#just not in the mood to feel any decent pain at the moment though. Be mindful of that please

[mischiefmaker615]

Cheeky Minx

Summary: Disobeying Loki has some.. particular consequences.

Rating: R

Requested Poll DM by: @gigglingtiggerv2

Promp: Loki (thinking) what is she doing here, on Asgard? She swore to me- No matter, someone is clearly overdue a spanking, to remind them of their promises!

Front Row Seats: @sharris8 @foxherder @emeraldeyesloki @kenzie-luvzz @liminalpebble @mischief-blood

Loki’s POV

Even a mere day is to long away from my Y/N and it pains me not to have her in my sights, let alone holding the knowledge that we are currently in two different realms at the moment.

Despite how I feel about those low-life heroes, they will serve at least a decent amount of usefulness as protection while I deal with a few meetings here on Asgard, and yet it still doesn’t calm my mind.

With so much to do, I can’t help but think of her throughout my attempts to busy and distract myself. i count each second until I can finally return to her side.. Though she might not be initially happy for having to leave her behind despite how many times she’s begged to accompany me.

It is the last night for me here on Asgard before I can make my return and festivities have been thrown to celebrate an accomplishment after a long attempt to receive it and yet I do not wish to participate. I am not missed in the slightest and I frankly doubt people even realize I am not even at the party. I’ve acted to retreat and watch from the balconies, hoping sleep might meet me up here but I find myself wide awake still.

The music and cheering is hardly enough agitation to send me away from a palace ball but I find any domestic pleasures have lost my interest if Y/N isn’t here. I merely find even now that my dulled mood has started to get into my head because I could have sworn seeing Y/N herself down in the crowds, weaving through with an untouched glass of Asgard’s alcohol in her hand.

That be impossible, we both know it is merely impossible for her to handle her wine and stay standing. The more impossible fact would be her being here in the first place, after having her promise abundantly she would find no way to follow.. but the fact was in the back of my mind that this might have something to do involving my brother’s help back at that damn Midgardian’s tower.

As my eyes follow her form, in her shimmery silver dress that hugged her body perfectly, her proportions were spot on to my Y/N. the way her hips swayed, her hair fell perfectly the way she wanted it with spending an extra few minutes giving it special attention in the mornings, the way she laughed or said excuse me with a shy wave whenever she brushed up against a stranger..

My hands gripped the balcony edge as I watched her, my eyes trained and even from this far distance, I can practically smell her wonderful perfume from here. Y/N.. my Y/N.. she was here..

But how? what is she doing here, on Asgard? Thor had to have something to do with this despite how I warned him to refuse her efforts on getting him to cave.. She swore to me-

My eyes closed for a mere second so I could take a deep breath and compose myself. No matter, I believe someone is overdue for their lesson on how they should behave and to obey. She’s here now, that’s all that matters and she will learn..

I could feel my cape flow behind me by my pace I have set for myself that indicated that I was not in a rush nor in a panic, but the servants knew well to get out of my way. I made my way through the halls and across the ball floor, indicating each step where my pace would not faulter as others continued their dancing and strolling. My heart rate picked up when I had her in my sights again, seeing how she was speaking to a couple while she raised her hand to take a sip of her glass. Just before it could touch her lips, my hand caught her delicate wrist.

‘’I believe you’ll find that a bit to strong for you darling-‘’ my words fell short as her eyes locked into mine, wide from my appearance, excited by knowing who I was, and glassy that indicated she apparently already has had a few sips of it. by gods she will learn tonight..

‘’Loki!’’ she exclaimed and hugged me with her arms around my neck while my hand slipped the glass into my own so she wouldn’t accidently spill and I placed it on a passing tray before my arms were around her as well. I

My body felt like it was melting and I wanted nothing more than to stay like that for hours but even now I held myself back so I wouldn’t catch unwanted attention. ‘’darling, come this way so that we may catch up’’ I urged and she held onto my arm as I nodded our departure from the couple before I led her through the crowd.

‘’I can’t believe I finally found you-‘’

‘’what did I tell you about coming here?’’ I warned her but I kept my tone light to keep her calm, knowing as she was slowly falling into intoxication, she might draw a scene.

‘’I know I know I just.. Thor offered to help me out when he saw I was down and I just missed you so much-‘’ she explained as she seemed to cuddle more into my arm, her bosom pressing against me, sending me a feeling of strain in my groin as I kept us going.

‘’despite Thor’s best intentions, he had no right to go against my requests.’’ I spoke calmly and her eyes avoided me.

‘’you just promised me to take me to Asgard a long time ago and yet you’ve gone twice in the same year.. I just want to know I can rely on you and your word before I have to take things into my own hands.’’

‘’like sneaking into Asgard for a night of fun?’’ I ask dryly, almost as if I were scolding a child as I switched my arm to hold onto her waist when I feel her pace change. Her silence gets my attention and I see her looking away with her bottom lip between her teeth. ‘’..what is it?’’

‘’..I’ve actually been here two days looking for you..’’

That did it. she was lucky we had already excited out of the palace gathering areas for the party and into the halls now because my next action would have made a scene. As soon as I realized she’s been here unsupervised for two days, she was over my shoulder in a heartbeat and I carried her at my regular stride towards my chambers.

I feel her hands press against my back as she looked forward, all exits and hopes of escape disappearing from her view before I bring her into my room and shut the door. Once its secured, she is set down with her back to the hall and my hands caging her in on either side of her head. She sobered up briefly as her hands and body pressed back against the wall.

‘’you have disobeyed my darling and are lucky you are here safe and alive with no form of chaos knocking on my door involving your appearance in the palace. Although you are intoxicated and will need to be retaught this lesson when you are sober and more aware, you’ve brought it upon me to have you punished for your actions.’’ I told her with my nose dangerously close to hers as I stare her down. her perfume and warmth has my groin straining again but I refrain to give in upon this time.. for now. First things first.

‘’..p-punishment?’’ she said quietly and feel one of my hands sliding behind her and up her back until it has a first grip on her dress zipper.

‘’you could have put yourself in danger and have disobeyed me, amongst many other things. Allow me to list them for you.’’ I offer, my tone almost to calm to have her take on a shy demeanor.

‘’what are you-‘’

In one smooth motion, I pulled down and the zipper followed with no delay until she had to use her dainty hands to keep it from slipping off her shoulders. she gave me a pleading look but I opted for an indifferent one. ‘’darling, you don’t wish to put yourself in a worse predicament than the one you already in, so do not deny it. it has been a rather long awhile after all anyway’’ I tried lightening the mood a bit, do to the fact that I don’t wish to be to harsh with her in her intoxicated state and gently took her hands away from herself, letting the silky fabric fall to the ground and leaving an eye full of beauty in just her undergarments.

‘’Loki.. I really didn’t mean anything by it or any trouble it may have risk causing-‘’ she interrupted herself with an adorable hiccup- causing me much stress into not wavering my demeanor just then before she continued while my eyes drank her in from the neck down. ‘’I just missed you that’s all- there could be worse things-‘’

‘’yes, and be thankfully you haven’t done then. A proper punishment will ensure- I hope- that you do not try such things after any warning has been left by me.’’ I warn her and take her by the hand, backing up so she followed, my eyes never leaving her ravishing swaying hips, lengthy legs and anywhere my eyes to look until I sit myself on my bed with her standing before me.

‘’Loki please..’’ she whispered but it didn’t sound like begging as my eyes flick up to hers with a coil smile. I know most of her actually enjoys the punishments, but I need the rest of her to thoroughly understand she needs to listen the first time.

‘’I so love it when you beg darling, but I don’t think you are sorry. However,’’ just as I spoke, my fingers had already curled at the top edges of her panties, my eyes staying trained with hers as I slowly slide them down. ‘’I do believe I should greet you properly before we get into it, I have missed you terribly..’’ I say, finding my heart and voice full of longing as I relish any second I get feeling her soft skin and she takes a step back as I push forward and sink to my knees.

My hands run up her thighs as her hands rest at my shoulders, supporting herself as I already see her shaking with anticipation. I’ve barely even touched her and already have her riled up, making me smirk and she knows it.

I lean forward just an inch away from her sex, inhaling her intoxicating scent that I knew had her blushing without me even having to look up at her. Her fingers dripped my shoulders in nervousness, even though this isn’t the first time we have been intimate. My hands on her thighs were gentle but I was clear that she would not move away no matter what. I flick my eyes up at her, holding love and also amusement at seeing how much she could squirm with very little effort from me before I used the tip of my tongue to barely graze her clit.

She sucked in a breath, her cheeks red and balance swayed as she looked down at me with intoxicated yet loving eyes as she bites her bottom lip. Gods the mere looks she gives me is enough to have my groin straining, begging for relief.. but this isn’t about me right now. This is about her, and always will be and I enjoy and relish ever moment of it as she begins panting while I administer with my tongue in slow, long strokes against her sex. However just as I began feeling her clench around my tongue, I lean away onto my heels, my eyes gazing up at her fast enough to catch her pout.

‘‘do not get carried away darling, there’s still a purpose here to administer.’’ I smirk, as if she had forgotten as I take hold of her wrist just as she was about to take a step back.

I stand up again and take a seat on the end of the bed, feeling her limb strain just slightly at what’s to come but she knows she won’t be able to break my hold; she never has. In one smooth motion, I full her forward and turn her so she lands in a position where she’s laying over my lap, her gorgeous ass displayed before me.

‘’L-Loki p-please..’’ she whines and if I hadn’t already known better, I would have thought she was begging for me to continue rather than relent.

‘’darling, although I am happy to see you and safe, I will administer three strikes. Not only have you broken your promise by coming to Asgard rather than remaining on Midgard like I’ve told you, you’ve put yourself in potential danger with foreign beings here. if any Asgardian would have found out that you were indeed a Midgardian, havoc would have rose on questioning our defenses. If you could get in, what else could.’’ I begin, hoping that even with the soul fate of a realm, she should see her carelessness as I gently run my hand against her rump in slow circles. By this alone I feel her body tense and shiver and she made no move to get away, showing how much she wanted this.

No. this was important.

And with that, I gave her one strike, making her yelp at the unexpected impact as her body tensed on my lap. Three may not seem like a lot, even to some with my erotic and sexual nature, but I remind myself every day she is a Midgardian, a bit more delicate.

‘’you’ve also indulged in alcohol- Asgard’s alcohol where I know I’ve told you countless times it how different the effects are compared to your Midgardian piss water; and we both know how you get when you are drunk, increasing your endangerment.’’ STRIKE.

She yelped again, followed by a shiver as I feel her delicate fingers grip my pants ‘’I’m sorry Loki-‘’

‘’you’ve also had interactions with my brother and gods knows who else when you know how I feel about you interacting with any of the male species.’’ STRIKE!

That one was a bit of a personal one and we’ve talked about my.. over protectiveness before, but those idiots should have stopped her if she was asking how to get here!.. but it’s not on her for that one.. but she still asked..

Her panting drew my attention back to reality as I glance down at her, seeing how she had goosebumps with a small drunken-smile on her lips. Cheeky minx, even when a point is trying to come across, she also somehow manages to pick pleasure out of it.. though I suppose bringing her along from now on would keep her away from other males and my eye on her would keep her safe, rest assured for my sanity..

STRIKE

‘’ow! What was that for??’’ she questioned as I use a bit of my Jotun temperature through my hand to help ease the sting as I give her a smirk.

‘’just for my own pleasure darling, as I see you’ve chosen to do the same. However, I do hope you have been listening throughout all of this.’’ I test and just as I see her lip’s part to utter a word, perhaps some snarky comment to test me or even a flirtatious one, I cut her short by shoving two digits into her cunt.

‘’norns Y/N you’re holding on so tight..’’ I breath out, barely above a whisper as her cunt clenches around my slow, pumping fingers, seeing just how much she had enjoyed her punishment.

‘’please..’’ she breaths, her back arching as her grip tightens on my leg as I feel her orgasm drawing close.

Now I knew for sure her begging was to let her cum, and I couldn’t help but smile at her although she couldn’t see it. she may bring something out in me I may not need- stress, worry, anxiety, obsessiveness, over protectiveness- but she truly has made me a new man.. a new god. For her.

I quicken my pumping, my eyes fluttering with my heading falling back at the mere touch of her, her flutter, her tightness and she says it before I can even make her.

‘’gods please Loki let me cum! I beg of you my king!’’

That did it.

‘’cum for me darling’’

My panting quickened just as much as hers as my fingers sped up, my other hand gripping her flesh and kept her in place as she squirmed with her orgasm beginning to tip over. With one final strike on her rump while I shove one more digit in, she lets out the beautiful sound of her moans while I curl my fingers and my thumb meeting her clit.

She shakes and flutters, her pussy drenching my hand as I made sure she wouldn’t fall right off my lap as I help her ride it out, all the while my eyes drinking in her beautiful form that cums just for me.. that loves only me and.. would cross the realms despite my warnings just to be with me..

I carefully turn her over on my lap as she pants, her glassy eyes and tired smile looking up at me where she musters up the strength to sit up and press her soft, luscious lips to mine. Gods this woman was mine..

I kiss her with love, with my heart and everything I could give as she cuddles close, burying her face in the crook of my neck as I drink in her scent I loved so much. I would never tell her this to make this lesson useless but I am glad she is here, and I’ll tell her we are to remain a few days here like I promised her later. Right now, I will just hold her, feel her, smell her,.. have her.

I feel her eventually grow restless and- dare I say, horny as she begins cuddling closer and pressing her lips to my neck and jawline. This brings out a smile as I glance down at her eyes that held more mischief than my own in that moment.

‘’Loki..’’ she begins with a gentle voice as I begin to creep my hand back down to her beautiful sex.

‘’yes darling?..’’ I whisper, slowly moving her onto the bed on her back without so much as breaking eye contact, my body barely leaving an inch away from hers as I position myself on top, already my magic working itself on riding of the clothes that stayed between us.

‘’you taught me a lesson when I was intoxicated..’’ she begins, teasing in her voice but a failed attempt to try to act serious as her hands run up to rest at my shoulders. ‘’but I’m sober now.. I need some reminding..’’

Oh you little minx..

She never fails to make me smirk, but right now she brought out the all to familiar smirk on my lips as I tower above her. ‘’as you wish darling.. do try to stay focused this time..’’ I tease and in one swift motion, flipped her over.

•Thank you friends for reading my first one shot in HIS POV ♥ rusty and time will improve Lol but i appreciate all the support ♥ cool we share the same taste in men- or.. gods ;)

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[kiestrokes]

i like had this thought in the back of my head of like what ateez would be like with an S/O who has a physical illness bcs i actually have one which causes a lot of pain to my bones and i'm like in a constant state of pain and discomfort, been going on for about 12 years HELL YA ✊🏻, if i don't keep up on my meds (currently don't have the proper meds so it only tides me over for a little while-) then im basically fucked so IDK i feel like there isn't a lot of stuff written about this kind of stuff (im a sucker for shit i hardly ever am able to read abt) ALSO IM NOT 100% SURE IF YOUR REQS WERE OPEN BCS I DIDNT SEE ANYTHING POSTED ABT IT SO- YA- if you don't want to write it obviously you don't have to !! no pressure at all lovely

ATEEZ Caring for You: Chronic Illness Edition | SFW

Pairing: ATEEZ x Gender Neutral!Reader/You/Yn Rating: SFW Genre: fluff, slice of life, headcanons, imagines, scenarios. Warnings: chronic illness + immunocompromised talk.

🗝️ Note: Hey atiny anon! You actually asked the right person; I have fibromyalgia combined with a few other annoying chronic illnesses. Because you can't just have one 😓 I hope that you can find a decent fucking doctor and get on the proper medication soon. That's the biggest part of the struggle, finding a physician that will listen and is competent enough. I hope this was enough, I tried to assign each member a caring task that I felt fit them! Has not been beta-ed.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below. 

Seonghwa 

He’s here to help you prevent all the chronic pain that he can. Booking you massage visits. Trips to the hot springs. All the arnica rubs. Silly little games the two of you play, to keep your mind off the pain and depression spirals. His favorite is seeing who can build their new Lego set the quickest. Hwa is the biggest advocate for you, he would never return a dish at the restaurant when its wrong. But he will fight for you at every appointment, every pharmacy, wherever you need him to. Because he knows you've grown tired of fighting all the time.

Hongjoong

HJ's specialty is flexibility. You have a sudden burst of energy? He’s down to go explore that new pop-up market with you. You’ve come down with a bout of bone numbing pain? That’s cool, you’re getting changed into comfy clothes and piled up on the couch. Swaddled in your heating pad with all the snacks. Where he falls asleep on your shoulder. HJ never gets frustrated with your rapid change in mood or plans. Nothing but the most understanding partner you could ever have asked for, and boy is he so cute and snuggly when dozing on you. Small hands seeking your face for drowsy kisses that soothe your aches just a smidge.

Yunho

The quiet presence, the one who knows what you need before you say it. Passing you tissues, making you a cup of tea and most importantly holding you so that you can cry. Shedding angry tears about how frustrated you are with your own body for betraying you. For feeling weak. For missing out on things. He's gently calming every frayed nerve in your brain. Reassuring you that you're exactly where you need to be in this moment, and he will bring all of the fun to you. And he does, in small, manageable doses.

Yeosang

His way of caring for you is through caring for your outside. All the skin masks, hair treatments, skin softening lotions because if you feel cruddy, at least he can make you feel cute and comfortable. They do heal though, in their own way. The extra moisture of the humidifier and every cream and essence he buffs into your skin helps keep some of the aches away. Subsiding the itchiness of the nerve pain, just a little. And you can’t get over how cute Yeosang looks in each animal themed headband or with his hair tied back into teeny space buns or how nice his hands feel every time they glide over your skin.

San

Where Yunho is quietly attentive, San is passionately attentive. You cry, he cries (while holding you). Quite literally your pain, is his pain and he’s here to be with you through each step. No judgment is ever passed when he has to pick up your extra chores around the house. Because to him, that is the smallest act of service he can perform for you. San is the one who wishes he could take on your pain, that he could fight it and destroy it and it pains him that he cannot. So he will simply have to do everything else.

Mingi

He thrives on making you laugh and smile through tough days, because he understands feeling burdensome. Mingi never wants you to feel that way, he wants to make sure you verbally know that your presence is needed and welcome. His favorite thing is cuddled up in bed with you wrapped in your heated blanket watching shows. You looking so small in his arms, giving him the feeling of protecting something. He reassures you constantly, because he himself seeks constant reassurance. Mingi never tires of this, he will reaffirm every single self deprecating thought with a compliment even on his worst days.

Wooyoung 

He cares for you with his skinship, which is incredibly healing. His happy heartbeat encourages yours. His strong hands make you feel loved and needed. Who would cuddle him if not you? Woo often reminds you, whispering the phrase into your ear as he traces his nails through your hair, or while rhythmically drawing circles on your spine. Making you float into dream land and anchoring you in the moment with him at the same time. Woo also loves making you whatever dish you’re craving, knowing you need energy to fight off fatigue and pain. And cooking is one of his many, many love languages.

Jongho

Needing to hoard all the extra rest you can get; you seek out solace at Jongho’s place for nap time. Jongho has taken notice, he’s also taken inventory as to which blankets of his you prefer, the pillows that keep you asleep the longest, what temperature you prefer the room to be based on what you’re wearing. All your favorite snacks before or after. New blackout curtains. He’s made his place your ultimate nap zone. New heated blankets. Duplicates of your fave lounge wear and socks. And he takes his payment in cuddles. Holding you tightly in his bed or sprawled on the couch. Sometimes he falls asleep himself and flips you onto your back to bury into your side like a full-sized teddy bear.

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[optimisticstudentangel]

Bound by handcuffs and love

warning: teasing, handcuffs, edging, orgasm denying 

Sounds of the dishes came from the kitchen and you heard Simeon's contented  muffled singing. Angel was busy cooking dinner, so he couldn't give you a decent amount of attention. Not that it's hard, because you are a couple of meters from the kitchen, in his room and he can just drop by at any second to make sure that everything is fine with you. But no, Simeon is not that simple. It would be too boring to just give you what you want. And at the moment you want Simeon to stop your torment and finally let you cum.

You were lying on his bed, your hands were attached to the railing of the bed with metal handcuffs. Although your legs were free, it didn't do you any good, you could only viciously kick the interfering blankets.

The vibrator inside you was working at the slow speed. But it was not enough for you, it just seemed to tease you, not letting you feel any pleasure.

You started swearing all over the hall, thank God there was no one at home. How dare Simeon tease you, surely he is mocking you and does not think at all about hurrying up and helping you.

- Simeon! You fucking coward, you're going to pay for this! – you started cursing your beloved.

- Tsk, tsk, - the angel began to clack discontentedly. "Good lambs should watch their language, or they won't get any rewards," the angel smiled smugly.

You stopped badmouthing. Even though you didn't want to swallow your pride, you had to keep your mouth shut. You frowned at him and asked for forgiveness. Still, lust played stronger in you, so you were ready to succumb to Simeon for a while.

- Hehehe, that's better, - Simeon pulled the phone out of his pocket and increased the speed of the vibrator. Your body shuddered sharply from the power of the device, a wave of pleasure and pain washed over you. You began to tremble, moaning the name of your lover. It played well on his ego, making his mood even better.

He sat down opposite the bed, on his favorite chair where he usually reads novels. His attentive gaze was fixed on your face, overflowing with lust. "It's a nice view, I like it," the angel remarked. But he wasn't going to rush it. Oh no. He will enjoy you slowly.

He wants to watch how your body will reach many peaks without his participation. And when it's enough for you and you want to stop, Simeon will finally join his sadistic game and start playing with your tired body.

Deep down, you knew that, so you just waited. Because if you hurry things up, then Simeon's well-planned game will end too quickly. And none of you will get the long-awaited ecstasy.

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[nkn0va]

Ok hear me out. Kokonoe and Tsubaki with a househusband s/o.

Anon who the FUCK gave you a cooking license? I'm taking it away.

You are now head chef, keep those banger asks incoming.

Step one to being best girl: Have hair a shade of red, pink included.

Step two: Be voiced by Julie Ann Taylor

Kokonoe A. Mercury

-Being one of Sector Seven's top scientists, Kokonoe brings in more than enough to support a household. Realistically, being in Sector Seven yourself, specifically as one of her field agents is the only way you could've gotten to know her well enough to make her of all people want to end up marrying you.

-Being her field agent for so long before marrying her, naturally you've...seen a lot of shit. You were more than happy to hang up the gear and take the role of househusband. You really had no reason not to.

-Half the time, being Kokonoe's husband is like taking care of a child to be completely honest. A hyper intelligent child whose hiding away an entire stockpile of nukes as Hakumen found out in CS, but a child nonetheless.

-Being involved with Kokonoe in any capacity, ESPECIALLY as her husband, requires a lot of patience. Even to her lover she's sassy, short tempered, and sarcastic, all the while being way too absorbed in her work and addicted to that damn silvervine candy.

-She eventually comes to depend on you entirely for her diet. The only way she's eating anything even remotely healthy is if you make it for her, otherwise she's living off silvervine, coffee, and chocolate.

-Most of the time if you wanna see Kokonoe and not just call her (which sometimes she doesn't even pick up), you're gonna have to head over to the lab yourself. If someone else is already there with her, she's gonna tell you to wait until they're gone. She's a bit embarrassed of being seen with her husband by anyone else.

-You're the only guest she ever actually looks forward to, not that she'd admit that out loud (though you already know anyway). Usually when you come visit it's to give her some actually decent food.

-She won't ever admit to it, but she really appreciates when you do it. A homecooked meal from her husband always lifts her mood, reminds her of the life she never got to have since it was taken from her by Terumi. It's one of the few things that actually makes her feel any emotion other than anger, irritation, or a sick satisfaction from watching one of her crazy ass plans come to fruition. You're just glad you can actually make her eat decently for once in her life.

-You'll also have to convince her yourself if you want her to come home for once and get some actual sleep in a proper bed. It'll take some effort but you'll get her to do so at least once a week.

-Sleeping in the same bed as you is the one time Kokonoe truly gets to relax. Once her brain finally winds down she melts into your embrace as she feels the inevitable pull of sleep, purring softly in your arms. Seeing her so unguarded like this is a unique privilege that only you have. God is it fucking precious.

-As much of a pain in the ass she is and how much she can test your patience, it's the moments like these that make it all worth it, when she finally shows her soft side to you and lets you know that she really does care about you. You wouldn't have it any other way.

Tsubaki Yayoi (my beloved 💗)

-Ending up as a househusband is pretty straightforward similar to Kokonoe. This is the heiress/soon to be head of one the families of the Duodecim, bagging this lovely heiress means you never have to work a day in your life again.

-Of course you still wanted to do at least something for such a perfect woman you had the impossible privilege of calling your wife, but she insisted you didn't need to. Eventually househusband was the thing you both agreed to. Maids and servants exist but having her husband fill the role felt much more natural. More cozy, made the house feel more like a home.

-The arrangement ends up being one you're both happy with. Tsubaki is able to continue her duties of an NOL soldier while knowing you're safe and far away from the danger taking care of the house.

-You'll occasionally drop by the base sometimes just to see her whenever you get bored. The other soldiers there eventually get used to your presence and leave you be. Hearing your knock on the door to Tsubaki's office is always the highlight of her day, she'll drop any work she's doing to spend some time with you in what would otherwise be a monotonous, boring shift, especially if you took the time to make her something to eat. It definitely beats the food offered on base.

-Of course it doesn't beat walking through the door of the house every day, having you welcome her home with a kiss. It's all blissfully domestic, like she's always wanted after living a life of such lavish luxury like she has.

-One duty of the house you both share is cooking duty. It's one of her favorite ways to spend time with you while bonding over good food. You two talk about your days, the new gossip in the Duodecim and the base, whatever tomfoolery Makoto's gotten into, overall just getting to wind down and talk about things not relating to work.

-Though speaking of Makoto, her and the rest of Tsubaki's friends on occasion sometimes are called over to have some off time together. As long as there's food prepared by you and her, the last thing anyone needs is there not being food and Noel trying to get into the kitchen.

-It's not long though before the conversation of kids inevitably comes up. Unlike Kokonoe who's probably not the biggest fan of the idea, Tsubaki's quite fond of it. She'd want at least two, she wouldn't want to have an only child that grows up without a sibling like she did. As far as she's concerned, no kid should ever have to be lonely like that, even if they'd have two parents present.

-It probably happens eventually. However many kids you two end up having, she's perfectly happy. Despite growing up richer than almost all their peers, Tsubaki will ensure her kids are raised to have dignity and compassion to the people around them. They're in a safe, loving environment where they can truly learn about the world around them and learn to appreciate it for what it is.

-Now she has even more to come home to every day, with her precious little bundles of joy. It reminds her of why she does what she does why she fights to uphold justice. So that families like hers never have to suffer pain, and can live in a world free of injustice and suffering.

-You. Her children. Her family. It is why she fights, the family she would put her life on the line to protect. Her entire world. Her past, present, and future.

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hi!! was wondering if u could do a jealous jjxreader fic? be as angsty as u want lol i love angst and i hope u do too🤞

It's Killing Me

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!Reader

Genre: Smutty angst. That's all it is really.

Words: 4.5k+

Summary: All you wanted to do was get over JJ and find someone new, but she wasn't going to let that happen.

Warnings: top!JJ, bottom!Reader, jealous JJ, fingering, semi-public sex, a little bit of angry sex, lots of mentions of alcohol, very very slight bit of dubcon (just wanted to warn about it just in case).

A/N: So this wasn't as angsty as I thought it would be. Lots of anger in it though I think. Hope this was angsty enough though! If not I can give it another go ;)

(gif not mine; credit to sapphicprentiss)

It was supposed to be a fun night. A night filled with too many drinks, meaningless flirting, maybe even a messy hookup. That’s what you were promised at least when Garcia practically begged you to agree to this.

You asked her for one simple thing in return for begrudgingly saying yes: no profilers. It wasn’t that you had a problem with them. Honestly, you wouldn’t mind if a few of them came along, but you couldn’t just single one out without getting asked a thousand questions from Garcia. You knew how curious she could be. She already had been poking a little too much at the sour mood you’ve been sporting for almost a month now. 

She didn’t have to be a profiler to know something was up with you, which is partially why you agreed to tonight. A night out might distract her from getting to the bottom of your bad mood and, if you were being honest, you hoped it would distract you from it too.

While party scenes weren’t your thing, you were hoping the loud music, countless dancing bodies, and a decent amount of alcohol would get you out of your own head. And after two drinks and a pretty girl pulling you away from Penelope to go dance, it was almost working. The bad mood was quickly leaving your mind with each song that played and with each moment the girl’s hands roamed your body as you danced. When she started whispering things in your ear it felt like almost every ounce of your bad mood was dissipating. All the while Penelope was nearby grinning each time she looked over to you. Another drink in, and you began to have hope that tonight would give you the boost you needed to move on.

Except, when you pulled away from the girl you made a mistake. You only were leaving for a moment to get water, take a moment to sober up just a little before you made the decision to let this stranger take you home. But when you stumbled through the crowd of dancing patrons to the bar that’s when you caught sight of her. The person you were avoiding, the reason for your bad mood. JJ stood at the bar with Garcia, laughing and talking together as if she was expected to be there. 

Your stomach dropped. All the progress you made tonight just went out the window. Any thoughts of having a meaningless fling to make you feel better was gone and in flooded all the pain and heartache you so desperately wanted to forget. 

Dignity be damned, you were not going to stay here any longer. Sure the girl on the dance floor was cute, and she was saying things to you that on any other day would’ve made you melt. But seeing JJ cracked open a wound you were meant to start healing tonight. The plan now was to turn and run. You’d text Garcia later. Maybe lie and say that another girl took you home. All you wanted was to call an Uber and crawl into your bed now. A total 180 from how you were feeling just moments ago.

Only, of fucking course, you can’t even do that. Before you can even begin to turn JJ’s eyes lock on yours. You feel like a deer caught in the headlights. Fuck it, you think, you’d absolutely still turn around and ignore her. Except, then Garcia sees you and gives you a sheepish smile before waving you over. 

It takes you only a moment to weigh your options. Knowing Garcia, if you still left now she would have an onslaught of questions for you in the morning. You didn’t want to deal with that, there’s only so many lies you can tell about the situation. 

You took your sweet time making it through the crowd to where Penelope and JJ were. Unfortunately, JJ never took her eyes off you and you felt like you were being suffocated by the weight of her stare. She threw you a gentle smile but you knew it was fake. A mask to further hide the truth from Garcia. Her eyes said it all though. There was a rage there, deep and fierce and it chilled you to the bone. Somehow, you knew the rest of your night was about to be a train wreck. 

“(Y/N) hey” JJ greets you innocently enough when you finally reach them. 

“What are you doing here?” You couldn’t help the slight hint of aggression in your voice. “I mean… what brings you out tonight?”

JJ and Garcia exchange a look that you definitely didn’t miss, before JJ returned to staring you down. That same fake smile plastered to her face.

“Penelope knew I was spending my night alone, so she invited me.” 

“Oh,” was all you could manage to say as your eyes shifted to your very guilty looking friend. She mouthed the word sorry before giving a guilty smile. You rolled your eyes at her, trying to play it off as no big deal. But inside you were having an absolute melt down. How were you going to make this situation seem as a normal as possible while also making an excuse to not stay much longer? You figured one more drink would satisfy Garcia, and then you’d make the excuse that you’ve had a little too much alcohol and should probably go sleep it off.

“I’m going to get a drink,” JJ snaps you out of your thoughts. “Anybody want anything?” 

“Yes” Garcia and you say in unison. 

“What do you want, Penelope?” 

“Hmm get me something fruity. Surprise me.” And with that, JJ walked to the other end of the bar to flag down the bartender. She never asked you what you wanted, but then you realized she didn’t have to. She already knew your go-to. And the fact that she did irked you for some reason, bringing the rest of your bad mood back in full swing.

“Don’t make that face,” Garcia poked you in the rib to bring you out of your thoughts. 

“What face?”

“The grumpy one,” she pointed at you accusingly. “I know you said no profilers, but it’s just JJ. You can relax. She’s not going to analyze you here.” That’s exactly what she’s going to do. That’s exactly what she always does these days. Any moment you’re in a room with her back at the BAU. You can feel her eyes on you, you can tell she’s taking in your every word and action. 

“I know they all can be intimidating, but let your guard down a little bit,” Garcia continues. “JJ is fun, I promise.” Letting your guard down with JJ is what got you into this horrible headspace. 

“Here,” JJ comes up from behind you, startling you as she hands you your drink. She’s entirely too close, practically pressed right up against you as she stands by you and begins to sip hers. It feels like your entire being is entirely too aware of her presence. She makes no effort to move either. She just continues to chat away with Garcia as you try to drink your drink quickly so you can leave. With each passing second of standing near her, you felt yourself grow more and more on edge. 

Finally, you had finished your drink. Going at a pace that was a little too fast for a semi-lightweight like you, but normal enough that Garcia wouldn’t question it. JJ probably knew exactly what you were doing, but, frankly, you didn’t give a fuck.

“Hey, I’m gonna head out,” You say as you place your empty glass back on the bar.

“Oh no you’re not!” Garcia gives you an exaggerated frown. “You’re not leaving here until you at least get a cutie’s number.” You didn’t miss the way JJ’s hand clenched around her drink as Penelope said that. “What happened to that girl you were dancing with? By the way it looked, you two were getting really familiar.” 

You had completely forgotten about her. Looking back to the dance floor you scanned the crowd, catching a glimpse of her. She was already dancing with someone else. It didn’t bother you, though. Any idea of a fun hookup was long gone the moment you saw JJ. 

You just shrugged and hoped Garcia would drop it. 

“You really need to have more fun. Go hook up, get a little messy. Here, me and JJ will totally set you up.” JJ’s jaw clenched at this but she still put on a fake smile and nodded along with Garcia. Pretending like her blood wasn’t boiling at the thought. “There’s plenty of girls who’ve had their eye on you all night. One of them has to be your type. Wait, what is your type?”

“I don’t really have-“

“Blondes.” JJ interrupted, throwing you a devilish smirk. One that challenged and infuriated you. 

Penelope paused for a moment, her eyes shifting for just a second curiously between the two of you. You rolled your eyes at JJ, hoping Garcia wouldn’t think much of it and you could play it off as a joke. 

“That’s not enough to go on,” Garcia finally said, “but alright. Let’s find you a blonde.” 

She scanned the place for a potential match and you kept your eyes glued to your empty glass sitting on the bar. You were going to need another drink to survive the discomfort of the situation. But you knew one more drink was not something you’d be able to handle.

“Oh, what about her?” Garcia’s pointing was definitely not as sly as you’d want it to be. “She’s been glancing at you all night long.” 

“She’s cute, I guess,” you just shrug. You couldn’t say much more, not when JJ was monitoring your every move as you turned to look at the girl Garcia picked out for you. 

Unfortunately, you also weren’t as sly as you wanted to be. The girl across the bar glanced at you again, this time throwing you a wink and a flirtatious smile before giving you a little wave.

“Oh my god, you have to go over there,” Garcia practically bounced with joy as she saw the little interaction the girl threw your way. “Let her buy you a drink!” 

“Penelope, I don’t really know…” You really did not want to talk to this girl with JJ glaring you down the whole time. 

“Go! Go!” She wasn’t giving you a choice. 

You sigh in frustration and finally nod, turning to go force yourself to flirt with this stranger. Except, you didn’t get very far without tripping. On what? You weren’t sure, but you swear it was JJ’s foot and it wasn’t there before. The results of this was your worst nightmare though. You hadn’t realized JJ was that close to you still, yet you stumbled up on her to catch yourself, as the only way to keep yourself from falling was unfortunately to grab onto JJ. 

It didn’t end there though, of course it didn’t end there. Your hands latched onto the arm that was holding her drink and in a blink of an eye, it was all over you. You were utterly mortified, yet also incredibly angry. What was nagging at you was the immediate thought that JJ was more coordinated than that. That her drinking spilling all over you was a little more dramatic than it needed to be. That you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what you tripped on, and swore it was JJ’s strategic foot placement. 

“Fuck…” You groaned as you looked at your now drenched shirt. 

“Oh shit,” JJ feigned concern. “At least you didn’t fall.” 

You looked up at her for a moment to glare before looking back at your ruined outfit. 

“I’m going to dry off and then I’m going home.” 

“Let me go with you and help,” JJ offered. You could tell there was a motive to that. And there it was, the absolute proof you needed that she indeed caused you to trip. This was all planned just to stop you from getting that girl’s number.

“I’m fine. I don’t need help.” 

“It’s no problem, I insist.” JJ looks down at you. Her eyes are stern, dark. She’s challenging you to refute her, but she knew you wouldn’t. It would just cause Garcia to question, and you didn’t miss the curious stares she was giving you already. 

“Okay,” you sighed and started to make your way to the bathroom. JJ followed behind, still staying entirely too close. When you began to turn the wrong way, JJ’s hand pressed to your back to guide you in a different direction and you tensed up at the feeling. 

You don’t know if it was a relief or not when you entered the bathroom to find that it was completely empty. On one hand, no one could see you clean yourself off in shame. On the other hand, you were now completely alone with the one person you’ve tried so hard to avoid. What you didn’t notice was the click of the lock, as JJ turned it behind you.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing trying to hook up with random strangers?” JJ rounded on you almost immediately. You had barely even reached for paper towels to dry yourself off, when you realized she was already in your face. 

“It’s none of your business.” You tried to square your shoulders. To act tough, even when she was staring you down with a fiery glare. 

“It is absolutely my fucking business, (Y/N).” 

“We broke up three weeks ago. I can hook up with whatever stranger I want. Plus, I wasn’t even doing anything, only dancing. Trying to have fun for once.” 

“Only dancing?” JJ scoffed. “I saw the way she was touching you. She was all over you. Practically fucking you on the dance floor for everyone to see.” 

“You were watching us the whole time?” Your eyes widened in shock. How long had she actually been at the club? 

“Of course I was,” JJ snapped. “When someone touches what’s mine, I’m going to fucking notice.” 

“I’m not yours anymore, JJ, remember?” You snapped back with fierceness. It may have been the alcohol you had, although you were sobering up quickly, but you could already feel the sting of tears threatening to spill. “Is this why you came? To keep tabs on me? To make sure I didn’t fuck anyone?” 

“Yes,” JJ hissed. 

You were taken aback by that. She was absolutely seething, practically shaking with anger. You’ve never even seen her like this before. Your back hit the counter in the bathroom and you didn’t even notice you’d been backing up as she kept inching closer. 

“JJ, we broke up,” Your voice was not as firm as you wanted it to be at this moment. “You didn’t want to go public. Remember? So this,” You motioned between the two of you, “right now, is going to make it painfully obvious that there’s something between us. You can’t just stop me from seeing other people.”

“I can,” JJ’s hands suddenly grabbed at your waist. “And I fucking will.” To emphasize her point you felt her entire body suddenly press to your front. It made your head spin to have her so close again. But it also made your stomach churn in disgust at your own desperation for her.

“JJ...” You warned, your hands bracing on her shoulders. “This isn’t a good idea.” It really wasn’t. You weren’t going to fall down the dark void that was loving Jennifer Jareau again. Not that you ever even stopped. The whole time you were together it was a bumpy road. There were so many nights filled with screaming matches. You didn’t want to be her dirty little secret anymore. You wanted to tell people that she was your girlfriend and that you two were in love. But she was afraid. She wouldn’t even hold your hand in public in case someone on the team just happened to be there. It would hurt every time. It started to feel like all she wanted you around for was to fuck and, in the moment, it was great and she made you feel amazing. But then there were times afterwards where she would close herself off, leave you there like it meant nothing and it broke your heart a little more each time. 

There were many times where you were close to telling her you had enough, but each time she would stop you and make you forget all about leaving her. But then there was the one time you put your foot down. It took all of your strength to walk out the door. You didn’t have that strength tonight. 

“Please, JJ,” she was kissing on your neck now and your hands balled into fists on her shirt. You weren’t sure if you were trying to push her off or pull her closer. 

“You don’t know how much it fucking kills me to see someone else’s hands on you,” she seethed against your skin as her lips made their way to your ear. “You’re mine. No one else is allowed to touch you like I do.” You couldn’t help the shiver that went down your spin. You should be refusing this, actually fight back, but you just couldn’t help it. 

Her hand slid behind your head, grabbing a fist full of your hair. She pulled back for just a moment, before using her grip to pull you forward and meet her lips in a searing kiss. And, god, did this kiss make you absolutely melt. It was all tongue and teeth. She kissed you with such force that your head was spinning. Her tongue pried your lips open and slid into your mouth and you couldn’t hold back the gasp when you felt it slide against hers. Suddenly, you found your body giving into the feeling of her all over you. Your fists relaxed on her shoulders and you tried to kiss her back with as much desperation as she was giving you. 

Her hand released its grip on your hair, only so she could move both of them down to the backs of your thighs to hoist you onto the bathroom counter. You let out a yelp of surprise against her lips as you felt yourself being lifted, but neither of you once broke the kiss. Without even thinking, you hooked your legs around her hips and pulled her even closer. In the back of your mind, there was still a tiny voice begging you to push her away. Yet, you continued to ignore it. This is what you’ve been craving for weeks and the minute JJ kissed your lips, you knew you couldn’t deny that anymore. All you wanted was her, that feeling never went away. How could you once have thought you could just hook up with someone else? Let someone else touch you? How could you think for a second that you weren’t always going to be hers. You had just been fooling yourself the entire night.

JJ pulled back from the kiss finally, only to reattach her lips to your neck while her hands made their way down your stomach to the button of your pants. Maybe you shouldn’t be doing this in the bathroom, you thought about it for a second. But then she was popping the button open and slipping her hand right past your underwear too.

“Fuck,” JJ groaned as her fingers slid up and down through your folds. “Is this for me?”

All you could do was whimper as you felt the tips of her fingers brush over your clit, once, twice. You couldn’t stop your hips from chasing the feeling, but each time you tried to get more contact she’d move her fingers away.

“I said, did I make you this wet?” JJ’s fingers were barely touching you now and you huffed in frustration. “Or was this for that girl you were trying to fuck?”

“I wasn’t-” you were cut off with a gasp when you felt the palm of JJ’s hand press down hard onto your clit. “Fuck! It’s for you, okay? I’m only this wet because of you.” She barely started touching you and you were already such a mess for her.

“That’s what I thought,” JJ taunted as she began to rub the palm of her hand against your clit at a rough pace. You couldn’t help the grind of your hips against her hand and you buried your face into her shoulder to muffle the pathetic sounds of your whimpering. 

But you needed more. You needed to feel her again, to have her closer. It had been less than a month since the last time you were with her, but right now that felt like a lifetime. You needed to feel JJ fill you and take what was hers. As if reading your mind, that’s exactly what JJ did. Sliding two fingers inside you without warning you tried to hide your moan in the crook of JJ’s neck. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” JJ groaned as her fingers set an unforgiving pace. She was fucking her fingers into you hard and fast. Part of you wanted to make it last, part of you was ashamed that you were letting this happen in the first place, and another, larger part of you wanted her to make you cum quick. At any minute someone could walk into that bathroom and see you looking like an absolute mess, trying to fuck yourself on JJ’s fingers to match her pace and chase your orgasm. Not to mention, Garcia was still out there waiting for you both to return. 

When JJ curled her fingers inside you just right your hands clenched back into fists on her shirt. You couldn’t keep yourself quiet and desperately tried to muffle the whines and moans that she was forcing out of you. When she started pumping her fingers in even harder, causing her palm to rub against your clit again, you could feel yourself clench around her. 

“This right here?” JJ’s voice was dripping with lust as she thrust her fingers into you particularly hard. “This pussy is mine.” You could feel your legs shaking as her speed increased. She was being incredibly rough, but you loved every single moment of it. 

JJ’s free hand found its way into your hair again, prying you from where your face was buried in her chest to force you to make eye contact. “Say it,” JJ growled.

“Say what?” You could barely form those two words. Her fingers slowed and you couldn’t stop the pathetic whine that came from your lips, your hips trying to pick up the pace. You were so close and her slowly down was leaving you painfully right at the edge. Not able to cum, even though you desperately needed to. 

“Say who you belong to.” JJ pulled you closer until her lips ghosted yours. “Say it and you get to cum.”

You groaned in frustration but knew you had to give in. She always did this, took all control from you and left you a desperate mess for her. But fuck, did you love it. 

“You,” you moaned out as your hips kept moving to encourage her to keep her fingers pumping inside you.

“Good girl,” JJ mocked and then returned to her brutal pace. It took only a few more seconds of her fingers sliding in and out of you, before you were on that edge again. And when she finally pressed her lips firmly against yours again you felt yourself falling over. Her lips muffled the moan that ripped out of you when you came.

Both of you stayed there for a moment. Her fingers still inside you as you both caught your breath. But then JJ pulled away, slipping her hand out of your pants and turning past you without a word to wash the cum off her fingers. You sat there on the counter and watched in silence. Your mind still hadn’t caught up with what just happened, and honestly you still weren’t recovered from the powerful orgasm she drew out of you. 

She didn’t say anything as you watched her dry her hands. And when you watched her turn the lock and walk out, she didn’t so much as look back at you.

That familiar feeling suddenly came back in full force. The feeling of shame that you gave in like you always do. The feeling of being treated only as property by JJ yet again. 

You shook your head, you weren’t gonna have a break down in the club bathroom after this. No, you were going to go back out there and act as if nothing happened. You’d tell Garcia you were going home, and then you could process the night’s unfortunate turn all you wanted. At least if you cried, it would be in the comfort of your own bed.

Pushing yourself off the counter you made quick work to clean yourself up and burst out of the bathroom. Walking towards where Garcia was with your head held high. 

“I’m heading out,” you said as you stopped at Garcia. “Where’s JJ though?” You couldn’t help, but ask. Hoping JJ would see the way you were trying to pretend like you were unphased. 

“Getting another drink over there!” Garcia pointed to where JJ was currently talking to the bartender. She looked back to where you were, locking eyes for only a moment before returning to ordering a drink. But in that brief moment she made your blood boil yet again, throwing you a knowing look as if she could see right through your facade. 

“Okay, yeah” you mumbled. “So I’ll see you.”

You didn’t give Garcia a chance to say anything more as you pushed through the crowd of drunken people to get to the exit. Fuck, you were furious. Your hands were shaking and you could feel that you wouldn’t make it to your apartment before tears started to fall. How could you do this to yourself again? How could you let her have her way with you only to throw you aside yet again? 

You knew that on Monday everything would go back to the way it was. She would pretend like you two were merely coworkers, that she didn’t know you at all, that she didn’t have her fingers buried knuckle deep inside you in a public place two days before. Fuck why did you let her do that? 

The following weeks were going to be unbearable for you. You already knew that. Now, you are starting at square one again. Not that you made much progress getting over her in the first place. But you wouldn’t falter again, not after tonight. No, this was the last time.

But then you felt your phone vibrate and somehow you knew. There it was, a text from her, a text that immediately made you break your promise to yourself. 

Be at my place. I’ll follow soon. 

And without a second thought, you called the Uber. A few minutes later you were waiting outside JJ’s door. 

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Strangers In The Night - a Capt. Syverson oneshot.

Summary: Capt. Syverson’s wife is glad to finally have him home but something about his manner has changed and she’s determined to find out what…

Pairings: AU!Capt. Syverson x Wife!OC

Warnings: 18+only MINORS DNI, angst, fluff, language, adult themes, mention of mental health issues/night terrors, mention of war & associated injuries/casualties, relationship difficulties/argument, allusion to smut, lightly proofread.

WC: 2058

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Strangers In The Night - a Capt. Syverson oneshot.

The cool night air fluttered the curtains and sent a gentle breeze towards their bed. Unfortunately, it did nothing to comfort Capt. Syverson, who'd been twisting and turning in his sheets for the last forty minutes. His wife watched on helplessly, not knowing whether it was better to wake him or let the nightmare pass in its own time. He'd been home from deployment the last two weeks and was so far struggling to adjust back to civilian life. From what she could gather, it had been a particularly bad tour. Though he'd been lucky to get back without any injuries, a couple of his comrades weren't so lucky. She was dreading him going back in another six months' time.

He'd started moaning now, having some invisible conversation she wasn't privy to. If only she could reach inside his head and pull him back, or at least provide reassurance so he could finally get some proper rest. They didn't really talk about his job, and it seemed this was common amongst the other military wives she knew. The best advice they could give her was to allow him the time and space to acclimate on his own terms. However, that made their relationship much more difficult, they spent so much time apart as it was and all she wanted to do was feel close to him when he returned. His mood at the moment seemed particularly low and she'd already contacted the doctor for their opinion.

Her husband was stubborn however and not keen on taking anyone's advice. She understood his mistrusting behaviour, his career depending on him being mindful of his surroundings and every move he and his men made. If only he was able to let his guard drop once he returned, then things might be a bit easier for them both. She gently rubbed circles over the centre of his chest, being careful not to let the fabric bunch up under her fingers. He seemed to murmur in response. She hoped that somewhere inside him, he recognised her touch and felt heartened by it. She remembered when he left all those months ago, they'd had a huge fight two days before he was due to leave and she spent the rest of their time apart feeling terribly guilty. They had a great relationship despite their difficulties, and she knew he felt just as bad about having to leave her so soon after he'd already been away.

It was a lonely life without him, though she tried her best to busy herself with her work. She also had a military wife support group though she occasionally avoided attending when she saw how bitter some of the other attendees were. Especially when they recounted their horror stories. She just wished there was more she could do to ease his pain. He was a decent man and loving husband, he didn't deserve to witness the horrors he'd seen. Almost as if on queue, his eyes flung open as he desperately gasped for air. She hurriedly held up a glass of water to his mouth and he drank back most of it automatically. "Hey, it's alright honey. I'm here, you're safe." It took a moment or two for him to fully come round, the edges of sleep not fully dispersed just yet. Eventually, he sighed and screwed his eyes shut, as though everything would look different when he opened them again. But he had the same pained look on his face and she decided she should at least make him more comfortable. She got up to the bathroom and held a flannel under the cold water tap. By the time she climbed back into bed, he was sitting up, his head resting against the headboard. She swiped his temple a couple of times before he irritatedly batted her hand away. She said nothing as she turned back around and sighed.

"I'm sorry darlin.’ I, I just, don't like bein' treated like a kid." Although it was obvious she was just trying to help, she didn't want to start arguing in the middle of the night. She pulled the covers up to her neck and turned off the light she figured he must have reached over to turn on. She heard him sigh just as sleep started pulling her towards the darkness. She groaned as the bedside light then snapped on again, and he lifted his bulky frame from off the top of her shoulders.

"I'm sorry okay? Don't think I'm bein’ ungrateful, I know you were just tryin’ to help." She could feel tears well up in her eyes now though she wasn't sure why exactly. She supposed it was just their shared frustration at the moment. When she began sniffling, he curled his body towards her and began palming her shoulder with his big, tough hand.

"Shh, shh… I'm sorry. Really sweetheart, please don't cry." She wiped her nose but otherwise ignored him. She didn't have any more to say at that moment that would have made the situation better. She heard him rub his shaved head in defeat, before swinging out of his side of the bed. She figured he was just going to the toilet but when she heard the taps run again and water splashing the floor, her sadness soon turned to anger.

"For God’s sake, don't get that all over the floor… someone will damn well trip tomorrow morning." He fiercely twisted the taps and stared her down hard.

"What the hell is the matter with you? You've had a face as long as a wet weekend since the moment I got back. Did you not want me home, is that it?" She looked at him in sheer disbelief. She'd even prepared a load of decorations to put up, but he returned home two days early and in the middle of the night to boot. She didn't even realise he got back until the next morning.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I was counting down the days till you got back. Though Lord knows why!" She turned on her heels and grabbed the duvet off the bed, he could have the bed but she'd be damned if he was going to be kept warm.

"Darlin’ wait, I'm sorry alright? You don't have to go downstairs." She huffed as she threw the duvet back onto the bed, and stood facing him hands on hips.

"You know you can talk to me? You don't have to go through all this alone. I'm your wife, you don't have to hide anything from me." He rubbed his eyes now and slumped onto the end of the bed. It wasn't that simple, if he didn't want to worry her any further there were some things he'd have to keep to himself.

"It's not that easy, I made a promise to myself not to bring any o' that shit home with me. It's better for me not to relive it anyway…" Something then clicked in her mind. She knew that one of the men had been killed in action, but she realised it must have been someone close to him. Although it took a while for him to get used to being home again, he wasn't normally so sullen or depressed.

"Darling tell me what happened, it's no good bottling everything up, you'll just make it harder on both of us." He exhaled deeply realising she was right. She always was. He rocked onto his feet and started fishing about his bedside drawer. He pulled something up with a snap and bought it carefully towards her.

"Here, it was Dan… the fella who got blown up. I spoke to him only a coupla minutes before it happened. Left behind a wife and young daughter as well. They're damn well heartbroken. It was all over, just like that..." He snapped his fingers and she saw his eyes glaze over as he replayed the event in his already feverish mind. She didn't know what to say to him. There was no use saying it was a tragedy or there would always be a reason behind these things. Because there wasn't. The reality was that many men were senselessly maimed or killed and he just had to carry on with his job regardless. Then of course there was the possibility that it would be him one day. He was an excellent soldier but no one was untouchable in those circumstances, not even him.

"Do you not think maybe it's time to step down? It's a young man's game darling and after a while, the risks start outweighing the benefits." She knew it was hardly the best time to suggest such a thing, but someone had to tell him the truth and it might as well be her. He looked back down at the photo, holding it with two hands as her words played out in his mind.

"I dunno sweetheart, I hate to have to leave 'em in the lurch. But I suppose you're right, I can't carry on thinkin' I'm invincible." She nodded though he carried on staring at the picture. She thought about Dan's widow and shuddered at the thought of ending up in the same position. But that was enough of those kinds of thoughts for one evening. She carefully plucked the photo from his thickened hands and placed it on the ottoman at the foot of their bed. She then pulled him in by his great big arm and planted a kiss on his dry mouth.

"Listen here soldier, I'll always be here no matter what you decide to do. I think you'd make a wonderful teacher you know? You don't take anyone's shit, you'd be perfect to keep the new recruits in line." He pursed his lips as he considered her suggestion. It would mean he could come home to her every night and be a proper husband for once. He had to admit it was tempting. He hugged her close to his chest, his arms like a vice as they locked around the top of her back. It was so good just to be able to smell her again, the crook of her neck smelling like talc and bed warmth. He growled against her skin causing her to giggle at the sensation.

"You silly boy, I have missed you though. God, I worried about you… what would I do without my skinhead huh?" She rubbed the sides of his bristly head before placing another kiss on his sweaty forehead.

"You'd be fine darlin.' I know you, you're a tough ol' bird… always have been." At this, she kicked him in the shin. He started hopping about on one leg, the pain being far worse than he expected.

"That'll damn well teach ya. And you're not going anywhere soon, not if I have anything to do with it." He looked back up at her with a devilish grin and before she knew it, he hauled her into a fireman's lift, spinning around in tight circles. She shrieked as the blood began rushing to her head.

"Put me down, you idiot! God, what will our neighbours think?" She was more than a little dishevelled by the time her feet found the ground again. He chuckled as he smoothed down her hair while she patted down her nightdress.

"Hey, don't worry about that gettin’ wrinkled… it'll be on the bedroom floor before long." She scoffed and swatted him on the arm, causing him to wince even though she didn't hit him that hard. "Careful darlin,’ I'm a bit sore. We had to move all our equipment by ourselves on the last day and I'm still covered in bruises." She gave him a mock sympathetic look and waddled back towards the bathroom. When he called out after her, she shot him a knowing look over her shoulder. For the first time in weeks, he grinned from ear to ear.

"Let's take a shower together, there's many things I'm willing to put up with but sleeping alongside a big sweaty ape ain't one of them." He charged at her now, lifting her off the ground and over his shoulder before she could protest. He then swatted her backside just as he kicked the bathroom door closed behind him. She'd expected it to be a long, restless night, though not quite like this.

A/N: I hope you guys like this new Henry Cavill oneshot, I enjoy creating pieces for characters I don’t normally use, so I hope I did ok! Please feel free to send me any more requests for stories/series. I love hearing from you all! Thanks so much for all your continued support and I hope you enjoy the story ~ Reso x

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[xsezzie]

Can you do Jing for the questions please?

HELLO YOU BET I CAN DHF;LSAJ I love him and I love you anon for sending him in owo (ignore the weird formatting on the numbers tumblr is being dumb as usual ahdhsja) 💕

on a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they?

I would give him a 7-8 🤔 I don’t think he’s insanely ticklish but it’s enough if you get him in a decent spot heheh where is their most ticklish spot(s)?

I haven’t decided official spots for him yet in my HCs but I feel like his neck and back would be ticklish. Maybe his ribs 👀 which spots are they not ticklish?

Interestingly he’s not ticklish on his feet, and supposedly his armpits (but he may just be good at hiding it 👀) what is their laugh like?

Deep rich laugh 🤤 obviously will get a little more high pitch if he’s tickled for longer periods of time do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing, or kinky thing to them, or can it be both depending on the circumstance?

This guy is a fucking tease and he knows it, he will tickle for playful purposes only. Or interrogation 😶 are they more often a lee or ler, generally?

I see him as a ler a bit more but he can have his lee moments (I’ll make him 👀) who is someone in their life that they tickle often?

Probably Yanqing 😂 Poor boy gets wrecked by his master too much. And honestly he will tease any of his friends and subordinates when he can who is someone in their life that they get tickled by often?

Probs his master Jingliu and the others (insert leaks here) people 👀 does the word “tickle” or any variation of embarrass them?

Nope! He probably uses it against others though 💀 are they embarrassed about their ticklishness, and do they try to deny/hide it?

He’s not embarrassed, but he will definitely try to hide this weakness of his since he doesn’t want anyone getting the upper hand hehe would gentle tickling or rough tickling affect them more?

I think the gentle tickles, rough is what he’s used to but those soft traces and he’s like HALP STAHP 🥰 is there a specific spot that they enjoy being tickled, either exclusively or more than other spots? what is it?

Despite it being really ticklish, his back~ he loves that ticklish feeling and trying to stop himself from laughing, mans got no shame in regards to his ticklishness is there a spot that they can’t stand to be tickled, either because it’s just too sensitive, or it’s uncomfortable/painful/etc? what is it?

His ribs are too sensitive for rough tickles and it starts to hurt if you be too firm on them. A nice gentle kneading will work though 😌 would they ever purposefully bug a friend/partner/sibling into tickling them, and if so, how would they go about it?

This man is too smug to come down to such a level of bugging someone to tickle him. He will usually go for straight up provoking and hoping that the person he’s tickling will fight back 💀 does teasing affect them?

Normally no, but he certainly has his moments. His rare full-lee moods will have him a little more vulnerable than usual 😈

#jing yuan #star rail tickling #honkai star rail tickling #tickling #ask game #I LOVE THIS GOOBER

[equestriagirl16]

Here’s a drabble of my personal TWST MC headcannon that’s more so just an OC headcannon tbh, but I digress.

I like to imagine that in a certain turn of events, especially since it isn’t specified in game, that Yuu/MC didn’t have anyone or anything back home. Honestly as angsty as it may seem, I want something other than the typical isekai scenario where when the time comes the MC must choose between two homes. While it’s a classic and I don’t hate it I would personally be beside myself, and just want a story that’s pure escapism. No trading anything for anything. The world that you ended up in is a world where you’re meant to stay.~

So one day when you’re with Crewel on an outing, getting some food that you’re sloppily devouring he simply says. “You're quite the messy little pup aren’t you, didn’t your mother ever teach you some manners.” As he carefully cleans you up.

“I don’t know, never had one.” The silence that followed was almost deafening and Crewel could only look at you with a mix between confusion and concern.

“S-Sorry just popped into my head!” You tried to quell his worries, but he just continued tidying you up.

“You…never had one?” His voice was low while he finished, you looked off awkwardly being ever so slightly embarrassed by the situation you created.

“I never had a dad either, I didn’t really have anybody. I don’t think I ever met them, or knew who they were. One of my earliest memories is just crying in a cradle surrounded by tons of others.”

“An orphanage?” You perked up at his correct guess.

“Yeah, it was! Don’t get me wrong it wasn’t some Annie scenario, the place was fairly decent. Cool people, good food, good teaching.” You trailed off for a moment as you deciphered your own thoughts and memories. It slowly but surely all started to come back to you.

“I wasn’t alone but, anyone who looked after me wasn’t around for long. Any friends I made eventually got adopted, while I just stuck around.”Crewel listened intently but you could feel the look of sympathy on his face staring you down.

“Before I knew it I grew up, and you know how it goes. The chances of anyone older than a child finding a home are slim. It’s funny how that works though, you think parents would want less responsibility but nah. Just another cute baby to smother in love.” You say the last part mockingly to lighten the mood, but the air remained thick. Still you found it hard to stop talking, as if you broken some damn you spent so long building up. It felt…good to tell him, and you didn’t really get why. No one else so far knew this story, you didn’t want them to. Crewel was so kind and nurturing to you though, he really was. He's the closest thing you have to a parent and this is what parents do right? They listen.

“I didn’t really think much of it though. I tried to make something of myself since I would only have a few years left in the place. I got a job, some money in my pocket, but I still felt so..” You paused taking a deep breath, a small twinge of pain seeping into your stomach. Crewel placed a warm hand on your back, moving it in circles to coax you on.

“I don’t know, directionless. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with myself, I just did what I had to. I didn’t have anyone to guide me through it, to support me. I was lonely.” You finally admitted to yourself as a sniffle left your throat, but tried hard to fight the tears.

“So one night, when I got off work, I ran into the nearest forest outside town.” You cleanched your fists and let out a shaky breath.

“I was so sad, and I had no idea why. I didn’t know if I was tired, or angry, or confused. The feelings were just so big.” A single tear rolled down your cheek. Crewel still continued to comfort you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.

“So, I went to a place where I could let it all out, where I could get it over with. Maybe if I just let it happen I could finally move on.”

A memory flashed in your mind of you running through a chill forest. Trees blocked the night sky, as the subtle moonlight that broke through illuminated your way. Your breathing was hard and ragged, from both the running and your heavy heart. When you tripped and stumbled onto the ground, your body could no longer move and you let the emotions overtake you. Letting out choked sobs and loud whimpers as you held yourself close. Desperately shielding yourself from the cold and to sooth your pain.

“I cried, I cried hard. Until there wasn’t anything left.” Again in your memory, you slipped onto the ground laying still. Only moving slightly when a few stray hiccups left your body every so often.

“Then…that’s when it happened, a huge horse and chariot just appeared out of no where.”

In the final flash within your mind you were startled by the old fashioned vehicle, but so curious and entranced by its mythical aura. You pulled yourself up to your feet, and in a daze you sauntered towards it slowly. The doors to the chariot opened, and you could hardly make out its interior with how brightly it shone. You breathed deeply, and looked around for an owner or perhaps for a reason. For anything to stop you from entering, but nothing came. You looked back at the creature pulling the chariot, carefully petting it to comfort yourself and earn its favor as it responded with an enthusiastic whinny. After a small chuckle you decided, without another thought you gave into the mysterious pull and made your way into the chariot. Its doors carefully shut behind you as everything began to move quickly enough to shake you around. The last thing you remember were magical glimmers of light invading your vision, and then darkness soon after.

“The next time I woke up I was on the ceremony room floor, and the rest is history.” You conluded, there was silence but you broke it after clearing your throat in attempt to switch the mood.

“Hey but-maybe I was brought here for a reason. I mean, getting into the chariot did do me some good, I couldn’t even remember being sad for the longest time after that-” You were interrupted by Crewel who snatched you into a strong hug.

“Oh Pup, I had no idea.”

“Of course you didn’t, it’s not like I ever told anybody.” With one last squeeze the man pulled back, still gripping your shoulders sternly.

“You went through so much. Perhaps it was destiny that brought you to the wonderland.” You nodded slowly in agreement.

“But I wonder pup, would you still want to go back? To the life you said gave you nothing?” His words broke through as you looked at him wide eyed.

“You have a home here now. As selfish as it is, I can’t in good faith think of letting you return to a world where you aren’t appreciated. In favor of one where you are, by all who know you.” The sincerity in his face and voice hit you hard, you knew he cared about you but you never really thought about any of that before either. A million and one things ran through your head as you tried to answer.

“I mean I don’t know, I still want the option! I guess it’d be weirdly comforting in a way to know I’m not completely stuck here. Plus I don’t wanna say I gave up on one life to trade it for another. Wouldn’t that be kinda selfish? B-But I don't want to give you guys up, I just-don’t know I don’t know-” Crewel attempted to calm you down when you started spiraling, trying to pull you out from the rabbit hole you were falling in. He embraced you in another hug, squeezing you closely.

“Of course, you do not by any means need to have any of it figured out now. But you must know that you aren’t alone anymore. As your friends, as your family we are all here for you now and forever. No matter what you may choose I can promise you that pup.” While he comforted you in his embrace you tried to stifle the small hiccups that dared to come out. But after a moment you simply hugged Crewel back, and let a few stray tears loose as he rubbed your back tenderly with some encouraging words.

“Thanks dad.”

That night when Crewel dropped you off at Ramshackle, despite him insisting to take you to his home, you immediately flopped into bed. Grim cracked opened an eye and asked you how everything went, as well as if you got something for him. Chuckling you toss your feline friend a toy, to which he happily starts playing with forgetting your existence. You then take your phone out of your pocket and check the group chat you’ve made with all your NRC friends.

MC(YOU): Hey guys

Thing 1(ACE): What’s up y/n

Thing 2(DEUCE): Hey, how’d your day with Professor Crewel go?

Leo🦁(LEONA): How much you wanna bet he took them to the dog park again?

Cay-Cay(CATER): Or the rescue, did you take pics can you show me???♦️🐶

Main Squeeze(FLOYD): Maybe he finally bought shrimpy that collar he’s always whispering about🦮🦮🦮

Queen👑(VIL): A collar? Please, the man has some class. Now a handmade choker I can envision.

4eyes-8legs(AZUL): replied to Main Squeeze—Yes he might be taking the puppy thing a little too literally.

Litwick🕯(IDIA): did you get to check out the new console at the arcade I told you about, it’s fine if you didn’t though..

Gucci bucchie(RUGGIE): Or tried the donuts at that kiosk?

Howl🐺(JACK): replied to Gucci Bucchie—You just wanted them to bring you some back didn’t you?

Little rosehearts❤️(RIDDLE): I believe we were asking how Y/N’s day went.

You laughed heartily at your friends antics, but before ‘several people start typing’ you settled and began to type again.

MC(YOU): Yeah uh

…

MC(YOU): There’s something I wanna tell you guys

MC(YOU): About how I got here.

#this is just lowkey oc lore #and I may have hit too close to home in some parts😅 #um anyways so-part 2 maybe?? #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagine #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland mc #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst oc #twst mc #twst x reader

[nukyster-blog]

Adrift Chapter 21) Little Pieces

Chapter 21) Little pieces

.-.-.

Utstott appeared slothful, inattentive even. The white raven had been fluttering his feathers in the shadow of darkness while his savior was mauled and mowed down, over and over. Utstott could have used his eye pecking abilities for good, it would have most definitely eased the damage done by the wild boar. Who knew; if he had interfered, Ivar may not have been burdened by more scars- the deep cut running over half his face still bled. 

Yes, Utstott could have made himself useful but he chose not to help. Because,as the bird knew, Ivar already bore many scars and the ones that ran deepest  weren’t those marking his skin. 

Without lifting a claw, Utstott had efficiently healed the worst damage between Piglet and Ivar. 

By now, Utstott knew Piglet’s moods weren’t for the weak hearted; her glare could cut mountains into two. But her greatest quality was her devotion. 

.-.-.

Valeríe ignored the familiar tug inside her stomach as she tried her best to be of use. She wasn’t squeamish of blood, not per se. But the amount she saw was enough to cause her to become ill. 

The sounds the cripple produced, the raw smell of adrenaline, blood and cold sweat; it all hearkened back to a place and time from long ago she vehemently willed to never remember.

And yet, the sound of his moans echoed the memory of her own voice from all those years ago. His face; ghostly pale and writhing, must have been a reincarnation of her own. The slight difference was the deep cut that tore into his lips every time he either blew out his cheeks or clenched his teeth to block the pain. No, not block, to endure the trial of either living or dying. 

There was a difference though; he endured because he had chosen to save another’s life. And she had endured to end one. 

Valeríe fled; one foot in front of the other, determined not to get sick right away. But once the sounds of the cripple no longer rang in her ears she desecrated the trunk of an old oak tree with the content of her stomach. 

The tears that stung her eyes were quickly rubbed away, because no, she could not allow herself to feel that pain again. With both her arms she cradled her empty stomach. She remained at the trunk of the oak until dusk started to settle and chill crept into her bones.

Her feet carried her back to the ox-wagon, but her mind wandered elsewhere and more than ever Valerié wished for a pitcher of wine, or any type of alcohol would do. 

And a good fuck, as long as it included a decent bed and propper pillows. Oh, how she missed the city of Troyes and all its residences and luxuries. 

“Can you make fire?” An order wrapped in a question made her anchor back in the midst of trees, blood and hostility. 

“At a fireplace, of course mone petite,” she sneered at the smaller maiden, “here in this shithole, no, I cannot.”

The other maiden glared at her as if she was an insect she just crushed underneath her bare feet and snorted. 

“I figured.”

“Be you did, Piglet,” Valerié retorted, pleased when the dark maiden’s eyes lit on fire as her name passed her lips, “oh he can be very talkative if you’re not around.” 

This struck more than a nerve and for a moment Valerié sensed an actual strike toward the face. Piglet’s shoulder twitched and hand probably ached. But here, in the midst of forest and wildland, were more than enough hairy, four legged foes. 

Whatever bad blood was between them, it had to wait. At least till dawn. 

Which was going to be a challenge, as Piglet nudged her shoulder into Valerié as she passed her, barking at her to watch him.

“Oh, I can do a whole lot more than that mon petite,” Valerié assured her, venomously. Puffing her cheeks, because the absolute nerve that little bitch had, she flopped down next to the wheelbarrow holding up the cripple in a sitting position. Oh, she’d fuck him out of spite were he not he such a bleeding, squirming mess of a man.

.-.-.

Valerié woke in a state of shock. Two firm thighs pressed against either side of her head, locks of her hair trapped under knees. 

Now, for a lady of the night this wasn’t something she wasn’t used to. The blade of a very sharp knife pressing firmly against the soft spot of her neck was new, though. 

Piglet towered over her, leaning in close,  applying pressure on the handle of the blade.

Valerié froze, sensing the blade would cut her if she tried to swallow the lump that nearly blocked all the air from her throat.

The white raven appeared in view, hopping around her face from side to side, jerking its head back and forth from her to Piglet. 

“I need you,” Piglet whispered, glancing down with a deadpan expression, “I need you, at least until he’s stable enough to travel,” she nudged her head toward the unconscious form of the cripple. 

“You fled today, do that again and Utstott will find you, I promise you he will. And if he does, I’ll wait until you are fast asleep and I will pin you down, like this, and I will watch him peck out your eyes.” 

To give her words more meaning, the white raven cawed and dug his beak deeply into the scalp of Valerié's skull. It punctured her scalp and as she jerked, the blade scratched the soft white skin of her neck. 

Piglet pushed herself up by her knees, allowing Valerié to grasp her neck and head.

“Oh, and it's your turn to watch the fire, I wish you a good night.”

.-.-.

About three hundred pounds of angry boar had run over him; its tusks mauled at his face. The moment unconsciousness changed to consciousness Ivar went rigid with agony. His back arched off the wheelbarrow when the pain hit. It branched across his chest like lightning, caused by the full impact of the boar against his ribcage. With eyes squeezed shut he winched, deeply moaned, and drew sharp breaths through his front teeth. 

She sang to him.

He sensed how she held his hand; with all the care in the world, the way she used to pet the wobbly legged lamb inside the dingy shed of the Castle of de Haar. 

And although the cuts on his face pulled sharply, he could not help his lips to curve into a smile. He felt a sudden flare of joy when he overheard her mumble hamar, and he felt a solemn sense of happiness. It was foreign and yet, familiar. It took him a while, drifting in between consciousness and unconsciousness to determine the feeling. 

It was to matter. It simply wasn’t more than that, to matter to someone else. To be missed, if he wasn’t there. To be important enough to stay.

He grasped her hand tightly as a cramp seized the muscles of his legs. He was dead set on riding it out, but all his senses diminished. He could no longer feel her hand hold his and he blacked out. 

When he woke up again he sensed a less calloused hand holding his. And although it wasn’t hers, Ivar still held onto it, like an anchor through the storm. The pain, it casted away all rational thoughts and after what felt like an eternity, Ivar prayed to any kind of God to redeem him from the nonstop, ongoing agony. 

He must have begged, or pleaded, because soft full lips touched his. But it wasn’t the release he craved for and with all the might he had he pushed her away. His weak attempt to create distance worked, yet the side effect was losing his only anchor to pull through. And so he was left all by himself to suffer through the endless stream of pain. He clutched his chest in agony, a fruitless attempt to cradle himself, banging the back of his scalp into the wooden frame of the ox-wagon’s wheel. 

As time passed, and he suffered alone, he prayed to his Gods to end the suffering. Not for death per se, but for release, for a humble delay in between the tides of pain. 

He overheard her call him, hamar, and then call him Ivar when the pain made him double over. The simple touch of her fingers brushed over his revived his spirit. Weak with gratitude he tried to speak, but it hurt too much. 

She allowed him to clutch her hand like a bear trap, up until he point he must be close to breaking her fingers. She simply sang. 

And that was enough. It was enough to raise his spirit and tide him over while the waves of ache tried their best to drown him. 

He clenched his jaw, as he grounded his body. One breath at the time, he’d endure as he always had done and always would do. And it hit him with the force of the wild boar; he no longer had to do it alone. He had an anchor wrapped in her gentle touch, and for that he’d endure ten times more. He suffered because of her, by his own choice and action. For the rest of his life he’d carry the scars on his body; hideous reminders of how he’d chosen to save her life and virtue.

Ivar did not fear a lot; but the acceptance of his own mind, everytime he put his own life on the line, petrified him. It went so against his nature and yet felt so common; as if breathing in air. 

His entire life; he’d felt out of place, out of touch. The enslavement had changed him; first it had crumbled him down, shattered him into all these little pieces.

And some of those fragments she’d managed to put in a different order, yet they fit together in ways he had never imagined. Her kindness and will to keep him alive unearthed traits he never knew he possessed. 

Piglet managed to make him feel.

And it did not matter how much he fought it; the urge to live up to her standard of a righteous man; well it manifested and grew to the point where he no longer recognized the person he’d been, once. What felt like a lifetime ago. 

Before, before, at times he couldn’t recall ‘before’ the Castle of de Haar. 

It hurt too much to speak and so he whimpered. In response, she held his hand a little firmer and she sang. 

.-.-.

A/N: So in this episode we have Valerie have a little meltdown, I am curious about your thoughts over this. Also in this episode Piglet being threatening for once, you go girl, everything for our poor cripple bastard. Poor Ivar, I just keep beating him up, but hey in order to rise… I like that in this last bit of the chapter he’s ‘showing’ us he’s coming to terms with the changes he’s been going through ever since the start of Changing Course. He’s different, still merciless at times and a complete berserker. But there’s also empathy, fear, kindness and sadness. I still fully believe he mourned the Fair-Maiden and Stum. 

And Piglet, she managed to get so deep under his skin.

I’d love to read your thoughts,

Xoxoxox Nukyster

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[karaamberlight]

August Daily Writing Challenge Day 4 - Somber

It was a somber mood in the Amberlight household today, Kara had insisted on celebrating their mother’s birthday despite the woman having been gone for over a decade now. It wasn’t exactly an annual tradition, but the two did enjoy coming together every now and then to reminisce, share some type of bottle of booze, look through old photographs, and tell some of their favorite stories.

The four graves within the small cemetery in the Amberlight family plot near Dicenne’s shop were adorned with handmade flower crowns before the two siblings baked and decorated Zariel’s favorite type of cake: An opera cake. Neither Dicenne nor Kara were all that skilled when it came to baking intricate and fancy cakes, so while it may have looked a wreck aside from Kara’s artistic piping, it at least tasted decent. 

Kara pointed at one of the pictures contained within the album they were currently flipping through, “This is my favorite.” She pointed out the same picture time and time again, but everytime she looked at it she was reminded of everything they had both lost between then and now. It was a picture of a much younger Dicenne and herself, both making the ugliest faces they could muster. It was from a time before the Scourge invasion at one of their infamous Amberlight gatherings where the entire clan would get together. There would be plenty of barbeque and booze to go around, which would eventually devolve into the more musically inclined forming an impromptu band while the rest danced the night away. 

If one thing could be said about the Amberlights is that they had always put family first, and no issue couldn’t be solved over good food and better company. Those were the best times of Kara’s life. It was a time when both their parents were alive, when all their family was still alive. Dicenne’s wife Linalia had easily fit right in with all of them, and it was before Kara had been kidnapped and left….different.

Now it was just the two of them left. Theirs was not a unique story when it came to the Sin’dorei. The remaining members of their race had lost the majority of their family during the invasion, but the shared trauma didn’t make it any less painful individually.

Kara leaned harder against her big brother and sipped on her wine. “Do you think it’ll ever feel the same?”

“No, probably not. But there will be new moments where we’ll feel just as happy in other ways.” He gave her a little nudge, offering a smile despite the glistening gaze. “You always have fun when the Tarts and friends come over for a barbeque, yeah?”

She nodded in agreement, “Yeah. Different kind of happy. We should do that again.”

“We should, you’re right.” He looked down at his mushy cake…pile. “Maybe make a different type of cake though, we are awful at this one. Mom would be internally appalled.”

She cracked a smile, something she knew he was going for. As sad as these days of reminiscing could be, she was forever grateful that she had Dicenne by her side to share it with.

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[supernovafeather]

Hi love your fics:) I had an idea for a fix where Poe Dameron is injured badly (like idk broken legs) in a x wing crash and the reader has to comfort him and keep him calm until help arrives😊 idk very angsty and fluffy.

Here is the fic, hope you'll like it ! Not as angsty as you may have expected but hope you'll like it !

Never Changing

Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Content: Injury (broken leg), boyfriend/girlfriend deeply in love ,fluff, angst.

Poe's scream pierces the relative quietness of the rain forest surrounding you like a coffin and silences the rare animals that had just found their voices after the loud crash landing of your X-Wing.

It's not only ambiant wetness and warmth that causes that sticky and thick perspiration to cover his skin, it is also due to the horrendous pain he is in.

Certainly a broken leg you think as you lay him on the ground of the cave you managed to pull him in. Swollen but not open.

"I don't want to look I don't wanna I don't wanna no no no."

"Your bone hasn't popped out don't worry." You say calmly.

Determined to keep his eyes tightly closed and his face directed to the rocky ceiling, he ignores your attempt to calm him down. You can witness his pain pretty easily and know from experience how painful that is, but you don't need him to panic like that, especially not now.

"Poe. Poe listen to me I know how to take care of it the time we get some help. I need you to stay calm, breathe and don't move."

"Please don't cut it off please don't." He whines before opening his eyes big at the suffering of the slightest movement of his ankle.

"Stop it Poe it's not the moment to joke." You growl as you take two pieces of metal that landed up there.

"No please no..."

This is when you understand that Poe, in his refusal to see what actually happened to him, is convinced that he is about to lose his leg. There is no trial with humor to lighten up your mood. He is genuinely afraid.

"Poe, Poe look at me." You say as you kneel by his side and cross his anxious gaze. "We are going to save your leg. It must have broken. Your bone is still inside, no open wound. The area is just swollen. I am going to keep it as still as possible. For now I don't see any infection or..."

"Ok ok ok do what you have to." He hisses between his clenched teeth as he rests his sweaty head against the ground.

"Don't move. I need to find something to hold everything."

Soon enough you replace the two metal pieces with two wooden sticks much straighter than them, and find a few rests of belts that are going to maintain them. At least you hope so.

"I'm back." You say as you kneel next to his shaky form. "Calm down, breathe in and breathe out. It's important I need you to calm down. It's going to make everything easier for us."

"Am I getting on your nerves ? Am I can you tell me please if I do please Maker it hurts like really."

"I'm going to put the sticks on each side of your leg then use the belts to maintain them so it keeps your leg in place."

"Oh no not that..." he whines again.

"We have no choice, still better than removing everything."

He hisses as he lets you do what you intended to, your jacket soon both in his mouth and all over his face to make him stop screaming as you readjust your primitive gear as good as you can. Between the adrenaline leaving your veins, his pain you are causing and the uncertainty of the time of your rescue, you are starting to feel overwhelmed.

"Here it is." You whisper loudly before removing your jacket from his pale and offended face. "Here it is. That's the best I could do."

It looks pathetic but it's actually pretty decent. You check a few times if it doesn't obstruct the blood circulation, then wipes the sweat off his forehead as his chest rises and falls deeply, his fists grabbing stones and dirt under the brief surge of pain.

"I can't believe we got so unlucky." He groans as you run your fingers though his dark curls to remove them from his face. "We got cursed by some forgotten Gods on that planet I can't believe it. It's absurd."

"It happens. It happens don't worry, once back at the base you are going to be alright."

"Hold my hand please." He sighs.

You do as requested and scoff as he grabs your fingers in a firm fist almost crushing them as he stops breathing.

"It's your beauty that's breathtaking absolutely not that kriffing leg that feels like in fusion." He excuses himself.

"Oh well I see you're still strong enough to be sarcastic."

"Uh ? No no no honey no I didn't want to imply you're ugly or anythiiiiiing." He hisses again as you scratche his head to divert his attention the best you can. "You're wonderful, future pin-up for our Squadron."

"Am I a vulgar pin-up for our propaganda now ?" You raise an amused eyebrow.

"Not like any other, you're a warrior pin-up with a huge ship with huge cannons. My girl has huge cannons and I'm proud of her for that."

"You know that maybe having a broken leg is saving you from a much darker fate ?"

"That's a threat and I'll send Leia after you if you keep threatening your beloved Commander. And what is it that causes such resentment towards pin-ups, I thought you were the nicest woman alive." He pouts.

"I don't have big cannons though."

"Oh don't be so sure." He grins before moving his hips a little to limit his pain. "But please give me painkillers or make me pass out."

"I can't." You admit sadly as you scratch his scalp again. "I'd like to make you shut your mouth sometimes but at least it proves me you are not in a desperate condition right now."

"Even when I want to say I love you ?"

He knows what he is doing and despite the disgusting and loud noise coming from his mouth as he keeps shifting his leg you smile in disbelief.

"Poe, please stop moving it won't help. It can even make things much worse. You don't want it to go through your leg, right ?"

Panic takes over his eyes and finally, he stops. His silence lets you more at peace with your thoughts and you check regularly the information sent by the rescue team. They are getting closer and closer, but you will have to wait for at least an hour. You manage to find some dry fabrics to wipe his forehead off, singing a song your heard a long time ago, so long ago that it is a pale imitation of the chorus repeated dozens of times in a row. At least it makes him more relaxed.

"If I could I'd fall asleep and ask to marry you in the morning." He comments.

"Don't be silly Poe," you chuckle, "you deserve more than a song."

"I do think I deserve a little song because I've been pretty much brave until now. But do I deserve my girl ?"

You can't look away from his sweet gaze. His lower eyelid may get agitated by spasms from time to time but it doesn't demonize the raw emotion in his pupils.

"You do deserve me Poe, and I hope I deserve you."

"You deserve me. So what about this marriage ?"

"Wait... were you actually serious ?"

Flabbergasted, you watch his nod. This simple movement is much more impactful for you than the noise of reactors from afar, growling louder by each second.

"Well not right now but... later ? I really want to things properly. Why not while you kick their Supreme Leader's buttocks with your amazing skills ?"

"You're talking about a marriage with the most awesome man of the galaxy and you joke at the same time ?" You start to sob.

"Don't cry sweetie no no no, please no don't cry !" He laughed before wincing at the pain. "And come on I'm stressed to ask this to the most awesome woman of the galaxy, you should see how sweaty I am from that proposal and not from that kriffing leg."

Why is he so casual about all this ? The both of you could have died and he's there joking ?

"Wait was that the actual proposal and you're waiting for an answer ?"

"Uh no, but why not ?"

"I love you idiot. Of course I want to marry you !"

"Oh ok. It honeymoon for after I heal ok ?"

"That's how I know you're seriously injured." You sigh as you wipe off your own forehead with the back of your sweaty hand. "Oh Maker you can't make things easier can you ?"

"Never." He grins before inhaling brutally. "But I'll make up for all that delay."

The moment the rescue team circles high above the cave you get out of it, gesturing them exactly where you were. Maybe you look all too happy by bouncing on the rocks and screaming orders to them when you could just gesture things to them, but you need to do something to express your excitement. After all becoming Mrs.Dameron is going to be an interesting adventure.

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Thank you for reading, please comment and reblog if you liked it ! 😊

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[always-andromeda]

NSFW Alphabet | Joby Taylor x fem!Reader

Joby Taylor x fem!Reader

Author's Note | Here's the moment y'all have been waiting for (hopefully lmao). I like having fun with these but I actually put a liiiittle bit more effort into this one. Idk you guys, I am in love with Joby Taylor. Sue me, I guess!!! Also, oops, my heart overpowered the horny a little bit in this one!!

Warnings | smut under the cut! minors, please don't interact!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Joby has some aspects of aftercare down pretty well. He can do cleanup and everything just fine. It’s the emotional aspect that he has trouble with. He’s not used to sticking around after having sex, so if he does, he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself. If you want comfort and cuddles, you'll have to ask him and he might awkwardly hold you until you fall asleep.

If you stay with him for longer than a one night stand, his mood fluctuates. Sometimes he'll be deliberately neglectful in order to make you go away. His reasoning is that Joby Taylor isn't worthy enough to have a partner who will actually stay. He'll just hurt them. But if you stick around long enough, eventually he'll curve right around to being more affectionate and almost eager to please after sex, especially if you're more cuddly as well. He figures if you're going to put this much effort in to caring for him, the decent thing to do would be to return the gesture.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Though I'm very sure he'd enjoy basically every part of your body a lot, I'd say he's a thigh and ass guy more than anything. If you’re at a party with him, he’ll keep a hand on one of your hips almost the entire time, tethering you to him. Dance with him in a club and, I promise you, he will squeeze your ass as he rests his forehead on yours. He loves pressing his fingers into your thighs and leaving little bruises when he's fucking you. He wants to feel guilty for possibly hurting you but his possessiveness completely overrules that when he sees how he's got you all marked up. But, truly, there isn't a part of his body that he doesn't like. He'll want to familiarize himself with your body just so he can figure out the most perfect ways to undo you.

He likes his back and his hands. 

His hands are veiny and he's got those nice, long guitar playing fingers that know how to play you just right until you're making music that's prettier than any sound he can get from any instrument.

His back is a bit of a different story. Once you and him started getting properly intimate with each other, after the deed is done, you'll rest your head on his back and trace his tattoos with your fingertips. Joby would simply light up a cigarette and stare off into the distance, entirely concentrated on you touching the faded ink of the big letters printed across his shoulder blades.

Your hands wander down his sides and you press little kisses to the red welts that were beginning to bloom where your nails had been minutes earlier. A shiver runs up his spine as you soothe the pain.

It's such a foreign form of affection that almost knocks the breath out of Joby's lungs. The action embodies everything that he comes to learn from a relationship with you; the fact that he can be this stripped down for someone and that they could find something within him to cherish.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This man is fiiiiiilthy when it comes to cum. He's usually pretty good about using condoms because he's not ready to have another kid (not YET, at least). But he's very much a guy that would still argue But I really want to feel it, babe! So if you let him go raw, he is very nervous but also way too excited.

He'll cum ANYWHERE, but I think he'd like cumming on your chest the most. When you hit the peak of a climax, throwing your head back, he'll pull out quickly and finish on your chest with a deep groan. Again, Joby gets very possessive and this is another way that it manifests. The fact that no one else can do that to you aside from him is very fulfilling to his ego.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to dress you up for sex so badly. I imagine him being the kind of guy who'd love to buy you a little maid outfit, feather duster, stockings, the whole shebang. He'd want to embrace roleplaying to an extent; pretending that he's a famous rockstar having been on the road for so long when you, a simple maid, enter his hotel room to do some housekeeping. He absolutely would want you ride him with that maid outfit on, skirt flapping on your hips as your chest bounces in his face.

A LOT of his sex fantasies feel like scenarios straight out of cheesy, grimy pornos. But he doesn't say a single word out of worry that you'll find it weird and reject it. It'll stay that way unless you slightly hint at being into wearing something special just to spice things up. That will be enough of an excuse for him to bite the bullet and go for it. You know he’s a little bit of a perv already, so what’s one more fantasy to try out?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's experienced, yes, but that doesn't mean he's always good. I think Joby goes through dry periods without having sex quite often and sometimes he gets a bit rusty. He's also always a little bit clumsy with his technique and pretty selfish. He doesn't have a great track record when it comes to making sure his partner finishes too. But he knows where everything is and once you communicate with him more about your specific needs, he is a sex god. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Joby doesn't play favorites. He heavily enjoys most positions and often dreams about what he can possibly do with you. 

Like a lot of decisions he makes in his life, it depends on his mood. He can get possessive, so if a guy at a party is flirting with you a little too much, he'll take you home and absolutely rail you against a wall saying, You think he'd do this to you?

He'll occasionally enjoy it when you take the ropes from him, especially if he's exhausted from a show. He'll have very few qualms about letting you top him, especially since he gets to watch your tits bounce in front of him.

He won't refuse some good old missionary either. But he'll want to hoist your legs over his shoulders so he can get in at an angle that'll leave you clamping your hand over your mouth to hold back a scream. The only thing Joby Taylor won't do is be boring. If he's not practically folding you in half, he doesn't want it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Joby is fantastic at heating you up with a few teasing words, said huskily under his breath. But he really leans more towards being serious. He loves having a moment to drink in the scene before he's actually fucking you. When he's staring with half lidded eyes into yours and making sure that you're good to go, he swears that he can feel god. You look at him like he is god. In these few seconds, time seems to stop right before he plunges into you. It's the moment where he lets himself grasp that you're there and you're all his.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Joby doesn't clean up super often. He's used to being on the road with his bandmates and not having much time to do anything else besides the occasional shower, his show makeup, and maybe a few spritzes of cologne. He only really trims if he's going out and he really wants to hook up with someone. When he’s dating you, he stops really caring all that much and won’t do it unless you specifically ask. He's got darker, thinner hairs that can get a bit unruly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Joby isn't the romantic type. He is fast, dirty, and rough. All heavy breathing, sputtered curses, and fragments of dirty phrases. Sure, he'll get passionate every once in a while. But nothing else exhilarates him more than having you all splayed out for him as he lifts one of your legs over his shoulders and mercilessly pounds into you, fingers pressed tightly into the flesh of your ass.

You’ll have to encourage him to work on it more if you need some romance. The thing that works best is being direct and leading by example. He won’t really know how to set the pace. So if you talk to him as you both go, giving him slow but passionate kisses, and guiding his large hands across your body, it definitely helps him get a bit of a hang of things.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I’d peg him as the kind of guy who would jerk off if he’s got nothing else to do at a given moment. He’s also got a pre-show ritual like a lot of other artists do. He’ll quickly jack off in his hotel room and then brush his teeth before heading out the door.

He’s been doing it for years thinking that it makes him perform better (because it loosens him up!!) and he’s yet to stop. When you’re with him, though, that evolves into a pre-show quickie instead. But you'll have to keep an eye out on the time and make sure it doesn't get too out of hand. If you can’t be with him during a tour, he’ll still regularly jerk off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I know I've seen other writers headcanon this so much (it might as well be canon), but Joby loves spit. He wants to spit in YOUR mouth, he wants you to spit in HIS mouth, he'll spit on your cunt before fingering you. You name it, he wants it. Sometimes, when he's fucking you, he'll say breathlessly, Open your mouth, sweetheart. He loves watching the strands of spit simply ooze from his mouth into yours. He adores the little beads that stay behind on your lips when you close your mouth to swallow it all up. 

Some of y'all are about to be real mad at me, but Joby 100% has a bit of a piss kink. You cannot convince me otherwise. This man is dirty and greasy and grimy in every single way and I would not put it past him to be into that. This man wants to make you squirt and will do everything in his power to make it happen. He's SO not subtle whenever he asks you to stay hydrated while he's going down on you. The second he starts getting out a towel, you know what he wants to achieve.

This man is also menace when it comes to overstimulation. He loves doing it to you because it makes him feel powerful. He relishes in being able to reduce you to shambles after making you come over and over again. Your cunt so spent that you feel almost numb until he makes another jolt of pleasure run through you. 

Also, very into phone sex. He is doesn't even try to be discreet about it. He'll get horny on the road, call you while you're in the middle of doing something, and ask if you're alone. If you aren't, he'll just ask you to keep talking and he'll make low groan as he jerks off. If you ARE alone, oh boy, it's a whole ordeal. He tends to be pretty dominant the majority of the time and that extends even to phone stuff. He'll tell you which pieces of clothes to take off and which parts of yourself you can touch. He'll ask you to describe how each part feels. And if he hears you touch yourself when he says not to, you know when he comes home, he's going to punish you for it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I just KNOW he loves good old car sex. Especially in the backseat, where he can lay you down on the leather seats and drape his whole body over you. With his leather jacket and his black jeans pulled down around his thighs, he feels like the Grim Reaper, fucking the life out of you as you tug at his dark hair and wrap your legs around him.

Other than that, he loves having you in every place he can think of around your place and his. On the kitchen counter, against the wall next to the front door, in the shower, on the bathroom counter, and so much more. He's always been a...creative...type of man.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

We all know this man can get kind of cranky. So if you pick a fight with him, he will get heated so fast. He's way too stubborn to back down and let you have the final say, so sex is usually his go to solution to make both of you walk away feeling satisfied.

If you tease him in just the right way, he will perceive it as a slight and pounce on you in seconds. His voice will darken a little as he asks, What did you just say to me? There is NO ROOM for being a smart alec around Joby because he will put you in your place.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Joby can get into some pretty kinky stuff with pain (he can get into choking and spanking) and bodily fluids but he doesn't like going too far. Anything that can cause you actual permanent damage turns him off pretty much immediately.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Joby likes giving and receiving about an equal amount but leans more towards giving. And he's SO good at it too. He isn't afraid of going entirely in and making a mess. He will totally suck on your clit so harshly until your voice breaks and will hold your legs down while he sucks your soul out of your body. If you try pushing him away, completely spent and overstimulated, he'll simply coo, Just one more, baby. I know you can do it.

Also, sit on his face. Please and thank you. He already loves touching your ass and thighs, so being pinned down by them? He welcomes it! Again, he will restrain you to him so you can't possibly squirm away and will keep going until you've cum multiple times on his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He does both babyyyy! Joby Taylor is a temperamental guy and can switch it up at the turn of a dime. So sometimes he can go fast and hard, eliciting tears and broken cries of pleasure from you. If he's all tuckered out from a gig, he won't hesitate to ravish you with a lazy, slow affection. That doesn’t mean he won’t still be his usual dirty self though. He’s all hot breath and more dirty talk than usual since he wants to fill up the extra dead air with something else besides the sounds he elicits from you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Joby loves a good quickie and we all know it. It's the unpredictable and hurried nature of a quickie that really gets him off. It's also just the pure lust of it; the fact that you'd both want each other bad enough that you just start tearing at each other...it never gets old for him. It also makes him feel a bit younger. He's not an old man, by any means, but he's very afraid of becoming one of those couples that gets older and gradually less active until the relationship doesn't have any of that sexual excitement. So he makes sure that you know how willing he is to jump your bones at any given second. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Joby is pretty into taking risks. He has kinks of his own so he's totally open if there's something you want to try. The only one that messes with him a little bit is pegging. He loves the pleasure that comes from being pegged but has a hard time getting over the role reversal. He prefers being the dominant one. So having you fuck him the way he'd fuck you? It makes him a little insecure at first. He'd definitely need some extra reassurance before and afterwards. After a while, he starts to get kind of proud that you can leave him looking as fucked out as he can leave you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has a fairly average stamina. Can go once or twice before he's ready to collapse. But GOD, can he last. There's no premature ejaculating with him. He got plenty of practice in his younger years and has really calmed down enough to where he can control himself a little better.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Joby loves toys. He's confident enough in his abilities that adding in toys is just extra fun, especially if he gets to use them on you. But for the most part, he really just enjoys accessories?

He's the kind of guy who gets those kitschy fuzzy handcuffs. He gets them out of the blue from a sex shop because he thinks you'll get a bit of a kick out of it. He brings it home and tosses the package to you, slightly chuckling. And your eyes go wide when you actually see what he got. You're not dumb, you KNOW that Joby is a disgusting little pervert. However, you thought this would be a bit too trashy for him.

But, oh, does he look so pretty later that night with the hot pink handcuffs around his thin wrists, long fingers curling in frustration as he struggles to touch you the way he wants to. His face gets all heated when you position yourself on his lap and smile teasingly before fucking his brains out.

That’s how a lot of the kinky stuff starts. He’ll see something while he’s on the road and think to himself, Yeah…she’ll think it’s funny. And deep down he hopes you’ll genuinely like it. And if you DO, he is losing his mind. The horny possibilities just stack up in his head until he practically can’t think anymore.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Joby is such a tease. If you don't want to be a sputtering mess every single time you're with him, you gotta match his level of unabashed nerve. Most of the time he can't manage going too far because really he wants to fuck just as much, if not even more, then you do sometimes.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Joby isn't the most vocal in bed. He'll make little groans and grunts here and there. He runs out of breath pretty quickly too, so the majority of the time he's breathing heavily and murmuring little bits of dirty talk. He's grateful that he isn't as noisy a lot of the time as it makes it a lot easier to hear how he's satisfying you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Some of y’all about to be vERY upset with me, BUT, I heavily headcanon that Joby goes through the occasional depressive episode (hold on, I swear this will make sense just give me a chance to plead my case).

It gets especially difficult when he’s having a hard time writing or working with the rest of his band mates. There’s a constant tab at the back of his mind just begging to be pulled back. And if he gives into the urge even a little, he gets sucked into a black hole that can last weeks. He worries that he’s not good enough; not talented enough, not attractive enough to have any of the things he has in his life, including you. It drags him down deeper and deeper until every thought in his head feels like mush and it's hard for him to make conversation.

In that time, he’s not sexually active. Or active in any way really. He gets very distant and keeps to himself. If he has to play shows, he’ll do it, but you can tell that his heart isn’t quite in it. He’s just going through the motions. And it’s hard seeing him get that way, of course, but it’s these times where you have to be gentle with him. Make him a hot meal at the end of the night, cuddle him as you watch television, and hug him a little bit more throughout the day. He won't know exactly how to respond but the effort sparks a little bit of something in his chest. 

Once he starts feeling more like himself, he gets a little more affectionate. He still has to warm up a little more to anything sexual but he’ll hold you from behind and nuzzle his face into your neck as a little gesture to show his appreciation.

As soon as he's comfortable having sex again, he'll be so passionate and slow. He doesn't do it to make up for how you've been attending to him while he's been neglectful. Because he knows that you'd care for him regardless of if there was a "reward."

It's more because he's ever so aware of why he fell in love with you. If he didn't have you, he wouldn't be bound to any sort of responsibilities. After Claire and Ellen...he couldn't trust himself to be committed to anything. In his mind, all Joby Taylor can do is hurt people. But you convinced him that he could be worthy of love and care and that he can reciprocate those things.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Alas, Joby Taylor cannot be a sex god AND have a giant dick. That's just too much luck for one man to handle (and Joby isn't a very lucky guy). He's pretty average at around 5 or 6 inches when he's hard. He's got a liiiiittle bit more girth than average, though. And it slightly curves to the left.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It fluctuates somewhat often. There are times when he can't get enough and just wants to keep going over and over again. But there are also times where he definitely wants to take it easy and will opt to just watch a movie in bed with you instead of starting something sexual. He finds that he likes this kind of duality; the fact that he doesn't have to be on all the time for you to like him. It makes him feel a lot more secure in his decision to go for the whole commitment thing.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Joby doesn't fall asleep too quickly afterwards. He'll probably want to smoke a cigarette or have some mindless pillow talk. He likes when you fall asleep first, though. There are very few moments of peace and quiet in Joby's life. Joby surrounded himself with as much as possible to make sure that he'd never have to be alone. But now, he doesn't feel like he has to be so scared of loneliness. He has you. So when it’s just him, the cigarette smoke, and your naked body clinging to his, he can’t help but lightly scoff to himself, wondering how he got to be so soft and sappy. But deep down inside, he can’t believe there was ever a point where he wasn’t this way.

#paul dano #danonation #danocel #joby taylor for ellen #for ellen #joby taylor #joby taylor x reader #joby taylor x y/n #joby taylor x you #joby taylor smut #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

[bonesandthebees]

Anyway, chapter 3. I love the slow transition. Normally it’s always a sudden transition. Something fast but painful that has the person barely coherent. But it’s a slow transformation now. And it started with the damn singing. Phil! Why! He shot himself in the fin he did.

It’s also very fun how the conflict of last chapter continues in this one. Still mostly in the background except for the last scene. That conflict is Techno being of the (frankly correct) opinion that they should ask Wilbur if he wants to be turned, while Phil is clearly of the turn-first-explain-after opinion. Now it makes sense why he first asked Wilbur if he wanted to sign when Techno wasn’t there. So he couldn’t interfere. The silent conversation is fun to and [“Something you’re gonna have to get Phil to explain, because I’m definitely not gonna do it for him,”] is a mood and a half.

Techno seems incredibly conflicted about this whole thing, but I respect that he’s not going to clean up Phil’s mess. Phil gets the full consequences of his actions. Which is a sad hurt and betrayed Wilbur who arguably gets more consequences for Phil’s actions. Poor kid. Phil really screwed up the trust department. But of course Wilnir is already attached and maybe if Phil had ASKED Wilbur would actually want to become a mer. Instead, we get a terrified child who doesn’t know what’s happening to him until he does and isn’t exactly pleased he has little to no control over it.

Also, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t gush over the foreshadowing for the transformation (or the process really). So first there’s the singing. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this, but as a singed I really liked the way you described Wilbur learning to sign and all the vocal exercises. That being said, being able to hit really high notes in his chest voice is suspicious. And now we know it’s because his vocal cords where doing a little more than just stretching.

The this chapter there are the nails, which are very obvious. The sore legs which I thought was because they were turning into a tail, which they still are, but apparently it’s growing scales first. The much more subtle, Wilbur being able to make and understands the clicks. Then there’s the sharper teeth. The constant need to be in the sea + the pain stopping when in the water. Not feeling safe on land/with the humans, but feeling safe in the water/with the mer. And of course, the big discovery that Wilbur is growing scales (he’s going to be a little golden boy), which leads to Wilbur’s distressed trill. It’s nice.

Also, poor Phil really loves this kid. Like he got there fast. As fast as any half-decent parent who hears a trill of distress from their kid. And then he has to tell Wilbur he’s turning into a mer and we get exactly what Phil was scared of. Which is an angry Wilbur running away. And this is what I mean with Phil shooting himself in the fin. Because he was trying to avoid the conversation, trying to avoid that outcome, but in doing so he obviously only made it worse when Wilbur found out.

But because Wilbur doesn’t want to be a mer (though we’ll see how he feels when (if) he calms down and has a moment to think away it) Wilbur no can’t be near him. Even if he wanted to, it would continue to turn him into a mer. So unless Wilbur changes him mind or is too far into the process to stop it, Phil will never see him again. And if Phil had just asked, Wilbur might has initially said no and the. Come around to the idea. Poor damn Techno. He knew that was the way you are supposed to do it. And he was being such a loving and caring uncle too. His protectiveness kicked in almost instantly. And he did the throwing! There’s nothing more valuable than an adult who throws you when near water.

-🌲

yeah I LOVE slow transformations that aren't obvious at first but become more clear over time. just the idea that something is wrong but the person being transformed isn't sure what it is. it's that slow, creeping dread of realization that I adore and I really wanted to explore that here

techno is so tired he knows this is a bad idea for many reasons but phil just assumes he knows best. he thinks it won't be as big of a deal as it is, because he doesn't fully understand human emotions. humans are hard to predict and take betrayals hard. techno knows this, but phil doesn't. at least not fully.

if phil had asked wilbur would have said yes!! that's the worst part!! but phil just assumed he knew wilbur and that it would be fine. it wasn't, but that's what he thought would happen. techno's not cleaning his mess up for him. he's gotta deal with this himself.

YEAHHH i know it is possible to hit some higher notes from your chest voice with practice, but there's a natural limit to it. what wilbur has been doing is not possible with human vocal chords.

yup then there all the things from this chapter. it's everything you listed. physical traits, but also his behavior. the feelings of safety/not being able to sleep without mer around is more to do with his age rather than just the mer transformation. baby mer are very dependent on their caretakers, so when a child is being turned into a mer they want to stick close to the water because it's safer that way

phil really does love wilbur. he's just a bit stupid with the decisions he makes. but of course the minute he heard wilbur was in distress he got there instantly, only for things to go so wrong so fast

literally nothing more valuable than an adult who throws you as far in the water as they can

#so glad youre enjoying!! #love hearing your thoughts as always #spruce anon #ask #songs of change

[inkblot22]

HII THERE!! I’M BACK FOR MORE ASKS IF IT’S OKAY ♥️♥️ any riddle thoughts? :0 HRU BTW

Hello! Welcome back, you're always welcome here! I'm happy to see you here again, and I'm doing relatively decent, considering I'm currently having brainrot over a very specific character that is not from twst. Also tell me why I drafted this and then left without posting and the cut??? moved???

Anyways, I have a little confession to make. I do have Riddle thoughts, but he's honestly my least favorite twst character. You can cancel me for that later. For now, we have HEADCANONS to do!! Once again, this got way out of hand lmao. I remembered to add how I think he might smell this time too, thankfully :)

Uh, anyhow, tw for captivity, abuse, concerning use of magic, enabling behavior, violent descriptions, and other general yandere themes.

+ Okay so despite his general disposition, Riddle feels like he'd be slightly less strict with his darling. Don't misunderstand, he's still strict, but his favoritism shows in little things.

+ If Riddle is infatuated with you, you can get away with a lot more than say, Ace. Ace is not allowed to wear anything yellow on Tuesdays, and loses his head if he does so. You are allowed to drink honey-sweetened lemonade at nine. That kind of thing.

+ This translates in your private life. No one, not even Riddle, can maintain such an uptight persona at all times.

+ Once again, don't get me wrong. Riddle is kind of just like that, but he isn't as uptight as he is in public. Maybe it's your influence.

+ He definitely blames you. You go to bed late, and he likes to pretend that he's in control of your dreams, so he waits for you to fall asleep. He wants to know what's so great about soda, so he buys it for you and drinks half of it before you can have any. (Riddle seems like the type of guy to have grown up with spinach brownies and only mints as far as sweets go, if you know what I mean.)

+ He's definitely happy he's met you. He's even happier that he has you under his thumb, so to speak. He's experiencing so many new, wonderful things, and you're becoming a better person for it, at least in his eyes.

+You're expected to follow the rules, even if you get away with a little bit of bending and breaking here and there. You have to attend every unbirthday and every birthday, every tea party and every croquet game, and you have to be on your best behavior. Otherwise, you're in deep yogurt. More on that in a moment.

+ Uh, anyways, he's very clingy behind closed doors. I imagine if you get close to him, he smells kind of like lemon, pine, and the barest sweet note of strawberry. It's actually pretty nice, and you've started smelling similar since he demands you use his bath products as well.

+ Riddle uses a few pet names for you. Mostly "dear," "darling," "beloved," but less common and only when you're particularly distraught is "rose petal." You're his delicate little rose petal. This is only behind closed doors.

+ By the way, being lovey-dovey in public brings the wrong kind of flush to his face, so if you want to piss him off, feel free to kiss his cheek whenever you're out on one of your privileged walks.

+ Speaking of which! Riddle does get angry with you a LOT. When he's mad, you need to either move quick to diffuse the situation, or accept the impending punishment.

+ He doesn't have mood swings so much as an eager temper, so more often than not he'll just become slightly offended by a little thing you do and then think about it for a little too long.

+ Punishments are sporadic and cruel. They range from being forced to write 100 times on a chalkboard "I will not disobey," to him using his signature spell on you.

+ In the case you're not magic, Off With Your Head feels physically painful. Your limbs feel as though they're made of lead and your skin tingles with something like electricity. For a mage, it's a more emotional feeling of loss, as well as the weight of the collar, but for non-mages, it's like getting your blood forcefully sucked through your skin with a million metal straws, all hooked up to car batteries and conducting electricity.

+ That's not including the weight of the collar, by the way. The collar always leaves a red ring around your neck, a raised, irritated bruise.

+ Riddle has a tendency to not apologize when he's wrong, too, especially to you. He wants to stay the correct person in the room. He can't have you thinking less of him because he didn't like the color you wore and then threw a tantrum because of it.

+ On a completely different note, someone who sees what Riddle puts you through and says jack all is (drumroll, please🥁🥁🥁) you guessed it! Trey Clover, everyone's favorite childless dilf.

+ Trey doesn't let you completely suffer. Sometimes he'll talk Riddle down, and this one time that Riddle lost his temper completely and struck you, Trey was right there with a bag of frozen corn, but other than that?

+ You're on your own, dearest. It's you versus Riddle versus the Twisted world you're stuck in.

#tw dark themes #tw: dark content #yandere riddle rosehearts #yandere riddle rosehearst x reader #yandere riddle x reader #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #tw: abuse #dubious use of magic #tw violence #tw captivity #tw yandere #anon asks #anon answered #thank you for sending an ask!! #the blot talks!

[astr0logies]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚   ╷   it's  almost  funny  ,  isn't  it  ?  funny  *&  tragic  just  how  quickly  a  decent  mood  can  be  soiled  ,  how  a  dream  can  be  so  unfairly  snuffed  out  without  as  much  as  the  most  basic  of  warnings  .  this  was  a  pain  that  poor  susie  came  to  find  out  about  in  a  moment  that  both  felt  like  it  went  by  so  fast  she  couldn't  even  process  what  had  just  unfolded  ,  yet  also  somehow  felt  as  though  it  had  lasted  a  𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴  𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴  all  in  the  same  breath  .  what  had  begun  as  a  nice  morning  ,  all  things  considered  .  .  .   short  of  a  few  odd  looks  here  *&  there  as  she  made  her  way  through  the  studio  *&  down  to  the  music  department  for  the  lines  she  was  scheduled  to  read  that  morning  ,  it  was  always  a  wonderful  morning  when  she  got  to  go  *&  spend  it  with  𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓶𝔂  ,  after  all  .  all  of  it  came  crashing  down  in  momentous  fashion  the  moment  she  entered  the  music  room  ,  brown  eyes  fall  on  the  recording  booth  ,  on  her  spot  that's  being  filled  by  some  .  .  .  some  ,  unknown  woman  .  ʷʰᵒ  ʷᵃˢ  ˢᴴᴱ  ?  why  was  she  in  her  spot  ,  during  her  session  ??  why  .  .  .  why  did  sammy  not  seem  bothered  by  this  ???  her  heart  is  racing  ,  head  spinning  as  a  stomach  twisting  fear  begins  to  set  in  .  what  was  going  on  here  ?!   ❝   good  morning  ,  sammy  .  .  .  can  i  uh  ,  ask  what's  going  on  ?  ❞  she's  trying  to  hold  her  composure  ,  not  to  show  her  nerves  *&  mounting  emotion  as  hands  tremble  behind  her  full  hooped  skirt  whilst  sammy  opens  the  booth  door  to  take  a  step  out  ,  calmly  explaining  that  he  had  tried  to  call  her  ,  saying  something  about  some  sort  of  memo  she  was  supposed  to  have  gotten  ?  what  the  𝑯͟𝑬͟𝑳͟𝑳  was  he  even  talking  about  ??  she  had  been  replaced  ,  *&  somehow  everyone  but  her  received  a  memo  about  it  ?!  his  nonchalant  tone  ,  the  way  he  began  to  retract  back  into  the  booth  like  it  was  nothing  before  she  could  even  answer  ;  𝒊𝒕  𝒘𝒂𝒔  𝒕𝒐𝒐  𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 .  before  she  could  process  or  even  attempt  to  stop  herself  ,  her  palm  has  met  the  side  of  his  face  with  an  echoing  slapping  sound  as  she  feels  her  heart  shatter  in  her  chest  ;  turning  on  her  heels  to  take  off  as  she  makes  her  way  out  of  there  as  quick  as  she  possibly  could  . 

‧₊˚⋅    ♯    𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆    𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄    !     :   plotted  starter  for  sammy  lawrence  *&  susie  campbell  /  @bloomifys  . 

*ੈ✩‧₊˚   ╷she  couldn't  believe  this  ;  it  all  felt  like  a  bad  dream  .  like  ,  like  a  part  of  her  had  just  ᵈ͟ᶤ͟ᵉ͟ᵈ  hearing  sammy  tell  her  she  had  been  replaced  .  𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓶𝔂 ,  he  had  been  the  one  to  first  give  her  the  news  about  alice  .  .  .  what  on  earth  was  happening  right  now  ?  she  hadn't  done  anything  ,  had  she  ?  joey  promised  her  if  she  stayed  quiet  ,  she  would  be  a  star—  but  now  ,  here  she  stood  in  a  panic  ,  tears  streaking  her  cheeks  with  black  mascara  as  her  hiccupped  sobs  are  soon  cut  through  by  the  sound  of  footsteps  ,  ones  she  hadn't  expected  to  follow  her  or  find  her  in  such  a  state  .  susie  doesn't  speak  ,  even  when  the  familiar  ,  smooth  voice  of  sammy  cuts  through  the  deafening  silence  in  the  stair  well  (  aside  from  her  cries  ,  of  course  )  ;  she  won't  even  look  at  him  as  she  stands  ,  back  against  the  wall  being  the  only  thing  keeping  the  petite  voice  actress  from  collapsing  to  the  floor  as  her  legs  threatened  to  crumble  beneath  her  at  any  moment  ,  the  hand  that  had  met  his  face  in  such  an  unexpected  manner  just  moments  ago  still  stinging  from  the  smack  as  she  uses  it  to  cup  over  her  mouth  now  in  a  vain  attempt  to  stifle  her  sobbing  .

#( SCREAMS CRIES THROWS UP EVERYWHERE IM NOT OKAYYYYYYYY ) #‧₊˚⋅ ♯ v. ᶤ'ᵐ ᵍᵒᶰᶰᵃ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵇᶤᵍ ˢᵗᵃʳ ᵒᶰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ╷susie campbell ♡ ̆̈₊ ‧˚₊‧ #‧₊˚⋅ ♯ ii. ᶤᶰ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ╷threads ♡ ̆̈₊ ‧˚₊‧ #‧₊˚⋅ ♯ v. ᵛᵉʳˢᵉˢ╷pre ink machine verse ♡ ̆̈₊ ‧˚₊‧ #‧₊˚⋅ ♯ v. ᵈʸᶰᵃᵐᶤᶜˢ╷ft. sammy lawrence / bloomifys ♡ ̆̈₊ ‧˚₊‧ #‧₊˚⋅ ♯ ii. ᶤᶰ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ╷closed starter ♡ ̆̈₊ ‧˚₊‧

[clemencetaught]

FERRE; SWEET, WONDERFUL, DEAR FERRE!!!! HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS TO YOU 🎂🎉🥳🍰!!!!

May this day be full of fantastic moments, pleasant surprises, good company, delicious food and everything great that the world has to offer 💖 I hope this new year for you is covered with happiness, success, good health, memorable experiences and heartwarming situations 😊✨️!! I'm wishing you the best today and ALWAYS!!!

You are such a supportive, understanding, creative and marvelous soul;; your presence is a bright light that brings comfort, ease and joy 🥺 I thank you IMMENSELY for your friendship, for all those lovely chats where we freely go back and forth with our thoughts (I LOVE!! READING ALL YOU HAVE TO SHARE!! I'D READ ENTIRE BOOKS OF THAT!!); for all the stories we've written and developed together (ALL THOSE MARVELOUS PLOTS THAT BRING ME BOTH JOY AND PAIN ((but its okay, I signed up for the wounds 😭😂)), I KEEP THEM ALL IN MY HEART AND I AM CONTINUOUSLY THRILLED TO WRITE AND CREATE WITH YOU!!!) and for!! Giving my muses and I a chance 🥲

It's been nothing but AN HONOR, to get to know you, chat and write with you, and I hope we continue to do this fOR MANY MORE YEARS (I mean…you're stuck with me, THE RECEIPT IS LOST SO YOU CANT RETURN ME HSOWAKBAAJ 😂)!!

It also makes me very happy to celebrate your birthday once more, I HAVE MY PARTY HAT ON AND I'M THROWING HEART-SHAPED CONFETTI ALL OVER THE PLACE 🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳❤️

THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, PLEASE HAVE A FANTABULOUS DAY!!! I CARE YOU AND ADORE YOU HEAPS, MY FRIEND!!!!

HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! ✨️✨️✨️✨️

@jeoseungsaja alex has me like:

ALEX!!!! 🥰🥰🥰😭😭😭💕

you know nowadays it’s so weird to me?? To remember when there was a time where I wasn’t writing or plotting with you- it's hard to believe that we started writing together about two years ago...which is why i am SO GRATEFUL that you gave me the chance to not only write and plot with you but also be your friend 🥺🥺🥺 you are a SUCH a kind and thoughtful person and i'm sure everyone who is lucky enough to be mutuals with you can testify in my favor here and the judge is also biased towards me, sorry folks, the right to a fair trial in this case?? no such thing fjksldjf 😌

ANYWAYS i can only say i have such wonderful and intricate characters and plots on here because of my wonderful and creative partners such as you and all of our lovely mutuals 🥺🥺🥺 any day i get the chance to interact with you always is a good day in my book!! I always feel like a dash of dophmomine when I see u around 💕💕💕 and you know i am ALWAYS an excited puppy for our plots and  your characters ( and even MORE PLOTS….we could have 1923947373 and I would be down for more still DHDJDJD 😂😂😂 )- I also v sorry for the pain i gib u ( black knight verse )and for the pain coming in the future too ( thg verse WHICH ALSO THANK YOU JUMPING IN THE HOLE AND DRAGGING HYUK AND HAE GEON AND WILDER AND JAEHWAN AND ALL UR OTHER CHARACTERS IN TOO, it’s big enough for everyone 😌 )….if it helps it gives me pain too and any pain u gib me I shall take stride….I’ll also pay u ( and ur charas, hyuk especially )back with happiness I swear ( + tissues and consoling too 🥲🥲🥲 ) 💕💕💕💕

but thank YOU for your sweet, sweet message- I will admit when I woke up on my bday I wasn’t in most amazing of moods but reading ur message put a huge smile on my face ☺️☺️☺️ you are such a bright spot on this hellsite and most certainly a ☀️ on my dash and I am very thankful to have met you- I’m always in awe that I get to be able to interact with someone who is not only an excellent writer with characters that jump off the page but also a decent and genuinely all around good person 🥲🥲🥲 this is all to say just like you said, unfortunately for us both I will be stuck to u like superglue even after this hellsite dies 😂😂😂 not even returning the receipt will help u there!!

all in all though, thank you SO MUCH for the birthday wishes ( and YOUR GIFT DONT THINK YOURE GETTING AWAY WITH ME NOT NOTICING 🤩🤩🤩 )!! care you so much and I know for sure that this year will be as wonderful as the last since you’ll be there 🥰🥰🥰

#jeoseungsaja #out of mercy ( ooc. ) #a pocket watch from an old love ( saved. ) #ALEX THE WAY I WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE THIS 🥹🥹🥹 #I had a wonderful birthday and weekend no worries one that #And I definitely have u to thank as one reason 💕💕💕 #thank you as always for being my dear friend and being such a bright spot on dumblr….. #when I feel like setting this place on fire #and I see u on mi dash I regain some hope 🥲 #alex does things like this and makes me smile and cry all at once 💕💕💕 #seriously go follow alex she is a WONDERFUL writer and friend #YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT AND IF U DO U R WRONG 😤😤😤 #( okay maybe that’s harsh but also ur still wrong in my book 😔 ) #A super nice and kind mun with wonderfully complex and well written characters….what’s there to lose….nothing at all 💕 #Okie I will end it here PLEASE HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY EVERYONE ( BUT ESPECIALLY ALEX 💕💕💕 )