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[saiyanprincessswanie]

Lovestruck

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count: 1026

Summary: Steve has been holding in his feelings for a while now and finally decides he is ready to express them.

Warnings: Soft smut, unprotected sex, kissing, hand job, oral (fem), Steve with a beard (yes it’s a warning), using “accidental I love you’s during sex & sleepy domestic sex prompts.”

A/N 1: Thank you to my beta readers @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @pigwidgeonxo 💜 (any mistakes in spelling & grammar are my own. I wrote this on my phone)

A/N 2: divider by @whimsicalrogers & header by me.

A/N 3: This is for @mercurial-chuckles for their Smutty September Fest.

Reblogs & Comments on Tumblr are welcomed and encouraged. 😊💜

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Steve was usually up at the break of dawn to get his morning run done. He decides to stay in bed this morning as he holds your naked form close to his chest. Your soft snores fill his ears as he lightly chuckles to himself. His hand caresses your arm as he takes in your soft scent of vanilla and lilac. The scent soothes him as he relaxes in bed with you, contemplating how to express his new emotion, love. He has known for months that he loves you but has never expressed it because he was afraid it was too soon in your relationship. When was the right time to express it? As you try to cuddle closer he determines that today would be it. 

He moves his head to the side and kisses your forehead gently. You let out a soft whine and start to stir from your sleep. Your hand lightly drags across his stomach causing him to groan from his cock growing hard. Only your gentle touch could make him feel this turned on and needy for more. His lips kiss you again and he feels you start to stretch your limbs. Your right hand disappears under the blankets and softly strokes his length. Your lips kiss his chest as your hand strokes Steve up and down, drawing out his quiet groans. 

“Good morning, Steve,” you sleepily whisper as you slowly stroke his cock the way he likes. 

“Mor-morning love. Fuck, don’t stop.” Steve lets out a deep groan as your hand tightens around him as you work his cock faster. 

Steve’s hand moves to your breasts and lightly rolls your nipple between his fingers. You end up gasping out from the pleasure it brings you. He is trying his best to focus on you and not what that hand of yours is doing. If you keep stroking him the way you are, Steve knows he will cum before he even gets started. He gently rolls you to your back, your hand letting go of him, while he moves down your body kissing his way to where your pussy is. He softly pushes your legs apart and licks a stripe up your pussy then tenderly kisses your clit. You try to close your thighs around his head but his hands keep you wide open. Steve starts to eat you like a man starved. His tongue dives between your pussy, his nose brushing against your clit and all you can do is moan while he takes you apart. 

Your fingers find purchase in his hair as you feel his beard giving you the best burn while he takes you higher and higher. The knot in your stomach starts to form as you moan his name over and over again until finally, you fall off that ledge. Your arousal soaks his beard and all he can do is groan against you. Steve finally slows down as you start to twitch from being overstimulated. He makes his way back up your body, licking your arousal from his face. Steve situates himself between your legs as you stare up at him sleepily. He leans down and kisses your lips, his tongue and yours caressing one another in a dance for dominance. Your legs wrap around his waist as his cock rubs against your wet pussy. Together you grind against one another until finally Steve’s tip catches on your entrance. Pulling slightly back from the kiss Steve smiles down at you.

“God, I love you, sweetheart. With all my heart and everything that I am. There’s no one else I want to spend my life with.”

Your eyes shine bright up at his blue ones. Did you hear him right in your sleepy state? Did he just confess his love? 

“Did you just say you loved me?” You asked.

He smiles down at you. “I did. I know it took some time but I mean it. I’m so in love with you, sweetheart.”

Your lips crashed against his again as tears welled up in your eyes. “I love you too, Stevie. Make love to me.”

With your answer, Steve pushes his cock into your wet pussy. The feel of his long, thick cock stretching you always takes your breath away. As he bottoms out you moan his name. Pulling his hips back to retreat to just the tip he gives you a hard thrust. Together you both make love to one another. Every thrust, every roll of your hips has you both groaning into the heavens above. There was no rush, just two bodies becoming one in the moment. 

Steve kisses your neck and whispers, “I love you,” into your ear.

Your fingers scratch down his back as he finds that special spot inside you. It nearly has you choking on a gasp and Steve knows you are close by your walls clenching around his manhood. 

“I love you too, Stevie,” you gasp out your reply. 

Steve speeds up his thrusts, skin starting to slap against skin, as he pounds into you. You can do nothing but hold on to him, your heels digging into his back as he takes you apart again. The knot forming in your stomach instantly breaks like a dam and you cum hard for him. Thrusting faster into you Steve chases his end and cums deep inside you. 

You both lay all tangled up together in bed and chuckle. 

“I can’t believe you said you loved me finally during sex Steve.”

He blushes at you, trying to hide his face in your neck. “I meant what I said. I love you so much that I want to wake up every morning and go to sleep every night telling you how much I love you.” 

“I want that too Steve. How about we get cleaned up and make breakfast.” 

“I would love that sweetheart. But first I’m going to take you in the shower again. I want to hear how much you love me while I take you apart.”

You squealed in delight as Steve chased you into the shower. It would be an amazing day now that you know how he felt.

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[nikkento-writes]

Bad Romance

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~2.7k

cw: Wild West au, no curses au, violence, implied sex work, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut - PIV sex, blow job, cunnilingus, dirty talk, pet names, creampie

Summary: You’re the Vixen Viper, an outlaw on the run with an outstanding bounty. You find a temporary safe-haven at the Star Saloon, protecting the women who work there while they protect you from the authorities. One night, a bounty hunter by the name of Toji Fushiguro shows up, threatening to cause some trouble. Somehow, you find the perfect way to subdue him.

Author's Note: This is a repost from my old blog! I originally wrote this as a request for a milestone event I was doing and it's still one of my fave fics that I've written, so I wanted to share it on here. I'm thinking of writing a Part 2 to this, we'll see! I just love the idea of Toji in the Wild West, idk, I think it fits him very well. Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are never expected, but always appreciated. Thanks for reading! Divider credit to @/fic-dumpster.

Midnight at the Star Saloon is always lively with rambunctious activity. It’s the perfect time for stragglers moseying through town or the miscreant locals to stop by for a break, meaning booze, gambling, or sex. Usually all three in one night. You’ve been a regular here for almost three months now, befriending the women and men who work hard to keep the patrons satisfied. Whether it’s serving alcohol until they fall out of their seats, enabling poker addictions, or riding their cocks in one of the private rooms upstairs at a special rate, they do it all to make an honest living. Though on occasion, customers will cross the line.

And that’s where you come in.

It started two months ago, after you had frequented the saloon enough times to be considered a regular. It was around three in the morning when one of the barmaids approached you, asking you to follow her upstairs. She led you into the private room all the way down the hall, and inside was another worker, sitting at the foot of the bed, cheek swollen and a black eye all on the left side of her face. That’s all you needed to see to set you off. The perp had already left, but you knew who he was as soon as she described him. And, of course, like all assholes do, thinking they got away with it, he came back. When he did, it was you this time who took him upstairs to that same bedroom, dressed in one of the barmaid’s outfits. You, who flirted with him and stripped him naked on the bed, promising to give him exactly what he deserved. And finally, it was you who robbed him and held a sharp blade to his pathetic penis, threatening to slice it right off if he ever showed his ugly fucking face in this town again. You haven’t seen him since.

At that time, your friends at the Star Saloon already knew you were someone who could handle things. Maybe it was the way you dressed at first, often showing up in cowboy attire, ready to book it if the situation called for it. Or maybe it was because they recognized you from the wanted posters plastered in the next town over, your silly nickname the Vixen Viper in big bold print below an unflattering photo of you from the last time you landed in jail, right before you escaped. They never mentioned it; never reported you to the authorities. Instead, they welcomed you in with open arms. There’s a bounty on your head for the crimes you committed against sleazy men like that, but you hold no guilt for your actions. To you, and to all the women in the saloons you’ve frequented, it’s justice. They need someone like you to protect people like them. Because lord knows that no one else in this godforsaken world will.

You’ve lasted three months in this town without the authorities catching on to you yet. You look quite different from your poster when you’re done up in makeup and a frilly dress, dagger concealed in the garter wrapped around your thigh. And with the help of your friends, you’ve managed to hide in plain sight, posing as one of the barmaids while you patrol the late-night crowd for any possible threats. Violence against these women has significantly lessened since you’ve been around. The rumor amongst the patrons is that men who misbehave get their money taken and their dicks chopped off, which is pretty spot-on to the actual truth. So fortunately, for both the workers and the customers, there isn’t any trouble. 

Tonight is a little different.

You lean against the bar doing your usual inspection, checking for people who are causing a ruckus or getting rough with any of the ladies. You’re dressed similarly to them, though you never get requested to entertain in one of the private rooms above, considering you don’t go out of your way to flirt with any of the men. You lack the illustrious charm the others do; you’re only here for when things get ugly. It surprises you when a mysterious stranger on the other side of the room points to you directly, wiggling his finger to beckon you over. He smirks, the prominent scar on his lips curving with it. You grab your drink and walk over to him, curious to see what this is about, sensing that it can’t be anything good.

When you reach his table, you give him your most cordial smile. “Good evening, sir. Is there something I can help you with?”

He grins, waving to the seat across from him. “I was hoping you can join me for a little chat.” His tone is even, though there’s a hint of something sinister in there. Maybe it’s your imagination or better yet, your intuition. You’ll soon find out.

You drag the chair out, plopping into it, laying your hands flat on your lap, palm pressed to the knife hidden beneath your skirt. He scans you up and down before asking, “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes at him, you answer, giving him a fake one, of course. He nods, accepting it. “Toji Fushiguro. Pleasure to meet you.” He holds his hand out, which you take reluctantly, shaking it. His grip is firm, callouses rough against your own. “I saw you and knew I had to meet you.”

Your raise a brow at him. “Oh? What about me caught your eye?"

“Thought I recognized you from somewhere.” His gaze lingers on yours, expression unwavering.

Your heart stops momentarily, a rock settling in the pit of your stomach. Not here, not now. You swallow thickly, feigning ignorance. “Really? From where?”

He slides you a rolled-up paper, nodding his head for you to open it. “Take a look.”

Trembling now, you obey, unraveling it slowly until you see the words WANTED: ALIVE and your face staring back at you. There’s no need to go any further. You fold it up immediately, heart racing, glancing at your surroundings hoping no one else is listening in on your conversation. As calmly as you can, you lean forward towards him, muttering, “So what, are you going to arrest me? Hog-tie me in front of all these people?”

He inches even closer, noses nearly touching now, his breath tickling you. “Now, I’m a gentleman. I like to know a woman first before I tie her up.”

You scoff. “So what, am I supposed to come quietly then?”

He glances at your mouth, then back to your eyes. “I’m willing to negotiate if you have something to offer.”

You clear your throat, intrigued by his response. “Let’s discuss this somewhere more private,” you say, grabbing his wrist and dragging him up the stairs with you.

“Lead the way, Vixen.”

You lead him to the very end of the hallway, the furthest room away from the bar downstairs. There’s a fire escape just outside the window, your best chance to evade arrest. First, you’ll have to subdue him.

Inside, you lock the door shut, turning to face him. “Are you a police officer?”

He shakes his head. “Guess again,” he answers, opening his coat to display the gun and knife hanging on his belt.

“Bounty hunter,” you state, glaring at him.

“Yup. And you, my dear, have a very hefty bounty on your pretty little head.” He steps towards you, caging you between his arms, your back flat against the door. Although you remain untouched, his presence is suffocating.

“What do want?” you ask him, breathing in deeply through your nose.

“All the loot you robbed from those scumbags. Enough to exceed the bounty I’d get if I brought you back with me.”

You smirk. “Is that it?”

“And a deal,” he adds. “A partnership.”

You stare at him, confused. “What?”

He laughs, amused by your reaction. “I’ll admit, I’m a fan of your work. Drifting through town-to-town, robbing sleazy assholes. And you haven’t been caught until now. It’s impressive.”

You’re caught off guard by the praise, relaxing just the slightest bit. “So, what do you propose?”

He lets his arms down, placing his hands in his pockets while he explains himself. “There are several bounties for men exactly like the ones you hate. If you promise to help me get them, I won’t take you in tonight. I’ll even give you some of the money. If you’re good.”

“And why can’t you do this yourself?”

“It’s easier to get a guy when his guard’s down. If there’s a pretty little thing like you seducing him, catching him will be easy as pie.”

You stare at him, contemplating his proposition. It’s an easy decision for you to make. It’s either this, or jail. “Fine. You have a deal.”

He offers his hand to you. “Put it there, partner.” His tone is soft, almost sincere. You can’t help thinking that if this were any other scenario, you’d find him attractive. Hell, even in this one, you’re drawn to him. You take his hand, shaking it. He tugs you in closer, voice low and seductive. “I think we should celebrate this new friendship. What do you say?”

You smile at him, what feels like the first genuine one of the night. Maybe this isn’t as bad as you initially thought. When you close the distance, his mouth is on yours quickly, lips smacking, wet and sloppy. He slides out of his jacket, letting it thud loudly on the hardwood with his weapons weighing it down. The shirt he wears is tight on his body, clinging to him, emphasizing his muscular physique. You can’t remember the last time you were intimate with a man without the intention to backstab him. In fact, it’s been a while since you were intimate at all. With him guiding you, however, you match his movements naturally, sliding your hands up his torso, pawing at his chest as his hands squeeze your hips, pulling you towards the bed.

He moans, slipping his wide tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss and exerting his dominance. “Can’t wait to see what the Vixen Viper can really do,” he huffs, hoisting the hem of your dress, bunching it in his fist. His fingers trail the inside of your thighs, stopping at the garter, feeling the handle of the knife strapped to you. He clicks his tongue, mouth hovering your ear, hooking his finger to snap the elastic against your skin. “You really are dangerous.”

You let out a whimper, your pussy throbbing with arousal. He grabs the blade by the handle, whipping it out from its holster, tossing it to the other side of the room away from you. You chuckle, lifting your arms up so he can strip you properly. “Are you scared of me?”

He removes your corset swiftly, squeezing your bare breasts in his hands, thumbs flicking at your nipples. “I don’t want to get stabbed in case you change your mind.”

You shove him onto the bed, where he lies flat on his back, watching you straddle his lap, naked. “If I do that, then I wouldn’t get to fuck you.”

He laughs loudly, biting his lip. “Oh? You’re the one who’s gonna fuck me?”

“Yeah, I reckon,” you reply, unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper. He continues to watch you intently, groaning when you shimmy his pants off to release his cock. It flops against his abdomen, even bigger than you imagined, all veiny and girthy. You salivate at the sight of it, opening your mouth for a taste.

“Fuck,” he curses, head relaxing into mattress, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling as you sink down on him, swallowing him up until the tip hits the back of your throat. You bob up and down on his shaft, gripping the base of his cock, swirling your tongue around the head. “You suck cock like a fucking whore. Did your friends out there teach you that?”

You grasp his balls in your hand, squeezing them tight, causing him to shudder. Shaking your head, you say, “I learned this from experience.”

He smirks. “Yeah? Come here. Put this pussy on my face. Bet I can teach you something you haven’t learned yet.”

You release him, crawling up his body until your wet cunt is pressed to his lips. His tongue laps at your arousal, swirling around your aching clit. You grip the top of the headboard, grinding on him. “Oh fuck!”

His hands surround your ass, squeezing at your soft cheeks, fingers digging into your flesh. He hums into your skin, the vibrations adding to the sensation. He nods beneath you, encouraging you. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take it. Take it like a good slut.”

He takes you into his mouth, slurping at your clit until your gushing all over his face, your orgasm shiny on his lips and chin. His eyes are wild with excitement, peering up at you between your legs. Kissing the plush of your thighs, he says, “Well, go on then, Vixen. Fuck me.”

Soon, you’re sinking down onto his fat cock, pussy already soaking wet with slick and spit. He fills you up to the brim, taking a few seconds to adjust to size comfortable. When you’re ready, you start to bounce on his lap, his cock thrusting in and out of you smoothly. He hits your sweet spot over and over, stimulating you into another messy orgasm after just a few solid strokes. Your tongue hangs out of your mouth, drool leaking down your chin, throat dry from the incessant moaning.

“Look at you. So fucked out for me,” he growls, planting his feet on the bed, taking control. He grabs onto your hips firmly, pounding up into you, watching your entire body convulse with each delicious thrust. “You talk a big game, but you like being manhandled like this. You’re just a slutty little hole waiting to be ruined. Waiting for the right man to use you.” He presses his thumb to your clit, massaging it with deep strokes. “Seems like you finally met the perfect partner.”

“Fuck, Toji!” you cry out, unraveling once again.

He increases his pace, the bed creaking noisily below you. “That’s it, baby. Come with me. Gonna breed this perfect pussy. Gonna fill you up so fucking good.” He pulls you down towards him, wrapping you in his arms, kissing you fiercely as he pumps his load inside you.

You both lay still for a moment, catching your breaths, Toji peppering delicate smooches along your neck. You’re surprised at how gentle he’s being, considering his brutish behavior from earlier. When enough silence passes, you look at him, grinning. “What a way to celebrate, am I right? Partner?”

He laces his fingers with yours. “The beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

After you clean yourselves up as best as possible, you snuggle together under the covers, him spooning you from behind. “’Night, Toji Fushiguro.”

He nuzzles his nose to the nape of your neck, whispering, “What’s your real name?”

You smile, grazing your lips on his knuckles, actually giving it to him.

~~~

Toji Fushiguro, the most sought-after bounty hunter in all the west, wakes up the morning feeling fantastic.

He glances to his side, hoping to see his lovely new partner still peacefully asleep beside him. To his surprise, no one is there. He inspects the room, searching for clues on where she ran off to and notices nothing.

And that’s when it hits him. There’s nothing in the room.

All his clothes are gone, his weapons, the wallet full of cash buried in his pockets, even the very blanket they fell asleep under. He’s as naked as the day he was born, confused and beguiled until he finally realizes it. He’s been robbed. And it was the Vixen Viper who robbed him.

The only thing he finds is her wanted poster, folded up on the bedside table, a small note scribbled to the back of it:

Toji - Thanks for the fun night, but I don’t do partners. Maybe the next time you catch me, I’ll reconsider.  

He laughs, unable to contain his smile as he reads her real name signed at the end of it.

[thebottomfromhell]

Hi! Sorry to bother you! But may I request a Dom!male reader like househusband x uppermoons head canons? Like the reader knows there a demon but literally doesn’t care and still loves them and the reader is basically the sole definition of “your doing great sweetie” (and the reader basically just supports them in everything and is like basically there 1# supporter)

(You can choose the uppermoons for the headcanons! I don’t mind!)

have a nice day! ♥︎

(Also if you have already done a similar idea you can just ignore this! I’m a little new to your blog and I really like your writing!)

I liked this ask a lot, also the image it's very cute, it made me smile, you might also like the traditional courting Headcanons 1 & 2 (but by this time you probably saw them already 😅) Also I didn't really know if as "dom" you meant as in dynamic or in sexual content, so I have a sexual connotation or two.

Househusband Human Supportive Dom Reader x Uppermoons. (Nakime, Douma and Gyutaro are not in this one, since their living conditions make it hard to step in as a house spouse. Also the clones come as a package in this one).

Warnings: Polyamory (Hantengu Clones), Slight sexual content (some characters and reader make out in a more sexual tone, but no explicit sex, so it's mostly implied), Cannibalism (mostly reading sharing his blood),

Gyokko:

"Okaeri, Gyokko. How was it today?" Gyokko is very organized with his time, he always comes back around the same hour and expects you to be awake to welcome him. "Tadaima." He just says, looking a bit tired. Probably some slayers did comments about his art, that pisses him off a lot. "I guess by that, it wasn't your best night. Is there is something this husband can do for you?" You tease as you get closer to him and hold gently the upper hands of his head, using your thumbs to carress circles in them. He relaxes and sighs after that.

"How about a cup of blood? That might cheer you up." You say as you guide him to the kitchen where you have a first aid kit, which you use a needle to take out your blood. "No, that is an artery. You will bleed out, let me do it myself." It's less messy this way, specially with Gyokko's help (he knows the circulatory system better than you), but it seems this time he doesn't have the patient to that. "Did you kill them or just put them in a pot?" You start a conversation as you put the red liquid in his favorite cup. "It was horrible, this was a Hashira and those sidekicks they have, they were so tasteless, didn't know how to appreciate arts. And the sidekick was infuriating, a damn child!" And you spend an hour with him drinking with one mouth as he complains with the other.

By the time he finishes there is are two hours left for sunrise, so you stand up and kiss the talking mouth "Meet me at bed, I will lock down the house." You close the window, three layers of curtains and move some objects for the weight to secure them more. "Do as I say, and I will treat you good." He compliains of you being "bossy" as you leave the room, but you do find him under the sheets once you step in your room. It doesn't have any windows, so it's already safe. You close the door and then go to sit in front of Gyokko. "You deserve to rest your mind once in a while. You are very hardworking, so let me..."

"Enough talking, darling. I already told you the night I had. Now I want my husband to spoil me. Now." You roll your eyes, and he calls you bossy? Still, you get under the sheets and kiss one of the mouths and you put your thumb in the other, tasting your own blood in the other's tongue as in joins yours. You also feel the teeth and tongue biting and salivating the thumb, you make sure the liquids don't fall into his lower eye. Still under the sheets you get on top of Gyokko, who's arousal is visible. "Then I better spoil you good."

It's already noon when you finish, you are very tired, but Gyokko just rest his head against your naked stomach because he is uncomfortable like that. You are always surprised by the unlimited demon stamina, you massage his scalp with your fingers to help him relax further. "There are people who just don't understand art, Gyokko. But you and I both know you are a great artist. Don't let things like this get you so worked up." He only groans a bit against your skin to speak after a minute of silence, you almost fell asleep before you heard his voice. "Well, I got my husband to support me and make me feel better, don't I?"

You chuckle a bit. He does.

Hantengu:

"T-t-t-tad-d-daim-a..." there, he said it (whispering), as he stepped in, closin the door behind him as quietly as possible. "Okaeri." Hantengu shrieks when you come next to him, when did you get this close? He thought you would still be asleep. "What are you doing up at this hour?" He asks quietly, still covering himself with his arms as he took a protective stance of the fright. He knows you won't hurt him, but it's a reflex. "I couldn't sleep, so I decided ro eat something. I just finished cleaning the kitchen after. How was your night?" He slowly puts his arms down as he sighs.

How long did you stay in a barely understadable ramble of how aggressive and scary Hashira are, how his master is an exploiter, how everyday and night are both nightmares alongside a self-pity monologue? Two hours, at least, but you only show him you are listening, not interrupting him once. Once he stops talking to tremble hard as he hugs himself you walk around him slowly, making sure he can see where you are and what are you doing with your hands as you put them on his shoulder. "Calm down, darling. It's ok. You are home right now, safe with your husband who wants to make you feel better."

He starts to relax as you squeeze and massage the stress away, then going to his back, feeling it full of knots. You sigh, you also did this yesterday and it's like this again? Well, it's not like it's Hantengu's fault. He didn't ask to be conditioned by the emotion of distress, it's already good enough he can find some comfort in you. "Thank you for doing this for me... How was your day? What did you eat just now." You appreciate his interest, even if part of it is only to be able to distract himself from the bad feelings as he listens to you. You do describe your day, talking mostly about when you went outside to buy some things the house needed. "It must be nice to not burn under the sun... even my clones can step on the sun."

"Well, other demons can't go under the sun neither. Have you eaten already? I can give you some of my blood." He shakes his head to reject the proposition "I don't have the stomach to eat today... thk u fr offr.... [thank you for offering]." You don't get to hear that last part, but you just finish the back to get in front of him. "Let's go to bed, I will give you a leg massage, check that the sun won't get through the windows and take a nap with you. That way you should feel better." Demons don't need to sleep, you already know that, but you are tired and asleep Hantengu feels a lot better than while awake, so he agrees.

Once you finish all those things you cuddle with his face against your chest, having him crying over everything and nothing specific as he hugs you tight. "Thank you... I feel better here." He answers honestly as you pat his back to valm him down as you feel the tears move through your abdomen. "It's ok dear, your husband is here for you. Just try to sleep." He does, you feel he stops breathing, but at this point it doesn't bother you, his nature is different to yours. He is still very dear to you, and so you help him as you can.

It can be tiring, but it's worth it.

Hantengu Clones:

"TADAIMA!" Scream Urogi and Karaku as they open the door, waking you up instantly as Sekido was lecturing them. You put another outer robe as you go towards the entrance to find your four idiots, Aizetsu is the first to notice you and go to see you before the others. "Y/N, Tadaima. We have had a rough night... can you please calm them down before going back to bed? I think you are the only one who can." He gives you big sad eyes before blinking fast a few times, making sure to look as cute as he can, manipulative little-. You can only nod before he leaves to the main room where you were sleeping "Okeari, by the way." You say before he disappears in the hallway.. Once he does that the next one to jump over you is Urogi, in his case, literally.

"Y/N! Hubby! We missed you so much!" He rubs his face against your as he has his arms and legs wraped up around you. "Sekido got beheaded like 7 times! It was so funny! Karaku actually had to save his a-" "SHUT THE FUCK UP, UROGI!" Karaku only laughs in the background. "He still got to thank me, ya know? I was so heroic back there, bet that if you saw me killing that slayer you would have gotten a bo-" "Karaku...." Yeah, that's the sign. If you don't step in Sekido will leave them outside all day. "Okaeri you all. I also missed you." You kiss Urogi's horn, wish makes him giggle. "I will set the house for sunrise, so if you want to help-" Joy and Pleasure leave to the main room in order to avoid work, leaving you with Sekido. "Those little shits..." he is very angry.

"Are you ok?" He doesn't answer, so you grab his hand gently and take it to your mouth to kiss it's back, making him blush but relax the frown. "I'm sure you all did great, at least did you all eat." He nods before you let him go, that means you don't need to offer blood (thank the one above and the one below, because you would die if the four were to drink blood from you), you both secure the house and find out that Aizetsu already secured the main room as Urogi and Karaku joined togeter several pillows, futons and sheets. "The beddings are ready! But if you want to have some fun before that, I am willing to give you some "cake" in the bathroom~" Karaku winks (which makes Sekido growl) at you, meking you (and Aizetsu) roll your eyes. "Nah, I'm good. I just want to cuddle and comfort my husbands if that is ok." Urogi laughs at the rejection as Karaku shrugs "Your loss."

Aizetsu goes to take both yours and Sekido's hand. "Can we please get along today. The sun will be up in some minutes, I can sense it... and it makes me sad that we would be trapped here while fighting." The Sorrow clone probably did already the eye trick to the other two and, since you already calmed down Sekido, it works on him to. "Thank you... " In the end you end up all un a fort under the sheets as they tell you the whole story. You are brushing Urogi's hair with your fingers as he lies on his stomach by your side, Sekido gives you his back as he uses your other arm as pillow, Karaku has your head in his lap to massage your scalp and Aizetsu rests his head in your stomach. It's not the most comfortable position to be, but you are happy to be like this (besides, you still could fall asleep how you are.)

You know they are also having a good time, since Sekido nuzzles against your limb, so you know he is there and comfortable. Aizetsu has his eyes close, so he could be asleep, once Urogi gets bore of you playing with his hair he starts nibbling softly your arm as if he was a cat (trying his best to not hurt you) and Karaku lies in his back with you still in his back. "Hey, Y/N... thank you for taking care of up. We like to be with you a lot." Karaku starts. "Yeah, we love you so much! You are the best husband ever!" "... you are good. Thank you for being there." "That tone didn't really sound sincere, Sekido." "Shut up, Aizetsu!" You can only chuckle at that. What can you say, you also enjoy taking care of them, even if as demons they don't need it.

"I love you all, too."

Akaza:

Akaza looks tired, emotionally exhausted, as he steps inside the house, he was just scolded for not killing the Hanafuba earing brat, the weakling, that little shi- "Okaeri, you came back early. Did something happen?" You ask him, you were just going back to sleep (you woke up to eat something) since Akaza usually comes back just some minutes before sunrise, looking for Muzan's imaginary flower he comes back to complain about. "Y/N... Tadaima... sorry, I... did you do the dishes?"

You laugh as he looks concerned, he didn't meam to change the topic, but "I told you I would do them..." he pouts, Akaza likes to be helpful around the house, so most of the time it's you both competing to do the chores. "Go to sleep, I will do the rest." He wants to clean, since the house is already set for sunrise. "You can fix the house for yourself, but I already did everything else after you left." You say proudly as you watch him grind his teeth. "I will cook you breakfast later then, and the house must be cleaned every day, so tomorrow I do the chores." He really likes to take care of you and gets easily frustrated when he can't. It often backfires because you also like to take care of him.

You cup his face in your hands to make him look at you in the eyes, smiling softly as he melts alightly in hour touch. "You look way too stressed for that, how about you tell me first how was your night?" Turns out his boss lectured him for not killing a child, the one he fought the day he didn't come home for sunrise (that night you were worried to the point of sickness, it was the first time since you married that Akaza didn't spend the day in your house) and he is very angry. "I have always done everything he told me! I swear that brat, weakling, will die at my hands. Damn weaklings taking advantage of...." his breathing become unsteady at that, so you pet his face. "I know you will, you are way too stubborn to not manage to kill someone you want dead. I'm sure even that Douma will fall under your hard work sooner or later." You don't really know about Douma, but fantazising of his death makes Akaza feel better.

"How about you go to bed with me? I am a bit tired and I would like to lie down somewhere." He nods as you take his hand and guide him to the main room. Once in the bed you push him so he can lie on his back as you get over him in the space between his legs. "Didn't you say you wanted to lie down?" You smile as you move your robes to expose one shoulder "Well, I will need it depending on the amswer. When was the last time you ate something?" By the look of his face you can se it has been a while, so you pull him from the back of his neck to your naked skin. "Take a bite, love. And I will also take a piece of you. Deal?" The second he bites theough your skin, you know you are on.

You didn't last that long, mostly because of the wound in your shoulder. You curse you only have 4 liters of blood and half gone already show it's effects, unlike Akaza, who is tending the bite. "If it makes you feel better, it's always hot when you bite me." You say something you know is stupid to make him laugh, he hates hurting you, even when you ask him to. "Well, I do think you are a snack, dear husband." You also laugh, gods that was awful.

You love, trust and support him, and Akaza better damn well know it.

Kokushibou:

Kokushibou just breathes in before closing the door behind him, fully knowing you are not only awake, but in the end of the hallway. "Tadaima." He answers without even looking at you, to be honest he was hoping you would still be asleep. He does love you but... he is not the best with feelings, and you are just so- "Okaeri, Kokushibou. How have you been?" good to him, and he just can't aswer the same way. It makes him feel inadequate. He hates that, so he tends to leave for long periods of time. "It's been six moons since the last time I saw you, anything interesting?"

And yet, you never anger, you never are anything but understanding, and that is just so confusing. There was other man that was like that with him, no matter how evasive or cold Michikatsu Kokushibou could get, he would still welcome him warmly, forever patient and stable, like the sun that burns all demons. You remind him a lot, and the worst part is that it attracts Kokushibou, the familiarity and the way you treat him. "Hey, are you ok?" You say as you notice he lost himself on his thoughts, once he gets out of his trance he looks at you. He only wanted to see you, that is why he came back, he hoped you wouldn't be awake when he did.

"Do you want a drink?" Blood, you are offering your blood and he can't find himself to day no. No when this is the only way he can drink it from a cup without calling it what it actually is, that way he can pretend he is still a samurai drinking tea in his free time, that he didn't transform into something that is not human. "Please. That would be nice." He sits in a mat as you serve him the red liquid, and besides thanking you as you hand the cup to him, Kokushibou doesn't say anything. There is a big chance he will leave soon, so you tell him everything that happened while he was missing. "And then I had to tell the ladies I was to old for marry his daughter, but I think she didn't believe me. Still, I'm a faithful husband to the second most powerful demon is not an explenation that will be well received."

Thankfully, between the blood and your story telling, he decides to stay for the day, so you prepare the house so the sunlight won't be able to come inside. You must hurry since you realized he would be staying when there was half an hojr for the sun to come up and he didn't move at all. You started with the room you are with Kokushibou, then the whole house, there was already sun when you finished the last rooms, but Kokushibou didn't burn and you consider that enough. "Kokushibou, the house is ready. You can move arpund if you want." He does, only to get to find yourself in hour room as you followed him. "You look tired. Sleep for a while I will stay here." He says as he sits in front of your bed.

The thing is, you are tired, you were at least half of the night awake and the missing blood is not doing you any good. But you don't want to sleep, you want to spend time with Kokushibou before he leaves. "Only if you promise we can properly say goodbye to each other bedore you go." He agrees, so you get ready for bed, knowing he likes to watch you sleep for some reason. "Kokushibou, remember that if you want to talk about anything, I will listen." ..... "Thank you." He just says that before becoming dead silent. It's very hard to be there dor Kokushibou, since he does and doesn't want you around at the same time.

Still, you try. That is enough.

[coffeeheartaddict2]

Forbidden Fruits

Book: Open Heart

Characters: Ethan Ramsey, F!MC Casey Valentine

Word count: 549

Category: smut

Rating: Mature

Warnings: alcohol consumption, sexual content (masturbation)

Summary: It is the end of the first day for the new batch of interns and one in particular catches the eye of Ethan.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.

Authors note: Welcome to smuttember. Thank you @rafasgirl23415-2 for the prompt. Prompt appears in bold

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It had been an interesting day as much as it was infuriating. A new intern class always made him feel this way but there was one intern that had piqued his interest…somehow.

He met her that morning, in an emergent situation and chewed her out. He knew he was being harsh but the sensation in his arm when he helped her with the incision had thrown him. “It was just a stressful situation” he had told himself but he had been in more stressful situations and had no such reaction. She did later redeem herself by figuring out what was wrong with her first patient.

He went to Donahue’s, in need of a drink. As soon as he entered he knew he should have gone home. The bar was full with all the new interns blowing off some steam after a long shift. He knew that the quiet drink he craved was not going to happen but his regular spot was free and Reggie was getting his normal drink when he saw him. He took a sip and did what he did best and observe. Then he spotted her. Dr Valentine. She had been in scrubs all day and he did find her attractive but he was not prepared for how she looked in that sinful outfit.

“She is an intern!” He mentally told himself. “Forbidden, by your own principles” the inner monologue continued.

While he was putting the thoughts of impropriety out of his mind, she came out.

They shared a scotch with each other, he was duly impressed that she knew why he liked scotch neat. She then asked if there was someone waiting for him at home. The internal monologue was playing so he was able to state that there was no one waiting for him, despite other parts of him wishing that he was taking her home.

After enjoying a second drink, Reggie’s special, he took his leave and went back to his empty apartment. Even though the weather was mild his apartment felt cold. He craved the company of Dr Valentine. His thoughts went to the outfit she wore. How it showed off her curves, accentuated her breasts. The thoughts of impropriety again forced their way forward. He decided it was a losing battle.

He went into his shower. He was already painfully hard. He started stroking himself, imagining that Dr Valentine was in the shower with him, her naked body quivering at his touch, he imagined her going down on him, taking him fully in her mouth.l, swirling her tongue along his length as he entered her mouth again and again. He then imagined taking her from behind, the water cascading over both of them, her moans as he entered her and thrust deep. He could feel himself get close and he pumped harder, wishing it was Dr Valentine he was pounding into. At last he succumbed to his release. It felt empty, given how vivid the fantasy was. He told him self again that she was forbidden as he got ready to go into a restful sleep.

He awoke the next morning, a small amount of guilt at the night before. He put it out of his mind. “She is an intern” he told himself as he got ready for work.

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Authors note: Short but not too sweet. In my world the guilt at masturbaitng to the thoughts get worse and worse as book one goes on. He did not know her that well professionally or personally at this point so the guilt was easier to be assaunged. Thanks for the ask again.

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[leffee]

from least to most, who is the easiest to fluster out of the pets?

Oh? Welcome to the world of my least to most lists based on vibes and whatever lps stuff happened in my head over the last 10 years.

Easiest to fluster from least to most:

7. Vinnie - especially if we go by visible flusterment. Yeah, he is not easy to fluster at all partly just because and partly because secretely he does not believe you (Vinnie angst? On this blog? Shocked once again!). You know, outside he will be like "Yeaaah, I know I am great, duuh," but inside he's not used to people actually appreciating him, they have mostly just laughed at him, so he's actually just confused and thinks that you're not being sincere. There is one exception though - physical touch. He can get really flustered when it comes to that, especially if you know how to get him :). Oh, and also adding to that visible aspect, I also headcanon that he doesn't blush much be cause a) with him being a cold-blooded reptile it just is not possible or b) in my preferred human au I give him other stuff about having a lower body temperature so it's also harder for him to go red.

6. Pepper - very similar to Vinnie except that she's just a little easier to fluster and you know, see it. I mentioned with compliments that she needs to take a moment to herself to calm down as well as enjoy it. So yeah, she will put on this "Yeah, I know I'm great" facade but actually really does not believe you all that much, though it of course depends on what's going on exactly and why she would feel flustered. While not easy it's possible, and once you see her flustered it's allll worth it.

5. Zoe - oh she enjoys her compliments and praises for sure and craves them so much, yet at the same time she hears them a lot and can never be quite sure if someone genuinely thinks that or if they're just saying this to rub off of her success. She's kinda desensitized to nice words because of that. If you want to see her really flustered it would have to be by using actions, or better yet, actions as well as words.

4. Minka - it's not super hard, it's not super easy, she's just in the middle as you can see. She doesn't get flustered over just anything, but can get under right circumstances - compliments, nice words, physical affection like hugs, kisses etc etc. When she's flustered though you will most likely know that. Her entire persona of being perpetually optimistic is tiring, so when she gets praised she's so glad cause it means it's working.

3. Russell - with him we step into the "easily flustered" territory. Not super easily in Russell's case but still rather easily. I mean, he does so much and often he feels like he's the one putting in more effort and work, so getting praise feels so good even if he does try to hide it sometimes ;). So he does blush here and there etc, if he does want to hide it he will pretend to be irritated... it doesn't really work all that much if you see his expression and hear his voice which is delighted. Basically, it's great to be acknowledged especially since he's used to not being in limelight, as he himself always says he's more of a behind-the-scenes guy.

2. Penny - mmm yeah, it's easy to fluster her and she blushes very easily too. While she's not the first one to want attention when she does get it, positive attention that is, she is head over heels. You can make her do so much just by making her feel good with compliments because she enjoys them so much. She doesn't feel the need to hide it either, yup, she's flustered, you made her feel good, do it again please 👉 👈 I mean if you can 💦

1. Sunil - ohhh boy, he is so ready to be flustered both by good and umm not inherently good things. Like, it doesn't matter who you are and why you did that - he can't look at you when you're naked cause he gets so flustered. Anything goes here inclusding flirting and teasing. Fun fact, I headcanon that he's happy to do that with others under right circumstances and can in fact be quite teasy, but he can't stand it being thrown back at him much. All those stuff and more can make him flustered in the best or worst way so it's not that he inherently dislikes it but omg, he gets so flustered often.

Yipee, like it? Sunil and Vinnie best friends one impossible to get flustered and the other getting flustered by everything fr fr

If this is something you'd like to do feel free to reblog or comment with your own ranking cause I'm curious. No need to write as much as I just did of course.

[bosskie]

2 Years Ol' Blog 'n' 3D Molluck Stuff

Man, having this blog has been a ride... I posted my first post here on 1st April 2022 and created this blog/account a few days before. During this whole time, my mental health issues have affected my blog and I was about to delete it before I even posted anything but I still decided to give it a try since I already got some followers; it felt supportive. I was surprised to have such a warm welcoming here and it still warms my heart. I still had some moments when I had to hide all my posts since I just couldn't stand my own stuff. Sometimes, it still comes to my mind but I'm doing my best to try to learn to at least tolerate my own creations. I feel sorry for being like this but only if it was easy to get rid of self-hatred... I also just tend to only see all my mistakes I have made when I look at my stuff, all the things I should learn...

But I try to be positive here, even I just tend to see darkness when I think about my own future. I just don't believe in myself... Originally, I didn't wanna be personal here but it just happened when one anon asked me if I had more art to show... I didn't since I have hidden all my old art. I have been on Tumblr for 10+ years but never posted anything until I created this blog. What brought me here was the active Oddworld community, the lovely people here. Even I think dim things about myself like every day, I do appreciate your support! Even I have my own difficulties with believing in that I have any talent/skills, compliments are light to my own dark image of myself.

I'll talk more later on this post but now, I'll show some 3D Molluck stuff and well, talk about Molluck... I show first my first Molluck sculpt I did improve today (yesterday):

I would still say that this is a WIP since well, there do is stuff to improve and do but yeah, I think that it would be wiser to let this be now and redo this since this is done in such an amateur way... There is no way to animate this since its geometry is a nightmare... I was able to rig this a bit when it wasn't so detailed, test out animating it but then, it became impossible. But well, the truth is that I do have still made animations with this despite of that... Frankly, the reason why I created this sculpt was my thirst for Molluck, how much I wish I was able to be with him... But this has helped me out multiple times with my drawings too!

I'm still not totally sure about some things of his anatomy but I have been doing my best to figure it out. I also realize that this sculpt makes Molluck look a bit more muscular/bigger than he is (see his neck and head size) but I have tried my best with fixing this situation since he did look even more bulky back then... The difference ain't too big but well, I do can create my own version of him too! I also see that this ain't 100 % correct when it comes to his face too but I tried my best. I'm still a beginner with 3D stuff, so I didn't use the best methods to do this either... I also feel like I just learned new things about his head when I compared this to the SoulStorm model recently... So yeah, this sculpt is a mixture of SoulStorm model, good ol' concept art of Gluk anatomy and my own adjustments. I only say SoulStorm model because it's based on New 'n' Tasty model, so he probably looks like the same under the suit but yes, that naked Molluck model has been my main reference for his body. The biggest change I have done compared to that has been his hands since I love his hand in that concept art! They are just the best hands, the most beautiful hands I know... But well, his whole body is the most beautiful body, at least for me!

Yeah, I think that I have made it quite clear how much I would love to have him... I already have said it but, he is my only desire... I cannot help myself with that Molluck is 'a perfect man' for me... No one else has felt right for me, there was always something off... But frankly, even I have seen multiple people being thirsty for Molluck, I have seen no one else wanting him like I do... None of that 'spicy' Molluck art I have seen reminds me of mine. It's just interesting how differently I see him since in the others' 'spicy art' Molluck has similar vibe and role... I don't really want Molluck because I have a thirst for him; I only have a thirst for him because I love him and for me, it's about sharing and giving love! I truly wish to make him feel good and loved. I have decided that I don't post my NSFW Molluck content but some cropped stuff but I could still post some suggestive things, though like I have said, I see him from a different perspective than the ones I have seen, with what I mean that he is 'the receiver'. I have just never seen him in this role by the others. I guess that this can explain why I have said that for me, he already has 'the stuff', no need for 'the usual additions'. His body also just feels more 'elegant' when there is no such a thing. This is just my preference, you can have yours. But it's just interesting to see how my way to imagine/see Molluck differs from the others. Though yes, I do remember when that one Molluck ask blog was still active and at least one person asked if Molluck liked things in his ass... Might have been just harassment or no one has just published such a content...

Frankly, I do actually prefer his back view instead of his front view, even I have been drawing it more... It's just that I'm unsure of how to handle nudity here... I don't wanna post his ass in front of the people who don't wanna see it... Nudity is natural for me but I just don't wanna make anyone feel uncomfortable because of my naked Molluck stuff... I just adore his body, so gotta draw it... Man, I would just keep talking how much I love his different body parts but I save you from that...

So, yeah, let's move on! I have already shown this one but I feel like reposting it now:

This is my stylized, simple Molluck model from last summer (2023). It's close to be finished since it's meant to be simple but some details are missing. You might wonder what's this style: Back then, I was inspired by Osamu Sato and his old video game graphics, so I wanted to create something similar to his style. I would like to try to rig this and then try to create more 3D models. Man, I would like to do so much 3D stuff... Oh, and yeah, it would be fun to make a naked version of him with this style too! I just have so much Molluck art ideas inside my head...

Oh, and yeah, I have been thinking for a longer time if I should show this or not but this feels like the right place to do it. So yes, I have created like a year ago a Molluck sim for The Sims 2. I know that it can look odd but he cannot look much better without doing own mods... I don't know how to mod these games but would like to learn it.

But yeah, I pretty muchly abused the face sliders here and did my own textures but also found a cigar for him. I did improve his face over time since I also needed to see how it works in the game. I also needed to lift his face after I found the cigar to place it into his mouth. It's basically only possible to create him to The Sims 2 like this because of the Body Shop is such a great tool and it actually lets you to use those face sliders without a limit: just edit the sim over and over again. Though yes, there is a tool to paint your sim's textures in The Sims 1 but it's such a pain to use... Oh, and you might notice those little dots: I just love to add his nevi to him, like you might have noticed from my drawings!

And yeah, my only reason for creating this Molluck sim was my self-insert stuff, even I do prefer him like he is, not as 'an anthro'... I just crave for this Gluk every day... Well, the good thing is that I'm able to create stuff about him, so I get some help even I know that I'll never get him... Also, even I recently said that marriage feels odd, it has now started to make some sense to me... I mean, I have started to feel alright about it. Maybe it's that my feeling of Molluck being 'the one' for me is getting stronger and stronger or it's a sign of my healing since I have just felt like it's better that no one is bound to me... Maybe it's the both. But despite of this, I still value the friendship the most since it's the strongest relationship type, so when the relationship is based on it, it's stronger than mere romance ect. I don't know if it sounds odd or not but for the first time, I actually feel good about marrying Molluck.

But yeah, this has already been a long post but just wanna say some stuff related to my blog:

I have multiple reasons why I tend to turn reblogs off and it's only for my own mental health, not that I had anything against you. Sometimes, I just kinda hate to see myself posting so actively, so I don't really like to see my stuff on someone else's blog either... I have never really known what to think about reblogs... Also, I don't like some technical things related to them, so it also makes me prefer to have them off. Maybe there somewhere my feeling of that I'm just ruining everything, also this community, affects this too... It's at least one big reason why I don't really interact here, even I would like to.

The truth is that I have never pressed the like button here, even I would have liked to, and it's just because of me feeling like it's better that I'm invisible. I tend to feel ashamed of myself, think that I'm a failure... It's not easy for me to be open and relaxed but I just wish to talk about Molluck so much that this happens... I do have other things in my life too but it's much more difficult for me to talk about them... I just feel like that if I didn't have Molluck, I wouldn't post any content right now, would have disappeared from the Internet. It's like extremely difficult for me to create an online imago, 'sell myself', build a portfolio... It has felt like this is gonna be my doom... My own self-hatred... But I'm still trying my best and going to make a big investment to this stuff this year, so that I can create better 3D stuff and use Unreal Engine. It's just for my future, otherwise I wouldn't feel ready to do it. I'm just trying to believe in myself, even it feels so difficult... I just wanna be honest about what I'm going thru since it affects my content a lot.

I have already written so much, so it's probably the best to end this post. But before that, I do wanna thank for all your support and your understanding, patience... I thought that I would probably be left all alone again after I open up about the hell I have inside my mind, that probably no one actually wants me to be here, like I'm used to think, but I have been wrong. It really touches me that I have been welcomed here and despite of everything, you still wish to support me. It's just about to make me cry, especially when, frankly, suicidal thoughts are quite common for me, been for over a decade. It's just like something daily... I'm so used to it. But something always just tells me not to do it, even I have thought about it like over a thousand times, if not thousands of times... Sometimes, I just think that I should be Molluck's next meat product but in my imagination, he still tells me that he would only lose money if he did that because I'm priceless.

I don't expect that people really read my stuff but I do really appreciate all the time you spend on my stuff since time is valuable! I just kinda need to write this stuff to here since I spend like almost all of my time alone and there somewhere I also wish that all this writing could help the others who also deal with similar mental health problems. I often feel like no healing has actually happened but I see from little things that slow healing is happening, like that I feel now alright about marrying Molluck and it only happened like a few days ago. I'm just starting to find happiness thru Molluck but he alone hasn't still helped me to heal. Even my mind keeps telling me it's a waste to support me and I have difficulties with receiving compliments, all support is still helping me.

Sometimes, I still think about this anon's words from about two years ago: 'I am cheering you and Molluck on and toasting to your brilliance.' The other compliments I have also gotten do also echo inside my head from time to time but I just wanted to say that I would have never imagined something like this to be said to me and these words do really mean a lot to me still. Toasting also just sounded fitting for this anniversary, so even this feels difficult for me, because I suffer from this severe self-hatred, I wish to toast to myself, for keeping going, even it has been so difficult, felt so tempting to end this all... But I wouldn't have still made it this far alone, so thanks for my family, all the lovely people who have supported me thru my life but also OWI for creating Molluck( and Oddworld)! It just feels like a miracle that I'm still here.

~ Much love!

[ladyofthe-lake]

hello friends & foes and welcome to my blog.

mostly I post about supernatural at the moment, but you'll find a couple of other things (X Files, Buffy, Doctor Who, Captain America, Good Omens, Our Flag Means Death...) in the mix.

about me: name's virginia. I'm 28 but also 308; obsessed with my wife, my cats, and writing. I finally feel like a Fandom Old that I used to hear tell about. see my writing tag here.

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Supernatural Fics:

Those Who Get in the Way of Peace | WIP | 38k words (and counting) — Destiel

“Don’t make me an optimist. You will ruin my life.” Dean Winchester finally has his shit together: business is booming at his auto repair shop, he's eating healthy (okay, he's eating salad with bacon bits), he's exercising (in a cemetery). He's single, but he's claiming it as a good thing. And so what if Sam's not talking to him? So what if his dad is marrying an insane artist? And so what if the priest marrying them is hot as hell with a name that sounds like a sin just to say it — Castiel? AKA: another Fleabag fic, but maybe it'll have a happy ending. Maybe.

My Suptober24 | Ficlets

Featuring fluff, smut, angst, and everything in between

Play It Again | Ficlet | 2,500 words — Destiel

“Dear piano player in apartment #3, do you take requests? you should, because I’ve woken up to you playing piano every day for a year and a half now. led zeppelin. that’s my request. play it or get the led out. ;) -dean winchester, apartment #2”

5 Times Castiel Was Human and One Time He Really Was | Ficlet | 4,200 words — Destiel

Of course Eve ate the fruit.

Captain America Fics:

Draw Me Like One of Your French Girls | Completed | 54k words — Stucky

Bucky's tips for what to do when you find yourself standing naked in a hot guy's living room while he draws you for an art school assignment: 1) DON'T tell him you're in a band that was once called Fusion of the Empty Goose. 2) DO flex. Everything. A lot. 3) DON'T picture said hot guy naked. 4) When you end up picturing him naked, DON'T apologize for your erection. This will force him to respond to the fact that your penis is hard. 5) DON'T joke about how the fact that he's paying you makes you like a prostitute. This will lead to him awkwardly rescinding his offer to pay you, and you are a poor college dropout. The money is the ONLY reason you're doing this. 6) DO kill Natasha for setting this up.

Steve Rogers: Reverse Wingman | Ficlet | 9,500 words — Stucky

Contrary to popular belief, Bucky Barnes will not go home with any girl from Brooklyn to the Bronx. It only seems like that. However, he has standards. He has a signal. And most importantly, he has a reverse wingman.

my stairway lies on the whispering wind | Ficlet | 2,000 words — Stucky

The pull of home is too much for even the strongest Soviet programming to withhold.

#bisexualsteverogers | Ficlet | 10k words — Stucky

“Hi, I’m Steve Rogers – Captain America – and I have two very important things to say. First. I am bisexual. Second. I’m with you till the end of the line. Thank you.” In which Steve Rogers comes out and the result is not what he expected.

[shamelessrabbithole]

hi!

i have been busy with work lately and now I’m free the first thing i did was go in instagram and see what fans have been posting and oh shit a lot had happen

The thing im losing my mind about is is that really cameron new girl? I died when i saw the naked picture of her and then they look like they were in a date

i have so much to go back and see what happened in the last 2 months

I missed this and everyone there’s also new blogs here i hope some of you remember me and haven’t been forgotten by everyone

.🎬

Hey, nice to hear from you. I haven't forgotten you. I hope you're doing well. I don't think all of us are fully convinced that she and Cam are official and exclusive. We're kind of just patiently waiting to see if either of them posts anything that feels like an unambiguous declaration of a new relationship.

How've you been? Which cities have you been working in? I'm happy to have you back on tumblr in general but also because I know a lot of us are curious about Cam's short film, so if anons have specific filmmaking questions, I hope you'll be around to answer! Again, welcome back and please stick around for as long as you'd like.

[forever-atiny]

Hi and welcome to my kpop blog! You can call me Evie, my pronouns are she/they, I am an INJT, and my favourite colour is green <3

Everyone is welcome but please remember to be kind and respectful.

I am a huge multistan, so expect to see a lot of groups being featured on my blog 😊

I sometimes upload my pinterest shuffles that I make, search the tag #pinterest shuffles or #evie shuffles in my blog to find them 💜

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ - Evie

// riize is 7, ot6 dni // let enhypen rest // taeil defenders dni //

Note: for most groups I am ot8, ot6, ot13 etc, my bias changes every week or so 😅

Group list:

♫ Ateez (ult group no.1)

Bias - Seonghwa

Bias wrecker(s) - Hongjoong, Jongho

♫ Seventeen (ult group no.2)

Bias - Woozi

Bias wrecker(s) - Seungkwan, Hoshi, DK, Minghao

♫ BOYNEXTDOOR

Bias: Sungho

Bias wrecker(s): Taesan, Woonhak, Leehan, Riwoo, Jaehyun 😂

♫ Enhypen

Bias - Ni-ki + Sunoo

Bias wrecker(s) - Sunghoon, Jake

♫ Stray kids (ult group no.3)

Bias - Han Jisung

Bias wrecker(s) - Lee Know, Changbin, Bang Chan

♫ BTS

Bias - Yoongi

Bias wrecker(s) - J-Hope, Jungkook

♫ P1Harmony

Bias - Soul

Bias wrecker(s) - Theo, Jongseob

♫ OnlyOneOf

Bias: ot6! dude I can't pick just one 😭

You may also find:

Zerobaseone

Kiss of Life

NCT Dream

Xdinary Heroes

TXT

ALL (H)OURS

Itzy

(G)-idle

&team

Riize (ot7, not super involved for obvious reasons 🕊)

Shinee

Twice

Favourite songs right now:

✦ 2 minus 1 - seventeen ✦ flirting x - DKB✦ dangerous - boynextdoor ✦ 28 reasons - seulgi ✦ DNA - bts ✦ diamond days - seventeen ✦ paint me naked - ten ✦ fancy - twice ✦ dropkick - &team ✦ DLC - stray kids ✦ guerilla - ateez ✦ bibora - SF9 ✦ I got a boy - girls generation ✦ your eyes only - enhypen ✦ sexy in the air - taemin ✦ runners - stray kids ✦ to you - seventeen ✦ inception - ateez ✦

Personal tags - #always be with queue, #forever-atiny, #evie's album ranking, #evie shuffles, #evie talks

just search a group or member to see if I have reblogged anything for them 🩷

Divider credits: @cafekitsune @plutism

Layout credits: @lauvinchi

[suffarustuffaru]

1)That twitter user didn't use the old tumblr blog url style ([username]. Tumblr . Com). And instead used the new layout (as seen with the blaze button) AND doesn't have a blue follow button next to your username… the breach is likely an inside job (though i don't mind lol) anyhow, welcome! *Waves*

2) It's hilarious that just the other day, you were psychoanalyzing Subaru getting flustered at a naked Otto in a mayo bathtub dream sequence, and that other (what I consider) tame feet post is considered a very out of this world post by them. My god I can never adapt to the twitter crowd.

1. ANON YOU ANALYZING THAT TWITTER USER’S SCREENSHOT ON MY POST HAD ME LAUGHING TBH 😭😭😭 it was so highly specific and i did not notice any of that and holy shit maybe its an inside job?????? LMAO this is hilarious thank you for your input.

and 2. HAH yeah i consider those posts tame okay. subarus the one dreaming about his bff and business partner naked, bathing in mayo, and inviting him to bathe too. i aint dreaming about that. idk what subarus on. the shoe licker one i also think is tame wjdndnd but i am a little bit desensitized to some cursed things and also i have had many other slightly cursed ideas. wait until rz twitter hears about them. jk…. unless???

ANYWAY that aside. ive seen a few. Interesting. things on rz twitter that arent safe for work but rz twitter definitely seems like it has a variety of people who are either into seeing more cursed (??? for lack of a better word???) content vs people who want more tame things ig!! meanwhile some of us here on rz tumblr are probably a little unhinged. at least a little bit hah. im a complete newbie to rz twitter apart from lurking to look at fanart but maybe ill consider putting stuff on there for shits and giggles!! bc somehow my shoe licker post has gotten me followers man. i. LMAO its so funny to me for sure 😭😭

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Caution

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1655

Summary: You and Bucky were online shopping and stumbled upon funny underwear. Without the other knowing you each purchase a pair. How will you each react to the silliness?

Warnings: Fluff, silliness, (s)mut, (o)ral (F & M), Daddy (K)ink

A/N: This is just a silly fic I wrote do to the photo above that Amazon advertised on my FB page lol.

A/N 2: Thank you to my beta readers @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @pigwidgeonxo​

Reblogs & Comments on Tumblr are welcomed and encouraged. Even if you leave an emoji you will make my day. 😊💜  

I do NOT give my consent to have my work translated or reposted on any social media platform, apps, or third-party sites. If you see my work anywhere besides my personal Tumblr & AO3 accounts, it has been stolen. I will NEVER give written or verbal permission to repost or translate any of my fanfics as they’re MY intellectual property. 🚫🚫

You were on the couch surfing around Amazon when you found something that caught your eye. You lightly chuckled to yourself but Bucky who was on his laptop stopped working.

“What are you laughing at pretty girl?” Bucky's voice was deep and had a hint of amusement behind it.

“Oh nothing, just found something amusing online.” You clicked “buy now” and thanks to Prime it was going to arrive the next day. “What are you up to? Almost done with work?”

Bucky’s face heated up in what looked to be embarrassment as he did a couple of clicks and slammed his laptop closed. “Oh yeah, I’m all done now.”

“Care to share what made you all red? Looking at something sexy?”

“On the computer? Don’t be like that, I have exactly what I want. She is sexy, smart, funny, beautiful, and all mine.”

Bucky got up from the table and slowly stalked over to you. You set your laptop on the coffee table as he dropped onto the couch caging you in.

“Let’s say we take this in the bedroom and I show you how sexy you are.” Bucky huskily spoke in your ear before sitting up and pulling you with him. He tossed you over his shoulder and carried you to bed.

The next day you checked the mail and noticed two packages, one addressed to you and the other to Bucky. You opened yours and took a look at the pair of panties you bought. You chuckled to yourself as you made your way to wash and dry them.

Later when they were cleaned and dried Bucky came home. You saw him take his package and disappeared. After a few minutes, you heard the washer going. He must have bought a shirt you thought to yourself. As you go about your evening cooking for the both of you Bucky scurries past you with an article of clothing. You couldn’t see what he was carrying but you didn’t think much of it. 

After dinner, you and Bucky relaxed on the couch watching tv until bedtime. You yawned and stretched looking up at Bucky. “I’m going to get ready for bed.”

“Sounds good sweetheart I will be right behind you.” Bucky smiled at you as you headed towards the bedroom. Once you reached the bedroom you quickly went to your dresser and pulled out the panties. Then you went to Bucky’s closet and pulled out one of his henleys. This was going to be perfect.

Heading to the bathroom you did your nightly routine of getting ready for bed. You caught a glimpse of Bucky grabbing boxer briefs from his dresser. He went to get changed as you were finishing up. When you were done you seductively walked out to see Bucky shirtless and under the covers. As you reached the end of the bed you crawled up the bed to him, swaying your hips while he bit his lip looking at you. You crawled up his body and sat on his hips. 

“God sweetheart, you look good enough to eat. But first I want my henley off you.” He slowly slid the shirt up your body and pulled it off of you leaving you only in your panties. His eyes took in your half-naked form and as his eyes scanned over you they landed on the panties. “Caution slippery when wet?” That had Bucky laughing hard. You joined him in laughing together.

“What, you don’t like my new panties?” You say in between giggles, your eyebrows wiggled as he continued to laugh.

“No, it’s not that doll. It’s just that… climb off my lap for a minute.” You crawled off and sat next to him. Bucky pulled down the covers and your eyes went wide. You started to laugh hysterically as you saw his boxer briefs that read “caution choking hazard.” 

You fell to the bed laughing knowing you each bought the same product. The odds of buying the same thing were astronomical. Both your laughter started to calm down as you rolled over to your side to look at him.

“We really are meant to be together,” you say while smiling at him.

“That we are sweetheart. So do I get to see if your caution sign is real? You wet for me?” Bucky’s voice dropped an octave and you swore you grew wet instantly for him. 

You shook your head no. “I want to see if what you have underneath is a choking hazard first.” Your hand caressed the bulge that the boxer briefs were hiding. Sitting up, you pulled the boxer briefs off Bucky and threw them onto the floor. Your eyes took in the size of his cock and your mouth watered. You lean down and lick the tip of his cock causing him to shudder. Your eyes lock with his blue ones as you slowly take him in your mouth. What your mouth couldn’t finish taking your hand wrapped around him to stroke his length. Up and down you sucked him down. Every now and then taking more of him in until he reaches your throat. The first time he hits your throat you gag around him, tears filling your eyes, and that pulls a groan from Bucky. You relax your throat the best you can as you go up and down on him. Bucky fists his hands in your hair as you continue to bob your head as his cock works down your throat. Your eyes are tearing up the more you choke around him. You cupped his sack and started to fondle them as you swirled your tongue around him. This made Bucky let out a moan. Up and down, faster and faster you go until finally Bucky cums with a shout of your name. He tenses up as rope after rope of cum goes down your throat. You make sure you get every last drop and swallow. 

“Fuck sweetheart that was amazing.” Bucky looks down at you and sees your teary eyes and he swears you’re beautiful just the way you look. “Now let me see if it's really slippery while wet between those thighs. Bucky lays you down on the bed and makes his way between your legs. He rubs your panties and smiles up at you. “You’re soaked doll. I’m going in for a closer inspection. Pulling your panties down your legs he throws the pair on the floor with his boxer briefs. 

Bucky puts both your legs over his shoulders so you are wide open for him. Leaning down he does his first lap of your wetness. When you groan he parts your lips and does it again. His tongue feels amazing as he starts to eat you like a man starved. His beard is starting to get wet the more he dives back in and takes you apart. You start panting out his name as his fingers replace his tongue and his mouth finds your clit. Your back lightly arches as his two fingers fuck you in earnest. Your silky walls keep pulling his fingers back inside you as your breaths start picking up. 

He knows you are close and he is patiently waiting for you to crest that mountain. His mouth latches on to your clit and he sucks it, his tongue flicking it every other time. Finally, he gives you what you want and rubs against your sweet spot deep inside you. In moments you are crying out his name as you cum for him. His mouth continues to eat you out until you are pulling on his hair as your hips stop rocking against him. Bucky pulls away gently, kneeling between your legs and you see his beard is completely soaked. 

He is licking his lips as he flips you over onto your stomach and pulls your hips up. “Someone completely soaked my beard and god do I love it.” In one fluid motion, Bucky was sinking deep inside your core. He sets a firm, deep pace as he wants to pull the most noises out of you that drive him wild. Every thrust in and out has you begging for more.

“Bu-Bucky…Harder, please!” Your fingers hold onto the sheets underneath you as Bucky starts to plow harder into you.

“Is this what my doll wants? Daddy deep inside her pussy? Want me to fuck you stupid?” He asks in that deep voice you love so much.

“Yes! Please, Daddy. I need it, I need you!”

Bucky obliges, going deeper and harder. Skin slapping against skin fills the air and takes you apart. Your whines and moans are music to his ears as he fucks you with earnest. Every time your pussy tightens around his cock Bucky lets out a growl. Your whines keep getting louder and louder until finally, you’re cumming around his cock. A few more hard strokes and Bucky is right behind you cumming deep inside you. After a few lazy thrusts, he pulls out of you and both of you collapse on the bed.

“Buying those panties was one of your best ideas sweetheart,” Bucky says as he kisses your shoulder. 

Catching your breath you smile at him. “Those boxer briefs were perfect. We need to do this again sometime.” Bucky nods his head as he gets out of bed to grab a washcloth for you to clean with. Once you've cleaned up you crawl under the covers with Bucky right behind you. He spoons you from behind and kisses your neck.

“Good night sweetheart,” he breathes against your neck.

“Goodnight Buck,” you whisper before you fall asleep.

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[thaliasthunder]

Hello :) I was the anon that send asking for recommended blogs u r really forcing me out of my shell rn

Tbh I wasn't gonna send an ask when the anon feature is gone but like I gathered my braveness. My update is that I finished the first series (5 books) and I'm like in the first quarter of the lost hero, honestly it's kinda hard to read since 1.idk the characters at all 2.i can't form my opinion on jason cuz the boy lost his memory he doesn't know who he is 3.i really really miss percy my problematic son

BUT I really loved the last olympian(nico content yall) and I know I'm gonna reread like the last 30 pages alot. Literally none of my friends read (at all) and my brain is screaming rn it wants to talk (i need a pjo discussion club) ANYWAYS thank u so so much for u answering my ask :))

Also if u r wondering asking publicly is like being naked fr :( but I have to do what I gotta do I'm on a quest to find my people

This is getting really long and I'm vv sorry but u seemed really nice :) hope u have a good day/night!!<3

hello !! im glad u getting out of ur shell to come into my box, feel very welcomed here *hands u a cup of tea and a blanket*! and yes reading the lost hero for the first time is hard since u miss all the other characters u've met along the way in pjo, but worry not, bc i think u'll end up liking some of the new ones, and if ur patient, course u'll know more of the old ones (like my baby nico <3)

[bloodenkids]

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔   ?

the runaway princess

Whether your father is trying to marry you, an uncle is trying to poison you, or you're simply yearning for freedom, you have decided to shape your identity by fleeing the paradoxically restrictive life of royal comfort. Cross-dressing is not required, but always welcome.

The long-suffering knight

“Lancelot is: […] Probably sadistic or he would not have taken such frightful care to be gentle. […] 6. Ferociously punitive to his own body. He denies it and slave-drives it. 7. Devoted to ‘honour,’ which he regards as keeping promises and ‘having a Word.’ He tries to be consistent. 8. Curiously tolerant of other people who do not follow his own standards. He was nor shocked by the lady who was naked as a needle. 9. Not without a sense of humour. It was a good joke dressing up as Kay. And he often says amusing things. 10. Fond of being alone. 11. Humble about his athleticism: not false modesty. 12. Self-critical. Aware of some big lack in himself. What was it? 13. Subject to pity, cf. no. 3. 14. Emotional. He is the only person Mallory mentions as crying from relief. 15. Highly strung: subject to nervous breakdowns. 16. Yet practical. He ends by dealing with the Guinevere situation pretty well. He is a good man to have with you in a tight corner. […]18. Human. He firmly believes that for him, it is a choice between God and Guinevere, and he takes Guinevere. He says: This is wrong and against my will, but I can’t help it. […] People he was like: 1. Lawrence of Arabia, 2. A nice captain of the cricket, 3. Parnell, 4. Sir W Raleigh, 5. Hamlet, 6. Me, 7. Prince Rufant, 8. Montros, 9. Tony Ireland or Von Simm […] or whatever, 10. Any mad man, 11. Adam.” — TH White.

Torn between guilt and devotion, he represents the late medieval anxiety of whether equal devotion to one's lady and one's liege is possible. He loves both, so he must lose both. He can only end the story happy if he either refuses to indulge his temptation or leaves this world – either for heaven or the fairy realm.

Tagged by: Stolen!

Tagging: @a-smile-dat-spreads-like-buttah​ @oughtabeinpxctures​ @deafandstoned​ @birdhouse-in-thesoul​ @percentstardust​ @popularmxnster​

(and to all of you, choose whatever muse you like, even if they’re on a different blog than what I tagged 😉)

And everyone else!

[tvstarkuma-a]

I posted 1,258 times in 2022

That's 1,258 more posts than 2021!

511 posts created (41%)

747 posts reblogged (59%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@bishonenprince

@tacitusauxilium

@oraclememehacker

@eris-the-phantom-thief

@aeniqmata

I tagged 1,128 of my posts in 2022

Only 10% of my posts had no tags

#like a queue come true - 307 posts

#out-of-bear-suit - 167 posts

#v: not alone anymore - 133 posts

#teddie answers - 120 posts

#bearutiful self - 57 posts

#promo~ - 55 posts

#teddie musings - 54 posts

#anonymous - 53 posts

#v: a home to protect - 36 posts

#headcanons - 34 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#((i'm imagining teddie mopping himself into a corner and being unable to leave since he doesn't want to step on the wet floor he made

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

@tacitusauxilium​

Last Golden Week was one Teddie wasn’t soon to forget. Sure, there was another supernatural case and a fight to save the world, but that wasn’t important right now. What mattered is that Teddie got lots of new friends! The Shadow Operatives were filled with so many elegant yet kind people. There’s sexy Mit-chan, non-human Persona-users like him Ai-chan and Labby-chan, beautiful Yuka-chan, gentle Fuu-chan, the half-naked Akky, and the rest of the team. By the time everyone left, the poor bear already felt a bit of loneliness creep in. Sensei going back to the city didn’t help either. Oh well, these feelings are all a part of life, too. 

“Maybe I should go to Okina today...?” He mumbled to himself, “No! Only sad, lonely people go to the movies alone!” His head shook at its own suggestion. 

On days that Teddie didn’t have any shifts at Junes and his friends were at school, he tended to wander around town a bit until something caught his eye. If he’s lucky, one of the nice housewives stop him for food and gossip. What a kind group of ladies! 

“Hmm?” Something different caught Teddie’s attention. It was a white dress that wasn’t anything like the girls in the team wore. Wait! Could it be?! 

“FUU-CHAN!” It was difficult to ignore the screams of a running bear. 

24 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

#4

@bishonenprince​

“Hey! I remember you from Junes!” A small blue bear with a red and white outfit of some kind has run up to Sora. There was something familiar about this bear’s energy and mannerisms. In fact, that high-pitched voice was a bit similar to a certain blonde retail worker. 

“How are you enjoying the town of Inaba so far? You said you were new, right?” He walked a half circle around Sora before finally staying stationary for now. Yup, Teddie has confirmed that this brunette still had that odd yet cool sense of fashion. 

24 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

#3

You all know the drill by now, so let’s cut to the chase! Please like this post to give me permission to do the following: 

Send unprompted asks to your muse(s)

Write random starters (both prompted and unprompted and of varying lengths)

Tag your muse(s) for dash games and stuff that reminds me of them

Jump into your IM’s for plotting/shipping/HC’s 

Mention your muse(s) in other threads 

And more! 

24 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

#2

☆ Independent RP blog for Teddie from Persona 4 

☆ Low to Medium Activity 

☆ Crossover & OC friendly 

About // Rules // Verses // Interest Checker // Permanent Starter Call

Promo credit: @softmortem

38 notes - Posted August 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I noticed that there's a terrible lack of bears on your dash so let's fix that, shall we?

Please reblog/like if you're interested in interacting with Teddie from Persona 4. Crossovers and OC's are bear-y welcome. I have a full-time job so there will be spots of low-activity, but I still love this character with all my heart. I've been here since 2012 and I'm glad to be back for more!

40 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

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[nothingneverforever]

Marcella (Season 2,2018) and Dead to Me (Season 1, 2019): The flipside of two sympathetic, explosively volatile women and what it means for me

Before Season 3 of Dead to Me was released earlier in November, I rewatched seasons 1 and 2 and saw a crucial parallel to another series I’ve rewatched multiple times over: Marcella (only seasons 1 and 2 because season 3 wasn’t real tbh). I’m not reviewing these shows today, especially not Dead to Me because I can imagine that everything good to be said about it is already out there, and Marcella, well, because season 3 kind of made me not want to talk about the show ever again. But there is a small connecting thread between the lead characters Jen (Dead to Me) and Marcella (Marcella) that I’d like to talk a little about, especially because of how it relates to me and my expressions of self. 

I believe one of the three people reading this blog has not seen these shows, so for some context, I looked for some description of these two characters where their anger or more socially unacceptable demeanors are described as their key traits: 

Dead to Me 

So, every aspect of the show is absolutely fucking phenomenal, but the writing and acting in particular are off-the-charts flawless. Christina Applegate and Linda Cardellini play Jen Harding and Judy Hale, an unlikely pair united by a web of tragedy and bad decisions made by good people. Free-spirited Judy befriends cynical Jen at a grief group after Jen’s husband is hit and killed in a hit-and-run accident, and chaos ensues.

[...]   I think the thing in Dead to Me I connect to more than anything else though, is Jen Harding’s unfettered rage. [...] She’s just generally over people’s bullshit and expresses it in ways most of us either can’t or won’t. I mean, at one point she literally bludgeons someone to death when he pushes her too far with his woman-hating bullshit. Is there a woman out there who hasn’t entertained this fantasy? Jen’s honest, naked fury is the reason I think so many have fallen in love with the show and with this character in particular.

https://www.scarymommy.com/jen-dead-to-me-unfiltered-rage-queen

Marcella 

DS Marcella Backland, played with coiled spring intensity by Anna Friel – isn’t the chirpiest of characters. And nor is she all that fun loving or easy going, either. In fact, it’s a small wonder anyone in her life likes her at all, really.

Actually, come to think of it… No one really does. Her soon-to-be ex-husband Jason has now moved out properly and is due to marry his new girlfriend. Her children seem to tolerate more than love her. And she still runs about her place of work, barking at colleagues, undermining her boss and harassing suspects. Even her on/off boyfriend, colleague Jamie Bamber, seems to have a few issues with her behaviour.

In a way, it’s kind of reassuring to see that Marcella the person is still just as thoroughly brusque, surly and uncivil as ever. Just as reassuring as it is to see that Marcella the TV programme is still just as thoroughly dark, distressing and downright depressing as ever.

https://www.deadgoodbooks.co.uk/seasons/marcella-series-2-review/

So it is precisely in how ‘unlikable’ Jen and Marcella are that they charm and engage, where it is a welcome experience to bask in the fantasy of uncouth (yet highly successful), seething (but understandably so), feminist women. Aside from how they are generally in their day-to-day interactions and in their perspectives on the happenings in their lives, I am speaking specifically about how this ‘anger’ (generalising here because I can’t be bothered to explain all the way this manifests or all the different undercurrents, all the layers of the submerged iceberg beneath this anger, so just imagine a very very very deep and complicated and moving and sad and hurt compounded anger) led these two characters to committing irreversibly tragic actions. Jen, in a fit of misdirected hurt/rage/annoyance kills her best friend’s ex-boyfriend (as bolded in the text above), and Marcella, whose anger mostly seems self-directed, smashes the head of her loving, warm (and handsome hehe) colleague who had moments before just stopped her from attempting suicide, chains him to a toilet stall, cuts all her hair off and slices through the sides of her mouth (think Joker-but cooler idk I’ve never seen Joker or Batman lol), before living under a bridge for weeks in the cold. (See pic below for the shocking, terrifying iconicity of Marcella’s self-harm.) While the manifestations of these unprocessed, unmanaged unhelpful emotions are different, both Jen and Marcella are clearly volatile, “unhinged” women. 

A few nights ago I was in the car giving my colleague a lift home after work, and it’s a long drive so we usually have good time to start and finish serious topics before she gets off, and this is a part of my week-day routines I have come to enjoy very much. So on this particular drive, my colleague gave a recent stressful experience in her life as an example of how anger does not sit well with her, both in her personal and professional selves, and how sadness is something she’d much rather languish in. And I commented that I am very much the opposite, not that I am avoidant of sadness, but rather anger feels comfortable and nature and very much like something core to who I am. I have thrown cups and bottles on the ground and my phone more times than I can remember, I have smushed my pen-tip into my diaries since I was a teenager causing ink to bleed out, and slamming doors is something so easy for me to resort to, any day any time. And I know that certain media makes it seem empowering for women, otherwise discouraged from expressing non-warm/loving emotions, to start showing these types of behaviours as a supposed reclamation of that which we have had to abstain from with much intentional restraint, but we know honestly that there are not healthy or respectful methods of coping / managing. 

Back to Jen and Marcella, being me watching these two beautiful, strong, epic, swaggilicious women behave in the ways they do without thinking twice.... of course that’s immediately inspiring and relatable, right? Because it’s something I can already see myself doing, see myself being if given free rein. But my post today, the important point that has been on my mind for months, is why this isn’t okay. Doing the work that I have done (just for 2+ years but hopefully many many many more to come!!) and also just generally maturing as a young adult has shown me that it’s not cool for anyone to cause distress in others through such expressions; it’s not cool to “lost control” (itself a myth mostly), and it’s not cool to ummmm murder haha or to attempt it... 

Which is precisely why Jen and Marcella had to go to such extreme lengths. Let’s imagine that these two women continued about with their lives as the cool, iconic, irreverent, highly intelligent, brave legends that they are, and express themselves with the rudeness/disrespect/”craziness” that they do, save for killing someone/attempting to kill others+themselves. If that was it, then it would really have been so, so so easy to continue to pedestalize them as the women most of us other women dream to be. It would be so easy to think hey I could be like that too, and in fact I should because I deserve to! And this is not wrong either. There are a million ways in which women can act that would likely benefit all of society, with such freedom of expression. But the peak of the mountain (murder, to generalize) should never be reached; that is not a height to be scaled and I think that’s why it was so important that it was.  Do you know what I mean? What I mean when I say the shocking brutalities* are necessary is that audiences needed to realise that there is always a flipside to being this ‘cool angry bih’. And sometimes that can include awful awful awful tragedies. Me most of all, I needed to realise it too. 

* - Dead to Me invested a lot into showing the hurt caused by Jen’s murderous action, where the shock and realisation of how immoral and unacceptable it was doesn’t come all at once, but slowly through the impact shown on many many lives. And ultimately we (and authorities) forgive her for it, but the weight is always known. 

I might come back and add on to this in a while, but it’s a Sunday night now and as always I’m anxious about starting the work week because more often than not it includes weights I am not prepared to carry. But I’d like to say most importantly more so than the non-revolutionary singular point I’ve made in the too-many words above, that I love love love love love both of these shows. Finishing season 3 of Dead to Me last week, I cried on the way back home a few days later suddenly thinking about how sad and vast and simple it was. 

Love you all! 

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Update:

Omg I just realised something hilarious hahahaha I was scrolling through my few-and-far-between old posts and saw that I had very roughly talked about Dead to Me in May 2021, and omg... I am part of the fucking problem guys!!! 

This is so funny omg.... ignore everything I said pls hahahahaha.... Killing an innocent man is not ok wtf!! Maya wake up!!!! 

Ok but saying “you can die” when someone asks you what they can do to help is still quite iconic ngl. 

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I will preface this by saying that I, and a handful of people actually like Captain Frederick Gideon from the TV series Locke and Key. If you don't like him, keep scrolling, you're not being forced to read this.

If you do like this character, as much as I do, you're more than welcome to read my idea of his past before he shows up in Matheson. This is based in 1760, fifteen years before Gideon makes his unwelcome appearance in Matheson, aiding the British in the American War of Independence.

This is the first ever fic I wrote, marking the beginning of my writing journey last year (before I knew of Miguel O'Hara's existence). This project is very dear to me.

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Worlds Apart - Chapter 1 - Death In London

A big change is headed for our nasty soldier, is he prepared?

Word count - 2740

Minors DNI

Contains : Smut, right at the beginning. Oral sex. Prostitution and death included.

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Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4

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Soft giggles and the sound of tender kisses filled the air as a naked, muscular man with light brown hair laid nestled on a bed littered with luxurious cushions. The four-poster was adorned with velvets and silks over the canopy, draping down, elegantly over the sides.

The tender kisses came from a woman to his left in a similar state of undress, her lips capturing his while her hands caressed his toned torso.

Lower down on his defined form was another woman also free from clothing, her lips wrapped around his hardened shaft, pleasuring him so tenderly, so softly.

Deep groans emanated from his chest as every delicious suck and tantalising lick brought him closer to orgasm, his hips occasionally pushed up into her mouth, seeking more exquisite sensations.

A calloused hand slid down his abdomen to the woman’s head, bobbing slowly up and down on him. Fingers clenched into a fist, grasping her loose hair as he began to control her movements. He grunted into the other girl’s mouth as his tongue gained entry.

He felt like a king, only because he had paid the girls to treat him as such.

Both of the prostitutes were indeed beautiful and exceedingly talented in giving pleasure to paying customers.

With his more forceful influence, the woman choked slightly as his hand pushed her further down onto him. It seemed he was bigger than other patrons she’s used to. Her hands tightened around his hips to brace herself.

His free hand fondled the breasts of the other woman who was kissing him, squeezing and pinching firmly, making her squeal into his mouth at the sharp sensation. He wasn’t exactly gentle, and his somewhat rough approach could sometimes catch the prostitutes by surprise.

A tightening sensation built up within him, indicating his imminent climax. Another choke filled the air as he began to thrust his hips more into her mouth.

His grunts became more frequent, accompanying every pump until his entire body stiffened. The woman’s head held firmly in place as he came into her mouth. His lips released the other woman’s as he groaned loudly, his body twitched with every pulse originating from his cock. His seed spilled from his slit while the girl’s tongue licked and sucked him clean.

“Fuck…” His voice shuddered in a breathy tone as his orgasm fades away slowly. Finally, his large hand released its grip on the woman’s hair, allowing her to pull away. She takes a deep breath before wiping her mouth, ridding it of saliva from her chokes.

A deep sigh of reluctance escapes his parted lips. The thought of going outside in the cold to go home did not feel at all appealing. It was February, and the weather was treacherous at best.

“Alas, I have to leave,” he began as he sat up on the bed. Both girls drew closer and kissed either side of his thick, muscular neck tenderly, as if to encourage him to stay.

“If I could stay, I would, and have the both of you all night.” He kissed both of the girls, one after the other before rising from the bed and gathering his clothes.

Each item of clothing was put on, piece by piece. Grey breeches, followed by a white shirt, then, the eye-catching red of his military uniform. He draped a long black cloak over him to keep him warm outside, and to conceal his appearance. If discovered, he’d most likely be disciplined for whoring.

The two girls laid on the bed together and watched in awe at the man who loomed over them. His stature and strength was enough to make any girl swoon. One of them glanced at his ring finger and was surprised to see no golden band. This military man was still on the market... Despite the major unlikeliness of him ever marrying either of them, they still batted their eyelashes and gave him a sweet smile.

Wrapping the cloak tightly around him, he stepped out into the dark of night and strode as quickly as he could to Mayfair.

Entering his family home couldn’t have played out any more differently than he had expected. For one thing, his mother was still up. Secondly, the household staff all wore solemn expressions on their faces.

“Where the hell have you been?” his mother shrieked. She paced impatiently up and down the foyer of the grand home. Her footsteps echoing along the black and white tiled flooring.

The man didn’t like being questioned like that. As far as he saw it, his business was none of her concern.

“Out... What appears to be the problem?” he replies sternly to his mother.

The pacing stopped abruptly at his question. Her cold glare fixed on him as her lips pressed together in a thin line. Clenching her fingers on the front of her dress, she approached her son and thrusted a hand towards him with a note folded within it. The whites of her eyes were slightly red from crying.

The military man’s brows furrowed at her face full of emotion. It was unusual for his mother to display any kind of vulnerability. This could not be good.

Taking the note from her hand, he began to unfold it and read the message inside.

“Lord Gideon’s presence is requested at his earliest convenience at the Fighting Lion in Camberwell. Duke Gideon has been killed.”

His heart pounded particularly hard upon reading the word ‘killed’. Lowering his hand, his eyes stared into the distance. Everything started to sound muffled momentarily as the weight of the news set in.

Now he understood why his mother was so upset.

The Fighting Lion… that wretched name... He knew that establishment well and hated it with every fibre of his being.

Perhaps it could be the case of mistaken identity? Maybe his father was in fact somewhere else in London, at the peak of physical fitness and not dead in a public house?

Without uttering another word, the cloaked man turned on his heel and left the house. Once more out into the darkness and bitter cold.

The near freezing temperatures nip at his face as he hails a horse and enclosed carriage. Parts of him wished he had remained in the brothel so he did not have to deal with this until the next morning. However, his mother would have been absolutely livid.

After squeezing his broad shoulders through the narrow carriage doorway, he falls back into the seat and sighs. If his father was truly dead, that’d mean he, himself would become… a Duke. He knew this would happen when his father would eventually pass, but he wasn’t expecting it to happen quite so soon.

Candle-lit lanterns illuminated the streets as the carriage rocked side to side down the road, leaving Mayfair.

It wasn’t long until he had crossed the Thames river and headed into the poorer side of London. He wouldn’t have described it as the slums, but it wasn’t the richest part of the city either.

Finally, the carriage stopped outside the Fighting Lion in Camberwell. It was the only wooden building in the street. The windows of the establishment were lit with a golden glow of flickering candles inside, but no merriment was heard within.

Vapour curled from his parted lips as he prepared himself for what was waiting on the other side of those doors.

The whinny of the horse that pulled his carriage brought his attention back to the now after letting it wander slightly. With a large, hard swallow, he pushed the doors open and stepped through, ducking his six-foot-seven-inch frame to enter the establishment.

Apart from a handful of people, the pub was practically empty: two dead bodies, covered by sheets, two men, one questioning the public house owner and the other, supervising the interrogation.

The three living people turned to face him as he entered. He was met with bows of sympathy from the men, however, he received a glare from the owner - the landlady. He wouldn’t have expected anything else from her, however it didn’t mean that her attitude didn’t rile him up.

She stood, arms folded, her expression, nothing but a cold, hard stare. Her long brown hair draped over her shoulders and thin arms.

One of the men stepped forward. He was tall and slim, also wearing a cloak over his clothes.

“I would bid you a good evening my lord, but given the circumstances…” his voice trailed off as his head turned to the two bodies lying on the floor.

Lord Gideon’s gaze also landed back on the covered corpses. “There’s two bodies?” he asked as he turned his head back to the landlady. “Killing one wasn’t enough for you was it?” An unpleasant sneer spread across his lips. If he wasn’t potentially dealing with the death of his father, his sneer would have turned into an evil grin.

The landlady’s face contorted into pure anger and hatred at the man.

��Keep up that attitude and I’ll make it a third-”

“Is that a threat?!” the Lord thundered, his booming voice reverberated around the public house as he marched up to the woman. The fact she glared back at him unflinchingly angered him more. The floorboards creaked and groaned with every heavy booted footstep.

His two large hands grabbed her arms and shunted her hard against a wall, ignoring the two men who scrambled to intervene.

Ice-cold, blue eyes bore into her, while her fierce, brown gaze stared right back. The pressure of his grip on her arms was intense and almost painful. His form towered over her with menace. Despite her calm and calculated attitude, the military man noticed her chest heaving with heavy, anger-fueled breaths.

The material of his cloak was tugged by the two men in an attempt to pull the man away from the landlady, but he was an immovable force.

Perhaps it was a mistake on his part, or maybe he did this deliberately to see what she’d do, but he had a firm hold on her upper arms. This meant her hands were free to move - mostly. She tried to use this to her advantage, striking him wherever she could reach; but it had no effect. Frustration and rage grew within her.

He caught her gaze wandering lower down his body as she shifted her weight on her feet, aligning herself perfectly to kick him somewhere that would hurt.

Letting go of one arm, his hand seized her thigh as she suddenly raised it, catching it just before it came into contact between his legs.

“Don’t even think about-”

SLAP

The Lord’s head jolted to the right suddenly… Now he has made a mistake... After letting go of her arm, he had opened her up to smack him hard across the face. The sound of it even made the other two men wince.

Silence fell amongst the four of them in the pub. His cheek stung from the sharp and sudden contact, the skin throbbing where her hand struck him.

Slowly, he turned his head back to face the insolent woman. An evil glint in his eyes shone as they locked onto hers, giving her a murderous glare.

Just as he was about to lunge forward and teach her a lesson, the two men managed to grapple on and heave him backwards. His feet scraped heavily along the floor as he fought back.

“That bitch just struck me!” he bellowed as he watched her rush to the security of being behind her bar.

“That’s enough, my lord,” the tall man interjected.

The incensed soldier writhed uncontrollably in their grasp.

“Don’t think I can’t reach over that bar and grab you, woman!” Angry growls and roars filled the air as was shunted further back.

“My lord, you should really be inspecting your father’s body!”

The giant of a man was released, with a healthy distance between him and the landlady. He rolls his arms forwards in a huff, an attempt to fix his uniform under his cloak.

Taking a few deep breaths, he tried to focus on something else to stop himself from rushing to strangle her. His attention was now on the two bodies. It wasn’t a good sign that he was immediately able to recognise the boots on one of the corpses…

The other man, who was shorter and more portly, crouched down next to the bodies and peeled back the cover, revealing a battered and bruised face. Despite the substantial damage, the Lord gave a subtle nod to confirm that it was in fact his father laying dead on the floor.

“Would anyone care to tell me what the hell happened here?” His tone indicated more control within him. Perhaps sobered by the thought of his dead father in front of him.

Looking up from the late Duke, he watched the other two men turn to face the woman.

“The Duke followed the other man inside my pub; houndin’ him he was,” she began to explain in her common London accent. “Don’t ask me what for.” Her eyes landed on the Lord as if she was telling him directly. “Things got physical. The other bloke attacked first, but the Duke hit back. They both dealt heavy blows and the old man fell last…”

The deceased Duke was where his son got his build, his strength and his vile temper. He was simply a younger version of his father. Perhaps if the Duke was younger, he might have survived the fight and lived to see another day.

The landlady was pleased that he died. There were now one fewer Gideon’s to endure in the ton. She and the Gideon family had a history, one she disliked very much. Some of her hardships that she faced in life, she pinned the responsibility solely on that wretched family.

Lord Gideon raised an eyebrow at her. “Any witnesses to back up your statement?”

The woman rolled her eyes. “Yes, ask all of my regulars tomorrow when they return.”

Anger spiked within him at her attitude. She had such a smart mouth. In the back of his mind, he longed to fill that mouth with something to keep her quiet…

“Thank you Miss Tanner. We will remove the bodies now.” The taller of the other men said to the landlady who nods and glares back at the soldier.

That was his cue to leave it seemed. He had no other business there after confirming his father’s identity.

“Good evening gentlemen,” he growled almost somberly as he began to leave the establishment. His dark, evil eyes wandered over Miss Tanner as he made his way to the doors. For a moment, their gaze connected. She got the impression that despite it being the end of Duke Gideon, this wasn’t going to be the last of his son.

The doors slammed shut as he left, the entire building shook.

Miss Tanner flinched at the sound of her pub’s doors being closed so noisily, making her curse under her breath - that man made her blood boil.

As she watched the bodies be removed from her establishment, she hoped the Duke had a special place reserved in hell for him and that he’d suffer for an eternity there. Her dislike towards him and his family had existed for as long as she could remember them, way back when she was a child.

The way he treated the working class was despicable, and he seemed to hate her in particular.

Now totally alone, Miss Tanner locked up her business and entered her private quarters above the pub. Her hands massaged the top half of her arms, the feeling of Lord Gideon’s firm grip remains, so did the sting on her fingers when she slapped him. A smirk played across her lips as she remembered the look of shock on his face. Her second victory of the day; the first being the Duke’s death. However there was something she couldn’t shake off. The heat from his hands as they gripped her took her breath away. She didn’t like that feeling and didn’t understand why she couldn’t let go of it in her mind.

She flopped unceremoniously down on her bed and sighed. “Shit…” she grumbled under her breath. The landlady knew there were going to be repercussions from the events of this evening and her actions. She’ll have to be prepared…

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