#ehe its been a while since i wrote

[cheriihoney]

Back from the dead because i was busy with internship but im free now.

I thought i would leave behind genshin impact but wRIOTHESLEY GOT ME BY THE NECK,,,,,HES SO HANDSOME,,,, SO QUICK THING FOR YANDERE!WRIOTHESLEY AND MAID!READER

Have not played the latest archon quest. I only know that wriothesley is hot so bear with me here ^^

EDIT: just took out some repeating dialogue, sorry it took a while to notice!!

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You’re one of the braver maids, or one of the more dumber oness, for accepting a job to work in an underwater fortress. To be perfectly honest the place isn’t so bad if you ignore how cold and lonesome it is. The other maids barely raising their voices above a whisper when the lord of the fortress is there. They were afraid. It is common knowledge that beyond his role of subduing criminals he is a kind, gentle and noble man with the way children flock to him to clumsily honor his gauntlets with stickers. And yet, despite knowing this it is difficult to be in his presence. Tall, dark, foreboding and handsome. People who come across him are at crossroads with how they are intimidated by his presence and how enamored they are with it.

With you however, youre just doing a job as his ‘official’ personal maid. Originally you were a simple new hire and as one of your first tasks, you were expected to take care of his grace after a long grueling day at work. Other maids were too skittish to do it. For fear of doing something wrong or being caught oogling at their employer. You didn’t have any personal feelings towards his grace. Aside from being thankful that he employed you, payed and gave a roof over your head. You owe it to your philosophy of not sticking your nose where it shouldn’t be. Silently dressing Wriothesley’s wounds from a particularly bad brawl that day. A large gash was inflicted on hjim, luckily it wasn’t deep and didn’t require stitches. Basic empathy made you feel concerned and made extra sure that before the he arrived home, you lit a soothing lavender candle in his room to help him relax.

“Lighting a candle for me isn’t necessary” Wriothesley murmured. The sudden statement made you drop the roll of bandages in surprise, not expecting the lord of the fortress to speak to you. You quickly picked up the roll from the floor, setting it in back in the medical kit.

“Of course your grace” You replied carefully. You werent afraid of him, hes just a guy to you but still. This man is your boss and you did something that he didnt ask you to do. Potentially you could get scolded, or worse. Fired.

“It is presumptious of me but I thought it would be good for you if I lit a lavender scented candle before your arrival. Given that you came back injured and that you’re an extremely hard worker” your palms were sweating profusely under his steel gaze. He may be sititng in his chair while you stood by his side, but even then he still held all the power in the room.

Those short, excruciating, moments of him staring into your eyes when you gave your reasoning gave you ample time to overthink that you were booted out of the job. It must’ve been the trick of the eye when something carnal and possessive glinted in his eyes. Before you could think on it more he turned away and grabbed his newspaper in front of him.

“I see. You may go” Was all he said, turning a page. You bowed deeply before politely skedaddling away from him. As you turned the door knob his voice broke the silence again. This time, his voice sounded a tad softer.

“Thank you. It was kind of you to do that”

Stunned by his gratitude, your mouth refused to form words. Instead you noddedly dumbly with a nervous smile to match and promptly left the study. Unaware of the brewing affections that you ignited in Wriothesley.

[sarcosmiiic]

#grians the ONLY ONE who can even see mumbo now and he likes that concept A Whole Lot that's the kinda greed they talk about in the bible

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i didnt know how to respond to this (not ur fault im just braindead <3) but the bible mention has had this song stuck in my head for the past day so. :3

new grian skin just dropped

[aninipanin1]

A FAIRYTALE

Notes: Its been a while since I wrote about Young Manager! So I'm doing this before continuing my requests hehee

"You mean, none of you haven't seen Y/n-chan ever since the practice earlier?" Isagi asked Yukimiya and Hiori, face contorted in confusion. Usually, you'd be walking around the facility, doing your rounds and chores. But, it had been a few hours since any of the players have seen you and they were starting to get a bit worried.

"It's not usual for her to suddenly be gone. Besides, you know how she doesn't know the word 'rest,' that girl, I swear." Hiori sighed, peeking through any rooms they passed by, to see if you were in any of them, but to no avail.

"It's almost dinner time, and Y/n-chan and some of our teammates are still not here. Ego-san will not be happy." Yukimiya added. As the trio turned a corner, they heard a muffled voice in one of the rooms, the familiar soft voice immediately registering in their heads, that voice was definitely yours.

Sighing in relief that they won't be scolded by Ego tonight, they entered once the automatic door opened to let them in.

"Y/n-chan, dinner is al- Eh?" Isagi, along with Hiori and Yukimiya, can only blink in confusion, taken aback by the rather...unique and odd scene in front of them. The room where Kaiser and Ness were staying in was in a huge mess, with many books scattered, there was even one mini board on the floor with what looks to be mathematical equations written on them.

But the weirdest scenery was what was in the middle of the mess. You sat, criss-crossed on the ground holding what seems to be a children's book of sorts due to the rather whimsical cover as you read the content in a soft voice, similar to that of a mother singing her lullaby. Charles' head was on your lap, head in between your arms that was holding the book as he seemed to be so focused on the book that his little fangs were sticking out.

Bachira was resting his head on your left shoulder, eyes listening to your voice and looking at the book. While on your other shoulder was an uncharacteristically quiet Shidou, who looked to be taken and focused on your voice as well. Ness, meanwhile, sat beside Bachira, listening and peeking at the book with a calm smile too.

Kaiser, Loki and Lorenzo were the most shocking ones in the equation as they were not as clingy to you, but they seemed to be listening to the story, too, yes, Kaiser was bad at hiding his interest.

'This looks like...a daycare.'

The three Bastard Munchen players can only comment in their minds at the scene. To think that these people, who are quite the opponents on the field, with some having questionnable ethics (ehem Shidou, Kaiser and Bachira ehem), can be calmed down by a mere children's story was unbelievable.

They were all hyper-focused on your voice, too. Like your mouth held the tongue of an angel, ready to give them the tales of the future. And so, they were really wondering now; what the hell did they walk into?

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" He chortled in his joy."

Your vouce narrated the poem, trying to mimic a much deeper voice for the supposed persona of the dialogue.

"Huh? What the hell is frabjous?" Charles pointed out at the word, you stopped to try and remember what it meant.

"Hmm, in this context, I think it means joyous. Like that day is a joyous day, Charles."

"Oooh, okay! Continue!"

'Are we statues here?'

Isagi, Hiori, and Yukimiya wondered as it seemed that none of them there noticed the three of them standing in front of the door. Then as if on cue, Bachira turned his head to find the three of them to which his grin only widened as he waved at the trio.

"Isagi! Oh and Yukki and Hiorin too! Join us! Y/n-chan is reading us the Ja-Jawoc...Jawocky..."

"Jabberwocky..." You softly corrected him.

"Right! Jabberwocky!" The male cheered as he went back to resting his body and head against yours, causing you to flinch a bit due to the heaviness. It was not easy to have three males who are probably double your muscle mass resting their body against yours.

"I understand Bachira and the other two. But what are you four of all people doing here?" Yukimiya turned his head to Kaiser, Ness, Lorenzo, and Loki. To which Loki shrugged his shoulders.

"I searched for Charles and Shidou and ended up here. I don't mind it though...the story reminds me of when I was younger!" And it did. He remembered his mother telling him stories ranging from the typical fairytales like Hansel and Gretel or Snow White to the weirdest ones, like Alice in Wonderland, The Wizard of Oz and the Jabberwocky, the one you were currently reading. The nostalgia was quite heavy, especially now that he's on the other side of the world, feeling homesick at times, because, even if he is a world-class striker, he is still a child at heart, a fact he would never admit to anyone.

"It's our room, idiot. Of course we'll be here." Kaiser rolled his eyes and pointed to Ness and him. But, truthfully, it wasn't just that reason as to why he was there, listening to your words. Growing up, he was not taught how to read, let alone read to by any adult. He has seen those scenes in movies before, but he never experienced that nor did he think he would want that.

But, he kind of liked the soft tone to your voice, the way you ennounciate your words, trying to make impressions on each persona or character of the stories.

It added heaviness to the situation when he remembered that he never went to school and just started learning how to read proper books when he was out of the hell he was once in. So, classics like fairytales were something he did not know of. He would even quip questions about the story and some words he does not understand of, partially because most of the words and ideas were so silly in his mind.

Did adults think kids are that stupid? Although, even if it was stupid...it was entertaining and well, warming. Naive, yes, but not offending. Was this the childhood of those other kids? He was someone who did not dwell on the past, but he still could not help but wonder.

Ness, on the other hand, was the opposite. He was someone who would tear up at even the memory of his rough past. He grew up being alienated and deprived of love by his family just because he believed in something they did not. The books you were currently holding was his, a stash he hid and bought with him to this stupid facility to kill time.

But instead of tearing it apart like his siblings would have done, you took it seriously, reading it happily to him and the others. It felt so satisfying...so joyful to see that the girl he loved was more than happy to support and take his love and belief in something impossible, instead of making fun of him and shunning him out like the people of his past.

"Heh, what's wrong with a lil sprinkly sparkle in your life every once in a while?" Lorenzo smirked, shrugging at Yukimiya before turning hisbhead to face you again.

Like with Kaiser, life has not been kind to a young Lorenzo. He has not been imparted any books of those kind, nor was he even given the chance to get an education. How would he, when he did not even have enough money for a few bread scraps? In life, you need to sacrifice, and for him, survival was the definite better option than some paper and a chance to wear some sort of ugly toga.

But, he would be lying if he said he was not curious what it would feel like to have grown up in a normal place, a normal environment with normal people who do not struggle financially? To have learned how to read better than what his current skill is due to his lack of education. To know any references or fairytail the others would inquire you about, due to the familiarity of the story. He wondered how it feels to have that privilege of familiarity.

But, he digressed. The past is the past, and dwelling on it was just the shittiest way to live. He was here for a good time, for God's sake!

"Geez..." Hiori sighed as he watched your cheeks plump up mainly because of the hugs Bachira, Shidou and Charles gave you, squeezing your cheeks along with it which made him let out a low chuckle. God, were you just adorable.

"C'mon Y/n-chaaaan! Read the next story!"

"But, Shidou-san, dinner is about to-"

"We can eat dinner later, Y/n! You can continue reading!" Charles encouraged as he looked up at you from your lap, a mischievous grin on his face matching that of Shidou's and Bachira's.

You can only sigh at the three's childlike brhaviour before relenting.

"Okay, one more story then we eat, okay?"

In the end, the one story became five as Hiori, Yukimiya, and Isagi also joined in on the fairytale marathon you gave them.

ADDITIONAL TIME!

• BACHIRA saw Ness' books un this and asked you to read the first story, Cinderella to them, since he thought your voice fitted the beautiful maiden in the story. Like Loki and Charles, he missed his home and his mother's voice, remembering the nights where he would sleep next to her on her bed as she would lull him to sleep with mindless stories about fairytales and mystical wonders that let his mind go wild.

• CHARLES, having to grow up with so many siblings, has always had to share the attention of his parents, hence why he is a bit touch and attention starved. That included the bedtime stories and many pleasantries before bed, having to give up that privilege at a young age because of his younger siblings coming into the picture. So, he loved that he got to rekindle those memories and with you of all people in the midst of it!

• SHIDOU is not a believer of magic nor fairytales. He hates it, the impossible to him is something that can be broken apart by anyone, but magic was not the impossible that he believes in. Magic was just plain unethical, not true, fictional. Completely different in his brain. But, your voice was quite pleasant to listen to, and for the first time ever, he was willing to sit down and listen to a dumb fairytale, just to hear you.

This became a lil too angsty than I thought it would be LMAO

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[lay-z]

I'm sorry, but this is so self-indulgent, it hurts. I've been thinking about it since it happened...So, here goes nothing. Also, this took a turn while I wrote it, because I have no control over myself and usually change plotlines mid-writing. MINORS, DNI - 18+ only !!! Pairing: f!reader x John 'Soap' MacTavish Warnings/Info: German reader 🇩🇪; trash talk; banter; cussing; Scottish slang (I feel like that should count as a warning...); German language; fuckbuddies to lovers; sexual tension; explicit smut; unprotected sex; some jealousy; dom!Soap; fluff

“Ach, ye gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me, lass!" Soap scoffs loudly as soon as he sees you swagger in to the private 141 rec room inside the HQ with a smug smile on your lips and that popular pink football jersey of the German national team adorning your body. 

Soap is wearing his new cobalt blue Scotland jersey himself; fabric straining around his bulging biceps, stretching over his broad chest, and fitting snugly around his narrow waist like a second skin, because he's bought it a size too small on purpose.  

Captain Price and Gaz are both showing off their support and colours by wearing their white England jerseys, naturally, while Ghost doesn't seem to care much because 'our bloody team isn't playing tonight anyways'. Keegan is wearing a vintage looking Portugal jersey, because 'Cristiano is still the fucking goat', and Roach is just happy to be there, really. He's more into American football, but he doesn't dare to speak that thought out loud tonight. 

The atmosphere is light-hearted, riddled with boisterous laughter, crude banter and the smells of Price's cigar smoke, savoury snacks, hefty beer and hard liquor, while the group is gathered around the sofa in front of the large flat TV screen mounted on the wall, either sitting on its plush cushions or on one of the office chairs borrowed from one of the nearby meeting rooms.  

Tensions are high, especially between you and Soap as the group waits for the preliminary reporting and interviews to end and the match to finally begin. 

Germany vs. Scotland, the first opening match for this year's European Football Championship tournament. 

Soap chokes up during Scotland's national anthem, overwhelmed by the sheer pride his fellow countrymen display in the stadium in Munich, while you merely stand with your hand over your heart as the German national anthem is sung next – singing your own national anthem and showing any kind of patriotism for your country, always makes you feel weird somehow; many thanks to inherited generational shame.  

Still, you feel a tiny bit of pride as you witness your own compatriots sing the anthem just as noisily as the Scots. 

"That a rare smile I spy on yer lips, lassie?" Soap teases after the anthems are finished, nudging his elbow against your upper arm while he's holding a bottle of beer in his hand. He loves to tease you with stereotypes that don't even apply to you most times, but he does it, nonetheless.  

"Ye like how yer fellow Krauts have shown some pride in their country, eh?" He snickers, earning a sharp, scolding glare from Captain Price.  

"Careful, MacTavish," the Captain chides from his chair next to the couch, his voice muffled by the cigar he's currently chewing on, while the others chuckle and snort among each other, "Keep the bloody banter above the belt, son."  

However, you simply click your tongue and roll your eyes at him as Soap continues to grin at you. Both of you know that he doesn't mean any menace by it, and you've said way worse stuff to each other in the past anyway – all in the name of good-natured, friendly banter, of course. Besides, you live for the constant banter and bickering between you two. It's pretty much the main foundation of your friendship, and what inevitably lead to your affair.  

"Very proud of my Krauts, yeah," you retort eventually, completely unfazed by the "slur", poking his large biceps with your forefinger harshly as you shoot him a mock glare, "I'll be even prouder when our team has completely annihilated yours, Scotch." 

Soap's chest rumbles with a low grunt at your name calling, and he loves how you defy him easily, as he lets his dark blue eyes roam over your figure appreciatively. He notices how the fabric of your jersey clings to your upper body, accentuating your delicious curves and ample chest, and how the thin collar hugs your pretty neck, making him want to wrap his hand around your throat just like he did last night. 

Gaz chuckles at your comment and even Ghost snorts quietly behind his balaclava, while Soap narrows his eyes at you playfully, now towering as he takes one more step towards you; close enough for you to tilt your head back slightly to keep eye contact with him.  

Gods, you love how tall he is compared to you; how he could easily bend you to his will if he wanted to. 

Soap notices how your pupils dilate as you hold his gaze fiercely and he can already feel his blood heat up in his veins with excitement, rushing south. He clenches his jaw as you bat your eyelashes up at him with that bratty smirk of yours and his fingers tighten around the cold beer bottle in his hand, the other one stuffed into the pocket of his jeans, to keep himself from grabbing and bending you over the couch in front of everyone, including your superiors.  

The tension between you two is becoming more noticeable to everyone present now, all thick and palpable.  

"Is – is that behaviour considered normal for them?" Roach enquires in a hushed whisper as he leans in to speak to the other men, shoving another handful of salted and roasted peanuts into his mouth while his eyes flicker back and forth between you and Soap. He's more interested in whatever is going on between the two Sergeants than the goddamn soccer game on TV. 

Keegan simply nods with an affirming hum as he lifts the rim of his beer bottle to his lips, eyes glued to the TV, while Gaz answers verbally, also not taking his eyes off the screen. 

"Aye," the latter confirms, "Just ignore them, Sanderson. We don't interfere, unless they get physical. Right, Captain?" 

The older male nods firmly in return, his face a mask of seriousness as he watches the kick-off with intrigue, taking a slow sip of his glass of bourbon. 

"And even then, only if it's not sexual." Ghost adds gruffly, though one can practically hear that he's smirking beneath his mask. The Lieutenant has never said it out loud yet, but he is very much aware of the thing that has been going on between his Sergeant's for a while now.  

Soap manages to stay cocky after the first two goals for the German soccer team, despite his teammates and, especially, your teasing. The third one, a penalty goal, makes him break out in a sweat with both anger and devastation, all hope for a win now gone at once.  

The Germans don't stop there, though. 

You're tugging at Soap's arm, his jersey, jumping up and down like some excited bunny, laughing and cheering hysterically after having had a few drinks at this point, celebrating with the rest of the team, while the Scotsman looks on with a sour, stony expression.  

He doesn't even know when everyone else suddenly became a fan of the goddamn Germans, all he knows is that his team is losing, and he's currently outnumbered by impostors. Creepin' Jesus, even Roach is cheering for them! He should've known better than to watch the bloody game with you and the lads. 

"Aw, come on, Soapey!" You coo at him condescendingly, grinning widely as he crosses his arms in front of his chest with a huff, rolling his shoulders coolly as if he's not incredibly vexed, "Are you not enjoying the game, huh?" 

"Ach," he scoffs, shrugging off your hand from his shoulder like a petulant child, "Away an bile yer heid." 

"English, MacTavish!" Ghost scolds from his seat on the couch, having heard the insult despite the noise in the room, and you can see how badly Soap wants to flip the Lieutenant off.  

"Ah, ah, ah, Johnny," you butt in a with a smug tone to your voice, "Be nice now. Your boys can still win thi–" 

Your voice is cut off by loud cheering as Germany scores their fourth goal. 

"Fuckin' sore winner, hen," Soap grunts as he bullies his cock deeper into your quivering cunt; right up to the hilt, stretching your velvety walls and hitting your g-spot repeatedly while you're burying your face into the soft pillows on the mattress beneath you, muffling your desperate noises as you take his fat cock like the good little bonnie you usually are behind closed doors. 

In this position, he has the best view on your delicious curves and soft skin, now adorned with his deep blue Scotland jersey after he’d swiftly pulled the German one off you once you were in your bedroom; the fabric now rucked up to your shoulder blades, one hand of his fisting the stretchy fabric tightly to keep you exposed. 

"Teasin' me all fuckin’ night," he huffs through gritted teeth as his blunt nails dig into your skin, tightening his grip around the fat on your hips with his other hand, so you can't escape him, "Over some fuckin' football game." 

While Soap rolls and thrusts his hips in a steady, brutal rhythm, positioned between his spread knees behind you, you're grabbing fistfuls of your blanket as you moan and whimper helplessly, dampening the white sheets with your drool, taking everything he's giving you in retaliation to your bratty behaviour back at the rec room. 

Soap had immediately grabbed a tight hold of your wrist and pulled you out of the room, towards the 141 quarters, as soon as the final whistle had rung out, ending the match with a terrible loss for Scotland. He didn’t bear to stand a minute longer to listen to his and your teammates mockery, and he didn’t care about the confused looks everyone, except Ghost, were shooting you and him as you’d left together. 

He doesn’t care much anymore that Scotland lost to Germany – 5:1; it just so happens to be the perfect excuse to completely wreck you tonight, and Soap keeps telling himself that it’s not at all because he’s witnessed Keegan getting friendly with you over the past few times the team went out to the pub on base. You two might not be official, but you’re still his – and his only.

His friend, his fuckbuddy, his lover.

"You're jus'.... mad they– a-ah~" You slur, but your words are cut off by another pathetic moan that is ripped from your throat when Soap grabs you by the nape of your neck suddenly, like a dog would grab her puppies, squeezing your flesh and muscle with his calloused hand to keep you in place, then pulls his thick cock out up to its angry-red tip only to pound back into you with determined fervour to finally shut you up for good. 

No, Soap is not mad about the bloody game – he’s mad that you’d spent halftime sitting on Keegan’s lap like an obedient puppy when the latter had asked you to take a seat, because the chairs were taken and Ghost took up most space on the sofa – and Soap was too proud to tell you to sit on his lap instead.

The bed rocks and creaks under your combined weight, hitting the wall repeatedly with a very telling “thudthudthudthud–” for your surrounding neighbours, your teammates, while the warm glow of your bedside lamp casts a lewd shadow of your current activity on the white walls of your bedroom. Fuck, Soap hopes Keegan can hear you two going at it in his apartment.

“What was that, bonnie? Ye said sum’?” the Scotsman grits out mockingly, biting his lower lip, nostrils flaring with exerted breaths as he squeezes your neck tighter, forcing you to arch your back and your pretty ass up into him as he pounds into you; skin slapping skin as his balls tap against your clit with each deep and rapid thrust. 

Meanwhile, you don’t even register his teasing words anymore as you’re fully focused on the mind-blowing pleasure Soap is giving you; hard and dominating and the opposite of how the usually treats you during sex.  

Your eyes roll back, toes curling as the tension of your impending climax begins to build up, up, up then; heat blossoming in your lower abdomen as he keeps pushing you towards the edge with each delightful rock of his powerful hips and his girthy cock ramming into your sweet spot.  

However, Soap knows those sounds you’re making all too well already; the way you’re breathing pattern changes, the higher pitch of your wanton moans and sweet cries of pleasure, the way your walls begin to clench harder around his thick length, practically sucking him in deeper into your silky heat – he can read all the signs like the bloody morning paper, knows you’re about to cum on his dick... 

And despite his own pleasure licking and tingling at his lower spine, making his burly muscles tense and twitch and his balls tighten with the inevitable – he stops his movements at once, ruins both your orgasms, and pulls his throbbing cock from your soppy, warm cunt. Glancing down briefly, Soap sees his bare cock glistening with your slick, creamy arousal and his pearly pre-cum gathering at the base of his cock, and the sight makes him shudder and groan with excitement. 

He can’t have you cum like this tonight, though, fucking you doggy – Gods, no. Soap needs to watch you fall apart on his cock, needs to see your gorgeous features contort in pleasure and your reaction when he spills his thick load into you for the very first time without anything holding him back and separating him from you – knowing he’s the only one able to have you like this.

“Up,” he grunts out next, simultaneously pulling you upwards by your neck while he feels your rapidly fluttering pulse under his fingertips, until your back is flush with his sweat-slicked and bare, heaving chest while his rock hard cock rubs and pokes along your ass cheeks, “Gimme yer mouth.”  

Cranking your neck towards him obediently, Soap reaches out and cups the side of your jawline to angle your face to his liking, capturing your mouth in a sloppy kiss and swiftly plunging his hot tongue past your lips. Your eyes flutter shut as you moan into his mouth while his other large hand snakes around your body, slipping beneath his jersey you’re wearing, cupping and groping your plump tits greedily, pinching your stiff nipples with the rough pads of his thumb and forefinger.

Soap goes on to shift and manhandle you into a different position and you gladly let him. 

He pushes you down onto your back, smirking to himself when you spread your legs for him all too eagerly, making grabby hands with a frustrated pout to have him on top of you again – it’s adorable, really, and he appreciates the view of your pussy, all puffy and wet for him, before he nestles himself between your thighs – the place that has easily become his favourite over the past few months.

 “Yer such a brat,” Soap chuckles darkly as he grabs one of your legs by your calf to hike it up over his broad shoulder, then the other, before he spits into his palm and gives his cock a few good pumps with his fist, tapping and rubbing the swollen tip on your sensitive clit teasingly until you let out a needy whine, one hand of yours reaching up to hold on to the back of his neck, tugging at his short Mohawk.

You’re his brat, though. Emphasis on his.

“And you’re such an ass tonight, Johnny,” you mewl in return and suck in a breath when Soap aligns his thick tip with your slick hole, pushing in halfway with one languid thrust and leaving you both breathless again. 

“’m not an arse,” he objects with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he watches you bite your lower lip raw to keep your lewd noises at bay, “Ye just have a way of drivin’ me doolally, hen.” He counters, and then leans in to crash your lips together once more, folding your legs up even further while his cock sinks into your cunt fully, followed by a guttural moan of his when he feels your walls clench and tighten around him, squeezing him until his muscles tremble with restraint.

He groans against your lips; the feeling of your throbbing heat and the taste of your soft tongue flicking and lapping against his is nearly enough to make him cum on the spot. It’s almost like he can feel your heartbeat through your snug, perfect pussy, and it nearly drives him to the brink of madness each time you let him fuck you.

“You can’t say shit like doolally and not expect me to laugh,” you snicker softly, nipping at his lower lip as you lock eyes with him, batting your eyelashes, “Sounds fucking ridiculous.” 

Soap grins in return and continues his deep, deliberate thrusts into your delicious cunt. His heart always flutters giddily whenever you gaze into his eyes with that cheeky look of yours, especially when his cock is buried to the hilt inside you, stretching you out with every inch he has to offer.

“Say some in German then,” he croons lowly, nudging his nose below your chin to make you tilt your head up to give him better access to your neck before he begins peppering wet, hot kisses along your pulse point, sucking a purple love bite into your creamy skin to mark you up. “I wanna laugh, too,” he grumbles between nips and pecks. 

You click your tongue in mock annoyance, enjoying his ministrations and the way his beard tickles your skin too much to be mad at his teasing, and you tug on his short hair a little harder before raking your nails over his scalp until he purrs against your skin in pure bliss. Soap can feel how you swallow hard as he licks a long stripe from your collarbone up your throat, then your walls clench tightly around his cock and he grits his teeth as another pleasant shudder runs down his spine.  

“Say. Sum’. To. Me. Lass.” He demands, this time punctuating each word with a sudden deep and sharp rock of his hips that makes the bed’s headboard hit the wall again. 

Your eyes flutter shut with a breathy moan and your brain short-circuits while each of his thrusts makes a jolt of hot searing pleasure shoot right into your core, making your spine tingle and your body tense with bliss. 

“Ich liebe dich,” you blurt out unintentionally instead of an insult, your speech slurred and unintelligible as he presses his weight further into you, knocking the breath out of your lungs in this position. Your eyes widen as soon as you realize what you’ve just confessed and you pray he didn’t understand that. 

Soap doesn’t speak German, but those words do sound familiar. 

His stomach tightens, his heart skips a heavy beat while his mind begins to race, and his rhythm falters momentarily before he picks up his pace again, fucking into you fast, deep and thoroughly to drown out the sudden wave of foreign emotions on the brink of overwhelming him. 

“Again,” he demands against your ear, gripping your body tightly and keeping you in place on the mattress as he ruts into your cunt with newfound vigor and goad, his pelvis stimulating your clit with each sharp snap of his hips.

“Say –“ He gets a hold of your jaw, curling his large hand around it to make you look at him while he grits his teeth, huffing like some feral bull. “– that again.”

Reaching one hand out behind you, you brace your flat palm against the headboard while your other hand keeps holding on to the back of his neck, fingernails digging into thick muscle and skin as you cling onto him desperately.

“F-fuck, Johnny!” You cry out. “Ich liebe dich, du Vollidiot!” you repeat in between breathy, high-pitched moans, though more confident this time, before your eyes roll back in pleasure with another loud moan of his given name.

Soap can barely keep it together then. His heart nearly bursts out of his chest and his jaw clenches so hard, the veins in his neck start protruding and fluttering with his rapid pulse as he feels you come apart around his cock; your tight, soppy walls convulsing and clenching, pushing and coaxing him to his own sudden release.

And he lets go of your jaw, clutches the pillow next to your head tightly as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, groaning and moaning shamelessly as his body seizes up, balls tightening almost painfully before he spends his thick cum into your perfect cunt.

You wince and exhale a hiss when Soap leans back to look at you and lowers your legs at last, letting you stretch out your sore muscles while he stays buried inside you, moving his hips almost lazily and caressing your burning leg muscles soothingly while both your bodies keep twitching and shaking with small aftershocks. You can feel his warm cum and your own wetness leaking and dripping down your ass crack, ruining your bed sheets below – and you remember that you did actually let him fuck you raw this time in a fit of frivolity.

Your blurry vision becomes clear again once you blink away the haziness and then you already feel Soap’s calloused fingers tracing your jawline, his deep blue eyes drinking in your gorgeous, flushed features almost reverently.

“What?” You ask defensively, looking up at his ruggedly handsome face, now squirming under his uncharacteristically tender gaze and the feeling of his softening cock still resting all snug inside your cunt, acting as if you haven’t just professed your love to him, after weeks of dancing around the topic.

“Well,” he begins, clearing his throat after another beat of awkward silence as he can feel his cheeks begin to heat up with a burning blush,

“Ye cannae finally confess ye love me an’ not expect me ta combust, luv.”

[daughterofheartshaven]

A Virgin New Adventures reading guide

I told @gotyouanyway that I'd give them my reading guide for the Virgin New adventures that I made for a friend a while back and posting it publicly was easy and also means other people can use this too. I wrote this back in 2021, but stand by it from what I remember. It has been like 5-6 years since I read some of these books, so if I rated your favorite too low lemme know and I'll give it a re-read.

This might not be that helpful if you want to pick just a few books - I designed it more to streamline VNA experiance

The key:

1 - I'd recommend skipping

2 - Eh. You can skip, but there is at least something to be gained by reading it

3 - I would recommend reading this. It's not plot-critical, but it is a good read or useful setup

4 - Read this for sure. It's either plot-relevant, or just that damn good (or both).

Timewyrm: Genesys - 4 (introduces the timewyrm and the series; unfortunately it's also not great.)

Timewyrm: Exodus - 3 (continues the timewyrm story, and is a fairly straightforward but interesting story)

Timewyrm: Apocalypse - 2 (eh. Not much for or against it either way)

Timewyrm: Revelation - 4 (concludes the timewyrm arc with style)

Cat's Cradle: Time's Crucible - 3 (Good if you can wrap you head around it)

Cat's Cradle: Warhead - 2 (depressing as all get out, but very well written)

Cat's Cradle: Witch Mark - 3 (just plain weird. Does finish the current arc and sets up Return of the Living Dad)

Nightshade - 2 (kinda weird. Notable as the first Mark Gatiss story)

Love and War - 4 (plot-relevant. Also awesome)

Transit -4 (Introduces important recurring character. Hard to follow but really good even if you can't follow it)

The Highest Science - 3 (good story, but ultimately not amazingly important)

The Pit - 1 (I did not enjoy)

Deceit - 4 (Not a great read, but important to the plot)

Lucifer Rising - 4 (Amazing, with important character development for our protagonists)

White Darkness - 2 (first David A. McIntee novel, but not especially gripping)

Shadowmind - 3 (good demonstration of where Ace and Benny are as characters, vaguely interesting plot)

Birthright - 3 (good character piece for Ace and Benny, shows a darker side to the Doctor without being dumb about it)

Iceberg - 2 (plot is messy and weird. Only read if you need the Doctor's half of the story from Birthright)

Blood Heat - 4 (starts alternate universe arc, important developments for the Tardis)

The Dimension Riders - 2 (gonna be honest here - I don't remember a thing about this one either way)

The Left-Handed Hummingbird - 3 (first Kate Orman novel. Pretty good, although a little weird and hard to follow)

Conundrum - 3 (Be prepared for weirdness. And superheroes. Helps setup for No Future and Head Games)

No Future - 4 (concludes the alternate universe arc with style, establishes Ace from here on out)

Tragedy Day - 3 (dark, but good. Worth a read)

Legacy - 3 (Kinda dark, but it works. Be prepared for over-continuity)

Theatre of War - 4 (Pulls off one of the best plot twists I've seen anywhere, and introduces Braxieatel to the Whoniverse)

All-Consuming Fire - 4 (Not plot-relevent at all, but is very good, especially if you are a Sherlock Holmes fan)

Blood Harvest - 4 (Major plot point in the Whoniverse)

Strange England - 2 (takes strangeness to an art form. Can be freely skipped)

First Frontier - 4 (plot relevant for spoiler-y reasons)

St Anthony's Fire - 2 (dark and weird, but well written)

Falls the Shadow - 1 (Just... no)

Parasite - 1 (Written by Jim Mortimore, therefore depressing as all get out)

Warlock - 2 (I did not read. Sequel to Warhead, so only read if you liked it)

Set Piece - 4 (major plot developments for multiple characters)

Infinite Requiem - 2 (like The Dimension Riders, I remember nothing)

Sanctuary - 3 (a pure historical. Not really great on its own, but helps set up Human Nature)

Human Nature - 4 (The story that was adapted to TV. One of the best New Adventures by itself, becomes even better by having fun comparing it to the TV version)

Original Sin - 4 (plot-relevant)

Sky Pirates! - 2 (Only if you like Douglas-Adams-esque dark humor)

Zamper - 3 (Somewhat interesting follow-up to The Highest Science)

Toy Soldiers - 2 (Adds pretty much nothing, but not painfully bad) 

Head Games - 4 (a worthwhile look at where the Doctor has been going and who he is)

The Also People - 4 (probably my favorite New Adventure, although Theatre of War and Human Nature are also up there. Also resolves a recurring character's arc)

Shakedown - 3 (Fun, but ultimately fluff)

Just War - 2 (Weird and ultimately unimportant)

Warchild - 2 (Same situation as Warlock. Starts Psi arc, but can be skipped)

SLEEPY - 4 (Generally good story, sets up Psi arc if you skipped Warchild)

Death and Diplomacy - 3 (only worthwhile as setup for Happy Endings)

Happy Endings - 4 (Plot relevant. Ultimately fluff, but plot-relevant)

GodEngine - 4 (not plot-relevant, but an excellent story)

Christmas on a Rational Planet - 2 (part of Psi arc, and lays groundwork for Faction Paradox stuff, but I couldn't really follow it)

Return of the Living Dad - 4 (cleans up old plot threads, and is a great story in its own right)

Cold Fusion - 4 (Not plot relevant, but an excellent, gripping story)

The Death of Art - 2 (part of Psi arc, but not great)

Damaged Goods - 2 (Russel T. Davis's first Who work, but very dark and nasty)

So Vile a Sin - 4 (finishes Psi arc and has other plot relevance)

Bad Therapy - 2 (deals mostly with repercussions of previous story, but not great in and of itself)

Eternity Weeps - 1 (Jim Mortimore's writing is too depressing for me. Technically plot relevant in that Benny and Jason get divorced but not worth it)

The Room With No Doors - 4 (setup for Lungbarrow, good story in its own right)

Lungbarrow - 4 (concludes the new adventures of the seventh doctor in a surprisingly meaningful way)

The Dying Days - 4 (a nice little coda to the series that sets up Benny's adventures as well)

[bamsara]

A03 Questions Tag Game

I got tagged by: @kagedbird I tag: @onethirdofimpossible, @coffincrows, (first two that come to mind) and anyone else who wants to do the game

1 – How many works do you have on AO3?

At the time of writing this post, currently 30 fics. (Not including any fics or written works that are not posted to AO3)

2 – What's your total AO3 word count?

1,066,633

3 – What fandoms do you write for?

Formerly: Don't Starve, FNAF, Dragons Dogma, Invader Zim

Currently: Cult of the Lamb

4 – What are your top five fics by kudos?

Solar Lunacy, Celestial Omens, Bytes of Lunacy, The Rehabilitation of Death, Saturday Insomnia

5 – Do you respond to comments?

I try to but I also get very nervous responding because I often don't know what to say back and I feel like it's almost rude or disrespectful to respond to a comment, esp the very nice ones that are long and in-deph with just a keysmash or a bunch of emojis, but I do read every single one since I have email notifications on for them

I'd like to sit down and respond to many but I really don't want to make it awkward so pls dear god readers forgive me

6 – What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't like unhappy endings. I enjoy angsty stories but I like when it's at least ending happy to me

7 – What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Not posted? Solar Lunacy

Ongoing? TROD

8 – Do you get hate on fics?

Not really? Most adults (in my experience) know the 'don't like don't read' rule and know basic online etiquette. I've gotten some for discontinuing a fic or switching fandoms though

9 – Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I don't write or draw NSFW! I like to make some suggestive themes sometimes, but I'm a very ace person, it's not something I do often. (I do have a current running goal that if my friend reaches their donation goal for their medical bills that I would give NSFW a shot, but again its not really my cup of tea)

10 – Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nah I haven't written any cross overs, but I do draw them sometimes. Recently I've been spinning a Alice in Wonderland x COTL crossover in my head.

11 – Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep. I've had people copy and paste my work, go in with a thesaurus to change a few words (like changing 'angry' to mad, 'upset' to 'sad', and so forth) to try and avoid detection and re-posted my written work under a different title name. AO3 staff took them down for violating their policy against plagiarism though

12 – Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. I wouldn't mind it so as long as I'm asked before hand, though not on anon so I can actually work with the person to prevent any mistranslations or mishandling, and that I don't want my work posted to other websites

13 – Have you ever co-written a fic?

I think I did when I was a teen but I cannot remember now

14 – What's your all-time favorite ship?

Eh I don't have any favorites, just ones I really focus on for a long while

15 – What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Pass.

16 – What are your writing strengths?

I can sit down for hours or several days and work on a writing wip completely in the zone. I cant do it on command but its at least something I can do

17 – What are your writing weaknesses?

Spelling and grammar, and sometimes long running sentences. I just kinda write, theres not really a goal for it to be perfect though so as long as the story gist and vibe is right, im fine with it

18 – Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've done it before but only minor, had a friend help me with it (one or two lines of dialogue) Aside from that, I'm not comfortably fluent enough in anything to do it again without assistance

19 – First fandom you wrote for?

Soul Eater, when I was wayyy too young to be posting anything on the internet. My fanfics I wrote are still on fanfic.net to this day

20 – Favorite fic you've written?

It's inbetween TROD and EE&E right now

[invisibleicewands]

Bringing revolution to Port Talbot - by Michael Sheen

On a recent February morning, I woke up to find I was wrong. Not a particularly uncommon experience in itself, but unusual to discover that on this occasion I was being publicly accused of it by the Secretary of State for Business and Trade. “Michael Sheen has said that ‘the people of Port Talbot have been let down’,” Kemi Badenoch wrote in the Daily Mail. “But he is wrong.”

It was a big day. I spent all of last year directing a three-part drama series for the BBC called The Way, which was to air that night. It begins in my hometown of Port Talbot, where a strike at the local steelworks becomes the spark that ignites a violent descent into national chaos. Clearly, Ms Badenoch had been given a sneak peek of the series before forming quite a strong opinion on it. But no: reading her article, Ms Badenoch admits that she hadn’t watched it at all. Why let a total lack of information prevent a full-throated denouncement, eh? Presumably, she also assumes that we managed to write, film and edit the entire series after Tata Steel announced the imminent loss of some 2,500 jobs at the steelworks mere weeks ago.

While the winds of change have only been blowing in one direction for many years, the events in our story were dreamed up some years ago and act as a fictional catalyst for all that follows. Surely even Tory ministers understand there is no VIP fast lane for making a TV series. This isn’t a PPE contract, after all…

Nothing to see here

After that episode aired, it occurred to me that such shenanigans in the right-wing press could have been about a couple of things. Since the ITV drama about the Post Office scandal, Mr Bates vs The Post Office, caused public outrage, I imagine the government has a new fear of the impact a TV show can have. A pre-emptive strike against a series it perceives to be criticising its actions around the steel industry must have seemed a useful tactic. And, having seen Breathtaking – based on Rachel Clarke’s memoir of how the Covid crisis unfolded in the NHS, which aired on ITV the same night as The Way – I wonder if her piece was an attempt to distract attention away from more dangerous territory.

It gave Ms Badenoch a chance to trot out her line about how the people of Port Talbot should be grateful for all that the government is doing to save the steel industry, not moaning about the impact job losses will have on their community. But the people of Port Talbot have been let down, no matter what Ms Badenoch wants us to think. Not by any single entity, but by years of neglect. That she immediately assumed my comments referred to her and her government tells its own story. In the words of a much older drama than mine: the lady doth protest too much, methinks.

Then and Nye

“This crisis is a privateering racket with your friends lining their pockets!” No, not an accusation against Boris Johnson, but something I currently say to Winston Churchill every night. We opened a new play called Nye at the National Theatre this week. I play Aneurin (“Nye”) Bevan, who attacks the prime minister for turning a wartime crisis into a money-making scheme for him and his cronies. It’s one of many moments in the play that seem to speak to past and present at the same time.

The entanglement of “now” and “then” is heightened by the fact that I am wearing pyjamas. Nye is lying unconscious in his hospital bed at the end of his life, and we follow him through a dream of his past. He wanders from childhood memories of overcoming his stutter in Tredegar library to his meteoric rise through local politics, to becoming the youngest member of Clement Attlee’s pioneering postwar cabinet. And, of course, as minister for health, his tumultuous birthing of the NHS on 5 July 1948. It’s an extraordinary, surprising and moving experience telling this story on stage each night. That shared space between actors and audience, where all is felt but unseen, crackles with electricity.

Once more, with feeling

It seems that exploring the motives of politicians, the uses and abuses of political power, and the quest for justice that saw the creation of the NHS taps into deep wells of emotion. Like the pockets of gas that miners feared within the coal seam, their release brings risk and reward. At a recent show, we had three instances of people needing to be helped out of the theatre, the final one forcing us to pause the show moments from its end. Thankfully, it was nothing more serious than someone fainting. But emotions are running high.

I’m more than happy to invite Ms Badenoch to a performance. But I realise, of course, there’s no guarantee she would make it to the end.

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Baby Driver: Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

I lost the image from my inbox, but it was first time with Leon with a fem reader.

It's been a while since I wrote a first time fic, eh pookie bears? :)

Contains: Car sex, condoms (contraceptives are cool, kids), blowjob, light choking, light hair pulling

The air was thick like crystalizing honey. The radio was all but a murmur, some local news station was starting to crackle from being just on the border of its broadcasting distance. The deep rumble of the engine nearly drowned it out, but you still focused on trying to make out what the two news spokesmen were saying through the static.

However, it was beginning to become apparent that your heart was adamant about deafening both noises. It pounded inside of you, quickening in its pace, beating against your ribcage like it was trying to break out of its cage. You could feel it throb against your skin beneath your clothes.

It was safe to say you were nervous.

You weren’t a virgin, but you aren’t exactly experienced yourself. It’s been a while since you last had any intimate encounters, it made you even more anxious when you saw Leon’s hands slide down the shiny curve of the steering wheel. He knew about you, not being experienced and all. Despite your worrying, he didn’t seem to be bothered by the newly splayed information and still insisted on this date.

Leon is a smart man. Brave, loyal, charming, you couldn’t list all of his dazzling traits, but one you could state firmly and boldly was that he was patient. He wasn’t going to do anything you weren’t ready for.

You briefly looked over to your date, your boyfriend of nearly three months sitting in the driver's seat. He was peering out of the windows out of the corners of his eyes, making sure you both were alone. He had taken you to some secluded little patch of woods, a long-forgotten hiking trail evident in the fact that the parking lot was covered in fallen leaves and the small ranger cabin had been left barren and dusty, nature reclaiming its land.

You did the same as Leon for a brief moment, trying to occupy your wandering mind, staring into the lines of trees when he cleared his throat softly.

You felt him place a gentle hand on your forearm, crossed in your lap with your hands clasped together. You turned to look at him, finding him already looking at you, his stormy blue eyes shined in the low lighting his display put out. He wore an unreadable expression, but his brows slightly knit together in slight worry.

“You’ve been quiet the entire ride up here,” his words were soft. You shrugged your shoulders sheepishly, a soft apology rolling off of your tongue. Your cheeks were lit aflame, your chest felt like it was being beaten against like a drum, you suddenly felt very hot despite the air conditioning blowing gently. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do,” he reminded you once again.

He had mentioned it a couple of times already. The first before he picked you up, the second after the lavish dinner he had taken you to as he helped you get in his car, and then once again just now.

Ever the gentleman.

“I want to,” you found your voice. You winced internally when your voice wavered at the end. You repeated again, more firmly, “I want to.”

His thumb rolled over the skin of your forearm before he dragged his hand down to grasp at your own. He squeezed your hand a little tight, giving you one last out, but you didn’t back down.

Leon shut his car off, the engine cutting but the radio still kept going. Leon’s eyes studied you, noting your obvious anxiety.

He leaned in slowly and you found yourself doing the same. Both of your eyes fluttered shut as your noses grazed each other. The second your lips connected, it felt like life had crackled inside of you like fireworks. It always did with him since the first time you both kissed and it was something you always looked forward to with him.

His lips were warm and soft. He took charge gently, pressing his lips more firmly against yours, guiding your jaws to move as you both sucked at each others faces. He felt so warm and he smelled so good, and fuck, he was so handsome. There was a very light scratch against your chin, his facial hair barely scratching your soft skin, the light stubble needing to be shaved in the morning. The remnants of dinner lingered on both of your tongues, the after-dinner mints didn’t seem to do much for the aromatics, but it just added to the moment.

You moaned softly into the kiss, Leon pushing a little deeper into you. You felt his tongue briefly dance across your bottom lip, softly begging for you to part your lips for him and let him enter. When you hesitated, he nipped at the delicate skin making you gasp and obey. Leon’s hand that was just caressing the back of your hand suddenly gripped at your thigh, fingers twisting the material of your dress into a tight knot in his grasp. You brought a hand up to rest on the side of his neck where it connected to his shoulder, toying with the collar of his jacket as his tongue quickly explored your mouth.

He suddenly broke the kiss, a disappointed whine left you when you hadn’t meant it. You barely opened your eyes to be a half-lidded gaze when you heard Leon unbuckle both of your seatbelts, allowing him to move over the center console better. Your lips locked together once again, moving at a faster pace as you both swapped spit. He brought his other hand up to the side of your face, cupping your jaw, bringing you closer into the kiss before he urged your body to press against the center console like he had done with his.

Your hands fully grasped at his jacket, grabbing onto his open collar and pulling him as close as you could. He was so warm under your touch, a comforting heat rolled off of him in waves. There was a faint scent of his cologne that reached your nose; it was gentle, not too overpowering, it reminded you of fresh rainfall in a pine forest. It helped to calm your heart down, but you could feel his own beating away very steadily inside of his chest.

You were the one to pull away this time, needing air as your poor lungs begged for relief. You both were panting, cheeks hot, hearts hammering. Leon’s pupils were blown wide with lust, but he kept in control.

“Do you-”

“Yes,” you cut him off rather eagerly.

A cocky grin ghosted over Leon’s lips before he eyed his backseat, nodding in that direction.

“Get in the back,” he ordered softly.

Your body worked faster than your mind, quickly getting out of the front passenger seat. You barely had enough time to close the door behind you when you felt Leon grab a hold of you, pulling you directly into his lap. He had you straddle him, his strong hands holding onto your thighs to keep you in place as he urged you to settle. Your lips connected once again, both of you now fighting for who would be in control. Your hands snatched onto the back of the seat on either side of Leon’s head, nails digging into the fabric before you grasped Leon’s head and carded your fingers into his thick hair. He growled at the contact, jerking his hips up, causing you to gasp again.

His clothed erection was resting right against your concealed cunt. You shivered in anticipation. You had a feeling he was big, but for it to be confirmed so soon in your relationship? You thought it would’ve taken you a couple more months to work up the courage to do something like this.

You grinded against him slowly, sinking your hips down and shimmying your hips ever so slightly. It drove him mad. Leon’s hands came up to your ass and gave each cheek a good squeeze. You pressed yourself as close to him as you could, your breasts flushed with his chest. A soft cry escaped your lips at his rough touch. One of his hands came up from your ass to squeeze and paw up your hips, trailing up the curve of your spine and eventually tangling in your hair.

You brought one of your hands down, confidently slotting it between your persons, and gently squeezed him through the material of his pants-

You suddenly seized up and loosened when the back of your head was pressed firmly against the backside of the driver’s headrest with Leon’s fingers wrapped around your throat. There was a feral look in his eyes that made your mind go nuts inside. He was panting as though he had just ran an entire marathon, a few locks of his hair had fallen in front of his steely blue eyes, his lips were a little swollen from your kisses.

“Leon,” you moaned softly.

His thumb was right on your pulse. He could feel it pounding away right under his fingerprint like a rabbit’s. The pad of his thumb massaged your throat gingerly, slowly working his fingers down until he was no longer choking you. The first breath was something else otherworldly, it crackled new life within you despite barely losing any oxygen to begin with. Your heart was beating against your ribs as though it were an animal trying to break out of its cage. He could feel it beat through your skin, he could smell how divine you were, he could see that little twinkle in your eyes as your pupils swallowed up that gorgeous color of your eyes.

Although Leon’s hands kept you still, you managed to scoot back a little bit, sitting beside him on the backseat. Your hands returned to his person, first starting off splayed out across his broad chest before they ventured down his jacket. Both of your hands fumbled with his belt, trying to focus of your target when his own hands lightly scratched up your spine until he knotted his fingers into your hair once again. Your fingers trembled with excitement, unlatching his belt buckle and slipping the shiny dark leather loose. Your eyes never left the tented erection teasing you right in front of your face, it was barely three inches away from your nose as your unhooked the buttons of his slacks and drew down his zipper. He groaned softly, finally free of the constraints of his tight slacks but still in the elastic cotton comforts of his underwear. The heather gray that you could see was thin, you could see an enticing long shadow of a vein running along the underside of his cock.

You hesitated for a second, hypnotized by the was Leon was scratching circular motions into your scalp while also tugging on your locks before your fingers slipped under the taut waistband. Leon audibly sighed in relief as his cock sprung free, the thing nearly smacking you in the nose from how erect it was. Though it was dark, you could make out all of the delicious details of Leon’s cock, eyes running up his thick shaft right to his head that leaked a little precum from his reddish tip.

You don’t know what came over you.

You found yourself gently grasping at the base of his dick and steadied him before your tongue ran up his shaft and followed the vein. It was Leon’s turn to audibly gasp. You could see the way his abs fluttered from underneath his jacket and dress shirt and how his broad chest swelled at the intake of air.

You focused on his head for a moment, tongue swirling around the swollen tip. The salty taste of his cum sat heavy and delicious on your tongue. You barely massaged the tip of your tongue against his slit when Leon whimpered.

It made you still ever so slightly.

It made you want to hear it over and over again until the end of time.

You took his entire head in your mouth, working slow, you lowered your head at a snail’s pace at first. Leon fisted the back of your dress, nails biting through the fabric and scratching at your spine. His other hand nearly snatched at your hair, almost fisting your hair and locking his hand in place. He didn’t pull, not yet at least, just kept you still as you took him in your mouth.

He cursed softly, the words barely spilling over his lips at you worked your way down. You bobbed your head, trying to ease your mouth open just a little wider, take him just a little deeper, work your throat open just a touch more. He sat heavy on your tongue. The angle you were taking him in made your jaw start to ache. You started to slow down a bit when his head hit the back of your throat, a short muffled moan was barely audible but it reached Leon’s ears perfectly fine. He pulled at your hair a bit, just enough for you to feel a slight burn at the scalp before he pushed against your skull. He urged you to swallow more of him, to take him down to the root before starting over. You followed along, tightening your hands at his waist, going with his short rotations. Each time, you nearly swallowed him fully only to start to gag, pulling you away maybe an inch or two before repeating it.

He cursed again, this time louder. You looked up at him from under your lashes only to see him staring at you. He looked so riled up. His pupils swallowed his stormy blues, his hair was just a tad messy to the point a few locks fell in front of his face, a very faint blush had spread across his chiseled cheeks. You stirred up the courage to bat your little eyes at him and moan around his cock when it tickled the back of your throat again.

You felt him twitch in your mouth before he completely pulled you off of his cock, hauling you up by your hair. Your cry was silenced, swallowed by his hungry lips as he tasted himself on your tongue for a brief moment. Your hand absent-mindedly wrapped around his glistening dick and squeezed lightly, thumbing his slit and teasingly rubbing soft circles against the head. Leon hissed, biting your bottom lip before one of his hands enclosed around yours and his cock.

He pumped his cock a few times, rutting slightly each time your hand graced his crotch before you both parted.

You both found yourselves staring into each others eyes for a moment.

For a little while, the world didn’t seem to be important. You no longer felt nervous, not because you hadn’t had sex in a while nor because you were about to do it in public.

All that mattered was how your, for just a brief few seconds in time, your hearts synced up.

You drew yours hands back to your body, fingers quickly reaching the wrinkled hem of your dress and started to bunch it up. Leon watched like a man starved, looking on in sheer intent as you revealed your thighs and eventually your underwear to him. His hands found your body again, cupping at the curve of your ass and trailing their way up to the waistband before he started to slowly peel them down your legs.

He hesitated for a brief moment when they were halfway down your thighs, a familiar gleam in his eyes as he stared up at you.

One last out, yet you didn’t take it.

You made to get closer to Leon, shivering when your slickened folds met the chilled air, when he stopped you. He sat up quickly, reaching around to search in the center console before he withdrew a familiar looking black paper box. He plucked one from the box and tossed it back in the driver’s seat to deal with later.

It glistened in his hand, reflecting the low lighting the radio’s screen gave off. He was about to tear the packaging with his teeth when you plucked it from his fingers. He scoffed a short laugh, sitting back once again as you tore the thin foil and pulled out the glistening condom from its packaging. You leaned in and close to him, lips barely touching, noses brushing against each other. You carefully rolled the condom on over his head before wrapping your fingers around him. You pushed the condom down slowly, jerking him and squeezing him in the process before he was fully hilted into it.

Leon’s hands once again firmly situated themselves around your waist. He drew you in close, guiding your body close and helping you position yourself in his lap. You felt it beneath you as you sank down, suddenly pressing between your folds, splitting your lips before you felt a familiar sudden pressure.

You latched onto Leon’s broad shoulders and sighed and cried in his ear. Pressure built up into pleasure when he entered you, his cock stretching you oh so well. He shushed you softly, holding you in place as your cunt squeezed around him. You both moaned in sync, shoulders sagging and chests swelling as you both found it a little hard to breathe.

He let you go at your own pace, allowing you to move when you felt comfortable enough to do so. He held onto you, keeping you close, whispering sweet nothings into the small space between your bodies.

You eventually started to move when the stretch no longer became too much. You started slow, working yourself along his thick shaft, swallowing your sighs and moans and whimpers. You’ve never been stretched like this before, you’ve never felt so full.

“Oh, come on pretty girl,” Leon tutted, “don’t be so shy. Lemme hear you.”

His voice was all dark and sultry, it scratched an itch in your mind that you’ve been trying to scratch for years. It only added to the experience of fucking in the backseat of his car where the windows have been fogged up for some time now. You couldn’t help the moan that left you as your walls fluttered around his girth. You locked your hands behind Leon’s head, nails digging into the headrest as you rocked your hips along his length.

You rode him, as best as you could really with what little space you were given. But you rode him, nonetheless. He met your hips with enthusiasm, panting when you did, ghosting sweet words over your lips before kissing you. He urged you to be louder, to let him really hear you, smiling ever so brightly when you gave in. He loves the taste of the salt on your body, loves the smell of sex in the heavy air, loves the feeling of your velvet walls clamping down on his big dick.

For a brief second, he wished he wasn’t wearing a condom just to feel how hot and wet you are right now, because he could tell you were absolutely dripping with liquid sin.

It would just be a matter of time before you both took it up a notch.

[another-lost-mc]

Hii, first of all, i love your writing 💕 and I hope you're doing well.

How do you think the bros would react watching the movie Se7en?

I think it would be interesting to see their reactions since the theme surrounds the seven deadly sins.

a/n: I love this movie! I re-watched while I worked on this since it's been a while. I wrote the blurbs in order of the sins as they're portrayed in the film.

➤ watching the movie se7en | the demon brothers

1k words | x gn!reader | nsfw | violence and dark/disturbing themes, demons thinking about demon things, movie spoilers

BEELZEBUB | the gluttony scene

Any other time, he'd be joking that if he had to die, he wants to die eating. He understands that now's probably not the best time to tell you that.

He feels a bit sad for some reason. He's not sure if it's the poor bloke's death on screen or the movie's gritty atmosphere in general.

Ravenous hunger has its downsides, but most of the time he enjoys eating food. He can understand why being forced to eat would be emotional and literal torture for someone.

He knows he could eat that much pasta without breaking a sweat, but he doubts it would be comforting to you so he doesn't say it out loud.

He wonders how much he'd have to eat for his body to break down in protest of finally being too full, but he keeps that to himself too.

MAMMON | the greed scene

It's not a horror movie but the dark vibe still gives him the creeps.

He hasn't had to look away (yet) but he tucks you closer to his side so you can cuddle. You can hide your face in his chest for the gross parts if they bother you, he won’t tease you.

He sorta gets an inkling about the greed motif— something about a scummy lawyer and money trading hands is his first guess about why this guy was targeted.

Eh, close enough.

There are a lotta ways to kill someone with greed without actually killing them, y’know.

(He doesn’t wanna talk about ‘em though. He doesn’t want you to think badly of him.)

BELPHEGOR | the sloth scene

What the actual fuck.

He was feeling a bit sleepy watching the movie up to this point, but he's not anymore.

He understands the interpretation of his sin, but he's surprised to see such an ugly version of it in a human world movie like this.

If he senses that you're uncomfortable, he tries to distract you until the scene ends.

Now seems like a great time to pause the movie so you can both get up and get a drink, or stretch—or maybe go for a nap if you're tired and don't want to finish it right now.

(He's going to make sure you don't have bad dreams after this.)

ASMODEUS | the lust scene

He's had custom sex toys made before, but something like this? Yeesh.

Literally fucking someone to death seems so brutal, so unromantic. This isn't how he would do it, but he doesn't tell you that; he doesn't want to scare you.

(If he had to kill someone using his sin, he'd fuck them before ripping them open from stomach to sternum.)

(If he had to kill you with his sin, he’d make love to you until you eventually fall asleep. Your death will be instant and painless before he cuts out your heart and eats it.)

He notices that this part of the movie made you squirm in your seat more than the others so far.

Maybe a warm bath and cuddling in his bed will help you relax once the movie's over. He’s suddenly overcome with the urge to hold you.

LUCIFER | the pride scene

It feels anti-climactic compared to some of the other portrayals of sin so far, but he appreciates the simplicity. He was afraid it would be needlessly gruesome like the others.

Pride is insidious, the mother of all sins, the first deadly bloom that causes all others to fester and rot on the vine.

He can’t help the way his mind wanders after this. As an angel, he tried to resist sin. As a demon, he embraces it. Humans are weak and he knows for many, pride is their downfall.

You might not believe you could be pushed to make such a fatal choice, but Lucifer senses the way your own blend of pride lingers within you too.

He keeps silent about those thoughts and he wraps his arm around you for the rest of the film.

LEVIATHAN | the envy scene

He’s unusually quiet. He doesn’t complain or whine about how boring it is, and he doesn’t reach for his handheld either. Sometimes he looks puzzled by what’s on screen, and other times he seems contemplative.

He’s a little surprised by the ending. Speechless almost. He understands envy, but to do all this?

And the part with the wife, well...he thinks it's just a bit of an overreaction, don't you?

He can’t help but glance at you once the movie's over. He thinks about life before you and life with you now; he can't imagine life without you in it anymore.

Would he be capable of that type of jealousy if you didn't choose him? If he had to watch someone else live their own happily ever after with you while he suffered alone?

Huh.

When the movie ends, he distracts you with an impromptu game night in his room and he cuddles with you in his tub after.

His tail curls around your leg as you drift off to sleep, and he realizes he'd do so much worse just to keep you by his side.

SATAN | the wrath scene

For the most part, he's been less interested in the portrayal of sins. He's totally wrapped up in the mystery aspect of the movie instead.

Throughout the entire film, he's muttered under his breath about certain things he noticed or his guess about what might happen next.

(He’s read all the books mentioned in the library scene too.)

He figured that the cop with the short fuse was going to be involved somehow with wrath. He actually thought the character was a bit annoying.

He does sympathize with the cop's behaviour at the end—all he has to do is think of someone hurting you and it makes him seethe with rage.

The reveal about the wife caught him completely off-guard but thinking about it later, it seems so obvious.

[onlyrains]

[11:34pm]

—t/w: angst, mention of death and alcohol

watching someone slowly lose themselves is probably the last thing you would ask for.

it's been an hour since you noticed jay was in the same room as you. knowing his true nature while watching him hitting on random girls at a bar like this makes your heart ache. this wasn't him at all.

having sudden mind reading power, you knew he was still grieving on his ex—who also your sister—unexpected death. because so were you. that's why you ended up at this bar alone on a weekday night.

from not too far away, you saw him gradually closing the gap between him and the poor girl. they were kissing mindlessly. she even held him so tight, without any sign of wanting to let go soon.

his messy slicked back hair was still as beautiful as ever. you always praised him for his looks and fashion choices since you used to see him around your house almost everyday. but tonight, seeing him with his collar sticking out, rolled up sleeve, and smirk plastered on his lips was really something. it was new to you.

you turned around and chugged your drink. you just realized losing someone could cause a huge impact like this.

a moment later, you overhear him, “can i call you her name?”

you turned. your heart almost sank then you see her palm going so fast to slap him with all her guts.

he froze before standing up. he nodded a few times as a sign that he understood the situation—without a significant change in his expression. “okay, okay.” he said, raising both hands.

so he walked in your direction.

you turned to face the bar, pretended to be busy ordering a new drink with the bartender.

“a whisky, please,” he ordered, taking a seat next to you. you held your breath when his perfume hit your nose, bringing back memories you didn't want to remember.

“hi?” he greeted, like nothing just happened to him a few seconds ago.

“hi?” you replied with the same tone.

“eh? you do really look like her.” his hazy eyes stared at you deeply. you watched him place his head on the bar.

he scoffed. “sorry, maybe it's the hallucination again.” he laughed, probably for expecting another slap.

but you laughed with him, for silently wanting to hug him while he didn't recognize you.

“you still refuse to believe we've lost her.” you mumbled, head bowed weakly so he didn't hear you.

“are you okay?” he asked.

you glanced, only to met his eagle eyes.

“i'm not.”

“ah, c'mon. let's have some fun then.” he stood up and offer his hand for you to take.

you looked up at him. “'m sorry?”

“dance with me.”

you bit your inner lip, contemplating the nice offer before finishing your newly-served drink. you thought you just need to be as drunk as him to do this.

“okay.” you held his rough hand to let him led you to the dance floor.

you were melted with the background music for a moment and let your body moved the way they want it. jay, on the other hand, busy to maintained his eyes at yours. his hand wandered around your back before finally took its place on your waist.

“aren't your head spinning?” oh, you used to ask your sister that question too. you held your sweated fist tightly.

he smiled. “a little.” he paused. “where did you know that?”

you frowned, feeling the palpitation in your chest. “uh?”

“the 'head spinning' question. how do you know?”

“is that something i supposed to know? it's just you look so wasted? i don't know, just wondering,”

he lets out a soft chuckle, “thank you. that's make me feel better,”

your knees almost lost its strength.

“do i know you?” he asked again.

“no, you don't.”

“but you do really sound like her.”

“am i?”

“…can i ask you something?”

you nodded hesitantly.

“can i call you her name?”

a single tear dropped from your eye.

“yes.”

you swore you never seen him with this wide smile before.

a/n: sorry if this too angsty. its inspired by a song <iykyk> and i barely awake when i wrote this so please bear with me ><

[flashypunches]

i’m on my hands and knees requesting (begging for) a HEALTHY 😭 champwatt one shot. blease

you really know how to pick the things that i dunno how to do well do you <3 i think i turned homophobic while writing this. GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAY BELOW CUT ITS SO LONG WHY IS IT SO LONG💥💥💥🔥🔥🔥

wrote this on my phone notes app so tyou know its bad. so sorry for that

The candles are vanilla scented. Because of course they are.

Seawatt has to resist the urge to scoff at the choice, telling himself that he really shouldn't have been startled at the smell with how TEC is about looking and presenting himself as the best of the best.

Which he arguably is, but Seawatt's not saying that out loud anytime soon. The Champion's ego is big enough already. No need to add to it even further.

The steak is well cooked, not too dry or too crisp, and the wine is okay, fine. Seawatt doesn't recognize the brand of it, and as he clicks his glass with TEC's, he wonders if he should be drinking so close after downing his slow-falling and resistance potions.

Eh, he decides with a mental shrug, he'll deal with that later.

The taste is tangy and unfamiliar on his tongue, and Seawatt tunes back into what TEC's going on and on about, something about his childhood of all things? Seawatt doesn't know.

"And of course, since my brother hadn't ever practiced the trick before, they got 2nd place! Couldn't believe it, but I told them. Crazy, right?" Seawatt nods, pursuing his lips in thought around his glass.

"What about you?" he asks, motioning his drink in the general direction of TEC, who tilts his head in confusion.

"What about me?"

"C'mon, don't hold out on me. You're our Champion, surely you've been in some competitions yourself?"

For reasons Seawatt can't quite discern, TEC blinks at him, seemingly confused at the sudden shift in topic. After a moment, he shakes his head. "No, no- believe it or not, but the Arena wasn't exactly my type of scene then, my brother was much more interested in battles then I was at the time. Hey, did I ever tell you the time they-"

Seawatt's fork twirls around his plate, picking around a piece of what he believes to be some sort of garnish. He glances up to TEC, watching him talk animatedly about his brother of all things.

Would he look like that, when he talks about Seawatt?

If ever asked, he'll deny the pang of his heart that the question brings until he's dead.

Disposable, Seawatt reminds his momd as his eyes trace TEC's admittedly nice looking face.

Replaceable, he tries to tell himself as TEC's hand comes to curl against his own.

A pawn, Seawatt mislabels him as, even while he asks if there is anything he would request of TEC.

Swallowing past a myriad of words, the only thing Seawatt tells him is "I'm your right hand man. Is there really anything else could I desire?"

The words feel rotten, laced in deceit falling from his tongue. But it's the right thing to say, from how TEC's face softens even further, eyes crinkling in a facsimile of a smile, his grip now shifting to make it so that Seawatt's now holding the metal of his gauntlet within his fingers.

"You're sure?" he asks, always the gentleman that his parents would have been pleased to see Seawatt with. "Surely you must want something."

Seawatt forces a wry smile. "The Old Man's dead. What more could I want?"

The Fighter layer will come later. Come off too strong at the start, and he will be turned away. It's better to wait, Seawatt tells himself. His home has been patient already. It can be patient for some more.

An idea pops into his head. The smile is unfurled into a grin, cocky and hopefully as confident Seawatt wants it to be. "That is, except you."

Corny as the line is, TEC allows it, smothering his laughter with his stray hand. Through the gaps in his fingers, his whites eyes are visible, from how his glove is unsheathed on that side for some sense of style. Seawatt perches his chin on the palm of his other hand, just to give it something to do, not to let him see that view a little bit better, no matter what it seems like.

"Nonsense," TEC makes out between his chuckles, voice like he's breathless at the audacity his assistant has. Irrationally, Seawatt thinks that he'd do anything for TEC to always sound like that whilst talking to him. "You already have me."

Ah. Perhaps the flutter his heartbeat gives at that line is a problem. But he wishes for his face's flush to leave him be, the grin of his feeling a little more real.

It's not Seawatt's fault. Lesser men that of his caliber would fall to their feet at the sight of TEC and his skill. Really, it's more so of a thing to brag of his self control, that only now is he being plagued by these needless feelings.

"So it seems," he comments for a lack of anything else more witty or clever. Seawatt glances up at TEC. "Then won't you take me home, mister Champion?"

"That's mister Champion sir, actually," TEC corrects, tone cheeky and full of mirth. Seawatt doesn't suppress his eye roll at the tease, only slapping the gold of his Champion's glove before pulling himself up from the table towards the other side.

"Alright, alright. Won't you be a polite mister Champion sir then and walk me home?"

TEC takes the offered hand, pulling himself up with the support of Seawatt's weight with a pep in his step.

The trip back to Seawatt's apartment is quiet, from how the two of them are more focused on landing their jumps rather than making conversation. But the atmosphere is light, fun, comfortable.

As Seawatt is unlocking his door, he turns to catch TEC right before he takes his leave.

The Champion's brow is furrowed at the hand that grasps his suit's sleeve. "Dude, I need to get home, my brother's all alone-"

"You aren't going to give me a kiss goodbye?" Seawatt cuts him off, watching his Champion sputter in surprise before trying to compose himself.

"I- if you're open to it, then maybe I will."

Seawatt smiles. "Then it's good thing I am," he says, right before leaning in.

There's no mouth for him to kiss, no lips or tongue for his own to meet, but that doesn't matter. Lust isn't the thing that leads this after all. It's the thought that counts, isn't it?

Admittedly, it's quite chaste, more of a peck than anything perverse. That doesn't prevent TEC, after the two of them part, from almost stumbling off the block he's standing on, the hand Seawatt gripped into the front of his suit the only thing that prevents his demise.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Your place or mine?"

It takes a moment for TEC to reply, seemingly for him to catch his breath and regain his composure. "Yours- my brother doesn't know about you yet."

Seawatt raises a brow at that. "They don't? How come?"

A shrug is all he gets in return. He bites the inside of his cheek, deciding against it.

"Okay. I'll see you later."

TEC nods back, his feet poised towards the next block, to his own apartment.

Seawatt's eyes trails his figure making its way through the streets until it turns into a just a blur of shiny metal and black attire.

He's just a stepping stone, Seawatt thinks.

He wonders why he's lying to himself.

[thepalehorsevictoria]

20 Questions for Fanfic Writers

Tagged by @ollypopwrites and @razildor and I am procrastinating my negotiations analyses and 500 pp reading (whyyyyy don't do grad school, kids).

Lemme just tag @silshinobii because I cannot stop thinking about Sugar and Spores and its offshoot because it brought me Thirst Trapping!Emmrich. If @emmg or @farore05 need to procrastinate along with me, by all means.

1) How many works do you have on AO3? Ten. Fuck me.

2) What’s your AO3 word count? Aww dammit this needs math. 126,632. Granted that's been since 2013, so.

3) What are your top five fics by Kudos?-

Pater Noster, Pater Volkarin (god I really do not really like this one anymore now that I'm about to wrap up Coastline and its two sequels but eh)

Coastline Variations

The Internship

The Marriage of Volkarin and Rook

and fucking Magebane? Wowwww.

4) What fandoms do you write for? Honestly the idea of writing for anything that isn't Dragon Age terrifies the shit out of me because I genuinely don't know anything as well as I do that, so. Just DA.

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I am trying very hard to do so. Because I love them. I hoard them. When I am stuck I go back to them to see what people liked. But for the next two months my real life is going to be shit-tastic so I should probably schedule time to do just comments. Because I LOVE THEM.

6) What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? [laughs in The Internship] Or maybe the extremely short thing I wrote for Hellblazer but that's so short IDK.

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? It's going to be The Marriage of Volkarin and Rook once I finish it. Because c'mon.

8) Do you get hate on fics? No but I got some weird shit in my Tumblr inbox today?

9) Do you write smut? My god, I'm trying:

I wrote a lot of SebHawke smut for a while because that's what I was hyperfixated on in the worst of a decade-long depression. (DA2 probably saved me, y'all.)

But almost everything I write for EmmRook is smut because I'm sorry, have you seen that necromancer? Andraste wept when she saw Dat Ass. But I am ... trying to be better at smut. There is some AMAZING stuff in the EmmRook ao3/tumblr space. I'm glad to be a part of it and give back by working on my smut.

10) Do you write crossovers? No but I got really stoned once and came up with the idea that a Agatha All Along and American Gods and The Sandman crossover would be hella fun. And then the writer of two of those things broke my goddamn heart.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? No. I do see like a detail that I put in that ripples somewhere else every now and again but there is no fucking way I'm the one that started any of these, and I don't own shit, so, have at ye.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated? No, wait, that's a thing?

13) Have you ever cowritten a fic before? No but I hope I do @bankabb proud soon. Also, do brainworms from @emmg count? Because I've done a few of those.

14) What’s your all-time favorite ship? EEESH. I do not write for Hannigram, but I was there in the Flower Crown era of the fandom and it was glorious. I love it. EmmRook is quickly becoming a big favorite because the community around it has been amazing. I was there for Superwholock and I still have the scars.

I am also the current boatswain of the Emmrich/Dorian ship.

15) What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Oh, fuck me. I have something called Open Fire, which I had on the DAKM when it was still on LJ so it was in pieces everywhere. It was a DA2 AU that started with three little words: "Corporal Sebastian Vael."

I also have The Light Remains, which was going to be Sebastian coming to rescue Hawke from when she was trapped in the Fade but I genuinely don't see myself finishing it.

16) What are your writing strengths? I genuinely could not tell you. Ich habe keine Ahnung.

17) What are your writing weaknesses? Smut and long paragraphs.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic? Attempted, because Orlesian is basically French and it's one of my half-dozen languages (and the one I know best next to English and my ancestral tongue). I can probably try Italian. The Asian languages notsomuch.

19) First fandom you wrote for? Dragon Age, my beauty. I'm still here. Oh have we said Fuck You EA yet? Because fuck you, EA.

20) Favorite fic you’ve written? The Internship was a favorite for a good while, because I had quite a bit of experience to write from. But honestly I still love the character that has become Tara Fucking Thorne so I'll still love writing her. She talks like I do.

All my love, vic 🖤

[kittynugg]

Killing Filbrick in every fanwork is such a mood.

Anyway- I personally have 3 headcanons for what Stan's middle name could be:

1. Romanoff - Because I'm not sure a 1950s male baby would have been allowed to have a feminine middle name, but I still want him to be named after his mother. Although if paired with a trans Stan hc, I like the idea of his middle name being Caryn

2. Filbrick - Because the twins' genitor got even more lazy with their middle names and decided to just slap those birth documents with the same middle name

3. My tag where I joked about Stan having no middle name made me think about what if Filbrick literally decided to not give his other child any middle name (not sure how legal that is)

I literally wrote all of this and forgot to ask if the Caryn middle name was your hc or if it had been made canon and it slipped my knowledge

Anyway while writing this, I just got hit with a new idea- Filbrick didn't want kids, and even less twins. So, what if he couldn't be bothered with coming up with a name for the 2nd one and gave him as middle name the name of the firstborn ?

As a conclusion to this essay, the Romanoff middle name hc is my fav and I hold it very close to my heart, but in my head the Filbrick middle name hc is more realistic, and it breaks me. The only problem I see with it is that I headcanon Shermie as the older brother, so I don't know why Filbrick wouldn't have given his name to his firstborn (although I can counteract my own argument with- he got the name of one of his grandfathers. That or Filbrick couldn't be less bothered with names he used the same middle name on at least 2 of his children)

i think you can choose not to give your kid a middle name and that'd be kinda funny ngl like "i dont know these two kids' personalities yet because they were born six minutes ago and don't have them. but i like this one more you get a middle name and the other one eh throw him in the garbage idk"

i doooont think caryn is canon i just went for it because ford's named after filbrick, but romanoff is honestly sm better. its so much better and i'd love to adopt that headcanon but i think i've already referred to him as "stanley caryn pines" somewhere on the internet and that means there's no turning back. like. once the hc is public it stays

also i love how you dont even call him their father because he is not he is a sperm donor at best fuuuuuck that

I LIKE THE FIRSTBORN IDEA THOUGH STANLEY SHERMAN PINES THATS GOOD

but something ive always been curious about since i headcanon shermie as the baby in atots-- who the fuck is that baby if shermie is the older brother 😭 entirely /lh but also a genuine question

[coimbrabertone]

The Best F1 Season For A Non-Contender?

Well, the biggest story coming out of the 2024 United States Grand Prix is without a doubt the Verstappen/Norris thing.

To recap, Lando is coming after Max hard, gets run on the backstraight after run on the backstraight, but keeps going to the outside and can't pull the move off.

Finally, on lap 52, Lando has a good enough run that he's ahead, on the outside, but ahead. So what then?

Well, Max Verstappen is on the inside so he just divebombs to get the apex, goes wide, pushes Lando wide with him, and Lando has to pass around the outside in the runoff.

He's finally ahead.

Except no, fuck you, this is F1 and fun isn't allowed.

So the stewards are investigating this move where no contact was made, nobody got hurt, and there was enough runoff all around to land an Antonov AN-225 in.

And Lando gets the penalty. Lando.

Why? Overtaking off track.

Lando is 4.1 seconds ahead at the end of the race, gets dropped behind Max in the standings, everyone on social media is pissed. Some people - who are wrong - think that Max had the right because he was in front at the apex, others think Lando should've just given the position back and retaken it on track, which probably would've been the smart play in retrospect.

It's also kinda the racing equivalent of cuckolding though, isn't it?

Like, are we really watching for someone to have to give up a position to avoid getting a penalty?

"Ah yes sir, you drove me off track like a prick sir, but here's the position sir, have a good one sir."

Ridiculous.

Anyway, I'm sure this is the 97th different place you've heard about this incident, so I'll leave it there. Instead, I'm gonna talk about something overshadowed by all the petty bullshit going on between these two championship contenders.

And that's the fact that Charles Leclerc is quietly putting together a dream season.

First, he wins the Monaco Grand Prix. Winning Monaco is already a feather in the cap for an F1 driver, but it's also his home race, so that might just be one of the most special wins imaginable. Especially when you consider how miserable Charles' luck at Monte Carlo has been before now.

Then, he wins the Italian Grand Prix in a Ferrari for the second time, no less. He's won his own home race and he's won his team's home race, what more could you ask for in a season?

Well, the first race weekend back from his birthday on October 16th, Leclerc goes and leads home a Ferrari 1-2 at the United States Grand Prix. Now, I'm an American so the USGP is a special event for me - I wrote a blogpost all about its history last week - but I recognize that isn't the case for the Monegasque Leclerc.

Still, a GP win is still an amazing birthday present.

What a way to bounce back considering he was disqualified last year for plank wear as well.

So, that's three wins on the season, each one having something special about it. Does that make it the best season ever for a non-contender?

Well, that's a difficult question.

First things first, what do we consider a contender? In a way, everyone is contending for the championship, so they're all contenders.

Is it a potential shot at the championship then? Eh, probably not, because Leclerc still potentially has a chance at winning the championship.

So how about this: being a contender is having a realistic chance at the championship. So the championship leader and the direct challengers.

This year, I'd argue that's just Max and Lando, since Max has had the best car for years and started the season with easily the best car, while Lando has benefited from a recent surge by McLaren.

For another example, in 2007, I'd argue that Raikkonen, Alonso, and Hamilton were all contenders, but Massa was not.

So how about Massa's three-win season that year?

Well, he won Bahrain, Spain, and Turkey.

Two places without much connection to him, and then a track he already won at the year before.

In that respect, I'd argue 2006 was a more meaningful season for Massa. His first year in a Ferrari, he's far off Alonso and Schumacher, but he takes his first win at Turkey and then gets to win his home race at Brazil, solidifying his position as best of the rest.

Button 2010?

Eh, he's the reigning champion going into a good team like McLaren and ends up dropping away from the championship pack after Korea, and only takes two wins to his name: Australia and China.

I can't think of a reason those races would be special for him.

What about Button in 2011? Is he a contender that year? That's actually hard for me to say. He's second, he was painted as the challenger to Vettel, but he finished more than a hundred points off. Is that much of a rivalry?

Then again, can we really say 2011 only had one contender?

I'm not sure.

Canada, Hungary, and Suzuka are a decent set of tracks if you're gonna take three wins in a season, especially given how Canada went down, with it being Jenson's career drive.

That one could count then, I reckon.

How about further back in history?

What about 1966, when Ludovico Scarfiotti did literally two races - Germany and Italy - and won the latter. An Italian winning the Italian Grand Prix in a Ferrari has got to be special, right? Especially when you consider that this is the last time an Italian won the Italian Grand Prix. Not just in a Ferrari, but at all.

I suppose it's also as close as F1 has ever gotten to that 2006 Valencia Grand Prix in MotoGP where Troy Bayliss returned to MotoGP, filling in for the injured Sete Gibernau at one race at Ducati.

A race with Bayliss proceeded to win.

Troy hadn't won any races in full seasons with Ducati in 2003 and 2004, nor in his partial campaign with Camel Honda in 2005, but he comes back in 2006 as a replacement rider for one race and goes on to win that thing.

It's a wonderful racing moment, and Scarfiotti at Monza in 1966 is probably as close as F1 ever got to that.

Oh here's one.

Jody Scheckter in 1976. The whole world is watching Hunt vs. Lauda, McLaren vs. Ferrari, and here's Jody Scheckter in a six-wheeled Tyrrell casually winning the Swedish Grand Prix, taking four second places, and ending the season as best of the rest.

The Swedish Grand Prix was a great race for these one-off weird winners actually. Scheckter in the Tyrrell P34 in 1976, Jacques Laffite in the Matra V12 powered Ligier in 1977, and of course 1979 with Niki Lauda winning in the fan car.

Ooh, speaking of 1977, I think we have a contender!

...A contender for non-contenders? Yes actually.

Mario Andretti in 1977. He's got the Lotus 78, the first ground effect car in Formula One history, and it's not quite ready to win the championship, but it's still going on a tear.

Winning the USGP West at Long Beach, a home race for Andretti. Then winning at Spain and France, and finally winning the Italian Grand Prix, the other race Mario could call home. That sounds like an awful good season to me, potentially even better than Leclerc this year. He also finished third that year, so it lines up there as well.

How about this? We'll see if Leclerc can win another race or two this year, and if not, then I'll give it to Andretti. 1977, the best championship season for a non-contender.

Feel free to leave any notable seasons I missed in the comments below, I'm eager to hear what seasons y'all can come up with.

P.S

In other news this weekend, we had the Australian Grand Prix in MotoGP. Jorge Martin won the sprint and Marc Marquez the main race. The sprint was pretty uneventful save for a few scary crashes right at the end - particularly Bezzecchi and Vinales in turn one, with both riders thankfully walking away okay - while the race saw a pretty dramatic battle between Martin and Marquez at the end.

I don't exactly cheer for either guy, so it was a bit meh for me, but at least Phillip Island put on a good race.

As for NASCAR...quite frankly I didn't watch this weekend. I was watching F1 and after that I had a headache and I was mad about the Max/Lando stuff, so I just didn't want to bother with it. I hear Logano won though, which means he goes on to the championship four. Cue up the even year memes.

Even Penske tweeted a joke about that.

Penske tweeting jokes. Heh, that's a new one.

[hana-no-seiiki]

yandere! rich! nerd oc x poor! popular! gn! reader short - midnight darling

guess who got recently got accepted into the biology course in ateneo and is binge watching gilmore girls as inspo? (it’s me. on cloud 9 rn augh-) have this as my tiny celebration. been a while since i wrote for midnight darling ehe.

starting our pride month posts w/ our genderfluid masochist nerd who technically is the most popular oc of mine, isaiah/Isabel!

cw/tw: bullying, harassment, toxic parents

status: unedited and rushed af

“Papatayin na talaga kita.”

You weren’t always the perfect pristine popular student. Acting didn’t come to you naturally. You had to learn through trial and error; through fire and metal. You didn’t always had an iron grip over your emotions and what slipped through.

As such, at that moment you first met Isaiah — who now went by another name — you couldn’t help but shower them with the hostility of cat seeing another enter its territory.

“I - I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to —!”

“When I make promises, I follow through with them.” You covered their mouth before he could even complete his stupid waste of an excuse, “I promised to bring you hell when you broke my project last semester, and I did.”

You recount the days you spent making sure Isaiah experienced true suffering; getting rid of their friends, destroying his family’s fortunes, putting his reputation through the mud and stomping on it til it bleeds so that even if you did nothing the rest of the students in your school would do the job for you.

But even then…

“I promised to the entire student body — to this entire school that I will be the one that uplifts it. That I will make it known throughout the country as the one that miraculously got a student to Mediasnoches.”

Tears escaped your eyes. How long has it been since the last time you legitimately cried? It had been so long that you started to think you were simply completely incapable of it. How could you cry when you were too busy to even feel? Hours and hours spent on studying, making notes, reviewing those notes at least ten times, making flashcards and schedules, drowning yourself in extracurriculars. Your schedule just didn’t have space to be a sobbing mess.

“I promised my mom and dad . . . na kahit ano man mangyari — ma . . .matatanggap . . . “ Your hand slipped and fell to your side. You legs give up, and any semblance of calm left your visage.

Your face covered in snot and tears was an unfamiliar sight to your classmate. He who had studied it day and night, hated it, loved it, cherished it. He had no doubt it was the most beautiful he had ever seen you been. But the problem was that he wasn’t the reason you were like this. At least not completely. It was their stupid parent’s fault for influencing the results.

His arms encircled your form as he cooed.

“I’ll … give up my spot for you okay? Don’t cry. You deserve it alright? I don’t. I’m just a kid with too much money on their hands like you said…”

So, until the time they could make you cry with their actions and their actions alone, your sobs had to stop.

[ TRANSLATIONS ] :

Papatayin na talaga kita — I will really (fucking) kill you.

Na kahit ano man mangyari — That whatever happens

Matatanggap — Will be accepted

[batcrooks]

THE BATCROOKS AWARDS 2024

After keeping meticulous notes on every Media Property™ I consumed in 2024, here is my roundup of the BESTS!! It should probably be one thing per category but I couldn't decide so it's lots actually. And I broke down video games into so many categories because I play a lot of video games!!!

Best Movie I Watched for the First Time in 2024 (Live Action and Animated Categories)

What I wrote about them: Parasite - sooo good so tense and dark and funny? Isle of Dogs - what a DELIGHT. it was so fun to watch this film, i didn't want it to end. the animation was so good. the logistics behind the making of this movie are simply unbelievable. i can't believe this isn't a more beloved film.

Best TV Show I Watched in 2024 (Broadcast and Internet Categories)

What I wrote about them: Severance - SOO GOOD what a FUN SHOW. it has all the good tenseness of a thriller but it's also so funny in its absurdity. i must know more!! the work is mysterious and important Game Changer (season 6) - this season is very high concept. there have been some very funny ones and a couple eh. Sam Says 3 and the one where they had to find the buzzers were both top 5 episodes

Best Video Game (Multiplayer)

What I wrote about them: V Rising - VAMPIRES!! i loved this game for its tight and unwavering focus on being about vampires. you could build a house but it was always, always a vampire house. you can have a horse but it is a vampire horse. incredible. pretty cool combat and magical spells, some questionable level-up mechanics. mostly fun boss fights almost completely ruined by the final Dracula fight being so so overpowered. really enjoyed this one thanks Abiotic Factor - this has been a very cool survival crafting game, maybe one of the best. it reminds me of a lot of different games. mechanically it feels a bit like Raft, in that it has very unique setting and base building and a narrative thread and handcrafted things to explore. of course it has all the half life vibes but also way more SCP stuff than i would have expected and that's great because it is always fun. as of writing we are doing the reservoir section, which has been a lot more stressful than previous sections, but i think we'll probably get through it alright. with only a few exceptions (how long it took to unlock food recipes for example), the progression of craftables has been good. for the mostpart, resources haven't been very annoying to obtain (other than silver and carbon). the vibes are just so good throughout and so many things have been delightful. since it is early access, i'm not going to knock a star off for the Issues. it is an optimistic five stars. about 52 hours and we have completed all the early access. genuinely sad to stop playing it so i guess it was good!! the last chapter was a bit stressful but it was fun how many new gadgets we got to play with for a little while there. anyway it is now tied with v rising for best multiplayering of 2024

(have a lot to say about video games)

Best Video Game (Cat Plays) (Games I Played With an Audience) (Of Sourdeer)

What I wrote about them: The Roottrees are Dead - so good, better than Hand With Many Fingers. hope more games like this keep existing. the amount of info you got to trawl through was so fun. honestly considering replaying it when the steam remake comes out someday, which seems crazy for a mystery game but there was so much i doubt i'll remember everything. Lorelei and the Laser Eyes - a little heavy on the kind of arbitrary spookiness? I dunno how to explain it but it just often feels like games are spooky Just Because sometimes. The same as feeling like this and other games try to tackle high brow stuff Just Because. and the control scheme is WHACK lol. if it just had a "back out" button it would be fine tho. but this is another game that has made me feel so clever very often. it helps to play with multiple people contributing to the tricksy puzzles. It does seem to be a very meta video game which would be fine but it actually doesn't seem relevant to anything? The instruction booklet, the gameboy game of the maze, the ps1 games, the implication that the video game we are playing right now is also licensed in universe. It's INTERESTING but what does it have to do with the auteur filmmaker and the death of materialism and whatever they go on about all the time. But I'm really liking it so far. A good variety of puzzlers and lots to look into, have only felt stuck a few times. Comically long to-do list though. Could have maybe used more elegant level design? Only deal with one floor at a time maybe? Or at least less. But maybe having so many floating mysteries is part of the vibe actually. in the end i think it is firmly in the second tier of plays game, Very Good with a few flaws. most appreciated for being a rather long puzzle game. more of those please

Best Video Game (Sour Plays) (Games Sourdeer Played With an Audience) (Of me)

What I wrote about them: Hypnospace Outlaw - watched sour play. what a WEIRD THING!!! it was so finely crafted which is funny to say about something so absurd, but they really didn't skimp on anything in this. it really rewards exploring everything, and while i feel like it was maybe a little too loose i think there was just enough guidance with the cases to get you through the story that was happening. very chaotic The Rise of the Golden Idol - while i think overall it is not as good as the first one, i think that is mostly just because the first one was a brand new thing that shocked and awed us. the art style was a bit of a downgrade but still had the expected Vibes and the mysteries were just as satisfying to put together (if not as Cool thematically). i'm very glad to have future installments to look forward to. i can't even rate it a star lower because the gameplay is so good. i love golden idol. I.D.O.L.

Best Video Game (Singleplayer)

What I wrote about them: Dredge - really good!! addictive. 100%'d it Arco - i really liked it!! it was like a combo of West of Loathing and Chroma Squad gameplay-wise. it was really good stories and characters i liked them a lot. the pixels were so cute. i accidentally devoured the whole thing (about 13 hours) so fast but i think theres some replayability there sometime. make a few different choices and see what happens. Animal Well - a DELIGHT!! this game had moments where you felt soooo clever but it did also have some times that were a little hard or fiddly. i loved how it had no (very little) music but so much atmosphere. it was very pretty to look at. the backtracking could be annoying sometimes. but i like that it explained nothing and you could still figure out so much. i've gotten to the credits now as of writing (7.5 hours) but i know there's probably a lot hidden around i will try to find some. i see you smiley faces. i just have to remember how to get back to you. 10 hours later: i have gotten all the achievements which is 100%. to me. sourdeer had to help me get the last ten eggs but i think that overall it was a good difficulty throughout. if you dont try to do the rabbits and all the stuff sour is telling me about that is after even the second credits. so a Nice Game, Brent (Billy Basso)

Best Book I Read for the First Time in 2024

What I wrote about them: Children of Time - considering making this a top ten book. i really liked this one. (editor's note: there are diminishing returns on the sequels. The first one is so fun and innovative, but I don't recommend them past that. The second one is OK) Return of the Thief - yaay a satisfying ending :) it was really bold to introduce an entirely new character to be the POV for the last book in a series but it worked out really well i thought. a good character. everything all tied up in the end :) sad to finish, these were a lot of fun. it is sad that not a single one of these had a female POV. Eddis and Attolia were great but compared to the towering amount of male characters it doesn't seem great. but it is forgiveable. finally someone was gay in this one. so that's nice lol. (editor's note: i read this entire series for the first time this year and have chosen the final as the representative.) Assassin's Quest - Oh ok we are serious now!!! Actually fundamentally a bit less serious because there are dragons now but it made it work. Ended really bittersweet and if I didn't know the characters will return someday I would have been pretty thoroughly bummed out about it. Excellent fun book really elevated the other two. Fantasy books really get you drinking the divine right of kings koolaid. Will start on the next trilogy now, have no idea what to expect from it except that it isn't about any of these characters afaik but same world. It has been a real treat to stumble on to long completed series this year. (editors note: final book to a trilogy)

And that's it!! If you want to see every media I consumed this year and my star ratings and comments about them, here's a link to them! (It's a spreadsheet)