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animeismyhappyplace · 11 months

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Passion Blooms Under the Influence

Female MC x Barbatos Smut

Summary: After a quick study session with her tutor Solomon, MC finds herself feeling hot and bothered. Barbatos finds her and calms the heat scorching through her veins.

TLDR, MC gets dicked down by Barbatos 🥵

TW: Aphrodisiac use, mildly dubious consent due to aphrodisiac usage, they do cover consent but just to be safe, pet names, Barbs demon form makes an appearance, monster fucking I guess? (You'll see what I mean)

Word Count: 3,217

The last few weeks in the Devidom had been a bit of a blur for MC. Leviathan had summoned Lotan again after a fued with Mammon which left her room flooded and unusable luckily Diavolo offered her refuge in the Demon Lord Castle in one of the many spare bedrooms.

Today's lesson with Solomon had taken a weird turn, after practicing some simple spells they had gotten onto the topic of her little crush on the demon butler himself Barbatos. Her mentor had given her the usual pep talk about just being upfront about her feelings over a shared cup of tea, he had also given her a potion which he clamied would help boost her confidence in the matters of her heart before sending her on her way to her temporary home.

On her walk she noticed a prickling sensation starting to climb up her arms and down her legs. At first she brushed it off but the nearby demons began to start staring at her as her skin got hotter and hotter. In the end she had to teleport herself to the guest bedroom she'd been staying in to save herself, and the rest of her demon friends, too much public embarrassment.

Barbatos, being the immensely powerful demon he is, much have sensed the magical power entering the Demon Lord Castle and came to make sure the human exchange student was well after her trip out.

He knocks on her door a few times but when he doesn't get an answer he makes his presence known and enters the room, just to make sure she was unharmed, "MC, I assume your lesson went well?" He smiles as he opens the door before stopping in his tracks when he finally lays his eyes on the girl.

He sees her laid on the neatly made bed with her body streached out, sweat is streaked across her forehead and she's panting hard "B- Barbatos! Thank you for checking on me, I know you're probably busy..." She gulps down the saliva pooling under her tongue as he watches her curiously "It had been going well until Solomon gave me a potion to drink that he's currently working on and now I feel hot..." His green eyes flick from her body to her face as he watches her "Oh dear... Well... I'm here to take care of you, MC. You don't have to thank me, I am just doing what Lord Diavolo would expect me to do" He reaches his gloved hand down to push the hair back from her face causing her to shiver and push her body towards his retreating hand making him frown.

His finger curls under his chin as he thinks about your predicament "Did he tell you what the potion was for?" She shakes her head as she lifts her body to rest her weight on her elbows to look at him better "Just said... It would help me... Express feelings I've been hiding or something like that... I can't remember anymore". Barbatos can't help the hiss that falls from his lips as he looks away feeling irritation bubble in his chest "I have a... Suspicious of what that devious human has given you... Let's see" He hums as he returns his hand to her forehead, pushing his fingers through the strands of her hair and down to lightly caress her cheek watching to see her reaction to the soft and almost non existent stimulation.

MC can't help the whines that tumble past her lips as she tilts her head back to present her neck to the demon before she realises what she's done and gasps "I- I am SO sorry Barbatos... I don't know what's wrong with me" She looks down to the bedsheets with a slight pout before another wave of heat flows through her and she flops back down onto the bed, chest heaving.

Barbatos chuckles softly at her apology as he places one finger under her chin lifting her gaze to meet his own eyes. "Don't worry about it, MC." His voice is warm and soothing as he runs his gloved thumb over her lower lip, slowly trailing his way along her jawline as her tongue slips out of her mouth in an attempt to chase his clothed digits "I suspect Solomon has given you an aphrodisiac" Her eyes widen at his words before he continues "It would explain your temperature and your body's... Shall we say responsiveness..." His voice begins to trail off as he watches her intently.

She nods as she tries to take in his words "Is there any way to... Reverse it's effects?" Her fingers reach up slowly to hold his arm in place as she leans fully into his touch, Barbatos bites his bottom lip softly as he watches the human girl keen for his touch in ways he's dreamed of but never thought would become reality "We'd have to call the shady sorcerer himself to know for sure... But based on most aphrodisiacs the only way to rid you of the effects would be to-" He can't help but hesitate to finish the sentence but she nods to him to continue "You will need to satisfy your desires" He finishes with a slight blush dusted across his porcelain cheeks.

MC frowns for a moment confused before the realisation flashes across her face, a dark blush rising to her cheeks "Well with that I shall bid you farewell so you may... Rid yourself of your afflictions..." The demon clears his throat and bows with his hand across his chest before he turns to leave "NO!" She shouts across the room as she bolts upright grabbing his hand to stop him, she looks away from him embarrassed by her own neediness.

Barbatos stares down at her in surprise, his brow furrowing slightly as he waits for her next move. "No?" He can't help the grin that spreads across his face as he looks down to see the place on his uniform her hand has gripped to keep him from leaving the room. "I-" She can't quite find the words to ask him what she wants, she grips his arm tighter and tugs him towards her as she gets on her knees and comes to the end of the bed to face him.

Barbatos' smile grows as he sees her come to kneel before him, his hands come to gently caress her cheeks as he takes in her beauty. "Tell me what you want, MC" He mutters softly as he brings her face centimetres from his own. A shiver racks up her spine and settles in her chest as she feels his breath hit her lips "Will you help me Barbatos?" She reaches her hands up to hold the base of his neck enjoying their closeness.

Barbatos smiles softly as he hears her plea, leaning forward to bring his mouth to hers as he kisses her gently almost treating her like she's ready to break apart at his touch. As he does this, one of his hands slides around her waist and pulls her closer to him, bringing them both even closer together. "Of course, my dear. I'm always at your service" He whispers huskily as he pulls away just enough to speak and give her a moment to back away from him if she doesn't want to continue.

A loud whine escapes her at his words as she tugs his back to her kissing him with as much passion as she can "You can't say things like that Barb... It makes me feel so hot". His eyes widen slightly at her response but he quickly recovers and continues to kiss her passionately, running his tongue along her own and down to her jawline while his free hand goes to her hair, pulling it into a tight ponytail so he can run his fingers through it.

After a few moments he breaks off the kiss and looks deep into her eyes "Last chance to back out little lamb before I can no longer hold myself back". She shakes her head as she looks at him as seriously as she can given her almost delirious state of lust "Want this... Want you Barbatos" She runs her hands over his covered shoulders as she pushes his jacket off "Please". The last threads of his resolve break as he helps her remove his coat and tosses it aside, then wraps an arm around her waist and lifts her onto the bed beneath her, taking advantage of her smaller frame to get on top of her pinning her beneath him as he leans down to kiss her again. "My pleasure little lamb".

MC bites her lip as she looks up at him and whispers softly "You don't know how long I've wanted this" Her arms loop around his neck as she keeps him close to her, licking her tongue into his mouth as she starts to explores his body. He feels her lips press against his and gives in completely, wrapping his other arm around her back and pressing himself against her as he begins to explore her own body. "I can't guarantee I'll be gentle with you my dear" He says breathlessly, letting his tongue slip between her lips and dance with hers.

She nods quickly to show her understanding as she threads one of her hands into his hair tugging gently at his soft ombre locks while the other caresses her thumb against his cheek, continuing to kiss him while she pushes her hips up to grind against his covered length. He groans softly when she pulls his hair and presses their bodies together more firmly, enjoying every moment of her kisses as well as her grinding movements. His hands slide from her waist to her ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh he finds there as he moves his hips slowly against hers. "You're driving me crazy little lamb..." He confesses to her as he enjoys the slow rock of his hips against her own.

She gasps as she feels his length pushing against her already wet clothed pussy "N- Need you... Please~" She begs sweetly as she moves her head to kiss and bite gently at his bare neck. He smirks at her begging tone and moans quietly, using his free hand to push a lock of her hair behind her ear. As she nips at his skin marking him as her own he reaches for the clasp on her dress and undoes it, pulling the fabric away from her body and exposing her to his hungry eyes while he pulls his dress shirt over his head.

He bends his head down to softly kiss her neck before moving down to her collarbone and littering her skin with bites marking her in turn "Now everyone will know you're mine" He grins at her slightly possessively before returning to her heated body. He skillfully unclasps her bra exposing her breasts as he encases her pebbled nipple in his mouth.

She lets out an drawn out moan as he gently bites and suckles on her nipple teasing the sensitive bud before moving to her other breast giving it just as much attention until she's squirming against the bed desperately needing him further down her body. Sensing her frustration he gives each nipple one last lick before trailing more kisses down her body before finally sliding down further to lick and nibble her thighs. She shivers under his touch and arches her back pushing her body closer to his teasing mouth.

As Barbatos pulls himself upright he takes a moment to enjoy the sight of the young girl in front of him marked up and desperate, the view he has from above her is enough to make his hardened length throb with need let alone the thoughts that invade his mind of what he would like to do to her. MC spreads her legs for him and he can't help the chuckle that leaves his lips "So wet already. My my that aphrodisiac worked rather quickly" He pulls her soaked panties down her legs and throws them to the side watching as more slick leaves her pussy and trails down her thighs.

Barbatos lowers himself back down to the bed as he removes his gloves throwing them to the floor then places his bare hands onto her thighs pushing them further apart so he can place himself between them. He moans as he finally gets a taste of her essence, first licking up the lines of wetness that coated her inner thighs before giving her pussy a long lick from her hole to her clit "You taste, dare I say, heavenly my little lamb" The way he slurps up her wetness lights her body on fire, only contributing to the aphrodisiacs effects.

MC's thighs twitch as she grasps his hair with both hands tugging harshly and shaking her head with tears rolling down her rosy cheeks "S'too much! I need your cock" Her head tips back as she rocks pussy into his face moaning as she cants her hips forward despite her pleas for him to just fuck her already. Barbatos lets out another laugh at her impatience as he feels her pulling on his hair. Had it not been for the aphrodisiac he may had punished her for being in such a rush, maybe next time he thinks to himself with a sinister smile. His emerald eyes dart over to her breasts and he smiles softly at how she's trying to push herself towards him. With a firm grip on her thighs he holds her still and licks her again from bottom to top and back down once more before circling her clit with his tongue "Need to prep you MC" He slides two of his thick fingers into her waiting pussy rubbing them against her throbbing walls.

MC's hand reach backwards to grab the sheets and grip them in her hands as she moans loudly "Barb" She whimpers out as her body trembles underneath him. The feeling of her inner walls tightening around his fingers causes him to groan out as he looks up at her face. Her juices are flowing freely and coating his lips and chin. He gives her one last kiss on her abused clit before moving backwards he licks her juices off his fingers "I believe that's enough teasing now my dear".

Keeping her legs spread for repositions himself and gives his leaking member a few sharp tugs before he runs his cock down to her sopping pussy to collect her juices lubing up his cock before pushing himself into her slowly letting her feel every inch as the burn of the aphrodisiac slowly starts to decrease. The dark haired demon smirks as he watches her reaction, seeing the relief spread across her face as he pushes himself into her. A low moan escapes her lips as he enters her fully. He waits for her to adjust before starting to thrust inside her gently but firmly, Barbatos reaches one hand up and intertwines his fingers with hers as he holds their hands above her head while the the trails down her side to grip her ass pulling her leg over his own keeping her close to his body. Each time he pulls out he leans down and kisses her neck before pushing himself back in, knocking the wind sinfully out of her chest.

As he starts to build up his pace rocking into her harder and faster her unoccupied hand finds purchase on his waist holding onto her demon lover as he pistons his hips into her own making the bed shake and buckle under his immense strength. Barbatos lets go of her hand as he feels her pussy throb and tighten around his cock and grabs onto her hips tightly. He begins to pound into her harder and faster each time slamming her further up the bed, her moans and whimpers increase in volume her hands reach up to grip onto her pillow tight.

His own moans are getting louder as he feels his cock head leaking precum into her pussy, he starts to feel himself losing control of his emotions when he suddenly shifts into his demon form due to the pleasure that racks through his body. She can't help the gasp that escapes her as she feels his body change under her fingers, seeing his demon form only makes her skin burn hotter. MC's hand grips his waist tighter her nails leaving crescent shaped marks as she reaches her other hand up to his hair to grip the base of his bone like horns.

The sensation of her touch sends waves of pleasure throughout his entire being. He lets out an animalistic moan and slams himself deep inside her "'M not going to be able to hold on much longer" He grunts while snaking his hand down between them to rub his fingers against her swollen clit. Her legs shake as he plays with her sensitive nub, she wraps her legs around his waist while her hands grip onto the base of his horns and his fork ended tail wraps around her waist to keep her steady. She matches his thrusts the best she can moaning loudly as pleasure shoots down her spine at all of the stimulation.

Barbatos kisses her deeply before moving his lips to her neck letting his fangs pierce her skin as he bites down in an attempt to control his moans, the painful pleasure from his bite sends her body over the edge into orgasm as he licks at the wound he's left behind "Cumming! 'M cumming!" MC moans loudly gripping onto her lovers body to steady herself as she cums hard, legs shaking violently.

Her pussy clenching hard on his cock and feeling her hands gripping his horns is the last drop of stimulation he needs to finally cum, Barbatos grunts loudly as he releases his load inside her as he continues to pound away at her releasing every bit of cum he has left. After several minutes of his own body shaking he pulls out and collapses beside her panting heavily.

As they both lay beside each other coming down from their highs the demon pulls her body to him as he gives her a soft kiss on her lips "Feeling better?" He asks chuckling softly as she simply nods her head clearly tired "Yes...I'm good now." She finally replies resting her head on his chest as her fingers draw delicate shapes on his sweat soaked body. His fingers slip under her chin to lift her head as he shifts out of his demon form "I'm sorry for shifting like that" He mutters as he caresses her face.

She leans into his touch enjoying the tender moment between them "No need to apologise, you're beautiful no matter what form you take" She smiles at him as she closes her eyes an ache seeping into her bones. "Thank you for taking care of me Barb.." She whispers quietly to him before drifting off to sleep. He gives her one last kiss placed against her forehead "Anything for you, my little lamb" He grins to himself softly as he allows sleep to take over his spent body.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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so i (14 F? currently going through an unrelated gender crisis) have been regularly horseback riding since i was 9 and have a regular instructor i really like we'll call R (30s or 40s, F). Today, however, R was out sick and so i was with the barn owner, who we'll call L (60s, F).

i was originally really excited about this, as L is a very good rider. however, i quickly realized that she almost exclusively taught beginner riders under the age of 8. as previously stated, i have been riding for 5 years and would consider myself a pretty good rider.

L proceeded to get my name wrong (i have a fairly common white name starting with s, which she was confusing for fucking Sarah, despite the names looking and sounding nothing alike), though in fairness i was too scared to correct her. she completely undermined my experience and knowledge of the subject, and there were a good twenty minutes when i thought we were just gonna be doing 20 meter trot circles the whole time. thank god for the last half of the lesson L would occasionally let me canter a few circles. even the small form reminders that are to be expected were annoying. where R and other previous instructors had said them almost as background noise, L said it like it was a revelation i'd never heard of before.

do you know the shit socrates said about like giving a student the knowledge to reach the conclusion rather than just the conclusion? what he overlooked is that you can absolutely overuse it. it's hard to explain through the medium of an aita post how frustrating it feels to have someone look at you and see you how they did 5 years ago, look at you and not see the sweat and tears and hours of perfecting your form. and i know that my emotional regulation isn't very well developed, and i know i'm 14 and my hormones are out of wack and i know she doesn't mean anything by it and i know it's not her fault but it's just so fucking aggravating.

almost the entire lesson i was very curt and rude with L, despite the fact that im usually a very cheerful person. she definitely noticed, but didn't bring it up. i tend to freeze up at confrontation, so im not sure what i would've done if she did. i was also much harsher than i needed to be on my horse, which isn't fair because she didn't do anything wrong. i kicked her harder than necessary, jerked her reins, leaned to the inside, and was all around not a very good rider. when my mom picked me up (i am, again, 14 and do not have a driver's license) i slammed to door to the car. when i started crying and she asked me what was wrong, i told her multiple times to "shut the fuck up" and "every word that comes put of your mouth makes me want to punch you in the face", which i now feel awful about. i kept bursting into the tears in the shower so it took me an hour and a half to wash myself, putting our water bill through the roof.

tldr: an instructor treated me as though i was a child, i overreacted and was very rude to everyone around me, i feel utterly horrible about it now. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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x-on-the-calendar-business · 9 months

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ryan ross iceberg explained (masterpost and tier 1)

tier 2, tier 3, tier 4, tier 5, tier 6, tier 7, tier 8

if somehow you have no idea how icebergs work/what they are, then i’ll give a tldr: it comes from the saying “it’s just the tip of the iceberg,” so basically, the entries at the top of the iceberg are the stuff the average person would know, and as you go deeper, the content becomes more obscure. for example, if you’re a more casual panic! fan, then a lot of the entries in the sky tier are more likely to be things you would know, whereas you’re probably only going to know the stuff at the very bottom if you’re an insane person (me).

i got most of the entries from this iceberg from a couple of others that i found on twitter, here and here [i]. i combined them, shifted some stuff around, and added some things to make this one. of course, a special thanks to the twitter users areyouIlooking and checkyesjuul for making the ones i used to create this one.

i also want to give a special shoutout to the tumblr blogs @pathetic-at-the-disco and @prettyoddfever because i got so much info from them for this iceberg and they are just incredible sources of information for panic! fans.

finally, i'm really hoping everything on this iceberg is correct; of course, i did my research and there was a lot of it i already knew. however, i was not actually there for presplit panic! so i can't speak off of firsthand accounts for a lot of things. with that being said, if something is wrong, or if there is something you think should be added, please feel free to let me know, and i will go back and edit the post.

enough introduction, let’s get started.

the sky (tier 1):

guitarist of panic!:

what he is most well known for. ryan was the original guitarist of panic! and one of the true founding members. he departed the band in 2009 with former bassist jon walker, which we’ll come back to later.

rosevest:

this refers to an iconic piece of clothing that ryan wore while they were touring their debut album, a fever you can’t sweat out. he wears it in live in denver as well.

(side note: the post i got this pic from is a very interesting look at their outfits from that tour so i would recommend checking it out here!) [ii]

good at makeup:

during the fever era, ryan was really well known for doing makeup looks, some elaborate. i’m inserting some examples here, but i’m also going to link a post that showcases more pics of the makeup looks he did. there are more that he did than just the ones shown in that post or here (like the god awful blue eyeshadow he did on that red carpet), and there were a lot of times he just did the classic black smudged eyeliner.

and the tumblr post as promised: the makeup styles ryan ross wore in summer 2006 [iii]

ryden:

oh boy, where do we even start with this one. there are actually going to be quite a bit of ryden references in this, but at the end i’ll link a masterpost for further reading (although most of it will be covered here). but to be keep it short and simple, ryden is the ship name for ryan ross and brendon urie. it was arguably one of the biggest ships in early 2000s bandom, as evidenced by the litany of fics written with them as a pairing. this ship (unfortunately) still lives on in people’s hearts today even though ryan and brendon don’t speak anymore.

also, i know it would seem to make more sense if their ship name was ryDON not ryDEN because of how brendon’s name is spelled, but the ship name comes from the mashing of their nicknames ryro and bden (which still doesn’t make any sense but i digress).

unfortunately, all of the ryden content on this iceberg will probably be long because i am a former rydennie (yes u can make fun of me for it go ahead) so i have a lot of knowledge on that ship. but trust me i know that ryden was not real.

“creative differences:”

this entry refers to the july 6th, 2009 split where ryan and jon left the band. the most cited reason for the split was musical differences, as stated in these interviews with brendon and spencer [iv]. however, most people believe the band actually split due to personal reasons since they basically all stopped speaking afterwards, and because of some comments jon made [v]. in fact, one MTV interview specifically singled out ryan and brendon as not getting along, but it has since been deleted [vi].

cheez wiz:

this references a clip from the pretty. odd. short-film called american valley [vii]. the video went viral circa 2015/2016 and became a huge meme in the bandom community, especially in the crankthatfrank yeemo fanbase (that sentence wasn’t in the bible). if you were a panic! fan during that time, you know the cheez wiz jokes were inescapable.

youtube

milk fic:

“ryan was kneeling in the bathtub…”

this is also unfortunate. to be blunt, this is a ryden fic in which brendon gives ryan an enema with milk. it catalyzed a trend of other shocking fics within the bandom sphere, such as the comb fic. it’s just cringy. sadly, it became so iconic that brendon knows about it and even made a vine referencing it [viii].

i would link it but i’m not going to because the author, druscila, is a pedophile. so there’s that.

onceler jokes:

i’m going to put a picture of the onceler, who is from the lorax, and ryan side by side. and that should explain this.

now let’s move on to the next tier.

tier 2

references:

[i] https://twitter.com/areyouiooking/status/1366887508441718790?s=46&t=srOJ3YueMMsx9_sm96odQQ, https://twitter.com/checkyesjuul/status/1368794897499615233?s=46&t=srOJ3YueMMsx9_sm96odQQ

[ii] https://prettyoddfever.tumblr.com/post/628882839458512896/panic-at-the-discos-2006-summer-tour-costumes

[iii] https://prettyoddfever.tumblr.com/post/629161631117656064/the-makeup-styles-ryan-ross-wore-in-summer-2006

[iv] https://patd.livejournal.com/2943372.html, https://patd.livejournal.com/2928377.html#cutid1

[v] https://oneweekoneband.tumblr.com/post/131968366779/jon-walker-and-ryan-ross-from-a-2009-interview-in

[vi] https://whisperdlullaby.livejournal.com/9051.html

[vii] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bBot_X9pquo

[viii] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dyWlisnfrm0

#ryan ross #the young veins #panic! at the disco #jon walker #ryan ross iceberg #spencer smith #brendon urie #patd #ryan patd #panic at the disco #this is bigger undertaking than it may seem #but at least my ten year panic/ryan obsession will finally come to good use #citing my sources because i come from academia

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wolflyndraws · 1 month

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Before I answer more asks I want to say my stance(???) on this whole thing

I hope caiti finds peace, I don’t condone what George did but I don’t think he’s a monster.. I believe in second chances and from talking to other people irl even if what he did was really bad and makes my skin kinda crawl from what we know they were both comfy at the time and so George still should have been more careful but I believe that if he fully takes responsibility, if he takes the necessary steps starting by apologizing fully privately and or publicly (which he kinda did ig? But it’s caiti’s decision to accept or not) he can change to be a better person

I’m not really sure what to think of other things people brought up about his past chats or jokes as I never really tuned into streams that much so

As to dream, I feel bad. I don’t think he’s a perfect person or a saint of a man (and even if Twitter doesn’t want to admit it they’ve been putting all these men on such a high pedastool that if they show one sign of imperfection as seen on twitter’s chronically online eyes it’s seen as a betrayal or a monsterous thing whatever it might actually be) but I feel he’s been quite sincere this whole situation and is pretty innocent it’s just horrible he got caught up in this and all the attention was focused on him instead of the victims of the situation hope he finds peace as well and the world learn to treat him with the kindness and respect he tries to give to this world

As to dteam friends, I hope they all find peace this must be WAYY harder for them to process as their friendships are so closely related to their image, career, money and connections in the industry (which is… wow toxic af) I don’t blame any of them for acting this way (especially if ur a woman in this industry gawd damn 😭😭) must be hard to be a creator

So what about me what am I gonna do (not related to art) I’m probably gonna be less attached to the fandom, as I showed I have impulsive tendencies and get attached to things really easily and SO deeply which is unhealthy to probably do on men that I don’t know (with twt amplifying it sweats) so I think I’m gonna take a back step on Dnf and dteam as a whole but still in the fandom (probably just from a distance tho) so ig it’s just I won’t make content only for the fandom but will sometimes! I still want to see those Dnf posts haha

If anyone wants to talk about this stance (questions comments etc whatever) feel free to ask! It might help me accept my peace

I’ll make another post about my views on Dnf after all this situation soon under this :)

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TLDR; what I learned/what I think:

- what george ultimately did whether he knew or not is still bad and should apologize and improve to be a better man,

- Dream is pretty innocent but not remeber that he’s not a god, he’s still human

- I hope caiti finds better friends and peace

- I’m gonna draw Dream / Dnf sometimes but mostly will be a lurker

#fonal post about the thing #it will change if anything else come up #but for now this is how I feel #thanks everyone for helping me come to this conclusion tumblr was a gift from god when o was in the Twitter trenches of hell

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minniedaisies · 9 months

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your starlight

tldr. when you moved into your new apartment, your neighbor gave you his number and said to call anytime. what better "anytime" than 3am during a thunderstorm, right?

♫ song insp. forever star - zhang yi hao

❤ pairing. jungkook x f. reader

☁ genre. comfort and sweetness. do i write anything else lol

➷ warnings. drinking and cursing

✎ word count. 1522

彡 note. hope you all have been well. please enjoy!

It’s three in the morning and another crack of thunder makes you whimper, pulling the covers over your head in hopes that the plush down comforter will do something to drown out the sounds of the storm raging outside your bedroom window. You know it’s silly, you’re a grown adult after all. But thunderstorms have always scared you, and this is only your first week in your new apartment alone.

If you were back in your dorm with your roommate, it’d be another story. Ali was always so good and understanding. She’d have sat up with you, rubbed a manicured hand across your tense shoulder blades, fixed you tea, put on your favorite movie to watch together. But university was a thing of the past. You were on your own now, and there was no one here to comfort you or chase away the thunder with soft touches.

Another loud boom of thunder an you reach for your phone on your nightstand. You don’t know anyone in this area to call except for one person; your neighbor probably peacefully sleeping just on the wall behind you. You take a deep breath, feeling suddenly very self-conscious. He had said on the day you’d moved in that you were welcome to call him any time, day or night. You’d smiled politely, accepting his number and thanking him with a smile. It’d probably been a formality. He’d simply been neighborly and that was all. Surely he didn’t truly mean you were allowed to call him any time day or night. Surely he wouldn’t appreciate a phone call from his scaredycat neighbor who couldn’t even get through a thunderstorm, right?

A flash of lightening, and before you knew it, you were pressing his name on your screen: JEON JUNGKOOK.

As it rang, images of his soft brown hair and big brown eyes flashed through your head. He’d just come in from working out when he’d stopped you on the stairs to help you carry the box you were struggling with. He’d been wearing an oversized black t-shirt and smelled of sweat and soap and his brown hair had stuck to his forehead and curled damply along the nape of his neck. You’d had butterflies from first glance. And when his front teeth had rested boyishly on his plush bottom lip, you’d been a goner.

“Hello?” A voice sounds on the other end, far too chipper for 3am.

“Um, hi. Jungkook? This is Y/N.”

“Hiii!” He drawls, the recognition clear in his voice. “What’s up?”

Okay, waaay too chipper for 3am.

“This is embarrassing.”

“What is it, Y/N?” His voice suddenly grows serious, “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine, I suppose. I just…I am having a hard time with the storm.”

“Oh. Is it the thunder?”

“Yeah. I know, embarrassing, right. What kind of grown…”

“No, no!” He is quick to interrupt, “One of my friends is the same way. It’s fine, Y/N. Do you want me to come over?”

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

“Nah, my sleep schedule is all kinds of fucked. I usually don’t hit the hay until at least four. I can be over in five minutes. You got whiskey?”

You blink. “Jungkook. I just moved in a few days ago. I barely have Cheerios.”

“Right,” Jungkook chuckles, “Alright, I’ll bring the whiskey. See you in a minute, Y/N.”

You hang up, and mortifyingly realize that you are in your pajamas and Jungkook will be here in just a few short minutes. Flying out of bed, you give yourself a once-over in your dresser mirror. Your pastel donut nightshirt glares back at you, mockingly. As if on cue, there is a soft knock on your front door. Well, donuts will have to do, you suppose. You rake a hand through your untamed, sleep-mussed mane before hurrying to the door to answer.

Jungkook stands on the other side, a soft oversized grey shirts hangs off his frame. His dark curls are prominent and full and his eyes don’t contain a single drop of sleep. There’s a glass bottle of an amber-colored liquid in his hand.

“Hi-ya,” he says happily, lifting the whiskey bottle a little, “I come bearing gifts.”

You open the door wider and allow him to step inside.

“I am so sorry about this,” You cringe, leading him towards the kitchen where your cardboard boxes marked DRINKWARE sit in a maze on the floor. “About the mess an about calling you at 3am.”

“Hey, it’s no problem, Y/N. Like I said, my sleep schedule is fucked. I was just sitting up watching some YouTube videos. You’ll be much better company.”

You smile, unwrapping two glasses from their newspaper protection, and pass them to him. He pours two drinks and slides on to you. You take a sip. You were never much for whiskey, but whatever it Jungkook’s brought over goes down smooth and sweet and rich and warm.

“Would you be okay with sitting with me a minute?” You ask.

“Of course.”

Jungkook grabs the bottle and the two of you head to your couch. You sit cross-legged across from him on the couch, tugging the donut shirt down in between your legs for some semblance of modesty. Jungkook takes another sip of whiskey.

Another clap of thunder makes you jolt and Jungkook t’sks. “C’mere,” he says, opening his arm slightly, offering you a safe spot to tuck into. You pause, wondering if you really should. But a flash of lightening answers that for you, and you find yourself pressed into his side. He is warm and soft and his arm comes down to hold you gently against his side.

“It’s okay,” he whispers soothingly, a hand coming up to play with the curls at your back, “You’re okay, Y/N. It’s just a bit of thunder, nothing to be afraid of. I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

You relax into his side, breathing in the comforting scent of lavender laundry fabric softener.

“I am so embarrassed,” you say, trying to cover your face with your hands.

“Don’t be,” Jungkook implores, “My hyung will kill me for saying this, but he’s scared of thunder too. Can’t stand it. When it storms, he’s always gotta sleep in our hyung’s bed. And he’s almost thirty! You’re never too old to be scared of things.”

“What are you scared of, Jungkook?”

“Crowds.”

“How do you cope with that?” You ask curiously.

Jungkook giggles softly, “I sing.”

“What?” You sit up slightly.

“Yup! I’m a singer. I love performing, but that doesn’t mean I still don’t get shy in big crowds. But being up on stage helps, especially when I’m performing with my hyungs. It’s fine to be scared of stuff, Y/N. But it’s better to have someone at your side to comfort you.”

“I’m glad you’re here, Jungkook. Thank you. Thank you for coming over and for sitting with me tonight.”

“Of course, Y/N,” he continues running his fingertips through your curls, “We’re neighbors, I’ll always be here. I meant it when I said you could call me day or night. I’ll always be here to comfort you.” You melt as his words, feeling nothing but warmth and safety in his arms.

“What do you say we fix another drink and I pull up YouTube on the TV and you can show me what videos you were up watching tonight.”

“Okay but you can’t laugh at me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you say as he pours more whiskey into the glasses.

You hand him the remote and he winces as he pulls up SpongeBob Top Ten Funny Moments.

You can’t help the giggle that breaks through.

“Hey! You swore you wouldn’t laugh!”

“That was before you pulled up Spongebob, weirdo,” you poke a finger into his stomach and he flinches with a soft giggle.

“Okay, you can laugh at my taste in YouTube videos, but I draw the line at tickling.”

“Fair enough.”

Jungkook starts up the video, leaning back against the couch and pulling you back under his embrace. You nestle into his side, letting the soft fabric of his t-shirt caress your cheek. Outside the thunder crashes and the lightening strikes, but you don’t pay the storm outside any mind. You know you’re safe in his arms and nothing can harm you.

Tomorrow the sun will shine and everything will smell of petrichor and wet grass. You don’t know it yet, but Jungkook will invite you over for breakfast and you’ll sip OJ at his counter while he flips pancakes and tells you about himself and you’ll steal nibbles of fresh-cut strawberries as you tell him about you. Tomorrow night you’ll walk to the cafe down the street holding hands as if you’ve done so a thousand times before, and when you get whipped cream from your vanilla latte on your upper lip, he’ll wipe it away with a kiss as soft as snowflakes.

Tonight though, you lean into his side and think to yourself how this is the first night since moving in that this place has truly felt like home.

#bts x reader #bts imagine #bts au #bts scenario #bts fanfic #bts fluff #jeon jungkook #writing #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagine

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circeius-invidioso · 3 months

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Time for some more meth math.

Space wolve math.

Before we begin.

Side tangent.

Skip to the first chapter if you want to get to the meat and... Mjød?

Get it? Space wolves? I am not proud of that joke.

Anyway. On the poll I had placed the weapons cost of a primarch pulled through for 1. Vote.

Catch me in the corner sweating bullets thinking that I will have to do both for like 7 hours gay (we don't do straight in this house).

In the end the tie was broken a few minutes before the timer ended.

So now it's time to channel the spirit of Magnus during his trials.

Meaning.

My results are questionable. But I will stand by them.

I don't get why you will challenge them anyway.

I DID NOTHING WRONG DAD.

WHY YOU BOOING ME I AM RIGHT.

Without holding you back any further. Here is the excel table nightmares are made of.

Don't panic. Dont even squint to see.

Take a deep breathe. And let me explain to you what is happening.

Our variables are

Pre made -> whatever has this tag does not have tech or hours calculated in the final roundup. This is either relics, gift etc etc.

Sum Hours Cost -> how long it takes for that weapon to be made multiplied by the hourly wage which is a constant 10€ per hour.

Alloy A -> Is a blend of Bauxide and Silicon Carbite. A trusted source told me that this is the most likely material to make weapons in the warhammer universe.

Alloy B -> Is a blend of Tungsten and Titanium my headcanon as to what might be used to manufacture weapons in the warhammer universe.

Paintjob -> Only guns get a paintjob I like being sane.

Sum A -> Russ' weapons value if manufactured with Alloy A.

Sum B -> Russ' weapons value if manufactured with Alloy B.

I will save you all how I reached those final numbers. If I did I would need 50 pages and I would call this a thesis not a shitpost.

Lets just say it took some work and I might be on an Fbi list or two by now.

But it's a sacrifice I am willing to make.

The equation that gives those final numbers is.

Tech cost + Sum Hours Cost + Alloy A or B (depending on the material) + Paintjob.

But to give you an idea of the nightmare I went through get a taste of the equation without it being simplified.

((Wage A x Hours A) + Material A) + (Hours B × Wage A) + {[(Metal A Cost × 90%) + (Metal B Cost x 10%)] × Kilos of Alloy Needed} + (Pigment A + Hours C + Materials B)

You get why it took me so long and why I can't do all the Primarchs at once right?

Results Based On Alloy A

Mjalnar -> 72.8 €

Krakenmaw -> 1652.88 €

Helwinter -> 811.88 €

Scornspitter -> 121.93 €

Spear of Russ -> 52.78 €

Sum Value A -> 2712.27 €

Results Based On Alloy B

Mjalnar -> 18080 €

Krakenmaw -> 39468 €

Helwinter -> 16118€

Scornspitter -> 6874.63 €

Spear of Russ -> 13108 €

Sum Value B -> 93648.63 €

WE STILL HAVE THE UPKEEP COST AND AMMO!

MORE NUMBERS!

LIFE IS PAIN!

Ammo Cost -> Self explanatory.

Upkeep Cost -> 15% of value. Don't ask how I reached this result. I will need a page of numbers and you musy not threaten me with a good time.

Tldr cause I can see you getting dizzy with all these numbers, the Ammo for Scornspitter is a 12 € per round. The more Russ shoots the more the bill rises. I will let your imagination go wild.

Upkeep Cost Using Alloy A

For all weapons -> 406.85 €

Upkeep Cost Using Alloy B

For all weapons -> 14047.30 €

For everyone who is bored of reading all the math from the previous chapters this section is for you.

Total cost if Alloy A is used -> 2712.27 (sum cost) + 406.84 (upkeep cost) = 3119.11 €

Total cost if Alloy B is used -> 93648.63 (sum cost) + 14047.29 (upkeep cost) = 107695.93 €

So to round out this post.

If Russ uses Alloy A then he still doesn't reaches Dorn's paintjob cost.

If he used Alloy B. Then he surpasses Dorn's paintjob cost.

Tldr.

Russ is high maintenance. But we've seen worse.

#warhammer #warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #wh40k #space wolves #leman russ #warhammer 30k #horus heresy #shitpost #all numbers are approximates

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candle-wax-and-polariods · 2 months

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analyzing each back cover

i love you its ruining my life

shes saying out right that the person shes in love with is simultaneously ruining her life. we can infer that this is most likely YB wanting a quiet life and her not being able to give that, and him wanting her to be little and small. this came at the grammy’s where she got to be big and bejewel

you don’t get to tell me about sad

shes saying that the person shes presumably arguing with cant tell her about her feelings and mental health. this may be referencing the feelings of sadness that depression (something we know that taylor has struggled with at least at one point while writing midnights, see anti hero) brings. this was announced in Melbourne after singing red (a song about the different sides of love, the good happy side and the angry aftermath) but before singing your losing me (a song most likely about joe alwyn and her having a slow decay in their relationship)

am i aloud to cry?

the first and only punctuated back cover. shes asking someone most likely her partner or herself if she can cry. she is obviously upset, most likely very angry or very sad about something and wants to cry and let it pass. this was anounced affter singing HYGTG (asumably because killatrav was in attendance) and before signing a mash up of white horse (about relizing someone isnt what you thought they were) and coney island (a song where the narator is wondering where their partner went) with sabrina carpenter.

old habits die screaming

this is talking about how the habit (maybe the habit is a person) begins trying to come back but it is already dead. the habit may be the relationship or the habit may be symbolic for YB. the habit died screaming trying to get the person making the statement (presumably taylor) to come back to it. this was announced affter playing a mashup of long story short (a song about how journey may seem long but youll survive) and the story of us (a story about a relationship that went bad) and before playing a mashup of clean (a song about a relationship that your finally done and over with that you wont go back to) and evermore (a song about hope and taking things day by day at your worst just to get through something, also has references to 2016).

Cover art

you can see that as the varients go on the color gets darker and the covers get less of that closed off sexiness. you see she goes from the closed off sexiness in the first cover with her hand on her head (seprate note please get taylor advil, she looks like she needs it) to slowly losing that closed of sexiness and while still having time to on the front of the first on the back shes just in a bra and sweat pants, most likely exhausted(physically and mentally) and just trying to get by.

TLDR

the covers get increasingly sad and show the decay of a relationship, and the words get more gut wrenching

#swifties #taylors version #taylornation #taylorstans #taylor swift #i love you taylor #taylurking #the tortured poets department #ttpd #yogurt boy #analysis #ts ttpd #ts11 #tsttpd

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yuurivoice · 4 months

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Hi yv! I just wanted to send a message saying how much I love your content and I have for years. It's been amazing to see your channel grow and I'm one of your biggest fans!! I used to sub to the patreon but life goes hard and I haven't been able to for a while. The latest auron video has been practically on repeat for me and I really just wanted to say I hope you have a wonderful day and happy holidays!!! Give all the kitties a kiss on the forehead for me pls!

Thank you for the kind words! No worries about whether or not you're a Patreon sub, I certainly appreciate the support but always want people to put themselves first so don't sweat that and I hope you kick life's ass! Also, sending me a kind message is a pretty great way to support in its own right, so I'm genuinely appreciative!

The cats will most definitely be smooched, and I'll pass along a note that it's from a kind Anon!

It's been a wild few years, huh? Making the leap from the Tumblr days to the YouTube era was a big one, but the past 4 years were where I really started to find my footing and I think there's been a lot of growth creatively and personally.

Things have been moving in the right direction despite some personal road bumps and detours. Looking back, there's a lot of things I wish I could have accomplished and kept afloat while working through everything. Still dealing with the guilt of BitterSweet and Shattered not being a thing this year, particularly for all the ride or die Alphonse and Seth fans who have been starving for content while I've been hesitant to push out content for them because the big series wasn't coming.

Thankfully, most people have been supportive, kind, and understanding. That being said, I'm not ignorant to the nature of my content (growing roster of characters = someone's fave isn't getting posted for a while) and I'm doubly thankful to those who have been chill as other characters get established and have their time in the sun.

I'm really hopeful that in the coming year, balance and scheduling and planning are all finely tuned and help me avoid content traffic jams like we've run into such as the recent Charlie Era (lol) which wasn't exactly the plan, but with October AU series + Plushie + Lost & Found all aligning it sorta just worked out that way. Also, it bears mentioning that it's not every day that a side character who was not guaranteed to catch on as A Thing (TM) actually finds an audience and has significant demand. Sometimes you gotta roll with how things play out, and that's just the nature of creating content on social media.

I'm optimistic that things will be at least a LITTLE bit more balanced thanks to ADHD treatment and seeing huge improvements with my mental health. Which can't be understated, because holy shit, the amount of things I'm just able to do without feeling like I'm holding myself at gunpoint or making a million deals with myself to convince myself to do a single task is amazing.

Not only is it easier to get to work, it's easier to do more of the work. That Auron audio you referenced is a great example. I was worried with the script I had and the premise, I wouldn't be able to get much more than 9/10 minutes out of it. The length of my general audios is something I've been conscious of forever, so I was shocked and thrilled when I finished up with the recording and it was 24 minutes of some of my favorite Auron content ever. I'm getting more comfortable improvising, or creating more as I go vs. write, record, post. I'm able to do a little more, add things that I would normally omit or not bother with, and just try harder without feeling like I'm trying harder and purely because I'm enjoying it and I want to.

I am SO sorry that this turned into a rant in response to what was a fairly straightforward question, you caught me while I was feeling introspective.

tldr: Thanks for fuckin' with me. Folks like you make me want to work hard and deliver the goods. The kindness goes a long way, and I don't take that for granted!

#yuurivoice

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Thinking about a threesome with March and Healy where Healy is the gentler, nicer one. Praising the reader and making sure she feels good and then March is the meaner one. Mocking and teasing and just being a dick. idk man I’m a slut and I want both

TLDR: requesting good cop/bad cop (good detective/bad detective?) threesome with March and Healy content 🙏🙏🙏

INVESTIGATE ! - jackson healy + holland march

note: so sorry for how long this took! kept rewriting it lmaoo. i love this request since i too, am a slut for both. (jackson more but sssshhh) hope this is good!

cw: afab! reader. dom!holland. soft dom!jackson. sub!reader. degrading, impact play, slight throat fucking, creampie, unprotected sex, p in v, oral male receiving, praising, 2/3 holes filled (my dream). reader is cuffed and set a building on fire, so arson i suppose.

“only such a fucking slut would be turned on by fucking cuffs. say it, say you're a fucking slut.”

“ease up there march, don't you think that's a little rude? she's still a lady.”

“she's a fucking slut.”

the mustache man is pounding into you. hard, aggressive. another blow is landed on your ass cheek, the supple skin stinging with every aggressive smack. you've got your hands behind your back, bound by the chilled metal cuffs. another smack on your ass and holland settles his hand onto the gradual vanishing print, his nails digging into the flesh in greed. all the while you were crying out, whimpers filling your tongue and air around you in pleasure as you continued to press your reddened ass against his hand. begging for more.

the bigger man is settled in front of you, his cock hard. his tip engorged, red, leaking with pre cum the more he continues to watch the porno unfolding in front of his own eyes. licking his lips, his eyes stalk your every move. every heave, every wavering motion, every gasp. a hand combs through your hair as a means to settle you, his lips in a mix of stern and pouty, “doing so good for him, princess. bet you're nice and tight- but i can't stop looking at these pretty lips of yours. you mind putting them to use?” for a brief moment his large finger grazes over every imprint, line and dent molded into your bottom lip, coating the tip in your spit for a brief moment. hungry eyes meet your cock drunk ones - you've barely been fucked- and you both realize he should've been in your mouth a while ago.

all he needs from you is a nod, and his tip is suddenly suctioned with your lips. the pressure already forcing a groan from his parted lips, his mouth surrendering to the grunts of pleasure. holland rolls his eyes at his, digging his nails harsher into your bruised ass. the feeling of your tight pussy clenching him is heavenly, even holland can't deny that.

jackson's groans begin to intertwine with your whimpers as praises fall droplet by droplet from his parted lips, “you're already doing so good, take a little more for me baby, c'mon.”

a scoff flees from holland's lips until he spanks you several times in a row, “fuck, you like having a fucking cock in your mouth? i thought sluts like you only existed in pornos- you should feel how fucking soaked she is healy-” his own hand begins to slightly sting as he revels in the way you arch your back, your whimpers vibrating against jackson's cock- pulling harsher groans from the man. thick fingers run through your hair as the enforcers hips begin to introduce a sensation of grinding.

“fuck march, shut up, she's doing so good for me, already doing so perfect, huh baby?” those rough fingers trace gentle patterns onto your cheek. you begin to bob your head along the thickness of his cock, drool slipping off your lips. collecting around your chin, falling onto the girth of his pre cum dressed cock. his lips are surrendering to helpless groans as he encourages your cheeks to grow hollow, his thumb pressing the dent carefully onto the full skin.

the hand on your cheek migrates to your flowing tresses once again. the sweat building up is greeted by his fingers, combing and treating your strands to comfort. pushing the orphaned locks away from your face, “give me those pretty little eyes, c'mon princess,” always obedient, you wear an innocent gaze as your doll eyes gaze up at him, doe-like, “fuck yes, you listen so good princess.” and he's already falling to his pleasure.

the man's tepid grinds morph into desperate bucks. you've barely scarfed his cock down the depth of your throat and he swears he's already seeing stars. to amp up his desperation, he gingerly brought his pelvis closer towards your nose, introducing your throat to the fullness of his cock. immediately you gagged, the soul patch clad man behind you, ruining you, smirking so broadly.

“i know you can take it, you're doing so good for me.. fuck princess, that's it, such a good girl.” all because you're eagerly deepthroating the muscle man, the sound of your choking delighting him twistedly above all.

meanwhile holland's ramming his cock ruthlessly into your soaked cunt.

every time. he's holding your hips, slamming your ass against his pelvis so you can feel him penetrate you deeper. all while displaying a perverted grin at the sound of slapping skin, “fucking whore- mouth full of one man's cock while you let the other fuck you. you gonna let me cum inside you? pump you full of my cum?”

and shockingly enough you nod. all holland needed was the green light. but before he finally gave into those twitching sensations, he tugged on a fistful of your hair, forcing you to just barely look back at him, “you look like such a fucking whore- fucking hell..” and with those words he slapped your cheek before releasing you. minutes before releasing his hot cum into you, biting his bottom lip harshly as he soaked up the wonderous feeling. his high feeling more serendipitous.

jackson doesn't go to your unneeded aid when holland slaps your cheek, mainly because his own cock is twitching relentlessly and he so badly needs to fill your throat with his cum. an uncharacteristic whine slips out from the crevices of his lips. his balls are heavy- god the man needs to cum, you can just see it. and he does after one subtle ram into your mouth, coating your throat in his seed.

“oh god, oh god.. swallow for me baby, swallow all of it. i know you can, you were so good.” his eyes remain soft as his finger slips down to venture the curvature of your jawline. his fingertip kissing every arising goosebump.

your obedience shines once more as you merrily swallow all of his cum, leaving his cock with a pretty pop of your lips. licking your lips afterwards, still yearning for any leftovers.

abruptly holland hugs you off of all fours and onto his lap, the new angle forcing you to cry out his name, “mr march! holy shit!”

a smirk remains on his lips but only seems to broaden as he raises your hips up before plummeting them back onto his cock, delighting in every scream that ran from your tongue.

“you're gonna cum on my cock you whore, c'mon, i know a desperate whore like you is just begging to fucking cum..”

jackson feels an impetus to lean in, his thumb crafting delicate circles onto your clit whilst he leans in, “c'mon darling, cum for him, you know you can do it. i know you can do it,” he whispers, his thumb kissing your sensitive, needy bud, coated in arousal.

words don't leave your lips, only moans and whines. a few screams entangled in the bunch. you can feel yourself clench around holland, your hips and thighs beginning to quiver with anticipation as your high comes knocking on the door of your mind. and you give in, letting the sweet release bombard you. holland can feel the intensity, he's groaning so loudly in pleasure. feeling pleased with your submissiveness towards every single one of his requests. jackson doesn't let up however, he assists you in riding out the high with palming your clit. his rough palm, the aged lines, adding onto the experience. the texture toying with your abused clit.

“oh, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh god- oh mr march- oh mr healy.” everything is chopped however, leaving your mouth at different moments.

holland doesn't feel like sitting up anymore, and the man flops down. jackson meticulously brushes your hair once more, making your stunning face the focal point, “you were amazing darling, so so perfect.”

in all his sinful breathiness, with his cock still inside of you, holland speaks up, panting for anything that can relieve the lack of air in his system, his eyes still sinisterly sensual.

“don't think you'll get this cock though every time you light a building on fire.”

"mr march, can you take the cuffs off now?"

#holland march #the nice guys #holland march smut #jackson healy #holland march x reader #nice guys #ryan gosling smut #russell crowe #ryan gosling x reader #holland march fic #request managed📬#jackson healy smut #the nice guys smut #the nice guys fic #nice guys x reader #russell crowe smut

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I Will Always Find You -- Astarion x Tav -- Comparing Notes | part 3

Astarion and F!Tav live happily together for the remaining years she has, she refuses to be turned into a vampire because her faith says that her soul isn’t finished with its work yet. Tav dies of old age and leaves Astarion to put together the pieces of his broken heart. AN: Lord of Light lore taken and changed to fit the story's means. Not canonically accurate. TLDR story line stuff. This is an AU where Astarion ascends but isn't a power hungry bastard and Tav is able to help him continue healing. Wyll is immortal and the Duke. Karlach in my mind, if given a new engine would be able to live a lot longer than the usual tiefling. Another AN: idk if anyone wants tagged in this WIP but let me know.

She looked at his face, like she was Looking through him. “Interesting.” They sit together quietly for a moment. “If you want to see the others I have, you're more than welcome to come in. It's the least I owe you for this.” She pushes her hair behind her ear and tries to hide her smile, gesturing with the beacon.

Astarion thinks on the offer for a long beat. “I'd love to.” He smiles.

“Come on then." She smiles, more confidence radiating from her smile. She stands and reaches out her free hand for him to take. He takes her hand standing and collects his books into his pack. He touches Tav's headstone as he walks away following Ta’vira into the side door of the book store.

The old man from the other night raises an eye as the duo walk past him into a curtained off room behind the merchants counter. “You be good back there daughter." not overbearing but concerned nonetheless.

“Daddy I am a 30 year old woman." She snarks back playfully through the curtain.

“A 30 year old baby. My baby. Keep your hands to yourself son." The man responds.

Astarion clears his throat, caught off guard “Will do sir." He smiles an uncomfortable smile at Ta'vira.

She sets Tav's beacon on the table, waves her hand to gesture to ignore her father and gathers her other three from the bookshelf lining the back of the room. All slightly different shapes but clearly all related. She hands one to him “See what this one does.” He sighs and rolls his eyes as he asks the same question that he's said several times in the past day. He sees nothing but total darkness, until he feels a cold breeze cross his skin. He shares what he saw with Ta’vira. She purses her lips and hums in response, handing him another one and opening a well used notebook to scrawl something on a blank page. With the second one he feels a hum that is shaking like an earthquake with flashes of light zipping past his sight. He describes what he witnessed to her. She sits in thought for a moment before she stands to get a book after handing him her last one. He feels the knot in his chest tighten. He smells and tastes Tav's blood like it was the first day he fed from her at camp. He snaps himself out of the vision and tries to carefully set the beacon down. Cold sweat beading on his forehead.

“I can't explain that one to you." He blushes absentmindedly, licking his lips.

"It's got something to do with blood.” She ponders "I thought for sure a vampire would be more attuned to it.” she adds plainly.

He scoffs, taken aback, caught completely off guard and unaware how he should respond.

"Oh come off it Astarion.” She laughs and leans her forearms on the table “it's not like it's a huge secret. Or was I not supposed to see those pointed teeth in your smile?”

He casts his eyes away for a moment before returning to her face “You got me.” He chuckles, flashing her a genuine smile. He takes a breath and explains what he saw and felt “it was all Tav. It was almost like she was here, with me.” he smiles quietly to himself. “Are you really not worried about being alone with a vampire?" he asks, shocked. Not so used to a warm welcome from new people.

She is fingering through her book tracing passages with her finger. She scoffs playfully "If you were a danger to me you could have already had me by the neck several times since we met.” She turns her attention to her notebook writing quickly like her thoughts will cease to exist if she doesn't write them down right now.

He shakes his head thoroughly surprised by the nonchalant response.

“It says here that these may be more reactive when there are more people around that are connected through time or have similar histories.” Her emerald eyes stare into his as if she's looking for any inkling of a connection, the edges of her eyes crinkle as she studies him.

He softened his eyes, letting her look for whatever she needed. "Do you think we…" he asked, feeling so small.

“I guess there's no harm in trying…” she leans toward him holding Tav's beacon holding it out for him to place his hand on, their fingers brush each other's hand. He feels tingles travel up his arm and he shivers away the feeling. She reaches out her free hand for him to take.

“Your father told me to keep my hands to myself." He jokes holding his free hand over hers.

She sighs, exasperated and grabs his hand “He’ll be fine.”

Another jolt of tingles ran up his arm forcing him to smile. They both ask "What are you?”

The vision is shared, the warm light burning hotter than before, but the full figures of two people holding hands and walking toward the light. There were no details in the shapes, but they both felt like they knew the people. Like they could be the people. The figures walk to the light and walk through it. Disappearing from view.

“Woah.” Ta’vira says, setting the beacon down. “That was the most vivid I've ever seen. Ever heard of. What…” she trails off, not trying to let go of his hand.

They just look at each other. Unsure if the other saw the same thing. While holding each other's hand Astarion instinctively ran his thumb over her knuckles sensing her tension. Ta’vira relaxes and smiles as she places her now free hand on the table. “Would you tell me about her?" She asks and leans her head to the side slightly.

He smiles to himself thinking about how he could even begin to describe her to anyone. “Words just can't describe her." He chuckles “but I can try. If I do, will you finally tell me what I get to call you?" He flirts freely, admittedly a little rusty. She nods, the tips of her ears flushing. Something that Astarion certainly notices. "and promise to protect my honor if your father sees my hands, decidedly not to myself.” he raises their clasped hand slightly off the table. She rolls her eyes at him, clearly not amused.

He rambles as he describes Tav. "She was undoubtedly the best person I’ve ever met. We met in the most bizarre way, we shouldn't have met, really. But we did and I couldn't get her out of my mind from that moment. Someone so kind, and peaceful. We were in a situation that no one could have imagined, and I was scared. I hadn't been on my own for 200 years. So I thought if I had tricked her into loving me she’d protect me. She didn't fall for it, and showed me that I was worth the hard work it would take to be with me without having to wear a mask around her. She would bend over backwards or give the shirt off her back for anyone that she cared about. She didn't want to resort to violence unless it was the only option. That was something that took me years to get used to.” he pauses to chuckle.

"But” he continues “she would never let her own feelings influence those around her instead she would help you find your own peace. She helped me become the man I am today. Wyll Ravengard too. And like 5 other people who we traveled with. She didn't care for many material things, but the few things she did she would treasure those little doodads like they were Rubies. I have this little rock that is always in my pocket because she picked it out of the river on a whim and told me to “keep it forever" and that crazy woman would ask me to see it every. single. week. for the rest of her life” he laughs, pulling a plain gray pebble from the inner pocket of his jacket and putting it on the table.

"She would dance to the music in her mind whenever the mood struck her and could light up a room with her smile. There was nowhere she could go and not” he holds up one finger “either know at least one person or” he holds up a second finger “leave with new friends. And somehow she would remember each and every one of their faces and stories. Tav was the most beautiful and funny person I have ever met. Even in her dying days she was smiling and excited. She was comforting me. She said she knew that she wasn't done here. She made me promise to look for and find her again. I can still hear the melody of her voice in my mind.” He sighs a large in-love smile plastered across his face. “I'm sorry if that was too much.”

Ta’vira looks at him, a sweet smile on her face, just enjoying feeling his love for Tav filling the room. "Don't you dare apologize for that. She’s one lucky woman to have found you. I just can't help but wonder why you didn't…” she trails off implying turning her into a vampire like him pointing to her own canine tooth.

"I’m the lucky one.” he sighs “She wouldn't let me,” he shrugs, putting his Forever rock back into his pocket. “Said she needed to start again. That she wasn't done yet. Trust me I tried to convince her, but her freewill was what made her HER and I would have never dreamed of taking that from her.”

Ta’vira nods agreeing that that was the right decision. “How did she know what else she had to do?"

“She didn't" he laughs “just felt that in her soul that she wasn't done. I think she just wanted to find the answer to these bloody things." He gestures their hands to a beacons. “She was never one to leave something undone." He rolls his eyes and realizes that they're still holding hands. “How do people of your faith know that they'll return? Know that there is an answer?"

“Just blind faith I guess." Ta’vira shrugs readjusting her hand in his “like my own experience is that I can remember things from times long before I was in my current cycle. I feel like I've been everything. I've been ungodly rich, dirt floor poor, I've lived lives of crime and of pride. I've been the hero and the villain. But the Lord of Light is a constant. They are my safety. If Tav had anything similar to my experience she just wanted to be able to answer the Lord's question to finally stay in one life, and feel fulfilled and happy to move onto whatever comes next for me.”

“So if you were able to answer their question you would just…”

"Find what makes me happy and do that for as long as I can.” She giggles “I'm sure Tav wanted to answer the Lord's question to be able to happily stay with you until the sun blinked out.” She paused and continued hurriedly “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to speak for her.”

"No no, you're not saying anything she wouldn't. Anything she hadn't." He laughs “Would you believe me if I told you that that's verbatim what she said before she passed.”

Ta’vira blinked at him, cocking her brows at him "curious isn't it?”

"Uncanny.” He responds, moving his hands to brush his hair back from his face. Their conversation was punctuated by her father speaking from behind the curtain.

"Vira, do you and your new friend mind watching the counter while I fetch some lunch?”

“Sure daddy." She responds standing from her seat. “You don't have to stay. I'm sure someone in your position has plenty more important things than hanging out with a bookstore clerk."

"I don't have anything else to do.” He stands before he fully processed what she has said "What do you mean my position?” he scoffs.

She opens the curtains for them to pass through “Please, your plain clothes don't fool me. You're the only talk of the town. Lord Ancunín is back after a THIRTY year sabbatical.”

"Yet you seem unimpressed.” He coons, following her to the counter.

"It'll take a lot more than your reputation to impress me.” She jokes leaning her forearms on the counter opening a book to read.

He picks the book from her hands and sets it on the counter stepping closer to her to ask "What would it take to impress you?”

"I'm not sure.” She pushes him back playfully with one hand on his arm and picks up her book again, opening it to read “You're a smart man, I'm sure you'll figure it out.”

He chuckles and leans his hips back into the counter folding his sleeves up smiling to himself “Cheeky." He tuts crossing his arms.

The two talk some, and stand in comfortable silence for a while. A few customers come in to look, a few buy books and a few are shocked seeing lord Ancunín behind the counter of the little shop. Eventually Ta’vira’s father came back to the building with a look of approval on his face seeing Astarion organizing stacks of books on a new shelf.

“Putting your new friend to work already? I've gotta say, that's impressive son." He says setting the box of food on the counter.

Astarion smirks and cocks an eyebrow to Ta’vira and mouths impressive. She rolls her eyes hard and reaches into the box pulling out two wrapped sandwiches and begrudgingly hands one to him.

“Thanks daddy."she kisses him on the cheek.

He nods and asks his daughter, but looking at his guest “Does your new friend have a name?"

“Astarion, sir." he answers

“Little Star, from the old language." He muses as if recalling the whole old language and placing it in a timeline “How'd you meet my daughter, Astarion?"

“In the cemetery, our paths just crossed when she interrupted my conversations with my loved ones” he earns a jab in the ribs causing him and her father to chuckle “But really, just happened upon each other's company in the cemetery."

“A quick wit, maybe you'll finally have some competition Vira.” Her father laughs into his sandwich “What were you two doing back there anyway? Nothing unspeakable I hope.”

She groans into her hand aggressively, turning the page of her book. “We were studying the beacons. He had one so we wanted to compare notes.”

Her father's breath catches for a moment "Is that so… did you figure anything out?”

"Nothing really” she shrugs, Astarion hears the tinge of a lie in her tone. “Just more of the same stuff, but he did have similar visions to mine."

“That is uncommon.” He hums “If you plan on coming around more often I might have to put you on the payroll Son, you are doing a wonderful job holding those books. But we do have shelves for that though.” He jokes pointing out that Astarion has stood in the same place with the same books, staring at his daughter.

This is my first time doing a taglist, I hope it works.

Taglist:

@zoeloveslotr @silverfangmarks @prudent-nerd

#astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion x tav #bg3 astarion #bg3 #astarion fluff #astarion fa #bg3 fanart #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #astarion long fic #soft ascended astarion #soft astarion #astarion x mc #astarion romance

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rttnpnkpmpkn · 21 days

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Aww thank you! Sorry that this ask took so long, mostly because I had to really sit down and meditate on how I want to answer this, especially when it comes to naming the wonderful people who helped made my online experience worth staying for ^^ I can't really pinpoint just a few people because it's pretty unfair to the others who come and go my way and had a part in my character development lolol.

I want to thank my online friends who we've made it through thick and thin whenever something catches on fire. (Y'all know who you are 💖). I had serious anxiety and trust issues, and I still continue working on it but my friends helped provide the breakthrough I needed to get to where I am today. They're my pillar whether they realized it or not and I hope I don't do them much disservice in the future *sweat*. Thank you for all the laughs and everything you do! I know my interactions come off as lukewarm (I'm very introverted, so my battery is busted as hell) compared to how you chat with others, but it's been an enjoyable experience from my POV regardless. Y'all get a huge boop from me!

I'm also sorry that it didn't work out with those in which we left on unamicable terms, they do also have a part in building more to my worldview and life lessons learned after all this. Life is short to hold grudges and stress, so I will wish that they too meet their peace along the way, even in separate rooms. I also have my moments where my handling and problem-solving skills need work, and I can only move forward and improve on the next with my communication skills. I really can't blame others for having a negative view on me because I know I could've handled things better. The answer just had to come later after that point 😓. Take care and may time be kinder to y'all.

I very much want to thank you and every random peep who took their time to comment and like my works! I cannot reply tp all of them because sometimes my energy be too drained to catch up with them all but it really makes me smile reading them! I'm taking notes from y'all~ xD

There are a whole lot of reasons but I'm making stuff to have something to look forward to. So many disappointments in life and circumstances beyond control, I was thinking," it doesn't matter if it's gonna be lost to time, if nobody is making this SHIZZ happen NOW, I'll do it myself!! (though that's too overconfident of myself since I lack the skills to do it justice lol) ." So even if it's been a waste of time in hindsight, it won't feel that way *during* it lol. I didn't realize then it would have resonate and be enjoyed by fellows on the same boat. Even if the campfire is small, the quality of company is better than the quantity. Though the only benefits to offer are inside jokes if you've been there heheh...

TLDR: It's been quite a journey to get to where I am. I have many people to thank for helping me learn, and thanks for being what I want to see in a community. Be well and have a nice one! 🥰🙏

#pumpkin thoughts #ask a pumpkin 🎃#not art

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taavisplushies · 8 months

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How are you doing today???

hi thanks for asking! rn i am doing fine! but earlier i had a big scare and almost had to call 911 :(

TLDR: my pain wasn’t too bad so i went to the thrift store, but it suddenly got worse and i collapsed to the floor and had to lay there for a while. it was embarrassing.

basically i thought i was doing better, so i decided to go to the thrift store. walking through the store made my pain worse but i ignored it. while looking for plushies however my pain got extremely bad.

it was excruciating pain. i literally collapsed to the floor and laid there for so long. i was drenched in sweat and i felt like i was gonna pass out. people were staring at me too. it was so embarrassing… :(

after some time i was able to sit up, and i texted my mom and she came and helped me. i was barely able to walk. when i got home i used a heating pad and a bunch of pain meds and i’m feeling better now (pain wise).

i wasn’t able to search through the plushie bin very much but i was able to find 2 plushies! a webkinz tie dye puppy and a white douglas puppy :)

i almost didn’t buy them because of the whole barely being able to walk thing but my mom paid for them while i sat on the floor. thank you mom!!!

i was really excited because i’ve never seen a douglas dog plush at the thrift store before! it was super cool. i don’t know which one it is though… but it’s very cute and fluffy.

hopefully i’ll be able to wash up the doggies and share photos of them soon :)

#ask #oops im rambling #text

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dangantums · 2 months

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If you're still doing asks, can we get to.gami doting on preg!nae.gi?

I am so sorry for the delay omfg,,,, but I finally got to it,,,,

Boutique

this fic contains: mpreg, fluff, belly rubs

ship: n.aegami

TLDR: b.yakuya and m.akoto go shopping for baby clothes.

Byakuya adjusted his cufflinks with precision as he stood inside an upscale baby boutique that Makoto, his heavily pregnant partner, dragged him to. The heir wasn’t necessarily a fan of shopping – but, for their baby girl on the way, it was… worth it.

The blonde began to walk down the clothing aisle with an air of unmatched pride and elegance. Beside him, Makoto waddled slightly, cradling his round belly with one hand. His pregnant belly protruded prominently from his usually slender and small frame, rounded and firm beneath the fabric of his maternity shirt. Every curve and contour of his abdomen was accentuated, the swell of his belly stretching the fabric to its limit. Despite the overwhelming heaviness of his round belly, Makoto was glowing with excitement. He couldn't wait to pick out adorable outfits for their little princess.

"Makoto, are you sure you're up for this?" Byakuya asked, his concern veiled behind his usual stoic and uptight facade.

"Of course!” Makoto beamed, glancing up into Byakuya’s icy blue eyes. “I've been looking forward to this all week!” He waddled to the rack, shuffling through it for a brief moment. "Look, Byakuya! Isn’t this just the cutest?" Makoto eventually cooed, holding up the obnoxiously frilly and pink dress he spotted in the rack.

Byakuya examined it with a critical eye, his lips forming a slight frown. "It's... acceptable."

Makoto let out a playful snort, putting it back. He then continued to peruse the racks. Byakuya approached from behind, standing next to Makoto, his discerning eye scrutinizing each garment for quality and style. Lithe fingers ran over soft fabrics and patterns, yet none spoke to him.

"Byakuya, what about these?" Makoto asked, holding up a tiny pair of silk pajamas embroidered with delicate flowers. “Aren’t they nice?”

This time, Byakuya couldn't deny the appeal. "Indeed. Very well, we'll take it. Put it in the cart.”

As Makoto placed the pajamas in their cart, he glanced at Byakuya with a tender smile, his heart swelling with love for both Byakuya and their unborn daughter. "Thank you for doing this with me, Byakuya. I know shopping isn't exactly your favorite activity."

Byakuya's expression softened ever so slightly. "It's... tolerable, when it's for our daughter." Makoto could’ve sworn he saw the corners of Byakuya’s cheeks twitch, threatening to form a smile.

The pair continued shopping. Together, they carefully selected a variety of onesies, sleepers, and outfits, ensuring each piece met Byakuya's high standards of sophistication while still being comfortable for their precious bundle of joy. As time went on, Byakuya found himself surprisingly invested in the process, his heart softening with each tiny garment he imagined their daughter wearing. And with each item they chose, Makoto's excitement grew, his smile infectious as he imagined dressing their daughter in the adorable outfits they had selected together.

As they continued to make their way through the store, Makoto's steps gradually slowed, his hand instinctively resting on the small of his back as he winced slightly and a wave of fatigue washed over him. The weight of their unborn daughter pressed heavily against his abdomen. Byakuya noticed the change in his demeanor and turned to him with concern etched in his features.

"Naegi, are you alright?" Byakuya inquired, his voice laced with worry.

Makoto forced a smile, though beads of sweat dotted his forehead. "I'm okay, just feeling a bit tired… and achy.”

Without hesitation, Byakuya guided Makoto to a nearby bench, helping him ease down with careful hands. Makoto gratefully sank onto the bench with a sigh, his swollen belly protruding prominently. Byakuya sat down next to him, his hands instinctively resting on Makoto's rounded abdomen. He gently rubbed circles on the stretched skin, feeling the baby's movements beneath his fingertips. Makoto leaned back, closing his eyes as he savored the comforting sensation. Byakuya's touch was soothing, easing the strain that pregnancy had placed on his body.

"Oh, that feels so good..." Makoto murmured.

Byakuya felt the slight flutter of movement beneath his fingertips. He marveled at the sensation, a swell of warmth filling his chest.

"She's quite active today, isn't she?" Byakuya remarked, his gaze softening as he looked at Makoto. The brunette nodded in response.

They sat there for a moment, basking in the intimacy of the moment. Byakuya continued to rub Makoto's belly in slow, soothing circles, his touch a comforting presence amidst the bustling activity of the store. He whispered words of reassurance and love, his voice a soft murmur that only Makoto could hear. Then, the heir placed gentle kisses along Makoto’s cheek.

“Hmm, Byakuya?” Makoto asked gently, fatigue prominent in his voice.

“Yes, my love?” Byakuya replied softly.

“I love you. Thank you for being with me.”

“I love you too. And our little girl.”

#stuffed ronpa #stuffedronpa #mpreg fic #mpreg #m.akoto n.aegi #m.akoto naegi #b.yakuya togami #b.yakuya t.ogami #nae.gami

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