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bugflies00 · 2 years

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ok its time for my. traditional post-stream moment (well. post-vod considering the circumstances) where i try to condense all my thoughts into a singular post especially rn since i didn’t liveblog so people not watching don’t have to see it

dsmp spoilers obviously

um. okay uh well first off im still crying, that should give you…? an idea of the effect this stream had on me…?

im still holding onto hope for this story to be about healing but if it ends grim and the only hope is ‘oooh volume II blank slate woo’ i don’t know what i’ll do with myself LOL (despair). but i’d like to think if wilbur didn’t kill off his character. i’d like to think tommy wouldn’t either. but like always in extremely tense dangerous points in the story before i’ve never believed they would die like i never thought cwilbur would die yknow. but i think. well this is the most scared ive been for lore since um well ever actually i think

first off. gonna try to avoid talking about dream as much as possible even his character. just hope people aren’t gonna take the justifications he and cpunz give for the . Horribly Fucked Up shit theyre doing as valid and start running with ‘oooh cdream was in the right and the victim all along!!’ but who am i kidding they probably have already. ill admit i didn’t see the hydra-type plan coming, with one not being killable if the other’s alive so that was a twist

UMM lord that whole lava room scene was . indescribable levels of fucked up and dont get me started on how cdream managed to convince ctommy that all the shit and abuse he’s suffered (even up to doomsday) was HIS FAULT and we see that resurface not even an hour later when ctommy tells ctubbo every bad situation theyve had since the start of the server has been his fault. don’t get me started

when they broke character because tommy couldnt do the stunt of aiming the throw of the discs JDJZDJJDSJ appreciated the break of the tension it made everything worse after in comparison. even tommy said he was on the ‘verge of tears irl before that’

and then the nuke. we got SO SO CLOSE to an acknowledgment of the nuke plan. of c!rocketduo’s plan to kill ctommy. but honestly while we didn’t get it outwardly i’ll take ctommy hesitance and like. pause after ctubbo said cjack helped him & ctommy brought up the explosion near him as him putting together the pieces. ill pretend just for my own sake. SPEAKING OF ctommy now knows cranboo was the one who set up the explosions (under mind control obviously) that stuck him in the prison with cdream and got him killed!!! can this boy catch a break. well he’s dying tomorrow so i guess he’s getting a very long break (<- just cried for an hour at that prospect)

and then. ctommy setting up the plan to trade his life for everyone else’s.

okay so like we all saw it coming but Ummmmmmmm well still a punch to the gut. Ummmmmmm. Ummmmm dealing well with this info. also ctommy screaming at ctubbo to ‘stop being optimistic’ and ‘its over, theyve lost’ and how he needs to just do this and die and its the end. Hahahahhahaha disc war finale roles flipped amirite. now ctubbos desperately clinging onto an alternate solution and ctommys the one who’s so jaded, so desperate that he’s convinced he needs to die (and that he deserves to. let’s be real ctommy thinks he deserves to die because he believes he’s at fault for the shit he and the others have been through. and if he dies without anyone having fucking proved him wrong. well.)

and like in my mind this story has always been about healing, like i said. and i’d genuinely be surprised if tommy chose an absolutely grim ending for his character (dying for everyone, sure a hero’s death, but dying still thinking he’s at fault for it all. that’s not just tragic that’s unnecessary.) but yknow at this point

the part that got me the worst was the whole bit after they started walking away from the nuke site. like they started walking towards and on the prime path and talking about how it was the last time and Uhm wellllllllll yes so maybe i cried fuck off . like the LAST TIME do you realise this???? LAST TIME c!clingyduo walked the prime path. and when ctommy started talking about lmanberg. looking at the flag. ASKING CTUBBO THAT, AFTER HIS DEATH, THE FLAG BE PUT UP THERE TO FLY IN THE WIND. ASKING CTUBBO TO TELL EVERYONE, INCLUDING HIS SON AND HIS SON’S CHILDREN, THE STORIES OF THEM AND THE OTHERS AND LMANBERG. looking at the lmanberg pictures. sitting on the bench together but there’s no music anymore because the discs are gone but that’s alright, it’s so pretty, look at the sunset tommy isn’t it so pretty? yeah it is. i’m gonna die tomorrow tubbo

like its all always been about lmanberg because it was about them. and i know people are gonna run with cpunz’s ‘nations exclude those not part of it’ argument, but lmanberg was about the community. like ill never say this enough lmanberg was literally family like that’s what they were all fighting for or clinging onto or running away from . and it was their project and to cwilbur it was ctommy and they were all important but ctommy was the heart of it all. he gave everything for it, for them really. over and over and now he wants ctubbo to tell those stories after he’s gone because he plans to walk in tomorrow at eighteen years old in a place where he’s only known trauma and death, walk in there and lure his abuser and his partner and then take a nuke for everyone. youngest one on that server. and yeah they’re not kids anymore (according to them) but they are they’re fucking kids ctommy is so tragic i feel fucking ill

and now its past midnight meaning Today is. final ctommy stream ever. Um well it has not sinked in yet. two years and probably my favourite character of all time ending Today and most likely dying. brother i don’t know what i’ll do with myself if he dies im genuinely so embarrassingly attached to this character and the others and this story. and so much of it feels so hollow when they walk around the server and there’s no one. idk whatever happens tomorrow i’ll still be so fucking glad for this story no matter how fucked up some things have been recently and no matter how much wasted potential there was. this is disgustingly sappy but tbh you clicked ‘read more’ on this post like u signed up for this. anyway ctommy my shining star whatever happens tomorrow youve been the best ever🌟🌟🌟 my favourite little guy in the whole wide world literally a star

#ctommy ur my ctommy saayyy iit to meeeeee #girl please dont die tomorrow ill actually be devastated LMAO #alex.rambles.txt #c!tommy #c!clingyduo #c!tubbo #mcyt #dsmp spoilers #liveblogging

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charmixpower · 2 years

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Look live action will always scare me to the extent that I’ve hit a point where I almost don’t care about rivens potential race anymore but honestly I just wanna know HOW THEY GONNA DO THE ANTI GRAVITY MAGENTA ONION HAIR since the new live action will apparently focuse on more “animation accuracy” I’m curious what is gonna happen with it and how it’ll look😭 tbh I’m kinda manifesting that if they refuse to do like full on magenta hair he’ll at least have like magenta dip dye or smth🤪 tbh I’d the spikey hair doesnt work irl I’d kinda dig a ponytail or manbun to kinda emulate the silhouette of an elevated hair look but that’s probably like just me but I’m excited to see what they will do with his hair😭

On the topic of the ethnicity of the specialists I think one thing I always liked about them is that because they weren’t based off irl celebrities nor do they ever specify races in the magic dimension, I like to think that everyone can have their own hcs Abt them if they’re more ambiguous. Like I guess it might get rlly confusing with helia and Saadin Bcs of helia supposedly taking a more East Asian appearance while Saladin has more southwest inspiration so I guess in terms of genetics it may not rlly seem logical to some? Idk I personally chose to ignore now and there’s rlly not much a point of reading into it as it rlly was a children’s cartoon. And everyone would have their own interpretation of it? Like I guess for me mentally I used to think riven was East Asian like musa when I was rlly young because as an East Asian who grew up in a homogenous country I always remember interracial dating being looked down upon and super unconventional where I was from and I guess I just accidentally projected and assumed since I was a kid. Now that Im older yes I’m a bit more confused but it rlly is super interesting. But I always love listening to others thoughts on characters it’s just very insightful to see how people interpret the animation differently!! I just sometimes like to see people feeling represented in the media they consume tbh

Lol ive never been a fan of live action anything. Its harder for me to suspend my disbelief when I'm looking at some guy doing magic vs a drawing ya know??

Tbh ill be happy enough if his hair is just magenta. Riven with a natural hair color is a evil crime and I will not stand for it. Dye that fuckers hair or so help me god

It would be admittly funny if they use a wig or gel the shit out of his hair, but his hair is probably gonna be just magenta and a normal hair style

Simple solution, Helia is mixed! XD thats the best way to solve all these probems

That's completely understandable, I understand why youd make that assumption, like me and Nabus braids XD

Oh if you wanna hear something about inteprations: both me and my mom thought Aisha was mixed latina and black because her hair texture doesn't have that much volume, especially next to Stormy who's hair looks far more kinky than Aisha's did. Her hair being limp and looking more curly than kinky or coily is definitely at its worst in Harmonix, which is the season I stopped watching at growing up. S6+7 are the best at giving Aisha's hair volume, which is ironic because that's when the couture art style set in, but neither me nor my mom saw that

If your wondering, its mostly the way her hair tapers off, and how it goes mostly down instead of out. It makes her hair look 3 range, which is like my mixed kid hair and less like my mother's

I hope you find that interesting ^^

#rus chatters #asks

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mzkora · 2 years

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Tag game tuesday: The MySpace Survey

Thanks for the tag @gallavich-headcanon

What’s your name: Kora, darling, and don’t forget it 😜

Sun sign: Cancer 🦀

The last song you listened to: “song of the roustabouts” from the animated Dumbo movie because it had randomly gotten stuck in my head.

What are you wearing right now: nothing but granny panties because I’m home alone and not going anywhere

How tall are you? 5’10/5’11 depending on the day

Piercings? Nope. Not my zhuzh.

Tattoos? No. I’ve considered getting them but the pain and aftercare have scared me off.

Glasses or contacts? Glasses. Things going in my eyes? 🗣️NO!!!!

Last drink: water cuz I’m a boring bitch

Last thing you ate: lemon pepper tuna from a packet and gluten free mac and cheese

Favorite color: Red? Purple? Blue? Girl, I can’t choose. I *love* color!

Any pets? My family has had pets (a dog when I was a kid, and a cat when I was in high school/college), but I haven’t personally had one.

Do you have a crush on anyone? IRL, no. Celebrity ones don’t count as far as I’m concerned since I don’t actually know them.

Favorite fictional character: I can’t pick just one. It’s impossible. I love *all* my himbos, brotherfuckers, and dipshits.

A movie you think everyone should watch: I don’t think there’s any movie that everyone should see, but if you wanted to get to know me better I would suggest watching either Sister Act, Fiddler on the Roof, or a Star Trek.

A book you think everyone should read: Again, I don’t think there is just one book for everyone and again if you want to know me better then you should read either The Introvert Advantage by Marti Laney, The Bean Trees by Barbara Kingsolver, or The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley*

*Zimmer Bradley was accused of SA and abuse so I don’t endorse her but I also can’t deny the effect her book had on me as a queer/trans teenager raised in a conservative Christian environment.

The last place you traveled: I’ve been a few places around my home state (texas) to see friends and family but nowhere glamorous or exotic.

Something you’re looking forward to: I don’t know that I have anything that I’m looking forward to right now. Not in a bad way, it’s just that a lot of things that I was looking forward to have just recently happened so I’m in something of a lull at the moment.

And I am tagging: @very-sleepy-head , @digitalmeowmix , @malcolm-reeds-pineapple , @clotpolesonly , @sugargoblin , @stanfordsweater , @nevergettingoverwincest

#MySpace tag game #tag game #random ass post #I don’t usually do things like this #but I thought I’d try #feel free to ignore

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queenofbaws · 2 years

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Okay if this one doesn't cause too much psychic damage (or even if you can answer it lol): top 5 horror movies and/or books that you went in thinking you were gonna love and would be right up your alley only to end up sorely disappointed or just hated in general.

oh god, i can answer this. i can answer this. so easily. there is so much fuckin disappointing horror out there i stg askdjfklasjfksdjfkldjf UGH LET’S DO THIS.

we’re all going to the world’s fair (2021; movie). found footage is notoriously hard to do right, but man i had high hopes for this one. let me tell you, iiiiii’m not sure i can even tell you what happened in this confused mess. a girl does an internet challenge that MAYBE triggers some kind of psychological break in her? perhaps? and then another person on the internet takes it upon himself to inject himself into her life via her youtube uploads? well let me tell you the #1 reason WHY this movie got a solid two thumbs down from ya gurl: uh the flashing/strobing lights in this wereeeeee so constant and so intense that even though i am NOT epileptic, i had to go to bed for the rest of the day after watching it. left me with a bad taste in my mouth lmfao. i’m sure it’s SOMEONE’S thing.

the empty man (2020; movie). the first like 20 min of this movie are so solid. if they ended this thing right after the prologue? good little horror short. it’d be wonderful. great, even. fantastic. but they didn’t, they turned it into a whole movie and it shouldn’t have been a whole movie. this is another one where the plot - to me - felt so muddled i’m not even sure i can explain it clearly, but there’s a spirit out there, and it wants to empty you out until you’re a husk. if you want a good, spooky little watch, turn this one on, but man alive, you turn it off the second you see the “6 months later” or what the fuck ever. trust me on this one.

the requin (2022; movie). i am a simple woman. a simple woman who enjoys a good, schlocky, “oh no, that giant shark is going to eat us!!!” movie. mostly because i have CRAZY intense thalassophobia and as my friends irl will attest, i’m so scared of any fish bigger than a koi that if you take me to an aquarium, my knees literally might give out. this one was just confused. and there wasn’t actually a whole lot of shark. at no point did i feel...anything for the characters. if the selling point of your movie is GIANT SHARK HUNTS PEOPLE, i want to see your gianT SHARK HUNTING PEOPLE AHHHHH.

the ritual by adam nevill (book). okay, this one is definitely just a matter of personal taste, but...i LOVED the movie the ritual, so i thought i’d get the book. the writing itself is great! the story, however, is very different than what you get in the movie, and actually focuses a lot on like...a kidnapping. with a bunch of heavy metal obsessed teenagers. it wasn’t what i was expecting, and it wasn’t what i was hoping for, so it left me feeling pretty deflated. still a great story, just...not the story i was looking for.

sharp objects by gillian flynn (book). i love a story about a fucked up family. i love a story about a serial killer. i love protagonists who are deeply, deeply troubled. this was...hmm. hmmmmmmmm. i’ve read this book like three times, each time hoping maybe my feelings on it will change, but they just don’t. this book feels like suffering for the sake of suffering, and there’s no catharsis, imo, nothing that feels RESOLVED. reading this book felt a whole lot like the written version of “life sucks and then you die,” like it just stretched on and on and everyone was MISERABLE and everyone HATED EACH OTHER and in the end everything just gets WORSE, and idk man. again, i’m sure it’s someone’s thing - it got turned into a tv series on one of the streaming platforms so clearly SOMEONE out there likes it, but boy oh boy, this one just wasn’t for me, folks.

ask me my top 5 anything!

#love-fireflysong #asks #legit im still mad about we're all going to the world's fair lmfao #i thought it was going to be so spooky and good and all it did was make me very very sick #OH WELL #my bookshelves are lined with disappointing horror books but lord help me idk how many of them deserve PUBLICITY

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thegraphitepencils · 2 years

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(A lil scared of drawing attention to myself PLEASE don’t let this get a lot of notes lol, but I did want to get this out somewhere bc I can’t stop thinking about it)

Having only seen a handful of Supernatural episodes out of order, but regularly being in contact irl with both the fans and the cast because of my mom’s job (I’m not telling you what it is), is wild. It’s absolutely fascinating to see what online people say about the actors versus my personal experience with them.

I know I don’t know them well at all, but I do have a different perspective than people who only know them from their twitter accounts, and the disparity between like……. Fanon Jensen Ackles and the dude I’m around in work environments is astounding. He’s just some guy from Texas with a weird job who’s polite to everyone and is new to queer matters so he fumbles sometimes but he does make a genuine effort, and also he got annoyed by the more vocal shippers sometimes (and I’ve seen firsthand the absolutely bonkers shit that gets said to him at conventions, I would get annoyed too). I feel like this idea that Jensen Ackles is a homophobe is kinda just an unflattering game of telephone going from “ignorant but well meaning” to “holds active intentional disdain for The Gays.” I could always be wrong but I really do feel good intentions coming from him!

Also Misha says wacky shit without thinking during panels all the time, I feel like he goes to so many cons and gets so tired traveling that he just turns his brain off and goes into a sort of fugue state while his mouth keeps moving. It’s honestly hilarious to watch, I like to lurk in the back when he’s answering questions because of how unpredictable he remains throughout the years. It leads to words that cause confusion and controversy on Twitter but are very entertaining to me personally so I think it evens out.

#haven’t seen them in a while cuz covid and also my mom’s working more with a different show now #very sad. they’re so funny I miss them.#i should like. actually watch this show one of these days.

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devildomwriter · 2 years

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Obey Me As Tumblr #10

MC: I burned like 3/4 of my forearm on the oven while I was making chicken and my friend was like “honey put some butter on it that draws the heat out” so he was rubbing a stick of butter on my arm and his brother was like “what’s for dinner” as he walked in and saw him slathering my arm in butter and he just slowly backed away

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Leviathan: Putting tape over my webcam thinking about how the CIA agent watched me cry everyday for a year and didn’t once check up on me: cut toxic people out in 2021

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Mammon: Why do 90% of medicines sound like cool wizard names?

Leviathan: It is I, Zyrtec, the almighty!

Solomon: You are no match for Xanax the Wise!

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MC: I’m watching a sports

MC: The sports did good

Simeon: Did the ball go

MC: Fuck dude it sure did

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Mephistopheles: Swear worlds are illegal now. If you say one you’ll be fined

Mammon: Heck

Mephistopheles: You’re on thin fucking ice

Mephistopheles: Oh no

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Beelzebub: What if mayonnaise comes in cans?

Solomon: That would suck because you can’t microwave metal…

Diavolo: Good morning to everyone except these two people

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Mammon: When you shake laminated paper and it does the thing

Diavolo: fwuuubufbuwbfwubfufbuwbuuuBUWBUBHUFUFBUWBUFBUB

Mammon: Exactly

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Satan: So this lady came in this morning and walked up to the front desk to greet us before gasping loudly and saying “I forgot my dog”

She forgot to bring her dog with her

To the vet

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Belphegor: Anyone wanna get in an argument with me

Mammon: Ok cream cheese isn’t that good

Belphegor: I was kidding but you know what fuck you for real

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Leviathan: “You’ll understand when you’re older”

I am older and I understand absolutely nothing

Mammon: #i actually understand less

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Beelzebub: Blood is thicker than water but maple syrup is thicker than blood so technically pancakes are more important than family

MC: Are you Canadian

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Mammon:

Devildom confession

I’ve never seen snow irl

Mammon: I posted this and it snowed like two inches a week later for the first time in like 35 years wtf

Mammon:

Devildom confession

I’ve never had a million dollars

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Asmodeus: Does the term “staff member” make you laugh because those two words both mean penis

Leviathan: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

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MC: Millennial culture is having two wildly different conversations with the same person on two different apps at the same time

Conversation one — Beelzebub: cheese borger

Conversation two — Leviathan: that’s why I think I’m so afraid of making myself vulnerable because my father taught me I couldn’t ever truly trust anyone

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Mammon: Just realized you don’t need to say 6am or 6pm, we already know the m is there so just wrote like 6a or 6p. Can’t believe no one figured this trick out before.

Satan: Or you could do the easy thing and say 0600 and 1800

Mammon: Yeah like adding a bunch of unnecessary zeroes is easy you piece of shit you fucking coward

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Mammon: I hate being high why I keep hearing footsteps

Barbatos: Are you walking?

Mammon: Oh shit

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Satan: A bicycle is the acoustic version of a motorcycle

Thirteen: What the fuck is everyone on this site taking?

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MC: My roomba is scared of thunderstorms.

MC: I was sitting at my desk just a few minutes ago, drawing, and a really loud crack of thunder went off—no power surges or anything, just thunder—and my roomba fled from its dock and started spinning in circles

I currently now have an active roomba sitting quietly on my lap

Raphael: Humans will pack bond with anything

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#obey me shall we date #funny obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me beelzebub #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me raphael #obey me mephistopheles #obey me thirteen

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manekicatwriter · 3 years

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hellooo! i was wondering if i could make a request for an modern au sbi x gn sibling reader where they’re around 17-19, and they’ve got depression. they’ve had to go away for a few weeks after a bad episode ended in an attempt and they were hospitalized and sent somewhere for rehabilitation and now they’re coming home and they’re all anxious and quiet and stuff- so the boys do their best to like comfort them and reassure them that they’re loved and they belong there? i’m sorry if that’s an awkward request, i was just recently discharged after a similar situation and honestly the comfort would be great. it’s totally your call if you chose to write it tho, i understand that this is a difficult and triggering subject and not everyone is comfortable with writing things like it. if you aren’t comfy please feel free to just ignore my ask! <3

you’re here, and that’s what matters.

TW: mentions of attempted suicide. please proceed with caution.

hey! i just wanted to let you know that i’ve been through a similar situation and understand how you feel (though my case was not as severe). i wish you a safe road to recovery.

note, i think you asked for their characters but it leant itself towards their rl versions. i have a feeling the dsmp versions would be too chaotic for this sensitive subject.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! please do not be afraid to send in an ask. ANON IS ON!!

Phil:

- phil was very scared about you being so gravely hurt, it kept him up for some nights. thankfully, you pulled through.

- he visited whenever he could. if he couldn’t, he was busy making sure coming home felt as comfortable for you as possible while also educating himself on how to take care of you.

- phil would listen to how you felt, and be understanding of your feelings.

- “You don’t have to tell me why you did it, I’m just glad you’re here,” pulling you in for a warm hug.

- when you got back home, he made sure he and the boys had prepared your favorite dinner and desserts.

It was the day you had just got home from rehabilitation, and you two were sitting on the couch. You hadn’t said much, you felt like you had nothing to say. Phil had asked for you to sit down so you two could talk, one on one.

You couldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m sorry,” your voice started to crack. “For making you guys worry about me.” Tears started to form from your eyes and you wept into your hands.

Phil immediately reached over to you to hug you, letting you cry on his shoulder. “We don’t blame you. We don’t blame anybody. I just want you to be here safe with us. Let it all out.” He pat and rubbed your back soothingly as you kept crying. But it was a good cry. He was just glad you came home.

Tommy:

- even though many see tommy as a loud and obnoxious boy with a general disregard for others, we all know deep down that’s a persona. he will go out of his way to make other comfortable in his presence if he truly cares for them. which he does, for you of course.

- he wants to make you happy! when the time is right, he’ll crack jokes and offer to play minecraft with you.

- would tone down the yelling. not because you asked, but he’s afraid of triggering you. treats you like glass. if you notice he’s being quieter than usual and you don’t care, you tell him you don’t.

- if you’re feeling it, he’ll take you out to fun places and to eat. nothing that’s too outlandish like a theme park, but just enough to have a reason to get out of bed that day instead of sleeping in.

It had been a week since you had gotten home and Phil had instructed you to maintain somewhat of a schedule to upkeep yourself. Right now was your nightly routine, washing yourself, brushing your teeth, and finally sliding under the covers. It felt nice. The blanket of sleep consumes you easily…

…

Until you bedroom door opens you’re being aggressively shaken awake. You groan, shying away, but they’re persistent.

“Ey, wake up, it’s morning!” Tommy shakes you again.

You realize you didn’t dream, but think nothing of it. “Tommy please, what do you want.”

Finally, Tommy pulled your warm sheets from over you, making you flinch. “I wanted to go out to the park today! Feed the ducks! Yeesss!”

You sighed. If you didn’t comply now, Tommy will refuse to stop nagging you for the rest of the day. You rolled out of bed and into the bathroom. You could very clearly hear Tommy’s cheers.

You two had gotten ready, eaten breakfast, and said goodbye to the rest of your family so you could head over to the park. It was close enough that it wasn’t unbearable to walk to. Even if you weren’t completely yourself yet, you were glad Tommy was.

After the short walk you two finally reached the park. Tommy immediately bolted toward the pond and you jogged behind. He had already started throwing the ducks some seeds, and even threw it on a duck. It didn’t seem too pleased.

You two sat at the edge of the pond as you watched the ducks eat. “Hey.” You hear Tommy call to you, and you turn your head to him.

“Can we talk about what happened? With you? Is it okay?” You could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

“Go ahead, what is it?”

“When Techno found out what happened to you, and told us the news, I was scared shitless.” He let out a sad huff. “I thought we were going to lose you.” Tommy kept his eyes fixed at the pond in front of him. “I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t have brought this up. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He sighed.

You put a hand on his shoulder. “Oh Tommy…” You started, “I’m sorry for making you worry. You shouldn’t have to feel like that because of my actions.”

Tommy was lost in thought for a moment, before finally speaking up, “No, please don’t apologize. It’s not anybody’s fault this happened, right?” You nodded.

Tommy stood up, dusting his pants off from the grass. “Come on now, let’s go get some ice cream!” He pulled you up from the ground.

“Last one to get to the shop has to pay!”

Immediately, Tommy bolts in the direction to the ice cream shop, and you catch up to him. No matter the circumstance is, he never seems to fail at putting a smile on your face.

Wilbur:

- i HC wilbur being the oldest, being older than techno by 3 years and older than tommy by 8, like IRL. :]

- i think out of all of your siblings, wilbur exudes the most “protective older brother” energy, yeah?

- remember when tommy lied about his mother being in trouble and how worried and anxious wilbur got? turn that up to 11 with what happened with you.

- with wilbur being the oldest, he of course had the responsibility of taking care of everyone. but somehow you and him didn’t spend as much 1 on 1 time as much as wilbur did with his other siblings

- wilbur definitely was going to change that, realizing that and not wanting to make that mistake again.

- he decided that finding a new hobby with you wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

You were sitting at the dinner table, being the last one there. You were poking at your food for the most part, and Wilbur got home late from… whatever Wilbur thing he was doing. Phil cooked pasta for dinner tonight. Wilbur put down his bags at the door connected to the garage. “I’m home! What’s for dinner?”

“Pasta.”

“Mmm, I love some good ol’ pasta.” He said, already taking a plate out to serve himself. “Also, hey, I bought something I wanted to build with you. Do you mind?”

You finally looked up from your very interesting pasta. “Build..?” You had no idea where this was going.

Wilbur placed his plate on the table and approached the bags of groceries, going through them to find the bag he was looking for. He pulled out a LEGO set. More specifically, a LEGO City set from the looks of the box? “Wilbur, how much was that?”

He blinked at you innocently. “It was only, like, £25. And look! It’s got a little submarine we can make with a rock and ugly sea monster—“

“But why?”

“Why not? It wouldn’t hurt for you to do something new, yeah?” He smiled at you, shaking the LEGO box in front of him to show it off. You sighed, but smiled. “Alright. But maybe you and I should eat this pasta first before we start building.” Wilbur nodded.

“Speaking of water, don’t you think I could teach you how to swim or something?”

“Oh, fuck off with that!”

Technoblade:

- i think out of everyone in the family, he understands you the most in terms of how you feel.

- not suicidal, but just generally having depressive episodes due to his ADHD.

- techno’s generally closed off, but started to really open up to you because he wanted to show he cares, even if it meant going out of his comfort zone.

- techno suggested journaling. once a day or once per week, it didn’t really matter. just as long as you could write down your feelings somewhere.

- he didn’t explicitly say it, but he also bought a book for himself so he could do it along with you. although, he more often than not just forgets to write in it until you mention your own journal.

- if you want to be sad and quiet, you can be sad and quiet with him. his room is a safe space for you if you ever need it and you’re always welcome to come in, just as long as you knock first.

With one hand on your mouse scrolling through the internet, and another resting your head on it, you were safe to admit you were utterly and completely bored. Honestly, you thought about taking another nap after your last one, but a knock on your door stopped you right before you pulled the covers over yourself. “Can I come in?”

You rose from your bed. “Come in. Oh hey Techno.”

He gave a simple wave and his signature “Halloo.” He walked right over to you and handed a journal and a ballpoint pen. “I got this. For you.” His stare was sharp but you could sort of tell he was nervous.

“What for?”

“I dunno. Writin’ your feelings down or drawin’ or somethin’. Whatever helps you vent.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh Techno, thank you. That’s very sweet of you.” You gave a slight smile, but saw that he still had another journal in his hand. “You have two journals?”

Techno raised his eyebrow in confusion before looking down at his hand. “Oh this? It’s for me. So we could do it together, I guess.”

You let out a happy hum. “That’s nice. Say, why don’t we go to your room? I want to see your new lava lamp and stuff.”

Techno shrugged. “Sure. I’ve got more stationary too if you want.” He waved his hand before letting himself out the door, with you following not far behind.

hi hope u enjoyed reading as much as i did writing it. this format was new for me but very fun!

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elysiadjarin · 3 years

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Day 11: Rough Sex

I apologize if this feels rushed guys, I tried but was on a time crunch. Also I may have to take a temporary hiatus this week because it’s college midterms and I’ve got to get past that first. I’ll catch up though when it’s over, and I’ll try to post when I can! Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ content ONLY. PinV unprotected sex (be safe irl please), rough sex, some marking/hickeys, slight against the wall, doggy. Also one mention of harrassment.

Tags: Cowboy!Dullahan x Reader, exophilia, monster x reader, terato

Save a Horse…

Yawning, you leaned across the bar top, letting out a heavy sigh. You still felt sleepy from waking up fifteen minutes ago, stumbling downstairs to get to your night shift. Only a few people were at the bar this time of the day, so you still had some time to wake up and grab something to eat.

Still, it didn’t take long for some regulars to tromp in, tired from the day’s work and ready to relax and unwind. You found yourself quickly getting into the swing of things, mixing drinks, taking orders, and greeting many of the familiar faces. Your Uncle owned the bar, after all, and he was a fixture in the town as it was.

“Ahoy there, little Miss,” one of your Uncle’s best friends and fellow ranch owners nodded at you from his seat at the bar. “How’s yer husband doin’ about tomorrow, huh? He ready for the rodeo?” He grinned.

You smiled back. “He’s ready. I think I’m the one who’s most nervous,” you laughed self-consciously.

“Aw he’ll do just fine, you wait and see.” He waved you off. “Shoulda seen him out on the grounds today. He was goin’ at it.”

Hadley leaned over the bar. “Was he? With that big ol’ spine whip of his? Scares everyone to death when you hear it snap,” he chuckled. “He’s gonna do just fine at the rodeo.”

You listened with one ear, smiling as you continued your work behind the bar. Your husband Darren often got brought up as a topic of interest at the bar, ever since he’d started working on your Uncle’s Ranch as a Cowboy and farmhand. Despite the initial fear and skepticism, he’d worked his way into the heart of the community.

Tomorrow, the rodeo would take place on the fairgrounds in town, and you were planning to be there without a doubt to watch him perform. He’d been asked to represent your Uncle’s farm for the festivities, especially since ranchers and farmers and their own farmhands would be coming from several different states to show off and bring goods for sale.

Your cousin sidled up to you at the bar, nudging you with her elbow as she polished a glass. “You think he’s gonna win?” she asked slyly, giving you a grin. “Did you give him some incentive?” She wriggled her eyebrows teasingly.

You rolled your eyes at her, shaking your head. “He doesn’t need any,” you said dryly. “He said he just wanted to go and have some fun and see other peoples’ talent.” You shrugged. “I wanna go for the food.” You grinned.

“Ugh, you’re so predictable,” she groaned. “Anyone else would wanna show off their husband but no, you just want the food.”

You snorted. “Bella, you have your own husband. Go show off poor Tim, he’s in the showings too.”

She gave you a wry look. “As a jockey, not a cowboy,” she reminded. “Tim is my baby but he’d never make it as a cowboy.”

“True.” You shrugged. Distracted by a customer, you turned away from the conversation and back to your job as a bartender. Still, you vaguely wondered what tomorrow would bring.

“Oh, no.” Bella fussed, bustling into your room and plucking the pair of jeans out of your hands. “Think, dear. You’re going to be out in the hot sun for most of the day, you’re not going to want skin-tight clothing. Wear one of these.”

You conceded her point, going to riffle through your selection of sundresses. They did usually provide a bit more of a breeze in the heat. Hesitating, you pursed your lips as you tried to decide between two different one. You gave up, throwing up your hands and turning to your cousin.

“You pick between these two,” you said, going to pick a pair of earrings. You turned around to see her handing you one, with loose ruffled sleeves and a pleated, long skirt. Putting it on, you let her give you the once-over. She handed you a hairband, then nodded in approval.

“Now, go, go!” She shooed you out the door. “Darren is waiting for you outside.”

You let her usher you out the door, shaking your head. “I’m going, I’m off,” you laughed, shaking out your dress. You waved to your Uncle, who would be going later to the fairgrounds.

Darren waited for you outside the front door, holding Lily’s reins in his hands as he patted her skeletal nose. She snorted and tossed her head, turning towards you eagerly as you approached.

“Hi Lily, Darren,” you greeted cheerfully, pulling an apple out of your bag. You smiled as Lily munched cheerfully, nudging your shoulder in thanks.

Darren wrapped his arm around your waist, turning his head wreathed in green flames to look down at you. He bent his head, brushing a soft kiss to your hair, his flames harming nothing, barely even noticeable. A cowboy hat cast some shade over his green eyes, though they crinkled at the edges as he observed you.

“You ready, darlin’?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.

You smiled up at the Dullahan, reaching up to adjust the green bandanna he wore to hide the seam where his neck connected to his head. It didn’t really bother you, but he did it to not disturb anyone any more than his flaming head did. Besides, you’d always liked the bandanna on him..

“Whenever you are,” you answered cheerfully.

He’d already led Lily to the mounting block, so you climbed up in front of him. He carefully grabbed you around the waist, lifting you up onto the saddle and making sure you’d comfortably made it sidesaddle. Lily barely even reacted, steady and firm under you. Still keeping a hold of you, Darren swung himself up behind you, grasping the reins in one hand and wrapping his other arm on the other side of you so you were safely braced between his arms.

One hand wrapping around your waist, he clicked at Lily. “Let’s go, Lils. Hup hup.” His warm voice washed over you and Lily, and Lily started off at an easy amble, lazily chewing the apple. You never questioned how she actually digested it despite her bared ribs and rotted organs. You supposed it was part of the magic.

“How was work?” you asked after a moment of comfortable silence, looking up at him.

He hummed, fingers squeezing around your waist. “The usual, y’know. Nothin’ much new on the Ranch, besides the rodeo. I wasn’t even gonna do it this year if your Uncle hadn’t reminded me that it’s advertisin’ for the Ranch.” He shrugged easily, his broad shoulders stretching the worn leather of his jacket.

You laughed softly. “All the regulars and Bella were hounding me last night to ask if I thought you were gonna win this year,” you said amusedly. “I just told them that you didn’t really care. And like I told Bella, I’m going for the food.”

He chuckled, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. “Oh, the food eh sweetcheeks? Not your husband?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “We both know good and well that you’d win just having fun anyway,” you scoffed, smacking his chest lightly. “I want the elephant ears and lemonade and funnel cake!”

He threw his head back to laugh, making Lily’s ragged ears flicker back to catch the sound. “Y’know what, I can’t even be upset at that, sweetheart. Still though,” he said, recovering and leaning closer to you, “I wouldn’t be opposed if ya offered ya boy a prize ta work toward, though,” he suggested slyly.

You gave him a wry look. “And what exactly would you want?” You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow.

But his eyes softened as he gazed down at you, the smile curling the corners of his lips. “Aw sweetheart, you know me. Just gettin’ ta spend some time with ya is enough for me.”

You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “You talk real nice sometimes, cowboy,” you laughed, reaching up to yank the brim of his hat down. “But alright. If you want incentive, then you can have it. Whatever you want.”

His eyes flashed. “Anything?”

Your lips twitched. “Anything,” you confirmed, knowing that Darren would never abuse it.

For a moment, though, he stared down at you, and his flames grew notably brighter and higher, even starting to radiate warmth. “An’ if I asked for somethin’ selfish?” he asked, voice low, raking down your spine.

You tilted your head. “Okay,” you said simply. “I trust you, Darren.” Still, your curiosity was piqued. He normally would ask for something like a kiss or a night together when you got a break from the nightshift at the bar.

He sighed, straightening a little. “I probably shouldn’t,” he muttered, half to himself.

But you leaned up, cupping his cheek to look back down at you. “It’s okay, Darren,” you encouraged gently. “You know I trust you.”

He leaned into your hand, his thumb rubbing circles into your hip. “I just… I’ve been wantin’ ya lately, sweetheart,” he rasped, the flames around his eyes stuttering a bit in what you knew was a sign of embarrassment.

For a moment you blinked, surprised; then you laughed a little. “Win the rodeo then, my strong cowboy. Then you can have me to yourself as much as you like,” you promised. You supposed you shouldn’t have been surprised: it had been a while thanks to preparations for the rodeo and the extra hours you’d been working lately. Both of you had been far too tired to do much other than collapse into bed and murmur a goodnight or kiss good morning before parting ways.

He bent down and pressed a kiss to your lips, the touch needy but restrained. “You tempt me, darlin’,” he murmured, voice thick.

You shook your head, hands smoothing over his chest. “I promise. I’ll be getting the night off anyway after all the overtime I’ve been working.”

“It’s a promise, then.” He didn’t get a chance to say much more, since you’d arrived at the fairgrounds where everyone was already abuzz. Your Uncle had gone the day before to start setting up already, so the barn was up and ready to be filled with cattle and horses.

You looked around with a smile, noting some of the rides that had already been set up and the other stands being set up. The rodeo arena was over on the far end of the fairgrounds, as was the barn for the contestants and the jockeys that would be participating in the races later. You suddenly caught a flash of something, and turned your head to see one of the bar workers waving at you.

“I see it, darlin’,” Darren said, bringing Lily up to one of the railings nearby.

Putting your feet on the wooden rails, you lightly stood and turned around, balancing on the narrow pole with years of practice. You smiled at Darren in thanks, and he lifted your hand to his lips for a polite kiss to your knuckles.

“Good luck, love,” you said with a warm smile. “I’ll save you and Lily some goodies for when you’re done.”

“Lookin’ forward to it. You gonna be there to cheer me on?”

You hummed. “Of course. Wouldn’t miss it.” With the promise, you lightly leaped off of the railing and started towards a sweating and clearly stressed Brandon. “What’s wrong?” you asked crisply.

An hour later, you found yourself letting out a sigh of relief. You’d helped him sort out the slight inventory problem they’d had, since the bar was going to be serving concessions at both events along with having a full stand. By the time you’d found the spot Bella had saved for you by the railings of the arena, the event had already started.

“Oh good, you’re here,” Bella said in clear relief, grabbing your arm. “Darren is up next!”

You blinked. “Oh, is he?” You glanced over at the lists, then saw Darren and Lily waiting for their turn. Lily seemed as calm as ever, used to the events and clearly unbothered by such mortal excitement. Most of the time the centaurs racked up the most points, but Darren and Lily were the strongest contenders otherwise.

“Here they come!” Bella squealed, jumping up and down in excitement as she clutched your arm.

You laughed, though you had to admit that your heart fluttered a little in nervous excitement. Darren did put on a good show when he really wanted to, and he didn’t bring crowds every year to the Ranch for no reason. Not only as the only Dullahan cowboy in the area, but also for his pure skill and showmanship. Your dress fluttered around your legs in the breeze as you shielded your eyes against the sun to peer across the arena.

“Well hello there ladies.”

Bella let out a quiet groan by your ear as the smirking satyr approached, oozing a disgusting amount of self-confidence. It did happen on occasion that those not from around approached you or Bella, not knowing your otherwise well-known faces around the area. Not to mention your clear status of very much taken.

“Enjoy the show,” you greeted back, nodding before refocusing on the arena.

“Oh c’mon, are the all brawn no brains so interesting?” he whined, sidling up to the both of you at the railing.

Bella rolled her eyes, already tired of it. “Considering that we’re both taken by said all brawn and no brains, yes,” she answered curtly. “If you’ll excuse us—“

“Well they don’t gotta know honey—“

Up next, Darren Nightshade from Greenhide Ranch and his equine partner Lily. Ladies and gents, I don’t know about you but I am looking forward to this performance. Darren Nightshade holds the well-known status of being the only Dullahan cowboy in three states, and he’s nothing to sniff at either. The announcer drawled.

Bella shrieked, cheering with the rest of the crowd as she jumped up and down.

“Ugh, what a showboat,” the satyr sneered. “I bet he gets any woman he wants and more. Look at them, fawning at him.”

You swore Bella started seeing red. Instead, you grasped her hand tightly and shook your head. Patting her, you instead nodded toward the arena. Darren waved as was expected, earning more cheers, even from the other local ranchers. They tended to rally around him as a representation of the town. Darren pulled out a red rose from his leather jacket, the same one given to every other contestant as well to gift to whoever they wanted.

Of course, ladies and gents, as everyone here locally knows, our Mr. Nightshade here always gives his rose to the same person every year. Please give it up for his wife, Mrs. Nightshade! Now that’s one lucky lady, hey?

Darren and Lily pranced up to you, and Darren leaned down to flamboyantly hand you the rose. You laughed, taking it with a smile. He tilted your chin up with his gloved hand, pressing a kiss to your lips that earned loud whistles and good-natured laughing from the crowds. Then they all roared in amused approval as Lily butted against your chest and tossed her head.

You patted her nose, kissing it. Whisking a sugar lump from your pocket, you let her crunch it happily before waving them off. Bella helped you tuck the rose into your hair, making sure it wouldn’t fall.

The satyr had booked it by then, to which Bella sniffed and nodded. You just ignored it all, used to the whole ordeal. Most everyone steered clear once they realized that you were, in fact, the wife of a Dullahan. No one with a sense of self-preservation would risk messing with that.

The cattle was released form the bars, and instantly started running as Lily and Darren charged after it. Lily clearly was just having fun doing her job, her heels kicking and her movements smooth as she streamlined and barreled toward the bull hoofing it for the other side of the arena. Darren hunched over the saddle, letting Lily do her job as his hand rested on the whip made of a human spinal cord coiled on the saddle.

The bull, trapped, whirled around and started huffing, while the crowds oo’d and ahh’d as they leaned forward to see what would happen. Lily, not deterred in the least, started to make a giant half circle behind the bull, who bolted for the opening. She didn’t give him a chance.

Darren’s hand almost moved too quickly to see. The whip caught on the bull’s hind leg without hesitation, sending it to the ground. Lily pulled up and skidded to a perfect stop, prancing as she snorted and neatly avoided the kicking legs of the bull with the grace of a southern belle. The crowd roared in approval, and Darren lifted his hand in a brief wave.

Then he let go of the bull to crack the whip above its head. It scrambled back up to its feet, then started to trot obediently back towards the pen. Lily pranced behind, head held high as Darren kept the whip cracking in warning.

The next contestant started to set up, and Bella grabbed your arm. ��It’s gonna be a hot minute before the next event,” she reminded you. “Do you want to go see them?”

You nodded, squeezing her arm. “Yeah, I’ll go take them some refreshments. There should be a camper set up I think. I’ll be back before the next event.”

She nodded and let you go. It didn’t take you long to find the stall where Lily was, especially since she sensed you coming from a mile away and whinnied as soon as you entered the barn. Her ears flickered, and you walked up to her stall with a smile, holding two apples and a sugar cube. She munched happily, snorting in approval and thanks.

“You did wonderfully out there, Lily,” you said, patting her bony muzzle. The stable hands knew you by sight, so no one questioned your presence. “You showed them all how it’s done, huh?” You laughed as she whinnied in agreement. “Yeah, you sure did. You were dancing out there.” You hummed, giving her the sugar cube between the apples. “I guess Darren is in the camper, huh?”

She just snorted, so you gave her one last pat and let her crunch on her second apple. Picking up the cold drink and sandwich you’d picked up on the way to the stable, you went up the steps of the camper and closed the door behind you.

“Darren, I brought you something to eat and drink,” you called, setting them down on the table inside.

You didn’t even get to fully turn around. Darren grabbed your waist, spinning you around and instantly leaning down to crush a kiss against your lips. You gasped into his mouth, hands splaying against his bare chest as your head spun desperately with the surprise and the fiery kiss. His mouth opened on yours, and he let out a low moan as he pulled you tightly into himself.

“‘M sorry, sweetheart,” he rasped into the kiss. “I just… I—“

You suddenly realized. “Shh, no, I’m sorry,” you whispered. “It’s my fault, I should’ve realized.”

He shook his head. “No, it’s— it’s not your fault the stupid satyr challenged me, I just can’t—“ He gritted his teeth with a groan, his hands trembling on your hips.

You winced slightly, wishing you’d realized sooner. Of course he would have sensed the satyr challenging his claim on you. It would have instantly roused every single instinct in him as a Dullahan to seek justice for the slight of attempting to ‘steal’ something that was his. But at the moment, you hadn’t realized the specific situation. Someone just hitting on you was vastly different from someone knowingly seeking to take you away from Darren.

“Well, you did deliver quite the performance as usual,” you said, trying to lighten the mood a little. “So I guess you earned your reward?”

“Don’t say it unless you mean it, sweetheart,” Darren growled, eyes sparking as he gazed down at you. “Because I‘ll take you right here and now.”

Not that he’d be able to focus anytime soon on anything else if he didn’t, you thought wryly. “It’s okay, Darren,” you said sweetly. “You know that I wouldn’t want anyone but you.”

He instantly lifted you up onto his waist, backing into the bedroom of the camper. Backing you against the wall to support your back, he instantly started to grind up into you with a low growl, making you gasp against his mouth. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you clung to him, feeling him hardening even further as your dress rode up around your waist.

“Mine,” he hissed against your jaw, pulling your waist against him. “Won’t let anyone else take you.” He groaned. “Can’t live without you, darlin’.”

You had already gotten wet, threatening to soak through your underwear. Your head leaned back against the wall as you gasped, eyelashes fluttering. “Yours, Darren,” you whimpered. “Promise.”

He hissed, then reached down to pull your panties off, leaving them on the floor carelessly. His eyes were glowing a bright green, his breath hissing visibly through his teeth in wisps of green flame. He continued to grind into you, feeling you drip down his cock. Then he pushed you up against the wall, supporting you with one leg as he reached down and dragged the pad of his thumb across your clit. The callouses made an almost unbearable friction that made you fall against his shoulder and shudder with a helpless moan.

Your head spun as he continued to kiss down your neck, ringing those tight circles around your clit with a devastating precision that had you falling apart. He gave you no rest, no quarter, not even when you arched against him with a gasping moan. He slid a single, thick finger into you, and you came.

He growled against your skin, sucking a bruise onto your neck as he pulled away his slick fingers. He brought it to his lips, tongue sliding out to slide across his fingers and lick the taste of you off. His satisfied snarl made your core pulse, shivering in anticipation.

With a quick movement, he swept you up to put you on the bed. Landing on your hands and knees, you reached up and tried to unbutton your dress, knowing that you wouldn’t want to be left without clothes by the end of this. You’d just barely managed to get it off when Darren grasped your hips, pulling you up against his own. You could feel his cock leaning heavily against your back, throbbing.

“Think you’re ready, sweetheart?” Darren thrust against you, precum smearing across your skin as he hissed.

You could only nod as he gathered your hair up in his hand, keeping it from getting in your face. You let your head tilt back, lips parting as you let out a breath of anticipation. You knew that he would fill you entirely, your body molding around the shape of him as he bucked up into you.

He didn’t disappoint. It only took him a moment to line himself up against you before he pushed, steady and slow. By the time he bottomed out in you, you let out a moan, tears gathered in the corners of your eyes at the slight sting of being stretched. He rested heavily against your back, pulling your head back to press his lips against your neck.

“Fuck, darlin’,” he groaned, voice heavy as his chest heaved against your back. “I’m never gonna get used to your sweet body.” He kissed down your back, his breath hot against your skin as your body trembled under him.

You could barely even speak, too focused on the way he pressed up against every inch inside you, pulsing in a way that drove every thought out of your mind. He felt so good, his hands tangling in your hair and his other pulling your hips against his. He pulled out slowly, then slammed back into you with a force that made you squeak, almost pitching forward had it not been for his hands catching you.

He chuckled, low and raw, and without another word set an almost brutal pace that had you sinking against the bed and moaning. Your second orgasm was approaching faster than you could handle, the coil inside you tightening as he continued to thrust, hard and deep every single time. His hand in your hair continued to hold you in place, not letting you squirm away for any sort of relief from the constant pleasure that bombarded you.

“Ahh— Darren—“ You half-gasped, the tears beading in your eyes slipping down your cheeks. His other hand slipped down just then, and his finger scraped across your clit again. That was all it took.

You broke, shaking with another orgasm that crashed through you with breathtaking intensity. He kept angling up, kept hitting that one spot inside you again and again, dragging out your high. Letting out a low groan, his hips started to stutter as you clenched down on his cock, walls fluttering around him with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

After another moment, where you tried to blink away tears and recover, he bent over your back and shuddered. The thick moan he let out was the only warning before he jerked, fingers curling around your waist and pulling your head back. He spilled into you, thick and hot, filling your stomach with familiar warmth that left you boneless.

He let your hair go, and you slumped forward onto the bed, your arms giving out. Sweat bathed your skin, and you gratefully thought about the shower in the camper. Your hair sprawled across the bed around your head, you tilted your head to look up at Darren, breath still coming in slight pants.

He leaned forwards and caught your lips in a long, lingering kiss. “Thank you sweetheart,” he murmured after a moment. “Are you alright? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he checked, concern starting to creep into his voice.

You lifted your hands, cupping his face as you offered him a smile. “I like the bruises. It’s okay, Darren,” you reassured sweetly, pressing your lips against his.

He kissed you back, hands smoothing down your body. “You sure? I didn’t mean ta be so rough with ya—“

You laughed, cutting him off. “Thank you for working hard, love. I hope you enjoyed your reward.”

He chuckled, then, pulling you closer to his chest and kissing over a hickey he’d made on the arch of your neck. “I think I’ll try to earn it again.”

And secretly, you hoped he did too.

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writingwithcolor · 3 years

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I read that Jewish people aren’t supposed to do casual dating, and that you should only date if you plan on marrying that person/ making a life with them. Also that you shouldn’t look for love until you are 18

I have a Jewish mc and I want him to be able to date. Is it okay if he dates casually? He’s only 15 years old as well.

Can my 15 year old Jewish character date?

I am somewhat concerned that you are writing a Jewish main character without being aware enough of modern Jewish reality, the prevalence of secular Jewish culture, and even just Reform Jewish culture, which is not secular but far less traditional. (Even if you didn't go to my very Jewish high school and watched everyone dating, we figure in a lot of sitcoms and other media.) Also, 18 is a US-specific age of majority and we 1. predate the US and 2. exist in a lot of other countries, so that strikes me as "off" as well. More research is probably a good idea before diving into writing about us.

But, to answer your question: yes, a 15 year old Reform or Conservative Jewish boy can date casually without running afoul of religious customs (not sure about Orthodox.)

--Shira

While you’re not entirely wrong about casual dating, this would mostly apply if the MC was ultra-Orthodox, Charedi or Chasidic. Those characters would almost certainly want to wait for shiduchim, but creating such a character from the outside would be an incredible feat of research, since so much of their life would be shaped by religion.

If the character is a different type of Orthodox and somewhat immersed in secular culture, then there is really no one answer as to whether they would date at 15. It depends on so many things. While it is true that plenty of Jewish people IRL date casually, I’m a little tired of never seeing other relationship practises taken seriously. Both Jewish and non-Jewish sitcom characters grapple with conflicts like ‘If I mention getting married, will I scare them away?’, but I can’t relate to those plotlines at all, because I’ve never considered dating without marriage being the whole point. Characters who date only for marriage or use a shadchan don’t get fluffy, romantic sitcom arcs. When this practise is explored at all, it’s framed as burdensome, even tragic.

What I’m trying to say is, I would welcome a Jewish character who engaged in the conversation about religious vs secular dating.

What examples can they see in their family history?

What pros and cons can they anticipate for the present, and the future?

Do they have a view on relevant halakhot, such as marrying within the faith and shomer negiah?

It doesn’t matter where they land, but I would like to see them take both options seriously.

- Shoshi

#crincheu #Jewish #Jewish men #dating #relationships #Asks

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allywritesforfun · 3 years

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Uhhh, a part 2 of the AweSamDude story. I don't know, maybe the court case would be cool! If requests arent open, then ignore them

um yes! I have wanted to make a part 2 for so long but had no clue where to start and this just makes perfect sense!

{Locked Up Heart pt 2} irl!warden!awesamdude x Reader

pronouns: were originally not mentioned, but now are she/they

word count: 2987

trigger warnings: mention/talk of rape and murder, court cases, somewhat angsty

a/n: the law I mentioned is a real law but I can't remember what the law is actually called so roll with it

part one

masterlist

You stared at yourself in the body mirror. You haven't seen yourself look like this in years. All dressed up and ready to impress. You wore a gorgeous black suit with a purple inside along with sleek black pants. You looked into the body mirror, admiring yourself.

Sam let you live with him “until you could find your own place” but neither of you had intentions of leaving. You looked at apartments once online, but you knew with this on your record that you were going nowhere but some run down ghetto, and Sam knew that too.

He knew that you would be able to take care of yourself there, he wasn't scared for your safety or any of that. He was scared that you wouldn't be able to support yourself. Finding a job was hard, all that there was these days for someone like you was online surveys that were not reliable.

Staying with Sam was the best of the both of you. He has been without a roommate for years now. He felt less alone with you being there. The first couple nights were awkward. You slept on the pull out couch and didn't have much clothes. You felt terrible about the amount of washes you did, but eventually you started to get more comfortable with Sam.

The first sign of progression was when he offered you his sweatshirt instead of a blanket. It was a sweet gesture, you gladly took it. Later that night instead of returning it, you cuddled it to sleep. Now, its your version of a teddy bear. Nice and warm and flourished with Sam’s scent.

You only started sleeping in his bed with him a week ago. It was a purposeful accident. He offered to watch tv in his room since you two deep cleaned the couch. You've planned on falling asleep on him, but you didn't plan for it to be that day.

It was the best feeling in the world: waking up to being wrapped around and held tight and safe. You must've laid there when you woke up for an hour before Sam got up. You pretended to be asleep so that you could play the innocent girl card. It worked.

You felt a pair of large hands caress your waist. You jumped and had a little fear-induced hiccup.

“Sorry!” Sam took his hands off and backed away. “I’m still getting used to sensitive areas.”

You two have been working on okay areas to touch. You taught yourself to be extra alert while in the prison and certain touches trigger your reflexes and others cause panic, like hips.

Because of your high murder count, you were sent to the normal prison, the non-all woman prison. It wasn't the worst in the world. You only saw males during eating times, but it was common to get grabbed like that. It happened to every single female, every eating hour. The guards did nothing about it, not that they really could.

Sam has seen it before, not you, but to other women. He had an idea of areas to stay away from, but he is such an affectionate guy and sometimes he forgets.

“You’re okay, Sam. The more you do it, the more comfortable I’ll get with it,” You explained.

Sam was so good to you. He’s helped you through it all. Everything that you needed to heal, he gave to you.

“Well then maybe after the trial we can get some practice in...” He swooned.

You chuckled, “If we win. There’s a chance I won't come back here tonight. I’m lucky enough that they gave me stay at home orders in the meantime.”

He nodded, “We’re gonna win.” He kissed your cheek, “How could anyone that looks as scrumptious as you right now lose? There is no way. We have the evidence, and we have your perfect prison record. Not a single misdemeanor! They might not drop all chargers but you’re coming home tonight.”

“Home?” You questioned.

You've avoided that word for the longest time. You always said ‘the house’ or ‘your place’. Not because you didn’t want this to be your home, not the exact opposite. You wanted this to be forever home, but you never wanted to overstay your welcome.

“Yes home,” Sam laughed. “Why wouldn’t this be home... you feel safe here don’t you?”

“I do!” You exclaimed, waving your hands back and forth in denial. “I just didn't realize you wanted this to be my home.”

Sam offered his hand out to you; you gladly took it. His soft hand gently squeezed yours as he pulled you slowly into him, embracing you, “Of course I want this to be your home. I couldn't imagine anywhere else I would want you to be. This never felt like home to me, until you came home with me.”

You breathed in his scent, instantly relaxing into him, “I like it here. A lot.”

He pressed his lips to your forehead, “Now have that same attitude in court, we got to go.”

The court room was filled, more than you expected. You looked around, not recognizing a single face except for a few prison guards who were testifying on both sides. You noticed the media set it up in the back. Your story hit the news faster than expected. You did have a great story: warden falls in love with murder.

“Hands out,” The officer directed.

You obliged. You opposed no threat to anyone and no intentions too, but if putting you in handcuffs made them feel better, then handcuffs it was. You looked back at Sam as the cold metal locked around your wrists. He replied with a frown, which quickly turned into an encouraging smile.

His bipolarness was the vibe right now. You noticed people having a hard time deciding where to sit. There were a lot of people on both sides, but no family members of yours. You gave up on them a long time ago when you noticed they weren’t writing letters and ignoring your calls.

You didn't need them, all you needed was Sam. You have everything you want right now, except for freedom.

“All rise!”

You stood up from the wooden bench. The judge walked in wearing the classic black gown and had a book in his hands. He nodded at a few of his guards before taking a seat. He opened up his book and looked around the room, landing on you.

“Good afternoon everyone, and there are a lot of you,” His voice was so deep that it bounced against the walls, making an eerie echo. “Calling the case of State Prison vs y/n. Are both sides ready?”

The representative of the prison and your lawyer both replied with a yes. The jury then stood and raised their right hand and made their oath, returning to the bench.

The representative stood up and gave their opening statement: “Ladies and gentleman of the court, Your Honor, the Jury. You will find that the defendant has been charged with four accounts of murder and convicted by confession. The defendant has taken accountability for all the murders committed and has given detail about how she killed those four men. It is ridiculous that we are here in court today deciding if we can release a serial killer back into the public. With a strong motive to kill, there is no reason why the defendant should be let back into the public eye.”

Serial killer. That is what you are. No one has ever said it that way, but he was absolutely right. You fit the definition perfectly, you had a type and more than three victims. It already wasn't looking good for you.

Your lawyer took center stage, “A martyr is the perfect word to describe the defendant. They have given their life to the state to save the lives of many to come. The strength that my client displays and ownership prove that although they are guilty of the crimes, they are still human and deserve a second chance.”

The judge called you to take the stand. You sat down after taking your oath and folded your hands neatly in your lap.

“Miss l/n,” He started. “Today you are trying to get your case dismissed after confessing to your crimes. That is very interesting. Let’s go back to before the crimes were committed, what were you thinking, what were you doing in your life at the time?”

You shook your head, “Many years ago I was an activist. I enjoyed speaking to the public about issues facing the community and the world at the time. If I wasn't outside with a sign, I was inside posting on social media. I was in college, I was studying Political Science.”

“And what were you planning on doing with the major?”

You paused. It’s been so long that you had a hard time remembering why you wanted to study and what career you wanted, “I was planning on becoming a political journalist, Your Honor.”

He shuffled around his papers, “I’ve looked at your latest credit that you were working on. It was a Sociology class. Do you remember what topic you were discussing in class?”

You nodded, “Rape. The number of rapes in a year and the number of rapists convicted was the last assignment I was working on.”

You remember that assignment like it was yesterday. That one assignment got you so worked up and so mad at the world, that you just had to do something. There was no way that you couldn't. Women’s voices were being ignored and cases rose every day; repeat offenders increased everyday.

“Now to my understanding all the men that you murdered were accused of rape.”

You nodded, “Yes, Your Honor.”

“The attorney may ask questions to Miss l/n.”

The attorney stood up and adjusted your jacket, “Miss l/n, did any of those men physically harm you?”

You shook your head, “No.”

“So you took advantage of the fact that you were young to persuade the men into being alone with you just to kill them?”

You shook your head, “No, I didn’t persuade them at all. All of them suggested going back to their place.”

“But you did stalk them to find out where they were going?”

“No,” You answered. “They had their location public on their phone. All I did was look up their name and I knew where they were.”

“So these men did nothing to you at all except invite you over to their house. And you accepted the offer under no influence or threat. You killed four innocent men and you want to be let back out on the streets? This woman is a danger to society. She seeks out innocent men to end their life for no reason.” He nodded his head and went back to his desk, looking at his notes. He looked back at you and nodded, “That will conclude my questioning.”

You looked back at your lawyer, they gave you back a look of relief. Then you searched the crowd for Sam. Once you found him he gave you a thumbs up. It seemed like you were already on top of the case.

“Miss y/n,” Your lawyer started. “We all know that you killed those men, but why?”

“They raped multiple women. When brought to court, they were given a light sentence and did not do proper justice to the woman. These woman went day to day fearing for their life that they ever spoke out about the terrible things that happened to them. I couldn't let myself live knowing that there was a reason for women to be scared because their government had failed them.”

“Those women were scared? Why were they scared?” “Because they feared that they would get raped again. All of those men were repeat offenders. They would only take more victims and never be punished.”

“So you killed those men to prevent others from being hurt with evidence that it would happen again.”

You nodded, “I would never hurt anyone that had no intentions of causing harm.”

“Miss l/n just described public defense. Under the public defense law, anyone can defend the public with reasonable cause. It’s like self-defense, but for others. She shouldn’t have been committed in the first place. If those men were still alive, they would have kept raping until they were killed. Miss y/n saved lives. That concludes my questioning.”

You were dismissed from the stand and went back by your lawyer. They smiled at you, knowing that with that alone, they had won the case.

The attorney called Sam to the stand; he took his oath and sat down.

“So, Sam. You were the warden in charge of the wing that Miss y/n was being held in?”

“Yes.”

“That prison is a tough place to be, she must’ve fussed around a lot.”

Sam shook his head, “Not one bit. She does not have a single complaint against her. Everything that was asked of her, she did with speed and efficiency. She didn't have one lash out in her time.”

“Nothing at all?”

“Like I said, not one complaint.”

“To my understanding you have a relationship with Miss l/n, is that correct?”

“Objection!” Your lawyer yelled. “Irrelevant to the case. Sam was called because of his position and his professional opinion, not his personal life.”

“Sustained.”

“That concludes my questioning.”

Your lawyer stood up and nodded. You could feel that they were about to lay down the last blow.

“Sam, did this prison have any rapists?”

He nodded, “All kinds of rapists, of all ages and target groups.”

“Did Miss l/n ever have contact with these rapists?”

“Yes. Most of the time during eating hours and the occasional passing in the hall.”

“And how did that interaction go?”

“Miss l/n was given a hard time by these rapists. While waiting in line she was often sexually grabbed. During passing she was cat called and teased at.”

“And what was here response to the sexual assault?”

“Stone faced, emotionless. Every time it happened it amazed me how she would just stand there and wait to be given a direction. The most reaction she’s ever had was lightly shuffling her body to get them off, but she never lunged or reached at them.”

“And what did the other guards do when they noticed this behavior?”

“Nothing. Sometimes they yelled if it was getting close to rape, but overall nothing. We were under instructions not to react because in the past it only caused encouragement of the assault. Prisoners love any excuse to fight a guard,” Sam looked over at you. “I am so sorry that there was nothing I could’ve done. Everyday I watched as you were touched and I wanted to give it to them, I wanted to make sure that I would see them every day of their life, but I couldn't. I couldn't risk hurting you more.”

You smiled, almost tearing up at his words, but you kept yourself composed with a small sniffle.

“The main concern of Miss y/n going back into the public is that she will kill again. As said by her and concluded by a court, she only killed rapists,” Your lawyer pointed out. “As stated by the warden in charge of looking over her, she had the opportunity to kill. She had the opportunity to hurt them, but she never took it. Even after being sexually assaulted, she still kept to herself. This is undeniable evidence that Miss y/n is a changed woman. In her file it is stated that she did more than required community service and went above and beyond with helping other cellmates. Her actions within the prison prove that she is a well-rounded and caring individual. She has changed her ways and is ready to go back into the world. She did justice to the world and it is time for the world to her justice.”

You waited anxiously for over an hour to find out what the jury had decided. You and your lawyer talked about possible outcomes. They told you the sooner they made the decision, the better chances that you had. You had no error in your case and said everything that you wanted to say. The opposing side’s evidence was all proven false.

You got called back into the court, the jury had made their final decision. You rose for the judge and took a seat when prompted. You could feel your leg bouncing.

“In the case of the State Prison vs l/n...” the judge started. You looked over your shoulder at Sam. He had his hands placed in a praying position with his head resting against them. “Miss y/n is found not guilty of all charges and her remaining sentence will be dismissed. She will compensated for her time falsely spent in prison plus be rewarded another trial for her sexual assault. This case is adjourned.”

You could feel emotion flood through you. Pure happiness and joy leaked from your eyes. You tilted your head back in relief and squeezed at your heart. All of these years of the bullshit you put up with was all worth it. You hugged your lawyer and thanked them up and down, the emotion so strong in you that you almost dropped to your knees. You were caught by familiar hands: Sam. Sam pulled you up and into him. He was practically jumping up and down in excitement. He calmed down for a second to lock eyes with you. He couldn't help but smile and cry with you. He placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled you into a deep kiss. It was nothing extravagant, just a simple deep and meaningful kiss that said all the words that he wanted to say.

“I’m coming home!”

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