#cuz that's a tag I'll remember for sure /s

[essektheylyss]

To be very clear, I AM going to force myself for the next month to write some original content that I deeply love and am very fond of and I AM going to complain about it the entire time.

[baddestbittyontheblock]

måneskin fic recs

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✧*:·˚ hi everyone!! here is a list of all the fics that are my favs with tagged writers/authors ✧*:·˚

✧*:·˚ remember to like and reblog the works you enjoy in order to support each writer!! ✧*:·˚

✧*:·˚ however, make sure you read the information on each story themselves such as triggers & warnings ✧*:·˚

✧*:·˚ also, if you'd like me to remove your fic from this list, message me! ✧*:·˚

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måneskin x reader: blurbs+headcannons+fics

୨୧ 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

୨୧ 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧

୨୧ a headcanon with må with you being a successful model

-they're wearing earbuds, blasting music into their ears when they remember the they left their phone charger in the bathroom. they don't know you're showering and can't hear you over the music...

୨୧ headcanons with må x fashiondesigner!reader

୨୧ a valentine’s surprise | SMUT, orgy, oral sex, anal play, double penetration, food play, spit play, alcohol  

-You’ve been feeling a little left out in your relationship so your four partners show their love to you with a surprise for Valentine’s Day. 

୨୧ Gettin’ Frisky With The Måneskin Members  | explicit content, gender neutral reader, switch!damiano, hard domme!victoria, vanilla!thomas, sub!ethan, freaky stuff, toys and s/m, oral (both ways), degradation, spit, pain play, brat taming, bondage, sinning cuz rock’n’roll never dies

୨୧ our favourite band with an S/O with bad menstrual periods

| talk abt periods, so dyphoria warning (we'll get back on the totally GN shit tmrw, just filling requests rn), lil bit of swearing and NSFW on Ethan

୨୧ how the members of Måneskin confess their feelings for you måneskin x gn!reader

victoria de angelis

·。🍓 my sweet valentine vic de angelis x fem! reader | Fluff

-Victoria's first Valentine's day celebrating with you is a bit chaotic but turns out better than expected.

·。🍓 date night vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut, fingering, oral (female receiving) and bdsm dynamics

-you and vic go on a date and it ends with fun at the hotel

·。🍓 hush, hush, cucciola. vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut

-you’re were asked to come over and help to calm Vic down after another disagreement during creating new song, and you find just the way to make her happy and peaceful again

·。🍓 pillow talk vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut

-your night trip to the kitchen gets interrupted by a strange noise, the results of your investigation are more pleasant then you could expect.

·。🍓 long stormy night damiano x fem!reader x vic | SMUT!!!, degradation, corruption kink, wax play, knife play, blood play, spanking, bit of fear play, unprotected sex, it’s just wild ok, i wanted to treat y/n

-It’s a last day of your small, a bit disappointing  gateway trip. The big storm is approaching, yet your evening takes an interesting turn when you bump into two hot Italians in the hotel bar

·。🍓 cold breeze, hot cheeks vic de angelis x fem! reader | angst, fluff 

-a rather cold October makes your blood boil as you and Vic attend Ethan's birthday party

·。🍓 i think I wanna hold you, but I'm not sure i'm allowed

vic de angelis x fem! reader | angst with tiny hint of smut

·。🍓 I'll show the  lovin' that you'll never get from a man. vic de angelis x fem! reader | angst, fluff, smut

-your friends finally meet your boyfriend, and even though nothing goes according to the plan, your night ends up being better than you could hope for, thanks to Vic

·。🍓 sweat and good grips vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut

·。🍓 the one with victoria’s boobs. victoria x gn!reader | fluff

-Victoria needs help taping her boobs for an upcoming performance. You get more than you bargained for.

·。🍓 the one where victoria wants to watch victoria x fem!reader x ethan | smut

·。🍓 “OPEN YOUR MOUTH.” victoria x gn!reader | soft smut

-along the lines of The one where victoria is patient.

·。🍓 “YEAH, WELL, IF YOU WEREN’T SO DRUNK MAYBE I WOULD.” vic de angelis x fem! reader

·。🍓 “I KNOW YOU CAN BE LOUDER THAN THAT.” vic de angelis x fem! reader

·。🍓 “GIVE ME ATTENTION.” vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut

·。🍓 say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams vic de angelis xfem!reader | fluff, smut

-You're an up-and-coming actress, and Vic's best friend since high school. You have been friends and in love with each other for as long as you can remember. So when you have the chance to be together, it's magical.

·。🍓 baby said vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut

-you've been on a few dates with Victoria and you think things are going really well. You just wish you had known where the night was going beforehand- maybe you would have picked a table with longer tablecloths.

·。🍓 latenight devil vic de angelis x fem! reader

-victoria covers for you after you sneak backstage ahead of a Måneskin gig & invites you into her dressing room for an unusual encounter

·。🍓 forgive me father vic de angelis x fem! reader | smut, basically porn

·。🍓 the ocean's daughter swearing, alcohol consumption, drowning as a metaphor, smut

-while on holiday in italy, an encounter derails your life enough to make you pack up on a whim and move to the very city in which you first saw her — the ocean's daughter.

·。🍓 vic blurb

-doing domestic stuff with Victoria

·。🍓 a threesome with victoria and damiano! damiano x fem!reader x vic | smut

-reader is victoria’s partner and starts to develop a certain ‘obsession’ for dami, until vic decides to fix it.

·。🍓 vic de angelis fic victoria de angelis x fem!reader

-y/n is the other female member of the band, who has had feelings for vic for a while now, but was too nervous to say anything. one night after a concert in new york changes that after the bassist overhears a conversation between damiano and y/n.

·。🍓 thorns victoria de angelis x fem!reader | Mentions of smoking. Mentions of panic. Swearing.

-victoria meets her ex-girlfriend (Ava). The unplanned “date” upsets her and she decides to drink and smoke to cope. When she wakes up in the morning her best friend Y/N (who she also happens to have a crush on) is there to try and reason with her. 

·。🍓 lucid victoria de angelis x fem!reader

-It started with a spilled drink and ended with a clumsy kiss on the dance floor. A night out with friends takes an unexpected turn when you bump into the one person that's been on your mind for the better part of a year- the same stranger who stole both your chapstick and your heart.

·。🍓 nightmares victoria de angelis x fem!reader | A description of a nightmare. Other than that all is fluff and comfort.

-When Y/N has a terrifying nightmare and wakes up screaming, Victoria is there to comfort her.

·。🍓 kisses and cake vic de angelis x reader | very fluffy, a little spicy

·。🍓 vic blurb vic de angelis x reader

-being in a punk band and having vic feature in a show (you know like thomas recently did with starcrawler) and her doing her scissoring thing on top of me and then when she extends and after extending a hand to help me up and pulling me into a very gay gay gay kiss smearing her lipstick on my lipstick and leaving a big lipstick stain on my cheek as well

·。🍓 birthday wish victoria de angelis x fem!reader | smut

-little birthday blurb

·。🍓 church crush vic de angelis x reader | kinky as kink abba; innocent/corruption kink, and idk, sacrilege?

-good girl!reader having a massive obsession on a not-so-good girl from her church.

·。🍓 proficiency test victoria de angelis x gn!reader | a bit of swearing + one (1) explicit and one (1) implicit mention of sex + i'm very much projecting (who doesn't) + shitty german

-vic decides to help you study. chaos ensues.

·。🍓 coming home victoria de angelis x fem!reader

-vic has had a long day but coming home to you lifts the uneasiness from her shoulders and she vocalizes just how lucky she feels that you are in her life.

·。🍓 because of you idiot! victoria de angelis x gn!reader | angst(I guess), romantic fluff

-Victoria suddenly comes distance, and you try to find out why.

·。🍓 fluffy blurb vic de angelis x reader

-(it's something about getting matching tattoos with vic)

·。🍓 fuffly/smut with victoria victoria de angelis x fem!reader

-fluffy morning/half smut with victoria. nipples playing.

·。🍓 your camera roll while dating vic vic de angelis x reader | fluff, smut

·。🍓 knowing your worth vic x fem/gn! reader | hurt, comfort

-Vic is there for you after a conflict with your parents.

·。🍓 the first happiest birthday vic de angelis x reader | fluff

·。🍓 crawling back to you vic de angelis x reader

-Vic once again finds her way back to you.

·。🍓 one of a kind vic de angelis x reader | fluff, mentions of sex

-Vic finds out just how rich the feeling of love can be.

·。🍓 “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretend that it’s you!” vic de angelis x reader | fluff, angst

·。🍓 pt 2 hospital vic fic. vic de angelis x reader

·。🍓 “everything before the word ‘but’ is horseshit.” vic de angelis x reader | smut

·。🍓 the one where victoria is patient. victoria de angelis x fem!reader | smut

-you've been with Victoria for half a year. Maybe it's about time you pushed your fears away.

·。🍓 “Yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe I would.” vic de angelis x reader | fluff

·。🍓 “Give me attention.” vic de angelis x reader | smut

·。🍓 “We’re in public, you know.” vic de angelis x reader | fluff

·。🍓 “Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.” vic de angelis x reader | fluff

·。🍓 "Take off your clothes, but leave the heels on." vic de angelis x reader | fluff

·。🍓 vic fic vic de angelis x reader

-A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party

·。🍓 vic blurb vic de angelis x reader

-Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

·。🍓 l'amore è più forte di ogni segreto: Part 1. victoria de angelis x fem!reader | angst, swearing, bad google translate translations, overuse of italics, mention of someone called ‘A’ - Damiano’s girlfriend

-unbeknownst to you both, paparazzi photograph you and Victoria while on your way back from a date night. When you find out in the morning, the two of you have very different ideas of how to handle the situation.

·。🍓 l'amore è più forte di ogni segreto - Part 2. victoria de angelis x fem!reader | angst, swearing, bad google translate translations, overuse of italics.

·。🍓 k is for kisses vic de angelis x reader

-You and your girlfriend, Victoria, both like to tease each other. Kisses ensue.

·。🍓 peculiar and beautiful victoria de angelis x gn!reader | angsty but also fluffy

-reader finds themself in a emotional rut. A few comments online, the constant youtube recommendations on how to be “perfect” have been making them feel some type of way, hiding away from the one person that can help them; Victoria

·。🍓 amalfi nights victoria de angelis x fem!reader | smut, pretty vanilla, softdom!vic, servicetop!vic, praise, kind of fluffy smut

-reader and victoria are for vacation in Amalfi. After a candle-lit dinner at the restaurant, after a long day of swimming and sunbathing, victoria just wants to show you her love.

·。🍓 afterglow victoria de angelis x gn!reader | mentions of sex

-reader meets victoria while traveling with friends. The two create a lovely summer fling and reader can not help but bask in the afterglow of victorias influence hoping to encounter her again.

·。🍓 homesick vic de angelis x reader | tw sickness, vomitting

-vic and the reader being on a long vacation together. One night the reader wakes up homesick and ends up being sick in the toilet, trying to be as quiet as they can not to worry vic too much. To no use, of course, as vic wakes up alarmed by the sounds of someone being ill in the bathroom and then goes to comfort the sick, guilty, crying reader?

·。🍓 vic fic vic de angelis x reader

-An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

damiano david

✧*: i want to dance on your body damiano david x fem!reader | smut 

-you and your bestie hit up a party when you start grooving with Damiano, and the dance floor chemistry carries over to his hotel room. That's where the magic unfolds, and you both go to cloud as he compares you to an angel.

✧*: i'm gonna fly straight to you damiano david x fem!reader | fluff

-you and Damiano are cuddled up in bed, brainstorming epic future adventures together.

✧*: i wanna paint your face like you're my Mona Lisa. damiano david x fem!reader | smut

-damiano takes you to see his new yacht

✧*: long stormy night damiano x fem!reader x vic | SMUT!!!, degradation, corruption kink, wax play, knife play, blood play, spanking, bit of fear play, unprotected sex, it’s just wild ok, i wanted to treat y/n

-It’s a last day of your small, a bit disappointing  gateway trip. The big storm is approaching, yet your evening takes an interesting turn when you bump into two hot Italians in the hotel bar

✧*: overthinking damiano david x fem!reader | swearing, alcohol, smoking, smut related things in general

-Your relationship with Damiano is going through a crisis and some jealousy. All becomes clear after a filed party and a steamy night. There is a bit sad, angsty beginning, smut in the middle and a bit of fluff in the end. So, we have the whole package.

✧*: welcome home damiano david x fem!reader | surprisingly fluffy but also smut

-after a long week all you need is a loving touch of your currently absent boyfriend. Luckily in the morning there is a very handsome surprise waiting for you, and this allows you to start your day in best way you could possibly imagine

✧*: 300,000 hearts damiano david x fem!girlfriend!reader

-where damiano sings a song about you he wrote in highschool, to a full arena

ethan torchio

ᑦ( •ᴥ• )ᐣ blush ethan torchio x reader | pure fluff

-a blurb of Ethan meeting his new makeup artist who's really kind and bubbly and he instantly gets a crush on them?

ᑦ( •ᴥ• )ᐣ a night in paris ethan torchio x fem!reader | smut+swearing

-you went on a tour with the band and Ethan enjoyed Paris the most. Having your boyfriend all happy and excited turned out to be better then you expected.

ᑦ( •ᴥ• )ᐣ "The way your eyes get darker when you get aroused, is making me lose my mind." ethan torchio x fem!reader | smut

-If acting unwise get's you places, maybe you're just pushing it to be on your knees.

thomas raggi

❤︎ ❥ "We passed 'just friends' about 20 fucks ago." thomas raggi x reader | angst, fluff, smut

❤︎ ❥ sanremo. thomas raggi x gn!reader | swearing, slightly sugggestive

-ever the supportive boyfriend, thomas indulges you in a sanremo 2023 watch party.

[empressofmankind]

On My Silent Days

I Miss You A Little Louder

[Crocodile x female!OC]

Explicit with a capital E

Word count: 7k / 15 pages

A/N: Writing this has been my whole life the past 5 days, as anyone who has frequented my Dash recently can attest. I am obsessed with their chemistry.

Technically, this is part of 'The Show Must Go On'. You don't have to read it, but I recommend it. You'll get to know Shivs and her helter-skelter relationship with Buggy which sits as the background to this whole ordeal.

You see, this is like, Arabaste arch at the earliest - Cross Guild era more likely. By then, Shivs and Bugs have rollercoastered through so much bullshit and they've come out rock solid on the other side somehow. Clown keeps failing up, even with this relationship. Sir Crocodile finds the whole thing insulting, to say the least. And seems to think it is one well-placed remark away from utterly crumbling. Jealous ex, whomst? My dude, you fucked that up yourself. Repeatedly. You had more chances than you have fingers. Chemistry aside, this is absolutely a desert of his own making.

What else do you need to know? Shivs is only 2 or 3 years younger than Buggy (i.e. my age, come sue me), but Crocodile is 5 years older than the clown. So, she's in her mid 30s, he's in his mid 40s. She originally met him when he was maybe 28? Do the math. Oh yes, and for those less familiar with the Cross Guild era: our favourite clown has managed to accidentally become the lauded public face of what is actually Mihawk and Crocodile's venture. Understandably, the ex-warlords are a little miffed by this and spend decent amounts of time physically abusing poor Buggy.

Shivs' absolutely flawless plan is basically swapping sexual favours with her ex for get-out-of-jail-free cards for the clown.

My girl literally barging in here telling Croc: "I'll take ur cock if u leave my clown alone."

Yes. That's it. That's the plot.

She almost had him, too. Arguably, she had him the entire time. And then he gdamn snapped her from the pond edge like an unwitting gazelle in the last minute. Cuz we all - her included - forgot who we're dealing with for 14.5 pages straight. APPARENTLY.

screams into a pillow

Tag(s): Oh? Ok. Sexual favours! Is she fucking her boss? No, but he always makes it feel that way. Is she fucking her ex? Yes. Are they technically still married? Maybe. Blow jobs? Deep throat. Size kink? 100%. Filthy language. Graphic sex. Soft dom? Power bottom? I am on the fence. Little girl vibes on the margins, like, he tries. She too sassy and sooner a brat. Oh, orgasm denial! Big time. Humiliation? A little bit. Stretching? Yes. Moar size kink. Choking? Big yes. Spoiling? Also yes. She deserves nice things. Power imbalance? Yes. In whose direction? It kind of flip-flops. Did I need to spend so many words on their smoking and his cigars? Probably not, but it scratched an itch. With them, it counts as foreplay; I am sure. You know you're doing well when he takes the damn thing outta his mouth. World class banter, too. If I may say so myself. But really, the bottom line is that it's just oral and PIV dressed up real fancy.

ON MY SILENT DAYS 

I MISS YOU A LITTLE LOUDER

The double doors were as tall and foreboding as Shivs remembered. All bevelled hardwood and delicate gilding. She stood before them, gazing up. In the dead centre sat a brass knocker shaped like a bananawani's head, polished to a sheen. 

Knocking was for people with appointments, and waiting wasn't something she planned on doing here ever again. She put her palms against the cold, expensive wood and pushed the massive doors open as if breaking a siege. They swung on smooth hinges despite their weight and struck the marbled walls with resounding booms.

The opulent office beyond was exactly as she remembered. Marquina walls, fishbone parquet floors, blackwood furniture. The taxidermied juvenile bananawani set in the wall vitrine behind his desk was new. What had been there before? A map? A ship? No, a stone. An artefact of some kind riddled in curious glyphs.

Crocodile glanced up from his papers and the irritation flitting across his scarred face in the split second before he realised who'd dared barge in, set the hairs on the back of her neck on end. How often had she seen someone shrivel into a desiccated husk straight after that look?

Shivs held his pale gaze, set her jaw and strode into his office as if down the plank. 

The creak of leather as he leaned back in his seat. “You know I've killed people for less.”

She paused in front of his outrageous statement piece of a desk. She put her hands in the pockets of her baggy pants and forced her shoulders to unclench, her stance to relax. If Buggy’s dumb luck had managed to rub off on her in these past months, then now would be the time for it to start working for her.

“Lucky I am not ‘people’,” she said as she crossed her fingers in her pocket. 

Amusement squinted his eyes as the corner of his mouth twitched up behind his cigar. “No, you're not,” he said as he rose.

Shivs was not short. Not by any regular definition of the word. Buggy was only a head taller than her. She hadn't forgotten how tall Crocodile was, not really. And yet, as he came around his desk and towards her, there appeared to be no end to him as he approached. If she reached up, stretched her arm, she could nick his cigar. But only just.

"Do you still smoke?" he said as he stopped well within her personal space, forcing her to crane her neck to meet his gaze. He took a flat, brass case from the inside pocket of his coat and held it out to her. She remembered it. Remembered the exquisite taste of the narrow cigarillos in it.

"No."

"Liar." His gaze flicked down along his cigar at her. "You smell of cigarettes, doll."

"I have changed my ways."

Humour flitted under his gravelly voice. "For the worse." 

Shivs pursed her lips. "It's an expensive lifestyle when they don't come free with a goodnight kiss."

"Hah." 

The bark of laughter actually reached his eyes, crinkling their crow's feet for a moment. He held out the case to her again. "You poor thing. I do support charities, you know."

She took it this time and flipped it open. The rich waft of tobacco and sweet Goji berries greeted her as if no time had passed at all. Might as well enjoy her sojourn back to hell while she could.

She put one of the thin cigarillos between her lips and let him light it. Watched the firelight catch and reflect in his rings. Took a moment to savour the blend, rich and sweet as polished Beli.

They were very good.

Always had been.

Shivs took the cigarillo from between her lips and blew the smoke up in rings through a slow smile. They almost reached him.

Crocodile leaned down through the cloudy hoops to pluck the shoulder of her red-and-white striped sweater between thumb and index finger, a judgemental 'hmph' escaping around his cigar.

She enjoyed the expensive smoke and his fascination while it lasted. Maybe, just maybe, this would be enough? Letting him treat her like a doll badly in need of a better dress up? He liked to spoil, always had. Now, more than ever, he had the means to take it to completely nonsensical levels. Her ego could take it, if that was the price of leaving Bugs alone.

Shivs indicated his everything with an up and down wave of her free hand. "No way to afford the good stuff on a waiter's salary."

He let go of the fabric to brush his thumb across the smear of grease paint near the collar, staining his skin and the gold of his ring red.

"Or a dud's haul." 

He hooked the silk kerchief from his vest's breast pocket and wiped his hand. She followed the length of his arm up to his face.

"The entertainment isn't half bad."

“Yes.” He chewed the butt of his cigar, derision twitching his thin lips as he tucked the kerchief into an inside pocket of his coat. “His pathetic antics can be mildly amusing.”

Shivs’ grip on the cigarillo tightened, but she smiled pleasantly. “I like it when a man can make me laugh,” she said, pointing at him with the thin smoke between her fingers. “Even if at his own expense.”

She frowned at his broad back when he turned away from her without a witty reply, retreating to the button tufted camelback near them.

“You're not here for a social call,” Crocodile stated as he sat down, putting his arms along the sofa's curved back. Something flitted past his pale eyes, but it was gone so fast Shivs couldn't nail it. “What do you want, doll?” 

Shivs rolled back and forth on the balls of her feet, pursing her lips as if preparing to drive a hard bargain. She intended to seem casual, unconcerned. But her palms were slick with sweat and her heartbeat drummed in her ears. She filled her mouth with smoke, tasting the rich flavours. Savouring them before blowing it out in small puffs through her pursed lips.

"I want you to leave him be," she said, extinguishing the cigarillo in his ashtray.

Crocodile shifted and put his shin across his knee. Her gaze flicked down and she saw him take note. 

"And if I do?"

She held his gaze. One breath, two breaths, moved her jaw but didn't form the words. She wanted him to leave Buggy alone. Even if that meant taking his… beating, instead.

He blew out smoke through his nose, waiting patiently for her answer. The hint of a smile lingered as his pale eyes held hers from above the waterline of his scar. And in that moment, he reminded her so strongly of a lurking crocodile. Watching. Waiting. Biding its time to strike. It sent a shiver down her spine, and not entirely out of fear.

Shivs pursed her lips, steeled her emotions, checked her resolve. I'll do it for you, Bugs. It's a deal I know he won't refuse.

She met his intense gaze head on, then dropped hers slowly to his crotch once more. Allowed it to linger there, before looking back up.

He chewed the butt of his cigar and beckoned her. "You never could fit all of me down that skilled throat of yours." 

Shivs watched him uncross his legs as she approached. She trailed her fingertips along his clothed thighs before leaning on them. It brought her face level with his and she deliberately took a moment to breathe in his secondhand smoke. 

“Want to judge if that hasn't changed for the worse?” she whispered against his lips as she savoured the distinct flavours that made up his private blend. 

Strong muscles flexed and relaxed under her palms, and she presumed that to mean ‘yes’. 

She ran her hands down his muscular thighs, taking in their shape until her palms rested on his knees. His breathing changed, she could tell from the way he exhaled smoke. Denser palls, deeper breaths. No resistance as she pushed his knees apart far enough to kneel between them.

Brushing her fingertips across his overstated belt buckle, she smiled to herself. Some things never changed. She slipped the tooled tip through the frame, her movements slow and deliberate as she listened for the subtle shifts in his breathing. She loosened the prong with a sharp tug on the strap, using more force than was strictly necessary. An undercurrent of need laced the grunt that escaped him in response. 

Shivs reached into his pants with both hands, catching his gaze as she drew his penis out, feeling it swell against her palms. She made a noise of appreciation as she let her hands slide down his shaft. His pale eyes hunting after hers when she broke their gaze to look at her fingers fitting around the base. She had not forgotten how tall this part of him was.

Leaning forward, she trailed teasing kisses from halfway down his shaft towards the tip. I’ve swallowed swords longer than this, and dicks aren’t even sharp, she thought as she flicked her tongue past the rim, playful-like. Length was only half the problem though, she knew that perfectly well.

She put a hand on his thigh and leaned on it as she ran the flat of her tongue across the head and took him into her mouth, suckling the tip. Inched his cock further with deliberately slow, short bobs, tilting her head to ensure he’d catch every movement of her lips as they worked around him. Need strained his stoic expression when she stole a glance up. A twitch of his eyebrows when the tip bumped against the back of her mouth. She sucked down and drew his cock back out, watched it twitch and his grip tighten on the backrest as she felt his thigh flex under her palm.

She took him into her mouth again and ran the tip of her tongue along the underside of his cock. Relaxed her neck and let it slip further than before, teasing at the entrance to her throat. Nudging it, stretching it just a bit before sucking down and drawing him back out, tasting precum for her efforts.

The frustrated groan that rumbled up from somewhere deep within his broad chest sent sparks flying down her spine. This is gonna work, she thought as he reached for her head, petted her hair while she teased the precum from him with fleet, wet kisses.

“Stop messing around and swallow my cock, sweetheart,” Crocodile grunted, pale eyes alight with hunger. The petting stopped, fingers tangling into the hair at the back of her neck instead. It was like the twitch on the line that told a fisherman to react.

Shivs glanced up along his hard shaft, and reeled him in: 

“Yes, Sir.”

The horny groan that drew from him, before she’d even begun to take him again, settled comfortably in her bones. Gotcha, she thought.

Shivs breathed slow, deep, steady breaths as she slid his cock along her tongue, lining him up. The head pushed past the entrance of her throat and she switched to shallow breaths through her nose. The grunts and huffs that escaped him every time she swallowed were inhuman and she needed more of it.

She slid his cock further down, felt his thighs tremble as she did. The closer she got, the more his musk pervaded every stifled breath she managed around his thick cock. It was a heavy, heady scent and she shifted her position to press her thighs together. He didn’t notice.

She stroked his legs, ran her hands up to his hips as she leaned closer, and took him deeper still. His fingers were fisted painfully tight into her hair, but his large hand followed her without force or resistance, resting heavily against the back of her neck.

Almost. 

Almost there.

And then the tip of her nose bumped against his flat stomach. She could hardly smirk with his dick this far down her throat but counted on the crinkle of her eyes to work for her as she caught his gaze and slowly raised her hands, palms up. She didn’t care that they trembled. 

Look. No hands, motherfucker.

Crocodile grinned down at her through a huff of smoke, cigar dangling between his teeth. She thought it looked a little worse for wear.

“The pathetic clown doesn’t know what a dirty little slut you are, does he?” Crocodile said, his gravelly voice thick with lust as he petted the back of her neck. “Giving such sweet head to save his sorry hide.” He ran his fingers along her throat as if trying to feel how far down his cock had gone. “I always knew you could do it, sweetheart.”

“Now,” he added as he huffed out a pall of smoke and she felt cool metal sliding around the back of her neck, barring a retreat. “I need my cock-hungry doll to make me feel good.”

Shivs dropped her hands to his hips, gripping the folds of hard muscle there for support. She slid her tongue between her bottom lip and the underside of his cock, making sloppy little noises with the slightest bob of her head. Even those small movements pressed the round curve of his hook into the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine that made her squeeze her thighs together. She didn’t bother to try and hide it.

His large hand joined his hook, strong fingers digging into the back of her head, twisting into the hair there and holding her put as his thick cock twitched so far down her throat she didn’t even know anymore where precisely she felt it. She worked her throat around him, drawing rumbling moans from him that pitched.

“Ah -nngh- you feel so good, doll. So. Damn perfect.” His thighs tensed under her arms, flexing his hips with short jerks. She closed her eyes as she swallowed around him, frowning with effort. His breathy grunts as he lightly fucked her throat made her pussy throb.

Suddenly, his grip tightened like a vice and he shoved her nose-first against his hard, trembling stomach muscles, stealing her breath. Her eyes flew open as her throat strained and cramped, swallowing around him in reflex.

 “Fuck, honey. Ah---! Yes, yes.” The satisfied, drawn-out moan as Crocodile spilled his hot cum down her throat reverberated through the quiet office. 

Her fingers dug around his hips, tears jumping into her eyes as she gagged, feeling cum come up around his cock as stars danced into her vision. His grip weakened as he rode out his orgasm and she pulled back before he was quite done pumping cum. Shivs swallowed it mindlessly while coming up for air. His dick slid wetly out of her throat and mouth, streaks of cum connecting them before they broke.

She glanced up from his softening cock, glistening with her saliva all the way to the hilt. He’d tilted his head back, held his cigar nowhere near his mouth as he came down from his orgasm with deep, steadying breaths that expanded his wide chest and flared his nostrils.

He straightened with a lazy groan and a roll of his broad shoulders. 

Shivs met his gaze, panting.

“You’re still my pretty little thing, aren’t you?” Crocodile said, his gravelly voice breathy as he reached for her, stroking her cheek with his thumb. The gold of his ring was smooth where his fingertip felt rough, the warm touch grounding her fried senses. It lingered at her eyepatch, lightly brushing the faded leather. “The things we let people do to our faces…”

He hooked the kerchief from his pocket and dabbed her mouth. She reached for his hand with both of hers, touching the back of it, taking the cloth. She watched him watch her as she cleaned her face.

“Don’t you have a new pretty thing? Miss Face-of-the-Casino in her cute kimono?” Shivs forced her tone to be casual, edged with light mockery, maybe. It was stupid that it’d stung when she’d seen the younger woman. An irrational, petty feeling. An old pain. And, none of her business, at any rate.

The dismissive look that flitted past his pale eyes was rather unexpected. “An investment, nothing more.”

“She’s pretty,” Shivs said. Perhaps, part of the sting had been the fact that Miss Pretty had not responded to her the way women did when they were into other women.

Crocodile looked at his cigar before putting it back in his mouth. “That she is.”

Their gazes crossed and she pursed her lips. He reached for her jaw, fingertips grazing its curve. Then leaned down and pressed a peck against her frown. She sat up and chased after him as he took another draw from his cigar, stole the aromatic smoke from him as she teased her tongue into his mouth. He blew it out through his nose, taking the cigar from his mouth as he caught the back of her neck with his hook and took control of the kiss.

“You can have one if you like, sweetheart,” he said when they broke apart, indicating his cigar. 

And lord, if she wasn't tempted.

“You share ‘em these days?”

His derisive ‘hmph’ made her smirk as she rose to her feet. 

“What about Miss Pretty? She enjoy your… cigars?” Shivs said, and noticed she’d gotten his cum all over Buggy’s sweater. Shit.

Crocodile glanced at her, pale eyes searching. “I prefer making deals with those who have something of value to offer, doll.”

Shivs put her hands in her pockets and rocked up on the balls of her feet with a mildly overacted grin. “Oh, it’s a deal then? You’ll play nice?”

“My compliance doesn’t come that cheap,” he said through a huff of smoke.

She crooked an eyebrow, risking a hint of ridicule in her tone. “Cheap? And here I was, thinking I have a unique skill up for offer.”

He actually cracked a smile as he flicked the butt of his cigar into the general direction of his desk and ashtray. Then beckoned her with hook and hand. 

“Come here, doll.”

It would have been too easy.

She sauntered back to him and linked her fingers with his, curling the others around his hook, letting him draw her into his lap, straddling his thighs. He shifted so his cock was between them, pressing against her clothed cunt.

“What else will it cost me?” she said as she rested her hands on his shoulders, lightly riding against him. Every rub along his dick pulsed pleasure up her spine, and she hadn’t failed to notice it was already stiffening again.

He stoked the tip of his hook along her cheek as his large hand took in the shape of her firm butt, guiding her movement. “I want to know if your tight pussy can take all of me now, too.”

“Here, on a couch?” she said as she slipped her fingertips under his coat and pushed it off his shoulders. She trailed her hands down the revers of his vest, grabbed hold of them as she dry humped against him. “I thought you said you weren’t cheap?”

The bark of laughter that drew from him shouldn’t make her smile the way it did.

He pressed a kiss against it. 

“I wouldn’t dare, honey,” Crocodile said as he gathered her up in his arms and rose smoothly from the couch, leaving his coat behind. He strode across his study and through the adjacent library to the expansive bedroom beyond. She remembered the sweeping view from its curving window wall and the sea of nightlights twinkling far below.

Instead of depositing her on his spacious bed, he set her down on the plush rug beside it. And motioned up and down her clothes with a dismissive gesture. “Take those rags off.”

Not my rags, Shivs thought as she kicked her boots aside, removed her baggy pants and grabbed the edge of the sweater. She didn’t wear a bra. She didn’t like them, and she hadn’t bothered wearing one this evening either.

Fingertips traced the lacy sides of her underwear while she had the sweater pulled over her head.

“You still have those.”

He sounded…not surprised. Curious, maybe?

“No reason to get rid of perfectly fine underwear,” she said as she freed herself from the sweater, finding he’d already undressed.

“They can stay on,” he said as she folded the sweater, her hand lingering on it before she turned to him.

“For now?”

A smile twitched the corner of his lips. 

“Here, doll.” He held something out to her, cream-coloured and neatly folded. It seemed small and delicate in his large hand.

When she took it, the fabric cascaded into a surprisingly classy, mid-thigh negligee of shimmering silk. The top was constructed from intricately detailed lace with tiny bananawani worked into the pattern.

“Pretty,” she said as she brushed a finger across the delicate lace. She put it on and it fit her so neatly it felt like a second skin. An outrageously luxurious second skin for the silk felt soft as sin and the lace light as air. She turned a full circle on her tiptoe, overacting it just a little. She knew he liked that.

“Looks good on you.” He reached for her head, combing his fingers through her tangled red hair, tucking stray bangs behind the strip of her eyepatch. “I’d never let you get so grimy.”

“Can’t be a dirty little slut if you wash me.”

“Hah.” Crocodile leaned down and scooped her up into his arms, just like that. “Come here before I shove my cock down your throat again to shut you up.”

“Don’t tempt me- ah!”

Her reply cut off when he suddenly let go, dropping her into his bed. And that was quite the distance, even if the landing was soft. He immediately climbed on top of her, caging her with his much larger body. She spread her legs, accommodating his wider hips as he reached for her breast. His thumb traced circles around her nipple through the fine lace, stiffening at his touch.

“Like what you see?”

“Always have, doll,” he rumbled against her collarbone. Though no longer smoking, she could still smell it on him. Would be able to pick it out of a crowd. Subtle tones that reminded her of burnt coffee, dry glass and cinnamon, mingling with the faint wax smell of his hair gel and heavier citric notes of his cologne.

A small gasp escaped her when he brushed the lace down and kissed her hard nipple, taking it into his mouth and licking the sensitive tip. She felt the curve of his hook press against her hip, hitching up the silk as his hand slipped between her thighs. Strong, confident fingers pressed against the fabric of her panties and outer labia underneath. It ignited old desires, flickering life into fires she’d thought snuffed out.

His rough fingers traced the delicate lace, undulating with its curling, stylised waves. Her breath caught when they found the edge along the crease of her thigh. A mewl on her lips as he dipped them under the smooth fabric, fingertips grazing the warm, sensitive skin of her outer labia and sending sparkles of anticipation up her spine. The delicate fabric stretched with an alarming whimper from the seams as strong digits brushed between her folds, not quite able to reach. He grunted against her breast at the soaked pussy he found there.

She felt him slip the hook under the edge, warm from resting against her hip. The thought of him pulling her panties down with it lit up every nerve in the vague vicinity of her hips. Her eyes snapped open at the sharp jerk, the sudden cry of fabric tearing at the seam between silk and lace. 

Shivs made a noise, nose wrinkling. Those were the nicest-.

“I’ll get you new ones,” Crocodile promised against the curve of her breast, his gaze down as he hooked the fabric from her hips. The hunger in his pale eyes as he looked at her pussy made her spread her legs further. He leaned down to caress her labia and press a light kiss against them that made her throb, thinking about his tongue.

A breathy huff escaped Shivs when he slid his middle finger between her folds instead, running slow circles around her inner labia. Gathering the moisture there before teasing them apart and brushing across her clenching entrance. Pleasure sizzled up her spine when he pressed it inside, mapping her inner walls and finding all the right places far too easily. If he kept this up, she was going to come very soon.

He switched to her other breast, teasing the sensitive skin as he inserted a second finger. “I seem to remember you liked getting your little hole stretched,” he rumbled against her nipple, and spread his large fingers apart. She moaned at the strength in them, the ease with which they pried her open. It sent twinges of sweet, sweet pressure blazing through the haze of need fogging her thoughts.

She reached down to his hand, stroke the back of it. Found his thumb and guided it against her clit with a needy moan. Her thighs trembled as he massaged it firmly, pushed his fingers all the way in, then spread them as he pulled out. She felt his knuckles and the hard edges of his rings press into her labia when he pushed them back in but she didn’t mind, kind of liked it. She reached a hand for his shoulder, neck, grabbing hold of the tout muscle there as she arched her back towards him. His pace was torturously slow and she was loving it.

Shivs let out a drawn out whine when he stopped, pulled at his neck, wrist, knowing perfectly well neither will give an inch but trying, anyway. She tried to clench her thighs, rub them together, nurse the need smouldering in her veins, but his knees were between hers and she writhed in vain.

Crocodile shifted unto his elbow, bunching the silk further up her hips while taking his hard dick in hand. A hoarse whisper close to her ear as he guided the head against her slick pussy: “Won’t you beg for my cock, sweetheart?”

“I need to feel your cock in me,” Shivs said as she caught his hungry gaze. “Feel it fill me, stretch me.”

He grunted with barely contained need, she could see it in the straining of his back as she reached for his thick neck, folding her hands behind it. Felt it in the way his hips twitched as he pressed his shaft through her wet folds, coating it with her juices.

“Am I not a good girl, sir?”

“Yes, you are.”

Shivs moaned loudly when he entered her. Whined at the delicious pressure as he pushed deeper into her soaking wet pussy, stretching her around him. She clung to his neck, mewling with incoherent need. Her hand went to his hair, messing it up but not caring. Neither did he.

“Ah -ngh- fuck,” Crocodile grunted, his breath hot against her neck.

Shivs held onto him for dear life as she arched against his hard body, savoured the sharp pleasure of him stretching her cramping, soaking cunt wide enough to plough through. He’d not bottomed out yet. If she could take him, she’d have him wrapped around her finger.

“You’re. Fuck. As tight. As I remember. Sweetheart,” Crocodile groaned into her neck, his gravelly voice strained to the point of being near unintelligible. It was getting tougher and tougher to push further through her tight, contracting walls.

“Almost there,” Shivs whispered as she brushed a stray bang of dark hair from his eyes.

The noise he made in response was inhuman and she drank it in as she closed her eyes, spread her legs further to accommodate his hips and relaxed every muscle she could still feel. A whimper bubbled from her lips when he pushed up against something deep within her that twitched a pleasure so sharp up her spine it sat right next to pain. 

“Fuck, yes,” he ground out as his hips pressed flush against hers, his breath hot, heavy pants buffeting against the crook of her neck. “Feels. So good.”

He managed to push himself up onto his elbow, satisfaction animating his whole face as he looked at their joined hips, her soft labia squashed against his pubes. Shivs whimpered, his movement nudging tight bursts of pleasure deep within her. 

“I knew you could do it, doll.” His tone was thick with lust, laboured from his heavy breathing. He gently brushed a strand of sweat-slick red hair from her forehead with his hook, looking so proud. “You like getting your little cunt stuffed, don’t you?"

Shivs gave a sharp nod, struggling to form words.

“I know you do, honey,” he whispered as he rolled his hips against hers, not truly thrusting. She reached for his face with trembling hands, stroking his hard jaw. He grunted under his breath with each push and she pressed pecks against the puffs of hot breath until he responded. Until he chased her tongue back into her own mouth and pressed her head back into the pillow with the desperate force of his kiss, demanding entrance with his tongue that she was more than willing to give. 

“That's all you g-got?” she whispered through a moan and a bated breath when they broke their kiss for want of air. “I b-barely feel it.”

“Ah? You want more, doll?” Crocodile pulled out with a grunt, just a fraction, before shoving himself back inside her to the hilt, making her mewl with pleasure through clenched teeth as his cock bottomed out and up against her cervix. “Shall I take you back to my study? Pound you bend over my desk, like I used to?”

Shivs whined into his mouth as she latched onto him again, arms tightening around his thick neck as her cunt squeezed around his cock from the pleasure coiling around her spine. If he took her from behind, he could probably push deeper still. Oh, she’d be in trouble.

“Who’s cheap now, hrm?” A breathy hum into her ear as the obscene slap of his hips against hers filled his bedroom. She whined in need, the heady mix of mind numbing pleasure laced with an edge of pain making her tremble against him. “Do you want to be my little whore again? My pretty fuck slut to sit on my cock whenever and wherever I want?”

All she could do was whine and roll her hips to meet his steady thrusts. Fingers digging into the taut muscles across his shoulders, keeping him close as he fucked her deeper than she’d ever felt a man, even him. She whimpered, the heady mix of mind numbing pleasure laced with an edge of pain all but overwhelming her. Especially when he thrust just right, shoving his cock against a sensitive spot so deep inside her she didn’t even know she had it.

“I missed my. Pretty cocksleeve,” Crocodile grunted into her ear. “The. Only. Little slut that can take me -hng- properly.”

“Fuck me harder,” Shivs whispered, hands massaging his broad shoulders. He groaned with effort, she could feel the bridled strength in the muscles working under her palms. His pace picked up, and so did the strain in his body. Every thrust stretched her so deliciously, stimulating every needy nerve inside of her. 

“Do it,” she moaned wantonly as his thrusts started to push her up on the bed, her weight no match against his strength. “I c-can take it.”

“Ah - hng- you’re. Going to. Make me cum, doll,” he growled through clenched teeth. He grabbed her shoulder, holding her in place as he jerked his thrusts up against her. Her mind was unravelling. The only thing she could think about was his cock filling her, burning up every single nerve she had as needy pleasure coiled in her belly. She wanted him to cum. She really did.

When he paused, she struggled to comprehend why. Her gaze found his. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his mouth slack to accommodate the deep breaths heaving his chest. He was barely holding still, strain thrumming through every inch of his large frame above her.

“Does. My pretty little thing want. Cum as deep in her tight pussy. As her pretty throat?”

She whined, pulled at his neck with both hands. “Y-yes.”

“Beg. For it.”

“P-please,” she whimpered as she tried to make him move, weakly rolled her hips towards him. 

“Please what?”

“Please, s-sir.”

The noise he uttered in response to that settled somewhere at the primal base of her brain. She wanted, no, needed, to hear it again.

“Please, sir. Pound my needy hole like I deserve,” she mewled into his ear, savouring the way his breath hitched, that noise came again. 

“Damnit, doll,” Crocodile grunted through clenched teeth as he picked up a pace that became quickly rougher, slightly erratic. He locked his hold on her shoulder, broad fingers digging around her thin muscles and narrow bones, keeping her put as he pounded into her soaking, cramping cunt. “Gonna fuck you so full, you'll be leaking my cum well into tomorrow.”

“Please, please, pleaaasse,” she whined and clenched around him as he fucked her into the sinfully soft matrass with long, deep strokes that shoved his cock shamelessly up against her cervix to fit it all in. She wanted, needed, to cum around it, desperate for release. “Fuck me full of cum, sir. Stuff my tight cunny like you did my slutty mouth.”

“I -ngh- will, honey. I am,” he ground out, barely intelligible as his pace lost all semblance of rhythm and he bucked against her in the grip of his orgasm’s first throes.

“Oh! Yes, yes,” she moaned as he shoved his throbbing cock as far as she could take it, cumming against the deepest corner of her cunt as she shuddered around his cock with unfulfilled need. He stayed buried inside her as he came down, breath erratic before steadying, slowing. She whimpered in need, clenching around his softening cock. She hadn’t been able to cum around it like she wanted. It was too thick to cramp enough for a proper orgasm. She knew that, but had thought maybe this time…

He knew it, too. Remembered it.

“You’re still my pretty little thing, aren’t you?” he said as he caressed her cheek, ran his thumb across her parted lips. “Unable to cum around a cock like a big girl.”

She made a small noise that he swallowed in a kiss.

They stayed that way until her breathing steadied as well. Then he sat up and gathered her into his lap. She held onto him, her cheek against his collarbone. Not quite ready yet to let go.

“You look parched, doll,” Crocodile said as he brushed a bang from her eyes.

Shivs peered up at him. “I would not say ‘no’ to a sweet white.”

A noise escaped him that could have been a fond one as he lifted her off his lap and rose. The sound of his retreating footsteps filled the quiet. He’d gone to his study, judging by the distance. Shivs got up as well and shimmied the negligee down. Despite everything, she did not feel like taking it off. It felt nice against her flushed skin.

She sauntered to the curved window wall and found the view precisely as she remembered it. A sea of nightlights twinkled across the city below, mirroring the deep blue, star-speckled sky above. The moon hung low, waning from view. It wasn’t long before he returned. She heard him uncork a bottle behind her and fill two glasses. The snap and swoosh of his lighter. The familiar scent of his cigar preceding him as he came to stand beside her, still naked.

He held a glass out to her, a cigarillo clamped against its curve. The wine was a deep bronze instead of the pale yellow usual to white wines. She accepted the glass and smoke, gaze lingering on the narrow slot through its delicate stem. It allowed him to hold them with his hook without slipping. She glanced sideways and up at him. A fond smile twitched her lips when she noticed his hair was neater than before. He’d evidently taken a comb to it for a hot second.

Shivs put the cigarillo in her mouth and turned to find his lighter lying on the nightstand beside the wine bottle, and a corkscrew with its split cork still attached. She glanced at the label as she lit the cigarillo. It read ‘1811’ in large, proud capitals, and a name in a curving script she couldn’t be bothered to try and decipher. She would not be able to afford it, anyway.

Taking a sip, she returned to his side. The wine was sweet, indeed. With hints of lime, honey, saffron. She made herself comfortable against him, her bum resting on his thigh. “It’s a nice view,” she said as she blew out a thin pall of smoke.

He glanced down at her and their gazes crossed as he idly stroked her hip. “It is.”

Shivs leaned into his touch, sipping the wine. It really was, very good.

“Clever scheme you’ve gotten up to, in order to save the loser’s sorry hide,” Crocodile remarked as he blew a smoke ring against the narrow cloud she’d just produced. “But it has a flaw.”

Shivs let her weight shift from his thigh to his loin, only the soft silk between them. “You sure?”

A self-satisfied smile twitched behind his cigar as he gave her hip a squeeze. “None of this will work on Dracule.”

Only because I don’t have a penis, she thought, but no matter. They may have both grown older, but Croki was still fundamentally the same man she’d left years ago. And that would work for her, she was sure of it. Inevitably, Mihawk would pick on Bugs. She would take it upon herself to get irritatingly upset about it. Mihawk would no doubt insult her next, and Sir Self-Satisified here would take it personally by-proxy and shut him up. It’d be a win.

“I’ll think of something,” Shivs said as she blew a thin pall through his smoke ring, dispersing it.

He glanced at her, amused. “He’s partial to good wine, at least.”

“I’ll take it under advisement.”

She nipped her own wine, idly rubbing her thighs together. Pleasure skulked around the base of her spine, denied but not forgotten. She made a little noise against her glass when she felt his hand move up her thigh, his thumb brush under the edge of the negligee.

“Still needy?” he said as he bunched up the fine silk, rubbing his middle and ring finger against her clit in slow circles. It sent lazy sparks of pleasure straight to her brain. Drawing a shuddering whimper from her as he dipped his middle finger between her folds.

“Cum for me, honey,” Crocodile rumbled as he lightly ran the tip of his finger along the inner rim of her vagina, then teased the sensitive spot further down. Shivs gasped through her moan as the briefest shudder of an orgasm stole over her like a thief in the night. It was not enough, not nearly enough.

“N-need more,” she said as she put the glass down with a wobble. Reached for his large hand when he stopped, withdrew, tugging it back. Bunching two of his fingers together, of a mind to stick them into herself if he didn't.

“Come to our board meeting tomorrow. You’ll come sit with me and I’ll take good care of your needy little hole.” He shook her fussy touch and caught her pubes, massaging his palm firmly against her soft cunt, pressing her bum against his cock. “You can ride my palm like you used to, and I’ll make you cum on my fingers till your tight pussy is sore from cramping around them.”

Shivs wasn’t particularly keen on doing any of this semi-publically, least of all anywhere Bugs would be. Though she feared she wouldn’t be able to talk herself out of this, as easily as she’d talked herself into it.

“Don’t worry, doll. I’ll leave the pathetic clown alone,” Crocodile promised as he stroked her flat belly with the rounding of his hook. “Can’t beat the loser if my hand is occupied with something sweeter, hm?”

Shit. She had to tell Bugs. Forewarned, forearmed, and all that. She turned in his hold, his hand moving to her butt instead. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” she said, but he caught her wrist when she took a step back.

“Ah, ah,” he admonished as he stopped her, pulled her with him, back into bed. “You’re staying with me tonight.”

“I, what? Why?” 

Suddenly, she wanted to leave as he gathered her against him, nestling her into his lap and chest, spooning his large body around her like a cage. She wanted to leave, wanted to go to Buggy and cry when he guided his cock back inside her still moist pussy with an incriminating noise and a satisfied rumble. She’d meant to turn this trick and tell Buggy about it. Tell him her plan to manipulate the ex-warlord to leave him alone, to leave them alone. Tell him it had worked. 

Shivs pushed herself on her elbow but Crocodile pulled her back down to him.

“Stay,” he said as he hooked the fluffy underblanket and silk cover sheets about them, his arm around her waist, hand on her hip.

“Why.” She had to tell Buggy, but now she couldn’t. She’d left after they’d gone to bed. She hadn’t told him yet. He didn’t know. He’d wake up alone.

Crocodile stroked the midline of her belly with the tip of his hook, rippling the cream-coloured silk as it moved up her chest, counting to the fifth rib. The one behind which her heart sat.

“Wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise.”

A quiet sob escaped her.

"Ssh, sleep, honey," Crocodile whispered into her hair, fingertips stroking her hip. “I’ll take good care of you tomorrow.”

~

Honourary mention tags: @smut-goblin , @ruledbyproblematique , @gingernut1314 , @swirlsofblackandwhite

(N/A): To anyone reading & making it to the end. Writing this has consumed me the past days. I want to know what you think! What did you like? What made you laugh? Was there something specific you noticed? Something you now wonder about? I am 100% open to lengthy comments and blow by blows, ngl. I am obsessed with this.

If you want for more, I jotted down some of my own thoughts regarding this debacle. I may also be plotting another stint. Because Impel Down, do you understand me??

[girl-named-matty]

20 questions for fic writers

thank you for the tag @rypnami <33

How many works do you have on AO3? Seven currently! Idk how many more there will be but for now it's seven!

What's your total AO3 word count? 627,138!

What fandoms do you write for? Hogwarts Legacy but I'm more currently writing for a different fandom.

Top five fics by kudos? Passion || Sebastian Sallow is my most popular fic!

Do you respond to comments? Yes. I sometimes forget I have ao3 ngl but 99% of the time I respond to comments on wattpad if I can remember.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Usually I try to give happy endings to stories because I'm that kind of person. So towards the end I'll have something angsty but the very end will usually end on a better note. But In The Shadow of Her has a decently angsty towards the end because it follows along with the game and In The Shadow of Magic has is angstier towards the end for several reasons lol.

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Honestly--outside of my full fics, my one shot "Moving in" probably has the happiest ending.

Do you get hate on fics? Perhaps??? I'm not really sure. I've gotten a few off-handed comments that make me go "???" and any hate comments have been very rare.

Do you write smut? Lol nope and I never will. I'm okay with writing stories without it.

Craziest crossover? Ummm I can't really remember ever writing a crossover but me and my bsf would joke about Sebastian and Ominis going to a Jackson Wang party so?? Does that count? 😂

Have you ever had a fic stolen? YES ACTUALLY LOL. It was ages ago and I was literally like 12 y'all HAHA. The fic wasn't even GOOD but it was on Wattpad and got reposted on NovelHD. It was crazy for me to find out ngl. I didn't really care, especially cuz the fic was garbage (in my opinion now) but yeah LOL.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I can recall.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes. Many times. Me and my old fandom buddies from a long time ago would do it.

All time favorite ship? AAAAAAA. I hate this question because I can never decide lol. I don't really have a favorite ship but I do have some I like. I'm not going to say any outside of the HL fandom but I will name a few from my friends. @rypnami's Jamie and Jack have had my heart for so long <3 @morelikeravenbore's Aurelie and Sebastian. Ugh I just love them sm <3 @catohphm's Danny x Adelaide is SUPER cute and I love it sm <3 @keri-mcberry Keri x Sebastian OHHH MY GOSH. Keri is literally my favorite artist and everything from her is just so cute and adorable and omg I love it. <3 @boxdstars Amara x Natty. Super adorable, super funny. Props out to Natty for dealing with Amara. Love them sm <33

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? My old fanfics from old fandoms that have just been sitting on my computer for four years LOL.

What are your writing strengths? Fluff, usually. I'm good at Angst too. Romance eehhh kinda?? I've never been in a relationship so I don't really know how it works but I've written several relationships that I think were good.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? I used to do this a lot actually. But I doubt 100% of it was correct. Now that I'm older, I definitely hesitate more with it. But I think it's super cool and I planned on doing it for my fics but my MC's first language is Irish (Gaeilge, Irish Gaelic whatever you wanna call it lol) and in the 1800's it was even harder than it is today SOOOO in order to avoid mess ups, I just used one-word expressions most of the time.

First fandom you wrote in? Oh gosh, I can't even remember. Maybe it was Merlin??? Spirit Animals?? I don't even remember cuz it was so long ago.

Favorite fic you've written? My favorite fic is probably not even and HL one LOL. But to keep it HL, all of my books have a special place in my heart and I really can't choose. Some of them have strengths over others and that much is clear but idk if I'd ever be able to choose.

No twentieth question - I LOVE YOU GUYS AND THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO ME YAP LOL <3

tagging: @plxnetn1ne, @endeavour12345, @superconductivebean and anyone else who wants to join in and talk abt their writing! <3

[queenofsliferred]

🌵🧃🔪🐝🧩

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

sure wish 8tracks was actually a fucking thing still otherwise i'd link one of the many oc ones or oc/canon :cry:

but i made a johnny cage one that i embarrassingly listen to a lot on spotify lol.

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

one of the earliest stories i can remember trying to write was in 2nd grade and it was just disney sleeping beauty but dracula was the evil fairy queen/malficient and had a machine called the "baby taker 4000" cuz he specifically really wanted Dawn (NOT aurorra its my ORIGINAL CHARACTER) as his wife in the future and ahgugufugugssfdgjfghsfgsd i can't remember what else i had planned for that but the toxic age gap kidnapping mindwashing fetish shit was in my blood from birth....

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I WISH I REMEMBERED STUFF OUTSIDE OF SMUT BUT GOD... i had to look up if its actually possible for someone to have twins but the kids have diff dads (it is just extremely rare).

one that stays in my mind is the phrase "breast orgasm" cuz i kept seeing hentai of girls lactating when they came and i was a really stupid 13 year old and i kept looking for SPECIFICALLY THAT but no i kept fucking getting "some women can cum thru just their breasts being stimulated but its rare!"

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

@keithkogane legit so fun to bounce ideas off of and she writes super well and her ocs are always swag and a lot of fun. i do be missing amelie, liv and diva heheh uwu

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

spelling it "come". cringey dialogue that's ooc and not even in a hot way!! i'll put up with a lot but if ooc daddy dom leon kennedy is saying corny (as in not his one liner bullshit, just... "dAdDy'S lItTlE sLuT PrInCeSs" GUHHHH) shit i wanna die!!!

[epicfranb]

ethubs or gempearl? :0

Gempearl: Ship It

1.What made you ship it?

Will you believe me if i say. this was actually one of the first if not THE first hc pair that i shipped. Aside from ethubs ofc but that was mostly from Last Life. But then a twitter bug bit me and i went OH NO but The Boundaries! and stopped. I'm still recovering btw.

IDK what made me ship it tbh!! ig i just saw two cute girls hanging out and went hey that's adorable. they're so weird together and are doing funny things to troll impulse. i love this

2.What are your favorite things about the ship?

i like how they're kinda like. switching who's the weird one from time to time. it's mostly pearl who's weird but idk i like how they join in on eahc other's bits. also they kill each other homoerotically

3.Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

i dont see opinions on them + i dont think about them that often so i dont have anything to say sorry lol orz

Ethubs: Ship It

1.What made you ship it?

yknow. yknow. last life. i have eyes and ears

2.What are your favorite things about the ship?

there are a lot homestly just scroll thru my ethubs tag but i'll say my fav thing that first comes to mind. it's that they seem in a lot of ways like opposites but the closer you inspect them the more you see that.. they actually have way more similarities between eahc toher than differences??? they just work so well together. it's like two pieces of a puzzle met and fit together perfectly

3.Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm idk i'll have to think abt it. im sure there;s smth but i tend to follow ppl i agree with and homestly compared to my other ships. i think the ethubs fandom understands those guys very well

ok im back i thought abt it and i think most of my gripes with any iteration of ethubs come down to mischaracterizing them individually. so like showing bdubs as this loud and boastful guy and completely missing that his self-esteem was nonexistent and is still kinda low, or commiting too much to one facet of etho (be it his trickery or his shyness) while disregarding his other traits. im guilty of this too cuz THEY ARE VERY DIFFICULT CHARACTERS TO WRITE and the fact that they have years of history to reference means everybody's ethubs is going to be a little different based on how much of that they've seen and what they remembered the most or chose to focus on. so even if i don't agree with a take on them (which has happened before) it's completely fine cuz like. there's A LOOOT of space to have differing opinions about them.

tldr i probably do but i forgor

[hollyhomburg]

Hi li !! I hope you have/had a good day !! I was just wondering abt your feelings on like,, pregnancy related topics? I didn't see anything abt it in your rules but I also can't remember if you said anything on it in the past. I just wanted to make sure before I sent any thoughts in bc ik some writers really do not like those kinds of topics. I've been ovulating and thinking very hard abt babies and the bily pack as parents lol. Especially joonie god that man...

I was also wondering if you do emoji anons? I can't remember if you have any or not and I kinda wanted to be one 👉👈

Totally cool if not on either question !! Take care of yourself first and foremost we'll all be here waiting patiently !! Mwah /p

my general opinion on asks with possibly questionable subject matter- including pregnancy one- is that you might as well send it! i have a few caveats to this i realized recently that i don't really like hearing about my readers sexual gratification all that much, stuff like "oh my god this chapter made me so wet" vs "oh my god this chapter was so hot," like there are lines that i'm not always willing to cross when responding to asks- but most of the time if it is something that pricks my feelings in the wrong way then i'll just not answer it! you just have to promise me that you won't be hurt or hold it against me if i don't answer!

you can be whatever emoji you wanna be! although i will say i do recognize peoples @'s and profile pictures more easily if recognizability is what you want! although i understand not everyone is comfortable with that! i try to make the effort to only visit peoples blogs if i'm invited, like if someone reblogs something of mine with a comment or if they tag me in it! i dont do this because i don't care, i do it cuz i know it can make some readers a little bit nervous if they think im going to check who they are or judge them.i promise i wont if you decide to come off anon!

[brrambleberry]

Ghost has to attend mandatory therapy, and the receptionist is about as happy to be there as he is.

*In Ghost's opinion, this is an utter waste of time. Of all the horrors and monstrous things he had done in his enlistment, one disobedience was all it took for the higher ups to send him to talk about his feelings. As if they hadn't demanded that he terminate and bury them for nearly 20 years. The other option was prison, and they knew better than to stick him in a cement casket with abusers and scum. So the next best option was to shove him through double doors he had to turn slightly sideways to enter, and into a shitty little waiting room. He walks through the parallel rows of skeletal folding chairs and right up to the tall desk. He's not quite sure who he was expecting to greet him, but it sure wasn't her.*

*A young woman sits on a swivel chair. Her black hair is teased up into a 60's updo, bordering on a mess but it looks good on her. Long sharp nails, like gleaming red apples. A cheeky diamond is inlaid where a beauty mark might sit on her upper lip, and eyes with lashes like a fan neglect him for her computer screen. A name tag reads 'Nettie'.*

Ghost *is quiet, that partly how he got his bloody name, but he knows that she knows he is there. Women generally do, they have a sixth sense for when someone of his size and nature are prowling in the shadows nearby. He's not quite sure what to do in a situation where he needs to draw attention to his own presence.*

Ghost *clears his throat*

Nettie "Yeah I see you there mate, kinda fuckin' hard to miss. Just gimme a sec, I need to flick off this email..."

Ghost *says nothing. His jaw twitches and he shifts himself to keep the exit within sight. This was ridiculous, he couldn't remember the last time he experienced something as civilian as waiting for a pesty receptionist.*

Nettie *pops a bubble with the gum she's been idly chewing. Half-heartedly pushes herself away from the desk, and unfolds her legs to stand.* "Right, why are you here then?"

Ghost *knows that she's expecting details for the appointment, but today has been a drag. The only thing that could make it better was to make it another person's problem.* "I kill people for a living."

Nettie "This is a service for veterans love, you're not going to win any bingos here with that. Who are you here to see?"

Ghost *shrugs and hands her the referral, a strong desire to get this over with as soon as possible.*

Nettie *clips it from his hands quickly. Popping another bubble, she raises an immaculately groomed and arched brow.* "Dr Martin eh? You must have been a very naughty boy."

Ghost *had been idly watching her mouth as it worked the gum. It was driving him a bit mad, something about it was goading. Odd woman to pick for reception, someone as cheeky and infernal as her. His glare snaps back to her eyes at her last sentence. He narrowed them, who the fuck did she think she was talking too?*

Nettie *had already moved on. She moved back to the computer and tapped away. The printer in the corner whirled awake, and she returned with warm, crisp forms printed on the stark white paper clamped to a clipboard.* "Right, I need you to fill these out, shouldn't take more then two or five minutes. I'll find you pen, well, hopefully anyway. You lot always take 'em with you, and now it's a pain in the arse to find one that isn't drier than my nan's crack. Anyway, you can use this one. Please give it back once you're done love, cuz that's my favourite. If you don't, swear on my bleedin' Louboutin's I will hunt you down and pester you till I get it back."

Ghost *takes the clipboard shoved in his direction, remaining silent and quickly scratching through boxes with ticks and answers with monosyllables. This woman is fucking loony. He slides it onto the desk surface, and speaks up for the first time.* "Here, your preferred pen, safe and sound. No need to ransom the rest of my sanity for it."

Nettie *plucks her pen back up and twirls it with a sweet grin.* "Some girls' just wanna watch the world burn, Skelly." *She ends with a playful theatrical wink. It pulls an amused huff from his chest. A corny batman reference is more reassuring than anything he would have expected in this linoleum purgatory.*

[totaldramafan-lauri]

As I was sitting there eating my birthday cake, talking with my family...I realized something.

It hit me just how.....fffffffflipping nervous I am.....

Holy crap, I am terrified of doing this....

I-I mean, it's nothing new.....I was really nervous submitting practically ALL of my previous fics too. Heck, I remember right after posting Bruises, I took a break from all my socials for a whole day just to get my mind off it. There's always that feeling of "dear god I just realized how AWFUL this is, why am I doing this, no one's gonna read it", but....this is a special case.

This will be my first time EVER submitting an unfinished fic. That's the big thing for me. My mind is currently going through every single worst-case scenario trying to tell me how bad of an idea this is. "People are gonna be unsatisfied". "They're gonna be super critical of how slow it is". "They're gonna say it was a waste of their time". Most of the BIG STUFF hasn't happened yet, and that's why....

...part of me is thinking....Maybe I just should've been more patient. Maybe it would've been best to just....wait to post the completed story all at once. That probably would've been the best thing to do, and would've been a victory lap for this finished project....

....b-but I know I can't do that anymore. I-I promised people I'd do this. I-I CAN'T go back on that, or I'd look like the biggest coward....Now that I know there are people that are interested in this thing, I can't take it back and be like "actually, never mind, I'm waiting til it's all done". Especially since I dunno when that'll be right now...

I-I told them I'd post the first three chapters (although they might have to become four chapters on AO3 if Chapter 3 needs to be split for character limit reasons, it's still roughly the first half of the story that's done, no matter how many chapters it is).

I-I just really don't wanna let people down by this thing not being good enough....

I know I'm probably overreacting.....I-I know that....p-people who won't be into this, aren't gonna read it, cuz AO3's tagging system is the best thing ever. The only people that are gonna be clicking should be my fellow simps, who won't mind long fics, who won't mind slow pacing, who will see it's incomplete, and who will most likely read my notes. There's also the fact that I still don't like Chapter 1, but I'll be sure to let people know it gets "better" after that. That chapter no longer being on its own is a good thing about this....

I-I'm gonna be OK.....I-I'm almost ready....I-I can do this....

I can...do this......

[runnning-outof-time]

Not Going Anywhere | Tommy Shelby x Reader

(gif by @tatianapetrovna)

Request: yes by @cheyenne-dunn-universe

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N)'s hired onto the staff at Arrow House in the weeks following the death of the estate's matriarch, Grace Shelby. What she didn't know upon accepting the position was that she would have an effect on not only the two year old boy in the home, but his father as well.

Warnings: language, smoking, drinking

Word Count: 3748

A/N: I changed up the wording of the prompt that I had to use, but it’s in there. I’m a bit nervous to post this cuz it’s been a bit since I unveiled a full-length fic, so be gentle, yeah? Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR THOUGHTS & COMMENTS HELP ME WRITE!

Let me know if you want to be tagged in stories like this one!

"And this is where you'll be staying," the older woman who had been tasked with showing the new hire around stated as she motioned to the closed door.

"Thank you," (Y/N) said with a smile. The woman just nodded her head, her straight-faced expression not changing. (Y/N) stood in wait for a few moments before she realized that the other woman was not going to be saying anything else to her. So she reached out and grabbed the doorknob with the intention to open the door. Once it was open, she stepped inside and dropped her bags on the floor. Then she realized that she had a question. "Do you know when I..." she trailed off once she realized that the woman who'd shown her around was no longer in the hall.

With a sigh, she stepped back into the small bedroom that she would call hers for the next unknown number of days. She'd been hired onto the staff of Arrow House when a sudden job opening for a nanny was posted. (Y/N) was interviewed shortly after she applied, and within a week, she was told that she'd be moving in and starting as soon as possible. But now that she was here, she needed to figure out when her actual duties began. So she made sure that her belongings were unpacked before she exited her room. She at least remembered where her boss' office was because it was two doors down on the opposite side of the same hall that her room was in.

She approached the closed door and knocked on it, hoping that Mr. Shelby was inside. To her luck, he called for her within a few seconds of her knocking. She opened the door and closed it softly before turning to look at her boss. "Hello, Mr. Shelby," She greeted him, hoping her words came out with confidence.

"Hello," he greeted her back as he glanced up from the papers on his desk, "you're the new nanny, (Y/N), correct?" he checked to make sure he knew who he was talking to.

"Yes," (Y/N) nodded, moving closer to his desk after he waved her over.

"Thank you for accepting the position and starting promptly. It allows for me to continue to keep my mind on my business," he offered his thanks then.

"Oh, you're welcome, sir. I'm excited to work with your son," (Y/N) smiled as she spoke.

"He's a good kid," Tommy stated as he leaned back in his seat.

"I'm sure he is," (Y/N) agreed with him, "I wanted to ask when it is that I'll be starting my duties," she said then, making the last second decision to leave out the coldness of the maid that showed her around. She didn't want to cause drama...well not on her first day, at least.

"You can get started right now. Charlie should be in his room," Tommy responded, already pleased that she was wanting to take initiative so early.

"Ok. Thank you, Mr. Shelby," (Y/N) nodded as she began to walk to the door.

"Thank you, (Y/N)," he called after her, and she sent him a smile before exiting his office to go to Charlie's room.

Things started off great between (Y/N) and Charlie. She was nervous at first, but she quickly realized that the two year old just wanted someone to play with him and keep him occupied. (Y/N) happily stepped into that role. The two quickly got into a routine of playing, exploring, and learning, and after the first few weeks had passed, it was obvious that a bond had developed between the woman and the child.

The person that (Y/N) hadn't formed any sort of relationship with was Tommy. She was constantly trying to get him to spend time with her and Charlie because she thought that him bonding with his child was something important, especially since Charlie was still developing. But he kept to himself. (Y/N) could understand why he was doing that though. After all, he was her boss, and his decision was final. She even at times thought that extending an invitation to play or go for a walk to him was silly. That was the very reason why she'd been hired on; so that she could do all of those things with Charlie by herself. But a sliver of her hoped that he'd accept what she was offering him.

And as those few weeks passed, (Y/N) found herself wanting to know more about the man that she was working for; not only in a business sense, but also in a way that showed her more of who he was as a person. But there was no way for her to work her way into those types of conversations if she couldn't even get him to spend a few minutes with his son.

Now it was night, and (Y/N) had finally settled into bed after making sure that Charlie was tucked in and sleeping. She pulled the covers over top of her and grabbed her book off of the side table so that she could continue reading. She read in silence for a good bit of time before she heard the unmistakable sound of glass shattering. Hearing it made her set her book down and sit up in bed. Wherever it came from, it was within one of the rooms in her hallway. So she exited her bedroom and silently walked down the hall, stopping when she got to the door that belonged to Tommy's office. From outside, she was able to hear his muffled curses. Surely he must've dropped the glass.

(Y/N) knocked on the door and listened in as the curses silenced. "What?!" Tommy called out, his response making her open the door and step inside.

"Are you ok, Mr. Shelby?" she asked in a soft voice as she saw him on the floor trying to pick up the larger shards of glass.

"I'm fine," he mumbled as he continued on with what he was doing.

She could have taken his response as a go ahead to leave the room, but instead she moved towards the mess. "Let me help you," she told him as she kneeled on the floor next to him and began picking up the glass. Tommy stopped what he was doing to stare over at her. (Y/N) didn't let his gaze affect her as she continued with cleaning the mess.

"This isn't in your job description," Tommy finally said once they'd finished picking the glass up.

"I know it's not," (Y/N) responded as she looked over at him, "but you sounded like you needed help."

"So you can hear me from down the hall, eh?" he asked her then. If she heard the glass shatter, it also meant that she'd hear all of the times he'd be yelling at people over the phone, and all of the times where he couldn't hold his emotions in any longer and let them out through tears.

"I can, but it's only because I like to keep my door open at night...just in case Charlie needs me," (Y/N) answered in a matter of fact tone. She then watched as his eyes softened. Feeling her eyes on him, Tommy glanced away so that hopefully she wouldn't see the crack in his hard exterior. "Are you ok, Mr. Shelby?" she asked him again, but this time, her words took on a different meaning.

Tommy said nothing at first. He instead let out a breath of a laugh and shook his head slightly before he stood and moved over to the couch. Once he was sitting, he leaned over, grabbed his tin of cigarettes and lit one. "Come sit," he beckoned her over after taking a long drag.

(Y/N) listened and wordlessly moved so that she was sitting next to him. "I'm here to listen, if you want to talk, Mr. Shelby," she told him quietly, hoping that he'd still hear what she said.

The two sat in silence then. (Y/N) was looking at Tommy as she waited for him to make the next move, and Tommy was staring off at the mantle as he smoked his cigarette. Finally, after what felt like forever, he reached forward and stubbed it out in the ashtray sitting on the coffee table. He then let out a long sigh before finally looking over at (Y/N). "I've got a lot of shit going on right now...between the business and losing me wife, and I can't help but feel like I'm abandoning Charlie," he paused to clear his throat and take a deep breath, "I appreciate all that you've done here, (Y/N). I appreciate that you've warmed up to Charlie so quickly and that you've taken on so much with him. Because I had no fucking clue of what to do with him...no clue of how to be a father," he paused again, laughing slightly in spite of himself before he continued, "but you're young. You should be out living your life instead of taking over all of the responsibilities of raising my child. You shouldn't have to worry about getting mixed up in the shit that I do and the trouble I create."

(Y/N) listened to his words intently. She was surprised that he was opening up to her. Which is why the final part of his monologue made her furrow her eyebrows. She thought about what he said for a few moments before responding: "you don't need to worry about me wasting my time here, because I'm not. You don't need to worry about scaring me off, because you can't. I'm not going anywhere. You can try as hard as you want to think of a way to, but there's really nothing you can say, or do, that's going to make me like you or Charlie less, Tommy," she told him, her eyes not straying from his. They widened significantly though when she realized that she called him by his first name. And not only that, but she'd also in a way admitted that she had feelings towards him. "Er, I mean Mr. Shelby. I'm sorry," she said shyly, looking down at her lap as she tried to hide her blush.

"Calling me Tommy's just fine, (Y/N), and I..." Tommy's statement surprised (Y/N), and the fact that he trailed off made her look up at him once more. It looked like he was trying hard to think of something to say. "Huh..." he said then, exuding the word like he was letting out a breath. For the first time in a while, Tommy Shelby didn't know what to say.

They looked at each other for a few moments before (Y/N) broke the gaze. "I should be going to bed. I'm sorry for keeping you from your work," she said as she moved to stand from the couch. Her cheeks still felt unbearably warm.

"No, it's ok. Thanks for helping me clean my mess up," Tommy responded to her, pausing as he watched her walk to the door.

She turned back to look at him before she opened it, almost as if she was giving him another chance to speak. His mind went blank again as he stared at her. So she sent him a smile before she opened the door and went to her room for the night. Tommy let out a sigh and tipped back his head as the door shut. He shook his head at his stupidity before he moved over to the mantle where the alcohol was stored. He was going to need a glass of something strong after what'd just happened.

Things changed for the better after that night. Although (Y/N) and Tommy didn't speak of that conversation again, Tommy seemed to be around more now. Whether it was watching her when she was with Charlie — she tried to coax him into playing with them, but he was still hesitant, or saying goodnight to her when he'd be going into his office, it seemed to (Y/N) like he was trying to put a better effort in around the house.

Today was a special day at Arrow House. It was Charlie's third birthday, and (Y/N) had some pretty great things planned for the child. But her first order of business was to get the boy's father out of his office and into the celebration.

"Something wrong, (Y/N)?" Tommy questioned with furrowed eyebrows as she entered his office after knocking.

"No, nothing's wrong..." she paused, shaking her head, "I'm going to give Charlie his cake and I wanted to see if you would like to join us," she told him the reason behind her being in his office.

"I have work I need to finish up," he answered her, motioning to the papers scattered across his desk.

(Y/N) sighed, but she didn't give up. "Come on, Tommy...Charlie would be happy if you were down there," she pleaded with him. It still felt weird calling him 'Tommy', but he now pretty much insisted that she did so.

Now it was Tommy's turn to sigh, and he dropped his gaze to his desk for a moment. "I'll see what I can do, eh? Just let me finish up this work and I'll come down," he told her then, making a smile form on her face.

"Oh that's great to hear! Charlie will be so happy. I'll go down and try to keep him occupied while we wait for you," (Y/N) responded happily, making Tommy nod before she thanked him and left the office in search of the child.

A good half hour later, Charlie was getting antsy. (Y/N) had given him some of his presents early; a few toys that she hoped would hold him over until his father came down for the cake. But Tommy was still in his office, and now it seemed like Charlie was about ready for bed.

(Y/N) knew that she couldn't push the cake off any longer. "Mary," she called for the maid who was standing by the door.

"Yes, (Y/N)?" she asked, her eyebrows raised slightly.

"Can you please get Charles' cake from the kitchen? I don't think we can wait for Mr. Shelby...the boy’s going to need to go to bed soon," she explained her request. Mary nodded her head and exited the room without another word. "It's ok, Charlie. We've got something special for you," she cooed to the child who was getting more fussy with each second that passed. Moments later, Mary returned with the cake in her hands. "Oh, Charlie, what's that?" (Y/N) asked excitedly as she pointed over to the cake being carried over. The boy's whines seized for a few moments as he looked at what was being brought to him.

"Did you sing 'Happy Birthday' yet?" another voice entered the conversation from behind (Y/N). It made her turn quickly to see Tommy entering the room through the door that was opposite the one Mary came through.

"No. You're just in time, Tommy," (Y/N) smiled. Although she felt slightly angry that he'd arrived at the last possible second, she knew she couldn't show that. At least he came down. Tommy smiled back at her as he came around the couch she was sitting on and sat next to her.

The two, and Mary, then began to sing 'Happy Birthday' to the boy who was mesmerized by the candles on the cake. As they were singing, Tommy gently placed his hand on the small of (Y/N)'s back. Slight tingles went off where his palm was pressed, and surely her cheeks were now a shade darker than normal, but she tried hard not to let her reaction get noticed. "Blow the candles out, Charlie," Tommy prompted his son once their singing was finished, having no intentions of moving his hand from (Y/N)'s back anytime soon.

"Good boy, Charlie!" (Y/N) cheered once he blew the candles out. She couldn't help but clap for the child as she tried her best to ignore the tingles that were still coursing through her body.

"Mary, could you cut and serve the cake please?" Tommy asked the woman standing off to the side then. She answered with a quick 'yes, Mr. Shelby' before exiting the sitting room. "Did you make the cake?" Tommy asked (Y/N) then, leaning over slightly so that his voice was closer to her ear.

"No..." (Y/N) responded sheepishly, her cheeks heating up once again because of his closeness, "I had a hand in decorating it though," she admitted then as she dared to glance over at him.

"You did a fine job," he complimented her, making a smile form on her face. He didn't wait to hear her response, which was good because she didn't have one, before he leaned down and started playing with one of the toys Charlie was trying to show him. Still, somehow, his hand remained against the small of (Y/N)'s back.

(Y/N) smiled as she watched Tommy play with Charlie, who had now climbed up on the couch to sit next to his father. He had to finally remove the hand from her back to be able to play better with him and, although she was slightly embarrassed to admit it, she missed the contact. She wasn't really thinking as she reached over and rested her hand on Tommy's thigh; her silent way of showing how happy she was that he'd joined them. Tommy only glanced over at her as he felt her touch, and he didn't miss a beat in playing with the kid. This felt right...to the both of them.

"Do you have anything planned with Charlie today?" Tommy's voice made (Y/N) jump as it came from the child's bedroom door. He couldn't help but chuckle as she clutched her chest before turning to glare at him.

"No, I don't," she responded once she'd calmed herself down. She didn't take well to being startled.

"It's nice out. Would you want to take a walk?" Tommy suggested then.

"You'd be coming with us?" (Y/N) checked, her eyebrows raised slightly.

“If you’d allow it,” he shrugged his shoulders as he slid his hands into his pockets.

A smile formed on (Y/N)’s face the second she heard what he’d said. “Oh I’d most certainly allow it,” she chirped back before she turned to Charlie, “want to go for a walk, Charlie? Daddy said that he’d join us this time.”

The boy was up in seconds, working so hard on getting his shoes on. (Y/N) giggled at his attempts before she switched the shoes onto their correct feet. She then took his outstretched hand, allowing him to pull her past Tommy and down the hall. “Better keep up, Mr. Shelby!” (Y/N) called back to Tommy, who was trailing a few steps behind her.

Soon enough, they were walking the gravel trail that twisted throughout the estate’s grounds. Charlie was enthusiastically pointing out every little thing around the home, and (Y/N) was happily entertaining conversation with him. Tommy was just watching on with a smile as he smoked a cigarette. Then, Charlie got tired of trying to wait back for the adults to lead the way. He glanced up at (Y/N) and she nodded, knowing that he wanted to go off and explore. The child smiled widely as he dashed off into the grass that surrounded the path, leaving (Y/N) and Tommy behind.

“It’s a beautiful day out,” (Y/N) remarked as they continued to walk slowly so that they could keep up with Charlie.

“It is,” Tommy nodded his head, glancing over at the woman walking next to him. They were so close to each other that their shoulders brushed each time they took a step.

“Thank you for coming out here with us,” (Y/N) said as she turned her head to smile at him, “Charlie’s really happy.”

“Only Charlie?” Tommy asked, his eyebrows raising slightly as he stopped walking and turned to face her.

(Y/N) smiled, looking away in hopes that he didn’t see her blush. “I’m happy too,” she admitted bashfully in a soft voice.

She was able to feel Tommy’s eyes burning into her face as she tried her best to keep looking out at the treeline. But his intensity drew her to him, and the second that her eyes found his once more, he brought his hands up to her shoulders and leaned in to kiss her lips. It took (Y/N) a moment to realize what was going on, but she didn’t shy away from the kiss. Instead, she managed to bring her hands up so that she was gripping onto the lapels of his suit jacket, reveling in the feeling of his lips against hers.

Tommy was the one to pull away a few seconds later, and he searched her eyes for her reaction when he did. “I’m sorry for that,” he said in a soft voice, pausing for a moment, “if you want to resign now, I’ll allow it.” He couldn’t help but worry if his unthought out actions made her feel uncomfortable. But, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t look away from her.

To his surprise, (Y/N) laughed slightly at his statement. “Don’t be sorry. I told you that night that I liked you...that I was going to stick around regardless of what went on. And I meant it. I’m happy that I get to be a part of Charlie’s life. I’m happy here. And I’m certainly not going to leave now that you’ve kissed me.”

“And if I want you to be a part of my life as well?” Tommy asked her then, his eyebrows raising slightly.

Before saying anything, (Y/N) reached up to splay her fingers against the back of his neck so that she could bring his forehead to meet hers. She glanced into his eyes where they were centimeters from hers before a smile formed on her face. “I’d really like that, Tommy,” her response came out as a whisper, but he heard it crystal clear, and it was enough encouragement for him to lean in and kiss her lips a second time.

Tagged: @alreadybroken-ts @magicalxdaydream @the-anxious-youth @cloudofdisney @look-at-the-soul @golden-hoax @elenavampire21 @peaky-cillian @mrsalwayswrite @julkaamazing @julyzaa @lilyrachelcassidy

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[amgeryporcupine]

Hallo! Just wanna put this out here hehehe

I may not have realized this before but with what I do right now has made it very clear me that I do apparently take request and make fanarts out of it lmao (not my initial plan for this blog but oh welp)

Now what I do is NO LONGER a first come, first serve basis scratch that because now I'll draw the easiest ones first, other requests takes time (like comic style, full color, or not s fw 👀, etc) and I'm hoping to post more often. So you gotta wait for your turn cuz dang I'm starting to hit two digits from my inbox and each ideas is just ✨️chef's kiss✨️ and I'm very excited to do each one of them, especially the one's that are rather interesting 👀 (unless more than one request is the same as the other, I'll just make one fanart out of it)

Do I have boundaries when making fanart?

Ya I do now. Bcs I'd like to careful as to not offend someone with it (would also not like tumblr shutting this account too! yikes-) so please be detailed and clear with what you want and be sure that it would be. . . uhhh NOT something that would make ppl uncomfortable/offended/disgusted like controversial issues, underage, etc (will add more when needed)

(I care a lot about what ppl think and it's one of my insecurities- oops)

Btw don't make requests in the comment section cuz I probably won't remember and it'll be hard for me handle it along with the pending requests from my inbox. Finally, would appreciate it more if you're not asking anonymously cuz I'm genuinely wondering how many requests I got from the same person 😆 not that there's a problem with being anon tho, you do you, it's just an offer if you're willing ;)))

REQUEST ARE CLOSED AT THE MOMENT

And if my fanarts somehow caught your attention and thought of making a fanfic and/or another fanart out of it feel free to do so! (Tho I'd like to be tagged or mentioned so I could see it and pour unreasonable amount of kudos :3)

That's all! Thank you for visiting and supporting my blog!

Have a wonderful day/night!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Here's my ao3 btw for risky fanarts ;))

[raidenshogunmommy]

I got an ask for a continuation of this fic. I'M SO SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ASK AND I DID NOT CHECK THE ID BUT I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

Ok. But I'll be honest I don't wanna elaborate and ruin the prompt especially for Miko. But the amount requests like damn-

So. I'll write a continuation for Scara!! ( btw I have another ask for pt 2 of the fic I might answer that by adding more characters cuz I really love the prompt hehe)

And pls dni if you are not comfortable with the themes involved

Pt 2 here

Warnings: angst, no comfort, s€lf h@rm, major death (reader), gore, written before sumeru release or leaks hence, completely based on my imagination. (pls lemme know if I forgot something)

Genre: angst duh lol

Characters: Scaramouche×gn!reader

Tags: one-shot, continuation fic

He finds himself digging the knife that was meant to kill you into the the skin of his own arm after making sure you were out of sight. He couldn't finish his job in the end, after all he put you and himslelf through.

Back at fatui headquarters, he reports back to the Tsaritsa. No one has questioned him about the stitches on his arm or anything regarding his mission. Except of course the one who gave him the mission.

Scaramouche knows better than to lie to the Tsaritsa. So, he ends up confessing that he failed to complete his job. And also that he had fallen in love despite the strictly specific instructions to not. Also apologizes for having claimed he was incapable of regular emotions such as those before taking on the task.

He gets dismissed and gets asked to wait for her excellency's decision regarding his future as a fatui harbinger for failing a task that could've led them alot closer to their goal altogether.

During the unendurable wait, he also faces the unbearable heartache of knowing that all he ever did to the one he loved was use them, give them a fake relationship and fake happiness and hurt them. How could he live with himself knowing that? Even though he didn't have a choice in his forever continued existence, which he knew he didn't and never would, he really really just wanted to make himself hurt more than he hurt you.

He stares at his arm for a long moment. And it hits him. Even if he is unable to die, he can still feel pain.

Reaching for the nearest blade, he begins to recount and regret—

"Harbingers." The Tsaritsa calls out, as all eleven of them assemble in front of her in a flash and bow down in perfect coordination.

She holds her chin up as she proposes this new task which as she puts it is top secret and of the utmost important.

"This assignment is associated with the rumoured archon's child in Sumeru. Remember, this is an undercover mission, thereby forbidding you to ever reveal your identity as a fatui harbinger at any given point in the duration this year long mission." Making sure to accentuate her point regarding the seriousness, with just the surface level details, she takes a quick glace at the assembled group before continuing. "Be warned. The ploy is to extract any and all information about the whereabouts on the dendro gnosis and of course if at all possible given your status or position acquiring the gnosis itself, and then eliminating the informant." She pressed on the last part.

The tension in the throne room rose significantly, as looks were exchanged. But nobody expected the Tsaritsa to say what she said next.

"For this particular informant to become trustworthy— and let me be clear about this, you are required to use romance to soften them up. For this reason, only a person who can forgo of their own emotion can be the candidate for the job." With that in mind the duration of the mission starts to sound a lot more intimidating. The Tsaritsa patiently waits for them to process it.

In the matter of a few seconds, two rising figures are seen. She raises her brows in curiosity, she certainly didn't expect volunteers.

The figures that rose to the challenge were none other than Signora and Scaramouche, while the rest remain in their respectful stance.

Scaramouche boldly steps forward with a smug expression on his face. As Signora watches this she suddenly decides back down.

—Oh how he wished she hadn't. Because it ended up with him here. On the verge draining all the blood from his arm.

After a few hours of waiting in agony he heard footsteps as he hurriedly covered his arm and hid the blade.

"...T-the Ts-sarits-s-sa will see-e y-you n-ow." The quite anxious agent said through the door.

"I'll be there in a minute." Scaramouche replied trying his best to hide the tremble in his voice.

Walking back to the throne room after cleaning up his arm and hiding the wounds. As he nears it he begins to have this growing feeling of dread in his chest. He tries to reassure himself that its all in his head.

But when he finally reaches the throne his eyes immediately fall onto the corpse at the feet of her excellency's throne. There was no mistake.

He started in utter horror as his face pales and he feels a shiver go down his spine as he realises that the Tsaritsa is out of her seat. Behind him he feels a finger trace the length between his shoulders as her voice whispers in his ear "why don't you step forward and look at your now finished job." Her voice is like steel. She steps back as he moves forward at her command.

He drops down, his legs unable to support him any longer.

It was almost as if his heart stopped as he stares into your lifeless eyes.

"With...this out of the way, guess what? You can keep your position as a harbinger. Congratulations." The smugness in her tone was not even attempted to be hidden.

PLS FORGIVE ME FOR THE LATE REPLY AND AGAIN FOR ACCIDENTALLY DELETING THE ASK.

[afterhourswjay]

I'm regards to the MHA character sh prompt I sent, I would like to clear up a couple things for ya! So, the characters I'm looking for are mainly Deku and Sero, because I need some wholesome stuff lol.

I'm thinking that their S/O already did something, but not life threatening, and the two boys (separately) try to help their S/O? If that's too angsty, just go ahead and do a really cold bath ❤❤

Also, sorry that it took me this long to see your private response 💀

I don't mind writing this!! I hope you don't mind, but I'll be basing this off of how I used to act when I really struggled with harming myself. Sorry if this wasn't what you had wanted, feel free to send in another ask if you were expecting something a little bit different. Also, so sorry that it's taken me so long to get to this!

Warnings: Mentions of self-harming, bleeding, not sure how people spell 'self-harm' so i added tags with and without the hyphen, if this is something that is potentially upsetting to you please please skip this. I have a lot of drafts in the works, so you won't be missing much for long

Izuku Midoriya

- you had been slicing some fruit up for a snack and you hadn't been paying as much attention as you should've and ended up cutting your hand pretty bad - and you were a little bit surprised to realize that other than the initial surprise of getting the cut, you didn't really feel anything. which makes sense, you suppose, since you've begun to feel overwhelmed by school, and hero studies in general - while your staring at the red fluid dripping down and off your fingers, izuku comes into the kitchen for something, probably water ngl - he walks in and barely contains his worry and concern. mom-friend izuku to the rescue. he drags you by your non-injured hand to the bathroom in his dorm room to help clean and patch your hand up - he gently asks you what had happened, and you explain that you'd been struggling with the growing numbness - he nods, not really understanding what you mean, but he also wants to help you out a bit he also doesn't want to leave you alone - so he helps you out by cutting the fruit, replacing any of the slices if they have some blood on them - he then guides you to his bed and hands you a snack and asks if there's anything you want to watch or if you'd rather talk about it - if you want to just watch some movies or tv shows, he's more than willing to grab a bunch of pillows and blankets for you two to snuggle under as you watch whatever you want - if you'd rather talk about everything that had led up to the injury, then he's more than willing to let you talk to him - he wants to help you and also to distract you. really, he just wants to know that you're safe. he's well aware that you have feelings and that you struggle sometimes, so he wants you to realize that you can depend on him

Sero Hanta

- you had woken up in the morning feeling strangely sluggish, your joints feeling stiff and sore. you weren't sure why, but you just wanted the day to be over despite having not really started - as you trail behind your classmates, you take note of how heavy your bag feels. strangely, it feels like there's a million bricks instead of just your textbooks - as the day wears on, so does your focus. don't get it twisted, you're putting 100% effort into listening, but... ok, well... maybe not 100%. but you're trying to, you really are - lunch time couldn't come faster, and you're the first person out of the classroom it's strange, cuz you always feel like chatting... but not today, you don't have the energy. after grabbing food from the cafeteria, you make a beeline for the rooftop courtyard - after lunch, everything passed by in a blur. you don't remember much of anything, other than today being friday, and that you have tomorrow to rest before getting right back into training - you stagger into your bathroom and draw a hot bath. and that's where you stay, for hours, until well passed the water has turned cold. yet, you can't muster up any energy to drag yourself out and to get dried off - your limbs feel like lead, your brain like mush. your brain tells you to get out and get dressed, while that little voice tells you to grab the knife - you, however, remain where you're at. no need to bother, you think - that is, until you realize someone's pounding on your bedroom door, calling for you. its only then that you gather yourself, draining the water from the tub, watching the water as your eyes start to tear up - you slowly towel yourself off, getting your pjs on, and move slowly to your door. you open it and almost get hit in the face by the person knocking. it's... sero? - he tells you how he and the rest of the class was very worried about you today, and that he's just checking up on you. are you hungry? do you want to talk about it? do you just want to go to bed? or would you prefer to hang out? or study? - as you listen to him ramble on about his worries and how the class is worried too, you start crying even harder than you had been previously. he immediately gathers you in his arms and carries you through the dormitory to his room where you two have an impromptu cuddle session

[daceyarik]

CYBERASK 2077

Got tagged by @disasteralien, thanks, choom!!!!\(￣︶￣*\))

1. When did you buy the game?

My brother bought it to me as a bday/new year's present. Right after I saw some streams on the launch day and shortly after my friend gave me his copy to play, cuz I needed a licensed game for GFN (potato pc's unite lol).

2. When was the moment you knew you loved the game?

The moment my first V arrived at Kabuki. Just right after meeting with Dex. I've been already recording dozens of voice messages to the friend who let me play, and then I saw a holotree somewhere near the market and went screaming "SHIT HELP HOW DO I TURN THE PHOTOMODE ON ANSWER IT FAST I HAVE ONLY 20 MINUTES OF FREE SESSION LEFT OR SO". Now, lemme find this shot...

Yeah, there it is. I didn't even know back then how the photomode works. But I returned to this tree as I created Valera, and that's gonna be a tradition. Here's the baby:

3. Which character did you romance in your first playthrough

Judy. Love at first sight. Romanced her during all my 2 playthroughs, but now I've come to realisation that with Valera's story that's gonna be a huge bath full of glass for poor Judy, she has suffered enough, so... Dunno how I'm gonna skip her romance for the 3rd run, that'll be really hard (also thanks @solyandra for this screenshot)

4. Whose your favorite NPC?

I CAN'T CHOOSE ONE but let it be Rogue. Different reasons, not in a right state of mind to describe why. Just know that she's the best.

5. Did you have inspiration in mind when designing your V(s)?

Does Vital count as an inspo?If not, then no, from head to toes Valera's a child of random. I created her just for giggles, right after I finished my first playthrough. @solyandra was creating her Vital and I had an itching wish of creating a new V. Night City keep calling me indeed. The main idea was corpo, 0 thoughts ab how she's gonna look like and her character in general. This corpo turned to be a nomad, originally named Valerie but my mind went rogue (russian rogue), Vital's older sis. Glad af that this happened, these two live free in my heart, my main motivation for creation(lol). Tho I found out that she has some similar traits with Fiona from Shameless, and a bunch of other characters.

6. What's your go-to vehicle?

Yaiba Kusanagi ct-3x, for sure. And Johnny's Porche, just for Valera's destroying hobby (ﾉ*ФωФ)ﾉ

7. What's your favorite gig/mission/job?

I CAN'T CHOOSE ONE. SO I'LL LIST THE ONES THAT I REMEMBER. cuz this is true violence against me. Pyramid Song, Raymond Chandler Evening (just for Johnny's comments and now I can use this dumb af screenshot thanks), The Sinnerman, Rollercoaster one, jesus fucking christ i can't live like that i love almost half of the game quests, all the Peralez quest lines

Tagging whoever wants to try and, since i dunno who did that already i'll just tag along @solyandra, @alteredsilence, @aarachnee, @bnbc, @bean-cup-chan, @dustymagpie, @dreamskug, @neowolff, @neonsamurai, @sam-urai, @tallcat, okay i'm done love y'all don't hate me for tagging! (/ω＼*)

[camb99-cbmi6]

Thanks @sparkga for tagging me to answer these 20 questions! I like your addition of changing any if I don't have a good answer so have done that too and marked them with an asterisk.

Name:

Cam (short for Cameron)

Birthday:

16th September

Fave Bands/Groups:

To be honest I just like songs if I like them lol, so I don't really obsess over any particular bands or artists, but a few that have made songs I really like are ABBA, Daft Punk, and Imagine Dragons.

Fave Solo Artists:

Again this is only a few lol but Avicii, Conchita Wurst, Lady Gaga, Meghan Trainor, Michael Jackson, Sean Mendes, and Troye Sivan.

Song currently stuck in your head:

Obsession by Animotion (it's been stuck in my head for about 3 days now lol)

Number of songs you've liked on Spotify:

376

Last show binged:

It's A Sin I think, that was back in February or March but I don't think I've binged anything since.

What are you most likely to buy in a bakery?*

A brownie lol, but cake and doughnuts are a close joint second.

Why you chose your Tumblr URL:

Well I started out with CBMI6 which was the awful and cringey username I thought of when I was about 12 lol, so I changed it to CamB99 as that's my nickname, initial of my surname, and the year I was born all put together.

Following count:

350

Follower count:

500

Last thing you Googled:

GWR vacancies

Last book you read:

Oh lord I don't remember, I haven't read a book in months unfortunately :(

Last movie watched:

Again I haven't watched a movie for ages, so probably Pirates of the Caribbean - On Stranger Tides (I didn't watch Dead Men Tell No Tales in the end, couldn't bring myself to do it lol)

Currently wearing:

Black socks, black Step One boxer briefs/trunks, blue jeans, black and grey camo t-shirt, and a charcoal hoodie (it's not gay enough I know lol)

Favourite childhood stuffed animal:

I actually had two favourites lol, a grey teddy bear from Scotland called Squidgy (but not like a normal teddy bear he was some weird sort of bear idk XD), and a dog called Pippen based off Pippen from the kids show Come Outside aha

Top three fictional universes to live in:

If Joke Rowling wasn't such a b*tch, I'd say the Harry Potter universe for one, but unfortunately she is so instead I'll say the Star Trek universe for one (yk proper Star Trek from the 60s - 90s not the stuff they make now). It would be around the time Voyager got back from the Delta Quadrant and I'd have my own Intrepid Class ship, yes I've thought about it way too much lmao, but it was what got me through secondary school. Maybe the Pirates of the Caribbean universe/time period for another cuz again I'd love my own ship lol, not so much the supernatural creatures though XD. I can't think of any others right now for some reason but I know there are plenty

Fictional character(s) you'd love to meet:*

The Golden Girls lmao. I'd love to chat with Blanche about guys, listen to Rose's St Olaf stories, then listen to Dorothy's and Sophia's reactions to the stories lol, and of course share a cheesecake with the four of them

Describe (or show!) your handwriting:

It's awful so I'm not gonna show it lmao, although I wouldn't say it's particularly difficult to read, it's just not pleasant to look at lol

Weird personal quirk:

I'm sure there are weirder and much more interesting quirks but all I can think of right now is that my arm-span is longer than my height

I've not quite reached 20 lol, but if you'd like to @business-pug, @long-life-town, @seanmgilbert20, @za1-01, @pufle10, @secretly-of-course, @asamurainamedjack, @no-ordinary-guy, @an-actual-duck, @l1nks-world, @themrkitty, @thefelineofaveb, @thetrashchronicles, @spendthedaygay, @underneath-i-am-godly, @bitchard-of-oz, then I look forward to reading your posts :3

[alaterdate]

Tagged by @theinquestitor for some monday night fun :^)

Name: Joejoe Pronouns: yes, i am pro nouns Zodiac Sign: Aquarius (hell yeah), Scorpio moon (😎), Virgo Rising (yuck!) Height: 5'10" & i wish i was taller Current Time: 10:30, but not by the time i finish this post Birthday: i'm a January Aquarius :^) Nationality: Mexican/Italian. & I speak neither spanish nor italian, à la place je parle un peu français et 少し日本語 😁 Favorite Bands: hrm... Bastille, 8 Graves, Empires (RIP), MCR. yeah these are all bands i'd go see in concert, IF THEY HAD ONE Favorite Solo Artists: Marina Diamandis, Florence Welch, Kevin Gates, GACKT When you made your blog: Made this one Summer 2013 Why did you choose your url: this blog has had several URLs, this one is because i think it's funny Last show you binged: i don't watch a lot of shows, but i think it was Castlevania and i didn't even finish it Following Count: 371 Follower Count: 205, and i'm sure half of these ppl followed me back when this was an A E S T H E T I C & Reference blog which was years ago ahahaha Average Sleep Time: uh ~5hrs. and time i go to sleep? who knows~ Other Blogs: Midorimahou - my art blog, but i hardly post anything i draw anymore :^T & Magusking - wolves, fire, night time, snakes, scary things, sexy things, cool shit, slow and only like 300 smth posts cuz i rarely see this stuff on my dash, but it's fun to look through. & now i'm reminded of my other other sideblog i should revive 🤔 Last thing you googled: dont use google, last thing i looked up: L'Arc-en-Ciel lol. I couldn't remember if they capitalized ciel Currently Wearing: pajamas Instrument: played clarinet in grade school, know some piano, tried the bass guitar Dream Trip: I want to go to d*****land france just for the ratatouille ride. i also want to go to rome Fave Food: chicken (but not fried chicken), chicken gnocchi soup, chicken & dumplings 🤤, ur telling me a chicken fried this rice? Fave Song: eh? hrm. how can i choose? I'll just share this french bop i listen to on repeat Top Three Fictional Universes: Dragon Age's Thedas, do i want to live there: no. whatever the fuck was going on in the The Phantom Tollbooth, do i want to live there: maybe. & i'd live in ffxiv for the catboys alone, idfk what's going on there tho

Tagging: @yuyuhakush0 , @pandorakarp , @bemused-writer , this one is long so not gonna tag too many of y'all, but if any one else wants a reason to talk about themselves like i do, tell 'em i sent ya!