#so hiiii i recognized you from that haha

[razmerry]

Fifth year of RvB Secret Santa! This one is for @asphodeldreams! if you give me the chance to draw Washnut I am going to take that chance at every available opportunity, and I've also never done an illustration with the famous quote so I just had to add it :3

@redvsbluesecretsanta

[muffinsin]

Greetings! Ya like that?😋 kidding gaha. Hiiii! Lemme just *slides right into your inbox and drafts* can we pretty pretty please get a dommy Bela with a cute female reader and bunny petplay?🐰

-I had an anon name but I want a cuter one hehe

-bunny anon🐇

Hey, hon 👋! Haha, absolutely! ;P We’re all in for some dom! Bela here🙌 A bit of a shorter drabble today XP

Masterlists

Bela hums as she works, her leg occasionally bouncing lightly. The office is quiet save for this, the gentle scratch of her pen against parchment and- your small, quiet little noises that just sometimes manage to slip through the white gag placed in your mouth.

You look up at her, your eyes wide with love and wonder as you take in her form. The candlelight in the room flickers over her, casting golden shadows across her sharp jawline and full, dark painted lips. Dressed in her usual attire, her black dress, her tight corset, her scent rich and powerful this close up, you find yourself feeling intimidated as well as aroused. Even as she does something simple as work, every inch of her radiates a cool, commanding grace capable of making you feel as though you're about to melt on the spot.

And then, there is you- her bunny.

Naked on top of her lap, save for the plush white ears atop your head, the white gag sitting snuggly in your mouth and muffling all you might have to say- there is no need for a talkative pet, she had reassured you with a gentle smile- a white collar with a deep red "B" engraved in it hugging your throat, the leash hanging off it, and the white, fluffy tail snug inside of you where she'd put it earlier, now pressing just right inside of you whenever you do as much as shift.

She shifts a little, and you follow obediently, releasing a quiet, muffled little noise as she briefly tightens her hold on the leash, firmly wrapped around her gloved hand. You watch as she stretches subtly, your eyes immediately finding her rising chest as she takes a heavy breath before moving back in her usual position. Her grip on the leash is firm, but relaxed- like she owns you.

She does, and both of you know it.

Still, the thought makes your heart pitter-patter a little faster and has her chuckle lowly to herself, hearing it beat so fast.

You move a little closer to her, sat obediently in her lap and straddling one of her strong, thick thighs, your own trembling from earlier teasing. Your arms are around her neck and shoulders, head nuzzled beneath her chin like a sleepy pet. Ah, but your body tells. Your heart beats faster and your eyes flutter every time her gloved fingers idly skim over your thigh...or dip even lower.

A cruel, teasing game Bela loves to indulge in.

She insists, usually by the time her fingers are deep inside of you and you're stuffed to the brim, you're just too cute to pass up and resist.

You feel your pussy ache at the thought and immediately move a little closer to her, your hard nipples brushing against her dress.

"Good girl", she hums, her voice a purr in your ear. She looks down at you, her golden eyes meeting your wide ones and easily recognizing the need and want pooling within them. You make a small noise when she lifts your chin with her index and middle finger, and again your heart beats a little faster seeing her smirk down at you.

"So quiet now, pet. That little mouth of yours is finally behaving, hmm? Did you just need some of Mommy's help to be good?", she teases, setting down her pen at last to give you her full attention.

You whimper softly at her praise, your hips twitching involuntarily as she slides her palm closer and cups under your jaw, tilting your face up more. Your cheeks burn and clit aches when she coos, spotting the drool sticking to your lips, undoubtedly caused by the large gag she had put in you.

Her golden eyes scan over you and you feel as though pinned in place. Many at the castle might grant Cassandra Dimitrescu the rank of the fearsome huntress and predator. Others might be foolish enough to believe Bela to be tame, almost, due to her put-together nature. You know better. With her eyes piercing you- sharp and hungry, but calm, like a lioness with her clawed paw gently on her prey's throat, you feel just like that. Prey.

Her little bunny.

Your core throbs at the thought and your hips jerk up again, desperately looking for friction against her thigh.

She only laughs softly, as though pitying you. You know better. You know she loves seeing you like this, loves to strip from you until you act like nothing but what you are- her pet, her property, cute and helpless, needy and entirely pliant, submissive and reliant on her.

Hers, in every way.

"My sweet little bunny...", she coos, stroking along your jaw before playfully tapping the gag stretching your mouth open and muffling nearly all of your sounds. "That's right. You are right where you belong, little one", she hums, leaning in as though to kiss you, but when you lean up, desperate, she only pulls away and giggles, tapping the gag again as though to remind you of it.

You feel her gloved fingers trail down, down your spine, enough to make you shiver and lean closer to her. You make a little sound when she moves her hand back to your front and cups your breast, her fingers sliding across your perky, hard nipple. You feel her shift beneath you, her thigh flexing, and the subtle pressure between your legs is enough for you to moan into the gag and lean against her throat, whining pitifully to make up for your inability to beg verbally. Bela chuckles, low, but warm, and you whine again as she squeezes your breast, never quite giving you enough, but always enough to keep your body on the edge and your mind in a hazy, needy state she finds so very adoring.

"Hush now", the whispers, trailing her other hand through your hair before you feel her gently tug on one of the white bunny ears sat on top of your head. She fixes them back into place for you, and you feel a hot, fierce blush spread across your cheeks when her other hand dips lower and she forces the tail plug back deep in you, as though readjusting this, too. You moan hotly against the gag again, your face bright pink and hot as you try to hide it in her neck, greedily inhaling her rich scent as you do so.

But again, she only chuckles, grabbing your hips and tugging you closer to her. You're sure, there's already a wet stain on her from where you were sat before, your drooling pussy smearing against her as you're yanked closer.

You can feel the bulge of the strap sitting snug around her hips press up against you now, taunting, patient, a cruel tease right between your legs, large and intimidating against your tight pussy. She hasn't filled you with something large in a while, insisting her little one will be stretched and stuffed again soon enough. You moan in anticipation, feeling the large bulge against you.

But she doesn't move to take you yet, and you whine instead as she picks up the pen again to finish her report.

She works silently, humming as she feels you palm the bulge in her dress hungrily. You know better than to take, know better than to attempt to regain control, and have no desire to. Ah, but you squirm and whine, grope at the bulge and roll your hips, squeaking quietly into the gag whenever you manage to drag yourself against it enough for a little bit of pleasure, only to feel her yank the white leash and make you settle again, your cheeks pink and hot, your thighs warm and trembling around hers.

Occasionally, she shushes you by tugging the leash again or delivering a harsh, firm slap to your exposed ass when you get too loud for her to concentrate, swiftly prompting you to be quieter and nuzzle back close to her, as though a disobedient pet asking for forgiveness. With a kiss to your forehead and a tap to your nose and the gag, forgiveness usually comes, and you're left holding yourself close to her again.

You watch as her pen scratches against the paper, your body warm on top of her. Your pussy feels tauntingly empty, drooling and soaked, whereas your ass feels overly full from the tail plug she has you wear nearly 24/7, taking it only out when it's time to clean you up or you need to use the bathroom, and only allowing you to take it out when it's her doing it.

You whine, feeling yourself tighten around it again, the weight and fullness it brings by now a familiar one.

Feeling her free hand explore again, your eyes slip shut and your legs spread a little, feeling strong, but tender fingers tease, toy, and test you. Every brush of leather, every hum of approval, every little strain of the leash has your little bunny heart flutter for her.

And she knows.

Ah, of course she knows.

And before you know it, she at last sets the pen down again and moves the paper, seemingly done with her work, or at least taking a break from it for the time being, knowing her. She gives the leash a gentle tug, forcing you to look up at her, and smiles when her face has your heart beat faster and hips thrust against her thigh briefly.

"My precious little bunny...", she coos, voice low and smooth as silk. You watch with wide, eager eyes as her hand slides down to your inner thigh with precise, unhurried grace. You moan into the gag as she leans in, her thick lips pressing against your hot cheek. "You're been sitting here so patiently for Mommy while she worked. But I suppose...", she whispers, moving her hand closer between your spread legs. She growls lowly at the warmth she feels even through her glove, before she adds; "...you have waited long enough, pet"

You moan and whine softly as her fingertips brush just beneath the curve of your pussy, heat blooming between your legs. You lift your hips a little, hoping to help her, and hold onto her a little tighter as you feel her gloved index fingertip tap against your pearly clit, soaked and smeared with your own wetness from your humping of her thigh over the past half an hour.

"You're so wet, little bunny", she coos, smiling knowingly. "Do you like sitting on Mommy's lap this much?", she coos, a note of mock sympathy in her tone as she rubs your clit slowly, her finger circling it and making you squirm effortlessly. "Needy little thing, aren't you?", she teases, holding you in place by your leash with her other hand when you begin squirming a little too much for her liking. Still, she's gentle. "Good little thing. So good for me", she praises.

When certain you're well behaved enough to stay still without the help of the leash, she rewards you by moving her other hand up your body with deliberate elegance, her palm sliding over your stomach and back up to your chest. You gasp into the white gag as her fingers graze your breast, then circle your nipple in the same slow, practiced motions as the finger circling your sensitive clit. The contrast of leather and warmth has you arch into her, helpless under her touch, needy for more.

"Be still, pet", Bela commands, her voice suddenly firmer, just enough to make you freeze and whimper. You spread your legs as much as your positions allows it and arch into her, but stay still otherwise, much to her satisfaction.

"That's it, good girl. Let Mommy enjoy you properly, little one", she coos, leaning in and allowing her lips to brush the shell of your ear as her gloved hand cups your breast, her thumb rolling lazily over your sensitive nipple.

You feel her kiss her way to your throat, feel her hot breath on you and the marks still lingering on your skin. She always marks you, always makes you wear her claim. You're hers, and between having to share nearly all she owns with her younger sisters, you are the exception. You are hers, and hers alone, untouched by others, not even her sisters, leashed to her and kept in the large, admittedly rather luxurious cage in her room when she's too busy to bring you with her.

You're brought back to the present with a gasp as her finger slides into your warm, wet heat, a single one enough for you to moan and roll your hips, so utterly used to how tight your pussy has gotten again recently. It has your heart beat with anticipation and a healthy amount of respect for the strap sat between her legs, knowing the painful stretch it will cause, and knowing the sadistic, hungry smile the blonde will sport.

Again, you can't help but think playfully to yourself: only you get this view of her. Again, you think; most would not think Bela as sadistic as her sisters. But the glint in her eyes when she spanks you and stretches you out is telling, even as she coos and dries your tears, even as she kisses and holds you, you know her core throbs. She always holds you, but rarely stops her thrusts when you squeal in pain, only ever getting used to her large strap filling you up after a few more thrusts.

You moan at your own filthy thoughts, pushing against her hungrily.

Mommy knows best, you think, and spread your legs wider for her still.

You feel her curl her finger within you, feel her prod at your insides. Not to bring you pleasure, no, she isn't fucking you. She prods, she inspects. She wants to see just how tight you are for her, wants to feel how big of a stretch your pussy will endure from the strap. The answer seems to please her, for she slides her finger back out and rewards you by circling your clit again, almost hypersensitive after having been the main way she has allowed you to get off lately.

She leans in, her lips brushing against your throat, her tone velvet and steel at the same time; "My good little bunny...every inch of you is mine. This soft chest...", you moan, feeling her tug your nipple, "...these shaking little thighs and that warm, wet pussy. Even that sweet, twitching bunny tail... I see everything. I feel everything, and I own everything".

You tremble by now, your clit pulsing and aching at her words, instantly bringing you closer to your orgasm. Your eyes flutter shut and you once again attempt to whine or plead, but the gag successfully muffles it all, allowing only cute, pathetic little noises to come through. Removing her hands and gripping your hips instead she grinds you down on her thigh as she grabs onto the bunny tail to make you move with her. You whine as she almost drags it out of you, quickly chasing her with your hips in favor of keeping it in. You think, after weeks of training to get you utterly used to it, you couldn't stand the emptiness that you feel whenever she removes it from you.

Bela chuckles lowly, at this.

Beautiful.

Sweet.

Submissive.

Adorably hers.

"You make such good little sounds, little one", she purrs, making you grind against her thigh a little harder, your sensitive clit pink and hot and slick against her. "But you know, good bunnies don't talk", she coos. You feel lightheaded, your entire body on fire and mind a needy haze. You're sure that in no time you'll have forgotten how to talk entirely, made only to be hers. Briefly, you wonder whether this could be her goal, before another thrust of your hips has the thought slip from you again.

It doesn't matter, not really.

All that matters is being hers.

At last, you feel her teeth sink into your skin. Already your eyes tear up and you moan and cry out into the gag, feeling the sharp, dagger- and fang-like teeth push inside and draw blood from you. She drinks hungrily, toying with your breast and helping you thrust your hips against her thigh effortlessly. You're sure you remember her saying you taste even sweeter when right on the edge, or right after.

Her fingers move in rhythm now, one hand kneading your breast while the other grinds you back and forth by your tail, coaxing you toward the edge with the same elegant strength she carries in everything she does. Your clit is warm and your thighs shake. You feel your ass tighten around the plug each time she pushes forward with it, then whine and chase after her every time she tugs it back, until you barely even notice that you're humping her faster and faster, desperately trying to cum. You don't notice the pain at your throat anymore, don't notice the blood dripping to your white collar. She would never hurt you.

"Show Mommy how bad you want it, little one", she breathes out against your skin, voice silken and commanding. "Show Mommy what her little bunny needs"

You understand instantly, your hands blindly moving down to the bulge in her dress again. You whine against the gag, make little noises that just barely come through.

She moves, and you squeal as she suddenly lifts you onto her desk, her eyes holding a familiar, predatory gleam...

[lonewisteria]

Damage Control

Chpt. 1

☽ Hiiii! I love writing, but never written x readers before. I’ve gotten very inspired by the plenty of literature here! Figured I’d take a crack at it. Writing using c!schlatt. This idea was cooking in my head. Will write requests!

☽ notes: use of ‘broad’ and ‘bitch’, afab but use of gender neutral pronouns, alcoholism, will have smut eventually, ram!Schlatt x dog!reader (bc guard dog get it haha)

☽ summary: this takes place during Schlatt’s rule of Manberg. You’re part of his security team, one of the toughest members of the organization, matter of fact. Despite being hired to protect the big man from assassins and angry civilians, your other job was protecting him from himself.

☽ words: 2216

It was Tuesday. Absolutely nothing was going on during a Tuesday evening. Your shift was winding down, the hours spent patrolling the capital building concluding. There wasn’t much action today; a drunken civilian babbled nonsense on the front steps and a stray dog wandered onto the lawn. The highlight of your day? The 10k+ steps you got in.

As you go to clock out, a weary sigh escaping your lips and your shoulders slumping, a hesitant tap on your shoulder halted you. Turning around, you’re met with a council member, their face tight with apprehension.

“Hey, y/n…” they mutter, voice barely audible.

Before they get another sound out, you cut in, a grumble to your tone. “Schlatt’s throwing a fit again?”

When the council member nods in confirmation, somehow your shoulders sag further and you feel more weighted down.

You were on his security team, one of the best they had, despite the unassuming look to you. No one would suspect you’d be able to roundhouse kick or shoot a gun clean through the eye. There was a reason you were hired, but it wasn’t to babysit the president.

Yet, here you were, sauntering down the halls and up the stairs to his office.

No one wanted to manage him. Not his council members, not his Vice President, certainly not the little goat boy that’s his shadow sometimes. Everyone was too intimidated to handle his alcoholic, rage induced episodes. Except for you.

The entire building recognized the lack of fear in your eyes whenever Schlatt loomed over you, drunk, yelling obscenities. You never flinch. In fact, you sometimes argued back, leading to tense, often chaotic, scenes in the middle of the halls. It enraged Schlatt every time. This lowly security guard, daring to disobey him in front of his people? What a joke. People couldn’t wrap their heads around it, but it was further proof you had to be damn good at your actual job.

As you approach the presidential office, the scent of alcohol and smoke grow thicker. You can see the plaque next to the door reading ‘President Schlatt’, his name emblazoned over what was likely Wilbur’s. Your heart was steady as you knocked, unfazed by whatever lay behind the door this time. When there was no response after a few seconds, you pushed it open, stepping into the fresh mess the big bad president made.

In the dim light of the office, a smoking ram hybrid slouches against his desk, his massive frame hunched in apparent frustration. His brown ears and long tail twitch in exasperation, golden eyes narrow as he sneers at you. Schlatt sets his cigar down in an ashtray and leans back in his chair, his curled horns settling perfectly into the seat’s indents they've worn over time.

“What is it? The hell do you want?” He growls as you step further into the room, traversing broken glass and strewn about objects on the floor. Your steps were sure and unwavering, your composed demeanor only deepening his irritated state.

You raise an eyebrow at the president…no, emperor as he insists, and stop feet from his desk. “Wondering what’s got you so worked up this time,” you state firmly, ears twitching, “it’s the second tantrum you’ve thrown this week, not even your council wants to deal with it.”

“A tantrum you say?” Schlatt drawls, “Please, don’t flatter yourself, broad. This is how I conduct business. If my council can’t handle a bit of chaos, then they’re unfit to serve.”

His eyes track your movements as you lean over his desk to pluck his cigar from the ashtray. You need it more if you keep enduring his bullshit. Still, he can’t help but smirk as you bring it to your lips, taking a hefty drag.

“Careful now,” he warns, his tone deceptively light, “that’s an expensive blend. Not somethin a lowly staffer like you should be sampling without permission.”

Even as he says this, you shrug and take another drag, letting the smoke linger between you.

With an exaggerated snort, he reaches into his desk drawer to pull out -not some paperwork or even a gun- a bottle of half-finished amber liquid. Some rich whiskey he keeps around for occasions like this. He unscrews the top and slides it to you across the desk, the alcohol swishing and emitting an opulent scent from the neck.

“Since you’re here, might as well make yourself useful,” he states, taking out two crystal glasses to perch next to the bottle, “pour me another. And one for yourself, if ya think you can handle it.”

You laugh, bitter and amused, taking one final drag of the cigar, blowing the smoke in his direction. After snuffing it in the ashtray, you flash him an irritated grin.

“You want me to pour a drink for us?” you scoff, voice dripping with sarcasm, “I have to clean up your mess. You should be doing that for me.”

Your defiance is both frustrating and oddly appealing to Schlatt. He watches you with a blend of amusement and resentment as you move about the room, picking up remnants of his latest outburst. “You’re not exactly in a position to be making fucking demands, but fine, I’ll indulge you this once,” he gives up, pouring the whiskey into both glasses to immediately nurse on his.

As you continue to tidy up, sweeping glass shards and returning trinkets to their original posts, Schlatt’s gaze lingers on you. There’s a strength in the way you carry yourself. A quiet confidence that draws his attention like a moth to a flame. Not many people were like you. Most of those under this roof and working under him, either hated his guts or cowered in corners.

Except you.

“Yknow, for a subordinate security guard, you sure have a lot of fuckin nerve,” Schlatt’s tone is somewhere between mocking and appreciative, “most people in your position would be groveling at my feet, but not you.”

You don’t look up as you scoff at his words, proceeding to move about and align misplaced books with calm precision. Though your eyes linger on a picture frame he threw in the midst of his storm. It was a photo of a younger Schlatt, with little horns and innocent eyes, hanging off of what appeared to be his younger sister, her hair white and puffy, horns more delicate than his. You don’t dwell too long before placing it back on a shelf, the glass still shattered.

“Why do you think I’m always sent in here after your little fits?” you state as you admire your handiwork around the room, ��as far as I’m aware, I’m the only person in this building who’d rather spit on your shoes than kiss them.”

Schlatt’s eyes narrow at your brazen words, slight respect mingling with his typical disdain. He leans forward with his elbows on the desk as his calculating gaze regards you.

“You’re treading on some thin ice, bitch. One wrong move and I can have you thrown in prison for treason,” he muses.

Yet, as he threatens you, there’s mirth in his golden eyes as you approach to snatch the full glass of whiskey. He cocks an eyebrow as you down it, admiring your ability to handle the potent spirit with ease. It’s a rare quality in someone who isn’t used to his company.

You return the glass and instead take the whole bottle. “Now, are you gonna tell me what’s got you all worked up before you start chucking alcohol around the room again?”

Schlatt stretches his legs out and leans back. The way you take a swig straight from the source makes him grit his teeth.

“Fine. Ya wanna know what’s bothering me? It’s these incompetent fools I call my damn cabinet,” he growls, fingers drumming restlessly on the armrests, “They can’t do shit right. Every decision I make is questioned, every order is challenged. It’s fuckin exhausting.”

He reaches for the cigar you discarded earlier and lights it. The smell of tobacco fills the air heavily again as he takes a drag.

“Tell me, y/n, what do you think of the state of Manberg? Do you approve of my leadership?” His tone is virtually conversational, but there’s an underlying tension beneath. It’s as if he’s testing you. Gauging your loyalty and intelligence with mere questions.

You heed his complaints as you finish off his whiskey. It’s pretty damn good, you had to admit. Plus, better to diminish what was fueling his hostile moments.

Albeit, his questions take you by surprise . With a thoughtful hum, you set the empty bottle down and stare off into space. You’ve seen the effects this ram has on Manberg and its citizens. It genuinely was a borderline dictatorship. One that was unforgiving, but showed just enough care toward its people.

“You’re egotistical. Arrogant. A total power trip. Can’t say I disagree with your precious cabinet,” you begin honestly, your eyes meeting his, “they have some sense to disregard your suggestions.”

You steal the cigar from his lips, bringing it to yours for a smoke. His expression is unreadable at your blunt assessment of his character…and the way you take his cigar, remaining face to face with him.

“But, you’ve built up Manberg. Gave it strength, a purpose. They’re wrong to deny that.”

Your words ring in his ears and he scoffs. “Well, you’re not wrong. But in my position, a little ego is necessary. It’s what keeps the rabble in line,” he muses.

Schlatt plucks the cigar from your lips, bringing it back to his mouth for a gradual drag. The smoke curls lazily around his head as he exhales, his gaze locked on you.

“I have built up Manberg. Given it a purpose. And that purpose is me,” he declares. “You see, I am Manberg. Without me, this nation would crumble. It was nothin but filth before I came along. The people need a strong leader to guide them, and I am that leader.”

His gaze sharpens again, something dark and possessive in those flecks of gold. Even as he rises to tower over you, there isn’t a trace of fear in your eyes, in your posture.

“But don’t think for a second this means I approve of your insubordination. You may be useful, but you’re still just a dog,” he growls and seizes your chin in his calloused hands, forcing your neck to crane further, “So keep doin your job and stay out of my way. Or else you’ll find out just how much I enjoy putting disrespectful mutts like you in their place.”

The emperor’s statements are a threat, yet there’s something else. A challenge perhaps. As if he’s goading you to defy him, to provoke his authority and see what happens.

And that’s precisely what you do.

In a flash, you bite the shit out of his hand, causing him to release you with a snarl and puncture well up with blood. The pain momentarily shocks him out of his usual composure. He cradles his bleeding hand to his chest as he regards you with pique and grudging respect.

You fully lean over his desk, teeth bared as you stare. “Keep talking to me like that and I won’t keep coming in here to keep you in order,” you warn, voice low and menacing, “one major slip up with your anger is all it’ll take for the cabinet to throw you out.”

With that, you straighten, smoothing out your attire and tail as you turn toward the door. “You stupid bitch!” Schlatt barks, “you think you can just walk away from this? I’ll have ya thrown in the streets for that!”

Albeit, even as he spits threats, there’s a dark satisfaction gnawing at his stomach. As if he savors the challenge you present. Relishes the way you stand firm and unflinching. Never have you walked away with your tail between your legs. Never has he seen you back down. That’s something rare he cherishes, in his own twisted way.

“Keep this shit up and you’ll find yourself beneath my boot, and trust me, that’s not a place you wanna be,” his voice is a deep rumble as he stalks toward you.

For a moment, it seems like he might physically command you, but he stops just short of reaching you. His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking in his cheek as he wrestles with his temper for once.

“Get the fuck outta my sight,” Schlatt ultimately snaps with a flick of his tail, “and don’t let me catch you disrespecting me like that again.”

He turns away as you exit his office, slamming the door behind you. His shoulders are rigid with barely contained rage. The office feels suffocatingly hot, hotter than it usually is when he’s full of alcohol.

A heavy sigh leaves the ram hybrid’s lips. He reaches for the bottle of whiskey, its weight light. It’s empty. You finished it all. With an irritated curse he hurls the bottle at a nearby wall, the shattering echoing in the room.

And as he studies the shards settling on the floor, his eyes flicker back to the door. Part of him, for a fleeting moment, hopes you’d come back to clean it up. But the door remains shut.

☽ chapter 2 here

[stevenbasic]

Growing into the Job, Post 429: Hi Again, Jerry...p2

“Hiiii there…” Shanette purred as she, Josie and Katie stepped into the room to join me and this man. He had come to the office looking for a job, his hair slicked back and dressed in a polo shirt, trying to look presentable. Shanette and the others had known him from before, “It’s so nice to see you again…Jerry.”

The name rolled around her tongue and immediately I felt the energy coming from the three of them. They were buzzing, bulging, bursting with it. 

“Yeah hi Jerry,” Katie cooed, her eyes flashing. She tossed her mane of bleach blonde hair over her shoulder and closed the door behind them. She glanced back over her shoulder for a moment, her brilliant eyes locking onto his. I saw her struggle, like we all did some times, to hold back some newly awakened ability. 

The man, caught in her gaze, had not replied. His face had gone wide in disbelief. When I had greeted him earlier at the entrance of the building his face, I think, had done something similar. I had felt his gaze go from my feet, up my figure, and finally to my face. He was impressed, stunned by my body, but now, in front of  these three girls, he was apparently shocked even more. He had known them before, and now they looked so much different.

“Thanks for bringing him in, Lakshmi,” Shanette finished. She and Josie, like myself, were both dressed in pink scrubs while Katie wore a pink blouse and black pencil skirt. Pink was the uniform of the day, for the ribbon-cutting, at Melissa’s request.

“Yes, Lakshmi, thank you,” followed Josie. She was carrying a clipboard, one I recognized from the front desk. She was seemingly all business, but she was also chewing gum, which was unusual for her. Come to think of it, no one called me by my full name around the office anymore. Instead they had all taken to nicknames: ‘Kiki’, ‘Keeks’, ‘BoomBoom’ haha. It made me think that they all wanted to come across as very serious here. Professional. Despite the fact that I knew they were all just about ready to pop with excitement, they needed to look cool. Calm. Collected. Josie stepped right up to him. He was not a short guy, but Josie, at her new height, easily stood eye to eye with him - and though she was much younger she came across as taller, more authoritative.

Her commanding presence obviously shocked him, and seeing this her smile became crooked and she fixed him with a smoldering glare, sizing him up. She was more than likely twenty years younger than him and she used to be his office girl. Now, though, she certainly carried the weight of more authority. We all did. “Hi Jerry,” she purred, looking right into his eyes, “You're quiet. Aren’t you going to say hello?”

“H-h-hi Josie,” the man stammered. He was obviously nervous. He had been nervous this whole time. Melissa had asked me to  bring him here so he could do his job interview with Josie, Shanette and Katie. I had also been told to get some equipment ready; it was right here in the room with us allowing me the excuse to watch from the other side of the room as I worked on the device’s settings. We were in one of the procedure rooms in the Aesthetics Department, part of the new wing. No windows, or notable features, only sterile, white walls.

Katie stepped right up to him, followed by Shanette. I could read it in the two of them, and in Josie as well, the moment they all realized how much taller they were than him. They were excited.

Josie had told me that this guy, Jerry Miller, was their old boss. All three of them, along with Randi, Amelia, Stephanie, and of course Melissa had been salespeople and office workers over at the car dealership.That was before Melissa was hired here. Mr. Miller was, at the time, the General Manager there and, with the way the girls talked about him, he sounded like he was quite a di-....kind of a perv-....not all that easy to work for. Anyway, soon after Melissa became our Office Manager, she offered all of the girls new jobs, and brought them over to FHMA..  “How long has it been Jerry? Since we last seen each other? Two months?” Katie asked, reaching up to take hold of the collar of his navy-blue ‘Wellspring Honda’ polo. Standing at almost 6’4” in her white heels she towered over him by nearly six inches, and he was struggling already to keep her gaze and not glance down the open neckline of her pink, silken blouse. We all had big boobs now; Katie’s were big originally and now were some of the biggest. They seemed to be too much for the poor man to handle. “Obviously, a lot has changed,” Katie snickered as she pushed out her chest.

“Yeah, have you gotten shorter?” Shanette asked, fighting back a sly grin and squishing up to his side. She, unlike Katie, did not need heels to dwarf him. After Melissa, Shanette was the tallest of all of us. Even in her white clinic sneakers she stood at 6’3”. Her breasts were maybe the biggest too. She looked down on him, her eyes taking his gaze from Katie, and put a hand on his right shoulder. “Honestly, Jerry, you seem shorter.”

Mr. Miller, of course, had not gotten any shorter. These three girls, however - his ex-employees - had all grown taller. Much taller. They surrounded him, now, encircling him like a pride of huge, majestically gorgeous lionesses around a trembling deer. 

“So, Jerry,” Josie asked, a mischievous smile curling the edge of her lips as she looked down at her clipboard, slowly pulling a pen out from behind her ear, “we have some questions.” Glancing over from across the room, I could see the paper on the board myself: it was blank. They knew what they were going to do already;  they just wanted this “job interview” to look official. “Tell us, why do you want to work for Far Horizons…?”

“Yeah, Jerry,” Katie growled, she-lion that she was, “we used to work for you…” She bit her lower lip again and, with a fetching display of well-practiced flirtatiousness, straightened his collar and ran a single, manicured finger down his chest. The poor man obviously stood no chance. Her hair was so big and so blond, her heavy makeup was flawless warpaint. “…why exactly do you want to come and work for us?”

“It’s Melissa isn’t it?” Shanette answered for him, pushing herself into his shoulder and causing the man to visibly shudder. “You always liked talking to us at work, chatting us up, bothering us at our desks,” she continued, “but you were obsessed with Missy.”

“You really were…” purred Katie, running her fingers back up the shorter man’s chest, to cup his chin. 

“And you saw her on the news, didn’t you?” Josie asked, pretending to scribble something down onto the clipboard. Between Josie, Shanette, and Katie they had him nearly sandwiched. “You saw her interview, you saw how gorgeous she’s gotten, and-“

“And you wanted to see her again, didn’t you, Jerry?” Shanette pressed. Her breasts were now visibly squashed around his right shoulder, and the man was beginning to melt. The perfumes of all three of them - mine too, to be honest - hung in a cloud around him. 

I knew a little about what was happening, I had begun to come to some conclusions myself. These perfumes were pheromones, and we all made them. They were similar to ones that came from Melissa, similar to what this man, Jerry Miller, had been exposed to in the past. He had been without them, now, for several months, and he did not even know it himself but he missed them. Well, it was more like he subconsciously craved them. I had seen it in his face when he stepped into the building and took his first breath of its air. Laced with artificial pheromones made to mimic Melissa’s, it struck him like he was a junkie taking his first hit in ages. My own enhanced, but more natural, pheromones had quickly added to the effect, and now here he was, surrounded by us. The girls, as soon as they’d stepped into the room, had let their perfumes pour out and he was now swimming in them. Sinking, drowning, to be more precise. 

They squashed in closer. 

“So, Jerry, if you’re going to leave your job and come work for Melissa here,” Josie continued, still pretending like she was writing something on her clipboard, “You should know what the job entails.”

Mr. Miller nodded.

“He seems eager to help,” Katie commented.

“He really does,” Shanette agreed.

Josie went on to describe what sort of job they could make for him, here at the new Far Horizons Evolution Center. The women, of course, were in charge, she explained, but they did have some men on payroll. Quite a few, actually, though no one saw them too much. She was describing Melissa’s “monkeys”, of course, the men in the basement, and using the term “payroll” sort of creatively. As far as I knew, the men were not being paid but just being given food and housing for their services. That, and the chance to be nearer to her.

“We have enough gardeners, and maintenance guys, and cleaner-uppers,” Josie continued, still looking down at her empty sheath of paper, flipping through it for show. She comped on her gum. “But I don’t know if we yet have someone to sweep the parking lot…”

“Yeah that guy with the weird beard does that,” Shanette said. She’d taken to slowly rubbing his back.

“Oh yeah,” Josie nodded, checking her “list”. She bit the tip of her pen, pretending to be deep in thought, “How about - valet parker. You could park our cars for us?”

“That’s that Jamaican dude,” Katie offered, still holding Mr. Miller’s chin, “the cute-ish one.”

“Oh yeah, hmmm…hm hm hm…” Josie pondered. Then she looked over at me. “How about you, Ms. Vallurupalli, what do you think? What might be a good job for little Jerry here?”

I myself had, to this point, been staying quiet. This was a moment between Mr. Miller and his former employees, who had now far outgrown him. I was being asked for an opinion, though, something he could do.

“How about the laundry?” I offered, from where I was standing, watching, near the piece of equipment I’d soon be asked to use on him, “The new girls are all moving in, like fifty of them, and we’ll be here soon. I do not think they have anyone assigned yet to the laundry room in the second sub-basement?”

“Oooo that’s a good one Ki-...Ms. Vallurupalli..!” Shanette sang.

“Yeah, would you be up for that, Jerry?” Katie beamed, “Taking care of all our clothes for us?”

“Waiiiit…You wouldn’t perv out on our bras, would you?” Shanette asked.

“Omigod he totally would,” Katie answered.

“Okay okay…” Josie nodded, pretending to look through some notes, chewing her gum noisily, “How about he just does the men’s laundry? All the monkey clothes?”

“Yeah that’d work,” Shanette agreed.

“They each have, like, two sets of those overalls, right?” Katie added, “That’s it, right, pretty simple?”

Josie looked up at him. “How about that, Jerry? Want to work in the laundry?”

“S-sure,” he agreed, with a short stammer but no hesitation.

“We’ll have to okay that with the boss,” Josie said, making some checks on the blank papers, “but I don’t think Ms. Monroe will have any problem with it.”

At the sound of Melissa’s name, Mr. Miller’s eyes widened.

“Wow, he is so far gone,” Katie muttered, smiling, cocking his face, examining him, “We should get him in some overalls right away.” She pinched his cheek, leaned in. “You are going to look so cute in them!”

Jerry Miller blushed.

“Oh, look at you, so adorable!” Shanette sang, giggling. 

“Yeah, Jerry, most men couldn’t do this, come begging for a job from the girls who used to work for him,” Josie said, regarding him, “Like, they would just melt away, thinking that their masculinity would be gone forever.”

“Yeah but not you, Jerry,” Shanette cooed, squeezing her big breasts into the quivering man, “You have true masculinity. You’re a real man.”

“Real men know their place,” Katie added. Her hands were now on her hips. 

“Real men don’t mind working for women, supporting them,” Josie smiled. She chewed on her gum slowly; it snapped in her teeth. “Do you support Ms. Monroe, Jerry?”

“Y-yeah, of course,” he stuttered. 

“I dunno…” Katie spoke, cocking her head as she looked down at him. Her eye had become wary. “Lots of men like her tits, Jerry,” she said, “Are you just one of those?”

“Yeah, Jerry…” Shanette said, backing off of his arm, “Are you?”

“N-no, I promise,” he sputtered, sounding earnest, “I…I worship M-Melissa.”

The girls got a little quiet. I had gasped. 

“Really, Jerry, you worship her?” Katie asked, the first to speak. 

“I..I do,” he answered. He hadn’t even hesitated. 

The girls, and me…we all looked at one another. 

“Ready to, like, do anything for her?” Shanette asked. 

“Y-yeah,” he promised. “for sure.”

At that, suddenly, Josie spit out her gum. It hit Katie’s shoe, stuck to it. . 

Katie gasped, barked a laugh. 

“Go down there and pick it up,” Josie said, to Jerry. 

“Wh-what?” 

“Go ahead…” Shanette nodded, as Katie just stood, now straighter, and smiled, “get down and pick it up.”

“Yeah, you don’t think Ms. Monroe would want one of her best friends to have gum on her shoe, would you?”

“No, definitely not,” purred Shanette. 

I watched in amazement as, with Katie just standing there with her hands on her hips, this man crouched down, reached his hand towards the wad of g-

“No, with your mouth,” Josie ordered. 

“Josie..!” Shanette laughed. 

“Shhh…let’s see if he does it,” Josie gleamed, “C’mon, Jerry, on your knees. Get that gum off of Ms. O’Rourke’s pretty, white, high-heel shoe.”

“Yeah, on your knees,” someone said. 

Wait, that was me. 

Katie stood taller and merely watched as this man, her former boss that she knew considered her a ditzy salesgirl more useful as eye candy to draw in customers than a real member of the sales team, prostrated himself at her feet. 

“I bet you wish this was Melissa, huh?” Josie said, “Now get that gum.”

We all watched, holding back our giggles of glee, as Jerry Miller, former General Manager of Wellspring Honda, bent his lips down close to the tip of Katie’s white pump. He looked up, only to see Katie peering down her nose at him over the big swell of her chest. She was no longer smiling. 

Women are so fucking strong, I immediately thought, We are going to rule this planet. 

Jerry had paused. Perhaps he was thinking the same thing. 

“Go ahead, Jerry,” Katie told him, flatly. . 

He picked off Josie’s gum with his lips, drew it in. 

“Stop right there,” Josie said, before he could back away even an inch. “and kiss her foot.”

With no hesitation, looking up at Katie, regal in haughty placidity, he kissed her white, patent-leather shoe with a pucker and smack. 

“Again,” Josie commanded. 

He obeyed. Another kiss to her foot. 

“Good boy,” Josie said, “Now chew it.”

“Chew the gum,” Shanette told him. 

More slowly now, like a dim child, he obeyed. He began tentatively to chew Josie’s spat-out, discarded gum. He was still on his knees, and looking up at Katie. 

“Eat it,” Katie said. 

He paused. He stopped chewing. 

“Swallow it, now,” she said, commanded. 

He did as he was told, with a barely audible <gulp>.

The girls, all of us now, lauded him with purrs that had changed to growls.

“You have got the job,” someone said. 

That was me, again. 

“Kiki get it turned on,” Josie said, nodding at the large white device I’d readied for him. “And stand up, Jerry,” she ordered, “Where do you want him?”

“He can stand right there,” I answered, as the girls pulled Mr. Miller up to his feet. I was concentrating, having only learned how to use this device last week. I could tell he was looking at me as I prepared the unit, checking the settings on the handheld. My woman’s intuition, though, told me that instead of looking at what I was preparing to use on him, the man was staring at my butt. They all seemed to, these days. Sometimes, even at my normal weight, I felt like my rear end had its own gravity, and they were all drawn to it. 

I turned, and stepped towards him. Since he had been stood up, and still surrounded by the girls who all stood taller than him, he looked more little than ever. I clicked on the device in my hand, which was attached to the larger part of the unit by a long cord, and it started humming. Suddenly he looked nervous. 

“Jerry, oh, you’re shaking,” Shanette cooed, “What is it? Are you scared of big girls?”

“Wh-what is that?” he finally asked. 

It is a Laser-assisted Galvanic Short-Wave Electrolysis Machine, I said to myself. He would not need to know that, though. “We are going to use it to shave your head,” I instead told him.

“Permanently,” Josie said. 

“It’s going to remove all your hair,” Shanette added. 

“Forever, Jerry,” finished Katie. 

While I moved the buzzing instrument I held in my hand over Jerry’s scalp,his short brown hair falling off of him while the current killed his follicles, the girls held him. His head was properly bowed and while the four of us chided him and praised his obedient compliance, he stayed quiet.  Though he had a hard time not looking at Shanette’s chest.

When I was almost done, his head nearly bald, Katie spoke up to him. 

“You know Shanette’s got a boyfriend, Jerry,” she said. 

“Yeah I don’t know if Scottie would appreciate you looking at his girlfriend’s knockers,” Josie added. 

Shanette merely giggled. “It’s okay, Jerry, you can look down,” she purred, “In fact, I was guessing you might. Little guys like you get all weird these days when they look at women’s chests.”

I was done with his electrolysis. He would never grow hair again. 

Shanette reached out and rubbed his newly-bald pate. “Wanna get weird with us, Jerry?”

“The door’s closed, Jerry…” Josie commented. 

“You can pull down those pants…” Katie said. 

They are going to make him jerk off, right in front of us.

“Yeah you’ve got the job, you won’t need them anymore…”

“We’ve got some overalls for you…”

“…and a place in the basement, Jerry.”

“You will like it there, Mr. Miller.”

“You can worship all you want…”

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[pub-lius]

hiiii :3

i just read your response to an ask about your reason for disliking ron chernow’s alexander hamilton book, and i wanted to ask if i can still use it as source for some info. i’ve done my fair share of research on various topics and my opinions/what i’ve read differentiated strongly sometimes from what he wrote, but some things are just hard to come by (as somebody not from the US who doesn’t have local resources and has to rely on stuff i can find online). what do you suggest i do if i want more accurate info? i know the founders archive but other than that i haven’t found a lot of trustworthy sources concerning the amrev that aren’t $300 textbooks?

idk- sorry this is really long :,) i’m not sure in im making any sense haha

Girl have you seen the length of my posts? This is not long at all, and you make perfect sense.

And if you have seen my posts, you may notice that Chernow is my most frequent citation because of how valuable his biographies are as sources. He does intensely thorough research and his index and bibliography are so extensive, I can’t even make a joke about getting them as a tramp stamp.

Chernow is a great source and I do recommend any starting Hamilton scholar to get a copy, if you have the means and patience. The downfalls of it are its a hard read and his personal interpretations are heavily skewed and biased in various directions, which is only different from other historians because he doesn’t give proper evidence and substantiation to these claims. All you need to have in order to recognize this is basic critical thinking skills. Tl;dr: Chernow is a great source, he’s just fucking annoying and I hate him.

One very good thing about Chernow is that his book is so (painfully) extensive, that it can serve as a source for more than just Hamilton, so there’s no shame in using him as a source for *checks notes* how the island of St. Kitts and Nevis was formed from a volcano, if you’re into that.

I see your inability to access US propaganda and I raise you youtube documentaries. That may sound crazy, but you can put it on in the background and cross reference between them (usually repeated details are closest to the truth). They can also be entertaining, especially if they’re from the 80s (i love the 80s). Additionally, if you’re looking for archives, @maip--macrothorax can tell you all the benefits of Internet Archive (if they aren’t too busy borrowing all of the books on there /lh). You can also find a lot of things on the Library of Congress’s website, and also my favorite governmental department:

THE NATIONAL PARK SERVICE!!

Go to the national park service, it includes all the battlefields, important buildings, where important buildings used to be, the houses of historical figures, and really pretty parks (also like mount gaymore (rushmore) and shit but wtvr). They have tons of information and great archivists and librarians and i long for their jobs. Also, American Battlefield Trust, Mount Vernon, The Museum of the American Revolution, etc. also have great sources and tons of information- along with wonderful reenactments that they have on youtube!!

I also do my best to make these sources as accessible as possible, so if you do some perusing you might be able to find some of this stuff here, but I am always happy to answer asks with links or research though I am very slow (sorry). And of course, my dms are open and I probably wouldn’t be totally infuriated if you found me at my local library and asked for directions to the non-fiction section. I am the personal librarian of tumblr.com, so ask away and I’ll be there!!

[softaestluv]

Hey sorry to bother you but I was just wondering how it felt when you posted your first fic. I just posted mine and I’m absolutely terrified I’ll get negative comments. So I thought I should ask one of my fav writers how you dealt with the beginning of posting your work on tumblr. Anyways thank you so much for reading this byeee ♥️

Hiiii!

So, I actually posted on ao3 before I posted on tumblr! I think my first post on ao3 was in August and my first post on here was in march (?) It made the transition from ao3 to here a little easier bc a couple ppl recognized my works from ao3!

But, when I first posted I was scared too! Even now when I post I get nervous haha 😭😭 When I first posted on ao3 I tried my best to be a perfectionist, and honestly it kinda weighed down my conscious. Now, when I write I try to improve and make it as pretty as I can obviously, but I don’t push myself too hard to have amazing flowery work! When I worried too much/tried too hard to make it perfect it just wasn’t fun to write, so now I just let it flow as best I can even if it’s not imagery perfection. It’s okay to write basic tropes! Not everything has to be an amazing tragedy lol

I was also scared bc I didn’t want to mischaracterize a character in fic, but at the end of the day it’s fictional characters, and it’s really not that deep. Simon ISN’T an alpha werewolf with an omega reader who has three kids LOL. It’s all meant to be fun! Everything is up to interpretation anyways.

I think posting on ao3 it was a little easier (for me atleast) just bc I felt like it was a little less personal and I wouldn’t have to interact with so many ppl. However, I think that’s the plus about Tumblr! So, many other creators are nervous, overthink, and feel like how you are, including me! I’m constantly afraid I ruined a fic with a chapter update or I’m going to write something that people don’t like. With my most recent update for Nine Lives I literally posted and then logged out bc I was like WHAT IF THE PEOPLE DONT LIKE IT. But it’s a fandom, and a community, most creators are supportive of each other because they get it! It’s also really rewarding to see creators you follow/respect liking your works on here. (I literally know exactly which posts my fave creators have liked of mine lmao)

I think most people won’t leave negative comments especially from a creators perspective because everyone is just trying to uplift each other and talk about the fictional characters we love so much haha!! Everyone has been so welcoming and kind to me!!

I have had a few comments here and there that have been rude, but at the end of the day they don’t gain anything from it. Just block them and move on because there’s so many other individuals who will love your work! You won’t want negative people in your safe space anyways! And the more you write and read the better your work will become, you don’t get better unless you start!

Also embrace the cringe.

[the-incapable-hero]

hiiii (twirling my hair) i'd love to get something for ambivalence chiaki ! i don't really have anything specific in mind for the oneshot, but the gist of the au i had in mind was that he was the right hand knight to the lord of a fallen kingdom. also maybe a kind of anti-hero kind of vibe,, i've seen some fanarts still retaining his bright heroic personality but like. that is not the face of a hero hsdfghdh

anyway hope that's enough to go off of,, but i look forward to reading ! (≧∀≦)ゞ

One Ambivalence Chiaki, coming up! Featuring Himeru from the same cross-scout! Spoilers at the very end in the form of author's notes. I'll probably post this to AO3 eventually...

Hope you enjoy!

Himeru could hear his footsteps ring through the dilapidated castle. He remembered how beautiful the dark marble used to be when it was polished to a perfect shine and decorated with clean royal blue and gold. But that era was no more. 

Yes, the era of that fallen king was at its end. So when Himeru’s liege heard whispers of the old king still being alive and plotting his return to the throne, plus, possibly being related to the mysterious losses of innocent lives, it was immediate cause for concern. And so, the good Queen sent him on a mission to quash any budding threats to their finally stabilized kingdom.

Which brings us back to Himeru, smelling the must of neglect in his old castle of residence, listening for the telltale sounds of his old leader.

It was quiet for a long time, and Himeru had already ventured deep into the castle. Perhaps there was nobody here, and the rumors were just that: rumors. Perhaps it was a wild animal or beast that had taken the lives of those people…

Then, footsteps. Ones that weren’t his own, but he recognized the standard sound of a knight’s boots against the floor. He rushed in the direction of the footsteps and followed their sound, muffled behind an ornate yet crumbling door.

He pushed it open without a second thought.

“Woah!” An exaggerated yelp from the stranger immediately told Himeru one thing before the door was completely open: this was not the old king. The voice was much too youthful and expressive. And once the door was open, he immediately deduced several things about this person.

First, they were a knight. Dressed not in the new royal colors of rose red and pure white, but in the classic dusty black and midnight blue of the old guard. 

Second, Himeru had evidently surprised them, since the character had leaped backwards from the door, narrowly missing being hit by Himeru opening it towards him.

Third, Himeru knew this knight. Not personally, but those wide, reddish-brown eyes were familiar. They belonged to a young recruit from some time ago… Chi… Chia… Ah, Himeru remembered.

“Chiaki Morisawa.” he spoke to the other, genuinely surprised to see him. 

“Chief!” Chiaki exclaimed, eyes lit up with recognition, and his smile followed soon after.

“I can’t believe you’re here! Haha! It’s been so long!” he shouted. Himeru recalled how loud the young recruit would be in the past. The two never spoke, but memories of hearing his voice across the training grounds flashed by Himeru’s mind. He smiled fondly at the boy.

“It has. Though… what are you doing here?”

“I’ve been living around here. You know, odd mercenary jobs here and there. Plus, it’s my duty to protect His Majesty!” Chiaki beamed and puffed out his chest, just like he had years ago when reciting the same mission.

Though Himeru was only reminded of his own oath, and his fond smile dropped.

“Morisawa, the king of old has fallen. He is no longer deserving of your loyalty.” Himeru said. His heart clenched at the way Chiaki’s expression fell in a show of hurt.

“But, we’ve taken an oath!”

“Yes, and my oath is to protect the good Queen. You must tell me, where is he? Is he in this castle?”

“...”

“Morisawa.”

“I can’t tell you.” Chiaki’s eyes lit up with that young, pure fire of determination. Himeri knew what he must do, but to kill Chiaki, the innocent, noble, young recruit… 

“Morisawa, I have a duty. Step aside.”

“...No.” and Chiaki drew his sword shakily. Despite the fire in his eyes, he looked reluctant.

“I won’t let you through.” he said, determined, nonetheless.

“...Then you leave me no choice.” Himeru drew his own sword, and wished to some higher power that he wouldn’t have to kill this poor boy.

The scuffle really didn’t last long. It only made Himeru feel worse for wielding his sword against someone so shaky. In barely thirty seconds, Chiaki was backed up against the stairs of the room and tripped backwards onto them, falling clumsily and letting his sword clatter to the ground. Himeru watched as his eyes went wide in terror as Himeru brought his sword to Chiaki’s neck.

“...Don’t make me do this, Morisawa.” He whispered. His heart ached for the other, desperately wishing that his blood wouldn’t have to be spilled. That such an injustice wouldn’t have to be carried out.

Chiaki’s fearful eyes looked up at him, pleadingly.

Then, they relaxed.

Then, the rest of his face relaxed, completely neutral.

Himeru faltered, trying to decipher Chiaki’s now unreadable expression.

Then, those reddish eyes narrowed into a sly smile.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to.” he said, all previous fear gone, like a switch had flipped or he’d been replaced with someone entirely different. Himeru felt his heart plummet to his stomach, suddenly hit with the painful and sobering realization that he had no idea who Chiaki was.

Before he could surge forward and finish the job, his arm was yanked backwards and a painful prickle was felt around his wrist and through his sleeves. Dread quickly replaced any sorrow he’d felt before as briars sprouted from the cracked ground and encircled his every limb, pulling him painfully away from this stranger. In the distance, even deeper into the castle, Himeru could almost hear… whispers?

The strange knight sat up from the stairs, sheathing his sword and sauntering over to Himeru, a cocky and leering smile sitting comfortably on his face.

“Bravo, ‘Captain’. You’re not rusty, I’ll give you that.” He placed a hand under Himeru’s chin.

“I know you have your oath, but I still have mine. Plus, there’s something we need you for. You’ll stay to help, right?”

“You bastard!”

“Calm down, it’s nothing bad. I promise.” Chiaki drew his hand back and lounged back on the steps.

“See, while you and your queen were having fun at the new capital, we were occupied. He wasn’t the king for no reason, you know. I know you feel it; the power here in this castle. It’s the same one that keeps us from leaving.” Chiaki’s expression hardened into a glare, and the briars began to creep up his own legs. He grabbed one of the roses and crushed it in his hand, the floral scent immediately reaching Himeru.

And in the distance, those whispers again, quiet and yet unbearably loud. Indecipherable, and yet meaning clear as day: 

“Mmmyyy Knighhhhtttt”

“We’ve been here. Waiting. And nothing. Nobody came. Nobody listened to our shouts or screams. Just silence. But I’m a good knight. I don’t give up.” Chiaki grasped the hilt of his sword with his rose-stained hand. Himeru saw his knuckles turn white, but his expression only returned to that relaxed, sultry smile.

“And if the only way to get someone to give us the time of day is to play a few tricks, then so be it.”

“You caused those rumors… how!?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know. It doesn't matter anyway. It got you here, didn’t it? You’re here… finally.” Chiaki’s expression melted into something borderline manic, before returning to his previous composure. Evidently, the years had not left him unscathed.

“Your aim was to trap me!?”

“I guess if you want to see it like that, then sure, I trapped you. But consider this, now that you’re here with these thorns, we have a common goal. The enemy of my enemy something something.” 

And just like before, as the briars continued to envelop them, Himeru heard the whispers, this time accompanied by a tug.

“Twooooo….. Comeeee…. My knightsssss….”

“What are you getting at?” Himeru demanded from Chiaki.

“I want freedom. And in order to do that, I need to free my liege from the power in this castle. He’s a prisoner of their influence, and as long as he’s like that, there’s no way we can escape. Not when he attacks at every move I make. So, you’re the perfect one to help.” Chiaki said happily. Himeru caught a glimpse, just a glimpse, of the happy smile of a young recruit, ready to take on the world. Himeru faltered again.

“You’re quiet, Captain.”

“...You’d really risk luring in innocent people just for a chance at escaping?”

“Yes. You’re not the first one, Captain. You’re just the first capable one.”

“...How dare you.”

“Hm?”

“How dare you!”

“What else should I have done, Captain? Sit here and let that thing take over my liege? Let myself starve by refusing to eat the roses consuming others' lives? Let it get stronger and stronger while everyone else is none the wiser?” Chiaki huffed and looked Himeru dead in the eyes.

“I don’t know what you think your ‘justice’ will do in this place, Captain, but mine is going to get us out of here.”

“...” Himeru went silent as the briars continued to wrap around them. He somehow knew that they were trying to drag them deeper into the castle. The whispers, undeniably the corrupted old king, called him closer.

“Well, Captain? What’s your verdict? Lie down and die or help me to kill this thing off?” Chiaki asked.

“...Fine.” Himeru conceded, feeling defeated. Chiaki smirked.

“Good. But, just to be clear…” Himeru watched as the same rosy briars curled around Chiaki. While Himeru could see the pricks of blood bloom out from his own white uniform, he couldn’t tell if they were drawing blood from Chiaki against the black fabric.

“You’re not going to have it easy. Just like us.”

And just like that, the thorns consumed him.

Notes:

tbh I wasn't really sure what to do here since... well, I wanted to do a bit of a personality change, but wasn't sure how to make it not OOC. And so, we have two-faced Chiaki, paired with heroic HiMERU (or just Himeru in this fic lol)

So uh, I hope I did okay? lol thanks for requesting!

[tossball-stick]

i dont have a name for this au beyond "the gang survives au." im really bad with names. sorry

this is mostly gonna be a first draft ramble, specifically about kieran. most of this is subject to change at any time.

second disclaimer: this is also a really self indulgent au haha. im mostly listening to my pussy while writing this whole au. im doing stuff that appeals solely to me. it might not make the most sense to you, but there is an easy explanation for every decision i make, writing wise. just ask and i can explain things!!

hiiii im here to ramble about kierans role in my the gang survives au!! i will explain the premise and also get to rambling below the cut. have fun :)

this post covers only her happier, sweeter ending, as i realized while writing that this alone is so fucking much to read haha. part 2 will be linked here once its out.

tagging my kieran enjoyer army: @verdemoun @bakedcrossaintt (? lmk if thats the right tag) (ask to be tagged!!)

Some of these explainations are simple. Sometimes, it's as simple as making the bullet graze the area rather than pierce. Sometimes, I've been thinking for so long and have still been stuck. Sometimes I just change the way the dynamics work out.

Hiii okay so! Basically, the idea with this AU is that the entire gang does live, but the VDL gang crumbles all the same regardless. Yes. Everyone lives. I have been brainstorming for weeks to try and figure out ways the dead members can still go through the events of canon while living.

This, of course, means the final standoff is a lot more tense, and has a lot more peoples emotions involved, and this also means everyone lives until the events of RDR1!

This is not a good thing.

Many of the gang members find themselves stuck in the cycle of poverty, abuse, and violence still, by 1911. Not everyone is as fortunate as John, Abigail, and Jack Marston, or the Reverend, or Tilly. Not everyone wants the same redemption as John, either.

Due to this, John must hunt down all of his family. All of it. At least, those the law and public recognize as members of the gang.

Perhaps the cracks of the gang being destabilized started when John first left. Perhaps he can also push the gang back together for one last hoorah.

Obviously, Kieran still lets Jack out of her sight, he still gets kidnapped, they still bring him back for his party, and she still gets drunk, and nobody notices her initially wander off. This all remains the same.

As for Kieran herself, and her death, I've actually thrown together a couple ways I'd be happy with her story concluding. Unfortunately, I cannot decide which I like better! So, I decided to pull a Dutch, and make Arthur (the player) be able to decide her fate. As with most things in the game, the choices will give Arthur an honor loss, or boost! They both have the same setup, however.

Where I start changing the story, however, is that people do eventually notice her disappearance. Due to her slowly being welcomed into the gang, and very clearly forming some actual bonds and relationships, people do start to search her out. Bill, Mary-Beth, and Sean all begin to worry about her location some time into the party.

It begins by Bill being shamed or outcast in some way. He goes to bug Kieran about it, though struggles to find her anywhere nearby. He awkwardly shuffles to Mary-Beth, knowing the slight romance thats bloomed between her and Kieran, asking if she's seen the guy around. The concern begins to mount when she says, "I thought he was with you," and her brows begin to worry.

This is where Sean butts in. He's been recovering from a head wound, don't worry about it, so his role during the party has mostly been that of an observing drinker. He points out that he saw Kieran drunkenly wander towards the woods, though she disappeared from his sight behind the manor. "I just figured he went to piss! Honest! He has been gone... a long time, though."

By this point, Bill has had enough. He marches up to Dutch and explains the situation, how Kieran is gone in the woods and he knows there are O'Driscolls in those woods, Kieran has been acting paranoid about getting captured by her old gang nearly this whole time, and things are going more and more downhill for the gang. Bill is loud. He always pulls attention to himself.

Dutch responds by dismissing the worries— Kieran is strong, she can handle herself. She went and saved Arthur's life, after all. Sean said she only went to take a leak, right? Why are you, Bill, trying to ruin Jack's party? How could you be so heartless as to make everything about you? A young boy has been saved, you should be celebrating.

I am certain Kieran's loyalty would mean nothing to Dutch by now. He's simply too blinded by the blood fued between his and Colm's gang. Dutch van der Linde is, also, not an idiot. As much as I call him stupid, I doubt he even believes Kieran's insistence that she didn't run with Colm long, or didn't care for him. Dutch knows Colm. He knows the grip Colm has over his flock, the same Dutch has over his own. He believes that, one way or another, Kieran would remain an O'Driscoll, unless he gets to kill Colm himself.

Bill struggles to articulate himself— Why he's worried, why he thinks that they need to be heading out there now, that he's got this awful feeling in his gut, and some people are starting to get worried. Dutch shushes this all, spinning the dialogue in circles and attempting to get Bill to dismiss his own worries as well. If she hasn't come back by now, and there are O'Driscolls in the woods, she probably ran off with them. Use your head, Williamson.

Dutch let Kieran in initially because of his whole "feed people as need feeding" speech to her. He can't go back on that word at first, when people would bring it up. By Jack's party, I doubt anyone even really remembers it but Kieran. There is no reason to keep her around, to keep up those optics, in Dutch's eyes. She has barely been pulling in money and all she does is tend to the horses and take up more resources, no matter how little. Not many people in the gang like her even if they are warming up to her.

Bill, understandably, gets frustrated with this. Gives up, says he ain't even enjoying the party anyway. He's gonna go look for Kieran. Sean and Mary-Beth cannot follow him. Dutch invites Bill to, "be his guest."

This is where player choice is involved. This entire interaction is missable, if you want to miss it. Regardless of Arthur's involvement, Bill will go to the woods to look for Kieran.

Let's start with Arthur being there, and seeing all of this go down.

Bill will then turn to Arthur, a desperate and pleading expression on his face. "Morgan, he saved your life," Bill begs. "You at least owe it to look for him, right?"

And let's have Arthur say yes. Yes, fine, he will help Bill go look for that damned Kieran, O'Driscoll or not. With a decent sized honor boost, they mount up and head out.

Bill eventually finds a trail of footsteps in the mud, following it along with Arthur. Arthur will express his doubts to Bill, but Bill will simply brush them off or ignore them. The footsteps eventually fade into hoofsteps. This is all until there is an abruptly cut off scream from the distance, and Arthur and Bill are racing off.

By the time Kieran is found, she's tied and blindfolded on the back of an O'Driscoll's horse, much the same as you find her atop the back of Arthur's to start. She has already been roughed up, and is only letting out broken sobs by this point.

There are two O'Driscolls, and once Bill calls out to Kieran, it all culminates in a chase through the woods. Hope Arthur brought a horse that handles turns well!

Kieran's struggle quickly grows with the announcement of her saviors, though she is quickly beaten over the head for causing more of a commotion. She is not left unconscious, though she does grow silent besides sobs once more.

Eventually, the chase will burst through into somewhere more open, allowing an easy and clear shot on both O'Driscolls that Arthur and Bill both take. Bill misses, and Arthur must do a little deadeye QTE to keep the O'Driscoll from pulling his revolver and shooting Kieran in the head.

The gunshot startles the horse and Kieran falls. Bill is scrambling to help untie her and get her on her feet. Between broken cries, she's desperately thanking Bill and Arthur, trying to pull herself together from hysteric sobs. She can't stop talking about how terrified she was of what Colm would do to her, only making it all the more clear that her and Colm have more between them than she wants to admit. That they would likely tie her up, starve her, do all the most awful torture methods to her, she's seen how Colm treats men that aren't his kin anymore, and she's heard the way he spoke about Dutch and his gang. This is all too familiar to Arthur.

The ride back is condensed to a cutscene of Bill proudly riding back with Kieran on Brown Jack with him, Arthur following along. Kieran is welcomed back and tended to, Mary-Beth and Karen taking her. She escaped with only some minor head trauma, a couple cigarette burns on her neck, some awful ropeburn, and some body-wide bruises.

From here on out, she is clinging to Mary-Beth, indulging her desire to settle somewhere some day. The violence and constant kidnappings have begun to wear on her, not to mention Bill telling her Dutch's aversion to go look for her, and the lack of concern from half of the camp still, bundled with the growing guilt of letting Jack escape her sight originally... She decides she just wants anything but this.

When Guarma happens, she stays behind. Despite how Dutch seems insistent to have all hands on deck, she refuses to go, demanding why she should do anything for a gang that likes to pretend it's a family, but is the same as all the others she's been in. Dutch's gaze simple hardens into a glare and he says that they will talk about this once he is back. If Kieran does not wish to go, fine.

While the rest of the working men are gone, she is confiding in Mary-Beth more and more. They continued to get pushed closer from the stress of everything, from the constant worry, from having to pull up their bootstraps. She's quite the hand around the camp when Dutch isnt around, and she continues to prove herself to those who ever doubted her. She also grows closer to Sean, who Lenny urged to stay behind as well, to continue recovering.

By the time the boys are back in town, Kieran is well respected, and has pulled herself together to take care of the people Dutch had left behind. She stands up to him, despite being sympathetic to the struggles they all went through.

She does not involve herself in Colm's death, I don't think. I want to believe her and Sadie fight about it even— Sadie demanding to know what reason she has to not want Colm dead.

Of course Kieran feels bitter about her treatment from Colm. Of course Kieran despises the awful things he has done. Kieran also recognizes that she will never climb out of the cycle of violence she's found herself in, should she continue it. She has no druve to keep the violence going. Even survival seems like a pathetic excuse for it, to her.

This only solidifies her backstabbing nature to those who don't trust her.

By the time the caravan of deserters leaves, she's right there with them, clinging to Mary-Beth still.

Kieran thanks Arthur for everything he's done for her. Even if her life hasn't been perfect with them, and has been a lot more good than bad, she's grateful to him for breaking her from being trapped in the tide. She understands why he stays, and does not make an effort to convince him to leave. She knows the kind of hold Dutch has on him, still.

By the epilogue, she's near impossible to find. Though, there's word that Mary-Beth's got an assistant, who seems a little too old for her position. The assistant never says a word to anyone, though she certainly seems a little too familiar.

And that's her happy ending :)

[sparklecats2009]

Hiiii! I have one of your pins on my bag that I bought at south press!! Im glad i happened across your blog and recognized your art! I really really love your art style, as a former flipnote kid haha! ^^ hope you're doing well! <3

Thank you very much for this note. I am lucky so many people from Tennessee follow me.

[dollyforever]

Hiiii lovee. I just joined this app for learning about shifting cuz its soo much better than tik tok

but I still have some questions🙂

I still dont know like if you script something (like knowing a language orrr knowing how to sing) but you dont know that in your cr, will you know it after shifting? after you go back to your cr?

(sorry if Im already boring😅)

and the last question👀

can you shift somewhere, but you don’t know that place really well? likee if I wanna shift to Hogwarts but I dont know the place really well or places they never showed in movies. I still dont know how does that work haha

well thats it and I hope you awnser🥲 byeeee🫶🏻

hii! let’s say you script that in your dr, you’re fluent in french, but in your cr, you only know “bonjour.” When you shift, you’ll fully experience life in your dr as if you’ve always known french, because your dr self has.

now, when you come back to your cr, you might remember bits and pieces of that knowledge. You may recognize certain words, phrases, or even understand some of the language more than before. But you likely won’t be able to speak it as fluently as your dr self, because the skills and experiences from your dr don’t transfer completely into your cr.

here's my theory:

our subconscious in our cr is constantly picking up things, even when we’re not aware of it. so maybe your subconscious has heard more French than you realize, and when you're in your dr, your mind just taps into that. Meanwhile, your conscious mind (the part you're aware of) doesn't necessarily remember ever learning it. In your dr, your subconscious will give you access to knowledge or experiences you didn’t even realize you had picked up.

And that brings me to your second question:

“Can you shift to a place you don’t know really well, like Hogwarts, even if you don’t know what it looks like beyond what the movies show?”

here’s how I’d explain it: Your subconscious fills in the gaps. Even if you don’t consciously know what’s beyond the Great Hall or a room that was never shown in the movies, your mind has likely picked up little cues or created assumptions that your dr can build from.

sooo the answer is yes, you can shift to places you don’t fully know. Your subconscious (or your imagination, guided by intent or scripting) fills in the missing details.

[a-iya]

Hiii ＼(ﾟ∀ﾟ)／

Sooo what do you think about the Haikyuu! Movie without knowing anime? 😀

(I'm sending this ask to discuss our impressions in the comments (and recommend this series a bit haha)

Have a nice day ♡

hiiii!! i didn't realize this was going to become a full-on essay so 💀 apologies in advance for the long-windedness. i don't blame you if you don't feel like reading all the way through lmao (there is a tl;dr at the end if that's the case)

my sister actually got into haikyuu after S1 (pretty much a decade ago at this point 😭) so i've at least known about it and understood the gist of it for a while now. i myself didn't get into anime until a few years ago though! so i've been slowly building up my watch catalog. normally i like funny animes so haikyuu definitely fits the criteria, but due to the fact that 1) it's a sports anime 2) i have very little interest in sports and 3) there would be a LOT of episodes to catch up on, it's just been sitting in my to-watch list for years lmaooo

as i started to follow more people on tumblr, i also started to see more haikyuu content, so i recognized some characters just by their appearance (hinata [obviously], but also kenma, kageyama, and atsumu miya [the guy with the undercut, who i don't remember seeing in the movie]). but anyway, my sister had been saying she wanted to watch the movie once it came out. and over the weekend, i happened to see a lot of people posting about going to watch the movie so i told her we should go! and so we did!

the movie was so hilarious and i thoroughly enjoyed watching!! the rivalry between the 2 teams was sooo funny. i knew i was going to like the movie, but it did end up being a little bit fast-paced for me cause i basically dived in with like. 0.4 background,,,, like ya girl was strUGgLinG trying to keep up. but that's no one's fault but my own 😔 i was kind of hoping it'd be like the demon slayer mugen train movie (which is actually what got me into anime! but that's besides the point). where the premise would be simple enough that you wouldn't need that much context before watching. i knew the movie would basically be just one really long volleyball game so i figured it would be fine... alas, i was wrong 😭 i don't know the rules of the game or any of the characters/their positions so it was all i could do to just watch and try to understand everything as it was happening ;-;

another thing i wanna mention is that now that i've long since graduated from my "beginner weeb" phase and become a full-on weeb, i'm familiar with a lot of voices and voice actors so it's difficult for me to see new characters and their voice actors (that i already know from somewhere else) as one entity 🤔 i'm not sure if that makes a lot of sense ><

for example: the whole time we were watching the movie, i felt like kenma sounded a lot like yuki kaji (who voices shoto [mha] and eren [aot])?? but also didn't at the same time. it was bothering me the whole 2 hours but i looked it up after it was over and i was right 😩

i also immediately recognized kuro as gojo [jjk]/hawks [mha]/greed [fma]; so kuro wasn't even kuro to me, he was just a volleyball au gojo with a completely different look 😭 i feel like that kind of gets in the way of my viewing experience personally, because i couldn't pause and think about where i know this voice from (like i usually do when i start a new anime). but it bOThERs mE because it's like on the tip of my tongue and my mind caNnOT rEST until i confirm my suspicions 😩

anyway, going in, the only people i knew about were like. hinata and kageyama... and it was surface-level knowledge at best. but i've seen kenma around enough where i recognized his character design so i thought i might like him. and he ended up being super cute!! i loved him, but i also really loved kuro (he is very handsome 🥰) and the tall glasses guy from karasuno. he was funny as fuck. but i'm definitely interested in watching the show to see what other lovable goofs the story has to offer. i'm always on the hunt for more blorbos

tl;dr basically i loved the movie, i thought it was really funny; now i have to actually watch the show so i can really enjoy the experience the movie had to offer. the production was honestly great. my sister wants me to get caught up so we can watch it again while it's still in theaters lmao. we'll have to see about that... the first 2 seasons are 25 eps each and then there are at least a few more seasons (even if they are less eps) after that 💀 when i got into mha last year, i was able to blast through 6 seasons within a week,,, but that costed me 3 full days worth of binge-watching and several work nights to catch up 😩 idk if i can do that again

thank you for the ask and interacting with me 🥺🫶 i know your day just started so i hope it goes well!! have a nice rest of the week also <3

[kazuyummy]

hiiii ani! hope yer doin good and feelin hot n pretty 😌 may I ask for an aot matchup? 🤍 please take yer time, love!

1. resilient

2. I asked me friends n dey literally said “trustworthy or precious😌” ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ 🤍🤍

3. interesting

4. unapproachable

a soooooong hm…. angels fall by breaking benjamin

I prefer a matchup with a male character n I like angst n romance

🍊 - idk, ye can choose but pls no smut or smth

- 🛖 (anon emoji)

HIIIIII MY DEAR i'm so happy that i finally got to your matchup hehehe! appreciate your patience so much 💕

i would match you up with JEAN KIRSTEIN. it's funny bc i self-ship w him and i think we're quite different BUT i think he'd really love your personality. i don't think he'd be off-put by you being unapproachable - and he would certainly admire your resiliency. however, what i think he'd like most is getting to know your sweet and thoughtful personality under all that. he's canonically good at drawing and i get a feeling that you'd be able to connect through his art (or his yummy cooking 'cause he's good at that too haha) and he'd really want to spoil you. i think he really values people who don't give up, as it's something he struggles with as well in the series. i can see you being a pair full of respect and admiration for each other, and enjoying each others' interests.

aot manga spoilers under the cut (as well as an angst / romance drabble) !

❀ THE NIGHT BEFORE

leaning on the rail of the ship, all you can see is starlight - a beautiful, fleeting distraction before the battle to come

you're interrupted by the sound of footsteps - one that you can recognize by their cadence alone

you don't even bother looking back when jean joins you looking out onto the horizon, the only sound you hear being the waves lapping against the ship

"nervous?" jean asks, and after a pause, "about tomorrow?"

you snort, not bothering to justify that with an answer. of course you're nervous, on top of a whole array of other emotions. if you start talking about them, they threaten to spill from your chest

"so? is it a bad time to tell you that i'm in love with you?"

now that has your head whirling at him

he remains staring wistfully ahead, and you swallow to regain your composure,

"... probably the worst time."

he laughs with a light shake of his shoulders, as if he expected that response,

"well? would there be a better time?"

a grin breaks onto your face,

"hm. not at all, i suppose."

with that, the tension dissipates, and the next twenty-eight minutes are probably the only truly peaceful minutes you've had in months - worries floating free as birds away as you laugh with jean, recalling fond memories, your mind wandering away from the impending battle tomorrow, as if it were never to happen

and suddenly he asks,

"is it a bad time to kiss you?"

your smile is yearning when you reply,

"... the worst."

"should i do it anyway?"

"of course, jean."

your kiss with him is filled with raw emotion - elation, that your feelings are returned and he's with you in this moment; dread, at the thought of the coming war; anger, that he hadn't told you any of this before when you could've run away and had a peaceful life with him; and something else dull and aching that you can't quite place. you pull back for a second,

"if i die tomorrow, d'you promise to move on?"

"the hell did that come from? of course you won't die tomorrow. neither will i."

he chuckles lightly, but his face is filled with concern,

move on, he scoffs to himself, as if i ever could

you shrug contentedly, throwing away the rest of your worries and fall into his embrace, kisses deep and longing

"i'm in love with you too, jean. as in... i love you"

and with that, you've completely and utterly melted his heart

but maybe - just maybe! he would, only because he'd do whatever you asked him to

and he swears he would've, had he not been the one to kill you on impact when he transformed into a titan

aaaaAAAHHHhh so idk i had this scene playing in my mind which is obv canon-divergent and i'm still not good at writing angst buuuut... every try means eventual improvement, right? anyway ily and hope you enjoyed, thanks so much for your patience 💓

read completed matchup here 💫

[nicka-nell]

Hiiii, are you ok with Tsumu, Kiyoomi and Semi or Toshi how they act when seeing the s/o in sexy underwear? Thank you! 🐰

Hello little bunny (I hope that’s fine with you because of the emote hehe)😇 I took Toshi because I love him so much haha. I hope you like it! 💚

Seeing you in lingerie

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi, Miya Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi; x reader

Warning: MDNI, nsfw-ish

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You two have been a couple for years, but the subject of lingerie never came up. To be honest, Ushijima never gave a thought to your underwear. He simply doesn’t care what you wear.

Although he once asked himself how a little bit of fabric can be so expensive when he was doing laundry. A three-pack of his underpants is still cheaper than one of your slips, although there is much less fabric on it, and then you also have to buy a bra. Ushijima there had asked himself whether there are also bras for men and he just did not know about it until now.

Anyway, otherwise he doesn’t care if your underwear is cotton or lace, what shape or color it is, as long as you’re comfortable in it. 

He likes it best when you wear his old school jersey, no panties underneath. On the one hand, it is damn hot when you bend over to get something to drink from the bottom of the fridge, and on the other hand it pushes his ego to know that you already were his even back then. 

Today, for his birthday, you had thought of an additional surprise. You bought yourself a cute set of underwear. A sheer lace fabric in skin color, with a few small dainty flowers. 

From a distance, you would not recognize the fabric, only the beautiful flowers. Everything else, your nipples, your slit, can be seen through the fabric. You like the set, it somehow has something of a pretty sexy farmer girl.

Giggling, you look at yourself in the mirror as the bedroom door opens and Ushijima stands in front of you with big eyes.

“Tendou comes a little earlier… because of the cake but the guys-… I’m sorry!” He swallows loudly and slams the door again. Ushijima’s heart’s still pounding. He feels warm, and he does not know what to do.

Did he just apologize for seeing you in your underwear? Underwear or… What were you wearing there? It looked super seductive on you. You don’t usually wear that. Or did he just not notice? 

No… Ushijima would have noticed, because… Again he swallows before he looks down on his comfortable sports pants, which have formed an almost visible bulge.

God, he’s got to change his mind. Cucumbers, socks with holes, tea tree oil shampoo… But he doesn’t have much time to distract himself, when the door opens and you look at him questioningly. Still in these sexy lingerie. 

“Why did you run out like that?” 

“I didn’t mean to interrupt your dressing.”

“But you can always disturb me, Toshi, my big powerful bear.” Playfully you pull up an eyebrow and grab his hands to pull him into the bedroom and to push him lovingly on the bed. But Ushijima straightens up again, does not want you to see his erection. 

“What’s the matter? You… you don’t like it?” You ask, now clearly insecure and offended, your arms clasp in front of your body. Actually, you thought he’d like it, but instead, he just stares at you without a word.

Ushijima clears his throat before shaking his head. He likes it, a lot actually. “No, my love, that’s not it…”

“I, I thought it would be nice…  to surprise you a bit for your birthday..” Now his eyes are getting bigger. So you deliberately put on something like that to surprise him. A pleasant warmth flows through him at the thought, as you had chosen the outfit with your thoughts only with him. Just to please him.

“I am surprised.”

“Oh yes? It somehow doesn’t look like that, Toshi… Please say something…”  

“You don’t have to wear that to please me, you know that, right?” You don’t answer him. Apparently he doesn’t like it, you think and look at the ground where two hands come into your field of vision to grab your wrists and pull you forward. 

“Come here, baby girl. You don’t have to wear that, but… I think you look incredibly hot in it.” His voice is so deep and dangerous that it makes you almost startle when you look up at him and see these heavy, fiery eyes.

“T-Toshi?” 

“Come here, sit on my lap.” He says, almost commanding, gently pulls your hands before you nod and kneel on the bed, you on his lap before a surprised moan slips your lips. Ushijima’s massive cock presses hard against your covered slit, narrow eyes look at you, waiting for yours to meet. 

“I told you, I like what I see.” 

“T-Toshi, I think…  You know, Tendou could-“ 

“Nuh, don’t mention him. You started this, my baby girl. Now you have to deal with the consequences.” 

A few days ago, you bought a set of sexy lingerie when Atsumu was still abroad because he had some volleyball games. Today he comes back and you are already nervous if he will like such an outfit.

Atsumu is actually a simple man. 

He doesn’t care if your bra matches your panties. During your sexy time, you only have the underwear on for a few seconds before he tears it off of your body anyway. 

Actually, he always finds it especially sexy when you come to him with your tousled bun, the white bra and these simple red panties and your plush socks. Or even wear nothing but his shirt, sit on his lap and just wait for him to get hard. 

Knowing all this, is why you’re unsure if he’ll like you wearing such fancy stuff. 

Uncertain, you turn your body to the left and right in the living room in front of the mirror. The set of a black lace bra with red embroidered roses and a wafer-thin, transparent lace panty fits perfectly on your otherwise naked body. The straps of the bra and the sidebands of your panties are not made of fabric. Thin gold chains replace them. On your ankles are two lace bracelets that make the set look even more classy and sexy. Actually, you look really sexy in it. The only question is if Atsumu likes it. 

Sighing, you look at the fox tail that was delivered to this set, because your panties have an open slit at the back to decorate your hole with this fox tail-looking butt plug. A headband with fox ears was also included. But here you are, even more unsure of what he would think of it. That’s a little more specific.

Once again, you spin around, look at your butt as you shriek through the voice of your lover.

“Hey babe, yer sexy lover’s ba- holy fucking hell!” 

He interrupts his own sentence as he walks through the hallway directly into the living room. 

The large travel bag slips off his shoulder as he looks at you with his mouth wide open. For a moment he can say absolutely nothing, just stares at you without a word.

He was happy to see you again after a week. On purpose, he had not written to you when his flight went back, because he wanted to surprise you at home. Nothing is more beautiful than your surprised and full of joy radiant face. But seeing you here in something like that…

All his words, the clear thoughts disappear suddenly and he has the feeling that all his blood is now only pumping into his cock. Atsumu is rock hard. 

The underwear is really sexy, especially because it actually shows so much. He can see a bit of your nipples, which is really hot.

“Tsumu I-, what are you…” 

“Damn babe, you look… holy… ‘M gonna eat you out, my little doll.” He purrs before he literally runs towards you, grabs you by your thighs and lifts you up. 

Atsumu walks with you towards the sofa, spreading already sloppy kisses over your cleavage. The soft fabric and Atsumu captures your body. His murmuring and chuckling is the only thing you hear. The only thing you feel is his stiff cock he rubs on your body. 

You also sense how the lust rises in you, before you look again to the side on the table, where the other parts of the set are.

“What’s up, babe? Yer not in the mood?” Asks Atsumu, who misinterprets your movement. Because he had no eyes for anything in this house other than you. But you only shake your head.

“No, it’s not that… but…” You do not dare to continue the sentence, still only look to the side, when Atsumu turns his head and sees what is lying on the table.

You sense how his cock has become bigger, even if that probably is not possible, before he looks at you with a sly grin.

“My, oh my, what’s that babe?”  He asks teasingly, although he knows exactly what and for what that is.

“I- that’s actually part of the set… It’s… uh…” 

“Mhh, never heard a fox. I think it’s time to find out what sounds the fox makes. Don’t ya think, my little fox?” 

Atsumu has to admit that lingerie is sexy and turns him on, but it’s not something he would always prefer. But he might get used to seeing you sometimes in such underwear. For him, the messy look always remains the best. Because that’s you, his sexy girlfriend. But he is always happy about photos of you in lingerie when he is abroad.

Sakusa loves to see you in beautiful dresses or lingerie.

For him, you’re his princess, and he wants you to feel like one, even if it’s just about underwear.

It happens often that he buys you a nice set, which you usually like.

It turns Sakusa on when you come out of the bathroom, go into the dimmed bedroom, and stand in the doorway with your still shimmering body.

Nevertheless, it does not bother him if you also wear your normal underwear. The disadvantage of lingerie is that it is usually not really suitable for everyday life. Sakusa knows that and therefore tells you again and again that he loves you and not the clothes you wear. 

However, he can’t hide the sparkle in his eyes when you’re wearing them.

This time you wanted to surprise him and bought yourself a set you wanted to wear after his game today.

Dozens of candles you put on in the bedroom to make the lighting romantic, adjust the set one last time. Yet you hear the door open, quickly jump on the bed before you call Sakusa’s name, wanting to lure him into the bedroom. 

“Princess, I know it’s late, but I have to eat a little something before I go to bed. Go on and sle-“ His voice gets louder with every step he approaches the bedroom before it falls completely silent when he opens the door and sees you sitting on the bed. Shy and yet somehow sexy, you look at him, brush your hair back and watch his cheeks turn reddish.

Sakusa’s heart beats fast. The sight of you in such a seductive outfit hits him unexpectedly. No matter how many times he sees you in underwear.

You look like a bride waiting longingly on her honeymoon for her husband to finally come to bed with her, so that the two can spend a unique night. You wear a corset made of fine lace, which is decorated at the bottom with white tulle, matching panties and knee socks… A beautiful doll. 

Sakusa forgot he was hungry. He can’t help but just look at you. You look so innocent, so pure, and yet sexy.

“Is everything all right Kiyoomi?” You ask him, because after a few minutes he still only looks in your direction.

“Yes, yes all the best. Come to me, my pretty princess.” Sakusa says something absent, still looks at you, and observes every step you take towards him before he puts your hands in his and makes you spin around your own axis. 

“You know, now I’m hungry for something completely different.” Sakusa whispers to you as he presses you to his chest, strokes your curves with his hands and gives you some kisses all over your neck.

“Hey Kiyoomi, that tickles!” You giggle and try to free yourself from his grip, but he only pulls you closer to him.

“Oh my beautiful doll, it’s too late to back down now.” You feel his smirk before he nibbles on your earlobe, lifts you up and carries you to bed.

Maybe he should let you choose the lingerie from now on, because the set you have chosen is by far what he likes best on your perfect body.

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OMGGGG HIII I USED RECOGNIZED YOUR (MAIN BLOG) NAME FROM LITERAL YEARS AGO (AT LEAST 2019) FROM ,, MULTIPLE THINGS ACTUALLY LIKE YOUTUBE AND SMTH ELSE I THINK ,, small world !! im really glad to find your stuff again and see you doing well, haha :DDDD

LITERALLY NO WAY THATS SO COOL??? HIIII :D !!! 💖💖 I have become so ill

And thank you!!

[roxannarambles]

For the ask game: 💻Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done? and 🖊Post a snippet from a current WIP. Also hiiii love your work, thank you for writing and sharing!!!

Hi there! I definitely research for my fics when needed. In the very least, I like to have my notes on the show's lore, folders full of reference photos, scripts of episodes, etc all sorted out and organized. My deepest dive for researching for a fic would probably be when I was working on a Dr. Who story I never ended up finishing or posting-- it was the 2nd Doctor's era and it involved some Scottish lore on mythical beasties. A shame I never finished that one.

Also, dunno if this really counts, since it wasn't for a specific fic, but I researched a lot on Victorian England when I was super into Sherlock Holmes. Like, I actually went to my local library and went into the stacks and pulled out dusty tomes for that stuff, haha. I remember making lots of photocopies of the books on the relevent sections I wanted. Good times.

Thank you for reading, anon! <3 Here's a snippet of my current WIP under the read more cut!

THEOWLLADY:

saw this weird bug demon and thought of you

Hunter stared at his scroll, exasperated.

Rulerzreachf4n:

why did it remind you of me??

THEOWLLADY:

I dunno, just. look at him.

THEOWLLADY:

he's just a little guy. a crechure.a silly little lad.

Rulerzreachf4n:

what

THEOWLLADY:

he's so skrunkly

Rulerzreachf4n:

stop. what. are you talking about

Rulerzreachf4n:

what is skrunkly

THEOWLLADY:

you are skrunkly

Rulerzreachf4n:

I have to go

He ended up getting busy the rest of the morning and didn't check his scroll again until his lunch break. Sitting alone at a table and casting a quick glance around to make sure others weren't watching, he pulled the scroll out.

Luz hadn't messaged him anything, but as he scrolled Penstagram he saw she had posted a new video. He clicked on it.

"You ready, King?"

The footage was a little wobbly as Luz aimed the camera down at the tiny demon.

"Yeah!"

She laughed and handed him the end of a rope.

"All right, just be sure to hold on tight! You're gonna be the first wakeboarding demon in the world!"

There was a bunch of scratchy noises from the wind as the camera began to lift into the air, showing that Luz was riding the Owl Lady's magic staff and carrying the other end of the rope along with her.

"OK, KING, GET INTO POSITION!"

The video stopped abruptly. Hunter scrolled up to see a second video that was posted a few minutes later. Feeling increasingly concerned, he hit 'play.'

The video was difficult to make out at first, as it kept bouncing around; Luz was hovering low above a small lake, which seemed to be in the woods around the Owl Lady's house, if Hunter recognized it correctly. At the other end of the rope, King was balancing on some kind of floating board in the water, the rope gripped tightly in his claws.

"YOU READY?"

The little demon shouted out,

"YEAH, GO AHEAD!"

Luz gave an excited whoop and began flying, pulling the rope along as she did so. It propelled the tiny demon along the water.

"FASTER, FASTER!"

"OK, HOLD TIGHT!"

The speed increased, Luz just barely skimming across the surface of the water with her staff, kicking up waves in her wake. Behind her, the demon squealed,

"I'M DOING IT!!"

Hunter's eyes widened. This was a terrible idea, they were going to get killed doing this.

King continued to holler in glee as he bounced over the surface of the waves, the board sometimes lifting right up into the air before crashing back down. Luz was laughing and the camera was bouncing all over the place, wildly unsteady. She began to call out to King again, but the camera suddenly jerked and rolled as Luz gave an awful scream, and the footage suddenly fell dead.

Wide-eyed, Hunter quickly scrolled through the rest of her Penstagram, but nothing else had been posted. Feeling his heart begin to pound in fear, he clicked into his DMs.

Rulerzreachf4n:

AREYOU OKAY

Rulerzreachf4n:

LUZ???

He was busy rewatching the first video and trying to calculate their exact location, while trying to decide how to best sneak away from his duties, when a message popped up for him.

THEOWLLADY:

hi!

THEOWLLADY:

yeah, I'm fine. what's up?

Confused, he rushed to type,

Rulerzreachf4n:

whatr happend??

THEOWLLADY:

what do you mean?

He made a frustrated growl.

Rulerzreachf4n:

youtrs stupiod video you poste,d  

Rulerzreachf4n:

at the lakew, it looke like youccrashed!

THEOWLLADY:

OH

THEOWLLADY:

oh, oh right

THEOWLLADY:

sorry, I guess that would look kinda bad with how it ended, I haven't posted the next video yet

THEOWLLADY:

I'm fine, I didn't crash. well, ok, technially i did but

THEOWLLADY:

umm it's ok! I have this new glyph that helps with that

THEOWLLADY:

so I only have a few scratches, no big deal

THEOWLLADY:

i swear that dumb tree wasnt there earlier...

He couldn't believe it.

[sparklingdemon]

I'm gonna be so sad when Cody's trust is destroyed if it happens ;o; I suppose there's no 'nice' way to go about it is there? Also btw, I'm also techie anon on the blog ;) Hiiii

haha, definitely not...

it would definitely be a point of no return in cody's relationship with the players. while cody recognizes there are many kind players, things would never be the same again and it would only be a downward spiral from there.

i don't want to say too much about it, but there definitely is no kind way to make them capture the ghosts. cody truly feels that their life depends on not capturing them, and they would do anything to preserve their life for as long as possible.

by disrespecting that wish after everything cody's said, the players would prove they don't care if cody lives or dies. that information would be truly devastating for them.

hi there, though! glad to see you off anon!