#until i get excited then i explode and die

[bedforddanes75]

i was sick in december and it was the first time i was sick since i was like 7 or something and i miss it a lot but also it was WILD. like i was at the library and had been feeling sick all day but i was w my friends and i just went " ? please hold " walked to the bathroom (very calmly) and puked. i cant explain the vibe of it. it was so mad. like it was so chill. i left the bathroom and drank a full glass of water then waited about 4 seconds and then puked it all back up and then got driven home and i was wearing a nice shirt and i was like i am absolutely not getting sick on this so i undressed and i was just butt ass naked in my bathroom for a bit and then i went and got my dressing gown because as stated previously it was december and about two degrees celcius and then i was like ok im not moving im gonna wait for my mum so i can ask if i can stay in her bed in case i need to be sick again (im usually on a different floor to the bathroom so. bad) and then i ended up sat on the stairs wearing nothing but a tatty old dressing gown for like two hours and i could barely feel any part of me by the time she found me and it was Bad but also it was a vibe but then i went to bed and i was like ok im sleeping and i slept for an hour or so but i was so bored after that and no longer tired so i watched two full seasons of hannibal. best two days of my life. like i couldnt even adjust my body because it made me so nauseous so i just had to stay in the same position from like half 5 in the afternoon to midnight. mad. i miss it. anyway sorry i just wanted to talk about how great of an experience it was

[thewritetofreespeech]

I really think Gale needs to know that he is competent and good at things even without his magic/ without doing his magic.

Gale× woman girlfriend tav where they have soft sex and Gale want to enhance the experience with his magic, but reader shows him that he doesn't need to.

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When Tav told him that she loved him back, he thought his chest might explode from just pure excitement & relief. Not the orb.

He had been fairly certain that Tav felt the same as him. Mentally reviewed all their moments together. Stolen glances. That moment in the Weave that still seemed to linger on his fingertips even now. But one was never sure of these things until they happened. And given how his last ‘grand gesture’ had ended, Gale was nervous that this would be another defeat as well. Yet to be accepted, to be loved in return by someone he respected & admired again, Gale could die a happy man. Should the right moment Elminster spoke of was to come.

For now, however, he wanted to focus on the now. He wanted it to be perfect. A vision, just like Tav was to him. To show her how deep his affection was for her, even with their short time together. He had it all planned. To show her his home. To show him where he found the most peace and solace when not at her side. Then to make love in the way of the gods by a perfect mending of souls & mind. It would be perfect.

Yet when he told Tav of his plan, she denied him. Saying that she didn’t want illusions, just him.

“Are you sure?” Gale was caught off guard by her response. Expecting that, when offered the opportunity to experience what so few mortals could, she would jump at the chance. Even with his limitations on the Weave between the tadpole and Mystra’s bars, Gale knew he could get them close to his experience in the heavens. He wanted that for both of them. More than what these simple husks of flesh could bide them. “I can do more than woo you. I could wow you.”

Tav chuckled at his comment. Amused, even though he was being totally serious, and reaffirmed that she wanted the man, not the magic.

Gale was entirely nervous at this point but tried not to show it. He had a plan and all that was out the window. What was he supposed to do now?? The wizard endeavored to stay calm and continue with at least the original plan of being with Tav. He didn’t know if they would have a moment like this again and he would be gods damned if he was going to waste it.

Conjuring just a small bit of magic for a bed, as his back would never recover from making love on the hard ground, Gale smiled when he saw Tav fall back on it playfully. She was always so funny. This odd kind of silly mixed with bravery. Gale couldn’t remember the last time he had been with someone who was silly. Mystra was always so serious, and her wizard acolytes from his school days were no different.

He watched Tav sit up on the bed. Beckoning him over with a look and gesture of her hand that held more magic in it to command than any spell Gale could conjure. He had to obey.

Climbing onto the bed with her, Gale leaned in to kiss Tav a second time. Deeper than the first. Her lips were soft, but a little chapped from their journey. It was warm though. That heat seemed to fill Gale to his bones. He’d forgotten what it was like being with a mortal after so much time with an immortal. Mystra always seemed happy with their coupling. Open and willing to reciprocate, but it was always incorporeal for them. Gale had made offers to pleasure her in other ways. Use what skills he had to please his goddess, but she always declined. As if unwilling to let her once mortal body turn divine be touched in any way resembling a human. At the time Gale had been contented with that. But with the clarity that distance and perspective could now offer, he could now see the benefits of both.

Gale gasped into their kiss as he felt Tav’s fingers brush over the front of his tunic. Down from his chest to his belly. The muscles twitch even with the slightest touch. He had forgotten about that too. Touch.

He moved from kissing Tav’s lips down to her neck. Her breath hitched as her pulse hammered against his lips. Feeling her life’s drum just there against her skin. Gale could understand why Astarion was so tempted now. As he kissed her neck and collarbone, his fingers danced over her body. Gale may not have magic in his fingers when it came to locks, but he was certainly dexterous enough to be able to do lacings & the like. Their garments melting away as if by actual magic.

Gale took a moment to push up on his hands and get a full look at Tav. She was beautiful. Radiant. The light on her skin. The pert of her breasts in the night air. The imperfections of scars, freckles, and spots here & there all perfect. The perfection of realism.

The wizard swooped back down to finish kissing Tav all the way down. Moving to her sternum. Toying with her breasts. The weight of them soft but noticeable as he worked them in his hand. He moaned in tandem with Tav as her fingers brushed into his hair as he suckled at her breast. Feeling her there, reciprocating, listening to her enjoy what he was doing to her, Gale thought he might burst. He was so hard, and the bedding he had conjured provided little relief to the pressure as he rubbed against it.

Gale continued his path down. Kissing over Tav’s stomach until he came to the apex between her thighs. “Can you open a little more for me, my love?” He was hesitant to use the term of endearment. Fearful that he might have pushed too far. Perhaps they were not ready for pet names. But when he saw Tav part for him with a shy little smile, he decided he would call her that every day.

Her scent flowed up to him as her legs parted. Sweet yet sensual. Gale felt his mouth literally water in reflex. How long had it been since he tasted a woman fully? How longer still had it been since he’d done this with a woman that he loved?

Even with the lapse in time, it was like a fish to water for Gale. Based on Tav’s moans & shutters he had not forgotten how to please with his verbose, practiced tongue. He swiped up through her center, teasing the nub at the cleft, before sliding back down to collect her sweet honey. His hands massaged her thighs which were warm and lax by his ears. Gods. How had he gone so long without this in his life? He felt like a starving man sat down in front of his first meal.

Gale moaned into her cunt as he felt Tav reach for him between her legs. Fingers in his hair. Gripping and pulling in pleasure. His cock was already rock hard but it jutted in excitement with every tightening of her fingers. He made quick work to finish lest he truly embarrass himself on their first rendezvous.

Tav cried out as she came. Her thighs tightening in his hand. She looked beautiful lying there all spent. The slightest hint of perspiration on her skin illuminated in the moonlight. Gale had seen gods, but he could think of no sight finer.

He crawled over Tav again until they were nose to nose. “Are you sure?” He wanted to ask again. Maybe she had changed her mind? Maybe this was enough for him to hope for?

Tav just wrapped her arms around his neck and braced her knees against his side. “Do it.”

The commanding voice sent a shiver down Gale’s spine. Enough to make him almost cum right there. He restrained himself and reached down to moisten his cock with spittle and pre-cum. Then he lined up with Tav’s entrance and pushed forward.

The two of them moaned. Gale did not expect how hot inside her would be, how tight. With Mystra everything was so open and vast. The vastness of eternity and the Weave open to them to express their feelings. Here, with Tav, everything seemed to file down to a single point. A single moment. Just the two of them in the whole wide world. Gale moved his hips back and pressed forward again. Starting a slow, easy rhythm. He wanted this moment to last forever; or at least as long as possible.

Tav held on to him and moved her hips back to meet him. The perfect partnership, just like their adventure. Gale leaned down to kiss her and was met with equal passion. Tongues melding, gasping breaths, hearts racing. Everywhere Tav touched him seemed to leave a burning trail across his body, waiting to consume him. Had it always been like this with mortals and he had just forgotten? No. Gale knew he would remember this if it had happened. It had to be Tav.

His hips sped up and Tav rose to meet him with glee. He could feel that he was going to climax soon, and it became his single focus for the next few moments before stumbled in his thrust with a low, powerful moan. White hot flashes across his eyes as he was sure was spilling inside her.

Gale broke from a final kiss with Tav in their coupling and rested his head against hers. He felt tired, but indeed sated as he anticipated he would be. Complete. Should the world and the orb come to swallow him whole, Gale would be able to do it with but one regret now on his mind. That he couldn’t be with her longer.

The wizard carefully dislodged himself from Tav and pulled her close with the conjured blanket to wrap them in. “We’ll need to head back before morning.” He reasoned. The others would come looking for them, and his spell of stars would not last forever. But it would for a little while longer. For now, he just wanted to spend the remainder of the night with Tav in his arms. As a man. As two lovers. Not a wizard and adventure on a path to save the world. Just him and Tav.

[sourco0kie]

https://www.tumblr.com/sourco0kie/775427187568525312/self-aware-au?source=share

Hey loved this and found it so interesting...and got an idea for a whole self aware au...possibly could be a series if you find it fun enough to write...already love what you did with this first writing and defiantly wanna see it in action and your take on this:

Self aware au...cowardly y/n. Just imagine a y/n who gets sucked into the game and is so nervous about the story because of the fights, rivalries, and etc...like they know the story of cookie run so they are TERRIFIED at first when they first enter the world...maybe nervous at first when the cookies become self aware but scared when actually in the world as themselves but a cookie form...just a powerless cookie!

Cue them getting dragged through story, thinking they are gonna die...but here is twist, especially because of this writing I really liked: the cookies adore them! So every time they think they are about to die or get caught in the crossfire? Nope, they are perfectly safe and loved! Can't wait to see all the hilarious senarios of y/n panicking and thinking 'this isn't gonna end well for me' only to be immediately proven wrong via y/n being protected, comforted, or whatever you want lol!

AAAA I LOVE THIS IDEA!

Ideas are exploding in my head!

Self Aware Au

W/cowardly!Reader

You don't know how but you have been sucked into the game. At first you just wanna relax on the couch then suddenly, poof, you're in the game.

The first to meet you was the team. They saved you from a couple of cake hounds and cake wolves. You introduce yourself to them and oh what a wrong move.

Gingerbrave was instantly all over you, fawning on about you and finally excited to meet you. Both Pure Vanilla Cookie and Wizard Cookie were questioning how you got here.

That aside, Gingerbrave insists on having you travel with them. At first you don't agree, saying you rather not, already knowing what will happen next with all the spoiler episodes you watched. Wizard Cookie agrees with you until Gingerbrave literally begged for you to come.

Geez just like how you begged for new cookies to come home in your gacha.

You gave in and went with their adventure, honestly all the time traveling you felt bad. Not having the skill to do.. anything. They would reassure you every time, "It's okay.. [Name] Cookie. Just getting to know you along the way was a gift."

Gift? Okay Pure Vanilla..

Finally all of you arrived at the place, Beast-Yeast. Being there somehow gives you the chills, the crawling feelings of being watched.

You all met Elder Faerie Cookie. Soon White Lily Cookie. You both introduce yourself, luckily (or unluckily which ever you wanna see it) she doesn't seem to recognize you from outside the screen.

It's all great, until you meet him. Oh how the presence just makes you wanna coward back and run. Hide away from everything. Not to mention you can't do anything. And he can do anything he wants.

"Oh. I see I have quite an audience here! I am SO terribly sorry to have kept you waiting!!"

You froze, you can't move even as your mind screams at you to run. It wasn't scary when you passed this episode.. why is it now? Why do you feel fear now? Is it because you couldn't do anything, like closing the game?

"But now... The wait is over!"

Move your body, run! Anything!

"Your favorite trickster is here!

The sharp stares of his eyes, lands directly at you. Your body shakes. You know what will happen! You know what's next! But why are you still afraid? You expected this long ago!..

Oh what some silly thoughts!

Gingerbrave put a stance between you and the beast. He seems as scared as you are but.. he's determined enough to protect you. They all did.

The faerie kingdom fell into deceit, playing lies and truth like a game for fun. Shadow Milk Cookie returns once in a while to tell the stories Elder Faerie Cookie told them. But different.

It goes like you expected so you wouldn't fall for his lies easily. In one of the plays he described you. The divine, watching over them, Oh they were saddened when the five original power holders fell and sealed away.

No you were not.

At the end you watched as the team defeated the trickster. After he tried to swoop you away from them.

You watched both Pure Vanilla Cookie and White Lily Cookie exchange. Now you don't know where to go. You're lost without a home or anything. But they, accept you into The team with open arms. You have no choice either way, as you follow them to the next adventure.

[itsbenedict]

so in an effort to be slightly less out-of-touch, i went and watched all of Skibidi Toilet the other day. (at present, the whole series is about the length of a feature film, so this wasn't too big a lift.)

what surprised me is just... how totally normal it was. like, it's not at all difficult to describe. people big it up as this incomprehensible thing that's emblematic of a generation gap, but it's. not.

the plot is: there's toilets with human heads in them that go "skibidi dom dom dom yes yes, skibidi dabbadul neef neef". they can move despite a lack of ambulatory appendages. this is wacky and unsettling, but the chief question is: Do They Win In A Fight Against Some Robots With Cameras For Heads?

it's an action movie about a war against an alien invasion. that's it. less than the first thirty seconds of it are anarchic GMod YTP insanity- it develops a plot almost immediately. the plot is paper-thin and conveyed almost entirely without dialogue, existing to set up giant robot fights and zombie apocalypse jumpscares.

who are these factions? why are they fighting? you aren't failing to get it because the kids these days are on some totally different psychic wavelength. the show simply does not give a shit about this question. here are some bad guys! here are some good guys! they're going to do explosions and punches at each other for roughly two minutes until the perspective camera is abruptly destroyed in the crossfire somehow.

it is a remarkably competently-shot action movie. the fight scenes are weighty and satisfying and have lots of exciting little twists and turns as the two sides pull increasingly bigger weapons and gadgets out of their asses. the production gets more elaborate over time, and it's a pretty stellar example of what machinima is capable of. genuinely good at the things it's trying to do.

it does kinda fall down a little later, as it attempts to develop Characters and Deepest Lore after kind of not caring about that for most of its runtime. the decision to have "dialogue" almost exclusively in the form of incomprehensible heavily-filtered backwards speech with no subtitles is probably rewarding for die-hard Skibidi-heads who have the time on their hands to mess with the audio and uncover all the hidden messages, but it means you are not going to understand anything anyone is saying on a normal watch.

the action suffers from this decision a little bit towards the end, as for reasons that completely fail to come across, the toilets appear to have broken into their own factions and start fighting each other and forming various alliances, which disrupts the simplicity of the setup and makes it hard to determine who's winning a fight at any given time. a giant scary toilet man just exploded! was that bad, or good? listen, don't worry about it. all you need to know is that these things are going to keep happening until DaFuqBoom gets bored.

it's like a... 7/10, shallow but enjoyable. easy to see why kids like it. not going to give you any deeper insights into the Kids These Days, but there's worse ways to spend a couple hours.

(the most confusing thing to me is how something this straightforward got a reputation for crossing some sort of rubicon of cultural alienation. did everyone born in the 20th century who talks about this show just watch eighteen seconds of it and give up???)

[ilions-end]

i finished statius' ACHILLEID. thoughts thoughts thoughts:

i knew going in it was a VERY short unfinished epic, but i didn't know it would be FUN?? if i ever get that time machine, FIRST THING i go back and find one publius papinius statius, i lock him in a room, and i'm NOT letting him out until he's finished the achilleid!

achilles is statius' BLORBO in a way neither homer, quintus nor virgil have blorbos. statius likes achilles to be strong and pretty and graceful, but most of all ENDEARING even when he fails. and he fails a lot, because this is him still figuring out how to be an adult, not to mention a prophesied legend literally everyone is waiting for to step up

the one thing that gets tiring is just how many prophecies permeate the achilleid. nothing's left to chance, there are so few unknowns. even ODYSSEUS was aware that from peleus' wedding there would come a child destined to be a central warrior in an upcoming gigantic war.

as it stands, the achilleid is more of a... thetisiad? she is very centered in the narrative (we spend more time looking at things from her point of view than achilles') and there is SO MUCH SYMPATHY for her, oh my gosh!! she loves ONE person, her son, the only worthwhile thing she got out of a traumatizing marriage, and she despairs that he's fated to die young in a silly human war.

also i'm a deidamia defender forever now. so three-dimensional, so clever!

aughhh i love how much characterization statius puts in, even in the small scenes! my favourite example is odysseus and diomedes as they walk up to lycomedes' place (literally just moving characters from A to B). diomedes teases odysseus, and odysseus is delighted to be teased. that night we're told odysseus CAN'T SLEEP because he's too excited about showing off his plan the next morning!

the unveiling of achilles is completely different from the chagrined defeat/"achilles is a fucking idiot" ways i've heard it retold! i love that it's collaborative, it's a mutual triumph. it's just as much achilles (who's been suffering in gender dysphoria hell for a year) longing to be exposed as it is odysseus LIVING for showing everyone (especially diomedes?) how clever he is. it's not just the shield and the spear and the bugle, it's odysseus playing the part of the siren, whispering in achilles' ear that he knows who he is and describing how glorious he will be on the trojan battlefield. it's achilles' grateful relief at being ALLOWED not to pretend anymore as he rips off his own dress even before the bugle calls

also it's very important to me that the moment he's no longer hunching over trying to make himself look small and inoffensive, we're told achilles is taller than both odysseus and diomedes

i KEEP IMAGINING how good statius would have made the rest!! especially because as book ii ends, achilles regards odysseus as a cool uncle; he's the guy who rescued him! i want to think statius would have put in the big mystery quarrel achilles and odysseus are said to have had early in the war, something to drastically change that affection. i want to know how statius would have handled troilus, and the gods. augh statius you roman BLUEBALLER

an assortment of story beats still revolving in my head:

chiron is such a sweetheart!! he's SO gallant with thetis, he's so affectionate with achilles. he HIDES HIS TEARS when achilles leaves, awww

statius writes out phoinix completely. as a phoinix stan i object. sure chiron can raise young achilles, but i NEED phoinix to tend to him as a baby

i enjoy how achilles EXPLODES into a mess of teenagerly hormones when he first sees deidaima. it's so funny that thetis is looking on (and we get my favourite simile of the achilleid, of a herdsman delighting in a young bull snorting and foaming at a beautiful heifer) like "aaaaand there's my son's sexual awakening. i see! well, we can use that" and THAT explains why achilles is so willing to commit to the female disguise

(listen. listen. few things mean more to me than the love between achilles and patroclus. but achilles is a teenage boy at the age when a fucking breeze will give him a boner, and deidamia is the most beautiful and the cleverest of her sisters. i really enjoy a story where achilles and deidamia are neither "fated eternal true love" or one's a sneaky opportunist. it's much more compelling that they're both knots of budding emotions and bodily feedback)

i notice that statius never uses the name pyrrha, he doesn't seem to have a fake name at all, just "achilles' sister"

lycomedes is SO honoured and proud that thetis is entrusting her daughter to him. i feel sorry for lycomedes, he seems so earnest and hasn't done anything to get tricked

the one thing i can't forgive statius for is that after spending SO much time establishing that achilles and deidamia (who knows he's a guy) are genuinely into each other, it feels like statius goes OUT OF HIS WAY assuring us that their first sexual encounter is rape. sure they talk right after, deidamia forgives him, AND i understand there are social rules that makes deidamia more "honourable" and "worthy" when she resists, but like. sigh.

aLONG with the previously mentioned interplay between odysseus and diomedes as they walk up to lycomedes' court, there's a simile where they're both starving wolves on the hunt. so sexy it's almost illegal

the feast scene is SO FUNNY omg. all of achilles' careful feminine training dissolving because odysseus and diomedes are there with their boundless masculinity for him to feed off of. deidamia practically WRESTLING achilles back down on the couch every time he forgets himself and behaves too much like a man. odysseus chatting with lycomedes SPECIFICALLY trying to rile up achilles, and then after the women have left (achilles dragging his feet and looking back, YEARNING for their male company) odysseus specifically praises the maiden's "almost masculine" beauty (because ohh he suspects. he just needs to prove it in the morning. he can't SLEEP for it)

when they depart, achilles earnestly swears to deidamia that no other women shall ever bear his children. i find it interesting as a reminder of the social rules of its era. neither of them expect achilles to be sexually exclusive, just not fathering potential heirs. which again makes me wonder about the contraceptives in ancient greece

on the ship towards aulis, diomedes begs achilles to tell them all about his feats and training with chiron, and achilles is so shy about it! who can blame him! diomedes has a WAY more impressive track record

odysseus is SO good at firing up achilles' outrage at paris even as he's just catching him up on what the war's about. and he's so pleased at how easily achilles' outrage can be directed! you KNOW that would have developed in such an interesting way AUGH THE REST WOULD HAVE BEEN SO GOOD.

[hisfavegirl]

Aegon Reaction to Your Pole Dancing Video in instgram.

Thanks to @zaldritzosrose for letting me using your beautiful dividers

Aegon Targaryen was not amused.

It started with a notification—his phone buzzing lazily in his hand as he lay sprawled on the couch. He wasn’t expecting anything exciting, maybe some mindless scrolling. And then he saw it.

Your Instagram post.

A video.

Of you.

Pole dancing.

The slow, teasing way your body moved, the way your hands gripped the pole, the way your hips swayed so effortlessly—it was enough to make his mouth go dry. Enough to make his blood fucking boil.

But the worst part? The comments.

“Goddamn.”

“I need a moment.”

“She can ruin me, and I’d thank her.”

“Aegon is the luckiest man alive. If he fumbles, I’m next.”

Aegon saw red.

His jaw clenched as his grip tightened around his phone, nearly cracking it in his hand. His knee bounced aggressively, his body vibrating with jealousy and rage.

He was already dialing your number.

No answer.

His teeth ground together. He didn’t care if you were out. He didn’t care what you were doing. He needed to handle this.

So he sent a text instead.

Aegon: Delete the video. Now.

Seen. No reply.

A muscle in his jaw twitched. Fine. You wanted to play? He’d play.

Less than twenty minutes later, he was storming through your door. You barely had time to react before he was there, grabbing your phone right out of your hand.

“What the hell, Aegon—”

“You think this is funny?” His voice was low, dark, dangerous. His eyes burned into you, stormy with jealousy. “Posting that video? Letting other men drool over you like you’re some—some—”

Your brows furrowed. “I’m some what, Aegon?”

He exhaled sharply, nostrils flaring. His fingers raked through his silver-blond hair, his other hand still gripping your phone. “You know exactly what you’re doing,” he growled. “You wanted attention? Congratulations, you got it. And now I get to deal with a bunch of pathetic little fucks thinking they have a chance with my girl.”

Your lips parted slightly at his words.

My girl.

Possessive. Jealous. Fuming. And absolutely turned on.

“Aegon, it was just a video,” you tried, softer now. “It’s not that deep.”

His gaze flicked to yours, intense and unreadable. And then, in a flash, he had you pinned against the wall.

“You think it’s not that deep?” he murmured, voice dropping into something dark and wicked. His hands gripped your waist, firm, demanding. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

You swallowed hard. You knew that look.

“You don’t post shit like that unless it’s for me,” he growled, pressing his forehead against yours. “So tell me, sweetheart—how do you plan on making it up to me?”

The internet lost its mind.

Aegon Targaryen was already known for being bold, cocky, and possessive—but this? This was a declaration.

The video was barely a few seconds long, yet it was utterly devastating.

A perfect mirror shot.

You, on top of him, body arching in pure abandon. moaning his name like a needy girl you're.

His hand gripping your hair, pulling just enough to make you tilt your head back.

And him? Smirking. Lazy, smug, like a man who had just won the ultimate prize.

The caption?

“If she wants attention, she’ll get it—from me.”

The internet exploded.

— “WHAT THE HELL, AEGON?! WE WERE JUST ADMIRING HER POLE DANCING, NOT ASKING FOR THIS ATTACK.”

— “He really said ‘MY GIRL’ in the loudest way possible.”

— “I was happy being delusional until this man reminded me that I’m single as hell.”

— “I’m blocking both of you for my mental health.”

— “Not him marking his territory in 4K.”

— “Aegon just dropped the most toxic, possessive, jealous boyfriend move and we’re all jealous??”

— “This is revenge for the pole dancing vid and we ALL lost.”

— “I need Aegon Targaryen erased from history before I die of envy.”

— “The way she’s arching though… girl, blink twice if you need help.”

The video spread like wildfire. Within minutes, it was on every fan page, every meme account, every thirst edit. People were breaking down in the comments, screaming, crying, throwing their phones.

And Aegon?

He was loving every second of it.

The moment Aegon posted that video, the family group chat turned into absolute chaos.

FAMILY GROUP CHAT: Family Therapy Session.

— Alicent: Aegon. Targaryen. DELETE THAT RIGHT NOW.

— Helaena: …why is this the first thing I see when I open Instagram?

— Aemond: Have you lost your damn mind?

— Daemon: LMAO. This is so embarrassing for the rest of you.

— Rhaenyra: Alicent, come get your son.

— Jace: Bro. You need therapy.

— Luke: I DID NOT NEED TO SEE THAT.

— Baela: I’m blocking both of you.

— Rhaenys: I have never been more ashamed to share blood with any of you.

— Daemon: Weak move. If you really wanted to mark her, you should’ve made sure it wasn’t mirror-friendly.

— Viserys : Even I would’ve taken your phone away for this.

Meanwhile, in the Instagram comments:

— AlicentHightower: I have failed as a mother.

— HelaenaTargaryen: The bugs didn’t warn me about this.

— AemondOneEye: This is why I tell people we aren’t related.

— JacaerysVelaryon: @YourUsername, blink twice if you need rescuing.

— RhaenyraTargaryen: Can someone explain why I’m tagged in this??

— DaemonTargaryen: This is why he’s my favorite nephew.

— CristonCole: Disgraceful.

Aegon, of course, was thriving in the chaos.

He sent one message in the group chat and muted it.

— Aegon: Don’t like it? Unfollow. 😘

The knock on the door was loud—not the casual kind, but the type that promised trouble. Aegon barely had time to pull on a shirt before the door swung open. His mother stormed in first, followed by Aemond, Helaena, and Jace, all wearing various degrees of rage, horror, and exhaustion. Daemon strolled in last, looking amused as hell.

Alicent was seething, her face flushed with pure mortification.

“Aegon. What in the name of the Seven was that?”

He stretched lazily, unfazed. “A video.”

“A video?” Aemond repeated, his voice sharp. “You mean the public video of you and her—IN YOUR BED—posted for the entire world to see?”

Jace looked traumatized, hands on his hips, as if he didn’t know whether to fight Aegon or bleach his eyes.

“Do you have any shame?” Jace nearly shouted. “People sent that to me. I had to see that with my own eyes.”

Helaena, standing in the middle of the chaos, looked genuinely confused as she muttered, “But why through a mirror?”

Daemon? Oh, he was having the time of his life.

“I, for one, think this is hilarious,” he smirked, leaning against the wall. “But even I didn’t go this far.”

Alicent looked like she was two seconds away from throwing something.

“Do you understand how humiliating this is?” she snapped. “Not just for you but for all of us?”

Aegon rolled his eyes, slouching onto the couch.

“Relax, mother,” he drawled. “She looked good, didn’t she?”

Silence.

Then Aemond lunged.

It took Daemon and Jace to hold him back as he snarled, “I should break your jaw for that.”

Aegon grinned, knowing he’d won.

“Too late. Already got what you wish you had.”

That? That’s when the real fight broke out.

The argument was already spiraling into chaos, but Daemon, being Daemon, decided to make things worse.

He clapped Aegon on the back, grinning like the devil himself.

“I don’t see what the problem is,” Daemon drawled. “Boy’s just showing off. Frankly, Rhaenyra, maybe we should do the same. What do you think, love?”

Rhaenyra, who had been rubbing her temples in frustration, froze mid-motion. Her expression shifted from exasperated to murderous in seconds.

“Daemon,” she said slowly, “shut. Up.”

But Daemon only laughed, turning to Aegon with mock approval.

“I say well done. If you’re going to ruin the family name, at least do it properly.”

That’s when you appeared.

You walked into the living room, barely able to stand, moving with that telltale weakness that said everything without a single word. Your hair was a mess, your skin marked, and the oversized shirt was clearly Aegon’s.

The room fell silent.

Alicent’s face drained of all color. Aemond looked seconds away from stabbing someone. Jace? He turned around like he physically couldn’t handle this.

But it was Rhaenyra who broke first.

“Oh, for FUCK’S SAKE.”

Daemon? He just smirked harder.

“Now that,” he gestured to you, “is how you make a statement.”

Aegon grinned, absolutely reveling in their reactions, but before he could open his mouth—

Alicent threw a goblet at his head.

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[hees-mine]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐲! - 𝐋.𝐡𝐬

𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 ⚥ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: smut, masturbation, lube and sex toys, cursing.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 🐣 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

You were sitting on your bed mindlessly scrolling until you got a notification that your one and only all time favorite camboy was live.

Ethan mentioned you.

With excitement, you quickly tap the notification, opening the streaming app, and watching the live.

“Hello, everyone,” Ethan waved to his viewers. “Wow, there’s already so many of you,” he chuckles at the number of live audience that was attending his stream. “I’m nervous. There’s so many people here.”

You smile at his shy demeanor, one that is a stark contrast to when he was putting on a show for all his dedicated viewers.

“So, as you all know, last week I opened a P.O. Box so you could send me gifts, and I’m so excited yet nervous to see what you all got me.” he blushed, knowing that some of the gifts were probably far from innocent considering his profession. “There’s so much, and it’s only been a week.”

Your heart rate picked up at the mention of gifts cause you had sent him something, and you were so hoping he’d use it for you on stream.

As the live continued on, he opened package after package. Some were chocolates, others confession notes along with their numbers, which you thought was hilarious, and of course, he got the occasional lingerie or sex toy. “Thanks for all the gifts!” He says excitedly. “I loved them all so much, and I appreciate every single last one of you.” you frown cause he didn’t open the package you sent him. You spent a decent amount of money on it, too, but maybe he’d open it next stream, but that was wishful thinking.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” he laughs. “I saved this one for last cause it’s the biggest.” he holds the big box up to the screen, showing the camera. “I wonder what it could be. This one is from y/n.” he shakes the box, keeping your last name a secret just in case some weirdo tried to get your address and information. “I like that name.” Smiling softly, he opens the box, and your heart is literally going to explode because not only did he say your name, he was about to open your gift, and he actually noticed you. “Oh wow,” he laughs airily. “Y/n, if you’re watching this, you’re very, very naughty.” he looks into the lens, smirking, and you think you’re about to die cause your poor heart can’t take much more you were literally still processing the fact that he said your name. “Look what she bought me, guys” he shows the camera the suctioning masturbator toy you sent him. “You,” he clicks his tongue, and he’s more than amused cause out of all the toys he received, this was by far the most enticing to him. “Must really want me to feel good,” he finishes, looking at all the different functions of the toy.

Your face heats up from his words, and that alone has you rubbing your thighs together.

“What do you say, guys? Should we end it here now that all the gifts are open, or should I use it?” The amount of comments flooding in telling him to use it made him chuckle with amusement. “You all must really want it yeah?” His tone switches to a much different one than his usual bubbly online personality.

“Please,” you whimper in your quiet bedroom, desperately hoping he’d use it even though you didn’t know if your poor heart could take it.

“Yes, please.”

You type out knowing he won’t see it, but you still do it anyway, and he doesn’t see it not until he notices the comments replying to you and mentioning how happy they are that you bought him the gift cause thanks to you, they were going to get a really good show tonight.

You respond to them, giggling and blushing shyly from all the sudden attention.

“Well, y/n, my viewers seem to be even more appreciative of the gift than me,” he laughs, still looking at the countless comments coming in of fans wishing they were you and saying how they wished they had of thought of buying it for him instead. “Okay, guys, what about me?” He whines and pouts at the camera cause you had taken over his stream in the comments.

“Sorry, Ethan, but I want y/n now,” he reads one of the comments out loud. “What if I already want her?” He quirks a brow, playing into the banter. Meanwhile, you’re hyperventilating cause he’s really noticing you.

“Then I’ll fight you for her,” he reads their response after keeping an eye out for their username.

“Then let’s settle it, y/n. Who do you want, me or (Ethan’s number one fan)?” he waits for a reply from you, trying to keep up with all the incoming comments.

Cause this was all a joke anyways, you just decided to tease him. Obviously, if it came down to it, you’d pick him, but this was all harmless fun. “I’ll take (Ethan’s number one fan),” you reply with a giggle.

“Wow, y/n,” Ethan gasped, pretending to be offended and clutching his heart. “Well, guys, I’m ending the stream. y/n broke my heart, and I’m throwing her gift away,” he says dramatically, and the comments flood with laughing and crying emojis. “But y/n, I am really sad,” he pouts, putting on his streaming persona once again. “By the end of this stream, I’ll make you want me instead.”

Your laughter dies down when he says that, and all of the sudden, you feel arousal pooling in your stomach from his deep voice.

He quickly opens your package, grabbing the toy, and setting it on his desk while he rolls his chair back to stand up and give the camera a view of his clad bulge. “I’ll make you regret choosing them over me.” he wasn’t even aware when his stream had started taking this direction, but since his viewers were playing into it, he did, too. “Ethan’s jealous,” he reads another comment out loud. “Of course I’m jealous” he palms over his cock softly moaning at the contact. “Wouldn’t you be if someone bought you gifts and then left you for someone else?”

At this point, you don’t even know what’s going on. You can’t tell if he’s serious or if he’s just seriously good at entertaining his viewers, but you just decided to enjoy the show, not putting much thought into it.

He pulls the waistband of his sweats down, showing the prominent bulge in his underwear. “You like what you see?” He says, looking into the camera, cupping his clothed balls as he turns a bit to show the precum wetting the front of his boxers.

The donations were already coming in since the start, but now they were flooding in one right after the other. “You all must be feeling a little needy tonight. So many donations and I haven’t even shown you my cock yet,” he teased, which prompted even more donations to come in. “Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t. I mean, I already made double my goal,” he continues to tease, and within seconds, he surpasses his goal by three times more. “Yeah, you’re all really desperate for me tonight.” he hooks his thumb into his waistband, stretching the elastic and letting it snap against his waist as he whimpers from the pleasuring sting. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave until every single last one of you are satisfied” he drops his boxers around his ankles, his pearly tip gleaming in the light as his cock stands tall.

You lick your lips, gulping harshly as your eyes trail over every vein, every pulse and twitch of his cock. It looks so pretty you want him in your mouth so bad you wish you could just drop down to your knees for him as he feeds you inch after inch of his long thick cock.

“You regretting your choice yet y/n?” He says playfully, swaying his hips as you watch his length swinging back and forth.

Too wrapped up in his beauty, you don’t even reply as you slip a hand in your underwear to quell the pulsing of your pussy.

Grabbing the lube you sent him along with the toy, he can’t help but smile mischievously. “My oh my strawberry?” He chuckles, popping off the cap. “What are we gonna do with you y/n?” There’s a double meaning behind his words as he slathers his cock in the flavored lube you bought for him and he can’t help but go lower to fondle his balls. “So good.” he lets his head fall back, eyes closing tightly as he puffs out a breath at the pleasuring sensation of the lube coating his sensitive tip, and he makes a mental note to buy this lube the next time he runs out cause it felt so smooth and creamy soft on his girth and he thinks you really took your time and did your research.

He looks back at the screen, looking through some comments while he bites on his lower lip and tugs at his thick base. “Stop teasing,” he smiles while reading the comment. “But I’m having so much fun,” he laughs as more of the same comments come in. “Fine, fine.” he sits back down on his chair, the camera angle giving his viewers a perfect look between his toned legs. “Sweet,” he hums, sucking each one of his thick fingers clean of the strawberry-flavored lube, and he’s definitely gonna have to buy more of that sooner than later.

“Ethan,” moaning his name, you gather your wetness on your fingers, playing with your pussy lips as you watch him sucking his fingers, wishing he was sucking on your clit instead.

“Time for what we’ve all been waiting for.” he looks into the camera, eyes clouded over with a small smirk on his face. “Ready y/n?” He says teasingly, and you feel more than just a tingle between your thighs as more wetness helplessly seeps from your hole. “Guess she’s too busy to respond,” he winks at the camera, and you can’t help but feel shy because he’s right. You were too busy fingering yourself to reply.

You have to take a deep breath or two because you’ve never felt so worked up before. The fact he was actually using what you bought him just made it all the better, too.

He holds his length at the base guiding his dripping tip to the hole and sinking the toy down on his cock with a sharp hiss. “Hmm fuck” his jaw falls slack as he bottoms out. He knew it’d feel good, but not this good. “Mhm,” he whimpers. “Guess I’m a little more sensitive than usual today,” he chuckles breathlessly as he stills inside the toy, giving himself a minute to adjust to the intense pleasure.

Oh, how you wish you were that toy. You’d let him use you however he liked. You’d take load after load of his cum and let him fuck you senselessly until his balls are empty and your pussy is stuffed full of his warm cum.

He turns it on the lowest setting first, and even that feels so overwhelming. “Fuck that’s so good” he closes his eyes, too lost in pleasure to focus on reading any comments. He fiddles with the heating setting, and his mouth falls open when he feels the warmth encasing his hard length. The suction mixed with vibration was so pleasurable he couldn’t help but groan. “Fuck me,” he bites on his lip, slipping a hand to the bottom of his hoodie to lift it up and reveal his broad chest.

Your eyes flutter, watching him getting off on the toy you bought him. His voice sounded so hot, all breathy and whiny, and for a moment, you almost felt like he was right there with you.

Rubbing your clit in circles, you mewl out his name helplessly, whining and begging for him cause you need him inside of you so bad.

“Fuck I’m sorry, guys. I’m not gonna last long at all just feels too fucking good” his body goes limp in his chair, letting the toy do all the work on his cock while he toys with his nipples. With trembling hands, he grabs the lube, squeezing a dollop on his nipple and pinching the hard little nub as he moans out loud. This was by far the most pleasure he’d ever felt. It was so good he almost forgot he was on stream. The only thing keeping him somewhat coherent was the donation sounds coming from his computer.

“It’s okay, Ethan, you can let go,” you whisper to yourself halfway in and halfway out of it as you begin to lose yourself to the pleasure.

Beads of sweat drip from underneath his beaning and trickle down his jaw, the light in his room illuminating the sheen on his flushed chest. “This is for you, y/n,” he pants and stands up right in front of the camera, giving a clear view of everything including his pleasured face.

He removed the toy from his length right as he was cumming and spills an overwhelming amount of cum on his desk and monitor a few splashes hitting his camera lens, and that’s what sent you over the edge, back arching off your bed as you rubbed your clit until you were creaming at the sight of his white pearly cum pooling on his desk.

He whimpered with every spurt cock desperately twitching with arousal until he was milked completely dry.

Catching your breath at the same time as him, you cuddle into yourself, covering up with your blanket as your body shakes and pulses with the aftermath of complete utter euphoria.

“Wow,” he tosses his beanie off to the side, running his fingers through his messy blonde hair before pulling up his pants. “So now, y/n, who do you pick?” He grins, breath still a little uneven cause that orgasm really was something special he swears he’s never cum that much ever.

You grin and type out a reply. “I pick you, Ethan.” awaiting your comment, he smiles and lowers his head while chuckling softly.

It was fun while it lasted, but he felt like he was gonna crash any moment now. “Hmm, that’s a good girl,” he says, and your heart flutters. He ignores all the jealous comments coming in. As much as he’d like to stay and entertain everyone, he had to get some rest soon. “Well, I think I’ll end it here. Thanks for all the gifts and donations tonight. I really appreciate and love you all. See you all next stream,” he winks. “And y/n, I had fun. Hope to see you next time.” he blows a kiss to you or his camera. You’re not quite sure, but either way, it makes you blush, and you’ll definitely see him next stream.

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[emo-trash101]

fluff daisuke x reader? literally go wild just make it cute plz <3

UHM UHM UHM I WOULD LIVE TO ACTUALLY IM SO EXTREMELY EXCITED TO WRITE THIS IM GONNA IMPLODE YIPPEE

Daisuke x Reader

Pronouns: second person

Tw: uhm, literally everything with mouthwashing, tooth rotting fluff, Jimmy

- Okay, so I'm gonna start this off by saying that while I think Daisuke is most definitely not well versed in like, committed relationships, he's definitely had some situationships and even possibly casual partners.

- Also, bro is definitely Bisexual or potentially Pansexual.

- He has little to no care about his partner's sexual parts or anything, he's just happy to be there

- but okok, so you both definitely met cause well, you work on the Tulpar, but you both worked in different areas of the freighter, so the most you guys would run into each other during the work hours was like, 4-5 times max.

- And especially as your trip began, it was almost difficult to try and socialize with people, especially if it's your first time doing this type of job.

- The whole abandoning family to go shoot through space for months on end tended to make even the most experienced veterans of this occupation a little tense, at least at first.

- But after a week or so, when everyone started to get more acclimated to being on the ship and doing their jobs is when everyone started to really get closer emotionally

- The first time you and him really spoke spoke (aside from from casual work small talk or halfhearted trash talk during games) was when you found him grabbing several sugar packets and shoving them into his pockets, dropping a couple as well.

- He looked over at you, shocked at being caught and almost immediately tried to explain it away with jokes or excuses, but you just chuckled softly and picked up one of the sugar packets, handing it to him.

- And even if he didn't know it then, that was definitely when he started crushing on you.

- The sparkle in his eyes as your hands made contact from him grabbing the packet, along with the soft smile on your face that came along with your snarky comment that he definitely didn't pay attention to, well it almost made him explode

- (Kinda like the Tulpar) anyways

- After that, he was kinda so dense about his crush on you, that everyone knew to a degree that he had something going for you, well except for you and him.

- You really didn't start crushing on him until a week or so later.

- On that particular day, Jimmy was just in a bad mood already, and you were just the closest target, having potentially done something even a little wrong with your job.

-He tore into a little extra harsh for him (during this time at least) and left you somewhat scarred emotionally.

-Well luckily, Daisuke was there and witnessed almost the entire thing, and we'll, he was gonna allow his new founded favorite person to feel bad over something so stupid.

- He walked up to you, striking up a conversation just as easily as he did every other day, but this time, after one of his stupidly funny comments he sprinkles in a "But I think you're doing a pretty good job."

- He said it with such sincerity, such kindness in your eyes that you couldn't help from blushing, even if he almost immediately glossed over the comment and continued yapping about some other thing (dude is a certified yapper)

- I think it could likely go either way with who confesses first, it just depends on the person.

- But if he were to confess, he'd likely start by approaching you and inviting you to chill with him in his room for a little bit, just as friends.

- So you both would be huddled together, trying to watch his tiny ass Gameboy screen as he played it, and he would be snacking on his stolen sugar packets, before looking over at you.

- And the lighting would just be perfect and you would look perfect and you would have this amazingly candid smile on your face, and he would just blurt it out.

- "Wouldyoupleaseprettypleasebemypartner"

- He would almost die from shock and embarrassment at the same time until you respond (obviously responding with a yes)

- So okay, I think generally in a relationship he would definitely have words of affirmation and physical touch as like, his main love languages.

- But he would likely just adore all of them regardless.

- He seems a lot like the type of person who just loves loving people, and doesn't care how

- But most of the time, in y'all's free time or minimal times you see each other while you're working, he will have some kind of contact with you, and he doesn't even know which its gonna be

- he just loves and adores like all of it

-Kisses? Yes. Hugs? Yes. Cuddles? Yes. Living inside of your skin? Yes.

- He also adds you to the most constantly yapped about topics.

- Poor Swansea is the most affected by it, mainly hearing all of Daisuke's random thoughts about you like all the time because he's just a certified yapper and I love him for that.

- Swansea had to ban you from being in his workspace during work hours because Daisuke will just, not do anything except like, fawn over you the entire time you're there.

- But at the end of the day, when there's nothing left to really do, you both can be usually found either

A. Playing games together

B. Cuddling together on the couch in the common area

C. In either of y'all's rooms (together obviously)

- And in almost all scenarios, you guys are just snuggled up together like two little kittens conserving heat.

- And even though you likely do some of the most menial tasks during the day, Daisuke will still praise you for them like they're more important than him literally stopping the freighter from imploding.

- In all, mans is actually head over heels for you, and is like a good 8/10 boyfriend

This was actually so much writing but like, anything for my wife Daisuke 🤭🤭🤭

Make sure you drink water and eat food :)

[bamsywrites]

And Comes Dawn pt iii

Pairing: Sauron/Halbrand x Reader, more ships/love triangles to come, though, so stay tuned.

Summary: the deciver has decided he must get rid of you until a stranger reignites his curiosity in an unexpected way.

Word count: 2k

Notes: let me know if you wanna be tagged. I was not expecting this many people to like this fic. Thank you so much for the feed back, I read every comment and reblog multiple times. Keep any and all feedback coming. I'm super invested in this series and have so many plans that I'm so excited to write.

Tags/warning: male masturbation, nothing super explicit but sauron has some pretty unhealthy kinks, slow burn, saurons post nut clarity is murder plotting, sauron being sauron. galadriel finally shows up, cliffhanger

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“She does nothing but sit there, day in and day out. Our rations are wasted on her!” 

“All of us sit and do nothing because there is fucking nothing to do.”

Halbrand and the older man were fighting again. Halbrand had become annoyed that the other had declared himself the de facto leader of the raft, and his anger exploded when it was proclaimed you had not 'earned' your rations. He had obviously found it absolutely insane and when you made no sound or protest, he took it upon himself to make it known how insane it was. 

“I am the leader here. I have organized the rations, I have kept order, and I have directed where we go.” The other man seemed offended. He had proven himself to be rather arrogant, and you held no surprise that he would suggest such a thing or believe that he was the leader of the raft.

“Oh great Lord of the Raft. How difficult your job must be. Deciding if we die a little to the west or a little to the east.” Halbrand rolled his eyes as he spoke. 

“Be sarcastic all you want. She's lucky we don't throw her in.” 

The air stilled and a dark shadow passed over Halbrands face, his jaw clenched and in a moment he had grabbed the other by their shirt, “The moment you do that is the moment I feed you and every single person on this raft to the wyrm.” Their faces merely inches apart,  Halbrands voice was cold, full of hatred, and it sent a chill over everyone on the raft. The older man stared up at him with fear, a fear so palpable and intense that it was as if he was looking into the eyes of the great foe himself. 

“Halbrand,” you spoke softly, fingers gently wrapping around his wrist and moving him away. “This is not what I wish.”

He turned to look at you and his gaze softened,tongue peaking out to wet his lips. The air flowed again, and the darkness lifted, “You wish to starve? Because that's his wish, that's his plan. He wants to make our supply of food last longer by taking the very little portion you have. He knows you would never say anything to him, and you can not ask me to sit back and watch you starve, sweet one.” His eyes searched your face as he spoke with such earnest conviction. 

“I do not wish for you to murder in my name,” you replied in a passionate whisper. 

Halbrand nodded, sighing softly, “Then I will not,” he leaned closer to you, so his lips were next to your ear, and you could feel his hot breath on your skin. Your breath caught in your voice as he whispered softly, “Know that I would, though. If you only asked, I would burn this raft and everyone on it to keep you safe.” 

He pulled away and pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head as you stood speechless. The butterflies in your stomach exploded. This was new. Your interactions had been purely platonic until this point. He never presented himself as someone more than a friend, and you had been content with that. Yet you enjoyed the feeling of his lips on your forehead and greatly missed them when they were gone. 

The talk of murdering everyone else was one you didn't wish to dwell on. Perhaps it was hyperbolic. Perhaps said in anger. Either way, those were thoughts for another time. Now, you would embrace the shivers and butterflies. 

“Well, your highness, she will be eating today and I will ensure it,” Halbrand gave the man a pointed look and the other simply nodded, his eyes still swimming as if he'd seen some great horror but you were too fixated on the ghost of Halbrands kiss that lingered on your forehead to pay it much mind. 

~

He'd taken the deception too far when he placed that kiss upon your head. He regretted it the moment he did it. The taste of your skin stained his lips, and it was all he could think of. Your skin felt unbelievably soft and he could just imagine what your lips would taste like, your tongue, your cunt. 

Your cunt. The thought of it had been all consuming. Warm and wet. Soft and velvety. He ached to feel it, to taste it, to take it. The thoughts had led to his current position, standing at the edge of the raft with his cock in his fist. This act felt below him but the thoughts wouldn't leave his mind and he needed some relief from them. From the thoughts of you. 

Thoughts of your cunt. 

Warm and wet. Soft and velvet. 

His eyes fluttered, and his breath caught in his throat. He hated every second of this. He had no control. Ever since you looked up at him with those eyes of yours, eyes he wanted to make weep as you choked on his cock. He breathed a soft curse as he imagined your sweet, innocent eyes looking up at him with your lips wrapped around his cock. His thumb collected the precum from his tip and worked it around his shaft, the soft wet sounds filling the night. 

Would you be inexperienced?  Had someone claimed you before? You were his and his alone, his precious sweet one. The thought of someone else having you first filled him with such rage. He would drench his hands in their blood and paint your body with it as he fucked you. His hands around your neck, squeezing enough to feel your life thrumming underneath his fingers. 

You were his and his alone. No one else could touch you, no other lips taste you, no other cock take you. He'd burn all of Middle Earth to ensure it, torture any man who dared look at you. He'd carve his name into your flesh, lick the blood off your skin. A growl escaped his lips, the thought of his name scared into your soft skin. His hand tightened around his cock and his movements increased in speed. 

His breathing got more ragged as he got closer to his peak,  your name tumbling past his lips in a choked whisper. He could almost imagine you whining and whimpering his name, his real name.  That was what sent him over, the visual of you impaled on his cock and desperately calling his name. He groaned loudly, his seed shooting into the water. 

Breathing heavily, his eyes closed. Almost immediately, the cacophony of thoughts entered his mind. That had been a brief reprieve, but now his existential crisis continued. What was his purpose? Who was he now that his master was dead? Power and control, how could he have both without sacrificing the other?  

And then your smiling face flashed through his mind, the sound of your laugh...-

This couldn't continue. No amount of curiosity was worth this loss of control. He was a god, but his mind as of late had been reminiscent of a teenage boy. Thoughts may plague him, but he would forget you within the age. He needed you gone, dead. The longer you stayed alive, the longer these damn lustful thoughts would plague him and be his undoing. He was slowly losing his sanity because of you. 

The problem was he couldn't do it. He tried mere minutes before giving into these urges, but as he looked at your sleeping face, he couldn't bring himself to push you in and under the waves. In thousands of years, no one had been able to still his blade or stay his hand with such ease. He couldn't look at you and take your life. He could not be the one to do it, that thought alone proving to be more a reason for your death. Weakness was not something he would tolerate. 

His mind called out to wyrm, calling it to their location. If he couldn't do it, he'd give the task to something else. By nightfall tomorrow, you'd be gone. You'd be at the bottom of the sea or in the belly of the beast. By nightfall, he'd have his mind back. 

Why did the thought of your death fill him with such dread?

~

He wouldn't even look at you. You'd greeted him in the morning, and he ignored you. You sat next to him, and he moved to the other side of the raft. You watched as his eyes bore into planks of the raft. You wet your lips and pulled it between your teeth. He was your first friend in a very long time, and now you had lost him for reasons that escaped you.  You were utterly alone, lost at sea, and you struggled to find hope here. All you could do is close your eyes and remind yourself that falling into despair would do nothing more than make the situation worse and more hopeless.

You watched the clouds pass in the sky, counting them, and your fingers tapped away at the wood. Every few moments, you had to blink away the tears that had started welling in your eyes as you thought of losing another person you cared for. Suddenly, you sat up as you heard what you thought was a voice in the air. You squinted as your eyes examined the fog.

“There's a voice on the water.” You spoke quietly. 

Almost instantly, bickering broke amongst the others. To save her or not. You shook your head, “We're not leaving her to starve and die!” 

One of the others pulled her up and gave her water as you grabbed her a chunk of bread and looked for a piece of cloth or something that could bring the stranger some warmth. The bickering continued as you searched and returned with a piece of bread.

“Suppose you'll be sharing your rations?” the old man asked. 

You couldn't help the roll of your eyes, “Damn the rations,” you kneeled and handed the stranger the bread. “It's not much, but it's something. Are you hurt?” 

Before she could answer, one of the others asked, “What are you doing out here?”  

The stranger took the bread, “I was separated from my ship.” 

You looked at her with empathy. Of course, you could understand. She looked over at you as if to answer your question next, but she stopped, her eyes examining your face as if she knew you but was unable to place how. It made you uncomfortable, made your heart still. Has your past caught up with you all the way out here? 

“She doesn't look dangerous,” the other woman spoke.

“Looks can be deceiving,” Halbrand spoke, and you were about to protest when you saw the point to her ears. Your blood ran cold, and you moved back from her. 

“Remove your hand from me, sir,” the stranger spoke, her attention returning to you. “I know your face.”

You quickly stood up and stepped back. This could not be happening. Not here. Not now. Perhaps the elf could save you, or perhaps she would convince the others to throw you into the sea. The sins of your father would never stop chasing you, it seemed. 

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“I know your face."

His head snapped your direction at this revelation. What did that mean? How would an elf know you? He watched your reaction, the fear and shame passing over your face confirming that there was a story there. He cursed silently.

All day, he avoided looking at you. All day, he had convinced himself that you were nothing more than a naive human, that the warmth he felt had to be in relation to this new form getting used to the world around him. There was nothing special about you. Nothing at all. He repeated it over and over, though he never really believed it. He could sense the darkness and calamity swimming through the ocean towards them, the beast he had called, and he had convinced himself that your death would solve his internal struggle. 

But now, this damn elf had reignited the curiosity with vigor. It felt as if an inferno burnt through him. He had to know more. He knew when the wyrm came, he would be unable to leave you to death. You were the most curious thing, and it was infuriating. 

Who were you? 

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Who Is In Control? (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Black!F!Villain!Reader x Hunter!Gojo Satoru

Synopsis: Sung Jinwoo is the highest-ranking hunter and the most powerful human being humanity has ever seen. So is Gojo Satoru. Both cocky, both confident, and both eager for more power, they compete against each other for each gate that seems to get more dangerous the farther and higher they go. They figure your gate won’t be any different and that you will be the usual big baddie that they need to take care of. Another cog in the system. Until they manage to beat you and find out who you truly are behind your facade. Now the hunters are hellbent on keeping you to themselves. So, what’s another friendly competition? Only this time, the prize is you. 

Chapter Warnings: MILD SPOILERS

Disclaimer:  I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: ONLY ONE CHAPTER LEFT Y'ALL. I'm planning on writing my Gangster!Bakugou fic after this one & hopefully getting more Jinwoo fics out. He's way too fine to not write about! This chapter ain't too exciting lol but the next one...hold onto your panties. -Jazz

CHAPTERS: PREFACE. ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX.

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FIVE: A NEW ENDING.

A golden light peeks through the clouds moments later, and you think you have died.

You feel too warm. Too content. People like you are not allowed to feel like this…like nothing is wrong.

When your eyes flutter open, all you see is light. A golden light that bathes you in its warmth and brightness. Maybe you did die. But how? 

When your eyes begin to register, you realize that the light is reflecting off of your tiled ceiling, turning each square tile into a square of reflected light that makes you squint. You feel fuzzy and slightly sore. You are also naked and covered with a satin sheet. You don’t recognize it as your bedspread.

“Am I dead?” you whisper to yourself. 

“Well, if you are, then I’m dead too,” a familiar and oh-so seductive voice murmurs near your right ear. “Can’t decide if this is heaven or Hell though.” 

You turn to your right where you see Gojo lying under the sheet with you, his toes peeking out at the bottom because of his tallness. The sunlight illuminates each vein, curve, and line of his porcelain skin and toned body, making you want to reach out and stroke him. His white hair is ruffled from sleep and the endless hours of hot sex that are now just rushing back to you.

You feel yourself flush with embarrassment and excitement at the same time, realizing how uninhibitedly slutty you were last night. 

Gojo sleepily groans, shutting his blue eyes against the sunlight. “Shit, I’d die a thousand times over if it meant more of this,” he sighs, tucking himself under the sheet. His arms wrap around you from beneath the sheet, pushing his face into your naked chest. “Turn off that light, would ya, Jin?” 

You gasp, shifting your eyes to the left where you see Jinwoo just now getting up from his slumber. He too is naked, hair rumbled from sleep and sex, his delicious body and firm ass on full display for you. In total shock, you pull away from Gojo and sit up, gripping the sheet to cover your naked breasts. “You’re still here!” you exclaim. “A-And it’s morning!” 

Jinwoo looks unalarmed by this, rubbing the sleep from his right eye. “It appears so,” he murmurs. He turns to you with a warm smile that makes butterflies explode in the pit of your stomach. “Good morning. You feel any better?” 

You take a moment to check in on how you’re feeling physically. Your thighs and pelvis ache in a way that is annoying yet delicious, reminding you of last night’s events. You take notice now that you all slept on the floor judging by the stiffness in your back. How long were you up for?

And why did the hunters decide to stay if you passed out at some point? They could have left in the dead of night while you slumbered, finally free from your starvation for a soft touch and affection. 

“Yeah,” you reply as if you can hardly believe it. “I’m a little achy though.” You rub at your inner thighs, grimacing at the ache.

Jinwoo chortles as he tosses his tank top over his head. “Aww, poor baby,” he coos, chuckling a bit. “That’s a given. I meant how are you feeling from earlier?” 

Mentally? Emotionally?

You feel better than you have felt in a long time. All of your inhibitions and the dark thoughts you harbored have seemed to vanish. That one dark thought in particular–“Kill All Humans”-ceases to exist. It had evaporated from your fucked-out mind at some point during your fuck session with the hunters, squeezed in between them, coated in their kisses, and filled with their cocks as you were brought to orgasm over and over again. 

“I don’t feel so strange anymore,” you reply, running your hands over your body. Each touch feels brand new and tingly as if feeling your own fingertips is new to you. When your hand glides against your side, you don’t feel the wetness or blood or any kind of pain. “Oh, my wound! It’s gone!” 

Jinwoo’s warm smile grows at your overly-excited expression. “You’re very welcome.” Gojo then rises from the sheet, revealing his toned upper torso, and gives you a gigawatt smile. “All it took was that fancy potion and two doses of d–” 

Before he can finish that disgustingly dirty joke, an intangible screen pops up in front of him out of thin air. You jump in surprise at it as the white-haired hunter moves you behind him, instinctively covering your body with his. Why is he protecting you? Is it another threat? Perhaps another Gate opening or a Boss that has appeared here? 

The same screen appears in front of Jinwoo and his expression grows serious. You notice that the mirroring screens portray a question for the hunters: “Congratulations! You have won this Gate! Would you like to move on to the next level?” Both hunters immediately press the ‘Yes’ button and the screens magically evaporate into pixels. 

Gojo gives you a reassuring smile as he turns to you. “Don’t worry. Just somethin’ for us hunters to answer every time we conquer a Gate.” He then rises, giving you a perfect front seat view of his firm yet plump ass that you’re sure you had your nails digging into last night as he was stroking your pussy with his cock. 

In the sunlight, you can clearly see the angry, red lines of your nails when they scratched and dragged across Gojo’s back…Jinwoo’s too.

You don’t know how many times the two tag-teamed you, taking turns passing you back and forth to fuck into the early hours when night blended into day. You have no idea when you finally fell asleep, but you do know that it was the best sleep you have ever gotten. It was blissful and quiet, not a single stir from you as you slept between the two hunters. 

As the two hunters begin to dress themselves, you wrap your sheet around your naked form and follow them to the doors of your castle. Jinwoo opens them, revealing a vast, lush village that you have not seen in years. The fires are out but nothing is smoldering or charred. The trees and grass are green as if they had not been touched by the flames. Villagers’ homes are still intact. The sky is an ocean blue, as blue as Gojo and Jinwoo’s eyes, and swim with fluffy, white clouds that kiss the rolling hills that you can just see beyond the horizon. 

“Oh, wow,” you exhale. It is a paradise. Nothing like the Gate you have known.

“Oh, would you look at that!” Gojo laughs, giddy from the sight. “No more fire! No more monsters! Looks like we conquered your gate, cutie.” 

Rrrrrumble–rrrrrrumble–rrrrumble. 

You grab onto Jinwoo who grips the pillar to your castle as the floor begins to shake beneath you. Your heart jumps into your throat as your world shakes and rumbles as if beneath the earth is some kind of overgrown giant who is finally waking up. You fall into Jinwoo, gripping his forearms for balance. “What is that?!” you gasp out. 

Then, as quickly as it started, the shaking stops and you are left feeling dizzy and confused. “The gate is opening,” Jinwoo explains, “which means we’re free to leave and go on to the next level.” 

“And home to take a hot shower,” Gojo whistles, stretching his arms over his head. “I feel like I just ran a damn marathon!” 

Home. Leave. Next level. You don’t like these three words being thrown around so carelessly like this. Careless of your feelings and perhaps your emotional attachment after being fucked so good and loved on…as if you were theirs.

Whatever happened to you being their “prize” at the end of this Gate? Was that all just sex talk? The heat of the moment? You would hope not. You pray not.

“Oh,” you say, disappointment blooming within you. You hug the sheet closer to you, wanting to hide underneath it and never come back out. “I guess this is goodbye then.” 

The hunters share a confused look and then give you a scowl as if you just grew five heads and admitted to murder. “Goodbye?” Gojo asks, furrowing his brows at you. “Why in the hell would this be goodbye?” 

You blink at him, utterly confused. “B-But…but I thought that you two were leaving. The gate is open and–” 

“And yet you’d still be there,” Jinwoo interjects, stopping you. “Do you know what happens to Bosses when their gates and dungeons are beat by Hunters?” You take in his bleak expression. “No,” you admit. And you don’t want to. 

“Then why stay here and find out?” Gojo asks, taking his hand in yours. He rubs circles over your knuckles with his thumb, soothing you. “Why not come along with us and see what the real world has to offer you?” A dazzling, joking smile stretches across his handsome face. “You are our prize after all. What, did ya think that was just talk?” 

You do not answer him because you most certainly did. You are speechless for a moment, completely gobsmacked by this. “But why?” you ask, genuinely confused. “You two barely know me and I tried to kill you!” 

You slip your hand out of Gojo’s, immediately slipping into defense mode. Because there is no way these two can just be genuine like this if they didn’t want something in return. “Is this about finding out the gates and your powers?” you accusingly ask. “If it is, I’d help you both if I could, but–” 

Jinwoo stops you by silently pressing his finger to his lips. Your heart jumps madly in your chest catching the warm and affectionate look in his blue eyes. You don’t know if he is using some kind of spell on you, but the more you stare, the more relaxed you become.

“You’re more help to us than you realize, Y/N,” he gently remarks. “Now if you don’t want to go with us, that’s fine, but there is no telling what may happen to you now since your gate will disappear.” 

He then pulls you to him, laying his hand on the small of your back over the sheet’s soft satin finish. “You don’t have to be afraid,” he whispers. “We’ll protect you from anything. You know that.” 

He must be a sorcerer in addition to a hunter because the way you instantly feel lighter, as if a weight has been lifted from your chest, is frightening to you. You feel content and at peace feeling Jinwoo’s fingertips stroke down your back and smelling the refreshing scent wafting off of his skin.

Even with Gojo standing and watching, his presence makes you feel just as safe and grounded. You feel as if everything will be okay now. And you would be an idiot to run away from that feeling by saying no to these hunters’ offer. So you turn to look at both of them, staring deep into their eyes. 

You trust them. Wholeheartedly. And if this turns out to be a totally horrible decision, you will have to live with that…but what’s worse than being deleted?

“Okay,” you exhale. The hunters’ lips quirk into matching smiles of joy.

Gojo wraps you up tight in the silk sheet and scoops you up into his arms, softly laughing when you squeak as your feet dangle from the ground. “Let’s go then.” 

And then, without another word, he and Jinwoo guide you out of the castle that had become your home and your prison. When the sunlight hits your eyes, it is blinding and intense. You shield its rays from your eyes with your arm, momentarily overwhelmed by it. You feel like you have not seen the sun in ages. 

But nothing is as overwhelming as the swarm of people waiting for you and the hunters outside the Gate. As soon as Gojo’s feet hit the grass outside of the Gate, it vanishes behind you and leaves you back in the “real” world. The hunters’ world. You see lush grass and trees. Benches and picnic blankets. Flashing cameras and people holding microphones behind yellow police tape. 

You blink into the flashing lights and grip Gojo’s broad shoulders, nervous by the news crew with their microphones outstretched towards the hunters. 

“Mr. Sung!” one shouts. “Mr. Satoru! How did you manage to close this Red Gate?!” 

“Will another Red Gate appear?!” another shouts. 

“Mr. Sung, is that your girlfriend?!” one wails, damn near zooming in on your face and all of your pores. Gojo presses your face into his chest, the slight rumble of his laugh calming you. “Relax yourself, cutie. They’re all harmless.” 

You beg to differ. You don’t even know if you are up for more people, but the hunters listen to the calls of their name anyway and waltz over to a group of people dressed in distinctive Hunter gear. There are eight in total, all looking absolutely perturbed to see you in Gojo’s arms. “Ah, so you did show up!” the white-haired hunter laughs. “Always a pleasure to see you guys, but you’re a little too late.” 

An older man that you didn’t notice before despite his big build, cropped white hair, and noticeable scars on his wrinkled face rolls his eyes at Gojo. His name tag clipped to the collar of his suit reads ‘Go Gunhee, Ex S-Ranked Hunter and Chairman’. “Yeah, we realize that,” he huffs, patting his sweaty forehead with a handkerchief. “How you two managed to get the call for this before we did is beyond m–” 

He immediately stops speaking when he notices you in Gojo’s arms. His green eyes nearly pop straight out of his skull. “Who the– 

“Who the fuck is this?!” the stoic, tall redhead in a dapper white suit demands. “Was she in the Gate?!” 

Gojo tuts, turning his body away so that he can hide you a bit from view. “Now, now, Jong-In,” he criticizes. “That’s no way to talk in front of the lady.” He stares down at you, ignoring the flabbergasted looks from the crew, and gives you an adoring smile. “Why don’t you introduce yourself to the lovely people, baby?” 

“Baby?!” the Guild parrots. 

You look to Jinwoo who encouragingly nods, standing next to you like a pillar of strength. You anchor yourself to both of the hunters as you turn your head to the Guild members. “U-Um, hi,” you nervously say. “Sorry for the intrusion, but I’m Y/N. Gojo and Jinwoo saved me from the Gate after I, uh…tried to kill them.” 

The Guild members stare in awe at you as if you are some exotic animal. “We’ll explain more later,” Jinwoo chuckles. “But right now, we all need some saki, a hot meal and a shower, and a distraction from these fuckin’ news people.”

He shoots an irritated look at the news crew who continue to shoot at his and Gojo’s backs, no doubt getting a good view for TVs all across the nation. 

Gojo hums in agreement, walking away from the Guild members despite their calls of their names and heated questions. “Way ahead of ya.” But as they prepare to teleport away from the madness, something stops them.

“Brother!” someone shouts from the crowd. You look to the crowd behind the police tape, finding a young girl with long, muted brown hair and a school girl’s uniform fighting against a security guard. She manages to side step him and makes a break for Jinwoo. “Brother, you’re safe!” she calls. 

Jinwoo is in shock as the young girl jumps on him, wrapping her arms tight around his body. 

“Jinha?” he gasps. He tears her away from him, glaring at her. “What are you doing here? I told you not to follow me when I go scouting!” Jinha presses a hand to her chest, breathing hard. 

“I saw the news and I had to come!” she pants. “Everyone was talking about it and Mom was worried and…” She stops, her gray eyes taking in Gojo and what lies in his arms. You give her a nervous smile, earning a wide-eyed look in reply. “Wait, Gojo, you got a girlfriend?!” she squeals. 

The white-haired hunter silently nods, biting back a laugh. “He does too,” he adds, nodding at a blushing and irritated Jinwoo. Jinha squeals louder this time, pressing her hands to her cheeks in shock. “Wait, Jin, you have a girlfriend too?!” she bellows. “Is it her?! Wait, are you guys doing that poly thing?!” 

“God,” Jinwoo groans, pinching his sinuses. Gojo throws his head back and gives a raucous laugh, hollowing at the sky. “Let’s discuss this in private please,” he whispers, grabbing Jinha’s elbow and pulling her away from the commotion.

Gojo follows suit, pausing to readjust his arms so you're secure, taking you away from your past and into your future.

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Taglist: @leviackerman2030 @emonaculate @lnette04

[comeforthandknowmebetterman]

I have NOT seen enough Bill Dickey headcanons so here’s mine!! There’s kind of a lot and these are all about epilogue Bill because I like him best.

💥 let’s start with the obvious: vulnerability is his greatest fear and guiltiest desire. He wants to be able to cry freely into someone’s arms but he’d rather die than admit to (or actually do) that. It takes a lot of time to get him to open up or even accept his feelings at all.

👓 Bill isn’t much of a crier. He definitely cries but he mostly bottles it all up until he explodes in some kind of violent temper tantrum brought on by the slightest provocation. Public meltdowns are common for him every so often but he usually waits until he’s alone in his room to actually cry about them. His crying fits last anywhere from minutes to a couple hours. He’s a very emotionally constipated guy.

💥 apologies aren’t his strong suit. He’s too proud and doesn’t know how to do it properly. The most you’ll get is a small gift (a comic he “doesn’t need”, one of his old shirts or a small figure he doesn’t like anymore, that sort of thing), or an awkward offer to spend time together. Any hint towards a no from you and the fight will start right back up again. He’s very sensitive to rejection.

👓 if he starts feeling insecure, inadequate, or rejected, he’ll get irritated and snappy or start isolating himself. He doesn’t do either one intentionally and he barely knows why he’s doing it. It’s a defense mechanism for him. (You can’t leave me if I leave you first)

💥 he has no idea how to ask for affection. It wasn’t given to him and he hates that he needs it at all. He’ll either stand near you until you ask what he wants or he’ll awkwardly flop down in your space and try to pretend like he’s not freaking out. He’s actually very needy but he keeps you at arms length to make sure you can’t hurt him in any way.

👓 has trouble identifying his emotions and the reason he does certain things. Bill is very impulsive and sensitive so sometimes, he’ll blow up for seemingly no reason or be extra irritable one day and fine the next. He doesn’t know why he feels like that but he doesn’t know how to fix it either.

💥 violently jealous and possessive. Bill wasn’t granted a lot of good things in his life and if you happen to be a good thing for him, he needs you to be JUST his. For as much bravado as he has, he’s very insecure and he knows he isn’t exactly a catch. He’ll do whatever he deems necessary to keep your eyes on him.

👓 very anxious. His insecurity and anger and everything else he’s got going on results in a lot of anxiety. He’s always worried or nervous but he’d rather die than go get any kind of mental health treatment or support to help with it. He’s pretty used to the feeling of racing thoughts and a churning stomach. He doesn’t get much sleep because of this.

💥 in the comics, he admits to being a virgin. He was very nervous and excited during his first time but he started talking like a porn. You have to very gently explain that porn isn’t like real sex and it’s probably the most embarrassed he’s ever felt. He feels like an idiot for not knowing that but he’s definitely not disappointed by the real thing.

👓 Bill has gynecomastia and he’s deeply insecure about it. He feels like it makes him less of a man and ugly and all that. His man boobs paired with his pot belly, acne, greasy hair, glasses, and just everything else make him feel like he’s the ugliest guy out there. He makes a lot of comments to tear other people down because of the insecurity. He won’t believe you when you tell him he’s attractive and he’ll think it’s pity or mocking but the more you show it, the more he’ll start to believe it.

THATS ALL I GOT FOR NOW 🫶🫶

[m00nsbaby]

Falling asleep on their shoulders.

A bunch of headcanons about how would they feel. :) (Moon system x reader.) Steven.

In a million years, he would never have accepted a work outing when he could be in his comfortable apartment with Gus, reading a new book.

Until he found out that you would be going.

He never imagined that an amusement park could be so much fun. He had never been to one before.

Or maybe he had, but he doesn't remember.

You separated from the group as soon as you arrived. Steven thought he would like to be as carefree as you when you took his hand and walked without a trace of nervousness or fear.

You talked all day, about anything and everything.

"You're very interesting, Steven." It was probably the sweetest thing he had ever heard. His blush made you feel satisfied.

For the rest of the day, you made sure he knew you were interested in him.

You also mentally noted how his lips brushed against your fingers when you offered him some of your cotton candy.

You held hands again when you rode the tallest roller coaster in the park.

Oh, and you kept the photograph.

"Shall we go see the Aqualoop?" "See it or...?" "Get splashed, I mean." He couldn't say no. Both of you were like a pair of children enjoying the day.

Adult life hadn't given you the chance to enjoy yourselves like this in a long time.

Both of you closed your eyes tightly as the water splashed over you, drenching you from head to toe. You both laughed until your stomach hurt, and Steven brushed a wet strand of hair from your face.

Having him so close made your heart skip a beat.

You spent the rest of the day dripping wet, enjoying the sun on your skin and the warm air drying your hair.

You shared food as the evening approached, and you discovered that vegan food was much better than you had imagined, while Steven ate half of your french fries.

As the park was about to close, you met up with the others at the exit.

Both of you insisted on declining the ride J.B. offered, as your clothes were still wet.

After 20 long minutes of arguing, you accepted on behalf of yourself and Steven.

Or Scotty, as J.B. had called him, making you struggle to hold back your laughter.

The space in the back seat was limited, and your body was squeezed between Steven and the car door, but you couldn't say you were uncomfortable.

His body emitted a delightful warmth.

A yawn escaped you.

"Are you tired?" Steven's whisper near you broke the complete silence in the car.

You silently nodded, rubbing one of your eyes with your hand.

If only he had the courage to tell you how adorable he thought you were.

Minutes of silence passed, your breathing became slower and heavier, and your head gradually leaned to the side as you began to fall asleep.

And it happened. Your cheek ended up against Steven's shoulder.

He almost vomited from excitement, not exaggerating. Needless to say, he was the type of person who simply assumed he would die of natural causes before moving or telling you that his shoulder had become tired.

After a few minutes, you shifted, slipping an arm underneath his and intertwining your fingers together, returning to your place on his shoulder after.

He allowed himself to finally smile.

And the hours it took him to gather the courage finally culminated in the best part of the night. He leaned in enough to kiss your forehead.

You smiled too, without opening your eyes.

Marc.

One day, you had to explode, and he knew it.

His plans were always thwarted because Khonshu interfered with his sudden missions that not only meant pausing whatever you were doing, but also meant that Marc would disappear completely from the radar for God knows how many days.

It was strange when he returned, too. It took him days to return to normal, if you were lucky enough he would tell you what had happened, only partially.

"It's always the same!" You finally screamed at your breaking point. Tears overflowed from your eyes as you quickly packed your clothes into your suitcase. You didn't care if the clothes became even more wrinkled.

"You knew it would be like this, I told you." Marc had the migraine of the century.

You shouted at each other for a while, and the maid looked at you as if you were crazy.

To be fair, you sounded like it.

The argument came to a close when Marc went too far with his words. You didn't argue often, but when you did, it always ended like this.

You cried the whole way to the bus station. And you almost started another argument when you pushed your boyfriend's hand away to prevent him from grabbing your suitcase.

If only he had the strength to set aside his pride for once, he would have apologized the moment the tip of your nose turned red.

You wished you could switch places with a stranger to avoid hours of travel with him.

But it didn't happen.

You felt like the thousand times you cried yourself to exhaustion as a child. You even let out a yawn within the first 15 minutes of the trip.

It didn't take long for you to succumb to physical and emotional exhaustion, thinking that sleeping would make time pass faster and you would be away from him sooner.

He was so focused on avoiding your gaze by looking out the window that he didn't even notice when you fell asleep.

Until your head landed on his shoulder with a sudden turn in the road.

Marc's body tensed. He was too stubborn to give in instantly, but at the same time, he was too in love to push you away.

He looked at you, and his chest tightened.

You looked so vulnerable. So tender and small. How could he hurt you if he loved you so much?

Unbeknownst to him, a barely noticeable pout formed on his lower lip.

"I love you," he whispered, more to himself than to you. He was almost consoling himself in the pain of having to carry the regret of his words.

"I love you with all my heart," he repeated.

It was futile, you were deeply asleep.

He made his decision and closed his eyes, leaning his head against yours to find comfort.

He would sleep by your side, feeling the warmth of your body, and when you woke up, he would apologize to you as many times as necessary.

Even if it meant having to make it up to you with other vacations.

Jake.

You never exchanged words unless it was necessary.

You knew his name, he knew yours, and that you were good at fighting together. Unfortunately, you didn't have a "magical" suit to help with that.

You stared out the window, suppressing the urge to moan in pain every time the taxi jolted on the road. You had survived worse things than a twisted ankle and a possible broken rib.

Jake didn't look at you, only when he heard you hiss or take a deep breath because of the discomfort you were in.

"We're close to the hotel," he reassured you, even though it was a lie. You were in the middle of nowhere, trusting that the driver had the correct directions.

You nodded silently, closing your eyes and resting your forehead against the cold window.

Five more minutes passed, and there were no signs of life on the road, but the pain became more bearable as exhaustion started clouding your perception.

Every time you were about to fall asleep, a tap of your forehead against the window would wake you up.

And you didn't even notice his gaze on you.

After the seventh hit, Jake lost his patience.

"Eso no va a funcionar, cariño." You didn't understand, and you couldn't be bothered to understand as you kept your eyes closed.

The last thing you felt was his body moving closer to yours.

You yielded, your body finally relaxing as you managed to fall asleep. It was easier for Jake to wrap his arm around your shoulders and gently push you against his, allowing you to rest.

Almost immediately, he regretted it.

Jake didn't have this kind of closeness with anyone. His interactions with other people always involved punches, sometimes harder, sometimes softer, but pain was always present.

Was it normal for his heart to race like this? He would investigate later.

You moved your head slightly to snuggle better against his shoulder as he held his breath, trying not to make the slightest movement that could wake you.

"¿Cuánto va a ser?" he asked in a low tone so that the driver would understand his concern about not disturbing you.

The driver pointed to the meter in silence. Well, he encountered someone even quieter than himself.

Jake lost count of how many times he whispered in your ear, "Shh, cariño." (although sometimes he changed the endearment to "cielo" or "corazón") as a way to lull you in his arms whenever you shifted in your seat.

When you arrived, he paid in silence, as usual.

He didn't wake you up, in fact, he did his best to be as stealthy as possible.

He slid one of his arms under your legs, wrapped the other around you, and lifted you up like a bride.

Jake was careful, but not so much that your reflexes didn't catch the movement.

You woke up, but never opened your eyes; you simply nestled closer to his chest and enjoyed his care.

Tomorrow you would both face whatever you had to face.

[pet-slut-chrissy]

We knew we weren’t going to be able to see each other much this week, so Mistress @owner-of-pet-slut-chrissy was determined to make our playtime at the beginning of the week memorable.   She had left me detailed instructions on how to dress for Her, my vinyl maid’s outfit, holdups, highest heels, and restraints on my wrists and ankles with bells on them.  Oh, and the lush in and set on sound mode so I would be dripping wet and frustrated when She arrived.   

She added a few more accessories, my inflatable plug so I would have a tail and the little vacuum tube on my clit.  Then She wanted me to dance for Her, the same dance that She thought would be good for my coming out party.. Slave 4 U by Brittany.  She was very specific about the moves She wanted to see me doing as I danced, crawling, laying on my back humping, spanking myself and acting like a slut while She was using Her rabbit to get Herself just as excited… after just under 4 minutes I was a whimpering mess, so She wanted me to stand with my legs spread and me holding my wand like a microphone, then mashing it tight against my pussy and keeping it there until I exploded into an orgasm for Her and then right into an encore.   

We were both breathing hard when She dragged me to the bedroom with our toy bag and threw me on the bed.  The lush was still teasing me as we got everything set up for me to be tied spread eagle on the bed.. the hitachi wand was put in my harness, pegs were put on my pussy lips to keep them spread wide open.  I was going to be hooded blindfolded and with the penis gag in, and She was trying to decide how long I would be bound, 20 25 or 30 minutes when I started whimpering, realizing I was getting close again.. I started begging to cum and She said go ahead but you’ll get 30 minutes locked..  I did my best to get the hood and gag on before but of course I didn’t make it.  the wand was turned on high and my wrist locks were set for 30 minutes..

I was barely aware of the locks opening, I tried to keep track of how many orgasms I had but wasn’t sure.. I was crying begging Her to turn the wand off, but She was so close to another orgasm Herself and wanted it with me.. I was screaming and She told me to scream Her name and cum.. I did, then She mercifully turned the wand off and took the pegs off my pussy lips, my head was so hot as Mistress took the hood off too..  She then grabbed the battery wand and put it in the harness.. I started begging as She She said we should see if I could go another hour, please Mistress no I might die.. so She said I could be spared if I begged Her to lock me in the belt.  My head was spinning I couldn’t do that and I felt the wand pulsing and my wrists locked for another 7 minutes this time.. thrashing fighting everything was so sensitive as She forced a few more orgasms out.  I was biting my lips trying to catch my breath as She gave me a short respite from the wand.  Then She asked if I was ready to go another 7 times, or would I want to be locked in the belt.. no, please no I can’t but She just smiled and turned the wand on again and pressed it hard against my pussy..  it was too much, I was too sensitive and couldn’t take it, She kept pressing I finally cried out begging Her to belt me just please make it stop as we both came again..  

As we cuddled and recovered, She said She was so proud of me.  I finally got the nerve up to ask how long I would be belted..  mmm my very generous Mistress said I wouldn’t be belted if I did a writeup of our playtime..  here it is, and it’s just another example of how lucky I am to be collared and Owned by Her.  

[schrodingers-romy]

Jealousy, Jealousy [Inugami Teruomi x Reader]

Pairing: Inugami Teruomi x GN!Reader Word Count: ~2000 [Ao3 Link]

Summary: Teruomi is all for camaraderie between Shishitouren and Furin; that is, until he notices Furin's pink haired pretty boy seemingly flirting with you…

Warnings: No gendered pronouns or terms used for reader, jealousy, making out, kiryu is a little bit of a flirt, togame and choji are both menaces, written with adult teruomi in mind (idk his age canonically)

Notes: Probably no one else but me is interested in him, but write what you want to see in the world ig. Slightly inspired by reading the page for inugami (japanese dog spirits) where it states that those possessed by inugami develop a personality full of jealousy. He's a sweetie pie tho <3

Teruomi regrets everything.

Well, not everything of course. But he at least regrets agreeing to this party.

It was supposed to be a way to strengthen bonds between Shishitoren and Furin, something that he was all for, especially if it would mean that Sako could finally hold an actual conversation with Hiragi. (No, he wasn’t nosy, he just wanted the best for his friend, and he was sure the best for Sako was resolving all the unresolved angst and tension the two had after years apart). And to be honest, he was just excited to get to meet Furin people for the first time in the two gangs’ years-long friendship when they weren’t trying to beat the shit out of each other or another gang.

But he isn’t enjoying himself now. Instead, he is sulking in a corner, nursing his drink as he watches the pink haired pretty boy from Furin flirt with you.

Or at least, he assumes he was flirting with you. He sure is close and touchy if he wasn’t flirting, and you were acting suspiciously flustered and bashful. He simultaneously wants to get closer, to hear what exactly that boy is telling you, but he also knows that if he does hear flirting, he’s going to explode (and maybe start a fight that will be very detrimental to Furin/Shishitoren relations).

Teruomi is so focused on you he doesn’t even notice Shishitoren’s second in command creep up behind him.

“What’s got you in such a funk, Inu-kun?” Togame drawled. “Thought you enjoyed social things.”

There’s a pause as he follows where Teruomi’s gaze leads. “Ah.”

Teruomi opens his mouth to ask what that means, but Togame cuts him off. “Just going to let him flirt with your crush, eh?”

“MY WHAT?!”

Togame gives him a half-lidded stare, and any denials die in Teruomi’s throat. “Yeah, but what am I supposed to do, huh? They look like they’re having fun together.”

“I’m sure Inu-kun’s little love wouldn’t mind you butting in…but I’m sure nothing will happen, right?” he glances over to where you are.

The pink haired boy is now playing with the sleeve of your shirt. Teruomi lets out a vague growling sound, and the empty plastic cup in his hand crumples under his grip.

“Oh, maybe I was wrong…they do seem pretty close, huh?” Togame teases.

Teruomi shoves the crunched cup into Togame’s chest. “Fuck this,” he spits, before he starts stalking towards you. He completely ignores Togame’s chuckles in the background.

-

You’re interrupted from your conversation with Kiryu by Teruomi butting in. “Hey, I’ve got to talk to you for a sec,” he says, tugging at the sleeve of your shirt. “C’mon.”

“Can’t it wait?” you ask. Normally, you would go with him, no questions asked, but you’re slightly offput by the brusque way Teruomi is acting, more akin to his fighting persona than his normal personality.

Teruomi makes a face, canines bared. “No.”

You open your mouth to argue, but then you feel someone pat your other arm, the one not held hostage by your friend. “It’s okay, you should go with your friend. I’ve got your number, so I can text you later!” Kiryu says, giving you a cat-like smile.

You swear you can hear a growl come from Teruomi, but you ignore it. “Okay. I’ll talk to you later, I guess. It was nice meeting you though.”

“Likewise,” the other boy calls, giving you a loose-sleeved wave as Teruomi tugs you away.

You’re bodily dragged away from the main party, until the two of you were tucked away behind a building.

“Hey, what the hell is up with you today,” you yelp.

Teruomi lets go of your arm, but you’re still just as trapped as before, pinned against the brick wall by his proximity. He’s so close you can see the golden flecks in his eyes, and if you weren’t pissed off you would get lost in them.

He opens his mouth, then closes it again. He repeats this a few times, like he can’t muster up the right thing to say. The fire that was in his eyes has dimmed; his face relaxing into a sheepish sort of moue.

You scoff. “Well, if there isn’t anything, I might as well go back and talk to Kiryu again.”

You barely finished your sentence before Teruomi’s eyes are blazing again. “Oh, Kiryu, huh?” he snarks. “Wanna go back to flirting with him? Y’know, this party was supposed to get Furin and Shishitoren closer together, but not that close.”

“Fuck you!” you spit, roughly shoving his chest away. “Why do you care if someone’s flirting with me or not, huh?”

He lets out a frustrated noise, almost a growl. “Because he shouldn’t have been!” he yells, fangs flashing in the light.

You pause, and gape at him. Suddenly, it all clicks; you observe his red face, his pout, and his nervous stance. You think back to how he acted when he pulled you away from Kiryu; and even further back to whenever anybody had tried to come on to you in the past. What you previously thought of as platonic protectiveness recontextualizes itself in your mind. “Holy shit,” you breathe. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

He doesn’t answer, but the expression on his face is enough.  

You let out a breathy giggle. “I can’t believe it.”

His hands unconsciously clench into fists. “Look, you don’t hafta laugh at me—”

You cut him off with a quick peck to his mouth, before he can get himself fired up again. It’s awkward, even for a first kiss; his lips were open mid-sentence and your noses bumped together, but it’s enough to have him speechless.

You smile at the way he deflates; no longer the barking dog he was previously, he is now a docile puppy looking at you with hopeful eyes.

“Does that mean—”

You interrupt him again. “I like you.”

His eyes sparkle, and he lets out his own delirious little giggle. “I mean, I hoped, but then I saw you with him, and I saw red—‘m sorry.”

You sigh and reach out to take his hand. It’s rough, and calloused, and you run your fingers over his scarred knuckles lightly. “You acted like a bit of an asshole, but it clearly turned out okay in the end. I forgive you. I didn’t really like him anyway; I just liked the compliments. It felt nice to be doted on a bit I guess,” you admit, keeping your eyes on his hands.

“I can dote on you!” he blurts. You look back up to meet his painfully earnest gaze. “I think you’re gorgeous, and kind, and talented, and I’m so happy you like me I feel a bit dizzy right now.” He pauses for a shaky breath. “Please don’t go to anyone else for compliments, because I have years’ worth stored up. I can keep going, if you want—"

You feel like you’re on a sugar high but also, simultaneously, like you have a fever. Your face is burning, your heart is beating double-time, and you feel giddy in a distinctly dreamlike way. “Please not right now, I might explode.”

He chuckles. “Well, if I can’t compliment you, can I do something else with my mouth?”

Your jaw drops. “Wow, so forward, Teruomi~”

You can see it on his face in real time as he realizes how else his words could be interpreted. “I meant kissing! Not anything else!” he yelps, blush returning with full force. “I mean I’m not complaining if you wanna—but yeah.” He squeezes his eyes shut from embarrassment.

You have one last little laugh at his expense, before you lean forward to give him another kiss.

This one is smoother, and longer, even though it’s still relatively chaste. Now, you can fully feel his chapped lips against yours; the feeling sends a light shiver through you.

You’re only allowed to pull away for a second, before Teruomi pulls you back into him with one hand around the nape of your neck.

Your third kiss is deeper, and hotter, and leads right into a desperate fourth, and fifth, and sixth.

By the seventh kiss, he has both hands cradling your head, tilting you into him, and your arms are slung around his neck. By the eighth, his sharp canines are nipping at your lips until you open up for him, and then the two of you are licking into each other’s mouths like starving animals.

By the time you’ve completely lost count of how many kisses you’ve shared, Teruomi detaches himself from your mouth to instead press wet kisses to your neck.

You wind your hand through his dark curly hair, keeping him pressed into the crook of your neck, even as he starts to nip, and bite, and suck. The sensation of him marking you, like a territorial dog, makes a shudder run down your spine, and you let out a whine. He lets out his own moan when your grip on his hair tightens.

When you finally pull away from each other, both gasping for air, Teruomi looks at you so tenderly, you can’t bear it.

So you tug him into another kiss.

-

Unfortunately, Togame is the first to notice you when you both creep back into the party. He gives Teruomi a lazy wave, and a smirk, eyeing the rumpled clothing and bruises you both now sport.

Teruomi lets out a huff and tries to steer you back into the main crowd, where you can hopefully become lost and pretend like you weren’t just making out a few meters away from the rest of them. It mostly works, except for when you accidentally lock eyes with Kiryu. You’re frozen for a second, and then pure mortification runs through your veins as his eyes drift to your bitten neck. He gives you a cat-like smile, and a wink.

It's your turn, now, to drag your new boyfriend away, muttering a half-hearted excuse when he questions you. You hope he didn’t notice the pink haired boy, lest he become smug at Kiryu’s obvious notice of his claim.  

You finally think you’re in the clear; hidden amongst the bodies in the middle of the room, where everyone is either focused on someone else or trying to push their way through the crowd. You slump into Teruomi with relief. It seems like the two of you have reentered the party with minimal disturbance.

Until you hear Teruomi curse.

“What? What is it?” you ask.

The answer does not come from him.

“INU-CHAAAAN.”

“Fuck,” you say, with feeling, before your illustrious leader bounds up to you.

Choji is beaming at the two of you; he doesn’t seem to notice anything strange at first and starts to ramble on about something inconsequential. You cross your fingers, behind your back, and hope his obliviousness protects you.

It does not.

Choji stops mid-sentence when he sees the red bite marks on your neck; he remains frozen, mouth open, as his eyes flick from you to Teruomi. You can see the amusement welling up in his eyes.

“OH WOW, WERE YOU TWO FIGHTING?”

The room quiets, and multiple people turn to look at the three of you.

You turn, and let your forehead fall onto Teruomi’s shoulder with a thunk.

“No!” Teruomi states, waving his hands in denial. “Why would you say that?”

Choji’s face is the picture of innocence as he rocks back and forth on his heels, but you don’t believe it for a second; you recognize the evil glint in his eyes. “Oh, no reason,” he says, singsong, “Just thought you might’ve been scrapping cause I saw you both go off alone, and you both came back with all those marks and bruises…” he trails off.

You get one moment of blessed silence, as the people near you process this information, before you’re inundated with laughter, wolf-whistling, and overly enthusiastic pats on the back.

“Should’ve just left the party,” Teruomi mutters.

Face still buried in his shoulder; you groan in agreement.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 28 - Ardent

@wolfstarmicrofic February 28, word count 672

“What do you mean Remus is on a date?!” Sirius said, mouth hanging open in shock. 

“I mean, he and Marlene are currently out by the Black Lake having a date,” James explained calmly. Sirius couldn’t understand how they could all be so calm. REMUS WAS ON A DATE!!!

“I think it’s sweet, Marlene’s had a crush on Remus for forever,” Mary told the group gathered together in the common room. “She was so excited when he asked her. We spent hours getting her ready,” Lily nodded. 

“I’ve never seen her look so happy. She was blushing when they left,” Sirius grimaced at the dreamy looks on the girl's faces. He just couldn’t see Remus and Marlene together. They didn’t fit. Remus belonged with… He cut himself off there, unwilling to think any further about who he thought Remus should be with. 

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Peter asked as he set up the cards for a game of exploding snap. Yes, Peter, Sirius thought. That was a good question. As far as he was aware, Remus and Marlene had very little in common. 

“Oh, I don’t know,” Lily’s voice had taken on an airy air. “He’s probably telling her how ardent his feelings are for her, and she’s blushing in the sunset,” Sirius was horrified. Mary snorted. 

“You been reading Austen again Lils?” 

“Shut up, it’s romantic!” Lily huffed, her own cheeks turning pink. 

“He’s probably tripping over his words and Marlene’s probably tripping over her feet. Give it an hour, and they’ll both be back up having had a perfectly pleasant time and Marls will be soaked through because she tried to stroke the giant squid again,” James told them as he slammed down a card on top of Peter’s. “Snap!” He shouted loudly. An hour. Sirius could wait an hour. 

That hour was the longest of Sirius’s life. Every time someone came through the portrait hole, he sat up straighter. He lost abysmally at exploding snap, though Peter was the one who got a face full of smoke. Finally, Remus and Marlene returned and Sirius felt a rush of relief as Remus immediately walked over to him, leaving a dripping Marlene by the entrance. 

“Giant squid?” James asked. Marlene nodded, and a few Galleons got passed to James. 

“How’d it go?” Sirius asked Remus quietly. Remus leant over and whispered in Sirius’s ear. 

“It was nice,” The little hairs on the back of Sirius’s neck stood up, and he felt a ripple of something shoot down his spine as Remus’s breath tickled his ear. 

“Come on, let's go get you cleaned up,” Mary told Marlene, leading her up to the girl's dormitories. 

“I’m gonna go change as well; the squid squirted me a bit as well when I dragged Marlene out of the water,” Remus told them, heading up the boy’s staircase. 

“You should just tell him how you feel,” Lily said to him quietly, so no one else heard. 

“I have no idea what you’re on about,” Sirius said, confused. They were best friends, always had been. But then the images from the dreams he sometimes had floated into his mind, and the world stopped. His eyes darted up to meet Lily’s all-knowing ones, and he blinked dumbly at her as he figured out what she’d clearly known for a while. He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “Does everybody know?” He asked her, his eyes darting around the room. 

“Mary might, but everyone else, including Remus, is totally oblivious. Your secret’s safe,” she winked. 

“What do I do, Lils?” His heart was thumping so loudly he wondered that she couldn’t hear it. 

“You tell him, and then it’s his to decide what to do. Though you didn’t hear it from me, as I’ll deny it until I die, but Remus has been in love with you since the day you met,” Sirius’s heart stopped. He looked towards the spiral staircase and, without a moments thought, he was racing across the common room and up to Remus. 

Next part

[allisondraste]

I’ve seen various different posts on the website formerly known as Twitter and this one right here, discussing Gale’s behavior in romance as obsessive, possessive, and possibly codependent. And while I support everyone having their own interpretations and opinions, I do disagree, so I want to talk about it!

First— it’s so important to acknowledge that Gale is strictly monogamous. He is not someone who is comfortable with a partner having other partners. This is fine, and not inherently indicative of any unhealthy attachment styles. Wyll, Karlach, and Lae’Zel are also monogamous in a relationship.

Gale does struggle with some insecurity that at times bleeds it’s way into his romantic relationship, but isn’t a product of the relationship itself. His biggest insecurity is feeling like he isn’t enough (in general, not just for a romantic partner). Mystra had a way of making him feel like nothing he did was ever enough, he always needed to do more, to be more, and when he tried, when he made mistakes, she abandoned him.

Those are wounds that do not heal quickly, and so he needs quite a bit of reassurance from both friend and lover PCs that he’s fine just the way he is and that he doesn’t have to try so hard or pretend to be fine when he’s not.

He’s lonely. Due to his condition, Gale, who is an incredibly social person, had to hermit himself away from his friends and colleagues for over a year. Mystra was no longer interacting with him, and he was afraid to be around his mother because he didn’t want her to worry. His only company was Tara, and as much as he loves her, shes not a replacement for human or humanoid connection. Usually with folks who struggle with codependency and insecure attachment, there are long patterns of each of those things in all of their other relationships, but Gale seems to have had pretty healthy relationships, the Mystra situation being the exception, not the rule.

It excites him when he gets to travel with a group, have friends. It’s even more exciting to him when he finds someone who makes him forget the hurt Mystra has caused. Yet he still has to withdraw from even that because he does not want to put their life in danger. It is not until act 2 after Elminster has cast the incantation to calm the orb that Gale feels comfortable enough to give in to his feelings. And yeah! He comes in strong because he’s been holding it in. He’s been pining away, sad that he can’t let himself so much as kiss Tav or else he quite literally explode.

When you talk to Gale after his romance scene in act 2, you’re able to confront him about his feelings for Mystra, and he is very direct, stating that he does still have complicated feelings for her. Which makes SENSE. The game and Gale himself try to minimize Mystra as just his ex, but she is more than that. She is his groomer and abuser. Gale is traumatized, and it will likely take him the rest of his life to get over that. It’s not something that more time alone is going to heal. He needs a support system to help him. He needs his mom, his friends, and maybe even his new partner.

You can also ask him if he meant it when he said he loved you, and his answer is “I am many things to many people, but I am never one to throw the l-word around lightly.” He didn’t just say it on a whim. He thought about it, probably extensively. Judging from the dialogue we get, he’s aware that he is rushing to say it, and admits that it’s because he’s scared that he’s going to literally die tomorrow. It’s not a love bomb. It’s an “I need you to know this, just in case something happens to me.”

Once he doesn’t die in act 2, he simmers down. He becomes more concerned with curing his condition, he faces Mystra, he accepts that he doesn’t need to have godly power to be worthy of love and respect.

At the end of the game, he asks you if you’ll come back to Waterdeep with him, which is his way of proposing more or less, but its more that he wants to be home and he wants the person who has become so important to him to come with him, to meet his mom, to see his hometown. He wants them to want that too.

He’s a grown man, mid to late 30s, not a naive young person. He knows what he wants. He’s thought about it, extensively.

In my opinion, there’s nothing possessive, obsessive, codependent, or unhealthy about any of that.