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imnotsimpingyouare · 1 year

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UPPERMOONS' ROLE IN THE BEDROOM

NSFW Headcannons - Minors DNI

For Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Hantengu Clones

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I think it's so funny putting writing like this underneath some stupid meme or some shit. Like I can't even. Why is it so funny to me.

Also sorry but something about Gyokko is fishy to me so I'm replacing his little hand-having Muichiro-torturing ass with Kaigaku in the next bit.

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Muzan

This man is the demon king. I hope you're not expecting him to be nice with you, cuz you're wrong.

He's a dom.

And a bit of a sadist.

But how can you hate him for it? Especially when he looks like that.

I know this man LOVESS to have you under him for hours at a time. Like bro will not leave you alone until you physically cannot go anymore. At least he has the decency to listen to you when you safeword out.

He's evil, but not like... evil. Yk?

He especially loves to punish you when you do wrong. And getting a rise out of him is fairly easy, so one wrong step and you'll be over his lap until you can't even remember what you did to set him off.

Kokushibo

Kokushibo is a dom, but I can see him getting off to you trying your best to take control. He adores that you try so hard to prove your worth, but I think both of you know it's not gonna happen.

He loves to listen. Sometimes he becomes eerily quiet, lost in the sounds you're making while he's absolutely annihilating your poor cunt.

He's a huge fan of receiving also. Not that he won't eat you out whenever you ask, but I feel it would be..... uncomfortable for his lower pair of eyes?

LMFAO

Are they closed? Are they open? Can he even close them separately?

I'm sorry for bullying you Koku.

He can't get enough of seeing your head between his thighs, trying your best to take him all with that tiny human mouth of yours.

He's mean with punishments though. He's not easy to irritate like Muzan, but if you tease him too much you'll find yourself edged for hours, with only a 50/50 chance of getting to cum (depending on if you beg right). Moreover, he mainly thinks it's sad how his lovely little human has done something to upset him when your track record was so good.

Douma

Absolute sadist. Look at this devious fuck. He'll do anything to make you beg, anything to hear your beautiful voice beg him for more.

Oh he started soooo vanilla. Sweet nothings like "Are you okay, flower?" "I'm not hurting you, am I love?"

But one day he dug his claws in a little too hard, and your whine at that burning sensation..

🔒🔑 sadist UNLOCKED

From that moment on he made it a point to leave as many marks on you as possible. Bites, hickeys, scratches, anything that proved to everyone else that you are HIS. And ONLY HIS.

He'll even present you to his followers that way, proudly demonstrating that you've been "chosen by him to aid his spiritual work."

He reeeeeaaaaally needs to do a better job at knowing when to stop. Demons have unlimited stamina, and you feel so good around him, he'll only stop when he's noticed your moans have ceased, and you're passed out under him. WHY DID YOU EVEN CREATE A SAFEWORD.

It just feels so good, you know? You have to REALLY get his attention when you want him to stop, or so help me god he will get lost in it.

It's because of this that he is one of the best at aftercare. He'll clean you up, cuddle with you, do anything he can to appeal to his pitiful, fucked-out human.

Akaza

Look at him. You know him.

The most vanilla MF ever.

He's so gentle and sweet with you, taking his time on every little thing.

He prefers to have control over the pacing, and that's why he fits into the dom role. He doesn't like to go too fast, or graze over the most intimate parts of the act.

This man will die to give. Don't get me wrong, he'll take some good head any day of the week, but it can't compare to seeing your expression from between your legs when his tounge laps at your overstimulated clit.

He'd never tell you, he's your brave Akaza, but he's SO scared of hurting you in ANY way. He's always checking up on you, making sure his grip isn't too tight, he's not going too fast, you're properly prepared... ect.

He's the aftercare KING 👑

No one can match up to this man. He has cooked you FIVE STAR MEALS at the mere words "kinda want a snack"

He'll hold you in his arms and will NOT LET GO. FOR ANY REASON.

He's just so happy to be connected with his sweet little human. Can you blame him for that?

Sekido

Roughest dom to exist. He wants nothing more than to absolutely destroy you, what better way to release his anger? Not that he'll ever truly be not angry, anyway. But you help.

I feel like he's one for routine. He doesn't want to change things up, because why would he change something that's already so good.

Does not know how to be gentle with you. He BITES YOU. When he wants to KISS YOU.

Beware of the fucking dog. Man needs his own damn sign.

It all starts when you wear a skirt that's a LITTLE too short. You don't even notice. But he does. He notices.

One minute, you're making dinner, and the next moment, you're bent over the kitchen counter, taking it while he marks up your neck and shoulders.

From then on, he's unafraid to take you anywhere. In the forest. In a STRANGER'S(victim's) HOUSE. HE DOESN'T CARE.

As free-use as he is, he refuses to allow any one else to see you coming undone for him. He'll only take you if he knows there's a 0% chance of being walked in on. Not only will it turn him off, it'll make him so incredibly angry he'll rip off somebody's head.

#hopeitsnotyou

#wontevengettofinish

#dontwalkinhereurogi

Aizetsu

Boy is a switch. 100%

He just wants to be in you, he doesn't care who's doing the dominating.

He's loud.

Like, bb tries so hard not to make any noise, but how can he not, when you're bouncing on his cock like that?

Whines and whimpers all the way. I literally have not seen anyone deny this. It's a fact.

He can't handle when you talk dirty to him. It's like a spell. ESPECIALLY words of encouragement. He just wants to feel validated by you, poor guy. He's literally depression if depression was hot and if you wanted depression to fuck you over in another way than figuratively.

He loves to give you head as much as he loves receiving it. He wants to see you melt to his touch, he wants to know that he's the only one who can make you feel this way.

Aizetsu lives in fear of you yearning for one of the other clones instead. That's why his mission is to be as nice to you as possible. Not... *slow* nice, just *gentle* nice. He'll cuddle with you, he'll kiss you, he'll keep his cock in you for as long as he wants. Only when you're absolutely spent he'll be done with you.

Karaku

Man is the pleasure clone.

He knows EXACTLY how to get you off. It only takes one time for him to learn the ins and outs of your body.

He just wants you to feel as good as you can. He'll keep your legs pinned for hours, not caring when you tug his hair or beg him to stop. If you're not safewording, you can take more. That's his motto.

He'll cum where he wants, he'll fuck where he wants, in any position he wants, he's selflessly selfish, if you get the juxtaposition.

He loves to switch it up every now and then. If he has an idea you'll partake in, you're doing it. As long as it's with you, he's open to whatever.

Karaku is the king of teasing you. He's not going to let you cum until you're BEGGING. Like capital B Begging.

His favorite thing is to see you riding him. It makes him feel so good inside when he sees your legs shake. His poor little human can't even handle riding him. How sad is that? But he's not opposed to helping you.

Urogi

Bro goes absolutely wild. Like.. he cannot get enough of you after the first time.

So incredibly loud. Grunts, moans, yells, man has no shame and no fucks to give because his only fuck has already been spent on you.

He's sensitive on his back because no one ever puts their warm little human hands back there. No one can reach because of his massive fucking wings. So when you massage him, preen his wings, anything that involves your gentle touch on his back, AUTOMATIC HORNY.

He doesn't even know how to articulate when he's horny. The only thing he can think about is fucking. Literally you'll just be cuddling and he'll start undressing you, no warning.

#whatthefuck

He's really bad at pacing. Like.. he has no routine, no rhythm, no idea when he's gonna cum or how he's gonna get to that point. You've really gotta help him out on that.

I feel like Urogi would have a hard time prepping you because of his massive, razor sharp fucking talons. Like he went to do it after you told him "dude I can't just take your whole dick out of the blue" and realized for the first time that having talons may be inconvenient when trying to be intimate.

No worries though, he gets equally horny watching you stuff yourself with your own fingers, wanting to put his hands all over you, but knowing the real fun will come soon.

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cult-of-the-eye · 7 months

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Mag 81 A Guest for Mr Spider

FUCK FORMER HEAD ARCHIVIST

Wait I need to check the timelines - this was 2 days after leitner's death

New spooky music???

My man is so fucking dramatic I love him so much "grand of sand behind my eye" love the way he speaks

Yeah FUCK JURGEN LEITNER

Omg the greying hair is canon??

Child in the 90s makes him at most 27 GOD DAMN. I was imagining like mid 30s...can you imagine a fucking 27 yr old using words like "ilk" when talking to you

Oh shit he's an orphan poor guy

Yeah ok a lot of his personality seems to make sense if you realise he was raised by his grandma

You know those memes that are like people raised by their grandparents are exceptionally polite but in a brisk way, talk fancy and are super posh? Yeah that's him.

Getting such neurodivergent vibes

Yeah he sounds like a main character from the start Jesus Christ he's such a kid who got traumatised and then grows up to be a horror protagonist vibes

My First Leitner lol like kids had to be introduced to them at a young age like those my first toys

He's so funny I can just imagine him as an 8 yr old getting super like affronted at this like how dare my grandma think I am of subpar intelligence he's such a little bitch from the start

"The eponymous Mr spider" even talking about his childhood trauma he's busting out the vocabulary

Fuck that story actually kinda rattled me I had my hand over my mouth in shock for most of it

I think it was the bit where the horsefly brought his son and they were both crying that got me, I could definitely imagine it scaring an 8 yr old

The way it drags out as well, with the pages of the same scene it really heightens the suspense

Is his childhood bully someone we should keep track of?? Love how he says Michael probably cause he sees him as a bully lol

It's interesting how despite him bullying him (quite badly seeing as though he beat him up) he's still like yeah but he saved my life and that means he deserves to be remembered

My bro didn't save your life on purpose, he was just trying to make it worse and happened to come to a terrible fate cause of that

I guess underneath it all he was still a kid who watched someone die, knowing they'd get eaten by a fucking spider, he still held him in some regard

The way he specified the guy was his bully even after he was being eaten though lol

He was desperate to get the book back? That's a leitner thing I guess, the book makes you want to keep it so it can finish whatever it wanted to do to you

On my relisten (which I will do once I've finished the series I'm sure of it), I'll have to look out for any reaction of leitners name

I wonder why Jon didn't react more to Carlos vittery's statement, like it must've terrified him? I saw a post a while back explaining Jon's thoughts and IT WAS GENIUS it was like of course he doesn't react, he must be terrified that someone knew about his experience and somehow did this to mess with him or it was a joke and he can't let anyone know that the Head Archivist is not Good at This ugh it's so good I'll tag it if I can find it

AHHHHH HE REGRETS DISMISSING THE OTHER STATEMENTS AHHHHHH

HE FINALLY ADMITS THAT HE NEEDS HELP WE LOVE THIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT YES YOU FUCKING DO BITCH.

yeah at least he's right about Elias killing leitner

GEORGIE THE EX GIRLFIEND

ITS SO WEIRD TO SEE HIM ACTUALLY NICE TO SOMEONE WOW HIS VOICE CHANGES SLIGHTLY AS WELL HES LESS ACADEMIC

THE ADMIRAL

Awwww he's so cute with georgie

GHOST PODCAST GHOST PODCAST

THE WHAT THE GHOST T SHIRT IS CANON???? AHH THATS SO CUTE

Can he not go back to his own flat?? Did he bring all his clothes to the archive and then subsequently leave them there? Does he even have a flat??

God Georgie is so nice I would kill for her

It's so funny that an apparent supernatural cynic dated a ghost podcaster

WOW SEASON 3 OFF TO AN AMAZING START I CANT WAIT TO KEEP LISTENING IM GONNA TELL MY THERAPIST ABOUT THIS TOMORROW!!!

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #jarchivist #a guest for mr spider #the web #tma season 3 #georgie barker #tma georgie #jurgen leitner #what the ghost #the admiral

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stressedanime · 2 months

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read on ao3

Will was sitting on the couch mindlessly flicking through Netflix. He was sitting completely upright, his body full of tension that he had nowhere to put. Nico was late coming home and Will couldn’t help the cascade of worst case scenarios that were currently parading through his mind.

As always, he remembered too late that he and Nico shared each other’s locations, so Will could literally track his location live through his phone. His arms darted around on the couch for his phone, probably more frantically than was necessary.

Before he could even find his phone he heard the scrape of keys against the lock, and then the sound of the front door opening, announcing Nico’s arrival back home. Will didn’t waste a second before he jumped off the couch and headed to greet his partner.

Nico was standing near the entrance of the house when Will reached him, but before he could embrace him like he always did, Will stopped.

Nico had an expression on his face that was unfamiliar, and frankly jarring to see. He wore a sheepish smile, but his dark eyes were sparkling with… hope? He was also standing slightly hunched with his hands behind his back, obviously hiding something, which was even more concerning.

They stared at each other for a beat, and before Will could question what he was hiding, Nico spoke.

“Will, darling. You love me right?”

Will blinked at him. “Yes… of course I love you,” he said hesitantly. Nico nodded, and it looked like he gained a little bit of confidence as he stood up straighter.

“You love me and you would do anything for me?” Nico questioned again, and at this point Will’s mind was racing through a million different possibilities.

Will hesitated, his eyes darting to Nico’s arms that disappeared behind him. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“What do you have ?” Will shot back, taking a step towards him. Nico held his gaze for another second, before sighing and carefully bringing his hands out from behind him. It looked like he was holding a bunched up t-shirt.

Will frowned, not sure what was so remarkable about an old t-shirt that Nico had to confirm Will’s devotion to him. Then he saw movement. Will’s eyes widened, and he closed the distance between them, and lightly touched the edge of the shirt.

Swaddled gently inside was a baby opossum. Its little black eyes stared up at Will, its pink nose wiggling slightly as it sniffed the air.

Will glanced up at Nico and almost had to look away instantly. Nico was giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes he had ever seen grace Nico’s face. Even the time that he came across a listing for an extremely rare first edition Mythomagic set didn’t come close to the eyes he was currently giving Will.

As Will stared at his adorable expression, he already knew what Nico was going to ask, and Will wasn’t sure if he could say no.

“Can we keep ‘er?” Nico asked on cue, pouring every ounce of sweetness he could into his voice. Nico blinked and somehow made his eyes even bigger. Will thought that this was vaguely reminiscent of a scene in the animated Puss in Boots they had recently watched together.

Nico’s favourite animal was opossums. Will and Nico’s Instagram and Twitter DM’s were more or less filled with possum memes, or just pictures of possums with Nico lamenting over how cute they were. He had always joked to Will that if he was to ever own a pet it would be a possum, so Will had to admit it wasn’t really surprising that Nico took the opportunity to bring one home.

Already feeling his resolution crack he sighed, knowing one of them had to be the voice of reason. “Nico. It’s a baby. Did you steal it from its mother?”

“No!” Nico exclaimed in a half whisper. Will raised his eyebrows. “No, I would never. It’s mom-” Nico cut off and hesitated, looking down at the creature in his hands. He shifted so he was cradling it protectively against his chest instead of holding it out to Will. To Will’s surprise, when Nico met his eyes again, Nico’s face was pinched into an expression that Will recognized as Nico trying to hold back tears.

“Her mom was on the side of the road. She was the only one that was still alive,” Nico said quietly, the last words of his sentence barely a whisper. Nico’s eyes filled with tears, and in tandem Will’s heart filled with sympathy and he reached out to pull Nico into a hug, being careful of the possum in his arms. He gently rubbed Nico’s back, and whispered comforting words. After a little bit, he kissed the top of Nico’s head and pulled back, decidedly not mentioning the newly damp spot on the collar of his shirt.

“Okay, let's go sit down. We definitely can’t keep it forever, but we have it now. Let's go figure out what we can do.” Nico nodded, and gave Will a peck as he walked by him, whispering a small thank you .

Nico headed to the living room, and placed the baby possum on the coffee table. He kneeled in front of it, crossing his arms on the table and then resting his head on his arms. Nico fixed the possum with a look of pure adoration as it crawled out of the t-shirt, then headed towards where Nico was sitting.

Will stood for a moment, just studying Nico. It was rare that Nico looked so absolutely soft with his chronic case of resting bitch face. Will got to see the soft side of him more than anyone else, but seeing Nico being so tender with such a tiny little creature caused Will’s insides to melt into a gooey mess.

Will sat on the couch behind Nico, and Nico leaned back using Will’s leg as back support. Will threaded his fingers into Nico’s dark wavy hair, scratching lightly as his scalp. Nico let out a puff of air and relaxed into the feeling.

“First things first,” Will started as Nico reached out to lightly pet the possum between its ears. “What did you name it?”

“Heather,” Nico answered, faster than Will expected.

“Heather?” Will repeated back to him, and Nico nodded. “Why Heather?”

Nico wasn’t facing Will, but Will could tell he was blushing by the shade of pink that his ears turned. He mumbled something Will couldn’t hear, so Will leaned forward, prompting him to repeat himself.

“I named her after the possum from Over the Hedge. She was voiced by Avril Lavigne.”

Will let out a small laugh, not out of judgement but out of affection. “That’s cute babe, Heather sounds perfect.” At that Nico tilted his head back into Will’s lap and smiled at him. Will leaned down, the position was a bit awkward but he still managed to give Nico a chaste kiss.

Will sat up again and Nico turned his attention back to the coffee table. At this point Heather had crawled into Nico’s hand and curled up, closing her eyes. Nico cooed at her, shifting on his legs but being careful not to move his arm at all.

“Are you able to Google what we should do? I know we probably can’t keep her, but I want to make sure we do everything right.”

Will hummed in affirmation and started looking for his phone again. He finally found it on the side table beside his end of the couch. He googled ‘how to take care of a baby possum’ and started reading out the advice.

“Number one thing is to keep her warm, and have her in a dark place. It says to put some rags in a box for her to go in with some sort of heating. I think we have a shoe box somewhere that we can use, and we have that heating pad, so I’ll grab that in a bit.” Nico nodded, and gently placed Heather back into the t-shirt.

“What about food?” Nico asked quietly.

“It actually says not to feed her. We could feed her the wrong thing or she could eat something wrong and get it into her lungs. Most of these sources say just keep her warm and safe until we can contact a wildlife rehabilitator.”

Nico sighed, his shoulders slumping. “That makes sense.” He leaned his head down onto the table. “I don’t want to give you away to some stranger though,” Nico cooed at Heather, using his finger to scratch her head again.

They sat in comfortable silence for a couple moments, before Nico perked up.

“Wait. What am I saying. Frank’s literally a wildlife rehabilitator! He works at the zoo as a vet! ”

Will’s eyes widened. “Oh my god you’re right.”

Nico carefully picked up Heather again, and turned around to look at Will. “Do you think they’ll keep her, and let us visit?” he asked, tentative hope written across his face. Will leaned down and kissed the tip of his nose.

“I’m sure you can convince Frank. I think he’s still scared of you.”

Nico laughed at that, and then shook his head. “I really don’t get why. I was joking when I gave him the shovel talk when he and Hazel started dating.”

“Babe, you can be scary when you’re happy ,” Will said leaning in and looking Nico directly in the eyes. Nico scrunched his nose in disagreement, so Will continued. “Not to me though. There’s no way I can think of you as scary when you bring baby animals home and name them after cartoon characters.” Nico rolled his eyes in annoyance, but the smile on his face betrayed him.

Will lightly gripped Nico’s chin and pulled him close. He caught Nico in a deeper kiss than the others he had given him since he got home, and Will did his best to pour his absolute adoration for Nico into it.

After a couple of moments though he pulled away. He slapped his thighs before standing up. “C’mon, let’s go set up a box for Heather. We can call Frank in the morning.” Nico nodded and stood up next to him slowly so as to not jostle Heather. Before Will could walk away Nico leaned in and gave Will another short kiss.

“Thank you,” Nico whispered against Will’s lips. Will just smiled, and returned the kiss.

#babies first solangelo fic guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#i wrote this in 3 hours so if it isn't the best #deal wit it #i fully believe that nico di angelo would love possums ok. am i projecting? maybe. am i right? yes #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #tw mention of animal death #also krista if u see this no you DIDNT

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systemadministratorclu · 7 months

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Doom would about have a heart attack if she still had a heart, but seeing as she doesn't any longer she settles for rushing back and forth in a panic instead. Her brightly glowing yellow eyes go by in a blur as she tries to figure out what's wrong, why her skinny nerdy friend isn't breathing - or seems like he isn't breathing. How is she supposed to help him? She can't give him CPR - she has no air she can breathe into his lungs. She can do chest compressions, but, hell, she's too freaked out to remember how to do any of that so she starts yelling.

"HELLLLLP! SOMEONE HELP!"

And then back to Milo. "Okay, okay, you're okay, no reason to panic. We're not panicking here. Can you- Are you actually not breathing? Are you choking on something? You have one second to nod or shake your head and answer me before I start giving you abdominal thrusts and trust me, coming from me it's really gonna hurt, so are you choking?"

(From the flashback meme!)

@the-haunted-office

Milo didn't respond. He didn't even hear her. His eyes had a glazed, faraway look to them, almost like his body was here in the office, but his mind was somewhere else. He coughed weakly and a small word came out, a somewhat surprising one.

"Mama!" He gasped it out, another cough at the end.

Rourke raced through the office as soon as he heard Doom yelling. He actually dropped and slid across the floor to Milo's side.

"He's not choking, Doom. It's......it's his memory. In his mind, he's reliving something fom his past, and his body's reacting to it. He can actually still breathe, but he probablycouldn't during whatever he's reliving......which means.......I think I know exactly what memory it is. Can you find us someplace a bit more private than the hallway and I'll tell you? Please?" He carefully took Milo in his arms and followed her, talking to him as they went. Except he sounded almost like he was talking to a toddler or small child. But it seemed to work. Milo's body relaxed, and the gasping choking noises were replaced by soft sniffling sounds as he hid his face in Rourke's chest. Once Doom found them a room, he sat down with Milo against him, sniffling softly into Rourke's chest, and the ex-soldier could feel a wet spot growing on his shirt. He held him close and just let him, occasionally stroking his hair or rubbing his back. He looked back up to Doom.

"This......happens to him sometimes. He......he was three years old at the time. The train he was on with his parents derailed. Crashed and caught on fire. And the stretch of track was out in the country, so it took a while for help to get there. His parents could've lived, but.......they went back for Milo." Rourke knew the whole story, and told it easily, though his eyes filled with tears as he told it.

They had almost escaped when both realized their son was not with them, and both fought through the other frantic passengers, screaming their child's name as they did.

Milo had fallen when all the people started running. He'd tripped and lost his hold on his mama's hand, and now she was gone. And so were his glasses. He couldn't see, but he could feel how hot it was, smell the awful smoke that made him cough, hear the fading shouts of people and the roar of the flames. He tried to follow where he thought they'd gone, but something bright and hot fell down in front of him. He screamed and jumped backward.

"MAMA!! DADDY!!" He screamed. The heat and loud noise and brightness were so scary. He coughed more as he backed up against something dark and started to cry, occasionally screaming for his mama and daddy.

Then suddenly they were there. He couldn't see them, but he heard the voices, felt his mama pick him up and hug him tight. There was a loud noise and the child shrieked and hid his face against his mother.

"I'm scared, Mama! I can't see!" He cried.

"I know, sweetheart, you're alright now. Mama's here, Mama's got you, Milo." She was saying something to his daddy that he couldn't hear over his own crying (in fact, they were realizing they were trapped, as the way they'd come was blocked by flaming debris) They had tears of their own on their faces as they realized all three of them would likely die here. Milo continued to scream and cry, even as they found a space that miraculously was not burning. They pushed Milo as far into that space as they could, then shielded him with their bodies. They talked to him the whole time, saying how much they loved him, even as things got hotter, there was more smoke.

Then a sound of something large crashing down almost right on top of him. And suddenly his mama and daddy weren't talking to him anymore. They seemed to get heavier, like they were actually laying on top of him. But no matter what he did, they didn't respond, didn't get off him. The poor child didn'tknow they were dead. He was alone in the midst of a burning hell.

By some miracle, Milo was still alive when the fire was put out and someone found him. It was confirmed his parents had saved his life by shielding him as they had. The large piece of debris that killed them had missed hitting little Milo beneath them. Their final act had been one of love for their child.

When Rourke finished, Milo had settled, having cried himself to sleep in the other man's arms. As he usually did when this happened.

#I may have....okay I DID cry when imagining Milo's memory #You can see how that would mess him up pretty bad though.#cw: death #cw: fire

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scenetocause · 1 year

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hello my dearest emptyhalf do you have any horny thoughts about max and his slutty hairy thighs and lando's shirt a lil tight on his chest? if you wanted to share ❤️

this was all very slutty of them wasn't it. their medium phase is very slutty. i think they should do it! max is looking very hot lately and i know he has a complicated relationship(tm) to his body because don't we all but it is very nice, very cute! if i was an even less restrained person there would probably be omegaverse in his fictional self's near future for looking, ahem, breedable.

some ficlet. warning: undernegotiated polyamory/probably just cheating but whatever

"Mate" Max isn't even going to pretend he thinks what Lando's about to say should be on stream, glares at him as though Lando doesn't know perfectly well he's already muted his mic.

"You - those shorts. Did you always have - y'know, legs like... that."

"I have always had legs, yes, Bob." Max sighs. This is going to be - he had a feeling bringing Pietra was going to turn things chaotic but he'd been hoping Lando'd like her more if they spent a bit of time together.

It's not that he thinks Lando likes her any less or that it's been totally unsuccessful getting them to speak to each other. It's just that Lando likes Max so much he can't act normal about it and Max had been promising he wasn't going to - like, he's not under the illusion this is ok, really but also it's Lando and if only they could've coordinated being single better maybe-

Ok, stop that thought. He's not having that thought. But this is a lot more complicated than he was expecting it to be, mostly because of the simple truth that Lando wants to get in his pants and Max wants him to.

"They're, hmm." Lando chews his own thumb for a moment. "Very nice."

"Thanks, Bob." He doesn't dare look round, having averted his eyes to the screen while Lando was still gnawing at whatever this is. "Can you help me set this up?"

Giving Lando things to do for Max always seems to focus him, bring him back from whatever alternate universe he was getting close to touching. It's just that it also gives him an excuse to touch Max, which gets very dangerously close to groping Max's tits on camera and they might be muted but this isn't a good idea.

He knew he shouldn't have worn the McLaren shirt. Except that he did, precisely so this would happen and he could blame it on Lando being a gremlin instead of Max wanting.

"Bob," he says it quietly, catching sight of himself in his own camera for a second and nearly squirming. His lips look kiss-swollen even though - he swears - they haven't been and he's got this look he remembers from Pietra's bedroom with the mirror wardrobe.

Lando is grinning, the sharp-teeth one that's particularly unhinged and always makes Max feel like something good's about to happen. Like feeling out a car that you know is going to be good for pole. Like lightning on the horizon. Like they're gonna order Domino's to the Woking house and then get each other off on the big, stupid, grey sofa.

It takes him slightly too long to refocus, has absolutely no idea what track or race or anything he's about to be doing and it's guaranteed to be a mess anyway. He can't think about iRacing when his brain's running away with reasons it'd be fine to just stay up late with Lando tonight, get some them-time to do man things.

Just normal things. Innocent things, as the meme goes.

Lando trails his stupid, long fingers down the back of Max's neck, stroking behind his ears and he shivers involuntarily, has to rearrange in the seat only to settle right back to where Lando can touch him. Like he does with everything.

#emptyhalf fic

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glorified-red · 10 months

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What do you think about people who enjoy fandom surface? Like, knowing enough to laugh at memes, appreciating fanart, reading fanfics about characters they like, etc. But don't really know many details?

Fun question, and surprisingly controversial for some reason

Honestly, I think that's the purest form of fandom engagement and it should be protected at all costs. I have fully read fanfics over 100k words with no idea who the characters were and read it just like a regular novel. I remember telling the author that and it blew their mind that someone could enjoy their work not from a fandom lens, but from a creative one. I enjoyed the fic because the writing was phenomenal AND I got to support them.

I reblog art all the time with no clue who they are. I go to conventions and buy art from booths having no fucking idea who is drawn. I even talked to my favorite artist and admitted I was worried about buying some of their art because I knew it was Genshin Impact and I've never played it, let alone know anything about it.

Seeing the gradual sadness in her eyes was something I will never forget. I bought every Genshin Impact print she sold and to this day, it is the most gorgeous art I own. I treated it as nothing more than art, because at the end of the day that's what it is. I got to support that small artist and that's more than enough of a reason for me to buy it.

Heck, I never would've gotten this deep into the Batfam if I hadn't first started surface level. We all have to start somewhere. Plus, I think fandom is starting to get more and more gatekeep-y and it's really annoying to see.

Let people enjoy things!

Fandom only exists because of voluntary participation. If we keep gatekeeping it or shunning those who participate, fandom will slowly die out.

It's okay to be a surface level enjoyer. Hell, I go to concerts only knowing one song. I buy band tshirts from bands I only really like three songs they've ever made but those three songs bring me joy. I buy pop toys of characters I just think look cool.

Plus, conversation starters?? You know how fun it is to wear a shirt and have someone comment on it and then getting to learn from them a little bit? The "I love this song" and "I like this one! Listen to it sometime?"

The bonding is so pure. I think humans just love to love things for the sake of loving them and it's adorable.

Sometimes I get caught in the gatekeeper track of "wow, how dare you say you're a fan of you've never XYZ" but then I step back and realize how stupid that is.

Just let people enjoy things, fandom included. I went to a hockey game once?? Dude, that was the most fun I've ever had. Do I know ANYTHING about hockey or the teams playing? Absolutely not. Did I have a blast?? Hell yea.

We have the most fun in life when we stop giving a shit about other people's opinions. Just have fun, whatever that looks like for you.

And if that's knowing every single fact about one fandom and collecting everything there is to buy? Go ham, bud. I'll support it.

But if that's also reblogging a fic because the writing was cool, awesome! Sounds like a good read!

Just have fun :)

#asks

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SMG4 finds that, really, really badly, he wants to tear out the throat of his alternate version of him. He remembers about a week ago, when Lil Coding got sent to this place, he was ranting and raving for hours about this universe's version of him.

His heart felt so heavy as his son ranted on and on about this alternate version's attitude. And attitude he himself used to have, before.. the Reset.

He clenches his hands and exhales before, finally, pushing himself up and sitting on the couch. It draws attention to him immediately, with these other versions of his friends nearby, but SMG4 was surprised by how there was still no.. showgrounds castle.

Were things that different in this world?

"Hey, uh.. SMG4-" Meggy begins, approaching him with a warm smile, but he cuts her off.

"Glitchy." he corrects her with a sigh. "Just.. just call me Glitchy, please."

He stands up and rolls his shoulders, wincing. That was the last time he let Mario and Lil Coding team up when making weird memes.

He finally looks at the other version of himself, and he forces back a scowl. Don't judge someone until you've seen them yourself, Forum's voice rings in his mind, and he lets out a soft sigh.

"Two times in a week," the other SMG4 sighs before glaring at Mario. "Thanks a lot, Mario. You really can't go one day without doing some stupid, can you?"

"It's not his fault." Glitchy narrows his eyes at SMG4, and everyone jolts a bit at how sharp his voice is. "I haven't even explained how I got here and you're already blaming him?"

"He was being his typical self earlier and messing things up!" SMG4 shrugged. "Plus, add on his track record-"

"Track record has nothing to do with this." Glitchy cuts him off, and he has to mentally remind himself to breathe. "Don't go and assume shit all because Mario was being Mario, okay?"

It's quiet before he continues. "Anyway, the whole reason I ended up here is because my Mario and son ended up, uh.."

"Wait, son?" Mario interrupts him. He gasps. "Wait, you're that Glitchy?! Your son is the one who threw a piano at SMG4?"

"Mario!" Meggy glares. "Dude, come-"

"Yeah, Lil Coding is my son." Glitchy smiles warmly and nods. He doesn't care for the bewildered look Meggy gives him. "And that's what he grabbed that piano for? Jeez.."

Glitchy takes note of how everyone is looking at each other, confused. He knows that they're confused about why he isn't agitated with Mario's antics.

Speaking of Mario..

He walks over to the alternate version of his best friend and pats his shoulder, still smiling warmly. "And Lil Coding said that you were really nice to him. Thanks for that. He.. can have trouble in places he doesn't really recognize."

Mario beams at that, and Glitchy looks over at SMG4. "And.. sorry for the way he treated you. Lil Coding, I mean." He glances away with a shrug, heart clearly not there in the apology. "Absolutely no clue what got into him."

"It's alright." the alternate version of himself shrugs. "I'm used to it since I've been someone's friend for the past 12 years."

Glitchy doesn't miss that subtle dig at Mario. He used to do it, too. He knows.

He flexes his hands a bit to try and calm himself. No. Even if he wouldn't ever end up back here, it'd be wrong to start something. He needed to be calm, cool, and at the very least, sane.

He forgot how hard that was to do.

Glitchy found himself defending this different version of his friend over and over again over the course of the day. Each time Mario seemed to mess up something, typically because of something outside of his control, everyone would all too easily blame it on him.

It was exhausting, draining, and downright infuriating seeing the attitudes of these different friends.

But it also reminded him that this was them at one point. This was their day-to-day as well. Before the Reset, before Singularity, before everything.. this had been what they did. How they acted. How they treated their Mario.

How Glitchy had treated Mario.

He'd changed, and everyone had changed, for the better, thankfully. They stopped treating Mario like an idiot, a lazy moron, everything. They had apologized and grown.

These versions either hadn't realized it yet, or they needed a wake up call.

And as SMG4 snarkily said something towards Mario, Glitchy felt the final string in him snap, and he decided that he would be that wake up call.

"Well maybe," Glitchy sneers, stepping between Mario and SMG4, "if you just listened to him, for once in your life, you'd actually know what happened!"

"Know what happened?!" SMG4 demands, glaring. "All because he doesn't want to run his spaghetti store anymore and not make anymore food, he decided to throw a fit and-"

"He's never had this kind of responsibility before!" Glitchy snaps back. "And he didn't throw a fit, you idiot! He wasn't motivated! You and I both know damn well what it's like, not being motivated!"

He takes a step forward, and SMG4 takes a step back. "You feel like you can't do it, you feel the immense pressure on you, and you just can't gather the willpower to! I know we've both felt that, time and time and time again!"

"And yet here, you want to act like some self-righteous prick!" Glitchy spat, drawing everyone else's attention. "Have you forgotten that the whole reason Mario is even like this is because of you?!"

"I never wanted him to be like this-!" SMG4 tries to argue back.

"Oh, so what did you want?! Did you want an easy Avatar that you could oh-so easily record videos with and make memes out of?!" Glitchy demands. "Or do you want Mario to stop being himself when it was you who caused it!"

He couldn't stop himself. All of his self-loathing, his anger, his hate all directed towards himself began flowing out. He could barely hear himself over the pounding of his own heart. He was just too angry. Too furious.

He finally had a target for all of his loathing for how he treated Mario, and of course, that being was an alternate version of him.

"And another thing!" Glitchy shouts, voice cracking a bit. He doesn't care. "I bet you don't even know about the 'best friend award', huh?! Never stopped to ask Mario how he was after MAR10 Day, did you?!"

Everyone falls quiet and the only sound is Glitchy's pants from shouting.

SMG4 hesitates. "What.. award..?"

"Of course you didn't know." Glitchy laughs bitterly. "I mean, why would you? Too fucking focused on making a perfect video, and-"

"And I think that's enough!"

Glitchy jolts at the sudden hand on his shoulder, and he turns his head to see.. his SMG3. He can tell by the way the other Guardian is looking at him.

Glitchy exhalesband turns, already walking in the direction of the portal he knew his SMG3 came out of. "Okay."

"Dude.." his SMG3 sighs, following after him. He says nothing more, but Glitchy knows that his partner will have more to say.

"Fix your attitude," Glitchy warns his alternate self as he stands in front of the portal, "before you go through something that'll make you realize how much of a fucking dumbass you've been."

He strides through the portal, his SMG3 close behind.

"What the fuck was that?" Bob asks, raising his swords in a 'what the fuck' gesture as everyone watches the portal close.

The only answer was the soft howl of the wind.

#smg4 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #smg4 mario #smg4 meggy #meggy spletzer #!posts!#fanfiction: my writing!#idk it doesnt feel like my best.. but i do like it!

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jacenbren · 5 months

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2 tag memes

Got tagged in these by @dragonofeternal and I’m more than happy to play along!!

Current things tag meme

3 ships: Inumaki Toge/Okkotsu Yuuta; Legato Bluesummers/Millions Knives; Kai Smith/Zane Julien

Last song: Your Best American Girl by Mitski

Currently reading: the Jujutsu Kaisen manga. against my own better judgement.

Currently watching: working my way through rewatching Supernatural and Death Note. the former is a lot lamer than I remember and the latter is a lot goofier than I remember.

Last movie: Annihilation!! I love that movie and rewatch it from time to time, however I made the mistake of watching it while on a redeye to San Franciso and dozed off halfway through. had a nightmare of That Goddamn Bear chasing me. bad plan.

Currently consuming: fuck I forgot to eat breakfast today. I will make up for it by eating an entire box of cherry tomatoes.

Currently craving: I would kill for some donuts right about now lol

15 people 15 questions tag me

Are you named after anyone? Yes actually! My legal name is based on the name of a band my dad likes, and I stole my chosen name off of a character from the Star Wars EU.

When was the last time you cried? While I was traveling a week ago; I got really overstimulated and exhausted while off my ass on Nyquil and had a meltdown :(

Do you have kids? Nope I am nineteen and not at all mentally healthy enough to be emotionally there for a child. am currently hoping to remove the baby making bits asap.

What sports do you play/have you played? I ran cross-country for about seven years (all the way through both middle school and high school) and got my varsity letter my senior year! I also did track & field for a few years (my events were long jump and 100-meters) and to this day I still go on jogs during the summer.

Do you use sarcasm? I am very autistic so my ability to discern tone is. not great. apparently I use sarcasm a lot without meaning to lmao

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Probably their voice tbh

What’s your eye color? Blue. like apparently scarily blue. fucking satoru gojo dayglow freaky ass cerulean orbs.

Scary movies or happy endings? It wildly depends on the genre and my attachment to the characters. I'm much more of a psychological horror guy rather than an enjoyer of slasher films, so I definitely tend to prefer horror literature than movies. as for happy endings?? I definitely enjoy them when I'm looking for escapism, but unhappy/bittersweet endings definitely still have special a place in my heart.

Any talents? I'm really good at driving and I have perfect pitch!

Where were you born? Anchorage Alaska, born and raised :)

What are your hobbies? I'm a big writer, and I occasionally dabble in drawing. I'm really into Stardew Valley at the moment and I've racked up over 200 hours at this point in just one save file. I am falling hopelessly for Sebastian but I feel too guilty to divorce my current husband Elliot. help.

Do you have any pets? Yep, a cat named Ekko and a dog named George. No the dog isn't named after GeorgeNotFound. My dad named him after George Costanza from Seinfeld.

How tall are you? 5'6"

Favorite subject in school? I was always really into history and would meticulously take notes to the point where I could've probably taught the class myself. however autistic gifted kid burnout hit halfway through high school and I barely graduated after sleeping through most of my classes lmao.

Dream job? Any job where I can put some music on and just Do Tasks all day. I worked tourism over the summer (hated that job and I never want to go back) and spent half of it hiding in the back room putting stickers on merchandise. I Love Boring Menial Tasks.

anyway tagging @mellointheory @hecksee @apollos-boyfriend @setsuntamew @acewendino @wigglesforsquiggles @siryyeet @routeriver @versaphile @avitus-ostrander !! feel free to join in if you like; no pressure :D

#long post #tag game #jacen writes #jacen overshares

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crossbackpoke-check · 5 months

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15 questions + 15 friends (tagged by my beloveds @whitenikes & @acheronist 🥰💕 thank you thank you!!)

1. Are you named after anyone?

technically yes… i’m named after a character in a book but my mom has never been able to remember what book 🫡

2. When was the last time you cried?

i don’t usually log frequent crier miles but i definitely cried in december (??) watching the music video for “amelia” for a variety of reasons

3. Do you have kids?

nope! i do refer to my students as my kids sometimes on accident and have freaked out more than one person by saying “my kids” lmao

4. What sports do you play/have played?

currently i play rugby, although i grew up playing a lot of sports—i did volleyball, basketball, track, and danced competitively (which is probably the sport i miss the most)

5. Do you use sarcasm?

me? using sarcasm? never :) here i usually don’t because it doesn’t come across the same over text and irl it’s usually just with people i’m comfortable with and know will get it

6. What is the first thing you notice about someone?

oooo outfit maybe? voice? context dependent for sure

7. What’s your eye color?

legally, hazel. illegally, whatever color the nearest person to me says that they are at the time

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings :)

9. Any talents?

(insert the quinn hughes 😬 on the bench reaction meme please i’m trying ok!!)

i can bake pretty decently! athletic if that’s a talent? i would love to learn how to do more artsy things (got a crochet kit & paint with watercolor sometimes)

10. Where were you born?

michigan 🧤<- not a mitten but i’d show you where i’m from on it if i could

11. What are your hobbies?

reading, although i never have as much time to read as i want to (send me book recs please)… i count sports as a hobby and i just got a really pretty new puzzle! also, obviously, hockey.

12. Do you have any pets?

yes!!! i have a canary and a society finch (orville and duncan), a hypo corn snake (apollo! he has hearts on his head!), and two cats (john watson and effie). in the future i’d love to have a dog again, since i just lost him this past summer

13. How tall are you?

moritz seider (5’3”)

14. Favorite subject in school?

real hot girls speak german 💅 it’s either that or biology but i feel like that’s little bit of a cop out

15. Dream job?

re: the cop out above, dream job is working as a veterinarian for a zoo! so it makes sense i love biology lol

tagging @songsandswords @kj-op @hiding-from-reality-56 @catboy-mahura and anyone else who’d like to and hasn’t done it already!!

#liv in the replies #i don’t always do tag games because i am Shy but i am going to Make An Effort y’all i promise #assorted random comments:#the amount of googling i have done to try and figure out what book i was named after so i could read it… it’s a curse #you can have it in the tags because i didn’t want to put it in text but i am a SAP i will cry about/to medias a lot easier than my life #and generally i really only cry when i’m hormonal l m a o wish it weren’t so #i am a great lakes girlie now & forever midwest kids are doing alright. can’t imagine living somewhere w/o lakes although the ocean’d be ok #i did however make it a goal to read a book every day that i was on break and we did that!!! my other goal did not get accomplished #(finish a fic) because i was like oh i’ll have so much time!!! and then bam i worked like. 40h weeks lmao. every time :))))#hopefully today i’ll write though if i get everything figured out for [redacted] and i keep forgetting i still have tomorrow too #the most important part about my pets is that orville & duncan (birds) are questionably gay for each other :) &are EXACTLY like their names #me vs my anxiety that i am Bothering People when i tag them: FIGHT #please know if i didn’t tag you but you would’ve done this i love you with my entire heart i just got scared i would be bothering you 💕#but also like. tell me so i can tag you next time without fear because i love learning about my mutuals 🥺 y’all are the coolest #tag game

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lvllns · 2 years

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candescent

redacted asmr | damien x huxley. 3k words. tiny bit of angst, but mostly fluff and comfort. it's just the way that i am (i'm alive and it's bittersweet), chapter 1 of 3.

[read on ao3]

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Damien has been doing better, really he has, but there are still moments where his chest gets tight, eyes burning, and it’s all he can do to remember how to breathe.

This morning was one of those moments.

He woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air and clawing at the comforter. Kicking and flailing until he tumbled to the floor, blanket spinning through the air as his hip slammed against the hardwood, missing the rug entirely. He had groaned, muttered an extensive litany of colorful curses under his breath, and then plucked his phone off the nightstand. It was three in the morning. Damien had two options then. Attempt to get some more sleep so he doesn’t pass out at Huxley’s tonight when everyone gets together, or just start his day.

The park is empty this early, it always is. Damien knows this intimately. He’s lost track of how many days he’s started before five, pushing himself to his limits as he runs the path. Headphones in, music blasting, water bottle held so tight in his hand his fingers ache, he runs. It’s what he’s good at, the running. He likes it. Likes the way his lungs burn, how his head goes blissfully blank as his muscles ache. Sometimes, when he thinks he needs to stop, when his body protests so hard he expects to just drop on the concrete running path, he forces himself to go faster. Go farther. More, more, more. Erase the memories, the sounds.

It’s when everything hurts, when it all feels like an inferno, that Damien starts to feel like himself again.

It’s a process, he knows this. Some days are better than others, some are so bad it’s all he can do to crawl out of bed and exist. Most days start well before sunrise after the nightmares have choked the air from him and ripped the earth out beneath his feet.

There is, also, perhaps some misguided attempt to run his emotions out of him, Damien is aware enough to admit that. The earlier he’s out, the less chance he has of seeing Huxley, and it’s not that he doesn’t want to see Huxley, it’s just that being alone with Huxley is starting to make Damien fumble.

Damien doesn’t fumble.

Or, at least, he didn’t.

Fuck, maybe failing that one class did more damage than he thought.

The point is, he runs and runs and runs until his legs buckle and when the sun begins to snap the horizon in half, he staggers back to his apartment before Huxley can show up for his morning run. It’s just easier like this, for right now. Even if it makes Damien want to scream into a pillow because Huxley has never pushed, never done anything aside from asking once why Damien wasn’t there for their morning run, and when he had told Huxley he had run earlier, that had been it. Huxley had let it go. Hadn’t pushed for an explanation or anything, just accepted that Damien had changed his schedule around. Part of him wonders if Huxley thinks he’s avoiding him, which he kind of is, but…well. He really hopes Huxley doesn’t think that.

It takes four tries to get his key in his apartment door, his hands are shaking so bad from exhaustion, and he barely makes it inside before he collapses on the ground. Back to the wall, legs stretched out in front of him. The pain is grounding. Chest rising and falling, eyes closed. He’s going to feel this in his legs tomorrow, from his thighs down. When he checks his watch, he finds that he’s hit a new personal best, both in distance and mile time. He’s getting quicker, stronger. Next time…next time…

Damien doesn’t remember falling asleep on the floor in his running gear, but he did because he’s woken up by his phone going off. Rapid fire texts. Groaning, he swipes it open and sighs. The group chat, of course. Freelancer and Lasko are talking about food for tonight. Huxley sends the most ridiculous meme about pizza Damien has ever seen and fireflies take flight in his chest. They light up the darkest parts of him, illuminating places he’s kept hidden, and tickle his neck as they crawl up the inside of his throat.

Ever since the inversion, since all the shit they went through together, something has…shifted. Damien isn’t an idiot, he knows that he has a crush on Huxley, but he can’t tell if it’s reciprocated or not, so he keeps it to himself. Locks it away. Stuffs the fireflies in jars and shelves them.

And he runs.

And he avoids being alone with Huxley.

He locks his phone. Forces himself to his feet, and trudges to the bathroom to clean up. It’s later than he expected, and he needs to get ready to pick up Lasko and head to Huxley’s without being late this time.

Lasko talks the entire way to Huxley’s place. Damien welcomes it, welcomes the distraction. He’s thankful that Lasko is opening up, talking more about work. The question dodging still happens sometimes, but it’s slowing down. Damien asks about his day and Lasko responds, honestly, about what’s going on. What he’s doing. He offers his opinions and advice when Damien asks for them, and fuck, it starts to feel normal. It’s all starting to feel normal again, and there’s a little twinge in Damien’s chest.

He hangs back as they walk up to the door. Part of him wants Lasko to knock, to open it, but they don’t even get to that point before Gavin flings the door open and leans against the side dramatically.

“Lasko, Damien,” he says. “Get inside, Hux and Freelancer are out back.”

Damien smiles and it’s tight at the edges. Gavin cocks an eyebrow, head tilting to the left, but Damien waves him off. Not now. Preferably, not ever but he knows that won’t happen. Not when—

“Hey buddy!” Huxley’s voice cuts through his racing thoughts.

Lasko is already outside talking to Freelancer and when did that happen? Gavin squeezes his shoulder as he walks by, something flickering in his eyes that Damien thinks is concern. Or curiosity. He can’t really tell.

Damien blinks and Huxley is still grinning at him. “Hey, Hux.”

“Hugs?”

And how the fuck could Damien ever say no to that?

He nods, an actual, genuine smile cutting through the chaos of his emotions. “Yeah, Hux, please.”

“Fuck yeah dude.”

And then all Damien can smell is redwood. Evergreen. Dirt, soil, mud, clay. Crisp air, the kind that stings a little because it’s so clean. Huxley is warm, arms tight as he holds onto Damien, and Damien doesn’t even fight it. He melts. Presses his forehead against Huxley’s collarbone, wraps his arms around his waist, and just. Breathes. Eyes shut, hands clutching the fabric of Huxley’s tank top.

“Hey,” Huxley says, breath skating along the side of Damien’s face, “you okay?”

Damien shrugs. “Tired.”

One of Huxley’s hands—(big, broad, Damien cuts those thoughts off immediately)—starts drifting up and down Damien’s spine. “You wanna talk about it?”

Yes. “No.” Damien winces. “That was…curt. Sorry.”

“It’s fine bro, something is buggin’ you, I get it.”

Of course he does.

“I just. Maybe later. Tonight is supposed to be for fun and relaxation and not worrying about whatever bullshit won’t clear out of my head.”

“Damien.” Huxley steps back. Rests his hands on Damien’s shoulders and meets his gaze. “Don’t think you have to, like, put on a show for us. If you need to go chill, or, or even leave, don’t force yourself—“

“Huxley,” Damien says, so soft it’s barely a whisper, and he doesn’t miss the way Huxley’s eyes go a little wide. “I’m okay just…dealing with some shit. I don’t want to leave, I want to hang out with everyone.” He swallows. Flicks his eyes to the side to look out the back door. “I’ve missed you. Uh, all of you. Everyone.”

Fuck, Damien does fumble.

Huxley smiles, honest and wide, and his cheeks dimple. “I’ve missed you too dude, runs aren’t the same without you.”

Damien winces. “Ah, yeah, so—“

There’s a hand over his mouth.

He blinks.

“No apologizing, it’s all good.”

The palm against his skin is calloused but warm. Fingers light against his face and shit, shit, that’s the temperature kicking up.

He swallows. Steps back and paints a shaky smile on his face. “Thanks, Hux.”

“No worries.” Huxley throws an arm around Damien’s shoulders and really, honestly, he’s going to light something on fire at this rate. “Now come on, let’s go save Lasko from whatever Freelancer and Gavin are doin’ to him.”

“Oh shit.” Damien falls into step next to Huxley, trying desperately to ignore how good he feels pressed to his side, tucked under his arm. “We did leave them alone, didn’t we?”

They weave their way into the conversation easily. Freelancer throws themself at Damien when he says yes to more hugs, and then Gavin draws him into the topic at hand. Which Damien is hardly paying attention to because Huxley is standing to his right, arms folded over his chest, and it’s taking every single ounce of Damien’s willpower to not blatantly stare at his biceps and what the fuck does he do to get them looking like that?

He’s in the middle of talking with Freelancer about their classes coming up, the increased healing courses they’re taking, when the doorbell rings.

“Oh, that’s the food.” Huxley starts to move but Gavin places a hand on his forearm.

“I got it.” Then he looks directly at Damien. “Come help?”

A split second to consider if he can get out of this, and when he concludes that no, actually, he cannot, Damien nods. “Yeah, of course.”

He promises Freelancer to pick their conversation back up in a minute, and then he’s off. Into the house with Gavin. Who is an incubus.

It takes all of fifteen seconds before, “So, have you finally figured out you want to fuck Huxley?”

Damien sputters. Mouth opening and closing and he can’t get the words out to explain that he doesn’t want to fuck Huxley, except he really, really does but it’s more than that. It’s deeper. It’s everything he saw, the fear of almost losing Huxley, of almost dying, the way it kicked him out of the haze he’d been in. Realizing that he’s been slowly falling in love with one of his best friends and was too stubborn to admit it until everything was shattering to pieces around them. How would he bring that up now anyway? Everyone is healing, things are going back to how they were, and Damien is so scared to smash the window with the rock he’s holding.

“I don’t want to fuck Huxley,” Damien says. Even to his ears, it’s a weak lie.

Gavin levels him with a stare. “Hello, my name is Gavin, I’m an incubus which means—“

Damien shoves his shoulder. “Would you shut up and grab the pizzas?”

As he walks backwards towards the front door, he points at Damien. “This isn’t done.”

With a roll of his eyes, he grabs the stack of plates and napkins, fully intending to be back outside to avoid whatever talk is coming his way, but Gavin just fuckin rifts. With the food. One second Damien is about to leave the kitchen and the next Gavin is directly in front of him, pizza boxes in hand.

“Shit!” Damien almost drops everything he’s holding, barely managing to juggle it and keep it in his grasp. Frowning, he lifts his head to look at Gavin. “Can you fucking not?”

“Are you okay?”

Damien blinks. “What?”

“Don’t play with me, Damien.” Gavin sets the food on the counter. “I can sense the knots. You’re all tangled.” He pokes the middle of Damien’s chest. “What’s going on?”

Damien sets the plates and napkins back down and rubs a hand over his face. “I just haven’t been sleeping.” A heavy, weighted exhale. “My last therapy appointment got pushed back, and I tried to set one up with another therapist because I need to keep the weekly schedule but no luck, so I can’t talk to anyone until next week, and I’m just so fucking tired.” He laughs, rueful, and shakes his head. “I’m a mess right now.”

Gavin hums. “Nightmares?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Damien says. “Bad ones.”

“Freelancer gets them, hell, I do too.” He steps closer, propping his hip against the fridge. “The difference is I lean on them and they lean on me.”

“Are you telling me you want phone calls at one in the morning from now on?” Damien jokes weakly, giving him a lopsided, half-hearted grin.

Gavin scoffs. “Not me, not Freelancer. Not Lasko.” He grabs the pizzas. “Damien, you’re bright, but this is—“

“I don’t,” Damien grits out, “want to ruin things.”

“You won’t. Trust me.”

Gavin leaves him standing in the kitchen staring at the counter. He gives himself thirty seconds. Half of a minute. He counts down. Composes himself, and then takes everything outside. Gavin gives him shit about getting lost. Damien flips him off. Lasko and Freelancer make exaggerated shocked gasps in unison. Huxley bursts into laughter and Damien thinks it’s the sweetest sound he’s heard all week.

Damien replays that sound, the deep, rumbling laughter, over and over and over while he picks up all the dishes. He leaves everyone in the living room, cycling through Switch games like they aren’t all going to just play Smash again for the millionth time, and ducks into the kitchen.

A sense of calm washes over him. Bracing his forearms on the counter, he leans down until he can touch his forehead to the cool granite. It’s quiet in here. The sound of everyone bickering and laughing muted through the walls. He just needs a minute. A moment. Some time to ground himself because he knows he’s going to end up squished on the couch next to Huxley, and with the way he’s been reacting to Huxley’s touches all night, he doesn’t want to light the damn sofa on fire.

“Damien?”

Huxley’s voice cracks the silence.

Damien didn’t even sense him get close.

He shivers.

“Yeah?” Damien asks.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay dude?” Huxley stands next to him. All strength and warmth. Damien can’t help but tip his head in Huxley’s direction, a flower seeking the sun, cheek resting against the counter. “You’ve been…off tonight.” There’s a beat of hesitation and then, in a voice so small it breaks Damien’s heart, “Did I…do something because, like, if I did, could you please just tell me?”

“Hux, Hux, no.” Damien snaps his head up. Grabs Huxley by the bicep—(shit, he’s solid)—and sighs. “I haven’t been sleeping well, and my therapy appointments are all fucked right now, I’m just a bit of a mess. Temporarily.” Huxley frowns, face twisting, and Damien drops his hand back to his side. “I’m fine.”

“You’re such a shit liar, man.” Huxley groans. Tips his head back and rubs his hands over his face. “Fuckin’, you and Freelancer. You don’t want to burden anybody else so you never say shit until you’re cornered but, like, dude, we care about you.” Damien’s eyes sting. He shakes his head but Huxley’s fingers curl around his wrist before he can speak. “I care about you, Damien.”

He laughs, wet and tired. So, so tired. “Half the time I feel like I’m going to wake up and you’re not going to be on the other end of the phone,” he says, the admission loud in the quiet of the kitchen. Damien swallows. Looks up at Huxley, and inhales sharply at the intense look in his eyes. “I’m a mess, Hux. It’s bad right now and I don’t—”

Huxley sighs. Moves closer and holds his arms open.

Damien tumbles into them.

He clings to Huxley, hands fisted in his tank top and cheek pressed right over the center of his chest. Where Huxley’s heart beats steadily. Damien is swallowed up by the hug. Moved so close he isn’t sure where he begins and Huxley ends and he doesn’t fucking care. He doesn’t care. Huxley’s arms are strong and solid, and he smells like the forest they went camping in months ago. Like freedom and second chances and life.

“I think,” Huxley says softly, voice rumbling through his chest, “we’re all kind of a mess right now, dude.” He starts moving his hand up and down Damien’s back, and Damien leans into the touch. “But, like, I’m strong, man. You can lean on me when you need to, I’m not gonna, like, tip over or anything. I can handle it.”

“I don’t—”

“Damien, please.” Huxley catches his chin and tips his head back, meeting Damien’s eyes. “I’m here for you, I want to help, and like, if it’ll make you feel better, I promise to share what’s buggin’ me and shit too.” Huxley’s thumb drifts across Damien’s jaw before he drops his hand. Damien fights to breathe, to keep himself from bursting into flames or burning Huxley or lighting something on fire. He hardly hears Huxley when he asks, “Hey, are you busy tomorrow?”

“What?” Damien blinks, still looking up at Huxley. “Tomorrow?”

Huxley grins. “Yeah, dude. If you’re not busy, we should hang out. Just us. We haven’t done that in, like, weeks.” The corner of his mouth twitches like he’s fighting a frown and Damien wants to smooth the wrinkle forming between his brow away. “We can get lunch?”

“Yeah,” Damien says without even thinking about his schedule for tomorrow. “Yeah, I’m free. I’d love that, Hux.”

“Fuckin’ sweet,” Huxley says, eyes going bright. “I’ll pick you up at one?”

Damien arches a brow. “Do I get to know what you’re planning or is this a surprise?”

Laughter, bright, windchime laughter, and Damien’s heart catches in his chest. Stalling before kicking into overdrive as Huxley beams at him.

“You’ll know what’s up tomorrow.”

He snorts. Shakes his head and smiles. “Fine, keep your secrets.”

“Come on,” Huxley says as he squeezes Damien’s shoulder, “let’s go kick everyone’s asses at Smash.”

Damien follows him out of the kitchen feeling like every nerve in his body is on fire.

He’s never been so warm.

#redacted asmr #redacted damien #redacted huxley #writing tag #long post #me typing all my silly little tags:#anyway the second chapter is like half done so figured i may as well post this lmao #i'm gently holding them both #this kind of sort of turned into an exploration of both of their characters tbh #i love them tho that's what matters

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angelinthefire · 1 year

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(for the writing ask meme!) “If there’s anything…” he trails off, uselessly.

“I did it for you, y’know.”

Cas stops, and turns, confusion on his face.

“Did what?”

“Give up.” Dean says.

Staring into his whiskey.

“Pull the trigger.”

He looks up from his glass.

Looks Cas in the eye.

Says, sounding so tired,

“To bring you back.”

Cas remembers what it was like when the Lance of Michael pierced his guts. The liquifying burn of it.

“What?” he breathes.

This is worse.

Cas stares at Dean, waiting for a tell, a clue, as to why Dean would say that, why he would lie. But Dean just watches him steadily.

And with each passing second Cas feels himself fall to pieces.

With the weight.

The responsibility.

The blood that he didn’t know was on his hands.

Sam’s blood.

And Dean watches. Steady.

“You don’t mean that,” Cas says. Desperate.

“Do I look like I’m lying?”

Cas knows what Dean looks like when he lies. It’s not like this.

He looks resigned.

“No.” Cas steps forward. Shaking. Pleading. “No. Dean, you saved the world. Sam saved the world.”

The corner of Dean’s mouth curls up, as if he could actually laugh at this.

“Sam thought… ‘Hey if we’re gonna off ourselves to save everyone, we should make sure Chuck brings Cas back too.’”

Dean takes a sip of whiskey.

“Make sure we get our money’s worth.”

His eyes slide over Cas’ body. Something dark and dead in them.

Cas’ coat is still hanging over the chair in the den. Without it he feels exposed.

“The cherry on top.”

Dean shakes his head, gulps his liquor.

“He didn’t know,” he says, whisky burning in his voice. “The world coulda stayed gone if you weren’t in it.”

Dean lifts his gaze to look Cas in the eye again.

Like he’s waiting for something.

After days of getting nothing but distance, silence, and the occasional rebuke from Dean, there’s a part of Cas that thrills at the proof, the hard proof, that Dean cares about him.

And it makes Cas sick.

(this scene/conversation absolutely punched me in the gut and i'd love your commentary on it!!)

Regarding this meme:

Pick any passage of 500 words or less from any fanfic I’ve written, and stick that selection in my ask/fan mail. I will then give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what’s going on in the character’s heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you’d expect to find on a DVD commentary track.

About this fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38411026/chapters/95991652

Oooh, thank you for picking this one. Some of the heavy parts of this fic were, honestly, kind of upsetting/depressing to write, but some of them were fun, and this was one of the fun bits. It's the first of the tentpole scenes in the fic, that the rest of the story is strung out between.

It was really fun to just blindside Cas with this reveal. To take his whole self-sacrificing, steadfast approach to Dean and fuck with it. Stick him in the pear wiggler and torture him for a bit.

When I first started thinking about writing this fic, the first big question was: how would Cas react to finding out that Dean killed Sam to get him back? There's a spectrum of denial-guilt-gratification that Cas could land on. I thought about it for a long time, and messaged some people on tumblr, and this is what I landed on. That Cas' immediate reaction is to believe what Dean says, and be overwhelmed with guilt [Sidebar 1: Sometimes I feel like my fics are arguing against that faction of Cas-interpretations where his sense of self-worth is in the negatives, and you wonder how he manages to maintain relationships at all, because he's so convinced that no one can care about him, etc etc.] and then he slips into denial as a way to deal with that guilt, and to avoid upsetting the status quo of his worldview too much. And then there is a little bit of gratification there, just for spice. Because it's interesting. Because Cas is not a perfect person, and he can have base reactions to things too.

And of course Dean is being self-destructive. He's being cruel to Cas, but in a way that he's expecting that cruelty to reflect back and hurt him. By tanking their friendship, or incurring Cas' anger, or something else. And, like, as I write in the next chapter, he does get a certain sense of satisfaction out of hurting Cas this way. It's a satisfaction that comes from getting something over with, getting it off his chest. And a satisfaction that comes from tossing aside a goal and not having to worry about it anymore -- from (he thinks) destroying Cas' opinion of him. Like, the central thesis of this fic is that Dean is not a fundamentally destructive/abusive person. He does absolutely do things that are cruel and that hurt people, but that comes from his own self-defeating tendencies, and he has it in him to change. [Sidebar 2: This fic is also an argument against certain interpretations of Dean]

This scene is also a bit of a meta-textual answer to the people who were arguing on the post that inspired the fic that Dean did not offer to kill Sam to get Cas back, that the point was to bring back everyone else in the world. My answer to that is that in the offer, Dean's life was negotiable, Sam's life was negotiable, but Cas' life was not. And that's the whole point. That emotionally, Dean was there to get Cas back. And technically, he killed Sam to save the world. But Dean knows where he was at emotionally, and that's what haunts him. That he wanted Cas back most of all. And that he killed his brother and got something that he wanted in return. That might not have technically been the trade, but that's the emotional truth of it. And that's what's fucking Dean up.

There was a comment or two that expressed surprise that this scene happened so early in the fic. But the central tension for the first 3/4th of the fic isn't about Dean revealing this to Cas. It's about Dean making himself understood to Cas. And it's about Dean giving up on trying to punish himself in the way that he'd doing here. Like, Cas keeps wondering why Dean tells him this, is it to hurt him, is it to blame him, etc. And then in chapter 9, Dean confirms that he did this for Cas, and he adds the last piece of vital information, that he loves Cas.

I spent a lot of time thinking about line breaks, lol. The frequent line breaks and short sentences/incomplete sentences both slow the eye down, and creates a sense of fragmentation. Which is part of communicating the vibe of the moment.

Another thing that I am always thinking about is having physical touchpoints to ground the scene. Sometimes you read stuff (not just fic), and it's like the characters are actors delivering lines on a blackbox stage. That's something I'm always trying to avoid. And once you start thinking about what's going on physically in a scene that opens up so many more possibilities for using action to punctuate a scene, or to create symbolism, or to set the mood. In this scene, the physicality is all with Dean, drinking his whiskey. And Cas is just standing there, absorbing this information, and the fact that he doesn't have any action, I think, also helps to make him feel kind of ungrounded, which reflects where he's at emotionally. At least, that's how I think of it when I visualize the scene.

And lastly, on the line "the cherry on top" and Cas feeling exposed. It was really, reallly important that through the whole first part of the fic, there was sexual tension between Dean and Cas. Like, they're both grieving, and incredibly fucked up, and just generally in a very dark place, AND they both desperately want to fuck. I think that was a really weird, fun energy to have.

#wanderingcas #spn #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #ask #iyb

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lorirwritesfanfic · 2 years

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Personal Favourite - Part 1: Kiss It Better

Author's note: I got this ask from @missameliep over six months ago, but an idea only came to me yesterday. Is it a coincidence since today is her birthday? Who knows... Happy birthday, my dearest! I hope you're having the best time today and I wish you a lifetime of joy, great gifts and wonderful stories to tell 🥳🎂❤ [Original characters are creations of this author. The others are owned by Pixelberry Studios]

Book: Desire & Decorum (modern day AU) Pairing: Prince Hamid x MC (Daphne) Rating: T Word count: 1141 Reading time: ~4 min Summary: The everyday routine might cause small disagreements. But even then Hamid knows why he always eager to come back home. Based on the prompt: OTP ask meme #6: What is their favourite feature of their partner’s?

Hamid placed his toothbrush into the holder and reached for the lip balm he was slowly getting attached to. At first, he often forgot to wear it and only had it on his lips if his partner applied it for him. But after that tiny product helped kept his lips hydrated during the driest season in Morocco, the balm became part of his everyday routine.

As he glanced in the mirror, he idly searched for the tiny cream jar only to be intercepted by Maya, who lightly bit one of his fingers.

"Kızım¹? Are you here because you want me to leave the water running or did you miss me?”

He smiled at the cat, who purred once he scratched under her chin.

“I know I haven't given you enough attention since I came back, prensesim². I promise we'll go for a walk and play tomorrow, okay?"

After a few more scratches, he put Maya on the floor and looked back at the counter.

"Now, where is it?"

He inspected the messy bathroom counter and shook his head. He wasn't the most organized person, but sharing a bathroom with Daphne could be a challenge sometimes. Whenever they went out, her process of getting ready included leaving a complete mess on the counter in a way it reminded him of the spare room they turned into a studio for her. For someone so worried about tidying up their home, chaos seemed to follow her once in a while.

Yet, he didn’t have the heart to argue about it. They hadn't been together for almost three weeks and because of jetlag, he barely remembered if they kissed since he spent most of the time sleeping after he arrived. It'd be a shame to deprive himself any longer of the lips he crossed oceans so many times to kiss again.

Trying to focus on his search, Hamid looked for the balm once again until he accidentally knocked down a few misplaced objects that unfortunately landed on one of his toes.

"Ow! Dalyarak!" He yelled and crouched down to check on his toe. Apparently, her spray pomade found the perfect angle to hit a toenail, which began to throb in pain.

Still not a reason to argue. But maybe kindly remind her of reorganizing the counter? Hm... She always gets annoyed with her own mess and rearranges everything anyway...

"Hamidciğim?" Daphne called from the bedroom.

"Yes?"

"Is everything alright in there?"

"It's fine!"

"Then who were you calling a dick swinger?"

He shook his head, but couldn't suppress a chuckle. It was hard to be mad when he could almost see her cheeky smile whenever she used the literal translation of such an offensive word. Either way, this wasn't a talk he wanted to have through the wall. So he ignored the chaos and returned to the bedroom.

As he approached her, he stopped in his tracks. Sitting by the vanity dresser, Daphne wore nothing but one of her sheer nightgowns. The ones she saved for whenever her plans for the night didn't include sleeping.

His eyes began to follow Daphne's ring finger brushing on her lips whilst she applied a balm. Over the years, Hamid often found himself ogling at her lips. But there was something about how they grew a bit fuller when she massaged them with her fingertips to moisturize them. Maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him. It was just a balm after all. Yet, he knew it had more to do with the effect those luscious peach-coloured lips had on him.

"Bir tanem?"

"Huh?"

"What happened in the bathroom?"

"Nothing... I knocked over some cosmetics and a hair spray fell on my foot."

“Which foot?”

“The left one.”

"Hm… That explains why Maya ran out of there as if she witnessed a paranormal activity. How is your foot?"

"It hurts, but I'll survive."

"Let me see it."

"Aşkım, you don’t have to—"

"Sit down and let me see it." She pointed to the bed imperatively.

His eyebrows went up in surprise. Judging by the tone in her voice, it was better to simply do as he was told. He then sat down and placed his foot on her lap.

In silence, Daphne looked down at his foot. Her fingers lingered over the small scar on his left ankle after the accident at the beginning of their relationship. Then she inspected his injured toenail.

“Your toe is getting swollen, but since you had no trouble walking, it probably isn’t broken.”

“I told you everything is fine.”

"I still had to see it for myself.” She answered with a shrug. “Anyway, I think a cold compress and a kiss will be enough, but I can see if we still have a pain relieving cream."

"I beg your pardon?"

“You know… Those creams people apply to avoid bruises.”

“I was talking about the kiss part.”

"Oh, that…” She looked at his foot again, avoiding his gaze. “My mum always told me it works. I thought it wouldn’t hurt to try."

“It certainly won’t.”

Daphne gazed back at him and they shared knowing looks and smiles.

"Very well. I'll take the kiss now."

“Okay.” With that, Daphne placed a kiss on his reddened toe. “There. Better?”

"You cannot be serious..."

"But that's how it works."

"No, it isn't!"

"Yes, it is!"

"It didn't work for me." He folded his arms, feigning annoyance.

"Alright, I'll get the ice pack then."

As she stood up, he held her back by the waist and pulled her into his lap.

"Will you stop with this nonsense and give me a real kiss?"

Her hand moved towards the nape of his neck their lips touched at last. Wasting no time, she parted her lips to deepen the kiss, guiding his tongue into their very own slow dance.

Once they pulled away just enough to catch their breath, he chuckled softly.

"What?"

"Are you wearing the lip balm you gave me?"

"Um…No?"

As he stared at her deadpan, she smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry… I don't know where I left mine."

"It's probably in the middle of the mess you left on the counter."

"Yeah..." She bit down her lip and looked away. "Sorry about your toe. And the mess. I’ll put everything back in the morning.”

“It’s okay, my dove,” he answered, lifting her hand to his lips.

“Should I get the ice pack?"

"Not now. You still have to make up for what you did."

"Are you sure? I thought you'd still be a little jetlagged."

"Which means you'll have to work a little harder this time, aşkım," he whispered.

Though she tried to look innocent, the lust in her eyes told him a different tale. "As you wish, my love."

Hamid then closed his eyes and revelled in the feeling of her lips and hands roaming down his body.

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¹ kızım: my girl/ my daughter

² prensesim: my princess

#choices fanfic #desire and decorum #prince hamid #hamid x mc #desire and decorum fanfic #desire & decorum modern day au #meant to be au #lorirwritesfanfic #lorircreates

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emptypassicn · 1 year

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@infernal-stars sent:

❝ How long had it been since he last spoke to Pip? Years now for sure. A tinge of guilt later in that evening as his mother scolded him for what he did started to lead to Damien avoiding the poor Brit who was more than deserving of an apology. And after all these years things have finally caught up to him. After all these years, they're in the same spot, staring each other down, or rather Damien staring him down and remembering all that he had done.

Glancing off to the side for a moment, his gaze turns to the nearest exit and back to Pip again, the normal calm expression he carried soon turned into nervousness. Tugging on the collar of his sweater, he's desperately scrambling to figure out how to word this. That is.. until the words spill out of his mouth, leaving his face a bright red from pure embarrassment.

"I'm sorry." Is the first out of many, it feels empty to him, like Pip deserves more than this. "F-for what I did as a kid. When I almost killed you. I.. I owe you an apology for that. I mean. I know it's been years and this won't change what I did. But I figured i've avoided approaching you enough over this.." { Damien @ Pip @infernal-stars } ❞

From ;; not an ask meme // plotted ask

It had been uncomfortable. Just going about his business in this dreadful little town and then seeing someone that looked like him. Then to only find out it was him, it truly had to be just his luck. Bad luck, that was. Pip did think himself a potentially notoriously unlucky sort of fellow with his grand track record of bad things happening to him. Though, this? This did feel he was being mocked by some outside force.

Because, of course, once he's resurfaced. Once he's decided to finally allow himself to begin acting normal, as if he hadn't been dead for basically a decade, he ends up meeting Damien Thorn himself once more. Someone who he'd once briefly considered one of his very few friends as a child, someone he'd been betrayed and almost killed by just in an attempt for the other to try to fit in with their peers.

And the look of discomfort laced with a bit of fear soon switched out to a look of surprise as the apology came out. One that actually addressed what wrong had done, at least partially.

“ You're sorry? ” He almost sounded bewildered.

Sure, apologies were something he hoped for in returning to the surface and being able to see those he once knew again. Did he expect to truly get any? Certainly not. Even less so from Damien. It left him genuinely speechless for a long moment as he hadn't a clue what else to even say to this.

Pip's hands were soon clenched into fists at his sides as he soon found his words again, purely out of a sense of anxiety and — honestly? — a bit of anger as well.

“ I can't... ” His eyes scanned the surrounding area briefly, looking anywhere but the embarrassed man before him. But he soon forced his gaze back onto Damien. “ I— I can accept that you're sorry and your apology is appreciated but... I cannot just forgive that. You... You betrayed me and you were no better than everyone else. You could have killed me. All just to please everyone else. ”

#south park tw #ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ.;; [ in character ]#ᴘʀᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ʙᴏʏ.;; [ Philip “Pip” Pirrip ]#[ ᴠ } ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏᴡɴ.;; [ South Park ]#ɪɴ ʟɪɴᴇ.;; [ queue ]

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Encounter (Part 3 - Apartment)

- Lee Seunghyub x female character

- nsfw / 18+ / minor dni

Seunghyub covered his face with one of the throw pillows on the sofa after his stripping scene in the drama ended. He couldn’t believe it actually happened. The agency finally decided that it was okay for him to do such a daring scene in a drama, on national tv nonetheless, and now all he could feel was embarrassment. He was never one to show off his body, at least not in public, so this was quite embarrassing for him. He wondered whether people will think he looked good. He heard the endless stream of message notifications on his phone and knew they would be from his band members, managers, family, and maybe some random friends talking about the scene. He didn’t want to read them because he didn’t feel like engaging in banter about his body, even though he knew he didn’t look so bad. He did suffer a lot to get that body. Although he is no longer on a strict diet as before, his body still pretty much looked the same, if not better according to the fans messages he read on fancafe because he no longer looked too skinny.

Seunghyub grabbed his phone as he was getting irritated by the stream of notifications that just won’t stop and scrolled through the messages. True enough his band members were making fun of him, sending gifs and memes they made from the scene. He replied that he sacrificed his modesty to get the band more fans and Hweseung sent a gif of him doing push up with the message “I don’t think girls watching this will be okay tonight.” Seunghyub laughed and sent Hweseung a meme he found on Twitter of his famous ‘kong’ gesture. He then closed the group chat and scroll through the messages, skipping most and answering some congratulatory and well wishes messages from his seniors. When he reached one particular name, he stopped in his track. ‘Lana’ he read the name. He hasn’t heard from her for awhile now.

“Hey you. I saw you on tv.” He read the message. Lana inserted a wink next to her message.

“Hey yourself. I hope I did okay.” He added a smiley. He saw Lana typing then stopped. After awhile he saw her typing again.

“You did great. And you look like a Greek god. Couldn’t help myself but do this.” Lana sent a picture after the message and he clicked on it. His breath hitched when he saw it was a photo of Lana’s hand disappearing inside the top of her lace panties. Seunghyub felt himself twitch.

“Shit. You need some help?” Seunghyub bit his lips, anticipating Lana’s reply.

“If you are not too busy. Or I’ll just pretend it’s you and your long fingers instead.” Lana sent another photo and Seunghyub quickly clicked on it. In it she had pushed her bra up and her breasts were out, and her fingers were pinching an erect nipple.

“Fuck. Come over NOW!” Seunghyub grunted and closed his eyes. All he could see are Lana’s perfect breasts and how she was getting herself off because of him. He heard a ‘ding’ sound and read Lana’s reply that she was on her way.

Seunghyub got up from the sofa and looked around his apartment. He started cleaning up the mess in his bedroom and the living room before doing some light exercises to get rid of his nerves. He hasn’t seen Lana for several months now. He also hasn’t been with anyone since the last time he was with her and this added on to the nervousness. After finishing his last rep of push ups Seunghyub sat on the sofa and his attention went to the drama on tv while waiting for Lana to arrive.

Lana had been to Seunghyub’s apartment once before. It was a few days after their meeting at his studio, she went over to hang out with him and it led to her staying the night. If she remembered correctly, he cooked her dinner and they talked for a while before ending up in the bedroom. After that both of them got busy with work and she didn’t get assigned to style N.Flying again so she hadn’t seen him since. But tonight, she realized just how much her body craved him after she watched him on television, and she decided to be bold and sent him that message. She didn’t expect him to invite her over. She thought they would just be sexting or he’ll send her some videos of himself to entertain her.

When she arrived in front of Seunghyub’s apartment, she took a deep breath before ringing the bell and almost immediately Seunghyub opened the door. They looked at each other and Seunghyub gave her a wide smile before stepping aside to let her in. He closed the door behind her and they stood in the foyer looking at each other awkwardly.

“Hi,” Lana said in a small voice while looking up at Seunghyub. She hasn’t seen him for so long but he still looked handsome as ever despite only wearing an old grey tshirt and sweatpants.

“Hi.” Seunghyub took Lana’s jacket and bag from her and hang it in the closet next to the door and ushered Lana into the living room.

Lana looked around the apartment seeing that nothing much has changed since the last time she was there. There was a new treadmill in front of the balcony which she guessed Seunghyub uses when he doesn’t have time to go to the gym but apart from that everything else was as she remembered. Lana decided to sit down on the sofa and Seunghyub went to sit next to her. His hands were in his lap, fidgeting with the hem of his tshirt.

“Oh fuck it.” Seunghyub heard Lana said before she moved over to him and straddled his lap. She held his face in her hands and tilted his chin upwards before she closed the gap between them and kissed his lips passionately. Seunghyub was taken aback by her sudden movements but quickly composed himself and returned the kiss.

Lana bite down on Seunghyub’s bottom lip gently making him grunt before pulling away and she looked at him with a smile. She leaned back a bit and pulled her sweater over her head exposing her bra covered breasts to him. She could see Seunghyub’s eyes turned darker looking at her breasts and he swallowed hard. She also felt him getting harder underneath her and the feeling of his manhood poking against her pussy was turning her on even more. Her hands moved to her back to unclasped her bra and once it was off, she took the straps down her shoulders and threw the garment to the side. Lana took Seunghyub’s giant hands and brought it up to cover her breasts. He started massaging her boobs, remembering how much he loved how they feel in his hands. Lana moved down to kiss him again and started rubbing herself against him as he played with her boobs.

“Can I take this off?” Lana asked Seunghyub tugging at his tshirt.

He removed his hands from her breasts and raised his hands above his head waiting for her to take it off. Seunghyub winked at her and both of them laughed as Lana pulled the tshirt off him. She threw it to the side when she finally got it off and went back to kissing Seunghyub’s lips. He felt like a drug that she was addicted to. Seunghyub’s hands hold on to her waist as her hips started moving against his too apparent boner. Lana’s hands roamed over his pecs before moving to caress his biceps and moving down to trace his abs. She left Seunghyub’s lips and trailed her kisses down his neck to his collarbone and stopped at the cluster of tiny moles on his chest before sucking the skin there. Seunghyub’s breath hitched and he groaned loudly. He wanted badly to just carry Lana to his bedroom or against the nearest wall and fuck her stupid, but he also loves the attention she was giving to his body right now. It has been a while since he last felt this turned on.

Lana stopped sucking his skin and licked the spot before continuing her kisses along the valley between his breasts. She teased his nipples with her tongue and she could hear Seunghyub’s breathing was becoming more erratic and his stomach contracting. She smiled as she kissed down his tout stomach and stopping her kisses just above his sweatpants. The tent in his pants was too apparent and Seunghyub was looking down at her in anticipation of what she will be doing next. She shifted herself off him before kneeling in between his legs and placed her hands on his waistband. She looked up at him asking for permission and Seunghyub lifted himself up slightly to allow her to take off his pants and boxers. His penis sprung out and hit against his flat stomach once it was free from his pants and when his pants pooled at his feet, Seunghyub removed them and kicked them to the side. Lana looked at the man who was sitting naked in front of her and she couldn’t wait to taste him. He looked even better than she remembered and know it was due to all the diet and training he did for the drama. She felt her mouth turned dry as she looked at Seunghyub erect penis now already leaking pre cum and waited no further before gently licking the top of its head.

Seunghyub let out a loud growl when he felt her tongue swirled around his head and through hooded eyes, he saw Lana spitting on his penis to get enough lube before she moved her hand over his entire length. He started feeling himself unravelling when she slowly lowered her mouth on him and took him in before alternating between sucking and licking him. What she couldn’t reach with her mouth she pumped with her hand. Seunghyub gently grabbed her hair in a ponytail and bunch it on top of her head while controlling the pace she was sucking him.

“Oh fuck baby girl, I forgot how good you were at this.” he said to her and leaned back into the sofa. He heard her moaning and the vibration he felt against his dick made him pushed himself harder into her and felt his it hit the back of her throat.

“Stand up. I want you to fuck my mouth hard.” Lana said in a hoarse voice after releasing him and he stood up as she commanded. He doesn’t mind her being in control like this because she finds their powerplay during sex very attractive. Before long Lana was latched back on him and he started to move his hips harder.

He saw the drool falling down her neck and on to her boobs which made her looked even hotter and he continued fucking her mouth hard as she requested. Lana held on to the back of his ass pushing him closer to her and with one hard thrust he released his cum in her mouth. Seunghyub screamed his release as he held the back of Lana’s head close to his crotch and although this was making it hard for Lana to breathe, she felt even more turned on. She released him with a pop and looked up at him with doe eyes, driving Seunghyub crazy.

He gently pulled her up and kissed her hard, tasting himself in her mouth. His hands cupped her breasts and he started massaging them before pulling and twisting her nipples. He could hear Lana moaning and he kissed her even harder. He moved his head down and put one erect nipple in his mouth before toying it with his tongue and bite down on it gently. His other hand continued assaulting her other breast, kneading and pulling the nipple. Lana screamed in pleasure and Seunghyub moved up her body to kiss her lips passionately. She circled her hands around his neck for support and started grinding herself against him. Seunghyub’s hands moved down towards the top of her jeans and stopped at her zipper.

“May I?” He asked Lana in between kisses.

“Fuck yes.” Lana answered desperately and Seunghyub chuckled before unzipping her jeans. He then moved his hands inside her jeans and cupped her sex. He could already feel how wet she was. Lana moaned even louder and grind down against his hand.

Seunghyub pushed her panties aside and teased one finger against her folds over and over causing Lana to whine loudly. She pushed herself closer to him indicating that she wanted more. Seunghyub smiled at her reaction and slowly pushed two fingers into her wet core which made Lana yelped. His thumb found her clit and started flicking it lightly. Lana rested her forehead on Seunghyub’s chest and whimpered feeling her climax building up in her. Seunghyub continued pumping his fingers inside of her and he could feel how her pussy was sucking in those fingers and it was driving him crazy. Without warning he took out his fingers and Lana screamed in frustration.

“No. Why?” She whined looking up at him with glassy eyes and biting down her bottom lip.

Seunghyub didn’t answer but instead knelt in front of her and pulled down her jeans along with her panties down her legs and threw them to the side. He went back to her pussy and inhale her intoxicating scent before diving in with his mouth. He took one long stripe at her folds before sticking his tongue inside of her. Lana moaned even louder. Next, Seunghyub took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and moved them in a scissoring motion which drove Lana towards the edge. She felt her legs giving way due to the intense pleasure and had to rest her thighs against Seunghyub’s strong shoulders. Her hands weaved into his hair and she started pulling at his hair making him groan. She felt Seunghyub removing his tongue from inside her and replaced it with two of his fingers instead before he proceeded to suck her clit. Her moans were becoming louder and non-stop, and he could feel her coming undone soon as her pussy was just sucking his fingers more intensely so he upped his game and sucked her clit harder.

“Fuck baby, fuck…” Lana screamed his name and he felt her juices gushing out onto his face. He looked up at her and saw that her head was thrown back while her mouth was opened and her eyes were closed. Her hands had left his hair and were cupping her breasts. It was the sexiest thing Seunghyub had seen for a long time. As her body continued to spasm, Seunghyub just rode her climax by slowly fingering her and gently took out his fingers when he felt her body began to relaxed.

He got up and Lana laughed when she saw the mess around his mouth. Seunghyub was always such a messy eater. She walked over to the tissue box on the side table and pulled out a few sheets before walking back to him to wipe her juices off his face. After he was cleaned she pulled him in for another kiss that slowly becoming more passionate. Seunghyub placed his hands at the back of her thighs and motioned for her to jump up which she did and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Bedroom?” Seunghyub asked her before kissing her cheek. Lana nodded and kissed his forehead.

He carried her effortlessly towards his bedroom and gently lay her down in the middle of the bed. Lana propped her knees up, giving Seunghyub an excellent view of her glistening pussy. He growled and climbed on top of her. His hands were at either sides of her head and he lowered his face to kiss her on the lips. Lana kissed him back with the same amount of fervour and her hands moved up to caress Seunghyub’s pecs. She felt his penis hitting her folds and she squirmed underneath him wanting to feel him inside. Seunghyub wanted to prolong her suffering by denying her of what she wanted and slowly kissed her down her body before taking one of her breasts inside his mouth and started suckling her nipple.

“Seunghyub, please.” Lana arched her back when Seunghyub started giving the same attention to her other breast. She was desperate to have him inside her but Seunghyub was taking his own sweet time and it was driving her crazy.

“Patience, princess.” He said to her in a deep voice that made her go even crazier.

After Seunghyub was done assaulting her breasts, he moved his kisses down her stomach and on the apex of her vagina before he straightened himself up and got off the bed. Lana wanted to cry from frustration before suddenly Seunghyub grabbed her legs and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed.

“Ready baby?” He angled himself in front of her opening and when he saw Lana nods, he pushed himself into her gently. Both of them sighed as he entered her as both had waited so long to feel this.

Seunghyub waited for a bit letting Lana adjust to his size before he slowly started moving. He held the sides of her hips before increasing the speed of each thrust, and before long he was ramming into her fast and hard. He knew she liked it hard. Seunghyub looked up at Lana and saw the look of intoxication on her face and reached out one hand to fondle her breasts that were bouncing every time he thrust into her. Lana’s fingers grabbed the sheet around her as she could feel an orgasm building up in the pit of her stomach. This is what she liked about sex with Seunghyub. He didn’t treat her like a fragile china doll. He knew exactly how she liked it and isn’t afraid to give it to her, knowing she could take it.

Suddenly Seunghyub pulled out from her, breaking her out of her reverie and she whined loudly while looking at him questionably. He grinned at her and pulled her legs up on his shoulders before entering her again. The new angle made it easier for him to go deeper and as he started thrusting into her, Lana felt immense pleasure in the new position as his thrusts keep hitting the right spots inside her. She moaned his name out loud and started saying his name over and over like a prayer with each of his thrusts and knew that she was close. Seunghyub grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him before thrusting into her hard. With one loud scream Lana arched her back high above the bed as she let go of her release. He thanked god that the walls of his apartment were thick enough so his neighbours won’t have to listen to the moans and screams, because he doesn’t want Lana to keep quiet as he loved hearing the noises she makes during sex, especially when she screams his name. He rode her orgasm by slowly thrusting into her and when he saw Lana’s breathing has returned to normal, he pulled out gently. He tried as best as he could to gently put her legs down on the bed knowing how sensitive she is right now.

Seunghyub looked at Lana who was spread eagle on the bed looking totally fucked out. He grinned and climbed on the bed again to kiss Lana on the lips.

“Baby you still haven’t cum.” Lana kissed the tip of his nose. She reached down to stroke Seunghyub’s penis that was still hard as a rock.

“Are you up for another round?” He asked her and she nodded.

Seunghyub got off the bed and instructed Lana to turn around on her stomach.

“On your knees.” He said to her and Lana turned around and got on all four so her butt was sticking up facing him. She twisted her neck to look at him and saw him holding on to her hips while biting down his bottom lip.

Suddenly Seunghyub slapped her butt roughly which made her moan and he smirked when he saw her juices flowed down the side of her thigh. He slapped her butt again and again which made Lana buried her face into the bed sheets and moaned lewdly. She could feel the knots in her stomach tightened. She never knew she enjoyed being slapped like this either but there is always a first time whenever she is with Seunghyub. She felt the bed dipped as he climbed onto it and stood behind her, angling himself near her folds. Without any warning, he slipped himself into her and Lana turned her head sideways so that she could breathe easier while also watching Seunghyub ramming into her. While he was moving in and out of her, his hands moved along her back all the way to her neck before pulling her up towards him. His hands cupped her breasts and started fondling them as he thrusted into her faster. Her hands linked around his neck and she caressed the back of his neck before pulling his hair there. Their bodies were drenched in sweat and only the slapping of their bodies along with the squelching noises of their juices can be heard with each thrust. Seunghyub’s hands moved down and rested on her stomach and she knew he was close as he kept grunting with each thrust and his movements started to become sloppy. She could feel she was close too with the knots inside her stomach getting more and more intense. His other hand left her breast and moved down to find her clit and he started flicking her clit roughly. Lana turned her head and captured Seunghyub’s lips into a sloppy kiss and she started whining into the kiss as she felt a familiar feeling building inside of her. She doesn’t understand how it was so easy for her to cum with Seunghyub when with other men it would take a longer time if she even gets to that is.

“I am so close, princess.” He bite down on her shoulder making Lana yelp in pain. Seunghyub continued his assault on her clit while thrusting into her at mad speed and all Lana could think about was how not to break apart from all the pleasure she was feeling. She started grabbing and pulling his hair making him growl even deeper.

Seunghyub let out an animalistic grunt and thrust his hips hard into Lana before releasing into her. He could feel her coming undone as well and he thrusted into her sloppily a few more times before she moaned his name loudly and he felt her juices on him. Their breathing was laboured as both came down from their high and Seunghyub hugged her tightly from behind, pulling her as close to him as possible not wanting to let her go even as he felt himself growing soft inside her. Lana’s fingers were drawing lazy circles on his arm that was splayed across her stomach and he felt at that moment that he could stay like this forever. He dropped to his side pulling her with him and she giggled as they hit the mattress like a heavy sack. After just staying in each other’s arms enjoying the moment, he reluctantly pulled out of her and she turned around to bury her face in his comfortable chest. She wrapped her arms around his waist and caressed his back softly. Seunghyub pushed back her hair that was falling down her forehead and looked at her with a smile. He traced his thumb along her bottom lip before tilting her chin up and kissed her softly. Lana pulled away from the kiss with her eyes closed and snuggle her face in the valley of his breasts again.

“I can stay here forever.” She mumbled into his chest before looking up at him with a smile.

“Stay the night.” He propped himself up with one arm and with his free hand he traced his finger a straight line from her forehead down her nose over her mouth along her neck and further down until he reached her breast and started toying with her nipple. Lana shivered.

“Also, if you haven’t figure it out yet, I love your acting and I think your body is hot.” She said to him causing him to laugh out loud.

“Well, thank you. I think your body is hot too.” He kissed the top of her head. “Do you want to go get cleaned up? Then we can go to bed.” She nodded.

Seunghyub got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom. Lana heard the sound of water running in the bath as she stretched herself out on the bed. She felt sore everywhere and the idea of a warm bath is rather welcoming. Before long she saw Seunghyub walked back to the bed and she couldn’t help but swallowed hard when she saw Seunghyub’s manhood out in the open. Even when it isn’t erected, he was big. She wondered how he had fit inside of her in the first place.

“What are you looking at?” He teased as he stopped directly in front of her so his penis was in front of her face. Lana laughed and got up on her knees. She threw her arms around Seunghyub and kissed him.

“Ready for your bath, princess?” he asked her and she answered yes a bit too enthusiastically causing Seunghyub to raise his eyebrows. “Are we going to do more than just taking a bath together?” he tried to make his voice sound as innocently as possible but his devilish grin was too evident to show what he was thinking

“Of course not. It’s just a bath.” Lana replied matter of factly and Seunghyub lunged at her making her scream with laughter.

He scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom before sitting her down on the sink countertop. Seunghyub went to turned off the waterpipes and walked back to Lana. He stood between her legs and looked at the girl in front of him with a tender smile. Seunghyub gently kissed her swollen lips and when he pulled away Lana saw that he was smiling.

“What?” She asked him while her hands fell on his chiselled chest.

“I am just happy you are here.” he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear before booping her nose with a finger.

“Me too.” She moved her hands further down to trace the lines on his taut stomach.

“Let’s get you into the bath before the water turns cold,” he scooped her up again and she squealed with delight.

He gently put her down standing next to the bathtub before stepping into it himself and sat with his back against the wall. Seunghyub tugged gently at Lana’s hand for her to come in and she stepped into the warm water before sitting in between Seunghyub’s legs with her back rested against his chest. Seunghyub linked his fingers with Lana’s and brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. He let go of her hand and dropped his hands on her breasts and started massaging them.

“I’ve never done it underwater before.” Lana whispered to him seductively. Seunghyub growled and sucked the side of her neck. She could feel him getting harder as his penis poked at her back.

“Well, then, I think we need to do something about that, don’t you think?” he said and she turned her head sideways to look at him before he caught her lips and started kissing her passionately.

-end-

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