#at least not with my girls at the age they are

[darnell-la]

I just saw a post where they mentioned what if Logan mocked your moans while he fingered you, or was doing anything really. It seems like it would feel silly coming from him but also so perfectly degrading

summary: y/n had always had a crush on Logan. not the worst Logan, but her timeline Logan. sadly, he died, and now she was stuck with this variant Wade had brought back home. sharing an apartment with an asshole was bad enough, but sharing one with an attractive, cocky, asshole, was far worse. especially when he knew how he made you feel.

note: this story will be the worst Logan. as always, he’s grumpy, and just an open asshole who thinks he’s better than the people he’s around.

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“Who do you think you are?” Y/n looked up into the man’s eyes with anger, upset that he wouldn’t let her leave the apartment to go out with her friends. She goes out every weekend, and every weekend, he tries to stop her.

“Wade’s gone, and you’re out again — What are you hiding, y/n?” Logan asked, knowing whatever she did was none of her business. “I’m the legal age to drink and club, and you’re in my business about it? — Let me go,” y/n tried taking her arm away.

“You don’t pay for the bills here. Wade does, and-“ Logan tried making up some story about how disrespectful she would be to do what she wants. “And, Wade doesn’t give a shit. What now? I’m a grown woman. I could have a whole family if I wanted to, and you’re trying to trap me in the apartment like I’m some teen,”

“You don’t need to be out there, y/n,” Logan said, knowing what she goes out there for. He couldn’t stand it. Usually, when he teased women and they played hard to get, they didn’t just go out and party. Y/n did, and he couldn’t handle that.

“Get off of me, or I burn you,” y/n threatened as her body temperature heartened. “I’ll heal, and I don’t think you want to deal with me after I do,” Logan threatened as he moved his face inches from hers.

Within seconds, the man let go of how hot her skin was getting. Y/n instantly turned around and left to get out and away from the man who was trying his best to control her.

Fast-forward several hours, y/n finally returned from the nightclub she had attended with her lady friends. Many hours of drinking and plenty of hours of kissing random men had accrued that night.

That only made Logan’s blood boil as he watched every second of it pass by. He debated on lashing out at her every time she went to the bathroom, but when she went, she was always with a girl-friend.

The older man had to suffer for hours as the woman he’d been dying to have, had been kissing other men.

He couldn’t understand why y/n was so stuck up. Last he checked, women lived them rude and cocky. What happened in this timeline?

“Finally home,” Logan spoke in the corner of the darkroom as y/n stumbled into the apartment. She instantly rolled her eyes and sighed as she kicked off her shoes, barely being able to open her eyes or stand correctly.

“Gonna at least speak to me? Or are you too pissy drunk?” Logan asked, knowing which one it was. “That’s what I thought,” the man shook his head as he got up to walk toward her, but she paid no attention and made her way to her room.

“You didn’t even lock the door!” Logan shouted after her, but she ignored him, barely able to think about anything that was happening around her. Once she left the club with loud music, that was it for her.

Logan locked the front door and straightened up the shoes she kicked off on the front mat before he made his way toward her room. The man went to open her door, but she had locked it to shut him out for the night.

Logan sat in his room for a good hour, thinking about the way he should handle y/n. Should he kick her door down and yell at her? Should he talk to her from outside of her room? Should he wait to bring it up tomorrow? Or should he never speak of tonight?

Through the hour, he also thought about those men she let touch all over her and explore her mouth. He swore he’s never been too pissed off about a woman in his life.

It’s almost like she knew he was there to rub it in his face, and if that was the case, and he were to ever find out, he wouldn’t know how far he’d get upset.

All the men she kissed tonight waited for her, like some dog. It’s like Logan could see them a mile away. Why did she choose them, and not him? Logan was the real man here, not them.

“Fuck that,” Logan growled low as he pushed off of his bed and made his way out of his room. The man walked down the small hall before kicking y/n’s door open, causing her to jolt a bit in her sleep.

“Get up,” Logan demanded, but she barely understood him. She was still drunk, and now half asleep and in her dream. “What?” Y/n asked low as she saw the huge man make his way towards her.

“Up!” Logan demanded again before he ripped her cover off. “Hey-“ y/n went to say before Logan grabbed and pulled her up until she was seated in her bed. “Logan, what’s the deal?” Y/n asked, always irritated as he shifted her bottom to the edge of the bed.

“I want you to tell me if they mattered,” Logan spoke, only confused y/n. “What-“ y/n tried saying before Logan ripped her panties off. She had only worse panties and a bra to sleep in tonight instead of a nightgown like she usually wears. She was far too drunk to go through her drawers and find one.

“Hey,” y/n said as she went to push Logan’s fingers away that she rubbed across her heat. “You’re not even wet — They couldn’t have been that good, then,” Logan’s delusion fully kicked in before he stuck to fingers deep into y/n’s mouth.

Y/n tried pulling away and shaking her head, but Logan continued until his fingers were soaked with her saliva.

“Don’t bitch if it goes in dry then,” Logan said before he pushed two fingers at her entrance. “Hey, no-“ y/n went to stop him, but her voice cracked out as her hands stayed in shock right next to her thighs.

The young lady gripped her sheets as Logan curled his two fingers inside of her. “At least you’re empty — Maybe you’re not such a slut after all,” Logan said as y/n whined at the instant feeling of her stomach tightening.

“Aw, what’s wrong? Am I too big? — Fuck, I haven’t even put my dick in you yet,” Logan chuckled as he began to push his fingers in and out of her heat, focusing on her moans and the way she gripped around him.

“L-Lo-L-Lo,” y/n stuttered as she tried her best to keep herself up. “Lo-Lo-Lo — Fucking pathetic,” Logan mocked the girl as he looked into her eyes. She could barely hold them open as Logan played inside of her.

“No more,” y/n cried low as she felt herself near, upset that she wasn’t pushing the man off. She was strong enough to get rid of Logan, but something in her didn’t want him to stop this.

“You didn’t tell those little boys to stop — What makes you think I’ll fucking stop? Huh? — Ian stoppin’ princess,” Logan assured y/n, only making her roll her eyes, fully turned on by the way he was treating her.

For so long, y/n has been waiting for Logan to show just how cocky and asshole-like he could get. Finally, tonight, he decided to let it out.

With her being drunk, she couldn’t love this even more. There was nothing she could do about the way she was about to gush all over him.

“I’m gonna cum,” y/n said low as she fell back onto her mattress, getting ready to give Logan what he was trying so desperately to get from her. “There you go — Relax that body — Give it to me, Bub,” and with that, she did.

Y/n’s body locked up for a few seconds before shaking. Logan couldn’t help but laugh at her to taunt the way she got because of him. “Look at how I get you,”

Logan licked himself after he pulled out of y/n, making sure to get a treat for himself. That had triggered his mind to pick her up and take her to his room to continue eating her out.

“Get those fucking hands away from me, or I’ll make you count till ten,” Logan threatened after y/n tried pushing his head away from her heat. “No more — Please,” y/n begged the man as she took deep gasps.

All Logan did was chuckle into her heat, knowing he had too many more orgasms to go.

[luvsferrariss]

˚⟡˖ ࣪. ʚ 💌 ɞ of shadows and sins - OO1

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ Synopsis: Y/n was handpicked by their boss to help the recruiter find new players. However, it was obvious that the man wouldn’t like the girl assisting him, constantly belittling her and mentioning how weak and unqualified she was for the job. But in reality, he knew about her influence and was afraid of being replaced.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ The Salesman x Female Reader (British)

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ Warnings: Typical Squid Game elements—blood, weapons, death, etc. Age gap: the reader is between 24-25 years old, while the recruiter is 40. Some angst and feelings of loneliness. The reader lives in Korea but is not Korean; she is British.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ Author’s Note: Hi loves! I’m making a short series about the salesman. I hope you all like it! English isn’t my first language, so there may be mistakes—sorry about that!

next part here ! 🤍

You sighed as you watched your coworker fail once again. The man he was trying to talk to didn’t care at all and walked right past him. You just sighed, rolled your eyes, and crossed your arms, leaning against the metro wall near the stairs.

The recruiter began walking in your direction with his chin held high, a proud—or perhaps wounded—expression on his face, and you laughed at his frustration.

“What happened, Mr. ‘I-can-do-everything’?” you teased. He simply walked past you, heading up the station stairs.

“Shut up,” he muttered, and you chuckled, following behind.

“Did you manage to do anything at all?” he asked as soon as he noticed you catching up on the stairs.

“While you wasted time talking to one man, I got four. All of them on the verge of bankruptcy—desperation was almost funny, I nearly felt bad for them.” You stuffed your hands into the pockets of your beige trench coat. “With their financial struggles and my pretty face, did you really think they wouldn’t accept?” You smirked, stopping in front of him and framing your face with your hands as if showing off.

He simply walked past you, bumping your shoulder.

“You’re so full of yourself, seriously… What’s even fun about your game? No one actually likes Gonggi that much,” he scoffed.

You just shrugged. “That’s what I was told to do. And your job isn’t that exciting either, right? At least mine is getting results. Yours, on the other hand…” You glanced up at the sky as you stepped out of the train station—it was already nighttime.

“Can you shut up for a single minute? I already have to deal with you all the time. For the love of—just stop talking, girl,” he snapped.

You simply looked at him, already used to his sudden outbursts.

“Oh, baby, don’t be sad. Tomorrow will be your day, and you’ll manage to recruit some people. Besides, aren’t you the boss’s impeccable, invaluable favorite recruiter?” You pouted playfully, stopping in front of him again, this time by your car. You cupped his face in your hands, only for him to push them away and roll his eyes.

“I’m not arguing with a brat… Why don’t you just go back to your family?” he said, setting his black suitcase down and rubbing his chin. “Oh, right. I forgot. You don’t have anyone because no one can stand you. Your parents abandoned you, and your fiancé cheated on you…”

He spoke slowly, and when his gaze met yours, he noticed a brief flicker of vulnerability—but you quickly masked it with a smile.

He almost felt bad for you. Almost. But he didn’t regret saying it, and he would do it again if necessary.

“Whatever. Family is just a burden. I don’t need anyone, and I can live just fine on my own. Besides, maybe you should be worried, huh? The boss would never have sent me to you if he didn’t think you needed help. Maybe he realized just how useless you are.” You winked and got into your car.

As you started the engine and rolled down the window, the man remained standing there, lost in his thoughts, trapped by your words.

“Hey, baby, don’t walk around alone at night. This area is dangerous,” you teased before driving off.

He simply clenched his jaw, a growing resentment bubbling inside him.

He saw you as a threat. You would never take his place.

( . . . )

When you arrived at your apartment, you tossed your keys onto the table and hung your coat in the closet. You placed your shoes inside as well before closing the door.

With a sigh, you headed straight to the bathroom, undressed, and stepped into the hot shower—you really needed this. The water cascaded down your body, relaxing you, and a tired sigh escaped your lips.

Your mother and father would never have been proud of the person you became, but that was their fault. They were the ones who raised you the “right” way. Any mistake was met with punishment.

You became cold, sarcastic, and quiet around others. But no one ever really knew you. No one saw the pain, the fear, or the scars you carried from a disturbing childhood.

You had a slight fear of showing emotions or affection to anyone. There was only one person you had ever felt comfortable with, but even they betrayed you. So now, you truly had no one.

That day in the alley changed your life—but you still wondered if it was for better or worse. Everything felt strange. You felt strange.

Some days, your emotions felt numb. Other days, you just wanted to break down and cry with someone. But everyone you had trusted either betrayed you or left you traumatized. You would never trust anyone again.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you turned off the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel, drying your hair with another. You went to your room, grabbed some pajamas from your closet, and got dressed. After brushing and drying your hair, you applied some perfume and walked into the kitchen to make some tea.

One of the perks of living alone and having no friends was that you could use the guest room however you wanted—so you turned it into a library.

Once your tea was ready, you grabbed a book and headed to the balcony of your penthouse. The cold air brushed against your skin, but somehow, it didn’t bother you.

[sentient-stove]

If feels like being a fan of any batfam character means dealing with constant mischaracterization and a lack of desire to learn about said character

I think it’s perfectly valid as a fan to have a singular perception of a character. Whether it’s from a fanfic, Webtoon, official work etc

What isn’t okay is when fans who don’t engage with the more canon nuance walk up and act like their extremely one dimensional, ooc version of the character is accurate.

Tim Drake is not an uwu gay boi™️ who stays up 24/7 with a coffee addiction. That arrogant son of a bitch has consistently wrangled Batman and defeated antagonists that other characters can’t.

Stephanie Brown is not your happy go lucky girl who’s only personality trait is that she likes waffles jfc. She literally bribed a guard once so she could go into her father’s cell and beat the shit out of him.

And Cassandra Cain isn’t mute. Maybe at one point of the comics she was, but her writing was originally extremely trope-y around the “mute Asian girl who’s a weapon” and she has been able to communicate at the very least since her Batgirl run in 2000. Does she have difficulty picking what words to use sometimes? Yes, but English is also her second language and it’d be the same for anyone else.

Duke exists!!! I wanna see him in fanfic!! He outsmarted the Riddler at like age 7!! He’s not the “only sane batfam member” he’s out here riding the day shift solo and would absolutely throw a brick at a cop!!! He’s an incredible character, and writers and DC NEED to explore how Gotham having an active nightlife has likely moved a TON of crime to daylight hours!!! Free my boy from the ether!!!!

Damian is not a goddamn feral child. He’s a child who was basically disowned by his grandfather and then shipped off to a new country and then almost immediately the entire family dynamic shifted, leaving him, a NINE YEAR OLD CHILD. CHILD having to navigate and survive when all he was taught was that the world needed to be purged because it was corrupt. His dad DIED. How on earth was he supposed to react to all the upheaval?!? HE WAS NINE.

[flycoffee]

Man! you have no idea how much I wanted Loid to have conversations with dads where it’s from school or parks, preferably school! My brother and I have this conversation about his daughter/my niece being too popular for his liking because sometimes my niece doesn’t the other kids keep wanted to be friends with her while she plays in the park, and my brother tells me it him puzzled him that she would always get attention like that, and it worries him a bit for the her future, and I jokingly said maybe he should enroll her to some self defense classes while she is young for future troubles, and he genuinely think it’s a good idea. It’s a funny memory.

Anya after the bus hijack becomes very popular among her peers, it showed in the school dance and winter sheep festival, Twilight as a spy has yet see the problem and he wanted her to make friends and they are just kids so why worries plus Anya seems to enjoy the attention, but what if there will come to an opportunity where Loid would be socialized with other parents and have some dad conversation I don’t knows what dad talks about, but I hope some of the conversation will awaken the deep father instinct in him.

“You most be Anya Forger’s father I am some rich name my son admired your daughter so much after the bus incident said that he wanted to be as brave as her”

“My daughter too! And wanted to know how she can be so carefree even after she got her second Thunderbolt!”

And in true Loid fashion Twilight socializes with them with ease.

They talk, have some other topics Twilight gathering data, and so on then one of the dad said.

“It’s nice that she is popular amongst her peers now it will make the years after easier but you must have some worries too hmm? My daughter tell me she was quite popular among the boys in the school dance and lot of boy want to dance with her, I have an elder daughter and the boy she chooses to go out with” the dad signed and looked sad.

Some other dad said my daughter who is in 10th grade some rich name, who is the emperor scholar and they heard of her before with her achievement in Eden.

“The boys that surrounding her sometime and send those gift to my doorstep just make me want to pull out my guns” who look displease and angry, all the dad there agree.

At this moment twilight tries to imagine Anya as a teenager and the boys who asked her to dance at the party are also teens in a similar scenario asking Ayna to dance, and he quickly shakes the thought away “Calm down twilight you won’t be there when she reaches to that age, hopefully. And Yor would probably pull her out of Eden because of the fees I just need to think of the excuses for Yor to let her study in public school before I exit this mission.” But then the image of regular teenage boys wanting to go out with Anya startled him too, “would it be better if Anya chose to be with someone from the higher social circle of Ostania? But she is such a care free girl to think she will get in to a family of strict rules and manners would she be happy in those kind of relationship? wait what am thinking here I have no saying in Anya’s distance future, who ever she chooses will be her choice I just need to trust Yor would guide her through those phases, the worst Anya could chose is properly someone like Franky, a boy who is active from underground world, hopefully not.” all these happened in 0.9 seconds in Twilight’s head. But one of the dad said

“My wife have been reading a book about raising teenagers and want me to spend more time with our daughter apparently little girl will base lover preference on their father, how I treat her and her mother will be the mobile for her future spouse”

One of the dad said “what? then it’s already too late for me!” All the dad laughed at it except for Loid.

“No twilight! The worst isn’t someone like Franky at least Franky is genuinely want to be with someone the worst possible outcome is Anya falling in love with someone like ME!!!” At the point Loid had excused himself from the dads.

“Did we scare him” one of the dad ask.

“Base their future lover on me as Loid Forger might have been okay but I know all too well that Loid is a fake he is too perfect and nice if Anya bases her preference on that she might be fooled by an Espionage someone who is too perfect to be true, what if this mission get discovered in the future and enemy spy trying to find my weaknesses and use Anya as a pawn, what I did to those women will come back biting Anya” it is this moment Twilight couldn't imagine the worst karma that might happen on him/his daughter for the mission.

I have yet to know how Twilight will snap out of it but it's hilarious to imagine him as in parenthood turmoil for the mission!



[burytheruby]

HIII CAN WE PLS HAVE P2 OF THE PRICE DAUGHTER AND SIMON STORY??? PLS 😣 THE WRITING IS GOOD AND THE STORY IS JUST *chefs kiss* 💋💋💋 I WANNA SEE THEM LATER ON IN THEIR RELATIONSHIP 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏😞😣🩷🩷💕

I N A P P R O P I A T E I I

the answer is YES I CAN 🙈 thank you everyone for the support! I unfortunately have been crazy busy with the holidays, then my birthday (yay 20!), then back to uni 😭 but I did promise I would come back, and so there will be a tag list for whoever wants to be updated!

𐬺𐬽𐬾❤︎︎𐬾𐬽𐬺

IN which Captain Price is your father, and he has accepted your feelings for his lieutenant.

OR: late night talks and confessions, your father would do anything to make you happy.

Part 1; you're in Part 2

MINORS Do NOT Interact.

Warnings: age gap, fem! reader, ooc, canon divergent, still learning british slang please bear with me. WC: 1657

English is my second language.

Captain Price had dreaded this day, he never thought he'd see a future where you would come to him and ask him for advice. advice on romance. all because of his lieutenant. damn him. you sat next to him on the couch, shifting awkwardly as you both stared straight ahead at the tv, a game playing in the background. your father's favorite team, you noticed, against the team Simon had mentioned liking himself. almost humorous, Price had noticed the clear tension since your birthday two weeks ago. he appreciated the fact that his lieutenant was being careful, neither acknowledging the very needed—talk, let's call it.

but of course, you were never one to dance around the subject.

"we need to talk," you said simultaneously, it would've been endearing if it weren't for the fact that the talk was not about what dinner would be tonight, or who you thought would win the game playing on the tv, not even about the professor you loathed and couldn't wait to leave her class.

you turned to face your father, fidgeting with the pendant hanging on your neck—the one Simon gave you, of course. your father really tried to not roll his eyes and scoff at the sight, he has definitely given you prettier jewelry—or at least that's what he thinks. you wouldn't tell him you grew out of the heart shaped jewelry; it would break his own heart. after a long, tension-filled moment of silence, you finally spoke, your voice breaking through. "I think 'm old enough to know, dad." you sighed, as if trying to let go of the tension in your body. "an' s'not like we're not conscious of how this may look." you admitted, looking away as you clenched your fists.

yeah, you guessed it would be weird if the man you knew for most of your life suddenly became your lover. age gaps were taboo, especially one such as yours. but who cared? Simon saw you as a petulant, spoiled child until last year—not like he would tell you that, he wouldn't stand listening to your huffs and scoffs of complaints (acting as if he isn't your biggest enabler). that's beside the point, anyway. right now, your focus was on your father, a pensive look on his features as he looked at you.

and then you felt a little guilty when you recognized the tiniest hint of his eyes glazing—just for a second, just enough to ignite concern in you. "m'not getting sent away, y'know." you tried to lift the mood, and he could only smile a little. you were just as awful as he was when it came to comfort, and that was okay. he placed a hand on top of yours, giving a gentle squeeze as his eyes went to your every feature– from the shape of your nose to the volume of your lashes, you were his perfect girl. he often joked he birthed you, something you hated the imagery of no matter how sickly sweet it was that you were his daughter.

"aye, I know." he said, giving a tender kiss to your temple in a moment of vulnerability. his lips lingered there, feeling his heart squeeze and tear at the fact that he knew he had to let go. it was just hard, from the little girl he'd take everywhere, to the woman you were now. your father knew there was no point in trying to change your mind–or your heart, you were dead set on what you wanted. curse his own self. his hand let go of yours, and he pulled away from you. the gears inside his head were turning, the slow but steady acceptance of the relationship between you and his lieutenant.

"he's been less ratty lately," he admitted, his attention turning back to the tv as the opposing team scored. he scoffed, it was as if the universe wanted to mock him. "never heard him make so many bloody awful jokes in just two weeks." Price couldn't help but smile, seeing the rest of the team so distraught–except for Soap, that instigator–was exhilarating to him.

“yeah? m’sure he got ‘em from ya.” you couldn’t contain the smile on your face, seeing as Simon’s team was winning by a landslide. Price cursed under his breath, the hissing sound of the now opened beer brought your attention back to him, the features of your father illuminated by the light of the tv. his eye bags that become more prominent after every mission, the smile lines barely concealed by his mustache connected to his beard. your father hummed in response, sipping on the awfully bitter beer that your father enjoyed. for a picky drinker, he sure enjoyed the most awful you've ever tried.

"princess," your eyes roamed back up to his face, leaning your head on his shoulder with a sigh. with a tiny hum, expressing your attention, he then spoke again. "don't tell him I told you, but Simon's taking a week off duty." your eyes widened at that, then grew to confusion. Simon? Taking a break? That was new. The thought made your heart flutter, smiling subconsciously as yet another cheer could be heard from the tv, but you couldn't find yourself caring enough to see who had scored.

Instead, you checked your phone as it vibrated, a text on the screen making you sit up with an even bigger grin.

"I'll be back by this weekend, let me take you out on a date."

𐬺𐬽𐬾❤︎︎𐬾𐬽𐬺

"shite," you cursed under your breath. your room was a mess, with clothes sprawled all over your bed and the wardrobe. it was Thursday, just a day away from seeing him again, and not a piece of clothing convinced you enough for the date. too formal? too casual? too feminine? a dress, or maybe jeans? you sighed in frustration, your fingertips softly massaging your temples as you sat on the chair of your dressing table. it's not like Simon puts much effort into his own attire, but this is a date. where are you going, again?

realization dawned as you realized he did not, in fact, tell you what the date would be. you cursed again, getting up only to slump down in your bed. should I text him? you thought, only to discard the idea almost immediately. he was busy, he's a lieutenant dealing with death's doorstep in every mission, and my father, that's enough stress. at the end of the day, all you achieved was to reorganize your wardrobe, and to make dinner for you and your father—if he came home tonight.

waiting in the dining table, poking at your food until the light sound of the keys jiggling and the door opening made your head snap up, finding your father walking in with something inside his duffel bag. "princess, I've got ya a gift from Simon." he unzipped the bag, and inside was a box–a brand box, your favorite to be specific. you gave a quick thanks to your father as you skipped past him, straight to your bedroom to open the box.

"thank you, Simon." was the text you sent immediately upon seeing what the box contained—a dress, of your favorite style and a color that complimented you just right. Simon knew you too well, or maybe he noticed the small things that others usually would not, such as the neckline of the dress that would look best with the pendant—yeah, maybe he really kept that in mind, and having you show it off for everyone to see that you are not going to be available in the foreseeable future.

Friday morning came around too quickly, waking up in the comfort of your bed to a message from Simon stating he would be back by the evening for your date.

hair up, or down? natural or should you just go bald? your makeup trials seemed to go wrong each time, from too bold of a color for your features, to barely noticeable blush you tried to add. maybe low heels, and maybe a few other jewelries. your head spun from stress, and it wasn't until your heart began to beat a little too faster that you finally took a break. Relax. you scolded yourself, your own reflection looking back at you as this time you managed to make your eyeliner even on both sides.

it was almost ridiculous, you told yourself, to fret this badly over a date. this isn't just a date, is it? it's the man you claimed to your father you would marry way back then, when you were just a child and caught a glimpse of the man wearing those dad-glasses you quietly make fun of. glancing over at the wall, you cursed when the time was past noon and almost evening. you had to finish now.

in the end, you decided to go for something a little outside of what your usual is, but nonetheless you kept getting complimented by your father as you walked back and forth on the living room. "a doll" he called you, and called Simon a bastard under his breath just in case he fucks up tonight. he gave you a reassuring smile and hid in the kitchen when the door was knocked. with sweaty hands and a heartbeat way above the normal speed, you opened the door to Simon with a smile on your face.

"love," he breathed out, his deep eyes roaming up and down how gorgeous you looked—as always. his hand came up to cradle your cheek, his lips just grazing your lips with a smile. "gorgeous, lovely." he all but purred, making your skin tingle and your face grow hot. you smiled in response, just about to close the gap when you remembered that your father was right there, hidden but there.

Well, the make out could wait until the date.

𐬺𐬽𐬾❤︎︎𐬾𐬽𐬺

AUGHHH part two is finally here, everyone do a standing ovation

[w0rmss]

What do you think a jealous Bruce Wayne would be like? Would he edge reader, or make her come countless times, or would he make her suck him off or a combination? He’d definitely want to remind reader who she belongs to

Thank you so much for the request. I think bruce is a mix of all like he'll edge you for ages before making your come over and over before finally making her suck it off his dick.

Tw: edging overstimulating oral (f and m) p in v older man x younger woman afab reader use of sir / good girl rough throat fucking

Enjoy

Bruce knew it wasn't your fault some man was flirting with you at the gala. Did that stop the jealousy building up and fling all on you. Absolutely not. So now he was here between your legs slupering you up like a made man. He'd been like this for over an hour without giving you release. "Please sir. Please please let me come.. " You whine and tugging at his hair. This only encourages bruce to go faster. ""You think you get to come after what happened. Only good girls get to come baby." You whine as you feel him like a strip between your folds. "Am I not good enough for you. Am I too old for you baby." He looks up at you his face glistening with your arousal. "No sir. No you're sooo good please sir. I'll be the best girl for you please. I'm sorry sir... let me come please sir." You beg, the sight of Bruce's face only making everything worse. But your begging worked to well as you watched him sit up and undo his belt.

Bruce chuckles looking at you whined and shook on his cock. You'd came at least four times now. You whine and gasp bruce keeping your hands above your head. "What baby girl I thought you this is what you wanted." He teases as your cunt tighten around him making you shudder and finish over his cock once again. He pulls out with a groan watching your own fluids drip from your now empty hole. "B..Bruce... you... haven't fin." You gasp out but are cut off by bruce demanding you to. "Get on your knees and open wide."

Bruce cups the back of your head as his thick cock bullies the back of your throat. Precum and saliva drips down your chin and his balls. "That's it baby make it up to me. So good at saying sorry aren't you... took it all like the best girl." He's close you can tell by his babbling. You hum happily around him. "Yes sir." Your words vibrate against his member causing him to groan and shove it to the back of your throat before he spills down it. "That's it baby take it fuck take it all for me. Good girl my good fucking girls." He groans spilling ever last drop down you. You come of with a pop and swallow what was left in your mouth and lick your lips. "Anything to say to me." Bruce asks tilting your head up. "Thank you sir." You purr leaning into his hand. "I'll never make you jealous again." You kiss his palm. "Good girl. I'll go run you a bath." He kisses your forehead and walks to the bathroom.

Thank you hope you enjoyed

Keep requesting I'll get to it eventually

[impyssadobsessions]

DP x DMC interaction

haha okay so i have an interaction idea for my dmc and dp crossover with Patty and Danny with how they meet. (probably be only for me but hehe >w<) Danny after being stranded in dmc world, is living with Dante and being a part-time employee. They specify part time since he's still a minor. (just by a year and that's not even fully correct just easier to keep same birthday due to time shenanigans... Danny mostly upset because he was a four months away and now he has to wait eight. Not important just thought it be funny for Danny to fuss over it a little.) Dante is off on another gig not long after Danny starts crashing at his place. Danny had just gotten his citizenship started thanks to Morrison, and now settling in. He's borrowing Dante's clothes and cleaning up the place (since its still a mess from last Dante was there despite Lady n Trish having dropped in while he was stuck in underworld ) Imagine Dante actually giving Danny his better clothes, and they're baggy on Danny. Nero and Nico having promise to drop by at the end of the week, tying off loose ends to take Danny in for a bit.

Anyways. So Danny just finding something to do, since he isn't in a school ( and he doubts he will), and the business is slow, so he cleans the place. He gets it looking really nice and clean. That's when Patty drops in, expecting to go give Dante a piece of her mind for not checking in or answering her calls ( she's just worried about the geezer) then is shocked when she walks into the place and its SPOTLESS. And there in the middle of the office is someone in Dante's clothes but clearly not Dante. Which she exclaims in shock. And Danny, being Danny like.. uhh yeah I know. Need me to take a message? Wondering why a girl closer to his age looking for Dante. Did she have a job for them? Patty just shocked but then bombarding Danny with questions, suspicious of him. Which Danny just holding his hands like AHH chill chill =w=''' Then Danny explains the situation. Patty still suspicious if not a bit jealous or at least upset Dante never told her. Danny explaining how its pretty new. That's when someone else comes in fretting with an actual Job request. Immediately distraught when hearing Dante isn't in. Danny saying he can take the shift if its nearby- but the guy not wanting to hear it. Dismissing Danny before even knowing him, crumbling into the floor wailing. That's when Patty jumps in both curious of Danny's ability, while also not wanting anything to discourage going to Devil May Cry for services (pride in Dante's business). Patty convincing the man in almost scary manipulative way. She also insists on accompanying them. Danny learns more about Patty on their way over, she driving him up to the spot. Patty learning a little bit about Danny too. He goes into the infested manor, only to turn out the guy was the reason it was infested having made a deal only to turn tails... on more than one demon. Danny gets roughed up, still trying to get a hang of his limitations and powers here, but still manages to pull off a cool fight- especially if Patty ends up in direct line of fire. He sends all the demons packing. Leaving the asshole who started this mess, who tried not to pay them. Making a fuss about the destruction of the mansion, and how long it had taken Danny, as well as letting the demons get too close to him. (They never touched him) Patty is the one to give the guy hell, as well as scare him into paying Danny with bonus. Mentioning how upset Dante would be learning that he jibbed his son, and how next time a demon be hunting him down he won't be able to call on DMC for help. Danny's a bit shocked but pleasantly so with how fast the guy changes his tune as Patty offers to drive Danny out to get milkshakes, since they just got paid. "We?" "I did the negotiating, so I'll be taking a cut. Dante won't mind. uwu C'mon, I'm going to show you all the best hang outs around town. You're going to love them." Thus starts Danny and Patty hanging out. >w< Patty tries not to show it, but she was very impressed at how Danny handled things. Yeah he's not as cool as Dante, but he had his own flare. Plus he's closer to her age.

I did a doodle on paper too =w=' I was going to do something epic and cool but uh... nothing came to me

also a repost of this so you can get a better look at their designs.

[boybandbaby]

lovers and friends (Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

word count: 903

warnings/tags: alcohol, angst, written with age gap in mind because of Carrie and Big as always if I missed anything please lmk

note: inspired by season 2 episode 8 of SATC - I couldn’t come up with a better title

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It’s silent on the phone and Hotch can hear your breathing. It’s more like huffing and he knows you’re annoyed with him. You should be. This is the third time he’s canceled on meeting your friends.

You’ve been dating for about 7 months and it’s serious enough that you’ve started introducing each other to important people in your lives. You’ve met Jack and Rossi so far and he’s met your closest friend.

You also know how demanding his job can get so you’ve never fought about him canceling dates or held his busy schedule against him. But lately, you’re becoming a bit annoyed with his absence especially considering this is the third time canceling on your friends. Maybe it’s not fair on him for you to be upset but you also don’t like looking or feeling stupid and you constantly feel like that.

You don’t like the looks of pity on your friend’s faces when you tell them that he couldn’t make it. You don’t like recalling your night to Hotch over the phone when he was supposed to be there with you.

“Honey, are you still there?” Hotch softly asks, holding the phone to his right ear and covering his left ear with his pointer finger to drown out the nearby noise.

“Mhm.” You hum.

“Please don’t be mad. I’m so sorry.” He pleads. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“It’s fine, Aaron. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” You sigh.

“How are you getting home?”

“Goodnight, Aaron.”

You know it’s wrong to be short with him but you’re already fighting tears and you don’t want to snap at him for something he can’t really control, so you hang up.

You’re debating on whether to stay home with the sorry excuse of feeling too sick to go out. The truth is you are sick, sick of not feeling like a priority.

You also feel sick with guilt for even feeling this way. You don’t want to seem selfish when Aaron’s out in the world saving others and putting his life on the line.

Shaking away the tears and stress, you decide to go out rather than wallow in your sadness. Your friends come over to get ready and you struggle to have the courage to let them know Aaron won’t be able to make it again. They give you those apologetic looks but reassure you it’s really no problem.

A short few hours later, as you’re locking up your door, you decide to send him a text.

You: I’m leaving my apartment now. Taking an Uber with the girls there and back. Love you.

Aaron: Thank you for letting me know. Have fun and be safe. I love you.

His text is immediate and makes you wonder if he’s been waiting for you to contact him since your little spat earlier.

Pocketing your phone and taking a big breath, you exhale the worries away for at least the night. The next three hours are spent dancing, drinking, and singing a long to the lyrics as the dj mixes one song into the next.

You’re actually enjoying the night, when a waitress brings you a drink. “Oh,” You hiccup. “I didn’t order this.”

“It’s from the gentleman at the bar.” She points. Your friends’ heads whip toward the bar before you have time to process the waitress’s comment. When you finally do, your face breaks out into a smile just as wide as the Cheshire Cat.

Before your friends can question, comment or stop you, you’re stumbling towards the bar and throwing your arms around the man’s neck.

“Aaron, what are you doing here?” You laugh, eyes sparkling with happiness and surprise. “You didn’t tell me you’d be back so soon.”

“I was already wrapping up the case when I got your text message. I figured I’d surprise you but didn’t know if I would make it in time.” He shrugs, one of his hand finds your hip. “I know you’re still upset with me so I didn’t know if you’d want me here.”

“I always want you here.” You mumble into his ear. Aaron sets down his glass and places both hands firmly on your hips, pulling you to look at him.

“I want to meet your friends and be a part of your life. I should’ve made it a priority because they mean a lot to you and you mean a lot to me.” Aaron is not one for PDA but you look so cute, all carefree and smiley that he doesn’t care.

“You mean a lot to me too. I’m so glad you’re here. Thank you for coming.” You sigh all airy, kissing his cheekbone.

“You still want me to meet your friends?” He asks, weary. A part of him expected you to turn him away but when you’re dragging him back to your group, he sees how much this really meant to you.

He’s awkward as he stands in his suit, pressed against your back. You’re speaking a mile a minute as you introduce him to each of your friends. You watch him with dreamy eyes as he leans over you to shake each of their hands.

The environment is much too loud and much too crowded for his liking, his legs ache from standing and he’s truly beat from the case but the smile on your face is enough for him to put up with it all.

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[viilovers]

Warnings: Vi x Freader! (I wanted to make one for the woman out there too!) Strap on! Sub freader! X dom pit figther vi!, eating out ¡Vi pov!

You knew Vi since you were kids..you always felt something for her...her charismatic smile, how her eyes ligth up when she teaches you the moves vander showed her, how she laughs with mylo, claggor and the others, her phisic and....well bassicly everything about her.

You where walking down to benzo's not knowing that the only person in there was Vi wrapping her hands on the bandage's she usually wears....since she wanted to figth for zaun when you open the door and see Vi pink hair as she wraps her fingers and looks up confused as she watches your form walking in "W-What are you doing here?" Vi ask as she walks closer to you even if you two where the same age but months differents she was a little taller than you "I was gonna buy somethings from benzo...what are YOU doing here?" You ask as you look up at her and she puts her hands on your hips "You have to go...now" She says serious...more serious than you ever see her (at least when she isn't around enforcers.)

"What..why?" You ask confused as she was ligthly pushing you trying to get you off the store "Come on, cupcake" She says as she looks at you worried making you frown "What are you doing, Vi?" You ask as you look at her seeing that behind her eyes she had hidden intentions before you two hears steps and then the door opening Vi push you behind her trying to cover you as you two watched Vander and benzo walking in "Vander?" VI asks as she looks at him and Vander hugs her before breaking it "You have a good heart...always remember that" Vander tells her as Benzo looks out the store "They're coming!" He yells as he watches two enforcers coming towards them and then all it's blood.

I let out a yell as i woke up sweety and breathless from the nigthmare before looking around my messy apartment and see empty bottles on the floor and i groan realizing it was just a nigthmare i slam myself on the bed before getting up stumbling around the room before I grab my leather jacket and put it on streaching my body preparing my body to recive hits as i walk out of my apartment i notice the kiraman flag on around the city making me remind all the memories i try to keep off by alchohol or figthing as i walk around the city towards the pit people could look at me and think im angry or something but in reality in my mind there was a lot of memories fyling by and one of them there was....you.....the girl i thougth that die but didn't i chuckle at the memorie when the two of us meet again.

"you ugly or just shy?" I ask as i look at a person wearing a bird's mask before they take it off and my eyes widen looking at the person behind "....Y/N" I say breathless as i get up trying to hug you but couldn't thanks to the handcuffs "you looking good...for a dead person" Your words makes me chuckle "You know i can't die, cupcake~" I say with a smile looking at you.

Back to reality i was in front of the pit i open the door and walk in instantly after walking in i was getting looked with fear, admiration and jealousy as i walk towards the locker room where i usually change to the big nigth...i heard my name begin called out as i walk out and the ligths hit my face and i look at my oponent it was the same guy i break the jaw twice i heard the ding and throw a punch on his face making him stumble and then an uppercut as a crack sound could be hear making me smirk as i knew i break his jaw again before he falls face to the floor and i walk out of the ring before i went to grab the money.

And walk towards my house i notice the door a little opened i frown as i walk inside my guard at max as i walk the small hallway and notice a familiar back cleaning the apartment "Y/N?" I ask looking at the back as you turn around with a smile "Hey Vi...you are hard to detect" You say as i shurg "That was the intention" I say as i walk closer to you "What are you doing here, cupcake?" I ask looking in your eyes as my hand was on your cheek as you lean in "I missed you" Your sincerity took me by suprise as i smile "I missed you too, cupcake" I admit as my heart was bouncing in my chest like a drum as our breaths mixed with eachother as we stare at eachother eyes.

I lean in and take your lips in mines with a smile my hands sliding down to your hips as your wrap around my neck and i lift you into the messy kitchen kissing your neck as you moan and whine and i kiss down your body taking off your pants to the floor with the panties as i kiss your hips and my hands open your thighs with a grip on them i kneel as i look in your eyes with a smile kissing your thighs softly before licking your pussy and hear you moan softly and gasp feeling a hand on top of my hair gripping it softly as i start kissing your pussy lips holding them open starting to lick them before focusing the clit kissing and sucking softly as i hear your soft moans and gasp.

One thigh was on my shoulder as i hold the other with my free hand as i keep eating you "Fuck you are sweet baby...like a cupcake" I say with a smirk as i look up at you and see your pleasured face "Shut it" You say as i giggle before keeping eating you out before i felt your thighs clench against my face and hand as you cum hard on my face "Fuck you taste good baby" I say getting up and kissing your lips with a smile as you taste yourself on my lips.

I pulled you close to me, our breath mingling as I held you against me, intoxicated by what we had shared. “And now,” I smirked, leaning close, resting my forehead against yours "I'm gonna fuck that tigth little pussy of yours" I say kissing your lips faster as i walk to the wardrobe "let me grab the strap, baby girl~" I say kissing your neck as you whine in the place before i move and open a locker and take out a pink long strap on before locking it on my hips and walk towards you with a smirk as i see your hands teasing your pussy.

I grab your hands pushing them up your head as my strap teases your cock "You want it, baby girl?" I say as my breath hit your neck and you whine "I...I need it, Vi, please" You beg as i kiss your neck "that's a good girl" I say as i push the strap inside your pussy and moan as you whine and i feel your nails digging into my shoulder "Fuck! Vi!" You moan as i move my hands grabbing your hips faster keeping you steady as my hips meet yours.

"Thats my good girl, moan no one will hear baby" I whisper in your ear as my hands where on your hips and i keep fucking you hearing your pretty noises and whines and you steady but fast gasps "You close baby?" I ask as my breath hit your neck and i kiss your lips as you nod eager to cum "Come on, cupcake~ cum for me" I say as i slap your firm but nice ass and then i feel your body shaking as you cum deep on the strap "That's it, sweetheart let it all out baby" I say kissing your lips as you gasp and shake a little after that i grab you in bride style as i carry you to the bed with a smile as we cuddle and drift to sleep...together.

(Sooo...ahm this is embarrased cause i notice i had a big! Error i had did the story just like this one but it didn't save i didn't notice and send it thinking it was all but it was only the final so sorry about it!)

[thebisexualwreckoning]

Look, i dislike grace as much as the next louis de pointe du lac lover but I do think that a lot of the hate she receives is underserved. Y'all seem to think she was the villainous woman using louis and his fucked up sense of duty towards his family in order to live lavishly and then throwing him aside when he isn't useful anymore or because he reveals himself to be a 'homosexual'.

Like, idk what show we were all watching, but grace has never shown herself to be a homophobe. She's always staunchly supported Louis and whatever fun she makes of loustat's relationship ('is that a new kind of white' etc etc) is just teasing in a way that is obviously familiar to both of them, a kind of sibling bond. She even very cordially asks him to bring lestat over for dinner! She recognises his relationship with lestat, if not in words so much but at least in her actions.

Even after louis' is turning she does not turn him away when he attempts to reach like mama du lac. Louis turns up 'half a season' later, completely abandoning his family to seemingly get together with a white boy immediately after their brother (because yes, paul was not just louis' brother but grace's as well) committed suicide on her wedding day. she doesn't even judge his obvious supernatural changes and says 'he looks good', which we can also assume is reference to him being with lestat!!!

(I also find it funny how people don't extend the same amount of grace they do to any of the other characters to the character literally named Grace but that's neither here nor there.)

even when he turns up at her house after not being their for the twins birth, she invites him and leaves her kid in his care, showing that she obviously trusts him. she only got mad when he actively put her baby's life in danger by leaving the kid crying on the floor, something i feel she's very much in the right to feel like - because ya know, her kid could have DIED? babies are very fragile creatures, she dont know louis did it so he would not 'eat the baby', all she know is that her big brother endangered the life of her child.

and then he shows up at their mama's funeral looking like he don't even care along with lestat, who broke their family apart along with a young girl he claims is his daughter? that wasnt homophobia that was her being afraid for claudia because, remembering the baby on the floor scene, louis does not have the best track record with children and she still knows next to nothing about lestat but she does know (living in jim crow era south) that a white man is in no way equipped to deal with the problems of a young black girl.

I dont really have nothing to say about the coffin because that was kinda a bitch move but she obviously knows there something wrong with louis given he hadnt aged in like a decade or sommin now and she was probably protecting him from people figuring out he ldpdl in the future and lynching him for not only being black but the 'devil' or something.

anyway leave my girl grace alone she aint done nothing to deserve your shit

[vvembaby]

hello there

🌻about me🌻

✨ you can call me Em or baby girl

✨28, pansexual, enm, MDNI

✨ plus-size, big tiddy goth gf, tatted and pierced

✨subby brat

✨dm’s and asks are open, please be moderately respectful (please see #2 and #3 below)

Kinks:

dd/lg, fauxcest (daddy/daughter), older men, cnc, age play, age gaps, spanking, praise, breeding, free use, pregnancy/lactation, somno, degradation

Limits:

puppy play, beast, scat, snuff, piss

Important things to know!

1. Real life comes first!

Tumblr is absolutely amazing and I love being on here but I am a real human being with a life and a job outside of the internet. I have my queue set up and I am not always logged in or online.

2. Before messaging; no spam, no “hey”

In the least conceited way possible; I get a lot of messages. I can’t respond to everyone as much as I try to :( I dont always see every single message but I am way less likely to respond if you send me 8 messages in a row with no response from me. If I want to talk and am able/have the time, I will message back, I promise! And dont just say “hey” either, I will not respond. I also usually only reply to men older than me, just a preference!

3. Despite my kinks, I have boundaries!

If you send me a message right off the bat calling me a dumb whore or something to that effect without my asking first, you will be blocked. Please do not guilt trip me or beg me for responses!!

4. I’m a person and a STRANGER to you!

I love interacting with people on tumblr! I love chatting and making new friends! However, you only know me as far as what I post here, you dont actually know me. I am not horny 24/7 despite having a sex blog and I have a whole other life outside of this blog and being horny! Please respect that 💕

If you got this far, thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy me and my page ✨💕

[soul-meister]

slight pete dinunzio x fem!alternative!reader : the eltingville club

not beta read

cw: misogyny, slight sexual harassment(reader gets called tits), a crumb of pete and reader interaction

summary: you, being used to the attention of others, visit a rundown comic book shop in your friend's place

note: this does involve "geek girl" from the comics but I rearranged it so this takes place before the comic book shop incident. also, this is really short but I don't care

Your friend, Rebecca or Becca[1] as you called her, was a geek in her own right and you loved that about her. You found delight in seeing others enjoy their own hobbies without a care for other people's opinions as you did exactly that yourself, from your hobbies to your unusual appearance.

So, when she told you about what happened yesterday afternoon, this morning before school, you were a mix of disgust and annoyance. Did no one ever teach those boys it's just plain weird to take pictures of people you don't know without asking, especially underage girls?

Well, anyways- That's why you're here, Joe's Fantasy World, after school to find this comic book Becca was looking for, Saga[2], in trade paperback or whatever she called it. While you two did have similar interests in anime and manga, you weren't much for comics and such, focusing yourself on other things.

Opening the door to the little rundown shop, you step inside and just like Becca described, there was young and middle-aged boys mingling around the store, some reading through comics and others discussing god knows what.

"A girl?!"

At the random boy's voice, it was like a domino effect as each pair of beady eyes turned in your direction. Creepy. Even creepier was that it took only a few seconds for them to have their phones out and directed at you, the clicking of the picture button popping up around the store.

You stood there, eyes darting around as you thought over your next actions, trying to figure out what would work best to keep their leering gazes to themselves, or at least turn the observing into something more fearful.

You smirked to yourself as your eyes set on a shorter boy who held his phone out like the others, a bucked tooth grin spread on his face. You kept your gaze set on him as you walked up, your smirk turning into something meeker, hoping to make you seem more approachable despite your piercings and dead-appearing makeup. "Can I borrow this? I need to make a call and my phone's dead."

"Oh, uh, yeah, sure," the kid hesitated, his smile twitching out of nervousness.

"Thanks," grabbing it from his hand, you make your way out of the shop, making it seem like you were taking your call in private. You then pulled your arm back and launched it as far you could, watching as a motorcycle drove over it once it hit the ground, leading to the person crashing.

Walking back inside the boy ran up to you, his face morphed in distress at your action, "my-my phone! Why would you do that?!"

You stared down at him, the smile you had given him earlier gone, before bending down enough to scream in his face for a few seconds before stopping and turning away from him, making your way up to the man behind the counter.

"Do you have the new Saga trade?"

"Over there," the balding man pointed to a corner of the store with apprehension, and you followed his directions, ignoring the whispers that slowly started around the store at your little outburst.

Grabbing the book that Becca had shown you earlier on her phone, you glanced over briefly to find a recognizable title and image from a movie you've been recently obsessed with.

"Oh, shit. You have Tank Girl[3]. I didn't even know there were comics about her." Not finding any numbers on the spines of the comics, you shrug to yourself and grab a few with different titles. Once back at the counter, you set Becca and yours stuff down before reaching into your backpack riddled with keychains and pins to pull out your wallet.

"Can I do two separate transactions?" You separated the two comics, glancing up at the man who was still staring at you.

"Sure."

『••✎••』

As you were about to exit the building with your purchases in hand, an accented voice came from your left, "nice shirt, tits."

Glancing down, you took remembered the House of 1000 Corpses[4] graphic tee you wore before turning your attention to the boy, who you recognized from around school. His name was Pete something. "Aww, thanks, pimples."

[1] Rebecca is the name I gave to "Geek Girl" from "This Fan...This Monster"

[2] Saga is the comic Rebecca was looking for in "This Fan...This Monster"

[3] Tank Girl is mentioned in "Bring me the Head of Boba Fett" in the comics so I'm assuming Joe sells the comics, though they might be talking about the movie instead

[4] House of 1000 Corpses is the first movie in a horror trilogy made by Rob Zombie

[zephyr-ro-emenki]

I was recently introduced to the Idea of Percy being a reincarnated Odysseus and I have to say I'm in love. I've only really seen 1 fic with that idea so far, and I absolutely love it.

Because picture it, your Odysseus, you've returned home after 20 years, and you lived out the rest of your days as king alongside your family, passing on the title of king to your son, and still coping with all the horrors you saw in your journey, all the death you wrought, all of your trauma and regrets. Then one day, when your old, your wife probably having died before you met your natural end of old age, hoping to see her and be reunited in the afterlife, entrusting the kingdom you and your wife fought for to your son and Best Friend/Mentor/3rd member of your romantic relationship...

And then you and all your trauma are reborn as a Baby.

And you find out 12 years later that your father is Poseidon, the very God who tormented you for half your time away from home, and who made you into a man-made-monster.

And now, your new mother is stuck in a relationship with a absolutely Horrible man named Gabe who reminds him of the stories Penelope told him of the absolute worst of her Suitors. Your first and best friend in this new life acts so much like Polites that it Hurts, and you have to constantly stop yourself from calling him such. The first person you lock eyes with at camp is this blond girl who looks and reminds you so much of Athena that it hurts and makes you wish that Athena would accept your prayers after all these years.

And then, to top it all off, you, an Archer, are now stuck in a body that is absolutely Horrendous at Archery.

Obviously this must be Poseidon getting the last laugh and torturing you, it has to be.

Now picture how everyone else probably sees this.

Sally expected her newborn son Perseus's first words to be something normal like Mama or Dada or something, but instead his first words are "Penelope" and he's very protective of you, oftentimes referring to your 1st husband Gabe as "Another Suitor who will die by my blade" and your utterly confused on why he has so much faith that his true father will return to them and save them from Gabe (he thinks his father is just like him and is forced away by a war of some kind)

Grover expected this Demi-God he sensed at Yancy academy to be the standard for Demi-Gods, but instead he gets a Demi-God who slots in next to him like he's something that's been missing from him for his entire life, who gives off so many confusing combinations of emotions when he see's him, and who sometimes slips up and calls him "Polities" when he's in high stress situations or without realizing and he just has to cope that this Demi-God has his own name for him.

Poseidon is absolutely confused, because he's never interacted with his son once except for sneaking to meet him as a new born, but as soon as his son learns he is his father, his son is absolutely terrified and also unquenchably angry. He's terrified out of his mind whenever he's brought up, but when he's face to face with Poseidon himself, his anger in barely contained, held back by politeness and terror, a true trauma response and PTSD and he's left questioning who hurt him? Who made him so afraid of his father? He can't possibly have done anything to Percy, because he's never interacted with him before, but he's terrified as if he's spoken to Poseidon before and is on edge whenever he meets him. And he swears to hurt whoever made his son fear his own father.

And then Poseidon learns that Odysseus was reborn as his son and he has to realize that "Oh... I am the one who hurt my son."

And then the rest of the camp has to picture Percy as this contradiction of a kid. A kid who's strangely knowledgeable about Archery yet is terrible at it, a kid who could recite off every step of operating a Greek/Ithican warship and every form of ship or raft as if he had at least 30 years of experience with them despite being 12, who is a son of Poseidon who's absolutely terrified of getting into the ocean water, and who looks like he's never trained his body a day in his life but can effortlessly pull off disarming moves and put the camps best fighters on their ass with a few moves.

And then Sea of Monsters happens and Odysseus has that moment of "Oh Poseidon is REALLY fucking with me if he thinks I'm going through our entire journey a second time, except in reverse Order."

[theghostofashton]

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wrapping up the grief group au and diving back into exes to lovers, here's a little from that

The first GSA meeting of the new semester happens on a Tuesday. Carlos is excited. He tries to stay mostly hands-off during these meetings, leave them in the guidance of the kids. Usually, he’s there to sit off to the side and step in in case things get heated (which they have, a couple times, so his presence is definitely required), but today, he’s going to be leading the meeting. He leads a few meetings per semester to take care of housekeeping stuff and introduce new members to the club. One of the things he liked most about Queer Union was that it was open to everyone, all through the year. There were new people at every meeting. It never felt like an exclusive club that closed its doors after the sign-up period ended. The only thing they did headcounts for were events that involved food, to make sure they had enough to feed everyone. He’s implemented that exact policy here, and it’s worked really well. He’s thrilled every time a new kid walks timidly into the room, sets their stuff down at an empty desk and listens in on the meeting. Some of them never come back, but they came once. That’s enough for him. “Mr. Reyes!” He whirls around just as he hears the voice, and smiles. “Hey, Jordan,” he says. “How are you?” “Good,” she says, pushing a lock of hair over one shoulder. She drops her backpack on the first empty chair she spots. “I’m really excited. I missed the club over winter break.” “That’s great to hear,” he says. “How are your classes?” She groans. “They’re good, except for Geometry. Ms. Mitchell gives us so much homework! And most of it is just review! We already learned all this stuff and did homework on it.” “If it’s review, it’ll be easy, right?” he says. “Won’t take you long to do.” “That’s true,” she replies. “I just hate homework.” Carlos laughs. “Me too. It was my least favorite part about grad school, for sure.” “So, why do you give it?” “Because the board tells me I have to,” Carlos says over his shoulder. He goes over to the teacher’s desk and slips his phone out of his pocket and into his bag, turning back just in time to watch Jordan enthusiastically greet a girl walking into the room, both of them wearing grins as the new girl yanks Jordan into a hug.  Carlos draws in a breath, and lets it out slowly. Sometimes being here makes him sadder than he’d like to admit. It’s hard to think about the opportunities he wishes he’d known he had access to. When he was their age, he was so worried about anyone finding out this thing about himself he thought tainted him in some way, that he thought he needed to close himself off. He thought that was the only option, and when that didn’t make him feel right, he didn’t know where else to turn.  When he got to college, he spent so much time reeling, struggling from the years before and freaking out over how much his life had expanded in such a short amount of time. He had all this freedom and no idea what to do with it. He was overwhelmed. He didn’t know where to turn, and if it wasn’t for TK dragging him along to club meetings and hangouts with his friends, Carlos doesn’t know where he would be. And he treasures that time, and the people he met, but it also just feels like pure regret.

no pressure tagging @sanjuwrites @lightningboltreader @reyesstrand and anyone else who wants to share!

[scoriarose]

I really enjoy seeing your snakes on my dash, I have a hognose myself and ever since he bit me (my fault, I was handling him too close to feeding time) it’s made me nervous to try and handle him at all but seeing your girls reminds me that I just need to make sure he trusts me and I trust him

I think you've got the right idea about things! A lot of it is trust on both sides, and both of you seeing mutually neither will hurt the other.

I made a video that talked about some more of my thoughts and experience on it (but the audio ended up being a bit trash, apologies!) But! Short answer, I think you've got the right mindset, building trust with your snake-on both sides- is something you'll just need to be brave regularly doing multiple times a week. Mutual respect and good experiences it get easier and easier every time. That and, if I had to pick between being bit by a snake, cat, dog, or angry toddler I'd choose the snake every time. Hurts a lot less, no joke.

[suntails]

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