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hrdenha · 2 years

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— goodnight, doll

synopsis: you want to show your stepbrother the tight skirt you just bought. the problem? he can clearly see your pussy.

you want him to teach you and he would gladly do you... err, i mean... so.

pairings: stepbrother!lee heeseung x innocent!reader

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. heeseung's duality, couch s*x, implied use of d*ldo, use of pet names, innocent but not so innocent reader, pseudo inc*st, heeseung's big d*ck, pen*tration, br*eding, c*ck warming, oral s*x (m receiving), lowkey praise k*nk

AUTHOR'S NOTE — !

another hee smut, lol. but actually I just dropped by to say that I'll be moving here again. things happened and i was locked out from lvenha, i tried changing the password but it won't work if i also forgot the password of the email I used for that blog and so here we go again.

if you ever want to interact with me like sending nsfw links 😌 just drop some ask on my way. i can't reply on your comments since this is just a side blog. lastly, hope you enjoy this. please let me know in your comments or reblogs what you think.

The night was young, both of your parents were out for some business trip and so heeseung take advantage of the gift of solitude to just relax while watching his favorite program in the living room.

The show was going great when he heard you calling for him from upstairs. "In the living room!" He answered looking at the direction of the stairs. Heeseung heard the soft thump of your feet and returned his gaze on the tv.

"What do you think?" You ask, presenting heeseung your newly purchased set of skirt in front him. You were slowly turning your figure around waiting for his answer when your phone slips from your fingers causing you to bend in front of him.

Heeseung gulf when he sees the outline of your pussy from your cotton shorts displayed to him. "I-it looks g-good" he trailed off. It was true that it looks good on you. You look so beautiful but heeseung doesn't want other people to see you on that skirt, not now that you practically flash him your pussy unintentionally.

"Really?" You ask happily standing straight before turning around to face him. Heeseung saw your eyes look down on him. "What's that?"

He traced your line of sight, breathing a curse. Heeseung immediately grab a pillow beside him in an attempt to hide his boner. "N-nothing, you saw nothing. The room was dark so you're just seeing things, maybe it was a worm." right now, he was intrinsically speaking nonsense. He just wanted to get swallowed by the floor right then and now.

You eyed him, glee was written on your orbs before sitting beside him. "Is that your dick, hee?"

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Can I see it?"

Heeseung paused looking straight at you. He wanted to find something... anything for him to stop thinking that you like this.

"You want to see my dick?" You nodded scooting closer to him. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." And that's enough for him to erased the unsettling feels boiling inside him. It was as if the shame that was creeping through his bones awhile ago vanished without a trace. Heeseung remove the cushion on his lap, still looking straight at you, taking in all your expression as you look on his boner.

"Can... I touch it?"

"Go on." He encourage, nodding his head as he replied to you. When heeseung felt your hands gripping his dick from his jersey short, he hissed. He fucking hissed as if he has the most sensitive dick the world has ever seen.

You gasped retracting your hand in surprise, "Sorry... did I hurt you?" Heeseung shook his head taking your hands in his once again to put it in top of his clothed boner.

"You didn't, it just felt good. You can do what you want, y/n" Your eyes was wordlessly asking him if you really can't do that and heeseung just nodded.

Your hands pulled his shorts down finally breaking free the monster from its binding. It slap on his stomach before finally standing. Heeseung saw how your mouth agape when you saw his true length. It was standing with pride, head was red as precum ooze down.

"You're so big... and pretty" Both you and heeseung saw how his dick twitch from what you said absentmindedly. Fuck, you have such a strong effect on him that you can make his dick twitch in nothing with just your words.

"Can you... teach me how? I wanted to suck it" Heeseung hummed, "Do you see anyone sucking a dick?" You shook but then nod, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean... I didn't see it, I just see it on porn when I got curious" Heeseung scoff in pure amusement as you played with your hand seemingly embarrassed from the fact that you watched explicit video.

"Then show me what you've learned" You looked up to him smiling before you nod at him.

"But I'm not good" You said kneeling in front of his dick.

"Let me be the judge for that" Heeseung make himself comfortable sitting in the sofa. He was practically laying, his back firmly glued agaisnt the backrest. His hands further pulled his shorts down his legs as he man spread in front of you.

And so, your hand grip his dick again, thumb caressing the head to spread the precum before experimentally moving your hands in an up and down motion.

"Shit" Heeseung cursed when your hand pick up the pace. "Y-yeah, just like that"

You gaze up to him, heeseung's eyes were close and mouth was open from the pleasure. He was long gone. You can practically felt his hips raising close to your hands as you jerk him off. And with that, you wanted more. You want your name to be the only thing stamped on his mind like a broken and tampered record.

Your hands were starting to get sore causing you to use your mouth out of desperate plea to make him cum and proud. "Fuck... y/n." Heeseung moaned when he felt the inside of your cheeks then down to your throat while your hand still accommodate the rest of his cock before travelling south to fumble with his balls. You saw his length but it was totally different when you finally have it on your mouth. Heeseung felt the sense of pride when you can't help but to gag though you shake it off while you continue to suck him off like s lollipop.

"You're doing good, doll. Use more tongue" The sudden change of pet name was enough to make you moan in his dick. You can feel your pussy throbbing with heat, tears forming in your eyes as you try to look up to heeseung's fucked out face.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come!" Heeseung declared guiding your head ruthlessly feeling the tightness of your throat on his tip. The series of cursed was heard, 'fuck fuck fuck' and the next thing you knew, heeseung was once again pushing your head to take his whole length all in while feeling the shot of hot liquid running down to your throat.

He held your head for a few minutes before his hands fall limp beside him, heavy breaths was heard across the room drowning the sound that comes from the long forgotten series that was playing in the TV. That's when you took the chance to suck him in your hearts content. Cleaning and milking him in your own desire before releasing it with a pop causing his soft dick to hobble down.

You stand up taking off your cotton shorts in a one swift move before straddling heeseung who's mind still flying somewhere. One thing is for sure though, his mind woke up when he felt your bare, wet pussy on top of his softened dick.

You wordlessly kissed heeseung making him groan at the taste of his own cum from your mouth. "How's that?" You ask him arms connecting on his neck as you grind your pussy on his dick.

"Are you sure this is the first time you did it? You suck like a pro, doll"

"I learned it for you..."

"Really?" You hummed leaving open mouth kisses on his neck that made him moan. "I want to fuck you so much... like right now" Heeseung breathes, hands grabbing your hips that still grind on him.

"Then fuck me..."

"Are you sure you wanted this? That you're not going to regret this?"

You chuckled before pouting, "Hee, are you seriously asking me that when I just finished sucking your dick off? And besides..." A moan escapes from your lips when you felt heeseung kissing your neck, brushing his lips on the hot skin whilst your white cardigan hang lazily on your arms "I always wanted to fuck you"

Heeseung met your gaze. Oh, you're so innocent yet so wild. Just focusing on things you want to get and experience not thinking about the consequences at all.

"You're so fucking good to be true, doll"

Heeseung's hand pulled your white tube doww, gasping at the sight of your bare chest. He felt you shiver on top of him much in his amusement. You look so small, so delicate, so pure. Heeseung felt his cock hardened at the thought, it was pulsing more so that he felt your slick, wet arousal coating his dick.

He didn't waste his chance and immediately suck your nipple with his mouth, left hand playing the other one while his right stay on your hips.

You hummed throwing your head back, pushing your chest closer on his mouth as you moaned heeseung's name. His hands guide your hips again making you grind and further coat his dick with your wetness.

"I can't take it anymore... please, just fuck me"

"You need to take what I give, doll. And I still need to prepare you, what if I hurt you?"

"Y-you won't, I can take it... just please. It's been awhile since I'm using dildo. I can take it, hee. I might be a virgin but I can take it" Your voice was strained, eyes close as he felt your arousal flowing out every trust you do.

Heeseung can't help but to kiss you, pushing you closer to him as if he wanted to devour the whole you. "Do what you want, doll..." He whispered when he pulled from the kiss.

You sat up, taking his dick in your hands before rubbing the head in between your folds. "Ugh...h-hee" The action produced lewd sounds that became a music-like on both of your ears.

You huffed, slowly sinking his dick inside you, the same time his fingers burn on your hips. Curses become inescapable from pouring out of heeseung's mouth as he felt your tightness engulfing his dick.

It never felt this good doing it. It felt so good and bad at the same time but the pleasure both of you felt just intensifies the overall feeling.

Heeseung groaned when his tip finally met your deepest part. "Fuck, doll. You okay? Does it hurts?" He breathes glancing at you to find any discomfort, his hands brushing your hair out of your face.

"I'm okay... but- but I need your help now, hee. I can't feel my legs" Both of you chuckled, heeseung kissing your forehead. You're not in pain, the stretch was a heavy and uncomfortable but so good, att the same time, fulfilling. A very distinct description for the fact that heeseung DID fill you up to the brim.

Heeseung is so big, so thick. Taking him in your mouth awhile ago was different from feeling him inside you. You were getting crazier and crazier.

Heeseung gently push you down on the sofa, ensuring that you're comfortable as you did whilst keeping your body close together, his dick still inside you.

"You good, doll?"

"Yes." You sighed, "Please move now, hee"

Heeseung answered with a kiss on your lips, retracting his hips and then slowly fucking into you, making you moan his name. His grip on your breast tightened as he did, as if it's the only thing that keeping him to go insane. You were so entoxicating.

"Mmphf- you're so tight doll." This is it. Heeseung's greatest dirty pleasure, the very same dream he dreamed of every night finally coming true.

You hips starts to buckle meeting his hips halfway as you moan beneath him. "F-faster, heeseung. Ah!" His abdomen tightened, the thin rope binding him to not just ravish you was finally cut apart as he fasten his pace.

"Look at me, doll" Heeseung demand kissing your lids then intertwine both of your hands to coo you. And believe me, you tried. But the pleasure was so intense you can't even open your eyes without tears forming on your lids. The sex was that good.

Heeseung's trust are still consistent, didn't falter even just for a second. You whimpered when he hit your spot once again, moans continuously gets louder and louder in every thrust. This time you finally tried to look at heeseung. He was groaning, a very vocal man when it comes to sex made your pussy clench him.

When you opened your eyes, you felt tears staining your cheeks. "It felt so good, hee. Please, don't stop."

"Shit, doll! You're clenching me"

"Heeseung! I-i'm gonna-"

Heeseung loudly groaned, skin to skin slapping became more prominent when he gets what you wanted to say. "Cum inside, heeseung! Fuck your cum inside me"

A hot liquid shot inside you and seep to run on from your throbbing cunt down your thighs. It made you feel full and contented as you hug heeseung's body who fall on top of you, heavy breaths on sync while doing cockwarming.

"Stay, it feel so good with you still inside me" You whispered kissing him, "No need to tell me twice. Goodnight, doll." He replied making a short thrusts inside you finally taken on the arms of sleepiness.

Someday he will completely make you his.

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mundivagantsoul · 6 months

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✩ Bookshopist Moonboys ✩

Part 2: "A, b, c, d-"

Moon Knight System x Reader

Summary: How the boys have been setting in at the shop

Warnings: Google translate Spanish, a bit angsty at the end with Marc’s self-doubt, coarse language, Marvel depiction of DID

Word Count: 1.4K

A/N: Gave the boys particular fonts so the dialogue isn't confusing. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading :)

Steven

Marc

Jake

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Steven navigates through the labyrinth of bookshelves with a pile of novels in hand. Lightly caressing the spines of various books, his eyes skim over the authors’ last names.

Humming the familiar tune that’s become a staple in their shifts, Steven starts, “A, b, c, d-”

A heavy Chicago accent interrupts his rhythm, “M, z, i…”

Steven sighs, ‘not this again’, he thinks, trying to drown out his headmate he continues, “E, f, g-”

“Q, l, u…” abruptly interrupts his thoughts again.

“H-”

“Y”

“I-”

“T”

“Bollocks, Marc, quit it!”

“Quit what? I’m just reciting the alphabet like you”.

“A-huh, sure you’re being a real help”

“You’re very welcome”

“Look bruv, I need to put these away, and I can’t do it with you distracting me every two seconds”

“Should've thought about that before you ate my food”

“For the last time, I didn’t eat your food!”

“A-huh suree~ First, you stole my wife, and now my food? Your old pals at the British Museum would be proud”.

“Oh for the love of- I’m sorry about Layla!”

“Ahem..”, a frail voice interrupts their dispute, peering down Steven is met with the comforting face of an old woman, “Sorry to bother you luv, can you point me in the direction of the cooking section?”

Cheeks warming up, Steven points towards the aisle, “Just go strain down here and turn right at si-fi, then a left at parenting, and it should be on your left”.

She smiles kindly up at him, “Thanks honey”, then plotters along with a slight wobble in her step.

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It’s been 3 months since they started the job, and Steven’s loving every minute of it. His presence is appreciated, and he’s surrounded by others who share similar interests. Plus, he doesn’t have an aggravating boss breathing down his neck every second, which is a bonus.

The shop has a decent history and mythology selection. Since the Thor incident in 2011 and the revelation that god exists, people have become more intrigued by mythology. There’s lots of debate amongst mythologists and historians, arguing if the term ‘mythology’ is even correct anymore. Steven remembers reading a post by The Daily Bugle, stating, "Thor is a glorified space alien, and gods don’t walk amongst us." Little did they know.

The aftermath of the past decade and the revelations it brought have given way to more accessibility to novels regarding gods and deities, something that Steven has taken full advantage of.

In his first month of employment, he had managed to procure almost all the Egyptology books in store. Marc and Jake are constantly nagging him about it, stating they don’t have the room nor income to accommodate the influx of novels. Steven’s still trying and failing to convince Marc to turn their storage unit into a personal library, receiving the same answer in return, “We’re not turning the storage unit into your book-hoarding man-cave. We got this job to earn money, not spend it all on your addiction”.

After noticing Steven had managed to clear through all the Egyptology books, you felt the need to enlighten him with some bookshop wisdom. “You know…”, You say whilst ringing up Steven’s latest purchases, “You can order more Egyptology novels from our supplier. We don’t always have enough room to keep them on hand, but I know there’s a few we can get posted in if you're interested?”.

At your words, his eyes light up and you swear stars were floating amongst his coffee eyes, “Really?!”

“Ahí van nuestros ahorros” Jake facepalms.

Surprisingly, Jake has found himself enjoying work at the quaint store. The tasks are relatively simple, mainly involving manual labour, finding books of customers, and putting through sales. At first, he’d been nervous about working at the shop. He was closing in on 40, and the only thing he’d ever served was vengeance and cunt.

Thankfully, everyone at the store was supportive and non-judgemental. You reminded him one shift, "Believe it or not Lockley, it's okay to be a beginner and make mistakes”. Plus having two supportive brothers and a cat that somehow knows whenever he's feeling down helped. On the topic of cats, Jake was delighted to know that he could bring Viejita into work. “Will be good to get you out of the house” he mumbled to the feline, “Can’t have you growing up socially awkward like your tío Steven”, “HEY!”

Similarly to Jake, Marc was surprised to discover the job wasn’t as tedious as he’d initially predicted. The atmosphere is calm, especially for a retail job, and requires little mental thought. It’s a welcomed change, especially as his employment no longer involves something trying to kill him - though some books in the backroom have had a few good whacks at it. Since they started, Marc's gotten back into reading comics and sci-fi, he’s however, trying to keep it a secret. Khonshu forbid Steven found out he’s hypocritically spending their income on books.

There’s an unspoken rule amongst employees that if a text perks your interest you’re able to ‘skim a few pages’ to further your knowledge of company merchandise. Obviously, this only applies if you do it without altering physical integrity. All of the boys take advantage of this, finding a quiet corner in the backroom during their break, huddling up with one of the cats whilst eating lunch and immersing themselves in a new story.

Over the last 3 months, all the boys have had some interesting interactions with customers. In the first week, Steven had a lady yell at him about the price of a plastic bag - as if he had any input on the pricing. Marc and Jake were plotting murder for the full duration of the interaction.

Marc had to awkwardly ask someone for ID because they wanted to buy ‘adult’ manga whilst their mum was present. He then had to explain to the mother why an ID was required.

And just the other day, Jake had a lady come in asking for a book, only she didn’t know the title, or the author, OR the contents. Only that another bookstore in the area had in four months ago. He spent the rest of his shift questioning humanity's intelligence and pondering how we’ve managed to survive this long.

However, at the end of the day, all the questionable customer interactions are worth it because they get to see you. Your presence is now an anchor in their lives. A lighthouse guiding them out of thunderstorms and eternal seas that threaten to swallow them whole. From your enthusiasm when discussing a book, to the adorable face you make when concentrating. Every second they spend with you they become more infatuated with your being.

“We should ask them out”

“And risk them saying no then having to work with them afterwards? Absolutely not”

“We don’t know that they’ll say no, piensa positivo hermano”

“Okay, I’m positive they’ll say no”

“...That’s a lame comeback and you know it”

“I’m with Jake - not on the comeback comment, but on the fact that we don’t know how they’ll answer”

“It doesn’t need to be a date, solo cafe y pasar el rato”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Marc sighs. Of course he wants to ask you out. Both Steven and Jake know that. He’s just worried you don’t reciprocate their feelings and only see them as friends. Or that he’ll somehow fuck it up for both you and his brothers. Maybe it would be better if he retreated back into the headspace, giving Steven and Jake the freedom to be with you without the burden of his pres-

Now it's Steven's turn to interrupt Marc. “Oi, we’re not havin’ any of that. We come as a package deal, remember? Burger, chips, drink ‘n’ everything. There’s no us without you, quite literally might I add.”

“Steven tiene razón, te respaldamos. Siempre.”

A small “meow” comes from his feet, looking down he’s met with the adoring eyes of Viejita.

“See even Viejita agree’s”

Mouth twitching up as his heart swells, Marc gives in.

“Fine... Just coffee”

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kevcanwait · 5 months

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I was suddenly inspired by this one clip of a female idol (I don't remember who [Found out it was Yeji]) that's been on my mind for some reason where she's wearing cargo pants i think with 'g-string' straps and the comments were saying that they were attached to the pants. I'm bad at describing things but basically I couldn't stop thinking about how those straps would look on the boys but I was mainly thinking of Chan.

I just think...Maybe you and Chan had been in some sort of relationship for a while and you gifted him a guys thong as a joke since you guys have settled into a comfortable relationship and like to joke with each other.

I don't know what else to say. 😅 This was a spur of the moment thought. (This turned out to be a one shot) Tags: Male reader, suggestive at the end, subby chan, "you" are younger then Chan, you/your pronouns.

It was a joke, saying he might look good in it but he didn't actually have to try it but one day, you were cleaning the dorm and found a random flash drive. You walked to Chan's room to see if it was his but were pleasantly surprised to see not just him quickly pulling down his shirt to hide something but the quick glimpse of a familiar white and red adorned to his hips.

You walk over to him, kicking the door closed, and placed your hands on his waist as he play innocent and asked what you needed. The drive and original train of thought you had left as soon as you saw it, you ignore Chan and glide your hands down his torso, feeling him shiver as his knees almost go weak and his hands fly to hold your forearms as his breathing becomes shallow while he watches your every move.

You take a moment to appreciate and look over his outfit, for once he's wearing something other than black, dark khakis and your white baggy shirt with a crudely drawn derpy cat with a middle finger. Your eyes catch on his hips and your hands proceed to scrunch the shirt in your fists that rest above his hips.

A small, barely audible gasp escapes you as you examine the fabric on his hips. They were from the brand Loverboy, the red band was purposefully pulled further up on the sides to be seen, taking the same path as his v-line into his pants. "J-Jagi?" Chan stutters out, feeling the same small feeling whenever he's under your roaming gaze. "Is it...bad?" Your eyes shoot up to his, noticing the sheepish look in his eyes before leaning forward, hands dropping the shirt in favor of feeling Chan's skin under your palms as you lead into a feverish kiss, immediately turning your kiss of reassurance into the start of a make out session.

You hum when his one of his hands find purchase at the back of your neck, gripping your hair to pull you closer as he relaxes in your hold while the other rests lazily on your pec, fisting the material of your top as he lets go and his worry melts away. Your hands slide to his hips and your thumb rubs back and forth on his skin and where the edge of the band ends. Tilting your head slightly to the left, you deepen the kiss, pulling him in closer, his hand on your chest sliding up to rest on your shoulder and the other moving from your hair to your jaw.

You loved it when he was relaxed, wether it be at the mercy of your hands in bed or cuddling on the couch while a movie you two lost interest in a while ago plays in the background as you just stare at each other. You know how much work he does and when he's relaxed, you're relaxed.

A small whine escapes from his mouth into yours, a sign that says he needs air but doesn't want to pull away, he never wants to pull away, so you do what you always do and pull away first but not too far, Chan doesn't like you being too far away.

The both of you pant, taking small gasps of air that you both can feel blow on your lips as you catch your breath. "D-Do you...Like me...wearing them?" He asks with a small voice between gasps of air. "Do I ever." You replied with the same tone, hands sliding out from under his shirt to behind him, squatting down slightly as you grip his thighs below his ass before picking him up effortlessly, a small protest with a yelp comes from Chan before he settles with his legs around your waist and arms holding a bit tighter around your neck as your hands settle on his ass.

"I might just get you more, Hyung." Chan blushes, hiding his burning face in your neck like he always does when he realizes just how pliant he gets from his dongsaeng, his group member, but most importantly his boyfriend.

You carry him over to the bed, carefully, albeit a little roughly, putting him on the bed. The shirt riding up slightly and Chan goes to fix it before you grab his hands and move to lightly pin them next to his head, eyes once again trailing along his hips, looking at sight of the bands next to his v-line and repeatedly trailing the straps down to his waistband a couple times before bringing your gaze back to his eyes that have started to glaze over with anticipation and excitement.

You lean down, kissing him again before forcing your tongue between his plush red lips, he immediately opens them, and swiping your tongue over his before pulling back, his eyes now glazed with need and desire for more as you smile, one hand untangling from his to bring it up and lift his chin slightly with your pointer finger while your thumb rubs his red, spit covered, plush bottom lip.

"Don't worry, Hyung, I'll treat you with more if you like them so much. At the moment, let your dongsaeng treat you to something else." You smirk when he whines, head softly falling back as his body fully relaxed, his body at your mercy as you lean back down, relinking your hand with his as you kiss him again and your tongue tangles with his and claims it as yours.

Did...Did I just write a suggestive drabble? With a coherent plot? that also kinda turned me on again too? I kinda also want to do scenarios of how reader reacts to the other members but that might be too much for me.

I'm really proud of this. I'm also trying to get into writing for you, the reader, more often cause my character inserts aren't getting much love and I have an experimental theory that Male readers are a more popular read than character inserts. That's my own theory though.

What's a bit funny is that I thought of this while rereading @moonlightndaydreams Skz Family fic 😂 kind of unrelated but it's put me in a sort of mood that has me wanting to finish "More than Group Mates"

I'm sorry my first series ever hasn't been updated much, haven't really been in the mood to write smut or anything at all. I guess if I just type out my thoughts, the actions and scenes and what's happening come to me and my writers block is gone.

Anyway, I hope you like this. I do.

Okay bye. ✌🏼

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aziraphales-library · 5 months

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Hello or good evening

First of all thank you so much for all your work this blog is life saving <3

Second of all, do you have any fic that is about one of them being famous (preferably Crowley but anything is fine) and the other not ? A bit like this fic : https://archiveofourown.org/works/45591769/chapters/114720613

Thank you again for everything you do and I hope you have a lovely day<3

Hi! You can check our #famous crowley tags (and also #famous aziraphale) for fics like this. Here are some more fics in which Crowley is famous for you...

The Underground by miraworos (G)

Crowley has to take the Tube for the first time since he became uber-famous, and he happens across the one person in all of London who has no idea who he is.

In Heaven by AppleSeeds (T)

Famous radio DJ Crowley takes to Twitter to share the fact that he's just encountered the most gorgeous man he's ever seen in his entire life on the train. When he receives a tweet from someone saying that her friend has just told her that he's sitting near to Crowley, Crowley's followers begin to speculate that they might both be talking about the same person, and Crowley finally summons the courage to talk to him.

Rumor Has It by Arielavader (E)

Anthony Crowley is a famous singer, currently on tour and happily married. However, a scheduled tour stop in Las Vegas leads to rumors and a huge confession.

A rockstar's love by The_boxhead (G)

Crowley had a lot of problems finding someone to have a relationship with as the famous rockstar that he is. But that day when he entered that coffee shop and saw that blond haired man behind the counter, he didn’t want more than to get to know that beautiful angel with that cute smile.

Remain Forever Yours by TawnyOwl95 (E)

Seven years ago Aziraphale Device was persuaded out of accompanying his dearest friend to Egypt. Now a famous explorer, Anthony Crowley is back in London and looking for a wife. Aziraphale is determined to be happy for him, despite his own breaking heart.

in the study with the lead pipe by paradoxicalpockets (T)

The year is 1845, and Aziraphale, a rare books dealer, would like to retire early. His plans are scuttled when a mysterious letter is dropped on his stoop - a threat of blackmail from one Lord Gabriel, a wealthy American living out in the English countryside. An already tense dinner with 5 other blackmail victims (one of which is the famous actor Anthony J. Crowley) takes a turn for the worse when their host reveals that they are locked in the mansion, the blackmail materials are in the mailbox outside, and the police are set to arrive in 24 hours. The only way to truly protect your secrets is to send them to the grave. Aziraphale and Crowley must find the front door key and escape...or die trying.

And he one you mentioned...

Release Me by AppleSeeds (E)

When a mysterious man with a rather unique appearance comes into Aziraphale's bookshop and purchases a book written by an escapologist from hundreds of years ago, he asks Aziraphale not to tell anyone about it. Aziraphale wouldn't dream of it - mostly because he has no idea who the man actually is. After Aziraphale learns that Anthony Crowley is in fact a famous escape artist putting together a comeback show following a disastrous performance six years ago, he offers the use of his bookshop to help with Crowley's research. As they get to know each other better and become close friends, Crowley exposes Aziraphale to things he had never even thought of, bringing exciting new experiences into his life and giving him the courage to take risks. But as Aziraphale's affection for Crowley grows, he realises there's one thing he wants that might be too big a risk to take.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #human au #famous crowley #mod d

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xiaq · 9 months

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How did you and B meet?

I'm sure I've talked about this before, but here's the Official Story from our reception invitations:

Erica met B through their mutual friend G while rock climbing at the Austin greenbelt in April of 2019.

Erica had just purchased a new camera and 80% of the photos she took that day were of B. She shyly sent B the best ones and noted he was a lovely subject. B said, “thanks bro” and used those pictures for his Bumble profile.

It was an auspicious beginning.

At the time, B was living and working in Austin while Erica was a PhD student in Dallas. She often visited “home” to see her parents and climb, so they met up regularly over the next two years.

When the pandemic hit, Erica moved back to Austin to work on her dissertation, and isolated with a small group of climbers that included B. They also started playing D&D together.

Erica’s character was a chaotic neutral half-elf bard who cast spells and cantrips exclusively via limerick. Her go-to solutions to problems they encountered were seduction, inciting political rebellion, befriending monsters, and stabbing.

B played a lawful good half-elf paladin who found Erica’s character extremely vexing.

In real life, however, they had quite a bit in common, and started spending time alone outside of group climbing and D&D meetups. Later, they would discover they had a mutual romantic interest at this point, but neither acted on it since Erica had accepted a visiting professorship in Colorado. She moved in July.

When Erica returned briefly to Austin over spring break the following year, she spent most of her time with B: climbing, hiking, grilling at her parent’s place, and staunchly denying there was anything happening between them even if she wished there was because honestly, mom, he's never shown the slightest bit of interest in me (her father scoffed loudly from the other room).

She decided to move back to Austin at the end of the school year. When B (and G) came to visit her a few weeks before she moved, Erica decided to be brave and make her intentions known. While watching a UFC fight with B on the couch, she tucked her toes, lasciviously, under B’s thigh.

Shockingly, he did not respond to this unequivocal romantic overture. But he did help her remove all the temporary wallpaper on her ugly rental cabinets before they left, so that was nice.

The following month, when Erica moved back to Austin, B asked if she’d like to come over for dinner after climbing. She agreed because she wanted to procrastinate unpacking and also she was slightly in love with him. The following day, he asked if she wanted to have dinner again. She did.

“Wow,” Erica said to her mother that morning, “I guess B is really lonely since G moved. He’s been asking me to hang out with him a lot.”

“You're an idiot,” her mother said.

That night, B asked Erica if she'd ever thought about them dating.

“I’m thinking about it now,” she said, cavalier, suave, blasé, and not nervous at all.

This wasn’t a lie, but she had also thought about it once or twice prior to that moment as well.

“Great,” B said, “How would you feel if I kissed you?”

And Erica said, “Yeah, I’d feel pretty good about that.”

A few weeks later, B casually showed Erica an empty shelf in his bathroom cabinet and an inviting space in his closet and a couple spare drawers in his dresser and she, equally casually, moved in with him.

Over the next year, the apartment’s decor and Erica’s diet improved drastically. They traveled, they climbed, they spent time with each others families. They lived, laughed, loved and reduced, reused, recycled. Shortly after moving into their new house, combining bank accounts, making each other their medical powers of attorney, solidifying their retirement plans, and discussing whether getting married would have tax benefits, they realized most people got engaged before doing…a good portion of those things. So they planned to propose to each other.

Christmas of 2022, they took a road trip across Colorado. B proposed to Erica on the gondola in Telluride; two days later, Erica proposed to B on the Train to Cascade Canyon in Durango. They both said yes.

In August 2023 they will elope, with their dog Deacon as a witness, to Mt. Rainier national park.

In November 2023, they’ll celebrate with their friends and family at a backyard reception that will include food, drinks, swimming, croquet, corn hole, axe-throwing and a bounce house (the axe-throwing and the bounce-house will be on opposite sides of the lawn; if it's cold, the pool will be heated). They hope you’ll come and share their joy with them.

#b #wedding stuff #love #romance

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frodo-with-glasses · 7 months

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More Reading Thoughts: A Long-Expected Party

There’s something so incredibly endearing about the slow, meandering beginning of LotR.

Even today—in a day and age when every author tries to grab you by the eyeballs in the first five words—Tolkien’s writing still has that gentle, irresistible draw that takes you by the hand and leads you slowly but surely into adventure. Something about a “birthday party of special magnificence” just appeals to all our inner children, I think; and the tiny mysteries, and the joy of a world of fantastical creatures living in peace and comfort, just adds to that. You want to go to Middle Earth, and you want to get lost in it. It’s like a lazy river at a water park; you wade in, get settled, and relax, and the next thing you know you’re far away from where you started.

All of that to say, Tolkien’s writing is goals and I aspire to be even a fraction of what this man was someday.

Anyway. To the bullet points!

Isn’t it hilarious how quick people are to begrudge one another their good fortune?? If Bilbo had been poor and died in a timely manner his neighbors would probably have liked him just fine, but he gets a lot of wealth and lives a long time and all the hobbits go >:-(

They’re not wrong to be suspicious, of course, but it’s still a biting social commentary. And very funny!

“As Mr. Baggins was generous with his money, most people were willing to forgive him his oddities and his good fortune.” 🤣

“You should come live with me so we can celebrate our birthday parties more comfortably together” belongs in the same category as C. S. Lewis’ “and they got so used to arguing that they married each other to keep doing it more conveniently”

“And suddenly, all the old people found that everyone actually WANTED to hear their rambling stories!”

GAFFER GAMGEE MY BELOVED

Hobbits are all so terribly prejudiced. What endearing morons.

Ooh, confirmation that Bilbo and Frodo look similar!

“There never was much to tell of him! … Till he was drownded.” “DROWNDED??”

I love that the only things we know about Drogo Baggins are that he was unremarkable and fat and married a strange woman

The Gaffer: “Thank goodness Mr. Bilbo saved young Mr. Frodo from those strange, dastardly Bucklanders…”

Meanwhile, Merry feels his eye Twitch and doesn’t know why 🤣

The spelling of jewels as “jools” is adorable for reasons I can’t describe

Tiny Gaffer Gamgee saw Bilbo come home from his Adventure!!

The Gaffer’s words are strangely prophetic. Sam did indeed land in trouble that was bigger than him—and thank goodness he did.

The Gaffer basically says here “if generosity is being strange, we could do with a lot more strangeness!” and honestly that’s a motto I want to live by

I love that Sam is most likely the one who started the rumor about the fireworks X-D

I wish we’d gotten to see the Dwarves visiting Bag End in the movies. It’s a shame they were cut. Imagine what cool costumes they could have had!

“G for grand!” and Gandalf’s smile. Ugh, my heart 🥹

Pity that September 22nd fell on a Friday this year. We were so close to it being a Thursday, like in the book! Oh well. Try again another year, I guess X-D

Are small business owners grumbling about your purchases from foreign parts?? Here’s an easy solution! Just BUY OUT THE STOCK OF EVERYONE FOR MILES AROUND IMMEDIATELY AFTERWARDS

Also the fact that the post offices are absolutely flooded 🤣 Bilbo, you madlad

“Old Gaffer Gamgee stopped even pretending to work on his garden” LOL

The brief paragraph of NOOO BAD WEATHER THE DAY BEFORE THE PARTY is honestly spectacular. It’s so nerve-wracking for just a second there—which is hilarious in light of the war and death and GIANT SPIDERS we’re going to read about. I think it has a flavor of Tolkien’s beliefs on eucatastrophe hidden in there—it’s not out of Bilbo’s own effort that the weather cleared up just in time for his party, it was just happy providence—but I’m too tired to write an essay about it right now.

“Half the Shire’s been invited…and the rest of them are turning up anyway!”

The hobbits who came through the gate again to get a second present 🤣🤣🤣

“The hobbit-children were so excited that for a while they almost forgot about eating.” That’s impressive!!

I love that some of the toys are dwarven-made. That’s such a cool detail that makes the world seem both fantastical (because dwarves!) and real (because you can Amazon order toys from them!) at the same time.

The names of the fireworks!! Especially the ones that are onomatopoeia, like “backarappers”! It just makes brain go ✨✨✨

Pfffft, yellow rain

There’s the express train reference!

Notable difference here: in the movies, the big dragon firework was set off ahead of schedule by Merry and Pippin, and all the hobbits freak out. In the book, the big dragon firework is set off right on time to signal supper, and all the hobbits freak out (but are immediately pacified by food).

Small detail I’d like to see in more fanfics: “Bilbo had been specializing in food for many years, and his table had a high reputation.” Yes, the idea of Bilbo and Frodo eating like the bachelors they are is hilarious, BUT! We have textual evidence to the contrary! I don’t know if this line means that Bilbo was a magnificent cook himself or simply hired magnificent cooks, but either way, it’s canon that the Bag End bachelors ate like kings!

“The feast was so incredible that everyone was incredibly full and took home leftovers and no one bought any new groceries for weeks. The good news is that Bilbo had bought out all the grocery stores anyway, so it was fine.”

Why is the detail about the golden buttons on Bilbo’s waistcoat so enchanting to me?? I really think this chapter just activates the Inner Child Mode in my brain, and suddenly even something as simple as shiny buttons becomes beautiful and magical. Also it’s just a lovely way to paint a vivid picture in my mind.

I’m so glad they kept so many of the jokes in Bilbo’s speech for the movies 🤣 “PROUDFEET!!”

And now here we see Tolkien, author of the fantasy epic that has defined the genre for a century and counting, unironically using caps lock. Folks, you can’t make this crap up.

The sneaky way Tolkien says Bilbo vanished before he mentions the flash of light is Very Good and hints at the fact that there’s something else at work here

Rory Brandybuck is the G.O.A.T.

“But at the same time he felt deeply troubled: he realized suddenly that he loved the old hobbit dearly.” Aww, Frodo…

Incredible that the debate between Bilbo and Gandalf over the Ring takes up almost four pages, but it doesn’t feel like it. Excellent suspense.

I wonder where Gandalf is going “to bed”. It doesn’t look like he’s staying in Bag End, so did he get a room at an inn somewhere? Is he sleeping in his cart??

Also it’s implied later in the book that Gandalf the White doesn’t sleep. Inconsistency?? A slight untruth?? Secret powerup to Gandalf the White that we’ve overlooked??

“The sun rose. The hobbits rose rather later.” Pffft

The SHADE in all the presents oh my WORD

Except for the ones for the poorer hobbits. Bilbo’s gift for the Gaffer is so simple in its contents, and yet so generous and thoughtful 🥹

MERRY MY LAD

MY FAVORITE HOBBIT (don’t tell the others)

How old would Merry have been here?? Like nineteen?? Incredible that he was already such a logistics guy that Frodo trusted him to keep an eye on the house while all the chaos is happening.

“Do you hear that, Merry? That was an insult, if you like.” “It was a compliment, and so, of course, not true.” HAHAHAHA DRAG HIM MERRY

“IF YOU DON’T LET ME IN, FRODO, I SHALL BLOW YOUR DOOR RIGHT DOWN YOUR HOLE AND OUT THROUGH THE HILL” 🤣🤣🤣

Frodo: “I’m so sorry, I thought you were Lobelia!” Gandalf: “Understandable, have a nice day”

“I would give them Bag End and everything else, if I could get Bilbo back and go off tramping in the country with him.” N’aww, Frodoooo 😭

“Look out for me, especially at unlikely times!” Therefore you also must be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect.…

“Frodo did not see him again for a long time.” Ooh, ominous.

#chapter review #gaffer gamgee #bilbo baggins #gandalf #frodo baggins #meriadoc brandybuck #merry #lord of the rings #lotr #my writing

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haileys-out2 · 7 days

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😭😭😭😭😭s-s-stop r-r-ruining m-m-meeeee

As of right now I’m

A)plugged for 19 years, 4 months, 1 week, and 5 days

B) locked in chastity for 14 years, 9 months, and 4 weeks

C) I have to start an OF

D) film myself being fucked by a man

E) have to buy new bigger toys to stretch myself

F) overwhelm myself in BambiSleep Hypno every day and three times a day on my days off

G) film myself suck a man off

H) model any clothes and film myself playing with any toys purchased from my wishlist and film myself doing any demand made from the purchaser and post the proof to my discord

I) Start HRT in May

J) there are others but the BambiSleep is working and I’m fuzzy so check the original post by following the link below.

It’s only been a month 😭😭😭😭😫 and there are still 2 months to go. I’m ruuuuuiiinnned!!!

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darkphilosophies · 9 months

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Lucien x Reader SFW Headcanons

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

In the beginning, he was reserved, cautious. You see when he was a little boy, he was the most lively and affectionate child. He would go straight up to strangers and almost glow with the desire to bathe them with his warmth. The High Lord saw that and hated it, so he took it upon himself to torture it out of him. He almost succeeded. Lucien needed time to get to know you first, but when he did, he gave you his all. He loves to hold your hand when you go for a walk or to randomly sneak behind your back and pull you closer, whispering how lovely you look or how delicious you smell. He has this leisurely way of showing his love, like the gentle caress of the sun in spring or the little forest stream that never goes dry.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

He is not one for first moves, and you found this out the hard way. You fell in love with him the moment you met him, so essentially you started flirting with him and he did flirt back, leaving you a giggling mess more often than not. Years go by and nothing else happens until one day you drink a little bit more of that delicious faerie wine and blurt out, “Why don’t you like me?”. He staggers back, eyes wide with surprise, and replies, “I like you, a lot. I just didn’t think you would like someone like me.”

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He adores cuddling and would pull you into his arms any chance he gets. His most favorite is when winter comes and he lights up the hearth with his fire, to pull you into his lap, snake one hand around your waist, and hand you his self-made molten chocolate.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He doesn’t cook much, apart from the occasional stew, but he cleans up after you. He always washes the dishes and goes to the market with you for fresh produce. It’s a bit exhausting because he knows all the farmers by name and stops to chat with them, which, of course, means it drags on a while. Good thing, he doesn’t mind eating late.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If you say you want to end it, he will let you be, no questions asked, but he would never leave you on his own. He is loyal to those he loves.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

The morning after your first night together, he left and came back a while later with a key. It was for a small room in one of Day Court’s libraries. The room was filled with all sorts of rare books. “They are all for you. Read them or don’t at your leisure.” He had said upon opening the door, and you had dug right in because you just love books. Sometime, halfway through, you came across a book with blank pages and “Will you marry me?” written in Lucien’s handwriting. You took it under your arm, strolled to your suite, and chucked it at his head, because “really, Lucien?”. He simply chuckled, “But will you?”. You said yes, of course, and then you got married a year later in a small but lavish ceremony.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He is the kindest, softest person you know. You can count on his presence and his touch to soothe you after a long day. Sometimes, if you have been through something especially rough, he’d draw up a bath for you both, then soap your body with delicate strokes and slowly wash your hair until you are putty in his arms. He will then dry you up and hold you in his arms until you fall asleep.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He hugs you whenever he gets the chance. Sometimes they are a gentle brush of your bodies, but sometimes he wants to crush the life out of you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

You were having a little race with the newly purchased Day Court horses when all of a sudden your delightful mare decided to throw you off right into a muddy puddle. Ever the gracious male, Lucien, rushed to your rescue only to start roaring with laughter upon seeing you emerge all covered in brown goo. “Mother above, Lucien,” you hissed irritatedly. “You know I love you, right?” he said still laughing and then realized what had just slipped his lips. He looked at you anxiously, but you threw yourself at him, covering him in mud in the process, and whispered, “I love you too.” He started glowing.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He is slightly jealous but hides it well. He trusts you with everything, but above all he trusts you with his heart. Whenever the inevitable blip of jealousy happens, he simply takes you to bed and reminds you who owns you(r heart).

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

The only way to describe his kisses is deep and passionate. He starts off gentle, but before you know it, his lips have been all over your body and he still demands more.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He makes all the children laugh. It’s not rare to see the High Lord’s heir marching around with a wooden sword, slaying invisible monsters, a group of tiny lords and ladies in tow. His dream is to have a few of his own if you are willing, so that he can take them to the forest and read them stories.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

One morning, early on into your relationship, you woke up to the brightest light burning through your eyelids. You thought it was the sun, but when you opened your eyes, you realized it was the beautiful male laying next to you. He was staring at you, a tiny smile gracing his lips, “You know you’re beautiful when you snore.” You grunted in annoyance and opened your mouth to retort, but his lips were upon yours and he spent that morning and many after exploring your body.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

There is one thing about Lucien that very few know, and it’s that he loves wine and books almost as much as he loves you. So whenever he gets the chance, he pulls you into his lap, sips wine, and reads to you aloud. He has the most beautiful voice - deep and slightly hoarse - and every time you think that you don’t mind spending the rest of your life like this.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It took a while for him to open up, but once he did, it was as if a dam burst. He is full of hilarious stories about brave adventures, but amongst the good, there are some dark memories that he dares to share only with you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He is mostly patient. Mostly, but sometimes he says, “Why don’t you go take a break, and I will do it?” because Mother forbid he gets to coach you through a task.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers it all, which makes you wonder whether or not he has a book hidden somewhere where he writes down observations and important dates. One winter, everything had frosted over, the pond in the royal palace had turned to ice, and you had mentioned aloud how nice it would be to see water lilies. Lucien had simply hummed in agreement, and that was that. Until the summer came a few months later, and dozens of water lilies bloomed in the pond where there used to be none.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Your picnic, or perhaps your first dance, your kiss, or that one time you pushed him in the river - he never seems to be able to choose.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He will rip apart anyone who threatens your well-being, but not without your permission. He puts your freedom above all, and even though he is protective, he would never act against your will.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Lucien doesn’t plan, because it all comes naturally to him. He knows you so well that he is always ready with a perfect present idea. He recognizes your moods and has a date night to go with each one. Everything about Lucien is easy, airy, and full of sunlight.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

There are those nights when Helion drags him to town. He usually comes home unbelievably drunk and sneaks into bed only to wake you up, give you sloppy kisses, and tell you silly stories. Yeah, you hate that, and it’s why you let him go every time. Oh, he’s also indecisive sometimes. Never ask him which dress looks better on you, because you will be late for that ball.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He is vain, baby. Clothes, shoes, hair — everything has to be perfect, and to you, it always is. Only sometimes you catch him studying his scar in the mirror with that sad gleam in his eyes. He is beautiful to you no matter what, but he never seems to be convinced quite enough.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

“I don’t think there is a me that exists without you.” Lucien once said.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Eris gifted him a shadow hound. Lucien called it “Prick” in his brother’s honor, too bad they ended up being best friends.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Betrayal. He can forgive you anything as long as you remain loyal.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He likes to sleep facing you, his hand gently caressing your face before you drift to the dreamland.

#acotar #autumn court #lucien acotar #lucien vanserra #eris vanserra #Vanserra brothers #lucien x reader #lucien x you #day court #alphabet headcanons #headcanon #acotar headcanon #fluff #acotar fanfiction

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olderthannetfic · 9 months

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I love seeing all the gripes about booktubers and YA authors on here as someone who works in publishing. A lot of the problem from these two spheres has to do with the fact that publishing, especially YA, is suffering right now. There was a boom in YA around a decade ago wherein we saw many YA novels and series received live action adaptions as TV series and movies. This was when YA books were the most profitable for authors. This was a relatively new genre-demographic (technically a demographic, but because there are stylistic and thematic similarities that are consistent across all genres of YA fiction, I will call it a "genre-demographic," "G-D" for short), and publishers were willing to take risks on acquiring more titles because they were valuing quantity over quality. They wanted to fill up shelves with YA novels as quickly as possible. However, this was a problem because they created an entirely new G-D based on a trend. The thematic and stylistic simplicities that were previously overlooked in YA became more well-known. YA began to lose popularity among the masses, and the oversaturation of the market has resulted in increasing competition among YA authors and more YA authors trying to branch out into other realms that will sell better, like "adult" books and middle grade.

Initially, YA was mostly read and purchased by/for teenagers, the intended target demographic. Then, these teenagers grow up, but their tastes did not. Most YA readers are women 26 years old and up. Publishers know this. The readers know this. Yet, the YA readers on book twitter and booktubers continue to push for changes in these books to better suit their needs as they age (slightly older/college aged protagonists, more sex scenes [unless they're sex scenes they don't like], more mature themes [as long as their authors properly prostrates themselves to the readers, of course], etc). They think of YA books as their safe place they can use to mindlessly consume, consume, consume, and anything more complex than an episode of Buffy threatens this veneer of control. The result is YA author Twitter drama.

Even though all the authors are adults (also: most of their customers are adults, and an increasing amount of teenagers have begun skipping over YA alltogether and reading books for adults), they will fall back into purity culture and use "think of the children" which necessitates we prioritize the metaphorical innocence of the child (read: the adult YA enjoyer) over art, which unfortunately results in the consumer-led sanitization of the G-D. The YA readers are doing this for typical anti-esque reasons: control, moral postering, etc. The YA authors are taking part for two primary reasons: 1) they want to appeal to their consumer-base and the author-as-internet-personality-for-marketing demands this, and 2) they are eliminating their competition. The authors are using purity culture to demonize their fellow authors and victimize themselves. This is what led to the redefining of OwnVoices. It went from being a simple hashtag to help authors get more eyes on their work to being a requirement of YA authors, lest they want to risk persecution from their peers and customers. Publishers are aware of this but do not do much to combat this because it’s free marketing for them, and they don’t want to alienate the only people who spend money in that G-D. Publishers use people like me to follow YA authors and YA consumers on socials to keep track of their comments, as well as how they review books—assuming they actually read the books at all, which we know many do not. This has led to more book hauls are speed reading challenges among reviewers and booktubers, but that’s another thing for another time.

This is the last thing I’ll say before I go. This briefly cut into the mainstream consciousness last year. Book twitter drama (think Isabel Fall, Amélie Wen Zhao-Kosoko Jackson, Sarah Underwood, etc) is outrageous and insipid, but it seldom gets on the radar of those outside these circles. Last year Barnes and noble announced publicly they wouldn’t stock hardbacks of new books, something that was already in practice, to be honest. Cue disgruntled YA authors screeches. This wasn’t an issue and was very understandable. Paperbacks sell more. Hardbacks are larger, more expensive for buyers, and more time-consuming to produce. publishers were notified of this change over a year in advance. None of the authors with upcoming books would be affected because their publishers already knew to print paperbacks, unless their publisher decided to ignore B&N’s warning. People in publishing knew this, but the public did not. YA authors fell back into self-victimization mode and guilt tripping to strategically sell more copies of their books. However, publishers and agents alike noticed this, and some authors were punished behind the scenes. Those same authors then went on Twitter after the fact to target more of their peers in hopes of selling more books. [There are other factors influencing their behaviors, of course, but this ask is long enough.]

That’s all it is, really: YA authors are people in a failing G-D within a failing industry where they constantly need to eliminate their competition and compete to see who’s more moral than the next in hopes of selling books because their publishers don’t market them and give poor advances. YA readers in book twitter/booktubers are functionally conservative anti-intellectuals. (YA authors are also anti-intellectuals if it means they believe they'll sell more books. See the plethora of pathetic Twitter threads around back to school season: "The classics are all boring and bad and spread x ideas. School libraries should purchase more YA. Students should read more YA in class instead, like my book.") If you’re following any of them, please consider stopping for your own sanity. If you see them make or signal boost call out posts, always be skeptical because every other professional with repute around them already is.

Back in my teen years in the 90s, the term 'young adult' existed, but the only books I remember seeing were a few Judy Blume titles about realistic teen problems or something. I went straight from kids' books to plain old genre fiction for adults. It's amusing to hear that current teens are going back to that.

A lot of YA boom fallout feels to me like every other time something was a brief blip but a brief blip just as a person came of age: they spend forever waiting for "the normal status quo" to reassert itself and wondering why it does not.

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unifox · 6 months

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Tropical love - intro

~Pairing: No pairing yet! g/n! reader

~Genre: fluff/ angst (does annoyance and disliking someone count as that?)

~Warnings: Mentions of food, beach. Like, one sort of sexist commentary. (let me know if I missed any)

~Words: 0,9 k

~Summary: When your cousin decides to ruin family bonding time by bringing two friends to your shared beach house, you unexpectedly find a lover.

a/n: THIS A/N IS LONG I'M SORRY. Congrats to Seungcheol for being voted as cousin material ✨. But seriously hahaha I'm writing both paths for Mingyu And Wonwoo ending. Just did a pool to see who's team you guys are rooting for hahaha

For this one I sort of based the characters on two of my actual cousin's friends, but the one for Wonwoo I truly dislike and had a hard time adjusting our precious Woo to fit in his character. I wish my cousin could bring a true gentlemen to me tho :(

ALSO Wow, I'm really surprised and thankful for all the supor my Joshua fic received. Thanks If you're one of those people!!

Taglist + anon list open! ~Foxy🦊

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"What do you mean!?!?"

The look of disbelief in your cousin Rina along with yours took her sister May by surprise.

"What do YOU mean? Cheol is taking his friends to our beach house." May said with a shrug

"What a traitor, what about family bonding time?" Rina said crossing her arms.

Sungecheol was the oldest of three siblings. Followed by May and then Rina. You were their older cousin, just one year older than Cheol, but they considered you their older sibling since you grew up together.

"Who did he invite?" The siblings still argued

"Mingyu..." May responded

"I mean, it's no big deal right?"You chimed in sipping your orange juice. This brunch place had the best juice "Mingyu practically grew up with us"

"And Wonwoo"

Well fuck. You couldn't stand that guy

"What a traitor, what about family bonding time?" You quoted the youngest among you

"I swear to god, you two are so difficult..." May said going back to her now cold French toast

You really missed this house. After 2h driving, arriving at your destination has never been so rewarding. Usually, Cheol would drive, but 6 people would not fit his car so you went in an all-girls car trip while he went with his friends.

The main entrance led you to the open living room with a kitchen on the right and the three of you headed upstairs to settle on the room on the left side of the house. The guys would share the room right next to it.

When they arrived, you were putting the groceries away and Cheol went to greet you with a hug

"Look, it's my favorite causing from mom's side"

"I'm your only cousin from Mom's side"

"That's why you're my favorite!"

"Stop teasing her, we won't make any food for you" Mingyu joked and went to greet you with a quick hug

"Hi Gyu, haven't seen you in a while. How's life in America?" You smiled as he helped stock the fridge with the food they brought with them

"It's been fun! I'll tell you more later, let's finish this"

"Hi"

You turned your head to the boy who had just entered the house. Wonwoo smiled awkwardly and waved after closing the door behind him

"Hi" You forced a bit of your smile and went back to organizing

The beach worked wonders on you. The sand underneath your feet, the sound of the waves, the humidity on the wind and the sun kissing your skin.

Through your sunglasses you could see the boys playing like kids in the water, splashing each other, while May sat next to you on a beach chair almost asleep. Rina approached you and offered one of the open coconuts that she had just purchased from a nearby vendor.

"Thanks! This one is so sweet" You exclaimed happily to her

"I know right? So many people were buying there that I had to get us one!"

Your conversation was cut short as the guys approached you. Mingyu saw you sitting on a towel and ran to sit next to you smiling

"Oh my god, you're so cold!" you shrieked and threw the towel inside your bag at him

"Coconut water?" he smiled brightly at you as he dried himself

"What else would it be gyu?" You laughed and offered him your straw. While he took a sip you saw the other two guys approach but ignored them.

"That's so good! I'll get one too" He stood up and threw the towel at Seungcheol. "Wanna grab one Wonwoo?"

"Sure" The quiet male responded

When they came back you all settled and stayed till early afternoon. Mingyu decided to go back earlier to light up the barbecue grill, and since you were kinda tired, you decided to tag along.

"You're going back already?" Cheol looked ah you quizzically

"Yeah" You responded.

"I want my meat rare" Wonwoo smiled as the two guys looked at you

You think I'm your maid? Go do it yourself

That's what you wanted to say but held back. Usually, you'd go back earlier to cook for y'all (It was a shared task, but as the oldest you'd usually initiate things), but this time that was not the case. You side-eyed him and ignored him as you walked back to the house.

This dude was really getting on your nerves. You found him awkward and strange, but worse, you found him lazy. He didn't help with tasks like Mingyu who was always ready to help you. It was like Wonwoo didn't belong in your dynamic like he wasn't supposed to be there. He avoided everyone and would only join if Seungcheol was present.

When you reached the house you calmed down a bit since Mingyu kept you entertained and busy.

"We should totally go check out those food trucks we passed by when we were coming here" May exclaimed after everyone gathered in front of the TV in the living room. One Piece played on the screen but most were not paying attention to the anime.

"Nah sis, we should stay in today. I'm dead from driving and spending the day on the beach" Cheol responded ready to set his attention back to the anime

"I think it'll be fun!" Mingyu chimed in. His closeness with your family allowed him to simply choose whatever, even if his friend who invited him wasn't going to tag along.

"We should go then" Rina got up to get her tiny purse and headed to the door. Mingyu and May followed her.

"You coming Wonwoo?" Mingyu asked the new friend, who simply shook his head and said he'd stay with Seungcheol

"What about you y/n?"

I'm staying guys. Have fun! OR I'm going! Let me just grab my phone.

(click the answer and check the next parts!)

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Tarnished pt 5

[Helluva Boss AU where Blitzø’s childhood theft from Stolas’ palace is discovered and major consequences ensue for everyone involved.]

[18+ rating for language, sex, violence, alcohol consumption, abuse, and general Hellaverse-ness]

[CW: child abuse, child abandonment, blood, slavery]

[Part 5/?? Word count 2319]

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20 years ago, the day after Stolas’ birthday

Blitzo’s father hadn’t picked him up at sundown. Or as the moon rose that night. The young imp spent a fitful night, sleeping on a lounge chair in Stolas’ room. What if his dad had gotten in trouble? Maybe he got hurt, going back and forth between the palace and circus. Maybe someone saw him with all that fancy stuff and beat him up.

Maybe the Goetia found out.

His dad still wasn’t back in the morning and Blitzo was getting scared. Stolas tried to comfort his new friend, but the young prince was just confused in this situation. The boys ate breakfast, with Stolas insisting that his friend have a seat at the same table and the same meal. Afterwards, they were summoned by King Paimon.

Stolas wanted to be happy since he rarely saw his father, much less two days in a row. But Blitzo was looking more and more scared, his face turning a pale pink when Paimon ordered his presence.

Two of the king’s guards maneuvered the little imp in front of Paimon’s throne. Stolas tried to greet his father like the day before but he was silenced with a look. “You. Imp boy.” Blitzo gulped. “There are a number of items missing from this palace today. Why?”

The boy gulped again. He didn’t dare lie. So he told a half truth, hoping to avoid or at least minimize any punishment. He choked out an answer, “My dad told me to play pirates. I threw them out the window.”

“I see. So you had my son, a prince of the Goetia, assist in your common thievery.” A flickering black aura built at the bottom of Paimon’s cloak.

You were wrong Papa. Nothing is scarier than this. “I…I thought it w-was just a fun game. I d-d-didn’t want anyo- anyone to get in tr-trouble.” Blitzo couldn’t stop his voice from stuttering as he forced the words around the lump of terror in his throat.

“Father, we really were just playing. Neither of us knew what the game was about,” Stolas stepped up next to Blitzo and bravely tried to defend his friend. He’d had no clue that the pirates game was really Blitzo’s father making him steal; surely the young imp hadn’t known either.

“Hmmm.” Paimon rose from the throne and stalked deliberately over to the two boys. “Perhaps you were ignorant of the crime, but you committed a crime against the Goetia nonetheless. Have you wondered why your own father isn’t here, boy?”

Blitzo nodded rapidly. “I w-was supposed to g-go home last night…”

“Indeed. My staff discovered the theft yesterday and I had my security guards looking for your father. It seemed he spotted them and ran. Had he come back with the stolen items I might have let you and him leave with a minor punishment. A few fingers or a hand removed.” Both boys gasped and Blitzo’s legs gave out underneath him. “He has not returned and my servants say that your circus is no longer at their location from yesterday. It seems your father has decided to abscond with our possessions and leave you behind.”

Blitzo was crouched on the floor now, crying. He tried to be quiet but his sobs were audible behind the fisted claws he pressed to his mouth. Stolas, still confused and being infected with his friend’s fear, looked back and forth between Blitzo and Paimon.

“I do not care about the stolen goods. But you and your father have dared to insult the Goetia by committing a crime against us.”

“Father, please-“

“And you, my son, were foolish enough to let them. This will need to be corrected if you are to become the prince of Hell you are meant to be.” Paimon made no effort to hide the distaste in his voice. “Imp boy, I purchased your time for a day. As your father has taken more than was originally agreed, I will treat this purchasing more of your time. You belong to Ars Goetia now. Your servitude will be to my son and will last until your death.” Blitzo continued to cry, unable to move.

Paimon turned his attention fully to the prince. “Stolas. You need to be taught a lesson in status and the dignity of the Goetia. I have something in mind to give you that. You, your grimoire, and your imp will be required in my study at the witching hour tonight. Now go.” The king swept out of the room, bits of his magickal aura pulsing in his wake.

Stolas managed to get Blitzo to his feet. “Let’s go back to my room Blitzo. Maybe we can figure something out.” Blitzo didn’t answer. He just let his friend guide him back. A number of Hellhounds followed and placed themselves at every exit of the Prince’s chambers.

Once back in Stolas’ room, nothing could stop Blitzo from becoming a wailing mess. Just hearing Blitzo like that made Stolas start crying too. His tears were quieter and all he could say was “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” over and over.

Well after the point that Stolas started to feel hungry, Blitzo cried himself to sleep. He passed out, emotionally exhausted, in the middle of the floor. The prince wasn’t strong enough to lift his friend to the bed and the guards stationed around the room made no move to help. So he brought a blanket, pillow and a horse plush from the bed instead. He did his best to make Blitzo comfortable where he was curled up.

Stolas tried to distract himself with books but not even his favorites could get his mind away from what was happening. Not with his first friend terrified to tears on his bedroom floor. He picked at the meals the servants brought. They brought portions for Blitzo as well but he was too exhausted to do more than stir when the doors opened. The guards changed and the red sky of the Pride Ring gave way to a deep black before Blitzo woke up again.

Stolas had started to doze off while reading when movement from the bundled blanket startled him awake. “Blitzo! You’re awake!”

“Yeah, guess so,” the imp mumbled as he wrapped himself in the blanket. Maybe if he was wrapped up enough he’d wake up at home and this would all be a bad dream. He didn’t wake up; instead his tummy growled, telling him he’d missed at least one meal. Probably more.

“Stolas, I’m kinda hungry…” he whispered, his voice hoarse from all the crying earlier. There was something fuzzy and soft wrapped up in the blanket with him. He unwound the fabric a little to find a horse plushie with him. He had to fight to not cry again.

“Oh! Yes, of course! You slept through lunch and dinner after all and you didn’t have much at breakfast.” Stolas rang a buzzer to call the staff, having them fetch something for Blitzo. The platter of food quickly disappeared once it arrived, with how hungry Blitzo was.

He curled back up in the blanket, hugging the plushie to his chest. He and Stolas were sitting on the lounge chair, having no choice but to wait for this “witching hour.” Stolas’s head was bobbing though and he kept leaning on the imp’s shoulder.

“What’s this witching hour thing anyway? Are a bunch of witches gonna show up.”

Stolas jerked awake. “What? Oh, witching hour. It’s at three in the morning. It’s supposed to be when the veil between us and the living world is thinnest and magick is strongest. There’s no witches. At least not here. I’m pretty sure there aren’t.” Stolas continued to talk, his explanation devolving into sleepy mumbles.

“A veil? Like what people wear to get married and junk?” Blitzo was sure there had to be more than that separating them from the living world. Otherwise you wouldn’t need portals.

“Mmnnoo, not that kind,” Stolas managed to reply. “‘s what th’ barrier b’tween realities ‘s called.” After that, Blitzo just heard quiet trilling hoots from the other demon boy.

Blitzo kept hoping his dad would show up, bringing back all the stuff, saying that everyone packing up was just to go to their next stop. But he knew better. Cash liked his friend Fizzarolli more. A lot more. The audience always laughed and clapped during Fizz’s parts in their act. Fizz was just better at all the clown stuff. If it was Fizz here…well Fizz wouldn’t have been left behind at all. Cash didn’t need his “disappoint-o” son with Fizzarolli around.

At some point Blitzo fell asleep too. He must have because the next thing he knew a group of Hellhounds were pulling him up to his feet. Stolas was awakened more gently but they made him get up and out to the hall just as quickly. One of the Hounds made sure Stolas had the grimoire in his hands.

They were brought to a dimly lit study. King Paimon stood up from his desk, grabbing a thin object as he did so. Wordlessly he led the way through a curtain. It shrouded an alcove barely big enough for three adult Goetia to fit in. In the center was a stone altar. Carved circles made a ring border in the stone floor. Stolas expected to see his father’s sigil in the center and his name in the ring but it was blank.

One of the Hounds remained with them. He kept a firm grasp on Blitzo’s small shoulders. Paimon stood to one side of the altar and directed Stolas to the other, farthest from the exit. “Place your grimoire on the altar.” Stolas obeyed silently. His father grabbed his right wrist before he could step back.

“Each grimoire requires a blood oath to wield its full potential. It is more binding than any contract in all the realities and confirms your place in Ars Goetia.” Paimon twisted his son’s palm upward. “You will make a more formal oath at your majority to take up your duties. But this part can be done at anytime. Repeat after me.”

The words of the oath were nothing Stolas recognized. Perhaps if he’d had any studying of his tome he would have but he’d only had it two days. He did his best to repeat it; fortunately the words came naturally, as if he knew them already and just had to be reminded.

As he finished, Paimon unsheathed the slim dagger he’d brought. The gleam of white swirled over the blade; this was a blessed weapon able to wound the highest ranking demons. With quick methodical movement, he sliced Stolas’s palm and pressed the fresh wound onto the book’s cover.

Stolas cried out involuntarily at the sudden pain. Once his bloodied palm touched the grimoire, the circle beneath them filled with Stolas’s name and sigil. Paimon started a new phrase and Stolas repeated the strange words on reflex. A gold light shone from the floor before spinning, little motes of light and letters flowing through the air. They coalesced into something like a bracelet around Stolas' right wrist.

Despite the pain and his fear over what his father was doing, there was also an electric feeling of joy running over the prince. Having the blood oath confirmed felt like a puzzle piece slipping into place. Wielding magick felt right in a way that had only one comparison; spending time with Blitzo.

Blitzo was in awe of the sudden show of power. No amount of illusions in their circus could compare. For all his talk about how cool blood was, he’d been terrified to see the sudden ichor from Stolas’ hand. Before he could really process anything, Paimon grabbed his right wrist, twisted the hand up and sliced his palm as well. He screeched hoarsely which grabbed Stolas’ attention.

“Stop! Don’t hurt him, he’s my friend, don’t hurt him!” Neither Paimon nor his Hellhound acknowledged the prince’s cries. The Hound simply grasped Blitzo’s hand and forced it onto the grimoire. Paimon took Stolas’ cut hand and pressed it onto the imp’s forehead. Both young demons felt a burning pain where the cut and bleeding palm met the black skull-faced heart brand.

Stolas kept saying, “don’t hurt him” over and over. The bracelet of light flowed off his wrist, over Blitzo’s head and to his neck. The sigil spun rapidly before clasping onto the imp’s throat. He screamed again as it fused onto his skin with another burning sensation. His hand against the book singed with pain at the same time.

Then all the pain was gone. Even the cuts and black ichor on the grimoire were gone. Paimon and the Hellhound released them. Stolas staggered back, dizzy. Blitzo scrabbled his claws at his neck, a deep growling hiss bubbling from his chest as he tried to yank the binding off. But it was part of him now, like a birthmark. No way to remove it with his hands. Not only that, the black circus mark on his forehead was now the white crowned heart of the Goetia family. Looking at his suddenly healed palm, Stolas saw the same mark there.

King Paimon stared down at his son. “You are now the master of your grimoire and your imp. Make sure you learn to command both.” Then he was gone.

This time, the Hounds were allowed to carry them back. Otherwise the pair might have fallen asleep right in the alcove or in one of the hallways on the walk back. This time, Stolas insisted Blitzo sleep in the bed too. Blitzo fell asleep as soon as he hit the mattress. Stolas wasn’t awake for much longer. Before he fell asleep, two thoughts started to form.

First: he loved magick as much as he loved Blitzo.

Second: he hated Paimon more than any words he knew could describe.

A/N: I hope this part isn’t triggering for anyone. I have a hard time writing anything negative happening to kids so the binding scene I kept to a minimum. The next couple parts continue this flashback but no more physical abuse, emotional trauma is incoming though.

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moonlight-prose · 2 years

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♱ WEAK FOR YOUR LOVE ♱

a/n: i couldn't NOT write for my husband mickey. i haven't churned out a fic this fast in a long time and i'm actually really happy with how it turned out. i hope y'all enjoy it!

day four - cumplay | kinktober 2022

summary: mickey always prided himself on self-control. as a naval wso it was mandatory, but you in a sundress proved to be his weakness.

word count: 2k+

pairing: mickey "fanboy" garcia x f!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI, cussing, teasing, slight exhibitionism, handjob, cumplay.

He nearly fell over his own feet walking into the Hard Deck tonight. Not because he was clumsy. Well…not usually. No, he’d almost fallen due to one thing and one thing only—you sitting prettily on a barstool wearing a new sundress he had no idea you even purchased.

Payback had bumped his shoulder playfully, asking if he was still unsteady from pulling G’s. Even though he knew the real reason why Mickey was standing stock-still a few feet away from the bar. You were there. Staring at your boyfriend with the same lovestruck expression on his face. Payback had never seen two people more in love; so he backed away. Heading towards the group and leaving Mickey to deal with his still reeling mind.

“You’re early tonight,” Mickey said, finally managing to get his feet to move.

A giggle left your glossy lips. He’d never wanted to lick into your mouth so brazenly before, never wanted to kiss you until you were a panting mess against him, until this moment. Rather than embarrass himself even further in front of his friends, he gestured to Penny, asking for a beer. Something to cool down the searing heat that spread up his spine at just the sight of you sitting there, smiling at him.

“I figured you wouldn’t mind the surprise.”

He chugged a few large gulps of beer in the hopes that it would fix his parched throat. It didn’t.

“I never mind it when you surprise me.”

You sipped at your drink, leaving a small mark of pink gloss on the glass and Mickey’s breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t even gotten a proper look at you in the sundress for fear of dragging you out of the bar right then and there. If there’s one thing he prided himself on, it was his self control. He worked hard on learning to keep it level while he trained as WSO, yet one look at his girl and he was ready to snap within seconds.

“Mickey?” He shivered at the tone of your voice—the same one you used when he was between your thighs, lapping at your pussy like it was the best damn meal he could ever have. “Why won’t you look at me baby?”

He counted in his head to ten, trying to force the blazing arousal down. But then he turned and you batted your lashes at him, a knowing smile playing on your lips. Your sundress had now ridden up your thighs, showing the expanse of your leg down to the heels you wore on your feet. That sight alone had Mickey thanking every god in existence for letting him find you. His eyes trailed back up your body, stopping momentarily at the way the top of your breasts were showing, until he reached your face.

Lust sparked in your eyes, your teeth digging into your bottom lip, and he could physically hear the snap of his self control sever. The beer was forgotten on the bar beside your half finished drink. He’d make sure to pay Penny tomorrow. For now he had something more important to deal with.

Grasping your wrist tightly he yanked you up to your feet, giving you a second to find your balance before he began dragging you towards the door. Payback’s whistle echoed behind him—the teasing sounds of the team letting him know he’d hear their comments tomorrow. But Mickey really couldn’t find it in himself to give a shit. Not when you were moving just as fast as he was and the smell of your perfume was wafting up his nose with each shift of your body.

He was surprised he even made it to his car. Making sure you got in first before rushing to the drivers side and practically jumping in.

“I never even finished my drink mi alma,” you laughed. Wearing this dress was the obvious choice after enduring days without your boyfriend and seeing him struggle to hold himself back from touching you only made it better.

The car started with ease, his hands gripping the wheel tightly so as not to touch you, but he made the second mistake of the night. Turning his head to glance at you. Somewhere between him speeding out of the parking lot and getting onto the street, you pulled up the skirt of your dress until the very tops of your thighs were showing. He could see the crease where your hip connected to your leg and his mouth dried even further.

He wanted to bite that crease, suck on the skin to make sure you felt the indent of his teeth the next day.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice deeper than before.

You merely smiled, leaning your head back against the chair and playing with the thin strap that slid halfway down your arm.

“Mi vida.” He sucked in a breath at the sight of the top of your breast showing even more. He knew if he pulled the dress down just a bit more he’d see your peaked nipple pressing against the thin fabric.

“I missed you,” you breathed, pushing the dress down until eventually he could catch a glimpse of your partly bare chest.

He cursed, slamming his foot on the breaks and swerving to the side of the empty road. The car was put in park before he was yanking off his seat belt and reaching for you. While he could have driven the extra five minutes to his place, you looked too enticing for him to even focus on the road anymore. Mickey tried to convince himself that he was doing this for your safety. He was stopping here to prevent any accidents.

But he knew it was bullshit.

Slipping your arms around his neck, you clambered into the front seat of his car that he generously pushed back to give you room. Your head was swimming, eyes dazed and lips parted. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight than this. No sunset up in the sky or view above the clouds would be able to compare to you looking at him as if he’d hung the moon. As if he’d given you every ounce of happiness you could ask for.

Your lips slotted against his, your saccharine moan being swallowed by him. He was in heaven just from the taste of you. Gripping the back of your neck, he molded you to him, chasing the pleasure that spread down his spine and to his cock. He told you when you first started dating that one look from you made him so turned on he became light headed. Of course, you laughed it off as him trying to win you over, but still to this day it remained the truth.

Mickey was ready to break and you hadn’t even touched him yet.

“Baby,” he sighed, catching his breath as you trailed your lips down his neck, tracing the edge of his gold chain with your tongue. “We’ve gotta—fuck—” He groaned when you bit down on his collarbone, sucking a dark purple mark into his skin.

You smiled, glancing up at him through your lashes. “Yeah I agree. We should fuck.”

His laugh was involuntary, the lightness in his head turning him into a pliable mess for you to mold. If it was any other night he’d be adamant on making it home before fucking you. But he hadn’t seen you in days—the polaroids you took together only going so far for him—and he was pretty sure he’d lose his mind if he waited any longer.

Shaking his head to gain some clarity, he cupped your chin, bringing your lips back to his for a sweet kiss that completely opposed what you’d been doing before.

“You’re causing trouble mi vida.”

Your laughter caused his heart to flutter. “Look who’s talking, Fanboy.”

His cock twitched. You never called him by his callsign, choosing instead to use his name and he’d never been against it. But there were times when some part of his brain flared to life at the sound of your voice calling him that. Shit, he’d never heard anything hotter.

“Don’t tell me you don’t like it when I cause trouble,” you said lowly, your hand slipping down to the crotch of his jeans. His hips jolted up, a gasp echoing in the tight space of the car, and he knew…he wouldn’t last long enough to fuck you. He’d be lucky if he held on long enough to let you wrap a hand around him.

“I’m—” He exhaled, eyes rolling back when you opened his jeans, dipped your hand in and brushed your thumb along the outline of his cock. “I’m not gonna last baby.”

“That’s okay.”

He was certain his brain whited out the second you pulled him free, wrapping your hand around his cock. There was something about you in this sundress that turned him into mush—something he wasn’t particularly mad about. Your thumb swiped over the head of his cock, gathering the precum and spreading it downwards. It made his hips buck up into your hand, a broken moan falling from his lips.

“Oh baby,” you cooed, cupping his cheek with your other hand. “Is this all because of me?”

Mickey sighed, feeling the tightness in his stomach build with every stroke of your palm. “It’s the fuckin’ sundress,” he moaned.

He reached up and pulled the straps down until the fabric pooled around your waist, revealing your bare chest to him. Without even thinking about it, he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth. The cry you let out made him smile—enjoying that he had the same affect over you that you did him.

“I wore it for you,” you gasped, head falling back and chest pushing even further towards him. “Knew you’d…oh…like it.”

His eyes fell shut, the pleasure building in his body until he could no longer take it and with one more twist of your hand, he flew off the edge of the cliff. Grunting your name, he buried his face into your chest, feeling his balls draw up tight as he spurted over your hand. Every thought left his mind except for one. Just you. The sight of you panting in his lap, your breaths in tune with his, and your hand tenderly stroking his cock to prolong his orgasm.

Mickey could never figure how he got so lucky with you. No matter how many times he asked the question, he still remained without an answer. But it was moments like this when he was basking in the afterglow of a mind-numbing release did he stop asking. He didn’t want to know the answer. Not anymore. He just wanted to relish in the fact that he had you. That is was him you chose to love, him you wanted.

“So pretty,” you mumbled, bringing your hand up and licking along your palm.

“Fuck.”

Scooping up his cum from your hand, he trailed it along your breast, circling you nipple and coating your skin in him. Call it a primal urge in his body to pain you in his release or whatever, but he couldn’t stop the shudder that went down his spine at the sight. He did it again with the other side, watching your face contort in pleasure at the feeling.

“Start the car,” you said against his lips. “I want to fuck you in our bed.”

He nodded, helping you fall to the passenger seat, your dress still wrapped around your waist and breasts shiny with his cum. Just that sight alone caused him to grow half hard again—the need to be inside you growing with every second. He’d be lucky if he didn’t crash the damn car.

Turning over the engine, he attempted to catch his breath. You chose that exact moment to circle your nipple, bringing your finger up to your mouth and moaning at the taste of him. His cock twitched, eyes following your every movement until you looked back at him again, smirking at his dumbstruck expression. You were playing him like a guitar and he loved every second.

Cursing under his breath one last time, he slammed his foot on the gas, taking off down the street, adamant on actually getting home this time—your laughter echoing around him.

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ladzwriting · 10 days

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Honestly, Ladz, I'm scared to read fealty even though I bought it. I feel like I'll become obsessed and then want something similar

I am so flattered by this; thank you so much!!

In terms of becoming obsessed and wanting more, there are minimum 7 more volumes to write (it takes a long time to stop a forever war while preserving a vestigial empire, who knew!). But in the interim of me writing them, I have a carefully curated to-read list for the different aspects of FEALTY that you like most.

NON-FICTION (also featured in the back of the book)

The Unwomanly Face of War: An Oral History of Women in World War II by Svetlana Alexievich (2017)

God's Playground: A History of Poland, Volumes 1 & 2 by Normal Davies (2005)

Revolutionary Russia, 1891 - 1991: A History by Orlando Figes (2015)

Queer Gothic by George Haggerty (2006)

Rasputin: Faith, Power, and the Twilight of the Romanovs by Douglas Smith (2016)

VAMPIRES

Hellsing by Kouta Hirano (1997 - 2008)

Monogatari by nisiOisin, illustrated by Vofan (2005 - Present)

Vampire Hunter D by Hideyuki Kikuchi, illus. Yoshitaka Amano (2005 - Present in English)

A Flame in the Night by Morgan Dante (2023)

Ossuary by T.D. Cloud, illus. by Ambi Sun (2023)

Unholy with Eyes Like Wolves by Morgan Dante (April 2024)

Mistress of Lies by K.M. Enright (August 2024)

SLAVIC POLITICAL FANTASY

Tower of Fools by Andrzej Sapkowski (2020 in English)

The Wolf and the Woodsman by Ava Reid (2021)

Kalyna the Soothsayer by Elijah Kinch Spector (2022)

SLAVIC FICTION

Day of the Oprichnik by Vladimir Sorokin (2011 in English)

The Books of Jacob by Olga Tokarczyk (2022 in English)

GENERAL POLITICAL FANTASY

Titus Groan by Mervyn Peake (1946)

Gormenghast by Mervyn Peake (1950)

Titus Alone by Mervyn Peake (1959)

Kushiel's Dart by Jacqueline Carey (2001)

The Traitor Baru Cormorant by Seth J. Dickinson (2015)

GOTHIC FICTION

tbh Mervyn Peake's books also work for this category

The Monk by Matthew G. Lewis (1796)

Lapvona by Ottessa Moshfegh (2022)

The Lord of Astiigos by Soren Häxan (2023); please note: there is an update coming in the next few months

The Salt Grows Heavy by Cassandra Khaw (2023)

BLURBER BOOKS

(if not in previous sections)

Little Death by Pom Poison (2022 - Present)

A Botanical Daughter by Noah Medlock (2023)

A Necessary Chaos by Brent Lambert (2023)

All Tomorrow's Photos Duology by S.S. Genesee (2023)

VIDEO GAMES TO PLAY

Bloodborne (2015), especially Castle Cainhurst

Fire Emblem Three Houses (2019), the Black Eagles house

I think this is most of it!! I have read and reviewed most of these on my blog, where you will find things like content and trigger warnings.

Hope this answers the questions and please take your time! FEALTY is a dense, gory book with a lot happening both politically and interpersonally, so don't feel bad about taking time to get into it.

It took me a few years from purchase to actually reading Mervyn Peake's work, for example, and it absolutely came at the right time for me.

I hope this answers the ask!

#the fealty of monsters #ladz answers #to read list #book recs #master list #vampires #gothic fiction

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G Witch Onscreen Text: Episode 9

We have now reached part TEN of my ongoing project to transcribe and discuss all of the onscreen text in G Witch! Because I like writing!!! We have reached Episode 9, "If I Could Take One More Step Towards You."

<<Click Here to go back to Episode 8 (That post actually goes rather in depth into Duel Statistics. You should check it out if you happen to be interested in. Duel Statistics.)

The Beginning of the End. (Of the season.)

In the opening flashback, we see Guel winning yet another Duel, and at that point in time, he now has 8 wins. Ireesha says that he's probably done about 5 duels that month. With this information it's like. Utterly Impossible to determine how long ago before the story proper this scene takes place in, but here:

The Holder is required to do at least one duel every two weeks if there are available challengers. Guel had 28 wins by the time the show starts, so if we assume that Guel did that bare minimum, (which he definitely did not do) 20 duels would take about 40 weeks, or around 9 and so months. So that's the absolute MAXIMUM amount of time possible between this flashback and the show proper.

This doesn't really tell us anything at all, but yknow. I had fun. And isn't that what it's all about?

TEXT: BUSINESS TRANSFER AGREEMENT GRASSELEY M&D COMPANY REPRESENTATIVE SHADDIQ ZENELLI AGREEMENT

THIS BUSINESS TRANSFER AGREEMENT [the 'Agreement'] shall be governed by space front customary law and inter-front commercial treaties.

The agreement is entered into as of this date written below, by and between GUND-ARM, Inc ["Seller"] and Grassley Research and Development ["Buyer"]

WHEREAS, Seller desires to sell, and Buye* desires to purchase, substantially, all of Seller's assets and WHEREAS, the parties desire to enter into this Agreement for the purpose of setting forth their mutual rights and obligations with respect to the foregoing.

Shaddiq Zenelli

Grassley M&D Company Representative SHADDIQ ZENELLI

____________________ GUND-ARM, Inc Company Representative MIORINE REMBRAN ____________________ DATE

*(The word here is supposed to be Buyer, but it's actually misspelled like that on that agreement. Oopsie!)

Lots of LEGAL stuff....hochi mama....

One day I will make a post examining how Belmeria is meant to be a dark reflection of Nika. Just you wait.

And I COULD say SOMETHING about how the last time Guel sees Suletta before he runs away she's running ahead of him down the LIGHTED PATH and he CAN'T FOLLOW but I have to save that for the GUEL ANALYSIS SERIES!!! (Which I will return to...wait for me md-guel....wait for me...)

Anyway, back to a relevant detail, in the scene where Shaddiq talks to Miorine to convince her to call off the duel, Miorine has gathered a bunch of tomatoes and laid them out like this.

She's actually using them to plan out a battle strategy for the Grassley duel. The 2 tomatoes on the bottom are Suletta and Chuchu, and the 6 tomatoes at the top are the Grassley Pilots.

Shaddiq's Michaelis (Left) and the Grassley Girls' Beguir - Pente's (Middle) are actually both successors built from the Beguir Beu (Right) used in the prologue. (That's why they can use Anti-GUND Format Equipment such as the 'Antidote')

When you look at them side by side, it's pretty clear, but if this fact slips by you, you really miss out on the sharp difference in Prospera's behavior watching this duel compared to all the previous duels. Before, she showed unwavering confidence and faith that Suletta and Aerial could stop any opponent, but in this duel, when we see her, she's silent. She's not smiling. In a very real way, she's looking at the Mobile Suit that took her husband away from her.

And when Aerial overcomes the power of the Antidote, she sheds a tear

This was probably the biggest obstacle standing between the completion of Quiet Zero, and now that it's been overcome, the path has never been clearer.

Anyway, during the Role Call of all the Grassley girls, Sabina is shown to specifically be incredibly popular with women. Which I mean....can't blame em..

During this scene, we can see that the Team Battle title card has a slightly different UI, adding the respective Team Name of the Commander. Miorine never officially joins Earth House, but since all the members currently in the fight are, they probably just chose that.

We also see that the official color coding of Earth House is Cyan.

Here we see that in a Team Duel, the "Team Leader" and the "Commander" are two different positions, and can be held by two different people. The Team Leader fights in the duel, while the Commander is who will be awarded the victory or defeat depending on the outcome of the battle.

We also see in this shot that Chuchu's Demi Trainer is registered in Asticassia as "CHUCHU'S DEMI TRAINER"

When Aerial first goes offline due to the Antidote, this warning flashes across Suletta's helmet at first. It's [???] MODE but I can't read the first part. Gomen :( My best guess is that it's an Error message for a sort of Assisted Piloting Mode that Suletta had been using up to this point.

Then the warning switches to MANUAL MODE, which is what Suletta interprets as Aerial saying she needs to continue the fight by herself.

We can't see it fully, but Miorine's name appears on the winner's screen. So only the Team's Commander receives the victory in a Team Battle.

TEXT: AGREEMENT No. 2030-23 GUND ARM INC. Grassley M&D

Each party submits to the exclusive jurisdiction of the BENERIT enterprise entrusted court, and agrees not to commence any legal action regarding or related to the subject matter of this agreement in any other court.

This seems like the end of the agreement.

Any way here's a comparison of Miorine and Delling's cursive. If Father Daughter Cursive Comparisons is something you're interested in. Miorine has cute handwriting.

That's all for this episode!! Woohooo!! For your final gift...

FUCK you. I'm symbolizing you as an unripe green tomato to represent the potential love we could have shared that never blossomed due to our respective personal ambitions being at odds with each other. Yeah and its permanent. BITCH.

Click here to go to episode TEN. FUCKER. >>

OR click here to go to the MASTERPOST.

#g witch #gundam the witch from mercury

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gowoelfinneniguess · 10 months

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LAUGHING FIT 😂 Stadt, Land, Fluss with Laura & Poppi

Laura: Kisses must be wet is my unpopular opinion-

Poppi: Wow, 15 points! Woowoowoo!-

Laura: Football isn’t for chicks… but wait, that’s a popular opinion isn’t it?-

Poppi: How much bullshit can one person think of?!

Laura: Hello everybody! My name is Laura Freigang, the person to my right you should all know already. We are going to play Stadt, Land, Fluss but without the Land or the Fluss, and instead we have a bunch of different categories–that I didn’t come up with–

Poppi: Neither did I–

Laura: that I’m just going to read to you. They are: City – reason to get fired – cause of death – I’m already laughing, inappropriate – bad purchase – unpopular opinion – Poppi is going to explain that one further – bad excuse, and occupation.

And now you are going to count internally–not count… make letters… and I’ll say stop.

Poppi: They call it the alphabet.

Laura: What she said. Alright.

Poppi: Aaaah.

Laura: Stop.

Poppi: F.

Crap.

Laura: You’re–

Poppi: I’m not doing great.

Laura: There is only one city. Starting with an F.

Poppi: Freiburg.

Laura: Frankfurt!! You’re wrong! Zero points!

Poppi: What? Of course!

Laura: Reason to get fired?

Poppi: Farting.

Laura: Same. What the hell?

Poppi: Are you kidding me!

Laura: Cause of death?

Poppi: I wrote flitting.

Laura: Falling. From a great height?

Dfb: You can die from flitting or from falling.

Laura: Sure, it’s far fetched but I’ll gladly give you the 10 points.

Poppi: So is falling.

Laura: Falling? Do you know how many people die falling? How many die flitting? What even is flitting?

Poppi: Running very fast.

Laura: True, okay. Bad investment?

Poppi: I have nothing.

Laura: Flamingoes, I don’t have the space for those at all.

Poppi: Oh my god, flam–

Laura: What do I want with them? What do I want with flamingoes?

Poppi: It’s quite far-fetched, but okay.

Laura: Do I get 15 points if she wrote nothing?

Dfb: 20 even.

Laura: 20?!

Poppi: What? Calm down.

Dfb: Let’s make it 15.

Laura: 15, okay, 15.

Unpopular opinion?

Poppi: Football.

Laura: Football isn’t for chicks… but wait, that’s a popular opinion, isn’t it? Shit. Do I get points anyway?

Dfb: Yes.

Poppi: What?!

Laura: Did you put something?

Poppi: I wrote football!

Laura: Football?! ‘What’s your opinion on the topic?’ ‘Well, football.’

Poppi: Now they’re making me write full sentences.

Laura: I’m giving myself 15. Bad excuse?

Poppi: I’m not getting anything or what? I see how it is. I don’t have an excuse either. I’m always honest, I don’t need excuses. Laura: I saw a fata morgana.

Poppi: A fata morgana?

Laura: Yes, I was on my way to practice when suddenly–and then I had to go check it out. I’ll take another 15 for that.

Poppi: Amazing. How much bullshit can one person think of?!

Laura: Did I win or did I win?

Occupation?

Poppi: Freelancer.

Laura: Ferret keeper.

Poppi: No no, that’s called a zookeeper!

Laura: Surely you had a special person in charge of the ferrets!

Poppi: No! Also, you keep saying it like ferreds. They’re called ferrets!

Laura: Well…at least I wrote something down!

Poppi: You even spelled it with a D! Ferreds! Amazing, Laura, I love it!

Laura: Don’t expose me like that!

Poppi: Sorry but that’s just too good.

Laura: So I’m not getting any points for that?

Poppi: No chance!

Dfb: No, Alex gets 15.

Poppi: Otherwise I could just write down anything.

Laura: At least I put something.

Let’s add it all up later. Zero points, dear lord.

Is it my turn to count to–count to Z now? Say the alphabet?

Aah.

Poppi: Stop.

Laura: P.

Poppi: Man, I have zero creativity right now. So bad!

Laura: There she is! Okay, I wrote a lot!

Poppi: I wrote just about nothing.

Laura: City?

Poppi: Poppenhausen.

Laura: Why did I think of that and thankfully didn’t write it down? Is it a real place?

Poppi: It’s real.

Laura: Of course you know about the existence of a place called POPPenhausen. It’s not named after you though, is it?

Poppi: No.

Laura: Okay. Potsdam. Almost as famous. That’s 10 points.

Reason to get fired?

Poppi: Picking your nose.

Laura: That’s actually good–stinky lunch. Don’t ask me.

Poppi: Stinky lunch?!

Laura: If you show up every day with something that stinks of cheese–

Poppi: Or salami?

Laura: Yeah. I don’t know. Do I get points?

Poppi: Yeah. You can just make shit up here.

Laura: That’s the whole point.

Cause of death?

Poppi: Don’t have one. I can’t do this like–

Laura: Laceration, in parentheses: deep.

Poppi: I would be dead fifteen times over if that was the case.

Laura: It’s a very, very, very, very, very deep laceration.

Poppi: I’ve died fifteen times over!

Laura: A really deep laceration!

Bad purchase?

Poppi: Pumps.

Laura: Peter Maffay album. It’s not my kind of music!

Poppi: Wow, Laura.

Laura: Don’t ask me. I think my dad had a record of his.

Poppi: I have nothing! You?

Laura: Puffing is cool. Like on a cigarette. It’s not cool is it? See, I’m right. It’s not my opinion! I wrote down something with a P, that’s the gist of it.

Poppi: I didn’t.

Laura: Excuse?

Poppi: Don’t have that either. Like I said, I’m always honest. I don’t need excuses.

Laura: Daddy said no. It’s a valid excuse.

Poppi: Yeah, not bad.

Laura: Last one?

Poppi: Occupation: physio.

Laura: Greenkeeper. It’s obvious what we do, huh?

Poppi: Yeah!

Laura: ‘Kay! Last one!

Poppi: Oh, another turn. Nice.

Laura: Do you wanna start again?

Poppi: We are so excited for round three.

Dfb: Laura is.

Laura: I’m having so much fun.

Poppi (suffering): Aah.

Laura: Oh, you said A. Okay, stop!

Poppi: K.

Laura: That took a while. Okay.

Poppi: City?

Laura: Krefeld.

Poppi: Karlsruhe.

Laura: Easy.

Reason to get fired?

Poppi: Pooping.

I know you wrote 'smoking weed'.

Laura: I wrote smoking weed.

Poppi: See?! You were already thinking of smoking there.

Laura: If I were to smoke weed in here, and you were to poop, which would be worse?

Poppi: Both.

Laura: Alright.

10 points. Cause of death?

Poppi: Puke. When you choke on it.

Laura: Crater. I was thinking about a volcano that erupts and then lava gets everywhere…

Poppi: Excuse me?!

Dfb: That is too convoluted.

Laura: You could fall into a crater.

Dfb: You should have written that down then.

Laura: Okay, no points for me. I see how it is.

Poppi: Does that mean I get 15? Wow, 15 points! Woowoowoo!

Laura: Let’s see: bad purchase?

Poppi: A cat. I’m a dog owner.

Laura: Hm. I see. Yeah. I have smokes. Cigarettes. Not a good investment in my field of work.

Poppi: I have nothing.

Laura: Kisses must be wet is my unpopular opinion.

Poppi: Good one!

Laura: Right?

If someone said that to me I would be like 'Eh, I don’t know about that.'

Excuse?

Poppi: Cat ate my homework.

Laura: But you don’t have a cat.

Poppi: So?

Laura: Fine. Mine isn’t any better: Sewer cleaning. I was driving down the highway, and all of a sudden…

Poppi: You were late because they were cleaning the sewers. I see.

Laura: Occupation?

Poppi: Creative manager.

Laura: Wow! Cow keeper. /-ess.

Poppi: They also call those “farmers”.

Laura: That’s an alternative term for it. Some say cow keeper, some say farmer, it depends.

Alright, now we have to add up our points.

Dfb: I’m not a mathematician, but I can imagine what the result will be.

Poppi: Don’t say it. Please don’t say it!

Laura: I won.

Poppi: Congratulations.

Laura: Thank you!

Poppi: It was very…

#alex popp #laura freigang #dfb frauen #i forgot i had this #Youtube

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