#Dont Like That. sensation i get when i read about his role in other things

[brother-emperors]

Can I ask for your thoughts on Cicero? I've always had a soft spot for him but his comment on the actress in Pro Plancio makes me want to punch his teeth out

I think he's compelling, but I also dont really "like him," per say. I find him a little offputting? all I previously knew about Cicero is that he made all my classics friends emotional from his correspondences with Atticus and his appearances in Plutarch's Brutus bio so. the executions were a fun surprise!

unfortunately I read about All Of That wrt to the executions without trial while I was doing some research for something else and the overlap betweem the two subjects made me go 😰😬

he sure was a guy who did a lot of stuff and wrote a lot of letters! never a dull moment reading about him for sure. what’s the meme. love him or hate him, he’s on your mind or something like that. That’s truly the Cicero experience.

[themisplaceddemigod]

Submissive Percy with mommy kink pls 😩😩

im so sorry this took so long! i hope you like it :)

baby boy

Percy Jackson x F!Reader

summary - Percy is the subbiest sub to ever exist. and he has a very interesting kink, one you come to enjoy.

warnings - SMUT SMUT SMUT, minors DNI!!!!, p in v sex, sexual intercourse, sexual themes, all that

a/n - this is the book version of Percy, in case any of you haven't read my rules, i DO NOT write for the crappy (IMO, dont come at me) Disney+ show.

Percy was hardly ever the dom. He tried, he really did, but it usually always ended up with you on top of him, fucking him into the mattress while spewing the filthiest words you could think of.

"Come on baby, just like that."

You moaned as the son of Poseidon came inside of you for the second time that night, reducing him to a whimpering, whining mess. He was shaking and overstimulated, but you didn't care as you started rocking your hips again moments after he spilled his load.

"Mommy please!" He panted, hands reaching for your hips to try and guide them, even though he knew he was the one holding on for dear life while you pleasured him.

"Yes baby?" You cooed, "Tell mommy what you want."

"More," he choked out, voice thick with lust as he bucked his hips upwards violently, trying to match your rough pace but ultimately failing. His thrusts were sloppy and uncoordinated, so he gave up after a few tries and just settled back into his submissive role.

"Yeah? You want more my sweet baby boy?" You smirked, grinding yourself up and down on his pelvis, making him whine loudly in pleasure at the blissful friction.

"Y-Yes, mommy, please!"

You grinned and rocked against him faster, harder, fucking him deep into the mattress. You threw your head back and moaned loudly, not containing your noises since no one else was home. His mom and Paul were away on a trip, hence why he'd asked you to stay with him for a few days. You didn't do much sleeping though.

"Feels so good," he whined, his hands gripping the fat of your waist so tightly you knew there would be handprints. But you didn't care, in fact it only spurred you on.

"YOU feel so good baby," you moaned, looking down at him and biting your lip as you continued to bounce on his cock at a fast, relentless pace. "Dick fucking me so good, like always."

You bounced harder, quickening the pace of your thrusts as you moved your hands up his bare, toned chest to toy with his nipples. He whined at the sensation, muttering "please please please" over and over, begging you for more as you guided him towards his third orgasm. The great thing about being a demigod was the superhuman endurance and stamina, meaning the two of you could go for hours without getting tired.

And it seemed he didn't want to stop.

"Fuck!" He swore when he started ramming against your spot again, your walls tightening around his cock so much he thought he would cum right then and there. "Fuck fuck fuck! Oh gods..."

You decided to change things up a little then, slowly sliding yourself off his dick and turning to face the other way. He was about to conplain, until you sunk back down on his eager cock and engulfed him in your warm, gummy walls once again.

"Oh gods..."

He threw his head back at the new position, sitting up against the headboard as he watched you start bouncing yourself on his dick again, faster and harder than before.

"This feel good baby?" You asked smugly, knowing the answer already from his desperate whines and moans and pleas to go faster and rougher. "Come on, use your words..."

"Yes!" He rasped, gripping your hips again, "Yes mommy! Feels so fucking good!" He threw his head back and let out hottest moan-whimper you'd ever heard. "M-Mommy..."

"Hmm?" You hummed, leisurely riding his dick with your hands behind you settled on his chest to keep yourself upright. "Something wrong, baby?"

"No!" He quickly choked out, "Just-I just-"

You moved yourself up and down on his cock faster, making the words die on his throat. He felt too good, this felt too good, you couldn't help yourself. You couldn't stop. He was so nice and big, he filled you up so perfectly and even when you dominated his cock always hit the right spots inside you, making you see stars.

"Can't give you what you want if you don't tell me," you teased, gyrating your hips now as you once again grinded on his pelvis, eliciting the sweetest moans and whimpers from the sea god's son.

"W-want you to suck-suck my dick," he finally managed, swallowing thickly. "Wanna cum in your mouth, please please please!"

"Want to cum in WHOSE mouth, baby?"

"Yours! I-I mean, mommy's! Want to have mommy suck my dick so I can cum down her pretty throat!"

You moaned at his dirty words, lifting yourself up and off his dick. He hissed at the loss off your warmth, but he quickly regained his excitement when you swivelled around to face him again, settling yourself between his thighs.

"Aww, look at my pretty baby boy," you cooed, running your hands along his thighs, "Cock covered in both our cum, still hard and eager to fuck my throat. You're so pretty like this, Percy."

He didn't have time to respond, because then you were taking his length into your mouth and running your wet, warm tongue along his shaft. He threw his head back and cried out in pleasure as you began to suck him off, swallowing the cum left on his dick as you cleaned it and licked it sensually.

"Grab mommy's hair baby, come on," you pulled away to urge him, before diving right back in.

He groaned loudly as he felt your wet, hot cavern engulfing his dick, your tongue working wonders and bringing him to the edge of yet another orgasm. One swipe of your tongue over his slit, and he was cumming harder than he ever had. His warm seed gushed down your throat, and you moaned as you swallowed it all. A little dribbled down your chin, but that was an even hotter sight that had Percy feeling as if he would orgasm again even quicker. His hands made their way into your hair, and he grasped a bunch in each hand and tugged, earning a whine from you as you took his cock deep, gagging and moaning as you sucked. You pulled away to spit on it, making him cry out "mommy!" before whining again as you went straight back to sucking the soul out of his cock.

"So good, mommy! So fucking good!" He groaned, bucking his hips up into your face and thrusting his cock down your throat. "Gonna cum again! Fuck, mommy!!!"

He screamed as he came once more, hot cum shooting down your throat again. It was so much that your chin was painted white as some of it spilled from your lips and onto your body, but you simply pulled away and swiped it up with your fingers before sticking them in your mouth. Then you collapsed next to him, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath.

"You're going tocbe the death of me, baby," he murmured, burying his face in your neck.

"Don't you mean mommy?" You teased, smirking.

His cheeks burned, turning the brightest shade of red.

[pufflocks]

hi bestie! here's a concept for u: think about sitting in arans lap after taking an (eventful) shower after practice. his skin warm against yours and the towel hanging loose around his hips does nothing to stop his bulge from pressing into yours. his kisses are slow and purposeful, sucking on your chest and neck while you apply product to his damp hair, massaging his scalp in that circular motion he likes. it's soft and intimate how you crane your head to get a better look at his scalp, brushing down and around in a clockwise motion a couple times until the waves curl in on themselves and he's looking dashingly handsome per usual.

"gonna put the duey on too?" he grins and you humm in reply. confirming his assumption when you lean in to press a kiss to his plump lips, simultaneously tugging the baby blue silk material off his desk. you secure it to his head with ease and slide your fingers along the seams to ensure the fabric doesn't press into his forehead while he sleeps. "there. all good" you whisper.

arans lovestruck smile is blinding, he looks at you with dark, hooded eyes that unleash butterflies in your abdomen. then a pulse of wanting warms you from the inside out when he rasps "mmm, thank you prince"

Summary: When- when I say I look dumb ash smiling hella hard in my bed- I say that with the highest confidence cuz. ✌🏽😛 I dont think yall understand but Aran is literally a fucking- *bangs on the mf table* BLACK GOD— lemme do this before I bust a nut in these damn pants. Also I love yo ass for this. ❤💙💛 { Hope you don't mind I got carried away. This req might make me do a part 2. 🚶🏽‍♂️}

Warnings: NSFW • Aran being fine ash • proof read

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader! X Aran Ojiro

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Steam clouded shower windows with two intimate silhouettes crossing eachother. Coming for the second time is when your mind started o slip into something darker than your own lust. You draw your body closer to the chest of your lover, Aran, as his heavy hands squeeze near your rigid hip bones as if it was routine.

In an hushed voice to your ear, "So out in the open for me, sweets." He smirked when you turned to plant a messy kiss under his jaw. Not meaning to linger longer than you need to.

Due to everything basically falling in slow motion, breathing felt more difficult as you felt him pulsate inside of you. Ugh, his girth was most definitely something you favored.

Anything that required moving felt hard, though. How could he be conscious while you were barely on your own feet ? God complex anyone would think, honestly.

Minutes passing while your heart sped up for the umpth time as you felt your orgasm come in reach. Not even a break ? You could only guess he was still pumped with adrenaline from the winning game earlier.

He hit the finishing touch to the ball as the audience roared with excitement and cheer. He deserved it. And as the greedy and lovestruck thing he was, he also thought he deserved some shower sex from his favorite person. You.

"Baby- g- Mm-! Gonna cum, bae. Fuck !" He held you close as though someone would take you from him. Broad shoulders hunching over as he jerked you off under lukewarm water.

He mumbled a, "Come on baby boy.. Come on daddy and show me how much I deserve this tight ass." That sent you over the moon immediately, having you shooting a quivering load. Breath racked in your lungs and head thrown back as your curled in closer to the much bigger body. "There you go. Good boy. Fuck, such a perfect lil' thing." Ending the sex with tender kisses to his lovers back.

He did deserve it.

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After a long while, you both made yourselves present in his room. Aran not even bothering to adjust the towel around his hips considering the light bulge he had underneath rudely pressing against your own.

"I love you so much Y/N." He started with purposeful kisses occasionally giving your ass a firm, but a gentle stroke of his enlarged hands. He loved you alright. He couldn't stop himself from nipping at your warm wet skin on your chest to your neck. The hickies already looking as red as a rose in spring. You doubt he would apologize for them since he enjoyed hearing you complain in the morning.

"I love you too. Too much.." You were in sync with his body language and movement. Had you not drawn yourself back, you probably would have had him have his way with you again. That sounded pleasant to the ears though you both needed rest.

"Give me the comb and oil bottle." Your boyfriend stopped his idle ministrations and quirked and eyebrow at you.

"Give you what ?" He waited for a response before you giving him a playful eye roll.

"Please. Please give me the comb and oil. Stop play with me, Aran." You said. He stifled his laugh as you were handed the comb. Soft stroking his head with it as you crane your head to get a different angles at a specific area. His hair was one of the things he cherished secretly so you and some other family members were only aloud to touch it.

A minute later or so you realized his eyes were lingering near your chest down to your idle member. "Feel good ?" You whispered. Scooting yourself closer to his body.

"Yeah. S' good to me, baby boy. Thank you." He murmured. The movement to hug your waist nearly made you drop the oil bottle out of your hand.

He sat up straight to look up at you only to give you a lingering smooches to your jaw. "Gonna put the duey on ?" He asked. You hummed. Raising your shoulders a bit from the ticklish sensation he was giving you to your jaw.

"So sensitive." He poked your sides making you jump, while in the process of grabbing his silky baby blue durag from his desk.

"Stop before I choke you with this string, boy." You giggled. He snickered. Not funny.

"You wouldn't." He pestered on. You would, but you weren't in the mood to act goofy after kickass shower sex.

He started to trace his fingers under your towel, rubbing on your thighs while you were at work putting on the duey. It was silent in the room besides him humming every now and then some songs.

"Done, you look sexier now." You kissed his forehead as you smoothed your hand over his head. He smiled then his face turned into confusion.

"I wasn't sexy before ?" He said chuckling. It was cute and funny how your day started with a win of a your boyfriend's game, then ending in you both in his room giggling and cackling like dumbasses.

"You are ! But this baby blue on yo big ass head gonna make me bust one. Stay safe." You chuckled lightly as you pulled away from him. Finally standing on your own legs on the cold wooden floor. The water on both of your bodies dried up now aswell.

"'M finna put on some clothes. It's cold in here." Before you could even step closer to the dresser he grabbed you by your waist. The both of you falling into the plush bed as he made quick ministrations to cover you both in blankets and his sheets. The towels you both had around your bodies long forgotton.

"You are literally something." You mumbled scooting closer to his warm chest. Having a slightly bigger person to cuddle with was always a blessing and he took that role with a smile.

"I may be something, but I'm your something and you're my prince." So sappy. He planted a kiss to your temple. You hummed in appreciation as you placed chaste kisses to his chest and underside his clipped beard.

"Sleepy now.." you said. Yawning felt really good at the moment. Letting your eyes hang low and mind rest fully. Aran held you closer to his chest as he brushed back any hair from your forehead.

"Go to sleep my prince. You deserve it." He murmured laying the final kiss to your upper eye lid. You don't know what you did to deserve it, but knowing how humble and forgiving your man is, you might have deserved it at this point if he said something.

Yes.. Yes.

[doongi-yoongi]

Finally I get to writing it. All the kinks I think would apply to royed and some i don't think would plus some thoughts and feeling about situation theses kinks would apply in.

Disclaimer not all kinks would be applied in every au. Like Ed and his puppy kink wouldn't apply if it was based in the cannon verse because of nina. This is just kinks I think would apply to them in there relationship if they were given the chance most of it would apply if they were in a modern setting. Also this is just me going through kinks and seeing which ones I think could apply and which ones I don't. This is also just from Roy being a top and Ed being a bottom point of view. I dont like it being the other way round sorry if that's what your looking for but that's not whats here.

 Kinks Roy and Ed have.

-Ed loves roys hands. In gloves or not, he loves them. The fingers would be a bit ruff, they would be a bit long but they would also be a bit chucky. 

-Roy loves eds hair especially when they go out and it's done up elaborately. He loves that only so he gets to show off to people around him and he then gets to take it down at the end of the night. 

-Ed loves spanking. 

-Ed is a big masochist. I think because pain and the adrenaline high he gets from that makes him feel alive. Definitely influenced by how much he fighting he did when he was younger and needs an outlet for that and he get it through BDSM. 

-Roy is a total rigger. He totally considers it an art form and takes pride in his skills of tying Ed up. There would also be some suspension as well. 

-Ed is totally into puppy play. Roy not so much but he will do it because Ed likes it. 

-Ed takes pole dancing classes and he puts on special shows for roy. Because of course their house will have a private gym with a pole in it.

-They both love marking any where they can but mainly underneath clothes

-Ed loves to bite and to leave deep bite marks in roys' flesh, deep enough to draw blood. Also scratch marks.

-Roy likes to manhandle Ed and leaves hand marks on him. If things get really ruff around his hips, his wrist and sometimes even his neck. I think Roy would mainly just bruise Ed and he would bite Ed when mainly around his thighs and ass. 

-Both of them are into Agalmatophilia. It's a very rare thing they do but when they have time Ed likes to get turned into a footstool and Roy just continues to do his daily thing and uses Ed when he's reading on the weekends. 

-Roy loves when Ed is in feminine clothing. Like underwear, dresses and high heels. Especially corsets

-I think Ed would be turned on by roys fire and he'd love it if Roy would use it on him during sexy time. But Roy has limits and that's one. I think roy would be okay with wearing his gloves during sex but never to use fire against ed. If he can do clap alchemy he would use that against ed tho. 

-Closest Roy would get to a flame in bed is wax play.

-They would love a fight before sex tho. They totally use it as four play.

-I think they both would like leather and latex. 

-They totally love role play. Ed especially loves Roy in his uniform and has Roy step on him with his work boots. Roy loves nurse Ed and all the things that encompass that role play. Mainly Ed riding him, which Roy loves. 

-I think roy like to get ed very messy during sex so he applies excess lube alot. But not to the extent that heavy WAM kinksters do. But tbh I do see Ed being a bit into it. But they don't really practice it much. 

-Roy has an obsession for worshipping Ed's body by touching everywhere, smelling armpits, licking toes and stuff. I think he gets loads of gratification from making Ed squirm. Totally ties into sensation play. 

-I think both of them would dabble in watersports. Like Roy peeing on Ed or where Roy doesn't let Ed go to the toilet and make Ed pee himself. Which I think would tie into roleplay and humiliation kinks they have. 

-Ed has a thing for waking roy up with blowjobs. 

-Both are into outdoor sex. I think also they be into someone seeing them/ watching them have sex. But not into threesome. I think they are definitely monogamous but they are bit into Exhibitionism.

-Both like sensation play. Roy likes being massaged, Ed likes it mainly when a couple of senses are taken away.

-I think they both would participate in chocking each other mainly during the sparing they do before sex. 

-They do use toys. Many small things like gags and small vibrates. They do have an extensive toy collection though. I imagine they would experiment loads. 

-I think Ed would be into big dildos and fisting. He'd totally have a thing for being full.

-Ed loves cock and ball torture. I think mainly hanging of weights and maybe a chastity cage. Humbler I can see getting used, a ball crusher. I think both of them but like stuff like this in a scene. I can see roy using a cock ring but not to the extent Ed would. 

-Both have a love for impact play with anything they can get their hands on. I think mainly spanking up paddle, flogger, riding crop would be their main go to for impact play. Think they would try whipping but not use it much. Roy would totally kick Ed in the balls. I don't think canning would be their thing.

-So this has nothing to do with Ed unless it's a fem version of him or trans but Roy totally loves eating pussy while the person is on their period or just coming off it. Like he loves how messy it is and the red and empowering it can be for both parties. Would also have penitration sex with them if they feel the need too. I also just think Roy has a big thing for ora but mainly eating people out. 

-Roy totally has a thing for dirty talk. He loves to talk about things he's going to do but gets really turned on if it's Ed that is the one doing the talking. 

-If Ed had a nipple piercing Roy totally would love it. He would worship those things more than if Ed didn't have them. I kinda also like to think it's more of a modern au when Roy was younger he got a dick piercing. I mean maybe roy could have nipple piercings too.

-Edging is totally a thing they both enjoy and when Ed is in a power bottom mood he will also take part in this kink. 

-Both would be turned on by odors but I think Ed would be into it more than Roy would.

-I totally think Ed would be into getting bread. Mainly by something like tentacles and have the special dildos that lay eggs in you. But tbh could totally play into full out pregnancy kink but it started off from tentacle porn. 

-I could see them doing something with scarification if the au Roy doesn't know what burnt flesh smells like.

-Both of course likes humiliation. Roy likes to dish it out and Ed mainly likes to be humiliated but on the rare occasion Ed humiliated Roy so he would get punished. He would do something sexy to Roy in public. Something like suck on his earlobe, say something dirty in his ear or smack roys ass. 

-Of course nipple torture is a thing they would take part in. 

Stuff I dont see them into

-Having multiple partners. 

-Knife play. I think they would have tried but I don't think roy would be into as much as ed would. I don't imagine its really roys thing. 

-Fire alchemy 

-Scat. I think the only thing in this category they would like is enema mainly for the humiliation factor. 

-Age play. 

-Think they'd be indifferent towards sex in water. They would do it if they were in the bath but not a thing they would seek out. 

-They would try sex with food but found they hate the clean up that's needed. Will still do it if they are in the kitchen.

-Of course no actual harm to any of them, nothing like cutting of limbs or anything with animals 

-I don't think they would do much with filming their activities together. I think they would take photos tho and have phone sex. 

-Totally think Ed is trying to get Roy to try out pony play but Roy's just not having it.  

-Don't think WAM is really Roy's thing except maybe oil on Ed's body but Ed would be more into getting wet and messy. Like Ed totally would be into whipped cream getting smothered all over his body and stuff but I don't think that's roys thing. 

-This might be an unpopular opinion but I don't think they would use kink to work through their truma. I think they would use it more as a way to escape reality and as stress relief. Like if it was in Brotherhood I don't see Roy using blind folds to work though his truma with being blind in an au that he gets his sight back or you know fire alchemy he would use it to see it can bring pleasure not just unconditional pain. I don't really see him using it in that way. I see it more with Ed tho but not as much. Like I wouldn't see Ed doing something like lying in a big transmutation circle and having sex in it. But maybe taking away senses would work through his guilt for Al and how Al never got to feel anything. Both of them would use it in a way to get a safe thrill. Like ed getting his adrenaline high and roy to express deep strong emotions in a healthy way. 

Me with the amount of information I've just spilled here. Hope you enjoyed and if you have any questions or thoughts please share them.

[wordfires]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Essek Thelyss & Caleb Widogast, Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast Characters: Essek Thelyss, Caleb Widogast Series: Part 2 of Essek Week 2021

the day two prompt for essek week was hiding // venom which i did mostly do but i dont control what happens when i write. in any case another thanks to @essek-week for putting this all together

feel free to read on ao3 or here!

Essek really was not adjusted to adventuring. The Aeorian ruins had revealed yet another secret in the form of fungus. There was the deadly frigid woe that had kept him especially wary of any spore-adjacent things to begin with, then the heat-seeking mold, and now this. He felt his pulse pound in his head and winced, taking a breath and peeling his eyes open.

His vision was blurry and his muscles ached, but he had enough of his wits about him and enough sight to check and recheck any visible veins, making sure for the last time it wasn’t frigid woe. 

It wasn’t, but he almost wished it was, at least then perhaps Caduceus or Jester could find some direction to cure whatever ailed him. He knew it was spore related⁠— he remembered them coming across a strange cavern, covered half in ice but even the cold couldn’t kill the strange mushrooms covering most of the remaining space. They had carefully been making a path avoiding the mushrooms as much as they could based on a hunch Caduceus had about what they were. He didn’t quite know what happened but somehow a cloud of spores had been released, and the next thing he knew was the Mighty Nein quickly crowding around him and pulling him into a tower of some sort.

Essek, now that the initial delirium seemed to have abated, expected that the tower was of Caleb’s conjuring. He just wished he could properly appreciate it and look for all the careful details the other wizard had likely put in, rather than being stuck in the room of dark purples and silver accents he couldn’t fully process.

“Essek?” He opened his eyes, not realizing they had closed again. He shifted, trying to turn towards the voice but only succeeding in hissing through his teeth as pain shot up his neck. “Nein, ah scheisse, be careful-” Piercing blue eyes met his own and he felt what he recognized as Caleb’s hand on his forearm. “We have a solution, potentially, but it will have to wait until the morning. I-” he paused, looking away and furrowing his brow as he massaged his face with his other hand, seemingly searching for words. “I will stay here. To keep watch on your condition. Jester and Caduceus need rest, and so does everyone else.”

Essek tried to respond, but violent coughs erupted from his throat, yanking him into a sitting position that pulled at his muscles. Caleb was silent but as the fit faded, he pressed a warm cup into Essek’s hands, equally warm fingers briefly brushing his and leaving a faint tingling sensation in their wake.

“Caduceus made this before he went to rest, he said it’s an old family cure.”

Essek carefully sipped at it, sighing as what was presumably tea soothed his throat. He met Caleb’s eyes. They seemed to be the only thing his vision could catch on without blurring.

“Caleb-” Essek cleared his throat, but only managed to set off another coughing fit.

“Shh, don’t stress yourself, friend.” Caleb let Essek take another sip before squeezing his forearm and gently taking the cup from his hands, quietly setting it on what must have been a bedside table. “Just try to rest, I’ll be right here.” Their eyes met again, and Essek thought he managed to nod but whatever pain the movement caused was numbed as the air hummed between them.

Caleb looked away, moving behind him before gesturing for Essek to lie down. He found himself almost sitting, pillows piled up behind him.

“My mother taught me this trick when I got sick as a child,” Caleb mumbled almost to himself as he pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat down, pulling a book off the bedside table into his lap. “She said it was good for the lungs. I never really figured out if that was true but…” the other wizard trailed off, pursing his lips before opening the book he had grabbed. “In any case, I am just going to read, but I am here if you need me.”

As Caleb fell silent, Essek couldn’t help the ache that gripped his chest, knowing that it had nothing to do with whatever sickness the spores were causing.

It was his guilt at every problem he had caused the Mighty Nein, so ready to call him friend when he had already betrayed them. It was the fact that he was causing yet another problem, holding them up in their venture to stop this thing that could very well end the known world. It was the sleep and rest Caleb clearly needed that Essek was taking from him. It was the way Caleb’s hair caught the light and the unnatural warmth of his skin that left Essek chilled after his touch, the way that his reverse figuring of a spell he had only seen Essek do had made his heart catch in his throat before he could register the threat using it in the Empire posed.

It was some time and most of the tea later when Essek felt he could finally speak again. He felt his heart twang again, looking with clearer vision at Caleb’s focus on his book. He couldn’t see well enough to get the book’s title, but he could tell that this was a moment of relaxation Caleb desperately needed, even if the tense set of his shoulders made it clear that he was far from relaxed.

“Caleb,” the wizard looked up, eyebrows raised inquisitively. “Thank you. For staying. I appreciate it, greatly.” Essek’s voice was hoarse, but he found it better than silence filled with only his thoughts. 

Caleb smiled softly, “You are part of the Mighty Nein, it is what we do.”

It was silent again, the air only filled with the quiet turn of pages.

“You know,” Essek huffed softly, not quite sure if the delirium had truly left him as he continued, “you once said I was not born with venom in my veins, but I certainly have put it there.”

“Essek-”

“I betrayed you before I even knew you, and now you sit at my sickbed while I am holding you up from what is quite possibly the most important thing any of us have ever done. I am trying to change, I am, but it feels as if the time I have to do so is slipping through my fingers. My own actions made me run from Rosohna and put me here, sick with some plant’s venom. And my own.” He kept his eyes down, only half sure Caleb was hearing words and not sickness-addled nonsense.

“Essek,” and there was Caleb’s hand at his forearm again, pulling a sharp inhale of surprise as Essek’s eyes jumped to meet his. “You have time, my friend, and you are not alone in this.” Essek watched as Caleb’s gaze left his, eyes seeming to search the air for the words he was looking for. “We- I am here with you. I will always be here with you and trust me, I know, change is not instant. I know you are trying, Essek, and I see what I have seen in myself.” Caleb’s hand found Esseks’ cheek, and Essek realized he was looking up into his eyes, though he hadn’t noticed when the wizard had stood up. “You have time, I promise.” Caleb pressed a kiss to Essek’s forehead, and Essek felt his breath hitch again. “Besides, you inhaled those spores, so it’s not venom, it’s poison.”

Essek let himself grin as his eyes fell closed again, “You’re ruining my metaphor, Widogast.”

“Alright, Thelyss, but you and your metaphor need rest.” Essek could hear the smile in Caleb’s voice, letting it soothe the tugging at his heart, if only for now.

[crisps-craft]

hi hi!! first off, i hope youre having a lovely day!!

i just found your page and i wanted to know if i was able to get a tarot reading about my spirit guide and what theyre like? i want to start getting into contact(?) with them but i find it hard to do when i cant picture them well in my head;;

if not though, thats totally fine!! good vibes to you either way! ^^

hi!! here are the messages i got!:

cards pulled: 6 of wands, 2 of cups, knight of pent, knight of swords, 6 of pentacles, 9 of wands, 3 of wands

from the literary witches oracle (i felt drawn to pull messages from this deck): the intellect, humanity, community, toad, cat, and elixir

with the 2 of cups, which flew out of my deck while i was shuffling, really shows me that your spirit guides want to connect with you right now. i think that they are communicating with you, but you might not notice it. sometimes the way that spirit guides talk to us can feel very invisible- for ex., they can communicate through gut feelings, channeling, emotions, revelations, etc. i got this picture in my head of them inside or on top of you head feeding you information ! so you might naturally have a lot of claircognizance where you find yourself naturally knowing things without any explanation. i do see that they speak to you- they are very communicative which is cool because some guides i connect with are more quiet. if you listen closely to the language of intuition, to your instincts- they are there and they have so much to say. i think part of this is that you need to trust your instincts and the knowledge that comes to you. part of you might not even notice the claircognizance because it feels so natural !

sometimes guides can be hard to visualize- i get that. when i connect with them, i typically see colors and that type of thing. they are more vibrational than anything in my experience. i think the coolest thing about this guide is that ,, they arent super visual. i keep feeling the sensation of talking- they are very very communicative. if you meditate, i feel like you are more likely to hear them than to see them. automatic writing might be very useful to you to connect with them- just write what your intuition is saying, dont worry if it is right or not. once you are in that stream of consciousness and you are letting yourself flow, you are going to see your guide very well. your guide has more female energy tbh - extremely intelligent, fast thinker, etc. - this explains the Intellect card very well. she is so knowledgeable and she also helps you with ur intellect too! whether you realize it or not (its more subconscious) she is like a teacher giving you lessons and lectures. you might enjoy philosophy tbh- like you might be a naturally philosophical / insightful person and she is part of the reason why. its like your souls have this lil back and forth with your analyses and thoughts- i think you communicate a lot. if you are thinking about things and find yourself naturally taking two stances of an argument or debate at the same time- its her helping you expand your worldview. phew. that was a lot to type out haha. she moves and talks very fast- shes very smart. its hard to keep up with her haha.

you definitely have other guides as well, but she is the one that you will connect with first. something that will help you connect with her is the 6 of pentacles- understand the give and take, the equilibrium of flow between you two. she is talking, and you are listening. but she also wants to hear your thoughts too! she wants to listen. understanding these roles will help you interact with her. if you meditate and let your thought stream flow, she'll be there for sure.

another message, you are a very smart person. you are smarter than you realize. even ur astrological placements show this energy in you too- the gemini moon. you definitely have a lot of intellect- you are always analyzing, pondering, contemplating with ideas. you partake in the mercurial dance of the quest for meaning and truth. its so beautiful. you definitely think A LOT (i got gem placements i feel ya its so hard to shut off thoughts lol) like you might randomly just start analyzing a moral issues, philosophy or idea in your head and ponder it intensely. you find yourself slipping in and out of various roles in debates- you like taking all sides because you understand that there is no such thing as objective truth. you want to understand every side of the situation and move on from there. your guide is always there <3 try speaking to her! it will help. even if its out loud, journaling, or even in your mind in meditation. she will listen.

also, the community card was cool to see too! i think you definitely have some ancestral energy that are your other spirit guides. im not sure if this guide is an ancestor or not tbh- im going to guess not just because of how crazy high her vibration is (in a good way lol) she feels like a higher dimensional being. another message i got: are you a writer? i feel like there is some sort of truth or story attached to you. i would recommend you sharing this truth with the world. she will help you put the pieces of this story together. there is so much mental energy around you.

a last message, beware of self sabotage. you might unconsciously set yourself up for failure by beating yourself up. she wants to help you work through those knots. shadow work might help you with that, too.

also, even though you don't need healing crystals to connect with guides, they might help. yellow calcite might help you paired with black tourmaline or obsidian? the calcite will help with that mental energy that she has while the obsidian will help ground you so you are able to connect to her high energy flow.

i hope that this could help <3 lmk if it resonated!! i wish u the best!

[violetnotez]

Big Bro Dabi- (PLATONIC) Dabi x Reader

Anonymous: I saw request were opened and i wanted to request a dabi related one. It could be HC or a short story its all up to you, but what about the reader kinda of being a little sister to dabi? (Not by blood ) like she was a villain herself in the league and dabi and her get close and form a close brother sister bond, but after a mission shes left behind and captured by the heros what happens from there is up to you! But i always wanted to see how dabi would be in the role of a big bro

Omg anon this is such a cool idea I read this and I am completely in love with a big brother Dabi!!!

I broke this up into a mini fic, HC, and then the request is at the bottom (cause I may or may not have gone a little overboard with the idea *u*)

Also- this is a completely PLATONIC bother and sister relationship between y/n and Dabi, nothing romantic at all!

(RULES  | MASTERLIST| REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

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How You Met:

“Don't touch me!” the girl pleaded frantically, her hands and face covered in dirt and soot, her clothes tattered.

Dani stared at her terrified face, confusion riddled in his brows.

She didn’t look scared of him, no-she was scared of herself. Her arms were riddled with cuts and bruises from her quirk-she obviously didn’t have control over it.

A memory flitted into his body, making his body cringe from pain-he remembered when he couldn’t control his quirk, the effects of that permanently set into his skin.

He looked at the girl, empathy he hadn’t felt in a very long time filling his stomach. He crouched down, holding out a scarred hand.

The girl stared at him with shocked, tear stained eyes.

“Didn’t you listen to me?!?” you yelled, panic in your voice, “I said don’t touch me-I’m dangerous!”

“What’s so bad about being dangerous?” Dabi questioned, making you go silent.

“Your quirk isn’t a bad thing,” he continued, “it’s just powerful.”

He gave himself a small minute to think-if you could join the League and control that quirk of yours, you could be a good asset to the team. It was powerful, and even though you didnt have a handle on it right now, didnt mean you couldnt learn how to.

“Come with me,” he commanded gently, “I can help you-you won’t hurt yourself anymore.”

You kept staring at his hand, the purple skin becoming a blur in your tears.

“But I’ll hurt you.”

He chuckled darkly, shaking his head. 

“You won’t-you see how scarred my skin is? That’s because I couldn’t control my quirk either-the scarred skin doesn’t feel sensations all too well. But I learned though, and I'm fine.  And you will too-just take my hand. I promise you’ll be okay.”

You stared at his face, your chest heavily slightly with the comforting thought of being with someone who finally wanted to help you, and who understood what you were going through.

You slowly took his hand, allowing him to help you from the ground.

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Big Brother Dabi HC

Nobody knew how overprotective Dabi would be

He’s very good at giving you space, but if he sees any man so much as glance at you

He is going to give them a glare that could kill

It probably can

Pray for the boys that try to flirt or ask you out

You will have to literally restrain Dabi because he will want to char them to a crisp

Is a total dick all the time

Like he will randomly snatch up your phone and hold it up because he is a GIANT and smirk at you as you try and get it back

Will scold you for using cuss words but will use them himself

Hates seeing you cry- he will let you cry in peace first and then come after with your fav food and will listen to what’s wrong

If somebody actually made you cry- Jesus Christ he will find them and hurt them so bad they will have to go to the ER

This man dont play around

You and Toga will most likely be super close like sisters and all three of you will be wrecking havoc

You and Toga have begged Dabi to let you two do his makeup 

Always tells you straight up “Hell no”

Doesn’t mean you won’t put it on his face when he sleeps right?

Almost burnt your face off when he woke up and found himself gliterry eyeliner and lipstick

Asks you for help when he dyes his hair and you have to get a step stool to reach his head

He is so TALLLLL

Is constantly forcing you to train 

He knows you hate it and he isn’t very fond of it either but it’s good bonding time

But he’s just terrified he’ll lose you in battle one day and he can’t even stand the idea of it

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FIC: Getting Taken Hostage By the Heroes

“Holy shit-Dabi!” you gasped, pointing at the bodies coming towards you ,the sound of poilce sirens filling the air.

Dabi followed your outstretched finger, seeing why you were so worried- you two had been cornered in a matter of seconds.

“How the hell did they figure out our plan?” Dabi asked as you both broke out in a run, trying to get hidden in the trees of the forest you were currently in.

Shigaraki had split up the League earlier in order to get a better success of the mission- Him and Black Mist would be giving commands, while Toga and Twice actually went in to do the dirty work of the mission. All you and Dabi had to do was keep watch outside, something you both found insignificant and boring. But you didn't expect the police to show up, let alone the Heroes.

“How the hell- am I supposed to know?!” you panted, trying to keep up with Dabi’s pace. “We just need to get out-”

Footsteps were getting louder behind you, shouts of the Heroes trying to follow your path making your heart beat reverently against your rib cage. You didn't want to think about getting caught by the heroes- you knew they couldn't do anything to harm you, it was against their whole moral basis for their profession, but the thought of going on trial and dealing with not being free to do what you wanted made your spine shiver. You would never let somebody control your life- you’d rather die than do that.

Dabi kept on running, the night making it hard to see in front of him. He secretly felt grateful for having such a tall stature, because he was able to run quickly and get some distance with the heroes. You, though, weren't so lucky- he was hoping that you were holding up and able to follow him, even if you had a hard time keeping up. The heroes sounded to be getting closer, and he couldn't help but feel a small jolt of fear: if they caught him or you, you both would be done for, and he couldn't stand the idea of you getting caught-

A scream filled the night air, making his blood run cold.

“DABI!” you shrieked, feeling a rough hand wrap around your arm. One of the heroes had finally caught up to you, using his powerful strength to pull you from running back to Dabi. 

Dabi swiveled around, unable to find you. God damn it- he should have checked to make sure you were right behind him. What the hell was he thinking? Dabi cursed at himself, panic and fury filling in his stomach as he heard his name being screamed again.

He looked at the trees, trying to figure out which opening would lead to you. Why the hell did you have to get caught?

He quickly decided on a direction, going into a sprint as anger began to rise in his stomach. Whoever caught you and was making you that scared was going to fucking pay- nobody hurt the people he loved.

Dabi had begun to regard you like a sister, seeing alot of himself in you: you at first had trouble controlling your quirk, making you feel terrified of yourself and weak. But as he began to train you, he realized he found himself growing to like you: you were snarky, sarcastic as hell, and silly enough to even make him chuckle a little. You were beginning to be something of a little sister to him, and he was willing to do anything to protect you.

“Stop squirming!” the hero commanded, his strength making your arm begin to tingle with pain.

“Go to hell!” you spat back, not caring you were being disrespectful. 

“DABI!” you screamed again, continuing to fight against the hero. You felt trapped, like a prey getting caught by a predator.

You heard another pair of feet run behind you, your heart sinking seeing that they were not Dabi’s but yet another Hero.

“You caught one of them?” the new comer asked, making you shoot daggers into their eyes.

“Yes, but she’s not cooperating,” the other struggled to say as you fought against their grip.

The new Hero looked at your with scorn, your desperate attempts to flee making him frown.

“Maybe some time at the station will make them calm down,” they commented, the other nodding in agreement.

You eyes became wide with fear, your stomach feeling heavy. 

“Your both fucking hilarious, thinking I’m going to go there! Your asses are going to be dead!” you retorted, making them both a little shocked you would so outright cuss them out. 

“I’d watch your mouth-”

“Lets just take her!” the other interrupted his comrade, the latter grunting in distatse as they began to drag you away.

Fear erupted in your stomach as you were unable to get yourself away from the Heroes. You refused to get taken by them- you weren't going without a fight. You began clawing and kicking like an animal, not caring you were most likely hurting the Hero.

“Dabi! DABI!” you screamed out again- he wasnt that far away when you had gotten caught- he was okay right?- he heard you, didnt he?- he couldnt have gotten caught-

The new comer looked back, throwing a confused dirty look at your struggling form. “Who is she even calling to?”

The hero holding onto you stopped abruptly, looking at a figure in front of him.

The other noticed his sudden change, looking over his shoulder to find himself face to face with Dabi, his lazy smirk sending a wave of comfort to envelope your body.

“She’s calling for me,” he answered, his voice steady and strong. “Now, if you let her ago, you two wont get hurt- that bad.”

“You really think we’d give up that easy?! You’re crazy,” the newcomer retorted, taking on a battle stance.

You stared at Dabi, the pain in your arm pulsing as you watched his expression. Fear began to ripple inside you- to anyone who saw Dabi, he looked calm and collected- bored even. But you knew him too well- the clench in his jaw and the fire in his eyes told you he was furious, and when he was furious, he wasnt afraid to kill.

“Alright,” he shrugged, rolling his eyes, “suit yourself.”

Just then, you felt the intense grip on your arm release, the hero cryng out in pain as his arm became painted with his own blood. You looked to your side, hearing the manic giggles of Toga as she hide in the trees, her knives glinting in the moonlight. Twice then tackled the latter Hero, making them curse as they fought with the multitude of clones he created.

A smile enveloped on your face- you were safe. Your friends had your back.

Your vision became to froth with purple and black mist, knowing full well that Kurogiri was close by as your body began to sink into his portal-like quirk. You noticed the others began to do the same, Toga slinking in to her own with a love sink grin with Twice following behind.

Only Dabi didnt step into his own.

 Just before you fully submerged,  you watched Dabi look at the battered heroes with hatred. He raised his scarred hand, your vision turning a dangerous color of fiery blue as he activated his quirk, painting the night icy white.

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[tokyoghoose]

nous aimons tous les deux jours

pairing: dabi x reader

playlist: things we never say - bad bad habits*, sincerity is scary - the 1975, love love love - of monsters and men, if i go, im going - gregory alan isakov, i dont know me like you do - low hum, if i get high - nothing but thieves ( alice kristiansen cover ), i dare you - the regrettes, problems - deathbyromy, fool of you - meltt, hell and you - amigo the devil, creature - it looks sad, tongues and teeth - the crane wives, hooked ( addicted you might say ) - eleisha eagle, nothings gonna hurt you baby - cigarettes after sex, a dream of you - far caspian, so alright, cool, whatever - the happy fits, a lovely night - ryan gosling

warnings: mentions of violence, brief mentions of drugs for expression, and suggestive themes

summary: we love every other day

announcements!

this is my first try at a enemies/lover thingy! Originally it was going to be an enemy to lovers but i liked the idea that they're just on opposing sides a little more haha. Lemme know if you'd like to see the other one though!

i know there are a lot of hero x villain fics like this out there 😌 this is my take on it, so please bare with me!

feedback is welcome and appreciated! requests are open!

"We really have to stop meeting like this."

An addiction. That's what it is. Either that or it's some kind of reverse psychology like you want what you can't have—because nothing else makes sense. If you knew him as a regular person, honestly you probably wouldn't have given him a second thought. If he was a hero you worked beside—or god forbid a villain—then you probably wouldn't have cared for a hookup or two, but then you'd get over it. It's not infatuation. It's an addiction. It's toxic and unhealthy and it just feels good even if it shouldn't. But the high; the high is unbeatable.

It continues on forever and more. From the moment his gaze pierces yours it's like snorting a rail of coke or taking a tab and the trip never ends. It's not even the fact you could get caught. You two are so damn obvious; anyone who stumbles into an alleyway at three in the morning would see the two of you doing more than what a fight warrants. It's just him. It's simply Dabi.

Romeo and Juliette's syndrome is probably a better term for it. But hell, it's not like he'd die for you. Right? It's not like you've known each other way longer than some days and nights and you certainly aren't teenagers and he's definitely not somebody who moves onto a girl and decides he's in love at first sight just because his 'rosaline' left him face down ass up. So maybe Romeo and Juliette is just lack of a better term.

But it's so unfair. How the hell are you supposed to escape him when it's like he's around every corner. With every breath you take, it's like he's an inch closer to crushing your chest with his. And maybe you want him to? This isn't very hero-like.

"You're the one always tracking me down, doll."

The pet name sends shivers down your spine and it makes you want him all the more.

Who am I? What has gotten into me?

You blame the pink tint to your cheeks on the brisk wind of the night, but the heat to them is a large contrast. You cross your arms over your chest and scoff, trying to look taller, stronger, and broader. Not in a threatening way, but more a warning.

This time you'll really take him out.

"In case you forgot, it's my job."

You tell yourself that every time.

And every time he gets away.

"I'm not doing anything but taking a walk."

He steps closer, the already short distance between you two getting shorter. The streetlamp that cuts the scene in half flickers, a moth flying away from the light and towards the moon. You count three squares in distance and you resist the urge to step back.

"You're a wanted criminal, Dabi."

He doesn't deny it but scoffs anyway, shoving his hands into his pockets leisurely. It's like he's never bothered. You're just a nat he's waiting to squash. You have to remind yourself of that: You're just prey.

"I think you just miss me." His tone is serious, but he's only teasing—no matter how true it is. You're starting to think that he can read minds—it's actually quite concerning.

You force a laugh past your lips, trying to show you aren't bothered by what he says. It's just a game of cat and mouse, and it's time the roles switch.

"Please. I could throw you in jail right now."

"But you wouldn't do that. Isn't that right, bunny?"

Your guard faulters and it gives him the opening he needs to corner you completely—and quite literally. It's a blink of an eye and he has you against the brick wall. It'd look rather suspicious to anyone passing, or maybe it looks endearing. But it doesn't matter, to begin with when it's a barren street. Even the crickets seem to have fled.

It's like wherever Dabi walks, everything else scatters. If it were the sea, you're sure it'd part red.

Dabi smirks, trapping you between his body and the cool, damp bricks. The mist from earlier rain seeps slowly into your hero suit, sending a violent chill down your spine. His other hand touches your hip, fingers grazing the fabric so faintly that it'd feel non-existent if it weren't for the heat radiating off them. You hitch your breath when his nose nudges your neck, his hot breath causes shivers and his eyes bore into your own with something mischievous.

"I-"

His lips ghost the skin of your neck and you subconsciously pull it taut, tilting your head to the side. You're beginning to hate how your body arches into his and how it reacts to the simplest of touches.

Like a brick to a window, your dissolve shattered easily.

Dabi quirks a brow, challenging you to continue as you sputter about. It's embarrassing. You can hear him say it now, just like so many times before: "Oh? A big hero like you getting flustered by a big bad villain like me? How cute."

Your walkie talkie comes alive with static and a voice cuts in asking for help to take down a gang of criminals a few cities over.

My saving grace.

"I-I have to go." You push him away by the shoulders with sudden confidence, but he doesn't seem to put up much resistance.

God, you want to wipe the smug smirk off his face.

He backs off and turns with an unbothered wave, proving his point that you wouldn't- couldn't touch him, much less win against him in any sort of battle. The untouchable.

"Until next time, right?"

———

It's like a new tide from the moon—how fast your feelings towards him change. He's awful. A criminal, a villain, a murderer. He's the literal icon of everything your against.. or of what you're supposed to be against.

But you understand him. You get his whys and you feel his emotion like you're apart of them. You empathize with him and it makes you so fucking angry at yourself because you know—as a hero—you should never side with a villain like him, no matter how much sense he starts to make.

Blame it on his tone and the smoothness of his words. He's just a swindler.

The next time isn't even a full week later. He technically protects you from some randoms in an alleyway and you catch him in the act of it all, turning to catch whoever was following you, only to be met with cold blue eyes and a pile of ashes in front of you.

Of course, it ultimately ends in the same place it always does; his bed.

His scent and touch linger a little too long after these meetings and you decide once again that this is the last time.

It's a real shame you have to blame it on his body heat and not the undeniable attraction you feel towards him. But you suppose that could count towards it.

His hands are anywhere—everywhere—and they leave a fire in their wake. It's too much and still not enough. All you want is to be closer. Fingers in his hair, pulling him into you until you can't, and then pulling him in more. It's like air, the way you breathe him in. When you finally give into dabi it no longer becomes a crime, but a necessity.

It's overbearing and messy and awful, but you can't help but slip into his embrace and into his warmth.

It's freezing and he's the sun.

Tangled in between cotton sheets, you feel him rub circles into your shoulder and you hear his heartbeat. It's reassuring to know someone like him even has one. Then again, he probably wouldn't have protected you if he didn't have one. How many times has he saved you from harm's way? Honestly, one time is too many.

It almost makes this fling of yours respectable. It almost makes you want to admit you're falling for that smug face and bad attitude.

"We talked about what we'd do if we ran into your league again, you know?"

Why on earth would you bring that up of all things, y/n?

He doesn't need to know anything about your career, much less your plans to take his team down.

"Hmm.. is that so?" Dabi's fingers move up to draw languid circles into your collarbone before shifting slightly to loom over you. His other hand comes to rest on your hip, sending a searing, but welcomed heat to the flesh. You hiss quietly at the sensation, already knowing there's a bruise forming from the activities not too long ago. His lips replace his hand on your neck and he removes his arm from under your head to hold himself up.

Your hand finds his messy hair, fingers delving into the raven locks and tugging gently as he makes his way to the column of your throat and to your ear. He nips at it, nose brushing against your jaw; his hot breath creating goosebumps that rise to your flesh.

"I like knowing you think of me when I'm not around, Angel."

The tone and raspiness of his voice makes you groan, feeling him kiss beneath your jaw. You just know he's smirking at the reactions he elicits from you because you can feel it. He enjoys watching your internal struggle. You can't act like you didn't choose to form whatever this is with him.

You tug his hair to look at him, bringing his face up and he almost looks annoyed that you disrupted his path heading down towards your chest. Your lips ghost over each other's and you lean in for a kiss, only for him to pull away and leave you chasing.

"I also like when you call my name."

Your hand falls from his hair to cup his jaw, practically pulling him forward into a kiss. It's rough to cover up the intimacy and need behind it. His fingers dig into the plush of your hip, thumb pressed into your stomach before his hand goes upward with an ulterior motive.

Pulling away from him before he can initiate anything more, you run your thumb across his lips and the silver bands that adore the lower half of his face. Surprisingly enough, it didn't take long to adjust to the different textures

"And I like how you kiss me."

This almost feels too domestic—not that you mind, but you're positive he knows you're wrapped around his finger, in the palm of his hand. It's impossible to hide it now. Your actions speak louder than the three words on the tip of your tongue, poisoning your mind.

It makes you cringe when you think about it all. How easily he can get into your head and twist your arm. Some nights you catch yourself thinking that maybe you'll be able to convince him to open his eyes a little wider to see your point of view, especially when you've begun to see his. They're horrible—the villains you go against, but he makes them seem so different. You hate how he makes you double think everything.

He playfully nips at your thumb when you push it gently between his lips, teasingly. His hands trail up your arms, pulling them off of him and above your head. You're the one who makes the move to intertwine fingers as he pushes them down harshly on the pillow underneath you. Insatiable. That's what he is. Is it so wrong to keep wanting more?

The sun beginning to rise over the horizon and spilling in through the window doesn't seem to stir him as he makes his descent from your lips.

You already know that by the next morning you'll hate him and that surrounds him. You'll hate yourself for listening to your heart instead of your head simply because it just 'feels so right.' It's a constant cycle between the two of you, and you're sure he feels the same. He doesn't agree with anything you stand by like a hero, but there's something that keeps him close enough.

There's only so much you can expect, even when you deny it over and over.

But god, you have to stop meeting like this.

[forhongjoong]

all yours

a soft but smutty first time fic in which hongjoong is leaving for two weeks worth of fansign’s and you want to make sure he’s thinking of you the whole time he’s away

pairing: kim hongjoong x female reader

word count: 4k

contains: first time, face sitting, blowjobs, slight dom!hongjoong towards the end, some dirty talk

(a/n: so it’s been probably a good 7 or so years since i even thought about writing any sort of fic but i just... couldn’t get the idea for this out of my head so here we are. if it sucks dont @ me but if you enjoy it pls do let me know!!! also i specifically made the read plus size bc i wanted to read some rep for us bigger atinys and i rarely find it anywhere in writing)

You let out a deep, shaky breath as you step back and take one final glance in the mirror. Your eyes rake over the simple but sexy red lingerie you had picked out for the occasion, and you try your hardest not to focus on all of the little flaws jumping out at you. Tonight was going to be a good night - a special night - and you had worked yourself up to it for so long , you weren’t about to let your self-consciousness get the best of you now. Tonight was your last night with Hongjoong before he left for two weeks of fansigns in different provinces throughout the country. It was also a few days before his birthday, and you were both pretty sad that you wouldn’t be able to celebrate together. The company had given the group a few days of vacation prior to setting off on the tour so you finally had him to yourself. You take another shaky breath and try and tamp down the rest of your nerves before you go out to face Hongjoong, who is lounging on the bed of your small Seoul studio apartment.

It’s not like you guys had never been intimate at all before but it was mostly short and steamy moments in between appearances or during your lunch break or in his studio when the rest of the group had already called it a night. This was the first full night you had him to yourself since you took the step past chaste kisses and shyly interlaced fingers and it was the first time, you’ll be taking this step – The Big Step. You were ready. You trust Hongjoong. You want him and you know it. But that tiny bit of insecurity just won’t leave you alone. You’re a bigger girl and these insecurities have been drilled into you from such a young age. You can’t help it, even if you know that Hongjoong loves you and everything about your body. Even when he’s told you that a million times. Your eyes just can’t help but glue themselves the small roles on your back or the way your arms fall against your sides or the jiggle in your thighs. Hongjoong has never seen you like this before, most of your prior intimate moments were too quick for clothing to come off or in the dark where you couldn’t be seen. What if he didn’t like you like this? What if you didn’t want you after seeing all of you? No. You aren’t going to let those thoughts get to you. You shake your head one last time and turns towards the door. You love him. You want this. You’re ready.

You open the door and see Hongjoong splayed across your bed in sweatpants and a t-shirt that looks extra-large on his small (but very toned) frame.  He’s half-heartedly scrolling through Netflix trying to find another film to watch while his other hand brings a beer can up to his mouth to take a sip.

“Babe, I think we should-“ he stops mid-sentence when he finally lays eyes on you, nearly choking on the sip of beer he just took. “Fuck.”

He immediately sets the beer down and pushes the laptop to the side. He rolls off the bed and starts making his way towards you, taking in every inch of your body. His eyes are burning into you and your body starts to heat up. You fidget and fight the urge to turn around, walk straight back into the bathroom, and lock the door behind you. Your arms instinctively wrap around your stomach to cover the area you’re most insecure about and you bite your lip, avoiding his eyes at all costs.

“Fuck baby, you look… incredible,” he’s standing in front of you now and he softly tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him. His eyes are soft and warm and loving, the eyes that made you fall for him. But you see something deeper than that tonight. Underneath the typical soft warmth, you can see a hint a darkness and lust and even beyond that, hunger. For you.

“You like it?” You bite your lip nervously and Hongjoong nods as he gently takes both of your hands in his, pulling them away from your stomach, “Your birthday is in a few days and I- I wanted to give you something really special. Something that would make you think of me the whole time you’re on tour.”

You look up at him again, a burst of confidence surging through you, and you slide one of your hands up his arm and onto his shoulder. You feel his goosebumps under your touch and the tiny shiver he lets out and you realize how much you have on effect on him. He can’t keep his eyes from roaming up and down your body; an act that would have made you feel so self-conscious just twenty minutes early but pushes you forward, and has you lead him towards the bed.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he says with a chuckle, letting himself be pulled to the bed. “God baby, you can’t just… spring this on me with no warning. I was so not prepared for this. Like, holy shit you just look – wow.”

Hearing Hongjoong stutter over his words makes you giggle, and your nervousness starts to melt away as you think about how much he wants you, how much he loves you. You turn him and push him back onto the bed gently, desire starting to burn deep in your stomach. He swallows hard and slides back so he’s leaning against the headboard, his eyes never leaving yours. You crawl onto the bad and straddle yourself on his lap, always careful to never put too much weight on him. His hands instinctively go to rest on your hips and his thumb gently strokes the skin there causing you to shiver. You cup his face in your hands and lean down to give him a soft but needy to kiss.

“I want you,” you say softly, trailing one of your hands down his neck and onto his chest. He’s small but he’s toned, and you’ve always found his chest to be so sexy. You lean down and place a kiss in the crook of his neck, “So badly.”

He hisses and tightens his grip on your hips. You can tell he’s fighting the urge to flip you over and take control. He loves to be dominant, but this night is about you and your comfort, so he lets you keep the pace.

“I’m yours. All yours,” He smiles up at you and your heart melts as you lean down to kiss him, harder this time. Your mouth opens to deepen the kiss and he follows your lead, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him. You tangle you hands in his soft hair, still tinged red from One To All promotions and you moan as he takes your bottom lip in between his teeth. Biting. He knows that’s a weakness of yours and you’ve had more than one instance of rushing of covering up love bites he’s left behind after visiting you during your lunch breaks.

You roll your hips down and the noise that escapes him is guttural. He bucks his hips up in response and you gasp, your grip in his hair tightening. He smirks against your lips and begins to sit you both upright, his hands travel up to the clasp of your bra and as he starts to unhook it, you involuntarily flinch. You pull back slightly, nervousness visible in your eyes again. You’d never been this exposed in front of him and certainly not with the lights on. Hongjoong notices the look in your eyes and brings a hand around to cup your face. His eyes search yours and it’s as if he can tell what’s bothering you simply from that.

“You’re so so beautiful baby. Always,” he bites his lip, “and I want you… I want to see all of you like this. But only if you’re comfortable. That’s always the most important thing to me.” You smile softly and wrap your arms around Hongjoong’s neck. How did you get so lucky? You never imagined finding someone who makes you feel so giddy and comfortable and loved all the time, but then Hongjoong stumbled into your life and everything changed. You love him. And you want to share this, share yourself with him. And you want him to share himself with you too. You reach around and unclasp your bra, gingerly sliding the straps down off your shoulders. Hongjoong holds his breath and his eyes trail downwards as you slowly expose more and more of your breasts to him. He helps you pull the straps off your arms and tosses the bra off the bed, his eyes never once leaving your chest. You flush red and, quick to even the score, you tug at his t-shirt indicating that you want it off. He chuckles and lets you pull the soft black cloth over his head and it joins your bra on the floor. You take in his exposed chest. You’d obviously seen it before but never in this manner. Your eyes make their way down his body, taking in the all the moles which you love so deeply and his toned abdomen, all leading you down to the faint dusting of dark hair that trails into his sweatpants. Fuck. Your boyfriend is sexy as hell.

You’re brought back to reality when Hongjoong takes one of your breasts in his hand, squeezing as his thumb brushes ever so slightly over your nipple. You gasp and arch your back forward and a smirk plants itself on Hoongjoong’s face. He repeats the motion, harder this time, and your head falls forward onto his chest as moan tumbles from your lips.

“Oh, you like that, huh, baby?” You can hear the smirk in his voice as he brings his other hand up to your unattended breast, this time pinching your nipple between his fingers. You let out a yelp and grind down on his crotch, unable to control your body’s reaction. You can feel how hard he is underneath you and Hongjoong let’s out a deep hiss from the sensation. He pulls your chin up and his lips are on immediately on yours, needy and heavy, his tongue in your mouth. You kiss him back with the same desperation, fisting your hands in his hair and continuing to grind down on his hard member, the sensation radiating through your core. Hongjoong is kissing his way down your neck now, stopping to nip at your earlobe, earning another loud moan from you. He finds your sensitive spot and quickly works a love bite into your skin. He gently kisses the now purple mark and continues to trail kisses down to your breast, quickly taking a nipple into his mouth. You moan relentlessly as he works one nipple with his mouth and the other with his fingers, stopping after a bit to switch.

Your arousal is getting unbearable now and you want more. You need more. You grab one of Hongjoong’s wrists and lead it down your body, leaving it hovering over your core as realization hits him. He looks up at you, his eyes widened slightly in surprise at your boldness, but he wastes no time in pressing his hand to your sex, gently running a finger along your panty-clad folds. A shudder runs through you and you would have fallen back if not for Hongjoong’s other hand holding you steady against him. He looks up at you again, this time his eyes darkened with desire, and his fingers teasingly dance along the hem of your panties.

“Joong, please~” You whimper and Hongjoong almost loses it at the sound of his name falling from your lips in such a desperate manner. He dips his hand into your panties and one of his fingers immediately finds your clit, circling around the sensitive bud a few times before sliding further down your folds and teasing your entrance.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” He muses, eyes fixed on your crotch and the way his fingers are working you. He slowly dips a finger into your entrance, and you gasp loudly, bucking against his hand. He chuckles and pulls his finger out before plunging back in with a second finger added. “So fucking sexy.”

Hongjoong’s fingers skillfully work your core and have you pouring out profanities mixed in with your moans. You can feel how much he’s getting off on the way his actions are impacting you. You can see the tent in his sweatpants indicating just how turned on he is. You’re eager to take some of your control back and you loved the look on his face earlier when you led his hand down to your wet sex. You want to seem him look at you like that again.

“Joong, I want –“ You hesitate and stutter, the image of what you’re about to ask flashing before your eyes. Hongjoong senses your hesitation and brings his unoccupied hand up to cup your face, eyeing you softly.

“What do you want babe? You can tell me.” He nods reassuringly, bringing a soft kiss to your lips for emphasis. You smile softly at him and his actions remind you just how much he loves you. Insecurities be damned, tonight was about you and Hongjoong and the two of you sharing this moment with each other. You square your shoulders and look him straight in the eye as the words fall out of your mouth.

“I want to sit on your face.”

You can tell he’s taken aback by the request. His eyes widen and his mouth drops open and you can practically his mind is processing the words you just said. He processes quickly and his eyes return to the darkened shade of lust. Next thing you know he’s scrambling out from under you and laying back on the bed in anticipation. You chuckle at his eagerness and take note at the fact that the poor man is still painfully straining through his sweatpants. He’s been so focused on making you feel good and you’ve been so focusing on the way he’s been making you feel; he’s gotten almost no attention himself. You make a mental note to fix that very soon.

You sit up and shimmy out of your panties, painfully aware of the fact that you are now completely naked in front of him. The way he’s taking in every inch of your body makes you blush and the heat pooling in your core only intensifies. You quickly make your way to the top of the bed and face forward as you position yourself over his face. You look down at him for affirmation and he nods eagerly, biting his lip in anticipation. You slowly lower yourself down towards his face and as soon as your thighs are in reach for him, he pulls you the rest of the way down, eagerly taking a long, slow lick up your slit. The noise you make is so wanton, you’re shocked to hear it come out of your own mouth. Hongjoong hums against your sex and puts his tongue to work on your clit. He tongues and sucks on the sensitive bud until you’re shaking so hard you have to brace yourself on his chest for support.

His tongue dips into your opening repeatedly and your moans are incessant at this point. You manage to focus your eyes forward and are drawn to the bulge in Hongjoong’s pants. An idea pops into your head and you smirk as you lean forward further, coming face-to-face with his erection. You begin to palm him through his sweats and he pauses his actions to let out a string of profanities against your inner thigh. Damn. He must have really been struggling to hold it in. You start to slide his sweatpants down and he lifts his hips allowing you to slide both them and his briefs down his legs. His cock isn’t super girthy but it’s lengthy and you don’t think you’ll be to fit the full thing in your mouth. You gently take his member in your hand and lick from the base all the up to the tip, tonguing at the head before taking his tip into your mouth. Hongjoong is moaning against your thigh, but never one to be beat out, he puts his tongue back to work on your clit and slides one of his fingers into you. You moan loudly and you can feel him shudder in reaction to the sensation against his cock.

You take more of him in your mouth, eager to see how much you can handle. When his tip hits the back of your throat and you gag a bit, there’s still quite a bit left to go so you use your hand to make up for the length you can’t take. You slowly pump your mouth up and down, using your hand to pump the area you can’t reach. Hongjoong is trying his best not to buck his hips into your mouth but you can feel him twitching beneath you. You smirk as you swirl you tongue around his head, kind of amazed at the effect you’re able to have on him. Your focus doesn’t last for long as Hongjoong is fucking three fingers into you now, his tongue still working on your clit, and you can feel the heat in your core growing and expanding as your climax approaches.

“Joong, I’m so close.” Your head falls onto Hongjoong’s thigh and he picks up the pace. Your thighs clamp around his face and you’re bucking your hips against his mouth and his fingers feel oh so good inside of you. Your body starts to shake as you reach the edge and Hoongjoong’s name is spilling out of your mouth repeatedly as you cum. You collapse on top of him and catch your breath. He peppers soft kisses along the inside of your thighs, and you can feel him smiling against your skin.

After taking a moment to recuperate you crawl back up to him and pull him into a deep kiss. His mouth slots against yours as his hands run lazily up and down your back. Later you realize you were too blissed out and too happy to even feel insecure when he touched your love handles. You’re worn out but you’re not ready to stop and you want to make sure Hongjoong gets off before the night is over. You reach over into your nightstand drawer and dig around a bit before pulling out a condom. Hongjoong raises his eyebrows at this and you shrug innocently.

“What?” You say, in a tone that’s anything but innocent, “So maybe I’ve been wanting this for a while.” Hongjoong chuckles and pulls you back into him planting kisses all over your face before working his way down to your neck again. You tilt your head and allow him access and sigh at the sensation. One of his hands comes up to cup your breast again and he squeezes gently. You could definitely get use to nights like this with him.

You know Hongjoong likes to dom in the bedroom, thanks to a very drunken game of 20 Questions that happened on one of your earlier dates. He’s been so gentle and patient all night, making sure you were comfortable with the pace of things and putting your pleasure first, you wanted him to have his pleasure now.

“Baby –“ You say softly. You rarely call him ‘baby’. That was more of his pet name for you. You preferred to call him Joong with the occasional ‘babe’ thrown in. Hearing you use the rare pet name causes him to pause his actions and he looks up at you expectantly.

“I want you to take me now.”

Those words flip a switch in him and next thing you know, he flips you onto your back and you let out of yelp from the sheer force of it. He kicks his sweats and boxers off completely and tears open the condom package, rolling the protection over his length. His eyes are dark. The darkest they’ve been yet tonight, and you can feel the heat returning to your core with the anticipation of what’s to come. Hongjoong strokes his cock and runs it up and down your slit a few times causing you to shudder. He pauses at your entrance looking to you for affirmation. You bite your lip and nod and he’s pushing into you at a steady yet relatively slow pace. You were no virgin, but the last time you had sex was long before you started dating Hongjoong and he knew that (thanks again 20 Questions). You can tell he’s eager to fuck you, but he waits patiently for you to adjust and for some of the discomfort to subside.

You give him the go ahead and he pulls out before ramming back into you at full force. You cry out and tighten your grip on his biceps. He’s railing into you now and each thrust radiates through your entire body. He’s moaning each time he pushes into you and you don’t think you’ve ever heard something sound more beautiful. Hongjoong takes one of your legs and perches it over his shoulder and suddenly he hits a new angle that drives you wild. You call out his name with your head thrown back in ecstasy and your walls clench around him with each thrust.

“You look so beautiful laid out for me like this, baby.” His pet name for you has never sounded so dirty… or so good. “Moaning my name while I fuck you so hard. You’re such a good girl. You like this, huh?”

You whimper in agreement, unable to form actual words and dig your nails into his skin so hard, you briefly worry you might have drawn blood. He somehow manages to pick up the pace even more and you’re seeing stars behind you eyes at this point. He drives you closer and closer to another climax and you’re repeatedly clenching and unclenching around his cockr. You can tell that you’re close and he’s loving everything moment of it.

“You gonna cum for me again? You love the way I’m fucking you right now and you wanna cum around my cock, yeah baby?”

You’re cry out his name and Hongjoong finally pushes you over your edge sending you into a state of bliss for the second time tonight. He rides out your high with you and the sensation drives him closer to his edge. He grips on your thighs as he pounds into you, each stroke becoming more erratic as he reaches his climax. It hits him and he’s spilling out profanities and your name and he collapses on top of you. You’re both out of breath and sweaty and fucked out and you lean down to kiss him lazily, trying to convey all of the feelings you’ve had tonight.

“I love you so much, Joong.” You wrap your arms around him and curl up into his comforting embrace, not ready to get up just yet.

“I love you too. So so much.”

An hour later after a shower that almost led to round two, you and Hongjoong are curled up under your blankets and he’s playing with your fingers absentmindedly. You feel so warm and content. So lucky to have someone who loves you and will love you through every insecure moment you might have. He proves to you time and time again that you’re the only one for him and you really, honestly, and truly believe him. You smile and plant a kiss in his soft hair, knowing he knows exactly how you feel. He sits up suddenly and pouts at you.

“How am I ever supposed to survive without you for two whole weeks after this?” You laugh and pulling him back down to you, smiling into a kiss.

[mythiica]

Reader x Shingen Takeda - Tiger of the Bedroom {NSFW}

Title: Tiger of the Bedroom

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Shingen Takeda

Genre: lets get this smUT, AU

Warnings: cringe and smut

Kinks: HORRIBLE dirty talk that i will try to make sexy, blowjob, fingering, squirting, biting, sucking, kissing, being filmed, internal cumshot, external cumshot, creampie, idk a lot of stuff 

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience 

Word Count: 3797 words

POV: second person

Other comments: thank you @breadcheese444​ for helping me beta this!!! also @rainylune​ and @reluctantclementine​ challenged me to write this <3 hope yall enjoy. there are more comments explaining the smut at the very end (read the smut first otherwise youll spoil the smut) . hold on to ur panties,,, I did kind of take the easy way out of this and this is a pornstar!shingen x pornstar!mc AU (what an au) . also, dont @ me im not a porn star so just take this all as fiction idk the details im just a writer anyways hf with ur porn

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If you said you weren’t excited, you would be lying. Filming a scene with Shingen Takeda is an honor. After all, he has earned the title Tiger of the Bedroom for a reason. Not the Tiger of Squirt, or the Tiger of Bondage, no, he is the tiger of the room itself because he is good at everything and anything that conspires in the bedroom.  The man is also known for being flirtatious and charming even off the set, making him especially dangerous. Rumors say that he held up for nearly half a day during a particular shoot and kept a girl going for hours for another film. 

          You flip through the script for the hundredth time, gripping the worn paper between your manicured nails. A new writer is trying to make their break with their story, but you don’t really know how you will be able to make any of it sound appealing. Who the fuck asks to be given ‘seeds’? Rolling your eyes, you toss the packet onto your vanity and check your makeup. 

         Although you’ve already met Shingen, you are the slightest bit apprehensive about shooting this. Would you be able to put on a show? Would he be able to tell if you fake it? There is always a level of uncertainty in this business, but you swallow your worries and pull your robe over your shoulders. 

         Glancing up at the clock, you realize that you are due on set in just a matter of minutes. No use in procrastinating now. It would be easier to have fun, no? 

         When you greet him, he gives you a bright smile and kisses your hand. “Just to confirm, you know the designated safe word?” 

         You blink, not sure of the last time someone asked you that. “Yeah, no worries.” 

         Again he smiles, but this time he does so with his entire face. It is a kind gesture, and you appreciate it. Now that the formalities are over, he takes a seat on the bed and offers you a hand. “Are you ready?” 

You did not realize how big he was when you watched some of his other films for… research. Shingen stripped himself and now stands in front of you, holding himself. How is he already erect? 

         Pushing the questions out of your mind, you arch your back, making your ass protrude towards the camera. As you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, Shingen exhales sharply. His hand falls down to take a handful of hair. He pulls it back, but then tangles his fingers in your locks, giving him something to grip onto as you take him into your mouth. 

         You gag slightly as his tip brushes the back of your throat. There is still more of him to take, but he does not force himself. A strangled moan escapes his lips, giving you the cue to start bobbing your head. Your lips are like velvet, sliding down his length with ease – for someone with his reputation, Shingen tenses quickly, but you guess that he is just used to this type of treatment. 

         Precum weeps from his tip and dribbles down the side of your mouth. One of the cameras pans around to film you from the front, so you pull your head back and let the white mixture spill from your lips. It falls onto his member, so you use it as lubricant to pump him slowly. With just one hand on him, you barely cover half of his length – the other hand is busy strumming the soft skin where his thigh connects to his body. Pressing a lazy kiss to the inside of his thigh, you look Shingen directly in the eye and smirk deviously. “Are you going to cum so fast, daddy?” 

         Shingen tugs on your hair sharply, something you are not expecting, and he smirks coyly. “I want to hear you say it, my angel.” He brushes his thumb over your cheek, encouraging you. Really, you expected him to call you something degrading – slut, whore – but he did not. Instead, he gives you big eyes filled with wonder and a smile that makes your heart melt. 

         This is not what you thought would happen when you signed a contract to do a scene with him. Still though, who are you to complain?

         “Give me your seed,” you mewl as you wrap all ten fingers around his cock. It’s an awkward phrase to say, but you flick your tongue out to brush over his slit to distract him from the words. Shingen throws his head back and moans. The sound is loud and round, echoing throughout the entire set. If you had been wearing panties, they would have dropped to the ground upon hearing it. 

         “Babygirl, keep going, don’t stop…” 

         Someone makes a motion towards you to speed things up. Shifting your weight around, you spread your legs and tuck a hand between your folds. You finger yourself in harmony with the languid strokes you deliver his hard cock. It is not long before your digits are soaked with your essence. Although you want to keep going, you know that the scene has yet to properly start, so you wipe your hand clean on Shingen’s waist. 

         He chuckles at this, and it makes his chest rumble. “Saving yourself for later?” 

         You nod and deep throat him suddenly. It catches Shingen by surprise, and he arches over you for a moment before he remembers his place – he isn’t allowed to get in the way of the cameras, so he leans back and tenses his muscles. 

         “Daddy, your cock is so big that I have to. You’re going to stretch me so much–” You aren’t sure about this, but you know that it’s a line that a lot of people get off to. But you don’t linger on it, and continue to suck on him. Your tongue whirls around his length, and you pull your best moves to make him cum as quickly as possible. 

         Shingen continues to watch you with wide eyes. You mesmerize him, really – the way he can see his member protruding in your mouth makes him giddy. He won’t admit it, but he is very turned on by the act you are putting on. He has to hold back the urge to buck upwards into your mouth, as he can feel his tip rubbing the back of your throat anyways. Anymore, and surely you would choke on him. Shingen would love to see cum dribbling down your lips, but he does not want to do it at your expense. 

         He does, however, grip your hair tighter. Shingen follows your motions, guiding you down slightly. Every time your teeth graze over the protruding nerves, Shingen moans. You try to smile slightly, but it results in a painfully loud squelching sound. 

         Someone groans offset, so you glance beyond the set from the corner of your eye for a split second before returning your gaze to Shingen. You want to pull off and make that irresistible pop sound, but Shingen clamps his large hand down on the back of your neck. He’s rough now, and you cannot move. You know this sensation all too well – it is the tell tale sign that Shingen is about to cum.

         You prepare yourself for him to burst, but he does not right away. He holds on, groaning and biting his lip. His free hand disappears from your neck, and he rakes his fingers through his hair. It must be a glorious sight – you’ve seen him do it in recordings. However, having the honor to see Shingen’s hair slicked back with sweat is truly a sight to behold. 

         Humming against him, you manage to make that beautiful sound when you pull off. You give Shingen a few lazy kisses to the side of his length before pumping him once more. “Oh my darling,” you say with an exaggerated accent, “my darling, how I love to fuck you.” Arching your back once more, you smile and tip your head to the side. “And how I would love to be fucked by you. So cum, please.” 

         When you stick your tongue out, you apply the right amount of pressure to the base of his cock, which finally coaxes him to cum – onto your face. You close your eyes at the right time, as some lands on your brow bone. He moans and releases your hair before cupping your face with one hand. 

         “That’s wonderful, my angel. Such a good girl!” 

         You aren’t used to this soft type of dirty talk, but you quite enjoy it. He strokes your cheek with a loving touch, and, for a split second, you forget that you’re recording a scene. For that moment, all you can see is Shingen, the way he glows in the post-climax bliss and how his eyes fill with joy. 

         Your minute of fantasizing is short lived as Shingen grasps your shoulders to pull you upright. He is strong, and it takes him little effort to hoist you from the ground and onto the bed. Shingen leans back and lets you crawl over him. When you lean down to grind against him, Shingen’s lips graze your ear. “Don’t force it. Let it come naturally. Yeah?” 

         His voice was gentle before, but now it’s… genuine. He wants you to feel comfortable with what you are doing. You appreciate it, but you do not anticipate what happens next: Shingen flips you over with incredible speed. He takes on the dominant role, just as you are used to. 

         “You ready, babygirl?” 

         “Fuck me, daddy,” you growl back, flicking your tongue out to lap at the white that hangs from the corner of your lips. It’s strangely sweet, after the powerful salty taste. You can’t complain as sometimes it tastes closer to battery acid, but Shingen lusts over you as you lick your lips. It is pretty obvious that he is getting hard again. 

         Shingen reaches for the bottle of lube on the nightstand and lathers it onto his palm. You know that this intermedial moment will be cut from the scene, so you roll over onto the mattress and spread your legs. He exhales slowly, and his eyes narrow as he cups his hand over your cunt. The gel is cold and fragranced, and Shingen pulls your folds apart to spread it across you. 

         There is little time for formalities – Shingen lounges next to you and pulls your leg over his thighs as to expose you further. One of the cameras pans around directly in front of you. Only now do you realize it has a squirt guard – a piece of transparent plastic that protects the lense from any release. 

         Oh, you realize, he’s going to make me squirt. 

         As the thought comes to mind, Shingen slaps your pussy and nips your shoulder. A moan tickles the back of your throat, and you roll your hips against him. He is quick to place a firm hand on your hip and push you back against the bed. “Behave, my love. You will cum in due time.” 

         With that, he inserts two fingers into you. The lube helps him ease one knuckle in at a time until his palm is flush against your clit. Your muscles tighten around him, and you try to squirm. It is not an act for once. In fact, you feel amazingly full with just his fingers scissoring inside of you. They work you apart slowly, making wet sounds fill the room. Shingen takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks hard on it, using his teeth occasionally to make you moan. 

         You manage to arch your back to his touch, and he leans back to chuckle. Shingen buries his nose into the crook of your neck to suck on your jaw. He is intent on leaving a hickey there, and you are not complaining. But when you let your tongue fall out of your mouth and whine, Shingen pulls back and tips his head to the side. 

         “Do you want to say something, babygirl?” He had been fingering you intently, but the pace reduces. The knot that had built up in your stomach slowly fades, and you kick your legs like a brat. 

         “No!” 

         “No?” 

         “Don’t stop,” you plead. It’s the truth; you don’t want him to stop because he was just about to rub your g-spot. He might be referred to as Tiger of the Bedroom, but Shingen is known for making women squirt within minutes of finding their weak spots. “Please~” you mewl as lewdly as possible. “Don’t ever stop fucking me!”

         Shingen exhales, his chest rattling as he does, and he grips your neck with his free hand. His digits slip back inside of you, but this time, he rubs his thumb against your clit. Your folds glisten with slick, but your essence keeps dribbling from your hole as he finger fucks you mercilessly. Some of it runs down your thighs and stains the bedding, but that is someone else’s problem. From this position, you know that, to your dismay, he won’t eat you out. However, the fact that he edges you masterfully almost makes up for it. 

         He brings you to the brink of cumming quickly, but keeps you suspended there for what feels like ages. Each time you bring your hips up to meet his thrusts, you feel yourself about to cum. However, at the same instance, he slows down like the handsome devil he is. Again, Shingen takes your pert bud between his teeth and rolls his tongue over it. The sensation is enough for you to chase your climax. As your muscles clench down on his fingers, Shingen finally strokes your g-spot, caressing the buildup in your abdomen. 

         As you orgasm, your legs tremble. Shingen takes this as a sign to remove his fingers from you momentarily. After being edged, the climax has built up and practically explodes out of you. You release hard, making Shingen smile. It comes out in waves, so he slaps your sopping folds to coax more squirt. You lift your head for a split second, and your gaze lands on the camera. 

         Thank goodness for the splash guard. 

         Shingen gives you little time to recover and pulls you onto his lap. Your back is flush against his muscular chest, and his cock rubs against your folds. He’s so warm, and it envelops you. You want him inside of you, scene or not. No one had been able to make you squirt like that, and you are still in a daze from the pleasure he gifted you. 

         He hears your soft babbles and inserts himself into you slowly. And you thought that he stretched you out when he fingered you. 

         Shingen is kind and gives you a moment to adjust to him. Then the bouncing and the hip rolling and the dirty talk that echoes in your ears begins. He’s telling you how amazing you feel around him and how beautiful you look when you tip your head back at him. At one point, he repositions himself slightly so that he hits deep inside of you. The two of you have not been going long before you find yourself moaning and begging for more. 

         “Fill me with your seed!” you whine. “Flood me with your seed… Explode in me!” You are struggling for words because he is hitting all the spots that make you go weak. And you know that Shingen is enjoying seeing you like this – that pompous smirk has been plastered across his beautiful features for the past ten minutes. He very well knows that your mind is fried and that you cannot think of anything proper to say, but still, Shingen dips his head low and growls, “Tell me more, babygirl.” 

         He’s enjoying this too much. 

         “Your cock drives me wild, Daddy! I’m out of control but don’t stop.” 

         You aren’t in any position to hold back anymore, so when Shingen kisses your neck, his way of asking you to say more, you let all the dirty talk tumble from your bruised lips. “It feels so good to have you inside of me.” 

         “Does it?” His fingers dig into the supple skin of your hips, and he pushes you down on his cock until you feel his scrotum slapping against you. His lips graze over your jaw, and even though he’s done this so many times, you still shiver at his touch. Shingen smells like sweat and cum – it isn’t the most attractive scent in the world, but it makes you wet just thinking about how much of a mess the two of you are making. 

         “Do you like it when I do this?” He reaches around your torso and clasps your swollen clit between two digits. There is no mercy when it comes to Shingen Takeda. His cock slides in and out of you easily, making incredible squelching sounds with ever slick motion. You swallow hard and look down only to realize that you can very well see his member protruding in your abdomen. 

         “Yes!! I love it!” 

         “Good girl…” Shingen follows your gaze down and licks his lips. “I think I can see why–” His hand trails up your abdomen slowly and he applies pressure against your body. More so that before, you can feel him rubbing against your insides. 

         I’ve never known such pleasure, such ecstasy, you think to yourself. You would be far too embarrassed to say it aloud. Shingen lives to be praised and worshiped, so you know you would be feeding into his game if you did. He is especially partial to exaggerated language, so you know he would love it if you said that.

         Shingen watches your eyes roll back into your head, but he brings you back by kissing you deeply. You taste the passion and the love in the kiss. When you pull back, you drop one hand to your clit and resume the job he had been doing earlier. Even though you bounce on his cock, you look deep into his eyes and realize: ah, yes, it is love. He’s not fucking me, he’s making love to me. 

         And it just slips out. Your lips brush against his sharp jaw, and you mumble “I’m lost in your love.” 

         His grip fails momentarily before he composes himself and smiles. “Yeah?” 

         But you don’t give him the romantic dirty talk that he is looking for; instead, you roll your hips back and moan loudly, “Every thrust of your cock… you take me higher and hig-” Shingen knows your act, so he covers your mouth with a hand. 

         The knot in your stomach is nearly ready to explode. You wonder how much longer before–

         Oh. 

         You stand up the best you can and let your release flow freely. It soaks the mattress again and his cock, but he pushes your hips back down. He’s fucking you senseless now, and every time he goes flush against you, you let out a powerful moan. 

         “I’m going to cum–” he growls roughly, biting on your ear. 

         Clenching your muscles as tightly as you can, you pray it is enough to make him follow through on his promise. You throw your hand behind his head and rake your fingers through his hair to pull his head down. He groans at this and bites your shoulder in response. 

         “I went for you–” But you cover your mouth quickly and realize that is not proper English anymore. It is hard to think straight with him thrusting into you with so much vigor. 

         You try again. “Daddy~” 

         “You’re so wonderful, fuck–” he praises with a half-groan. “You’re the best, babygirl. No one else can compare.”  

         You feel his warmth inside of you for a split second before he pulls out and paints your abdomen with white. It slips down your sweaty skin, so you catch some of it between your fingers and rub it against your folds. Tipping your hips forward, you expose yourself for the creampie shot. It dribbles down your thigh, making you shiver slightly. 

         Shingen pants heavily and helps you stand up, but you aren’t done now. You sit back down on him and grind hard against him. “Give me more, more, more.” You grip your breasts and put on the best show you ever have. Shingen gets the message and grips your ass with one hand and tucks the other around your waist with the other. “Don’t stop until I have every drop of your seed.” Turning your head back to him, you smirk and say the next phrase for him and him alone: “Every drop of your love.”

         Really, you want this thrill, this ecstasy, go on and on and on forever, but you remember that everyone has an expiration moment. Shingen’s is close– 

         He cums inside of you again, but this time, you don’t let him pull out until you feel his muscles relax. When he does remove himself, you fall back on the mattress and bathe in the post-sex euphoria. You catch your breath and sit up only to receive a quick kiss from Shingen. 

         The scene is over and someone calls time before the crew starts clapping. Flustered by this attention, you blush and stand up to get your robe. Pulling it over your body, you pad over to the director to make sure that everything looked good. 

         You can feel Shingen’s eyes on you from across the room, but you pay little attention to it. Even when the director comments about the amazing chemistry you have with him, you brush it off saying that the both of you were just playing the part. 

         Shingen collects his things to leave when you are still talking with the director, so you excuse yourself and run after him. 

         “I have to ask,” you start, reaching for Shingen’s shoulder, “You… taste sweet. Just the slightest bit. Why?” 

         When Shingen smirks, you feel your face flushing. “I make sure to eat a lot of fruits. You know, it makes it easier to swallow. The least I can do to make the whole thing more enjoyable.” His smirk softens into a bright and friendly grin. “I’ll be seeing you around then.” Shingen turns around all the way and waves over his shoulder. “Maybe we’ll do something again soon!” 

         You feel your knees going weak, but you force yourself to keep your composure – and for good reason too, because Shingen peeks over his shoulder. His charcoal eyes narrow and look you over once before he looks straight and walks towards the door. 

         Once he is out of sight, you exhale slowly. 

         Damn you, Tiger of the Bedroom.

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if you recognized the quotes its because they are from a jesus sex cult!!!!! rachel and lyric challenged me to write a smut with the quotes. I didnt know they were from the jesus sex cult at first but i thought, hell, ill make this a hella good smut and then pull a fast one on ya. Ofc, i removed the “jesus” and i forced a couple of lines to make them fit the smut/made some of them not quotes/changed a bit of the grammar bc they were wrong and it bothered me. I couldnt use 2 lines because they were a bit too much xD and then there was 1 line that was nearly the exact same as another so i didnt use it. but i think i did pretty damn well thank u v much  <3

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when i said it i thought it was true [1] {Ben Hardy}

Anon asked: could you do an imagine where ben is the reader’s ex and they are somehow working together on the set of bo rhap and they fall in love all over again ☺️ could you make it angst-y and then end with fluff? i love your writing so much!!

Anon asked: could you do an imagine where the reader is in bo rhap, maybe playing as one of roger’s gfs or something and she kind of falls in love with ben while filming the scenes with him as roger 💖 very fluffy pls :D

A/N: 3124 words. Super AU version of BoRhap being filmed in the fic. There’s gonna be another part, that will fill the prompts better. This might end up being a series. I hope you enjoy. Feedback would be nice.

When your manager rings you, telling you that you’d landed a part in the Queen Biopic Bohemian Rhapsody, you were elated. Freddie Mercury was a bit of a personal hero of yours, and to be a part of his story on the big screen, it was sort of a dream come true. 

In your first meeting, you sign a nondisclosure agreement, and you’re given the latest draft of the script to start learning, as well as a character brief. The script calls your character ‘Amanda’, the girlfriend of Roger Taylor who he eventually realises he wants to settle down with. You’d seen pictures of young Roger Taylor, you wouldn’t lie, you were excited for the role. Honestly, even today he was still quite a fox.

The point is, you were excited to have a fun time on set with a pretty blonde, make some new connections, and earn some good money. Some really good money.

The other shoe drops when you’re flicking through Instagram, and one of the stan accounts you follow has posted a leaked screenshot of the proposed cast list, and there’s your name, right beside the name of the last person you wanted to pretend to be in love with. Ben Hardy; pretty blonde extraordinaire, and your ex-boyfriend.

The table read is... awkward. 

The two of you are sat next to each other, and barely spoke two words to each other. You feel unprofessional the whole time, but you’d rather be anywhere else in the world, and the delivery of some of your lines falls a little flat. The director casts a concerned look between yourself and Ben as you rattle of what’s meant to be banter like you’re reading the news paper.

“They’ve got no damn chemistry; it’s like watching a celebrity divorce hearing.” When the Director vents to one of the producers in the hall outside after the reading, you manage to catch it where you’re just about to come out of the bathroom.

“They’ll be better on set, I promise, it’s just jitters.” She tries to soothe his nerves, and they’re off soon after, and you’re left with a cold, sinking sensation in your stomach.

“You’re Y/N, aren’t you? How are you finding the set?” The guy who greets you on your first day on the Eastenders set smiles with such casual ease it feels like you’ve known him for a while, instead of having just met him.

“Yeah, that’s me.” You agree with a quick nod, rocking back on your heels as you gaze around the space, trying not to look at him for too long. “It’s a bit overwhelming.” Actually, what’s overwhelming is that he’s talking to you. He’s Ben fucking Hardy, pretty-boy on the soap-opera scene, and he’s talking to you on your first day.

“Yeah, you’ll be right though; if you need any help or anything, just give us a yell, yeah?” And you realise he probably doesn’t know who you’re playing, or how you’re involved in that Season’s arc, but you certainly did.

“I didn’t know you could play drums.” You’re trying to be casual when you say it, but you see Ben tense where he’s sitting on a sofa in the rehearsal room, script and pencil in hand.

“I can now, that’s all that really matters.” He’s giving off such strong ‘please leave me alone’ vibes that it almost hurts, and you have to push through the knot in your stomach and sit down next to him.

“Ben, we need to at least be civil.” You say quietly, and he looks at you, expression a little forlorn.

“Y/N, we are civil, and we’ve done this before. Let’s just keep it professional, okay?” His tone leaves little room for argument, and you nod in agreement with a small smile, and pull out your phone, waiting for the rehearsal director.

“Hey there, baby, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here; I know I’d recognise your face.” You purr, running your hand delicately over the collar of Ben’s shirt, as his eyes widened and he spluttered to form a sentence, just as the script had told him to. 

Your character was more a plot device than anything, when Ben’s character is at a low point, his main romance is on a break, and he meets you, a temptress in all black. Your job is to give his character a realisation, he starts as your cocaine dealer when his supplier can’t make the drop, and he falls for you. Depending on the audience reaction, you knew the producers were waiting to see if they kill you off or have you recover from your addiction. The point is, your fate’s uncertain at the end of the Season, and Ben’s character realises he has to get out of the drug trade.

“I’ve got something for you, from Oskar. Can we go somewhere more private?” When he speaks, it’s with surprising confidence, and he steps up from the bar stool and into your space, smiling as your face lights up. The director calls cut after a moment, and you step back, smile sliding to something genuine as an assistant comes in and straightens your loose, black silk shirt, and they reset the shot for a new take.

“Ben, could you try less flustered? You’re here to deliver drugs, you’re not a schoolboy.” The director’s voice was kind as she came up to the two of you, and Ben agreed easily before she turned to you. “Great job, Y/N, don’t be afraid to be more even more forward, if you feel it.” As soon as you nod in understanding, she absconds, and you half laugh.

“If I was any more forward I’d be in your lap.” You snickered, voice quiet as you dipped your head to hide how you were faintly flustered. Ben was quiet, just watching you for a moment, but before you noticed, the director called for everyone to standby.

“I’m after Maggie, do you know where I could find her?” Ben starts as soon as the cameras start rolling, brow furrowed as he leans across the bar to speak to the bartender, and that’s your cue to enter the scene.

“Hey there, baby, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here; I know I’d recognise your face.” And when you say it this time, he smirks back at you, a little cocky, and you can feel the way it makes your heart flutter and you know it’s not as fake as it should be.

Before filming even starts, the producers have essentially forced you and Ben into bonding sessions which, if this were several years ago, would have just been dates. Now they’re awkward and tense, and you tend to bring heavily highlighted scripts.

“I saw you in that Wes Anderson movie last year. It was a really good performance, one of your best.” He offers over coffee. The idea that he’d kept up with enough of your work to label one ‘your best’ has you a little shocked, and something in your heart warms as you thank him softly.

It’s gotten easier to hang around with him, and it’s even easier to pretend to be in love with him in rehearsals. It’s like riding a bike, how easy it is to let yourself smile and lean into him, to let the banter flow easily between the two of you, fond jabs that edge on insulting coming as easily as breathing.

Joe mentions that he thought the two of you worked together before, and when you reply that you’d dated for almost a year, he goes very quiet, eyes going wide. After a beat, he admits it explains a lot.

“X-Men did you real dirty.” You’re half paying attention to an interview with Roger Taylor that the two of you had been instructed to watch together. You’re both in his trailer, sitting on opposite ends of the sofa as you watch in almost complete silence.

“What?” He asks, after a beat, your words having taken a moment to process.

“Killing you off like that; they could have gotten so much mileage out of your character.” The way you say it is far too well thought out to be an idle thought. Ben smirked.

“You just liked the leather pants.” He muttered, but you’re silence is answer enough. You know he sees your embarrassed smile, but you can’t bring yourself to deny it.

“Hey, do you wanna grab a drink after and go through notes and blocking and stuff?” You’re shooting your third episode, and you’re far more comfortable on set by now. Agreeing easily, you let Ben drive the two of you to what he claims is the best pub in town, and you sit in one of the more secluded booths to talk.

It turns out he’s just as much a fan of you as you are of him; you’re known more for your bit-parts in long-running series, it seems like the only show you hadn’t been a part of so far had been Eastenders, it was only a matter of time. It’s an innocent night, true to his word, all you do is talk, and discuss the script. There is one part of the upcoming script that has you a bit nervous. 

“Listen, honestly just go for it; it’s not meant to be sweet or anything, I’m literally taking coke from you.” You tell him, fidgeting, and he’s hums thoughtfully.

“You sure? We can talk to the director, I’m sure-” He offers, but you laugh to hide your nervousness.

“Nah, let’s knock it out of the park, the script says go for it so just go for it.” You assured him, heart rate already quickening at the mere thought of it. 

The next day, before the scene, the director comes over to talk you through it, making sure that if anything becomes uncomfortable, that you can talk to her. Both you and Ben assure her that it’s fine.

“You’re far too cute for this line of work.” You say as you hold a baggie of “cocaine” up to the light, smile playing on your lips.

“Cute? Ouch, you really know how to wound a man, you know.” He says, leaning back against the sofa in the hallway of the grubby hotel your character was staying in. He’s watching you with interest, small smile playing on his lips.

“Cute’s not a bad thing, baby, but you look like you should be making coffees or playing football in the sun, not here, not with me.” And you tap out a little of the powder onto your hand, pretending to snort it before you turn to him, his expression dark and hungry, and he kisses you, aggressive, almost desperate, and you lean into it, almost forget you’re playing a role with his hand on the back of your neck. When he lets go, when he pulls away, your eyes are still closed and you chase his lips for a moment. Eyes flickering open, you see him smirking down at you where he’s standing, and you both know it wasn’t entirely acting.

“You don’t know anything about me.” He growls, and you know you have to smile like you’re into it, like it’s a challenge, but instead, you duck your gaze, giving a small laugh and wiping at the nostril you’d just “snorted cocaine” through, before looking up at him through your eyelashes.

They call cut, and the director announces, almost a little awed, that she’s pretty sure they got the the take, actually says she’s not sure if she could getting a better take if they tried again. Ben seems far too pleased with himself. 

“They want us to tell the public we’re together.” You’re resting your head on Ben’s chest laying at the back of the tour-bus set, and his hand is resting on your waist, which is bare for the crop top and booty shorts they’ve put you in.

“Yeah, I heard.” He replies, voice equally quiet. “I think we’ve got a meeting about it tomorrow morning.” Gwil and Rami are actually playing scrabble at the front of the bus, and Joe is talking to Singer, the director.

“It’s a bad idea.” You’re so frank that you feel Ben freeze, and you heave a sigh. “It’s good for the movie, but Ben...” You trail off, and you feel it when he forces himself to relax. “It wouldn’t be real, it would just be weird.”

“Y/N, we’re actors.” He says very pointedly, and when you turn, resting your chin on his chest, he looks tired, a little exasperated. “It’s just a business deal.” He assured, and you let out a low, thoughtful grumble. 

“We’ll discuss it tomorrow.” You allow, and he nods once, shifting to a more comfortable position, and you go back to resting your head on his chest, eyes fluttering closed as Singer called for the shot to be reset and a bunch of people came and straightened your clothes, and touched up your makeup, all without you having to move much.

You agree to the terms set forth in the meeting easily, the story being that your relationship rekindled on set, and that you were now madly in love, mirroring the relationship you were portraying on screen.

“Wait, does that mean-?” Ben leans forward in his chair, with his heart in his throat as he followed their logic, thinking through the plot of the movie. “Like engaged?” He asked.

“Seems a bit fast.” You agreed, voice level enough that someone might mistake you for calm rather than internally freaking out, and your managers shared a look.

“There will be a public proposal during or after the world premiere, that’s up to you both, and after the movie is out on DVD, you can go your separate ways.” They assured, but your mouth fell open.

“You know he left me for X-Men, right?” You splutter, and Ben’s eyes widen as he turns to you with a scoff.

“You’re the one who said the distance was too much for us while I was in Cairo.” He snapped, and you threw your hands in the air.

“I was offering to come and stay with you instead, but you said you were too busy!” That was enough to shut him up, his mouth snapping closed as he turned away sharply, huffing out a resigned sigh.

“We have a few brands and restaurants who are interested in sponsoring, and the producers are willing to increase both your salaries if you go through with it for the full duration.” Your manager informed you both carefully, and you and Ben shared a resigned look.

“Fake intend to marry me for like three months?” He asked, voice low and bitter, and after heaving a long sigh, you look to your managers,

“Fine.”

“I think I love you.” Ben’s character shows up at your character’s door, and you open it in a silk robe. 

“Hello to you too.” You laughed, but he’s so serious, so sincere, and when he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t offer anything else, you step up to him, pressing your lips to his, and he wraps his arms around you, hands sliding against the silk over your hips, and you pull back.

“You’re too sweet for me, baby,” voice so low it’s barely a whisper, he’s the one who chases your lips this time, but your catch his chin, and his eyes open. 

“You’re high.” He says softly, voice raw and a little desperate.

“And you’re my dealer.” You push him back gently, going to close the door and his expression turns angry.

“That doesn’t mean anything; I love you, Maggie.” His words hang heavily in the air, but before you can respond, they call for cut. You’re told to play it more like it hurts to try and turn him down, and you agree, smiling and nodding all the while. Everyone sets up for another take and you close the door.

When you kiss him this time, his hands are holding your face, and you’ve got your arms around his neck, and it’s like the world falls away from around you. It’s not acting now, hasn’t been for weeks, almost months now, not since he’d asked you out officially. Every time you kiss him you’re desperate to drown in his embrace, and he kisses you like it’s just the two of you, no cameras, no scripts.

“You’re-” and he cuts you off with another quick kiss, which has you laughing a little sadly, “Peter you’re too sweet for me.” He rests his forehead against yours, heaving a sigh.

“I know you’re high.” He says gently, and you don’t push him away this time, just lean back, your finger lifting his chin.

“And you’re my dealer.” You tell him, expression falling.

“That doesn’t mean anything, that doesn’t matter; I love you.” And you know that in that moment, the words mean so much more than the script, than these characters, than the show; he loves you. Ben loves you.

You avoid him, outside of filming, until you actually get a call from your manager telling you you’re contractually obligated to be seen in public together at least once a week. Even while filming you’re short with him, and he’s quick to get away from you the moment he doesn’t need to be around you, which was getting to be pretty bad, seeing as how you had been blocking a sex scene.

After the call, you and Ben get a drink. It’s awkward at first, though that’s unsurprising. After a long sip of his beer, he pats his thighs where he’s sitting in the armchair across from you. You make a face at him, shaking your head. 

“It’ll look less suspicious than if we’re shouting at each other across the table.” He hissed, and you groaned, obliging and crossing to sit yourself in his lap. He’s warm and secure, and he wraps his arm around you like it’s second nature. “Let’s not make this weird.” He said gently, and you nod.

“As for tomorrow’s shoot,” you said softly, leaning in to make sure no-one else heard, and he nodded, humming softly, “we’re professionals, and,” after a beat you cleared your throat pointedly, “it’s not like we haven’t done it before.”

“Not in front of a camera crew we haven’t.” Ben says with a smirk, and you snicker in agreement. “It’s gonna go fine; this is all gonna go fine, I promise.” And when you raise your eyebrows at him in surprised question, he just laughs softly, and brings you in for a chaste kiss. “It’s only until the DVD’s released.” He assures you, and you let your expression fall, already weary.

“Ben, that’s over a year away.”

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Xanax is definitely the trade name with the generic anti-anxiety/tranquillizer prescription drug, alprazolam, mentioned in Ledgers toxicity report. One other anti-stress and anxiety drug was diazepam, or more frequently referred to as Valium. These prescription drugs are from a class of frequently prescribed tranquilizers known as benzodiazepines or just often called benzos.

According to the most current National Wellbeing Study, around 10 million scripts of benzos are penned yearly in Australia alone with its meagre inhabitants of twenty million compared to three hundred million in the US.

Many Medical doctors will compose a script for benzos a lot quicker than a rushing bullet. But the actual Risk is always that a lot of of these don't know the very long-term outcomes these medications have with your technique, how to present their people the correct suggestions when administering or checking the dosages, and additional frighteningly – how to handle their clients benzo withdrawal method.

For starters, That is how benzos have an affect on The body or maybe more importantly your brain. Benzodiazepines improve, or somewhat, boost your brains primary neurotransmitter, generally referred to as GABA. Finally, and this can be as promptly as three to 4 months if using a each day dose, your Mind will end manufacturing its very own GABA and rely completely to the synthetic benzo.

GABA is An important neurotransmitter mainly because it influences nearly almost everything else. Primarily it boosts the brains other neurotransmitters like Serotonin and Dopamine. Every one of the brains neurotransmitters have essential features which include, voluntary motion in the muscles, wakefulness, slumber, memory perform, sensory transmission – Specifically discomfort, and much, a lot more.

The trouble is usually that from this level on your brain requires more benzo as tolerance begins the downward spiral, as well as Mind needs better and higher dosages to obtain exactly the same effect. In case the affected individual will not be supplied the right dosage or administration information, that insidious and infrequently-undiagnosed disorder called Benzo Withdrawal Syndrome (BWS) will start its unpleasant and most likely hazardous descent.

BWS is understood by industry experts in the field for its severity and prolonged character. It could get several years to fully withdraw from benzos, In spite of proper treatment and supervision. With out this knowledge, the unwitting affected person can put up with about 30 symptoms, the commonest remaining unrelenting sleeplessness, extreme ache and mood improvements. People who have been using benzos for a relatively small time can working experience withdrawal indicators even although getting the drug. Moreover, if you have been getting them for a prolonged time, then out of the blue halt, dire instances may possibly occur. Or, for the pretty minimum, extra suffering, more despair and unrelenting sleeplessness.

Once we now examine Heath Ledgers issues, does this audio acquainted? Anything points to Extraordinary Benzo Withdrawal, but no-one particular is exclaiming its potential risks. In reality, most GPs and in some cases medical center Medical doctors acknowledge they know hardly any about Benzo Withdrawal. Some even refer their sufferers to drug rehabilitation centers an absolute no-no In line with sandale rieker benzo counselors. Benzo withdrawal is the precise reverse to alcohol or Avenue drug dependency. You dont choose to abruptly eliminate the benzo from the physique, because they frequently do in drug rehabilitation. The Mind requires the benzo. A person must steadily withdraw the synthetic benzo until the brain can sooner or later raise its individual GABA. Unexpected cessation of benzos could potentially cause critical difficulties which include seizures and blackouts.

When in BWS, the counselors suggest towards taking any medication or medications in any respect. Paracetamol might be The one thing the body can cope with for agony aid. Almost nothing else. Even codeine is forbidden. Also, one particular must entirely refrain from alcohol, caffeine, and all stimulants. There exists a robust protocol to be followed and devoid of this expertise, the affected person is easily place at fantastic chance.

The Ashton Guide, the acknowledged benzodiazepine bible, warns:

Drug interactions: Benzodiazepines have additive consequences with other drugs with sedative steps such as other hypnotic’s, some antidepressant’s (e.g. amitriptyline [Elavil], doxepin [Adapin, Sinequan]), main tranquilizers or neuroleptics (e.g. prochlorperazine [Compazine], trifluoperazine [Stelazine]), anticonvulsant’s (e.g. phenobarbital, phenytoin [Dilantin], carbamazepine [Atretol, Tegretol]), sedative antihistamines (e.g. diphenhydramine [Benadryl], promethazine [Phenergan]), opiates (heroin, morphine, meperidine), and, importantly, alcohol. Sufferers using benzodiazepines ought to be warned of such interactions. If sedative medicine are taken in overdose, benzodiazepines might include to the potential risk of fatality.

The real difficulty is that there are incredibly several experts in managing BWS; they won't include your neighborhood health practitioner, healthcare facility, or drug clinic. Nevertheless, there are good BWS experts that can be extremely practical, but they are often located in specially funded tranquillizer Restoration clinics.

One need to ask, why dont Health professionals know relating to this? The situation is that they simply just dont. Is it their fault or maybe the pharmaceutical organizations that cash in on these addictions? There is little or no dissemination of knowledge in the Group, the medical fraternity or within the pharmaceutical companies about benzodiazepines. And, In line with BWS counselors Functioning in the sphere, There is certainly insufficient study or empirical scientific tests on the results of benzos and BWS management to assist them with their intense workload’s.

Why? Who's at fault? Who's answerable for remedying the specific situation? Why would be the people who generate the scripts uninformed with regard to the following-consequences and probable risks connected with benzodiazepines?

Can our beloved Heath Ledgers Demise be a minimum of a person catalyst that should attract this devastating travesty to the public’s interest to demand more info?

I hope so.

[loremonster]

Slush Pile : Nightmares

While not plot-important, this little scene is something I feel like would go between the current story and the next as Kenny and Dee start breaking more rules to spend time together. I’m still considering it for inclusion in the story, but I don’t know if it fits in just yet or would play any important role to the plot... more likely than not, it won’t make it over to fanfiction, so enjoy this bonus content! Feels, somewhat unsettling descriptions, and cursing ahead! Enjoy!

It’s the right thing. 

She’d told herself the moment she began to feel her insides squirming, the way they churned, as if some living creature within her guts were eager to burst forth. It was not unlike the feeling of being entirely too full, the contents of the stomach threatening to burst up through the mouth when the midsection was so much as bent... but it wasn’t an excess of food she was gritting her teeth against, trying desperately to ignore as more and more coppery-tasting black bile was swallowed back, welling up from places unknown. No, no, there was something unthinking and vicious, gluttonous and oh so hungry. 

It was going to escape if this didn’t happen. She knew it would. It would emerge from the chrysalis of her flesh, and wreak the very havoc she’d come to avoid. 

It’s the right thing. 

She looked up, up to the good doctor Kartwright and her silenced pistol where it hovered a mere inch from her brow. This had been the plan since she began throwing up at home, since she arrived in this un-disastered timeline and became aware that she was the disaster, walking about with both the key to salvation and the disease that would consume everything in its wake if not stopped. 

She’d expected to cry, or be afraid.

Get it over with. 

Gunshots in movies were bullshit-- there was no flash. All of that was edited in post-- and they rarely reflected just how loud a gun was. How the shot could be felt in the flesh and rang in unprotected ears. Even with a silencer, there was a punctuation to a gunshot that was immistakable, a reverberation in the ribs as shocked air rushed away from a point of ignition. 

Somehow, she found herself aware of it. Aware of this moment, and perchance that was fitting, as it would be her very last; her last breath, gasped in at the exact second of the shot. Her last impulse, to twitch upwards into a tense posture.

Her last thought, wondering if she really would continue on as the self that was still alive, or if that girl was an entirely separate existence that she’d never get to know. 

At least she’ll get to live.

-PAGEBREAK-

She awoke in the dark of her room, not in her bed but on the floor. It wasn’t like she’d fallen out of bed-- no, she was upright, sitting upon her knees. Kneeling. 

Her hand flew to her forehead, where she could almost still feel where the bullet had ripped through her. Feel the sensation of skin and skull giving way before her brain had been sundered and her awareness ended in a terrible lack of all. No dark, no light, no sound, nothing.

Terrible, terrible nothing. 

But that wasn’t what was here. No, she inhaled deeply and could smell the familiar scent of home. Her room, her blankets, the wood of the house-- even faint traces of the casserole her father had baked that night, probably not more than three or four hours ago. 

She was the girl. The girl that other version of her had been so worried about-- the one who didn’t get shot in the head, but had instead safely slept through the whole ordeal, believed sick by her parents and left alone. 

Her posture bent, her other hand feeding up into tangled curls of red hair, nails digging into her skull. 

She could still feel the track of the bullet, burning, searing, torn through-- the shock-wave that had gone through her brain and turned her gray matter into jelly.

She could still feel herself dying.

She wanted to claw it out. Rip her own head open just to make it stop, as if she could dig in and scratch away the offending sensation like one did an itch. Great balls of hair were gathered into fists, and she pulled, pulled until it hurt, pulled until she doubled over and cried into her knees. 

Somewhere behind her, she heard her phone buzz. The sound was distinct; vibration against a hard surface-- her end table? That was where she usually left it, but incidents of sleepwalking had left her phone in odd places before. 

Who cares? It’s crazy late. No one is gonna give a fuck whether I respond now or later. 

An excuse, an excuse to remain down with her eyes pressed into the tops of her knees, nose fitted into the crease between her legs and her merciless knuckles refusing to loosen their grip.

It buzzed again. And again. And again. And again. 

Serial murders snorting jizz, who the fuck needs me this badly at-- at-- at whatever fucking time this is?? 

Damnit, she had to let go of herself just to check the clock-- 1:00 AM. Oh. That time. 

Even as she confirmed it, the sudden barrage of what sounded like texts made even less sense. Who the fuck was blowing up her phone past midnight? Sniveling, wiping her eyes with the back of one hand, she toddled back to her bed and flopped over onto the soft surface of her mattress, reaching across for her phone to unlock it and see which name was taking over her notifications box.

Kenny. 

Suddenly, her little episode was near forgotten. She opened her messenger quickly, scared that something had happened, that Kenny needed her and she was just sitting in a heap in the middle of the floor, freaking out about a phantom bullet in her skull. 

[Received, 1:00] Hey [Received, 1:00] i no its rlly late but... [Received, 1:00] idk i just had this fucked up dream and it made me worry about u [Received, 1:00] just making sure ur ok [Received, 1:01] srry if i woke u

She blinked at the small wall of texts, having to scroll a little to see all of it. What was he talking about? What kind of dream? 

Was he suffering from a memory echo as well? Something from that aborted timeline, or one of the dozens of others she’d undone in the past in which he’d taken mortal damage? 

[Sent, 1:01] I’m awake... I actually just had a bad dream, too [Sent, 1:01] Well, not a dream. Memories. Y’know. I’ve told you about it before. [Sent, 1:01] You?

There was a pause, and she worried he may have fallen back asleep, having only been awake enough to send a bunch of texts before passing the fuck out again... but that theory was proved wrong a moment later. 

[Received, 1:03] same [Received , 1:03] its weird, i dont remember anything from it when im awake, but the dreams happen and its like remembering, like its real [Received, 1:04] then it fades away again. its almost gone right now [Received, 1:04] cartman was a zombie? he bit me, u pulled him off me, i ran away [Received, 1:04] i was scared for karen

That was something she hadn’t heard before-- then again, she could barely remember what happened half of the time. Certain things stuck in her mind, came and went, but it was so hard to hold two separate realities in the mind at the same time... and other timelines intruded upon her at seemingly random intervals as well. Things got intermixed all the time-- the only one that made the zombie time-line special was the fact that she died at the end of it, and that she’d been speaking to Kenny for a great deal of it... a first, in all of her mishaps through time. 

She read over his description, over and over, trying to make herself recall. She thought she did-- mostly she remembered Cartman’s bloated body falling down a set of stairs before she went after him to stomp on his fucking skull. The rest refused to remain solvent.

[Sent, 1:06] i remember him falling down the elementary school stairs.

[Received, 1:06] me too. u jumped on him. i watched long enough to make sure you were okay, but something was wrong with me. i had to run. [Received, 1:07] ... i think i went up to the roof? [Received, 1:07] ... i think i jumped. 

That’s one way to make sure you don’t hurt your sister. She couldn’t speak to any of that. She couldn’t remember leaving the elementary school, but she knew some short time after dealing with Cartman, she’d run into Dr. Kartwright, who had given her a cellphone with a message to convince her past self to take action. 

She didn’t know what to say to him, what might help. Did she tell him about her own nightmare? How the sensation of being shot haunted her? It felt like she didn’t have room to talk; he’d been through thousands of deaths, spoken about how each and every one of them was still vivid in his memory. That he knew what it was like to be impaled, burned, electrocuted, shot, stabbed, and many others... what was her single moment of suffering in the face of his much more tortuous state? 

Her screen blurred. She was tearing up again, swallowing over a lump in her throat while her cheeks burned in a mixture of shame and... and... she didn’t know what-- terror? The danger was past, she was alive, and still the horror of it robbed her of her sleep and left her in this empty and broken state, traumatized by an event that no longer existed. 

Sniffing, she typed.

[Sent, 1:09] Are you alright?  [Sent, 1:10] I think I’m going to be awake for a while if you need someone to talk to.

She rolled her head into her pillow, stifling a sob. 

[Received, 1:10] im good [Received, 1:11] i texted to see if u were ok [Received, 1:11] u said you had a dream too, what happened?

It took her several minutes of shoving her head into her pillow before she even lifted her head and peered at the new set of messages upon her softly glowing screen. She rolled onto her belly, sniffing hard and crumpling her pillow beneath her chest and staring down at her messenger, trying to figure out what to say while the tears once again came to a stop, although breathing was still harder than it should have been. 

He asked. She told herself. That makes it worth telling, right? 

She typed for longer than she meant to, going into details she’d half-forgotten by this point, but apparently her thumbs were able to uncover those little things-- the sound of the birds out in the woods, the way the leaf litter had felt under her knees, the smell of the oil Dr. Kartwright used to keep her gun clean.

She painted a terribly vivid picture, even to herself. She wrote of the moment, so much so that her phone had to pause a second and convert into a multimedia message because she’d typed too much for SMS. She’d gotten to waking up, the sensation that still itched inside her brain case.

She stared at it. Paragraphs of description, of the horror that had been replaying the most often for her these days. Why? Why this? Did her subconscious choose which moments to fixate upon? Why did this one have to keep coming back to her? 

She frowned faintly. Was she being over-dramatic? Maybe this was too much... 

[Received, 1:19] pls dont delete anything [Received, 1:19] i want to hear it

HOW THE FUCK DOES HE DO THAT??? Glaring at her phone-- no, no, she was pouting, pouting at her phone, she pressed and held on her great big text-block and hit the ‘select all’ button to copy it, delete it, and type a shorter message in its place.

[Sent, 1:20] WOULD YOU KINDLY EXPLAIN HOW YOU READ MY GODDAMN MIND?!

[Received, 1:20] i know u. u dont think your shit is worth talking about, worth listening to [Received, 1:21] it is. pls tell me?

Knows me too damn fucking well. If this were a spy movie, I’d have to kill him.

With a sigh, the text block was pasted back into the messenger, and she sent it-- her whole episode in grueling detail. 

Reading over it, seeing it confirmed as sent made her bury damp eyes into the fabric of her pillow once more. Something in her was so goddamn afraid, but she didn’t understand why. 

She remained there until her phone buzzed in her hands. Eyes were bleary and wet when she rose up, blinking a few times. 

Then she blinked a few more. 

[Received, 1:24] do u want me to come over? [Received, 1:24] i noticed ur basement has one of those little storm windows, i could slip in thru there and we could hang out

[Sent, 1:25] It’s past midnight on a school night, and you wanna hold my punching bag for me? 

[Received, 1:25] if itll make u feel better, yeah

... well, if he’s offering... 

[Sent, 1:26] I think it would. [Sent, 1:26] Thanks. 

[junker-town]

Why the Bucks don’t miss Malcolm Brogdon, at least not yet

The Bucks aren’t missing Malcolm Brogdon yet.

Milwaukee is doubling down on everything that makes them great, at least so far.

The 2018-19 Milwaukee Bucks won 73 percent of their games while outscoring opponents by a league-leading 8.6 points per 100 possessions. You know what happened next. The Bucks lost four straight to the Raptors after winning the first two games of the Eastern Conference Finals, then refused to go deep into the luxury tax to retain Malcolm Brogdon, a key player in their starting lineup. If you’re a Bucks fan, you’ve probably read more critiques of that decision than you can count.

Yet sans Brogdon, the 2019-20 Bucks are 21-3, an 88 percent win rate. They’ve outscored opponents by nearly 13 points per 100 possessions, putting them even further ahead of the rest of the league. They won back-to-back games by more than 40 points, then demolished the Los Angeles Clippers, a preseason title favorite, by 28. I’m no genius, but those numbers seem better than last year.

This should lead to a series of obvious questions:

Was Brogdon’s importance to the Bucks overstated?

Was he actually a “luxury,” as managing partner Marc Lasry suggested before the season?

Forget finances: did the Bucks actually make the right basketball decision to let him go?

Was all the haranguing about the timing of his departure — right before a certain important international sensation could decide to leave a quaint little American town of nearly 600,000 people — a waste of time?

The honest answer to all of those question is that we don’t know yet. Before the season, I suggested the Bucks wouldn’t really miss Brogdon until the postseason. We, of course, have not reached the postseason and won’t for some time. Brogdon is also having an all-star caliber season for the Pacers, having transferred the direct, attacking style that served him well off the ball in Milwaukee into an on-ball role in Indiana. Watching him and screening savant Domantas Sabonis change speeds in the pick-and-roll is a basketball nerd’s dream.

And yet, the Bucks have been significantly better than they were at any point last season even without Brogdon. If he was so important to their success last year, why have they improved? And if they’ve improved this much, doesn’t that mean he really was a luxury?

Broadly, the Bucks have improved for two related reasons: their defense is somehow better, and their star is somehow better. Without Brogdon, their strengths have become super-duper-duper strengths.

Last year’s Bucks allowed the fewest points per 100 possessions in the league. They did so using a simple formula: shut off the rim, don’t foul, and don’t get caught in rotation. Oddly, they allowed a higher percentage of three-point shots than any other team in the league, which is usually a sign of a bad unit. But in Milwaukee’s case, it was by design. They made the rim a no-fly zone, so most of those threes were relatively harmless above-the-break ones like this.

Brook Lopez (and Antetokounmpo to a lesser extent) correctly received most of the credit. It looks easy to raise your arms as high as possible near the basket, but there’s a reason you don’t see zillions of Brook Lopezes around the league. It’s hard to be that big and have that much upper-body strength with athletic marvels jumping into your chest.

Still, the Bucks’ defensive strategy isn’t exactly the most complicated to diagnose. So how are they allowing four fewer points per 100 possessions this year? Why are teams shooting just 53.6 percent at the rim against them this year, nearly four percentage points lower than last year’s league-leading mark?

There are many factors. Lopez has somehow improved as a rim protector, falling less often for ball-handlers fakes.

The addition of Lopez’s brother Robin has also given Milwaukee a second towering statue around the basket.

But there’s another factor at play: better perimeter defenders playing in Brogdon’s place. Brodgon is far from a slouch, but he’s not as big as Wesley Matthews or as quick as the bench duo of Donte DiVincenzo and Pat Connaughton.

Matthews, a veteran’s minimum signing this summer, has fit in seamlessly with the Bucks’ ethos. Milwaukee allows just 96.3 points per 100 possessions with him in the game — to make an admittedly crude comparison, they allowed 102.7 per 100 with Brogdon on the floor last year. He’s bigger, more physical, and savvier than anyone the Bucks had last year, giving them another option against the Leonards of the world.

Last year, the task of stopping these players fell to Khris Middleton or Brogdon, which sapped their offensive energy (especially in Middleton’s case). Now, it’s Matthews’ job, and Leonard in particular saw the difference.

DiVincenzo and Connaughton are excellent alternatives against the quicker guards that Brogdon used to check. Their ball pressure is a delight to watch, and DiVincenzo in particular looks like a shutdown corner when playing passing lanes.

Together, those three players make the Lopii look even better. Last year, the Bucks were good at funneling drivers to the rim with enough pressure to limit their leaping ability. But Matthews, DiVincenzo, and Connaughton are even more superior clamp defenders that stay even more attached to their man’s hips on pick-and-rolls.

In different ways, against different kinds of offensive players, they ensure Milwaukee’s elite rim protectors aren’t forced to leave the hoop and get exposed in space. Brook Lopez gets credit for stoning Ivica Zubac at the rim, but Matthews made it easier by nipping at Leonard’s heels so he couldn’t finish the drive.

Brogdon did that stuff well, but not as well as Matthews, DiVincenzo, and Connaughton. And while he’s much more versatile on the other end, Milwaukee’s offense is doing just fine anyway. That’s largely because Antetokounmpo has somehow taken on more responsibility.

For years, we’ve wondered what might happen if Antetokounmpo finally developed a jump shot to go along with his incredible power game. Y’all, it’s happening. He’s up to 32 percent on threes this year while taking five a game, nearly double his career high in attempts. As I noted a couple weeks ago, his shooting form is smoother. Watch the difference on these two shots.

Defenses would still rather have Antetokounmpo shoot from the perimeter than drive, but he’s now good enough from out there to at least be honored. He even sometimes fools some dummies into biting on his pump fake!

His shooting improvement holds up from mid-range and on turnarounds on the block. Teams are honoring those shots, which allows Antetokounmpo to go through his man for layups and dunks from a standstill position rather than always having to attack on the move.

These two left-box post ups against Defensive Player of the Year candidate Jonathan Isaac illustrate Antetokounmpo’s skill development. On the first one, Isaac absorbed Antetokounmpo’s body blow and backed up to bait Antetokounmpo into shooting over him. Totally understandable, yet Antetokounmpo obliged with this nifty jump hook, a new-ish tool in his arsenal.

Two minutes later, Antetokounmpo caught the ball in the exact same spot. This time, Isaac, took a step toward Antetokounmpo, trying to body him off the spot from which he just got beat. Big mistake, because Antetokounmpo just plowed through him for a dunk.

Does Isaac do that if he hasn’t experienced Antetokounmpo besting him with a jump hook? I doubt it. That’s how possessing a deeper set of offensive tools makes a star’s strength even stronger.

Antetokounmpo’s offensive improvement has little to do with Brogdon’s departure, unless you believe Brodgon somehow held the MVP back. But if replacing Brogdon with Matthews and DiVincenzo while retaining Connaughton and George Hill improves the defense without any offensive drop-off, maybe it was a good basketball decision after all?

Well, maybe. Getting stronger at your strengths doesn’t alleviate the fear that your team is too predictable in a tight playoff series. It always helps to have offspeed pitches no matter how many extra miles one adds to their fastball. Do the Bucks have enough variety without Brogdon around?

To me, DiVincenzo’s development is the key to further threading the needle. He’s no Brogdon on offense, but he’s shown flashes of providing some of the playmaking, shooting, and direct driving that Brogdon did last year. The Bucks would be wise to coax more of this out.

The Bucks also have the two draft picks and the trade exception they received for moving Brogdon to Indiana to flip for an upgrade if they decide they need it. (If only they could trade those things for Malcolm Brogdon!).

But they could also do nothing and be in as good a position as they were with Brogdon. Remember, they dominated two playoff series with him injured last year and were a bounce away from going up 3-0 in last year’s East Finals. Further improvement from Antetokounmpo plus a more stifling defense might be the formula necessary to break through. If so, perhaps Brogdon really was a luxury player.

We won’t know for sure until June. Until then, it’s worth at least considering the possibility they were right to let him go.

CLOSEOUT OF THE WEEK

Three-point shooting is essential, yet there’s no good stat that credits defenders for the essential act of preventing a three-pointer from being taken. We must reward these efforts.

Four Lakers stopped potential open transition threes here. You love to see it.

REBOUND JOUST OF THE WEEK

Last year, I wrote about the rising trend of teammates fighting each other for defensive rebounds. These moments usually end harmlessly, but occasionally, they can cost a team. Here’s to over-aggression!

The real MVP of this clip is Hornets play-by-play man Eric Collins, who has a knack for conveying the exact level of joy or (more commonly) frustration that Hornets fans feel in the moment. GOOD GOLLY is a call for the ages. Perfect for a moment trivial, yet frustrating during an attempted comeback.

(Shoutout to the legend John Hollinger for flagging this joust.)

[snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales]

Bloodlines - Part 4

A/N: Based off of the song “Heathens” by Twenty One Pilots, this will be a multichapter fic with either a lyric being a chapter title, or the headers to break down the thought process of the chapter. None of the lyrics are mine, and they are all in bold - Again, I do not claim to own them, all credit where credit is due.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Word Count: 2,025 (Not including lyrics.)

Warnings: None that I know of. Mild language?

Beautiful people who helped me when I came to them with this crazy idea and said to run with it: @wheresthekillswitch @obsessed-withthe-hales @aworldmadeforme @life-what-life-i-dont-have-one @xteenwolfwritingsx

Coming back to Beacon Hills was supposed to be uneventful. Yet somehow, you are now stuck in the middle of two worlds you didn’t even know existed yesterday. Now between both worlds, but not belonging to either, you try to forge your own way, finding out that some ties are stronger than bloodlines.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Xxx

You’ll never know the psychopath sitting next to you

Stopping mid run and grabbing your head with both hands, you grimaced at the onslaught of memories flooding your mind. When Talia took them, she must have installed some failsafe just in case, a way for you to get them back if she weren’t around. You wondered with a heavy heart if she knew she wouldn’t be around.

Dropping your hands, you looked up to the sky, blind to the beauty of the twinkling stars above you, only able to acknowledge you were in some sort of clearing as you spun in slow circles, taking in as much of your surroundings as you could. You had a moment between the replays, and you used it to make sure the area was clear, safe, before you just collapsed to the ground, broke down and sobbed.

How many times had you sat next to Peter at lacrosse games? Smiled like nothing was wrong. Ignorant to the man he had become. And before that, how many times had you visited the Hale house, gone out for coffee, or gone to one of Derek’s basketball games and sat next to the lunatic?

How could you be so unaware? How could so much be missing? How could it all be happening under your nose when you’d had all the pieces, and you still not know?

You may have been young, and he may have just been humoring you since Derek treated you like family, but you had thought Peter saw you as extended family, too. You were only three years younger than Derek, four during certain months, and he never let you forget it, but you still considered all of the Hale’s your family by proximity.

He had been a good man. A kind man. A friend.

And somehow, on some level, he still was.

Despite everything, you still needed him in your life. His role wasn’t over.

You’ll never know the murderer sitting next to you

You sat there sobbing, gradually letting it ease into sniffles before you raised your head back up again.

“Y/N?”

No. It couldn’t be her. This wasn’t possible. She was dead.

“Allison?”

This was crazy. How could you even entertain the idea of talking to a dead person? Maybe you were a banshee…. You heard her laugh drift through the forest around you, not able to pin one location. “No, you’re more of a war cry kind of person. You don’t have the pipes to scream like that.”

“How did you-”

“I’m in your head, Y/N. One of the perks is reading your mind. You think I’d pass up on that golden opportunity?”

You laughed softly, shaking your head gently. “You weirdo.”

“Says the one talking to a figment of her imagination.”

You just laughed. Well, she wasn’t wrong.

“There it is! You haven’t smiled in too long, Y/N. Don’t let all this town drama get you down. The only legacy you need to worry about is your own. Believe me. I speak from experience.”

“What other legacy would I be living up to?” You swiped at a few straggling tears, looking around absently for the source of the voice floating on the wind.

“Oh, that’s right. You don’t know yet. Well, remember yet.” She paused. “Either way, it’s still true. Even when you do remember, you still need to focus on you. Worry about your own thing. Don’t let a name, a rumor, a history get you down. Rise up, dust off, and move on.”

A silence settled over you, and you could sense things left unspoken. “Don’t hold it against them. Against him,” she finally spoke. “They all thought we were better not knowing. But just like you, I stumbled into this. It’s in our blood, it’s who we are. Eventually we’re bound to find it in the end.”

You smiled as a gentle breeze blew. “I never got to say goodbye.”

She sounded like she was smiling. “And now you’ll never have to.”

You’ll think, “How’d I get here, sitting next to you?”

You pondered the whispers of ghosts. Was your family a group of hunters? Maybe like Deaton, some kind of Druids…. Or were werewolves still a possibility?

You scoffed, shaking your head. None of that was a possibility as of an hour ago. What had changed since then? Leaning your head back with a sigh, you let it rest against the tree at your back, only to have it thump all the way back onto the flat surface of a stump. Eyes going wide, you quickly rose to your feet, swearing it had been an entire tree when you sat down, only to turn around and see the stump of an old tree in front of you. It looked ancient.

Reaching out timidly, you set your hand onto the many rings along the surface, proving how old the tree was. You felt a surge of power, of something, almost like electricity suddenly running from head to toe. Yanking your hand back quickly, the sensation subsided, but didn’t disappear.

Something inside you had just woken up, and it was getting ready to roar.

But after all I’ve said

“This is what I was afraid of.” Stiles’ voice startled you, making you look over your shoulder at the sound. Stiles stood on the edge of the clearing, looking at you sheepishly. He kept toeing the border that lead into the vast circle surrounding the stump, but the wary glance he sent it’s way seemed to be the deciding factor that kept him on his side of the line. He looked tired.

“How did you find me?” Of all the things you wanted to say, all the things that hung in that brief moment of silence as you took in his appearance, that was what came out first.

“This seems to be the spot to come when you are having some sort of supernatural revelation.” He smiled almost sadly. His hands dug deep into his pockets. “It’s the Nemeton.” He pushed his hands down further still, shrugging at the same time which effectively made him look like an awkward turtle as his lacrosse hoodie swallowed him up in the movement. Letting his shoulder fall, his hands remained in his pockets and he eyed the stump once again before huffing out what sounded like an annoyed grunt and taking a few steps toward you.

You rolled your eyes. “Of course it is. Leave it to me to find it,” you muttered, glaring at the stump before stilling, stopping as the thought hit you, Stiles reinforcing it as he voiced what was on your mind.

“Wait. How did you know what that word meant?”

You didn’t answer, you just shifted your weight from foot to foot. Truth was, you didn’t know.

“Y/N, how did you know? Have you been here before?”

Shaking your head, you turned the opposite direction and began to walk off, hearing his footsteps following quickly after you, making you turn abruptly. “Stiles! I don’t know!” You cried, arms wide. A moment of silence passed before you spoke again quietly. “And it scares me.”

Suddenly you found yourself wrapped in a hug, this time the lacrosse hoodie swallowed your face, and you were grateful for the small escape, hiding your face in the excess material of the hood for as long as possible, breathing in the familiar smell of Stiles, and letting it calm you. “Too many questions for one night. I’m starting to get a headache,” you mumbled into the material, pulling away from Stiles with a huff as he chuckled. “I got myself into, this, Stiles. Not you. Stop blaming yourself. If my family is in this, it would have happened sooner rather than later. I’m just glad I have you. Otherwise, I don’t know what I would have done with this information….“

“I’m glad you have me, too!” He smiled.

You laughed. “Please tell me you drove here? I am just realizing how far I ran, and it makes me want to groan endlessly.”

Please don’t forget

You walked the halls of school with your head a little higher. Something had changed that night, and while you knew parts were still missing, they would come along eventually.

Bit by bit life was getting back to normal.

Until there was an emergency pack meeting at the loft. Something new was in town. Something mean and dangerous. Something supernatural. And it wanted something to do with your pack.

Somewhere along the way they had lost the title of “the pack” and become “your pack”.

And just that simple change made your head rise just a little bit higher.

“Well, you sure seem better,” Scott said, matching your stride down the hallway, his signature crooked yet kind smile on his face as he gave you a once over before looking back forward as you walked side by side.

You smiled. “Yeah. Yeah, I feel better. And all because of a tree stump,” you shook your head disbelievingly, huffing out a laugh as you glanced to Scott still beside you.

“The Nemeton?” He winced, his voice annoyed.

You nodded with a smug smile, looking forward yet again. “The Nemeton.”

“I hate that thing,” Scott mumbled making you laugh gently as you both stepped out into the sunlight, the school day finally over. “So, do you need a ride to the meeting?”

His question caught you off guard, making you narrow your eyebrows at him. You played with the strap of your backpack for a second before answering. “Um, I was just going to ride with Stiles….”

“He left during third period.”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course he did,” you muttered under your breath, looking strangely again at Scott as he laughed before remembering he had super hearing. “Why? Are you offering me a ride on that little bike of yours?”

“No.” Well. That caught you off guard. “Sorry…. I’m Kira’s ride.”

“Then why did you-”

Tires squealed behind you, and you turned to see Derek in his large SUV.

Turning to Scott, he nodded before you even asked. “You heard him coming, didn’t you?” He continued to nod as he slipped on his helmet.

You turned back to Derek. “Stiles has been at the loft all day doing research. I was about to throw a book at him when I realized you probably needed a ride.” You laughed, and he smiled broadly. You even heard Scott let out a snort from behind the visor of his helmet. “So. Need a ride?”

“If it’s not too much trouble.” You smiled knowingly.

“Actually, I have a few things to do, so-” he let off of the brake and the car started to roll forward only to stop abruptly as he laughed at your cry of protest. “Get in.”

Opening the door, you climbed in and slammed the door. “Very funny. Ha, ha. Leave the girl stranded in front of the school. How valiant of you.”

“I would never,” he said playfully. Scott let out a laugh once again. “Shut up, McCall!”

“Oh yeah?” Scott shot back, his red eyes suddenly glowing from behind the visor on the helmet, his voice low. “Make me.”

Derek growled, but it sounded more human than wolf, as he threw his car back into gear. “Guy becomes an Alpha and suddenly he’s a cocky little sh-”

The revving of Scott’s bike cut off Derek’s last word, and he rode off past the car with Kira sitting on the rear, arms wrapped around his waist. After a few seconds, Derek mumbled, “Showoff,” which Scott must have heard because he popped a small wheelie before peeling away out of the parking lot.

Staring after your friend for a long moment, you then turned to Derek who wore a smug smile. “Shows what he knows. There is a shortcut to the loft if he had turned left.” He pulled up to the turn, his blinker blinking lazily. “And I’ll be damned if he beats me to my own damned house,” he finished quietly, before punching the gas and turning left, the force of it pushing you back in your seat and fumbling for the armrest with a gulp, clutching it for dear life.

Xxx

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[leonarun-blog]

It's been so long since I wrote what was on my mind.

This is what happens when u stay up.. well when I post this it should be 32 hours awake just trying to get our new YouTube accounts ready and also real paper work from Amazon cuz we have a small snow bord and ski shop but we do all of out sells online since we moved out of the city. Anyway I'll tell u what guys. I haven't been on here in so long I'm surprised ppl r still on it. Well if that's the case I really came here for a main reason but also still a good hand full of other possible reasons too. So the main reason is me and my fiance broke up back in September 2018 and well got to a point it's time to open the doors back up. I tell ya one thing iv moe got a hard time doing is looking for the next one. U know. I just let it happen and hopefully they'll run into me cuz for like 24 years if been and I remember how minutely tired I was. Dating it like mildly exercising but for the brain as well. Hey its what ever I'm not saying I'm not or just get lazy about it just go with the flow of it and let time take me by the hand and slowly make our way down a road u have no idea how long it is, where it goes, or how dangerous it could get but like most chance takers out there would say

!!!!"Fuck It"!!!!

So hope at least someone out there would see my post and understand where my little story went. *sigh* you know and I'm not trying to sound desperate or needy and if u meet me in person or happen to be some of the few luckiest people the r my close friends u would know that, but hey your opinion is yours and no one can change it only u can. So I guess with all that said I'm not on here to much any more u know? I do and am on other stuff like the other messengers, streams, social media sites (not like Facebook). I'll just make a list of what I'm on way more cuz u know the most thing people keep with them more then anything eles in history and the world today. Cell Phones.....sorry just bored and feel like written a bunch of stuff and crap. So ya love to meet some new friends and it doesn't matter if you live 100s of miles away anything could happen someday and allways good to know people all around the country, especially someone like me that loves to travel and just not be bound down by stuff like a house, kids, all kinds of bills witch we all got but ya have a open mind and loving heart but allways remember our mind and heart can tell us what we need and want and what we can and can not do so think and feel on this one. Our mind will tell us we can and sometimes what we should not do or can not do. We must allways when we r at the point of letting go, giving up, or freaking out that the one thing that should have a tattoo on it that just says two letters. "DO" it is your heart that says dont give up the one that sometime we can feel a sensation of sarinaty come over us knowing we r loved in some way. The feeling of right and wrong it inspires us in unknown ways, it drives us and some say that's where our spirit, soul, vessel is at. Was going to go into something about our dreams and why the molecule in our heads named NN-DMT has such a huge role in all living things and is what creates for us a way to cope transition to the next life, world, dimension, or Holy Realm. So with all that said I'm going to leave you with this short poem I wrote about 8 years ago and also I'm just going to skip down 2 lines and attach the name of media first and then username but if I can use links instead of u retyping my user name.

Thanks for reading.....Late!

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Skype. leon18301

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TikTok. @garrettturner14

2 upcoming YouTube channels witch I'll put the main one first.

(GampagE "Times Infinity Equals") I got the hole logo/Banner done. I'll attach it.

The other picture is basically my mind atm lolz

Oh also here is the other YouTube channel working on at the same time.

(Lunacy of Imagination)

Facebook, ya I know what I say about FB but on it catching up with what's going on in the family and the new town I moved to. It's a mobile site but should work all the same.

https://m.facebook.com/garrett.turner.10485?ref=bookmarks

Secondlife. Got 2 usernames

Umphery Toxx & Lucia snow

also if you want to see my other fursona Lucia. She's the cutest, sweetest, innocent, little Arctic Fennec/Wolf Herm or like a say Futa. Just sounds way better then herm. Anyways here is her Furaffinity account if u want to check it out.

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/lucia183snow

So any who if u made it to the end of this I know....NO I can feel you'll at least say Hi or *Woof* or something. Thank you for letting me talk away and u read it TY

OK Later......!

P.S. dont forget the poem I rather attached or just posted under this.

Well thought I could put a picture of it cuz its written down on paper and also on my phone so here u go

Enjoy.

"Definition of Life in the Now"

Hate we seek for the love we lose. Promises we keep in the Defection of truth. One part heaven, two parts hell, The balance tips We know this challenge well. We search for love, we search fore truth, Hurts so much to see the love we loss. Seek the answers form seer tent questions. Never spoken, never know, The cycle is unbroken The cycle slows. A heat of glass, face of stone. Question asked, answers unknown Lies and truth, the tools we use. Focus on the feelings Worlds can fuse. Life and death, living and dreaming This is a test-this is a test Only an experiment no meaning