#so i apologise if this isn't tagged properly

[wallabywhump]

Tommy’s ears feel like they have cotton stuffed in them.

“I-.” Tommy licks his lips, panic is crawling up his throat at what Evan just said, because it can’t be possible.  “Can you repeat that, babe?”

Evan grunts, and there’s hushed whispers and slamming doors, and maybe a slightly louder noise of Hen yelling in the distance, and Tommy knows the 118 firehouse well enough to know that Evan is hiding in the corner of the changing rooms.

“I said, Gerrard is captain of the 118.” Evan is speaking so quietly that the phone mic is barely picking him up, but Tommy hears him loud and clear.

His heart skips a beat at the confirmation.

“Fuck,” Tommy whispers. “But how?”

“Good question,” Evan hisses. “Bobby quit, and didn’t tell us, and that’s beside the point.”

Tommy nods, it is beside the point. Tommy should be comforting Evan right now, assuring him that they can talk to someone, that it’s okay, this isn’t permanent, and-

Yet, all his brain is repeating is, “were we affectionate at the ceremony?”

Tommy says it out loud without meaning, and he blinks because that isn’t at all what he meant to say, but his mouth is moving without his permission.

“I mean, I don’t know if Gerrard would have noticed if we were, I know I was very stiff, and yes, he knows I’m gay, but he doesn’t know you’re out and-,”

Evan isn’t speaking.

Tommy can’t shut up.

“-and that doesn’t even matter. He was reassigned for discriminatory actions against multiple members of the 118, two of which are still serving, so how is he even back? Who approved this?”

Tommy’s brain is kind of in overdrive, trying to think of how’s, why’s, and fix it, fix it, fix it.

“I reported him for multiple instances of homophobia and racism, and you’re my boyfriend, and he’s captain again, and-,” Tommy takes a deep breath, “shit, I shouldn’t be complaining about myself. You called to commiserate. Shoving all that back into a dark corner of my mind.”

“That doesn’t sound very healthy,” Evan finally says, and it’s deadpan, dry, with maybe a slight hint of sarcasm to it. (Some part of Tommy blames the frequent date nights, and maybe Tommy is rubbing off on him, but also maybe there’s a layer to Evan that Tommy still hasn’t uncovered yet.)

Tommy hums, biting down on his lip to stop himself from spurting anymore nonsense.

“You ask all the exact same questions that Hen and Chimney just asked,” Evan says with a sigh, and then even quieter, and a little defeated. “You were right.”

“I was…right?”

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” Evan says.

Tommy takes a moment to curse past Tommy for being a cynic, despite being right, because he hates that defeated monotone from Evan’s mouth. It sounds wrong. And Tommy caused it.

Deadpan humour and realism may be how Tommy copes, but not even he could have predicted that a disgraced captain would be invited back into their previous role.

“No, no, I’m-,” Tommy groans, and covers the phone mic to say, “shut up, idiot,” to himself, and then uncover it again. He needs to be calm and collected and reassure his boyfriend right now.

There’s the tell-tale sound of alarms suddenly in Evan’s background and the moment has passed. A clang that Tommy knows means Evan just kicked the lockers.

“I gotta go,” Evan says, close to the mic, it sounds hollow.

Tommy nods, but then when he remembers that Evan can’t see that, you idiot, says, “yeah, I can hear.”

Tommy knows that Evan wants nothing less than to go on calls with Gerrard, but over a decade of dealing with the man comes to mind. “Don’t make yourself a target, keep out of trouble, and please, don’t be insubordinate. Just for today. Just until we know what’s happening.” And unspoken don’t mention me, don’t mention your sexuality, hide yourself, just for a day.

“Tommy,” Evan trails off, and there is an unimpressed air to his voice.

Tommy closes his eyes, grips his hands against his thighs. “Please, Evan,” he doesn’t want to beg, but he’s not above it, because he knows Vincent Gerrard inside and out.

Someone yells for Buck, the sirens get louder, and Tommy feels that panic spike again.

“You’ve got to go,” Tommy insists. “Just today,” he repeats.

Evan sighs, loud down the line. “Okay, okay, I-.” Evan curses. “Just today.”  

Relief blossoms in Tommy’s chest, right alongside a kernel of shame that might have found it’s way there during the ceremony and rooted itself regardless of how much Tommy hated it. He hates himself for asking it of Evan, but he doesn’t regret it.

“Thanks,” Tommy says.

Evan snorts. Another person yells for Buck.

“I really-,” Evan starts to say, and Tommy hears the siren and the hubbub of the station as Evan moves through it.

“Go,” Tommy rushes out. “Come over tonight. We can talk about it then, just, at my place. Please.”

“See you tonight,” Evan promises.

“Be safe,” Tommy whispers, hushed, scared that Gerrard might hear him even through Evan’s phone.

Maybe Evan has a similar fear because his reply is equally as quiet. “Of course.”

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

The Meet Cute - Law's Story - 13

Source for pic

The Great Pretender 13 🔞

Word Count: 4915

Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader; Law is a soft dom; you have bratty tendencies (not all the time); voice kink; praise kink; cursing; very suggestive behaviour and innuendo from the start; sexual tension; teasing; so much flirting; romance; slow-burn; fluff; slight angst; mature audiences (though explicit NSFW moments will be properly tagged on the chapter); possessive Law; protective Law; soft Law; teasing Law; manipulative Doflamingo; inappropriate Doflamingo; fake relationship trope; only one-bed trope; reader has some anxiety issues; reader is a control freak and perfectionist; modern day AU; Mention of ex mentally abusive relationship;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. You and Law (your father's doctor) start to build a flirty friendship because of your father’s procedure. So much so that when he’s invited to Baby 5’s wedding (his cousin), he asks you to be his date. His uncle Doflamingo - who is filthy rich - is very adamant on finding a suitable wife for him. Seeing as he wants to avoid that, he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for the weekend.

Notes: A little NSFW in the opening of the chapter, okay? And now... the drama begins to unfold... I'm very torn between downright heartbreaking angst and just a little bit of angst for the ending chapters... I'll be giving this a thought in the next days as I try to finish this story before starting work! Thank you for reading! (I swear Tumblr hates me. I cannot add the song right again...)

|Masterlist| | |Chapter 12| | |Chapter 14🔞|

Morning breaks too soon, but you're roused awake by more than just the call of the birds. It's the gentle caress against your bare back that rubs away the sleep, it's the lull of comfort that his scent brings you and the serenity of it all that warms your heart. You're awake, you're alive, and you're in love. 

“Morning.” You whisper softly. “Am I ever going to wake up before you?” You say after a yawn assaults you. 

Law's soft chuckle makes your head move slightly against his bare chest. “Unlikely. I'm a very light sleeper.”

You snuggle closer, stretching your legs before wrapping them again around his, in a limb cocoon. “Yeah, that makes sense. With the hospital calling, right?” He hums against the crown of your head and places a gentle kiss there. The simplicity of the gesture is a stark contrast to the depth of its meaning. A kiss makes you shudder, a gentle caress makes you melt, a gaze completely unravels you. The hold Trafalgar Law has on you is inexplicable, and totally out of your control. Strangely enough, this is the one thing you don't wish to have any control over. 

Love is better when it runs wild and free. Not leashed or caged, as you very well know. 

“Want to tell me what's on your beautiful mind?” He murmurs against your head and you snuggle impossibly closer, your arms wrapping tightly around his torso. 

“Nothing much.”

“I can feel your brain whirling from up here, you know.”

You snort. “Wouldn't put it past you. I was just…” Everything. He wants to know and hear everything you have to say. “I'm so happy, Law.”

His hand reaches down, tucking your chin gently upwards so your eyes meet. The world stops just for you, the perfection of the moment being carved with intricate detail into the confines of your memory. “Me too, sweetheart.” 

With just three words, you know that your feelings towards Law are reciprocated and mirrored, and damn if that isn't the best feeling in the world. But then he presses his lips softly against yours, and maybe this is the best feeling in the world instead. 

As his tongue swipes your lower lip, sucking and pulling at it for a light nibble, you roll your body over his and part your lips to welcome his tongue. His hands lower from your upper back down your spine, settling on your hips and then your thighs as he parts them so you can straddle him. The kiss deepens, and you can feel how hard he already is, pressed against you, but the pressure of his hands on your thighs doesn't let you move a muscle to even think about grinding against him. 

He parts the kiss, and you chase his mouth, clearly not done yet, but he doesn't care for your frustrated groan as he rolls you onto your back and untangles the sheets from your bodies. When his gaze meets yours, he's wearing your favourite unhinged grin. “I believe I still owe you something from last night.” The velvet in his voice sends a shudder down your spine that gathers at your core.

“Owe me?”

His thumb teases your perked nipple as he lays a trail of kisses from your sternum down to your stomach. “I said fingers, tongue, and cock.”

A rush of heat courses through you as his intentions are now clear. 

“I'm still missing one of those.” 

“Law…” You start, but any coherent thought is quickly pushed to the side when his mouth starts to trace and nibble your inner thigh. “Law!” You repeat his name, but now with the fervour of need behind it.

He hovers just above your wet slit, and you exhale a shaky breath. You’re naked since you both fell asleep almost instantly last night, so there’s nothing between his expert tongue and your dripping self. 

“What is it, sweetheart?” His warm breath tingles and ignites. With a heavy sigh, you push your hips down, trying to force contact, but his hands grip your thighs, and he chuckles. “Impatient and needy. You don’t like mornings much, do you?”

Law flicks his tongue and swipes it lazily between your folds, pulling a decadent moan from your parted lips. You don’t care much for mornings, he’s right, but if he decides to wake you up like this, you might just come to love them.

“But I’m still not sure about what you want.” He drawls, nuzzling your clit with his goatee. The harshness of the gesture just makes you sigh out another moan. How is he so devastatingly good at tearing your sanity apart? 

“Your tongue, Law. I need your tongue!” You say between harsh breaths. You’ve learned to just tell him what you want and need these past days. He’s going to pull the words out of you one way or another. 

“And what should I do with my tongue, exactly?” That! Fuck! Law just rolled your clit between his tongue and teeth, and the closeness of pain and pleasure made little black and white dots float in your vision. 

“Fuck me with your tongue, Law, please!” You gasp out, unable to hold back anymore, your body arching, already seeking more pleasure as your fists grip the sheets for some kind of grounding or purchase. 

“That’s my good girl.” You moan loudly as he plunges his tongue inside you, reaching far and then curling it upwards. It’s heavenly and divine, and, at the same time, ungodly and sinful. Just like the man himself.

“Law! Oh, fuck!” Your hand clamps against your mouth, trying to stifle the loud sounds you can’t seem to contain as Law plays with your clit again, his long fingers probing your insides with expertise. 

“Scream my name loud and clear, sweetheart. I want to hear you fall apart, just for me.” 

You’re barely holding on to any sane thought. All you can think about is Law’s tongue, Law’s deep voice, Law’s fingers, Law, Law, Law. He’s everywhere, he’s everything.

“That’s it, I can feel you tightening up just for me, sweetheart. Let it go.”

You cry out his name just as you unravel, a wave of pleasure washing over you, bright and hot and so, so blissful. He doesn’t stop, even as you bury your hands in his hair and clench your thighs around him, mewling and moaning with overstimulation. He pushes a little further, and your legs start to quiver, pain fluttering to another cresting wave of pleasure, like smaller waves following a huge tsunami. 

Your litany of gasps and moans turns into a desperate prayer or curse, you can’t quite tell, as Law’s tongue draws out the last remnants of pleasure from you, until you’re completely drained, with your chest heaving and sweat dampening your skin. 

You're still trying to catch your breath, fingers entwined in Law's dark locks as he stares smugly at you from his perch between your thighs when you hear it. 

Knock, knock. Two light taps on the door. Fuck. Whoever it was definitely heard you moan and cry out Law's name in pleasure. Law grunts, a scowl immediately twisting his lips as he slips on his pyjama pants and drapes the sheet over your naked body. 

“What?” He asks before wiping his mouth against his arm and unlocking the door. From where you're lying, you can make out the tall figure of Doflamingo, and though you can't see the expression on his face, you can bet he's wearing an insufferable smirk. 

“Good morning, nephew.” According to his long drawl, he's definitely smirking and he more than likely heard you. “I'm so sorry to bother you this early. Baby 5 needs your lovely novia to be a bridesmaid, if that's okay. Her friend couldn't make it, and there's a surprise groomsman who can't walk unaccompanied down the aisle, but she’ll explain all the boring details.” His chuckle seems ominous and foreboding. “I was going to drop the dress at the door but… I heard you were awake, so…”

His words linger in the air, and, even though there's no chance he can see you because Law is blocking his vision, you shrink in the bed and blush crimson. You had been very vocal about your pleasure, trusting Cora’s assurance that you have your own wing of the mansion. You just weren't expecting guests this early. You're horrified. 

You see Law leaning in to accept a dress from his uncle’s hands. “Sure, thanks.” Law's voice is clipped but affected. “Bye.” He closes the door, but Doflamingo wedges a foot in so he can't close it completely. 

“I’ve had a tough time waking up today, what with all the partying last night… but it’s no wonder you look so awake, Law. If I had someone cry my name and make all those pretty noises for me, I wouldn't have needed two cups of coffee already.” He purrs softly, his obnoxious laughter lingering in the hallway as you hear Law growl. This is mortifying! Anyone else would pretend they didn't hear anything! But Doffy had to rub it in your face. You sink further into the bed.

“Get lost, Doffy!” Law's voice is a mix of anger and frustration as he pushes the door against his uncle's foot. 

“Oh, come on, nephew, don't take offence by my comment. It was a compliment, you clearly take to my side of the family.” Doflamingo’s laugh echoes down the corridor as he finally removes his foot, allowing Law to close the door, grunting in dissatisfaction before he finds you hiding in an embarrassed ball under the covers. 

Then his frustration simmers into light amusement as he calls your name. “Have you combusted into ash from embarrassment, or will I find you in one piece if I lift these covers?”

You chuckle at his attempt to lighten the mood but don't emerge from your cocoon. “God, Law!” A giggle escapes your lips. “He's terrible!”

You face a pair of amused eyes when Law slowly peels the sheet from over your head. “He just loves to get a rise out of people, he thrives on getting reactions.”

“How am I going to face him later?” You groan, then immediately pout at Law, gently swatting him in the arm. “It's your fault! He wouldn't have heard anything if we were just cuddling innocently.”

Law's smirk sends a spark of need through you, and you swallow hard. “Sweetheart, I'm never going to apologise for making you scream my name again and again. In fact, I encourage it.” He leans over your form and takes your lips in his in a slow, languid kiss. You can still taste the remnants of your arousal on his tongue and that only makes you moan. “Are you up for an encore?”

Your fingers thread through his hair, pulling him down for another kiss, but you groan into him in frustration. “I think my performance was worthy of a Tony. No encore needed. Besides, we need to shower, we have a wedding to attend to.”

Law chases your mouth with his, not letting you go so easily. “The shower works, too. Better acoustics.” Your giggle gets lost in another kiss as he lifts you up and carries you to the bathroom. 

You’ll get to showering, eventually.

-*-

The dress Baby 5 sent you fits almost perfectly, but there’s a note attached to it that says to meet her and the other bridesmaids in her room for a final fitting. The dress is burgundy - a colour you’ve seen throughout all the decorations - and, surprisingly, it actually looks good on you, despite your earlier grimace. It’s tasteful and elegant. 

Law is taking you to Baby 5’s room since you have no idea where it is, and he’s already complimented your appearance twice. 

“Here you are.” He stops in front of a door and smirks. “I can’t stop ogling you, you look perfect.” 

A light blush creeps into your cheeks. “You need to stop that, Law. I’ll become obnoxiously conceited.” He chuckles with you. “Head down to breakfast, I’ll meet you soon.” With a languorous kiss that sends all the butterflies in your stomach into early flight, he leaves you and you enter the bride’s room. 

“Honey, you made it! Oh, the dress looks amazing on you!” Baby 5 is wearing a white silk robe, and her hair is already done, she looks beautiful. After a quick hug, she spins you around, assessing you. “Maybe a little tighter here in the waist? We want the ‘ladies’ to pop up!” She giggles as she refers to your breasts. 

When the seamstress starts to work on your dress, Baby 5 introduces you to the rest of her friends - it’s a party of six, including you - and explains why she needs you.

“You’re a lifesaver, really. My friend had to cancel last week because she got into an accident - she’s fine! But she broke her hip and couldn't come. And then Sai’s groomsman had already cancelled as well - something about a business commitment he had to attend - except yesterday, all of a sudden, he called saying he was free and could attend!”

You keep nodding and moving as the seamstress asks you to, feeling a bit like a dress-up doll. 

“So now I had a groomsman walking the aisle alone! That can’t happen! This has to be a perfect wedding. I was ready to tell Sai that one of the groomsmen needed to already be at the altar when my father suggested I ask you!” 

It was Doflamingo’s suggestion? A chill runs through your spine at the thought. You need to be on alert, then. This could be something else he planned to try and test you.

“Well, I’m really flattered by the invite. And happy to help, you’ve been so welcoming to me.” You’re being truthful, Baby 5 treated you immediately as a friend. 

The seamstress finishes the slight adjustments, and you parade for the bride at her request. She’s dressed in a simple white dress, just for breakfast. She’ll change into her wedding gown after.

“Perfect. You look beautiful. Has my taciturn cousin said so already? Or do I need to bonk him on the head?” You smile and blush a little at her comment. 

“He said it more than once, actually.”

“You two make me gag. You’re so cute!” She laughs. “I saw the photographs on the camera yesterday!” She sighs. “I’m so glad Law found someone who can make him that happy.” Baby 5 grabs your hands. “Thank you. Now, off to breakfast, we can’t delay the schedule.”

-*-

You come down for breakfast that, much like yesterday's brunch, is being served outside. It takes you a minute to find Law, but, as soon as you make eye contact, Doflamingo wanders near you with a wolfish grin. 

“Hello, princesa.” You blush, thinking about what he heard in the morning. “I hope you are well rested.” Your eyebrow shoots up, and he looks to Law, who's approaching you both. “No time for small talk, though, such a shame. Have you told my nephew about Vinsmoke yet? Because you should have done it.” You lock eyes with Doffy's terrifying red gaze. 

You completely forgot to bring that up. Ichiji was the last thing on your mind yesterday, but if Doffy is bringing him up right now... that can only mean…

“Oh well, now it's too late. Hi, Law!” Doffy exclaims just as Law approaches and places his hand on the small of your back, pulling you toward his side. “So glad you're here. Sai’s groomsman has just arrived, and he wants to say hi to you.”

No, no, no, no…

“To me?” Law asks as he scans you over, not missing the erratic breaths leaving your lips or the worried look on your face. Your hand falls limp against his chest, fingers grasping his shirt for support.

“Well, to both of you, actually, being an old friend and all.”

You gasp, your throat constricting as the pounding in your heart increases. A wave of dizziness makes you wobble as you grasp onto Law. It can't be! 

No, no, no, God no. 

“Remember Vinsmoke Ichiji?” Doffy's words are slow and calculated, his gaze lingering on your face. Law looks at you with a raised brow, his grip tightening on your waist since you're clearly not well. 

Your heart drops to your stomach, and it’s so overwhelming that all the blood drains from your face. You can’t stop your eyes from meeting his. He looks as manipulative and imposing as you remember him to be: Tall, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, fiery red hair coiffed back, and that damn, smug smirk on his lips. You lose strength in your legs again, the air escaping your lips comes in ragged gasps. This cannot be happening. 

“Hello, Doll. Long time no see, you look stunning as ever.”

“Without me, you're useless! Just a pretty face, like a little doll.”

“Be a good Doll for me and be quiet. I have business to take care of.”

“Doll, you don't know better than me! Stop acting like it!”

“Yes, Doll. Don't worry. Tears are just a sign of weakness. We can't all be strong.”

“Doll.”

That damn nickname. You suck in a shaky breath, your body tight with tension. You can barely look away from Ichiji's piercing gaze, too trapped in the awful memories of the past, but you notice Law out of the corner of your eye. 

He looks at you, then at Ichiji, and you can actually see the flicker of recognition when he puts two and two together. Why didn't you tell him earlier? How's he going to react now? 

“Inconvenient as always, Vinsmoke, I see. She's not your ‘doll’.” Law moves his arm from your waist to your shoulders and pulls you closer to him. “She’s my girlfriend.”

What was it? Four months…? Five? Something around that, for sure. Nearly half a year without looking at him, and he still has this strange hold on you. You can barely breathe, it’s as if the world has been tipped off its axis and you’re falling indefinitely. 

“Trafalgar Law… well, she is used to the fine things in life, obviously, she would seek someone who could provide her safety and comfort. I just didn’t think she would downgrade that much.” 

Is he trying to paint you as a gold digger? This has got to be Doflamingo’s work. Law grips your shoulder, and you find your feet. “You wish you were half the man Law is, Ichiji.” You seethe, venom dripping from your words, even though you can feel yourself shaking like a leaf. 

“I love it when you talk back, Doll. It’s so much more satisfying when you finally break.”

“We’re done here.” Law lowers his arm and grabs your hand firmly, turning you both away from the scene as Doffy watches from the sidelines, a glint of amusement behind his tinted glasses. The look Law gives Ichiji before parting is cold and dangerous, and you take pride in seeing Ichiji’s smirk falter slightly before Law guides you away from the scene and into the house.

When you find an empty hallway, your heart starts pounding at an increased pace, the ringing in your ears is unbearable, and you lean against the wall, closing your eyes shut and covering your ears. 

You can make out Law saying something in the background, but you’re trying so hard to keep it together. One… breathe in. Two… breathe out.

Then two strong arms envelop you, and you're pressed against Law’s chest. The next inhale you take smells like home: Law’s cologne and that characteristic ‘doctor scent’ he carries of disinfectant. Pungent, warm, comforting. 

Gradually, you relax your body, your hands finding purchase against Law’s chest as he rubs soothing circles against your back. When your breath normalises, Law lifts your chin so he can look at you, and the care in his eyes almost breaks you again. “Hey, sweetheart, it’s alright. I’m here.”

You nod softly. If it weren’t for Law’s presence, an encounter with Ichiji would’ve triggered a full-blown panic attack. “I’m sorry, Law, I’m so sorry! I meant to tell you who my ex was, but… but… I wasn’t trying to hide it, there’s nothing to hide! I just…”

“Were you scared about how I would react?”

“I was embarrassed…” You sigh, holding his gaze in yours. “I figured you must know Ichiji, and he’s… well, he’s not the most wonderful person in the world… I just… it’s silly, but I was afraid you’d judge my choice.”

Law cups your cheek and smiles softly at you. “I understand why you avoided speaking about him. Hell, how could we know he would show up at my cousin’s wedding?”

“Your uncle came to me yesterday, saying he knew who I was and that, since I had dated Ichiji and now you, it was clear that I was only after money. He realised Ichiji was my ex, so he was definitely the one who brought him into the wedding.” You sigh again and clutch Law’s coat. “I should’ve told you yesterday, but we kept getting interrupted and then…” You blush slightly. “Then we got distracted, and Ichiji was nowhere near my mind.”

Law smirks and leans in, his mouth inches from yours. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I would never judge you, you know that. I know I’ve made poor choices in past relationships. What matters is what we have now. And neither my uncle nor fucking Vinsmoke Ichiji can ruin that.”

“Right.” You agree. 

“Right.” He takes your lips in his, and you sigh into the kiss. Just his touch is enough to calm the rest of your fears. “I got you.”

“I know.”

“I’ll speak with Baby 5 about you walking the aisle. There’s no need for you to accompany him.” That’s right! Realisation strikes you suddenly. He is probably the groomsman who had cancelled and showed up last-minute, and since you’re filling in for the bridesmaid, you’re the one supposed to accompany him.

“I…” You start, almost agreeing to Law’s suggestion. But then you remember Baby 5’s words and how excited she was about having the perfect wedding. She’s been so kind to you and welcoming. You don’t want to ruin her perfect day. “I can do it. I don’t want to ruin her day, Law. It’s just a walk.”

You’re trying to convince yourself more than you’re trying to convince him. And he immediately picks up on your uneasiness as his brow rises and that crease in his forehead makes its appearance. 

“You don’t have to do it.” The caress he lays on your cheek is gentle. “I’m the one who brought you to this wedding, your encounter with Ichiji is partially my fault. I really don’t want to put you through this if I can avoid it.”

His hand feels warm as you take it in yours with a - hopefully - encouraging smile. “Even if I could go back and do it all over again, knowing I would have to encounter Ichiji, I wouldn’t change a thing, Law. The time with you, our connection… I wouldn’t change it.”

The look of pure warmth he shows you is enough to set the kaleidoscope of butterflies that live in your stomach aflutter again. Will there ever be a time when you can tame them down? 

“I got this, Law. I do. I need to overcome my anxiety. Ichiji can’t hurt me anymore.” You try to sound sure, but just thinking about the task ahead churns your stomach in a very wrong way, nothing like the butterflies of earlier. 

“Are you sure?” He asks, a little skeptical, and you can see a flicker of something else in his eyes. From the way he’s gripping you, you’d risk it being just about him being overly protective. But you nod, and he sighs. “Okay, then. You know I trust you can do this. If you need support, keep your eyes on me. I’ll be there for you.”

You nod again in a reassuring way. It’s comforting to know he’ll always be there for you. 

-*-

You had breakfast with Law but barely ate, your stomach twisting and turning with uneasiness, even though Law kept trying to lighten the mood, to bring you out of your self-imposed funk. But you just wanted to get this ‘walking down the aisle’ business out of your mind. Besides, it was completely unfair for Law to be this worried about you. 

“Are you sure?” He asks you again at the door to Baby 5’s room, where you’re going to help her with the final preparations before you all go down to the tents. Law's voice is back to being cool and clipped, and the creasing between his brows has intensified. 

“I'll be alright, Law. It's just a walk. And you'll be there.”

He kisses your temple and caresses your cheek with his thumb. “Damn right, I will.”

You smile at him, and he parts with a lingering kiss on the lips. Damn, how are you supposed to last the rest of the day without proclaiming your love to him? 

“See you soon, sweetheart.” 

As you enter Baby 5’s room, you feel all the dread returning and weighing heavily on your chest. You can do this. It’s just a walk. 

Around half an hour later, the bridesmaids and the groomsmen are gathering outside the tent. There’s a pop song playing in the background, and your heart seems to be pounding at the same rhythm as the frenzied electronic tempo. The wedding planner asks the bridesmaids and the respective groomsmen to get into position, and the song turns to a slower one. 

“I know I've said it before, Doll, but you do look stunning.” You keep your eyes trained forward and focus on evening out your breaths. “But then again, you always did. Remember the dresses I used to buy for you? You left them all at our house.” 

Closing your eyes, you will your heart to beat normally. Slowly, regularly. Law. You need to focus on Law. 

Ichiji takes a step closer to you, and the scent of his cologne starts a spiral of bad memories. They all rush so hard and fast that you get dizzy and wobble on your feet. He reaches out and steadies your arm, his touch burning and searing through your bare flesh. 

With a hiss, you pull back your arm, silently thanking the wedding gods for placing you at the end of the entourage. “Touch me again, Ichiji, and I swear to God I will stab your hand with the cake knife.”

There. It sounded so cold and threatening that Law would be proud. But Ichiji just lets out an icy chuckle. 

“Feisty. There's the fire that made my loins burn.” His whisper is hot against your ear, and you will your eyes to remain glued to the first bridesmaid. She just entered the tent. “The fire that burned so hot until I tamed it down. Remember?”

“Leave me the fuck alone, Ichiji. We're done. The only reason I'm next to you is because I like and respect Baby 5. Otherwise, I would be nowhere near you.”

Another couple down the aisle. Almost there. Almost. 

“There are so many things you can't do by yourself, you need me. Trafalgar can't give you what I can.”

Third couple down the aisle. Almost, almost. You grit your teeth, refusing to answer more of his taunts. 

“You can't tell me that Trafalgar is better than me, right, Doll?”

Nope. Can't take it. 

“He is a hundred times better than you could ever aspire to be! He is kind, honest, good–...”

“That’s bullshit. You don’t need kind, Doll, you need firm, strong–..”

“Shut up, Ichiji. You never knew what I needed, never even made an effort to learn. We are done. I don’t want to speak with you anymore. Leave me alone!”

The fourth couple enters the tent, and sweat begins dampening your forehead. You can feel your heartbeat skyrocketing and your pulse quickening. One… breathe in. Two… breathe out.

“I’m willing to learn. I’ve changed.” As if! Three… breathe in. Four… breathe out. “I can’t stand to see you with someone else. When Donquixote called me and said you were dating his nephew… I trembled with rage.”

So it had been Doflamingo! Five… breathe in. Six… breathe out. Has the sun somehow turned brighter? Focus! You have to focus. Fifth couple in, you’re next. Seven… breathe in. Eight… breathe out. 

“You were mine once. You can be mine again.”

“Alright, cue. It’s your turn, go!” The wedding planner speaks to you and Ichiji. Nine… breathe in. Ten… breathe out. The tent flap opens up, and you immediately find Law. His eyes are already glued to yours, and as you let out a loud sigh, your heart rate resumes at a slower, more regular pace. 

Ichiji extends his arm for you to take, and you take another last inhale before giving him a look full of fire and fury. “You might’ve had my body, and you might’ve controlled me, but you never had all of me, and you never will. I will never be yours, Ichiji.”

You refuse his extended arm and start to walk down the aisle in time with the song, as per Baby 5’s request. Locking eyes with Law, you block everything around you. There’s only you and him. 

And nothing else matters.

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|Chapter 14🔞|

[meowkunas]

pairing: wriothesley x reader

summary: you really want to spend time with wriothesley right now.

word count: 1.1k+

warnings/tags: 18+, nsfw content (under the cut), umm praise from wriothesley??, kind of shy/insecure reader, fingering, fem/female bodied! reader, he calls you sweetheart and baby, i was gonna let him use his cuffs and then i forgot so he's extra gentle instead

a/n: i need him.

Every time you visit Wriothesley in his office, he knows it's because you're needy. You don't make the trip all the way there for no reason.

"I just missed you." You'll say, leaning against the table with a pout. It's the way you're avoiding eye contact with him and staring your shoes that gives you away. Not to mention the fact that you're standing right in front of his seat and forcing him to look at you instead of the paperwork he has on his desk.

He resists the urge to laugh. With a slow and precise movement, he leans forward so that he's meeting your gaze again. "Yeah? You just wanted to spend time with me?"

"Mhm." You feign innocence. Archons, you're even blushing.

"Still too nervous to use your words, huh?"

He watches as your shoulders tense. Guilt is written all over your features. He watches as you take a deep breath in to try to calm yourself, meeting his eyes with a flash of confidence this time. There's a rigidness in your form still though, and your mouth opens to say something. But he doesn't let you.

His hands clasp around your thighs, pushing them open so he can move forward on his seat to put himself between your legs. Before you can continue your sentence, he kisses you.

He knows you're about to apologise for something inane, like bothering him when he's clearly so busy, but he wants to remind you that he'll always make time for you. This isn't annoying for him. And it never will be. Besides, it's not like he can focus on anything while you're here.

It's a gentle kiss, and he lets himself part from you just a little before he's speaking again.

"Shh. I'll take care of you, okay?"

It's so quiet that you can hear how loud your breathing is. It's long, languid breaths at first, even as your heartbeat thuds quickly in your chest.

He's barely even touched you, and you still feel your breath hitch as he traces his fingers over your clothed pussy. You don't say anything, just letting his hands explore you and letting him squeeze and caress without complaint. He'll never tell you, but he likes holding you like this; likes knowing you're comfortable enough to let him just touch wherever. His hands never wander above your waist, and his motions slow as he tries to figure out what you're after today.

In exchange, you tentatively run your fingers through his hair. Once. Twice. And it takes you a couple seconds to realise that he's still just tracing his fingers over your thighs because he's waiting for you to ask for what you want. A small sound of frustration leaves your lips. This doesn't need to be this hard. But the soft intimacy of his hands touching you seems to add a knot in your throat. So you do the next best thing. You nudge his hand to where you actually want him to touch.

"There." A sigh of contentment leaves his lips. "That wasn't so hard, right?" And he still has the audacity to look up to you with a cheeky grin that sends your heart racing.

His fingers are gentle — pushing inside you and feeling, before they become searching, and all you can feel is a pleasure running up your legs and curling in your stomach. A breathy huff leaves your lips and that has him properly chuckling. You can't really help it if your hips jerk upwards to meet his touch a little better.

But he stills you easily.

He stands up, curving his arm around your waist and pulling you further to the edge of the table so you can't escape the way his fingers curve inside you.

"Wrio—" You moan against his ear, not entirely sure what you're asking for or what you're wanting, but wanting something nonetheless. He's quicker at thinking of it than your pleasured-muddled mind. His lips connect with yours again and you're barely able to kiss him back properly. It's all open mouthed, and a little sloppy. A warmth pulses through you as he traces his lips across your jaw forgivingly, down the side of your neck, nibbling lightly all the way. An uncontrolled whine from your throat has him huffing a laugh against your skin.

"Like this?" He mumbles, brushing his lips against your collarbones while his fingers push on a spot that has you moaning again.

A panic runs through your veins when you hear knocking at the door, and you put your hands on his shoulders, ready to stop him and scurry away. Except he's already murmuring out a reassurance against your neck before you can try.

"Shh, sweetheart. It would be a shame to end this now." He whispers casually. "They can wait." And really, with that purr in his voice, he could get you to do anything.

You let out a strained whine, trying to be quiet as he praises you, marking you with soft kisses across what bare skin he can get his mouth on. It's so easy for him to make you cum like this. And you do, with a sigh and with your eyes closed, as the knocking echoes through his office once more.

He's patient with you, tucking your shirt back over your shoulder where he pulled it down and you hadn't even noticed. His hand moves from your waist to your hair, tussling it. All while he's whispering sweet words to you.

"You okay? That was so good, baby. You were so good for telling me what you wanted, okay?"

You're barely listening, still trying to come down from the pleasure and trusting him to let him tidy up your frazzled form. Once he's finished, he kisses your forehead, sending a spark through your body. It's his way of giving you a small confidence booster as he leaves your side and walks around his desk and calling for whoever was knocking to come in. By then, he's already moved you to the more comfortable position of his chair.

Wriothesley greets whoever is behind the door with a twinkle in his eye, barely looking at whoever is speaking because he keeps taking glances at you. You're still perched all pretty on his chair, the perfect picture of attentiveness as though he didn't just finger you a few moments before. It's the small, impatient wriggle that you do on his chair that gets his full attention again. There's a look in your eyes and he knows he's not finished with you. Not yet.

He'll have to continue what he's started once this conversation is done. He did promise to take care of you after all.

[sukunasweetheart]

can i just say i love your fics SMMMM my serotonin boost fr!!! what do we think abt him with an s/o who has a lot of admirers 👁

THANK YOUU here is a treat 4 u <3

sorry i ended up doing too much and also going off-topic a bit oops

it ended up becoming modern au!sukuna 😭 forgive me (gender neutral reader)

sukuna is so used to being the one overshadowing the others - he's used to being the one admired, revered, respected, for his power and intelligence. it's safe to say he'd also be used to seeing people fight each other just for a lick of his attention - desiring for even just a glance from his way. so it's a given that he's not used to feelings of possessiveness or jealousy.

but now that he has you, someone who always has others admiring you from both closeby and afar, he's beginning to understand those petty sensations and thoughts. he's obviously never one to be insecure about your popularity, on most occasions, he even likes to make a show of it - he enjoys seeing them gnashing their teeth with envy as he flaunts his relationship with you in front of their faces - "see this? all mine," he seems to say, as he openly kisses you in public.

but when it catches him on a bad day, perhaps following a bad argument, he sees you with someone who is obviously interested in being more than just a friend to you (which you're not aware of, frustratingly so), and he starts feeling sick to his stomach. with everyone else who came before you, sukuna would simply tell them "don't like it? then leave," whenever they voiced complaints to him about their relationship... but now it's the opposite of what he wants. just the thought of you being with someone that isn't him gets his heart dropping to the ground, making him feel restless.

he knows he isn't the best at being soft. nor at using the kindest words when he gets heated. he'll always be more selfish than selfless, and he's not the most emotionally intelligent. it's unlike him to use words like 'i'm sorry' or 'i love you' so he's uneasy for the moment where you might find someone who'll be everything that he isn't amongst your sea of admirers, and that you'll leave him and never look back.

it's simply so humiliating, feeling this way... he's not sure what to do about it. you seem to be seriously upset this time around, and he knows brushing past it or glossing over it using his usual charm (which is a bad habit that he has) isn't going to work. you're not acknowledging him or responding to his texts properly or saying good morning or goodnight and it's driving him insane because he misses it... you're not looking at him. he's the one gazing at you, longingly.

sukuna will pin you down eventually, somewhere, somehow, and trap you so that you're not able to avoid him any longer. he'll drag you away from your stupid little crowd of spectators and talk to you in private, where'll spend ten minutes trying to apologise in a strange, roundabout and aggressive way because he knows it's his own damn fault. you know him, so you're able to recognise that he's trying to say sorry. your gaze is still elsewhere, looking off to the side instead of him. and that bothers him immensely.

"why won't you look at me?" god, he sounds so sad and pathetic.

truth is, sukuna now simply withers out and dies a little without your attention. what can he do to have that spotlight upon him once again? why are your eyes on anybody, anything, that isn't him? pay attention to me, and me only.

when you finally spare him a glance, he feels like breathing again. and he'll fight tooth and nail to keep that gaze of yours on him. fuck your insignificant and measly admirers. he's all you need, and sukuna's going to make sure of it. (he'll compromise for you, if he has to.)

he's definitely overstimming you in bed that night, in order to catch up on all the lost pride and attention that you'd deprived him of.

tagging; @gojos-thot-patrol <3 hope its to your liking.. even tho its not as angsty as i originally intended it to be haha

Masterlist

[pretendingtoknowhowtowrite]

TITLE: Sleeping already?

Summary: Dean and you had to take care of a Vampire Hunt but it lasted more than you guys expected. You finally found the time to crash in a motel room after days, but Dean didn't want to sleep...

Tags: Dean Winchester x female!reading, smut, 18+, biting, forehead kisses <3, oral (female and male receiving), penetrative s3x, cr3ampie, name-calling, daddy issues as always

Words Count: 3.6K

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English isn't my first language. I apologise for any mistakes.

<<I'm fucking exhausted>> you said while throwing your bags on the motel floor, grunting. You smelled like gunpowder and blood and just wanted to take a shower and change into clean clothes.

<<I can't wait to go to bed Y/N>> Dean replied while entering the motel room. It was a shitty room, like usual but looked like a 5-star hotel at that moment. The two of you weren't sleeping properly for 3 days and were on the verge of collapsing. Sam found a nest but "couldn't stop his research", so Dean and you went to take care of it. It was supposed to be an easy job, but you couldn't track down the alpha, so it turned into a never-ending vampire hunt.

<<One bed?>> you said while looking at Dean's face and puffing <<Oh come on Y/N, it was the only room available, and I don't wanna sleep on the couch again!>> Dean was looking at you while saying that, his eyebags were darker than the usual and his eyes red with tiredness, he was trying his best to do his puppy eyes, even though Sam was better at that.

<<Okay, okay Dean>> you said while looking away and taking off your boots <<but I'm going to use the bathroom first this time>> you added while rubbing your forehead. <<Sounds right to me!>> Dean replied while taking off his leather jacket and shoes and sinking into the bed.

<<Don't you fucking dare sleep with bloody clothes on Dean Winchester!>> you basically yelled at him <<if we're gonna sleep together, you better take a shower and change 'cause I don't wanna sleep with the smell of blood in my nostrils>> you looked at him and then went in the bathroom to take that so needed shower, slamming the door behind you. As you said that, Dean opened his eyes and stood up <<It's not that we're gonna do anything, why do you care so much about it Y/N?>> he shouted so that you could hear from inside the bathroom. He had his usual flirtatious tone and was chuckling while telling you that, you couldn't see him but you knew he was smirking like the dork he is. <<You surely hope for it!>> you replied to him, giggling while entering the shower. Dean always teased you when the two of you were alone, he was like that, and it probably was his nature. Or at least, you thought so.

You wanted that hot shower to last another 3 hours, but at the same moment you wanted to sleep as soon as possible, so you decided to be quick and stepped out of the steamy shower. <<Fuck>> you mumbled since you forgot to bring your clean clothes to the bathroom. <<Dean!>> you yelled <<Can you pass me my bag, please?>>. Honestly, it wasn't the first time this happened. It happened to you, to Dean before as well. No need to be embarrassed about it, he usually would open the door a crack, and slide his arm in to leave the bag on the floor. <<You naked in there? Can I come in?>> Dean replied while giggling. <<How can you be like this in that state?>> You answered while smiling and rolling your eyes <<quick pleeease>>.

You were covering yourself with the towel and suddenly the bathroom door was completely open, Dean was holding your bag and smirking. He slowly entered the room and got closer to you, left the bag on the floor and whispered in your ear <<Here you go Y/N>>, and turned back to go out of the bathroom. You were blushing heavily and just muttered <<The heck was that Dean?>> while keeping your towel up on your body. <<I asked if you had clothes on, but you didn't reply so I just went in>> he said in a hushed tone while turning back to look at you, he had a big grin on his tired face. His gaze quickly looked at your body, starting from your ankles he looked up and reached for your face and your wet hair, he bit his lower lip and added <<Plus, I have to take a shower if I don't want to sleep on the couch, so be quick sweetheart>> then he got out. As he exited the room a sigh of relief left your body. You didn't expect that, and Dean was doing innuendos since the beginning of this hunt, the moment he entered the bathroom door you felt so embarrassed, but also so aroused to feel his gaze on your wet body. His gaze sent shivers down your spine and that burning sensation started to grow between your thighs.

You quickly dried yourself up, trying not to think about it, got into your pyjama, and left the bathroom. As you stepped out Dean was sitting at the motel table, beer in his hand. He stared at your body, at your shorts and your tank top, and then added: <<Took your time Y/N>> and got up <<My turn to get squeaky clean for later>> he smirked, took his bag and went in the bathroom, not closing the door behind him. For later? You thought it probably was one of his innuendos, he liked teasing people, and he was constantly making allusions, being flirtatious like always. The moment you heard the water running another sigh of relief left your body and you went to sit down on the bed. You stared at the king-sized mattress and blushed ...you were going to sleep with Dean...blood rushed up your cheeks and between your thighs. Oh, Dean Winchester, his face, his freckles, his charming smirks...they were constant thoughts inside your head. You tried to keep those feelings away by showing authority and keeping your cool but it was all useless. You covered your face with your hands and just hoped your heartbeat wasn't as loud as you heard it in your ears. You leaned back on the bed when you suddenly heard <<Y/N, Please come inside a second!>>, it was Dean's voice. You didn't think about it and rushed into the bathroom, thinking about the worst-case scenario already. The vampire was back? A ghost? A demon? As you stepped inside you saw Dean's wet body covered with a single towel, his shoulders, his chest, his tattoo, the bulge covered with the cloth... You quickly looked up and were immediately red with embarrassment <<What?!>> you asked while looking at his green eyes. <<Just wanted to see your face>> he told you with a smirk. <<Oh, come on!>> you replied and quickly turned to go outside again. <<no, wait>> Dean put his hand on your shoulder to stop you from going outside and then added <<I forgot my Samulet on the table, can you bring it to me? You know how much I care about it..>> his kind tone and his puppy eyes hit you and you just went to grab his goddamn necklace. You entered the bathroom again and Dean was wearing his boxers and brushing his teeth; he turned over to look at you and smiled <<Thanks Y/N>> he said and took the necklace from your hand. Seeing him like that made you crumble; you could feel juices running down your thighs. His body was still wet and his short hair dripping, he was brushing his teeth with one hand and holding against the sink with the other. He looked at your red cheeks and chuckled, looking down. <<What's so funny Dean?>> you asked him, trying to play it cool. He spat the water in the sink and added <<Nothing Y/N>>. He really liked teasing you and he knew what he was doing. It was so frustrating you just wanted to make him regret that. You knew how hard it was for Dean to not have alone time and privacy, and you knew it had been three days since he had the opportunity to "chill".

You went to bed while Dean was finishing doing his things in the bathroom. You decided to tease him a bit like he did with you, and you knew that Dean had his weak spots. You laid on your stomach, put your hands under your pillow, and lifted your right leg, your ass was basically showing through your shorts, and you knew Dean loved to see a woman in that simple yet arousing sleeping position. After a bit, though, you were actually falling asleep since the fatigue of those days hit you. Your eyes were closed, and you were dozing off when you heard the bathroom door closing behind you and a light thud, Dean leaned against the door frame and was staring at you. You couldn't see him since you were facing the opposite way, but you could feel his gaze on your body.

<<Look at you, fast asleep already?>> he asked you and moved towards the bed. You could hear his steps getting closer and closer and he finally sat on the bed. You slightly opened your eyes and muttered <<Turn off the lights, I wanna sleep Dean>>. He looked at you and smiled, he was wearing sweatpants and was shirtless since it was so hot those days. He was really hot too, to be honest, and you couldn't help but blush a bit while looking at his chest. <<Mmmmh, putting yourself like that and then falling asleep Y/N?>> he replied and caressed your face <<you really are cruel, aren't you?>> he added while smirking. <<What are you talking about Dean?>> you replied, half asleep. <<Oh, I saw you... Lifting your leg, your shorts, making sure I could see you...>> he said while smirking and moved closer to your face he whispered <<you really are sexy though>>, now your faces millimetres away. Your heart started pounding in your chest and your sleepiness disappeared in an instant. You looked into his eyes and whispered <<I-I don't know what you are talking ab- >> you couldn't finish the sentence as Dean pressed his finger against your lips << I notice how you look at me Y/N, and I love when you try to play it off with your bossy tone...>> he said << but we both know... How much you're aroused right now, and how horny you make me every single day >> he added. Blood reached your face and your thighs, Dean Winchester told you he was excited because of you, and he always knew how you were staring at him... you moved your hands and covered your red face, peeking through your fingers to look at him. He leaned closer to you and gently kissed your forehead, and then he finally laid his body on the bed next to yours. You got closer to him this time, uncovering your face, and he gently took your head and pushed it against his, he started to kiss you passionately, twirling his tongue into yours, gently biting your lips, and catching small breaths between one twist and another. He let go of you, his saliva was sweet and tasted like toothpaste and alcohol at that moment. <<I've dreamed about this for so long Y/N>> He said while resting his forehead against yours, his eyes now closed <<every time I saw you looking at me I couldn't help but imagine what I'd do to you..>> he added while smirking.

You could feel his smirk against your slit, he was pinching, rubbing, moving, thrusting his tongue inside of you. You opened your eyes again and saw his green eyes looking at you, a shiver reached your spine, and you started trembling, moaning, and breathing heavily... you cummed on his tongue and fingers. Your pussy was twitching, and you were muttering Dean's name.

He started folding your body, caressing your hips and waist, and then hugged you tightly. << I imagined that too>> you replied to him while blood was rushing between your thighs. You just couldn't believe what was happening and that Dean wanted that, he often kept you awake at night...with his sounds and his heavy breaths...motel walls are often too thin. Dean smirked and while he was hugging you, he grabbed your top and swiftly took it off. He started gently kissing your neck, biting it, and leaving his scent on it. His scent was often on your clothes: alcohol, gunpowder, and fast food. They were strange scents that meant Dean Winchester to you. He soon went down and started kissing your breast, folding it, pinching it, then he started gently sucking your nipples. As you felt his tongue on your sensitive skin a moan left your throat. <<Dean>>, you muttered. You could feel his grin against your skin. <<Yeah, sweetheart ?>> he replied while looking up into your eyes. Those green eyes... You felt juices running down your thighs as your eyes locked. You grabbed his head between your hands << You make me so fucking aroused Dean>> you said << I really can't with the teasing>>. He smirked and got up at your eyes level again <<Oh, baby girl>> he whispered in your ear << you have no idea how excited I am>> as he said that he bit your earlobe and pressed his body against yours, now on top of you. You could feel his bulge against your body, and you felt your panties soaking wet. You just muttered something as you felt Dean biting you, your whole body was burning up under his gaze and his touch. His hands started to caress your body again, gently touching your hips and waist, his touch was light and almost ticklish on your body. He stood up and moved closer to your lower body, he reached for your thighs and started fondling them. You felt his gaze on you, he slowly moved to your inner part, he was rubbing and squeezing them while looking at your red face. He slid your shorts off and started to kiss your inner thighs, you could feel his breath on you, his saliva; he started biting you, leaving his marks on your body. As he started biting you another moan left your body. He smirked the moment he heard you and started lightly stroking your slit with his thick fingers, your panties still on. You were dripping wet; you could feel your juices moving as he moved his fingers up and down against your pussy. <<You really are wet Y/N>> he said, in a hushed tone while kissing your thighs. <<Stop teasing Dean, I'm begging you at this point>> you replied while looking at him with tearful eyes. You were on the verge of breaking down under his touch, and that man didn't do anything factual, yet. << Oh Y/N, if you beg me like that, I really won't stop>> he was still finishing the sentence as he took off your panties and spread your legs open, your juices dripped on the bedsheets and your walls started tightening under Dean's gaze. You were completely naked, and you were burning under his eyes. He quickly looked at you, smirked, and then moved his face closer to your slit. <<Look at you Y/N>> he said and spread your pussy open for him to look at <<fucking beautiful>>, as he said that you felt his hot tongue moving against your cunt. You started moaning and looked down at him, your eyes locked, and you felt his tongue going deep inside of you, you couldn't help but arch your back and Dean started to rub your clit slowly. Fuck, he didn't need time to find it. He started pinching it and stroking it faster while his tongue was moving inside of you. You were dying with embarrassment and excitement at the same moment. You closed your eyes and grabbed Dean's face between your hands, you started running your hand though his hair and just screaming his name while he was going down on you.

He stood up and licked your juices from his fingers and lips while looking at you. <<I wanna taste you every night from now on Y/N>> he said, almost whimpering, and got closer to your face. He kissed you and your saliva and juices mixed together in a passionate kiss. He was twisting his tongue in yours as you started to reach for the waist of his trousers. He grinned while kissing you and quickly took his pants off. The two of you stopped kissing and you looked at his tight boxers, there was a big stain of precum where the tip of his bulge ended. You chuckled and started to move your fingernails on his length <<I wasn't the only one that was excited here>> you added while looking at him. The two of you were lying in bed, next to each other. <<Never said I wasn't >> Dean replied and quickly got on top of you, holding your wrists on your head and grinning. You giggled <<I'm not going to run away ...>> As you finished that sentence Dean kissed you and pressed his body against yours. Feeling his hard cock against your skin made you lose it...while you were kissing you started sliding off his underwear, the moment his member wasn't constrained in the fabric you felt it against your waist, a sticky drop of precum was on his tip, and now on your skin. You escaped from his hold and slid down. His dick was now against your face. Dean quickly got on his knees, and you raised up a little. You looked at him and started to gently play with his tip, moving your fingernails on it, pressing your face against his dick, teasing him...that was your revenge for all he did to you till now. <<Fuck..>> Dean moaned while looking down on you <<don't tease Y/N>> he said. You smirked <<Why?>> as you asked that with that bratty tone of yours, Dean leaned down and reached for your neck with his hand <<'Cause I say so, babygirl>> he whispered, and pushed your face against his cock. You were so aroused by his words. He often called you like that while doing his innuendos...he knew you liked that. You started going down on him, sucking him off, wrapping your tongue around his member, tasting his precum, and increasing your pace while looking at him. He started moaning your name and he started moving his hips while you were going down on him. You looked up and saw his chin, he was whimpering and he suddenly looked down and saw your eyes <Fffffuck>> he said and stopped moving, he sat down and leaned over your face <<I really want to fuck you Y/N>> he whispered in your ear. <<Please do>> you replied and leaned on your back, Dean was on top of you again and this time he didn't waste time, he rubbed his tip against your wet pussy and shoved it in. A moan left your body as his girth was so fucking big. He started to slowly move and he finally trusted his whole length inside of you <<Fuck Y/N>> he said <<You're so tight and...wet around me>>. You felt his sweat dripping on your body, his scent was so pervasive, you could smell the gunpowder, the alcohol, the toothpaste, the iron, his sweat... those odours were driving you mad. You started moving your hips faster and muttered <<please...Dean...harder>>. As you said that Dean put both of your wrists on your head and kept them still with one of his hands. With the other, he started to rub your clit and his thrusts were deeper, faster, harder... He was moaning your name while grunting, muttering, and swearing. His eyes were locked on yours and he couldn't stop moving his hips. His tick fingers were rubbing your already sensitive clit while his cock was moving so deep inside of you. You were on the verge of cumming when he leaned closer to you and whispered <<Please, Y/N, cum on my dick>>. You lost it. You started shivering and trembling, you sank your fingernails in his back and started tightening around his big dick. You couldn't stop shaking and were screaming his name. As Dean felt your pussy tightening his thrusts were even faster, he pressed his body against yours and moaned your name in your ear, cumming and twitching inside of you.

<<fffuck>> Dean moaned while panting, your body still pressed against each other. <<That was - >> you started talking <<amazing>> Dean concluded while raising his body and pulling his dick out from you. A shiver went down your spine as you felt that one last thrust. He was standing on his knees while you were laying on the bed. Cum started dripping out from your pussy, drenching the bed sheets. <<And that>> Dean pointed at you and then at your pussy <<That is a gorgeous view>> he smirked and leaned closer to you, giggling. He kissed you and then caressed your face. <<For real Y/N, you're beautiful>> he added and kissed your forehead.

<<I think that we need to take a shower again now>> you chuckled and smiled while looking at Dean's naked body. <<Yeah>> he grinned and took you in his arms <<Let's go>>.You giggled and nuzzled in his neck. He brought you inside the bathroom, left you on the toilet seat, and turned on the hot water. You could see his back and his pretty ass and chuckled <<So...is this going to happen often now?>> He turned over to look at you and replied <<only if you are a good girl, Y/N>>, a big smirk appeared on his face and he came closer to you, leaned over your face, and whispered <<also 'cause I love you, Y/N>>.

[cherries-in-wine]

My thoughts on Colleen Hoover:

okay hear me out: colleen hoover is for the people who skipped their fan fiction phase.

Hi just a warning this contains spoilers for colleen hoover books and English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes. These are just me sharing my thoughts feel free to disagree just please don't be mean about it.

So I read a few of her books because I love torturing myself and just wanted to feel something (also my cousin was obsessed with her) and honestly I don't regret it because now I have valid reason shit on it. 

Just fyi I'm a teenage girl in high school so I'm definitely in her target audience, and here's what I've gathered:

None of her main characters really have a personality. they feel more like shells that the reader can self insert themselves into. The books aren't really about two people getting to know each other and falling in love it feels more as a bunch of tropes and generic scenarios thrown together. I think this is one of the reason booktok girlies act with Colleen Hoover the way I did when I found out fanfics exists. 

It also just reads like fanfiction? like because there's not much to dwell on and they're so easy to digest you can finish them in just a few hours. plus the main characters just feels like y/n: a shell to self insert yourself into, dead/abusive father, just normal girl who finds herself in these situations etc.

Here's the thing about fan fiction though: the reason why it's so fun to read is because you already know the people/characters in it so you can get right into the scenarios and imagines because they don't really need any background or development. 

But the difference is when you write these books you have to develop these characters and introduce them to the readers otherwise I'm just like "I don't even know these people so why the fuck would I care?"

Comparing her to fanfic is honestly an insult to fanfic writers because at least they have the decency to tag their posts properly (calling the abuse, abuse dark themes, dark themes etc) plus they're just so much better.

Colleen Hoover fans will say that she brings up difficult topics in her books in order to defend her but here's the thing: writing about difficult topics doesn't exactly exempt you from criticism + she doesn't even write about them?? they just feel like lazy add ons to spice up the story and add some drama. if you're gonna write about difficult topics you need to discuss and write them properly not just use them to further the plot.

I don't like any of the love interests either. 99% of them are just abusive, piece of shit bland boiled chicken ass people with the unsexiest names I've ever heard of.

Also a lot of these have very much women hating women undertones? I feel like it's the author's misogyny being reflected in her books (extra heart breaking coming from a woman herself). It's very much "you're not like the other girls you're different" kinda themes.

I thought maybe people just enjoyed it because of the smut but the smut is SO BAD oh my god I wanted to kms.

My thoughts are a little all over the place right now (they always are) but maybe i'll update if I remember any more points

thank you so much for reading mwah <33

[kpop-stories-21]

Horror section | A World Turned Red

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Wooyoung x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: 21+

Genres + AUs: Non-Idol AU, Vampire AU, Smut

Content & Trigger Warnings: Vampire! Wooyoung, Vampire Hunter!Reader, death, murder, biting, blood drinking, primal play(hunter/prey), little bit of dismemberment, unprotected sex(wrap that shit up kids)

Summary: For a well-trained Hunter like yourself, killing a vampire should be fairly easy. But as you soon learn, Wooyoung is no ordinary vampire Lord.

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As you made your way to the Horror section, you noticed Seonghwa walking among the books of the History section, dusting the covers. Not wanting to seem weak you sped up, hoping he wouldn't notice that you were still recovering from your encounter with Yunho. Just when you thought you'd successfully made it past him, a cold hand on your shoulder stopped you. Shit, he noticed.

"Are you alright, Y/N?"

Something inside you said that Seonghwa was trustworthy, so you turned around and told him the truth.

"When I first came in you told me the further I went, the less in touch with reality I'd be. So, um, that's what happened. I got completely lost in the Sci-fi section and, uh, it's still affecting me."

The hand on your shoulder suddenly changed from cold to warm, and you looked at Seonghwa in confusion. There was a faint glint of purple in his eyes, but it was gone before you could say anything.

"Where are you going next?" He asked gently, stern features softening.

"The Horror section. Figured I might as well get it over with."

Seonghwa frowned. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea."

You smiled at him, resolute in your decision. "I'll be alright. After all, none of it is real, right?" Thanking him for checking on your condition, you turned and continued on your way.

Seonghwa watched you go, a smile on his face. A flash of light from the Horror section had him chuckling fondly. "She's always so brave."

"Y/N! Gods above girl! Pay attention when I talk to you!" Rough hands shook you from your daydreaming and you were greeted with the sight of your angry father.

You sighed, looking properly ashamed. "I do apologise Father. I stayed up training far too late last night and did not get the necessary hours of sleep."

Your father stroked his greying beard thoughtfully. “An acceptable reason, but remember: Hunters must always be alert. One moment of distraction is all a vampire needs to get close and drain your blood.”

You nodded, having heard this many times before. “Yes, Father.”

“Now then. What I was saying was that the elders have decided you are finally ready to take on your first solo Hunt.”

You gazed at him in amazement. You were only in your twenty-third year, most Hunters did not gain the privilege of solo Hunting until at least their twenty-seventh year.

"This isn't just special treatment because you are the chieftain, is it?"

Your father shook his head. "Not at all. They have been assessing your training from the beginning and they feel you are learning things much faster than other Prospects, so they wish to test your skills."

"Very well. First Hunts are usually important vampires, right? So who am I going after?"

Your father handed you a leather-bound book and motioned for you to look through it while he spoke.

"You will be going after the vampire Lord called Jung Wooyoung. He's very elusive and has killed many Hunters, including your own mother."

Your eyes stretched wide at the revelation, fury suddenly burning within you. "He's the vampire that killed Mother?"

Your father nodded. “The elders are assigning you this Hunt for that very reason, so you may avenge your mother and also rid us of one of the most dangerous vampires we’ve ever encountered.”

Motioning to the journal, he continued. “The journal was your mother’s. She kept extensive notes of Wooyoung’s habits and behaviours in it, which will greatly reduce the amount of preparation you will need. Study it carefully and come to me only when absolutely sure you are ready. I will then inform the council and they will conduct the Sending ceremony.”

“Yes, Father.” Taking the journal, you stood and went to your room to begin studying it.

It took three-and-a-half weeks of studying your mother’s journal and training extra hard before you were finally ready to face Wooyoung. You had to run your plan by your father and he had told you that it was an extremely well thought-out plan, so you were quite optimistic that you would come out on top.

You knew better than to fully trust your own abilities, though. Pride was the downfall of man, and vampires could be unpredictable at the best of times. All you could really do was hope that things went to plan. And if they didn’t, you’d make shit up as you went. Sometimes vampires lived so long that they got careless, especially the Lords. So maybe you’d get lucky after all and the gods would guide your hands to victory.

The day after telling your father you were ready, the elders held your Sending ceremony. None of your Prospect friends were there, probably mad that you were being made a Hunter before them. You didn’t really care, too focused on the task at hand to dwell on the pettiness of others.

The head elder approached you, red paint dripping from her fingers. “Do you, Lin Y/N, swear to the gods that you will uphold the oaths of the Hunters, battling the vampire scourge that threatens us all?”

“I solemnly swear so to do.”

The head elder smiled and painted the mark of the hunters on your forehead. “The gods are watching over you always child. Be brave, and fear no blood-drinkers.”

You bowed before the elder, staying prostrate until you saw her shadow retreat into her hut. Once you stood to your feet, the entire village burst into thunderous cheers, glad to have another Hunter join the ranks of those defending them.

When the noise died down, your father approached carrying the knapsack you had packed the night before. You took it, throwing it over your shoulders and heading off into the forest. It would take about four days to reach Wooyoung's castle, so you set a brisk pace, taking shortcuts where it was safe to do so.

Two days into your journey, your progress was halted by the sounds of screaming coming from the direction of your village. Your heart turned to ice in your chest and all thoughts of Wooyoung left your head as you raced back the way you had come, taking all the risky paths you had avoided before in order to get you there quicker.

Even with all your hurried efforts, it still took you a day and half to get back, and the screams had long since died away. And once you passed through the gates into the place you had called home, you fell to your knees with tears streaming down your face.

Everywhere you looked you saw the limp forms of those you had known and grown up with; friends, family members, kind neighbours, and so many others. There were pools and splatters of red everywhere you looked. And standing there in the midst of it all, was Jung Wooyoung. His mouth, covered in thick blood that dripped from his chin, quirked into a terrifying smirk as he caught sight of you.

"There you are." He remarked lightly, as if he was not surrounded by the carnage of your entire village. "No one would tell me where you were, so I had to kill them all. I figured the screams would bring you back from wherever you were."

"You bastard!" You spat, fury replacing the sorrow within. "I'll kill you for this!"

You flew at him, stake in hand, but he dodged swiftly and grabbed your wrist, squeezing until the pain was so great you had no choice but to drop the stake.

"Here's how this is going to work, doll. You're going to run into the woods, as fast as you can, and I'm going to chase you. If you can make it to the next village I'll let you go. But if I catch you, I get to do whatever I want with you. Deal?"

The next village? That was a good four to five miles through the very thickest part of the woods. Even someone as physically fit as yourself would have trouble making it through that at any kind of fast pace.

However, not seeing any other choice, you consented. The vampire Lord released your wrist and you took off, flying across the ground and into the forest.

Vines and branches whipped your face, leaving stinging scratches behind. You could feel a few of them bleeding and spurred yourself to go faster, knowing the scent of your blood would be a blaring beacon for Wooyoung. You wiped at your face, hoping to lessen the scent, but you ended up just smearing it across your face and probably making your position even more obvious.

A dark chuckle sounded behind you, coming from somewhere amongst the trees off to your left. You were running on pure adrenaline and fear at this point, all your Hunter's training forgotten as your mind zeroed in on the goal of escaping your pursuer.

You could feel your legs starting to tremble at two-and-a-half miles, much sooner than you'd been hoping for. Wooyoung's laughter was growing alarmingly closer, and your adrenaline rush had worn off by now.

I don't think I'm gonna make it! You lamented, lungs burning as your breath began to come in wheezing gasps.

Three miles in you were starting to slow, limbs feeling heavier the more you tried to go faster. You could hear bushes rustling on your right and felt a fresh burst of fear, but no adrenaline accompanied it. Still, you hurried on, praying that the gods would show you favour and help you escape.

Something solid crashed into your back, knocking you to the ground. You let out a cry of pain as your shoulder was crushed against a sturdy log.

"Found you." Wooyoung hissed gleefully. "Now I can have my fun."

You squirmed, trying your best to get away, but his inhuman strength held you firmly in place.

"Now, now." He cooed. "You agreed to all this, remember? I caught you, so I get to do whatever I want."

Terror had you frozen in place as Wooyoung turned you over on your back, his crimson-smeared visage coming into view. Just what was he going to do to you?

A hand slid below the waist of your trousers and you fought the urge to shove him away. Wooyoung was right, you had agreed to his deal and that included letting him have his way if he caught you.

So you kept still, trying not to react, but a small moan slipped out despite your best efforts as he shoved two fingers inside of you.

Wooyoung chuckled at your reaction. "Feeling good yet, doll? Or do you need some help?"

Taking hold of your left wrist, he brought it to his lips. His eyes glowed a bright red and his canines lengthened into long, terrifying fangs. Many small veins snaked out from eyes and mouth, making him look even more frightening than he already was. A hiss of laughter escaped him as he sank his fangs into your wrist.

You screamed at the initial shock of pain, but the sound quickly turned to a moan as his venom flooded your veins, transforming every sensation of pain into one of pleasure.

"Now we can really begin." He declared, withdrawing his fingers to remove his pants. His member sprang free, long and thick, and you were suddenly worried he might not fit.

Need surged within you suddenly as he knelt over you once more, pulling your own trousers off as he did so. A wet patch stained the crotch of the garment, evidence of the effect the venom had on you.

"Look at you, little Hunter," He crooned. "So wet for me already and I've barely touched you."

He lifted your legs and spread them apart, cock rubbing against you as he shifted. You whined high in your throat, wanting him inside you more than ever now.

He thrusted into you without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion that had you crying out, though whether from pain or pleasure you weren't quite sure.

He showed no mercy, pounding into you at an ungodly pace. You came almost immediately, too lost in the throes of bliss to manage a warning. As a punishment Wooyoung produced a small knife from some concealed shirt pocket and took away your right hand.

You screamed again, your throat becoming raw from the many sounds you gave out. The pain was debilitating, shading everything in black for a few heartbeats before your vision returned.

The agony soon dissolved as he resumed his brutal thrusting, your skin red and tingly from the force of his hips meeting yours.

You came twice more, both times at his request, before Wooyoung's pace began to slow and stutter as his own high approached. He buried himself deep inside you, filling you to the brim. As he did so he returned to the bite marks on your left wrist, draining some of your blood as he worked himself through his orgasm.

Upon releasing you, he smirked. "Your blood is absolutely delectable. Now that you are mine, I can have it whenever I want."

You laid still and silent, far too fucked out to question what he had just said. It wasn't like you could escape from him anyway, so what was the point in arguing?

As he stood to get back into his pants, an object fell from one of the pockets. Curious, you wearily reached to see what it was.

"NO, DON'T TOUCH THAT! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!!" Wooyoung cried, vampiric features on full display as he lunged to stop you. You shrank in terror, fingertips brushing the object as you tried to recoil. The instant you made contact with it, everything was washed in a bright white.

You found yourself lying somewhere unfamiliar, screaming and struggling to get away from whatever was holding you down. You thrashed wildly, mind still stuck in the horrors you'd just been through. A sharp slap bloomed against your cheek and your mind instantly cleared.

You were laid out on a sofa in the Library, Seonghwa holding you in a firm but gentle grip as he hovered over you.

"Wh-What happened?" You asked confusedly.

"You were on the floor, screaming and scratching at your skin and clothes, so I moved you here and held your arms to keep you from hurting yourself. I do apologise for the slap but I needed to bring you back to reality."

You blushed, surprised at how caring Seonghwa was being. "Thank you." You mumbled, suddenly shy.

Seonghwa smiled at you. "Why don't you take a short break before moving to the next section? Let your mind recover some."

You nodded. "Okay."

Once Seonghwa had left you alone, you were suddenly aware of a dull throbbing in your left wrist. Lifting it up showed the marks from Wooyoung's fangs. Confused, you checked your body for other injuries. You found nothing, except the tattoo-like mark Yunho had left on you. Further searching revealed San's hickey on your collarbone and Jongho's on your neck.

It seemed each of the Guardians had marked you in some way, but why? Seonghwa had said nothing about any marks. You decided to see what happened in the Adventure section before bringing it up to him.

Laying on a small table beside you was Wooyoung's key, made of black metal and set with bloodred rubies. How fitting. You thought to yourself as you stuck it in your pocket.

[xxsycamore]

SEXY AFFAIRS

╰┈➤ 💜 Amahiko is late and condemns you to bathing alone, something unheard of in this sharehouse. It's his duty as World Sexy Ambassador to make it up to you and to properly apologise.

Tendo Amahiko x Gender Neutral Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: no pronouns or stated genitalia for reader; reader bottoms; Sharing Clothes; Scent Kink; Established Relationship; Neck Kissing; Groping; Making Out; Size Kink; Penis Size; Muscles; Hair Kink; Fluff; Pole Dancing; Strip Tease; Blow Jobs; Sex Positions; Sex Positive; Sloppy Makeouts; Lube; Fingerfucking; Hand & Finger Kink; Creampie; Come Eating; Humor; Aftercare • wordcount: 4,645 • masterlist

a/n: This started out as something unserious but here we are 4,6k words later... Happy Sexy Birthday Amahiko

It's late in the afternoon when Amahiko finally returns home.

He'd promised you to return earlier today, and here he got caught in his business outside yet again... Despite the evident haste in his demeanor as he enters the living room, he stops to properly greet his housemates Terra and Iori.

As Iori immediately appears behind Amahiko to take his jacket for him, Amahiko worriedly asks if anyone knows where you are.

"In the bathroom. But it should be any second now that-"

Like clockwork, just as Amahiko looks in the direction of the door, it opens to reveal you stepping into the living room.

"Amahiko, you're back! I knew my Amahiko-radar could be trusted! Welcome home!"

"…You just heard his voice, didn't you."

Terra's comment remains unnoticed as you and Amahiko rush at each other for a welcome hug, ignoring the rest of the world around you.

"Thank you. I'm truly sorry for making you wait and returning home late. I hope you can forgive me."

Your heart is softened by the pure regret in his baby blue eyes, the worry painted across his features as well as the gentle hold of his large hands as he takes yours in them to emphasize his humble apology. You gawk and smile widely at him, reassuring him readily.

"Of course I forgive you! But truth to be told… I just had the loneliest bath in the world without you. I had forgotten how cold and lonely a bathtub could be without you in it. It wasn't sexy at all…"

Amahiko gasps, and his thick eyebrows arch in a frown.

"I'm such a fool."

Averting his gaze in shame, it's only then that he notices what you're wearing.

"Is this my…?"

You nod somewhat shyly, tugging the clothing tighter around you and nuzzling into it.

"Your bathrobe, yes… actually… I used your shampoo too, and your bodywash…! Alas… the scent of Amahiko was with me, but Amahiko himself still was not."

Touched as he is right now, aside from producing a small, sincere moan, Amahiko's own words betray him as he can only sink to his knees in a deep bow.

"I'm awfully sorry to have done that to you. In the future, I promise that this Tendo Amahiko will do his best so that you can never bathe alone again!"

Holding your hands over your mouth in shock at his heartfelt apology, you hurriedly tell him to get up. Meanwhile Terra whom both of you have forgotten that is still there, joins in the conversation not paying much mind to the intense exchange happening in front of him.

"So does that mean that you two are exclusive right now?"

Amahiko, now back on his feet, turns to face Terra with a relaxed smile. "No, that isn't correct. The right term would be that we are in a polyamorous relationship with all the perverts in the world."

"I wish I didn’t ask."

You tug at Amahiko's sleeve to catch his attention once more. "Never mind me waiting for you Amahiko, I think you have a bigger problem to worry about! With you being out for so long, the sexy levels seem to have dropped drastically around here! Here I thought I could save the situation wearing your sexy bathrobe but I'm afraid that's a job for the 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕊𝕖𝕩𝕪 𝔸𝕞𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣 to take care of."

Amahiko listens carefully to your concerns, and only as you say these three words do the smile appear back on his face. With newfound confidence, he holds his head high and gives a firm nod.

A familiar melody plays out of nowhere, making everyone turn their head around in search of a pole coming up from the ground. With the impressive number of poles installed in the sharehouse, one could never be quite prepared for the location of the next pole dance show. But given the way the music sounds muffled, as if coming from another room, it would most likely not be here.

"I have not forgotten my duty. Tonight too, thank you for appointing me. However, I'm afraid I cannot take on this mission alone if I want to achieve great results."

Amahiko looks straight at you, stretching out his hand, waiting for you to put your own on top of it.

"Without further ado, let's go. We have sexy affairs to take care of."

Fascinated out of your mind, you snap out of the trance, determinedly accepting his offer. Hand in hand, you and Amahiko bid the others goodbye as you take off in the direction of Amahiko's room, which seems to be the source of the music.

The living room gets comparatively quiet once again.

Terra lets out a sigh, turning the page of his magazine and returning to his usual radiant smile as he's beyond letting any obstacles in the way of his leisure time.

"Iori, come here and cover my ears with your hands for the next two hours."

"Haaai~!"

Once inside Amahiko's room, you're greeted by alluring lights flashing from above, a lone pole waiting in the middle of the room. Albeit Amahiko enters right behind you, he remains with his hand on the handle.

"Should we keep the door open? That way the air of our combined sexiness could reach the others better."

"Amahiko…" You feel your cheeks heating up, putting your own hand ontop of his and slowly pushing the door until it closes with a soft click. Seeing your display of shyness, Amahiko can't help himself. He pins you to the now-closed door, getting a soft gasp out of you. He's so close suddenly, his warm breath fanning over your freshly bathed skin where the waterdrops had just cooled it off. But just before his lips could touch you anywhere, on your nape, or your chin, or on your own parted mouth anticipating his kiss, he halts his ministrations and withdraws.

"I have something to tell you before we begin. Earlier, you said that you couldn't do anything about the lowered sexy levels even while wearing my bathrobe. That's simply not right. For you are…the sexiest sight I've seen."

You're not sure if it's because of you forgetting how to breathe for a moment or the music truly just slowed down, adopting a sultrier tone to it, as if to match the scene of his confession.

"Oh…Amahiko…"

Burying his nose into the crook of your neck, Amahiko breathes in a lungful of your scent, that actually belongs to him to begin with.

"To think you'd bathe yourself in my scent… you're bold and mischievous. Don't you know by the time we finish here, you'd smell like me no matter what?"

"Ahh-" You let out a moan too early, solely at the way he's already making love to you with his words alone, but your next moan is caused by something way more tangible. The hotness of his breath has nothing on the hotness of his tongue, as he licks a wet strip across your neck.

Grabbing onto his shoulder for purchase, you feel your legs getting weaker with the sudden tantalizing attack. Wanting to get back at him, you will yourself into regaining your balance so your hands can roam free again. You know Amahiko loves to be felt up. You give him plenty of it, sliding your open palms down the small of his back and arriving at his well-formed ass, giving it a firm squeeze with both hands and then traveling further down on his sides to feel for his toned, muscular thighs, the result of hours upon hours of tireless training. Then moving to the top again, because you desperately need to be held closer in his embrace, you focus on his back. It's so broad; amidst the hug you measure it with your hands and let a pleased sound escape you.

Amahiko moans as one of your hands finds the front of his pants, feeling for a sign that he's enjoying this as much as you are. He attacks your neck again with a fervent suck against the skin.

The bridge of his nose brushes against your still-wet hair and a single waterdrop runs down his cheek, making him pause and chuckle.

"I got ahead of myself, but being seduced like that, I hope you can understand me. Now, can you please take a sit on the bed?"

"What are you planning, Amahiko?"

"Sexy blow-dry!"

Leaving yourself in Amahiko's capable hands, you let yourself be utterly spoiled as he blows your hair dry for you. You're pleased to know the act was as stimulating for him as it was to you, with the feeling of his fingers running through your scalp keeping the fire inside you alive. For any other couple, this could be a distraction from the main event of the night, but for you and Amahiko, it's simply foreplay - after all, he's knowledgeable of the sensitivity of the scalp, even considered an erogenous zone. He pays special attention to the area behind your ears and around your neck, not forgetting to gently tug at your hair as well.

The way he took a moment to reassure you earlier, the way he takes proper care of you instead of devouring you at the door, it all makes you fall head over heels for him all over again. What kind of pamper play is that?!

Putting the dryer away and taking a sit behind you on the bed once again just in time to hear your dreamy sigh, Amahiko hums softly with curiosity. The way his broad frame envelops your from behind messes up with your head, and you give him no answer. You simply drop down to the fluffy duvet, turning over on your back so you can admire his towering-over-you form.

Not paying attention to the way his bathrobe has opened up to reveal more of your skin to his eyes, you let out a small giggle at the audacity of your upcoming request before it's even left your lips. Decisively, you wait for Amahiko to return his gaze to your own before you speak.

"I was being sincere earlier when I said I forgive you for returning home late. Please don't worry so much about these things. However… If you still want to make it up to me…"

Amahiko places one hand at the side of your head, then the other, practically caging you underneath him as he leans over you. His face is serious.

"I understand. You don't have to say another word."

And just like that, he withdraws again, making you thankful because you can now catch your breath, at least. Remaining on the bed, you see him get up and approach the pole at the center of his room.

The disco lights flash over his face, revealing a knowing little smile as Amahiko holds down your gaze. The glassy surface of his eight-wing wardrobe reflects his lit frame, doubling the head-spinning effect of the atmosphere cast by the multicolored lights. You find yourself the sole audience of an exquisite show, as Amahiko begins with simply walking around the metal pole gracefully. In just one turn, all of the buttons on his shirt fall open - you know by now that most of his clothes outside of the playtime costumes are chosen to be taken off easily for his own comfort. You've never seen someone take his shirt off so sensibly, baring one shoulder then the other, then swiftly sliding off the sleeves. The discarded item falls on the floor, and you remove your attention from it in order to take in the sight of Amahiko's now nude torso in its full glory. The light dances on its muscular forms, from his toned abs to the dips of his prominent hipbones where they disappear under his belt. Despite the elegant start, you know what's next by the way he moves his gaze from you to the pole: in just a second he takes a firm grip on it, performing a leap off the ground not unlike a predator chasing after its prey.

Gripping the pole with both hands, he pushes his pelvis up over his head, legs opening to a splits as he rotates at a slow pace. Next, he closes his legs around the pole, holding it between his hefty thighs, strong enough to uphold his weight. He times it perfectly so that he's facing you when he brings his torso up, seemingly folding in half, as you see him…catch the zipper of his red trousers between his teeth and pull it down.

He lets his upper body unfold until he's hanging upside down once again, hooking one leg and folding it so he can grab the pole between his legs, using the other hand to tug down the fabric until his pants' foot comes off, reversing and doing the same with the other.

The article of clothing falls to the ground, leaving him only in his underwear, a silky silver thong that makes a living mirrorball out of Amahiko parading himself on the pole. It catches the eye as it is, but even moreso now that the skimpy, thin fabric shows the outlines of his already erect cock. Amahiko seems to be enjoying himself, libido high as always.

He makes it look so effortless; as if he is weightless, the way he manipulates his own large body into submission, fluid motions calculated with such precision you're left staring in awe. What he does is art, and you're dead serious when you claim that each time you watch him performing it's like the first time. No amount of pole dancing done on the spur of the moment when provoked by the rest of the residents can dull your reaction to it.

Amahiko grants you a good view of his buttocks, flexing the muscles of his back and rear just for you, sneaking a look at you watching him.

He snakes the fingers of his left hand down his hip, penetrating underneath the thin strap and dragging it down with his motion. The tip of his cock pokes out, a bead of precome adorning it and making your mouth water. It's as if the sheer intensity of your gaze undresses Amahiko as the thong comes loose, sliding down to hang from one leg as Amahiko raises it to let the tiny underwear dangle from his foot until he unceremoniously throws it in your direction.

It's the end of Amahiko's show now that he's stripped down to his most nakedness, but he knows how to wrap things up with style.

A final fireman's spin puts accent on his proudly standing-up cock in its whole eye-candy glory, swinging around along with the rest of him just to make your mouth water.

And with that, he lands on the ground at very last.

You give him a round of applause, making sure to let him know how much he fascinated you. "Amahiko…that was incredibly sexy to watch…"

The man approaching you smirks in satisfaction with himself, sinking one knee in the round bed as he extends his hand in offer.

"I bet you wanted to touch me with more than your eyes?"

"I…yes. Please."

The unnecessarity of your last word becomes clear as Amahiko guides your hand to slide down his stomach until you feel the soft fuzz of his plum-colored pubic hair.

"Let me have a taste?"

Amahiko reacts vocally to your playful suggestion, cock pulsating visibly at the mere implication of a hot mouth wrapped around it. You trail your very fingertips down the prominent vein running down his pelvis, following it but avoiding any direct touch on Amahiko's arousal for the time being. As much as you want to wrap your hand around the thick girth, you feel like going straight for tonguing it this time.

"Amahiko will burst with ecstasy if you play with him too much."

"Maybe I want him to burst… in my mouth, and all over my face…"

"Ahhh!"

You give him no time to recover from the image you planted in his mind before lapping at the cock hanging in the air right in front of your face. You give his length a long lick from base to tip, savoring his salty, intoxicating taste that you find yourself addicted to, catching the bulbous head in your mouth and giving it a light suck, before withdrawing and letting his cock bounce.

"I can't help it Amahiko, I want to see you come again and again, and to join you in it until we're completely spent… Maybe it would be fair if you were to decide where you want to climax the first time, and then I get to play with you however I want?"

Amahiko sucks on a breath, sliding a hand down to tug on the base of his cock, cupping his heavy sack and staring at you with dark lust in his eyes. "I agree, however, I still have more apologizing to do. Allow me to pleasure you thoroughly first and give you all I've got. That's my decision."

He guides his cock so that the tip rubs on your velvety lips, precum smearing on them.

"So sexy."

You produce a low grunting noise deep in your throat in approval, not daring to open your lips while he's servicing himself with them. It's just a mere tease though, as in the next second he withdraws and shifts his body until he's fully seated on the bed.

"Let's remove this. Show me your sexy body."

He guides the bathrobe off your shoulders, the silky fabric pooling behind you as Amahiko lets out a low gasp, as if seeing you naked for the first time. He can't keep his hands to himself any longer, and you indulge him willingly, shortening the distance between you until you're welcomed in his lap.

"Today we'll try a position that lets me take care of multiple erogenous zones of yours at the same time. I think you'll find it quite pleasurable. But first, kiss me."

Your pulse quickens with anticipation, ready to be reduced to putty in his hands as wrings pleasure out of you. Amahiko possesses exquisite knowledge about the human body and the many ways it can be played with, you're at the mercy of a professional lover. You'd obediently let him turn, twist and pose you in any way he sees fit, motivated by the promise of drowning in ecstasy. Together, that's it.

You hurry to kiss him as he wished, nowhere as careful as he'd kiss you, but you know he'll love it all the same. His lips are pried to grant you an entrance and you boldly and vigorously invade his mouth, claiming every millimeter of it. He moans in the kiss, following your wild manners tit for tat, not minding the saliva escaping the corner of his mouth. You leave him thoroughly kissed and on edge, impatient to finally receive a stimulation that counts.

"Begin by laying on your stomach for me please."

Eager to comply, the haze occupying your mind already does half the work of getting you lying down again, and the bedding feels good as it rubs along your skin as you turn around. Your behind is now on display for Amahiko who is quick to guide you in the desired position.

"You may lay relaxed for now, at least until I prepare you for penetration." He helps you relax by emphasizing his words with a gentle caress down your back - even if it sends shivers all the way to your toes instead. It takes a lot not to wiggle your hips and spark at least some satisfaction where you need it the most, but you decide to be patient and good for him.

Even when facing away, you recognize the telltale sounds of a nightstand drawer sliding open and then closed with a soft thud a second later. It could be the hundred time Amahiko has taken care of you this way and you'd still find your arousal growing tenfold when this moment approaches. And your muscles all tense up as you feel his fingers coat and probe at your hole with the slippery lube.

"Are my fingers too cold?"

You groan a little at the novel for the night stimulation, reaching over your head for a pillow to drag under your head. Not for hiding your moans, no - letting your voice out was the first and most important lesson you learned in the bedroom of the World Sexy Ambassador - but clutching it in your fist and biting down on it, on the other hand, is welcomed.

"They're…perfect. Thick and long and so experienced."

"Thank you."

Accepting the compliment is not where Amahiko stops; he's eager to prove he deserves it as well, it seems, as he gets the hint about your impatience and puts his fingers in action.

"I know applying extra lubrication might be a burden for you when your body screams for release, but aside from being recommended when you're intimate with someone my size, it would enhance our pleasure. I want nothing but to make you overflow with it."

"Hnng- Please- I'm so ready for you-"

You know your body speaks for you more than your own voice does, as your insides squeeze tightly around Amahiko's slick-coated fingers. The gesture of him focusing on preparing you rather than pleasuring you is driving you insane, but you trust in how rewarding it would all be. The lewd noises of more lube being squeezed out leave you imagining how he applies it on his own cock, as you hear his deep moan. He must be giving his cock a nice stroke now, making sure it's perfectly erect and ready to pleasure you.

"Alright. Let us begin."

You moan in something that is neither pure delight nor frustration, hole spasming around nothing as Amahiko's fingers exit you. You feel his presence towering over your back as places his muscular thighs on either side of your own.

His hand is warm when it lands in the crease of your left knee.

"Fold this leg and hold it like that. Keep the other one stretched out."

His gentle nudge helps you into complying, and you can't help the small noises of anticipation leaving your mouth as you find the place between your legs exposed to the air because of the motion.

"Now put your weight on your elbows… yes, just like that. Sexy."

You prostrate yourself for Amahiko in this convenient position, with your lubed hole all ready for him - you all but feel the focus on the place of penetration, and whine at the lack thereof.

"Shh. Amahiko is coming."

Perplexed at the way he manages to make the simplest things feel like euphoria, you find yourself fighting back a steadily building orgasm at the mere feeling of Amahiko's glans rubbing against your entrance. The friction is fluid, making him slip in with ease, and he exits your body with what you assume is caution not to overstimulate you by thrusting all the way in too soon. It surely wouldn't be him teasing you despite how crazed up with arousal he's already gotten you…

"Nghh- You're so tight and warm inside. You feel so delightful."

Him saying this while he slides back in, this time slower and deeper, has got you gasping around the first few syllables of his name. He thrusts in and out at a slow pace that he gradually picks up until his thrusts are long and even, clouding your head with pleasure.

Being behind you like that, Amahiko has access to one too many sensitive spots of your burning skin, and he is quick to make use of it. He begins by raining kisses on your shoulder, open-mouthed and wet, slowly making his way up the junction of it and your neck, and continuing his ambush until he's met with the delicate skin of your earlobe. He bites on it, slowing the movements of his hips just to savor the reaction as his wet tongue traces the rim of your ear.

"Ahhh-That's-"

"It's sensitive here. You've begun to suck me in deeper inside."

Dividing your focus between the two areas in your body receiving attention induces head-spinning sensation that leaves you breathless. As Amahiko continues tonguing your ear, his hand sneaks to where he earlier noticed you like having it, on the crease of your knee.

"Here too… the skin is thinner. You're going to be screaming in pleasure soon."

Amahiko's deep voice rumbling low as he whispers in your ear is a weapon far more dangerous than those little tricks he plays on your body, but combined with them, you're facing a whirlwind of sensation like never before. And you're spinning, spinning as the low creaking noise of the bed soundtracks each and every thrust of Amahiko; his body draped over yours with a thin layer of sweat between you, his own moans of pleasure entwining with yours, equal in volume and in wanton, speaking of two approaching highs: aching, swollen, pulsing, gushing.

Amahiko now all but slams his hips into yours with his nearly inhuman stamina, the noises of skin-on-skin joining in the salacious melody, and he fucks you so good. You realize the worth of this position as Amahiko grips the inside of your knee to spread you even further, granting himself access to the spots inside you that lit your body on fire.

"I'm-Ngh- I'm going to-come inside you-"

"Do it- Amahiko, do it, please, I'm cumming too…!"

"Let's do it together!"

Turning your head to the side, you clash your lips into Amahiko's, desperately wanting to hold onto the remaining bits of your reason as your world shatters with hot-white pleasure. Amahiko's cock spears through your deepest parts, making you feel completely full as it swells and pulsates to the point of no return. Amidst a broken moan of his name, you tip over the edge, dragging Amahiko along as your body is shaken by ecstasy, just as his is. You feel the hot torrents of his cum fill you to the brim as he keeps cumming and cumming inside you through uneven and deep trusts that lack their previous preciseness in the face of the consuming euphoria.

Amahiko continues fucking the orgasm out of you until you can't take it anymore, and his now shallow thrusts are enough to send your body in tremors with the aftershocks.

Your body gives out and you let the bed embrace your weight as you lay down, Amahiko carefully caging you with his body. He whispers filthy things in your ear, glorifying the heavenly feeling you granted him with, while lazily caressing over your sex with his hand, tracing over the place where you're connected.

You shift your body to your side and he does the same to face you, and you catch him just in time to see how he brings his fingers to his mouth.

"The nectar of our conjoining, it's so sweet…"

"A-Amahiko…"

Blaming it on your still uneven breathing, your heart is yet to calm down and how could it be when Amahiko doesn't give you a break? You feel the liquid warmly tricking down the side of your thigh, and shamelessly you find yourself feeling awfully empty again. So soon.

"Mmmhh…" You attempt to voice out your complaint as Amahiko kisses you again, sharing the taste lingering on his tongue with you. But then something else pops up in your mind.

"Amahiko…"

"Yes, my dear?"

"When we're done here… I think, no, I'm sure… that I'll need to get a bath again."

A second passes, and you hear him sucking on a breather. You can't help the giddy feeling rising in your chest.

"Let this Amahiko join you for a sexy bath."

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[total-drama-brainrot]

Hello hello ophe 👋😇

Just gonna say hockey bro Gwen

That it’s that is the ask

But I have a question? If you mind answering I’m fine if you can’t answer it really 👽

Do you have any writing tips for an amateur fanfic writer? (Me😔) cause I have a hard time with characterization. Just tips on that would be great😊 but it’s kinda sad to see that some people think of Rice Krispies like that even though it has been tagged and all that 😔

But I wish you the best of luck ophe! 😎🥳

-Ass Stars anon

Hello hello, Ass Stars Anon! 👋😊

(Is it obvious that I know literally nothing about hockey?)

As for writing tips, I'm not exactly a qualified or professional author, but I'm more than happy to share some of the tips and tricks I use when it comes to characterisation.

Primarily, it's really important to understand three key aspects of the character you're writing; their habits, their motives, and their temperament.

When you're writing for a certain character, always consider not only what they're doing, but why they're doing it. You can have your characters do something entirely OOC if you can justify why they'd be doing it, either through circumstance or by utilizing the three key aspects.

For example, when Trent gets uncharacteristically aggressive towards Cody in "Up the Creek", it's still in character because it's motivated by his feelings for Gwen- Trent's already established as a bit of a hopeless romantic, so having him act irrationally due to his uncertainty over Gwen's returned feelings excuses his hostility (despite his usual laid-back nature). We see later, especially in Action, that Trent has a habit/tendency of acting irrationally when it comes to anything that threatens his love life.

Of course, habits can also refer to the little patterns and behaviours certain characters have; for example, Harold's continuous use of "Gosh!" is a habit of his- something that can be easily identified as a Harold Behaviour, and something super easy to add to his dialogue to keep it feeling in character.

Another good example of utilizing dialogue habits is (not to self promo here) how I write Alejandro's speech in my stories. Throughout the show itself, you'll rarely hear Alejandro use contractions and abbreviations (he'll say "we all" instead of "we'll", or "is it not?" instead of "isn't it?"), and his manner of speech is very formal (for a ~16 year old) both due to the fact that English is his second language and the fact that he's the son of a high profile diplomat. That's why, when I write for him, I make a point of keeping his written dialogue as contraction-free as possible.

I hope that my little tangent there helps at least somewhat!

And thank you for the concern! I think some people misconstrued what my intentions were with the RK fic, which is understandable given one of the primary concepts used in the fic is generally used in a sexual context (which is such a waste of a perfectly good plot device by the way! Honestly, I wish people would stop associating cool concepts with The Horny to the point where people trying to explore them as narrative devices are assumed to be creeps 😓) but the anon who initially accused me of unsavoury things has since apologised, so no harm no foul. Though my fic is properly tagged, I should've made it more apparent either in the summary or the author's notes that it isn't as, uh, 'distasteful' as some might assume.

I wish you the best of luck too! 😁

[hils79]

Thanks for tagging me (ages ago I'm sorry I suck) @puppy-phum

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1. why did you choose your url?

I am so boring I almost want to apologise for it. My url is just my nickname and the year I was born (yes, I am old).

2. any sideblogs? if you have them name them and why you have them.

I don't really use my sideblogs much. I've got one that I haven't used for years that I used to post some of my photography on @hal-photography. I've got one for an old UK convention that folded during the pandemic but that I used to do the marketing for @writerconuk and I've got a whump blog that I use to reblog my favourite whumpy gifs so that they're easy to find. Not sharing that one because I do not wish to be Perceived.

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

My original blog was set up in 2010. I had to nuke it after some unpleasantness in the Supernatural fandom (isn't it always SPN) and I've had this current once since 2011 I think

4. do you have a queue tag?

Nah, I don't queue things as a general rule. I do a bunch of reblogging first thing in the morning while I'm scrolling in bed and that's more or less it

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

I was looking for a new home after Livejournal finally properly died and most fandom folk were here at that time

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

It's a piece of DMBJ art that my housemate comissioned as a Christmas present a couple of years ago. I love it, and it was made specifically for me, so I made it my header and my icon

7. why did you choose your header?

Same as above

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

This RDJ/Paul Bettany exchange I ripped from Twitter. I have no idea why it ended up with 20k notes

9. how many mutuals do you have?

I honestly have no idea. Lots.

10. how many followers do you have?

Argh now I'm going to have to go and look. 2421. Wow.

11. how many people do you follow?

Wow this thing is really exposing me. 1908. I generally follow back so long as I can see that the person is an active fandom blog where we have at least one fandom in common.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

I mostly shitpost in the tags

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

Generally for an hour in the morning before I get up and then however long it takes me to liveblog my next drama episode in the evening

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

No, I don't think so. Not that I can remember anyway. I generally try and avoid conflict and if someone is annoying me I just block them and/or vent about it in a safe space with friends I trust.

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts

Makes me less inclined to reblog them tbh. Don't tell me what to do in my own house.

16. do you like tag games?

I am so bad at remembering to do them when I get tagged (see above about only really being on tumblr for an hour a day) but I do appreciate it every time someone thinks of me

17. do you like ask games?

Yeah, same as above. I love them but I am crap at remembering to answer the asks. I'm very sorry.

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

I'm not sure I could name anyone who is tumblr famous beyond the actual celebrities who hang out here (like Lynda Carter)

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

I have mutuals I admire and wish I was brave enough to talk to more but I wouldn't really call them crushes. As an aroace I don't really do crushes.

20. tags?

I'm going to tag a few of my newer mutuals so I can get to know them a bit better. Absolutely no pressure though @prolestari @queenbeyondthejudge @fangirl-bookaholic @huzzzah @life-is-all-about-perspective @loving-that-officey-feel @greenyball @hwasfeatherduster

[blubushie]

ABOUT ME

READ THIS BEFORE YOU SEND ASKS/INTERACT. ASK BLU ANYTHING DAY (ABAD) is on the first full weekend of every month!

MINORS: Block the "#blu lewd" tag OR I WILL BLOCK YOU and do not DM me unless it's to ask to join Blucord. This goes ESPECIALLY if you're 16 or under. Adults on the internet are not your friends, and I am not comfortable speaking with you privately without a third party present.

G'day fellas! You can call me Blu, and I can be invoked like some Lovecraftian horror by mentioning Sniper in the TF2 tags. King of Sniper Lore (and Australia), Messiah of Bludaism, also known as the "Sheepshagging Roorooting Horsehumping Mountainfucking Melonpiping 13x-Divorced Breastmaster Hitman Inenrt Dingoboy Piss Cheese Jorts Bludysseus Blu'nt Bushgod Sniper Blog" despite not being a Sniper blog (and not actually shagging a sheep or rooting a roo or being married to start with or caring all that much for cannabis, I'm a psychedelics bloke). I'm just Like This.

Been told I'm the "Sniper kin of all Sniper kins." Not sure what a kin is these days but from what I've heard I'm content with not knowing.

This is my only blog. I have three sideblogs. One is @blu-doods, where I post my shitty stick figure art for laughs, and the other two are @art-reblugs, where I reblog art on (I reblog art here too, but the pickings are far more slim) and @post-reblugs (same as art but for text posts).

Again, not a Sniper roleplay blog. That said feel free to call me Sniper as a joke because I do very much enjoy it. Just keep in mind that I am my own person and not a fictional character. There's a real person behind the screen.

Sometimes I go on tangents and start infodumping. You can find the masterlist here. Also please read my DNI list and check out my pronouns page (I spent so much time on it).

My ask box is always open to whatever you want to say. Questions, comments, infodumping, or whatever else comes to mind. I particularly enjoy things relating to TF2, astronomy, nature, classic cars, and weapons. :]

If you find a weird animal or plant and want to know what it is, send me a picture with the location and there's a fair chance I can ID it! ("Location" doesn't need to be city, just state or general region!)

If you're looking to do art or something of me, please see this post for a guide to what I look like and this post for my rules on what is and isn't acceptable!

We now have a Discord server! If you want to join just DM me, but please ask only you and I are mutuals or we interact often :]

My avatar was done by the incredibly talented @grumpygrumblet!

SOME INFO ABOUT ME

I have autism, selective mutism, and some other issues that aren't really important. Point is that sometimes it can be hard for me to talk or properly put my thoughts into words. This makes me come across as cold sometimes. I'm not good at communicating with words and I'm better at expressing it in person where I can rely more on touch. I apologise if I seem rude because I'm not trying to be. Let me know and I'll try to articulate what I mean to say in a gentler way.

I'm 23.

Bushstraight. AMAB transmasc. Weird bloke.

I grew up in Alice Springs and spend most of my time in the NT. On the first Friday of the month there's a good chance you can find me at the Daly Waters Pub. CU in the NT! (Not now though because I'm stuck in America for the foreseeable future. Oops. Try me again in 2025!)

I hunt professionally for pest control. Usually it's invasive animals like pigs, cats, or feral dogs. I'm also licenced to occasionally deal with nuisance native wildlife like crocodiles, but aside from assisting in relocation efforts I've yet to be called out for a crocodile. I'm alright with this—I really don't want to shoot a crocodile.

I also hunt to feed myself and my dog. Her name is Misty and she's an Australian Shepherd/Golden Retriever mix. You can see her here or by checking out my "mistyposting" tag.

I used to participate in kangaroo culls and by law I have to shoot them in the head so if you ever want to know what it's like to pop skulls, reckon you can ask me. Also on the kangaroo thing: if you're Australian and from 2020-2021 ate kangaroo or bought kangaroo dog food or leather, there's a chance I'm the one what got it to you.

I'm a bushie. This means I'm a survivalist who lives out in the bush. I technically live in a van (ute + camper in the tray) but if there's good weather I'm usually sleeping outside unless it's an area with a lot of dingos (they don't usually bother people but I'm not going to take risks with my dog). I have no permanent residence and I move from place to place for work. Occasionally I have to go into cities for work (I'm looking at you, M*lbourne) but these are thankfully rare occasions and only when I'm strapped for cash.

Sometimes while clearing a squatter's land I'll find Psilocybe mushrooms and take them back home and get high when I'm done working. It makes for an interesting experience and my favourite thing to do is lay on the top of my van and watch the stars for a while.

I have a mullet and I am awful proud of it. It's easy upkeep since I can cut it using the mirror of my van.

I've drank my own piss on more than one occasion. The first time was because I was dying of dehydration out in the bush and it kept me alive for 2 days until I found water. The second time was for science. Certified Piss Kink Guy. (Editor's note: I do not in fact have a piss kink.)

I have infinitely large balls.

I am a bogan. I am proud of that too. Viva la boganism.

I am Ameristralian. I was born in the US and came to Australia when I was 2 years old—both of my parents are American but my parents lived in Australia for work. I grew up in Australia but when my parents split Dad went back home to California to buy back my grandfather's station and I spent most of my high school years in California (years 10-12) and lost my accent. I now live in Australia with a very thick American accent so I get the "lost tourist" spiel a lot and I reckon I'm never going to stop having to prove I'm Australian. It's gotten me into pub fights before and will continue to do so. I had a stroke in 2023 and now have my Aussie accent back LMAO

I've been told I'm "Sniper IRL." (Cheers, bloke I met in a Sydney pub, for getting me into TF2 by telling me this.)

I fucking love crocodiles to a possibly dangerous degree. Technically I love everything nature and especially animals, but crocodiles are just something special to me. I blame Steve Irwin and the fact my favourite thing to do as a nipper was go up to Darwin with Mum during the dry season and go croc spotting.

I like TF2, nature (particularly plants and animals), astronomy, and history. My special interest is sniping. I also love science and medicine. PLEASE ASK ME ABOUT THESE THINGS BECAUSE I LOVE TO TALK ABOUT THEM.

I swear a lot. I will not apologise for it. Fight me, cunt.

Please ask me about the shit I've seen out in the bush. I have so many stories. Actually, just ask me anything. Just talk to me in general, please. I need it.

I like knives (penchant for Bowie knives and machetes), firearms (penchant for antique bolt-actions), and old cars. I think pre-1970 Land Rovers are pretty spiffy. I can alternatively be invoked by incorrectly stating what model of Land Rover Sniper drives. It's a bloody 1965 Series IIA!

DO NOT ATTEMPT ANY OF THE SHIT YOU SEE ME DO ON THIS BLOG. I AM A PROFESSIONAL AT WHAT I DO—ATTEMPTING TO REPLICATE IT IS LIKELY TO RESULT IN SERIOUS HARM AND/OR DEATH. DO NOT GO INTO THE OUTBACK UNLESS YOU ARE WITH A GROUP AND HAVE AN EXPERIENCED GUIDE WITH YOU.

If you wanna learn the rest of the lore, you'd best delve the blog. ;]

I can also be found on AO3 also under Blubushie.

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💙: Random thoughts or stuff from me. No worries, I don't ramble often. Also contains reblogs of things I just Vibe With that don't fit any of my other tags. Formerly #bluposting

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blu whos: Answered asks. Please send me asks or talk to me in literally any way as I often spend weeks without even seeing another human out in the bush and let me tell you it is NOT good for one's state of mind. I may not like people but humans are social animals and it's a terrible Catch-22. Ask me about my work or life or my fic or about TF2 lore or Sniper or literally anything please.

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blu drew: My sketches. I don't do digital art so all of it is traditional and usually of varying quality. It's typically animals or plants I see out in the bush.

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learnin the blus: Random thoughts/rambles regarding my fic.

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blus clues: Me speculating on headcanons and lore, usually about TF2. I love lore speculation.

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blu planet: Reblogs relating to nature and the natural world.

blu zoo: Discussions of animals and plants. May contain pictures of things I see on my adventures!

stockman: Discussing my former job as a stockman.

blu pew: Weapons, mostly firearms and knives.

true blu: Things specifically relating to Australia. Usually cultural things.

code blu: Things relating to medicine. This especially applies to bushmedicine.

blursed: Reblogged shit that I think is cursed. Usually text posts, sometimes images.

blusome: Just uplifting things I see and reblog. Everybody needs some added light every now and then.

blu spew: Funny things. Titled for me spewing out my coffee in the morning when I see them.

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blu views: The VERY rare occasions I discuss politics. Most of this is either about firearms or rarely nature conservation.

mistyposting: Posts relating strictly to Misty.

moonyposting: Anything relating to Mundy, my emu. On this blog he's referred to as "Moony" so as not to have him confused with Mundy from my fic (or canon Mundy).

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recipe: My recipes and recipes I've come across. :]

ford blu: Anything relating to cars.

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ask game: Ask games I find.

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blubook: Posts relating to literature. It's a pun about the Australian boobook, a type of owl. Get it? Because owls are smart? And it's reading? Nevermind.

fanart: Art specifically of me because I get a lot of it (and adore it when I do)!

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blu muse: Poetry I write (because apparently I'm doing that again).

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smoke signals: Back-and-forth discussions in reblogs.

dozposting: Posts about my lovely lady, @eyes-like-iron-fangs-of-rust

horseposting: Me talking about horses. I fucking love horses.

dream journal: Where I log my dreams.

eminence: Me infodumping about DND/my DND character Redd (cuz Redd + Blu = eminence purple).

PMP: Info relating to my job as a pest management professional.

matildaposting: Me discussing my late 70s Dreamer camper or other campers.

🌌: Wereshitposting—late-night blogging I get up to when the world is quiet and I can't sleep.

Also I'm writing a Speedingbullet fic on AO3 because it's boring out here and I have brainrot so go read that I guess, cheers. Chapter 10 is my magnum opus.

Here's the link to the original F/M version of the fic, and here's the link to the M/M edited version of the fic. The M/M version isn't as good and there may be pronoun errors here and there because the F/M is my primary focus and how the fic is originally written. The M/M version is also discontinued at Chapter 7 as I couldn't work Jesse's backstory properly into Jake. Sorry, folks.

If you're looking to do fanart or something I have a reference for Jesse and Suki. I also have an appearance detail for the rest of BLU team. (If you do fanart of Jesse and Mundy together I will love you forever and ever.)

[saintsenara]

I have really enjoyed reading your answers to the rare pair tag game. I have added a lot of the fics that you recommended on your latest answer to my 'Marked for Later' list on a03 to enjoy over the weekend. I was wondering your honest thoughts are on the following ships: Tom/Ron, James/Snape, Tom/Hermione, Molly/Bellatrix, James/Regulus and Snape/Lily and Dudley/Draco. I apologise for the number of ships and I am really curious on your opinions.

thank you so much for the ask, @sarafina-sincerity - and for continuing my recent tradition of offering opinions nobody else wanted to hear on an increasingly unhinged list of pairings.

[i know you sent a message apologising for sending some ships which were asked before, but i love to chatter, so i'm going in to answer the original...]

tom riddle | voldemort/ron weasley

obviously this is the crack pairing when it comes to voldemort + a member of the trio - while tomarrymort and tomione/volmione stories number into the thousands on ao3, voln/ton/rom/ronmort/whatever we're calling it has a grand total of... ten tagged works.

i think this is a tremendous shame, but not - it's important to say - because i agree with the tedious fanon idea, particularly prevalent in ships which feature hermione with anyone else, that ron would make a good death eater [as you will see below, i think that honour belongs firmly to hermione herself...] - even in a voldemort wins au, ron isn't going over to the dark side. it sounds too much like hard work.

instead, i'm into this pairing because ron is... kind of mother. he likes to look after people and he channels his negative emotions into doing this [he wouldn't have left the tent if harry and hermione had learned how to shoplift properly and he could be settled in front of a nice pot, i'll die on that hill]. just imagine little captive ron - maybe the snatchers recognised him, maybe voldemort's won and everyone else is dead - bustling around his gilded prison in malfoy manor making the dark lord a cup of tea when he turns up to psychologically torture him. voldemort would - as i am - be intrigued.

and if, in fact, you'd like to see almost exactly this situation play out, you will definitely enjoy wind tunnels by @mrmxlemons. ron isn't having a good time, but his cooking is.

james potter/severus snape

i've not read much snames, so this is mostly just based on general vibes: i think it's fine but not fantastic.

as i've said in literally everything i've ever posted about sirius black/severus snape, snack is a great pairing because they're narrative mirrors, something which creates so much drama that it makes me scream.

severus and james don't have this - if anything, they're narrative opposites. james is adored by his parents, he's rich, he gets the girl, his best friend is in love with him and not the other way round, he's the ringleader of his gang rather than a follower, his whole family have been gryffindors, and so on and so forth. obviously opposites attract, but you haven't got the immediate potential for connection that you have between severus and characters such as sirius, lily, and - let's all be real - voldemort.

i'm not really going to get into the bullying debate here, but it seems to me that severus would regard james - had he lived - in a similar way to how he regards the adult lupin; that is, that he would completely disassociate from any situation in which he's present, rather than love getting in his face as he does with sirius. i don't love snupin for this reason [i'll read it, of course, but it always feels extremely ooc to me] - the fissure caused by their conflicting personalities simply runs too deep, and my suspicion is that snames is the same.

hermione granger/tom riddle | voldemort

so, this is the one where I think I'm likely to deviate most significantly from the opinions of my dash...

i think it's entirely plausible, but only from hermione's side.

the argument i've seen most against tomione/volmione is that hermione's moral code would never permit her to accept anything less than a voldemort who was transformed into a man she would want - which means the whole murder thing needs to get thrown in the bin.

i... disagree. the canonical hermione is someone who is very morally inflexible in relation to how she expects others to behave, but incredibly morally flexible - and often quite immoral - in pursuit of things she herself wants or thinks she wants. she is also the cruelest and most ruthless member of the trio. she thinks herself rational and would - therefore - be the easiest for anyone cleverer than rita skeeter to manipulate. she is very lonely, and would, in a situation in which she was captured, be the member of the trio most swayed by basic demonstrations of kindness [lord voldemort only needs to endure a brief conversation about hogwarts: a history and hint that harry and ron aren't coming to look for her and he's golden]. she always thinks she's right - if she's convinced just by harry and ron not telling her otherwise that her knitted hats are freeing house elves in their droves, i am certain she could be convinced that she won concessions for muggleborns under voldemort's regime through her own skill and not because he wanted to grant them anyway. and so on.

whether the relationship is something she has to do or wants to do, i think she'd be able to justify it to herself as a necessary evil which doesn't actually go against her standards for herself. that she would never think this for harry and ron if they shacked up with the dark lord is part of the fun...

from voldemort's perspective, while he definitely has a weakness for dark curly hair [bellamort nation, rise up], i cannot see him going for it as anything other than a tool of psychological warfare [whereas i think you can write e.g. tomarry based very much in mutual attraction]. intellectually, while hermione is very clever, she doesn't have the interest in experimentation which voldemort has [this is why snapemort and riddledore both always slap - they have the same views on magic], she's extremely condescending, which is his thing, she obviously grew up incredibly rich, and her dour, whiggish empiricism doesn't align very well with his late-antique-emperor's view of the world.

she doesn't give a shit about dead rabbits though. maybe they could bond over that.

bellatrix lestrange/molly weasley

yeah why not. they canonically went to hogwarts at the same time and bellatrix is definitely giving off jilted ex vibes in that final duel.

would molly put up with bella's nonsense? absolutely not. bellatrix would have exactly the same reaction as fleur to the burrow - nothing to do except cooking and chickens - and the ensuing argument would burn the place to the ground far more interestingly than that dogshit scene in the half-blood prince film.

regulus black/james potter

i don't know her, sorry.

lily evans/severus snape

as i said here, i'm into it in a post-james world where lily is trying to rebuild her life by connecting with her past.

so let's take it from a different angle: do i think it could work in the pre-james era?

absolutely not. i think these two need something as seismic as catastrophic loss to force them to actually engage with each other as they are, rather than as the versions they've constructed in their heads. at school, where they're both just dancing round each other, never seeing eye-to-eye on anything, they're never going to be able to get to that place.

i also think james needs to be out of the picture - she's clearly into him long before the mudblood incident, and that knowledge would only ever make severus astonishingly unpleasant to have as a boyfriend. rip king, but you were lost in service of shipping.

dudley dursley/draco malfoy

yeah it's hot. boxer!dudley is enormous and ripped, what's not to love. draco deserves a huge boy who also hates harry.

plus imagine narcissa vs petunia on the topic of their darling boys. or lucius vs vernon when the former pulls up to privet drive in a flying rolls royce. i would be seated.

[animation0idk]

Hello this is part 1 of my au for msm I actually made this like at least like two months ago but I forgot to post it properly and I get distracted very easily and I so I keep thinking that this isn't as good and people weren't see it but I digress enjoy and I use said alot so ya

By A day on an island an island far far away from any other monster an Island that no monster knows about. in the fog where these monsters can't be seen.

Torrt Give it back!!

Yelled the air celestial .not going to give it you back you have to come and get it said the young earth monster for being a tortoise he is quite fast faster than Attmoz.

While the young earth monster was running he was looking back not to looking where he was going suddenly he ran into one of the older monsters of the group loodvigg. Oh I'm sorry loodvigg.

Loodvigg snatched the toy out of torrt's hands and scuttled over to attmoz and handed it over. Thank you loodvigg. Loodvigg suddenly looking over to torrt loodvigg doing a gesture to torrt to come over I want you to apologise to Attmoz said the shadow monster I'm sorry Attmoz said torrt good don't want you to be do it again said loodvigg.

Then torrt scampered away thanks again loodvigg I know I'm one of the oldest but I don't know how to run fast and he's pretty fast so I can't always catch him said Attmoz. it was a pleasure I hate to say but the young ones are always annoying but I guess understandable he isn't much to do on this island. Have you seen blasoom? I have not seen her all day said loodvigg oh I saw her last around the side of the island why do you need to know. I just want to make sure that she is not hurt or getting into trouble I'm gonna go and see her. Ok have fun loody said Attmoz don't call me that said loodvigg.

Then loodvigg snatched away. Meanwhile on another part of the island a young water celestial and a fire celestial we're talking. You know sometimes I wonder what is out there said the fire celestial I don't really know said hornacle. I'm gonna go and play with plixie said the water celestial. Ok said furnoss and so the young water celestial left and furnoss was on his own then

he noticed a water puddle and look in it... And saw himself... But he looked older he had a mustache and had a longer neck. I'm I doing good? Said furnoss. yes you said the reflection are you sure older me? Yes your doing good but you shouldn't be talking to me.why said furnoss because you should be playing with your friends little one. Ok I will bye older me. then the fire celestial scampered away. Be safe please said the reflection.

Furnoss wondered over to his friends they were playing tag so furnoss join them . Vhamp Was it so the others ran away vhamp was running after galvana wall galvana was making squeaking

With happiness and all the others giggling. As the young galvana was rolling around on the core that they had . they were getting close to the edge of the island they looked behind them and vhamp was getting closer. But out of nowhere the young plixie swooped in and grabbed galvana.

Hey no fair yelled the young mech celestial well plixie and galvana we're giggling with excitement gavana even making little shocks with their hands. In the Distance a young air celestial was watching the others running around and giggling having fun. Attmoz!! Yelled a monster from the distance Attmoz turned around to see who it was. It was glashuir and blasoom glashuir it's you where were you said Attmoz what are you guys doing said the cold celestial. Oh we playing tag said Attmoz

can we join said glashuir of course you can buddy . As the two monsters were talking the young mech celestial Rand directly at them Attmoz look out yelled glashuir the young air monster grabbed glashuir and blasoom and floated up on a cloud . Hay no fair said vhamp hey you never said we couldn't use our powers. but it's not fair if you use them said vhamp okay okay I'll let you talk tag me said Attmoz then Attmoz floated down and let vhamp tag him glashuir and blasoom ran off so they wouldn't get tagged after a while it started to get dark loodvigg and scaratar gathered everyone together. Ok ok that's enough we've had our fun but it's getting like we should all head to bed said loodvigg . Attmoz and glashuir helped scaratar and loodvigg to get the young monsters to the only form of shelter they had what was the debris at the edge of the island

Every monster said they're good night goodnight loody said Attmoz

You to moz said loodvigg.

[sophieswundergarten]

I am completely and utterly floored that someone would tag me for this, but thank you nonetheless, @mvshortcut!!!

Rules: in a new post w/ rules attached, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIP’s; not titles, file names. Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post! After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write three sentences in that file. If the file name is one you can’t share (for example, an event fic), write three sentences on it anyway, and then write three more on another to share. That’s it! You can invite others to join, or just post.

I sincerely hope I'm doing this properly, and I apologise for the weird and vague titles. I get anxious about people knowing what I'm writing for some reason, even though I know no one's going to come take my computer and look through my files, so everything is very minimally and literally titled according to my wacko mental system. Once again, my apologies.

Here we go!

Anon (1)

Average

Extended Mind?

Processing

School Teacher AU Disaster

And a snippet:

“Jillson? Jillson, what are you doing? What did Mr. Curtain want?” Jackson rushed into the cafeteria upon seeing her. What she was doing in there after they were supposed to have finished checking that all of the students had gone to bed, he couldn’t fathom.

She started blankly ahead, like that one time before they had attained Messenger status and the two of them had stayed up all night studying together. Only it wasn’t four in the morning after countless Free Market Drills right now. And she still wouldn’t look at him. He was trying to control his breathing, but it was getting increasingly difficult the longer she took to respond.

I'm afraid my silly brain isn't being very helpful at coming up with writer mutuals at the moment (I know y'all exist, and I love you, my brain's just being stupid), so if anyone else wants to try, be my guest!

[ai-megurine]

not to be rude but did you even search trans on their blog? because i did and these were some of the first posts that showed up

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/mejcinta/699869953644544000

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/mejcinta/664809211806564352

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/mejcinta/651584668322381824

Hi! First, I want to apologise to anyone who might have been offended by my reblogs. I would never, under any circumstances, willingly associate with someone who is transphobic.

As for my research of the blog, my Tumblr app has never worked properly. The search bar on blogs has never given any results even when I searched for tags I know for sure someone used. I mean, I typed "alicent hightower" and never got anything on my own blog. So I simply scrolled down, and didn't find anything that alarmed me. Going into the HOTD fandom, I hadn't expected to find this kind of discourse but that isn't an excuse for my oversight.

Again, I want to apologise because it is clear I need to educate myself further. I didn't go far enough in my research, but it's not an excuse and I will try to do better in the future.

Please don't hesitate to educate me further, I'm trying my best.

[purgemarchlockdown]

If you don't mind me adding to this a bit since I'm very fond of the cat metaphors. If we're going down the Cat Assignments in Milgram we can see a pattern with them.

We have:

Catgirl Yuno, who is frustrated that people keep on portraying her as a "poor innocent girl" and is destroying that image, and is representing a "sinful" and "impure" Yuno (Cat as Sin and Impurity)

Kazui, who is revealing his "lies" and "sin" to Hinako which destroys his marriage. (Cat as Sin and Impurity) (We also have the lyrics but I'll get to them in a bit)

And Amane, who doesn't have as easy of a picture to insert but:

Is Literally The Cat and the cat is both the thing that gets her to "sin" (Cat as Corrupting Force) and she herself is punished for being "sinful" and "impure" even outside of this event, which is why she's a cat. (Cat as Sin and Impurity) This doesn't include Mahiru since Mahiru isn't as overtly catish however most people do note that:

This frame of her's in particular looks very cat-like and she Pounces on her lover. Who is portrayed shown as feathers. Birds are a Cat's pray and same as mice so it's possible something is going on with her too. She also has a sin and impurity thing going on, calling herself covered with sin in I Love You and her love being destructive and unhealthy.

Which actually leads into the other cat associations, common theme with these three (four counting Mahiru) is Love and a Lack of Proper Love. Yuno dislikes most of her clients and is distant and lonely from people, Kazui wants to be normal and loved like a cat (or more accurately loved like a Pet Cat.) and gets the first thing by being with Hinako but not the second. Mahiru indulgent and destructive love that eventually killed who she cared about, and Amane...

Well, she's a Horribly Taken Care of Pet Cat. Not only does she have the prisoner tag collar, but when viewed through the idea of "Amane as Cat" a lot of things her cult Does is colored in a very particular way.

Cats are obligate carnivores who cannot digest plants properly.

Amane is a vegetarian

What kind of meat do you like? I don't eat meat.

Cats have poorly developed tastebuds for sweets due to evolutionary reasons (not eating much sweets) Amane does not eat sweets even if she really wants to.

Amane: I don’t need it. I’ll gratefully accept your well-wishes, but I don’t eat things like that. Also…… Shidou-san, I can’t say I’m especially fond of the way you assume that all children will love frivolous things like this. Shidou: ………… Is that so… I apologise. I’m sure everyone else will be happy to eat it, so don’t worry about it. Sorry for intruding. Amane: ………… ……cake……

This brings additional context to the cast in Magic.

We have two cats here, one with a collar, one not. The one without is Amane (as previously established) and is uncollared and "wild"

The reason why the other two animals (dog and rabbit) don't have collars because in the eyes of the cult it's not necessary. Those two are already pure and righteous, but cats aren't.

Fuuta: Huh, what, so you’re just eating grass? What are you, a rabbit or something? Since you’re just a brat, you should be eating your meat properly.You won’t grow if you don’t.

(This isn't to say Amane doesn't like vegetables or wants meat or anything, just showcasing the biological roots of some of this Metaphor)

The cult wants her to be something that Isn't a Cat but will settle on her being collared.

Y'know...like with the bow, and the medal around her neck.

If were viewing this through 0708 parallels this adds a lot of fun stuff to them. Since it changes these lines in Kazui's lyrics.

I wanted to be loved, just like a cat Maybe act capricious, on my word and at my fancy

He doesn't want to be collared up and chained but he wants to be given the benefits of being a pet. He wants his "abnormal" desires to be fulfilled.

I can’t stop, I can’t be normal This feeling, it can’t be gratified I can’t stop, I can’t be normal This feeling, it’s yearning to be satisfied

It's not what he should want or is supposed to want but he wants it anyway. Cats not being given love and affection seem to be a Thing Here. I could go on forever but most of that is Amane Stuff. I will say on Dogs we have two main sources of Dogs. Haruka (who has his own dead cat in his MVs) and Kotoko, which is technically wolves.

I would separate the two given how the symbolism of both seem pretty different. I Think it's possible that Haruka's dogs are representative of Neotony or Juvenilization which ties into how Haruka is infantalized and Kotoko...well...hunters for justice.

(Also I think it's possible that Rabbit is the other side of this dichotomy, I have no good evidence for this I am just going off of how Jackalope looks like a rabbit and how Fuuta calls Amane a "rabbit" when she's a cat but I dunno, interesting to note)

Just a quick thing, but I saw it noted the other day how season 2 is going really ham on the cat imagery and it made me think of something

We know milgram is basing some of its symbols off the Bible story the "Parable of the sheep and the goats" but I think the cat imagery is supposed to serve as a modern reinterpretation of this

The parable tells the tale of two animal herds, a group of sheep and a group of goats The sheep get up to generally virtuous things: clothing the homeless, visiting prisoners, feeding the poor ect But the goats get into all sorts of trouble, knocking over people's pots, stealing things, generally being a nuisance Then at the end Jesus (or god, I can't remember) comes in like 'Wow, the sheep were Really Good! that means you guys get to go to Heaven, but you goats have been very naughty, you guys are going to hell. Today's lesson is be a sheep not a goat, goodnight folks.'

Now while real sheep can't donate to charity, this depiction isn't inaccurate to the real animals, sheep being more likely to follow along with where you're trying to herd them. Whilst goats have a reputation for mischief The bible really likes sheep, all the stuff about Jesus being the 'Lamb of God' and the story about the good shepherd ect The only other time I remember goats coming up (although they probably did a bunch) was when Abraham was told to kill his only son Isaac and the devil was like 'noo thats a bad idea maybe you shouldn't listen to god?' but Abraham went through with it and when he went to stab Isaac, god magically replaced the boy with a goat - this is where we get the term 'Scapegoat'

Anyway back to milgram, I think they have updated this concept of 'virtuous, loyal, sheep' and 'sinful goats' Into a metaphor of 'loyal dogs' and 'sinful, willful cats' Ever heard the expression "Like herding cats"? It's difficult to do Like goats, cats can't be forced into doing stuff, they're not aiming to please a master like a dog is, they'll knock stuff off the table, decimate local ecosystems and whilst I don't think Japan has a concept of a bad luck cat, in parts of Europe/North America, black cats are certainly seen as unlucky