#not everyone needs to fit a specific image you have in your head. & fuck the US government tbh

[pa-pa-plasma]

okay wait yes we all know that ATLA (2024) sucks ass but can we stop calling the actors white because they don't fit your limited worldview? you can talk about bad writing without being racist

[emchante]

softcore siren | m. verstappen

warnings: 18+/ suggestive — minors dni.

softcore porn streamer max has been in my mind all day for some reason, so i wanted to get this little thing out for me + @thef1diary seeing as she was so onboard with it too. definitely want to delve into this more!! drop into my inbox and hit me with your thoughts on this! <3

softcore porn streamer! max verstappen is a man you accidentally stumble across one day when scrolling through the ‘just chatting’ category. the thumbnail for the stream is a still image of max in a shirt that fits his chest snuggly, strong arms bulging slightly as he has his arms crossed at his front.

he’s an attractive man— you can’t deny that— so you decide fuck it, and click onto the stream.

as soon as the stream and chat loads, you’re hit with a mix of of thirsting messages in the side bar, and max’s low, accented voice as he spoke to everyone. he isn’t talking about anything specific, just chatting away and answering any questions he can see in the flurry of horny messages.

suddenly he lets out a warm laugh, and it’s unexpectedly charming. “alright, alright,” he rolls his eyes playfully, “i see your messages. i see what you’re here for, calm down. we’ll get to it,” he winks, leaning right to the camera momentarily as he shifts himself upwards to sit in a more comfortable position. the eye contact through the screen causes a breath to catch in your throat.

as max sits back he stretches right up, allowing his shirt to ride up and give the viewers a sliver of stomach. you couldn’t deny your eyes scanned the area the full time it was on screen, silently begging it to go even further. then, max moved his hands behind his head, allowing his arms to flex with his muscles bulging through the-short sleeved shirt. his softer chest area became more defined as the shirt tugged against it, until he allowed his arms to fall to his side.

he topped it all off with what could only be described as a soft moan, his eyes fluttered shut and his freckled lip curving into a smile.

your eyes drifted to his chat once more, watching the flood of messages be sent in as max teased his body, adding a moan at the end of his little show. some people were begging him to flex his arms again, for him to go shirtless, whereas others took a more meme-like approach. ‘do you need a bra for them?’, for example.

you wanted to join in on the fun, so you did. you didn’t say anything extreme, more-so joining the thirsty comments but keeping your own tame. a simple ‘god, you’re so fine?’, allowing it to get buried within the pile.

but it didn’t.

your eyes widened as your chat was highlighted with ‘first time chatter’, and fuck— since when was that a thing?

max seems to catch sight, raising a brow as he catches your comment and the fact you’re new. “oh? we have a new chatter, guys. welcome in,” he smiles, looking to the camera and winking. “appreciate the compliment.”

your breath caught in your throat at him reacting to your message and greeting you, that you didn’t even catch the amount of welcomes you got from his regulars. there were even a few ‘she’s so lucky??’ from others.

max grins before leaning back in his chair, his crossed arms resting over his front again. this time though he was pushed back a little more, allowing him to lift his foot onto his chair as he perched into a position where his thighs were in shot. and shit— you were not expecting that.

his grin only widened as the chat had another outburst about him, commenting about his thighs and what they wanted to do to them. though he was reading them, he had ignored them and went back to what the previous topic. “aww, no other message from newbie?” he fake pouted, before peering right into the camera lens once more. “don’t worry though, everyone starts out shy, confused. you’ll figure out soon enough why you’re here.”

and the thing is— he’s right. you do find out why you’re here.

you stay on the stream much longer than you had intended to, watxhing as he balances humour, flirtation, and just the right amount of teasing and mischief. you realise his fans aren’t just obsessed with his looks— they’re drawn to the way he makes everyone feel seen, chats to them like he would any other person.

by the end of the stream, you’re still not entirely sure how you got sucked into max verstappen— the softcore porn streamer on twitch’s front page. but as you close the tab for the night, your cheeks are hot and there’s a lingering smile on your face.

one things for certain: this wouldn’t be the last time.

⋆˙⟡ enjoy this? i hope you did! please come chat to me about it in my ask box! publicly or on anon— i’ll answer everything <3

[noodle-is-unstable]

Bound and Beat

All of my writing is completely Gender Neutral Reader. There is no reference to gendered body parts (Imaging a Ken Doll if you will). Due to this I use more vague language, and nothing is as specific or specified. Please be advised this writing style isn't for everyone and it is okay to skip.

Ft ~ Suguru Geto x GN!Reader Kink ~ Bondage and Impact Play Synopsis ~ Staying in and being tied up and hit is all you need for a good Friday night Content Warning ~ 18+, Smut, face fucking, bondage, flog, spanking, light face hitting, rough sex, raw sex, reader gets cummed in. Idk Adult Content.

2.0K Words, I don't proof read

“Some friends asked if we wanted to come out drinking tonight.” You commented, looking down at your phone.

“Oh?  Did you want to go?” Geto raised an eyebrow at you.  You were both home bodies so this happened often.  Your friends would ask you both to hang out but neither of you wanted to be the one to say no incase the other wanted to go.  You also rarely had an excuse and constantly telling them no wasn’t an option, they were still your friends after all.

“I’m okay with going if you want to go.” Both of you knew you didn’t want  to go out.  It was Friday night though, it would probably do you both good to go out.

“I’m good with either.  If you want to go, I’ll come but I’m fine staying home too.” But then again you were already in lounge wear and didn’t really want to get ready to go out.

“Totally up to you, I’m down for anything.” Then again you’ve told your friends you’re busy the last two weekends.

“I mean, you’re closer to them than me.  You should choose.” But you’re adults and also can’t go out drinking every weekend.  You have responsibilities.  Plus the hangovers are foul.

“You knew them first, it’s up to you.” You could always go for one drink, but that’s so much work to get ready and go out for an hour.

“Why not tell them you’re tied up and can’t make it.” Geto whispered in your ear.  But then again you could invite them over for a drink so it's more casual.  Wait, what?  Your thoughts snapped to what Geto said, or more how he said it.  His face was beside yours, lips ghosting your ear.  

“What?” Your voice was almost a whisper, still trying to understand what he said.  That’s not normally how these discussions went.  You’d both go back and forth until you’d reluctantly convince yourself to go..  

“Why not tell them you’re tied up and can’t go?” Geto smirked, hands moving to hold your hips and pull you into him.

“I don’t want to lie to them.” Brows furrowing you bit the inside of your cheek.  The group chat was still going off, waiting for an answer.  The Geto grabbed your chin, pinching your cheeks so your mouth opened and you’d look at him.

“Who said you’d be lying?” He asked with a tilted head.  That’s when his actions and words clicked together.  Your eyes went wide, heart beat increasing.  You were searching his eyes for any hint he was joking but found none.

“So, can I inform them you’ll be preoccupied tonight?” Geto’s lips were curled in an alluring smirk.  Always so smooth and sultry.  All you could do was give a small nod, your cheeks still squeezed in his hand.  He grabbed your phone from you and typed out a quick message before tossing it on the counter.  Before you could say anything he had scooped you into his arms, carrying you to the room.  Not the bedroom, the special spare room where all your extra special and fun sex objects were kept.  

“On the X-cross, handing, or just restrained tonight, Angel?” Geto hummed as he opened the door.  So many options.  You thought for a moment.

“You got us out of going out tonight, so dealer's choice.” You smiled back at him.

“I should save you from social situations more often.” Geto laughed, tenderly kissing your forehead.  “Well, instead of hanging out with friends, I think it would be fitting to have you hanging in a different way.” He hummed, gently placing your feet back on the ground.  You looked up at the hooks and clips on the ceiling that Geto had installed.  

“Clothes off.” He commanded before going to the closet to dig around.  “How rough do you want the ropes to be?” He asked absentmindedly while he grabbed  other things.

“Rough.” You purred with a smile.  There was something about hanging with ropes that gently tore into you that was euphoric.

“Such a masochist.” Geto teased which just made you roll your eyes.

“I was normal and had plain old vanilla sex before I met you.  You’re the real freak here.” You shot back.  This just made him laugh as he pulled out the items.

“Yeah?  And how was it?  How many times did they make you cum or scream their name?” Geto gave you a cocky smirk and raised brow.  Your cheeks went flush as you pouted.  He was right, but did he have to be so loud about it?

“Whatever.” You mumbled.

“That’s what I thought.” Geto chuckled, preparing the rope.  “Now what's the safe word?” He asked as he began to wrap the rope around you.

“Red.” You sighed, letting him lift and move your arms as needed.  He did this every time.  You always had to go through the safety precautions and tell him you consented.  It wasn’t that you were upset he did this, in fact it always made you feel safe.  The issue was you would let him do absolutely anything to you and would thank him after.  Never once had you used the precautions but still, he made sure you knew them and they were in place.

“Mhm, and the action?” Geto asked, now binding your arms behind your back.

“Three snaps or three taps.” You confirm, though with the way your arms were, that wasn’t going to be an option.

“And sound?” Geto moved to your legs, tying one so your ankle was flush to your thigh.

“Three deep grunts in a row.” You squeaked as Geto tightened the rope.

“Great.” Geto smiled, giving your ass a gentle tap.  “Up we go.” He smirked, throwing you over his shoulder like you were weightless.  He began to work the ropes through the hooks and pulleys before hoisting you up.  You were posed with your arms back like angel wings, one leg tied to itself and the other dangling.

“You look ethereal, my Angel.” Geto let out a soft sigh, heart filled eyes as he took in the view.  

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You strain to say, the rope on your ribs restricting their movement.  Then you saw a flash, a polaroid printing out.  

“I always do.” Geto smirked, shaking the picture before adding it to the bulletin board on the wall.  It had hundreds of pictures.  Some of you together, some of just him, but mostly you in precarious positions.  Welts on your ass, tied up, bound and gagged, whatever that session happened to be of.

“Now shall we?” Geto hummed, grabbing a flog.  Your cheeks went flush.  You always seemed to go quiet and shy once you realized the position you were truly in.  Completely helpless, at the mercy of Geto and putting all your trust in him.  A stinging impact hit your left butt cheek, making you suck air in through your teeth.  

“Count them.” Geto instructed.

“One.” You groaned out.  A hand came down on the other side of your ass.

“Two.” You whimpered, the stinging sensation sending waves of pleasure straight through you.  The flog whipped your exposed side.

“Three.” You moaned, eyes already beginning to roll back.

“So filthy of you to get off on getting hit, Angel.” Geto teased, lifting your chin to look at him.  “Open.” He squeezed your cheeks.  Your jaw went slack on his command, a long strand of his spit falling into your mouth.  You happily savored the sweet saliva.

“So filthy.” Geto cooed, gently slapping your cheek twice.  The way you looked up at him, slightly slack jawed, tongue half out and hearts in your eyes had his cock painfully hard.  The way he had barely touched you, but here you were, already dumb and drooling for him.

“Think you deserve a teat?” Geto’s voice was coated in lust, deep and thick with need.  You nodded, swallowing hard.  Your eyes went wide as you watched Geto strip down, hard cock slapping his stomach and leaving a connection of precum.  He walked up to you, grabbing his dick he slapped your cheek with it, leaving a smeared trail of precum.  

“Do you want it?” Geto asked, slapping your cheek again.

“Yes.” You were practically panting, unable to move to claim it for yourself.

“Beg for it Angel.” He smiled down at you.  His tip continued to tap into your cheek as you attempted to nuzzle into it more.

“Pretty please Suguru, please.  I want you so badly, want to taste you, please.” You whined, eyes fixated on his drooling cock.

“Anything for you.  Open up.” Your jaw fell open on his command.  Geto took no time to put his cock between your lips and pull the ropes so he was down your throat.  Your eyes filled with tears at the rough entry.  You gagged on his length, lashes already tearstained.  Even so you didn’t use the  safe sound and Geto took this as encouragement to continue.  With his grip on the ropes he began to swing you, pulling you almost off his dick before roughly swinging it back so your nose hit his happy tail.  Drool and spit bubbles from your lips as Geto roughly face fucked you.  The roped scraped and dug into you with every swing, sure to leave their mark on you.  Every time he pulled you forward, a hash slap was added to your ass.  A gagged cry would try to escape your stuffed throat but only more drool would fall.

“So good.  Fuck, you feel so good Angel.” Geto grunted.  It was only when his abs began to contract he fully pulled out.  You gasped, coughing at the sudden freedom.  

“That should be enough spit, yeah?” Geto panted, having just edged himself so he didn’t cum down your throat.  He collected the messy amount of drool on your chin with his fingers before he moved behind you.  Fingers deposited the spit onto your entrance as a form of lube.

“Such a stunning view.” Geto purred, stretching your hole with both hands to get a better view of it.  “It just calls to me, begs to be filled by my cock.” He tapped his tip to it.  Geto gave you no warning as he grabbed the rope once again to swing you into him, forcing you to take him fully in one swift motion.  Your eyes rolled back  as a cried scream left your lips.  He managed to direct his tip into your sweet spot.  Tears poured from your eyes at the stretching sensation and the pleasure you felt.  It was almost too much.  With just one thrust he already had you on the verge of cuming.  Geto wasn’t insane though, he held you in pace for a while, letting you adjust to around him.  It was only when he could feel you clenching around him, trying to pull him in impossibly deeper, that he began to swing you again.  The ropes began to dig in again, pleasure and pain mixing into one as you cried over the sensation.  Geto swung you roughly back into him each time, his tip bruising your sweet spot.  A loud, moaning scream left your lips when Geto harshly slapped your ass at the exact moment he bottomed out into you.

“A-AH Suguru!” You were a mess.  Words that were meant to be begging just came out broken and all too much.  Each swing, each slap, each thrust, each burning fiber from the rope, it was all becoming too much.

“Gunna cum for me?  Let me hear my Angel sing my name.  Come on, I wanna hear you.” Geto grunted.  He was close too but he’d be damned if he came before you did.

“Please, Suguru, god, please!” Broken screams escaped you as your orgasm washed over you.  Eyes rolling back as your entire body shook, going stiff.  

“Fuck!” Geto grunted, cumming  deep into your core, holding the rope so he was as deep in you as possible.  The second your orgasm faded your body went limp, simply too exhausted to hold itself up.  You were drooling, eyes half lidded.  You could barely focus on the fact Geto was lowering you from your place, loosening the ropes.

“You’re too perfect Angel.  My ethereal blessing.” Geto sighed, kissing along the deep rope burns that covered your body.  “Come on, let me take care of you.” He cooed, picking you up as if you were delicate and might break.  As if you hadn’t just been manhandled to oblivion.

About the Kink: Bondage and Impact Play are apart of the BDSM umbrella. Bondage is the practice of consensually tying, binding or restricting someone. Generally this is done for erotic, aesthetic, or somatosensory stimulation. A partner may be physically restrained in a variety of ways, including the use of rope, cuffs, bondage tape, or self-adhering bandage. Impact play is the is a sexual practice in which one person is struck (usually repeatedly) by another person for the gratification of either or both parties which may or may not be sexual in nature. How to Practice the Kink Safely:

With any kink it's important to have a safe word, action and sound. The action is in case it's not possible to be verbal. The sound is incase it's not possible to make words or move. Pick something easy to remember and wouldn't come up naturally. Eg. Red, 3 fast taps, 3 repeating grunts

It's important to remember that consent can be taken away at any point in time. While participating in these things safe words, actions and sounds should all be implemented. The one doing the restraining should check in with the restrained and ensure they are okay and comfortable. Remember it's only a kink if both parties are willing, eager participants. When using restraints there should be thinks like a knife, scissors, or other cutting tools nearby incase there is need to undo the binds quickly. With both Bondage and Impact Play aftercare is a must. Emotional aftercare is also highly recommended. Aftercare expectations should be discussed before beginning

[corvid-blues]

YOOO EPIC THE MUSICAL x LIFE SERIES AU THINGGG

this post is made specifically for @patches4thechaos no one else (/j)

It’s kind of (???) like a masterpost of this AU, but like badly structured and I haven’t made good reference sheets just some color palettes next to some ok drawings I suppose (I am very much going to redraw them just not soon maybe idk) SO UH HERE ROLES AND WHY I PICKED THEM

Odysseus - Joel

Notes - Idk he was the only one I could safely use because he ACTUALLY HAS A WIFE. Also it’s fun to be different. Though using him as Zeus is also like really fitting. Oh well. You get all the trauma Joel.

Penelope - Lizzie

Notes - I’m sorry Lizzie you’re cool and badass but unfortunately you’re also Joel’s wife and Pen is Ody’s wife. I do like to dream you videotape him killing all the sutiors though.

Telemachus - Hermes 

Notes - I literally have no idea who this guy is except he’s vaguely bird-like from fandom perception and also Joel’s son. But he fits the son role pretty well from what I see. (He’s in Empires btw)

Eurylochus - Martyn

Notes - Bro needs more main roles- Like he’s the least popular Life Series winner (which isn’t a low bar all of them are like super popular) but honestly I made Ren Polities and was like “Welp the only only valid option for Eurylochus is Martyn” and rolled with it.

Polities - Ren

Notes - Ren is a happy-go-lucky joyous boy and I think more people need to recognize that like bro is walking through life confused af but dam happy about it I’ll tell you. Everyone is like “Red King angst angst angst” like he has no idea what’s going on at all times.

Polyphemus - Bdubs

Bdubs is the only viable option for Polyphemus like animal-obsessed and murderous? Who else? Also he has a giant horse demon.

Aeolus - Skizz

Notes - He seems the popular choice, and his goofy demeanor and angelic fandom traits really show why. I have a really vivid mental image of his giant angelic form flapping its wings and pushing the ships with giant gusts of wind. It’s my second favorite moment in all of this.

Circe - Gem

Notes - Actually, I can’t take credit for this one, I saw someone with a different EPIC AU who put her as Circe and using skulk instead of seduction in There Are Other Ways and I was like “GENIUS” and stole it. She fits pretty well.

Hermes - Scar

No other viable option. Especially the fandom meme of Hermes selling drugs to Odysseus, seems like something Scar would do. Also the fun beat and Hermes’s other song “Dangerous” is definitely his vibe like seriously.

Tiresias - Grian

Notes - I have so much unnecessary angsty lore that has nothing to do with actual Tiresias like he was barely twenty when he died but grew up in the underworld, he was forced into being a preist to the Secret Keeper (watcher robes and stuff) and is familiar with a lot of the gods because he’s a prophet. I also have a bunch of desert duo shit (obviously). 

Siren - BigB

Notes - Honestly an arbitrary choice, but my main inspiration was Double Life and how he “pretended” to be Grian’s soulmate. Like, this is a completely different situation but like same concept. Ha you fuck up big time B.

Scylla - Pearl

Notes - Look the giant serpent heads are Pearl’s wolf pack Joel’s head is illuminated but the blood moon reflected in the water before they dock and walk through a dark cave and like his face is bathed in the blood of the moon and in the end the blood of his comrades THE SYMBOLISM. The “drown in your sorrow and tears” LIKE DOUBLE LIFE YALL I CANT.

Antinous - idk honestly

Notes - HE’S EVIL AND A JERK IDK

Calypso - Iskall

Notes - Yoooo our one of our only non-lifers- I guess he doesn’t really count for a Life Series AU but like he was too perfect Calypso being like “Noooo why are you breaking up with me” and Odysseus being like “WE WERE NEVER TOGETHER” real Iskall and Joel coded relationship.

Zeus - The Secret Keeper 

Notes - The only problem with this one is Thunder Bringer because he seems a lot more like just a guy there (an all powerful jerk guy but that’s besides the point) and less like an omnipotent divine deity which is what I was going for with the Secret Keeper in the Horse and the Infant and God Games.

Athena - Cleo

Notes - I saw her sometimes depicted with snake hair like Medusa and ya know Athena turned Medusa into a gorgon so I thought “Hey what if Cleo was Athena and her hair turned into snakes when she’s angry” like in My Goodbye and the “hold your tongue” scene in God Games. I gave her dreads so it’s a smoother transition.

Poseidon - Etho

Notes - Another arbitrary choice! I must blame this on my Ethubs brain like this AU is actually mostly based on Last Life (or at least the relationships) so like red life Bdubs being almost killed by Joel would really piss him off. But also in Limited Life Bdubs is technically Etho’s son so you could take it as that. (Sorry Boat Boys shippers I actually really considered putting him as Calypso)

Apollo - Jimmy

Notes - Now we’re getting into the really arbitrary choices. This was mostly a color match, and Jimmy seems like the kind of guy to own a bunch of cows and throw a hissy fit when one of them is killed. 

Hephaestus - Tango

Notes - Actually, I had Tango for Hephaestus in my head for a while. Idk he just has inventor vibes that would very obviously be angry at Joel’s basically sacrifice of his entire crew.

Aphrodite - Scott

Notes - This was mostly an excuse so I could put Scott in like flowy beautiful clothing also he seems like the kind of guy to be the god of love like bro is very gay.

Ares - Impluse

Notes - I… have no good reasoning for this. Impulse in my head is actually one of the chillest of all the Lifers but he seems like he could get very scary if he was ever actually angry.

Hera - Mumbo

Notes - And here we are, the winner of all the arbitrary choices I made for this AU. Man. Idk he had that one hipster outfit and Hera gives off very 80’s hipster vibes. Maybe that’s what he’ll wear. Huh. This only came to mind like now

This was all supposed to be meant for just me so if it’s confusing then uh sorry

Bam the ok references I have you didn’t expect me to have every character did you naw I’m too lazy for that

Don’t mind the terribly scribbled notes on any of them either pfft um

a couple doodles (Scar cameo lol) (click for full image on the second one)

Looking back on it I made those references MONTHS ago Ren’s cape looks so goofy

Less of a Life Series AU and more of a Hermit-Life-Empires AU um IM STILL CALLING AND TAGGING IT EPIC THE MUSICAL x LIFE SERIES THO

And I swear if you make any fanart tag me or I will hunt you down (/lh) (Probably not gonna be fanart but JUST IN CASE)

[algerian-lady]

Listen, his clothing style is completely random and tacky, but he makes it work somehow, maybe because he's excessively handsome? Jk, I think his style reflects who he is as a character, he can dress formally too ofc, when the occasion is offered, but otherwise he's just not interested in that, and his huge coats and oversized clothes as well as his large built and height, make him appear as this huge friendly bear, intimidating as a mafia should be, but also super warm and cozy when you get to see his smile and super soft personality.

I really love Dio's character in Khr, I love so many characters so it's difficult to pick favorites, but I'd have wanted to see him more (like not as a side character, but see his work, life, powers etc as an individual and the Cavallone family in general) that's why I wanna write smth for me abt him (prob gonna share it with my sis). And while I was looking back on his appearance and fashion choice, did I really start analyzing it, like ofc all khr is like this, it reminds me in a sense of bleach with how random the fits were, it's nostalgic to the 2000's style and I love it ofc, I love homey comfy clothes, they just put you in a different mood.

But since Dino is from the few characters who aren't attending school, and he doesn't give a shit abt official wear, that's why we get to see some of that clothing style ppl were wearing at the time. I'm saying it's the fashion sense of that period yes, but the author still gives their character their individuality, like Gokudera has a very edgy punk fashion statement, despite being in school he's always popping up with a new killer outfit and it's so interesting to see. (like I'm acknowledging here that they don't only wear their school uniforms, it's just what they wear the most, but he's still outstanding outside of that contrary to the others who made made forget they wore other stuff)

This is just a rumble and if I start talking about everyone and comparing, it'll be a mess, so let's just focus on Dino. The guy is at the head of one of the biggest mafia families of his time and at such a young age, all of his men are in uniforms to give their family a decent representation as a serious gangsta mafia unite, but their leader doesn't, he just dresses up like a hipster. The thing is he can clearly afford to dress up more richly, but he doesn't.

In manga and animes, I usually make a wild guess that authors may not know if what the person is wearing is considered fashionable,( like I'm an artist and have absolutely no idea how my characters will be perceived, I could think 'this character needs to appear fashionable' but ppl online will call them tacky and messy, especially generations later, across continents ) I have also a feeling that bcz it was so old the perception of fashion was different (as I have pointed many times) and lastly, bcz the Mangaka (s) is/are prob Japanese, they could have a certain image (right or wrong) over foreign fashion, esp from a country as fashionable as Italy, so that'd explain why they wanna give an impression with characters that came from there, like Gokudera his sister Bianchi and Dino, saying like look these ppl are youngsters from Italy, they wear like 2000's magazines. All of these are speculations, to say that those could be some reasons those characters wear this specific way.

If we put these aside, and consider that the Manga artist know exactly what they are doing and it's 100% what you think it is, in this case, Dio's décontracté objectively messy style compared to his men, has a clear message, he's saying" I'm your homie clumsy big bro, fuck étiquette, i'm the boss hanging out with my fam, let me live my age, I'm tired of this mafia stuff so I don't have time to dress up so I put on this mop I found on the trash bin." or whatever. But that appearance could also be 100% intentional, maybe he wanna look approachable to Tsuna sensing he'll become the head of the Vangolla and wanting to maintain a good alliance with them so he needs tsuna to like him, he also us aware he's staying around kids and don't wanna intimidate them with formal wear again because those kids are future mafia allies and he's counting a lot on their family in general. Or he just genuinely want to give a good impression because of he's a genuine guy and his family despite being mafia, have a pretty good reputation.

In conclusion. Dino can wear suits, we saw him in them, yet his appearance is mostly casual( but still gangsta, more like street gangsta, your local drug dealer not huge corporation like) , he still looks intimidating from a first glance until you get on his good side and discover he's a good guy. He could prefer this style over the other because it's cozier and more like him or because he wanna appear cozier and thinks that's the way to do it (altho he'd have made his men dress up to if that was the case). Whatever is the case, I just think it represents his personality a lot and his character in the series (as underrated as I feel it was) as well as the time era.

[pigeonwhumps]

Retraining

Sanctuary masterlist

Taglist: @painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance @rainydaywhump

@littlespacecastle @mirasmirages @flowersarefreetherapy @whumpinggrounds @cepheusgalaxy

Finn starts retraining Lea on her positions (with a Romantic focus).

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CWs: BBU, pet whump, creepy whumper, rape, stress positions, beating, electric shocks, mentioned gang rape, restraints, gag, blindfold, non-con nudity

Finn steps quietly into the little white room, watching its occupant with a smile. 436643. His acquisition. Finally. She's in a straitjacket and tight black shorts, and a leather blindfold. If his instructions have been followed correctly that should be a pecker gag in her mouth.

After seven years, he finally has the opportunity to train her.

After he's looked his fill, he crosses the room with measured footsteps, watching in satisfaction as his trainee stiffens. He can almost hear her heart rate rise and crouches down, pulling the blindfold away.

Oh, her eyes. So dark brown, so full of fear. He's getting hard already.

"Hello, 436643. I'm your new handler. I'll make you more comfortable." He pulls out the gag none-too-gently, and his trainee works her jaw a little.

"Thank- thank you, sir."

"So you have some manners. That's good. From your behaviour earlier I was beginning to think you didn't. Do you know why you and I are here?"

643 looks at her feet. "You're- you're going to train me to-to be a Romantic, sir."

"Very good. You've been very badly behaved up until now, but I'm going to turn you into the best slut here. Stop you from being so worthless that you're discarded at every turn. If you do well, maybe we can even find you an owner, which is what you want, isn't it 643?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. I'll start today by teaching you your positions. If you do well, I'll fuck you later. If you make a mistake you'll be punished. Trust me, 643, you'll prefer the sex."

"Yes-yes, sir."

Finn smiles. Break her first, then mould and shape her until she's begging for sex. Make it her greatest reward and then she'll crave it. This is why his trainees are always the best. You have to punish them hard enough that even if they're unwilling, sex is still better. And then you can work on the specifics. Reward sex has to be comfortable, too, it can't be more painful than the punishments (at least, not at first. You have to build up to that, because a prospective might want it). Not everyone gets that.

And if all else fails, there's always the drugs.

She whines slightly as he removes the straitjacket (revealing a tight, fitted t-shirt) and he slaps her cheek. "Quiet. Nobody wants a pet who complains." 643 bows her head. Finn fiddles with the remote in his hand, bringing a concealed projector down from the ceiling and turning it on to display an image of a pet in a perfect position one. "Head up and look at the screen." She obeys. "This is position one. I want you to copy this pet, and get into each of the positions they display quickly and accurately. Prove to me you're worth another owner eventually."

"Yes, sir."

"Good. And we'll begin. Position one."

His trainee (his trainee, god, he finally gets her, he can't believe his luck) scrambles to her feet, standing straight, hands by her side and feet shoulder-width apart. She's not as fluid as he'd like, but this'll do for now. He presses a button.

"Position two. Try to be more fluid in your transition this time."

He can see an attempt at it, but not enough. She kneels down, placing her bum on her ankles. She's pretty much sitting on them.

He sighs and presses his baton to the side of her bottom, then turns it on. She jumps and yelps.

"Silence. I'll not ask again. Place your bum there, don't sit." She obeys with a flicker of a scared glance at him. "Better."

And they continue. For position 21 he folds the metal bed down from the wall, and the whole way through he's making a note of what he needs to help her learn her positions.

"How is your muscle memory so bad?" he asks, slamming the electrified cane down on her shoulders for the fifth time in this position. The cane works better than the baton for this. "No wonder you were discarded. Shoulders lower, back straight, head right down."

She doesn't make a sound this time. She can't.

By the end she's black and blue and red, and Finn sighs heavily.

"You need a lot of work. We'll do some intensive focus for the rest of today's sessions. You didn't do well enough for a reward, but you need a demonstration, and I need to test you. Remember, this would be far better if you were a better trainee." He unbuttons his trousers. "Position 22."

643 kneels, sets her bum on her ankles (without sitting this time, finally, clearly the large welts are doing the trick), and opens her mouth.

Finn smiles. The urge to ignore her position training and just have proper sex is strong, but it'll be more satisfying in the end if she's trained properly first, he knows.

"You remembered. Good girl."

He slides his cock into her mouth and she takes it. No teeth, thankfully, and although she's not really very good at it he still cums, causing her to choke and splutter.

"I'll teach you. You'll still be the best slut here by the time I'm finished. Now, stay in this position, and I'll be back shortly."

He strolls out the door, leaving her still spluttering, and heads for the nearest supply closet. He pulls out what he needs.

"Hi Finn."

He holds back a sigh. It's not that he doesn't like his colleagues, it's just that... well, yes, it's that. But the better relationships he appears to have the more leeway there is and the more off-the-record perks he's likely to get, so he turns and pastes on a smile.

"Hi Kevin. How's it going?"

"Oh, good, good. Just putting the finishing touches on my latest trainee. He ships tomorrow. Going to work some fancy cruise ship." Ah yes, that's right. He's a Combination of Romantic and something-or-other (Finn wasn't really listening). Finn didn't partake (he doesn't go for men) but he knows Kevin's been teaching his trainee to entertain multiple people at a time. "What about 643?"

"We're doing intensive position training at the moment. She really needs to learn how to swallow."

Kevin smirks. "Have fun."

"Oh I will, believe me." She's going to be under his care for months, and he'll be watching every step of the way. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get this–"he holds up his tools–"to my trainee."

Kevin nods and walks away. Finn strides towards 643's room, smile turning genuine. His trainee is still in the same position when he enters, eyes watering, looking rather desperate now.

"Good girl."

_

"Good girl."

643 shivers. Her mouth aches from being open so long, and her chin is sticky, but the praise feels so good. She watches her handler, hoping for release even though she shouldn't.

"Back to neutral. Take your clothes off, this isn't a position your owner will have you dressed for. And have a drink of water."

643 works her jaw. She doesn't think she's ever had her mouth open for so long in a day before. Or maybe it's been more than a day now. She doesn't know in here.

It doesn't matter. She's a good pet, she'll always obey and it doesn't matter when or for how long. She's good.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

He nods and is quiet for a couple of minutes, watching her drink.

"We'll start with position 34. Get into it."

643 lies on her back gingerly and takes one ankle in each hand, as lightly as possible to avoid pressing too much on the injuries. She bends her legs in half and spreads them as much as she can.

It's not far. She's never been good. Her handler sighs.

"As I thought. You need help. Let me make this easier for you." He holds some rope up and ties it around her wrists, tying them to her ankles tightly and then that combination to her thighs. It's silky rope but it presses and rubs on her welts and bruises, and she bites her lip so she doesn't cry out. That would be a bad thing to do, and she's good.

She's trying so hard to be good.

Then he brings over a metal bar with cuffs at both ends and snaps them around her legs, just above her knees. He twists the bar and pulls it, and her legs spread apart to as far as is just about comfortable, and then further. So far she thinks they'll break.

"That's better. And one last thing, because there's no point you being able to hold this position if no-one can use you in it." He takes up... something, her eyes are watering from the strain already, and she cries out as he inserts it into her vagina, pushing it up. It's an intrusion and she doesn't like it, it feels wrong, the shape's horrible, it needs to come out.

No. No it doesn't. Her handler's in charge, and that's that. It's fine. She shouldn't be thinking like this, it's bad.

"Quiet. You were measured, it fits, stop making a fuss."

643 just bites back a whimper.

"Now, you're going to stay like that. Don't move, don't make a sound, for as long as I say. We're going to do this until you're used to the position. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," whispers 643, everything too much to speak any louder. And then there's even more when the thing inside her starts vibrating.

She doesn't know much, after that. She doesn't realise how much noise she's making. She doesn't notice it when her handler gags her. And she doesn't even realise when he eventually gives up, turns off and removes the vibrator, too far gone in her own head to notice anything.

She certainly notices the beatings though, hours later. When her handler has removed the restraints but she can't move because she's been in the same position for hours. They hit her chest this time, mostly, and her legs, hard enough to cause welts and bruises.

She's a bad pet, she knows she is. However much she tries she's bad and she won't find another owner to give her a chance at this rate, and then what will happen to her?

Once her handler's left, leaving her with a blindfold, gag, and a short break before the next one, she can't help but cry.

[leffee]

Day 4: Lake house

Important info, like actually important: this fic/drabble was directly inspired by my conversation with @lpsluvblr AND is actually partly "written" by them too. The beginning as well as a good chunk of the dialogue was written and sent to me by them (we were just bouncing some ideas around as you do).

While I did edit it to fit my style and this specific story as well as added stuff like dialogue tags and basically everything between words, like half of this story is (in this way) by her.

Just to show you what I mean at the end I will give an example.

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Vinnie lay still on the sterile hospital bed, his mind a foggy abyss where memories danced just out of reach as his eyes fluttered open. The soft hums and beeps of machines as well as the distant chatter of nurses filling the room greeted him, but Vinnie felt lost in a world of uncertainty. His breath felt uneven and heavy, his mind scrabbled about for any recollection of the events leading up to this moment, but each attempt only deepened the dull ache throbbing in his head which just enhanced the pain in his chest. Fragments of images flashed before his eyes - water, blurred darkness, quickly disappearing light - but nothing coherent enough to grasp.

Just when his mind was starting to make sense again, his train of thought was interrupted by a screech of the opening door followed by the loudest silent gasp.

“Vinnie, what the hell were you thinking?” Was the first thing that escaped Sunil’s mouth once he reached the bed. “You scared the living daylights out of me!”

Vinnie gaped at the other dumbly for a moment before he managed to utter in a monotone, whistling voice, “Relax, Sunil, I'm fine. It's just… a scratch.” He tried to catch his breath in between words.

 “A scratch? You call this a scratch!?” Sunil spat out, stopping his hands just in time before they could grasp his friend’s wrinkled clothes. “You were lucky to survive that! Do you- do you even remember what happened?”

“We were… hanging out in that lake house we had rented, I… went outside, and then I was in… that lake.”

“That’s… surprisingly coherent.” Sunil stared at the other while clenching the side rail of the bed and then sighed. “But yes, since you know exactly what happened you know it’s not just a scratch! I’m not even sure how long you had been lying face down in the water when you were found!”

“Hm. Who found me?”

“Penny. She wanted to catch some fresh air and then saw you. You… you could have…”

“I guess I should thank her now…” Vinnie’s whisper trailed off, his half-lidded eyes fixed on the ceiling for a while before returning to meet the golden ones, “Still, I'm tough, I've… been through worse.” He coughed dryly.

“Tough!?” Sunil hollered, leaning closer to Vinnie’s face, almost tugging at the numerous tubes connected to his friend. “That's not the point, Vincent, you could have died out there! Died! Do you even realize that?”

“Look, I get it, okay?” Vinnie huffed, not breaking their staring contest. “But I'm here now, aren't I? Calm down…”

“Just because you're here doesn't mean you're okay. You have a pneumonia, some respiratory syndrome and who knows what else. You need to take this seriously,” Sunil emphasized in a strong voice, maybe stronger than anyone has ever heard from him, that was certainly true in Vinnie’s case who sighed breathlessly and rolled his eyes.

“I'll be fine, Sunil. …I just need some rest and I'll be back on… my feet in no time.”

“Oh, my fucking-!” Sunil’s hands reached to pull on his hair as an animalistic growl escaped him. “You always brush things off like they're nothing, but this time, it's different! You need to listen to me, Vinnie! Your life is not a joke-.”

“Well, everyone sure treats it like that!” Vinnie abruptly hissed through clenched teeth making Sunil flinch. 

“W-what?” 

“You heard me, everyone… treats my life like a joke!” Vinnie repeated this time with even more force in a hoarse voice. “Everyone… everyone treats me like a joke!” His voice died down only to come back with twice the force despite the ever-breaking breaths. “Who gives a shit if I die?! Honestly, who would care? Everyone I… meet just thinks I'm a stupid inconvenience who can't take care of himself. And look… maybe they're right…” He gestured stiffly at himself.

“Vinnie…” Sunil's voice softened as he finally slumped into the seat next to his friend. “That's not true, not at all. And you can take care of yourself, I know, it's not your fault you fell into that lake-.” 

“How do you know it's not my fault? How do you know I haven't done that on purpose?” 

Just when Sunil thought the situation couldn't get any worse. 

Suddenly, the room became quiet, and Vinnie wasn't facing him anymore.

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So far in those May (why tf the names of months are capitalized in English, I keep forgetting about that ;-;) prompts Vinnie either dies or causes someone else to die, that's it, wtf (aside from day 2)

He needs some milk

And here's the promised example:

“Tough!?” Sunil hollered, leaning closer to Vinnie’s face, almost tugging at the numerous tubes connected to his friend. “That's not the point, Vincent (changed from Vinnie), you could have died out there! Died! Do you even realize that?”

The stuff in red is what I added, the original color is what they wrote (and I stole), so that's what I mean saying that they wrote a good chunk of like half of the dialogue in this one but I edited some of it and added stuff.

[grimalkinmessor]

for no reason in particular, whats your favorite thing about the ladychako ship? whether thats a specific interaction, a scene idea, or a dynamic they could fit :3

I SEE I HAVE PIQUED YOUR INTEREST HOW DELIGHTFUL >:3

No but I originally stuck them together as part of a fic idea, where Midoriya, Uraraka, and Todoroki are all villains (and in relationships with their respective canon rival), and all three of them are being fucking HOUNDED by older heroes ho just want them to stop being evil for like five seconds so they can see that they're just kids and 1) changing the world shouldn't be their job, 2) (contradictorily) they could do so much good in the world if they just learned how to go about things. YES this is vaguely/highly condescending depending on the hero, but these tired strung-out heroes are pinning all their tattered hopes and faith in humanity on this one kid (possibly kidS again depending). Aizawa is running after Izuku, Hawks is gunning for Shoto, and Nagant is trying to pin down Uraraka. Sexual tension and jealousy and angst and drama abound.

ANYWAY back to the matter at hand: that's when I realized that I really like it in general?? Like Ochako is kind of the reverse of Kaina in a way—she went in to the hero business with a more cynical outlook (she needed the paycheck, her family was struggling, heroism was a job to her, not a dream) and eventually grew into her optimism and hope for the future whereas Kaina was lured in by promises of a brighter future only to be submerged in the gritty politics of hero work. Ochako goes into it thinking she'll be a government dog but comes out the other side with new conviction for a hopeful future, while Kaina goes in bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and stumbles out the other side dull-eyed and covered in blood.

I really like the idea of Nagant meeting Ochako either post-war, or even in an AU where she never defected, and trying to give her the doom-and-gloom talk, "This isn't the shit they preach on TV kid" and Ochako just coming back at her like "Yeah I already knew that thanks I got over it" aND IT JUST. STUNS HER. GOBSMACKED. OFFENDED. I imagine them having a full on argument about it at a bar or something and then Nagant's fucking hooked. Ochako is the bright spot she's been looking for, something she can cling to (and also butt up against because they definitely have a lot of differing opinions).

Uraraka on the other hand, is captivated more by Kaina's vibes. I mean come on, are you telling me if this tall lady in sleek dark clothes with pretty hair, gun holsters on her thighs, and a war-torn look on her face glanced you across the bar and gave you her full attention that you wouldn't immediately be enratured? Seduced, even? I sure as hell would.

(Though I am a Nagant simp maybe I don't count lmao—)

Plus,,,,I imagine that Ochako emulates Izuku in that her desire to save people overcomes their desire to be saved. She sees that Kaina is wounded and full of guilt and anger and she pulls the classic "I CAN FIX HER" before leaping headfirst into trying to do so. Nagant probably isn't sure whether she wants to be helped or not—but it's no biggie. Ochako will help her decide :) *the Midoriya-Izuku-friendship-threat theme starts playing but with ominous background Kirby music* You Have No Choice Ochako Is Helping You 💗

On a more risque note, I also like the image of them meeting at a hero event, having a one night stand, and Nagant being unable to get Ochako out of her head. Or even a before-UA thing where Nagant is on a rescue mission and she finds Ochako just like,,,,holding up an entire building with her Quirk and becoming both concerned and intrigued. Because one, Lady Nagant knows what the HPSC does to (seemingly) powerful people—what they offer them—and it doesn't sit right with her to think of Ochako going down her path (there's little chance of that but this is where Kaina's mind goes), and two, this kid just held up a whole ass building for an hour so everyone could escape the collapse even as she shook and sweated and cried and strained, and again. Nagant is cynical. Pessimistic. So seeing Ochako be so selfless for zero net gain, on instinct no less, would definitely catch her eye. Maybe even enough to offer an apprenticeship ;3

IDK MAN THE MORE I THINK ABOUT THEM THE MORE I LOVE THEM

[the-heaminator]

For @disneyprincessdxminatrix's birthday, have your incredibly soft Canrus

Matthew was never a morning person, never was, and likely never will be, the cold of winter mornings was something that he respected and feared equally, the annoying dampness that came with spring and autumn was no joke either, and the sheer brightness of the sun in summer mornings was certainly not to be trifled with. 

Was this an excuse for laziness, no doubt, but after centuries under the almost hyperactive Kirkland household, where everyone always had to be doing something, lest they sit with a thought or feeling for too long and self-combust, he felt like he deserved some leeway. And right now with Ivan holding him close, really suffocatingly but that was just how he hugged, and Matt had gotten used to it, he really liked Ivan's hugs but they really were quite drowning, he had been working on that for a while and they had gotten better, and currently he was little spooning almost perfectly, he was tall and broad but Ivan was taller and broader still, well he wasn't waking up because he had been held so closely that it was difficult to breathe anymore at any rate.

And people thought he was clingy, it was still too early to get up, even as the sun was sitting high in the unnaturally blue sky and was beckoning for them to wake up, it was impossible to say fuck you to the entirety of the sun but he sure would try, it was too warm to bury himself into the covers and was far too comfy to haul ass and close the stubborn crack in the curtains, so he did the next best thing and tried to ignore it and sink into the mattress.

With some difficulty, he managed to turn around, head now comfortably situated against Ivan's soft chest, and with some more squirming he managed to rise up a bit to be able to comfortably stroke Ivan's hair, his hair was almost baby soft, and with the peaceful expression of sleep on his face it was near impossible to imagine that this was the formidable nation of Russia, sleeping like a child, this image was shattered however, by a colossal snore that could rival Alisdair's that felt like it rattled the entire room.

Well now he was certainly awake and pissed at himself about it, man he still wanted to have a nice lie-in, no comment on how it was already about half past 10 in the morning, well at least he had time to make a nice breakfast for them and have enough be minorly productive, on a Sunday of all days, what heathenry is this!

Ivan wouldn't wake up for a good while, probably, he would either wake up in the next 3 minutes or in the next hour if not later, experience had taught him that right about now it was likely to be the latter, he kissed him lightly on the forehead, Ivan opened his eyes for a second, seemingly to check who was there, and then grabbed him back down as he snuggled in to sleep again.

Welp that was quite a bit of wriggle time wasted just to end up in the same rather comfortable position as he started in, but he would not be deterred, or would he, nah fuck it this was nice, and there went another two hours, past midday was when they both woke up, and it was only because Ivan needed water, and accidentally crushed Matthew when he turned back because Matthew had accidentally slipped into the indentation he made, leading to a lot of muttered curses, a lot specifically including a horse fucking God, the man had a filthy mouth, obviously considering who he was raised by, but why was a horse involved?

At some time in the past checking the clock to find out that he had slept through all of the morning would send him into a fit of anxiety at either the fact that nobody had come to wake him up yet, had someone died, or that he would face the repercussions of his lazy behaviours, but right now he couldn't care less.

Ivan was just kind of standing in the middle of the room while Matt was still cursing god with ever-increasing creativity, you could tell he was raised by a family of drunken British sailors right now so very potently, but he eventually came to an end of his list of increasingly personal grievances and got up to hug Ivan, he was one of the very very few people that didn't have to tippy toe to kiss him on the nose, but he did so anyways before they walked down to the kitchen, Matthew was in pyjamas, loose linen ones to cope with the heat, while Ivan slept in a vest and boxers to do the same, and they both plopped down onto the sofa, neither of them wanting to get up, and after a little discussion, it was decided that Ivan gets the cereal.

Two bowls, cereal and milk was put on the table, and Matthew was procrastinating putting even his cereal in the bowl.

"Lazy bastard."

"But you love me."

There was an affectionate grunt for a response and he got violently thrown, or at least as violently you can throw a bowl full of cereal without, dropping any of the said cereal, the bowl of cereal and they ate in peace and quiet.

It was Sunday and they would not do anything, they had swore upon it to not do.anythung on Sunday's until absolutely newberry, to take some time out of their busy lives to slow the absolute fuck down, sleep, watch shitry TV, eat sugary cereal past midday and simply snuggle, no matter the weather or time. Sometimes Matt wished that he could pull his family out of their York-based lives to enjoy themselves, but know they would probably combust if they tried.

But they wouldn't have it anyway else

[faechivalrous]

empatheorem info

Physical

Six foot two and ripped to hell, with every ounce of strength that kind of build would imply. She would be stronger, even, but her Servant Parameters are currently capped at C rank including Strength

Speaking of Servants, what are those? You're now essentially a magical familiar, a Heroic Spirit of legend and days passed poured into a Class container that best fits you--in this case, Saber for the gigantic flaming sword you used to heft around. Servants are contracted to a Master, in your case, Ritsuka Fujimaru; under normal circumstances, Servants require a Master to supply the magical energy they need to exist, but in Isola you don't need to worry about it.

You are not human. You are a Faerie, a member of the normally-bestial Fang Clan from an impossible Britain. The 'tiara' on your head is actually a part of your body, your horns, and are responsible for regulating your body's size...or would be, but her Noble Phantasm is also currently locked. So snapping them off would just hurt. As a Fae, you are particularly weak to weapons of iron, but good luck getting through that armor you walk around in on duty.

You're not just a Faerie, but also a Calamity, specifically the Calamity of the Beast, a curse invoked by Oberon Vortigern upon his first defeat. That tragic destiny has already been fulfilled, yet should something traumatic occur to the point of losing control once again...it would be bad. For everyone.

Mannerisms

You are a knight. You are a proud knight, one who adheres to the absolute best of her ability to the chivalric code, the kind of knight who holds the Knights of the Round as her idols to aspire towards. You once served a Queen, but to make a long story short, she has made it clear you no longer have any specific duty to her service; so, your duty has become towards the city's people in general.

You live by another code, the code of the wild: Survival of the Fittest. This sounds scary and might conjure images of the strong feeding on the weak in whichever way they like, but that's not how she means it at all: to her, the strong should only even bother with 'eating' the strong, as the weak just aren't meals worth the effort. Instead, the strong have a duty to ensure the well-being of the weak, to be their shepherds and their governors, to ensure their safety under your rule. In short, it very much resembles the principle of nobelisse oblige--or, to put it another way, it holds that those with strength have an obligation to use it to protect those without.

You're kind of formal and can come off as cold and intimidating with those who you see as the weak under your protection. You're just not that good at small talk.

If you're with someone you see as an equal, you're warmer and more obvious about your kindness.

You get crushes and fall in love easily if it's with someone you see as an equal. Everyone is just too fucking hot.

You enjoy both cooking and eating. Nothing wrong with that. You need the calories anyways...or would if you weren't a Servant.

You do not make excuses or shift blame. If you made a mistake, it is your fault and you must do what you can to make reparations for it. To do otherwise would make you a poor excuse for a knight.

Memories

oh boy who's ready for some TRAUMA

fun memories you can experience by swapping with Barghest include:

living as someone distrusted and disdained by the Fang Clan you grew up with because of your humanoid appearance and your rumored identity as the Mors King's dying curse

turning the tide of the Caterpillar Wars and earning the distinction of knighthood under the Fae Queen Morgan

meeting your first love, someone who could rival your strength, and quickly falling for him.

what inevitably happened at the end of that relationship--carries a tw for cannibalism and should likely be discussed in dms first.

the prior two bullet points happening again. and again. over and over and over again, so many times, enough times it earns you the nickname 'Barghest of Many Loves'.

finally meeting adonis, deciding to care for him and in so doing teach herself to love someone weak, so the above maybe won't happen again--your instincts to do that are for the strong, after all.

it happened again.

anything within the events of LB6: Avalon le Fae is up for the taking--her first encounter with chaldea at the human farm, burning down Oberon's forest on Morgan's orders, deciding to aid Chaldea in Manchester....everything that went down when the shit really hit the fan there.

Weapons + Powers

normally, Barghest is really fucking tough. She rivaled Melusine as the strongest Fae in Faerie Britain besides Morgan herself (though in all likelihood i believe the canon line is Melusine could probably beat her). however, she does not have any unlocks yet.

This means all of her servant parameters are set to C rank - in fate of course this is not very well defined but you can think of it as her strength, agility, and endurance being pretty well hampered.

as mentioned, all of her skills and weapons are still locked, so when it comes to fighting, you've got whatever weapons you manage to get ahold of, or you've got your own tooth and claw. and you really don't like using tooth and claw--makes you feel a little too close to something monstrous for comfort.

Icons

happy to give what I have! be warned that you may still be wanting--bageko doesn't have many manga appearances to my knowledge. ;_;

if you'd like to swap with a Big Girl, hmu in dms either here or on discord!!

[subconsciousmysteries]

I'm removing type from my bio. I'm sick of the primitive narcissistic way people use enneagram and I'm not even going to be polite about it anymore. If you know anything about this shit you know that you're supposed to work on ALL your ego fixations, all nine of them. Go read Almaas. Most of all you're supposed to balance all nine lines that exist inside of you which basically represent all your fragmented warring selves. Enneagram is a powerful healing tool when used right because it allows you to better visualize the fragments of your personality that are struggling with each other and need to be unified to make you whole. or as MPD therapists call it, "integrated".

I'm much more interested in that than going in circles debating how people shallowly perceive me over the internet. Or shallowly trying to perceive other people over the internet. Stop this obsession with how you are perceived. It's navel-gazing self conscious 4 bullshit that has become the promoted norm in this community. No wonder everybody is "mistyping" themselves as 4s, you have to be a walking dysfunctional 4 case who is obsessed with categorizing how others perceive you in order to fit in to this community at all. Stop looking for your true type. Stop thinking your One True Type even exists, cuz it probably doesnt. Start living life without the idea of type in your head and then during reflection time you can use the enneagram framework to see if you find patterns in your behaviors and feelings, and the behaviors and feelings of others. You'll find heaps. Remember if there is no movement, ie if you're saying something is "3" but there is no wing action, and no 9 or 6 movement to back it up and connect it back to the whole, your observation is kind of meaningless.

People are holding back so much authenticity in this community because they're scared of getting retyped if some sanctimonious wanker puritan typologer thinks that one thing they said is out of line with the way they were previously typed. It's such a shame because we draw the most typological insight when we are being totally authentic about our experiences and allowing ourselves to speak whatever comes up and relate to whatever comes up, which could really be fucking anything. When we limit ourselves to one core type or one tritype or one xwx xwx xwx, we make our scope of self realization so needlessly limited. The only people this serves are neurotic, narcissistic busybodies on the internet with a terribly unbalanced 1-4 line who want to turn everyone into a caricature for the sake of their own fragile, self-serving ideologies.

The truth is we have all nine types in us and we will exercise all of them at different moments. it's unhealthy image type nonsense (specifically unhealthy 1-4 line nonsense, also 5/6 resistance of ambiguity you're guilty too) to believe otherwise.

[lilyrealm]

LETS TALK ABT THE AGESWAP AU BECAUSE IM. IM Bored and think its fun! disclaimer: this is very long and VERY messy because i just rambled and typed whatever appeared in my head, so some characters metas are in different parts of the post. i plan to neaten everything up somewhere else eventually so uh... yes. i also took the liberty of bolding the first mention of characters in their parts so its easier to find a specific char...? honestly its so hard to see on pc but i know that on mobile its a lot more obvious (mobile edit: so that was a fucking lie. i think its bc i see all those imagines blogs do it but they also colour the bolded words differently so its more obvious. oh well

so i call it ageswap because the initial concept stemmed from all the sibling pairs. klee albedo, jean barb, ayato ayaka, you get it. just... wouldnt it be cool to imagine... older sister klee, still very bomb-happy, and a baby bedo who somehow still has to make sure klee doesnt bomb all of mondstadt. though i would hope that now shes older shes a bit more sensible, but shes not human so i dont even know what age she should be. is albedo 500? (also imagine klee making bombs with baby amber. thats a role model)

anyway. i am assuming jean and barbs parents took 1 child each due to age (older -> knights) which means itd be knight barb deaconess jean. although, are they really fit for their jobs? sure you can def make a case for "theyre brought up differently" but thats not the point of this au. anyway i think neither of them would advance far in their field (well jean might but not as a deaconess) barbara wont have the kind of drive to be acting grand master (im not saying shes not like, determined or a hard worker, but she might not be as strict as she should be, perhaps. its hc land ok if she were acting grand master itd just be a roleswap) and jean isnt much about singing, she'd probably hold a high position within the church is all. itd be fun if she found kid!rosaria and adopted her into the church. though itd ALSO be fun if barbara found her instead, she'd be sooo warm... imagine mini knight rosaria lol.

jumping to inazuma for a while, it would also be interesting to see the kamisatos swapped... ayaka would probably have less of a princess image if she has to lead the clan. more girlbossy though there might still be hidden passion and desire to be normal, just a different flavour. and lol princely ayato i hope everyone buys him boba or something. what if he (sorry if this isnt accurate please dont flay me alive) brings back thoma from ritou island like oneesan can we adopt him and ayakas like we're fucking brok (i joke she probably wouldnt say that. would she?)

anyway moving on. this is less like ageswap and more like roleswap im realising, cuz i was thinking abt what if xiao and ganyu swapped ages/birth eras. the problem is i dont know whether ganyu should just take xiaos place in the whole trapped by some demon and zhongli rescues her thing. but no matter what the roleswap here means shes the vigilant yaksha... wouldnt that be quite the look.

baby xiao

ok ill be serious. this means baby xiao was brought up by cloud retainer LO

i cant take this seriously. should xiao be the half-qilin. please. i need to see this. outfit swap, make a new outfit, whatever, i just think itd be funny to see characters with a completely diff aesthetic and temperament. (this also counts for genderswaps in stories where gender roles exist, which is nearly all of them unless youre making your own society...)

so moving on—haha imagine cloud retainer going "let me tell u abt when xiao was a kid" and xiaos like NO PLS—woah what was that. actually would you age/roleswap venti and zhongli or zhongli and xianyun. this is more ageswap than roleswap i think so its probably xianyunWHICH ACCIDENTALLY JUST MAKES HIM XIAOS DAD AGAIN though the dynamic should be different...? but no if i want zhongli to act like xianyun thats a role/personalityswap isnt it. im supposed to think what if xianyun was born in zhonglis time (oh god would she even be the geo archon? realistically probably not but if we dont want to veer too wildly off course... no wait maybe she can still be liyues archon but the element just isnt geo. she must be... another element or a new one... we'll get back to this. we'll just say she was an archon, saved ganyu, etc i think shed be much less flippant with all those years and wars under her belt. though to be fair zhongli can also be stupid funny sometimes but 😭 how am i supposed to write my lil hcs if theyre not a little ooc[shot]

so anyway. i went on a tangent. the next pair i wanted to talk about is shenhe and chongyun. just... yk part of this is just to see chars with diff vibes and fits, im unsure how different in personality theyd be here (as in theyd act the way the other acts in canon) though i guess thats a nature nurture question. but which parts of a person arent nature... okay wait. so. this is ageswap not roleswap, which means they must each retain their special thing: chongyuns yang and shenhes... er... murderous vibe (yk i actually have a crack pairing of her with signora bc theyre both fiery dangerous women tempered by their cryo BUT IM GETTING OFF TOPIC.) and this is ageswap so they should be born in the same places...

wait... so xiao and ganyus birth circumstances wouldnt change. but would it make sense for xiaos captor to be alive during the cataclysm or was he one of the smaller gods morax killed before the archon war. we'll say yes so we dont have to scrap everything. ganyu is still half-qilin thought im unsure if shed be a yaksha, its not exactly her nature (because of the qilin part ive heard). during this time liyue was still interacting with the adepti right, so maybe shes alr been working among humans lol

so xiao... would probably be rescued close to before the cataclysm... he could train to help them there (i think ganyu helped too) but he probably wouldnt be part of the five yakshas. maybe just a normal yaksha like that guy we built a temple for. or he could die no, realism brain, stop ruining the hcs. but yea hed have way less angst abt the five(now four) since he didnt really know them, probably. (what if they babysat him) but maybe he'll feel some inferiority like templeguy (im so sorry dude let me google—pervases thats right) im not gonna lie, a lot of xiao ganyu ageswap concept comes from how ganyu is very intimidated to be taught by xiao in her story quest and hes just like this is just what we do.

younger xiao might also be less affected by karma, so who knows what his temperament might be like?

okay baaaack to shenhe and chongyun. shenhes past probably plays out the exact s—hold on i havent resolved (in my mind) the xianyun zhongli ageswap. or less of a specific char ageswap but more swap this persons age to the opposite (young/old). but zhongli has to be part of the archon war?? would xianyun even step up to be archon!? maybe i just want to see someone swap venti and zhonglis fits. the short and the tall yk. so... er...... ok fine such a drastic change means xianyun might just bWait what if guili was the liyue archon. they said she was "too soft" but if there isnt zhongli around... (but xianyun was alive for that so unless i want to make zhongli born after the cataclysm in which case i have literally no idea where hed even come from or go) but he was already archon then so we have to imagine xianyun as the

we'll just pretend their ageswaps also led to a roleswap okay. i cant do this. so shenhes backstory would be the same except zhongli raises her? huh.......... i have no fucking clue how a kid raised by zhongli would act. but anyway the whole point of this is just so young shenhe can meet adult chongyun and chongyun is like wtf is this KID doing out here!? and then she punches a geovishap in the face and hes like wh. and also finds out shes his "niece" waittt what if he feels kind of respnsible for her 🥺 and wants to adopt her or smth 😭 thats such an interesting dynamic change. oh and xingqius there. i guess he should have a younger bro instead now, but idk how that would change him much. if xingqiu is head of the family he might not have time for his novel pursuits tho... just an old dream he never got to fulfill :(

theres... a lot more adults than children in this game and making all of them kids would just mean their usual positions (ningguang, keqing, yelan etc) are taken up by some random adult, we dont have 1 to 1 pair like some of the previous ones... hay wouldnt it be cute if ningguang and beidou were teenage sweethearts and just went on dates. wed get to see that. aww. sorry to ganyu keqing fans suddenly it became age gap (well it was already age gap but the more acceptable kind...)

ohhh right now i remember. i think i originally wanted to ageswap hu tao and zhongli. but again teen zhongli would complicate things SO much. adult hu tao would presumably be more serious about things... or less... it could go either way honestly. i guess the most we can aim for is that zhongli has a teen body like venti and gets adopted by hu tao but she actually treats him like a proper adult/employee vs everyone else? that could be something.

ermmmm. what else, who else. jumping straight to fontaine for a bit, freminet being the older bro to lyney and lynette would be really cute... hed definitely have to lose some of his shyness but hed probably still be kind of an introvert, but his lil siblings are just full of energy and he loves them. awuuuuuu

uh. kid childe and adult teucer? getting stuck in the abyss for months really changes you though so this one doesnt really count, we honestly dont know if teucer would end up just like childe lmao. so scratch that. hmm... collei and tighnari? no, but how does the manga plot go if shes an adult and cyno also should be a kid/teen here (i mean obviously thered be another general mahamatra but. well itd just be a guy we dont know) ok i also dont know enough about the manga so we will also scratch that. just look at cute fanart where baby cyno plays cards with baby tighnari or smth, i bet that exists. with babysitter collei looking over tuem or something. that has to exist.

hold on. hold on. i was gonna talk abt rukkha and nahida but what if... ei scara ageswap. ooooh that changes way too many things. no yeah its impossible if we want to keep them in their original roles. we have to roleswap them for it to work and even then im not sure because the whole thing was at birth scara was too soft so he might not be makotos body double? i mean yeah he can do anything... we'll say he did and hes now shogun and actually nvm i cant think of anything new hed do, itd just be a repeat of eis actions cuz theres no plot otherwise. just. its just an outfitswap or genderswap at this point.

so that was a fail. are there any more interesting pairs to ageswap or even an individual whod be different as a AHHH QIQI AND BAIZHU!! wait no. theyre literally born in diff eras. unless its just... adult zombie qiqi and aspiring doctor baizhu this is not interesting at all. considering qiqis whole appeal is little zombie girl being more cute than scary. BUT ID LOVE TO SEE THE ART! what would an adult qiqi look like... i guess you can really go any way if she isnt a zombie in art, like wtf would she wear, its just up to each artist.

im dying i dont think—i forgot to talk about rukkha and nahida. but im now realising this also amounts to a roleswap just like ei and scara cuz one exists because of the other. or just... the appearance of baby 草神 dying and the new archon the sages find is a fucking adult woman. theyd probably still lock her up tho since by circumstance she should be the same as nahida in that moment where she doesnt know anything. theres a dark thought here but it could also happen in canon if genshin really wanted to go dark (which they wouldnt ofc). actually idk how much nahida knew when she woke up she mightve mentioned it but i forgor.

WAIT WAIT WAIT IM LOOKING AT MY OLD TWITTER THREAD AND I FORGOT THIS CUTE DETAIL WHICH IS. yk how theres art of kaeya being an older brother to klee. imagine older sis klee taking care of kaeya because she knows he feels out of place as a foreigner... double that with part-chinese amber and albedo being albedo and klee suddenly has a diaspora daycare(???) is bennett being part-natlan canon. but hed be an adult in this au. gruff older bennett who becomes another adventurers guild dad awww. i think hed have a nice mustache beard combo. also adult fischl... im thinking she writes novels and she hits it big, maybe. or not? idk, who knows.

is there anything else... (opens character list on the wiki) fatui... i have no idea how to ageswap them, theyd just stop being important the plot dskfjhskf?? and the adult fatui have to be replaced with other ppl so, not ideal.

oh there is more on the twitter thread... about... oh yeah lmao. diona and diluc. diona taking over the wine industry without a competitor lmaooo (depends on crepus' survival but i dont think thats dependent on kaeya and diluc's ageswap soooo. dead dad! kaeya is older but its not a big deal i think they dont have a big difference in age right?) it becomes like some sort of rivalry with venti bcuz ofc venti is nawt gonna stand for wine being driven out of mondstadt!! what the hell would he even do tho. ADOPT HIMSELF INTO DILUCS FAMILY LOL? but also, i dont know if diona will accomplish anything even without diluc competing with her, because the whole point is she makes good drinks. unless as an older woman shes kind of figured out the thing so... she just wouldnt... make drinks. or come up with some psychological battle like the drinks are nice but the atmosphere is bad or you get really unlucky and mobbed or something ok maybe thats a bit much idk. rip diona she can never catch a break!

oh wait adult sayu........ er.............. i guess it wouldnt be sayu if she werent still a sleepy slacking ninja but she kind of doesnt have the "grow tall" excuse anymore. but maybe shes more like a "can slack on the job but still gets it done perfectly" kinda archetype.

i could do something crazy by having yae be born in this era and tease the closed-off princely ayato and the ayato yae shippers can feast on it or something. idk i dont ship it but considering their whole appeal is both of them being sly/tricksy... it would be kinda cute to see that on kids/teens. wait but ayato being like that was bc he was the older brother and had to deal w the politics... here ayaka is doing it. (how er patriarchal is inaz girl nvm their leader is a woman what am i thinking. well not in this timeline. lol wait) if they still got some gender roles (probably since its based on real life culture... we live in a society) then maybe ayaka cant be as girlbossy as she wants. oh, to get things in high places... maybe people dont take her seriously as a woman... so she has to... ohh........ this sucks man :( k but what does this have to do with ayato. what would he be like. sheltered from it or knowledgeable? i think he would probably know. oh god hes the looks princely archetype but actually a fucking bitch behind closed doors. and not canon kind of "hes willing to play dirty to get things done" but like actually awful. yeah i can totally see that. but yae is like totally unfazed and laughs in his face. WHY am i writing yaeyato fanfic in my au ramblings ive never even thought of this ship before??????? (bc i dont really care about ayato sorr

ok thats it YAHOO!!!!

[star-anise]

This is what the fight is like

Sooo, apparently the extremely tenuous and recent nature of the LGBTQ+ community's legal right to exist was not actually super widely known to a lot of people on Tumblr?

Which clarifies some stuff in retrospect. I have so often wanted to grab people by their lapels and shout, "Stop picking on someone for not meeting your entry requirements! We need everyone we can get, you asshole! DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THEY HATE US OUT THERE?"

Aaaapparently... no, they did not know. Or they knew and were a conservative psyop preparing the ground for our loss of legal rights. Fun times!

So: Look, it is bad. Shit is scary. They really do hate us out there. You're not wrong.

But: This is what we've always fought. This boat we're in with its antique fittings and strange markings on the floor is a battleship. Work has always been going on in the basements, and when shit gets tough, we clear away clutter and roll out the cannons.

I found this chart a couple weeks ago and hung onto it because it felt like the map to my first 25 years on this earth:

[Image description: A graph titled "Same Sex Marriage: Public Polls since 1988." It is from FiveThirtyEight's NYT column. It records the percentage of US Americans polled who would say yes or no to legalizing same-sex marriage, from 1988 to 2011.

The two lines begin with roughly 10% saying yes in 1988, and 70% saying no; the two lines gradually draw closer over the years, until by 2011, the percent saying finally dips under 50%, and the group saying yes makes a tentative reach for the majority. End of image description.]

After some great social change has happened, when everyone has admitted that gay marriage is very cute and Pride is a colourful parade, hooray, people like to pretend that it was just natural and inevitable and happened on its own. People just became less prejudiced! Courts just decided on a case! Governments just passed a law!

In reality, it was a vicious fucking fight, every fucking time. Every fucking where. There are a lot of people who deeply, sincerely believe that a hundred years ago, society had good rules about sex and gender and intercourse and marriage, and that changing those rules has made the world worse. They don't always agree on the specifics, but they can work together far enough to fight anyone with new ideas.

This is why we are a community. Even when we don't have the same experiences of attraction or identity, even when we don't do the same things, even when we have wildly different ideas of a good time. Because when these groups take aim, we're all under fire, and none of us is responsible for why they hate us.

In some ways I think it's a miracle that there seems to be a generation that did not grow up, as I grew up, constantly glued to news reports about What Percentage of Society Hates Us this month. I can't imagine who I'd be if my brain and heart and soul hadn't been tied up, that whole time, in the political question of whether I'd get to dream of a decent future.

I think that it will give us strength to have people who can imagine a world where no one hates us. Who believe in it so strongly they can taste it. That's my prediction: If you didn't know this was coming, you'll be a boon to us, because we have always needed joy so fiercely, in this fight, to keep us going on. We have needed drag queens and punk bands and "her wife" and safe space stickers. Parade floats and wedding days and little dogs with rainbow collars, badges and banners and meetups, because more than anything else we need to fight our own despair, and our fear that the world will never get any better than this.

It will. We know it will. We can taste it.

Look up to the history, organizations, and people who've got us this far for information on what forms of activism will actually advance our political goals. Look to the side to make sure the comrades within reach are keeping their heads above water, and that you're keeping enough joy going to stay alive. Look back to see who's more vulnerable than you are that you might have forgotten or been tempted to leave behind. Look after each other. Look after yourself.

We can do this.

To your battle stations.

[bubblegumspacebxtch]

Hugs From Your Dealer

A/N: taking a break from smut to write fluff about Fez like idk about ya'll but this man looks like he gives good warm hugs so imagine his cuddles ugh I'm obsessed with the "i hate everyone but you" idea or "im only soft and vulnerable with you" type of thing and I think Fez just fits right into that so here's an imagine of him being soft

p.s. the gif of him above does things to me FUCK

summary: again not really a summary but this imagine mentions scenes from Euphoria season 1 episode 5, specifically when Rue, Jules, and Lexi all go skating

warnings || none (pure fluff)

You watched the end credits roll, before turning off the TV. You and Fez were hanging out on his couch, and decided to watch a movie. Lying down with him on top of you, he snuggles into your warm chest, and settled between your legs as you wrapped your arms around his body. 15 minutes into the movie, you hear his soft snores whilst you continuously run your fingers through his head. You smile at the image of Fez falling asleep all cuddled up to you. Knowing he had slept late the night prior, you opt not to wake him and continue on with the film.

"Fez," you coo, trying your best to look down at his sleeping figure. You tried to gently wake him. As much as you wanted to join him in napping, Rue had invited you to the roller rink along with Jules and Lexi. You had to go home and get ready. "Hey baby, you need to wake up," you murmur to his head as you lightly scratch his back the way you know he likes. You hear Fez let out a quiet 'mmm' before tightening his embrace. "Sleep here," Fez mumbles as he buries his face deeper in your neck. You smile as his beard tickles your exposed skin, feeling his warmth seep into you even more. "I have to head home and get ready." He raises his head at that, giving you a sleepy, but confused look. "You goin' somewhere?" You touch his face, running your thumb along his jaw before answering. "I promised Rue I'd go skating with her tonight." Fez grumbled in response, going back to lay his head on you and hugging your waist tighter so as to pull you even closer, if that was even possible.

"Tell them you're busy." He huffs as you wiggle underneath him, attempting to sit up. "I can't not go, Fez. I promised I would, and if I don't go, Lexi's gonna feel like a third wheel. You know how Rue and Jules get." You try to explain, but he doesn't budge. You roll your eyes at his stubbornness, but couldn't keep the smile off your face. Fez enjoys the company of very few people. Others might say he's somewhat passive, maybe even going as far as saying he's detached, but with you he's soft and downright needy. Fez can spend hours on end with you, even while doing nothing. Fez enjoys just being in your presence. His line of business has made him reserved, but he allows himself to be open with you. If you're being honest, Fez is grabby and clingy, wanting to always feel you on him.

You attempt to pull away again because you hear your phone chime from the table, probably a text you can only assume is from Rue. "C'mon Fez. I'm serious." He lifts his head again to face you, resting his chin on your sternum. The look he's giving you is sweet, trying to convey his adoration through his eyes. "Y/N, I ain’t playin with you either." You groan at him, knowing it's hard to make Fez move. "I'll stay the night if you let me go now," you bargain. His face lights up at that. "You comin' back to sleep over?" he asks and you nod. You lean in to kiss him, hoping to convince him more into letting you leave. He hums into the kiss, cuddling you closer to him.

Fez isn't really a words type of guy, but whatever he can't express by saying it, he sure as hell makes up for it through his actions. He slants his head more, both of you now full on making out as he draws circles with his thumb on the exposed skin of your abdomen. You tighten your arms around his shoulders. Fez turns to kiss the side of your face, starting with your jaw down to the spot on your neck he knows is sensitive. Your phone makes another ping, and Fez sighs into your skin as you giggle at him. "That must be them texting. I really need to go." He meets your eyes before giving you a quick peck on the forehead. "Alright," he says before getting up from the couch, pulling you to your feet shortly after. "Lemme drive you home." Fez puts on his sweater as you grab your bag off the table.

The ride is quiet, but comforting. Fez kept his hand on your thigh the entire time as you watch him drive along the familiar route to your house. He senses you watching him from the passenger seat, and he takes his eyes off the road for a few seconds to smirk at you, squeezing your thigh in the process. You reach your house in no time. "Text me when you're done so I can pick you up," Fez reminds you before kissing your head. "I will," you answer back before climbing out of his car. You're close to the front door before you hear him shout. "You owe me a lot of cuddles when your cute ass gets back." You laugh as you turn back to Fez in his car, rolling your eyes at how whipped he was. "Yeah whatever." You watch him drive away, grinning from ear to ear before getting inside your house.

[hangmanapologist]

Love Thy Neighbour | Bob Floyd

Bob Floyd x reader (no use of y/n)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6.1

warnings: Bob supporting women too much and cock blocking himself in the process, my writing abilities. Idiots

A/N: I’m not sure if I’m going to continue this because I’m still not really used to writing but I love idiots to lovers and unknown mutual pining

You gripped the counter as you rolled your neck back, he’d be here in 10 minutes if he was punctual, 15 if he wanted to be casual. You had been ready for an hour though. You felt like an idiot putting on your prettiest sundress just to sit at your kitchen table, you’d even curled your hair and for some reason, only known by the heavens above, convinced yourself to shave your entire body in the shower.

You had the stereo blasting in the kitchen as you were throwing back the “cooking” wine like it was water. Why were you so nervous? It was a thank you dinner, he did a good deed and nothing more but couldn’t get the image of him in his uniform out of your head no matter how many times you tried.

You were brought out of your fantasy by a knock. Fuck. How long had you been standing there? You rushed over, suddenly inexplicably nervous as you opened the door.

He was in his civilian clothes this time. A white t-shirt and some very well fitted jeans but his hair was still neatly styled, you assumed he had been in work that afternoon. Was it wrong to wish he wore his uniform?

“I know you said white but I brought a bottle of red too.”

“Do you not trust my wine pairing abilities Bob?”

He liked when you said his name, it made him feel like his heart was going to jump out of his chest like in those old cartoons. What a beautiful way to go.

“Oh no ma’am I trust your judgement completely but one’s to go with dinner and one’s a housewarming gift.” He offered them both to you and you realised he was still standing out in the hallway. “Shit sorry come in the foods almost done.”

Once you both had the awkward reintroduction it started to flow kind of nicely, the wine was definitely helping. He had asked you all the boring questions that come with getting to know people but he seemed genuinely interested, he asked follow up questions, he was a very attentive listener but you had enough of hearing your own voice.

You tried your best to coax anything out of him. He was obviously shy but as the night went on and the bottles got emptier you could tell he was loosening up, the red glow in his cheeks gave it away.

“So you’re what? Army?” “Navy actually” with the way he ducked his head shyly when he said it, it was obviously something he was proud of. You swore you saw him blushing as he adjusted his glasses and pushed his fork around the plate.

“Pilot?” you pushed on, you were genuinely curious and he seemed just as in need of a friend. “Weapon Systems officer actually…so… y’know… not as cool.” His job excited him but he knew other people found the specifics boring, everyone just wanted to hear from the pilots which he understood.

He didn’t mind keeping to himself, he was used to it.

“Well Bob, I know nothing about jets but I think it’s very cool. I think you’re very cool.” He snorted at that one.

“You should meet my pilot Phoenix! She’s amazing and funny and I think you’d like her…” he continued rambling on, hands flying everywhere as he detailed everything that him and Phoenix did together.

Oh.

You saw the look in his eyes as he rambled about her and it was clear you misread any signals you thought you picked up. Bob Floyd seemed very much smitten with his pilot. You didn’t have the heart to stop his tangent, at least looking at him made swallowing the developing heartache in your chest easier.

“Do you mind if I use your bathroom?” he asked bouncing his leg, either he wants to leave or genuinely just needs to pee. “First door on the left” you smile using it as an opportunity to clear the table.

“Where’s your bed frame?” he leaned against the counter with his arms crossed and your eyes immediately focused on his arms straining against the fabric of his t-shirt. “Why were you in my room?” “Took a wrong turn but don’t change the subject.” “If you must know so bad, the delivery guys said they’d be back to put it together some time this week!” you tried to defend yourself but you can tell he wasn’t letting this go. Stubborn little guy wasn’t he?

“You’re not sleeping on a mattress on the floor! I’ll do it for you, c’mon you can help me.” You grabbed the half empty second bottle of wine from the counter and followed with a huff as he dragged you down your own hallway.

It was pushing 12am as the dishevelled lieutenant kneeled on your bedroom floor, putting the last few touches on your, now fully built bed frame. You were stretched out on the mattress nursing the wine for safe keeping as you talked about everything under the sun.

You felt safe with him. You never believed in love at first sight but he was maybe the damn closest you’d ever get to it. Plus looking at the way his hands worked was also quite entertaining.

If he didn’t obviously have a girlfriend you would have let him take you on the floor right there and then. He kept bringing Phoenix up, he obviously was making sure you knew. Oh sweet torture.

“Congratulations on having a bed frame” he said as he rose to his feet and offering a hand to pull you up off the floor. What you didn’t expect was to be pulled from the floor like a rag doll.

Oh he was strong.

“How did you get that done so quick?”

“It’s part of my job description to be good with my hands” he cringed as soon as the words left his mouth, you’d definitely think he was a creep now.

Who says that the second time they meet the pretty girl next door? He desperately hoped that the ground to swallow him whole but he could never think straight when you looked at him, everything just came out like word vomit. 

He helped you get the mattress on the bed frame. To say you were any help would be a lie, all the heavy lifting was him. Without a second thought both of you flopped down on the mattress.

The alcohol was catching up on you and he had just spent the last 2 hours performing free manual labour because he had a pathetic crush on what was basically a complete stranger.

Both of you stared at the ceiling wordlessly wondering who was going to move first.

“At least we know it’s sturdy.” “Are you saying you doubted me?”

He turned his head to the side and you studied his features in the low light of the bedside lamp. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were heavy lidded but this time he didn’t try look away.

He studied every single freckle before he had the courage to meet your eyes. “If the moon had a face it would be you” he thought. At that moment he would have told you his deepest secrets if you had just asked.

“I should be going, don’t want Nat to be mad at me in the morning.”

You turned your face back to the ceiling so he couldn’t see it fall.

He protested when you tried to get up and walk him to the door, insisting you continue to enjoy not sleeping on the floor tonight.

You heard the door shut softly as you closed your eyes.

“Goodnight Bob Floyd.”

[starshipsofstarlord]

Conference Room

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary | Bucky gets a surprise when he realises that things that were looked down upon, and people were often disgusted by in his day and age, are wanted in this one.

Warnings | includes smut, blowjob, cum facial, Bucky being an insecure bb, swearing

Requested ✖️

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Everyone filed out of the meeting room, one by one disappearing into the maze of the compound. Bucky watched you with tender eyes, slowly following behind, as you headed for the door.

But instead of passing though the threshold, so that you could make your way on route to the kitchen, in order for you prepare yourself a well deserved drink after sitting through the small conference, you closed the door, and pushed down the latch.

The action itself made Bucky stop in his footsteps, and fix you with a confused expression. He wasn’t sure why you had locked the two of you in here. Only moments ago you had been on a group call with Fury, and now that he had signed off, all of you had been free to leave.

But that freedom that all the else had fled feebly towards, served a much different price to that for which you specifically had in mind for him. “Sergeant Barnes, I think the two of us need to have a little talk; our ears only.”

Bucky gulped, remaining upon the spot that he was stood in. He racked his mind for reasons that you would want to do this here, and not in one of your bedrooms. It would only make things more difficult for when he left the scene, heartbroken by you cutting him off, and finally pushing him away.

It was inevitable that it would happen somewhen; but it was too early. Things were finally running smoothly, he felt content and happy, and as though he were making a good difference to the world, which is all he ever wanted. However, it appeared that all of that was about to come tumbling down at his feet, in the same very moment.

The two of you hadn’t been dating too long, just short of three months. And during that time, the pair of you had never once gotten obscenely intimate. So in your case, as he viewed it, you really had nothing to lose. But he couldn’t pin point as to why you were dressed in a sly smile, and creeping ever so steadily towards him as though you had a surprise.

“Doll.” He spoke softly, thinking that it would be the last time he had the opportunity to describe you with that pet name. From the way that he addressed you, your expression quickly became more innocent and happy.

As you got closer to him, you wrapped your arms around his middle, leaning forwards and pressing a kiss upon his material covered chest. “Baby.” You greeted him, moving to his lips next, and pressing a fluid peck upon them.

“What are you doing?” He unsurely asked, his voice cracking in the meanwhile, and his face scrunching up into a confused frown. Your hands rubbed down his chest, and plucked the band of his trousers, over again in a repeated motion.

Sucking your lip into your mouth, you looked up into his sky blue eyes, reading them for any signs of him being affected by your actions. Rather than feeling aroused, it seemed to make him confused, which was not at all your intention.

“You seemed tense Buck.” Your hands raked their way back up to his shoulders, soothing any apparent tightness that were held within his muscles. “I thought maybe... I could help loosen you up.” Fluttering your eyelashes at him, Bucky lightly groaned, rubbing his lips together as he mulled over what the pair of you could possibly get up to in this room.

His hands went down to the button of your jeans, but lightly, you slapped his hands away, doing the same to him, and undoing them. As your fingers toyed with the zip that helped the denim be adjustable to his size, your other palmed him through the blue material. “This is about you James. I want to make you feel good.”

Again, he swallowed his own saliva, he paid the utmost attention to your every movement, completely compelled with how you tossed your hair to the side by simply moving your head. “You want me to suck your cock, I promise I’m good at it.” A giggle erupted from your mouth, and Bucky clasped your chin in the feather light grip of his vibranium hand.

He pulled your lips to his, warming them up before slipping his tongue inside. It had been a long time, though he hated to admit it, since he had done anything even slightly sexual, and a part of him was afraid that he wouldn’t last long.

But the other was excited, back in the forties , blowjobs weren’t often digressed. The idea had always appealed to hun, however no dame had ever wished to dirty their knees before him, and take his sufficient length down their throat. It pained him a little, knowing that like most people he had encountered through his life, that they would take from him, but never return it with an ounce of kindness.

He’d perceive it as a dream come true, the woman that owned his entire heart, independently wanting to pleasure him in such ways that were looked down upon in his day. “Are you sure?” He pulled away, desperate for some clarity on the matter.

“Yes, of course I am.” You smiled, drawing him in for another locked lip session. After a minute or two of tasting his tongue, you trailed your direction down, running down his chin, and then his neck, until you completely dropped to your knees, rutting your hand against his growing cock.

Right then, from that image alone, Bucky swore that he would die. That innocent expression that was entailed upon your face had him mentally cursing, and he couldn’t help but groan to himself in a relaxed manner as you pulled his jeans down to his ankles, leaving only his boxers as the final barrier.

Lightly, you pressed a kiss to where you guessed his tip to be through the cotton, gently running your tongue down the shaft, and lower down to where his balls were stationed. “Y/n, please stop teasing.”

“Tell me Bucky.” Your fingertips cascaded up and down his v line, warming him up to what was to come(pun intended). “Have you ever been sucked off before?” His heart rate picked up, as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“How did you- that punk!” He said in reference to Steve, realising that he must have let the detail slip to you. But he couldn’t be made really, if the captain hadn’t digressed his secret to you, then he may have waited longer to experience the enthralling and dirty, as it had been known to be, engagement.

Without any pressure, you pressed your teeth upon his cock, dragging his attention back towards you. “Now that is no way to talk about your dear friend, I’d say he did you a favour.” He was getting ready to grumble in his Bucky manner, but was hit with your gasp as you suddenly pulled his boxers down, his dick slapping upwards, having your entire focus.

Reaching forward with a hand, you wrapped it around the mid section of his shaft, your palm hardly fitting around his girth. “It’s so big.” You gaped at the sight, moving your hand up and down to gouge a reaction out of the super soldier above you. His head leant back, his eyes screwing shut as he realised just how sensitive he was. He felt like a virgin all over again.

An obscene and loud moan was pulled from his mouth as you ran your tongue up his shaft, humming at the taste of his intimate skin. With the encouragement of his lie noises, you directed his tip towards your lips, rubbing it upon the cushioned flesh, before sinking him halfway in your mouth.

“Holy fuck!” He exclaimed, reaching down and on instinct entangling his metal hand in your loose hair. As though you were doing nothing, you innocently looked up at him with wide doe eyes., although he could feel you hollowing your cheeks around him, as you began to bob your head.

Only then did he realise how experienced you must have been within this department, for he noticed how you didn’t struggle nor gag the slightest around him, and it appeared that you were enjoying it as much as he was.

One of your hands planted itself on the thickness of his thigh as your other found homage with fondling his balls. His chest rapidly moved as he felt every slither of your tongue around him, and as you pulled slightly back, you began dipping it in the line of his slit.

“Baby, slow down, or I’m going to cum.” With his words heard, you took him out of your mouth, wrapping your hand around his saliva soaked rod, and began pumping him rapidly. For a moment, he swore his head was going to explode as he saw you stick your tongue out, awaiting his load that was soon to be delicious.

“Cum Buck. Want you to cum for me.” It was impossible for him to hold back any longer, and thus, his seed flew over the expanse of your tongue, whilst the rest spurted over one side of your face. “Hmm.” You mumbled, swallowing that of it that you caught, and scooping a swipe into your mouth.

“I swear to god that I’m in love with you.” He spoke breathily as you stood up, both of your faces flushed from the activity. He pulled you in for a few pecks, to which you could do nothing more than stare into his oceanic pools.

“Well that’s encouraging.” You laughed, reaching down and tucking his softening cock back into his boxers and jeans, giving it a loving pat before pulling away. “I love you too Bucky Barnes; always.”

“The conference room though, really?” He asked with a bemused laugh, causing you to shrug. “You’ve got to walk out of here now.” He said, motioning to the mess on your face.

“That is something that I didn’t think of.” You responded, your eyes darting a around the room, until your eyes landed on the box of tissues that Tony had brought in at the start of the meeting. Thank Thor for his cold! “Grab me some paper towels from the corner would you babe?”

He sent you a pleased, and you’d say very satisfied smile, before stepping back, and heading in the direction of the desk, picking a few sheets out of the cube, and walking back to help you clean up. He felt like he at least owed you that much.