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just thought of the premise for the professor!geto fic & i’m excited hehehehe <3

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once again facing unstoppable force (anxiety-driven need to finish my work) vs immovable object (brain doesn’t wanna do anything but think abt little gay people)

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♡ my, my girl ♡

au : divider by chilumitos ! sorry i haven’t posted in a while i’ve been so tired n not motivated at allllll but im here haha i wanted to do more brothers best friend ellie ahhhhh i hope u all enjoy n sorry this isn’t that good like i said im feelin v unmotivated haha ;; i know i said yes to requests but i literally cannot do them rn please please bear with me

cw : DONT LIKE DONT READ !! virgin!fem reader x brothers best friend ellie williams , ellie is a bit of a perv , ellie dosent know how to convey her feelings so sometimes she’s mean (lol she’s a loser) , oral (reader receiving), NOT PROOFREAD DONT COME FOR ME ITS ONE AM. that’s it i think ?

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౨ৎ your brother had a best friend named ellie for as long as you could remember. she was gorgeous, with emerald green eyes that shone beautifully in the sun, and short auburn hair that looked so soft and cute as it fell around her face and ears.

౨ৎ you walked downstairs from your room, tired from studying and being holed up in your room all day. as you walked downstairs, you saw ellie and your brother sitting together in the kitchen, talking. you usually didn’t pay them any mind, but ellie kept staring at you. you hadn’t realized she would be downstairs, and were caught off guard when you realized she was standing in the middle of your kitchen.

౨ৎ as you walked downstairs, you moved to grab a glass from the cabinet behind ellie, but she didn’t budge. “can you move, please?” you say, exasperated. “look who finally came out of her cave!” ellie said, teasing you. you rolled your eyes as ellie finally stepped out of the way so you could get your glass. you walked over to the fridge, and ellie liked the way she could see your legs and thighs. you weren’t wearing much, just some small shorts and a white tank top, since you didn’t think anyone would be over at your house today. you also weren’t wearing a bra, because why would you do that in your own room? well, it was a bad idea, because ellie could see the entire outline of your body under the tight clothes you were wearing.

౨ৎ “damn, you showin’ off or something?” she says as you sip water from your glass. you glance at your brother, who is too obsessed with his phone to notice anything. “huh?” he says, looking up from his phone, oblivious. “cmon, let’s go watch something” he motions to the living room. ellie follows him, not paying any other glance to you.

౨ৎ later that night, you hear ellie and your brother fighting, no doubt over some stupid video game, or who won the fight they had just gotten into. you walk around your room, bored, but not wanting to go talk to your brother, because that meant seeing ellie.

౨ৎ you eventually decide to just take a shower and call it a night. you gather your things, grab a towel, and head to the bathroom when you see ellie standing right outside your bathroom door. you grab onto the towel you’re holding, and try not to act angry. “did you need something?” you say. “going somewhere?” ellie says in return. “i’m about to take a shower…?” you point to the fluffy white towel in your arms. ellie looks away, and grabs the back of her neck, rubbing it. “fuck, ellie, don’t imagine her naked…” she thinks to herself as she looks at you. “i was just gonna ask if you…wanted to watch a movie with us, but i guess- you uh…” she stutters.

౨ৎ “are you feeling okay?” you asks not used to seeing ellie like this. usually she was making some snide remark at you or pushing you around, trying to get you mad or riled up. she loved it when you were angry, it was so cute, like a little tiger. “i’m fine. are you?” ellie says, deflecting. “right. i’m gonna take that shower now.” you say, opening the door to the bathroom.

౨ৎ after your shower, you get out and walk into your bedroom, slipping on a cute pajama set, a small light gray baby tee and little gray shorts. it was your favorite. you were about to flop down on your bed and tuck yourself in to read your favorite book when you heard a slight knocking at your door.

౨ৎ you got up, a little annoyed that someone had interrupted your relaxing alone time, walked over to the door and opened it ready to tell whoever it was to go away when you saw ellie standing there. it was strange; she had never come up to your room like this before…

౨ৎ “hey. can we talk?” ellie said, and without waiting for your permission she stepped into your room. “nice room.” she commented, looking around. “what is it?” you asked timidly, seeing her walk around and pick up small trinkets and photos on your dresser.

౨ৎ “well…” she said, putting down a picture of you and your brother and turning to take a step closer to you. “we havent always gotten along, but..i never realize that youve gotten so..” she trailed off, wondering how to not sound creepy (which she totally was) talking about how much different you looked. how much more beautiful you looked lately…

౨ৎ “gotten so…what?” you say, honestly curious about where she was taking this. “cmon, you know. you…look good.” ellie said, eyeing you up and down slightly. “and you’re saying this, why?” you ask, slightly bratty since you felt it was your right, after all, she was so rude to you all the time, and never missed a chance to tease you. “cmon, puppy, youre cute. you know what i mean.”

౨ৎ and there it was. that stupid nickname she had given you. “puppy” might have sounded sweet, but ellie only teased you when you were younger for being naive, hence the nickname. but that was in the past, the nickname seemed so different now, almost loving.

౨ৎ she stepped closer to you, reaching out to touch your arms. “cmon, i see the way you look at me now too. i like you, ok?” she said, a little sternly, as if she was trying to convince you to even be in the same room as her. “ellie, this is-“ but she cut you off before you could continue by cupping your face and kissing you.

౨ৎ “are you okay?” ellie said, pulling back to see your flustered face. you took a minute to get used to the feeling of her actually wanting to touch you, to be near you, but once you had gotten over that, all you wanted was to feel her lips on yours. you were nervous, you’d only been kissed a few times and you could tell ellie wanted to do a bit more than just that.

౨ৎ you were pressed against the wall next to your bed, whimpering under her. “needy, huh?” she said, pressed her right knee between your legs. “i like patient girls, y’know.” as she grinded against you, giving you the friction you so desperately craved, you couldnt help but moan softly into her mouth as her tongue brushed your lips, silently asking to be let in. of course you spread those pretty lips of yours to let her taste every inch of your mouth, faint sounds coming from both of you as you kissed filling room with a sinful air of lust and heat.

౨ৎ eventually you two make your way over to your own bed, sitting in ellies lap with your back pressed against her chest, ellie comfortingly shushing you and reassuring you that she would take good care of you. “shh, bun, s’okay. ive gotcha.” she said soothingly as she pulled down the little gray shorts you were wearing and tossing them to the side of your bed.

౨ৎ as her hand trailed down, further towards your panties, slipping under the soft cotton, she felt the wetness of your cunt under her slender fingers. “this your first time…?” she asked, rubbing gentle circles around your clit. “well- thats…” you trail off. “none of my business?” she finishes your sentence for you. “s’okay if it is, bun.” she says as she continues to circle your pearl, drawing out whimpers from you.

౨ৎ ellie puts her hand over your mouth. “sorry bun, s’much as i like hearing those pretty sounds, you dont want your brother to know about this, do you?” she was right, like always. you shook your head slightly, almost unable to comprehend anything except the way her soft fingers felt touching you. “so, so wet for me…” she says among other praises.

౨ৎ “you think you’re ready bun?” she says, sliding her fingers towards your sweet entrance. “mhm…” you said, almost shaking with anticipation, holding onto her forearm, her other hand still gently covering your mouth. as she slides two fingers inside you, you grip onto her thigh as she continues to slowly push her fingers in and out of you. “so good, bun. just like that.” she said as you moaned softly each time she pulled out of you.

౨ৎ “you look so cute like this..i wish i couldve seen it earlier.” ellie said, smiling to herself at the proud moment of being able to be the first one to have you like this. “taking my fingers so well, huh?” she said, not even expecting a reply as you were already too fucked out to think for yourself.

౨ৎ “you can cum whenever you want, bun.” she said. usually she wouldve made you beg for it, or been a little mean, but there was something about how sweet and pure you looked taking her fingers, sitting between her legs on your own bed committing such a sinful act that enticed her so much she couldnt wait to feel you lose yourself and cum all over her fingers.

౨ৎ as you whimpered softly under her, she moved the hand over your mouth to softly stroke your thigh. “s’okay, just be quiet…” she said as she comforted you, still pushing those damn fingers in and out of you. it didnt take long after that for you to cum, trying to hold back your moans, and of course she praised you the whole way through.

౨ৎ “aw, you just look so so cute like this…” she said, looking at your face, slightly flushed and sweaty from the way she had made you feel. without missing a beat she slowly pulled her fingers out of you, and, since she was ellie, bringing them to her mouth to lick them clean.

౨ৎ as you layed on her, breathing still heavy, she got up and guided you to the bathroom, cleaning you gently and whispering sweet nothings and apologies for you being overly sensitive. the coldness of the bathroom and the warmth of her body and hands on you, and the way ellie helped you step into a fresh pair of panties felt so loving to you.

౨ৎ as you laid next to her in your bed, she softly stroked your hair, watching you as you fell asleep, kissing your cheek and cuddling you from behind. she hoped you would still feel good about this in the morning.

౨ৎ it was definitely safe to say that your first time being with ellie was exactly the way it was supposed to happen.

HAIII thank you for reading im literally so fucking tired and this is so so so shitty i swear on my life i hate this but i really reallllyyy wanted to post for you all :( im sorry for not getting to requests i will try my best but like i said ive been so so sooo unmotivated, anyways ENOUGH PITY PARTYING hopefully someone will enjoy this AHHHH

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Book Club - Pt3

Part 1 Part 2

modern!aemond x fem!reader

Summary: You both get clarification about what’s going on between both of you. You both host a dinner for unexpected guests. 

Warnings: 18+ swearing, fingering, handjob, p in v, unprotected

Authors Note: what the FUCK i’m so soft for this man rn 😩

Word Count: 5.2k

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Last Week 

“Do you want to date? Go on a date? With me? Or am I reading too much into this?” Aemond gestures between us. “Is there a this? Us?” his cheeks are bright red as he looks anywhere but at me. 

“Yes?” I tilt my head trying to hide my amusement and confusion. “I want to date and go on a date? Or?” his eye looks over me searching. 

“You do?” I nod my head. “You want to date me?” he asks again. 

“I would like to date you, Aemond.” his cheeks flush anew. 

“And you want to go on a date with me?” he waits for my answer. 

“I would like that very much.” a smile spreads across my face as I nod. 

“Okay.” he nods looking at me. I chuckle and walk over to him before pulling him down into a soft kiss. “You’re sure you want to?” he pulls back. “Not just because you feel bad? Or obligated?” he looks down at me. 

“I’m positive.” I cup his face with both of my hands, nodding my head. He pulls me into a tight hug and I hold him tightly in return. 

Present 

Aemond has stayed very secretive as to where he’s taking me. I’ve guessed plenty of things and he’s given nothing away, always shaking his head or chuckling. Even as we’re in the car on the way there he won’t give any clues. I squeeze his hand in frustration and he just places a kiss on it and keeps quiet with a smirk. 

“You’ll know soon enough.” he chuckles as he parks the car. We walk up the stairs and into the lobby of a museum. 

“This is actually perfect.” I look up at him. It's midweek so it’s not too crowded and we can walk around leisurely. 

“You think?” he looks down at me with relief. 

“Absolutely.” I pull him up to the counter. We walk through with tickets and make our way to the first exhibit. I slip my hand into his and he turns to me and smiles. We silently look through the exhibit holding close to one another and reading the small plaques. We make our way to the next portion with no rush. 

“You’re sure it’s not too boring?” he chews his lip. 

“I don’t think so.” I reassure him. 

“You’re not just saying that?” he stops us to look down at me. 

“Aem,” I chuckle. “There’s literally no other place I’d rather be than right here with you.” he relaxes and places a soft kiss on my forehead. 

“Thank you. I’m sorry.” his lips linger before he pulls back. 

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” I hum brushing his cheek before leading us over to the next display. We continue to walk around the museum in no rush and point out things to each other. After a couple hours of trailing around the building we make our way back to his car. 

“I’d like to take you out to lunch.” he hums from the driver's side. 

“You mean you’re not going to cook for us?” I gasp and he turns to me with red cheeks. 

“I can if that’s what you would prefer?” he chews on his lip. 

“I was joking.” I lean across and kiss him. “I’ll be happy wherever you take me.” I hum and kiss him once more before settling back into my seat. He drives us to a local cafe and we step inside hand in hand. We’re seated by the windows and I look across at him and smile. 

“I’m really happy you enjoyed today.” he hums admiring me. 

“I enjoy all of my time with you.” I watch his neck flush at my words. 

“There’s also some book stores on this road if you want to go check them out after?” he chews on his lip. 

“I would like that.” he smiles and our waitress comes and drops off our food and drinks. We eat in a comfortable silence and offer each other tastes of our foods. We finish up and slip back out onto the street. We slow to a languid pace and he slips his fingers into mine. 

“After you.” Aemond holds the door open for me and follows me into the used bookstore. We walk around the aisles stealing kisses from one another with red cheeks. 

“Let’s pick out books for each other.” I turn to him enthusiastically. 

“Any kind?” he tilts his head with a smile. I nod and we separate. I start off in the romance section and find a couple of books that would turn his face red but continue looking. I end in the thriller section and find a book I would be interested in hearing about and pick this one for him. I search around the store for him and sneak up behind him. 

“Did you find one?” I ask from behind him and he turns with a smirk. 

“I did. What about you?” he looks at my hands. 

“I’m excited to hear about this. I may read it for myself after if it’s good.” I hand him the book I picked out. He hands me my book and I look over the back reading the synopsis. “This sounds good too.” I look up at him. 

“Want to go back to mine and read?” he grabs my book and brings us to the counter. 

“I would love that.” I lean into his side as he buys our books. 

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Aem: A package was delivered with your name on it to my house?

Y/n: I ordered you something. I forgot to say something 🤭 You can open it if you want. 

Aem: I’ll wait until you come over later. I don’t know why you’ve gotten me another gift. 

Y/n: Because I can and I like to watch you blush when you open them. 

Aem: 🙄

Y/n: You finally used an emoji!!!!!!!!!!! 

Aem: I guess you’re rubbing off on me. 

Y/n: Of course, I know how much you love when I rub against you. 

Aem: I will see you later. 🫣 

Y/n: �� 

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“How was work?” I reach up and place a soft kiss on his lips as I walk through his front door. 

“It was alright. My mother was questioning me all day about you.” I tilt my head at his words. 

“You told her about me?” I raise an eyebrow. 

“She stopped over and saw your package. She wants to meet you very badly.” he chews on his lip. 

“And what did you say to her?” I look up at him with a soft smile.

“That I would ask you first.” he brushes his knuckles against my cheek. 

“Do you want to introduce me to her?” I nibble my lip. 

“I think she would adore you.” he nods. “But I don’t want to pressure you into anything.” 

“What did you tell her about me?” I walk closer to him. 

“That you’re so very sweet to me and that we read books together. That you help me with dishes.” he cups my cheeks. “That you kiss my face and call me handsome and beautiful.” he places a soft kiss on my lips. He pulls back and I cup his jaw and bring him back down to me. I deepen our kiss as his hands slide around my waist pulling me flush against him. I kiss down his jaw and pepper kisses across his neck. 

“You are so very handsome and beautiful, Aemond.” I murmur against his neck and his hold on me tightens and I pull back to gaze up at him.  

“Do you want to meet my mother? Or is it too much? Too soon? I should’ve waited to ask you.” he spirals shaking his head with a furrowed brow. 

“I would love to meet your mother.” I place my hand on his chest trying to soothe him. “Just let me know when and I’ll be here.” I reach up and place a kiss on his nose. 

“Really?” he searches my face.

“Really.” I nod my head.

“Is at the end of the week okay?” he chews his lip. 

“It’s not like I’m not here every night as is.” a small smile starts to spread across his face as he relaxes. 

“Perfect. I’ll cook us dinner.” his smile broadens and I smile with him. 

“Where’s the package so I can give you your gift?” I watch his cheeks flush. 

“On the couch.” I tug him over with me and we take a seat as I hand him the package. 

“Why do you keep getting me things?” he looks at the gift in his hands. 

“Because I think you’ll like them.” I nod for him to open it and smile as he pulls it out and looks at it. 

“An apron?” he turns to me with a smile. 

“You cook so much and your clothes are so nice I don’t want them to get ruined.” I smile as he pulls out the second one. 

“I don't think this one will fit me.” he turns to me with a worried expression. 

“That one’s mine. I thought I could start helping you.” I smile, grabbing it from his hands. “I’m not that good of a cook but you can teach me.” 

“I don’t mind cooking for you.” he scrunches his brows. 

“I just want to help. I can just boil the water or something.” a laugh bubbles out of his mouth. 

“Boiling water requires an apron?” he smirks. 

“Well I want a cute apron too. Even if you make me sit in the chair the whole time.” I purse my lips looking at him. 

“You’re already so cute.” my cheeks flush at his words while he pulls me into his lap.

“I missed you today.” my voice is full of need as I card my fingers through his hair. 

“Did you?” he hums looking up at me.

“I did. I just wanna kiss you.” I look at his lips and then back up to his eye. His hand wraps around the back of my neck and pulls me down to him. Our lips press against one another and I whine as his other hand finds a home on my lower back. He pulls me closer against him while he slips his tongue into my mouth. I absentmindedly roll my hips into his and he groans into my mouth. His hands find their way to my hips and grinds me against him. “This is more than just a kiss.” I pant against his lips. 

“You started it.” he chuckles, capturing my lips once more. I continue to roll my hips into him and feel him begin to harden beneath me. His fingers dig into my hips, stilling me. “If we continue we’ll have a late dinner.” he looks at me with a dark eye. 

“We could just order in.” I move my hips against him as much as his grip will allow. 

“And not use the aprons you so kindly bought us?” he pulls back looking at me mischievously. “We can wait.” he kisses me once more before lifting me off his lap. 

“Aem,” I whine from the side of the couch. 

“While you pout I’m going to go start dinner.” he chuckles, grabbing the apron and walking to the kitchen. 

I had an idea in mind when I bought us these and what better time to do it than now? We’re both already worked up so I stand with a smile painted on my face. I slowly start to remove my clothes until I’m left in my panties and then slip the apron over my front. I tie it into a bow and walk down the hall quietly to look in the mirror. I nod to myself and make my way back to the kitchen. He half turns his head when I walk in and goes back to whatever task he was doing. 

“Is there anything you need help with?” I come to his side and lean over the counter. He turns to look at me and I watch his eye darken. He turns off the stove and moves his current task out of the way. He stands back and looks at me. “So you don’t need any help?” I bat my eyelashes at him while scooting closer to him. 

“Was this your plan all along?” he grabs my chin. 

“Maybe.” I bite my lip smiling. He turns me around and squeezes my ass. His hand snakes up my sides and cups my breast. “Aem,” his other hand roughly grabs my other as I press back into him. He pinches my nipples and I gasp. One of his hands slides around the side and he trails his fingers between my thighs. 

“What do you want?” he pushes my front against the counter and holds me there with a hand spread across my middle back. 

“Anything you’ll give me.” I look back at him. 

“And if I don’t want to give you anything.” his fingers dig into my ass pulling a moan from me. 

“I’ll beg.” I mumble spreading my legs. His other hand leaves my back to find a place on my other cheek and squeezes my flesh. “Please Aemond,” I whine and his hand lands roughly on my cheek. “Please,” I arch my ass up to his hands. 

“What are you begging for?” his voice taunting as he trails a single finger down my covered slit. 

“Touch me.” I whine, trembling beneath him. 

“I am.” I can hear the smirk in his voice. He presses into my heat and I whimper. He continues to move his fingers around my wet panties with a featherlight touch. I squirm beneath him as he offers little pressure around my bud. He lifts me off the counter again and presses me against his chest. One of his hands grabs onto one of my breasts roughly kneading the tender flesh. 

 “Aemond,” his name is followed by a loud moan as he dips his fingers into my panties. His fingers slide through my wetness as I gasp and tremble against him. 

“Is this what you wanted?” he whispers against my neck as he starts to swirl around my bud. 

“Yes,” I nod my head. His fingers move quicker against me as small gasps leave my mouth. 

“What do you say?” his voice low as he dips two fingers into my core. I flutter around him at his words as he starts a steady rhythm. 

“Thank you, Aemond.” I pant. His fingers start to slam into me and he has to hold me against him to keep me up right. I cry out his name as my pleasure starts to wash through me. His fingers don’t falter and continue to push into me. 

“How does that feel?” he chuckles against my neck. “I can feel you squeezing me so tightly. When I rub here,” he curls his fingers and I let out a small cry. “This is when you start to get really wet for me.” I whine, feeling my legs start to shake. “Then all I have to do is circle my thumb a little faster,” my stomach starts to tighten. “And you fall right apart.” he licks across my neck as I pulse against him whimpering. 

“Fuck me, please Aemond, please.” I shake in his arms as he slowly removes his fingers and trails them along my thighs. 

“Mm, but I have to make us dinner.” he hums, still caressing me. 

“Please,” I whine. 

“I thought you wanted to boil water in your apron?” I whine as his fingers travel back up to my breasts. 

“I also said ‘or something’,” I push back into him as he rolls my nipples. 

“I didn’t know that ‘or something’ meant begging to be fucked.” he chuckles squeezing my tender flesh. 

“Please,” I roll my hips back against him. “Aem, please.” I whimper as his hands leave my body. He grabs my wrist and pulls me to the dining room before laying me back on the table. He pulls my panties off and watches me as he spreads his fingers through my wetness. His other hand pulls the top of the apron to the side to expose my breast before he grabs it. 

“I think these aprons were more self indulgent.” he says lowly while slipping two fingers in. 

“You don’t like them?” my voice breathy and I bite my lip to hold back a moan. 

“I do.” he nods his head before pulling away to remove his. “You look perfect like this.” he starts to unbutton his pants and I spread my legs wider. He frees himself and leans over me to capture my lips. His tip slides through my wetness as I squirm beneath him. He brushes against my core and I buck my hips, whining into his mouth. “Just begging for it.” he chuckles and pushes in. 

“Aemond move,” I jerk my hips and he chuckles, kissing against my neck. He stays still as he licks down my chest and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I roll my hips against his and he bites my nipple in response. I shutter as he slowly pulls out to push back in to not move again. He pushes the other side of the apron to the center of my chest and moves his mouth over to my other nipple. He starts to slowly move his hips and I gasp below him. He pushes into me harshly and releases my nipple. 

“Gods, look at you.” he starts to pump into me and I moan, sliding against the table. 

“Please, Aem,” I whine reaching for him to kiss me. His lips press to mine as his hips start to rock faster. I cry into his mouth as my stomach starts to tighten. I gasp as he swirls against my bud. “Yes, Ae-“ my voice cracks as I burst around him and he snaps into my one last time before filling me. He rests his forehead against mine as I continue to writhe beneath him. 

“Will you let me make you dinner now?” he lifts his head up and smiles. 

“I guess so.” he chuckles at my breathy words and pulls out. 

“Go get dressed.” he pulls me up and scoots me down the hall while he goes back to the kitchen. 

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I wait in the living room as Aemond rushes around the house waiting for his mother to arrive. I’ve tried to get him to sit down and relax with me but he’s on edge. He’s nervous and no amount of reassurance will soothe him. The doorbell chimes and he stops what he’s doing and looks at me with a wide eye. 

“Are you sure?” he asks for the tenth time. 

“I’m sure.” I nod standing up. When he opens the door I see his whole family and know he’s going to freak out. 

“I thought it was only going to be you, mother.” he hums, kissing the side of her head, ushering her in with a smile on his face. 

“Oh, but it’s been so long since we all have been together.” she smiles at him and walks over to me. “You must be Y/n.” she pulls me into a hug and I try to keep an eye on Aemond as the rest of his family filters in. 

“Lovely to meet you.” I pull back and offer her a smile. 

“Gods, Aemond. You didn’t say how beautiful she was.” a shorter, messier version of him enters my line of vision. 

“That’s enough.” his mother hisses. 

“I’m Helaena.” his sister offers me a small wave. 

“Viserys shut the door.” his mother yells at the old man in the entryway. 

“Oh, of course.” he turns and I spot Aemond staring at me in worry and I make my way over to him. 

“I’m so sorry.” he looks down at me with scrunched brows. 

“It’s going to be fine. We’ll get through it.” I offer him a soft smile and pat his chest. “Do you want me to help you cook?” I tilt my head and his eye locks on me. 

“Do not put that apron on.” his words low as his eye darkens. He lifts his head up and looks to his family spread across his living room. “Come.” his hand slips in mine as he pulls me towards his mother. 

“I’m Alicent, I never got to offer you my name.” she smiles, pushing his brother's legs off the table. “This is Aegon. Helaena. Viserys.” she gestures around the living room and looks at me and Aemond expectantly. 

“I’m Y/n. I’m thankful to finally meet you all.” I smile at all of them. 

“Maybe if he ever left this house you would’ve met us.” Aegon sighs, throwing his head back on the couch. “If you ever get bored you can always come to the family house.” he tosses a look to Aemond who is rigid next to me. “I’m sure we could find something for you to do.” 

“How kind, Aegon.” Viserys nods his head. 

“I quite like Aemonds company and don’t find it boring. We find plenty to do here.” I smile up at him but find him glaring at Aegon. 

“Well the offer is always there.” Aegon drawls with a smirk. 

“We’re going to start dinner. I’ll have to see if I have enough for everyone. I didn’t anticipate so many guests.” his voice clipped as he turns to his mother. We enter the kitchen and I stop him and turn in towards me. 

“Are you okay?” I ask cupping his face. 

“I really want tonight to be over.” he closes his eye and inhales deeply. “I don’t even know if I have enough food. I didn’t want to cook a large meal. It’s going to be hours before they even leave..” he shakes his head blinking up at the ceiling. 

“I’m here with you, Aem. What can I do to help you? Actually help you.” I pull his face back towards mine and search his eye. He sends me off to the pantry to look for more pasta and I come back with more than enough. He pulls things out of the fridge and brings things down from the cabinets and I stand back trying not to be in his way. 

“I’m going to need you to actually boil water tonight.” he murmurs, mixing a sauce and adding things in. 

“Of course.” I nod, coming to his side. 

“Could you make me a cup of tea?” he asks softly, glancing at me. I quickly make the tea and bring the steaming cup over to him and see he has a pot out on the stove for me. “Thank you.” he relaxes as he takes a sip. He drinks some more before dipping down and stealing a kiss before he starts to cook again. “Just watch it and make sure it doesn’t boil over.” he goes back to his sauce. 

“Look at you two.” Alicents voice spreads throughout the kitchen and he hums in greeting. “I came to find drinks. Usually you’re more welcoming.” she places her hand on his shoulder and he stops moving. She walks over to the fridge missing the movement but I brush my fingers against his in comfort and he goes back to his task. 

“I’m sorry, mother.” he mumbles, cutting up another ingredient. She says another off handed comment about him not having a beverage she likes and he exhales loudly. She leaves the kitchen and I see his shoulders tense again. 

“Aem,” he shakes his head at me. 

“What if I kick them out?” he turns and looks down at me. “They don’t deserve to meet you. My mother should’ve come alone or not at all.” he clenches his jaw. 

“It’s just me and you right now. Like we do every night. Make dinner and talk. What’s going on out there doesn’t concern us yet.” I nod up to him. “We’re almost done. All we have to do is eat and then you can kick them out.” I pull him against me. 

“Do you think I’m boring?” his voice small as he looks down at me. 

“No.” I furrow my brows. 

“Do you hate that we just stay in? What if I am keeping you locked up? Am I?” he shakes his head as his thoughts spiral. 

“No, hey, Aem.” I grab his face and make him look at me. “My sweet, caring, and sensitive boy.” I coo, placing a soft kiss on his lips. When I open my eyes again his cheeks are flushed and his breathing is heavier. “I love the time we spend together.” I nod to him and he nods with me. “Let’s get through this dinner.” he exhales and starts making dinner again. 

“Thank you.” he kisses me quickly and then begins to finish up dinner. We bring the food out to the dining room and his family begins to filter in. He pulls out my chair for me and sits next to me. 

“This looks divine, Aemond. Thank you.” Alicent hums. 

“Such talent.” Viserys nods before serving himself. The talk is scarce around the table. We all focus on our meal much to my relief. I can feel how uncomfortable Aemond is next to me and I wish I could wrap this dinner up quicker. 

“I can take everyone’s plates.” Aemond stands abruptly next to me. 

“I can help you.” I smile softly up to him before I stand. I see his nostrils flare as I start to collect the plates. We walk to the kitchen in silence and he starts to silently wash the dishes and then hands them to me. 

“Your sauce was perfect. That was probably the best pasta I've ever had.” I grab the pan and start to dry it. 

“Thank you.” he turns the sink off and looks at me. “I want to tell them to leave.” he sighs, drying his hands before offering me the towel.

“Then tell them to leave.” I look up to him nodding my head. I can tell how uncomfortable he is and dinner is over so there’s no reason for them to stay. 

“Will you stay?” he searches my eyes. 

“Of course.” I nod my head pulling him against me. He leads me back out to the dining room and we sit back down and his family looks at us. “Well it’s getting late so..” he looks at his mother. 

“Oh, already?” she tilts her head at him. “I guess.” she half frowns and Viserys starts to push his chair back. 

“We can make more plans later on.” he clears his throat standing to walk them to the door. “Tonight was great. I wish I would’ve known you all were coming and so could’ve prepared more.” he offers them a tight lipped smile. 

“Lovely to meet you all.” I smile at them from Aemonds side as they make their way out. He shuts the door and clicks it locked and turns to me with a frown. “What can I do to make you feel better, sweet boy?” I pull him against me and his facial features start to soften. 

“I don’t know.” he shakes his head, hugging me closer. 

“Do you want me to make you some tea while you read?” I rub his back. He nods and I send him to the library while I make him tea. I finish  leaning up around the table and kitchen while the water boils. I mix in some honey and begin my way to him. I find him sitting up on the couch staring at the book in his hands. 

“I don’t want to read.” he looks up to me as I stand in front of him. 

“That’s okay.” I cup his cheek. “Do you still want your tea?” I ask softly. 

“Yeah.” I offer it to him and he takes a couple drinks before placing it back on the table and looking back up at me. “I just- I don’t know.” he looks away from me and I cup his face. 

“It’s okay.” I nod my head encouraging him to tell me what he wants. 

“I just want to be held.” his voice barely audible and my heart hurts at his words. 

“Of course, sweet boy.” I pull him up and lead him to his room. Once we enter I bring him to the bed and he stops us and starts to pull off my clothes. I help him remove his and he pulls off his eye patch. We crawl into bed and he lays his head against my chest. 

“I’m sorry.” he mumbles against my skin. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” I brush my fingers through his hair. His hold on me tightens and I run my other hand down his jaw. He nestles into my chest and I wrap my arms around him holding him against me. A sigh falls from my lips as he presses small kisses against my warm skin. As his hips brush against me I feel his hardening length press against my leg. 

“Let me take care of you.” I hum and he looks up at me. 

“Please,” his eye locks on me. I swipe my thumb against his leaking tip and he sighs against me. My fingers ghost along his length and he sucks a nipple into my mouth. I gasp as his tongue swirls around me and I wrap my fingers around his base. He leaks more and I use it to help my hand glide against him. I slowly start to pump him while keeping my other arm wrapped around him. 

“Doing so good for me.” I kiss his forehead moving my hand faster. He whines against my chest pressing his teeth into me. My hand slides past his base and he gasps against my skin jerking up into my arm. “It’s okay, just let go.” I murmur into his hair while I wrap my fingers around him once more. 

“I wanna- I wanna come inside you, please,” his voice wrecked as he looks up at me. I lay him back on the bed and straddle him. I slowly sink down onto him and he shakes beneath me. 

“You feel so good.” I rock my hips against him and his hands rest on my thighs. I start to move up and down on him pulling gasps from my own mouth. He cups my breasts as I move and lifts up to suck my nipple back into his mouth. “Aem,” my voice starts to break and I chase my high. I grind down against him and the friction has me pulsing around him. He fills me in the same moment with his teeth latched on to me. He licks against his bite mark and lays me down on his chest. 

“Can I just stay inside?” he whispers in my hair, trailing his fingers down my spine. I nod my head and we begin to hold and caress one another whispering sweet words. 

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[wormdevourer]

I’m bored out of my mind rn so I’m writing these >:)

𝓗𝓢𝓡 𝓗𝓔𝓐𝓓𝓒𝓐𝓝𝓞𝓝𝓢

𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙴

-loves warm things in the winter, like blankets and hot cocoa

-secretly enjoys watching cheesy movies

-doesn’t see the point in technology (but he’ll gladly play games with Silver Wolf if his hand stops hurting)

-he acts like he doesn’t like touch, but he’s actually very touch-starved,,, bro just wants a hug :(

-styles his hair in his room and never tells anyone (like a ponytail or a bun…)

-I feel like he would like v flower idk why

-despises pop music

-listens to murder mystery podcasts to cheer himself up

𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙰𝚈

-loves to play the piano and violin

-on that note, loves classical music

-he and robin do karaoke a lot (she gets him to sing taylor swift songs, and her own songs)

-loves honey and tea (loves honey in his tea, too)

-lowkey reminds me of aqua from oshi no ko

-has trouble focusing/sitting still (that refined persona is not fooling anyone, son)

-spends a lot of money on keeping his hair perfect

-he’s kinda scared to get older :(

𝙱𝙾𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙻

-obviously he’s obsessed with cowboy movies

-if something isn’t colored red, black, or gray, he won’t wear it

-would let you braid his hair

-does crazy dangerous stunts during missions because ‘they can’t hurt me, I’m a fudgin’ cyborg!’ 💀

-loves indiana jones movies

-would go to the mall w dan heng

-if you ever showed him the grand canyon he’d incessantly beg to go there (idk why I just get the vibes 💀)

-yeeeeeeehaw

𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙴

-very protective

-lets you brush his hair

-always smells good (it’s that expensive perfume)

-gives you his coat when you’re cold (cheesy but I feel like he would lmao)

-when he’s bored at work he watches internet dramas play out

-would totally call his friends ‘girlypop’

-‘fuh-riend’

-really really really loves sleepovers (especially the pillow forts and the painting each others’ nails)

who should I write about next?? >:3

[sturniolo-rat]

A Very Matt Morning 2

Matthew Sturniolo X Reader

Part 1

A/N: listen, part one has exactly 15 notes rn and that’s more than I expected so I will treat you to part 2. This is the sexy part get ready, bby. Also don’t @ me because you don’t think all this can go down in 36 minutes. This piece is auto biographical if you’re a pro lots can happen in 36 minutes. This 100% isn’t proofread.

Contains: big time smut, silly goofy!matt, oral, fingering, p in v sex, lots of dialogue

TW: mentions of working an office job🤢

In which Matt wakes up y/n the right way to prep her for her big day of working at her big girl job.

Five minutes later the order confirmed and set to arrive in 36 minutes. “Just enough time to wake you up the right way” Matt whispers in y/n’s ear.

Y/n releases a frustrated groan “But I should really dressed and I have to respond to this email real quick”. She knows that even waiting for the coffee she’s cutting it close to being late.

“Hush, baby” he touches his finger to her lips. She’s being entirely too reasonable right now but Matt knows what she needs. She has the whole rest of her work day to be responsible and boring. He runs his hand up her thigh and under the extra large t-shirt she uses as pajamas. It’s not his though because he’s actually quite small with a slutty little waist. She stole from an ex boyfriend of hers. Matt doesn’t mind though because one day he’s going to marry her and everyone else will fall away. “I’m just going down here. Don’t worry about what I’m doin. Just take out your phone and answer that little email, okay?”

“Okay” she exhales softly and takes her phone from the bedside table. Rachel from accounting should really learn how to do her fucking job. She’s distracted as he shoves his hand between her legs, covering her heated center with his palm, squeezing gently. He always does this before sex It’s almost like gentle greeting or a quiet hello. Arching her back, she plasters myself into his hand, searching for more contact. "Mmm. I like that."

He strokes her slit through her panties, drawing an oval around it with his finger without actually touching it. Maybe it was because his touch was unhurried, fleeting, and designed to drive her wild, but her panties dampened. Y/n was going through the sweetest of tortures.

“No no, Sweetie. Just write your little email.”

She hits him in the head “How can you expect me to write a clear concise professional email under these conditions.”

He lets out a chuckle “Hey don’t sway me on the head. I’m trying to give you head down here.” He trails kisses up her inner thigh all the way up until he’s nearly where he needs to be. “I can’t give you head if my head hurts. Did you know that?” He does the same to her other thigh “You’re the reason I have to carry around ibuprofen for when I’m ready to be a munch.”

She laughs and her legs shut closed. They weren’t fully open to begin with. She’s still holding onto the idea that she’ll get up and get ready when she finishes her email. “Oh shut up. You love me.”

“Come on, spread your legs.” He coos in a sing song voice. “What… is she shy this morning.” He peppers y/n’s stomach with kisses. “Did you wake up with stage fright… is your pussy anxious?” He teases and she hits him again. “Hey hey cut that out”

He leans in close to her pussy and whispers “Hey, Darlin, I know right she’s sitting there trying to close you off from me. You and I have such a special bond and…”

Y/n raises her voice “Are you talking to my coochie!?”

He looks up at her “Yes, yes I am talking to your coochie. What do you want… this is an A B conversation… C your way out of it and finish your email.” She does as she’s told but he lowers his head and picks up where he left off. “She’s so fucking rude. Like I’m trying to have a conversation… women am I right.” At this point y/n has let her guard down completely and opens her legs for him to have his silly little conversation.

Finally after all his hard work Matt is able to kiss her pussy. He starts off light and gradually gets rougher until his tongue is swirling around her clit. She likes to watch his mouth move. His jawline looks so sharp against the softness of her thighs. He reaches a hand up to massage her breast while the other snakes around her thigh to rest on her tummy. He loves the taste of her and the tenderness of her skin. Y/n’s hands find their way to his head and her fingers tangle into his hair. She’s grinding her pussy onto his lips. To him if feels more like she’s grinding his face into her pussy but that’s neither here nor there.

She’s moaning uncharacteristically loud and he knows it’s time to start licking and teasing her entrance. Y/n knows he’s about to finger her and as if on cue she opens her mouth right as he moves his hand from her breast and puts his middle and index finger in her mouth. He lists his head to say “You’re gonna get these fingers nice and wet for me, Okay.” She nods her head still sucking on his fingers. He lets her suck longer than usual thinking about how her lips would feel around his hard cock. When Matt can focus again he pulls his fingers back and slowly pushes his middle finger into her hole. He groans out of sheer horniness “Oh, come on, you’re sooo tight right now… is she still shy. Fine, hold on, I’ll to talk to her again.” He works his finger in and out of never pushing it in past the knuckle. “ Hey, Lovie, I know it’s really early and obviously you’re having a bit of performance anxiety but you and I know each other. We get along, right? Don’t close me out. Don’t be shy with me.” His finger pushes in just a little bit farther with every thrust until she can take his whole finger. “There we go, baby.” He looks up to y/n “You see, Honey, her and I have reached an understanding.”

Fingering her like this without touching her clit is torturous. She can’t orgasm without clitoral stimulation but it feels good it’s basically like perpetual edging. And he’s making it worse by moaning along with her as if he’s getting off on her pleasure. “Oh yes, oh you are so fucking tight. I am going to lose my mind the moment my tip goes in. Don’t get mad at me if I come right away, okay? I’ll just keep going. You know how much I like to fuck the cum into you.”

“Oh my god!” Y/n says in complete and utter shock as she wacks his head. “That’s too horny for this early in the morning!” She hits him again “Also suck my clit you dickhead!”

“Ouch! Im sorry. Im just havin a little fun! And I’ll get to your clit in a minute” Matt says then goes to do what he was told. He sucks entirely too softly but very passionately. “ Can you take two fingers for me, baby?” She shakes her head. She’s never been one to talk during sex but fuck. Matt does it so well. Matt’s second finger slips in so easily “Oh good girl. That’s more like it one of that being shy bullshit.” His fingers moved faster within her and she moaned as they curled at just the right angle to make her writhe on the bed, panting and moaning. Then he finally does it. He absolutely devours y/n’s clit with his sucking, licking, and moaning. She could feel herself approaching the edge and so could he. “You’re already there, Baby. Come on, cum for me.”

She shoves his face back into her pussy “Shut up and keep sucking!” All this talk is so hot but it sure as shit does feel better than cuming. Her thighs quaked, bracketing his ears. Her fingers in his hair, tugging viciously. Matt went harder, rougher, latching on to one of her tits through her top and pinching her nipple. Her eyes popped open and looked at him behind a curtain of innocent lust. The climax seized every muscle in her body head to toe. An odd sensation-of floating in warm water-conquered her. She rocked back and forth against his face, unraveling inch by delicious inch.

“Do you feel awake now, Darlin?” He says with a grin.

Y/n sighs with a laugh “Yes, Matty baby, I am very much awake.”

“Can you keep going? Or is that too much for you?”

“Oh course I can. After my super awesome morning orgasm I can do almost anything.” She jokes but she also genuinely feels that way. Maybe her day won’t be so bad.

Matt moves so that he’s above her using his hands to hold himself up. She squeaks, hips bucking slightly, and feels his hardness press up against her inner thigh. He reaches his hand down to rub his cock against her sensitive folds, and she releases a gasp at the sensation.

“I knew from how fucking wet you felt.” He groans as he pushes himself in farther. “You would milk my fucking dick but Jesus Christ” She gasps slightly, her cheeks reddening at the feeling of arousal welling up within her at his words. He bottoms out with moan from deep in his chest. She feels so full and whole. Slowly he starts to fuck her. Each thrust eliciting a whiny bordering on pathetic moan from him. He really isn’t going to last long.

Her legs wrap around him and pull him close. “Fuck that’s not fair you can’t pull me into you like that.” It’s so tight and warm inside her cunt it feels like a second home. His thrusts get sloppier and more needy as he approaches his climax. “Look at me. Look me in my fucking eyes while I fill you up.” She looks at him with pleading eyes. She really wants to watch him cum and watch his face twist in pleasure and pain as he continues to fuck her with his overstimulated cock.

He comes with a powerful grunt but he keeps up his pace and doesn’t stop bucking into her until hurts more than it feels good. He collapses on top of y/n and she kisses him on the forehead. “Do YOU feel awake now, Darlin?”

“Could take on the world, my love.”

They sit there cuddling for a while until she gets an email from work. There’s more bullshit to respond to and a world or responsibilities to get back to. Matt however is asleep. It seems he did not in fact feel awake. Y/n leaves him to his sleep and prepares for work. When she finally opens the door to leave there are two Dunkin’ coffee cups sitting on the welcome mat outside.

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pls give me feedback. Like should I do the thing where they make the dialogue different colors? Or maybe should I write in a different pov? Any other suggestions?

[pebbleheartcat]

Ouh my god I haven’t posted anything of my own in sooo long… have this doodle of David as the Identity V hunter Night watch/Ithaqua!! These characters don’t fit each other in the slightest I’m just really fixated on both idv and drdt rn and drew this when I got super bored

(Psst!!!! If you know one of the medias but not the other, I’m begging you to check the other out… both are rlly good!!)

Edit: I SWEAR ILL MAKE REAL POSTS SOON October has been so busy for me 😭😭

[messrmoonyy]

You are nearly single handedly carrying the Tess x reader portion of this website and I thank you so dearly for that and I love all of your stuff

Listen I know it’s the apocalypse and all that they are dealing with, but would you be comfortable doing a Tess fic where she has a strap? Tess and Joel are smugglers so it’s POSSIBLE she could get one…. Right? Right. I’m just going to live in my bubble where it’s possible….

The calm within the storm

Tess Servopoulos x fem!reader

A/n- oh my dear sweet anon. Firstly, thank you for reading and requesting! Secondly. Lord. Have a been waiting for someone to fucking request this I have been waITING. I didn’t intend to post this today but. I just- no words. Feral. I was fucking feral writing this. I need this woman. Rn. Immediately. I was going to post at the end of the week and it wasn’t gonna be this but I just have to get this out there so. Here it is. Also. I think this could technically be a slightly younger Tess cause I kinda made her a lil bit soft

Warnings- 18+ || Tess. It’s basically just pure filth tbfh. Plot? What’s a plot. Smut: use of toys, fake p in v ( reader receiving ) , fingering ( reader receiving), tess being the god of praise as she always is, use of the term ‘ good girl ‘, light Dom/sub roles, Tess refers to the toy as hers if you get my drift 👀💀, reader low-key in a subspace, crying, overstimulation if you squint,

Word count- 5.2k of filth

Masterlist - Tess requests open

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated

Rain was hammering against the window panes, so hard you almost worried that the glass might break. The entire QZ was practically on lockdown, a severe storm warning meaning that everyone was being told to stay indoors. The only people really out on the streets below were FEDRA officers, if you focused hard enough you could occasionally see a black speck moving on the street below through the blur of the rain.

You and Tess had debated attempting to head out anyway, but with no one around to blend in with it made things harder. And the officers were clearly pissed about standing out in a storm all day, they’d be far too trigger happy.

So you were stuck inside. Which wasn’t particularly a bad thing, you loved being alone with Tess. But sitting with so much stuff in your stash and unable to go and sell it was enough to put you both a little on edge.

Joel didn’t seem fazed at all. In fact he’d told you both to leave him alone and you knew he’d just be spending the entire time blackout drunk. Or so off his head on pills that he probably didn’t even know what day it was. Which was starting to look like a decent idea for yourself too.

But Tess seemingly had other ideas.

“ I’m so fucking bored “ you sighed, following a drop of rain as it ran down the glass. Tess appeared behind you, arms looping around your waist and chin propped on your shoulder. You leant back into her embrace with another sigh “ I might go piss off Joel just for something to do “ Tess scoffed and pressed her face against your neck, nuzzling her nose at the underside of your jaw.

“ I have a better idea to keep you entertained “ she whispered, pressing a soft trail of kisses across your neck.

“ you’ve got a one track mind “ you felt her smile against your skin and tighten her grip around you, tilting your head a little so she had more access to your neck.

“ you say it like it’s a bad thing “

“ Hm never said that “ her hand slipped under your shirt making you shiver as her cold fingers trailed their way upwards “ cold hands “ she smiled again and stopped her assault on your neck for a moment.

“ I have a surprise for you “ you turned in her embrace, folding your arms across your chest.

“ I hate surprises “ you stated. Because you did. And she knew you did.

“ you’ll like this one. Go sit down. On the bed “ your brow furrowed in mild annoyance but then you sighed, deciding to indulge her. Last time she’d told you she had a surprise for you it had been a crappy T-shirt, one of the cheesy joke kind. A frog printed on the front with the words ‘ okey- Croakey! ‘ above its head. You’d lost against her in a game of cards and she’d forced you to wear it for the whole day.

She’d found the entire thing hilarious. As did Joel. You? Not so much.

You sat down and watched as she rummaged around in her backpack by the door.

“ what are you doing? This better not be another fuckin frog shirt “ she pulled something in a little black bag from her backpack with a proud look on her face, turning to you with a slightly mischievous look in her eye “ what? “

“ unfortunately it’s not a frog shirt- which I have noticed has mysteriously vanished by the way “ your brow furrowed again, confusion painting across your features as she rose to her feet and made her way over to you. She sat down next to you and you waited with a raised brow as she pulled at the drawstring “ now don’t freak out. I know what you’re like “

You thought of a few variations of what could possibly be in the bag. But the actual answer wasn’t even close. Not even remotely.

You couldn’t help the laugh that left you. Some mixture of shock, confusion and intrigue mingling into a slightly manic sound.

Only Tess would smuggle a fucking strap on back into the QZ.

“ what the fuck Tess “ she was smiling like the cat that got the cream. Thoroughly proud of herself for finding it and managing to get it back home without you finding it.

“ I want to fuck you with it “ there she was, always one for being direct.

“ where did you even fuckin find this?“

“ last time we were in Lincoln. Turns out that house we stay in? Two Women owned it. Must be something in the fucking water in that town “ you laughed again at that, still completely baffled by the entire situation “ whole drawer full of shit. This looked the most interesting though, you ever use one?”

“ I’m gonna let you answer that for yourself “ your eyes glanced up at her face for a moment “ have you? “

“ once or twice “ you looked at the mildly offensive looking thing in her hands, curiously eyeing the size of it and mentally trying to guess if it would hurt. The most you’d ever taken was Tess’ fingers and two of them was usually a sufficient amount, 3 if she was feeling particularly cruel. It was a pastel purple which was quite the relief really. It didn’t look real. Less scary than it probably was.

“ Tess I don’t know if I can fit- Jesus Christ “

“ I’ll get you ready… if you don’t want to we don’t have to. It was just an idea “ you didn’t want to disappoint her and you knew she’d never even dare to pressure you into something. You tried to think about it, knowing she wouldn’t let it hurt you. She’d never hurt you. And if you thought about it, this was truly as close as you could ever possibly get to her, your bodies completely connected.

It made your cheeks burn again.

“ it won’t hurt? “ she shook her head, scooching a little closer to you and tucking her fingers under your chin, turning you to look at her.

“ okay well. Maybe a tiny bit just at first. But then it’ll be good. I’ll get you ready. I promise. You think I’d ever do anything to hurt you? “

“ no “ you said immediately, there was nothing in this world you were more certain of. She’d never hurt you.

“ then… what do you say? Wanna try? “ the idea was growing on you you couldn’t lie. You weren’t exactly a stranger to letting Tess have complete and utter control of you, and this seemed like the ultimate surrender to her power. To have her in you. Filling you. Reaching parts of you she’d never been able to before.

You shuffled slightly trying to ignore the uncomfortable damp feeling between your legs.

“ so you’re gonna- you wear it? “

“ mhm “

“ will you feel good too? “ you know she wasn’t really one for being touched. Always the one doing the touching rather than letting you touch her. She’d always been the same. But you were curious.

“ you know I get off on making you feel good “ her voice had taken on that low and sultry tone that went straight to your core and you let out a shaky breath “ but I’ll feel a little something. Some friction you know? But don’t worry about me. This is for you “ she brushed your hair away from your shoulder, her lips returning to their earlier assault.

Your clit felt like it had its own fucking heartbeat, throbbing at the thought of your girlfriend nailing you into the mattress like that.

“ fuck okay “ it came out a little more breathy than you had intended, and she seemed throughly pleased with herself. She smiled again, teeth nipping lightly at your skin in a way that made your breath quicken.

“ just think how fuckin pretty you’re gonna look “ she whispered in your ear, one hand sliding over your thigh and squeezing softly “ gonna look so good taking my cock aren’t you baby? “ her hand slipped past the waistband of your leggings, smirking when she pressed against the soaked patch of your underwear.

“ Jesus Christ Tess “

“ I’ve barely even touched you and look at you “ your hand flew to grab at her wrist as she pushed a finger between your drenched folds, already wound ridiculously tight. Already sensitive. And it was almost embarrassing. Because she had barely touched you, and there you were soaking through your panties.

She used her spare hand to cup your face, bringing you in to kiss her in a way that seemed far too tender for her. That felt too innocent compared to the way her finger was slowly circling your clit.

She pushed lightly at your shoulder and you took the hint, shuffling up the bed and letting her lay you back. Her lips didn’t leave yours once, quite the opposite. They became a little more forceful, hungry. Your entire body felt like it was burning up, nervous energy buzzing through every single nerve ending. Every single place that her body was touching yours was ablaze, electric. Alive.

She pulled herself away and smiled as you tried to chase after her lips, drunk on the taste of her. Your hand reaching out for her neck, attempting to pull her back down but she simply took your hand in hers. She pressed a kiss to your knuckles and then placed it back down.

“ patience baby. I need to get you ready okay?” You nodded, ready to do whatever she asked of you with a split second of notice. She sat back and made quick work of ridding you of your leggings and underwear, then your shirt, leaving you completely exposed under her gaze.

In the past you had felt almost scrutinised under your lovers gaze. But never with Tess. It was impossible to feel even remotely self conscious when she was looking at you like that. Like she was going to absolutely devour you any second. Like no other woman existed on the face of the earth.

She seemed almost desperate to touch you as her head found itself between the valley of your breasts, kissing at every inch of skin she could see.

She was working you up, getting you as relaxed as she possibly could. And you were more than willing to let her, sighing in bliss as her hands and lips wandered. You felt like putty in her hands, soft and malleable to whatever she wanted to do you. Sucking and licking, teeth grazing and nipping as her hand continued it’s way downwards.

You couldn’t help squirming around under her touch and she held a hand to your hip in some attempt to keep you in place, pushing you back down as you pushed your hips up against her thigh in some attempt to get a little friction.

“ Tess- “

“ patience “ she said again with a kiss to your cheek, you huffed in annoyance and she tutted and shook her head “ so fuckin impatient today “ but she clearly wasn’t in much of a mood to keep you waiting really.

She slipped two fingers into you embarrassingly easy, in no mood to take it slow with you. Desperate to have you ready for the toy sitting at the foot of the bed still. She set a steady pace, the sopping sound making your cheeks flush bright red. It was embarrassing how wet you got for her, and how fast.

“ that’s it, need you nice and wet for me “ you pushed yourself against the heel of her hand, searching for some pressure on your throbbing clit. And she let you for a few moments, her teeth nipping at the skin of your neck now, leaving a trail of bruises blossoming in her wake.

You attempted to keep your moans to yourself, failing as usual, as she gently began scissoring her fingers inside you. She watched your face intently as she did, checking that everything she was doing was okay. She was always the same. No matter how bossy or controlling she could be in bed, she never actually wanted to do anything you didn’t like. Your pleasure was always the most important thing to her.

“ don’t you dare come “ she said lowly, noticing the way you’d increased the speed you were grinding your hips up into her hand “ don’t you fucking dare “ it was near impossible not to when her hands were working pure magic between your legs. Your chest heaved in heavy breaths in some hope it would stave your orgasm off.

But Tess knew your body too well. Knew what every single reaction and sound meant, probably better than you did yourself if you were honest. So she knew your tricks and she didn’t want you coming yet. So she simply removed her fingers.

You felt too empty as she withdrew her fingers but before you could begin to complain she was coaxing them into your mouth. She watched you in awe as you sucked on her fingers, your mouth flooding with your own taste.

“ that’s it. Good girl “ she swatted at your thigh lightly with her other hand when she spotted you attempting to rub your thighs together for some relief, giving you a look of mock disappointment “ what did I just say? Do as you’re told “ when she deemed her fingers clean enough she got up from the bed, picking up the toy. You felt too embarrassed to watch her, instead focussing on the ceiling and hoping your cheeks weren’t too red.

You mentally tried to prepare for the sight. The feeling. The intrusion. But found that yes, you were a little scared still, but also incredibly excited.

You felt the bed dip as Tess climbed back on the bed, her warm hands gently pushing your legs apart as she sat herself between them. You chanced a look at her, propping yourself up on your elbows.

It looked a little less intimidating on Tess than it did when she’d first showed it to you. It almost made you laugh at how you’d been scared, but now you were unbelievably curious over anything else. And embarrassed. Incredibly fucking embarrassed.

Which was silly. It was Tess. Just Tess.

You dropped back onto the mattress and covered your face with your hands, an embarrassed groan muffled by your palms. Tess chuckled and you felt her lean down over you, pulling one of your hands away gently

“ y/n “ she was smiling at you as she peeled your other hand away “ Embarrassed? “ she said with a slight teasing tone to her words and you turned your head away, attempting to hide your face in the pillow “ hey hey. No. Eyes on me, look at me “

“ it’s embarrassing “ you said with a little laugh and she rolled her eyes, smile tugging at her lips.

“ I’ve fucked you plenty of times before”

“ not like this “ she brushed your hair away from your face and her eyes scanned over your features.

“ we don’t have to do- “

“ no. No I want to. Jesus do I want to “ you said maybe a little too fast, a little too desperate.

“ okay then. You ready baby? “ it was mildly pathetic how scared you actually were all of a sudden. It was Tess. Your Tess. You had nothing to be worried about “ baby? “

“ yeah “ you breathed out “ yeah. Yeah I’m ready “ you watched her as she licked the palm of her hand before she reached down between you, watching her fingers wrap around the toy. Your cheeks were on fire again, it was practically indecent the way your stomach fluttered at the sight. You craned your neck to watch, gasping as you felt the cool silicone brushing between your folds.

“ hey, eyes up here. Look at me “ your eyes snapped up to meet hers, relaxing a little immediately “ that’s it. Keep looking at me okay? “ you gave a small nod, trying to keep your breathing steady. It hitched in your throat as she brushed the toy lightly over your already sensitive clit “ breathe. If you need to stop you tell me okay? “

“ yes “ you whispered, arousal and desire beginning to cloud your thoughts.

She sat back up, pulling you closer by your hips.

“ spread your legs for me, that’s it keep them there “ she soothed her hands over your thighs for a moment, smirking at the sight of the remaining bruises left there from the other day.

She was incredibly possessive. Always had been. She loved nothing more than littering your skin with marks from her teeth or her fingers. You were hers. No one else’s.

You heart was hammering in your chest as she returned to her teasing, dragging the purple silicone up and down your cunt. It sent a shiver down your spine every time she caught your clit and it only made her smirk. You even found yourself bucking your hips up for more after a minute or so, unashamedly desperate for her to just give you something. Anything.

“ where’s this enthusiasm come from?” She teased and you could do nothing but squirm under her gaze, a pathetic whimper of a sound leaving your throat. It just made her smug look grow even more “ do you want it? “

“ yes “ she had this ridiculous skill of getting you wound up like that, to the point where you felt like an animal in heat. Desperate for whatever relief she would honour you with “ please Tess”

When she deemed the tip wet enough she positioned it at your entrance

“ it might hurt a tiny bit. Breathe through it, relax “ you nodded and she kept her eyes right on yours as she gently pushed into you, eyes scanning your own to look for any sign you no longer wanted it. Your own eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of the unfamiliar intrusion “ that’s it. Good girl you got it “ She entered you ridiculously slowly, allowing only the tip to push past the restriction of your entrance.

She took her time. Easing into you inch by inch, one hand on your hip to keep you in place. Her eyes fluttered between your face and your cunt, wanting to make sure you were okay but clearly also mesmerised at the sight of the toy slowing vanishing inside of you.

She held it there for a few moments, waiting for you to give her the go ahead to keep moving and letting you adjust to the unfamiliar girth inside of you.

“ Jesus fucking Christ “ you breathed out, trying to get used to the odd sensation and the slight burn at your entrance as you attempted to stretch to the size.

“ you okay? “ you nodded your head rapidly, eyes still clenched shut. It was almost overwhelming, how unbelievably full you felt. How deep she seemed to be inside you “ do you need me to stop?” Her hand cupped your face gently and she rubbed soft circles into your skin, coaxing you to open your eyes “ baby you need to talk to me “

“ no no it’s just- it’s a lot. Let me just- “ you took another deep breathe, unable to stop your squirming as your walls clamped down around the thickness of the toy “ okay. Okay I’m good “

She pulled almost completely out, pushing back in until the toy filled you completely again. She remained at a slow pace at first, hands holding your hips firmly as your back arched off the mattress.

“ fuck “ she said under her breath, looking down at you like you were the most incredible thing she’d ever laid her eyes on “ you know how pretty you look right now? “ you’d already slipped past the point of forming coherent sentences, your brain filled with nothing but how unbelievably full you felt. How with every thrust she made it seemed to hit a part so deep inside you, that you hadn’t even been entirely aware even existed.

You needed more. So much more.

“ can you- faster. Tess. Please I just- more “ your broken attempt at a sentence seemed to make some sense to her, her hands sliding over your legs again and settling back on your hips.

She picked up the pace, settling herself into a rhythm that had your breasts bouncing, a string of embarrassingly vulgar sounds leaving your throat. The room was filled with the sounds of you. Your moans. The ridiculously wet sound coming from between your legs. And Tess’ own heavy breaths.

It felt filthy. But in the greatest way.

“ look at you “ she she said with more joy on her face than you’d ever seen, smiling down at you as your hands twisted into the bed sheets and you attempted to muffle your moans in your pillow “ look so fucking good taking my cock don’t you? Huh? “

“ Tess “ you whined her name at the poor indecency of her words, ears ringing as you tried to focus on staving off your orgasm as long as possible. But it was near impossible. All you could think about was the bruising sensation of the toy pressing hard against your cervix with every single thrust she offered you.

“ doing so well “ she praised “ taking me so well “ you were chasing your orgasm now, knowing you wouldn’t actually get it until she said you could. But you were going to try either way.

You moved one hand down your body, circling the sensitive nub of your clit in a desperate attempt to get off.

“ I don’t remember saying you could touch yourself “ you held her eye contact in some way of being defiant, rubbing yourself faster even if just to prove a point “ are you that desperate?” She grabbed at your hand and you gasped as she moved back over you, pinning your hands down above your head “ I asked you a question “

“ please Tess “ you whimpered, wishing she could feel the way your cunt fluttered around the toy that was still buried inside you. She shifted her hips to press even further into you in a way that was almost painful, a squeak of a sound escaping you.

“ I thought you were being good “ your hands twisted in her grasp but she had always been stronger than you.

“ i- I am. I just need- please I need- “ Her eyes scanned your face for a few moments before seemingly deciding on something.

“ I got you “ she slipped out of you so suddenly it made you whimper at the loss “ be patient “ she smirked, kissing you in a way that took your breath away again. She pulled away far too quickly, making you chase after her lips again as she moved away. Which only made her laugh. You watched her carefully as she positioned herself sitting back against the headboard, beckoning you towards her with her fingers “ come here “

You didn’t need telling twice.

You were up and straddling her lap in a second, gasping when your sensitive cunt brushed against the now warm length of the toy.

“ you’re gonna be a good girl and ride me “ she instructed. And it was enough for another pathetic whine of a noise to leave your lips “ okay? “ you nodded, already reaching between you and wrapping your fingers around the now sticky silicone “ someone’s eager “ you nodded, brain too foggy to form a coherent thought never mind form a sentence “ Tell me “ she said, hands gripping tightly at your waist to stop you before you could go any further.

It was mean. To make you talk. To make you attempt to speak when your brain was absolutely frazzled, filled with nothing but a desperate aching need to be filled by her again.

“ Tess “ you whimpered in some hope she’d just feel sorry for you and not make you talk. Of course you weren’t going to get off that easy.

“ do as you’re fuckin told “ she nudged her fingers under your chin, an eyebrow raised “ come on. You can do it. Use your words “ she dragged her thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down and watching it snap back into place again with a smirk “ tell me how much you want it “

“ so bad “ you whispered, eyes closing and cheeks flushing with heat “ need you so bad Tess “ you didn’t need to look at her to know she had that stupid smug smirk plastered across her face, enjoying it far too much.

“ need what? “

“ fuck Tess “ you dropped your head to her shoulder and tried to clear the embarrassment and fog clouding your thoughts “ I can’t I- “

“ yes you can “ she cooed, a hand brushing over your hair “ one little thing and then you can fuck yourself on my cock again. Isn’t that what you want? “ you nodded weakly “ then be a good girl and tell me what you need “

“ need you to fuck me “ you whimpered into her neck “ please I need it so bad “ usually she’d had made you say it again. Say it louder. Repeat it until you were practically begging for your life for it.

“ good girl that wasn’t so hard was it? “ you took that as your go ahead, lifting yourself before sinking slowly back down with an almost dreamy sigh.

There was less restriction the second time around, the deliciousness of the stretch still there but the uncomfortable burn no longer present. You sank down until she completely filled you again and you were seated flush against her thighs.

The way Tess was watching you was enough to make you come on the spot. No one had ever looked at you like that. Like you were some mythical creature, a goddess walking amongst mortals. It spurred you on to put on a show for her.

“ and don’t you fucking come until I tell you “ she said with a warning squeeze to the flesh of your hips.

You anchored yourself with your hands on her shoulders, rising up again and setting yourself into a steady rhythm. It felt filthy. Entirely too erotic for you to even comprehend, the sweat making your skin slick as your thighs pressed against hers, sounds reminiscent of a fucking pornstar escaping your lips.

Her fingers were pressing harshly into your skin, guiding you up and down on the phallic shape between her legs, you knew you’d bruise tomorrow but you didn’t even care. You wanted her to bruise you. To mark you. You needed a lasting reminder of the moment, needed to be able to glance down at the purples and blues on your skin and feel the ache in your cunt.

You felt primal, completely and utterly consumed by the woman beneath you. the short and quick breaths leaving her everytime you dropped down, the harness clearly brushing wonderfully against her everytime, were like music to your ears.

“ you look so fuckin pretty like this “ she said for what felt like the millionth time, but you’d never get bored of it. She was a little breathless, her eyes not looking away from you for even a second “ you’re so fuckin good for me arent you baby? My good girl huh? “

“ yes “ you whined, rolling your hips in some attempt to rest your legs as your thighs began to burn with the effort. Her hands shifted to grab at the globes of your ass, urging you to slow down a little and go at the pace she wanted.

“ that’s it baby, like that. Just like that “ the all too familiar pressure in your belly was beginning to grow stronger by the second and you knew you didn’t have much left in you. Tess knew you far too well and even though she couldn’t feel the way you were squeezing around the toy, she clearly saw it in your face “ you want to come? “ you nodded your head, head falling back and eyes closing as she kept guiding your hips.

“ yeah. Yeah. I’m almost there but- I don’t think“ she gave a small nod, understanding and shifted herself under you a little so she had some leverage.

“ I got you. Don’t worry “ you gasped, the air leaving your lungs completely as she thrust up into you. The feeling all the more intense than the previous position, hitting a new spot inside of you that made you see stars.

“ fuck Tess “ you whined, eyes squeezing shut and head dropping to her shoulder. Her hand slipped between you, a squeal escaping your throat as she began circling your clit with her fingers.

“ you wanna come for me? Hmm? Gonna come all over my cock, huh? “ you couldn’t form words, desperate pathetic whines the only thing that would pass your lips. Her thrusts were so deep, so hard. It made your vision blur, tears stinging at the corner of your eyes “ look at me. Baby I need you to look at me “ you reluctantly lifted your head, your neck feeling as though it were made of lead. Your forehead pressed against hers and she increased the pace of her fingers against your clit, still slower than you wanted but you weren’t about to complain “ you know what you need to do if you want to come baby. Don’t you? “

You nodded weakly, tears now slipping across your cheeks at the sheer overwhelming feelings she was eliciting in you. It was almost too much and not enough at the same time “ ask me “ she said even though you already knew you had to. It was stupid of you to ever think she’d let you even think about coming without getting her permission first. You just hoped she wasn’t going to make you wait any longer, silently praying that she was in a generous mood.

“ please can I come? “ you sobbed, teetering on the brink and just needing her little push to send you over the edge.

“ go ahead baby. Come for me “ it was instantaneous. The most powerful orgasm of your life knocking the breath from your lungs, nails digging into her shoulders in way you were certain was drawing blood. Tess whispered praise in your ear as your body shook on top of her, moaning so loudly they’d probably hear you on the other side of the zone.

Her words stuttered a little as you came through the latter end of your orgasm and you got the feeling your squirming around had been enough to push Tess over too. She wasn’t even remotely as loud as you. In fact it was a miracle if she ever made any noise at all above stuttered breaths.

You sat in silence for a few minutes, catching your breath and letting the fog clear from your mind. Tess pressed soft kisses to your cheeks, erasing the tears that had fallen from your eyes in the softest way possible. The hand that had been firmly gripping your hip, now trailing softly up and down your spine.

“ you did so good “ she said softly “ knew you would “ you hummed an answer cupping her face in your hands, placing a kiss to her forehead, her nose, her lips “ are you okay? “

“ so fucking okay. Jesus “ she smiled and kissed you again, before gently easing the toy out of you, hushing you gently when you flinched at the feeling.

“ you okay to move? “

“ my legs are fucking dead “ you said with a giggle that made her laugh too, shaking her head slightly. She wrapped her arms around your waist and shifted you to snuggle into her chest

“ that’s okay we can stay here “ one of her hands came up to cradle your head, holding you close to her “ we need to take another trip to Lincoln soon. I wanna see what else is in that fucking drawer “

All you could do was laugh.

[thivell]

Sharing Some OCs

Hi hey! I have uhh… a Jedi and a handful of half baked clone sketches I did when I was bored (there’s a few more but post is already long)

also this is a real long post and I apologize

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Jedi OC

Dunno how effective his pole staff works but hey it’s cool and does exist canonically -

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Clones - most of my sillies are clones rn. Currently I’m working out a battalion that’ll be my little clone collection but I also have an oddball squad that’s a little mix of canonical characters and ocs

451st Battalion Clones

not all my babes are drawn out but a few are- they are incredibly rough though and we’re drawn when I was just finishing up the clone wars show

Commander Delgado/ CC-8933

Captain Maverick/ CT-4751

First Lieutenant Makeshift / CT-9663

Second Lieutenant Krypt / CT-5769

That’s it for my boys rn, but I’ll slowly start making my way through the rest of them- with my stuff still being fidgeted around I’ll most likely change the 451st boys into being 176th and go under my Jedi OC.

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Marines

I have two marines Port/CT-3742 and Starboard/CT-5065. They got their names because of the directions of the numbers (Port’s are all facing left and Star’s are mostly facing right). But what’s silly about them is they’re always on opposite sides with Starboard seen on the left of Port and vice versa especially when they walk. Why is that you ask? Well it’s because while most clones are ambidextrous they still have preferred hands; for Port that’s his right and for Starboard it’s his left. They’re both little shits that when combined make one half of a braincell and that’s all they got and they definitely gaslight the shinies into thinking they have port and starboard mixed up. They were based off of two orcas with the same names.

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Oddball Squad Clones

so the oddballs are essentially clones that look too different or are deformed due to genetic degradation, you can think of them as being like 99 but being the precursors to the bad batch. As stated earlier it’s a mix between canon and non canon clones. As of right now there are

Two canon clones - Captain Vaughn and Commander Blackout

I have not drawn Commander Blackout but he has aniridia which is an eye condition where there is little to no pupil in the iris, causing vision issues. For him it’s not too severe, he needs some corrective measures in his helmet but can see even without them, but he does have light sensitivity and often gets migraines due to fluctuating pressure changes behind his eyes. He also has incredibly dark eyes and blackout styled tattoos that start from his upper back then go down to his pecs and down his arms, also has some on his calves.

Vaughn I have drawn- he has vitiligo that in the photo mainly collects on his face with multiple different layers of different skin pigmentation showing, but it is a full body thing (it even goes to his hair). But it’s one of the main reasons he keeps his helmet it on for long periods of time

There’s 4 non canon clones right now: Whiteout, Zombie, Caid, and Discovery. Both Whiteout and Zombie have sketches but Discovery and Caid don’t.

Caid (Kade)

Caid’s thing is that he is completely mute due to the fact that his larynx never developed. He’s got some skin warping and scarring over his throat from it. He has quite of a few scars over his face and notably knuckles because he throws himself into every battle. He’s a little spicy and sassy. you can think of him as Bumblebee from the transformer series if you’ve seen that. Right now his backstory is a little wobbly but everyone in the oddball squad usually has multiple facets of training if they can. Caid mainly works as a nursery care taker and watching over the tubies and the other very young clones but he also goes on high stake reconnaissance missions to gather intel. The way he communicates is mainly though GHS (Galactic Hand Signing- my SW version of an international sign language) and he also has short field commands embedded into the com device in his vambrace (he usually has a data pad on him too to type out anything he needs).

Discovery

Discovery has two major deformities that affect his arms; his left arm barely ever developed and ends mid bicep and his right arm stops just after his elbow for a few inches. For this he was given cybernetic replacements but he’s mostly used as a lab rat for testing, he doesn’t like it but it hardly squashes his never ending child like curiosity with the world he’s been exposed to. Usually getting him in trouble with Vaughn and frequently visiting Whiteout, the medic.

Whiteout/ CT-8651

Whiteout has full albinism, from his skin to his eyes, and while they aren’t true twins- he and blackout consider themselves ones as they have been in the squadron the longest. Whiteout specializes in being a medic but also does pretty well with a sniper. He’s incredibly soft spoken and sweet and occasionally gets a stutter but he’s trying his best. Especially with Zombie watching over him now he feels safer to stand up for himself.

Zombie

now .. the zombie explanation has to be a little lighter for the sake of ages and tumblr. I cant sugar coat this exactly but I won’t go into the nasty details.. Zombie got his name dude to the fact he was put back together with parts that belonged to other squad members. It was a suicide mission and none of them came back alive but they were used in an experiment by one of Nala Se’s apprentices. He got his name zombie 1) from his lack of talking 2) his usually stone cold or mildly agitated exterior and 3) from the fact his scarring show off how he was literally stitched back together.

He wasn’t originally part of the oddball squad since on his original body his only odd thing was the fact he and green eyes but after he comes back he very quickly gets pulled into it. He has an absolute soft spot for Whiteout and is the equivalent to scary attack dogs with separation anxiety

Whiteout and Zombie as of right now will eventually be tagged on to 104th with Wolffe and Caid might be going into 212th or works mostly under them for missions.

that’s all for now lovelies, thank you for reading!💕

[mesaprotector]

Clarity trumps efficiency.

*I would've liked to write this essay to be understandable for someone without a programming/Linux background, but it was a bit too difficult. If you skip to the paragraph beginning with "...", it gets a bit easier from then on.

If you’ve ever written your own shell scripts you may have heard of the phrase “useless use of cat*”, or less tactfully, “cat abuse”. This refers to the practice, common among new shell script enthusiasts, of writing commands like “cat file.txt | grep name”, when “grep name file.txt” would serve perfectly well. Tools like shellcheck will bug you about it—along with similar constructions like “ps ax | grep Discord | wc -l” instead of “pgrep -c Discord”.

Well, I’m here to defend cat abuse! There are two arguments I see against the cat | grep construction, one of which is valid but situational, and the other of which is completely invalid. The former is that the extra pipe just adds additional overhead into the command. Yes, it does. And it’s unlikely to matter at all if you’re using it on 20KiB text files on a system built in the past 40 years; however, in production, when writing tools that need to be able to deal with arbitrarily large text files as efficiently as possible, sure.

The latter is “well, it’s just unnecessary”. I disagree. I think the cat | grep construction—along with similar such as grep | wc, ps | grep, ps | awk, and so on—serves a very important purpose in that it makes shell scripts easier to read, easier to modify, and easier to debug.

Consider this example from above:

ps ax | grep Discord | wc -l

Read the process table; filter for "Discord"; count the number of lines. It’s very atomic. Each operation can be swapped out for something else without confusing the reader. On the other hand:

pgrep -c Discord

Now, this does the same thing—counting the number of lines in the process table with "Discord" in them. It looks like only one operation... but it’s really still three in disguise. And worse, imagine you suddenly want to add another filter; sorting not only by Discord, but by processes that include the word “title”. This is not straightforward at all! It turns out that while regex has a standard way of searching for alternatives, it really does not provide an easy method for searching for BOTH of two words. On the other hand, with the atomic version, it’s easy:

ps ax | grep Discord | grep title | wc -l

Take that, “useless” use of cat.

There’s a broader meaning, though, to my statement of “clarity trumps efficiency”. I apply it to every aspect of use of electronics, from web searches to backup routines to yes, silly little shell scripts that use cat.

I use command aliases, but to a pretty limited degree; I avoid cutesy stuff like “ll” for “ls -l” and “yeet” for “pacman -Rns”, along with possibly-dangerous substitutions like “rm” for “rm -i”; I’d never dream of aliasing “nano” or “vi” to my preferred text editor (vim). I believe strongly that my commands should be transparent, and saving me from my own muscle memory once or twice is not worth making them completely opaque.

Tab completion on the other hand is one of my favorite features in the shell. It’s the perfect combination of transparent and convenient; without having to alias any of my application names or get hit by the information overload fuzzy finding gives you, I can still launch any of them in no more than four keystrokes. (Except audacious and audacity, admittedly.)

I use a floating window manager (Openbox), and when I need to briefly use a tiling layout, I have a very boring way of doing so: focusing each window one by one and moving it into the slot I want. (While holding down the Super/Windows key, 1-C-2-V does a basic left-right split.)

... I make some use of spellcheck on assignments to be turned in, but never autocorrect, which I abhor even in messaging apps. Every change to your inputs should be deliberate; otherwise you’ll never learn what you’re doing wrong, and you’ll never need to be precise because you’ve turned over that part of your brain to the algorithm.

This leads me to an important corollary of my principle: “it’s better to have a slow algorithm that you understand, than a fast one that you don’t”.

Satya Nadella’s vision of the PC of the future is one where you tell it what to do in natural language and it interprets that using LLMs and so on into machine instructions. Instead of viewing a PC as a toolbox you go into the workshop with, and work on projects with in certain defined ways, he wants the PC to be an assistant; you give the assistant directions and pray that it gets things right. Of course you aren’t allowed into the workshop with the tools anymore; that’s the assistant’s job!

Anyone who’s used Google Search over the past ten years knows how miserable this model is; you search for a specific phrase that Google “helpfully” corrects to something it thinks you meant. There was a learning curve to the old way, but once you learned how to state queries precisely, you were done; now you need to play psychologist, sociologist, and statistician all at once.

This is a decent part of why I dislike generative AI, though far from the main reason. I don’t want an opaque algorithm making decisions for me, unless those decisions are incredibly low-level stuff like core parking that no human should be directly involved with in the first place.

To get back to my own setup, I have a whole text file documenting the system maintenance process I go through once every month; most of it could be automated, but I make every step a deliberate choice. Not to go all new-age, but for me specifically—it all ties back in to mindfulness.

I think people have only a vague concept of what mindfulness is. Until two years ago or so, I was the same way. But to who I am now, mindfulness means not doing anything on autopilot. Instead of letting yourself half-doze off on a drive home, scarcely remembering the 20 minutes from the parking lot to the garage, be conscious of every turn. Instead of immediately putting on music and blocking out the world on a train ride to the next city, force yourself to be present in the train car, and notice the way the light reflects on the plastic seat two rows in front.

And to me, clarity in code, and in UX, is a part of this mindfulness. Programs that are easy to read, easy to modify, and easy to debug encourage you to look closer—to consider every atom that goes into their statements instead of taking them for granted. Slow algorithms that you understand can help you think of improvements; fast algorithms that you don’t encourage you to give up and leave the real thinking to someone else.

So write silly little shell scripts with five pipes in a single statement, and yes, that uselessly use cat. Rather than doing anything wrong—you’re allowing yourself and others to think, to try, and to improve.

[linked-through-the-centuries]

do you have any specific design choices in mind in order to distinguish between the different links?

I DO I DO, I’m just an awful artist so I can’t like… fully sketch out what I have in my brain but I can do my best to describe it!

Warriors: Would he even be HW Link without that damn scarf- It’s a staple part of who he is at this point, and it was a gift so of course he always has it. I haven’t done much to change what he wears, it’s very similar to the green tunic he wears in game, just with a lower cut V neck and the fabric of it reaches his knees. He has a few more “professional” looking outfits, he likes to dress nice and look presentable. Also I have designed him better boots because drawing his canon boots killed me. He doesn’t wear the blue earrings he did in game, he’s switched them out for gold ones

Tears: This guy’s wardrobe would have Warriors on the ground sobbing if the good captain ever caught the full extent of it. Tears likes to mix it up, wear new outfits, their favorite is the Frostbite Armor tunic with the strappy sandals you get at the beginning of totk, and he likes doing his hair nice, but that’s not always practical, so they have the hylian trousers and champion’s tunic that they wear most of the time. He also has multiple piercings, so they can wear more of their charmed earrings at once

Wolf/Twilight: Well right now he’s stuck as a wolf, but if he weren’t, he’d wear his Ordonian clothes. They’re comfortable for him, and they remind them of home (he really misses his family). He does still have his green tunic which is more comfortable to wear armor with, but again, he is stuck rn as a wolf so clothes are the least of his concerns. Tears saw he had pierced ears and gave him small earrings with guardian resistance

Sky: I’ve definitely redesigned his outfit in my mind quite a bit. I imagine he’s very attached to his green tunic, but I think he’d wear the red piece of his “casual clothes” (i don’t know what it’s called) over that. The sail cloth is wrapped around him kinda like a shawl. He has feather earrings from his loft wing, and he wears his blue earrings right above them (so he has two holes in each ear). Sky also has a tattoo that wraps around his right wrist (his sword arm), and it’s his loftwing’s wings

Tune: Another one I’ve redesigned a bit. He wears a loose fitting dark green tunic that he leaves incredibly loose around the neck, tucked into pants and belted. (Think William Turner from pirates of the Caribbean. There’s one specific outfit of his I’m thinking of, with the dark red shirt from I wanna say the third movie). He wears an eyepatch, and his hair is quite long and very curly, but he ties it up and out of his face. His hair also has several braids woven into it. He has a lot of piercings, several in his ears and an eyebrow piercing

Hyrule: Very similar to his in game design, simple green tunic with brown sleeves and brown pants. He doesn’t have much, but he likes his clothes. They’re a bit worn, so they have patches and places where embroidery covers small holes, and at this point he could afford to buy new clothes but he’s sentimental. Wears small gold hoops in his ears as a last resort to sell if he really runs out of rupees (it has never come to that)

Past: They have very long, bright pink hair that they sometimes tie up, but a lot of the time is just loosely braided to keep it out of their face. Down, it reaches just past his collar bones. He has a long green tunic that’s kind of dress-like, belted with a flashy belt, and wears shorts under it and then boots. The fabric of the tunic is a bit flowy like a dress as well, and Past has embroidered little patterns and flowers along the bottom hem. They got bored one day. They have a lot of earrings and necklaces, they like shiny things, and have a staff they claim is used to channel magic but really is just a fancy walking aid (he doesn’t need the staff to do anything magic related. It’s literally just cool to them and it also helps them walk when they need it)

Calamity: Champions tunic or full on soldier gear. He hasn’t learned to relax much, he’s always a bit stressed and he dresses to impress and to look “official”

Mask: He’s another one I took creative liberties with. He wears incredibly casual clothes, mainly a plain white linen shirt belted over plain brown pants, because he doesn’t want to be associated with the Hero of Time (which is he, he just won’t tell the others that) and he doesn’t own a whole lot of clothes. His hair is shoulder length and cut a bit choppily (he did it himself), and sometimes he pulls it back. He has simple but pretty blue earrings, which were a gift from Warriors for one of his birthdays during the war

Spirit: He wears his engineer’s clothes, they are usually covered in dirt or coal

Minish: He wears something VERY similar to his in game design, except I’ve also given him a small, darker green cape. He gets cold a lot, and he often wraps it tight around himself. He’ll also put the hood up sometimes to try to remind himself of Ezlo

One day I’ll have to get over my inability to draw and sketch these out, but for now I hope this works!! None of them wear the hats, those were just things they had for their adventures :)

If you have any more questions please ask them!! I would love to talk more about these guys I just literally don’t know what to say

[imageofvoid]

Did my v best in order to like not be extremely online during my recovery and I was doing okay until I stopped taking the antibiotics and now the wound is reopening and I’m starting to go insane bc I can’t like, do much and I’m SO bored and the scope of things I can do is so limited rn!!!!!

[hearts4werka]

| ☕️ - Announcement!

• hey if y’all could like send me ideas for head cannons or texts with… since I’m a bit bored rn and almost done with the first part of the drug dealer Chris fic I’ve been announcing so much lately I’m sorry if it won’t be what you guys expected or wanted it to be but I had to kinda educate myself on the drug dealer topic and since the girl is a gang member to kinda make her fit his persona or sum, it’s my first time writing drug dealer Chris that everyone loves and I hope you guys will like it when it comes out. Now if y’all could slide into my inbox and put some head cannon and texts with… ideas I would really appreciate it but only if you want to! (anon asks are turned on!)

& love and peace, V

[elementary-my-dear-daddy]

Earning Your Keep - Chapter 7 "Tempted to Tease"

Analogical (Virgil and Logan)

Read the previous chapter here or on AO3!

Chapter Summary: Time apart has Logan reaching out to Virgil. A dinner date full of teasing and bonding leads the two back to Virgil's to discuss their arrangement.

A week had passed since Logan’s last encounter with Virgil, where they’d established…what should he call it? Their new dynamic? He was a sugar baby now, sort of, and while he didn’t know exactly how this situation would play out, he knew he liked the time spent with the other. When Virgil sent him messages throughout the week asking how he was, if he was eating and getting enough sleep, and such, his heartbeat sped up at the sight of the notification. Despite this, a part of him was still concerned. No matter how many times Virgil reassured him, he worried about his jobs and making rent and the slew of problems he still had to deal with.

It was one day when his shift at work at the hotel had been slow and he found himself taking a moment to reach out to Virgil, a contrast to the other usually texting him first. He pulled out his phone and quickly typed up a message

L: [Good afternoon, Virgil. I have some time to myself right now, though I’m not sure for how long. I thought I might check in with you today.]

He swiped away the texting app and went back to what he normally did when he was bored, a simple solitaire game. He didn’t have much of a chance to play a match with Virgil replying nearly instantly. He opened it and read.

V: [That’s nice] V: [I’m at home chillin rn] V: [you at work?]

L: [Yes. I work all night.]

Logan glanced at the time on the computer in front of him, 4:37, another 6 hours on his shift. He would have groaned if he were alone at home, but his cold facade kept him from expressing his displeasure at how slow the time seemed to pass.

V: [That sucks] V: [I was thinking maybe I could take you to dinner again sometime soon] V: [If you want] V: [You don’t have to]

Logan rolled his eyes as he typed his reply. Sure, he only knew Virgil for a few weeks, but he could see how much of a worrywort the other was.

L: [What time would you like to meet?]

V: [I can pick you up tomorrow]

V: [When you get off work, if you want]

He thought about his schedule, dreading the shift at the cafe he worked at until around 8 tomorrow night. It would be a bit late, but he could stand to use the few hours he would’ve taken to decompress before he went to sleep to spend time with the other.

L: [Sure.]

After sending the address of the cafe, his phone pinged as soon as he set it down again. He didn’t find Virgil’s eagerness as off-putting as another man might, instead he found it almost endearing.

V: [See you soon :) ]

~~

Virgil continued the nasty habit of nervously biting his nails while waiting for Logan. He was fairly sure this was the right address, although he could have typed it in wrong, or somehow ended up at the wrong place. He leaned against the hood of his car and watched as people passed the spot he chose to park next to, hoping one of them was his date. The chill air had him fidgeting, even with the warmer leather jacket he opted for instead of his hoodie. So what, he wanted to look nice for something more official between the two of them.

Just when he went to check the address again, a voice from not too far behind him startled him.

“That is an extremely detrimental habit. Biting your nails can lead to gum disease.”

Virgil turned and saw Logan, arms crossed and waiting. He still seemed to be wearing a work uniform, as he didn’t take Logan as the type to be wearing t-shirts with a small cheesy logo printed on the lapel. Virgil smiled and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Are you lecturing me on good habits?” He retorted.

“Yes.” Logan stated flatly, “Was that not clear?”

“It was. I’ll take it to heart once I know you’ve been consistently getting eight hours of sleep.” Ugh, I sound like Janus, He thought to himself. He nodded to the car to signal Logan to get in, which the other rushed to do, and once they were both seated, Virgil turned on the ignition.

“May I ask where we’re going?” Logan questioned, putting on his seatbelt dutifully.

Virgil mimicked the action, “To dinner.”

“I meant to ask what sort of establishment we’ll be dining at.” “Oh, well why didn’t you say so.” Virgil checked his surroundings before pulling out of the parking spot and began heading to their destination, “A restaurant.”

“You have no intention of telling me, do you?”

“That would ruin the magic just a bit, dontcha think?” Virgil snickered.

Logan rolled his eyes, which he found himself doing more and more with Virgil entering his life. He settled for looking out the window as they drove, staring out at the variety of neighborhoods and shops they passed.

“I did mean to say, you look rather nice tonight, Virgil.” He mentioned, allowing himself a look at Virgil who was still focused on the road.

“That's kinda gay.” He snickered in return, “Thanks, Lo. You look pretty cute in your work outfit, too.”

This elicited a pout and a slight blush from Logan, who sheepishly looked back out the window, “I didn’t have time to change.”

“Hey, I mean it. It’s a dorky kind of cute.”

“Virgil!”

“It’s a compliment!”

“You’re teasing me.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow at the remark, “Are you into it?”

Logan let out an exasperated huff, extremely embarrassed at how Virgil seemed to easily steer the conversation in that direction, “What happened to taking things slow.”

“Right, sorry.” He immediately changed his tone, “Dinner first, at least.”

It wasn’t a long journey to the restaurant. Virgil parked along the street and the both of them approached together, chatting still about their days. Logan felt underdressed once he observed the interior of the place, as well as its patrons, who all seemed to be adhering to a business formal dress code. He sheepishly rubbed his arm while they were seated.

Once the host left them to their own devices, Virgil shot Logan a concerned look, “Everything ok?”

Logan nodded, “I didn’t realize how formal this establishment would be.” He was given a shrug in response, “Who cares. No one’s gonna notice. Most of the people that go here are rich assholes too concerned with their own lives to pay attention to anyone else. Perks of living in a society that values the ego.”

“I suppose.” He answered, reaching for a menu. Virgil beat him to it, snapping up both of them before he had a chance to look anything over.

“Hey!”

“Nope. You’re gonna look at prices and order the cheapest thing. Tell me what sounds good and I’ll order for you instead.”

Logan glared at him, “I am not a child, I can order for myself.”

“How’s steak sound?”

“Virgil.”

“Oh, they have duck?”

“Virgil.”

“Can’t say I’ll give you a kiss goodbye if you order fish.”

“Will you just let me-” Logan attempted to snatch the menu from the other, failing as Virgil tucked it closer to his chest before he could. This earned them a few stares from surrounding diners, causing them to sink down into their seats to avoid making a scene.

“Logan. Tell me what you want. What you like, at least.” Virgil stated with little room for argument.

Logan bit the inside of his cheek and leaned back in defeat. He cast his eyes away from Virgil, briefly telling him what he preferred. He felt completely embarrassed when the waiter came up and he was ordered for, though, in a strange way, it felt pleasant. Not that he would ever let the other know.

Once they were left alone again, Virgil spoke in a more sincere tone, “Y’know, this arrangement doesn’t work unless you let me-”

“-I know.” He interrupted, “I just don’t believe I was expecting it this soon.”

“You want me to tell you beforehand then? When I want to do something like this?”

Logan nodded. “Can it be the expectation that I order for you whenever we go out then?”

Oh, did that stir up some feeling in his body. It was embarrassing! Someone else ordering for him, as if he were a child not capable of knowing what’s good for himself. And yet…it was the same sort of nervousness that washed over him when Virgil watched him prep himself when they were together. A warm heat spread over his cheeks at the thought of both, and when he felt his heartbeat pound slightly more intensely than before, he decided perhaps this was a complex emotion he’d like to experiment with to gain a further understanding of.

“I would…like to try that. Yes.”

“Good, I like being able to do things like that for you.” Virgil smiled.

Logan’s curiosity piqued at his words, “Why?”

He shrugged, “It’s just the easiest way for me to show that I care, I guess.”

“I suppose I would have guessed gift giving was your love language.”

“Anyone in psychology who tells you that you’re assigned this one thing without seeing any grey area or overlap is a quack. You don’t just have one love language, you give and receive it in a bunch of different ways and it varies based on the circumstances. It’s less of a language and more of a pidgin you form with the people around you.”

“Interesting,” Logan hummed back, “So then what does that look like for you?”

“You’re really blunt. Has anyone told you that?”

“Yes, on several occasions. I’m simply curious.”

“I know, L,” Virgil snickered, “Just teasin’ you again.”

“Is that part of it?”

“Part of what?”

“Your love language. You seem to do it so often.”

“I mean, I’m kind of just a snarky asshole by nature, but I like to see you blush too, so if that counts towards it then sure.”

That seemed to evoke exactly the reaction Virgil was looking for. Logan adjusted his glasses nervously and reached to sip at the complimentary water, letting the cool water soothe the rush of heat that crashed over his face. “Is that alright?” Virgil questioned again.

Logan shrugged, crossing his arms over his body self-consciously, “You never answered my question from before.”

“You first.”

They sat there in a moment of silence, locked in a stalemate. According to his preconceived knowledge of the topic, Logan thought dates were exercises in turn taking questions.

“I have complicated feelings on the matter.” Logan broke the silence.

Virgil let out a hum of acknowledgement in return, staring at the other as he waited for him to elaborate.

“I don’t…” Logan took a moment to collect his rather abstract thoughts, wearing an unknowingly adorable expression as his brow was knit in contemplation, “I think I might like it, but I do have limits and need room to feel completely comfortable in it.”

“Alright. Is there a way to do it where you’d feel more comfortable? Maybe not in public?” Virgil thought. The last thing he wanted to do was make Logan uncomfortable, and it was probably a bad call to be so forward on their second date, but the image of the boy in front of him blushing, or perhaps even more, thrilled him.

“I’m not sure.”

Virgil fidgeted with the zipper on his jacket, thinking of a viable solution to propose to the other. He knew how to negotiate and was fairly open about his own desires, but it was difficult to respond to the vague answers he was receiving. A thought popped into his mind, spurred on by a memory of a conversation with Janus, when his friend had an experience with a willing but extremely reserved sexual partner.

“How does this sound,” He began, “we can go back to my apartment tonight, and have a more in depth chat about possible things we can do when it comes to me like ordering for you and stuff. Boundaries and all that…but we can test out what that will look like, so you have a better sense of what feels good and bad, so we aren’t just springing into things that could upset the both of us.”

Logan met Virgil’s eyes as he considered the offer. He was knowledgeable about how their dynamic was ‘supposed’ to work, yes, but that didn’t mean he could effectively communicate the aspects of it that appealed to him, which he recognized was an important part of it. Perhaps this kind of conversation could clearly establish their boundaries and prevent the current embarrassment that rendered him unable to express himself.

“Alright. I am amenable.”

Virgil mentally sighed in relief, “Ok. Cool. I think that’ll help. Yeah.”

Luckily, the silence that followed wasn’t incredibly awkward, since their meals came out soon after. They made light conversation in between bites, asking each other about their interests and laughing at the anecdotes brought up in answers. Logan forced himself to look away as Virgil slipped his card into the check holder, a pang of guilt shooting through his body. He didn’t have to bear the feeling for too long, since Virgil was quick to have it paid and offer his hand to him as they prepared to leave. He took it and allowed himself to be led back to the car.

“Spoiling, both physically and verbally, by the way.” Virgil said, inserting the key into the ignition.

“What?”

“Your question from earlier.” He put on his seatbelt, “What my love language looks like, I never answered it. Now buckle up.”

Logan scrambled to do so before replying, “Interesting. I assume-”

“We’ll talk about it when we’re home?” Virgil finished, “Yeah. Just hang tight. We’ll get there soon enough.”