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wintrwinchestr · 7 months ago

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obedience | part 2

summary: a week ago, you and joel had experimented with a new kink, and it’s been on your mind ever since. you had been too shy to ask to try it out again, but joel always knows exactly what you need.

warnings: 18+, smut, daddy kink, pet play (egregious use of “puppy”, joel teaches you dog commands and refers to your hand as your paw, among other things), d/s and ddlg relationship dynamics, praise kink, degradation/dumbification kink, cockwarming, edging, unprotected piv sex, creampie, pet names (baby, babygirl, sweetheart, etc), talk of reader wearing a collar, joel giving reader a bath/washing her hair, hella aftercare, reader has hair and can be carried by joel, implied age gap but reader is an adult, let me know if i missed anything!!

word count: 5.7k

a/n: literally nobody look at me please. this the most self indulgent self insert shit i’ve ever written in my life and if you get it you get it idk what else to say!!! anyway thank you for being patient with me and reading what i write, my big girl job takes it out of me sometimes but that’s what i write this type of shit to deal with <3 nice comments and reblogs appreciated if you enjoyed or if this awakened something in you :)

(read part 1 here if you missed it)

dividers by @saradika

“You want Daddy to train you, babygirl, you wanna be his pretty lil’ pet?”

It had been a week now since Joel had punished you, denied you for acting out over the phone, for disobeying him and sending him lewd photos of yourself when he had explicitly told you to stop. But you hadn’t listened, he wasn’t having it, and when he had returned home from work late that night, he had called you by a new name. Puppy, he had spat at you several times as he made you chase a ruined orgasm on his steel-toed work boot.

The pet name hadn’t left your mind since then, repeating itself over and over, along with his question of if you wanted to be trained, if you wanted to be his pet. The more you thought about it, the more you found yourself becoming desperate for it. Each day in the office was a struggle to stay focused on even the simplest of tasks, your thoughts overrun with fantasies of Joel getting you on all fours for him, giving you commands and praising you for following them, tugging you towards him by a finger hooked into a collar to tell you what a pretty puppy, what a good girl you’re being for him.

You’d left work every evening for the past several days with a damp spot in the seat of your panties, feeling ashamed by how depraved and inappropriate almost every one of your waking thoughts had become. When you would greet Joel at the door all needy and wanting, he would tease you with a “What’s gotten into you, lately, hm?”, but never push for more than you were willing to reveal to him, though he thought he might have had an idea. He would take you to the bedroom and have his way with you the way you liked, the way you had usually craved, before he had turned your world upside down by deciding on a whim to try somethin’ new that fateful night.

Joel would be more than willing to try it again, to follow through with that question he’d asked you, but he decided he was content with waiting for you to come to him, for you to decide when you were ready for him to make you his good puppy once more.

–

The weekend begins just like any other. Joel’s internal clock wakes him up no later than seven in the morning, the sun just barely streaming in through the blinds in your shared bedroom. He tries to keep his creaks and groans to a minimum as he rolls out of bed, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead before quietly padding his way into the kitchen to get a sizable pot of coffee brewing. He lets you sleep for another couple of hours, knowing full and well at this point in your relationship that he has the wrath of your grumpy morning attitude to face if he doesn’t. He does think it’s cute, though, how your face twists up into a pout but your eyes stay scrunched closed if he wakes you up at a time you deem too early.

When Joel does decide it’s a sensible time for the two of you to get a proper start on your generous two days off from the slog of your weekday jobs, he cracks the bedroom door open gently, making his way over to your still-sleeping form. He softly brushes some of your knotted hair out of your face as he places your mug of coffee on the nightstand beside your head, prepared just the way you like it. Whatever happened to good ol’ fashioned cream and sugar? Or just plain black, for that matter? Can’t believe you like it with all this cinnamon vanilla whatever you have me dump in it, he had teased, not long after you had first started sleeping over at his place. Can’t believe you drink it without anything in it. It needs at least a lil’ somethin’ sweet in it, you had bantered back to him, to which he was quick to reply with Got my somethin’ sweet right here, don’t I? before pulling you into his lap and kissing you hard until both of your cups ran cold.

You smile at the memory in your half-sleepy state, slowly blinking your eyes open to see Joel’s warm and familiar smile. “Mornin’, sweet girl,” he says, his grin only growing wider when you greet him back with the cute little squeal that comes out when you stretch your arms over your head instead of an actually intelligible word. “Got some emails and borin’ stuff to catch up on this mornin’, why don’t you just stay comfy and sip on your coffee while you wake up for a bit, hm? Probably be done in time to get lunch together somewhere, how’s that sound?”

“Okay, Daddy,” you reply softly, real words this time, as you push yourself up to sitting while Joel props your pillows up behind you for your back to rest against. You don’t put up much of a fight against the yawn that stretches your jaw, rubbing your blurry eyes as it does.

“Alright, gimme a kiss, sleepy girl. Enjoy your creamer with a splash o’ coffee,'' Joel taunts through a chuckle. He presses his lips to yours, and his coarse beard tickles the skin around your mouth, making you giggle. The smile hasn’t completely faded from your face by the time he slips out of the bedroom to head into his office, shutting the door gently behind him.

Extending a hand down to your nightstand, you hook your fingers through the mug’s handle and slowly bring it up to your face, careful not to spill any. He’d chosen your favorite Daddy’s Girl mug, the phrase written in bold pink text curved over a little illustration of two blue daisies. You always thought your coffee tasted a little better from this mug, somehow. Taking your first sugary sweet sip, you think the sentiment is as true this morning as it’s always been.

–

A little while later, when you feel somewhat more awake thanks to plenty of caffeine and sugar working its way through your body, you finally force yourself into comfortable clothes different from the ones you slept in. With your hair sufficiently tamed, face washed, and teeth brushed, you decide now’s as good of a time as any to try and act on the plan you’d been concocting over the past couple of days, waiting for a moment just like this to pounce on.

You still felt too shy to bring it up to Joel, to tell him how badly you’ve been wanting him to treat you like his little pet, and go even further with it this time. You know he’d never judge you for it, and he had seemed to like the experiment just as much as you did. But something about your little fantasy still felt taboo and shameful, and you just couldn’t bring yourself to use your big girl words and ask for it.

Though, you had finally realized, maybe you didn’t have to ask for it. Maybe you could quietly tip toe into his office one lazy Saturday morning and sit at his feet, nuzzle into his thigh until he brings a hand down from his keyboard to scratch behind your ear, asking you What’re you up to down there, babygirl?

And that’s exactly where you’ve found yourself now, answering his question with a dreamy whimper, leaning into his touch as the feeling of his fingers on your skin makes you smile so blissfully, wiggling on your knees.

“What’s got you feelin’ so snuggly this mornin’, hm? Just need some lovin’ from your Daddy?” he asks in his still-rough morning voice, gazing down at you affectionately.

“Mmhmm,” you hum, wrapping your arms around his calf and rubbing your cheek against the soft leg of his sweatpants.

“Alright, lil’ thing. Just got a couple more emails to take care of and then I’m all yours, promise.” He removes his hand from your scalp to start typing again, and you pout in protest.

Joel shoots a stern look down to you. “Poutin’ don’t typically get us what we want, now does it? Be patient, sweetheart, just a few more minutes.”

You release another upset noise, louder this time, and then he’s pushing his rolling chair back, your grasp around his leg coming apart as he does.

“Came in here actin’ so good and sweet, where’d this bratty girl come from, hm? If there’s somethin’ you want, gotta use your big girl words and ask for it, you know that,” he scolds, his expression becoming more serious.

You hadn’t meant to elicit this reaction from him at all, and it causes your eyes to well up as you stare at the carpet, avoiding his gaze. Opting to answer him with just a shrug, you fidget with your fingers in your lap to distract yourself from the sting behind your eyes. You do attempt to open your mouth and make your desires known to him, but think better of it, and any big girl words you did have swirling around in your brain are replaced by yet another half-hearted little whine.

A whine that sounds… a little familiar to him.

“Oh, I see…” Joel muses, a little less authority in his voice as he assumes a more relaxed position in his desk chair. “I think I know what’s goin’ on here.”

You look up to meet his eyes, tilting your head in confusion. The action prompts his lips to tug into a knowing smile, and he leans forward in his seat, making a beckoning motion with his hand. “C’mere, baby. Between my legs.”

You obey immediately, crawling towards him to close the small distance between you, settling in a kneeling position between his spread thighs. “Good girl,” he praises, and the words make you beam as he cups your chin, the moisture that had been blooming along your water lines now forgotten.

“Think I know why my sweet girl ain’t usin’ her words with me this mornin’...” Joel says, scratching at the soft skin under your chin with his fingertips. You can’t help but lean into his touch, lashes fluttering, and it’s enough to confirm his suspicions.

“Reckon it’s because puppies don’t know to, hm? They just whimper and whine for attention from their Daddies cause they don’t know how to talk, ain’t that right?”

You let out a pathetic little noise when he finally says the word, the one that’s been dampening every pair of panties you own for the past week, but that you’d been too scared to ask to hear again. But you were right after all, you didn’t have to ask for it, because Joel always knows just what you need, somehow.

He uses his grip on your chin to nod your head up and down for you, and continues talking down to you in that gravelly tone of voice that makes you feel like you’re about to melt straight through the floor. “Yeah… ‘F you wanna be Daddy’s lil’ puppy this mornin’, tha’s alright with him. Figured you oughta be missin’ it by now, seein’ as how you liked it so much the first time around…”

You’re barely processing what he’s saying, your lips slack and eyes unblinking as your cunt releases little pulses of slick into your panties. Something about Joel seeing through you so clearly, calling you out on your newly discovered kink and using it to pull you hard and fast into this familiar saccharine headspace, has your whole body burning hot with arousal.

“And if I know one thing about puppies, it’s that they need some trainin’, don’t they? ‘Specially impatient ones like the pretty thing I’ve got sittin’ at my feet. Don’t you agree? Don’t speak, just nod, babygirl.”

It’s unusual for him to request a nonverbal response, as opposed to a Yes, Daddy, but you’re grateful for the change as you allow yourself to fall deeper into your role. You give him what he asks for, a couple of eager nods in quick succession, even though you aren’t quite sure where he’s going with this yet.

“Asked you twice to be good and patient for Daddy, and all I got was poutin’ and whinin’ instead, didn’t I? Think my lil’ pet oughta learn her first command today: Wait. Because good puppies know how to wait for their treats, don’t they, sweet girl? Again, just nod for me.”

And you do, slower and with a little more guilt in your expression this time. But despite him making you admit to your disobedience, you’re not sure you’ve ever been more fucking soaked than you are right now. You’re throbbing, aching, shifting on your knees in an effort to get even the smallest bit of relief. You think you might be releasing little whimpers, but you can’t be sure, already feeling so floaty and far away from just his words alone.

Joel spots your desperate movements, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He shifts in his chair, adjusting for his own arousal, and gets an idea.

“On second thought… Got another command I might like to teach you first. Somethin’ a lil easier for that dumb puppy brain of yours to understand, hm?” He tilts his head at you, lips curved into a mocking pout.

Your eyes flutter and roll to the back of your head involuntarily, his degradation prompting the instinctual response from you. Another syrupy slow nod lets him know you’re ready to learn, to obey to the best of your ability.

“Alright, sweet thing. When I say paw, want you to put your hand right on my knee here, ‘kay?” Joel explains, patting his muscled leg for clarity. “Paw, baby, gimme paw,” he coos at you, his tone not dissimilar to the one he uses to speak to actual dogs.

Forcing your brain to work through the dense cloud of submission that shrouds it, you lift your hand and place it on his knee, just like he had demonstrated. His enthusiastic reaction to your obedience startles you at first, but you break into a beaming grin when you see the proud expression he wears.

“Good girl, tha’s a good girl,” he praises, scratching at the top of your head and ruffling your hair. Using his touch as a distraction, Joel places your paw over his hardening bulge with his unoccupied hand, the thick shape of him prominent through his thin sweatpants. He tightens his hand on top of yours, prompting your fingers to squeeze him. He guides your hand into massaging him for a second or two more, long enough for your melted puddle of a brain to connect with the nerve endings in your fingers. Your breath hitches when you realize what it is you’re feeling, your blissed-out expression morphing into a more desperate, wide-eyed one as you focus your attention to the movement of your hands.

“Yeah, feel that, sweet girl? Feel what you do to Daddy by bein’ so good for him?” He prompts, and your thighs squeeze together as you grope him. You can’t help but draw your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down on it to stifle the needy whimper that threatens to escape.

“You wanna sit on it, pup? Hm? Wanna keep Daddy’s cock nice ‘n warm while he finishes up his work?”

Your aching cunt squeezes around nothing at the premise, and you nod so hard it makes you dizzy. You move to push yourself off the floor and stand up, but a firm hand on your shoulder stops you.

“Ah ah, gotta use your words this time. Speak, baby,” Joel commands, and it takes you a second of searching to find the ability to do so again.

“Y-yes, Daddy, wanna s-sit on it…” you answer softly, and you’ve never heard your own voice sound so wanton. It comes out in a pitch that you almost don’t recognize as your own, featherlight and dreamy and desperate all at once. The need in your voice alone is enough to satisfy him.

“Good girl, just learnin’ all kinds o’ tricks today, aren’t we? Trainin’ you so well… C’mon up here, babygirl,” he permits, and uses his big hands and sturdy forearms to assist you in your awkward and eager climb into his lap. “Take it out, baby, get your treat.”

You whine as you situate yourself atop his thighs, tossing your head back with a dramatic flair, overwhelmed and frustrated by all he’s been asking of you. You just wanted him to turn your brain off, to praise you, to not have to think while he plays with you however he wants, and instead all he’s been doing is asking you to listen, sit, speak, obey. But of course, you should know better by now, that Joel likes making you work for it, to wait for it.

“Hey,” he scolds, grabbing your face and pulling your head forward from where it had flopped between your shoulder blades. “You were doin’ so well, bein’ such a good, obedient girl. Don’t start actin’ up on me now. Could always change my mind, not let you have your treat after all. You want that?”

“No, Daddy…” you admit, your words distorted through the way your cheeks are squished together. He’s not using much force, just enough to keep your focus on him.

“‘S what I thought… Go on then, pup,” Joel commands, and you make quick but clumsy work of freeing his already leaking cock from the loose confines of his sweatpants and briefs. He lets go of your face in favor of placing both of his hands on your hips, lifting you up while you pull your loose shorts and panties to the side, maneuvering his length to just barely prod at your wet little entrance. You flit your eyes from where the two of you meet back up to meet his gaze, hesitating while you look to confirm your permission one last time.

“Sit, puppy,” he says through a smirk, and you release a sharp whimper as you sink down onto his cock.

On instinct, you bury your face in the warm expanse of skin between Joel’s neck and shoulder, rolling your hips back in preparation for a satisfying buck forward. His grip on your skin turns iron, holding you in place and preventing you from chasing after your pleasure.

He cuts off your pout with a strict, “I say you could move?”

“Mmph– No, Daddy,” you mumble into his firm muscle.

He huffs a mocking breath through his nose. “Really are jus’ a dumb lil’ thing for me, ain’t you? You already forget what you’re ‘sposed to be learnin’?” “‘M sorry, Daddy–” the embarrassment from his demeaning words makes you squirm, and his grip on you becomes bruising.

“Don’t need you to be sorry. Jus’ need you to listen. You’re gonna wait like a good girl ‘til I say you can start grindin’ that messy lil’ puppy cunt on me. We clear?” he orders, his deep baritone traveling straight from your ear to your needy core, the dark thatch of hair at the base of his cock already damp as a result.

You hug yourself closer to him, little fingers clawing at his t-shirt in an attempt to ground yourself, and nod meekly.

“Speak,” he spits again.

“Y-yes, Daddy, clear…”, you whine, managing to lift your head up just enough for your voice to come out a little more coherently.

“If I let go so I can finish up my work, you gonna behave and hold still for me?”

You don’t seem to have a choice, but you agree, anyway. “Mhm, yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl. Now wait,” Joel instructs.

You aren’t sure how much time passes, the incessant clicks and clacks of Joel’s keyboard and mouse becoming more and more irritating with each passing second. Those sharp mechanical sounds, the vibration of his chest against yours whenever he clears his throat, the feeling of his pulsing cock as it splits you in two, it’s all so fucking much. You can’t help but release little whimpers and whines, pathetic pleases and Daddys that he either shushes or chooses to ignore. Any slight movement you make in an attempt to relieve some of the ache, he just responds to with a coo of wait, pup, and the tone of his commands as you twitching, clenching around him, soaking his cock more and more. It has to have been at least fifteen or twenty minutes by now, and at this point you’re sure he must be clicking around his desktop aimlessly just to drag out your training a bit longer.

Eventually, the noises stop, and Joel breathes a sigh as he replaces his large hands on your hips, their touch much more gentle this time. You lift your head from his shoulder to face him, wide and watery doe eyes frantically searching his face for a sign that the wait is over, that you’ve finally earned your treat.

He grants you a soft smile, lifting a hand and using it to just barely grasp your chin, tilting your head side to side as he admires you.

“Got such a sweet girl in my lap, don’t I? Knew she could be good, just needed a lil trainin’ hm?”

You nod, already feeling so overwhelmed that your mind has started to drift elsewhere, to the relief you’ll hopefully be feeling in just a few minutes, after he’s finished toying with you.

He releases your chin, ghosting his hand downwards along the column of your throat, stopping when his thumb and fingers are resting on the tops of your collarbones. He doesn’t apply any pressure, just admires the placement of his hand for a moment, then hums.

“Neck would look so pretty with a collar wrapped around it, don’t you think, pup? With a lil’ heart-shaped tag danglin’ from it, engraved with my name so everyone knows that you belong to me? That you’re my puppy, hm?”

Fuck.

The sentiment alone, the domination and ownership of it all, has you crying out your most pathetic noise so far this morning, eyebrows peaked with need as you bite down on your lip so hard you think you might’ve drawn blood. Joel predicts your reaction, clamping down on your hip with his other hand to stop you from moving before he’s decided you’re allowed to.

Again, you nod, willing to agree to anything and everything he wants from you if it means you’re getting closer to getting what you want from him, what you need.

“Say it, baby,” Joel demands of you, his voice calm but commanding.

You tilt your head at him, humming a confused little noise, but he doesn’t elaborate. “Say it, c’mon,” he repeats. Your foggy brain is on a second or two delay, but it catches up eventually, and you realize what he wants to hear.

“I’m y-your… ‘m your puppy,” you say, softly, your voice tinted with embarrassment.

“Wha’s that, sweetheart? Didn’t quite hear you. One more time for Daddy.”

You swallow hard, inhaling a shuddering breath before repeating the phrase a little louder, with a little less control. “I’m your p-puppy, Daddy. I’m your puppy, ‘m Daddy’s–”

“Yeah, y’ are, fuck.”

He moves his hand from the base of your neck back to your hip, and uses his strong grip to hold you still while he begins a series of sharp but rewarding thrusts in and out of your swollen cunt, each one seeming to hit deeper and deeper inside you. Falling against him once more, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and bury your face into him while you let him fuck into you like a doll. His movements are quick and desperate as he growls an incoherent string of filthy praises in your ear, his words accompanied by the sloppy wet sounds of skin on skin.

“Perfect girl, Christ, tight lil’ puppy pussy feels so fuckin’ good, always feels so fuckin’ good. Such a good girl, such a good goddamn girl for Daddy.”

The harsh bounce of your body in his lap jostles every last one of your thoughts from your brain, and he relishes in the animalistic cries and yelps you mumble into the flesh of your upper arm, now damp with your drool. He must feel the moisture as it pools underneath your face and wets the thin fabric of his t-shirt, because then he’s laughing at you, spewing more obscene words at you as he spears you up and down on his cock.

“Shit, are you fuckin’ droolin’ on me, sweetheart? Got this messy cunt and that pretty mouth both soakin’ me, Christ. This cock make you that dumb, hm? You Daddy’s dumb puppy?”

You are, you both fucking know you are, so you agree and repeat it back to him to the best of your fucked-out ability because you know it’s what he wants to hear. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to hear it too, the self-degradation lighting your whole body on fire as some of that heat forms itself into a tight ball in your tummy.

Joel’s hips begin to stutter, his hold on you starting to falter, complete sentences turning into sharply whispered expletives as he nears his orgasm. He can feel you squeezing around him, notices the telltale sign of your muscles tightening and your breathing coming out in short bursts, and uses that four letter word against you one last time.

“Not yet, babygirl, don’t you fuckin’ come for me, not ‘til I say. Wait,” he spits through gritted teeth.

You were so ready, just teetering on the edge of your orgasm, all you needed was a few more jackhammering thrusts and you’d be careening down the steep cliff of it. It takes everything in you to hold it in, to not let go. But you’ve been so good for him, and Joel doesn’t have it in him to torture you much longer, and he permits you to finish just a few minutes later.

“Alright, come, puppy, come for Daddy,” he orders, and you spasm in his lap with a debauched cry, that ball of heat in your tummy dispersing through your bloodstream, igniting every one of your nerves and sending sparks flying behind your eyelids. He reaches his high at the same time, spilling his release inside of you the way you both like.

It takes a few moments for the both of you to come back into yourselves, heaving chests eventually matching each other in a more relaxed rhythm. Joel softly scratches at the back of your head while you place delicate kisses mindlessly along his neck and up behind his ear.

“You were so good, sweetheart. Always take everything I give you so well,” Joel quietly praises next to your ear. He touches his lips to the side of your head, then your temple, then gently maneuvers your face so that he can press a final kiss to your forehead. Your eyelids flutter open in response, and your lips tug into a sleepy grin as you focus on his face. “There she is, my beautiful girl.” He sweeps a few tangled locks of hair away from your face, and even though you know you must look like a mess, you let him admire you anyway.

“Still up to go out for some lunch? After we get ourselves cleaned up ‘n all,” Joel asks, shifting his gaze down to where his spend leaks from you, staining both of your clothes a darker color and dripping onto the fabric of his desk chair.

You pause, chewing on the inside of your cheek for a bit before shaking your head.

“No? Tha’s alright, sweet girl, don’t blame you one bit. You’ll still let Daddy get you cleaned up though, won’t you sweetheart? How’s about I run you a bath with some o’ that new flowery bubble bath you just got, hm?”

You light up at the premise, nodding eagerly, and Joel flashes his handsome smile at you in return. “Alright, hang onto me, baby,” he says, and you wrap your arms tightly around his shoulders as he scoops you up and carries you to the bedroom, his softening cock still nestled inside you. The two of you detach when he sets you down on the small, handmade wooden bench adjacent to the tub, and leaves only for a moment to retrieve your favorite pink blanket from the living room. He wraps it around your shoulders when he returns, and starts the bath for you. He makes sure to squeeze a generous amount of the bubble bath into the roaring stream of water, ensuring that the bath is sufficiently fragrant and relaxing.

When the tub is full, with mounds of white soap bubbles threatening to spill over the smooth porcelain walls, he helps you strip out of your clothes, tugging your bottoms down your legs as you remove your own top over your head. Joel offers you one of his hands to steady yourself with as you step into the bath and lower yourself into the steaming water. It feels perfect, because just like he knows exactly how you take your coffee, how you want to be fucked without you having to ask, he also knows the almost-too-hot temperature of bathwater you prefer.

He allows you to wash your own body, while he uses the cup you keep by the tub to douse your hair with water, using his rough fingertips to massage your favorite coconut shampoo into your scalp. You’re almost done scrubbing yourself by the time he’s raking conditioner through your damp ringlets, and then he’s rinsing you clean, the humid air in the room now smelling like a dozen different flowers and fruits, all of them mixing together to smell definitively like you. It’s his favorite scent in the whole world.

You don’t exchange many words during your bath, mostly enjoying the intimacy of the activity in silence. The action alone is enough to let you know how deeply the two of you care for each other, how much you trust and love each other.

When the water eventually runs cool, Joel helps you out of the slippery tub, and wraps you in one of your plush bath towels, a lighter shade of pink than your blanket, but just as soft.

“I’ll let you finish up in here, and I’ll see about orderin’ us some delivery, hm? I’ll get you whatever you want, and we can throw on a movie to watch while we eat, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds good, Daddy,” you reply, the bath leaving you feeling refreshed and more like yourself, able to find your voice again.

You settle on ordering your favorite fast food, and it arrives shortly before you tiptoe your way into the living room, your wet hair now pulled up into a clip while the rest of you is dry and comfortable, wrapped in a soft lounge set and your cozy blanket.

“There she is, the Poky Lil’ Puppy,” Joel teases, removing your containers of chicken tenders and fries from the plastic bag they arrived in, setting them on the coffee table in front of the couch.

You giggle at his quip, settling down on the cushion next to him. “I’m not… poky, or whatever,” you reply, in a tone of voice that isn’t sure if you’re supposed to feel complimented or offended.

He looks at you in minor disbelief for a second, then moves his head and brows in a gesture that suggests something like touché. “It’s the name of a kids’ book. Written a lil’ before your time, I guess.”

“Oh… I’ll take it, then.” You settle against Joel’s warm, sturdy form as you munch on a fry, watching the TV screen as he flips through the most promising of the half dozen streaming services he’s subscribed to. “You know…” you start, but let the rest of your sentence drift away, not sure if you want to continue.

“Yeah, babygirl?” he replies, and it encourages you to finish your thought.

“I really liked, um… what we did today. Earlier,” you continue, doing your best to push through your shyness in an effort to get better at communicating your desires with him.

Joel pauses his browsing, putting the TV remote on the table so he can meet your eyes. “In my office, you mean?”

You can’t help but smile cheekily at the memory. “Yeah… I really like being called… that, I think. And if you don’t think it’s too weird–”

“Course I don’t, sweetheart. Would never judge you for likin’ what you like. If it makes you happy, makes you feel good, if it ain’t hurtin’ anyone, then there’s nothin’ wrong with it, baby.” Joel’s turned his upper body to face you now, to make sure you understand the sincerity of his words.

You smile, and his reassurance gives you the confidence to continue. “I really like that… collar idea,” you admit softly. “Maybe we can try that next time.”

He tucks his tongue into the pocket of his cheek, his face forming into a satisfied expression. “Thought you might. Keep bein’ Daddy’s good girl, he just might get you one. Maybe a matchin’ leash, too, somethin’ to tug on when I need you to listen.”

Your eyelids perform their involuntary flutter, a quiet whimper escaping your lungs at the thought.

“Alright, settle down now, baby,” Joel says through a chuckle, shaking his head before kissing the top of your head affectionately. “Got all the time in the world to try whatever we want. Just focus on eatin’ your lunch for now, sweetheart.”

You snuggle up close to him after he starts the movie you both decided on, happily eating your salty and savory meal as you watch. For the rest of the afternoon, you feel warm and satisfied for a few different reasons, the most important one due to how grateful you are to have Joel.

He takes care of you, understands you, and loves you like nobody else ever could. And it’s mornings like these that make you especially aware of that fact. You’ll be his good girl for as long as he wants you to be–forever, hopefully–and he’ll always give you exactly what you need in exchange for it.

Even if that something might be a collar with his name on it, fit for his perfect little puppy.

tag list (no pressure if this one isn't your thing!!) @beefrobeefcal @iamasaddie @rebel-held @dilfgestivo @zliteraturehoe @joeldjarin @kamcrazy123 @hellowoolf @rexamongthestars @stevie75 @luxurychristmaspudding @noisynightmarepoetry @mewantpeepaw (if your name is crossed out it won't let me tag you!!)

#my writing #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #daddy!joel miller #joel miller smut

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ven0moir · 5 months ago

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So I'm not quite sure how to phrase this yet so PLEASE reblog this so a smarter Byler is able to connect the dots properly HAHA

But ... I was watching the show Eric last night and I noticed some ... VERY compelling similarities to Stranger Things: NUMBER ONE Time Period 'Eric' and Stranger things are both set in the 80s.

NUMBER TWO Main Premise The disappearance of a child as one of the main plot hooks. And look at Edgar ... doesn't he look familiar?

NUMBER THREE Queer themes Although the queer themes in Stranger Things are more ... subtle/subtextual, in Eric they show the struggles of one of the main characters as a closeted gay man in the 80s. It's honestly gut-wrenching and had me tearing up at the end. NUMBER FOUR William and Michael Speaking of the main character, his name's Michael. And his lover ...? William. Yep. There is a literal queer couple named William and Michael in this very VERY obviously inspired by Stranger Things Netflix show. And I REALLY don't think it's a coincidence.

I don't exactly know what to make of it, though, and I am sure there are far more themes between the two than these four, but these are the ones that were the most obvious to me.

I'm not kidding my jaw was on the floor. And I might be delusional but I mean come on ... it's one thing watching a Netflix show like .. idk, Bridgerton, with not as many obvious common themes with Stranger Things at surface level.

But this one?

I'll eat an edible later tonight lmao and revisit this to see if i can make any more connections but for now I'm weirdly excited ...? It feels like we're receiving Byler crumbs through this show or something. Makes me wonder what the point would be.

Anyway, please share any thoughts! I'm curious what other Bylers might think of this or maybe I'm just delusional haha

#byler #byler theory #byler analysis #byler evidence #byler is endgame #byler nation #mike wheeler is gay #will byers

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viktheviking1 · 7 months ago

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The scariest people are never the ones who immediately creep you out. They are the ones who are expert at seeming trustworthy. You may already know someone like this, and not realize it yet.

Be it on the Internet or in real life, it is important to be cautious around anyone who starts suggesting things you aren't comfortable with or asking for information that is none of their business.

Things no one taught you about the Internet!

Starting with minors (17 and under in the US)

DON'T POST YOUR AGE! Or age rage. Or birth year. Do not write 'minor' in your bio. This is probably the most common and most dangerous mistake! You will be actively targeted.

Don't pretend you're an adult!!! If a creep sees that you wrote 18 or older but act like a minor, they will do all the same tricks to become your friend, and know they have a legal loophole because they can always claim they didn't know! This is almost more dangerous than just saying "I'm a kid, come hurt me"

Instead just don't say anything! Don't post it anywhere, and don't add it to your bio. If someone asks you for your age, just block them.

Don't share your name or nickname! Even if you don't share your last name, they can pick up enough details about you over time that even a first name is enough to find you.

Instead, use a totally different name! Something like Eli_Bloodsucker is way more fun, just don't use it if your real name or even a real life nickname is Eli, Eliza, Ellie, or anything else even remotely similar!

Don't talk to anyone directly! Be it in comments or asks or in direct messages, they're all dangerous. It doesn't matter if they say they are a minor or an adult. If you can't see their face, don't talk to them. If you find a real life friend you didn't know had an account, don't talk to them. That might not be your friend. You can text your friend directly or talk to them in real life about it later.

Instead, just spread positivity purely form likes and reblogs. Pretend the comment and chat buttons are lava or acid or something. Don't touch them.

Don't share ANYTHING about where you live. Not even country. Don't tell someone about how it's always humid where you live or that there's a storm where you are.

Instead, you can share about weather vaguely later. For example, "a few months ago it snowed and I slipped on ice."

Don't, talk about an activity that would even hint that you are a minor. Don't talk about school, don't talk about piano lessons, don't talk about martial arts class, or football practice. Don't mention growing out of your clothes. Don't mention how your mom grounded you. Don't talk about your little brother barging into your room.

Instead, before posting any stories from your real life, ask yourself if this could also easily apply to someone in their 20s living with roommates instead of family members and working a full-time job. If the answer is yes, then post it, if not, don't. (Good example: I burnt my eggs but I didn't want to waste it so I still ate it. Bad example: My dad made me eggs this morning even though I hate them, and made me eat them.)

Don't post or share pictures or videos of yourself online. Someone can either use it to find you or steal them to lure your friends or other people your age into trusting them.

Instead, find a picture of a duck with a mustache online, and make that you're profile picture. Find a map of Australia and post that as your "outfit check". Way more fun.

Do not trust the person who reblogged this. Do not trust the original poster. Creeps will sometimes post about Internet safety as part of their plan to make you trust them.

So how can you tell who to trust, and who not to? You can't! That's the Internet. Better to play it safe than to risk your actual life over a post or a trend

Adult Internet safety:

Idk, it's your life. You know the consequences you might face. Make your own damn decisions. If your dad can't tell you what to do, then I sure can't.

Oh, and don't interact with people you know, or think, are kids. There is help available for those who are tempted to do this. Don't go down that path. There are resources, there are other ways. Having thoughts isn't a crime, acting on them is. PLEASE talk to a licensed professional.

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gh0stchristian · 1 year ago

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Luis Serra x m!reader headcanons [SFW/NSFW]

this prompt is heavily inspired by other posts from the following tags, specially this one

there might be some misspellings along the post, apologizing in advance.

like + reblog are much appreciated!

light explicit content ahead, some words are censored.

SFW

Luis never comments on the fact that he's attracted to men, however he would carry on with his flirting behavior as much as he does with women;

Would definitely complement your clothes, your jewelry, your hair and your facial features;

*bites the tip of his lip* "¡Que Guapo!"

Treats you with kindness and does his best to not get you overwhelmed;

bro has that insanely enchanted gaze that makes you lose your tracks;

like seriously, you look at him and be like "what's happening to me"

Makes jokes 24/7 and laughs with himself trying to impress you;

Grins every time he looks at you (simp behavior);

Annoys you purposely;

"Fuck you, Luis." "Now or later?"

Would try everything to make you flustered;

"Ay, didn't think you could be so cute."

Whispers naughty phrases in Spanish in your ear and mistranslates the meaning;

He likes to fix his hair when you're not watching, he cares how you perceive him;

He comes up with "Hold on, you got a dirty spot on your chin." and takes the opportunity to brush his thumb on your lips;

idk why I add this but I think Luis breathes loudly. Like you can hear his breath

He catches you glancing at him: "What? Never seen a handsome man before?"

Calls cute lil names "bebé", "guapo" and "hombrecito" are his favorite to use with you;

At first, Luis used to give little pats on your back, but when you gain intimacy with him he squeezes your waist.

He comforts you when you're feeling depressed, gently holding your face. "Aw mi amor, que pasa? Why are you so down?"

Luis doesn't play with your feelings and gets concerned every time you seem upset with something;

He loves caressing your hair and giving a lil kiss on the cheek;

He pleads for you like he's reciting a poem;

immediately put out the cigarette when you say you're allergic to the smoke;

He grabs your chin to face you, gently pulls you for a kiss. I mean, he practices kissing a lot, so he's aware of what he's doing;

He glances at you before pulling his face back;

"Mm, did I make someone nervous? That's what I thought."

NSFW

Switch (duh

loves fingering you and whispering in your ear

a truly touch starved person

he's not a fan of degrading but would do it if you insist.

stop being delusional, Luis doesn't understand a thing about bdsm

Luis Serra Voice Kink Navarro

"Yeah lose that up for me, mi amor."

Huffs and bites his lips during sex.

in his mind: teasing >> fucking

would muffle curses and isn't afraid to moan

if you have a praising kink you've won

cheesy compliments and bragging, he's so cute and romantic

Luis absolutely adores caressing your body, especially arms and shoulders

cozy cuddling and hugs, kissing and nibbling on your neck

He's truly a gentleman, he opens the car door for you and your legs too, aww

he pushes you until you scream his name

"Let this whole damn place hear that we're here!"

won't stop complementing your body

he speaks a lot during sex if you didn't get that yet

that gorgeous smile of his makes any guy's heart melt.

he secretly has a semi-public sex kink

brags your waist, swinging your hips slowly while staring at you taking his dick "Ah, [Y/N] you're taking me so well."

smokes after sex

chuckles seeing you take a break from hours of pleasuring

"Take a rest now, guapo. You did great."

after a long enjoyable night, Luis naps cuddling with you, snoring on your neck sleeping peacefully like an angel.

but this angel's snores sounds like a truck.

#luis sera x reader #luis sera x m!reader #luis sera headcanons #re4 luis #resident evil #resident evil 4 #re4 remake #luis serra #luis serra navarro #luis sera x y/n #luis sera smut #smut prompts #romantic prompts

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grimweathers · 6 months ago

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the last post i reblogged made me think of something i’ve been stewing on lately (just personal irl stuff, not like. big philosophical stuff. basically a livejournal-esque post lol)

this is getting long but i want to get it off my chest so i’m gonna put it under a read more lol. might delete later anyway. also using fake names because i was starting to confuse myself with all the "this friend and her other friend and her other OTHER friend" lmao

disclaimer that stacy is a good friend, she’s a cishet ~ally~ etc etc, but i think (subconsciously?) she thinks gay relationships are worse than straight relationships in regards to Drama™️, and therefore worse in general, and it comes through in the way she talks about it. and it’s been bothering me a lot lately. (the word “drama” makes it sound flippant, but i mean like. all types of relationship issues of varying degrees of severity)

our mutual friend diane recently came out as bi and has been talking about trying to date women. and stacy sometimes tries to discourage diane from trying to date women at all, specifically because stacy's lesbian friends' relationship drama.

which is… weird and confusing to me, because like. cishet relationships are NOT free from drama at all?? obviously?? how many cishet men do we all know that treat their girlfriends/wives terribly? diane specifically has had a lot of horrible ex boyfriends! (as an aside she has like. THEE worst taste in men tbh. like they suck AND they're ugly. i can only hope the women she will someday maybe date are nicer.)

i think all types of people make messy choices in their quests for sex and romance..... no group's immune! or better at it than another group! idk. it feels (unintentionally) homophobic, but i also feel like… there’s an underlying assumption that dating/marrying a terrible manchild is just par for the course for straight cis women. and that’s depressing. (i also think stacy has a bit of a blind spot, because her longtime boyfriend is nice and thoughtful and not terrible).

literally later in the same conversation, stacy was talking about allison, who had rushed into marriage last year with a dude she had already been having relationship troubles with. obviously marriage did not solve this. but somehow she has wayyyyy more empathy for allison because well you don’t understand, allison has been dreaming of getting married her whole life 🥺 okay! that doesn't change the fact that her husband sucks to the point that she randomly started crying at a party he wasn't even at! and rushing into marriage with shitty dudes has happened to more than one of our mutual straight friends btw. she has all the tea on all their relationships and yet she has consistently shown more sympathy for the straight ones than the gay ones, and has consistently been like "ugh gay drama is just so crazy!" (i know the specific details of the gay drama too and i don't think they're really any worse in comparison lol. just run of the mill messy cheating and getting back with exes etc).

idk man. i probably should've said something earlier because it obviously ended up bothering me so much, but this last conversation was like 3 months ago and i feel weird bringing it up now out of the blue. maybe if it comes up again.

anyway The End. lmao @ this livejournal-esque post!!!

#river talks #this is long. but i don't want to talk about it with irl friends since my circle is small and they all know each other lol #and thankfully none of you know who these people are lol

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featherdusterbelphie · 4 months ago

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Masterpost for the forgetful

(it's me, I'm the forgetful)

Hello! You can call me Aegis (my OC/persona), my user or 56. I am nineteen and my pronouns are she/him, dealer's choice. Welcome to my blog~!

Minors, please do not interact with me, and I will also not interact with you. I WILL post NSFW stuff and other things that might trigger someone (like gore, dark fics, yandere, etc.). So you can block me.

I post my own stuff here and there, but mostly just reblog.

Fandoms I am in/reblog/post the most:

Obey me (OG: Lesson 48, NB: Lesson 24. I'm not against spoilers tho!)

JJK (have only watched SS1 and read up to Ch65)

HSR (I just started the Penacony arc but I only reblog stuff from this fandom)

Twst ( don't ask me about lore stuff here. I have not played the game ever so :)

ENSTARS (I completely ignored the storyline. Honestly I'm just here for the music and the pretty men)

WHB (I have mixed feelings w this. Have only played until Ch3)

I also like HNK, Kuroshitsuji, SVSSS/TGCF and Genshin but those I rarely ever make original stuff/consistently post about them.

Things I've written on Tumblr:

Ngl, tempted to not write these down to keep them hidden in the void so they can pick their darling reader.

Obey Me

Stay With Me - angst & fluff, Diavolo, Lucifer x/& gn!reader

Clingy Boy Sticking for 15 Centuries (not really but he's a demon so) - angst, Satan x gn!reader

And I Bewitch You - light smut, Solomon x gn!reader

obey me superhero au - SoloLuci AU drabble

Like Real People Do - obey me Morning Glory AU, Lucifer

Picnics and barb wires - angst, obey me The Sorrow Within AU, Mammon x gn!mc

my three cents use for making sense of Dia, Moni and Barb's relation to each other (only 2/3 since im cooking the 3rd one still)

What in "HELL" is Bad?

Pre-debut Belphie rants/theories part one, part two, part three and part four

Cuddling w Belphie is fun and all until... - fluff, Belphie x gn!reader

*Tags for my things:

#my stuff is a gen tag for all the things I create. Includes both art and writing. #my screenies for my screenshots

#fanart is a gen art tag for fandoms

#rambles tag for the things I want to talk about. Feel free to block this because I just use this for ranting/discussion. Will probably spam this too

#moniii <33 is a personal tag for my fav magical malewife (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Tags for my AUs I may or may not have abandoned:

#obey me morning glory au - a fantasy Dialuci AU inspired by a Uquiz result and a BL manhwa I adore

#the sorrow within au (one brain to rule them all! au) - an Obey Me x The Evil Within crossover AU

*General tags found in my blog:

Fandom tags include lowercase name of the fandom (i.e. #obey me, #whb, #svsss, #twst). Specific char tags are either their full name or the fandom tag followed by their first name (i.e. #obey me solomon).

Twst chars will always be tagged with both (i.e. in a post about malleus would have #twst, #twst malleus, #malleus draconia). Don't ask me why, idk why

#aesthetic is very self-explanatory. Whatever I think is pretty enough for me to wanna come back to/take inspo from

#save for later use, #reference, and #to come back to are tags for things I want to make art/writings inspired by the post. Or I just wanna see them again

#to read, #to watch, and #to play are also self-explanatory.

On the other hand, #important are for the (sometimes vaguely) useful posts. There's a sub-tag for this called #important to me where it's more personalized for me

#smut, #nsft, and #suggestive for the posts that have smut or suggestive content. Includes both art and writing. #nsft is more gen though

#yamdere and #dddne for the dark/yandere content stuff

#monster fucker is for my monster-loving needs. Posts will include specific monster tags for easier searching (i.e. #hybrid cat, #naga, etc)

*I do also post w/out tags, but most of em are generally safe/just plain memes

*other tags are for organization purposes, but too specific for me to write down

*Feel free to block/filter any of these tags btw.

P.S. the theme is inspired by King's Maker!

#rambles #about me #masterlist #masterpost #important to me

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theothersarshi · 1 year ago

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Hi, i saw in a reblog that you're a translator, i would like to work in this field

Do you have any tips on how to well.. get to it, find people, companies, groups who would seek translators

I have a bachelor's degree in english (im french) and i feel oh so lost, where do i start?! im moving to canada soonish and try my luck there idk

Hey!

I wish I had a great response to this. The truth, however, is that being a freelancer is a constant mystery: will I have clients? Won't I? Where will they come from? I know people who've been freelancing for decades and who are still confused about how, exactly, it's all working out for them.

So there's no clear answer. But there are a few things that make your chances better.

Have an online, professional profile stating what you can do (we're in the era of the internet, it counts!). Websites and ProZ used to be it, nowadays LinkedIn is where many people will look you up. It can't hurt to show up in multiple places, either.

Keep an eye out for ads that might interest you. It's rare that you'll find them, but I know a couple of people who ended up as gaming translators because they saw the ad on the game's forums (this was years ago, though).

if you want to join professional groups, I've seen a few international ones on Facebook. Some are just ad spam, others are great groups, but you won't find work there (Things Translators Never Say is a place where translators gather to rant and joke around), and some might be more about the business in itself. I suppose some must find work like that, but I myself never did. (I did meet a few people, though, and I learned more about how things work in the industry.)

tell people (people in general) that you are/want to be a translator. Your friends, family and acquaintances might remember you when someone needs a translator (I got a surprising number of people contacting me like that).

Basically, advertise yourself. Where it's best to advertise, I don't know. I don't often go out looking for new work because I tend to have a few steady clients, and that's that.

I mostly got those clients through word of mouth, having "translator" written next to my name online, and sometimes translating things for fun or talking about translations.

You'll eventually find someone, or someone will find you. When that happens:

do your best on translation tests. Remember that you can use allll the dictionaries, Google, and anything else you deem necessary. (It can be hard, coming out of school, to shake off the habits you learned when you were tested on your knowledge of English)

soft skills and a benevolent attitude towards coworkers are your friends. Keep in mind that colleagues (whether project managers, reviewers or fellow translators) are more likely to recommend you (or not) for other jobs than random acquaintances.*

read the paperwork you sign. Usually it will be ok, if the company is sane. Sometimes, though, they'll have the most batshit clauses. For example, one of my clients wanted an exclusivity clause that hadn't been discussed previously. "But we wouldn't enforce it!" Well, then, please remove it.

Note *: Obviously, stick up for yourself. But be a diplomat when you want to say things like "This is shit", "You fucked up my payment, assholes", "What the fuck are you even". Yes, even when you would be absolutely justified and well within your rights to have those reactions. Give people a chance to fix mistakes or explain what it was they were trying to do - if you need to, you can always escalate later.

#translation #translations #freelancing

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funnywormz · 2 years ago

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Alright so I’m curious what is red dwarf? All the stuff your reblogging seems interesting

it's a british tv show that started in the late 80s but the latest season came out in 2020! it's set in space and is generally just silly and fun but with more than a hint of melancholy to it...

it might be easiest if i just explain the series in my own words below the cut!

the series begins in the 23rd century, with dave lister and arnold rimmer as the main characters. lister is the lowest ranking member of the crew on the spaceship "red dwarf", and rimmer is his bunkmate and immediate superior (so the second lowest ranking lmao). they spend most of their time doing menial tasks on the ship and pissing each other off while still being buddies lol. rimmer has aspirations of being an officer one day and is pretty pedantic and obnoxious without any skills whatsoever to back it up. lister has no aspirations at all and just wants to bum around and have fun, although he does dream of living in fiji with his crush kochanski and starting a farm there.

after some time on planet leave, lister smuggles a pregnant cat he calls "frankenstein" back onto the ship with him (this is against regulation bc any animals are required to go into quarantine before being allowed on board). he gets found out pretty much straight away and put in stasis as punishment, with frankenstein being sealed in the ship's hold.

however, while lister is in stasis, rimmer fucks up a repair job on a drive plate in the ship and unintentionally releases a blast of deadly radiation, killing the crew and himself, except for lister bc he's in stasis, and frankenstein who is still in the hold.

the ship's computer holly keeps lister in stasis for 3 million years until the radiation on the red dwarf reaches safe levels, and then wakes him up. the red dwarf has strayed into the middle of nowhere and holly has gone Mildly Nuts which doesn't help with their new mission of getting back to earth.

holly also creates a hologrammatic version of lister's bunkmate rimmer to keep lister company and prevent him from going insane.

during the 3 million years lister was in stasis, the ancestors of his pet cat have been evolving in the hold and this evolution has culminated in a being simply referred to as "cat", who's basically just a human being with sharp teeth and cat-like tendencies lol.

lister, rimmer, holly and the cat are the original crew, but they also pick up a mechanoid named kryten who becomes part of the gang as well, and meet other characters along the way in later seasons. they also meet plenty of au versions of themselves and get into loads of Shenanigans lol

it's a very very fun series, some of the jokes have aged somewhat poorly but it holds up overall imo. it's also kinda sad and isolated at some points, bc during the 3 million years lister was gone then the human race has died out and it's basically just the small group of them alone out in space now. idk i just enjoy it a lot and ive become very attached to it very quickly.

it's also gay as hell unintentionally, and although nothing official ever comes of it there's definitely gay tension going on with lister and rimmer lol. also holly is canonically nonbinary/genderfluid, although it isn't put in those terms specifically, but they change between masculine and feminine appearances throughout the seasons. if canon lgbt rep is something you're looking for the series is kinda limited on that front, but if you're ok with stuff being more implied then it's a lot of fun imo

i would definitely recommend the series! like i said, some jokes have aged poorly and i would recommend being aware of that, but it's not much of a big deal. im a big fan of it and i would be so happy for more of my mutuals to get into it

^ this is the main gang btw! that's the cat in the pink suit, holly on the computer screen, lister in the leather jacket and the hat, kryten is the guy with the funny head standing behind him, and rimmer is the guy with the h on his head (h stands for hologram!)

^ ive already posted it here but here's one of my doodles of them <3

#red dwarf #ask #ty so much for the ask it makes me rlly happy that my reblogs made u curious abt it!!!!

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feeshies · 2 years ago

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Sorry if this is a weird question, but do you have any law school advice? i don't know anyone else that did it

pls forgive me anon bc i am not sober enough to answer this adequately. i'll reblog with additions later if i can

i'm gonna try to keep my advice as universal as possible. bc i worked in law firms for around 4 years so i've been able to grow (relatively) familiar with the field, but i know that isn't everyone experiences. for reference, my lsat score was 162 and my gpa was 3.6. which might sound good, but some references will tell you that these scores won't get you into a good (or any) school. i'm here to tell you that this is not true.

also i'm not in law school yet, but i have taken the lsat twice and i'm on track to go to a school i'm excited for, so i'm going to limit my answer to that scope.

you need to study for the lsat. don't let the multiple choice fool you. however, you don't need the most expensive courses. there are tests you can take instead of the lsat, but i only learned that when filling out applications so idk anything about this.

when i took the lsat the first time, i paid for one of the more pricey courses bc i thought that would give me the best chance. turns out, i didn't need to do that at all. and to prove that, let me explain something i went through during my time with that course

i was eligible to get disability accommodations for my official lsat (that's my first piece of advice: get accommodations if you're able to. it saved my life), but the course i was paying a paycheck's worth of money for didn't factor in accommodations for their practice tests. it got to the point when one of my tutors said "i should rethink my path" when i told her my goal. i ended up getting 10 points higher than my average practice test score on my actual lsat because i had accommodations. i used to feel ashamed for needing accommodations, but now i can't stress their importance enough. no one is going to think lesser of having a nd lawyer. and if they do, you don't want them as a client.

as far as actual programs go, i can't recommend lsat demon enough. not only are they so much cheaper than the competition, but the hosts are down to earth and provide a really comforting and relatable environment (they say fuck!). their practice tests also factor in accommodations!!! and if you don't want to pay for a course, they do have a podcast that's free, but i wouldn't consider it a substitute for the course. but their course (even the free version) is incredible considering the stuff that comes with it. also one of the hosts wears a mass effect hoodie, if that's important to you. i was able to raise my lsat score by switching to them for my second attempt. i can't emphasize this enough: no one cares about your lsat score. all you have to do is get into law school. no attorneys advertise their lsat score. and you can discount the ones who do, bc they probably peaked in undergrad. most lawyers i know don't even remember their scores. some didn't even remember the name "lsat"

my next piece of advice is for the personal statement. it doesn't have to be about law. if i made mine about law, my personal statement would be about how i worked in a lawfirm from 9-5:30, created legal drafts, and helped out with receptionist stuff. that says nothing. my actual personal statement was about my webcomic. it went into how my comic forced me to develop a strict schedule with my art (showing that i can work on a self imposed schedule) and it led to me growing more curious about intellectual property, because the question "who really owns my comic if i post it online" became really significant the longer the project went on. i also went into how i had to develop a contract when doing commissions. this is more interesting to schools than "i put on a tie and sat through a cle". make your passions relevant. also avoid childhood stories. try to keep your personal statement relevant to who you are now. law schools don't want to hear about how "i was bullied in middle school, but i'm actually really smart!"

also use that diversity statement, but use it wisely. my diversity statement was about me being transgender, but it wasn't "woe is me it's hard being trans". i went into the difficulties i had to overcome being trans and working in a law firm, but also my time volunteering with lgbt law organizations. these schools don't want a sob story. when you're writing your statements, you should be asking yourself "why would this convince a school to grant me admission?" because " they'd feel bad for me" is not the answer. you have a better answer and you deserve better than pity.

anyway, that's the most i feel comfortable speaking to with my experience. lmk if i can provide any more guidance and good luck!!!!!

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zeawesomebirdie · 2 years ago

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I hope I can still send you asks and you can answer them? Just to say that I'm trying to do the Snarry rec list but my memory is SO BAD lol there are a few I know have to go on there but otherwise? I'm going to have to reread so much fic..... Not that it's an imposition of course, but it does feel weird taking a look through my collection and realising 1) there are less fics than I thought and 2) I can't associate any summary to so many of the titles! Where has my Snarry knowledge gone!! Anyway I realise I forgot to rec you Diagnosis by MaidenMotherCrone for Tomarry fics, which is an error because I'm not sure I'd want to reread it but it's really a Whole Thing in an overall positive way. Also I never gave you the name of the absolute epic I felt weird reccing on main because there's some niche kinks in it? Obviously you don't seem like you open a 500k fic and come out of it a week later without having done anything else but read it, given what you've said about taking breaks in Pacify (which tbh fair. A lot of stuff happens there) so giving you a 800k fic series on top of all the rest seemed a lot you know :') but whenever you want, you know where to find me hehe. Anyway I'll go like brush my teeth and all, hope this sends, bye bye!!

Looks like I can still receive asks! Whether or not you’ll be notified when I answer this (and I guess, also whether or not tumblr will even allow me to post it,,,) still remains to be seen, but based on last night’s experiment with @’ing you, you won’t be notified. I’ll try to keep my reblogging to a minimum until you’ve seen this!!

For what it’s worth, I did send in another support ticket this morning, but I’ll update my pinned post with that info after I’ve answered this

There is no rush at all for the snarry rec list!! Take your time beloved!! I agree that rereading all that fic isn’t all that bad of a thing, but omg, it must be so daunting to have that list to go through, even if it’s shorter than you thought it was! I mean, I’m sitting here with 12 pages in my marked for later tab on Ao3, while entirely forgetting to read both the fic I currently have open and the books I have from the library lol, so I can def relate to having a list to read through. Just please don’t feel rushed or even obligated, you have the best recs but really it’s okay if I wait for it!

(but tbh, at this point I’ve read enough snarry that I feel like I could make an actual rec list myself, even if like 90% of my bookmarks have come from the @houseofsnarry discord. I might have to do that. No one has asked for my recs since I totally flubbed that one ask requesting my quiobi recs and I revealed that at the time I wasn’t really reading, but now I read so much more, even if it’s primarily snarry and irl books. Idk. I’ll have to think about it and also wait until I get un-shadowbanned, and also also I’ll have to read a little bit more so I can round out any list like that,,,)

Omg so Diagnosis looks like an absolutely incredible fic 👀 that summary, those tags!! No worries about not remembering anything other than the positive vibes, I’ve loved literally everything you’ve rec’d thus far and I’m sure I’ll love this too!

Feel free to drop the name of that longfic btw 👀👀👀👀 I don’t often go for fics over 150k unless they come highly recommended, but most of the time I do finish them really quickly. I got through Unrestrained by Lizzy00305 in three days, All the Young Dudes by MsKingBean89 in about a week and a half, and, while they’re obv not fic, I did read the first five HP books in 8 days, and then HBP and DH in about a week and a half. It depends on what’s going on irl and how into the fic I am tbch.

Rn it’s taking me forever to get through Transparency by oldesthuntress even though it’s literally my favourite fic of all time only because I have so much going on irl. My fatigue will catch up to me soon enough, and all I’ll be capable of doing (affectionate) soon will be reading and animal crossing, and even if I can’t read it for a little bit, I do have surgery right before Christmas which will mean only reading for a few weeks!

(for what it’s worth, I’m currently planning to save Pacify for after surgery, because tbch I think that’s the perfect read for when I’ll be stuck in bed for two weeks!)

But anyway! Yes please drop that link! No fic is too long if it comes highly recommended!!

All my love to you beloved, I hope the rest of your day goes well!! Thanks for stopping in!!

#anon ☂️#beloved #love you Ram!!#always great to hear from you <3 #and I genuinely love so much when an ask takes me 30+ minutes to answer <333 #one of the best parts of tumblr ngl!#have a good day!!

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sztefa001 · 2 years ago

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I posted 41,917 times in 2022

That's 20,616 more posts than 2021!

57 posts created (0%)

41,860 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@perytonpred

@gregurrito

@loki-n-thedoctor

@cicadas-epiphany

@cirilee

I tagged 8,103 of my posts in 2022

#important - 539 posts

#yes - 500 posts

#:0!! - 192 posts

#xd - 189 posts

#amazing - 122 posts

#sztefu talks - 106 posts

#cool - 90 posts

#for later - 86 posts

#aww! - 74 posts

#!!! - 73 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#for context: my parents were working their asses off all the time and didn't have time or strength to whip out a fancy dinner for 10 people

My Top Posts in 2022:

My boi StarShade, star seeker frametype by @dimorphodon-x. He's the smaller assassin type.

Gave up on trying to draw him properly so just went straight for the colors. Had no idea how to choose them so just used this palette generator. Might dull/darken the blue later but for now that's it.

More info below (not all that much, it's the first time I have name+design before story and background), cursed meme for those who manage to get till the end:

For now his story is kinda backwards - I know that eventually he ends up in a dance group Neon Shadows (based on groups like MPLUSPLUS or Light Balance, more on NS hopefully later) but before that happens I need to marinate him in some good 'ol character developing angst.

Ghost, shadow, phantom, cryptid, camo... many terms for just one guy with one neat outlier ability - super stealth. Combine it with being a massive fraggin liar and you get Starshade.

Idk yet who found and onlined him, what they needed him for and how he was trained. But I do know he lies amazingly and casually so much that not even a lie detector can get him. Because of that he gets tied up in the war as a spy. Doesn't matter for which side 'cuz then he becomes a double spy. Then triple and quadruple and and and in the end you don't know who's side he's really on.

He doesn't know either, nor does he care. All he cares about is himself and to steer all trouble away, to confuse others and manipulate the situation in such way that he's never the suspect.

At first he doesn't care how much chaos he causes as long as the consequences don't reach him. But after some decisions that fucked over some peeps he didn't want to get fucked over he does some thinking and decides to de-escalate conflicts instead of escalating them. Basically he figures he just wants the war to end now more than ever.

Because of his job he's a loner, which is a shame 'cuz he's very sociable and loves hanging out with others. And dancing. He loves music and dance. Sadly he can never be completely honest with others and never feels like he truly belongs to any group.

Eventually I want him to have a stealth car bf and also get him adopted by a flock of stealth seekers. And then join the Neon Shadows. Surely they won't regret taking in an ex-spy-but-acc-just-a-liar-coward-traitor. What can possibly go wrong? You can't tell me those golden eyes can lie. Surely his past won't come to bite him in the aft.

Ahem anyway...

His super stealth includes:

engine and ventilation are very quiet

colors can go from mostly gold/magenta to dark mode (pic above) and he prefers it that way

hard to detect by both cameras and radars

can be taken for freshly deceased even by a medic as his spark is harder to detect as well

naturally moves very quietly without even trying, may spook others by accident by just walking into a room without announcement

For now that's all, have a meme now:

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Abyss barely had his first flight lesson when his family had to run away and he got separated from them in the process. Luckilly Knight Strike found him and immediately adopted him.

Abby so tiny he still has some baby fuzz 🥺 Striker will protecc.

Ocs belong to @president-alpine, au idea to @dimorphodon-x (thank you!!). Progress pics and more info under the cut <3

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Giving this guy his own post because drawing him was the most yolo decision and it even turned out quite decent despite me not even trying much lol

The brush pens were super cheap and the blue one was dying from the start so yeah, idk why I decided to draw him xD First thought was to draw him in his alt, just a flat triangle with some extras. And before I knew it I was drawing this instead.

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Ok so regarding this post:

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(tagging @cirilee @im-a-mint and @curious-sootball, thank for insppiration <3)

I didn't draw people interrupting him 'cuz the doorframe was already too small and doing everything anew would be too much effort so yeah. But anyway:

This is the best pic tbh, the further we go the less effort I put askdjfh

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My #1 post of 2022

@cirilee

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

Whoa, what a ride xD

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #oof that tag #yea apparently my grandma was once disappointed my mom ''failed to make a proper xmas eve dinner''#aka one with whole 12 dishes for the whole family #ugh #anyway #such a fun year!#mostly tf and tf-oc themed I see xD

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notafunkiller · 2 months ago

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https://x.com/not_a_funkiller/status/1837065105869079040?t=TR5Bdpg6sOpDOR3NkbmjlQ&s=19

if u saw someone reblog twice but not there in twitter its me (IM SO SORRY) bcs i planned on quoting serious number of paragraphs but then thought abt how its a waste of time to actually explain because they wouldn’t read it anyways and im not active in twitter and not planning to bcs twitter is a corrupted media.

first of all what hate? in definition hate would be an extreme feeling of dislike (highlight extreme) where one would be very emotional (anger/fear/shame) of the issue. is that what this page is? a hate page? nope, we are sharing opinions (which where opinions meant view or judgement regarding of something that is not necessarily based on fact or knowledge — in another word what u belief in). when you said ‘post hate’ in my mind comes disgustingly hatred comment/ edits of that person but did she do any of it? no, she simply share how she thinks. for example, their relay is pr, sebastian weirdly hypocritical behaviour, her acting performances are not that good, her ‘questionable’ behaviour such as baiting fans and stalking. theres more but these are the examples and some may agree some may not or some maybe neutral but in the end the opinions are just assumptions. gossips. where is the hate in that? i dont get it. again as i said before u lot r pussies for opinion.

besides if one did ask with questionable names, she would say to mind their language or not to call her that (b4 people come after me saying then why would she post it if the asks use bad names, its because the ask contain an info that she agrees on for example, shes baiting again but replace she with a bad name) also i think she doesn’t post asks with serious curse/extreme names because never once have i read it. (and puhleas, i spend my free time here scrolling to THOUSANDS of asks repeatedly that i think i might remember some already)

(crying bcs i can’t do it — reading asks— when im in uni later)

next exaggerating his old rs, i don’t think she is ‘exaggerating’. If she is ‘exaggerating’ she would be posting abt his old relay 24/7 (highlight 24/7) and besides, how could you expect people not to when there are difference?? (also if u wanna blame her, then blame sebastian too for mentioning it😂) people will always keep comparing because mind you the time of his old rs are different than his current ones (ex: him being inactive in sm now). ps, if there is something shocking/fucking sweet abt him with aw now, people would start comparing to how he/she is so happy vs to their time w their exes. ofc it cant be denied that he matures and might have different opinions in life (such as wanting it to be private) it could be the reasons to it but you cannot stop people from thinking abt other factors and starts to compare. also, she is not ‘obsessed’ she is questioning as to why isn’t he as affectionate as before. what changes? thats why she keeps on bringing up the past bcs what the hell… ITS CUTE, its in the past but ITS CUTE (also i have a feeling she did this on purpose bcs a lot will end her for smacking the sweet pics of his old rs😂 — i mean look! you’re the one who’s hating it rn) but one thing for sure, if you don’t like people to ‘exaggerate’, then block, but oh well, you keep on stalking bcs u cant handle the curiosity dont you? you just have to make it as if she’s the one who is problematic 👀👀 but you are the so-called-hero for calling out the ‘hate’

conclusion when does this becomes an issue? this as in having different opinions? me and notafunkiller have different opinions, for example, i like aw acting esp in malignant, i’ve seen the mummy one too (w tom cruise) and i love it (idk the girl was aw at the time), also i said this b4 abt my stand regarding on the relay are unknown bcs i feel like both of them are playing with my feelings (both = sebastian and aw) one day i feel like its pr and another i feel like its not but in the end idc anymore as long as i have sebastian content bcs its why im here, for sebastian. thinking too much abt it is, well, too much for my brain and i have no time for it except for gossips. and look! i have no problem with notafunkiller and she too doesn’t have problem with me.

so please BACK OFF FROM HER I SWEAR TO GOD bcs no matter what u say and how much u make as if she is the ‘bad’ one in this fandom, i will defend her just as how i will defend sebastian.

do not let their words get to u. take care of yourself

te iubesc, noapte bună (its the easiest word that i learned and confident in😭😂 i wanna try others but im scared of the gramma/pronouns bcs WHAT AM I STUDYING BRO)

anyways here is dancing pisică

First of all, you are so sweet for this message and fir defending me. I also want to say that I am gonna miss you while you are gone, but I hope studying will go great amd I can't wait for your updates.

Second of all, you are doing great with your Romanian lessons.

Thrid of all, that's the thing... we do not have to agree with everything to be able to have conversations and be decent and respectful. I love to have chats with people with different opinions. You never know where and when you can learn more about different topics.

Hugs to you and congrats for your maturity.

#asked #my opinions

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iceunhie · 7 months ago

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— “and i can go anywhere i want just not home” : genshin men

premise. home is where the heart is—perhaps it's why they feel so empty whenever they're away from you. or, what it's like when they miss you while they're/you're away.

≈ featuring: kazuha, lyney, wanderer, neuvillette.

notes: gn!reader (you/your pronouns), welcome to the depths of my drafts, you can tell where i got lazy and when i got motivated tbh 💀 an attempt at humor (i am unfunny) reblogs are appreciated! like usual, might make a part 2 idk

...alternative title: 3 twinks and a dragon

NEUVILETTE: wait, why's it raining so hard?! 😱 “oh, it's just the monsieur sulking ^^”

neuvilette finds that one of the most inconvenient things granted in his power is the fact that his emotions can be broadcasted live over fontaine at any given moment.

subsequently, it's pouring; buckets of rain that clearly weren't on the daily weather report yesterday. he can see parents ushering children into their homes, the melusines providing umbrellas to those who had the unfortunate problem of not bringing one at the side.

all in all, fontaine is as is, but neuvilette feels even emptier than before.

it's probably because of you. it's definitely because of you. as fleeting as the rain on a summer day, you'd come and went, wishing him well before you'd leave for liyue for a short vacation.

2 weeks....

(the rain showers even more, heavily pouring over the nation.)

his shoulders tighten uncharacteristically, and if you were to see him, you'd tell him he'd resemble a sad fontainian otter with its seashell taken away.

. . . .

BONUS:

"i'm back- GAH! why are the streets flooded?!"

"oh, mx. [name]! welcome back! i'll tell monsieur neuvillette that you're back now!"

two hours later, the sun shines back again as if it hadn't poured consistently during the entire duration of 2 weeks. the people of fontaine rejoice.

KAZUHA: like a bird longing for the sun to shine again (the most normal) 😭

kazuha isn't the type to brood. he isn't, because he knows he has nothing to brood about. well, most of the time, anyway.

this, however, is partly because you're usually with him, you in all your glory, nourishing him with affectionate kisses and letting him feel the breath of fresh air he desperately needs after a long, enduring trip on the crux.

the days you aren't there however are the days he finds himself most appreciative of his reclusive nature. as the rock of the ship against gentle waters make it sway, kazuha thinks of you.

you, you. were you at liyue, doing well as he hopes you always are, trudging away as you work wonders in the kitchen, preparing meals and watching day turn to night, waiting for time to pass, missing him too?

he hopes you are. (he feels like every time you're gone, a part of him can't erase the sense of homesickness. even if liyue wasn't his home, you are the closest to it.)

"you look a bit blue these days, kazuha. missing a certain someone?" a certain captain guffaws, to which the white haired vagrant can only smile to, though the smile betrays his rather dour mood. beidou's tease is only indicative of his longing.

he does miss you. a whole lot. he misses the way you run up to him as he finally steps off the crux's arms, embracing you with fervor and inhaling the cool scent of your hair. only then, kazuha thinks, he could really feel at home. "only a fool wouldn't miss the one they hold most dear to them."

beidou pats him on the back, sympathetic of his plight. he feels a bit embarrassed. beidou always saw through him. "gotta tough it out, kid. just a few more days and we'll be back to liyue in no time."

he wasn't a kid—beidou knows this, but she felt the need to emphasize so, what when kazuha looked akin to a kicked puppy waiting for its owner in the rain. "I'm well aware."

and so she's gone, warbling an old sailor's tune, leaving kazuha to deal with the ache of you behind.

he also misses a lot of things about you whenever you're gone. though temporary as his wanderlust may be, because he promised you—"i will always return to you"—this has brought him to associate everything he sees in your likeness.

is it the poet in him? perhaps. but loving you is as natural as him taking in the sights of nature, as lovely as the moonlit nights he spends, alone, and without you.

tough it out, as beidou says. that's difficult.

watching as the moon seems ever perpetual in the sky, kazuha only hopes he can tough it out well.

(when he comes back, he's thinking of running towards you this time.)

. . . .

"welcome back, kazu-" you don't even make it to the harbor's docks before you're being tackled and literally thrown off your feet. "what the fuck are you doing?!"

or should you say, swept off your feet? you feel every ounce of shame right now, and burying your head in the crook of kazuha's neck. profanity aside, it's hard not to be ashamed when almost every person with a pair of working eyes can see you being carried by your lover.

you can hear the playful whistles and cheers of the crux crew from behind, and beidou's knowing, knowing smile.

"i'm home." kazuha's breath is close to your nape, and you feel the soft press of his lips to your neck. you flush. face him, and you see his dreamy, lovesick eyes.

if he was looking like that, how could you be ashamed? you laugh, even if you see people side eye you into oblivion. brush your noses together, and close your eyes.

"welcome home, kazuha."

he smiles. the day is bright today.

BONUS:

"kazuha?"

"mm, what is it, love?"

"if you do that ever again i will literally drop dead on the floor from the shame, so don't make it a habit."

"haha, i wouldn't dream of it."

(one voyage later, you find out kazuha is a liar.)

LYNEY: 😐 'insufferably insufferable,' given by lynette

if lynette could choose between smelling every perfume in emilie's shop (and put herself through an attack to her very delicate senses) and seeing her brother mope like a deflated balloon over his absence in fontaine, she'd pick the first option.

you are to blame. rather, maybe it's her brother's utter lack of propriety, proclaiming just how much he misses you with almost enough talk to make her want to rip her cat ears out.

or maybe she'd actually claw at him. lyney was just that infuriating. is this what they mean by love changes a person?

(if so, then lynette reckons her twin has changed for the worse.)

okay, she was exaggerating a bit, because she loved you very much and considered you family as well—but she would gladly dropkick lyney any time. they'd been stationed at poisson for a while, set by father. it was cleanup for the remnants of the prophecy, but it provided them sufficient time away from the court of fontaine, away from distractions.

and, in lyney's mind, it also means he's away from you. in lynette's opinion, he should've stayed. that way, she won't get to listen to him prattle on and on about—

"do you think [name] will still love me even if i've been away from them for far too long? ahh, and lynette, these rainbow flowers, do they need a bouquet matching their eyes instead?"

and of course, her brother being the drop-dead love-drunk fool he is (bless your heart for being able to tolerate her sappy and corny brother) has not. stopped. talking. about. you.

you'd probably accept a bouquet with a dead fish in it if it meant lyney gave it to you, but lynette doesn't voice it out. in a corner of her mind, she wonders if she should just actually become a clockwork meka so she could voluntarily tune herself to tune out lyney's voice.

she crosses her arms, putting her (4th) dessert aside. "they'll like anything you give them. and there's no way they'd get sick of you just because we're away for a week, lyney."

her brother sighs, dreamily looking away at the sky. probably thinking about the flutter of your eyelashes and your smile that makes a magician want to bottle it up and never let it show to anyone else—

blergh, she was beginning to let lyney get to her.

"a week is far too long for me." lyney sulks. lynette resists the urge to roll her eyes. you and me both, brother.

"what if they might be in danger somewhere I can't reach?"

but because she's such an amazing sister (factual), she lets go of her temporary reprieve and comforts her utterly hopeless (factual?) brother.

(for your sake too. because lyney has changed. though she may say it's for the worse, that's not true at all. in fact, it's the opposite.)

"relax, lyney." her tone is sincere this time, that in which always gets lyney to look up to her. they're children again, and lynette is facing her older brother, and they're hand in hand together. "[name] will be fine. as long as it's from the heart, you know that they will cherish anything you give them."

because it's you, someone that accepted them, every part of them. lynette doesnt show it much, but it's one of the reasons why she's so fond of you. she grateful, really, that you love her brother.

thankfully, (to her great relief) it seems the hint that you'd rather have him home without anything than not be home at all, has gotten through lyney's mind. he goes silent, and lynette takes it as a successful mission success. another lovesick crisis averted, her brother's relationship with you stabilized.

at last, peace.....

. . . .

"alright then!" lyney says enthusiastically, with an unhappy lynette and a sheepish freminet in tow.

"let's commence operation steal their heart the moment we finish this mission!"

"the what now?"

lynette facepalms. she shouldn't have said anything....

BONUS:

"uh, lynette, what's that?"

"headphones."

"why?"

"....noise cancellation."

freminet looks at lyney, who's pacing around the room, muttering to himself as his grip on the rainbow flower-marcotte bouquet tightens.

"oh." lynette nods at him wearily.

WANDERER: warning! ⚠️do not approach, he bites (scowls) 😨

there are many times when wanderer wants to bash his hat and let it squash the traveller's flying companion, and today was one of those times.

"hey, hat guy! why are you looking even more scary than usual? your scowl can be seen from miles away!"

he can hear her irritatingly cheery voice in the distance, undoubtly exposing him to the eyes of others. damn it.

"paimon, shh...!" aether silently prays to whichever god may hear (hopefully nahida), because for someone so small, wanderer was emitting a very ominous aura not akin to an aura of death.

"quit your nonsense, you-" wanderer barks back, insult at the tip of his tongue, but he tempers his temper (heh), going quiet instead. "forget it. i don't want be pissed off even more from that disgustingly chatty pet of yours."

"what did you just say to me?! urgh, you, you- ugh, paimon can't think of an ugly nickname! help out here, traveller...!"

"i think you should just let it be this time, paimon..."

he ignores the chatter of the two—mortals—thumbing at his vision, and then tenderly at the little doll he's sewed in his likeness, as well as.... your doll.

(you gave it to him once as a keepsake, in exchange for him sewing you the mini him he painstakingly made. when you got your wish, you made the two dolls kiss, saying something so ridiculous as, "that's us now!" his face burned the entire way back home.)

instead, he finds his thoughts lingering to you. you'd seen him off, staying back at sumeru city with nahida as company, leaving him to escort the traveller and paimon to the desert to clear out some ancient ruins. how boring.

you kissed him breathless back there— much to his chagrin at seeing nahida's knowing smile; but he finds himself longing for your voice and your hands in his hair more than ever. at least then he'd be able to solve the ringing in his ears from paimon's voice.

he's long stopped denying his erratic, tumultuous feelings, but he misses you. unbearably, because at least you were better than the two he's forced to babysit accompany.

and he also misses how you would take shelter in his hat in the sweltering desert heat, kissing his cheek when he flew you around to explore the pyramids, and when you would hold his hand as you complained about how long you two would be walking up, all sand and sweaty.

(he'd tease you about leaving you for dead, but was always the first to worry whenever you get dizzy from heat. a walking contradiction, this one.)

"hey, wanderer, you there?"

"you're a little red. are you overheating?woah, so puppets really can do that.... ah, you're spacing out, too!"

ugh. "what am i, a tea kettle?" he scowls, crossing his arms.

he's already counting the days he can finally return to your arms.

paimon stomps her feet at the nonexistent ground, "we're just a tiny bit worried, you know!"

"yeah? well you should do me a favor and shut your mouth a little. otherwise you'll end up overheating from the amount of nonsensical words you spit out."

"this guy's a real piece of work, only being kind to [name], jeez..." to his glee, the pixie mutters angrily. something about being a meanie and insufferable. well deserved.

aether watches the exchange with the soul drained from his body. 800,000 mora, 800,000 mora.....

. . . .

"uh... wanderer?" you chuckle nervously, not knowing where to place your hands as he buries his face head-first into your chest the moment he's home, allowing you to gently caress the soft strands of his hair.

"..."

"so are you gonna talk about it, or?"

"just let me hold you, will you?" he bites, but there's no bite at all. you kiss the top of his head as his ginormous hat is taken off his head completely. he nuzzles deeper into you. "....i missed you."

that shut you up real quick. you try to hide the giddy smile you have, but he lifts his face up to see it anyway.

"i missed you too."

BONUS:

"[name], is that an insect bite on your neck?"

"huh?!"

aether squints at you, "what kind of insect leaves that big of a bite-" his eyes pop out. turns red. "oh."

you look away.

(in a corner of the house of daena, wanderer sneezes.)

more hsr content soon, also for very important reasons: do you think sunday would let you bite the wings by his ears yes or no

#mhie's spirals #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #wanderer x reader #kazuha x y/n #kazuha x reader #neuvillette x reader #neuvilette x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #scaramouche x reader #lyney x reader #genshin drabbles

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wint3r-h3art · 3 years ago

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💡 idk if I’m submitting this request right, but I’ve always wanted to know what happened after “don’t look at me like that” 🥺

Not Deserving of You | Shangqi x Reader

A/N: OOOOOF baby girl, I hope you're ready!! For those that don't know, this drabble will be the final conclusion to this fic here. I didn't intend to make an ending because I figure it's going to be sad, but fuck it, WE'RE DOING IT! Any comment and reblogs are highly encourage and appreciated! Please let me know how you feel!

Warning: Angst, self-loathing, cheating, just overall sad shits with a happy ending.

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It has been ten months since you last spoke to Shangqi. You know what you said to him that night was dumb, but your pride gets the best of you. Despite your words, he has been texting you non-stop, apologizing to you for what he said. After a couple of weeks, he took the hints, and the texting stop altogether. You’re still following each on social media of course. Some nights, you’ll scroll through his Instagram, looking at the little bits and pieces he posted about himself. Other than that, you’ve been like a ghost to him. It’s not something that you’re proud of, but God you really can’t face him anymore.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Miss?”

You look up from your hands to your lawyer. You fiddle at your now empty ring finger, your teeth digging into your bottom lips before you nod. Your lawyer nod and explains to you the next step on filing for divorce from your husband. You barely listen to him as scenes of your husband kissing another woman from the cafe replaying over and over again in your head. Weirdly enough, you weren’t hurt at the fact. It’s almost comical in a way that you seem to not care if he’s fucking another woman.

After all, you’re thinking of another man when he was fucking you.

In the back of your fucked up mind, you know that your husband knows it all along that you’ve never truly loved him. Perhaps it was the way your eyes seem to come alive whenever you speak of your Shangqi, or perhaps it was the way you couldn’t stop talking about him...

Your marriage was doomed from the beginning anyway, so what good did it do trying to hide the fact that you’re still in love with your best friend. Try as you might, you love Shangqi so deeply.

“I will fax this over to his lawyer later today…Are you sure you’ll be ok?”

You nod with a small smile. “I’ll be fine. It’s a long time coming to be honest, so this is a huge step for me.”

Your lawyer nod. “Of course. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to contact me.”

You nod before bidding the older man goodbye. A part of you feel relief, but at what cost if you have no one to celebrate it with. Katy is on a vacation in Macau right now...and Shangqi...well…

“Y/N?”

You suddenly forgot how to breathe momentarily when you hear that familiar voice calling out your name. A floodgate of memories from that night comes rushing into you, filling you with shame and regret as you turn to look at him for the first time in ten months. Your heart skips a beat the moment your gaze meets his. Has it been that long that you decided to cut him off ? You feel like you’re choking as he slowly approaches you. You want to run, perhaps just to hide that shame from him, you can’t seem to make your feet move. They seem to plant themself on the concrete sidewalk as he’s not a few feet away from you.

“It’s you isn’t it?”

“Hi,” is all you manage to say to him. Shangqi can feel the awkwardness between the two of you, but being who he is, Shangqi pretends as if nothing ever happened of course. He smiles at you just like the old-time, and that right there is where it makes you want to cry.

You really don’t deserve him.

“Hey, how have you been? It’s been like forever isn’t it?”

You take a deep breath and try to muster a smile despite the tears that threaten to fall as you gaze up at his handsome face.

“I’m alright,” you say weakly as you adjust the strap of your purse. Shangqi’s eyes quickly notice your empty ring finger.

“Do you want to grab a cup of coffee or something? At least to catch up….you can obviously say no of course. I know you--”

“I’d like that,” you cut him off. Your sad smile seems to confirm what he’s thinking already, but he knows not to pry. He’d rather let you tell him yourself.

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You and Shangqi sit quietly. It’s only been three minutes of silence, yet it feels longer. Your hand clutches onto the warm cup of latte as he just sits and stares at his black coffee. You know he notices the missing rings on your fingers. You wish that he’d bring it up to get it over with. Perhaps he’ll laugh in your face about it before saying ‘I told you so’. That would probably hurt less than this awkward silence.

“Are you been eating well?”

You look up from your cup and watch how uncomfortable he’s feeling just to ask you this simple question.

“Just ask me about it.” You watch his dark brows pull into a confused expression. You sigh and say it again. “Just ask me why I’m not wearing my wedding rings anymore. I know you’re wondering about it. So just ask me.”

“It’s not my business,” he says quietly. “I don’t have any right to ask you that anymore.”

You want to laugh then, but refrain from doing it. “Are you happy now that I’m divorcing my husband?”

You cannot hide the bitterness and the resentment in your voice. It sort of comes out without a warning. You know it’s not fair to take it out on him, but God you just want him to care. Even just a little bit and you’ll be ok.

“Why would I be happy?”

“It’s what you wanted isn’t it?”

Shangqi chews at his lower lip as he stares down at his hand now. “Just because I don’t want you to be with him, it doesn’t mean that I want you to be hurt by him.”

“What if I told you that I wasn’t hurt by him...what if I told you that divorcing him may be the easiest decision of my life?”

Millions of questions pop up in his head as he looks at you. Confusion paints his expression as he’s trying to decipher what you just said.

“I wasn’t hurt at all when I saw him with another woman, believe it or not. In a way, I was relieved...to know that I’m not the only shitty person in our marriage. I was ashamed of feeling what I was feeling, but after that exact moment, I felt nothing. It’s going to sound selfish, but I needed that as an excuse to leave him. And now I get what I want, I supposed.”

“Why are you telling me all of this?”

You shrug. “I’m not sure. Maybe I need someone to listen to.”

“I thought you don’t want me in your life anymore.”

You look at him in the eyes now. “It doesn’t stop you from reaching out to me. You could have ignored me earlier, but you didn’t.” Shangqi lips thin into a straight line. You know him way too well. “I am sorry for that night,” you say finally. “It was stupid to say all of those things to you. I know it’s not fair now, but I do regret it these days. I just couldn’t bring myself to return your call…”

“I’m sorry too.” Now it’s your turn to frown and look at him with a confused look as he continues. “I know for a long time that you liked me. I just wasn’t ready to look at your romantically. You have been the best thing that ever happened in my life, and I still managed to screw up. After you got married, I realized that, and by then it was too late”

“Aren’t you even remotely angry with me?” you ask then.

“Do you want me to be angry with you?”

You take a deep breath and let out a long, shaky sigh. Tears are brimming in your eyes now. “Goddammit, Shangqi, why do you have to be a good person? Every time I do something that should make you hate me, you don’t. You just forgive me and pretend like nothing ever happened. It’s not fair.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know,” you choke as you sob now. You don’t even care anymore if the cafe patrons are not staring at both of you. “I just want you to at least yell at me and tell me what a horrible person I am. I just want you to be mad at me so then I know for damn sure that I am a shitty friend to you.”

“You know I’m not going to do that. You’ve already gone through enough. You don’t need me to add on to your plate anymore.” you stare at him speechless before you’re full on crying with your head in your hand. God, you feel like shit, and the fact that he’s nothing but good to you, only makes this worst. Then you can feel his arm wrap around you as he tuck your head under his chin. “There’s no point of hurting you when you’ve done enough of that yourself.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“No, you do. You deserve me very much,” he coos as he rubs your back up and down in soothing motions. “I am as shitty and as selfish as you are, so I have no right to be mad at you.”

“What are you even saying?” you look up with your tears-streaking face.

“I didn’t want you to be happy with him. Every night I pray to the universe for some bad shit to happen to him...It’s a horrible thing to wish upon anyone, but I was jealous. I was envious of him that he manage to have you. I guess, the universe returns my prayer…” he chuckles dryly. “Now do you understand why I can’t blame you for it?” You blink at him and nod weakly. “I was surprised of course that you divorced him so soon, but you know I’m very happy--actually I’m fucking ecstatic. And to even know that he didn’t hurt you only makes what i’m feeling valid.”

You stare at each other for a long time before you both starts laugh. “We’re such horrible people.”

“Are we though? He’s the one that cheated on you?”

“Yeah, well I feel like it’s because i’m not emotionally available for him.”

Shangqi nods. “Can’t blame you though. I do like it better when you’re with me. He’s turning you into this pretentious person…”

“It was the rings. It was too much for my liking, to be honest.”

“Don’t forget his car. He’s never shut up about it. God, I hate that guy.”

Both of you now laughing. “I miss this,” you say softly as he pulls you closer to him.

“I do too,” he says softly. “When will it be ok for us...you know…”

“Us what?” you ask, clearly not knowing where he’s going with this.

Shangqi huffs. “When can we start dating officially?”

The question catches you off guard that you find yourself speechless for a second. “I--Uh, we should wait till the divorce is finalized.”

“Oh, right. I’m sorry.”

“No, no you’re fine. I just wasn’t expecting you to actually want to be with me after all the shits I’ve done to you.”

“Sometimes you just gotta forgive and move on. I’m not a saint myself, but I know damn well that you deserve someone better than him...I also want to make up on all the lost time...Think of it as a do-over for us.”

For a brief moment there you feel happy for the first time in a long time. Somehow it’s comforting to know that he still want you. “What did I do to deserve you?”

Shangqi laughs. “I’m not sure, but maybe that one time you took care of me when I was sick...I guess I’ve fallen into that trap since then.” You both laugh before he leans in and kiss you sweetly on your lips. “I don’t mind getting stuck in this trap either. Actually, I really like the view here.”

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veraashh · 3 years ago

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Ache (Loki)

Since it's a new year, I finally not sure have some courage to post my first fanfic. maybe my only one, idk i might delete this. Who better to start it with than Loki, the first ever marvel "antagonist" that I love more than the hero.

PAIRING: Soft!Loki x reader

Summary: Loki suddenly disappeared for a week after professing his feelings for you.

reblogs/feedback/likes are much appreciated and highly encourage. DO NOT REPOST/STEAL MY WORK :<

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI, fluff, angst, smut, oral (f!), reader is insecure, mentions of eating disorder tendency /written during an episode/, sorry for typos or grammar mistakes English isn't my first language. ~any other warnings not mentioned~

WORDS: 3.6k

He pins your wrist to the sides of your head, pressing himself down on you. Wrapping your legs around him and start grinding against him. He smiles deliciously before giving you sensual kiss.

You hear your coworker call out your name making you peek up from your computer. Raising an eyebrow at her, she says "It's almost lunch time, are you coming with us?"

You smile at her and shake your head gently, "No, I'm not hungry." She frowns at your answer.

"I'll bring back a sandwich for you to munch on." She huffs and then waves goodbye. Wanda is so sweet, she always looks out for you.

You look around as almost everyone left the office. Resting your head on your desk and dishing out your phone from your drawer, unlocking it to see no new notification.

The last message he's sent you... You close your eyes to try and not cry. You put your phone in your bag, maybe that would prevent you from checking it for nothing. Stretching your arms, and going back to work.

About an hour later, Wanda returned, as well as everybody in the office.

"Here, bubs. I am not letting you not take care of yourself." She crosses her arms after she hands you the sandwich she's brought.

"Tuna?" You ask, holding the sandwich. She nods happily. "Thank you." You say, hoping she goes back to her cubicle. Instead she sits down on your desk, as if to make sure that you actually ate the food.

You sighed and opened the plastic container. As you ate the sandwich, she tells you about her workout coach, she seems to like him.

"Every time I catch a glimpse of the way he's muscle flexes, oh I just want to 'tire' him out." She winks, okay maybe she likes him a lot.

"So, y/n, any progress on your end?" She wriggles her eyebrows at you and you raise yours, wondering what she's talking about.

You wipe your mouth before saying, "You mean the Starks Industries? I'm almost done with it. There's not a lot of discrepancies in their accounts." Then you discarded the sandwich container into your trash bin.

"No, about that Laufeyson heir. Have you heard from him?" She looks at you. You bit the inside of my lower lip. "Nothing. I don't think he'll contact me anytime soon." You say leaning back on your chair, trying your best to not show any disappointment.

"That's incredibly rude of him, you're a complete catch. After your dates, you glow like the sun. He better message you." She says gesturing and then huffing after. You just smile at her. How is she so invested, you could not care less about him, or at least that's what you tell yourself.

"Thank you, Wanda." You hold her arm, she pats your hand softly.

"I'll go back now." She says then leaves.

Hours pass by and your finally done with the report. Inserting the Stark file into the system, and emailing your boss. She needs to check it over once more and sign it away.

You check your phone again and nothing, shoving it down your bag. "I don't care. He's not that attractive anyways." You whisper to yourself.

It's not like you connect over your love of reading, or watching movies. Hanging out with him, almost every day, wasn't that fun anyways. You don't like him at all. No, not at all

Your phone pings, and you nervously rummage through your bag to grab your phone. Unlocking it and the message was from your sister, reminding you of family dinner on Wednesday. You sent an 'okay' text and put it back. You huffed, fine maybe you are a bit disappointed.

You check up on the email your boss sent back, telling you that the report is perfect and is on its way to Stark Industries. You feel relieved, and sink your head on your desk.

He bites down on your neck, as he thrust from behind. Burying your face into the pillows, as his arms hold you firmly. Pleasure runs high with every languid thrust.

You shake your head away from that memory.

The clock rings softly, signaling 5pm. You decided to stay a bit longer just because, you don't really have any plans today.

Wanda waves goodbye at you. She's always so excited to leave work since she's meeting up with her workout coach after.

You check as much as you can on another client's file, but there's so many wrong computations that you give it up for today and just continue tomorrow. You gather your things and head towards the elevator.

Your phone pings, then it rings. You check it and his name flashes on the screen. Taking a deep breath, you slide to answer the call. The elevator door opens and you get in, nodding and smiling at your coworkers.

"Hey, Y/N." You can hear the smile on his voice. Your heart races at his voice, throat running dry as you try to swallow nothing.

"Hi." You say shortly, as if you're trying to be nonchalant at his sudden disappearance.

"Hm. Are you free?" He asks, knowing full well that your off work. The elevator reaches the ground floor and you step out into the lobby.

"Kind of, why?" You don't want to seem eager to see him, correction, you don't want to see him at all.

When you reach the entrance to the building, you caught the familiar figure standing against a sleek black car.

"I'm at your building." He says before hanging up. He pushes himself off the car, his shirt crinkling a bit as his muscles flexes. He wore the best fitting pair of pants and a nice suit jacket that matches with it hanging over his shoulder.

You walk up to him, biting the inside of your lower lip. Your heart continues pounding, and your stomach is filling up with butterflies.

He opens the passenger seat and you get in. He walks around the front and sits on the driver's seat.

He starts driving and you sit in silence. You don't know what to say to him. He's the one that stopped calling. A bit petty, maybe.

"Are you hungry?" He asks, breaking the silence. "Not really." You answer immediately. You can already see the corner's of his lips raising trying to control his smile.

"Wanda said you only had a sandwich for lunch. I don't think that can fuel you well, Darling." You raise an eyebrow at him, although the nickname was making you flip, you try to keep your composure.

"We met outside the building." he answers, his eyes focused on the road.

"How long have you been waiting outside?" You ask. Wanda left as soon as the clock ticked 5, you sat and spent an hour or so to look over another client's report.

"A bit before Wanda went out." He says, a bit meaning he was there for a long time. What do I do with this guy? Why is he wasting his time after not calling for a few days? You ask yourself.

What are you doing?

"Something interesting in your mind? You're eyebrows are in knots." He must've turn for a glance.

You're debating whether to ask him about what happened a few days ago and that thing. You don't think he meant it when he said it since he ignored you a few days later.

"So, what have you been up to these days? I had a really busy week, but I'd like to hear yours first." He starts, pulling you out of the thoughts.

"Typical, I went to work." You say. "How about you?"

He smirks, he knows he can't force you out of short replies but maybe he can coax you to speak some more. "I went on a family retreat." You closed your eyes, realizing why he hadn't contacted you. "It was a hard week, but I'm used to it since we do it every year since I was in high school." you stare at him, dumbfounded. You felt horrible for jumping through every conclusion.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it, sometimes I just forget trivial things when I'm with you." He looks at you with intense sincerity. He holds out his hand and you take it.

"Were you upset with me?" He asks. You didn't answer, you're not entirely sure. You feel bad for doubting him but he should've mentioned it. Especially since it's a little tradition in his family.

"Hmm." He seems like he's waiting for your answer, since he squeezes your hand three times.

"Where are we going?" You ask, trying to change the subject. The black-tinted windows barely showing the city lights.

"Where do you want to go? I just want to eat." He says. He always makes you pick out where to eat

"Have you tried 'Happy's Haus', we can just take it out. I don't want to stay there." You say quietly, "Then we can go to your place and eat it there." You say even quieter, almost like a whisper.

"Sure sure." He replies, a smile on his face.

Moments later, he pulls up to the drive-thru of 'Happy's Haus' and you order. It wasn't a long wait and you get your order a few minutes later.

You stayed silent the whole ride towards his house. You don't know what to say as the butterflies in your stomach made their way to your throat. Drinking the take-out soda didn't help one bit.

The gates open automatically as he pulls up in the drive way. You'll never get used to him having a house in his name, not rental. Most people your age, just rent out apartments or condos. There's so much incentive to being rich.

You open your side of the door, picking up the take-out bags as well.

He makes sure that the car is locked then walks up to you, holding out his hands as if to bring the bags.

"You have to open the door." You say. "I don't know how."

He hands you a key to his house as he grabs the bags. "That's your copy." He says, your eyes widening in surprise.

His house is always so clean, does he have it clean everyday? You follow him into the kitchen. He sets down the bags and you take them out onto the table.

"Next time, I'll cook for you. For now, I'm really hungry." He unwraps his food and starts eating. You just stare at him as he munches down the food.

For the 3 months you've dated, you told him about your tendencies which is probably why he wants to eat with you all the time. It may seem patronizing at times, but you know he means well.

You finish up your food, well most of it at least.

You wrap it all back up and put it back in the bag. He takes it and goes into the kitchen. You follow behind him.

"Some wine?" He offers, holding up a bottle of red. You shrug. "Why not?"

He hands you the bottle then he takes out two glasses. "Let's watch a movie." He suggests. You proceed into the living room.

He opens the bottle and pours it into your glasses. You flip through every movie mentioning their title until you decided on one.

You sat almost a seat away from each other, enjoying the wine and the movie.

Which is a lie, well, for you at least. The wine is nice but you couldn't concentrate on the movie. There's too many things that your mind is thinking about. Like, Why did he give me a copy of his key?

"Your thoughts are louder than this movie, darling." You almost choked on air. Did I say something out loud?

"Hmm?" You voiced, looking over to him as if you got distracted from the movie. He turns off the TV and sets his wine glass down. He gestures at your glass and you hand it to him, he sets it down as well.

"What's on your mind, darling? I just want to know." He scooches closer and holds your hand.

"Nothing, I was just trying to watch the movie." Liar, you fiddle with his hand while the silence crept in.

"I know you've been thinking a lot, your hangnails are almost ripped, I don't mean to be rude but you've been mumbling as well. I just can't make up what you're trying to say." He says, squeezing your hand.

"A lot of them... I can answer myself, so it's fine." You say biting the inside of your lower lip.

"I know you can, but I'd like to know some of them, too." He says. Am I being unfair with keeping my thoughts to myself?

"Hmm," You open your mouth just to close it again.

"Come on, darling. I just want to make it up to you." He moves closer, your thighs touching and his warmth is immediately soothing. He kisses your knuckles, waiting for you to respond.

I guess we can start with the recent one. "Why... why did you give me a key to your house?" You don't want to assume, maybe he just needs you to hold it for him when he loses his copy.

"Well, I just want you to have it because I trust you." He answers. "What else?" He pulls your calves to rest on his thighs.

"Last week, when you said... what you said. What do you mean by that?" You closed your eyes, trying to prepare yourself from the inevitable. You feel his hands on your calves, softly soothing and massaging them.

"You mean when I told you my feelings for you? What's there to misconstrue? Y/N, I know for some it's weird to say it out right but I don't expect you to say it back, I just wanted you to know." He holds your chin up. His eyes glistening with sincere adoration.

"You're a wonderful person, Y/N. It's hard to come by someone like you." He says. You pull away, holding your tears back. Why am I about to cry?

"I..." Your throat is filling up with more of the pesky butterflies. "I'm sorry." He furrows his eyebrows, almost taken aback.

"I'm sorry, I doubted you. I was upset and it was a really weird timing. We've known each other for all of 3 months. I have way too many insecurities that it might've scared you away..." Tears pricked your eyes, you look away as you blink multiple times.

"I thought you only said that after our first time having sex. I doubted even more since you disappeared for a week. I thought I wasted time and feelings for 3 months." You bring your hand to your mouth to stop your rambling.

He pulls your hand back down, cupping your chin to make you look at him. At the moment your eyes meet his, your tears fell. His hands cup your face, thumbs wiping your tears. You lean into the comfort of his touch.

"I'm sorry I made you upset." He smiles a little, your eyebrows furrowing. "It's inappropriate that I'm kind of happy, but it's rare that you bear your feelings outright. I just wish you can tell me more about it, its hard to read you at times." He pulls you into his embrace.

The steady beat of his heart calms you down. You pull away a little to look up at him. "I just haven't had the best luck in dating, I've had similar experiences where I bared my all and they left me because of it. I just don't want to scare you away with my emotions." You paused. "But Loki, I like you as well."

"Last week was a weird rollercoaster of emotions for me. I didn't want to message you first since I knew you were busy with work, but when you weren't contacting me during our regular times it threw me off. I started thinking the worst case scenarios to which I cannot do anything." You bury your face in his chest, his warmth even more comforting.

"I thought maybe you've gotten what you wanted and then left. Maybe I wasn't responsive enough that it turned you off." He chuckles at that. "I just overthink a lot and a lot of people don't want someone whose always thinking of the worst case scenarios." you took a deep breath.

"I can't stop you from overthinking, I can't change that, that's you. I can't say that I don't do the same but I feel that I can trust you enough..." He trails off.

"About the responsive thing, I-- you were perfect as you are." He laughs nervously. His voice becoming hoarser.

Your eyes meet and you can tell what's on his mind. "You can't turn me off of you." He says, almost whispers it to you.

You glance at his lips then back to his eyes. He inches in closer, and you do the same.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks. "Yes please." You say before closing in and linking your lips.

His hand at your nape, cradling your head as if he can pull you in any closer. His other hand still holding yours. His tongue slides between your lips, fighting for dominance until you gave in.

You pull away to catch your breath. You've made out so many times but he never fails to take your breath away with his hot and heavy kisses.

"It's hard to move in these clothes." You murmur.

"Do you want to get changed? You can use my clothes." He points his thumb towards his room.

"Sometimes you read me so well but there are times that you have no clue." You say, standing up and removing your blouse.

You pull him up to continue the kiss. His hands caress your upper body. You pull at his shirt. He takes this as a hint and you continue to make out. He pulls you closer, trying to feel you more. He unzips your pants as he trails down his kisses.

He kneels in front of you and peels your pants off. You stepped out of it.

He kisses your legs then your inner thighs. You inhale sharply as he grazed your slit against your underwear. His finger hooks into your underwear and removes it agonizingly slow. Your slick connecting to the fabric of your panties in a single strand. You watch as he licks his lips. You catch his eyes and his blown out pupils stares back you, hungry.

You stood there almost naked, with him still kneeling in front of you.

With his eyes still locked with yours, his fingers found it way towards your opening. He slides it up and down, pulling it away and licking the wetness off.

You feel your face getting warm. He rests your leg on his shoulder. His breath fanning at your exposed self. He drags his tongue from your slit to your clit, making you shudder in bliss as his lips close around your nub. Closing your eyes to feel this pleasure.

Soft gentle sucks and his fingers prodding at your entrance. You moan when you find him looking intently at you. You clasp your fingers at his black locks, gently pulling as you feel your knees grow weaker at the increasing pleasure.

"Loki..." You moan out his name when his fingers curled and wrist twisted so perfectly pressing at your spot. You legs felt like jelly as you almost fell onto him.

He pushed you back to the couch, your feet rests on the couch at the either side of your legs. His hands firmly holding them open at your ankles.

He latches his lips back to your opening. The once languid licks turns ravenous, he eats you like a starved man.

You grab at his shoulders, then his arms and back at his hair. Unsure whether you want to push him away or pull him closer.

He lets go of one your ankles to bring his fingers back into your core. Fingers thrusting at the rhythm of his tongue. You clench at his fingers and squirm underneath him.

He's relentless, and you feel it, the impending snap of the coil in your stomach. He groans into you and with a brush of his curled fingers on your spot, you exploded in your euphoria.

Shaking, he continues to eat you out. "L-Loki, please." You feel his smirk. He lets go of your other ankle, waving his forefinger at you as he continues to eat his fill.

You feel a second wave coming. You close your legs around his head but he continues to lap at you. Effectively making you pull harder at his hair when you come a second time.

He continues his sweet torture, for a third, a fourth, you've lost count. You've surrendered to the pleasure of his overstimulation. Spasming every so often as he pulls orgasms after orgasms at you.

He slows his pace, softly kissing your swollen clit. Wet kisses to your inner thighs. He licks up your torso then the soft spot on your neck.

Your fingers laced at his hair, "You taste so good, I couldn't help myself." He whispers to your ear. Kissing your lobe, cheek and your lips. Slow, sensual and passionate.

"I think I might be in love with you, Darling." He whispers when he's caught his breath, leaning his forehead against yours. You close your eyes, a smile breaking at your lips as you pull him closer.

thanks you so much for reading :>

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