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[whatwillyousing]

i think ive finally come to a breakthrough on why i dont like isat all that much & its something much more fundamental than its clumsy execution or unsubtle juvenile writing like i think i simply just do not agree with its main point

[xxsabitoxx]

JJK Men: Who is Most Likely to Have a Daddy Kink

Warning: this contains smut but not like... explicit smut. More so NSFW talk about kinks and such hehe

A/N: Listen... I used to have a real big daddy kink and I grew out of it forever ago... but sometimes y'all use "daddy" just right in some of your fics and it has me kicking my feet. So, for funzies, I wanted to share my personal HCs on who has a daddy kink and who doesn't lol

Geto Suguru

Sitting pretty and number one is none other than Suguru. Listen, I think this man has a massive daddy kink. I think this man gets off on you calling him daddy in and out of the bedroom. Like honestly? If you are really into it just like he is, he wouldn't mind it if you called him daddy all the time. Like, maybe save for calling him daddy in public or around friends. But in the privacy of your own home? In bed? When no one else can hear you? He'll be putty in your hands if you sweetly call him daddy. Part of the reason I say this is because I think Suguru is 100% a brat tamer, I think he lives for you being a little brat to him just so he can assert his authority over you and put you in your place. He thrives off of the ability to feel superior.

But, roughness aside, he will absolutely give you the best aftercare. Suguru will make sure you know how loved you are, he will constantly ask you for your reassurance that you are alright and he wasn't too hard on you. He'll shower you in love and praise and assure you that you are everything to him. He can get mean when he's in the mood to put you in your place, so he always prioritizes the aftercare.

2. Nanami Kento

I think Nanami has a daddy kink but he's kind of shy about it. Nanami actively hopes that you take the initiative and call him daddy. He's a bit embarrassed about the fact that he really likes the idea of being called daddy. He fantasizes about it when you aren't around to help him get off, stroking himself to the idea of you whispering that one word to him when he fucks you stupid. If you aren't going to take the initiative and call Nanami daddy, he'll eventually give in. He'll likely be balls deep in you when he grits out that you are to call him daddy. He'll be too lost in your body to even feel shame or embarrassment about the request and fuck will he come fast when you finally utter that one pretty word to him. All breathless and fucked out, you'll have Nanami falling apart every time you call him daddy.

Nanami also enjoys alternatives to Daddy, like calling him "sir". Unlike Suguru, he enjoys how respectful it sounds. Nanami won't make you call him daddy or sir outside of the bedroom, it's strictly a sex thing for him unless you express the interest in trying it outside of that scenario. Then, just maybe, Nanami will entertain the thought.

3. Ryomen Sukuna

Before you come and chew me out for the king not being at the top of this list... hear me out. Sukuna is from the Heian period, the man canonically speaks in old Japanese. Hell he asked Megumi to bewitch him. The term "daddy" is a little too new for Sukuna. That's not to say he won't grow to find interest in it. Sukuna much prefers when you call him things like "my king" or "my lord" he even enjoys "sir". But daddy will definitely take some getting used to for him. Once Sukuna gets acquainted with the idea, he will thoroughly enjoy it. He rather likes how flustered you get when you utter the word, making you say it in front of others just to watch them get uncomfortable as you so politely refer to him as daddy. He gets off on the embarrassment more than the word itself, but he does enjoy the nice little ring it has.

Aftercare can be mildly nonexistent with Sukuna. Sometimes his form of aftercare is making you cock-warm him after he just spent hours abusing your most sensitive bits. But other times he'll wrap you in his arms and whisper about how "nobody will ever love you like daddy does." brainwashing you into being content with him.

4. Gojo Satoru

Satoru has mixed feelings about the whole "daddy kink". Depending on your relationship, it may not be rare for you to jokingly call him daddy. Just as he will jokingly call you mommy. But these little "jokes" take a steep turn one night when he's fucking you stupid and he asks you to call him daddy for real. For some reason, it does him in. You'll later learn that you rather enjoy when he calls you mommy while you fuck and then it turns into this awkward little "we shall not speak of this outside of the bedroom" topic. You'll use the words against each other when in public just to see the other get worked up. But, much to Satoru's dismay, he realizes he really does like it when you call him daddy. He can't even explain it, especially since he would relentlessly tease Suguru for having a daddy kink.

Satoru loves aftercare, especially after times when he's punished you. The same can be said for when you provide aftercare after punishing him... having a daddy and a mommy kink is a whirlwind for the two of you. Satoru will clean you up and the tuck both of you in under the nice comfortable blankets, whispering about how he adores you and appreciates you for letting him live out his little fantasies.

5. Fushiguro Toji

Toji isn't really into the daddy kink... mostly because it reminds him of the responsibilities he ran away from... but if you really have a thing for calling him daddy, he's not going to stop you. Toji actually prefers it when you're mean to him, calling him filthy and rude names, belittling him, and calling him a nasty old pervert. He gets off on you being rude to him while he fucks you stupid. Nothing gets him off more than being called a sleazy fucking perv. He doesn't know why but you degrading him will have him blowing his load shamelessly in minutes. But if you really want to call him daddy, Toji will for sure entertain you. Because fuck does he love putting a brat in their place.

When it comes to aftercare, it really depends on your relationship. Toji may just blow his load and then dip, leaving you to clean up and pull yourself together. But if Toji has feelings for you, or if you fucked him really good? He'll clean you up before collapsing in bed beside you.

[charliedawn]

Hello i really like your fanfics about the slashers and I have a request as to what if the nurse one day walks in with a baby in her hands and the slashers think it's hers but not knowing she was just babysitting

(If you do not want to do this request I understand I was hesitant when I wanted to ask this😭)

Warning: Reckless babysitting involved

Freddy: "That thing yours ?"

Freddy is cash.

He ain’t gonna beat around the bush.

The moment he sees a baby in the hospital, he’ll ask himself two things: first, who shagged and brought that thing to life. And two, why is it looking at him like its gonna suck his nonexistent soul out of his body ?

And since there aren’t that many women in the hospital and you were the one holding the baby, he would automatically assume that the pink fleshy thing is yours. He would then be relieved to find out that it wasn’t yours. (Not because he doesn’t think you would be a great parent, but because he kinda sees you as the mama bear of the asylum and could get jealous of not receiving enough attention.)

Freddy *proceeds to carry the baby and puts shades on him and moves its little arms to make it dance on the table*

The baby *stares at Michael*

Michael *stares back*

Michael didn’t really care who’s baby it was. He just stared at it. It was such a funny thing to find in an asylum and he just kept staring at it. But then, he thought about who would be irresponsible enough to leave a baby unattended in an asylum with cannibal clowns ? He hence took it upon himself to take the baby and protect it until the mother or caretaker would arrive…

The baby will be safe if given to Michael.

"Oh ! Nursy laid a child overnight ! Didn’t know your species could do that !" Penny joked as he found the baby.

He did have the craving to take a bite at first, but then he realised the baby was under your care. And as he does respect you to an extent, he decided to spare the child. Besides, the child wasn’t ripe enough for him…It wouldn’t be as nutritious as it would be if it were 4 or 5. He would hence say that he would wait until it is older. He would however observe it and smile at it or do funny faces at it when you’re not looking. He would also throw it in the air (giving you a small heart attack in the process) and giggle as he managed to successfully catch it each time.

The baby *crying his lungs out*

Pennywise: "Give it here."

You *suspicious* : "Why ?"

Pennywise : "Do you want it to sleep ? Give it."

You then witnessed Pennywise use his powers to sing the baby to sleep. Pennywise would lull the child to sleep by singing him a song. Pennywise is older than Penny and has hence a greater repertoire and remembers…everything. He would find a song to make the baby sleep and be extra gentle with it. Unlike Penny, Pennywise is much wiser and careful. He understands the fragility of a baby and would know best what to do with it, even more since Pennywise used to have 7 siblings growing up when he was still human. But, do not leave the kid unattended for too long with Pennywise because after all…old habits die hard and unlike Penny, Pennywise isn’t fussy about the food he eats.

"…Ew."

Patrick Bateman is NOT a baby person, he isn’t a person person on a regular basis, but babies ? They are the worse in his book.

Loud, dirty and can’t do business.

What are they even for ?

The only baby he would get along with would be boss baby. But since he is a character in a cartoon, they would never meet. So the very real baby will stay FAR away from him and he wouldn’t even touch it. He would mildly be interested if the baby is yours, but not a lot more…

You: "Jack. You were a father, right ?"

Jack: "Yeah. Why are you asking ?"

You *dump the baby in his arms*: "Here. I’ll be back in 5."

Jack *momentarily stunned and then calling after you.*: "Hey hey ! No ! Nurse Y/N ! Come back here !"

Jack finally sat down on a chair while the baby was just chilling in his arms and staring at him.

Jack *looks down at the baby and huffs* : "What are you looking at ?"

Him and the baby proceeded to chill all afternoon.

You *forgot the baby in a room*

The baby *chilling on a table and about to roll off said table*

Bo *uses his unexpectedly big brother superpowers and catches it before it falls and then looks down at it…wondering what the hell he just did and why*

The baby *giving him the most baby smile ever*

Him *smirks* : "Well…Ain’t you an absolute sunshine, huh lil’ ugly ?"

Also him *carries the baby to the garage* : "Don’t worry, uncle Bo’s gonna take good care of ya. Lemme show ya how to fix a car now."

Brahms would be happy to take care of it, but he would be clueless and would be afraid to hurt it. Brahms is strong and sometimes he doesn’t even realise how strong. He could involuntarily crush the child. So, he would just sit in front of it and be on guard duty. He would make sure no danger gets near the child and keep an eye on it until you are back. He would then ask if the baby could come back when it is a little older so they can become friends and play tag together.

Brahms *making puppy eyes at you and keeps asking when is the baby going to come back*

[redvexillum]

Will you ever write for Hazbin again?

Hello Annonie,

I know I've recently started talking about a different fandom and it's been a hot minute since I've last posted BUT it's cuz I want to write in advance before I start to post to give an illusion of a regular update schedule 🤣 just for you, here's a little sneak peek into my chaotic organization scheme (translation: nonexistence)

*clears throat and open my word document folder*

Disclaimer: these are all RAW as f♡ck, like salmonella risk. Please don't mind the grammatical/syntax errors! 😢

Caught Chapter 51 (Raw) Excerpt

Untitled ABO (Raw) Alastor x F!Reader Excerpt

Showstopper Chapter 6 (Raw) Alastor x F!Reader Excerpt [currently 18 chapters have been drafted]

Little Red Part 2 Alastor x F!Reader (Raw) Excerpt

Enchante Alastor x F!Reader Chapter 2 (Raw) Excerpt

Untitled Request #1 Alastor x F!Reader (Raw) Excerpt

Untitled Request #2 Alastor x F!Reader (Raw) Excerpt

Untitled Request #1 Vox x F!Reader (Raw) Excerpt

Now, these are all raws and the order of releases have not been planned. Currently I'm working on Showstopper (human!alastor x f!reader set in @redfoxwritesstuff Misdemeanour universe) and Your Boyfriend Fanfic (a gift for a dear friend of mine 🍑). Then I plan to tear through my request list in between updating Caught and Signal.

So TL;Dr, I am still very much entrenched in the Hazbin Hotel fandom. The f♡cking deer demon and TV demon has me by the b♡lls 💖

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to punt my raws out into the world and give an update for other readers mildly interested in my writing status, Lol! 🥰

[transmutationisms]

do you feel like SSRIs are mostly pseudoscience? I'm not sure if I should be open to trying them or avoid them at all costs since I'm not sure if they even work or if they will mess me up permanently

a preliminary note that i don't find the category 'pseudoscience' to be useful & would classify SSRI research more as 'methodologically shoddy science' or 'ideologically slanted' or 'part of a centuries-long effort on the part of psychiatrists to secure themselves professional prestige by claiming neurobiological etiologies where none are shown to exist' &c &c. imo the notion of 'pseudoscience' is itself pretty positivistic, ahistorical, and ideologically noxious (particularly apparent in any analysis of epistemological imperialism).

that aside: you raise two major issues with SSRIs, namely whether they work and whether they will cause you harm.

efficacy of SSRIs is contested. a 2010 meta-analysis found that in patients with mild or moderate depressive symptoms, the efficacy of SSRIs "may be minimal or nonexistent", whilst "for patients with very severe depression, the benefit of medications over placebo is substantial". a 2008 meta-analysis found a similar distinction between mildly vs severely depressed patients, but noted that even in the latter population, drug–placebo differences were "relatively small" and argued that the differences between drug and placebo in severely depressed patients "seems to result from a poorer response to placebo amongst more depressed patients" rather than from a greater efficacy of SSRIs. a 2012 meta-analysis found some SSRIs consistently effective over placebo treatments, but several authors disclosed major relationships with pharmaceutical companies. a 2017 meta-analysis concluded that "SSRIs might have statistically significant effects on depressive symptoms, but all trials were at high risk of bias and the clinical significance seems questionable" (emphasis added) and that "potential small beneficial effects seem to be outweighed by harmful effects".

when evaluating any of this evidence, it is crucial to keep in mind that studies on antidepressant trials are selectively published—that is, they are less likely to be published if they show negative results!

A total of 37 studies viewed by the FDA as having positive results were published; 1 study viewed as positive was not published. Studies viewed by the FDA as having negative or questionable results were, with 3 exceptions, either not published (22 studies) or published in a way that, in our opinion, conveyed a positive outcome (11 studies). According to the published literature, it appeared that 94% of the trials conducted were positive. By contrast, the FDA analysis showed that 51% were positive.

meta-analyses are not immune to this issue, either. in addition to the problem that a meta-analysis of a bunch of bad studies cannot magically 'cancel out' the effects of poor study design, the authors of meta-analyses can and do also have financial interests and ties to pharmaceutical companies, and this affects their results just as it does the results of the studies they are studying. according to a 2016 analysis of antidepressant meta-analyses,

Fifty-four meta-analyses (29%) had authors who were employees of the assessed drug manufacturer, and 147 (79%) had some industry link (sponsorship or authors who were industry employees and/or had conflicts of interest). Only 58 meta-analyses (31%) had negative statements in the concluding statement of the abstract. Meta-analyses including an author who were employees of the manufacturer of the assessed drug were 22-fold less likely to have negative statements about the drug than other meta-analyses [1/54 (2%) vs. 57/131 (44%); P < 0.001]. [...] There is a massive production of meta-analyses of antidepressants for depression authored by or linked to the industry, and they almost never report any caveats about antidepressants in their abstracts. Our findings add a note of caution for meta-analyses with ties to the manufacturers of the assessed products.

so, do SSRIs work? they are certainly psychoactive substances, which is to say, they do something. whether that something reduces depressive symptoms is simply not known at this point, though it is always worth keeping in mind that the 'chemical imbalance' narrative of SSRIs (the idea that they work by 'curing' a 'serotonin deficiency' in the brain) has always been a profitable myth. look, any medical treatment throughout history has been vouched for by SOME patients who report that it helped them—no matter how wacky it sounds or how little evidence there was to support it. this can be for a lot of reasons: placebo effect, the remedy accidentally treating a different problem than it was intended for, the symptoms coincidentally resolving on their own. sometimes the human body is just weird and unpredictable. sometimes remedies work. i'm sorry i can't give you a more definitive answer about whether SSRIs would help you.

as to potential risks: these are significant. SSRIs can precipitate suicidal ideation, a risk that has been consistently downplayed by pharmaceutical companies and studies. SSRIs are also known to contribute to sexual dysfunction and dissatisfaction, again a risk that is minimised and downplayed in much of the literature and in physician communication with patients. further (known) side effects range through emotional blunting, glaucoma, QT interval prolongation, abnormal bleeding & interaction with anti-coagulents, platelet dysfunction, decreases in bone mineral density leading to increased risk of osteopenia and osteoporosis, jaw clenching / TMJ pain, risk of serotonin syndrome when used in conjunction with other serotonergic substances, dizziness, insomnia, headaches, the list goes on.

i don't mean to sound alarmist; all drugs have side effects, some of the ones above occur rarely, and you may very well decide the risk is acceptable to you to take on. i would, though, always encourage you to do thorough research into potential side effects before starting any drug, including an SSRI. more on SSRI side effects in david healy's books 'pharmageddon', 'let them eat prozac', 'the antidepressant era', and 'the creation of psychopharmacology'; 'pillaged' by ronald w maris; and 'the myth of the chemical cure' by joanna moncrieff.

in addition to the above, SSRIs are known to come with a risk of 'discontinuation syndrome'—that is, chemical withdrawal when stopping the drug. this, too, is often downplayed by physicians; many still deny that it can even happen. some patients don't experience it at all, though i can tell you purely anecdotally that SSRI withdrawal was so miserable for me i simply gave up on quitting for over a year, despite the fact that at that point i was already thoroughly experienced with chemical withdrawals from other, 'harder' drugs. again, i am not telling you not to go on SSRIs if you decide these risks are worth it to you! i simply think this is a decision that should always be made with full knowledge (indeed, this is a core, though routinely violated, principle of medical 'informed consent').

ultimately this is not a decision anyone should make for you; it's your body and mind that are at stake here. as always i think that anyone considering any kind of medical treatment should have full knowledge about it and should be making all decisions freely and autonomously. i am genuinely not pushing any agenda 'for' or 'against' SSRIs, only against prescription of them that is done carelessly, coercively, or without fully informing patients of what risks they're taking on and what benefits they can hope to see.

[saintkunii]

PAIRING. Albedo x F! Reader

CONTENT WARNINGS. College Au, smut, some sneaky office sex, raw sex, crossposted on ao3

WC. 2.6k

SUMMARY: some sneaky sex with your department president.

MINORS DNI

Albedo sees your troubled look the moment you step foot inside the office, your brows furrowed, lips pulled in scorn while your hands clutch around a folder. You didn’t mean to slam the door behind you but it was enough indication for Albedo to know that you failed in your little search for your irresponsible treasurer who’s quick to ditch every meeting.

Still, he asked from his place behind the table, fingers atop the keyboard on rest. “No news?”

You sighed in exasperation and plopped down on the sofa intended for visitors. “That bastard can fucking go to hell-”

Strings of curses rolled off your tongue in practiced ease.

“Language,darling.”

“-I’ve been trying to contact him since earlier and I’ve been looking for him everywhere on campus,” you rattled on and on, complaining about your little adventure and quest to find the hidden boss. “My feet hurt!”

Albedo momentarily glances at your heeled shoes and frowns, “Why were you wearing heels? You knew we would be busy this week.”

He leans down pulling the drawer at the most bottom part open and takes out a pair of slippers that he uses sometimes. He rose to his feet and strode to your place.

“I know, I know, Albedo. But they were cute and it goes well with my skirt. What do you think?”

You crossed your legs to emphasize your pencil skirt, but it only managed to hike up to your thighs and expose your thigh high stockings, your smooth skin peaking through the bands. Albedo didn’t mean to stare as he kneels in front of you and sets the slippers by your feet, but the sight urges him for a touch. He looks away discreetly.

There was a momentary silence and you became greatly aware of your privacy in the room with Albedo, the slight hum of the air conditioning unit easily picked by your ears.

“What are you doing?” You raised a brow at him, embarrassed at the distance.

“I’m changing your shoes.” comes his reply with a soft smile. There was a slight mischievous twinkle in his eyes that went unnoticed by you. “You can use my slippers.”

“You don’t have to.”

“It’s okay, let me,”he insisted.

He unclasps your shoe starting from the right foot, hands warm against your stockings with the light friction tickling you. He carefully sets them aside before he turns to the other pair and repeats the process. There was a slight teasing in his touch as he lightly rubbed his fingers purposely on your calves, his eyes locked on your feet like he was devoted to his actions of removing said footwear and not riling you up.

As soon as he was done, he glanced up to you, eyes asking for permission with your stockings. You were quick to get the message and nodded uncharacteristically enthusiastic about his actions, thinking, after all, you can’t properly wear the slippers without removing them.

He mildly pries your knees open, just enough for him to dig his fingers inside your skirt and reach for the gartered band. Slowly, as if taking his time to roll off your stockings, his nails deliberately presses enough force against your skin that goes straight to your core. He does the same thing again to the other leg while you stay still watching him in silence, same lithe fingers brushing your skin. He slips the slippers to your feet individually and stands up patting off nonexistent dust.

Albedo then extends his left hand to you.

“Hand me the request form. I’ll sign it on his behalf.”

That- What was that? There was a bit of disappointment in you but you pretend as if it didn’t affect you that much. Sneakily though, you took a quick peek of his pants and saw the slight bulge while passing the folder to him.

“Here.”

Albedo takes the seat next to you, sofa dipping at his weight. Using the coffee table, he pulls out his extra pen he keeps in his breast pocket and signs the documents swiftly and stacks them back again before placing them aside. Your eyes never left his hands, seeing every roll and twist of his joints and muscles, stares boring holes in the back of them.

“What?” He turns to you in amusement as he stores his pen, quick to notice your actions.

You shake your head hastily. “Nothing.”

It’s not nothing though. It’s your hormones wanting more of his touch.

You heard him chuckle lightly and sigh shortly after, exhaustion quite apparent in his face.

“Come here,” he says, patting his lap. You rose to your feet as he held your wrist to guide you to his lap.

Albedo wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head in the crevice of your neck, inhaling a deep breath and exhales. His tense muscles relax a bit, now that he has you like this in his arms.

“What’s gotten into you?” You ask, gingerly combing his hair with your fingers. It tickles a bit against your cheeks.

“I miss you,” his voice is soft, a whisper against your skin, and you feel the slight tremor of his voice.

“Stressed?”

He hummed. “That too. It’s not easy to pull this event together.”

A rare moment of vulnerability from your boyfriend who seemed to always have it together. The tone of his voice is as if he’s asking to be spoiled. He’s often so strict and serious so you relish moments like this.

You reply to him by nodding while grinding your hips down his growing bulge.

Albedo inhaled sharply, his grip on you getting tight as he kept himself from thrusting up. The hand on your waist snakes down to your thigh as he planted a soft kiss on your neck.

“Care to help your boyfriend out?”

Twisting your neck to his direction, you grinned widely. “Thought you’d never ask. We should wrap this all up so we can go back to the dorms.”

You rose to your feet, intending to go to your table and finish up all the paperworks, but when he didn’t even bulge, you looked back to him and see the way he looks at you with hooded gaze, lips tugged into a suggestive smile that you shivered slightly at his intense eyes.

Realization dawns on you and you mouthed an ‘o’, heat warming up your cheeks.

“Here?” you questioned, thoughts running about the possibility of getting caught having sex in the student council office. You admit, that was definitely something you’ve considered in your head. A little guilty that you can’t help yourself about wanting to take Albedo right then and there every time he exhibits what authority he has in your meetings.

It’s an exciting thought, to watch someone as calm and composed as Albedo fall apart, to know that he’s just as driven in desire as much as you whenever you’re present.

“Why not? I heard you talking with your law friend.”

The revelation made your jaw drop and you felt embarrassed as the memory of your small talk with your friend returned. Descriptive scenarios left your mouth then, of how you wanted to be held in the office with your legs on his shoulders or the guilty desires you have of your stern looking partner sucking him off under the desk, reduced to a puddle of pleasure. You didn’t expect him to overhear them. And you certainly did not expect that he would be open to the idea as well.

You stood closer to the edge of the couch, standing in between his legs while his palms claim post on the curve of your waist, rubbing affectionately and in invitation. There was slight hesitation in your features that was slowly crumbling at Albedo’s reassuring gaze. You lay one hand on his shoulder and the other on his hand to stop his actions.

“What if someone comes in?” you mumbled although your mind was already half ready, your core throbbing in excitement.

“We’ll be done before anyone does. There’s only a few students left on campus so there’s only a slim chance of anyone walking in on us.” He kisses your hand and ushers you back to his lap again. “So, what do you say?”

Your reply comes in a roll of your hips as you straddle him once again, your pencil skirt riding up your thighs, drenched underwear exposed for him to see. He latches onto your thighs with an amused smile.

With a shy nod, you inched closer for a kiss, mouth hungrily catching his while satisfied hum escaped your lips. It’s desperate. It’s exciting. The moment his tongue touches yours, you hear him moan which prompted you to move your hips once more, wanting to feel more of that excitement building below.

It’s driving you mad. The last bits of your rationality leaving you at every nip of Albedo’s teeth on your lips and every suck to your tongue. Whoever said Albedo looks too disciplined and boring to even know how to give a proper kiss haven’t witnessed the ferocity of the man driven by his desire and how you’re one lucky person to experience it firsthand.

Albedo’s hand wanders upward, pressing a finger to your clothed cunt, your arousal sipping through. Your thighs clenched under his hold and a whimper of his name echoed in the office.

“Albedo…”

You’re growing impatient. You push your cunt against his hand, wanting that touch you’re so familiar with. Albedo teased you by swiping your clit through your damp underwear, toying with your core and pressing it until you’re huffing and panting in obvious need. His teeth digs into your throat and he sucks into your skin, careful not to leave a bruise. He couldn’t keep himself from wanting to leave a mark, but knowing you’d be mad if he does so, he holds back a little. It feels a little prickly but the pain sets you on edge as you gulp and grind down.

Albedo unbuttons your shirt just enough for him to slip your bra down and release your boobs. Having set his eyes on your nipples, he takes it into his warm mouth and sucks the bud, alternating between licking and sucking. You caught your breath in your throat and mewl at the sensation, heat pooling in your core and dripping with need. Your chest heaves up and down under his ministration.

“Put it in, please.” you whine, frustrated at his teasing.

You reach for the metal band of his belt keeping his pants. A bit too hasty in removing them. You drew back, giving room for him to pull down his pants and let his rigid erection free. While he’s at it, you take the time to slip your panties off to the side before you return to your position with your hand on his shoulders for stability. He nudges the flaring tip of his erection to your weeping entrance, and slowly, you sink into his cock, taking him in carefully.

Albedo swallows your cry of his name, cradling your neck as he kisses you roughly and full of eagerness, teeth clashed with teeth, hot breaths mixing in and fanning your face. You feel so completely filled as he sheathes himself inside you, length throbbing in the warmth of your fluttering cunt sucking him in.

You keep still, tongue slipping into his mouth with your sighs of relief bouncing off the walls.

You moaned as you moved your hips, rocking up and down his lap at a growing pace. Albedo leans into the couch and watches you bounce into his cock, so wet and warm that he twitches at the wanton display of your boobs bobbing at the motions. Every wet slap of your skin into his lap, your pussy squelching with your clasp, it’s punctuated by the high pitched mewls leaving your lips.

Albedo keeps you steady with a grip on your waist and chases after you with a buck of his hips. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his hard length keeps bumping into your sweet spot, slipping almost to the entrance of your cervix. With a grunt, he keeps a steady pace to fuck into you.

Your breath quickened and you squeaked, moaning and crying at the pleasure, tears forming in your eyes as you eagerly matched his frenzied pace.

Your climax lingers, your head feeling lighter. Albedo coaxes you into your release until white light pokes through your sight and the knot comes undone. You spasmed helplessly, calling out to albedo with a whine.

“Not yet.” he growls low into your neck and lays you to your back as he sensually rocks his hips to and fro, assaulting you through your high with fervor. He lifts your legs up and prompts you to wrap it around his waist while he presses his lips on you once more.

Your ankles cross behind him as it digs into his back pressing his hips impossibly closer to you. He surges forward deeply with what space he can maneuver with and steadily sheathes himself into you with fluid motions. Your back arch into him as your jaw hangs open, overly stimulated all over your senses. His name spills from your lips in an endless stream.

Your entrance is rimmed with the white coat of your juice as his cock sinks into you. His body jerks and his hot fluid of semen spurts into your insides as he grunts into your ear and huskily calls out your name. Your tight walls milk him till you’re filled to the brim with a few more rolls of his hips.

Albedo nuzzles into you and pecks at your neck, breathing heavily against your twitching form, his pants are hot against your skin. His erratic heartbeat falls into its normal rhythm. It made you shudder. Your limbs grow limp in exhaustion.

“That was nice.”

You broke the silence, giggling as Albedo pushes himself up and grabs the box of tissue to clean you up. He chuckles as he wipes at your leg and takes care of himself as well, carefully tucking his shirt back and fixing his pants.

“We should do this again next time,” he says with a teasing smile and you blush, furiously shaking your head.

“No way. We were lucky this time no one was here.”

As if on cue, you hear feet shuffling past the door and voices growing closer to your office. You shoot up and brush your tousled hair and straighten your blouse, buttoning them back with haste.

“Damn, speak of the devil.” You frantically pull down your skirt. “Ah, Albedo. My panties. It’s by your feet.”

He leans to pick it up and looks at the item in his hand but before he can give it to you, the door bursts open and kaeya strides in with a takeout box. You see Albedo shoving your underwear into his pocket and steps aside for the newcomers.

“Ohh. Pres I’ve figured you’d be here and I see, our precious vice president is also here. We brought you guys dinner. Knowing Albedo, he’d still be nose deep into the preparations.” Kaeya sets the takeout on top of the table and takes a seat. Jean is right behind him, also bringing some drinks.

you can’t help but blush knowing what just transpired in the room, embarrassment fills you up, unable to look at any of them in the eye like Albedo does.

He’s quick to act casual and nonchalant.

“Well, how thoughtful of you.”

The two of you look at each other, silently amused at your own dirty little secret.

[imagine-silk]

Fallout characters reacting to Sole who (with the Ghoulish/Solar Powered Perks) are practically immune to all radiation, and maybe that perhaps they learn this when they step in apprehensively into the Glowing Sea with them and notice they don't need a rad suit or anything to fight those rads? (Thank you for what you do!!)

》It's such a big flex out in the wasteland. Imagine the world's biggest threat not applying to you.

【Cait】 "Ya eat lead too?"

She doesn't believe you until you're walking around the Glowing Sea unfazed. Is she jealous? Yes. Is she going to make that your problem? Not really. Other than demanding chems to get rid of the problem she keeps on going. The faster you are the faster you leave.

【Codsworth】 "Oh! That's new."

You weren't like that before. Not that he's complaining, any advantage you have is fully condoned by him. As long as you're alright he has no issue with it. Besides, he likes the fact he's also not effected by it so he can go with you in these places.

【Curie】 "Marvelous!"

She immediately starts identifying why you are like this and reinforces her body accordingly. She will do further test just to be sure she's right but other than that she won't ask much.

【Danse】 "Good thing I have power armor."

Unlike most synths, his resistance to radiation is nonexistent. He was made to blend in with the masses. But he kept his armor/ got a new armor and there's always rad-away.

【Deacon】 "I can do that too."

He can't, but he hides it very well. You won't see the symptoms of radiation poisoning so whether or not you believe him is up to you. He will complain about the green everywhere though.

【Hancock】 "How come you get to keep your smooth skin? I feel cheated."

It's all in good fun. He knows if he stays in radiation too long he'll go feral but he does like the idea he can tolerate it more than any of your human companions. Might even stick his tongue out at them as you leave with him.

【MacCready】 "You wanna share that superpower with me?"

He's annoyed to put it mildly. Why did you ask him to come out with you to the waking sea? Just wanna show off? He still needs to take rad-away and radX. Next time take someone who can go into radiation no problem. He says all that but will always follow you into the Glowing Sea.

【Nick】 "That's one less thing to worry about."

He constantly worries over your well-being. You need to do so much he doesn't; eat, sleep, and drink to name a few. He decides not to question the development because he doesn't want to jinx it, like if he found out it would be taken away.

【Piper】 "And here I thought vault dwellers would shrivel up and die at the color green."

She laughs at the idea more than she asks questions about why you're like that. She figures you just got tolerate over time on the surface. That being said, she tells Nat and immediately starts a rumor you were some sort of superhero before the bombs.

【Preston】 "I can't imagine what happened that allowed you to do that."

He's relieved, impressed, and tired all at the same time. At some point he just learned you're going to defy every rule he knows and to let it go when that happens. Would it be nice to have your plot convenience? Yes. Will he ever tell you that? No.

【X6-88】 "It is assuring you can handle this endeavor."

He was made to handle the surface, radiation has no effect on him. Not that he would like to test it or spend any unnecessary time in the Glowing Sea.

【Travis Miles】 "You kind of seem impossible. I-I mean that as a good thing."

After everything he's seen of you he can't imagine anything could kill you, radiation included. Still there is a fine line between impressing him and scaring him and you seem to use that line like a God damn jump rope.

[eldritch-spouse]

Oughh, for a second, I lost your account, and I was so sad because I love your world and oc's so much!!

Okay so I read again the Morell and Nebul interchanging pets for a day, and it made me curious.

Would they actually trust each other to babysit each other's obsessions for long spans of time? Would they ever schedule some kind of "play dates " for their humans, as a treat, maybe?- 🪶🍵

[Howdy! Thenk you and welcome back. :7]

[Ooough I had to go back and fetch context for that one.]

Likely not long spans of time.

Nebul knows that he can trust a properly trained obsession in the hands of one of his coworkers for a short span of time, because they're already trained to a fine level and can behave without provoking any sort of unfortunate incident. However, the longer he leaves his pearl in another's hands, the higher the probability of disaster is- He just doesn't perceive his coworkers as being able to properly care for or discipline you.

Morell's biggest fear is that Nebul will poke around your brain too much and that you'll come back to him an empty shell of your former self. To the point where he'll sometimes ask you everything you did with the wraith, just to try and make sure that no memories were eaten in his absence. So no, the chef naturally doesn't want you around Nebul for too long.

Play dates can happen, following a short evaluation of how stable both of you are. Both monsters agree that this should be a reward for good behavior, or otherwise utilized as a means to normalize the situation to one or both of you. Purpur, Turnip, Alfredo and Pepper may be involved. While Nebul is more partial that these get-togethers happen in his shop and Morell prefers them in the restaurant space, both have agreed that maybe the garden works well enough.

It's got scenery and enriching wildlife (very not-normal wildlife).

Likely not.

He wants your online presence to be as diminished as possible, ideally nonexistent.

Nebul will allow you to submit verified scores in competitions, but he holds all the information of your every account and never allows you to stream anything or interact with anyone.

Offline games are at your disposal if you happen to showcase good behavior. He particularly finds it amusing how you torture yourself with souls games. Beneath all that sweltering rage that nearly has you smashing controllers, there's an undercurrent of satisfaction that keeps you going.

He usually swoops in when you're defeated and sulking about it.

[Hawhawhawhaw-]

To be fair, Xiko himself is mildly embarrassed.

He usually plans what he deems to be his. Because it's kind of humiliating to chase after something he can't physically attain, isn't it? Kind of like holding a stick with a carrot in front of a pig. Except that pig is aware of what's happening, and can't do anything to stop the chase.

Here, Xiko didn't get to decide that you would be his over a decent period of time where he determines it's plausible to obtain you. No, he just saw you, listened to his urges, and paid for it via being forced to sprint after you until he can steal some poor sap's car and turn this into a news-worthy story.

He's angry at himself as he burns his own undead leg muscles with the rabid urge to reach you, he's furious! But the process cannot be stopped. And he will have you.

Honestly, he understands he looks scary to the average human -Even some demons find him gnarly- But if you crash and end up dying because of this, he's going to be so mad Xiko might actually reach into his mouth and pull his eyes out.

[Pip? 😭]

Make no mistake, once a certain level of efficiency is reached, you are effectively a glorified lap cat.

Cuddling is used many times as a subtle way to reinforce certain responses, without you even knowing. Nebul conditions you such so that you'll seek cuddling him even after he does something traumatic to you- Because even if he's the one that hurt you, you have already been trained to believe that he's also the only one that can comfort you.

While to you it might be nothing more than a relaxation session, the wraith is constantly testing how you respond to certain touches. How easily do you lean into him? How much do you fidget? Do you lean away? Do you seek his hand after he removes it? How bold are you in the way you position yourself? Are you relaxed enough to miss certain gestures? Yes, Nebul is enjoying himself too, but he's still evaluating you.

Cuddling is used a lot during the process of training you precisely because Nebul notices that you respond so intensively to it.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

In regards to that ask about Legend, I've always liked the idea of him being Fable's half sibling or something, because it is a different Link/Zelda dynamic. I also think Legend wouldn't really be interested in relationships after the whole Marin thing. It does get tiring when Link is always paired with Zelda.

That being said, what are some of your favorite Link/Zelda dynamics? Or who might a Link be interested in instead? Sky and Sun are the only ones I can't see with anyone else, and I know you like Mipha/Wild. Which if I had actually taken my time with BoTW I probably would too, but I don't know enough of the story there to really have an opinion

There are some who like the whole “Link & Zelda are destined to be soulmates no matter what and that means romance all the time,” and if that floats your boat, sure. But I do definitely prefer variety. Also I could make a really cursed observation about Zelink through the ages based on the reincarnation that’s mildly implied, but for the sake of my lovelies who adore all the Zelink, I won’t 😂

I’m probably just gonna sound like I’m repeating myself from other asks, sorry, I haven’t played all the Zelda games so I can only truly speak to the ones that I have, but I’ll throw in my two cents for the ones that I’ve at least seen play through snippets/vibes I get from LU/ideas I liked.

Skyward Sword: They’re definitely, 100% in love, and they are adorable. 10/10 pairing

Minish Cap: They’re childhood friends to my knowledge, so it could go either way, I think. They’re so young in this game, I can’t say what’s gonna happen to them. Definitely would stay friends though.

Ocarina of Time/Majora’s Mask: It’s so complicated. I can see Adult timeline Zelda having an attraction to him, having hoped and prayed for his return to see a handsome young man appear. I can see Link physically being attracted to her while not entirely comprehending what that means because he’s still nine, and I can see than becoming an issue when he does naturally grow a little older. I can see Link being unable to separate the Zelda in the “nonexistent” timeline he fought alongside from the Zelda in his current timeline, who didn’t have to endure the same trials and therefore isn’t exactly the same, and I can see that messing him up too. So I feel like they’d be friends at best, have a professional relationship with maybe some fondness being likely, or cold and distant at worst. It seems most likely that they’re friends but Link keeps her at an arm’s length… by Majora’s Mask he seems to keep everyone at an arm’s length, tbh.

Twilight Princess: Eh. They could be friends, they could become lovers, it could work. But there definitely isn’t enough in the game to say for sure with the latter option. Link very clearly finds her beautiful based on his reaction to seeing her the first time, but he also had the same reaction to Midna lol, boy just goes :O with every pretty girl he sees. 😂 I think he had more chemistry with Midna but he also had time to develop that relationship, and since she’s gone that’s a sadly moot point anyway. But most likely, I think he’ll either end up with Ilia (he does seem to genuinely care about her, and you can see she has some strong feelings for him… you can make them a sibling dynamic or romantic, I haven’t played through the entire game yet so I can’t say for sure, but I can see them getting together) or someone completely different, despite his restlessness at the end of the game, he seems very much a guy who would settle somewhere quiet and have a family eventually. He’s very domestic and gentle and stuff ☺️ And honestly it would be interesting and fun to see the quiet, regal, stoic Queen Zelda get invited to middle-of-nowhere country village to wind down, or for her to invite Link to the castle and his kids sneak along and cause chaos or something 😂

Wind Waker/Phantom Hourglass: I’m pretty sure Tetra and Link found New Hyrule together, so it’s heavily implied they’re a thing. From what I’ve seen they have cute chemistry together, so I’m down for it.

Spirit Tracks: I’ve barely seen anything about this game, but given Zelda is the companion for this one she at least is one of the likelier Zeldas to be in a romantic relationship with Link. Dunno 😅🤷🏻‍♀️ everyone seems to think they are, so I guess I’ll go with it

A Link to the Past/Link’s Awakening/Oracle games: I honestly really like the implication that Zelda and Link are siblings. It’s very different from the others and could have so much potential for either fun or angst! Or both! Link obviously has feelings for Marin, and I do think he’d definitely need a break from romance after Koholint. I can’t say he’d never be interested in another relationship after that, but definitely not for a while.

A Link Between Worlds: 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ not a clue, never seen an interaction between them

Four Swords: Also not a clue lol

Legend of Zelda/Adventure of Link: I mean, clearly they’re at least friends if Link’s still helping her out six years later, that’s all I’ve got 🤷🏻‍♀️😂

Hyrule Warriors: Ugh. This game lol. They give each other lovey dovey looks, so sure. Why not. At least make Zelda interesting if you’re (general you, not specifically you) gonna write it though. Idk. Honestly, them being war buddies is awesome. But the way this game portrays Zelink grinds my gears so I usually struggle to get beyond that. Link honestly should probably just be left alone after he has Cia’s creepy self stalking after him while simultaneously trying to kill him (girl did not know what she wanted, nor did she know what clothes were). Of Link’s options, he definitely wouldn’t want Cia, Lana would be sweet and loving and kind but he probably couldn’t get beyond her being a part of Cia (RIP poor girl, I really do like her and she genuinely loves Link), and Zelda would be ok. Both Zelda and Lana could be war buddies with Link, which is fun. I don’t think Link/Lana could happen because Cia, and I can see the war and politics after the fact impeding Link/Zelda. LET LINK JUST FIGURE HIMSELF OUT DANG IT HE’S A TRAUMATIZED WAR VETERAN WHO HAS BEEN SEXUALLY HARASSED.

Age of Calamity: Link/Mipha all the way! It’s heavily implied in BotW canon that they were a thing anyway, and here they get the chance to actually live! And be together! As such, I feel like Link is a very caring friend to Zelda, and I also think a strong friendship/siblinglike relationship between Zelda and the Miphlink couple would be adorable (and very beneficial for diplomatic relations between the Zora and Hyrule). I know in botw Zelda had a crush on Link prior to the calamity after he rescued her, not sure if that’s the case in AoC because I haven’t finished the game but it seems less pronounced. Either way, a crush isn’t the same as a strong friendship changing into a romantic one. Also I had this idea that Zelda, being the scientist she is and far more interested in just helping rebuild her kingdom (and perhaps not knowing how to cope with being alone when the guy she crushed on is married), announces some kind of competition or presentation for eligible bachelors and Link and Mipha are facepalming and Link (and Urbosa) is 100% gonna vet all the men by glaring at them from behind the queen and Mipha’s gonna be the Vibe Check girl (Daruk thinks they’re all nice, mostly; Revali is like “keep me out of this nonsense” but will low key stalk all the bachelors to make sure they’re up to snuff)

Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom: Given the fact that these two traumatized beans only have each other for points of reference/mutual understanding of their trauma and entire viewpoint, they very likely get together. I have a hard time with it only because people are so insistent on botw Zelink that they completely disregard Mipha and ship Link with Zelda before the calamity as well, which I do not. But honestly, botw/TotK Zelink is fine with me. Though TotK keeps it so vague sometimes, I feel like you can reasonably imply that maybe they haven’t gotten together yet by that point but they’re very close to doing so. Or it’s early in their romantic relationship.

Echoes of Wisdom: TBD! They haven’t interacted much yet from where I am in the game (Gerudo Desert), but considering (MILD SPOILERS) they didn’t even know each other until he rescued her, it’s gonna take a lot to convince me they’re gonna fall in love. Also, it’s hard to tell how old they are with this chibi style but I get the vibe they’re on the younger teenager side? Nothing’s set in stone for relationships at that age.

…I think that’s all of them?

[soraka-in-warhammer40k]

I guess now that the application failed I can now talk about this, but... holy fuck is Games Workshop always that unprofessional with their local stores? So I need a job that's either full remote or close to my home so I can fund my disseration project and still keep working on it. The Warhammer store nearby is looking for years now for a new store manager. As I essentially had nothing to lose and a weird job is better than no job, I just sent my documents and hoped for the best. As I am grossly overqualified they would never take me anyways, but hey it can't hurt to try, right?

I did not mention that I have a (mildly significant) social media presence in their franchise tho. Didn't feel right to mention that.

What I did NOT expect however was the absolute joke that followed after: if your international company runs a dozen or more individual stores in a large language space I expect that the person who calls me for a video interview TO ACTUALLY SPEAK THE LANGUAGE. Do they not have a single native speaker on the team for this?! This entire 30 minute interview would have gone smoother if I had just swapped over to english and I sure would have gotten less "deer in the headlights" stares from the person interviewing me as apparently they had no clue what I just said.

Just what the actual fuck passes for "hey I speak a second language good enough to be paid for it" in english spaces?! If my english was at that level and I tried to apply somewhere with that, they'd laugh me out of the room.

But the craziest bit was their plan for what'd follow after should I pass the first round: a face-to-face interview - AT THEIR COMPANY HQ IN A CITY FOUR HOURS AWAY. The store is literally five minutes from my place, but they expect me to literally cross half the country for a job like that? Any professional company would have sent the interviewer to the store and done this here, at the actual workplace.

Also, the pay is absolute shite. For a fulltime position that requires working on Saturdays, inflexible work hours, and has you as the sole responsibility for everything in this one-man store, they essentially offered 2500€ a month before taxes (roughly 1700€ after). Oh, and only 25 days paid vacation (industry standard is 30). No benefits from what I have seen either. I genuinely had better in the scummy call-center I was at before.

I guess this is a good warning for everyone: unless you are working at the core of the company over in GB, do not apply. The pay is shite, the benefits nonexistent, and apparently the company culture is so bad that they've not managed to keep a single manager at this location for more than a few months every time. Given the glimpse of what I have seen during the application process, that last bit is not surprising to say the least.

[frozenwolftemplar]

'Tis the season for *fun* conversations

Fandom: Carmen Sandiego (2019)

Rating: G

Word Count: ~1,152

Just a little Christmas fun, inspired by my thinking about the societal constructs Carmen wouldn't have encountered growing up sequestered on VILE Island.

Apologies if this isn't very good, I've been trying to get out of a writer's block rut and this is the end result :/

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“What’s that supposed to mean?”

As one, Zach and Ivy turned from the television set to stare puzzled at Carmen, feet curled under her as she reclined on the hotel suite's armchair, then each other, exchanging baffled looks. The boss didn’t usually watch TV with them, spending post-caper evenings chatting with Player or people watching from hotel balconies or lobbies or nearby concourses; questions were to be expected on the odd occasions she did join them. But for this show?

“What’s what supposed to mean?” Ivy asked, setting down her can of Coke precariously on the arm of the couch.

Carmen gestured at the screen, indicating the kiddie Christmas cartoon that was the night’s main event. Really, she couldn’t see what made it, per Zach and Ivy’s insistence, "a classic" that “they had to watch:” most of the characters were on the mean side, especially the season’s ubiquitous Santa Claus (guy was a jerk to rival Shadowsan; what about him was worth celebrating for a solid month?), the music was tinny and off-key more than it was on, and the story about a deer who couldn’t catch a break was more aggravating than amusing (another seasonal mystery: what was festive about watching someone get bullied?).

But cartoons had been nonexistent on the Island, and watching the little stuffed animals seemingly, on their own accord, move was a diverting novelty. So while it was snowing too hard to avail themselves of what Chicago had to offer and she was gaining firsthand experience of what it was to be ‘snowed in,’ (something Player had found wildly amusing: “You said you wanted to know what living in Canada was like.” “I take it back.” “Too late!”) she’d accepted the siblings’ offer to pass the night with what was apparently an essential component of American Christmas, letting herself be mildly entertained by the childhood magic she’d missed out on in the form of an admittedly cute deer prancing across the screen, singing songs with an aspiring dentist (American Christmas did not make much sense).

Being mildly entertained did not preclude having questions, though.

“Man’s work,” She clarified, repeating Donner’s justification for excluding his nameless wife from searching for their runaway son. “What even is that?”

Neither sibling reached for the remote as the cartoon cut to a commercial break and ads began to blare, the television forgotten as they stared at Carmen like she’d just sprouted antlers to match the puppets on screen. “…Seriously?” Ivy asked, the word tight with disbelief. “You’ve never heard anyone say somethin’ like that? No one, like, ever said you couldn’t do something ‘cause you were a girl?”

“Um…” Carmen furrowed her brows, thinking back over her previous life on the Island. There were plenty of times she was told she couldn’t do something: play with Dr. Bellum's inventions, hike into the jungle by herself, poke around Countess Cleo’s wine cellar, rifle through Countess Cleo’s closet (the countess had been one of the main issuers of ‘don't-do-that’s, right after guess-who (again, jerk)), enroll in the Academy, sit in on Graduation (something she never did see but that still turned her stomach), leave. But the reasons had always boiled down to her being too young, too immature, too unruly; being a girl never had any bearing on the 'why's behind the 'no's.

“Ever?” Incredulous italics slanted through Ivy’s voice as Carmen slowly shook her head. “Wow.” She sat back on the sofa with a huff and crossed her arms over her chest, the Colgate spokesman’s smile taking on a suddenly nervous air at the venom in Ivy's glare. Grabbing her soda, she slammed back the rest of the can, then crushed it with a hand that had the innocent polar bears giving a growling crunch in alarm. “Guess VILE had something going for them after all.”

Confusion deepening (because how could VILE have anything going for them?), Carmen turned to Zach, the bowl of popcorn speckled with M&Ms and marshmallows sitting uncharacteristically forgotten in his lap. “Did I miss something?”

Zach blinked. “Apparently, sexism.”

“Sexism?" Carmen repeated slowly, the word an unfamiliar texture on her tongue. She flicked her gaze down at Ivy’s venomous snort, then bounced back to Zach. "What’s sexism?”

Zach's ears suddenly flamed to match his hair. "Uh..." He turned his attention to the all-consuming task of rummaging through the popcorn bowl for any bits marshmallows that’d survived Carmen’s turn with the bowl (a futile endeavor; she’d been commendably thorough). “You wanna take this one, Ives?”

“No.” Zach yelped as Ivy, face black, snatched her own handful of candy-dotted popcorn and champed it viciously, letting the unfortunate kernels pay for the insults of those idiots back at the track.

“But you have experience!”

“Experience?” (you could have experience at sexism? What, was it some sort of sport?)

“Which I’m *not* interested in rehashing!”

“Hey guys.” The brewing argument was doused by the sudden appearance of Player on the laptop monitor as it flickered to life on the coffee table. A bright lilt of laughing voices filtered through the door of the unfamiliar room he’d set up in, combining with the Santa hat sitting askew atop his head and array of snowmen, smiling elves, and red and green garnitures scattered about the space to give the (mostly) familiar tableau an unusually festive air. “Managed to snag a break from the family get-together festivities, so I thought I’d check in on how the snow day- well, night’s going.“

“Carm has a question for you!”

If Player was taken aback at Zach’s just-this-side-of-desperate interruption, he didn’t show it beyond a brow jumping into the faux-fur brim of the hat, merely turning to Carmen with a willing smile. “Sure thing. Fire away Red.”

“What’s sexism?”

The grin dropped, replaced with an expression that was dead-ringer for the ones Zach and Ivy had worn minutes before (was this a part of sexism?). “Sexism? For real?”

“Yes.”

Silence filtered through as realized that yes, his speakers were functioning properly, meaning that no, he hadn’t heard wrong. “Uh-huh…what are you guys watching again?”

“’Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.’”

Ah (well, now he had something else to add to the list of why he didn't like that cartoon).

“Ooooohhh boy.” Blowing out his cheeks, Player pulled off the hat and ran a hand through his hair, tipping the chair onto its back legs. He didn’t mind explaining things to Carmen, and really enjoyed being her guide to the world beyond VILE (truly; he wouldn’t have it any other way), but some things…well, some things are never fun to explain.

But she’d asked, so he’d do his best to answer. This should be interesting. “Well, you see Red…”

Ten eye-opening minutes later, Carmen was seething hotter than Ivy and on her way to blow off steam in the hotel’s complimentary gym, the cartoon having lost all magic.

Because while the truth of sexism was upsetting in and of itself, the realization that VILE, of all places, was free of the sin, and the mess of raveled feelings that burst from it, was a thousand times worse.

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Because at VILE, they believe in equal-opportunity evil, and they have a zero-tolerance policy for sexist comments. 🙃

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone! 💙

[theseshipsshallsail]

Summary:

Today had been exhausting. To put it mildly. A thick layer of snow enveloped the Upper East Side when Oliver left for work; extending his regular ten minute commute to a miserable, half-hour schlep. His office radiator was on the fritz - everyone and everything demanded his undivided attention - and to make matters worse, he’d skipped lunch entirely due to an irate phone call from his parents.

HEAD ABOVE WATER (IN THE EYE OF THE STORM)

There’s a wash-thin t-shirt from his pre-grad days draped over the dresser mirror: one of several incorporated into Elio’s casual wardrobe since his much-anticipated move to the States. A Yawn is the Body’s Silent Scream it declares in faded, vinyl lettering, yet when Oliver’s jaw cracks twice in as many minutes the bone-deep contentment that follows feels nothing short of euphoric as he smothers the sound in the petal-soft skin of his boyfriend’s freckled forearm. 

To his right, a constant drip-drip-drip emanates from the brownstone’s fire escape. An occasional heavy gust rattles the frosted panes. As with most evenings, next door’s television drones low and muffled beyond the party wall, but their bedroom itself remains a bastion of calm: silent, by and large, save for the unbroken susurrus of their steady inhalations. 

The ubiquitous creak of worn-out box springs. 

The lub-dub ballad of the adagio heartbeat cushioning his cheek, soothing him into a trance-like inertia.

Elio doesn’t mind, however. Not if his indulgent chuckle is any indication. Just carries on humming his latest composition whilst weaving those clever fingers through Oliver’s sweat-damp hair: holding him like he’s the most precious thing in the world.

“Close your eyes, amore mio,” he whispers at length; each caress an unspoken reassurance in the marginal space between them. “You’ve earned it, no?”

“I shouldn’t…” Oliver mutters, receiving a stubble-rough kiss to his muzzy forehead. “Those Ontology papers -”

“Aren’t due back ‘til Monday,” Elio reminds him: headstrong as always. “And you’ll have all weekend to grade them, regardless.” 

An admirable proposal: though easier said than done with such welcome distractions.

Today had been exhausting. To put it mildly. A thick layer of snow enveloped the Upper East Side when Oliver left for work; extending his regular ten minute commute to a miserable, half-hour schlep. His office radiator was on the fritz - everyone and everything demanded his undivided attention - and to make matters worse, he’d skipped lunch entirely due to an irate phone call from his parents. 

They still haven't forgiven him for cancelling his engagement. For refusing to be railroaded into the status quo. He’d honestly thought himself immune to their bigoted condemnation, but listening to his father rant about selfish perversions soon rendered his appetite nonexistent, and by the time he’d limped back to their Morningside apartment - feet throbbing, migraine building, throat scraped raw by the frigid, December air - Oliver would be the first to admit he was circling the proverbial drain.  

In any event, the rich aroma of basil and marinara greeted him like a warm hug when he locked the front door behind him; Mafalda having gifted them a folder of handwritten recipes to combat the mostruosità ingrassante of American cuisine. Elio - wearing the blue-and-white sweater Oliver’d purchased in Sicily - was curled up on the couch with a German copy of Don Quixote, yet shimmying free of his blanket burrito the shameless clothes thief marked his place in the dog-eared pages, returned the novel to their brimming bookcase, then pointed imperiously at the kitchen table.

“Siediti,” he’d commanded, ushering him into the nearest chair. 

“Eat,” he’d implored, plating up some Pasta alla Norma before pouring a glass of wine. 

Straightaway, Oliver’s stomach growled like one of Pavlov’s dogs, and grabbing his fork he’d speared a chunk of roasted eggplant - groaning in undisguised relief when Elio set about removing his water-logged shoes and socks as he offloaded his petty grievances between absent-minded bites. 

He has a vague recollection of downing the leftover pinot in a single swallow. 

Of an unwavering grip urging him to stand: guiding his leaden limbs towards the moonlit bedroom. 

His memories grow a little clearer after that, and Oliver smiles as he nuzzles the dusky peak of Elio’s nipple; breath escaping on a sigh when a calloused thumb skims the ridge of his gently rising rib cage. Smiles even wider at the blatant reminder of oil-slick palms bestowing a tender massage. The feathery brush of bee-stung lips mouthing southwards that preceded a truly exquisite orgasm.

He’d offered up a grumbling protest at Elio’s insistence he need not reciprocate - though Heaven knows he was far too drained to actually try - and snaking both arms around his partner’s slender waist he’d melted into a boneless embrace; arching like a satisfied tomcat as ghostly fingertips mapped the crest of his liquified spine.

“You’re out for the count,” Elio murmurs then, tracing the curve of his ticklish earlobe. The mottled birthmark adorning his shoulder. “So do as I say, d’accord? Rest. Récupérer. Let me take care of you for once…” 

Again, he means to argue. And very nearly does. But the Hispanic rhythms of their lively neighbourhood aren’t the only things dulled by the unseasonal blizzard, and as Oliver’s muted senses drag him further under, he finds himself immeasurably grateful for the man who’s no longer a dream.

No longer a memory.

His Elio. His malakh. The other half of his earthbound soul.

[dangermousie]

The biggest surprise of the first six eps for me is how much I like Life 2 Yan Lin and how I wish all the good things for him. Heck, I could see myself ship this rabidly if given half a chance.

He is such a sunshine puppy but not annoying in the least. I adore him.

Who knew...

Also, I will eat my nonexistent hat if our ML is not his lost cousin.

Getting serious Ling Buyi vibes here. I wonder if he's as bad at birthday parties.

Also, this made me choke.

I was going...ok, ok, ok, let's all spell v-a-m-p-i...

Meanwhile, FL:

Ummm WHUT. Now I know why old time people all died of hangnails. That is some...interesting medical diagnostic abilities. And no, it's not brought on by hypothermia slowing her brain because here she is again:

Ummm - what what what how is one of these sentences lead to another?

Though I got to say, when I saw that flashback:

He's gorgeous as hell and obviously competent between his vampi...errrr, dementia fits (just move to a warm climate) but to say he's a work in progress is to put it mildly. Ladies who want a turnkey partner look away.

PS Honestly, seeing that she fed him her own blood AND that she dragged a man who weighs twice as much for that long, I am cutting her some slack about his precious precious qin (which I am sure is connected to his tragically dead fam.) I mean, to expect her to lug him and the qin? No way no how. Her bedside manner could use a lot of help tho.

Ok, cool it, Ms Motivation!

[beestriker015]

Rika x male s/o headcanons

Everyone who knows Rika and s/o would tell you that they are absolutely made for each other.

S/o’s friendly and outgoing personality pairs really well with his girlfriend’s calm and confident nature.

Rika and s/o got together in their second year at the academy when s/o transferred there after his family moved to Paldea from the Kalos region.

Having been charmed by s/o’s warm and extroverted personality, Rika immediately began subtly flirting with him every chance she got, successfully leaving the handsome young man flustered every time.

Eventually, Rika stops with the flirting and bluntly asks s/o out.

“S/o, I think you’re really awesome and I want to go out with you. What do you say babe, wanna go out on a date with me?”

He accepted, much to Rika’s delight, and the two have been together ever since.

When they both graduated from the academy, s/o smiled ear to ear when his girlfriend was offered a spot as one of Paldea’s Elite 4.

“That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you babe! Though I’m not suprised, I already knew my gal was one of the bestest trainers ever!”

Rika chuckled at her s/o’s praise, while also trying to hide the faint blush on her face.

Now, you would think that being an Elite 4 member, Rika would struggle trying to find time to spend with her s/o due to her busy schedule right?

Nope.

Rika always finds time for her boyfriend, whether it be multiple phone calls all throughout the day, or s/o coming to pay her a visit at work occasionally.

One time, Rika was in the middle of a battle when s/o showed up for a visit and began cheering her on.

“Woo! Go, Rika! You got this babe!”

After the battle, Geeta told s/o he couldn’t come to visit anymore when there is a challenger, though that isn’t to say she wasn’t mildly amused by his antics.

Being Rika’s boyfriend means that s/o is well acquainted with the other Elite 4 members.

Poppy loves s/o and views him as her big brother, much like how she has a little sister/big sister relationship with Rika.

Hassel is easily the biggest proponent of s/o and Rika’s relationship, always going on and on about how great they are together.

“You two’s love for one another is stronger than a Draco Meteor from even the mightiest dragon!”

He exclaims before bursting into happy tears as Rika and s/o deadpan at the sight.

Despite Larry’s brooding and tired nature, no one has ever seen him smile as much as he does when s/o is around.

Seriously, s/o has such an infectious personality that even the most stone-hearted person can’t help but lighten up when he’s near them.

As for Geeta, she gets along fairly well with s/o.

While she does scold him occasionally for his antics when he visits, Geeta does generally like s/o and has a small smile on her face whenever he comes to the Pokémon League to visit Rika.

Jealousy is pretty much nonexistent between Rika and s/o, as she is too secure and confident to believe that s/o would ever leave her for someone else, and s/o is too positive minded to have any jealous thoughts.

If s/o would ever be hit on by someone else, Rika would take it in stride.

She understands very well that s/o is an incredibly hot guy that a lot of people would want to be with, but would smirk pridefully to herself fully knowing that s/o is hers.

Should someone ever hit on Rika, s/o wouldn’t think too much of it, as he knows that despite her being a massive flirt, Rika would never flirt with anyone other than him.

However, if the flirting would ever get to a point where it gets uncomfortable for either of them, the other will step in and put an end to it.

When she’s not busy with her Elite 4 duties, Rika and s/o are practically connected at the hip, whether they be battling each other or are simply spending time together alone in their shared home.

Dates often involve Rika and s/o going someplace peaceful and quiet, not just as a way for Rika to unwind after a long day of battling, but also so she can have s/o all to herself without any distractions.

“I missed this babe. There’s no one around, people or pokémon. That means you and I can enjoy each other’s company for as long as we want.”

“Sounds good to me babe. As long as I get to spend time with you Rika, it doesn’t matter to me where we are.”

One thing Rika really loves about s/o, besides everything, is how much he adores her Clodsire.

There has been multiple times when Rika has caught s/o giving her Clodsire a belly rub and feeding him berries, causing her to gush at the sight every time.

“That’s so adorable s/o!”

He blushes and chuckles.

“I can’t help it Rika, I love this little guy. He baby!”

S/o exclaims while holding Clodsire like Simba from the Lion King before he gently places him back on the ground.

“I swear s/o, I think I’m falling more and more in love with you everyday.”

Rika says before getting pulled into a kiss by her boyfriend, surprising her before she sinks fully into the kiss.

They both pull away for air as s/o smiles warmly at his girlfriend.

“I love you too Rika.”

She grins and drags s/o off to the living room so they can chill and watch movies together, Clodsire watching his trainer and her boyfriend with a carefree smile on his face.

[andreal831]

how do you think elijah would be if he have a Witch daughter, Who also Is esther's favorite granddaughter?

I'm loving all of the questions about Elijah as a father.

Anytime I picture Elijah with a child, it is always a little girl. I think he would be a great father to both, but I love the idea of him having a little girl who gets her attitude from her mother. Because we know she's going to have an attitude.

I like the idea of his daughter being a witch. But if he had a daughter while they were human, it obviously would have caused issues with Dahlia. For the sake of this answer, I'm going to pretend that's not an issue here.

Elijah's daughter likely would have been the first in her generation, therefore she would have been powerful and likely attracted Esther's attention. Elijah and Esther had a very strained relationship, almost nonexistent. He would have resented the doting attention Esther paid to his daughter and would have feared what the attention meant. Elijah would have tried to keep his daughter away from her as much as acceptable. I imagine he would have built a house away from his family, inviting his siblings to visit or even stay with him, but not his parents.

Even if Esther had a genuine love for his daughter, Elijah wouldn't trust it. He would worry that Esther was using his daughter for her magic and attempt to protect her. This would cause a rift in the family. Rebekah would grow angry at Elijah because she was always close to Esther, although they would reconcile. Finn would hate the girl for taking away Esther's attention and resent her for having magic when he didn't. Kol would teach the little girl all of the magic Esther refused to. This would actually bring Kol and Elijah together as Kol would understand Elijah's resistance to leaving his daughter alone with Esther. And Klaus would be Elijah's daughter's biggest bodyguard. He would be the one to understand it the most and understand the need to protect her in a way no one protected them. I also imagine Henrik being closer in age to the little girl than his older siblings, so he would bond with her and have a close relationship.

Elijah's daughter would be well-behaved with an attitude that she got from her mother. They would gang up on Elijah all of the time and he would pretend to be annoyed but he secretly loved watching them work together. He would love to watch her grow as a witch but feel helpless that he couldn't help her in that aspect. If it was during their human life, he would lean on Kol. If it was during their vampire life (somehow) he would lean on Freya. But he would struggle to delegate his parenting.

He would also clash with his siblings and anyone else who tried to step in on his parenting, but would ultimately need it with a teenager. He was a mildly behaved teenager and wouldn't know how to deal with the rebellious and impertinent daughter that he would inevitably have. I like to imagine if they were living in the 'Viking' time, she would make Elijah tell her all about the Valkyries. She would have learned to wield a sword, but Elijah wouldn't have wanted her to go off to battle for fear that she would be injured or die.

They would fight about everything, but his daughter would teach him to grow. He would at first be scared of her magic. He had never seen a first generation witch of their line. But he would be mesmerized by her power and proud of her for how she wields it. He would learn to trust her to take care of herself but always fret over her no matter how old she got.

I can't see Elijah only having one child, but I do think the bond he had with his first child would be special. He would love all of his children, dote on them, and he wouldn't play favorites like his parents did. But he and his first child would just understand each other better.

He would have been a great father, understanding and compassionate but also set boundaries and expectations. I would have loved to see it play out.

[box-architecture]

"So Dream's date went well I see." Hannah noted idly as she began to take samples.

Sam's stormy expression further soured. "No personal-life discussion at work."

"That's not what you were saying yesterday." Hannah smiled, a thin veneer of benevolence. "Mr. 'Dream, where did you meet him? Where are you going out, Dream? What time will you be back? Is it just dinner?'"

"All good questions to ask your roommate." Sam defended, moving away from the computer to start examining the body's flesh. Hannah's facade fell away to reveal something far more puckish.

"Of course. I'm sure it was incredibly important to know what dessert they would having. Wouldn't want the date to roofie his ice cream."

"They weren't having ice cream." Sam snapped. His face was flushed teal. "They probably just went to his house and- had sex."

"Ooh, that look like it hurt to say. You want to take five?"

"I'll tell security you shut off the basement cameras." He pointed a finger at her threateningly. Hannah looked amused. "You can't keep using the sarcophagus room to-"

"To what, Sam?"

With a jerk, he spun around to face Tina. She had an eyebrow raised, labcoat folded over her arm. Briefly, he tried to point his finger at her, before flushing further and dropping his hand.

"You know." He said, albeit mildly strangled. She leaned in and smiled sweetly.

"No, I don't. Tell me about what Hannah does in the sarcophagus room."

After a moment of sputtering, Sam deflated like a balloon. It wasn't really surprising. The man had always been all bark, no bite. It made him kind of funny; kind of annoying, too, but these things had their gives and takes. Hannah patted him on the back.

"Oh, Dream's here!" Tina's exclaimed joyfully, and Sam's wilted demeanor vanished instantly.

"Dream!" He brushed past Hannah and descended down the platform, hurrying over to meet a disheveled blonde man who was shimmying on his lab coat with one hand, leaning on his cane with the other.

"And there he goes." Hannah sighed. She bundled up her samples and set them on her moving tray. Tina hummed, still watching the men.

"Do you think he knows?" She asked. Hannah snorted.

"That he's in love? Sam would have brought out champagne and roses Day One if he did."

"No, Dream." Tina insisted. Hannah paused, looking up to squint at the pair.

Sam tied Dream's coat for him, brushing off the nonexistent dirt and likely rambling. Dream, slowly, reached out to cup Sam's face with a tenderness that Hannah had only ever seen him give to the dead. There was a moment of surprise, and then Sam melted, leaning into a hug. It allowed him to completely miss the forlorn, obvious yearning that flitted over his roommates face.

"No," Hannah decided. "He's an idiot. He would have done something stupid by now to force himself to 'get over it.'"

"You're right. He would have flown to Paris or something." Tina agreed. She plucked the sample tray from its cart and leaned in to whisper in Hannah's ear. "I'll put these in your office. Meet me in the sarcophagus room?"

Hannah smothered a giggle and nodded.

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Uhhh notes:

you are not immune to Forensic Anthropologist Awesamdream AU

Dream and Sam are roommates, who tend to spend time together by watching marathons and eating ice cream on the couch together. Sam and Dream notably don't eat ice cream with other people, unless the ice cream is handed to them or it's a required thing. Sam considers it Their Thing That's Theirs Only For Them and Dream, quietly, also thinks of it like that

Hannah and Tina have sex in the sarcophagus room. Notably they turn off the security camera to do this, or go in the blind spots. This is illegal probably.

Dream grew up with Sapnap and George, but for Reasons they are no longer friends. Dream met Sam in school and Sam had the biggest crush on him, but they ended up separating at some point and going in different directions. When Sam transferred to this branch of forensics and met Dream again, Dream was notably covered in scars, walking with a cane, and a lot colder.

Dream tends to be distant with his coworkers and warms up over time, but Sam is Immediately allowed in his space and can be as touchy as he wants.