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gaypirate420 · 11 months

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Little sound // Jasper W. Hale

Jasper Whitlock Hale x male!reader.

Summary: You question vampiric sleep while Jasper makes a little sound.

A/N: Breaking Dawn Jasper deserves more love, me thinks.

Angst/Fluff.

"Which pillow do you want?" You asked him while you made space for him on your bed, Jasper pointed to your thighs.

"These ones, please." He spoke with a smirk, you chuckled and take off the blanket that lay over your legs.

The blonde vampire smiled and he went down, placing kisses on your thighs before he opened them gently and lie down his head on your stomach.

Jasper seemed tired, mentally at least. You're not sure if vampires get sore muscles or something like that but he needed to lie down and relax, it was evident from a mile away.

The vampire sighed heavily, his cold breath hitting you, his hands quickly got to caress your warm skin.

"I missed you." You spoke softly as your hand got to his recently cut hair.

"I know, I'm sorry, been busy with— Bella." Jasper scoffed.

Tired, he was so incredibly tired, done even, done with everything and it made you sad because it was something out of your human control and comprehension.

"What's with her?" You asked curious about his reaction, it was very out of character from his part.

"She got turned, darlin'— she just— has this crazy control over her newborn instincts. It's impressive— but-" He said bitter, almost angry, not angry no, jealous.

"But— Am I not trying hard enough? Or I'm just unfixable?" Jasper asked softly, very softly almost like he didn't meant to say that, his tongue betrayed him completely and revealed his thoughts.

"I think you're trying hard— the hardest you can— you have come a long way, Jasper. I'm proud of you." You spoke serious. The vampire stayed silent while his finger stroke your skin.

You stroke his hair, you felt how his body got weak in an instant and a sigh left his lips.

"I missed you so much, my darlin'." He whispered and his cold lips kissed your thigh, you giggled at the sensation but he continued.

Despite the fact that he's been talking to you everyday and bringing you flowers every weekend, it didn't felt like that because he hasn't had the opportunity to stay.

To be with his darling, his most special boy.

You looked down at him, his golden eyes looked up, you bopped his nose and he chuckled.

"Pretty." You whispered and bopped his cheek, Jasper smirked, his cold hand went up.

"Handsome." He whispered back and bopped your cheek, you mimicked his smirk and lean down to kiss his forehead.

Your fingers returned to stroke his hair, he took deep breaths, useless for his body but at least the illusion seem to help.

Jasper closed his eyes, letting his mind relax, melting comfortably under your touch and resting on your soft thighs.

You stayed silent, playing with his hair and caressing his pale face from time to time.

Vampires can't sleep, at least that's what Jasper told you but you have a theory that maybe they enter a deep meditating state.

Because there's no explanation for the level of calmness Jasper seems to be in when you cuddle with him. He's sleeping in your mind, resting along side with you.

The vampire sometimes even moves like one would do when asleep, losing or tightening his grip on you, mumbling things and everything. It was fascinating and comforting knowing he felt so much peace with you.

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One of your hands was busy stroking his hair while the other scrolled through your phone.

It's been probably an hour or two, you looked down at Jasper, you smiled softly at the image that lied infront of you.

He's asleep, call yourself stubborn because nothing could convince you otherwise, probably when you become a vampire yourself you'll understand, but right now, he's sleeping, completely asleep.

There's just no way that the man laying between your thighs is wide awake.

You stopped everything you were doing when you noticed a sound. A small and soft sound.

It's coming from Jasper.

You smiled and put attention to the small noise. He's snoring? It was a soft rumbling and it stopped the moment your hand didn't stroke his hair.

So you moved your fingers again, and he made that sound, your fingers moved down to his neck and it became louder. You got closer.

He's purring.

He's done this before, but you thought you were making it up.

You stayed silent, shooked, enjoying this moment, and discreetly recording it with your phone, the purr was very soft, you don't think Jasper is even aware his body is having this reaction.

You could feel the soft vibrations of his chest as he did this soft purring sound.

You kissed his forehead, whispering sweet nothings before you grabbed a blanket and throw it over him, Jasper just snuggled further on your thighs.

He then spoke, and his words were drowsy, sleepy mumbling.

"I love you." The vampire spoke softly, you kept stroking his hair and he kept making that soft purring.

"I love you too, cowboy." You whispered back with a smile on your face.

"I- have things to do, darlin'." He whispered when he noticed the blanket, he opened his eyes but close them again almost immediately.

You suppressed your comment about him not allowing himself to rest and have a nice moment.

"Shhhh, you have centuries left to do whatever you want. Just rest now. Sleep, it's okay." You spoke softly, Jasper shaked his head but didn't move an inch.

"Vampires can't sleep, doll." He protested with a slight slurry voice, you chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully.

"Sure thing, Jazz." You said, he placed a kiss on your thigh before he returned to continue his 'no sleep'.

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A/N: heyyyyy how y'all doing? Hope you liked this!

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l0serloki · 1 year

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Before Bed

Sleeping Headcanons with Genshin Characters

(Childe, Diluc, Itto, Jean, Kazuha, Zhongli)

CW : Insomnia (Kazuha), OCD mention (Jean)

A/N : @butterflybboy gave me the lovely idea for these - thanks my slay queen girl boss

Childe :

“Babe, are you asleep? Oh shit, sorry” (he wakes you up every night, he says its on accident but its def not, he wants attention)

He’s the type of guy to starfish the bed

“Well, you can just lay on top of me”

Places light kisses on your neck before drifting off to sleep

He has to wake up early for work but he will give you a quick kiss on the head and a ‘sleep well, baby’

You felt Childe’s hands shake you, a groan leaving your mouth. He did this every night if you were asleep. You loved the man but his need for attention was on a whole other level. “Were you asleep? Sorry, baby..” His voice trailed off as he pulled you into his side. You could only roll your eyes at his fake apology, arms wrapping around him. “Yeah, I bet you’re so sorry. Love you, AJ.” You could feel his chest hum, his lips meeting yours for a quick kiss. “Love you too, Y/N. Sweet dreams.”

Diluc :

This man does not like covers (his body temperature is too hot)

He will complain about the blankets and try to convince you that he is the only one you need

Holds you in his arms all night, big spoon king

If he has to leave to go take care of darknight duties he leaves a sweet note for you to find

You could feel the bed dip, waking you up. In your drowsy state you noticed Diluc sit on the bed, his arms dragging you on top of him. “Hello my love, I am sorry for waking you. I just got off duty. Go back to sleep.” Diluc’s soft lips danced across your face as your eyes drooped. He was always so loving.

Itto :

Itto touches the bed and he is out cold

He snores too but if you tell him he won't believe you

“Snoring is for old people, I wouldn’t do that. You callin’ me old, lil bug?”

He loves you laying on his chest, hand holding onto your head

Could sleep for a million hours if you don’t wake him up (he gets clingy if you do wake him up)

“C'mon Itto, let’s go to sleep!” You called out to him, his footsteps stomping down the hall. His dopey smile gleamed as he began to run full speed towards you. You braced for impact as the bed jumped, his body now beside you. “Whatever you say! We do have a big day of onikabuto battles tomorrow.” His big arms pulled you flush against his chest, his nose digging into your scalp. “Sleep well, little bug.”

Jean :

I feel like she has major OCD

Girl needs to have her nightly skin routine and shower, which she gladly asks you to join

She has tons of pillows and blankets on the bed, super comfy cuddle time

“Y/N come to bed! I can’t sleep without you”

She loves to always have a hand on you, it reminds her that you're safe

“Y/N, can you grab me some water? I’m finishing up my skin stuff.” Jean’s voice called out from the bathroom. You grabbed a glass and brought it to her, arms wrapping around her waist. “You almost done, pretty girl?” You smiled as her face turned red, eyes looking away. “Yeah.. Go wait in bed. I’ll be there in just a sec.” You kissed her cheek, walking to get the bed ready.

The blankets and pillows were adjusted, Jean’s head leaning into your shoulder. Her lips delicately traced the skin of your shoulder, soothing you to sleep. You could hear her faint voice murmur, “Sleep well honey. I’ll make us some breakfast in the morning.”

Kazuha :

He has some bad insomnia but tries his best

He will hold you in his arms and hum some songs if you can’t sleep

If neither of you can sleep then he takes you outside to show you the stars

“The sky is infinite - just like my love for you.” (please smack his shoulder, he can't keep getting away with this amount of cheese)

If it’s a good night then the two of you are cuddled next to each other holding hands, peacefully sleeping

Kazuha always had a sleeping issue. He never made a big deal about it but you wished to help him. You had tried all the remedies you could to no avail. That was until the two of you went out one night.

“Come with me, my feather. I want to show you the stars.” Kazuha’s warm grip led you to the backyard, a blanket laid out on the grass. The two of you stared up at the night sky, his breath fanning against your cheek as he turned. “You shine brighter than any of the stars. I love you.” Kazuha’s voice fell into a hush as his eyelids drooped. You kissed his forehead, heart swelling at the adorable sight. “I love you too, Zuzu. Get some rest.”

Zhongli :

He’s the type of guy to make a sleep time tea and read before bed

“Y/N this book you got me is splendid. What a good find. Come, I’ll read to you.”

Zhongli reads both of you to sleep, an arm curled around your torso

He sleeps like a rock and doesn’t move, you almost thought he was dead one time

He wakes you up at the same time every morning, he says schedule is everything

“Good morning my angel, the birds are chirping! Time for yet another wonderful day” (thank you gramps)

Zhongli’s slim fingers turned the page, his voice continuing to read on. You could feel sleep tug at you, threatening to send you under. “Go to bed, honey. We have an early morning. We will finish the story tomorrow.” His hand rubbed circles into your flesh, lulling you into dreamland.

“Good morning, my dove! The sun is awake and so are we! Come, get up - I made breakfast!” Zhongli lightly tapped you, lips feathering you in sweet kisses.

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greenerteacups · 26 days

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If there was one major plot element that you could change in the original canon what would it be?

The Marauders' deaths. With the exception of James, I don't think any of the Marauders die in a way that's narratively suitable — or, to be more particular, they die in a way suitable for a narrative I don't like very much. James is an acceptable (though, obviously, tragic) death to me because it completes his arc: he's an obnoxious, arrogant bully who grows into a selfless soldier on the side of the light, and lays down his life as a final gesture of abnegation. It's not Proust, but it's good, right? His death represents a symbolic triumph over Voldemort because it's something Voldemort would never do.

None of the others make the same kind of sense for their subplots. Sirius dies at the Ministry because Harry fucks up and lets his abandonment issues override his judgment, and while that's a compelling moment for Harry — whose hamartia is a trauma-forged combination of hot-headedness and desperate fear of losing people — it's not for Sirius. Sirius's problem in Book 5 is that he's emotionally stunted by his years of imprisonment and refuses to grow up, because he's clinging to the life he thinks — rightly — he should have gotten to have. This is made painfully clear in the Department of Mysteries, wherein some of his last words to Harry are "Nice one, James!" He refuses to treat Harry like the child he is, and he keeps acting like he's this fun-uncle type, blowing off rules and pissing off Mom (Molly), because that's the dynamic he should have had with Harry if Lily and James had lived. Sirius doesn't want to be Harry's guardian and role model. He wants a brother and a nephew, and he's trying to force Harry to be both, because he's all he has left of that family. His death doesn't tie any of those threads; they're left dangling. That's a valid narrative move — every death cuts a story short, and you can't give everybody an arc — but I loved Sirius. Giving Harry the "grieving loss of a parent" arc that was originally meant for Ron (Arthur was the original Big Death of the OOTP, in JKR's drafts) also means that Ron spends a lot of Book 6 without anything to do, whereas Harry goes through what's essentially a more intense version of the grieving-and-recovery arc he did after Cedric's death.

Remus, on the other hand, is just — first off, a Mess, I agree with so few of the choices made with Remus in the later books, but let's say he's deep in the trauma, the grieving, and whatever living among werewolves as a spy does for your mental health. So he gets into this will-they-won't-they with Tonks, gets married, tries to abandon pregnant wife, then goes back and gets to be with his wife and son for about half a year before dying, with said wife, in battle. Okay. So like:

I think the Remus Weirdness in Book 7 is actually an attempt to close a plot hole, which is that the Horcrux Hunt happens completely without adult supervision, despite the fact that there are lots of adults the Golden Trio could and should ask for help. Harry's insistence that he doesn't want to risk anyone's life except for Ron and Hermione's is, while understandable as a character move, utterly ridiculous, because the other Order members are risking their lives anyway. One of the biggest holes is Remus and Tonks, who are (a) both already targets for Voldemort because of who they are, and so have nothing to lose, but also (b) both care for Harry on a personal level, and would never accept his reasons for pushing them away. So Teddy Lupin is conceived in order to bench Tonks, who's safely out of commission while pregnant. But that leaves Remus, who probably in fact would have super complicated torn-loyalty feelings about the situation, and who is scarred and traumatized and probably has enough abandonment issues to try and walk out, but — in my view — never resolves any of those things. He doesn't suddenly realize that he loves Tonks and wants to be with her, or feel a sense of duty to his son; when Harry's justly furious at Remus abandoning his kid in Harry's name, Remus gets pissy about it and goes "well, if you don't want my help, fine," and leaves. Which is, again, fine, a character flaw, it's childish, he's allowed to be, and he is, in fact, similar to Sirius and James — but it left a bad taste in my mouth, because that's one of the last conversations we get with Remus, and it's such an impoverished vision of his bonds with others. It doesn't delve deeply into why he loves Tonks or Harry, or the substance of his conflict between them; like always with the Marauders, he just invokes James, and Harry throws James's name right back at him, and it ends there.

And then he dies, so that baby Teddy Lupin can be an orphan, and we can do a parallel to baby Harry Potter. Even though we don't see Teddy Lupin on the page ever, so we have no idea what that comparison means, or how their experiences compliment or contrast one another, or literally anything more substantive than the series beginning and ending on the same event. Which: great. Okay. To quote a Roger Ebert review that I think about, on average, once every thirty-six hours:

"J.K. Rowling has learned from better novels that authors sometimes create narrative parallels, but she has not learned why."

#greenteacup asks #sirius black #remus lupin

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caterkinnie · 2 years

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Vil, idia and jamil with an s/o who likes to draw ship art of him and themself a lot?

How do they react to ship art of you and him...? (Vil, Idia, Jamil)

summary: oh yes, let's be realistic, you're into fandoms, a lot. And you're pretty good at drawing too! Which means... You could draw yourself and your boyfriend doing cheesy couple things!

genre: fluff, romantic

warnings: not proofread. im sleepy

Vil is aware that some of his fans… write and draw things about him.

He knows about fanfiction, and while it isn't as common as self-ship art of him — he has seen it before.

He's pretty neutral about it, as long as it doesn't go too far it's fine by him!

Vil knew you liked to draw, sometimes he liked to stare at you wondering what you were drawing. Admiring your beauty as you moved your pencil along the paper, but you always seemed to shy away whenever he tried to take a look at your drawings.

One day, you were showing him a little doodle that you were proud of. Vil picked your sketchbook to see it upclose — and to also take his chance to finally see what you hid in those pages.

And when he saw… well you've never seen him smirk so brightly. Oh, stop feeding his already big ego please, how is it possible that someone with SO MUCH pride like him could get even worse? Well, you somehow did it!

'Oh, my~ Why would you try to hide this from me, darling? I don't think someone has ever drawn me the way you do. Hm..? Why would I not like it? Your art is beautiful, just like you.'

Oh… Self-shipping… Idia's guilty pleasure….

He acts like Oh No That's Cringe but deep down he's a shameless self-shipper. There's nothing he wanted more than his favorite character to tuck him in bed and give him a kiss on the forehead.

And actually… He felt like that for you for a long time– No, he does still feel that way!

He has a bit of experience drawing, so Idia actually drew a picture of you and him holding hands. But he blushed so hard he impulsively burnt it.

One day, after a long day of gaming, you were sleeping on his bed and he decided to stay up a bit more to get some levels. — it was late, almost 2 am. And Idia finally decided to join you for sleep.

But your sketchbook was laying on the table, earlier you showed him a doodle of one of your favorite characters and forgot to pick it.

It took everything from Idia to not open it and see what you hid in there, and even then it wasn't enough.

With the lights of the computer that slightly illuminated his room, he decided to take a peek through the pages.

At first it was just normal drawings and fanart, nothing weird — until he saw a drawing of him, which made him even more curious. He kept going until he saw a drawing of him kissing your cheek and Idia almost dropped your sketchbook.

He put it in your backpack and sat on his bed, muttering about something — Idia almost didn't notice when you woke up and called his name in a worried tone.

Idia was so incredibly happy and it made his heart almost combust but– gosh he will never tell you about it.

'Oh god how is my partner so good at drawing and why is it so cute why do I look so good in here does s/o think I look like this IRL ahhh I want to see it again but i shouldn't–'

Jamil, unlike the other two, does NOT understand fandom culture at all.

He has seen Idia once or twice muttering about idols or manga but he personally does not understand the obsession behind it. I can see him being the kind of guy to enjoy reading as a solitary hobby, but that's it.

That means, he doesn't know about shipping.

But Jamil knows you DO know about this stuff, and he'll let you info-dump about whatever you want.

He has seen you making fanart once or twice, and he really does love looking at your drawings!

But, every time he asks if he can see your whole sketchbook, you say no — and he doesn't understand why.

He lets you be… At first, since he likes his privacy a lot. But… Jamil can't help but feel a tiiiny bit curious.

His master plan to see what you hide is that whenever you show him some of your art, he'll ask you to search for another drawing you made before. In hopes that whatever you're hiding will appear "accidentally".

And wow… he wished he could tease you about it but… it's such a cute drawing of you hugging him and you both are smiling and the drawing is so good–

Oh gosh his ears are burning, and why are his cheeks so warm?

He doesn't know what to say, you broke him.

'A–Ah… No! I do… I do like it a lot– It's just… You should… If you want… I'd like to see more of this, if you'd like to show me. You're… really good at drawing.

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84reedsy · 2 months

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The Mentorship, Part 5

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC

Parts 5 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Word Count: 4845

-----Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4----

Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing

A mandatory stop at a Waffle House did not improve her mood. She tried to stay in the car, but neither man was having it.

Scott opened her door, bending down to her level.

“Either you get in there or I'll throw you over my shoulder and take you myself.” He warned, Curt snickering behind him.

She was irritated by him still, even more so at his flirting now, knowing she was in a bad mood.

She was the only one not in comfortable clothes and she stuck out like a sore thumb. At least the shorts held her ass in and it wasn't half hanging out. It was a small consolation.

As with any Waffle House there was little seating and she ended up sitting on the inside of the booth at the strong suggestion from the oversized men. Scott slid in next to her, his legs splayed wide open and pinning her as far in as possible. Curt sat across from her, ordering for her before she got a chance to speak.

“One waffle isn't going to kill me,” she mumbled, not looking forward to her egg whites and peppers.

“Yeah, but it might make those shorts tighter,” Scott pinched some skin around her waist and she squirmed, smacking his hand. Curt sipped his coffee, knowing that this slow rib was starting to build beautifully. The culmination would teach her a lesson she may never forget.

The next hotel was a little more stately, it had several floors and even a pool. She hoped she could get in a few laps before they left in the morning. Her shoulders fell when she realized she still had none of her things.

She drug in bag after bag and lay them in the lobby. She was the last to get to the counter. She waited expectantly for Curt to give her their room info, but she could tell something was up.

“Looks like you are having the worst luck with rooms,” he said, “you gotta get in here quicker to get a shot at the good ones,”

“There can't be that many people here, the parking lot isn't even full. What, do we have one bed again,” she held out her hand for a key.

“I don't,” he responded, pocketing his key, “or should I say, Ricky Steiner and I don't,”

Brinkley was stunned for a moment, she assumed she was misunderstanding him.

“Do I have to get my own room?” She asked, “If you’ll recall, I don’t have my wallet,” she reminded him, a bit of hostility in her tone.

“Nah, you are sharing,” He replied vaguely, smirking, “after you bring our bags up,”

She couldn’t stifle her scowl; she was tired and achy and she’d been the butt of everyone’s joke for three days.

“Yeah, I lost this time,” Scott sauntered up to them, “I have to share with the rookie,”

Her breath caught in her throat and her mouth felt dry. Curt was already walking away, calling behind him, “Room 247,” and a chorus of others yelled out their room numbers as they headed for the elevators.

Brinkley could have strangled every one of them, instead grabbing a luggage cart. She slammed the bags on it as she stacked them.

“Panties in a bunch?” Scott watched her amused, but grabbed a couple of the bags to help.

“You know, I wouldn’t know, because I don’t know where mine are,” She snapped a little, “they seem to have gone missing and like anything is going to fit under these shorts,” She rambled.

Scott’s eyebrows rose up again, his eyes darting to her shorts. She was probably right, those things were skin tight.

“Probably should keep track of your stuff better,” He chided her, handing her a keycard as she turned to stare angrily at him. She snatched it out of his hand only to realize quickly after that she had no pockets. She jammed it in her top, hoping her boob and the material would hold it securely.

At room 212, she dropped Eddie and Chavo’s bags - both tipped her generously. Again, she had to store it in her top. At 215, she dropped Steve and Lex’s bags and she noticed something familiar through a gap in the top flap. She grabbed the bag as Steve started to take it in his room, unzipping it completely to find the other parts of her ring gear. She snatched it from the bag.

“What about the rest,” she dug through it before he pulled it back.

“That’s all I’ve got,” He snickered, Lex holding up his hands in innocence behind him.

“I’m not involved in this at all, have a look if you want.” he motioned towards his bag still on the cart. She did and found nothing.

She stared sharply at Scott as they left the room.

“Hey, at least you found some of it.” He shrugged.

She was going through Kevin’s bag as he answered his door.

“Ah, she figured it out?” Kevin asked, leaning against the door frame amused as she yanked her things out of his bag.

“Yeah, she’s pretty quick, Stinger kind of messed it up though, left his bag open,” Scott explained. She zipped it roughly once she was convinced she had everything. She shoved it at him roughly and left, turning her nose up at his tip.

“Oh, she’s got some attitude,” Kevin joked loudly.

Again she was already going through Curt’s bag when he opened the door. He looked at Scott, impressed that she’d figured it out already. She didn’t say a word to him or Rick as she dumped their still open bags at their feet.

“What, no goodnight?” Curt called after her as she drug the now much lighter cart behind her.

“I think she’s getting a little snippy,” Scott slapped Curt on the shoulder, “might want to send someone to check on me,”

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME,” They both heard from down the hall, seeing that she had found their room and had gone inside.

“Well…good luck, brother,” Curt laughed, slapping Scott on the back now.

Scott stood behind her in the doorway, staring at the same single king bed in the middle of the room that she was.

“Yeah, sucks don’t it,” He stepped around her, carrying his own bag and tossing it on the dresser.

Brinkley dropped her bag, now mostly full again. She began rummaging through Scott’s bag now, knowing a few things were still missing. Buried in the side of his bag were her wallet, panties, and bras. She tried not to think that he cherry picked these items, but part of her wondered if he did.

“Everything accounted for?” He looked through the shambles left in his bag, “Oh, nope, forgot one,” he held up a lacy excuse for panties, letting them dangle off his finger tip.

She reached for them, only for him to lift them up higher out of her reach. She tried to grab for them again, but he kept them out of reach still.

“Oh my god, just give it to me!” She huffed in frustration, his height making it impossible to grab them.

“Aw, c’mon,” He scoffed, you gotta try harder than that,”

Frustrated and at the end of her rope, she grabbed onto his shoulders and leapt, her thighs gripping around his hips as she tried to climb him. Perhaps he was surprised by her tactic or repulsed, but she shimmied up him a little further and quickly grabbed them from his hand. It was then she realized, his other arm had slipped under her backside and was holding her on him. She stared at him for a moment, at a loss for words.

Scott knew the long game plan wouldn’t work out quite right if he jumped the gun, he was a little disappointed he couldn’t kiss her right now. It was a 50/50 shot between her liking it and her slapping the piss out of him.

“Um…can you let me down?” She asked softly, not really wanting him to, but not knowing what else to say. She wasn’t sure he was going to grant her request, but slowly he slid his arm away and she slipped down his body. She fought blushing, burying the panties in her bag. She felt a little better now, relieved to have all her things back, but now she had the new issue of sleeping arrangements.

“I…I’ll let you have the bed,” She motioned vaguely towards it, “I can just sleep in the tub or on the floor,”

“Are you fucking serious?” Scott laughed incredulously, watching as she grabbed a pillow and the spare blanket from the closet.

“Well…you get the front seat, why wouldn’t you also get the bed?” She shrugged.

“Well that’s bullshit. Got a girl in my room and she won’t even sleep with me,” He smirked, noticing her shiver a little.

“Do you want me to sleep with you?” She controlled her reply, turning it back around on him.

“Figured I’d at least be the big spoon,” he nodded towards the bed.

“It’s alright, I’ll just sleep on the floor.” She tried not to imagine that scenario and how it might progress.

“Suit yourself, girl,” He shrugged and moved to leave, “Be back when I’m back,”

Brinkley was sure she’d never been so relieved to not be invited out to the bar. She relished the long, interrupted shower again, happy to finally get out of her ring clothes. Her pajamas were only cotton shorts and a t-shirt, but they had never felt so comfortable. She tried to make a palette on the floor and watch a little TV, but the floor was insanely uncomfortable and she knew her back would regret the decision in the morning.

She knew he was teasing her earlier, but she had to think he wouldn’t really mind if she took up on the bed. It was huge after all. Even with his hulking frame, he’d have plenty of space. She wasn’t on the mattress 5 minutes before she was asleep.

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Scott felt buzzed, but was not completely out of it. The bedside lamp was still on, but Brinkley was out and clearly not on the floor. He turned out the light first, starting to strip down while standing over her. He was amused at the idea of her waking up to seeing him undressing right next to her. She might not find it funny, but he was pent up and horny from earlier and from spending the last few hours thinking about her panties.

She did not wake and he walked to his side of the bed, flopping down in nothing but his boxers. She was turned away from him. He wondered why Curt had set such an arbitrary timeline, he didn’t really feel like waiting two weeks to get his dick wet. Curt had been vague with details on how she was, mainly Scott knew they had hooked up twice. Why the hell couldn’t he have gotten that mentorship?

He found himself absentmindedly watching her ass as she shifted in bed and licked his lips. He wondered if he could get a quick squeeze without waking her. He felt his cock stir as he thought, and his hand absentmindedly reached out. He ran his hand over her cotton shorts, gently gripping his fingers in. He felt the firmness and hummed to himself. He had to resist the urge to smack it. He would definitely get a few in when he had the opportunity.

He pulled his hand back quickly when she shifted a little. He occupied it now reaching under his boxers. He massaged and squeezed the stiffening flesh. Maybe if the poisons left the building, his mind wouldn’t be so consumed. Switching hands, he risked touching her again, gripping a cheek more firmly. She shifted a little more, straightening one leg while bending the other. Scott cursed at how easily he could slip his fingers down and test her waters.

He released her ass, focusing on imaging what he hoped would happen. Curt had never mentioned any restrictions and Scott could think of a lot of things he wanted to do to her.

Brinkley woke, groggy. She felt confused again as she had previously, but felt the familiar shake of the bed. Facing away from him, her eyes went wide as she processed what was happening. Again.

This felt different though. She and Curt had a sexual history. She and Scott didn’t. She wished that was a different story, but as of now, they had nothing. She cursed to herself unable to turn over and take a peek as Scott groaned over his self-satisfaction. She was so curious, she considered risking it and if he thought she was awake...maybe he’d make a move. She only thought a second, realizing she’d have no idea how to be with a man she didn’t know very well, a man she wasn’t sure she could trust.

“God that’s a nice ass,” Scott hissed to himself, his fist working faster along his pulsing shaft. He didn’t take his time, imagining her on her knees, his cock in her mouth ready to explode. He grunted as he started to cum, spurts flying from the tip. He didn’t direct it, some of it landing on her thigh, “Shit…” he cursed.

Brinkley felt the sticky mass land on her skin and her mouth hung open in shock. Did he just cum on her? Was it on purpose? Perhaps there was more on her clothes…she felt violated, but oddly enough turned on.

Scott cleaned up his mess on himself, but did not want to risk waking her. Plus, the thought of his cum on her leg turned him on. She would be blissfully ignorant, unknowingly marked by his seed.

He quickly shoved his cock back into his boxers as she turned over partially, her face now towards him. His timing was impeccable.

She was disappointed as she turned over and try to peer through her eyelashes. He’d already concealed himself. She felt a pulse between her legs and wished like hell she could cash in her pass with Curt. She needed sex, she craved the release.

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The hazing eased up for the next couple of days, much to her relief. Her mind kept slipping back to thinking about both men she’d shared a bed with and that they’d ended up masturbating with her merely inches away. Perhaps this was a thing with wrestlers…Maybe they had to find some way to expend their energy if they hadn’t found a ring rat or some other company. But the longer she thought about it, the more pent up she felt. She hoped that her hotel situation worked out better than it had lately. She could use her own bed, but she could also use Curt’s company. She had a hopeful suspicion that if she used up her pass, he’d likely issue another one. Or maybe he wouldn’t limit her and just fuck her silly every night.

She shifted in the backseat as they drove through the night following their show, crossing her legs as her thoughts did little to calm her libido. It was either Curt or the fact that Scott came on her or maybe both, but she knew while she was alone she was going to take the chance to try and satiate her own needs.

The guys were a little more excited about tonight, the motel they had planned on meeting at was across from a truckstop that had an attached strip club. She tried to convince them to let her tag along. She had no problem watching women dance or strip. She could appreciate beauty and sexiness as much as the next person, but none of them were very receptive to the idea.

SHe only carried Scott’s bag to his room and her’s and Curt’s to the one they shared. Two beds graced this room. She was surprised how indifferent she felt about it.

“Thought you’d be jumping up and down,” Curt voiced the same surprise.

“I’m just tired,” She lied, hoping he would leave soon. She had noticed another building across the road next door to the truck stop. She had an agenda that she couldn’t fulfill with people around, “You guys going to be out late again?”

“Trying to get rid of me?” He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. He could see she was definitely looking at him as she swapped for a t-shirt, expecting the strip club to be fairly hot.

She was frustrated by how much she liked looking at Curt’s physique. Perhaps the fact that he was off limits is what added to his allure.

She watched from her room window as the group filtered out to the strip club. Once she thought the coast was clear enough, she grabbed her room key and some cash from her wallet. She quickly jogged across the road and to the shop around the side of the truck stop. She almost changed her mind as she reached the door, the three X’s on the glass making her nervous. She had never been in a sex shop before and as she gathered the courage and opened it, she felt overwhelmed.

She wasn’t sure what to expect but everything within view was explicit. She didn’t know there could be so many different shapes, colors, and types of dildos. Vibrators were everything from small finger sized buttons to cephlapod-looking monstrosities. She knew she was blushing even though she was by herself. There was an entire bookshelf of different lubes. She grabbed one small bottle that said it had a warming effect. Out of curiosity she put it in her basket. She got lost too long in the lingerie racks, deciding on something strappy and lacy just in case she needed to get someone’s blood pressure up. She almost laughed at the video section, the names got progressively more unhinged and the graphics on the boxes were laughable. She left that section quickly as a trucker approached her to try and make a suggestion. She put some distance between them as she found a section of dildos that advertised realistic looking and feeling phalics.

Looking them over, she found one that mimicked Curt’s length, girth, and curve. At least she knew it would hit what she wanted. She dumped it in her basket and grabbed the finger-worn vibrator button as she headed to the checkout. She didn’t want to stay much longer. More and more people were coming in and she didn’t want to be surrounded in this place. She was relieved that they used plain brown bags, at least she wouldn’t have to explain anything if it was found. She felt eyes on her and saw the same trucker still looking at her. She pocketed her change and grabbed the bag by its handles as she attempted to flee quickly. She was stopped immediately as she ran into another person.

“Mamacita, why are you in such a hurry?” Eddie steadied her and glanced down at the bag she’d dropped, some of the items falling out of it. Her face reddened like never before, “Busy night planned?”

“I….I….it’s not what…I mean, I just,” She fumbled over her words, hurriedly stuffing the items back in her bag. She almost felt like crying.

“Shhh, I’m just teasing, mija,” He tried to calm her, “Nothing wrong with it, don’t get all worked up,”

“Everyone else is at the club,” She said, “I just get bored,” She shrugged, noticing the stranger’s eyes on her again.

“No judgment here,” Eddie held up a stack of magazines, but quickly lowered them.

“Eddie…” She still felt eyes on her, “This guy is acting really weird…could you walk me out?”

Eddie turned around and the man quickly looked away, turning his back.

“Absolutely,” He set his items on the counter to pay, “Stick by me,” He said, still staring at the man as if daring him to look again. Eddie walked with her to the exit and outside.

“Go straight back to your room, don’t answer the door just in case. Anyone who needs in will have a key. I’ll watch you from here and make sure you get back,” he said, standing on the curb, watching to make sure no one followed her.

She hurried across the road and before going to her door she made sure no one was watching. Once inside, she felt relieved for multiple reasons. She took everything from the bag and shoved it in her duffel, reserving only the somewhat familiar dildo and the lube. She read over them as she slipped off her pants and panties. She was sure they weren’t complicated, but she was still new to these things. She climbed into the bed and under the covers, leaving her shirt on just in case.

First she slipped a drop of the warming liquid on her finger tip and touched herself. It only took a few moments before it did indeed start to warm and tingle. Brinkley felt herself relax completely as she rubbed her own sex. She thought of the men that had been toying with her lately. She could always use her experiences with Curt, but she pictured a fantasy with Scott, too. She imagined seeing him between her legs, his stubble burning her thighs. She wished she had been able to see his dick the night before…

She didn’t rush her orgasm, instead backing off when the tingles built too much. She teased her entrance with the tip of the dildo, slowly pushing it in as she arched off the mattress. She worked it in and out of her quickly soaking pussy. She came, but did not stop, whimpering and moaning as she continued to assault her sex.

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“Did you see that?” Scott pointed towards the tinted glass facing the road.

“What?” Curt’s eyes followed Scott’s finger. He saw Brinkley jogging quickly across the road, carrying a nondescript bag, “Oh…guess she’s got her own plans,”

“Wanna go fuck with her?” Scott said, receiving a look from Curt, “I said fuck WITH her,” He reiterated. They both turned to the talent on stage, otherwise occupied with their traveling companions.

“Yeah, this isn’t my scene anyway,” Curt downed the rest of his double whiskey shot.

They took their time making their way over, hoping that she would be given enough time to put herself in a difficult situation. Curt listened at the door and grinned when he heard her moan slightly. He slipped his key in the lock with a painful slowness, careful to avoid making noise. Once the knob loosened, it clicked and he opened the door.

Brinkley heard the click and quickly stopped her self-pleasuring, bolting up in bed, but making sure the covers were up high enough to hide her partial nakedness. She tried to hide her labored breathing as she looked toward the door to see Curt and Scott walk in. She looked entirely too casual.

“What on earth are you doing in here,” Curt knew instinctively that there were no clothes under those covers. The TV wasn’t on and she was just here sitting straight up in bed, she must’ve not known how obvious she looked. Her flushed cheeks didn’t help.

Scott smirked at her embarrassed visage. The faint smell of her sex was in the air and he picked it up quickly.

“Just getting ready to go to sleep,” She fibbed. Some guy was following me around the…truck stop earlier,” She expanded the lie, “So I’ve been on edge since then…glad it's just you two,” She wasn’t sure she could say glad in all sincerity. But she could say she was relieved it wasn’t a creepy stranger.

“Were you having a nightmare? You look a little…excitable,” Scott said, walking over to her bed, “Need someone to give you a hug?” he teased, one knee on the edge of her bed.

“Oh god, no,” she thought.

“No thank you…” She shook her head, “No nightmares here.”

“Aw c’mon, you can tell me if you’re scared,” His large hand dug into the comforter on the bed and started pulling it. Brinkley panicked, holding the comforter around her waist as tightly as she could, but it was no secret he was much stronger. She began sliding inch by inch across the mattress. This forced the dildo that was barely inside of her to slip deeper and deeper with every tug. She had to hold her breath to keep from moaning.

“Stop,” She begged “Maybe you were the nightmare,” She tried to skitter backwards but keep the covers. It was a tug of war that she had no chance of winning. She glanced at Curt for backup. He just stood a distance behind them with his arms folded, looking amused and not at all like he was going to help her.

Scott stopped pulling the covers towards him and leaned over, crawling towards her on the bed. The dildo wasn’t moving but was buried in her and Scott’s actions were starting to drive her over the edge. She was mortified that she might cum any moment.

Scott flopped beside her and muscled her up against him.

“Dreaming about me, huh? Can’t say I’m surprised,” He said with a cocky aire.

“I said nightmare,” She countered,”Big difference.”

“Poor thing, you’re shaking,” His hand slid over the top of the covers to her thigh, “I should probably stay. Help keep those bad thoughts away,”

Brinkley was desperate for him to stop touching her as her sex threatened to betray her restraint. But she found it difficult to voice that resistance - her subconscious not wanting him to stop.

Curt recognized that Scott may very well be attempting to uncover the truth of her activities and that he may pilot the situation into motion.

“I”m going to bed, Hall, unless you two can do it silently, it's gonna have to wait,” He had to stifle a snicker at the mortified look on Brinkley’s face.

“Cock blocking me again,” Scott shook his head, “Leave it to you, Hennig,” He backed off a little, looking down toward her lap and then back to her eyes. He smirked knowingly as if silently telling her he knew she was naked. His wink as he turned to leave shook her a little.

“You’re a bad liar,” Curt was a little more openly amused now they were alone.

“I’m not lying,” She defended herself overzealously as she tried to scoot back towards the headboard without slipping out from under the covers and prove him right.

“Baby, I could smell you the second I walked in the door,” He slipped his tshirt off and began undoing his belt as he stood at the foot of her bed, “You think I don’t know where that bag is from,” He didn’t have to point it out for her to know what he referred to. She didn’t know how he knew, but knew she had been caught red-handed.

She watched him, biting her lower lip as the dildo was still partially inside her.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” She defended weakly, “I just went across the street, I can do that if I want to,”

“Scott was about two seconds from fucking you,” he teased her.

“No he wasn’t,” She argued, unconvincingly. She watched as Curt let his jeans fall and slipped off his boxers. Her stomach flipped a little when she saw his partially hard member.

“I’m not fucking you,” He stated, crawling under her covers, “But…doesn’t mean I can’t help you,” He reached out and grabbed her thigh, pulling her over to his side and spreading her legs.

“Curt, you do’t ha- god, yes,” She fell back onto the bed as his hand explored, finding the apparatus she’d been using, he worked it into her rapidly, making her squirm and moan his name.

“No no no, you know what I like to hear,” his breath was on her ear, his tongue licking up the sensitive edge.

“Yes, Daddy,” she purred, enjoying the lack of control she had over her own sexual dominion. He kissed her neck roughly, his teeth barely avoided leaving marks. He used his free hand to direct her’s to his cock.

“Be a good girl and play with Daddy,” he murmured into her skin, groaning as he slickened fingers gripped and stroked him. He could feel his skin unusually warm.

He drove her to another orgasm, not slowing the rapid pumps as she bit her lip to keep from screaming.

Curt hissed through his teeth as she toyed with his tip, flicking the ridge on the underside. A plastic bottle bumped into his thigh. He grasped it, pulling it up to read.

“I see…naughty, naughty girl,” his voice sounded more like praise than admonishment.

“You seem to like it, Daddy,” she lengthened and slowed her stroking.

“Do you hear me complaining,” he leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her sudden gasp as he began to fuck her with the new toy roughly.

#wrestling fan fic #wrestling fic #wrestling fanfiction #curt hennig #wcw #wwe #wrestling #fanfiction #pro wrestling #eventually other wrestlers #1999 #Scott hall #kevin nash #The Mentorship #wrestling smut

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spoopy-fish-writes · 2 years

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—Kisses and giggles

Suitor(s): Arthur

TW: None

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Gender neutral MC || Even I couldn't help smiling and giggling while writing this help || A little thingmbob for @mcofthemansion to feed your very Arthur mood 😌💜

"Can I kiss you?"

Arthur looked down at you who was laying on his chest, eyes cast slightly off to the side and not looking at him while you spoke. It wasn't embarrassment nor shyness but simply the comfort of it being something that you had become used to asking that you no longer felt the need to make a big deal about it.

He moved one of his hands out from under his head and brushed it lightly on your head with a smile, none of his usual flirtatiousness or teasing in his words; just pure unabashed affection which twinkled in his eyes and showed itself in the warmth of his smile and the lines that formed at the corners of his eyes along side it. "Sure you can, luv. I'll rarely say no to you."

You match his smile and shuffle to be able to reach his lips. It's just a little peck but he still moves to sit up on the bench, moving you with him so that you were situated on his lap.

He can't help but move in for another, and another, and another, his smile so prominent on his lips that it almost hurts, giggles leaving your lips as well as his which you can feel against your skin as he begins to kiss at other parts of your face: cheeks, forehead, temple: none of your face goes unkissed and you have to push him away a little bit, your cheeks warm with how much you'd been laughing in between his kisses and you try and catch your breath while he does the same, a few airy giggles still leaving both of your lips every few moments before you both manage to level your breathing.

He gazes at you with eyes so so warm and bright, like sapphires, and you hope that your own expression shows the same level of adoration.

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tanushakyrano · 1 year

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febuwhump day 16: semi-conscious

YES ITS NOT THE 16TH IM SO AWARE OF THIS..... writing the second half of this really sucked for some reason. words were not computing. but i got it done!

characters: Kayo, Alan

additional warnings: hypoxia (low oxygen)

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Alan was getting worried.

It had been at least five minutes since he’d heard anything from Kayo. It wasn’t exactly unusual; the amount of times that she’d experienced ‘technical difficulties’ and gone dark on rescues was frankly ridiculous. Nine times out of ten, she was completely fine.

It was the tenth time that worried him.

They’d split up to search for survivors. The space station they were on was large and sprawling, and the internal communication system was down which meant that figuring out where everyone was was just that much more difficult. Most of the crew had already been located, but there were a few names unaccounted for on the crew manifest. They’d agreed to split up to cover more ground quicker. Alan was beginning to think that that had been a mistake.

He turned a corner and suddenly his feet weren’t on the ground any more. It took him a minute to realise what the hell was going on. The station had been experiencing system-wide failures for a while now; lights were only on in about half of the areas he'd explored, and life support systems had given up the ghost a long time ago. Clearly the artificial gravity in some areas was failing entirely. He reached out for the wall, using the handrails to give him momentum as he pushed onwards.

A light flashed red over one of the doors as he passed. Alan glanced into the room that lay beyond, shrouded in darkness, then caught sight of the flashing message just above the locking mechanism: WARNING - HULL BREACH. Sure enough, he could just about make out the gash in the floor, the metal plating warped and jagged. He pushed himself onwards. The ball of anxiety that was pretty much a permanent resident in his chest tightened.

Every room Alan glanced into was completely empty even of other missing members of the crew. The silence - other than the occasional crackle of burnt-out circuits - was starting to unsettle him. He was intensely aware of the fact that the station was slowly tearing itself apart around him. They were on borrowed time.

A flash of teal behind one of the doors caught his eye. Alan made a beeline for it, slamming his hand into the locking mechanism until with a groan, the door slid partway open. It was difficult to get purchase in zero-gee, but he managed it, shouldering it open until the gap was large enough for him to squeeze through.

Oh. The gravity was back.

Alan was a little embarrassed to admit that it took him by surprise. As soon as enough of him was through the door, gravity tugged him determinedly downwards, and he fell unceremoniously to the ground. He banged his shin on the way down and cursed.

He quickly scrambled up, assessing the situation. Kayo was slumped in one corner, head resting against the wall, knees pulled halfway to her chest. She barely stirred at his entrance.

"Kayo? You okay?" He was at her side in an instant, noting her blue-tinged lips with alarm.

Slowly, her eyes opened.

"Alan…?"

"Hey. Hi." Alan tried to smile reassuringly. "Kayo, do you know what happened to you?"

"Circuit…blew." Her brow furrowed with concentration as she attempted to from a sentence. "Oxygen tank. Damaged."

A quick scan of her suit's system confirmed it. Oxygen levels were low and getting lower, thanks to microfractures along one side of her helmet. Alan took a deep breath and tried very hard not to freak out. His hand found hers and held it tightly. Whether it was to reassure Kayo or himself, he didn't know.

"Look, this station could blow any minute," he said, keeping the wobble out of his voice. "We gotta go. You're gonna have to help me out here, I can't carry you all the way. My noodle arms aren't built for this."

It was barely a joke, but Kayo still smiled weakly at it, struggling to push herself upright as Alan slung her arm over his neck and helped her to stand up. He was suddenly very grateful that the gravity had malfunctioned in the corridors outside; even though Kayo was trying her best to help, Alan was single-handedly supporting most of her body weight, and he wasn't sure he could make it back in time if he had to carry her the entire way back.

"M'sorry," Kayo murmured, head dropping against his shoulder. Her voice was so quiet, so…small, that Alan's throat constricted. It was so unlike her that it scared him.

"Hey, no, don't apologise. We're gonna be okay."

She didn't reply.

They headed towards the half-open door, one shuffling step at a time. Kayo could barely keep her eyes open. Alan made a mental note listen to Virgil next time when he stressed the importance of weightlifting in training. Already his shoulders were aching viciously.

The gap was too small to fit through. Alan glared at it as if it had caused him personal offence, slamming his fist into the button several times - as if that would somehow magically open all the way.

Surprisingly, it did.

Alan blinked. Maybe the infamous Tracy luck had decided to go on vacation for the day.

The switch from gravity to lack thereof was much less jarring when he was prepared for it. It also meant that they moved much more quickly, no longer weighed down by artificial forces. Before long, they were nearly back at Thunderbird Three, thudding to the ground again, Alan barely keeping his balance under the renewed burden of Kayo's weight.

"Can I get some help here?" he yelled out, hoping that one of the crew was in earshot. Sure enough, Clove - the one who'd helped them upon their arrival - came hurrying out, ducking under Kayo's other arm and lifting some of the weight off Alan's shoulders - literally.

"The last of the crew made it back while you were away," she informed him. That was good. It meant he could close the airlock for good once they were safely back in Three, make a breathable atmosphere for Kayo.

Three was in arm's reach now.

As soon as their feet crossed the threshold, he slammed the airlock shut, listening intently for the hiss of air that confirmed the establishment of the breathable atmosphere. Carefully, he reached for the clasps on either side of Kayo's helmet, easing it off her head. Clove hovered worriedly next to him.

It was a sign that he was stressed as hell when the sound of Kayo's shuddering inhale was enough to make him flinch violently. Her hand grasped his arm instinctively as her body tried to get much-needed oxygen back into her system.

"You're okay," he breathed, grasping her forearm back. "Thank fuck, you're okay."

"Yeah." Kayo tipped her head back, chest rising and falling steadily. She gave him a weak thumbs up. "Good…job, kid."

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simplyghoulery · 2 months

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Is my first actual post on this page gonna be about a niche, criminally underrated performance of A midsummer night's dream? Yes. Is no one gonna know what I'm talking about? Yes. Is anyone gonna actually read it? Idk. Maybe some poor soul will stumble across it and wonder why tf someone would take time outta their day to write an essay no one will read. But at least I'll get it out of my system, that is the main goal after all.

Let me explain to you exactly how gay Puck is.

The performance in question features so much sexual tension between Puck and Oberon I was in literal shock the first time I stumbled across it. There is no heterosexual explanation and I will stand by that till this world has returned me to the tender ground beneath my feet.

This is his introduction.

The chaotic man fae is singing his heart out while Oberon is patiently putting up with his drama.

Besides Puck already being characterised by his hypersexual, chaotic nature I think it's worth noting how this in and of itself does not mean much more than that, but context just makes everything make sense, especially when the context is gay.

This is him, taken by surprise by one of Titania's closest servants, Mal. She confronts him, wanting to know who he is and to confirm her suspicion she says (translated literally by me):

"But those who call you Puck, and give you other beautiful names, those you help with good fortune in everything."

And he replies, "Oh you are so right."

This line really sets the tone for who Puck is as a person and the suggestive performance really brings it all full circle. This exchange also lays the foundation in Puck's relationship to Oberon. Oberon is one of those people who calls him by his name, and Puck is the one who grants him fortune by doing his bidding. But why???

Because Puck not only respects Oberon, but is also emotionally dependent on him.

This is the first interaction we have between them.

This is also the first interaction between them.

They really can't seem to keep their hands to themselves. There's such a wonderfully feral energy between them. In the last picture, Puck has rejected the request of getting the love flower for Oberon and Oberon, with a seemingly normal amount of pleading, dives between his legs and snakes himself around him to convince him to do this favour for him. THIS IS THEIR EVERY INTERRACTION BTW- the whole first half of the play is them just acting sexually erratic.

Like there's the bike scene.

In the pictures above, Puck is picking out the love flower Oberon asked him to get, which he has stuck in the front of his pants. And Oberon isn't phased at all. They are lewd and jesting with each other. Their level of casual intimacy (lewd jokes, constant touching, often in a sensual way, and just general physical closeness) isn't really seen anywhere except between the explicit couples in the play.

If anyone is reading this and the thought crosses your mind "puh this is nothing, the sexual inuendo is just another part of his charactization, it doesn't have to suggest anything about his sexuality."

I hear you, but this is not the end of it. We haven't even gotten to the best part.

The woman in these frames is Titania.

First frame: Titania is entering the stage, her own sidekick Mal (mentioned above) has gone out of frame, BUT as she enters, Puck lurks at the edge of the screen, at some point reluctantly turning away as these two magical power houses start to interract with one another. But he's there, almost like a reminder. But of what?

Second frame: Following the previous frame, as Titania and Oberon bicker, she moves onto her monologue about the dire consequences of their conflict (ie. nature is killing itself and famine etc etc.) and in the middle of her speech, PUCK SNORTS. This dude has the audacity to disrupt the fae queen herself. I cannot stress the fact that this was a deliberate decision by someone. BUT WHY???

Third frame: There are several moments (above being the glaringly obvious one) when Oberon is talking about Titania and his plans to get his wife back and Puck is just hovering in the background. WHY??? His bi ass can't stay away.

His everlasting presence in this married couple's relationship is so palatable, you keep wondering why?

This scene is when Oberon is berating him for messing things up and Puck says (again directly translated by me):

"They would have it too easy if everyone was suddenly loving the right person."

Which, in my honest opinion, just sounds like projection. Like if his relationship to Oberon is interpreted as being analogous to a toxic queer relationship he is literally in a relationship with a married man who doesn't intend to commit and is instead continuing to leading him on.

And following this scene is this:

Look at this sad puppy face. He really is coming to terms with the fact that he messed up big time and Oberon is so pissed. Like their relationships is based on a mutual sense of humour but this time, Oberon is not having his continued fuck ups. He needs to fix this. This is his most somber moment in the whole play.

And after he puts his forehead to the man's shoulder, asking for one last chance, Oberon turns to him and gives him the antidote. But day is drawing near and they realise they don't have much time. Puck, freaked out, urges for them to "return to the worms." But Oberon is not having it, he needs to go get the boy and fulfill his plan tonight. He starts to walk away. Puck, however, is torn and panics, letting out a scream of anguish, he drops to his knees, crying.

He cries about the shame of having to flee the light. And Oberon, holding him in his arms, tells him: "But we are spirits of a different kind. The blush of dawn is my friend."

And then he does the one thing that made me lose it the first time I watched it.

To comfort Puck, Oberon makes a low rumbling in his throat. Whether or not it's some sort of magic at play is really up to interpretation. Whatever is actually happening is most likely not brainwashing. Because Puck, after this acts characteristically like himself and let's be honest it would just kinda deminish any meaning behind anything happening if Oberon could just brainwash people to do what he want. Rather: Oberon is either using magic to calm him, or this throat rumbling is just a non-magical (and lets be honest, kinda intimate) way for him to calm someone in distress. More evidence for this not being magical is the fact that he has previously USED IT WITH HIS WIFE.

Y'KNOW, THE FAE SPIRIT QUEEN.

Look at these parallels. He is using the same method for calming his "friend" as he is with Titania, his actual wife. And I genuinely believe this gives Puck hope. Hope for commitment. Hope that after all this, he might still have a chance. But then...

Look how he holds him back, tries to peel him away from Titania. How he keeps reaching for Oberon even when Oberon is pulling away. How his hand stays in the air as he is left behind.

"King of shadows, it is time, the lark is sounding, the day draws near."

He doesn't want him to go west with Titania. He wants him to stay. He wants them to return to the shadows together.

But then, despite his efforts, Oberon and Titania leave, and he is left to clean up the rest of his mess all by himself. He looks so somber as he gestures helplessly to the humans behind him. Aren't you gonna care? I did everything you asked.

And he's so sad. Quietly, and with a noticable venom in his voice, he breaks the remainder of the spell and leaves, walking of the stage, towards the light.

The ending just sends me everytime. That's supposed to be a heterosexual??? That is how you act when you've helped your totally only friend manipulate their partner to get them back together?? A plan which you btw agreed to help with from the beginning?? It's so fishy I can literally feel the scales piercing my eyehole.

You didn't see this coming? You didn't want him to leave you? Oh you just wanted to crawl back into the ground and snuggle with the worms together? Totally makes sense. Yes. Absolutely.

_____

tldr: evidence suggest Puck was queer coded af, being in a toxic relationship with Oberon, in this one criminally underrated swedish theatre production from the 80s and I just went on an unhinged rant about it to not lose my mind.

#a midsummer night's dream #puck #oberon #titania #shakespeare

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gryficowa · 2 months

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In my case, there is a strange situation with AI, because at the same time I am fascinated by this progress and it has a lot of potential, but on the other hand it causes problems, in short, corporations that will lay off people or the like (And we all know how shitty the labor market is, especially for zoomers)

So yes, AI is a godsend, but for young creators (Who can't afford dubbing or the like, it can also help in drawing and learning, without looking for the right photo to draw something correctly, and you have to remember that Google Images is quite sus place), but for employees it is an example of hell, because it is a tool but replacing a person with a tool is quite a problematic topic

So yes, it's a godsend for the poor creators (Although they can still get slammed like the one from the animation by the dubbing actress who wanted to cancel him for using voice AI for the character of Daphne, yes, I don't have much respect for this woman after that, because showed classism and it is disgusting), but corporations have never had a conscience because they have money, but they want more of it and that's the problem

So yes, this topic is complicated, but the hatred that comes from the anti-AI movement is quite problematic, because if I understand all this, it is still problematic, because you can often see classism there, because they can publicly lynch someone for using AI when this person can't afford anything more, which is seriously a big problem in this movement, because now bigger artists are attacking smaller ones again because they can't afford it and I really don't like that here

I have the impression that every excuse is perfect to attack the poorer ones…

So yes, AI opens up many opportunities for those who do not have the budget or sufficient skills (so they can learn by sight), after all, replacing 100% of people with AI is not a very good idea for many reasons, AI is a tool, not successor of a human, needs a human, to use 100% of your skills and potential, because without it, not much will come of it

Yes, I had to write about it, I draw myself (in digital), but this panic, although justified, causes a lot of damage to artists with smaller budgets who cannot afford the same things as larger artists, so they have to look for other alternatives, to be able to create at a similar level to the bigger ones, we cannot avoid the development of AI, but we can interact with it and use it for learning or other options (Or for fun, like me)

I'd like to end this with this

#ai #ai generated #ai art #ai image #artificial intelligence #technology #chatgpt #sora #machine learning #ai artwork

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freepandahugs · 2 years

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Elain Week Day 1: Power

so, i tried something! i had this idea a long long time ago and i decided to post it for elain's week because i can and because i love her.

fair warning, this is angsty. very angsty. think of it as angst with comfort at the end.

Warnings: Beron being sexist (what's new), major character death (i'm sorry about this one but i needed it to happen, hope this doesn't dissuade you from reading)

Word count: 1.7k (short one)

hope you like it, let me know what you think!

"ROSES"

This was not supposed to happen. It was never supposed to happen.

Elain held her breath as Beron stood in front of Azriel, sword pointed. "I call the Blood Duel, Shadowsinger, to defend my son's honor and mate, since he apparently can't do it by himself"

She saw how Lucien shrinked in on himself, unable to step in. She didn't like the idea of hating anyone, but at that moment she hated him. So much. He had the power to stop this bloodbath, he need just say a word to stop the madness his father was trying to cause, but he just stood there. He just stood there, and stared, and did nothing. Like he always did when it came to her. He wasn't willing to release her from the bond, choosing to keep her tangled in it, but never coming near enough so as to not see that she didn't want him. He just kept her there, trapped, under the guise that it was what was best for the both of them.

And now they were here, at the Autumn Court, and Beron was challenging her love to the Blood Duel. Blood would be spilled that day and she hated it. She hated it so much. The whole tradition was so savage, so animalistic, as if she couldn't choose for herself. As if she couldn't ever get out of her bond without consequences. And Azriel would have to kill and maim for her, once again, he would have to tear apart his soul again just to keep them protected.

Gods, how had they gotten into this situation?

"I accept, under one condition Beron." She heard Azriel's answer, and she made a noise in the back of her throat. Tears fell harder and faster. Her vision blurred. This wasn't supposed to happen.

"I don't think you have any right to ask for conditions, Shadowsinger, but I'll entertain you this once. After all, this may be your final request." There was some sort of sick satisfaction in the High Lord's voice, as if he were truly happy he was about to spill blood. The blood of her Azriel.

"Tell your guards to not come after me when I kill you." With that, Azriel unsheathed Truth Teller from his thigh and took a fighting stance.

"Beron, stop this, it doesn't have to go this way" She heard Rhys say from behind her. When had he gotten here? Why was he here?

"Oh, I think it does," Came the Autumn's Lord's answer "It was supposed to go this way the second your spy", he said the word with so much venom, so much disgust. She felt like shredding him to pieces, "decided it was a good idea to lay with my son's property, princeling."

Elain wasn't paying attention, she couldn't. It all sounded far away. All she could focus on was Azriel, ready to fight, ready to kill. She didn't think anyone else could notice, he was too good at hiding his emotions, but she could. She could read him like a book. And he was nervous. His hands flexed and held harder onto Truth Teller, his mouth was in an unusual scowl, his legs weren't as steady as they should be. He was nervous. And if he was nervous then she was as well.

"My sister is no one's property but her own Beron. If you do this, any and all connections you had to the Night Court will vanish, we will not help you when Koschei or anyone else inevitably invades your territory," Feyre's voice also spoke up. "And if word is correct, no other court will come to aid you, you somehow managed to successfully destroy every tie you had to the other Courts, so I would think this through."

"Are you threatening me? Do you think yourself so special, woman? With a hand me down title and a pretty crown, do you think yourself at my level?" Beron had the gall to laugh, a thunderous laugh that shook Elain to her core, "Someone ought to teach you a lesson, I think. Maybe after I am done with your Shadowsinger I can't teach you some manners."

"Don't speak to my High Lady like that, you repugnant piece of shit. How about you quit stalling and fight me, huh? Are you that afraid of me?" Azriel made a quick jab at the High Lord, keeping his eyes locked onto the man. "If you think yourself a man, come and fight me."

"Azriel-"

"Stay out of this, Rhys. The fucker won't stop until he's dead, why not get rid of him now?"

Everyone was so tense, so on edge, and Elain couldn't stand it. Why was this happening? What had they done to deserve this? Did the Cauldron really hate her decision so much, that it resolved to end her happiness this way?

The first clash of weapons took Elain out of her mental fog, and she saw black and red hair around, weapons resounding in the open space. A crowd had gathered, all of Beron's sons cheering the hateful man on, like a bunch of kids. Eris was to the side, assessing the situation, seeing what he could possibly get out of this. Wondering if maybe this was the he became High Lord of the Autumn Court.

Another clash of steel on steel, and Elain's vision started to cloud over, a vision trying to take space in her head.

No no no no no, not right now, please no.

But she was defenseless and the vision took over. And she found herself at the exact same place, only moments later.

Both Azriel and Beron were sweating profusely, both looking tired but not relenting. For some reason, Beron had a wicked smile on his face, even though he was clearly losing.

And then she saw it, one of Beron's horrible sons sneaking near Azriel's back. His shadows here too preoccupied, everyone was looking at the two men fighting and no one noticed as Beron's son lifted a knife, covered in faebane, and stabbed it right in Azriel's back. Until it was too late, no one saw.

…

She thought she heard herself screaming. Trashing, but she couldn't move. As she came into herself she found herself restricted by her sister, holding her back from moving near Azriel. Holding her back from saving him.

Feyre and Rhys were too busy holding her back. She screamed and cried and tried to get out, she tried to get closer to Azriel, to prevent what was about to happen. But she saw Beron's wicked grin, and she saw the second the knife found its place in Azriel's back.

...

She fell to her knees.

Her head went silent, she couldn't think.

She couldn't breathe.

Not as she saw Azriel falling to his knees, as she saw his shocked face. As she saw the light leave his eyes.

Her scream was deafening.

Rhysand and Feyre let her go, too shocked to react. So she ran to his side, knelt next to his body. She touched him everywhere, as if trying to stop the blood from pouring out. As if trying to keep him alive.

"Azriel, love. Azriel. Wake up. Please wake up. This can't be happening, oh gods, this shouldn't be happening. You're all right, you will be. Someone help him. Rhys? Feyre?" She was babbling, saying nonsense. Her tears covered her entire face, they fell onto his pale cheeks as she cradled his head to her chest. pulling him closer. Searching for any signs that he was still there. Thay her lover was still there.

She found none.

She lifted her face, her ears ringing, and looked at Feyre and Rhys, looking for their help. She found them with tears in their eyes, eyes wide in shock. She thought she saw Cassian behind them too, and was that Nesta? Mor? When had they all gotten here? They were all crying, no one dared to make a sound.

And then she looked at Beron.

"You coward... YOU USELESS BASTARD, YOU ARE A COWARD! YOU UNFAIR PIECE OF SHIT! YOU GALLESS COWARD'' She heard herself screaming at the High Lord, all her rage and fear and heartbreak coming out in waves. She was raging, ready to take a knife and stab it in his neck herself.

She wished he died.

With a final sob, she lowered her forehead onto Azriel's unmoving chest. His wings were down, they were limp and lying on the floor. He never let them do that. And oh, they were covered in blood. His blood. They were surrounded by a pool of blood. Oh, gods.

She let out her loudest scream yet.

...

Light emerged from within her as she screamed her heart out. Light went out in every direction in waves, surrounding everyone who stood near her. Her eyes were bright white, shining brighter than the northern star. She was light. She was light and dark, and life and death. Beginning and end. The power coming out of her pushed everyone onto their knees, forcing them to look up at the glowing woman.

And all of a sudden, the world exploded into red.

Roses covered every single inch of earth, roses the color of blood. They went far and wide, as far as the eye could go. Vines grew around, sharp thorns sprouting out of their stems. Trapping Autumn Court guards, trapping them all in a vicious grip. And then came two desperate cries.

Beron and his backstabbing son, held in vines covered in thorns. The vines squeezed tighter and tighter, suffocating them, choking them, but not yet killing them. The process was slow, the screams agonizing. Blood trickled out of their sides, their faces, every place where the thorns touched their skins. Slowly but surely, the creeping plant held onto their necks, until no air could possibly go through.

But no one paid them mind.

Because in the middle of the newly grown garden, where Elain was holding Azriel's body as if her life depended on it, light burst out again. A warm ligh, almost like sunshine, erupted from within Azriel's chest, covering his entire body with a light sheen of light. A light of love, a light of life.

And then a gasp.

A deep breath, taking in the air.

Filling his lungs.

Elain stopped shining. Everyone stayed quiet.

"Elain? Love, why are you crying?"

#elain archeron #elainweek2022 #elain archeron week 2022 #pro elain #elriel #azriel #im sorry #this has some tangled vibes now that i think about it hahaha

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soulsxng · 9 months

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@desiderium-eden, @thewolfisawake | Relationships | Accepting!

"Huh? That's a little sudden. Where do I even start? There's so much that comes to mind..."

Amber gaze flicks toward the little Aifaen, sound asleep where he lay on top of JJ. He'd been watching something while Mimi played with his blocks, but eventually the little one had climbed up onto the couch, laying with his head on the center of JJ's chest, and conked right out.

Every once in a while, a little round ear, reminiscent of a bear cub's would flick with whatever Misne was dreaming about. Soft fuzz making JJ scrunch his chin to his chest to prevent the tickly feeling.

"You know, looking at how things are now, I almost can't believe that, two years ago, I didn't want kids at all. And even after Nia, I was only sort of thinking about it...now here we are. A few months, and I'll have had him for a year already. Time really flies."

"I get why I was scared, though. I still feel like I'm going to mess up, and I don't know what I'd do with myself if I do. I mean, look at him. He's always so happy and sweet. He relies on me, and I'm so terrified that I'm going to let him down. I was talking to my dad about it the other day, and he said that feeling only ever really gets worse. So I guess I'm in for a long ride. There's been a lot of hard stuff aside from that too, though."

"The first time he got sick, I don't think I slept for a whole week because even if I knew that he was fine again after three days, I was worried that it might come back or something. He's always goofing around, especially when Nia comes over to play, so he gets hurt quite a bit. Like when he was climbing a tree the other day-- ah, that's right! He's learning how to use his claws! He climbs stuff now, but then his arms get tired and he loses his grip and falls, and I always think he's gonna break his neck or something, one of the times I'm not quick enough to catch him! Like that day! A bird spooked him, and he fell like six feet! Luckily, he only got a little scraped up...he hardly even noticed it! Just got right back up and kept on playing with Essi!"

"He's a really tough little guy; I'm actually really surprised. The only time he really fusses much is when he wants attention. I guess it's probably because he did a lot of things pretty much by himself when he was in the Aifaen Plains..."

"He's learning to talk a lot better than before, too. I mean, he's technically like...I guess a 6 year old human, but when I first took him in, he'd spent a lot of time in his beast form, so he never really learned how to speak beyond...a two or three year old's level? Or something like that. I'm not an expert on child development or anything, so I couldn't say for sure. He's still a little bit skittish around new people, but if he thinks he can 'sneaky' over to check them out before he talks to them or anything, he's usually okay. He's a pretty good judge of character, so far."

"Let's see, what else! The last couple times we've gone to the river together so he could look at the fish, he's wanted to get in the water to jump at them, so I've been teaching him to swim, just in case. He's so good at it! I hardly had to teach him anything-- I just helped him keep above water at first, and told him how to move his legs and arms. It felt like he was doing it all by himself after just a few minutes!"

"Wait, wait, and then last week, I let him help me repaint his bedroom a little bit, and he got it all over in his hair somehow! We did hand prints on the wall together for all of his friends and family, and I had him do an extra little handprint next to one of mine on some paper, and I have it in a frame in my office; it's so cute...! And then--!"

#[JJ -headcanons-]#[Misne- headcanons-]#It got long so I had to cut him off because he WILL give an entire 300 page dissertation about his son #JJ actually usually tries to spend as much of the day with Mimi as he can #lets him come to work with him as long as it's not something dangerous-- pretty much if Essi can be there Mimi can too #Ahnia's royal staff though has been trying to talk to JJ about starting to set Mimi up with some tutors and stuff soon though #and MAN he's not gonna know what to do with himself when he can't just pop in on Mimi whenever he wants #or bring baby bear around with him all the time #He'll get used to it though #he'll be okay!

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blaiddydbrokeit · 1 year

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I posted 2,196 times in 2022

That's 634 more posts than 2021!

264 posts created (12%)

1,932 posts reblogged (88%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@criedlikeatrueknight

@unxpctedlygreat

@fairyblue-alchemist

@officialfelixfraldarius

@pinkbaron

I tagged 506 of my posts in 2022

#dimi breaks the silence - 110 posts

#fire emblem three houses - 64 posts

#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd - 54 posts

#fe3h ocs - 43 posts

#fire emblem warriors three hopes - 39 posts

#allan montgomery blaiddyd - 39 posts

#felix hugo fraldarius - 38 posts

#fodlan frames - 23 posts

#ask - 22 posts

#rufus thierry blaiddyd - 17 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#it was also the first time i was hospitalized for psychosis and put on meds that i blamed my lack of sense of taste on for the next 7 years

My Top Posts in 2022:

There is only one correct way to play Dimitri in Three Hopes

Play like Dimitri:

-break everything whether you mean to or not

-break Areadbhar from one single Atrocity by accident because Blaiddyd keeps activating even though it's SUPPOSED to be 20% chance

-kill every last one of them, good thing you can't damage your allies anyway

-weapon triangle? No, I'm charging straight into the frontlines.

101 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

I'm in a mood to think about the Faerghus Fathers helping out with each others' kids. Was Rodrigue the designated babysitter father for the Faerghus Four, who is patient and never gets frustrated when Dimitri accidentally breaks something because he's seen it all from Lambert before? Did Matthias tell silly stories about the things that he did with Lambert in the academy with a wistful look on his face? Could Lambert have emptied out a day or two of work just to take the kids camping, and taught them about cooking over a campfire while Sylvain tries to be cheeky? Gunnar meeting Rodrigue for tea to bring their houses closer in understanding, while Glenn, Felix and Ingrid played games?

There is just so much I want to think about.

129 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

I'm not sure how many of my fellow chronic illness pals know this, but when someone says "what are you even stressed about? You aren't even working/studying/whatever daily grind activity, you're just at home lazing everyday", that's not true at all!

You're stressed because your body is trying to keep systems running even through messed up, straight up wrong or otherwise abnormal signals. Different systems are messing with each other and all your little cells are just as frustrated and confused as you are. Your entire body is under a kind of stress that isn't externally applied and people seem to forget that exists a lot.

You're also stressed because the world is moving so quickly and you might be struggling to keep up, or even to cope with drastic world change, or even simply worrying about your own future. You are overwhelmed, it is real, and it is valid.

It is okay to be stressed even if you're not working full time or pursuing your Dreams™️ or studying, even if you're just laying in bed fogging in and out of sleep. Just remember that.

135 notes - Posted September 10, 2022

Fire Emblem Three Blaiddyds

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138 notes - Posted June 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Today I am appreciating Rodrigue's little hints of playful cheekiness. Even in his 40s, for all his refined noble etiquette and calm maturity, he still has his moments of being funny.

Things as implicit as pointing out that Felix is good-looking, all while unsubtly suggesting where it comes from (him), to things much more explicit, like that line of his when you order him to attack "Come, let us catch them napping!" in a tone that is akin to a child playing a prank with their friends.

Rodrigue really isn't as composed and perpetually elegant as you think. Lambert, Matthias and Rodrigue were once all feisty messes and you cannot tell me that Rodrigue was the only logical, level-headed and reasonable one. Matthias? Would throw hands and joke around, but is strategic in getting things done. Lambert? Would throw hands and skip classes from time to time, but cares about others and knows how to lead. Rodrigue? Would joke around and enable his friends' dumbasssery, but knows how to be decisive and assertive when it matters. They had brain cells. They just chose not to use it, as teens tend to do.

Though, now that makes me sad, considering how Sylvain, Dimitri and Felix are all comparatively much less carefree than their fathers were in their time. That somehow for all that they present, it's more than clear still that the future weighs on their mind as much, if not more than the present does.

170 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

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earthtooz · 2 years

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𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘼𝙉 𝘼𝙍𝙂𝙐𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏...

in which: you sleep on the couch after an argument !

ft: gojo, geto, choso, itadori, megumi

warnings: food in geto’s, (minimal) angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

a/n: this is my coping mechanism. i’m sorry if any characters are ooc / NOT EDITED

˚ ༘彡 𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢: arguments with gojo are so very draining. he's uncooperative and it's like talking to a wall that isn't afraid to insult you and aggravate you further. you bail out without communicating what you were trying to say, tired with the white-haired sorcerer's behaviour. you fall asleep that evening on the couch with a scratchy throat, swollen eyes and a singular blanket that only just barely covers your whole body. regardless, you managed to fall asleep somehow, dreading the morning to come.

...only to question why there was an overgrown grandpa dangling off the couch- oh, that's your overgrown grandpa. gojo's arm is wrapped tightly around you, his head buried into your chest. it seems like gojo was the only thing preventing you from falling off the couch in your sleep.

but his harsh words from last night still float around in your mind; so with a shove, you roughly push your boyfriend off the bed, unimpressed. he wakes up with a grunt, probably because of how cold your floor is.

gojo notices your pointed stare and wants to start whining.

"why are you here, satoru?"

"i couldn't sleep without you cause i missed you... a lot."

you see the yearning and tiredness in his eyes and it’s enough for you to cave. although, he had yet to offer an apology, but it's nothing a 'little' scolding can't solve.

˚ ༘彡 𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗢: geto is mature, so arguments with him don’t occur often, nor are they a pain in the ass. in fact, geto’s always willing to apologise and talk it out, never hesitating to put his pride aside. that’s exactly what happens. after a (somewhat) peaceful night on the couch, you’re awoken by the feeling of someone shaking you.

opening one eye, you notice the tall, overpowering figure of your partner bent down to be eye-level with you. he has a gentle smile on his pretty, flawless face. a hand reaches up to tuck the strands of hair away from your face, but lingers at your cheek, holding it gently.

“good morning,” he greets.

there’s the sound of sizzling in the background, “mornin’. are you making breakfast?”

“yeah. it’s an english breakfast kind of morning. that okay?”

“perfectly fine. i’ll make your tea.”

you get out from under the blankets with the help of geto, who you collapse onto while stretching the sleep out of your limbs.

the rest of the morning is spent in silence. you hand geto his mug whilst nursing your own, bumping your hips with his as he cooked breakfast, your smiles widening with every little moment of intimacy shared. this is the best way to re-discuss whatever you both were trying to say last night, except calmer, and over a nice, filling plate of breakfast that was made with the ingredient of the love you share.

˚ ༘彡 𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗢: arguments with choso are the worst :( nor do they happen very often. neither of you let your pride get in the way of proper communication, but on the rare instance it does, you're storming out the room and choso misses you immediately. he's sitting on the edge of your shared bed pouting, head in hands, missing your presence.

then his inner-self slaps him with the 'y/n could be cold! there aren't many blankets in the living room!', so he scrambles to get blankets upon blankets for you.

choso discovers that you're fast asleep in the living room so he takes his time laying the blankets over your figure, tucking them snugly around you, fluffing the pillows as best as possible, ensuring your comfort. he doesn't like that you're separated from him, but he understands that you need space and the last thing choso wants is to bother you.

so, he reluctantly bids goodnight with a gentle kiss to the forehead, but just as the cursed spirit was about to walk off, he feels your hand reach out to grab his wrist, effectively stopping choso in his tracks.

"i'm sorry," you whispered.

"it's okay," he bends down to your level, hands smoothing down your hair, "wanna come back to bed?"

a small nod from you was all he needed.

˚ ༘彡 𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗜: arguments with itadori are... one-sided? almost? yuji is trying to understand, he really is, but it's been a really long day and he just wants to rest; something you eventually come to understand midway into a 'discussion' that's starting to become a little too heated.

so, to calm down, you decide to talk about it later, telling your lover that you'll be on the couch.

"wait, what do you mean you'll be on the couch?"

"it means i'll be... on the couch?"

"wait but why don't you wanna sleep beside me? i'm sorry for disturbing you, let me take the couch instead!"

"yuji, no, it's fine-"

"the couch is so uncomfortable, i can't put you through that!"

meeting his eyes, you're immensely touched by his devotion and selflessness, even when you were giving him such a hard time before. you feel terrible for jumping on him when he obviously needed to sleep, so you give in.

placing a fleeting kiss on the back of his hand, you pull him towards the comfort of your bed, "c'mon yuji, let's go to bed, you must be tired."

˚ ༘彡 𝗠𝗘𝗚𝗨𝗠𝗜: it hurts to say this, but arguments with megumi are… intense and they leave a mark, scarring if not cared for properly. but that said, he’s always careful with you afterwards, never failing to slip a delicate 'sorry' past his lips and spending time with you in reassurance that what he said in the heat of the moment was not what he meant at all.

regardless, you always back out the argument first by claiming a spot in the living room couch. it's an unspoken sign to let megumi know you've had enough for the night.

but a grumpy, dark-haired, ten shadows user isn’t too far behind you, watching apprehensively and disapprovingly as you set up for a night on the couch- away from him.

at this point, you already know what to expect, so the little ‘tsk’ megumi mutters isn’t surprising. the way he stalks over to you isn’t surprising and the way he picks you up and carries you back to the bedroom isn’t surprising either.

“i don’t wanna talk to you,” you half-heartedly murmur, refusing to make eye contact despite clinging to him tightly.

megumi sighs, “yeah, yeah, cry about it.”

the little chuckle that slips past your lips can’t be helped as your lover gently places you on your side of the bed, not leaving without placing a gentle kiss to your temple.

there’s still a lot to talk about, but as of right now, you’re content.

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sugurugetofavoritemonkey · 3 years

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14 February (Gojo x Reader)

✵ Pairing : Gojo Satoru x Female Reader.

✵ Summary : Gojo offers you lingerie for Valentine’s day and wants you to try it on for him.

✵ Word count : 2.1k

✵ Warnings : smut, clothed sex, hot lingerie, bulge kink, creampie, size kink, Gojo’s ego is a warning of his own, lots teasing, nipple play, slight dumbification kink mb?, strength kink (is that a kink?), well tell me if I forgot something.

✵ Note : I think I never wrote that much smut, so tell me if that was okay or not. (At this speed I’m just gonna simp for every anime character on earth ugh).

Also why am I so bad at titles please that’s embarrassing at this point.

ENJOY <3

“Close your eyes for me”, you heard Gojo happily telling you.

It was Valentine’s Day and it seems that Gojo had bought you a gift that he was proud of. He had asked you to sit on the bed while he went fetching it, where he must have hid it. After a few seconds, you could hear his footsteps growing louder the more he was getting closer to where you sat. He placed something into your hands just before telling you to open your eyes.

When you opened them to see a little red bag sealed with tiny white ribbons, your curiosity just grew bigger. Gojo wasn’t one to choose his gifts hazardly, he always put extra care in them, wanting to show his girlfriend that he knew you perfectly well. Gojo also won’t deny the fact that the compliments that ensue will boost his incredibly big ego, and he wouldn’t hesitate to tease you for it.

You started to pull on the ribbons that held the gift close, and put your hand inside, feeling lace material between your fingers, you then took the clothing out and raised it at eye level. It was a beautiful and sexy blue lingerie set. This set, indeed, couldn't be compared to the ones you already owned.

The gift included a beautiful bra, which was almost common if not for the little shape hearted holes at nipples levels. There were also a cute crotchless panties and a garter belt with thigh-high stockings.

Except the stockings, all the lace lingerie was exactly the same color as Gojo’s eyes, an electric cyan blue, making the gift even more detailed, even though you already knew this set wasn’t meant to go outside, and that Gojo already had plans prepared in his mind.

“What do you think about trying it out right now, baby? Just to be sure if it suits you well”, he cheekily grinned down at you.

“You think I don’t know what you want? I can already see your bulge, you horny pervert”, you laughed, while raising yourself to your feet with the lingerie still in your hands, on your way to change in the bathroom.

When you close the door, you can hear Gojo screams at you in his annoying voice, “You should rather thank your fantastic boyfriend for giving you a wonderful gift, you ungrateful brat”.

As you laugh at his attempt to make you boost his ego for the umpteenth time of the day, you remove all of your clothes and start to put on the blue lingerie, the bra, panties and the suspender belt with the stockings.

When you’re finally done, you look at yourself in the mirror, noticing the way that you feel so exposed despite the fact that you took quite a time to put all of this on. You start to think that Gojo didn’t buy these for you but clearly for his own enjoyment, but you’re not surprised, this is Gojo’s style after all.

You opened the bathroom door and stepped outside of it to walk to your shared bedroom. You just let your head peek a little from the door to see your boyfriend sitting where you were earlier, calmly waiting for you. His legs are spreaded as usual, with his elbows on his thighs and his hands dangling between his legs.

When he notices you walking in front of him, he can’t help but smirk teasingly at your entrance. Even though he wears those round black glasses of his, you can definitely see the way his eyes are eating you whole.

He extends a long arm to grab you by the waist to make you stand between his legs, admiring you while he still is sitting on the bed.

He takes all the time in the world to look at you from head to toes.

The way your nippples are hardening from the cold without any material to cover them, the heart shaped material highlighting them.

The way your beautiful thighs are wrapped up in the stockings, the clips of the garter diving a little into your flesh.

While his teasing gaze affect you the more he takes his time to devour you with his eyes, you unconsciously puts your hands in front of your cunny, getting wetter by the second, the crotchless panties making it hard to hide it, your juices starting to trickle down your thighs.

When he takes notice of that, Gojo removes the hand that was playing with the elastic band on your stocking, making it slap against your thigh mere seconds ago, and removes gently your hands hiding your pussy from his curious eyes.

As he saw the mess he had already made of you without even touching you or saying anything, his ego was well boosted, far more than he expected.

“It seems that I already had an impact on you sweetheart, does my gift pleased you that much? Or maybe you’re the horniest one in our relationship after all”, he laughed while removing his glasses and putting them aside.

When his blue eyes looked at you again, taking a second look at your figure, and then sliding his fingers between your wet folds to tease you even more, you couldn't bear his taunting for longer .

“Gojo...”, you whined out.

“What’s wrong sweetheart? You want something? You can tell me, you know”, he tantalizes you even more, now thrusting two of his fingers through your crotchless panties, your thighs trembling a little from the sudden action, making you put a knee on the bed to support yourself.

“You know what I need, just take me, you idiot”, you say through gritted teeths, but you already know that it won’t work with him, Gojo being the annoying person that he is.

“Say the magic word and maybe I will think about it, sweet thing”, he mocks you with his smile, speeding his thrusts in your pussy and stopping when he wanted to, just to annoy you further.

When you refuse to give into him that easily, you decide to bring your fingers to your clit, wanting to bring yourself to climax yourself if needed.

Your poor attempt at defying Gojo is pretty amusing to him, taking your wrist in his free hand to keep you from touching what you shouldn’t, without any struggles from his part.

Gojo decides to take his fingers out from your pussy making you protest just before he takes your jaw in his wet hand, forcing you to look deeply into his piercing eyes, his mouth almost touching yours, almost giving you the kisses you so crave, almost.

“Come on beauty I know you can say these words, you’re a big girl after all hum?”, he smirks.

Even though you don’t like to fuel his ego like that, just the fact that his mouth is so close to yours and that your wetness is dripping out of you due to your frustration are enough to make you beg for him, he always wins anyway.

“...Pleease fuck me Gojo, pleease just do it, I need you”.

He doesn't need further instructions and presses his lips to you, cutting the air out of your lungs just by the strength of his kisses. Gojo takes you in his arms to properly carry you on the bed, putting your head on the comfy pillow, making you lay under his towering presence.

“That wasn’t too hard to say, hm? There’s no shame in being my little slut you know”.

When you try to give him a little slap on the head, he catches your wrist in his palm, again.

“Tch, you know I’m stronger than you and way bigger, why would you try that, pumpkin?”, he mocks as he locks your wrist down the bed just besides your head, then putting his face close to yours, effectively proving his point.

Gojo doesn't bother taking all his clothes off, despite the fact that he’s teasing you all day long, he is after all the horniest in the relationship and can’t wait any more when seeing you so worked up. He only lowers his pants with his boxers and takes out his cock already dripping precum with his free hand.

Even though he is ready for you, Gojo still can't help being the tease that he is and takes his time to rub his tip up and down your slit, wetting himself with your juices, and pressing his cock on your clit, in order to hear you beg even more for him to fuck you.

After a few minutes, where he relished in the way your wet eyes alone were pleading for his teasing to stop, and your hips were pushing against his to make his cock slide into you, he finally entered into you, burying himself entirely with a heavy groan.

He doesn’t wait much longer to start his rapid thrusts, his teasing had already made your poor cunny so much wet that you had almost drench the sheets beneath you, along your thighs and the new panties, the light blue color turning a deeper shade with your juices.

The power of Gojo’s thrusts makes your body jolts towards the headboard, your head almost knocking against it, also making your clothed breasts jump into his face. Gojo can’t resist to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting, practically drooling on them with the way he is overstimulating both of your nipples, alternating every few seconds, causing the little buds to turn red and swollen and making you tear out the prettiest moans from you lips.

When he raises his head to look at his work, your nipples a pretty shade of red with little marks and his drool on them, he then remarks another thing, when lowering his gaze to your tummy. His cock is hitting you so deep and with so much force that a little bulge is showing at the level of your belly. He places his hand on the bump, pressing on it a little to feel the difference when he is in and out of you and he can’t help but let out a loud growl.

“Baby, give me your hand”.

You don’t know how but you find the force in yourself to give him your free hand, considering the other one is still being pressed into the mattress by Gojo.

Gojo then takes your hand in his to guide it down your stomach, pressing it on the bulge moving as his dick enters and leaves your cunt.

“Can you feel me deep inside you?”, Gojo asks you with heavy breathing. And when he catches you biting on your lower lip to hold on a moan, he knows that he isn’t the only one being turned on by this. It even makes him fuck you harder, if that’s possible. Causing the both of you to moan louder and louder in each other's mouths, swallowing the whines of one another as Gojo’s cock is kissing your cervix rapidly when he feels himself near his orgasm.

It isn’t long before he spills himself into you, and he doesn’t stop from fucking his seed into you until you come just after him, your inner walls spamming around his still moving member. Exhausted, Gojo all but collapses on top of you, all his weight crushing you, while you still try to gain your breathing back to normal, your heart quickly beating.

“You’re suffocating me Gojo”, no response, “Heyyyy don’t try to make me believe that you fell asleep on me, I know it’s not the case, you dork”.

When, this time, you finally have the chance to slap him on the head, he puts his weight on his arms and let more room between both of your bodies to let you breathe. Gojo raises his head to look at you sweetly, white hair a mess, blue eyes shining, and as you take the time to admire his natural beauty, he does the same with you, letting you know in his own way.

“You look so cute when you just got fucked dumb”, he smiles at your disheveled hair, bruised lips and half closed eyes.

When he feels that you’re gonna reply back something, he just bends his head down to kiss your forehead gently, effectively silencing you with the sweet gesture.

As you both get up to clean yourselves, you hear Gojo talking to you across the room.

“I hope you also got me a gift for Valentine’s day, baby”, he pouted at you like a child.

“Well, maybe, maybe not”, you say seriously while waiting for his reaction, a smile on your face.

“Heyyy! You better or I take back yours”, he says childishly.

Yeah, Gojo Satoru was indeed a unique man.

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