but not me exactly for once

Embraces From Behind

Originally posted by to-obsessed

Anonymous Requested: Could I request a Bill Denbrough x reader, where they’re in school and the reader is tired and sees Bill in the halls and walks up to him from behind and lays her chin on his shoulder and he just turns around and wraps his arms around her and she is kinda dozing off in his arms? Doesn’t have to be long or anything! 😊😊

Pairing: Bill x Reader

Warnings: none.


Bill felt your arms wound around him, making him jump as he slowly came to a stop. It wasn’t a surprise to Bill that you’d found him as you often did after school, and with a soft smile, he waved bye to the friends he’d been walking with, ignoring the smirk Richie sent him and moved so he was by his locker. You’d yet to make a noise but as you both became secluded, you set your chin on his shoulder for support and squeeze gently the grip you held on him.

That’s when Bill turned around, wasting no time in returning the embrace you’d given him. Your face fell into the crook of his shoulder and despite buzzling hallways with children who were desperate to get hom. Neither of you paid any attention to them. “You okay?” Bill asked softly, noticing the tired look in your eyes. You smiled dazed up at him, nodding; “just tired.” Upon that you felt your eyes close shut in contentment - Bill always seemed to be able to make you perfectly happy and content.

The day had been particularly long and painful and once class had ended you’d wasted no time in searching for your boyfriend. It didn’t take you long considering how you knew exactly where he went after school. And the moment you’d found him, you felt happiness surge through you the moment your arms wound around his.

Bill nodded, smiling down at you; “let me put away my books and i’ll walk you home?” He offered gently.

You nodded in response but made no move to let go of Bill’s waist. With a soft chuckle, he spun around in your grip and his fingers worked the lock on his locker. Peace filled both of you as he put away his books and only when he was down did you let go of him, opting to grasp his hand instead.

Thinking about Amazon’s coming pre-LotR series has got me thinking again about the Silmarillion being adapted and all the whys I really don’t want it to happen. We don’t know what exactly Amazon’s planning to do, what stories, and I know this isn’t going to be the Silm, thank goodness, but even thinking about this door being opened just drove home the points again. 

Like, you know whatever gutting of the canon they’re going to do is going to bleed into the fandom. But that aside, one of the biggest things for me is the casting. Know that I’m talking about Elves here more than anything. Martin Freeman is my Bilbo, I see Sean Astin’s face when I think of Sam, John’s with Gimli’s, you get the picture. But Elves are so incredibly hard to cast. That’s not to dispute all casting choices (some are excellent, as my praise of Lee Pace goes to show), but it’s like I can already feel the preemptive disappointment at having to say goodbye to the huge amount of originality when it comes to designing these characters, in art and fic. I’m sorry, but I don’t want to see one specific human face for Maedhros, for Feanor, for the Valar, for Aredhel, (especially) for Glorfindel, or Celebrimbor or Annatar or Cirdan now plastered to every fanart. Like now, more often that not, to give an example, it’s always Liv Tyler as Arwen, Cate Blanchett as Galadriel…there’s a reason you rarely see anything of them compared to others from me, because most of the edits/fanart coming across my dash are of those women as them and just…no.

This isn’t a censoring post. Please don’t take it as that. As a creator myself, I don’t do that, I don’t believe in that, and I don’t condone it. But it just saddens me that the level of originality decreases so dramatically when someone is officially cast. As much as I absolutely love and approve of Lee Pace as Thranduil, you don’t see nearly as many original concepts compared to before the Hobbit. Same with Legolas. 

Can you imagine that happening to someone like Maedhros? It’s so fun seeing the various fanart of him, the different ways the scars are placed, just how tall he is, does he have long or short hair after Angband, the type of look in his eyes…Or how about Melkor or the rest of the Valar? Can you imagine these gods being officially cast? How about Mairon? How about Luthien or Glorfindel, both so beautiful and both whose hair would cost a movie budget of their own? Maglor and his voice? So many of these characters are the recipients of the most broadly creative interpretations, their designs and concepts driven by a thought-provoking narrative where you can tell the artist is thinking so much about their story. And to see that decrease just because we would “officially” have a face to the name….

Don’t get me wrong, there would definitely be some perks to seeing the Silm on screen. The scenery, the Two Trees, the epic battles, the music…though if Ancalagon in all his glory isn’t depicted as so great that he could flick Smaug away while taking a nap, I’ll burn down the house.

I’m talking as if the Silm is in its pre-production stage, but I’m just still glad that it’s not, just because of casting alone. 

Price of Freedom Ch 10

And here we have Chapter 10! ^^

Please note that the next chapter of this fanfic might take a bit longer since I will be working on a commission someone asked me to do. Luckily I know exactly what will happen in the next chapter so once I’m done with the commission, I’ll get right to work on the next chapter. ^^

In the meantime, enjoy chapter 10!

CH 10

“OK, I’m going to put this on now. This might be really cold for a minute…” 

Cagney flinched as an ice pack was pressed against his black eye but soon sighed with relief at the cooling sensation.

“Feeling better?” Specter asked.

“A little, yeah.”

“Just leave it on for fifteen or twenty minutes,” Specter instructed. “Then reapply it in an hour. It will help.”

“Thanks, Specs.” Cagney leaned back against the couch and sighed. “I don’t know what to do, Specs…I don’t want to be living in fear anymore…but you don’t know how Nathan’s like. He says he has friends all over and…I don’t know whether to believe him or not.” 

Specter took Cagney’s leaf hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Believe me Cag, I have a good idea on how Nathan is like.”

Cagney was surprised. “You…you do?”

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My dazzling Rey,

I hope you were not too put-off by my question, earlier today. You seemed quite shocked. A little frightened, even. I don’t blame you. I know we have only been a couple for a few months, and a secret couple at that. It makes perfect sense that talk of marriage would be startling, even in the context of using the wedding as a plan to destroy the First Order.

I got the feeling that you tuned out everything I said after we should get married.  I don’t want to pressure you, but I do want you to make an informed decision. Logically, assassinating Snoke is the most expedient way to take the First Order down, and I am certain that with our combined power, amplified by the artifact, we could destroy him. The problem is this: while Snoke does want me to turn you to the Dark Side, and take you as an apprentice, he flatly refuses to meet with us both at the same time. He will not allow us both into his presence, only one of us at a time. He knows how dangerous we could be together.

What we need is some sort of excuse to make him willing to be in the same room as both of us. And my proposal - pun intended - is the only way I can think of to do that. It’s the one bait that he won’t be able to resist. Snoke LOVES pageantry. He takes this sick pleasure in planning out all the aesthetic details for every major FO ceremony and fundraising banquet. What the banners will look like, what people will wear, what they’ll say, where they’ll stand… He loves micromanaging lavish ritualistic ceremonies, and there is nothing more ceremonially ritualistic than a wedding.

If we had a “wedding,” he will want to involved, or more likely, he’ll take over completely, like the tyrant he is. Either way, he’ll probably be willing to risk having us both in his presence, at the ceremony itself. And then we take him down! He would be distracted by his obsession with elaborate ceremony, and you and I would be together - it would be the perfect time to use the artifact. Snoke would be destroyed. Without him, the First Order would be in disarray, and my mother’s fleet could do the rest.

It doesn’t even have to be a real wedding. I probably should have made that more clear when we spoke earlier. It would just be an act, to save the galaxy! At least for now. I don’t want to rush you into anything you’re not ready for. I really don’t… I should have explained better, and that’s exactly why I am writing to you now. In the moment, I think I got a bit carried away by the idea of us openly claiming each other as lifelong companion. Needless to say, nothing else could ever give me such joy.

But, I could sense it, you know. You weren’t completely horrified by my proposal. Startled, maybe, but not disgusted. We belong together. I’ve heard you whisper it in the dark more than once, when you probably thought I was asleep. We belong together…

Anyway, I have enclosed another gift. It’s some frozen dessert, a local delicacy from Bespin. I chose it mainly to show you how chill I am about this wedding idea. Also, it seems to actually have a picture of me unmasked. I know you prefer me that way, so I’ve asked the gift shop to start selling products without my mask. They’ve actually seemed to be making an effort to do so, lately.

As hungry for your love as an exogorth for a passing starship,



Credit to Sansacat for pointing me in the direction of the ice cream!

This story can be read in it’s entirety at    http://archiveofourown.org/works/11534406/chapters/25895388

  • Prompt 3: Enma spends time with his Omega new friend for a class project and no, Enma, keep your hands to yourself

Her apartment was just as scentless as she was. How the fuck is that possible?

Enma tried to smell the air for her delicious scent but found only disappointment and broken dreams. If anything, it smelled exactly like a college student’s apartment - pizza, dirty laundry (that was scentless, what the fuck), generic air freshner, and Sergei the cat.

On the other hand, Sergei was a fucking gold mine and smelled like the Omega. She looked at him shove his nose into the cat’s fur before sighing. “Well, you seem nice enough and you haven’t jumped me yet.” With that she reached towards her neck before stopping. “You won’t right?”

Knowing this was his chance, Enma shook his head vigorously before almost letting out a moan at the release of her Omega smell once the blockers were removed. It was a little subdued, probably from the soap and shampoo blockers but something was better than nothing.

“Scouts honor,” he chocked out as soon as he finished reveling in the smell. “Total gentleman.”

She smiled sardonically, “Good. Because Sergei is an attack cat and he won’t hesitate to fuck you up enough that if you tried something, you wouldn’t be able to in the future.”

The groceries were put away as Enma eagerly played with the cat and his toys. He was in a world of his own as they played and tumbled together, as if he wasn’t the head of a Italian crime syndicate and killed hundreds of men to build the Shimon name. All he cared in that moment was making sure this cat was happy and that if the cat was happy, the Omegan owner would be happy too.

A chime sounded through the apartment, catching Enma’s attention. His partner was balancing her laptop in one hand as she waited for it to boot up and a cat toy in the other. Sergei saw his mistress holding the toy and bounded towards her.

Having her sit down next to him on her living room couch so close was blissful. Enma did everything he could to reign in his inner Alpha, as “a real mafia boss would keep his promise to his women”. Or so he remembered Tsuna imitating Reborn’s words.

“So this is what I had found since class,” she explained as she opened up Google Chrome and browsed through her bookmarked tabs. “I found a couple of scholarly journal articles on the topic and figured we could work from there. I also made an appointment with a librarian to help out and I’ll be meeting her the morning before class.”

Enma nodded as he followed along. He had work to do and his libido could wait. The inner Alpha grumbled, wanting to play with the Omega next to him but Enma forced it down as he pulled out his USB. “I think I have a couple of stuff I found to support some of your parts.”

She noticed him awkwardly holding up the USB. “Here,” she said as she placed the laptop in his lap. “I have a backup just in case this one breaks so let me go get it. Be right back.”

When she got back, the two went into full overdrive on their project. They spent the afternoon hashing out the details and putting together what they hopped their professor would mercifully find as acceptable. The Omega often got up to get drinks while Enma played with Sergei, spoiling the cat with his scratches and occasionally, when she wasn’t looking, sniffing his fur for her scent.

“Do you want to stay for dinner?”

They spent so much time working on and actually completing the project way ahead of time, that the afternoon became evening. The clock read quarter until eight and Enma was surprised to find himself extremely hungry. “If it’s not too much trouble?”

There was a snort of disbelief from the kitchen. “Nah, I wouldn’t be offering it if it was any trouble. Is chicken nuggets and ramen okay? It’ll be quick and easy since we lost track of time.”

“Yeah, whatever works for you.” Enma got off the couch when he didn’t receive any answer and walked towards the kitchen area. He was greeted by the sight of her standing in front of her freezer, a large bag of chicken nuggets in her hand. “Something wrong?”

That seemed to snap her out of it and she slammed the door close. “Oh, nothing. It’s just, you know, I figured…”

Enma pursed his lips. “Go on?”

She turned quickly towards him, her hair flying and briefly exposing her bare neck to him and her scent hitting him full force. He sucked in a deep breath as she continued. “Well, you’re kind of rich, Enma. Everyone knows it by the way you dress and talk sometimes. I figured chicken nuggets and ramen is kind of… beneath you?”

Was that her worry? Enma laughed as he placed his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them with his thumbs. “Chicken nuggets and ramen is fine. If anything, they’re comfort food. Besides, it’s not like I’m on a diet or anything.”

Smiling, the Omega shrugged his hands off her shoulders before tossing the nuggets on a foiled metal tray. “I’ll make fancy ramen with sausages and real carrots and egg, how about that?” She arranged the nuggets around to make enough space for maximum nuggets to fit.

The Alpha rested his chin on her head, trying not to be too obvious in his scenting and smelling of the woman. “You’re kind of short so you’re the perfect chin rest.”

“Fuck off you tall Alpha freak,” she laughed as she jokingly nodded her head to dislodge his balance. “Go get some veggie and eggs from the fridge for the ramen.” Satisfied with the nugget placement, she zipped the bag closed and preheated the oven.

Enma caught the bag of nuggets tossed at him and threw it into the freezer before grabbing the carrots, sausages, and egg carton from the refrigerator. He was surprised with the domesticity of the situation and wanted nothing to break this moment at all.

Seeing as how he didn’t knock on wood at that thought, Enma’s cell phone began to ring. The ringtone playing told him it was Aldeheid calling and sighed as he walked towards his phone on the coffee table. “I might have to rain check on the dinner.”

“Curfew,” she asked over the sounds of her chopping the sausages on a cutting board.

“Yeah. Hey, listen, I’ll keep working to see if I can add any more stuff on my end so let’s plan on meeting up again next week for lunch before class.”

She emerged from the kitchen, her knife still in hand. “Okay, I’ll do the same. Do you want me to walk you out?”

“Nah, I’m fine. Thanks.” Enma made his way towards the apartment door, giving Sergei one last scratch before turning the know.

The Omega waved goodbye with the knife in her hand. “See you later, Enma.”

“Bye,” Enma laughed as he closed the door behind him. He didn’t want to leave the apartment full of that mouth watering scent but he also didn’t want to die before sampling the origins of the scent.

Now, how to make her his?

anonymous asked:

Yo I was reading a fic and forgot to check archive warnings and then lance died in this fic and I had a heart attack and had to quickly exit the fic and now I’m SAD

oh no!! here, have some sappy as shit lovey-dovey lance from my nanovel to (hopefully) cheer you up!

Lance has been in love exactly once in his whole life. Sure, he’s felt like he was in love several times, but the real thing? Oh, hell no. Somehow, despite centering his entire life around finding and keeping love, he’s only ever managed to actually love someone once.

He realizes perhaps a little belatedly that it’s probably due to this whole soul bond thing. And he realizes that if he’s meant to be with someone, then the universe will always find some way to make that a reality. And he realizes that he can’t exactly change his fate, although maybe he could talk to that Slav person that Keith keeps talking about and figure out how to get into another reality where things are different and his emotions aren’t bound by destiny.

But god, he really doesn’t want this whole realization to happen right now. And more than anything, he doesn’t want this whole thing to be centered around that one person he’s ever loved.

But there Keith is, and here Lance is, and the longer he stares, the more he realizes that he’s in love with this asshole.

He’s not even doing anything that particularly stands out.  Keith is just sitting there, reading some book (for once, it’s not a textbook, and Lance is pleasantly surprised), not really doing much of anything. But when he brushes a lock of hair behind his ear, his hand moving so fluidly and then grasping onto the end to tug at it before reluctantly letting go, Lance’s heart leaps into his throat.

When he reads something funny and giggles—yes, he fucking giggles—under his breath, so soft that Lance can barely hear it, his chest squeezes tight, his heart clenching as his face heats up.

When he finally looks up and acknowledges Lance’s presence again, his pretty dark eyes with unnatural purple specks in them gazing at him with open and unguarded innocence, Lance swears he’s forgotten how to breathe.

The realization that he’s in love with Keith comes with the affirmation that he’s never truly experienced love until this moment, and another realization that he has to rewrite his entire bank of knowledge about the concept of it.  Because everything he thought he knew, everything he had felt before, was all a lie.

Lance feels like a kid again, experiencing everything for the first time and being so completely enthralled by the world around him, and yes it is the world because everything except for Keith has melted away into nothingness and then it’s just him and Lance and nothing else, his entire world replaced by this one guy who was apparently made just for him and who he was made for.

God, that sounds so cheesy, but in this moment, as Lance feels his chest swell with unbridled affection, his inner child releasing his inhibitions as he looks at Keith with nothing but pure love, he doesn’t care.  He doesn’t even know the meaning of the word “cheesy” because all he can feel is genuine emotion cradled by soft desire and nothing more.

Watching the young boy, Aoba, for a while, Shinra said with a cool smile. 

“You‘re a lot like Orihara Izaya.”

“….Comparing me with that guy is quite unexpected.”
On hearing Orihara Izaya‘s name, Aoba‘s relaxed expression was gone, instead his face showed clear loathing.

Shinra found this reaction satisfying, and still wearing his cold smile he said.  “Yeah, I thought you would hate hearing Izaya‘s name so I especially said it. But not as I expected, you know of Izaya‘s business. Could it be, you’ve suffered from his actions before?”

“……Why would you think that?”

“Because the way you talk is exactly alike. It might be accidentally similar, I believe that you once dealt with him. Your essences are the same so consequently you‘re similar.”

“ ……This is a bit much. Not only the black rider, you also live with her and you know that guy?

Aoba didn‘t answer Shinra‘s earlier question, he simply kept asking his own questions with sharp eyes.

“Ah, because it‘s the same type of hate. You and Izaya are the same, the type that likes to play with the world. So if a guy exactly the same comes out, that‘d be no fun. For people like you guys, you absolutely wouldn’t share the world that you consider your own. For me, as long as my hand can hold onto Celty‘s, it‘s enough.“

“?…….” During the time in which Aoba was trying to figure out what Shinra meant and continue his questioning – 

He suddenly felt pain at his neck and finally understood Shinra‘s intention. He didn‘t know when he took it out, Shinra‘s hand held a sharp scalpel, and the peak of the scalpel pressed against Aoba‘s neck. 

If Shinra used a little more force, the scalpel would easily pierce through Aoba‘s neck and puncture an artery. 

“I‘ll give you a warning.”

Shinra‘s expression didn‘t change. Still wearing a disrespectful smile, like he wasn’t about to take someone‘s life. 

“I don‘t care whatever you and Izaya plan. But, if any of your actions destroy the content life that me and Celty have, then at that time we‘ll become irreconcilable enemies.”

Though his life always had occasions where he was in danger – Aoba has long ago not shown any fear, he simply gazed neutrally at Shinra‘s smiling face. However, it‘s wasn’t that he didn’t feel any fear; this could be seen as sweat coming from his forehead and hands. 

“I see, so the housemate and black rider have that kind of relationship.” In the middle of this tense atmosphere, a shadow appeared between the 2 people and forcefully separated them. 

“Stop, Shinra. It‘d be stupid to become a murderer over such a small matter.”

- Durarara!! Light Novel 8

cosmictransgenderradiation  asked:

I am autistic, one of my stims is pacing and spinning to my favorite music. But like, only REALLY special music. IDK how to explain it but there are only a few songs that I actually like doing it to, could you do Lucio finding out his s/o loves his music so much that they stim to it? (If I didn't explain correctly or you have more questions ask. I'm not the best with words thank you!)

If I got anything wrong please tell me!

  • He’s touched that his music is so special to you
  • Asks you if it’s specific songs of his that you do this to and if so which ones
  • Will probably write you a song that’s exactly to your liking once he finds out
  • He sort of thinks you might be a really good dancer after seeing you stim to his music
  • You have really good rhythm and pick up the beat expertly without even thinking about it
  • He asks you if you’ve ever taken dancing lessons before and if so did you enjoy them
  • He will teach you to dance if you like
  • Honestly??? He’s just really emotional that you chose his music out of all the music in the world
  • He’s curious about it too
  • He will ask if it’s something you look for in the beat or the rhythm or the lyrics
  • Or maybe it’s a specific sound or instrument?
  • He wants to know more
  • Do you have any other stims?
  • If you find his questions invasive or you start to get uncomfortable with him asking he will apologize and stop
  • He’s really glad you trusted him enough to let him know about this it makes him feel that much closer to you
  • He will also ask if it makes you uncomfortable for him to watch
  • He doesn’t like..sit there and stare at you but if it makes you self-conscious he will simply go about his business without bothering you
  • Basically he’s happy you trust him, happy his music means so much to you and supportive of you 100%

listen, i know the first one wasn’t originally meant to be vitya. i know.

but….. kubo did repost the picture and mentioned that looking at it now, it does make her think of young vitya….. and now she’s drawn this new gorgeous official art where vitya is wearing the same exact coat and the setting seems pretty damn similar?? however, the feeling of the picture is completely different. the first one has a very melancholic and lonely feel, while the other feels nice and warm even though they’re both set in the middle of winter. just look at vitya’s face! look at that smile! he’s so happy?? and he has every reason to be happy: yuuri is right there next to him holding onto his arm and yurio is with them and vitya isn’t alone anymore and he’s found his passion for skating again!

but what gets to me the most is the fact that the new official art is titled “winter fantasy”! i’d say it sounds like exactly the kind of thing young vitya might be dreaming of in the first picture and boy does that thought make me happy and hurt me all at once


“The thing about Joan I keep coming back to is the incredible weight she carried from childhood, the terrible abuse, poverty and a mother who never wanted her. She carried this incredible sorrow. From there, she climbed to the top. Her ambition was monumental. MGM taught her how to walk, how to talk- there’s this Mid-Atlantic upper-class accent- and yet there are moments when you see it all fall away.” -Jessica Lange

“…very disturbing childhood, raised by a tyrant of a mother who whipped her causing bleeding welts across her legs…young Joan’s father had abandoned the family. Her brother Hal showed no sympathy for her. Her mother’s second husband Mr.Henry Cassin was kind to her, but he also left the family. Sent to a catholic boarding school, St. Agnes, she worked at waiting on tables because her mother could not afford tuition. Finishing her curriculum at St Agnes, her mother found her Rockingham Academy, in Kansas, who took her on as a pupil in exchange for her cleaning fourteen rooms of the mansion, scrubbing toilets, bathing the young children and tucking them in bed. She got five hours sleep on average. Life was hard at the academy as the principal would also beat the child. She tried running away, but was returned and further beaten. Neither her home nor school allowed escape from beatings. While Joan was schooling, her mother had a new man installed at home and he too would beat Joan mercilessly…this was when she dreamed of becoming a professional dancer.” -Vince Voice

“She had a Dickinson childhood. She was abandoned by her father before she could even remember him, then her stepfather abandoned her. She was forced to go to work in schools at the age of nine, clean toilets, she was beaten by her mother, by sadistic school mistresses, she was treated as a third class citizen by the other students in those schools.” -Bob Thomas

I did exactly what the form told me to do.

As my username implies, I’m involved with the HR Department at work. Part of the more occasional administrative duties I do is processing Change of Details forms when people notify us of moving house, changing phone numbers, etc.

A few months ago a form was dropped off in our Out of Hours box with a Change of Address. Unfortunately, it was filled out poorly. The form only had the first name (Let’s say the name was Tom) of the employee and the new address. The form itself asks for Employee number, First & Last name and the Old & New address to make sure we’re updating the correct records.

Since the company I work for is a large one, just under 2,000 employees this is obviously not enough information to even know who dropped the form off. I checked our records and saw that we had eight current employees with that first name. Since the old address wasn’t specified I couldn’t even look up the addresses for those eight to figure out which one it was. Given my workload, I didn’t really have the capacity to go as far as checking the physical personnell files in the hope of comparing the handwriting, so I just set the form to the side and continued with more pressing work, like invoices. Eventually I decided to just keep the form in a folder on my desk so that if it was ever queried I had the evidence to show I couldn’t do anything with it.

About a month ago we did a mailout to certain staff to confirm and advise of some wage increases. As you may have guessed, our friend Tom was one of those affected. After he didn’t receive his letter, he came by the HR Office to complain.

$Tom: I never got the letter about my wage increase! What the hell?! I’m entitled to this! I want my increase! <rabble rabble rabble>
$Aech: Calm down, Tom. You definitely have a letter, I mail-merged them myself. I’ll do a reprint for you right now, if you like.
$Tom: Yeah, that’d be good
$Aech: *prints off another copy of his letter and hands it to him*
$Tom: Well that explains a lot, you lot never processed my change of address!
$Aech: (*Internal Ah-Ha! moment as I remember the Change of Address without any useful information*) Ohh, did you mean this one? (*I get it from my folder and show it to him*)
$Tom: Yeah, that’s the one! Why the hell haven’t you done anything with it?!
$Aech: Well, you’ve only put your first name here. We’ve got about eight Toms total, and there was no old address to be able to compare it to…
$Tom: Well someone should have told me!
$Aech: … How would we do that when we don’t know who filled this out?
$Tom: … Ugh, fine. I have to go back on duty now, I’ll drop another one off tonight.
$Aech: No worries. I’ll be sure to process it for you first thing tomorrow
$Tom: Whatever…
$Aech: (Internally: Fuck you too, buddy)

The next morning, sure enough there was a new form in the Out of Hours box. Complete with sarcastic underlining of his Employee number and name. As I update his details, I see that he’s put something under the ‘Preferred Name’ option. This is intended for people to have whatever name they prefer as their 'First’ name on things like the company directoy. Preferred name as in shortening Matthew to Matt, Kimberley to Kim or somebody with an 'International’ legal name preferring to go by an 'English’ name.

For the sake of this, we’ll pretend that Toms last name is Jones. Obviously, Tom Jones isn’t his real name. I just went with an alternative that’ll help this bit make sense. Tom had put his preferred name as 'Jonesy’. He has one of those last names that can become a nickname if you add ’-y’ to the end of it. Apparently that’s what his manager and others in his department call him.

Since Tom clearly wanted me to update all of his details correctly this time, I did exactly as he told me to do and entered 'Jonesy’ as his preferred name. Once the intranet updated overnight, the employee directory now knows him by his preferred name, showing him as Jonesy Jones.

About a week after that change took hold, his manager sent me a screencap of Jonesy and asked why it was showing him as Jonesy Jones. I sent him the scanned forms and the short version of the story, asking if he wanted me to change it back. He replied:

Well, you did exactly what he told you to do, its right there on the form. If he wants to change it back he can do another form. If he’s a smartass about it again let me know and I’ll take care of it.

The Social Stigma of Solitude

Oh, Chance-The-Rapper-Parody-Account, how I adore thee…

I love being alone.

Does that look sad written down?

It does.

But it’s not.

Last night I was listening to a podcast about a student who was struggling to “be normal” by partaking in her college’s nightlife, and I suddenly got flashbacks of the alienation I had felt in my twenties. I struggled to socialise in the same way that the rest of my peer group did and I had no idea why.

Until I read Susan Cain’s book, “Quiet”, I’d never thought anything about introversion. Based on what I’d read in mainstream media, extroverts were the cool party people and introverts were the shy weirdos. I didn’t self-identify as an introvert - I was lively and talkative! - but I liked spending large periods of time alone. Nonetheless, I wanted to be a social butterfly with lots of friends, spreading my wings all over town. Who wanted to be a loner? Nobody. Who actually was a loner? Me!

I hid my love of solitude for a long time, which, hilariously, made me more awkward and anti-social. I felt guilty for declining social invitations (as if my mere absence would be threatening the rest of humanity’s ability to have a great time). And society didn’t exactly encourage solitude - it seemed anti-human and anti-community - so, I often thought “what the hell is up with me?”. But as Susan Cain observes, “Introversion is not about being anti-social, it’s about being differently social”. She states that “Introverts prefer quiet, minimally stimulating environments, while extroverts need higher levels of stimulation to feel their best”. Reading her book made me feel less strange, and less alone. I realised that all the behaviours I felt awkward about were actually connected to preserving and generating energy in a different way to how extroverts do. This helped me to change how I structured my social and work life.

Illustration by Maxine Sarah

My Old Socialising Patterns

  1. Meet a friend for dinner once a week.
  2. Go on a complete rager every two weeks because I’d suddenly realise “Oh, I’m very lonely. I think I need other humans to feel human!”.
  3. Consume huge amounts of vodka.
  4. Probably be sick when I get home because I knew zero about moderation.
  5. Spend next day feeling elated and high off the sheer relief that I, Marina Diamandis, had survived a social event and could get back to the business of being alone.

(As you can imagine, I’m pretty relieved this is no longer my life).

I don’t think any of us are 100% introvert or extrovert; we all share traits from both sides of the spectrum. But the way in which we gain energy is the signifier. Extroverts get their energy from being with other people, whereas introverts recharge when they’re alone. According to Eysenck’s psychophysical-based theory, introverts experience higher levels of arousal in their brain, so they don’t seek or need the same levels of stimulation that extroverts do. Apparently, 30 - 50% of the are population classified as introverts, but because society favours extroverted traits, people adjust their behaviour accordingly. Extraversion has been rewarded somewhat in our culture so perhaps there is a healthy swing of the pendulum going on. Even so, there still seems to be a social stigma, or curiosity, about aloneness.

Since I was 21, I’ve gone on plenty of solo traveling trips. I never feel weird going for a swanky lunch by myself (though admittedly, this confidence has been hard won), and whenever I spot someone doing something on their own, I think “cool!”, but I also think “brave”. The bravery isn’t related to doing stuff on your own, it’s about defying the social expectations around you. The feeling that people may be looking at you, judging you, and casting assumptions about your “aloneness”. And I’m not here to say “being alone is the best!” because it’s not always, but sometimes doing trips on your own can teach you things about yourself that you wouldn’t find out if you’d gone with others. (Also, vice versa).

I’ve been a bit nervous about writing about this subject, as I imagined people might say “But you’re not an introvert. You’re a performer. A very talkative, energetic performer!”, to which I would reply, “Yes, but I spend most of my tours recharging alone in hotel rooms. Also - have you even heard my song ”Solitaire“?!”. If there is any kind of message in this post it’s to go with the flow of your natural tendencies instead of resisting them for the sake of social expectations. If I could have known more about introversion in my twenties I would have spared myself a lot of unnecessary anguish. Sometimes partying is exactly what we need, other times a night alone is more valuable.

Over the years I’ve tried to find some deep, dark underlying reason for this “unnatural” character trait but I’m happy to say there isn’t really one. The only reason I can find is an ingrained social attitude that regards solitude as strange, sad or lonely. For anyone reading this who struggles with any of the above, just know there are lots of other people who feel exactly like you. We’re all wired differently - and let me take a minute to thank God for my extrovert friends who introduce me to new people - otherwise I’d never meet anyone. Also, someone needs to set up an “Introverts Society” for crying out loud! Meetings can be held once a year (maximum. Via Skype. From the safety of our rooms.).

Share your experiences here.

Love, Marina

What is Determination?

Sounds weird but I bring you a theory that might be something you’ve never wondered before. It’s something I’ve been researching for a while and I had assumed things that were only farfetched theories until now… I think I’ve figured it out for the most part and I can actually call this a theory.

So… first you gotta ask yourself, does red mean DETERMINATION? It is true that it never defines red as determination, however it is heavily implied by all the times you save and die and it sends a message “You’re filled with determination”. But never once in the game it colors the word “Determination” with red. In the genocide route when we save after killing all monster in the area it says determination colored in red, but since this route is when chara is more active while interacting with all all the words said by them are colored red so that’s not something I felt I could use as a solid proof to say “yes red means determination”

This question led me to research for a line in game where the other souls are mentioned, how do we know the other colors like orange and blue for example, mean bravery and integrity? So I was remembered of the small ball game at snowdin, that’s where the answer’s gotta be.

To my surprise, only after winning every single one of the flags we get this message

This is where we can confirm what eacch color means. But… where’s the red?

This is the only message that we get after the definition of each trait

“Ball game”?? Determination is not a ball… much less a game… right?

Now… why exactly is that colored in red? What does it represent?

Going back a little, when you first encounter this ball game, when you approach the hole it gives us this message:

So now we have HOLE colored in red.

The reason of why it took me so long to realize what this meant, is because you have to think outside the box to figure it out in a way it made sense. And then the answer clicked insids my brain.

What if the combination of all traits, is what makes determination?

The text is implying that once the game is won, only then you can “win” the ball game and get the RED text. But you can only win the game by getting all other traits first. As the text mentions:

“Using these you were able to win at ‘Ball Game’ ” having the words “Ball game” colored in red.

Now let’s apply this in game.

The first time we play, we all mostly got a neutral ending, wether we screwed up the begining by killing a single frogit since we thought this was a normal rpg (like I did…) or by just not getting all the “dates” with papyrus, alphys and undyne.

Tecchnically the neutral ending is made to leave us, as players, unsatisfied, we want a better ending because we know monsters deserved better, we want them to be free, so we look for a way to make that happen.

Through our journey in the underground we make friends and have unforgettable experiences with monsters, ssometimes we get a neutral ending because we were kind but lacked integrity. Maybe we befriended everyons in our oath but forgot to persevere and missed alphys’ date… but… only, and ONLY after achieving all these dates and only after befriending everyone is that we can truly “win the game” getting our beloved pacifist ending.

Only after being patient with toriel at the start, only after being kind to the people we meet, only after being brave against undyne, only after having the inyegrity to spare flowey’ life after everything he did to us, we persevered through the underground trying to find a true ending something that we might have misses to give monsters the freedom they deserve because that’s what we think is FAIR, we want to bring them justice.

Only after all that we manage to face asriel dreemurr who is literally infinite times more powerful than us, and through our determination (both frisk’s and chara’s) we manage to get our pacifist ending.

This is where I was singing victory, like “YES I FIGURED IT OUT” but then I thought if this is supossed to represent the game and is supossed to imply that by getting all the traits in that we get determination… then what’s up with the genocide route…

There’s nothinng kind, or fair, or brave about the genocide route… so… how can determination be a combination of all traits.

This is where I was stuck for a long time, but I kept my theory and assuming I was right, if I was in the right track, I was clearly missing something. I just had to found what was it… and then I found it.

The FIRST time you get the red flag you get the rainbow text, as shown above, it defines that by gathering all traits you get determination and won the game.

But what happens when you get the RED flag a SECOND time… something different appears:

It doesn’t say like.. “DETERMINATION” in red with a definition. Of course, we already stated that determination was a combination of all traits, so what does this mean? And why only after the second time we get the rainbow text does it change?…

Well, this is the game’s way to represent our “true nature” we are, sadly, very curious, and usually after doing a pacifist route, we go to make a genocide one, or not only a genocide route but we go and experiment with the game, killing whatever quantity we feel like, getting to the end with a certain amount of LV to get a different line of text, we lose all consideration for the characters and just see them as a way to get a different line of text, not as our friends, but as tools.

So… this is where my speculation became theory:

Determination is both, a combination of all traits and the mere desire of being determined enough to get as many “red flags” or “endings” as possible so we can see all different lines of text we continue to being ourselves but not in a good way, we simply reveal our curious nature and desire for more.

Determination can be used for good or evil, but both count as determination wether it’s used to revive once and again and again only to get a different ending, or to refuse death and survive an attack with infinite stats. Though I have to say, the good kind of determination sounds more powerful to me.

Sure we get determination for the smallest littlest things but the TRUE determination that will allow us to make the impossible possible, is gained by either gathering all traits, or just having the desire of keep going forwards not taking into account your intentions

Don’t mind this just loving it ;;w;; 

The King of Hawkins Goes Soft

Summary: The reader helps chaperone the winter formal, which leads to a very eventful night involving the King of Hawkins. 

Word Count: 2648

Song Pairing: Talking in your Sleep- the romantics https://youtu.be/PtxiZItyYh8

authors note: kinda spoilers for season two? This also doesn’t 100% follow the plot! I had SO much fun writing this!! Let me know what you think!! (single mom Steve is the best Steve)

You smiled to yourself watching the event unfold. Steve was giving some version of a pep talk to Dustin before the winter formal, and you laughed as you saw the deal sealed with a handshake.

Dustin walked by you with a huge grin, “Hey (y/n)!”. He saluted you, and you saluted back matching his grin. You winked, “Good luck tonight soldier”.

By now Steve had parked his car, and was resting against the hood. You walked over to him, “What are you doing here? Hate to break it to ya but you’re a little too old-”.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest, laughing while shaking his head. He smiled, “I gotta keep an eye on the little shits”.

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The make-up sex for EXO was lit !! Can i request it for bts when requests are open ??


★one of the rare times he goes rough with you

★his fingers will tangle in your hair 

★and pull it so your neck is exposed  

★stopping you halfway through your rant 

★’let’s express another way’

★his lips will kiss all over your neck

★when you let him walk you back onto the sofa

★he’ll smile against the skin of your neck 

★your closed will be pulled off

★he’ll free himself 

★and pump his cock while watching you

★he’ll only touch you when beg for him

★he wouldn’t give you any time before he began to move

★his hips would be merciless

★he’d bury his face in your neck

★moans when you dig your nails into his shoulders

★watches your face when you cum

★’good girl/boy’

★he’ll paint your stomach with white ribbons

★after you’ve recovered

★he’ll help you up

★’wanna move to bed to cuddle?’


★he’ll pick you up

★and go wrap your both in the sheets

★will continue to kiss you until you fall asleep


★yoongi would smirk while watching you rant 

★’you hate me, huh?’ 

★’more than i can put into words’ 

★’then why don’t you show me?’ 

★he’ll take your hands 

★and pull you onto him 

★hips hips would roll up into yours

★if you spend too long kissing him

★he’ll whine into you

★’please Y/N’

★when his hands moved to attempt to pull you up 

★you knew exactly what he wanted

★but his punishment would be that he can’t touch you

★which will drive him mad

★his hands will come up to your hips several times while you ride him

★and each time  you stop

★making him groan and write beneath you

★’once more and i’ll finish myself off in the bathroom’

★he’ll end up grabbing handfuls of the sheets

★and squeezing his eyes closed 

★just so you’ll continue to fuck him

★when he’s about to cum

★he’ll look up to you with pleading eyes

★he likes being close to you when he cums

★and he’ll try holding it until you give in 

★which you won’t

★so he’s squirming under you trying to stop himself

★which is v cute

★picking up your pace will force him to cum

★when he feels you fall onto his chest

★his arms will wrap around you

★and he’ll press kisses to your head

★’do you really hate me?’

★’of course not’

★’thank god’


★makes it soft and loving member #1

★after you’ve both had your time to rant 

★you’ll stand in silence to calm 

★’did you get everything out?’

★’yeah, did you?’

★he’ll nod 

★and smile

★then take your hand

★and lead you to the bedroom  

★he’ll strip you both 


★’i love you’

★’i love you’


★he’ll bit down on his lip when slides into you

★he’ll stay still for a few moments 

★so you can both savour the feeling   

★slow but hard

★he’ll make you feel every bit of him

★his fingers will lock with yours

★your cooing to him when he buries his face in your neck is what pushes him over the edge

★he’ll stay close to you as you both pant

★then he’ll pull away to smile down at you

★his lil cheeks would have a red tint to them

★’wanna go again?’

★be prepared for many more rounds


★when you turned to leave to calm down

★he’d follow behind you 

★’don’t walk away from me’ 

★’don’t tell me what to do’ 

★he’ll push you into the door when you wouldn’t stop

★’i told you not to walk away from me’

★he’d growl in your ear

★while his body traps yours

★he’d lowly laugh in your ear when he feels your body relax

★’are you going to be good and start doing as i say? or do we have to do this the hard way?’

★at your silence

★he’d turn you to face him

★’i want an answer’

★’what if i don’t want to give you one?’

★he’ll raise a brow as he looks over your face

★he knew why you were being bratty 

★and he was going to tease you 

★before he’d pleasure you

★his hands would run all over your body

★stopping at your soft spots 

★he’ll make you think that he’ll make it about you

★but he’ll slowly move your hand to his crotch

★’you don’t get pleasure after disobeying’

★’i’m sorry’

★’are you?’

★your furious nodding makes him smirk

★’get on your knees and show me how sorry you are’   

★chuckles lowly as he watches you lower onto the floor

★the moment you’ve freed him 

★his hands are in your hair

★guiding your mouth to him

★he’ll fuck your mouth until he’s almost to his climax

★he’ll pull you up and turn you around

★quickly pulling away your bottoms

★will slide into you

★and pound you until he gets to his release

★he’ll decorate your lower back in his seed

★he doesn’t care if you cum

★not right now

★maybe later he’ll please you


★this is one of the rare moments he takes charge

★his eyes would glaze over while he watches you shout  

★he’ll grab your hand 

★and pull you so you’re laid in his lap 

★’i don’t appreciate you shouting at me’  

★his hand would rub the flesh of your rear 

★before he brought one down

★making you whimper

★he’ll spank you over your bottoms

★before he’d strip you 

★and continue

★after each slap

★his hand would run over the area to soothe it

★’tell me you’re sorry’

★his fingers will move to tease your entrance 

★his fingertips will brush over you

★’tell me you’re sorry and i’ll give you what you want’

★the second your apology leaves your lips

★he’ll push his fingers into you

★you bet your sweet peach he’s going to grin when he hears you moan

★his fingers would be slow at first

★slowly stretching you

★but when he hears you whine for more

★he’ll be merciless on you

★feeling you tighten around him makes him smirk

★’you want to cum?’


★’do it’

★he’ll keep thrusting until you’ve settled down

★’it isn’t over’

★he’ll help you stand and take you to the bedroom

★for a night full of pleasure  


★makes it soft and loving member #2

★make up sex with taehyung is v sweet tbh

★he hates when you fight 

★you hate when you fight 

★so when you’ve got all your aggression out 

★he’ll grab your hands

★lead you to the bedroom 

★lay you down

★and kiss all over you

★’let’s not fight again’

★he’ll be slow 

★taking his time to give each piece of our skin attention 

★he’ll only stop when you pull you up 

★to connect your lips

★he’ll shuffle out of his clothes

★and tease the ever living hell out of you

★’tell me you love me~’

★he’d hum while rubbing his head over your entrance 

★’you know i do’  

★he’d chuckle when you move your hips to him

★’i’m not moving until you tell me you love me’

★’i love you so much’

★he’ll grin down at you

★and finally push into you

★his eyes would never leave your face

★he’ll move slowly

★the smile would stay on his lips

★’you look so beautiful like this’ 

★when you tighten around him

★he’ll move to kiss at your neck 

★’cum for me, baby’

★this is when his pace would pick up 

★hips snapping into yours

★to give you the relief that you both needed

★he’ll growl yourname when he gets his release

★won’t move from you when you’re both done

★he’ll stay over you

★watching your face

★and smiling down at you

★’i love you’

★’i love you more’


★winds you up   

★bc he knows what it will lead to  

★and the angrier you are  

★the harder the sex will be  

★’what are you going to do if i don’t listen to you?’

★when you roll your eyes and turn to leave

★he’ll pull you to him

★and press his lips to yours

★’we both know walking away isn’t what you want to do’

★he’ll smirk against you

★while his hand began to tail over your body

★he’ll slowly lead you to the sofa

★and pull you so you’re straddling him

★his hips would move with yours

★’wouldn’t you rather be here than outside?’

★he’ll have a shit eating grin on his face

★when you start to ride him

★his hands will grip your waist

★’you can go faster than that’

★he’ll continue winding you up

★until your pace is driving the two of you insane

★he’ll arch his back up 

★and whine your name 

★holds you over him while you calm down

★’you’re really sexy when you’re mad at me’   

Loki Imagine - Kneel

This takes place during Odin’s sleep when Loki was king. Warning: Smut!

Originally posted by the-lokis-queen

Your P.O.V.

Something was going on here on Asgard. A bad feeling had taken place in me and I felt nervous without a reason. So I walked around the streets, eyeing everyone who walked past me. The people didn’t seem suspicious. Yes, some of them were a little tense but I wasn’t sure why. 

After walking around until it was dark, I was stopped by two royal guards. I saw the bright yellow of their capes and it caught my attention. ‘’King Loki needs to speak with you’’ One of them informed me which had surprised me. Not because Loki wanted to see me, we were great friends. I was surprised as they called him a king.

Out of shock I had been silent. Had Odin died? Was that the reason for my bad gut feeling?

I let the guards take me to the golden palace. As we walked there, I felt the knot in my stomach growing tighter. For the first time in a while, I was nervous to meet Loki. Was he alright? What the hell was happening behind the closed doors?

The throne room was only lit by flames as I finally made my way there. The guards stopped by their spots, allowing me to walk further inside by myself. I was a familiar face here, since both Thor and Loki had been my friends as we grew up. I had slowly become more attached to Loki and the last few times we’ve met, it had gotten quite heated, if that’s what you could describe it as.

I reached the throne, shocked as I saw absolutely no guards. My eyes directed at Loki who sat on the throne. My eyes widened by the sight. He was wearing his black and green suit, his golden head piece and he held a golden spear. I’d be lying if I said he didn’t look good up there.

‘‘I’ve been waiting for you, Y/N’‘ Loki broke the silence between us. He had a mischievous smile on his beautifully sculptured face. The way he spoke made my heart skip a beat. ‘‘King Loki’‘ I breathed out, enjoying the taste of the words in my mouth. Loki’s smile faded and suddenly he leaned against his big hand, looking at me very intensely. The dark look in his pretty emerald eyes sent shivers down my spine. 

‘‘Come closer’‘ He encouraged me and glanced at the steps on the throne. I licked my lips, suddenly finding them dry. Then I did as told, walking towards him slowly, taking cautious steps and looking at his face. He never told me to stop and I found myself almost right in front of me. I wasn’t sure what he was doing but I liked it. He made me feel like I was on an adventure by just looking in my direction. He filled my veins with adrenaline, giving me a pleasant rush.

‘‘Kneel’‘ Loki demanded sharply, making my knees weak. I never broke eye contact as I lowered myself in front of him, kneeling for my king. He seemed pleased as I obeyed him so well. Loki loved that about us. We had discovered new sides of each other lately as our friendship had developed to this intense relationship. I had learned that he was dominating and I was surprised as I realized how submissive I was. It was a perfect combo.

‘‘You’re such a good girl, Y/N’‘ He purred happily and touched my hair with his hand, almost like he was petting me. Judging by the smug look on his face, he knew exactly what he was doing to me. My underwear was most definitely getting soaked and I felt a familiar heat between my legs.

‘’Is there anything I could do for you, your majesty?’‘ I asked him with an innocent look on my face, teasing him on purpose. I looked at his face, nearly overwhelmed by his beauty. The flames in the room illuminated his features with an orange and golden glow. Loki looked absolutely majestic as he sat on Asgard’s throne.

His gentle touch turned rough as he grabbed my hair and pulled me closer to him. I put my hands on his knees so I wouldn’t lose my balance and it seemed like it was his plan as well. ‘’You have ignored me for the past few days, why?’’ Loki wanted to know, never letting go of me. His gorgeous eyes were locked with mine and I felt like I had to tell him the truth, like his look hypnotized me.

‘‘Oh’‘ My lips curved into a smirk. ‘‘I’m sorry, I’ve been busy’‘ I revealed as little as possible. Loki narrowed his eyes and hummed deeply, probably not believing me. I nearly gulped as he examined me so closely and it didn’t help the situation between my legs at all. He made me crave for his touch just like a fish needed water. 

‘‘Naughty girl, you’re lying’‘ Loki noticed, which was good. Partly, I wanted to be caught. He seemed darker than usual, like he had anger inside of him and he hadn’t gotten anything good to think about in a while. I batted my eyelashes at him innocently, hoping he’d take this situation further.

‘‘If your mouth can’t be honest, I’ll better put it into good use’‘ He got an idea that made my body tingle from excitement. He had total control over me but I fucking loved it. He knew me so well and I knew him which made everything even better. ‘‘Are you sure? Someone can walk in’‘ I whispered and looked around the gigantic area. No one was to be seen.

‘‘Let them’‘ Loki replied sternly and then grabbed my hand, placing it on his hard crotch. My eyes widened as I felt how damn hard he was, almost like he could barely contain himself anymore. Imperceptibly, I bit my lower lip. His dick was pulsing and I felt it through the material of his clothes. ‘‘Poor thing’‘ I teased and gave him a light, playful squeeze.

Loki took a deep breath and grabbed my hair tightly. ‘’No teasing’’ He growled deeply, almost like he got even hornier. I was more than happy to help the king out. So I pushed his robe aside so I could get better access to him. I began to pull down his black pants and Loki helped me by shifting slightly. I pulled down the luxurious fabrics until I could free his hard member.

I almost cursed as I saw his dick right in front of my face. Loki had a really long dick with the perfect thickness. His tip was rosy red and there was pre-cum there, making me eager immediately. ‘’Open up’’ Loki demanded, snapping me out of my thoughts. My mouth was watering by now and I was more than happy to part my lips for him.

Loki led my face closer to him and I took the tip of his member into my mouth, slowly giving him a lick to collect the pre-cum. It tasted salty and bitter in my mouth. My hand grabbed his shaft and I took more of him inside, deciding to be a tease and take things slowly. I watched as his facial expressions changed from the stern one to a more joyful look. He inhaled a sharp breath as I circled my tongue around him, knowing exactly what he liked.

‘‘God, you are so pretty down there, my queen’‘ He rasped almost quietly but it encouraged me to make him feel good. I bobbed my head a few times so I could tease his sensitive tip but soon I wanted to go further. I pushed my head even closer to him and hollowed my cheeks, causing Loki to grunt out in pleasure. It was like music to my ears.

Loki pushed himself inside me, hitting the back of my throat each time. I breathed through my nose because my mouth was absolutely full by his enormous length. It was quite obvious he was a God like creature. He was beyond perfect.

I made sure to hollow my cheeks as he fucked my face harshly. I gagged a few times but I managed to take it. Drool began to collect at the edges of my mouth and it slid down my jaw. ‘’Mmhmm’’ I hummed as his cock was deep in my mouth. The vibrations were something Loki adored. His beautiful, pinkish lips parted and he gasped in pure pleasure. He looked amazing as he felt good.

Loki’s raven black hair got messy and a strand fell on his face beautifully. His blue-green eyes turned dark like a stormy sea and his skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat, giving him a slight glow. I pulled myself away from his cock but I yanked him off with his hand, rubbing my thumb on his tip each time I reached it. I could feel thick veins underneath my touch and the pulsating sensation as well.

‘‘I love your cock so much’‘ I admitted dirtily. Then I stuck out my tongue and dragged it along his veins. ‘‘Shit, Y/N’‘ Loki moaned harshly as he looked down, never taking his eyes off of me. I gave him a naughty look before licking his balls, knowing exactly how sensitive he was there. As my hand worked on his shaft, my mouth buried between his legs and I happily licked his most sensitive places. I kissed his shaft a few times, slowly climbing back up to his tip.

As I got to up, I took him into my mouth once again. Loki held onto my hair tightly and it hurt just the tiniest bit but I liked it. I jerked him off as I sucked his tip, whirling my tongue around him and moaning just to be extra. ‘’I’m close’’ Loki warned me, almost too loudly. I let him push my face as down as he could although it made me gag. It filled me with deep lust and excitement.

I bobbed my head with his help and I focused hard on pleasing him. His dick twitched a few times and that’s when I knew he was on the verge of spilling his load in my mouth. So I pulled my head away and took him to his edge by using my hands. I opened my mouth up wide.

‘‘Y/N- holy..’‘ Loki tried to speak but he couldn’t focus on his words. Suddenly his body tensed and the grip on me got harsher. Hot sperm flew out of him and I tried hard to catch it all in my mouth. Once again, I got a warm, salty taste in my mouth. Most of his cum landed on my tongue but some spurted on my face. I made sure to pump out each drop before I took my hand away.

I wiped the hot cum off my face with my thumb and sucked it off. Loki watched intensely as I swallowed everything, leaving nothing to waste. My jaw hurt a little bit but it was worth it. Loki was catching his breath as he was coming down his high. His cheeks got a little bit of color and he looked relieved.

‘‘Delicious’‘ I purred happily and popped my lips. Loki looked at me warmly for a while, almost happily. ‘‘Come here, darling’‘ He told me and helped me on his lap. I smiled gladly as I sat on his legs, wrapping mine around him. Then I rested my head against his as our noses touched lightly.

Loki was cool although he was sweaty. I thought he just wanted me here to sit but he had other thoughts. As I placed my lips on his, his hand traveled underneath my silky dress. My breath hitched in my throat as his skilled, long fingers touched my heat through my thin, soaked panties.

Loki broke our kiss so he could speak. ‘’My, my, is my queen aroused?’’ Loki chuckled quietly, his breath landing on my lips. My cheeks heated and I nodded, desperate for his touch that never left me disappointed.

He teased me by stroking his fingers against my slit. I gulped and realized I had to hold onto something. So I grabbed him by his shoulders and prepared myself for what was to come. He used his other hand to grab my jaw so I had to face him. The stern look was back on his ridiculously handsome face.

The next thing I knew was that he pushed my underwear aside and he pressed his fingers against my needy clit. A shiver ran down my spine and a wave of please hit me. Loki circled his fingers swiftly, making me melt for him. I struggled to keep quiet in here. After all, if I’d moan as loudly as in his bedroom, the entire castle would be filled with echo.

Loki used his magic and suddenly his fingertips were ice cold. The sensation of the cold meeting my hotness was blissful. I bit my lower lip harshly, drawing blood as I struggled to shut up. ‘’Don’t fight it’’ Loki whispered and I realized how darkly he was looking at me. His eyes had a shadow and his smile was vicious in a good way.

Out of the blue, Loki slid two of his long fingers inside me. That’s when I couldn’t control myself anymore. A loud moan left mouth and it echoed. My eyes widened and I tried to cover my mouth with my own hands, only to realize I couldn’t move them. Something was around my wrists. I glanced at my hands and saw handcuffs attached to chains. Loki had totally planned this!

His fingers felt incredible inside of me, rubbing against my wet walls with just the amount of pressure I craved and a little more. ‘’Oh, fuck Loki!’’ I whimpered out in awe, rocking my hips in the rhythm of his fingers. ‘’That’s right, say it again. Let everyone know who makes you feel this good’’ He growled with a raspy voice, suddenly eager to make me scream out his name.

I was in ecstasy as his fingers sunk inside of me and then pulled out, only to hit the sweet spot again and again. I attempted to drown my moans but Loki did everything in his power to make me moan as loudly as possible. A few whimpers escaped past my lips and I began to breathe sharply.

The pleasure he gave me was simply overwhelming. Loki curved his fingers inside me, only adding pressure to the spot I loved. I could feel my arousal soaking his entire hand and probably his pants as well. ‘’Oh my..’’ I gasped and gulped, happy to feel the knot in my stomach forming.

‘‘Come on dear, scream’‘ Loki whispered into my ear which caused goosebumps to appear all over my body. ‘‘It feels so good’‘ I moaned to him, wanting more but I was afraid I’d cause the guards to run inside in worry. I most certainly didn’t want to alarm anyone.

‘‘You’re close, I can feel it. You’re getting tighter’‘ Loki told me darkly. I nodded and cursed a few words underneath my breath. My brain was overpowered by the amazing feeling. As Loki finger fucked me on the throne, my wetness became evident. I could hear how much I needed him.

A smile appeared on my face as I thought about this. It was a very dirty and naughty thing to do, on the throne. But the rush it gave me was astonishing. ‘’Come on’’ Loki growled and added pressure, causing me to flinch. I squeezed his shoulders hard and gritted my teeth together.

His cold fingers hit my sweet spot hard, sending such a strong sense of pleasure through me and each time, he pushed me closer to the edge. After a few moments, I let go and felt as my orgasm approached me like a gift.

My walls clenched around his fingers and suddenly, I grew overly sensitive. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I couldn’t think for a moment. ‘’Loki! Yes..oh fuck yes’’ I screamed out his name. He seemed pleased as he accomplished that and for a while, I didn’t mind at all. Loki pulled out his fingers but it didn’t stop there.

He rubbed my pulsing clit slowly, making my entire body tremble. I flinched a couple times and tears stung my eyes because it felt so fucking amazing. ‘’You’re so gorgeous when you cum’’ Loki let me know, his words messing with my brain ever more. I focused on his fingers that made me feel like a true Goddess.

He let me ride down my orgasm before he pulled back his fingers. Then he held me on his lap, allowing me to gather myself before he’d do anything else. A few warm tears rolled down my face but they were happy tears. Loki didn’t notice until I sniffled. It caught his attention quickly.

‘‘Are you alright?’‘ He pried seriously and made me face him. I cracked a smile and nodded. The powerful orgasm had knocked me over and I was exhausted. ‘‘I’m more than alright’‘ I giggled and that made him happy. ‘‘Good. I thought I had hurt you which would never be my intention’‘ He admitted quietly and petted my hair again. I loved this. Loki was never soft to others. He was rarely like this to me but these few moments always melted my heart.


Author’s Note: You’re welcome! I’m going to burn in hell for this but it’s worth it :)

For Once, Something Is Not Actually The Jedi’s Fault

A commenter on one of my fics said something that made me think of this, and now it’s bugging me.

I think the Star Wars fandom seriously underestimates, as a rule, exactly how huge a leap of logic “Palpatine is a Sith Lord” would realistically be, in-universe.

Like…there’s a reason “hiding in plain sight” is a thing. A shadowy figure operating on the fringes of the galaxy would actually be a lot easier to trace, a lot easier to identify. Sheev Palpatine is a public figure. It’s the same reason nobody assumes Clark Kent is Superman. They know who Clark Kent is! He’s got a paper trail, a tax record. He’s a reporter for a newspaper. Everyone knows who he is, where he comes from, his apartment’s address, and what he does all day. Nobody has any reason to suspect he’s secretly that alien in the red underpants who fights evil and punches meteors because they know damn well he’s a nerdy farm boy who burns Ramen. 

Palpatine’s an established figure in politics and has been for decades. He can’t be a Sith Lord because he’s right there in the public eye, passing legislation and dealing with beaurocracy and not waving a lightsaber or performing creepy Dark experiments. We know what Sith Lords do the same way we know what Superman does, and they certainly don’t complain about getting headaches from having to file form X1-138-FR629-B in triplicate with the mining guilds.

It’s Palpatine’s very establishment status that allows him to get away with being more active toward establishing the Sith empire. Because he’s just sort of always been there, when the Jedi begin looking for the source of this sudden darkness in the Force they don’t look at him. 

Why should they? When looking for the source of something that’s just recently come up, you look at what’s changed. Sheev Palpatine isn’t new. Sheev Palpatine has been there for ages, doing basically exactly what he’s doing now. 

Yeah, sure, Velorum being deposed and Palpatine being elected Chancellor is a change, but it was spurred by Amidala, and like. Padme is really, REALLY obviously not a Sith Lord. Furthermore even if they made the obvious connection between Palpatine being her advisor and the vote of no-confidence…that’s not actually an evil, suspicious move. The Senate screwed their planet over and they made the logical next step. He even makes a pretty damn convincing show of being somewhat pleasantly surprised to have been in the running, deflecting suspicion.

Even more importantly, that change, his election to Chancellor? That is not the turning point for the Dark Side growing in strength. By the beginning of Phantom Menace, the Council is already wary of the darkness in the Force. Palpatine’s election happens in the middle of that development, not as a clear turning point. There is no reason to draw a causal conclusion there; in fact, doing so would be profoundly poor reasoning.

I think it’s easy to go “but he’s so OBVIOUSLY EVIL” but that’s also a…really lazy take. The fact that Palpatine is evil is obvious to us, the audience. The prequels are PREQUELS, they assume that everyone watching them has at least seen enough of the OT to know that Senator Palpatine and Emperor Palpatine are, you know, the same fucking person. So the PT doesn’t waste our time or insult our intelligence by trying to be coy. “Palpatine was a Sith the WHOLE TIME!!!!” is not a twist. Trying to make it a twist would have been obnoxious. WE know he’s evil–but whenever he interacts with normal people, if you watch it without the whiny fanboy attitude of “UGH can’t they see he’s EVIL”

Palpatine’s harmless-old-man act is really, really good. Of course it’s fake, and it’s easy to think that’s obvious because, again, we know better. But when you remember that this guy has been a public figure for decades, has never visibly done anything outside the ordinary in that time, and is behaving exactly as one would expect a normal politician to behave…no, it’s not. It’s not obvious. It wouldn’t be obvious.

So can we stop with this? I swear to god y’all have never heard of dramatic irony in your damn lives.