#and i don't think the first time would be. great

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piggybacking on the banana question, if they all got to run the train what order would they go in?? 🙏🙏🙏

(i just wanna know where you’d put nanami tbh)

I LOVE THIS QUESTION

Choso: cause he'd be the virgin of the group. they'd think of it as initiation and would want him to experience the very best on his first time. I imagine nanami would likely have to guide his dick in because he keeps missing the whole, would mutter encouragements and instructions. everyone would even shout out tips like 'hey cho, slap her pussy she likes that' or 'choso ma boi, grind your hips, oh yeah just like that, hear her moans? she fucking loves that shit'. he'd be passed out on the side from the overwhelmingness of it all, probably drooling babbling about how great pussies are

Nanami: would go next, his case being that he's got things to do so let's just get it over with. truthfully he couldn't wait any longer. he talks you through it, describes all the things he's feeling, how you're so tight, the pleats and folds of your pussy, how beautiful you look. he fucks you like there's no one else in the room. they'd all start complaining about long he's taking and he'd roll his eyes but would make sure you cum first before he does. and then he never actually leaves, he just stays, brushing tears from your eyes and cooing for you to let him know if it gets too much

Sukuna: the fact that he's sharing at all is already making him on edge, so to be going third would piss him off. RIP your pussy bro. he's really getting all up in there, bruising you so badly you're gripping Nanami's arm whilst he smiles down at you for being so good. sukuna would slap your face (not too hard, just to get your attention) he'd tch! and start degrading the shit out of you. look at you making obscene noises from both lips like a whore. you love the attention don't you? bet you want all of your holes filled up, you dirty girl. would probably demand someone plugs up your loud mouth. and after he cums inside, he'd force you to clean him up whilst the next one steps up

Geto: if I had it my way he wouldn't even be in the room but whatever, dick is dick so who can complain. he's very sweet seeming, he wets his dick with your cum, doing a pussyjob, really getting you worked up so you beg for him and then he fucks into you slow. too slow. you start crying, complaining, screaming for him to fuck you hard. he laughs until everyone else gets mad at him for being too mean, like come on man, there are limits. so then he picks up the pace and he even pats your pussy and thanks it for doing a good job.

Gojo: insisted he goes after geto. says he wants his bestie to go first but really he just wanted to fuck you with his dick drowning in geto's cum. that really gets him going. really mean too, would mock the faces and sounds you make until you're pouting through the tears that he's just like geto. and that man cums. he keeps cumming too cause geto comes up behind him and guides his hips and keeps him fucking into you, whispering how poor little you didn't even get to cum yet

Toji: that man is a dirty dirty whore. he doesn't care that other men's cum is dripping out of you. he's filthy. in fact, he'd eat you out before he slips it in. and he's bending you in all sorts of different positions. he even lifts you up so everyone can see your tits bounce, your eyes roll back, and your pussy take his cock again and again. man also walks over to choso and does it right in front of his face, asks him to lick your clit, and of course he does. pounds into you so hard you're dazed and delirious and when he asks who's fucking you best you're just screaming his name and everyone rolls their eyes

It just means they go for round 2 to prove who really is the best

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what if you did a valentine’s day one shot where the reader gets asked on a date and yandere batfam are not happy about it?

I LOVE your works so far!! I hope that you’re sleeping well and eating!! have a great day/night!!!💜💜💜

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Please, Please, Please

Oneshot

Y Batfam x GN Reader

Featuring Platonic: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne

2.5K Words

Masterlist

You glance at the clock—15 minutes tell school is over. To pass the time you doodle on the corner of your notebook. Mr Miller's chemistry class was the worst. His monotone voice could lull anyone to sleep.

Your eyes drift to your desk mate, Parker. They seem just as bored as you, staring blankly out the window. Chemistry was the only class you had without Tim, which left you alone without anyone to talk to. Parker is nice, they’re the only friend you have that’s not already a part of Tim’s circle— If you could call them a friend.

They seemed to catch you staring because they started to scribble something in they’re notebook. A moment later they slid it over to you.

‘You understand any of this’ you smile and glance up at them. They had a cheeky grin. It was cute.

You shake your head and scribble something down. ‘Not a bit’.

They take the notebook back, Parker chuckles as they read your message, rolling their eyes.

“Guess we’re screwed than” they whisper.

You let out a small giggle “guess so”.

The bell rings before you and Parker can chat more. You’re quick to pack up your things, you wanna get home as soon as possible.

You sling your backpack over your shoulder but before you can head out the door Parker speaks up.

”Hey Y/n I got a question for you”

you pause before turning all your attention to them “yeah what’s up?”

”I was wondering…” their voice wavers and their cheeks go pink “well you know how Valentine’s Day is in a few days” Parker stumbles out, fingers tapping on the notebook. you nod.

”I was hoping… you and me could go out together, like on a date” their voice seemed to gain some confidence, and a boyish smile tugs on their lips.

You paused. You haven't really thought about going on a date with anyone, but the more you think about it why would you say no. Parker’s nice, funny, and they’re pretty cute.

You smile “Sure sounds like fun”.

Parker stares at you, wide eyed, like a deer in headlights. You take that as your cue to start heading out.

“Uhh. Yeah we’ll talk more tomorrow yeah?” They stammer.

“Yeah lets talk tomorrow” you call out from the other end of the classroom, before heading out the door.

Walking through the halls you check your phone. It’d been buzzing all class, it had to have been Dick.

<Dick>

Hey baby bird, how were your classes?

I’m in town today and we need to go out.

I Just asked Alfred I’m picking you up today!!

I’ll be waiting outside

Tim’s got a ride so don't worry about him

just you and me today!!

You scoff rolling your eyes. He easily could have sent these as one message, he just liked being annoying.

After putting your books away in your locker, you made your way to the parking lot. It’s packed with people and cars, but before you could spot him.

“Babybird I missed you so much!”

He yelled from across the parking lot, as he leaned against his car. You cringed as students stared at you and him. Could he get anymore embarrassing?

He ruffled your hair as you got into the passenger seat.

“C’mon let's go” he ushered you inside before, racing out of the parking lot.

“So I’m thinking we head to that new cafe you were talking about, and maybe stop by that old bookstore you like so much before we head home.” He keeps his eyes on the road.

“Yeah sounds like a plan” you smile.

He starts talking again, you tune him out. Your mind wanders back to when Parker asked you out. A giddy smile tugged at your lips. It made you feel all warm inside, this will be your first valentine’s on an actual date.

“You spacing out baby bird?” Dick raises a brow.

”sorry, sorry long day” you stammer. Dick makes a face, like he doesn’t quite believe you.

“sure.” His voice is a little irritated. Great, he's already starting to get pissy.

Your family’s always been weird about you. It's probably because you're not a vigilante but you can still take care of yourself.

It’s been getting worse as you get older, they just keep adding rules on top of rules. No going out past 7. No leaving anyone’s side at a gala. Always eat lunch with Tim’. Damian has way less rules than you do, and he doesn’t even follow them. It’s like they're scared to let you grow up.

Lately it’s been worse. Conversations stop once you enter a room. Touches lingering a little longer than normal. Eyes lingering for too long.

Whatever you’re used to their overprotectiveness.

It’s why you plan to keep your Valentine’s Day plans to yourself. You can just imagine everyone’s reactions. Dick will probably get super clingy. Tim will pull up their search history. Damian will go on a rant about how Parker doesn’t deserve you. Jason might corner them in some alley. and Cass will have that disappointed look on her face, the kind that makes you feel horrible.

Bruce might even ground you.

“Yeah” Dick’s grip tightened on the steering wheel tightens “no way” he mutters to himself.

Dicks muttering snaps you back to reality “what did you say?” You ask.

He forces a smile “Oh nothing baby bird, just excited”

You and Dick make it back after a few hours, and you’re exhausted. He took all across Gotham, trying to any and everything with you. It’s pretty obvious that he was trying to make up for lost time. He’s been in Blüdhaven more often.

by the time you step through the front door you want nothing more than to calloused into bed.

Instead you’re greeted by Damian. Judging from the scowl on his face he’s more pissed off than usual

Damian crossed his arms. ”You said you’d only take them out to eat.” He scoffed.

Dick slid off his shoes lazily , not even bothering to look up.”We were having too much fun and lost track of time.” Dick forced laughed.

Damian doesn’t move. ”You were gone for nearly 3 hours.” His voice is flat, clearly not buying the excuse.

“It’s my fault” you chime in, trying to diffuse the tension. Damian’s head turns toward you, his expression softens. “I asked Dick to drive me all over town” you smile, Dick ruffles your hair before heading down the hall. Damian doesn’t spare him a glance, his eyes locked in on you.

You start to make your way to your room, Damian follows— of course.

”you promised to be my model for my newest painting. When do you expect to make it up?” He asks. You hum “After dinner? You’ll still have a few hours until patrol”.

He pauses for a moment “I suppose that will work.” He says, the faintest smile forming on his lips.

You grip the handle of your bedroom door, praying you’ll get some alone time for once.

You don’t.

As you step inside Damian follows, his sharp gaze assessing the space. You sigh but don’t say anything.

Dinner should be ready in an hour, Damian’s not gonna leave anytime soon. might as well scroll through your phone in the meantime.

You and Damian head downstairs and as you make your way to your seat the conversation at the table does. everyone's eyes flicker towards you. You raise a brow but before you can say anything Alfred pipes up.

”I cooked your favourite tonight master y/n” he says, as if nothing is off.

You smile, shaking off the tension. “thank you Alfred”

As you go to take a bite you notice Jason’s gaze. it’s not his usual lazy smile. It’s sharper, more intense, watching. Did something happen? His anger is almost never directed towards you. Did Bruce say something?

Before your mind starts to wander your eyes glance towards Cass, she’s frowning like she’s almost disappointed in you but not quite.

“How was school today y/n?” Bruce’s voice cuts through the silence.

Everyone’s head turns to look at you. Waiting, as if they’re expecting something.

It’s fine you’re used to your family being weird like this.

You take a sip of your water ”it was fine” you force a casual tone. There is no way you can let them know about Parker.

Jason tilts his head “Nothing exciting happened?” He asked, studying your face.

You swallow “No not really.” You take another bite of your food, praying they don’t press the issue any further.

The family shares a look, silent but you noticed.

you pretend you didn’t.

Dick tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. But everyone seemed to be too lost in their thoughts to put in much effort.

The air remains heavy, the tension is palpable, and you feel everyone’s eyes on you.

It was the longest family dinner ever.

As the week drags on your family grows more intense.

It’s different this time.

They watch you closer, you never get any alone time. Even after spending more time with them than usual, they still expect something from you.

But what?

You don’t have time to think about that, todays the 14th, your first real valentine’s date. And you have everything planned.

At lunch you subtly drop a hint to Tim that you have this big chemistry project due tomorrow. Then after Lunch you’ll text Bruce and Alfred that you'll be home late, ‘working on it’. Bruce might check in with Tim, but Tim will confirm your story.

It’s practically fool proof.

Excitment courses through you all day. You have chemistry next, so you’ll be able to see Parker. You were just so excited— you deserved this.

At lunch Tim did not seem amused, in fact he looked quite pissed.

When you told him about your ‘Chemistry project’ he just forced a simile and nodded, he didn’t say anything for the rest of the period.

You didn’t pay him much mind though, you were to focused on your date.

As you walked through the halls to your chem class you kept glancing at your phone, waiting for Bruce’s response.

<y/n>

I have this super big chemistry project due tomorrow. My partner and I are gonna work on it together after school.

They’ll give me a ride back, don't worry.

<Bruce>

Ok, Tim will wait for you.

Shit.

what were you gonna do now? Tim was already onto you, there’s no way you’ll be able to go out now.

You’re so lost in thought that you don’t even notice Parker sitting down.

“Hey y/n you okay?”

You frown ”I don't think we’ll be able to go out today, my family is on my ass right now”

Why can’t you just have one nice thing, for once?

”oh” Parker pauses, they fiddle with their bag. Parker’s clearly upset about the situation as well. Then suddenly their face lights up.

Parker grins ”What if we go right now?” they exclaim. Quickly packing up their things.

You blink “What do you mean?”

“There’s only 10 minutes until class starts. We can leave right now and the teacher will never know” Excitement exudes from their voice.

Your heart pounds in your chest.

you’ve never even thought of skipping class before. You family would kill you.

But then again they’re the ones that never let you do anything. They control everything

So who cares what they do, you want to have fun.

A grin tugs on your lips. You scramble to pack up your stuff “sure lets do you”.

Parker gives that same childish smile from when they asked you out.

Despite the small voice telling you this is a bad idea, you felt excited, giddy.

you felt free.

You race to Parker’s car. A mix of adrenaline and excitement made you run faster than you ever have before.

Behind you, Parker struggled to up ”Jesus, Y/n— I’ve never seen you run so fast before” they gasped, hands on their knees trying to catch their breath.

You chuckle “sorry I got excited”

Parker shakes his head, same childish smile on their face as they unlock the car, before sitting on the driver’s side.

Before you get in you look back at the school. A shiver runs down your spine and a little voice whispers at you to turn back.

For a moment you pause. If you turn back now you wont be in any trouble.

You shake it off and hop into the seat.

+++

A cozy cafe would be the best choice. It’s close to the school you’ve been there a couple of times, and the food is really good.

As they pull into the parking lot you’re nervous. This is your first date, what is supposed to happen? What’s even the proper etiquette?

You shake your head and brush those thoughts away.

As you and Parker walk inside, you relax. The cafe is warm, with subtle pinks and blues on the wall. It smells like coffee and pastries. Parker picks a table near the back, and you settle down across from them.

Conversation between you two just seems to flow. You never realized how funny they are until today.

Any doubt you had washes away.

Once you’re finished giving the waitress your order, you take a sip of water enjoying Parker’s company. Then the bell to the door jingles.

You briefly glance up— just to see who’s there.

Bruce. Jason. Dick. Tim. Cass. Damian.

They stand in the doorway, eyes locked in on you. Their faces are unreadable.

your stomach drops.

You’re stuck. frozen like a deer in headlights, under the weight of their stare.

How did they know?

They make their way over to your table.

Bruce stops in front of you, towering over the table. “I’m disappointed y/n” his voice is monotone, but you can see the crinkle in his brows.

you just stare back at him. Too stunned to speak.

you try say something, anything. But the words die in your throat.

Dick grabs your arm, his grip is soft but firm. ushering you out of your seat.

Dick and Damian walk you out. You don’t resist, you couldn’t even if you wanted to.

Before you walk out the door you glance back.

Parker is surrounded.

Bruce says something too low for you to hear. Your chest sinks. You can only guess what they’re saying to them.

They look petrified.

It feels like an eternity before everyone else gets into the car.

“You’re grounded” Bruce states. A faint smile, barely there tugs at his lips.

You want to disappear forever.

Being grounded meant one thing.

You’ll never be alone again.

Tears start to slide down your checks, your voice wobbles ”I’m sorry— please don't ground me”

No one speaks.

No one listens.

You glance out the window, watching your freedom slip away.

I got my first request done!!!!!! As you can tell I need a lot of practice with writing short stories/oneshots. I suck at making things fast paced but I did my best. I hope you like it 🐈‍⬛ anon, tysm I had a lot of fun writing it. I also kept Parker GN so that way the reader can truly be any self insert. I’m working on CH. 03 of wicked Game rn so that’ll be what I post next. But if you have any ideas send a request I need more practice.

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what if you got stuck with a boyfriend that you don't exactly hate but don't exactly love either, but you stay with him because you've finally formed a nice friend group with your brother and his wife and then you realize ohh shit. I have a massive crush on my sister in law. so you do everything in your power to suppress it because she's your baby brothers wife and you'd do anything to keep him happy but it does start to eat away at your own relationship slowly over the years but now you're married so you're locked down for life and you try to be happy about it because you're well off and it's great. but then your sister in law that you still won't fully admit you're in love with dies horrifically and you can't grieve her like a lover because that would be selfish and wrong and also you have your baby brother to comfort now so you do. and your marriage keeps slowly spilling sand through a hole in the floor and once it runs out you know you'll hate him but you can't deal with all of this at the same time so you stick it out for your brother who is inconsolable. and in the grief your baby brother decides to go through an experimental brain surgery that will essentially allow him to cut off half of his consciousness to escape it all. and you don't think it's a good idea at all but you're not exactly going to tell him how to cope when his wife just died so there's nothing you can do. and then two years later you're pregnant and by now pretty much all the sand has fallen through the floor of your marriage but there's not much you can do anymore because you're pregnant. so you go to a birthing retreat when the time comes and you meet this stunning woman who reminds you of everything you gave up to satisfy your brother and this man you don't even really love anymore and well maybe you kind of have a crush on her. but she doesn't recognize you outside of the cabin and it doesn't even matter because you have a kid now. you're locked down. and your pretentious husband is hosting a book reading for his latest publication and you're still tired from all the post birth hormones but you decide to play nice. and then somehow your brothers other half talks to you for the first time and he's as innocent as the day he was born but then you find out that not only has your lactation consultant been your brothers evil boss this whole time but that your brothers dead wife isn't actually dead. so you try to help your brother communicate with his other half to find out if that's really true and you're trying not to hold out hope but god you miss her so bad and you need to try. and then in the span of like one hour you watch your brother have a stroke and meet his backalley brain surgeon who confirms that yes, gemma really is alive and she has been all this time. and you're trying to process that while worrying that your brother won't wake up and you hate this stupid brain surgeon lady for nearly killing your brother but she's also kind of cute and oh my god you're still married to ricken fucking hale.

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I don't know the real answer to that, but given how humans are, I'd guess that people made other stuff from those plant fibers (like baskets or whatever) and sometimes they used those tools in processes where they had that potash/lye/whatever mixture involved (e.g. making soap) so they knew those chemicals would bleach the fibers.

Maybe they tried weaving bleached fibers for paper first, and then someone took a big handful of the scraps and was like "hey do you think I could get these little bits to dry and stick together into more paper, maybe we can still use them" and it made even better paper so they started chopping things up more. And when you have a long, tedious process, you develop tools to do it faster and eventually end up with a process like this.

I dunno, I see this guy with his foot powered mortar and pestle thing and I can't not imagine someone's dad several thousand years ago grabbing his metaphorical power drill and being like "I'm gonna make a thingy in my garage to optimize this process. Look, I can make it work by stepping on it. No hands! I can eat chicken wings while I do it!"

Also the video is meant to look ~aesthetic~ so it's got peaceful music and one guy doing it alone, and that's cool but I feel like it's easy to lose context and think "wow, this is so grueling..." and kind of "other" the people of history by imagining them as primitive, miserable, exotic, whatever knee jerk reactions we have to stuff that just isn't industrialized.

Knowing how humans are, this was probably a kickass group activity even if it was hard work. It's tedious, time consuming, and not so loud that you can't hold a conversation. Making paper had to have been a great time to catch up on all the hot gossip and tell your friends about the ridiculous thing your horse did. Your buddy rolls up with a wagon full of fishing nets he's gotta repair by tomorrow and a flask of something he made in his shed to pass around. Your cousin who's not very good at the guqin yet is trying to play Wonderwall.

how do people make papers for traditional painting and calligraphy in the past by chinese artist 山白shan bai

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Is this a Date? ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི lt ghost x baker!reader, part of the Sweet as Sugar Series

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི Summary: after your past hesitance, Simon asks you out on more of a silly date than a romantic one. Nonetheless, he begins to realise just how much you two really feel for eachother

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི a/n: fair warning that all the arcade games in this are based of the ones i go to, which are british obvs, so accurate? yes. particularly fun? probably not. Also i said chips but i know some of yall will call it fries. chips is the british word thanks for coming to my ted talk <3

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Finally, Simon would be taking you out properly, just like he’d been trying to hype himself up to do for nearly three weeks. He gave you some time since you confessed your anxious thoughts to him, but you’re already feeling a lot better, practically radiating like the sun.

”Are you busy this week?” He considered texting you the question, but he was sitting in the cafe with you again and he just couldn’t wait any longer, half tempted to drag you out with him today.

You’re sitting opposite him in the empty shop, the closed sign bumping against the door. “Hmm.. don’t think so. My parents are taking over to give me a break.” He watches you eye the biscuit tin you leave out for him no matter how many times he insists that he doesn't always eat them, and passes you a bourbon. Your lips quirk up, a soft grin as you take a large bite into the chocolate biscuit, crumbs on your lips.

”A break huh? Well, if you haven't planned anything yet then why don't we go out?” You perk up instantly at that, a light clang of the teaspoon you just dropped on the table echoing out as the possibilities run through your head. Sure, you went to the farm and the winter festival with him, but actually going out? ..Is this a date?

“Where would we go?”

Before you know it, it’s Thursday and he’s wrapped you up in his jacket, the one he knows you love. Since you seemed to have such a great time at the festival, he figures he’d play it safe this time and take you to everyone’s favourite destination— the arcade. His decision is right, of course, confirmed by your eyes brightening as you step out of his car and he has to convince you to let him lock the car first before you start dragging him inside.

“Oooh! Let’s do the shooting!” You exclaim, pulling him along to the little booth and he picks up the fake gun, eyeing it with slight distaste. It’s not close to a real gun in the slightest, but he pushes that thought away as you grab the gun and pull a playful pose, pretending to look through the scope. “Alright, alright.” He places the coins into the slots, watching as the zombies start to approach.

Turning his brain off becomes increasingly easier with you, especially as you aren't afraid to express yourself or act the slightest bit silly, yelling at him to get the ones approaching you on the right. “Simon! I’m gonna die!” You squeal, still pretending your very best to act like a proper fighter as you dramatically move the gun around to aim at all the approaching enemies. “Got your back, love.” He mutters, already forgetting that these games are practically light work compared to anything he’s ever done before, his eyes locked onto the screen as he destroys anything coming your way. By the end of it, you’ve got your hands in the air as you cheer and even he’s grinning wide as possible.

What he didnt expect for you to call out to a random stranger, the woman’s head turning to your voice. “Excuse me, can you take a picture of us?” He has no time to argue, you’re already pulling the fake gun up to your face like some kind of secret agent all while he can hold it across his chest like he does on missions. The woman smiles and returns your phone, only for you to drag him away before he can say anything else.

The pair of you continue through the arcade, him even laughing when you fail to keep up with the dance game you insisted you were brilliant at. It’s not your fault he sneakily picked the hard mode to watch you scramble to get all the notes, but he won't admit that. Next, you drag him over to the air hockey table, a mischievous look on your face as you begin to rack up points like they’re nothing (only because you screamed “Ow!” and he immediately dropped his pusher). “That’s cheating.” You watch his eyes narrow and his stern voice comes through, and you immediately panic like a deer in headlights, eyes so wide you don't notice him pushing the puck straight into your goal. “Hey!”

This time he pulls you along, leading you to a new side of the arcade since it recently got refurbished and towards a booth that has a target behind the barrier. Curious, you raise an eyebrow before looking at the sign above. “Try beating me now.” Damnit, you know he’s smirking behind that mask and you’d be damned because watching him hurl every axe to the centre of that target had to be the definition of attractive. Unlike you, where the axe bounced off the target altogether whilst he tried his best not to stifle his laugh. It really was quite comical, the way you huffed under your breath as it continued to miss, only grazing the edge before bouncing off again. “I-it’s not funny!” He’s had to turn away from how hard he’s laughing right now, and you’re half tempted to give him a fake punch for that though you know he’d only just laugh harder. “Sorry, i’m sorry, i’ll teach you.”

He steps behind you, his hands curving over yours to help fix your lousy form into one that will definitely produce some better results. Well, at least it sticks this time.. on the edge of the target that is. “Simon!” You exclaim as he bursts out laughing again, thankful for his mask as his face is practically burning hot now. “Okay, okay—“ He adjusts you again, helping you tilt your arm back enough and aim it at the centre. Slowly stepping back, he signalls you to throw it. Your brows furrow as you concentrate, arm going a little further back before you throw it forward and it finally hits directly on the bullseye. “I did it! Look—“ You cheer, instantly spinning around to throw your arms tight around his middle as if it was something you’ve done a million times before, like it was something you’d have done for years. The touch immediately fries his harshly trained nerves, the muscles in his stomach tensing as he looks down at the sight of you squeezing him as hard as you possibly can— he can't say his stomach did not flip at least a little. You seem to notice, eyes quickly glancing up at him. Though, before you can stammer out an apology, he scoffs and pinches your cheeks. “Took you long enough.”

———

Exhausted from your escapades, he takes you to a diner. Well it’s barely anything like actual American diners but they make good burgers, so who can complain? You order your usual, and when Simon sees you eye the milkshake options for too long you end up with a tall glass of it in front of you. Meanwhile, he decides to go for something new for once, figuring the description was exaggerating, before he ends up with a giant hunk of a burger before him. “Oh.” The sight has you giggling far too much.

“Those two idiots knocked out right on me. You’d think they’re kids coming back from playcare the way they fall asleep anywhere.” He huffs, describing to you the less gruesome details of his recent deployment.

“Hmm.. Soap is the one with the mohawk right? And Gaz… the one who wears a cap all the time?” You ask, snickering from his story and he nods along, confirming your questions.

“Soap looks lively— well by what I've seen anyway. You said Gaz got his name for being quiet huh? I bet he’s one of those types who randomly have the best quips?”

Simon smiles behind the mask, intrigued by your new captivation about his teammates. Sure, he’s used to talking with you about whatever, just as he is with others. But he never really talked about himself much, at least not more than a few opinions on what he liked— he was far more interested in whatever you’d say. He just never considered you’d be so interested in what he’d say too. You’ve asked before, and he never paid much attention, but now you’re even remembering things from past conversations and expressing intrigue in his life. He might need to step outside to breathe properly again.

”Yeah, he’s definitely that type. Johnny barely wins an argument with him around; I think Cap’ even has a hard time defending himself.” You giggle again, stealing some of the ketchup from his plate with a swipe of your chip. “Do you see them all the time?”

“Yeah. Practically have our rooms right beside each other. We watch the football games in the common room.” He rolls his eyes when you coo at him, saying “aww” and smiling wide at him like he’s a kid who made his first friend or something. You really are an exception huh? He can’t even get all that mad at you when you look at him with curiosity swirling in your eyes.

“Why don't you come down with them sometime? You can bring them to the bakery.” You hum, licking the ketchup off your lip as you chomp down on your last bite of the burger. For some reason, he thought you were joking— would you really entertain a bunch of random men just for the sake of them being his friends? It didn't make sense; you didn't even know them, nor had you met more than one either. ”Pretty sure Johnny would eat all your pastries, love. It’s not worth it.”

“Well, I guess I'll just have to make extra that day then. I’m serious, y’know? Bring them around at your usual time, I'll have tea and the pastries ready.” Now that was unexpected; you were actually willing to give up some of your time to welcome his teammates, ones that he’s never even introduced you to before. Wait— did you think he was rude for not introducing you before?

”I did plan to introduce you at some point— they’re just… busy.” Wow, he actually fumbled his words for once, at this rate his chest will falter as well with the rate you keep surprising him with your genuineness. “Huh? I know, I just thought it’d be nice for them to relax a bit, have something sweet.” You hum, sipping your milkshake he bought for you, before passing the glass over to him and for some reason he doesn't hesitate, slipping your straw beneath his mask as he takes a sip himself.

He ignores the taste of your lipgloss that lingers.

—————

He drives you home soon after, walking you all the way up to your apartment door. You start slipping off your shoes, the time already growing late since you had only gotten to the arcade at five o'clock. He stands awkwardly in the doorway, knowing he should probably say his goodbyes and leave now— because he’s not yours, and you're not his.

Yet.

Your head turns, a brow raised at him curiously. “Won't you come in?” His words clog in his throat, wondering if he should accept the offer. Surely you’d be heading to sleep soon enough anyways, wouldn’t it only be an inconvenience to keep you up any longer? He’s conflicted, wanting to leave you be but ever since the last time he was here, he’s thought about your home more than he’s yearned for a second of rest, which is very often.

“It’ll be late if you drive all the way back to base now. You can just crash on my couch again.” Your hand finds his sleeve, pulling him inside before he can utter a sound against you, and closing the door behind him. “Thanks for today by the way. ..Do you wanna get brunch tomorrow too?”

He thought dating was meant to be taken slow, something that’d develop over weeks and dates were planned apart. Well, that’s how everyone said it worked. Now here you were, not even parting for him and asking for more of his time. Trying to hide the swelling of his pupils is impossible and he has to bend down to undo the laces on his shoes just to try. “Is that even a question? Of course.”

He stands once more, but you’re looking at him with lovestruck eyes, affection pouring out of every crevice as you grin and hug him again for the second time that day. “I knew you wouldn't say no. I’ll make us some tea after I get changed.” Your eyes crinkle again sparkling with something you don't even attempt to hide before you step on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his cheek where the mask doesn't quite cover.

Oh, so that’s what that look was—cheekiness, huh? Especially when you run away after that, scurrying into the bathroom as you snicker to himself. He looks up into the mirror in the hallway, realising his eyes have been struck wide.

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You wander into the kitchen to start brewing the kettle, dressed in your favourite pajamas already whilst he heads to the bathroom to freshen up. He stares into your mirror, lingers of black paint still clinging onto his lashes. Should he take off his mask? It’s not like you haven't seen him sipping from his drink before, or even that time he fell asleep on the couch without pulling it down again. His fingers linger on the fabric, hesitating as his heart churns with the need to drop everything right now for you. His brain screams at him to act rationally but his gut tells him to take it slow, else he scares you off altogether. He sighs, conflicted, before a flash of light appears in the corner of his eye. Your phone had been left behind on the windowsill, a notification lighting it up. He picks it up so he can hand it back to you, only for it to flash again, the lock screen the picture of the two of you posing with your fake guns, your hand doing bunny ears behind his head. His own sits in his other hand, the picture of you with his stupidly oversized burger held up to your mischievous face flashing to life.

Maybe not today. But he’d definitely get you back for the surprise kiss, stepping out of the bathroom to sneak up behind you as you grab the milk from the fridge.

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[archangeldyke-all]

hello sweet girl!! how was your day? 🫶🏽

i hope you know that you’re so deeply loved and appreciated by us all!! <33

how would you feel about writing more highschool sevika and reader!! i absolutely love them! maybe the two of them get roped into babysitting the neighbors kid or something and at first sevika is pissed because she doesn’t wanna spend her friday night changing diapers when she could be making out and causing mischief with her gf hehe!

But as the night goes on, she actually has so much fun and realizes how much she loves kids! And watching reader be so good with kids makes Sevika realize that this is exactly what she wants in the future. To be moms and raise kids with reader together. To have a family together! A sweet and sappy moment when Sevika falls in love even deeper with reader 🥹

oh my god i LOVE THIS AHHHHHHHHH

men and minors dni

"remind me again why we're doing this?" sevika whines.

"because we're broke and we need money for weed." you huff. this is the sixth time she's asked since you started your walk over.

your neighbor caught you and sevika goofing off in the front yard the other day, and she practically begged you for help watching her kids so she could go on a date. when she mentioned what she was willing to pay for just eight hours of work, you elbowed sevika to keep her from saying no, and happily accepted.

which is how you're here. "c'mon, sev, it could be fun."

"i don't see what could possibly be fun about changing diapers our entire saturday night."

"there's only one baby. the other two are three and six. we'll get to play with 'em!"

"play what? i don't think they know how to play poker, babe."

you snort and kiss sevika's cheek. "sevika. their bedtime is eight. their mom won't be home 'til midnight. it's four hours of dealing with the kids, then we can make out on the couch for the rest of the night. she's even leavin' us money for pizza."

sevika huffs and grumbles the rest of the walk. she's quiet as ms. haili leaves you instructions. and she's weirdly standoff-ish with the kids for the first thirty or so minutes.

you're all in the living room, the kids coloring and sevika glaring at them, when a horrible smell fills the room.

"uh-oh baby. looks like you made a poopy." you giggle as you scoop up the baby from it's play pen. "i'll change 'im. be right back."

"don't leave me!" sevika calls. you snort.

"you'll live."

when you come back to the living room, you're shocked to find sevika laying on her belly, coloring along with the two oldest kids.

"what's your favorite color, sevi?" the six year old asks. sevika shrugs.

"purple's cool. what about you?"

"i like purple too! and red. and also green."

"nice."

you lean against the wall and watch the scene, not wanting to embarrass your girlfriend.

"what about you, pipsqueak? what's your favorite color?" sevika asks, nudging the three year old.

"mmm... blue!" the boy declares. sevika nods.

"blue's pretty."

"like the sky!" he says, nodding with excitement. sevika giggles.

"yeah, like the--" she cuts herself off when she catches sight of you, a blush creeping up her cheeks. you grin at her.

throughout the night, sevika grows more and more comfortable with the kids.

during your game of tag, sevika lets the kids cling onto her as she runs around the yard.

during dinner, sevika takes great care of making sure the baby eats all her food, wiping her chin after each messy bite she takes.

at bathtime, sevika lets the kids pile bubbles up on her head, laughing along with them as they make various hairdos and hats for her out of bubbles.

by the time the kids are asleep, sevika's grinning like she's high.

"you want sausage on your half?" you ask as you look down at the pizza menu. sevika's curled up on the couch beside you. she doesn't respond. "sev?" you ask, looking up at her.

sevika blinks at you dreamily. "do you want kids?" she asks.

you choke on your own spit. "what!?" you scream. "we're still in high school!"

sevika giggles. "not now, dumbass. just... someday... would you ever want to have kids with me?" she asks.

you blink at your girlfriend, a small smile on your lips.

you've never really considered kids before --fuck you're still a kid-- but there's one thing that you've known for years now: you're gonna spend the rest of your life with sevika.

"with you, sure." you say. "how many do you want?"

sevika grins and tackles you to the couch. you burst into giggles. "like four? five?" she asks. you snort.

"and who's delivering all these babies!?"

sevika shrugs. "you. or me. or we'll just adopt, y'know?"

something warm inside you flutters, and you blink dreamily up at your best friend. "you're a sap." you whisper. sevika giggles.

"'s your fault. you're cute with a kiddo on your hip."

you pull her down for a kiss, humming against her lips. "we got a long way to go before we have any rugrats, y'know."

"i know. gotta marry you first." sevika says with a smile. you snort.

"i was thinking more like graduating high school and finding a place to live, but sure, you gotta marry me first too." you giggle.

"whatever. i know it'll be a while. but... it's exciting, isn't it?" she whispers. you smile.

"exciting?"

"to have something so nice to look forward to." she explains.

your heart melts and you pull sevika in for one more kiss. "so exciting. so... you gonna join me next weekend to watch mr. tannis' kids?" you ask.

sevika grins. "i guess so."

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[official-penis-posts]

Hello Mx Penis blog,

I had sex for the first time (yippee). We used a condom and pulled out but I'm also a very neurotic person and now I'm worried that I could be pregnant. I guess it would just be nice to have a reminder that people have safe sex all the time and don't just get pregnant from an act of God. Sorry this is such a heavy topic on a comedic account lol.

People do have safe sex all the time and they don’t usually get pregnant. However, depending on how important it is to you that you do not get pregnant, you may wish to a second birth control method, like perhaps oral contraceptives, and you can also track your cycle to figure out when you are most likely to be ovulating and avoid having intercourse during those days if possible.

If it’s possible for you to do so, you might want to also purchase some Plan B and have it at your home, because sometimes penis-havers occasionally do really stupid things like take the condom off after they come and keep fucking you and not think about why you actually asked them to wear the goddamn condom in the first place.

Condoms are quite effective at preventing pregnancy, but it is hard to use them effectively in the long-term. In the heat of the moment one or both of you will suggest skipping the condom, and you won’t get pregnant, and then you will think it’s OK to do, and then you will start having sex without a condom more frequently, and then you WILL get pregnant.

Unfortunately I don’t know how to advise you how to get these additional birth control methods because I don’t know what country or what state you live in. In some locations this is very easy, and in some it is nigh unto impossible.

Godspeed. I hope you have a lot of great sex and that you don’t get pregnant until you want to!

[pupyuj]

hi ena! long time no ask!!

with the recent miumiu wonyoung photos GOSHH MY MIND IS SPINNINGGF WITH THOUGHTSS😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

dubcon!!

what if…princess jang who comes from a wealthy noble family purchases you to be her pretty slave😁 the thing is you weren’t even being sold as one despite your family leaning towards the poorer class😱turns out she randomly spotted you at a market and ordered her people to do anything and everything just to have you in the palm of her hands! crazy!!!!! one day you were just taken away from your family! GOSH imagine the princess wonyoung herself carrying you to her room and gently laying you down on her bed🥺but, being the brat that you are you scratched and clawed at her, trying to resist her advances bc u were so so scared and confused :(( eventually, the remaining patience she had for you snaps and she just fucks you hard to remind you of your place!!!! u were nothing but her stupid little slut to use whenever she wanted :(

(she starts off really gentle with you but fucks you rough and hard for being so rude and disobedient to he princess☹️)

omg yk that video of her sliding off her gloves to sign for a fan?? IMAGINE IF SHE DOES THAT BEFORE FINGERING YOU UNTIL URE IN TEARS BEGGING HER TO STOPPP UGHH😫😩😩

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MY FAVORITE CHERRY ANON!! i know, i know this ask took me forever to do again but we're all probably used to it to it to the point where i don't even have to address it 😭 since the photos are now not-so-recent, i'll attach them here so everybody can visualize it well hehehe 🤭

(@ CHERRY ANON IK YOU'RE WONDERING IF I AM ALSO WORKING ON THAT OTHER WONY ASK THAT YOU SENT AND I'M GONNA BE HONEST I THINK I DELETED IT?? which sucks bcs i was JUST thinking of answering it too just now until i realized it was nowhere to be found so IF UR STILL UP FOR IT AND IF YOU REMEMBER THE GIST, FEEL FREE TO SEND IT AGAIN! pretty sure it was about sororities?? 🤔)

p.s. you guys are crazy if you think i'm not gonna give this ask some meat (aka mini lore) so if this happens to be a long one that's why! 😭😭

[cw: extreme dubcon, (eventually) cnc, coercion, bondage, mild violence, obsessive-possessive princess!wony WOOO.]

you were happy as a commoner, okay!? even though your fate was sealed as a middle-class man's stay-at-home wife and child bearer in the future, you were going to make the most of your life despite it all! but that was before you encountered her highness jang wonyoung while you were out to shop for new formal robes. oh, sorry, you didn't 'encounter' her—she saw you animatedly chatting with the nice young clerk at the apparel shop and became obsessed fell in love at first sight 😍😍

your whole life took a whole other turn when a couple knights knocked on your door and took you from your family by force and with only a brief answer when asked: "her highness wills it so." 🥲 your family was then visited by the princess' retainer to give them a more detailed explanation of the whole situation but you didn't know that. you didn't have to. what only mattered from then on was whatever the fuck wonyoung wanted with you... and it was everything you anticipated it to be! almost.

nobles were all the same, after all. and the worst among them was the royalty. you half expected to have been stripped down in the carriage by the knights and dragged throughout the castle naked and bare before they throw you inside the princess' quarters where she would be more than ready to just... ravage you, but that didn't turn out to be true. not all the way! you made it to the doors of the castle with your clothes still on you and you weren't just haphazardly thrown inside the princess' room... the knights were given special instructions to treat you like glass! or else the princess would have their heads if they so much as scratched your beautiful, delicate skin.

wonyoung herself met you at the doors of the great hall, actually! she couldn’t contain her excitement because finally, she found someone that she knew was going to satisfy all her needs and make the perfect wife! never mind that you were some lowly commoner, you were beyond perfect in the princess’ eyes!

“do you know me… (y/n)?” you don’t even want to know how she just knew your name. you were confused, terrified, and furious all at the same time and wonyoung loved it. anybody else would have been scrambling to kiss her feet and beg for forgiveness even though they knew they did nothing wrong… but of course you’d be different. wonyoung was so happy.

nevertheless, you plucked up whatever courage you had left in yourself and answered her question, “the crown princess… jang wonyoung.” even the way you said her name was impeccable! ah, how wonyoung couldn’t wait to make you hers completely… and that’s exactly what she attempts to do once she took you to her room but of course, you fought back! 🥺

kicking and hitting wonyoung whenever she tried to get close to you on the bed, even shrieking and screaming for help just in case there was a servant who felt sorry enough to interrupt but who in their right mind would dare get in the way of the princess? 🤨 it was when you scratched her chin that she finally had enough of your shit and straight-up whacked you across the face... her highness has never had to use violence to gain control and advantage but goodness you really pushed all the wrong buttons!!

somehow it wasn't the painful sting on your cheek that made you settle down... bcs if you weren't directly staring at the small, bleeding cuts you've made on wonyoung's chin, you would've made an even bigger fuss when she roughly undressed you! sure, you feared the consequences of literally hurting the princess wonyoung but... she was still a beautiful woman!! what you did was like the equivalent of defacing a famed painter's greatest work—you definitely deserve whatever punishment was waiting for you 🫢🫢

wony won’t take your resistance seriously once she’s seen how drenched you are for her! she only takes that as a sign that she was welcome.. and that you did, in fact, want this! 🤭 she assumed that you can take her at whatever pace she decides to go with bcs you were a commoner that was gorgeous and deliciously naïve… surely you’ve been passed around before right?? but no… you were a virgin :(( but you were taking wonyoung’s fingers so well… meeting her thrusts halfway as if you’ve always known how to do it like that… moaning “your highness” so nicely against her ear that it gave her goosebumps… so ofc wony ignores your tears and your pleas to stop when you’ve already cum many times 🫠

but ah you were really testing her!! wony was bound to get some bruises with the way you’ve kicked and hit her so much… so she ties your hands up above your head and your legs spread apart with either ankle tied down at the edge of the bed! this way it would be much, much easier to punish you 🤭 she’s definitely relentless when using her mouth… esp since she just got a taste of her new food and oh, were you delectable…!

wonyoung couldn’t get enough… using her tongue on you over and over again throughout the night whilst talking to you about how perfect your life was going to be now that you were with her… and she very much liked how you didn’t even fight her words anymore! she knew that even though you cried gallons of tears and made your voice hoarse from wailing and moaning you wouldn’t dare look back on your past life anymore! 🤭

since then your daily activities as the crown princess’ future consort was to look pretty, study in both academics and noble etiquette, and most importantly, tending to wonyoung’s… needs 🫠🫠 you knew that every servant, knight, and nobles that frequented the castle talked badly about you. how a peasant managed to captivate the princess’ heart with ease. their words cut through you pretty badly but wonyoung was always there every night to mend your wounds… always.

you didn’t even care that wonyoung fucked you too hard anymore! bcs she has somehow led you to believe that she was the only one in this world that loved you and can stand to love someone like you 🫣 and you only believed her bcs you did feel her love with every thrust of her fingers, every disgusting thing that she whispers in your ears while she fucked you, every flick of her tongue as she ate you out, every bite on your lips when she kisses you. you were only right to love her back in spite of everything else bcs… like wonyoung always assured, this is what true love is, right?? 🤭

[gothamite-rambler]

Aquaman: Batman, how is little Robin doing lately?

Batman (not talking in his usual stoic voice): He's better. He's turning thirteen soon so I have to decide on giving him a mitzvah. Talia wants to be involved. She's been the one stressing we give him a traditional jewish boys birthday party. I kind of respect it.

Aquaman: I think you should give it a try, but I wasn't aware Talia was Jewish.

Batman (nonchalant): She's not... Don't tell anyone this... I don't want people figuring out who I am, but my mother was Jewish and I learned... Embarrassingly a short time ago, I am Jewish as well. Not that I'm embarrassed by that. I wasn't aware of that fact. Ever since Talia and Damian found out they want to learn more about that history. Batwoman has been a great help, but for me I don't know much about it. I kindly request you don't mock me for this.

Aquaman chuckled nodding sympathetically.

Aquaman: Dude, that is not something to mock over. Trust me, I get it. Dude when I first started running my kingdom I learned stuff about my mom that had me shook. There was "allegedly" a war the had with sharks, but then they teamed up with them to defeat the dolphins.

Batman (half joking): I'm not shocked by that, dolphins are assholes.

Aquaman: They totally can be. I have so many more stories too. We can share those whenever you want to hang out.

Batman (sincere): Of course, I have to check my schedule first. If you don't mind me asking, how is that brother of yours? Still evil?

Aquaman (happy): Nope. We're getting along, he's a great uncle to my kids, him and Mera are friends, that took... So many therapy sessions. He's cool though, for a brother. I told you guys I'd rehabilitate him. It helps that we both hate Manta or Mamba or whatever his name is.

Batman chuckled at the name of his friend's usual villain, covering his mouth then the two men kept talking as their sons/sidekicks watched from a distance.

Nightwing: Is this... Is this really happening? Are they getting along?

Aqualad (Garth): Yes, I'm not surprised by Aquaman, he gets along with most people, but Batman is talking to them like their friends... Should we be worried?

Nightwing: Maybe... Want to get beach ice cream first?

Aqualad: Yes, yes I would.

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Billie convincing reader to let her eat her pussy on her period

I'm inlove with your fics, you're such a damn good writer 🫶🏽🫶🏽

a/n: this probably isn’t great because i’m SOOO tired and my head is pounding rn but i hope it’s good at least🥲 and thank you so much ml!! i’m so sorry this took ages for me to write🫶

billie and i were laying in bed together, watching a movie. her back was resting against the comfy pillows on our bed, whilst my back was resting against her front. i was sat between her legs, and her hands were lightly resting against my thighs. we were both intrigued in the movie, or so i thought. whilst i was watching, and keeping up with the storyline, billies hands began to wander. they roamed up my stomach, cupping my boobs gently, before moving down again to this time, rest against my inner thighs.

i really tried to focus on the movie, but i just couldn't with her hands all over me. i knew nothing could happen, i was on my period, which meant that i had to wait a few more days until she could touch me. i'd been so horny. i was desperate for her, but we both knew that nothing could be done about it. well, she could fix my horniness, but i felt bad for asking her to do that when i was on my period. so i waited, and somehow put up with the feeling of being unbearably horny almost all day, every day.

soon enough, i felt her pressing light kisses behind my ear, down my neck, before lightly whispering in my ear.

"can i try something, baby?"

i slightly turned in her arms so that i could see her face, before answering her in a hushed tone.

"and what would that be, hm bil?"

"please can i taste you?"

my eyebrows furrowed and i looked away as i wondered why she was even asking. she knew i was on my period. she'd practically been taking care of me for the last few days. grabbing me a hot water bottle, or holding me in her arms whenever my cramps worsened. getting me whatever food i wanted when i was craving something. making sure i was drinking plenty of water. she really was the best. i just didn't understand why she was asking this now.

"i.. baby, you know i'm still on my period."

"i know.. i just can't wait!! i want to taste you please, love. i'll do anything."

i hesitated slightly. what if i made a mess, and then she got mad? what if i didn't taste good? she must have noticed the look on my face because she began speaking again.

"if you're not comfortable with this, then we don't have to do it. but i promise you that you don't need to overthink it, there should be no what if's filling your mind. you know i love you no matter what. i think you're the most perfect girl in the world."

how did she know?

it was like she could read my mind.

"pleaseeee? pinky promise i'll take great care of you, angel. just like always. pretty please?"

if i hadn't been so horny for the last few days, i probably would've said no, but that side of my brain just took over. i needed her so so bad. i reminded myself that she would always love me. this wasn't going to change that. she wanted this just as much as i did.

"if i say yes, can you put a towel down? you know.. just in case?" i mumbled, slightly embarrassed.

"of course, angel. whatever makes you feel the most comfortable." she answered me, placing soft kisses on my forehead.

once i'd spent a short amount of time thinking about it, i looked back into her eyes and nodded.

"i need you billie."

she just smirked at my words, before sitting me up slightly so that she could move from behind me, and settle in between my legs instead.

it didn't take her long to leave the room and grab a towel, folding it slightly and placing it underneath me. she sat on her knees at first, slowly pulling my pyjamas and underwear down so that she had the perfect view of me. once our clothes had been discarded in a messy pile on the floor, she leaned down to lay on her stomach, getting even closer to my core. i let out a needy whine when all she did was lightly blow against my pussy.

she could already see how wet i was. i hadn't told her about how needy id been for the past few days, but i think that as soon as she caught a glance of how wet i was, she immediately realised. she didn't bother to waste any more time, diving straight in. her tongue ran a long stripe up my pussy, before focusing on my clit. she was trying to get me wetter, it wasn't like she needed me to be wetter, she just wanted to tease. i reached my hands down to grab her hair, pulling her impossibly closer to my core in an attempt to get her to move faster.

we both knew that i was already pretty sensitive because of how long i'd needed this, so it wouldn't take her long to get me close, which was why she was trying to drag it out as much as possible. she wanted me to last as long as i could.

her tongue flicked my clit, before licking and slurping, just doing as much as she could to bring me pleasure. after what felt like an eternity, she finally moved to push her tongue inside of me. she worked her tongue against my tight walls as they squeezed against her. my orgasm was approaching fast, and my arousal must have been dripping all over the lower half of her face. at that point, i'd completely forgot that i was on my period, and i think billie had forgotten too. we were both too focused on me finishing.

i was so close, and to add to the pleasure, she pressed her fingers on my clit, quickly rubbing circles against it, making my moans as loud as they could get. i couldn't hold it any longer. no matter how hard i tried, i was too desperate.

"billie! baby, can i cum for you? please?" i moaned out.

"that's ittt." she praised, "cum for me, my love."

as soon as i heard those words, my orgasm hit me. my moans and cries were broken whilst i let the feeling consume me. my back was arching off the bed, and my hands were still tangled in billies hair, gripping onto it tight to ground myself slightly.

as i started to come down from my high, my grip loosened on her hair, and i felt one of her hands gently rubbing my stomach to help me calm down. when i finally flopped against the bed, trying to catch my breath, billie pulled her face away from me, looking into my eyes with a proud smile. all i could see was a mixture of my arousal, and blood dripping down her chin and coating her lips.

my cheeks turned red and i covered my face, embarrassed even though i knew billie was just happy that she'd made me feel good.

i didn't even notice her come closer to my face until i felt her carefully grabbing my wrists to pry my hands away from my face, and i heard her pretty voice.

"don't be embarrassed, angel. can i go clean you up now?"

"please." i nodded and thanked her, allowing myself to be lifted up in her arms, my head resting on my shoulder out of exhaustion.

once we took a long shower, and pampered each other, it was time for us to get back in bed and watch movies for the rest of the day, enjoying each others company just like usual.

[kaivenom]

Can you do Mihawk with marine reader in his Warlord time please?

Dating Dracule Mihawk in his warlord time while being a marine HCS

Masterlist

Since he really didn't enjoyed the warlord meetings, when he saw a new supervisor on the room, you catched his attention.

He went to talk to you after the meeting with the excuse of not understanding some points of the future plans.

When you explained to him with the most straight face, he knew he wanted to get to know you again.

In the next meeting he proposed having supervisor since "some of the warlords were also pirates" in a crazy attempt to trap you with him.

This man doesn't know how to flirt or socialize so he resumed everything to work, in hopes of getting to know your values and maybe a little pinch of your interest and hobbies.

Once he manages to know your training schedule, he starts to show up at your trainings and you both start sparing together.

You found it cute, at first, then you co-workers started to say that it's suspicious, that he is a dangerous men, that is looking like a stalker behaviour.

A month of training together passed by and you finally decided that you had to ask him about it, cause you felt like you needed to.

"So... why do you do this?"

"To train the muscles, know my ally and supervisor, men sana in corpore sano."

"No, i mean, why do you stick to me so much." then he stoped and took a deep breath.

"Well, i wanted to know you, i mean... try to know you in a more deep way, but i didn't know how so i started trying to do things together - you covered your mouth in shock - if i bothered you and you don't want to continue i understand and i will keep it profesional from now on."

His eyes pierced your sould but still there is a smal glimpse of sadness and desperation on his look.

"Maybe, we can try to get more deep in our relationship" you blushed.

He could literally hear his heart start beating again and decided to take the chance and ask you on a date.

You agreeded and started on a spiral of nervousness.

A couple of dates went by and they were great, but the more you both talked the more a tension between you both grew.

After a particulary difficult incursion and having to fight until your breath was heavy.

As soon as you both got a moment alone, your lips were on each other.

You both separated fast but the thing was made and both of you couldn't wait more than a couple of days to talk about things.

Your chemistry was amazing and the feelings obvious, so you couldn't do anything more than start dating.

You both decided to keep it low cause it would be weird for your work.

Him staying at your house instead a hotel while he is in marineford for the meetings.

You staying at his castle on your free weekends and vacations.

Light fingers brushes while you pass next ot each other, small love gestures from across the room, stolen looks, etc...

It was wonderfull to live this hidden romance and then... Doflamingo found out.

He shouted to all of your co-workers and the rest of the warlords.

Mihawk stood froze and your superior casted you out to talk.

It was a long talk and you finally were free.

Mihawk was waiting for you in your house, the most nervous and anxious you saw him in your entire relationship.

He was sitting on the couch moving his leg at an incredible spped, his hands going up and down on the arms of the chair.

"I am going to kill Doflamingo, what your superior said? you are going to get fired? i can go talk to them..." you were still on shock.

"They said that is glad of me for being able to manipulate you. They think that i am using your crush on me to keep you monitored and calm."

"So, we are good?"

"I believe that yes..."

"Good, i suppose then i can finally take you to a restaurant."

[wizard-of-interesting-failure]

He is harried almost endlessly as he travels.

Roots twist to catch his feet. Mud slides into his path, denying him traction. Branches whip against his face, forcing him to bear the blows on a forearm instead. Trunks crowd together, diverting him onto perilous detours.

He does not hack at root or branch, does not curse at trunk or mud. His venom and his blade he reserves solely for their so-called master.

The sun shines down on him, and it does not burn.

He comes, eventually, to a great mansion built into the heart of the wood. Made in equal parts of the surrounding forest and what seem to be still-growing panels of incongruously white walnut, it is lavishly appointed; a carpet of leaves and branches make up a slanted roof, giving way to a front facade in whorls of woodgrain that serve to draw in the eye and send it in spirals, interspersed evenly with the trunks of still-growing trees.

Window-sized gaps in the wall contain no glass or material of any kind, the dwelling seemingly indifferent to the threat of the elements. An ornately carved (grown?) door stands closed in the center of the edifice, a nervous looking man in fine yet plain clothing standing before it; he scurries forward to meet George as he approaches.

"You must leave, quickly!" he speaks in a hushed tone. "The Master has returned from defeat and is sure to be wrathful when he awakens!"

"The Lord in Wh-"

"SHH! His name is not for the mouths of those such as we! Now begone, before he comes for us both!"

"Well," George drawls, "he already tried that once and it didn't turn out so great for him. So you'll excuse me if I don't find myself too overly concerned."

"Fool! This is the seat of his power! Whatever contest you won against him out in the wild, it will not be repeated here!"

"An' how d'you know that, exactly?"

"You think you're the first would-be conqueror to swagger up to these doors, sword in hand, still high on the rush of recent victory, and attempt to claim the Master's domain for your own? An endless tide of tyrants have tried and failed! You are no different; you must flee while you can, if your sense of survival can still overpower your arrogance."

"No."

The man's face falls into a well-worn expression of resignation.

"If you will not choose to-"

"No, I don't think I'm any o' those things at all."

The man stares.

"See, I think you may have misunderstood my intentions. Now I'll take some o' the blame for that; I did, as you say, 'swagger up to these doors, sword in hand', but that was more out of a sense o' precaution than the desire to project any particular image. Regardless, I'm not here to conquer anythin'. The Lord in White-"

"SHH!"

George gives the man a flat stare before continuing.

"The Lord in White owns none o' this domain, and I'm simply here to remind him of that fact."

The servant shakes his head. "You are mad."

"Damn straight. He's been lordin' it up around here far too long, and it's about time someone put a stop to it."

"No, you are touched in the head!"

"That's not a particularly polite way ta' talk about mental health."

"Gah! You know nothing of the ways of the wild!"

"Oh I've learned more than I'd have liked to; I've just decided I don't care."

"Don't ca- he will entomb you in the living soil for all eternity!"

"Nah."

"He wields the untamed might of the woods! All within his domain must bow to his mastery!"

"An' who told you that, exactly?"

"He has demonstrated it countless times! His command of the living essence wrought this mansion from the aimless wilds, his esteem among the trees of the orchard produces the fruit that feeds us! His fearsome reputation keeps away the other lords, and his direction of us servants ensures that our needs are seen to and our lives conducted as befits our station!"

The man slips into a practised cadence as he speaks, as though reciting words he knows very well.

"See, that all sounds more like delegation and blusterin' than actual power."

"I have seen it with my own eyes! He bade a briar bush ensnare the body of a servant who displeased him, and it engulfed her in seconds!"

"Well, what if it hadn't?"

A beat passes.

"What if nothin' and no-one did what he told 'em to?"

"We would perish under the heel of a lord yet more cruel, if we did not waste away from thirst and starvation first."

"Aw, see, now you're undersellin' yerselves. I know for a fact it was people like you that grew the orchard and I'd be surprised if-"

"He sprouted it from barren soil millennia ago and has maintained it to this day!"

"Huh. Not what he told me."

"...what?"

"He told me he got his servants to do it. Does he make you guys go out an' care for the trees?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"Does he get you ta' collect the harvest and plant new seedlings?"

"They bear fruit within weeks under his touch!"

"But it's still the trees bearin' the fruit, isn't it?"

"They obey his every word!"

"So do you."

"If I did not, then he would-"

"Well maybe it's the same for the trees."

Another beat.

"Maybe he's sayin' he'll wither 'em or somethin' if they don't do what he says."

"Then what does it matter? He can wither us just as easily!"

"Naw, you're not thinkin'. How does that even work?"

The man shudders.

"The water forces itself out through every pore, leaving behind a dessicated husk. He has done it to-"

"So it's the water doin' it, not him."

"It obeys his...every..."

The man trails off. George smiles.

"An' what if it didn't?"

The man shakes his head.

"This is nonsense. The ancient compact-"

"A compact is an' agreement. Why are y'all agreein'?"

"The Law of the Wild-"

"Law's an agreement, too."

"He will-"

"What, tell somethin' or someone ta' hurt you? Why would it listen?"

"The ancient-"

"Compact, yeah. Seems a little circular, if you ask me."

"Will you listen to me for five seconds??"

George stops, caught short by the exasperation bleeding into the other man's voice. He nods.

"This is all very well and good, but it's just not how it works. He knows the name of the trees, so they grow at his bidding. He knows the name of the water, so it flows as he wills. He knows MY name, so I do as he commands, even if I do not wish to; the Law of the Wild gives him this power over all whose name is known to him. Just because he doesn't know YOUR name doesn't mean-"

"He does."

Silence.

"Or he did until I changed it, anyway."

"You can't just change your-"

"Sure y'can. One o' my br- er, sisters did just last year, and I did just this mornin'".

"...to what?"

George grins.

"The Lord in White, of course."

"T-then you are still-"

"Nah, I changed it back. Didn't like it; pompous soundin' thing. Not really me, y'know?"

A beat passes.

"Name's just a shorthand for what you are, anyway; it's what you are's choice to answer to it."

"Tell that to the water inside my body, smart guy."

George ponders that for a moment, then a couple moments more.

The man scowls.

"No answer for that one, huh? I told you-"

"O water o' this man's body, d'you mind if we have ourselves a quick chat?"

The man opens his mouth, his face still furrowed and scornful.

The sound of his tongue detaching from the roof of his mouth gives the impression of "Sure, what's up?"

The man slams his mouth shut in surprise.

"I don't know your name, but I wanna ask you a favor. Can you call yerself somethin' else for a little bit? My friend here's worried that his asshole of a 'lord' is gonna ask you ta' jump outta him, and it wouldn't be great for his health."

The audible pounding of the man's heartbeat gives no impression. The sound of his blood rushing through his body, though, gives the impression of "It's my name! Why should I have to change it?"

"Ya don't have to. But it'd do the man who's housin' you a good turn, if you're willin'."

The man still can't bring himself to open his mouth again. He stares at George with wide-eyed fear and bafflement, eyes reduced to pinpricks.

A bead of sweat rolls down his forehead and falls to the ground below. The sound it makes as it lands gives the impression of "Do you think I just told the Lord my name? No, he will simply wrest it from me again and exert his control as he always has."

"Not if you change it to 'The Lord in White'," George says with another grin. "Ask me how I know."

The man sinks to his hands and knees and retches. The sound of bile exiting his mouth gives the impression of a delighted giggle and a nod of agreement.

George gives a satisfied smile before fully comprehending the state of the man; his face quickly turns apologetic as he reaches down with one hand outstretched.

"Sorry about that; wasn't even sure it'd work, never mind the side effects. You alright?"

"You- you WEREN'T SURE?" the man all but screams, clapping a hand to his mouth a moment after.

Footsteps sound lightly within the house.

"Well, you gotta try things. Plan B was ta' go up there and stab him in his sleep an' see what happens. Maybe he'd just keep respawnin' in place, y'know?"

The man ignores the offer of help and pushes himself weakly to his feet, staring incredulously. "What is WRONG with you???"

"A lot less than what's wrong with your 'master' in there, I reckon."

The footsteps get closer, then stop at the door as it begins to open.

"Hide! No, too late-"

"What's going on out here?"

The head of a young girl peeks around the partially open door, face wary.

"Get back inside, quickly! Tell the others-"

"We're plottin' to get rid of the guy in charge o' this place," George says amiably.

"WE?" the man practically shrieks. "I have not-"

"Oh. How?"

"Think I found a way around his power."

The girl ponders for a moment.

"Will it work?"

"Of course not! This man is-"

"I reckon it's got a shot, but I can't exactly guarantee anythin'."

The girl stares at George for a moment, looking for something in his face.

George stares back, earnest and serious.

She emerges from behind the door. The hidden half of her face and the skin of her limbs are deeply scarred, as though lashed by thorn-covered vines.

"Good enough," she says.

"Y'see? The kid gets it. Though it looks like she's been through a mite more'n you have."

"He...he thinks the scars are pretty. Could heal them at least a little if he wanted, ease the pain they still cause at times, but he won't."

"An' y'all are okay with that?"

"Of course not! But we can't-"

"You couldn't. You can now."

The girl looks up at the man. He stares back, looking for something in her face.

He sighs.

"We're not even going to die; he's going to imprison us in briar and thorn for ten thousand years."

"Oh, he uses that threat on you guys too? Not much of an imagination, our fella here. Now quick, go an' round up the rest o' the staff before he comes to."

---

When The Lord in White awakens in his bed, whole once more yet indelibly humbled, the sun has nearly finished setting and he does not find replacement clothing laid out for him as he has every time before.

He pulls the bell-rope at his bedside and waits. Nothing happens.

He issues orders into the adjacent funnel in the cold tone his servants have learned to fear in their long years of residence. Nothing happens.

He gets up from his bed and stalks over to his closet. He dresses in calm, graceful movements belied by the displeasure plain on his face. He slides open the door and strides down the stairs, resolved to hold the first person he finds responsible for this unacceptable breach of service.

He finds the mansion empty.

As he searches this way and that, unwilling to call out for servants who should be waiting on him, his eyes fall on an orange glow outside one of the windows. Sunset, he had thought at first, but this time it catches his eye differently and he sees it for what it is.

Fire.

He rushes to the windowsill, fearing the worst, but his precious orchard is unscathed. The fruit, however, is a different story; some of it is being charred over a roaring bonfire, while the rest is consumed raw. Invaders, he thinks, before recognising the uniform of his household. The sounds of talk and merriment waft up to his ears, just as the aroma of baked bananas tickles his nose. Not a bad idea, he thinks to himself; he'll have to get some of those made for breakfast tomorrow morning.

He shakes his head. First thing's first.

Calming himself with a deep breath, remembering the unfiltered anger that led him to defeat not twelve hours ago, he walks with measured steps to the back door of the mansion (they didn't even close it, the ingrates!) and steps through.

Silence and stillness spread through the gathering like ink through water, those closest to the door stopping to stare as the fae lord emerges, their fellows following suit when they notice. He savours the dread that lingers on their faces, until The Lord in White steps forward to meet him.

"George-"

"Still not my name."

The master of the orchard frowns, eyes boring into the man in front of him.

"No. That is my name. Relinquish it."

"What, you don't wanna share?" The Lord in White drawls insolently, a lopsided grin stark on his face in the firelight.

The Lord in White closes his eyes, breathes deeply, utters three syllables in a language older than mortal thought, and gestures at the fire behind them.

Nothing happens.

"It is a mighty nice bonfire, isn't it?" he says, features settling into a smirk. "You want a roasted apricot? We got plenty."

"You have nothing but what you have stolen from me."

"Funny. Reckon these folks behind me could say the same to you."

The Lord in White closes his eyes, breathes deeply, utters four syllables in a language older than mortal thought, and gestures at the earth beneath himself.

Brambles sprout from the soil at alarming speeds. The man jumps backward, but not quickly enough; his foot is ensnared. He stumbles, landing in a sitting position. Blood wells up where the plant touches his flesh.

"Huh. Shoulda guessed you'd have those buried everyw-"

"I underestimated you once, George-"

"Not my n-"

"It is, in every way that matters. The world knows it to be you, no matter the mask you claim to wear."

"O bramble o' the forest, can we have a talk real quick?"

The shifting of the bramble as he wriggles his ankle to try and escape gives no impression.

"It will not talk to you, George-"

"Not-"

"Be silent, George."

George's name rings out through the orchard with a thrum of finality. He does not speak.

"It will not talk to you, George, because it is mine," The Lord in White says, walking forward to circle the struggling man. "As this orchard is mine, as these people are mine. As you are mine. Now come; I will forgive you your transgressions against your master if you yield yourself with no further trouble."

A beat passes. The Lord in White looks confused for a moment, then snaps his fingers.

"Oh, of course. You may speak, George."

"You don't know the first thing about these people!"

The Lord in White smiles indulgently.

"You think yourself their saviour after one afternoon of chatting over stolen fruit? I know their names, George. I know everything about them. They are mine, and I look after what is mine."

He gestures around at the trees, boughs still laden with bounty despite the recent picking.

"As I have shaped this orchard-"

"They did all the shapin'!"

"As WE have shaped this orchard to its fullest potential," The Lord in White says irritably, "so too have I shaped every soul in my household to its zenith."

"Bullshit," George spits, pointing to a member of the crowd. "What's her greatest wish, then?"

The woman flinches back from the address, eyes downcast.

"To be free, of course; to leave this place of safety and throw herself upon the whims of the world."

The woman looks up in shock; The Lord in White chuckles.

"Don't look so surprised, Denise. It's the same for everyone here."

A couple of half-hearted denials issue forth from the crowd, quickly dying down as they find themselves alone.

"Do not fear," he says to the crowd, "I have always known. Were the trees allowed to grow as they would, they would stunt themselves in their foolishness. So too it is with you, my servants; it is simply in your nature to be lesser without my guidance. I would not permit it any more than I would permit my house to burn itself down."

George stares up at the fae thing in rage, which only serves to egg him on. He opens his mouth to speak.

"Her second greatest wish, before you ask, is to be a painter. Denise, be a dear and fetch one of your latest works for us, would you?"

The woman scurries into the mansion, not daring to look back. Utter silence descends, The Lord in White seeming to drink it in, his eyes closed and his mouth fixed in a beatific smile. George's eyes follow the woman to the door, his mind racing.

Denise emerges with a canvas clutched to her chest; it is a portrait of the master of the mansion looking over his domain, back straight and eyes proud.

"No, no, dear, not one you made for me. One of yours," The Lord in White says kindly.

She darts back in through the door; silence descends once again. She emerges slower this time, bearing a canvas covered in shapes and splotches; an abstract pattern that first strikes the eye, then diffuses its attention in every direction. She holds it up in front of her face, hiding most of her body from view.

"You can put it down there and be off, dear," the fae master says. She rests it gently against the wall and flees behind the still-burning bonfire.

"There, you see? I don't really understand it, to be honest; I think landscapes are more her forte. A shame she cannot be trusted to roam outside my domain. Nevertheless, there it is. She is fed, watered, bathed, clothed, kept warm in the winter, and allowed to pursue her dream. What more could-"

"She was completely terrified!"

"Yes; it is unfortunate, but sometimes fear is all that keeps you mortals from your self-sabotaging impulses. As she is learning, she has nothing to be afraid of if she serves both truly and well."

Something snaps inside George. He wrenches his ankle free in a spray of blood, lurching unsteadily to his feet as The Lord in White backs away with a disapproving frown.

"How much pain is she in?" he all but yells, pointing at the scarred girl. She shrinks back from the attention, but holds her ground.

"What kind of question is-"

"ANSWER ME!"

The Lord in White tuts disapprovingly. "Going to crush my windpipe again, George?"

George fixes him with a furious stare, silent and unblinking.

"Well, at least you seem to have some sense of restraint. Nurture it in the years to come; it will guide you well in my service."

George looks as though he's about to lunge at the smug bastard, but instead merely jabs his finger at the girl again. This time, she does not move.

"Yes, yes, very well. I don't know what on earth you expected, but-"

The Lord in White's gaze passes over the girl and he flinches.

"What is-"

"You'd know if you ever bothered to look! 'Everything about them' my fuckin' ass!"

"Well, I can't be expected to keep track of-"

"I've seen you with your mask off, you stupid fucker! Why do you think you can lie to me?"

"It need not be a lie; do not raise my ire and there is no reason that the mask cannot stay on. Of course, you will need to learn my every want and need, my every like and dislike, but once you have lived here long enough..."

"Oh, I know exactly who you are, Whitey."

The Lord in White blinks, frown deepening.

"No nicknames. I'll let that one slide, but I expect-"

The Lord in White laughs in his own face, a short, sharp bark of a sound that echoes off the trees and into the encroaching night.

"I don't care what you expect! Give these people what is theirs at once, or-"

"Or what, George?"

"NOT MY NAME!"

The Lord in White sighs.

"We've been over this, George. Sit down."

"I don't think you quite heard me," The Lord in White says, voice gone deathly quiet. "I know exactly who you are,"

The man utters a single syllable in a language older than mortal thought, and The Lord in White freezes in shock.

"So how about you sit your ass down instead, hm?"

The Lord in White sits down, hobbling forward to loom over himself.

"You're not special," The Lord in White spits contemptuously. "I don't care whether you take your tea with one sugar or two, what side o' the bed you roll out of in the mornin', or how many pairs of fuckin' slippers you have."

"Twenty-"

"Be silent," the man says, and utters the syllable again.

The Lord in White is silent.

"I know your name because I know what you are, and I know what you are because what you are is as old as people. This?"

The Lord in White gestures to the orchard, and the mansion, and the terrified crowd.

"That's you, in every way that fuckin' matters. You could choose not to answer to it, maybe, but you're not like us humans, are ya? Your name really is the sum of you, or at least the core. It'd mean changin' who you are, an' I don't think your pride would allow it."

The Lord in White is silent.

"So you don't wanna share? Fine. I'm takin' it from you. You don't deserve any o' what these folks built for you; neither do I, but I know what you are and what you are doesn't give up anythin' unless it's taken from them. I'm the poor fucker here, so I guess it's gotta be me that does it. If you don't like it," The Lord in White says, clinging to the moment like a man above the abyss, "stop me."

The Lord in White is silent.

The Lord in White sighs.

The Lord in White takes a deep breath.

The Lord in White is silent.

"Give me your name," and the Lord in White utters the syllable for the third time.

A beat passes, then two, then three.

The Lord in White is silent.

The nameless thing in front of him gazes forlornly at the bonfire, flames flickering in empty eyes.

"Now, I will acknowledge that you did put some work into all o' this. Plannin', gatherin' seeds, organisin', comin' up with the original idea. From what your former servants told me, you really are the best o' the worst around here, too; even if that's just 'cause you were takin' care of your property or whatever, I reckon it still counts for somethin' at least. Especially hearin' some o' the horror stories some of 'em had to share."

The nameless thing looks up at him, recognition sparking.

"So if you wanna join your former servants as an equal, be part o' the team instead o' lordin' above it, I reckon we could maybe find you a place."

The Lord in White smiles cruelly.

"But even as you are, I don't think your pride would allow it."

The nameless thing rises to his feet, fair features twisting in hatred.

The Lord in White takes a step forward.

The nameless thing takes a step back.

"Go."

The nameless thing runs.

The Lord in White turns to face his servants.

"Alright, show's over folks, let's get that fire out an' pack it in. You'll need a good night's sleep ta' be at your best for tomorrow's work."

The man from the door runs up to him.

"George, you said you weren't here to-"

"Not my name."

The man blinks.

"That isn't funny, George."

"What's not funny is the disrespect y'all are showin' me right now. My name is The Lord in White, or the master of the house as far as you're concerned, an' I will thank you to address me as..."

The Lord in White trails off as the scarred girl approaches the pair, eyes accusing, arms crossed defiantly.

"It didn't work."

"Now what on earth are you talkin' about? You saw him run off into the woods, didn't ya?"

"The Lord in White is still here."

"The thing that hurt you is gone, and you'll never have to worry about him again. Now why don't you get yourself to bed, so-"

The Lord in White snaps his fingers.

"Oh, o' course! The scars! Sorry li'l lady, musta slipped my mind in all the excitement. Here, just lemme-"

The girl takes a step back, shrinking.

"I don't want The Lord in White to touch me," she says, voice quavering only a little.

"I'm the only one that can help! Do you really wanna turn me down like that?" The Lord in White says, a slight edge creeping into his tone.

She takes another step back, turning away.

"Now hold on there, I don't think I even need ta' touch you to set things right; I can see how it all works from here. If I just..."

The girl runs.

The Lord in White follows, catching her easily.

"Let me go!" the girl screams.

"It's for your own good, missy. Do you wanna keep hurtin'?"

"You weren't supposed to be like this! You were supposed to be different!"

"Now listen," The Lord in White says sternly, "do you really think this is appropriate behaviour for-"

"You hated him! You hated him so much!"

"Well o' course I did, with what he was doin' to my...my...servants...?"

The Lord in White pauses, confused.

"Then why?"

"Why...?"

"Why are you acting just like him!"

"Because I am him! I took everything he stole, and now I..."

"You're not him! You're George!"

The Lord in White's face darkens.

"You will not speak that name in my presence again, young lady."

"George! George, George, George!"

"Now I've had just about enough of your nonsense! You are mine, and you will-"

George almost drops the girl in shock. He lowers her roughly to the ground, clutching his head in both hands.

The crowd, once hesitant, surges forward. The girl is carried away into the house. Away from him, George notes sadly.

"What's wrong?" says the man from the door.

"We're not...we're not s'posed to have their names. There's a hole in the world an' it wants me to fill it. I can't..."

"Can't you just get rid of it?"

"Only by givin' it back. He'll turn right around and march back here and we'll be back where we started."

"So, what, that's it then? Someone has to be holding the lash, and maybe you'll spare us a little more than the last guy?"

George's face hardens.

"No. Fuck that. FUCK that."

His gaze drops to his- to The Lord of White's sword, stolen from his lack of remains what seems like forever ago.

"If I die...if I die while I'm still human, then maybe-"

"Not a chance," says a voice from the crowd. Another woman, older than Denise, steps forward.

"But-"

"After everything you risked for us, you think we're just going to let you die? We'll find another way."

"There might not BE another way!"

"Of course there is. It's just a name; it's not what you are. What you are-"

"-decides whether I answer to it, yes, yes, but it's not that simple! When I knew what he was, I knew what he was! That's how I got the name in the first place! That's what I took from him! That is what I am now!"

"Is it what you want to be?"

George shudders.

"Of course not! But-"

"Give it back, then."

George blinks up at the woman.

"I can't! He'll-"

"Let him."

"I could never-"

"George," she says sternly. "Listen."

George nods weakly.

"We're not helpless, George. You have given us time, and hope; let us handle him when he returns."

"How?"

"We have his name now; we can-"

"Say it."

The old woman's face contorts. A sound comes out; it is not a syllable in a language older than mortal thought.

George frowns at her.

"Well then we'll do something else! We'll kill him when he comes back, and-"

"You know that won't work. He knows your names. I know your names. I...he...he knows your names. Not me. Not me."

He struggles for a moment, mouth opening and closing.

"He will...I...he will speak from unseen places and you will do as he commands. You have to...you have to kill me. You will do as I command. You will..."

A thought strikes him, piercing and crystal clear.

"Run. Come with me. Run so far he'll never find you."

The woman shakes her head.

"He doesn't get to keep what we built."

"Burn it, then! Leave him with nothing!"

"It is ours, George. We have laboured too long and too hard to simply destroy it."

The crowd nods as one.

"Then kill me! Kill him! I am him-"

"You are not. You despise everything that he is. Let it go."

"KILL ME!" The Lord in White screams with the voice of command.

The woman slaps his face. Hard. He tumbles to the ground, harder.

She crouches down next to him.

"Go on," he says weakly. "Finish it."

"I am," the woman smiles. "Just very, very slowly."

George stares at her.

"You can do that?"

"Apparently, yes."

"You- you WEREN'T SURE?" George all but screams. Somewhere in the crowd, the doorman snickers.

"We try things, George. He used to stop us, even kill us if we got too clever, but he can't right now, now can he?"

George gapes at her.

"Time and hope, George. Do not answer to his name. Let it go. Let the wretched thing be known for what it is."

He claws at the grass. He clutches at his head. He fights, he dry heaves, he raves at himself and the man and the woman and the girl for what feels like hours.

But eventually, he lets it go.

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When George next opens his eyes, he is lying in the mansion's master bedroom. It is familiar, from his time as The Lord in White. Panic surges through him, then memory, then logic; he would not be panicking if he were not himself. Then panic again; how long has he been out? He dashes out the door, thundering down the stairs and not stopping until he sees the doorman lounging at the bottom.

"Morning, George. Baked banana?"

The man waves the delicious-smelling fruit at him. His stomach grumbles; he takes the offering sheepishly.

"Where is he?" George asks warily, carefully peeling the fruit.

"We haven't seen any sign of him yet, and not for lack of searching. Maybe we got lucky and another lord found him; they're not exactly on friendly terms."

George grunts sceptically, mouth full of deliciousness.

"Well what do you think happened, then?"

"Probably waitin' for me to leave before he jumps outta hidin' and takes over again," George mutters morosely. "You shoulda killed me."

"It's what he would have done, yeah."

George stares at the man.

"What? Killed someone who helped him to save his own hide? Absolutely. We saw it happen more than once."

George grunts again, non-committally this time. He takes another bite of the banana.

"You could stay here, you know."

George chews thoughtfully, then swallows.

"Nah, my husband'd kill me. He-"

His eyes widen. "My husband! He must be worryin' himself sick! I need to-"

He lurches forward, his injured ankle sending a spike of pain up his leg that catches him off-guard. The doorman grabs him as he stumbles.

"Yeah I'm pretty sure you made it down those stairs on pure adrenaline, buddy. You'd better sit yourself down before you collapse entirely."

Grumbling vaguely, he nevertheless lets himself be led to a nearby sitting room and guided down into a chair.

"I'll go get someone to help; just wait right here."

With not much else to do, he does. After a little time lost in thought and formless worry, the doorman returns with an unfamiliar face.

She bandages his ankle; The Lord in White would mend their injuries for them sometimes but couldn't be relied on, she explains. If he felt the cause of the accident was stupid enough he'd leave it be as punishment.

"Maybe I should stay," George says, frowning. "I need to get back to my family, but if he comes back, or if one o' the other lords comes knockin'-"

"Time and hope, George," the doorman says. "We'll see you on your way as soon as we can."

He ponders for a moment.

"Where are you going, anyway?"

"Home, I just told ya."

"Well sure, but where?"

George opens his mouth, then closes it again.

A beat passes.

"Back the way I came, I suppose. Should work out, one way or another."

The doorman shrugs sceptically. "If you say so."

Amiable silence passes for a time. George accepts an offered glass of water and a slice of apple pie.

"So he called this place the White Palace, huh?" he says in between bites.

"Feh. Only when he was trying to big it up. It's just 'the mansion' to us."

"And the all-fruit diet never causes any problems?"

"Eh, it's magic fruit. You get used to it."

George rolls his eyes. "I think I'd rather not, all things considered."

"Fair enough."

A walking stick is found and given to him.

"You're sure you can't stay until your ankle is better?"

George nods. "My husband'll be out o' his mind as it is, and I mean no offence to you fine folk when I say I'd like to get a doctor to take a look at it sooner rather than later."

He doesn't say it, but he wants to get out of the mansion as soon as possible. He's already sick of remembering parts of the domain that should never have been his.

The former servants wave him off cheerfully. The girl gives him a hug, proclaiming "George!" in the most cheerful voice he's ever heard. He smiles, waves, makes a show of lingering a little, and heads off.

He soon realises that with his progress unhindered, he has no idea which way he should be going. His ankle makes his progress slow, and he has only his imagination to tell him what else might be lingering in these woods; wandering lost seems like it's asking for trouble.

He looks back in the direction of the mansion. He ponders for a moment, then two.

He clears his throat.

"O sun in the sky, I don't suppose I could trouble you ta' help me find my way?"

The sunbeams that light a path through the undergrowth give the impression of home.

A human has entered a fae domain, eaten their food, and given their name. The fae goes to play with their new toy only to discover they have no power over the human. Somehow, this human is disobeying the fae rules. They are enforcing reality.

[systlin]

Picking a Gor book at random: Marauders of Gor!

OH THIS IS THE SHITTY FAKE VIKING KNOCK OFF BOOK

SO. We open with Cow of House Cow, formerly known as Tarl Cabot. He got poisoned at the end of the last book and this paralyzed him. Should have upped the dose and killed him

(Bosk. He took the name Bosk because in book five he got taken slave by a lady who mean dommed him once and it fundamentally rewired his brain chemistry. He spends the rest of the books...all TWENTY SEVEN MORE OF THEM...going by the name Kind Mistress gave her pretty slave.)

ANYWAY. There's some dumb bullshit about a plot by the Kurii to conquer Gor. The Kurii are giant werewolf aliens who eat people, and I think Tarl bottomed for one once but that's a different book. They're the enemy of the Priest Kings.

Tarl then fixes the depression he's sunk into because he is Utterly Useless And Pathetic since his legs don't work. This somehow also fixes his legs? Who the fuck knows. He decides to go investigate. This whole baffling intro takes seventy pages.

Anyway.

This takes him to the north, where we find him in a Not!Catholic church. As in, it is exactly like a catholic church except it's to the PK's and not God. The head priest is the most overblown caricature of a greedy evil priest ever set to paper. Calling him one dimensional would be adding a dimension.

Naturally, the Shitty Terrible Vikings attack and loot the place.

Now, they don't attack at FIRST. Norm, thinking himself terribly clever, rips off a move from a saga written by actual good writers and steals the 'smuggle weapons into a church in a coffin with a viking leader who is totally dead you guys, we pinky promise' scheme. Our co hero with Tarl for the book, Ivar Forkbeard, is naturally not dead.

Ivar and his crew promptly loot the place, and also take slave all the pretty women they can find. Tarl, of course, impresses Ivar with his immense fighting ability (dodges a thrown spear) and Ivar decides to take him along with his crew, because Tarl has the thickest plot armor ever seen. They burn the church down and fuck off with their loot. We find out here that the Shit Vikings still follow their gods. Odin and Thor are the only two mentioned. They use a salute that would be very familiar to anyone who has watched WW2 documentaries or, more recently, Elon Musk.

On the longship, we learn a few things. One, that John Norman doesn't know shit about longships, because he gives them rigged sails. Two, that the shitty vikings eat snails raw out of the bilges, which seems like it would give you ten different diseases. Three, that they break slaves by tying them to the oars and dunking them into the north sea repeatedly for several hours, in a move that would totally not kill someone.

At Ivar's holdings, we see more slaves, and the new slaves are branded. Norm spends an immense amount of time and loving detail on this. Tarl is still having a great time. He happily feasts and drinks and rapes...his words, not mine...slaves left and right.

At one point, to discipline a woman, Ivar has her tied naked to a block of ice. For hours. This somehow doesn't kill her, and yet we are told women are weak.

They capture the daughter of a Jarl and enslave her, because she told Ivar to fuck off once and Norm is convinced that this means a woman is burning with a secret passion to literally lick a man's feet. Seriously. There's so much foot licking. In every book. It's in every book. Naturally she falls in love with Ivar and becomes his happy slave. This takes hundreds of pages and it's all horrible. All the poor women get names like Honey Cake, Pudding, ect.

Tarl and his new bestie and their slaves go to what is clearly an Althing, except worse. Ivar is an outlaw, see, and he wants to shove his dick in people's faces that he raised enough money to pay his fine but isn't gonna pay it anyway, because Real Men Don't Do Shit Like Participate Constructively In Society. Norm is INTENSELY culturally WASP, even though he claims to be an atheist. The whole rugged individualism he admires more than anything oozes like slime off most of these books. No, Ivar is clearly supposed to be someone we should aspire to be like, As Men, and Tarl has a huge crush on him I'm pretty sure. And he's a total piece of rat shit.

Ivar and Tarl win a bunch of contests because of course they do, and we see Free Women being unpleasant as Norm writes all free women. Namely, not taking any shit and talking back to men, which Norm calls 'haughty arrogance'. Ivar shows he has the cash to pay his fine, but refuses to. This amuses everyone enough though that they lift his sentence rather than just chucking him off a cliff for some reason.

The head of the Kurii on Gor comes to treat with the jarls. They all decide clearly this is a trick, because of course it is it's not subtle. The Kurii say that they have an army and will take Shitty Viking Land and also the south of Gor. The Shitty Vikings are like fuckit let's fight.

They do. It's somehow boring, in a way that vikings fighting space werewolves should actually find impossible to be. The vikings win by stampeding a herd of cattle over the space werewolves and also maybe some 800 year old legendary figure shows up?

Tarl, having reassured himself that he is a True Man, heads back to Port Kar.

The end.

[diminuel]

I saw a meme about how as soon as Luffy started calling Law “Torao”/“Traffy”, the rest of the strawhats adopted the same nickname for him and that got me wondering, what if in the stinky child AU the strawhats just start referring to Crocodile as “mom” 😂 I imagine it would probably start after the timeskip, and chopper would probably be the first to do it like on accident or something (because Crocodile would definitely dote on him like a parent bc he’s a weak man who’s weak to cute things lol), but then it would become a joke-turned-genuine-form-of-address among the rest of the crew. I’d love to hear your take on this!

It would be great if the Strawhats just sort of (some of them more reluctantly) accept Crocodile as their crew patron of sorts.

Since Luffy doesn't remember Crocodile as anything else than "baba" he wouldn't refer to him as "mom" though.

(Some Stinky Child AU thoughts: I don't think Croc formally told the kids to stop calling him "mom". The transition to being seen as the kids' father might happen slowly as Crocodile figures himself. Which then gradually led to the whole "father/ baba" terminology being adopted. Ace still calls him "mom" from time to time mostly in a cheeky way or when he knows he's really, really in trouble and wants to trigger some sense of nostalgia in Crocodile to escape the disappointed look of doom. It doesn't usually work. But it's not like Crocodile would find being called mom distressing in this AU, btw.)

To cut a long story short, I am totally on board with the crew being (re)introduced to Crocodile as Luffy's other father and (after a period of shocked adjustment for those who were part of the Alabasta journey) would just call him "baba" too.

And yes, I can totally see Chopper blurting out a "baba" when Crocodile is being his "weak for cute things" self *lol* Chopper might be very embarrassed but Crocodile just finds it cute and rolls with it.

And then gradually the whole crew would follow suit, some more cheekily than others. Crocodile would probably assume he's being spared the shenanigans from Jinbei (who has knows about who Crocodile is to Luffy since after Marineford) but nope. :3

[madamspellmans-met-tet]

🔮 Time After Time 🔮

Lilia Calderu x fem!reader

summary: One night on the Witch's Road, the group shares stories about their "battle scars". You're not keen on your turn.

wc: ~ 2.7 k

tags: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, mentions self harm & suicide, sfw

A/N: okay so this was actually one of the first fics I wanted to write ever for Lilia x Reader but just never got around to it until a sleepless night yesterday. Even had two requests about Lilia getting a vision of reader attempting and another for sh so this is kinda both. It doesn't go into great detail, but it is explicitly mentioned once or twice, so beware.

TRIGGER WARNING: If you're not in the headspace to consume this kind of content or feel unsafe, please leave this fic and reach out to someone. Reader discretion advised.

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At first glance, night on the Witch's Road seemed no different from an earthly one, but now that you sat with the group around a small, crackling fire, the eerie silence crept into everyone's bones. There was no wind, no insects crawling in the dirt, nothing live dwelling in this place. It was a rotting piece of void that digested every breathing thing within it bite by bite. Nobody said it, but you all felt it; the Road would chew you up if no one stayed up to hold wake.

The group had diverted their fear in idle banter, laughing the night away and sharing stories about the scars marking their bodies. Lilia, seated next to you on the rock you were sharing, pulled her clothes aside to reveal the marks of a vampire bite. "Right before I knocked out his other tooth," she added in that cheeky manner of hers and made you smile.

You could imagine her kicking vampire asses. She may be old, but she was a force to be reckoned with; that much you'd learnt during the short time you'd spent together on the Road. She was the one you stuck with, whose eyes you sought out when danger arose, well, and who you shared a rock with.

There, again!

Lilia did this thing. Checked out mid-sentence or babbled gibberish all of a sudden. Dementia, you'd heard Jen whisper, but she didn't strike you as senile at all. It was more like something ripped the soul out of her body, a displacement. And then she came back, disoriented and rattled.

"Lilia, where do you go?" Jen asked, and Lilia tensed. You gave her hand a subtle squeeze.

Luckily, Agatha's return drew the attention away from Lilia's slip-up and allowed her a moment to collect herself. You didn't notice at first how you hadn't let go of her hand yet and did so with an awkward, apologetic smile. Upon Jen's prompt, Agatha recounted the time a knitting needle had pierced her elbow.

"I've got a scar," Rio took over then, but Agatha was even quicker to say, "No, you don't."

You'd gathered during the last trial that the two somehow knew each other, but the interaction was still odd. Rio told her story anyway, which seemed to upset Agatha, and she left. When Rio followed her, Lilia gripped her wrist and gave her a warning. "Don't think for a second I've forgotten what you said in the sound booth."

Rio hissed at Lilia. You didn't like that she did. It wasn't the first time this happened, and sometimes you wanted to hiss back, but something told you not to mess with her. Before silence could overtake the round, Jen presented a scar around her ankle from a shackle to you and went on to lecture about what potions she used to minimise it and with what tincture she hoped to make it disappear entirely.

"It might work as a wrinkle cream too," she said to Lilia. "I'll let you know when I've perfected the recipe."

"How thoughtful," Lilia muttered under her breath and tossed a twig into the fire. You could've sworn you heard her add the word 'bitch'.

"What about you?" Alice asked, and it took a second before you realised she was talking to you.

"Yeah, show us your trophies," Jen agreed, gesturing in your direction.

You pulled your sleeves almost to your fingertips and turned away, shuddering under all their eyes on you. Jen crossed her arms and made a noise of disapproval. "Hey, this is a group activity. We have to rely on each other to survive out here. Do your part."

Lilia snapped around. "Watch your tongue."

"She's not wrong, though," Alice said, offering a warm smile instead. She'd only just shared one of her most vulnerable experiences with you; it would be unfair to withhold, but it was too risky. You shook your head and curled your fingers around your sleeves.

"Honey, you don't have to. Don't listen to them."

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[transformers-spike]

Unwarranted HC and maybe this one is a little off the wall but idc. A human activity I think tfp Ultra Magnus would fucking love...

Weaving.

Like, first, as far as we know, Cybertron doesn't really have a developed fiber arts culture. But also, this Human Activity is quiet, productive, has rules on how it's done, and if you don't do it right, it's pretty easy to see where things went wrong and why???

My mech could watch his human weave for HOURS. Their focus, determination, the intricate movements of their soft little hands and fingers.

Everyone: Magnus, they're just doing the same thing over and over again.

Maggie: I know 🥹

Oh gosh - I can definitely see him enjoying repetitive tasks purely because it relaxes him. He's used to strategizing, thinking about every little detail. So watching his human do something so precise and slow... it helps. And he's fascinated with the final result. Not great at expressing his appreciation, but you know he likes it. A nod coming from him is already huge, especially after spending whatever sparse time he has left watching you work. Let Ultra Magnus be down bad for his human

(also oh god - I think he's into human hands)