#I would say that I think 'bigger' writers on here should at least try every once and a while to peek into the tags and boost writers

[yutaleks]

Hi aleks, sometimes I feel like, no one wants to connect on this social media site? Idk. The like to rb ratio is depressing. I mean, I’m grateful that people are liking my posts. But like. I wanna hear what they think too, ya know?

not sure if you are a writer im guessing from the wording of this ask that you are. but I think it's a bit hard these days to get the level of interaction that you may be asking for

depending on what fandom youre in or what character youre posting about or what trope youre writing etc etc the size of the audience will change. like I already know in my mind if im writing something that is more geared towards stereotypical heteronormative relationships that will get much more interaction than something that is subversive. or if im writing a fic for a popular character that will get much more interactions than a not so popular one.

But at the same time, coming from someone who used to write for a very popular character, I have to say that the grass is not always greener? As in, I think there is a difference between quantity and quality of interactions. If im writing something that I know a core base of people who follow me will like, I know I will most likely get at least some sort of interaction from people who typically enjoy that content. I find that interaction to be more meaningful, especially if it's something I enjoy talking about. vs, if I write something with a bigger 'audience', perhaps there will be more reblogs but the back and forth interaction does not happen. that person will read the fic, reblog or leave a comment, and then be on their way. It does not create this relationship where you end up having a back and forth conversation or becoming mutuals or anything like that (at least, in my experience).

Like if I post a fic that EYE enjoy, and I get ten comments from lovely people, that means more to me than a hundred interactions on a fic I didn't put my whole dick into. ya know?

idk where im going with this. I guess I wanna say if you are passionate about something, and you receive even a few bits of feedback, that will feel so much more rewarding than trying to 'chase' the feedback by writing things you think others will enjoy. and I think too that people will be able to tell when you are writing something that you feel passionate about.

im of the opinion that you can't force people to reblog and interact with your work. ive seen every excuse under the sun for why people wont reblog. but I think if someone feels as passionate about something as you do, they will overcome whatever shyness they feel to come tell you that they appreciate what you are doing

#idk if what I said makes any sense but #I think coming into Tumblr as a writer its okay to want a better rb to like ratio but don't feel discouraged #there is a lot stacked against you right now #no one that I know uses the tags anymore cause they are full of spam #so sometimes the fics that appear on the dashboard are just mutuals reblogging each other. and as a newbie those circles are hard to get in #so someone with no writer mutuals and no following... their posts wont be seen by anyone with significant pull/reach #I would say that I think 'bigger' writers on here should at least try every once and a while to peek into the tags and boost writers #that are new / starting out and making genuine efforts to write #I wont explain but I think when you've been on here long enough you can tell who is posting in the tags for 'Tumblr clout' and who I postin #fic bc they genuinely are passionate about it #but I know most writers on here only read whatever they see on their dash #if people actually stopped spamming the tags with nonsense and the tags were more useable I think we would all use them more... ironic #anyway. I personally always try to reblog fics with comments and check the tags every once and a while for fics to read #I think that is best practice for writers but I know not everyone does that... #in the same vein #i think if you put effort into being a good reader consistently. writers with larger followings will notice / want to be mutuals and help #boost your writing to the dashboard #writing fic is a community that takes genuine effort to grow #TLDR: be a good reader and reblog fics and interact with writers. write things that come from your heart. interactions will follow with tim #*time #long post #ϟ asking aleksandria

[justporo]

A Night of Song and Laughter (Part 6)

In which Astarion basically says "Murder is okay, but it's not okay to disrespect my wife". A lot of swearing in this one, be warned - also Astarion's bares his claws.

So - ARE YOU READY FOR ANOTHER ONE?? I'm honestly so tired, at the moment, it's doing my job at day, being a fanfic writer and servant to the fandom at night. Which results in poor sleep schedule and eating habits. Didn't even get to keep playing for a few days. But I love all the things happening, all the content people create and people liking my content as well - after all I am just as prone to flattery as Astarion is.

Also I should make a post where I will link all chapters - I will do that probably tonight or tomorrow - depending on how quick writing the next part will be.

You know the drill by now, you can already continue reading on AO3!

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

(Gif from here!)

Astarion quickly made to take everyone’s drink orders. When Daegin opted to get off his stool and get himself another beer and almost fell off it, Eodin just about caught him and convinced him to take a round of water. So the dwarf complained and made to rest his head on the table.

Before Astarion left for the bar he threw a quick questioning glance at you, with it asking if it would be okay to leave you for a few moments. You nodded slightly and smiled reassuringly at him but in fact you were dreading to be alone with these people even though they were your friends.

When Lira offered to go with him to help carry everything your heart sank even deeper. Closing your eyes for a short moment, you steeled yourself for the words that would definitely be had once Astarion and Lira would be out of earshot. At least they would think that, when you were pretty sure Astarion would use every one of his heightened vampiric and elven senses to not miss a single word.

When you opened your eyes again you saw how Lira practically beamed at Astarion who was much taller than her. She didn’t even reach his shoulders. Lira had always been your closest friend in the group, she was truly a sweetheart – you had wondered how she did make such a formidable thief though since she seemed so honest and soft. You were more than sure Astarion already had a place in her heart, and she would use the moments she had to completely obliterate the vampire with many more questions about him and your relationship. The thought made you smile.

Astarion swiftly and elegantly managed to navigate through the now much bigger crowd to the bar while making sure the much smaller half-elf wasn’t pushed over by anyone in the pretty drunk crowd. You could barely make a step without bumping into people, so he softly touched her shoulder, kept his hand there lightly and motioned her to walk in front of him, so she wouldn’t be elbowed in the face by accident. She was completely oblivious to his show of polite chivalry since she had started bombarding him with questions about himself and Tav.

“Have you been together long? Did you save her like a hero on a white horse and she inevitably fell for you? Wait, you said, she saved you, what happened? Are you staying in Baldur’s Gate? We have to meet again some time, I need to know absolutely everything. You two are such a beautiful couple, Gods, you would have gorgeous babies! Does she make you happy? She seems so happy, I’ve never seen her this happy, you have to take good care of her for me, promise?” Astarion kept softly nudging her to get her to move to the bar while she basically kept walking backwards and blabbering. Since he was also trying to focus on the conversation that no doubt was going on at the table he had just left, he only gave pretty short answers to Lira: “A few months now. Once or twice, no horse needed though, they bite too much for my liking. Much longer story. We are. I’m sure we can. Uhm, thank you.” But the last few things Lira had said and asked made Astarion focus entirely on her. He looked at her expecting face and replied: “She makes me very happy and in a way, I didn’t think I could ever feel. And if I truly make her only a fraction as happy as she’s made me, I can be considered the luckiest man in all of Baldur’s Gate, nay, Faerun. And I’ll promise you I will do anything I can to keep her happy and safe as long as she’ll want me by her side.” The sudden change in tone and sincerity in his words stopped Lira in her rambling. “Wow”, she simply whispered silently and looked at Astarion. Then she suddenly jumped to give him a quick hug. Astarion almost made to step out of reach before her arms went around his waist, but he let it happen. The concept of hugging was still pretty new to him, except with you of course. And since he didn’t quite know how to react correctly in such a situation, he just kind of went to awkwardly pat the adorable half-elf on the back. This was still new, but he was pretty sure that it was nice and warmth filled his chest.

Lira let go off him, seemingly also surprised by her sudden outburst: “Sorry… I’m just so happy for her… and for you too!” She smiled warmly then turned around, since they were finally at the bar. “Soooo – I am certainly invited to the wedding, am I not? Can I be Tav’s Maid of Honor?” Astarion would have probably blushed would that have been possible for him. Did anyone ever make him this flustered in a matter of hours since meeting? Well, you probably, but other than that? He was released from questioning though when the barmaid came over and took their order. As they waited, Astarion decided he definitely liked this one of your friends and decided to be his best polite and interested self and asked Lira to tell him about herself.

You watched the two of them wander off into the crowd. Then you remembered the two rather grim faces in front of you and the one, that was already much too drunk to actually really notice anything.

Eodin had crossed the arms over his chest again, dropping the façade completely: “You have some nerve, Tav.” His tone was bitter. You see Miyena’s lip slightly curve into a smirk. “You disappear for months, leave us with a load of jobs, we can’t finish because we need your goddamn elven ass, since you are the best with sleight of hand and all. Which made us not only miss out on said jobs but also caused us to lose most of our clients, because now we seem to be the most unreliable band of thieves this city has ever seen! And then you reappear with this fucking elven twink and basically let him take you right on the fucking table like a slut!”, Eodin’s voice rises more and more during his rant while Miyena’s malicious smirk grows bigger. At least you can tell who it was who spewed so much venom into his ear. Daegin didn’t seem to react even though Eodin was practically shouting, in fact, you could hear some soft snoring.

You are completely dumbstruck. Had you expected a verbal ass-whooping? Absolutely! Had you expected this? Absolutely not! The feelings of guilt you had for abandoning your friends albeit there hadn’t been anything you could’ve done about this vanished in an instant. His words were pure venom and you could feel rage slowly rear inside you. Being angry about all of this was the one thing but it was the way he said it, especially with the intonation of your and Astarion’s elven heritage and calling you a slut? You were done with the niceties and you started to feel murderous.

You sucked on your teeth and mimicked Eodin’s aggressive stance, looked him straight in the eyes and asked: “Mind telling me, what exactly changed in the past months I wasn’t here? I get being angry and wanting an explanation. What I don’t get is you insulting me and Astarion – who you’ve never met before today, might I add – making a scene here in front of everyone and especially, what specifically makes this about me being an elf?” You saw how Miyena side-eyed him and raised an expectant eyebrow. “And you certainly didn’t think of me as slut, when I jerked you off and you were too drunk to get it up properly! You disgust me!” He winced at the mention of this particularly embarrassing night you had shared, which incidentally had been the last. You were disgusted by the memory. Bile was raising in your throat, making you gag – why did you ever think this guy deserved you at all?

“Well, I thought you weren’t like them – all fleeting attention, mysteries, riddles. I thought I knew you, Tav, I thought you were my friend… and I even thought you were more for some time. I thought you were one of us, so sweet and nice… So… indeed, Tav, what has changed?” You couldn’t believe your ears. Never had your elven heritage made any difference at all, especially since you’d grown up on the city streets and hadn’t had the comfort of a sheltered childhood far off in the woods in some elven enclave. His words hurt. You might’ve never seen him in the way he once wanted you, but he had been a close friend, an understanding friend. This angry and obviously jealous side was not only new but disgusting to you. Your eyes wandered over to Miyena who was still smirking. “Well, for starters”, you said “thinking really ever wasn’t your strong suit. You should leave that to the others. Ah, but seems you already handed that duty over to Miyena here.” You turned to the tiefling and threw her a death glare: “Don’t think I don’t see how you’ve been smirking and side-eyeing Eodin the whole time, you bitch. You always wanted everything for yourself. Go ahead, you can have him, his limp-dick and all loot and coin you get from your jobs, I don’t care.” The tiefling woman looked ready to throw daggers at you. Eodin opened his mouth, now having at least the decency to look the slightest bit guilty, but you lifted your hand before he could speak and continued: “If all it takes for you to turn against me and discriminate me is being away for a few months, then consider everything – our work friendship, our work arrangement – separated. You were always very impressionable, but never would I have thought you were so easy to turn into a hot toxic pile of garbage. Go right on with Miyena, but be careful, she was already eyeing Astarion, because she always wants what others have.” And with that you ended your spiteful little speech.

The man and the tiefling looked at each other for a second, then continued to stare angrily at you. A year back, you ‘d never would have called them out on their bullshit, you had indeed changed. Back then you would have eaten up the shame and would have given in to your strong people-pleasing tendency. But you were done taking the world’s and everyone’s shit and be thankful for mere scraps they threw you, you deserved better than this – something your vampiric soulmate had taught you. “Now, you can fuck off or you can stay and be nice for the night because I don’t want to spoil the evening for Lira and Daegin”, you added when neither of them said anything.

This suddenly seemed to get Miyena and Eodin out of their stupor. Miyena simply hissed at you, when Eodin spat: “Why don’t you fuck off, you and that arrogant elven prick. Who is he really anyway, did you sell yourself off to him as a plaything or mistress or something? You don’t belong…”

A glint of silver and there was a blade at each Miyena’s and Eodin’s throat. Astarion was standing impossibly close behind them both, his arms around each of their shoulders. He’d masterfully had sneaked up behind them. To others, it would have looked simply like a drunken hug from afar – only the two daggers pressing against their necks were distracting from that. “I’d advise you to hold very still or you’ll find out exactly how prickly I can be”, Astarion whispered to them in a voice that was actually rather made for candle light and dark bedrooms, his red eyes were glinting with fury. The tiefling slightly hissed at him but tensed, Eodin just whimpered.

“Now, I really did not appreciate your tone and how you spoke to my partner. But seeing as I was enjoying myself so much tonight, I’m giving you one more chance. You can be nice little puppies now and be polite and graceful for the rest of the evening. And after tonight I never want to see a shred of you again”, he whispered to them hoarsely, his mouth wandering from Eodin’s ear to Miyena’s and back again. The daggers pressed slightly harder against their throats now.

“Or”, Astarion drawled and smiled wickedly “you can fuck off right now, just as my lovely lady here proposed. Choose as you wish but behave or I will splatter you all over the walls.” You swallowed hard, did he have to be this threatening and with that tone in his voice. In a very twisted way, you enjoyed what was happening way too much. Gods, you loved when Astarion became all protective. And something wild and dark in you enjoyed his threatening, predatory demeanor. The softest gasp left your mouth and you squeezed your thighs together – hard. This was not the time to get aroused. Astarion heard though and his eyebrow shot up, his eyes flicking to yours for a split second and his signature smirk found its way back on his lips.

“What will it be now?”, he then whispered to his two captives again “I wouldn’t want to end the night in bloodshed – well, maybe a little.” He grinned baring his fangs and licked over his lips slowly. Eodin turned completely pale and Miyena’s eyes widened.

“Go… let us go”, the man whispered and started to struggle against Astarion’s hold while trying to not get knicked by the knife at his throat.

“Then have it your way”, Astarion sneered and in one swift movement withdrew his daggers, turned them around and pushed them off into the crowd - hard. They stumbled away, bumping into the people around them but quickly made their way away from you.

Astarion rolled his shoulders and sighed dramatically, then looked at you grinning: “Ah, darling, so good to be alone with you again, don’t you think?” His eyes wandered down your body and he licked his lips again. “Nothing like a little drama and knife play to spice up the night, am I right?” His red eyes turned even darker with an impossible hunger shining in them. You gulped, Daegin snored.

#astarion #astarion x tav #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #astarion x reader #astarion x mc #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x oc #astarion x you #fanfic #fanfiction #astarion ancunin #bg3 spoilers #a night of song and laughter #dont you love a protective soulmate? #posted with a glass of whiskey on the side #he even makes death threats sexy #rawr #poro fics

[annathesillyfriend]

Hey there! I hope summer is treating you well 🌞I am currently crying over the fact that I didnt get to see Lizzo at a festival 30 km away from me last week and that I won't see Harry tomorrow in Warsaw, so I decided to distract myself with making this list 😅 I hope that next time I'll be able to tell you that I menaged to get Taylor tickets, so please keep your fingers crossed for me 🥰

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

🌊JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN🌊

it's what you make it and and honey, i'll make it all okay by @seresinhangmanjake

↳ two-shot, part of oh, baby universe which is an amazing dad!jake series and you should totally give it a try

you're safe now and bite me by @seresinsweetie

↳ two-shot, 18+, enemies to friends to lovers, i want a weighted blanket for my birthday this year and by weighted blanket i mean jake seresin on top of me, please and thank you

crossing all the lines by @//seresinsweetie

↳ one-shot, 18+, not it's time for a rooster x hangman x reader threesome and it's as hot as it sounds 🥵

hungman by @ddejavvu

↳ one-shot, 18+, roommate!camboy!jake, do i have to say more? whenever i see Daisy's url on my dash, i drop everything i'm doing and go read, such a talented writer!

a love you don't find everyday by @//beccaanne814

↳ series, this story has kept me on my toes and then surprised me in the best way possible, amazing fic 💕

head on your chest, heart in your hands by @jupitercomet

↳ one-shot, soft!jake has a special place in my heart

same 'ol situation by @topguncortez

↳ one-shot, 18+, roommate!jake and it's so good!!

🌊BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW🌊

how could i forget by @roosterforme

↳ one-shot, I put this particular fic here because it was the first one I read in June but I recommend going through Emily's whole masterlist. I could go on and on about how talented she is 👏I start every single one of my days by reading one of her works. Like literally every day. Thank you for making my morning more bearable 💕

give me your hand and here is my heart by @sometimesanalice

↳ two-shot, 18+, this is a part of a bigger universe that I love with my whole being. please, do yourself a favour and go read it all!

hey, salior by @//sometimesanalice

↳ one-shot, 18+, i am YELLING

warm blood by @notroosterbradshaw

↳ one-shot, another phenomenal fic from another phenomenal author 👏👏 keep slaying!

home and viva la vegas by @honeysimagines

↳ two-shot, i read this like four times in the last month, my love for those fics is out of control

i'll guide you by @bradshawsbitch

↳ one-shot, 18+, i get dizzy and warm all over just by thinkign about this fic 👀

you left your name on my lips by @blurredcolour

↳ one-shot, beautiful fic!

love and loss by @bradshawsbaby

↳ one-shot, what a stunning piece. we all need this kind of support in our lives

if i knew it all then, would i do it again? by @ofstoriesandstardust

↳ one-shot, part of the same mistakes-verse which is a god tier series. this one left me speechless

i was supposed to sweat you out by @theharddeck

↳ one-shot, 18+, friends with benefits, simply delicious 👏👏

i think i love you by @thewulf

↳ one-shot, best friends to lovers, i loved this so very much

where do we go? by @thatlovinfeelin

↳ series, 18+, amazing fic, beautiful story!

salt air, and the rust on your door by @daniellarussoo

↳ one-shot, just a sweet little husband!bradly fic 😌

to love and be loved by @callsigncherub

↳ one-shot, i seriously debated jumping into the sea after reading this one

all consuming by @inklore

↳ one-shot, 18+, Lauren's back at it again with a bloody banger

🌊JAVY 'COYOTE' MACHADO🌊

a little bit of fun and it's not rotten work (not if it's you) by @sushiwriterhere

↳ two-shot, 18+, javy x reader x jake fics, this is just great, i love everything about those stories

the double negative effect by @beyondthesefourwalls

↳ one-shot, there are not enough javy fics out there so i cherish every single one i find, especially ones as good as this one!

training accident by @//foreverrandomwritings

↳ one-shot, another great javy story!

🌊ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD🌊

supernova by @laracrofted

↳ one-shot, 18+, bob x reader x pheonix threesome, a dream come true 😫

the worst date by @lovingperfectionsblog

↳ one-shot, love this one 💕

the wingman by @//roosterforme

↳ one-shot, 18+, okay we all aready know how much i adore Emily's work but i just had to put this one here cause bob needs all the love he can get!!

shut up and dance with me by @beccaanne814

↳ one-shot, man, the things i'd so for him to dance with me

sick day by @writingdumpster

↳ one-shot, bob's a little bit stuborn here but we're gonna let it slip just this once

girl in a coffee shop by @ohgodnotagainn

↳ one-shot, coffee shop!au, bob as a barista!!!! yes yes yes that all i need in life

🌊MICKEY ' FANBOY' GARCIA🌊

opposites attract by @foreverrandomwritings

↳ one-shot, husband!mickey and he's just so 🥺🥺

🌊STEVE HARRINGTON🌊

all the time by @bookshelf-dust

↳ one-shot, friends to lovers and fake dating -> ✨cheff's kiss✨

cardigan by @supernovafics

↳ one-shot, professor!steve x professor!reader, angst with happy ending, great work 👏

car kisses by @iridescentprose

↳ one-shot, there is just something so kissable about steve driving a car. i would, too, risk my life to pour some love on that man

this fic by @spicysix

↳ one-shot, being stuck in an elevator may not be an ideal situation but it's whole other thing when steve harrington is there with you

steve-o by @bettysupremacy

↳ one-shot, i just adore this steve

midnight love by @loveshotzz

↳ one-shot, 18+, fuck boy!steve but we fall for him anyway

this fic by @lovebugism

↳ one-shot, 18+, SO DAMN BLOODY GOOD i can't even

this fic by @forever-rogue

↳ one-shot, broke my heart and put it right back together

bad for ussiness by @upsidedownwithsteve

↳ series, 18+, enemies to lovers is the superior trope and this fic is the perfect example, my favourite steve fic honestly

a good dream by @solarluvs

↳ one-shot, 18+, the fact that this will never happen to me in real life is just criminal

keep trying by @lilacletter

↳ one-shot, 18+, an obligatory baby making fic™, they just hit different

cool about it by @mysticmunson

↳ one-shot, if you feel like getting your heart broken, that's a fic for you :')

this love by @forevermoreharrington

↳ one-shot, 18+, a masterpiece really

🌊EDDIE MUNSON🌊

brain like a sieve by @munsster

↳ one-shot, AHHHHHHHHHH is all i have to say on this 😅

sunscreen and chlorine and blue raspberry syrup by @eiightysixbaby

↳ two-shot, 18+, lifeguard!eddie, perfect summer read, just like ice cream on a hot day 🙌

something like this by @taintedcigs

↳ one-shot, a good old truth or dare fic, just what we all love

love me tender by @oneforthemunny

↳ one-shot, 18+, janitor!eddie x teacher!reader, what a stunning piece of work that is 🥺

hot rod by @shamevillain

↳ one-shot, 18+, you will need a shower after reading this 🥵

🌊RHETT ABBOTT🌊

right where i want you by @//sushiwriterhere

↳ one-shot, 18+, sort of enemies to lovers, i am so normal about this 🙂

hell on heels (part 2) by @strawhbrrries

↳ two-shot, 18+, that bloody cowboy will send us all straight to hell

wildflower, widefire by @sebsxphia

↳ series, 18+, the perfect balance between sweet and sexy 😌😌

the ferris wheel by @lewmagoo

↳ one-shot, i just wanna share funnel cake with rhett abbott, is that too much to ask???

invisible string by @wkndwlff

↳ one-shot, 18+, BEAUTIFUL 😭😭

#anna's fic recs #fic recs #june 2023 fic recs #top gun fic recs #jake seresin x reader #bradley bradshaw x reaer #stranger things fic recs #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader

[whirlwindimagines]

Hello! You're seriously one of the best writers for Trigun I've read! I'm super excited for future works!!! Would you be willing to write some angst? How about something like Knives continously pushing the reader away until the reader does truly disappear. You can decide how they disappear! But something introspective with Knives would be nice!

Anything for my number one fan 💙❄️💙❄️💙 CLOWN 🤡 I can’t believe you want to be down bad for Knives!!!!! Ignoring the fact I am too 🤡 I also can’t believe you read all my works get outta here 😭😭😭 song title is from Labour 😘 Also enjoy, I wasn’t sure where to go with this so open-ended it is! 

‘If our love died, would that be the worst thing?’

Millions Knives x Reader

You need to be the bigger person and let it go, you think to yourself as you know you're not going to let it go. Fighting with Knives wasn’t anything new, honestly, it’s been increasing lately. It’s more oh how the arguments went, he was dismissive at best and a childish asshole at worst and you were sick of it.

Not being able to sleep was also making these worse, you don’t even remember the last time you for a full night's rest. Knives coming in at any and all odd hours to wake up to work to continue with his plans. You knew it was important to him, it should be important to you too, but not at 3 am. You wish you go back to the early days when you were blinded by your love and commitment to knives.

You might have been a naive fool back then, but you were happy at least. And now you were starting to have doubts the closer and closer Knives got to his goals you were wavering and you don’t know what to do if Knives figured you out.

Being afraid of Knives was new to, fuck you didn’t know what to do. You were torn, because as fucked up as it all was you still loved him. How pathetic, your door opens with a slam and it startles you more than it should. Sitting up your eyes meet Knives pale blue ones, his eyes always seemed to glow in the dark.

“Come here.” His tone doesn’t leave room for arguments, but you feel like pushing it, him this thing you have. “I need to sleep, just because you don’t doesn’t mean I’ll magically be capable without it” you lay back down with a huff, heart racing as his footsteps approaches the side of the bed. 

He reaches for you grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you up, and it brings you to tears at how gentle his grip is even though his eyes are furious. “I wasn’t asking, I am not impressed by your latest tantrums.” 

You scoff you try to pull your arm back, but he tightens his grip, it’s not painful but you don’t know what will happen if you keep pushing. You know Knives was prone to violence, but he has never struck you. He probably wanted to, but Knives was complicated some days he couldn’t stand touching you the human you. And then some days he couldn’t leave you alone demanding your attention.

“My tantrums?” You hiss, you step into his face getting chest to chest with him, “if anyone been throwing a tantrum lately it’s you, I don’t want to fight with you Knives I’m tired. Why don’t you stay?” The more you talk the more the fight drains out of you. 

He drops your wrist, “if you won’t be of use then I have no reason for you.” He says it coldly and it hurts more than it should, “fine.” You reply, stepping back and sitting on the bed. “Goodnight, Knives.” He doesn’t reply as he turns and leaves, leaving you to yourself. 

Getting back under the covers, you force yourself not to cry. You’d deal with this in the morning, forcing yourself to sleep.

Morning comes quickly, you lay there for a while pondering what you should do next. You have no desire in talking to Knives, so you figure you’ll just work the day away. Knives will find you when he wants you, frowning at the thought. What were you a loyal dog waiting for their master's return?  

With that thought you force yourself from the bed and out of the room, leaving your mind perfectly blank as you continue throughout the day. Every once in a while, the memory of last night will play in your mind but you push it aside. You don’t see knives today, or the next, or even the next. 

He must be ignoring you, hating to admit you missed him. Fine if he didn’t want to talk to you, then you would seek him out instead. Marching through the halls with a purpose, you know exactly where he’ll be, already hearing the keys of a piano. He is still playing when you enter the large room, moving forward to stand beside him. 

Waiting for him to finish you speak, “I’ve always loved listening to you play, it’s been a while huh?” He doesn’t reply, and you frown reaching out a hand towards him you call out his name, and he turns quickly gripping your wrist.

“Why are you here.” So that’s how he wants to be, you sigh, “I just wanted to check up on you, we haven’t spoken– “ 

His grip tightens, and your breath hitches as he does his grip near painful, he stands narrowing his eyes at you, “whatever pathetic human emotions you are trying to convey don’t. You have become nothing but an obstacle to my endeavors.” 

You can only stare wide eyes, there is something different this time about the way he speaks to you, and your blood runs hot with anger. So, after everything, this is what Knives has come to? “Seriously? An obstacle? Is that all I am to you? After everything! All I’ve done for you it just means nothing.” 

Knives shoves you back harshly, and you stumble falling back and catching yourself on your elbows, he looks down at you as he speaks, “You are nothing to me, a means to an end.” You hate that the tears come, you hate that he’s breaking your heart and he doesn’t even care. Quickly getting to your feet the argument catches in your throat.

Fine 

You were done, this was the breaking point you needed out if that meant by his hand or yours. They would never let you escape, no not with you knew you needed to be clever, the weak and pathetic human Knives thought you were. Those who deserted the cause were met with death, you knew that yet you were not afraid.

“I’m sorry that you feel that way, I won’t bother you again.” You can’t meet his gaze; Knives doesn’t say anything just scoffs turning his back to you. As if on autopilot you reach out a hand to him, but bring it back grasping your shirt over your heart instead. 

You leave and do not look back. 

Time is not something that Knives bothers keeping track of, day and night does not matter to him. And yet he knows the passing of time has been slow without you by his side. You’ll come crawling back, it was in your human nature to not leave well enough alone.

Knives presses the keys of the piano, not playing a tune but little melodies. His mind keeps drifting to you, he knew you liked to watch him play, in a moment of weakness he had asked if you wanted to to learn how to play.

And he hates the way your eyes lit up at his words, he hated more how you made him feel in that moment, but what he hated the most is the feeling of missing you. You who was just a human, nothing but a spark in his life that would sizzle out to nothing, and he would continue on as if nothing happened. 

Slamming his hands on the piano keys he stands; he turns heading towards your room. He doesn’t need you, he doesn’t. Knives just wants to… well he doesn’t know what he wants and that frustrates him to no end. 

Opening the door with our knocking, his pale eyes dart around the room you’re not here. Walking toward the bed he placed a hand on the sheets, they are cold you haven’t been here for a while. How strange considering your constant complaints about needing sleep. 

He leaves to continue his search but isn’t able to find a trace of you. He’s not concerned, he isn’t. But he’s searched the whole damn place and nothing like you’ve ever even existed. And for some reason that scares him, more than he wants to admit. 

Then he hears the rumors, you fled in the night and didn’t look back. How you probably didn’t get far, no deserter does. The first emotion was anger, at you for leaving, for betraying him. It was the emotion he held on to the longest, then he needed to act. You haven’t been found yet, and when you were he didn’t want you killed. No, he needed you back here so he could deal with you himself.

That’s what he kept telling himself at least, the more nothing came of the search the more desperate he felt for you, now you really have turned into a distraction. He can’t afford to spend his time looking for you, he knows he has more important things to be doing. 

Knives forces himself to focus on his goals, pushing you to the back of his mind and this works for a while. But when he’s alone, or can’t seem to concentrate his mind always drifts to you and he hates you for it because after everything deep down he knows he feels something for you. 

This is bad and he knows it, he has to let it go so he will for now.

a/n: @hermitagecats Love you! <3

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[sensei-venus]

Could I ask for a little something with Hawk and his chubby gf wanting to go to the beach but she feels insecure because she wants to wear a bikini but feels like she can't

I'm feeling really down lately

- gemini sensei

(Unedited) (Support The Writer🌺) ( @gemini-sensei 😘) (Body Insecurity,Fluff)

“What about this one? I think you would look so hot in this babe~” Hawk says as he holds up a new bikini set. Reader looks over in his direction and raises a brow. She looks at the swimming pieces before shrugging and looking back at the rack in front of her. Hawk groaned as he tossed the biking back into the pile he made.

They had been at the mall for hours now trying to find a new swimsuit for Reader. The whole dojo was going on a big trip to the beach to hang out. Two whole days of just hanging out on the beach playing games and swimming. It was going to be great and Hawk knew it.

At the moment it wasn't that fun.

Hawk promised Reader that he would take her out to buy her a new bathing suit. He thought it would be fun to take his girlfriend on a mall date and help her pick out a new one. With the summer season rolling in hard most of the clothing shops were already getting in new swimming stuff. After walking around the mall together for a while, kissing and hugging, they found the perfect shop.

It was trendy and cute looking from the outside and there where already a huge rack full of swimsuits out. Walking in they went to work looking for the perfect one for Reader.

But now they had been in that shop for a good hour and Reader still wasn't any closer to finding a new one. She went through every rack, pushing and pulling through the hangers. Her lips shut tight as her eyes scanned every piece. None of them made her feel any better. She talked to Hawk on the way to the mall about wanting to try out a bikini. Something she had never really wear before.

With every new bikini her eyes meet, she grew more and more off put.

Maybe wearing a bikini wasn't such a good idea.

She sighed and moved away from the ravk she was just going though. She couldn't help but let a small pout form on her lips. Hawk was quick to notice the change her her mood. He walked over to her, wrapping a arm around her plump waist. He kissed her cheek before saying “Hey, what's wrong? I thought our date was going pretty good. There are like a shot ton of bikinis to go tough here. We can definitely find the perfect one.”

Reader huffed a little and tried her best to put on a smile.

“What? Am I missing something?”

“I don't know if I should be wearing a bikini...”

He cocked his head at her statement.

“What are you talking about? If you want to wear one then you can wear one.”

“I just don't think I'm going to look good in it…because you know, I’m bigger.”

Hawk almost laughed but only snorted at her. He pulled her in closer to him, his hands finding her ass and giving it a light squeeze. Reader wanted to push him for being a asshole. Or for at least acting like one in that moment. She rolled her eyes at him.

“Reader I think you look hot now, and you being in a bikini is just going to make you even hotter, in my opinion of course. When we go to the beach this week I’m going to have to beat guys off of you with a stick. Listen just because your a little more thick then some other girls doesn’t mean anything. You can still wear a bikini and pull it off like anyone else.” He tried his best to sound soft while he spoke to her.

He kissed at the back of her ear for a moment before pulling away.

Reader could feel herself growing a bit hot. Hawk always made a lot of explicit comments and complained her a lot. It never failed to get her blood pumping in her chest and make her cheeks grow warm.

“You promise your saying that from the heart and not just trying to make me feel better so you can see me walking around in some skimpy bikini on the beach?” Reader breaks from her shyness for a moment. She wiggles her brows at the mohawk haired boy. His own cheeks go red for a split moment, clearly caught with his dirty thoughts.

He rolls his eyes at her as his own blush starts to slowly fade. He coughs into his own hand and says almost mumbled “I mean it’s a plus to see my cute chubby girlfriend in a tiny little bikini on a beach all day. It also kinda help when I get to beat people up for looking at her. Because she’s mine and I’m the only one that gets to ogle her like that~” he snickers.

Reader lets a smile spread over her lips as she looks up at him. She gives him a small peak on the lips.

Hawk slowly detached himself from her and looked though the rack of bikinis. The sound of plastic clicking together filled the air. He finally stopped on a pretty little bikini set. The color matching his girlfriends skin perfectly to a T. He pulled it off the rack and held it up to her with a smirk.

“How about this one?”

Reader tilted her head as she looked at it for a minute. It was a cute little piece and it was in her size. The price wasn’t bad either.

“You could show it off to me when we get home~” he shook it around in his hand. A grin on his face. Reader laughed a little at his enthusiasm. She grabbed the clothing from his hands and held it to her chest. She gave her own little grin.

“I think that could be arranged~”

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[autumnoficarus]

i'm devastated but like in a good way, and I have a lot of lokius thoughts I need to jot down before i pull a timely and become spaghetti

spoilers for season 2's finale below !!

so in this house, lokius is alive and thriving - because listen:

Firstly, i've seen a lot of people upset with the finale and while that's super valid, here's some positive thoughts on why I kinda sorta dig what was given to us.

the recap never included that one ship while catching up on the main plot points of everything that has happened since the show's beginning. I think that should be pointed out idk.

from a fic writer standpoint the fact that Loki spent CENTURIES??? (+however long fighting sylvie and having repeating conversations with HWR) Like literally a huge chunk of time we don't see trying to fix things has so much potential. I'm giddy abt that ngl

That when Loki needed advice most, he time-slipped to Mobius to ask him his opinion. Not only that, he time-slipped to when they don't know each other yet, because he wants a Mobius who is unbiased. He's aware that were he to go to a place in the timeline where they're now close, Mobius would try and talk him out of abandoning all hope.

He knows, much like with Mobius' story, he's been hesitating to look past himself - to see the bigger picture, instead of what he wants. That hesitation has led to years and years of consequences, Loki failing each and every time, similar to how the officer of Mobius' story delaying the prune of a variant led to an eruption of consequences that resulted in the harm of their comrades too.

What Loki wants is save his friends, ultimately. At first, he wants to save his friends and be able to experience life amongst the timeline branches with them. He tells Sylvie he doesn't know where he would belong without them. What Loki realizes in the end is that to give them the choice he believes they deserve, he has to make a choice of his own. In the end, he finds belonging (at least for now, because I refuse to believe this is the end of TVA Loki's storyline) in putting those he loves before himself and what he wants, something Loki has done only a handful of times throughout the entire Marvel series. He needs that growth character-wise because, as we know, he will be involved in the next big phase.

I think that Loki time-slipping to ask Mobius for advice parallels last episode's 'it's about WHO' again. Who has given him the chance to be a better version of himself the entire show? Who helped him overcome his deep distrust in others, learning to care for them instead - so much so that he sacrificed himself to protect them? And again, Mobius is who Loki went to when he was lost and his words are what guided Loki to the decision he made.

A Sylvie and Mobius scene where Sylvie is seen caring for Mobius in the aftermath??? Mobius wasn't offering comfort to Sylvie, he was depicted as more distraught than she was. In fact, I'd say they really wanted to get across how 'alone' he felt with Loki's absence, standing watching a life he never knew from afar.

(there's a whole unpacking i want to do here about how we previously saw Loki looking longingly across the street watching Don's life too, before whisking Don away from his mundane family life for a greater purpose; something about Mobius looking at that life and recognizing there's a missing piece to it, and it's back in a place he no longer feels he fits because the TVA is missing something too; something about Loki 'supposedly' finding where he belongs, but not Mobius. those are thoughts for another post though lmaoooo)

I think they left Mobius' arc open-ended because he still hasn't achieved that greater purpose. That's (hopefully) because it's meant to be fleshed out in either a later season or next movies to come. And (hopefully x2), that purpose becomes Mobius helping to somehow save Loki from his current fate.

The final moments?? Hello??? Mobius' voice echoing as we pan in on Loki holding the branches together, teary-eyed with a soft, melancholic smile??? Seeming to be listening in on Mobius amongst the branches??? Mobius' 'let time pass' because he doesn't know how to move on from losing Loki?? Come onnnn, the tragic angst in just those shots were CHEF KISS

Overall, I know it's a let down not to have an actual canon status but I mean - were we really expecting the mouse to come through for us??? At least, we didn't get a 'no homo' moment so I count that as a win against rickey the rat. Lokius survived the finale, and that's what really mattered for me tbh.

Like idk, I could also be biased because I kinda, really dig tragedy and slow burn angst. And that's what this finale gave us, along with so many possibilities !! Them being separated leaves so much that can happen !! Like, like - Mobius has the opportunity to have an arc about saving his bae from holding time together indefinitely - from Loki's greatest fear, being left alone. Mobius getting into marvel shenanigans in an attempt to reunite with Loki somehow is beautifully romantic to me ya'll idk. I am delusional and I fully embrace that fact.

Okay honestly this isn't even ALL MY THOUGGHTS I HAVE MORE but this is getting long so I'm stopping here (currently: sending morse code signals out to help pull me back from the brink of insanity)

#loki spoilers #loki season 2 #lokius #i might have went overboard with this im ngl #i'm just doing backflips about my blorbos and i can't stop ok #save me from myself i am foaming at the mouth i am rabid racoon that needs to be tased #i will not release my grubby little fingers from these two fictional goofballs you can't make me!!!! #txt: icarus has a bout of madness #marvel

[are-you-still-writing-that]

Hello! Please make an alphabet for Shiba Taiju.(Sorry if there are mistakes English is not my native language)

It´s finally here!! This really took quite a bit to figure out. I hope you´re happy with it though...

PS: There are 5 (five) more that I need to work on, so it may take some time still to finish the rest... I may be a bit of slow writer...

Yandere Alphabet: Shiba Taiju

Shiba Taiju

He already has a favour for violence, that won´t stop even when it concerns his closest family. It hurts me to say, well frankly it doesn´t, but he is truly the last person you would want to be obsessed with you. Let me tell you in good favour right now, your life won´t last like this. He doesn´t have a gentle bone in that body of his. Good Luck, my dear! You´re gonna need it...

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Kisses that somehow always taste like blood have become the norm with him. The bruises in the shape of his fingers seem almost permanent, with how often and how dark they appear on your skin. He is relentless and brutal, and you never know if the two of you are fighting or if he is trying to be affectionate. He showers you in gifts, not necessarily what you want, but rather things, he thinks would look good on you. Though, on the other hand, he has moments, where he simply gets something that you watched for too long for you, using this gift like a reward for exceptional behaviour

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He gets very messy. Already not afraid to gets his hand dirty, he doesn´t even try to hide it from you. He would kill someone, beat them brutally to death, right in front of you, and then expect you to act like nothing happened. The violence doesn´t bother him, he might even thrive in it. The same thing he wants from you, if you aren´t happy with the violence, you should at least act like it doesn´t bother you, otherwise he might get irritated. He would wade through blood for you, though this might be more align with his own preferences.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

It´s not that Taiju would mock his darling when he has them in his grasp, but that doesn´t mean that he won´t be cruel either. When he is cruel, he won´t simply mock them, he will hurt them, break them slowly down with harsh and painful actions. He will slowly kill his darling in the worst way possible, with a cruelty that is unparalleled. He will slowly reduce his darling to a husk of their former self. The most cruel thing is, that he will do it with glee.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Everything he does to his darling is in some way, shape or form against his darling´s will. They can never quite consent to the things he does to them, and he doesn´t care for it either. He doesn´t care about them like that. He simply wants them to be a certain way, and wants to do certain things with his darling. What they want in return though, is of no interest of him.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He stays rather closed off to his darling in the beginning. While he talks about, or rather scolds and shouts at them, how he wants them to be, he doesn´t talk a lot about himself. It´s only later, that he starts to talk to you, though he expects you to be quiet through it all. He uses his darling somewhat like a sounding board or rather a favourite stuffed animal, where he just can talk all his problems at, but won´t get any reply or judgement back. Only, if you have been a long time with him, he will start to open up.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would see every resistance of his darling, as if it was a childish tantrum. Something that needs to be corrected immediately before it will grow into a bigger problem than it is. He merciless in curbstomping every last bad habit of yours. If you fight back, you will learn quickly, that the only result will be pain. He will force you into a state of complacency, even if you would never want to get along with anything he says. There is no way out of this.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

While he finds it hilarious in the beginning, and takes some amusement away from it to watch you struggle to get away from him, the whole scheme gets old for him rather quickly. He begins it to see it as an unnecessary rebellion, especially when he isn´t in the mood for it. Though, when he misses it again, he expects you to play the game with him again. After all, he is still very fond of it all in the end.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Every experience with Taiju is an excruciating moment for his darling. Especially because he simply doesn´t care about the well being of his darling, but simply what he can turn them into with enough time given. To make it short he is horrible to have around. He is cruel and uncaring and so every moment with him quickly becomes hell on earth. One that you will never be able to escape from, no matter what you do, while your jailer, the demon watching over you can only laugh in glee.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

When Taiju imagines his future with his darling, it´s a picture perfect family. Two children, a boy and a girl, running around a perfect home, that his darling will take care of, while he provides for his family. Let´s just say, that he imagines something, that is nothing but a fake pipe dream, that could never exist with the circumstances that he puts his darling in, though if the light slowly leaves your eyes and they grow dull and uninterested in everything happening, maybe his dream isn´t that far away any more.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

There isn´t much of a chance for him to get jealous, as he keeps his darling rather isolated or keeps them only around people he trusts to keep their hands to themself. So in a way, he definitely has found a way to deal with his jealously. Though, his darling doesn´t has much of a chance to make him jealous, not that they would want to do it in the first place, because Taiju would definitely not only direct his rage at the other person, but at his darling too.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Out in public, he tends to be quiet tense. He tries to be more controlled, when he is around other people together with his darling. So, if he is actually alone with his darling and out of the public eye, he is a bit more relaxed. He looses his grip on his emotions quite a bit. So he also becomes quicker to anger, but also softer, than he usually would be. It certainly has it´s advantages and disadvantages for his darling.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

It happens suddenly, that this giant is towering over you. Loud and boisterous he barrels into your life and right over whatever protest you might offer in return. He gifts you expensive things, that might look pretty at first glance but hold ultimately no actual worth to you. A feeling, that you might never be able to shake off is that he acts rather shallow. It becomes awfully quickly very clear to you, that he doesn´t know you at all.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

The promise for terrifying violence, always seems to thrum right under his skin. Very obvious for everyone to see. It is in the way he moves. The way he talks. The very manner, in which he holds himself. This violence becomes even more clear, when you get too close to him. Especially, because most of the time, he doesn´t even attempt to hide it, in any way, shape or form. Even when he tries, it´s still there. Lurking. And everyone knows.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

It hurts, when he gets angry. He stretches to his full height, and even though you can see his hand coming, it doesn´t soften the blow. Or the ones that come afterwards. He won´t stop, no matter how much you beg and scream. Maybe, he will slow down if you stop moving, but it won´t be certain. He will only truly come to halt, when his anger has run it´s course. Breaks and bruises will heal with time, if only you had enough time to heal the old wounds, before there were new ones again.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

His darling doesn´t have any rights. He wants to make all the decisions, and he will. His darling is always supposed to do, what he wants, when he wants. It doesn´t matter to him, what his darling wants to do, or what their opinion of things is. He simply doesn´t care. And so he looms over you like a shadow, that you can never escape no matter what you do. He is always there, blocking every last way.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

His patience is thin, even on the best days, and while he might try with you, it doesn´t mean that he won´t loose it at every inconvenience. He expects many things of you, and whenever you go against this perfect picture, that he has build up of you in his head, he gets irritable. He is snappy and unpredictable most of the time. He allows rarely imperfections in his life, but with you he doesn´t even want to see the hint of one.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If his darling would escape from him, he would chase after them till he has them in his grasp again. And if you thought living with him before was hell on earth, he will show you, that this was him still being nice. The only way, that his darling could escape from him, would be if they die. Only then, he will be able to move on, at least from them specifically. There just needs to be one infatuation again, before he inflicts the horror of his love on another poor soul.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He doesn´t feel guilty about what he does at all. Sometimes, he wakes up in cold sweat, your crying following him from his dreams, before he shakes it all off again. He doesn´t even think, that he should feel guilty for anything that he did. After all, he is simply helping you. Doing things, that will only help you in the future. At least, that is what he thinks he is doing. In that regard, he is rather delusional, isn´t he?

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

There was nothing in his childhood, that could really explain why he is now the way it is. Sometimes, he wonders himself where his need for violence comes from, where he has learned that it is an acceptable answer to all the problems in life. He doesn´t know himself where his obsession comes from either. Is he missing the mother he lost early? Is he trying to replace her, or at least the perfect imagination of her, with you? He doesn´t know. He can´t tell you. But he doesn´t care either. In the end he would do it all the same again.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Again, he simply sees it, as you throwing a childish tantrum. Either it will solve itself quickly or he will solve it himself. And if you make him end your „tantrum“ it won´t be pretty and instead it will be quite bloody. He isn´t afraid to become violent, and he won´t care how many bruises and marks he will leave behind, when he intervenes. Again any form of defiance against him, won´t end very pretty.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

His potential for violence is so much higher, than what is usual. It also doesn´t matter to him, who gets targeted in this violence. It doesn´t matter to him, if he hurts you or another person. Also the fact, that he isn´t directly obsessed with you, but rather with a version of yourself that doesn´t exist. Not you are put on a pedestal in his mind, but rather a caricature, of what he wants out of a partner.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

If you´re desperate and strong-willed enough to play the long game you might find a way to trick him, to lower his guard so much, that you can find your escape. Though, if you fail, and he catches up to you, prepare for hell on earth. The things you can do are limited, and basically boil down to playing into he delusions about you for as long as you can. Perfecting the act of the person he sees in you, even if you aren´t it. Staying resolute is your only hope.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes. The character of Taiju and the arc centering around him are about abuse. He defines it as his love, and with that explanation set like stone in his mind he acts. He hurts his darling badly, and while his explanation might not be malicious, his actions, who are the only thing to be judged here, as he still acts with the intention to hurt, definitely fall under malicious. Every action he takes only expresses further, how much he doesn´t care about your well being. He doesn´t care about not hurting you, and so he doesn´t pull any of his punches.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He doesn´t worship his darling directly, it´s more that he worships the version of his darling, that he build up in his imagination. When he saw his darling for the first time, he didn´t know them at all, and so he imagined how they would be. This is obviously not the reality he would later meet, which strengthens his resolve, to force his darling to become what he wanted in the first place. It´s the reason behind his ruthlessness towards you, and it will not stop, till he has reached his goal.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He never really pines for long for his darling, it´s more that he gets infatuated quickly, and expects almost immediately that his darling only focuses on him. Even the show of the slightest affection towards someone else, will bring him close to rage. So it doesn´t take long, till he snaps completely and just violently takes over what he wants. He can pretend to be patient with you in the beginning, but it will never be more than a lie, as he snaps so quickly in the end.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He would break you without hesitance, if it would mean that you would become more docile, than you were before. But even without him actively trying to break you apart, so that he can put you back together again into an imagine of his creation, he will wear you down. The constant violence, that he surrounds you with will wear you down. The constant expectations, that he heaps onto you will slowly corrode everything, that had ever been you before. It will continue like this, till only the shell of who you once were, is left in the end. An empty husk, on which he can project anything he wants.

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[yoonyia]

my friends referred to me as dark academia but a person and I don't know how to feel about it.

Anyways here's my thoughts on enders shadow so far and by that I mean basically nothing about the book and more about how Orson Scott Card can be what he is and still write stories of such compassion.

Orson Scott Card, for being the horrible person he is, is remarkably good at looking at a story from a different perspective, from a different lense and voice, to completely recontextualize a scene in a way that I really can't see a lot of other authors doing.

It really perplexes me that a person of this type of nature can be so judgemental and stubborn in their beliefs.

Now im no psychology major, nor have a lived long enough to consider my experience a proper case study but from what I saw from the people I met people of this nature are

1. incredibly rare, especially when it comes to subtlety and going against their own beliefs (or even just critiquing a slight part of their own beliefs)

2. incredibly kind and understanding, usually a bit aloof due to their way of always looking at an idea from the eyes of a million people. You can't really make a joke with them because they will take it as fact or see the sourness behind it, and they might be too understanding of horrible deeds and people, but at the end of the day they're kind.

Now of course exceptions to these kinda 'rules' always exists, if humans were black and white we wouldn't need to entire fields of study about it. But I find it so intriguing that osc wrote Ender as the exact person I mentioned before while seemingly not being like ender at all.

But the way he talks about his work and how he write about his loves makes me ponder at his nature for hours on end. When you read his introductions and how he came to write what he wrote he really seems to be absorbed by it. He said it gave him jealousy to not have him be the person writing enders shadow and the way he talks about his own work and ender really just seems like he's talking about himself, a constant reflection that's common among people of this nature.

Now im not saying he should be forgiven for his actions or that he didn't mean any of the horrible things he said, he meant every single word of it I'm sure. But I do also believe that he is a person of deep kindness, somewhere behind that twisted outlook of life I believe he thinks of himself as just and believes his words to be of compassion.

Or I'm assuming incorrectly, like I said I'm not qualified to psycho-analyze a person I've never met. He might have put nothing of his aiua into his writing, it might have been idea given to him by random chemical patterns in his body and he has no emotional connection to it beyond that. Who knows.

the answer is no one, or at least definitely not the writer himself.

And now that I look at what I wrote it really isn't that big of an assumption, of course he believes himself as being kind everyone tries to do that about something in their life (unless you're like me and assume everything you do is out of malice and if so I am so sorry) no the bigger mystery is how a person who can look at things from such distinct perspectives come to that conclusion.

I often wonder if the price to be a good artist is to be insane. Or inherently broken in some core human way, a giant contradiction.

I would pay the price to be a good artist, perhaps I maybe already have just without seeing the results of work. But it does make me afraid that I find myself so similar to a person like OSC, or similar to people who drove themselves mad or people who were killed or judged or punished for their ideas.

Maybe I only try and see the justification of the writers actions through his own mind because in some part of my heart I love the work to much to even mildly dislike the author. Because this world that was made inside this persons head is so beautiful it took away a piece of me and I feel unclean knowing that it was taken by someone who said some absolutely horrible, foul things.

Maybe I feel guilty of enjoying a story made by such a person

and maybe the person feels as guilty by writing it

#enders game #enders shadow

[voxiiferous]

Appeal to the Audience

@thenextchapterbegins

The night of Gier Guld’s broadcast sees Vox pacing back and forth in his penthouse, Hellaina sitting at the bar counter between his living room and the kitchen, Dia making dinner for the two of them. He is, almost literally, vibrating, but instead the nervous electricity radiates, Dia’s hair frizzing.

He’s muttering obscenities, and Hellaina is following his path across the room with a half-turned up expression, even as her eyes belie worry. “What are you going to do?”

“I have to speak out.”

His suit is pressed, smile absolutely radiant as he stands in front of the cameras, the man behind it giving a silent countdown until they go live, and then every screen in Hell flickers on. “Hello Pentagram City, I’m sure at least most of you saw Gier Guld’s yesterday. His promises of reform, his condemnation of the current system— and I will not pretend that he doesn’t have merit. There are many deep set issues here, ones that emerged before I was here, and that I should have done more to try and fix. He calls me your leader,”

He holds out his hands, as if in a welcoming motion. “But that’s not true. The royal family has abandoned us here, washed their hands of the sinners. When the food shortages began, I was the one who bartered with the other rings for more imports to stop breadlines forming, or starvation that caused more conflict. When gang wars break out and break the power grids, it’s my engineers that repair it in a timely manner so you have power. I am not your leader, but I have done by best to provide for you, for us. Vogitek is working to implement the metro lines we've been planning for months now, because I, like you, cannot stand the traffic."

It’s probably a bit gauche to directly address Gier’s points, but then again, needs must. “He outright says that life under him would be cruel— and yes, this is Hell, but if we have been given free reign, should be not strive to make our after lives something better than wondering if we’ll walk out to the Exterminators each year, when the alternative is what he presents?”

“Pentagram City is overpopulated, and as the Blue Light District climbs higher and higher in order to provide houses to the ever increasing population, he promises parks and green spaces. Where are the arts? The things that make life worth living? Where in his process is there music or performances? Singers, painters, actors, writers, where will you be left under this new system?"

He looks at the camera, letting his eyes burn for a second or two, not long enough for the silence to reign, just long enough that everyone is waiting. "Overlords who are hearing me speak, I know some of you don't like me, I think it's impossible to live here and not see the results of mine and Alastor's ongoing feud, but I am asking you to consider what this means for you-- Gier Guld promises a life outside my tyranny, but do you think that will be kind to you? That you will be able to hold onto, or take more power if I am out of the way? I ask that we put aside our differences, none of it matters when we stand to lose everything."

"He promises growth, he promises the ability to rise above your station, but when has that ever been true? You'll work, and you'll bleed, and you'll give it all up for what? To be a slightly bigger cog in his machine? Do you take the promises of what seem too good to be true, or will you work to reform the devil you know into something better? The choice is yours Pentagram City."

#down with Vox part 2 #*filming schedule (rp) #thenextchapterbegins

[aggressive-positivity-network]

I feel like people focus way too much on perfection in media. Not just movies, but also, like, YouTube videos, animations, art and written works…especially from content creators.

Like, think about Game Theory. He ends every single video with, “But that’s just a theory.” Not a working timeline. Not a full-fledged narrative. A theory. In other words, you take what you can find and run with it. If it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, but it sure is fun to think about! And isn’t that the whole point of online entertainment? Same argument with things like CinemaSins. They aren’t SUPPOSED to be super logical. They’re supposed to be entertaining. They’re supposed to hit the ground running with humor, no matter what form that takes. And those are the more supported ones…what about those that are just starting out?

And animators! God, animators get a lot of flack. People pause frames and laugh about how funny the resulting image is, then say it’s a result of poor animation. Fans complain about how long videos take and what videos are about. If you’re going to spend at least a month making something, don’t you think you want it to be something YOU want to talk about? Imagine making a 1000 slide PowerPoint about cement, or paint drying! That would suck, wouldn’t it? Now times that by a thousand, and you’re on a schedule. Not fun, huh?

And my homies, my writers, my fanfic gang. People think that because it doesn’t have a timelapse, that the headcanons and one-shots you read are slapped out and sent to the masses. Have you ever stared at the same paragraph for fifteen minutes trying to remember a different word for “walk this way” or “said quietly” or “went from here to here specifically, with an angry look on their face”? All while your inbox is filling up with requests like “Blorbo x Blorbo ❤️” and “This but with this Blorbo specifically” and “Part 2???🥺” and “When next part??????????”

And for FREE, goddamnit! Some of the bigger creators might have backing, but a lot of them don’t. If you can eat a meal someone made for you even if it isn’t very good, or compliment someone’s art because you believe that their confidence should be built, then you can maybe think twice before you send a snarky comment on an AO3 fic or make a cringe compilation of V-Tubers.

Is it funny to pick things apart? Yes. Is there humor in taking things a bit too seriously? Absolutely. But does that mean you need to take out your holier than thou consumer magnifying glass and stroke your chin while you scrutinize every part of every new media you or others consume? No.

Because, sooner or later, you are going to realize that after your arrogant tirade, there is nothing left to enjoy. “Why aren’t there any good _____ anymore???” Because you burnt every opportunity to branch out in your tastes and then salted the earth so that nothing could grow again, dumbass. And anyone that would have made content for you has been bullied off the face of the planet.

You can be conscientious of your time and energy, but don’t scoff at the progression of entertainment.

(Let me watch my animated mukbang in peace.)

#humor #funny post #funny content #just for laughs #funny #send asks #ask blog #dank humor #send anons

[villainelle]

☕️ any hot d hot takes?

i'm guessing this is meant to be hotd, as in house of the dragon? this might get long btw!

not really a big fan of the trying to equalise both sides thing. i should clarify quickly that what i mean by that is i'm just not gonna buy into the idea that both sides are equally at fault for the war here. beyond that, i actually like making the characters sympathetic in their own ways regardless of which "side" they're on, but i think the writers themselves can't agree on what they're trying to do with them.

by which i mean: you get the writers saying they want the characters to be morally grey, and well-rounded etc, but instead they've flattened some characters imo into either caricatures or just made them pretty one-sided instead of two-dimensional (notably, i would argue aegon to some extent for the first, and daemon, otto, and even corlys for the second)

not really a fan of how the show has somehow managed to make virtually every single female character (rhaenyra, alicent, and rhaenys) lack any ambition and that any drive is instead put on them by the men in their lives (otto, daemon, corlys)

i'm very tired of got adding rape/sexual assault as well as other gratuitous gore for shock value where it's not needed and where in fact it wasn't in the original text. i think grrm has a problem with his depiction of rape/sa, not in the least how young girls seem to be his target group for writing such things, so adding it where it wasn't in the og text just adds more on top of what is already too much, imo.

^examples of said gratuitousness: how cole kills joffrey by smashing his head to a pulp (which is just. nonsensical), viserys having aemma cut open against her consent and without anaesthesia, alicent being a child bride, larys assaulting alicent, aegon watching children fighting pits, aegon masturbating out of a window, etc. some of these could have worked under certain circumstances, some of these should never have been there, in sum they just make up a pattern

re; alicent and rhaenyra. i'm not sure how i fully feel, but i appreciate them aging rhaenyra up for sure. i think the closer dynamic between the two is actually fine, even if it's not canonical in the books. my bigger concern tbh is how aging alicent down (even though she could have reasonably been 18, for example and the relationship still work), has had a knock-on effect in regards to her story and the themes of the show, and i'm not always a fan of how they chose to portray that tbh. i much prefer alicent's characterisation in episodes 6/7/8 which i wish the show had leaned into more, where she becomes the kinda character you love to hate.

the costumes are godawful as is the colouring/lighting. i watched the show on my laptop and i actually messed around with the settings on my laptop so that it was much brighter, esp for driftmark which would otherwise have been impossible to watch given the artificial darkening put over the entire episode.

my only other opinion is that i would enjoy the fandom space and show a lot more if it wasn't for the fact that fandom spaces have turned into selectively cherry-picking media to fit their own fanon ideals of a character. that being said, there's also a difference between that and people genuinely trying to critique either the writing or point out a disparity between how one character is treated versus another in the fandom.

send me a ☕️ and a topic and i’ll talk about how i feel about it

#replies #answered #hotd discussion #ask games for ts #anonymous

[tobesolonely]

house hunting

A/n: hello!! I’ve been having a mad case of writers block, so @goldenbluesuit​‘s list of prompts was posted just in time! Thank you and i hope you all enjoy!! thank u @harryysstyless​ and @nationalharryleague​ for looking this over also :) Love u guyssss!

summary: newly engaged y/n and harry realize they have very different tastes in homes when they begin house hunting!!!

warnings: smut

word count: ~3.3k

my ko-fi! thank you :)

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With all the joys that came with being engaged, there was a good deal of logistics that you hadn’t even thought of when you excitedly told Harry, “Duh, of course, I’ll marry you!” just four short months ago. Should you wed in the fall or wait until the spring? Outdoors or indoors? These were things that you and Harry went back and forth about most nights, cuddled in bed next to each other before drifting off to sleep.

Something you were most excited about, though, was finally owning a home with Harry. You practically lived together as it was, seeing that you were at his place most nights. Still, his home wasn’t yours—you were reminded every time you had to grab something forgotten from your apartment. Or when he was away for work and you couldn’t bear to be in his large, empty house by yourself.

So while you already knew each other’s grossest habits, (Harry loved asking you to pop his back pimples) you didn’t yet own a home together. Sadly, house hunting was turning out to be a less-than-joyous task when you and Harry were looking for completely different things.

“I jus’ think we’re cottage-style people… that’s all,'' your fiancé’s hand rests on your thigh while you wait in his car for the real estate agent to arrive. “This one’s nice, yeah, but is it who we are?”

You refrain from rolling your eyes at him. “You’re only saying that because they remind you of home.”

“So? They’re lovely,” he sounds a little defensive, but not mad. Your response  to Harry is interrupted as the real estate agent pulls into the driveway.

“Be nice,” you remind him as you open your door to let yourself out. “I understand the Craftsman isn’t your first choice, but she worked hard to find this place for us. At least go into it with an open mind.”

Your fiancé mutters something under his breath, but you know he’ll behave himself––he didn’t have a mean bone in his body. Harry’s demeanor immediately changes once the real estate agent is within earshot, turning on his signature English charm. “Thank you for meeting my fiancée and me today. We’re both very excited to check out this lovely home.”

Since you’re privy to the reality of the situation, you can tell he’s laying it on a bit thick, but your agent is loving it. “You’ll both fall in love, I know it,” she begins her ascent up the long driveway and you and Harry follow behind hand-in-hand. “Six bedrooms, eleven bathrooms, and nearly twenty thousand square feet. You can’t beat it.”

Harry seems unphased by the enormous size of the house, but your breath hitches in your throat. Did the two of you actually need this much room? The house appeared to be even bigger than the one Harry owned now––you knew you would hate staying here when he was away for work except this time, you wouldn’t have a quaint apartment and a roommate to go back to when you were feeling lonely.

“H, ‘s kinda big…” you’re trying to speak quietly enough so the real estate agent doesn’t hear you. “I don’t know if I like it.”

“What’s tha’? We haven’t even gotten inside, love,” Harry stops walking to give you his full attention. “You don’t like it?”

“Just the driveway by itself is enormous,” you feel your cheeks growing warm. “I would be too scared to stay here by myself.”

Harry hums in agreement. “Can we have just a moment, please?” He sweetly turns to face the real estate agent who insists you take your time, walking farther up the driveway to give the two of you privacy.

“We’ve not seen the inside, doll. Gotta at least do that,” Harry’s hands run along your bare arms. “‘Member what you jus’ told me? Let’s go into it with an open mind. Don’t have to place an offer on it or anything.”

“Okay…” you’re reluctant and Harry can tell, but neither one of you want to be rude to the real estate agent. “You’re right. I guess it doesn’t hurt to just check it out.”

Harry gives you a dimpled grin. “Y’never know. Might fall in love with it, puppy,” Harry leans in so close that you can feel his breath on your nose. “Besides, think of all the rooms we’d get to have a shag in if we moved in here.”

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“I hate it.”

“What’s there to hate? Look at how cozy it is.”

“Don’t like the color.”

“It’s nothing to slap a fresh coat of paint on the outside.”

You open your mouth and then close it in defeat. He wasn’t wrong. You let Harry lead you around the perimeter of the house while you wait for your real estate agent to arrive to let you in—Harry’s animatedly talking about all the renovations that can be done to upgrade the house (even stating he could do some of them himself) and deep down you know this is the house you will end up living in. 

“So sorry I’m late,” the agent’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. “There was an accident on the 405–made traffic a nightmare.” 

“No worries at all,” Harry says cheerily. “We’re just excited to get inside and take a look at this place. It’s gorgeous.” 

The lady doesn’t even try to hide her surprise. “Really? I agree that it’s a beautiful home, but I thought it would be your last choice given it’s on the smaller side.” 

“How many bedrooms?” You change the subject,  gazing at the house in front of you. You thought it was rather large, but to each their own. 

“Five bedrooms, four and a half bathrooms.”

You glance over at your fiancé, who appeared to be deep in thought—he was most likely calculating if five bedrooms would be enough to host friends and family who came to visit. 

“That’s perfect,” he says after a moment, squeezing your hand in excitement. “We’d love to get inside.” 

The real estate agent mutters a quiet, “please, follow me” to which you and Harry oblige. She leads you up a gorgeous cobblestone pathway that ends at weathered brick stairs. Harry lightly placed his hands on your waist as you ascended the three steps, knowing you tended to be on the clumsy side. 

“Porch is nice, innit?” Harry says to you, lowering his gaze so he’s looking square in your eyes. “I can see us ‘avin a cup of coffee in the mornin’ while lookin’ out at the street.”

Your husband-to-be was trying to sell you on the home more than your real estate agent was––you weren’t mad at it. You simply hum in agreement, not wanting to fully give into Harry just yet.

The real estate agent unlocks the door and ushers the both of you ahead of her, wiping her feet on the mat before entering the home. It was beautiful. The floor plan was open, the living room flowing easily into the kitchen which led into the dining room. Large windows let in plenty of natural sunlight, which you know Harry appreciated. 

You listen attentively as the real estate agent gives her typical spiel, informing you about the history of the house (and how all the wood fixtures were original). Harry is long gone, tucked away in some other part of the house, most likely examining the crown molding or something of the sort.

“...because the floor plan is so open, it’s the perfect space for entertaining.”

“So true,” you respond politely, looking around the space. “I was just thinking that. I’m sure Harry would agree... wherever he ran off to.”

“He’s a fan of this one, I take it?” She’s walking again, leading you to the back of the house.

“Oh, definitely. He’s been telling me we’re “cottage people” to warm me up to the idea of moving in here.”

“Is it working?”

You let out a quiet giggle. “Surprisingly, yes.”

“Babe, come look at this bedroom. S’gonna be ours!” Harry calls out to you from deeper in the house and you furrow your brows as you try to determine what room he ducked into.

“Where are you, love?” 

“‘M in here!”

You roll your eyes at how Harry did nothing to clarify his exact location for you, but you quickly figure it out, anyway. While the house was large, it was nowhere as big as some places you’ve already looked at which you appreciated.

Once reunited with Harry, he immediately reaches for your hand and pulls you into him. The bedroom you’re now standing in has floor-to-ceiling windows, an adjoining bathroom, and even a fireplace. It was stunning.

“This room is nice,” you say quietly, leaning into his touch. Harry nods.

“S’our room. Can’t you just picture us sleepin’ in here? Relaxin’?” He leans in close to your ear. “Fuckin’?”

A shiver immediately runs through your body at your fiancé’s vulgarity, but you try your best to play off your reaction as you turn to face the real estate agent. “Let’s see the rest of the place, yeah?”

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No one warned you about how much work went into actually closing on a home.

It was a long process. You were glad you had Harry, who had financial advisors, to help you close on the deal. You and Harry ended up going with the cottage home, of course, which ultimately was the best choice for what the two of you needed at the moment. 

Waiting to move in seemed like it took a lifetime, even though it was only a couple weeks. Your apartment was a mess of boxes and packing tape, and you were glad you had your roommate to help you gather the things you still had left there (since you had basically already moved in with Harry as it was).

When the day finally came to move all your boxes into your new home, you were more than ready to get it over with. You weren’t sure how Harry could remain in such high spirits engaging in such an arduous task (you were honestly feeling quite crabby), so you let Harry deal with the movers lest you accidentally lose your cool and snap at someone. He kept offering to help them move things, feeling guilty for just standing around while they heaved your extensive amount of belongings around, but they kept insisting they were fine. Your fiancé opted to contribute by going to the kitchen and making them lemonade and little sandwiches, instead.

“We have a lot of stuff, don’t we?” Harry glances up at you as you walk into the kitchen, a mischievous look on his face.

“What’s this we? Pretty sure they’re struggling to carry your things around, not mine,” you snake your arms around Harry’s waist. “Maybe we can have a garage sale? Get to know some neighbors too, hmm?”

“Weird to sell Gucci at a garage sale, innit?” Harry cuts a sandwich into four perfect triangles and sets them beside him on a platter he must’ve dug out of some box. You shrug.

“I’m sure you’re not the only person in this neighborhood who can afford Gucci.”

Harry hums in response, continuing to slather spread onto the sandwiches he was making. “Can you go offer these to the movers? Ask ‘em if they want lemonade or water, too.” He tilts his head toward the tray on the other side of the counter and you reach around him to grab it.

“Look at you makin’ everyone snacks and whatnot. So domestic,” you tease, grabbing Harry’s cheek and pinching firmly. “It’s getting me all hot.”

“Yeah?” He questions, going along with your playful pestering. “Y’like it?”

“Fuckin’ love it,” you coo, giving him bedroom eyes. Harry throws his head back, letting out a loud guffaw. You exit the kitchen and go from person to person, kindly offering them sandwiches which they are more than happy to accept.

The movers finish a couple of hours later, your beautiful home still just as beautiful, but now a myriad of boxes and trash bags. The two of you had absolutely no furniture yet, seeing as Harry wanted to buy everything new instead of bringing the furniture from his old home for reasons you were still unsure of.

Harry settled on making the two of you sandwiches for supper, seeing as that was the only food you had in the entire house, and neither one of you felt like running to the store to buy anything else. He pours two tall glasses of lemonade before carefully walking to where you sat cross-legged on the floor of the living room.

“Our new home...,” Harry trails off, looking around the cluttered space. “The first thing that’s ours.”

“I could cry,” you reply, voice slightly shaky. “Like, it’s just so surreal. We can really decorate however we want and celebrate holidays–”

“Gonna fight wif’ each other ‘n love on each other,” he adds. “Grow old with each other... so happy you’re all mine and ‘m all yours.”

Your heart swells at Harry’s words. He can always tell when you’re growing emotional––he knows you better than anyone else, after all––and he quickly moves closer to you, pulling you into his side. Neither one of you says anything, there’s nothing that needs to be said. You opt to bask in each other’s company and the comfortable silence that fills the dim living room. Out of the corner of your eye you notice Harry scoot the food and drinks out of the way before he pulls you fully into his lap.

“I can’t wait for all of it,” you wrap your arms around his neck, sucking lightly on the area where the skin of his jaw trails into his neck. “Can’t wait to have it all with you.”

“Know what ‘m lookin’ forward to the most?” You hum. “Lookin’ forward to the baby makin’.”

Your breath hitches in your throat at Harry’s admission. Sure, you’ve discussed children before––you were getting married! Still, he catches you off-guard.

“Yeah?”

“Mmm,” his hand slowly makes its way underneath your shirt, loving how he already had you squirming under him.

“I’ve got it,” you mumble quietly, moving away from him. You expertly unclasp your bra and fling it out of the way, letting it join the rest of the mess that litters the floor of your home.

“This is really the first place we’re gonna shag in, then?” Harry asks breathlessly, sucking roughly against your collarbone. 

You shrug your shoulders before moving to tangle your hands in Harry’s hair. “The entire house is a mess, this is as good a spot as any.”

“Can’t argue with that,” he mutters, trailing his hands down your body until he gets to your bottom. He easily shimmies your tight leggings down your legs, having done this many, many times before. “Gonna help me christen every room in this house, angel?”

“Yeah,” you’re quick to respond. You wish there was more kissing and less talking going on, but your arrogant fiancé loved two things: teasing you, and the sound of his own voice. “Can I have a kiss?”

“Where do ya want that kiss?”

“Get your mind outta the gutter,” you plead, tilting your head to the side so Harry can access your neck easier. “My lips.” 

You know what Harry’s going to say before he says it. “Which ones?”

“H, come on,” you whine, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck. “Gimmie one.” 

Harry finally gives into your requests and presses his lips delicately against yours, humming in pleasure as he feels you sink deeper into the kiss. “I’m messin’ with ya, Y/N. I could never pass on givin’ ya a kiss.” 

“I’m glad,” you answer triumphantly, shamelessly stealing another kiss from him. 

“Gonna go all the way with me on our living room floor? Dirty girl, you are,” Harry says quietly, gently removing you from his lap. He helps you lay back on the floor, but not before bunching up your leggings for you to use as a pillow. 

“All good?” 

“Mmm,” you reach up for him, wanting to feel his lips against yours once again. He doesn’t give in so easily—not this time. Harry allows you to take his plump upper lip into your mouth before pulling away just out of your reach. You let out a pitiful whimper which causes Harry to puff out his chest, his ego getting the best of him. 

“Gonna make ya feel so good,” he says quietly, rubbing his palm against your core. Your underwear was still on and you knew he was approximately four seconds away from ripping them off.

“I know,” you answer quickly. “I know, H.”

“You sound impatient.”

“I just wanna get on with it.”

Harry sits back on his heels. “What’s tha’ rush? Jus’ us, yeah? Jus’ me?”

“I need it,” you say under your breath. You were usually quite vocal in bed with Harry, but something about the way his gaze fixed on you had butterflies fluttering all-around your stomach.

“What do you need?” Harry taps your bum while he’s saying this, signaling for you to lift yourself slightly off the ground so he can get them around your ankles. 

“I need you in me,” you whisper. You knew he knew exactly where you needed him, but you’d stroke his ego a bit if it meant he’d fuck you just how you wanted him to. “Hard. F-fast.”

“I can manage that,” he cheekily replies, giving his hard cock three tugs before pressing himself to your entrance. “Don’t want me to eat ya out or summat?”

“No,” you answer entirely too quickly. “Please just fuck me, H-”

He understands just how needy and desperate you are now and wastes no more time, swiftly entering your tight cunt like he was made just for you. Your body always molded together so perfectly––no one knew you better than he did. When you were really pressed for time, he could get you off in less than five minutes. Although his pace is relentless tonight though, there is no rush. 

You felt full in such a way that only Harry could make happen. You let out a loud moan as he moves your leg ever so slightly to angle you in such a way that he knew would hit your spongy walls deep inside of you.

“Y’like it? Like me fuckin’ into ya like this?”

“Love it,” you moan breathlessly, reaching to cradle your tits. Harry raises his eyebrows, pace faltering slightly.

“What are you bein’ so quiet for? S’no one here except us,” he reaches in between your sweaty bodies to flick your clit. “Can feel you clenchin’ ‘round me–are you gonna come, puppy? Come around my cock?”

His teasing is all it takes for you to cum around him, clenching down so tightly that it takes a surprising deal of strength for him to keep moving. Harry follows shortly behind you, letting out an animalistic groan that sounds downright filthy. In that moment, you were glad that there was no one else in the house because if there was, they definitely would’ve heard you and Harry coming down from your respective highs together. He speaks after a moment, chest still heaving.

“One room down, the rest of the house to go.”

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

as always, please let me know what you thought here!

#harry styles smut #harry styles #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic

[kingkatsuki]

can i aka how people can propery tag their headcannons. I just want to do it right but like lets says its multiple characters should we not put character x reader or yes? Like how can we tag it properly!

I think first and foremost you need to ask yourself why am I posting this? If it’s because it’s actual content you think others will enjoy then I would say please tag, if it’s for attention and brings no value to the tags, use your own tags.

For example, a post with “I want to ride Bakugou’s perky nipples” does not need to be tagged with:

Is it smut? No. Does it belong in these tags? No.

Do I also want to ride Bakugou’s perky nipples? Yes.

So what tag would I use for this? My own personal tag (mine is #jo talks, but obviously yours may be different), potentially #bakugou thirst but honestly you’re on thin fucking ice if you do this… but at least you’re not saturating the x reader/smut tags and making it difficult to find actual fanfiction.

Also the fact that the tags #bnha #mha #bakugo and #katsuki will mean this appears in the main fandom tags, not just fanfiction tags. So you’re potentially bringing a slew of antis/minors/DNI criteria to your blog.

The other posts that people generally make with multiple characters are this style of post:

There is absolutely no reason why this post would need more than 3/4 main tags if you really wanted it in the main tags. But people will make these posts to deliberately tag them with every single character individually.

Now. If you wanted to make the same post as above but include why they enjoy drinking their cum from a sippy cup or straight from the source, I’d say tag it x reader or multiple characters because at least then you’re bringing some value to the tags. You’re providing content that people can actually read and enjoy, not just shoving names in a line because you want to make it into as many tags as possible (or cross tag fandoms to reach more people).

Something like this:

Credit: Cum headcanons by @/touyaspeach.

There is actual content here. This is when it would be acceptable to tag multiple characters, but only the characters that appear in the post.

Yes, it is annoying that more people would see your random thoughts and interact with you and we don’t like it when our posts don’t get attention. But the bigger picture is when you do this you’re effectively blocking people who spend hours and sometimes days/weeks from appearing near the top of the tags.

Also. If your post is just:

This does not belong in main tags, you’re literally hindering writers when you do this. Imagine if someone scrolled past a fic you’d poured your heart and soul into because they were trying to skim quickly, or your fic got buried under tens of posts like this? Or people have stopped going through the tags because of posts like this… Because that’s genuinely what the character tags are like right now.

Tumblr tags are already flawed, and when you abuse them like this you’re just making it worse. Their search system is nowhere near as comprehensive as a site like ao3 or even Lunaescence. It’s so much harder to find fanfics on this site and after speaking to friends a lot of them no longer use the main tag search because of the people that abuse it.

Please think about what you’re tagging before you tag it, it’s not a cute quick way to get popular, it’s a nuisance for authors who crave those great comments/reblogs on their hard work.

#jo talks #psa xxx #long post

[agerestorybits]

Ok, just throwing this out there and I do not mean this in a bad way

Do you think Thomas is tired of sanders sides?

It feels like this project was supposed to be a fun, quirky, small thing that got too big and now it's ALL he's supposed to do

Dude made small funny videos and you can see that enjoyment shine through when he makes a TikTok/YouTube short you can also see genuine enjoyment and when he works on Roleslaying with Roman

I might be looking too deeply into this but

He does a lot more than Sanders sides and he enjoys being seen for that HOWEVER that's what people know him for and think about and wants him to make

Sanders sides at the start was literally just him standing in front of a camera going 'look I used to made funny short videos but now I have to move to YouTube and I don't know how this is supposed to work so here's some characters I did before.'

It started out as a funny little thing

And now it's huge and every single episode has to matter and every line has to have deep lore implications and there isn't room for error without fans going "What does it mean??"

(side note that is totally fine, over read into everything that's half the fun of fandom just don't go demanding from the Creator)

Not only did he not have some super important deep dramatic plotline from the start, he flat out just doesn't seem to be enjoying it

But there is a story element to it and the story isn't over just so he can't be over it

It's an art project that is taking too long, it's becoming his identity and I can imagine getting quite sick of that

he does something else and people jump on it and talk about how/what/why/where the 'sides' shine through and I can imagine that can get dehumanizing after awhile

So we move forward to present day, fans are getting tired and restless and upset about not getting new content and being told "soon" or "we're working on it" which is a whole other can of worms since it seems that Thomas is trying so hard to make and keep promises that, honestly, would be better if he didn't

These may seem a bit left field but Markiplier has a new high effort project going to be released on April 4th 2022 he is excited, he's let people know when it comes out as soon as he could, things like these are why he started youtube

It will probably have at least one or two bits with 'markiplier egos' in it, not all of them, not even most if them just a couple bigger names and then moving on

His is an artist, and he has the freedom to make whatever he wants, he's allowed to make a video and there isn't people looking and commenting that "looks like x is really taking the spotlight"

He's having fun with it, there is a light in his eyes and an excitement and he's made something and he wants to show it to us because he wants us to have fun with the silly thing he made

Now jump back to Thomas he doesn't seem as excited, he is trying so hard and hanging in by a shoestring to get stuff done that involves Sanders sides, he doesn't like he enjoys it anymore he is burnt out on this project

Which means he should step away from it and do something else refresh and come back to it when he is ready the problem lies in that he can not step away

He can work on something else but people are going to be saying "wow that's a neat thing you did but when are you going to get back to what we are REALLY here for" that probably causes guilt and anger and stress and frustration that tie back to that one thing he is trying to take a break from

You can't get away from something when everyone is talking to you about it reminding you that you have to do more

Sanders sides is a big thing to put together, there are costumes and props and lighting, editing, scripts, makeup, he needs a crew, writers, he's (almost always) the SOLE actor

Who killed Markiplier/ A Date with Markiplier/ Markiplier T V were all projects that were very similar, very fun and entertaining

Both artists, both make fun entertaining content, One of these people seems to actively be excited for what they are making, the other seems less and less interested in it

One of them feels like he can be honest with his fan base and tell them when things are happening and why they are being pushed of, the other is vague, there's isn't that layer of trust or respect for the artist

I wanna hear what other people have to think about this I really do so feel free to reblog or tag or comment or just tag me in your posts about this

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #discourse maye #long post #something ive wanted to say for awhile

[eoharu]

i said im gonna write about 2521 last time yesterday but here i am (sorry turns out it doesnt that easy to get this out of my head) but im so so so happy miss kim taeri UNDERSTAND how sad and upset viewers are to the point she felt sorry for all the love she/heedo receives (no need to feel sorry anyway, her as heedo is so perfect i couldn't ask more). even her fam gc were in riot the moment ep 14 come out haha they were so sure heedo married yijin (nah i feel you, fam!!! I feel you!! I'm super happy they validate our feelings!!). big applaud to miss kim taeri for playing that excellent given she knew the ending since very beginning! what makes me more happy is taeri even try to persuade writer to change the ending, because at this point the one who understand heedo the best is HER. the heedo we've seen and root for is her version, and i believe her judgement about heedo could actually understand yijin again and thus the endgame. I think taeri find it ridiculous too how heedo, the one who is bright, pure, honest, always has bigger heart, understanding, persistent, resilient, the one who has so much love to give unconditionally, would give up at her first fight. and how she eventually turns into someone who has opposite qualities as young heedo we root, we cheer, and we has a lot affection for. i really want to know her thoughts about 40yo heedo, but i think she has no saying because it's different actor who's playing it (which i wish it's just taeri who play older version, i know she can pull it. the visual difference really one of the biggest lost attachment to heedo, we feel really strange and unfamiliar about her that is sad, also ridiculous how i keep see her as older sejeong, or should i say miss hari since her drama also airing in same time).

but sadly writer didn't listen. she didn't listen to actor's input. she didn't see nor understand how would majority of viewers feel. Which isn't wrong because yeah the writer is in charge of that, and they has every right to do it. But if I'm not mistaken, boyoung also suggest ending change to director/writer because she find og ending didn't make sense. and I'm happy they listen to boyoung's input. because heck, actor isn't only reciting lines, but they also interpreting the characters, they put a lot of effort to understand why the characters acting this and that way, and i think the moment they act the characters belong not only to writer but also to the actor, or at least i believe actor then know better than writer. the writer only write the character, but the actor live as the character. they could see the variables that the writer could easily miss when writing it. don't come at me it's not a scientific fact it just my personal thoughts and feelings.

but i already accept that writer indeed intended to make heedo suffer, full of regret, and longing for her youth. they didn't intend to make heedo happy. she's divorced and she still stuck in the past; given how she still has yijin's stuffs plus named and decorated the studio revolve around yijin. her youth is indeed precious, but not something she would fondly treasure. it's something that she always regret and feel she could do better, all because the break up. she forget the beach trip with her friends because i think it's something she doesnt want to remember any longer, maybe because it's also contains yijin. I also got the feel she grow distant with her friends and none of them present in current timeline because none put effort anymore to get together. It's super sad. That's why old heedo remember her youth only as illusion, she doesnt even think it's real. she only come to appreciate it at the very end, remember her friends and how they used to be so bright, when she finally know what yijin means to say and finally made peace to herself. but i got to say it's not inspiring, it's depressing.

i thought 2521 would taught me how precious youth is and how it makes me hopeful and looking forward to my adulthood, and how to appreciate many relationship and how to keep it going, but now i think 2521 mean to scare me that you won't get ever as happy as how you were when you're young, you better make your youth as best as possible so you won't regret, you will helplessly lost all your dear friends and you will ended up alone, your youth is a practice and if you didn't make the best out of it the result is your depressing old time. out of context from the drama they build (because i strongly feel they could gone with more hopeful message), yeah it's indeed true, it's realistic. but what do i do? I already half way past my youth. I already grow distant with my friends. I find life already boring and numb and stressful and more so after i watch 2521 ending, ha. 2521 ended up being a cruel, harsh reality check. when in the beginning they were so hopeful, inspiring, uplifting.

#twenty five twenty one #i love you na heedo by kim taeri #my: rants #kim taeri understand the assignment

[writing-in-april]

Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde (1/?)

Part One: The introduction

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Reader meets a mysterious stranger at the library during a book club meeting.

Part Two, Part Three

Series Masterlist

A/N: Hey Heyyy! This is my first Dom!Spencer fic in so long!!! My last one was also funnily enough for a fic swap as is this one! I had @aperrywilliams for the fic swap organized by @imagining-in-the-margins. I had so much fun writing this one- it’s based on a prompt that I got from @andiebeaword and @spencers-dria helped me by guiding me with the book club idea- with a little twist! I am considering making this a series, if y’all are interested PLEASE let me know- I really want to because I had so much fun writing this. Thanks to all y’all for reading and requests are open!!

Warnings: 18+, Dom Spencer, Public Sex (is anyone that surprised??), Impact Play, Post Prison Spencer, Use of the nickname Doctor during sex, Spencer is a brat tamer, Spencer is morally ambiguous but doesn’t do anything explicitly immoral

Main Masterlist Word Count: 3.0k

As soon as you walked in through the large wooden doors it felt like history hit you over the head with a book. Even though it was on the small side for a library it still probably held more books than a normal public library, almost every wall was adorned with built-in shelves stacked from bottom to top with old books. They ranged in every subject you could think imaginable, from every point in history imaginable, and from every point of view that was imaginable. When you had first discovered this place it had felt like you had been transported to another world. You were surprised that more people didn’t know about this old library nestled in the corners of D.C, it was just sitting there idly watching as history passed by day by day, while it sat writing down all its secrets.

A meeting of the classics was scrawled on the standing white board you saw right when you walked into the library. A meeting of the classics from 7pm to 11:30 in reading room C were the exact words, you didn’t even really need to read them as you had been looking forward to this event for weeks.

You made your way down to the reading room that was specified, only encountering a few stragglers similar to yourself on the way down. You were somewhat new to the events that this library ran, only coming to the past four months. It was quickly becoming your favorite thing to do every month.

There was always a theme to each of the parties, ranging from different eras of history, specific novels, and including things that were open to interpretation. Tonight’s theme was as stated on the white board, a meeting of the classics, which had been described as “Pick your favorite literary icon from a classic novel and dress up as them.”

You had decided to not pick a character from a classic novel, but rather an author, Mary Shelly. You based your entire look on the iconic writer of Frankenstein (with a twist of course) because it had been your favorite novel as a child, it still was your favorite novel.

Once you had made it into the large reading room you took in the full room like you did every week. People were dressed as many outlandish characters, with some being more difficult to decipher than others. As you walked around the reading room you could feel the eyes of another on you.

You could feel his stare following you intently as you walked around mingling with the others that you had met before. The eyes belonged to a man you hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting yet, a man dressed as someone instantly recognizable, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. What other iconic character would be split down the middle, half innocent doctor and half evil alter ego.

Even behind the costume you could tell how attractive the man was. He was extremely tall and lanky, with deep brown eyes and the fluffiest brown hair you had ever seen.

“Who’s that?” You asked the married lady and gentlemen dressed up as Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. Maybe it was shameful that you didn’t know their actual names, but you guess that’s what some people want when they come to an event like this

“That’s Dr. Spencer Reid, he hasn’t been here for a while and he sometimes misses things because of work. You didn’t hear it from me, but I heard he got in trouble with the law, that’s why he hasn’t been here for almost six months.” Her gossipy voice was drenched in fake sugar that made you gag on the inside. You still did appreciate her information as it gained you the name of the man who couldn’t stop staring at you like he was trying to figure you out.

“Must not have been that bad if he’s already out now, or maybe he’s innocent.” Ms. Bennet shrugged her shoulders at that. You may have even been naive to not heed her warning, but the idea of getting to know the mysterious fluffy haired man that had been staring at you all night was too intriguing for you to ignore.

“Who are you?” The mysterious man asked when he finally decided to approach you instead of staring at you from across the room.

Trying to maintain the same level of mystery as the man had you dodging his question with a simple redirect, “Who’s asking?”

“I thought it was quite obvious who I was.” He was right it was obvious, but why would you let him know that despite the fact that you knew what character he was you could tell the man underneath was the real mystery of it all.

“You’re the one who is not obvious.” The back and forth you had already picked up with him was thrilling, you sensed the fact that in most conversations you would have with him it would be a kind of battle that you would have to win.

“If you must know, kind sir, I am dressed as Mary Shelly, author of Frankenstein, with a bit of a modern twist.” You made sure to call him sir instead of his earned honorific this time, to see if it would poke any buttons.

“I am not a sir since my name is Dr. Spencer Reid. I can see now who you are dressed as, but I would still argue that it is not what the intentions were when they set this up.” You could tell that he was only teasing you with the way the inflections of his voice sounded, you were glad your teasing had been a moderate success.

You did also provide him your name before deciding to poke his buttons once more,“But, isn’t she a classic, Dr. Reid?”

“But, you have not made her a classic anymore by putting as you say a ‘modern twist on things’ though I must say it does look well made.” You would’ve been offended if you could not tell that it was all in jest, though you still got the sense that you still were not seeing what all this man was about.

“Thank you, Doctor I made it myself. However, you still haven’t answered my question yet, Dr. Reid.” You asked the next question hoping he would get what you were implying, “Who are you?”

“I suspect you may already know, but I am dressed half as Dr. Jekyll and half as Mr. Hyde.” At least he started to somewhat catch on to the hidden meaning in your words, though you still had not dug up the real answer you were looking for. He was too intriguing to persuade you to stop digging, you wanted to find who the doctor really was, not the partial mask he was still using.

“Yes, I suspected as much, but aren’t you breaking the rules by dressing up as technically two characters?”

“Were there rules that said I couldn’t dress up as two characters?” He fell nicely into the small trap you had set for him, retorting quickly without thinking. Which you found odd for a man that was clearly intelligent.

“No, but were there rules that said I couldn’t dress up as a classic author with my own twist?” The look on his face had let you know you had won the debate. You smirked with triumph as you glanced over the man, taking note of each of his handsome features in case you would never see him again.

You decided to pivot the conversation to another question that was on the forefront of your mind,“Do you have a dark side, Dr. Reid?”

“Doesn’t everyone?” He was deflecting, but he didn’t seem agitated by your question, simply amused by your dogged curiosity.

“I am curious though, what are you exactly underneath it all Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde?” Your coy smile was most definitely not lost on him, he could see right through your facade. He could see right through Mary Shelly to find the true you underneath. You only wished you could figure him out as well, you wondered how he got so good at being able to read people in an instant.

“I haven’t figured that out yet.” Well, at least you got the answer to what you were looking for, even if the answer wasn’t as straightforward as you may have been expecting. But, you were realizing that Dr. Spencer Reid was probably anything but straightforward.

Your heart was pumping fast, his words had a bigger effect on you than he had probably expected, your panties hidden underneath your long dress were dampening quickly. Though as you saw the smirk on his face grow as you fidgeted in your chair you realized that maybe this was intention all along.

You excused yourself for a moment with a veiled excuse of going to the bathroom. You hoped he’d follow right behind you, to see that you were going to one of the empty reading rooms. If you had read his intentions correctly the heavy doors on each of the rooms should significantly squash any noises he or you would make.

Sure enough after an appropriate amount of time had passed so as to not raise suspicion, the good doctor (that may or may not be good at all) entered the empty room.

He brought you into a dominating kiss that made you want to cower at the same time as be completely defiant. You fought with valor as he tried to consume you entirely with the kiss, not letting his tongue slip into your mouth for as long as you could hold off. In the end you still lost the fight when he lifted you up onto one of the large wooden desks in the room, causing a gasp to fall from your lips that finally gave him full access to your hot wet mouth. He suddenly pulled away to pinch your cheeks together with his hand to make you look at him which made you whimper pathetically at first, but you appreciated his next question immensely.

“Do you want this?” You nodded as vigorously as you could with his hand pinching your cheeks.

He however was not satisfied with my eager nod and prompted you to confirm once more with an even harsher tone, “Speak up when you’re talking.”

“Yes, Doctor.” You replied with his honorific instinctually and you were pleasantly surprised with the eager groan that came from his lips in response. Plus, you were slightly rewarded with being able to feel his lips on your collarbone, sending even more shivers down your spine.

“Let me know immediately if that changes.” The contrast of his sweet meaning words with his hand gripping your jaw was jarring, but you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed it. It just made you want to be as bratty as possible because even if he was harsh there was still the underlying care in everything he did, you felt safe.

“Maybe I should just call you Mister instead, since that’s clearly your dominant side.”He growled into your neck that was quickly getting covered in hickies, next thing you knew he flipped you around to face the desk closest to you with your back to his chest.

“Bend over.” He commanded, to which in response you opened your mouth to retort. Instead of letting you run your mouth as you had done before he wound his hands through your hair and pushed you down to take the position he wanted. He then pulled up your dress to uncover the panties you had soaked through. You thought maybe he was going to give me some relief of the ache in my core, but you were given a harsh slap on your ass instead.

A whimper involuntarily came out from your lips from the harshness of the slap that you assumed was revenge for not following his commands. He then spoke with deadly conviction, “I want you to say thank you, doctor after every time I spank you.”

You only agreed because you were afraid that if you did not comply now he may not give you what you wanted. So, as soon as the next stinging slap came down on the same spot as before the phrase fell from your lips, “Thank you, Doctor!”

He continued his repeated hits onto your ass and you made sure to never miss thanking him with a cry. Once he was satisfied with how much you were punished for your sassy remark he rubbed over the inflamed skin of your ass with his large, unbelieving hands. He moved your panties to the side to dip his deft fingers to run through your folds, collecting some of your wetness. You whined loudly and perhaps pathetically in response to him only lighting touching you instead of obliging the heat you felt everywhere.

“Be patient, you’ll get what you want since you decided to start listening to me.” He snapped which caused your knees to buckle again.

“I can be patient, Doctor.” He definitely appreciated the continued use of his honorific in this scandalous situation as he let out a groan almost every time you said it. Instead of answering you he started to undo the pants of his outfit, a pair of slacks that were also equally as split as the rest of his costume. You didn’t look back to see his cock because you did not want to be punished by him twice in one night. But, you certainly felt it.

You could tell just as he was running the head of his cock through your folds and pulling your panties to the side again that he would be the biggest you had ever been with. What should have worried you slightly only ended up sending a shock through your core instead. He was at least somewhat gentle when he finally started to enter you, letting you get somewhat adjusted before sinking in all the way to the hilt.

As soon as he sensed that you had adjusted he started a rough brutal pace, not that you were complaining as he hit all of your most sensitive spots as his cock dragged through your walls.

He made no effort to stifle the loud moans that were coming from your mouth, maybe he thought the thick wooden doors would stifle the noises. But, there was no way no one would be able to hear the unintelligible wails that were coming from you.

“You like bringing out this side of me don’t you?” He rasped out after he pushed your torso back down to flat on the desk once you started to lift yourself up on your elbows. When you only answered with a noise that was not understandable he prompted you to speak up with another slap on your ass and said, “I said earlier to speak up when you’re trying to talk to someone.”

“Yes, Doctor!” You finally were able to cry out with a few more slaps to your ass from him.

Each time you kept getting close to the edge he’d pull away from you slightly dashing your orgasm away from you cruelly. Each time you decided to whine out loud to voice your displeasure even if it was involuntarily he would just prolong edging you for even longer. You were babbling incoherently when he pulled you by the hair so your back was pressed into his chest and after a few more moments of hearing you beg nonsensically with tears in your eyes he finally gave you the command,

“You can cum.”

“Thank you, Doctor!” You wailed as your orgasm washed over you in devastating waves, you were sure no other man had made you finish so hard in your life. You kept repeating, “Thank you, Doctor!”over and over until you had completely come down from what was arguably the best orgasm of your life. Your own orgasm helped propel his forward, and you made sure to confirm out loud that you were ok with him cumming inside you. The warmth that filled you as he pumped into you a few more times caused one last groan to come from you that was weirdly harmonious with the groan from the doctor.

Normal aftercare wasn’t really applicable in this type of situation, you hardly knew him and the added fact that you were in an old library with a party down the hall didn’t help either. He still cleaned you up with a softness you had yet to see from him during your short encounter. Aloe probably would’ve been the best option to soothe your raw bottom, but he did massage you for a few minutes after he cleaned the rest of you. He had even made sure your clothes that were not period accurate, as he had pointed out earlier, were neat before you both left. There were no cuddles and soft loving words exchanged, but you still felt immensely cared for by a man who claims he might not be a good man. He was a strange case.

“You still never answered my question, Doctor.” You stated as you stood on the steps of the library after you two had slipped out to leave.

“That’s because I still don’t have an answer.” And, with that you parted ways into the cool air of D.C. You hoped he had the same feelings as you when you had both parted ways, you wanted to see him again. There was another meeting next month, maybe then you would get your chance again.

The thrill that ran through your veins whenever you interacted with him, whether he was fucking you or having a rousing conversation about classic literature made you want him no matter whether he was Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde. You’d take them both.

Part Two, Part Three| Series Masterlist

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