#genuinely asking because I don’t want to disappoint y’all

[yanderecrazysie]

Oh you can write for Neige! I Imagine a reverse scenario with him where if Neige kept stealing roles that Vil wanted, Vil unknowingly stole Neige's crush from him. Like maybe him and reader are both actors and she's like the perfect princess in his eyes especially with her heroine roles! Until reader watched some of Vil's villain roles and fell in love with his characters. So much so that she started talking to Neige about how cool he is and how fun being a villain character seems to be. Even going as far as to try auditioning for villainess roles because now she wants some of that action.

Cuz lets face it, villains are more often geeked out about more than the heroes.

Title: Stolen Spotlight

Pairings: Yandere! Neige LeBlanche x F! Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes

Description: Why would you want Vil when Prince Charming is right here?

Note: I genuinely would love to make a part 2 to this, what do y’all think?

“Vil is so amazing, isn’t he?”

Neige sank a little deeper into his chair, hiding his irritation. Vil finished his lines for the scene and the director yelled, “Cut! Perfect as always, Schoenheit!”

“Wow!” you squealed, “I got the chills, didn’t you, Neige?”

The dark-haired boy gave you a closed-eyed grin, “Of course!” As Vil walked by, he could sense the jealousy seeping through at the sight of Neige in his “Prince Charming” outfit and makeup. 

It was ironic, he thought, for Vil to be so envious of him, when his hard feelings couldn’t compare to the storm inside of Neige himself. Sure, he could have any protagonist’s role, if only he were to ask, but Vil owned something far more precious…

Your affection.

It didn’t make any sense! You and Neige were always Prince and Princess in the movies and plays you both auditioned for, while Vil was just a villain. You spent more quality time with Neige and never said a word to Vil.

Yet, here he was, friendzoned. All while you pined for someone that could never be the hero of anyone’s story. 

Vil was a cold, calculating villain that was cast aside by the end of the story. He was doomed to be outshone by the prince or hero- by Neige.

So why? Why did you look at Vil like he hung the stars in the sky? Why did you hang on to his every word, prewritten or not?

Neige swallowed the bitterness creeping up his throat. He should be happy for you. You were his closest friend, after all. 

But when you gushed, “I’d love to play as a villainess just once. Can you imagine that? I would be standing beside Vil, then!” Neige could barely stand it.

His nails dug into his palm, leaving crescent moon nail markings. That wasn’t how the story was supposed to go.

Neige forced a laugh, “Oh? But wouldn’t that ruin your image? Fans might not like seeing you as the villain.”

Your eyes filled with doubt and disappointment.

Good.

“Besides,” he continued sweetly, “Playing a villain means you’d have to go against me. Are you sure you want that?”

He knew you loved him- even if it wasn’t in the way he wanted. He was your best friend, your co-star, your Prince Charming… He had spent years on screen perfecting your chemistry on screen.

Yet, Vil stole your love right from under him.

So, Neige smiled, sickly sweet, “You don’t need to change, you know,” he murmured, “You’re perfect just the way you are.”

You seemed to consider his words, but you still looked at Vil, who was getting his makeup touched up, with longing.

Neige had spent years beside you, matching your every step in dance scenes, cradling you in his arms, even kissing you once or twice. And yet, you’d throw all that away to be with someone everyone clearly thought fit a villainous role.

“You were born to be a heroine,” Neige said as warmly as possible, “Strong and loved by all the fans,” he took your hand in his and squeezed gently, “Not some scheming nobody, second place to the villain.”

Your brow crumpled, “But… it’s not about that. It’s about-”

“Don’t you like things the way they are,” Neige interrupted before you could think your way out of this, “We are the perfect pair. Our fans love us together. Why change something that works so well?”

Your eyes cast down to look at your hands in your lap. Neige nearly sighed in relief.

This was how it should be. 

He squeezed your hand gently, ready to land the finishing blow, “I don’t want to see you end up in a role that doesn’t suit you or get stuck with someone who doesn’t care for you as much as I do.”

Your eyes widened, your cheeks darkening a little.

Neige let himself bask in the way he flattened your resolve without lifting a finger. But just as quickly, your expression turned determined.

“But that’s exactly the problem,” you said, pulling your hand away, “I don’t want to do what everyone expects me to do. I want to try something different!”

His stomach dropped, his perfect mask nearly cracking down the middle.

You smiled, but it wasn’t the cute, innocent one he loved, but one steeled with resolve.

“I’m going to audition for the villainess role,” you declared determinedly, “And I think I can make it!”

With that, you skipped off to your rehearsal, smiling widely, leaving Neige sitting alone, fists clenched at his sides.

Fine. If he had to be the villain to get you to himself, then he would be the villain.

[cloveroctobers]

HOW DOES IT MAKE YOU FEEL — RIO [Summer Prompts]

A/N: I was debating between making this Rio or Manny based and usually I like to alternate but for this prompt it felt more Rio like 😂 so hopefully for my October prompts if I write for Mayans again I’ll probably write for Manny. Anyways! Hope you guys get a kick out of this as much as I did writing it.

WARNINGS: language & things actually got a little 🌶️ towards the end which isn’t normally my thing but I guess I got inspired 😈 Enjoy!

SYNOPSIS: Rio’s so productive he hardly gets a day where he can get enough rest in…what happens when you disrupt that over something so irrational? He swears he loves you but he’s also not putting up with your shit.

PROMPT IS FROM HERE & I’m using: "what's the point of the blanket being on the couch if it can't be used?" "it's for show!" "oh for the love of god-"

<- check out my previous summer anthology writings here.

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Rio preferred it cold.

It just made sense for the weather to be cold or cool rather than as hot as Diablo’s breath. He wasn’t made for hot weather and he couldn’t get away with his dark attire in the hotter months either. That’s where you two deferred, you loved the heat over the cold any day so as soon as the first day of summer hit…you seemed to glow more even when it wasn't golden hour.

You were outside way before the official day of summer hit because the warm weather was actually sticking around in Detroit and usually Rio was down for whatever, in fact he already booked a trip to Grenada in August (which his skin would probably regret as soon as y’all touched down in the West Indies), but for this particular outing felt like a waste of a time. A older Australian couple that the two of you became acquainted with when the two of you picked up the sport of pickleball—Rio still liked tennis better—invited you two to celebrate their furbaby’s (a Chinese Crested) birthday.

Thats right a whole ass birthday party for a dog who was now widowed, you two attended the wedding just last year and the Chinese Crested, Harlowe was still dealing with the loss of their loved one so the couple thought a party would uplift his spirits. It was ridiculous what rich people got up to but you liked to entertain it sometimes.

For Rio? It was all about networking considering that the wife of the pair was a retired attorney and her husband owned a billionaire company. You knew it wasn’t really a genuine friendship (more so out of convenience) they were the couple you mainly chatted with just to past the time when you all appeared at the same events. So the both of you didn’t appear that disappointed when the husband called Rio up just fifteen minutes before the both of you were getting ready to leave telling you that they, “regretfully want to inform that their beloved Harlowe was not up for a party and rather a intimate gathering with just his parents.”

“Do you think they’re still having something but much smaller and we got uninvited?” You asked, already stepping out of your heels when Rio came back into the bedroom to tell you the news.

Rio lifted his shoulders, “we’ll find out if they did but I didn’t want to go no way.”

“I know you didn’t,” you laugh as you spin around motioning for Rio to help you out of your dress, thanks to a old shoulder injury that had you attending PT from time to time.

He pauses with his fingertips brushing against the nape of your neck, “whatchu getting undressed for? You don’t want to find other plans for tonight?”

This wasn’t shocking, usually when plans got dropped the both of you always found something else to get into. It was rare for either of you to just take cancelled plans for what they were since the both of you stayed busy as a couple and separately.

“Nope…we can stay in. We’re hitting the gym in the morning anyway right?”

“I did say that didn’t I?” Rio sighed while you laughed to yourself, knowing he would prefer doing his own workout at the park or even in the backyard of your contemporary colonial—when you were with him—rather than at the gym.

He already had to put a few people in check for looking at you too long or even turning a friendly conversation into flirtations. Of course you loved Rio letting his protectiveness come out but you drew the line at him causing a few to lose their jobs when it was never that serious (to you). In this economy?! He even tried to persuade you into another gym—which was about an hour AND thirty minutes away from home but you liked the set up of your current gym and already made a few friends there as well.

Which is why he was putting in that work to get ownership over the building these past few months (which went from professional to lethal) but that was a need to know basis for you.

“Uh huh,” you nodded holding the front of the now slumped cowl silk aqua dress, “I know you can’t hang with me, so I’ll let it slide and you can enjoy your PTO.”

“Thank you for your permission, mama.” Rio rolled his eyes playfully, which then proceeded to follow you as you disappeared into the closet by the bedroom door.

Rio leans against the doorway just watching you as you shoved into some loungewear.

“I think I washed these on the wrong setting, ain’t no way these shrunk after only having them for a month.” You stated, pulling at the ends of your plaid boxer shorts with a huff.

Rio hummed, tugging his bottom lip into his mouth while he viewed the length of your legs in those shorts, “nah…that ass is growing and it’s giving me and those shorts something more to eat.”

Throwing your head back with a shake of your head you sharply exhale through your nostrils in warning, “behave.”

“It’s kinda hard to when you look like that.” He licked his lips, tempted to pounce.

“Please, I’ll put you to sleep as soon as you get up in it.” You tease as you step to cradle your husband’s face, “get some rest first honey and then we’ll talk.”

Patting his cheek, you went to squeeze by him but Rio caught your wrist to gain your attention once more. Peering up at him, Rio let his eyelashes flutter as he took his time analyzing the shape of you which was part of the many reasons he loved you, “you’re lucky I could use a few hours.”

You just smile at the heaviness in his raspy tone, leaning forward to press a kiss right to his plump and always moisturized lips. “I’ll be downstairs deciding on bourbon chicken or honey pineapple salmon for dinner.”

Rio kept a straight face as he fought back a yawn but still nodded his head at your retreating form. It felt like as soon as you told him to take his rest, his body was underneath your spell and normally he liked having that effect on you more so but he’ll fight you on it later.

What he hoped you didnt fight him on was taking a spot right on the couch to get these much needed hours in. He couldn’t exactly hide it as the kitchen and living room were basically side by side in an open floor plan but once you got on the phone with your girlfriends…that Kiking was unstoppable and lengthy. Moments later it only took you placing the fillets into the oven, sides done and covered to keep warm, with you getting off the phone and finally glancing to your right to notice the lanky frame of your husband snoring on the sofa. His limbs were always too long for the couch in the living room, which is why majority of the time he spent time on the 2-piece sectional downstairs.

Thankfully Rio wasn’t much of a snorer but sometimes when that sleep really hit? It came out and you knew he needed it. Rio was always sitting on ready regardless of his laidback but cardinial personality but you knew his profession as a, “businessman,” was anything but sweet—unless it came to counting the bag that is. You didn’t get much into his business, always being the one to turn the other cheek until necessary.

The both of you shared words a few times at the start of your relationship when you became serious and found out that Rio had people (before Mick) following you. You were an artist with a successful art gallery, which contained half of your artwork along with other local artists, new and young, and you even had some imported from all over the world. Rio tried it with the import portion of your gallery once before but you shut that shit down and the both of you didn’t speak for at least a week—almost two until the gym became his second focus—after making things right with you. Take that how you will. At the beginning you didn’t appreciate being followed and figuring out that Christopher had something to do with it after pulling out your own piece—something you hated to do but you knew how to handle your own business—Rio tried to persuade you later on that it gave him comfort knowing that his men can keep a eye on you when he can’t.

Some may have felt like that was a red flag (half of your girlfriend’s being the “some,” but one of them always had something negative to say about anything you had going on…which is why you weren’t friends at this point in time) but with a love so immense? And a career like Rio’s? You grew to accept it as a source of another security blanket since you didn’t like to get your hands dirty. Having that kind of power where someone could do that for you? Was indescribable. Sure Rio’s methods of getting to the money may require things you didn’t really agree with, you kept your own business clean just how you wanted but the way you felt about Rio was not something that could just vanish. You knew what his business entailed but you didn’t need to see the grit of it.

So maybe you did get off just a little at your man having that kind of pull on these streets.

Somebody should sue oh wait…they tried that and were part of a missing person’s report but that case was closed back in January.

You leaned against the white marble countertops, another small smile playing on your lips as it was your turn to watch your lightly snoring of a husband on the couch. He didn’t even get the chance to turn the tv on to fall asleep to, another opposite of your relationship, he needed some noise while you preferred it quiet and no light. His ankles hung off the sofa, one hand crossed over his chest as he held onto his shoulder in slumber. It wasn’t until you noticed the bright colored fiesta floral blanket pulled up and slanted underneath his chin that had you entering the living space.

You almost stopped your actions as you stared down at him in peace. You hated him watching you sleep and here you were doing the same but that didn’t last long as you shifted the spatula in your hand.

SLAP!

The stinging Rio felt against his forehead jolted him awake. His lengthy lashes popped open, making him sit up some as he tried to figure out what and who just assaulted him. He blinked a couple of times, trying to focus his vision before he shifted his view to you and that teal silicone spatula.

A furrow appeared seconds later, hand going from his shoulder to rub at the spot in between his thick brows. “What’s goin’ on?”

His voice is groggy and you almost felt bad for slapping the mess out of him. Yet he should be thankful that you didn’t slap the eagle tattoo right off the skin of his throat. The blood rushed to that spot on the center of his forehead but him rubbing at it only made it worse.

“I can ask you the same thing, why are you cuddled up with that blanket?” You motioned to the item with the cooking utensil.

Rio licked his lips, glancing down at the peach, orange, yellow, green, and navy blue blanket. He clears his throat, “Whatchu mean? I’m sleeping and the air’s on.”

Not Mr. Cool needing a blanket when he’s the one who loved having the house set on: icebox where his heart used to be, Omarion needs to slide glide and collect his boy real talk.

“Whose fault is that? I told you it didn’t need to be lower than seventy.”

Rio side eyed you a bit and proceeded to close his eyes again, ready to check out but you kicked at the cushion he laid against. Which made him sit up on his elbows, pinching the space in between his brows, “what’s good wit you? You think that makes sense to have the thermostat set on seventy when it’s damn near ninety out that front door?”

“Yes. It’s all about comfort.”

“That’s what I’m tryin’ to do with this blanket, thank you.” He went to plop back down, ready to pull the fallen object back over his shoulders.

You snatch it right off his body, “this blanket isn’t for you to get your drool on.”

“I don’t drool and wait a minute…did you hit me with that? A used spatula? You’re about to mess up my skincare and that’s feelin’ a little disrespectful to me.”

You scoff as you proceed to fold the blanket how you previously had it tossed along the couch, “No it wasn’t used! You know me better than that and I know you take pride in self care. I wouldn’t do you like that but it’s clear you’re disrespecting me by using this blanket that abuela gave to me.”

Rio felt his eye twitch as he exhaled his rising nerves, “…what's the point of the blanket being on the couch if it can't be used?”

“It’s for show!” You exasperated as you finished brushing over the fur of the oversized blanket.

Rio snorted, “oh for the love of almighty!”

You huffed with your hands on your hips, pulling your attention away from the blanket that was back to the way it was, “What?”

“Be real with me.” Rio jabbed a thumb at the direction of the blanket, “you want me to believe that you’re being this extra over a blanket my abuela got you from fucking Marshall’s?”

You tilted your head to the side, “oh no you didn’t, not you being uppity Mr. Serena & Lily.”

“I didn’t even mean it like that.”

“Now you’re disrespecting Abuela!” You pointed at him accusing, “Just wait until she hears about this!”

“Nah you’re not telling her nothing!” Rio latched onto the waistband of your shorts, yanking you right on the couch as you squealed feeling the air hit your lower back.

You elbowed him as you collapsed right on his lap, “are you trying to get me to moon you? What’s wrong with you?!”

He shushed you with a smirk, “Thanks for confirming just what I needed to hear…” his hands slip down your sides and towards your bare hips beneath the fabric, squeezing the sides of your ass.

“No, we have beef now you pervert.” Your attempt to get off his lap was not working for you, at all.

His lips are at the space beneath your earlobe and the way he’s sucking on the skin is definitely leaving some tingles all over your body. Rio chuckles as he feels you shudder in his lap, “what beef? I think we should talk it out, don’t you?”

He moves one hand from the side of your ass to travel up the valley in between your breasts, grabbing a hand full of the one on the left and his right. Your breathing is picking up now as Rio settles you both back against the couch and it isn’t until you feel the plush of the blanket against your shoulder that you come back to your senses.

You pull yourself from Rio’s hold, snatching the spatula back to aim right at him in defense, “that wasn’t talking.”

“Well I disagree and thought it was until you rudely interrupted me.” Rio briefly rests his elbows against his knees as he sizes you up while you cautiously step back towards the kitchen, “you clearly don’t want me getting in that overtime of sleep anymore so I guess I’m well rested enough to spend quality time with my wife.”

Rio has his eyes set only on you and he can visibly see you gulp at the distance you put between you. That feeds his ego enough, he sniffs as he pushes himself to his feet, stalking over you to pluck the spatula out of your hand and to slide it against the counters towards the deep sink. Rio towers over you, using his fingertips to grip your jaw firm enough to get your sight back on him. Quickly he latches onto your thighs, lifting you against the counter and making space for himself right in between.

His forehead is pressed against yours breathing you in as he yanks you right to the edge of the counter, his hands caressing the warmth of your upper thighs, “you care about that damn blanket so much, I want your eyes to stay only on it while I sample my appetizer, you got that?”

A finger ran over your clothed center and you pushed your moan back down your vocal cords. The both of you were famous for your poker faces but eventually one of you would take it off of the other.

Your heart was pounding against your chest along with the adrenaline also running wild at the way Rio was looking at you, seeking to devour you while biting down on his bottom lip as he fought to keep his eyes on you and not on the increased rise and fall of your chest.

His hand snakes up to your throat, squeezing just enough to let you know what time it was, “I said, do you got that?”

You sucked your teeth, “I heard you—

You started just for Rio to push you by the throat with the swiftness against the counter, other hand flying behind your head just in time to protect the back of it while your thighs instantly latched around his hips in alert.

He laughs a bit, “yeah I knew you’d like that shit,” as he lets go of your throat after turning your head to face the living room, right where your blanket sat then using both of his hands to nudge your thighs apart so he can leave you bare from your shorts.

Curiosity got the best of you as you tried to take a peek to see what your husband was up to. Usually he was the light sleeper but you didn’t miss the sound of the pop of his lips, making you turn your head to see two damp digits.

“What did I say?”

Quickly shutting your eyes, you shielded them with a free hand trying to fight back a smile and still holding your “innocence,” as you waited to open your eyes again.

“Wait!” You called out, just knowing what was to come, “…check the timer for the salmon.”

Rio barely let the annoyance hit as he gazed over his shoulder to the clock on the stove, “ten minutes left. That’s all I need for right now…desserts a different story.”

And with that being said you let his touch be felt in the most pleasing of ways, folding at the way Rio knew just what to do to set you right.

Sitting in the dining room, since you refused to sit at the island—which Rio found humorous and promised he would clean—you can’t be eating at everybody’s house y’all—the both of you sat face to face with you on the bench and Rio in the navy chair across from you.

He chewed on his last piece of fillet, hand underneath his chin as he stared at you slouched over a bit. His long limbs tapped against you underneath the table, watching you flinch as you pushed your shoulders back, which added to more of Rio’s amusement.

“What’s the matter?” He questioned, his dark eyes can’t help but to falter down to your white tank top, “you look cold and might need a blanket? There’s one not far from us actually.”

You scowled while he laughed grinning at you, “you’re such a dick!”

“And you took it so well.”

A gasp fell from your lips while you tossed a folding napkin right towards Rio’s smug face, who snatched it before it could touch him. Leaving him to mockingly kiss his lips at you, “it’s all love.”

“We’ll see.” You chewed back a smirk but Rio can read you just by looking into your eyes.

Rio raised his brows, “That a challenge? I can guarantee you we can make it happen.”

Rio loves leaving you a crying mess and talking you down from your high. His drive was hardly ever low but he thought it was respectable for the both of you to get some nutrients in before the full rounds started.

You held up a finger, grabbing your glass to chug the rest of the water, making Rio rest his cheek into the knuckles of his hand with a glint in his eyes.

“Okay,” you exhale, “but it’s my time to set it off.”

Rio nodded his head ready for whatever you had in mind although he’s envisioning reverse cowgirl, “cool, no complaints on my end.”

“I bet,” you raise a foot to caress his lap, “Can help you back to sleep in some blankets that are actually meant for sleeping with.”

Rio groaned for two separate reasons of course, reaching one hand down to grip your ankle, “lead the way, mama.”

“Not until you do the dishes and clean the counter. I know how much you hate going to bed with a dirty kitchen and we ain’t got shit to do so…get to it. I’ll be waiting.” It was your turn for some small payback as you hopped up from the bench, a glare crossing Rio’s features.

You laughed as you gripped his shoulders, leaning down to press your lips against his. The both of you tilted your heads just right as your lips battled against each other soon before you slipped your tongue against Rio’s. It was getting nasty again and he was ready to pull you right in his lap and let you do your thing right there but you pulled back with a bit of saliva between your lips.

“Hurry up, I’ll be ready to take my own nap myself soon.” You wink at him before you quickly pulled yourself from his grasp.

Rio swallowed his own breathing down, hands rubbing at his wet lips first and then the tension in his jaw all while feeling the twitch below again. Looking at the dishes and feeling the pull towards you was another battle within itself. Usually he wasn’t the clean up crew, he had people for that professionally and personally and as he started cleaning one dish he checked his own pocket to book a cleaning service for the morning. However he did take his time cleaning down the island, he wasn’t that cruel.

And who needed the gym anyway when you had his heart pumping enough?

He didn’t have to cancel that too.

Rio always ran shit.

The gym was just as much as his now as you are.

Just how he liked it.

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Continue with my summer anthology prompts & writings here.

[nexternalknowsthingz]

Okay so… I’m so so disappointed right now. Because why do these poor actors have to keep telling some of you off?

Riddle me this.. how the hell can you call yourself a proclaimed “fan” of this musical, its actors, and what it stands for when you go to Melodys instagram, print a photo of her in a bathing suit, expect her to sign it and give it back to you.? How can you call yourself a “fan” when you kiss Jason on the cheek when you asked for a photo? How can you call yourself a “fan” when you follow actors to their cars, follow them home and give them panic attacks? How can y’all call yourselves “fans” when you constantly sexualize, belittle, demean, and dehumanize these young actors? I’ll tell you. You can’t.

You are not a fan at this point. You are creepy, you are an asshole, and SOME OF YOU are borderline stalkers and psychopaths. I say this time and time again and it’s genuinely so exhausting and so so messed up that I even have to say it.

THE ACTORS ARE PEOPLE TOO.

They are NOT your playthings. They are NOT yours to do whatever you want with. They are young actors who are trying to do a job. That is all they are in the end. I’m so so deeply disappointed to hear all this horrid, disgusting behavior from some of y’all.

I do not care if some of you think I’m being dramatic and over the top. I don’t care. What I DO care about is these people, these human beings rights, boundaries, and their decency being violated and disrespected on a daily basis. This is not about theatre anymore. This is about human decency, rights, and boundaries.

I said this before and I will say it again, I am aware that this issue is not coming from a lot of you, this message isn’t for you. This message is for the people who read all of this, who hear all this disturbing news from the actors and think that it is okay. This is for the people who currently DO these things and think it’s okay and even “cool”.

Do. Better.

[jazziejax]

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐮𝐭𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Lamont Diggs x Black!OC

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - Who knew that coming back to city where her parents were raised would lead to something cute happening between her and this random man

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - none…I think…

𝐉𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞’𝐬 ����𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 -I don’t even know if this is anyone’s cup of tea but I wrote it. This has been my man since Earl and the dying girl, so don’t even. I’ve searched high and low for anything for him in any way, shape or form and I’ve only seen one. So this was lowkey just for me, but I hope y’all enjoy. As you can see I’ve been in a a little writing rampage a bit but that doesn’t mean get your hopes up.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 3,629+

The morning sun poured into the Porsche panoramic window as the car curried through the Miami streets. The woman driving kept glancing in the rearview mirror, looking at the small boy in the back seat as he nodded his along with the song on the radio. He sat in his car seat, swinging his little legs, his curls pulled into the intricate stitch cornrows she had given him the night before, still fresh on his scalp. She smiled softly as she looked back at him, in his own world as he passionately mouthed the words to ‘As’ by Stevie Wonder. They had been in Miami for almost a month now, and she wanted to check in on how he was feeling about his new school.

“How’s school going, lil dude?” She asked, breaking him from his song trance while she adjusted her shades, pulling them to rest on her head as she slowed down at a red light.

Raheem perked up, kicking his feet a little. “It’s good! I got new friends!” He grinned, looking over at her in the driver's seat rather than trying to look into the mirror. Cree smiled, glancing at him through the mirror. “Oh yeah? Who?” What are they like?”

“Um… Mateo, he’s funny. And Louie, he’s my best friend ever because we like Power Rangers. And—oh!—Melissa! She always shares her fruit snacks with me!”

Cree raised an eyebrow, amused. “Your best friend, huh? Well, what ranger is he?” She asked curiously but fully amused by his storytelling and enthusiasm. She was so relieved that the move from Brooklyn didn’t have that much of an effect on him. They had their struggles at first, new school, and her trying to explain why they up and moved so abruptly, but things seemed to be going better.

“If I’m the blue ranger, he’s obviously the red one, Ma,” Raheem stated, as if it was as clear as day. And to him it was, this was basic ranger knowledge. Cree simply scoffed a bit, jerking her head back at his little attitude even though she wasn’t facing him. “Oh, well excuse me then, Mr.Blue Ranger. Sorry if I want to be sure.” She said. “You know, I liked the Power Ranger before you were even born.” She said, causing the boy to let out a small groan at the words she always seemed to have ready to repeat.

“I know, Ma.” He said, causing Cree to laugh a little since he sounded genuinely disappointed that he wasn’t the first Power Ranger fan in existence. “What else has been up at school?” She continued. He continued to tell her about what he learned, his friends, and he always loved telling her about what they had for lunch and recess his favorite parts of the day. Today, he told her about how they played kickball and he won a pack of gushers from a student. Cree chuckled. “Well, sounds like you’re running the playground already.” She cheesed, even though it sounded a little like gambling since the students sort of better on him to win.

Raheem grinned, dimples popping, before turning his attention back to the colorful backpack on his lap and the new song on the radio, ‘Apparently’ by J. Cole. Soon, they pulled up to the school, and Cree put the car in park near the drop-off area. She hopped out of the car and walked over to his side as she pulled her shades down, opening the back door and looking down at him.

“Alright, little man, you ready?” She asked with a small smile and an expectant brow. Raheem nodded as she helped him unbuckle. Once free, he hopped out with his backpack on. They did their small handshake, three fist pumps before backing away with an explosion, they then pointed at each other, a knowing look on their face. “And that’s what happened to the dinosaurs.” They stated at the same time, causing Cree to laugh at the stupid joke he had come up with while Raheem was genuinely amused.

He then began to walk into the building, being dined by his teacher waiting out front. She waved at her, causing Cree to do the same with a polite smile. Raheem looked back at her expectantly.

“Be good.” She called out.

Raheem nodded his head at that, giving her a small wave as rich brown skin glowed in the Miami sun, his dimples deepening as he smiled wide at her before disappearing into the school building.

From down the lot, Mia stood by her car, watching the adorable exchange while she waited for Melissa to head inside. Her eyes flicked back to the woman standing by the sleek black Porsche, dressed in oversized shades, a cute little white dress that showed liked legs, paired with a light blue flannel and cute blue sandals that showed her manicured toes—nothing too out of the ordinary for Miami, but something about her felt familiar.

It wasn’t until the woman turned toward her car that Mia’s eyes widened in realization.

No way.

Cree.

The Cree.

Mia’s breath caught for a second as Cree rounded her car, and through the dark shades, Mia swore the woman had glanced her way, offering a small, polite smile before sliding into the driver’s seat like it was just another regular morning and driving off.

Mia stood frozen for a second before quickly jumping into her car. She grabbed her phone and dialed up the girls, her voice hushed but urgent.

“Y’all… tell me why I just saw Cree at my kid’s school.”

They immediately doubted her.

“Nuh, uh!”

“Girl, stop playing.”

“I swear it was her! I saw her drop a little boy off—she had on the shades, this cute ass outfit, and everything.” Mia screamed.

“Cree don’t got no kids, girl.” One of the girls said to her.

“I’m telling you, I know it was her. She looked at me. And she was driving a fucking Porsche, don’t non of these bad ass kids mama’s drive no damn Porsche!” Mia tried to get them to understand, but they still didn’t believe her.

“Maybe it was some girl that looked like her. I mean, she ain’t all that to not have a few bitches around here that she favor.” One of the girls stated.

“Plus, what would she be doing out here anyway? Especially with a kid.”

Still met with disbelief, Mia huffed and hung up before calling Shawna and telling her who she saw at Melissa’s school, and this time, she got more of a reaction closer to hers.

Shawna didn’t even hesitate. “Wait… like Cree Cree?” The woman asked, on her cell phone at the front desk of her job at the Plymouth Hotel. “The Cree? The one that made Pretty Little Birds, Cree? Or the Cree Summer, who is equally as iconic in my opinion.”

“No, bitch, not that Cree. The one that made Pretty Little Birds, Cry Baby, all that.” Mia stated causing Shawna to gasp loudly, before quickly looking up and around her surroundings. She paused for a moment before looking back down at the phone, gaping. “Are you for real? Was it really her?” She questioned excitedly.

“Yes!” Mia practically whispered in excitement. “The one who got her money stolen—Cree.”

Shawna gasped. “Nooo. What the hell is she doing in Miami? And at Melissa’s school?”

“I don’t know, but I’m about to find out.”

Without missing a beat, Mia sooner ended the call and opened her Instagram, hit record on her Story, and stared into the camera.

“Y’all… I think I just saw Cree at my kid’s school.”

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Cree hadn’t planned on going to the studio that day.

She was supposed to just run errands—hit the grocery store, pick up some things for Raheem, and maybe squeeze in a quick workout before heading back to his school to pick him up. But it seems as if fate has other plans, because she was texting her good friend, Joey, about that studio he knew about in Miami and getting not only the address, but her own secession for a few hours, and she couldn’t pass up that offer.

She stepped into the dimly lit studio, adjusting her shades as she took in the familiar scent of burnt sage and the hints of weed lingering in the air. The space wasn’t anything fancy— or what she was used to, just a simple setup with soundproofed walls, a sleek mixing board, and a booth on the order side of the glass panel. But it was enough. She didn’t need luxury right now; she needed a place where she could work.

She set her bag down and pulled out her laptop, connecting it to the system while scrolling through some beats she had been messing around with. It had been months since she had been in a studio like this, just her and the music, no distractions, no deadlines, no industry bullshit clouding her thoughts. She cracked her knuckles, took a sip of her iced coffee, and got to work.

The first hour was all about finding the right vibe. She tapped through instrumentals, tweaking bass lines, layering synths, and shifting drum patterns until something finally clicked. The beat she landed on was slow but heavy, dripping with Miami influence—smooth keys, a deep, rolling bassline, and a rhythm that made you want to ride down Ocean Drive with the top down.

She hummed along, letting the melody sink in before pulling out her notebook. Lyrics had been piling up in her head for weeks now, bars scribbled in the margins of receipts, on the backs of grocery lists, and even typed into her Notes app at random times of the day. She flipped through the pages, piecing together the words that fit the mood.

“I'll touch that fire for you

I do that three, four times again, I testify for you…”

She smirked, nodding along as she caught the flow. The pen hit the paper again, and she kept writing.

The next two hours flew by in a blur of recording takes, layering harmonies, and punching in lines until they hit just right. Cree wasn’t rushing anything—she was just feeling it. It was the first time in a long time that making music felt fun again. It’s been months since the scandal of her scamming manager hit the internet and no one has heard from her. Not a post on social media, not a single interview, nothing. And she wanted to stay silent until her case was over because one thing she’d learned from being a celebrity, is to just shut the hell up. Nothing you say will ever protect your ass from people who already set out to hate you, and you never know how your words can be twisted. Plus, this was a court case about her hard-earned money, not some show for people to watch.

By the time her session was wrapping up, she had a solid demo. It wasn’t perfect, but it was her and it was something she was going to work on. And right now, that was all she needed.

She glanced at the clock—Raheem would be out of school soon. With a satisfied sigh, she packed up her things, saved her files onto her hard drive, and made her way toward the exit.

Cree adjusted her shades as she stepped out of the studio, her mind still wrapped up in the music she had just been working on. It had been months since she last dropped anything, but today felt right. Being back in Miami, back in a space where she could create freely, had sparked something in her again. She was zoning out, already thinking about her next session, when—

BAM.

She walked straight into someone.

Her denim tote bag slipped off her arm, and before she could catch it, everything in her hands went flying—Raheem’s iPad, her phone, her keys, and her hard drive, all clattering to the floor.

“Shit.” She muttered, quickly bending down.

“My bad.” A voice said at the same time, reaching to help.

Cree’s heart skipped for a second when she glanced up. The man crouching in front of her was tall, built just right, with smooth brown skin and a face that looked both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. He took up the black phone first, taking it into his hands and quickly checking for scratches before handing it over. “This yours?”

She took it, brushing her fingers over the case. “Yeah, thanks.” She said as she picked up the fallen items from her purse, stuffing old receipts, loose candy, and even a small Power Rangers action figure, into the large bag.

The stranger picked up Raheem’s iPad next, glancing at the colorful case before handing it over. “Got a kid?” He questioned casually with a tilt of his head, though a small smile was on his face.

Cree nodded, shoving the tablet into her bag. “Uh, yeah. Yeah.” She sighed, trying not to overthink the question and get into explaining her complicated life situation.

The man hummed like he had a response on the tip of his tongue but held back. He simply handed her the rest of her things before standing up. “I ain’t mean to run into you like that. You good?”

Cree dusted herself off, slipping her phone into her pocket. “Yeah, I’m straight. It’s cool.”

He gave a small nod, his gaze lingering on her for a beat longer than necessary, like he was trying to place her. She knew that look.

She also knew better than to stick around for it. As attractive as he was, she had no pleasure in dealing with that right now.

“Alright then.” She said, offering a polite nod before stepping past him, and making her way toward the exit. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked away.

The man stood there for a moment, brows slightly furrowed. Her face, her voice—something about her nagged at him. Before he could think on it too long, something colorful on the ground caught his eye.

“Oh, shit.”

He bent down, picking up a red hard drive that had a worn Denzel Washington sticker, his character from American Gangster slapped on the front. His eyes flicked up just in time to see the door down the hall close behind her as she exited.

“Yo, wait!” He called out, breaking into a jog toward the exit. “Aye!”He tried again, but by the time he pushed through the door and stepped into the Miami sun, the Porsche was already at the lot’s edge, easing onto the main road. “Hey!” He yelled again, picking up his pace. He made it halfway across the lot before the car merged into traffic. He stood there, hands on his hips, watching as it disappeared down the street.

“Shit.” He hissed softly.

He exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders and slightly shaking his head before looking down at the hard drive in his hands. He flipped it over, hoping for some kind of contact info on it. Nothing—just one word, engraved in smooth cursive in the back.

‘Cree.’

His brows furrowed as he repeated the name in his head. It sounded familiar. Before he could think on it too long, he glanced at his watch. His eyes widened.

“Shit!”

He was almost late to pick up Melissa from school.

Cree, however, had no idea her hard drive was missing. All she could think about was her music and getting to school to pick up Raheem. Well, that and the man she bumped into earlier.

He was fine as hell. Tall, and built just right with his slim but muscular body. He had dreads, his black hair completing his smooth brown skin—it had been a while since she’d looked at a man like that and actually lingered on the thought. Being famous from a decently young age messed with how she saw relationships. She didn’t really get to have many normal ones, at least not the kind that didn’t make it to the public eye or was with someone in the industry. But even if she were looking for something—which she wasn’t, not with how life was going right now—she wouldn’t be dumb about it.

Still, that wasn’t gonna stop her from smiling a little at the thought of seeing him again. He was fine as fuck.

The school’s parking lot was already packed when she pulled up. She had to wait a few minutes before the teachers started escorting the kids out. Getting out of the car, she leaned against the side of her door, eyes scanning the sea of kids until she spotted that familiar brown skin and those neat cornrows.

As soon as Raheem saw her, his face lit up.

“Ma!” He said as he began to run over to her.

Cree opened her arms, laughing as he ran straight into her, wrapping his little arms around her waist. “Hey, baby! You had a good day?” She asked.

“Mhm! We had pizza for lunch, and Ms. Carter let me be the line leader today!”

“Ooooh, big boss moves, huh?” She gave him a high-five before leading him to the car. “Alright, let’s get you buckled in. We might go see GG and ‘nem today.”

She was strapping him into his car seat when she felt someone walking up behind her. Years of being in the public eye, where paparazzi and strangers had no boundaries, had her instincts sharp as hell. Without thinking, she flinched back and balled her fist, ready to swing at whoever was creeping up on her.

“Woah, it’s not even like that!”

The voice made her pause just as she was about to let her fist fly. She paused as she studied the person before her, eyes narrowing—and sure enough, it was the man from earlier. Except this time, he wasn’t alone. He stood with a little girl beside him, hand in hand. She was cute, all big brown eyes and two neat ponytails, smiling up at her politely.

Cree exhaled sharply, shaking her head as she lowered her fist. “Damn, you can’t be sneaking up on people like that.”

He chuckled, holding his hands up in defense. “My bad, my fault. I ain’t mean to startle you like that.” He stated, trying not to laugh at her startled expression since he almost got sucker punched in the face, in front of his daughter.

Said the little girl blinking up at her. “Hi.” She said with a cute smile. Her locs were in adorable pigtails and her brown skin made her chubby cheeks look so kissable under the Miami sun. Cree’s face softened as she returned the smile. “Hi.” She said with a little wave.

The man cleared his throat, breaking himself out of his own stare of starting at the woman before him before extending his arm, something red in his hand. “You dropped this back at the studio.”

She looked down and her eyes widened when she saw her hard drive, immediately reaching for it. “Oh, shit—” She caught herself, glancing at Raheem, who was already watching closely. “I mean, shoot. Damn, I didn’t even realize it was gone.”

“Yeah, I tried to catch you, but you was already gone.”

Cree smirked, tucking the hard drive into her bag. “I be moving quick.” She said, trying to remove the awkward tension that sort of lingered from her almost hitting him, their literal run-in and just all-around speaking since they didn’t know each other.

“I see that.” He smirked as he tilted his head slightly, that same lingering look from earlier settling in his eyes. “You Cree, huh?”

She arched a brow, catching the way her name rolled off his tongue. She liked the way he said it. “I mean, that’s what it says on the back, don’t it?”

His lips twitched in amusement, but he didn’t press further. Instead, he nodded toward the girl beside him. “This my daughter, Melissa.”

Cree looked down and gave her a warm smile. “Nice to meet you, Melissa. This is my nephew, Raheem.”

Raheem, who had been quiet up until now, squinted up at the man before looking down at Melissa. “This is Melissa from my school.” He said, looking back at his aunt, who made a face of surprise since she remembered he mentioned the girl earlier.

Melissa nodded. “Yeah, we’re in Ms. Carter’s class.” She grinned, looking up at her dad. The man’s brows lightly raised as she nodded, indulging in the information the kids delivered. Raheem’s face lit up. “Me too!” He said as if the little girl hadn’t already said that. Cree chuckled as the two kids immediately fell into small conversation, excitedly chatting about their classmates to the adults.

Cree folded her arms, eyes flicking back to the man. “So, do I get a name, or you just gonna keep staring at me like you tryna figure something out?” She asked eyes squinted to block the sun that shined over his head like a halo as she arched a brow at him.

He let out a low chuckle, running a hand over his loc’d hair before finally extending his other one toward her. “It’s Lamont.”

Cree took his hand, shaking it firmly. “Well, Lamont, I really appreciate you returning my hard drive. You don’t even know how much this truly means to me.”

“No problem. It looked important.”

“It is.” She, hosing the device tight in her grip as she moved to finish buckling Raheem into his car seat, before turning back and giving him a knowing smirk. “Lucky you found it.” She said. “I probably would’ve never seen this thing again if it wasn’t for you.”

Lamont smirked back. “Yeah… lucky me.”

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[genderqueerdykes]

The anon mentioning not wanting to cut hair is so so so real for that and I’ve been inspired to say something of my own by that ask.

I hate how almost every transmasculine resource always has some kind of heavy emphasis on the joy of cutting your hair short for the first time, especially if it’s talked about like this universal trans man experience that every trans man has, because it immediately has me questioning if I’m even a guy at all or if the community would ever see or accept me as one. Like if I don’t do this rite of passage then I’ll only ever be perceived as a woman or as some level of nonbinary (which both would technically be correct, but only like 10% of the time, the other 80% I am a dude).

Like yes, a lot of transmascs do want to cut their hair short and this is totally fine, but personally I love my long hair. I love putting it in high twin tails with bows and clips and everything else and in fact one day I’d like to have bangs with this as well. I like having it down and unstyled because I have natural curls and length that make me look like a metal band frontman when I do it. It’s been one of the only traits I’ve liked about my physical appearance for ages and it’s so disappointing to see everywhere go “want to be a man? Great! Cut off all of your hair—“ as like their main or only resource for passing or whatever. I get that it’s the easiest and most accessible option for most people. I get that it’s common for men to have short hair in certain cultures. But I don’t like the imperativeness of it. And I don’t like the assumption that everyone can do that or wants to do that and would pass after doing that. Having my hair short is like genuinely a nightmare scenario for me and I don’t like even thinking about it. It literally pushed back my discovering that I was trans seeing “cut your hair” being plastered as the first piece of advice on every website because kid me saw that and went “oh, trans men want that? I don’t want that, well I guess I must just be a woman then, idk why I’m so sad about that though”.

And then this along with this recent tumblr “Time To Pick a Group and Hate on Them” wave (familiar either tumblr’s tendency for this, I was young and seeing reposts on Pinterest about the whole Ace and Aro exclusionist shit, signed a very tired aroace) with the whole “it’s so much easier for transmascs to pass” thing— like it doesn’t help me much that I like wearing dresses and skirts and I’m fairly chubby, really short, and have big boobs. I have literal fucking I cups. 32 I. I don’t know how to exercise properly since I’ve always had trouble doing it whether I just tire super fast or can’t catch my breath, I can’t bind because my boobs are far too large and I have breathing problems, I can’t go get top surgery now or for the foreseeable future cause I’m stuck living with my unsupportive parents, I already dress fairly masc usually with oversized shirts and everything, and I already have a deep voice— none of this helps me pass whatsoever. If I were to chop my hair off it would do absolutely nothing to my 32 fucking I cups that everyone sees regardless of what I do about them. All it would do is make me sad about not having my hair. No it is not easier for me to pass and I’m not suddenly conforming to gender roles and appearance stereotypes now just to do it. Tbh it just makes me want to not pass even more out of spite. (although being out in this current political climate might not be the best idea at the moment so I’m waiting hopefully only about 4 ish years— that is if I leave this house by then, ok anyway—).

Like oh but “all transmascs have to do is put a flannel on and cut their hair” like 1. If I did that I’d look like my grandma and 2. I have been told my whole life I would basically never pass no matter what I do, what are y’all going on about. Like why is everyone’s idea of passing as a man “tall, slim, rectangle shaped, short hair”. Like, I’m not POC, but at a certain point I can’t help but think that this description is often times really white leaning. Like what about cultures that don’t cut their hair, would they never pass as a man for it? Are they being trans wrong? What about people who are kinda predisposed to being short or fat? And why the hell is the idea of what a GNC trans man looks like always a tiny, white, slender twink with maybe at most big thighs? Are you suddenly not a man if you look any other way and wear a skirt? Idk, fuck it, I’m doing whatever I want.

One day, I want to have top surgery and I want to stand outside in the summer with my twin tails shirtless and I just want to enjoy being outside like that. Idk, I just wish it was more accepted to be anything GNC while still being trans and not being the “ideal” and I wish actual resources for trans issues acknowledged that you can still be GNC more often.

Tangentially related, but it’s really helped me out just getting into a game where a lot of the male characters are pretty GNC in dress and stuff. Like my favorite game series rn, Castlevania, has this character, Simon Belmont, and he’s got long hair, he’s built really hourglass shaped and has big hips, and he wears this tiny mini skirt tunic dress all the time and there’s no official canon design of him ever wearing pants and like, man, it just makes me so happy. Especially cause he used to be the main face of the series for a really long time— and also the character that overtook his mascot spot is also a GNC man with super long hair, Alucard. It’s really nice, he’s goals tbh. Good thing I’m anonymous rn because I feel like I’d get torn apart by the fandom for that take lol, but man does it really really help.

Anyway, this is just kinda a stream of consciousness about general experience being a very closeted GNC trans dude idk, sorry if it’s hard to read in any spots. I really hope you’re doing well, I highly appreciate everything you do here. Even the stuff outside of queer issues, I can relate a lot to the gastro and doctor issues too. You elucidate your topics very well and it’s nice to see someone talking about and standing up for people in the community like this. Take care!

i really wanted to thank you for sending this, i really appreciate it. i think this is such an important ask

Like, I’m not POC, but at a certain point I can’t help but think that this description is often times really white leaning. Like what about cultures that don’t cut their hair, would they never pass as a man for it? Are they being trans wrong? What about people who are kinda predisposed to being short or fat? And why the hell is the idea of what a GNC trans man looks like always a tiny, white, slender twink with maybe at most big thighs?

correct, the hair thing is deeply upsetting for a lot of men where their hair is quite literally important to them & their culture. making an indigenous trans man feel obligated to cut their hair in order to pass in white societies is so fucked up. making men feel obligated to cut their hair in general is fucked, but for some men, having long hair is part of their culture and gender. as you pointed out, some trans men are just naturally shorter or taller. none of these things should matter.

in general a trans man should be able to decide how long they want their hair. when i buzzed my hair short for the first time it was so euphoric. but i enjoy having short hair on most of my head because i have psoriasis. it's not because i want short hair. i actually love long hair, which is why i keep sort of a long mullet or tail of sorts because men are allowed to have long hair

thank you so much for sending this, and for the kind words, i really appreciate it! i hope things get safer so you can be out. there's nothing wrong with being a gnc trans guy, i'm one too, and people have gotta stop policing how men look so hard. it's not helping any man when we do this. we are making men neurotic and feel ashamed of themselves if they don't look like a caricature of a lumberjack. it's not right.

[hoejosatoru]

Well Trained

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Feitan, Fem!Reader x Chrollo (separately)

Summary: Chrollo is a particular man, with particular taste. Though he loves everything about you, he has yet to see how you preform in bed. He fears that if you disappoint him, it will ruin everything that you’ve built together. Luckily, he knows someone who can teach you to behave exactly how he likes.

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: Dub con that borders on noncon at times. If you’re sensitive to that at all I would skip this one, toxic relationship dynamic, manipulation, face slapping, choking, scratching, rough sex, degradation, praise, Feitan is mean but we know that, Dom Chrollo, calls you good girl a lot, body marking, oral (fem receiving), raw sex, cream pie, not proof read. MDNI

a/n: So I’ve had this idea in my head FOREVER because I want both Chrollo and feitan badly. Writing this concept out was lowkey kicking my ass though. I think I ended up pulling it together, but I hope y’all enjoy.

Dating Chrollo was a dream come true. He was everything you ever wanted in a man: intelligent, attentive, and sweet. Not to mention so handsome. He treated you like a princess and you loved it. Everything was perfect.

Well, almost everything.

You’d been dating for a couple months and you hadn’t had sex yet. At first you thought he wasn’t that into you, but when he kept coming back for more dates you knew that couldn’t be the case. You wondered if he was a wait till marriage type, or was shy in some way. You respected the boundary, despite wanting to sleep with him so bad. If he needed more time, you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but it was starting to worry you. 

Little did you know, Chrollo wanted to sleep with you just as badly. Maybe even more so. He was very picky with who he slept with, hence this long period of courting. However, the more time he spent with you, the more he realized he had genuine feelings for you. He has had some relationships in the past, but he always knew they would not be very longterm. You, however, he felt was someone he could see himself with forever. 

This revelation made him want to make sure everything was perfect. He liked women with experience, who knew what they were doing and how to please him. However, he hated having to put the work in to get his partners there himself. Luckily, he knew someone who was a very effective teacher.

“My love,” Chrollo spoke over his wine, “May I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

He smiled at your eagerness. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

Your cheeks colored at the blatant question. Chrollo loved how demure you were. “Y-yes, I do. A lot, actually.”

“Good,” Chrollo replied, taking a sip of his deep burgundy drink, “I have wanted to for some time now, but there is something I need you to do first.”

Your brows knitted. “What is that?”

“I’m a very... particular person. As I’m sure you’ve noticed,” Chrollo explained, “And I want to make sure everything is just right.”

Your heart dropped a little bit. “Am... Am I not good enough for you?”

Chrollo shook his head and placed a hand over yours, comforting your nerves. “Not at all, my love. Quite the opposite actually. I love you so much that I don’t want anything to get in the way of our relationship.”

You nodded, feeling slightly relieved. “What is it? What do you want me to do?”

Chrollo thought about what the best way to explain it was. “I have a friend. He can teach you what I like, much better than I can.” He say the confused look on your face and continued. “You trust me, don’t you y/n?”

“Yes, of course,” you replied instantly. And it was true.

“I know it is an request,” Chrollo went on, “But it is important to me. Everything about you is so perfect. This will simply make sure it stays that way.” He kissed your hand, making your stomach fill with butterflies. “I want you in my life forever. Will you do this for me, my love?”

The way he looked at you and spoke to you made your body feel weak in the best way. The answer was easy for you. “Yes, of course.”

A smile spread across his face. “Excellent.”

A few days later you found yourself in a building outside of the city. It was a bit dumpy on the outside, but the inside was furnished nicely. You were aware that Chrollo engaged in a very secretive business and decided awhile ago not to ask. You didn’t know, and you didn’t want to. It didn’t matter, anyways, you loved him. And he loved that about you. 

Chrollo led you into a bedroom, occupied by one other man. You felt a pang of anxiety, not fully knowing what Chrollo meant by being taught what he liked.

“Y/n, this is my friend Feitan,” Chrollo introduced you to smaller man standing before you. The way his cold eyes appraised you sent a shiver down your spine.   You said a polite hello, but he was silent. Chrollo continued, “Feitan is on the quiet side, but I trust him completely. He is going to show you what I want.”

Your stomach rolled anxiously. “Wh-what does that mean, exactly?”

Chrollo gave you an almost sympathetic look. “I don’t want to lie to you, my love. I want you to have sex with Feitan. He’s going to... mold you into the exact type of lover I like.” 

You stared at him, dumbfounded. Chrollo was a bit possessive, even early on in your relationship, so you couldn’t believe he was telling you to have sex with another man. Your eyes flicked over to Feitan, his aura making you nervous. “Chrollo I don’t-”

Chrollo gently took your jaw in his hands and turned your face back to his. “I thought you trusted me, love?”

“I do, I ju-”

“It will be okay, I promise. This will make our relationship stronger. Everything will be perfect. You want that, don’t you? You love me, don’t you?” He was so close to you, speaking so softly it made you dizzy. You almost forgot Feitan was there and what this situation was for. You never understood the effect Chrollo had on you, just that it was very strong.

“I do, I love you so much,” you replied. 

“If that is true, you’ll do this,” Chrollo replied sweetly, “And I know you will, because I know you love me.”

You nodded. You were nervous, of course, but you couldn’t say to him. “I will, I promise.”

Chrollo smiled. “My good girl.” He kissed your forehead. “Now go sit on the bed, I need to talk to Feitan quickly.” You did as you were told, sitting on the edge of the bed as the two men stepped out side and spoke in hushed tones.

“What rules boss?” Feitan asked.

“Get her how I like them. You know the way,” Chrollo replied, “Do whatever you need to. Choke her or hit her if you need to. Just nothing that will leave a mark, especially not on her face. And don’t cum inside her, that is for me only.”

Feitan nodded. “Understood.” 

With that, the smaller man slipped back inside the room. Your anxiety spiked being alone with him. He pulled his jacket down, revealing his full face. He actually quite handsome, almost similar to Chrollo. He, however, looked more cold and harsh than your boyfriend did.  He was silent as he approached you, appraising your body language. He could tell you were nervous, which excited him.

“Take clothes off,” he stated. With you on the bed and him standing he was able to look down on you.

“I don’t-”

Before you could finish your sentence he gripped your jaw. “It not a request.” You nodded, shaking. He was not someone you wanted to challenged. You slowly took off your shirt, then your pants. You reluctantly went for your bra, but he grabbed your arm. “I do that. You undress me now.”

You nodded, your voice still feeling lodged in your throat. You were just happy to have the focus be on something other than you. You stripped off his jacket, shirt and pants, leaving him in his underwear. “Good,” he said before climbing on top of you. 

Your body instinctively shrunk away from him, which made him scowl. “You treat me like Chrollo. You would not hide from him.” He place his hands on your shoulders, pressing your body into a more relaxed position on the mattress. 

“I’m sorry I- this is just hard for me,” you admitted.

“If you listen it will be easy,” he replied. He placed a kiss to the center of you check. “Chrollo will mark you here.” He kissed the top of your breast that your bra didn’t cover. “And here.” He kissed your neck. “And here. And you’ll let him.” 

“O-okay,” you replied. 

“Now we kiss.” He pressed his lips to yours, which were warmer than you thought they were going to be. Still, you felt you couldn’t kiss him back, your lips feeling glued shut. Feitan’s hand wrapped around your neck, making you gasp. Feitan laughed, licking into your mouth. “If you kiss Chrollo like that, he won’t like.” Feitan tightened his hand around your throat, choking you slightly. 

You kept your eyes closed and tried to pretend you were kissing Chrollo. It was hard at first, especially with Feitan tightening his hand more. “Do better.” Eventually you were able to get into a rhythm; you knew you were doing it right when Feitan loosened his grip. 

His grip loosening, however, meant dipping lower to your chest. He squeezed at your boobs over your bra for a moment, before taking it off. You couldn’t help yourself, you moved to cover yourself. Feitan, of course did not allow it. He gripped your arms and pinned them above your head, tsking. “You are slow learner.” 

Feitan kissed and licked at your breasts and neck. He was very careful not pay attention to too much on one spot, as he did not want to leave a mark. Feitan took any job Chrollo gave him seriously, but especially this one. He knew how much trust Chrollo had to have in him to allow him do this. He would never break the trust, but he would make sure the job was well done. By any means necessary. 

“If I release your hands, you will listen?” Feitan questioned.

“Yes,” you replied, still with a shake in your voice. 

Feitan did as he said he would. “Put them in my hair. Gentle. Chrollo like that.” You slid your hands into his dark locks, running your fingers through them softly. Feitan went back to kissing you as you did this. He smacked you bare thigh when your lips got too stiff again. You yelped, but continued to kiss him like he wanted. Like Chrollo wanted, you reminded yourself. this was for him.

His hand slid down your body, between your thighs. Your legs shut, making him slap your thigh again and roughly pry them open. “Stop fighting.” He ran his hand over your clothed cunt. You focused on kissing him and running your hands through his hair as he touched you. His rubbed your clit through the fabric. You were surprised how it made your stomach curl, how it felt... good. 

It made it a little easier to kiss him and touch him. You let your hands wander a little further down his back, making him hum in approval. You gasped when his finger slipped inside you, but recovered quickly. Feitan curled his finger into a spot that made your breath go ragged. He pumped his fingers faster, your cunt getting wetter by the minute. Your brain was a confused mess. On one hand it was weird to be touched by this stranger, on the other it did feel good. 

Feitan slid in a second finger and you bit your lip to stifle a moan. Feitan gripped your jaw. “Don’t be quiet. He’ll wanna hear.” Feitan scissored your his fingers inside you, stretching you out. This time you let a moan slip from your lips. “Good.” He pulled his fingers out of you and put them in front of your lips. “Now suck.”

You took in his fingers, sucking at them. “More.” He shoved them deeper in your mouth, making you gag a little. You tried to correct yourself quickly, letting your tongue roll up and down the length of them, tasting yourself. Feitan yanked your underwear off and it took everything in you not to hide yourself. You felt so exposed under his gaze. 

As he stripped off his underwear and climbed on top of you, the reality of what was about to happen set in and you started to panic. “No!” you cried trying to close your legs. It was no use, Feitan was so much stronger than you. He dug his nails into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, making you wince.

“You obey, not fight,” Feitan growled, bullying his way between your legs. You brought your hands up and start smacking his chest and shoving him away. A sudden, swift slap to your face stunned you into stillness. Your face stung as he gave you a look that struck fear into you. He gripped your jaw achingly tight and got in your face. “Chrollo never love you like this. He want girl who behave. Who listens.”

“But-” He dug his nails into your thigh more, making you yelp.

“And you never say no to Chrollo,” he practically spat. He released his grip on you, but his gaze kept you pinned in place. “You going to behave now? Or do I tell Chrollo you don’t love him enough.”

You gulped. “P-please don’t.”

“Then shut up and take it,” he replied, flipping you in your stomach. “You can’t be trusted on back.” He took both go your hands in one of his, holding them to your lower back, effectively making you immobile. You felt the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance, covering himself in your slick. He gave you no warning when he pressed into you, making you gasp. 

Despite his smaller stature, his cock stretched your cunt. You whined as he thrust into you, not giving you any time to adjust. A slap came down on your ass. “Arch back more.” His free hand went down the length of your spine, putting you into place. The new position allowed him to get deeper inside you, hitting a spot that made you see stars. “Feels better for him. And you.” He was right, it felt so good. Your pussy throbbed with each brush of his cock at that sweet spot.

When you bit your lip to stifle a moan, you earned another sharp slap to your ass. You opened your mouth to cry out in pain, but it turned into a damn near pornographic moan as Feitan pounded you through it. “Like that. Let me hear.” 

He continued to pound into you rough and hard. You knew you should hate it, that it shouldn’t feel so good, but god it did. You weren’t even faking your moans, they were all real reflections of the pleasure he gave you. Just when you thought it couldn't get more intense, his free hand snaked around to play with your clit.

“Fuck Feitan!” you cried out. You were on the precipice of an orgasm when he pulled his hand away, making you whine.

“You want to cum? Beg.”

“Please!” Another hard slap on your ass.

“Better than that.”

You begged, desperately, “Please Feitan! Please! Let me cum. I need to!”

“Good.” His hand was back on your clit, rubbing rough circles. “Now cum.” Your body responded immediately, tensing then melting into a deep, euphoric state. You were sure to moan loudly, to show him just how good it felt. You have heard him say good again, but your mind was too foggy to be sure. All you know is that he didn’t slap you again, so you must be doing something right.

Feitan pulled out of you quickly, spilling his cum on your ass and back with a low groan. He very much enjoyed when Chrollo gave him jobs like this. “Chrollo will cum inside. And you let him.” You nodded, feeling hazy and spent. Your body collapsed on to the bed as Feitan got up. He tossed a towel at you and told you to clean yourself up. You did your best to wipe his release off yourself as he dressed and disappeared out of the room. 

You were just finished dressing when the door opened again. This time it was your boyfriend. “Chrollo!” you cried out with relief. You ran to him, hugging him tightly. He chuckled lightly; you played right into his plan. He knew Feitan would be rough with you and knew that would make you love his gentleness towards you even more. It was just another way to manipulate you into believing he was a good guy, to make you desperate for his approval.

“My sweet girl,” he hummed rubbing your head. “Feitan said you did good. Just a few more lessons and you’ll be perfect. I'm so proud of you, angel.”

You sniffled. “Really?”

“Of course,” Chrollo replied, giving you a chaste kiss. “I know you must really love me to do this. It makes me so happy. I hope you know I love you, too. All of the is for us, for out relationship.”

Maybe if you weren’t in such as haze you’d realize how ridiculous this all was. Or if you weren't s enamored with him. But both of those things blinded you. “I do love you! I know you love me too. I’ll do anything, I’ll learn fast. I promise.” 

You returned to Feitan’s bed handful of more times over the next few weeks. He taught you to be the perfect lover for Chrollo, someone who submits fully and is eager to please. Overtime you found the lessons to be easier, even enjoyable. Well, maybe that was too strong of a word, but they were pleasurable. Feitan wasn’t gentle with you, but the more you learned and complied, the less he hit or was unnecessarily rough. You couldn’t deny that Feitan knew what he was doing.

Your favorite part, however, was how Chrollo treated you after. You lived for the praise he showered you with, how he kissed and held you. You never once doubted that he loved you, despite handing you over to Feitan. Your hard work paid off when Feitan finally told Chrollo you were ready.

You were a mix of nervous excitement as Chrollo led you to his bedroom. The two of you went out to dinner to celebrate and now it was time to show him you could be the perfect girl for him. You knew Feitan taught you well, but you couldn’t help but be a little nervous.

Chrollo’s lips found yours as you settled into the bed. Your lips moved against his with ease. You parted your mouth slightly, allowing your tongues to swirl together.

“Take your clothes off, my love,” Chrollo whispered in your ear.

“Yes sir,” you replied. You slid out go your dress, letting him admire the lingerie he bought for the occasion.

“All off.”

“Yes sir.”

Your cheeks flushed as you removed the final article of clothings covering you. Chrollo’s gaze was definitely softer than Feitan’s, but it still made your stomach flutter with nerves. You kept a brave face, letting him look without covering anything.

Chrollo smiled. “So beautiful,” he crawled on top of you, kissing your breasts. “My beautiful girl.” He sucked at the skin, in a way that would definitely leave a mark. “And all mine.” He continued kissing, sucking, licking up your chest and neck. You slid your hands through his hair, pressing your body into his touch. Chrollo hummed approvingly. “I allowed Feitan to touch you, but you’re mine. Everyone will know it. You want that right, baby? To be mine?”

“Yes!” you practically cried out as he sucked on a sensitive part of your neck. “’M all yours. Only yours.”

“Good girl,” he purred. He kissed you again as his hand traveled down you body. You slid your thighs open, allowing him access to your throbbing cunt. His fingers slid through you, letting your arousal coat them. “Soaked for me already? Didn’t realize you were so desperate for me.”

“Need you so b-oh,” your sentence died off in a moan as he pressed a finger inside you.

“What's that? I didn’t hear you,” Chrollo mused, pumping his fingers in you. He curled his finger against your sensitive spot, which had you mewling. 

“N-need you so bad!” you cried. His thumb made contact with your clit, making your body jolt. Your thighs instinctively wanted to close from the pleasure, but you kept them open, as you knew he wanted.

“Think I wanna taste this pretty pussy. Would you like that, y/n? What my mouth on your cunt?” Chrollo asked, toying with your pussy.

“Yes sir! Want it, want whatever you want,” you replied breathlessly. 

Chrollo smiled, loving your desperation, how it was clear you would let him do anything he wanted. He laid between your legs, licking a stripe up your pussy. “Mmm, so sweet.” He went straight to your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud. You didn’t stifle your moans at all. Your hands slid through his hair again, running your nails along the scalp. Chrollo let his tongue tease your hole, while his finger took over at your clit. You rolled your hips into him, grinding your pussy against his face just as Feitan told you to. 

Chrollo’s tongue and fingers switched places. He fucked you with his fingers more intensely, giving your pussy a nice stretch.

“P-please, can I cum?” you questioned, trying to desperately to hold on. You did not want to cum before you were allowed. That was a big no.

Chrollo smiled. “Because you asked so nicely.” Your body responded immediately, releasing on his face. Your cried out his name as his tongue flicked your clit through your orgasm. Feitan had made you feel good, but Chrollo made you feel amazing. You knew your love for him made it so much better.

Chrollo sat up, appraising your body. He loved the power of you being naked and him being dressed.  He loved that he could already see bruises forming on your neck. How you already looked fucked out from just his tongue. How you were looking up at him, desperate for more, but waiting for him to tell you what to do. He made a mental note to thank Feitan again.

“Undress me.” 

You complied immediately. “Yes, sir.” Your body was weak from your orgasm, your hands shaking. Chrollo was amused by how your were so desperate for him that you struggled with he buttons on his shirt. You planted kisses down his body as you removed his clothing, another lesson from Feitan. When he was finally naked, you sat back and waited for his instruction.

Chrollo climbed back on top of you and you parted your legs for him dutifully. He teased his type at your hole. “Beg for it.”

“Please Chrollo! Want you so bad,” You begged, “Need you. Only you. Please let me make you feel good!”

Chrollo made a noise of approval. “Such a good girl for me.” He slid his cock into you, making you gasp. He was definitely a little bigger than Feitan, giving you a stretch. He pushed himself in slower than Feitan did, but didn’t give you much time to adjust. He rolled his hips against your yours, his paces quickly increasing. 

His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly. His thumb brushed against your lower lip. You parted your lips, allowing him to slip the digit in. You sucked on it, keeping your eyes on his. You could feel Chrollo’s cock throb, egging you on. You began rolling your hips up to meet his, just like Feitan taught you. 

“Fuck, I love you angel,” Chrollo groaned, “Knew you’d be my perfect girl.” He slipped his thumb out of your mouth, but kept his hand wrapped around your throat. You moaned, despite his grip getting tighter around you. That combined with him pounding into your pussy made you teeter close to edge.

“Chrollo I-nngh ‘m close,” you gasped. “Please can I cum?”

Chrollo dipped in to kiss you before responded, “Yes baby. Cum on my cock.” Your head lolled back as your second orgasm flooded your body. His name slipped from your lips in a desperate moan as the pleasure had you seeing stars. Chrollo fucked you through it, your spasming walls eventually pushing him over the edge. He moaned your name - the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard - filling your pussy with his warm release. His final way to fully claim you as his. 

He didn’t pull out even when you both finished, leaning in to kiss you more. “I love you so much, you were so perfect,” he praised between kiss. “And now you’re mine. Forever.” 

[fruitbasketball]

And no , she cannot control what people say.

"People should not be using my name to push those agendas. It's disappointing. It's not acceptable," Clark said Thursday when asked about the comments."... Treating every single woman in this league with the same amount of respect, I think, it's just a basic human thing that everybody should do."

This is quite literally what she said for the 3727732th time.

I mean honestly do you hold Paige to the same standard as you do Caitlin? 😭 bc I’ve seen some racist ass stuff coming from Paige supporters. Like what can she do realistically, racism and homophobia is not going to be stopped from ONE person. Even when she said DiJonai didn’t foul her intentionally, and basically said it was ridiculous that they were even asking her that, people in the comments were still saying "she’s just saying that because she doesn’t want black people to hate her" she cannot and genuinely I mean cannot do anything right. Dammed if she does dammed if she doesn’t.

that’s the first time she’d ever said anything like that. do not try to gaslight me and say that she’s been stubborn in that statement or that it is the nth time she’s made it. it’s the first. and she had to be prompted. that’s lazy advocacy.

don’t even try to bring paige into this conversation y’all.

that girl was 19 years old when she got up on national television and told the world that black women matter. she’d just won her first espy and used that fucking opportunity to advocate for the women in her sport who didn’t have that platform. she was 20 when she got up on nba today (also national television) to speak out and tell president biden to bring bg home. no one asked her to do that shit.

i hold paige to the same standard. i hold cameron brink to the same standard. i hold sue bird to that standard, diana taurasi to that standard.

and they continue to uphold that standard.

caitlin just doesn’t.

i’m done speaking on this. bro’s out the playoffs idk why we’re still speaking on her 😭😭😭

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for making a YouTuber feel uncomfortable? 

Here me out please, before you all make assumptions. 

A couple months ago, I(19F) began following a YouTuber that I quickly began to love. I won’t be saying the YouTuber’s name for the sake of protecting their privacy, obviously. I started to watch their videos(which were mainly about a story that she came up with, featuring her ocs) and enjoyed them all, enjoyed the ocs, too. This YouTuber is a relatively unpopular one, but not so unpopular that they’re obscure or completely unheard of, they’re just not one of the big names in the YouTuber community. I made a few amazing friends due to us being in the same fandom and both enjoying this YouTuber’s content. One day, I decided to write a fanfic for this person’s story featuring her ocs. I uploaded the fic to AO3 and made sure to credit the YouTuber with creating these amazing ocs. I then showed it to my few friends, who all loved the fanfic. However, one day I made the mistake of showing the fic to a mutual friend(now an ex-friend but that’s a topic for another discussion) that me and the YT both share, and she sent the fanfic to the YT without my permission. Now before y’all get up in arms, I didn’t mind at all that she had sent it to the YT, in fact, I actually wanted the YT to see. However I really wish that she had asked me first, because I would have been more than happy to show it to them! Unfortunately, a few days after I sent it to her, my other friend(let’s call her M) showed me an announcement the YT made on her Discord, in which she complained about people writing fanfictions of her ocs and “using” them in her stories without her permission. She also stated that she felt like she was losing control of her story when other people wrote fanfics of it, and that whoever wrote the fanfiction “didn’t understand boundaries”(even though she didn’t have this boundary before and also wrote in the announcement that she used to be okay with fanfics of her work, but now no longer is). I deleted the fanfic the moment I saw the post from my friend, but I was a bit disappointed since I never meant to make her feel uncomfortable and only wanted to show my love and appreciation for her story, and possibly get more people to check out her story as well. Still, I deleted the fanfic from AO3. 

Now, here’s where things get interesting. A while later, I joined the YouTuber’s Discord server, where I met many people that I got along quite well with and quickly befriended. I often engaged in conversations with them about the story, and often drew fanart of my favorite character and posted it to the art channel in the server(she’s okay with fanart of her ocs, just not fanfics). Now is probably a good time to mention that while I was in the Discord server(and even before that) I often talked about the story with my friend on Tumblr(not M, these are two separate friends) who did not have Discord but loved the story just as much as I did. We often talked about the story and how much we enjoyed it, and often came up with jokes and headcanons, basic stuff like that, that any fan would do. Anyway, back to the Discord, one of the rules of the server was not to be disrespectful or rude or malicious towards other people, and another was that if you received two warnings about your behavior in the server then you would be quickly banned from the server and no longer allowed to come back. I understood this and tried to conduct myself to the best of my ability. However, one day, I found myself mysteriously unable to access the server, and when I tried to rejoin, I was again unable to. I found out that the reason I couldn’t access the server was because I had been banned due to “disrespectful behavior”, “engaging in arguments”, and making the YouTuber(who ran the server) uncomfortable. I was confused, because I genuinely don’t remember ever engaging in rude behavior with anyone. The few instances(according to them) in which I had been allegedly rude or disrespectful to people were both genuine misunderstandings, and both times I had apologized for them and did not repeat the behavior. I also did not receive any form of warning before being banned, despite one of the rules being that you will receive two warnings before being banned from the server. Still, I apologized for my alleged hostility and asked if I could come back, however the YouTuber said no, and went on to add that not only was I rude to people in the server(which, again, were both genuine misunderstandings), but that she had seen my Tumblr conversations with my friends in which I talked about her story, and said that she was “wildly uncomfortable” with how “obsessive” I was with it as well as my favorite character in the story. This bewildered me to no end because the YouTuber did not have Tumblr and had never once ever mentioned being on or having access to Tumblr, so I did not expect her to see my posts(and even if she did, I did not expect to get banned for them as they do not violate the rules of the server). It made me wonder why she didn’t just talk to me and explain to me that she was uncomfortable with me posting about her work instead of just banning me altogether and not giving me a chance to defend myself. I ended up sadly and reluctantly deleting all of my posts relating to her story, and requesting my friend to do the same. I told M about this scenario, and she was enraged on my behalf, saying that the YouTuber probably was actually upset about my having written a fanfic for her ocs, and said that she didn’t understand me being called obsessive because I acted like a normal fan would(which I agree with). Some of my other friends have sided with me as well and told me that the YouTuber was acting petty, however some of my friends have taken a middle ground. None of them entirely condemned me, but that may just be because they are biased and don’t want to hurt my feelings. The mutual friend/now ex-friend(of course) merely told me to “self-reflect” and move on from the story. Regardless, the YouTuber now has me blocked, not just on Discord, but on Instagram as well, where I also reside. 

Reasons why I think I might be the asshole: I will admit that I have a tendency to really hyperfixate on things and get especially attached to fictional characters that I adore and resonate with, so I can see why that would make them uncomfortable. That being said… 

Reasons why I think I might not be the asshole: I genuinely wasn’t trying to make this wonderful YouTuber feel uncomfortable or be “obsessive” with the story. I merely wanted to show my appreciation for it in a way that I thought was normal for online fans, which included writing a fanfic, drawing fanart, and geeking out about the story with my friends(admittedly publicly). I had no idea that these actions would turn the YouTuber off, and merely wanted to show how much I enjoyed the story. I also was never rude to anyone in the server and apologized whenever a misunderstanding rose up. I never tried to be aggressive with anyone or cursed anybody out or tried to have arguments with people, so I have no idea where that came from. 

So, what say ye, oh wise people of Tumblr? Am I the asshole or not?

What are these acronyms?

[anonymousdisco]

How’d I get Isikiad into Yandere Obey Me Chapter Eleven Part One-Tears, fears, and not so secret discussions

Three important things real quick to make things a bit more clear before we head to the story:

1-) November and December suck up any free time I have. This is due to things I have to do in my personal life that include family, my education, and my work. Because of this updates will be sporadic until mid December with the exception of Christmas. Which is slightly unfortunate because I love writing given it’s my passion.

2-) I’ve avoided using curse words in my writing till now, but I will be holding a poll soon to see if the majority of y’all don’t mind cause I don’t care either way.

3-) Just to let y’all know Reader Cannon Age in the story is going to be 17,998. This is because I headcannon that every thousand years is like one year to immortals, and I want the reader in the story to be just almost an adult which would be at eighteen thousand. But before entering the story the Reader was already an adult for a while so their treatment of her is going to cause her discomfort as someone who is mentally no longer a young almost adult.

The characters ages are as follows:

Barbatos: time itself tbh

Lucifer: 24,331

Diavolo: 24,451 (I feel like he and Lucifer are really close in age given their dynamic with each other, but Diavolo is just slightly older.)

Mammon: 23,302

Leviathan: 22,856

Satan: 22,560

Asmodeus: 21,985

Beelzebub: 21,005

Belphegore: 21,005

Simeon: 24,556

Luke: 10,115

Solomon: He lost track and doesn’t even bother with his age beyond 6000, but he’s considered an adult instead of a 6 year old equivalent given that he’s human and their lifespans aren’t supposed to be that long. He’ll always say he’s 6,000 and holding 😂.

Mephistopheles: 23,334 (he’s around 1,000 years younger than Diavolo because I’m sticking to the canon of him being born to be Diavolo’s friend/playmate for his parents status.)

Thirteen: a lady never tells her age but before she was a grim reaper I headcanon that she died at 25 as a human so still an adult.

Yuki: 16 nearing 17 (Yuki’s appearance btw will be based off of my MC as will her background story which will be revealed later on. I can’t wait to put her in the story cause I thrive on foreshadowing.

It’s also part of my headcanon for immortals like demons and angels to not really care about their age past the thousands part. So if someone asks their age they’ll say 23 instead of 23,560 because to them it makes more sense. Most don’t even celebrate their birthdays every year and only celebrate them when it seems to matter like every thousand years. The only exception to this is when their a figure of importance or of great respect. Then they celebrate every single year. This will be important later on so when introductions are eventually made soon, I hope this clears up any misunderstandings. Have a lovely day and enjoy the story!

(Y/N) POV:

I blinked slowly and struggled to sit up. Barbatos quickly assisted me carefully while chiding me. “Your still a bit weak, My Lady. Be careful.”

“Y-yes, Barbatos.” I stuttered out confused. His behavior was vastly more familiar than before. Just how well did this cliche work?! I told Glitch mentally to prepare a status update for me.

“Where are my Brothers?” I hesitated for a moment acting a bit shy. “Are they… here?” I let my shoulder droop a bit in an act of disappointment not seeing them near.

“Your brothers are nearby. They have taken a moment to rest while waiting for you to wake up. It’s quite late at night.” He gathered a blanket from a linen closet and wrapped it around my shoulders. “Here bundle up, My Lady.” He then walked over to the fireplace checking over the fire.

I sat there staring, just feeling genuinely confused. Those sedatives really did a number on me I suppose since my cognitive ability is still waking up. I could tell I felt stronger though. Where before I felt like glass I now felt more sturdy.

“I will inform the others of your change in condition.” Barbatos bowed before leaving.

“A competent butler is truly something else…” I mumbled. “He knows exactly what to do so fast.” 

“Status update prepared.” Glitch announced popping into existence in front of me.

I read the screen carefully as discreetly as I could. It seems like this worked better than I bargained for. I never realized they had a savior complex. But then again they always seemed to call the player in the game human as if they’re weak no matter how strong they showed they are so I suppose it makes sense. They must need to perceive someone they care about as weaker than them, and it appears I have officially stolen that spot. What will happen to the game timeline now? Did I girl boss my way too close to the sun…?

The uncertainty made me tremble. Till now things have been completely under my control. I knew this was necessary for me to do as a step towards my end goal but still… I felt panic grip my heart. Panic attacks were no stranger to me. Before I died I used to have them all the time. But it felt like ages ago compared to all I had achieved till now.

(Panic attack described below based off of ones I’m used to. Everyone reacts differently to different levels of panic attacks. I’m just going to describe how I’m familiar with one. I want to add a warning in case anyone finds this triggering to not read till my next note.)

I felt like there was cement gripping my heart in my chest shrinking it smaller. My vision felt glassy and my cheeks felt wet. Was I crying? I don’t understand. I feel like I can’t move but I’m clearly shaking. I saw drops of water hitting the blanket I was gripping in a death grip. Ah, so I am crying. Why won’t it stop, why won’t the shaking stop? I want to be small, I feel too big… How’s my mind so calm when I’m freaking out so much?! Why won’t my body listen to me?! I’m still in control so just listen!

I felt someone grip me in a vice grip. Something dark covered my vision. It felt soft and warm. I’m so cold, why am I so cold? I slowly realized I heard sobbing. It sounded like someone was grasping for breath. Was that… me? Why won’t my lungs take in oxygen? I’m telling them to. I clutched whoever was holding me. It felt nice now that I got over the initial shock and fear of being suddenly held. After a while the shaking subsided and I was only hiccuping a bit from all the crying.

(The description is over so it’s safe to read from here if panic attacks being described triggers you. I hope this helped you avoid it if you wanted to.)

Hands stroked my head still slowly as a quite comforting chirp of sorts sounded from whoever it was. I looked up slightly with puffy eyes. “B-big b-brother…?” I gripped him tighter. “Y-your here?” I felt shocked. I hadn’t expected anyone to show up after being updated.

“Yes, I’m here. We all are.” Lucifer lifted his wings from around me as he chirped comfortingly. Cooing to me in reassurement as he held me tighter. “What’s wrong little one? Who scared you?”

“N-no one, Lucifer.” They all gave me doubting looks and I shrunk down a bit.

“It’s okay, you're not in trouble. Just tell us who caused you to have a panic attack. We just want to talk to them.” Satan's smile as he reassured me was scary. It didn’t seem like it’d be a simple talk at all.

I looked down in embarrassment. “No one caused it. I w-was just alone, a-and got scared.” Tears pricked my eyes. Of course I couldn’t tell them the truth. At least Glitch protected me from Diavolo’s gift to see lies. And I wasn’t even really lying, just not telling the whole truth.

“Oh, Darling, don’t worry we’re all here now.” Asmodeus said as he held one of my hands soothingly. “It’s late. Why don’t you cozy up and get comfy. You have a big, big day tomorrow.” His tone was almost patronizing the way he talked as if I was a little kid when I clearly was not. I was too tired after my panic attack to protest though as they all tucked me in.

“I’m sorry, My Lady. I should’ve realized you would be scared to be left alone. I have no words to describe my regret now.” Barbatos apologized, bowing in regret. “My incompetence is unforgivable.”

“It’s alright.” I mumble half asleep. “You didn’t do it on purpose.” I yawned as all my brothers kissed my forehead one by one saying goodnight.

Lucifer POV:

I held (Y/N) in my arms carefully while she slept. A brief argument had broken out in the hall over who would be the one to do so, but I put an end to it immediately. Tomorrow it will be Mammons turn, and it will eventually start over after Belphie’s.

I stroked her hair lightly, still cooing a bit to her in comfort. I can’t believe out of all the things I didn’t notice, I never noticed she suffered from panic attacks. I still remember all the nights I spent helping my brother with their ptsd from the celestial war. Those seven thousand years we spent fighting our own kind only to fail, and end up what we were taught to hate and despise… It messed us up, and we were all adults. What must it have done to a small child?

The pain of the fall, the feeling of being ripped apart and unmade, and the horror of being in what we thought would be a land full of beings who would kill us on sight… Even just the smell of the blood we were drenched in from after the fall. She was three thousand at the time. Did she even know what it all meant?

My grip tightened causing her to shift in her sleep. I shushed her gently back to settling. She must be exhausted from the sedative still.

(Honestly this is the most I can post right now. I really wish I could post more, but my life involves more than writing unfortunately. 😭 Even though it’s Sunday I still have so much left to do today lol.)

Next Chapter:

https://www.tumblr.com/anonymousdisco/768592135177027584/howd-i-get-isikiad-into-yandere-obey-me-chapter?source=share

[sleepysnk]

there’s some things i really wanted to talk about especially regarding my account and tumblr as a whole, so i decided to finally make this post as a way to sort of vent out my feelings on some things.

i’m not gonna lie, tumblr has become a very different place from what it was. i started creating content 3 years ago and it’s gone through so many changes (much expected). however, i don’t think tumblr has really changed for the better, especially when it comes to content creators. this used to be a really safe space for me to come on and create works for fandoms that i enjoyed, but recently, that safe space hasn’t felt, well, safe anymore. there is constant discourse everywhere on this platform and i’ve found that many people here are just extremely bitter? it’s almost like it’s become a mean girl center and it makes it difficult to interact with others.

obviously, this doesn’t go for everyone. i’m not trying to come at people specifically or cause issues, but i have seen my fair share of problems with people on here and some of it is just completely ridiculous.

next, i’d like to discuss the elephant in the room and that’s the lack of interaction/support to writers. it is just mind blowing to me that we as creators have to BEG our followers to reblog or even send us asks. obviously, some people are new to tumblr and don’t understand it’s algorithm, but there are people on here who just simply chose not to reblog for some reason?? it’s not only discouraging, but it puts less confidence in writers and then we aren’t motivated to create content. i’ve said this before, but there is no reason why a 2k note fic should have only 100 or so reblogs. likes mean nothing on this platform. it’s not Twitter. i genuinely have gotten so tired of repeating myself that i don’t even say it anymore because i know it won’t be acknowledged.

i understand people have lives, i do too, but it isn’t hard to send an ask to a writer about literally anything. i think the last time i had an anon ask was weeks ago and i genuinely get disappointed when i ask for interactions just to receive nothing? no one is obligated to speak with me or send me asks by any means, but a little “hey! how are you?” goes a long way. i probably sound ridiculous, but it’s just how i feel about the matter.

another thing that bothers me is when a writer doesn’t write smut or suggestive content, they hardly get any interaction. i’ve seen it myself before and i’m not sure why people just ignore greatly written fics?? i understand that smut is the main appeal. trust me, i 100% get it, but fluff writers hardly get any attention and some of the best fics i’ve read weren’t even smut related. i’m not saying every person here has to read fluff or angst fics by any means, but it makes me sad that people write these fics to hardly get any interaction because it isn’t smut content. the least y’all can do is reblog it.

to discuss my account, i honestly don’t really feel the most happy here. i don’t have as much motivation as i used to and i have contemplated removing my account, but i have some great fics i’d rather not have be deleted. i might start a new account for a fresh start, but i’m still not 100% on it.

and if you read this till the end, thank you! i probably sound like a whiny baby but i just wanted to express some of my feelings because it’s been weighing on me a lot recently.

[mayor-lewis-mail-box]

Hey it’s been a while hasn’t it? Let’s talk

tldr: I will officially closing my ask box in 24 hours. If you have an ask you want answered, have a final message for mod (or lewis lol), or just want to send in memes or goofs do so before then.

below the cut tw for depression, explicit violence, mentions of sui ideation/joke (that really isn’t a joke but I’ll get to that under the cut)

I’ve been meaning to type this for a while, it’s been on my mind for months but I just haven’t gotten around to it. However, this is very necessary and important enough for me to come back and discuss.

Do not EVER tell someone to kill themself

On the last day I posted on this blog, Lewis got an ask telling him to go kill himself. THAT IS NOT OKAY.

“Lewis is gross and I hate his guts” I don’t care

“He is a greedy bastard and shouldn’t be mayor” Still not a reason

“You rp him so cringey and I was just saying it as a joke” It isnt a joke

I don’t care if in your au Lewis is the worst possible man in the planet. Think about it, whose running this blog? NOT LEWIS! Anytime you send a message like that to a blog you are sending that to a person, someone whose just trying to have fun. If you seriously think its okay to send me an ask saying “go kill yourself” block me

Did you know last semester was one of my worst mental health declines? I’m not telling you why, because its none of your business frankly, but seeing that message made it worse. Seeing those words, in front of me? No, not okay

“But it was for Lewis not the mod” Whose reading those messages? Who has to think about what you say? Not Lewis thats who.

I don’t understand why you would think this was okay. I even stated in my rules no explicit nsfw (even if that usually means more suggestive stuff this still counts!). Even just saying “go kill yourself” as a joke isn’t funny. It is not a joke, period. You have no idea who I am, what I do, how I am outside of tumblr. In no world should you EVER say that to someone, and especially not a stranger on tumblr.

Because that’s the real kicker, you genuinely have no idea who I am. I am just worm, someone who’s making Lewis say silly shit on tumblr. You don’t even know who i am, where i’m from, what my favorite food is, nothing. I am actually, for all intents and purposes, just some guy on tumblr. Would you go up to someone on the street and say “go kill yourself” joke or not? Same principle.

I know I’ve said you can be mean to Lewis, throw him under a bus for all I care I’m not a huge fan either tbh. I know what I can handle, so when I tell you to go ahead and send Lewis hate I was sure that you would understand the unspoken line that is there. However, clearly you didn’t, so here I am.

So to that anon who sent it, I am severely disappointed in you and I hope you know that that was not okay. I don’t expect an apology, or any response, and frankly i don’t care. Just do and know better

To every one else, thank you so much for interacting with this blog. I know it wasn’t active for very long, and i know it was mostly jokes and cringe, but i honestly enjoyed doing this so much. I sincerely apologize that you had to read all of that above, but its important enough that i had to put it first.

Especially thank you to the friends I made in this space, y’all have helped me out so much you don’t even know the extent of it. Talking and yapping with you about sdv has made me enjoy being here so much more <3

It’s because of you, the people that enjoyed these posts, that I am keeping it open for just 24 more hours. I will post some more cringe, goofs, and jokes as a farewell. But i wanted to give y’all a chance also! So feel free to send Lewis hate, tell him hes stinky, steal his mustache, anything!

Alright, I’m tired and really need to sleep. This was long lol

Thank you for reading all of this, talk to y’all soon <3

-Mod Worm

(ps: if you think this is an over reaction i kindly ask that you re evaluate why. Because truly, this isn’t. This is me being calm, me being thoughtful enough to explain why, me giving you a chance to understand why that wasn’t okay)

[spidrstar]

A LITTLE BIT MORE

★ pairing: aged up!miles1610 x latina!reader

★ warnings: all characters in this story are 18!!! suggestive i think?

★ summary: Miles has been your math tutor for the past few months and you can’t lie, he’s been sort of your lil bestfriend too because you tell him all about your boy problems and everything. It got to a certain point where you were about to let something personal slip.. specifically how you didn’t know how to kiss. Miles may be a lil nerd n a tutor n all but he still gets play, so you asked him to show you how to kiss and it slowly turned into more than that.. a make out session.

★ w/c: 2k

★ a/n: ok so ik i put up a poll for y’all to choose but.. i rly wanted to write abt 1610 miles esp for this one shot 😣 sry yall i got yall w the next one shot tho trust🙏

“Miles, please don’t make me do this problem on my own.. you know how I am with fractions.”

You groaned at just the sight of the problem and leaned back on your arms.

For context, you were currently in Miles’ room with three different text books sprawled out open on the floor. He’s been your math tutor for the past four months because you failed your last two math classes and couldn’t afford to fail one more because that would cause you to fail the grade. Today, you were both going over things that were going to be in your test at the end of the marking period.

You’ve been studying non-stop all week and grew tired of it (even though all you mostly did was get off topic and have endless conversations with Miles.)

“Y/n, c‘mon you can’t do this every time i’m tutoring you. Just try.” Miles smiled at your reaction to the math problems in the book.

“Can we please just take a small break?”

“..Y/n our last break was 5 minutes ago.”

“Exactly my point!! It’s been too long.”

He chuckled at you and had no choice but to give in. It’s not like he didn’t enjoy the silly conversations you both had. You both saw each other as.. you wouldn’t say therapists but more of a.. comfort friend? Just someone you could talk to freely basically. At this point you were practically each others best friend, you just hadn’t noticed it yet.

Miles always enjoyed your company, no matter what you both were doing as long as it was together. You rarely ever hung out together if it wasn’t involved with tutoring, but that wasn’t a bad thing. You would almost get tutored everyday because math just really wasn’t something you were good at..

“Soo.. what’s with you and that guy what was his name.. Ethan?”

“It’s Evan, and we fell out. I found him talking to two of my friends at the same time and I wasn't gonna stay around to see that unfold. I told them of course, just didn’t wanna be there to witness the outcome.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, Miles knew your situation with guys very very well. He knew almost all of the guys you messed around with, well.. weren’t the best. If he was honest, they sucked ass. They all seemed to go after you for one thing, your body. Miles always hated the idea of you talking to another guy, not in a weird or possessive way of course, he was just over protective of you. He always remembers the nights you would text him asking him if he was free just to cry in his arms.

Sometimes you would come in all moody to your study sessions too and for you that was off, because when you opened your mouth it never seemed to shut.

He palmed his face and sighed in disappointment of yet another shitty guy you messed with.

“I told you he seemed off. He was wayy too friendly for a guy that ‘only wanted to be with you’ I never trusted him and i’m proud to say i didn’t.” Miles quoted with his fingers.

You smiled and looked down at the floor deep in thought, “Yeah well, he was ugly anyways. Personality wise too, he never really made me laugh. When I did laugh around him I would laugh at him, not with him. Y’know?”

“Yeah, I would notice. Your laughs never seemed genuine around him.” He shrugged.

You smirked and cocked an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And what’s ‘genuine’ to you?”

Miles leaned in and placed his palms on his knees looking up at the ceiling thinking of what to say.

“Like.. it’s hard to explain. Around me, your laughs just have a higher pitch and you lose your breath much quicker and you make random sounds while laughing which is what gets me to laugh. Then, around him your laughs were like so motone and you didn’t really hold onto your stomach as if it hurt from laughing so much, you get me?”

You stared at him in disbelief from how much he went into detail, you never thought of how much he really paid attention to you. Your face was a little bright red, you were flustered because you just felt so.. special? The feeling was unknown.

“Wow.. that’s—that’s a lot. I get what you mean though, his jokes were never as funny as yours were. You don’t even have to try to make me laugh.” You smiled.

He smiled back and made a proud expression, you knew what was coming next. Miles always made this face when he was about to brag about something.

“Thank you, I get that a lot from girls. I always make sure to keep them entertained and never treat them like shit. I don’t understand how you manage to find guys like that, I would never do what they do. Pretty sure my ma would kill me.” He chuckled at the last sentence.

You rolled your eyes at the bragging, you knew Miles had game and had many many girls falling for him. I mean, who wouldn't fall for him? Look at him, he has a great personality, he's caring, a momma's boy which, by the way, is totally adorable and he’s just so sweet and genuine. His smile was contagious and he was attractive too of course..

You snapped back to reality, your mind wandering off somewhere else.

“Bet you got lots of bitches huh.” You choke out a laugh trying to ignore the thoughts lingering at the back of your head.

“Nah, it may seem that way but I honestly got my eye set on one girl. I’m not bout that ‘playa’ shit y’know? Gotta keep it real and let ‘em know that cause leading people on ain’t what i’m about.”

You looked at him intensely, really wondering who this girl was. Although you felt the urge to beg him to tell you because you knew how stubborn he was, you didn’t. You were scared you weren’t gonna like his answer so you brushed the feeling aside.

You wouldn’t admit it to anyone but yourself (barely) you had feelings for Miles, you weren’t aware of it until about a month ago when you went on countless dates. On every single one, Miles was in your head and you couldn’t seem to focus on the person in front of you.

“That’s surprising, if you’re not a player like you say you aren’t how do you treat your girls?” You quickly switched the topic and switched the rolls.

“Well, ion be messin’ around with other girls or on that friendly shit y’know? Every chance I get ima flaunt my girl like she’s the lottery.” He smiled proudly.

You scoffed in jealousy. “Wow, I wish there were more guys like you shit ONE like you at least.”

Miles blushed a bit at the way you said you wanted someone like him. He quickly recovered and perked a brow, scoffing with a proud expression.

“Yeah well, I'm one of one. Can’t find anyone like me.”

“I just can’t believe it, I haven’t even been with one guy who’s good enough to show me how to-“

You quickly saved yourself from the embarrassment and threw your hands over your mouth. Miles took notice of this and he raised a brow at you and moved slightly closer.

“Show you how to what?” He asked, smirking only slightly.

Heat rose to your cheeks, you covered your face and grumbled from already feeling embarrassed even though you hadn’t even told him yet. You hid yourself in your knees not wanting to face him.

“C’mon I promise I won't laugh!” He begged.

“Yes you will! I know you!”

“I swear on my pet hamster's life I won't.” He spoke seriously.

You looked up a bit, sighing and agreeing to say what was on your mind, you had always been ashamed of it because you never really kissed just anyone. You wanted it to be special, of course you’ve kissed a few but your old self thought they were special when they weren’t.

“F-Fine. I—I..don’t know how to kiss.” You whispered the last part lowly, too embarrassed to say it outloud.

“A lil louder than that Y/n, it’s just you and me here c’mon.” He sweetly smiled at you placing a hand on your back.

“I don’t know how to kiss.” You said bluntly, looking straight to avoid his striking gaze.

All that could be heard were stifled chuckles and you turned to stare at the culprit, Miles was cupping his mouth with both hands trying not to burst out laughing straight in your face. You smacked the back of his head and scolded him for swearing.

“Miles! You swore on your hamster's life!”

Laughter erupted from him and could be heard loudly throughout the room. Soon he calmed down and collected enough breath to speak.

“He died like a week ago, it's fine.”

“What?! And you didn’t tell me?? Tu si eres malo.”

“Whatever, back on topic. You don’t know how to kiss? How? You’re like, genuinely one of the prettiest girls I know.”

You blushed at both the comment and from embarrassment. You were 18 almost 19 and didn’t even know how to properly have a make out session, not that it was your fault. All the guys you messed with genuinely sucked, and your lips were far too precious for you to just place them on anyone.

“Hey! No es culpa mía, i bet you’re not even good at kissing either.” I huffed angrily.

“Actually, I'm quite known for being a great kisser para tu información.” He admitted proudly.

Then, an idea spiked up in your head. He was your best friend.. you think? Might as well take this perfect opportunity to ask him for a favor, a huge one. This had you nervous though, because it could go two ways. He would say yes and show you and you both would continue to live your lives as if nothing happened, as normal friends right? Or.. you would be embarrassed for the rest of it if he said no. How would you recover from that? Whatever.. might as well do it now and pray nothing bad happened.

“Miles?” You finally spoke, with a serious tone hiding behind your words.

“Yes?”

“Could you.. um—do me a favor?” You spoke shyly, a wave of nervousness was coming at you and strong.

“Depends. What is it?” He spoke more lowly now with curiosity, he subconsciously moved closer to you to hear you clearly. In case you’d decided to whisper again since that was a habit.

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for what was to become. This determined whether or not you would ever talk to him or see him the same, you seriously thought you wouldn’t be able to recover from this.

“Could you..maybe.. teach me?” You looked down at the floor again, biting the inner corner of the inside of your cheek. You were slightly sweating from how nervous you were.

A few seconds of silence passed before you looked up nervously. Many thoughts racing in your mind right now;

‘What if he was making fun of me in his head right now?’

‘What if he didn’t want to be friends with me anymore?’

‘What if he thought I was weird?’

‘What if he hates me now?’

Your thoughts were quickly put to a pause when he spoke up, you thought you were dreaming when you heard the words escape his mouth.

“Sure, I’ll teach you. But are you sure like, completely sure you wanna do this? I’m kinda rough with it, and i don’t know if you’d like it.” He spoke softly when looking at you.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, shutting your eyes and nodding. You smiled sweetly at him, your heart speeding up with a hint of excitement. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about kissing Miles at least once.

“Yes, I'm sure.” You stared at his eyes then his lips wide eyed, your eyes glistening with anticipation. Your lips were slightly parted as you oh so wanted to lean in and just kiss his pretty lips already, but you waited for him to instruct you on what to do.

He moved closer to you and sat in front of you staring at you with slightly hooded eyes. He smirked as he spoke and that’s all you seemed to notice.

“Alright, first you needa part your lips slightly which i see you’re already doing. Then, you just tilt your head to whichever side you prefer and lean in. Close your eyes obviously, then just follow my lead. Simple, you got it?”

You nodded once again, and blushed lightly as he leaned in closer. His hand made his way up and he gently placed it on the side of your neck and tilted his own head shutting his eyes to kiss you.

“Alright, here we go..” He whispered.

With that, he kissed you gently. His soft lips locked with yours, surprisingly you seemed to follow along quickly and placed one of your hands on his toned chest. Your breaths seemed to quicken with every second that passed and he started to lean in more, this time you were slightly pushed back. You held onto the front of his shirt pulling him down with you. Your forearms supporting your upper weight as you laid back on the floor.

Miles now completely on top of you deepened the kiss, his tongue softly grazed against your bottom lip asking for permission to enter which you complied to. He placed his hand back on your neck, his fingers resting on the bottom part of your lower head pushing you against him more. You let a low moan slip past you and you opened your eyes wide, with shock but quickly closed them back up once you heard the sounds he made.

The ‘agressiveness’ he mentioned now showing as low growls escaped his lips when getting a few seconds to breathe between kisses. His tongue fighting with yours for dominance which he quickly claimed.

He broke the kiss, a string of saliva showcasing how intense the kiss was. He smirked against your lips and you both breathed heavily against each other, chests heaving up and down rapidly. He caressed the sides of your waist slipping one hand under the hem of your shirt and leaned in to seductively whisper in your ear.

“I think I'm gonna have to teach you a little bit more than just kissing, ma.” He smirked.

★ translations: tu si eres malo - you’re so mean || no es culpa mía - it’s not my fault || para tu información - for your information ||

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[mfragilevanilla]

My Armin Arlert bf headcanons ♡ sfw!!

➴ Armin is the type of bf whose love language is acts of service. He adores small details the most, small acts that show all his love. He’ll put his hand on your head when you kneel down to pick something and your head is about to bump on a table, or he’ll prepare a warm bath for you before you come home when he knows you’ve had a hard day, because he genuinely loves you and wants you to be happy.

➴ He also appreciates it the most when you do it for him. He will notice each one of the little things you do for him, like worrying about applying sunscreen on him when you’re at the beach even if he wasn’t thinking about doing it, or simply giving him little gifts based on his likes. He almost cried when you gifted him a handmade drawn bookmark with little seashells and book quotes he liked.

➴ Words of affirmation makes him weak in his heart because he adores feeling loved by you. He’s really insecure with his self, and when you tell him small things you like about him through the day he’ll feel his heart warm and how he slowly falls in love more with you each day. Just tell him how pretty his eyes look while he stares at the sea or how much you appreciate the things he does for you and you’ll have him melting in your hands.

➴ There’s something about physical touch that makes him excited. He doesn’t like overtouch or invading your personal space, but he surely loves giving you hugs from behind, or resting his hands on your waist while y’all kiss just to make sure you don’t go away. He’s clingier inside home than outside, because he feels really shy with being touchy or loving when you’re around people. He’ll sometimes give you small kisses on your cheeks when he feels extra lovey-dovey though, his hand always glued with yours.

➴ He’s the biggest people pleaser, and more with you. He hates denying you stuff, even if it’s the smallest thing because he hates to disappoint you. When you ask him to do something he doesn’t like, he’ll simply smile nervously and nod, doing whatever you told him to uncomfortably. You’ll notice this each time and simply stop him, knowing he’d jump off a bridge if that would make you satisfied.

➴ People think he’d like a dominant, stronger partner, but I personally think he’d just like someone sweet and someone that can understand the little things he likes. He’d like someone that shares his opinions and someone sensitive that would love him like he could love.

➴ This man would respect you the most. He’s head over heels for you and loves you more than anything, so you wouldn’t hear a single word of hatred or disrespect for you coming from his mouth ever. As I mentioned, he appreciates all your little details, and would worship the hard work you make everyday so much.

➴ He will also be your biggest supporter in all your hobbies and interests. You like to draw? He’d hang your drawings on his room’s walls and keep every single one of them. You like to dance? He’d go and watch every one of your performances and trust me when I say he’ll be the one to clap louder. You like to do whatever you like to do? He’ll worship and enjoy anything.

First time posting this kind of stuff ♡

Hope y’all liked it!! And also feel free to request whatever you want, I’ll try to do my best <3

@mfragilevanilla 🐰

Do not repost on other social media pls!

[allgoodnamesrgoneee]

I agree with ur sentiment admin but also agree with the anon fr , some of us aren’t expecting y’all to give us a response to our ask in a minute , ten minutes or even an hour or a day , but It just sometimes feel like some readers do get ignored and it’s also upsetting on our part ! I love engaging in your art and you definitely do respond so I can’t say that for you by there are creators who preach against silent readers but then don’t even care for a genuine ask on their fic or an inquiry etc ? So it’s like well damn ?!??! That’s been from my experience at least I can’t talk for the rest . And I don’t even mean asking for an update Cus y’all are busy asf and I believe as a reader we aren’t entitled to ask when your done with a chapter or if your gonna update soon , but like questions on characters and scenes etc would be nice to get some response towards that?

I totally get where you're coming from, and I really appreciate you sharing your thoughts! 💖

As a reader myself, I’ve been in your shoes too. I know how frustrating it gets when you try to engage with a writer and feel like they’re not listening (you don't want to know how many times that's happened to me in the past). But it’s important not to assume that’s going to be the case with everyone. There will always be assholes in every area of life 🙄

My advice? Keep encouraging your faves and try not to feel too disappointed if they don’t reply immediately—or at all. Also, don’t waste energy on rude people, because I promise the ones who truly care will go out of their way for you.

I know for me, when someone tells me they like my stuff, it pushes me to get better so I can keep giving them more. ❤️

Also, there are certain topics that may not be comfortable for creators to write about, for whatever reason it may be. (Trust me 😬 I’ve gotten some strange and downright disturbing requests before that I’ve had to reject) So make sure to stay respectful in the comments.

So yeah, I see both sides.

With that being said...

Thank you for being so supportive and understanding!

The love we get really do motivate us to create more, so know that it matters!

I hope this helps clear up some of the frustration, and just know that your words do make a difference—at least to me.

-Bianca 🌻

[joyswonderland1108]

Let’s talk

Question for the unhinged tkkrs out there since y’all like crawling on Jikook spaces unprovoked so might as well ask. Someone shared a thread with me and i got really curious so:

1/ Why are you bringing up Tae into an equation where he wasn’t even mentioned? Like what does JK’s live or his interactions with ANY other member for that matter has to do with Tae? 

2/ Why are you disappointed in JK for interacting with a fellow bandmate a “brother” as you oh so like to label Jimin as? Shouldn’t “family” be able to interact? I don’t see y’all combusting at the mere idea of JK interacting with his older brother so why should it be a problem when it’s Jimin since according to you he’s the same as his actual older brother?

3/ You say that Jimin came to interact with JK right after he mentioned Tae’s album on his previous live as if WE didn’t read the article mentioning Tae’s album even before JK’s live let alone actual members of THE SAME BAND knowing about it, so if anything according to y’all smart asses, Jimin should’ve interacted with JK’s previous live actually, also, show me where an official announcement of Tae’s album is? It’s giving the same bullshit people were spitting about JK’s album coming on the 14th of July when it made no sense an actual album was coming out then, all based off of a naver article and even when Hybe replied to the speculations, motherfuckers were still holding onto the fact that it was going to be an album. Sure Tae’s album is coming but show me where did Hybe post about the official release date since apparently it’s already out there and Jimin and JK’s “fan service” is interfering with it.

4/ Aren’t you jinxing your happiness a bit too early? What makes you think JK won’t be supporting Tae’s solo? Why are you talking as if you already know he wouldn’t be supporting it? Weren’t you fawning at the idea of them leaving Yoongi’s concert together? So why would you believe or make yourself believe JK won’t be supporting Tae? 

5/ You say Jimin interacts with JK when something related to his work is coming up? Did Jimin tell you personally he has something coming up? Did he make a private GC for y’all to share the news of an upcoming release? Are you living in a multiverse where Jimin already announced something coming up soon? 

6/ You say that Jimin is a natural flirt, he flirts with everyone, why should it bother you that he’s flirting with JK? Did Namjoon tell JK in a comment that he fell in love with him? Why doesn’t that bother you? Also, no one is stopping any member from commenting under each other’s lives, if any member wanted to comment under JK’s live they would’ve done that. You say that Tae and JK are being rebellious against the company and giving their love the freedom it deserves then why wouldn’t they rebel during a live too? No one is holding Tae hostage stopping him from showing his undying love to JK through a live? Also why do you make Tae sound like a depressed and mistreated boyfriend? For someone who claims to love him you sure like to speak ill of him.

7/ Why would you tune out of JK’s live simply because Jimin is commenting? Don’t you love JK too? Why would Jimin’s presence bother you? You could’ve pass it up as two best friends joking around so why do you oh so believe that this is upsetting for you and for Tae? Why weren’t you bothered by Vmin’s interactions in front of JK? Shouldn’t being upset apply to JK too then? Shouldn’t you feel sad the Jimin “the homewrecker” as you like to refer to him as, is being touchy with “JK’s boyfriend”? 

No cause i’m genuinely curious at the thought process.

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

💚anon

[Crashout]

[Magicam]

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[User7291: i swear, some of y’all are the most disrespectful, entitled people i’ve ever seen. what the actual fuck is wrong with you? the girls are finally on the coral sea leg of their world tour, their first time under the water performance wise, and instead of giving them the love and respect they deserve, some of you are out here acting like complete clowns.

stalking their hotel? crowding outside and filming them while they’re on the goddamn balcony? are you kidding me? they can’t even step out to breathe without a fucking camera shoved in their face. that’s not admiration, that’s obsession. and not the good kind.

and then they go to the beach, probably thinking they could relax and enjoy a moment of peace.. but no. y’all are out there too, filming them like they’re fucking zoo animals. make it make sense !!!!! what part of the word 'privacy' is so hard to understand? these are real people. human beings. the level of audacity is insane. do you even realize how suffocating that must feel? they’re literally on the other side of the world from home, wanting to meet their fans, their supporters from around the world, excited but probably exhausted, and this is how you treat them? so fucking disappointing.

but no, it doesn’t stop there, because of course it doesn’t! let’s talk about the absolute vile shit that happened after the 1st concert. some of you had the nerve, no, the fucking gall.. to bash minju. over what? ghosting bubble for a week? after her group was mobbed at the airport? after one of her teammates nearly fell because of fans trying to stick to them? really?

a line of enlightenment, she’s not your personal entertainment service. she’s a human with a life, responsibilities, and feelings. She needed a damn break. She deserved it. maybe she was tired. maybe she just wanted to exist without the constant pressure of pleasing millions of people. but no, that’s too much for some of you to comprehend.

and then, when she finally comes back, the first thing she does is check in on her home country. because, in case you missed it, oh wait, you didn’t, you just didn’t care— briar valley was dealing with wildfires. literal, destructive wildfires. but y’all wanted her to just pretend that didn’t exist? the woman asked if the weather was okay in her home country, and you psychos lost your shit.

calling her slurs? cursing her out? saying she only cares about bv-highlights? because she dared to check on her country? some of you even said you’re selling your concert tickets like that’s some sort of punishment. quite frankly, do it, i dare you. better and sensible highlights are out there who actually deserve to attend their concert. go sell your tickets. shineacle don’t need “fans” like you there.

and what makes it worse? Minju probably saw all of that. every disgusting comment. y’all made her feel like shit. you really sat behind your screens and tore down the most caring, selfless woman who has done everything for her team pretty much her family, those around her, her company, and the fandom. after all the sleepless nights, the constant work, the emotional labor, this is what she gets? and then she comes back to bubble. those messages. are you fucking serious? that broke me. that genuinely broke me.

Minju doesn’t deserve this. none of the girls do. i’m so goddamn tired of this toxic shit. y’all claim to love them, but the second they don’t cater to your every whim, you turn on them like a pack of wolves. being a highlight isn’t about getting constant attention. it’s not about thinking you own them. it’s about supporting them, respecting them, and appreciating everything they do. if you can’t do that, leave. nobody fucking wants you here.]

iamtherealminju: ...Honestly I don't know what to say except for thank you.

Muscle_Red: And correctly said.