#destressing after taxes

[outerhexe]

my head is filled with nothing but that how gross, at this rate it’ll seem like i’m the one that likes you

[cyleeee]

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[kaidabakugou]

❅ DAY 3: OIL MASSAGE FT. KATSUKI BAKUGOU

❅ WORD COUNT: 4K

❅ WARNINGS: SENSUAL MASSAGE / DUB-CON / ORAL SEX / NIPPLE PLAY / BODY WORSHIP / TEASING / LICKING / BITING / MARKING / UNPROTECTED SEX / CREAMP PIE / LMK IF I MISSED ANY <3

❅ AUTHOR'S NOTE: pretend i posted this 2 days ago :) but anyways here’s day three of 12 days of christmas, i know i said the event would be drabbles and short fics but i had so much fun writing this one that it turned into a long fic, hope you enjoy! <3

❅ 12 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS MASTERLIST

it was cold and dark as gray clouds loomed heavily above the busy streets of the city. quickly making your way across the sidewalk as you spot your destination just around the corner, silently begging that you can get there before the skies start pouring. this week has been stressful enough and walking in the rain would only add to your frustration.

the holidays have always been a busy time, and although you enjoyed all the activities that came with this season, you couldn't argue how taxing all the hassle was. which is why you decided to give yourself an early christmas gift by booking a full body oil massage to help you destress and relax.

whispering a small “made it'' under your breath when you finally reach the glass doors of the building and step inside, just in time as you look back and notice small droplets of water starting to fall against the glass. the massage parlor you've visited before was booked so after doing a bit of research you found that this one had great reviews and managed to get an appointment that fit your schedule perfectly.

the place was more welcoming than you imagined, the space was lit by a soft light and candles were distributed around the room, some of them scented creating a relaxing atmosphere. your attention is shifted when a tall redhead behind the front desk welcomes you with a friendly smile, dressed in a tight white shirt that shows his pectorals nicely, you couldn't help but sneak a glance at his large muscles while he was busy searching your name in the system.

shooting you another toothy smile as he guides you towards the back, opening the door for you to another room with a similar atmosphere as the lobby, and handing you a soft robe as he instructs you to take off all your clothes and get comfortable while you wait for the masseuse to come service you. thanking him as he shoots you a wink with the same charming smile before he exits the room to give you some privacy.

stripping your clothes and setting them neatly at a nearby desk as you lace the warm robe around your body, walking around the room while you wait as you take in the soft music playing in the background. inhaling a deep breath when the rich smell from the candles fills your senses, picking up one of the unlit candles as you bring it up to your nose to smell it before flipping it over to see the scent notes, already imagining what some of them are since the unique scent of palo santo has been engulfing you ever since you stepped inside the building. combined with the rich smell of cinnamon and star anise that has your body already feeling relaxed the more you breathe in the spiced fragrances.

the door opening behind you pulls you from your trance as you look over towards it, your eyes meeting with the most alluring vermilion irises you've ever seen, as a tall blonde steps inside the room, wearing the same white shirt as the redhead and some white loose pants as he closes the door behind him. giving you a small smile before introducing himself and telling you he would be your masseuse for the day. he said his name was bakugou, and you couldn't help but repeat it in your head as you took in his broad shoulders and wide muscles straining against the tight shirt.

“you like that scent?”he asks, pointing at the candle in your hands.

“yeah!, i already feel relaxed just breathing it in”, you chuckle while placing the candle back where you got it from.

“good to hear it, you ready to start?”, he asks while pulling some towels from the towel warmer and placing them on the massage table.

“mhm”, you hum as you make your way towards the table.

“great, please take off your robe and lie down while i get the oils ready”, he instructs before turning around to give you some space while he grabs the oils and materials from the shelf. you remove your robe and lay downwards on the table, lacing the warm towel over your rear before adjusting your head to lay more comfortably on the table as you let your arms rest by your sides.

“okay, just relax and let me know if anything, yeah?”, he says while placing a bowl of warm oil next to you.

“okay”, you say before taking a deep breath and closing your eyes, focusing on the relaxing music in the background and the soft sound of rain falling against the window while you wait for him to begin the massage.

dipping his fingers in the oil as he hovers them above your spine, feeling warm droplets fall against your skin before strong warm hands spread the oil across your skin, kneading at your sore muscles as more oil is drizzled along your shoulders. biting your lip to prevent the moan that threatens to spill from your lips the more he massages your skin, rubbing away all the stress accumulated on your muscles as he makes his way towards your lower back. drizzling more oil on your lower spine before working the area gently but firmly, his fingers brushing just above your cheeks under the warm towel before tracing your sides to make his way back towards your shoulders. slowly trailing down your arms as he laces his fingers with yours, working your hands and releasing the tension before making his way back up to your neck.

the sweet smell of almond oil mixing in with the spiced fragrance of the candles the more he lathers it on your skin. moving towards your bottom as droplets of oil fall against the back of your thighs, dropping along the length of your legs all the way down towards your feet before you feel his large hands against your skin. his digits working the stress on the soles of your feet as he works his way up to your thighs. his fingers ghosting against the inside of your thighs making your breath hitch in your throat, the warm towel against your rear feeling too revealing all of a sudden as he keeps working the area.

this was nothing new to you since you've gotten massages in the past, but there was something about the way he expertly kneaded at your skin and how he worked every sore spot on your body with such ease that it had your head spinning. so much so that you barely register the feeling of the warm towel being slipped down from your rear as he starts to work your cheeks, dipping both of his hands inside the warm oil before massaging your glutes in circular motions. cupping your rear and lifting it softly as he continues working your skin.

pulling your bottom lip between your teeth to stop the moans building against your throat from slipping out as he spreads your glutes apart slightly and laces his fingers through them before rounding the outer glutes and repeating the action. releasing how your breaths begin to quicken and get heavier the more his hands massaged your skin. returning from your hypnotic state when you suddenly feel them lift away from your skin.

“flip over for me, sweetheart”, you hear him say near your ear, his voice much lower than when he previously spoke to you as he grabs a new warm towel from the warmer. turning around with your eyes still closed as you lay on your back, exposing the front of your body to him. feeling a fresh warm towel being placed against your eyes, a subtle smell of lavender engulfing your scenes as you take another deep inhale, pushing the fact that you're naked in front of him to the back of your mind as you relax against the cushioned table.

feeling warm oil being dribbled against your chest, hearing him dip his hand in the bowl again as he poured the oil down your abdomen, over your pelvis and down your legs before his hands went back to work the skin in a methodical and hypnotizing manner. every frustration melting away with each knead from his fingers against your muscles as you started to feel heavier and warmer.

his large hands trailed up towards your neck, working the sides with his knuckles before he trailed down and circled your chest. cupping your tits with slippery hands as his fingers grazed against your nipples, gently pulling them between his digits. the sensation made your chest rise and fall a little heavier and your thighs twitch as you felt your clit start to pulse. an action that didn't go unnoticed by the blonde above you, smirking as he continued to knead at your chest before slowly trailing along your curves down to your pelvis.

dipping both of his hands in the oil again, collecting a small puddle of it and pouring it onto your lower abdomen, the oil dripping through your folds and pooling under you on the table as his hands start to massage along the area. circling your thighs whilst his fingers graze against your cunt, the slick forming on your pussy mixing with the oil as your breaths get heavier. his digits finally bruising through your folds cause the moan you've been holding back to spill from your mouth as your lower back slightly arches off the table.

a hand rubbing against your clit as the other spreads your legs wider for him, even though you knew this was wrong, his fingers felt too good for you to form a coherent thought. too caught in your own pleasure to notice the slight dip on the table between your legs, the feeling of a wet tongue licking a long strip on the length of your cunt making you sit up on your elbows as more moans erupt from your chest. pulling the warm towel from your face as your eyes meet his sultry red ones, already looking back at you whilst he continues to lap at your cunt.

the half of his face already glistening with the mixture of slick and oil from your body, his fingers trailing up to your chest as he pulls your nipples between his digits. tongue circling around your clit before sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth, feeling yourself get closer to the edge as your hand stretches down to tangle your fingers in his blonde locks, pressing his deeper into your cunt while lightly grinding your hips against his tongue when he lays it flat against your folds. your thighs shaking at his sides as you cum on his tongue, wrapping his lips around your cunt to lap up your release, not waiting a single drop as he swallows the sweet taste of your juices mixed with the oil.

“feeling relaxed yet, sweetheart?”, he asked, resting his head on your inner thigh whilst his thumb drags slow lines against your sensitive cunt.

“you do this to all your clients?”, you ask back through heavy pants while staring down at him.

“nah, just couldn't resist myself”, he says, smirking up at you while starting to lift from between your thighs.

“such pretty skin” he whispers against your warm skin before placing a kiss on your stomach.

“nice curves”, another kiss on the valley of your breast.

“gorgeous face”, he mumbles against your collar bones before pressing his tongue against the delicate skin of your throat, licking a long stripe all the way up to your chin as you lean your head back to give him access before facing him again.

“and a tasty pussy to go along with it…”, he whispers against your lips while staring deep into yours, “... how could i resist?”, noticing your lips curving into a smirk as he mirrors the action before pulling you into a messy kiss.

the oil from his face transferring onto yours as you continue devouring each other while your fingers curve along the bottom of his tight shirt as you start to pull it off him. breaking the kiss momentarily to discard the piece of clothing before pulling you in for another. pressing your hand to his bare chest as you push him down on the table without removing your lips from his, your fingers lacing along the waistline of his pants as you start to pull them down. leaning back on his forearms, bakugou lifts his hips off the table to help you take them off before discarding the garment. smiling at the pleasant surprise that he didn't have any underwear on and he'd been massaging your naked body with only a thin layer of fabric separating you.

reaching over towards the bowl of warm oil as you dip your hand inside of it, slowly pouring oil on his already erect cock whilst you start to slowly pump his length.

“isn't that my job, sweetheart?” he teases while spreading his legs further to give you more access.

“you took care of me, now it's your turn to relax and let me take of you”, your voice dripping in honey as you lower yourself towards his cock, circling his tip with your tongue while staying on your knees as you arch your back further, displaying the curve of your rear to him whilst sucking his cock further into your mouth. taking your time as you slowly move up and down his cock while your oiled hands twist around him with a firm grip.

his fingers tangling with your hairs as he brushes them behind your ear before resting his hand around your scalp, his digits scraping against your nape while he groans above you. “that's it, right there…”, he whispers as you feel his thighs clench beside you. “... fuuck that's it, suck the tip, baby”, following his orders as you lean your head back to only have your lips wrapped around his mushroom tip. sucking on it while flicking your tongue against his slit while your hands continue to jerk his slippery cock.

his fingers tighten against you as you feel his dick twitch in your grasp, reaching his climax as hot spurts of cum fill your mouth. the salty taste of his release combined with the sweet mixture of the oil making your eyes roll as you moan around his pulsing tip, swallowing every last drop as you continue sucking on it. stopping only when he gently tugs at your scalp from the overstimulation, placing a kiss on his swollen tip before leaning back to look up at his blissed-out expression while you lazily rub his length.

hooded eyes staring back at you while he catches his breath, throwing you a smirk between panting lips as you feel his fingers rub soft circles against your scalp. “come here”, he exhales while his other hand comes to rest at the side of your face, cradling it while lifting you towards him. resting your hands on his muscular thighs as he pulls you into a kiss, a much softer one in contrast to the heated one you first had.

your breaths mixing together when you pull back as you get lost in the red pools of his eyes, looking back at you like you're the most precious thing in the world when you only met him a few hours ago. the realization making your eyes dart towards the clock at the edge of the table in the corner of the room, noticing how you've stayed way past the time of your appointment.

“i should probably get going”, you say, meeting his eyes again.

“why the rush?”, he whispers back at you, his thumbs rubbing against your temples as if he'd done so countless times before.

“don't you have other clients?”, you ask with frowned eyebrows.

“shitty hair will take care of them”.

“shitty hair?”, you ask confused.

“the redhead at the front desk”, you laugh a little when you realize who he's talking about as you raise your hands to rest against his wrists while he continues to cradle your face.

“what's so funny, huh?”, he asks while giving you a puzzled look.

“nothing, it's just his hair it’s not that different from yours though”, you say between chuckles, releasing a louder laugh when you see his surprised face.

“pretty and snarky, huh… gonna have to get you back for that one”, he protests as his hands trail down your sides to rest at your hips as he guides you back down on the table.

settling between your legs as you rest them above his outer thighs. grabbing the bowl of oil as he tilts it over your cunt, pouring what's left of the warm oil over you before trailing up towards your chest. fisting his cock before he presses it against your cunt, gently rocking back and forth as he rubs it between your folds, teasing you as you feel yourself get wetter every time his cock grazes over your clit.

“you want this cock, gorgeous?”, he teases while his fingers trail up to your chest, cupping your breast in his large hands as his digits flick against your slippery nipples. arching into his touch as a moan vibrates in your throat while you frantically nod your head at him.

“yeah?, beg for it then”, setting your pride aside as you desperately beg for him to fuck you.

“please, bak-”.

“katsuki”, he cuts you off.

“katsuki, p-please”, a grin spreads across his face as he slides his cock down to align himself with you. a wave of pleasure hitting you as he shoves his length inside you in one swift thrust, not giving you time to adjust as he sets a steady pace. leaning down to lick your sensitive buds, sucking one into his mouth while his digits flick the other before his tongue trails a long, wet stripe towards your neck, leaving open mouth kisses along your side and below your chin until his hands comes to rest against the side of your face to pull you in a fervent kiss.

feeling the knot inside your stomach form again the more he thrusts into you, as your nails trail up against his back to rest against his shoulder blades, leaving red lines in their wake. his other hand gives your nipple a final tug before reaching down in between your bodies to rub messy circles against your clit. the overwhelming sensation of his tongue tangled with yours and his cock ramming against your walls with the added stimulation of his fingers on your erect bud sending you over the edge as you gush all over him. your release soaking both of you as he continues thrusting into you, fighting against the tight clenching of your pussy as he chases his own release.

feeling your wet tongue drag along the side of his neck all the way up to his earlobe as you suck it into your mouth, circling his piercing inside your mouth before pulling back to trail back down to the crook of his neck as you sink your teeth into his skin, hard enough to leave a mark without breaking the skin. the feeling of your tongue sending shivers down his spine and the added sting of your teeth catching him off guard, making his eyes roll back as he buries his cock deep inside your cunt. filling your pussy with his release as it starts to spill through the sides of your cunt, your juices mixing together as he empties his balls inside of you.

collapsing on top of you as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, your warm bodies melting into each other with the mixture of oil and sweat as you both catch your breaths while clinging to one another. placing kisses on your neck while you place them on his shoulder before he lifts his head to press his lips against yours, leaning back to admire your blissed out look while threading his fingers through your hair, his nails gently massaging your scalp with each swipe of his hand.

“am i gonna see you again?” he whispers against your lips as his eyes stare deep into yours as he waits for your answer. adoration mixed with a hint of fear that he misinterpreted this entire situation, and you won't return his advances.

“i hope so”, you chuckle back at him. relieve settling into his chest at your words as he smiles back at you before pressing his lips to yours again. a soft knock on the door interrupts you, making him grunt against you whilst you pull your bottom lip between your teeth to contain your giggles.

a muffled “everything okay?” sounds behind the door before bakugou responds to dismiss the redhead. releasing your chuckles when he buries his face in your neck again with a heavy sigh, neither of you wanting to part from each other’s warmth just yet as you stay wrapped against the other a while longer. his cock still inside you as your cunt leaks onto the table below you while your fingers thread through his blonde spikes, scratching gentle circles on his nape while his digits rub behind your ear, reveling in each other’s presence before you have to clean up and part ways.

sending you off with another kiss at the door of the massage room as he hands you a small bag with the candle you were smelling earlier before giving your rear a small slap as you make your way down the hall and back to the lobby. wondering if the pretty redhead at the front desk heard your moans all the way over to the front, spotting him standing by the shelves in the corner next to the front desk organizing some of the incense the parlor had displayed throughout the establishment, shooting you that same toothy smile as you smile back at him.

“everything to your liking?”, he asks while grabbing one of the boxes of the incense.

“definitely, thank you so much for squeezing me in”, you answer him while making your way towards the exit.

“oh, before you leave, here you go…”, he says while handing you the incense box in his hands.

“a little something as a thank you for choosing our parlor”, he adds while telling you his name, scratching the back of his head as he realizes he should've done it earlier. laughing at how this giant of a man has the sweetest personality, thanking him before you say your goodbyes. smiling to yourself when you pretend not to notice the bulge in his pants, confirming your suspicion that kirishima probably heard the whole thing, excited to make your next appointment at the parlor to see his reaction as you make your way back home.

finally relaxing against some warm blankets as you open the bag that bakugou gave you, smelling the incense that kirishima gifted you first as you laugh while thinking back on everything that occurred. the mixture of the sweet scent of frankincense combined with the earthy notes of myrrh fill your nostrils as you close your eyes while the fragrance floods your senses, a moan building in your throat the more you smell it before setting it aside for later.

grabbing the candle you fell in love with back at the parlor as you open it, eager to smell it again but before you can bring it to your nose you notice something inside of it. picking a small piece of paper from the top of the wick as you set the candle down to open it, grinning to yourself as you find a phone number written on it with the message “call me” below it and a badly scribbled heart right next to it. picking your phone from your bedside table as you dial the numbers on the paper, bringing it up to your ear as it rings while biting the nail of your thumb in anticipation before you hear the line on the other end pick up.

“took you long enough, sweetheart… thought you'd never call”.

[belle-keys]

I'm really missing Cordelia right now and I know how much you adore her too. Do you have any interesting headcanons for her? How about songs that remind you of her? Anyway here's a pic of my Funko she's keeping me company while I work

Cordelia! That's my whole damn cousin! Here are my headcanons:

She lowkey loves to bullshit white Englishmen about her ethnicity. Sometimes they come up to her asking “What’s Arabia like?” or “ Which part of India are you from” or some nonsense lumping all brown people together because they’re ignorant like that. Instead of lecturing them about Persia, she starts playing along and saying things like “Oh yes, I’m actually the lost queen of Rajastan, third in line for the throne”. James wants to punch the men but Cordelia plays along and she and Alastair laugh about it later.

Her chai game is simply not as strong as Alastair’s because cmon, Alastair is the British-Persian king of chai! But they still have chai-making battles which they force Sona to judge.

She likes experimenting with various types of dance as a hobby. From traditional Persian dances to ballet to classical Indian dance. She finds it’s a great way to destress when her Clave duties become taxing. Plus, James thinks it’s super hot.

Her dream vacation destination (after Constantinople) is Petra.

Absolutely no one can beat Cordelia at chess but she absolutely sucks at card games (because girls weren’t really taught to play card games back in the day). However, Lucie happens to be good at card games because the Thieves taught her, and Anna is good at them too because Anna is Anna. Hence, Cordelia’s greatest secret goal is to get as good as them to beat James and Matthew one day and relish in their frowns.

She is deadly scared of bees and she will not hesitate to whip out Cortana and attempt to slay them… often to no avail. “What a great warrior,” mutters Alastair whenever this happens.

Some songs that remind me of her:

La Chute est lente by Alma (she’s a lovergirl)

Cupid by Victoria Monét (she’s a lovergirl)

The Great Mermaid by LE SSERAFIM (she will take absolutely no shit)

War of Hearts by Ruelle (she will beat your ass)

Anywhere But Here by PVRIS (jordelia)

Akasaka Sad by Rina Sawayama (breaking generational trauma)

[sugarsweb]

Madara Mikejima x GN!Reader

SELFISH. After overworking yourself to the bone, your friends find you passed out. Thankfully, Madara is there to help out. (Originally posted Sep 14th)

Contains : Fluff, mild angst, mutual pining

Word Count : 2.4k

Finally, training was over for Midori and Chiaki. The song they were training for was exceptionally more taxing on their bodies, but each time a session was over they felt more confident and satisfied in their efforts. 

To destress a bit, they decided (or, more like Chiaki decided for the both of them) to walk around ES Square a bit, more specifically their gardens and parks. The flowers and greenery surrounding the two men brought a certain type of comfort neither of them could pinpoint. It brought a kind of calmness to their minds, gracing them with peace of mind for just a few minutes.

The two talked amongst themselves, Chiaki focusing on what he could improve on in the choreography that their producer had prepared for Ryuseitai. Midori had decided to detour their walk to a quieter area of the gardens, usually where nobody would be.

“And I was thinking- hm?” Chiaki’s once-wildly moving hands stop midway in his ramble, his gaze falling on something- no, someone. Then, a small breathy chuckle follows.

“What is it?” Midori asks. 

The brunette points to an area subtly hidden by thick banana plant leaves, and Midori moves one of the leaves out of his view to see what his friend had seen. His eyes widen for a split second before he breathes out a sigh, a nearly visible smile appearing on his face. 

“So, that’s where they’ve been.” 

There you sat, hunched-over and sitting at the small, white table, your papers and notes strewn out all over the table. However, you were passed out cold, your head laying on your arms, pencil dangling in your dominant hand; you must’ve fallen asleep while studying. 

The duo approached you quietly, knowing you rarely had moments to yourself where you could get a decent amount of sleep with all the work piled on your shoulders. 

“Should we wake them?” Midori asks Chiaki. 

“Ahh, please don’t.” A voice comes from behind them, making them nearly jump out of their skin in surprise. There stood Madara, a bag strap in hand - upon closer inspection, it was yours - and a hoodie of his in another. “Sorry, I found them here earlier and went to go get their stuff before I took them home.” 

“Oh, Mikejima, you’re helping them out?” Chiaki asks, a knowing grin on his face. 

“Well of course, Mama always helps!” He says in a hushed voice, a large smile making its way on his lips - and along with that, a small blush across his cheeks. 

“Of course, of course.” 

“Seems kinda wrong to just leave them passed out here, no?” 

“Good point. Is there anything we can help you with?” Midori looks over to the mess that is your notes. Maybe a bit of a cleanup wouldn’t hurt. 

“Well, if you could make sure they don't kill me when they wake up, that’d be much appreciated.”

The three of them laugh quietly at that - sleep was incredibly precious to their friend resting in front of them, after all. 

With that, Madara approaches you, putting his hoodie over your shoulders before crouching down to your level and gently places his hand over your arm, rubbing up and down soothingly. You breathe in deeply before groaning lightly, your eyes scrunching together, desperate to cling onto the last moment of sleep before waking up. As your eyes slowly open to a squint and lock onto Madara’s, time stops for the both of you, and for a moment, it feels like it’s just the two of you there in that tender moment. His heart beats wildly, but he can’t tell if it’s out of fear that you’ll get angry at him for waking you up, or if his infatuation with you is getting to him again. By the telltale sign of the blush on his face worsening, he knows it’s the latter. 

“Hey there, sleeping beauty.” He mumbles, a dopey smile on his face. 

You take a moment to process his words before groaning, shielding your face in your crossed arms to hide the embarrassing blush spreading across your cheeks. You breathe in deeply before turning your  head to look at the man once again, getting into a more properly seated position. 

“I guess I fell asleep, huh…?” Your voice is deep and gravelly, and you rub the sleep from your eyes to wake up more. 

“Yeah, we found you here.” The moment between you and Madara is broken as Chiaki speaks up, smiling at you. 

“Have you been overworking yourself again?” Midori asks. 

“Probably.” You sigh, looking over to the mess on the table. You gather the papers, putting them into a neat stack before taking a clip to keep it all together. 

“Well, Mama’s takin’ ya home, alright?” Madara pats your arm before standing to his full height, slinging your bag onto his shoulder. “Here, pass me your papers.” 

“Mm, I can take my bag and head home myself, thanks though.” The prospect of Madara escorting you home makes your heart skip a beat for some reason (but you know exactly why). 

“Nope, no choice. Now c’mon, give me your stuff.” 

Knowing you can’t change his mind, you nod and slowly get up, but your brain suddenly catches up to the present and lets you know that your legs have gone completely numb. Immediately, you reach out and try to grasp Madara’s hands to save yourself, and he graciously wraps his arms around your waist instead. Thank god for fast reflexes, he muses to himself. The feeling of you in his arms makes something in his chest squeeze in longing, hoping for something more. 

“Woah, you okay?!” Chiaki runs over, Midori following in tow, an equally worried look on his face. 

“Yeah, sorry,” your face flushes, “I guess I was in that position for so long my legs went numb.” 

“Good thing Mama was here to catch you!” Madara grins and then, to rub it in, “I guess you can say you fell for me, hah!” 

You roll your eyes, but of course your face betrays your real feelings, and the man holding you takes notice. …Maybe, there’s a chance? 

“Well, hop on my back then.” He says, crouching down in front of you.

“Wh–” 

“Your legs are numb. C’mon, let me help you for once.” 

His words make your eyes widen, and you pause. Does he really want to…? But what if I’m just burdening him more? Oh, get a grip - he’s already gone through all this trouble, I’ve always been burdening him… what’s a little more selfishness? I’ve always been like this, after all. 

Selfish. 

“(Y/N)?” Madara pulls you out of your self-deprecating thoughts, bringing you back to him. 

“Fine.” Your simple response makes a million-dollar smile make its way across his face- seriously, is he actually that happy to give you a piggy-back ride? 

As you settle on his back, his strong arms wrap around your legs and keep you close to his body, the comforting warmth emanating off of him nearly lulling you back into a slumber. The brunette moves to your two friends still standing by in worry - almost as if they’re expecting you to fall apart in front of them. 

“Morisawa, Takamine, can you guys just put their papers in the bag?” He juts out his hip slightly to show your bag resting on his thigh. 

“Of course!” Chiaki gathers their tired friend’s papers and pencils, Midori opening the bag for him to gently place everything inside without creasing the notes. “There ya go, all in there. Get home safe, alright?” 

“We will, thanks for your help!” Madara waves at them before setting off in the vague direction of your apartment. 

When the two are far enough from the rest of the idol’s workplace, he starts talking. 

“So, when’s the last time you actually slept?” 

You think for a bit before answering, sighing deeply into the crook of his neck. Your breath sends pleasant shivers down Madara’s spine, and he desperately tries to ignore it. 

“I dunno, honestly… I pulled an all-nighter last night, but before that- uh… I’ve probably slept a total of 5 hours this week.” 

“It’s Wednesday.” His hands grip your thighs more tightly as his mind gets lost in his concern. 

“‘Dara! Jeez, don’t do that!” Your face turns red at his possessive touch. Keep calm, he’s just angry at you. 

“I’m just worried about you, you’ve been overworking yourself constantly. If you keep this up you’re going to get real sick, y’know… I care.” 

You both go quiet at his words, and a couple blocks later, Madara finally stops walking. You tap his shoulder in a silent plea to let you down, and reluctantly, he does. When he takes a proper look at you, the first thing he notices is how big his sweater is on you. 

Cute. 

No, no, don’t do this right now. He shakes his head slightly to get rid of the thoughts, and finally asks the question he has been dreading. 

“Was I even going the right way?” 

A pause. You look up to him, looking awake for once, and burst out into sudden laughter.

“You- you’re telling me we’ve been walking for nearly half an hour and you had no clue where we were going?!” You speak through your laughter, doubling over. Your hand grips his arm to steady yourself to make sure you don't actually fall on the floor laughing. 

“God, you must really be tired,” Madara pouts. “It’s not that funny.” 

“It kinda is,” you eventually calm down, patting his arm lightly. “Good thing your ‘mama’ instincts are right. We’re about fifteen minutes away, now c’mon.” 

He walks right by your side, trying not to make a big deal out of the fact that you still haven't let go of his arm. To test the waters out, he tentatively places a hand over the one resting on the crook of his arm, and you let it happen. You let it happen.

You’re obviously still tired, the tell-tale sway in your walk and your eyelids closing for longer than necessary when you blink telling Madara all he needs to know. 

Thankfully, fifteen minutes pass by rather quickly and before you know it, you’re both standing in front of your door, and you turn to the brunette, rummaging through your bag resting on his shoulder to find your keys. After unlocking the door, you go inside, but he doesn’t follow. 

“Well?” you ask him. Madara shifts on his feet, unsure. “Come in.” 

���If you insist.” A flash of insecurity. Why? 

 He fixes it with a smile, dropping your bag on the kitchen counter next to your door. 

“Thank you for letting me borrow your hoodie, by the way.” You tell him, moving to take it off. 

“No worries, you can keep it! It’s uh, a belated birthday gift from your favourite Mama.” The usual cheerfulness in his tone isn’t there this time, and you can’t help but think you did something wrong. 

Nodding, you instead keep the hoodie on, wrapping it around your body instead. It smells like him. 

Wait, that’s kinda weird, right? 

However, the blush and small smile that appears on Madara’s face says otherwise. The look in his eyes is, in your opinion, the softest look anyone has ever given you. It’s full of emotion, but you can’t pinpoint what it is. 

“Well,” the man in front of you starts, “I guess uh- I should go.” 

No, please don’t. I want him to stay. 

…Haven’t I burdened him enough? He went through all of this just for me. This is stupid. 

Selfish, it’s selfish to want to keep him, to have a moment with him. 

To be vulnerable.

Selfish. 

“Please stay.” You say in the weakest voice possible, but Madara’s hand stops moving for the door handle. He heard you. 

Was this it? Did you just mess everything up? Was your friendship finally down the drain, as you selfishly believed you could have a chance with him? Selfish, you’re so fucking self-

One of his hands goes to the back of your head, the other on your waist as he brings your face to his chest, and finally he envelops you in a hug. His touch is so gentle it nearly makes you tear up. How can someone have so much love for you? 

“Of course.” 

You don't remember how, but after those words, you find yourself in bed with him, looking at him through your sleepy eyes. You still have his hoodie on, as if having him right next to you in your own bed isn’t enough. You want his presence to surround you, make you feel whole again. 

Madara gazes at you tenderly, his hand coming up to fix your hair behind your ear, before he lets it rest on your cheek. You’re both smiling at each other, something akin to a giggle making its way past your lips. He shuffles closer to you, so close your noses are nearly touching, your breaths mingling together. 

Before either of you realise it, your lips connect. The feeling of his lips against your own make sparks go off in your head, a zap of electricity running down your spine and your hands desperately clinging to his shirt, as his own wander onto your waist and the nape of your neck. 

The kiss breaks once the two of you start smiling widely, but Madara goes in for more pecks on your cheeks, forehead, nose and lips, making the two of you break out into what could only be described as lovestruck-teenager-giggles. When you finally calm down, you both look at each other lovingly. 

Love. 

With a jerk of his head, he tells you to turn around silently, and once you do, his arms are wrapped around you again, spooning you. His head rests in between the crook of your neck, and you think you’ve both finally calmed down completely until he starts pressing his lips against your exposed skin, the arms around your waist tightening as he presses your body against his own. A few love bites later, he finally stops, his hold loosening by the tiniest fraction. 

And finally, after all this time, he says the words you so selfishly wanted to hear. 

“I love you.” 

And this time, there are no protests raging at the back of your mind. 

You allow yourself to be selfish. 

Finally.

[sheyshen]

feeling run down physically and emotionally after this past week. but i'm really grateful that my family did a lot to help figure things out and made it a bit less stressful for my mom.

the wake went well yesterday and there wasn't any unneeded drama, and mom was a bit too worn out for the burial but my uncles really helped keep us in the loop and assure my mom when she was feeling guilty about not being able to go.

we're now taking some time to destress and reminisce before needing to get to spring cleaning and taxes, but already trying to figure out some plans for holiday get togethers so the family stays connected even if it's just a couple times a year.

I also wanted to say thank you to all of you guys here for supporting me through this. It's been really rough so I really appreciate it and love you all! <3

[sneasels]

had a corporate level executive ask me how I destress after I get home from my taxing job. how do I tell him i like to go home and get pet like a dog

[rehobothheritage]

The Ultimate Mother’s Day Gift: Make lasting memories with Mom with a getaway to Rehoboth

From the first day of school to your first big presentation for a client, your Mom has been there for you every step of the way, no matter what. As we grow up and take on responsibilities and commitments in life, it becomes harder to spend time with our parents. This Mother’s Day, give her the gift of a memorable trip to Rehoboth Beach in Southern Delaware. Who doesn’t love the sun, sand, and the ocean?

Plan a relaxing and fun trip for her and don’t forget to spend some quality time with her, because that is the greatest gift any mother can ask for. Plus, don’t forget to pack all the beach essentials you will need on your trip. Here are some recommendations to make this year’s Mother’s Day trip truly amazing for the most important woman of your life. 

Book a relaxing stay for her at Heritage Inn & Suites, Rehoboth Beach

Ensure your mom has a comfortable, affordable, and spacious place to stay during your beach vacation. At Heritage Inn & Suites, our rooms are furnished with delightful amenities to make her stay relaxing and memorable. Our outdoor pool for those days when she wants to relax and beat the heat, and our Fitness Center is the perfect place for her to stay fit and healthy. Plus, our delicious complimentary breakfast is perfect to provide an amazing start to her day.

Pamper her with a spa day

One of the best ways to show appreciation and love to your mom is to give her the gift of relaxation and self-care. A spa gift is a perfect way to pamper her and allow her to unwind and destress. Treat her to the ultimate day of wellness at the One Spirit Massage Studio, Bodymind, Made Ya Look! Salon and Spa or Ocean Retreat Day Spa & Hair Studio. Let her feel rejuvenated and stress free with a massage (or two because nobody is counting) and who doesn’t love a good manicure and pedicure session? Add in to her already amazing day with some tax-free shopping at Tanger’s Outlets, Penny Lane Mall, The Shops at Rehoboth Mews  or other shops in the area, where she can indulge in buying all her favorite items.

Plan an all-time favorite beach day

Any trip to the Nation’s Summer Capital is incomplete without spending a day on the beach. Plan a beach date or picnic with her at one of the many beaches in Southern Delaware - the Rehoboth Beach, Bethany Beach, Lewes Beach, Dewey Beach, Broadkill Beach. Pack up all the essentials that you need for the beach like towels, sunscreen, swimwear, spare clothes, water to stay hydrated and some munchies to snack on.Take a stroll at the iconic Rehoboth Beach Boardwalk and treat your mom to some hot fries from Thrasher’s, her favorite ice-cream from Kohr Brothers and her candy from Dolle’s Candyland. 

Explore the great outdoors

Where Rehoboth may be a quaint beach town, it has plenty to explore for all the adventurous Moms. Cape Henlopen's State Park will let her enjoy boating, fishing, kayaking, paddle-boarding and wind-surfing. But it is not only ocean and bays, the park's premiere trails offer hiking and biking exploration to spend some time among the forest greens and catch that breathtaking view after the hike. Delaware Seashore State Park boasts of 20 miles of bay shoreline and is home to beautiful trails for hikers, bikers and horseback riders. Let her enjoy surfing in the Atlantic waters while getting that perfect summer tan. Surprise her to an enchanting evening cruise to see a mesmerizing sunset with the Rehoboth Bay Evening Cruise. This 90 minute long cruise docks from the Rehoboth Beach Dock with breathtaking views of the Lewes-Rehoboth canal, the Rehoboth Bay, and Thompson’s Island on the journey.  

Go on a date with her

Spend quality time with your mom by taking her out to one of Rehoboth's many restaurants. Whether she likes Mexican, Italian or some fresh seafood, Rehoboth has many restaurants that will serve you with refreshing cocktails, beautiful sunsets, and memories to cherish a lifetime. Located on Rehoboth Beach is the Blackwall, brings a Mon-Sat happy hour with an appetizing brunch and all day menu at your service. The Big Chill Beach Club on Bethany beach is a place to watch an ethereal sunset while sipping on a cocktail, to make it even more special. With great portions and outstanding hospitality, treat her to the best of seafood in South Delaware at the Big Fish Grill Rehoboth. Grotto Pizza offers more than just pizza—with an innovative cooking style, they also offer salads, burgers, and buffalo chicken wings that’s sure to delight Mom. Moreover, no trip to Rehoboth is complete without Thick Shakes, Ice Creams and Sundaes from Kohr Brothers Frozen Custard—make sure to take her there for a post-meal sweet treat! 

Mother’s Day is just around the corner, so plan your getaway soon. When you're looking for a comfortable stay after a day full of adventure, Heritage Inn & Suites, Rehoboth Beach, is here for you and your mom to relax and unwind. Book directly through our website and save more with our exclusive offers. Reserve your stay now at Heritage Inn & Suites Rehoboth Beach and don’t miss out on the opportunity to make unforgettable memories with your mom in Rehoboth Beach and save more on your stay with our exclusive offers.

[celeseah]

Yum 😋 starting the day overlooking the beach 🏝️ at #gordonsbay with a delicious #shake Perfect to destress after our late night experience, hit by a car 🚗 on our way home from a gorgeous day out yesterday exploring the route to #capepoint our #Angels were looking after us no one hurt just the vehicles 🚗 bit damaged Interesting it isn’t a legal requirement to #insure your car in #southafrica ( who knew ) not me and approximately 70%of people don’t We realised their tax disc was out of date and didn’t realise actually it belonged to a different car too, as Police 👮‍♀️ this morning told us. I’ve always thought #travelling is an education in itself learning, a wonderful way to find out about how much diversity is in the way others live their lives, each countries culture. There is one thing that’s constant the world over and that is the Essence of Love we All understand this at an innate level even though the personal expression and experience of this varies greatly too. Our Soul Knows … Love in its Truth 💕 https://www.instagram.com/p/CmWG6YvoICD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[cryptidcalling]

Pre ordered Pkm Legends Arceus today!! Getting my plush >=3 And I’ll be stopping by Target after work tomorrow for Shield plus the DLC. It’s… $160 in the hole but worth it. That’s a whole 16 hrs of work I’m cashing in early, but it’s gonna be worth it.

[alittlebirb]

Some excitement and enthusiasm from the MCC 23 Lime Llamas!

The panic and excitement from Antfrost when he was able to sub in, as well as his determination to be PGfrost

Antfrost saying he's been wanting to team with Scar for a while

"I'm so glad you're on our team, because you destroyed me yesterday. You had your claws out!" -Scar to Ant

Jimmy being very impressed at Ant's dedication to getting the Mike Wazowski skin on short notice

Scar doing a Ghost of Top Gun Past bit in order to roast Timmy for not watching the movie

Scar's destressing techniques including holding a hamburger Cub gave him and petting a cat that's playing chess

"I am the slushy fairy here on MCC. I do what I can." -Scar

Jimmy turning into an advertising bot and calling for everyone to join Youtube Gaming today!

Scar giving out fries and keeping everyone salted up

Everyone one upping each other on the amount of times they rewatched the update video

Scar setting everyone up in a burger line, Ant - Cub -Tim -Scar, and pronouncing this will be the order they play the games in

Scar comparing the light show at the beginning to the Disneyland fireworks

"I always find a way to tie it back to Disneyland, you know that." -Scar

"I hope we're intimidating the other teams with our crazy cool skins." -Scar

SG being chosen and Scar asking Ant, "have you ever heard of the barn strategy?"

"They will sense blood, because I watched the vods last time and they were all, Scar Bad! Get Him! We'll stay in the shadows, and then I'll water bucket mlg them to death." -Scar

Scar going on a rant about how disrespectful and ugly capri pants are, and sliding in "Impulse, big capri pants fan, by the way."

Martyn staring at the team and Scar saying he's killed him twice in Double Life, and he'll kill him again

Jimmy trying to find allies for his refusal to use a mouse pad and in absolute contrast, Ant saying he has a special mouse pad which fits to his keyboard

Cub saying he never finished Harry Potter and asking for no spoilers, please

"I don't think Scar can read." -Jim

"I often go on long, winding monologues." -Scar

Ants beginning to crawl up Scar's legs, and Scar talking about how one time ants crawled in his ear, to everyone's great chagrin

Scar quietly saying hawkeye! in the background

Lime winning SG!

"I've got tears in my eyes, tears in my eyes!" -Jimmy

Scar having trouble saying multiplier and asking for Bdubs

Scar comparing the elevator joke to the Twlight Tower of Terror...rip to the Twilight Tower of Terror

Scar muting before AR in order to go on his winding monologues

Tim somehow thinking that there were 2 laps in the new AR map and being aghast at the fact there's 4

Scar calling PeteZahHutt "Pete the Pizza Man" in GR

Jimmy asking Scar if this is what they do in Top Gun when shooting targets, and Scar telling him that "if you bring up that sore subject again, I'll burn your barn down."

The struggle of trying to get everyone into the tubes in the golf room, with Ant trying to get everyone across and then falling off himself

"It's in the hips, it's in the hips!" -Cub

"Send me home!" -Scar

"He was too busy hitting us to think about himself!" -TJ

Scar saying he has the glasses ready for when they play RSR

Scar calling Cub the speedrunner and giving him the job of crafting during SB

Jimmy calling Sapnap's win in the last round "actually criminal to watch"

Ant finally getting into the Top 5 players, after being gatekept for so long

Scar saying it's now his time, it's slurpee time! during break, and giving every afk player (including Ant) slurpees under the name of the slurpee bandit

Cub helping Scar in this endeavor by pointing him towards which players are afk

Jimmy scolding Quig and telling him to put his glasses back on

Scar saying they can only speak in W's during PKT, greatly taxing their vocabulary, and the three of them going through the repertoire of chanting "We Will Win Whales!", "We Will Win Wales!", and "When Will We Win?"

"I've mcfallen." -Timmy

The chat calling them the Winning Wazowskis and Marvelous Mikes

"Scott hit me with no hesitation. Joel too, not even a hello!" -Jim

MD coming into the decision dome and Jimmy pointing and saying "There's our boy. There's our boy."

Scar getting the dunk and being directed to dunk Aqua, but dunking the innocent Cyan instead and getting blasted by Jimmy

"This man doesn't know his colors!" -Tim

Ant, Gumi, and Cub peacefully crossteaming for a few seconds in RSR before the platform is destroyed along with their friendship

Scar attributing his top 4 RSR performance to his glasses and the fact he was daydreaming about Disneyland

"I've actually only played BuildMart once. And I made a catastrophic mistake that haunts me to this day." -Scar

"...maybe should've mentioned that earlier bud." -Tim

"What are the snowballs in TGTTOS for?" -Jimmy

"Uh...griefing." -Ant

Cub watching Ant toss Tommy into the lava, and Scar watching Wilbur punching Eret and saying "I can't believe I witnessed a murder."

Everyone consistently calling themselves Team Consistent

"I don't think I killed anyone that time around, and I was out for blood!" -Scar

"Why is Phil standing alone in the bathroom right now?" -Cub

Scar saying he doesn't want to play BM without Grian, he wants a sand duo BM

Ant being the ultimate leader in MD

Ant getting an ace against Purple and Tim calling it a "quad freeze!"

"We didn't hold out for consistency, we said put it in the last!" -Timmy

Cub calling them the Meltdown Mikes

Cub saying that if Martyn wins this one he also wins against Covid, so it's two wins

Jimmy having no faith and believing Martyn's going to lose

Scar turning on his lightsaber during DB

"Martyn's heartbeat just went up 15 beats. Mine did too!" -Scar

Jimmy yelling "HE PLAYS THE SIMS!" when Zeuz gets the 1v3 clutch

Scar calling Martyn "the Covid Crusader" when he wins

Lime Llamas finished MCC 23 in 5th place!

[ackermans-freedom-inc]

#1 - oral reader receiving | You just wanted to try sitting on his face…

#2 - first time, smut, choking kink | You waited for him to be your first

#3 - Sub!Levi, tied up, slapping | He wanted to prove he could take orders

#4 - Dom!Levi, jealous/possessive, edging | You spent time with Erwin?

#5 - Waxplay, sensation play, edging, dom-ish Levi | You wanted to try this…

#6 - Omegaverse, ModernAU | Your heat was coming and the sauna helped

#7 - Dirty talk, modern AU | You just wanted to watch the dang movie

#8 - Pegging, prostate stimulation, sub!Levi | You wanted to try something…

#9 - public sex, oral, dirty talk | A fun time in the waterpark changeroom

#10 - dirty talk, sex, modernAU | You wanted him to do more than just your taxes

#11 - bathtub sex | Levi saw you training cadets…and oops you’re hot

#12 - Modern AU, dirty talk, name calling, domlevi | You were worried Levi wasn’t enjoying himself

#13 - hurt/comfort, comfort sex, fluff | After the [redacted] Levi was worried you were avoiding him

#14 - jealous/possessive dom!Levi, rough sex, choking, slapping | You got a little carried away squealing over your favourite actor…

#15 - Mike x Reader- daddy kink, size kink | no plot just fucking Mike while calling him daddy

#16 - oral female receiving | He was too busy to give you attention…

#17 - older!reader (31) x Levi (25). No kinks just sex | it had been so long since you were with someone…then you met him

#18 - public-ish sex | you and him were friends with benefits for years. But one day, beneath the stars and against the wall…

#19 - oral, slight voyeurism | you, in a dress. Him under the table…what could go wrong?

#20 - oral, slight voyeurism | you and levi get walked in on

#21 - touchstarved Levi | just sex no kinks, fluffy

#22 - Eren x Reader, modern AU, soft + sweet, no kinks, fluff

#23 - cockwarming, modernAU | you wanted Levi, but he had class...

#24 - Bjs under the table (the usual heh) | you wanted to help him destress - minor drug mention!

#25 - sub!levi | levi in thigh highs socks....

#26 - sub!levi | he wanted to try switching...but you weren’t quite ready.

#27 - sub!levi | soft and sweet reader, comfort sex, death mention

#28 - fingering, slight voyeurism | Levi catching you getting off without him 

[teeth-farie]

contributing to this domestic kink party because why the hell not? given how much julian likes to submit (think that chapter in-game where death sends you to a ship and you roleplay!) I think he'd enjoy a weekend or two every now and then of being a househusband. like he definitely wouldn't want to do it full time because he loves medicine so much but a few days of doting on you, serving you completely and letting you use him in so many different ways would really fulfill him and make him feel so close to you. he'd be anxious about his busy schedule and even the relationship becoming "stale" so the occasional longer roleplay session would help him work through those feelings and reassure him

(also I challenge you to NOT think of wedding night nadia in a beautiful white lingerie set, maybe even lightly bound in white silk rope before you...god help me)

Oh I read that chapter!! Julian does seem to like captain/sailor role play, doesn’t he?

You’re definitely right. I think after the upright ending where you go sailing together, Julian would want to reopen his clinic. His core value is wanting to help people, and so his study in medicine fuels that(though it might take a bit for people to go to a doctor that was once accused of murder…). Of course his job gets stressful, especially with how much he overworks himself, so he needs to destress.

His way of doing that is to relinquish his control, to become subservient and reliant. His career is taxing and demanding, he needs to give up the reins. Pair that with his desire to please you and you’ve got a perfect scenario.

Julian would love to take a weekend off to play the role of your househusband, even if he’s subpar at cooking and a generally messy person…he still enjoys it! He gets better at housework over time and you walk him through the little things. One thing he’s got down is doting on you, he’d do it any time, no matter the role play. He needs to show you how much he loves you, and if that’s sitting at your feet with your fingers through his hair while you read the paper, then he’s extremely happy with that. (Along with his need to feel useful, giving him simple tasks relaxes him. You already know he’ll beg to be used in other ways to.)

(Hhhh nadia and gentle bondage…all dressed up in delicate lingerie…heart eyes)

[narrators-journal]

Working late

Previous: Here

For the rest of the time Ango had off, he spent with you. It was a nice time, and it made him happier than he had been in a long while to have someone to talk to that wasn't Tsujimura. It also helped that he could talk about something other than his job with you, as well as have something to think about aside from said job. So, in the end, he didn't regret trying out that dating app, even though he'd been so skittish to build a connection with someone. You, meanwhile, didn't seem to care about all of the flaws he brought up on your dates. You were fine with him not having much time to do much, and seemed to accept that this long stretch of time off wasn't his usual schedule. Thankfully, you didn't pry into why he'd suddenly gotten a month off if it wasn't normal.              "I'm not looking for a constant partner. I can deal with taking things slow and being long distance," You assured on the second to last day of his break, wrapping an arm around him in a small hug, "My only demand is that I'm allowed to send you stuff and keep in contact as much as possible. Please just don't ghost me." He nodded, and with that, you seemed pretty content with that, letting him leave to return to work after his month off. Sadly, his happiness was swiftly squished under the weight of the work Taneada gave him upon his return. Of course, it wasn't a surprise to him, his boss had always been keen on shoving piles of work at him whenever he could get away with it. So, he just dug in and focused on catching up for the month of work he'd missed. So, another week passed uneventfully. Ango hadn't gone home more than two or three times, instead opting to crash on one of the decorative office couches for small naps when he got too exhausted to continue to work at times. He was swiftly exhausted, struggling to keep awake and to avoid completely crashing and sleeping for most of the day during his little naps. Though, it wasn't all bad. He tried his best to reach out to you when he could, and you were one of the few bright spots he had on the days where he was too busy to go home. (y/n): You doing alright? Wishing for another vacation yet lol.Ango: Very much so, but the paperwork is pretty standard, so it's nothing too taxing. (y/n): Ew, that sounds so boring. Ango: It is. That's why I didn't go into detail about my job, other than some of it being classified. (y/n): Yeah, kinda would've ruined dinner if I fell asleep to your paperwork chat lol. Ango: Lol. He smiled as he read your casual messages while he laid in the dark office long after even Tsujimura and Taneada had gone home, leaving him with the night security guards and little else in the way of coworkers. Usually, Ango just went to sleep as quickly as possible, having honed the skill of falling asleep on command pretty much, but when you'd checked in on him, he was fine with staying up to talk to you and unwind that way, and when his phone vibrated to notify him of another of your messages, he was further encouraged to stay awake out of pure curiosity. (y/n): Hey, Ango, I might know a way for you to destress. Ango: What is it? Yoga?(y/n): Nope! With that message, you sent a photo attachment, and he turned quite red before he'd even opened the file. Oh god, please don't be up for sexting. I'm much too rusty at that. He quickly plead internally, than, after swallowing the anxious lump in his throat, he opened the picture. Sure enough, it was a risque photo of yourself, nothing nude, but he got a healthy hint of what you looked like beneath your clothing. It brought a bright red color to his pale cheeks, but he didn't dislike the image, in fact, it honestly sent a bolt of excitement straight to his pants. Though, he was then faced with the predicament of responding. Fuck, do I comment on their body? Their underwear? He mulled over his options for a long moment and tried to formulate a good response that didn't sound too rude, but in the end he still struggled. Ango: Why the sexual image? Ango: You look nice, Ango:Your undergarments are rather cute. (y/n): Lol, take your time, dear. Ango let his phone fall to his chest after that and just scrubbed at his face with both of his hands, being mindful of his round glasses, then wiped his sweaty palms on the couch before finally sending a response he didn't delete. Ango: I'm sorry if I seem rude, I'm not used to being sent photos. You are very attractive. (y/n): Awww, thank you~ Have you really not been sent risque pictures before? Ango: Not really, haven't had many partners before to try. (y/n): Lolol, well dear, it's usually good etiquette to send a pic in return if you want😉 That sent another hot bolt of thrill to his groin, but he wasn't super sure on whether he should give into that lascivious voice in his head. Is it really smart to do this? They could use any compromising pictures against you. The anxious voice in his head whispered, but, after a moment or two of debating, the glasses-wearing man took a deep breath and let it out slowly, I guess it wouldn't hurt, as long as I don't show my face it shouldn't be that bad, even if they does use it against me. Besides, I can't exactly sleep comfortably after this, might as well take a photo while I'm at it. He told himself, using a bit of reasoning to curb how anxious he felt on his way to the men's room, the one rare place where there wasn't any security cameras. Once safely hidden in a stall with his phone, out of the view of any of the night guards or security cameras, Ango took a moment to relax so his hands didn't shake too badly, then, pulled his pants down just enough to let his semi-erect member free. He then took a moment to figure out how to take a passable picture and sent it off, his cheeks now as red as a rose and his gut was in a maelstrom of nerves, excitement, and arousal while waiting the painfully slow minute it took for you to reply to his picture. When you did, it was with a second image, (y/n): I appreciate your bravery~ Here, a final little picture for ya before I go to bed. Good night, Ango~ Your humor helped to relax him after such a nerve-wracking adventure into such a new territory. Not to say Ango wasn't a puritan, he'd had sex more than once, and he was pretty flexible with what he did in bed, but sending lewd photos from work was a new, anxiety-filled experience. Although, his stiffened member didn't seem to care about that paranoia. Fuelled by your second, slightly more risque image, his member now demanded to be dealt with before he even thought of sleep.He let out a little sigh and ran a hand through his dark hair, taking his glasses off and setting them carefully on the back of the toilet before shutting his dark green eyes and began to slowly stroke himself. The friction his hand gave, paired with the images now in his mind was the perfect mix to form fantasies starring you. Thoughts of you taking his long-neglected member into your mouth, or maybe riding him, so many thoughts that made his erection twitch filled his mind, trickling in as he finally fed his long neglected sexual needs ever so slightly. He hadn't done so in so long that he forgot just how addictive it could be to chase that delicious boost of happy chemicals masturbation could give him, but he was highly enjoying rediscovering the pleasure of the friction from his hands when paired with the fantasy of you being the one to stroke his twitching member until the pleasure reached its peek and a groan was yanked from his throat and quickly muffled as his body tensed and his brain was filled with static for a few moments. When he'd come down from that high, his euphoria was quickly replaced by immense shame, so he was swift to put his softening dick away and scrub up the evidence of his alone time. He put his glasses back on, straightened his clothes, and took a few deep breaths to slow his pounding heart and lessen the stain to his cheeks before he left the bathroom and returned to the couch. This time, he just went to sleep.

[thetirashan]

Soup of the Day

Written for 2021 Vyn Spring Event.

Two guys sit in a bar and bitch about how Narathzul can't govern a city worth a damn. One is a future Shadow God and the other has seen some shit in his lifetime. Huberto just keeps stirring his soup in the meantime.

Set between Barateon's death and the Shadow God's arrival in Ostian.

Vendil had a love-hate relationship with transitional periods. They were always full of uncertainty, chaos, and destruction. Sure, he ushered in his own transfer of power from one egomaniac to another but that didn’t mean he liked it. Order and structure were his bread and butter.

Yet on the other hand, three o’clock was always the best time to visit the tavern. It wasn’t the most inviting scene to walk into it but there was something to be said about the cool crisp privacy of a near empty bar. There was just him, a few washed out old men, and Huberto. The latter knew that he was the one to help overthrow Barateon, Vendil could see it in his eyes, but the man stuck to his routine. Vendil ordered a glass of beer and a bowl of unsalted peanuts, Huberto nodded before delivering the order, and Vendil paid upfront. Neither one gossiped about the other. It was balanced and even-handed -- an exchange at its simplest.

The sound of boots shouldn’t have broken him out of his stupor. Occasionally travellers would wander in to scarf a hot meal before passing out in a room after all. They barely paid attention to the innkeeper much less him. With that said, his head still snapped up at the jingling.

It was a steady lulling noise. A single heavy boot step then that faint jingle. Almost comforting in a way as he blinked at the figure strolling through the door. The darkness by the threshold gave him the visage of a spectre but the candlelight revealed a man cloaked in soft browns and greens with a wide brimmed hat crowning his mop of red curls.

Huberto glanced up from handing a customer a plate of smoked sprat with an astonished look. It was quickly gone with a blink and a small cough into his elbow.

“Good afternoon, sir. Can I get you anything?” he asked, keeping his eyes directly on the patron before him. Vendil didn’t know the innkeeper well but he could spot a nervous man a mile away.

“I’d like a cup of wine and a bowl of whatever you’ve got over the hearth.” the man, now revealed to be Aeterna, replied. With his hat under his arm, the man’s identity was immediately determined, forcing Vendil to take a long sip of his beer. So much for a relaxing day.

“Potato soup?”

“That’ll do. Just one bowl please.”

As he waited, the man leaned against the counter and scratched at his beard, looking everywhere except where Vendil was lounging. However, the moment the small tray filled with hot soup and wine was given, his head snapped towards his direction with a sunny toothy grin. His teeth were remarkably straight despite the coffee stains.

“Well, well… if it ain’t the lava hopping asshole.”

Huberto’s eyes widened for a brief moment before clearing his throat and focusing on cleaning the dishes in a tub near the hearth. Vendil just sighed, swallowing his bite of peanuts.

“Vendil.” he replied curtly.

“I know. I’m poking fun at you. Still gives me a giggle from time to time.” he drawled out, taking the seat across from the other man. He could only sigh as Arthan let out a rusty old gate chuckle.

“Why are you here?”

“Aw, why you gotta be like that? You know with Anku all a-buzz that there’s no work so I decided to crawl outta my hole. Heard that someone let ol’ Narry boy out of his cell and let him go wild. Now he’s in Erothin with his fingers up his ass while you run the show. Am I caught up?”

He opened his mouth to reply, only to shut with a clack. Arthan’s grin grew obnoxiously as he leaned back and sipped on his cup of wine. Vendil could only groan and rest his forehead against his hand as he slouched over his beer.

“Perhaps it’s… something like that.” he mumbled out, taking a long sip of his beer. Glancing down into its bottom, he briefly wondered if a second was in order. Wasn’t part of his ‘destress’ routine but neither was a mouthy Aeterna that kept grinning at him.

“Mm, I’m guessin’ by all those posters slapped on every corner that he’s taken a bunch of credit too.” he tsked, not bothering with the spoon to enjoy sipping on his soup. Vendil only grunted at that. “I wish I could say ‘I told you so’ but even I didn’t expect him not to… I dunno -- not give a shit about his partner in crime.”

His sigh could barely be heard over the crackling of the hearth and Huberto’s soup pot stirring. Arthan cocked his head to the side ever so slightly as his grin softened to a smile. “It wasn’t always like this.”

“Is that why you’re here?”

“What do you mean…?

“You’re running a city for him. Now I’m making an assumption but I figure that it’s a high stress job. You’re no longer the hero that saved him but an underling that files tax reports. None of those posters even mention you. Not exactly fair and not a good sign.”

The pinch of peanuts that Vendil held quietly dropped back into the bowl as he glared. Arthan, of course, didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. “Good sign of what? The city is doing relatively well considering the coup.” A wave of disgust washed over him at how weak his words felt. Suddenly he yearned for the taste of whiskey, not cheap beer.

“He’s half assing city governance to the extent that his closest friend is hiding at a bar to avoid snapping from the pressure. Imagine what’ll happen once he gets Nehrim under his belt.”

Immediately Vendil held a single finger up, earning a cocked eyebrow. “How do you even know any of this? Or are you just pulling all this out of nothing?”

“Shit, Vendil, just open your ears and walk around the market. I’ve only been in the city for three hours and a five minute smoke break by the bank told me more than I wanted to know. Vendil Auralus approved of some new guards, Vendil did such ‘n such tax reform, talk to Vendil if you got concerns. Blah, blah, blah. Not too hard to put two and two together.”

An awkward silence soon filled the room, leaving only the sound of the crackling logs in the hearth. Huberto, despite his nature, peeked over his shoulder towards them, still hunched over the dish tub. A quick wiggle of the eyebrows from Arthan made the man snap his head forward so quickly that Vendil was sure he had whiplash.

“I, uh…”

“It’s so damn obvious that it might as well slap me on the ass on the way out. I’m only telling you this because you seem to be the only one who doesn’t know. Don’t feel bad about it. No one really knows their own reputation.” Arthan’s chair creaked softly as he leaned back further like a lazy cat in the sun. Vendil simply glanced at his reflection in his glass. His face was colored piss yellow from the beer but even that unflattering shade didn’t hide the circles under his eyes or the droop of his ears. Golden eyes were unashamedly looking at him once he finally tore his gaze away.

“You’re not chickenshit so what’s the problem?”

Another sigh -- probably the millionth of that afternoon. “He murdered his girlfriend and father. Narathzul’s not exactly the most reasonable person.”

“So?”

“So…”

“Listen, I’m not exactly the most knowledgeable with history but Narathzul has a mile long track record of failing miserably. Treomar? Just look at the place. His little conquest of Inodan? He ended up getting tossed into a cell and was rotting for a thousand years. His little recent streak of luck has been less about luck and more about you.”

“He murdered his girlfriend and father.”

“I know, I know but you got leverage. You’re justified in saying something. And if he tries to pull something funny? Well, you’ve got a shield and a mean right hook, don’t you? What other options do you got left? At this point, it’s not if he’s gonna fuck you over but when. Do it on your own terms at least.” He loudly sipped on the dregs of his wine. As he did, he spotted from the corner of his eye Vendil’s face contorting into a mess of expressions -- rage, confusion, disgust, and a few unrecognizable ones. Eventually he settled on something akin to a dried out old grape -- scrunched up and quite bitter.

“All he does is pour over the Predestination and sit on his throne. I can barely get his signature much less get him to govern the city. It’s like he sees Erothin as nothing more than a stepping stone instead of a living breathing city. The people here have hopes and dreams and I can’t just ignore them.” he groaned, feeling the tightness in his chest unclench just a little.

“I get what you’re saying but the Predestination?” Arthan asked softly, leaning over the table just slightly.

“It’s a prophecy about the Shadow God or Tel'lmaltath… or whatever. Basically it’s about a god of shadow dethroning the Light-Born and restoring balance. Like all prophecies, it’s vague enough to mask the incompetence of others.” Tension yet again plucked at his chest. This is clearly private information that Narathzul entrusted to him. Focusing on Arthan’s face, he noted the tenderness the man surprisingly invoked. Concern wove itself into the man’s crow’s feet as he reclined back once more. He expected guilt to overwhelm him at the admission but it never came.

Arthan’s lips thinned as he fell silent for a moment. His eyes flickered back and forth between his lap and Vendil’s eyes. “Now that is worrying…”

“What? That he intends on killing the gods?”

“No, no. Those seven aren’t gods. Never were, never will be. Their downfall is inevitable. But what concerns me is the source of this prophecy and amount of shit Narathzul’s going to be in. For a man who spites the gods, he sure does love blindly following higher powers.”

Vendil’s eyebrows furrowed as he watched the other all but pour the rest of his now lukewarm soup down his throat. “In a hurry somewhere?” Vendil asked quietly, his voice surprisingly weak.

“I’ve still got some errands to do while there’s time left. Can’t you feel it? There’s a spring thunderstorm coming soon.” His ears twitched as he rooted around in his bag, grumbling as the various mish-mash of his pack clinked together. “Um… oh! There we go. Got a gift for you.”

“You left the king so frazzled that he forgot to properly gift you a token of the Starling’s affections.” he explained as Vendil examined the scroll. The paper felt like butter in his palms, so smooth and alien, with an even odder looking strap of leather tying it together. “A teleportation spell in case you need to head back to Anku, specially made by the old bird.”

Vendil only nodded, knowing better than to question the reasoning of Starlings. “Well, I appreciate it. I’ll have to thank him later.”

A shrug was his response as Arthan quickly plopped his hat back on his head. “The man might be gone by the time any of us get back to Anku. They’re getting ready for the ‘Grand Voyage’ and all that. Thankfully, the old bird is staying behind.”

“The king?”

“Nah, the old bird.” he clarified, not bothering to explain further as he slung his pack over his shoulder after rising to feet. Huffing, he glanced over at the innkeeper who kept himself busy with the soup. “Well, I might see you around later. Might even visit the palace for work.”

“Interested in joining Narathzul’s army?”

“Fuck no, just need the work. Narry can kiss my hairy ass.” he mumbled, rifling through his pockets to slap some coins down for the meal. “Enjoy yourself, you hear?”

“I hear.” he replied yet he didn’t receive an answer nor did he expect one. Glancing down into his beer, he huffed and began to chug. Midway through, his ears twitched at the quiet jingling that grew fainter with each step away. Almost on cue, rain began to fall upon the windows.

“Huberto… I think I’ll take a glass of whiskey if you don’t mind.”

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Leave A Dent

Summary: After a particularly taxing day of dealing with horrible people, you find comfort in your dear friend.

Requested By: Anon

Request:Spreading the jaskier love ♡♡ if you could write a jaskier x shy reader?? Your writing style is awesome and I love your work!!

would you be able to write a jaskier x reader fic where the reader has depression and/or anxiety and he helps the reader during a panic attack or something? much appreciated xx

Pairing: Jaskier X Reader

Warnings:Talks of anxiety and slight? Depression. If you are uncomfortable with that and stressful situations, then I suggest not reading this.

A/N: I combined the two requests because the first one was so vague, and they matched up really well.

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You had always hated politics and the endless, droning talks that the various nobles who visited insisted upon conversing about. Which kingdoms were allied, who was on the brink of war, what kind of spices were being imported that season. On top of the boring topics, you already had a problem with interacting with strangers, and just people in general. Royal courts were never your strong suit, which is why you never understood the reason behind your appointment on the council.

Still, you stayed, and listened, and tried to avoid voicing your opinions to loudly, or at all. Occasionally, the other council members would glance to you, looking for approval for some reason, and you would shrink, nodding or shaking your head as quickly as possible, so as to divert attention from yourself.

“Enough,” The queen sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Council is dismissed for the day.”

It was as if the devil himself was at your heels, the speed you ran back to your quarters. The sudden release of pressure from your shoulders. It was a good day, whenever the council was released early. It meant you had time to rush back to your quarters and destress before the next meeting.

You threw open the doors, glancing around the large rooms with haste, but your shoulders fell. Your dear companion, the bard who had captured your attention all those years ago, was nowhere to be seen. It wasn’t uncommon for him to disappear off to another adventure with his Witcher, but he had promised he was staying for much longer this time. 

The tension coiled back into your shoulders. Still, you tried to relax before you were dragged off to the next meeting. The bed, however, was too soft and warm for the middle of the day, and the reclining couch was too stiff. You didn’t want to sit in the uncomfortable chairs, and the other places just all seemed like too much of something. The floor was too cold, the window seat too bright.

Rushing out of your room, your long day coat billowed behind you. It was thin enough to not bother you with overheating, but still managed to cover you and feel like a safe blanket.

It was the library, where you found your solitude. You could feel the stress of the day still eating at you, bringing hot, painful tears to your eyes. Your head began to throb with the tension, and the shallow breaths that escaped you made you want to curl up and hide.

That was also where Jaskier found you.

“(Y/N),” His shout came from the doorway. “I’ve just finished a new- are you alright?”

His voice, soft like rain in the summertime, was enough to lift your head from between your curled legs, eyes swollen and teary. At the sight of you, his face scrunched in worry. The lute, which he held so dear, dropped to the floor, hands coming up to cradle your face.

“What has happened?” He whispered, blue eyes filled with sorrow at your state. You couldn’t answer, as nothing  seemed to escape the tight clenching of your throat.

Your hands shook as he grasped them gently. The clammy sweat that had gathered on your palms was transferred to his own, but he didn’t seem to care at all.

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” He said, and instead of continuing to ramble as usual, he pulled you close. 

In the darkest corner of the library, you sat, huddled together, with Jaskier keeping you close. His chin, darkened with shadow from lack of upkeep that day, rested on your head. His mouth moved as he whispered out a soft tune, rocking back and forth.

The sobs that so easily racked you before, faded with time. Jaskier had gone through more than one song before you pushed off from his chest, looking into his ocean blue eyes.

“Thank you, Jaskier,” You mumbled, beginning to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“Of course,” He said. “While the tears do make your eyes sparkle, they always look more brilliant when you smile.”

You laughed, finding it hard to resist the smile that crept onto your face, “You always find a way to sneak in your flattery.”

“It’s what I do best,” He shrugged. His eyes locked with yours, his smile becoming softer.

“What?” You asked.

“Geralt was right,” He said.

“Not that I don’t agree that he is usually right,” You joked. “But about what?”

“That I would drop everything to aid you,” Jaskier glanced back at his forgotten lute. “That is going to leave a dent, I just know it.”