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cutiecusp · 8 days

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Baby, I'm your man.

Part two to Edge of Heaven. Read this first if you'd like, I don't make the rules 💓

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Thank you all so so much for the love! Best friend Simon has my heart, totally.

Warnings. These two idiots act on it. So smut. P in V, oral, feelings. Unedited. Written in about 30 mins this time ;) MDNI, it may be a little long as I kinda wanna make it a wrapped up second part and not three, sorry!!!!

Best friend Simon and Reader have confessed feelings, cue one steamy car ride home. (Lyrics highlighted in pink)

You relaxed into Simons arms as he deepened the kiss, his tongue gently probing your mouth, forcing a moan from your lips, followed by a gasp as his lips trailed across your jaw and down your neck.

"Such pretty sounds, love. All for me?" Simon asks, teasingly. His hand gently moves up your thigh, fingertips tracing circles around your soft skin.

The pad of his thumb pushes your legs apart, and he sees just how much the night has affected you.

"So fucking wet already, love?" He teases, dragging a gentle finger over your lacy knickers.

"At this rate I'm not sure we will even make it home."

You try and shut your legs, embarrassment flushing over you, but Simon held you open a little longer.

"So good, so divine, baby, wanna take you here..." he murmurs, watching your arousal completely soak the fabric in his hand.

"But... I kinda wanna take my time with you." He pulls away, and puts his hands back on the wheel.

"Give me five minutes to get us home, love. Then I'll be your man." He starts up the engine and gives you a heated look.

He pulls back onto the main road, your heart pounding in your chest. Simon had been your biggest secret crush for years, and tonight was the night that you were gonna act on it.

You press your legs together, trying to ease the pressure off your sensitive folds.

"Simon.. I.. " You start, but you can't find the words to explain. You pause, and try again.

"Simon.. I.. This isn't a one time thing for me." You manage to croak out. Your face crimson as you put your feelings out on the table.

Simon simply smiles and nods.

"I know love, me too."

💗

He pulls up to the house and you waste no time getting out of the car and fishing your keys out of your tiny sparkly clutch.

Simon boxes you in, broad arms either side of you as he presses his body against yours, you can feel his erection strain through his jeans and press into your stomach as he claims another soul wrenching kiss from you. His hands run through your hair, and you whimper as his lips find that sweet spot under your ear.

"Simon, neighbours... don't need to be giving them a free show." You gasp between breaths.

Simon chuckles and takes the keys out of your shaking hands and manages to get the door open.

You kick off your heels and let out an explicit moan as your feet hit the carpet.

"Should I be jealous of the carpet, sweetheart?" Simon asks, before pulling your body close into his.

"I can't tell you how long I've waited for you to say yes." He adds, surprising you.

"Me? I thought we.. you didn't wanna.." You splutter, your wide eyes meeting his.

"Then I guess we are both idiots." Simon laughs.

"I've wanted you for years." He admits, and wraps his arms around your waist, your soft body flush with his hard chest.

"Last chance love. You can back out now, no hard feelings."

You pause, and really look at him. Golden cropped hair frames his features, a few scars scattered across his face from his occupation. Freckles from the last holiday you had together was still smattered over the bridge of his nose, and his gaze was intense.

"Never wanted anything more." You admit softly, and the air gets pulled out of your lungs as he lifts you and carries you to the bedroom.

💗

Laying you down gently, he presses another kiss to your lips before tugging your dress down, exposing the fact you had forgone a bra, and your pointed nipples met the cool summer air.

Simon lets out a breath between his teeth.

"Fucking gorgeous love." He admires, his fingers trailing down your chest and over your sensitive skin. You keen under his touch, his calloused fingers rough against your skin only adding to the pleasure.

"More, Simon... please." You insist, arching your back, your eyes squeezed shut. You heard a chuckle as his hands trail down your body.

"Patience, love. I.. I'm not a small man. Gotta prep you first." He admits sheepishly.

You open your eyes and prop yourself on your elbows.

"Prep how-?" You ask, as you see Simon leave the bed.

Pulling your hips to the end of the bed, he kneels before you.

"Told you before. Taking you to heaven, like the song in the car." He says before peeling your soaked panties off and pressing kisses into your thighs, leaving teeth marks you know you'll be feeling tomorrow.

His lips trail a pattern up your legs, heading to your creamy pussy, arousal already dripping from your folds onto the sheets below.

"Fuck me, sweetheart. Practically begging for it." He teases, before he places his lips on your clit, tracing his tongue over your sensitive bud.

Your hands find his hair as you pull him closer, rocking your hips against his face while chanting his name. His hands pulled away from your hips and, with one hand, kept you spread open, and the other moved to between your legs.

He looked up at you, cloudy lust filled eyes met yours as he gently pressed against your soaked entrance.

"Wanna get you nice and ready for me love." You hear him tell you as he slides two of his fingers inside you, completely stealing your breath away.

"So bloody tight, gonna suffocate my cock." He moaned, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh before scissoring his fingers, stretching you a little more each time.

You were seeing stars as you felt his fingers stretch you, but when his mouth circled back to your clit, white light hit behind your eyelids and you heard yourself begging for something, for everything, for more.

"Simon.. please." You beg, your voice hoarse as you let out another whimper that was trapped in the back of your throat.

"Wanna see your pretty face as you come, love. Want you to come on my fingers." Simon practically purrs as his fingers create a delicious tempo as his tongue circles your clit and down to his fingers repeatedly.

Your legs start to shake, and your cheeks flush, you feel a pressure building up in your lower stomach, and you close your eyes as it becomes too much.

You feel him pull away completely, and open your eyes in defiance.

"Eyes on me love." Simon says gruffly. You nod, and don't dare look away as he slips his fingers back inside you, and begins kitten licking your sensitive skin, before sucking on your clit with a little roughness,his stubble making your thighs burn.

You reach the pinnacle quicker than you imagined, with the mixture of Simons tongue and fingers, you coat his fingers and chin in your slick, and your hands search for him as he makes his way up your body, placing kisses on your stomach and chest, before moving up to your mouth, the taste of you on his lips.

💗

Simon lies next to you on the bed, brushing your hair from your face. He smiles down at you, and trails a hand back down your body.

"Ready for me, sweetheart?" He asks, resting his hand on your knee.

You nod and pull him in for a kiss, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. He leaves the bed, and removes his jeans. Your face drops as you understand what he means. The man is huge.

"I.. uh.. I.. " You splutter, as Simon laughs. Kneeling on the bed, he nudges your legs open with his.

"I promise I'll make it good for you, love." He whispers against your jaw as he places sloppy kisses down your neck, before slowly pushing in.

You rock your hips against his, and feel every inch press deep inside you. Your whimpers and the sound of skin on skin are the only noises in the room.

"God, you feel so fucking good, love." Simon pants, as he bottoms out. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you feel a delicious burn as he stretches you out fully.

"Simon.. faster, fuck me.. please." You beg, wrapping your legs around his broad waist. You try rolling your hips against his to ease some of the friction, but he holds you still, his lips just inches from yours.

"Easy love. Wouldn't want to hurt you." He protests, but you have other ideas as you dig your heels into the small of his back.

"Simon bloody Riley, I've been waiting years for you. Fuck. Me. Harder." You demand, using your heels as leverage.

"Fine. You want it harder love?" He asks, shifting his weight so he's able to spread your legs apart. Leaning his head forward, you feel him spit on your clit, and rub it in lazy circles, making your eyes roll.

"Since my girl asked so. Fucking. Nicely." He pants, snapping his hips all the way to the brim of your pussy. The pace set your teeth on edge, your breasts became unrestricted as Simon ripped the bodice down to your hips, as his thrusts became faster, he used the scrap of clothing to keep you in place, as he pounds into you, over and over.

"This pretty cunt is mine. Understood?" Simon asks as the quick pace makes you humbly nod. Over and over he thrusts deeply into you, rubbing your g spot as he pulls back.

"Words. Love. You know I need to hear it."

You manage to look at him and nod. "Yeah, Simon. Yours.. " You gasp out.

He keeps up a bullying pace until you feel the tightening of another orgasm starting to build up in your stomach.

"Simon, fuck. M'gonna come." You warn him, your cheeks flushed with exertion, your legs aching. You shudder as you feel your pussy grip Simons cock,coating him in your climax, and you watch as Simon throws his head back with a growl, and you feel ropes of come paint your insides.

He collapses on your chest, throughly spent. You brush his hair off his forehead and smile up at him.

"If you're gonna do it, do it right, do it with me." Simon teases.

"Thought you didn't like cheesy pop?" You ask with a smile.

"Love, if that's why I finally got you to admit feelings for me, I'll convert." Simon jokes, as he pulls you in for a cuddle, your bodies intertwining as you both fall asleep in each others arms.

A/N not sure on the ending, and I'm really sorry it's so long! Thank you again for all your support! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

@xoxunhinged 🖤

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ladychota · 9 months

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I Don't Need You

Pairing - Loki x Female Reader

Warnings - Angst, arguing (lmk if you want me to add anything)

Summary - Loki wonders why Y/n keeps coming down to the dungeons to see him.

Word Count - 1.1k

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"You will spend the rest of your days... in the dungeons."

Odin's words have echoed through your head ever since the day Loki got sentenced.

You wish it hadn't been this way. You wish Loki would've told the truth as to why he attacked Midgard. But his pride and stubborn need to be right got in the way, as always.

You were given strict instructions from the All-father to stay away from your best friend, but there's no way you'll listen to that. Perhaps to Loki and everyone else you're just his friend... but in reality, he means so much more to you than that. You trust him with your secrets, your worries, your life; you only wish he could see you the way you see him.

But none of that matters now. With Frigga's help, you've been able to sneak down to the dungeons to visit him and bring him food and entertainment, but you're not sure how long you'll be able to keep doing it without being suspected by Odin. He knows of the mischief you used to get up to with Loki, and there's no doubt he doesn't trust you in the slightest to follow his rules.

Perhaps, for once, you should listen to him. After all, he is the All-father. He could bestow death upon you with a single wave of his hand, your heart being served to him on a golden platter for his supper.

Although you don't think you could do that to Loki.

He already has enough on his plate... leaving him alone and giving him no reason for your absence could just kill him.

It would also kill you.

Ever since Thor was banished, he was different. You hardly saw him; that was lonely enough. But when the news had spread saying he'd fallen from the Bifrost into the abyss? Your entire world came crashing down around you. You grieved for months and months, wishing you had told him your feelings, wishing you had spent more time with him. It felt as though your heart had been ripped from your chest and fed to a pack of wolves.

And then he was back. Rumours spread through Asgard like wildfire - you didn't know which stories were fake and which were true. Frigga eventually sat you down and explained it all. She told you of the events on Midgard and Loki's downfall, and how he is to be sentenced in a few days time.

That was two months ago.

Two months you've been sneaking down to the dungeons to check in and spend time with him. Finding out he's actually been alive this entire time had caused you to want to speak to him about... well, everything.

You'd missed having an understanding friend to talk to about the goings on in your life. And you'd missed the company he would give you. You'd planned on telling him everything you'd regretted keeping from him, but the words always seem to die on your tongue.

So you go down as much as possible. You hope that perhaps at some point the time will feel right; perhaps it will be just as magical as it is in the books, just in a slightly different situation.

You grab a few books you'd collected for him from the library and begin the long trek from your chambers to the dungeons. It always surprises you how well looked after the main floors of the palace are compared to the dungeons. You have no idea how Loki will survive the rest of his life down here...

Using a spell Frigga taught you, you manage to sneak past the guards and into the cold corridors of the dungeons. Monsters scrap behind the golden barriers, or just sit twiddling their thumbs. It's rare to find an Asgardian in this place.

You reveal yourself in front of Loki's cell, a beam plastering itself on your face. He sits reading a book on his thin mattress - as he usually does.

"Hello Loki," You greet. Usually he says something in return, or just simply smiles, but this time he does nothing. So, not wanting to squash your good mood with something that is probably nothing, you continue. "I brought some more books for you. One of them just so happens to be the exact one we read together when I was ill. Do you remember? It was about-"

"Why do you still come down here?" His harsh tone stops your speech, your heart feeling as if the strings holding it up have started to fray.

"Well I-"

"To gloat?" He sneers, placing his book down and walking up to the barrier. "Or perhaps it's pity?"

"No, of course it isn't! Why would you think that?"

"Then why? Why do you go to all the trouble to visit me? We both heard Odin tell you to stay away from this place!" His voice is cold, his manner uninviting. You've never seen him in such a way around you.

"Because I want to! I thought you'd like the company!" You reply, desperately trying to make him believe you.

"Well I don't!" He yells, each word slashing at you like a madman with a sword. "I don't need you at all!"

Tears well in your eyes, everything you thought you knew about the man you love crumbling beneath your fingertips.

"You're weak and pathetic. I'm a God! Do you even know what I did to Midgard?"

You scoff. "Of course I know! Do you really not care about how this whole thing affected me!? I thought you were dead!" Your voice gradually gets louder until you're close to shouting. "And then to be told that you were actually alive but you'd tried to rule over the innocent mortals!? It almost killed me! But I finally had hope. I finally had hope that you'd come back to me!"

Loki stays silent as tears stream down your face. He still doesn't get it. He still doesn't understand how much he means to you.

You swallow the lump in your throat as you prepare yourself for what you're about to say.

"I love you, okay!? I loved you before this whole mess and I still love you now... but I finally get it. I understand that my feelings aren't reciprocated. I just thought you should know before we never see each other again." You hiss the last sentence as you turn your back on the God and begin to walk back to the palace.

"Wait, Y/n please..." He calls after you, but you ignore it.

He doesn't need you, so why should you go back?

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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Hi I was wondering if we can get a smut with Ajax in which they do doggy or reverse cowgirl and he’s able to let his snakes out! Thank you :)

I’m keeping these short, but I have a lot of requests to finish. Regular programming should return in the next week! I have to many new ideas <3

Warnings: smut, p + v,

my taglists are here + you can requests here at any time

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‘’Are you sure? What if I stone you?’’

‘’I’ll be facing the other way. I’ll be fine. Besides, if you do accidentally stone me, you’ll get to admire my naked body until I de-stone.’’

His cheeks flushed. ‘’That would be embarrassing…for me. You would miss class and I would have to tell Principal Weems how it happened.’’

Ajax was right on that one. Telling Weems of the incident would mean explaining to her how you got stoned. It would be embarrassing for many reasons and you would both be in trouble for breaking rules.

‘’But it’s not gonna happen. I trust you, Ajax.’’ You stroked his cheekbone, making him smile.

One of the privileges of being a gorgon was the absence of a roommate. The school founders judged it unfair for them to keep their hair covered 24/7 — these snakes need to breathe —, so they made a rule that all gorgons would have their own rooms.

You and Ajax used that gorgons privilege to your advantage. A private dorm was the perfect place to unleash your raging hormones.

Ajax groaned against your skin, feeling your hands unbuckle his pants and reach into them to grab his hard cock — he felt heavy in your hand —, as he kissed and nipped at your jaw and neck. You slid your thumb over the head and a moan left his lips, making you smile and attach your lips together, kissing in a mess of short breaths and tongues.

Half of your school clothes were scattered on the floor and the end of the bed, following the path you and Ajax made when you finally closed the dorm door. Since it would be weird to not face each other during the whole time, you decided Ajax would keep his beanie on during foreplay and take it off before…putting it in.

Your other hand raked up Ajax’s back, his hands kneading your breasts over your thin bra. It wasn't the style you usually wore to class, but you wanted to wear something nice for Ajax and your sweater vest and blazer would cover any nipple coming to say 'hello'.

‘’Gorgeous,’’ he said, passing his thumb over a nipple.

After peeling the rest of your clothes, you pulled Ajax to his bed and reached for a condom in his nightstand, kept close for this very purpose. He giggled as you put it on him, both from nerves and the usual awkwardness. Once it was on, you helped yourself on your hands and knees.

You felt Ajax's clammy hands come on your hips. He was nervous. Stoning you was one of his biggest fears and you were playing with fire right now. ‘’I’m gonna take it off. Are you sure you want this?’’

‘’Yes,’’ you confirmed confidently. ‘’Ajax. Take your beanie off and fuck me already.’’

Ajax nodded at himself and took his beanie off, freeing his snakes, and lined himself in front of your folds, teasing you for a moment and rubbing his cock over you as you shivered, before finally sliding in.

You couldn’t help the small whine that leaped from your mouth, feeling him slide further into you, wiggling his hips slightly to bury himself as far in as he’ll go.

‘’Fuck,’’ you heard Ajax groan, bottoming out. One of his hands found your hip and gripped it tightly, needing a moment. ‘’You feel so goddamn good, babe.’’

He started to thrust slow into you, making the both of you breath moans at how fucking delightful it felt, but soon sped up, the snap of his hips and the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the dorm. You didn’t know if Ajax’s snakes had an effect on his libido, but this was the best sex you’ve ever had.

Your back arched a little harder, your toes curling. ‘’Yes! Yes, baby! You fuck me so good,’’ you keened, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets beneath you, feeling Ajax's cock hit deep inside you.

Biting your lip and shutting your eyes, you took everything he was giving, both of your moans short and breathy. Your own pounding heartbeat filled your ears, the same way it would during a physical activity — although this was much better than going for a run.

You would never have thought Ajax had this much endurance, but his thrusts were not slowing down. If he kept this up, you were going to end up so fucking sore tomorrow. The thought made your walls squeezed his length and the gorgon let out a low groan.

‘’Fuck. If you do that again I’m gonna cum.’’

You wanted to do it again, just to tease him, but Ajax leaned over your back and reached to grab your tits, needing to feel them, making you both moan. This boy was obsessed with your breasts. You couldn’t blame him, they were very nice.

He pulled you back against him, your back flushed to his chest, his face very close to yours. ‘’Close your eyes, I don’t want to risk it.’’

You listened and threw your head back on his shoulder while he continued plowing into you. Your hair was sticking to your face, sweaty and a little messy. You neared your release, feeling the coil inside of you twisting up, and dug your nails into his forearms, moaning louder than before. His snakes hissed and sniffed your face, something that would have made you giggle if Ajax hadn’t been balls deep into you.

‘’I’m gonna— ah, gonna cum,’’ you said, arching your back and feeling him pumping shallow thrusts into you to rock you through your high.

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wintrwinchestr · 7 months

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bad girl (joel miller x f!reader oneshot) 18+

summary: you broke one of joel's rules, and he punishes you for it. but he can never stay disappointed with you for long, not when all you wanna do is be his good girl.

warnings: 18+ (inappropriate language & allusion to smut), big time daddy kink!!! (bordering on ddlg?), pet names (babygirl, lil' girl, sweetheart, darlin,' sugar, honey), punishment, spanking (not very descriptive), lil bit of subspace, protective daddy!joel, no physical description of reader, lil bit of humiliation, praise, please let me know if i missed anything or should correct something!!

word count: 1.6k

a/n: hi!! this is the first fic i've written in like 5 or 6 years, and definitely the first creative writing i've done in a long time. i also don't really know how to write smut but i'm hoping to learn how and get more confidence to try more writing!! (nice/polite) comments welcome, thank you for reading!!

Crouching behind a large, moss-covered tree stump, you curiously observed the doe and two fawns grazing just a couple of yards in front of you. You tried to keep your breathing quiet and shallow so as not to startle them, a task that proved difficult with the way your heart was nervously pounding. You knew you weren’t allowed outside of Jackson’s walls without Joel, but you had overheard some of the others talking about a family of deer they had seen on the woods’ perimeter as they returned from their patrol. You were eager to see them for yourself, even if it meant breaking one of Joel’s rules.

The sharp sound of a branch snapping behind you caused the creatures to swiftly bound away, and you quickly turned around with a startled gasp.

You almost screamed, thinking you would turn your head to see an Infected approaching you. Instead, your stomach dropped at the sight of Joel, sporting a disappointed scowl. Your heartrate quickened even further, knowing you were caught disobeying him. You suddenly felt like one of the scared little fawns as you were still crouched below his towering form.

“The hell do you think you’re doin’ out here, sweetheart?” He asked in a low tone, slowly approaching you while staring daggers into your nervous gaze.

“I… I was just… just wanted to see the…” you tried to explain, looking around and gesturing to where the deer had been standing just a few seconds ago.

“Up,” he ordered, making a motion with his pointer finger for you to stand up. You obeyed immediately, knowing better than to not follow his commands at this point. “Turn around, and walk until I tell you to stop. Hold your hands behind your back.” His voice sounded dark, rumbling from deep in his chest.

You turned your back to him, and let out another little gasp when he came up behind you and gripped the back of your neck, your cue to start walking.

After several minutes of trudging deeper into the damp forest with your hands held obediently behind your back and your head hung low, Joel ordered you to stop once you had reached a small clearing. He released his hand from its firm grip at the base of your skull and spun you around to face him.

“On your knees f’ me, babygirl. Come on now...”

You followed his order without hesitation and knelt at his feet, the cool forest floor providing some relief to your flushed skin.

Unable to bring yourself to look at him on your own, Joel gripped your chin between his thumb and pointer finger and tilted your head, forcing your gaze upward.

“You look at me when I’m speakin’ t’ you,” he demanded, giving your chin a little shake. “Y’ know why I came and found you, why I marched you all the way out here? Hm? Don’t you think about lyin’ to me, lil’ girl…”

You struggled to nod your head against his tight grip, your eyes beginning to water. You started to reach your hands toward his crotch in a desperate attempt to please him and shift the focus away from your disobedience.

“Nuh uh, you keep those hands behind your fuckin’ back, babygirl. You dont’ get to touch Daddy ‘til you admit t’ what you did. Tell Daddy… were you a good girl or a bad girl today, hm?”

You did as he ordered and returned your hands to their previous resting position against the small of your back. You didn’t want to admit to him or yourself that you had messed up today, broken one of the rules he had for you. But you knew that you were already caught, he already knew the truth, and you were getting punished no matter what.

“B… Bad girl, Daddy,” you confessed, your voice coming out small and meek.

“Yeah, tha’s right. You were a bad fuckin’ girl today.” Your obedient admission of guilt prompted him to shift his harsh demeanor to a softer one. “Why were you a bad girl, darlin’, huh? Tell Daddy what you did.” He could never stay too mean with you for long, he loved you too much to not be sweet on you.

He began to comb his fingers across your scalp, and the sensation made your eyelids start to feel heavy, sending you deeper into your soft state of submission. Still kneeling, you shuffled closer to him, and this time, he allowed you to wrap your hands around his calf.

“I- I left the town by myself… Didn’ tell you where I was goin’...”

“Yeah, you sure did, honey. And why does that make you a bad girl, hm? Come on, don’t float away from me jus’ yet.” He gave your cheek a soft pat, bringing you back down to Earth a bit.

“B- because I made Daddy worry about me. Somethin’ b- bad could’ve happened to me and you wouldn’t’a kn- known where I was.”

“Tha’s right, sugar. Thank you for bein’ honest with Daddy...” He stopped stroking your hair in favor of cupping the side of your face, softly rubbing your cheekbone with his thumb. Joel was always good at understanding you when you struggled to speak through your little hiccups and sobs. “You know you’re not suppose’ta leave Jackson without me, darlin’. It’s dangerous outside the walls, I gotta be with you, gotta protect my lil’ girl, yeah?”

“I know… I’m s- sorry, Daddy. Won’t h- happen again, I promise. Don’ wanna be a bad girl–”

“Shh, I know darlin’, I know,” he interrupted before you could get yourself too worked up, squatting down to your level and using his thumbs to softly wipe away a few tears that had spilled over onto your heated cheeks. “Always wanna be so good for me, isn’t that right? Sweet lil’ thing loves bein’ Daddy’s good girl, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, Daddy, love bein’ good for you, always wanna be good for you...”

“I know, honey, I know. But you were bad today, breakin’ my rules. The rules I have to keep you safe, to protect you... I think that deserves at least a few spankin’s, don’t ya think? Hm? Since you were honest with Daddy, I’ll make ‘em softer today. Ten sound okay, sugar?”

You gave him an eager nod, more willing to accept your punishment now that he promised not to spank you too hard. He raised his eyebrows at your silent response, not completely satisfied.

“Yes, Daddy,” you spoke up to correct yourself.

“Good girl, tha’s better. C’mon over here, over my knee. We’ll do ten spanks, and if you take all of ‘em without any whinin’, I’ll let you have a lil’ treat… How’s that sound?”

“Sounds good, Daddy…” You nodded, starting to calm down a bit. You got up from your kneeling position and made your way over to where Joel was now sat on a fallen log. He patted his thighs with a “C’mere, baby,” and you obediently bent yourself over his lap. He reached underneath your tummy to unbutton your jeans and gently pulled them down, along with your panties, to expose your plush bottom to him.

He delivered the ten spanks, making them softer than usual as promised, but they stung nonetheless. After all, they still had to hurt a little bit if you were going to learn your lesson and remember to follow his rules.

You thanked him for your punishment and stood up, facing him, but still struggled to look him in the eye and felt guilty for disobeying him.

“I really am sorry, Daddy…” you said quietly, almost a whisper.

He used one hand to gently lift up your chin to make your eyes meet, and the other to stroke through your hair again.

“I know y’ are, honey. Thank you for apologizing to Daddy. You took your punishment so well for me, baby, my good lil’ girl... Daddy just wants to keep you safe, tha’s all… You know that, right? You know that’s why Daddy’s gotta punish you sometimes?”

You nodded in understanding as he pulled your underwear back up over your bottom and eyed the wet spot that had begun to form on the front of them.

“Oh, sweetheart, look at that… Looks like we might have to find a different punishment to use from now on, won’t we? Seems like you might enjoy this one a bit too much… My naughty girl…” He ran his knuckles over the damp fabric, making you whimper at the contact. “Why don’t we get you back to the house and take care of this needy pussy, hm? Can’t even get a spankin’ without her droolin’ for me…”

“Please, Daddy…” your breath hitched as you rocked into his touch, arousal heating up at his brief humiliation.

“Patience, babygirl… Eager lil’ thing… I said if you took your spankin’s without any whinin’ you’d get a treat, didn’t I?” He pulled your jeans back up over your underwear and buttoned them, giving you one last soft pat on your bottom before standing back up to his full height. “C’mon, sweet girl, let’s get you taken care of…”

You walked with him hand-in-hand back to Jackson, your bottom still stinging with each step, but feeling grateful for your Joel who loves you, protects you, gives you a firm hand when you need it, and takes care of all of your needs. The pair of you got some knowing and slightly judgmental looks from some of the more gossipy townsfolk as you re-entered the gates of Jackson, but you couldn’t have cared less. Not when your Daddy was about to take you up to his bedroom, lay you down on his bed, and make you feel like the most perfect girl in what’s left of the world. His perfect girl.

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bits-and-babs · 1 year

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My love, I am begging for the tiniest crumb for Matt the Radar Tech. Anything related to him I’m so soft for. Whatever your heart desires! the sluttier the better tho— I have such a weakness.

⋆ 𝐍𝐀𝐓 𝟐𝟎

Matt the Radar Tech x f!Reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: written by someone who has absolutely no fucking clue how D&D works, so PLEASE take all of this with a grain of salt. Weirdly inspired entirely by the Roll For Sandwich series on TikTok by @adventuresinardia. Filthy nerd talk, a lil’ dry humping, Nipple play, p in v sex, cream-pie (shut up, I know).

summary: Matt can’t seem to focus while introducing you to D&D.

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“Wait,” you mumble, staring at the copious sets of dice displayed across the durasteel tabletop, “You mean… I get to choose my character?”

No amount of Jedi foresight or Sith Holocron visions could possibly explain how Matt had managed to rope you into playing Dungeons and Dragons. Of course, you always supported his hobby— but throwing yourself into a roleplaying game that you had little to no understanding of left you feeling like you were floating in dead space, even with his arms wrapped firmly around your waist to keep you rooted to his lap.

“Yup,” he nods simply, pointing to the little sheet of paper with his scratchy handwriting detailing the breakdown of each character option. “You get to choose who you wanna be.”

You swallow thickly, feeling nerves settle in the pit of your stomach. Why did this feel like a Jedi youngling choosing its first kyber crystal? A path-defining choice that sealed your fate from the beginning?

“Uhm-… Well. Who do you play as?” You ask cautiously, feeling Matt’s chin settle on your shoulder, the frame of his glasses digging into your cheekbone as you pick up the character sheet.

“I’m the DM,” Matt speaks again, matter-of-fact in that frustratingly-adorable way that makes you turn your head pointedly and give him the kind of look that simply states ‘go on’. “Oh-… Dungeon Master. I control the gameplay- kinda. Don’t sweat the rules right now, Sunshine; just pick the one that speaks to you.”

Stars, Matt’s illegible handwriting is near enough impossible to read as it is, but throwing in unknowns like ‘NPC’ and ‘entangle spells’ leaves you feeling as though someone has removed your brain's hyperdrive.

Thankfully, each character class has been given its own pros and cons table, detailing why you should and shouldn’t choose them. Matt presses delicate kisses across your neck as you read through each list, words blurring slightly when he runs his hands over your thighs.

“Uhm…” you squeak, face burning hot as you stare at the white sheet. “T-The Fighter seems like a good option?”

“Good choice,” Matt mumbles, earnest in his compliment. His palm squeezes at your hips, humming softly as he slips the other under your perfectly ironed uniform. “They’re easy for beginners.”

“Yeah? Good,” you sigh shakily, happy that you’d at least made an intelligent decision. “Did-… Did your brothers play this with you growing up?”

“Randy did,” Matt nods, cupping one of your breasts and squeezing it through the thin material of your bralette. It’s hard to focus, to give him your full attention when he rolls your nipple between his thumb and finger. “Kylo had a habit of losing his temper.”

“Oh,” you whisper, and it’s so pathetically breathy that you want to smack yourself. Trying, instead, to distract yourself from Matt’s wandering hands, you point at the number set on the table. “Do-… Do you roll the dice to make decisions?”

“Mhmm-hm,” he hums, dragging his tongue across the flat of your neck with a muffled groan. He’s so clingy today, seemingly unbothered by your sudden interest in his roleplay game as he smothers you with kisses. “-or an outcome. Roll. See what you get.”

Shakily, you scramble to capture the golden, glittery D-20 in your palm. Matt continues to traverse your body, both hands squeezing at your tits now as he grinds his hips up into you. You can feel his cock, hard beneath your ass.

Desperate to distract yourself from the growing heat in the pit of your stomach, you practically throw the die across the table. It clatters, clanging against the metal before coming to a sudden halt. The gilded ink stares right back at you, a 20 clear as day on the face pointing to the ceiling.

“Oh- I got a twenty!” You say quickly, throwing your hands up in victory. Sure, you’re not sure what it means, but surely it’s good?!

Then your stomach squeezes, erupting in butterflies because you can feel the smirk that dances across your neck. Matt’s plotting. It’s not good when he plots.

“Know what that means?” He hums, his nimble fingers popping the button of your fitted uniform trousers with ease. “Means I get to fuck you.”

His filthy mouth floods your body with heat, jaw slack as he yanks the material over your hips. “U-Uhm- I don’t think that’s in th-the rules-!”

“I’m the Dungeon Master,” Matt states pragmatically, already pushing your panties to the side and fishing his hard cock from his flight suit, “I control the game.”

The head of his cock notches your entrance, your body begging for it with how easily you take his length. He groans loudly, burying his face into the crook of your neck as you seat your hips against his, taking him fully with one easy glide of his hips. He stretches you just right the head bumping something cataclysmic inside of you in this position.

“So fuckin’ sexy when you talk D&D,” he moans in your ear, frantic hands rumpling your uniform as he tugs it over your chest to gain access to your body easier. “Turns me on.”

“I-I don’t-“ you want to tell him how you have no idea what you’re talking about, that none of it makes sense and that you’re just guessing, but he rolls his hips beneath you, and your foundations crumble. You cover your mouth quickly, muffling your moans as he fucks up into you with skilled thrusts.

“Wanna dress you as a Druid. Wanna fuck you right here on this table during a campaign,” he runs his mouth, using his grip on your hips to push you down onto his cock, reaching depths inside you that have your eyes rolling. You tilt your head back, resting it on his shoulder as he pinches your nipple, teeth worrying your neck and sucking on the tender flesh so that a bruise will peek over your collar in the morning.

Commander Ren will kill you.

“Do you think they’d mind, hmm?” Matt asks you; his voice strained as his cock twitches inside of you. “I don’t think so. Think they’d be happy to pause the game to see these pretty lips around my dick.”

“Matt-“ you choke out, feeling him tear up against something ruinous inside of you. It surges up, his filthy words spurring it on as it amplifies.

“That’s it, Sunshine. That’s it, can feel it coming,” he slurs, dipping his hand under the waistband of your underwear to bear down on your clit with the pad of his index finger. “You gonna be good for me? C’mon, give it to me.”

Your vision goes white. It sparks static, rips through you like Matt had aimed a StarKiller superweapon straight at you. You arch your back against his chest, sobbing out a slurred mix of his name and a curse as your orgasm crackles through you.

Distantly, you hear the groan of bliss as Matt drives deep inside of you, the fluttering of your cunt drawing an agonised gasp from his throat as he cums. You’re sobbing loudly, the pulse of his load filling you, surging you towards a euphoria you didn’t think was possible.

The thudding of your pulse drowns out the sounds of the StarKiller base, and when you open your eyes, you find yourself gazing at the ceiling. You’re arched awkwardly against Matt’s body, the crown of your head resting on his shoulder as you come down from your impossible high.

“Oh…” you mumble weakly, listening to his heaving breaths in your ear. Your question comes out sounding more like a wheeze. “Are-… Are you sure you’re not a wizard? Is… that even a class?”

It’s quiet at first—a chuckle. But then Matt bursts into laughter, squeezing you tight to his body as it shakes with the peals.

“Yes! Yes, it is!”

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lala3244 · 28 days

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HEARTBREAKS: Beelzebub

~Finally got around to write the last brother for the Heartbreaks series. It’s been difficult to write it so please be gentle haha! I have no inspiration at the moment…~

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You started dating them but others had decided they should date demons of powerful lineage not a mere human.

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Since you arrived in the Devildom, you had a slight crush for Beel. You weren’t really close at first but you saw how he was with his brothers and especially Belphegor. He was huge but was the gentlest of all of them and slowly, his caring and protectiveness fell on you too.

You had accompanied his brothers to a few of his Fangol games. You didn’t know the rules and even after someone explained to you, you didn’t get it but you tried your best to support him. You jumped up and down and clapped when he would score. You noticed he would always look up to your seats and smiled shyly when his eyes fell on you, a slight blush forming at the top of his cheeks. You found him adorable. Sometimes, he would wave timidly and you waved back. It made you happy every time he did. After the end of the game, you would wait for him while his brothers left you on your own and the two of you would walk back to the House of Lamentations, always with snacks in your hands. You enjoyed these moments alone with the tall demon. He seemed so innocent despite being a demon and you felt comfortable around him to show your vulnerability and your fears. Life wasn’t easy in the Devildom, especially for a human but with him by your side you felt safe, with your life, with your soul. The walk with him was always so peaceful, you always dreaded the time when you would have to enter the House and hear the chaos. And every time, without a fail, there was an argument going on. Tonight, it was about whose turn it was to make dinner. It made you mad listening to such a silly fight. “FINE! I’LL COOK!” You screamed at the top of your lungs. They all turned around, speechless. You turned away and headed towards the kitchen. You looked around the pantry and the fridge to see what you would be able to make, well, for eight people. You smiled when you noticed all the ingredients you had found were perfect for Beel’s favourite dish.

You hated cooking but right now you were enjoying it as no one came to bother you but after a few minutes of preparing the meal, you heard footsteps coming in. You sighed and turned to see who had arrived. It was Beel. You smiled brightly at him, kind of relieved it was him, not one of his brothers as you were mad at them still. He looked at you sheepishly. “Do you need help?” You hummed, thinking. “Yes, I do BUT! You can’t eat anything yet.” He chuckled and he approached you. “I’ll try but I am hungry.” You nodded and gave him stuff to do. He started to talk. You were surprised as usually you were the one talking but he had realised you were making his favourite meal and he wanted to thank you by talking. He started to talk about his life in the celestial realm, how he fell because he decided to follow Lucifer and how he lost his sister. You listened carefully, committing each word he said into memory. Tears were falling from your face, you realised they didn’t have it easy and you felt bad for being annoyed at them earlier. Beel had finished talking when he realised you were silently crying.

He gasped and rushed to your side and lifted your face with his big hands. He wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs and with a worried look, he whispered. “What? What’s wrong?” You sniffled and shook your head. “Nothing, it’s just… I had heard what you just told me but I guess no one really talked to me about how they felt about it. You seemed all so happy being here despite being fallen angels.” Even though you stopped crying, he kept his hands on your cheeks but his eyes showed sorrow and pain. “We had a few centuries to move on” you chuckled at his choice of words. “But the pain is still there. I still have nightmares about it as does Belphegor. I’m not sure about the others as it’s not something they talk freely about but there is still a sadness, guilt, remorse in all of us.” You touched his cheek slightly with your hand and smiled. He leaned his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. He looked relieved as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulder.

You pulled away when you heard Mammon screaming from afar. “Is dinner ready?” You giggled. “Yes almost!” Beel set the dinner table and you brought the dish. You had a nice dinner, everyone was really pleasant after your outburst. You looked at all of them and saw there was no bitterness about earlier. Satan had gone out and brought some desserts. You went back to your room and got ready for bed. A knock on your door startled so you hurried up putting your pyjamas on. You opened the door and saw the Avatar of Gluttony standing in his pyjamas with snacks in his hands. “Hi Beel! What can I do for you?” He smiled. “I was wondering if we could watch a movie and eat some snacks?” You laughed and nodded while moving away from the door to let him in. He sat on the bed still holding his snacks and you took them off him. You put them on your night table and lied down on your bed. You patted down the mattress next to you so he could also lay down next to you. He gently did and you felt the mattress dip. The dip made you fall on him as your position wasn’t that stable. You started laughing but he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

Your alarm went off and you sat up, startled. You looked around and saw that Beel was still there. He grabbed you by the waist and brought you back to his chest. “Stay a little longer.” You agreed and stayed there for a few minutes. He had stopped the alarm for you and you relaxed in his arms. For the next few weeks, he would spend most of the evenings with you, sometimes going back to his room, other times falling asleep in your arms. You went to his Fangol practice, even joined the gym with him.

After those few weeks, you started to feel people’s stares on your back, demons whispering when you would walk with him or alone. It bothered you but Beel seemed oblivious to all of this so you let it go for now, hopefully it was only you being paranoid after months in the Devildom. You ignored them and carried on with your life. One day, Beel finally decided to ask you out on a date. You got so excited! You started to get ready for the restaurant. It was a new restaurant that the demon wanted to try with you. Apparently, they had some human foods on the menu. He knocked on the door and you opened it. He smiled at you. “You look gorgeous”. You smiled back shyly. “Thanks, you too”. He chuckled and showed you his arm. You took it happily and you both left the House of Lamentations for the restaurant.

Dinner went smoothly. You talked about your life, your likes and dislikes, your past relationships, your family. He listened to you carefully, a glint in his eyes especially when you talked about your family and how close you are to them. He talked too of course, but he had seemed to privilege listening to you. It felt nice talking about anything other than RAD and the Devildom. A bit of normality. After the desserts, plural as Beel wanted to try all of them, you left the restaurant. Beelzebub wanted to show you his favourite place. There was a few people around but it was still quiet. You stood there looking at the sky, sensing Beel’s eyes on you. You turned your head and smiled sweetly at him. “It’s beautiful, thank you for showing it to me.” He looked at your face up and down. “Not the only thing that is beautiful here.” He leaned in his face close to yours and your breath hitched. He stopped and stared into your eyes to ask permission. You answered by closing the gap and connect your lips with his. It was sweet and gentle but you could feel your heart beating wildly at the kiss. You pulled away and smiled at him. “Let’s go home.” He interlaced his fingers with yours and lead you back home.

The next day at RAD, the usual whispers and stares had intensified tenfold. There weren’t whispers anymore, you could hear them clearly now. “I can’t believe he kissed that human.” “The coach won’t be happy, they can’t afford controversies at the moment.” You could feel your heart pounding in your head, hands shaking. Were you not allowed to date the Avatar of Gluttony ? It sent you into a spiral, the words you heard, ringing in your head non stop. All day you heard the demons talking behind your back and it made you more and more worried. You wanted to talk to Beel but you couldn’t see him anywhere. You felt alone and overwhelmed but you remembered that he had practice that afternoon so you were going to see him, hopefully he would help feel better.

You went to the Fangol practice and watched him. He saw you and waved at you. You smiled, already feeling better. At the end of practice, Beel joined you and gave you a peck on the lips before pulling away. You chased him for more but you saw his coach stomping towards you, anger on his face. Beel saw your face and turned around. “Hey coach!” The coach stopped in front of you, clearly unhappy. “So I see the rumours have heard were true!” Beel quirked an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” The other demon shook his head. “I can’t have my star dating a human. Beel you have to decide. Either date the human OR stay in the team.” Beel was dumbfounded and you looked at them with wide eyes, tears forming. The coach left you two and Beel looked at you, sadness written on his face. Before he said anything, you hugged him. “It’s okay Beel. I understand. Fangol is more important. We only started dating, it will be fine, don’t worry. I won’t hold it against you. You don’t need to make a choice, I’ll do it for you.” You kissed him on the cheek, tears running down yours and you left.

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THE END

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saphirered · 1 year

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I saw that your requests were open and because i loved the last one i sent in here's another one.

I hope this is good with the rules, if i need to explain something about it you can hit me up via messages.

This basically plays in the last episode of Critical Roles Vox Machina. Where Vax goes with the Raven Queen to become the next Champion Of the Ravens. Instead of Keyleth being Vax's lover how about it's the Reader they say good bye and years in the future the reader is on their deathbed and sees Ravens around them before Passing and Seeing Vax again.

I just want some Hurt Comfort because I've been crying my eyes out over the last Episode after watching through VM again.

Hurt/comfort it is! Thank you for requesting and hope you enjoy! 😘

He knew this day would come. The Matron of Ravens had given him the gift of a goodbye. He didn’t know whether to curse or bless her for it. Not when Vax saw your face, the tears you held back, the way you bit the inside of your cheek to keep your lips from trembling, and the tightening of your throat. It’s heart wrenching. Worse. Because he knows if he goes- no when he goes he leaves behind his heart. It belongs with you. It’ll always belong with you. The further out of your reach he is, the more he feels he’ll lose himself, lose sight of who he used to be in the mess that is this divine game of chess that goes beyond even the heroes of Tal’dorei. Never did he think he’d be able to love someone so much as you. When he flies you give him a reason to return to the ground, to remind him of the world around him but once he’s gone, once you’re just out of reach, what then? Will he be flying until he can no more? He needs you, and you can’t follow where he goes.

You’ve been trying to stay strong. On the one side you hoped that battle never ended, that you’d forever spend those moments with him, that the raven bitch would never be able to lay claim to him for the bargain made. You hoped for a loophole, for some kind of justice in this world but you know you would find none. You did what you could with the time granted to you both. You don’t know what’s worse; knowing time would run out or having him suddenly torn away from you. You don’t want to find out. You feel as if you’re being left with the pieces, to reassemble the ones that’ll never again fully fit right and forever be out of place. You’ve had to make your peace with that together and you did, but that doesn’t make this hurt any less.

Vax stands in front of you. The others have given you a moment, one moment for a final goodbye. You don’t know if you’ll ever see each other again. You simply don’t know. With a shaky breath he holds your hands in his, runs his thumb over the backs, still littered with the remaining signs of battle and conflict. He knows he will see you. He’ll keep an eye out whenever he can, should that goddess let his tether allow him to go that far, but you won’t know he’s there. His fear is perhaps one day he won’t even remember you but how could he forget the one that holds his heart, guards it for the rest of your life and beyond. It will always belong to you. He’ll always belong to you. He loves you. That is a simple truth not even a goddess can change.

“You have no idea how much I love you.” His voice cracks as he speaks and he watches the silent tears collect in your eyes. You squeeze your eyes shut. The tears spill and you hold on tighter; a grip that grounds him to this earth and reminds him this is real.

“Why must it hurt so much?” You manage to speak as you open your eyes once more. Vax brushes away your fallen tears. He takes a deep breath.

“Because this was real. It’s unfair but it’s really. And long after I’m gone, it’ll still be real. I’ll love you to the end of these worlds and beyond. Even when I’m not there to tell you. I want you to remember; I love you.” He carefully repeats those last three words with as much confidence and reassurance he can, despite the tears falling from his own eyes. He has not the care to wipe them away, or stop them for that matter. You take a deep breath and nod more to yourself than to him as if you’re reassuring yourself. You cup his cheeks, following each mark and feature as if committing them to memory, as if you’d forget them.

“I’ll love you through this world and the next, until they come falling apart. I’ll love you and in my heart I know we will meet again. One day, I promise you, we will meet again and when that day comes, I will never let you go.” You have never made a vow more true in your life. Vax knows it too. Not even his mind can counter the implications of those words. They are a simple fact. Though he wishes he hopes, he feels as if hope is not involved in this matter at all. Not when you made this vow. You will keep it. He is unsure if it’ll hurt him beyond measure, or if it is another blessing, to see you one last time, to know he’ll see you, and be reminded of his heart.

“You are my heart.” He guides one of your hands to his chest. “Forever it is yours.”

“And I will keep it safe. For as long as you keep mine.” You entwine your fingers with his and gently lean in. Your lips meet his in a soft kiss; one of intent and one binding like a true promise, like a bargain struck or a deal made. He’ll make any deal when it comes to you. He’ll offer up all he has to bargain with, for you. Even though he has nothing left but you and the memories of you and those he will not part with. He belongs with you as you belong with him. Whether it be a decade or a century, he will wait an eternity if he must.

When you finally part, and he steps away, into the embrace of raven feathers you weep your silent tears, as does he, as do your friends. Vax knows you’ll be in good hands. You’ll have them. He’ll watch over you, he’ll watch over you all and be your guardian. You will find him in the feathers of the raven’s black, and the wings upon the wind. You will find him in the knife sharp and the kindness of heart. You will carry him with you always. Your paths will cross again even if it will be in pain and heartache.

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Many years have passed. They in and of themselves seem like an eternity, no matter the happiness shared, a part is always missing. You have seen your friends find love and happiness and build their families, achieve greatness and change the world. You’re happy for them and happy to be part of their lives, you’re happy to be part of that change. Change comes with risks. And the world changes fast. Enemies rise and fall but the larger underlying schemes and plots reveal themselves slowly, centuries in the making. Not all are enemies that can just be fought, or at least not without consequence and risk. New heroes rise. Their era has come and they must shape this world into the next, to leave it better than they found it. You intend to keep that circle going. Fight today for a better tomorrow. Your friends do too but they cannot afford to make the same sacrifices they might have made in the past. They have other paths now. You would not let Vex and Percy leave their children orphaned or abandoned like they were. You would not send a people into chaos through the loss of the Voice of the Tempest.

You would not let the closest of friends lose each other. You are part of that too. Should any of you fall, you would be mourned but as opposed to you they choose to live lives outside of adventure and the looming risk of death at every corner. It was no surprise for you, to do these things, to live this life, and compared to them the only thing you had to lose was them, the only thing they had to lose was you. Should you meet your demise you know it might affect them, hurt them even but they could live on. You would not stand in the way of their happiness and you could meet your end peacefully and fulfilled you’d have done everything in your power to make this world a better place for them. That is your legacy, your life and your promise because no matter what, you know where your promise leads.

And that day finally comes. With enemies grown too bold, you joined the forces that fought against them. Another end to the world as you know it will not serve anyone well. They are willing to shed the blood of many to achieve this godless world, but that is not a price you’re willing to pay. You fought them, proved to be a liability and when that cut of magic hit you, that final blow, when your vision faded on the colour of pale silvery blonde and a cold stare, you knew the end would be there. You delivered one final blow. You managed to give an opportunity to those who needed it. Your life bought them time and you hope it is enough for their road to success. You have paved it, now they must take over. You have done your part.

And as you lay there on the ground among the rubble and ashes, among the chaos, you do not feel the pain, you do not hear the noise or see the sky. You see the creeping darkness, hear the muffled words over the beat of wings. You feel a cold touch reach for you, caress your cheek.

“I’m sorry it had to end like this. I wish you could have said your goodbyes.” You know that voice. You’ve not heard it in decades but you know it well. Despite the fact you take your last breath, you feel more alive than you have in a long time. You see the golden strand that connects you to the feathered half-elf above you. Your fingers wrap around his wrist and for the first time you feel him, you feel his touch and he feels yours.

“So do I.” You breathe and expect the ache in your chest but find none. There is no pain in your heart and you feel as if you’re floating. You sit up as he kneels beside you and it takes you some time to realise you’re not among rubble and ruin but instead find yourself on the black marble hall of a place you have only ever been able to imagine; every bit as macabre as it is beautiful.

He sees you, truly sees you. He touches you, to remind himself this is not some sort of dream, that you are real and this is true. His heart aches for the first time in decades and while he does not particularly likes the feeling he remembers you and for you he’ll endure. You brought his heart back to him and despite the circumstances he is glad to be the one to receive you here. He doesn’t know what comes next, he doesn’t know if you’ll be able to stay of if you’ll move on but for now you have this. You share this and this is real. He has changed and so have you. You are still as beautiful as he remembers you, still as bright as he has seen you and despite your previous pain you smile. You cup his cheek and press your lips against his as if not a moment has passed. All these years he’s felt so dead, and all it took to be reminded of what life was like was for you to show him. He won’t let you go this time around and he dares bet you won’t let him slip between the cracks either.

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razorblade180 · 10 months

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Group Gift

Countless of Aether’s friends gather in the Teapot as the man himself stands in front of the house. Nobody had to wonder why as it was painfully clear to notice three columns of steam that came from three separate hot spring locations across the realm.

Aether:Can anyone guess what I’ve done?

Everyone:….

Klee and Yoi:You made a hot spring!

Aether:Thanks you two. You get first dibs.

Everyone:Aether you’re so cool!

Aether:I don’t need an ego boost! I just wanted participation! Anyways, everyone has be doing a good and I personally wanted to do this for awhile. Finally found the time!

Keqing:*silent judgement*

Aether:Don’t do that.

Keqing:I’m just wondering how this got into your head.

Miko:Yes, do tell.

Aether:I found a blueprint and thought, “this could be nice.” That’s all.

Rosaria:Doubt.

Aether:You doubt everything. Now then, let me explain why I have three. One at the bottom near the beach is for the boys. Middle elevation near the main house is for our ladies, and the one up on the hill is special circumstances.

Kaeya:*inhales*

Aether:Let me explain. Shush! It is indeed a coed bath, but primarily for when people are incredibly filthy. Let’s say Razor and Lisa get done exploring and Razor fell in mud or was reckless. He’s gonna need Lisa’s help to make sure he’s cleared properly.

Razor:I clean myself fine.

Lisa:Did you wash behind your ears today?

Razor:Sigh…. *looks down*

Albedo:I see. So in situations where perhaps a certain someone accidentally sets off my lab experiment with an explosion and we get covered in ash…

Klee:I didn’t mean to!

Aether:Exactly! A perfect use of that! You get dibs as well.

Itto:Okay, but feel a little unfair that us guys gotta hike to the bottom and back up? How’d that happen!?

Kaeya:You didn’t really think he’d make a system where our elevations would be above our distinguished ladies, did you?

Itto:Umm, what’s wrong with that? I’m sure they’d like the beach.

Kaeya:….You’re a good and earnest man, Itto.

Tighnari:I assume you have a reason for the third one to be the highest?

Aether:*claps hands together* Klee, Qiqi, Yaoyao, and Diona. I need you to cover your ears tightly and humm your favorite songs until I say stop.

Kids:Understood! *covers ears* hmmm hmm hmmm~

Aether:Listen up you heathen.

Everyone:(So it did cross his mind…)

Aether:I do not care what kind of romantic label you want to put on your individual relationship with whoever you’re with. If you want to “relax” together, use the coed. I already have to clean it more often than the other two. And to answer Tighnari, it’s because it’s very easy to tell when it’s in use and spot ahead of time who’s making their way there. For example, let’s say after a particular messy day you want to go up there but notice a certain Sister and Knight….

Rosaria and Kaeya: Wha-

Aether:At this point you should have in your mind the potential reasons for their journey. Granted, I’ve put dividers in that spring, but use your common sense, like waiting for an appropriate time. Are we clear?

Everyone:Crystal.

Aether:Now I need to hear that again from who this really applies to. Yae…

Yae:And what exactly are you implying? *crosses arms*

Aether:…

Gorou:Say it.

Yae:…I will follow the rules.

Aether:Venti?

Venti:I wouldn’t dream ruining your hospitality.

Kazuha:Same goes for me.

Lisa:I’ll play nice~

Aether:Not very convincing with that specific tone but I’ll hold you to it. *looks at kids and gives a thumbs up* Alright everyone, I’ve stolen enough of your time. Now if you excuse me…I’m tired and making this took a while.

Aether casually leaves towards the coed bath to use it. Before anyone could have further discussion about this wonderful new addition, Amber also casually started walking up the trail. She looked at them, waved with a smile, then continued on about her business and catching up with Aether.

Grown up:(SHE ISN’T EVEN TRYING TO HIDE IT!)

Aether:*red* Ma’am, what are you doing. I’m actually filthy.

Amber:I know. I’ll help with your back.

Aether:…I can’t tell if that’s your excuse or for intent so bravo I guess. But…people are staring.

Amber:*holds hand*☺️

Aether:*flustered* (Maybe I should’ve announced this to everyone separately.)

#genshin impact #gi aether #gi amber #keqing #yae miko #albedo kreideprinz #gi klee #gi rosaria #kaeya alberich #gi tighnari #lisa minci #gi razor #yoimiya naganohara

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wandaslullaby · 2 years

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This is the first time I ever request something from anyone really, but I do love your work and know you’ll make it perfect <3

So, for my request: how about some fluff? Maybe a drabble of Wanda feeling self-conscious about her body post-pregnancy and Reader reassuring her that she’s still beautiful as always?

Take your time with it! ^^

Simple Stroke | Wanda M

summary: You decided to put your art skills to good use.

words: 1K

a/n: okay so i had the image of wanda being painted like ariana grande was in her video with the purple strokes, so invision that lmao. i really hope you like this <3 i’m contemplating if i should upload this but fuck it.

It’s been exactly three weeks since Wanda gave birth to two beautiful sets of twins. You will never forget the warm comfort that swirled around your heart when Tommy wrapped his tiny fingers around your thumb. It was just a beautiful moment that you couldn’t ever get rid of, and you made it a rule that every time you and Wanda would go to bed, you would whisper how grateful you were to have her.

Ever since the birth, you haven’t stepped into your studio. You were a free lanced painter that often painted what mood you were in, in fact, you were persistent that you would paint Wanda nude, as a gift for holding your children for nine whole months.

Speaking of Wanda, you were meant to ask her if she would post nude. You haven’t really seen much of her as she was busy nurturing the kids. Before you even set up your space, you wanted Wada’s approval first. You checked the time, and it was exactly the time the twins went down for their two-hour nap, so the timing was on your side, for once.

“Wanda? Babe? You here?” You whispered, tiptoeing around the house as you didn’t want to wake the kids.

“In here,” Wanda whispered yelled from the bathroom.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What are you doing in the bathroom?”

“Do I look fat?” Wanda blurted out.

“Am I pregnant?”

Wanda gave you a look, “What?”

“I thought we were saying untrue things?”

“Har-Har. I mean it, Y/N... I feel disgusting.”

You let out a sign, walking straight over to your woman wrapping your arms around her torso. “I think you are just as beautiful as you were a minute ago.”

Wanda leaned her head into your chest, “I don’t feel it.”

“Elsa? Is that you?”

Wanda immediately pushed you away and started to remove herself from the bathroom.

“Babe. I was kidding.” You tried to explain the joke behind it but Wanda wasn’t given the expression you thought she would give.

Wanda didn’t respond.

“Wands.” You breathed. “Come with me?”

Wanda shook her head, “I don’t want to.”

“Please?” You pouted.

You knew Wanda couldn’t escape the pout.

“Fine. Where are we going?”

“Art studio.” You said, “I want to experiment on something…”

Wanda reluctantly agreed, taking your head and following you towards the attic where your studio was built. Wanda loved spending her time with you in here, studying your features as you painted.

“Strip for me.”

“No.”

“Trust me okay?”

“I don’t want you to see me naked, I don’t look how I used to be.”

You took in a breath, “Wands. Just trust the process okay? Just lay down on your back, and let me just surprise you.”

Wanda did as she was told, stripping completely to her naked truth. She lay on the floor, grinning as she watched your pupils grow. “What are you up to?”

“I’m an artist. You are the canvas.”

“What do I get out of this? And, How does this make me feel better?”

“I said, trust the process.”

Wanda laughed, “This process better be good.”

You planted a small kiss on Wanda’s forehead, scattering around to fetch the equipment you needed. Once everything was in reach, you positioned your legs on either side of Wanda leaning down to plant a row of kisses down her belly.

“I’m going to paint on you. I’m going to show you how beautiful you are with the marks okay?” You grinned. “Stay still and let me concentrate.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

As you began to mix your primary colours together, you moved your free hand to draw small hearts around her chest area. “Beautiful.”

Wanda blushed, arching her back to remove a hair strand from your face.

“Still.”

Wanda laughed at your seriousness and went back down to her position. Once the colours were to the shade you wanted, your hand moves instinctively to the right spot, just below her breast area, and you began to slowly paint strokes of mulberry purple onto her breast.

You then went on and began to paint more strokes onto Wanda’s body praising her each time you painted over a stretch mark. “You are insanely beautiful, baby. It makes me sad that you don’t see yourself the way I see you. You are perfect, and honestly? I think I’m going to use your body as a canvas more often.”

“Is this just a way so you can see me naked?”

“No.” You frowned. “Yes.”

“You’re such a flirt.”

“Can’t help it when I have a beautiful woman to love and cherish?”

“You really think I’m beautiful?”

“Of course I do. I think you are 10x sexier than you were before you gave birth. I have so much more to explore, and so much love to give you. I don’t think I will ever get tired of your body.”

“Gimme a kiss.” Wanda laughed.

“Now she wants a kiss…” You muttered, leaning forward carefully as you didn’t want to ruin that artwork.

“Now she wants a kiss… Women, I swear.”

Wanda hits you playfully, “Are you insulting me?”

“Technically, no.”

“Just get back to work.”

“Yes, Ma'am.”

After you were done with painting Wanda, you quickly toggled yourself off her, grabbing your polaroid camera.

“A moment that lasts forever.” You whispered as you took the picture.

As you helped Wanda up, you noticed that you both had 10 minutes to spare before the twins work up. “Do you reckon that I could have a meal before the twins wake up?”

Wanda hummed, “What would you like?”

“You.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff imagines #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff fluff x reader #wanda maximoff oneshot #wanda maximoff one shots

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importantchaosgiver · 16 days

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The Griffin And The Dragon:

And So It Ends

Summary: What becomes of the realm? What happens now that peace was kept?

Warnings: Angst

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No One's POV

One would think that after (Y/N)'s rather happy life, no more conflict would follow. Rhaenyra sat upon the Iron Throne after her father passed, Aegon ruled over Concordia with Aemond being his Hand, together in honour of their mother's memory. And no one died, causing irreversible consequences. Just peace. Well, I wish I could say that was what happened. But, that's not how the story goes...

Yes, these events happened, but they didn't last. It has been some years since Katherine and Viserys had died peacefully in each other's arms. Therefore, their children succeeded them. And all was peaceful. However, no one anticipated what came next. It was a rather normal day for Concordia. The sun rose, people awoke and went about their day. Aegon and his spouse spent time with their children as Aemond tended to the matter's of court. Peaceful and happy. As Concordia should be. That was until an ominous rumble of thunder was heard. Dark clouds turned the sky black and foreboding. And then, it happened. So unexpectedly, no one saw it coming. It was as off the Seven Hells had opened.

The skies rained fire, comets pelting down like rain. The ground shook trembled and caused houses and pavements to crack and break. Even the seas turned against them, rising high and crashing down on the land and people. It all happened so fast, only a hundred Concordians escaped the land, making it to Westeros safely. But, that was it. Only a hundred survived. Out of the thousands who once lived on the island. And of the countless lives that were claimed, Aegon and Aemond were amongst them. The survivors fled to King's Landing to explain what had happened. But, only about ten made it to Casterly Rock. Some Concordians spread out across Westeros, taking refuge where they could.

When Rhaenyra learnt of her brothers deaths and the cataclysmic event that took Concordia, she rushed to the island upon Syrax. Daemon and their children following in her stride upon their own dragons. When they arrived, the cataclysm had ended, but the damage was done. The destruction of Concordia was enough to bring them to their knees. However, it wasn't just the kingdom and the countless peoples deaths. All of the creatures whom user to thrive there were gone also. The island was dead and desolate. Nothing but ruins. Concordia has fallen, just like how (Y/N) dreamt all those years ago.

But, perhaps all it needs is to be remembered. All it needs is a familiar face...

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Coming soon...

The Hidden Griffin

"They cannot ever find out who you are," Eddard whispered. "Not who, my lord. 'What' I am. If they ever discover it, I am as good as dead," she whispered.

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Varys' eyes narrowed. She was something new. No handmaid could be that pretty. Even Robert had his suspicions. Something about this girl was different. Too different...

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"Beauty such as yours does not deserve to be hidden," Littlefinger whispered, his thumb tracing her bottom lip, feeling its soft and plump texture. "Embrace who you are. And everything will fall into place," he muttered.

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"I don't know why I care," Sandor muttered, cleaning his sword. "Perhaps, but even mysteries of the heart can be solved in the simplest ways," she stated.

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A new series...

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So, that is the end of The Griffin and The Dragon. But, it doesn't end completely there. Keep your eyes peeled for the next series. Enjoy!

#alicent hightower #daemon targaryen #daemon x reader #house of the dragon #otto hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #viserys targaryen #viserys x reader #fantasy #westeros #game of thrones

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sluttywonwoo · 2 years

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my brain hasn't been normal since that minho x mingyu x reader scenario to be honest, i still curse my brain for thinking minho as husband material and mingyu boyfriend material. the way you wrote that scenario left my brain like a windows update

minho's hand is on the small of your back as he leads you out of your room and into the living room. mingyu stands from the couch when he sees you, nodding in an awkward sort of half bow to greet you both.

"he's nervous," your husband explains, though that much is evident.

mingyu sputters in self defense but you disregard both men, stepping out of your husband's grasp and towards the dining room.

"are you hungry, boys?"

minho lays out the ground rules over dinner, though no one eats much.

"eat a little more," your husband urges you gently, "you'll need your energy."

mingyu chuckles under his breath at that, watching you as you obediently take a bite of your food.

“good girl,” minho says warmly, making you press your thighs together underneath the table.

a few glasses of wine and an hour or so later the three of you head to your bedroom. minho had scolded you when you tried to start the dishes after helping you clear the table. you just hated leaving a mess in the kitchen after cooking. but you had cooked so he would clean. that was the rule in your house and you should know better (according to him). besides, the dishes could wait. and you’ll be too tired by the time they’re done with you to even think about getting out of bed.

it all feels a little formal as minho leads you and his friend to your room but as soon as the door is shut behind you the tension somehow dissipates.

“darling, take off your dress,” minho says, cutting right to the chase. you’re a little taken aback but slip into your role easily.

“help me with the zipper, won’t you?”

“why don’t you let mingyu do it?”

you turn your attention to the other man and raise an eyebrow. “mingyu? will you help me?”

mingyu smirks and approaches you, rolling his neck and loosening his tie as he does. you twirl around so that he can get the zipper at the back, gasping when you feel his fingers against your skin. he uses one hand to steady you and the other to pull at the zipper, down, down, down, until it reaches the end of the seam. the fabric falls to the floor, pooling at your feet, and you take a deep breath before turning back around, now completely naked.

“should’ve known you weren’t wearing panties,” your husband sighs from the corner of the room.

you shrug innocently. “didn’t want to waste time with them.”

“you can touch her, gyu. start slow and then speed up. that’s how she likes it.”

you whimper as mingyu follow’s minho’s instruction, first bringing his thumb to your mouth so that you can wet it before moving it down to your clit.

your back arches off of the bed immediately with a sharp intake of breath.

you hadn’t been expecting it to feel so… different. minho did this to you nearly every other night but mingyu was not minho and you’re just now starting to realize that.

it’s been years since you’ve taken a new lover, you haven’t had a reason to want to since marrying minho. since you met minho, to be precise. he was fulfilling in every possible way.

it’s hard not to compare the two men once you’ve realized just how different they are in bed but you feel guilty for even thinking that way. it’s not that one is better than the other (although minho has had nearly a decade of practice learning your preferences and your body) it’s just. different.

mingyu is eager in a way that gives away his youth whereas minho is far more patient. he prefers to take his time with you, to push your body to its limits before finally letting you cum.

mingyu makes you cum just by rubbing your clit. you don’t expect it and neither does he so you’re both surprised when you suddenly start clenching around nothing and whimpering his name as you fall over the edge rather ungraciously.

“i’m sorry,” he apologizes. “if i had known you were close i would’ve given you my fingers or something-”

“it’s fine,” you assure him breathlessly. “i didn’t know it was coming either. i would have warned you if i did.”

“i guess we both got a little excited,” mingyu says, scratching the back of his neck.

“yeah, i guess so.”

you’re both smiling at each other like idiots when your husband’s voice cuts through the room and pulls you out of it.

“well? are you going to fuck her, or do i have to show you how it’s done?”

#answered #anon #seventeen smut #svt smut #shinee smut #choi minho smut #minho smut #mingyu smut

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dilutedapplejuice · 8 months

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Tw: descriptions of (fictional) abuse, neglect, and complex trauma

I’m rewatching soul eater (finally) and I’m at crona, the traumatized non-binary icon!!! And WOW are they autistic. So I’m making a list about it!

All my examples will be transcriptions (from episode 8) bc Hulu won’t let me screenshot it lol

*spoilers for Crona’s entire character arc*

1) Responding to abuse using very obvious logic

*Ragnarok starts hitting Crona and pulling on their skin*

Crona: That hurts me. It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! Stop moving around like that you’re squeezing me! Don’t poke me! Ow! Stop already. Don’t push my nose! You’re bruising me. Stop it now! I’ve had enough already!

Ragnarok: Now, now, calm down Crona. You’re so scary when you’re stressed out like this.

Ragnarok: If you don’t get it in gear we’re going back to the sleep deprivation again.

Crona: No! Don’t start waking me up every hour again! I don’t like it. The dark circles under my eyes will come back and I don’t know how to deal with the dark circles!

Ragnarok: If you let him hit you with that technique again, I’m gonna stick thumb tacks in your shoes. Got it?

Crona: No! Thumbtacks in my shoes would stick into my feet whenever I tried to walk. It would hurt. I don’t think I could deal with that, really.

*Crona gets hit so hard that cartoony stars and planets start circling their head*

Crona: There are stars and planets floating around me. I don’t think I can handle astronomy right now.

This is a bit hard to explain. Crona is describing things that are somewhat obvious to intuit (of course walking in shoes with thumb tacks on the bottom would hurt). Maybe this is a coping mechanism, to help them feel more grounded and in control. Maybe doing this repetitively is soothing, or compulsive (notice how it’s all the same format? “I don’t know how to deal with this!”).

Maybe they are trying to get Ragnarok to see their perspective so that they stop hurting them. But in that case, it seems somewhat clear that these pleads are not working. It’s almost certain that Crona has been doing this type of appeal consistently, even before they are seen in episode 7. Yet we see at least 3 incidents within 30 minutes of the show where Ragnarok not only chooses to bully Crona, but ignores anything they say (or paints them as overreacting). A different person might use their social cognition skills to intuit that Ragnarok will not listen to any kind of emotional appeal and make some other kind of attempt. Crona doesn’t seem to understand this however. They just keep hitting the same wall.

So not only does Crona not have a natural way of understanding social subtext, but they never had the chance to develop it because they were isolated and abused since childhood! It’s a double whammy.

2) Having specific rules with interacting with other things

Medusa: Crona, why are you taking it so easy? Do something.

Crona: It’s not like the ones before. Those were boys. She’s a girl. I’m no good with girls. What am I supposed to do with her?

Medusa: *laughs* How silly… Kill her of course.

Ragnarok: Wouls you hurry up and attack already you idiot?!

*Crona begins attacking*

Crona: But I’ve never seen a man with a screw sticking out of his head before! I don’t know how I’m supposed to deal with a guy like that.

Ragnarok: You eat him! Swallow his soul!

They are struggling with knowing how to interact with new things- a girl, a man with a screw in his head. Considering how extreme their isolation was, it’s likely that they are nervous and uncertain in the way an abled person might feel around a visibly disabled person, or a white person might feel around someone who is BIPOC. They don’t know what’s appropriate. But with how they’ve been encouraged to kill everyone they interact with, I would say this ain’t a typical response. Many people in their situation would follow the pattern and think “I’ve been told to kill x, x, and x. There’s another person who’s not my master or weapon. I should kill them too.” That’s not too much of a stretch, I’d say.

But the fact that they have a specific rule set to follow and struggle to apply it to new things strikes me as uniquely autistic thought process.

3) Struggling to understand other perspectives

*Maka hits Crona because they run up and attack*

Crona: You’re going to start poking at me also?

Maka: You should know that the hunting of human souls is strictly forbidden!

Crona: She [Medusa] said that it was okay to eat the human souls. I don’t see what’s wrong with it if she said that it was okay.

They just… kind of assume other people already fit into the context of their own world. Crona thinks that they are following the rules perfectly and is confused when other people challenge those rules. If Maka defends herself and hits Crona, she is the strange one because wasn’t Crona doing exactly what Medusa wanted? Why is Maka poking at them too? And why is Maka saying that Medusa is wrong? Medusa said it was okay, so it must be okay!

This is all clearly because Crona was brainwashed. Medusa seems like the only source of truth in Crona’s world because that was how they were raised. That’s literally the only thing they know. They just haven’t grown those skills of empathy to understand how other people might think. This just seems like such a specifically autistic way to be traumatized because of their adherence to the given rules/authority.

4) The way they talk

They just have that autistic accent. Idk if they’ve hit puberty yet, but they sound like a little kid. Slightly whiny, breathy. And that’s trademark autistic.

5) Eye contact

They are almost never looking at people’s faces. This could be trauma, this could be autism. Likely both.

6) Gender

This is kind of a “duh” point, but autistic people are more likely to be trans or gnc, either because they don’t understand intangible concepts or social concepts, struggle to present in a way that conforms with their AGAB, or don’t feel as obligated to follow arbitrary rules just to fit in. Regardless of if Crona is canonically a “boy” or not, they clearly don’t conform- our first intro to then was when they were mistaken for a girl and verbally assaulted. It’s likely a mix of their pink androgynous hair, childish voice, and clothes that makes them seem like this. They also don’t seem too bothered by different pronouns, if they even notice a difference at all.

7) Daydreaming

In the end, we learn that Crona constantly escapes into their own mind where they are on a tiny desert/beach planet, where they are happy and have an imaginary friend (if I remember correctly- I haven’t made it to this part in the show yet). This is also a very autistic trauma response. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had some kind of dissociative disorder like DID or OSDD and their friend just never fronted. And the specific fantasy of having someone who understands and loves you, in a small, controlled environment where you can do repetitive things for however long you want to…. It’s autism baby.

And… that’s a wrap! Thanks for reading!

And yes. This is a silly Tumblr post by an autistic person who doesn’t have any major trauma. I have no hope of understanding the complexities of childhood abuse and brainwashing. There’s no way for me to actually discern whether a fictional character is suffering from being programmed as a living weapon, or if they’re autistic (I mean, many things listed could be a result of Crona completely losing their free thinking ability and being dependent of their master to do all the thinking. Of course, and that’s exactly how Medusa intended it. Trauma does imitate autism in some manners. I just like to make lists). I just like to think that Crona’s psychology is a result of both.

Anyway. Drink some water!

#autism rambles #soul eater #crona soul eater #autism

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spanishskulduggery · 2 months

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Hi , you’ve probably touched on this but I can’t find the post. So a couple of questions .

1. my wife’s family only speaks spanish and i’m really trying to learn but honestly apps aren’t working for me. my ADHD makes me lose focus with it insanely quick. I feel like a classroom setting would work better but since Covid all adult spanish classes are primarily remote and that won’t really help me because with it being remote i tend to lose focus too. I need in person back and forth conversation with a teacher , do you have any suggestions for alternatives ?

2. one thing that has always drove me crazy is using verbs as a noun properly in spanish, so example i know the limpiar is the verb to clean and it’s conjugated like

yo limpio

tu limpias

El/Ella/Usted limpia etc etc

but how do you conjugate the verb when it’s being used as a noun? i’m noticing when i put things in google translate it usually takes on the el/ella/usted conjugation so is that how it works for all verbs? example “is the house clean?” the translation that comes up is “esta la casa limpia? so being that it’s limpia i assumed that the rule of thumb is when using a verb as a noun in a sentence you conjugate it to that form but i’ve seen instances when it wasn’t conjugated that way which completely confused me .

Let me answer #2 first, and I'm going to explain it in painstaking detail so please don't feel offended if I'm talking about things you probably know, I'm trying to cover all my bases

With your question regarding limpiar you should know that verbs don't generally become "nouns" the way you're describing

Nouns are people, places, or things and so verbs don't usually have that function - except when sometimes people use the infinitive form of the verb; in that case (el) limpiar would be "the act or result of cleaning" and you use that in more specific circumstances

What you're describing to me sounds like you saw limpio/a "clean" as in the adjective; adjectives are different from the verb forms but they can sometimes look like conjugations

In this case limpio "I clean" and limpia "he/she cleans" is different from limpio/a the adjective

In which case - ella limpia la casa "she cleans the house" is different from la casa está limpia "the house is clean"; similarly ella limpia el cuarto "she cleans the room" then el cuarto está limpio "the room is clean"

[There are ways to turn a verb into an adjective but it's usually the participle form; which is to say limpiado is "cleaned" which implies an action was already taken; you don't need to know that yet but I wanted to include it since most participles involve a different context and I didn't want you to be confused]

The issue with translators is that sometimes they don't tell you what part of speech you're looking at, so it can be confusing

Note: The noun "cleaning" is typically la limpieza

I would recommend looking into something like wordreference or an online dictionary - something that tells you the part of speech and the gender of a noun

As far as #1 that's more difficult and depends on what's in your area

I know there's a Meetup app that lets you look into different groups in your area, from things to D&D to museum tours or board games with people

I've seen some for Spanish groups or learning Spanish but again that will depend on your area, or like Spanish and coffee groups etc

Sometimes libraries have programs like that too which are generally free

The other option would be to have a tutor with you in person rather than an online one. An in-person tutor might be harder to find but I know they still exist. Unfortunately a lot of the resources now are more online or virtual

There are grammar sites and things like www.studyspanish.com/grammar or people who do youtube lessons that might be easier to follow at your own leisure but they aren't as structured

And I can't necessarily recommend Rosetta Stone because of the price of it, but I used to do it on my computer at home or at school because I can't be trusted to focus when it comes to my phone

You may also find some lessons in podcasts or interactive lessons like Mi Vida Loca from the BBC

For your purposes I would try the Meetup app and seeing what's available in your area for Spanish

I know there are also forums like on Reddit where people talk about Spanish and learning it and have questions, similar to the forums on WordReference or Instituto Cervantes. I also have used the exercises on Bowdoin myself to brush up on things

#asks #spanish #learning spanish #learn spanish #langblr #spanish grammar

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inchidentally · 2 months

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I have so many other things I want to focus on but my brain keeps deciding to write for my stupid F1 modern royalty au that absolutely no one needs !!

tw for dubcon - these are snippets from the carlando and dando parts only

“What? You cannot mean this, papa. You can’t. I won’t!”

Carlos Sr looks on as the attendants rapidly pack up his son’s trunk and cases.

“I can and you will, my son. The palace is sending a jet to Paris and we are leaving immediately by car to take a train from London. The less attention drawn before we are out of this grey country, the better.”

With that, Carlos Senior strode across the room and out the door.

Carlos collapses onto a chair, face in his hands. He doesn’t look up even when he hears the door open again moments later.

“Carlos.”

It isn’t Lando, but almost as bad. Carlos sucks in a breath and lifts his head to look Jon in the eyes.

“How much did you hear?”

“All of it. I followed you to Lando’s room - waited outside, trying to decide if I should… it doesn’t matter. Did-”

“No. We didn’t. He said no.”

Jon sags in relief but his face remains so awfully sad. Sadness looks all wrong on him.

“Were you just going to let him think you abandoned him when he refused to have sex with you?”

The laugh scrapes against Carlos’ lungs as it leaves them. It costs him everything to stand but Carlos has to show at least one person in this castle the respect they deserve.

“Surely it’s better that way? He will heal faster if he hates me. Landito wasn’t made to feel hate for long. You will explain it all to him, yes?”

Jon tilts his head thoughtfully in a gesture so like Lando it makes Carlos’ heart bleed.

“I’m going to explain it all, but I’m going to tell him the truth. It’s what he deserves.”

Carlos nods. It is far more generous than he deserves. Jon is right, as always.

He holds out a hand but Jon draws him into a brief, tight hug instead.

“You’re not a bad man, Carlos,” he says, keeping one hand on Carlos’ shoulder. “I hope that when all of this has blown over that you can be friends with us again.”

The blanket is a little scratchy but the earth beneath it is soft enough.

Daniel’s kisses are different: deep, demanding, rough. It’s all Lando can do to keep up. After a while, his mouth simply remains open, tongue lifting to meet Daniel’s onslaught. His hands slide haphazardly through Daniel’s hair and against the muscle of his shoulder, a nervous giggle bubbling out of his throat where Daniel is kissing it.

“Your beard itches!”

He feels Daniel’s smile against his skin before his lips seal around a single point on Lando’s neck. His teeth dig in and he begins to suck hard.

Lando’s wail seems to fill the air for miles.

His shirt has been opened at some point and Daniel’s calluses are lighting sparks up and down Lando’s torso. Thumbs flick at his nipples until they harden and are met with a warm, wet mouth.

Lando writhes and their hips meet, closer together than he’d realized. It’s only the second time he’s felt a hard dick against his own and Daniel is wasting no time popping the button on Lando’s shorts.

Wait. What’s happening? Wait. Wait.

His shorts and underwear are gone.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“Daniel, I–”

“Shhh.”

The warmth of a body over his feels grounding and Lando automatically wraps his arms around it.

“Don’t worry, baby. Won’t be breaking any rules.”

Daniel returns to sucking on Lando’s neck when a hand slips between their bodies and slicks something wet onto both of their dicks. The sensation has Lando returning to full hardness so fast it makes his back arch. But where– ?

Then Daniel is above him, face shadowed and so intense he could be a stranger. He’s maneuvering Lando’s hips and guiding himself one-handed. For a second, Lando wants to drive his heel into Daniel’s shoulder on instinct.

Then Daniel’s one hand is holding himself between Lando’s cheeks and the other starts jerking Lando in long, firm strokes.

“Feels amazing, right?”

It does.

“Amazing,” Lando whispers back in a daze.

With the way their bodies are moving it looks so much like they’re really fucking. The danger only makes it feel sexier. Each time the head of Daniel’s dick catches as it passes over him, Lando has to dig his hands into his own hair to keep from begging to be fucked properly.

He’s sure that’s why Daniel makes his thrusts shallower - why his eyes gleam even in the dim light of dusk settling around them.

For just a split second, Lando imagines his thighs falling apart and being speared and filled without so much as a ring on his finger, the faces of church leaders gaping in shock at the crown prince taking it bare out on the red dirt of the Australian outback. He comes so violently it wracks his entire body.

Unseen above, Daniel bucks against him and comes thick and hot and sudden.

Damn. Wiping both hands on the blanket, Daniel begins mentally kicking himself. He hopes that will still be enough to do it.

The sky has gone fully dark and it’s time to leave before a search party is launched. He pushes himself to stand and shakes the ache from his wrist. The creeping sensation that he’s played this all wrong at the eleventh hour has him agitated.

“Come on, kid! Clean up and let’s get you back in one piece, yeah?”

But Lando remains lying down, slender ribs powering through deep breaths, hips twisted slightly where Daniel had left them. Not a soul in the vast wilderness around them bears witness to the band of stars reflected in Lando’s wide eyes. Some galactic pool spills over and covers his unlined brow in a sheen of moonlight like the ghost of a crown.

When he finally sits up, soft and naked below the waist, he laughs when Daniel throws a leg over the seat of his bike and has to adjust himself through his shorts. The smile Daniel sends back is confused but he laughs anyway. Lando wonders if it could be like this all the time.

Then it all goes promptly to hell.

Lando is wincing through the pain and trying to help. Daniel just keeps gritting out shit shit shit and jabbing at his mobile, totally lost to his own freakout. Lando gives up trying to reassure him and focuses on lying in a way that doesn’t make his shoulder feel like it’s on fire.

The jeep arrives and four men get out. Two of them carefully lift Lando into the backseat. One of them is holding a phone to Lando who babbles about it being all his fault, he had gotten distracted, didn’t follow the track of Daniel’s tires like he was supposed to, had gotten sloppy and fallen. The other one is interrogating Daniel. Why won’t Daniel look up so Lando can catch his eye?

–

The hospital room’s lights hurt his eyes. It’s easier to answer all the probing questions with them closed anyway. Hadn’t he answered everything truthfully like he’d been taught? He was always a weakling when it came to painkillers anyway. He sure hopes most of the graphic details won’t be repeated to mum and dad. How embarrassing.

There’s dad’s voice now.

“Oh, I’m going to kill him…”

—

“They have it all recorded, darling. Once they played him what you’d said in the hospital he gave in completely.”

Mum sniffles viciously and squeezes Lando’s hand tighter.

“He took the bribe and left without a word. Didn’t ask to apologize to you or even say goodbye.”

Lying in a pool of unnecessarily cheerful sunshine covering his bed, Lando can’t decide if he wants to cry stormily into his mother’s arms or ask her to leave so he can send one of the many desperate texts he’d begun to Daniel in the days since Lando had been flown back to England.

Mum smiles sadly, as if reading his mind.

“He knew what he was doing, sweet one. You weren’t the first and likely won’t be the last.”

In the end, it isn’t really so shameful to sob against your own mother’s shoulder at twenty-two years old.

—

For the second time in four years, Lando opens the daily briefing email from his senior advisor and is confronted with his former suitor’s arm around another man’s shoulders. Beside the young Dutch king, Daniel’s smile is broad and toothy. As if to torture himself further, Lando opens the last selfie they’d taken together.

Daniel’s smile is exactly the same.

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duckprintspress · 2 years

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Capitalization and Em Dashes and Parentheses and Dialog, Oh My!

Two weeks ago when we posted our "Formatting Tweaks to Help Your Typesetter Have a Great Day" post we mentioned that the "Capitalization Quirks" section became so long that we decided to break it out into a separate post. That didn't get put up last week cause of debuting May Trope Mayhem, but the time is NOW!

Capitalization Quirks, or: How to Get More Capitals and Lowercase Letters Right So Your Editor Has One Fewer Thing To Do!

At the most technical, literal, simplistic level, all sentences in English should start with a capital letter. If you google “should I always start a sentence with a capital letter,” all the top results say yes. But! That’s overly simplistic. For example:

“I was just saying—”

“—That you’re tired.”

That’s wrong, because it’s not a new sentence. The “—t” needs to be lowercase. Thus, this should read:

“I was just saying—”

“—that you’re tired.”

Then, there’s sentences that “trail in” with an ellipse. For example:

“…when did you say that?”

This one, on a technical level, could go either way. Duck Prints Press goes with lowercase on this, using the same reasoning as the em dash case: it’s not a complete sentence, more of a fragment.

Some other examples where there shouldn’t be a capital (I’ll bold the letters that shouldn’t be capitalized).

Case 1: “In any event”—taking a deep breath, she flopped into her chair—“it is what it is.”

Case 2: After I got to the event (which took way longer than it should have, but that’s a different story!), we went to our seats together.

Case 3: Every time he thought he was finished—every time!!—he realized he’d made a mistake and had to start over.

Those cases are relatively simple and clear cut. Not all sentences will be. Often, when writing dialog, people use many permutations of sentences, not-sentences, ellipses, em dashes, and more. Keeping track of what needs to be capitalized and what doesn’t requires knowing a lot of quirky rules. People especially often end up confused about when text following quotes should have a capital letter and when it shouldn’t. The rule of thumb is, if the text in question is a dialog tag, it should be lowercase, even if the dialog before it ends in a question mark or exclamation mark.

(Again, bolding the lowercase/uppercase letter in spots where people most often get mixed up.)

“This example needs a lower case letter after it,” she explained.

“Does this—?” he started to ask.

“Yes!” she interrupted.

“What about this one?” he said.

“Yes, that one too…” she replied, sighing.

If, on the other hand, the narrative text after the dialog is an action (as in, not a direct dialog tag indicating how the thing was said), then it should be uppercase.

“I’m still confused how this works.” Rubbing his brow, he took a deep breath.

“I promise it’s not that hard.” She grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and started writing down examples.

To help keep clear when to do this: if what you write can be replaced with say/said and still make sense, then it’s a dialog tag. If it can’t be, then it’s not a dialog tag and it should be capitalized.

“I don’t know when what follows counts as a sentence and when it doesn’t,” he pointed out with a frown.

“It depends how you’re describing what the person said.” Her voice took on a frustrated tinge.

But! That’s not all!

“What about if I, I dunno…” He looked at the examples she’d written down. “What if there’s more dialog after the first thing said and the first batch of narrative description?”

“Then”—she grabbed the pen and started writing more sample sentences—“it depends. For example, if I’m interrupting my own dialog with an action and no dialog tag, then it should probably be between em dashes, and only the first letter of the first sentence is capitalized. But if instead I interrupt myself with a dialog tag,” she continued, “then that uses commas, and again, only the first sentence is capitalized.” She paused, took a deep breath, then added, “But because that’s not confusing enough, if I stop, then use a narrative line that ends with dialog tag and a comma, then keeps going as dialog, then both the narrative sentence and the start of the dialog sentence needs a capital.”

“What about if everything is a sentence?” He grabbed the pen from her hand and scrawled down a few notes. “Then is everything capitalized?”

She threw him a thumbs up, an unspoken “you’re getting it now!” implied by the gesture.

Aghast, he blinked at what she’d just demonstrated. Finally, after working his mouth in silence for at least a minute, he managed:

“Does this ever make sense?”

“No,” she allowed, “but when you do it enough you start to get used to it.”

Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s the worst. I probably forgot at least two permutations, too, but I tried. Fixing capitalization on all of the above is a constant effort. Good luck?

All of these more-or-less follow the established rules of dialog capitalization, but there are some cases that simply don’t have a standard. For these, it will often depend on which style guide is being used, what editor is doing the work, what each individual publisher has decided, etc. Here’s some examples, with explanation of what they show.

“I don’t— Like, what am I supposed to do if there’s no standard?” Frustration was clearly starting to get the better of him. (This is: self-interruption to start a new sentence—we use: em dash + space + capital letter.)

“Hmm…probably your best bet is to just pick a way to handle each case and make sure you’re consistent.” (This is: self ellipse-marked pause/trail off that continues as the same thought—we use: ellipse + hair space + lowercase.)

“So if I…I don’t even know… What if I can’t remember what I did before?” (this is: trailing off, then continuing with a new sentence—we use: ellipse + space + capital.)

“Just—just—just figure it out! How am I—just a person trying to give a tutorial!—supposed to predict every kind of dialog you’re going to want to write?” she spluttered. (First part is: stutter/self-interruption, incomplete/continuing thoughts—we use: em dash + lowercase (no space). Second part is: em dash interjection in dialog, which uses the same rules as em dash interjections in narrative—we use: em dash + lowercase (no spaces).)

“Wh-wh-wh-what, that’s all you have to offer?” (This is: stuttering incomplete words—we use hyphen + lowercase (no spaces).)

Damn it… Do you really expect me to make all the decisions for you? she thought…but then she realized she should be kinder—this was hard stuff! “I guess I’d just suggest…make yourself a ‘personal formatting’ doc and write down how you did…whatever you did…when it came up?—that way, when it happens again, you’ll at least have a paper trail so you don’t have to scroll back to check what you did.” (This is: the same approaches as described above before, applied to thoughts and narrative text.)

And, that’s basically that! Did I miss any? Questions? Comments? Thoughts?

In conclusion…

“I hate English,” he grumbled, taking up a lighter and burning the paper on which she’d written her examples.

“Me too,” she agreed fervently.

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