#is definitely 100% fictional

[walkawaytall]

WIP Wednesday

Bail Organa had never skipped a day of work at the Senate without an extremely good reason, but given the events of the morning, he was beginning to consider changing his idea of what constituted an extremely good reason.

He had been woken early by Leia, who said she couldn’t find the shoes she had packed as a part of her outfit for the day. Half an hour of searching the apartment turned up nothing, calling Raymus and requesting that he tear the ship apart turned up nothing, and Leia would not stop insisting she had packed the shoes until Breha held the pair up over holo, proving that they were on an entirely different planet.

Blaster to his head, Bail could not tell the difference between the shoes his wife showed his daughter and the apparently inadequate pair sitting in Leia’s suitcase, but he trusted that there was something very wrong with the shoes currently in their possession.

He checked his chrono as he sent Leia to finish getting ready. “We have time to buy different shoes before I need to be at the office—“

“Absolutely not,” Breha said. “This isn’t about the shoes. She’s upset because she insisted on packing her bag without help or a list, she wouldn’t let me or TooVee check to make sure she had everything, and now she’s missing something she intended to bring.”

“Ah,” Bail responded, the situation much clearer than moments before. Leia was likely feeling the sting of bruised pride more than anything remotely related to footwear.

[narmothewraith]

Thanks to OrangePeanut for my inspiration xD

[shima-draws]

Shima is it Coralaw 👀👀👀

...................MAYBE

[the-dragon-hearted]

Guys, guys, you don't have to excuse your little blorbo's atrocities. Yes, they committed war crimes that's why you love them. It would only be problematic if they weren't fictional -

[not-poignant]

I'VE BEEN REMISS IN POSTING EXCERPTS it's not because I don't have any it's because I've been busyyy but now that it's 1.20am it's a perfect time to share an excerpt :D

From chapter 35 of The Nascent Diplomat:

'You really should...talk to the Raven Prince about philosophy one day,' Gwyn said tiredly.  He was sure there would be hideous side effects to all of this later, but he wanted to sleep for days. 'Oh, I plan to,' Temsen said. 'I'm going to summon him.' 'I beg your pardon?' Gwyn said, wakefulness stirring.  'I'm going to summon him,' Temsen said. 'It's time that he answered for some of these acts against you, and I am not afraid of his magic, and I am not afraid of his throne.' 'Temsen,' Augus said, a little breathless, 'you can't just take on-' 'I am Ohlo Ohlo Temsen, and I am vench, and I know far better than either of you what and who I can or can't take on. Do not worry, I'll allow you both to be present, since you are under his protection, after all. I simply have some...thoughts to share about the quality of his protection of Gwyn ap Nudd, and some examples to suggest to him, when I make sure that he does better going forward.'

[broke-on-books]

☕

The live action Scooby-Doo movies?

I did not see this ask until RIGHT now (first time on desktop since crab day, second time since Nov 5 2020 [which was DOUBLY experience since I got my phone taken the same day]) so I'm going to assume this ask got eaten on mobile because tumblr, HOWEVER you poked a bear with this ask anon (as I'm sure you knew when asking) SO without further ado: my Scooby Doo live action opinions

So when you say 'live action Scooby-Doo movies' I'm assuming you're talking about the James Gunn films, starting with Scooby-Doo (2002) followed by Scooby-Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed, just due to like, generally popularity and also the fact that I have actually seen those films. However shoot another ask if you wanted me to include Curse of the Lake Monster in this (because I will if anyone cares and turn this into a live-action scooby dissertation, i'd just need to like. watch the movie first) But anyways where I'm going with this is that this post is about the Gunn movies aka the ones with SMG, Freddie Prinze Jr., Linda Cardellini, and ofc our #1 man, Matthew Lilliard.

Okay so my take on these movies is... complicated. I wouldn't say it's as complicated as my feelings towards SDMI, because I watched the live actions way less as a kid and generally care less about them, but still no matter how much shit I throw at these two movies there are parts that I generally like (even love) that stops me from totally condemning them wholesale. Like the fact that these movies are FUNNY! There's so many moments from this duology that are just beyond iconic "like, that's one of my favorite names!" the whole thing with Scooby in the dress at the airport, ET. CETERA (like I can go on!)

The Gunn movies are genuinely SO fun and I can 100% see and understand how they've stood so well in the public view as a representation of Scooby. HOWEVER, this is where you start to see my problems with them. For the general American, (because that is the audience I'm familiar with) ESPECIALLY millennials and younger, who happen to make up the majority of both people on this site AND people I talk about Scooby with in real life, these movies, and the elements they introduced as "quintessential scooby tropes" are the base of their understanding of the Scooby franchise, along with likely some miscellaneous WAY episodes and maybe SDMI.

Which is where I get pissed off. In the pushing of the narrative of "breaking away" from the Scooby norm, Gunn basically invents (aka totally makes up) an idea of what classic era Scooby was like, cementing an idea of classic Scooby into the public mind that is totally disingenuous and just straight up false. For example, in attempting to portray Daphne as having taken strides to be seen more seriously in solving mysteries and defending herself, it pushes the narrative that in the classic era she WASN'T taken seriously, and only existed as a damsel-in-distress prop of a character, which is just not true??? Like yes, Daphne is clumsy, that's a part of her character, and her friends (because, fun fact, the gang ARE friends) joke about it sometimes because that's what friends DO. Framing that in some kind of sexist "that's all she does" lens is just total bull, especially as gang members fall into secret passageways/get lost etc. in WAY ALL THE DAMN TIME because that's how the plot functions! Like are we calling Velma ditzy for losing her glasses every other episode? Of course not, and Fred falls into passageways all the time, not to MENTION Shaggy and Scooby and all they get up to. Also one last thing on the topic of Daphne, like this idea of her mystery solving skills not being respected by the gang is just so supremely bullshit it amazes me sometimes, especially when she was the LEADER (or leader adjacent) through pretty much all of her appearances in the 1980s [Not that James Gunn could look at '80s era Scooby without spitting on it, but I digress]

AND THIS IS JUST DAPHNE! Like the perceptions pushed towards Fred (and Velma, but mostly Fred) through these movies are just as bad! Like okay, with Fred---In these movies Fred is just an asshole. I hate Gunn Movies!Fred. I mean yeah he can be funny but it's almost always so mean! Almost nothing makes me madder than a mean Fred by the way. If he's putting other gang members down (even halfway, like with his whole "dorky chicks like you turn me on too" line, which... ew) then to me something has gone very, very, VERY, wrong in your basic understanding of Frederick Herman Jones as a character. Like he's the cheerleader! He puts himself in between his friends and danger! He loves nets, and traps, and Elvis impressions, and wrestling, and the trapeze, and cars, and most of all he LOVES sharing the things he loves with his friends! (Sometimes to a bit of an extreme. No one wants to hear about your net facts, Fred) And the live action movies just don't understand that at all. And I know there's maybe something to say I suppose in that some of those aspects of his characterization hadn't been "established yet" by the time "Scooby-Doo" came out in 2002. But it's there if you look. For Fred Jones, being the leader means being the caretaker, (he's the Mom friend what can I say) and any version where he's cruel and arrogant and just DOESN'T CARE about his friends in the way he's shown to in the Gunn movies is just so far from Fred to me it's not even funny. And what makes it even worse for me is that this (or at least something similar) is the idea of Fred that has really spread to the popular culture. Just the "leader", the jock that makes the rules, the one that [insert X adaptation here] finally gave a personality and made interesting (something that has been said more times than I can count for pretty much every gang member, save Shaggy and Scooby).

And I haven't even touched on Velma, and how they gave her a bit of a early 2000s smart superiority girl complex against Daphne, plus the whole makeover thing and etc. etc. The Gunn Movies are pretty much what would happen if you took someone who hadn't seen Scooby since they were 7 years old (and honestly had a pretty negative outlook against it then) and tried to "fix" it, only his memory was so bad he just made up problems (and threw in a good helping of early 2000s style sexism with it) convincing pretty much the entirety of the popular culture that said problems exist and that Gunn was absolutely brilliant for fixing them (and then bringing up said "problems" whenever anyone wants to talk about Scooby) and this entire rant has been without even fucking MENTIONING what is probably the reason you, anonymous tumblr user sent this ask in the first place, to I, Swishy "Scrappy Doo Redemption Arc" Broke-on-books (dot tumblr dot com), which is his HIGHLY SUCESSFUL and utterly sadistic character assassination of my number one man, Scrappy Doo.

And I am going to try my damnedest here not to get totally into my highly passionate opinions over what James Gunn did to Scrappy in the first of his Scooby movies and how thoroughly it has pissed me the fuck off because I have been writing this post for over an hour now and if we start to really get into my feelings on this topic it will certainly be a couple of hours more but like. That Fucking Bitch. I give James Gunn personally a solid eighty-five percent of the blame for making my life as a Scrappy Doo fan UTTERLY unbearable with this stupid fucking movie alone, and just his Scrappy crimes would honestly be enough for me to say that I hate this movie, not even considering the numerous Scooby crimes I've been talking about here for the past million paragraphs, but the part about this movie that makes me the MOST mad the most pissed off is that it's actually a good fucking movie. James Gunn wrote two hilarious and entertaining movies that have become beloved in the popular culture for their successes in that arena, while at the same time pissing all over the core themes and messages of the franchise of which it was based, that of friendship.

TLDR; The Live Action Scooby Doo movies (written by James Gunn) are highly entertaining and fun pieces of media to watch, and are widely loved by the general public and looked at with fondness and nostalgia because of that. However, as a hardcore Scooby Doo fan (writing that phrase sounds so ridiculous but oh well) the existence of these movies and their impact on the popular culture can be extremely frustrating (despite any personal nostalgia said fan may have) due to their spreading of a misinformed picture of what "typical Scooby Doo" looks like. This picture is especially frustrating due to the fabrication or exaggeration of problems present in classic Scooby (such as sexism in regards to the girls), as well as giving more ammunition to other problems in Scooby fandom (such as oversexualization, and sexualization in general, which no one wants to see in regards to their children's cartoons, like HONESTLY.) Discussions of sexism and sexualization in Scooby (both of which ARE present and are issues, although not at their worst in WAY) can often lead to an overlooking of the issues that are very present and clear in WAY and have continued since then with far too little resistance (I'm 100% talking about the racism here) HOWEVER that topic deserves at least a dozen posts of its own that I am no way informed or qualified enough to even begin to think about writing. The Gunn Movies are frustrating to many longtime Scooby fans because of these reasons, but for me, and fellow Scrappy Doo fans there is also the added aspect of the demonization of Scrappy Doo in the live action movies and the affects that has had on the popular culture as well, making it uniquely inhospitable to like or enjoy the character of Scrappy. End post.

[seoafin]

“shigure should’ve ended up alone” the way we have such diff tastes in men😭😭😭i took an anime test and it told me my favorite characters were 1gojo 2shigure 3itadori😭😭😭

HWYDHWJDNWN ITADORI GREEN FLAG

[laisai]

webnovel is uh, not great

but they do actually pay people

it's a pittance or nothing for most though. only the most marketed and popular works get any money and the pricing is ridiculous

and the writing is usually not great

even the stuff that's been translated from chinese is pretty hit or miss. the translators do get paid, but not much i think

it's serialized fiction though so that's probably why they're going after fanfic authors.

but if you want to make money off of serial fiction these days, it's possible, but webnovel really isn't the best platform imo, especially if you're a native English speaker and writing more typical western-world stories (i can't explain it exactly but have a look at the stories on webnovel and you'll see they're pretty different from typical western stories, tho there's common tropes like billionaire romances or male zero to hero power fantasies)

I'd suggest looking at radish, yonder, tapas, kindle vella, even wattpad before going to webnovel for publishing your original serial fiction online

I got this comment on a story from my Other AO3 Account this morning.

(Info redacted because I prefer keeping these accounts separate but no one follows me on the side blog I have for that account.)

The story was posted almost a year ago and is relatively “popular” by my average statistics even though it has tropes and themes that are big turnoffs for a lot of people (hence separate accounts). This popularity is undoubtedly because it’s a Marvel Loki story and that fandom is massive.

So there is obviously an algorithm or a bot scrubbing ao3 statistics and leaving this comment on fics that meet a certain metric with the main character of the fic inserted into the comment.

I had a little time to kill this morning so I decided to investigate further. And y’all this is so predatory. Come on this journey with me. It made me mad. It may make you mad.

First, if you go to Webnovel’s website, you HAVE to choose between male lead or female lead stories before you can go any further. WTF?

And that’s weird, but this gets so much worse. This is basically a pay-to-read site that has different subscription models. Which… okay BUT! The authors don’t get paid! Look at that comment again. They’re promising a supportive and nurturing community, but zero monetary compensation. It’s basically, “post your stuff here so we can get paid and you can get… nice vibes?” I mean look at this Orwellian writing:

Using the phrase “pay-to-read model” in the same sentence as “qualitative changes in lifestyles for authors” deliberately makes you think that you can get paid and maybe even make a living on this website. But that’s not actually what it says and authors will not receive one red cent.

Oh but wait, the worst is still to come. In case this breaks containment (which I kind of hope it does) this is where I mention that I’m a lawyer in the US.

I don’t do intellectual property or copyright law but I do read and write contracts for a living. So I went to look at their terms of service. It was fun!

Highlights the first, in which Webnovel gets a license to do basically whatever they want with content you post on their site. This is how they get to be paid for people reading authors’ writing without paying them anything.

Highlights the second, in which Webnovel takes no responsibility for illegally profiting off of fan fic. This all says that the writer is 100% responsible for everything the writer posts (even though only Webnovel is making money from it).

Highlights the third which say that by posting, the author is representing that they have the legal right to use and to let Webnovel use the content according to these terms. So if a writer posts fan fiction and Webnovel makes money from people reading the fan fiction, and the House of the Mouse catches wise, these sections say that that’s ALL on the writer.

So that’s a little skeevy to start off with but the thing that is seriously shitty and made me make this post was that these assholes are coming to ao3. They are actively recruiting people in comments on their fan fiction. And they are saying they are big fans of the character you’re writing about and that they share your interests.

They are recruiting fan fiction writers and giving every impression that you can make money from posting fan fiction on their site and hiding the fact that you absolutely cannot but they can make money off of you while you try, deep in their terms of service which no one but a lawyer who writes fan fic and has some time to kill will read.

I see posts on here regularly from people who don’t understand how this stuff works, don’t understand that they (and others) can not legally make a financial profit from fan fiction. And there are tons of people who will not take the time to dig into the details.

Don’t deal with these bastards. Fuck Webnovel.

[arsonamiright]

No, I'm NOT gonna make multiple trips. I'm gonna carry this shit up the stairs as PRECARIOUSLY as POSSIBLE. Like a REAL MAN.

[shigussy]

OH MY GOD THE APP I USE TO PLAY MUSIC AND ASMR WHILE I SLEEP HAS A NEW WRAPPED FEATURE AND ITS WAY CRAZIER THAN MY SPOTIFY ONE💀

[strange-aeons]

hi strange i’ve been enjoying yr videos for about four years thank u for giving me giggles for so long. however i am writing as i am not totally sure who else to ask…

my boyfriend had a traumatic pneumothorax last week and about 80% of his right lung collapsed. i don’t really know anything about pneumothorax (although i have learned so much recently lol) aside from hearing you mention it and as such i don’t know how to help him :(

i know it’s a shot in the dark but i was wondering if there are any comforts or ways to alleviate pain you could share? thank you so much strange you are super tough btw to have gone through this several times this Sucks big time

many good wishes to you and your sweet hairless babies in the new year!

If it happened one week ago he’s already gotten through the worst part! I’m assuming he’s still hospitalized with a chest tube in right now??

When I was in that situation it helped a lot having frequent visits from my partner and family. Especially when they brought snacks!!!!!! Hospital meals can be borderline inedible and there’s no way of escaping to the food court when you have a chest tube in (unless you plan to deceive multiple nurses and risk life threatening infection through the OPEN HOLE IN YOUR CHEST. Don’t do that).

Good food can be a relief in an otherwise horrible time, so finding out what he really wants to eat and brining it will definitely help. If he has no appetite then things like smoothies or drinkable soup can be very helpful. I often live off booster juice and Tim Hortona chicken noodle soup when hospitalized.

Finding the right media to keep sane is also very important!!! Your sleep schedule disintegrates entirely when laying on your back full of tube for multiple days. 2AM listening to alarms go off and 6AM getting woken up for x-rays and 1pm having the lunch slop delivered and 3pm being woken up for x-rays and 9pm visit from your surgeon all become basically indistinguishable, especially if you have no windows. Podcasts were ideal for me because it can be very hard to find a comfortable position with a chest tube / pneumothorax and looking at a screen was often too much of a hassle. Queer as fact and fall of civilizations are both excellent if you want non fiction btw. Old gods of Appalachia or welcome to nightvale if you want fiction.

There’s not a lot that you as a loved one can do about his physical pain, but I will share some of my pneumothorax expertise with you and anyone else who might go through this.

There’s no nerve endings in the lungs so all the pain/ discomfort related to a pneumothorax has to do with pressure in the chest cavity.

The pain is the absolute worst when your lung is actively collapsing so when that feeling starts SHOVE SOME EXTRA STRENGTH ADVIL OR TYLENOL DOWN YOUR THROAT, then lay down and wait for it to finish collapsing. It may seem tempting to rush to the hospital as fast as possible (or rush your loved one who’s lung is collapsing to the hospital) but trust me the last thing you want to do with a lung that is actively deflating like a sad balloon is exert yourself (this is how I collapsed my lung the full 100% and could not move my upper body for an hour. Quirky). Give it at least 30 minutes of floor time before you try to move. You will have a way better time getting to the hospital.

Wait sorry I lied lung re-inflation hurts sometimes more than the initial collapse. The sometimes are the times when ER nurses do not know how to do it properly. Immediately after they put the chest tube in, they attach it to a suction machine to suck out the excess air in your chest cavity. I do not know if these machines are the same internationally (I’m Canadian) but if you’re dealing with one where the settings are percentages, the one you want is 20% suction. NOT 100%!!! that just causes unnecessary excruciating pain without being more effective. I have had to fight numerous nurses while in the worst pain of my life to TURN THE PAIN MACHINE DOWN. fuck the pain machine. Anyway. After the pain machine they leave the tube in for a few more days to make sure the lung stays inflated. Nearing the end of that process, most of the discomfort is caused by the tube itself, so as horrible disgusting the worst getting that thing ripped out is, just know you will feel so much better after.

Throughout the healing process (and in the case of small pneumothoraxes not requiring chest tubes — I’ve had over 10 of those ones) I’ve noticed that heightened discomfort lasting a few minutes results from going from laying down to standing up or vice verse, or from bending over. This is why I have pioneered the sophisticated technique know as the pneumothorax squat. It is just as cool and hot as you’re imagining.

This post was supposed to be about how to support a loved one with a pneumothorax what the heck am I even talking about now.

Most of what he’s going to need will seem boring or insignificant. Companionship. Food. Medication. Toiletries. COMPANIONSHIP. podcast recommendations. But it absolutely is not insignificant. Abruptly losing mobility, independence, and bodily autonomy as a young person is really fucked up and I cannot fathom doing it without my family and my partner, even if most days that consisted of talking to me and bringing me smoothies and underwear.

Wishing a quick recovery to your boyfriend! Good luck with everything!!

[nightshadeblooming]

“your days as an obstinate little fuck have to be over…” YES DRAG HIS ASS CHAN!!! he rlly thought she was playing into their inside joke thing so hard she was collapsing at work 😭😭😭 boyyy if you don’t—

insecurity BONUS // ks texts

Title: Insecurity pt BONUS Genre: fake texts, friends to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort Pairing: idol friend!Seungmin x EXTROVERT fem!reader

Summary: You're one of Stray Kids' social media managers. After all this time, it's impossible not to become friends with some of the nicest people on the planet. But now, as you're starting to feel things for Seungmin, his aloof behavior is a constant reminder that you're just too much for him.

Warnings: Seungmin's manhandling kink makes an appearance, all of these texts are from Seungmin's point of view, NO READER POV

notes: as always, thank you @ramadiiiisme for the lovely brainstorming and ideas for this entire series you're the best <3

SS: 12

(ignore timestamps)(I had more angst before part 4)

< last part

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[ellinights]

XAVIER: LET LOOSE (M)

Now, the way one of the sleeves of Xavier’s robe is slightly drooped down, it reveals his very muscular arm and the soft pale supple skin you adore. Your eyes shamelessly rakes through the sight, his ribbon is tied loosely so his chest would be on display. Xavier is already slightly flushed, soft crimsons of red slightly daint throughout his skin.

Or, Xavier and you are seeing who tugs the string first, after the night of sensory test. 

fandom: Love and deepspace.

pairing: you (afab) & shen xinghui/xavier.

tags: nsfw, smut, rated explicit, 6k words, mdni.

additional tags: kissing, making out, penetrative, unprotected sex (wear ur condoms pls), hickies, teasing, creampie. honestly this is full on porn and smut no plot so enjoy the filth.

disclaimer: The content below is purely fictional, All content is also 100% my work, DO NOT copy/plagiarize my writings.

AO3: link

“What are you doing?” 

The familiar soft ring of his voice drums through your ears, sending slight shivers down your spine. However, within the gentle whisper rupturing from the other male’s throat, there is something swirling in his words, something suggestive. 

Your head turns slightly to his direction, eyes gazing towards him intently. Something else is definitely in the air, because holy.

The days after the mission you and Xavier shared to investigate on protocore fragments were in high rise, tension fills the air between you both the day after the sensory ‘test’. A loose thread hanging by slim, ready to snap any moment but it is still holding strong. You know yourself, and Xavier too, that night was not enough. The desire to go again, to take each other in bed, and to be devoted to each other without hiding it under a lame excuse such as a ‘sensory test’, is so potent. 

Mind flashing back to that night, it plays in your mind like a broken record. Each time you remembered how your delicate fingertips gently traced along his hot skin, down to his neck. Hearing Xavier’s soft hitches of his breaths, the way his pretty sky-blue eyes rolled over the back of his head each time your warm breath fanned over his skin when you marked over his collarbone. Oh you want to see him in that state again. 

But also a state where he was going wild, showing no mercy as he rammed into your insides while sending you on edge, a sight to die for. The restraints that were holding him all these times you knew him, were not seen once he took you in the cold bed of that hotel. It was a hot view to behold, his ragged breaths with hushed whispers how he was going to ruin you sent shivers down your spine. 

You are greedy, for more.

And now, Xavier is still here. The usual, composed demeanor set across as he is sitting beside you, hands place nicely over his lap as he perches over your shoulder trying to look at what you are browsing on your phone on the living room couch. 

What you were not expecting to see though, is what choice of clothing he decided to pick, again. 

The view right beside you is Xavier wearing a bathrobe, nothing out of abnormality but the way he is wearing is alluring. You knew he was doing this on purpose, wanting you to break the string of patience instead of him. 

Someone with a lot of pride in their patience huh? 

Another observation you realized after the ‘test’ was how Xavier was wearing bathrobes more often now when he is home. Sometimes, he would wear it over his pajamas during nippy weather, and at other times, like this. He would wear it without anything underneath, allowing the outline shape of his cock to protrude over the silky fabric. Ribbons tie very loose, so loose that sometimes ‘accidents’ where his cock would slip over the middle slit of his robe, a little ‘surprise’ for you. 

Oh the sneaky man you are, Xavier. 

You were in disbelief, it went on for days, leading on till today. And it only elevates from there. Now, the way one of the sleeves of Xavier’s robe is slightly drooped down, it reveals his very muscular arm and the soft pale supple skin you adore. Your eyes shamelessly rakes through the sight, his ribbon is tied loosely so his chest would be on display. Xavier is already slightly flushed, soft crimsons of red slightly daint throughout his skin. 

And behold, his cock slips out again, this time it is hard, red and leaky. Xavier is already needy, you chuckled inwardly at that. One thing never fails to surprise you on Xavier, he gets hard so easily, could get turned on within moments. 

Your eyes flick back up to now see his oh so pretty face. The same flush over his body brushes over his face, accentuating the beauty of Xavier’s visage. The red compliments the little faint freckles over his cheeks, the red makes the blue of his eyes gleam brighter under the soft lightning in the room, the red mostly matches with the color of his red, rosy lips that you want to smooch it over and over. Your imagination takes afloat, imagining a pair of fluffy bunny ears on top of his head with the sight of this. Cute. 

He is so beautiful, Xavier is so beautiful. 

The lack of response coming from your part made Xavier scoot closer again, his breath fanning over your neck as he asks again. “What are you searching for?” Xavier asks nicely, like a good boy, sounding so obedient. You shiver again. 

“Some sheet masks.” You answer, with a slight stutter as you feel his breath again, goosebumps spreading over your skin. Xavier hums as a response, and what he did next is not what you expected. 

Before you know it, Xavier’s strong pair of arms holds your waist and swoops you over to have you sit on his lap. You hear yourself let out a soft yelp, eyes widen slightly in surprise. Now, you snug over him, you could feel the tip of his cock perching your behind as he rest his chin over your shoulder. 

“Hm? Again? You still have some left in my fridge.” Xavier mutters softly, nuzzling himself over as he gently closes his eyes. Your brain feels fuzzy for a bit, malfunctioning even at the bare minimum of what the other man is doing. You were wrapped around his finger a little more tightly than you thought. 

Adjusting yourself on Xavier’s lap as you shift against his strong, muscular thighs, a deep breath is drawn within the confinements of your chest. Your mouth is not cooperating with your thoughts, wanting to tell him that stocking them up would not be a bad idea since he is using it as well. But nothing is coming out. 

Xavier does not wait, instead he dives in. Diving into the crook of your neck, his lips ghost over the side. It hovers there, tiers brushing at every little shift you do on his lap. Goosebumps again form all over your skin, shivering at the soft intimacy shared. 

“Xav..? What-" 

Sentence goes unsaid, Xavier’s lips attach against your hot skin. His sweet, soft pairs gently roam around a small patch of your neck, spreading soft kisses over. As if he is writing pretty love notes in the form of hickies, he takes a small nibble on the centre, earning a soft groan erupting within the depths of your throat. Your pretty lips part, panting heavily over the ministrations done, encouraging the male to mark more. 

“X-Xav What are you doing?” you finally ask, in between your soft huffs. Xavier on the other hand, just hums. 

“Shh, nothing.” Xavier only replies with that, mouth busy. Despite the short reply, he sounded breathless, desperate, and needy. 

Squirming against Xavier’s lap, your hands clutch onto his larger hands around your waist, back fully lean against his chest. With his position, he rubs himself against. Vibrations spread through your skin, hearing his groan muffling at the release of pleasure done puts Xavier on edge. 

The moment you have been waiting for, the string finally snaps. In a swift move, your body turns and quickly places yourself over his lap, thighs straddling on each side of Xavier’s legs. The other male could look at you dumbfoundedly, however from the looks of it he is already spent. Lips parted, eyes hazy, body yearning to dive back in and indulge into you again. This causes you to emit a small chuckle to flow through your lips, before your arms find its way to settle right around his broad shoulders. 

“Finally, someone snapped.” you let out a teasing remark while you move closer to Xavier. Mouth millimeters apart, lips brushing ever so slightly if anyone moves. Xavier could only grumble, eyes shifting away from yours to look at your tiers. 

“Do not tease me now-” 

“I didn’t know someone as composed as you would snap the strings first in a situation like this. You thought I would break in first.”

“Enough-” 

“Oh what happened to the cool and composed Xavier hu-” 

Words did not reap out of your throat anymore, as something plush and soft pressing upon. Little to your surprise Xavier’s lips find a way to yours, a way to keep your mouth shut. His lips did not move as gently as he is used to, the sweet princely-like man you know is gone. Chasing for a taste of your sweet ones, his lips trapping your lower lip between to give a good suck before pulling away. Continuing, his mouth maps along your lips as his self control slips. 

Xavier’s hands move from his sides to cup over your cheeks. Holding them still, his control is dominating, relishing you while his hands slip down further to explore every expanse of you. Contrary to before, Xavier has a sense of familiarity now. The night in the hotel, his hands were still timid and shy at times. Now, not an ounce of fear shows. The male’s palms move freely, with no shame. The way his dainty fingers brush against the wide of your back as it slowly trails down in a tranquilizing manner. Trailing back up to touch the height of your neck, fingers brushing teasingly there earning a soft shiver from you. 

Not wanting to back down, your hands also move boldly. Taking the advantage of his loose robe to gently caress the exposed part of his shoulder to which caused a response from the other male. A soft, sweet gasp shared between you and his lips as his skin shivers. You push away the fabric, letting Xavier’s robe slip down to gather around his waist, so as the both of you, lips slipping away while heavy, breathless pants filling the room.

“How could you restrain yourself like this?” Xavier is the first one to break the silence, words mix in between his irregular breaths. You could not find the words to reply, still catching your breath but also your mind is occupied with wanting to see the man in front of you wrecked and done for tonight. 

All thoughts poof away when Xavier’s head thumps against the front of your shoulder, nuzzling there like a little kitty. The imagery in front of you, as if he is screaming for your attention. Seconds after, his head turns up slightly to look at you. Nothing else reflects within the irises of his pretty blue orbs other than need.  

“I am mad at you.” the words lays heavy upon the silvered hair male’s tongue, but he does not let you ask why before he continues. “Day after day, tried to gain your attention. Didn’t even notice what I have been wearing for you, wanting to look good for you, didn’t even acknowledge it.” Xavier says, grumbling his way out. Despite the sexual air still standing in between you two, the sight beneath you is too endearing to ignore

Until his lips find his way to your neck again, he presses his lips at the centre firmly. Once more, a soft yelp escapes past your mouth, hairs standing everywhere. Tongue dipping out, he licks a small part, his possessive tendencies shining through to claim you. As if Xavier’s mind reads the endearment you have for him, he wants it gone. He parts away after, brows furrowed in disbelief. 

“Still think it's funny?” Xavier breathes in sharply through his nose and before you know it his arms hook under your arms and knees, standing up while carrying you away to the shared bedroom. He is not discreet with his annoyance, throwing you on the bed with no care before he climbs on top of you. His bigger figure hovers over yours, his expression still agitated before he speaks. 

The room is quiet again, as yours and his breaths become one. Knowing from the judgments of your observations, Xavier is thinking of what to say. How to break his silence. Clearly his plan backfired, and it seems to be a bigger deal than what you thought it would be. It is when you try to make the first move he cuts it away. 

“Xav I did notice you were wearing that and I-” 

“After that day, my mind could only repeat one thing. The way I took you under me, to please you. Need that so much, I want you again." This time, there are no hints of aggravation lacing through Xavier’s voice. Only desperation, as his face contours with want. 

“Yeah, I broke my composure once more. But trying to seduce you over and over backfired. So let me ask you directly then.” Xavier then leans closer, faces so close just like how they were on the couch. 

“Please, let me have you again. Please.” He begs, eyes gazing right through you like a lost puppy wanting its owner’s approval.

How could you say no? 

In response, you give a soft peck his lips with the distance, giggling in between before pulling away. Xavier in return, hums softly at the shared kisses, lips puckering to return each and every one of them to you. 

“You didn’t need to seduce me in any way just to get what you want. I’ll always say yes, for you.” Your heart blooms with the way Xavier’s face lights up. Soft flicks of light particles glide through the air, you already know how his heart is feeling. 

“But.” You then slowly sit up, causing Xavier to back away a bit. Confused, his head tilts to the side before your hands find its way to his so you could guide them to touch your waist. Leaning in closer to whisper against his ear, just like how you did in the hotel to call his name but this time you give an order. 

“Help me take off my clothes. It is not fair that you are the only one naked. Right?” Your soft snicker rings past his ear, something stirs within him. Without wasting time, his hand starts working quickly. Fingers holding onto the hem of your shirt he pulls it over your head. Next, hooking onto the waistband of your pants, he tugs it down along with your underwear leaving you bare from waist down. Lastly, Xavier’s hand behind your back unclasps the garment holding your bosoms, letting it fall against the bed. 

With the both of you on the same page, while you can only focus on how the air strikes, coldness gently grazes against your skin creating an uncomfortable feeling, Xavier’s mind is elsewhere. His eyes follow through your figure attentively. The soft curves, small details of your skin from moles to freckles. The height of your breast, nipples perked up from the chilly air, Xavier thinks you presenting yourself bare and naked, is the most majestic sight he has ever seen. No art, no expensive painting could replicate such beauty you embody. 

Finally, the core in between your legs. Xavier’s eyes flutter down, seeing the pink plushed sweetness that he wants to devour so much. If he could spend his time there endlessly, in suffocation he would. On the other hand, with you noticing his long stare, your legs squeeze shut in response out of sheepishness. 

“No-” Xavier shakes his head in disapproval, his hand reaches over to your knees to hold them in place. He stops there for awhile, eyes flicking back to yours before he moves your knees apart to spread your legs away. 

“Let me see your pretty princess parts, spread your legs and keep it open for me.” He gently instructs, hand caressing through your leg up and down. You could not help but to burn the moment his skin touches yours, let alone what he is about to do next. 

It is something about the way Xavier looks at you wherever, butterflies fluttering against the pit of your stomach. You could almost feel wetness pooling around your hole the moment he looks at you as he lowers himself down. That tantalizing look of his, a rare sight to see from a composed man, and knowing you are the only one who gets to see this state of hunger from him is arousing to say the least. 

Once Xavier’s face is out of sight, he is facing directly against your crotch area. Staring intently in between the core nestling between, hunger takes over as he sees the view, the outer lips wet and slicked from your own sweetness. Satisfaction washed over as he hums, the thought of having all of this to himself appeals to Xavier so well. Without warning, he gives a small blow towards the centre of your cunt, causing you to shiver and involuntarily narrow the gap of your legs.

“Keep them apart, my love.” Xavier’s firm hands hold onto your thighs and keep them apart again. His eyes meet with yours once more, with a look of warning plastering all over his face. Adding the endearment at the end did not take away his authoritative tone, but it turns you on slightly with his duality. Nodding your head, you oblige. 

Diving back in, he does not waste time. He indulges, lips placing soft kisses over the expanse of your wet lips. Sucking every sweet nectar dripping out of you, he takes it in willingly. Almost drowning in his own pleasure of your taste, he lets out a soft moan against your hole causing a vibration. A moan erupts within your throat, responding to his administration. 

“Fuck Xa-” Words leave hanging, once Xavier’s lips attach against your clit to give a gentle good suck. The small bundle of nerves, sparks signals of pleasure all over your body. Your head throws to the back of the bed, eyes rolling back slightly as your hands grab onto the rumpled sheets beneath you. You moan wantonly, feeling too good from the continuous stimulation there. 

Xavier keeps his palms busy, roaming along the soft supple skin of your thighs. Lips leaving your clit to press kisses over said skin, his slender digits ghost softly over your wet core. Your breath hitches, feeling its presence coming close. However, he never touches, only hovering the spot. Only soft grazes between the pad of his fingers and your cunt. A whine escapes within you, hips moving forward to try and take him in. 

“Mhm- Patience, baby.” Xavier warns again, halting his movements as he pulls away again. Taking over control, his arms hook under each side of your knees to manhandle you close so your hips elevate slightly from the bed. His face on par with your cunt again, this time his tongue does the action. Lapping all over every part he could touch, dipping into the entrance in short intervals as a tease before he repeats everything again and again. 

Seemingly a scheme to punish from so called disobeying him, his teases are relentless. Xavier goes on and on, poking but not completely devouring you just yet. Your patience is running thin, whines getting desperate and loud. While Xavier takes it as entertainment, it is hell for you. Whatever teasing he did back in the hotel room nights ago, is nothing compared to this. 

“Ah- Xav don’t play with me right now-” 

“You couldn’t keep yourself still for me when I told you to, baby.” the name of endearment again, sparks flushes against your skin. Remembering how it affected you when he first called you that, almost coming to his sweet, sultry seduction wrapped in the word “baby”. You know he is using it to his advantage, as if he is trying to rile you up, to set the levels fair as his. 

It is almost ridiculous.

“You still can’t let go of that huh? Need to tease me right haah- now? I told you I didn’t mind-” the next thing Xavier does, almost sends you to the edge. Without any notice, his tongue dips further into the canal. Almost imitating the feeling of filling you up, your moans peek up into a high pitch. Back arching away from the mattress, your lips could not contain the soft chants of his name from slipping away. 

“Oh- yes please. Don’t stop Xav please- Need more.” You beg like a mantra, more moans filling in the air. With how your words act as a trance for Xavier to obey, he gives in and dips his warm muscle further. He gives a soft flick, tickling the inside of your walls. This causes you to squirm, the continuous attention given now feels too much, a familiar pool rippling against your lower abdomen. 

“A-Ah I’m- Fuck Xavier I’m gonna..” The pool gets even more intense, the peak is getting there.

And suddenly, everything stops. 

You knew even after your explanation, the man in front of you can get sulky, especially when things do not go his way. You knew Xavier was slightly bumped on his wasted efforts. Which you have guessed why earlier he was edging you out. 

But it backfired him again, as he came while he does so. 

The walls within you constrict, trying to search for something to suck and squeeze on but alas, nothing it could find to replicate the feeling. As a result, Xavier pulls away and before you could get mad over him trying to tease your waters today, all thoughts vanish away from the sight of the male in front of you. Eyes droopy, face flushed with embarrassment, his soft strands sticking against his sweaty forehead. His lips cover with a small sheen of you as it trails down to his chin, his soft breaths kills the eerie silence of the space. But what shocks you the most is as your eyes rake down further, is the sight of his cock. 

The sheets beneath stains with his release, his cock spent as remains of his come smears along the underside. The tip, a mix of his precum and his seed settles atop. It is such a messy sight to behold, gaining amusement from how hard he still is. 

Suddenly, the male grunts, head drooping down as if he is in shame. Your head tilts, slightly confused before you hear him speak. 

“Can’t believe I just cummed at eating you out.” Xavier says in disbelief, groaning softly while he covers his face with his hand. This earns a loud laugh from you, before closing the gap between you and him as you pull him into an embrace. 

“You silly, don’t be embarrassed about it.” Soft reassurance comes out from your tiers, your hand comes up to smooth down the back of his head. You further add on. “Besides, it is quite hot to know you get turned on easily like this, Xavier.” The way you said his name, exactly the way you said it in the same low whisper at the cramped bed of that night. Something ignites in Xavier, as the way his body tenses after that while his cock twitching did not go unnoticed. 

Chuckling softly, you pull away from the embrace, and slowly lower yourself. You did it in a way that is painful, agonizing as you put on a show for him to see. The way the curve of your back promenades even more in this position, the perk of your ass showing through the back but most importantly, you keeping an eye on him without breaking contact. 

In his mind, Xavier thinks he could come again with this sight of you.

Without much thought, only mind full of him, your hand reaches out to take ahold of his cock. Helping it to direct to your mouth, your lips gently circle around his tip. Eyelashes batting bashfully, you maintain contact with him as you part your lips away. 

“Sorry, I’ll focus on my boy from now on. Your advances, whether it's to seduce me or just to gain my attention. I’ll focus on you, yeah?” You ‘apologise’. Xavier on the other hand, shivers. His hips move forward spontaneously, still sensitive from his high earlier on. 

“As a way to make it up, let me help you clean you up.” You offer, darting your tongue out to gently clean the underside of his cock. Your motions cause Xaiver to huff heavily, breath fanning softly as his chest rises up and down erratically. 

“I forgive you. Ah..!”

At that moment, your lips take his tip again but also slowly swallow his cock wholly. Only using the reason for cleaning up as an excuse, your motive lies bare right in front of him. The sounds you want to hear the most, the same old but beautiful moans of the male. Soft, light, airy. The sounds bless your ears, as your head starts to bob up and down to extract more of your blessing. 

“S-Shit. Not too fast, please..” Xavier warns, eyes closing to immerse himself into the pleasure. One of your hands starts to caress the front of his body, from his strong thighs that are earned from centuries of wielding a sword, to his prominent abdominal muscles that reflect the same strength of his endurance to be the best of the best. 

You choose to hear him, plopping away from his cock but replacing it with your hand from his abs earlier. Wrapping around them, you give a soft stroke for starters. Thumb pressing against the slit, beads of precum ooze out from him making your strokes less frictious. The pleasure intensifies, his soft moans start to irregulate. Turning into short grunts, he whispers hushed pleads due to his greed. 

“B-baby.. Yeah, just like that. Go faster.” He requests, his own hips moving as if it has its own mind, forward and thrusting into your hand. Obeying his words, your wrist flicks and the speed increases. Pacing the strokes short and fast, your eyes keep glue onto every shift of his expression of reaching his ecstasy. 

“A-Ah.. Doing so good, baby. Keep going.” Xavier encourages, while one of his hands reaches to gently comb away your long strands covering your face. The praises send through your pussy, juices dripping out down to your thigh. Keeping the pace, your tongue peeks out to give kittish licks over and over through the slit. And there, you hear a sharp cry, Xavier’s hips jerk forward from the stimulation of his cock. 

You keep it steady there, ready to capture his precious seed anytime he is about to burst- 

His hand then stops your motions, holding onto your wrist tightly. You on the other hand, despite following and stopping for him, your face has a look of confusion. Swiftly, he moves you down to lay you back again on the bed and he crawls on top of you. The familiar position from earlier on again, this time his cock poking at your entrance. 

“Can’t take it anymore.” Xavier says shakily, his cock spreading along your folds, flicking against your clit. You choke out a moan, the sudden pleasure running through you visits again after the denial of orgasm earlier, heightening your sensitivity. 

“Need to fuck you now. Can I, baby? Please?” He asks, almost sounding like he is going to cry if he is given a rejection to his plea. 

There is no absolute way ‘no’ is an answer, the moment you have wanted for so long after that night lays upon you. And so you nod eagerly, hand reaching down to grab onto his cock to angle it properly against your hole. 

“Yes, please do. Fuck me like you mean it, Xav. Need you to fuck me harder than that night.” As blunt as those words you speak, your actions mirror the same. Tugging onto him without a care in the world, needing to have Xavier again, filling you up and completing each other as one. 

The way your words transcend to him, his orbs darken. With one push, he thrust in slowly fulfilling your orders. Slowly, he begins to accommodate your velvety walls, stretching them apart, ends of Xavier’s hip meets with yours. Once he is fully seated, the both of you moan in unison. Calling each other’s name in bliss, deluge into each other as a call to ending the long awaited tension. 

With that, Xavier’s hips move. 

The first thrust is impactful, pulling out only leaving the tip inside of you, before he slams back down. The push is intense, as Xavier has no room for mercy to be gentle anymore. Not that you mind, the need for the man right in front of you to take you like how he did back in the hotel, hot and steamy, taking you apart till there are no pieces for you to pick up for yourself. 

You broke into soft sobs, as Xavier repeats the motion over and over again each time increasing the impact. You let yourself fall into his hands, your fingers reaching to thread over his soft silver strands before tugging them softly. As a response, Xavier groans at the soft sting against his scalp. 

“Fuck- Fuck Xavier, harder. Faster, ruin me. Don’t hold back.” You coax him out of his shell further, although he is fucking you harder than before you know he still is holding back at the fear of hurting. 

You want him to push your limits, to see how much you can handle him. Whatever Xavier gives, you want it all. To tell him it is okay to let go of his stoic facade at times, with you. And so he did. 

The way he starts pounding mercilessly into your pussy, elicits a scream out from you. The sight you have been looking for now lays upon your eyes. Disheveled, uncontrollable Xavier is in sight. He does not waste time to snuggle his face against the centre of your chests, lips against your plush breast and starts sucking a hickey. 

“God- Mm- You’re pretty like this.. Can’t resist you, baby.” Xavier’s gentle rumble vibrates through your chest. The feathery tone of his voice flutters your heart, the way he is so soft spoken to you despite being in a lewd situation like this reflects on his gentleness which you adore. 

“Your pretty cunt, all for me to ruin hm? Have them wide open for me baby, love seeing you like this.” Air almost knocked out from your lungs, the sudden switch up from gentle to rough piques your senses. There is something you still have a hard time to get used to, behind Xavier's calm appearance, he is a freak. It is not that you are not accustomed to this, in fact, you love it so much from him it riles you up easily. Xavier knows where to use this to his advantage, to mould you into whatever version of you he wants to see

“It’s been awhile since I fucked you haven’t I? You’re so tight, sucking my cock like that.” Another string of obscene words coming out from that man’s filthy mouth, your eyes roll as you can feel soft rushes of pleasure run through your veins just by his words. 

“Then pound into me harder, Xav.” You manage to say, not submitting down. “Tear me apart, or you can’t anymore?” Deciding to test out the waters, your lips curl up into a smirk as you tease him for a bit. Perhaps it was the way he edged you moments before, that you wanted to take revenge. 

Or the fact that as much as you want him to test your limits, you have your own mind to test his. How much could you get away with? Or how much he can suppress, despite seeing him lose his tranquility earlier on, you wonder if he still has barriers to push.  

And you were absolutely right. There were more layers to him. 

Xavier does not miss a beat or give you the chance to retort further the moment his hips plunges into you further, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly without stopping. The intensity causes the shared bed to creak, bed frame hitting the back of the walls echoing the room. The way his cock opens you apart, sending a satisfying stretch. Knowing tomorrow you would be sore but you couldn't care less, your legs circling around his waist to pull him closer and deeper. 

His walls crumble down even further, his careful nature thrown out of the window.

“Ah ah ah.. Yes right there Xavier that feels so good..” You mutter, more moans coming out of you. Words are starting to go incoherent, not being able to make sentences with your mind full of him and the pleasure building up. 

“Right here?” Xavier asks, almost too innocent, and you know he is mocking you. His tip pressing against your sweet spot accurately, whilst his big eyes stare at you with a hint of playfulness. Your eyes for the nth time, roll to the back at the stimulation. 

Yet, Xavier is not satisfied. With a shift of his hips, his hard on misses your spot on purpose, causing you to lose all senses of pleasure. A loud whimper in protest, your eyes regaining back to his. 

“No- Fuck Xav.. Why-” You are about to lose it, almost peaking but then got denied for the second time is driving you insane. 

“Answer me. Is. it. Here.” Xavier does not sound like he is asking, rather than a command for you to answer him as he repeatedly pounds after each emphasis of the word, missing your spot again. Crying in dissatisfaction, you shake your head.

“No.. It’s not there..” You say quietly, lips softly quivering. 

Xavier plasters almost like a sinister smile, before he moves against his spot. Angling his hips upwards, he rams into you, almost certain he is hitting the spot of nerves you need. The same rush travels through your body again, this time stronger. 

“Then, is it here hm?”

“Fuck..! Yes yes yes there.. That’s the spot.. Don’t stop please..” Not making the same mistake earlier you blabber out words to him, hazy eyes of yours looking as direct to his. Xavier’s smile grows wider. 

“That’s right, my good girl.” Xavier’s voice deepens within the praises, letting out a soft giggle at the state of you. Diligently, he leans away to hold onto each side of your hips, hovering it up so it is lifted slightly. You could feel his cock slip in a greater distance, sending you shock. 

The last straw, he goes all out. Starting off strong, he fucks into you with no mercy. Skin slapping onto one another from how harsh xavier is going, in harmony with the shared moans resounding along the confinements of the shared space. There is no space for you to breathe, as he keeps going, chasing for the peak you two want badly. Xavier’s fingers lay across your clit, placing a little pressure before moving it in circular motions enough for you to jolt at the sensation. Tightness coiling at your stomach, you already know that you are close.

“Gonna cum, baby?” He questions, quickening his motions around your clit. Xavier sees through you, knowing that you are close. A scream breaks through, your eyes close shut while you nod. 

“Mhm yeah shit- Xav.. so close I wanna cum. Let me cum, please..” Your voice breaks, your own hips move forward to press yourself into his fingers while pushing his cock more, brushing onto your g-spot nonstop. 

“Yeah? That bad huh?” The other male asks again, pulling his hand away and focuses back on slamming his cock. His breaths are raggy, a sign that he is also near. 

Xavier leans back down, connecting his lips with yours once more. The kiss did not have any sense of direction, irregular and messy as the focus is somewhere else. Nonetheless, to feel your softness, your taste is still needed, in such a way that he feels like dying if he does not in any moment. 

“Let it go, cum for me baby. Cream on my cock, you can do that right?” Xavier rambles through his words, grunts against your lips. His encouragements guides you easy, the tug on your stomach gets even more intense, it goes on and on until 

“That’s my baby, right there. Let go for me. My precious, sweet girl.” 

Strong waves of your orgasm washes over you, screaming Xavier’s name at the top of your chest that could break windows. Your release rushes through your blood, your back lifting away from the bed as your eyes close shut. He continues to ride your high by pounding into you, the pace does not make any sense, slow to fast or vice versa. He is close. 

“Mhm sorry.. Stay there baby, I’m gonna..” Xavier did not finish his sentence, releasing into you as he fills your pussy up with his hot seed to the brim. He lets out a quiet cry, almost like a whine while moaning your name sweetly against your bruised lips. 

After a few more thrusts, he surrenders. Xavier’s huge frame plops on top of yours. The both of you keep quiet for a while, trying to catch your breaths after your highs. Both bodies, sweaty and warm but you and Xavier could not bother to move as you both grow limp. 

Minutes go by, Xavier uses his remaining strength to lift his head up to look at you. 

The same, usual big eyed gaze comes back into life, as Xavier looks at you with such innocence and a hint of shyness. No matter how many times you both do it, it seems Xavier would always get flustered by the end of it. The image of him back in the hotel after you both were done matches with him now, which leads to you letting out a small laugh. 

“What’s so funny?” Xavier asks, red traveling down to his neck as he brows crease deeper. In return, you shake your head. 

“No, it is just how you are always the same. Getting shy after sex.” You point, causing him to groan and hide in between your chest due to embarrassment. But it does not take long, his head lifts up again, chin propping at the centre in between your breasts. 

“Was that..okay?” The question itself causes you to frown, you never understand why Xavier has doubts about himself, when he is the perfect version in her eyes. 

“Perfect, better than the last even.” You comment, earnestly. Xavier, consequently smiles softly at the praise. Assurance is the core of the essence, everything you both do always greets with an affirmation after. It’s the way you both need each other, being each other’s support and uplift on another, instant gratitude washes over you. 

But soon, the softness in his eyes got replaced with a hint of hunger again. Unexpectedly, he pulls out from you, causing you to moan softly at the emptiness, a mix of your juices and his come drips out and pools beneath you. 

Xavier then lays beside you, arms propping behind his head as he looks at you with a smug on his face. 

“How about we ‘test’ it out if we can beat that score of yours. Let’s see if we can do better than this round.” Xavier says without missing a beat, and not to your surprise, your gaze lands on his cock, already hardening at the sight. 

Shrugging, you move to straddle over his lap, come dripping down your thighs. Your pussy sits on top of his erecting cock, sandwiching in between your folds, you both moan together at the touch. “Deal, but this time let me do the work. You’ve worked hard, baby.” The slip of that nickname causes Xavier’s orbs to widen slightly. 

You both are in for a long night.

a/n: this is just pure smut ngl, and yes i still can't get over this card. No restraints, you will always be famous. idk if this is slightly ooc but i wanted xavier to be a mix of a tease, slightly out of his mind but also a loser boy because he is my loser 🙂‍↕️

also, really wanted to write it as ambiguous for the gender of "you" but i am not that great at it so sorry for not being inclusive i will learn further so i could make more inclusive ones next time

thank u for reading

[kaydensb]

100% Legally Sourced Media (Google Drive)

Here is a link for a whole bunch of movies, tv shows and more -

Hopefully all the prior issues with getting things to open or show up have been fixed, but if not let me know specifically what isn't working and I will try to re-upload it.

below is a list of the things currently on my google drive, I may add more and keep updating this list periodically as things get put on the drive.

Audiobooks and Audio Dramas

Fiction

1984 By George Orwell

A Tale of Two Cities By Charles Dickens

Animal Farm By George Orwell

Bleak House By Charles Dickens

Bridgerton Series By Julia Quinn

Chemistry By Rachael Sommers

Daisy Jones and the Six By Taylor Jenkins Reid

David Copperfield By Charles Dickens

Do Not Disturb By Freida McFadden

Dracula By Bram Stoker

Eve of Man Series By Tom Fletcher & Giovanna Fletcher

Fellow Travelers By Thomas Mallon

Frankenstein By Mary Shelley

Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe By Fanny Flagg

Friends of Dorothy By Sandi Toksvig

Gone Girl By Gillian Flynn

Gothic Tales By Arthur Conan Doyle

Great Expectations By Charles Dickens

It By Stephen King

Jurassic Park By Michael Crichton

Les Misérables By Victor Hugo

Little Women By Louisa May Alcott

Mansfield Park By Jane Austen

Me Before You By Jojo Moyes

Neon Roses By Rachel Dawson

No One I knew By A. J. McDine

Oliver Twist By Charles Dickens

Pride and Prejudice By Jane Austen

Red, White & Royal Blue By Casey McQuiston

Sense and Sensibility By Jane Austen

Should Have Known Better By A J McDine

Stranger in the Woods By Anni Taylor

The Complete Sherlock Holmes Collection By Arthur Conan Doyle

The Exorcist By William Peter Blatty

The Girl on the Train By Paula Hawkins

The Glitch By Leeanne Slade

The Great Gatsby By F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Honey Witch By Sydney J. Shields

The Invite By A. J. McDine

The Murder Game By Tom Hindle

The Picture of Dorian Gray By Oscar Wilde

The Promise You Made By A. J. McDine

The Woman in Black By Susan hill

The Wonder Boy of Whistle Stop By Fannie Flagg

The Wrong Sister By Claire Douglas

Think Again By Jacqueline Wilson

Torchwood

We Play Games by Sarah A. Denzil

When You Least Expect It By Haley Cass

Non Fiction

A Billion Years My Escape from a Life in the Highest Ranks of Scientology By Mike Rinder

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[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

“We’re all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.” — Catelyn Stark

Do you guys think that as time passes Robb’s story gets turned into a folk tale…a cautionary story for children…a story rooted in truth but the real details are lost. A boy king marches south looking for justice for his good father but gets betrayed by the people he trusted too much…he gets turned into a beast, half boy and half wolf, forgetting who he is and living among the forest. The riverlanders say that you can hear the wolf king howl when you’ve been lied to, and that he scavenges the woods, pouncing on liars and betrayers. And his mother, so mad with grief, stalks riverbanks at nights, her face torn to bloody ribbons, attacking similar victims, but preferring the ones with blonde hair. Little children hear scary tales of Lady Stoneheart and the Wolf King and are too frightened to ever tell a lie. Men sit in taverns, singing sad drinking songs about a mother and child draped in tragedy. Girls sit about with their needlework, sighing at the true love the Wolf King died for, his fair queen who he put above all others, even himself. Robb Stark is betrayed, and this is true. But time twists the truth. Truth fades into story fades into legend. And he is forgotten, nothing more than a symbol in an old tale.

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do the pro-imperialist aspects of tes generally come from oblivion? i've only played morrowind where theyre an antagonistic colonizing force, and skyrim where they're an incompetent bureaucracy, so i was surprised to see your "pro imperialist" take in that one post😭 totally agree about the racism though

okay not to go on full autism mode but. this is highkey my special interest so this is going to be a long post. this does get kind of serious, so i want to preface that this is all just fiction, but it's important to analyze how writers' internal biases can affect the worlds they build. and like I don’t think the Bethesda writers are like “graaa!!! kill all minorities!!” in a way that’s different from the average liberal American imperialist brainrot.

TL;DR tes is pro-imperialist because the empire is constantly portrayed as either good or not as bad as the other options + characterizes racial minorities in a super "they deserve to get colonized" way.

Pretty much every tes game has aspects of pro-imperialism (the only exception I can think of is Redguard). Oblivion is 100% the most pro-imperialist, but Skyrim and Morrowind are steeped in pro-imperialist rhetoric as well, it’s just a little more subtle than “DIVINE RIGHT OF KINGS: THE VIDEO GAME”.

OBLIVION

I don’t think I need to explain too much on why Oblivion is pro-imperialist outside of the concept of “the Emperor is divinely chosen so only he and by extension the Empire can save the world”. The only way to stop the Oblivion Crisis is to relight the Dragon Fires, which only the Emperor can do because of a covenant with Akatosh that says he’ll protect Mundus so long as Alessia’s heirs (aka dragonborns) sit on the throne, and thus the Empire’s claim to dominance is legitimized because they are literally divinely chosen as the protector of Nirn. There’s also how Pelinal is portrayed as a noble hero that the player actually “becomes” when he committed genocide against the Ayleids so extensively that even his allies were disgusted (bit awkward if the player is an elf).

Now I COULD go into how Mankar Camoran’s writings can be interpreted as anti-imperialist, but that’s a huge can of worms that I don’t feel equipped to talk about because there is like. genuinely theological analysis there and I’m a filthy non-believer.

MORROWIND

Morrowind’s pro-imperialism is actually quite interesting. It’s definitely critical of the Empire, painting it as bloated and corrupt, but any attempt at anti-imperialism is stifled by other factors.

The Nerevarine is an imperialist agent. Like not “you work for the Empire”, but ACTIVELY furthering imperialism and making it easier for the Empire to colonize Morrowind. I can expand on this on a different post, but the Empire uses the Nerevarine to politically destabilize Morrowind .

The only reason Morrowind is not a fully incorporated province is because of the Tribunal. Tiber Septim understandably did not want to fight three living gods, so he instead made a deal with Vivec that allowed Morrowind to be semi-autonomous. The current Empire probably also doesn’t want to wrestle with the Tribunal, plus they’ve got Dagoth Ur and Corprus to deal with as well. The Tribunal are also generally seen positively because they’ve done so much to improve the lives of the average Dunmer.

So it’s very, very convenient for them that there’s a local prophecy about an outlander hero (who can be born within the Empire) that is destined to defeat Dagoth Ur and the Tribunal. This is best seen in the Tribunal DLC, in which Helseth (my cringe problematic failson) literally says that now that the Temple is weakened after Almalexia’s disappearance, he can better implement his policies (which are intrinsically in the Empire’s interest). The Empire basically highjacks a sacred prophecy from an indigenous people (the Ashlanders) so they can colonize better.

The Empire is definitely painted as kind of scummy for this, especially since they blackmail you and likely Caius, but only in their methods. Yes, there’s criticism of the Empire, but it’s often coming from people we aren’t supposed to agree with. The idea of the Empire taking over Morrowind is only questioned by locals who are painted as xenophobic bigots and the strangely large amount of tax evaders. Or straight up bio-terrorist cult leader Dagoth Ur. The Empire certainly isn’t perfect, but seeing as how Morrowind is a place of constant strife and danger, they’re the best choice for “stabilizing” the region and making it “safer”.

Going into a more doylist analysis, Morrowind is extremely orientalist. Like by the gods, it is SO orientalist. Let’s start with the fact that Morrowind is explicitly referred to as “the East” while the Empire is “the West”. The Dunmer are analogous to several Asian + MENA cultures, it’s stated by the writers they were inspired by the Japanese and Egyptians. Dunmeri culture is seen as backwards (slavery), violent (solve problems by killing people), mystical (elven magic), conniving (bureaucratic corruption and murder plots), and highly xenophobic. Most of the people on the player’s side are either not from Morrowind or sympathetic to the Empire’s cause (whether they know it or not). We’re clearly getting set up for a Western civilization vs. Eastern barbarism dynamic.

This is best seen in the issue of slavery. In-game, the Dunmer view slavery as part of their tradition and culture. The Empire views slavery as a backward and evil institution that must be abolished. Slavery is undoubtedly evil, and the average tes player is probably going to agree with that. At the baseline, the player is already more supportive of the Empire on this issue because their position reflects our irl values. The primary pro-slavery House is Telvanni, who are arrogant, “crazy” xenophobes. Telvanni is also extremely anti-Empire, and there are many instances where violence is literally just the only answer to problems. The primary anti-slavery House is Hlaalu, who are hypocritical, conniving opportunists. Hlaalu is pro-Empire, but only for their own economical reasons, so they don’t come out of this looking very good either. The writing on the wall is “this culture is so inherently violent and primitive that those who are against this great civilizing force hate us because of we’re bringing progress and those who are with us are doing so because they have no loyalty and are willing to betray their own kind”. Textbook orientalism.

This isn’t even talking about how in Bloodmoon you literally can found a colony, or how the Dunmer traditionally worship the “demonic” Daedra, or how living in an inhospitable place and being violent partly because of that is literally how people talk about MENA people. There is so much that could be said about how Morrowind is pro-imperialist, but I don’t want to ramble for too long.

SKYRIM

Skyrim is, in my opinion, the writers’ attempt at writing something anti-imperial that just ends up being imperialist because they don’t understand how anti-imperialism works. There is, again, a lot to talk about that I can make a separate post on, but I’ll be going over what I think is the most notable examples.

Let’s start with the Empire. Again, the Empire is NOT painted in a good light. But it is kind of telling that most people agree that they're the better of the two options because at least they aren't ethnonationalists, they're only oppressive imperialists. Kinda racist, but at least not as racist?

In my opinion, the Stormcloaks are more interesting when it comes to analyzing Skyrim as pro-imperialism.

First off, we can’t ignore the fact the Stormcloaks are white. Like THE whitest race in tes, PASTY white. They also have that christianized version of the Viking aesthetic going on (@trickstarbrave has a great post about this). They’re literally called the STORMcloaks. They’re based in Racism, the City. They are literally ethnonationalist white supremacists, and I think it’s kind of fucked up that their ideology is treated as a valid way to rule a country.

Similarly, the main negative of the Stormcloaks is the racism. But that really isn’t a negative for people who like them. At best, it’s something they can downplay (not to call anyone out but I’ve seen fics where the author explicitly says their version of the Stormcloaks is “less racist”). At worst, it’s the reason they like them. The portrayal of racism in Skyrim is also cartoonishly hamfisted and inaccurate. The other negative is them not being able to defend Skyrim against the Thalmor, but I'll go into this later.

It's also important to point out that the Stormcloaks' whole thing is that they want to rule Skyrim independent from the Empire because it's their homeland and they don't want the man to tell them what to do. However, in the lore, the Nords stole Skyrim from the Snow Elves, who they proceeded to genocide and enslave (reminder that Windhelm was built by Snow Elf slaves). This is literally the same dynamic as "the white colonists of the U.S. wanted to rule themselves because it's their land, don't ask about the people that have been living here for thousands of years".

The anti-indigenous rhetoric is RAMPANT in Skyrim, and I don't think I need to explain how imperialism begets it. The Snow Elves are said to be dead and gone, which falls into the trope of indigenous people being in the past and not existing in the present. But more importantly, THEY'RE LITERALLY STILL THERE. The Falmer are painted as mindless beasts, but they clearly have culture. They've domesticated Chaurus, they've built their own homes, they have some type of religious structure. They're people that are understandably scared of outsiders who are invading their home, which is why they attack anyone who wanders too close. Again, painting an indigenous group as "mindless savages with no culture who kill innocent people and steal babies" is like THE trick in the anti-indigenous, racist playbook.

The Reachfolk aren't treated any better either. The Forsworn is a group fighting against the people who stole their land, genocided them, and threw them in a labor camp. They are by all rights in the moral good here, but the writers have tacked on very questionable things. They have demonic, Daedric rituals where they transform their own into evil crones and mindless warriors. They wear little to no clothes to represent their "wild" nature. They're bandits who attack innocents and pillage the "civilized". Truly the ONLY quest in Skyrim that isn't about how much we fucking hate indigenous people is the Forsworn Conspiracy, and even then Madanach compromises his own values in collaboration with the Nords. At the end of the day, the Nords are portrayed as the best option for keeping Skyrim at peace. They are in the right for driving the Reachfolk and Falmer off their land.

We have now reached the point where I say probably my most controversial tes lore opinion: I'm pro-Thalmor but for a very specific meta analysis reason. I promise I do NOT like fascism or racism.

The Thalmor being fascistic ethnonationalist who manipulate 4E politics from the shadows is reflective of the writer’s pro-imperialist views and actively deploys anti-semetic + sinophobic tropes. Stripping things of their weird racist tes context: the Thalmor are a political group that rose up against a colonial power that genocided their race. They came to their peoples’ aid during one of the most horrific tragedy when the colonial power could not, and They are actively supporting other colonized peoples to fight against their oppressors (reminder that the writers felt like it was okay to say the Thalmor were behind the Argonian invasion of Morrowind).

How the Thalmor are portrayed in Skyrim is truly fucking terrible. They want to genocide the humans simply because they think they're better than them. They want to get rid of Talos worship because they simply can't accept that a human could ever ascend to godhood. They want to destroy human culture because it is inferior to their own. They are manipulating the scene, they control the Imperial government, which is ineffective and bending to their whims. They're doing evil against humans and the Empire.

I need to stress that the Altmer are in some parts inspired by East Asian cultures (the old Altmer art is literally holding a katana while wearing a shitty recreation of traditional Japanese wear), particularly the Chinese. In fact, ALL of the non-human races are based on BIPOC cultures. Combined with what I said in the previous paragraph, what does that say?

The minorities DO hate us. The minorities WILL form a coalition to destroy us. The minorities DO control everything and want to eradicate us and our culture. The minorities DO want revenge. They are a faceless hoard, a force of brutal and manipulative power that we know nothing about except for the fact that they hate us. They are lying in wait to strike when we are weak. And if we don't get rid of them first, they will do EXACTLY what we did to them.

THAT is exactly how fascism frames its victims. They are weak, but they are strong. They hate us, so we must hate them. If we win, we will return to our former glory and rule the world as its rightful kings. And if we lose?

They will exterminate us.

Now, giving them the benefit of the doubt, I don't think the people at Bethesda are like. consciously into killing minorities. I think this is just the product of that particular flavor of imperialist, borderline fascistic brainrot that every American has (source: I'm an American and I absolutely unconsciously held similar views, even as a POC). Then again, that’s like basically the same thing.

It's really hard to watch people just NOT understand that writers' conscious and unconscious biases affect their writing. I ultimately torture myself by deeply loving this series, and I don't expect people to like suddenly start hating it because it's problematic in the way 99% of fantasy and sci-fi media is.

so yeah. that's the condensed version of my opinion.