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[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

Happy Birthday

Just a really self-indulgent fic for my bday. And yes I am going to spend my entire birthday on bg3 trying to romance this fictional vampire.

Summary: Astarion struggles to come up with a gift for you birthday.

Astarion knew your birthday was coming up, but he didn’t know what to get you. What did you want that you already didn’t have? You already seemed rather content with whatever you had, and you barely glanced at trinkets in the markets, content with whatever loot you found during the journey. He was at quite the loss for in the romance books he had read, flowers, jewellery, perfume had been the typical gifts given and yet you had never quite been inclined towards such things.

“Astarion? Is something wrong?”

He blinks, startled and realises that you’re standing right in front of him.

“Oh, it’s nothing darling, don’t you worry,” he smiles, gently cupping your cheek. He presses a kiss to your forehead, thumb gliding over your skin. You frown but don’t press the matter further. If he was comfortable with telling you about it, he would share it with you. You weren’t going to make him uncomfortable by forcing him to tell you what was on his mind.

“Just…know that you can tell me anything, alright?” You ask worriedly, giving his hand a squeeze. He nods, lifting your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles. You smile, pulling him in for a hug and he nuzzles you in return, happy about the small act of love.

“I’ll see you later tonight,” you lean in for a kiss on the lips before quickly pulling away to head off with Wyll to scout the area ahead. He watches you go, an imprint of your warmth lingering on his skin and heads back inside his tent, trying to ignore the way his undead heart pounds against his chest, words stuck in his throat.

He spends the next few days wracking his brain on what to get you for your birthday while taking out his frustrations on the poor goblins the party encountered along the way until one day, he found something that had caught your attention. Of all things, it had to be some mediocre cloak.

“What’s so interesting about that…thing?” Astarion frowns. “I could purchase a cloak made with far better quality elsewhere.”

“But it’s handmade! It’s a product of someone’s hard work, time, effort and heart! How could you not appreciate it!” You huff, handing over the gold to the grateful merchant and hug the cloak close to your chest, smiling brightly. Astarion rolls his eyes and pulls you along before you can spend more gold on ‘mediocre items’, but this encounter has given him an idea of what to gift you for your birthday.

The moment the two of you reach camp, he slips into his tent and sneaks out the sewing kit he has stashed away in the deepest depths. A number of items he can sew for you run through his mind, but the one thing that nags away at his mind is a scarf. It has not escaped his notice how you often shiver on chilly nights, brushing it off whenever Karlach confronts you about it. He never misses how you jump whenever he touches your bare skin on such nights before giving him a reassuring smile and leaning into the touch despite the chill.

So he begins sewing a scarf, weaving it together with fabrics of your favourite colours whenever the party decides to set up camp for the night.

You raise an eyebrow when Astarion hastily disappears into his tent without even saying a word to you for the third night in a row, wondering what is going on. The first two nights you let the issue slide, thinking that he just needed some space to process whatever was going on in his head, but this was the third night and it was getting worrying.

Making your way to his tent, you pause outside the flap, wondering if by doing this you’re intruding on his privacy but decide you’d rather risk getting yelled at for sticking your nose into his business than let his potentially dark thoughts consume him.

“Astarion? I’m coming in!” You call before lifting up the tent flap, hearing a small commotion as you step in but are only greeted with the sight of Astarion holding a book, sitting on his bedroll with a smile.

“Hello, dearest.” He’s sitting rather stiffly for someone who ‘has been reading for the past however long’, stirring suspicion within you but you pretend that you haven’t noticed anything, hoping that you can coax whatever it was out of him.

“You haven’t been feeding lately.” You start off with a simple comment to lower his guard.

“There are plenty of bears around these woods, darling, don’t you worry.”

“I thought you said bear blood isn’t as tasty as mine?”

“You have been rather busy as of late, darling. I didn’t want to tire you further.”

“You’re the one who has been rather busy as of late, disappearing into your tent immediately after we set up camp.” You point out, arms folded across your chest. “Is there something that’s bothering you?”

“No?” He blinks, “I’ve just been rather engrossed in this book as of late.”

“So engrossed that you can’t even set aside some time to spend with me?”

Oh. He screwed up.

“I didn’t mean to —”

“Am I really less interesting than a book?”

“Of course not!” Astarion shifts anxiously. Was he going to lose whatever was going on between the both of you? He hadn’t thought about how his fixation on getting that scarf sewn on time for your birthday would affect you, the message his actions would send you, and how…all he wanted was to make you happy.

Your gaze softens and you apologise for being so harsh with him, which he automatically brushes off with a fake smile and a laugh, saying that it was alright but you could tell you had set something off in the deep recesses of his mind.

“Astarion.” You say gently.

“Yes darling?”

“Please tell me if I’ve hurt you. I never intend to, but I need to know if I have so that I won’t repeat it again,” you plead, worry gnawing at your insides. What if his guard was back up, leaving him alone with his own mind that tore him apart? What if he was pushing you away, you couldn’t imagine a life without him in every facet of it. What if he had grown tired of you, or worse, afraid of you? You didn’t want to lose the bond so painstakingly forged and greatly cherished, the very thought that he would leave scared you far more than anything in the world.

“It’s not that!” He quickly stands to his feet, swiftly closing the distance and wraps his arms around you tightly. “It’s…nothing, I promise. Don’t leave me.”

He whispers the last part but you catch it anyways. Burying your face into his chest, you wrap your arms around him as well, breathing in his scent.

“I won’t ever leave you, you’re my star, I’m lost without you.”

His eyes widen for a fraction of a second and a wide smile graces his face, a smile you cannot see and he doesn’t want you to see. A giddy feeling bubbles within his chest, he had never thought he would ever find anyone who would love him, and yet here he was, standing in the arms of someone who considered him their everything.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, the half-sewn scarf left forgotten. He would much rather spend the rest of the night with you, in your embrace and so he does, happily purring away when you massage his scalp and pressing as many kisses as he possibly can to your face.

Your worries are washed away when you see him relax like this, slipping into a trance whilst he’s curled up against you. Maybe you were worried about nothing after all. You run your fingers through his soft silvery curls, humming a lullaby you remember from your childhood as you feel sleep claim you and you drift off soon after, burning the image of a trancing Astarion into your mind.

You and Astarion fall into a routine in the following days where he would spend the first half of the night alone in his tent, doing whatever secret private thing he was doing and then he would move over to your tent for the remainder of the night, spending it either cuddling or reading with you. It was an agreement the both of you were satisfied with, and the whole party was relieved that the tension had faded. Bit by bit Astarion inched closer towards a finished scarf, and the night before your birthday, he finally had the complete product.

“Finally!” He groaned, collapsing onto his bedroll. It wasn’t the best scarf he’d ever seen, but it was decent enough, at least for his standards. Then the doubt started creeping in. Would you like it? Would you wear it? What if all the effort he had put into making the scarf was for naught? But then he remembers how until now, you’ve been wearing that mediocre cloak you had bought because it was handmade and it reassures him a little. He wouldn’t know how you felt about his scarf until he gifted it to you.

When the sun rose on your big day, Astarion waited until the others had said their well wishes and given you their gifts before approaching you.

“Y/N.” He says.

“Yes, Star?” You tilt your head in confusion. He rarely called you by your name, and when he did it was usually a serious matter.

“Happy birthday,” he says quickly, embarrassed as he thrusts a neatly wrapped package into your arms.

You beam, eagerly tearing it open and gasp when you see what lies inside.

“A scarf! I’ve been meaning to get one!” You cheer. “Thank you, Star! Really!”

His heart warms at your words, his lips curling up slightly as he watches you struggle to put it on.

“Would you like some help with that, my love?” He reaches over anyways, untangling you from the fabric and expertly wraps it around your neck before finishing it with a peck to your fore head. “There, done.”

You happily twirl around, playing with the ends of your scarf and giggle, throwing yourself at the vampire.

“Thank you so much!”

“Anytime, love.”

“Where did you buy this from?” You ask, happily burying your face into the soft fabric.

“I…I made it myself,” he mumbles, twiddling his fingers.

“You did? It must have taken so long to make this! That makes it even more precious!” You hug him tightly.

“I’m glad you like it,” he kisses the top of your head, all worry long washed away.

“Of couse I do. Anything you give me, I like it.” You grin up at him. “Now, can we spend the rest of the day together?”

“I would like nothing more, my love.”

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion bg3 #astarion x durge #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion x tav #astarion romance #astarion ancunin #astarion x female tav #astarion x female reader

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Could you do BrattyBottom!Larissa x Top!Fem!Tall!Reader where she pushes reader to get fucked all day but has no clue how much she's in for until the reader fucks Larissa till she can't form a single coherent word, nothing but moans, screams and whimpers, with aftercare of Larissa getting doted on like she whole heartedly deserves?

Heyyyyy anon!!! Yeaaaa, this was so much fun to write! We love some Sub!’Rissa content 🥰💖

Careful What You Wish For ~BrattyBottom!Larissa Weems xFem Top!Tall!Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, bratting, d!ck riding, desk fucking, spanking, pet names, pet name kink, bratting kink, praise kink, degrading kink, spanking kink, overstimulation, aftercare, etc.

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It was no surprise to anyone at the school when they found out about you and Larissa. You were both professional, well mannered women. You both were logical and even keeled (although Larissa did a have a slight temper at times). You were both outcasts within outcasts. Her being a shapeshifter and you being a telepath.

Although, Larissa had to admit, it did bother her just how even keeled and balanced you seemed to be… She appreciated and loved you and your qualities but there was just no knocking you off your game…

That little bratty side of Larissa nagged her constantly about this fact. And on one particular day, Larissa gave into her temptations. She had to see. See how far she could push you. When you would crack. If you would crack.

Larissa started simple, she wore a slightly too revealing dress that showed just the right amount of cleavage. But as you walked into her office that morning, all she got from you was a mere glance to her tits and a “nice dress, is it new?”.

Larissa huffed as you left her office. Fine. She would just have to up her game.

Throughout the day, Larissa made sure to push all her comments and words to you in her (usually only used in the bedroom) bratty tone. She whined and pouted. She whispered scandalous things into your ear in the dining hall. And much more… Many sinful things more…

But she elicited not a single reaction from you. It was beginning to frustrate Larissa. So she stepped it up yet again.

Now it came from lingering touches to actively scandalous physical displays. She dance her fingers around any body part of yours she could access. She ran her fingers through your hair. She wrapped her arm around your torso. She even smacked your ass at one point outside her office.

And you did nothing?! Larissa didn’t even get a single blush from you. By the end of the day, all that was left was a staff meeting. This was Larissa’s last chance. And she was going to go out swinging.

~~~

You found the staff meeting to be particularly boring, but you still listened as each teacher ran through their quarterly reports. That was until you caught a very interesting thought of the blonde sitting across from you…

God, can’t this meeting just end… I’d much rather be fucking you on the table, darling…

You glanced over to Larissa to see her sitting there pretending to listen but with a small smirk on her face. She knew you had caught her thought. You took a breath and turned your attention back to Marilyn, who was currently presenting.

I’d fuck you in front of everyone here… Let them know how much I own you…

You decided to just ignore Larissa. That’s what you had been doing with all her antics today. But you bet your ass that she was going to pay for ever antic later… She just didn’t know it yet…

Do you think our colleagues would get turned on as I fucked you on this table…? I bet you’d love for me to whore you out to some of them… Marilyn perhaps…?

You were drinking from your glass of water when you heard that one, and it took everything in you not to spurt the water out all over the table. You glanced back over to Larissa to find her eyes twinkling with mischief and lust.

If I had it my way, I’d tie you to the table and let everyone take turns with you… God, I’d bet you’d love that… And I’d sit right here and watch the entire time…

You took another deep breath. You had lasted from her bratting all day and you weren’t about to break now…

Fuck, it’s turning me on just thinking about it… I’m already touching myself to simply the thought of it…

She must be bluffing. She had to be bluffing. She wasn’t allowed to touch herself without your permission. You let your eyes wander over to her figure, and sure enough… You could tell from her face… She was most definitely pleasuring herself.

Fuuuck, I’d love if you slammed me onto this table and fucked me in front of everyone… Your so strong and tall, I’m sure you could manage it… Ohhhh God, I’m… I’m close…

You swore you could smell her arousal, and Larissa face was scrunching up like it always did when she was on edge. She better not cum…

OhHhhH shit, baby fuuuuuck…!

She fucking came. That bratty bitch. You sat there simply stunned. You didn’t even look at her. You could tell simply from her thoughts. You were fuming. You had fucking had it.

The meeting ended soon after Larissa’s stunt, and you packed up your things and went directly to Larissa’s office. Luckily, you had beaten Larissa to her office. You threw your things aside and took of your heels. You threw off your shirt and took off your belt, leaving you in your bra and trousers

She needed to be taught a lesson and no, it couldn’t wait.

You then sat yourself in Larissa’s chair and waited for your lover to return. And pretty soon, the tall blonde entered her office, only to find her lover leaning back in her chair, top off and with a belt in hand. Larissa’s eyes lit up in anticipation that her plan had actually worked. You tilted your head and wickedly smirked at the blonde. And the look in your eyes made Larissa’s stomache drop.

“Hello love…” you purred with a sharp edge to your tone.

“Darling…” Larissa purred with the same bratty tone she’s been using all day and with the same bratty twinkle in her eyes, “May I ask what you are doing in my chair?”

You chuckled at her playing coy, but you were done with her games.

“Shut the door.”

“Darling, I have a parent call in 20 minutes…”

“Shut. The. Door. And don’t you dare think about locking it…” you gritted out.

Larissa gulped. She shut the door, before coming back over to you, towering over your sitting form.

You stood up to face her, “I’d call you a good girl, but you’ve been anything but.” your tone stoic and dominating.

Shivers went through Larissa’s spine as you met her height even with your heels off. Your height made her knees weak.

“You’ve come under the wrong impression that you get to tell everyone how much of a slut you are. But if that’s what you want, then we’ll properly show the school how much of a whore you are…” you sneered, “Take that slutty dress off.”

Larissa’s breath hitched at your change in tone and she was quick to follow your instructions. As she stripped, you sat back down on her chair. Larissa was now standing in front of you, completely naked.

“Bend over on my lap, you pathetic little brat.”

“Yes Ma’am…” Larissa whimpered, bending over your lap and sticking her ass up to you instinctually.

Larissa mentally prepared herself for you hand, but she was met with something else…

Smack!

Larissa whimpered out in pain and a hint of pleasure as your belt had made contact with her soft and supple ass.

“Count. And each spank, you’re going to tell me just how bratty you’ve been today.” you commanded the blonde.

“Yes Ma’am…” Larissa gasped out.

Crack!

“One, Ma’am…!” She mewled, “I’m sorry for wearing that dress…!!”

“Ah yes, such a slutty dress…” you tauntingly purred.

Whack!

“Two Ma’am!” She whimpered, “I’m sorry for all the things I said…!”

“And with such a bratty tone…” you tutted.

Smack!

~~~

By fifteen spankings, Larissa’s eyes were watery and her wetness was glistening down her thighs.

“Such a good girl in taking your punishments…” you purred, caressing her reddened ass with your hand.

Larissa whimpered in response to you sooothing her sensitive ass.

“But you were such a brat…” you tutted.

You then moved Larissa to straddle your waist, in which Larissa spent no time in grinding against your trousers. But her eyes widened when she felt a certain bulge.

“Your packing…?” She whispered.

A devilish glint twinkled in your eye, “Yes my love, I’m packing…”

Larissa gulped. You never wore your dick ahead of time unless Larissa was in trouble.

“Sit on the edge of the desk.” You told the blonde.

As Larissa did so, you removed your trousers and underwear to reveal the largest strap you owned. Larissa’s eyes widened even more and her throat went dry.

“Let’s see if we can fuck that brattyness out of you, hmm??” You tauntingly purred, “Come ride my dick, sweet slut…”

Larissa gulped and nodded slightly. She straddled you on the chair and lined up her soaked entrance to your dick. But she hesitated and looked up to you.

“I… Ma’am…? I don’t think… I can fit…” Larissa practically whispered, her face turning red in embarrassment.

“Oh baby…” you slid into Larissa as you spoke, “We’ll make you fit…”

Larissa’s breath hitched and her whole body exploded with sparks as she sunk down on you.

“It’s… Its so much… Ma’am please…” Larissa whimpered.

“Shhhh, relax sweet slut… take what your given like a good girl…” you purred into the blondes ear, as you began thrusting up into Larissa.

Larissa immediately reacted by meeting your thrusts and spewing out whimpers and mewls in response. You placed your hands on her hips and guided Larissa up and down your length at an even quicker pace.

“OhHhHHh Fuck Ma’am… feels so good don’t stop please… so full…” Larissa moaned out.

“Oh my, my poor slut can’t even make sentences even more…?” you taunted.

~~~

You continued to thrust into the blonde, quickly turning your thrusts into thorough pounding. By now, Larissa was crying and screaming out in pleasure. She’d already cum twice and you weren’t letting up.

“FUCK please too much!! Oh GOD YES…!!” Larissa screamed as she was quickly approaching her third climax.

But suddenly the desk phone rang…

Larissa’s eyes widened as she realized about the parent conference. She tried to stop and grab the phone but you continued to pound into her.

“Nun uh… You’re going to stay right here, bouncing on my cock, while you talk to those innocent parents… on speaker.” you wickedly purred.

Larissa whimpered as she reached to grab the phone which was still ringing. She clicked the answer button as well as the speaker. But before she could say anything, you had latched your lips into one of her nipples.

“Uh… yes hello this is… this is Larissa Weems…” Larissa chocked out, trying to contain her moans and cries of pleasure.

“Hi there principal weems, this is Mrs. Sinclair! I was calling for the quarterly parent conference about Enid.” The phone on the voice spoke.

You had found a new angle in which to pound into the blonde, which made it even harder for Larissa to think coherently, let alone respond.

“AhHh, yes. Miss Sinclair! Well… fuck… what would you like… to know…?” Larissa groaned.

Larissa quickly hit the mute button and met your gaze.

“I’m close please M’mmm gonna cum please can I please…??” Larissa cried out, as you continued to pound into her.

“Unmute yourself and you may cum…” you purred.

Larissa bit her lip nervously and unmuted the phone. She came and quickly muffled her screams in your neck, as her walls clenched around your dick for the third time.

In doing so, Larissa had missed everything what Mrs. Sinclair had said. This is when you stepped in.

“I’m sorry, but can Ms. Weems call you back? Thank you so much for understanding.” You said before hanging up the phone.

You then quickly took Larissa off your dick, making her whimper from the sensitivity. You turned her around and guided her to lean over her desk.

“Ma’am…?” Larissa pled, “Ma’am please… too much I’m sorry please…” as her ass wiggled in anticipation.

“Color, ‘Rissa?”

“Green…” she whimpered.

“good girl…” you purred, before sliding into her sensitive cunt yet again.

But you didn’t move. Not yet.

“Tell me what you what, sweet slut…” you purred.

“GOD fuck me please fuck me!!” She screamed.

And you happily obliged…

~~~

You’d fucked Larissa so thoroughly that once you’d finally pulled out of the blonde, she was nothing but moans, whimpers, and screams. She had collapsed on the desk while you removed your strap, and then came back over to your lover.

“Hey baby, you ok…?” You caringly purred, cupping her cheek.

Larissa hummed and nodded lightly. You chuckled at how fucked out she was.

“I’ll be right back, ok baby?” You cooed, leaving the room and going to grab a warm washcloth.

When you got back, Larissa was still in the same position and trembling slightly.

“Can I clean you up, love…?”

Larissa nodded.

“I didn’t go too far did I? How about a bath after this?”

Larissa smiled lightly and nodded again.

Once you had cleaned the majority of her thighs and legs, you carried the blonde into her private bathroom, and drew a bath for the two of you.

You carefully placed Larissa in the warm water, when Larissa lightly grabbed you causing you to fall in the bath with her with your undergarments still on.

You both laughed at Larissa’s efforts to have you join her. Larissa immediately snuggled into your arms with a slight smirk on her face.

“Maybe I didn’t fuck the brattyness completely out of you, hmmm?” you teased.

Larissa shrugged lightly before dozing off in your arms.

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[lychello]

jealousy, jealousy | s. reid

pairing : jealous spencer reid x male reader

wc : roughly 1,900

a/n : i appreciate requests because it gives me more variety to work with but i was thinking about this for a while and i thought Holy shit what would jealous spencer reid look like So here we are.

Also I didn't go over this more than once, so if there's a spelling or grammar mistake or two, either tell me or ignore it.

you're not as affectionate when working, so it takes a while before you begin to notice the response

content warnings : jealousy, spencer's trauma references, sexual implications, themes and references, comfort

"What did you say her name was?"

You hold a notepad in your hands, scribbling down random connections you could make from the girl's trembling tone. She answers hesitantely. "...I don't know."

You smile, "That's okay, that's okay... you're doing great. Anything else?"

Spencer sits beside you, recounting the conversation in his head, looking for details you might have missed and studying the expression of the girl's face as if looking for something that might resemble a lie.

You two have been in a relationship for the past few months, the team doesn't know; and quite frankly you don't care if they do. Although for someone so set on showing off, Spencer hasn't really made you known—not because of the feeling of being ashamed—but because he's never wanted to let the world steal you from him like the other parts of his job has.

A woman stands beside the girl, no older than 25. Her pitch is high as she talks to you, and the repetition in her voice starts to be caught on by the man standing close beside you. His eyes narrow vaguely, "you're her sister. Am I right?"

"Why, is it obvious we both share the same parents?" Her blonde hair gets caught on the inside of her earring, and her voice naturally gets lower as she looks to Spencer. His voice starts to speed up, "Well, typically older sisters have qualities that remind you of the relative, and not just in appearances too—in simple terms your hand movements match that—" The girl seems to look more scornful the more Spencer speaks, and in doing so, backs closer to her sister. "...I was making a joke." Ignoring the two, you speak up again, crouching to the child's height. "Would you ask your sister if you can do me one more favour by coming down to the station? We're going to show you a few pictures and you'll choose the one who most resembles who you saw. Is that okay?"

Before she has a chance to deny, the woman gazing at you speaks out, far too confidently in the aid of a girl with a missing best friend, and little leads. "Yes! That's okay." Spencer glances at you, whispering, a little louder than what was considered, "...Are you sure about bringing the older one?"

"The girl needs a relative's support; they seem to be close. She's only six... maybe seven, Reid." Your voice softens as you take into account his perspective, "She may be an asshole, but she could be a huge help in speaking logically considering how shaken the younger girl is." You pat his shoulder, "If you're worried, Spence, I promise—I'll stay careful."

Spencer isn't concerned about your safety, he knows you can handle it; he's worried about how you'll react once it comes to your knowledge that he's jealous, but he doesn't let it be known. For the moment, he understands that you're focused on getting the sisters back safely without disturbing their memories.

Still, it doesn't diminish the look of affection in her eyes as she stares at you.

————

Upon entrance to the station, you lead the girls to the interrogation room, advising the older sister to stay out while Emily showcases images and narrows down the search. The sister, you, and Spencer stand behind the glass, watching quietly.

Spencer glances at the girl beside him, "I didn't catch your name."

"Tamika." She says after little hesitance.

"Were you there?" you ask, keeping your eyes stable through the glass. "Did you leave your sister alone?"

Tamika's face sinks lower as she senses how aloof your tone is. "Um... no. No, I wasn't there. She was with her friends at the, um, time. I didn't think much of it..."

You stay silent for a few brief moments before responding with "Okay."

Spencer's eyes trail over her facial features. She was pretty—that much was obvious—her figure was slim, and her eyes were puppy-like. Freckles covered the bridge of her nose and her hair was even a perfect shade of gold.

There's a thought tugging on his mind, one of grief, that tells him you're willing to leave him for someone better, someone like her.

"Why? Why not?" Spencer's voice hovers on an accusatory tone. "Surely you would have noticed something was wrong?—"

"Reid, stop." You say, sternly. "What has gotten into you?"

There's some sense of jealousy set in his expression, but it's vague, and only noticeable to the trained eye. Her sore eyes never leave your soft skin. Her sore eyes never leave you.

"..." Of course, you notice. You always notice when it comes to him, you notice everything. From the mole on his right cheek to the singular ringlet on the back of his neck.

You glance down at your wrist, the time on your watch reads 10:43pm. It's not late for the team members, but it is for everyone else.

The door to the room opens and Emily walks in, sighing. "She's too shaken to identify a set person yet. We've only narrowed down a few."

"Run them by Garcia." Spencer says with his hands stuffed into his cuffed jeans, his voice still uneven. "I'll go over the case files again tonight."

Emily shoots him a glance as if to ask what's wrong with him, but within a few seconds she grins sarcastically, "Roger that, Dr. Reid."

The bounds of the room keep the conversation inside, and the doors don't slam as loud when Emily leaves with an open flip phone in one hand and four pictures in the other.

For a few brief, uncomfortable moments, there's silence.

Taking the discomfort as an opportunity to manipulate, Tamika's left hand brushes softly over your arm, "Hey, um... Y/N, was it? Can we talk?"

Noticing the attention, you keep your voice steady. "What is there to talk about? Your sister is waiting outside with one of the other team members. It's late. Go home."

Her fingertips trace your bicep, her voice lowering slightly more in the means of seduction. "Mhm, I know, I know... but... would you like to come over? I can put the girl to bed while you and I..." Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, "don't make me say it."

"Y/N, we're going back to the motel. Come on." Spencer's voice wavers with a brief disgust as he stands by the door with his phone open on a message. "Hotch is giving orders."

Tamika looks up, "But—"

You nod to Spencer, moving away from her touch. There's no hint of a response; you leave her speechless where she is and she soon decides whether to leave on her own, or be escorted out.

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As soon as Spencer closes the door to the motel room, you kiss him along the corner of his mouth. "Spence, baby, today was rough..."

He giggles in response, using his palm to push against your mouth as if using his hand to defy your attacks. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, do your homework."

You grin playfully and, after enough convincing, you let go.

The motel room wasn't exactly cheap, but you could afford it quite easily. Velvet curtains line the windows and there is plenty of space for clothing. The beds are singularly separate and lined against each other. Everyone in the team was told to split two into each room, and coincidentally you two ended up together.

Spencer is already pulling books from his bag and flipping through loose annotations, while you're setting files on your desk to sort through. After four or five books, you feel him lean his head on your shoulder from the back.

You chuckle softly under your breath at the embrace and put your hands through your pocket to pull out your keys only to halt, pulling a slot of paper from your pocket. "Huh." You murmur, turning it over to read the numbers on the back.

Spencer looks up, "What's that?"

"A phone number." You whisper in thought. "Must be Tamika's, right?"

Spencer's head perks up higher. "...What? When would she have had the time to do that? I can't think of any... what?"

You shrug, putting it to the side on the desk below you to continue sorting files.

He murmurs into your shoulder softly, "...Are you going to text it?"

You place your hand on the back of his head although looking away from him. "Maybe. She could still provide us useful information if she finds any out."

"You know that's not why she, uh, left it."

You notice his stuttering and pull him off your shoulder, turning around. The look in your eye speaks volumes against his discomfort and he swallows heavily.

"Spence, baby, are you jealous?"

Your voice is soft in an attempt to console him but there are hints of amusement stuck to it. You, alone, know the answer, but by questioning him, it made this far more fun than it was already.

"Huh? No. Why would I be jealous? She... no." He sputters out, still clinging onto your waist despite being moved to face you instead.

"Oh come on, you're a horrible liar when it comes to me. Besides, I noticed earlier today in the station, you've been a lot less talkative as of late than ever, haven't you?" Your hand crawls up his neck gently. "...Spence, please."

Although he was half listening, the way you say his name makes shivers walk up his spine and his lack of attention fully subsides when he looks up at you. His back straightens suddenly to the point he's now standing taller, "What?"

"You know I love you. Like... seriously love you. I don't know if I could ever explain that to you, but I do."

He stares at you, dark brown gazing into your eyes. "...I know, I know... I love you too. I just—" His tone falls to a whisper before trailing off. "You seemed interested. And she was pretty... you know?" He continued eventually.

You stay quiet before laughing. "What about me screamed 'interested'?"

With your palms holding his face, he moves his gaze to your lips and back to your eyes, "What?"

"I was avoiding her at any cost... I highly doubt that's something you do to your love." You run your thumb along his cheek, almost in a subconscious motion, as he processes exactly what you said.

"She was seducing you." He says flatly, "You know that. You knew that—and you didn't take up the offer? Why?"

You stare at him blankly. "...Because I don't love her? I'm not sure what you want me to say here, Spence, but I can assure you that is my reasoning."

The clock strikes 12am in the motel, night seeping in through the curtain cracks and moonlight illuminating what the ceiling light can't.

You pull Spencer closer, running your fingers through his hair. "There is no one in this world who could replace you. And even if there were, I wouldn't take it. I wouldn't give you up. There's no one better than you."

"..."

Spencer's hands fall into your lap as he leans his head into your chest. "I know, I just—I know. I'm really sorry."

You laugh. "Don't apologise! Things happen. I get jealous around you sometimes too, you know?" You notice him smile into your shirt and you pat through his hair, grinning. "Tough day, huh?"

He shakes his head at you, "Stop talking now."

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Pairing: Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x fem!reader

Word Count: 8.4k

Tags/Warnings: No use of Y/N, Age gap, Slight authority/seniority kink (He's her boss), Slight Sir kink, Oral sex (f and m receiving), piv sex, probably more I'm forgetting about but oh well 🤷‍♀️

Summary: You make a small slip-up and Jack offers to help brush you up on your manners.

A/N: Hello lovely readers! Please keep in mind that even though I have written multiple works at this point, this one is the first one I ever published. As I begin to post some of my more recent fics, you should be able to see a difference in quality overall. I did, however, go back and make edits to this one so that it is better than it would have been if I had posted it in its original state. I hope you enjoy it, and please keep an eye out for the more recent fics I will be posting within the next week or so!

***

The sun is bright in your eyes as you attempt to blink them open for the first time this morning. You can feel the warm rays sneaking through the curtains to crawl over your blanketed form. The birds are singing a sweet song right outside your window, their song slowly stirring you awake. You sigh in contentment at the peaceful scene you woke up to.

It’s definitely one of those mornings where it will be impossible to drag yourself away from your cozy bed. Once you are able to pry your eyes open all the way, you sit up and pull the curtain back a little to admire the landscape of the small ranch you work on. 

Being able to wake up and come home to the beautiful view presented by the window beside your bed has quickly become one of your favorite things about this job. Part of your payment is living in the small one-bedroom house stationed on top of one of the few hills on the ranch. 

It's not much, but you love the cozy feeling the house gives off. It's absolutely perfect for you and you have made sure to let your boss know how appreciative you are of it. Within the six months that you have lived on the property, you have only talked to the boss a handful of times, and each time he asks you if you are still comfortable living in the cottage. 

Even though he told you that you can make any adjustments you want, he still likes to check that it is to your standard. You always tell him that you are perfectly content, and he always makes a point to remind you that you are welcome to move into one of the many rooms of his large ranch house if you ever change your mind. 

You have learned that Mr. Daniels is very generous. He seems to genuinely care about the well-being of his employees. Despite his array of offers though, you always choose to stay in the small cottage. You know that he worries about you being secluded, but in reality, you are still in view of the main house. You trust that if anything were to happen, he or another ranch hand would be there in an instant to assist you. 

It's true what you tell him; you are perfectly content with the small house, but you have to be honest with yourself. You know that you are turning him down for other reasons as well — annoying reasons that you wish would cease to exist.

About two months in, you made the realization that you are nursing a crush on your boss. By that time though, you had already settled in. You had figured—hoped—the attraction would be a phase. By now, you’ve realized it most certainly was not. In your defense, a few weeks after the realization, it seemed like the crush had passed, faded into nothing more than a tiny tug in your chest when you thought about him. That is until you had to meet up with him for a monthly check-in at least. 

You had scolded yourself and tried to ignore the bubbling feeling in your stomach as he talked to you in that syrupy southern drawl you have come to crave. You had a sinking suspicion that you didn't do a very good job of concealing the way you felt. The way the cowboy had smirked at you every now and again during the, in your opinion, much-too-long interaction suggested that he knew exactly what kind of thoughts you had brewing.

If you didn’t know any better, you would dare say that the asshole might enjoy making your face flush bright as a tomato. Sure, the man may be about twenty years your senior, but you can't deny the tension that has begun to build since then. 

He seems to have made a game of getting you flustered during meetings, and you have quickly accepted the challenge of keeping your cool as he does so. Unfortunately for you, he usually wins. 

You groan as you remember that you need to prepare yourself for the meeting taking place today. You sit up and let your feet dangle off the side of the bed as you stretch your arms into the air, attempting to ease your sore muscles. 

Letting your hands back down to rest on your lap, you glance at the clock. It reads 10:41. 

Shit

Suddenly awake, you jump out of bed and scramble over to your closet, frantically laying out a work outfit. You are supposed to be meeting Mr. Daniels at 11:00. You had set an alarm to wake you up at 9:30 so you would have time to eat breakfast and tidy up around the cottage before you had to leave. Of course, today would be the day the clock wouldn’t go off. 

It takes about five minutes to get to the main house from here, maybe two that if you run, but even then it would still be cutting it close. If there is anything you hate, it's making a bad impression, and being late is one of the best ways to do that. 

You know that Mr. Daniels probably won't mind, but you still don't want to be an inconvenience. You are the only female worker on the ranch, and even though Jack always lets you know how much he appreciates your hard work, you still want to stay on top of your responsibilities. You know deep down that you have nothing to prove, but some of the guys can be pretty rude with their unnecessarily sexist comments.

They just love to follow you around and breathe down your fucking neck. Their favorite antic has got to be making you feel like you aren’t capable of picking up bigger loads. “Can I get that for you, Princess?” they ask with stupid smirks, already knowing your answer. You have learned that the best way to deal with that is to give them a smile and kindly assure them that you got it. It’s no fun for them when you don’t feed into it, after all. 

Even so, Mr. Daniels is usually pretty quick about shutting “jokes'' about you down, but you can't help but feel like he might see some truth to them. He doesn’t of course - in fact, he constantly tells you that you are one of the best hands he has ever had working for him. 

You always soak up any praise he gives you, even though you feel like a giddy schoolgirl sometimes. You swear that man’s comments will ultimately be the death of you. 

You check the clock again as you finish tying your hair back and set your hat on your head. 

10:54. Perfect. 

After you brush your teeth, that should give you enough time to walk down to the house just in time for the meeting to start. 

***

Somehow, it ended up being 10:57 by the time you were walking out the door. As you step outside, you can see Mr. Daniels standing outside his house, glancing at his wrist. You furrow your brows as you realize that the rest of the ranch hands are nowhere to be seen. There's no way the meeting is just between the two of you, right? You couldn’t have missed a detail that detrimental… right?

Shaking your head, you start to sprint toward where your boss is standing. The guys will probably be there by the time you reach the house… hopefully. You’re not sure if you can handle Jack Daniels on your own today. It takes you about two and a half minutes for you to get to him, and—much to your chagrin—there’s not another worker in sight.

You inhale deeply as you approach him - you can already feel the butterflies in your stomach with every step you take. He looks exceptionally good today, donned in his signature black stetson. Once you are close, you plaster a smile on your face and pray silently that you made it on time. 

“Hello Mr. Daniels,” you say sweetly.

“Good morning sugar,” he says before flashing you a toothy grin. You try to ignore the names he has for you most of the time, though you secretly love the almost nonchalant affection behind them.

You feel your face flush and try to turn your head towards the ground in an attempt to hide it, but you know he saw when you notice his eyes narrow slightly out of the corner of your own. The look sends heat straight into your lower abdomen and you swallow as you look up to meet his gaze again.

“Did nobody else show up?” you ask him, trying to keep your composure.

He chuckles quietly at your question and you suddenly wish your ears would stop working. “No darlin’, I figured we could have a one-on-one meeting this time around—if that's ok with you of course?”

“Oh, um, yea of course, that's just fine Mr. Daniels.” Liar, your brain spits at you. 

***

Fortunately for your dignity, the meeting was pretty normal for the most part. Mr. Daniels asked you if you were still comfortable in your cottage, to which you—as always—replied that you love having your own place.

He told you of the tasks he wants you to perform throughout the next couple of weeks and of your expected schedule. He also pointedly reminded you to call him Jack, which you ignored and continued to refer to him in a formal fashion. You didn't need any more personal ties to this man.

After everything that needed to be said was conversed, you both said goodbye and began to part ways. 

You let out a deep breath, silently congratulating yourself for not slipping up as you turn your back to your boss. Maybe everything will be fine. 

“Oh, and honeybee?” You hear Mr. Daniels' question come from behind you and tense back up immediately. There was something about the way he said it, almost like it was coming through a smirk, that made your eyes grow wide.

You spin back around to find the cowboy standing in place with his back to you.

“Yes, Mr. Daniels?” Your voice comes out squeakier than you expect and you grimace at the sound.

“You were a minute late today, hon.”

Shit. You let your eyes flutter shut and attempt to gulp down your anxiety as he continues. Of course the bastard would point something like that out, he’s well aware of how big you are on that kind of thing.

“Now don’t worry, you ain’t in trouble, darlin’,” he says much too confidently for your liking, “but just so we can assure it won’t happen again, maybe you should swing by the house tonight so we can brush you up on your manners.”

Unable to speak, you stare at your boss’s now descending form with an open jaw. Did you hear that right? 

The asshole must know that you are still rooted to the spot he left you in because he cranes his neck to say “You’re free to go for now doll, i’ll see ya at 8:00,” he says before sending you a wink and turning back around. 

You quickly close your jaw and turn on your heel towards the barn. Your heart is racing much too quickly in your chest as you approach your first task of the day. 

***

Getting through the day was absolutely agonizing. You love your job and find most of the tasks you have to do decently easy, but the conversation from this morning has been running through your mind non-stop. 

Brush up on your manners...

You wanted to hate him for his blunt suggestion, but you realized about halfway through the day what he actually meant by it. At least, what you hope he actually meant by it. You have been pushing your excitement down all day and it has evidently been landing between your legs.

At this point, as you trek back to your house to freshen up, you can feel your core throb with every agonizing step. This man has had you on edge all day and you are frustrated to no end.

Brush up on your manners...

You'll show him. You'll show him just how sweet you can be… Or maybe you won't…

The thought of being defiant sends a wave of excitement over your entire body. What would he do then? Would he decide to punish you for your bad behavior?

You'll have to decide how you will act on the way to his house. You put on a wicked grin as you begin to rustle through your closet for some presentable clothes. What Jack didn’t realize is that he accidentally put the ball right into your court.

You almost can't believe this is actually happening. As you sit down to put some mascara and lipstick on, you pinch yourself to make sure this isn't all a dream. 

As you slip on your flowy sundress and boots, you are sure you will open your eyes any minute now. As you lock the door to your cottage, you expect to be waking up in your bed.

***

It really sinks in that what you are doing is real as you raise your fist to knock gently on your boss’s front door. Your nerves feel like they are on fire and you almost decide to turn around and forget all about it. Before you have the chance to change your mind, however, the door in front of you is being swung open to reveal the devilishly sexy grin hidden behind it.

“Hello again, sugar,” he says after you stand there for a second, “I was hoping you would take me up on my offer.”

You try to speak but find your voice caught in your throat, so you just nod and try to send him what you hope is a feasible smile. Without another word, he smiles back and moves to the side to gesture you into the house. 

Once inside, you decide to test your voice again. “Thank you for inviting me, Mr. Daniels,” you say as he shuts the door behind you, formal as ever. 

“Well of course honey,” he says in a tone much too cocky for your liking, “and look at you, already puttin’ those manners to use.” 

You flush a dark shade of crimson when you find yourself at a lack of words once again. Fortunately, Jack takes that as his cue again and moves in closer, backing you into the wall behind you. You don't stop him as he steps into your personal bubble and reaches a hand toward your face. 

He smirks as he feels you shudder when his large hand finds your cheek. You bite your lip to stop the sound that threatens to escape. His palm feels so warm against you, and you feel so tiny in comparison as you look up into his dark eyes. 

You see the mischievous twinkle in his eye as he grasps your chin more firmly to bring your face up to his just slightly. You sneak a quick glance at his plush lips that are now mere inches from your own. It would be so easy to just lean in a bit and-

“Now, sugar,” Mr. Daniels says, interrupting your thoughts, “for the purposes of tonight, you can call me sir. Understand?”

Your eyes widen slightly at his command and you try to nod your head as much as you can with his hand still gripping your chin. Yup, you were definitely right in your earlier assumption. Your knees feel weak, threatening to give out. The sensation distracts you for a moment and when you come back into focus you find Jack looking at you expectantly. 

“Let's try that again, doll,” he says as he digs his fingers into your chin ever so slightly. You swallow as you watch him tilt his chin up to look down at you. His mouth drops open into a thin smirk as he raises his eyebrows. You feel your legs buckle underneath you again and you would probably fall if not for his hand propping you up. 

“Understand?” he repeats, clearly wanting a verbal response. Likely wanting your consent so he can be sure you’re of with the way things are going. You would be damned if you weren’t.

“I-” you stop when he gives your chin a warning squeeze, it isn’t hard, but it’s enough to give you the hint

. 

“Yes sir,” you manage to get the words out. They were high-pitched and shaky, but you were surprised you were able to speak at all.

Your eyes close slowly as he lowers his head back down to plant a soft kiss on your forehead, rewarding you for catching on. 

“Good girl,” you shudder and bite back a moan at his gentle praise. 

Your eyes land on his lips as you open them again. You stare for a little longer than you probably should before you meet his gaze again. You can't help it, they just look so warm and inviting. You picture them enveloping your own.

When he sees you look away from his lips, he loosens his grip once more and leans in close enough to nudge his face next to yours, almost as if he were going to nibble your ear.

“Would if be okay if I kissed you, baby?” he asks, voice barely a whisper. A shiver racks through your spine at his words combined with the feeling of his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. 

You start to nod before you remember what he wants you to do. You want to scold yourself for giving in so easily, but you block that thought out as you feel him start to pull back. Your heart feels like it's going to beat out of your chest as you stare into his deep chocolate eyes. You hate him for making you say it, but you do it anyway.

“Yes sir,” your voice is just as quiet as his, if not more.

He closes the distance before you even realize you spoke the desperate words out loud. You close your eyes and slot your lips against his. It feels like absolute euphoria as you melt into the heated kiss. It's sloppy and uncoordinated, but automatically you decide it is the best kiss you’ve ever had. 

You moan as his tongue slips past your lips, giving you a taste of what you can only describe as Jack. His lips are the perfect combination of soft and chapped and you can't help but give in completely to him. If given the option, you would stand here and kiss this man until the day you die. 

You sigh as you feel his hand release your jaw and make its way down your body to rest on your hip. Shortly after, you feel his fingers run through your hair to grasp the base of your skull, pulling you deeper into the passionate kiss. Your own hands begin to cling onto his clothes, wanting to be as close as possible to him.

Suddenly, he pulls away, his palms stationed firmly on your hips and on teh back of your neck. You look into his eyes and you can see the hunger lingering in his stare. His pupils are blown with desire and you can feel the way they must mirror your own. 

“Let me taste you?” He asks you, desperation clear in his voice as he nearly begs.

You nod feverishly in your lust-drunken state, not entirely sure what he just asked. All you know is that with the admiration this man is looking at you with, you would be a fool to deny him anything he asked for. 

You can see the way he shifts, clearly wanting to get to whatever you had just consented to. He stops though, smirking as he seemingly remembers something. 

“Try again sugar,” he tells you. You immediately know what he wants.

“Y-yes sir,” you say quickly, not sure how the words came out that fast. As soon as you say it, Jack begins to move again. You sober quickly as you watch the fierce man in front of you sink to his knees, letting his large hands run down your sides as he does so. Once settled, he looks up into your wide eyes and wets his lips. His eyes look heavenly as he beams at you with adoration.

You snap back to reality and feel the blood rush up to your cheeks as you finally realize what he had asked you. Still drunk on his kiss, you had answered him before you gave yourself a chance to think about it.

“Want to see if you taste as sweet as I've imagined, darlin’.”

Before you get the chance to respond, he leans forward to press a kiss over your clothed mound. He darts his tongue out to flick your clit, somehow knowing exactly where it is.

You involuntarily buck your hips to his face as your hands fly to rest on his broad shoulders. It's a new sensation—a welcome one for sure—but new nonetheless. You aren’t inexperienced, but you haven’t had many lovers, and none of them had ever been generous enough to go down on you.

“Oh f-fuck!” The expletive flies from your mouth as he repeats the action. He pulls back and you watch him grin against your thigh before pressing a sof kiss to the fabric covering it. 

You feel your dress being bunched up in one of his fists, but he doesn't raise it yet. Figuring he probably wants your permission, you look down at him and give him a shaky nod.

When he sees the confirmation, he sends you another smirk that shoots straight down to your cunt. You bite your lip as you feel your dress rise up past your panties.

It's been a while since you had any sexual encounter, and you feel exposed until you see the pure lust in Jack's eyes; how could you ever feel uncomfortable under a gaze like that?

“Fuck darlin,” he says, eyeing your lacy black panties. “You put these on just for me?”

“Y-yes sir,” you say. He seems satisfied with your response as he extends the hand that's not holding your dress up to run a finger through the wet patch between your legs.

“Oh sugar, you been thinkin’ ‘bout me?” He asks you when he feels the wetness beginning to pool through the lace fabric.

“Yes sir,” you tell him truthfully. “All day.” You figure you have no shame left, might as well just tell it as it is. Though you are trying to sound confident, your voice sounds soft even in your ears.

You can tell by the way Jack's eyes glow when you admit your thoughts that he finds your nervousness arousing. 

“Alright sugar, I'll tell you what,” he says as his thumb absently traces circles on your thigh. “I think you have been such a good girl for me so far…” To your embarrassment, you whimper at his praise.

“I want you to use my real name when I have you screaming for me.”

When you don't say anything, he looks up to meet your flushed face. Your mouth is dropped open slightly at his casual suggestion and your face feels like it's on fire.

He gives you no more warning as he smirks and hooks your panties to the side before shoving a finger into your dripping hole in one swift motion. You squeeze your eyes shut and relish in the feeling of having something filling you up. You immediately want more, and you tell him as much.

He chuckles darkly at your desperation as he begins to pump his finger in and out at a painfully slow pace. 

“Remember your manners, doll,” he reminds you. You groan in frustration but comply with his request.

“Shit, please Jack, please give me more.” Your words sound rushed as they spill from your kiss-swollen lips. yup, all dignity out the window.

He approves your request by dipping another finger into your wet heat, but he does nothing about the speed in which he moves his hand. Despite the pace, you can feel the tension in your abdomen begin to build up embarrassingly quickly as he rubs against that spongy place you can never reach. 

One of your hands leaves his shoulder to tangle in his hair. You whimper at the friction you have been craving all day and try to grind down on his digits in an attempt to reach that sweet spot deep inside you again. 

You want to scream when he quickly extracts his fingers. 

“Now darlin’, you gotta be patient if you want me to reward you.” He sends you a flashy smirk as he teases your entrance with the pad of his middle finger, applying just enough pressure to make it seem like he’s going to breach you again, but he never does. You shiver at the feeling. Bastard.

“Yes sir, I'll be good,” you promise him eagerly. 

“Know you will be, such a good fuckin’ girl,” he mutters mostly to himself as his fingers split you open once again. He sets a faster pace this time, and you can feel the coil in your belly getting ready to snap. You feel his mouth envelope your throbbing clit through your panties and you let out a whiny moan. 

“I- fuck Jack, im close,” you breathe out in pure ecstasy. At your unworded request, he adds a third digit and begins to pump his fingers at a near-brutal pace. You can feel a sheen of sweat beginning to cover your body. Just a few strokes away now…

He takes his mouth away but continues his attack with his fingers. He tilts his head up to watch your teary-eyed expression, your mouth slightly agape. He chuckles quietly at how fast he was able to find the spots that make you squirm for him.

“Now doll, here's where we work on that timing,” he starts. You barely register what he says through your haze, but you get the gist of it and furrow your brows. When he sees your confusion, he fills you in. 

“You want to come, honey?” he asks you nonchalantly. 

“Oh, yes sir,” you squeak as you feel a tear run down your cheek; you’re so close, you don’t want him to deny you again. “Yes, yes, please let me come.” your eyes flutter closed from the pure pleasure he is bringing you with just his hand.

“Okay, sweetheart, that's what I thought.” you’re not sure if you like the playfulness in his tone. 

“I'm going to do a countdown for you,” he starts. “When I reach ‘one’, you can come.” Your eyes fly open faster than they had closed. 

“Jack,” you try not to sound whiny as you protest. “Jack, I-I don't know if I can—I don't know if I can do that!” The grin that spreads onto his face is absolutely wicked—he has you right where he wants you.

“Well hon, you're just gonna have to, ain’t ya?” he tells you. “I'll have no choice but to punish you if you come too soon or too late.” Your eyes grow wide but you can't deny the curiosity that breaches your mind at what his idea of “punishment” might be. 

“I believe you can do it darlin’,” he encourages you before you have the chance to protest. You know he would stop if you asked him, but that would be the only way out—and he would be stopping completely. You are so close, like Jack said—you can do this. 

You swallow and nod down at him, signaling your agreement. By now, he has slowed down his pace drastically, and you would do anything to have his fingers abusing your cunt again. 

“Okay, let's start then,” he says through his toothy grin. “I'm gonna to go from five.” Seeing you nod again, he brings his mouth back to work at your still-covered clit.

“Five.” You keen sharply as he mouths at your clit, prodding the bundle of nerves with his skilled tongue.

“Four.” you aren't sure if you are going to have enough control to make it to one. It feels almost painful knowing that you have to wait for permission. 

“Three.” “There you go hon, so close now.”

“Two.” your breathing picks up and you can't help but let the high pitched moans barrel out as you focus on holding your release. You want to beg for his permission, but you know your best bet is to wait it out. 

“One.”

Jack sucks hard on your clit as you scream his name. Your vision goes white and you suddenly feel like you’re floating. The intense orgasm seems to last forever, you’ve never felt anything so blissful in your life. 

“There you go sugar,” you hear Jack's giddy voice coming from a faraway place. “Scream my name as loud as you need to.”

Other than the shudders that wrack your body, you are barely aware of anything else around you. It feels like you are suspended in another dimension. You can feel your juices running down your thighs and hear Jack happily slurping them up, muttering gentle praise into your sex.

“Did so good for me honey bee,” he tells you, “Right on time’.”

It seems like an hour has passed by the time you are finally able to open your eyes and look down at the man on his knees before you. It takes you a second to notice, but once your vision comes back all the way, you can see droplets of wetness make their way down Jack's face to drip off of his nose and chin. 

Holy Shit…

Your eyes widen in time with your jaw as you begin to piece together what happened. You keep your gaze on Jack while you figure it out. He looks almost as blissed out as you do with his hooded eyes and his mustache covered in your slick.

“Oh my god Jack,” you say, feeling your face turn red. “I didn't…”

The smirk on his face widens and he opens his mouth to shove his fingers inside. He closes his mouth as he suckles on them and then pulls the digits out with a wet pop. 

“Oh yes you did honey,” he says after he opens his eyes to meet yours. “And you taste just as divine as you looked while you squirted all over my hand.”

“Now let Jack finish cleanin’ you up sugar.” With that, he dips his head back down to lap at your sensitive folds. You buck your hips when you feel him graze your over-sensitive clit,

“Let's get these the rest of the way off, sweet thing,” he chuckles darkly as he slides his finger back and forth across the band of your ruined panties.

Not knowing what to say, you nod and step back for him. You start to bend down to take your shoes off before you slide your panties down, but you’re stopped as you feel him lightly tap the outside of your thigh.

Meeting your curious expression, he shakes his head slightly and shifts to one knee before tapping the one he had popped up, gesturing for you to place your foot there.

You want to swoon over him for how much of a gentleman he can be even though he was just knuckle-deep in your cunt. You shoot him a bashful smile as you comply with his silent request and gently place your foot on his raised leg.

He returns the smile before sliding your shoe off and caresses your calf while he sets it off to the side. He motions for you to switch legs and you watch as he repeats the motion with that one as well. 

Once you have both feet planted back on the ground, Jack reaches up to hook his fingers into the sides of your waistband. He slowly slides the now soaked garment down your bare legs, being careful not to leave any residue on your skin.

Once they are discarded next to your shoes, he stands back up to his full height. He gently slides both of his hands onto your face and brings you in to lock you in a bruising kiss. 

“What do you say, doll?” He asks you once he pulls back. You smile at him, proud of yourself for knowing exactly what he wants.

“Thank you, sir,” you tell him bashfully. He beams at your quick learning and moves one of his hands to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “My pleasure, honey.”

It's your turn to smirk up at him as you begin to descend onto your knees. He looks down at you with a look somewhere between amusement and confusion as you settle into a comfortable position. 

“Aw sugar,” he tells you, running his fingers through your hair. “You don't have to do that.”

You put up at him in a mocking manner and stop your hands halfway to his belt buckle. “Please sir, I want to,” you tell him. You watch as his brows narrow slightly and his eyes grow darker.

“What exactly do you want, honey bee?” he asks you, though the bastard knows exactly what you mean. You decide to play along with his game anyway.

“I want to make you feel good, sir,” you say, looking up at him through your thick eyelashes. “Will you let me?” 

He continues smoothing your hair down as he slowly nods at you, giving you permission. You hear his breath catch in his throat as your hands find his buckle. 

You bite your lip as you anxiously fumble with the heavy thing. Once unclasped, you unzip his pants and tug them down just enough to see the large bulge in his boxers. He smirks as he notices your eyes widen at the size of it.

“You can do it, honey,” he rests his free hand back on your cheek as he assures you. You lean into his touch and gently take his thumb into your mouth, suckling lightly. His skin tastes heavenly and you hum in anticipation of how good his cock must be.

Maintaining eye contact, you reach out and give him a small squeeze through his boxers. He groans at the touch and you smirk as you reach into his waistband and tug his hardened dick out. 

You give him a couple of jerks and watch the way his face twists with pleasure before you look down. He chuckles when he hears you gasp as your gaze trails downwards.

Holy shit.

He's fucking huge. Sure he's got length, but his girth is what has your eyes growing wide. You swallow as you look back into his eyes. 

“Like what you see?” He asks, amusement clear in his voice. You roll your eyes as you give him another short tug. You let your thumb run over his tip, spreading precum over the head. 

You smirk as he shudders above you. You lean forward to dart your tongue out over his slit, tasting the saltiness of it. He lets out a strained groan at the contact. “Like what you feel?” You ask him innocently. You look up to meet his now blazing stare.

“Now doll,” he pauses as he rubs your cheek. “That's one dangerous game you just started,” he says slowly. You swallow at his menacing tone.

“And I hope you are prepared to play it.”

With that, he grasps your chin, making your mouth fall open as he brings your face toward his heavy cock. He watches your expression to make sure you don't want to stop before he guides his stiff length into your mouth.

He wastes no time as he shoves himself all the way down your throat, not giving you the chance to take him slowly. Your nose nuzzles into the dark curls at the base of his cock as you try not to choke. 

He doesn't move yet, allowing you to get used to the feeling. You try not to gag as you feel tears prick the corners of your eyes. You close them, letting the liquid stream down your cheeks as you swallow, trying to adjust yourself.

“Ah fu-“ Jack stutters as he feels your throat convulse around his length. “There you go s-sugar, just like that.”

You bathe in the way the blissed-out way Jack's eyelids start to droop and his mouth falls open the tiniest bit as you start to move your head back and forth. A strangled groan spills from his lips when you move back and circle your tongue around his tip before sliding back down to the base.

You feel him set his hand on your head, not pushing or pulling you in any way, just resting it there. There's a glint in your eyes as you look up at him and put your hand on top of his, pushing lightly.

Jack's eyes widen as he realizes what you are insinuating, but you can see the desire behind his expression. 

“Shit- I-“ he fumbles over his words, "you sure sweetheart? I ain’t gonna be gentle.” You nod up at him as much as you can and push his hand in encouragement again.

“Alright darlin’,” he stares down at you with adoration, “tap my thigh if you need me to slow down.”

You can tell he has been trying to hold himself back, and you feel your wetness start to drip down your thighs as his face relaxes. He takes over your movements as he presses on the back of your head experimentally.

You give him complete control and submit to his request, putting your tongue out flat as he pushes you down his thick length. You moan out in pleasure at the thought of him having complete control and his cock twitches at the sound.

His actions start slow, but gradually build up as he begins to chase his high. He whispers praise to you in between moans as he fucks your mouth.

As you watch him, you think that the expression he makes when he is consumed with pleasure might be the best thing you have ever seen—better than the view from your cottage window. You hum around him, sending vibrations through his whole body.

“Oh, fuck!” You can feel yourself growing wetter the more Jack struggles to keep his composure. “S-Shit sugar, I'm gonna need t’ stop if you want me to be able to take care of you right.”

You whimper at the thought of his cock slamming in and out of your pussy and you feel more slick dripping down your legs. You squeeze your thighs shut, trying to get some friction to relieve the ache on your throbbing clit.

Knowing he's close, Jack pulls you off of him with a growl. He grins as he hears you whine at the loss. 

“Now darlin’,” he starts. “There will be plenty of chances to do that again, for now though,” you watch as his eyes somehow grow darker still. “I want to feel that tight cunt around my cock.”

You can't stop the moan that escapes from your lips upon hearing his dirty words. You must be dripping onto the floor at this point, but you don't care. All you care about right now is Jack staying true to his word.

Hearing your desperate moan ignites something feral in him, and before you even realize what he was doing, you are slung over his shoulder, ass in the air, as he strides into his bedroom.

He flings you on the bed as soon as he enters the threshold and immediately goes to work pulling off his boots. You sit there stunned as he starts fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, exposing more of his perfectly tanned skin.

He glances up at you through his haze to see your shocked expression, and you watch as a lopsided smirk overtakes his features.

“You gonna strip or what, honey?” He asks you in a teasing tone as he continues undressing.

You roll your eyes and grin as you feel your blood rushing to your cheeks. As he looks back down to concentrate on the last few buttons on his shirt and you take that as a cue to tug your dress off. 

Left in only your bra, you take that off too as Jack is tugging off his pants. Donned in only his boxers, he looks back at you and you watch his eyes rake over your naked form. 

His smile falters and you think for a second that you did something wrong. 

“You are so damn beautiful darlin’,” he says, easing your worried thoughts. You smile 

sheepishly as he starts to walk towards the bed.

He leans over the side, wedging one of his knees between your own as he leaves a trail of delicate kisses up the column of your throat. You tilt your head up to allow his access and shiver as he brushes along your pulse point.

“Jack,” you say in a whiny tone, not really sure what you're asking him for. He seems to know better than you do though, because he lifts his lips up to yours as he slides a hand down between your bodies. 

You moan into his mouth as he uses two fingers to lightly circle your clit. The kiss turns sloppy and you bring your arms up to circle around his neck, pulling him in closer.

He moves the fingers from your clit to tease at your sopping cunt. He slides them in one at a time and you keen underneath him, making his cock twitch in his boxers. His erection is almost painful now, but he wants to get you ready for him before he gives in to his urges.

You feel yourself climbing closer to the edge as Jack adds a third finger and begins to work at your swollen bud with his thumb. He can feel you writhing below him and he smiles into your mouth, proud of the way your body reacts to his touch.

“Jack, im gonna-“  You don’t get to finish the warning as you feel him flick his thumb over your clit, pushing you over the edge. Your whole body shakes with pleasure as you mewl into Jack's lips. 

Your eyes roll back and you feel yourself clench around Jack's fingers, causing a guttural groan to escape from him. He pumps his fingers in and out, easing you through your high.

As you still, you lay your head down fully on the mattress and look into Jack's eyes. You feel like a schoolgirl as you smile lopsidedly at him, giving you an eager grin in return. 

“You ready, darlin’?” he asks. You take a deep breath and nod at him. He leans down to plant small kisses on your forehead and on the tip of your nose as he pushes himself off of the bed to shed his boxers. 

You scootch back a little, giving him more room as he climbs back up. Your stomach flips as you look into his eyes, feeling one of his hands come up to rest next to your head. 

He dips down for another kiss and you feel the head of his cock find its way to your entrance. You suck in a breath as he begins to slowly push himself into your dripping heat. 

“Oh- fuck baby girl,” he groans as he pushes deeper. You feel the hand near your head clench the sheets beside you as he sheaths himself to the hilt. His size takes your breath away and you are grateful when he pauses to let you adjust.

The stretch pinches, making you scrunch your eyes shut. When you open them again, you find Jack looking at you, concern written on his face. 

He furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head, silently asking if you are okay to continue. You know that he would stop in a heartbeat if you wanted to, and the thought immediately makes you more comfortable. 

It warms your heart to think about how much of a gentleman Jack really is underneath that tough exterior, and how lucky you are to be able to experience this side of him.

“Start moving,” you tell him after the pain begins to dull. You watch his features relax as he pulls back out halfway before gliding back in. You appreciate how gentle he's being, at least until you can get used to the feeling of being stuffed so full.

“Your wish is my command, sweet pea,” he tells you, sending you a wink. The pain from earlier quickly turns to pleasure as Jack continues his gentle movements. You moan loudly as he hits something devastating inside you, spurring him on.

“Ah- fuck, Jack!” You scream his name as he begins to speed his movements up. You can feel every vein and ridge sliding on the walls of your soaked cunt. Already, tension begins building in your belly as he starts to ruthlessly pump his cock in and out of you.

The room is filled with both of your moans combined with the lewd squelching noises coming from where your bodies connect. It sounds like pure ecstasy. You can hear Jack's breath growing heavier with each thrust.

You decide as he lets out a whine that there is nothing sweeter than the sounds Jack Daniels makes when he's buried deep inside of you. His noises fuel you and you can hear your moans growing breathier as he pulls you closer to the edge.

You watch a bead of sweat slip down the side of Jack's forehead as he draws back until only the head of his cock is breaking you open. Before you get the chance to figure out what he's doing, he slams himself back into you.

You try to scream but find that all the breath had been knocked out of you with the force of his thrust. Tears of pleasure brim your eyes as he repeats his action, faster this time. 

Your arms slip under his own and you claw at his back as you get closer to release. You let out a moan as Jack grabs your thigh and throws one of your legs over his waist, allowing him to hit depths you didn't even think possible.

“Such a -fuck- such a sweet damn pussy d-darlin’,” Jack praises. You almost come right then and there.

“S-so good, Jack,” you say through a whimper as he continues his brutal pace. “Fuck!” You scream when he slams into a sweet spot. 

“M’ gon- gonna come, Jack,'' you tell him. He smirks and snakes a hand between your bodies to rub at your clit. There's no way you're going to last between the new position and the assult on your sensitive bud.

“Go ahead darlin’,” He tells you as he lowers his head to slot his lips between your own, locking you into a messy kiss. “Let go for me.” 

That's all it takes for you to fall apart underneath him. Your eyes roll back and you feel your legs turn to jello as you come on Jack's cock. He continues to whisper sweet praise into your ear as he works you through your climax.

You feel his movements grow sloppy and uncoordinated as you come down from your high. 

“S-Shit, honey,” Jack gasps, “not gonna last.”

He gives about another half dozen thrusts before he's asking you “Where?”.

You don't answer him, and instead lift your other leg to wrap around his waist, bringing him into you. You whimper at the thought of filling you up and it pushes him over the edge. He stills and you feel the gush of warm seed spread throughout your cunt. 

The moan he lets out is absolutely feral as he releases inside of you, making your toes curl. You squeeze around him, milking rope after rope of cum from his cock. You stare into each other’s eyes as you bring your arms up around his neck to pull him down to you again. 

You bring your lips against his, closing your eyes as you both share the gentlest and most intimate kiss of the night. He lowers his body to lay on top of yours, being careful not to put all of his weight on you as he pulls away from the kiss to position his head next to your ear. 

“Fuckin’ perfect darlin’,” he says gently. “Thank you.” 

You smile at the ceiling as you wrap your arms tight around him, holding him close. You both lay there for a few minutes as your bodies begin to relax, you slotting your fingers through his hair, and him whispering sweet praises into your ear. 

He leans up to brush his lips against yours one more time before grunting and pulling out of you. You grimace first at the loss and then at the feeling of your combined release leaking out of your worn cunt. Your attention is dragged away from the feeling when you hear Jack flick the bathroom light on. 

He is only gone for a second before he returns with a warm cloth, using it to swipe along your folds, cleaning you up. You wince as the fabric runs along your sensitive clit. “Sorry, darlin’,” he chuckles a quiet apology. You squint at him but when you make eye contact you can't help but giggle too. 

Smiling, Jack gets back up to dispose of the cloth before he comes back to bed and lays down beside you, pulling you into him so you can set one of your legs over his and place your head on his chest. You hum in delight as he starts to pepper feather light kisses into your hair. 

“Not so bad for an old man,” you tease him. You feel him smile against your hair as he breathes in your sweet scent.

“Hey now,” he says in the same teasing tone, “it's starting to sound like you didn't learn anything from your lesson.”

You laugh as you roll yourself over to straddle his hips. 

“Well,” you say as you look into his hooded eyes, “I've always said I learn my lessons better the second time around.” He smirks at you and grabs your hips, bearing you down to his already half-hard cock and you whimper quietly. 

“That can be arranged, sugar,” he tells you as he scoots back against the headboard. “This time we’ll see how well you can follow instructions.”

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[rose-morose]

okay FINE, I'll comment on the Alastor aroace discourse, not that anyone asked

and I'm aware of the discourse around whether or not he's canon aromantic, but that's not really relevant to what I want to say so we'll stay away from that and go with aroace for now

look, I'm aroace, and just like the rest of us I've been starved for representation in media, and Hazbin Hotel gave us Alastor and many of us, myself included, were thrilled with the representation of an identity that spends most of the time in the dark

I find Alastor to be an incredibly interesting character, and though some complain about the only aroace character being a serial killer, I think he represents the aspec community quite well

what's important to me is that his serial killer quality is unrelated to his sexuality, the show never tries to convey that he is asexual because he's insane or vice versa, it's just a part of his identity because despite the fact that he is a serial killer he's also a person, and sometimes people are ace

as for the community, I firmly believe that as long as you're not proshipping, shipping fictional characters regardless of gender and sexuality is fine, it's ok that some people are sexually attracted to Alastor, it doesn't make him any less asexual

in my opinion it is important to remember that just because Alastor represents us, that doesn't make him ours, we don't own him, he's here for the entire fandom, and although it's nice to finally find a character you can relate to, that character is far more than just their sexual identity

I get it, we're frustrated and tired of media ignoring our existence, or worse yet misrepresenting it

it sucks

but I think that portraying the Hazbin Hotel fandom as a whole as being in denial about asexuality is not entirely fair

though these people certainly exist, I think we can all enjoy the show, and share our thoughts freely

I personally stay away from fan made content that involves romantically or sexually shipping Alastor, but I don't believe it is a problem that content exists

regardless, I'll just perform the cliche and ask that everyone remain civil and respectful

I appreciate your time

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[divine-donna]

your eternal hearth

it wouldn’t be fair to write for the greens only, especially since i am a rhaenyra loyalist. so have these daemon general and romantic headcanons.

please keep in mind this is my own interpretation. these headcanons are just that. headcanons. if you don’t like them, just don’t read them and ignore this post.

daemon doesn’t have many hobbies outside of combat and just resting. he enjoys doing nothing, just laying in bed or on the sands of dragonstone or in the grass in the godswood.

he used to get really antsy doing nothing, but after being at war for so long in the stepstones, he’s learned to appreciate the more mundane aspects of life.

one of the many hobbies he picked up unexpectedly was weaving. it was repetitive, and sure, his fingers got sore and his eyes strained. by the end result always looked nice. he was very good with color theory and patterns.

daemon much prefers to eat meat over fruit and vegetables. but one of the few fruits he will eat are sour cherries. he loves sour cherries and will eat them whenever he has the chance. it was also the first thing he ate when he came back from the stepstones.

he also likes raspberries and oftentimes, you will find him teasing you with that flirtatious look of his as he pushes a berry into his mouth. when you think about it, it’s a little weird. but in the moment, it’s very charming.

daemon cares very much about his hair. he puts a lot of effort into it looking amazing. (he would totally be in a l’oreal commercial in the modern day) washing, oils, drying, brushing, braiding his own hair. cutting it signified his rebirth and in a way, it was his way of mourning his new position as the king of the narrow sea. but he had more important things to attend to, namely returning to his brother.

he doesn’t like to admit being vulnerable and caring about others. he’s rather closed off in that way. but he shows it in small ways that only his loved ones would recognize.

very much appreciates a good loaf of bread. and honestly he would do anything for a good loaf.

daemon also likes to swim in his spare time. he finds the sea calming and lets himself get swept away amongst the waves. everything just fades away as he sinks below the water, looking up at the sun as it peers through the crystal clear water.

daemon gives love through quality time. the man is quite busy and has a lot of things to do. so for him to go out of his way to talk to you, spend time with you, means a lot. it means he cares about you to be spending time with you. he’s content with doing nothing while with you or even the two of you doing your own thing in the same room.

he receives love through quality time and words of affirmation. he was always the least favorable son growing up and he was often told this. so he needs your reassurance through words of affirmation. it gives him such a warm feeling in his body when you tell him the smallest things. on top of that, he loves it when you spend time with him. it’s proof that you care for him as much as he cares for you.

daemon’s attachment type is avoidant. he is quite aloof when it comes to connections and can be impulsive. but when the cloud settles, he realizes just how empty he really feels. he’s been aiming to work better on that sense of loneliness that has been gnawing at him for decades.

daemon doesn’t let anyone touch his hair. well, except for you. he will let you touch his hair. play with it, braid it, put it in a ponytail or one of those stylish hairstyles popular in king’s landing. he looks very pretty and he likes it when you call him pretty.

it’s probably not a surprise then that your favorite part of daemon is his hair. you like playing with it and styling it, love how soft it feels, enjoy rubbing oils into his hair so it smells good. you particularly like the floral scented oils to rub into his hair.

daemon’s kisses are surprisingly tender. he doesn’t kiss much. fuck? yes. sex is a common thing he does. but kissing? that is far too intimate for him. so when he kisses you, he savors it. it lasts for a long time and it’s gentle. he hates pulling away, so you’re the one who has to do it instead.

daemon loves your shoulders. there is very little explanation as to why. but he just loves how his hands fit so perfectly on them and giving you a nice massage after a stressful week. he loves peppering kisses on your shoulders as you sit together. and he absolutely loves gently removing your top to reveal your shoulder so he can kiss it.

“what would i do for daemon? what would i not do is what you should be asking. and what i certainly will not do is tell you where he is. i’d rather die than betray him.”

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[cowboys-of-tombstone]

Johnny Ringo Dating Headcanons

✭ Woah there! Is that “The Deadliest Pistoleer” you got wrapped around your arm? Nice catch! So, what now?

✭ Well, for starters, as I have stated in the courting headcanons post, Johnny is more intellectually based than his companions. And therefore, I think he’s also more of a traditional romantic. 

✭ He will go on his free time out into the wilderness and bring you back exotically beautiful flowers, either for you to find at your doorstep, or directly in the palm of your hand.

✭ When he returns from his “jobs,” rather than just showering you in any gaudy jewelry and clothing, I can see him finding what he thinks would be treasure in your eyes. Anything from books, to art pieces, music boxes, statuettes, even if you are into jewelry and clothing, he’d be on the lookout for things he’d think you’d love. 

✭ There’s no such thing as awkward silence with Johnny. He’s perfectly content with having nothing to say, so long as he gets to be with you.

✭ He has lived a turbulent lifestyle for almost as long as he has remembered. You being in his life is an oasis from that part of him. While he has an unbreakable bond from Curly Bill and The Cowboys, in time, he finds restoration and revitalization in your relationship with him that is unfounded anywhere else.

✭ Unlike with Curly Bill, I don’t think that Johnny Ringo would want you to be a part of his criminal lifestyle. I think he has great appreciation for The Cowboys giving him a sense of belonging and family in a cruel world. But, upon finding you to be his better half, he’d rather keep the life he does know with The Cowboys, and the life he’s now experiencing with you, to be uncorrupted and unmixed. He acts cruel and uncaring (such as when he shot the priest) because he believes that’s how he should act in a world equally as unkind. However, we know he doesn’t truly believe that when we see how badly he’s hurt and angered when his fellow cowboys have been killed by the Earps, or when Wyatt kills Curly Bill. I believe that if someone (you) were to stand by him and provide him with the love in which he so desires, he would consider changing his worldview. 

✭ As stated before in the other post, one of his best qualities is listening. I'd like to imagine that, despite his persona of The Devil's Black Knight, he is willing to lend an ear to those closest to him. I'm willing to bet that he has many secrets from The Cowboys that he'd take to the grave. Yours would be no different. 

✭ One of his favorite activities with you would be to lay his head on your lap as you read whatever book you’re into. To hear your voice and the turning of the pages, is to him, as fresh rainwater is to a withering saguaro.

✭ Johnny Ringo doesn’t have as much of a variety in pet names as Curly Bill does for his significant other, but he has a few tried and true names he’d reserve for someone special. Such names would include Sweetheart, Pandora (since you got a box of trouble, as he puts it), and Little Lamb.

✭ Don’t be too frustrated with him when he’s troubled. Johnny Ringo has a difficult time expressing himself when he’s deep in thought about things that worry or upset him. It takes a bit of work to get him to open up, not only because he doesn't wish to trouble you, but he just doesn’t open up to anybody, really. Even in the film, the only time we ever see him express himself to the fullest is when he’s drunk after the funeral of Billy Clanton and the McLaurys. For him to be tight-lipped with even you would be no surprise. If you keep at it, however, there will be a time where he’ll be able to speak to you with what’s on his mind freely. Just be calm and patient with him.

✭ Among The Cowboys, is often harsh and cruel banter. And while Johnny wouldn’t mind if you tagged along with him to interact with the rest of the gang, they would know full well to speak gently with you, especially in his presence. Should an ignorant wretch still express such disrespect, Johnny would not only match it, but also compliment it with a beating (if truly need be) out of your sight.

✭ On a night where the moon is full and you both can see where you’re walking, he will take you out to a nice secluded spot and slow dance with you. All the while music plays from a phonograph that he “found.” Nothing much will be said, but there won’t be much needed to say. He’d just love to get lost in your eyes, and hold you in his arms close, as you rest your head on his shoulder.

✭ Now that Ringo sees that you’re in the long haul with him, expect to see him be much more open to flirting and craving intimacy. It was never about placating himself on cheap thrills, truly, with you by his side now to mend his spirit, his amorous energy can be set free.

✭ You will find that Johnny Ringo doesn’t have a preference on whether you ride on his horse with him or riding alongside him with yours. It’s all about the journey.

✭ In fact, you may be surprised at how often Johnny goes along with things. With you, he doesn’t really mind how things are done. He would just want the most enjoyable time possible with you.

✭ He’ll think it’s mighty sweet of you to be willing to share a tent with him back at camp. But I think he’d much rather come home to you and your abode after a long day of criminal activity and whatever other shenanigans Curly Bill has Ringo up to. 

✭ Johnny loves laying down with you, running his hands through your hair as you pull yourself close to him. Just hearing you breathe lightly as you fall asleep is like music to his ears.

✭ I’d like to imagine that Johnny Ringo is a bit of a night owl, not in that he sleeps all day, but rather he just doesn’t need much sleep. So, on evenings where he doesn’t sleep much, he’ll ask you to join him on a walk or sit with him on the patio to listen to the crickets sing and to watch the fireflies dance around.

✭ He keeps a journal, his only outlet for his unbridled thoughts, dreams, and occasional line of poetry. Because of his trust in you, he will find a time to finally share with someone his private expressions. I wonder what’s inside?

✭ In essence, what Johnny really wants in your relationship is to provide a security that he never got to enjoy. The Cowboys are as thick as thieves, but in the end, they are just that: thieves, murderers, and all around criminals. There’s a certain level of trust and camaraderie with the brothers you make, but it can still be a continent away with the bond that can only be found with someone you love, and you provide that for him. That’s something he’s willing to sell his soul to the Devil for. 

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[m-jelly]

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THANK U for your service and I saw that hate message u got like WTF so I thought I'd send this ask to let you know you are LOVED AND APPRECIATED cuz you give us lots of FREE and high QUALITY content

Like most ppl seem to forget that we fanfictionwriters spend our personal TIME pouring our hearts on the shit we write WITH NO REWARD whatsoever. What we do is FREE and most fanfics are better than most published books out there.

U don't like it, u don't read it, it's as simple as that 😤😤😤😤

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I think no matter what you do online, someone is going to hate it for no reason. I always believe if you don't like something, then just block it. You have the capabilities to do so, so take advantage of that.

I would like for them to reveal themselves so we can talk in private via DMs so I can better understand the rage they have towards me.

Thank you so much for being here and for working so hard! You deserve all the love in the world <3

[borisbubbles]

Eurovision (#35)

35. NORWAY Subwoolfer - “Give that wolf a banana” 10th place

Decade rank: 70/79 [Above Sheldon, below Efendi]

You’d expect them to be higher, but nope!

We interrupt this bashfest of Sad Emo Boi Ballads to shred some fuckin’ nihilistic novelty that -true to form- makes me feel absolutely NOTHING! Which honestly, given *the sort of entry* this is, is a giant fucking red flag for its (lack of) quality. 

For some reason I convinced myself that I had always vaguely liked Subwoolfer before Eurovision, but oops here’s the review I wrote *before* their first live in MGP:

Way to go, me from the past!! I guess my pre-show appreciation was merely spillover relief that they won that *DREADFUL* National Final (if you want a sense of how brain-numbingly stupid MGP2022 was: Subwoolfer aren’t even amongst the 10 dumbest things about it! Imagine THAT!)

Regardless, my impression of Subwoolfer was always one of an act that isn’t nearly as witty or original as it thinks it is. It is effectively what a bunch of marketing researchers would come up with if you asked them to design a viral hit by strictly looking at census data. “HA HA HA! Masked singers in space wolf suits singing utter nonsense while doing a meme dance! HA HA HA HA! Are you not entertained?!”

Sadly the answer to that is: “not really”. First off, EVERYONE already knew Subwoolfer were Ben Adams and Gaute Ormåsen before they even won the NF, so fuck your mystery and shove it, Norway.

Secondly, once you get through the initial ‘wtf did I just watch” phase, it becomes stale alarmingly fast. For all its “ZOMG SPACE WOLF” bluster, “Give that wolf a banana” is formulaic and bland, and I blame a fucking lack of chutzpah.. 

Sadly, Subwoolfer also chose to take themselves seriously as a Joke Act and didn’t content themselves with merely being likeable gimmick filler. (a role they would have been fine in! “Dads in wonky outfits doing stupid meaningless shit for funsies” is Circus Mircus’s entire appeal!). The Concept Demanded however that Subwoolfer go viral AT ALLLLL COSTS!!!! So they tried, with a level of desperation usually reserved for Jessika Muscat’s MESC entries, and failed. Multiple times.  

A wise individual would simply accept that “well, perhaps the overal project just isn’t that good” and leave it at that, hoping for the best, but nope, not these eejits. 

Soon enough my enjoyment of “Give that wolf a banana” would be directly tied to my willingness to put up with the increasedly inane and obsequious bullshit they were spewing JUST to maintain a modicum of relevance. They lost me somewhere between “FUN FACT: “Give That Wolf” is actually a pro-vaccination anthem, where 🐺🐺 = 🦠 and 🍌= 💉 ” [ah, ain’t nothing like openly ridiculing a pandemic that killed millions of people] and “DID YOU KNOW THAT JIM AND KEITH ARE NON-BINAIRY?   our 3000 year old space wolves are really woke! 🚀🐺”, [despite having male names and wearing male clothes and being played by cisgender men]  Like, OKAY, now is the time to shut the hell up 🙂

(Also we don’t care if and when and where TIX wore that DJ Austronaut costume or not. How about you rely on a good song/gimmick instead of pulling some more extraneous BULLSHIT?!)

Eurotwitter still lapped it all up, ofc, as if we needed more proof you need to fail an IQ test to be a part of that community. The Casuals *and* Radio DJs I will point out  completely ignored Norway, and instead were discussing the amazing entries from the UK and Serbia, two songs that *did* go viral because they were, in addition to great acts, ALSO great songs! 😁

but sure, secure that top 10 so NRK doesn’t have to learn from their mistakes and can FINALLY get their overdue NQ in 2023, I guess.

THE RANKING: 

35. NORWAY - Subwoolfer - “Give that wolf a banana” 36. AUSTRALIA - Sheldon Riley - “Not the same” 37. SWITZERLAND - Marius Bear - “Boys do cry” 38. AZERBAIJAN - Nadir Rustamli - “Fade to black” 39. ITALY - Mahmood & Blanco - “Brividi” 40. ISRAEL - Michael Ben David - “I.M”

#Eurovision #Eurovision 2022 #Eurovision Song Contest #ESC 2022 #Turin 2022 #Norway #Subwoolfer #Give that wolf a banana #BorisBubbles

[tgenvs3000w23]

Historical Integrity in Nature Interpretation

I thought the quote by Edward Hyams was an interesting prompt for this week. The first part of the quote talks about how there's nothing special about an ancient thing being ancient; what's important is preserving this ancient thing so that its wholeness remains for appreciation, accurate interpretation, and more. He says the maintenance of integrity entails knowledge, and when I read this I felt this message referred to the purpose of interpreters.

I feel this unit talks a lot about the weight of interpretation on interpreters to not only provide a unique, fun and engaging experience but also make that experience accurate and relevant to a given environment or topic. There has to be intent and a purpose, otherwise why bother?

With written interpretation, there's a lot that has to happen behind the scenes to produce a high-quality and credible piece of writing. It needs to be thorough in providing accurate information but concise to maintain the audience's attention. It has to compel readers to make connections and feel something. It's a stand-in when interpreters aren't there, and it's something that will be read over, and over, and over again, so it's gotta be good. As an interpreter preparing yourself to provide such an experience can probably leave you awake at night worrying like this:

But like we see again and again each unit, we can ground ourselves by answering the questions, "Who are you as an interpreter", "Who is your audience" and "How can you make the experience meaningful"?

I wanted to circle back to the role of integrity in interpretation because there were some interesting excerpts in the text that were some good talking points on this topic.

So, of course we want the experiences we provide to audiences to be super fun and engaging and full of passion, but that means very little and its impact is even smaller if it's not authentic. Beck and Cable (2018) go on to say that history and nature interpretation are intertwined, “every natural site contains a history and every historical site has natural resources. Often the natural resources and history stories are closely linked”. But I’m sure throughout our schooling many of us have partaken in historical interpretive activities on field trips and in museums etc., but the text brought up a good point referring to “ cliché demonstrations” and I think we could all list examples of our own. These would be activities that are fun for the audience and engaging, but they maybe aren’t the most appropriate for the site, time, period, or season, and/or don’t fit the content being delivered.

These activities come from the “perceived need to entertain in the tourism sector”. I like how Beck and Cable addressed this concern with interpretive integrity, because like we’ve discussed people learn the most from something when they’re involved and engaged, remember the quote about writing without enthusiasm will be read without interest? As an interpreter, our job isn’t just to make sure people have a fun time.

As I mentioned earlier there has to be intention and purpose to interpretation, yeah we want to make it fun but our job is to make the truth fun, not include a bunch of irrelevant fillers. I think integrity can also be sacrificed when we choose to ignore or purposely leave out facts or information when interacting with audiences because we think it will lose their attention/interest. Like Beck and Cable said, the goal should be to make the truth more entertaining than the myth.

The last part of the quote by Edward Hyman about the existence of the railway station being more than just a railway station for the time we use it I think speaks to the nature of humans. We often are in our own bubbles, I’ve grown up hearing people say “the world doesn’t revolve around you” when someone is upset about a mild inconvenience. Even when we recognize this I think a lot of people rarely think about extending this idea to human existence in nature. It (nature) was here before us, it will be here after us. Interpreting the past or the history of a natural site can help bridge this gap in connecting humans coexisting with nature, being more aware of our presence and effect, and just our mindset in general.

Apologies for the long post this week, I didn’t think I’d have much to say when answering this prompt and then I just kept writing and writing. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys their reading week and takes some time to relax!

Beck, L., Cable, T.T., Knudson, D.M (2018). Interpreting Cultural and Natural Heritage for a Better World. Sagamore Publishing

[itscupidsaki]

Synastry placements & observations 💘

Disclaimer: I am not a professional astrologer. I am doing these for fun. This post is based off my own observations and research that I have done.

💕 Venus conjunct ascendant makes the Venus person admire the ascendant person’s appearance and persona. Venus may view them as their ideal type, though it can become a very superficial attachment, especially if there aren’t any other supporting harmonious aspects. Overtime, the Ascendant person may feel as if the Venus person only appreciates them for their looks, rather than their other qualities. When in a very tight orb, it can give the feel of ‘Love at first sight’.

🦋 Moon in the 8th is an incredibly intense and transformative connection, full of tears and heartbreak. The house person may grow overly obsessed over the moon person, to the point it’s intoxicating. The moon person might not even be aware of the house persons feelings. With such a strong mental bond, it can repulse a lot of people, especially if they’re not used to the intensity of it.

🌸 Uranus conjunct/trine/sextile venus. The Venus person feels accepted by the Uranus person to express themselves freely. This makes the Venus person very comfortable and content to be around the Uranus person. Uranus-Venus creates a very exciting dynamic which is unpredictable yet magnetic. Uranus conjunct/square/opposite Venus. The Venus person may sometimes feel judged by the Uranus person, who might think Venus comes across a bit ‘weird’.

❄️ With Jupiter in the 9th, the Jupiter person can bring expansion into the house persons views and knowledge. The Jupiter person can almost seem like a mentor or teacher for the house person. They could also bring them a lot of abundance and encouragement within their lives. E.g motivating them into completing a project. It can also bring a connection towards travelling together.

🌿 Moon in the 5th creates a very fun connection between two people. They find entertainment and joy within one another. The house person may find that the moon person is someone that want to spend a lot of their free time with.

🌎 Planets in the 4th, can make the house person comfortable around the planet person. They’re not afraid to express themselves and be vulnerable around them. Both parties can feel like being right at home.

💕 6th house synastry, can make the planet person be supportive towards the house person in everyday life. They may be able to help each other with work or do little things for them. Which gives me the love language of ‘acts of service’ and ‘quality time’. I do think 6th house synastry is important for romantic relationships, as it does represent daily routines/everyday life and having that connection together.

🦋 Pluto aspecting the ascendant. The Pluto person may feel a need to control and have power over the ascendant person. If aspected positively, Pluto person will allow the ascendant person to go through many transformations within their period together, in order grow and develop. Whereas if aspected negatively can cause power struggles between both or control issues from the pluto person’s side.

🌸 Pluto conjunct, square or opposite moon. Literal hell. I’ll argue that this is the most intense and painful synastry aspect, as Pluto the planet of destruction is effecting your moon; your mind, vulnerability and deepest emotions. This can bring the moon person much pain and mental trauma, if both parties aren’t responsible within the connection. A very obsessive connection, where the moon person feels like they cannot live without the pluto person and the pluto person instead wants to be in control of the situation. If either one chooses to betray the other, love and obsession will very quickly turn to pure hatred, similarly to Mars-Pluto. Though with moon-Pluto, the moon person may give the Pluto person more chances, as they’ll ignore the red flags at first.

💍 Sun conjunct moon can be found in the charts of many married couples. It brings a familiarity from both sides, even feeling like a ‘soulmate’ type connection. Sun represents father and moon mother/wife, which makes the pair see each other as marriage material/ long term partners.

🌿 Having Sun, moon or ascendant in the same sign, (person 1: Leo ascendant, person 2: Leo sun) gives a feel like they can understand each other, due to their similarities.

❄️ Chiron conjunct/trine/sextile Venus is considered to be a preferred aspect for long term connections, as it shows the Venus person is able to help heal the wounds of the Chiron person. Chiron square and opposition is challenging and instead of healing, it can instead cause more pain for the relationship. Though both sides would have to work together for this connection to be strong. Venus square Chiron can be found in relationships with different backgrounds, showing there might be outside challenges to overcome, e.g different cultures and aiming to get accepted by families.

🌎 Saturn aspects are ideal for long-term connections. Specifically Harsh aspects (conjunction, square, oppositions) are binding and difficult to leave.

💕 Moon - Venus aspects are so loving and incredibly romantic. They show each other extravagant displays of affection and often have the love language of gift giving. The Venus person adores the emotional side of the moon person and the moon person admires the Venus person’s charm and persona. This makes for very cute couples. I imagine star gazing, roses and the cliche stereo music outside of the house.

🦋 Mars - Moon can give for very sensual tension. Mars is impatient and craves the moon person, though the moon person doesn’t give in too easily, the moon person presents themselves as this nurturing figure for the Mars, seducing them. Though the Mars person may get annoyed at the moon persons child-like nature, and even poke fun at them, which might upset the moon person. On a more platonic level, the Mars person may get easily annoyed at the moon person or how sensitive they are.

🌸 Stellium opposite stellium. This is an ‘opposites attract’ type of relationship. It’s almost like you’re interacting with your polar opposite, portraying all the qualities you lack. This can almost seem like a soulmate type of connection, due to the balance created within this. Though highly fascinated by each other, there will be friction with the amount of oppositions and strong energy from both stelliums. A lot of excitement, drama, heartache and magnetism.

❄️ Lilith - Mars/sun = Intensity, a lot of attraction, excitement and a hint of danger. Power clashes. Lilith - Venus = Venus admires lilith’s dark side and energy. Though Lilith dominant relationships can have a feel of forbidden energy with it.

🌿 Mars aspecting Mars is literal wars. Joking around, playful teasing and fights. There’s almost a riveraly between each other, with battles and clashing over minor inconveniences. Can easily trigger and annoy each other more than others. Though the sensual chemistry will be compatible.

🌎 You may feel a strong attraction towards someone when your chart ruler is in contact with their Venus or Mars.

Having 100% compatibility doesn’t = best relationships. So don’t worry if there are incompatible factors in a chart or squares and oppositions. Because this will allow you to grow from the connections as they bring to table elements you might be lacking. Having planets in the 7th will always create oppositions and is this bad? No, we seek the qualities of our 7th house. Some of my best and most exciting relationships have almost been somewhat incompatible.

Lots of love & Luck

ItsCupidSaki 🕊

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[mellowswriting]

Hi! I really REALLY love your writing and I saw your requests are open, so I was wondering if you could maybe do something for reader becoming overwhelmed with feelings for Din while looking at him do literally anything? I.e. Hanging out with Cara, listening to Grogu's babbles, quietly cleaning his stuff, getting supplies on the market? I'll love the fic in any type, genre and length, and it's fine if you don't vibe with it! Thank you 🥰❤️

i love you

pairing || Din Djarin x Reader

word count || 723

content || fluff, kissing, Din being all bashful and adorable

a/n || lemme tell ya... I was smiling like an idiot the entire time I worked on this

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It was hard not to look at Din Djarin. That was a problem most people faced. He’s a large and imposing man, that intimidating aura only amplified by the beskar armor and multiple weapons strapped to his body. Many were rightfully afraid of him, some foolish enough to want to confront him for some sort of clout - as if they’d actually be able to take him in a fight. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him either, but for a completely different reason.

See, the difference is that you know him. You know the little things about him, like the way he replies to Grogu’s babbles as if they’re having an actual conversation. Or how he cleans and organizes his weapons with a care that others wouldn’t think such a gruff man possesses. Or the way he gives merchants in the marketplaces a few extra credits whenever he has them to spare, especially if their wares are of quality. Or how his eyes crinkle in the corners when he smiles, and how he snores just slightly when he sleeps.

There’s a softness about him that most do not get the privilege of seeing - but you do. It fills you with gratitude and if you think about it too long, it can bring tears to your eyes. Things have always been emotionally charged between the two of you, but it's been more intense since Skywalker arrived for Grogu. All of that emotional energy was no longer split, instead focused entirely on each other, and honestly… you couldn’t get enough.

He isn’t wearing his armor as he cleans his blaster at the small table where you’re sitting next to him. Instead, he’s dressed comfortably in a soft shirt and his favorite sleeping pants, like he’s taken to doing on these long stretches of travel since there’s no chance of anyone seeing him. Well, no one but you, but you’ve seen that handsome face many times by now.

That doesn’t mean the effect is lost on you, of course. A holodrama still plays quietly on your datapad but it’s gone ignored for the last fifteen minutes as you watch those talented hands take apart his weapon, smiling at the concentrated furrow to his brow. You blow him a kiss when his eyes flit over to you, catching you in the act even though you’re entirely shameless in your staring, and he shakes his head with a bashful smile tugging at his lips.

“You’re staring again.” He states plainly, trying - and failing - to hide how much he loves it.

“Can you blame me?” You reach out and guide him close for a kiss, a soft one that has him smiling against your lips. The sound of his blaster being set gently on the table is the only warning you get before both of his big hands are settling around your hips to pull you into his lap. It’s a bit of a squeeze, but you don’t mind the edge of the table pressed to your lower back, not when you can feel all of his warmth soaking into you.

“I love you,” Din whispers reverently, brushing the flyaway hairs away from your forehead. The sight of him looking up at you, those deep brown eyes flooded with affection, makes your heart flip in your chest.

“I love you, too.” You sniff slightly, trying not to let the wave of love and appreciation get the better of you. Din’s eyes fall closed with a small groan when you card your fingers through his hair, his hands rubbing up and down your back. You let yourself soak in the intimate moment, the way his eyebrow twitches when you scratch his scalp gently, the way his tongue flicks against his lip when you tuck some of the overgrown curls behind his ear. “You need a haircut, Din.”

“Will you cut it for me?” He gives you those sweet eyes he knows you can’t resist, and of course you will. His eyes nearly go crossed when you kiss the tip of his nose before hopping out of his lap to find the hair clippers.

And Din sits there, patiently waiting for you to return as he fiddles with the dismantled blaster in front of him, unable to focus on anything other than the warmth you leave fluttering in his chest.

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[neonnoir-ao3]

Some Words of Comfort.

Recently, I’ve seen a lot of people (especially those who have read spoilers/are actively searching for leaked content) lament about their future reactions to the deaths of our beloved characters in-game.

We all knew this was inevitable, and that them living was not an option for the plot of the game, but the time has finally come to face it head-on.

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I understand that someone outside this community might be like “it’s just a game”, but I know it’s way more than that to many: the concept of a female villain that, to many, can be seen as sympathizable and even endearing, is a bit of a new concept— especially on such a large scale as this instance.

In addition, Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters have become a bit of a comfort item for some (with an emphasis on sapphics/wlw, from what I’ve seen personally) in the form of a large, protective, and caring hypothetical partner, or even just a maternal character one can appreciate simply because of her love for her children. Regardless, most of us are here due to some desire for comfort.

Take my own story with this community, for example:

(tws for death, covid, suicide, and general medical emergencies)

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Frankly, 2020 and the beginning of 2021 have ruined me. I lost two men who were the only two positive father figures I’ve ever had. The last of the two tested positive for covid and deteriorated within days, to the point where less than a week after testing positive, my family was making the choice to pull the plug. This all occurred days before Christmas and my birthday. On the first day of the spring semester, having not had the time to properly mourn my grandfather, my mother is in the ER for multiple days with an internal infection that doctors said likely would have turned septic if she had waited to come in any longer. This led to three surgeries throughout the next few months. (Oh, and one of my relatives quite literally dropped dead on that first day of class, too). I am also estranged from one of my parents, and they have been trying to contact my family: they have multiple untreated mental illnesses (severe NPD, bipolar, and more) and they are extremely aggressive in that state of mind and they are agitated extremely easily. That only brings more stress, along with resurfacing trauma and related emotions. Every moment of every day has been a struggle. So much so that I failed half of my classes voluntarily simply because I couldn't do them anymore.

To be perfectly honest with you, I didn’t expect to be here right now. I expected that the pain of simply moving forward would have finally overridden my fears of death and that I would have already ended my suffering by now.

Then, in late January, I saw something trending on Twitter. About a new female villain in an upcoming horror game. And it went from there.

As cheesy as it sounds, this fandom and its content seriously saved my life. In the darkest of days, I’ve come to this tag for comfort. The oddest way I found said comfort was through those who were attracted to Alcina aesthetically. I have extremely long-term trauma related to being bullied and being the victim of a hybrid catfishing/'Oreo Game' on early social media by peers in middle school to the point where I do not think of myself as being able to be loved, let alone being worthy of it. Finding this community not only provided a great form of escapism (and opened a door into a fantasy world where I could imagine my own person vampire milf gf), but also gained a little bit of self-esteem (as many of you know, I share a lot of visual qualities with Alcina. -yes, I'm still kinda freaked out about it-) via seeing people where features/attributes like mine were actively praised and desired rather than insulted and pushed away like they have been until now.

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(okay sorry that kinda turned into a trauma dump but I needed to emphasize the fact that this community has seriously helped me during a really dark point in my life, and I know I can't be the only one with that sort of experience)

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What I’m trying to get across here is that, like many others, this community and its content have been comforting and therapeutic, and it really is more than just a game to us. It’s entertaining and even a form of escapism in these extremely trying times. We all have some degree of PTSD from surviving a literal mass plague— and this is something we're using as a method of coping. a distraction. a coping mechanism.

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With that being said, here are some ways to hopefully assist in lessening the emotional stress:

(please note that I am not a mental health professional and these may not be healthy coping mechanisms for everyone.)

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Understand that it’s just a game.

I know, this sounds completely counterintuitive, but it’s more or less about keeping your level of immersion down. Personally, I can’t do scary shit in general: I have to listen to music on low volume while watching dark ARG vids at night or when I’m alone because I get too into it, and then my paranoia kicks in. Sometimes just pausing for a moment and grounding yourself/reminding yourself that this is a video game: a jumble of code and 3D rendering that doesn’t have to affect your views/headcanons if you don’t want it to. Did your favorite character just get slaughtered? Nope, that 3D rendering of them just got un-alived, that’s all.

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Ignorance is Bliss/We are the Captain Now

Simple: Capcom can’t even pronounce Dimitrescu right, or even acknowledge the way it’s correctly said in Romanian culture itself. How can you trust them to give you a perfect canon? That’s the thing: with that logic, you can’t. What they say is true means little (if anything, for that matter) to your headcanons and preexisting ideas of the Dimitrescus. In short: fuck ‘em.

I’m currently seeking a double major in pop culture, and one of the cool things I’ve learned so far is affirmational vs transformational fandom. Affirmational is where official canon is seen as the law of the land, and followed to a T. Transformational is seen as much more inviting for audiences, allowing them to bend canon as they wish to fit their own creations. This fandom is obviously transformational, so take that game canon, rip it up, and get back to whatever you were doing.

Capcom’s canon is not the end-all, be-all. Far from it, actually.

Want to still acknowledge canon? Godmod your way out of it.

Character A died? It’d be a shame if they emerged from the rubble they 'died in' a few hours later, very beaten but alive nonetheless... how awful would it be if they sulked away, nursed their wounds, and continued to live... (/s)

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Ignore it completely.

Remember: give it time. Once the game drops, there w be a wave of grief, but eventually, we as a community will recover, and get back to business as usual. Think about it like the in any way. Stay with the version in your head that makes you happy.

Get Creative!

If you're into creating fanart, writing fics, or even just posting a list of headcanons, take some advice from the late Carrie Fisher: "Take your broken heart, and make it into art". Make the fluff oneshot of your dreams! Draw the fanart you've been wanting to! dump lighthearted headcanons into the tags! Not only will it cheer you up, but sharing it with the community will spread the love!

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I know a lot of people are struggling with this emotionally (especially with the pandemic making entertainment like this even more important sources of escapism and coping mechanisms) and I hope that, at the very least, I was able to help comfort one person who reads this.

Remember: give it time. Once the game drops, there will be a wave of grief, but eventually, we as a community will recover, and get back to business as usual. Think about it like the flowers that bloom after major wildfires: after a period of loss, some beautiful can still come of it.

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#tall vampire lady #lady alcina #lady dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #castle dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #dimitrescu daughters #dimitrescu family #dimitrescu sisters #cassandra dimitrescu #countess dimitrescu #house dimitrescu #resident evil #re: village #resident evil village #resident evil: village

[steveroger]

Content creator 2021 Wrapped Tag Game

Cut this into what works for you. Want to do only one instead of five? Do it. Tag 2 people? Do it. This game is not your mum or the Apple App store to tell you what to do. But there are a couple of rules:

RULE 1: Review your creations over 2021. Tag some gifmakers/creators, friends and strangers to get them to do the same.

RULE 2: Link to the content, commentary optional.

Sarah @usermurdocks thank you for tagging me! I was thinking of doing a wrapped post but this was a little different and more interesting to do.

5 (or more!) creations from others that made you smash the reblog button hard, closely followed by your ‘insp’ tag or ‘fave tag’. Link to sets that started conversations, outstanding composition, colouring, etc.

Marvel Heroes by @sersi - Absolutely, without a doubt, one of my favourite edits I’ve seen this year. The detail and the composition blew my mind! The quote tops it off by pulling at my heartstrings. Other favourites by Elysia are this and this Captain America edits. 

The Mandalorian by @usergeralt -  The colours? The blending? The typography? It’s just so beautiful. I am such a sucker for gentle colour gradients and that second gif just speaks to me. All of Annie’s Mando Week sets are really lovely!

The Witcher by @katherineebishop - This edit is burned into my memory. It’s so vibrant and elegant and the composition is so beautiful! Doing this meme I just noticed Laura has a tag called spacegifs and wow, I’m in love with her sets all over again!

The Expanse by @cara-gee - The Expanse Appreciation Week was a super fun event, particularly because it’s a smaller fandom than what I’m used to and the quality of sets was top notch. This is hands down my favourite set from that event. Treena makes such beautiful rainbow sets like these and those, I’m in love.

Steve Rogers by @userachilles - Everything Emma has made is beautiful and this is one of my many favourites!! I am absolutely weak for my captain and that colour combination and the blending omfg??? Just brilliant. Emma I know you’re up to your armpits in Hades but I will still love your beautiful Steve gifs. 

The Falcon Captain America and the Winter Soldier by @jackarthurdavenport - This is just SO well done? The blending is perfect and the red and blue contrasted with the monochrome is so lovely!! Also Elle I miss you 💕

Black Panther by @sith-maul - do I need to explain!? Just incredible. The vibrancy of that purple and the blending and typography is all god tier editing. I love all of Nik’s work but this is a strong fave.

I have a very long list of favourite posts in my #inspo tag that I could not possibly list them all here. Lmao this list is way more than 5.

4 creations of which you’re proud. These are goals you scored. Nothing to do with notes.

The Mandalorian picspam - this is probably my most prized edit from that year! To be completely honest it was the result of an attempt of making some fancy gif edit but I got frustrated and realised I could make a picspam AND include so many more screenshots of my favourite parts of the series. 

Steve Rogers - this set was one of those ‘well I have this vague idea but let’s see what happens’. The magic of the second gif happened by accident, I duplicated a layer into the wrong file and ended up with something really cool and I’m so proud of. I’d redo the last gif tho sldkfjsdf let’s ignore that one

Pedro Pascal birthday set - I LOVE THIS WORK. I am so proud of it. It felt so simple at first but of course I naturally gravitate towards colourful gifs, and I couldn’t figure out a red colour. That Triple Frontier gif really went off, I’m so proud and honestly have no idea how I managed to achieve that.

Narcos Javier Pena - I’m so glad Astrid suggested this playlist for inspo because everything just worked seamlessly. I can’t think of a better song that speaks to Javier’s character. I really played with fade-ins and blending to suit the mood for each gif.  

3 creations others loved. Include the one that one that got most notes, great comments, or the classic ‘how dare you!’

TFATWS John Walker DIY tutorial - lmao this was SO FUN to make. Don’t ask me to do it again though because I have no idea lol I was so high on the serotonin of the idea of this and it’s my most reblogged gifset this year 

The Mandalorian x tumblr banned tags part 1 and part 2 - lmao I just love how Tumblr users respond to these situations. I also love these sets from other fandoms!

Simu Liu on Shang Chi - I made this edit because these sentences spoke to me so strongly, and I read so much feedback in tags and comments about people who feel the same way! I love Simu for understanding the weight of his role and how much his story means to the Asian community. Not much in terms of editing, but this edit means a lot.

2 creations that stretched you as a creator: style, colouring, blending, text, etc. include the one that should have got more notes.

Natasha Romanoff - yeah I tried really hard on this and it didn’t go off the way I hoped. I had done a similar colour edit for Steve which did quite well. I worked 10x harder for Natasha’s and I really wish it picked up more notes :(

Marcus Moreno - the colouring is definitely something I haven’t dared to do before - it’s almost fluorescent. Kinda wanna redo it. 

1 creation of yours that you find most aesthetically pleasing to the eye and self AND 1 creation that broke and (maybe remade you) as a creator – we all have that one.

Chris Evans birthday edit - unfortunately this was a day late but I still like how I pulled this off. Navy is a colour that looks so good on him!!

If Beale St Could Talk - so colouring this broke me lol I’m still not 100% happy with it, but I did the best I could. Also, this movie broke me into a million pieces.

0 the creation that never was because nothing was working that day.

sdfsjdlfsjdf OKAY WELL I really liked the cyberpunk aesthetic of Madripoor in TFATWS and I tried to do some cool colouring thing but it sucked and everyone else had much + much + much + much prettier edits than me so I gave up lol

Tagging: (feel free to ignore if you’ve done it/don’t want to)

@trashcora / @pedrorascal / @sith-maul / @djarsdin​ / @aandrewgarfield​ / @katherineebishop​ / @sersi​ / @star-wars​ / @chris-hargreeves​ / @vibroblade​ / @amandaseyfried​

#content creator tag games #tag games #this was fun to do #i became quite reflective of what i've achieved and what i can do better

[cherrywoes]

dark sun. (ryoumen sukuna x f!reader x oc)

i. ikigai.

— the reason for being; the reason you wake up in the morning.

rating: mature for sexual content, violence, blood, gore, etcetera.

warnings: violence in this chapter, graphic descriptions of viscera and gore, murder.

a/n: i caved and finally wrote it. feedback is appreciated (adored *cough*). next on my list is a chapter for the girl in the foxes’ den. <3 

THE SMELL OF BLOOD would make some people gag. But you—sitting complacently in the small, cramped room offered to you by the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College’s higher ups, the only thing they would even deem appropriate to allow you to own—were used to the faint tang of iron, the putrid odor of someone’s bowels spilling out of their body through a horizontal gash between their hips.

It was a regular occurrence, or at least a daily chore, that you had to clean blood out of the tatami mats and replace the shoji doors entirely. Most of your tiny allowance, collected from the bodies of the assassins who had been paid to kill you, was enough to pay for it, but sometimes you had to wonder if it was just as much a chore for the janitors to make the bodies vanish as it was for you to try to get blood out of tatami mats—which was hilariously difficult.

Staring at the decapitated head lying at your knees, you dodged a spurt of arterial spray coming from the stump of the neck, following the trajectory with your eyes and internally withering away as it struck at yet another set of shoji doors, rendering you up to two sets you would be replacing in the next couple of days. Masamichi Yaga would be disappointed in you; at least, you figured he would be. It wasn’t as if he was paying you many visits lately, not with the way your Curse was acting up lately.

Ama-no-Kagaseo slumbered away peacefully in your arms. Held by a sash wrapped around your shoulders and back with Shinto charms woven into the very seams, he was virtually hidden from sight so only you could see the small, chubby face within, and the wisps of pale hair curling at his forehead. He looked almost innocent like this, if you could just ignore the body bleeding before your kneeling form and the way an invisible breeze brushed hair away from your ear to whisper an unintelligible term of affection, as if you were oblivious to his presence.

“Another body, [Name]-san?”

The gentle touch at the back of your neck vanished. You looked over to the now opened shoji door to see your teacher—over qualified executioner, you liked to call her—Fujiwara, Sayaka standing at the threshold. She wore the typical black uniform of the college, personalized into a sleek and form fitting pant suit embellished with charms and cleverly woven Jujutsu spells to shield her from Ama-no-Kagaseo’s temper. While you had never told her they wouldn’t do any good, as he had tore through higher grade spells like paper before, she seemed to be aware of the constant danger she was in by just being around you or in your personal space. Sayaka was sketchy and dodgy at best, but she could match Gojo, Satoru on a bad day, so you trusted in her power at least only marginally. Your fondness for the woman was probably the only thing keeping her alive.

“Yes.” The carefully crafted speech of the Shiraishi clan was something Sayaka hated and you used as a security blanket. The elders couldn’t say anything if you were polite, respectful, and kept Ama-no-Kagaseo on a leash; which was foolish, you’d wanted to tell them, because the malevolent god was not above overpowering you and waking from his sleep if he so wanted. “This would be the sixth one this month. Do they ever run out of bodies to slaughter?”

“I’m afraid not.” The woman’s pale pink hair shone in the sunlight peeking through the broken roof that the assassin had launched himself through. It had been a comical sight; you’d even dropped your green tea in shock, even though you shouldn’t have been surprised with how often it happened. “Well, you can’t stay here—not now, anyways. I’ve been given new orders to secure your lodging on the college campus, effective immediately.”

You raised an eyebrow. You had never been allowed to set foot on the campus ever since you’d taken your position as Ama-no-Kagaseo’s vessel. You vaguely remembered the people there—Fushiguro, Megumi and Panda to name two—and what it looked like, though it had been so long that you wondered what they looked like now. They had been young, like you, when you met them, Panda being an adorable presence that had raised your spirits if only for a little while. Ama-no-Kagaseo was considered a threat to all life and, as such, you had to keep away from the main populace of Jujutsu sorcerers for their safety… or the higher up’s whims. So to hear you were going there, immediately, without question, raised a few red flags for you.

“What’s going on?” You asked, though the demand in your voice was clear. It was something you had picked up from Ama-no-Kagaseo when he had first started speaking to you through your linked souls. Sayaka always seemed unnerved when you demanded something of her, as if seeing something you couldn’t, not that you would be surprised if she could. She’d seen a manifestation of Ama-no-Kagaseo’s essence around you more than once and nearly lost her eye for it; the scar running lengthwise down her face was proof of it. “You know as well as I do that they would never let me set foot on those grounds unless something more important than keeping Ama-no-Kagaseo sealed came up.”

Sayaka squinted at something over your shoulder right as you felt the jade pins in your hair tinkle like windchimes. “He’s here, isn’t he?”

You offered her a sheepish smile. Ama-no-Kagaseo was fond of getting on every single one of Sayaka’s nerves through you, since you wouldn’t let him kill her without shunning him entirely. It was an unusually innocent form of torture for him, one you never took for granted. That didn’t mean that she understood exactly how lucky she was that he didn’t resort to his more cruel methods of torture.

“He’s been calm today,” you said in lieu of reassuring her. You deliberately left out the fact that he was more occupied with playing with the anklet around your sock clad ankle, a Shiraishi family heirloom that hadn’t been worn since Ama-no-Kagaseo had been sealed. The malevolent energy it gave off was distinctly Ama-no-Kagaseo’s and you doubted any of the other women before you had been comfortable wearing it. “You’ll be okay for today.”

“Like that’s supposed to be reassuring,” she scoffed. You had to begrudgingly agree; he had been calm the day he’d given her that scar, although the incident leading up to it had been… extenuating, to say the least. She eyed the still form of his human body in your arms and then looked away. “How far does his domain extend now?”

You recognized the question for what it was: a distraction. Clearly whatever was going on was something you weren’t privy to, or were ever going to be privy to. You pressed your lips together and Ama-no-Kagaseo stopped playing with your anklet to swipe an invisible finger over your mouth, unpleased with your dour expression. You attempted to relax your facial muscles ever so slightly and that seemed to satiate him, because he went back to fiddling with the charms on your anklet. If Sayaka noticed, she didn’t say anything.

“It’s extended.” You adjusted the sash around your shoulders uncomfortably. Ama-no-Kagaseo’s domain was not something you wanted to talk about; Sayaka reported everything to the higher ups, and as a consequence, what little freedom you had was suppressed with every little progression that Ama-no-Kagaseo’s domain made towards more leeway. You had a feeling that he repressed his malicious urges for your sake, but you couldn’t be entirely sure—he never spoke in entire sentences, just fragments of words and quiet terms of endearment. “I think maybe a few feet. I’m not sure.”

It was more like another mile, rolling his total up to two miles, but you kept that part to yourself. Sayaka seemed to accept your answer, still eyeing the space that the Curse was occupying beside you, and then looked at your kimono like she always did. It wasn’t as if it was exactly normal.

When you had gained Ama-no-Kagaseo’s trust—or affection?—your wardrobe had been sliced to ribbons and replaced with shimmering kimonos of the highest quality silk, imbued with Ama-no-Kagaseo’s Curse energy and embroidered with his personal sigil. You had been distraught over your lost possessions, many of them belonging to your mother, the former vessel before you, but you had grown to appreciate the garments for their beauty and comfort. The silk seemed to have a permanent projection of the night sky upon it so that when you moved, the stars would shift as if in a time lapse recording. Ama-no-Kagaseo only let you remove it when you went to bathe or got ready for bed. By the time you were awake and moving out of bed, the kimono—sometimes a variant with thicker layers or thinner ones—was already wrapped around your body again as if it had never left in the first place.

“I’m guessing you won’t be allowed to wear the uniform,” she sighed, indicating that you’d need to blend in for whatever it was that was going on. “Damn. Okay, well, we can work on that later. Right now we need to get you packed and moving before—”

“Kelp.”

You hadn’t noticed the new presence at the door, or even within Ama-no-Kagaseo’s domain. Your eyes darted to the door, instinctively bristling as if an assassin was awaiting you, and all at once, you felt the temperature in the room—once a comfortable sixty-five degrees—drop significantly. Sayaka’s eyes widened and almost a second too late, she shoved the white haired male to the floor. A fraction of a second later a harsh gust of wind blew the wall behind his head out, the roof slumping down and crumbling into a pile of debris.

“Inumaki-san!” Sayaka growled, gritting her teeth in frustration. She got to her feet and when she was sure that Ama-no-Kagaseo’s curse energy wasn’t fluctuating for another hit, she pulled the male to his feet. He seemed a little shell shocked, or at the very least surprised, and his dark gaze drifted to you in minute curiosity. “Didn’t I tell you not to come in until I explained everything?”

“Salmon. Mustard Leaf.”

What? You fluttered your eyes open and shut in disbelief. Was he talking in… ingredients?

“Of course. I guess I should have expected that.” Sayaka rubbed her face and crossed her arms. Then she looked at you. “Shiraishi-san, this is Inumaki Toge, a second year student. Inumaki-san, this is Shiraishi [Name]. She’ll be on campus for the foreseeable future.”

“Nice to meet you,” you replied, feeling Ama-no-Kagaseo’s hostility dwindle with your calming heart rate.

“Kelp.” He bowed his head slightly, but for the most part remained straight and standing. That allowed Ama-no-Kagaseo to calm down completely and you had to wonder why, but your attention was quickly ripped away when Sayaka spoke again.

“He’ll be standing in for me when I am unable to attend to you.”

This was news—frankly shocking news, if you were being honest—to you. Sayaka had not left your side since you were ten. She had to be in her early thirties, your latest estimate may be in her forties, not that she would tell you. She saw any personal information as a weapon to be used against her by Ama-no-Kagaseo. She was adamant that it had nothing to do with you, personally, but the Curse who you carried against your chest as if he were your own child. You admitted it was a smart thing to do, but you also knew deep within your heart that if Ama-no-Kagaseo wanted to hurt her, he wouldn’t need her life history to do it.

“What do you mean?” You inquired, phrasing it as delicately as you could without appearing you were about to fly into a murderous rage. Sayaka was your only friend—not that she’d even let you call her that—in the entire world. You considered Ama-no-Kagaseo a protector, in a convoluted way, and a companion, since he would be with you until the day you died. You couldn’t call anyone else a friend in the way you could her.

Sayaka almost looked uncertain about telling you. She looked to Inumaki for confirmation and he shrugged, indicating the decision was up to her. You watched the interaction with keen eyes, noting the slight familiarity and the way Inumaki was deferring to her with his body language. Clearly he knew something you didn’t, something he shared with Sayaka. Before she opened her mouth, she waved for him to leave the room; obviously she was concerned whatever she was about to say would earn him another blow from Ama-no-Kagaseo.

“Long story short—Ryoumen Sukuna has been incarnated into this era.”

Bound to Ama-no-Kagaseo as you were, you were as in tune to his ‘emotions’ as he was yours. So when Sayaka let that little piece of information hang in the air like a guillotine ready to drop, you felt Ama-no-Kagaseo’s rage bubble up inside you like a potent poison. It was all consuming, hateful, and everything you dreaded when he got truly furious because once he was angry, and you panicked because he would—

And you were gone, taking a backseat in your own conscious. Ama-no-Kagaseo was too infuriated to apologize to you properly, barely managing to even sweep an illusory breeze across your cheek before taking control of your body. You knew he wasn’t angry with you, but this man Ryoumen Sukuna who he seemed to know well that he was beside himself.

Ama-no-Kagaseo had dressed up your shared consciousness to resemble something of a palace of stars and a night sky. The few times he did take control of your body (usually to stop you from tumbling over cliff edges, falling out of trees, or skinning your knees) you were granted access to this mysterious place, and yet it seemed you had a permanent residence despite only being present for a few times. You had a little mat seated beside his at a table; your favorite flowers were littered around the metaphorical palace in porcelain vases; you even had a closet full of star studded kimonos, which was where you assumed he got all of the kimonos he manifested upon your person now.

You appeared upon his throne, which was bizarre since you usually wound up somewhere near the entrance to wait for him to escort you back to your body, a pale metal contraption adorned with blue, green, and purple gems and silk that was smooth and silky to the touch. Since he stayed here often, he had made it comfortable; you had only seen his personal representation of his physical appearance once, and you had been so flustered that you immediately hid your face in your sleeves while he laughed in amusement. Besides that one time, you had only ever seen it in paintings, which were much different than the real—metaphysical?—thing. Ama-no-Kagaseo abhorred earth and for the limited time he was willingly present within it, he was usually only there for you.

A bright blue orb appeared in your lap, hovering just above your legs. You grasped it, worried it would fall and shatter, and found yourself staring through your own eyes at Sayaka.

Her face was contorted into panic and sheer terror. You knew that your appearance changed when he took control—your eyes completely blacked over from corner to corner and appeared as if they had stars in them, and two delicate dark blue dots appeared beneath your eyes to signify your soul and his—but you were curious what you actually looked like. You couldn’t be that terrifying, could you?

“Ama-no-Kagaseo.” Sayaka’s voice was strained. “Where is [Name]?”

That was the first time you’d ever heard her say your name without honorifics. Your surprise must have been evident, because Ama-no-Kagaseo allowed a brief flicker of wind to run down your neck. It was chilly, indicative of his anger, and you pulled your kimono closer around you as if it would help.

“She is present.” That was also the first time you’d ever heard him speak more than a single word. “I am allowing her to watch to reassure her I will not harm you in my anger.”

You would have been dying at his usage of full sentences if you weren’t so worried about Sayaka doing something foolish. You knew she would report this to the higher ups, but you had a feeling this intentional. Ama-no-Kagaseo picked up on your thoughts as well and agreed, gently tugging a jade pin out of your hair. The physical version of you was untouched, but you lost the pin in the metaphysical world.

“I see.” Sayaka carefully sat down, locking her knees and tucking her feet underneath herself. It was the complete opposite of the one she took when you were around. “I’m sure you heard, but—”

“Yes,” Ama-no-Kagaseo interrupted her, using your hand to pick up your discarded cup of green tea. “Ryoumen Sukuna. It has been over a thousand years since I’ve heard that name.”

Sayaka ignored the cup. “I am aware that he played a vital role in sealing you to this realm.”

That was news to you—you seemed to be discovering new things at every turn of the corner. You furrowed your eyebrows and brought your knees up to your chin, watching the globe more intently.

“Not Sukuna himself,” Ama-no-Kagaseo sneered. In your voice, it was a strange thing to hear. “His followers. But he was the indirect cause, so I am attributing the fault to him since I strung their corpses upon his precious temple.”

You could tell that Sayaka found his logic extremely concerning by the twitch in her cheek. A stream of sweat crept down her temple.

“You can’t kill him.”

“And why not?” Ama-no-Kagaseo’s tone went frosty. You watched a shudder roll over Sayaka’s shoulders. “Do not presume to tell me what to do, mortal.”

“He will keep coming back.” Sayaka backpedalled, clenching her fists. “We don’t have all twenty fingers. His host, Itadori Yuuji, is too good of a chance to pass up—if we can get him to intake all of them—”

“You can raze Sukuna from this earth and get rid of him for good.” Ama-no-Kagaseo inferred. “Except it will not be that easy.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Ama-no-Kagaseo didn’t answer her. You felt a telltale pull of your lips and were slowly pulled back into your own body.

“I bore of you,” he said, after a moment, and then allowed you control once more, the darkness bleeding away from your eyes.

You felt him settle into a doze within your consciousness and simultaneously found yourself staring at Sayaka. When you smiled at her in apology, she collapsed back and blew out a harsh breath.

“For a minute there I thought he was going to kill me,” she sighed, then sat up and fixed you with a glower. “You didn’t tell me you could see when he takes control.”

You shook your head and raised a hand, keeping the other firmly rooted against Ama-no-Kagaseo’s physical form’s back. “This is the first time I was able to. I didn’t even know I could.”

Sayaka narrowed her eyes and then looked away, seemingly in thought. “Well, I guess there’s no use in telling the higher ups right now. They have bigger fish to fry at the moment. And it’s not like we didn’t know all of that about Sukuna… Ugh. This is giving me a headache.”

“Me too,” you sighed, unnervingly aware of the way Ama-no-Kagaseo’s fingers were following the collar of your kimono, deceptively docile compared to moments before. He had decided to give up on his nap after all. “So, when do we go to the campus?”

“Right now. Pack up your stuff and meet Inumaki and I outside.”

When Sayaka left the room, you carefully began putting back your tea pot in its box and wandering to find something suitable to put your clothes in. You found a cloth bag, blank except for a few flowers embroidered on it by hand, and had just enough room to pile on your box of jewelry—all of it Cursed with Ama-no-Kagaseo’s energy—on the top. You didn’t have a lot of belongings because of the higher ups, but what you did have you treasured greatly; your favorite piece was an elaborate diadem of foreign make, decorated with diamonds and crystals that were made to turn into weapons if you willed it. You tucked it safely beneath two of your kimonos and found a ring lying on your nightstand where there hadn’t been one before.

You walked over to it, drawn by Ama-no-Kagaseo’s familiar energy. The jewel glimmered with power and visibly made the air around it ripple; you picked it up and found it warm to the touch.

“Protect. Sukuna.” He was back to one or two words again. You were almost disappointed but went back to examining the ring, wondering what finger to put it on. You eventually decided on your ring finger and it was a snug fit, as if it had been made with exactly that finger in mind.

“Thank you, Ama-no-Kagaseo.”

An affectionate ruffle of your hair was all you got in return.

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