#I'm confident I know how to use punctuation

[yeppeun-riaa]

What do you think their type of girl is: ran, rindou, sanzu and kakucho

TR BOYS AND THEIR TYPE

MDNI 18+

Not proofread. Idk why rans own is the shortest because hes my fav😫, I got carried away with the rest😭,hope you enjoy tho, thank you for the ask💕!

⋆RAN

Ran is into brats! women that are stubborn, women that have an attitude that will be the death of them, women that are way to dramatic and clingy, overall just downright bratty, he'd love to put them in their place when they decide to bitch out on him, he's sadistic and loves to watch them cry while he punishes them.

'You really thought you'd get away after pulling that shit? Then fucking think again, whore, you should be glad I'm putting that dirty mouth of yours to good use' he'd say through gritted teeth while using your mouth th get himself off.

ALSO. He likes when she plays hard to get, he always up for a challenge. I think he'd also be into very studious girs, like student council, top of all her classes type shit because it boosts his ego, and melts his heart, knowing that someone so uptight would crumble within mere seconds under his touch.

⋆RINDOU

He honestly just loves women, he really isn't that picky when it comes to his type but he would fall 10× harder for a girl if she was clingy and really into pda. You might disagree but I think rindou is a moderate fan of pda😭 he just loves all the attention he'd get.... The fact that his girlfriend would always want to hold hands or want him to have his anywhere on her body, a girl that just needs him would ignite a fire in him, he may not show it but he enjoys being wanted...

Your mouth hung agape and you saw stars as rindou thrusted into you at an inhumane pace, all while bending you almost painfully over the sink. "Fuck—rin!" You cried as his hand came down on your ass, you looked like a mess as you locked gaze with yourself in the mirror, tears streaming down your face, makeup all ruined while rindou pounded into you from behind. "You just can't keep your hands to yourself huh?" He says punctuating each word with a slap to your behind. "Don't fucking cry, you wanted this and now you'll take everything I give you and thank me after" yeah... when you came back to the others it was pretty obvious what went down.

⋆SANZU

He likes himself a bimbo, a woman that's that kind, caring, innocent and downright stupid, a girl that's book smart, but stupid in anything else. The type dumb of girl that walks around in tight clothes and thinks the men staring at her being friendly, of course he gets annoyed when she fails to realize that someone is flirting with her, or when she ask the most dumb question and won't stop fucking talking, but it's okaayyy, he loves to shut her up and teach her a lesson!!

"W-wait haru! too much" you'd yelp from your spot on the bed, trying to break free from your restraints to tug him away from your aching pussy. He smirks and runs his tongue up your slit, sticking one more finger into your tight littel hole and sucking harshly on your clit, "you're a fucking whore, if i didn't know any better I'd think you did that on purpose because you wanted a punishment" he spat harshly at you, you lost count of how many times you came, all you were sure of was that he needed to stop because it was all too much. "Baby I'm sorry! I di-didn't know he was flirting", he scoffs slapping your cunt making tears form on your waterline, "how could you not know? He was all up in your fucking face, talking about he could be better to you than me, are you dumb, or just dumb." It was a statement, not a question and you mourned seeing him sit up to undo his pants, it was gonna be a long fucking night.

⋆KAKUCHO

Kakucho is another one that just loves women♡ he's smitten for women that are confident, it drives him crazy (in a good way) when a girl is passionate and radiates good energy. That popular girl that everyone knows and loves, the girl that every guy wants, the girl that everyone would throw hands for if she ever cried. He wants that type of girl so he can be there for her, and see the side of her no one else gets to. Even the sad side that she never shows, he'll take great pride that he was able to break down her walls and be the only one too see her In that different night. He want to be the one that makes the false happiness, that no one else could detect, real.

"Shh, it's okay" he'd whisper sweet nothings I to your ear at night while he made love to you. Some nights rough, others slow and sensual, it all depended on how you felt, and right now you were sad, all you wanted was the him to love on you, melt all the sadness away. And that's exactly what he would do.

#Divider credits to @v-asearc♡ #ran haitani #ran haitani x reader #ran smut #ran x reader #rindou haitani x reader #rindou x reader #sanzu x reader #rindou haitani #sanzu smut #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x you #tokyo revengers #tokrev #kakucho #kakucho hitto #kakucho x reader #kakucho x you #kakucho x y/n

[reiderwriter]

Elevator Pitch

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

WC: 2k!!

Warnings: Smut, fingering, semi-public sex/ foreplay, praise kink-ish, some pet names completely ignored Spencer's germophobia to make this work 18+ MINORS DNI

Summary: Getting trapped in an elevator is never fun, but at least the attractive you're sharing the metal box of death with has an interesting idea about how you can pass the time.

A/N: This is just a really quick drabble for @imagining-in-the-margins Meet Cute challenge for this month!! I have an idea for another one that I'll post closer to Halloween too, so look forward to that alongside all the kinktober fics 👀

Check out my masterlist here!

You weren't planning on running late on your very first day on your new team, but here you were. You were scheduled to meet Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner in his office at 9 a.m. sharp, and here you were at 8:57, trapped inside an elevator. At least you weren't alone, but alone with a stranger, and one who seemed to be talkative in the worst way wasn't exactly ideal either. 

"Hey, don't panic. There are about 6 elevator-related deaths per year and about 100,000 injuries. I'm pretty confident about those statistics." He said, taking a sip of his coffee as he stood calmly by the door, pressing buttons and waiting for something to happen. 

"Oh god, I'm gonna die in here." You whimpered a little bit, falling to your knees and screwing your eyes shut. 

"No, I said we're not gonna die. Or its at least very unlikely." 

"And I'm supposed to trust you?" 

"Yes, I'm very good with numbers. Elevator accidents account for 0.00024% of all elevators in service in the US. There you don't have to panic anymore." Almost punctuating his words, the elevator gave a low groan and fell an inch lower, pushing him off balance and toppling to the floor right next to you. 

"That was just unfortunate timing." He said, his breath hitting your face. Your eyes opened again finally, and you noticed that due to his topple, he was way closer than before, face merely inches from your own. Whoever this overconfident stranger was, he was attractive. Distractingly so, as you didn't respond to his sentence the entire time he was there in front of you, words suddenly escaping you as you stared into his dark, wide eyes. 

"Mechanical issues are the cause of about 15.3% of elevator incidents. Since we're in Quantico, we can probably rule out foul play, which means that they'll probably have us back up and running in around 27 minutes." Opening his mouth ruined the fantasy for a minute, waking you up to the reality of your situation. 

"Did you work an elevator case or something, why do you know so much about this?" You regretted the question as soon as you asked it, as he launched into another speech. 

"I read the statistical reports published by the CPSC and the OSHA. It’s really interesting stuff actually, there are-”

“Please don’t take this the wrong way but I need you to shut up. I don’t think I can take any more statistics about my inevitable death by elevator. Can we do something else instead?”

“Like what?” 

“I don’t know. Can you… Can you hold my hand?” You felt yourself flush red the second the words left your mouth, and suddenly it was your turn to talk too much. “My mom used to do it when I was scared as a kid, and obviously you’re not my mom, and you don’t even know me, but I thought it could help comfort both of us. Human contact and touch is supposedly comforting in times of distress so I just thought…” He cut you off by silently grabbing your hand and settling into a seated position beside you and you sent a little prayer up to god to spare both your soul and your heart. 

Because Jesus Christ it was beating hard now.

“Oxytocin,” he said and you looked up at him with a questioning look. “Oxytocin is released when you come into contact with other people, it’s the reason newborn babies benefit from skin-to-skin contact and why humans enjoy petting domestic animals so much. And the whole sex to destress thing.” He nodded and looked away, but you could have sworn the oxygen was completely sucked out of the room when he mentioned sex. 

“Sex?” He turned to you as you said the word, as if processing the conversation you were in the middle of it. 

“Yeah, never heard of it?” You rolled your eyes and squeezed his hand in your own for a second, but his body was leaning closer into yours now, his entire attention on you, as if he expected you to answer the question. 

“Of course I have.” 

“And what do you think? Can it help you de-stress?” 

Your mouth moves before you can stop it. “Can we stop talking about this please, I’m already scared, I don’t need to be scared and horny.” You close your eyes and groan as his widen again, and suddenly you’re praying again, but this time you wouldn’t really mind if you became one of those six elevator malfunction deaths. 

“I don’t know, maybe it would help you. There are some studies that show that stress can have aphrodisiacal impacts in women, you know?” His voice was light, but your entire body stiffened as you looked into his eyes, trying to gauge what this stranger was offering. 

“So what, you’re suggesting I just get more and more turned on until I’m not worried about death?” 

“No, I’m suggesting I close the gap between us and distract you for a while.” You spared a glance down to his lips then, his tongue darting out to lick them and pulling you in closer. You nodded quickly, a small movement and he pushed his lips down into yours. 

He was soft at first, and you almost felt like pulling away and scalding yourself for engaging in risky behavior during a near-death experience. But just as you moved to pull away, his hand came up to your hair and you melted right back into him, the kiss deepening as you slanted your neck up to give up more of yourself to him. 

You barely feel his hands pulling you into his lap, but you’re suddenly there and so happy you are. Your free hand wanders up to his chest as he squeezes your connected digits again, sending your heart into a fit of palpitations. In a panic you pull away, groaning a little as you can feel his not stiff member poking between your legs. 

“Sorry, I don’t think we exchanged names. I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N..” 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” His lips fall down to your neck as he whispers the words into your skin, and you let your head fall back as his hands untangle from you and fall to your hips, encouraging your movements as you begin grinding over him.

“And you said we had twenty-seven minutes before we’re free, right?” 

“Whose the one talking too much now?” He bit into your neck sharply then, and you moaned out, battling the urge to let him take you there on the elevator floor. From it’s perch on your hip, his hand slips down and pops the button in your pants, pushing inside and finally touching you through your panties.

“That’s it, good girl, just keep grinding down on me.” Unconsciously, you press your hips into his hands, the pressure leaving you letting out a whistful sigh of relief. 

“God,… Should we be doing this here?” Your words were unsure, but your movements weren’t as you pushed yourself into him again and again, desperate to feel more of him as he rubbed circles into your clit, driving you closer and closer to your peak. 

“Let’s assume for now that the elevator malfunction has wiped out the CCTV,” he says, lips pressing against your skin as you lose yourself in his touch again. “We absolutely should be doing this.” 

His words fell straight to your core, and you felt yourself grow more aroused as you pondered being caught in such an intimate position with a stranger.

“You think you can cum right here, baby? Think you can give me one soon?” His words almost sent you over the edge, his smile widening as your hips twitched over his. 

“Fuck, yes, yes, please, don’t stop.” 

“Not so scared about this elevator anymore are you? Or did you want to spend your last moments coming undone in my hands?” With his words, you lost the ability to speak, simply moaning out your agreement to his every word. 

“I think I can hear someone talking through the walls, baby, you’re going to have to cum now for me, can you do that?” You nodded to him as he increased his pace on your words, and within seconds, you were letting it all out, head falling against his shoulder as you twitched through your orgasm. He pulled his hands out of your pants quickly and pressed a kiss to your lips, pulling you up to a standing position and making you look presentable as the doors to the elevator were finally pried open from the other side. 

“Hey, how are you guys holding up in there?” The call came from the maintenance staff, and you were sudden;y thankful that he’d finished you off when he did because as horny as you’d been, actually getting caught like that was something entirely different than the fantasy of it. 

You’re almost sorry that you have to leave when you do, suddenly absolutely involved in helping him “destress” the same way he’d helped you out. But he removes his hands from you and strikes up a conversation with the maintenance staff working to get your elevator level with the floor doors. You gravitate to the back of the stall, gripping the railing while your brain catches up to the circumstances. 

In no time, the elevator is back in working order, and you and your stranger are stepping foot on steady ground again, and saying your goodbyes.  

“Aaron Hotchner’s office is through those doors. Up the stairs to the left.” He smiles and nods at you before turning down the corridor and leaving you there by yourself. A glance at your clock tells you you’re too late to question his words, and how he even knew where you were going. You take off down the hall, ready to profusely apologize to your new boss and pledge to take the stairs for the rest of your days. 

When Hotch finally greets you, he has already heard about the elevator malfunction, and all is thankfully forgiven. You have to bite your tongue before asking if everyone on this floor is psychic. But you’re still late, and you have a case, so your introductions have to take place in the briefing room and you half-run, half-walk behind the older man as he makes his way down the hall. 

“Everyone we have a new team member today, please help her out for this first one and show her the ropes.” He introduces you by name, and you’re suddenly doing your best to memorize the names of a Prentiss, a Rossi, a Morgan, a JJ, and one Penelope Garcia. They seem to be waiting for someone else, but with the clock ticking, Penelope begins debriefing you on the next case.  

“Sorry I’m late,” a voice calls from the door, and you feel the hairs on your neck stand up in shock as everyone slowly turns to greet the newcomer. 

“What time do you call this?” Morgan laughs as the familiar man approaches, and a quick glance around tells you that the only seat left at the table, which had been so obviously reserved by the pile of paper files in contrast to everyone else's digital alternatives, was right next to you. 

“Spencer, we have a new team member, this is Y/N. She’ll be joining us on cases from today onwards.” Hotch quickly says, and you lock eyes with the man just as he falls into his seat. 

“I think we’re acquainted. Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Spencer Reid.” The room falls silent as he holds out his hand for you to shake, and you do your best to not show your shock and embarrassment on your face. You let your hand fall into his, the same one that you’d held earlier, the same one that had worked you up to the edge and then helped you pour over it, the same one that had pulled you together afterward. You said nothing after you’d finally pulled apart, waiting for him to make the next move once again. 

“I look forward to working with you.” 

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid smut #mgg #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fandom #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid x you #criminal minds self insert #criminal minds smut #meet cute #mentioningmargins

[mncxbe]

HII can i have sfw prompt 1 with tetchou and jouno, and nsfw 15 for tetchou and jouno too?? thankies

1– first time going on a date with them

15– they want you to call them daddy

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: threesome, double penetration, creampie, little bit of degrading, hair pulling, calling Jouno daddy cuz I don't see Tecchou being into that

"Excuse me, what?" deadpanned Jouno "You want both of us to take you out on a date?"

"Yea, exactly that. Whoever offers me a better time will be my boyfriend" you said confidently, looking at the two men before you.

For the past few weeks, Jouno and Tecchou had been trying to win you over. It was a silly competition, really, but both of them were adamant to make you their girlfriend. So you provided them with the perfect chance to do that.

Little did you know that your colleagues would go out of their way to make sure you choose them. From taking you to the most expansive restaurants in town to showering you with gifts, the guys really outdid themselves. You had such a fantastic time that, at the end of the night, you really couldn't choose between them. Good thing that Jouno had an idea how to settle your indecision once and for all.

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The sounds of skin slapping against skin bounced off the walls off your bedroom as your colleagues' hips snapped against yours. You were sandwitched between the two men, your face buried in the crook of Tecchou's neck as you huffed out moans and ragged breaths. God knows how both their dicks fitted inside your cunt– you were so full and the stretch was borderline painful, but you were taking it like a champ.

"Can you please slow down" you babbled out. The comment earned you an amused chuckle from Jouno. Running his hands through your hair, the white haired man behind you tugged at your roots, pulling you closer to him. "Come on, baby, you're doing good for us. Quit whining."

"Don't be mean to her, Jouno" retorted Tecchou, but Jouno was relentless. He pulled you flush against his chest, pistoning his cock inside you at a punishing pace that Tecchou struggled to keep up with.

"Don't go defending her, idiot. She's the one who asked for this, making us spoil her all day, follow her around like we're damn dogs." His words were punctuated by a harsh thrust, making both you and Tecchou groan. "Oh I bet this is what you wanted all along, you little slut. To have us fuck you like this."

"M-no Sai 'm sorry I didn't wanna upset you" you mewled, eyes rolling back into your skull as the two man tightened their grip on your body. You felt your head spinning from pleasure and it was getting harder to breathe, shallow breaths getting stuck in your throat. Your skin was clammy, sweat dripping down your abdomen as your colleagues bounced you on their cocks.

"No one's mad, baby. We just ah fuck– just want you to choose someone." reassured the white haired man, a devious smile tugging at the corners of his lips "Unless you want us to share you."

Tecchou nodded frantically, his pretty face scrunching up in pleasure. "Y-yea, we'll share you, beautiful, just give us the go." You could tell both of them were close, their cocks pulsating inside your walls.

Your colleagues sighed contently, spilling their loads inside you before collapsing on the mattress. Jouno pulled out of you with a wet pop but Tecchou remained sheated inside you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he pressed his forehead against yours.

This was just too perfect, having the men you were head over heels for agreeing to share you; not to mention the amazing sex you'd get on a daily basis. "You bet shit— I'm all yours."

"Oh yea?" smirked Jouno "Tell me, who do you belong to?"

"Fuck– you daddy. I belong to you."

"You were so good for us, pretty" he praised and your mind went blank, a fuzzy feeling washing over you as you snuggled closer to his chest. Jouno heard your heart skipping a beat and frowned, pettily crossing his arms. Now that was something he'd need time to get used to.

"Back off, idiot. We agreed to share her so I get to hold her too."

#this is the most down bad thing i wrote in a while #𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑ #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #bsd smut #suehiro tecchou #tecchou x reader #tecchou suehiro #bsd tecchou #bungou stray dogs tecchou #jouno smut #jouno x reader #jono bsd #bsd jouno #jouno saigiku #jouno x tecchou

[rainbow-nerdss]

Neck kisses for the soft prompts if it inspires? 💜

Ahh thank you so much! I've been imagining this intensely in my head since you sent the prompt, finally had time to write it today! 💙💙

(I'm picturing this set sometime not long post-tsunami, but I don't think it's super relevant other than for Chris' age)

Eddie darted for the kitchen for a cloth to clean the mess as Buck stared down at himself.

Chris was apologising, on the verge of tears when Eddie got back, handing one cloth to Buck and using the other to dab at the stain on the couch.

"I'm so sorry, Buck!"

Eddie abandoned the towel and knelt in front of Chris. "It's just soda. I promise, everything's okay."

"That's right, Chris," Buck added, giving up on his own cloth. No harm done! I'll just have to borrow a shirt from your dad, if I can find any that fit my arms." He punctuated this with a smirk and a wink, and Eddie threw a damp towel at his head.

"Hey!" Buck protested, throwing it back at Eddie.

Chris laughed, but he frowned again, looking at the damp stain on the couch. "Does this mean you won't be able to stay over?" He asked.

Buck followed his gaze and grimaced. "Well, the couch isn't an option, no..."

Eddie watched Chris' eyes well with tears. He knew how much Chris loved when Buck stayed over, and circumstances had prevented it for the past month. Eddie couldn't see his kid disappointed again.

"I'm sure my bed is big enough for two," he said.

"But, hey, that rug looks just as comfy as—" Buck offered at the same time, cutting himself off when he heard Eddie's suggestion.

Well, there was no turning back now.

Buck gave him a sheepish smile once Chris was safe in bed.

"I can sleep on the rug, if you—"

Eddie sighed. "it's fine, Buck. Like I said, my bed's plenty big for two, and don't pretend you don't get aches and pains from the couch, I see the way you have to stretch out your legs every time you stay over. The floor has got to be worse again."

"If-if you're sure..." Buck followed Eddie to his room and hovered in the doorway until Eddie tossed a pair of sweatpants and an old shirt at him. When he got back from the bathroom, he was more confident, back to the same old Buck.

"Just so you know, I've been known to cuddle in my sleep," he joked.

Well, Eddie assumed it was a joke, for his own sanity.

"I'm sure I'll survive. You have a preference about what side you sleep on?"

Buck shrugged and threw himself down on the left.

Eddie was hyper aware if Buck's presence in the bed next to him, taking up so much more space than anyone Eddie had shared with before. Eddie was sure he'd never get to sleep like this, but Buck's body was like a space heater, warmth radiating across the sheets, lulling Eddie to sleep.

He woke up to a still-dark room, a heavy weight across his waist, a solid pressure against his side. He was too warm, but he was so comfortable he couldn't bring himself to move. Still more asleep than awake, Eddie leaned into the warmth, and the grip around his waist tightened. A hand—Buck's hand—flexed against his hip.

Slowly, Eddie became aware of all the points if contact between them, right down to the way Buck's breath ghosted against his neck.

Distantly, Eddie wondered whether he should roll away, keep some sort of distance between them, but he couldn't bring himself to. Buck shifted in his sleep, until it wasn't his breath tickling Eddie's neck, but his lips. An accidental brush at first, becoming more deliberate, until he was peppering every inch of Eddie's neck he could reach with kisses.

Was he awake? Was he dreaming of someone else? Eddie should wake him.

"Buck?" He whispered, quietly enough that he hoped Buck wouldn't wake.

Buck hummed, then froze. "E-Eddie?" He started to pull away, but Eddie stopped him, wrapping a hand around Buck's forearm, holding him in place.

"It's okay, Buck."

"It's—what do you..?"

Eddie rolled over to face Buck. In the dark, he could only just make out the shape of him. Eddie let his hand move, slowly stroking it up and down Buck's arm until he relaxed.

"Oh," Buck whispered, almost reverent. "You-you too?" he asked.

"Me too," Eddie whispered back, pressing his forehead to Buck's. He snaked his arm around to Buck's back, and pulled him closer until he settled once more into Eddie's space, face tucked into the gap between shoulder and neck. Buck's lips pressed to his pulse point, purposeful this time.

"Eds, I—" Buck started, but Eddie shushed him, curling his fingers into Buck's hair.

"It's still early, Buck. Let's just sleep. We can talk in the morning."

Bucks arm tightened around Eddie's waist, then relaxed as his breathing evened out. Eddie took a moment to smile before sleep pulled him back under.

Send me soft prompts?💙💙💙

#buddie #buddie ficlet

[hbyrde36]

STWG Drabble 9/30/23

Prompt: Drunk talk

It was 2am, and Steve was sitting on the kitchen floor huddled around the phone, gripping the handset like it was a lifeline. It only rang twice before Robin picked up. She'd begged her parents to install an extra phone line in her room after Starcourt, and they gave in quickly once they realized it was either that, or getting woken up regularly by middle of the night panicked phone calls from the boy their daughter swore she wasn’t dating. Her parents didn’t know what had really happened to the two kids, just that whatever it was had left them with a lot of trauma and a little bit of codependency, but they loved their daughter, so they did what they could to make her happy.

“Steve?” Robin yawned his name into the phone, a hint of concern coloring her voice even though she was only half awake.

“Robbi-” Steve choked out through a sob that was punctuated with a hiccup. “I thhhink I fuccked up.”

“Are you drunk?” She asked, sounding a little more awake.

Steve snapped his fingers, pointing as if she was in the room with him. “Guessed it’n one.” He slurred a little, sniffling as he tried to speak. It was a wonder she understood him at all.

“Jesus, how much did you have? Wait, weren’t you and Eddie supposed to be hanging out tonight?”

“Oh Eddie” Steve sighed dramatically. “Eddie, he wasss here, he..oh god.. Robin I fuuucked up so bad - e’s never going to tttalk to me again.”

“What happened?” She asked.

Steve cleared his throat and took a few deep breaths. Trying hard to sober himself up.

“We were drinking.” He managed the three words with much less slurring than before, he thought Robin should be impressed.

She wasn’t.

“Clearly”

“Don’ be mean, i’m upset!” Steve groaned.

“Sorry, go on.”

“And I knew I shouldn’t have let myself drink so much but I did and god, Robin, he looked so hot!” Steve rambled on. “He had his hair up and a crop top on and I couldn’t help myself…. I all but sat on his lap when we decided to watch a movie.”

“I’m failing to see the issue here. You were flirting with him, so what? You like him, he likes you.”

“We don’t know that!” Steve hissed.

“We do know that! And I've been telling you to ask him out for weeks!.”

Steve hesitated, a little of his old panic rising in his chest. “I…i wasn’t ready.”

Robin’s tone softend. “That’s okay, you’re allowed to not be ready.”

“I think I am now, but…” He trailed off.

“Okay, so what’s the problem?”

“Eddie kissed me.” Steve said simply, as if that explained everything. In fairness to his booze soaked mind, it did.

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate, babe.”

“I freaked out, Robin! I freaked out and he thought I was freaking out because I didn't want him to kiss me, but really I was freaking out because I like him so much, and the kiss! Oh, the kiss was amazing. I had no idea that kissing could feel like that, but then I panicked because - what if I mess it up, Robin? What if I mess up with Eddie like I did with Nancy? I don’t know if I could survive that again.”

Robin was quiet for a long moment before she said anything.

“Shit, Steve. Do you…feel the same way about him as you did about Nance?”

“I think I do, Robs, I think I'm in love with him, but it doesn’t matter because I already ruined it.”

“Is that true?”

Steve’s heart sank as a deep voice sounded behind him.

He heard Robin suck in a breath on the other end of the line. He looked up, already knowing what he would find. Sure enough, Eddie was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, jacket on and keys still in hand. How long had he been standing there? Did he come back, or had he never left?

“Is that..?” Robin started to ask, but Steve cut her off. “Yeah, it is, um. I gotta go, I'll call you tomorrow.” He hung up before she could respond, never taking his eyes off the boy in the doorway.

Steve gulped audibly. “How much of that did you hear?”

Eddie shuffled his feet, looking nervous. It wasn’t something Steve was used to seeing on the other boy, he usually exuded confidence.

“I guess that depends.” Eddie replied.

“On?”

“How much of it did you mean?”

“All of it.” Steve answered quickly, eager to fix the mess he’d made of things.

Eddie pressed his lips together in a thin line, thinking. “Are you sure it’s not just because you’re drunk and sad?” He said, finally.

“If you stay, I'll say it again in the morning.”

Eddie smiled and shook his head. He walked over and sat down on the floor next to Steve, taking his hand and entwining their fingers. “What a line, Stevie.”

Steve ducked his head. “I’m sorry I freaked out.”

Eddie raised their clasped hands to his mouth and pressed his lips to the back of Steve’s fingers.

“I’m sorry too. I left and didn’t give you the chance to explain. I got into my van and even started it, but I couldn't leave. I didn’t want to run anymore. I came back inside so we could talk about it. I hoped you would forgive me for kissing you and we could still be friends.”

“I don’t want to be just friends, Eddie. Can we try the kiss again?”

Eddie squeezed his hand and stood up, pulling Steve along with him.

“Let’s get you to bed, and if you feel the same way in the morning I would be happy to have a do-over.”

Steve pouted but allowed Eddie to lead him out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his bedroom.

“Don’t pout, baby. You’re really drunk, and it would feel too much like I was taking advantage of you. Let’s just go to sleep, I promise I'll still be here in the morning.”

Baby.

“Will you sleep in here with me if I swear to keep my hands to myself?” Steve asked.

Eddie usually slept on the couch or the guest room when he stayed over. Steve had always hated it, but he had never been brave enough to ask Eddie to stay with him until now.

Eddie chuckled. “Yea, Stevie. I’ll stay with you.”

#stwgdailyprompt #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stranger things

[fatuismooches]

dottore brainrot hit me right in the middle of my poetry class so I'm making it everyone else's problem

dottore with a poet s/o. he's a logical man, he doesn't go into the arts, let alone decipher and examine them. would challenge dottore to decipher their poems. he's STRUGGLING bc how was he supposed to know that "the running water loves the land that hugs it" was meant to represent his hugs?? sometimes the segments can hear him muttering to himself and reading the poem aloud over and over again. but when he figures it out?? he melts(internally) bc it's just so sweet. 100% would support his partner's art

OH YM GOSHHH I FREAKING LOVE THIS. As someone who always adored writing but sucked at poetry like THIS IS SO CUTE BDWQHDWJ ILY FOR THIS ANON (Nah fr though... Dottore probably handed all the literature homework over to you to do for him in the Akademiya because he couldn't be bothered or interested enough in stuff like that 😭)

But even all these years later he still claims to be able to understand it if he tried (lies) so you decide to whip up your own poem to put him to the test. He easily accepts the challenge with his usual confident grin because how hard could it possibly be? He deals in complicated ancient texts relating to science, math, and all these other matters. Surely he can figure out a poem. (He turns out to be wrong. So so wrong.) For such a smart man he couldn't seem to interpret the hidden feelings, or the metaphors and poetic devices used in these poems or writings as quickly as he thought he would. He's POURING over every word, every punctuation mark, stanzas, line breaks, everything trying to understand what's going on. There are literally whole notes, underlining, circling, and more scribbled around the poem. And you thought you made it pretty easy too... of course your poem would be about your love for him!

Despite how much it looks like he's suffering trying to understand what's going on, it's enjoyable to Dottore. Like a stress relief. He knows he's not the easiest person to be around so he wants to understand you and your hobbies too... although he isn't adept at them at all. After a dozen pages of brainstorming he finally reaches a conclusion and he just gets so excited and cocky, like how he does when he finally makes a breakthrough in his research. Dottore will come up to you with his confident smirk again and tell you in plain words what exactly you want. Acting as if you didn't make his brain short-circuit a few times.

"The running water loves the land that hugs it" was meant to represent his hugs??" IS SO SO CUTE IM EVAPORATINGGG AHHH

#smooches talks #dottore love notes <3 #funny enough ive been writing poems lately for class as well 😭 #my favorite kinds are ones that rhyme🚶‍♀️ #the segments want some poems too :(

[snailsdraw]

[Start ID: 7 pages of HLVRAI narrative doodles following an interaction between a younger Bubby and Dr Coomer about the moon.

It is a late night at the Black Mesa facility in the year 1973. Bubby, now a scientist, is taking a load off outside by the train tracks within the facility, his legs dangling over the edge while his face is tilted to the sky with an unreadable expression. "Ah! There you are, Dr Bubby!" calls Dr Coomer, walking up from behind him. He continues, "May I ask what you're doing out here? Your presence was requested at the High-Energy Particle Labs about an hour ago, or so I've heard." Bubby seems to rub at his eyes before turning his face sideways to throw a glance at the approaching fellow scientist. He smirks: "Oh Harold, when have I ever let those idiots get their way? Besides, I haven't failed to deliver even when 2 hours short. I'd say they're just too intimidated by my Intellectual Prowess to trust me with it." Dr Coomer stoops down to sit down next to him, humming in a humouring manner.

"Bubby, I do recall you only learning how to use the lavatory a month ago-" Dr Coomer begins to say, before Bubby interrupts him. "Look, I was created to be a scientific genius, not a toilet user," Bubby retorts. Not quite paying attention to his response, Dr Coomer hums absentmindedly, gaze turned to the full moon hanging above them. Out here, the dark open sky is speckled with pinprick stars and graced by passing clouds. Dr Coomer comments: "The Moon is quite beautiful tonight, isn't it?" "Well, I'm not surprised. It usually is," replies Bubby. "What would be nice is to see it up close..." Sensing hidden melancholy in his words, Dr Coomer steals a sideways look at him.

Bubby is quiet for a bit, face still turned to the moon. "…I was always going to find a way onto that rocket, you know?" Bubby finally says, quietly. "Leave it to the labcoat bastards to fuck that up…keeping me locked up in that damn tube a year too damn long." Dr Coomer looks away, feeling a smidge guilty at being a "labcoat bastard" himself in Bubby's words. The year is 1973, a year after NASA's last lunar mission.

They sit in silence, until Bubby feels an elbow nudging at him. "Now, now, that's not the Dr Bubby I've come to know," Dr Coomer says encouragingly, having recovered from his momentary guilt, "Look with me, won't you?"

"The Moon is still up there, isn't she? In all her glowing radiant glory," says Dr Coomer, gesturing to the moon with an open palm. Bubby looks at him curiously as the stout man continues: "And as long as she's still up there," - and Dr Coomer punctuates his sentence by poking a finger to Bubby's chest - "I believe you will find a way to meet her."

Dr Coomer retracts his hand, keeping his other palm held open towards the moon. He quirks an eyebrow at Bubby, grinning: "Afterall, would a "scientific genius" be handicapped by the mere discontinuation of the Apollo Project?" Bubby is speechless for a moment, taking in Dr Coomer's words in subtle awe before a smug grin stretches across his cheek. "Oh, of course not!" Bubby says confidently, a glint bouncing off his glasses as he adjusts them smartly, "What do they take me for? A fool?"

Dr Coomer smiles warmly at Bubby in amusement as Bubby continues arrogantly: "I'll be up there in no time! In fact, why stop there? I'll go even further!" "I'll be the first terrestrial being to see the universe in its entirety!" Bubby's words echo in Dr Coomer's mind somewhere in the future, when the elderly scientist floats alone in a dark void of space above everything he had once thought to be real. Looking down on the now small piece of railway area he'd just been standing on with the rest of the Science Team, his doubtless reply to Bubby back in 1973 rings hollowly in his mind. "I'm sure you will, Bubby."

End ID.]

I had to split the Boomer thing into two because the ID would been even longer if not.

Yall have @ves-doodles to thank for introducing me to the Saturn V rocket.

[Link to Part 1.] <<

#hlvrai #hlvrai bubby #hlvrai coomer #id #snail's art

[nicolettemarionette]

Business with Pleasure

Pairing: Kendall Roy x Reader x Stewy Hosseini Description: Stewy is preoccupied when Kendall comes to him with a pitch. You don't seem to mind the intrusion, though. Words: 1K Rating: SMUT (more under the cut)

Warnings: Cursing, drinking, implied drug use, smut, age gap, semi-public fondling, exhibition, teasing

A/N: A horny reimagining of S1E3 because I'm a slut for Kendall and Stewy ;)

Part 2 up now!

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It's a party; Kendall Roy had attended more parties than he could remember. From lavish galas filled with pissing contests of charitable donations, to tedious mixers spent appeasing disingenuous executives from billion dollar corporations, to ragers mixing copious amounts of recreational drugs and hard liquor. The gathering he finds himself at now resembles the latter - pharmaceutical helpers being handed around like party favours as soon as he steps onto the threshold.

He swallows down the itch to indulge, manoeuvring his way through the coked up crowd. A thick curtain separates him from a private room and the familiar laugh of an old friend. He's prepared, thoroughly confident in his approach as he pushes into the red-lit space.

Then he's unprepared for the sight of you; eyes half lidded, makeup smudged, lips swollen, hand gripping the older man's wrist, fingers hidden under a silky dress, hips rocking of their own accord. Kendall tears his eyes away, clearing his throat, "Stewy."

"Kendall," Stewy doesn't move his arm, despite your cheeks flushing at the intrusion. He merely raises his brows, "Kinda in the middle of something here."

"Yeah, well...we need to talk." It's curt and a clear indication for privacy, which Stewy wilfully ignores, his breath ghosting over your neck as he bends down to breathe in the familiar smell: a luxury fragrance he'd gifted you. Sweet, floral, delicate, just like you.

"Then talk."

Kendall frowns, then sighs exasperatedly, arms crossing over his chest as he looks everywhere but the lavish love seat you're sprawled across. "Okay, so you know how everyone kinda...hates you."

Stewy hums, "Uh huh. No, that's not something I'm aware of. Do you hate me, sweetheart?"

His fingers touch you again, lazily sliding over your pussy, grazing your clit, drawing a soft whimper from your lips. You shake your head pathetically in response to his question, though you're sure it's rhetorical. In reward he applies more pressure, a shit eating grin plastered to his face, corners of his eyes crinkling and the edges of his lips turned up; thoroughly amused as he watches Kendall's gaze going up and down your body so quickly he would've missed it if he hadn't been directly looking at him.

His friend swallows thickly, then states, as loudly and clearly as he can, "Well, people do, hate you. Private equity, getting their meat hooks in, chiselling your profit like uh, like a vampire locust fuck."

"What is this? Is this a roast cos...if you haven't noticed I kinda have shit to do." Stewy punctuates the sentence by dipping his fingers lower, groaning at how easily they slip into your entrance. He always knew you weren't as innocent as you feigned - from the auspicious smile you'd given him the first time he took you, in the restroom at some pompous art exhibition, and now this. He's embarrassingly hard.

The tension in the air is thick and hazy, hanging over you, heat blooming in your stomach with every deliberate stroke of Stewy's fingers against your walls, the man watching only adding to the searing desire. Kendall Roy is an easily recognisable man. You chance a look at him: tall, impeccably dressed, strikingly handsome, far older than you.

Dark eyes meet your own, momentarily, a certain hunger within them, teeth digging into his lips, "Right, well, I'll cut to the chase."

"Okay."

"How about instead of taking us over, you give us four billion dollars; I stay boss, you stop raiding shitty companies for scraps, you invest for once in a blue collar corporation that's currently..."

He trails off at the sight of Stewy's fingers pushing into your mouth. The way your lips close around them, suck them, Kendall definitely isn't imagining your tongue swirling around them. And he's definitely not picturing those lips wrapped around his cock.

His oldest friend gives him a knowing look, waiting for him to elaborate, which he does, stammering out the rest of his pitch, "Yeah, right. You know, it's currently undervalued by some unfounded concerns about its leadership, i.e: the 'Lord Fuckleroy' here. But, you invest, the story twists, happy ending for all." 

Stewy pulls his fingers from your mouth, trailing them down the valley of your breasts, brushing over your pebbled nipples, before ghosting over your thighs, toying with the fabric of your shift. "Obviously, I don't usually take minority stake in a company."

"Yeah obviously, because you're..." Kendall starts, then sighs. It's becoming increasingly hard for him to focus when Stewy's edging closer to your core again, the way your breath hitches telling him he's reached his target again. He folds his arms, "How about for once, you make things bigger? You know, with your old pal?"

Stewy suddenly plunges his fingers deeper than before, curling them and you can't help the needy cry that leaves your lips. He outright laughs, the sound dark and gruff as he shrugs to his 'old pal', "Bro, I can't even begin to think about this. But if I could, to sell it, I'd need boning stock."

"As long as we remain in control."

"Well," Stewy pauses when your hand finds purchase in the expensive fabric of his suit pants, self-restraint wearing thin, his hips chasing your touch, thrusting his fingers harder into you. "Effective control, okay. I'm also gonna need a board seat."

Despite Kendall's attempts to ignore the situation, the nervous rubbing of his neck gives away his discomposure. Still, his voice is strong, "Oh I'd force it on you, dude, for the optics. Shit hot CEO has some hot shit new money for investment. Yeah?"

"I'm not necessarily totally opposed to this notion."

"That's right, and luckily I speak Stewy. And that's Stewy for 'I've got a raging hard on for this." The moment the words leave his mouth he sees a barely suppressed bearded grin.

"If that isn't the pot calling the kettle a fucking minority," Stewy gestures to the sizeable tent pitching in the CEO's pants, brows raising comically. 

Kendall grimaces, adjusting his stance, "Oh, uh, sorry. But we're good, right?"

Stewy moves his fingers quicker, focusing on that spongy spot inside that has your face contorting with pleasure, pushing you towards orgasm and then his hand returns from your sticky thighs to pick up his glass. He raises it, "Yeah, we're good."

He rolls his eyes when you whine at the loss of contact, frustrated with his teasing. He takes a long sip of the bitter liquor, then before Kendall turns his back, adds, "But, just a thought. Why don't you...hang back for a bit? Celebrate?"

The insinuation clouds the air and before Kendall can even answer, he's being cut off, "I don't think-"

"What do you think, sweetheart?" His pet name has you in the palm of his hand, half smile on his face. "You want Ken to fuck you?"

You look nervous for a moment, but it quickly fades with the offer of being shared between two of the most powerful men in the city, "If...if he does."

"She's been practically soaked since you walked in. And you and Rava are done, right?"

"We're..." Kendall thinks back to the hurtful words exchanged, the emptiness of his bed. It's been weeks without contact, his sex drive through the wall. "We're separated, yes."

"And the banks not fucking you anymore, so how about you do some fucking of your own," as if he needs anymore convincing, Stewy's fingers are teasingly pulling the thin straps holding up your breasts. "Come on, it'll be just like old times."

Kendall tilts his head, looking past his friend to search your face for a moment, wondering if you're lust drunk or just fucking wasted. Then, he decides he doesn't really care. "Fuck it, yeah."

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A/N: This is my first time writing in a while and this is quite short and probably riddled with mustakes buttttt would totally be up for a part 2 if people want it. Any feedback is much appreciated :)

#succession #succession hbo #kendall roy #roman roy #stewy hosseini #succession smut #kendall roy smut #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy imagine #kendall roy x you #stewy hosseini smut #stewy hosseini x reader #stewy hosseini imagine #stewy hosseini x you #kendall roy x stewy hosseini x reader #kendall x stewy #stewy succession #kendall succession

[lexiandliterature]

let's talk about rupi kaur and why she's everything wrong with online culture.

i've heard many a good review about rupi kaur and her poetry and i will tell you right now that i confidently disagree. in case you don't know who she is, rupi kaur is a "poet" on instagram with over 4.5 million followers known for her short but impactful poems that captivate the hearts of millions of people around the world.

her rise to fame caught the tidal wave of internet virality as she self published her first collection, Milk & Honey, earning critical acclaim. I like to call it milk our money but i'll get to that in another post.

let's first define poetry for what it is. though this definition can depend on who you ask, i like to think of poetry in four main categories: theme, meter, form, and intention. theme is just the general topic of the poem and the way the poet goes about addressing it. meter is the rhythm and rhyme pattern; it's the way it sounds when you read it aloud and the way that sound hits your ear. form is the way it looks, the way it reads, how that affects the way you say it and the way the words are perceived. and finally let's talk about intention. how is she choosing her words, how is she placing them in an order that is interesting, and how is she using literary devices to aid her story?

(if you want to see these categories done well, then it will have to be a whole different post because this could take awhile.)

so let's talk about rupi kaur's poetry in these four categories starting with this 2 LINE POEM that doesn't have a title.

"and here you are living despite it all"

-rupi kaur

wow. inspirational. 2 lines, with no punctuation whatsoever. this isn't even a sentence. we're off to a great start.

so theme. this poem is about overcoming something difficult. what difficulty? i could not tell you. there is no more information. at least she has an idea. the "you" is likely addressing the readers, thus suggesting that the purpose of the line being so general is to appeal to everyone (this is another issue i'll get into some other time).

let's talk about meter now. there's really nothing to say, there is none. there is no rhythm, no rhyme scheme, no nothing. and i'm not saying every poem has to have these things, it's just to say that if she doesn't have this, her poem needs to be interesting in other ways (which spoiler alert it isn't).

now let's talk about form. she breaks this "not sentence" into two lines. this enjambment is random and without thought. there is nothing interesting about separating this sentence other than for aesthetic purposes. nothing about the shape of this poem is interesting and nothing about it has meaning.

and finally, let's talk about intention. she uses "you" to appeal to a wider audience which suggests that this poem is more likely written to be relatable than to be sincere. is the "you" talking about a friend? a lover? a sibling? a friend/lover that's a sibling? (im just kidding) like come one. give us nothing. the ambiguity of "all" has a similar connotation. what is she overcoming? a cold? the death of a loved one? spilled milk? what is it? i shouldn't have to give meaning to the poem FOR HER. THIS IS HER POEM.

so if we're grading this out of 4 points, we'll give her a point for theme (because at least i know what she's talking about), no points for meter, no points for form, and certainly no points for intention.

this poem is a 1/4 or a 25%. congratulations rupi!

if this is the standard at which we are holding one of the most POPULAR poets of our generation because her poetry is accessible, easy to read, and relatable, then we are in a bit of trouble.

taking time to understand why the words are put in a certain order is what makes poetry so beautiful and if we can't even stop to sniff the roses sometime, what are we even doing? nothing in life is easy, and we are slowly diluting everything difficult into something that is meaningless. part of the beauty is in the time you put into understanding its message. rupi kaur is a perfect example of someone marketing off of our short attention spans and our need for instant gratification.

what i'm getting at here is not that a poet i dont like is extremely popular but rather we're letting people profit off of mediocrity while also losing the essence of what that thing really is. we're letting it become easy and accessible and "relatable" when part of the beauty is often what makes it different. it's not that rupi kaur is the problem but rather an example of the ongoing issue.

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#writing #books #rant post #personal rant #poetry #rupi kaur #instagram poetry #poem #questions #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writerscommunity #writer #tumblr poetry #ranting #rant #words #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #mine #opinion #ted talks

[lirotation]

POV my little fanfiction, Astarion X Amaara Ashvale(my Tav after many many backstory tweak).

Amaara Ashvale stood before Halsin, her expression a mixture of surprise and disbelief. The request he had just made was beyond anything she had anticipated.

Halsin's gaze held a mixture of earnestness and a touch of challenge. "Amaara," he began again, his tone soft but resolute, "nature doesn't always adhere to the constructs of monogamy. The heart's affections can be fluid, and relationships can take on various forms."

She blinked, her mind racing to process his words. The implications of what he was suggesting began to dawn on her, and her cheeks flushed.

"I am very flattered, Halsin," Amaara finally managed to say, her voice betraying the slight tremor of her emotions. "But I'm HAPPILY in a relationship."

Halsin's demeanor remained steady, his gaze unwavering. "A relationship that can be reevaluated, given the circumstances."

Amaara's eyes widened, and she felt a rising frustration. The audacity of his words left her momentarily speechless. "Halsin," she said, her tone firmer now, "I cannot and will not entertain such a notion. My heart belongs to someone else."

Halsin's gaze flickered, his expression a mix of understanding and persistence. "Astarion," he mentioned, "You two are joined body and soul. I can smell his scent on your skin." his voice dropping in volume, "Maybe he would enjoy the idea, maybe even participate."

The shock of his words cut through her like a blade. Amaara's usually composed demeanor wavered, her eyes narrowing as her voice hardened, "No, Halsin, I am no druid but I've read my share of books. Two male bears would fight for a female, not share one. Nature isn't an excuse to mask personal inclinations. And as far as I know, nature doesn't dictate the intricacies of emotional connection."

With that, she turned away, her steps quickening as she distanced herself from the uncomfortable conversation. Her heart raced, and a swirl of emotions churned within her. 

As she walked aimlessly around camp, her thoughts fixed to Astarion. They had shared battles, secrets, and moments of closeness. Yet, in all the time they had spent together, they had never discussed the nature of their own relationship.

After Astarion's heartfelt confession, she had assumed so much, taken their connection for granted. The realization hit her like a spell, making her heart ache with both guilt and uncertainty.

"Have I been naive?" she muttered to herself.

As the city's lanterns flickered to life around her, casting warm hues against the night, Amaara's resolve solidified. She would not let Halsin's words shake her confidence in what she shared with Astarion. But she couldn't escape the lingering question: how will this relationship play out if they have different core values?  

Finally, she approached Astarion. As she looked at him, his figure illuminated by the soft glow of the fire, she took a deep breath and spoke.

"Astarion," she began, her voice carrying a blend of vulnerability and courage, "You won't believe the crazy conversation I just had with Halsin."

"Hahaha, I was wondering when you were going to bring that up." Astarion said light heartedly.

His expression puzzled her, "You...you know about it?"

"Pff, It is clear as day what his intentions are." Astarion said, "I just wanted to know one thing—do you felt like something was missing between us now that I can't... well, you know."

"Of course not" Amaara looked up, try to read Astarion's expression better.

"Good," he replied, his voice softer now. "It's good to know."

Their conversation seemed to hang in the air for a moment, the quiet crackling of the fire punctuating the space between them. But then, Astarion's words took a turn that she hadn't anticipated.

"Then you can have as much Halsin as you want."

The words landed with a weight that surprised her, leaving her momentarily speechless. She searched his eyes for any hint of his intentions, any indication of what he might be feeling, but his gaze remained steady, his expression a mixture of ease and nonchalance.

Amaara felt a pang of disheartenment, a pang that she hadn't expected. She realized she had been hoping for a different response, one that would reveal a hint of jealousy, a spark of possessiveness—a sign that he cared.

But his response, while honest, was a reminder of the complex nature of their relationship. It was a reminder that his feelings and perspectives were shaped by a lifetime of experiences that were far from conventional.

As she looked at him, a swirl of emotions washing over her, Amaara caught herself. She couldn't force Astarion to feel something he might not be capable of feeling, and she shouldn't label him��uncaring based on lack of conventional notions of jealousy and possessiveness.

His response was shocking but not surprising. She had been trying her best to cuddle him in this relationship, but there is one line that cannot be crossed. She need to lay it down, to gain some form of security and assurance for herself.

"Astarion," she began softly, her voice determined.

He turned his gaze towards her, his eyes meeting hers with slight apprehension, "if you want to ask me to join the two of you, well, I am not quite ready yet, my sweet."

"I am not going to 'have Halsin' or anyone else for that matter. There's something I want to talk to you about," she snapped despite trying to swallow the unwelcomed disappointment. "It's about us."

He leaned back against a log, his expression pensive as he listened.

"Astarion," she began again, her voice gentle yet resolute, "You have no idea how relieved I was when you decided to open up to me. Your history, your experiences. I...I am pretty bad when it comes to the matter of heart, so I will just be blunt. From what I understand, for you, physical intimacy isn't the same as it might be for others."

His brow furrowed slightly as he regarded her.

"Your past, the way you've used seduction and... well, sex, as a weapon," she paused, choosing her words carefully, "I understand that it's something you don't hold in high regard. That it's been twisted into something you can't even care about anymore."

After a moment of pulse, she continued, "I will never understand truly the horrible trama you've endured, but I will try my best to respect your wishes. I..." She inhaled sharply, try to master the courage, "I also want to make something clear to you, something that's important to me."

Astarion blinked,  curiosity and caution dancing in his eyes.

"Fidelity," she finally said softly, "is important to me. I've been hurt before, Astarion. I've been betrayed. And I can't help but carry those scars with me."

Understanding began to dawn in his expression as he met her gaze, his guard starting to lower.

"I've seen the way you've protected me, fought by my side," she continued, her voice growing firmer. "And I know that you value our connection. But I also want you to know that, for me, fidelity is about emotional commitment,  as well as the physical act."

Astarion's shoulders seemed to relax slightly, a mixture of vulnerability and something akin to relief in his features.

"I will be faithful to you, for as long as we are together.  In turn, even if physical intimacy means nothing to you," she said, her voice gentle but unwavering, "I ask that you respect my feelings on this matter. I ask that you refrain from engaging in such acts with another for whatever reason, even if they hold no significance for you."

"You don't have to worry about that," Astarion mused, "I run away from sex as fast as I used to run away from the sun."

"Please," Amaara sighed, "I am not asking for a vow right now. I just want to lay it there, so we both know where we stand."

He met her gaze fully now, his eyes holding a depth of understanding that resonated with her own vulnerabilities, "I want something real with you. but honestly, I don't really know what I am doing. It's just... I've existed for a long time, and my experiences have shaped me in ways that I can't always control."

"I know," she replied softly, "And I don't want you to feel pressured to be someone you're not. I value you for who you are, Astarion."

"You're more straightforward than anyone I've ever met." He smiled, "I appreciate that," his voice carrying a depth of sincerity, "I appreciate you being upfront about what matters to you." His hand reaching out to rest on hers. "This is nice, and I want this to last. I don't know what future holds, but yes, I will try not to mess it up."

They sat in silence for a while, fingers laced, then Astarion smiled smugly, "I guess this means no Halsin for either of us, that's a shame."

#bg3 fanart #astarion fanart #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 fanart #astarion fanfiction #astarion #clip studio paint #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #my oc character #I hail from Silverymoon #baldurs gate 3

[taffycandyqt]

Hi I was wondering if you could do tmnt 1987 Donnie x a fem trad goth reader and he’s just enamored with her and his brothers are just confused asf as to why a “vampire” is dating their brother

OMG YES! there is a severe lack of 87' content in the TMNT fanbase and it makes me sad. Not to mention I dress goth occasionally so this request got me really excited!

Who in the Halloween is That?!

87' Donatello x fem trad goth reader

Fluff, crack

Donnie Brings his goth girlfriend to finally meet his family. His brothers are happy for him but Donnie is a little to enamored with his girl to realize that they're also a little concerned.

Donatello and you have been dating for a little more than three months. He had been out on a mission to find a missing part for his next invention when you instantly caught his eye with your unique style. You were an employee where he was looking and he was fascinated by your choice in clothing, it was so different than anything he had seen before. So he approached you. And with the confidence of a shy fangirl meeting her celebrity crush, asked you if you knew where he could find what he was looking for.

You, of course, helped him find it but right before you went on your way, he complemented your outfit and asked you out. Then the rest is history. There were a couple of things to smooth out as with all relationships, but you guys were a match made in heaven.

Now, you both were at a place in your relationship where Donatello felt like it was finally time to introduce you to his family. He actually introduced you to April first, to ease you into it. She was surprised to say the least but really happy for you guys. Honestly, she was proud of him.

Nows not the time to reminisce however. Not while your sitting at a table with Donatello's family staring at you like your the mutant.

"Umm, Donatello, who's this again?" Raphael said gesturing to you.

"I'll introduce you all in a minute, I want everyone to be here so let's wait for Master Splinter." Donatello replied as he was setting the table.

Leonardo sat down next to Raphael as Michelangelo brought out the pizza and sat it in front of the others. Michelangelo side eyed you curiously but looked back fast once you noticed.

Safe to say, it was a little awkward.

When Master Splinter entered the room he greeted you and then sat down and situated his sushi. Once everyone was seated the began to eat. Donatello quickly snatched you a slice before it all went missing. You smiled at him as a quite 'thank you' and he smiled back.

"So, gonna introduce us to your new bud Donatello?" Michelangelo flopped his pizza around to gesture before punctuating his sentence with a large bite.

"Yes!" He answered, almost like he forgot, "Everyone, this is Y/N L/N, my girlfriend."

Everyone except Splinter choked on their food at the sudden news.

"G- girlfriend?" Leonardo coughed out.

"Since when did you have a girlfriend Donatello?" Raphael questioned.

"Well we've been together for a couple of months and-"

"Months?! And you never told us?!" Michelangelo interrupted.

"Well I'm telling you now aren't I?" Donatello crossed his arms.

"Now my students, relationships are a complicated thing. They take time and Donatello and y/n have decided to tell us when they felt the time was right." Splinter explained, "It is good to meet you. I am glad my son was able to find someone that brings him happiness."

"Thank you. I'm glad I get to finally meet all of you." You said.

After that the dinner became much more comfortable and you enjoyed the conversations you were able to strike up with Donatello's family.

After dinner, Donatello wanted to give you a tour around the lair and show you some of the inventions in his lab. Master Splinter decided to leave them be and meditate in his room while the rest of the brothers congregated in the living room per Michelangelo's request.

"Okay dudes, I know how this is gonna sound, but I need you to listen to me here."

"Just get on with it Michelangelo." Raphael responded, already wishing he could watch his comedy skits on the television.

"Donatello's girlfriend is a... VAMPIRE!" Michelangelo emphasized by raising his arms.

"A vampire. Really."

"I'm serious dudes!"

"Michelangelo, I get that y/n might dress a little differently but that's no reason to assume that shes a vampire."

"It's true! Let me show you!"

Michelangelo began to pull out their movies and display the covers of each.

"Observe, exhibit A. 'The Vampire Girlfriend', the vampire dates her prey to not only to eat him but to get access to more meals through his family!"

"Oh, oh no Michelangelo! I think your right! Not!"

"Come on Michelangelo a movie?"

"Wait theres more! Exhibit B. 'The Vampire Alien Next Door', the vampire comes off as a friendly person to gain their neighbors trust before they suck their blood!"

"Again, Michelangelo, it's just a movie!"

"Do any of these 'vampires' even dress like y/n?"

"Pay attention mi amigos! Exhibit C. "Attack of the Goth Vampire Clan'."

Leonardo and Raphael studied the cover before looking at one another.

"Whelp, I'm convinced." replied Raphael.

"Yup, that's pretty solid evidence." Leonardo agreed.

"So dudes, now that we all see the truth, the question is, how do you expose her?" Michelangelo asked.

"Well we can't just let her stay with Donatello." Leonardo answered, "We will need separate them."

"Okay, how are we gonna do that fearless leader?"

"I'm thinking," Leonardo responded, "I got it! Michelangelo, break the oven!"

"What?! No way dude, how are we gonna make pizza!"

"Don't destroy it, just, ya know, break it a little so Donatello has to come in and fix it. That way we can distract him long enough to test y/n."

"Okay, sure sure." Raphael nodded along, "but now my question is, how do we test y/n?"

"Oh don't you worry brother of mine, I have a great idea." Michelangelo smiled.

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"I don't know Donatello, I think one of your brothers was glaring at me during dinner." You weren't sure what to think, they all seemed to like you just fine except the one. It made you nervous to think one of his brothers didn't like you.

"Oh that's ridiculous, my family loves you! And I mean, how could they not? Your amazing!" Donatello saw nothing but smiles and good food. To him it felt like you belonged there. How could one of his brothers not see that?

"I guess." You sighed, you love Donatello but he tends to wear rose colored glasses when it comes to you. It's caused a few minor spats in the past, but nothing that wasn't easily fixable. Overall, though, it was pretty good for your selfesteem. You've never felt more like a catch in your entire life.

"Hey, don't worry okay? If one of them really doesn't like you I'm sure it just because they haven gotten to know you yet! They'll see how wonderful you are with time. So don't stress okay?"

You couldn't help but smile at your sweet boyfriend. Gosh, you loved him so much.

"Yeah, your probably right."

"I usually am. Now that that's been settled, let me show you the Turtle Van! It's my prized invention and I've wanted to show it to you for forever!"

And with that you were lead along and shown every beep and gizmo that the Turtle Van had to offer. Your boyfriend's creativity and ingenuity never ceased to amaze you.

"And if you just put your hand here-" Donatello moved you hand to a small scanner, "there! Now your hand print has been entered into the vans main frame. You should have access to all it's central controls." As he turned back to you it donned on him just how close the two of you were. Donatello blushed as he gave you some space.

"A- anyways I, uh."

"Donatello! Duuude! I need some of your brains amigo!" called Michelangelo from another room.

You and Donnie left the van to stand at the door way of his lab.

"Does it haft to be me?" Donatello yelled down the hall. This was the first time you had been in the lair. Can't he relish on you presence in peace?

"Afraid so compadre! Your the only one who can fix the busted oven!"

"Oh for the love of-" Donatello rolled his eyes, "looks like Michaelangelo broke something again. It may not be the most interesting thing in the world but we can still talk while I fix the oven if you want."

"Sounds good to me!" You reply. In all honesty you enjoyed watching him work. It was something that made him happy, and how could you to be upset with a happy turtle.

As you entered the kitchen you sat at the table while Donnie inspected the damage.

"Is it bad?"

"No, it shouldn't take me too long to fix this."

"That's a RELIEF." Michelangelo responded putting extra emphasis on 'relief'.

Donatello got to work while you asked him to tell you what happened. He loved explaining the technical stuff to you.

"I said. THAT'S A RELIEF!"

Donatello paused, "Yes Michelangelo, we heard you the first time."

"Oh, ummm. Y-yeah dude. Sorry." Michelangelo then turned to the doorway of the kitchen and gave Raphael and Leonardo a look.

"What does that bozo expect us to do?" Raphael whispered, "She wasn't supposed to follow him!"

"We'll just have to carry on with the plan anyways." Leonardo shrugged.

Raphael sighed but continued anyways.

"Look at this neat new necklace I found Leonardo!" He faked as he walked into the room.

"WOAW Raphael! That's amazing, what's it made of?"

"Oh you know, just garlic woops!" as Raphael pretended to slip he made sure to throw the garlic so it landed on you.

"Oh my goodness!" All three of them turned to look at you, "Are you okay? Your not hurt are you?"

You stood up and pulled the garlic off as you hurried to Raphael's side.

"What's going on?" Donatello stood up and surveyed the situation in the kitchen, "is everyone okay?"

"Uhhhh, yeah yeah. How are you y/n, sorry that garlic got you, hehe." Raphael rubbed the back of his neck and tried not to act suspicious.

"It's fine, it's just garlic. Your the one who slipped flat on your face."

"I'm okay, don't worry about it." Raphael waved you off.

"Why did you have a thing of garlic in the first place Raphael?" Donatello asked.

"Oh, uh... I... just... found, it."

"Oh. Would you like help washing them then?" You offered.

"Uhhhhh, s- sure."

"Okay!" Your turned and went back to where you had let the garlic fall. Donatello gave his brothers a weird look but continued on with the oven.

-

"There has to be another way!" Michelangelo exclaimed.

"She touched the garlic Michelangelo, what Vampire can touch garlic?!"

"Maybe that's something the movies just added to give them another weakness." He responded, not willing to except that you weren't a vampire.

"Michelangelo, I think its time to give this a rest. Y/n being a vampire is a little ridiculous." Leonardo placed his hand on Michelangelo's shoulder.

"No dudes! I can prove it, this time for sure!"

"Here we go." Raphael rolled his eyes.

-

It didn't take long for Donatello to fix the oven. After he did he led you back to his lab so you both could spend some time together.

"I also wanted to give you this!" Donatello handed you a hand held device designed like a turtle shell.

"Thank you! ... What is it?"

"It's a Turtle Comm! Each of us have it and all our friends too, now you have one! I didn't want to give it to you before because it contacts through an interconnected line. I didn't want anyone thinking you stole one of our Turtle Comms. But now you can contact me directly at the click of a button if you need anything."

"Wow! Thank you Donatello, it's amazing!"

"Oh it's nothing I-" you cut him off with a kiss on the cheek.

"I-I-I, um, oh, well, I-"

"Oh Donatello. You got a minute?" Raphael asked as he knocked on the labs entrance.

Both you and Donatello jumped a little bit but you weren't to startled. You put your hands in front of you as you looked anywhere but Raphael, you hoped that he didn't see you do that.

Donatello on the other hand sighed and turned to his brother, not to pleased with the constant interruptions.

"Does it have to be right now?" he asked.

"Hey listen. I'm just checking to see if this is y/n's." As he said this Raphael shoved a cross necklace in your face. Why he had to do the brunt of the work for these plans, he had no idea. He just wanted to get it done quickly.

Donatello separated Raphael from you, as he was in your personal space, and turned to you.

"Is it yours y/n?" He asked.

"No I don't think so."

"Great, so Raphael, you can-"

"Well in that case y/n, you can have it." Raphael said as he tossed it to you, "It doesn't belong to any of us and finding the original owner in New York of all places is out of the question."

"Oh. Thank you, I guess?" You had caught the cross and looked at it. It want anything special, just a regular silver cross on a cheap necklace chain.

"Well I'll leave you two be." and with that he winked at Donatello and left the lab.

-

"There Michelangelo, she held the cross with both hands and nothing."

"She's still a vampire dudes I'm sure of it!"

"You get one more test to convince us Michelangelo. Then Raphael and I are done and you put this whole vampire thing behind you and be happy for Donatello."

"And if she is a vampire?"

"Let em' date." answered Raphael.

"WHAT!?"

"Unless she wants to suck his blood, right?" Leonardo questioned.

"Obviously."

"My turtles, what are you doing?"

"Michelangelo over here thinks that Donatello's new girlfriend is a vampire and has had Leonardo and I running around with him trying to prove it."

"I see. And what is your basis for this assumption Michelangelo?"

"It's because- OH! Master Splinter do you mind if we borrow your long mirror? It's the only one in the lair that can we move and everybody knows that vampires don't have reflections!"

"Hm." He thought for a moment, "Yes. But if you would wait my students. I have some business to attend to before I can lend it to you."

"But sensei! Time is of the essence!"

"And patience is a virtue."

-

"Okay my sons, here is the mirror." Splinter hands Michelangelo his long mirror. He had informed them before that he would like stay to make sure they don't break it. So that's what led Splinter, Leonardo, Raphael, and Michelangelo hiding in the living room waiting to jump y/n.

"Donatello! Can you come here for a minute? I need a sparring partner to practice my katas but Raphael and Michelangelo are busy!"

"Sorry Leonardo, but I'm busy too!" He called back.

"Please Donatello! It's only one move, it shouldn't take too long!"

It was quite for a little bit and that's when they heard foot steps.

"-but what are katas?" They heard you ask.

"Oh it's a typ-"

"AHA!" Michelangelo said as he jumped out of his hiding spot to put the mirror in front of y/n. As he looked at the mirror there was very clearly no reflection.

"I TOLD YOU DUDES, LOOK! NO REFLECTION, SHE IS A VAMPIRE!"

"Wait what?!" Raphael said as he and Leonardo ran to take a look at the mirror.

"It seems your intuition was correct my son." Splinter told him.

"Yes, it seems it was." You said menacingly, "And now that you know, I hope your aware that I can't leave you alive."

"Wh-what are you saying y/n?!" Donatello exclaimed.

"It's been fun Donatello, but a girls gotta eat." You lunged at him and his brothers were all to slow to stop you before you reached him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and started...

laughing?

Both you and Donatello were laughing.

"Umm, dude, most people scream when they're being attacked by a vampire." Michelangelo said, stunned and very confused.

"Uhh, Michelangelo, look in the mirror." Leonardo instructed.

"Dude nows not the time for-" as he turned around to face Leonardo he saw that he didn't have a reflection either.

"Wh-what?"

"Is Michelangelo a vampire too?!" Asked Raphael still freaked from the whole ordeal.

"No my students. When you told me about your belief in y/n being a vampire, I took the mirror you wanted to use to Donatello. I informed them of the situation and what you planned on doing."

"We decided to have a little fun since you've all been pulling our legs all day. I switched the mirror out of the frame with a screen. I uploaded a scan of the entire lair and programed it to simulate a reflection of the spaces based on its positioning. However because it is a screen projecting a pre-performed scan, instead of reflecting light, no one standing in front of it would have a reflection." Donatello explained.

"Then all we had to do was implement a bit of expert acting and you were fully convinced!" You finished.

The three of them stood there stunned.

"S-so you really aren't a vampire?" Michelangelo asked.

You held up a compact mirror to your face and angled it towards Michelangelo so he could see your reflection.

"No, I'm really not." You smiled.

"My students, let this be a lesson to you on judging someone based on appearances. In some cases it is necessary for your safety. However, for most situations, especially one like this, it is important to give someone the chance to demonstrate the content of their character before jumping to conclusions on who or what they are."

"You're right sensei. Y/n, I'm sorry, I guess I just got too caught up in my movies."

"We're sorry too." Raphael started.

"We didn't believe you were a vampire as much as Michelangelo did but we still contributed to his antics." Leonardo finished.

"Aww, that okay guys. You aren't the first people to think I'm a vampire though, so don't worry about it." You told them, "Though usually the people who think so are around the age of five."

"Well that makes sense, Michelangelo stopped maturing after age five!" Raphael snarked.

"Hey! I am very mature!"

"Now Michelangelo, you shouldn't repeat everything you hear on TV!"

"THAT'S IT COME HERE!"

Michelangelo began to chase Raphael.

"OH BOY, television really is making today's youth more violent!"

"WHY I OUTTA!"

As the kept running around Leonardo turned back to you.

"I do hope that this first impression doesn't scare you off. We're glad your here and want you to know that your always welcome in our home."

"Oh don't worry about it, it's totally fine. But thank you." You smiled at him then turned to Donatello and grabbed his hand, "I should probably go home now though, I told my parents I was at a friend's house and it's getting close to when they want me home. Can't have them calling her house, afterall you have yet to meet my family."

"Oh boy." Donatello nervously chuckled in response. That would definitely be an adventure for another day.

------------------------------------------------------------ This took me so long but I really like it! The dialogue might be a bit fast paced but it think it's still fun. One good thing about writing for 87' is that a lot of the humor in the series is derived from ridiculous situations and things that don't make sense. So it was pretty easy to come up with situations for this one because it didn't need to make logical sense🤣🤣

#tmnt 1987 #leo tmnt #mikey tmnt #raph tmnt #donnie tmnt #87' TMNT #TMNT x reader #1987' donatello x reader #Donnie x reader #87' Donnie x reader #trad goth #87' Donnie #87' Raph #87' Leo #87' Mikey #X reader

[asnowperson]

I finally picked up the first Episode volume of Berubara from my shelf the other day, and this one scene was enough to remind me why I love Oscar(-sama) and André. They've just met a beautiful noble lady (who André promised to marry when they were like 6... which is not the brightest plot idea, but that's not why I'm here), and they are cutely arguing about whether the lady was fixing her gaze on André or Oscar.

André: Let's have it your way. But no matter which lady looks at me, the one I will look at will only be you, Oscar.

Normally, such a line would make me cringe, but I squeal when I see André say it. Because I know that he means what he says, and it is objectively true. I can feel the passion in that final "Oscar" he almost uses as punctuation. I also like how Oscar doesn't blush like your basic shoujo girl at André's corny flattery. That smug, confident look on her face following her initial shock is what makes me love her so much. Her face says "I know." Their love is so beautiful. 😍

I wish I didn't get myself into another Eroica hell and could read the rest, but you will have to wait yet again, Oscar-sama.

#ikeda riyoko #riyoko ikeda #池田理代子 #versailles no bara #lady oscar #rose of versailles #ベルサイユのばら #dear diary

[simpingland]

A wound willing to heal//Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem!reader.

After kneeling for Queen Rhaenyra, Aemond and Saera struggle to win the confidence of the family. An incident during training makes Luke change his way of seeing his uncle. Part 3 of "Today was a win" and the part 1 doesn't show in tumble but check out my AO3.

Or: Aemond tries to cheer oc up and she spends the day being a simp for him. Jace is a little bitch in here, as the big brother he actually is.

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The mornings came with a raven, the Greens have wrote about Aemond's treason, saying it must be Saera's tricks. They were begging for him to come back. The letter was read put loud during breakfast, making everyone in the room know and Aemond let him, another prove of his loyalty to Rhaenyra. They all listened and Saera sat beside him. A hand touching his hand, he looked at her and she her worried face. He hold her hand tightly, letting her know it was fine. When the reading was finished, he asked to see the letter himself. Everyone tried to keep minding their own business, but neither Jace or Daemon could stop staring. Thank the gods, Rhaenyra asked for their attention.

Saera saw Aemond reading, it was quick, he started to rip it apart. This caught her by surprise, it was writen by his mother, that was a very violent gesture. And so she asked.

"That wasn't my mother's words..." he responded.

"How could you tell?"

"It wasn't even her handwriting...and she always writes her own letters".

He was hurt by that, her mother must have giving him up. Maybe Otto haven't, and he, as always, used her daughter's sweetness to manipulate everyone on her name. She felt sorry for him, should she show it? No, he didn't liked to be pitied. But making it seem like it was nothing felt even worse, because many people didn't care for him, not even Alicent apparently. And the last thing Saera wished is to provoke such a pain to him. But he stood up before she could finish her debate. He walked out of the room, and she knew where he was going. To train. That's what calmed him, and in times of war, no training was enough.

Saera spend the morning close to her mother, writing what felt like hundreds of short letters. Baela and Rhaena with her too. The boys were dealing with the weapon issues. When one of the septas irrupted the queen, she begged for her to pay attention to little Viserys, as he was throwing a tantrum and called for her mother.

"I'll take care of him, mother" she said.

"No, dear, I will go. You can come with me."

They both walked to the babies room. As Rhaenyra calmed down Viserys, Saera could only stare. She felt awkward around her, after all this time, she came back and started a fight because of Aemond. They didn't know what to say to each other, it was tense, something was off.

"I would love to be a mother someday" said Saera, trying to start a conversation.

"You will, Saera. I'm sure."

"Yes, but...do you think I could choose the father?"

Her mother said nothing, eyeing her while calming her baby. Of course, she knew where she was turning.

"Aemond have probably saved my life, mother"

"It's too soon." She cut her. "It's too soon to tell. He might be spying. He might have this hole thing calculated with Otto."

"Please, trust him. He has kneeled before you, mother. He deserves the same trust anyone else has."

"It is not the same, child."

"It is...and im not a child anymore." She was angry now. They both were. "You trust Daemon, who always longed for a high position on the Throne. Don't deny it. You married the Rogue Prince even after your own father exiled him multiple times..."

"It is not the same." She punctuated.

"Is it not? I need to remind you then...remind you about the years you left me at the Red Keep. You have no idea, absolutely not idea, about the insults, the gossips and the ignorance I had suffer because of your fame. For being your own daughter. And Aemond was there, all that time. And he was sweet to me. Everyday. If he wished to be Hand, his own brother could have named him back un the capital. But he chose me, because that's what you do for the people you love. You help them."

She went quiet, Rhaenyra as well. Her daughter was now crying and she had way to many words on her throat and a baby on her arms that needed to calm. So the only thing she said was "Go". And she watched as Saera stormed out of the room.

Back in the training session, Aemond swished his sword with such a smoothness that Jace and Luke could do nothing but stare. He was furious about something, one could see it by the poor mannequins he cut down. The both saw as their sister walked towards Aemond. Her eyes seemed red, she was upset. She waited for Aemond to pause before calling his name softly. When he turned, he didn't expected to see her sad beautiful face, he immediately dropped the sword.

"What has happen, Sae?" He took her face on his hands. And she told a summary of the conversation with Rhaenyra. A few tears kept on dropping over her cheeks. Aemond clean them away. "Do not worry, she will trust me, one of this days, when the fire starts she will see me choose your side." She nodded, and tried to think of a way to entertain her.

"Does my lady know how to protect herself in case I get a cold before the battle?" He asked, taking the sword again.

"Im afraid I would use it to cut my skirt so I could run away faster."

"Smart move, honestly. Come here and let me teach you some moves." He hold up his hand for Saera to take it. Then he pushed her, putting her back against his torso. He could speak directly into her ear as they watched the poor wooden mannequin. He put the sword on her hands, he then remembered the recent cuts of her palms, so he hold the sword as well, his hands over her hands, sharing the movements.

"It's that poor thing our enemy?" She asked, pointing at the unrecognisable wooden doll.

"Poor thing? He's a dick head, i greeted him this morning and he never greeted back. I hate bad-mannered mother fuckers."

This made Saera crack up, and the sound of her laughter made him feel proud and relieved. They continued to cut him, Aemond guiding her with exaggerated but slow movements, so she couldn't hurt her wounds. He used this opportunity to kiss her neck and cheeks a few times, tickling her as well. She continued to laugh before pushing away the sword and turning to him. She pushed him away, a fake frown on her forehead.

"You are starting to be annoying, Aemond." She said, referring to his insistence of tickling her even after she begged (with giggles) to stop.

"It's my payment. After all this years of you following me around only to talk about books. You didn't know how to shut up, my lady."

"I know...but you were always there to listen."

"There was no prove about me listening."

"Yes they were...you didn't walk away from me...not once."

He got her closer to him. Holding her waist. "Alright, maybe I did enjoy your lectures..."

The looked at eachother for a beat before kissing. A slow and tender kiss. It was short but sweet, a healing for Saera, and she put her head in Aemonds chest as he hugged her. When he stared at the distance, he finally saw them, the brothers.

"I know I'm handsome, nephews. But it's getting annoying at this point. Come and train with me."

Jace and Luke looked at eachother, Saera looked at them as well. She putted herself away when they walked towards them.

"We were waiting for you to leave the training station." Said Jace, his head held high.

"Scare I would strike a traitorous coup?" Asked Aemond, with the same dignity Jace showed.

"You couldn't possibly think that we would trust you after a single day, could you?"

"I have done whatever I've been asked too, it's in your conscience to trust me or not."

"Well then, I choose not to. Would you go away now?"

Saera pushed Aemond's arm, trying to drag him towards her, as she was noticing the change of his expression, the tension building up in his body, as the anger started to grow. Luke, who watched her sister's struggle, did something similar with Jace.

"We can come back later, come on Jace" he said. "Mother would probably needs us for something."

When Aemond finally stared back at Saera, a single glance made him remember his new role.

"No, I will let you both train. I had a good session already this morning." He said, leaving his sword on the table.

And the both walked away from them. A bit of anger still covered Aemond's posture as he left, the brothers surprised by his sudden act. She reached for his hand, caressing it as a try to calm him down. And it worked. They got inside the castle again, he had offered her to write the rest of the boring letters, giving her hands a break. She repeated out loud what her mother told her to say, a list of lords on her hand. She loved to see him write and wrap the letters, his expression so serious, so calm.

"I really wish my mother could make you a high lord of something one day." She said out of the blue.

"Why do you wish for that, my lady?" He said, eye still on he paper.

"You look so...prepared. Such a great sense of duty...concentrated, intelectual...handsome." this made him smirk and she landed a kiss on his cheek.

When she turned to the large balcony, she spotted her brothers. They were training, poor Luke, he wasn't very good at it. He was just a kid, much more sentimental than Jace. He was quick but not strong. They started to fight, it seemed. The screams became louder, even Aemond stopped it to listen. Now Jace was pushing him. Saera started to worry.

"Aemond...Aemond, look!" She called. "Jace is going out of his mind!"

No teacher was there that day, the guards were much more distributed and Daemon had left for the day to do other business. So the boys were training with no vigilance. And Jacaerys was starting to take his anger upon his little brother. Aemond was faster than Saera, and he pushed Jace aside.

"Are you trying to kill him?" Asked Saera, angry, picking Luke up from the ground.

"We are training, mind your own business!"

"She won't, you are acting like a fucking child, nephew." Said Aemond.

"Fuck you, uncle. I'm just trying to show him the truth. This is war. Show your enemies no quarter." He said, justifying himself.

"Luke is not your fucking enemy, Jace. He's your brother!" Said Saera.

"He has to learn! Not all of us can fuck our way to protection" he spitted, looking at Aemond instead.

They all went quiet, Aemond gave his back to Jace before turning again a throwing him a punch on the face. He hold him by the collars of his shirt.

"Don't you dare speak to your sister that way. It's not your siblings fault you are scared as shit of this war. We are all scared, you dick head. So you better keep youself together or I will end your suffering before the battle starts."

And he pushed him down. He looked at Lucerys, who was holding her sister's hand, watching with her the horror of the scene.

"Sorry, Saera...maybe this was a step back..." he apologised before looking at Luke. "Are you okey, boy?"

Lucerys nodded and the siblings left Aemond to walk alone for some moments, they had to do something with Jace, who was standing now.

The meal was the moment when they all reunited. Rhaenyra, Daemon, Baela and Rhaena, Luke, Jace and Saera. Aemond came late, with ink in his fingers, he bowed to Rhaenyra before sitting down besides Saera.

"I have been told about the fight, Jacaerys." Informed the queen.

He looked ashamed, Aemond was right about him and so he apologised. "I am sorry, Luke. I didn't mean to scare you like that. And... Saera...dear sister. I beg your pardon for my words. Its not a real thought, it was just my anger throwing insults." He looked at Aemond, not saying anything, not even mentioning the purple circle that was forming down his eye. Baela gave him a soft smile when both sibling accepted the apology. Luke, in the other hand, felt the need to talk, so he rised from his seat. He stood awkwardly, as the entire family stared at him.

"I would like to thank Aemond and Saera. For the aid...specially Aemond. He was the one trying to calm Jace, mother." He pointed out. "And...I want to apologise too...for...for the eye."

They all looked at Aemond, who seemed surprised but kind of amused.

"I was just a kid, trying to stop a fight as well. But I couldn't punch, I was nervous...I was never too good of a fighter. And I have hurted you for life. I'm sorry."

"Don't be, my prince. We were both kids, and I did you all a wrong. I started the fight and went to far. You just did what anyone else would have done. But...thank you, for the apology. Can't say it hasn't been a struggle." He said.

"I opened a wound to hard to close, Aemond. And im glad you are trying to heal it. It's hard but it's honorable. I'm happy you wish to form part of this family."

Aemond stood, he reached Luke and offered a hand.

"The past is behind. No hard feelings."

"No hard feelings." said Luke as they shaked hands.

Saera smiled wide, and hold Aemonds hand behind the table. The meal continued with talks of plans and some updates, but Rhaenyra could barely focus on it. She kept staring at the couple. Two silver haired Targaryens, one outgoing while the other reserved. One sweet and the other bitter. One full of dignity and the other holding the knife. Now she saw what her father saw one day, and she took a decision at that very moment.

When the meal was over, Saera reached Luke before he dissappear into his chamber.

"You are the best brother a sister can wish for." And she gave him a kiss on the cheek he quickly clean off.

"I just didn't want to hear you cutting your hands again. You are given to hurt yourself easily." He joked with a satisfied smile.

She was called by her mother to the throne room. Just her. And there she stood. In front of that giant throne. Her mother looked solemn.

"I have decided. And I wish with all my heart that I'm not making a mistake. I will let you choose a husband." She announced. He daughter smiled and run to her, hugging and kissing the Queen. Rhaenyra could only laugh and smile at the childish reaction of her only girl and watched as she ran out the room. Saera found him in the library of Dragonstone. And flashbacks came into her mind. He was lost in a book, as always.

"What is that one about?" She asked. He looked at her and smiled.

"Battle strategies, my lady."

"Oh...I haven't read that one." She got closer.

"Don't bother, it's quite boring. Plain instructions, that's all." He pushed to book away, letting the girl sit on the table while he was on the chair.

"I like stories of romance."

"I know that, Saera. I think you have made me listen to your opinion in every single one in existence."

"But now I want to write one myself."

He was confused, but she kissed him, making him forget everything on his mind. He moved her hands towards her hips and put her on her lap. He rested a hand over her belly.

"My mother aproves." She said. Aemond decided to joke and smirked.

"That's great, congratulations then."

"Ask me, Aemond." She whispered into his mouth, giving him another kiss, much sensual, slower. "Ask me and I'll be yours."

He kissed her chin slowly.

"Marry me, Saera."

And she kissed him again, they both melted into each other, back in the library of Dragonstone.

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[vianwrites]

So, I decided to continue with that previous Trimberly fanfic I did? And, this time it's on Kimberly's side of the story...so, yeah...ended up making it multi-chapter? Sort of? I'm not really sure how well I am doing with this, but I hope I am doing well.

Anyways, here's the second part/companion piece to Eyes Open (Trini's Version). The title of this one is Jump and Fall (Kimberly's Version)...and, yeah, pulling titles from Taylor Swift's discography because, why not? Will be postin this on AO3 and Wattpad as well. Anywho...this fic goes like this:

Kimberly Hart sat at her desk in her room, the soft vibrant hues of the cloudy afternoon sun basked her room with enough light that she didn’t need to open the lamp by her desk. She sat there for a reason, had been seated at her desk for much of the afternoon already. And, in all honesty, she should have been focusing on the opened textbooks in front of her, on the notebooks strewn haphazardly on her desk, on school assignments demanding her attention. But they ended up all fading to the background, like they were unimportant set pieces. Instead of diving into algebraic equations or historical dates, grammar and the proper use of punctuation, Kimberly found herself lost in a maze of thoughts and emotions as she tapped to a random rhythm with her pen.

It had been a whirlwind these past few months—months that felt like years. A whirlwind of emotions and events. It had been months since she made that brash and reckless action—some would call it a boneheaded move, a social suicide—that ended up destroying her reputation, getting her status as the ‘Queen Bee’ revoked and made her a pariah in school. That led her to a path she never dreamed would even be one possible to trudge on. It was so impossible and fantastical and something straight out of a comic book. It also led her to people—outcasts and misfits, like herself—that she would form a connection with. To people she would call her “family” and would call her theirs.

If she were to be honest, it felt like a lifetime ago. She felt as though the person she was then and the person she was now were from two different alternate universes. And, in the midst of all the drama, all the training and the struggles of trying to morph and the disappointment and frustration that came with failing to do so, witnessing a friend die and be revived, and almost dying herself in the process of defending their town...yeah, she would like to think that she had changed quite a bit. All the Rangers—Jason, Billy, Zack, and Trini—had.

But, in the midst of her thoughts of her journey as the Pink Ranger thus far, there was one thing that stood out to her as clear as daylight: the surprising bond she had forged with Trini Gomez, the Yellow Ranger. It was, if she was being honest, she had never thought Trini would be her closest in their friend group. After all, Trini wasn’t exactly easy to get along with. At least, not from the start.

The lonesome girl had been wary of her, and for good reasons. Still, they did end up getting along and now she considers Trini her best friend and knows the other girl thinks of her that way as well.

Suffice to say, it wasn’t the first time the Yellow Ranger wormed her way into the other girl’s thoughts.

Still, no matter how many times it has happened, it always managed to surprise her. She wasn’t doing it on purpose, so it wasn’t something she comes to expect at times or even sought after. But, regardless, it always had a way of creeping up to her. Sometimes it came slowly and insidiously. Other times it came like a freight train that comes barreling with such unstoppable speed and force. Regardless of how those thoughts invaded, they were always impossible to ignore. There was just something about Trini—her strong sense of individuality and fierce independence, rebelliousness to conforming to societal norms and social hierarchies, the confidence she seemed to carry that belied her years, and the juxtaposition she found with her hardened facade to her soft caring attitude.

She was captivated by the way Trini carried herself; captivated by the way her lips would quirk into a genuine smile—often a rare occasion to others, but one that had become somewhat of a norm recently whenever they have hung out together; captivated by the way Trini had been treating her as of late.

And yet behind that ruggedness that she showed and the lone wolf attitude she had initially portrayed, Kimberly found a multi-faceted girl that drew her in, like a moth to that proverbial flame.

When Trini was with her, Kimberly couldn't shake the feeling of solace and peace she felt. It was like a warm embrace, a fluffy blanket of comforting presence in the midst the hectic chaos that their life had become. At the same time, there was always something lingering—like a spark just about ready to ignite—whenever they interacted, making her feel something akin to an adrenaline rush. Kimberly found herself seeking out Trini's gaze, drawn to the warmth and depth of her brown eyes, deep and soulful.

As the Pink Ranger sat there in her room, she couldn’t help but wonder why she felt that way about Trini. Why did she crave Trini's approval, seek out her company, cherish each interaction they had together? Why did she feel a sense of loss whenever Trini wasn't around. Like a piece of her was, not necessarily incomplete but, missing? It wasn’t like that with the other Rangers. And, to be honest, she doesn’t remember it being the same way with anybody else. Well, there was somebody else, but that was before he cheated on her and—

—And then, like a bolt of lightning, it hit her.

This undeniable attraction she felt towards Trini was more than just admiration, more than just respect. It felt like it had morphed—pardon the pun—from something more than just friendship and a sense of camaraderie. It was now something deeper, more profound; something simple but yet oh so complicated. Something she had never felt before with another girl.

She had feelings for Trini. Feelings that went beyond platonic, more than just mere friendship.

The thought terrified her. Her mind couldn’t quite wrap itself around such an epiphany. She had never considered herself anything but straight. She had never entertained nor imagined the thought of being attracted to another girl, much more falling in love with one. But, as she sat there in her mess of a room it, strangely and jarringly, made undeniable sense to her, like puzzle pieces being put in quick succession into place.

It frightened her as much as it elated her. It made her heart skip a bit and thundered between her rib cage. Her chest constricting and breath hitching at the realization of her own desires; of acknowledging the possibility of her own queerness and sexuality and of the path her heart had suddenly decided to open up for her.

As she wrestled with these conflicting emotions, she caught glimpse of the photo she had tacked on the wall near her desk: the photo of the Power Rangers, taken as a group, during the celebratory campfire they had after Rita’s defeat. Her eyes gravitated and fixated themselves on Trini standing next to her in the photograph, grinning widely, skin glowing with the light of the campfire’s flames, and memories of her interactions with the shorter girl flooded her mind—from their first exchange and the chase that followed and every memory since.

But one memory stood out above all others: that night at the campfire.

In the midst of Zack’s suggestion to share about themselves—a proposition that irked Kimberly at that time despite what merits may be gained, what with not wanting to talk about the whole Amanda-thing and the shame that came with what she had done—in the hopes that they would trust each other more and be able to morph, Kimberly witnessed the strength and resilience beneath the tough exterior of one Trini Gomez. She saw the vulnerability and uncertainty hidden behind Trini’s bravado. After all, it takes quite a lot of courage to speak up about one’s insecurities the way the shorter girl had.

In that moment, Kimberly had felt a sense of awe and wonder at Trini, whom she initially thought was just someone with a lot of pent up rage and angst personified in such a small body. She felt something begin to form with the Yellow Ranger and with her desire to try and emulate such strength and get to know Trini further, get her to share more, to open up more.

That connection solidified itself and grew into actual friendship when Trini pulled her locker door out of its hinges after it had been vandalized and had offered her own locker for Kimberly to use. It was an act that she didn’t think she would be receiving from anyone. Certainly not something Trini would instigate without much egging. Granted, she didn’t know much about the girl at that time, but up until then Trini was pretty much aloof with her. They talked, yes, but she didn’t get a sense that the girl had any desire to be protective of her outside of their training until that moment. So, yes, that had come as a surprise. So much so that she distinctly remembered herself being at a loss for words.

And now, as Kimberly sat there in her room, her heart heavy and wrestling with longing and uncertainty, she couldn’t help but wonder what it now all meant for her. Did she really crave for something more? It did feel that way. Did she want to do something about it? More importantly, does Trini feel the same way? Does she want to risk what she had with Trini in favor of what they could have if the feeling was mutual? What would her parents say? What would everyone think? So many questions, one after the other, bubbled up to the forefront of her mind.

Any other day and those questions would have been ones she would be avoiding for weeks, pushing it to the back of her mind in favor of what little bit of normalcy was left in her life. After all, things were changing too fast, she wanted to slow down a bit. But now, there was nothing to occupy her mind with. It was simply fixated on the possibilities that lay before her...that was, if Trini did feel the same way.

And, she knew she was reckless. She knew it was, perhaps, her fatal flaw. Her recklessness was often tied to her emotional state—on what she was feeling at the moment and that energy being converted into some spontaneous action. It was that recklessness that often landed her into all sorts of messes in the past, and would no doubt continue to do so in the future. Especially when she does something without fully analyzing the consequence her actions would bring to herself or to others.

It was that sudden impulsiveness that had Kimberly reach for her phone, unlock it, and with trembling fingers type out and send a message to Trini without so much as second guessing what she was doing.

“Hey Trini, can we talk? It’s important.”

Yeah, if things went south, she could blame it on that. Or own up to it with the fact that one of the things she had learned with this whole ordeal with Rita was she shouldn’t take things for granted; that when the time to act came, she must be decisive about it, act on it. No regrets. Because you only live once, and once should be enough.

As recent as the revelation of her feelings for her best friend was, Kimberly felt it was time for her to come into terms with them, to explore them, to understand them and herself. And who better to do that with than Trini? She just hoped the other girl felt the same way.

As the three dots appeared on her messenger signifying Trini writing a message, Kimberly felt a rush of adrenaline course through her veins.

Yes, this was uncharted territory for her. She didn’t know where this would lead her. It was the same with becoming the Pink Ranger and, well, she’d like to think she handled that as well as it she could—maybe even better than she think she would, all things considered.

Yeah, positive thoughts and all that.

With that thought in mind, she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, only opening them when her phone notified her of Trini’s reply.

“I’ll be there in a few,” it had said.

#fanfiction #fanficwriting #fanfic #fanfic writing #ao3 #ao3 author #ao3 writer #power rangers #power rangers (2017) #trimberly #kimberly hart #trini gomez #bisexual kimberly #lesbian trini #i ship these two #i ship these two so hard #i know i'm late to the party #i will go down with this ship #trimberly fanfiction #power rangers fanfiction #post-power rangers (2017) #am I doing okay with this?

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Bootworship

Moceit (Patton x Janus) Kinktober 2023 Day Three: Bootworship Warnings: boot worship, footjobs

"You want to 'hang out?'" Janus asks, bringing his fingers up to make slightly dumbfounded, slightly annoyed air-quotes, directed at Patton who's standing in front of him happily, hands clasped together in front of him. 

"Yes!" Patton immediately responds, as he rocks back and forth on his feet. "Since we're officially getting along now, we might as well spend quality time together!" 

"I don't do quality time with others," Janus responds, drawing out the "s" in others to punctuate his point. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not much of a people person."

Patton chuckles. "I've noticed. But that doesn't mean we can't spend time together!" 

He reaches forward to grab one of Janus's hands, as if trying to pull him off of the couch, but Janus stays planted. 

"You wouldn't be found of the way I spend time with people," Janus responds, slowly, as if trying to gauge Patton's interests. "We're very different, you and I." 

"That's even more reason to spend time together!" Patton argues. "The more time we spend together, the more we learn about each other! And then we can communicate better, and be more comfortable around each other." 

Janus's lips stretch into a wry smile. "I know a surefire way to make us more acquainted." He then quickly looks away and waves his hand dismissively. "I don't know if you'd be willing to try it, though. It'll push you outside of your comfort zone, but it will encourage pure and transparent vulnerability." 

Patton flashes a wide and excited grin. "Whatever will bring us closer!" 

"Whatever?"

"Whatever!" 

Janus sits up, and with a hand outstretched, beckons Patton closer. With Patton's chin settled in his palm, Janus forces eye contact. 

"Alright," he begins, cautiously, "but you have to promise that if any point you want to stop, you'll say 'red.' Okay?" 

Patton raises an eyebrow, no doubt intrigued, but agrees with an amused "okay." 

Janus smiles, wide and pleased, before he leans back and goes "good. Now get on your knees." 

Confused, Patton listens, and kneels down to the ground. He digs his knees a little into the ground, wiggling in an attempt to make himself more comfortable, before he folds his hands in his lap and looks up at Janus, awaiting direction. 

"Clean my boots." 

Patton cocks his head, before laughing slightly. "The cleaning supplies are under the sink," he states, a little confused. "And we don't even own shoe polish." 

Janus raises an eyebrow. "You have a tongue, don't you? I'm sure that'll work just as good as any bout of shoe polish could."

Patton flushes suddenly as what Janus is implying dawns on him, and Janus watches his previously outgoing disposition dim into something more timid, as he plays with his fingers.

"Oh," Patton breathes, as he fully understands just what he's meant to be doing. He licks his lips to wet them, though his mouth itself is dry. "Oh." 

Janus reaches forward to stroke his fingers through Patton's hair, petting it softly and causing them both to relax momentarily. With firm words, Janus says "you don't have to if you don't want to. At any point you can say no. I never want you to be afraid to say no to me." 

Patton flushes, and turns to hide his face in his shoulder, though a cheeky smile slowly spreads across his face. 

There's a few moments of silence, before Patton takes in a deep breath. 

With newfound confidence, he scoots back to give himself the space to lean forward, and slowly presses a kiss to the top of Janus's black boots. It's shy, which is to be expected from someone who's probably never done this before, but Janus finds himself entranced with just how cute Patton looks. 

His stomach is pressed to the ground and his ass is in the air. His curly hair falls around his face as he kisses lightly over Janus's shoe, round glasses sliding down his nose. 

He's bent over worshipping, shyly, of course, but growing increasingly confident as his mouth glides over the surface. He's humiliated, but boy is he cute. 

A small moan slips past Patton's lips as he sucks over Janus's shoe, before he pulls away, spit sliding past Patton's lips and down his chin as he stares up at Janus. Curiously, Janus peers down, seeing one of his shoes shining with saliva. He smiles.

"Good boy," he praises, softly, "but you still have one more to do. Don't keep me waiting." 

"Of course not," Patton breathes, before shuddering as his hips roll against the floor, before he's leaning down again. Holding Janus's foot gingerly, Patton's eyes flutter shut as he kisses and licks once again, giving Janus another show. 

He's more noisy now, much to Janus's delight. Cute little moans and whimpers fill the room, using one hand to support Janus's shoe while the other slides between his legs. But, as soon as Janus notices that, his free foot is planting itself on Patton's shoulder and roughly kicking him back. 

Patton's back falls flat against the floor, as he stares up at Janus with comically large eyes. His round face is bright red, and he looks like he's panting. Straining against his khaki's is his hard cock, begging to escape his constricting pants. 

"Did I do something wrong?" he asks, as Janus scoots to the edge of the couch. 

Janus smiles. "No, of course not. But if you wanted to be touched so bad, you could have just asked." 

"Please, touch me?" Patton asks immediately, eliciting a laugh from Janus that sounds so pretty. 

"Of course!" Janus exclaims, as his foot glides between Patton's legs. " As soon as you get those pesky pants off, I'd be more than happy to give you nice, relieving pleasure. After all, you deserve a reward for cleaning off my shoes so well!" 

Patton beams at the praise, and is quick getting his pants and boxers off. Freckles dot his thighs, spreading down his calves, and while Janus has the urge to kneel down and count each one individually, perhaps even trace constellations formed on his skin, he forces himself to stay focused. 

If Patton was willing to lick the dust from Janus's boots, he should be willing to let Janus worship his body later down the line. It could be another bonding exercise! 

Janus kicks his foot out, and drags the bottom of his boot over Patton's cock, earning an immediate and loud moan. 

"Oh-!" Patton gasps, as his back arches off the floor. A curse word rests on his tongue, but he bites it back. Janus can taste his surprise, though. His pleasure. The rough pain and excitement coming from the rubber sole of Janus's shoe mixed with the ecstasy of it dragging over his shaft. 

"Careful, darling," Janus warns, as his boot sinks back to the base of Patton's cock, the bottom resting against Patton's balls in such a way that Patton sucks in a sharp breath, aware of the fact that if Janus sinks it down any further, his balls will be crushed. "You're going to undo all the work you just did! You're already leaking." 

Patton glances at his cock and sees pre already rolling down it, and he flushes with humiliation. 

"I'll clean them again if they get dirty," Patton promises, almost immediately. It makes Janus muse. 

He runs his shoe back up Patton's cock, stimulating it fully and earning another cute little cry of pleasure. Such lewd noises sound so foul and perverted coming from Patton's mouth, making them all the more delicious to Janus who drinks each one up, enjoying them to their fullest extent. 

He sets a slow, steady pace dragging his foot along the length of Patton's cock, watching each little jerk of the latter's hips as he attempts to get more friction, and shakily moans as he does. 

Gasps of "please" and "more" mix in with the unintelligible moans and squeaks any time Janus is just a little too rough or speeds up the smallest amount. 

There's never a moment of silence; the air is constantly filled with a pant or a grunt and Janus adores it. Though he does enjoy his silence, he could spend a lifetime listening to such perverse and beautiful noises, especially when paired with the visual of Patton's cock leaking pre over the bottom of Janus's shoe and his own stomach. 

"Janus," Patton whines, warmth flooding his body. Drool spills from the corner of his lips, eyes squeezing shut and eyebrows raised. "Janus!" 

"That's my name," Janus hums. "Doesn't it feel so good on your lips?" 

Patton moans, providing enough of an answer. In response, Janus grinds the bottom of his shoe roughly against Patton's cock, earning a pathetic mewl. 

"Janus, please-" 

"Shh," Janus coos, sweetly. "You don't have to beg. You've done more than enough to earn a pathetic little orgasm. I know what you want. Go on, Patton. Come for me. And when you've finished, you can lick your mess off my shoes." 

Nails digging into the ground beneath him, Patton's breath hitches. 

"Go on, Patton. Thank me. Thank me for letting you have such an amazing orgasm. Thank me for letting you lick my boots." 

"Thank you!" Patton immediately cries, bucking his hips upward and into Janus's shoe. "Thank you so much for- for letting me lick your shoes!" He cuts himself off with a moan, losing his train of thought for a few seconds. "Thank... thank you for touching me! Janus! Janus!" 

Janus has to place a hand over his own mouth to keep a shuddering gasp from escaping. Patton is so dirty without even realizing it! There was a lot to be explored. 

In a moments notice, Patton's crying out in a needy shout, semen spurting from his cock and messing the shoe he worked so hard on cleaning, as well as his own stomach. He's loud, red, and clearly overly pleasured as he comes, before finally Janus pulls his foot away, leaving Patton to pant as he comes down from his orgasm. 

He gasps and pants, before Janus taps his foot against the floor, leading Patton to blearily push himself up. 

"Come on, dear, you still have to clean up your mess," Janus urges, which has Patton immediately crawling forward, prepared to repeat the cycle for as long as Janus wants him to. 

#sanders sides #sanders sides smut #not safe for sanders #agp smut #moceit #moceit smut #sanders sides kinktober #kinktober 2023

[truly-yours-hvens]

do you have any ideas/headcanons about the wicked phase of the teachers ?

During the Balam introduction chapter, we read that Dantalion has had one

but we don't heard anything else about teachers having their wicked phase.

We have seen both Azz and Sabro in their own and they act very differently especially Azz who lose all his composure and who is totally feral (until Sabro use the "safeword")

We see a student trying to eat another during his wicked phase.

For Iruma it was not really a wicked phase, more a more assertive and cocky of him. He was more edgy too but stayed the same kind boy deep in heart.

Atori and Kirio clearly returned to origins so they are not good exemple neither.

But for the teachers?

Kalego who must focuse on discipline to be sure that Cerberion doesn't go feral.

Ifrit who can call a beast of fire. who can create so much fire too.

Balam who is terribly strong.

Orias who can make sure that he's TOTALLY lucky.

Suzy who can create any plants.

Also we don't see Dantalion fights, since what he did against Azz was barely a fight but he must be very strong too.

the teachers who have their wicked phase take days off to not be in contact with students. So they take precaution to not hurt anyone, they must keep some control on themself. For the students who start one and who are dangerous for the other students, they are isolated immediatly by the students council.

But the teachers? I'm both curious and afraid to imagine their wicked phase.

[WARNING] very long rant and theorizing, obvious favoritism between the teachers, I’m bad at punctuation

For their wicked phase I don’t believe that they are truly “wicked” rather I think a demons wicked phase simply enhances the emotions that are already there and make them go haywire or twists them in a way

I’ll use Sabnock’s wicked phase for reference, we see that WP! Sabnock fights rather aggressively, and is easily taken by the tides of battle, However he never loses sight of what is needed to be done. We see that despite being at odds with a dangerous teacher he is still concerned for his Kohai’s safety rather than concentrating of the battle at hand

We see him do this a few other times but as normal Sabro

During the Walter park arc, while fighting the carmine dragon (I believe that’s the name of the beast) although fighting and defeating the dragon would be cool Sabro decided on a tactical retreat knowing him and Azz couldn’t have defeated the dragon no matter how hard they tried. Even knocking sense into Azz when he still attempted to fight the dragon

Even earlier in the heartbreaker arc while on the SOS mission rather than fighting Momonoki-sensei head on he stops Buer-sensei from approaching the First years showing he isn’t as gutsy and muscle brained as he was believed to be

Even Iruma’s (although technically not a “normal” evil phase) and Azz’s WP is a somewhat twisted mirror of what they usually act like

Azz tends to be destructive and quick to attack someone if they even look at Iruma weird, Similar to his WP he attacks anything that is within his grasp without a second thought (Including the fact that the reason he unleashed his evil phase is due to the Dorodoro brother Indirectly insulting Iruma)

Iruma on the other hand is still insistent on helping others even in his WP albeit more cocky and confident on what he wants but still the same caring boy underneath still helping when asked to

With this logic and extremely long rant out of the way I do have a few ideas/theories

Kalego

Tbh, this guy always acts like he’s on his WP, but I think his WP is slightly more uptight and angry. with the duty to keep Cerberus in check, dealing with the Misfit’s shenanigans and opera my idea of a wicked phase is more on the “Pissy maxed to 101%” type of stuff

Ifrit

With Ifrit I think

Balam

Now contrary to Atori’s beliefs I think rather than getting angry and having a temperament, I think his skinship get’s maxed out

During Balam’s introduction chapter we see that although his habit of petting anything breathing within his area is there it is kept under control, during his evil cycle his skin ship get’s out of control and he straight up picks anyone who he finds interesting and keeps them at his nest in addition his Intimidation goes up by a 100%

Orias

I feel like his this could go 2 ways

1. Tired version of orias (the one we see when iruma is touring the teachers dorm) will take over so the whole time so he’s either trapped in his room and in a bad mood

and 2nd is He turns slimy, basically dollar store sergeant furfur actively playing tricks on staff members, cheating using hi bloodline magic that king of stuff I prefer the 2nd version to be honest

Suzy

Tbh, I’m not entirely sure with Suzy-sensei, I guess I can see her acting creepy possibly her plants accidentally go on a rampage here and here but that’s all

Dali

Now normal Dali-sensei is the type to start shit for his own entertainment a prime example of this is during the harvest festival arc when he loudly announces that lead had the pot of ending

I think Dali-sensei’s WP turns him a sadistic causing problems both big and small for his own entertainment, It would make sense that he and the other staff members wouldn’t want him around students

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