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etfrin · 5 months

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⤷❝ The Quiet Gift | Coriolanus Snow❞ˎˊ-

⇢☾Warning: NSFW | squirting, Snow is his own warning, mentions of killing, possessiveness, fingering (f. receiving), bathroom sex, mirror sex, semi-public sex (there was a gala), pinv sex, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), dumbfication if you squint, dom sub undertones, degradation, ownership kink, breath play with a twist | lmk if I forgot anything!

⇢☾Pairing: young president Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

⇢☾Summary: continuation of the arranged marriage au, this is your one year anniversary with him with a gala held in place to celebrate, you get insecure because of some bitches and Coryo fucks you in the bathroom with sprinkles of your daily life with him.

⇢☾Request: this is a request (idk if i’m writing it in the write place im new to tumblr i usually use wattpad) young coriolanus snow bathroom mirror sex like him making u watch ur self come undone in the mirror

⇢☾A/N: enjoy everyone! And to one who requested, hope you like this! :) this might be my last post of this theme btw, i am getting sick of the blue :/

arranged marriage au: the study, mine to love

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A year had passed of your marriage, a bond between two souls which wasn't much of a lie as before. Things with Coryo were better than you could ever expect. You thought he would isolate himself from you after your confession but so much had changed. He had gotten softer but more possessive. His edges are sharp yet he makes sure it's a shield for you, not something that would make you bleed.

Among his actions include changing your entire wardrobe (not without your opinion first), a library that connects to his office (his office is something you have access to at all times now), his room was now yours both (your favorite change), and last but not least a poison taster was included so that no attempts of assassination at the First Lady could be taken.

At first, you thought it to be extra, but knowing that it would put his paranoid mind at peace you allow it without much to say. He picked out your outfit every day, and sometimes you did the same for Coriolanus. He would frown as you decide what to wear or not for him for the day, knowing that some of the pieces don't match his style but when he sees your smile as you pick out the clothes. He smooths his frown and takes whatever horrible fashion statement you created for him and wears it with pride.

If anyone dared to speak up about it, he proudly said that his wife picked it out and everyone knew better than to speak a single ill word of the unspoken Queen of Panem.

Today was one of those days when you decided to pick his outfit. Today was something special after all. One year had passed since you had become Mrs. Snow, and a gala was to be held tonight to celebrate the union.

So yes, you were going to pick his outfit. You had even woken up early because of it. You giggled as you opened your eyes, your arm around Coryo whose hair looked impossibly messy, sticking out everywhere. It made him look years younger than he was. You chuckled at the sight, your heart clenching with the love you have for this man. You lean forward to press a kiss to his forehead and then his cheek. You whispered, not expecting him to wake up until his alarm rang, “Good morning, Coryo”

You quietly slipped away from the bed and tiptoeed to the closet. The closet you both shared now. One side carrying every single piece of your clothing and the other side his. You wanted to pick out something different for your husband once, sick of seeing him in his white shirts and black vest. That's how you picked out a black suit with a white vest and a red silk shirt. You could imagine unbuttoning this off of him tonight and the thought made your body heat up and a giggle escaped your lips.

“What are you laughing about, doll?” A voice, his deep sleepy voice startling you. “Nothing!” You quickly said, turning to look at Snow, your breath hitching as his eyes were half closed and his hair turned into a mess of curls. Sometimes you wonder if this was all a fever dream and if you truly have the privilege of seeing him like this. You placed the clothes into a corner and went to him.

You pulled him down, your hand on his nape and another on his cheek as you guided him to your lips. Morning breath be damned. His actions were reflexive with how his arms pulled you in closer as his lips pressed into yours. He smiles against your lips and soon both of your tongues tangle in an uncoordinated sleepy manner and you whimper into his mouth.

This was real. This was your reality and you would do everything to keep it as it is. You pulled back and he whispered, “What was that for, doll?”

“Just needed to make sure this was real,” you answered him. Your words make him crack a real smile, something even you saw rarely and it would only be possible in moments like this. Moments when you have shocked the man with your actions and words and made him fall harder for you.

“Well it is,” he grins. Before his expression clears up he focuses on the clothes you have set aside. “Outfit for today?” He asked. You nod and smile at him, gesturing at the clothes. “You would look handsome in them,” you said. “Don't I always look handsome?” He smirks, you laugh, “I am not falling for that trap, dear husband. I'll be in the shower, choose something for me.” You press a kiss on his cheek before leaving the closet.

After showering and wearing the red dress he had decided, both of you go on for your respective duties. The gala would start early in the day and there were a few hours left before it formally started as guests were already coming in.

The mansion was set up beautifully, no words could have possibly explained the amount of work and dedication to make this the event of the year, valued higher than the Hunger Games itself. In another universe, it may not have been possible, in this one however you somehow managed to crack into his heart and made yourself a higher priority.

You were doing finishing touches of your makeup when Corio came in, his hair slicked back but his body tense, his eyes unable to hide the shakiness in them. You don't say anything, letting the man have his moment of vulnerability. You knew you would mess him up even more if you pointed it out, so you continued your task.

You didn't pay him any attention despite the itch to turn to him. You force yourself to stare straight into the mirror, applying your lipstick for the night. That was until he came behind you, his arms around your waist and pulled you against his chest, his head propped on your shoulder as you felt him take deep breaths.

You don't ask if anything is wrong, accepting the rare form of intimacy he initiated. Usually, you're the ones for the hugs, the genuine ones anyway. You knew despite everything you were like a math equation to Snow. His mind figured out the formulas to keep you to him forever, you doubted if he saw anyone as his equal but you were perhaps the closest thing to it.

You had accepted it long before, but moments like this when Coriolanus allowed himself to be a human meant everything to you. You fell for every version of him, the one that is an untouchable deity who could kill you without guilt, and the human he was, obsession filling in veins making you the sole objective of his mind as he already achieved Panem.

You close your eyes, taking deep breaths with him. In the end, you were human too and you broke. “What's wrong?” You asked, as softly as possible yet breaking the bubble that had formed.

He smirks through the mirror, his eyes meeting yours, a sense of superiority in the blue hues. “Nothing’s wrong, my doll,” he whispered to you, pressing a ghost-like kiss to your bare shoulder. His arms cage you tighter, making a small gasp on your lips. “Okay,” you smile at him.

“Ready to start the gala then?” You asked, “Snows are born ready,” he replied, his tone smug.

One of his arms was kept wrapped around his waist while the other opened a drawer to take out a small box. “For you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your neck. You opened the box, and in it was a gold necklace with the initial ‘S’. You blush, and leave it to Corio to give you a necklace with his initials for an anniversary gift. “It’s beautiful,” you whispered, your head turning back and you gave him the brightest smile. “Help me wear it?” You mumbled as you handed him the box.

And so he did, and now a necklace was on your neck, the letter ‘S’ sitting perfectly on your skin. It scratched an innate itch for Snow to see you wear this. A part of him had expected you to fight, and be disgusted by this action, his mind thinking of several ways to make (force) you to wear the necklace. But as always you surprised him with your acceptance, as if you knew that wearing this would help him with his possessiveness. You were truly the right woman for him.

With his arm around your waist, you walk into the celebration. Countless people, the top elites of the Capitol were attending the gala. Everything had to be perfect.

Alas, fate is nothing but fickle.

The rumors didn't catch your ears at first before slowly the whispers caught up to you. Too busy with your life in the mansion and with Coriolanus, you rarely were social. You never had many friends from the capitols' elites. And those who knew were merely allies for the future. So the gossip never reached your ears.

Gossip you knew better to believe. Words change when they travel mouth to mouth. It can be easily manipulated too, your husband was a living proof of that. The snake tongue of all of Panem. But when the words seemed to get louder and louder, you couldn't help but feel maybe it's tinged with truth.

Snow was busy talking to diplomats while you were politely having a conversation with the ladies. That's when the questions began about some things they had heard about Snow. Each worse than the other but nothing you didn't already know. You make sure to change their perspective whenever something new comes up. Coriolanus was still new at this position, anything could snatch the power away if either of you weren't careful.

Feeling like you have finished the job, you begin to move away, only to stop when you hear, “...even wearing a pendant with his initial, she's nothing more than a whore who was pushed up to play the role of the First Lady. A woman of her standing would never deserve such a title.”

It was true, when Snow asked you to marry you, it was sudden and he gained nothing from it. Nothing, no money, power, and just a few connections you had but he had already impressed them all beforehand so there was no need for you. Your history in the academy wasn't all that great either, you were never the best but wholly average. A man like Snow deserved the best.

Insecurity claws at your heart and even so with recent events you knew their words were wrong. Tears burned your eyes. Your hand goes to the necklace you had on, your fingers twirling the pendant. Meanwhile, despite Coriolanus' focus being mainly on talking sweet to the guests and gathering sponsors, his eyes were on you, your every moment, and each person you spoke to. He notices you walking away from the gala and into the hallways. He followed you.

You were in one of the many bathrooms the manor had to offer. You stared at the mirror, the necklace you were wearing, and your hands traveled to the back ready to take it off. That's when Coriolanus enters the bathroom, his footsteps stopping midtrack as you freeze too.

“Coryo,” you begin to speak, your hand at your side now. “I was just-” “Why were you going to take it off?” He interrupted you, his face twisted in a glare you never thought would be directed at you. You shrugged, trying to play casual, “It doesn't feel appropriate.” “Why?” He questioned his tone icy calm, spreading chills down your spine. “Because-” because you didn't feel worthy of it. “Because you're ashamed of me,” he scoffs, walking closer to you. His eyes now fully glaring at you.

You frown, “What? Coryo, no-” He tilts your chin up, as he leans in, his expression twisted in fury, “Then what? There's no other appropriate reason for you to take it off then.” In truth, something was getting lost in translation, the women you were talking to earlier were going to be accused of treason in a few days. The cause? The rumors (some truth mixed in as well) they had spread about Snow. They were invited out of courtesy and after this, they had signed their death certificate.

“It's nothing like-” “Then what?” He hissed, “Did you finally come to your senses? Did they tell you how much of a horrible monster I am? And a horrible president?” You knew some sort of major miscommunication had happened but you had no idea how to deal with it. Not when Snow pressed a harsh, hard kiss to your lips, teeth clashing and his tongue seemingly fighting with yours for dominance that you easily gave over.

“You can't escape me, doll. No matter how horrible you realize I am. Think about running away and it's your dead body that will be leaving this mansion.” he whispered against your lips, his hands on your waist, your body flushed against his as your back hit the counter.

You chuckled at his words, knowing that would never be your end. His eyebrows furrow in confusion and it makes you giggle even further. “Dove, I am not joking,” he said, looking straight in your eyes. “I know,” you smile at him, “You…” you shake your head, smiling, you were surely crazier than him. You leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Those women said something… mean and it made me realize I may not be worthy of this necklace…” you begin to explain, hoping the explanation would calm him down.

You thought wrong. “You don't think I can decide who deserves to be my property, pet. Whom I let to be my queen,” he said, his tone deeper than before. He whispered, “I decided it's you. It's been a year since that decision and I haven't regretted it once.”

He manovaroued you so you were facing the mirror. He was right behind you, his eyes hard. “The woman you're looking at right now is mine. My pet. My wife. How dare you try to take off a mark of my ownership, doll?” You opened your mouth to apologize, but a moan escaped instead as he bit into your shoulder. He begins to press you against the counter, your body bending over as he continues to press wet kisses on your nape.

“You need a reminder about whom you belong to,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your skin making you shiver, heat spreading to your body as his hands unzipped your dress from behind, letting the fabric fall on the floor. “I am yours,” you moan to him as his palms knead your breasts through the bra. “Then you should have known better, my stupid bird.”

“You look away from the mirror even once…,” he said, his hands squeezing your breasts roughly, his head propped up to your shoulder, his face set in a smirk, “and that group of women dies.” They were going to die either way but you didn't know that.

You gasp, “Snow- '' His hands squeeze your breasts harder, bordering on pain. “It’s Coryo for you, dove,” he said, slowly yet firmly as if talking to a child. His hands move downwards, one moves to your hip, and for the other, his fingers slip inside your panties. You whimper when his fingertip touches your clit. At any other time, he would have been slow, and gentle when he was rubbing the bud but now? His touch was fast and unconcerned, his sole goal was to inflict punishment with pleasure.

He rubbed at your clit relentlessly, making you soak your panties with your juices. His other hand squeezes your hips. You whine, your eyes closing and he pinches your clit making you moan louder than you should, your eyes opening immediately to meet his gaze.

“Only warning, pet,” he whispered, his finger now playing with the clit even more relentlessly. Back and forth, up and down with no mercy, making the bud swollen and your pussy clench around nothing. “Yes, Coryo,” you gasp.

“My dumb pet can learn after all,” he whispered to your ear and then his lips kissed the clasp of your necklace. His fingers abandon your clit to swipe at your folds to gather your wetness. He chuckles as he continues to tease you like this, his hard cock pressing against your ass.

“Coryo,” you whispered and your eyes connected with his and you knew his fingers could feel the flex of your cunt around nothing. “That's it. Look at me, doll.”

He slipped his fingers one by one into your slit, the stretch making you gasp. “It's too much,” you managed to get out, your voice shaky. “You can take it,” he tuts. His fingers begin to message your wall, hitting every crook and canny you never knew existed. He twisted his fingers thrusting right at your g-spot making you moan loudly, your body was now completely bent over in front of the mirror and your hands gripped the counter for life. Snow continues to playfully stretch you out, scissoring your pussy with his long fingers.

When he finally deemed you loose enough, he pulled his fingers out without a warning making you whimper. He pulls down your panties around your knees, and then his hand unzipped his pant to take his cock out. Something in you liked how he was composed and fully clothed while having you like this, primal and debauched. It showcased Coriolanus perfectly, no matter how prim and proper the man was outside in the end he was as much of a mess.

His impatient was clear with his clenched jaw, one of his hands traveling upwards your body to grip your breast like a handle as his free hand guides his leaking, hard cock into your entrance. “I was going to fuck you good tonight, on a bed properly like a wife deserves,” he begins to say as he pushed in with a single stroke. Your mouth lets out a small scream as your pussy adjusts to his dick. “Instead I have to treat you like a whore, bending your ass over a counter and fuck you while there are people all over the mansion.” He shakes his head disappointed, he meets your gaze, “I expected better, doll.”

“Then why keep a disappointment around,” you snapped at him, making him raise his eyebrows at your tone, his cock twitching inside your walls. “I wonder that myself too,” he grunts, his face buried in your shoulder, his tongue licking your salty skin. “You’re my everything,” he whispered, “Don't you forget that, dove.”

It was a confession that made you turn your back and made you catch his lips. He groans into your mouth as both of your tongues play with each other, expressing words the others cannot say. His free hand went to grip your necklace chain, making you gasp as he fisted the chain and pulled at it, knocking at your breath in one go.

His hips had begun to pound into you, short, hard thrusts that made his cockhead press against your g-spot while his remaining length messaged your walls perfectly. “You don't have to think, doll. I am here to think for you. You don't have to think about deserving me, or Panem. You don't have to think at all, just be my bird. My bird only,” he grunts.

Your eyes had begun to see spots from the lack of air, he hadn't seemed to care as your pussy keeps squeezing around him because of it. He lets go of the chain, making you gasp and you take the air you desperately need as his thrusts begin to get sloppier. Coryo was too impatient, too worked up, too mad at you to care about your pleasure. You were a pet getting used and you loved every second of it.

“I love you,” you whispered to him, and he groaned in response, as his thrusts got slower. He was edging himself to last longer, for this not to end. He bites your nape, not hard as he does usually to make sure the mark fades in a few seconds. His hips continue to rock into you, both of his hands now kneading at your clothed breast. He makes your round flesh spill from the bra and cups them with a groan escaping his lips.

“You’re mine,” he said as he pressed wet kisses all over your neck and shoulders, “Mine.” Your pussy clenched around him, making his pace get even slower, frustration begins to claw your mind as your body tethers to the edge. “Yours,” you agreed. “Fuck me faster,” you plead.

He lets out a laugh, “No. You'll take what I'll give.” “Coryo, my love please!” You begged. His hips stutter, making you feel confused, before realizing why he had stopped. You hadn't called him that since that night and you realized you had leverage on the man.

“My love, please! Fuck me harder,” you spill, “Baby, please!” He clenched his jaw trying so hard not to give in to the instinct of rutting into you like an animal. Knowing that he was near the edge, you continue, “Cum in me and make me walk around the gala with your cum inside, please. Please, mark me!”

That did the trick rather perfectly. His hand wraps around your throat, not choking you but staying there as a comforting presence that shouldn't have been comforting at all. “My dumb pet has ways with words. Gotta fuck that out of you, my dove,” he smirked.

His hips begin to roll into you again, making you gasp and squeeze his dick with your slick walls. The start of it was slow and cautious before Coriolanus decided to throw it all in the wind. He takes half of his length out before slamming it back to you. The sound of hips snapping echoed into the air along with his grunts and your moans. He kept fucking into you, with no care about anything.

Both of your sights were obscene in the mirror and it turned you not to end. Your body had begun to heat, your pussy aching to cum after being played with for so long. The tension in your body was close to snapping, and he knew it too. Knew it the way your cunt kept sucking his cock in so well. His head was on your shoulder, his mouth breathing out hot air onto your skin.

“Look at me,” you whispered, and his eyes snap at you and not even a second later he spills into your cunt, fucking his cum into you as he lets out a whine for the first time. You gasp, feeling your build-up fading without snapping but Snow was never to disappoint. He pulled his cock out, just to stuff you with his fingers. You whimper, your sensitive walls twitching around his fingers, so close to breaking.

Coriolanus doesn't waste a second to thrust into your sopping cunt, your folds covered in his cum, and fucking that into you with his fingers. He crooks his fingers perfectly, hitting your g-spot and making you black out for a second as his fingers keep assaulting your insides without a care.

You gasp, your body starting to give up. Snow has to wrap an arm around you to help you stay balanced. “That's it, doll. Cum on my fingers. I will make you cum on my cock later,” he promised to you. You cry out as his fingers continue their fast pace of thrusting. And finally, finally, your orgasm builds up again. A single graze from his fingertip onto your spongy spot has you not only cumming but squirting too.

Even Coriolanus eyes widen in surprise as you spill your juices onto the floor, ruining your dress and everything. You begin to feel ashamed of losing control in such a manner, but Coryo curses, “Fuck, doll. Fuck, that was…” He couldn't even finish the sentence.

You close your eyes, feeling yourself close to losing balance, only for Snow to swipe your legs from the floor and carry you to the bathtub.

“I’ll take care of you, doll,” he said, “I’ll bring in a new set of clothes, wait.” “What about the gala?” You asked. He kissed your temple before he replied, “I told everyone to leave the moment you walked away. Told everyone you were sick and as your husband, I shall be taking care of you.”

You let out a raspy chuckle, it was rather amazing how Coriolanus Snow always turned everything in his favor. Even this would help his image of being a president who took such good care of his wife and would surely take the country to great lengths.

“Snow lands on top,” you whispered to him with a smile.

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wandasfifthwife · 2 months

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you’re mine, I’m yours

paring: Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

tw: 18+ MDNI, established relationship, jealous&possessive!Agatha, fingering (r receiving), magic strap in v sex (r receiving), sub/bottom!reader, dom/top!Agatha, mix of praise/degradation, slight exhibition kink if you squint

an: first time writing for Agatha, I hope you enjoy! Not proofread.

It wasn’t until today that you discovered your lover’s steady presence whenever someone, or apparently everyone, wanted you. It had built up over the week, the attention you got from neighbors, from the cashier, from your family friends. Whether it be in the library or in your front yard, there were much more eyes on you than usual.

You were finishing your errands, feeling rushed from the event you had planned to host at your home and had an overwhelming amount of people say they’d love to come visit. It would have been fine if not for the flirting undertone, and especially not in near your partner.

While you had crossed the street to head back to your home, Agatha had been waiting on the front porch. She was aware of the situation unfolding in front of her and it made her restless.

“You’re very kind, thank you, but—“

“Please forgive my forwardness, I should’ve asked if you were interested in going—“ and now Agatha’s had enough. It was cute when one person would fawn over you, describing in great detail of what they could only imagine treating you felt like. Only Agatha could the pleasure of knowing how you were beneath her.

She had called you over from her positioning on the patio. Patience, whatever amount she had to begin with had waned to a sliver. It was surprising she hadn’t already demanded to take you right where you stood.

“I promise I’ll head out to the post office later, I only—mpf” a hand came around you to pull you into a kiss that was entirely too inappropriate for public. Your delayed response had spurred her on, now placing open mouthed kisses on your neck.

“Please, not here.”

“I can’t kiss you in public now?” she asks, teasing.

A whine comes from you when she kisses along your sweet spot. It wasn’t necessary for her to be making out with you in broad daylight, but it was necessary for her to finally watch the man leave your front yard.

Agatha kicks the door closed behind her and moves you down the hallway so she can push you into your mattress. Her name just on your lips but not able to say it as she covers yours with hers.

It was all too much, and all too good. It was embarrassing how fast you were folding and wanting her body closer on top of you, so instead you push at her chest. She could see the glossy look already forming in your eyes, “you look so pretty, especially when you’re coming apart beneath me.”

She was seducing you, her breath hot on your chest watching the slightest change in your body language. The way you’d grip the bedding tighter in nerves, or how your body goes limp in giving her control. And it was all because of her.

“Does it make you nervous when I kiss you in front of others,” she murmurs into your stomach while sliding your clothes off your legs.

“A little,” you heave out, the feeling of her hands on you cutting your thoughts short.

She coos in a condescending manner, “get all shy when I’m showing them who you belong to?”

Agatha moves your legs apart, pressing a kiss to your clit, taking pleasure in how your body responded. You gasp, a hand tangling in her hair unsure in pushing her closer or pushing her away.

“You’re soaked,” she presses a finger into you, loving how it catches you off guard, “I wonder who’s responsible?”

She stops her actions, a silent demand for you to respond.

“You. Only you.”

She thrusts her fingers in the angle she knows you whine from in response. Her continued ministrations have you going weak, heavy breaths spilling out at each thrust of her fingers.

“Look at you,” she inserts another finger, spreading you out. Her attention has you spinning.

“There’s nothing that could get you riled like this.”

To emphasize she pulls her fingers out, hearing you make a sound in protest. She shushes you as she crawls off the bed, leaving only for a second.

She pulls you down so your legs hang off, the bedding wrinkled around your body. She whispers sweet nothings in your ear, adjusting your hips so she lines up with your core.

“Bet that man wishes to be where I am, staring down at your bare body. Don’t you think so? Do you think he could do anything that I do?”

You shake your head, the movement messing up the bedding beneath your head even more. She grips your hips, pulling you down onto her strap, a moan sounding from the both of you from the movement.

“Say what I want to hear,” she slams her hips against yours, the action hitting deep within you and pulling a cry from you.

“Yours— ah, I’m yours!”

“Would you rather I be that woman who messed you over, flirted with you in front of me?”

“No,” you beg, pull at her top, “I don’t want them, only want you.”

“You’re mine,” she presses her thumb onto your clit, a groan coming from her when you clench around her.

She continues massaging her finger along with her deep thrusts, which angle just right. Your thighs tighten around her waist as you arch your back, “I’m going to— oh! Can I?”

“Go ahead, love.”

You cry out, her name on your lips as you come. Agatha stilled her hips inside of you, grinning down at you squirming under her.

She kisses your forehead, allowing you to breathe as you came down from your high.

“I’m sorry, but I won’t be stopping until I can feel that all that’s on your mind is nothing but me.”

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i-fondued · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 | Ghost | Gentle Touches

A stolen soft moment with Cardinal Copia turns anything but gentle in the end

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Sex (duh), Swearing (but now in Italian!), some fluff, all 3 papas show up at one point LOL

A/N: This one is full of fluffy moments but also smut so yay lol. This is also going to be posted to AO3 in a little bit, in case you’d rather read it over there.

Also I love how much other people are loving these little PWPs, it means a lot to me that people are commenting and sharing. Makes the staying up late (11pm is late okay?? I am old now, with a full time job and kids T^T) so worth it!!

Here is the AO3 link for those who prefer to read on AO3!

“Sister, the Cardinal is asking for you.”

I looked up from the large dusty tome I had been skimming, looking for a particular ritual Primo had asked me about the day prior, he said it was to help with the vegetables in the greenhouse. A younger sister smiled at me, leaning around the bookcase to my table.

“Yes, of course, thank you.” I reached for my habit, tucking my hair away again. “Did he mention what he needed me for?”

“I’m sorry, no. He just said to have you see him in his office.” She shrugged before slipping away, no doubt leaving the warm library that I called home.

Packing up a few folders of translations and sections of sermons Cardinal Copia had asked me to look at after our last meeting, I pushed my work into the nearby filing cabinet and locked it behind me. Humming to myself I wandered from the library, down various hallways before ending up in the administrative office wing. His personal office door, large and ornately carved, was closed. I knocked twice before I heard him speak.

“Venire, er, come in!”

Cardinal Copia’s office was once a rather good sized space however since he had taken over the office became more cramped. The entire wall to the left was bookshelves filled from floor to ceiling, all his personal collection. In the center of the wall on the right was a large fireplace, a small fire crackling happily in the October chill, on either side of the fireplace were more bookshelves.

He had two armchairs seated in front of the fireplace with a small side table between them. On the table was a small tray with a decanter of his favorite whiskey and two glasses, ready for whenever he was hosting a guest. His desk was in the center of the room, a large dark wood that was carved much like the door into the office. The surface was practically covered in books, papers, scrolls, and many other knickknacks from his travels. Across from the desk was a pair of chairs, both with plush and welcoming cushions.

Today Copia was dressed in his black cassock, his biretta sitting on top of a stack of books on his desk. His gloves were also off, which was rare in a public setting like this, and were laid on top of his hat. My eyes drifted to the papers he was writing and I saw his hands were slightly ink stained, as he preferred to use a calligraphy pen rather than a normal one.

“Afternoon, Cardinal.” I smiled, sitting as he gestured to the seats in front of his desk. “The junior sister let me know that you had been asking for me. Is there something I can help you with? I brought the papers we had been working on…”

Copia didn’t speak right away, instead he stood and walked over to peek out of the door into the hallway. He closed the door softly, the lock clicking while my heart rate jumped up. Ah, that’s why he had been asking for me. I felt him hesitantly place his hand on the back of the chair. His fingers just barely brushing against my shoulder, a small shiver ran down my spine as I turned to look back at his mismatched gaze. There was so much longing in his eyes sometimes it took my breath away.

“I-I just wanted to see you…” He mumbled, a slight pink blush spreading on his face. His fingers slipped under my habit and I felt his fingers toy with one of my curls. A smile broke out on my face, leaning into his touch as his other hand came to settle on my shoulder, massaging the muscles gently.

“I missed you too, Copia.” My hand came up to rest on his as I turned to smile at him. His cheeks flushed when I spoke his name, we both were used to referring to each other by title. I knew he loved it when I called him his name when it was just us.

His hand slipped from under my habit, pulling it off my head and tossing it onto his desk. I felt his hand come to cup my cheek as he came to stand in front of me, slightly leaning against his desk. I leaned into his touch, heart beating steadily in my chest as a warm feeling spread through my whole body. He took the papers from my lap and tossed them on the desk before leaning down and kissing me softly. My heart soared, beating wildly in my chest, as I felt his fingers brush softly against the skin of my cheek. He pulled away and I felt like I was floating slightly, my eyes fluttering slightly as the cardinal’s gaze locked with mine.

“Cosi Bella…” He murmured before pulling me up into his arms, I squealed slightly before our lips met again. His hands were on my waist as he turned us, pinning me to the desk with his hips.

My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to me, as our kisses became more frantic. His tongue brushed against my own as he nibbled at my bottom lip. I moaned quietly, fingers curling into his hair as his tongue coaxed mine into his own mouth. He teased mine, sucking slightly on it and I felt my knees wobble like I was a virginal sister all over again. His hands left my hips to bracket my body as he leaned against me, fingers gripping the wood tightly.

“Cardinal…” I groaned quietly, my head falling to the side and offering my neck to him as I caught my breath. He rolled his hips into mine and I could feel how hard he was already. He kissed my sensitive neck softly, skillfully nipping and sucking on the exact spots that made my body thrum. “We shouldn’t…”

“I’ve missed you…” He echoed himself into my skin, lips brushing against the shell of my ear, the rumble of his voice causing a shudder to run through my body.

“What if someone hears…” I couldn’t even finish what I was saying, a gasp slipping from my lips as his fingers curled around the hem of my robes. His bare hands were a rare treat against my thighs as he slipped a hand between us.

“They will not say anything.” Copia murmured, his knee pressing between my legs and pushing them apart. “The Papas are in a meeting with Seestor, they will be occupied for quite some time.”

His hand slipped to brush against the damp spot on my underwear, and I bit my lip to stop the moan from spilling out. My head fell forward, burying his neck. I closed my eyes, taking a deep steadying breath and tried to bookmark his scent for later. It was of old parchment, leather, and his very traditional Italian aftershave. I pressed light kisses to the little exposed skin of his neck before I got frustrated and leaned back to start unbuttoning his cassock. He paused and undid the buttons, his fingers skilled and faster than mine.

Once they were undone to his waist, he slipped his arms from the sleeves, letting the robes pool at his waist. He only wore a white under tank top, along with a pair of suspenders, as he frequently told me the heavy wool would make him overheat even in the dead of winter. I smiled warmly at him as I slid back onto the desk, hiking up my skirts and letting him step between my legs. My hands pressed against his chest and I could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat under my hand, my own heart thrumming away. His mismatched eyes locked on mine and we both blushed, a small giggle slipping from my lips.

Copia leaned forward, pressing his forehead against mine, before kissing me softly again. My hands traveled from his chest to brush against his arms, feeling the soft hair as they traveled down his forearms. I tangled his fingers with mine before pulling him against me, he leaned forward and I had to lean back against his stack of books and papers slightly.

“Cardinal, your things…” I sighed dreamily, turning to look at what I was crushing with my weight.

His answer was to reach around and push everything to the floor, the splash of papers sliding everywhere making me roll my eyes at him. Most of which was the papers he requested of me, now mixed with his sermons.

“I-I pick it up after…” He mumbled shyly, rubbing at my arms. “It is okay, Sister.”

I started to open my mouth to fire a sassy retort but it came out as a strangled sound as I felt his fingers brush against my core. He smirked, a rare sight from the shy man in front of me, and I could feel the blood rush to my cheeks before heading right to my belly. I felt him grind against my thigh as he lazily let his fingers slip up and down my soaked core. He pushed my underwear down, helping me lift my hips to slide down my legs. I watched as he tucked them into his back pocket and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

“Mia Cara…you’re so ready for me…”

“Copia…” I whined, head thrown back as he teased my entrance with his fingers, barely brushing against my clit. I had to bite my lip from the moan that was fighting its way out.

I heard the sound of fabric landing on the floor, his cassock discarded from his waist. I reached out, pushing the suspenders from his shoulders, and placing feather-like kisses on his skin. He practically purred under my hands and I couldn’t help but smile at him. We were kissing again, his tongue tangled in mine as I groaned rolling my hips to try and get any more friction from his fingers.

“Ah, ah…” Copia tutted, a smirk on his face again, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke. “I’m not sure that you have earned more from me Bella…”

“P-please Copia…” I whimpered, his fingers barely brushed my clit and my hips bucked forward, grinding against nothing as he pulled his fingers away.

“In italiano, Sorella…”

“F-fottimi per favore.” I begged, not even bothering to try and be alluring as my hands slid between us and I cupped his cock through his trousers. I looked up at him, trying to do my best to convey fuck me eyes. “S-sono stata una b-brave sorella, si?”

A hissed line of jumbled Italian left his lips before he crashed them into my own, hungry and blistering as he devoured me. I felt his cock jump under my steady attention before I started to undo the button and zipper. Copia, suddenly more impatient than me, tore at his trousers. He tugged at my hips, pulling me to the edge of the desk, before he rubbed the head of his cock against me. I moaned, rolling my hips forward as the heat of lust pooled in my belly. Slowly he pushed forward, stretching the walls of my cunt as he slid into me.

I groaned as I laid back as my arms wouldn’t hold me up anymore, the back of my head hitting the wood gracelessly. My leg came up to curl around Copia’s waist as he eagerly slid deep inside me. I felt him begin to move slowly at first, knowing he was giving me a moment to adjust to the feeling of him inside me, before his right hand came up to grip my shoulder before he began to move in more earnest, deep thrusts.

“Fuck, Copia…” I hissed, my right hand coming to curl around his bicep and digging little half-moon nail marks into his skin. He slammed into me, a steady but fast pace was set. “Don’t stop.”

His left hand pulled at the neckline of my robes, gaining access to my breasts. He rolled one nipple between his fingers and I arched up into his touch. He leaned down, still managing to keep the pace he set as he continued to chase his pleasure in my body, and slipped the other nipple in his mouth. My left hand slid into his hair, scratching at his scalp as he teased the little bud with his tongue and teeth. I forcefully pulled him over to me, my kiss frantic as I rolled my hips to meet his thrusts.

The erotic, heady sounds of our bodies coming together was all I could hear. Copia’s breath was quickening and I could feel the heat in my belly building. I let my hand slip between our bodies and I quickly brought myself to the edge with my finger, moaning his name in the quiet of his office.

“Copia…I’m so close.”

“Vieni per me, Sorella.” He grunted in response, both hands now on my shoulders as he pounded into me, his steady rhythm occasionally broken by his own quivering body. He was close too, a heat pooled in my belly and I felt my head fall back again.

Another swirl of his hip and I felt the wall of pleasure that had built in my belly come crashing down, my orgasm so strong my back arched off of the desk at a sharp angle. I moaned loudly at first before Copia’s lips crashed to mine, devouring the sound as best he could. My legs curled around his hips, pulling him to snap into my sharply as I rode out my pleasure. Another few static thrusts and he grunted into our kiss, I could feel his cock twitch as he came inside me. He gave me a few more weak thrusts before he all but collapsed on top of me, his arms resting on either side of my head. I lazily rubbed at his back as we stayed connected for what felt like hours, his head resting against my chest and listening to the rhythm of my heart return to normal. Blissfully I smiled, kissing the top of his head as his hands caressed my sides affectionately.

“Copia?”

“Si?”

“I…”

The doorknob to his office jiggled as someone attempted to come in. He and I paused, gazes locked in equal looks of matched terror.

“Cardinale?” My heart was about to come out of my throat, that voice belonged to Papa Emeretus III. “Cardinale ci sei tu?”

We looked at each other frantically, both trying to quietly convey something to the other. I begged him to understand that we should stay silent, pretend nobody was in the room. He seemed to agree, relief washing over me. That was before he opened his mouth.

“Si, Papa, dammi un momento.”

I was going to kill him.

Copia stepped away from me, his now very flaccid cock slipping from me as he scrambled to pull on his cassock. His practiced fingers fixing up all the buttons, before he stepped towards the doors. I scrambled off the desk, slipping to hide on the other side of his desk. I peaked out from the side as Copia unlocked and opened the door just a crack. Terzo was standing there with a bright smile on his face, he couldn’t see me yet but once his eyes adjusted to the darkness I knew he would be able to see me.

“Yes Papa?” Copia spoke, eyes not quite meeting Papa’s face. “Is there something you need?”

“No, no Cardinale. I thought I heard something and I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Terzo laughed, rubbing at the back of his neck as he look in Copia’s face. “Did you doze off, Copia? Your paints…they seem quite messy.”

In that moment, Terzo’s eyes locked with mine and he gave a knowing smile. Oh my god I was going to die, or throw up, or both. I darted back behind the desk and I heard the quiet chuckle of our current Papa.

“O-oh, yes Papa…” I heard the shock in Copia’s voice and I knew he was red as a tomato. “I-I’ve been working on your sermons all afternoon. I think I may have uh, dozed off. Si.”

“No worry, Cardinale. You rest, by the look of your office you have earned it Signore.” Papa laughed before bidding Copia a good afternoon. “I see you at supper, yes?”

“Y-yes, Papa.”

I didn’t move again till I heard the door close, peaking around the desk to see Copia leaning against the door with his hand on his chest. His eyes closed and his face a deep blotchy red. I stood on shaky legs, walking over to grab my habit and pulling it on before walking over to the cardinal. I gently pressed my hand to his cheek, smiling softly despite myself.

“He saw me, you know.”

“Si.” His face looking down, he wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“Terzo is a good Papa, he won’t say anything.” I soothed him as best I could, placing a hand on his chest before he pulled me into a fierce hug. “Copia..?”

“Ti amo, Sorella….”

“I love you too, Cardinal.”

His lips crashed into mine, pulling the habit off my head as he walked me backwards toward the mess on the desk.

…

When I finally left Cardinal Copia’s office hours later, dinner only an hour away, I was covered in love bites wherever my robes covered. A happy and sated look on my face as I turned away from his doors, however it evaporated when I saw the three people sitting at the bench at the end of the call smirking at me.

Papa Emeritus I, Primo.

Papa Emeritus II, Secondo.

Papa Emeritus III, Terzo.

“P-Papas!” I blurted, bowing my head for a movement before a blush spread across my face. “G-good evening?”

“By the sounds of it a very good evening indeed, Sorella…” Terzo laughed before handing a crisp hundred dollar bill to Primo who looked both impressed and envious at the same time. “We’ll see our povero cardinale for dinner, si?”

“Y-yes your dark eminence!”

“Fantastico, see you then Sister.” Terzo waved me off cheerfully, I scampered away before I could simply die from embarrassment of being caught. I heard the sound of a smack on the head.

“Cazzo, Secondo. What was that for?” Terzo said.

“Leave the young Sorella alone,” Secondo grumbled. “Cardinale needs his own fun from time to time.”

“Apparently more than from time to time, Secondo…” Primo laughed. “Santana sii buono, Cardinale…four times…”

I practically ran from the Papas, holding in my own laughter and mortification.

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1863-project · 8 months

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sorry if youve answered this before, i searched but didnt find anything. but i see a lot of submas stuff with the bosses having offices and doing desk work, meetings, even needing suitcases! how much of that do you think a subway boss would have, and what sort of office work? or would that go to other employees?

asking you both as someone who works/ed with trains and as a pokemon fan with ideas on how post-league battle facilities (and the battle subway in particular) are run?

Hi, anon, I'll do the best I can!

A preface: I'm actually an archivist who works in a public library. Train stuff is a hobby of mine that I'm looking to really do more of because it's been a lifelong thing for me and we now know I'm capable of operating a steam locomotive decently well so I should be allowed to do it.

In terms of paperwork, there's likely stuff you'd have to do for a battle facility - things like setting it up as either a business or a non-profit, covering your legal bases and liability things, defining rules, etc. Once that's all done and you've got your battle facility up and running, though, day to day paperwork probably wouldn't be too bad unless you had to sign off on things.

The paperwork, I suspect, has a lot more to do with their other job, which is essentially running the Pokemon equivalent of the New York City MTA. In that situation, they'd likely be working more like stationmasters.

(Pictured here is the entrance to the Grand Central Terminal stationmaster's office. It's close to the track the 20th Century Limited used to leave from.)

Generally, a stationmaster at a large station or in charge of a lot of employees would be doing the following:

Managing the employees, their salaries, their schedules, etc.

Managing public relations, including social media in the modern day unless a staff member was assigned to that (please let it be Furze, railfans love Furze)

Keeping logs - day to day schedules, any incidents that arise, etc.

In their case, since they're in charge overall, Ingo and Emmet are likely the go-tos for emergencies, like bad weather causing issues for above-ground lines, flooding from rain, etc. If you want a good example of this, look up what Hurricane Sandy did to our subway system. It...it wasn't good. Since they're also more or less in charge of the entire subway arm of the Unovan MTA, they'd likely have to go to meetings with board members, and they would probably also be the ones running the employee union since they're working on the trains like everyone else.

Presumably, they'd likely both be FRA certified to drive the trains, because we've seen them talking about driving (and actually driving in the anime), so they're qualified both as conductors and motormen (engineers). Usually we see them working either in the stationmaster's office or as conductors, but we know they can drive, too.

So...let's just hope they have vacation days. Because they'll need 'em.

#replies #Pokemon #Submas

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hi! if it's alright, can i request some smut with jean from genshin impact with a sub!trans male reader? if you're alright with unbalanced power dynamics, maybe the reader is a knight underneath her– if not, you're totally free to ignore that. one idea could be that the reader notices jean is particularly stressed, and invites her to take her stress out on him, or something like that. i'm not too picky with anything, really!

i love your writing, and i'm excited to read more! (in case i ever come back, i'll leave a tag as 💙 ^^)

Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy~

Jean x Trans Male Reader - Overworked Dandelion Knight

Synopsis: Grand Master Jean is known to overwork herself. After the reader suggests Jean take a (sex) break with him, Jean shows him just how stressed she is.

Word count: 3.4k

CW: dom!Jean, sub!trans male reader, unbalanced power dynamics (Jean is the acting Grand Master, reader is a Captain directly underneath her), facesitting (Jean sits on reader's face), semi-public sex (Jean's office), use of 'Grand Master' during sex, use of 'good boy' during sex, use of 'Captain' during sex, use of the word "cunt", reader is desperate

A/N: I wasn't originally going to post this until later this week, but inspiration struck and I wrote most of this fic yesterday and today. Also, this is my first time writing a trans reader so I hope that I was respectful enough in my writing. But please feel free to reach out and tell me if I wasn't, and I will correct anything disrespectful.

It was going to be another long night. After the Traveler had left Mondstadt in search of their twin, the Knights of Favonius were not as equipped to handle things anymore. Acting Grand Master Jean, the current acting leader of the Knights of Favonius, had taken on a heavy workload since Grand Master Varka was away on an expedition. Jean was brave, loyal, fierce when needed. She was the kind of leader Mondstadt needed in the recent unprecedented times, and the kind of person who was also overdue for a break. As you were thinking about Jean, Cavalry Captain Kaeya plopped a stack of papers in front of you.

“I had hoped that our Logistics Captain would know better than to daydream while working.” Kaeya teased you. You glared at him.

“And I had hoped that our Cavalry Captain would step up and do something other than throw more work at people.” You responded.

“Hey, I work just as hard as you do.” Kaeya shrugged before he left. You looked up at the clock. 11:02pm. You were sure that Lisa was sick of the all-nighters recently in the library, but the work couldn’t wait. You began sifting through the papers. Most of the requests, or even outright demands, weren’t something that your department could even handle. All your department handled right now was the transferring and acquiring of goods, supplies, and other resources in Mondstadt. Kaeya knew this, so this was nothing more than an attempt to see how much work he could squeeze out of you.

As you got up to find Kaeya and give him the papers back–or rather, force him to take them back, you noticed Jean working by herself. She was seated at a small table tucked away in a corner of the library. Books were piled up high around her. She seemed to be working on something, or rather, about to work on something. You were surprised to see Jean outside of her office. She’d typically only leave for meetings. The last time you saw her was… well, for something other than a meeting. You wondered if she remembered the night as vividly as you did. You approached Jean, but she didn’t notice you.

“Grand Master Jean.” You announced and her eyes snapped up to look at you. You noticed how tightly she was holding herself. Her ponytail was frazzled, her hands were clenched around her writing utensil and ink, and she was hunched over the report she was “working” on. It was clear that she was stressed out.

“Captain Y/N. I suspect that you’re done for the night?” She questioned as she eyed the stack of papers you were carrying.

“Not at all. I’m returning these to Kaeya. These requests don’t fall under the Logistics Team’s jurisdiction.” You informed her.

“I see. Thank you for looking into them.” Jean replied as she pulled down one of the books from her piles.

“Of course.” You responded, and as you were leaving, Jean called your name. You immediately turned around and walked back to her table.

“I was working, just so you know.” She informed you.

“I have no doubts about that, Jean.” You responded. You weren’t one to question her authority, especially because she was your direct superior.

You found Kaeya and unloaded the papers onto his table.

“Hmph. Did you even look through these?” Kaeya questioned.

“Of course I did, Cavalry Captain. Now it’s your turn.” You answered. Kaeya chuckled at your remark, but you left before he could reply. You flipped through your remaining papers. There was a specific book you needed to finish your report. And that book just happened to be near Jean’s table.

You stood just behind Jean’s table, searching the tall shelf for the book you needed. After locating your book, you looked down to see Jean paging through a new book. It probably wasn’t the wisest decision, but you decided to move your work to the spot opposite of Jean. It wasn’t often that you had a chance to talk to her one-on-one, so you had to take every opportunity.

“Oh, hello again, Captain Y/N.” Jean looked up from her book at you.

“Hi Jean. I’m going to join you.” You replied coolly. You wondered if she remembered that night you two had spent together, but she gave no indication.

“Sure.” Jean smiled.

“Is there anything I can assist you with?”

“No, not at the moment. Thank you for asking, Captain Y/N.” Jean seemed as polite as ever. You couldn’t help but wonder what she hid from the public, besides that night you two shared. Perhaps this was a chance to get to know her more. You were interested in her, in more ways than one. You sat back in your chair, stretching your arms above your head. Jean looked at you for a moment but said nothing.

“Jean, I only see you when you’re working. Do you ever take breaks?” You asked. Jean shuffled in her chair. You wondered if she had heard you, so you repeated the question.

“I do take short breaks when possible. But this report must be finished by tonight.” Her tone was as stern as ever.

“When was the last time you took a break?”

“Captain Y/N, I appreciate your concern, but I assure you that I’m fine.” Her voice wavered slightly, but you knew better than to bring this up.

“I get it. Apologies.” You sighed. With the way things were going, you were never going to get to know her better. Maybe you ought to bring up that night. That had to get a response out of her.

“Grand Master,” You said in a low tone.

“What is it?” Jean put her book down.

“I think about that night a lot.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. Jean stared down at the book in front of her. There was no response, so you continued.

“We could always do that again, you know. I see how stressed you are. Why not take it out on me?” You knew you were way over the line, to the point that this stunt could easily get you demoted, or even dismissed from the Knights of Favonius entirely. But you were willing to risk your job if it meant you’d get another chance to be with Jean.

Jean took a deep breath. “Captain Y/N, join me in my office in five minutes.”

She got up from the table, pushed in her chair, and left the library. All that remained of her was her report and the stacks of books. You were surprised that she had taken the bait; you thought the report had to be finished tonight. Or maybe it just wasn’t that important. You looked up at the clock. 11:25pm. So that meant you had to wait until 11:30pm. Your heart pounded as the time ticked by. You had only ever made out with Jean once, never going any further than that. If you two were going to have any kind of intercourse, you’d have to let her know something first.

When the clock read 11:30pm, you had to stop yourself from immediately leaving the library. You got up, organized your area, and headed out. You stood before Jean’s office. Before you could knock, Jean opened the door and whisked you inside, locking the door behind you.

“You’re late.” She said as she shuffled across her office and leaned against her desk. You noticed the blinds on the window were tightly drawn, and a few candles were burning atop the table. The lights were dim, but you could still make out the general shape of the office.

“I apologize.” You were frozen against the door.

“Sit.” Jean commanded, pointing to the seat at the head of the table. You sat down awkwardly.

“I’ll be honest with you. If we had never done what we did, I would have dismissed you from your duties. That was an inappropriate thing to say to your superior. Do we need to have a discussion on your place within the Knights?” Something about Jean’s firmness was oddly attractive. You were curious about what would happen if you were to accept her proposal.

“I think we need to have that discussion, Jean.” Your voice was sugary sweet. Jean walked over to you and gripped the table harshly. She had angled herself in such a way that you could easily peer down her top… but you decided against doing so for now.

“Perfectly fine by me. When we are in a public setting, you are not to refer to me as just ‘Jean’. This includes my office, unless I say otherwise.”

“Uh-huh. What should I call you then?”

“Grand Master Jean.”

“I see. Anything else you want to tell me, Grand Master Jean?” Your eyes flickered to her top, hoping to get a glance, but Jean noticed your peering eyes. She removed her left hand from the table and forced your chin up to look at her.

“You’ll need to learn your place as my inferior. This will happen tonight.”

“Is that why you accepted my offer, Jean? To have me learn my place?” You smirked. Jean’s grip on your chin got harder and you whimpered, not used to the sudden force she was displaying.

“Do you give me your full consent?” She asked. What did she plan on doing?

“Uh, yeah, but there’s something you should know first…” You trailed off.

“Tell me.”

“I’m a trans guy.”

Jean’s grip on your chin softened. “Thank you for trusting me and telling me that. Is there anything off limits? Anything I need to know otherwise?” The fact that she was so thorough and kind reassured your nerves.

“Uh, well, this is more about you. But if you’re going to fuck me, fuck my ass or my mouth.”

“Understood. Now, let’s lay out a few ground rules. You are not to touch me until I give you permission. And you are to call me ‘Grand Master’ from now on.”

“Got it, Grand Master.”

“Then let’s begin.” Jean traced her thumb over your top lip and you began kissing it. She smirked. You took this as a cue to keep going, so you desperately kissed her thumb. You took it in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. You looked into Jean’s eyes with innocence. She grabbed your top, pulled you up from your chair and pushed you down onto the table. Your back was flat against it, and you narrowly missed the candles.

“You are to listen to my every command.” Jean mumbled as she leaned over you and brought her lips against your neck. She began sucking on a spot near your jawline, causing you to whimper. You hadn’t expected her to remember what you liked, but maybe she remembered that night just as fondly as you did. You hoped that tonight would be even better.

“Can I touch you here?” She pointed to your chest and you nodded. Jean continued kissing your jawline while running her hand along your chest. Something was stirring within you, and you wanted to touch her.

“Please… let me touch you.” You whimpered desperately. Jean stopped what she was doing and looked at you.

“I told you to listen to my commands. Right now, you don’t have that privilege. Or would you rather we stop this?” Jean traced her fingers lightly across your lips. You pathetically tried to kiss them, but she yanked them away.

“No.” She said firmly.

“Jean, please, can I–”

“Grand Master. Not Jean. Grand Master. Repeat after me.”

“G-Grand Master.” You repeated sheepishly.

“Good boy. Now, how about we do what you promised?” Jean smiled down at you. You gave her a confused look.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten, Captain. You told me that I could take my stress out on you. And I’m your superior, so taking an order from you is not something I would usually do. So consider yourself lucky tonight.”

“Oh, um, yes Grand Master. Please take your stress out on me!” Your voice was honey-coated. Jean pulled you up, so that you were now sitting on the table. She stood before you and your chest heaved. Being so close to her was a shock, an exciting one nonetheless. She grabbed your hand and brought it to her clothed crotch.

“Touch me.” She commanded, and you rubbed her folds through her pants. Jean let out a small moan. You picked up the pace, wanting to feel her even more. You wanted to feel how wet she was, you wanted your fingers to be covered in her arousal. But Jean harshly grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

“You are now to help me take off my clothes, Captain.” Jean demanded and you felt sharp flickers of arousal building. She guided your hands over to her coat, and you eagerly pushed it off. She brought your hands down to her belt, and your hands shook as you took it off.

“Everything okay?” Jean’s voice was softer. You nodded. Truthfully, you were just getting excited to the point that it was hard to keep still. You wanted to pleasure her so badly. She slid down her pants and stepped out of them. All that was left were her white panties. Before taking them off, Jean once again guided your hand to her pussy. You traced along her folds with a single finger, noticing how wet she was already. You looked up at her.

“Take them off.” She said. You ripped them off and hungrily looked at her pussy. You wanted to bury yourself in her pussy, but knew you had to restrain yourself.

“Now, touch me.”

“Yes, Grand Master.” You whispered as your fingers connected to her folds. You lazily smeared around her slick. She was wet to the point her arousal was coating your fingers, just as you had wished. You began gently circling your thumb against her clit, eliciting a low moan from Jean.

Hearing her moans only heightened your arousal; was it possible to cum just from being horny?

“Continue, Captain. Show your superior how she should feel.” Jean hissed. You steadily massaged her clit, while slowly working a finger into her pussy with your other hand. It felt like her pussy was swallowing you, begging for more. Her pussy was pulsing around you, and you could only imagine the last time she did anything sexual with the way she was responding to you. You looked up at Jean. She was tightly gripping a chair, eyes half-open. You figured that it was safe to keep doing what you were doing. But before you could add another finger, Jean gripped your shoulder.

“Now, you are to strip, Captain.” She declared.

“All the way?” You questioned.

“Yes. All the way.” She answered. You got up from the table and hesitantly took off your top, leaving your chest exposed. There were a few scars from your recent top surgery.

“Continue.” Jean motioned to your pants. You sighed as you slid them down, leaving you only in your boxers.

“You’re doing well so far. Only one more thing, Captain.” Jean urged. You took off your boxers, leaving you fully nude in front of Jean. She eyed you up and down before giving you a small smile.

“Such a handsome man, Captain. I’m glad to have you underneath me.” She cooed. You smirked at her statement. You hoped it wouldn’t be long before you were literally underneath her.

“How about you, Grand Master?” You gestured at her top half. She raised an eyebrow.

“Are you trying to command your superior to do something, Captain?” She scoffed.

“N-No, Grand Master.”

“I thought so.”

“Sorry, Grand Master.”

“Why don’t you lie back down on the table for me like a good boy?” Jean purred. You immediately laid back down.

“Since you’re being such a good boy now, I’ll give you a reward.” Jean took off her top, leaving her in her bra. You eyed the way her breasts filled out her bra, feeling yourself grow more aroused. At this point, you were almost certain you could cum from how horny you were.

“I’m now going to take out my stress on you. Is that something you can handle?” Jean inquired. Handle? Hell yeah you could handle that! You’d been waiting for this! Besides, you were the one to suggest it in the first place.

“Of course, Grand Master.”

“Good. I’m going to put that mouth of yours to good use.” She said as she climbed up onto the table. Your heart began beating faster. You were sure that you could salivate at the thought of her on top of you, and knew that you probably would be soon.

Jean balanced herself on your face, not putting her full weight on you yet. The view of her was stunning – you wanted it burned into your brain. Jean looked down at you before fully lowering herself onto your face. Your hands were glued to your side as your tongue darted out and began licking at her folds. She tasted delicious – faintly like fruit.

“You are allowed to hold on to me.” Jean said. You immediately grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer against your lips. You were desperate to taste her, to please her. You wanted her to remember the night as vividly as you knew you would. You felt yourself getting sucked into her cunt, and you desperately sucked on her outer folds. But the pace soon wasn’t set by you, but rather by Jean. She began rubbing her pussy against your lips, riding your face. She locked her left hand in your hair, bringing your face even closer, to the point where you had to pull away at times to get air. Being trapped underneath her almost seemed like a blessing. And at least you had an excuse as to why your report wasn’t going to be finished tonight. Jean’s right hand was furiously circling her clit. You pathetically licked at her folds and her entrance, accidentally brushing your tongue against her finger several times.

“Enter me, Captain.” Jean murmured. You stuck your tongue inside her, and you could feel her walls start to clench around your tongue. You loosened your grip on her thighs and reached your hands up towards her bra.

“Take it off.” Jean hissed as she continued to pleasure herself on you. You continued lapping at her cunt while fidgeting with her bra. Eventually it fell into a heap and you took this an okay to massage her breasts. You gently rolled her nipples, feeling them begin to grow hard. You continued palming her left breast, letting your right hand fall back to her thigh.

Jean began fucking against you at a furious pace, to think that you had any control of it was foolish. You sucked on her folds, her arousal pooling into your mouth. Her juices and your spit were slowly dripping out of your mouth, onto the table. You gently traced along her thigh, and continued rubbing her breast in your hand. Her moans were feathery soft, which only spurred you on. Jean’s grip in your hair suddenly got tighter, to the point where you had to grip both of her thighs to negate the pain.

“You’re doing so well, Captain.” Jean said.

“Who knew that my inferior would be able to please me like this?” She continued. You said nothing, only looking up at her as you continued flicking your tongue.

“I’m going to cum soon. Suck at my clit.” Jean removed her fingers from her clit and you did as you were told. You lapped at her clit desperately, engulfing it in your mouth. Jean pulled your head against her once more before she came on you. It splattered all over your face, a bit even got in your hair. Most of her cum stuck onto your face and tongue. You cleaned up her pussy with your tongue, swallowing as much of her cum as you could. Jean got off of you and began rifling through her desk for something. Even after she came, she seemed to be ready to move onto the next thing.

“Grand Master? What are you doing?” You questioned.

“Did you think we were done for the night? Don’t you want to cum too, Captain?” She asked and you smirked. This was truly going to be a long night.

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I posted 4,506 times in 2022

That's 4,506 more posts than 2021!

1,876 posts created (42%)

2,630 posts reblogged (58%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@concubuck

@smiledotdeer

@dementedstatic

@alastorous-disaterous

@sunbun-memes

I tagged 4,444 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#national public radio (dash commentary allowed) - 1,658 posts

#a day in the afterlife (face to face) - 1,424 posts

#charlie alpha lima (broadcast) - 1,266 posts

#reading you loud and clear (ask) - 895 posts

#encrypted channel (dash commentary not allowed) - 886 posts

#concubuck - 796 posts

#here comes the sun (ooc post) - 622 posts

#unknown signal (anon) - 420 posts

#dementedstatic - 225 posts

#radio baby - 206 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#// alexa feels that any adult unironically using the word yummy ought to be charged with some sort of crime but he supports cal on principle

My Top Posts in 2022:

[ Christmas has always been important to Alastor. He almost always felt good on Christmas. His mother would buy him at least one present, cook good food, sing carols, and, while his sister was still alive, he would play games with her. His life wasn’t always good, but just for one day, everything seemed okay for once.

It’s one of the few times of year he’s always looked forward to.

...and yet, hearing someone he holds in very high regard put the magnifying glass on why Christmas isn’t such a wonderful thing anymore, he’s beginning to question himself.

He glances at the list of guest singers he’d planned on hosting in his office for another day of singing.

He looks over to another list of presents he’d been planning to purchase for those closest to him.

He pans to yet another list of websites he’d written down that lead to Christmas-themed baby things: clothes, toys, what-have-you.

He looks down at his desk and smiles bitterly. ]

“Maybe this isn’t such a swell idea.”

[ He doesn’t even register that he’s murmured this aloud to himself. ]

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@concubuck “Yellow! Are you around and available at the moment? I wanted to see if you’d be interested in visiting that library I was telling you about a while back!”

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♪ I must seduce the ear, delight the spirit! A song is reviled if no one should revere it! So I want you all, yet none at all, to hear it! I've come to love a crowd just so much as fear it! No gods or kings, only man! No divine intervention with these mortal hands! The spotlight’s hot and all eyes are drawn! My makeup’s flaking, but my smile is on! ♫

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@concubuck "♪ Honey! Oh, suga suga! ♫ Are you available at the moment?"

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My #1 post of 2022

@concubuck

[ Speaking of supplies... ] "Yellow! Charlie Alpha Lima! Are you available at the moment?"

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #(( I'm sobbing all but ONE of my top 5 posts involves Buck. ))

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inspired by : BELLE, of Beauty and the Beast

added inspo !

SUZU NAITO/BELLE, of Ryū to Sobakasu no Hime

ELLIE CHU, of The Half of It

NANCY WHEELER, of Stranger Things

ANNABETH CHASE, of Percy Jackson

EVY O’CONNELL, of The Mummy (1999-2001)

full name. belle rousseau faceclaim. u_rassaya sperbun_d dob. october 7 1995 (27 years old) zodiac. libra occupation. executive assistant for james sullivan (sullivan inc.)

physical description.

thick, dark hair that reaches just below her shoulders

5′5″

wears business-casual or cottagecore, there’s no in between

birthplace. paris (france) orientation. bi-romantic, demisexual.

song. peace, by taylor swift

but I'm a fire, and i'll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade ocean wave blues come all these people think love's for show but I would die for you in secret the devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

film. you’ve got mail (1997) education. high school diploma + diploma of library services temperament. sanguine mbti. INFP alignment. neutral good abilities. N/A (except maybe putting hot-tempered people in their place hehe) hogwarts house. ravenclaw emoji. ( 💙📖🌹🤔😒✌️👏🥳 )

( some of the information below is taken from the history of belle in her original introductions post. pls think of that that as her concrete introduction, revealing her past and her intentions before she officially entered elias )

present !!

belle came to elias with a billion questions in her mind: would she be tied forevermore to Adam and his story? would she be able to be her own person, and did she even know who that was anymore? and where was the enchantress?

so far, she has been able to balance her search for the enchantress while also living her new life in the city:

she has been playing d&d with an npc group of characters

she has begun work as a casual library officer at the elias public library (working average 3 days a week)

she volunteers to as many community events as possible

past !!

the rousseau family moved into the town of villeneuve from paris when belle was 7 years old.

her mother had died in paris and her father, heartbroken, moved them to a small town that was in need of a mechanic (not for cars, mind you, but for stoves and other household items). they bought a little cottage on the edge of town, with enough space for a garden and a garage for his inventions. when the townsfolk realised how peculiar he was, they stopped calling on him almost immediately. but the rousseaus were there to stay.

villeneuve had one little library that had only 2 bookshelves and a magazine rack. by the time she was 10 years old, she had read (or tried to read) everything in the catalogue, and then one day, the librarian installed the town’s first public computer. here, belle was able to find answers to anything her heart desired (between the hours of 10am-3pm on weekdays!).

technology came slow to their little town, and while people adapted to mobile phones and laptops and the internet, they still preferred to focus on the goings-on in each other’s lives. this was a town where the roads were still kinder to the horse and cart, than to cars.

belle and her father lived low-income, only having enough to just scrape by. she was happy with her books, and her notebooks filled with her imaginations, and of course, the library computer. these were the escapes she relied on, as well as the monthly library donation from adjoining towns and the city. she loved to consume new stories and media as they came along, but none had intrigued her as much as a ‘dungeons and dragons adventure book’.

belle and d&d !!

as a young child and teenager, if she couldn’t yet go on her own adventure, she would create and live out one on a table. d&d seemed more alive than simply writing down her story ideas.

but alas, there was no one she could play with in her town (aside from her father).

ever headstrong and defiant, when she was 17 years old, she made a couple of posters and hung them up around town, advertising a campaign she wanted to start, asking for players to join. When the day came, several peers showed up — but they were either people who wanted to make fun of her, or people who wanted time alone with her. disgusted, she snapped her adventure book closed, gathered her dice, and marched out of the school hall she’d hired for the day.

belle growing up !!

she was beautiful as she was smart and defiant. the only other interaction she had with her peers, other than avoiding their gossip and also the boys’ attention, was helping them with assignments at school. it wasn’t really tutoring so much as assessing their essays and homework before submission. but this was short lived; while she offered helpful constructive criticism, her peers did not like being criticised.

she also created more posters to spread knowledge about the events of the world around them, and provide a fact-check against the misinformation around town about all sorts of topics.

as she grew older, dnd slowly moved to the back of her mind. her energy became more focussed on taking care of her father, of living through the day without a suitor trying to catch her attention.

her days were filled with daily chores and quiet reading, until she went and studied online for a diploma in library services.

she almost didn’t pursue her studies — her father had insisted on paying, but she refused, knowing that they simply couldn’t afford it.

instead, the town librarian (who had known belle since she was 7 years old), offered to pay for the diploma. belle refused adamantly, and she got into a lengthy discussion with the librarian that ultimately ended in her accepting his gift.

to this day, she still intends to pay him back.

belle finished her diploma a few weeks before her father disappeared.

she was meant to head to the graduation in paris, the day after her father returned from the fair. it was meant to be her first big trip out of villeneuve since moving but when he didn’t come back … the rest was history.

belle had always wanted an adventure, to best a villain, to save someone she loved. but coming into the castle and getting to know the residents and adam had changed her mind completely. having seen the world in stark black and white before, she now saw the greys. adam and the castle had turned her entire world upside down, and while at first it seemed like it was for the worst, she can now see it was really for the better.

future !! ( EXTERNAL )

what is belle looking for?

the enchantress

more information about magic

more friends to play d&d with!

friends that accept her for who she is, who are openminded and not judgmental, who share her values. she will not tolerate bigots or meanspirited people.

( INTERNAL )

she’s also looking for her place in the world after finishing her quest to save adam from his curse

she’s looking for clarity and stability. the lack of these two is a great cause for worry and angst in belle, as she longs for a never-ending adventure but the reality of living day-to-day weighs in her chest.

taken connections

adam. friends.

howl. friends.

aurora. friends.

barley. friends. d&d party.

james sullivan. friends.

wanted connections (these plots can also come from currently taken/planned connections!)

negative — along the lines of frenemy/enemy

neutral — starts off neutral, can go either pos or neg

positive — friendly, romantic, platonic, anything!

— — — specific plots .

neutral. someone who develops a crush on belle. she finds her ‘so-called beauty’ incredibly uncomfortable and has always found crushes on her strange because usually they are from people she hardly knows and the feelings are shallow.

if it’s someone she does know very well, that could be an interesting discussion.

positive. someone who introduces belle to LARPing !!!

neutral. someone who helps belle acknowledge that she’s so close to burning out. this can happen after her burn-out or not.

neutral. similar to the burn-out plot, someone who catches belle when she’s already burnt out. she usually disconnects and disappears from everyone she knows when she feels overwhelmed and burnt out. someone pls find her.

( i’m currently avoiding romantic plots with belle as so far she has not given me vibes that she wants romance - 29/5/2022 )

— — — general connections .

positive. casual friends to go to trivia nights with, have tea, go book-hunting

positive. more people to play d&d with !!

positive. someone who knows the forest well who can walk with belle and show her things !! teach her things !!

negative. someone who rubs belle the wrong way, someone she butts heads with.

#walt.intro #for the taken connections #i only did the ones that already have threads with her ><#like established connections #pls let me know if i missed anyone!!#god this got long #about.

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What was your favorite book to read this past year!

oooo good question!! i didn't keep great track of the books i read last year because i was made aware that if i want to write more books it's kinda faux pas to be posting public negative reviews (i'm gonna make some private / new accounts or try a spreadsheet method or something) but the ones i remember liking the most were

i'm glad my mom died by jenette mccurdy

a marvellous light by freya marske

i reread the ruby red series aksdlfjsadj i love that one so bad ok

early this year i was still working at the library and listening to multiple audiobooks a week, which lead to me reading a lot of books that i wouldn't have typically picked up that weren't the best (i was just grabbing anything available)

and then after i got my new job where i listen to audiobooks for 40 hours a week, i've cut back on reading because i both have less time, less commute time (i'm only in office one day a week) and shockingly: i got kinda bored of reading

this year i plan to make a significant dent in my physical tbr list so i can get rid of books i'm not interested in keeping!

#Thanks from the Argo!#Anonymous #not pjo #tea reads tag #NOT A GREAT ANSWER #answered #anon

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intolerancecare · 5 months

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Books and Voice

I really don't understand why my voice changes. I have always been trying to hone my voice most especially when I'm using this language.

There is always a heavy baggage in my chest whenever I have Kris Aquino's kind of voice.

By the way, I bought a few books yesterday. I'm planning to donate them to a public school where I am immersing. They only have a small library. When I was a student, I don't usually have textbooks and workbooks. They are expensive. We just borrowed from other people. I was even sent outside class because of a rule that my teacher (who happens to be one of my brother's god mother) said. She didn't expect that I'll be the only one who will not bring a book in class. She gave me an old copy after. I don't really feel down just because I don't have school books. My mother was an English teacher. I have more access with reading books. All kinds since I was young. My classmates won't be able to read the books that I had. All stories. It started with fairy tale books that my mother's students lent me. Fairy tales and toy magazines. My mother has lots of reading books also that she uses for teaching. My kuya (cousin) has so many comics, he had daily supply of a local comics here in the Phils. Yes, Funny comics made me learn how to read. He had another collection when we got older. I was his book thief. He was also like my father and grandfather. They have favourite newspapers that they read every day. My family actually love the English language so much or we are so engrossed with foreign stuff. I also frequent the library because I always stay at school after class to wait for my mother who was teaching. It was my turf. One of my regrets, I refused to take the presidency of Book lovers club because I was already chosen to succeed a post in another club. It was a new club. Really made me sad that the officers aren't readers. Top students but not readers. Not book lovers. I had lots of reading books but I don't keep them, I lend them because borrow too. We passed on books.

I want to share what I thought was my advantage to some other kids. Maybe they won't be around the same people that I had or experience what I had. I want to leave the skills and knowledge. I thought if you are not rich in money, you can be with knowledge, and that is a good start.

I don't like this voice, my voice is skidding. My high school voice.

Another thing, some people are like leech, right? Like the G.

I made mistakes? because I am skeptic. I can list down what I did. they always put me in positions vulnerable to mistakes. I have no routine. Most of them prepared. Doing the same work in a day, in weeks and months and years (Hello brat). Me, changes tasks more than once in a day. I'll guess, the G managers are paying my cousins now? I have two siblings who said that their school is owned by a G but they were not mentioned in the school's history. why do you think I will not think that they are related to those who sent me to rehab? My siblings studied there during high school only. Just 4 years. They were already Valedictorians before enrolling. They can be good students anywhere. They don't have any right at me.

Yesterday, I also saw a man who looks like my molester. Scary. I was just too young to remember the exact face. A bit taller than the average, thin and crew cut hair. Ugly. the kind who wears dog tags. Illiterate kind of boys here. Dependent from family. Japayuki. You know my mother's family were poor mostly girls in a brood of 10. In that small puritan town, there are so many Japayuki's. My mother's sister had fights with those who were forcing them to be Japayuki's. Base on my orientation they are drinking club entertainers. Maybe the name was taken from the word Karayuki. I heard this from my History professor in UP. It means travelling prostitutes. I hate it that I was added to my family. I was a very, very minor then. My tito also worked in Japan. He had a very distinct position. We don't need them for any connection. They are probably lower than my tito's staff.

Maybe you get warried of me mentioning my family here. I miss my father's family. They are old, even my siblings who can reach them are parting away. I am the only one who is stagnant. Still a child. I helped raised my own family. I hope they will look back to those who help my parents raised us. We only joined my mother's family when I was already in college. My mother had again a longer feud with my father's. I mean, my younger siblings only got to know my mother's at that time. I hate it that we are parting from my father's because we have to help my mother's. But they are not like us. We strived to be independent. I don't see any hint that they are making moves to be independent someday. All relying to my brother. Me temporary because I don't want to be with them.

Cherry leech. I don't need their visa stamps.

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miiyumei · 6 months

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RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Thanks for the tag @rocketnebulas <3 Welcome to my own personal hell! For the sake of my sanity, I try to keep all docs labeled with "ship + title/description." I included everything I have a doc for, though many of them have nothing more than a single note in them. Some have also not been touched in 2 years! But they're still here, outlined below :D

Also tagging anyone that wants to do this; I have more WIPs than friends.

Bungo Stray Dogs:

fyolai: creature fear

skk: break point

skk: punisher

skk: miraculous ladybug

skk: left at the graveyard

skk: ikigai

skk: fated to—

skk: airport

skk: go figure/ice princess au

skk: breaking curfew with illegal fireworks

skk: overdrive

skk: lonely god au

skk: college au

sskk: airport fuck

sskk: flatshare au

sskk: weekend getaway fic !

sskk: figure skater/hockey player (?)

sskk: we can make it so divine

sskk: running scared (i was there)

sskk/skk: office au (ghost files)

sskk/skk: vinci au

putting all other fandoms under the read more!

Chainsaw Man

akiangel: operation (something)

akiangel: small town au

akiangel: and at once i knew (i was not magnificent)

akiangel: 'til our fingers decompose (keep my hand in yours)

Daiya no Ace

kousawa: break these clocks (forget about time)

kuramiyu: alas, poor kazuya (i knew him well)

misawa: cinnamon rolls

misawa: the hallmark movie

miyuki/nori - once u get there in the manga

miyumei: it's just another graceless night

miyumei: reeling through the midnight streets

Haikyuu

ace sakusa

akaashi & sakusa: university bffs

asexual akaashi

atsuhina: your love is sunlight

bokuaka: the hallmark movie

IWAOI AU WEEK FIC

iwaoi: the dive

iwaoi: bachelor au notes and outline

kagehina: falling feels like flying til the bone crush

kagehina: go figure!!

kagehina: public library au

kagehina: the road not taken looks real good now

kagehina: i hate you a latte

kuroaka: office/linkedin au

osaaka: in a crowd of thousands

sakuatsu: tied me to you (soulmate goose)

sunakomo: coffee's for closers

sunakomo: our color blue

tsukiyama: you could call me babe for the weekend

HunterxHunter

leopika: academic rivals

Jujutsu Kaisen

inuokko: baby love me 'cause i'm playing on the radio

inuokko: SPACE THE FINAL FRONTIER

inuokko: bed sharing post mission

nobamaki: space girl (show me the stars)

satosugu: tried and true blue

Sk8 the Infinity

renga: reki the soundcloud rapper au

#miiyumei writes #welcome to the inner workings of my mind

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The Old Salem Post

Our Local Tamassee-Salem SC Area News each Monday except holidays Contact: [email protected] Distributed to local businesses, town hall, library. Volume 7 Issue 16 Week of April 17, 2023 https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/oldsalempost-blog Lynne Martin Publishing

EDITOR: I can think of no better words to share than my morning devotion: I Chronicles 16: 8-9 “Give thanks unto the Lord, call upon his name, make known his deeds among the people. Sing unto him, sing psalms unto him, talk of all his wondrous works.” LRMartin

Town of SALEM: The town is hosting Litter Pick-up on Saturday, April 22, which is Earth Day. Meet at Calvary church parking lot at 8:30am to begin at 9am. We will cover from the post office on highway 130 north to highway 11. We need tons of volunteers. We have trash bags, gloves, vests and some grabbers. If kids need community service hours this is a great opportunity. Two Cruise-ins this summer: May 13th at 5pm. September 9th at 5pm. Town Council Meeting, Tuesday, April 18 at 5pm. Rec Department: Spring games have begun. Uniforms were given out on Friday night. Home games will be held at both the Eagle field and the Tamassee field. Check with the town on schedules. Come out and support our teams!

SALEM LIBRARY: Open Monday 10am-6pm– Tuesday-Friday 9am-5pm.

Jottings from Jeannie: My HEROES and SHEROES are folks who get an idea and use their talents to breathe life into a business. As a young man, Leon Levine used his $6000 life savings to open his first Family Dollar Store in Charlotte. These small, convenient neighborhood stores fulfilled a need. By 2019, Leon owned 8,000 stores and was a billionaire. He used his profits to fund hospitals, colleges, public projects and research labs. Leon died last week at age 85. Thanks Leon. Good Job! Don't you love it that we have two convenient neighborhood stores nearby! I am so thankful that we no longer have to run in to Walhalla for every little thing! Think of things for which you are grateful in our little corner of the world! You Princesses of Pickett Post! You Fine Fellows of Fiddlers' Cove! Miz Jeannie loves you!

Pat’s Cash and Carry open 11am-4pm Tuesday–Saturday-Hotdogs, Icecream, sandwiches &more

JOCASSEE VALLEY BREWING COMPANY,(JVBC) & COFFEE SHOP 13412 N Hwy 11 Open Wed–Sat-Sat 8am-9pm. Sun 2pm-7pm. Events this week: Special Open Tuesday this week for Trail Talk Tuesday at 5pm-9pm. Wednesday: Blue Grass Jam at 6:30pm, Food Truck: Kiss My ASADA to set up at 12pm. Fri– FOOD Truck : Kodesh BBQ bowls Music: Fayssoux McLean at 6:30pm. Sat–Music: Mary Mahaffey 6:30pm Food: Wing Wagon.

CONSERVATION CORNER: Land owner meeting: There was great representation of kindred spirits at a recent landowner meeting on preserved property of the hosting landowner. We broke break together before sunset, below the protected scenic view of Stump House Mountain. This area was almost closed to public access due to a developer in Florida wanting to build a gated community in 2007. Local grass-roots efforts of conservation minded individuals and groups brought such national awareness that over 4.1 million dollars was raised and matched in 7 months. OPUS Trust was one of those groups with feet on the ground and petition signs high in the air. OPUS Trust is still behind grassroots efforts to save precious open land, farm land, habitats, and precious property from development. The invocation was presented by the local landowner and preservationist, Dr. Watson. His words echo my own heart when he said that if we all are fortunate enough to own land, then we are called to be stewards of that land. He reminded that people are connected to the land. If we lose our land, we lose our connection. Black Bears: When bears lose their habitats, or when humans encroach on their homes by continued development, bears can lose their wildness, making them a threat to people and property. The black bear has recovered from near extinction in the Southern Appalachian Mountains. But, despite efforts of the Southern Appalachian Natural Resource Agencies, bears are still dying from improper disposal of garbage. The bear has a keen sense of smell, easily lured from a berry patch to unsecured food and garbage. When camping, never leave any food scrapes on the ground. Do not leave food unattended or outside at night. If you are approached by a bear yell loudly and wave your arms. Keep your children and pets close. Wild bears are afraid of humans. Let’s help them stay wild, and alive and home. Who is the first American conservationist? George Bird Grinnell (1849-1938)- the legacy of this man endures from his conservation movements to protect national forests, resources, and wildlife.

ASHTON RECALLS: Here's the continuation of Pauline Kelley Cannon's story: DAR STUDENT FROM 1942-46 RECALLS EXPERIENCES (Fifth Installment of Pauline Kelley Cannon's Memoir) - One of the girls who lived in All States Hall was always complaining and calling people names and tattling on everyone. One day she was walking down the hall and I heard her say, "That Maggie is the bossiest person that ever lived," and I jumped her right then and there. She told Miss Jule on me, and I was sure I would have to go to Mr. Cain's office, but Miss Jule just gave me a talking-to herself. . .Mrs. Marett, the dietician, was moved to Indiana Cottage to be house parent for the youngest girls, and Miss Pearl Hunsinger was hired as dietician. She had a hard time trying to keep the girls quiet while they were working. One day she said, "Girls, turn your volume down," and Faye Phillips said, "Miss Hun, just what is 'your volume'?" She told Faye, "You know, that little knob on the radio that makes it softer or louder," and Faye said, "Miss Hun, I just want you to know that I fell down the other day and broke my volume and it won't turn down". . .One day Mr. Lawrence Grant and the boys butchered a hog, and as we were rendering out the fat to use the lard to make biscuits with, I tried to move the pot of grease off the stove but the potholders slipped and the grease splashed out and burned both of my hands. . .Mrs. Hunsinger poured vanilla on my hands, but that didn't help any so they called Dr. John Davis. He put some kind of jell on my hands that he said was a new medicine for burns and was supposed to leave no scars. He also said I should not do any work until the burns healed, so I had to stay in the infirmary and Mother Frazier had to feed me my meals. But I soon got well and returned to the dormitory and resumed working. . .Another memorable thing about that year was that Maggie and I both got measles. . .TO BE CONTINUED

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Seat Naming Opportunity at the ENAC: Place your name or family name on a seat in the ENAC auditorium. A single name is $200 and a couple or family is $250. This makes a wonderful gift in a special place we all share and will help us continue to support our sacred school grounds. Please call Darlene at 710-8758 or email [email protected] for more information. GET YOUR TICKETS: Trial by Fire, a Journey Tribute Band to perform Saturday, April 29, 2023 at 7pm. Tickets before the event are $25 available at Salem Town Hall and on Ticketleap or call 864-280-1258. Tickets at the door are $30 day of the event. Doors open at 6pm.

OCONEE MOUNTAIN OPRY: Saturday, May 20, 2023 at 7pm. Tickets $10. ENAC presents a unique variety and evening of Local and Regional talent with comedy and old-time, home-town fun.

FORGIVE: Jesus came to teach us how to live. In his final breaths, Jesus cried “forgive them.” If in his final breaths of despair and pain Jesus forgave us, we should all set an example, to live the last words Jesus cried on the cross….

Thought: When we are caring for the earth, we are praising God! Happy Birthday Sena! LoveMom

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historyhermann · 1 year

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Habits of a digital reader and the appeal of old books

Day after day, I look at the lighted screen of my phone, reading articles of the day, whether posted on Twitter, LinkedIn, Reddit, or some other social media platform, apart from thumbing through new emails or photographs on Instagram from librarians, archivists, genealogists, and friends. In the meantime, books in my own personal library, whether in my small apartment or in my childhood home, often sit on the shelf, collecting dust, untouched and unmoving. Some could say I’m like Abby Hargreaves who finds a “lot of comfort in books not-yet-read” with her books “stacked high on the floor” of her office, next to a bookshelf that is overfull. Perhaps like her, unread books do not disappoint me. More than that, however, with a life in flux, my collections of books are divided, leaving me to only focus on chance books to read, whether on the bus or the train, riding public transit from one part of Maryland to another. At the same time, the strain of reading articles for my classes during library school at UMD takes time away from reading physical books, with many textbooks available in a digital form and the articles for each class like a nest of PDFs that are portioned out, week by week.

This is an article I wrote for Book Riot back in August 2019, but it was never published. So it is being published here. It will be published on my History Hermann WordPress blog on Feb. 25, 2023.

While saying all of this, I especially love old books, even “recently old” ones like the 1990s or early 2000s. This expands to novels, like Aldous Huxley’s Crome Yellow or Albert Camus’s The Plague, which I’m still in the process of reading. Recently, at a book sale hosted by the friends of my local library, I bought a number of books like Spencer R. Crew’s 1987 historical overview for the National Museum of American History, Field to Factory: Afro-American Migration 1915-1940 and Norman G. Rukert’s 1982 illustrated history, The Port: Pride of Baltimore. Events like the booksale show, once again, that physical books are not fading away and being replaced by e-books, whether they become something like holobooks in the Star Wars universe or not.

Perhaps it is this love of old books which drew me not only to research my own family history, but to events like the wonderful National History Day, which can be called a “science fair for history” for short, and ultimately to library science. A physical book you can hold, smell, touch, and turn the pages offers something that no online resource cannot. This fact is the reason that most of the documentary evidence of my life and thoughts lives in paper journals, sketchbooks, and binders, rather than through any sort of digital footprint. But, with some people it is very different, especially with the newest generation of young people, whom are more plugged into their devices more than ever.

Perhaps my reading habits, of physical books, are akin to Will (played by Matt Damon) in the classic 1997 film, Good Will Hunting, who reads only books at the top of bookshelf of his therapist Sean (played by Robin Williams), rather than the others. He even declares at one point to Clark (played by Scott William Winters), a Harvard student, that “you dropped 150 grand on a fuckin' education you could have got for a dollar fifty in late charges at the public library.” This is a message worth hearing in light of National Library Week earlier this month (April 7th to 13th) and the newest report on the state of U.S. libraries from the American Library Association.

In the end, while paperback and hardback books will sit on a bookshelf collecting dust, old books will still be calling to me even as my phone sits on the desk right next to me.

#books #reading #old posts #umd #pdfs #national history day #good will hunting #matt damon #ala #american library association #1990s #1990s films

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bestamster-dam-tripofmylife · 2 years

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Day 17: In which U.S. Public Libraries are STILL LACKING

(Note: this is one of my extended blog posts for my cumulative assignment)

Ok, at this point, I am museumed-out (because that’s a word), so a nice visit to the lovely town of Delft and it’s beautiful public library is just what I needed! This is probably my favorite site visit of the whole program. We had the opportunity to see so many amazing things in Amsterdam and in the Netherlands, but the reason I say this public library is the best site visit is because of its simple ingenuity. The innovation, atmosphere, and even location (which I will be going into detail on) is so refreshing in its difference to the U.S., and I can’t think of another site which would give me such an invigorating, fresh breath of air (metaphorically and literally).

Let’s start with location. The Delft Public Library is previously/widely known as DOK, and after a renaming/rebranding in 2018 is recently known as OPEN. It is located in what I would say is the northeast area of Delft, which was about an hour train (plus metro) ride from our hotel in Amsterdam. Delft reminds me of a quiet Amsterdam- still a city, with everything you need, but very tranquil and not so busy. Additionally, if we had been doing the program during a normal year (AKA pre-covid), we likely would have stayed in Delft for the second half of our program. Although it was a lovely town, and I definitely could have stayed there for more than a day, I had grown quite emotionally attached to Amsterdam, the Bicycle Hotel, and the hotel staff. However, for the library, I love it. I feel like where we were in Delft was not quite the center of the city, but still busy and an area where a library would be needed. While our class was visiting I saw plenty of people walking in and out of the building (pictured below) to utilize its variety of services.

It’s hard to explain an atmosphere, it’s just something you can feel while being there. The peacefulness, yet the look of a modern, moving institution that everyone in the city has a need for. The design of the building and it’s many wide windows and large doors says to me “Yes, this is the library! Come in!” Also, the fact that it is now known as OPEN really helps. You just know it’s open and accessible to everyone, it’s in the name! What a nice touch (coincidence, or not?).

I’ve rambled on long enough to start talking about the innovation here. I could go on for. A. While. But that would be mean both to my followers and my grader for the assignment. I will attempt the Sparknotes version while still conveying the innovation... good luck to me.

Unfortunately, there is not much to discuss here on decolonization, but I don’t think that was the focus of this site anyways. For me it’s about the design and innovative space of a Dutch public library, especially for comparison to the average U.S. or even Seattle public library. I walk in through the large, automatic doors to a café... this is the library, right? I’m in the right place? Yes, you are! It just so happens there is a café with drinks, food, couches, tables, power outlets, and more for you to enjoy as part of the library experience. The main desk is to the side behind the café space, around the corner are the bathrooms (including gender neutral, handicapped, and baby-care spaces), and then you have the rest of the library. If memory serves there are 3 floors total, but the top floor is staff offices and such.

We are taken through a quick tour of the library but then reach the children’s section, which is a large focus of this branch. There are 3 sections, more or less separated by age/reading group, but all are still accessible to kids who may be reading much higher (or lower) than their age. The classification system is what makes this for me. Staff members at DOK sat down with groups of kids, and asked what t hey wanted in the library and how they would want to find books. The kids told them, and then the library made a classification system based on what the kids wanted! Just like that! The system (photo below) shows books are sorted kind of by genre/theme, and additionally there are stickers on books to tell you about content warnings, or if the book is large print or for special needs kids. This means ALL books are shelved together, and that kids and their friends, especially special needs ones, don’t feel like they have to be banned to a different section to find books that are right for them. This is crazy to me because it reminds me that although there are many “official” or national classification systems a library can implement (both in the Netherlands and the U.S.), you don’t really have to follow them? Like, you can just choose, as an institution, to do your own thing. Could you imagine a Seattle branch just throwing it all out the window and doing it their way? It could be chaos. Or. Maybe it’s just innovation at work.

We were also able to look at the YA section (which was unfortunately smaller than I expected but still bigger than my local Seattle branch), and I wandered around the rest of the building in my free time. The building also has a huge open space with a raised section (like a stage) and steps for both walking and sitting. This seems to be a multi-purpose space for kids programs, plays, movie nights, and any other public program. There are also various rooms available for use to study, or there are specifically music rooms for your jam session! I found many of these were things that a typical U.S. branch was lacking.

There are, of course, pros and cons. Thinking back to our reading by Bason, Leading public sector innovation, there are barriers and potentials even with something as innovative as DOK. The librarian giving us a tour was what we would call a children’s librarian, and she informed us that the reason the children’s section was so big is because that is what this branch puts it’s focus on. There are of course sections of books for everyone else, but the emphasis is on this particular group. This is wonderful for the kids, but what about everyone else? If there an adult who wants to search through a larger selection of adult fiction where can they go? Is there another branch close enough for them? If there is do they have access to it or a way to get there? Can they use their library card there or do they need one for each branch? Though my amazement for DOK has not waned, these are just a couple things I think the branch could consider.

Overall, the innovation of this institution, particularly compared to the U.S., is quite impressive. The design and MANY functions of the building, services classification system, etc. surpassed my expectations. I think the fact that a public library can do what they want and continue to serve their users in an unconventional way is innovative, because it just hasn’t been done before. No one wants to stray from the familiarity of the LCC or any other status quo, because it’s scary or it’s too difficult. But DOK has done exactly that and I think they are better off for it. They are certainly functioning just fine doing what they are doing.

I would love to see Seattle libraries create their own classification system, or offer music rooms, or have cozy cafes. As we know, today a library is not just a library, and it’s not just about books anymore. It’s a study space, internet hub, community center, child education center, and so much more. I think DOK’s innovations are a good example of how to address these intersections of user needs in a library space while still being, foundationally, a library.

#study abroad #netherlands #delft #dok

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It's been almost a month since my last post, and I would say it has been both eventful and not. Another sister has left home, and now I am with more responsibilties. Heavier ones. I am now feeding and somehow babysitting our pet dog, who is a a very old one and can be a little clingy and stubborn at times. I'd start my day letting him out of his room for him to go pee or poo. Then, babysit for the rest of the day, making sure he does not do any mess. But if he does, I am there to clean it up. At 6, I start chopping up and boiling veggies for his dinner. At 8, I feed him. Then, another round of babysitting, until around 9 or 10, when I try to trick to get to his room to sleep. A slice of bread usually does the trick. But sometimes, I'd hear him scratch the door, and I feel guilty. But I know, he has to learn when it's time to sleep and when to stop eating. I didn't get him when he was a puppy, but somehow, I'll end up taking care of him until the end of his time.

I've mostly been stressed the past month, with work and house matters, that I didn't really feel lonely, or didn't really seek (much) companionship online. I barely talked to anyone. During my free time, I would spend it to read or on the treadmill while watching a show. That's another new thing - I've bought a treadmill. I'm getting some exercise, but I feel like I haven't really reached my full potential yet - I'm still brisk walking, for the past three weeks! But I think there's been an improvement with my stamina, like I'd usually get tired easily after a walk (ex. from carpark to the office), but nowadays, it's just alright. I've also felt that there's a difference when it comes to my habits. One is that I now would usually walk while I watch... when I watch sitting down, I somehow feel guilty. Like I've made some silly, silent rule to myself that I'll only get to watch Netflix, if I were on the treadmill. Of course, I don't get to follow it all the time... but I would say, I have now lessen my screen time because of that rule, and it definitely made me feel how wrong it is to sit for several hours doing nothing but watch shows. Damn, I've done that for yeaaars. I wish I had gotten a treadmill much sooner. Besides getting a treadmill, I've also gotten a new Kobo Libra 2 and a library card at Queens Public Library, the latter probably more life-changing. I'm quite glad that I'm still in a reading mood. I keep going even when encountering a bad book (ahem, Nora freakin' Roberts). I mostly bought the Libra 2 for the sole purpose of using the Overdrive function, haha, and to be able to read graphic novels/manga. So far, I've read one manga, called Assassination Classroom, which was just so weird. Not my cup of tea, but I kept going until I finished it. Hopefully, the next one would be better.

I've read 3 books since Educated, and they were okay. I feel like I'm now on downward slope after reading one good/great book after another. Hopefully, I get my hands on good ones again though.

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid - definitely a page-turner and somehow I didn't expect the queer love. Probably not a popular opinion, but I felt like it was overhyped. Good plot and story overall, but the writing kind of fell short vs other writers I like.

Year One by Nora Roberts - good premise, but again, the writing was meh. It got dragging/boring at some points that I just wanted to skip over some pages (but didn't). Finishing this one was a struggle, and this author is definitely not for me. I tried another one of her books, The Awakening, but I just can't finish it at all. She's not for me.

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab - this one, I loved. The story was quite unusual, never read anything like it before. It's interesting how art was incorporated well within the book. I loved that it has short chapters and was just easy to read overall. The writing was amazing, too. I'd give it 4.5 out of 5 just because I've predicted some of the parts of the book. I'm just glad I got this book while going through the NR book, because damn, this saved me. I wouldn't want to go back to reading funk again.

It's June, and I don't really have much expectations. I'm pretty sure the workload is still the same, and there will still be stress. I guess, the only expectation is for me to get used to the new set-up, or more responsibilities I have. I think I now have much clearer picture of what weekends would be like for me. Chores, chores, chores, and when I get a free time - I'll use it wisely!

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The ABC’s of Peter Pevensie (Smut Edition)

Hi I jus wanted to say that I LOVE your writing and I was hoping if you could write a Peter Pevensie alphabet kinda kinky, smut edition or fluff is alright too I guess, pls consider it!

I’ve never done an alphabet post before so I am winging it as I go. I did look up similar posts on Tumblr just to get an idea of what to do and I saw that they all followed a pretty similar format that I’ve adopted for this post. I did make some alterations just to fit what I wanted to write. I hope you all enjoy it!

warning: entire post contains smut and mentions of smut

A - aftercare

Peter loves to whisper sweet nothings into your ear right after both of you have finished. Once you two have calmed down enough, he’ll draw both of you a bath and carry you to the tub before helping you wash up.

B - body part

Whenever you want to drive Peter crazy, you know to wear your hair up to leave your neck exposed. He just can’t control himself and will litter your neck with kisses and lovebites.

Peter doesn’t spend much time fretting over his appearance but he would be lying if he denied that he chooses to wear shirts that are a bit tight on him to show off his biceps. He likes how it shows everyone he is no longer the scared 13-year-old who wanted to protect his loved ones but didn’t know how to. Now, he’s strong and won’t let anyone or anything hurt the people he loves.

C - cum

Peter loves to watch you cum, pure bliss taking over your face as you cling to him for dear life. He especially loves it when you cum on his cock so he can feel your pussy collapse around him, squeezing and enticing him to cum as well.

D - dirty secret

Although he would never admit it, he secretly hopes that people walking by his bedroom can hear you guys while you do it, especially when you’re moaning his name. He wants everyone to remember that he’s the one who is making you feel as good as you do.

E - experience

Peter hadn’t been with anyone else before meeting you. He had always been too worried about taking care of both his siblings and an entire nation. So when you two started seeing each other, he had almost no experience but that didn’t hinder him as he seemed to be a natural. He knew the right places to touch and the perfect pace that would leave you a moaning mess. This was because he was an expert at reading people, something that he had learned for diplomatic meetings and fights on the battlefield but was also handy in the bedroom.

F - favorite position

He’s a bit old fashioned and prefers to do it missionary. He loves to see the pleasure build on your face as you get closer to your climax as well as the feeling of you raking your nails down his back.

G - good girl

When I tell you this man loves to praise you, I mean it. In the bedroom, he loves to remind you what a good girl you are. He’s constantly encouraging you and telling you how good you’re making him feel. Even outside the bedroom, he likes to praise you. Partially because he wants to remind you how proud he is, but also partly because he loves the look you give him when he does so.

H - hand-holding

Peter loves to hold your hands while he pins them in place above your head. He also likes to play with your hands afterwards, sometimes doing it absentmindedly while you two are cuddling in bed.

I - intimacy

Being romantic is in Peter’s nature so it isn’t much of a surprise that he is super romantic in bed. Before going any further, he always makes sure it’s alright with you and he never pushes you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. To him, sex is much more than feeling good. It’s another way that he can worship you and he makes sure you know it. He kisses every inch of you, reminding you how beautiful you are. He holds you in his arms, making sure you understand just how loved you are.

J - jealousy

Although he hates to admit it, any time he sees you conversing with someone else who may show just the smallest hint of romantic interest, he gets insanely jealous. This jealousy usually leads to long nights in his bed chambers.

K - kinks

While Peter may not have any prominent kinks, he does enjoy having you call him ‘my king’. He also likes to be the dominant one in the bedroom but is always happy to have you take over once in a while.

L - location

Peter likes to do it in the comfort of his bed where you two can go for as many rounds as you can without the risk of being caught or walked in on. His second favorite place to do it is in his study. The sight of you sprawled on the desk, open and ready for him, is enough to make him rock hard.

M - masturbation

Peter doesn’t masturbate that much since he has you, but when you aren’t available and his pants start to get a bit tight, he’ll go for a quick round in his bedroom, imagining you were there with him.

N - no

Peter would never do a threesome as he would get too jealous seeing another person touching you.

O - oral

Peter most certainly prefers giving it to you rather than receiving it. While you are able to make him feel wonderful everytime you give him head, you are his goddess and he wants to be the one to worship you, including with his tongue. He especially loves it when you start to get closer to your release and grind against his face.

P - pace

Peter loves to give it rough with the occasional slap of the ass and binding your hands. He loves hearing the bed creak underneath you two and the sound of your desperate moans as he fucks you into the mattress. He tries to go slow at first but he’s quick to lose control with you right underneath him.

Q - quickes

Peter doesn’t mind having a quickie, especially if jealousy is coursing through his blood. Usually when he does quickies, it’s when you two aren’t in his bedroom and are instead somewhere more public like his office or the library.

R - risk

Peter loves risks. He thinks the added adrenaline makes it all the more hot. He’s willing to do it in a public place where anyone can see. He loves experimenting as well, whether it’s trying a new position or experimenting with foreplay. Anything that might heighten the experience for you two is worth trying.

S - stamina

Due to his rigorous training for battles, Peter has insane stamina. He could go all night if you let him although you two usually stop after two or three rounds. Peter always makes an effort to not finish until you do, as you are always his top priority and he wants you to enjoy the experience entirely and fully. This can be hard though when you are also doing your best to make him finish first but he usually has the willpower to hold out until you cum.

T - tease

Peter loves to tease you, whether that be saying an offhand comment that makes you heart race or kissing you everywhere except where his touch is needed most.

On the other hand, he hates being teased. You had decided to tease him once, tight clothes, sexual comments, and all. This only led to him pinning you against the wall within an hour and him making you climax more times than you thought possible within the span of half an hour as punishment.

U - undergarments

Peter has a habit of ripping off your undergarments while in the heat of the moment. This had led to your maids having a stash of undergarments ready at a moment’s notice.

V - volume

Peter isn’t the loudest in bed but he does let out the occasional moan or grunt. The sounds he usually makes are praises, reminding you just how good you’re doing.

W - when

Peter likes to wait a while in a relationship before taking it to the next level. It wasn’t until a few months into the relationship that you guys did it for the first time. But after that, you two could barely keep your hands off of eachother.

X - x-ray

Peter is average when it comes to his length, but you don’t mind due to his girth. Every time you guys do it, he fills you up perfectly.

Y - yearning

Peter would fuck you 24/7 if he could. You never would have imagined the high king would have such a high sex drive, but you aren’t complaining. It’s hard to hold back when the sex is just so damn good.

Z - zzz

Peter makes an effort to not fall asleep until he knows that you are. He likes to brush the hair out of your face and plant gentle kisses on your forehead as you sleep soundly in his arms. There had only been a few times where he was too tired afterwards and had passed out before you did.

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