#i don't know any of the other last names or if the have one

[endemiccharm]

I just wrote a giant response to this and then accidentally deleted it so I'm writing it again.

Long and short: US Americans can be awful. Those people won't change and don't want to. Fuck those people. Others (many) are victims of propaganda (which is nowhere near being foreign victims of the US military-industrial complex, but is an important distinction for these conversations). Mostly because US Americans often don't know what they don't know and when they are met with vitriol, they will retreat to the propaganda that makes them exceptional rather than intellectually engage. It is much the same argument as not being cruel to proselytizers because it will send them back to their cult.

I vented my spleen with the last one, but I'm rewriting because I do think it's important: people saying 'but US Americans don't go other places so of course they don't care' or 'the US is just terminally insular' really believe these things are true and valid. This is due to many things that I will try to elucidate (under a read-more for those of you who are actually curious rather than just venting)

News Media

Doesn't cover much foreign policy/activity unless it is incredibly violent or directly affects the US. This is also why US Americans don't know that other countries send aid when we have disasters. It's not reported on, so many truly believe we handle all our problems ourselves and handle other countries' problems as well because our aid is reported on.

Covers things in a really simplistic fashion either because it wants to be digestible (charitable read) or because it wants to sway the opinion (more objective read)

Was a very strong cause of the massive cultural movements around the Vietnam War and the US Civil Rights movement. Since then, there have been vested interests in eroding the backbone of the news media as an objective source rather than a mouthpiece for power. Many places only have/had access to FOX news (my childhood) and therefore unless someone is looking for an alternate viewpoint, they believe that this is the objective reporting of experts. Especially when other authorities (ie their church) tells them it is. Our news leans heavily right.

Education

I'm going to leave the concept of religious homeschooling right here and just say it's legal and in many states completely unregulated.

I went to a public high school with a good reputation in a Red-but-not-bible-belt state. This is what I learned of 1900s US American history: the 1920s were full of frivolity, then there was a depression because the stock market crashed, then Europe went to war. The nazis were bad but US wanted to remain neutral because WWI had caused our depression but then Japan attacked with Pearl Harbor and so we joined (and won!) the war. The atom bombs were sad but necessary because they stopped the Japanese who were killing many more people. The cold war happened and that meant that we rooted out communists which we maybe took a little too far, but Cuba was really horrible and Russia too. Civil Rights movement was Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King (who was good and reasonable and well-liked) and Malcolm X (who was violent and distrusted) and then probably some other people and Martin Luther King led the change and Civil Rights were better and then he was assassinated. End. Of. I didn't learn about the lead-up to WWII or how our system of eugenics informed and empowered Nazi rhetoric. I didn't learn about the US Americans who were pro-nazi. I didn't learn about the Korean or Vietnam war, or how the FBI murdered MLK jr who was deeply divisive in his time, or the names of other civil rights leaders, or the existence of Desert Storm, or the carpet bombing of Laos, or any of our actions in the very many countries where the US actively destabilized governments.

This doesn't stop at our history, by the way. My earth science teacher told us that uniformitarianism was unproven and there was good evidence for catastrophism which would support the fact that the earth was 6000 years old. My social sciences teacher taught us that socialism and communism were the same thing. I learned about Asia from a mormon man who deeply fetishized certain philosophies while also denigrating major religions but at least he talked about the countries as individual nations rather than a monolith because Asia was a special interest. If my stepmom didn't have a Masters degree in sino-soviet relations, I wouldn't have untangled that ball of gross for many more years.

I learned more than this from college and independent learning, but that is because I was incredibly fortunate to be in a not-that-kind-of-Christian household with parents who valued education. We should all be seeking out knowledge, but in the US higher education is prohibitively expensive and the act of educating yourself is considered a luxury. Education is not a pursuit, it is a box to tick off so you can live your life. For so many US Americans, the act of seeking out education is expressly frowned upon by your whole social circle (read: church) who believe that the bible is the only book you need and trying to learn about science is an act of hubris because only god can understand the universe.

Culture

Many US Americans haven't visited other parts of the country, and this is symptomatic of the insular nature of their city/county/state/church, which views politically-left-leaning states (California, Massachusetts, etc.) as bascially the same as communist Russia. This means that traveling within the country can cause major culture shock. This coupled with their lack of experience with foreign citizens (or even different races: I met two black people between the ages of 0 and 19) means that rather than extrapolate that there are people everywhere who are very similar as people but also shaped by their environment, they go "holy shit, if my own country can be so vastly different, then the rest of the world must be incomprehensible. Good thing the US just kind of deals with its own stuff and only gets involved when other countries need help with democracy!"

Even though the internet allows for globalization, very few US Americans speak or understand a language other than English (some high schools require 2 years of a language, but again, that's the "education is a ticket you punch, not a lifelong endeavor" thought process) which means that even when we break out of our US-centric bubble, we often don't get to engage with people from anything other than other English-speaking countries. (Also I know the wide US-ification of the internet is bigger problem for everyone else, but it does enforce those cultural bubble mindsets for US Americans as well)

I cannot overstate how much certain churches are truly just the US American religion. People here believe that Jesus was white. They believe the bible was originally written (as-is) in English. They believe that Jesus visited America. They believe that by showing empathy you are allowing behaviors that will send a person to hell and any pain a person experiences on earth cannot be compared to hell so anything that hurts you but causes you to stop sinning is ontologically good. They believe that this nation is God's chosen land and everyone else is just jealous and needs saving by us. They believe that Armageddon is coming and when it does they will go to heaven and the world will be left behind so there's no reason to save it (also this means something about Israel that is both deeply anti-semitic and also anti-islamic). When you understand that this is the baseline of many, many US Americans, you understand why people who 'just' take the bible a little literally are considered liberal Christians.

The military actively recruits in our high schools. They are allowed to lie to teenagers. They hold fun events like relay races and obstacle courses and say that basic training is like that. They say that US Americans are the heroes of the world and don't you want to be a hero? (please remember these are kids who have been taught the same history of the US as I listed above). They say "it's five years and then you get to go to college free!". And when the now-18-year-old signs up, they are stuck for five years doing whatever they are ordered or standing up and either being dishonorably discharged or criminally prosecuted for going AWOL (absent without leave). Some are lucky! My brother-in-law got to be in the firefighting force, which means he's usually not hurting people! (still had to go to active combat). Then they return, and they still have to navigate a broken system to access education, and when they do it's often a trade or a college where they study something that doesn't have a history requirement and they still don't learn about what they just spent years enforcing. Every person living in a country the US has invaded or destabilized is a victim on a much more grievous level, but that doesn't mean these kids aren't also victims of a system of indoctrination and propaganda.

Purity culture is its own rant and I've talked enough, but even those who do have left-leaning views and do get an education and do avoid the military still often stop short of actually engaging with their purity mindset because it is so ingrained in US culture that such people actually go "well I can't vote for Kamala! She's not serious enough about Israel!" while Trump is literally saying "then I'll give Israel every single bomb" and feel like they're morally justified. Some of this goes back to education. We don't learn philosophy or moral theories - we're taught mostly authoritarian, listen-to-your-teacher, some-things-are-ontologically-right/wrong-and-you-must-do-only-right morals. Even in public schools. Blame John Calvin. Also Aristotle. Fuckers.

Tl;dr a second time: You are not immune to propaganda, and US American systems are incredibly adept at ingraining it from a painfully young age. Please, if you have the patience, engage with ignorant US Americans as if they can be educated. Please, if you don't have the patience (and I do not blame you there is only so much bullshit a person can deal with), just block them. Please don't send those who are trying to make sense of this horrible, horrible mess back into the arms of US American exceptionalism and Christofascism. Please.

[cheralith]

characters ; michael kaiser cw ; fem!reader, she/her pronouns, childhood best friends, implied fwb, fluff-ish?, some smut so explicit content/smut (18+ only, mdni) a/n ; sorryyy last blurb for the day and then ill head to bed, i couldn't help myself

kaiser only has only had sex with two people in his life. you, his long-term friend from childhood and some other girl he doesn't remember the name of.

you gave each other your virginities in your blooming adult years, given that you were the only person that kaiser entrusted with such a vulnerable moment of himself. it was heaven on earth when he reached his first orgasm from you that wasn't by his own means, and he ended up chasing that high over and over again with you, always ending up in bed together whenever you stayed at his apartment. something about you feels safe, feels fitting, as if you were made for solely him.

the only other time he's had sex with another person was during a post-game party where a bunch of models were invited over to the clubhouse to celebrate. you're not technically in a relationship with him (disregard the fact that he took you out on what would be interpreted to literally everybody as dates, gifted you expensive things, would kiss you in unexpected moments merely because he felt like it, and has a picture of you in his wallet to help calm him down in frustrating moments. that doesn't mean anything. you’re just best friends.) and kaiser thinks that he should at least try to venture out with other people while he was still able to. you were abroad overseas during the time, so kaiser, who usually stalked off and did his own thing with you in his apartment after games like these, chose to stay behind for once to see what the hubbub was about.

he has his eyes set on a rather attractive woman and they end up in a hotel together, with her kissing his neck in an attempt to wind him up. he has his hands on her waist, but something about this feels... off. sure, he's hard, but when he juts himself into her, it doesn't feel right. it doesn't feel good on his end. he pulls moan after moan from her, but the pleasure for him has yet to appear, just barely feathering his nerves but not enough to truly drive him up the wall in the way he's familiar with. this seems more like a chore to him.

he feels it sometimes, and he tries to take advantage of it whenever it came by, but when he attempts to do so in one particular moment where she's riding him, she suddenly gets off and throws a glare his way.

kaiser sits up, clearly irritated at the fact she just short-circuited his orgasm. "what the hell? why'd you stop?"

she gathers her things and shuffles herself back into her outfit, huffing. "moaning out another girl's name? god, you're a dick."

"what the fuck are you talking about?" he spats.

"i don't know who (y/n) is—" she says with an edge to her tone, the sound of your name making his dick twitch. "but if she's some sort of ex you have, i feel sorry for her. sort it out, but don't drag me into it."

kaiser's eye twitches at the mention of her smothering your name in regards to him. he didn’t even notice the fact that he was even making any sound, let alone grunting out your name when you weren’t the one he was with.

he grits his teeth. "shut the hell up and get out."

"i was already planning to," she spits and escorts herself out the room, leaving kaiser half blue-balled to his disdain.

he groans, feeling his hard-on still rigid underneath the sheets. he pulls out his phone and opens your contact, where your flight details that you sent over to him lay out on the screen. you’ll be back tomorrow morning, thank god, but kaiser isn’t sure if he can wait that long. agitated, he presses the call button.

you pick up a moment later to his relief.

“hi there,” you murmur softly from your end.

kaiser feels another twitch, your sweet voice echoing in his mind. “hey.”

“you’re calling rather late,” you say, a concern evident in your voice. “everything okay?”

he goes silent for a minute, trying to think of what to say.

“… yes.”

you hum lowly on the other end, clearly unconvinced. “don’t lie to me, micha,” you warn.

“i’m not,” he groans as he rubs his forehead, attempting to filter out his frustration. “i just… i don’t know. i just miss you, that’s all.”

you give a soft, sweet laugh, a melody kaiser finds himself enjoying over and over again. “the great michael kaiser… missing somebody? what a feat.”

“don’t test me, you dumb girl,” he hisses, thumb hovering over the red button, though it’s clear he doesn’t want to press it or go near it at all. “i’ll end this call right now.”

“i’m kidding, you idiot,” you singsong playfully. “but… i miss you too, micha. a lot, actually.”

it’s been nearly a week since you’ve gone abroad for the business trip. seven days too long without you. he wants you back here with him in germany, in his arms where only you belong.

“when you come back tomorrow,” kaiser begins lowly, “d’you wanna hang out at my place?”

he can sense your smile through the phone. “i’d like that.”

he sighs contently. he figures that there’s no one else in the world he can picture himself with as relief settles into his chest, the thought of you underneath him with a lustful haze on your face staining his mind and bringing ease back into his body.

[ro-bee]

12, 30, and 50! Give us the goat lore! :)

I'm back with more 😌

12. How tall is your lamb?

not super accurate but :

for my fellow metric system friends

kiran: 1.80 goat: 1.70 lamb: 1.55 nari: 1.60

(If is wrong I'm sorry I googled it when I was half asleep lol)

30. Who is your lamb’s second in command or closest follower?

kiran is the one who takes care of the followers, cooks for them bless them and everything else expect sermons (he is very loved)

nana as the first follower is goat's favorite, she's very respected by the others and also se's the doctor of the cult

goat doesn't really take care of the cult, they didn't want it anyway so it's up to kiran to deal with it

50. Freebie! Tell us any headcanon you want!

ok i'll leave some headcanons >:)

-jovan had actually a big family! they lived with their two brothers one sister and their mother! they took their father place basically and took great care of the little ones

-after death jovan never introduced themselve to kiran with their real name but only as "goat" because the jovan they once were was long gone years ago before actually dying. it would be an insult to their family, and the person they were, to keep the name.

kiran know their real name but respect their decision, and only referes to them with goat or dear

-they ofthen have nightmares and go to kiran for comfort

they are aware that what they have is not healty... but they don't have anyone else

last one is spicy lol buuuut

-they use sex and phisical touch as a coping mechanism😔

[littelovelunette]

story idea : mechanic!sevika x married!rich!r who's husband is away at work and the maids tell sevika that the marriage is in shambles and sevika takes the green light (g!p sevika please?) 🥺❤️

Save Me From This

Contains g!p Sevika (doesn't mention it in the story though), mentions of divorce

Mechanic!Sevika x Married!Reader

Normally, people would take their cars to the mechanics but you were rich, you could be doing a million other things than take a car to a shop.

Instead, you have the mechanic come over, because why not?

"Remind me again, why one would agree to this?" Sevika questioned the maid that led her to the garage.

"The pay is great," the woman replied, "Well, I'm Peyton."

"Sevika."

"You need anything, just call me," she smiled kindly before going to the exit of the garage.

"Wait, Peyton," Sevika said suddenly making the other woman halt.

"Yeah?"

"I don't even have any idea the type of people I'm working for, I barely collected the intel of their last name 'Hayes'," Sevika said, putting down her toolbox and crossing her muscular biceps, "Enlighten me?"

"Well, for starters, they are filthy rich," Peyton said sounding almost bitter, "But between you and I, I'm aware that her husband has a mistress."

"Does Mrs. Hayes know, too?" Sevika asked after a pause of contemplation.

"Of course, she does, she's smart I tell you," Peyton paused, "Although, she likes to pretend she doesn't know anything, she does. Their marriage is in shambles."

"Shambles? It's that bad?" Sevika leaned against the wall, as if deep in thought.

"Well, I've heard that Mrs. Hayes is filing for a divorce soon and rumours say her husband is trying to cut her off financially."

"Oh, so she lives off her husband's funds?"

"No, not really, she's a business mastermind. She owns multiple businesses globally and honestly, it's Mr. Hayes who should be worrying," Peyton said with a grin. She must really hate Mr. Hayes.

"So... You're telling me Mrs. Hayes is richer than her husband?" Sevika asked skeptically.

"Yeah, what can I say, she's a self established woman. I really look upto her," Peyton said, almost blushing.

"I can see why you do," Sevika smirked slightly, she loved women who knew how to handle themselves.

"Anyway, I should leave and get to my work or Mrs. Hayes will bite my head off," Peyton laughed.

"Yeah, I'll do, too. Nice meeting you, Peyton."

"Nice meeting you, too."

You were in your room, silently going over the divorce papers. Your fingers absentmindedly played with the pen before you let out a sigh.

"Ma'am," one of the maids knocked at the door, "The mechanic is done with the work, would you like me to take the payment to her? Or would you like to see the work?"

"I'm coming in a bit," you answered, getting up with a small groan.

"Okay, ma'am."

You dropped the pen on the table and walked towards the door, opening it and peeking out.

The halls were deserted.

With a deep exhale you walked to the garage, opening it with your heavily manicured hand.

And oh damn, the mechanic.

You walked inside, your heels click-clacking against the floor as you stopped in front of her.

"I've done what you've asked of me, Mrs. Hayes," Sevika said, looking at you. She was in a wife pleaser which was now stained with oil and grease. You could almost see her abs through it.

"Mrs. Hayes?" Sevika called again, "You're staring."

"No, right, I mean, sorry," you stumbled over your words, "You don't have to call me Mrs. Hayes, you can just call me by my first name," you said before giving her your first name.

"Oh, I'm Sevika," Sevika said and you nodded, "Yeah, I know."

"Really? You didn't seem to be the type to pay attention to the staff," Sevika said with a slight smirk.

"Oh, I do, believe me, I do," you leaned against the car hood, "Just, the divorce has been a lot on my head, y'know?"

"I understand," Sevika leaned against the car too beside you, "Not that I've ever been in your place, but I have a gist."

You smiled slightly, looking up at her, "You're quite the woman."

"I could say the same for yourself," Sevika said, with a hint of flirtatiousness which you didn't fail to catch.

"Hey, would you be open to going out sometime?" You asked, nervously fiddling with your sleeve.

Sevika smiled, "Yeah, sure."

Your eyes lingered on Sevika's muscular frame, "I've never seen a woman so..."

"Buff? Yeah, I get that," Sevika said awkwardly scratching the back of her head, biceps flexing.

"Can I—?" You raised a hand and took a step closer, as if willing to touch her arm.

Sevika nodded giving you her consent. Her arm was muscly, sweat-glazed and looked so biteable.

"Wow," you mumbled under your breath, squeezing the hard muscle under your fingers, "You must work out a lot."

"A bit," Sevika underplayed it, enjoying your touch on her bicep. You both remained silent for a bit before Sevika said, "I should go home, get cleaned, and—"

"Do come back," you said, "Whenever you like," you quickly added, trying not to sound desperate.

"Is that right?" Sevika smirked, "What, you hopping from people to people, huh?"

"Well, men can be pigs," you said before adding, "You could just make me your Mistress," you winked.

Sevika's smirk darkened, a big calloused hand carefully gripping your waist, "Careful, pretty, don't get so ahead of yourself now..."

She seemed like she wanted to say something.

"But?" You grinned, hands placing on her chest.

"But it's definitely a nice thought."

Part 2??

[crowborn666-writes]

Squeezed

(You know, at first thought, being squeezed until you may lose feeling doesn't sound too pleasant. But all I can think about is how grounding that could be when in an panic attack)

Floyd Leech x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Platonic/Romantic

Summary: The reality of your situation finally hits you, but you definitely don't need the other students taunting you for something out of your control. Thankfully(?), you have Floyd.

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"Henchman?" Grim's worried call barely registers, your heartbeat creeping into your ears as you quickly speed walk out of your last class. "(Y/n), what's wrong? You're not really bothered by all those chumps are you?"

Your feet stutter, your body falling into the wall of the empty hallway, having been going the completely wrong direction. Your arms wrapped tight around your chest. Your breathing speeds up, vision narrowing as thoughts fill your head.

You were gonna either die here or be stuck here forever, weren't you? Stuck in a world of magic, unable to tap into any of the mystical power. Has Crowley even been looking for a solution???

You barely register Grim saying something about getting help, barely see him rush off. Your ears ring, gaze darting around you yet focusing on nothing.

You blink, trying to take in a steadying breath. You just needed to focus, identify colors or shapes to reset your head, calm yourself down before you truly lose it. You try to focus on something to begin, but your brain is too scrambled to give a name to any shape or color.

You don't hear the sing-songing lilt of someone calling your name, barely registering the figure now in front of you.

"Shrimpy?" It's Floyd, his toothy grin on display. "You're breathing awfully heavy there, you know. What's got you so worked up?"

He leans into your space, trying to see if you'll react. Had you been lucid, your blood would've ran ice cold at the way his grin drops. "Shrimpy?"

He takes note of the tight grip on yourself, the way you seem to look through him. He bends down a bit more on your level, one hand gently resting on the top of your head. His expression twitches at the way you're trembling.

Well, this isn't good. Not with the way you flinch at the mere brush of his hand on your hair.

"Hey, Shrimpy... (Y/n)?" he tries calling out to you again, bi-colored eyes locked onto you. When you don't react, he figures he has to resort to other methods.

His hands grasp yours, prying them off your arms and towards him. He ignores the startled gasp that leaves you, quick to wrap his arms around and squeeze.

You sit there, completely trapped, for a few long, tense moments. You blink, the blurriness in your vision coming back into focus as you register his heartbeat against your ear. Slowly, you relax, regaining control of your breathing, the dull ringing in your ears fading.

You feel him grin into your hair. "There you are Shrimpy!"

"F... Floyd?" you mumble, voice cracking as you reach up to wipe at your watery eyes. "W-What...?"

"I found you here against the wall, panicking like a beached fish. Where's your little beast, hm? Did he leave you here alone?"

You hum, leaning into the stupidly tall eel as he starts playing with your hair. "Ah... he said something about... about going to find help."

Floyd hums back, cheek pressing to the top of your head. "What got you so worked up?"

You explain the situation, the whispers of your crueler classmates, your own fears, and the fact Crowley hasn't done anything.

Floyd catches your emotions before you do, squeezing you a bit more to calm you back down. For as scary as he can be, you're finding this extremely comforting, pinned to reality and shielded from your wandering thoughts.

"I'll take care of it."

Had you been in any other situation, those words would've sent the fear of the Seven straight through you, but right now they were simply comforting.

Thankfully, you aren't looking at his face right now, otherwise you'd find a very murderous looking eel. Instead, you press into him, smiling.

"Thanks, Floyd."

[parvulous-writings]

Could I request dating headcanons for Viktor, Jayce, Vander, Silco, and Ekko with gn s/o? - Fluff anon P S. Please delete the first one because I forgot to put my name 🤣

Warnings: None, I don't think! Just fluff :3

Notes: Thank you, once again, fluff anon!! Was very fun getting to write a couple of these, as I've not written for a few of them before! :3 My requests are currently open! My request post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! 

Viktor

- Viktor doesn’t always “have time” for personal affections outside of the laboratory - he tries his best, but he gets so focused and stuck into his work that everything else fades away. His work, some weeks quite literally, is his life. He spends days on end there, hardly going home, all in the pursuit of progress. That is, until you slowly start showing him that, yes, there is time for those small affections. Small talk, stolen laughter as he works. It’s a very slow process, but eventually, he does begin to relent, and show some of these affections back. - He loves when you join him in the lab - even if you’re unable or unwilling to help him with his tasks, he likes having you there. He appreciates the company. With Jayce coming around the lab less and less, even for a man of Viktor’s minimal social need, it’s a struggle. He’s feeling the loneliness, which is something he never thought he’d been affected by. Having you there, even if you’re doing something entirely different to him, makes him feel so much better, so much less alone. - When not spending time in the lab, he likes to go on walks through the academy and it’s gardens with you. Sure, you both have to take it a bit slow, but it helps him clear his head - and a walk is the perfect opportunity to have a nice, proper conversation with you. A time to catch up - like what you’ve been doing outside of your many visits to him, or how your other friends and family may be doing. Despite being a very work-oriented man, he does take an interest in your life, too - such is the way of someone so in love such as he. - He struggles to show the affection that he feels for you, sometimes. He knows that most show it through physical means - hugs, kisses, and the like - but he’s not typically a very touchy man. He likes to be approached first. If you initiate a kiss, or a hug, he will gladly reciprocate - but he struggles to know when, or how, to initiate these himself. He instead shows his affection through his creations - little side-projects that he works on when he’s dealing with a mental block with his main projects. Some of them are little trinkets - ornaments for the mantle, or fancy looking mechanisms akin to a complex child’s ornament. Others are to help you around the home. Things for cleaning, or for reaching hard to get spots. 

Jayce

- In a similar sense to Viktor, Jayce sometimes struggles in juggling all of his responsibilities, and his time is very often split between you, working with Viktor (which is becoming less and less of an occurrence) and his time with the council and the political figures within. Some days it’s hard to have a conversation with him that lasts for more than 5 minutes, because the poor man just gets so overwhelmed with his attention being pulled in every direction known to man. - In terms of quality time, he likes spending it in his chambers - or yours. Doesn’t overly matter. What matters is that you’re both shut away from the prying eyes of the world, responsibilities left outside the door, and work shoved into a distant corner of both of your minds. He likes to put his head in your lap and let your fingers run through his hair - it’s a feeling that often lulls him into near-sleep. A state that is very much needed and appreciated, with how stressed he gets, he often finds it difficult to actually relax or get any sleep that helps him feel rested. - Although he tries to keep the majority of his work life and love  life separate, there are times when an idea just… Hits him. He has to get it out, has to tell someone just to get those words out of his brain and into existence. Most of the time, this person is now you - even if you have absolutely no clue what half of the words he’s saying are, just smile, nod, and ask a couple of basic questions so his brain can turn it’s gears and work out the kinks he can think of. You just need to help him get the ball rolling - once he’s got those ideas down in rudimentary note form, he can take them to the lab, and he and Viktor can get the real work started. (He usually forgets that most of the time it’s Viktor who ends up doing the majority of the work). - He likes sleeping near to you - in fact quite early on in your relationship, he refuses to sleep without you at least in the room with him. This went on for… A very long time, and still hasn’t completely gone away. He particularly likes hugging you in his sleep; whether he’s the big or little spoon, it doesn’t matter to him (it changes mainly based on how good or bad his day has been), so long as he’s able to feel his skin against yours, he’s a happy man. A very happy man, indeed. - If you want this man to do something - and do it very willingly, with a massive grin on his face - give him some food. If you bribe him with food - particularly cakes, and perhaps some nice savoury items - he’s at your every whim, your every beck and call.

Vander

- Vander is a very affectionate man; he loves calling you by anything other than your name, loves physical displays of affection, and just… Being very domestic. He may be called the ‘Hound of the Underground’, but most of the time he’s little more than a dog who longs for affection - his more hound-like, violent days are long behind him, now. After all, he’s a father of four, he’s got an example to set. And he feels that the domestic life, despite his unfamiliarity with it, is the life he can best do that in. - Vander loves cooking with you. Or, well, trying to cook. 9/10 something goes wrong somehow; someone will spill something, a dish will overcook despite having been in the oven under the recommended cooking time.Though, a lot of the time, that can be attributed to… Little helpers, trying their hand at cooking. Vander doesn’t usually mind all that much - unless they try to  actively force themselves into the situation after he’s already said no - as he can normally whip up an edible meal quite quickly. The last 1/10 times is when the kids are all tucked up and asleep, and he’s taking his sweet time teaching you how to cook some of their (and his) favourite meals. - He always has a chair reserved for you in The Last Drop. Well, two, actually - so you have options on where you can sit. There’s one at the end of the bar, so you can be close to him as he works, and you can keep an eye on him as he serves. Then there’s also another one in a secluded corner booth, where you can still see one another, but you’re a little more on your own in case you don’t really want to be bothered by anyone else. He’ll nip over there every so often to make sure you don’t feel too lonely, and to top up your drink for you. More often than not he also brings a snack over too - just in case. He can’t have you going hungry, now, can he? - He likes it when you help him close up for the night - he tells you every time that you don’t need to, it’s alright, he can handle it, but secretly, he loves the fact that you’re able or eager to pitch in with him. Hell, even if you’re just sitting on the bar, talking to him, he’s a happy man.

Silco

- Silco spoils you in some ways, but not all. Yes, he has his claws in every nook and cranny of Zaun, and you have lived without want since you started dating him, but he never wants you to slip into overindulgence - mainly when it comes to material belongings. He doesn’t want you to end up taking anything for granted. There’s always that possibility, in the back of his mind, that everything may be stolen away at any moment. You need to be prepared for that. - He likes being in your presence. You could be doing entirely different things in the same room, and he’d be happy. He isn’t a massive fan of being left on his own, normally. The only real exception to that rule is when he’s majorly pissed off with something or someone, and even then your presence can usually lull him back to a sense of calm. He doesn’t have a particular ‘happy place’ unless you count being by your side. For a man who is normally so dour, he’s sweet to you. - If you ever have an opinion on an issue that he’s trying to fix - be that economy related, or general public relations - he’s happy to listen to you. He’ll take your views into account, though he may push back and debate with you over things, always trying to look at the bigger picture or the long game. Though he is often ever so tempted to make decisions based on your quality of life and joy, he is very aware that he can’t do so - not if he wants the nation under his rule to live on. - He tries his best, for the most part, to keep you and the unsavoury business of his job separate. He wasn’t sure if he could bear the idea of you getting tangled up in it all - and there was no way at all that he would want to subject you to any of the gory sights he had had to witness over the years. While he made sure you were at least aware of the goings on around the Undercity, the thought of you getting caught up in it - especially caught up in the gang activity - made his blood run cold. He wanted you to be aware of what life could be, if worst came to worst, of course, but he would never let you actually live it so long as he was alive. 

Ekko

- Ekko is BIG on physical touch. Whenever you’re within arms reach, he has to have a hand on you - not in a gropey way, but more… That he likes having the knowledge that you’re there, close to him. His hand will be on your shoulder, or the small of your back, or holding your hand. He especially loves holding your hand; he can twirl you around, pull you in for a hug or kiss, or even do something as mundane as swinging your hands back and forth a little bit as the pair of you walk together. There’s something so special to him about physical contact - and this leeches over into hugs as well. He loves hugging you to nap or sleep; it brings him a sense of calmness and security. He doesn’t care where, or in what position you sleep in, so long as he’s able to feel you he’s fine with it. - He likes sharing his clothes with you; no matter the weather. You’re cold? His jacket will warm you right up. Oh, you’re hot? Here, have his shirt, it’s a lighter colour it won’t attract as much heat. Seeing you wear his clothing is something that sparks a little bit of joy in his heart - he LOVES it. And if you let him wear some of your clothes? The cycle will be complete, and he will not let you go - you already have a special place in his heart, and it will be entirely solidified if you let him have some of your clothes. - He likes walking with you. Be it around the grounds of your communal home, or in the Lanes. It’s a brilliant way to bond, he thinks. You can talk, or stay quiet, it doesn’t matter. And if you struggle a bit with the parkour that sometimes needs to be done to traverse the undercity? Not to worry, Ekko will teach you. When he’s not being pursued, he’s a very patient teacher - he’ll tell you what point to jump from and how to land so you don’t hurt your ankles or knees - and so you don’t fall off. Once you’ve at least got a steady foot, he’ll take you to all his favourite spots, to all the best views of both the undercity, and topside. - Eventually, Ekko may ask you if you want to help with the massive memorial mural in the centre of the communal hideout - nothing major, just touchups of the paint where it’s started to fade or flake away. It’s important to him to keep it vibrant, so that people won’t forget all those who have been lost over the years. After a few visits, he lets you know that you can add anyone you’ve lost to Silco or the enforcers, if you so wish. He doesn’t force the idea upon you, but he just quietly tells you, that if you’re comfortable enough, if you want to, you can. He’d even help you, if you wanted. He wants you to be as comfortable as is possible - even when confronting grief. 

[nyxianwayfarer]

Hidden Distractions

Pairing: Demon!Shalom x Fem!Reader

Rating: M

Content Tags: Office Sex, Desk Sex, Semi-public Sex, Magical Collar, Spanking, Creampie, Dom!Shalom, Sub!Reader, Shapeshifting, Tail Being Used as a Restraint, Shalom Shifts On Something Hot and Hard for Reader? I don't know how to fucking tag things...

Summary: You're having a bad day. Shalom helps take your mind off things.

Note: This is something inspired by @sinful-lanterns's Demon AU. I vaguely said I was gonna write some office smut featuring Shalom and Reader in this last post I made, so I figured I'd make due with that promise. 😏

You bite your lip as you pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling as if a vise had clamped itself around your skull.

Your headache had been building all morning with the constant parade of people rotating in and out of your office. With the rest of your family dead, their respective contacts had been looking to curry favor with you. You have full control of your House's finances now after all; they likely don't want to lose access to the fountain of wealth that had previously been supplied to them by your relatives.

But that's the problem, isn't it?

If your family had employed them, how trustworthy were they?

Not very, you decide bitterly as you wander over to the fireplace, hoping the hearth's warmth would help ease some of the tension radiating from the back of your neck. You undo the buttons on the high-necked collar of your dress. Then, you turn your body to look over your shoulder at the mirror hanging above the mantle. With the fabric now hanging loosely around your shoulders, you can see the various bite marks adorning your skin, evidence of your demons' devotion to you. Still, you can't help but notice that one was more faded than the others from where it sat high on the back of your neck.

Shalom still hasn't returned from overseeing her various business ventures—the same ones that had earned her a lucrative amount of wealth over several centuries.

While Langley can conduct her own matters well enough from the privacy of your estate, there were rare occasions where Shalom's "human" persona required her to be present among her mortal underlings in order to protect her assets. While you understand the reasons why she's gone, that still doesn't stop you from missing her...

You see a faint outline of magical energy encircling your neck then—not unlike a collar in its appearance. It conjures itself when you think too strongly about any of your demons. When you had consummated the pact with them, this had been their gift to you in return. That you wear it is a promise of both their power and protection, but it serves another purpose: they can be summoned to your side with a mere call of their name.

As if following your line of thought, you can now see a familiar symbol forming on the back of your magical brand—a triangle that burns bright magenta against the reflection of the mirror. It is unique to only one demon in all of hell's realms, but can you really be so selfish as to bother her?

Then again, had your demons not always told you they were bound to serve you and your needs? With your self-control quickly slipping, your lips part to utter one name in your otherwise silent office.

"Shalom."

"Yes?"

Your head swivels forward at the voice that is not your own, and you find Shalom reclined in regal repose behind your desk in all her demonic splendor. There's a subtle smile pulling at her lips, indicating she is pleased by your summons.

"I almost believed I'd done something to earn your ire," she teases lightly. "Surely, it must have been a grave offense indeed for you not to call me to your side until now, but I can see our dear mistress missed me after all."

"Of course I did." You duck your head, blushing at the admission, which only causes her smile to widen.

"Then come regale me with all you've done in my absence," she says, offering a hand with which to beckon you towards her.

In little time at all, you find yourself seated in Shalom's lap, informing her of the going-ons across the estate, the amusing squabbles between the angels and Shalom's fellow demonkin, the latest gossip around town regarding you, and—inevitably—the amount of people whom have sought an audience with you the past few weeks. Save for the royal family, you are now the head of the most prominent noble household in all of Dis. So many seek to ride the coattails of your sudden rise to power, but you know these same people had done nothing to aid you when you'd merely been a pariah of your bloodline.

You exhale in frustration after you finish your tirade, and you don't put up so much as a fuss as she draws you in to rest your head against her shoulder. While talking about your more recent woes has done wonders in easing your stress, being close to Shalom like this also just never fails to relax you. She smells so nice too.

Like with your other demons, Shalom carries the heat of hell with her along with the scent of brimstone. Each one of them still has an aroma that is uniquely theirs though. Shalom has a subtle floral undertone to hers.

She had once taken you to a field filled with rare blue crystal flowers—one of her favored relaxation spots apparently. She had humored you graciously when you'd constructed a flower crown for her. For your efforts, she had rewarded you by bedding you in that very same field. You could remember the way the petals had brushed against your skin—their scent and Shalom's own lingering within your nose—as she languidly pumped her cock into you, drawing climax after climax out of you beneath the moonlight.

The memory of that night never fails to excite you, and you try to hide your arousal by brushing you thighs together, but a demon's senses are ever keen. You flush with sudden embarrassment and desire when you feel something hard begin to rise against your bottom.

You rush to apologize. "Shalom, I'm—"

"You seem to be in need of a distraction after the eventful day you've had."

You look up and see amusement filling that otherworldly gaze. She tilts her head curiously. "Am I wrong to assume so?"

You bite your lip, shaking your head bashfully, and that's enough to draw a fanged smile from her.

"Up, darling pet," comes the quiet but firm command.

You hurry to obey, and your feet almost tangle in the length of your dress in your rush, but Shalom rights you with ease. Her hands settle on your hips before guiding you to face your desk. You can still feel the heat of her body as she stands behind you. Her thumbs slowly caress the dip of your waist, and you sigh contentedly for a moment before you're startled out of your thoughts when you hear and feel the fabric there being clawed apart and ripped open.

"S-shalom!"

"You know as well as I do that Garofano can easily mend your clothing," she remarks placidly, laving her tongue against the mark on the back of your neck—her mark. As close as you are to her, you can feel the faint purr she emits, vibrating through your very bones. "I've been away from you far too long, and I desire a gift for my patience."

She nudges your legs apart with her own, and with the lower half of your dress ripped open, you're left bare and vulnerable. An arm wraps itself around your waist as her other hand sneaks further down. Clawed fingers deftly pull back the hood of your clit, and your breath hitches when you feel it twitching against the air of the office. You squirm against the demon's touch, wanting to thrust your hips forward in search of relief, but her hold on you is secure. You suppress a small sob when Shalom continues teasing you, using the pad of a finger to tortuously rub a slow, delicate circle around your nub. Her touch is far too light to bring any amount of satisfaction to you, and she knows it. Tears of frustration gather in your eyes as you let your head fall back against her shoulder, panting hard. After some time, she then spreads apart your folds, and you don't need to look down to know that you're absolutely dripping with want.

"Will you grant me this?" she asks, turning her head to whisper sinfully into your ear. As if you would ever deny her. "Will you grant me what we both desire?"

Your tongue feels like it's too big for your mouth, so all you can do is nod frantically. With her hands on your thighs, she helps you up onto your desk so that you're kneeling upon it. You're confused by this positioning, but you have no time to question it when you feel the clawed hand between your shoulder blades. It coaxes you forward until your upper body is completely pressed against the wood grain while your hips remain in the air, knees splayed apart. You hear Shalom's satisfied hum behind you as she runs her hands slowly across your bottom. She keeps you like that even as you breathe heavily with lust.

Seconds pass and soon minutes, but the demon seems determined to torture you even more when she makes no further move to touch you. Against your better judgment, you whine and shake your hips, trying to entice her, but you feel the consequences of your actions immediately. She holds you in place with barely any effort as her claws threaten to dig into your flesh with her disapproval.

"Pet, that is no way for you to behave," she berates, and you almost cry at that scolding tone. "You were doing so well. Don't you wish to be good for me?"

"Yes! Yes, please! I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!" you beg even as your words tumble over one another. "I'll be good! Just please—"

You nearly fall off your desk—jolting in place—upon feeling the tip of a hot tongue lapping over your clit. The warmth of your office almost feels too cold in comparison, and the swollen nub throbs incessantly, as if begging for Shalom to bathe it in heat again. You're thoroughly embarrassed when that earns you a titter of laughter.

"You really are quite lovely, pet." She pats your flank like one would a prized mare. "Perhaps the others would argue I'm being far too lenient with you, but I have all the time in the world to train you, don't I? For now..." You gasp when you feel her thumbs spread apart your folds again, revealing you intimately beneath her gaze. "I shouldn't let this all go to waste."

By this, you're certain she means the slick that practically drips out of you. After all that teasing and torture earlier, you can't help it any more than you can help the moan that escapes you when she blows gently across your cunt. To make matters worse, the spade-shaped tip of her tail intermittently slaps itself across your exposed clit, timed perfectly with the spanks across your bottom. You have to raise yourself onto your elbows to gain any measure of stability.

You were already so wet before, but now your arousal coats your inner thighs and drips down in strands from your pussy and onto the surface of your desk. As you let your head fall between your elbows, your face burns upon seeing the small puddle of your desire already gathering there. Shalom doesn't seem the least bit bothered by it. Instead, she swipes her fingers through the mess and uses it to coat her impressive shaft, mixing with the precum already leaking from its tip.

At last, she guides you off the desk so that your feet are resting on the floor again, but you're still left bent over the wooden surface and under Shalom's mercy. The head of her cock brushes against your folds a few times, seemingly testing how your body yields for her. After a time, she presses her hips forwards, and there's a moment where the muscles of your entrance tighten reflexively against the pressure before relaxing, allowing the thick tip to finally slip inside.

The heat of demon dick isn't necessarily a new sensation for you, but considering how long Shalom's been away, you'd almost forgotten how big she is. You feel the way your inner walls seem to mold themselves around her. Even with her absence, however, Shalom seems in no rush to thoroughly claim you as she rotates her hips incrementally, taking her time to work herself into you bit by bit. Your arousal and her growing precum make quick work in getting Shalom to hilt herself fully inside you, but it's the way the length of her cock catches against your clit on a backstroke that has you moaning loudly.

Of course, that's also the moment where you hear footsteps walking past your office doors. Mortified, you clap your hands over your mouth to stifle any further outbursts.

Shalom will not have it though.

"No, no, pet." She leans over you to grasp your hands with her own, pulling both of them towards the small of your back. Her tail then coils itself around your wrists, holding them in place there. "I want to hear you," she says, rocking her hips forward with such exquisite force that you can't help the keening wail of pleasure that follows. You can see her smirk as she looms over you just as clearly as that glowing, triangular mark over her right eye. While there isn't much of a height difference between you two, she seems even bigger with the way her wings have flared out behind her. "And I'm sure the other residents of the estate do as well. You do sound so pretty after all..."

Shalom shifts her grip on you then, resting a hand on one of your shoulders while the other presses against the side of your hip. She uses both for leverage behind her unrelenting thrusts. You hear the way your flesh slaps together against hers, forcing out a string of vulgar moans from you that seem more fit for a brothel than a noble lady like yourself. That seems to be what Shalom wants though. A sigh of bliss escapes her as she peppers kisses across your shoulders.

"I've missed this," she admits, pistoning into you tirelessly as she moves up your body to lick at the back of your neck—right over where she left her bite scar. "Now then, pet, thoroughly welcome me home..."

That's all the warning she gives before she places her fangs directly over the indentation marks, and your body suddenly seizes from the climax that washes over you. There's a groan behind you when your spasming walls triggers Shalom's own release, sending waves of hot seed deep inside you. Even as your eyes roll into the back of your head though, you can't help but notice the lack of stinging that accompanies any of your demons freshening up one of their marks.

If anything, you hear an unnatural snap behind you instead.

As you come down from the throes of your orgasm, you turn your head so that your cheek can rest against the cool surface of your desk. You find that Shalom has tilted her head, twisting it at an unnatural angle as her gaze seemed to fix itself beyond the walls of your office.

Listening.

Tracking.

Hunting.

Then, she emits a subvocal growl that never fails to make you shiver with pleasure. There's danger in the sound, yes, but it's not directed at you. Rather, it is for you. As is often the case with demons, they are remarkably territorial with anything they claim as theirs...

Your world shifts abruptly as you're pulled upright from your desk. There's another whir of movement, and it takes a moment for you to realize that Shalom has released your wrists and now has you sitting atop her lap.

...where you're still impaled on her dick.

You barely stop yourself from jumping as the double doors to your office burst open, revealing a portly noble—one who had been persistently trying to petition a marriage between you and his eldest son—as well as Rahu.

"I will not continue to be ignored in this manner!" the noble bellows, already annoyed with how Rahu had been hounding his footsteps. "I've waited long enough for an audience with Lady—"

He stops immediately when his beady eyes turn towards you, and with alarm, you quickly look down to assess your current state. It seems that when Shalom had repositioned you, she'd also buttoned up the front of your dress again, leaving your modesty in tact. The bottom half of your dress remains shredded to pieces, of course, but the height of your desk easily conceals anything below your chest.

So long as your unexpected guest doesn't wander any closer of course.

He seems confused, perhaps pondering the intimate distance between you and Shalom. Rahu, on the other hand, only offers a neutral expression as she stares at the rude noble, but as her gaze wanders over to you, you can't miss how the demon's nostrils subtly flare while her eyes briefly shift to their demonic, slitted appearance. With her heightened senses, you have no doubt Rahu knows what's going on. Your blush may permanently stain your face at this point.

"Is everything alright?" the noble asks, still somewhat bewildered.

"Yes!" you squeak out, but Shalom offers a calmer response.

"But of course, your lordship."

You glance behind you to see that Shalom has shifted back to her human appearance. Gone are her horns, wings, and her signature marked eye although her shaft still remains inside you. Her expression is professional and polite, never hinting at how she's still spilling thick ropes of cum deep inside you. Your guest isn't quite convinced at her answer though, frowning.

"Are you certain? Her Ladyship seems rather... flushed."

You part your lips to speak again only to close it abruptly at the touch to your clit. You look down to see that Shalom hadn't bothered to shift away her tail, where she's using the spade tip to draw circles around the engorged nub. You can't help but clench around her shaft in response, milking more of her cum into you. Once again, you're thankful the height of your desk is obscuring everything even as you're struggling not to moan. You have to press a hand over your face to help hide it even as Shalom continues speaking behind you.

"Ah. I fear she may be coming down with a cold," she explains, gently patting one of your burning cheeks—the color of them having nothing to do with any illness whatsoever! "She's been so attentive in her role as the new head of the household. I daresay she's hardly had time to rest since then. Why, I'm told she's already been fielding quite a number of visitors since this morning even with her current state."

"Oh! I see." Something akin to guilt settles across the noble's bloated features then. He clears his throat. "I... suppose we can postpone a meeting until you're well, Your Ladyship?"

With effort, especially with Shalom's continue ministrations between your legs, you reply. "I'll personally see that one of my attendants delivers a letter to your household once I'm ready to receive an audience again."

With that, Rahu escorts the man out of your office, closing the doors behind them. You can once again relax although that reprieve is brief at best when Shalom casually presses a hand against your stomach. Your belly feels a bit taut beneath your dress with how much cum Shalom has filled you with. A demon's endurance is a powerful thing indeed.

"Was this to your satisfaction, dear mistress mine?"

"Yes." You release a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Shalom."

"I aim to please." She presses a kiss against the side of your head. "Now then, shall we call Rahu back in before your more angelic guests also think to stop by interrupted? I can lay you across your desk again, far enough to where your head can overhang the edge of it." She grinds her hips into you, causing you to gasp. "I can take you from behind again while she helps herself to your mouth." Shalom places her hand directly over your womb. "After all, there's only so much teasing she can take before she hunts you down in your own halls and breeds you to her own satisfaction... but perhaps you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

You don't need to turn your head to see Shalom's devilish smirk when you tighten unconsciously around her cock at the thought.

[geekforhorror]

Can u please do #95 from list one ( "quiet, baby, others will hear" ) w sub!namgyu x f!dom reader! With a bit of reader pulling his beautiful hair and degrading him tehee

collide

pairing: namgyu x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!reader, sub!namgyu, unprotected p in v sex, riding, pet names, praise, degradation, hair pulling, mention of orgasms, fluff, etc.

prompt: "quiet, baby, others will hear”

smut prompt special!

Ah, almost peace and quiet at last. It was almost time for lights out, and everyone was accounted for in the shared sleeping area. That was except for you and Namgyu. The two of you had successfully snuck your way out of the common area and into the women's restroom.

See, Namgyu had a rough day to say the least, and you could tell how stressed and worn down he was. When you brought it up to him, he said it was nothing. Classic Namgyu. However, after a while, he admitted the truth and told you everything. That's when you suggested going to the bathroom together. To take care of him.

And lettiing him ride you would do exactly that.

Currently, his cock was softly plowing into you as you set the pace. He had become a disaster on top of you. His hair was all disheveled and sticking to his face with all the sweat produced. Despite looking like hell, he was in heaven. His moans were practically orgasmic as you saw his head fall back in ecstasy. You tug at his hair, forcing his head forward and being met with his angelic face. You loved watching your pretty boy take what he so desperately needs. It wasn't the first time, that's for sure. However, it had always been him taking charge. This was a rare side of Namgyu.

He whines at the sudden force, pretending to hate it...but you knew better than to believe that narrative. You continue to guide his hips back and forth, taking the opportunity to make him rock deeper into you. He feels the difference in movement and pace, which makes him moan in response as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room almost entirely.

"Quiet, baby, others will hear," you say in a sweet and sultry hushed tone.

"I ca-can't baby... feels so fucking good," he groans out as his cock glides further into your tight walls.

"Watch it. I will stop right now if you continue being a brat. You want me to take care of you or not?" you say in a faux threatening manner.

"Please don't stop...I'll behave. I promise," Namgyu pleads with a sullen look in his eyes.

"Then be a good boy," you coo, almost warning him in a way. Namgyu nods his head, indicating he understood your authority right now. He would never admit it, but he fucking loved how hot you were when you were all bossy.

In protest to his earlier actions, you tighten the grip on his hips and pull him closer to you. "What do you want from me, ‘Gyu?" you ask him, intrigued to hear what his answer would be.

"I want it faster..." he admits in shame, acknowledging his vulnerability in this precise moment. "I think we can make that happen, baby," you assure him. He was looking at you with that pathetic look in his eyes. How could you possibly deny him?

“You can go faster now,” you say to him. That’s all the initiative he needs before plowing his dick into your cunt at an even faster and deeper rate. You gasp as you feel him bottom out inside you. “Fuck…just like that, sweetheart,” you praise into his ear, letting him know just how good he was making you feel. Despite being fucked by him before, you were never prepared for how much his dick would stretch you out. It felt fucking amazing.

Your words of praise seem to egg Namgyu on even more. He doesn’t even have to say anything to confirm your suspicions. The way his hips are practically stuttering tells you everything you need to know.

“Shit…’M gonna cum,” he groans with a raspy voice.

“Tell me that you’re my dirty whore then…” you demand. “Then I’ll let you cum.”

On any other occasion, he wouldn’t let that slide, but he desperately needed to cum and he wouldn’t risk talking back if it cost him his awaiting orgasm. He has no choice but to give in.

“I-I’m your dirty whore,” he lets out with a shaky voice.

“And a good one at that,” you add as you bounce up and down on him, fueling his desire to spill inside you even more.

His erratic movements were accompanied by his balls becoming tight—a telltale sign that he was on the brink of a mind shattering orgasm. The one he so desperately needed.

“Come on, give it to me.” you moan out as you tug at his locks.

“Oh god I-I’m gonna!” is all he manages to get out before his cock spurts out thick ropes of cum, now nestled inside your bruised pussy. You continue to sink on his dick to get him through his heaven sent high. He fucks his cum deeper into you, knowing that’s how the both of you liked it. As Namgyu was stuffing you full, he suddenly hits that part deep inside you that made you cum every single time.

Between the sensation of his cum and his dick stretching you out, it proved to be too much because you could feel the hot coil in your tummy starting to unwind. With a few more thrusts, you manage to milk his entire cock, earning yet another groan from your sweet boy. The newfound sound of panting had quickly died as the two of you rode out your guys’ shared orgasms together.

You slowly pulled yourself off him inch by inch, which allowed him to sit on your lap comfortably. Your fingers combed through his sticky hair as you took a second to admire your boy. He was truly the most gorgeous boy on earth, and nothing would convince you otherwise. Not only that, but he made you feel safe in a way you had never felt before. You made him feel the same way. You guys completed one another.

“I love you so much,” you hear Namgyu suddenly say, breaking the comfortable silence.

“I love you more, ‘Gyu. Don’t ever doubt it for a second,” you softly coo into his ear. He cradles your face in response, now looking deep into your eyes that he loved so very much.

“Thank you for helping me out today. I really appreciate it, baby,” he says.

“I’m always gonna be here for you no matter what. I promise you that,” you reply.

“Good because I don’t know what I would do without you,” he admits with a chuckle before burying his head into your shoulder ever so lovingly. You caress his back with smooth movements of your hand, providing a sense of comfort and tranquility for the both of you.

It couldn’t get any better than this.

[damianbugs]

hi, first of all, i wanna say you really have inspired me to get back into reading batman comics again, but i'm really lost for where to start since even when i used to read comics i just read the one that was available in the store and never really understood them, so i was hoping if you could maybe help me with some titles? Just to begin again, please?

also, i'm very sorry if this is too long, and if it bothers you

thank you in advance 🙇🏽‍♀️

BATMAN COMICS: WHERE TO START ?!

i would be delighted to help you out. my first and most important recommendation is to stay away from the main titles (Batman and Detective Comics) until you're ready to jump into a long run. there are loads of other titles that contain far better stories that don't require lots of pre-established knowledge. for someone as oversaturated batman, i do think the quality of the story is far more important than the quantity of it.

1. Batman: Black and White

as the name suggests, this series is entirely in black and white only. it has three different collections: 1996 (volume 1), 2014 (volume 4) and 2021 (volume 5). volumes 2 and 3 are back-up issues collected specifically from Batman: Gotham Knights (which i also recommend)!!

it is an anthology of dozens of different writers and artists, so every story is unique and seperate from one another! it features some of the most quintessential Batman stories you will ever find.

2. Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight

similar to the previous rec, LotDK is an anthology of many stories. each arc lasts about 3-5 issues, and after every story a new creative team takes over — so every story is different and unconnected. the only similarity is that most of the stories are set in bruce's first year as batman.

what i particularly like about this one is that if you start a story and you don't like it, you can simply skip the next couple issues and move onto the next one. they're all very different while still maintaining this feeling of a consistent universe!

3. Batman: Shadow of the Bat

moving onto some stories that are about the extended family and friends, SotB is a series that took place along-side the 1992-2000 run of the main title Batman. as a result, some of the stories do reference events that took place during those runs, however it is much more focused in exploring the deeper thoughts and feelings of Batman-related characters who were popular at the time.

if you find any of the stories particularly interesting, you can then match it to the main-timeline event it is referencing and read more on it in either Batman or Detective Comics!

4. The Batman Chronicles

this one is also not only about batfam+friends, but Gotham as a whole. it also develops stories that are "missing" from the main titles, so if you're ever like 'hey i wonder what Barbara was doing before she became oracle?' then you can find that here (in The Batman Chronicles #5). it is again focused more in the emotional and deeper side of the detecive comics genre, and so i think it's essential batman reading!

5. Batman: Urban Legends

for modern comics, Urban Legends is a very recent (2023) anthology series with multiple short stories that are either carried throughout different issues or standalones. compared to the other recs, this one best explores characters outside of just batman, building very detailed words and stories!

i know these recs were all anthologies, and it might be bit of an unpopular opinion, but i think this is the best way to get into batman comics. you get a feel for the fundamentals of the character, his many skills and flaws expressed through many different stories (and writers) — and so you can come to your own conclusions about what a "good" batman story is. it also allows you to become familiar with all the other bat-related characters without having to read through hundreds of origins and retcons. mainly, i think it builds confidence to then explore any and all batman comics, without fear of not comprehending the overarching lore. if you want some specific stories or issues that are not part of collections, i will share some recs for that too :] enjoy !!

[juniperskye]

Real Love to Roommates

Based on a song of the same title: Real Love to Roommates by Everything We Do. This song is about a couple who have grown apart within their relationship. It isn’t that they don’t love one another, but the love they have for each other has shifted…it isn’t the heated passion they once held. Flashbacks are in italics.

Aaron Hotchner x Spouse! GN Reader PURE ANGST Word count: 1135

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, gender neutral reader, some explicit language, heartbreak, couple falling out of love, mutual breakup, no happy ending, no mentions of the BAU or Jack, lyrics are built into the story as dialogue, flashbacks, let me know if I missed anything.

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

“Aaron, I don’t know if I can do this anymore.” You sighed.

“Sweetheart, what do you mean?

“We’ve grown apart Aaron, things are different now I mean we go to bed at separate times, we watch different shows, we quote different lines. I don't get yours, and you don't get mine anymore. We used to spend so much time together and we don’t anymore.” You huffed.

“That’s hardly reason enough to throw everything away. We can work on this, I know things haven’t been great lately, but that doesn’t mean you should just walk away honey.” Aaron pleaded.

“Babe, I sign your name in cards I write, and I attend the birthdays on my own. I bet you can’t even tell me when we last attended an event together.”

-- “Hey baby, don’t forget my sister’s birthday party is this weekend.” You called, as Aaron was about to leave for work.

“Okay, did you already get her a card, or do you want me to stop on my way home?”

“I already got one honey, it is signed and ready to go, I put from us.” What a lie.

Aaron was surely going to get called away on a case and you’d be forced to attend yet another family event on your own. You weren’t entirely sure when this had started…when he stopped signing for himself, or coming with you, or spending time together, enjoying time spent with family. It had been some time, and you couldn’t help but ask yourself…

Why are you still doing this? Why are you being so complacent when things aren’t as good as they once were?

You’d justify it by claiming work was keeping him busy, it would die down soon. That’s what you always said. Things would calm down soon and then they would go back to normal.

The problem is…you’d been saying that for nearly two years.

--

“We used to be so happy wasting time away, just spending time together. What happened to that? How did we drift so far apart sweetheart? Aaron was speaking so low; he wasn’t sure if you’d even heard him.

“I don’t know baby. I think we’ve just been forced to grow on our own since we’ve been apart so much in the last few years. I’m just worried that we’ve drifted too far Aar. I’m not sure we can make it back from this.” A tear slid down your cheek, and as he moved to wipe it away your gaze shifted to his bare finger.

It hadn’t even sparked an argument when it happened. You realize now that it should have. You both should have been more upset when it happened, but you just didn’t have it in you.

--

“I saw you lost your wedding ring.” You inquired.

“Oh shit, I meant to tell you, we were in the woods chasing an unsub on the last case, it must have slipped off. You know how loose it is when it’s cold out.” He shrugged.

“Oh, yeah. Well maybe we can go in and get you a new one this weekend?” You suggested.

Only you never did make it into the jewelers.

When Aaron and you got engaged, he bought you the most beautiful ring. It had been everything you’d ever dreamt of, so when it was time to get his, the two of you work diligently to find something that he loved just as much…and when you found the one he’d told you it meant everything to him.

And on your wedding day, he’d said it first… “I do.” --

Aaron and you used to split up the chores, agreeing to do dishes and laundry together when you could. He’d mow the lawn and take out the trash…and scrub the toilet occasionally. While you dusted and mopped the house.

Lately that hadn’t been the case. It had actually sparked an argument between the two of you just a few months back..

It had been the most passion either of you had felt for one another in a while. You had both silently hoped that it would be the spark to reignite the flame that had seemingly been snuffed out.

Only it hadn’t ended the way either of you had hoped.

-- “Are you fucking kidding me Aaron? Look I know you have an important job okay. I get it! But all I am asking for is a little help!” You shouted.

“And I am telling you that I can’t right now. Damnit I am sick and tired of having this fight with you. I have work to get done. Do I not do enough for us? For you?” Aaron spat back.

“Yes Aaron you do a lot…but I do everything around the house! We used to split it up so neither of us felt overworked at the end of our day. Remember? We would come home and get shit cleaned up and then enjoy the evening together!” You huffed, completely exasperated.

“I work my ass off every day to make this world a better place, to bring home a paycheck, to take care of you. And for what? You to berate me now?”

“Fuck off.” You sneered. “I don’t need you to take care of me Aaron – you know that…it used to be one of the things you loved about me. So don’t you dare hold that shit against me. Nobody asked you to run around like some sort of superhero.”

With that, Aaron walked out. He made his way to his home office…and that night he didn’t come to bed. He’d slept on the couch in his office and snuck out early in the morning without so much as a goodbye.

That same night, you cried alone in your bed while counting up all the hours you've used on you, on him. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. Why were you together anymore? Was love alone enough? --

“When did this bed get so wide?”

“What?” You asked.

Tell me when did you and I go from first dates, and up late…to strangers sharing last names?” Aaron whispered.

“I don’t know Aaron, you swore we would never change, but we did. It was like one day we just woke up and were different.” Tears were freely falling at this point. “We went from real love to…to roommates.”

“I still love you sweetheart…that hasn’t changed.” Aaron reached for you.

“I love you too. I just don’t know if that’s enough.” You took his hand in your own.

That night, you held each other tighter than ever. Both of you afraid that if you let go, the other might just disappear.

--

You knew that the two of you would have to talk about next steps, but for now…you’d share this moment, dragging it out as long as you could.

Taglist: @bernelflo@pastelpinkflowerlife@just-moondust@khxna@crimesthatnooneaskedfor

[whoa-axel-chill]

more tlb headcanons because my head is screaming at my fingers to type them

-Edgar, along with having the infinite amount of allergies mentioned in my last post, has a terrible immune system, like bro is sick almost every other week.

-Michael died once. When he was like 9 he hit his head on a railing and died for about a minute. For a few months after, Sam would drag him away from that spot if he ever saw him go near it, and even when he got older and almost completely forgot about the whole thing he still felt uneasy around it.

-Unlike Edgar, Alan only gets sick every year or so, and when he does, he feels like death and can't get up for like a week, it's really bad.

-The squad (or whatever you guys call them I'm more active with AMB content so I'm not familiar with group terms) are pretty much flat broke. Any and all money they have they either find or take off the people they kill, and even if they kill some random rich person, it's really not a lot.

-A more angsty one now, the Frog parents sometimes just forget they have sons. Like they recognize them but they're so whatever they even are they just can't find it in their brain what their relationship is to them.

-The Frogs' comic store is one of the few businesses on the boardwalk that lets girlscouts sell cookies outside. One; they really don't know how they would go about NOT letting them and two; cute little girls + cookies + outside their store = more business probably.

-Stole this from a fic I read a while back on AO3, Sam has a very specific schedule but only in some aspects of his routine, like breakfast time or going for a walk down the street. If he misses the time he's supposed to do these things, he just won't do them.

-Along with having many, many 'pet' pigeons, Marko also has a lot of rats, he has names for all of both species.

-Lucy is very mom-like (idk how to describe it) specifically with Sam which embarrasses him and he thinks the Frogs judge him for it, but in reality that's just how their faces look and they're actually jealous.

-Alan is kind of like a cat?? He only warms up to certain people, he hates being wet, he's easily distracted (like if you pulled out a laser pointer he might become subtly very interested in it), he'll either be very happy with being touched or very annoyed with no indication of which outcome will happen, etc.

-For the sake of any Michael-vampire relationships not being really weird, all of them were either turned recently OR as well as not aging physically, they don't age mentally either, however that would work.

-Despite the fear of blood thing, Sam's favorite thing to have on in the backround when he's doing something are cop shows. Most every episode there's a new plot, so you can follow while also not really following I'm not projecting you are.

-Nobody knows where grandpa Emerson gets half of the things he uses for taxidermy. He gave a taxidermy dog to the Widow Johnson. A dog. We don't talk about that enough, like, pause, am I the only one that noticed that? That was a dog, right?? Am I crazy????

-The Frog brothers are both pretty decent artists.

-Sam is into a lot of kind of dorky stuff and Edgar actually pretends to be interested for him.

-Edgar and Alan both have various scars on their hands from sharpening stakes or stuff like that.

-Sam has been 'banned' from the comic store, like, 16 times for various things, a few you might be surprised by.

-Even when not, like, crazy vampire mode thing, Marko has weirdly sharp teeth. You can't notice it when looking at him, but he does bite people just for fun and they do feel it.

[doueverwonder]

do you have any WTTT headcannons you'd like to share?

sorry it took me a few days I had to remember some I hadn't shared yet + its been mostly branches brainrot the past week and didn't want it to be just them lol

here u go

Gov hates the branches saluting him so much actually, he keeps telling them they don't have to do it but its so habitual they'll never stop. National Guard on the other hand is supposed to salute all the states and territories and stopped doing that forever ago bc some states were so smug about it.

Subregion meetings are always somehow MORE chaotic than region meetings, the Great Lakes and Southwest are tied for number times Gov opened the door, heard yelling, decided "nope." and left without even going in.

At least once a month Gov tries to organize 'region bonding' activities and they're all like "we're not kids at a summer camp what is this smh" cut to the South & West actually about to kill each other over a game of tug of war bc "its unfair, y'all have Alaska! he's like four people!" "stop whining you guys have Texas!" "fuck Texas!" "HEY!"

West Virginia wasn't raised by Virginia like, at all really, but he did get a lot second hand bc Kentucky, Ohio, Indiana and Illinois turned raising West Virginia into a group project and all four of them were raised by Virginia. (Illinois is the guy who didn't do any work but put his name on it/j) (he did do work he had to work to be a worse influence then Ohio smh)

Speaking of, the first state most states met right after joining the union was Virginia, no one knows how she gets places so fast, became a competition to try to beat her and no one ever has. WV and Nevada are the only two that met someone else first.

Michigan, Wisconsin & Minnesota go ice fishing together at least once a year, they don't actually do much fishing but they do get very drunk at like 8 am. so there's that. somehow none of them have fallen and broken something or fallen through the ice... yet.

when Tennessee and Texas started dating the Carolina's gave Tex a shovel talk with such specifics that they were either joking entirely or dead serious and he has nightmares about finding out which one it is.

Florida has an adderall prescription but has never had it filled, he's started using it to get things, tells Gov he'll go right to the pharmacy if he just lets him do this one last chaotic thing (he will never go to the pharmacy).

based on state land mass Ohio and Indiana are both victims of older but shorter with the rest of the Midwest. Minnesota & Illinois will pick Indiana up so she can see/reach things, Ohio's fragile masculinity won't let anyone help him, he'll scale counters first.

California has 2 siblings Baja California Sur (older sister) and Baja California Norte (younger brother), everyone outside of the west + Texas forget about this a lot bc in no way has California ever given middle kid vibes.

Texas being Texas celebrates his birthday THREE TIMES every year, May 7th (Mexican statehood day), March 2nd (texas independence), and December 29th (US statehood day). he does throw major parties for all three.

that's all I can think of right now :3

[what-if-i-like-my-mechs-older]

As Optimus was coming with them, they'd had to make up some plan, basic really, make it seem like he was chasing them. Orion had let them draw on his arm this time, adding a moustache to the autobot symbol, it was the guards symbol and honestly after being under Sentinels command he'd come to hate it, the more he'd been there the more he saw the corruption within it.

So let the rascals draw on it.

Let others think he was chasing them through the Nemesis and cursing them out as they laughed, all three were genuinely having fun in this act of play.

Upon reaching the exit lift, two guards immediately stood infront of him.

"Megatron's orders are for you not to leave the ship, Autobot."

The other guy looked him over and nudged his friend.

"I hear he doesn't mind fraternising we could get him to do a favour for us and-"

Optimus didn't let them finish that sentence, especially not infront of the casseticons, he still didnt know how they were considered in this world and at least on his watch would not let them hear anything uncouth, covering both the guards faces in hydrant foam Orion pushed them to the side, he wasn't going to stick around to watch as they tried to clear their faces, he ran and grabbed the two smaller mechs and headed for the lift.

Prime was anxious, he wasn't running away, even though it was a short journey up he really did long for the outside, someone could stop them at any moment....and when the doors opened it was beautiful, the vast expanse of a glittering sea and bright sunlight.

The sweeping of waves and cries of seagulls he never thought he'd be so happy to hear them, understanding just a little of what Prowl had always admired of nature.

Breathing it in, oh he could be happy right here , but Rumble and Frenzy said they were taking him somewhere, he probably really shouldn't be trusting them as they were Soundwave's buuuuut...he could carry them straight back if they tried any tricks.

"Wait, how's the big guy gonna fly?"

Frenzy spoke first, looking at Rumble, who only shrugged.

"About that, I have a void space around me that only I can access, it's where my trailer goes among other things such as this."

(Because where else does it go no one knows)

They heard the similar sound of transformation as wing attachments formed on his back and both stood there , mouths hanging open as they stared at him.

"Now let's go, we gotta get out of here before we're caught, I want to see this place you two hang out!"

Not needing to be told twice they immediately went off with the Autobot trailing after them.

Megatron however along with Soundwave saw everything on the cameras. Rumble and Frenzy had nothing to do with their spying.

The Decepticon leader had believed Orion would be left at the lift opening, or dumb enough to jump from it, his disbelief had him loosening his grip on his mug causing Energon coffee to spill as it tilted.

Watching as wings just like that damn trailer of Optimus's appear out of the airs ass, what in the name of Primus and Unicron.

"Well, that didn't go as planned."

Soundwave stated, he'd already dropped his mug on the floor.

Megatron straighted his one and only chuckled.

"Indeed, it would seem our guest is full of surprises, but that does not matter, he will be back, I have a feeling that Optimus's from no matter what world do not break their promises, however if he does escape, you may personally bring him back yourself."

"And throw him back in the brig to cool off?"

Megatron sipped what was left of his drink , giving him a sideways glance.

"Yes back in the brig to cool off, we're letting him have a walk outside but let us hope your Casseticons don't draw the Autobots attention...we should probably prepare a disguise if he's going to do this sort of thing...the last thing we need is our Optimus discovering him. "

Soundwave sighed making an aggravated sound as he leaned his head back.

"Why did you take him in again?"

"As if the autobots need more fire power, seems like I made the right choice, can you imagine two Optimus Primes on the Autobots side?"

Soundwave literally couldn't argue that point, two Optimus's, even if this one did spit insults in his direction in particular might just make the Autobots completely unstoppable.

"If my Casseticons get hurt-"

"Don't start dictating to me, you bring them into battle constantly."

Megatron cut him off and set his mug down.

"Perhaps we should send in one of the seekers?"

"Not Starscream."

Soundwave answered, groaning as he rubbed his temple circuits, this whole ordeal was becoming a pain in his aft.

"Yes, agreed, Skywarp, would be better suited for this. At least he will not stab me in the back, but I'll send him out in due time. For now, let them have their fun."

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First piece

[metallicames]

Teenage dream

Part 1

Description: After a night of passion, the reader must return to reality and face her father and James and figure out which direction to go and whether to follow her feelings.

Warnings: angst (very little), age gap, petting.

⸻⭒⸱ 🖤 ⸱⭒⸻

The silence of the return trip overwhelms even my thoughts. My father has obviously been weird all day with me and James and now I don't know how to start the conversation. I feel terribly guilty and embarrassed but I want to make him understand that I did what I did because I wanted it for a long time and that James treated me in the best way possible.

"So... how long have you liked James?"

His question throws me off, I stop staring at the fields outside the window and turn to him.

"Well.. I've always had a crush on him to be honest." I confess embarassed.

"I would never have expected this thing... from either of you!" his tone is dark and serious, I can see he gripping the steering wheel tightly with one hand.

“Dad…I’m sorry, but I want you to know that it started with me…James behaved well, he didn’t-” my sentence stops halfway.

“Y/N don’t justify him, you’re a girl, he's a man, he could have avoided it!” the words come out of his mouth almost shouted.

“But I’m 20, I’m not a little girl anymore! You’re just annoyed that he’s your friend!”I exclaim almost trembling with anger.

"No, you don’t understand…you're my daughter I don't want you to suffer. I’d rather you never see each other again!” His words hit me, a lump forms in my throat and I try to swallow, holding back the tears.

"I don't even know if he'll be interested in seeing me again, it might have been the first and last time..” my voice shakes I don't want to believe my own words, in my heart I hope that James likes me even if this would make things complicated, especially with my father.

“Y/N I'm sorry to tell you but it's better this way, he's always on tour you're studying and you have to commit to college, it's not a feasible thing”. His tone becomes calmer and sweeter, I know he's right but I wish it wasn't like that. I go back to looking at the fields out the window getting lost in my thoughts until we arrive at our destination.

I spend three days with my head completely elsewhere, in class I can barely take notes my brain continues to process possible scenarios of what could happen. I don't even know if James has spoken to my father, I don't know what his intentions are, I feel suspended unable to act and think clearly. I don't talk about it with anyone, not even my roommate with whom I have a good relationship, I'm afraid that she'll confuse me even more and that she'll deceive me just to make me feel better.

While I'm lost in my thoughts in the college's yard my phone rings making me literally jump out of the bench and I come back to reality, I read the name on the screen - Hetfield - my head spins and I feel my heart rate increase, I stare at the phone unable to act, after a few seconds I take a deep breath and I answer.

"Hello? James?" I try to keep a calm and relaxed tone but inside I feel like I'm dying, "Hey! Sorry to bother you are you in class?" - "I just left", I lie shamelessly, actually I'm on a bench staring into space.

"Sorry, I'll be quick, what time do you finish tonight? I was thinking of picking you up, I need to talk to you” his tone becomes uncertain and I understand that my father must have said something to him, I remain silent for a moment before answering.

"Ummh. Ok fine, I'll finish at 6.30 pm, I'll send you the address of the exit so we can meet there" - “Perfect, see you in a couple of hours.” His tone is almost cold, detached as if he does not want to reveal any emotion and I begin to fear the worst.

We say goodbye and I spend the next few hours paranoid.

It's 6:20 pm and I head to the bathroom to get myself ready while I try to calm down, I don't know why I'm so nervous I almost want to throw up and my heart is racing like crazy. I take one last look in the mirror, -with my girly skirt, my college sweatshirt and my backpack I look even younger, shit- I think to myself.

I head towards the exit and find James' black pick up parked outside, the sun is setting, I cross the road and look around hoping no one sees me.

"Hey, hi James" I exclaim as soon as I get in the car, even though it's only been three days I've missed seeing him and smelling his perfume.

"Hi Y/N! How are you?" he turns towards me he takes off his sunglasses and looks at me smiling, I notice a change in his gaze the light I had seen when we were in the mountains has gone out and I glimpse a hint of worry. "I'm fine, and you? Are you tired?" I ask as I fasten my seat belt trying to avoid his gaze. “A little, I'm thoughtful, I talked to your dad. Wait let’s go to a quieter area...” While he speaks he moves the car away from the entrance. There is a few moments of silence in which I try to process the information. “What.. what did you say to each other?” My eyes look at him as he is intent on driving, I want to cry but I don’t want to create even more embarrassment so I hold back the tears with all my strength.

“He’s worried Y/N, and I feel like shit, you know, he’s a good friend of mine and I don’t want to wrong him. I don’t even know what to do, what happened the other day it's stuck with me.”

The pick up stops near my apartment and James looks at me again, his gaze penetrates me and makes me feel completely exposed, as if he could see my thought.

“I talked to him too, he wants to protect me but at the same time he forbids me from doing something that makes me happy, because I like being with you James, you make me feel good.” While I speak I turn towards him with my body shortening the distance, I see James’s gaze linger for a few moments on my legs and then rise to my face.

“Me too Y/N, I’ve thought about you often in these three days, but there’s always a part of me that tells me that it’s wrong. I’m much older than you and I should make the right decision even if it hurts.”

The faint hope that had been created inside me vanishes, I shrug my shoulders and start playing with the edge of my skirt so as not to show my disappointment. I thought he wanted to continue seeing me instead he seems to have found a nice way to tell me that he wants to move on with his life even if his body language confuses me. He seems cold and detached since I got in the car as if he wanted to keep his distance but at the same time I notice that he is holding back as if he fears what he might do if he let himself go, his eyes betray him.

"Ok, I thought you cared.. so.." I feel so stupid.

He moves closer with his body, reaching out a hand towards mine and squeezing it: "Of course I care Y/N, and seeing you here in front of me makes everything more difficult..".

The warmth of his hand makes me melt, without realizing it he is making the situation even more painful.

"If this is your decision I don't want to force you...it'll remain a good memory I hope for both of us and... I don't know what to say James.. " My eyes fill with tears of disappointment I look out the window avoiding his gaze.

An almost surreal silence follows, his eyes are fixed on me then I improvise, I undo my seat belt I take my backpack I open the door.

As I prepare to leave James grabs my arm forcefully, I turn around confused and I linger on his eyes, dark, intense.

Why is he doing this to me?

before I can process his gesture James comes closer to me, tightening his grip on my arm and kisses me tenderly on the lips, resting his forehead against mine, running a hand up my neck and then resting it on my cheek.

“your dad is right when he says it's complicated and if we keep going we'll hurt each other, I know what's right, but I need to keep doing the wrong thing” he murmurs.

I'm almost in shock, the constant alternation of different feelings leaves me in a daze that fades away when James kisses me again this time with more passion. I let myself go trying to turn off my brain for a moment while James slowly slides his tongue into my mouth, letting out a little moan. Our tongues meet, rolling over each other, savoring and intertwining with more and more passion and desire, stopping when lips are just barely touching and we breath each other's air, our breathing already labored. “I can’t resist you…” he whispers, placing a hand behind my neck.

I put a hand on his warm chest, and as James begins to kiss my neck I slowly lower it, feeling every part of his torso covered by the thin layer of his shirt under my fingertips, stopping just above his belt. I feel his altered breathing in my ear as he bites my lobe, returning to kiss me shortly after. My hand goes down meeting his big erection pressed against his jeans, I touch it making him pant harder in my mouth, I want him so much that I'm going crazy, his body is a magnet, I can't resist him.

Our hands explore each other's bodies, his fingers make their way along my bare legs giving me goosebumps, they creep under my skirt, I open my legs slightly to make room for him and I feel his big hand approaching my core. His thumb moves on the fabric of my panties sending shocks of pleasure through me as it reach my clit, I squeeze my legs slightly at the sensation and he smiles at me letting out a little giggle. While our tongues meet again his thumb applies more and more pressure moving my panties to the side making me wet from the growing stimulation.

Our mouths search and devour each other, our tongues intertwine while our bodies become impatient as do our hands.

I start to undo his belt and slide my hand into his pants, feeling his bulge under my fingertips and start to palpate it making him gasp deeply. When I open my eyes to admire him and stare into his blue iris out of the corner of my eye I see a car parking near us.

“Shit… that’s one of my roommates” I pull away from James and wave at her pretending to be indifferent while he still has his fingers stuck on my cunt. “Do you think she saw us? Do you want us to move?” he asks me almost dazed with his pupils completely dilated and his lips glossy.

“I don't know! Is better if I go back inside, they’ll all be back home now. I want to take it slow, I mean, see how it evolves and tell them about this later.” Obviously my body would like something else but I try to be rational and not give in to my instinct.

"Ok.. so are you leaving me go home in this state? You’re a mean girl!” he says looking between his legs, my eyes follow his gaze stopping on his boner, I swallow noisily.

“I know, I know fuck James… if someone sees us doing it in the car it would be pretty embarrassing, I'm saying this especially for you” I really care about him, I don't want any pictures or strange news about us to come out in some newspaper, even if a part of me would like to get in the back seat and do literally everything with him.

“Yeah.. You're right...unfortunately” he caresses my face delicately looking at me tenderly. “Will we talk in the next few days? I'm away this week but I would like to hear from you and maybe see you when I get back.” he stares at me with a sweet look but still dazen and horny.

“Of couse, we'll be able to reconcile our commitments, I'm sure”. We give each other one last soft and slow kiss I get out of the car with butterflies in my stomach.

I cross the doorstep with his taste still on my lips, I feel ecstatic, even though I know it will be difficult to hang out with someone like James the connection between us is too special not to try.

As I am about to fall asleep under the covers in my room, my phone vibrates, I immediately pick it up with a very quick movement, instantly coming out of my torpor.

Hetfield: "I still have your scent on me, I don't think I'll sleep tonight".

Well, I don't think I'll get any sleep either.

𝓣𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓭...

[creatingblackcharacters]

Hi! I really love your blog and you've taught me so much about Black representation and helped me get started on the path to being better informed, so I really need to say thank you so much for all your hard work. You are amazing.

I was wondering if I could get your input on something since I feel like it has a place here. See, one of my most favorite game series is Telltale's The Walking Dead. I love it for its highs and lows, great story telling, and for some of the most amazing characters in the franchise. A lot of elements of this game series has not really aged well, however, and I feel like it all culminated in the series being racist on a lot of levels. Some of it is directly racist featuring microaggressions (like with one character referring to the character of Lee as "urban" and asking if he knows how to pick a lock), but there's one element that really bothers me that's most prominent in the last season. Apologies for spoilers but this has been bugging me so bad for years.

In the final season, our main protagonist Clementine has the chance to romance two characters. One is Louis, a laid back flirty guy who is Black with natural hair and loves the piano and puns. The other is a girl named Violet, a very angry but caring and protective blonde haired White girl who is a lesbian. At one point you have to pick who you save during an invasion on your camp, and whoever you don't save gets taken by the enemy to their boat to go back to the enemy camp.

If you save Louis, Violet becomes angry at Clementine for letting her get taken, actively fights against her at first when Clem and her team stage a rescue, but eventually goes back with her after the enemy's boat blows up and she becomes partially blinded and burned (which is a whole different issue I have regarding the writing but that's for another day). But if you do save her and pursue a romance, it's genuinely one of the most heartfelt moments in the entire game. You talk about what you'd do if you could take a road trip, make up constellations, and even slow dance together. It's genuinely sweet.

However, because of what happens to Louis, I can't bring myself to play a Violet route on any replays. Because if you let Louis be taken, the people who kidnapped him torture him and eventually do something really terrible (I really don't feel comfortable writing here it is that graphic), as punishment for "not shutting up" while imprisoned. I always end up pursuing the Louis romance because, along with being cute in its own way, with Louis writing a song for you on the piano, doing a quick candlelight dinner as best he can with what rations they can spare before the rescue, and even talks about eventually building a dream house with Clem, it's the better alternative to what would happen otherwise.

I don't like what happens to Violet if you let her get taken, but on some level it's better than letting what happens to Louis when he's kidnapped happen. He becomes absolutely broken if you let him get kidnapped.

For years I've felt this was far too uneven towards Louis, but a lot of the fandom doesn't seem to care about it since Louis isn't the only Black character in the series (most of the playable protagonists of these games are Black, Latino, or of East-Asian decent) and they like seeing the Queer representation with Clementine and Violet. But even so, I still feel like it's not fair.

There's a lot of other issues regarding the treatment of Characters of Color in these games, but the treatment of Black characters, especially dark-skinned Black characters in particular, really bothers me.

Oh I'll say it with you- yes, I would absolutely save the Black boy from being lynched over sparing the white lesbian character's hurt feelings, 100%. In the game and in real life. No amount of queer representation means that I should be sacrificing a Black kid and I simply won't do that 🤷🏾‍♀️ fuck the Black boys who may or may not be queer seeing themselves treated like that, huh? And anyone who genuinely believes that the two outcomes are comparable should not be trusted around real life Black people lmao I'm sorry that upsets me to hear.

I think it's baffling that they even made that decision as a studio, to take his suffering THAT far, especially for "not shutting up" when we know full well that "speaking out of turn" is often a trigger for antiblack violence. That is actually sickening, fr. I'm sorry you had to see that, and I'm angry that it goes that far one sidedly. I personally don't think romance options should be attached to decisions like that, either.

[12amintoronto]

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐢 ... omar marmoush x reader

"every time you try to forget who i am, i'll be right there to remind you again... you know me." - abel makkonen tesfaye

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wc: 2.7k

synopsis: as clear as omar had made himself the previous time about hating seeing another player's name on your back... you weren't finished. two could play this sort of game.

contents: hottt but still sfw, reader's plan is hit with a plot twist!!!!, possessive omar, female reader, engaged, love bites, passionate, makeout, fluff at the end.

notes: request fulfilled for @mariejuli (I HOPE ITS UP TO UR LIKING) bc once you really get to that part of the fic... it gets different for i got an idea that i hope u think is as great as i think it is (that being; the twist in the story)🩵🩵 this piece is the second installment to reminder, which got so much love which im so very grateful for

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you understood very well the implications of you wearing another footballer's kit hence your fiancé having made himself clear as ever not long ago after he caught you repping your friend who is a forward for girona.

omar... had you any idea this is a game that two can play?

another lovely city win - the smallest bit of discouragement from the last minute of the match did sting, that being striker erling haaland's disallowed goal - damn you, var!

though you had no reason for the most part to be unhappy about anything. a vibrant match, no goals conceded by your beloved club... and of course, some hot action from your prospective husband omar marmoush on the pitch... looking very good clad in the colour burgundy.

how don't you even have a kit that colour in your collection yet?

it did not take much digging through your recollection of prior happenings to remember a time you wore a burgundy knit sweater around the house.

...

"this colour is so beautiful on you, habibti." omar's words replayed verbatim in your mind, extracted from that very moment which was not a long while ago. you could remember how obsessed that man was. the way he snaked his arms around your waist from behind you, in front of the mirror, admiring the way that number adorned you.

the way he was being so soft with you made the corners of your lips turn up into a smile. "thank you, my love~" you replied.

...

you found yourself at pitchside hugging omar tightly as you usually do post-match when you're present at the stadium, regardless of the fact that he is all sweaty from playing for what is usually at least a good 70 minutes.

his smile was radiant after such a win. he pressed a kind kiss to your forehead before finally getting to look at you for good.

"nice game, habibti?"

"very nice, you performed amazing as per." you assured him. you always enjoyed yourself when you got to see your man play, and the victory only made it better.

"...and i love this third kit on you." you added.

he shook his head, chuckling. "yeah, you like?"

"yes, very much." you placed a palm on his chest and that really made his heart warm. omar pulled you in again by your waist and continued to kiss your forehead.

"going to go shower, now. i will be so quick, love... before you know it we can have a nap together on the ride home to manchester. love you, okay?"

"love you, habibi~" you smirked, giving him gentle pats on the back before you watched him be on his way. omar looked over his shoulder with a smug grin, at you, before going back to get himself right

it was not long until you saw one of omar's buddies approaching you - erling haaland - city's striker, of whom omar always made amazing gameplay with. it was expected that you'd befriend erling since omar had gotten close to him the day he began training at city - gushing about you to him and the other teammates in the dressing room and all.

"y/n!" the tall norweigan called out to you.

you knew right away who it was calling to you. "erling! what's up!" you beamed. he held out his hand to give you a proper dap up like he does with his teammates, and it was spot on, you two's hands clasping, before he let go and dropped his hand to his side. "nice goal," you continued, "can't believe var didn't allow that second one.."

"eh. what can we do. we won though!" erling shrugged, knowing he did his job as the club's main goalscorer.

"...and say, you have got to match with the team after the win."

you tilted your head at that. "i do match! look - i've got my gear on, no?" you inquired, your grasping at the city badge over your heart with your thumb and index.

"you're basically part of the team thought since you're the other half of omar, here~" erling insisted, already pulling at his kit to come off of him. his form was still clad in the identically coloured longsleeve he kept on underneath the jersey. he held the matchworn kit out to you,

you took it and gave that "bro nod" to erling, a gesture of approval which made him chuckle, in which he did it back to you.

"you can be burgundy like the rest of us, you are now that you have this."

"thanks erl, never actually had a kit in this colour anyway."

"no problem, see you then, y/n," erling concluded, holding his hand out again to dap you up once more before heading off to city's dressing room.

once he was on his way, you looked at the iconic striker's kit in hand...

and an idea really came over you.

you knew exactly how to make use - to give omar payback for last time.

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the following day after the spurs match, you and omar were chilled out together in you two's home in the evening. your fiancé was having a small nap in the living room after an exhausting session of training with his team, which allowed you to take on the bit of housework that omar certainly wouldn't let you lift a finger for if him being awake were the case.

you laundered a good bit of your clothes while he was out of the house training, and now you were finally taking the time to neatly fold and hang your clothes that are now clean. erling's kit from the day before included.

you had a masterplan.

and it took no time to get on it once you it was about time you act on it.

you slipped off the cami that you were already wearing, folding that neatly, before you reached for the burgundy city kit that was face-up, and replaced what you were just wearing as a top, with it.

looking to yourself in your vanity mirror, you smoothed the burgundy athletic fabric over your body.

and the fact that you could already hear stirring from the living room only solidified how certain you were about this being the perfect time to execute your plan - to push omar's buttons.

you were sure this was gonna work on him.

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your omar, looking fine as ever even with a little bit of sleepiness still written in his movements - which were slow and careful, was standing in the dim kitchen getting himself a glass of water.

you slyly watched him, as if he even had a clue you were there, and you could not tear your gaze away from the way his lips wrapped around the rim of the glass, as he delicately sipped, savouring the replenishing feeling a simple glass of water gave him that many would take for granted, for it was the second last sundown until the commencement of ramadan.

he looked so good doing it. the way his adam's apple had shown through as he swallowed, and the way he'd bring the back of his hand to his upper lip as he set down the glass.

you sauntered closer to him with footsteps that made the littlest sound, and smirked at yourself with your plan in mind. you wrapped omar up in a surprise hug from behind, your arms embracing around his waist.

omar grinned at the feeling of your touch, and turned around 180, so that he could made the hug heart to heart. he closed his eyes in bliss, feeling the familiarity of his soon to be wife. "good evening, my love~"

"hey baby~" you replied, trying to play it cool best as possible, not allowing your sneaky plan involving erling's kit to alter your tone into a questionable one. "sleep well?"

"mmh," omar groaned against you, still a bit adorably sleepy. you felt him nod. you giggled and brought your hand to his nape, the weakest amongst all of his spots... feeling his fade.

his senses caught onto the colour that adorned that top half of your body. he hugged you tighter, his hands splayed across your back, rubbing up and down gently.

"mmmhh... love this colour on you, habibti... pretty~"

your lips turned up into a smile and you pulled back to look at omar almost dreamily when he confessed such. the "thank you" you said to him was of the softest voice... you tried to suppress any sneakiness the sound of your voice could convey.

omar returned that sweet look. he was so eager for this sight of you wearing the third kit for the first time. "yes, pretty...

...do a spin quickly for me?"

you were already prepared for what you expected to come your way. so you were feeling yourself, as you gave omar a cute twirl, like you do at his command when it comes down to any sort of outfit that he's just seeing you in.

and lord. the sight of the surname and number on the back of the kit? his eyes narrowed.

"oh, habibti..." omar whispered, his hands caressing your sides up and down.

and suddenly, not a single second was wasted as omar tightened his arms around your waist, lifting you up abruptly, causing you to instinctively wrap your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck, elbows rested on his shoulders. you were now sat on the kitchen counter.

your arsenal of comebacks was readied. to hold your own amidst omar getting jealous like the last time all over again.

but, wait a second.

why was he smiling?

not with any visible sort of malice laced within his smile either. it was just, pure... his eyes reflecting the minimal warm lighting that illuminated the kitchen from light strips underneath the cupboards.

oh, he had to be putting up a front, though. smiling to conceal some other feeling that kit you had on was giving him.

"beautiful." omar murmured close to your ear.

it wasn't long before he closed the gap of tension and crashed his lips into yours.

"beautiful? when it's not even his kit i'm wearing? weird..." you thought to yourself... it's not his name and number on the kit...

...is it?

you rolled with it anyway, though. "beautiful?" really? he had to have said that sarcastically.

you could never turn down some steamy kissing with your fiancé. and for some reason, strangely enough, omar was particularly happy about getting to do so in this very moment.

the egyptian having his hands all over you, his lips grazing and locking with yours had you near melting.

you were surprised again once you had felt his large hands grasp underneath your thighs that he was standing in between just a second ago, you again taking hold on him by the shoulders as he carried you where he wanted you.

certainly your plan couldn't have him excited?

you were expecting that jealous omar that you encountered the day that your girona friend's name and number were on your back.

but you went along with it anyways, had you not a clue there was something that your man knows, in which you yourself, don't.

omar's kisses lingered about away from your lips as he carried you, as you felt the soft smacks of his lips on the corner of your mouth, your cheek, and your temple. you kept your eyes closed along the way to relish in the sensation the absolute best you could.

you felt yourself being lowered, and in a matter of seconds you were laid by the egyptian footballer on a soft surface - you and omar's bed.

from there on, you opened your eyes just slightly wanting to look at him, but they shut again as soon as omar's mouth found way to your neck to kiss... and lick... and suck.

you tried to catch his drift in the midst of it all - instead of an emotional reaction to another man's name on your back, was he just holding his tongue (in the sense that he'd not speak) ... and just deal with you the way he knew he should in such a situation?

it felt good, nonetheless...

this didn't feel like punishment as you had prospected, though.

"o-omar..."

"shhhh, habibti."

"you know marks show up so easily there, babe... i have places to be tomorrow, please~" you whined, concerned about the hickies omar's passion would inflict unto you, your hand caressing his nape.

"just allow me... you're not getting away from me. not now." he countered.

omar sucked on your neck some more - you could already feel the red marks coming on. that was until he pulled away for air, and stood back up, gesturing to the remaining pieces of clothing from your unfinished chore of folding laundry, which were all piled atop one side of the bed.

"i'm just going to move these, habibti... just on the floor. i'll finish the chores when i've taken care of you."

"if you insist, love."

as omar was about to move your laundered clothes from the bed, he first reached out to a number that had seemed to catch his eye. your eyes followed...

...a burgundy man city kit...

...with "haaland" and the number nine scribed across the back?

omar chuckled. "since when did you have this?"

"omar i- i'm so confused right now..."

"i'm just as confused!"

you stammered, heart racing. omar's expression didn't even convey any sort of agitation, though. he was just smiling with his eyebrow raised, having a bit of a laugh.

"how the heck do i have two third kits, omar?!"

"habibti, the one you're wearing right now was my surprise for you!"

you stopped and stood up, just looking around as any person who'd have no clue what's happening would do. then you caught onto your reflection in the vanity mirror, and turned your back.

there it read;

marmoush. 7.

"see, my surprise! i tossed my kit from yesterday's match with the clothes you wanted to put washing...

...where'd this come from, though!" omar asked, holding up erling's kit.

"i wanted you get onto your nerves on purpose with a kit that wasn't yours!"

omar's laughter grew. "no wonder haaland came back into the dressing room after the rest of us guys with just his long sleeves!"

you began to laugh with him. "yeah! because we got caught up in a chat... he gave me his match kit... and i just took it because, i mean, he's iconic."

still laughing softly at this whole situation, omar shook his head, his vision flickering between you in his kit, and erling's kit that was in his hands.

"oh, sweetie." he dropped erling's kit, and outstretched his arms to you, as he sat back onto the edge of the bed. "come. come here."

and you folded instantly, hurrying to practically pounce into your man's lap, straddling him and stealing a deep kiss from him - which took him by surprise... but he eased into it sooner than anyone could think. omar leant back until he was laying down, you on top of him, the laundry underneath your bodies, forgotten.

that went on for a satisfying bit, and in time you both pulled away simultaneously to look each other in the eyes. omar took your chin between his thumb and index gently.

"silly girl." he smirked.

"omar, stopppp~"

"and you had no idea you were actually wearing my kit, habibti... looking so mine."

"i learned from last time that provoking you could be very fun. that was my intention~"

"so sneaky... you know how to be a little devil, you do."

he kissed you deep again, and you two got the remnants of joyous laughter out together, just thinking about how hysterical it was how events never unfolded according to your plan. the laughter faded slowly, until omar and you were left in a tender moment, one another's foreheads resting against each other's gently.

"but hey..." omar started. "if you are being serious about seeing that side of me...

...i dare you to put on erling's kit one of these days."