#nobody ever wants to fucking chill. relax even.

[livvyofthelake]

love spending three hours waiting for my mom to be ready to watch a show together only to be told it’s too late once she finally finishes doing other stuff. girl we agreed to watch this tonight what do you mean I’M too late. i was HERE. i was ready the whole time… YOU were the one doing things you could have done tomorrow!!!

[thedreadvampy]

I mean sure, I can understand this perspective, but I'm not sure whether most people feel less shaken to be thrust into conversations about "self-unaliving" than conversations about "suicide"

and I for one as a survivor would much rather unexpectedly encounter somebody talking about "rape" than somebody talking about how funny it is to have sex with somebody when they don't want to, a normal thing that doesn't need to be named because it's So Normal.

which is to say. this is a post about words. the words are not the distressing thing about the discussion. the distressing thing is the distressing thing about the discussion. sugarcoating, dodging or renaming the distressing thing doesn't make it less distressing but it DOES often make it harder to have a frank discussion about it or address it in serious terms.

[pinch of salt: solid probability from their blog that this person is a Literal 14 Year Old and the perspective from 30 and 14 are very different. I do stand by all the points I'm making but I think this conversation lands a lot different for people at different life stages - there is something to be said for the general issue that the internet has flattened social groups to the degree that I as a 30 year old can make a post to my audience of largely adult millennials that immediately enters the same conversational space as people half my age and still in school. that seems. ungreat. as the primary way we engage in conversation. but I don't have solutions to offer.]

you gotta be able to say "die"

you gotta be able to say "suicide"

you gotta be able to talk about "sex"

they're uncomfortable topics, YEAH for SURE

because LIFE is uncomfortable. Death and suicide and sex and pain are straight up going to happen. not having words for the way it discomforts you doesn't make it more comfortable, it just makes you less able to reach out about it.

even more vital, you gotta be able to say words like "rape", "abuse", "queer" or "racist". cause we fought fucking hard to name those experiences. to identify "rape" as distinct from "sex" and "racism" as distinct from "acceptable behaviour" and "queer" as distinct from "invert"

like the function of communication is not to minimise immediate discomfort. we gotta be able to talk about stuff that's hard or sucks or causes difficult conversations.

[ms-demeanor]

any thoughts on the new post that staff went scorched earth on which is now making the rounds abt tumblr live? it basically screenshots all the tos and claims if you've ever opened the app (or in some rbs, unsnoozed live) tumblr has gotten your data. on the one hand i feel like this is fearmongering, but on the other its true that MOST sites have your data as is so its pretty standard. you seem pretty knowledgeable abt data gathering so i was wondering abt your take

This is going to be pretty unkind but watching tumblr users interact with staff and live is a great primer on how conspiracy theories happen.

Nobody on this fucking website knows how to read a ToS, nobody on this website knows how anything fucking works (sorry, this is not a dig at you but how would tumblr "get" your data from you clicking or unclicking live; the only data that tumblr has on you is the data that you have put on tumblr what data do people think that clicking the "new" button is scooping up that is anything beyond interactions or posts or IP addresses which are the things that tumblr already has information about like you do not introduce new information into the tumblr ecosystem by clicking a button you haven't installed anything you haven't changed permissions on your browser if everyone is so goddamned scared about live stealing their data i strongly recommend they stop using anything but public internet through an anonymizer and making sure location data is shut off on all of their devices and anyone who is flipping their shit about the type of data that live is collecting but who is using chrome on any device needs to chill the fuck out about live and flip the fuck out about google)

this is like that post about twitter's content policy that circulated the other day or that post about deviantart's content policy that circulated ten fucking years ago nobody knows how to read legal documents and nobody knows how to read technical documentation and this comes together into unholy matrimony on the no reading comprehension at all moral panic website

live never violated the GDPR it was just rolled out in the US first but the entire userbase decided that because it hadn't been rolled out simultaneously in the EU and the US that it was SO UNSPEAKABLY PRIVACY VIOLATEY THAT THE EU HAD BANNED IT FOR ITS CRIMES with, like, nothing whatsoever backing that up because, again, even at its most intrusive Live collects about as much data as Twitter or Yelp, both of which are *capable* of meeting GDPR standards with that level of data collection (even if musk sometimes makes decisions that violate GDPR).

Live is significantly less intrusive than any facebook product, than Amazon, and than any Google product. If you use youtube logged in, don't worry about live, the horse is out of the barn and tumblr is the least of your worries *regardless* of live. If you regularly use Google as a search engine please god learn how to evaluate and compare risks across platforms because Live is like a coughing baby compared to about a dozen things that most highly online people interact with every single day.

If you don't want to use live don't use live. Clicking the button doesn't magically transfer your secret FBI file to tumblr and even agreeing to the ToS doesn't share anything that tumblr doesn't already have if you don't continue to interact - if you don't interact with live after agreeing to the ToS it's not collecting any data except your non-interaction.

For everyone who is losing it over Live just turn off your goddamned location on your fucking cellphone and turn off your location on your goddamned computers and that's it, you're good, you're fine, relax. If your response to "turn off your location" is "but I need it for _____" then don't worry about Live, whatever "_____" is was already collecting and selling your data.

Do you use an activity tracker? Congrats, you have much, much bigger privacy issues to worry about than tumblr live.

Okay but also I yelled about that post and the very many ways in which it was incorrect in January.

And I happened to take an archive of the page at that time because I'm a paranoid motherfucker.

And if you want my guess as to why staff went "scorched earth" on that post it's probably because if you scroll down to the bottom of the page on the archive, OP calls on everyone looking at the post to send a kind fuck you to the CEO then tagged his tumblr.

If you look at the other posts that went scorched earth in relation to tumblr staff they were also posts that very pointedly directed a lot of ire at a single staff member.

I don't think that any individual tumblr staff members are above criticism and I don't think that staff as a whole is above criticism but part of learning to read a ToS is understanding that someone can be shitty and vague and use TERF talking points and skirt the line and be technically okay under the ToS while someone can have a legitimate gripe about another user being horrible and manage to violate the ToS by accidentally spinning up a harassment campaign or suicide baiting someone.

Shitty people like nazis and terfs thrive on being edge cases. They are very good at finding a boundary and standing juuuuuuuuust on this side of it and going "la la la I'm not violating the ToS, you can't stop me!" and that blows and it leads to a lot of people encountering a lot of shitty stuff on a lot of websites but personally I'm pretty glad that there's a lot of gray area because when you cut out gray area that's when you see things like It's Going Down getting banned as extremist content alongside white supremacists. Please continue to report nazis and terfs, and when possible go deep into their pages to report because a pattern of behavior is more likely to get recognized as hate speech than a single post that gets reported a hundred times. Please block as many people who it's harmful for you to interact with as possible because it's clear that staff is not going to do the kind of work protecting users that users would like staff to do.

However I just can't get angry on behalf of a blogger who got nuked for saying "Hey everyone who hates this feature that we all hate please go tell the CEO to fuck himself at this URL specifically" - that is an extremely clear violation of the ToS because it is absolutely targeted harassment.

So now tumblr-the-userbase is going off on its merry conspiracy way skipping through fields and lacking reading comprehension and saying "users are getting banned for reporting the crimes of tumblr live and its gdpr violations" and ignoring the fact that the post was nuked because the last line was saying "hey everyone, let's all individually tell the CEO to fuck off in messages sent directly to him that are certainly not going to include any threats, exaggerations, gore, etc. etc. etc."

If I were to make a post that had 50k notes and the last line was "and while you're at it, please send tumblr-user-ms-demeanor a personalized message telling them why they're a terrible person so they know what we think of them" it would absolutely be reasonable to say that was harassing that user. And that post did it with the CEO. Who is not above criticism (and I have my criticisms! I don't think he really gets tumblr and that's a problem!), but jesus fucking christ don't tag the goddamned CEO or any other staff member in a call to action asking users to send them messages saying "fuck off" this is literally the stupidest thing I've ever seen a tumblr conspiracy theory coalesce around.

Anyway thank you for giving me a place to vent i've been getting more and more pissed about this for three days. Everyone feel free to kindly tell tumblr user ms demeanor to fuck off.

[stormberry-12]

faceless // P3: yes sir. negative ~ charles leclerc x reader

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!driver!reader

includes/authors notes: language, lack of equal rights/ gender equality, readers an unknown figure in the races, fem!reader's gender assumed as male, use of "y/n". So sorry this took so long, I've had some mega writters block and no motivation really. But I hope it's still good and thank you so much for all the kind feedback, it means a lot! <3

Bold Italics are the past.

Normal Italics are thoughts.

summary: "There is a new mysterious driver on the grid. Nobody knows who he is, the only thing we know is that he races for Red Bull with the number 66. Other drivers call him the faceless driver for none have ever seen his face or heard him speak. The faceless driver is a legend in the making and even giving Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen a run for their money…”

"No fucking way mate," Lando choked out his words, "Holy fuck-" 

Lando's face had never looked so shocked, he scratched the inner corner of his left eye as if he thought he was seeing something. And when his eyes focused back on you, you could see his mind filling with questions. His eyes flickered from the helmet sitting on the ground to the tears brimming in your eyes.

"Oh my god," you sobbed into your hands as your mind began to race. 

Should you run away? 

'Oh, sorry Lando, no you must have seen my celebrity doppelganger in the suit earlier. It wasn't me-"

"No wait, don't cry-" he protested, rushing over and crouching down next to you on the ground, "You're my idol, I'm like obsessed with your driving, you're frickin' amazing-"

"Oh, shut up Lando!" you snapped, instantly feeling bad for yelling in his face. He was silent for a moment, not taken aback by your outburst though. "Sorry," you whispered.

You looked up to see him scanning your face intently. "You haven't told Charles yet," he said matter-of-factly like he could read your life all of a sudden.

You shook your head.

"Who else knows?"

"Just you and Christian-"

"Heh, I'm so special,"

"Lando stop!" you cried quietly, feeling more tears forming. "You weren't supposed to find out and I'm so going to get fired for this-"

"Why would you be fired?" he asked,  "You're the driver keeping Red Bull afloat right now while Max is shittin' the bed,"

"Because. It's part of my contract that no one knows who I am,"

"Who came up with that shit?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, "What shit?"

"Your contract rules," he said.

"We both did. I didn't want to be in the media, I've never liked it. And Christian just agreed I guess-"

"But you and Charles were just in a video together, you've been doing media anyway," He chuckled dryly.

True.

"And you and Charles love each other, I can see it in your eyes, I don't think the media content is going to stop anytime soon. Frankly, they will ask you to do more now that you've already agreed once."

Also true.

"I understand that privacy is important to you but..."

"Yeah, I know, I know... you're right," you said, wiping tears away from under your eyes, thinking back to the tweets you had just read, "After the video went out I was expecting so much worse but nothing happened, I might need to take a chill pill."

"Maybe..." he said slowly. "And why should-"

"-I care what people on the internet think of me?" you stole the words right out of Lando's mouth, a smile growing on his face. "Charles tells me that every time I don't help with his Twitch streams,"

"Right, you're thinking like a media-trained F1 driver already!" he grinned. "Except, I don't think you're getting enough credit for your racing because you keep that helmet on all the damn time. Just one guy's opinion though,"

You hummed in response, getting lost in your own mind again.

"I won't tell a soul, I promise," He crossed his hand over his heart, "Scouts honor,"

For some reason, you felt you could trust Lando. You gave him a small smile and let your shoulders relax, taking deep breaths to calm your nerves. He stood up and offered you his hand, you took it gladly and rose to your feet. "I think you should talk to Christian about it,"

"I will, thanks Lan,"

"No problem," he winked, slowly stepping away, "And for what it's worth I truly meant what I said before. You're amazing, don't let them push you around or tell you otherwise. You gotta pave the way for all the little girls out there."

That shook you to your core. 

You had never thought about your career that way and it bothered you how oblivious you had been.

How could you not realize the impact you could be making for the girls who dream of racing just like you had? Who cared what some old guy on the internet thought about women in motorsport, he needed to grow up. And you needed to make a difference. It was all sliding into place.

Also, since when had Lando been that well-spoken in his life?

After a quick 'See you on track,' you and Lando parted ways towards your respected garages. Pulling your helmet over your face, you stepped out of the alleyway and marched towards the blue and red signs of the Red Bull garage.

Christian gave you a look through your visor as you walked up to the car, you just nodded, he hated it when you were late. You climbed into the car and tried to shake the nerves out of your body, you could see a camera in your peripherals, panning the garage and landing on you. 

Pave the way Y/n.

This newfound purpose gave you anxiety but at the same time a different kind of drive to your craft. You could feel the car hum beneath you, grateful for the all-clear from the team, you exited the garage to start warming up your tires.

"Radio check, you ready for this?"

"Yep. Copy." 

Shit, that sounded forced didn't it? Why were you acting so weird? Be yourself Y/n.

"Ah, not going to humor me today? That's too bad mate," Rick chuckled.

"Don't know why but it smells like barbeque in the car,"

"You've got a problem, change your fucking carrrr,"

"No, you change your car because Checo has been saying the car is fucked-"

This had Ricky howling with laughter over the mic.

"Okay, that's enough lads." Christian stepped in, pulling the plug on you and Rick mocking him.

"Fun police..." Ricky sighed.

"I'm not a fun police, do your job Richard."

"You are a fun police, I have it on record. I hAvE it, I hAve iT pRiNteD oUt!"

"66."

"Sorry." you replied, giggling to yourself and waving back at Lando as you passed.

"Damn it!" Charles cursed stomping towards the Ferrari garage. He had just spun out two races in a row and had to, unfortunately, retire from the race.

Walking into the garage he could feel all eyes on him as he stuffed his gloves and balaclava into his helmet angrily. A few engineers and his trainer gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder as he walked past, but no one dared to interact with Charles while he was this livid.

He needed y/n.

She was who he always needed after a bad race, he walked to his driver's room remembering the spin-out from his previous race hoping that y/n would actually be there this time.

"Where's y/n?"

"I don't know mate, sorry. She disappeared a while ago," an engineer named Fred shrugged.

But of course, as he opened the door she was nowhere to be found once again. Thoughts ran through his mind a hundred miles per minute

Had she always left after he got into the car and never actually watched him race?

Is he not as important to her as she made it seem?

Was she just in this for the money like a few of the girls he had been with before?

No, y/n isn't like that. He told himself, but still, he felt that pang of uncertainty in his chest. It would certainly be the reason why whenever he asked for her opinion on his performance it was almost as if she didn't remember what happened, she would just nod, smile, and agree with whatever he said.

Charles sat down on the couch and shut the door to his room. The TV had the race on and he watched the 19 remaining cars complete lap after lap. 

He couldn't watch this anymore...

"Ohh! That was a nasty hit from Verstappen from behind- SOMEONE HAS SPUN INTO THE WALL AND IT LOOKS TO BE THE OTHER RED BULL!"

"Oh my, it is! I can tell you right now Crofty, Christian Horner is not going to be pleased about that,"

"The race has just been red-flagged and we are currently awaiting more news on the second Red Bull driver. Here's a replay, there's Max Verstappen in third and his teammate ahead of him in second."

"And Verstappen was told to hold position because both drivers were in the podium places, Max is slightly slower than his teammate with very worn tires, but he pushes them anyway and tries to go for the very forced overtake. And there it is! Now why does he swerve into his teammate?!? This is mind-boggling to me-"

Charles looked up from his phone and back to the television. A bright 66 is painted on the Red Bull that is in pieces on the edge of the track. And as the camera zooms into the smoking race car, the eerie silence in Charles's driver's room makes his chest tighten slightly.

"Oh dear, it seems we have no verbal conformation from the driver so as you can see the medical car has made it's way to the scene."

Charles watches the unconscious driver slowly get pulled from the car and layed on a stretcher right there on the side of the track. They lift the visor of his helmet and shine a light across the driver's face as their eyes flutter awake. Beautiful eyes that Charles had engraved in his brain from the moment he met her.

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[little-emerald-snake]

Non-Con - Sebastian Sallow X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Warnings: non-con, manipulation, bondage, stolen virginity, unprotected p-in-v, forced orgasm, multiple orgasm, blood, cum swallowing, aftercare, guilty aftermath, dark seb vibes

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Sebastian had her right where he wanted, he’d lured her into his room knowing they’d be alone for a while. He’d warded the room to be completely soundproof so nobody would hear them. He crossed the room to stand in front of her easily in three long strides.

He roughly gripped her shoulder and threw her on his bed. His eyes were dark and stormy as they raked over her shivering form. “Come on, pretty girl. Just do what I ask and I won't have to hurt you.”

He got onto the bed, grabbing her struggling limbs as she tried to get up. He held her in place, flipping her onto her stomach and casting a charm to hold her in place.

Strong branches of darkness wrapped around her, putting her on her hands and knees with her back arched to perfection. The branches weren’t rough but instead made of magic that wouldn’t hurt her. She wriggled, panic flaring a massive red warning inside of her.

A chill crawled up her spine as Sebastian appeared behind her on the bed, pulling her skirt and panties down in a swift tug. She tried her best to struggle but the bonds held her tightly in place. “S-Sebastian! What the hell are you d-doing?”

He unceremoniously shoved two fingers into her cunt, causing her to surge forward, slight pain burned between her legs from the new intrusion. “I know, love. You’ll get used to it I promise. Just relax and it can feel good for you.”

She continued to struggle against him, thrashing herself about wildly even though she was held solidly in place. He pulled his fingers from her and slapped her pussy a few times, causing her to yelp in surprise and jump away from the impact.

He growls in frustration, shoving his fingers back into her. “Come on, pretty girl. Just be still so I don’t have to hurt you.”

Tears rolled down her face now. She was ashamed that wetness began to lubricate his fingers, her pussy made obscene sounds as it clenched down on his fingers. He brushed them right against her g spot, causing her to fight a moan through her tears.

He hummed in satisfaction as she finally hung limp in her binds. They loosened around her ever so slightly. Her hair was a mess around her face, snot and tears dripped down her face, her shirt had slid off one shoulder exposing the top of her bra.

She’d never looked prettier to him than now. He was so incredibly hard looking at her that it hurt. He knew he had to prepare her or it would hurt her too badly since she’s a virgin. But he’s impatient and wants to feel her wetness wrapping around his cock.

He pulled his fingers out, wiping a smear of blood and other fluids on the sheets. He positioned himself behind her, pulling his erection free from his trousers and plunging into her.

A guttural cry fell from her lips and a dark moan from his. She sounded pitiful below him and it caused him to twitch inside of her. He pulls out, looking between them to admire her bright blood covering his cock. “Fuck, look at that. You really were a virgin. So fucking hot.”

He thrusts into her causing more cries to fall from her lips. She was too tight around him and it didn’t feel right. He growled in irritation, bending down over her and reaching between her legs to roll his fingers over her clit.

She sobbed underneath him as he used the blood from her pussy as lubrication to slide his fingers delicately over her clit. Between sobs she let out involuntary gasps of breath, cunt twitching around him in ways he knows make her sick.

Her sobs quiet when she accidentally lets a desperate moan slip. She bit into her lip so hard she’s afraid that will bleed too. Instead of fighting him she fights the sounds that want to fall from her as his fingers massage her clit and his hips slam into hers.

She hates that it feels good, hates that he moans above her while he uses her weak, pliant body. He uses his one free hand to wrap her hair around his fist and tip her head to look at him. “That’s okay baby, you can be quiet. I can feel your little pussy spasming around my cock. Tells me just how much you like it.”

She choked on a sob, her body starting to spasm around him and she can’t hold back, crying out as she cums around him. She holds her eyes tightly shut till she sees stars as the slickness between her legs increases.

Sebastian is thrusting faster now, groaning at her unwanted orgasm. “Fuuuck yes. You feel so good cumming around my cock, pretty girl. Come on, just accept that this feels so fucking good to you right now. Just give in and I’ll fuck you so dumb.”

Between the orgasm loosening her up and his promises of making her feel good she can’t help but hang limply in the magical bonds. She lets her body spasm around him and slowly lets more and more of her moans slip free.

Soon she is approaching another orgasm and it had her moaning softly for it. Sebastian’s hips angled till she was fluttering around him, gasping and whimpering with every thrust and roll of his fingers on her clit. “That’s right, cum for me again. Let me make you feel so good. You know you’ve wanted me to take you just like this, there is no denying it with how easy you cum for me. You’re doing so so fucking well, pretty girl.”

She hated how much his words hit home at that moment. She had thought about having sex with him and even through the pain which she knew would happen one day, sex with him does feel incredible. She didn’t even have to do anything and he seemed to be enjoying it as sweat gathered on his brow while he fucked into her, groaning when she tightened.

He was tearing her apart. Piece by precious piece she’s getting tired from the orgasms but he doesn’t seem any closer to stopping. She has no idea how he hasn’t cum yet since he’s constantly twitching inside of her and groaning.

He fucks her to another mind numbing orgasm. All she can do is hang limply in the wizards magic hold and moan for him tiredly while her body slickens and tightens around him once again. “Fuck you feel so good. I-I can’t fight this anymore, pretty girl. I-I’ll give you a choice…do you wanna taste my cum? Or so you want me to cum on your ass?”

She thinks about it, wondering if maybe he’d let her go after they finally finish. Will they ever be the same after this? She mumbled almost numbly that she wanted to taste him and he groaned.

The magic released almost immediately and she fell the short distance to the bed with a small oof. He pulled out of her and climbed off the bed, stepping back a bit. He started stroking himself in his hand. “Get on your knees in front of me. Hurry.”

Her limbs felt like jello but she obediently crawled off the bed and got to her knees in front of him. Almost immediately his face twisted in pleasure and his milky essence shot from his tip. She opened her mouth, trying to catch some to taste.

Most of it ends up on her cheek and some on her lips. Another shot lands directly in her mouth and she prematurely closes her mouth to taste the heady mixture. It's salty and thick in her mouth. One final spurt landed right across her closed lips and he groaned at the sight.

Only when he lets go of his cock does she realize how much blood of hers he’s covered in. His hand that he stroked himself, the other hand from rubbing her, his entire length. The bed where she was. There’s also blood smeared between her legs. she closes them with embarrassment.

Sebastian shakes his head and kneels down in front of her, wiping his cum off her cheek and sliding it into her mouth with his thumb. This taste is tinged with the metallic of blood and she frowns. “No need to be shy, pretty thing. You did so good for me. Gonna take you to the bath and get you cleaned up, okay?”

He wiped her face clean, scourgifys his hands and the sheets before helping her back into her clothes. Once dressed her leads her to the Slytherin bathrooms, pushing her into the guys bathroom and locking the door with an anti alohamora spell.

He undressed her and helped her into the bath, following her after undressing himself. He pulled her into his lap and used his hands to wash her body carefully. “You're so beautiful, look so pretty, you know that? You’re practically glowing now. Are you sore? I have a potion for you that’s gonna help if you want.”

She was a bit sore when she thought about it, all she does is nod still not entirely sure why he’s being so nice after everything. Maybe he really does care about her. But like other things, goes about showing it the wrong way.

He washed her hair and her body with the best smelling soaps she’d ever smelled before drying her off, and putting her in an extra big t shirt and pajama pants she assumed were his. He snuck her back into the boys dorms and into his bed.

Thankfully Ominis doesn’t seem to realize she entered with Sebastian. She wouldn’t know what to even say if he asked. She doesn’t even really know herself. That is until he pulls her into his arms and whispers how much he loves her and begs her for forgiveness, hoping she still likes him enough to be his girlfriend.

She quietly agrees, deciding to go with the idea that he really does care about her and he just went about it all the wrong way. She does care about him too after all.

[llamagoddessofficial]

Bird zoo AUWould the boys have met MC if they weren't at the zoo? And what about skull that lives on a mountain?

tehee

Sans: If he wasn't at the aviary, Sans would meet his darling just from living in his local forest. She has to pass through his woods in the morning to get to work, then at night to get home... though it's technically a very small patch of forest, he still has plenty of opportunities to attack her.

... But he doesn't attack. Of course. Instead, thief Sans is back! Keys, wallet, necklaces, shoes (how?!). Nothing is safe.

He plays harmless pranks by cover of night, most of which just involve stealing things from her then retreating quickly, grinning eerily from a distance until she approaches to try and get them back. The way he turns his head so slowly really freaks her out sometimes, he loves her spooked expressions... but she grows to appreciate his presence in the dark forest, the more time they spend together. He's a nuisance at worst and a welcome break from the shadows and tension at best. She knows that she's not alone, she knows he won't hurt her. And as soon as she sees the blue flash of his eyelight up in the trees, she knows she's got someone protecting her.

Red: Red fully intended to take their courtship slow. But one day, he saw her through her window, dancing and singing. And he was so lovestruck he decided fuck it, he'll just move in with her now.

... It's a perfectly natural step for a monster. Not so much for a human. But there's not really much you can do, when a huge harpy decides to make your home his home too. What is she gonna do, kick him out? His claws are the size of her head. She's got no choice but to make do.

He's... surprisingly chill, though. He gives her space when she wants it, and though he doesn't seem to be able to stop himself from preening her hair when she sits down, he shows his suitability as a mate by respecting her desire for alone time. She kinda enjoys waking up to a company in the house... she kinda enjoys how when she's sleepy, he'll lovingly play with her hair until she passes out. She likes how when she watches TV, he'll tuck a blanket-like wing over her. But most of all, she likes that since he considers her entire home his den, he's always tidying up the little things that she sometimes just can't handle.

... It kinda feels like... she accidentally adopted a massive, neat, adoring cat?

Skull: They 'met' while she was on a solo hiking trip through his territory in the mountains, and her relaxing solo hike turned into a nightmare when she realised a massive harpy was stalking her through the snow from afar. It gets even worse when she gets into an accident, becoming so badly injured she can't move... as darkness closes in around her, trapped on a cold mountain, she's convinced that this was why the harpy was following her. She's convinced she'll freeze to death overnight, and he'll pick apart her remains.

... But neither of those things happens.

Skull was following because he was crushing. Seeing her condition, he scoops her up. He finds some rudimentary shelter, a bush or a little cave to curl up in... and he nestles her close all night long. He keeps her tucked away in his thick warm feathers, where the ice can't bite her. She's even soothed into something of a sleep by the glow of his eyelight and sound of his soft, delighted cooing.

... By morning, he's able to escort her down the mountain, where he vanishes like a ghost as soon as other hikers appear. Mc wants to express her gratitude to him, though- as soon as she's recovered, she makes the same hike, this time with food gifts.

Skull is delighted she came back. Nobody has ever come back to him.

[terras-domain]

what do you think the sexiest thing StayC Isa would do? (Besides showing off her thicc thighs)

terra's note: Hey anon, took me a while to write this, cuz I have to think of a wild theme but I couldn't make it short enough like I usually do. So uuuh yeah, hope you accept this little short "smut" of her getting railed hehe. Anyways love you all, whoever it is reading this and hope you have a nice day <33 (trigger warning: voyeurism, cum in pussy, stranger sex)

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Isa one time going out to a water park with the girls, and after a tiring day of going rides and splashing water she rests on a giant floaty, laying down on her stomach while she relaxes on a lazy river. While she lets the stream bring her across the lap of the chill pool, she feels a hand groping on her soft covered ass, causing her to jolt up and look around the area, seeing there's actually a guy that was groping her.

For some reason the guy had zero idea who he did that too, in his mind that was just some random hot chick you would find at a water park. The fact she's alone makes it the more reasons for Isa to be a prey for his lust. Isa, seeing the guy not even flinch after making direct eye contact, tilted her head in confusion and questioned, "do you not know who I am?". The pervert only gave a short reply, "no idea, but your body sure does sing for me." Isa could only shake her head in disbelief. Is Stayc really that underrated? After a little thought, she's pretty stressed from schedule and when else will she ever be treated like a normal woman? She looked at the guy that groped him and left her floaty somewhere she can pick up later. The guy was ecstatic to see Isa still there with him even after practically molesting her.

The lazy river was deep enough to submerge Isa's lower body, so when the guy kept touching and squeezing her round ass, it wasn't visible. It was a slow day sure but there's still people around to see the guy groping her ass. They ended up near a section where they spray mists of water which covers the vision of most people around. The man stopped her, letting the journey around the lazy river to a short pause. "Let's have a little fun baby~" he lowered his shorts, letting his cock out and lead her hand to hold it.

Isa was shocked to feel her soft hands holding such a huge member, out in the open, only hidden underneath the pool of water mixed with chlorine. She had no other choice but to take a step forward to close the gap between them, making sure nobody sees them. "Fuck this is so wrong..." Isa muttered, her voice breathy from anxiety, scared of getting caught. "Don't worry sweetie. Nobody can see us~" the soft yet deep voice from the man reassured Isa to be more calm. She kept her hand moving back and forth on his cock, working it up to make him hard, almost leaking a bit of precum from his cock.

"Oh gosh baby you're a pro at this aren't you?" As the guy endured Isa's soft hands jerking her off, he reached down to her thighs, groping her. It's either the mist is too thick today or the people that went past them were blinded by the two having literal sex at the corner of a lazy river. The fact they haven't been caught yet boost the ego of the man, wanting to take more risks. He turned her around and slowly slide his cock in between her thick milky thighs. Isa yelped, but immediately covers her mouth with her hand, suppressing her moans while the pervy guy keeps doing his business. She can see multiple people crossing paths with them as he fucks her smooth thighs, but for some reason nobody was noticing anything weird about them. The man in heat continues his pursuit between Isa's thick thighs, humping his cock back and forth as he grunted, trying to hold back his load.

"Fuck baby, I wanna cum." He grunted, whispering in her ears so that it won't be heard by anyone else. "What? But then they'll see your cum though" Isa argued, worried as she raised an eyebrow whilst looking at him. It was too late, he couldn't wait any longer. He had to improvise somehow. Last resort, he slide Isa's underwear to the side, and slide in his cock deep inside as he shot his load deep in her tight cunt, leaving Isa to bite her lips, fighting the urge to scream out her moans as her pussy gets filled up. "Fuckkk....." Isa looked back at him, seeing his panting, joyous face from cumming to such a baddie. As much as Isa wanted to punch him in the face and tear his horny dick off, she had fun, so she lets him off. "That was fun~" the man smirked, huffing and puffing to regain his breath. "What's your name cutie?" He asked, trying to hook up for another round sometime else. "oh sorry~ I can't give you my number. I uuuh can't really do that" Isa replied, her forehead sweating as she tries to find herself a way to get out of the river to get back her floaty. "aww why's that babygirl? I promise it'll be worth your time the next time we meet." He countered, pushing his luck to get the girl who satisfied his lustful needs. He wants her again, more and more of that juicy body. "Sorry dude, it's pretty complicated. Search up Stayc, maybe you'll find some answers." She smiled, in a show off manner as she climbed the steps to get out of the pool of chlorine, her thighs jiggle at every step which made the public eye fixated on her for that moment, especially the one that managed to cum in her tight pussy. She walked away, hiding the cum deep in her pussy hoping nobody sees it. "This is one hell of a story to tell Sieun unnie" she sighed, walking away quickly as her steps fades away from the scene.

[lifenconcepts]

I NEED SOMEONE TO BE MY PLATONIC ROOMMATE TO HAVE AN INCREDIBLY DEEP CONNECTION WITH IN NO WAY ROMANTIC OR SEXUAL TO BE ABLE TO RELY ON BOTH THE HIGHEST HIGHS AND LOWEST LOWS, TO BE ABLE TO EXPERIENCE LIFE WITH ANOTHER PERSON, SHARE THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS, BE ABLE TO BOTHER AND CARE FOR SOMEONE, FULLY RELAX IN THE PRESENCE OF, HAVE AFFECTIONATE MOMENTS WITHOUT TENSION, RECIEVE COMFORT, GIVE ATTENTION, DO FUN AND WACKY ACTIVITIES, GET INTO STRANGE SCENARIOS, AND TO GET INTO A SOFT BANTER IN THE LATE EVENING AS WE TALK THROUGH OUR DAYS AND WHAT THE NEXT ONE MAY FORTALE AS WE SOFTLY LAUGH AND MELT WITHIN EACHOTHERS PRESENCE AND NOBODY EVEN FOR A SPLIT SECOND CONSIDERS US TO BE PARTNERS AND YET WE’RE CLOSER THAN ANY DUO THERE WERE TO EVER EXIST!

FUCK MORTY AND RICK OR GLAM AND CHES, I WANT WHAT SHERLOCK AND WATSON HAVE - A DEEP BOND WITHOUT NO MORE REASON RATHER THAN BEING JUST PERFECT FOR EACHOTHER, FIND PARTS OF YOURSELF IN THE OTHER WHILE THE THINGS YOU LIKE THE OTHER BRINGS TO THE CONVERSATION AND SITUATIONSHIP.

PLEASE REALISE THIS ISNT A NEED FOR A FOUND FAMILY NOR A LITTLE COWORKER WITHIN MY HOME BUT A PROPER EXTENSION OF THE HEART INTO ANOTHER HUMAN BEING!!!!

TO BE ABLE TO BE VULNERABLE, A BITCH, AN ABSOLUTE UNPREDICTABLE MESS, A TERRIBLE MAN, A HORRIBLE WOMAN, AN INSANE DOG, AN OVERLY GIDDY CHILD, AND MUCH MUCH MORE WITH THE OTHER SIMPLY UNDERSTANDING.

UNDERSTANDING IT ALL. THE WHYS AND HOWS AND WHAT TO DO. JUST.. BEING THERE, ALL CHILL, AND ABLE TO BE READY FOR ANY AND ALL SITUATIONS AS WE EMBARK ON DELIGHTFUL ADVENTURES!!

[sparkly-sediment]

Hiya. I saw you were taking suggestions. How about Soldier with a hippie s/o. He might have despised her in the begging but she was too chill and laid back to be intimidated by him and he fell for that? :)

Tf2 Soldier x hippie s/o who doesn’t give a fuck (loves him tho) headcanons

Obsessed with this idea??

Soldier yells a lot. Obviously

It’s not incessant but if you piss him off (which you will!) he will stand a give you the ass chewing of a lifetime.

Smokes your ass like a cigarette. Veins popping, spittle flying, his head is pounding can barely breathe from his yelling. And he says pretty fucked up shit too!

Told Scout his mama was so loose he flew out on accident (Scout cried himself to sleep)

When he enters a fit most mercs try to hide. They ignored him in the beginning, but papi will get your attention and it will be with a riding crop

The most defiance anyone shows during Soldier’s rage is when Spy cloaks and flees

This hippie chick though…

Soldier didn’t like her in the beginning!!! He is a man of order and strength, and this woman is chill, she laughs at him when he is not funny, and she doesn’t seem to gaf when he barks orders

“Oh okay” “thanks Soldier” “mhm yeah for sure” “… totally”

It drives him bananas. 🍌

She’s nice enough, and does a good job on the battlefield. She never gets too drunk or wild which is a bit weird to him (what else do you do?)

Once, everyone is in the kitchen area before work, and his goddamn mitts are too big to get his toast out of the toaster so she puts it on a plate and hands it to him

Soldier like that but didn’t like that he like that

She’s always doing these small sweet things???? He doesn’t understand why and overall he doesn’t *get* her.

The others are pretty easy to read, but it’s almost as if she isn’t acting for personal gain 🤯

Even if they are relaxing (drinking) after work or on a day off, she doesn’t puss out of conversations like Scout and Sniper and doesn’t get angry like Spy and Medic

She’s just… chill? Nice to him? Exasperated but endeared?

Cue some Saturday and Soldier is yelling again. A real holler fest, reverberation is shaking the walls

Most of the mercs have clear out but she’s just sitting on the couch reading and paying literally no mind, which upsets him more

Soldier locks in on his target. Marches over to the back of the couch, looks down at her reading like A FOOL! And starts his engines

“DO YOU EVER CARE ABOUT THIS TEAM?? ABOUT THIS-“

She interrupts his spewing to stand and make eye contact this bitch is crazy!!

Hippie chick smiles, sighs, and tells him to stop yelling please, it’s not that big of a deal, and we are all teammates so please don’t make me want to hurt you ❤️

Soldier is stunned into momentary silence and before he can counter with a well places RAHH she leans in a kisses his cheek! The fuck!

He short circuits and she walks away victorious. Long story short, our little patriot realizes he has some feelings to sort through

I feel like Soldier would be very clearly head over heels and think he is hiding it so well and nobody ever knows ever but she knows and the others are to scared or in disbelief to say anything

She wears an American flag bandanna and he jizzes in his pants 😩😭🇺🇸

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

i spent a real long time pretending to be chill about nsfw jokes and stuff in group chats and joining in with it where possible and bringing in weird bad quotes from academic queer theory to laugh at them and stuff and the whole time just feeling strange and ashamed and completely unable to discuss any of those topics *earnestly*

and gradually over time the shame about the jokes lessened but i was still only ever able to talk about those topics *as jokes*. i got good at them. i'm regularly the person lowering the tone of the whole group chat, tbh, though this is partly bc some of my group chats are with (mostly straight) people who are simply Not That Online. and still when it came to Real Stuff i felt only shame and embarrassment. but i'd squash it! i was really fucking good at squashing it! i could make jokes so evidently i was totally fine and normal about all of this. i never considered that sometimes i was the one lowering the tone bc being perpetually out of my comfort zone meant i'd lost sight of boundaries and appropriateness tbh, I was too busy feeling like I was getting away with something that i could pretend so well

and when other people were talking about their experiences or looking for advice i was there. i talked the talk. i did my best. i found the resources and i never ever let the shame show. and once during one of these conversations somebody said to me that they wished they could be that chill and sex positive and it made me realise how fucking good i was at pretending while inside i was still that nineteen-year-old who didn't know where the clitoris was and, even after they learned, wouldn't masturbate on sundays because it felt weird and blasphemous

i spent so long so full of shame. completely and utterly imprisoned by it and saturated by it and unable to escape it no matter how hard i squashed it down and pretended to be all enlightened and chill and relaxed about sex. and we joke about tumblr being the celibacy website, and the internet gets more hostile to "adult" content all the time and this is hardly an exception, but tumblr has still been crucial to breaking out of that mindset. all the yearning and the horny shitposting and the reminder to kill the cop/evangelical youth leader inside your head here has helped me, actually, to realise that sometimes you're allowed to want stuff for real. not just as a joke

and having a place where i feel even a little bit anonymous (even if i do have some irl friends as mutuals) has also been essential to feeling like i can voice some of those wants out loud and not have my whole face and life attached to it. which has also been a crucial step. i can't say that shit to my friends because my friends know me. i can only say it to you because you don't. but that's a step forward from saying it to nobody

[gaybitchfx]

yippee btw when i said this is long i didnt (did not)mean write is immideatly saying this just in case.also can i ask for reader in this to be black?i barely see anything w a stated black reader but its cool if not. ok so basically it is draken bi panic. so what i had in mind was reader and emma being close childhood friends like the jump hug and cheek kisses when they see each other type close. and so one day mikey and draken go to pick emma up from school only to see her hugging some guy (whos the reader) and ofc draken gets jealous bc who is this guy being so friendly w the girl he likes?so emma introduces them which makes draken relax.and eventually some time passes and draken and reader become good friends to the point of draken being comfortable enough to fully let his guard down.but after becoming friends and comfortable with each other draken again starts to feel jealous whenever emma amd reader hang out but cant figure out why since he knows that theyre like siblings (:3) and other things like getting bit flustered (not obviously ofc) around reader and cathing himself thinking about him when he sees something draken thinks he might like. so one night draken is laying in his bed wondering what is going on w him until it finally hits him that hes in love and bi panic ensues. and maybe the ending could be a sweet confession ? ty and again im sorry its so long🙏

-🍓 Character(s): Draken

-🍓 Type of reader: M!Reader (black male reader✨✨)

-🍓 Category: SFW

-🍓 Warning(s): None

-🍓 Note: FINALLYYYY A SPECIFIC TYPE OF READERR AND HES BLACK NONE THE LESS LETS GOO 😭

-🍓 Edited: ❌

“She said she’d be here soon, so where is she?” Mikey questioned nobody in particular as he looked at the nonexistent watch on his arm.

He squinted his eyes a bit till he saw Emma. “Oh, there she is!” He announced and pointed to where she stood.

Draken opened his mouth to say something only to see you hugging Emma and rocking her side to side with a smile.

“Who the fuck is that guy?” Draken grumbled as his face turned sour as he stared at you and Emma. “No clue. I think he’s a foreigner.” Mikey shrugged his shoulders as the two of them walked over to you and Emma.

“Oh! Speak of the devil, hey Mikey, Draken!” Emma said with a smile as she released you from her grip. “Never hugging your ass again, you tried breaking my back!” You shouted at her and rubbed the middle part of your back.

“Oh hush!” She laughed and nudged you. “Sooo, who’s this? Your boyfriend?” Mikey asked, genuinely curious. Draken only sucked his teeth when Mikey asked if you were her boyfriend. Emma looked at you and you looked at Emma before the both of you burst out laughing while holding onto one another.

“Hell no! She my bestie.” You exhaled after calming down. “I’d never date her ever.” “Honestly!” Draken had seemingly relaxed by this newfound information but still didn’t like how touchy the two of you were. “Oooh, that makes sense! But how come you’ve never told us about him?” Mikey asked.

You let out a dramatic gasp and placed a hand on your chest where your heart is. “We’ve been friends since we were six and you NEVER told them about me?! Unbelievable!” You huffed and folded your arms, turning your back to face her.

“Oh come on Y/n! It never crossed my mind to tell them about you!” Emma whined as she hugged you and swayed your body side to side while giggling. “Could you forgive me pleaseee?”

“Bitch- fine.” You rolled your eyes jokingly. “So your name is Y/n? That’s a cool name, right Draken?” Mikey looked over at Draken who still had that same sour look on his face. “Hell wrong with his ass? He makin the face my nana makes when she’s pissed at my mama.” You raised a brow and looked at the blond. “I guess,” Draken said, ignoring your comment.

“How about you chill I already said I didn’t want your girl she looks like the backside of a horse-” “Rude!” “Fine, the backside of a donkey.” You corrected yourself and earned a hit on the arm by Emma. “That’s even worse!” She huffed making you laugh.

“You can’t call me anything and you know ittt!” You dragged out with a grin. “She’s not my- never mind.” Draken exhaled through his nose.

“Sure sure.” Since then, Emma has invited you over to her house or any events she was having allowing you to get to know both Mikey and Draken better, but mainly Draken since he was more mature than Mikey and he seemed like the little brother that would get you in trouble for anything.

Due to you both getting to know each other more, the two of you grew to become pretty good friends, so good Draken eventually got comfortable enough to let his guard down and even joke around with you. “Wait so you two became friends just because you both hated each other at first?” Draken asked you to confirm if he was correct or not.

“Mhm! Well my mama forced me to be friends with her, but I don’t mind one bit, she is a fun girl.” You said as you began mixing the large scoops of ice cream you had in a bowl to make ‘ice cream soup’ as you called it.

A little weird to others, but who gives a damn? “She even had me make brownies for her ass as an apology gift. If I didn’t then my mama would’ve whooped my ass so hard I’d turn into a colorless roach, in other words white.” You said with a giggle before eating some of your ice cream.

Draken opened his mouth to say something but just kept it closed. “I’m backkk!” “Yay, the lint roller is back.” “I will HURT you Y/n!” You cackled as you ran around the room away from Emma.

Draken watched the two of you with a small smirk. His smirk faded a little bit when seeing you two so close, he should be used to it by now since you two are basically like siblings. You even argue with her as if you were siblings.

And he knew that yet felt a sense of jealousy and was slightly bothered by how close Emma was toward you, no longer the other way around. Even seeing your phone's Lock Screen as you and Emma with funky little edits upset him. Of course, Draken just brushed that aside since he didn’t know he was feeling jealous toward Emma and not you.

“My leg! My leg!!” You screeched as Emma was seated on your back while pulling your leg backward. “Say you’re sorry!” “What do you take me for?!” “An idiot!” You screamed more as she pulled your leg further making Draken stiffen a laugh as he watched the two of you fight for a bit before intervening.

“See! Even Draken is sympathetic towards me against that right?” You said as you hid behind him and held his arm.

He stiffened up a bit a slowly nodded his head. Ever since then, being in the same room as you was difficult, but it was worse when you’d playfully punch him or do anything that just involved touching.

He wasn’t one for many expressions but my god did he get flustered, it never showed but deep deep DEEP down he was screaming. “What do you think Emma would want?” Mikey asked as he looked at the many plushies the store they were in had. They had big ones, tiny ones, normal-sized ones, basically anything.

Draken shrugged as he looked around only to spot a fox plushie that had a little (favorite color) top hat and sunglasses on its little face. As soon as he saw that his mind instantly went to you which made him stop in his tracks as he stood there wide-eyed.

Was he just thinking about you? His cheeks suddenly had a very faint pink to them as he rubbed in between his eyes. “Hey, I’m going to head back home. I’m a little tired.” Draken said as he looked back at the fox plushie for s bit and looked at Mikey.

“Alright, get home safely!” Mikey said before wandering off into the store. When Draken left he ended up buying the plushie, he’d feel guilty for not buying something as cute as this.

When he got home he just stared up at his ceiling, a couple of thoughts passing through his mind but a specific one ‘spoke’ louder than the other.

“Why am I always thinking about him..” Draken mumbled before sighing as he began trying to figure out the reason.

First, he had feelings for Emma till you came along, his feeling for Emma was still there but not as bold as they used to be. He looked over at his nightstand that had the cute plushie propped on it.

“He’s not even that much of a good guy, yeah he’s cute, funny, has a nice sense of clothes, honest, and…” He trailed off as he covered his flustered face with his hands. And then it dawned on him. He’s fallen in love with you.

Draken wasn’t even able to fall asleep that night as him knowing he loves likes you played on a loop in his head.

A day later and he still had yet to tell you, surprisingly it was harder than he thought it was. So he decided to tell Mikey hoping he could help in any way. “I knew it!!” Mikey shouted as he quickly got up. “I knew you loved him!” Mikey clapped his hands.

“Was it obvious?” Draken grumbled. I’ve been your best friend for years now, to other people it isn’t obvious. But are you going to tell him?” Mikey asked, barely able to contain his excitement.

“I…don’t know. He might not like me in that way and only sees me as a friend.” Draken sighed and rested his head on the palm of his hand, a slight frown on his lips.

“He’s literally..” Mikey placed a hand on his hip and did the gay hand sign with a ‘you never knew that?’ look. “Wait he is?” “Well pansexual. I get this kind of info from Emma.” Draken exhaled as he placed a hand on his heart, he just might have a chance.

“How about you go confess to him now? I think he and Emma are still at the park.” Mikey said and didn’t even bother letting Draken answer as he just dragged him to the location. “Hey!” Mikey exclaimed to the two of you once he and Draken both arrived.

“Heyy!” You waved back as you twisted the swing Emma was on before releasing it, taking a couple of steps back as she twirled around while laughing before coming to a stop, her now dizzy.

“I thought you guys were staying home.” Emma giggled as she got off the swing holding onto the chains for support.

“Well, Draken has something to tell Y/n so I thought I might take you to go get some ice cream,” Mikey said as he helped navigate Emma to the ice cream shop.

“Whatcha gotta say?” You asked once the two of them left, taking a seat on the swing Emma sat on previously, Draken standing in front of you. Draken cleared his throat as he stared at you for a few seconds before opening his mouth to speak.

“So, I uhm..want to tell you something that may or may not ruin our friendship in a good or bad way..” Draken cleared his throat as he fiddled with the bag he had in his hand.

“Ok? Hurry up and tell me, man.” You raised your brow and looked at him, waiting for what he had to say. He inhaled and exhaled a few times before speaking again. “I like you..” Draken finally said making you raise both brows, surprised.

“No...I love you. I love your laugh, your humor, and the way you’re brutally honest and don’t give a damn about what people think or say to you unless it’s about your family or friends… I love everything about you. I want to spend as much time with you as I can. So please, will you date me, Y/n ?” Draken spoke as he took out the same cute little fox plushy from the bag, his cheeks red from embarrassment.

“Oh wow, now that’s a confession.” You said with a slight laugh. You took the plushy from his hand and held it close.

“Yeah sure, I’ll date you. But I’m not the best partner so I hope you understand that.” You mumbled and slightly cooed at the fox. “I don’t care, I just want you,” Draken said with a small smile. “Can I..kiss you?” Draken asked and you nodded your head.

“I don’t mind..” You mumbled as Draken began moving closer and closer till you both were now kissing. You held onto the chain of the swing with one hand while Draken held the other chain with one of his hands.

You closed your eyes and relaxed your body completely, feeling comfortable around your new lover, Draken.

-🍓tags: @jkloserdazai @reallyromealone @secretivemessenger @lostsomewhereinthegarden

[cuppa-ale]

I really wish that I was more interested in things. More invested and curious w/o someone needing to show it to me directly. Right now, I feel like it's really difficult because no matter what I do, I feel empty and lonely and it feels like a self-perpetuating cycle.

I want to be enthusiastic and into things, but I feel like I'm going to be abandoned or shrugged off and I can't shake that lonely feeling that makes me feel sick. And yet I also know that I can't be part of anything or get other people interested if I'm not interested, but I feel so sick because of the loneliness that I don't even want to try for fear of hurting myself more, and it loops all around. I don't want to think this way. Sometimes I don't, but it always comes back.

I feel like I desperately want to ask for validation and attention, yet I feel dumb because of that- yet I would never begrudge anyone else for wanting the same. I actually wish that people were more upfront like that, because it's normal to want those things, and no one can know if you don't speak up. Sometimes people just don't know or are socially awkward, speaking from experience. And I'm often left wondering and guessing about what I can or can't do, so somebody being upfront would be so, so massively helpful.

And yet I also know why I try to keep most people at arms' length too- I feel so afraid that I can't trust them to not hurt or abandon me or someone else for liking a character or a ship or whatever that they don't. And that may sound dumb as hell (because it is) but that also makes it extremely hard to find community or camaraderie in fan or hobby circles in general. There is always, always a hint of doubt in my mind and I hate it. I don't want to go through that again. God, I don't want to go through that again.

And I worry that I don't have much to offer another person bc of how sincerely exhausted and hermited I am.

I feel overworked and overwhelmed in my daily life. Even if I could get past this anxiety, I barely have time for anything outside of manual labor, housekeeping, caretaking, and yet I still feel like a disappointment and that I could be doing more if my brain wasn't so fucked up.

I am so tired. And I feel like I really don't have an escape or outlet. I feel so mediocre and selfish because I want so badly for someone to hold me and pay attention to me and help me and remind me that I'm not a lost cause piece of trash. But I'm also very aware of the fact that nobody can fix me or make my problems go away. I feel like I'm not happy no matter what and that scares me.

I feel like it also doesn't even matter what I do or don't do because no one is paying attention. That's probably really stupid too, but that's the mindset I get sometimes. I don't like thinking that way either.

I don't want to do things for the sake of attention or validation because that's not the reason why I do them, and I never ever want that to be the reason why. And yet I know that's what I crave, and it always rears its ugly head.

I believe that this is part of why I like Crayzar and Tyetaynus so much- Tyetaynus has been implied to be obsessed with Crayzar for years, hunting him down and "making him pay" for leaving him- but meanwhile, Crayzar just seems to not give a shit about his brother, and I think there's so much angst and drama and shit you can pull from that it's nuts. And so I really really want to make art that explores that bc I find Tyetaynus to be a super cathartic character and I want to express that "grief of what never came to be", "all i wanted was you", "I'm going to make you hurt like you made me hurt", and anger and all of those emotions and I hope it comes through, but I may as well talk about it here bc it actually makes me feel sane.

So I try to redirect those feelings into art and characters and stories in general, because idk what else to do with them. But it worries me bc again, it makes it so, so difficult to just be chill and relax and feel like I can indulge or be curious about something bc I have this horrible, paranoid, looming feeling at all times that something is very wrong and that the something wrong is me and that everyone thinks it. (even if that's not the case. I fully believe that I suffer from paranoid delusions bc I've been affected by them so, so bad, only to find that it's unfounded or I'm just being dumb. I just want someone to tell me unequivocally at all times that everything is okay and I'm okay, and sometimes that's all I can think about.)

All I want to do is make stuff at the end of the day. The one thing I want to do above all else is make stuff, even if I have to find the time from being overworked and exhausted and sick. Even if I have to make myself sick while doing so, that is the very 1 one thing I want to do in this world before I leave it.

I want to work on the doll commission I started work on recently. I want to continue working on my OCs and preparations for my first original comic. I want to tell their stories. I want to draw weird and mushy and complicated ship art. I want to draw my brain wife. I want to draw silly self-inserts and whatever other trivial thing I can think of. I want to make gifts for my friends.

I want to keep going and I want to keep doing that no matter what. That's all I want to do. I have no choice. I want to make stuff and I want to share it and I want to keep doing that until I die, or until I no longer can.

[torchickentacos]

DREW + 4, 12, and 23

OKAY. TUMBLR'S LETTING ME ANSWER THIS ONE NOW. hellsite. Long post. I joked about being normal and hinged on the other ask about him I answered and CONGRATS, you get unhinged and long-winded thoughts! Curse of being my friend, I'm comfortable being unwell around you and now you get a dissertation <3.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

I mean, here's the thing. Literally any answer is objectively going to be hilarious. He's absurd in whatever you throw him at. Off the top of my head. Skyrim. Any romcom ever. Red Dead Redemption. Zelda. Great British Bake-Off. Like. Literally anything is really funny to imagine kdjfhskjf. Real answer, though, I think he would THRIVE as a Stardew Valley townie. That seems genuinely up his alley. Little florist's shop with a greenhouse in the back, a small-town with plenty of wilderness around to explore, and damn it now I just want to make an SDV pokeani au.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Long section incoming. Lol. Sorry. I have.... thoughts. A couple of 'em, even. Not adding a read-more because at this rate tumblr's gonna auto-shorten this for me.

kdjfhdskjfhdsjfhdsj. okay. You, the one asking this, already know WAY TOO MANY OF MY HEADCANONS ABOUT HIM and you are complicit in all of them lmfao. Assuming the french-canadian thing doesn't count since it's arguably canon (?), here's a potentially ~controversial~ one that literally nobody is obligated to agree with, dw, but I can back it up (sort of) (as much as you can back up ANYTHING in AG): I do not think Drew stays in coordinating in the long-term. Here's the thing. Think about episodes where he's being annoying and high-strung (/affectionate). Now, think about episodes where he seems to actually have serotonin for once. In group one, high-strung, you're going to get a lot of contest (like, contests on stage, not shorthand for shipping)/competition themed episodes. I have my... OPINIONS (/derogatory) about the Absol scene in Thinning the Hoard!, but I can use that as an example of "Well. This can't be great for his emotional wellbeing." EVIDENTLY it stresses him the fuck out. He's never more moody and stressed than he is in grand festivals/contests. But, in group two where he's actually kinda chill (albeit still himself), we have episodes where he's out doing literally anything other than coordinating- Unbeatable Lightness, WWWWW (why is he more relaxed in the episode where he drowns than the episodes where he wins ribbons?), On Cloud Arcanine. Hell, even contest episodes where he's not the one competing! He seems genuinely happier outside of contests.

This isn't even getting into my thoughts on coordinating fame and canon's portrayal of it (which is actually interesting and consistent, if unelaborated on). Some people thrive in that attention. Others won't. I think Drew genuinely loves the ART of contests. The planning of it, the technical side, working out strategies and appeals. And he's good at it. But the other parts of coordinating are things he struggles with and is uneasy with (also seen briefly in Unbeatable Lightness, A Fan With A Plan, and Spontaneous Combusken, my beloved absolute dumpster fire of an episode).

Now, it's a real shame to headcanon him as someone driven out of a career he loves by the culture of it and to just leave it on that sour note, though- so, where does he go from there? I've spoken to friends about it and there's different schools of thought about this- the one I usually lean towards personally is a career change that still allows him to partake in the parts of coordinating that he loved without the parts he hated, like becoming a mentor of sorts for new coordinators. I can see him being, like, a coordinating professor of sorts. Something that still allows the artistic expression and self-challenge, but more contained and focused specifically on the parts he loves about it. I can see him finding more satisfaction through teaching and nurturing others' talents and watching THEM go off and win rather than putting himself through it.

And obviously, his entire canon character is about how he's good at coordinating! This is maybe a weird take that sort of takes canon and does a hard pivot, so absolutely no need to agree at all, and I LOOOOVE interpretations where he stays and thrives in it! Because honestly, on a selfish note, the less he does coordinating the less I have to worry about the rules of contest appeals and battles, so. Can't say I don't have a personal stake in this. Because dear god do not make me try to understand the gen 3 anime's contest point system or lack thereof, what the FUCK.

Anyways. Thoughts. I have them. Sometimes. On occasion.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

lmao. BUT also 1.) every single face he's ever made at Harley, and 2.) every single face he makes in Unbeatable Lightness, which I think this is the third time I've mentioned it here BUT IT'S A GOOD EPISODE AND I'M NOT TAKING ALTERNATE OPINIONS ON THAT! If the sunset scene rewired my brain chemistry as a kid for probably the worse, then that's everyone else's problem and not mine. insert Taylor Swift "Drew looks-" FUCK YEAH MAN HE SURE DOES!!!!!

[yennefer-of-vengerbergs]

just me ranting about work under the cut, because damn has it been getting on my nerves and i need to get it off my chest somehow🙃

i swear, every day, the idea of just quitting my job seems more and more tempting. it's getting to the point where i can't stand it anymore and the thought of having to log on and staring at my work laptop all day brings me nothing but annoyance, to say the least. i'm tired and no amount of pto is ever enough, especially since it's just me and someone else (who is a lead) in this team, so i can't even take too much time off at a time because of it. and i can't stand this person and they're always throwing 99.99% of the work at me, and there isn't that much i can do about it other diplomatically say something isn't as doable as they'd imagine it to be, seeing as they also do my performance review and any raises i get depend on that 🙃

had half a day off on friday and what do i come back to today? more work that's ready for me, because of course everything has to be ready at the same.fucking.time 🙃on paper, i have the time for it, but man does it get on my nerves to see everything come in at once, with no consideration for the fact that hey, it's just me doing this shit, can ya'll slow the fuck down and stop taking stuff in advance, that's then expected to be ready, even if it isn't meant to be done during this period of time?

and as i was typing this, they wrote that they want to chat about even more work that came in unplanned 🙃(surprisingly, they took that on, but i know for a fact that the initial idea would have been to pass it on to me because "you've worked with this before")

and what else do i find out today? they have more than a month off for the holidays, from december to january according to the very public calendar on the hr portal used here, which means i'll be on my own with nobody to help me if i need it🙃nevermind the fact that i would have liked to take a few days off then too, but hey, what do i matter in this equation, their weeks and weeks of pto are clearly more important 🙃

guess it's high-time for me update my linkedin profile and look for a new job, as much as i hate job hunting and how this year is probably the worst time to look for a new job in the industry i work in (literally the only reasons keeping me at this job are the good pay and the fact that it's 100% remote and i refuse to go into the office for work anymore, so ideally i'd like a new job that is also 100% remote). but honestly, it's gotten to the point where i can no longer stand this place and i just feel like my soul gets sucked out of me every single day, little by little. I know it's going to probably take a long time to find a new job that fits what i want, but ugh, i'm just done at this point, i'd rather go through the hurdle that is job hunting for however long it takes than to stay in this place longer than i have to.

it's funny, as much as i ended up hating working in the gaming industry because of the toxicity where i worked and shit pay and it being absolutely thankless, i sometimes regret leaving that entirely because at least it was an industry i cared about and i actually worked with some people that i had things in common with and could have a conversation with. now i just feel completely disconnected from everyone i work with, seeing as i have absolutely nothing in common with them and all that's left is another round of falseness from pretty much everyone. i'm not one to necessarily make friends and be all buddy-buddy with the people i work with (if i end up being friends with someone from work, cool. if not, cool again, i'm just here for my paycheck in the end, k bye), but even i have to admit that sometimes i'd like to at least be able to have a conversation about something that isn't work related throughout those 8 hours i have to spend every day working.

i don't know where i'm going with this anymore 😂but anyway, yeah, work sucks, why did we as humans see relaxation and chill vibes and generally good and happy things, and then just invented a 40-hour work week and jobs that suck the life out of you?

[smuttyfang]

Phillip Graves, “Who Trained You?”

Just something I wrote because I’m obsessed with these COD men. You catch his attention. Showing him your skills, it all looks familiar to him.. but he can’t place his finger on it. He’ll worry about it after he fucks you.

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As you sit in the restaurant, you think about how insane your situation is. You were basically a private soldier.. mercenary? You were paid to be a soldier, a spy, to whoever needed you. And god, were you and your talents wanted by so many people. The reason? Well, you were trained by one of the best. And your talents and abilities had reached the ears of many. Although, you were a fairly well kept secret within in the military. You had gained a lot of information doing this, and you knew much more than you probably should have about the inner workings of the military. And one thing you knew about it, was currently walking through the door. He stepped in with two other men. You could recognize him without ever having met him. The blonde hair, the complete smugness and arrogance of him, the men in their matching black tactical gear following him closely behind. It was Graves. You knew what he was, everything he did. However, something made you feel curious about him. Maybe it was the danger of him and his Shadow Company? Maybe you were just wondering if he truly was just a complete dickhead? You weren’t sure. He noticed you staring, and began approaching you without much warning.

“Why are you staring so hard, sweetheart?” He said, mockingly. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You can’t help but chuckle at him, raising an eyebrow.

“You have a lot of nerve to approach a random woman just sitting all alone.” He doesn’t take well to this comment, slamming his hands down hard on your table. You don’t flinch at all. It would take more than that.

“Who do you think you are, little girl?” He whispers, hatefully. You point behind him, telling him to look. He sees many civilians staring at him, watching what he does. Some of them clearly look ready to try and stop him.

“Might not want to talk that way to a woman sitting all by herself. I don’t look like the bad guy here, do I?” You mock him. You can visibly see him clenching his jaw in irritation. He lowers his voice to speak to you.

“Who, the fuck, are you? You looked at me like you knew me. And I’ve never seen you before. I’m getting bad vibes here.” You were a little impressed that he could pick up an assumed threat to him so easily, but you didn’t plan on telling him that.

“Just a woman. Yeah I know who you are, Graves. But relax. Christ. Sit down instead of causing a scene.” You roll your eyes nonchalantly, irritating him even further. He shakes his head as he sighs. He very reluctantly sits down across from you in the booth. Both of his soldiers turn their backs to him, looking for threats.

“You better start fucking talking. Now.” You casually take a bite of your food, taking a long time to answer him.

“Or what? You’ll kill a random woman in a restaurant? Again, you’re making yourself look like a dick right now. Just chill out.” He watches you with hateful eyes as you sip your drink, casually and slowly. “I heard a rumor that you come here often. So I came hoping I’d see you for myself.” He was clearly so pissed that he couldn’t see straight.

“And how exactly did you hear that?” He asks, putting his hands together on the table.

“You don’t exactly try to hide when you’re in public.” You point to both of his soldiers. “Not really a secret.” He rolls his eyes.

“Who sent you?” He tilts his head to the side.

“Nobody.” You shrug your shoulders.

“The hell do you mean, nobody?”

“I mean nobody.” You finish off your drink. “I know who you are, I was curious to see you in person. So here I am.” He almost laughs at your words.

“And you expect me to believe that? Seriously?” He stares at you, like he’s trying to scan you for more information.

“No. Believe whatever you want. I was just curious. I don’t work for anybody who doesn’t pay me well enough. I work for myself.” You shrugged your shoulders again at him, casually chewing the rest of your food.

“Well, we have one thing in common so far. That’s a start. I do like money.” He watches you, gauging your reactions and your movements.

“Clearly.” You say, rolling your eyes.

“Are you in the military, then?” He asks.

“I work for myself. I have been trained by someone in the military, yes.” You watch him, knowing what he was going to say next.

“And who trained you?” You immediately shook your head.

“Nope. Not your business. But, one of the best. So I can handle my own.” You lean forward toward him a bit, your voice a whisper. “So, I don’t recommend threatening me until you know what I’m capable of.” Instead of looking more angry, his eyes seem to light up, full of curiosity and intrigue. He clicks his tongue.

“Well, aren’t you interesting.” He admits. “Then, what’s your opinion of me, now that you’ve seen me yourself.”

“You’re clearly an asshole, but that’s common knowledge.” You sigh. “But I feel that there’s more beneath that. Something more than just a huge dickhead.” You smirk at him. He couldn’t believe someone was actually talking to him this way, and not terrified of him. He was honestly very intrigued by you. “Thanks though, for feeding my curiosity. I’ll be on my way.” You stand up, pushing past his soldiers. They begin to make a move, but Graves stops them. He whispers something to them, and then they all disappear. You knew what was coming. As you stepped outside and turned down the alley, you were approached quickly by all three of them again. Graves quickly scoops you up by your clothes and shoves you hard against the brick wall.

Jesus. Did it excite you.

“I don’t know what the hell your deal is, or what is going on here. But the more you push me, the angrier I’m going to get. And you do not want that. Do you understand me?” His gaze was trained on you, staring at you with cold and angry eyes. You start to chuckle at him.

“Don’t shove me around like that unless you’re trying to get me excited.” You grin at him. He is taken aback by your response.

“Are you trying to be funny? You think this is funny?” He shoves you again, harder into the wall. “I can make you disappear. Nobody would ever remember you. I’m far above you.” You smile at him, sweetly and innocently.

“Are you really sure about that, Graves? Are you? Be certain before you decide that.” You tease. He looks at his soldiers. He was in a huge conflict. He really didn’t have any idea who you were or who you knew. He seemed to think for a moment, weighing his options. “Why don’t we just try to get along, hmm? You don’t even know anything about me yet.” He scoffed at you.

“What, so you can kill me for whoever sent you?” You rolled your eyes, sighing again.

“Again, nobody sent me. And if I wanted to kill you, I would have already. Don’t you feel it?” He raised an eyebrow at you. You shoved the pointy end of your knife harder against his chest. He looked down in complete shock, having no idea you had pulled anything on him. His soldiers suddenly pointed their guns at you, but he held up his hand to them.

“Lower your guns boys. Maybe I was being a little irrational.” His tongue went to the inside of his cheek as he thought for a moment. They lower their guns, now facing away from you both on either side. “Tell you what. I’m intrigued by all this. I want to know more about you.” He finally lowers you back to the ground, slowly and gently pushing your knife away from his chest. You put it away. He leans close to you. “You want to see what I’m made of, right?”

“I would sure like to.” You admit.

“How about we make a deal then? For starters, tell me you’re not working for those 141 idiots.” You chuckle.

“Only when they pay me.” He clicks his tongue.

“Alright. Now, since you’re so curious.” He leans closer to you. “And you have made me curious..” He eyes you up and down, making you realize he was definitely checking you out. “Come on a mission with me and my men. Show me how good you are.” You eye him up and down right back.

“Will I get paid?” You ask. He nods his head.

“Of course you will. After. When I see how good you really are. If you’re useful.” You smile at him as sweetly as you can.

“I want to get paid, but I also feel like you owe me for being so rude. So unlike a gentleman.” You tease him. He cocks his head at you, now smirking.

“What do ya want then, sweetheart? Besides the money.” You chuckle at him and his newfound nickname for you.

“I think you owe me a date. A nice one.” He looks almost shocked. His eyes go wide.

“Seriously? I mean, clearly you have good taste in men, I’ll give you that.” He moves even closer to you, whispering in your ear now. “But I want something from you too, if that’s the case. Tell me who trained you so closely and personally.” You whisper back to him.

“After our date? I will.” He nods his head.

“Alright. We have a deal.” He offers you his hand to shake it. You do shake it, but slowly he raises your hand up to his mouth and gives it a small kiss. “I can be a gentleman when I want to, I assure you sweetheart.” He begins to walk, still holding your hand. “If you’ll follow me, we will go to my building and get suited up.” You chuckle at him, following along as he holds your hand.

“So soon?” You ask. He leads you to a really nice black sports car as his men follow behind and get into their own black SUVs. He opens the door for you.

“We have something we need to do right now, seems like the perfect opportunity doesn’t it?” You get inside the vehicle, moving your legs in to let him shut the door. He gets inside, starting the vehicle and driving off. “Impressed?” He gestures to the inside of the vehicle.

“It’s pretty noticeable, I’ll give it that. Subtlety goes a long way sometimes.” You shrugged your shoulders. “It’s nice, yeah. But you stick out like a sore thumb. How do you think you were so easy to find?” He scoffs at your comment.

“I like to be loud and proud, baby. Anybody who wants to find me will find me anyway. Why be quiet?” He was driving a little recklessly for your taste, but you expected that.

“The element of surprise can help. Just like I surprised you.” You smile at him and he smiles back.

“I’ll give you that. You’ve definitely given me a surprise today. I’ll be even more surprised if you show me how good you are.” He slows the vehicle, pulling into the parking lot. He gets out, stepping around the car to open the door for you. You confidently step out of the car, looking at all the armed men who were suddenly staring at you. Graves motions for you to follow him, and you do. Once inside, he shows you to a locker room full of tactical gear. “Got plenty of gear, should have something to fit you. I’ll step out and I’ll try not to uh..” He looks you up and down again. “Peek.” He smirks, stepping out of the room. You do quickly find something that fits, and you get all dressed up. You step outside of the room, finding him leaning against the wall.

“Well?” You say, still adjusting some things. “Did you peek?” He smiles as he watches you.

“Was really hard not to. You look good in black. Must look twice as good underneath it.” You smirk at him, giving him a small wink.

“So. What are we doing?” You ask. He tells you the plan along with his men. You all head to the location. Once inside the vehicle with him alone once again, he rests his hand on your thigh as he drives. He gives occasional squeezes, gripping on tightly as you watch him clenching his jaw. You got him wrapped around your finger so easily. Once outside of the vehicles, Graves addresses all of you.

“Alright, remember the plan boys. Loud and proud.” You roll your eyes at him, sighing. He looks at you. “Do you have a problem?” You shook your head.

“No, just a suggestion, if I may.” You smile at him sweetly. He didn’t let it show, but you could tell you melted him a little bit.

“Sure. Fire away.” He puts his hands on his hips.

“Let me go in first. If I get caught, you can come in after. Loud and proud, like you said. Let me show you what I’m capable of.” He thinks for a moment, clicking his tongue.

“Sure. Go right ahead sweetheart. We will be here to rescue your ass when you get caught. I’ll be watching you on the cams.” He gives you a wink and waves you along. You go inside, taking out about half of the men stealthily. You think for a moment, calling Graves on the coms. “Did you get caught sweetheart?” He mocks you. “Doesn’t look like it.”

“No, not at all.” You whisper. “I just thought you’d like to join in on the fun and have your loud and proud moment. I don’t want to take all the fun away from you boys.” He half laughs at your comment, before telling his men to go all out. They burst inside from below, working their way up to you. Graves leads them, going all the way to the top and taking out every other threat. You waited for them near the vehicles as they came back down. Graves stepped out first, walking up to you.

“That was fuckin’ impressive sweetheart. Looks like I owe you that date.” He starts putting his gear away in one of the vehicles.

“And the money.” You remind him. He chuckles.

“Of course. That too.” He stares at you for a moment, like he was thinking. You cocked your head at him. He shook his head, pushing the thought away. “I’ll take you back to the building and you can drop off the gear. I’ll meet you by the restaurant and pick you up tomorrow night. Around 7. Sound good to you?” He opens the door to the vehicle for you to step inside again.

“Yeah. Sounds good.” You smile at him. Once inside and on the road again, he speaks once more.

“You know.. it all looked familiar.” You hummed in response. “The way you took those men out. Snuck around. But I can’t quite put my finger on why.” You smirked at him, not saying anything at all. He sighed. “After our date. Right.”

The next night, you sat outside of the restaurant waiting for Graves. You were wearing a simple black dress with a black matching bow on your head. His vehicle approached where you were sitting, and you walked over to him as he stopped for you. He rolled the passenger window down. He looked you up and down.

“God damn, hey beautiful.” You smiled at him, watching as he stepped out to come and open your door for you. You got inside before he closed the door for you. Going back to the driver's seat, he takes off. “I wouldn’t even think you were so deadly if I didn’t know what you could do. You look gorgeous.” You smile at him, looking at his own attire. He must have liked black, as he was wearing a long sleeved black shirt and a pair of dark jeans. He had a nice watch on his wrist as well.

“You can dress up quite well too, I see. You do look handsome.” You tell him. He smirks like he knows it already, making you roll your eyes. “So. Where are we headed?” You ask.

“Nice Italian place. You’ll like it.” He says assuredly.

“Ah, classic type of romantic I see.” You smile. He reaches over, placing his hand on your thigh casually. He begins whistling a tune. The rest of the ride is mostly silent, with the occasional glance and smile. Of course, a squeeze of the thigh as well. Once you arrived at the place, he got out to open your door for you again. He wrapped his arm around your waist, walking inside with you. Once you are both seated in a booth, he addresses the waiter who brings you both glasses of wine.

“Bring the whole bottle.” He tells him before looking at you. You raise an eyebrow at him, looking back at the waiter.

“Please, and thank you.” The waiter nods at you before walking away. You pick up a glass of wine, taking a sip of it. “There’s no need to be rude, Graves. Be nice to these workers.” He sighs in frustration. The waiter comes back with the bottle, gently sitting it down on the table. Graves reaches into his pocket and pulls out some cash. He hands it to the waiter.

“I’m sorry. Take this for yourself.” The waiter accepts it and smiles before asking what you both want to eat. You both give your orders and he steps away.

“That’s better. Good start.” You nudge his leg with your foot. He grunts. He spends a long time looking at you, just staring. Like he was trying to figure you out just by looking at you. “What?” You ask, still sipping your wine.

“I just don’t get what your end game is.” He says. You can’t help but smile.

“It was simple curiosity at first.”

“At first?”

“Yeah.” You say. “But, the moment you pressed me against that wall in the alley.. I decided I was going to get you into bed with me. So there. That’s my end game.” His eyes go wide before he starts smirking.

“You could have just asked, you know.” He crossed his arms, still keeping his eyes on you. “I certainly wouldn’t have said no, sweetheart.”

“Where’s the fun in that? I still wanted my date.” The waiter comes back with your food, setting the plates in front of each of you. You casually enjoy your food, sometimes refilling your wine glass and finishing it off. The bottle ended up empty, as well as your plates. Nearing the end of the bottle, you took your foot and began running it up his leg. He stopped eating, just watching you casually continue eating your food. You keep moving your foot up further and further, up his calf and then his thigh. He shifts a little in his seat. “What’s wrong?” You ask, still casually. He chuckles.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” You move your foot all the way, pressing it against his dick. He was already a little hard. You smile knowing this. He shifts again just a little bit, grunting in frustration. “Why don’t we just get out of here, huh?” You smile.

“Oh? So soon?” You tease. He shakes his head at you, clicking his tongue.

“I’m not. A very. Patient. Man. Sweetheart.” He said his words quietly but sternly. You watch him, seeing the desire in his eyes.

“I can see that.” You finish your last bite of food and last sip of wine before nodding at him. He throws a big wad of money down on the table quickly and stands up, pulling you along with him out of the restaurant. He hurries you to get into the car. As he drives off, you question him.

“Where do you think you’re taking me?” You lean over to him, rubbing your hand on his thigh.

“Back to my building. I’m taking you to my office.” He smirks at you, looking over to gauge your reaction.

“Ooh, am I in trouble?” You tease him, fully placing your hand on his cock now. You rub aggressively, making him groan at your touch. He shifts in his seat, trying to adjust himself more comfortably now that he was hard.

“Fuck yes. You’re in BIG fuckin’ trouble.” He says seriously, making you feel even more excited. Something about his seriousness and anger seriously turned you on. When you both arrive at the building, he quickly helps you out of the car. “Come on, come on.” He pulls you along with him, leading you through corridors and up some stairs.

“No elevator?” You chuckle.

“Nope. No time.” You finally arrive at a door that he unlocks with more than one key. The inside is quite nice. Seems like he may sleep here as well. He has his desk scattered with papers, but also has a couch and a small bed. He locks the door back, breathing heavily. “You’re gonna pay for teasing me like that.” He walks up to you, suddenly wrapping his hands around your throat. He expects you to be a little frightened, but you’re not. You smile. “Fuck, you are so god damn hot.” He kisses you intensely, keeping his hand wrapped around your throat. You keep smiling into the kiss, letting your tongue dance with his. He tastes like the wine you had drunk during your date. The smell of his heavy cologne was more prevalent now. He pushes you back by the throat to his desk. He turns you around roughly, pushing you down by your upper back. You were now bending over his desk in front of him. Unable to control it, you giggled and wiggled your hips at him. “You are something fuckin’ else. You little god damn tease.” He smacks your ass, hard. Whimpering a little, and then smiling again, you just keep wiggling for him.

“Was that supposed to hurt?” You mock him, making him chuckle darkly in response. He smacks you again, even harder this time. It stings, but god it feels like heaven. You feel him lifting your dress up to your waist, not bothering to pull it off fully. You can hear him unzipping his pants, not bothering to fully undress himself either.

“You think you’re so fuckin’ funny..” He breathes out, leaning over you to wrap his hand around your throat again. He was putting more pressure this time. He brings his head as close to your ear as he can to whisper to you. “You’re going to regret teasing me.” You feel his cock pressing against your hole only for a moment, before he pushes himself inside of you. It feels like you’re in fucking heaven. The feeling of his hand over your throat, his breaths in your ear, his cock being sheathed inside of you, his anger, it was all so fucking perfect.

“Fuck, fuck..” Was all you could manage to choke out as he began thrusting in and out of you roughly, his skin slapping against yours loudly.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” He moans into your ear, mocking you so cruelly but oh so sweetly at the same time. “You don’t have any words to say, hmm? Don’t have time to run that fuckin’ mouth of yours anymore?”

“I-“ Before you even have a second to start saying anything, he uses his other hand to shove his fingers into your mouth. He clicks his tongue.

“Oh, no no no sweetheart. No more of that. You’re thinking too much.” He laughs at you in between his moans. “Just lay there and be dumb for me.” He said it so sweetly, but his words were so evil. It nearly sent you over the edge in an instant. You sucked on his fingers, unable to do much of anything else. Sometimes he would spread his fingers open to force your mouth open. Sometimes he would just enjoy the sucking. Soon, he released his grip on your mouth and throat, instead using his hands for leverage on your back to go even harder and faster on you. You were completely incapable of holding back any noises you made, and the room filled with groans of pleasure and skin slapping skin. You could feel him getting close once he started losing his composure, his thrusts becoming erratic.

“What’s wrong?” You tease him back. “Losing your pace and speed like that..” Your words seemed to get to him, as he quickly began cumming inside of you. His seed spilled in you, making you feel so warm and full. His cock was twitching, pulsing inside of you and it felt so fucking good. You clenched around him, making him do something different. He pulled himself out of you, picking your upper body up and flipping you around to look at him again. His hand returned to your throat.

“Who said I was fuckin’ done with you? But before that..” His hand starts squeezing around your throat again, making you smile and giggle at him. “Who trained you?”

“Remember when you told me I looked like I had seen a Ghost..?” You keep your eyes on him, honestly unsure of how he would react to hearing that. He paused for a moment, and you were unsure if he was planning on snapping your neck, or fucking you again.

“I knew that shit you were doing looked familiar. You work with him?” He questioned you.

“Not unless I get paid.” You reminded him. He nods his head.

“Right.” You feel him picking you up, and instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist. He begins to carry you over to the bed.

“Not going to kill me?” You ask as he throws you down on the soft sheets.

“No.” He pulls his shirt off over his head. “I’m gonna fuck you even more just to be able tell that asshole all about it.”

AO3

[rottinghouseplants]

Violet's heart raced as she tentatively sat down at the lunch table, her palms sweating with nervousness. The loud laughter and playful banter of the group of freshman filled the air, making her feel like an outsider. She could feel their eyes on her, judging her for being different. And then there were the two boys at the table, their energy clashing in a friendly but intense debate. "No one is gonna catch us, Jayden. The Bluffs are literally the perfect spot," the blonde guy with piercings said confidently, his voice laced with rebellion. "They're so isolated that nobody ever goes back there anymore." He slapped the back of the guy next to him, urging him to join in on the excitement. "Stop being such a bummer."

But Jayden's expression remained serious as he voiced his concerns. "Dude, if we get caught with a keg I'm going to lose my place on the Football team. I'll lose my chance at a scholarship," he said, his tone weighed down with worry. "Then I'll have to go to fucking Foxbury or Britechester." He rolled his eyes and looked back at the kid next to him. "If you're sure we won't get caught, I'll go. But if the cops show up, I'm out, Wolfgang."

Violet couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation, her curiosity piqued by their rebellious plans. But before she could fully process what they were saying, she was suddenly the center of attention. Wolfgang's piercing gaze fell on her, the corners of his lips curling into a mischievous smirk. "You're that new alien chick, right?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I mean, I don't see any other green girls in here, so you must be." Violet felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment as she fidgeted under his intense scrutiny. She couldn't hide the sickly color of her skin, the tips of her ears that poked through her thick black curly hair, or the slightly larger size of her eyes and the sharpness of her teeth. She was different, and she knew it.

Feeling uncomfortable and out of place, Violet made a move to leave. "I'm sorry, I can go. Sorry to bother you," she muttered, her voice barely audible. She swung her leg over the bench to stand, eager to escape the judgmental eyes. No matter how much time passed at this high school, she couldn't change her appearance or hide her true self.

"I didn't say you had to leave," Wolfgang's voice was smooth and confident, his deep blue eyes never leaving Violet's face. "Maybe I just wanted to know your name." His words had a hint of playfulness, but his tone was serious. Violet's heart raced as she felt his intense gaze on her. She could feel her cheeks flush as she tried to keep her cool. Wolfgang straightened his posture, his tall frame looming over the table. A cheesy gap-toothed smile spread across his face, making him seem even more charming. "Maybe I just wanted to get to know you better," he continued, his voice low and seductive. He winked before chuckling under his breath, his confidence radiating off of him.

Jayden rolled his eyes in response, clearly unimpressed. He looked across the table at his sister, and then back at Wolfgang, "Are you serious? You have a girlfriend, Wolf. Chill before Krystal loses her mind."

Wolfgang shot a glance at Jayden, unfazed by his disapproval. He put his hand up in front of him, as if to defend himself. "Relax," he said, his voice still oozing with charm. "I'm just having a little fun." But then, his expression turned more serious as he leaned forward over the table towards Violet. He pushed his lunch tray towards her, as if offering her something. "So, what's your name, ET?" he asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Violet felt a lump in her throat, feeling like a cornered animal. She was drawn to Wolfgang's charisma, but she couldn't ignore the fact that he had a girlfriend. "Um...Violet," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. Just as the words escaped her lips, the bell rang loudly through the halls, signaling the end of lunch and the start of the next class. Violet jumped from her seat, grateful for the distraction. She quickly gathered her things and made her way towards her next class, not even waiting for Wolfgang's response. As she walked away, she couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. She was intrigued by Wolfgang, but she knew she had to stay away. After all, she didn't want to be the reason for any drama between him and his girlfriend. But as she glanced back at him, she couldn't help but wonder if there was more to him than meets the eye.