#I’m both parties in this scenario tbh

[must-be-mr-boggins]

Taking a 5-second break from the Bagginshield angst to bring you this meme I created after an all-nighter, enjoy.

#lotr #lord of the rings #aragorn #books #movies #tolkien #what about second breakfast #like yeah girl what ABOUT it #I’m both parties in this scenario tbh #sorry if this has been done before #I’m just a girl #a girl running on 3 hours of sleep

[jell-o101]

I’m gonna put it out there because my brain cannot contain my excitement for this idea.

First, let me explain.

When I was around…what…6? I was gifted my first ever Gameboy Advance. I only had four games. Hamtaro Ham-Ham Heartbreak (never found all of the ham chats lol), Sonic Advanced (only ever beat the game as Tails because his flying allowed me to swim out of the water when I was drowning), Super Mario World Advanced, and a copy of Super Mario Bros 3 Advanced (gifted to me the day it came out. Never beat it because I kept dying to the sun on world 2 and then lost the copy)

Ok ok. This was my only source of Mario content at the time besides Mario 64, Sunshine, and Mario Party, so 6 year old me thought the “Bros” in the title meant like “friends”. You know? Like “This is my bro!” So little Jell-O here thought Mario and Luigi were friends, not brothers.

But Jell-O, you might ask. They look the same! Surely you weren’t that dumb? You underestimate my stupidity. But at the same time it made sense as to why I thought they weren’t brothers? Peach and Daisy also looked similar to me as a kid, and they weren’t related. So my confusion was justified!

So as a Hispanic child who was bilingual, when I first heard Mario say “Mama Mia,” I concluded that he was Mexican since that phrase also works in Spanish (fun fact, the direct translation of Mama Mia is “Mother of mine”). I should have taken the hint that they were blood related when I also heard Luigi say the same thing every time he died, but my dumb ass was so convinced that they weren’t related that I assume he was Irish because he was GREEN CNLKDWLKCWSNPKSDNKP. Somehow I knew what Ireland was, but not Italy 💀.

With all of this in mind, I wanna make a roommates AU where Mario and Luigi are NOT brothers. Mario is Mexican with a little bit of a potty mouth and Luigi is a superstitious Irishmen who is weary of mushrooms and ghosts (tbh, not that different from canon Luigi)

Just picture a scenario where they both try to gift each other flags of their respective countries, but they confuse both flags for the Italian Flag 😭

Luigi: *staring at the Italian flag that Mario is trying to pass off as the Irish flag* Jesus, Mary, Joseph, Mario, the flag has ORANGE, not RED.

Mario: *staring at the Italian flag that Luigi is trying to pass off as the Mexican flag* What happened to the eagle?

#luigi #mario #Roomates AU #I studied a bit of Irish to make enough jokes for Luigi #Mario stubbing his toe and cursing in Spanish is the funniest shit to me #Luigi’s accent becoming less understandable as he rambles on #and Mario getting confused is also funny to me

[4ngeldusstt]

“M I N E”

A/N: this is not how i originally wrote this, but i tried my best to rewrite it as close as it was before tumblr fking deleted it, anyway this was supposed to be a “just a thought” but it’s too long so here’s a short fic that’s actually just a scenario (?. I really hate the title tbh but that’s all i could come out with rn.

Warnings: alcohol effects, drinking, slight mentions of soft smut but nothing happens, swearing

Word count: 857

The last mission was a success, meaning there was a party going on that same night in order to relieve some stress among us, the soldiers. Levi recently introduced you to alcohol not so long ago, so you didn’t quite know how to handle it nor what your limit was just yet. You decided to have some wine and you started feeling the effects of it, warm blushed cheeks, everything made you laugh, your introvert self becoming more outgoing with every sip.

You were quite popular amongst the male soldiers in the scouts, some of them already were head over heels in love with you, so they took this opportunity and took advantage of your state in the way of sitting next to you, encouraging you to rest your head on their shoulder, they even had fights over who would fill up your cup.

Meanwhile your lover, Levi, was observing from afar his gaze telling everything words couldn’t, the desire to kill all of those fucking bastards if he could was written all over his face, his expression alone was enough to make them shit their pants in fear if they dared to look at him. You both decided that keeping your relationship private was the best decision but he wished, that in this moment, he could let everyone know how your heart belonged to him.

Even in your state you noticed when Levi stood up and left, to his office, you already knew that. Following his steps soon after, not even bothering to knock on the door you made your way to the comfortable looking leather couch, looking at him with half lidded eyes and a smile, he didn’t even bother to look your way ever since you came in but your stare was piercing enough to make him finally notice you. “How are you feeling?” He eyed you before going back to the paperwork in front of him.

He was upset, not at you but to them, he couldn’t blame you for being so perfect every soldier in the scouts dreamed of marrying you. “Mhm, how can wine taste so bad but make me feel so warm and fuzzy huh?” You said closing your eyes leaning back into the cushions. “I damn the day I let you try out alcohol for the first time, you clearly don’t know how to handle it.” He scoffed, furrowing your brows for a second before it hit you, he was jealous. A smirk creeped into your lips as you slowly got up and made your way to his chair, taking a seat on his lap.

Your lips lingering near his ear whispering “are you perhaps… jealous?” Smiling as you noticed his grip on your hip get tighter. “What if I am? I hated seeing them all over you and not being able to do anything about it, you are mine and mine only.” His voice lowering an octave, causing you to clench your thighs together, he was well aware of the effects his voice had on you and he wanted to tease you a little bit. “Hmm you might have to remind me who I belong to.” You were so needy for him, the alcohol on your system making you more emotional and the ache between your thighs worsen, he chuckled softly in response of your actions, “oh and I will, don’t worry. But not today, I’m sorry.” You whined and pouted at him, disagreeing with his decision.

Even though your were conscious enough and aware he was not going to do anything with you if he was sober and you were not, it wouldn’t feel right. “Come on, let’s take you to bed.” He said as soon as he realized it was taking everything in you not to fall asleep on him, due to the effects of the wine wearing off. He carried you bridal style and gently placed you onto the mattess of the bed you both shared. He helped you out of your clothes and placed one of his shirts covering your bare body that was a little too baggy for you, eyes closed not fully asleep yet, “mhm, thank you.” You said, “Anytime” he smiled softly even though you could not see him, soon after your head was placed on his chest as you started feeling his fingers slowly combing through your hair, leaving feathery kisses on your forehead every now and then as he read a book, you knew Levi barely slept, and today was no exception.

Prior to you passing out, you heard a faint whisper saying “I love you” into your hair followed by the soft touch of his lips pressing against your forehead lingering there a little longer than usual, it was such an intimate and loving act from a Levi that he, with time, managed to grow more comfortable in showing you, tightening your grip around his torso in response as you managed to mumble a weakly “I love you, thank you for loving me back.” before finally giving up and allowing yourself to succumb into a deep slumber, who knew humanity’s strongest soldier could be this gentle?

You did.

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #snk levi ackerman #levi ackerman x y/n #levi ackerman x you #aot imagine #aot x reader #aot x y/n #levi ackerman angst #levi ackerman fluff #levi aot #levi x reader #aot levi #captain levi #snk levi #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman imagine #levi ackerman x female reader #levi angst

[jacesbeloved]

jace taking care of drunk you headcanons

a/n: sneaked this in while writing my report lol bc i randomly got the motivation !? not rlly proofread but i rlly love the short scenario heheh pls do enjoy and tell me your thoughts or feedbacks in my asks! i love receiving them!

part 1

we’ve seen jace being taken care of but how about him taking care of you?

jace on a normal day is already so caring and patient with you. he’s raised a gentleman and you can evidently see it by the way on how he talks to and treats you with such gentleness and care

always helping you, letting you enter first, holds things for you, helps you with getting dressed, you name it, he’s willing to help you

though he knows your limits when it comes to drinking, he doesn’t really control you that much since he knows you can handle and limit yourself just fine

or so he thought

when you had been invited by your acquaintances in your house for a lord’s naming day, jace willingly went with you for the celebration

sitting beside the different lords and noblemen and women while you had fun chattering around your friends and drinking wine and congratulating the said lord

your friends in your house were a little too fun. giving you cup after cup of fine wine while you drink it up as soon as you are handed it

as the time passed, you grew rowdier

joining the drinking contest on who could finish the big glass of beer the fastest while jace watched you with amusement and slight embarrassment. the trickle of the liquid falling down to your chin as the guests cheered at you when you finish the glass

that was apparently it for you

jace swooping in by your side to hold you up as you stumble dizzily after smugly announcing your victory. swiftly hooking your arms around his neck

“okay, that’s enough”

“but the celebration’s just begun!” you whine, pouting at the prince

he rolls his eyes, of course he does

“we’ve been here for hours, my love. you have the liberty to come back here tomorrow, i can have your breakfast ready and ask for the carriage as soon as you wake so you can stay longer tomorrow”

but you didn’t want to leave the celebration, your mind’s still a little hazy and you didn’t care abt anything at that moment aside from being with your house

you didn’t even know the celebrant tbh

when you used your greatest weapon puppy eyes jace reluctantly let you stay in the celebration but keeping a close eye on you

half an hour of being able to party once more, you waddle back to your betrothed’s lap

“care to go back to our chambers now?”

“yes please”

he chuckles at your reply and you thought he’d just excuse the both of you and help you walk out but no

the man picks you up bridal style and leaves the room with every pair of eyes on the two of you while he nods at the lords in excuse

but you didn’t know about it because you were drunk as fuck until one of your friends told you abt it the following day

you had your eyes closed peacefully while jace took glances of you every now and then, his heart growing bigger at your peaceful state

“gods, i’m truly in love” he thought each time

it was all going splendidly, you two were almost near your chambers and all that

when you woke to jump out of his arms, falling to the stone floor as you vomited your guts out at the grass

“y/n? y/n!? oh gods, do you need the maesters?! call the-“

“gods, it’s just wine jace calm- ough-”

he held your hair and clothing up while you proceeded to deposit everything, his eyebrows furrowed and all that. the guards walking around looking at the two of you with confusion

when you finished, he wiped your mouth off with the sleeve of his top and rubbed your back. picking you up gently as he rushed back to your chambers

he immediately took you to the wooden tub, making sure to bathe and wipe you off of whatever vomit that may have spurted on your face and chest

you watched him with lovesick eyes while he looked at you weirdly

“don’t look at me like that, my love”

“why? i’m just looking”

“you’re drunk, my love. we cannot do it” he immediately shuts you down, trying to make up for it by kissing your cheek and ruffling your hair

you glare at him while he just smiles lovingly at you, focusing on cleaning you up and readying you for bed

despite numerous advances from you, like long kisses and lingering touches which jace had to resist with every bit of patience and self-control that he had, he finally gets to lay you on the bed

snuggling up to your husband that changed into his pajamas as well

“you didn’t drink?” you asked, studying his face as he wrapped his arms around you, letting your head rest on his arm

“i did, just not a whole gallon like you” he laughs at that, you hitting his chest while glaring at him

unlike him, you were a silent drunk

happily letting the air fall silent as your eyes grew sleepier the more jace rubbed your arm in circular motions

the two of you lazily kiss when you look up, sounds of lips moving against one another filling up the room

when one of you pull away, a grin is immediately seen on your faces

he rests his forehead on yours, keeping your body close to him as you teo shared your body warmths

slowly, jace’s smooth voice singing a lullaby in broken high valyrian makes you melt into his arms, sneaking your head underneath his chin as you inhaled his smell

“did uncle daemon taught you that?”

“no, i learned it for you. the lullaby”

a small smile creeps onto your lips, thankfully you had your head smooshed into his neck so he couldn’t have seen it

when he felt you already snoring by his chest, he pressed another kiss on your forehead while tightening his hold on you. making sure that you’d feel safe even if you’re already sound asleep in his arms

part 1 <3

#jacaerys imagines #jacaerys velaryon #hotd #jacaerys targaryen #jacaerys velaryon fic #jacaerys x reader imagine #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys fluff #jacaerys imagine #house of the dragon #jaecaerys headcanons #jaecaerys x reader headcanons #hotd headcanons #asoiaf #jacaerys velaryon x reader

[muirmarie]

mcspirk month mYEAR planning post

idk if anyone likes these (these being planning posts), but here, it feels weird to have it tucked away in my notes when my BTHB and mcspirk bingo planning posts are on here, so. anywho. you know the drill: this is just me rambling, feel free to ignore!!

the bolded are those i still don't have a plan for <3 - as per my usual these are all tos unless otherwise noted

Day 1: Forced Proximity (“this isn’t a blessing,” mccoy hisses. “one day,” the king says, “you’ll see that is it.” - the one where spock and kirk cannot get more than an arm's length away from mccoy for 30 days w/o causing him debilitating pain)

Day 2: Touch-starved (spock and kirk cuddle mccoy out of touch starvation - this is like 75% done, I just need to finish it)

Day 3: Only One Bed (established mckirk to mcspirk. um. very nsfw. by far the most nsfw i’ve ever even considered writing lmao. currently sitting at almost 12k, probably will be around 15-17k all told. i don't even know how to describe this. kirk aggressively helping spock play gay chicken with mccoy until mccoy finally believes spock wants both of them, idk.)

Day 4: Hand Holding (maybe the one where spock & kirk slowly gaslight mccoy into holding hands with them - yes the tags are spones but i am very certain kirk would be very happy to gaslight mccoy into hand-holding as well)

Day 5: [hurt comfort or against a wall (no story planned)]

Day 6: Protective McCoy (no story planned)

Day 7: Hand Kink (the one where spock is cucked w/ hand sex lmao)

Day 8: Public Display of Affection (would you still love and/or employ me if i was a worm?)

Day 9: Spock is a Hopeless Romantic (the flirty spock one probably?)

Day 10: [Hands or a bonus (no story planned)]

Day 11: Fuck or Die (vulcan sex magic hanahaki, this is, like. I have elements of it, but it’s not nailed down yet quite how it works. it's a vulcan disease but naturally mccoy's the one who gets it.)

Day 12: Aliens Made them Do It (the plato’s stepchildren one - i've been poking at this one since. like. january lmao. it's maybe 30% done, but it's not gonna be super long, i'm just slow with it. it is. hm. not a fluffy story. the platonians decide that mccoy simply needs to learn to say yes to them. how helpful they have spock and kirk around to help underscore the point.)

Day 13: [time loop or sex in a three way body swap or a bonus (no story planned, BUT do I really wanna write another time loop fic and/or can I really handle writing another smut fic lmao. If I did do time loop tho it would be the one where Kirk refuses to leave the time loop until he can solve the no-win scenario, i just don’t know how that goes yet. The sex in a three way body swap would be the AOS mcspirkura one, probably. Or the tos spones to mcspirk one. idk idk.)]

Day 14: Tarsus IV (kirk: i always knew i’d die alone. this is....jim character study, i think? I do need to come up w/ a happy (or at least: not sad) ending for it tho. So I’m still Thinking about this one.)

Day 15: Fake Dating (the one where the royal is trying to marry mccoy in order to keep him, and spock and kirk independently decide to fake date him to save him. also sarek loves trashy romance books. background uhura/scotty.)

Day 16: Lost the Ability to Speak (bones and uhura signing in federation common sign language - yes that's vague but all i need is something to center around tbh)

Day 17: McCoy Hurt w/ Spock & Kirk Comfort (this is like 95% of what i write lmao but i don’t have a specific plot yet)

Day 18: [Jealous Bones OR Oral Fixation (no story planned but it it’s jealousy it’s not gonna be traditional jealousy, bc I’m generally not a fan of jealousy storylines (unless all parties are unaware that they’re jealous - those I find VERY funny)]

Day 19: [Kirk is Missing, Presumed Dead or a bonus - probably a bonus (no story planned)]

Day 20: Accidental Voyeurism (okay the one where mccoy wakes up and his arm is trapped underneath kirk’s head and spock’s holding that hand as he’s laying on top of kirk and making out with him. I will have to find a plot tho. a reason. a Reason. It’s not established spirk either)

Day 21: Bondage (heh established spirk discovering mccoy’s penchant for getting tied up and/or tying others up and then literally not able to shut up about their platonic friends private habits for like a solid three months. they only care platonically of course. you don’t need those other ppl to tie you up bones you’ve got us. this one’s about 10% started.)

Day 22: Mirrorverse (mirrorverse katra sharing, it’s a whole thing, this is out of my wheelhouse but i have some Ideas, but this one isn’t going to be anytime soon)

Day 23: [reunion or teasing or a bonus (no story planned) - *eta actually for teasing i could maybe do the one where spock conducts an "experiment" in a private lab where he has mccoy & kirk work on a project for him while he gets extremely handsy w/ them - he's doing a study ("study" - they're all aware this is just spock's ideal version of foreplay) about human arousal in a working environment, and they're supposed to not let him distract them*]

Day 24: Temporary Blindness (this is going to be such a long messy mccoy whump story tbh. orpheus and eurydice part two. before i can even really start it tho i have to decide on pov, because that….really affects things for this one. but i mostly know how the story goes. also not anytime soon tho, maybe not even this year)

Day 25: Praise Kink (i COULD go temporary awkward ability if i don’t want to write anything too sexy, but the planned version is, like, kirk blossoms like a bashful babe and spock is genuinely moved when it comes to praise, but mccoy turns bright red and wants them to stop? BUT they like so much the way he flushes and struggles to accept the praise that they ask him to be good for them because THEY like it, and so he’s absolutely mortified but still? allows it for them? and they of course like it because they want to make him accept it.)

Day 26: Expectations vs Reality (counseling fic! The one where spock and kirk are dating but still somehow drag mccoy to their relationship counseling.)

Day 27: Vacation Gone Awry (no story planned)

Day 28: Awkward Spock (checking for pulse over the liver instead of the wrist because he forgets where human hearts are when jim or leonard is hurt)

Day 29: Getting Interrupted (mcspirk sexy 3d chess - that’s right they’re interrupting mccoy’s WORK lmao)

Day 30: Desperate Measures (the enemy within one that’s 80% finished where kirk’s wolf and sheep sides both have to have sex w/ mccoy while spock melds with them both, all for very important science reasons - don’t worry about it.)

Day 31: Insecurity (*eta - mccoy gets out of a LDR and is bummed, and kirk tries to cheer him up by putting his name up for the underground "sexiest starfleet officer" bracket that scotty & uhura are running, to prove to mccoy that ppl find him attractive. unfortunately it turns out the crew finds him VERY attractive, kirk is having some jealously-related revelations, spock is gonna kill jim if he has to watch mccoy get asked out one more time, and mcco is yay close to having a nervous breakdown from being turned into a sex symbol*)

Bonus 1: nightmares (look this is fucked, just trust me this is a very messy thing and it is very fucked and i have to make all my maths fit together before i write it or it will feel too flimsy and fall apart, but. kirk's trapped in a nightmare by a parasite that bleeds into the waking world (there are reasons for it) that cause physical damage to mccoy. spock melds w/ kirk to try to change the dream. this has unexpected side effects. - this one WILL be written for mcspirk month i just don't know what day i'm replacing yet.)

Bonus 2: pet names (i think i might be able to fit the kiss me/fuck me fic into this prompt but i’m not 100% sure yet - aka the one where mccoy & kirk use “kiss me” as a SFW swear for “fuck me” and “don’t make me kiss you” as a SFW swear for “fuck you” and annoy everyone around them w/ this silly in joke until one time mccoy says “kiss me” w/o thinking to spock, and spock’s just. hmm. don’t mind if i do. and kirk thinks it’s so funny he starts kissing mccoy all the time as WELL. very pre-them even realizing they want a relationship (except for spock, spock has Plans, thank you). this will be written at SOME point, it depends if i need another bonus/if it fits the prompt enough.)

Other bonuses i’d consider if i need them, but no stories planned: blindfolds, misuse of the bond, uhura helps them out.

Other vague stories i have that i could rotate until they might fit a prompt: pacific rim au, space forgetties, [number]+1 of mccoy getting kissed awake/the +1 getting kissed to shut him up, spock going through the wringer re: mccoy getting hurt (that was written spones but could easily by mcspirk), empath era katra au, post-empath spock won't stop touching mccoy, katra transfer requires a kiss, this isn’t even all of them, it genuinely is absurd how many tag spirals i’ve written like this lmaoooo /sigh 

#mine

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hey hey, I’m not entirely sure if Yandere type stuff is against the rules or not since it’s not specifically stated but I’m feelin a little possessive >:)

Can I request an LJ x a possessive!Reader who is willing to do anything to keep him in their possession? Even going so far as to shove him into that little box for a way longer period of time than he’d probably like

If you’re not willing to do this ask feel free to delete! Your content is awesome and I like the way you headcanon clown boy :)

Laughing Jack x possessive!reader !

usually i would turn down requests like this but this did spark some unique ideas that i dont think i would otherwise explore or talk about so uhuh! going to try to end this on a good/happier note simply because i dont.. like the idea of this being a cycle of things, you know? or at least there will be an attempt naturally this isnt going to be my standard cute and sweet writing stuff </3 actually the first chunk of it is lightly touching on jacks personal trauma

okokokok so the main idea that got me thinking was like. i think jack actually hates being stuck in his box, at least for extended periods of time or being forced to stay inside. i think a lot of this stems from the fact he was abandoned, and thus in the box for... how long was it? at least some decades... that messes with someone; including someone as silly and joyous as the clown

so i think, even after he kind of gets all warm and fuzzy feeling'ed about being so wanted and desire by his partner (remember, abandonment issues, you being absolutely all over him helps reassure him that youre not going to be going anywhere.. hopefully), those other issues start to peak in

at first he might think its a game when you try to keep him in his box for longer, be it because youre out and about with it or youre physically pushing him in the box because that way you yourself are reassured that hes still here... or some other scenario...

treats it lightly the first few times but as you try to keep him inside more and more hes going to start pushing back; whether that be physically or emotionally

knowing jack its going to be more physical. not to make it sound like he hits you, but i do think he would forcefully eject himself from the box which in turn might send you back a bit

obviously, like most other problems he might try to laugh it off, but thats not a solution... so its just going to keep going and possibly get worse

eventually its going to come to a head and hes probably going to start hiding his box so you cant try to shove him in it... or he might just outright try to stop using it... i mean its not like he would die without (winks)

(jkjk he can live outside of it but new hc, jack will die if his box is destroyed.. though its more durable than your standard box)

(which... makes me wonder how jack feels about his own mortality. maybe he doesnt know that if it breaks hes done for? might tackle that in another post tbh)

if either of you want any hope of the relationship carrying on, or for lack of a better wording... for the human party to keep existing (because jack is not above offing those he deems himself close to) (cough cough isaac) then you are both going to have to set very firm boundaries and try to find the root to why youre so possessive of him and find ways to cope and find healthier alternatives to... trying to confine him

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #laughing jack x reader #laughing jack x you #laughing jack imagine

[changeling-fae]

1, 14, & 21 (not Nemo, haha!) for the Dark Urge askmeme! also any other numbers you desperately want an excuse to share ^^

I’ll post for both my Durge’s, Nym and Casira.

And also I apologize for its length. It’s a chonker.

Nym:

1. What circumstances led to your Dark Urge becoming their class/subclass?

Nym’s an abyssal tiefling (granddaughter to Graz’zt) and her bio-father (not Bhaal) was a divine soul sorcerer to Eilistraee, so normally she’d be a a divine soul sorcerer but I have her as a wild magic sorcerer because her abyssal blood and her spark of divinity doesn’t play nice with each other. It’s a constant war inside of her.

She’s a bhaalspawn because her abyssal cambion mother basically at one point had sex with a bhaalspawn, and I headcanon that succubi/incubi steal the essence of people they sleep with and their bodies then corrupt it with whoever they knock up/get knocked up by. I know technically cambions aren’t succubi/incubi but being the daughter of Graz’zt, I’m giving her some leeway. So she stole the sperm/essence of a bhaalspawn and for funsies, mixed it in with the child of the divine soul sorcerer man she was currently tricking/banging. So Nym has three parentages technically.

But yeah, she’s mechanically a wild magic sorcerer because her particular concoction of existence doesn’t play nice with each other.

She’s multiclass bard because she loves music and her day job when not doing stuff with the cult (which she was already trying to pull away from) is entertainment. Only time she ever feels at peace.

14. How good of a liar is your Dark Urge? How do they feel about lying?

Nym is an excellent liar and feels nothing when she does it. She’s not a habitual liar, she only does it when she feels she needs to to protect herself, but she has no qualms about doing so. I think if she has to do it around someone she cares about, is the only time she feels some guilt. Or at least, discomfort.

21. What are 2-3 songs that your Durge would relate to?

Paint It, Black by Ciara - Nym feels so much darkness and bitterness and she doesn’t want to.

Big God by Florence and the Machine - Definitely one of her main songs, not just for lyrics but the dancing in the music video. She secretly worships Eilistraee as her father did but she’s so conflicted and desperate for some form of salvation but also laments and despairs against the gods.

Death Wish by Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit - My girl has got bad depression and she’s definitely the girl in this song’s scenario. The lines “Who’s gonna save you, who’s left to pray to? What’s the difference in a breakdown and a breakthrough?” fits her like a glove.

Bonus question for her:

2. Did your Durge have any romantic and/or sexual relationships prior to their illithid adventure? If yes, who was it with and what was it like? If no, how did they feel about being single?

Ok so Nym has a very complicated and messy relationship to both sex and romance. She’s had a few romantic partners, whom she usually breaks up with because she feels she’s a danger to them and/or she feels they deserve someone without her baggage.

She was in a relationship with one of my Tav’s, Cillian Baker, and he was her last serious romantic relationship before she broke up with him.

She’s rather hyper-sexual but uses it as way of self-harm tbh. She’s a CSA survivor and her relationship with sex is rather unhealthy. She likes sex in the moment but afterward deals with extreme self-loathing. She also tends to choose dangerous or questionable men for ONS because sometimes she wants an excuse to murder someone, always a toss-up.

Right before the game, going on for several months, she actually had a relationship with Raphael at the Devil’s Den. It wasn’t sexual or romantic; she originally came to his presence because a woman she was close to and had feelings for liked to party (using it as a coping method herself) and they ended up in the DD.

Nym clocked him for a devil right away and he knew she was Durge and found her a novelty/would be a yummy soul but more an idle interest. She was worried her friend would get in trouble around him (I’m picturing him catering intimate sinful little parties for him to find souls in).

They slowly danced around each other over the course of months, and came to play lanceboard as a regular occurrence. Eventually her friend basically met someone and got clean and while Nym was happy for her, she’s just so damn lonely. I’ll probably post a separate post on her and Raphael’s relationship because it’s long but basically she comes back to the DD and resumes their game nights.

He finds her amusing and they have a weirdass connection that can’t quite be described. At some point they do get into a tiff, she got too close to his little spark of humanity on accident and it made him lash out.

She doesn’t show up for a number of weeks and he doesn’t think much of it and then oh, would you look at that, she’s one of the abducted and has some memory loss. That’s when his interest spikes immensely and then the ingame stuff. She feels a connection to him but doesn’t know why and it pisses her off, lol.

Ok, now onto my second Durge:

Casira:

1. What circumstances led to your Dark Urge becoming their class/subclass?

Casira is a cleric of Selûne (light domain). How that happened is basically, the Bhaal cultists used the corpse of an aasimar of Selûne (one of Aylin’s sisters) in a profane ritual that used Bhaal’s blood to fill the empty vessel. Created a baby bhaalspawn but that tiny spark of Selûne remained.

She grew up conflicted, raised in the cult but never feeling right. Selûne tried to reach her a few times in her life but it was too dangerous/Sceleritas Fel was always watching and it put Casira in danger.

Her cleric powers really only came forward once Casira was abducted and no memory because Selûne took that as her chance to influence her.

14. How good of a liar is your Dark Urge? How do they feel about lying?

Not that good, tbh. She’s fairly honest and upfront if you ask her questions. She finds lying difficult to understand and doesn’t like doing it. It gets her into a lot of trouble.

21. What are 2-3 songs that your Durge would relate to?

Eva by Nightwish - Definitely her in both lyrics and vibes.

The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives - “I shine only with the light you gave me” is very her.

Fake Wings by Kajiura Yuki - The solemn/melancholy tone fits her.

Bonus question for her:

25. How does your Durge feel about Sceleritas Fel?

Terrified. Even without the memory loss, she was terrified of him. He was put in her life because he/Bhaal could sense Selûne on the sidelines. If she didn’t do the murders and rituals enough times or ever showed reluctance, she was severely punished and Bhaal would overtake her body and control her (where the really nasty Durge lines happen, like necrophilia, etc). So she learned that to keep her body in her control, she had to do the serial killing.

His “naughty naughty” was usually a precursor to her punishments so when she got that dream in the third act she was so terrified of falling asleep for weeks.

#bg3 #bg3 durge #ask meme #csa mention #nym is honestly like if laura palmer from twin peaks were in bg3 #oc: nym the drow'ri #oc: nym the abyssal tiefling #oc: casira #bg3 raphael

[horsetailcurlers2]

YET ANOTHER long and obnoxious stream of my thoughts while watching greys anatomy for the first time (season 12 because i’m back, babey)

-bailey i love you but you are in way over ur head

-the music this season is insane tbh. soft piano covers of megan trainor and iggy azalea?? is this a choral cover of “shake it off”????

-i love maggie actually

-wait, maggie, bestie. i thought we ALL mutually decided as a group that none of us were gonna kiss interns anymore. stop it

-i love that ellen pompeo is just using her natural voice/accent now. i feel like she definitely put on a “meredith voice” in the early seasons

-okay, i’ve seen clips of this whole edwards-wilson-amelia conflict on tiktok. with context, jo and amelia don’t come off as AS bad but it’s still wild that jo just assumes edwards is lying AND that amelia believes it too. like, i get that edwards has been known to lie and finagle things to work the system, but still a crazy leap to make. not the first time jo has just ran with an assumption. tbh i think amelia is the most in the wrong in this scenario.

-i really like the way this dinner party episode is filmed!

-also: the only social scenario i can imagine more nightmarish than a new partner straight up abandoning you at a dinner party full of strangers is if the dinner party happens to be hosted by the woman you helped make a widow

-“skanks, PERHAPS?” i love maggie

-i love meredith so much but sometimes it feels like she doesn’t get that amelia is grieving too. i get it. and i know that amelia can be brash and childish and also that mer is used to dealing with her pain in a very solitary way, but i think it would’ve been better if they’d grieved together.

-i guess the writers decided the beating meredith takes every season was gonna stop being figurative

-i like meredith and amelia’s relationship a lot more than i thought i would. they are very very different people and i like seeing them sort of not knowing how to navigate each other or their relationship with each other.

-obsessed with arizona and richard’s friendship

-i think my brain just skips over anything about april and jackson

-i am so deeply confused about this single leg surgery thing. is this guy just supposed to hop around like the pixar lamp?

-lowkey i hate jackson

-i am genuinely confused about why catherine thinks it’s necessary to sue april???

-ben is going a little cuckoo bananas.

-why is he shocked and flabbergasted that he’s suspended????? what the fuck did he think was gonna happen???

-what is callie on about??? has everyone lost their damn minds???!!

-one thing about meredith grey is that she loves a pair of belted loose pants and some sensible loafers

-i don’t feel as bad for callie as i probably should. like… this is kind of your fault.

-edwards needs to CHILL

-owen and amelia are both way too impulsive to be with each other. they both need to be with people less impulsive to balance them out

-i know it’s just a real life logistics issue but i genuinely cannot fathom a universe in which addison doesn’t come to amelia’s wedding

-i do think she’s being unreasonable but part of me loves grouchy mean meredith

-“nothings wrong with owen” “well, he could use some sun” meredith PLEASE

-i always thought that april had DIY mom energy but this IS NOT what i meant

#i wasn’t gonna keep posting these but yk what fuck it #maggie pierce they will never make me hate you #amelia shepherd they will never make me hate you #meredith grey please for the love of god take a spa day babe #greys anatomy #meredith grey #jo wilson #amelia shepherd #maggie pierce #these are all tagged under #greys reactions

[swaps55]

Sorry, long post but I just needed to get what’s in my head shared with someone out there with a couple hidden questions in there:

So my head canon Shep has a lot of similarities to Sam despite the very different backgrounds. At the end of ME3, Jon Shep struts (as much as possible) determinedly towards Destroy.. Then as StarChild asks Shep if they would consider any other option Shep flips off the AI while sternly stating “I was promised cuddles and I’m cashing in on no matter what”.

So, would Kaidan’s “I’ll fight like hell to hold you again” reinvigorate/encourage/help Sam to see it through to the end? 

Also, thank you for the WIP-Whenever link (I still can’t find it in your posts, yes, I am most helpless) and I keep imagining how they end up there.  I headcanon Grimson Academy taking place right after the Coup and on the shuttle ride back to the Normandy, Kaidan feels out of place and unqualified to be around the crew having fun so he goes and sits up with Steve and sees if there’s anything he can help with even if its just to chat a bit.  Shepard at first thinks Kaidan is very tired (recently healed, lots of biotics used, Jack is a bit loud and overwhelming…)  Then the mission with Jacob.  Once again on the way back to the Normandy as Jacob and Shepard reminisce, Kaidan goes up front with Steve.  Shepard starts to wonder if Kaidan just wants nothing to do with anything Cerberus and is pained as he just wants to share the good parts of his time spent away and mistakenly doesn’t see that Kaidan is just guilt ridden.

Then the mission to check on the Araklah Company and saving Grunt.  Garrus, knowing what Kaidan is about to do, goes and sits in the copilot seat first while telling Kaidan he’s exhausted and needs to sit and shoos him away back to Shepard.  Shepard is beamingly happy introducing the two and talking about birthing Grunt and some of his crazy stunts during the Collector mission.

Cut to the Ardat Yakshi monastery.  Kaidan takes more interest in Samara and interacts with her.  However, due to the banshees screams, Kaidan’s head wants to go migraine mode but isn’t fully one. The crew is having some sort of party in the lounge so there’s more noise.  Shepard carries Kaidan from the Starboard Ob’s couch and basically cradles Kaidan.  Chakwas comes to check to see if Kaidan needs anything.  As the door opens and light pours through, Kaidan buries his head deeper into Shepard’s arm.  Chakwas asks if everything is okay and Shepard just looks down at Kaidan, smiles, and says ‘yeah. Yeah, everything is going to be okay.’

Cue Kaidan waking up and your WIP-Whenever occurring.  Kaidan has that Fugue dream of Shepard and trying to hold him as he wakes up.  This time it works.  The part that died along Shepard comes back to life and some of the colder/harsher side of Kaidan leaves. (basically like how Sam has a Sam side vs butcher side Kaidan has a Kaidan side and Major personality).

Throughout this Kaidan talks to Steve and kinda uses him as therapy as both lost their significant other to Collectors.  So my question is do you think you’d poke at Kaidan/Steve interactions? How would Steve react if his husband came back and work for the enemy? Can Steve help Kaidan heal? Does Kaidan still need to heal?  Furthermore, I can’t decide if Shepard would feel jealousy towards Steve? Would Sam think Kaidan is trying to romance Steve or is that just adding unnecessary drama just for the sake of adding angst.  I can’t decide what my Jon would do so I’m curious what would go on inside Sam’s head.

This reads a bit like a fic but I’d never make it one as it steals way too much from Sam and I’m simply not  a writer but would like feedback so I can mentally play with scenarios.

Also, while many are eagerly awaiting Horizon, I can't wait for Mars as Sam has to watch his nightmares unfold right in front of him (and Liara too tbh).

Oh gosh, I LOVE this ask. Thank you!

If you want to know what the thought process has been as to ‘how do Sam and Kaidan reconcile, actually?’ this is kind of what it looks like. Throwing a lot of spaghetti at the wall to see what sticks.

First, the ending. I have spent 12 years now hating the ME3 ‘endings’ with every fiber of my being. I will quite literally die mad about it. But I’ve spent those 12 years trying to envision an ending I would feel good about, that would give me closure, and do justice to the characters I love so much. I finally got there, and I am beside myself over it. While I intend to keep most of the same emotional beats from the game, they will probably unfold a little differently.

That said, Sam will see it through to the end because he’s Sam, and he’s ruthless by nature. The solution is all that matters. Once his course is set, you won’t deviate him from it. But when he said, “if it comes down to a choice between you and the galaxy, fuck the galaxy. I choose you,” he meant it, so that course won’t be without conflict.

As for the reconciliation, (which is referring to this snippet for those who are curious), I thought about a LOT of things that could be the catalyst for it and had a heck of a time getting to one that felt right, for reasons which tie into the dissertation I wrote on that snippet.

The catalyst being Steve Cortez is something I absolutely thought about, and almost went with.  I can definitely  see Kaidan and Steve doing a little bonding over grief, and Steve gently but firmly asking him, “Kaidan…what are you doing? He’s right there. No one gets a second chance like this. No one.”

And as for Sam being jealous, I actually think Sam would be the one to suggest Kaidan get to know Steve. Kaidan needs to talk to someone. He can’t talk to Sam. Steve is the right choice. Sam can have jealous moments, but he isn’t really the jealous type.

Missions like Lesuss (the ardat-yakshi monastery) will probably play into the tension between them. I wrote a story years ago about that mission, and while it isn’t part of Opus, my toxic trait is loosely considering nearly every fic I’ve written to be my own ‘canon’ in some way (I’ve referenced many, many, many things that happen in Exordium, my ME1 long fic, in Opus).  

I also thought Kaidan learning about his dad going missing might be the tipping point. I even did some writing for it, but as I talk about in that dissertation, it was too focused on Kaidan’s needs, and not focused enough on Sam’s.

I won’t spoil what it is actually going to be, yet anyway, but it involves them doing what they do best: understanding and being there for each other. I can’t wait. I haven’t written it down, but I have daydreamed about it in such detail it’s etched in stone.

#swaps replies #jdijwa-blog #opus!verse #how writing is written

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

Lexy's Christmas Sleepover!! (Attempt #3)

Hello, everyone!!!! It's that time of year again!!! Now, I know that in the past two years, I haven't been very reliable at getting out my Christmas requests, and I greatly apologize for this. But in previous years, I've also tried to make myself write a bunch of full length one-shots which for me usually means 3k+ words, SO, this year, I'm gonna go ahead and say that I can't guarantee a full length one-shot on every single request, BUT I will at least write a drabble for any requests sent to me this year!! I can guarantee this for sure!!!

NOW, Since I'm a multi-shipper, I will write for mannyyyyy different ships in each of my fandoms and it would take awhile to list every single one of them, SO, instead, I'm going to list each of my current fandoms that I'm comfortable writing for and then you can send me either a ship or a character you'd like a reader insert fic for. Poly ships, platonic ships, and platonic/family groups are perfectly okay as well!!! If you happen to send me a ship or character that I'm not comfortable writing for, for any reason, then I'll let you know, but I doubt that will happen, tbh. So, without further ado, here are the fandoms and prompts!!

[Some of the dialogue prompts I'm using came from this list]

When requesting, please tell me: Fandom + Group/Ship/Character + Reader Gender (If Needed) + At least 1 Prompt (I will accept multiple!). You may request as many as you'd like!!

Duration:

11/28/23 - 12/31/23

KNY/Demon Slayer

Fandoms:

Seven Deadly Sins

Four Knights Of The Apocalypse

Miraculous Ladybug

Riverdale

Bungo Stray Dogs

Marvel

The Vampire Diaries

The Originals

Legacies

Legend of Zelda (Mainly BOTW + TOTK)

Stranger Things

Supernatural

Scenarios:

MHA/BNHA

1.) Decorating The Tree

2.) Dancing In The Snow

3.) Present Shopping

4.) Gift Giving

5.) Wrapping Gifts

6.) Making A Gingerbread House

7.) Gingerbread House Competition

8.) Snowball Fight

9.) Sledding

10.) Mistletoe

11.) Christmas Baking

12.) Christmas Market

13.) Making Snowmen

14.) Christmas Party

15.) Watching Christmas Movies

16.) Dancing To Christmas Music

17.) Going Ice Skating

18.) Christmas Dinner

19.) Making Christmas Dinner

20.) Fake Dating For Christmas Ball

21.) Secret Santa

22.) Both Reaching For The Last Cookie

23.) Making Christmas Decorations

24.) Christmas Carolling

25.) Decorating The House/Apartment

26.) School Winter Dance

27.) Christmas Office Party

28.) Stranded On Christmas Eve

29.) Christmas Drinks

30.) Christmas Photo Shoot

31.) Christmas Tree Farm

32.) Cookies For Santa

33.) Christmas Dress Up

34.) Fireplace Snuggles

35.) Accidental Christmas/Eve Confession

36.) Winter Walk

Dialogue:

A.) “Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.”

B.) "That should be our Christmas card this year.”

C.) “Why’d you turn the music off?”

D.) “I know we said no presents this year but…”

E.) “I hate Christmas shopping.” - “I love Christmas shopping!”

F.) “Do you want to put the star on the top of the tree?”

G.) “What do you think? Like the tree?”

H.) “Open your stocking!”

I.) “It’s snowing!”

J.) “What are you doing?” - “Making a snow angel.”

K.) “Do people even use nutcrackers?”

L.) “Do you still believe in Santa?”

M.) “You’d make a cute elf.”

N.) “Look! Reindeers!”

O.) “Is that supposed to be a snowman?”

P.) “Do you have any carrots?”

Q.) “This is the best gift you could’ve given me.”

R.) “You have snow on your eyelashes, looks cute.”

S.) “Come here by the fire.”

T.) “Please don’t make me wear this, I look ridiculous.”

U.) “You’ve really made my Christmas this year.”

V.) “I thought you were going home for Christmas.” - “Well, I couldn’t leave you all alone.”

W.) “I’m never letting you convince me to go carolling again.”

X.) “Here, you can have one of my gloves.”

Y.) “What are you wearing?”

Z.) “Did you get us matching pyjamas?”

AA.) “You look so beautiful in the snow.”

BB.) “It’s bold of you to assume I haven’t eaten my entire advent calendar.”

CC.) “Christmas hot chocolate is not normal hot chocolate. Where are the marshmallows?”

DD.) “Smell this candle, it’s amazing.”

EE.) “Aren’t you going to write your letter to Santa?”

FF.) “I’ll let you sit on my knee.”

GG.) “You’re my Christmas angel.” - “Wow that was…intense.” - “Just take the compliment.”

HH.) “But I wanted to be Santa this year!”

II.) “Did you make me a tinsel crown?”

JJ.) “I can’t get the star on, would you give me a hand?”

KK.) “Looks like you’ve had a few drinks!” - “You haven’t had enough if you’re noticing. Come on, bar’s over there.”

LL.) “Will you make me a hot chocolate?” - “Name all the reindeer and I will.”

MM.) "I've never understood the tradition of opening presents on Christmas Eve. Why would anyone do that?"

NN.) "I've hid all of your presents where you'll never find them." - "They're under your/our bed, aren't they?"

OO.) "Someone ate Santa's cookies last night and it wasn't me."

PP.) "It's Christmas Time!" - "Oh god."

QQ.) "In the name of Christmas Spirit, I demand you come with me."

RR.) "You know what that means?" - "Christmas?" - "Christmas."

#purple_strxnger #riverdale #4kota #loz #loz botw #loz totk #sds #7ds #nnt #4koa #kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #stranger things #marvel #mcu #the vampire diaries #tvd #tvdverse #the originals #tvdu #legacies #cw legacies #mlb #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #bsd #bungou stray dogs #christmas sleepover #writing sleepover

[nicnacsnonsense]

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For this one I'm just going to copy and paste from Discord from last night, because there is a lot of good stuff and I don't want to type it all out again. Everything quoted below is directly from me, but shout out to both @poetic----nonsense and @adickaboutspoons for contributing a lot more to the overall discussion on this not included here.

Thinking about the general idea of a slow burn Jack bullying scenario and I’m thinking what about this happening in an AU where Izzy doesn’t make a deal with Chauncey, so he’s just at the Republic bitching. Jack, recently mutinied against, hears it and decides this is a great opportunity for him to get himself a new ship. His plan is to leverage his friendship with Blackbeard to get on the ship and people liking him, then slowly drive a wedge between Stede & Ed and work to bully and isolate Stede until Stede either leaves of his own accord or Jack can get the crew to mutiny and make him captain instead. So Stede responds to Jack’s bullying by removing himself from the situation, as we see. But Ed, spurred on by Jack, reads this as Stede wanting to pull away from and reject Ed, which in turn leads Ed to leaning more on Jack for support, which leads Stede to feeling unwanted and further self-isolating in a vicious cycle.

(Extra shout out to adickaboutspoons for asking the key question here about whether Jack would be trying to do this as fast as possible before his brand of jackassery wore thin or if he would be doing it slow roll)

The real slow roll option though… like that could be really insidious if Jack maybe came aboard and was all like oh yeah, I’ve mellowed out some too. And he was presenting himself as the carefree have fun guy without going full on frat bro to the point where maybe there are moments where Stede is doubting himself, like is he really as bad as I think or am I the problem. That could be really interesting, though you would have to be careful that Jack still felt like Jack."

Oh, you know what I’d love from a slow roll Jack scenario? Okay so Jack is doing his whole thing, being passive aggressive and slowly isolating Stede from everyone. And of course he’s concentrating on building a wedge between Ed & Stede, and he also identifies Lucius early on as someone who is both closer to Stede and generally more socially intelligent so Jack focuses in really hard on him too. Olu maybe would have picked up on Jack’s ill intentions, but he’s too in his own feelings about Jim being gone at the moment. So Stede is growing increasingly isolated and while sometimes he is very confident in his assessment of Jack as a bully and an asshole and all around not nice person, at other times he really doubts himself. Like, maybe I’m the problem, maybe it really is me who is always the problem, maybe there’s something fundamentally wrong with me so I don’t fit in anywhere. And then Frenchie, who can come off as a superstitious idiot, who can get just as stupid and rowdy as the rest of them, who Jack wasn’t particularly worried about, who knows exactly what these kinds of people are like and once scammed an entire boat-full of them on the fly, Frenchie comes into Stede’s quarters like “Captain, I uh, I have some concerns.” Frenchie-Stede team up! Well, first we have the conversation where Stede gets to be just overwhelmingly relieved to have all his feelings about Jack be validated by someone else. He probably cries a little tbh. But then team up, they are going to concoct a devious scheme to expose Jack for the terrible person he truly is in front of everyone.

Stede tells everyone he’s planning a surprise party for Jack because he just feels so bad about how rude he’s been, and he’s even been working with Frenchie to come up with some new songs for it! So right before when the “party” is supposed to happen, Stede makes a big show about asking Jack for a private word in his quarters implying he wants to apologize and bury the hatchet. And of course all the crew think this is prelude to the party, so they encourage Jack to go and Jack is left with no other option. As soon as they leave, Frenchie leads everyone down to the jam room or wherever they’ve supposedly set up for the party. And then he tells everyone to be quiet, get ready for the surprise, and he pops open a panel in the wall. And echoing down the secret passageway, we can hear the sounds of Jack admitting to everything. (And of course in the wake of the confession, right after Jack throws the most slur-laden insult he can come up with at Stede, the entire crew burst out of the other end of the secret passage with Ed at the lead, fire in his eyes and demanding to know what the fuck is going on here, Jack.)

#ofmd #stede bonnet #calico jack #ofmd frenchie #fanfiction #ask game

[mugiwara-lucy]

With lots of vitriol being directed towards Sophia Bush, I feel I’ll try to offer my two cents into the whole scenario since I feel BOTH SIDES (haters and lovers of Sophia like) need to CALM THE HELL DOWN.

Now I’m NOT into WOSO but I am a Sophia Bush fan who followed her from One Tree Hill as a little backstory from me.

Now given her divorce from Grant Hughes, I’ve seen people say she’s a “home wrecker” or a “cheater”. ALTHOUGH I feel people are just jumping to conclusions and we should all wait to find out the actual details rather than jumping to conclusions and labeling people as cheaters. And I say this as the BIGGEST Sophia Bush stan who didn’t call Grant a cheater when their divorce was announced back in August. I feel if she actually cheated on him he wouldn’t have given her supportive words:

Not to mention both parties did say they were still friends and will still work together.

The next thing I feel that needs to stop is misinformation about Sophia Bush being a “Zionist” and “Pro Isreal” which is false given she’s not only retweeted Pro Palestine stories:

But she was also one of the celebrities who signed a cease fire agreement:

Now I think she should make a post for Palestine but she’s not like people like Brooke Shields or Jamie Lee Curtis who’s spreading Isreal stuff altjough she did start off neutral, she is learning which is what we can hope for. Honestly people need to stop treating celebrities like the second coming of Christ tbh….

Now normally I wouldn’t make posts like this but seeing people call her a cheater or a Zionist or a “performative white woman who uses POC” really got to me. Because yep, she’s definitely performative right here….

And I saw a pic of her, Ashlynn and Diplo (who I didn’t know existed until yesterday 😅) and people are acting like they’re best friends but..she doesn’t follow him:

Now my point in saying all this? People just need to calm the hell down and stop acting like internet sleuths tbh.

Like if you want to think she’s the worst piece of shit ever, that’s okay. You’re well within your right to dislike her and I wouldn’t care about that. But to derail her posts with such hatred and vitriol turns the supposed “horrible” Sophia Bush into the victim and you all into the aggressors. Like look at her latest post on Instagram.

Please calm down everyone.

#sophia bush #non anime #personal #anti bullshit #anti hate #EVERYONE needs to CALM DOWN

[sky-neverending]

Hiiiii ! So for the prompt anything that is ronance centric, maybe something involving patching each other up after the battle !

ok so this is actually part one of a two chapter fic, bc i got another ronance prompt that i think i can combine with this one timeline wise! of course this is still able to be read alone, but that second part should be up in a day or two! this’ll also be on Ao3 in about half an hour! also this has background jargyle and steddie in it, but it’s like very minor

tw for descriptions of injury, brief mentions of weed, and discussion of death. it’s really nothing bad tbh

Robin hissed as warm, soapy water rushed over a large wound below her left knee. She threw her head back, inhaling sharply as she tried to contain her pain.

Nancy glanced up at her apologetically as she pressed a wet washcloth into the injured area. “Sorry.” She muttered, rubbing the fabric over the bloodied skin. “It’ll be over soon.”

“I can handle it.” Robin said through clenched teeth. “Not like I haven’t been through worse.”

She meant it as a joke, she really had. But instead of earning a laugh it was met with a frown and a heavy silence that weighed down on both of their shoulders.

She stayed quiet after that, holding her breath as Nancy continued to tend to her wounds, cleaning and bandaging them. She started with the largest ones. The one below her knee where she had fallen and her skin had ripped against a sharp rock. The one near her shoulder where a bat had come down and taken a nasty bite out of the flesh there, leaving a decent sized chunk missing. That one was wrapped in Nancy's thin white jacket to contain the blood flow for as long as possible. That one would probably have to be looked at by a doctor. That one, they didn’t have time to fix completely. Not right now. So some soap and a tight bandage would have to do.

There was another, on her heel, that had been snapped at by a demodog in the middle of a chase. It has grabbed at the skin, ripping it off and leaving her to try and run while a trail of blood was left behind.

That was the one Nancy was tending to when she finally spoke.

“What would you be doing right now? If all of this had never happened.” She asked quietly, like she was scared to even think about it. Robin tilted her head.

“I don’t know.” She admitted, letting the tension in her shoulders drop as scenarios played through her head. “Maybe looking for colleges? Still working at Scoops to pay for my tuition? Lurking in the shadows, still afraid of being myself because I didn’t have anyone who understood me?” She twisted her head around to look at Nancy. “What about you? Where would you be?”

She shrugged in response. “Probably on my way to Emerson. I was so excited to go to school. Away from my family and Hawkins and all the pressure. Sometimes I wish it hadn’t all happened, you know? That I could’ve spent my high school years like every other teen girl. Getting into trouble behind my parents back, dating boys and going to parties and being a star student all at the same time.” She paused as she soaked her rag in more water. “I suppose I did do some of that. But not without all this in the way. Plus, look how it turned out.” She glanced across the room into the kitchen, where Jonathan was standing, his hands tucked into the pockets of Argyle's jeans, while Argyle chatted away with Eddie, who was leaning against the counter with a very tired looking Steve resting his head across his shoulder.

Robin chuckled lightly. “I’m sorry about that, by the way. I know it hurts to see someone you like end up with someone else.” She smiled at Nancy, soft and sincere.

Nancy smiled back as she began to wrap Robin's wound. “It’s okay.” She said with a shrug. “It’s better this way.”

Glancing up at her, Robin pulled her lower lip in between her teeth, chewing on it idly as she thought of a response. It tasted like dirt mixed with the raw, metallic flavor of blood from a cut above her eyebrow that had trickled downwards.

“Do you plan on going? To Emerson, I mean. You got in, didn’t you?” She asked, watching as Nancy nodded.

“Yeah, I got in. But I don’t know if I’ll go.” Her shoulders slumped and her head ducked down as she finished dressing the wound. “Doesn’t really seem worth it.”

Mindlessly, Robin reached out a hand, reaching out toward a now standing Nancy. She leaned forward and laced their fingers together, squeezing tightly and beckoning her closer with a reassuring smile.

“You’ve been through all this. You’ve quite literally walked through Hell. If you want to go, it is absolutely worth it. You deserve to follow your dreams, Nance. Don’t let this stop you. Not now. Not when we’re so close.”

Nancy sat down on the couch next to her, their two hands still intertwined. “What if we don’t make it?” She muttered, voice weighed down by fear. “What if I get my hopes up, and then something terrible happens?”

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Robin said, placing a hand on Nancy’s chin and gently tugging it upward so they met eyes. Nancys were wet, glossed over with tears that she was holding back. “Not on my watch.”

There was silence. It seemed to go on for a decade, just Robin looking at Nancy and Nancy looking at Robin and pure, deafening quiet that stilled the room. Robin could feel her heartbeat in her fingertips, and she could feel Nancy’s too, and the back of her hand where they rested softly.

“Nance.” She muttered, unaware of anything else around her. The room seemed to blur as Nancy spoke back.

“Rob.” She said, small smile forming on her face as she slowly moved in, and suddenly her lips were pressed tenderly against Robins own and everything else washed away, and all she could think was Nancy, Nancy, Nancy.

The kiss was nothing and everything at once, soft and warm and faint, but at the same time insistent and full of passion. It didn’t last very long. Almost before Robin could even register what was happening they were gone, Nancy pulling away with cherry coloring dusting her cheeks.

There was a loud exclamation from the kitchen and both the girls startled, turning to see all four boys grinning wildly at them.

“Finally!” Steve slurred, and Robin could make out the redness in his eyes. He was wrapped around Eddie like a koala, a sure sign he was high off his mind.

“Way to go, brochahcas!” Argyle giggled. Robin rolled her eyes and turned back to Nancy, biting her bottom lip as nerves rushed over her.

Nancy simply grinned smugly. “Come here.” She muttered, and then they were kissing again. And the weight of the world seemed to get a little less heavy. Because now? Now Robin had something to fight for.

#sky writes #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #background ship-> #steddie #jargyle #ronance fluff #mostly #bisexual nancy wheeler #prompt fill #stranger things fanfiction

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Leah!! how are u? i hope you’re doing well <3 just had another sinful idea/request, so i’m here to share it with u 😈 how about a nsfw + modern! au + long one-shot where the reader and akaza have been pining for each other for awhile, but all they ever do is casually flirt with each other and never go past that,,, but everyone knows they’ve undressed the other one with their eyes at least 100 times so one day, they both attend a party, but the reader is feeling a lil bold that night and wants to test Akaza’s patience by wearing something that flatters her too well; constantly giving him bedroom eyes; innocently/accidentally brushing up against him too much; etc. Eventually, he snaps, and once he gets an opportunity to escape with her to somewhere more private (literally could just be in another room lmao), things escalate,,, and well…let’s just say he has to remind her that everything comes with a consequence <3 tbh, i think the only thing I’d prefer to not read is choking but yeah,,, we both know that the only route that this will go down will be FILTHY so I’ll let u do what u wish with it~ thank you ₍ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ₎ ♡

p.s. hopped onto my second acc bc I actually remembered it existed,,, so maybe I can save some face for my main acc even tho I didn’t brother the first two times 🗿🗿

hi, rose, i'm fine and you? i need to apologize again for taking sooooo long to write, but i finally got it. i really hope you like it (espicially the bj part heh)!!

warning: modern!au, alcohol use, vaginal fingering, blowjob, unprotected sex, heavy sexual tension, and more

summary: you and akaza have been lusting after each other for two weeks, until, at a party, you dance for him until he leads you to a more private place to finally have you the way he wanted from the first day he saw you.

When you got out of the taxi, you could feel the ground vibrating with the intensity of the loud music heard so many meters away. Surely the party was in full swing and you regretted arriving so late.

Although confident, you felt shy about being the target of all the attention. And even though you were feeling beautiful, it still wasn't enough for you to calm the anxiety that raged through every particle of you.

But with your head held high, the sound of your heels hitting the cobblestone floor being drowned out by the music, you headed towards that huge, elegant house.

From the foot of the stairs that gave access to the mansion, you saw people talking, drinking, watching quietly in their corners, smoking, laughing or making out in the dark corners in the extensive front garden.

Without giving so much importance to what was already expected of a party watered with alcohol and loud music, you took the first step. Carefully so as not to hurt your feet or ruin the heel you were wearing, you followed it until you reached the whole staircase.

And then you were noticed.

Like in a movie where the high point is when the ugly, clumsy protagonist who appears magically beautiful one morning, all eyes are on you. It was like a trance where you passed through the curious crowd. The voices ceased as if a conductor had signaled the orchestra to stop, leaving only the sound of the music to accompany each step you took.

Although it was horrible to be the target of so much attention, your confidence increased when you saw that the looks were pure admiration and approval.

At the front door, greeting all the guests, the host, seeing you, smiled from ear to ear.

“You really came!” he exclaimed in unusual excitement.

~*~

The big news in the quiet town you lived in was the opening of a Karate school on the main avenue – which you had to follow to get to your place of work. With the novelty, new scenarios began to happen, such as the march of boys and girls of all ages wearing white kimonos and colored sashes tied around their waists in the same direction and also the pile of pamphlets handed out on street corners, inviting people to visit the Dojo and even the posts on social networks publicizing the institution's inauguration. At first, you didn't give it that much importance, you just thought that it would be good for children and teenagers to be interested in martial arts, because it was good for both the body and the mind, but none of that aroused anything else in you. Not until you see their sensei.

Handsome and strong were the main adjectives you would describe him. With his posture erect, his kimono perfectly aligned with his athletic physique, and his black belt proudly tied around his waist, he had a crooked smile that never seemed to leave his lips, being the way he greeted you on a hot Tuesday morning when you passed in front of the Dojo. His hair was dyed a fuchsia shade, which against the first rays of sunlight turned an almost gaudy pink. Although you didn't know if he was smiling directly at you or at his students who were walking behind you, you did notice that his blue eyes followed you until he was left behind.

At that moment, a routine of flirting was pre-established, and the spark of mutual interest would grow until it took the form of a small flame.

-

The flirtation that started with bright looks and shy smiles started to change to more intense looks and more ingratiating smiles. Although the children, in their infinite innocence, would always direct you every morning you passed in front of the Dojo as 'Akaza-sensei's girlfriend', the adults would begin to roll their eyes at how slowly your relationship progressed. Relationship was still a far cry from what the two of you had, because even though sexual tension was almost knife-edgeable, neither of you took a step to change it.

For outsiders, it was funny to see your behavior change drastically every time you saw each other. Akaza straightened his posture, puffed out his chest, cleared his throat, and raised his voice to say “Good morning” as manly as he could, while you lowered your head a little, took a lock of hair and wrapped it around your finger gently and answered his greeting in a voice brimming with sweetness.

And you continued at that for two weeks. No matter what happened, nothing seemed to lead to significant change.

You were frustrated because you always expected the first step to come from him. It wasn't because you thought it was his duty, but because your shyness insisted on inhibiting your courage. And you could no longer hide your desire to untie that black belt knot to finally know if what he was hiding inside his kimono was as good as in the wet dreams you had with him.

Akaza was also starting to feel sick. Seeing you passing every day in front of the Dojo, wearing those light clothes or clothes that valued your attributes without being able to pull you into a corner and greet you the way he wanted, without being the boring "good morning" followed by a rogue smile, was driving him almost crazy.

He was tired of just dreaming about you. His dreams were nothing like the restrained flirtations that took place in real life, and perhaps this was more of a torture than a relief, as it was so uncomfortable to always wake up with a hard-on and have to pretend all day that you weren't out of his mind for even a second.

However, to the joy of both of you, the opportunity finally came.

It was on a Wednesday morning, after the two weeks you had started flirting, that an invitation was extended. Not for him, though.

In fact, you didn't even see him that day, but one of Dojo's helpers, who you assumed was his personal friend. So unlike the anxiety you felt every time you saw him, you felt absolutely nothing when this guy smiled at you and greeted you. Cordially, you answered the greeting and went on your way to work. Not being a big deal, not causing a mess in your guts, this contact with another man, you stopped when he called you, maybe it was the growing curiosity about the handsome young man and the hope to know something about him. You looked at him, without showing a smile, and found his hand extended to you, and stuck between your fingers, a piece of paper. Without ceasing to smile, he said:

"Next Friday I'm having a party at my house, to celebrate the opening of the Dojo. It was supposed to happen a few days ago, but we only managed to organize ourselves now and we can finally celebrate." He paused to peer inside as if making sure no one saw him talking to you, then said again, "That's the address and time." And he handed you a torn paper with address information written in pencil to you. "Oh, make sure you look great, he'll be there..."

He gave you a wink and without letting you say anything, he entered the room quickly as soon as he heard someone's voice calling out to him.

Noticing the emphasis on ‘he’, you immediately knew that everyone agreed that you two should finally evolve in the relationship, and that somehow cheered you up, it was good to know that there were people who supported you both.

But still it made you apprehensive. He's not the one who invited you.

However, the next day, things got better once in a while when you accidentally overheard a snippet of his conversation with his mini-students.

"Our party won't be allowing children, boy," the young man replied smiling, in a teasing tone.

“Why not, Akaza-sensei?” and more children's voices were overlapping each other with questions.

"Because the children's party has already happened, now it's the adults' turn to celebrate," he replied, making his students stop talking, respecting the hierarchy. "But she can go," he finished, pointing at you.

"Oh, sure, she's your girlfriend!" a little girl said, frustrated.

"She's not my girlfriend," he tried to clarify. "Yet."

Your heart almost went out of your mouth to be noticed by him, and to have been caught listening to the private conversation. But at the same time you were immensely happy to know that you were really welcome at the party (and in his heart).

What was not very pleasant was the anxiety that took over you when you thought of the countless possibilities that this party would bring you. Would you walk out of there with him, or would you be disappointed?

But that wasn't an issue at the moment, the biggest issue was what clothes you would wear. You weren't used to going to parties.

Incredibly, the week passed and the day of the party arrived faster than you could have imagined.

By the reflection of the computer screen turned off in front of you, you thought you were pathetic to realize that there were huge dark circles under your eyes, indicating how much insomnia you had throughout the week. You felt like you had been trampled by a herd. It was even embarrassing for you to feel that way. It was just a party. There was no reason to be so upset.

But it wasn't like you could control those feelings, it was the first time in years of avoiding being interested in someone that you found yourself wanting to have an affair, a romance or anything like that with someone else.

So you would do anything to seize the opportunity and have fun too.

-

As your Friday shift ended an hour earlier than the rest of the weekdays, you walked quickly to your house.

Despite feeling exhausted, the lump in your throat seemed to grow with each passing second. Hands that were trembling, cold and damp with sweat, didn't let you concentrate properly on your task of getting ready.

The whole day you spent thinking about that party, planning and creating fantasies in your head of what it would be like to meet Akaza in an environment conducive to getting closer to him.

And the dress issue was resolved as soon as you remembered one in particular that stayed in your wardrobe for years, abandoned as if you forbade you to remember it. And in a way, that's what happened. That dress was the kind of garment one had exactly one reason to wear. Someone would only wear it if they wanted to be the center of attention; or someone's target. And you really wanted to be targeted by someone.

You smiled at your image in the mirror, you were looking amazing wearing a red dress that was low-cut in the front, the back open to your lower back and a slit that revealed almost an entire leg. If Akaza didn't notice you, it wouldn't be all bad, you were noticing yourself.

Although it would be impossible for him not to look at you dressed in something so… bold, when he looked at you even when you were wearing your everyday clothes at the office.

Walking around to see the fit from other angles, you felt satisfied.

Perfect outfit for the right occasion.

~*~

Standing in front of the host, the friend of Akaza, you felt hyperventilating with such anxiety. He, on the other hand, seemed amused as he scrutinized you. You could even swear he was fighting a battle against himself, but you believed it was something created by your head that worked hard to make you feel the most desired woman there.

"You really came ready for the kill," he commented with a smile. “If this was a prom, the queen's crown would already be yours,” he winked at you and slipped through the door, letting you through.

You thanked him and finally entered the house.

It was really a beautiful place and it was packed with people. Just as it happened on the outside, the people there also looked at you. And this time, recognizing some faces and being surprised that these people, who had nothing to do with the Dojo, were guests at the party too, you saw them looking at each other after checking you out and making comments in each other's ears, letting out giggles as they looked around as if looking for someone, making you swallow hard and look for a place farther away until the eyes started to leave you.

-

You felt reckless and wanted to run away, so you needed some liquid disinhibitor. You went to the bar of that mansion and asked for wine, because it was a drink that made you brave without getting you drunk.

When the alcohol had already entered your bloodstream and started to take effect, the beat of the music, the right atmosphere and all that magic in the air cradled your body in a slow dance that took shape to something more intimate and pleasant to look at. .

Your closed eyes prevented you from seeing people looking at you from the corner of their eyes and commenting on you. But it didn't matter, you were completely engulfed by the mood and feeling light as a feather and this was reflected in the smooth movements of your hips and waist that moved like a snake approaching its prey.

The eyes burned you in the back, it was even uncomfortable, but being seen so much, so admired, made you just want to keep dancing until the end of the party and even after.

But the disappointment still grew in your chest and spread. You haven't seen Akaza yet. He hadn't looked at you or smiled at you. What was the use of you producing so much if whoever was supposed to see you dance wasn't there?

The looks began to weigh as the rhythm of your body became more indecent, more vulgar. The slit in your dress almost exposed your panties and the cleavage barely kept your tits inside them.

The alcohol taking effect was like a curse taking hold. At the same time it uninhibited you, it made you upset for not getting what you wanted.

And suddenly you hated being looked at. You hated being the center of attention. You hated the admiration of people who didn't interest you.

You hated coming to this party.

And when your body couldn't hold so much dissatisfaction anymore, you opened your eyes and the first thing you saw were blue eyes, sharp as a blade, looking straight at you. In the distance, sitting on the leather sofa, dressed in dark clothes, quite different from the usual white karate kimono, your favorite spectator was there; savoring you with his eyes, undressing you in his thoughts.

There was no air and you felt everything spin, but you composed yourself and a smile appeared on your lips, directed only at him.

And the music seemed even more sensual and your desire to dance forever returned with full force. Now, having your target of interest with all the desire rooted in you, you have returned to dancing. For him.

That's where your game of seduction began.

You moved your body slowly, your hips seemed to have a life of their own and were inviting for him to hold and press you against that area of ​​his that was already starting to wake up just by watching you dance.

But he remained seated on the leather sofa, sipping his drink slowly, not letting any of your movements go unnoticed. He could feel his erection starting to bother him inside his boxers, but he ignored it. It was nice to see you dancing just for him.

Your dance lasted a few more minutes and you got tired of dancing, you walked away from the dance floor and went in the opposite direction where Akaza was. Through the windowpane you saw reflected the image of him getting up and coming after you.

He seemed to understand that you were playing with him. So he also started playing with you.

It was as if you had gone back to the weekdays when you only ate each other with your eyes. But other than that, now you were free and could go with him anywhere. But it wouldn't be that easy. You wanted to test him. You wanted to know if he was willing to sacrifice his pride to have you. You hadn't dressed up so much for a mediocre guy. You wanted to be rewarded, and your reward came from his willpower to take you to him.

And that huge house looked the size of a grain of rice next to the flames that consumed the two of you every time you bumped into each other around corners.

He would chase you like a cat and you would fly away from him like a bird. People noticed and were giggling at the almost childlike scene. But you were having fun.

It was fun to see his desire for you burning brightly in his eyes every time you accidentally bumped into him. And he downed another glass of some drink before he glared at you.

When he was in the bar at the party, with his back to the counter, both elbows resting on the solid wood top, you walked past him and, as if there was no room for you to pass, you rubbed against him for a long time. You saw the moment his left arm almost flew towards you to grab you around the waist, but you were quicker to dodge.

You almost laughed when you heard him let out a loud sigh of frustration and the amusement increased when you saw a friend of his, who was handing out drinks to guests, make fun of him.

He didn't mind, he was really enjoying your boldness.

No woman had ever left him in this state of despair. And with each passing moment, your dress clung more to your skin, making you even hotter and making him a starving wretch.

-

You came back from the bathroom after making sure your makeup was still intact and your dress was in place. You really loved your image reflected in the mirror, you felt even more powerful.

Returning to the crowd, after ordering another drink, the song that started playing was your all-time favorite to dance to.

And so you returned to your show.

The same dance steps, the same sensuality imbued in every movement of your hips and the same liberating sensation in seeing him admiring you burned under your closed eyelids.

But unlike before, the admiring looks were ammunition for you to intensify sensuality. Everyone felt even disconcerted seeing you. Men and women ate their lust with alcohol because they knew you were the target of Akaza's spell. And no one would dare even come close to the woman he'd been lusting after for so long.

His fame grew from rumors that he was really merciless towards his enemies, and he did nothing to deny such rumors. He let his own name be smeared like he let his own skin be smudged by the needles with yet another tattoo.

Oblivious to these internal struggles in everyone around you, you danced like there was no tomorrow. With eyes closed, holding the glass of drink firmly in your hands so you don't spill the liquid through your body movements.

You were lucky enough to stay pretty sober even after drinking a considerable amount of alcohol. But this time you controlled yourself, you really didn't want to lose consciousness of your own actions; you wish you were wide awake when you were finally in some secluded corner with Akaza.

With that in mind, you let yourself be carried away by the rhythm of the dance, without opening your eyes even once so as not to lose the courage that gave life to your movements. But with all that noise, that loud music and the hustle you needed to get your throat wet, and when you started to take a sip of your drink, you felt the glass being taken from your hand at the same time that a strong arm grabbed you by the waist, keeping you trapped there.

It was inevitable to be scared, eyes open automatically and heart skipping beats, you looked at whoever grabbed you like that and felt a shiver run down your spine when you recognized the muscular arm covered in tattoos – which were always hidden by the long sleeve of the kimono – and with your eyes you roamed his torso until you saw his head tilted back exposing his pale neck and the adam's apple that went up and down with each sip of your drink that was being sent inside. After he had finished drinking it all, he turned his head to you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand that still held the empty glass.

His blue eyes fixed on you defiantly, matching the grip of his arm around your waist. The message was clear: you wouldn't escape him anymore.

 “Dance again, princess,” he said huskily against your ear. Despite the loud sound, you heard it perfectly and felt an electric shock go through your spine.

His command was automatic.

You didn't notice the moment when a friend of his passed by you and took the glass from Akaza's hand and walked away again to leave you two alone, but you noticed when his other arm closed around your waist, holding you closer to him, making you feel his virility against you.

It was enough for you to move your hips again, making him follow you.

You were really surprised to see that he was such a great dancer. The people around you too. And before everyone's eyes, your dance awakened in everyone there an irrepressible desire that made them go out looking for a partner for a dance or for a sex.

Your breathing was already ragged and you could feel his hot breath intensified by the air that was also faltering. It was already unbearable that fire was burning both of you.

His hands itched to get inside the slit of your dress and touch you there, in front of everyone, but he controlled himself. He wanted you, and he wanted you badly.

Without saying anything, he led you off the dance floor and you let yourself be guided to the staircase that led to the second floor of the house.

His arm was tight around your waist as you held the black fabric of his shirt tight. You walked up the steps with agonizing slowness, and at the top, you saw people and more people descending, passing you by. And some of them looking at you angrily. It wasn't until you saw the host, and your "Cupid" waving everyone out of there that you understood.

The three pats that Akaza's friend gave him on the shoulder, as if congratulating him, only confirmed everything. The two sure planned that. You wanted to laugh, but you just smiled, this time with your eyes too, at the boy who was winking at you and giving you access to the upper floor, which was now empty. Just so you could enjoy the rest of the party away from everyone and everything.

Having you under his grasp, Akaza didn't let you go one step further to pull you by the waist, turn you to him and seek your lips in a greedy kiss. Your knees buckled when his tongue brushed yours and you felt the fruity taste of your drink he took in it and the way your lips moved in harmony. It was inevitable to gasp between the kiss as you felt his big hands sliding down your bare back, burning every inch of skin their touch reached until they were perfectly fitted to your ass.

Instinctively, you clung even closer to him. The arms around his broad, firm shoulders compelled you to press your breasts into his chest, and your body temperature rose higher every time he tightened his grip on your ass cheeks. And he swallowed all the moans you let out when he squeezed your flesh so hard.

"You're perfect, hm?" he said, still with his lips on yours. “You have a nice ass, you know that?”

Taken by the boldness caused by his words, you also slid your hands down his sides in search of the hem of his black shirt to pull it up in order to take it off. He noticed and stopped you, but it was only to lead you to the couch that was there. He sat up and pulled you onto his lap. It didn't take you long to move your hips over the erection that felt tight against the thick fabric of the black pants he wore. You ran your hands over his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles against your soft palms. You couldn't stop creating scenes of his strong arms handling you like you were a doll. On the other hand, he seemed to want to know every part of your body, since his hands didn't stay still either. They passed over your bare back and down to your waist, to then land on your thighs where they left a squeeze that made you gasp and imagine that the next day you would be all sore.

His lips felt soft and moist as they slid down your neck to between your breasts. You held tight to the pink strands of his hair, rubbing them harder against his face, which he gladly accepted. Not content with licking, sucking, and biting the skin that was exposed, he used his hands to squeeze your breasts over the fabric of the dress still, earning you a firmer shimmy on his hard cock. You two grunted together.

When he worshiped your body enough, he grabbed you around the waist to lay you on the large couch and then lay on top of your body, you didn't take long to wrap your legs around his waist when he started moving your intimacies in a more erotic and obscene dance. You slid the tips of your nails down his back, over his shirt, just to tease him and win him another kiss, now softer and wetter.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said as he parted his lips, staring into your face. "You can't imagine how much I dreamed of having you like this."

You couldn't help but smile and even thought about saying the same, but you let the words die in your throat and instead you placed an affectionate kiss on his forehead, making him laugh.

"I need to take my heels off..." you said hoarsely.

More than quickly, he got up from your body. Thinking he was giving you space for that, you were surprised to see him undo and unroll the leather strap from your ankles, doing the same with his other foot, and in the next moment you felt the ambient air beat against yours. tired and bare feet. It was a relief. Holding your feet together, Akaza gently placed them on each of his knees, leaving your legs bent and slightly apart. In this position, it was easier for him to slide his hands all over your legs, enter the dress that was tangled up under your ass and even reach the waistband of your panties, realizing his intention, it was instinctive the way you stood up your hips so he could remove that piece. With agonizing slowness, he slid the garment down to your ankles and you lifted your feet for him to take it off at once. And then your panties joined your heels on the floor.

Akaza went back to lie down on your body. With one hand above your head and the other between your legs, looking for your wetness. You felt almost shy to be so wet like that, but unlike you, it was a smile he broke out as his fingers penetrated your hot, dripping insides with immense ease. He was the reason to get someone like you in that situation.

The sighs that escaped your parted lips together with your joined eyebrows forming a crease between them indicated how immersed you were in the pleasure that his fingers were giving you, making him reach deep into you with two fingers, sometimes fucking you until wet sounds came out from your pussy, or massaging your clit to the point of making you almost cum. But he soon stopped what he was doing and stood up enough to spread your legs wide and look at your throbbing intimacy.

If it wasn't for the horny, you would even feel shy to see him with an expression loaded with malice while looking at your pussy that he kept open with his fingers.

And also what made you even more aroused was the immense volume in his pants. Deftly, taking him by surprise, you closed your legs on his arm and made a move to change position. He couldn't resist and let you be on top. It was automatic for his hands to fly up to grab your waist once you were sitting so deliciously over his crotch. Looking at you from the bottom up, you looked even more attractive with your boobs almost popping from the neckline of your dress.

Shit, you were so fucking hot in that outfit he didn't even want to take you out of it when he fucked you.

But you had other plans. The sound of the side zipper being unzipped drew his attention to your hand as it slid smoothly, making the fabric of the dress peel away from your skin and reveal it to him. And in the next instant, Akaza's eyes were graced by the sight of your perfect body completely free of the piece. At least from the waist up.

Your swollen nipples invited his fingers to hold them between them. Akaza accepted the invitation and pinched them lightly, making you gasp and shift in place, rubbing more wet cunt over his erection.

“Damn it girl, you're going to make me cum before I even fuck you the way I want to,” he muttered through clenched teeth.

More than quickly, you gently took both of his hands that were playing with your tits and took them away, but only to lie sinuously over his body.

As your soft lips found the pale skin of his neck, your hand found the button on his pants. Between bites and licks, you unzipped his fly and slid your hand inside his boxers, where you gripped his cock tightly and pulled it out. He sighed close to your ear and you felt your pussy pulse and lubricate even more as you felt it thick, long and heavy in your palm.

Damn, you were pretty sure he'd rip you apart just fine when he was getting inside you.

You jerked him off a little, running your palm over his wet head with pre-cum, loving to feel him vibrate and pulse in your hand and then you moved your lips down his body, kissing his chest still covered by his shirt until you reached his lower abdomen of him where you slid the licks to his crotch, feeling the texture of the growing hairs pricking your tongue, but not bothering you at all, because you were happy to smell soap indicating a good hygiene. You really expected that from him, he looked like he took very good care of himself. But reflections aside, you just ran the tip of your tongue along the bulging veins of his cock until you reached the dripping tip. Holding his dick firmly by the base, you stared for a while at what you were about to taste. He knew how to be attractive even in the intimate area, you thought to yourself just before taking his head into your mouth and closing your lips around it, using your tongue to roam the slit, bringing the taste of pre-cum to your taste buds. When you've tasted him enough, you relaxed your throat and slid your lips all the way down until you felt him all in your mouth and at that moment profanity escaped Akaza's mouth and the veins throbbed against your lips so deliciously around his cock.

You held his entire dick in your mouth for a few seconds before starting a light fellatio. His cock felt like it got bigger every time you let go and swallowed it again. It wasn't uncomfortable, but you had to make an effort not to choke. Saliva leaked out from the corners of your lips, but you continued. Occasionally, you would hold it with your hand and leave it still to lick its full length and give its head a hard suck only to be graced by its grunt and, without warning, stuff it all over your mouth again, feeling it in the back of your throat. and kept him standing there for a few seconds to play with his balls a little. And that whole combination just made Akaza hold on to your hair with some force, making your scalp burn a bit and feel your body shake from the coming orgasm.

“I'm cumming,” he warned through gritted teeth, eyes rolling.

At this point, you took him out of your mouth and jerked him off firmly until you felt his cock throb and release the jets of cum in your hand, making a line run down your wrist, like a slimy bracelet. You paid close attention to his contorted face of pleasure. Damn beautiful while the dirtiest words came out of his lips and his dick was softening in your hand as the last drops escaped from the crack.

But it wouldn't take long for him to get hard again.

It was enough for you to slowly take off your dress and get completely naked for him, staring at him with your lewd look of a naughty girl while playing with your little fingers in your pussy that he soon felt that familiar burning spread to his cock, making him erect again.

But this time, he wanted to be on top. He wanted your beautiful legs to be around his waist, over his shoulders or anywhere he could grab them when he was pounding deep into your pussy. Before that, he took off his clothes quickly, giving you a wide view of his perfect body. The bulging muscles were very evenly distributed, and not only were his arms covered in tattoos, but his chest as well. Various arts covering the best of them.

After being with you deliciously under his body, he sought your lips in an obscene kiss.

You shivered and moaned handily every time you felt his cock rubbing against your belly, thigh or even your wet entrance when he was moving his body against yours, as he had when you were dancing. Akaza knew very well how to move your body and knew that you had the movements loose and used that to knead a little as a warm-up before the act itself.

When you were warm enough, Akaza grabbed both of your ankles and brought them to either side of your body. With his knees bent, he pulled you up by your legs, slid you across the couch and sat on your ankles so your ass was on his knees. Having you completely at his mercy, he ran his finger over your clit and down to your entrance, fucked you a little with one finger and adjusted himself just enough for his cock to rub against your wetness. You sighed and gripped your nipples tightly as you felt the head of his cock rubbing against your bundle of nerves before you felt his length being crushed by your walls in that delicious invasion.

“You're so big…” you moaned, feeling your cunt tighten against his cock.

“You who are tight as hell, princess. My cock is being crushed, ah…” He groaned and pulled your waist with some force to be fully inside you.

You two moaned in unison.

The way your pussy greedily took his cock, as if it wanted him to stay buried there forever, was enough for Akaza to almost combust. The way you pulsed around his length was too much for him to handle. And the conflict between wanting to fuck you hard and quickly and seeing your pussy welcome him and expel with the same intensity in a slow and contemplative way was established. But he opted for the second option. It was wonderful to have such a pretty pussy welcoming him so well.

But soon the urgency took over you.

“Please, fuck me hard… Faster…”

And he couldn't deny such sweet pleads. Then his hips worked on the speed and force of the thrusts. He moved back and forth, making your body jolt every time he hit deep inside you, making your breasts bounce with it. You got more and more desperate and louder when his cock punished your pussy so brutally and as a bonus, you twitched around him as if you were milking him.

“Damn princess, you’re squeezing me so fucking good…”

The compliments along with the strong thrusts made you moan more and roll on his cock, feeling him in every unexplored corner of your interior, even your cervix.

You rolled your eyes and squirmed, reaching for help on the back of the couch, causing his cock to tighten further.

He held you around the waist, just to keep you in place, and without leaving you, he folded your legs against your chest and lay down on top of it, just to be able to look at your little face up close.

You gasped in surprise as you realized that in this new position he was able to reach even deeper. The strong thrusts just didn't fill the air because of the wet noise caused by your sex because of the loud music that was still going on, which you regretted, you really wanted to hear the sound of his balls hitting your ass.

You stood with your eyes open, fixed on that blue ocean of his. His lips were parted and moist from the way he ran his tongue every time you twitched so well on his cock. As he smacked you deep, the two of you looked at each other so affectionately. He rested one of his arms above your head while the other he used to caress your face and run his thumb along your bottom lip and then force it into your mouth. You sucked his thumb hard and it caused his cock to pulse inside you.

“Fuck…” he muttered and withdrew his finger from your mouth.

With the same hand, he slid up to your neck, leaving a trail of saliva all the way and his hand closed on your throat. He didn't squeeze, just left his hand there. You wanted him to squeeze, but you didn't ask for it.

When his movements became erratic, indicating he was cumming soon, he shifted you again, this time making your body sideways from the waist down. He lifted your leg and thrust his cock into you again in one thrust, making you moan loudly. In this new position, he had to keep the thrusts short and deep so his cock didn't keep coming out. As he already felt more sensitive, he slid his hand to your clit and with his fingers and pressed against that sensitive and pulsating point and massaged it a lot, making you contract even more against him until orgasm.

"Oh… just like that, princess, cum in my dick…" he instructed you in a hoarse and broken voice.

And with your whole body shaking, you came and closed your legs so he would stop stimulating you, but making your pussy tighten with agony around his length and he then announced that he couldn't take it anymore.

Withdrawing from you, he painted your ass with his seed.

Panting, disheveled, and completely covered in bodily fluids, the two of you tried to recover together. He pulled you up again to turn you to face him so he could see your beautiful post-orgasm face.

The first to break the silence, after breathing normalized a little, was him to invite you:

“Want to go over to my place now so we can end the night somewhere less noisy? I'll take you home later.”

You were too happy to refuse.

You dressed quickly and he led you to a door that led to a staircase that led straight to the laundry area. Unnoticed by anyone, you left the party. Luckily, a taxi came quickly and dropped you off in front of his house.

Your night ended with pleasant conversation, you had a lot in common, and a few more rounds of sex. No rush this time.

He kept his promise to take you home later, but only after you'd slept for a good part of the day, spooning, after taking a shower together.

And from that day forward, his house would become your second home, just as yours became for him.

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[bitdemonic]

hiya!!! thank you for offering free reading. may I ask you on how will I meet my fs? thanks!

hiii and thanks so much for participating! i hope this resonates bby😚

nine of cups. eight of cups. nine of swords. six of cups. comfort.

✞ future spouse is the person that you’ll marry this lifetime

the six of cups screams neighborhood park vibes since the overall dynamic for this meeting relies on comfortability (hence the comfort card). there's a touch of softness here, but it's overshadowed by the warmth and coziness around it; the energy feels like the scent of vanilla and provides the same security as a blue blanket. setting wise this is a meet-cute, so it'll be in an environment that could've been plucked from a romcom; a corner cafe (local dunkin or starbucks), a thrift or bookstore, a chapel, a christmas or birthday party (for an elder), at a car wash, at a friend's house, at a garage or bake sale, etc. there's eccentricity around the actual location but all of them are nostalgic; these places def have sentimental value or meaning in your life; imagine stars hollow and it's little town charm that supports the storyline of gilmore girls, that's what this feels like. there's even the introductional character bump-in omg this is so 2000s sitcom lmao.

the physical encounter will be general, or average as far as first impressions go (“chill”, awkward, calm). it seems innocent, waving with small smiles and kind eyes; exchanging numbers are here so this could be at someone’s work or a public event. i’m getting that the scenario starts inside (or outside) of someone’s job “for the day”, they’re a “professional” at what they do—this feels like ceo or executive manager. i see a problem but it’s minor; this could involve another customer or an employee perhaps? there’s an indication of communicating with another person before going to your fs. it’s not complaint-ish but more concerned; “hey, i seen so-and-so doing this” or “there’s no tissue in the bathroom.” not a major issue but it’s enough to be mentioned in passing. they’ll be intrigued (especially if it’s their job to be), i see them wanting to solve the disturbance and reassuring you that they’ll get everything back under control; at the same time they’re noticing how beautiful you are, counting your dimples and admiring the twinkle in your eye. this is so movie lmao because i honestly see them asking for your name and number right then.

the initial response will be “no”, but only because you’re startled or too caught up in the problem caused before. eventually you’ll cave though, i see them (playfully) bothering you each time you come in—channeling “coffee” right now so this can def happen in a cafè of some sorts and if you’re a bookworm then this is a library with a cafè attached to it. lmao aw, you’re timid and unkempt when you agree to taking their info; you’ll be in your idgaf outfit, maybe some sweats or a bleach stained hoodie but they won’t care. you don’t either which is good, they pick up on that confidence (or even just idgaf manner) and it excites them. the both of y’all tbh, there’s telepathic communication or knowing what the other is saying from their eyes. the date or outside hangout will be at a restaurant; preferably for “dinner” but i’m channeling brunch or lunch. “denny’s.” you’ll be happy with them as they will with you, but their charm over the course of being together will make you fall so hard. small town vibes for sure, this is so very sweet indeed. and omg i just realized that this is another gilmore girls reference fr; luke owns a diner and lorelai would come in everyday for coffee! they were friends before they became lovers, but not until after three (four?) seasons of hanging out on screen. watch clips (or the show😁) if you haven’t seen it because this is y’all’s vibe for sure.

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