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[finniestoncrane]

Virginal vault dweller reader you say?? I'd eat that up (and so would Cooper, heh) but seriously I would read the hell out of that if you're up for it <3

Different Up Here

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 6.3k anon thank you lmao i had already started drafting this, so vault dweller reader isn't quite a virgin but they are definitely inexperienced and have never known pleasure like the kind that cooper can offer 🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: power imbalance, dubious consent because once you've said yes to cooper you can't change your mind, overstimulation, crying, oral sex, fingering, rimming, instructional, full penetration babiessss i realised i never tag that shit but yeah it's in here lmao, cumming inside, no protection, sweet coop afterwards but only briefly

If anyone else had asked you in that moment how you were, you couldn't have answered accurately without any hint of sarcasm and irritation. You were being worn down, like buildings by the sands of the desert. Each little molecule of your optimism being torn away from you, painful like plucking a hair. But when Cooper asked you, you tried your best to push down your knee jerk response.

"Let's see, shall we? Since leaving the vault a month ago, bravely in search of resources and supplies for my friends, I have killed, maimed, and eaten things I hope to never think of again. I'm in a constant cycle of very, very stressed and then very, very bored where there is no happy medium between fearing for my life and wishing for death. And oh, by the way, I'm sweating buckets the whole time because it's deathly fucking warm. Thank you for asking, Cooper!"

Instead, you shrugged and offered him at least a partial truth.

"It sounds silly... but I'm kind of bored."

A dry chuckle passed over Cooper's lips.

"Heh, that's a new one for out here."

Sensing an opportunity to at least get some conversation out of him, you sat up on the rusty bed frame, your body sinking into the almost entirely flattened mattress as you crossed your legs and did your best to get Cooper to talk more than a sentence at a time.

"Really? I would have thought you'd be bored a lot, especially when there's no raiders, or mirelurks, or scavengers, or feral ghouls, or super mutants, or roving gangs of-"

"See, this is why I'm never bored. Always somethin' or someone to be killin'."

"But what about like... now? When there's nothing else to do. There's no magazines, no books, no TV."

You watched as Cooper turned from you with a slight smile. You knew the one, the familiar grin that meant you'd divulged some information about your life in the vaults, something he always found so amusing. It was your naivety, your optimism. He was endlessly fascinated by it, as though listening to you talk about it reminded him of something he had before.

That fascinated you. It made you want to stay around him, the way he listened silently as you talked about the old films that were on the holotapes, the food that was still fresh and available, the music you could hear whenever you wanted to, not reliant on some two-bit radio host. He paid attention to you. And any time his deep, brown eyes focused on your lips it made your heart flutter in an admittedly unexpected manner.

Remembering that feeling, you tried again, hoping that your next approach might be something that interested him a little more than just conversation.

"You know how we used to pass time in the vaults?"

Over the sound of the evening breezes that whipped up the sand you could still hear Cooper sigh before he spoke.

"Now if you tell me that you wanna go out there again tonight to find an old blast radius board... well I am just going to have to shoot you."

You laughed at what you hoped was a joke and waved him off, despite the fact that he was still turned away from you, unable to see your gesture as he tried ignoring you in what you assumed was the hope that you might shut up and leave him alone.

"No, no no no no no. Just..."

The lump in your throat felt like it was about to choke you, so you swallowed the clump of nerves quietly, your voice trembling as you finished your sentence.

"... fooling around... y'know?"

Cooper turned to face you. You had piqued his interest, and you couldn't help but show the giddy glee on your face, the smallest smile crossing your lips as your eyes widened. But his words wiped away all hope that you had garnered in that short span of time.

"Oh... oh darlin'."

He laughed a little, each little sound of the short, sharp giggle like a slap to the face.

"I don't think you're ready for that at all."

You raised an eyebrow, defiant, irritated, and keen to know how he thought he had you pegged so quickly. You'd never talked about anything like that with him before. Was he assuming that you were a virgin based on how you behaved around him alone? Maybe he figured that the lack of flirting on your part was down to a complete lack of experience, when in reality, it was because every flirtatious quip he threw your way made you so nervous and flustered you felt like you might throw up.

"How come I'm not ready? I mean, I've... I've done stuff... I've done it!"

"The fat you're not saying it how it is makes me think that you are absolut-"

"I've had sex, Cooper. I've fucked before. I've been fucked."

Blinking off the irritation at being interrupted by you, Cooper pushed up the brim of his hat and stared directly at you, as though he was examining your, to see if you would stand up for yourself any further.

"By who? One of your little buddies underground? Fucking like little bunnies? I don't think that qualifies you, sweetheart."

"Why? Sex is sex..."

You said it with such confidence. As if you really knew. As if you hadn't spent your teenage years practising on your hand, holding a pillow close, lining up for that one girl in the vault who would sell practice kisses for extra bubble-gum. You'd had sex before, of course. You weren't a liar. Just because you'd only ever done it once didn't render it nonfactual. Just because it had only lasted for all of four minutes. Just because you weren't sure you even orgasmed, and your friend had told you that you'd know if you'd orgasmed. Just because it was all over so quickly, and he'd run off before anyone could catch you both, avoiding you at every opportunity after that.

"... Isn't it?"

"Oh no it ain't. Besides, like I keep telling you, it's different up here. Everything's different up here. And that includes fuckin'."

The way he said the word, consonants enunciated with such grit and vigour, filled your stomach with knots that began to tighten as you considered in what way things were so different.

"What exactly do you mean by that?"

Cooper sighed, exasperated, resigning himself to the fact that you were going to keep talking to him regardless of his short replies and attempts to end the conversation.

"You are a dog with a bone, huh? Ain't gonna let it go."

His yellowed teeth were exposed as his lips pulled back in a baring, mischievous smile. Those knots doubled, the ends being pulled by tension in your nervous system as Cooper's smirk put you into a dazed stupor.

"No, sir."

"Now, I don't remember signing on to be your personal tutor in all things apocalypse. Do I really need to show you how everything works up here?"

As your cheeks began to blush, you nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, sir."

You were hopeful for just a bit of a distraction. Something to help take the stress away. To relieve the tension that had been building up between you and Cooper as of late. You'd been studying him, watching the way he looked at you, fascinated by your perceived, and frankly obvious, innocence. The way his fingers moved, contributing to the skilful way he handled his gun and his ropes. The confidence, the charisma, the charms.

You wanted him, but you weren't quite sure how to broach the situation without it seeming desperate. But you were past that now. You were desperate For anything, just something. Something to cure the monotony of walking and hiding and fighting and surviving. You didn't want to just survive. You wanted to at least find a semblance of fun and pleasure in this nightmare you had found yourself in. And in the vaults, when board games and books and debates got boring, there was always fucking. That was what you desired most right now. The fact that Cooper happened to be the closest target for your desires was just a sweet miracle, or a cruel tease depending on how willing he was.

And luckily, he seemed agreeable.

"Well then, how about you come over here and let ol' Coop show you a little thing or two about how dirty you can really get up here in the mean, dusty Wasteland, hm?"

Your excitement was palpable, even though you were trying to keep your composure. There was no escaping the echo of the giddy squeal you let out as you jumped up from the bed and made your way over to Cooper. He waited in the far corner of the room, setting himself down on an old armchair as you stepped towards him, slapping his thighs as an indication of where he wanted you. And you did as you were told, following his instructions, knowing they hadn't led you astray so far in your time together.

It felt awkward at first, being so close to him. You shifted your weight nervously, trying to get comfortable while making sure Cooper was still at ease, which of course, he was. He always was. Nothing stirred him, he was forever at peace. Competent in any situation. Quick to adapt. And as you fidgeted and fussed, you felt his strong hands pushing you forward on his lap, until your chests were practically pressed together, his hands skirting over your lower back as he held you still. In command. In control. The sudden sensation of his hands on your body made your breath hitch, a soft, surprised squeal on the inhale that had Cooper raising his brow at you.

"Now... you agree that you asked for this, alright? Because I am not going to put my effort into entertaining your little whims if you're gonna get fussy and decide it's too much for you. I did warn you."

"Yes, you did, and I really don't think you needed to. I doubt there's too much different about it, and I've picked up what I needed to know pretty quickly from your other lessons, haven't I?"

Your retaliation to his insistence that you needed him to teach you everything, and that some things just might prove themselves a little too hard even for your levels of enthusiasm, had irritated him when he'd first met you. But now your optimism and sheer refusal to believe anything was too much for you were a source of entertainment for him. A challenge.

"That's fine then, darlin'. But I'll remember that."

His eyes bore into your soul, keeping your focus on him as he dared you to look away. They sparkled as he ran his tongue over his lips, the pretence of preparing for his next words covering the obvious flirtation in the way he dragged the flat muscle along his chapped skin.

"So, gimme a benchmark here, lil lady. How much foreplay was involved in your previous encounters? I'd hate to leave you high and dry."

"Foreplay...? What... uh, what is that?"

Cooper sighed, rolling his eyes before closing his eyelids over gently.

"Well, it's something like this."

He pushed a loose strand of hair back behind your ear, rough fingers following the curve and grazing over your neck as he let them drift down the front of your chest, tickling the exposed skin as far as your jumpsuit would allow before he took a hold of the zip at the front. A quick flit of his eyes up to you seemed to ask for permission, and your small, almost imperceptible nod, told him to keep going.

Slowly, painfully so, he pulled the zip down, watching as the centre of your torso was slowly revealed to him. Smooth skin, in comparison to his anyway, clear of any unnatural blemishes or war wounds. One calloused digit followed down your sternum to your stomach and back up, hooking under the left side of the fabric and pulling it over, then the other, exposing the top half of your body to him.

Cooper traced his fingertips over the top of your breasts, watching as your chest moved in and out, slowly, but exaggeratedly. The knots in your stomach felt like they might burst with the tension as his sharp, ragged nails crossed over your hardening nipples, a gentle tingle coursing through your veins.

"Well?"

"No... n-nothing like that... just grabbing..."

"Oh yeah? You like that? How about this?"

He closed two fingers around your nipple, one hand still on your back to keep you balanced as your body reacted to his touch. Between the two digits, you felt your nipples heating up, the slight, burning pain from the way he squeezed them sending a signal down your spine that seemed to affect every part of you. Tighter, tighter, and then as your eyes closed a little more, eyelids pressed tight, he would ease up to offer some relief.

"You like that? Like it rough?"

"I think... I think I like both."

"So, something like this?"

He teased your nipples once more, pressing harder with his fingertips, pulling them out and jiggling your breasts as he tugged at them, this lewder act interspersed with a gentle caress as he held your breast against the palm of his hand, carefully cupping it as he flicked his thumb over the sensitive and completely erect nipple.

You bit your lip, trying to keep quiet, Coop's hand moved swiftly from your body to your cheeks, popping the lip back out as he pressed his thumb and forefinger into your face. Understanding the message, and seemingly showing this in your wide-eyed gaze, he let his rough, leathery hand make its way back down to your breast, cupping it once more as he spoke.

"Different, see? Pleasure is hard to come by out here. You gotta do it right when you've got the chance."

Cooper leaned into your neck, whispering the words low and slowly, his dry, chapped lips skimming over your skin as he continued.

"I bet down there they didn't know the first thing about real pleasure. Takes time, something like that. You gotta learn the body, gotta make it feel good."

His teeth grazed over your shoulder and back up along your neck before he pulled back, watching your eyes refocus from the haze of arousal.

"Did they make you feel good?"

"No."

You were confident in that statement. It hadn't felt good. It felt rushed. Clumsy. Shameful. And as you pondered it, your mouth remained open in a slight pout which trembled as Cooper asked his next question.

"And what about your pretty lips... did they kiss them?"

"A little..."

Cooper leaned in, his rough lips pressing onto yours with firm contact, his tongue staying in place as though he imagined that might be a bit too much for you right now. But that same level of restraint didn't keep him from letting his teeth catch onto your bottom lip, pulling it out, only letting go when you winced in surprise as the suddenness of the action.

"Didn't bite them either. Of course not, what am I thinking? That would be a little too adventurous for your kind."

His face took on a darker tone as he smiled knowingly towards you.

“And what about these pretty lips?”

Before you could piece together the question, his hand was diving into your jumpsuit, pushing down the front and past the waist, stroking against the front of your underwear which, by now, was soaking wet with your arousal.

“They touch these lips, huh?”

You gasped as he pushed your underwear to the side, stroking his fingers along your slick, plump pussy lips, withdrawing them soon after to taste you on his tongue, the way you had watched him taste the blood of enemies, the blood of victims.

“Stand up, darlin’… Why don’t you take that suit off, hm? Get yourself comfy.”

As you raised yourself up from his hips, your legs wobbled under you, not quite steady enough to support you so soon after being reduced to jelly by Cooper’s touch, his caramelised words that filled your ears, the sharp twang of his accent, the delicate cadence, the power rumbling underneath like an almost silent bassline.

“Do it slowly though.”

Cooper watched carefully as you stood nervously before him, shuffling out of your suit, stripping for him, your hips moving from side to side slow and steady, unintentionally sultry in the way you moved. Without taking his eyes from you he reached for his canteen, taking a long sip from it as you let your suit fall down over your legs, stepping out of it and pushing it to the side with your feet.

“That’s it, darlin’. Can’t do this half-hearted. I need to have access to all of you there. Now come sit back down.”

You held your arms in front of you, feeling far too exposed for the shelter you’d found for the evening. No windows, no locks on the doors. But it was difficult to focus on that worry for too long as you watched Cooper’s tongue flit back out over his lips, clear strands of drool sparkling in the light as he took you in, hungrily, dreamily.

“Turn around though. You face that way.”

The metal buttons on the front of his duster coat were cold against the skin of your back, but you leaned into them anyway. Cooper’s hand curved around your neck and up under your chin, holding your face forward.

“You keep an eye out, holler if you see anything coming. I’ll do everything else.”

A faint clicking sound, the safety on his gun being flicked to off, before those same fingers draped over your mound and down on to your lips, spreading them apart, the cool air of the decrepit room cooling the heat of your hot, aching cunt. With two fingers holding your lips apart, he let the middle digit tap against your clit, each tiny sensation turning your blood cold before heating it exponentially, a cold sweat beginning to form on your brow as you felt a tingle in your abdomen.

The finger that tapped the sensitive bud began stroking it from side to side, laying flat against it length wise as Cooper strummed your body, still holding your chin in his hands, smiling to himself every time your back arched away from him in intense pleasure. Every nerve-ending was at his mercy. He was right, it was different up here. But you wondered how much of that was the Wasteland and it’s effect on sexuality and pleasure, and how much of it was just him. Cooper Howard, Wasteland bounty hunter, a past life he refused to talk about, the most charismatic monster you had ever met. His fingers, daintily crossing over your clit, as you felt his breath, silent except for an occasional hum of satisfaction in the form of a long moan. Maybe it was just Cooper who was different.

It was hard to focus on this new line of though as his hard fingertips clamped down on your clit, pinching it as he rolled it between his fingers. Even harder when he let his hand drop from your neck and instead began teasing at your nipples once more. Soft, cruel flicks over the hardened bumps, his fingers at work on your body, his lips kissing at the back of your neck. Moans growing louder, more frequent, as he let himself enjoy the act of making you squirm. You could tell he was having fun, as you rolled your hips back a little, feeling the thick bulge of his stiffening cock against your rear. You wondered how it might feel, how it might look, and what he could do differently with it.

“Cooper… Coop… I think I’m going to cum…”

His movements quickened, cock twitching against your body as he pinched tighter and pressed his fingers harder against your cunt.

“Don’t you dare, little lady.”

“Ok I’ll… I’ll try but… you have to… stop… please stop… Coop…”

He ignored your please, the whining, desperate begging as you tried to stop your body from the natural, encouraged reaction.

“Have some self-control, sweetheart.”

“Cooper, I really can’t… please… please stop touching me…”

“I absolutely will not.”

Your fingers dug into his thighs, but you noticed that you refused to move away from him. You wanted to do as he asked, wanted to hold yourself back from the brink of orgasm to prolong his touch, but you couldn’t risk him actually stopping, fearing that your body might crumble if his fingers left your quivering, pathetic body for only a second.

Each stroke against your increasingly wet and sensitive pussy had you trembling and shaking, and Cooper had to remove his hand from your breast to keep you steady, placing it under your chin and holding you steady by the neck.

“I am warning you, missy.”

“Cooper… I can’t stop…”

You shuddered and whined as your body gave in to the temptation, feeling a rush of heat and relief as you came on his lap, your arousal coating his pants, adding to the collection of stains and wear on them. But he didn’t stop then.

“No wait… seriously, Cooper… I can’t… I can’t take much more, honestly…”

“Listen, I told you. I said you better not cum. I wasn’t done with you yet.”

Your eyes began to sting with tears of exasperation as your body kept on pushing to its limits, conjuring up another wave of climax, tormenting you with never-ending bouts of arousal that kept you rutting against him, despite how painful it was to keep writhing into his body. You could feel your stomach knotting again, not much time between each orgasm to relax, and you dug your hands into his thighs, pushing your body up off of him as you tensed completely.

“Ok, this time, you do it on my command. You do it when I say you can, alright?”

“Cooper…”

“Don’t give me that pleading shit, you asked me to show you how things are done. Well this is how Cooper fuckin’ Howard does things. So are you ready? You gonna come for me?”

“C-coop… I’ll… I’ll try…”

“Good girl, now you keep that mouth making those whines and moans. I don’t need you to call out my name or anything, I know I’m all you’re thinking about.”

The praise, the self-confidence, the way his fingers seemed to be pulling your orgasm out, motioning for it to come closer to him.

“Come on, darlin’, come on…”

Your vision blurred as the climax came over you, body rolling and convulsing as you came once more at Cooper’s insistence, your cheeks stained with tears, salted water rolling through the layers of grime and clearing paths to your chin.

As you settled back down onto his lap with a shudder, you felt Cooper’s fingers stroking through your hair. He was surprisingly gentle, oddly calm, but you supposed that you deserved his kindness as you had done as he had asked, making up for your previous indiscretion. He was almost cooing, shushing you as you found your breath, establishing your sense of self once more after the overstimulating orgasm that shook your core.

“You seen enough of the big bad world for one day then?”

You probably had, but you still found yourself shaking your head, ignoring the way your body reacted with a violent twitch at the notion of Cooper’s hands delivering intense pleasure.

“A glutton for punishment, hm? Or just keen to learn?”

As you pondered your answer, Cooper seemed to have come to the conclusion for you, as he tapped your hips and began to shift underneath you.

“Alright then, get onto your knees.”

Positioning yourself at his feet, you couldn’t help but look up at him, catching his eyes as he looked down at you with that unique brand of disdain and intrigue he had somehow mastered. You knew what was coming, what was about to happen, and your mouth began watering at the thought. What he might taste like. What he might look like.

You didn’t have to imagine for long though, as you could see his fingers working the belt of his pants, loosening it, unzipping his fly, and gripping his semi-erect cock at the base as he took it out, brandishing it. He kept close attention on your own eyes, a soft sigh of relief imperceptibly escaping his chest as he noticed your pupils widen, your mouth opening in preparation for him.

It was exactly as you had expected. The texture of the shaft was similar to that of his cheeks and his forearms, a similar colouring, though darker at the base and on the shaft which was tinted red. Thick, purple tinged veins covered it, winding around the length, cutting across the ridges of the scars.

“You can come closer, darlin’. I don’t know what they told you about mutations and radiation effects down there in your little utopia, but I can assure you… it doesn’t bite.”

The fear was palpable, clearly, but it was nothing to do with Cooper’s body and everything to do with your lack of experience, which, despite you arguing otherwise, was becoming plainly obvious even to you. You had only ever touched a cock with your hands outside of being quickly fucked. Several times you’d been cajoled into quickly stroking an erection under the blankets before your partner ran off to the bathroom, clean and tidy, flushing away the sins. And you were very well aware that there was always the option to suck on one, but it had never presented itself. It had never seemed that appealing to you. Until you were faced with Cooper’s.

He hadn’t even asked you to do either yet, but you found yourself curious, salivating over the thought of him, mind racing as you imagined how he might feel against your tongue.

“Can I taste it… you?”

Cooper smiled warmly, one of the few times you had seen him look at you with genuine pride.

“Now that is using your initiative. Of course you can.”

You kept your hands to yourself as you leaned in towards his body, content to let Cooper wield his length at you, his hand firm around the base as you inched closer, tongue pressed out over your lips. A strand of drool collected and spilled forward, hitting the floor in a soft patter just before the tip of your tongue came into contact with the tip of his cock.

A lot of the movements were instinctual, following your desires more than what you thought might be protocol as you dragged your tongue up the shaft and swirled over the blushing head of his cock. It tasted bitter, but in a pleasant way.  Savoury, not sweet. Salted, a tang that stayed there for a few seconds after your tongue had moved on to another spot. A flavour you found yourself craving now.

Cooper gripped tighter and pushed forward, taking you by surprise as he slid himself into your mouth, his free hand moving to the back of your head, fingers curling into your hair. As the taste of him hit the back of your tongue, cock almost touching your throat, you coughed and spluttered a little.

“Fuck me, darlin’… do you need me to show you how to do this too?”

He looked down at you, filled with pity as he saw your face. Red cheeks, puffed out, lips stretched over the girth of his cock, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggled to breathe.

“Breath through your nose… breathe in…”

You followed his instructions, instantly calmed when you found your lungs filling with air once more. Almost immediately back to enjoying yourself, the feeling of Cooper inside of you, the control he had as he held your head against him.

“Now… you don’t want to choke too much, so keep your tongue flat… yeah, just like that…”

It was so much easier like that, and you could feel your cheeks getting warmer and redder as you realised that not only had you embarrassed yourself with your spluttering and lack of knowledge, but that Cooper had clearly done this a lot.

“And your teeth… well, usually they’ll tell you to keep ‘em outta the way, but you know me… gotta be different…”

Taking the hint, you let your jaw close slightly, the pain of the stretch lessened, your teeth scraping along the top of his shaft as your tongue worked the underneath, sucking and rolling as much as you could while keeping it flat.

He didn’t say much else, and you couldn’t tell if he was particularly enjoying himself. It worried you, the fact that he had specific preferences, the way it was so clear how much more experienced he was than you. How many others had there been? And were they all better than you? As your mind wandered to your anxieties, you completely missed the fact that you had begun to drool all over yourself until Cooper relaxed his grip on your head and wiped at your chin with his thumb. Catching your eyes and sensing some of your worries, he was surprisingly quick to soothe you.

“You can swallow or spit or let it all spill out, I don’t mind makin’ a mess darlin’. But whatever you’re doing, you keep that up.”

You were so pathetically grateful for the encouragement, for the tiniest semblance of praise, that you felt yourself moaning involuntarily. The soothing motion of sucking on his cock, the taste of something new, the comforting knowledge that he was happy with your efforts. You could feel your clit throbbing, aroused by Cooper’s satisfaction, how pleased he was with the way you worked him over.

Which is why it surprised you so much when he pulled his cock from your mouth, your lips slipping off of it with a disgustingly lewd popping sound, drool spilling onto your chin in long strands which stretched from your lips to his cock and tore apart as he distanced himself from you.

And again, that sympathetic gaze, the way he could tell what you were thinking before you even said it.

“Oh, don’t you look at me with those big, sad eyes. You got nothin’ to worry about, sweetheart. That was good, ‘specially for a first try…”

He winked to you as he spoke, causing your heart to skip enough beats that you thought you might die there and then.

“… It’s just that I’m all slicked up and ready to go now… so you wanna bend over for me? Or do you wanna come sit on my lap?”

“Uh… lap, please… I was kinda bent over for the last… first time.”

“Well, you come and take a seat then, darlin’, let ol’ Coop show you something new.”

You nervously settled your entirely nude body back down onto his thighs. Cooper’s hands were gentle against your shoulders as he pulled you backwards with him, leaning at a slight angle in the chair, his cock rigid and firm as it sat against your waiting cunt, coated in your drool which almost seemed to shimmer with the dancing light of the fire.

Then, so carefully, so gently, far more than you’d ever seen him be before, Cooper took hold of his cock at the base and slid it inside of you, one hand on your stomach as he braced you, keeping your body steady as he inserted himself further and further between your clenching walls.

“Bigger than before?”

You nodded, biting your lip as you felt the distinct stretch, his rough, textured cock forcing its way inside your cunt, pressed up to the hilt, testing your limits.

“Better?”

“Mhm…”

“Speak up, darlin’.”

With your voice strained and breathy, you managed to form some words.

“Yes… it’s better.”

“That’s it, good girl. Now, I’m gonna buck my hips, ok? You just try and keep your balance.”

Below you, Cooper shifted a little, his hips rolling backwards, inches of his cock escaping your tight, aching cunt, before he rolled them forwards and upwards, back into you. A slow, steady pace that he focused on keeping until you felt warmer, more relaxed.

“You got this, it’s like riding a horse.”

“I’ve never… hm… ridden a horse…”

Cooper chuckled, a low and rasping sound that sent shivers over your skin and seemed close enough to you that it was coming from inside of your body.

“Never ridden a ghoul before either, but you’re handling it alright for a first timer.”

You were coping ok, you had to admit, but you could feel your stomach muscles tensing, the knots back in full force as they tensed and tightened, loosened and frayed with each pump of his cock within you.

“Ah… Cooper…”

“Too much, darlin’? Does it hurt?”

There was a sense of genuine care in his tone, as though he had taken it upon himself to show you that yes, things were different up there in the Wasteland, but that didn’t always mean they were worse. Some things were good, if not a little bit difficult to take at first.

“A little…”

Cooper tilted your chin up, forcing your head to lean back completely against his shoulder. In a delicate move, one far more romantic than you imagined from him, he ran his thumb over your lips, angling his neck to look at them, his own mouth open ever so slightly, a monotonous panting as he kept his hips moving, increasing the speed and the force at which he entered you.

His eyes flicked up suddenly, looking into yours, catching your gaze and holding unblinking eye contact as he spoke.

“I know… I know… Just a little longer, though…”

He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of his cock pushing against your body, enveloped in your hot, wet, velvety interior.

“I know it hurts… but I ain’t stopping, so don’t even ask… here…”

You watched as he brought a finger to your lips, offering it up to you.

“…you bite down on that if it gets too much, ok… but don’t hold back on those sweet sounds… I wanna hear you scream.”

With that vaguely threatening remark, he thrust up into you, banging against your body, spurring on your orgasm but unleashing a dull ache that spread through every sensitive part of you.

“Won’t… be long… keep it together… good girl…  good girl…”

It felt good, the pain, the sting, the ache, the shivers. The fact that he was using you, finding pleasure in you. All of it culminating in Cooper’s nearing orgasm which you could sense was closing in on him. His movements were becoming more frantic, sloppier, and he was mouthing all manner of sweet nothings as he let his façade slip away.

And those soft mumbles opened up into a wide roar as he clung to your body, the hand on your neck cutting off the air to your lungs only briefly, one hand on your lap pressing sharp indents into your skin as he forced himself into you. The last few moments of his fevered thrusting, fucking you wildly, drool pooling in the corner of his mouth as he rutted into you in a dazed stupor before his body gave in. His cock throbbed, each pulse sending another rope of cum against your insides, filling you with his seed as he shuddered finally, slinking backwards into the chair and taking in a deep breath as you removed yourself from him.

You’d only managed to take a few steps forward before Cooper addressed you, opening his eyes to watch you standing there awkwardly, his cum dripping down your thighs, a warmth that quickly turned cool in the air of the room.

“Did I say you could get up?”

Panic settled in your chest, aware that you had waited until you felt his muscles relax, his body retreating from you, before you slid off his cock, expecting him to push you away anyway, like your first time. You assumed he was finished, and you weren’t sure you were ready for the idea that he might not be done with you.

“Are we… oh, Cooper, I really can’t take anymore.”

Even as you stood, you could feel your legs shaking, weakened by the intense orgasms, the way they tightened against his every movement.

“That’s different up here too then, I suppose.”

Cooper stood up from the chair, pacing towards you with a purposeful stride as he pushed his cock back into his pants, zipping them up as he reached you. You inhaled sharply as he placed his hand at the back of your head, those knots in your stomach beginning to form again, worried that a further, albeit pleasurable punishment was on the cards. But you were surprised as he slid his free hand around your back, tugging at your waist as he pulled you in close to him. A quick smile before his lips were on yours, the brim of his hat pushed upwards as he leaned into the kiss. Warm, gentle, the kind of kiss you’d seen in movies. Practised and confident, meaningful, sincere.

When he pulled back, your body following him a little before you settled back onto your feet, he smiled warmly.

“Sweet with the sour, darlin’. You gotta keep ‘em wanting more.”

“M-more?”

More as in now? Or more as in the idea that Cooper had enjoyed himself and would be willing to offer that kind of pleasure to you again. And he answered with a wink.

“Definitely. There’s a still a lot you’ve got to learn.”

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[dfortrafalgar]

would you be interested in a more Platonic type fic? Like being good friends with Robin?

alternatively if it has to be romantic: Law being forced on a disaster of a date only to meet a super helpful (comic) bookshop employee and she starts seeming cute when he finds out she has similar interests? (Boy probably went into cardiac arrest at first when someone caught him not being broody)

hope this isn’t too much!

and you’re doing awesome!

thank you so much for your request, anon!!!! im actually going to use both of your ideas, but i started with the Law one because that hit seriously close to home. ive been on some absolute TRAVESTIES of dates in the past, and i needed to write law suffering through a similar fate or i'd die!!!!! I hope you enjoy, and pretty soon I'll post your platonic Robin request as well! I love writing platonic stories just as much as romantic ones <3

An Out.

Law x Fem Reader

Law made the mistake of letting his friends talk him into a first date… and now he desperately needs an out. Fast.

Warnings: an absolute disaster of a first date for our wonderful nerdy man. modern au, implied college setting, some mild slight suggestive language but nothing more than that

Trafalgar Law tried in vain to recount the series of events that led up to this very moment.

There was the dusty apartment floor discussion about how the med-student hadn’t gotten laid yet, which was followed by a raunchy comment about a girl in someone’s class, it was revealed that this girl was single (‘and ready to mingle’), and her number was forcibly input into Law’s phone.

For the week that followed, he was inundated with flirty texts from this girl he had never met in person.  He was forced to send her a picture of himself, mostly to get her to stop blowing up his texts every hour, and that was the next mistake in the line-up of unfortunate events.

Turned out she had a thing for facial hair.

Then, instead of getting pestered with general flirty messages, it was general flirty messages that were ramped up to a nine.  ‘I’d rip your clothes off if you give me the opportunity,’ kind of nine.

Law knew he was a virgin, but at least he wasn’t this desperate, nor did he have any inclination to be.  If anything, the texts he received from this stranger were making him want sex even less.

And yet… he was still pushed into this.

A date around downtown with this girl.  She clung to his arm, tried to loop her fingers into his, and yet had absolutely no interest in anything he had to say.  At all.

First red flag: she mentioned her ex.  Three times.  In four minutes.  Everything was about what he did wrong to upset her, no self-awareness to be found.  Second red flag: the clinginess.  Law hated public affection, but any attempts to urge her to give him space resulted in a childish pout and her arms caged around his, almost pulling him to the ground.  Third red flag: she couldn’t give two shits about Law, in any sense of the word.  She wouldn’t stop talking about herself.  Her looks, her clothes, her favorite music, her favorite shows to binge watch, her distaste for the area of the city they were in, her distaste for the lunch Law had [regretfully] paid for, her distaste for the speckled jeans he decided to wear…

He could feel the premature wrinkles forming in between his eyebrows the longer the date went on.  He was starting to wonder if he’d have to throw out the shirt he was wearing later.  It already reeked of the too-strong, powdery-scented perfume she bathed herself in.

“Where do you wanna go?” she suddenly asked, still tugging on his arm.

“I kinda want to stop by the bookstore before we leave,” he suggested, his feet already carrying him, and by extension, her, along the sidewalk to a small bookshop that had just recently opened.

“The bookstore?  What kinda guy brings a girl to a bookstore on a first date?!” she demanded, showing off yet another childish pout.  It wasn’t a good look on her.

‘A guy who knows this girl’s not getting a second date,’ he wished he could say.  Instead, all the snarky remarks stayed locked inside his weary brain, bouncing around like a caged lion desperate to escape.

The girl didn’t make any motions to ditch him to his nerdy reprieve, and instead followed on his heels as he pulled open the bookshop’s door, the familiar, calming scent of new books, fresh paper, and ink filling his nose.

“It smells gross in here,” the girl huffed.

Aaaand there went Law’s fleeting moment of peace.  Out the window.  Down fifteen stories and splattered on the pavement.  He needed to violently restrain the eyeroll that begged to appear.  His ocular nerves ached to be a dick in the pettiest way possible.  He inwardly hoped that by dragging this girl to the most unassuming bookshop would encourage her to leave, call a friend or get a cab to take her back to her home, but alas, she stayed glued to Law’s side like a lost dog.

She followed behind him as he blindly perused shelves of new and pre-owned books, Law’s feet subconsciously guiding him to the back of the store where he knew the comic books would be located.

If anything would turn this girl off for good, it had to be his love for all things superhero.  His comic book collection would dry her up like a dessert in a drought.  Or at least, it fucking better.

His eyes lit up as he approached the expansive comic shelf, immediately spotting the latest print of Sora: Warrior of the Sea- Volume 10.  It had finally been officially localized, and he had been saving some of his spending money for this very moment.  He eagerly grabbed the book from the shelf, thumbing through the pages.

“How old even are you?” jeered the girl by his side.  “Comic books are, like, little kid shit.”

“I’m five years old,” barked Law, refusing to look toward her as he continued to analyze the pages of his favorite series.

To the average onlooker, they both probably looked like complete jackasses towards one another.  And while Law was at least brave enough to admit that his behavior was certainly petty, he felt like he was warranted a Get Out Of Jerk Free card for all the painful hours of suffering through this atomic catastrophe of a date had put him through.

“Whatever, I’m going to find a bathroom,” the girl finally groaned, releasing his arm and trudging through the aisles of books toward the checkout counter to ask an employee where the bathrooms were located.

Law watched her go out of his peripheral vision, refusing to exhale a sigh of profound relief until she was completely out of his line of sight.  With shoulders that finally relaxed, free from the overbearing tension, he turned his focus back to the comic in his hands, continuing to thumb through the colorful pages of artwork.  He flipped the book around to examine the price, smiling at how reasonable it was.  He filled his arms with a few other comics from a series he had been meaning to pick up, and retreated toward the cash registers to buy his books.  The sooner he got his treat for this ordeal, the sooner he could get out of here, call this girl a taxi home, and spend the rest of his life as a willingly single comic book mega-nerd.

But reality wouldn’t let him off the hook so easily.

Not when the girl sitting behind the register thumbing through another copy of Sora Volume 10 was an absolute bombshell.

When she looked up at Law, her eyes quickly went wide.  She placed the book under the register counter and eagerly leaned forward, her hands supporting her over the counter.  “Are you alright?” she asked, her voice laced with worry.

Law cocked an eyebrow, confused.  “Yeah, why?”

“That girl you’re with is making you miserable.  You walked through the door looking like you wanted someone to grant you a mercy killing,” she huffed.  Her eyes were clearly concerned.  “Are you dating her?”

Law felt his guard dropping without even realizing it the longer he was in the presence of this cashier.  “My friends set me up on a date with her, but I’m having the absolute worst time of my life.”

The new girl’s own eyebrows angled downward in concern.  “Do you want an out?”

“A what?”

“An out,” she repeated.  “An excuse to get her to leave you alone.”  Time was running out.  At any moment, she could leave the bathroom.

Law frantically looked back and forth between the cashier and the small, short hallway that led to the single restroom.  With pleading, golden eyes, he silently mumbled, “Yes, please.”

The cashier kept her eyes on the bathroom door as she began unloading Law’s hands, spreading his books out on the counter to make it look like she was busy ringing out his purchase.  Law watched with an analytical gaze as she fumbled with his items, clearly buying time until the bathroom door opened.

He didn’t have time to ask what she was plotting.

The second the door cracked open, the man’s shirt collar was violently clenched in the cashier’s hands as she pulled him over the counter, smushing her lips into his.  Law’s fingers flexed in thin air as he froze, brain completely fried as he was frozen in this sudden kiss.

His first kiss.

“What the fuck?!” the girl screeched, exiting the bathroom in a frenzy as she booked it toward the heated exchange happening over the cash register.

The new girl pulled herself away from Law’s face, but only enough where she could display her best rendition of a weary, tired war-torn wife waiting on a cliffside for her husband to return.  “Baby, please just take me back!  My life isn’t complete without you!”  Her voice was cracking as she fake-wailed, her grip on Law’s shirt never faltering, not even once.  The few customers who also occupied the store turned to stare at the commotion, frazzled and befuddled.  “Nothing in life is as good as it was with you!  I’m in shambles!  You were the best sex I’ve ever had!”

It took a few moments for Law to catch on to the ruse.  As soon as he put the puzzle pieces together in his mind, however, he was grabbing the wrists of the cashier and bringing his lips back to hers, closing his eyes and trailing his arms up to grasp her face.  Completely disregarding the fact that they were still separated by the heavy check-out counter between their torsos.

“You were dating someone?!” snapped the original girl.  “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Law pulled away from the cashier’s lips, his own skin immediately feeling fifteen degrees colder from the loss of her contact.  “I wasn’t.  Until now.”

The new girl put her arm around Law’s shoulders from across the check-out counter, her deft fingers caressing his skin through his shirt.  “I’m sorry, but I’m taking him back, I can’t stand to be without him any longer!  The sight of him with another woman…” she made a show of clenching her chest, “makes me sick!”  She was damn good at this, in a way that almost made Law concerned.  The fact that she was pulling all of this out of nowhere, and the fact that her first course of action was this drastic, made Law’s heart flutter in his chest.

“Ugh, whatever.  This place sucks ass anyway.  I’m going home.”  She finally shouldered her bag and marched out of the shop, her feet stomping across the hardwood floor until the sound of the front door slamming closed finally made the cashier release her arm from Law’s shoulders.

And once again, the man was feeling oddly cold without the contact.  He glanced at her as she started ringing up his items for real.  “You’re… a good actor,” he blurted.

The girl hid her face in her arm with shame, an awkward laugh bubbling from her throat.  “I’m so sorry, I was trying to think of what to do to help you but when the door opened I panicked.”  Her eyes were focused on her work.  “I’ve been on some absolutely awful dates myself, so I understand.  Sometimes I’ve wished I could have Prince Charming swoop me out of the movie theater where a guy made fun of me for my interests the entire run-time.”

His jaw went slack.  “Are you serious?”

“Deadass,” she replied, quick as a whip.  “Insisted on holding my hand the entire time.  I think he was convinced that I had taken him to see a horror movie because I wanted to act scared in front of him, but his hand was so clammy and sticky the whole time.  And not in the endearing ‘Aww he’s shy!’ kind of way.”

Law wished at that moment that he had more charisma.  He was sure one of his friends would be able to pull a witty, flirty quip from their asses like it was nothing, but Law’s personal dictionary of flattery was nonexistent as it was.  He balked while he listened to the cashier who just took his breath away lamenting about her own poor experiences with dating, and he was sure that her example in this moment was only one of many.  Instead of continuing the conversation, his mind blanked.  He stated, more like whispered, “That was my first kiss.”

The girl’s hands stopped scanning his books halfway through.  Her wide eyes darted up to Law’s, her jaw slack.  “It… It was?”

“Yeah.”

Her hands flew to cover her mouth, eyes wide with shock.  “Oh my god… oh my god, I’m so sorry!”  She dropped her head onto the counter, covering her despair with both of her arms now.  “First kisses are supposed to be special and I just took your’s away from you…”

Law shocked himself by smiling at the weary display in front of him.  “If it makes you feel any better, that was far better than the date I was on.  But I’m sure you already knew that.”

She picked her head up, a trembling hand grabbing one of his last books to scan.  Her eyes nervously darted back and forth as she silently worked, once in a while sucking her bottom lip in with her teeth before releasing the flesh.  She was clearly lost in an intense inner turmoil.

“It’s really alright,” Law muttered, now growing shy himself.  He was just now realizing the gravity of what had happened… and how truly adorable this girl was.

She tapped a few buttons on her cash register before finally making eye contact with him again.  “You are a pretty good kisser… you’re really sure you’ve never done that before?”

He affirmatively shook his head.  “Never.  I’ve never been… popular with the dating scene,” he muttered.  “Hence this awful set-up date.”

The cashier’s eyes went wide again momentarily.  “That’s kind of surprising to me… I would think someone like you would get any girl you wanted.”

Law backpedaled.  “What does that mean?”

She pulled his total up on the small screen that faced him.  She was turning away from him as if to hide her face, her entire expression teeming with a child-like embarrassment.  “Well, you’re crazy hot, for starters.  And you like Sora, clearly.”

Law felt a smirk emerge on his lips.  “Is Sora one of your only qualifiers for a decent partner?”  He began to rekindle some of the confidence he had lost throughout the day.  The longer he spent in this girl’s presence, the more he felt the tension in his body leaving.

She grinned, the stress in her shoulders from her own actions finally releasing.  “Only guys with fluffy black hair and golden eyes that read Sora, if you want my honest answer.”

Now this was flirting.  Law had to admit, he was pretty pleased with this sudden turn of events.  The atmosphere this girl radiated was immensely calming, allowing him to chip through his reinforced walls just enough to feel like a somewhat normal person.  He started to wonder if she could break through his barriers even more.

“What’s your name?” he finally asked, taking out his credit card and swiping it through the machine to finally cash out his order.

The girl excitedly revealed her name.  “And your’s?”

“Trafalgar Law,” he replied.  “I go to North Blue University for med school in the next town over.”

“No shit, so do I!  I’m getting a worker's license there,” she added, her expression shifting from one of moderate happiness to one of excitement.  “I doubt we’ve had any of the same classes, but we should hang out sometime!  Get coffee, maybe talk about Sora…”  Her voice trailed off, her eyes growing soft.  “Unless you’ve been completely turned off to dating after what you’ve clearly just been through.”

Law took a few moments to ponder over her words, watching as the receipts for his purchase slowly emerged from the thermal printer.  “I think I can make an exception this time.”

The smile that broke out on the girl’s face may as well have blinded him.  She was truly dazzling, even in her ratty-looking employee apron and an oversized T-shirt accounting for her work attire.

Law placed his new assortment of books into his own bag, the girl snatching his receipts from the printer and stashing one of the copies in the drawer below the counter.  When he looked back up, she was holding out his second receipt, folded in half.  She gave him a fond smile when he took it.

“I hope you’re able to relax later today, and enjoy your books!” she called, waving to Law as he exited the store.

Once outside again, the air felt clearer now that he was alone.  The day was still young, hardly a cloud in the sky and a pleasant breeze coasting through the city.  He looped his bag over his shoulder and opened the receipt, peering at what was written on the backside.

Call me for Sora… and for just me ;) <3 1125-354-9854

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[mammonsrockstargf]

Your most recent Luci fic—the one w the priest—is really good!

Not sure if you take requests rn, but I would love it if you could write something similar. For example, a fic about Luci with an ex-Catholic lover? Or maybe a lover who used to be a nun?

(I’m ex-Catholic, now agnostic-leaning-towards-atheist & when I was Catholic, I was in postulancy—training to be a nun—but…things happened lol)

hi, anon, thank you! <3 i'm glad you liked it. and wow, that sounds like quite the religious journey! i hope that you find something that makes sense for you. <3 i'm both baptized and confirmed in the protestant church but i'm an atheist now. (obv not the same at all, but i somewhat getchu >:D)

here goes! i hope you like it. <33

warning: very heavy religious themes!

When you're first teleported to the Devildom, your reaction is to say a prayer. It falls off your lips so easily. Call it old habits, call it shock. You're even surprised by it yourself, staring wide-eyed at Diavolo as the prayer slips your lips.

“Be our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil.”

Everyone is shocked. The prayer in itself doesn't really have that much of an effect, your dear god cannot save you here (not that you expected him to), but a deep shiver runs down Lucifer's back. It's safe to say he hasn't heard that prayer in a while.

As if isn’t enough that you just prayed for protection against the devil, the prayer that mindlessly slipped out of you is the prayer to the archangel Michael. It strikes a deep cord within Lucifer. He doesn’t blame you, per se, he’s just very very shocked.

He takes it like a challenge, even if he isn’t aware of it. He’ll question your faith constantly. You aren’t really interested in getting into your religious beliefs with this stranger, not to mention demon, who practically kidnapped you. So you just kind of ignore his questions or avoid them.

“Were you born into religion or did you find it later in life?”

“What?” You look at Lucifer tiredly, trying to bottle your annoyance. That’s the fifth question he’s asked today, despite you expertly avoiding his last four.

You’re in his office, seated at a chair in front of his desk. He pulled you in, saying you couldn’t leave until you did the homework you’d been skillfully neglecting. Lovely education reform.

“Were you born into religion or did-“ Lucifer begins to repeat. He seems rather immune to your annoyance, seemingly thinking his pursuit of your personal information is justified. You’ve come to find that Lucifer generally thinks that anything he does is completely justified.

“I heard you.” you interrupt and send him a tight-lipped smile. “I just didn’t want to answer you.” you follow up. Lucifer tilts his head to the side, red eyes piercing through you.

“Why not?” he asks. You sigh. Does this man never run out of questions? “You’re never going to get my approval if you don’t let me get to know you.” he lazily states, flipping some of the worksheets on his desk.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You really don’t wanna get into it but you do need his approval if you want to help the brothers and Belphegor…

“I was born into it. My parents are very religious,” you state while staring at your homework, not daring to make eye contact. It feels as though his eyes are burning holes into you. A small hum leaves Lucifer. “Very interesting, indeed,” he says, voice sounding almost melodic. When you finally look up at him, he’s grinning, while twirling his pen with his fingers. He thinks he’s won this round. Stupid prick.

Months later, when you’re lying in his bed with his arms wrapped around you, you finally breach the subject. “I was in postulancy for a while,” you say, completely out of the blue. You’re laying on his chest with his arm around your waist, the other caressing your hair.

You feel his body tensing underneath you for a few seconds before he softens again. You look up at him but he’s staring at the ceiling. “I practically grew up in the church. Mass every Sunday, youth choir every Tuesday, summer camp once a year…”

You lay your head on his chest again, looking at the wall. Lucifer doesn’t say anything, but his fingers move from your hair to rub soothing patterns into your back, encouraging you to continue. “It seemed the natural next step for me to become a nun. My entire community was the church. My parents were so proud as well. Their status in the church meant everything to them.”

A lump grows in your throat. “Sorry, I haven’t talked about this in so long, I’m rambling-“ you whisper. Lucifer's hand moves from your back to your chin, turning your head towards him. “Don’t apologize, little lamb. I am very proud of you for opening up to me,” he says and your breath slightly hitches. He smiles fondly at you and strokes your cheek. His smile then fades slowly. “It occurs to me that I haven’t been fair to you. I’m sorry that I was so insensitive when we met.”

You huff. “You were a dick,” Lucifer glares at you and pinches your cheek. “Now, now. I’ve admitted my faults, let’s not delve into it,” he says and you wince, gripping his hand and intertwining your fingers.

“Yeah, yeah, old man, I’ll consider if you deserve my forgiveness,” you say and settle your head on his chest again. A small chuckle vibrates through Lucifer before a comfortable silence falls over you.

“What made you change your mind? Why aren’t you a nun, my little lamb?” he asks after a while. You think for a while, looking at your intertwined hands. His thumb presses small circles into the back of your hand.

“It just didn’t feel right, I guess,” you mumble. Lucifer nods. “Well, I, for one, am glad you didn’t go through with it. It would all be terribly complicated if you were already in a relationship with my Father.”

You let out a surprised laughter and push yourself up so your face is directly over his. His hands settle on your hips, thumbs tracing patterns into your bare skin, where your shirt has ridden up. “What a weird thing to say,” you giggle and Lucifer's brows furrow. “Well, it’s true-“ he begins, but your lips press to his before he can continue his weird family rambles. It’s a chaste kiss and you quickly press another to the corner of his lips and then one to his cheek and jaw.

After that, Lucifer is very gentle with you on the subject. He never prods or questions and only talks about it if you start the conversation. He'll even subtly change the topic if someone else brings it up. It's like a little secret between the two of you when he sends you confidential glances, making your heart flutter.

You're in a beautiful meadow. The sky is purple and you're wearing a heavy rosary with white beads around your neck. A pack of doves fly above you, circling like vultures. They begin diving for you, pecking you with their beaks, pulling at your skin and hair. You try to shield yourself with your arms, but it's useless against the many doves, plunging down. Their shrieks fill your ears and you cover your ears, but it's useless, the sound ringing in your head. You try to run, but the rosary has grown in size, pulling you down towards the ground. 

You wake with a fright, covered in sweat. Your breathing is heavy as you gasp for air. You put your face in your hands and run them through your hair. Your heart is beating harshly against your ribcage. Lucifer. You need to go to Lucifer. 

You stagger towards his room, weakly knocking on his door. "Come in," he sounds from the other side. You brace yourself against the door. "Lucy," you weakly say and the door immediately opens causing you to practically fall into him. 

In a flash, you're in his lap on his couch. He worriedly grabs your face and examines you. "What's wrong, my love?" he asks and you wrap your arms around him, sinking your face into the crook of his neck. "Nightmare," you mumble. You feel Lucifer physically relaxing underneath you as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer. You feel your heartbeat slowing, as you're finally able to relax again.

"Wanna tell me about it?" he asks and you explain your dream, voice muffled against his skin. His hand finds your collarbone and he pushes you, just far enough so he can press his forehead against your own. You pout and furrow your brows. "It was so real, I swear I can still feel their beaks on my skin." 

"Where do you feel it?" Lucifer asks and you shrug. "Everywhere..." His gaze is soft as he grabs your hand, bringing it to his lips. "You feel them here?" he asks, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. His lips trail up your arm. "Here?" he asks, eyes still on you. You nod and he presses a kiss to your arm. "Your shoulder as well?"

"Yes," Another kiss is pressed into your shoulder, then your collar bone, your neck, your jaw, your cheeks, your nose. You let out a giggle and he presses a last kiss to your forehead. "Did I miss anywhere?" he asks and you nod. His eyebrows raise. "Really? Where?" he ponders and you bring his thumb to your lips. "Here," you say and this time you're the one pressing a small kiss to his fingertip. 

"Oh," Lucifers says, eyes following your every move. He takes a sharp breath and pulls on your bottom lip. "We can't have that, now can we?" he says and you shake your head. He leans and kisses you and you kiss him back slowly. 

"Thank you, Lucy," 

"I'll always be here, my love,"

a/n: aaa thank you for reading, guys, i hope you liked this one!! you can find my other stuff here. <333

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[laesas]

did you ever make a post about pete not liking tankhun ? i know you mentioned it a few times in your tags but i don't remember seeing a post. (i share your opin ions.)

I definitely toyed with the idea of meta or a gifset but I didn't ever make a full post! I love unrequited love and I ESPECIALLY love the extremely rare platonic version which Tankhun and Pete absolutely nail in my opinion!

There are loads of moments where Pete's smile drops around Tankhun very quickly, or he insults Tankhun behind his back. Instead of laughing things off like Arm and Pol, he almost has a wincing fear-response to Tankhun, which we don't really see at all from the other bodyguards.

I think that Tankhun likes to think of himself as being close friends with his bodyguards, and he does genuinely show a lot of open affection for Pete and eventually concern for his safety. But I think ultimately for Pete, Tankhun is just a part of Pete's job, and over time resentment has built up until he thinks of Tankhun as one of the *worst* parts of it. I definitely don't think he resents Tankhun enough to hurt or endanger him, but that's about as far as it goes, there's certainly very little love there.

Something about that dynamic is just particularly brilliant, especially when combined with Pete's eventual defection from Tankhun's side to Vegas'. He chooses a man who has beaten and tortured him over a man who showers him in affection and throws parties on his return.

I utterly adore Tankhun but I think as a character that's grown up in a gilded cage, he doesn't really understand that what Pete needs is a sense of his own autonomy rather than being dragged to "fun" "lets cheer up Pete" parties that Tankhun has demanded on his behalf. At least with Vegas he *chose* to go back, he handed Vegas the ropes, let him lock him back up again. Even before he develops feelings for Vegas, Pete has clearly felt like a subhuman pet for Tankhun and the main family for a long, long time and I think ironically Vegas acknowledging Pete's humanity is the tipping point for him.

I think even without their nascent romantic love as a factor, Pete would always choose Vegas. Because despite the threat of suffering, he offers a sense of freedom that Tankhun's gilded cage does not. It all makes for an incredibly interesting betrayal, and makes Pete choosing Vegas over Tankhun all the more pointed. By choosing to be Vegas' pet, he chooses to be human.

#I have had this gifset concept rattling round my brain since before I even learned to make gifs #if I didn't have so many complicated feelings about Pete after the whole Build situation I'd make it in a heartbeat tbh #my worry is that it would either be taken as a ''hating on Pete'' set and I'd get mad shit for it in my inbox #(despite it being one of my fave facets of his character) #or it would be interpreted as a ''Build's acting appreciation!'' post which tbf it kinda would be. #theres no getting away from the fact that he shaped Pete into a very interesting and nuanced character #but you wouldn't catch me dead making a ''Captain Jack Sparrow appreciation'' set even if I loved POTC as much as KPTS yknow? #like theres only so much distance I can split the character from the actor. which sucks bc Pete as a character was one of my favourites #idk. probably not the ideal answer lol #my first instict was to just make the set since it was all planned out from like december #but since January my love for Pete as a character has mostly been in a little box on a high shelf that I do not ever touch. which is sad #but it is what it is ig #anyway lol 👀 #tankhun theerapanyakul #pete kp #tankhun kp #kp meta #ask #anon #watch me deliberately not putting that shit in the pete tag out of fear #anyway back on the high shelf you go little pete feelings. lets go back to simply not acknowledging u once more lol 🥲✨ #goddamn I deliberately hadnt thought about him in months but now I kinda miss Pete... :( I love this ask though thank u for sending it! 🦔✨ #damn rereading this its like girl. do you have an unrequited love for commas?? fucking use them?? :) anywaY #kpts

[httpiastri]

Oscar is so bad LOL What even is he doing?

go off, anon 😚 you seem to know a lot

idk if i would say p9 in the championship, two podiums and being one of the four people to win a race this year is “so bad”, but you do you i guess

#first of all…. sending stuff like this to an oscar blog is so funny 🤣🤣 #you think i’m gonna agree??? #it’s pretty interesting imo how like #all of a sudden #p10 as a rookie and p5 in the quali is ‘bad’ #(quali = shootout sorry) #when he’s a rookie who’s never done cota before #constantly outperforming not only the other rookies but also very experienced drivers #kinda same for lando how everyone was like ‘poor guy had a bad weekend!’ in Qatar #like… if y’all said a few months ago that two P3s would be BAD then i would’ve lost my shit #mclaren fans became spoiled in such a short amount of time lmao #don’t get me wrong im not against it lol im just trying to stay appreciative of every thing that goes right #anyway #oscar is not bad #sorry anon #you’re watching a future wdc #you should be thankful 😇 #told myself to not write too much because this is just a silly hater but then i did 😶 #asks! #anon!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hi lovely ari,

may i recommend you a fic which you may enjoy?

it's on ao3, but i think you'll really enjoy it.

it's called 'among dawn flowers (the face of god)' by unolvrs

here is a link to it:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31311146/chapters/77414657

aaa thank you anon!! 🥺🥺 i’ll be honest… cheater!gojo is a pet peeve for me LMAO. he’s a little shit but i rlly can’t see him being an asshole… and arranged marriage is another trope i’m not rlly super into,… :’3 but i trust your taste!! i’m sure it’s good <33 will definitely share my thoughts if i end up reading it!!! the protective!geto tag is luring me in………

#mannnn there r a couple ao3 fics on my tbr that i need to read….. #there was one kenny/reader fic that sounded super duper interesting hehe #BUT RLLY THANK YOU ANON!!! i’m embarrassed of how picky i am when it comes to gojo fics sometimes bUT . #i am very particular abt the way he’s characterized 😭 #i appreciate the fact that you thought to rec me a fic at all tho 🥺🥺 i am sending you many hugs #ask tag ✩

[despairforme]

What could MAKE you apologize? For any reason/fault. (Canon or modern or both, whatever you see fit)))

❝ I ain't never gonna apologize 'fer nothin'! ❞ Came his immediate reply. Sure, he'd ironically say "my bad" or whatever, but it was never an actual apology. He couldn't imagine what could make him actually feel sorry. To feel remorse, you definitely had to care about someone. Respect them. Admit that you'd wronged them, and that they deserved to have said wrongdoing acknowledged. There were lots of emotions you'd need in order to arrive at the conclusion that an apology was necessary, nevermind actually wording it. There was no way in hell that would ever happen. He wasn't sorry for ANYTHING. Considering all the bad shit he constantly pulled, it was clear that he had no conscience. It was something he should've gotten when he became an Arrancar, and took that step towards human emotions, but he'd never gotten his humanity back. He didn't feel sorry for anyone or anything. Not to mention, if you truly pitied someone, you would not SHOW them that. That would just be rubbing salt in the wound. If you cared, you wouldn't do that.

❝ Ain't 'bout what I did, but who I did it 'ta. If I'mma apologize 'ta someone, 's gotta be someone important. ❞ Nnoitra reluctantly admitted. He was not generally one to apologize. Not because he couldn't admit when he was wrong ( he knew he was wrong pretty much all the time ), but because he didn't care. He didn't care to put himself through the humiliation of apologizing if said person's opinion of him didn't matter. That person had to be important. It had to MATTER. Nnoitra had to NEED their forgiveness.

It wasn't like he'd never apologized before in his life. He'd apologized to Grimmjow plenty of times, and lord knew he fucking SHOULD as well, considering everything he'd done to him. In the end, it hadn't mattered, Nnoitra figured. In the end, Grimmjow hadn't forgiven him. Nnoitra didn't blame him for that. Who WOULD forgive the shit Nnoitra had done? There could be no redemption, no matter how much he wished for it.

So yeah, when he did something HORRIBLE to a person he cared about, he WOULD apologize. This sort of "strict policy" meant that Nnoitra's apologies weighed heavy when he delivered them. He never said "sorry" just to get out of a situation. He always, truly MEANT that he regretted his actions when he told someone he was sorry. Of course, those times were few and far in between. He wondered if he'd ever find another person who he'd want to apologize for, and also... What sort of EVIL thing he'd do to them, that would warrant an apology.

#[ have both canon and main verse anon 8))) ] #[ i thought it was interesting to see the difference between them ] #[ since canon nnoitra does not have the same experiences as human nnoi ] #[ so they have different views on this ] #[ and of course canon nnoitra ISN'T human so in the end he does lack... some things xD ] #[ thank you very much for sending!! i enjoyed writing this! ] #despair for me. ╱ in character. #talking shit. ╱ answers. #the praying mantis. ╱ canon verse. #burn the city. ╱ main verse.

[straight-to-the-pain]

You reblogged that antis post so I just wanted to be sure, do you support shipping adults with minors?

(To clarify- am asking because the terms are vague and used for multiple things and I didn't want to assume anything)

I was debating whether or not to answer this because frankly ‘support’ is just as vague a term as any other but like, I’m not invested in shipping discourse, I mostly stick to original fiction and stay out of fandom wank.

I reblogged the post in the context of purity culture and people being harassed for using fiction to explore things that they know are immoral and harmful irl. What does shipping mean to you? Does it mean that the characters in question would have a healthy, loving relationship? Or is it a dynamic you think is interesting to consider through a fictional lens?

I don’t care what people want to write about. If we didn’t let people write about bad things that would be the definition of censorship. Creating fictional content doesn’t somehow make you a criminal and it doesn’t equal harm unless you specifically use that content to hurt someone.

If you’re asking me if I supporting pedophilia then, no of course I don’t. I think you’d be hard pressed to find someone here who would tell you that they thought that it was fine for adults to date children irl. If you’re asking me if I think that it’s a topic that should never be written about in fiction, frankly I don’t think such a topic exists.

Do I think that context and intent matters? Undoubtedly. But unless a writer is actively saying things and doing things that lead me to believe that they condone the things they write about irl, I’m not going to stop them from creating the fiction they want to create.

I write about torture and murder and rape and civil war and people being abused and hurt and assaulted, all things that I would never support irl. The fact that I enjoy writing and reading about these topics doesn’t make me a bad person. I don’t personally want to engage with any underage nsfw content in an enjoyable context, and it’s not something that I find fun, but I’ve seen it explored well, and I think it’s a topic that has to be written about if we want to be able to understand it and challenge it in the real world too.

We’re all too happy to call people online pedos and never quite willing enough to tackle the abuse that happens in plain sight all around us.

#I don’t think I actually get what shipping is ngl #like to me it doesn’t mean oh I think they’d be a good healthy couple #it just means I want to put these two people together in my fictional story and see what chaos will happen #and like no I personally don’t have any interest in shipping any fictional children and adults #that’s not one of the things I’m interested in exploring in my writing #it’s not something I’m gonna put on this blog #it’s a rule specifically in my server because it makes me personally uncomfortable #but anyway this is just the sort of question people ask I think because they want an excuse to send anon hate so #if you’re planning to do that I’m not actually gonna post it so don’t bother #I’m secure enough in my own morals and personal actions thank you very much #also yelling at people online doesn’t make them better #it just satisfies your desire for moral superiority #asks answered #child abuse #just in case you want to block that you know #it is a bit of a heavy topic so

[violet-fire-cat]

So how are vampires and werewolves not known, like people are being bitten all the time, and I can only imagine the amount of howling and such on full moons.

Anon here making me think about the tough stuff! Okay this is probably quite important to the world building for this au though so very valid question! I took it to CJ and we talked about it a bit to figure things out, here's what we have;

Hypnosis and simular mind tricks are a very common power amongst vampires. Even if it's not something they specialise in most have basic skills and it's one of the first things new vampires are taught. Many will use this to simply stop humans from realising they've been bitten, or to forget that it happened at all. Sure the bite mark will be there for a few days, but it could be dismissed as something else, or maybe not even noticed. Depending on exactly what tricks the vampire used on them.

And even if someone did remember that it was a vampire who had bitten them. Who would they tell? Who would believe them? Vampires aren't real!

As for the werewolves, there is definietly a lot of howling on full moons. Ren and his pack usually move out of populated areas on the full moon, they stick to the forest that borders the city, it's safer out there for everyone. But wolf howls travel pretty damn far, so surely they'd still be heard in the city itself? That's where Scar, Joel, and maybe some of the other magical folks come in. A little magic set up around the border muffles or completly blocks out the howls. If the wolf is close to the city you'll still hear it, but most humans would just dismiss it as a noisy dog.

And besides, there are no wild wolves in the UK, where the au is set, so how could that howling be a wolf? A ridiciolous idea!

I think that's everything we talked about? There's probably room for more development here though! Aaaaand a little bit of suspension of disbelief is also appreciated, this is a fantasy (ish) au, things can be weird and not make sense and it's probably fine haha

#if anyones got any other ideas for how things could be kept very hush hush I'd be interested in hearing them! #was fun to think about this and try to figure things out though #even if it is something that probably should of been figured out right at the start pfft #oh well we've got some ideas now! #I love answering these sorts of questions about characters and worldbuilding for the au so please do send more in I love to see them! #or anything for this au really perhaps especially if it gives me an excuse to doodle for it hehe #but yeah thank you for the ask anon this was a good one! #violetanswers #vampire/werewolf au

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

Hihi just wanna say real quick that you are very cool :00 I adore all the little comments you put in the tags on my posts they’re so fun to read /gen and it’s really awesome to find another Kross enjoyer (alsoalso your art is beautiful too)

anyway I just wanted to say that…

-A person who was too nervous to send this out of anon lmao

UAZGHJHFAGJ AAAA THANK YOUUU :') <3333

man why are you all so shyyyy when i'm just. i'm just a lil girl i'm a small widdle artist who goes insane over anything that remotely involves art/writings on the most niche fandoms like :'D i'm really not that cool i promise HHH xD

and man i might not know exactly who you are (although i can probably guess >;)c) but it makes me extremely happy that you like my tags!! i know how good it feels to get some nice comments on your works so for all the people who looked at it and didn't reblog i'll give you as many tags that i can possibly come up with!!! >:Dc <33333

#ask #no no i mean i get it. i know some artists i wouldn't even send an ask to because they're WAY too composed; brief and cool and it's just!! #scary to not receive the same amount of enthusiasm you send because you start overthinking your interactions and all- #so i get it!! but like...me? mE??? #is it the art thing? do you guys look at my art and think i'm as cool as the art?? if so then GHFTJFHKJLJ thANK YOU #but also?? i wish i was too bro HHH i am literally incapable of sounding mysterious and interesting xD i tricked you guys into being shy #when I'M the shy one stop whatever you're thinking cause I'M the shyest one out of us two!!! how DARE you think i'm good with words #i'm NOT i mumble and fumble with my thoughts and it somehow sounds good but like!! other than compliments i'm basic hhhh xD #and another kross enjoyer?? you think i DON'T feel like i found a jackpot when i find new content for them?? #like of COURSE i'd love your stuff and i'll make sure you know it very well hhhh xD but really i do appreciate it! #haven't interacted with a bunch of new ppl in a WHILE so i guess i just feel really giddy and happy lately :') #and ofc don't feel like you have to go off anon but don't worry about sending me asks without being anonymous either >:Dc #thank you thank you thank you<3333

[blorbosexterminator]

Do the Elena and Gabriel still have their Argentinian accent after living abroad for such long time? Martín has it but he was already an adult and they are in Spain/Italy/travelling since a young age I was wondering how it affected them - like their whole national identity.

Not really, no. As you said, Martín was probably already an adult. There is a very faint remaining accent that a layman would probably not hear in their Spanish. Their entire sense of Spanish, not just Argentinian Spanish, is actually not that good because most of their permanent life when they're not traveling is in Italy, and aside from berlermo and Sergio, they are not usually in the company of native Spanish speakers. And while they're homeschooled, the language of their studies and their exams is Italian. They don't lose Spanish entirely because they do speak to their parents in it and do frequently spend time in Madrid, but Italian becomes more dominant to them in a sense, and the Argentinan accent is pretty much lost from their Spanish.

It's actually interesting to me too. They don't have any strong sense of national identity and it's not exactly something in their life that concerns them. The twins don't really fit in anywhere outside of the family, especially with their age group. And while Martín personally has a lot of National Pride that he tries to inject in the kids, he himself has lived between Italy and Spain since he was 18, and they don't even travel to Argentina that often nor do they have any Argentine relatives that they keep in touch with. And what both him and Andrés stress much more often is the kids' belonging to them. Especially as far as Andrés is concerned, the twins' identity is that they are his and Martín's kids. This family unit takes a much larger place in their life than nationality and cultural identity does.

And that really ends up being the truth of it because even while living in Italy and absorbing the Italian culture, etc, it's a very secluded family that stresses its own familial pride over anything else. Their attachment to the mint heist, for instance, comes way more from their desperate sense of belonging (and desperate need to prove it too) to Sergio, Andrés, and Jesús, who they never even met. That's pretty much the source of their "Spanish" sense of identity comes from, by osmosis through Andrés and Sergio. Argentina still has a complicated effect on them because it's tied to their mother and grandmother, and it's a source of internal conflict to both of them , in different ways, ( that I intend to explore if I ever get around to writing a Gold Heist au with them after the mint one), because they simultaneously drive to prove their true belonging to the family unit they are in now, which Andrés specially feeds, and at the same time they are often rid with guilt over this meaning they are basically throwing their relationship to their mother (and grandmother) in the trash. So their conflicted, complex national identity is basically just familial identity at core.

#this is a long answer quwkwow but yeah I do think of it because it's pretty interesting to me #thank you for sending this very interesting ask and getting me to rant a bit anon! #more than 'do we belong to Spain or Argentina?' to the twins is 'do we belong to Andres and Martin and Sergio (who all don't even have the #last name and one of them is a literal Argentine LMFAO) or do we belong to Mama and Abuela' and those affect the national identity question #more than anything else #Children of the dust

[kakimushire]

So Mayuri was alienated partially because of his skin colour? Did he feel any kind of kinship with other dark-skinned characters like Tousen or Love or even Yoruichi?

     Hm. This was a strange question. It was not something he had ever thought about before. He tipped his head to the side, clearly thinking, and clearly interested. It was true that there were few individuals in Seireitei whose skincolor differed. It was also true that his darker complexion HAD played a part in his childhood, before he started painting himself. The other children probably would not have treated him the way they had if he had looked like them. The staff at the orphanage too had treated him differently. It had been the beginning of his separation from others. He had drifted apart from everyone else, and he had never found ( or tried ) to find his way back to shore. Maybe there was no shoreline for him anyway.

     ❝ No. ❞ He finally said, in a tone as if the matter was obvious. ❝ Seems a strange thing to feel kinship over. They certainly have always treated me as everyone else. ❞ Now he was wondering - WOULD they have treated him differently if they were aware of the color of his skin? He doubted it. Mayuri had never understood the concept of treating people differently for such an idiotic reason. His skin was just skin. It just happened to be on his body, and he needed his body to perform tasks and work. As long as his body could function, it didn’t matter what it looked like. ❝ I don’t find ANY of these individuals particularly interesting. Tousen has always annoyed me because he’s blind when he doesn’t NEED to be! I can easily fix his eyesight, but he’s never asked. How idiotic is that? ❞ It annoyed him to this day. ❝ Rabu Aikawa I suppose is more interesting after his hollowfication. ❞ Mayuri tapped his chin. He wouldn’t mind carrying out some experiments. Then, the final person mentioned - his eyes narrowed. ❝ As for Shihōin? What an annoying woman! ❞ A woman who had kept Urahara away from important research. The ONLY useful thing she had ever done in her life was make sure Urahara wasn’t executed, but - it hardly made up for all the time she had made him waste!

     Mayuri didn’t feel kinship with anyone, except ( regrettably ) - Urahara. He didn’t even feel it with Nemu or Akon or Yon. That was not kinship. He was their mentor. With Urahara he... Could be himself without being met with disgust. That, to Mayuri, was kinship. How annoying, that he could only have that with that man. And, since he had left Soul Society, Mayuri would never have it again. 

#[ ohh excellent question anon! ] #[ i loved this one :O ] #[ very interesting for mayuri to reflect over ] #[ thank you for sending! ] #ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＬＡＢ | in character. #ＪＯＵＲＮＡＬ ＥＮＴＥＲＩＥＳ | answers.

[masquenoire]

thoughts on oswald cobblepot? (sorry if it's been asked before)

“The Penguin? Other than wanting to shoot him dead because he’s a direct threat to my ambitions, I kind of want to use him as a bowling ball.” Roman said while giving a noncommittal shrug. Oswald Cobblepot was an interesting little fellow in more ways than one, his family name having a long history in Gotham much like his own and that of other famous players like Bruce Wayne. Similarily he’d heard that Cobblepot also hated Bruce nearly as much as he did, but sharing a mutual enemy did not necessarily make them friends. No, Cobblepot was too similar to himself, sticking his beak into the murky depths of the criminal underworld and snatching up more than his share of fish. Only a fool would underestimate the man because of his comical appearance; Oswald was every bit as vicious as any other criminal boss in this city despite his small stature and taste for the good life, possibly even more so to remind others what he was truly capable of. Roman wasn’t afraid of Cobblepot and was sure he could take him in a one-on-one fight but the bird was known to be sly. Had to be to have lasted this long in Gotham. “I’ll give him one thing, he’s a canny little bastard. Always knows which way the wind is blowing and the Iceberg Lounge, that’s a pretty sweet place he’s got, I’ll admit. If he thinks he’s next in line to rule Gotham’s underworld once Falcone’s bitten the dust, I’ll be right there to kick him off his high chair. He can keep his little clubs but I want the throne.”

#anonymous #;; asks #Not at all anon! #Thank you for sending this! #Actually I like asks like this since Roman's got a lot of thoughts about people #And Oswald Cobblepot is very interesting being a fellow rogue and mobster #Doesn't like the man too much but he's respectable #He got to where he is for a reason #He knows how to throw entertainment also #But he's kind of a rival so he's not going to feel too friendly towards the guy #Nothing personal mind #Just never a good idea to trust other rogues #They can hate the Waynes together #I'm also being vague/ambigious when it comes to Penguin btw #Just his feeings in general until he meets/interacts with a Penguin

[harvestmoth]

*pulls you under the bed*

IDEA TIME! YOU WILL NEVER ESCAPE

Mayu - Rokurokubi (Beautiful long ass neck woman)

Tsumugi - Futakuchi Onna (Woman with another mouth at the back of her head)

Manaka - Fire Elemental

Ria - Nymph

Yuna - Oni

Juri - Dragon or Tiger Hybrid

Ao - Naga

Hikaru - Normal human

Ikumi - Living Porcelain Doll

Ryo - Maybe an Invisible Girl. She herself is invisible, but you can still see her clothes.

Yuuna - Exorcist, Sepharim, or Normal Person

Kako - Book Tsukumogami (Item past 100 years that gains life)

hey anon hows it hangin :]

these ideas are all really interesting! honestly not sure how to draw your ideas for mayu, tsumugi, manaka and ria, but i did have a similar idea for juri and ao! ive actually drawn a dragon juri a couple times and snake ao once or twice but i never posted her.

my original idea for yuna and hikaru were a but different though, with yuna being a tiger thing and hikaru a centaur, but normal human hikaru still being called a horse despite being the only human of the 4 is very funny.

ikumi and ryo im also not sure how to draw, but thats mostly because im not good with dolls or clothes! but theyre both very very cool. invisible ryo makes for good photo taking

and yuuna i actually know nothing about her despite having her in game, ive just heard tales of the twins shes friends with and it. yea i think i wanna stay blissfully unaware of them. but yuuna and yukika both have very interesting designs, but i think her as an a sort of exorcist could be funny, given how my idea of mami has adopted a ghost

and finally kako! i absolutely adore her group i think theyre all really fun, and her being a hundred year old book is also very fun. i dont know how ghat would look either, maybe just a kako colored book who talks that nanaka and them found? idk but its all very interesting!

#hi sorry im bad with words and still dont feel like drawing much so most of this is just me saying wow thats interesting #and sorry it took so long to answer! its been a messed up couple of days my guy #its all good now though i think though #next one of these you send i’ll try to draw one out if you send another some time! i will do my best to do so #magia record #anons my beloved :] #thank you for the ask anon and im very sorry i took so long to answer

[a-queen-of-the-clouds]

I would actually LOVE to explain why I think Joe’s career never took off. Because it IS bewildering when you consider his first project was literally the lead in an Ang Lee film. And I think it comes down to a few things

His desire to be uninteresting during press. This is actually the #1 reason why. Being good at press can really help an actor overcome a mediocre project. He never wore interesting clothes or showed much of his personality during press. Everything we learned about him was through Taylor.

he didn’t pick lead roles until it was too late. Every lead role he had after his debut was after folklore and the re-emergence of Taylor as an it girl celebrity so his name was tied to her more than ever. Fun fact: I think this is the reason Lily Gladstone chose to go for the leading actress is because it’s much harder for mostly unknown actors to make the jump from supporting to leading. She wanted her future roles to be leading roles. Once you establish yourself as someone that can lead, you can take on supporting (like Leo in Django or RDJ in Oppenheimer).

He’s not good looking enough to offset the fact that he’s a good but not great actor. Jacob Elordi is a good actor (he has only okay accent work and has been pretty 1 note so far), but his pretty face and long limbs will always get my attention. Josh O’Connor very easily passed as a Prince Charles lookalike, but he is so dynamic as a performer, I am seated for his work too.

I actually agree with all of this! Fwiw, I was joking about his team being the reason, he got good opportunities so that was obviously not the case (i do believe his team sucks when it comes to handling press about the breakup tho)

The number 1 reason you mentioned is the one that makes me the most furious because he never even tried. All his press is SO BORING! And what makes me angry is that I have the theory that he was kind of relying on being Taylor's boyfriend to do the promo for him, which is ironic considering that he hated getting associated with her, but honestly what else did he have in his favor? We know nothing about him besides that! He went to fucking Kelly Clarkson, the most charismatic woman on tv right now, and made zero (0) effort to come across as likable.

Another thing I believe plays a factor is, as you said, going for lead roles too late, especially not being attached to a cultural phenomenon. Look at all his peers: Andrew Scott, Paul Mescal, Jacob, and Josh... They all have in common being part of insanely popular TV shows. And the thing is that he was supposed to have his big moment with Conversations with Friends, but... It just sucked, lol. Tbf that wasn't completely his fault. I loved the book! But it was not tv adaption material, and the script didn't let him do much, which also put into evidence that he is not that good of an actor because his costar did a much better job.

He could've gotten better at his craft with more opportunities. For example, I think Jacob can keep growing because he is getting tons of great work that, if he is serious enough, will make him a more seasoned performer. (He also has so much charisma, i wish i could climb him and kiss him but i digress). But i believe Joe's window of opportunity already passed and he didn't take advantage of it.

He also fumbled the greatest woman to ever lived and no one is going to forgive him for it 🤷‍♀️ Sucks to be him.

#i loved this ask thank you for sending it anon (: #taylor use to sing about him as the reencarnation of paul newman robert redford and carey grant #and we got mr wet cat in every interview #the math ain't mathing #i don't think she was lying! i think he must be very charming and interesting in person #but how on earth could i be sure? lol

[impeccablebackside]

do all, or at least some of the queens have one or a few specific kinks that they don't tell anybody else about?

That is a good question anon.

If they do, it is not for fear of judgement in my opinion. The sexual openness of the entirety of adults in the junkyard would mean most things would not get a negative reception. Plus, I do not think any of the queens have a kink or fetish that could be deemed taboo or proverbially extreme in any capacity.

Reagardless, please see a non-exhaustive post about what sort of kinks the queens have, and one about things they would want to try for some information that correlates. Even with these, there is still so much information in the hundreds of posts on the blog before or since those linked posts that could apply too, but they are more or less the best immediate resource.

If they are keeping a kink closely held, perhaps they are merely waiting for an opportune time to bring it up as a suggestion with their partner. Relationships and sex are always developing and progressing, so something that would have seemed further off can always become an option down the road. Introducing small tastes of a kink works to slowly allow for a queen go all out with them too.

I think most of what is related to specific kinks the queens are still hush about would be tied to things they want to explore in the future, whether they get to or not. With some of these, they would eventually profess their desire, so it would not be a secret anymore. That is a best case scenario in my opinion. They get to dream and then reap the rewards when it comes to fruition.

Though, it is of course possible that whatever specific kink they have will never be divulged. Sometimes holding onto something is the best way to foster or explore it, particularly from a personal standpoint. Maybe another person would not quite have the same perspective of how a kink should be done. That would certainly lead to disappointment.

Anyway, let us discuss what kinks are locked away for the future or forever. Here it is by queen, so lend an ear:

Vic is not wildly kinky at all, and much of what she would want to explore is so vanilla that she has done it with Plato when they experiment with new positions or something. Much of any withheld kinks are wrapped into her desire to be outwardly dominant with her partners, which she is currently growing into and testing out. Plato loves it, and Rumple is always left flustered when she is out-teased by the white queen. Though, being even more in control still stokes her flames. She desires to be the world's most adorable domme and make her partners beg and whine as she flexes her muscles.

Rumple is very open about her kinks, and she has so many that she pulls from when the mood strikes her. Not many stay beneath the surface in all fairness. Built into her exhibitionist streaks, she does have a desire to be discovered while jilling it alone and taken advanatge of by her finder. That is a less secretive 'secret' kink. Her deepest kink is a weirder one. She thinks it would be pretty swell to quite literally fuck a version of herself, whether that be some sort of manifestation from another universe or an enterprising queen dressed in her song costume. Self-pleasure is a perpetual boost in her everyday life, and she has a thing about how that would be if it was actually possible.

Tanto's more secret kink is an offshoot of her interest in petplay. While she has not had a proper opportunity to explore that interest very much at all, she thinks it could be exciting to get fully into that headspace beyond a surface level. Fully submitting (in more than one way) to being another being (not in a weird sense, just that it gives a different perspective) and having someone be her owner. Realizing that something was sparked while pretending to be a Pollicle, she would be even more animalistic and let her feral instinct steer some fun. She is actually nervous about letting anyone know for fear of judgement, and for the fact that she is not sure how to start.

Cass is pretty open when it comes to kinks, as most of her interests are served from more BDSM leaning play and the associated reverence her partners must devote to her. There is nothing specific that she has not shared with any partner. She gets more than enough enjoyment in what she already dabbles in and would not change much. Realistically, dabbling more in her cumslut ways would be of interest. Being covered in one (or more) person's cum excites her, and it is quite a attainable goal. Even getting creamed and letting the cum slowly drip out of her as she goes along with her day afterwards would work.

Deme's more hidden kink is one that she has shared with someone else, but moving past that phase of her life has more or less left it behind. The fiery ownership and control of a dominant partner has lead for her to have a seed of piss related kinks planted for her. Mainly from a desperation play point of view, where she is getting fucked while also needing to relieve herself. Mac liked seeing her squirm for more than one reason. That also manifested in minor marking on his part once in a while, specifically on her thighs. In turn, Deme would like to make Munk hold it in at some point in the future while she plays with him and denies his release. She has not quite communicated the desire yet, but he would be open to it even if he does not quite get why she likes it.

Bomba is down for her already strong cum related kink to go even further. Something like a bukkake type cumfest between multiple partners, eating out a creampie, or multiple creampies at the same time / one after the other from her partners would satisfy some more hidden desires. Anything beyond that she has not quite figured out enough to undertand what exactly she would want.

Jenny does not currently have a kink that she keeps away from sexual partners. Whether it be her preference for anal, being tied down / restrained, any paddling and whipping, general domme-y mommy fun times, chances at orgies, or adventures in foodplay, if she has wanted it, she has gotten it. She is much too confident and sure of herself to hide any need.

Jelly has a deeper held kink related to objectivism, and it spans / includes somnophilia and forniphilia (human furniture type shit). It all comes as a extension of her fetishism with being degraded. Being fucked while asleep and 'used' in a way is an alluring premise, and being relegated to being a literal object of utilitarian use has an odd pull for her. Particularly if she can be a flat surface that gets used momentarily by another couple while they are fucking or even her partner cranking one out. Not one to only be used, she does wonder how it would be to flip the roles and have someone else literally beneath her.

#i would be very interested in what kinks you have in mind anon #differing perspectives and opinions would be enlightening for a topic like this #more extreme kinks and fetishes are not really something i think would be around with the queens but that obviously my subjective opinion #either way big thanks to all the anons in the past couple of weeks #can you believe we have had more posts in September so far than the previous three months combined? that is all yall pitching ideas in #i have been lucky enough that i have also had time to keep up with them too #anyway send more please and thanks #i will eventually have another fic written but no idea when #right now they are just ideas but when the inspiration hits you will see one come up #not that i am rushing at all these asks for the past bit have been much appreciated