#or shall we simply let you seduce us into it more~

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

First, love the dark Lucifer Vampire story! And I love how treats Adam like a pet. So, here's what I have you:

Prince! Adam x Warlord! Lucifer (yes he would be dark and treat Adam like a glorified pet. Adam would grow to like it but at first, he's embarrassed as hell. He's given to Lucifer as his prisoner to stop him from attacking the kingdom of Heaven. Adam tries to fight it but he's forced into it by his mother, Sera, against his will. Lilith will be dead in this, died during childbirth, and Charlotte is just as ruthless as her father. Lucifer sees Adam as his pet for the most part but later on, decides he'd make a good bride. He's submissive and does what he's told. Perfect. Adam slowly falls in love with him and Lucifer will follow slowly after. Adam's personality would basically be shy but easily moved to tears due to his low self-esteem. Sera treats him like a waste of space and much prefers her daughter, Emily.)

XxX

Prince Adam couldn't believe what he was hearing from his own mother. He had been dragged from his room by guards, no yelling would get them to stop, and he was brought before his mother, Queen Sera of the kingdom of Heaven. She looked down at him with a glare like she normally would.

"Adam. The invaders have come to a decision." Adam had a bad feeling about this. Emily refused to look at him but she did look bored to be here. She was always bored, even when their mother was hurting Adam. But, this whole situation leaves Adam with a bad taste in his mouth and the guards forcing him to kneel didn't help either.

"Adam, you will go with them as...collateral to keep them away from our borders. They've requested a prisoner and me and Emily certainly couldn't leave Heaven to its own devices. That leaves you."

No. No! This couldn't be happening! Adam was to be a prisoner?! To some tyrant, they call The Devil?! He felt tears fall onto the floor as he begged, "Please! There has to be—"

Sera simply scoffed. "Cease you're crying. Honestly, a man shouldn't be crying this much but I guess you never met the criteria of a man, did you?" Adam flinched, hurt once more by her words. Emily let out a chuckle but she didn't say much of anything. She never did. She saw Adam like one would a fly. Annoying but completely forgotten when out of the room.

He was bound in chains and gagged before being put in the dungeons to wait until after the kingdom celebrated getting out of war. They would throw a feast for the tyrant and his daughter, they would take their prisoner and leave. The war over and Adam gone. Two birds with one stone.

Queen Sera prepared the most magnificent feast they could and just in time. The Warlord and his daughter were here. He walked in like owned the place, his regal cape flooding behind him. His daughter, taller than him by a head, walked beside him, her cold eyes gazing at everything in disgust. Their palace was much better.

"Ah, if isn't the Queen." The Warlord said, smirking at her. There was a reason they called him The Devil. The birth name given to him was Lucifer. His daughter, Charlotte Morningstar, looked just smug, her red eyes dancing with mirth at the fact everyone seemed afraid of them.

She was known to keep a plethora of women at her side that she used as her pleasure. She took care of them in her opinion and they all loved being her pets, but it was amusing to see all of them, especially the women, terrified that she would seduce them and use them like a pet.

They weren't worthy of that.

"Shall we eat?"

I love all of this so much!! @beef-brisket @fanofstuff01 @kittenfangirl20 I need of rp of this yesterday lmao

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Adam sat down in the cell, his eyes wet as he couldn't stop silently crying as he could hear the celebration going on upstairs. They were celebrating him being given to a ruthless Warlord as a pet, a slave in every sense of the word.

He was supposed to be a Prince, yet he was treated no better than the dead rat in the corner that was rotting away. Soon that would be him, The Devil will likely torture him for the rest of his days and use him any way possible.

Adam felt another tear fall from his eyes, he was a virgin so the thought of the only time he'd be having sex........ It broke his heart that he would never be loved by anyone.

His father loved him before he passed away from being sick. Adam wished he was still alive, surely he wouldn't let his mother do this.

His mother didn't love him, Adams not sure she ever did. His sister seemed indifferent towards him. He didn't know what he did to make them not want or love him.

No one loved him, no one ever would. Adam was never going to be happy ever again.

His eyes stayed locked down on his bound hands. Was this what awaited him down South in the car country of Hell? To be thrown in the dungeon, bound and gagged, only to be fed enough to live. To know only pain and suffering from this day on. Maybe the Warlord will take pity and make Adams death quick and painless.

And maybe Adam will grow wings and fly away.

[tkthrilla-writes]

hii I hope you’re doing well!! i saw your requests were open and decided to ask! This is just a small idea i had, if you don’t want to do it you can ignore this!!

Could you write Alastor with a Fem reader who kind of dresses like Morticia or Elvira, but with like really long black hair that’s always in a ponytail, like long to the point it’s a few inches above the ground long. Alastor really loves her and also loves her hair, and if Angel or like anyone else try’s to touch it he just gets really protective.

Ask and you shall receive anon! It’s Saturday so let’s make it rain! Since it wasn’t specified, I am going to make this request in the form of headcanons hope that is ok with you. Just going to make slight adjustments as Y/n does not know the people of hell and only Alastor, who due to a ritual possesses and resides in Y/n’s body. But don’t worry I got chu.

“My my what is the occasion my dear?”

The second this demon sees your new hair style and new get up this man is tripping all over the floor.

Since when was your hair that long?

Since he is more used to the both of you getting up in the morning and trying to look presentable for the day, more often than not that hair is always up in a bun or ponytail, or if you are feeling up for a change, the rare and occasional braid. But wow, the second he sees that floor length black dress with that floor length black hair, his smile went past his ears with how deadly you look.

“It’s for Halloween, thought I’d dress up for the trick-or-treaters who stop by,” you said in full enthusiasm getting the candy ready.

“And who exactly are you dressed as? Surely not yourself,” this man tried to be smooth and seducing but all this got his was you looking this demon dead in the eye with the most blasphemous and shocked look on your face.

Bare with him, he died before he could know about the Adams family and the beauty that is Morticia Adams.

So you bombard him with quotes like, “The light,” “I am just like any other mother,” “But my dear you are not a mother? And what is wrong with the light? I thought you liked the sun for the Vitamin D as you call it” easy to say he does not get it and you make it a sheer point that before kids start coming over asking for candy you both sit down and watch the damn movie.

When it finishes it is very easy to assume which character he likes and what was his favourite part from the way his shadow parts from your body and his shadow form makes an eerily familiar black suit with thin red strips. Alastor loves his red.

“Begone with thee!” he exclaims as he fake attacks the sun through the windows; but his absolute favourite “My Dear, how long has it been since we last danced?”

“Hours,” and he proceeds to dance with you throughout the entire apartment.

Now timeskip a couple more hours into what is now the night, carrying on with the theme you decide to show him the more modern adaptation of the Adams family, and since you know that he might enjoy the horror aspect to it. “We’re going to watch Wednesday tonight!”

“THERE’S A SHOW ABOUT THE CHILD!” he’s excited. He does get mildly annoyed of having to pause it so frequently because of all the people who keep ringing, but he enjoys it none-the-less.

That is until a group of very, let’s say, particular people… come ringing at your door. There were some kids in what you could guess very early teens all decked up in their costumes who yell out “TRICK OR TREAT” but the people behind them are who really catch your attention.

The pervy dads

To put it simply they kept whistling at you while you gave out candy to the kids. One dad even started catcalling you.

It wasn’t until one of the dads actually tried to reach out to actually touch your hair, but before he could actually do that his arm snapped mid-air.

First a sickening SNAP resounded that made everyone stare and be silent, next came the deafening scream of the dad who just had his arm mysteriously snap. This just made everyone leave you alone immediately as they tried to see what was wrong… before realising it was completely broken and damn near flopping in the wind.

You simply took this as your cue to slowly close the door, and take a few steps back. “Al?” you asked knowing damn well how this demon, “Yes Cara mia?” he replied. “Hmm, thank you,” you said, “You are very welcome, another man should not be touching another’s spouse.” “Possessive much?” you ask coyly, “and since when were we married?”

“My dear we have been in this arrangement for many years, we might as well be,” Alastor’s shadowed figure reached down for your hand to place a gentle kiss on the knuckle.

“I don’t remember you proposing, so how can we be married.”

“Don’t tempt me my dear, because I promise you, you were mine the day you made this contract and arrangement. And I absolutely vow that nobody else will place their filthy hands on what is mine.”

[kerakeriza]

Damian Wayne: The Romantic

ever since damian's inception, he's always had a soft spot for romance, true love, and happy families. in particular, he always wanted his mother and father to make amends and come together to form a happy home, a cohesive unit.

let's talk about it!

(batman v1 #658, written by grant morrison, damian's creator)

as you can see, we get the first inkling of his inclination towards romance with this moment. yes, i know... talia's character was ruined the very moment morrison touched her. it's not as if she wasn't a romantic herself, though.

(batman v1 #240, written by dennis o'neil, talia's creator)

in fact, even bruce was a romantic back then.

(batman v1 #257, written by dennis o'neil)

seriously, how romantic is that? absolute poetry.

it only makes sense, then, that damian ended up the way he did. let's explore that a bit more, shall we?

(batman annual v1 #26, written by peter milligan)

you'll notice that in his earliest appearances, damian's speech patterns were much more... casual. they weren't yet elevated to the levels of a spoiled prince. his message remains, though. if his grandfather loved this woman, why didn't he simply give her a happily ever after? spoken like a true romantic, damian...

(robin v4 #169, written by peter milligan)

in this case, of course, damian is referring to familial love - but it still speaks to his heart. it's a sort of... "love will conquer all" mentality, and it drives him. it's embedded into his character already, and this is only the resurrection of ra's al ghul arc.

...there is more evidence of damian being a sucker for romance in battle for the cowl, but we can all agree to just skip over that, yeah? let's move on to his run as robin.

(batman: streets of gotham v1 #3, written by paul dini)

damian isn't very subtle, but he also isn't very open about wanting romance for *himself.* he obviously does want it for himself - but he's not going to just up and admit it. hence the "what's it to you?"

(batman and robin v1, #4, written by grant morrison)

damian oh-so enjoys the affectionate attention of women. again, he puts up an attitude about it, but it's all to disguise his inner enjoyment of it all.

(detective comics annual v1 #11, written by fabian nicieza)

when faced with an enemy attempting to seduce him, damian is very much *against* being taken advantage of. unlike the woman playfully calling him adorable, this is an actual threat. not only that, but note his exact words - "won't -- feel that way -- yet --"

this is not how he wants it to go. he doesn't want to feel unsafe, in the arms of a dangerous predator. when it does happen - which he expects it to, someday - it won't be anything like this. the only other way for it to be, though... is soft. warm. romantic. most of all, he wants to pursue it when he's *ready* for it. he'll express himself in the little ways, such as asking if katana is single, but he won't make any big moves. he's just a kid, but he's also just not that kind of person.

he's wise enough about romance to understand that he's just not ready for this *yet.*

(you'll notice a distinct departure in how he handles the issue of his own romantic life from here on out...)

(batman and robin v1 #12, written by grant morrison)

this is another instance of familial love rather than romantic love, however... it is also another instance of damian wearing his heart on his sleeve. he just wants to be loved for who he is, it's another piece of his very, very loving mentality. he is a sensitive soul, deep down.

(batgirl v3 #5, written by bryan q miller)

stephanie calls damian out for looking at her chest - of course, he denies it. (he can't have stephanie thinking he's some lecher.) naturally, he denies it by insulting her. that's just about how it usually goes for these two.

(batgirl v3 #6, written by bryan q miller)

at this point, damian has gotten good at using a good bit of teasing to repress his crushes. there's a real air of jealousy in how much he *emphasized* the word "boyfriend."

(batgirl v3 #6, written by bryan q miller)

even dick and barbara seem to agree that robin and batgirl of today mirror the robin and batgirl of yesterday. (if you'll recall, dick absolutely had a huge crush on barbara. it's kind of the whole reason they became a thing after a while.) dick already knows about damian's interest in older women... and given his own interest in older women, i doubt he cares that much - as long as it's just an unrequited crush from damian. (i'm sure dick wouldn't be okay with it if stephanie accepted the affections of an underage boy, even if that boy is damian.)

(world's finest, v4 #4, written by sterling gates)

as you can see, the teasing continues for a while.

(red robin v1 #12, written by chris yost)

damian once again can't behave himself around stephanie, but this time, he's even more forwardly mocking her appearance. well, mostly just her chest, but still. i fear that he knows older women are out of the question, so the best he can do is tease them. it's not as if that sort of flirting isn't being modeled for him on the daily by every vigilante in gotham. he was so much more pure of heart before he met the bats...

(red robin v1 #12, written by chris yost)

at this time, this might've been the *first* time that damian has ever actually given a... compliment? to tim. it's definitely the first time he's congratulated him. what can he say? he loves a little romance, even when it comes to the person he hates most. it probably helps that the engagement isn't to a woman he has a crush on himself.

(superman/batman v1 #77, written by joshua williamson)

as was the case with stephanie, with kara, damian also resorts to teasing - it's a bit less obvious if he truly has a crush on her, but if dick is on his case about it... he's usually right, that's all.

(batman and robin v1 #18, written by paul cornell)

this gives a bit more insight into why damian now chooses to repress his romantic side (and instead resorts to teasing those he has a crush on). of course, he knew his own parents' relationship was complicated... but nothing quite like this. he's had to bare witness to just how fake his father's affections can be towards other women, and he aches at the mere thought of becoming anything like that. he'd rather not date at all then *pretend* to like someone.

he'd much rather pretend *not* to like someone to protect everyone involved from the chaos that their own feelings may bring. he knows it all too well now, what indulging in your emotions can do to people. but his loving heart never left him. he tried hardening it, that's all... but if he truly didn't care about romance anymore, he wouldn't see such an issue with bruce's playboy ways. he's an advocate of true love - not whatever the hell that is.

...i hope that helped to illuminate the ways in which damian explores romance and affection (in many forms)! after ingratiating himself to gotham city, damian found himself repressing his crushes more and more, likely due to the environment surrounding him. the other vigilantes all tangle themselves into knots, and it seems that damian would personally rather avoid coming to terms with his own affections, especially when he knows they'll lead absolutely nowhere. as much as he likes to pretend that he's older than he really is, he's not an idiot. he knows what he isn't ready for, even if he really wants it someday. even if the concept of true love pervades his very mindset. it's something he really, really wants... for his parents, and for himself... someday. when he feels ready for it - ready to accept that it may cause trouble, just as it did for his parents, and for the countless villains he faces on a day-to-day basis. he'll overcome it all when he's ready.

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.7 Sakamaki Reiji Animate Tokuten CD

Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol. 7 逆巻レイジ アニメイト 各巻購入特典ドラ

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 7 Animate Tokuten CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Katsuyuki Konishi

Translator’s note: Reiji just got his Masters degree in the Arts of the Gentleman because DAMN is he smooth in this one. I feel like they went a little overboard to be honest because at the very beginning, it felt like a completely different character. I know the boys have been tonded down a lot in the later games but this is just sugary sweet overload, even for a fluff-lover like myself. :p

The two of you are at the movie theater.

“It is rather crowded. ...This movie theater opened its doors very recently, which might be why it is so popular. That being said, this romance movie you wanted to see...’It will leave you seeking out a beautiful love’ That is quite the bold slogan.”

You voice your excitement. 

“I see. Getting to witness your smile brings me much joy as well. We came here today to please you after all. Now if you’d please give me your hand. I would rather not have you wander off out of my sight.”

*Rustle*

“Well then, this way, please.”

Reiji escorts you towards the right hall.

*Rustle*

“I believe we will be able to enjoy the movie to its fullest here.”

You look around in confusion.

“It’s a private room. I believed that with a regular seat, there could be distractions in the audience such as latecomers or people fidgeting with their phones during the viewing. In here, we will be able to enjoy a comfortable time together, not having to worry about anyone interrupting once we close the door behind us. I believe you would like to watch the movie in an optimal environment as well?”

You thank him.

“No need to thank me. Ah, right. I went for a refreshing tea soda as our welcoming drink. I hope you will like it.”

*Cling*

“Cheers.”

*Cling*

You tell him it is delicious. 

“Fufu...I am glad to hear that.”

*Thud thuuuuud*

“Oh dear. I suppose it is starting already. Well then, let us focus on the movie.”

You start watching the movie.

“You seem to be having fun...”

You tilt your head to the side. 

“No. It’s nothing. Please continue watching.”

( I suppose I am simply not the right target demographic. However, as long as she is having a good time, that is all what matters to me. That being said...It will take about another hour until the movie ends. I doubt I will be able to endure it for that long. )

“...I am going to get some fresh air outside.”

Reiji gets up from his seat.

“I will only be away for a couple of minutes. You seem to be immersed in the movie, so you should be fine being alone for a bit. ーー Or so I thought, but do you really do not want to be apart for even a short while?”

You nod.

“I see. If that’s what you want, I shall stay by your side.”

He sits back down as you apologize.

“No need to say sorry. We’re here for you today. As long as you enjoy the movie, I will feel satisfied as well.”

You smile. 

“I am glad to be able to see you smile like that. ...Oh my? How come your cheeks have turned this red? Are you trying to entice me, perhaps?”

You shake your head.

“You may shake your head, but with that look in your eyes, I find it hard to believe your denial.  Even your nape has turned a slight crimson, as if it is begging for me to latch onto it.”

*Rustle*

“...I wish you would realize already that whenever you get flustered like that, it only makes it seem like you are trying to seduce me even more. ーー I suppose I shall have a taste of your blood.”

You mention the movie. 

“I see...How careless of me. However, your reactions were simply adorable, it completely slipped my mind that the movie was still playing. ーー Ah, this is scene featured on the film’s poster. What a beautiful sunset. ...My bad. I suppose you cannot watch the movie from your current position. ...Now then, come here.”

*Rustle*

“There you could. It will be easy to watch when seated on my lap, no? Besides...”

*Rustle*

“ーー By embracing you from behind like this, I get to enjoy our time together to the fullest. ...Fufu. Your heartrate has increased. We are the only two people in this room, so no need to get so embarrassed. Come on, please keep your eyes on the screen. I believe this is an important scene where both characters convey their love for each other.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Fufufu...My pardon. I did not think that would startle you so much. I was going to behave and simply enjoy this moment until the movie had ended, but after feeling yoru touch, I could not help but want to bite you.”

You admit to also enjoying this moment together.

“I am glad to hear you say that. Well then...Let us enjoy this time together to our hearts’ content. You shall be totally absorbed in me, you will not even be able to make out what the characters are saying.”

*TIMESKIP*

The movie reaches its climax.

“Oh...? It is over already?”

You raise your head.

“I am referring to the movie. The two gaze into each other’s eyes as a beautiful melody plays in the background...I suppose it is the climax of the story. Usually these sort of movies end with a kiss scene. Fufu...Go and take a look.”

You turn your head.

*Rustle*

“Oh dear...To start blushing from a mere kiss scene, you will remain pure like that forever, won’t you?”

The movie ends. 

“In the end...The movie ended up on the backburner, but personally I very much enjoyed this day together. How about you?”

You tell him that you enjoyed the day as well.

“Heh...I see. I am glad to hear that. However, now that you mention it...I suppose it is true we have not been able to relax like this together very often as of late. Let us set up a date plan together once we get home. Let me know if there is anything you would like to do. Today, I shall listen to your every wish.”

*Rustle*

“I am glad you like the sound of that. Please try and think of something by then. ーー Well then, shall we head home? Be careful of your step.”

You get up and nearly trip. 

*Thud*

“...Ah! As if on cue...You truly are careless.”

*Rustle rustle*

“When I consider the possibility of you getting hurt...It drives me crazy. I would rather not have a repeat of what happened just now, so please grab hold of my hand.”

*Rustle*

“I shall escort you till we are back home ー actually no, until I decide that it is okay. I promise that I shall not let go of your hand until we have reached our room. Please keep that in mind.”

He escorts you out of the room.

ーー THE END ーー

[sanchoi21]

Alpha’s Vicious Claim

Toji Fushiguro x jealous reader

Warning: Lots of strong language and curses. Kinda toxic with a lot of jealousy. Explicit mentions of claiming, marking and hickeys with some smut. Highly suggestive. Not for minors.

You were mad. Simply mad at your boyfriend, who was ignoring you for all day saying ‘he is too busy at the moment.’ Today you had a date planned with Toji, but not only did he came late to pick you up, he was now ignoring you all the time you two were eating. To add to your anger on top of it, the waitress was wearing little to no clothes, as you both were at a night club, but that wasn’t the issue. She was straight up flirting with YOUR MAN and you couldn’t comprehend why he was even entertaining that slut. All these years you have seen Toji, you know he isn’t the type of man to entertain sluts. But you are too ticked off to remember that detail right now.

After having a bad day at your work and parent’s home, you thought you would get comforted by your boyfriend, but here he is flirting with the waitress. You weren’t the jealous type until you met Toji. Man!! He is a walking dinner!! Who wouldn’t want to feast on such a fine man?? Wherever he goes, he receives heated glances everyone. He might be used to it, but you are NOT. You can’t help but feel jealous all the time you two are out. But he always ensures you by his actions and words that you are the only one for him, so that calms you down. But today he isn’t doing that. After you had enough of this shit, you finally decide to get up from your table and move towards his side, straddling him and sitting on his lap. Now that you are seated on his lap, he can’t help but look at you surprised.

Toji: What happened darling?

He asks smirking, as if he doesn’t know what he is doing.

Y/n: If you are done with your little flirting, then shall we go home? I am bored.

Toji: What flirting? Ohh it's that waitress!! Someone sounds jealous.

Y/n: Don’t act as if you don’t know what you did. It’s really shitty to see an old man like you flirting with that slut.

Toji: Hey!! That’s rude!! I am not old! And besides, I was trying to get information out of her, my next mark is someone she knows about.

Y/n: Ohh getting information must include touching your crest and pants haa??

Toji: Y/n didn’t you saw that I yanked her arm right away? After I had my info, I even asked her to leave.

Y/n: Ohh that’s very decent of you!! You like sluts don’t you? Who go around seducing hot guys like you, trying to steal other’s man!!

Toji: You think I am hot!? Thanks babe. No one can ever steal me away from you, don't worry, babe. You know you look cute when you are all worked up and jealous over me!!

Toji said, smiling fondly at you. His patience at times like this, always surprised you. But today you were mad enough to take all your anger out on him.

Y/n: YOU ARE ONLY MINE!! LET ME REMIND YOU THAT!!!

Saying this you popped open a few buttons of his black shirt, staring intensely at his inviting neck. You latched onto him like a blood thirsty vampire who hasn’t fed in ages. You bit him harshly, drawing a some blood out of his neck and earning a gasp from Toji. You continued to nibble and suck on his neck leaving a trail of red and purple hickeys till his exposed chest. Toji just continued to moan as you worked on his delicate skin. His moans soon turned into whimpers when you were sucking on him too hard.

Toji: P-Princess I-I am s-so very s-sorry!! I’ll b-be more careful next time. Please f-forgive me.

Hearing his confession you just bit him even more harshly, with you teeth sinking into his delicious flesh.

Y/n: What??? Tell me that you are MINE. That you belong to ME!!

Hearing your commanding tone, Toji shivered a bit and immediately obeyed. This possessive side of yours was what Toji liked the most about you. Till now he never knew, any women could ever get him on his knees for her. He was not someone to submit easily, even now he could easily shove you off. But something about you always made him weak, so his submission to you came automatically, out of pure instinct.

Toji: Y-Yes my M-Mommy! I-I belong only to you. I am all yours! You can u-use me however you want. I’ll be glad to s-serve you tonight!!

You smirked at his sudden change in demeanour and chuckled.

Y/n: Yes my cute baby boy! That’s exactly how you should be!! Good boy!

You said patting and ruffling his soft raven hair. By now you could feel that he was hard, underneath you. You stroked his bulge slightly, which had him whimper a little. He was quite vocal during sex, but you loved it, his voice was melody to your ears.

Y/n: Shall we continue this somewhere more private?? Don’t want anyone else to see my pretty boy like this!!

Taking the que, Toji quickly got up with you still in his arms. He took your belongings and made his way towards the private quarters behind the bar. Everyone passing by eyed you both, and when they saw you quite literally grinding on him and still sucking hickeys as he kept walking, they averted their gazes and you smirked to yourself.

Toji took you to one of the dimly lit rooms. He quickly closed the door shut behind him. His hands roamed over your body and yours too did the same. You both started undressing each other. Once you undid his buttons, he quickly got out of his shirt freeing himself from the restrains. You removed your restrains too, Toji gawked at you and subconsciously licked his lips.

Toji: I’ll show you just what this old man can do to you, my jealous kitten!!

You blushed at his remarks but took on the challenge. You both hopped on the bed with Toji above you. But you flipped him and sat on top of him grinding on his bulge and kissed him deeply biting his lips. He pulled you closer and kissed you back.

That night you both took turns for control, marking each other nastily and fucking like animals. Toji indeed proved to you that he is no old man, the ache in your lower body was more than enough evidence to prove that. For Toji your hickeys and scratch marks were more than enough to drive anyone away, telling them that he is absolutely taken and claimed by you. You achieved your goal of claiming him and he gladly accepted it. Now that the small dispute between you two was over, you were all relaxed and had calmed down by now, sleeping soundly in his comforting embrace. Toji was now fondly staring at your sleeping figure thinking of just how cute you are and how much he loves you. He never had thought he could be so much committed to anyone, but he was here, all on his knees for you, in every way possible. As indeed you were the rightful master to his body, heart and soul, he being the same for you.

[slavicafire]

żmija, i am in a messy situation. my love of more than two years (long distance relationship, we have not met yet in person) drifted away for a while last month (we had quite a bit of tension between us, mutually caused) and then we kept in touch again but he stopped replying again - just as we were supposed to meet in person (i thought he's really busy with exams and i kept sending cute lovely messages almost every day) and now he says he found another person and that he couldn't decide for a month if he should leave me but it's time. żmija, i really love him, more than anything, with a big big love and i really improved after that tension and stopped being jealous and angry. i talked to him again today after crying for a whole day from his decision he told me about yesterday and i can see (or i hope) he can be convinced to at least meet me. i want to try to get him back and i come here for advice on how to do that, any advice, because you are wise and i trust your judgement. i know that without drifting he still could be in a relationship with me now and i wish it didn't happen but i really want to try to change his mind anyway. how do i do it, how do i.. i don't know, seduce him? make him infatuated with me, like he is with her? make him feel the same that one can feel at the start of love, make him feel fresh love? please, if you can, answer this soon, i think the more time passes, the less chances i have, and i know i probably act foolish and should let go - everyone says that - but i love him in a real way

oh, darling... what a horrible pain to be in - and what a wrong door to knock at to get the answer you hope for.

one, the truth is that I simply cannot comprehend a long distance relationship. I cannot fathom being with someone - romantically, sexually, spiritually - without having met them. I can imagine a separation due to horrific circumstance, after a long time of loving and being close, but I cannot imagine being with someone without ever meeting them. I might be the minority, I might be dense, I might be cruel or shallow - but while I can comprehend a long distance spark, I cannot comprehend a long distance love. perhaps you ought to ask someone for whom this concept is dear and important.

and two - if someone would tell me that after a month of thinking about me, they chose someone else... I'd send a kiss across the four winds and bid them fare fucking well.

I know that without drifting... but he did. he has. there is no without. if he drifted - then he is simply like driftwood, and the river shall take him and then the sea, and any other heart that's willing. why would yours have to beg?

why would your own heart have to claw at this love that's clearly being held over your head? why fall to your knees and cry desperately? a thousand sweet messages won't make him love you like you deserve to be loved.

if you require a kind voice to tell you: beg him, prostrate yourself as if before the very god, cry and pray, offer him what no other can offer - then you must go somewhere else.

from me, you'll only get one thing: prioritise yourself. your time, your heart, your loyalty, your willingness, your pride, your love.

don't claw at it.

[smokingbomber]

RP Justice Speech Compilation

At a youma poetry slam: Heed my words, you heartless demon! Plans you've wrought through Coleridge schemin', still not fit for basic dreamin', break when faced with justice gleamin'! This missive you’ve delivered through apostrophic caesura… gonna find your metered scansion in the throbbing from a beating. And your boss, he stanza lone reciting antiquated poesy while your flow is deconstructed by a justice swift and rosy, and your sins against humanity and decency are dozy so they'll ever weigh you down so hard you'll never take a bow until your reign of fail is ended with a SAILOR MOON! NOW!

In civvies: Chocolate is a treat that brings pleasure to both palate and soul when enjoyed in moderation. I won’t forgive those who abuse its delicious flavor and rejuvenating qualities in the name of fear and supernatural intimidation! You are cowardly and perverse to twist such delight into terror. I, Chiba Mamoru, will be your opponent!

Standard justice speech: Beauty magazines should be used for stylish inspiration only, not as a judgement of worth! I won't forgive anyone who tries to hurt innocent people with a wrongful interpretation of loveliness!

To a giant monster in Tokyo Bay: Those who stir from the depths to disrupt the peaceful and enjoyable off-hours of hard-working students and heroines with slovenly and oversized misconduct are no more excused if they are kaiju than if they are simply bullies! I, Tuxedo Kamen, cannot forgive you!

At a youma quiz show: People wish for adulation and fame for the hard work they do to learn everything they can! To use this desire against innocent contestants and their friends and families who have come to support them is a crime! I, Tuxedo Kamen, shall not forgive you!

Whispered in the middle of the night at an orphanage: For pretending to be a pile of delightful snow in which children play with innocent laughter, I cannot forgive you!Whatever you are. I, Tuxedo Kamen, am your opponent! So chase me right now or we might wake up the kids!

Deadpan in civvies to a friend: Anyone who would dare to use cookies in such a violently non-delicious manner is unforgivable. I won't stand for it. You don't need to thank me for allowing me to help punish that creature for his evil intents.

To a cook villain: BASE TREACHERY! How dare you waste excellent cuisine! How DARE you seek to destroy the dreams of a young maiden dedicated to bringing the delight of gourmet cooking to appreciative palates! You are a CHILD, throwing tantrums at the idea of losing! And you will ALWAYS lose in the end!

To the same cook villain who made a nice youma: How dare you create a sweet youma from a child's treat, only to let her die in your service! HOW DARE YOU STEAL the inner heart of a young girl and try to gift it to your dark mistress?!

At a play audition: A young girl's heart is the home of dreams and wishes too pure and good for you to understand, but your wickedness is not excused by your ignorance! Hell-spawned creature of darkness, who has seduced and brainwashed innocent maidens and taken that precious innocence from them, I won't stand for this! For what you have done, there can be no punishment great enough to be sure justice is done-- death is too good for you! But your death shall serve to protect the future from your curse, from your predation, your depravity--!! YOU ARE UNFORGIVABLE!!

Standard justice speech: The aspirations of young girls are nothing to be toyed with or attacked, and to use them against one in order to take her energy is unforgivable! Let the powerful love of Runealy-san's friends violently demonstrate to you the error of your ways! Allies of justice, this is the work of the Dark Kingdom! Erase its impurities from this world!

When visiting a friend and finding a burglar: This is my friend's dorm! How dare you lurk in her sanctuary, waiting for her to come home so you can ambush her! Her dormitory room is a place of excellent cooking and terrible timing, and I, Tuxedo Kamen, won't forgive you for trying to ruin her day!

Standard justice speech: Nothing-– nothing is truly hollow; no ghastly sin is forever damning! I, Tuxedo Kamen, won't stand for despair! Not for those who bring it, and not for the despair in their own hearts!

Standard justice speech: Villains who use the sweet art of harmonic vocal expression to bolster the foul trespasses of a bully who apparently consumes sentient life, I will not forgive you! I, Tuxedo Mask, oppose your evil ways!

Standard justice speech: Happiness may be fleeting, but it will always return. However, when wise old women tell young maidens with broken hearts that there are many fish in the sea, they do not intend for those fish to then exit the sea and wreak havoc on land! For intentionally misinterpreting the lovingly given adages of those kindly people experienced in the ups and downs of lives lived with conviction and valor, you will not be forgiven! I, Tuxedo Kamen, will not stand for this gross injustice!

As an example versus Fiore for a redeemed Nephrite: Flowers have a language steeped in the history and tradition of secret love, and to twist those unspoken words into a message of hatred and destruction is unforgivable. You have taken the loneliness of a lost boy and disguised lies and maliciousness with a perverse mockery of the sweet perfume of floral linguistics, and I, Tuxedo Kamen, will not stand for it!

I'll kick my own ass: THE HOPES AND DREAMS OF YOUNG GIRLS ARE A PRECIOUS AND SACRED THING, AND IGNORING THEM IN FAVOR OF SELF-CASTIGATION IS A HEINOUS ACT OF VILLAINY THAT I WON'T STAND FOR. TUXEDO KAMEN, YOU HAVE BEHAVED UNFORGIVABLY! I, TUXEDO KAMEN, SHALL BE YOUR OPPONENT!

Jokingly, OOC: Those who break the rules of grocery store fast lane checkout lines are not only upsetting the social order but inconveniencing their fellow shoppers, who have joined the queue with the understanding that having fifteen items or less would allow them to escape the store and go home to make sandwiches for their loved ones in a timely fashion! Madoka Kaname, such behavior is unforgivable, and I won't stand for it! I, Tuxedo Kamen, shall be your opponent!!

On this blog: HOLD IT RIGHT THERE! Love of, shipping of, and identification with the values and travails of fictional characters are wholesome and safe occupations in which fans of all genders and ages should be allowed to participate. Ostensible other fans who levy the terrible crush of hatred and oppression on innocent shippers and character-lovers, filling bright loving hearts with shame, darkness, and misery, and who spread this hatred to new fans who haven't yet been allowed to form their own opinions of the intellectual property in question, cannot be forgiven! I will not stand for such inconsiderate behavior! I, Smokingbomber, shall be your opponent!

Versus King Endymion in the breakup arc: AS WELL YOU KNOW, King, my love for Sailor Moon is a sacred thing: she is a girl of great strength, kindness and care, and I have fallen in love with her no less than three separate times! Once in the life before this one, whose name you bear now, once as her sweet and clumsy self who was brought up in the arms of a loving family, and once as the self-sacrificing and strong Senshi of Mystery, the soldier who embraces all! It is this unparalleled paragon of love that draws the lost from darkness which is not to be toyed or tampered with in the interest of excising my faulty communication preconceptions! How dare you use that love to create a situation that causes her pain, taking advantage of my appalling social integration, even to attempt to correct that terrible personality flaw! It is a gross miscarriage of justice, and will not be tolerated! I, Tuxedo Kamen, shall be your opponent!

[feederandfeedee]

I've sort of a similar question but in reverse to the recent ask that wanted to know how to open up about feedism to her boyfriend; I am a man who is very interested in bigger women, simply put. I suppose there are two questions at hand, really;

1) Tips on opening up on being into the feedism from the feeder perspective to someone who doesn't know about it? Taking it slow, like all kink, is a given.

2) Tips on, shall we say, seducing someone into feedism? Essentially, how do you hit a feedee up without looking like a creep? I'm assuming that the person seems compatible enough in other ways for the relationship to be more than just a wankfest.

Okaayyyy let’s address this one.

1) It really doesn’t matter whether you’re a feeder or a feedee- my advice on “coming out” as a feedist remains the same. Show them a copy of the jar of kinks and be prepared to defend feedism if they have misconceptions.

2) I think you could really use help with this. One word. RESPECT. Categorizing your potential dates as either “wankfest” or “more than just a wankfest” gave me major creep vibes so you’ve definitely got some work to do. Also I’m confused? Are you seducing someone into feedism or are you approaching a feedee cause those seem like two entirely different situations. Or do you need tips on seducing someone that’s into feedism? I’m gonna make a judgement call and say that the latter of those options was what you meant. In that case let’s get into it. One thing to remember is that there’s a looootttt of men attempting to go after any given female feedee (I’m using male vs female because the asker is specified as male seeking advice for pursuing females). (Be respectful obviously) but you’ve also got to stand out a little bit. If I were in the game, only after setting up a detailed profile with pictures and interesting facts about myself and what I’m looking for (that focus less on feedism/fetishy stuff), I’d maybe draft up a message that I feel really confident about sending as an opener to someone I’m interested in. Then when you find someone you’re interested in, take that message template and jazz it up and personalize it enough to send out to that specific girl. Example:

Hey “name” [insert compliment here (don’t make this a sexualized compliment)], I think it’s so cool you’re into [mention something from her bio or a recent post she made (because you definitely did some digging on her page and looked at more than just her pics before sending this message)]. You know I [relate to that interest you just mentioned]! So it’s so cool too see someone else into that thing too! Oh btw wanted to ask [a question that you think she won’t be able to resist answering]. Anyways, yeah! I think you’re cool (or something like that) gonna go (say something cool here dork) and hope you message me back :)

Ok not the best but I literally came up with that in like 2 seconds. Notice how I mentioned the part about asking her a question that you think she won’t be able to resist answering. If you’ve read this far then you’re gonna get the juiciest tip in the world right now. I don’t reply to messages sent to me privately. Not ever. Unless someone mentions something that I just can’t resist putting my 2 cents in on. And I can assure you, everyone’s got something. If you happen to guess the right subject, then you’re guaranteed a reply.

Also, keep in mind that my advice is not fool proof. Just because you put the effort in doesn’t mean that the person you’re messaging owes you a response. Get comfortable with rejection. And listen, if you do what I say, and put a lot of effort into approaching a woman and she doesn’t reply, don’t immediately take that as a loss. Why would you want a reply from someone who doesn’t appreciate all the effort you put forth or see the value in that? The answer is you don’t, move on! You’ll find someone that does.

[ikeasupremacy]

"Write about a lonely experience you or someone you know had." - Edexcel GSCE English

i hate creative writing and i need to do it for my gcse so i did a 40 minute practice today and i thought this might make a cute post as some general imaginative writing bcs my english teacher liked it :3 1.2k words, warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of verbal abuse.

To my dearest Emilia,

I disagree with your letter. There is nothing I hate more than the feeling of nostalgia. In some of the literature I have been fortunate enough to obtain from my husband, nostalgia is depicted as a sweet emotion. Warm memories to look back on with a certain fondness that it seems I simply do not possess. In reality, we share opposing perspectives; there is nothing sweet, nor warm, nor fond about nostalgia.

Nostalgia is nothing more than a bitter void of memorabilia one can never return to. You can kick, scream, beg, cry, claw, scratch, yet our gracious God will never let us go back in time. It is something I feel that I will forever grapple with, during those quiet, bone-chilling moments when I am laying in bed, with nothing to distract me from this lust thoughts for these times I shall never return to. I will never again hear my mother’s laugh. I will never again feel the crisp Autumnal chill of my childhood home’s gardens.

A story I look back on with utmost bitterness, is that of a man. I tell you this tale solely because I have utmost trust in your judgement and your secrecy, within the right that once you have read this letter, it will not meet the gaze of any other person within your household, or God permit, the eyes of anyone else on this Earth.

My Emilia, beware of the married men. They will attempt to seduce you. It is a lie. They will lie, and they will lie, and the moment you even consider a facet of his lies to be truth, you will be trapped within his web, alike to the spider and the fly. We are their prey, and you cannot afford to let yourself be swept up within their tomfoolery. Men are often the downfall of the women of our time, as we are boundlessly trusting to their manipulation due to the nature of our female friendships and the echo chambers of our fathers. I am unsure about your father’s attitiudes towards boys, but mine restricted every potential interaction I could possibly have with one. As a matured woman, I of course now sympathise with his intent, however it had the domino effect of my naivety surrounding the nature of a man.

Further, men are immune to the scandalous nature of a relationship out of wedlock. While the woman they have sullied ends up forever tainted by the ghost of his touch, the shame of her child, knocked down from grace, he remains on his high horse. The very woman whom he laid his hands on, he now treats as an unclean animal, unworthy of respect, looked upon with disdain.

The man who seduced me is irrelevant. His identity is not something you need to know. He was everything I could have wanted. He told me I was his dove, his one and only, even offered me his hand in marriage. With the nature of my family, of course, this was all behind closed doors. He showed his truth one single time, and I let him have me, the clandestine nature of the event leaving me in silent, yet ineffable happiness. I had finally subverted my father’s dictator-like nature, the teenage thrill of rebellion as intoxicating as the most potent drug. At the age you are, I assume you will be able to understand this sentiment better than I could ever describe it now. He showed his truth to me that one single time, a stolen intimacy more valuable than anything I had ever posessed before. Pearls, diamonds, mansions, within my mind they all paled in comparison at the thought of being able to call this man, mine. This artwork of a man, this masterpiece, he was my everything. I don’t expect you to understand the nature of love yet. But, it is fervent. It is addictive. It is only when you feel it, yourself, that you can even begin to fathom why those in the poems, and the books, lost their minds for it, fought the wars for it, because I would have fought a war for him.

Love is sweet. But being denied it, is where my bitterness arises from. I noticed as my menstrual cycle did not come the following month, nor the month after that. And within my naive trust, I told him this. Still now, looking back on these events, within my head, I did everything right. I did everything right. Yet, he shunned me. He shamed me. He swore at me, told me the baby couldn’t possibly be his. It was a child out of wedlock, I had betrayed his trust, every word he said destroying the masterpiece of an impression he had built for himself, crumbling, falling apart, as the tears streamed from my eyes.

My child only grew. I still lived with my parents, and there was no plausible way for me to justify myself. Even then, when they inevitably found out, they too treated me with the judging stares, and the pitying looks from my handmaidens feel burned into my eyelids. I missed your Aunt Jemima’s wedding, for a child whom I did not even have.

I will admit what I have admitted to nobody else, within this letter, now. When I gave birth to this child, the excruciating nine months later, I had already planned out how I was going to frame its’ death. The maidens would have found her within her cot, no longer breathing. The ghost of my hands would lay upon her red neck, a fallen shelf upon the cot. And if that did not work, she would wake up during the night crying, covered within the lesions of cowpox, carefully extracted from those of an infected milkmaid.

Yet, the child was stillborn. As I was expected to by society, I wore black. I mourned. I withdrew myself from them all, and I wasn’t missed by a single one of them. But it was not my child I was mourning. I felt nothing towards that lump of flesh. When it left my uterus, and I cradled it within my arms, this breathless, blood-coated creature, I felt no semblance of motherly tenderless. Not one drop of it. Rather, the impulse I held back was that of to throw it onto the floor, without a second regard, and wash myself immediately. I did not mourn my child, I mourned my freedom. I mourned the loss of my girlhood. My acceptance in society. The days of innocence, when I could walk among the streets of London, among our fellow nobles, and recieve not one judging stare.

It may be twenty years later, but I feel no nostalgia for the love I held during that time. I feel no fondness, no warmth, and although I will not deny the brief moments of calm, the fingertip brush of love that I almost held within my palms, there is nothing but hate in my heart for that time, and nothing but resent within me for what I was put through, by no fault of my own. While there are certainly moments on which I may look back on, the reminder of how life was before I was tainted acts as nothing but a crippling comparison to how I have been treated by this society ever since.

Negate nostalgia, Emilia. Do not engage with it. If you forget every exchange or letter we have ever sent, let this be the one you recall with vivid emotion. Whether it be for your mother’s laugh, the crisp Autumnal air, or for your first love, nostalgia is not an emotion to be reckoned with lightly. It is soul-destroying, and do not speak of it as any less.

Yours forevermore,

Aunt Kate.

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a/n : HAHAHAH I FEEL LIKE ITS SO BLOCKY AND WEIRD BUT MY ENGLISH TEACHER SAID IT WOULD GET ME A GOOD MARK SO HERE WE ARE! also if you can catch the taylor swift references tell me aha

Goodnight Mis Amigos

[yhwhrulz]

Worthy Brief - November 18, 2024

Integrity is greater than walls!

Revelation 17:14 These shall make war with the Lamb, and the Lamb shall overcome them: for he is Lord of lords, and King of kings: and they that are with him are called, and chosen, and faithful.

The Great Wall of China is one of the Seven Wonders of the World. It stretches over 4,000 miles (6,400 KM) and was built to protect China from the barbaric hordes to the north. The designers of the wall made it so high that it could not be scaled, so thick that it could not be penetrated, and so long that no one could go around it.

Yet, during the first hundred years of the wall's existence China was successfully invaded three times, without the wall having been climbed or breached. So how, you ask, did the invaders raid China? Well, the problem wasn't the wall – it was the gatekeepers! In each of these invasions the barbarians simply bribed the gatekeepers who opened the gates, so the enemies just walked right through.

The protection of the Great Wall of China was only as secure as its gatekeepers. What a lesson, since, don't we all also have "gates to keep"…our eyes, and our ears, and our mouth? No matter how strong we may feel, we can never forget that these points of entry will be seen by our enemies and there will be attempts to bribe or seduce us so they can break through. We must not allow the "barbaric hordes" to invade our lives by failing to keep careful watch at these entry points –our integrity and our authority depend on the security of our gates!

Your family in the Lord with much agape love,

George, Baht Rivka, Obadiah and Elianna (Melbourne, Florida)

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[mandeepdrivingschool]

Driving Basics: How to Keep Your Car Within the Speed Limit

In the process of learning how to drive, the capacity to stick to the allowed speed is one of the most important aspects that should be developed. It is crucial for drivers to note that speeding is not just an offense that can be considered as committing a small infraction, but instead, it is a very dangerous act that leads to enhancement of the frequency of accidents, not to mention the various legal implications that are likely to follow. In today's world of new technologies where new cars seduce with their advanced dynamic capabilities it is more crucial to exercise control and to be conscious about the speed.

Road safety entails avoiding speeding because this will help other people on the roads. It could also reduce cases where one has to risk overtaking or driving at high speed since all travels could have been well planned to fit the available safer road space. The concept of speed management goes beyond simply following the speed limit, it is about safety for oneself and others.

Enrolling in the best car driving school in South Delhi is crucial, as they focus on teaching safe driving and speed management—not just car control. This training is key for anyone aiming to become a responsible driver in today's fast-paced world.

Here are Some Invaluable Tips to Stay within Speed Limits

Focus is Key

The road requires your full attention. Continuing a phone call, listening to loud music, or engaging in a discussion can contribute to causing unintentional speeding. By keeping your eyes on the road you are able to make sure that your speed does not escape your notice.

Regular Speedometer Checks

Another basic rule applies to checking your speedometer frequently in order not to overspeed. It is important to get into the habit of looking down the road occasionally, even if it is a known and preferred route, as it can prevent one from going over the speed limit without realizing it.

Observe Speed Limit Signs

There are intentionally installed sign posts having speed limits and which are likely to be posted near regions with constantly changing speed limits such as near schools or construction sites. These are some signs that one should consider and maintain a given speed to avoid exceeding the legal set limit.

Evaluate Your Driving Behavior

It is helpful to consider why you might speed—perhaps it is the adrenaline, perhaps you are always running behind schedule, or perhaps it is to match the rest of the drivers. It is recommended to learn about these triggers and try to modify the driving behavior accordingly. Just as leaving at an earlier time can address the question of having to accelerate can help.

Understanding Speed Limits

Of course, it is essential to recognize that speed limits are a legal provision, and they shall not be considered benchmarks. There can be circumstances such as the obstacles on the road, pedestrian crossings, and unfavorable weather conditions that require driving at slower speeds. All the above factors are important and need to be taken into consideration so as to avoid dreadful accidents.

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[jamescecils]

for: @julicnn.

location: pageant uwu 

     Idle, happy, and plump with contentment; a distant and haughty demeanour was the result of James' entirely scandalous choice of attire -- intrigue lay not in his manner of dress, but with whom he had declared himself, as his other half. Thomas Wyatt flounced about the room -- he was as silly and frivolous a little flirt, as a sensible woman was love sick enough to marry. Erebus, his Julian, was generally devoted to the serene; the merriment, soothed him into a gentle mood. The league of acquaintanceship struck up between Erebus and Eros was not one quickly dissolved; true companionship and admiration, lay buried there. 

James endeavoured to seduce Julian's attentions by means of temptation -- beckoning the other to an open chair, he whispered to him low. "Let us talk no more of Florence; no good will come of it. Shall we turn perhaps, to the acknowledgement that many a fine lady has asked me to describe the current state of your heart? Whether it turns to love, or at least lust, at last? I am a pious man -- but I offer you my services entirely." Julian was tall, handsome, and well-made; there was such a clearness of health in his cheeks, and a vivacity in his cheerful, fine eyes. People esteemed it a grievous pity the man had lost a bride, and seemed unwilling to claim another -- but Julian was a man of sensitive feelings, and grief was something he did not comprehend, but simply endured.  "The identity of your partner this eve has not escaped me, dear friend -- it puzzles me, but I will demand no explanation beyond what your heart wishes to divulge." 

[chosenrule]

@ofrhapsodos:

           “ you are the catastrophe, ”  e’s long drag cut short / impatience’ snap aft’ a beat dramatic,  “ i like to see–and in knowing this      know yourself to be right. ”

     copper furrows over slits of blue. sephiroth remains a distraction disproportionate to our ability to– yes, focus ( bastard that he is. ) focus, on what shifts do belie his stillness…learning to read him like another language; the delicacy of a thrill in this world terminally dull. genesis’ nose wrinkles in revolt.

     mustn’t let him know.

                     “ nonetheless, i’ll settle for lightly singing tseng’s underwear      come monday’s meeting. ”  monotony plucks curiosity’s wings / a façade / teeth grit against mirth.  “ lesser amusements, i suppose…     but, you could always gird your delectable loins and                               join me for a night of improv instead. ”

     ( the theatre sort. ) likely to sway sephiroth? perhaps not. it matters little - the wheedling itself is a joy privileged. up & out sephiroth’s chair / gen slides onto desk’s corner instead. “ surely— ”  leant in toward a man taller, he cranes to find those eyes,    “ —no small number of imaginative dramatic bastards   could intimidate you..? ”

Bemusement twitched its wicked way into the corner of pallid lips despite himself. Perhaps a shred of truth could be found in such words -- was it not he himself encouraging such... Shall we say, office inappropriate behavior? Yes, Sephiroth, calamity of the HR department. T’was sure to catch on any day now, given a breath more time and fanning.

“One must take what’s within grasp and burn it away, no?” Yet he pauses a breath, eyes no less bright for a prospect otherwise deemed out of his depth. Likely to go? Perhaps, perhaps... But liable to interact with the activities of the night? Do the stars sing of the fallacies of the fowl below? “No doubt what you intend for me should I agree -- or rather, simply my dignity.”

To think of it. Him, acting out the lines of a play. Not the most absurd idea in the world, he’ll spare Genesis this and this alone -- but the simple truth remained that Sephiroth’s acting skills upon a stage left a great deal to be desired. No different to a dancing bear, he had no presence. No sense of wooing the audience about. Still.... There were like to be worse ways of spending an evening; at worst, true, he made a fool of himself, but even then it was time spent alongside one of two precious beyond measure. ( Now whether that descriptor was something he’d cop to... The wording was always wrong. Yes, that was it. The phrasing, not his awkward grasp of emotion. )

Instinct bade Sephiroth closer, hand upon his fellow’s knee. “Why would I be when the greatest of their ilk sits before me?”

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Writing female villains

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POV : you’re a female villain in fiction. You’re badass and can beat up a dozen men at once, but you have no other personality besides either being cold or always using your feminine charms to seduce men. You’re also fully devoted to the main male villain. I'm tired of seeing the lack of well-written female villains, so let’s change that, shall we? Here are some tips for writing a good and well-developed female villain!

1. Their personality

I always get excited whenever there's a badass female villain, but then, boom. They're simply two-dimensional women who has no other personality besides being hot, badass and beating up men. Yes, we all love a badass hot lady, but not when she's boring.

Give us someone with an interesting personality, a well-rounded backstory, complex morals, and literally anything else that you would give your male villains. Instead of simply either emotionless or overly cheerful, give us ambitious, creative, and resourceful female villains. Give us a witty woman who cracks jokes in the middle of battle. Give us normal women.

2. Motivations

I've noticed that most of the time, the motivation of female villains is either driven by love or their desire to seek approval from a more powerful man, while male villains have all types of motivations, like ruling the world, gaining immortality, or rebuilding civilization.

See the difference? Why not give your female villains a motivation centered around them, instead of another man? I'm not saying that romance is a bad motivation - but it's just a widely applied stereotype that would be nice to change for once.

3. Make them likable

I can make a list of male antagonists who people love, but would hate their female counterparts. It’s pretty annoying, so give your female villain likeable traits. If she’s ruthless, you can make her a good leader who cares about her people. If she’s cold, you can make her a determined person who’d stop at nothing to reach her goals. You don’t have to make her likable as a person - she’s a villain after all - but please try to make her likable as a villain.

4. Complex morality

Give your female villains a complex morality - terrible things that she doesn’t mind doing and some lines that she will never cross. Maybe she’s fine with killing others, but she would never let one of her people die. Maybe she’s doing evil things, but for a greater good. Or alternatively, you can even make her completely ruthless!

5. Purpose

Please, please give your female villain a purpose in the story besides just looking hot and badass. Think about what will happen to the storyline if she wasn't in it. If the plot will fall apart, then you're good to go. Also, another thing, don't kill her off so quickly if she's the only female villain in the story. It gives the impression that they're easier to defeat than male ones.

6. Examples

The ATLA/TLOK universe has the best female villains I've ever seen, periodt.

Take Azula, for example. Yes, she works for a bigger male villain, but she doesn't need him. In fact, she accomplished everything without the help of that useless excuse of a Fire Lord. She could literally get rid of him and take the throne for herself if she wanted to. She also has a complex backstory which makes people understand her, a rich personality, and is completely ruthless. True, she's a horrible person, but I love her as a villain.

Then, there's Kuvira from TLOK. Unlike Azula, she's doing evil things for a cause that she believes is good. Eventually, she realizes that her actions are wrong, and turns herself in, which was the beginning of her redemption arc. She has a good backstory, complicated morality, and she doesn't answer to any man. She even has a love interest who has nothing to do with her villain arc, which I love.

Writers, give us more female villains whose arc doesn't revolve around men.

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

i have a mad thomas x reader request where reader is forced to marry thomas (idk how just-) and is disgusted about it but eventually ends up liking him.(? idk how to explain myself:’)

No one look at me,,,,,,,,,,also this is heavily inspired by the Scarlet Letter and was supposed to be a tad darker but I copped out (also someone asked for a pregnant reader recently so this + that = this fic)

A Lie They Would Believe (Mad Thomas x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: dark themes, 1600 standards, values, and laws, affairs/cheating, ex-relationship with the pastor is mentioned, Thomas is Thomas, mentions of drinking, webs of lies, public humiliation, AFAB and Fem reader, pregnant reader, pre-marital pregnancy solved a la shotgun marriage, twisted win-win situation turns into love?, slow burn(?),

Word Count: 3.7k

You could accept your punishment with a turned cheek, you told yourself over and over again.

You could stare out at the audience of towns people, even as the sun beat on your face. You could stare out into the angry faces of the elders, into the pitying faces of your friends. Into the ashamed faces of your parents. But, you could not look at Cyrus Miller.

You'd missed your blood two months ago. You'd begged, prayed, everyday that it would come. But, the only thing that came was the morning sickness. You'd tried to hide it, tried to think of what to do. But, when you placed your hand over your stomach, you couldn't bring yourself to find the hag in the forest. And, when your mother held your spotless, white sheets in your face, you'd crumbled. You confessed in the privacy of your room as if you were confessing in church. You told her everything.

Well, almost.

"Tell us his name!" Cyrus said, a voice that you couldn't force to fall into the background. "Tell us the name of your accomplice and you shall suffer no more." He said, and you wanted to believe him. You let your eyes close for a moment, but your lips did not move. Your mouth did not open. "Tell us the father's name, so that your baby will not be born a bastard!" He said, and his hand reached out to grab your arm. His grip was strong and tight, unlike the caresses you'd become so accustomed to with him. While his words begged you to say the name, his name, the action spoke differently. You peeled open your eyes and looked up at him, at his raven hair and kind face. His dark, soft eyes. Tears pricked the corners of your own eyes, hard and glassy as you looked up at him. But, you were silent. Even as some of the townspeople yelled for you to confess.

But, how could you tell them that it was your persecutor who was the father of your child? That your pastor, the leader of this town, had sinned so egregiously? He had a wife, a daughter. You'd known both of those things when you'd fallen for him, but it was harder to ignore in the harsh sunlight. When both of them stood in front of you.

You knew you'd have to face punishment. Sex before marriage was a crime after all, completely forbidden. To think they didn't know you were an adulterer also. You didn't know what it'd be, but you knew you'd have no option but to accept it when it came. You'd already made your peace with it, made your peace with whatever God could condemn you to. Perhaps, you'd have to live alone, wear a scarlet letter on your breast. Perhaps, they'd cast you out completely, and you'd be shunned. Perhaps, they'd hang you. You touched your stomach at that thought. Perhaps, there were certain punishments you couldn't bear.

Your lips only fell open when a voice yelled,

"It was I." And a gasp fell from your mouth. Your head turned, snapped towards the voice. Towards the sea of faces that was the crowd. But, you knew that voice. "It's my child." He said, and your eyes fell on a face you knew all too well. And, at that moment, you knew exactly what type of punishment God had set out for you.

Mad Thomas.

***

The day had gone by in a blur.

Over and over in your head, one question repeated itself. Why? It was almost loud enough to drown out the constant whispers, the stories being spun by every person who seemed to have a tongue.

Union couldn't seem to stop talking about it. Of when it started, how long it'd been going on, when the pair of you had even had time to sneak off. You'd even heard a young Constance Berman whisper about how she'd always known something was going on between the two of you, only to be shushed by her older sister as you passed. As you'd been let free of the top of the church steps.

You'd been left outside, left out in the sun. Inside the church went your father, the pastor, and Thomas. You had no idea what Thomas was going to say, what lies he was going to spin.

You couldn't bring yourself to leave, to speak. You felt as though a blanket of white noise had covered your ears, covered your mind. You were surprised, to say the least. You'd thought a wave of devastation had washed over you the first moment you'd realized you were with child, but this? It made it seem like ripples in a pond. The only thing you could do was stare at the church door and wait for them to come out. But, you felt a warm arm wrap around your waist and you turned to see the face of your mother.

"Come," She said, and you looked back at the door blankly. You didn't want to leave. You wanted to be there when they came out. But, you couldn't find the words to say or the strength to keep your feet firm. So, you let her guide you away from the crowd, and towards your house.

It was only later that you were told you and Thomas were to be married by the end of the month.

***

You and Thomas were never allowed a moment alone. You didn't know whether to be relieved or not, but Thomas, a man who you quickly found was far more confusing than you thought, was playing a charade. He brought you flowers, carried your water pail for you, and even took you on chaperoned walks. You, however, were stony and stiff, barely able to contain your disgust for him. It was on your first walk that you whispered,

"Why? Why are you doing this?" And, for a moment, the incorrigible man seemed to pretend not to hear you. He glanced over his shoulder, as if the wind was at his ear instead, and you saw him cast a sly glance to the man behind them. It was one of your father's friends, walking only about two yards behind you. Finally, when he decided he was far away enough, he responded,

"Would you rather I had let them cast you out? Let you and your child starve in the woods?" Thomas said back, the most sober you'd ever heard him. It seemed that apart of your father's deal with him was that he cut back on the drink. He didn't even stumble as he walked.

"Don't pretend you did this out of charity. Why, Thomas?" You asked, and you, for only a moment, reached out to touch his arm. You pulled it back just as quick, hoping that your chaperone hadn't seen. Thomas looked down at the action, before he smirked and shook his head.

"Aren't we a perfect match?" He asked, and you gave him a look of confusion. He continued with, "You think I don't know what people say about me? Don't you see, girl? It doesn't matter if your father is the best woodworker, or the richest in Union anymore. No one would have you, or your bastard child. Except me." He said, and you almost couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. He continued, his words a whisper now, "Besides, it's a lie they would believe." You stared at him, flabbergasted by his words. Flabbergasted by how right he was.

Thomas had, well, a reputation. It wasn't out of character for his wedding to be one out of necessity, and perhaps it earned you some pity from the townspeople. How many women had Thomas seduced? And how many of them could truly judge you? Not to mention, his words left one thing clear.

So, it was my dowry, you thought. It wasn't an unheard of reason, and it made sense given the man you were talking to. Your father had been avoiding selling you off, even as you reached far into your womanhood. And, surely, your father would never have considered him under any normal circumstance, but now...You didn't seem to have much of a choice.

Thomas paused, picking up one of the wildflowers and handing it to you. You took it, knowing now that you had to play along. That you had to act as if he truly was the father of your child, and not someone as foreign to you as the land outside of Union.

"Your father was going to start building us a house. I was thinking right here," Thomas said, his voice only slightly louder for the chaperone to hear, but you barely paid attention. You were staring down at the yellow flower in your hands, before you glanced up at the man in front of you.

He was tall, but his hair was lighter. His cheeks were stubbly and his eyes- They were a clear blue. Almost the same shade as the sky above you. You watched as he talked, as he laid out his plan. And, while the idea of being married to anyone that you didn't love sickened you, you tried to tell yourself that it wouldn't be as terrible as you felt it would be.

***

You and Thomas sat out in the sun, where you were making a flower crown and he was rambling about one thing or the other. You'd gotten very good at pretending to be in love, even in the span of only a couple of weeks.

You gave him smiles and laughter, and he gave you gifts or stole a caress. It was enough to stir the people of Union so no one would be the wiser. And, with your father at his station a short way across the field, the pair of you could be somewhat alone. But, still within viewing distance.

"You're not listening." Thomas said, and you smiled to yourself for a moment. You looked at the finished crown, before you looked up and reached over to where he was laying on the blanket. He was half-sitting up, and you placed the flower crown atop his head as you said,

"Yes, I was." You replied simply as you adjusted it, and Thomas stared at you and gave a small scoff. He caught your hand as you went to pull it away, his grip loose. He held it almost gently, and said,

"Then kiss me." And your brows drew together. A quick,

"What?" Fell from your lips, and you watched how Thomas smiled. He laughed, letting your hand go as he said,

"So, you weren't listening-" But you were quick to interrupt him.

"Why would- Why?" The idea- the simple idea was preposterous. Why would you kiss him? In broad daylight no less? The suggestion made you nervous, made a weird feeling start in your stomach. And, you ignored how this feeling wasn't entirely unfamiliar.

"They're going to expect us to kiss on our wedding day, girl. Shouldn't we have some practice?" He said, and you thought perhaps the first time he proposed it had been kinder. You stared at him, thinking over his words. Thomas waited, reaching out to touch your skirt. It was only to pick at it for a moment, before he drew his hand away.

You couldn't tell if that was the only reason Thomas wanted to kiss you, if there wasn't some ulterior motive somewhere. You wouldn't put it past him. But, really, he was right. Not to mention, while the pair of you had been affectionate, had you been affectionate enough?

That's what was so aggravating about Thomas. He was always right. He saw clear through whatever facade anyone put up, and saw the truth. Perhaps, that's why he was such a good liar.

Perhaps, that's why he was staring at you.

"Fine." You said, before you looked over your shoulder. You were in the field, but you were more or less a public spectacle. You could hear Thomas draw closer, feel the warmth of his hand reach for your arm.

"Let them look." He said as he gave a tug on your arm, and you turned back to face him. It was strange to hear him say that, such a stark difference from what you were used to. To have him so close was different than before, but Thomas didn't close the gap. You supposed he was waiting for you to do that. He whispered, "Well?" And, finally, you did. It was a short kiss, a quick stolen one. Still, it made Thomas smile. "So chaste." He let out a small laugh, and it was your turn to scoff. "Are you sure-" And you could guess what he was going to say. You kissed him again, if only to silence him. It was deeper, firmer than your last had been. And you hated to admit that you didn't hate it. Thomas was well-practiced, and the feeling of his thumb grazing your cheek was nearly as warm as the feeling of the sun on your back. It made another feeling start, one that you tried to stamp out that very second. You pulled away again, cutting it short. Thomas, for just a moment, tried to follow you before he pulled back. He had a small smile on his face, one he didn't try to hide as he pushed his hair back.

"You're practiced." You said quietly, the closest thing to a compliment you could give him. You'd heard rumors of him galavanting with the likes of Abbi Berman and some of the others. Perhaps, there was some truth to them. Thomas glanced over, and returned the words,

"Aye, so are you." When he smiled and glanced down at your belly, you knew the jab had been intended. And, unfortunately, he'd managed to make you laugh.

***

You knew it was coming. You had prepared yourself for it. Before the wedding, the pastor would counsel both of you. And, he was going to counsel you first.

You stood in a dress your mother had made, with your corset done loosely as not to press on your stomach. You'd been staring out the window, at the cloudless day and the happy faces of your town. Why shouldn't they be happy? It was the day for a celebration.

You'd even caught glimpses of Thomas. Your mother was fussing over him, and Issac had swiped his pouch. He looked- Well, you could tell he'd been scrubbed down. Most of his teeth were still black, but in clean clothes and with a clean face...Perhaps, he didn't look terrible. You tilted your head, and, almost as if he could feel you staring, Thomas' head turned. He caught your eyes, and reflected your posture with a tilt of his own head. It made you smile, something you found was less forced the more time you spent with him. Your head turned from him when you heard someone come in.

"Wonderful day for a wedding." Cyrus said as he closed the door to the chapel, and you tried to manage a smile. "Sit." He said, and gestured to one of the pews. You did, and you both kept your distance. The chapel was dim, only lit by the light outside. The pair of you were silent for a moment, before Cyrus said, "The magistrate is here. He seems eager to start. Do you," He paused for a moment. "Do you have any doubts?" And you felt that the question was not quite as empty as anyone else would think.

You'd been staring at your hands, and you finally lifted your gaze to him. To his deep, dark brown eyes. After a moment, you found your voice.

"None at all. Thomas is- He shall be the father to his child, and he shall be my husband. I shall do my duties, and, I- I love him." It was hard to say, at least when Cyrus sat in front of you. "What is there to doubt?" You asked, your question equally as heavy. While none of you would say it plainly, you knew from the way he looked over your face that he understood you perfectly. The pair of you would never confess your secret, and you'd let the hatchet be buried. Forgotten.

"Does he know?" Cyrus asked, and you knew what it sounded like. In case any of the others were listening. Like he was asking if your soon to be husband knew you loved him. The question couldn't be more disguised. Really, his eyes said, Does he know about us?

"Yes. Or, I think he does." You replied, and you watched how Cyrus reached to touch his clean-shaven face. His face was half hidden by his hand, but you could see his eyes were disturbed. A secret was harder to keep the more people knew, but you said, "And he loves me. He'd do anything to keep this union." You told him, and you hoped he got your meaning. When Cyrus glanced at you, you guessed he did. Silently, your eyes said, If he does, Thomas won't tell. And, after a pause, Cyrus let out a sigh.

"Then, there seems little I have to counsel you on."

***

"Have you thought of a name?" Thomas asked you, and you hummed.

You were picking at your sheet, looking towards the window. It had been months, five if not nearly six. Your baby was due in only a few weeks now, and you still hadn't decided. Your husband, a word to describe him that didn't seem so weird now, laid besides you facing up towards the roof.

Thomas, well, he was not what you thought. He had a good, if not sometimes strange, sense of humor, and did not bruise easily from even the harshest words. He could take care of himself, after years of doing so, and, subsequently, you as well. Your mother and the mid-wife still came by to make sure you were in good health, but Thomas had most of it handled. He was a little lazy when it came to work, especially the work your father tried to give him, but he seemed to find that the work that came with having his own house agreed with him. The pair of you had become- Well, familiar. That was the word you would use. You couldn't say, nearly six months later, that it was still just pretending.

Still, Thomas didn't touch you in any way you wouldn't want him to, and you had to lift your head to throw a glance back to him.

"I have some ideas. Perhaps, if it's a girl," You paused, a sly grin coming to your face, "We could name her Abigail." And you watched him scoff and roll his eyes, even lift his head off of his arm for a moment as he said,

"Absolutely not." And you snickered to yourself as you went back to facing away from him. It was just a jest, a reference to an old dalliance of his, but Thomas, if anything, was fun to tease. The only issue was that Thomas was just as sharp when it came to his wit. "Y'know- Fine. Then, if it's a boy, we shall name him Cyrus." And you let out a noise of protest. You tried to roll over, declaring,

"No!" And now it was Thomas' turn to laugh. He placed a hand on your shoulder, trying to ease you back down. You let him, and even reached to hold his arm. To pull him closer. He followed, and you guided his hand above your bulging stomach as the pair of you adjusted. "Fine- Neither of those names. But, we must think of something." You told him, feeling as he stretched his fingers over where your baby grew. He held you, his warmth against your back. His hand rubbing your stomach lightly.

It made a strange sense of warmth fill you, one you couldn't blame from body-heat. And, it wasn't so terrible that you tried to push it, or him, away.

***

"She cries like no other child in Union." Thomas said as he climbed into your bed. You were supposed to be resting, healing, even weeks, nearly two months, after your child's birth. You felt like you'd been confined to your bed for so long that you were starting to become a part of it. Thomas was only here for the break your father gave him half-way through the day. Still, you smiled to yourself from where you laid on your side, and said,

"Perhaps, it is your smell that disturbs her." You said, your voice thick with sleep but a cheeky grin working onto your face. You shouldn't have prompted him, because he took the opportunity to drape himself heavily over your back.

"Oh, should I sleep outside tonight then?" He asked, and you giggled when you felt his stubble tickling your cheek.

It was already long into the day, and you'd become lazy from bed-rest. It felt far too nice to have his warmth wrapped around you, to where you nearly wanted to fall asleep. You had grown too used to it now, and you could barely imagine a night without it.

"I never said that." You responded, and turned your face back towards the softness of your pillow. You felt Thomas' hand raise, his fingertips brush against your cheek. He was being brave, especially when you felt his lips brush against your neck. It made you bite your lip, a twinge of something not so unfamiliar swirling in your belly. You wondered if he would continue. Hell, you wanted him to. But, it was nothing more than that.

Thomas, to your surprise, had more restraint than you would've assumed. He kissed your cheek, went to stand, and excused himself with,

"Your father will begin to wonder where I am." And you lifted your head to watch him step away, before you settled back down. He was clean, cleaner than he had been when he'd been sleeping in the outhouse. His hair was softer and longer, tied away from his face. And his arms seemed stronger, perhaps from the days of working with your father. He was, if you dared to think so, a kind sight to your eyes now. "Sleep. I'll be back by the time you wake." He told you, and, as he left, you found yourself hoping he was right.

[make-me-imagine]

Shall We Dance?

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 8 - 'Fake Date/Partner'

**Part Two**

Pairing: Jack Daniels "Whiskey" x Gn!Reader *Readers code-name is 'Vesper' (which yes, is a type of drink to stay on theme)

Warnings: Mentions of spiking a drink (with a tracking device thing)

A/N's: This is an AU in which Whiskey did not become a bad guy. I used Mx. as the gender neutral form or Mrs./Mr.; so fill it in to your own preference.

Words: 3.7k

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As a Statesmen agent; you worked in the stealth and spying sector, remaining unseen and unknown. So, going on undercover missions was not particularly your forte, nor was going on missions with other agents, let alone agents like Jack Daniels.

After reporting to Champagne about the information you received on an organization rising to attempt an overthrow of an important government sector, he told you to report to Washington. Only once you got there did you figure out why exactly he sent you.

You were to attend a correspondents' charity gala to meet with the leader of this organization; who in this situation was a federal judge. Once you are introduced, it was your job to spike him with a micro-gps tracker to later track down where he and his followers meet. The micro-gp was embedded in an untraceable drug that would not leave his system for over 30 hours. Unfortunately this meant you might have to seduce him in some form to get him alone, or at least to have a drink with you.

After asking Champagne why it was you who had to go, he convinced you it was because you were the only one with an abundance of information on the members of the organization. And when you asked him why Jack Daniels was sitting in your hotel room, he simply responded with “The judge doesn’t go for just anyone, he goes for those already taken. The man likes a challenge.”

‘Oh. So it’s that kind of mission.’ You remember thinking to yourself. “Nice of you to have told me beforehand Champagne.” You said with dripping sarcasm before hanging up with him.

You had known Jack for a few years now, and though his constant flirting would often get on your nerves you had a soft spot for him. Well, maybe more than a soft spot. You couldn’t help but get nervous around him, as butterflies often bombarded your stomach every time you were around him. This of course, annoyed you to no end.

You took solace in the times you were not around him; hoping that the feelings you were seeming to develop would disappear. But in those times when you wouldn’t see him for days, or weeks at a time; you found yourself missing him. And, much to your annoyance, every time you saw his face or heard his voice again, the butterflies would flood back.

And in this very situation, when he smiled at you from the window seat of your hotel room, the butterflies seemed more powerful than ever.

“Agent Whiskey.” You greeted him with an almost unusual tone of professionalism.

He rose from his seat and grinned at you, before quickly making his face stoic and lowering his voice a bit “Vesper.” He said in an almost mocking tone.

You rolled your eyes lightly before throwing your bag on the bed, trying to suppress the smile that threatened to form. “How did you get dragged into this then?” You asked him, attempting to sound casual to hide your ever growing nerves.

“Actually, I volunteered.” He said as he walked up next to you.

You could feel him staring at your face, as if trying to catch a moment you might slip up, and show your true feelings. But you were a professional, not to mention stubborn. Straightened up you turned to him, your face even “Now why would you do that?”

“Well-” He began, a smirk evident on his face “When I heard you needed to attend a gala, partnered up with someone to be your beloved, well I just couldn’t resist.”

“You should have tried harder.” You replied back making his smirk turn into a crooked grin.

Turning back to your bag, you ignored his continued gaze as you took out your outfit for the gala “I hate undercover missions.” You said casually “There’s a reason I prefer the stealth sector.”

Whiskey took a small step closer, his chest now barely pressed against your shoulder “There’s no need to be nervous darlin’, I’ll be there the whole time.”

You rolled your eyes lightly as you smirked to yourself “And what if you make me even more nervous?” You asked quietly with a joking tone before you moved to put your clothes in the closet.

Whiskey smiled from his place at the bed after you spoke, but doubt played on his mind. He made you nervous. But was that good, or bad?

- - - - -

After devising a plan with Whiskey before the gala you got ready in the bathroom. Checking over yourself in the mirror once more, you jumped slightly when there was a knock on the door.

Whiskey's voice called out through the door “You done yet?” He asked, his voice clearly laced with some annoyance.

You rolled our eyes “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” You called out before walking to the door and yanking it open. Walking out and past Whiskey who was standing by the door, you walked to your bag to make sure you had the micro-gps to slip into the judges drink. Glancing back at Whiskey, you did a double-take as you realized how heavily he was staring at you.

“What?” You asked as you stood up straighter, feeling nervous all of a sudden.

He shook his head lightly as a smile spread across his face “Just wasn’t expecting you to look like that.”

You glanced down at your outfit, sure it was pretty extravagant, but so was his, so was everyone’s surely. You looked back up at him, a bit of perplexion on your face “Look like what?”

“Well, that...Attractive.” He said quickly. Seeing a small quirk of offense on your face he quickly reiterated “Not that you aren’t normally attractive, you are, this is just-” he motioned his hands around vaguely “A different type, you look...great.” He finally said, lost for any other words.

You shuffled a bit in your place “Thanks. You look good too.” You added on before turning back to what you were doing. Whiskey smiled at you from behind, taking the opportunity to look you over more.

- - - - -

As you walked towards the large mansion, behind various people entering, you had your arm looped through Jack’s. You looked up and around at the large house, only some of the countless windows lit. “What do you do with that many room’s.” You said randomly.

Jack looked from you and then up at the house. He shrugged his head a bit “I’ve got no idea. Half of ‘em are probably empty.”

You silently agreed as you approached the doorway. You showed your invitations before being led in, your coats being taken as you were welcomed. You caught Jack’s eyes grazing over you again, and tried to push away the heat rising up your neck.

Once in the main room, your eyes scanned across the people's faces. You recognized many from the organization, but your eyes remained locked on one man, in the center of the group. You leaned your head towards Jack’s ear and he leaned in to meet you “The man at the center of the group, dark blue suit, obnoxious grin, that’s him.”

Jack nodded, looking him over he squinted a bit, just now really realizing that you might have to get him alone. He was almost alarmed at the amount of jealousy rising in his gut, especially when he saw the judges eyes lock onto yours.

You caught the judges eye, and lightly nodding your head in greeting you gave him a smile, which he happily returned. ‘Well that was easy’ You thought to yourself, at least he’s noticed you now. And as his eyes flicked to Jacky beside you, who had quickly looked away as to not be caught staring as well, you saw something flicker behind the judges eye.

You and Jack made your way towards the windows, a bit away from the crowd. As you did, Jack glanced back, catching the judge watching you as you moved. Another pulse of jealousy erupted through him. He pushed it down ‘It’s the job Whiskey, get it done.’ He told himself, he couldn’t lose his cool, not here, not now.

Jack was telling the truth when he said he volunteered, he was also telling the truth as of why. Though he knew you thought he was not being serious.

What he had not told you however, was that he was the one who convinced Champagne that you should be the one on this mission. He just wanted a chance to be close to you again, but he had not paid too much attention to what he got you into. He had to let you go be with another man, not for long, and not to do anything he wouldn’t approve of. But just the thought alone made his skin crawl, and now he was regretting coming just a little bit.

As some music started to flow throughout the room, he smiled to himself as he turned to you “Shall we dance?” He saw the hesitation in your eyes as you looked out at the other guests, filing into the middle of the room. Jack wanted to dance with you, but he knew he would need to convince you for other reasons, “It’ll give him a better chance at seeing you.” He said, hating himself for it.

He saw the moment you weighed what he said, as well as the moment you decided he was right. Setting your drink down you nodded “Alright, but be warned, I’m not the best.”

He chuckled a bit “That’s alright, I don’t judge a person by their dancin’ anyways.”

You smiled a little as you took his hand and he led you towards the center of the room. And as the music began to play, he raised your hands up as you brought your hand to his shoulder. He placed his other hand on your waist as you began to move along to the music. You realized quickly that Jack had done this before, you smiled a bit, amused at the thought.

“What?” He asked, seeing the amusement on your face.

“I just wasn’t expecting you to be this good.”

Jack smirked, unable to help himself “Well I’m better at other forms of dancing.”

You rolled your eyes at his joke, and though you attempted to stifle a laugh, it came out nonetheless, making a proud smile cross his face. And for the rest of the song, he got lost in your presence, almost forgetting what you were there for again. But as the music stopped, and a figure approached the two of you, he remembered. His gut clenched as the man stopped and smiled at the two of you.

Feigning a smile at the man Jack nodded his head in greeting as the judge’s eyes lingered on you. “Hello, I’m Judge Robert Trapman, I just wanted to introduce myself, I don’t think I know either of you.”

Whiskey put on his best polite smile and shook the Judges hand “Oh no Sir, we are visitors from Texas. I’m Mr. Callaghan, and this is my spouse Mx. Callaghan.” He said as he introduced you, feeling a slight fluttering in his chest at the mention of calling you his spouse, fake name or not.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Judge.” You greeted, keeping your eyes locked with the judge for much longer than you were comfortable.

The judge smiled brightly. “Oh, yes of course, I heard you two made a great donation tonight, I’m so glad you came, and I thank you very much for your generosity.” The Judge said, and though his voice conveyed gratitude, you could see underneath that he could hardly care.

As your eyes flicked down to the glass in the judge’s hand, you got an idea, one that would save you from having to seduce the judge any further from here. “It looks like your drink is empty, Judge.” You said sweetly, referring to the empty glass in his hands.

The judge looked down and let out a dry chuckle “So it is.”

You looked at Whiskey “Dear.” You feigned “Why don’t you go get the judge another drink.”

“Of course!” Whiskey said cheerfully as he patted the judge on the shoulder “What’ll you have sir?”

“Gin and tonic, thank you very kindly.” He said, Jack nodded before turning to you “And what about you darlin’” He said as he reached for your hand.

Allowing him to take it, you secretly slipped him the micro-gps capsule. “Nothing for me, thank you.” You said, watching as he pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles before leaving you alone with the judge.

Turning to the judge you smiled sweetly at him “It’s a lovely gala isn’t it?”

He turned and looked around. “Oh yes, beautiful.” He looked back at you and smiled “Made even more so by your presence.”

You feigned a giggle and bright smile at the judge, but felt you gut clench at his words. Jack, who could hear your conversation through his coms, rolled his eyes and mocked him in a low whisper, allowing your giggle to have a bit more honestly behind it.

As Jack retrieved the drink for the judge, he felt a sense of relief as he discreetly dropped the micro-gps into it, glad that you would not have to be alone with the judge for too long. He was even happier that you did not have to get the judge alone anywhere else, it was working out better than he had hoped. As he quickly returned to your side, he had to push down rising anger as he saw how close the judge had gotten to you, and how clearly uncomfortable you were.

“Judge.” He said as he maneuvered around him and right back at your side. The judge reluctantly moved his eyes from you and to Jack. He smiled, though annoyance was clear on his face.

Taking the glass from Jack he nodded his head a bit “Thank you.”

The judge turned back to you, now ignoring Jack's presence. “How long are you two gonna be in town then?” He asked as he brought his glass to his lips, taking a small sip.

“Only for the gala I’m afraid judge.” Jack broke in, answering for you.

The judge smiled a bit, though obviously fighting back even more annoyance as Jack butted in. “Now that’s a shame, sure I can’t convince you otherwise? There’s a charity lunch tomorrow, I’d be happy if you came.” He asked, looking back at you.

Before Jack could break in again, you answered “That is very kind of you judge, but we have other priorities back in Texas.”

“Oh, well, then we must enjoy the time we have tonight then.” He said with a grin, one that sent chills down your spine. The judge rose his glass towards you a bit in a silent cheers before taking another drink, this time downing the rest.

Both you and Jack internally celebrated now that you knew he had swallowed the gps. And Jack, at this moment, took the opportunity to get you both out of there. As another song began to start, Jack saw the moment in the judges eyes as he began to ask you for a dance. But Jack was faster.

He set down his glass on a nearby table “Oh!” He exclaimed before looping his arm though yours. “If you’ll excuse us judge, I’d like to have another dance with Mx. Callaghan if you don’t mind.”

As you both smiled politely at the judge, Whiskey dragged you back out onto the dance floor, pulling you into form as you fell into rhythm with the music.

“Well that went better than expected.” You said quietly.

Jack nodded “I don’t know about you but I’m ready to get the hell out of here.”

You nodded in return “Couldn’t agree more.” As you moved to pull away from him, Jack tightened his grip on you a bit, pulling you a bit closer.

“Now now, not quite so fast. It might be a bit too suspicious if we leave too hastily. Besides, I wanna finish our dance.”

You saw the small smirk on his lips and you shook your head lightly smiling to yourself “Fine, but just this one.”

“Just this one.” Whiskey repeated as you locked eyes.

It took you a moment before you were able to break his gaze, and you saw his mouth twitch into a barely noticeable smile. After dancing in comfortable silence for the rest of the song, the music faded, and Jack took your hand in his. He could see the judge looking around the room, surely for you. Leaning down towards your ear he whispered “Lets go, before he gets to you.”

Nodding, he pulled you along and you slowly exited the room, smiling at people as you passed. And as you finally got to the door you took your coats and quickly exited, both of you relieved as you were finally driving away and back to the hotel.

- - - - -

After kicking Jack out of your hotel room after he not so subtly suggested a “sleepover”; you got on a jet the next morning and met up with Champagne.

“The judge hasn’t made a move to their base yet, but we have some intel that he will be attending a meeting this evening. So good job Agent Vesper, your involvement in this mission is over. I thank you for your good work.”

You nodded and smiled as you rose to leave “Thanks Champagne. Though...” You trailed off a bit, making him look at you with curiosity “Please never send me in like that again. I don’t like surprises.”

He let out a chuckle. “Okay, okay. I promise.”

Turning, you left him with a smile and made your way out of the building. As you exited and began to walk back towards your car, a voice called out from behind you. “Leaving without saying goodbye? ”You turned to see Whiskey leaning against the side of the building. As he straightened up and began to walk to you he placed his hand on his heart “You hurt me Y/n.”

“Well I figured you're already left, so I didn’t bother to look for you.” You answered honestly.

“I ain’t leavin’ till tomorrow. Which, I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Suggest another “sleepover” and I’m walking away.” You said in a joking tone.

He smiled at you and rose his hand up “No no, but a proposition nonetheless.”

You tilted your head a bit “What kind?”

He glanced down for a moment as he began to talk “Well you see. The mission I’m heading out for tomorrow, will go a hell of a lot smoother if I’m not alone. And since we worked so well together last night, I thought….” He trailed off.

You squinted a bit at him “What’s the catch?”

“Who says there’s a catch?”

“Jack.” You said with a warning tone.

He couldn’t help but smile as you said his name before he let out a chuckle “Alright, alright. The catch, as you call it, is that we’d need to act like a couple again. This time for longer than a single night. But, I honestly think we got it down.” He said as he took another step closer, a smile on his face as he met your eyes.

There were those butterflies again. You adjusted your stance as you crossed your arms. “Just how long?”

He shrugged his shoulders “Just a few days.” He said casually.

“And what kind of mission is this exactly?”

“Weddin’” He said quickly.

“A wedding?” You asked.

He nodded and you gave him a slightly exasperated look “You’re gonna have to give me more to work with Jack. Why would you be attending a wedding for a mission?”

He shifted uncomfortably as he rubbed his face with his hand before shrugged his shoulders again “Okay it’s not necessarily a mission as it is a...personal...chore.”

“A personal-” You began to repeat before stopping, a small smile of realization coming across your face “Whose wedding is it Jack?”

He hesitated for a moment, “My cousins.”

Jack had mentioned to you a few times before, how dedicated his mother was to setting him up on horrible dates when he was younger. And how desperately she was for him to be happy.

You let out a laugh “You want me to fake being your date so your mother doesn’t try to set you up with someone at the wedding don’t you?”

Jack was almost surprised that you guessed exactly what he was doing. He let out an almost shy laugh as he rubbed the back of his head “Well, I guess I am.”

You let out another laugh, “Unbelievable” you said, shaking your head. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as you realized just what he wanted from you. And to your surprise, you weren’t really afraid to say yes. And seeing the shy, and almost desperate pleading behind his eyes you felt guilty at the thought of saying no. “Alright, I’ll do it.”

He seemed a bit surprised by your acceptance. “Yeah?”

“But only if this means you owe me a favor in the future.”

He clapped his hands together “You got a deal.” He bowed slightly “Thank you.”

You let out a short laugh “I do have a question though.”

“What’s that?” He asked.

“Why do you want me to go? What’s so bad about your mom trying to set you up? You go on random dates all the time?” You asked.

Jack felt a slight tug in his chest. “I used to. Not anymore. I always have the same problem with those random dates.”

“What problem?”

He smiled at you, a fond smile that made tingles crawl up your neck. “None of them are you.”

Your heart halted in your chest for a moment. Jack took a step forward and leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. Stepping back and away from you, his smile was wider now. “Meet me here, tomorrow morning, eight a.m.” He said as he turned and walked away.

Left to watch after him as he went, you repeated what had happened in your mind. ‘None of them are you.’ And the kiss to your cheek. Your face was burning now as you tried to calm your heart. Finally turning away and walking towards your car, you began to think of what just might happen tomorrow, at the wedding, and after.

Would you regret this? Or would it turn out better than you could imagine?

xx End xx

A fake date, leading into another fake date??? Omg lol. I honestly had NO IDEA what I was doing with this fic for the entire thing. And the ending came to me as I was writing.

**Part Two**

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