#even though they are desperately trying to and this guy overpowers them because of the poison making them really sluggish and i'm just.

[arklay]

putting it under a cut instead. ithrenil thought i had before :)

thinking about one of those hunters from this fic not actually dying when ithrenil went into that rage and attacked them to break free, but instead he was severely wounded, yet still managed to live. and a few years after the events of skyrim he actually finds ithrenil again, and because they have grown relatively comfortable in a city and with people who care for them, they let their guard down for the first time in their life and are poisoned, so they are weakened and can't shift when this hunter attacks them again. he says he will collect that reward he failed to get last time, and he is in the middle of taking ren's eye when a shifted farkas attacks the guy, tackling him off of how he was leaning over ren, and he just mauls the hunter. ithrenil's body doesn't heal itself because of the poison and because a silver knife was most likely used and they are lying there suffering until farkas hurries over. they live, they are okay, but their eye can't be saved.

[jennifer-jeong]

Fluff + Suggestive | JJK x GN!Reader How Do They Love?

Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Ryomen Sukuna

SUMMARY Headcanons on how they'd be as your loving boyfriend

CONTENT NSFW, 18+, suggestive, fluff, nothing explicit but lots of suggestive content, mentions their past traumas, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

AUTHOR NOTES I originally started to work on this just as general headcanons or character sheets/notes but I figured I’d share them as my personal takes on their characters and how they’d be as your partner :) ALSO I will probably post the prompts in a separate post sometime!

WORD COUNT: 1498

GOJO SATORU

One sentence to sum them up Absolutely adores you.

Some adjectives/descriptors Clingy, teasing, bubbly, a little whiny, devoted, genius, cutie patootie

Typa guy/gal/person to… Typa guy to try to lean on a door frame, miss, fall, get back up, and play it off like nothing happened. Bro doesn’t even seem phased, he’s genuinely too silly to feel embarrassed in that situation. He probably gets really flustered about it later once you leave though and then worries that he’s scared you off so he has to hype himself up to talk to you again.

How do they react to your firsts? (kisses, dates, etc.) He’s a bit shy and unsure when it comes to firsts with you because he doesn’t really have a lot of experience, but his desperation for you always overpowers it. He has to fight himself to not come off as too clingy at first because he literally always wants to hang out with you.

NSFW dynamic? Definitely a switch, a power bottom but also a subby top. He worships you and your body so pardon if he comes off a bit strong. Honestly he’s just open to anything as long as it’s with you. He’s so down bad for you and you’re the same for him.

How do they take care of you? He’s overprotective because he’s lost too many of his loved ones, he’s the strongest so he’s always a target, he just doesn’t want to accidentally make you one too. If anything ever did try to harm you, the sweet Satoru you know would turn into a killing machine whose rage would know no bounds. He’s not amazing with his words but he’ll always be by your side no matter what, always putting in his best to treat you the way you deserve.

How do you take care of them? Satoru is always hiding emotions underneath and you take care of him by giving him such a safe space to express them. He confides in you and you never fail to make him feel better. He’s never really had someone like this before and so you adore being able to show him just how loved he is by both you and his loved ones. When he’s with you, he’s not the strongest, he’s just Satoru, just how he likes it. (You also always make him his favourite kikufuku especially when he’s feeling down)

How do they view you? You’re his one and only. You’re his best friend and a goddess in his eyes and he’d stop at nothing to protect you. Even if you’re strong yourself, he’s always going to be stronger than you so he's a bit scared he’ll lose you sometimes. Overall, he thinks of you as someone who stands strongly beside him, not behind.

Something random they do Will fart into a little sphere of infinity, and then send the bubble towards you, popping it nearby you while you yell. He’ll also send over other random things like snacks, bugs, leaves, and flowers <3

NANAMI KENTO

One sentence to sum them up The epitome of “written by a woman”

Some adjectives/descriptors Respectful, caring, empathetic, giving, honorable, does what’s right

Typa guy/gal/person to… Typa guy to never let you open a door, pull out a chair, or lift something by yourself. He will sprint, face completely serious (trying not to laugh), just to make sure he can do it for you. You always reward him with lots of kisses of course.

How do they react to your firsts? (kisses, dates, etc.) He’s definitely quite shy about things like this but knows what he wants. He’s a gentleman through and through so he’ll always be very respectful and calm even while his heart is beating out of his chest and his face is flushed red.

NSFW dynamic? Service dom. That’s all I have to say. He’s also open to trying things with you, especially when it comes to dom and sub dynamics and especially switching. Your pleasure and comfort always come first for him

How do they take care of you? Kento is such a sweet and observant person that he always just knows what you need, sometimes before you even know it. He’s always calm to help you stay calm and adores providing you with acts of service when his words fail him. Despite his own doubts in his communication skills, he is still very good and mature with his words when he does use them.

How do you take care of them? You take care of him by making sure he knows he’s loved and by making sure he doesn’t work too hard. The man is a workaholic and functions off of doing what’s right, even to his own detriment. So you make it your job to make sure he learns when to rest and to accept that he is loved and that he’s doing good for the world. He also tends to blame himself a lot for the past and you ensure he knows it’s not his fault.

How do they view you? Nanami views you as the embodiment of beauty. He thinks you’re gorgeous inside and out, and that you just exude such a warm energy that never fails to comfort him. You fill his heart in ways that he didn’t know was possible and he’s so happy to have you.

Something random they do Hits the standing person emoji pose unintentionally. Don't get me wrong he's very elegant still, but when he spaces out a bit, he just puts his hands at his side. When you start laughing at him for it, telling him he looks like the emoji, he stands even more aggressively straight, making you copy him and laugh harder while he tries not to laugh as well.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

One sentence to sum them up Edgelord with a good heart (NOT CANON)

Some adjectives/descriptors Stoic, possessive, grumpy, loving, soft only for loved ones

Typa guy/gal/person to… Typa guy to get mildly annoyed with you when you try to tie up his hair into pigtails, put stickers on him, do his nails, or do his skincare. BUT, will always let you do it and will always keep it the way you’ve done it, he actually quite likes when you clean up his nails and paint them black. He also keeps all the stickers you give him on his laptop and enjoys doing face masks with you.

How do they react to your firsts? (kisses, dates, etc.) Interestingly, Sukuna probably seems like he’s not even interested in you when you first start dating, but he keeps asking to meet you. You’ll definitely see him blush and freeze up when you hold hands or kiss because he wants you so badly but doesn’t know what to do.

NSFW dynamic? Soft dom but has hard kinks. He would never hurt you so he makes sure to check what you like before you do anything. If you’re also into doing it rough though… He’ll show you a glorious time.

How do they take care of you? Sukuna knows he doesn’t come off as the most doting and outwardly kind person and he doesn’t think it’s something that will change. But, he does know that if he’s not putting energy into doing all that, he’s putting 100% of his energy into showing you how much he loves you. He’s always trying to help you how he knows best. He’ll always run errands for you, pay for things, gives you lots of cuddles and massages, and he’ll never ever be late.

How do you take care of them? You take care of him by really targeting that soft spot he has for you, hoping that you can continue to soften up the tough man. He definitely represses his emotions a lot since he feels the expectation to always be strong, and in classic man-fashion, decides to bottle things up. You ensure he has a space to be himself around you and to learn and test how to communicate and accept that he’s loved.

How do they view you? Sukuna tends to look down on humans most of the time and you can’t deny that a lot of humans are quite stupid. But, with you and only a handful of others, he feels a different energy. You feel so whole to him, you’re well rounded and just so perfect. You’re smart, funny, and so loving to everyone around you.

Something random they do Most definitely punches and beefs your plushies on your shared bed. Most of the time he doesn’t even say anything as he does it. Just gives them a solid punch, maybe even grabs it and slams it into the bed a few times, leaving the filling inside the plush a little deformed. You always just ask him “why” and most of the time he responds with a last little punch to it, but sometimes he’ll say “cause they get to sleep with you when I’m not home.”

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[nebbyy]

King Baldwin IV x reader - I’ll be waiting for you

A/N: Well, how could I not make another fic for King Baldwin when the other one I made is my most liked post yet, so I decided to write this little pieceee. Sooo I guess I should warn y'all that this one will be a little less historically accurate (not that the first one was that great of a historical piece but you get the idea). Oh and as usual, this fic came into my mind the moment I saw the painting just below (which is "the Reconciliation of the Montagues and Capulets Over the Dead Bodies of Romeo andJuliet" by sir Frederic Leighton)Now enough chatting, more King Baldwin brainrot. 

Summary: in a desperate attempt to protect his kingdom after having punished Reynald de Chatillon, the king is exhausted and the long ride has increasingly worsened his already wary condition. Once he’s escorted back to the palace, his loving wife wastes no time to reunite with her beloved husband.

Warnings: kinda angsty (no happy ending tbh), vague descriptions of Baldwin’s illness related wounds. Also, reader specifically described as female.

Word count: 3209

You sat on your throne, high and proud like the royalty you were. But under the facade of your noble confidence, you felt small. Smaller than ever, actually, as the yelling of all the men in front of you filled the air and rose up to the open sky. With a simple, reckless act, Reynald de Chatillon and Guy de Lusignan had just screwed years of efforts that King Baldwin had spent trying to maintain that delicate peace that required so many lives and time to build. All washed away from the raging river that were Reynald and Guy. 

While the two men tried to defend their senseless attack, backed by a substantial group of men, another opposing group shouted at them, berating them for the offense they had given not only to Saladin but also to Jerusalem itself.

You sigh, fighting the urge to cover your ears, and curl into your own body; you opt to just turn your head and look at your beloved husband. He looked to be in a similar state as you were: although his face was now fully covered -a means of hiding the decaying state of his leprosy-ridden body- his head was bent with weary alertness, like a hawk watching its prey from a distance. You watched his body, languidly seated on his much larger throne, the only sitting position that brought him no discomfort, though it looked almost more like he was about to lie down. 

It broke your heart to see how that disease had ravaged Baldwin's body, in recent years more and more. To see him there, on the same throne on which he once sat tall and proud, while now he barely had the strength to stay upright. And you knew he was thinking the very same thing.

You were about to open your mouth, whisper something to him, anything, in order to shake him out of his thoughts and that chaotic situation, but you were interrupted in your actions by an official, who rushed to the king's side, handing him a scroll. His bandaged hands clumsily opened the scroll, and you found salvation from the noise of the room by concentrating on watching Baldwin read carefully. You watched his eyes, blue as the sky and like the waves of the sea that brought you to the Holy Land, now covered with a pale glassy glaze. 

You frowned when you heard Baldwin freeze in place, even his sitting became more erect, as if a cube of ice had slid down his back. With his gaze still fixed on the words written in that letter, he merely raised his hand slightly, a clear sign of his will.

"SILENCE!" his guard's shout resounded through the hall, overpowering the furious shouts of the men who had been barking at each other for hours now. They all turned to look at the king; their faces, a few moments ago darkened and wrinkled with anger, were now smooth and relaxed, their eyebrows raised in astonishment at their king's order. Funny, you thought, how these men because of your husband's condition sometimes simply forget how much power he possessed over them. Before it was as if he wasn't even in the room, and they were all playing at being great leaders, now there they were, staring at him, motionless as statues, submissive as ants. You curled your nose discreetly, your face a mixture of disgust and contempt. Pathetic, you thought.

After what seemed like an eternity, Baldwin finally looked up at the crowd in front of him, finally revealing what it was that had shocked him so much. "Saladin has crossed the Jordan with 200000 men," silence fell, and you felt your body going numb. Your ears seemed muffled, you could barely perceive what was happening around you. At that moment you felt so much fear for your kingdom, and concern for Baldwin and what this impending attack would cost him.

And anger, against those two fools who out of sheer vanity had endangered the lives of all the inhabitants of Jerusalem. They had put Jerusalem itself at risk; they had put Baldwin at risk.

I was brought to attention by Baldwin, who was struggling to pull himself up from his throne, walking toward his most trusted man. "We must meet him before he reaches Kerak. I will lead the army," your husband's voice was hushed and soft, so that only the man in front of him could hear. But it did not escape your ears, the implication those words had: Baldwin wants to stop Saladin, and he wants to do it himself. But this could cost him his life. 

You couldn't stop yourself; you jumped up from your seat, eyes wide in an expression somewhere between fear and surprise. Baldwin turned to look at you, the woman who always took his breath away at the mere sight of how beautiful she was. You did not fail to have that effect on him again this time, but not because of your beauty: in your eyes he saw your terror, that this was the last time you would see him alive. They hypnotized him, and begged him in a silent prayer not to leave, to give up this plan, have an ambassador sent, anyone else. Hell, let him send Guy himself to intercept the Saracen, let him be beheaded and his murder settle the account that he himself opened. But the storm of emotion in your eyes contrasted with the gentle stream of emotion flowing from your eyes

But the storm of emotions in your eyes contrasted with the gentle stream of emotions flowing from Baldwin's eyes, barely visible because of the cover concealing his tortured face. He too, through them, was silently pleading with you: but he was asking you to trust, to let go and follow his plan, to try to forget for at least a moment all the warnings the Physicians had given him over the years.

Eventually, you relented, turning your gaze away and opting to stare at a random spot in the corner of the room. Baldwin gave a silent sigh and closed his eyes for a moment, a sign of gratitude, although you could not see it. He turned to the men of his court, and with the little strength his body afforded him, he spoke in a loud, determined voice: "Assemble the army and protect the city."

All this reminded you of the last time Baldwin fought Saladin: he had barely completed his seventeenth year, and young and still full of life, he was ready to ride against the invincible Saracen king. But on that day God had been more merciful. He had granted you, if nothing else, one last night to spend with your husband, had given you the gift of a minimum of time to ensure that you bid Baldwin a proper farewell before he met what could well have been his end. Instead this time, you barely had time to briefly remove the thick veil from his face to give him a fleeting kiss and exchange a handful of words. You fought back the tears as you looked at him, opting instead to bring your hand to his cheek, the flesh of his lip having receded and decayed to such an extent that it had receded down to his cheek, eventually turning into a long scar that protruded down to his cheekbone.

"Let me go with you, I will wait for you at the castle of Reynald de Chatillon-" "No. It is too dangerous. If things go wrong with the negotiations, I don't want you or my sisters anywhere near that man." It was not often that Baldwin interrupted you while you were speaking. He respected you too much to not allow you to finish your sentences, so the fact that he did just now spoke of how important this was to him. 

"Then promise me you’ll come back to me. Safe and sound." He snorted softly, giving a hint of smile before copping his face with his hardened hands, "You know I can’t promise it." You know that, but that blatant honesty of his, which you always loved so much, was not what you wanted at the time. No, you wanted reassurance, no matter how truthful, no matter how worthless his promises may be at the end of the day, You need that fleeting distraction that mitigates the fear that’s been eating you from the inside since Baldwin put on his armor. May you risked never seeing him again.

"Please just say it." Your voice came out much softer than you meant, almost less than a whisper, perhaps because of the knot in your throat, which threatened to break free carrying a river of tears. For a moment he remained silent, turning suddenly his face towards the voice of a nobleman who called him from the entrance of his room, but did not even dignify him with an answer. After all, his attention was completely turned to his world. To you. Before I answered you, I drew your head to his with my hands, so that I could place his forehead against yours. Finally, he spoke softly, in that loving tone that he reserved only for you: "Then I promise you that I will return to you in no more than three days, and when I return I will be victorious, and I will be riding."

After that, that moment between the two of you, which so much looked like a heartbreaking farewell, lasted just before Baldwin had to go to his horse to guide his men to the enemy.

And it wasn’t long before the harsh reality became clear to you: he had lied to you. Not maliciously, of course, you were the one who begged him to say those words after all. But the fact is that three days became four, that news of the army of Jerusalem had not come any more, that the last thing you heard of your husband was that only the ride had already tried his weakened body.

Another day passed, then another, and at the dawn of the fourth day since his absence you felt your heart sink. Had something happened to him? Had the negotiations failed? What if his illness had suddenly got the better of him? Or worse, Saladin and his men had shot him, stabbed him, or yet again captured and publicly executed,…

Your mind began to spiral into an ocean of possible reasons behind this delay, and you swore that your breathing had finally stopped once and for all when a messenger on horseback arrived at the palace, frantically dismounting from his steed to rush into the throne room and bring you the message: "The negotiations were successful, but the king is in critical condition! He is returning to Jerusalem on a canopy," you dismissed the man with a slight wave of your hand, so weak that you almost looked numbed; Baldwin's advisors began to chatter, but the background murmur of their murmurs did not seem to reach your ears. No, your attention was elsewhere; it was entirely on your husband.

You took your leave of the court, hurrying to your rooms. There, like a hawk waiting impatiently for prey to feed on, you perched on the balcony overlooking the city below you, on the walls from which not many days ago Baldwin had emerged leading the army.

It was there that you began to think again, this time with a clearer mind as you knew that at least Baldwin was alive and on his way home. On his way to you. Still, this whole situation reminded you of when you were only sixteen years old, and you stood on that balcony as you do now, waiting to see Baldwin return on his horse. And on that day, when he was visible to the naked eye, and your eyes met, you saw all the life and strength of one who had just defeated the greatest enemy of his time. At that moment, he seemed almost immortal to you: he looked like a god riding proudly, leading the thousands of men behind him towards their home.

How unfair fate is, to cut short his life so early. His physicians gave him no more than thirty years, but that time seemed to you to be shortened even more when you finally caught sight of his canopy. There he lay, sprawled and motionless like a dead body, surrounded by the soft cushions and riders on either side of his transport.

Just two years ago such a journey would not have fatigued him in the least; now he was risking his life just by riding a horse. Your eyes threatened to fill with tears thinking about how much he had loved riding a horse, and now he found himself bedridden, unable in his passions. You wasted no time running through the palace corridors, eager to reach your beloved as soon as possible.

One turn to the right, then another, then down the steps, and finally straight to the palace doors, where the finely decorated canopy led the love of your life.

You rushed to his side, gently taking his mutilated hand in yours while the other stroked his masked face. He breathed faintly, his eyes closed as he tried to regain his strength after his disease had dealt him this last bludgeon. Feeling your gentle touch, Baldwin's eyes fluttered open, his glassy eyes the color of heaven meeting yours.

"You've been reckless, my love. Putting your life at risk just to do the job of a messenger!" you scolded him, but Baldwin only smiled fondly at your words. "I promised you I would've come back. And that I did, alive too." Although his voice was so weak that it sounded more like a huff of air rather than a sentence, its tone was still laced with playfulness.

It made you unable to resist the smile that was threatening to form on your lips; you did not grace him with an answer yet, opting instead to move your hand to remove the silver mask from his face. You could see his surprised and relieved expression, as he was now finally able to breathe more freely and to look at you properly. He breathed in the sight of you, almost as if trying to take in as much of you as he could. "I can't tell if it's the travel or the sight of you that takes my breath away."

You just smiled bitterly and shook your head at his silly declarations, "It must be the ride, it has tired you so much that it's making you speak nonsense." he giggled weakly, much more tiredly this time, almost as if he was about to doze off. But he fought the tiredness nonetheless, opting to just shake his head and admire you with a lovestruck look. "Maybe I am hallucinating, I think I'm seeing heaven above me."

It was supposed to be a compliment that would've made you giggle and blush, like the ones that he showered you with daily. But instead, it made your heart clench at the bare idea of it. The idea that this would be his last moments before the energies spent for this expedition would be too much for him to handle, and God will reclaim his most virtuous man. It made your throat tighten, and your lower lip tremble.

You tried to hide your troubled state, moving your hand quickly to the curve of his neck. There, you placed a soft, butterfly-like kiss on the little places of skin that haven't been mutilated and bloodied by the leprosy. You kissed him one more time, then another, and another again..

In the end, you lost count of how many kisses you had given him, in a desperate attempt to mend your premature grief, to ground yourself in the feeling that Baldwin is there. He is alive. Yet the feeling of his skin against yours, of his chest rising up and down and his arms weakly holding your soft body, it wasn't enough to stop the tears to start flowing down your cheeks.

And that didn't go unnoticed to Baldwin, who mustered all his strength left to hold you just a little tighter. "Have my words upset you?" you sniffled, trying to recollect yourself before lifting your head to look into his eyes. "No, my dear, you could never. I just-" you stopped for a second, trying to swallow down the lump that had formed in your throat, "promise me this is the last time. Please, tell me that you will stop this nonsense. Let your trusted men handle these matters, command your man like a king not a general!" your hands had moved to his arms, a gesture to both ground yourself and to accentuate just how desperate you were in that moment, only wanting him to just listen.

"I beg of you, my love, stay here. Where you can rest. We both know that you don't have much more time left to live, so stop doing everything in your power to shorten it anymore." A sob slipped from your mouth at the last part. It truly astonished you how careless he seemed about his own condition, almost as if he forgot that any move could be the death of him.

He frowned and sighed at your words, squeezing your forearms softly before he spoke softly. This time though his tone was clearer, less weakened by the outcomes of the past days. "I already spoke to the physician about this: I have no choice, my angel. I'll be bound to my bed until a miracle will better my condition, or until death will take me."

You shut your eyes in relief, resting your forehead against his and sighing shakily, trying to recompose yourself. "I can't live in a world without you.."

"God will give us more time. I promise I won't leave you as long as I breathe on this earth. And. when my time will be over and there will be no future for us in this life, I'll be waiting for you in heaven, if I'll be granted the blessing of a place next to you there."

Not too long after, the physicians that Saladin had promised him arrived at the palace, and you were assisted as they tended to Baldwin's many wounds caused by his sickness. More than the sight of the gruesome pieces of open flesh, what appalled you was just how numb his body had become, so much so that he did not even feel their hands and tools working into his skin. It made you wonder wether or not he even felt your kisses from before.

And you make yourself that same question months later, when you place one last kiss into his forehead as he slept soundly before going to bed yourself, only to wake up to a cold body beside you. You wonder if he ever got to feel that last gesture of love before God had finally claimed him.

You only found solace in the thought that Baldwin would be resting in the realms of heaven above your head, contrary to what the Saracens believe.

A/N: Wowww this gets more fun by the day!! King Baldwin will probably always be my favorite character to write for. He’s my muse. As always ill be waiting for your feedbacks!!!

Oh and also, be prepared in the future for more fics waiting to be posted, I’ve got about ten that are just waiting for the right time to come to light, and many more will come in the future since I’m really finding it therapeutic to write.

[parkerflix]

— when he sees me

jeremiah fisher x gn!reader

genre: angst (lol)

synopsis: loving jeremiah fisher was hard. especially when he’s in love with someone else.

wc: 1.05k

part of the 1k celebration!

loving jeremiah fisher was always hard. you had only eyes for him, and you knew he only had eyes for belly. you tried desperately to distance yourself from those feelings, knowing you were putting more weight on your interactions with him.

every glance, every moment spent with him you ended up analyzing, trying to figure out if he felt even a fraction of what you felt. more often than not, you had to convince yourself that you were correct.

it felt like a bucket of ice had landed on top of your head when conrad and you came from his fina. seeing belly and jeremiah kiss knowing both you and conrad could come out at any moment made you stomach drop. it was the harsh wake up call that you needed.

conrad had interrupted them, and it all blurred in the background, your thoughts getting louder and overpowering. conrad took you away from them, taking you instead to help pack up his room.

you felt jealous, sadness and anger. belly wasn’t supposed to be with you guys. it was a last minute addition, and you felt jealous of her. she had the attention and affection of both fisher boys, while you pined over the younger fisher. it felt like a movie where she was the protagonist, and you just ended up being a unimportant side character.

the car ride with everyone was uncomfortable, and you tried blocking it out by putting in headphones. the cat’s movements made you drowsy, and it wasn’t until conrad slightly shook you awake that you noticed that you guys had stopped at a motel.

the atmosphere between the 4 of you seemed tense, and you felt out of place with their love triangle. they all bickered about the bed situation, and you felt as if the room was closing in on you.

running out of the room, you gasped for a breath and took a seat next to the vending machines. a tear rolled on your cheek and you hastily wiped it off, not wanting to let your guard down.

your name was called, and you looked up to see jeremiah standing there.

“are you okay?”

you nodded and took in a deep breath.

“yeah. i’m okay.”

he eyed you as if he didn’t fully believe you.

“are you sure? you ran out of there pretty quickly. i’m sorry if you feel like you’re in the middle of this whole thing—”

you squeezed your eyes shut and waved him off.

“it’s fine.”

“i know it’s an unfair position to be in, being stuck with all of us especially when belly and i-”

you stood up and balled your fists, letting your nails dig into the palms of your hands.

“jeremiah. i said it’s fine. can you drop it?”

you never were short with him, and it caught him off guard.

“what’s with you? are you upset at me too?”

you exhaled and your eyes darted everywhere but his face.

“it’s nothing. i don’t want to talk about it.”

“cmon, you’re my best friend. are you mad because we didn’t tell conrad?”

of course. he thought you were mad for conrad’s sake.

“no, jere but seriously drop it.”

“i wanna know what i did though! i cant stand you being mad at me.”

you felt like you were going to throw up, the words escaping you before you could react.

“i’m upset because of the kiss.”

your eyes widened and jeremiah stood there with a confused look.

“the kiss? it wasn’t intentional that conrad would see, he sort of just—”

“god! it’s not about conrad! why do you assume my feelings are about conrad? it’s because you kissed her.”

“it’s because i kissed her? what does that even mean?”

you sighed and slumped your shoulders. you knew you couldn’t run and hide from it like you always did, and you weren’t even sure if you wanted to.

loving jeremiah fisher was hard, and you were tired of it being one sided. you wanted to be free of your feelings for the curly-haired fisher, wanting to just be his friend without analyzing his every move.

“i love you jeremiah. i have for a long time. so yeah i’m upset because you kissed her.”

“i-”

“do you know how hard it is to be your friend but be in love with you? do you realize seeing you look at her the same way i look at you kills me? no. you don’t. because everything is about conrad and how he feels and how belly feels and how you feel. i cant keep doing this to myself. it’s not fair.”

“doing what?” his words came out like a whisper, so faint that if you weren’t standing face to face you wouldn’t have heard him.

“this” you gestured between the two of you “this friendship. i cant do this anymore. at least not right now. it hurts too much.”

he was silent, mouth shut and his eyes holding a swirl of emotions.

“listen. i’m going to go back into the room, and i’ll take the bed with conrad. he’s aware of how i feel, and it’s just gonna be easier. we’ll talk in the morning.”

you pushed past him, and walked back to the room. pulling conrad to the side you kept him up to speed, ignoring the obvious longing and jealous look belly was giving you. it felt ironic that she was jealous of you when you were nothing but jealous of her.

the rest of the night went with you ignoring both belly and jeremiah. curling into conrad’s side, you finally let the tears fall silently and soak his shirt. he wrapped his arms around you, the two of you understanding how the other felt.

come morning, you quickly got ready and dressed before everyone else was up. getting out of the room you quickly found cell service and ordered an uber.

the car came for you quickly and you climbed in, making sure you had all your bags. you sent a text to conrad letting him know you left early for home and to not tell the others and turned your messages on mute.

putting your headphones in, you finally let yourself really cry, leaning your head against the window.

loving jeremiah fisher was hard, but you knew getting over him would be harder.

[jeonginsdiary]

Part two for the stretching fic!

Lee: Seungmin

Ler(s): Minho (+ a tiny bit of Chan)

TW // THIS IS ABOUT TICKLING SO IF THIS IS NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA FEEL FREE TO SCROLL ☕️

Based off of this old live!

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A Bunny’s Vengeance

“Stop touching my feet!” Seungmin complained as Felix would not stop latching his fingers on to the area. It didn’t really bother him, but his cheeks were heating up at the thought of this being on live with thousands of people watching.

Felix only laughed, removing his hands just to put them back on minutes later. Eventually, Seungmin gave up and allowed the older to do so. It’s not like anything bad would happen, right?

After a while, the vocalist had relaxed, almost forgetting about Yongbok who rubbed his hands along his ankles and feet.

That was until the deep voiced boy brought his hands up to curl his fingers underneath Seungmin’s toes.

Letting out a sharp squeal, the younger pulled his leg back, a wide smile etched on his face. “Don’t do that!” He whined, bringing his leg back only for Felix to repeat the same motion on the ball of his foot. “Stahap!” He couldn’t help but giggle, face flushing bright pink after all of the members had turned their attention to him.

Minho smirked. “Is someone too ticklish?” He teased, making his way over to the younger and pouncing on top of Seungmin no matter how much he resisted. Pinning him to the bed, he wasted no time in massaging his fingers into the vocalists lower sides. Satisfied with the screech produced by the boy as he grabbed at the older’s invading hands. “I think so~” Lee Know cooed.

“Stahahap hyung! We’re on live!” Seungmin felt his cheeks flush red in embarrassment.

“Make me.” Minho deadpanned, reaching down to the younger boy’s hips and kneading into them. A scream ripped from the vocalists throat, loud laughter following.

“Gehet off of me yohou asshole!” Seungmin snapped through his hysterics, receiving wide eyes and warnings from the rest of his members.

All it took was for Minho to give Jisung a single glance. It was like they were telepathic because Han seemed to understand what the older wanted. In a matter of seconds, Seungmin’s arms were ripped from his sides, where he was so desperately trying to cover himself. “Stop! Don’t come any closer guys!” The vocalist nearly begged. But it was too late.

Without warning, Chan poked into his ribs for fun. Making sure to press in deep for Seungmin’s adorable high pitched laughter.

“Should we help him?” Jeongin asked, watching the older crumble under the two pairs of hands tickling him. After all, he had been in that position for what felt like a million times.

“Yehehehes! Hehelp me- AGH!”

To shut him up, Minho decided to stick a finger into his navel, poking and scratching the area. “

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Seungmin couldn’t help but scream out. Though, the vocalist was somewhat relieved when Chan left his ribs alone in favor of reading STAYS comments.

Lee Know glared at the maknae. “If you help him, you’re getting it even worse. And he’s already gonna get it pretty bad for calling me an asshole.”

Jeongin felt shivers down his spine. “Sorry hyung…” He nervously giggled, choosing to hide behind Changbin who would probably protect him if one of the members decided to launch a tickle attack.

“This is what you get for tickling me yesterday!” The dancer crab pinched up and down the younger’s vulnerable sides with his first three fingers.

“Ahahahahaha! It’s nohot my fault yohou were stretching!” Seungmin bit back, trying to pull himself up when the pinching moved down to his lower sides.

The rest of the members all oohed at Lee Know.

“No way Seungmin was able to tickle you! Normally you overpower him.” Yongbok laughed from the other bed. Receiving mumbles of agreement from the boys.

The second oldest could feel his ears heating up. “Shut up! Changbin was holding me down, what was I supposed to do!” He retorted, the urge to wreck Seungmin growing even more at how embarrassed he was.

“Yohohou were cute thohohough,” The victim said truthfully, loving how Minho glared at him with a blush spreading across his face.

Lee Know was mortified! Especially with however many people were watching this live right now…

“I’m gonna kill you.”

And with that said, the dancer brought his elbow down, rubbing it into the boy’s hip. Seungmin squealed, arching his back and tugging at his restrained arms.

“NOHOHOHO! WHAHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOING! DOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T!” The poor boy went ballistic. To be fair, out of all the tactics Minho used to tickle him, he never used this one. It was strange, but, nonetheless, extremely sensitive.

“Does it tickle?” The older smiled. “I didn’t know if it would, but by the looks of it, you’re going crazy!” Lee Know brought his elbow up to Seungmin’s protruding ribs, using the same method that nearly killed the boy.

“NOOOOOHOHOHO!” The vocalist slammed back down from his arched position, twisting around in feeble attempts to escape.

“You can’t go anywhere~” The older teased, watching as Seungmin’s laughter eventually silenced. He kicked around, throwing his head back with the cutest smile etched onto his face.

Not being able to beg, or even pull his arms down, he did the only thing he could think of. Mouthing the words “please” over and over again, he hoped Minho would take the message.

And sure enough, the older boy made out the desperate, yet silent, begging of the younger. “Hey, you were teasing me for mouthing words but now you’re doing it!” But once again, the dancer was met with a ton of teases from his members.

“How bad did Seungmin get you? I’ve never seen you beg silently! I thought you were too mighty and cool for that,” Hyunjin cooed while Lee Know’s humiliation grew.

And so did his determination to not stop.

After Minho didn’t let up, Jisung released the vocalist’s arms out of pity. Maybe Seungmin would feel a little better with some freedom.

Just as expected, the moment the younger could, his arms shot down. He clawed at Minho’s elbow that would not stop massaging so ticklishly into his lower ribs.

And finally, his voice came back. “NONONONONOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Seungmin arched his back as high as he could, just to come crashing down.

“Aw~ Can Minnie not handle it?” Lee Know teased, but he was not expecting the younger to do what he did next…

Quickly, Seungmin reached his now freed hand down, slipping it into what he assumed to be the older’s belly button and pushing in as deep as he could.

“do-OOOON’T!” Minho jumped back, shoving that evil finger away from his navel. “Okay okay, I’m done! Don’t tickle me!” He moved away from the boy.

“They’re finished now,” Chan told the camera, pulling the younger into his lap and holding him there to prevent any further tickle attacks.

“You started this!” The vocalist scowled at Felix, playfully shoving at him with his foot. The deep voiced boy only grinned, happy that he got to see Seungmin’s big smile.

And just like that, the rest of the live continued normally. But not without Seungmin and Minho throwing each other joking glares and an occasional poking contest to see who could hold out longest…

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I’m doneee

Please tell me you guys get the elbow thing omg😭😭

If you don’t get it it’s like using your elbow and rubbing it on someone IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN

Stay healthy!

[purble-turble]

How hilarious is it tho that now that Prince Red has broken up with MK it could theoretically be a reverse of the earliest dynamic. Like i absolutely could see MK being confused and probably upset that Red isn't 'over' the whole thing because- seemingly (not really tho) everyone else is since it's not like he ACTUALLY died or anything

I could see him fully like 'okay so Red's pissed at me, I GUESS that makes sense since he's always freaking out over me being safe and all, but i can like, get him some flowers or something and say sorry for prioritizing the world and everyone i love over myself i guess (which feels dumb bc its the world but whatever) before i understood what would have actually happened (It's not like if i'd known i would have ACTUALLY done it but whatever again)'

and then whomp door slammed in his face when one of Red's friends answers. and ohhh no now its his turn to do the chasing

That’s a great idea! I mean, MK would for sure be sad at first, but he’s also got the overpowering need to just make things go back to normal. That’s not new, he’s felt that way for a few seasons now, tbh, and Prince Red has become part of his normal. So.. yeah, he’s gonna come back. He has to! Red will stop being mad eventually and they can patch things up and go back to how things are supposed to be.

Thing is, MK definitely doesn’t understand what he’s done wrong. Not really. He was trying to save everybody! He’s a hero! It’s what he does! Plus, he came back out of the pillar and everything was fine in the end! That should be enough to fix things, right? Anyway, MK is probably willing to apologize even though he doesn’t REALLY think he’s wrong.

He ends up doing just as you said- he goes to find Prince Red back at the Fiery Mountains Palace, the place where not all that long ago the prince was so desperate to get MK to move to so they could be together, and he knocks on the huge stone gate with some flowers in his hand, hoping to win the prince back. The first time he definitely gets the door slammed in his face by Red’s advisors who don’t really want them to get back together… the next few times it’s harder to turn him away. I’m sure eventually the prince would relent and give him an audience when he was so adamant about speaking to him. Perhaps he’s willing to apologize and admit he was wrong? …..Well. Not so much the second part, unfortunately.

It does end up being a reverse of the situation from season 1 for these guys. MK is desperate to win over Prince Red and get him to move back in with him in the city, and Prince Red insists that that is NOT going to happen. Of course, the trouble of rejecting someone that you definitely still have feelings for is that it’s kind of hard to be forceful enough for it to stick… honestly, just seeing MK again almost makes Red give in. He misses him so so much, and he wants to be with him again.. but then he is reminded of that sacrifice and the hurt comes back even worse every time he thinks of it. So he tells MK that he’s… not ready. Or he’s still upset. Never an outright rejection. Never uses the word never. He can’t bring himself to, even if he thinks it sometimes in those darker moments of pain.

And so, MK keeps trying. Perhaps futilely, but perhaps not. There’s definitely time for him to consider how he hurt Red and come up with an actual, real apology. Maybe even resolve to change his behavior going forward… but whether he will or not is up in the air.

[cheetahgirlju]

The Mr. Darcy Standard

Every night, my friends and I spend a good amount of time discussing numerous topics. One of our top conversations last night still lingers in my head. The topic of standards. Growing up on romantic movies like Pride and Prejudice has lifted the bar. Men don’t act like they did in the early 2000s films. They don't chase you around New York begging for your attention. They don't fall in love with you so hard that they have to outburst their feelings in the rain because their love has become too overpowering. It's so disappointing how through time women have had to lower their standards to achieve the most average men.

You're telling me Noah built Allie a house after not seeing her for years, wrote her a letter every day for a year, and waited for her, but my first date was walking to Jack in the Box and the liquor store. I'm not asking for the world, I'm just asking for a decent feeling of actual attraction to males. I know how annoying it is to get the ick for every man. As Snookie said, “Guys are douchebags and I hate them all, they don't know how to deal with women, and that's why the lesbian rate is going up in this country.” I feel as though real love is only constructed by intellectual people, and how many intellectual men are left in the world?

I just want to feel wanted and yearned for. That may be corny but EVERYTHING is painted as corny nowadays. Maybe that's the reason it's so hard for men to be romantic. They probably fear embarrassment but maybe it'll be less embarrassing when you're really really in love. Sometimes I feel as if I'm the issue. Maybe my standards are too high but I fully believe that if someone like Nicholas Sparks can write ‘The Notebook’, then not all hope is lost.

I want the old timey type of love that feels as if it could last forever. I would gladly take what Mr. Big and Carrie had because even though they fought a lot, there was still genuine love there. I genuinely tear up thinking about the possibility of me being alone or even worse feeling alone. Growing up with nothing but toxic relationships as a guide for love, I now just want to know if it's real. I’m tired of boys, bring the men in.

I always try to see from a man’s point of view but I refuse to put myself in incompetent shoes. If The Notebook is unrealistic and I'll never achieve that level of love, even without the house, without the rain, without the letters, and without the book, I’m just talking about their love. Is that so unrealistic? Is love dead? I don’t care if this is corny because this topic spirals through my head constantly. I wonder if I'm wasting time. Will I ever love someone that deeply? I’m not desperate for just anyone. I'm desperate for that feeling, that's why I never have deep connections with men. Because why am I going to waste time with something I don’t deserve. I deserve to be wanted and pursued, but more than that I deserve the mixture of simplicity and complexity that comes with loving someone. Maybe I am desperate, let’s hope my longing will help me in the long haul.

This is just my personal diary and my personal manifestation book where I allow myself to have opinions and allow others to either agree or disagree. So I'll end this by asking if there are any real Mr. Darcy’s and Mr. Bigs out there. I'm not asking for the exact love they had, I'm just asking for their desperation and most importantly their intimacy. Complex and in love. I'll update if I ever get this lol or maybe i'm just delusional.

- By Me <3

[highladyjane]

Yes Elriel is so Healthy and full of passion when Azriel hasn't thought beyond his sexual fantasies ( he masturbated to headache powder 🤮 ) . You want Elain to be with a guy who thinks of her as only the third sister and doesn't even think about the consequences of Luciens Death On Elain ? Have you forgotten the part that Said mates would mad if their other half died ? And please don't start on the cauldron made them fake mates bullshit , the cauldron doesn't decide mates the Mother does 🙄

Thank you for your short rant and for being interested enough in my thoughts and opinion to warrant me with an Ask 😊

I don't really know which of my posts this directly pertains to, so I will just assume it's because I'm generally pro-Elriel. I do like Lucien as a character though, I just simply don't ship him with Elain.

Knowing myself, this will end up longer than intended since this did spark a bit of reflection for me, so I will try to stay as relevant and short as I possibly can 😅 So, to actually answer your Ask...

1. Ehm, it's not the headache powder he's masturbating to 😆 It's who gave it and what it might imply: that Elain sees him too, as well as the hope and possibilities of her liking him back after him being in love with someone else for 500 years who never returned his feelings. Hopefully, you've had the experience of fantasizing about a crush sometime? Sometimes feelings can be so consuming that one's fantasies simply strays to the explicit. We wouldn't have the ACOTAR books if it wasn't for those kind of fantasies. Also, in no way do I find Elriel "full of passion" since they haven't even got a chance to act on said passion - which is why Azriel chooses to please himself through thoughts of her instead of actually going down to a pleasure hall and a series of other women and the consequences of that... Which for you is more healthy? Are we going to ignore the times Nesta and Cassian masturbated to the thought of each other too? I don't even want to go down the path of what Nesta did in the start of her story (nor about her very particular "daydream" at that) because she thought she didn't deserve Cassian... Though I think it's what led to Nesta and Az having such a great understanding of each other too, btw 😊

2. I think Azriel knows of the consequences of what will happen (he should at least be old enough to know lol) which is why he's trying to avoid Elain and acting on his feelings for her. He knows what a mating bond implies. But he's questioning why he didn't get the third sister because he's clearly feeling a sort of pull towards that third sister specifically (not necessarily implying a bond here). He just hasn't planned for what will happen if Elain actually acts on/chooses him, because he doesn't think she will and because he doesn't think he deserves her. I don't think he'd ever kill Lucien just because; but what I think he asserts is that if it were to come to it, he would have the right to defend himself, Elain's choice, and be the one to walk away from it (remember Az vs Eris+Beron at the HL meeting and who overpowered who? + Feyre musing about Lucien in comparison to the Illyrians?) so it's not Lucien he's worried about. I'd think he'd even let Lucien win just to avoid whatever it might cause Elain and because he has enough self-loathing and insecurities for it. But I reeeeeally doubt it will come to that, since it doesn't feel like Lucien's too desperate or to keen on keeping the bond either. I mean, I can see him being upset, but he seems to feel equally "shackled" in the situation since he "can't even stand to be in the same room as her for more than two minutes" (ACOFAS ch. 18). From what Lucien's shown, he's been respectful enough about the distance between him and Elain, so I think, especially considering the connection of this plot to what his mother went through, he'd be respectful of what Elain chooses too - even if the hurt or bond might affect them both for the rest of their lives. I think he'd want true love for himself too, and not just a bond "that sometimes picks poorly[...] and is nothing more than some pre-ordained guesswork as to who will provide the strongest off-spring[...] not an indication of true, paired souls.". Also, they haven't even accepted the bond, so it's not really like Feysand level yet, and I'm not completely sure how that would affect one if the other were to die... I mean, Lucien hasn't even reacted or mentioned anything about what it felt like when Elain was taken... But someone else did 👀 I do hope that's explored in the next book somehow.

3. Ehhm... Well... Azriel questioned the Cauldron, not the Mother. Also to quote Rhys in ACOWAR Ch. 24: "Many mated pairs will try to make it work believing the Cauldron selected them for a reason". So it is the Cauldron being questioned here - and guess what CC3 confirmed 👀. I don't think Elain and Lucien are fake mates, but I'm open to the theories about it. I don't even want Elain and Azriel to be mates. I just like them together because their feelings have had a chance to grow more organically, so it feels more natural for Elain to choose him, and that Az will finally get chosen after all that he's been through (Mor + his family + the things he did for Elain etc.). To me, he's worthy. If she chooses Lucien, then I need a really good set-up for it - one that's even better than what Elriel already has imo. And most importantly, one without her losing her agency. I actually want Elain to choose to explore her bond with Lucien, just to see what it's like and what could be since it will create more angst 😆. I think she's slowly but steadily moving on from the Cauldron incident, enough to forgive him even though it wasn't directly his fault. But I don't think it too necessary, since I wouldn't want to be forced to interact, settle, or love someone I simply don't want to be with. I've personally been in that situation too many times. Love can surely grow, but it cannot be forced if it isn't there to begin with, whether or not you already have your heart set on someone else.

Lucien wants and deserves someone who (to quote himself from ACOWAR Ch. 24:) readily loves him "without question, without hesitation" and who will choose him back. Just like Jesminda did - despite the implications and consequences, and it was why he'd loved her. I want to see Lucien with someone who's a bit more like what he himself seem to prefer prior to the bond that "was thrown at him" - the kind of people he's consistently got along and chosen to be with. Elain is too polite and soft for him and he's known for liking people who snaps back, who teases and taunts him - like Feyre, who he got close to because she never balked from him nor from doing just that... And Vassa sounds similar to Jesminda in spirit (wild and free etc.) and he's actively choosing to live with her... Maybe Elain has some of those traits in her too, she seems to be growing some claws after all. But does she have to change herself just to fit into his type just because of their bond; or can she continue to stay in her essence with someone who already likes her for her even without a bond?

I do think Elain and Lucien can at least be friends and have a great understanding - they've both been dragged through everything after all (Elain with her sisters, Lucien with Tamlin, and both by the baddies obvi) and just tried to make the best out of everything despite both not being the most useful of people early in their stories, and both trying to rectify themselves. So they have that in common at least... And I think that's left room for the growth and healing that Sarah's pertained to and that they'll have to face and address in the upcoming book(s). So whether it is about Elain or Lucien, I believe it will be about Choice, and what they both equally want and deserve. Which I think is True Love - despite any bonds.

I feel like this has gotten absolutely too long, so I'll stop here 😵‍💫😅 I hope my answers suffices your questions 😊

[prouvaireafterdark]

I meant when the interview occurs was that after they tried to kill Lestat.

So after they try to kill him louis leaves him???? Omgshhhh.

How does Lestat forgive him.

Okay BIG spoilers below so don't read if you don't want a full timeline of the big Louis and Lestat moments from the second half of the book:

Yeah so it's somewhere in the 1860's I wanna say that Claudia tries to kill him. They think she succeeded and dump his body in the swamp and Louis is pretty emotionally fucked up about it.

As they're preparing for their trip overseas to learn more about vampires, Lestat comes back, physically scarred and with a newly made fledgling he had been having an affair with, and kind of ambushes them. Later, Lestat insists he just wanted to talk, but in the moment Louis assumes the worst and they get into a physical fight and Louis ends up setting Lestat on fire.

They escape to the ship and leave the continent for Europe, and Louis thinks about him often as they travel and continue to find no other true vampires. There's a really sad, romantic line where he says that it was "as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him."

Later, Louis and Claudia meet a group of vampires at a theatre in Paris, led by a guy named Armand, who is very taken with Louis. When they discover that Louis and Claudia were responsible for their maker's death, though, which is really the only crime among vampires, they are abducted and brought to the catacombs under the theatre for punishment. Lestat is there and he's angry with Claudia and is desperate to talk to Louis, but he's also very physically weak and easily outwitted/overpowered by the other vampires who seal Louis in a coffin and execute Claudia, even though they had promised Lestat no harm would come to them.

Louis is obviously an absolute wreck when Armand releases him and it's when he sees Lestat clutching Claudia's dress with tears streaming down his face that he finds out Claudia is dead, and he kind of forgets all about Lestat for the moment as he takes his revenge.

He and Armand travel together for a long time, but Claudia's death has kind of extinguished the spark in Louis and Armand wants it back, so eventually he suggests they go to New Orleans, where he knows Lestat is still alive.

Louis is clear that he doesn't hate Lestat and wants to see him again so he tracks him down. Lestat is a shell of his former self, living in a run down house, more or less at the mercy of his new and irritated vampire fledglings, and surrounded by the corpses of animals he's killed because he's too weak to hunt properly. Lestat is overjoyed to see Louis and desperately wants him back, even begs him to stay this time, but after they talk Louis is overcome with weariness and ends up leaving him.

The interview happens years later in the 1970's, and during this time Lestat is sleeping/hibernating and is only awoken in 1984 by the power of rock music (yes I'm being 100% serious lol). When he wakes up, he finds out mortals know his name because of Louis' book.

As far as how Lestat can forgive him, he says in TVL that a lot of what Louis said in IWTV was a lie and that he hates him for those lies, but that his love for him is far greater than the hate. I mean, one of the main reasons he wrote his memoir in the first place is to say to Louis all the things he couldn't before, to give him an understanding of where he came from and how his trauma shaped him into the man Louis knew. At the end of the day, Louis is Lestat's person, and he's willing to forgive him anything.

Also, as much as I stan Lestat, he was an absolute bastard to Louis and Claudia for a long time and what they did to him was not unjustified.

[loominggaia]

Question: Is it possible for a genuinely good person to get into power in the Great Kingdoms or some other organization? Or would they just get assassinated or become corrupt and eat babies or something?

Much like in the real world, good-hearted people usually don't acquire much power. That's because in order to get power, you need to be willing to lie, cheat, and exploit others. You need to have a desire to be "above" others in the first place. And, once the power is obtained, it corrupts.

This is a big theme in the Looming Gaia series. Mr. Ocean talks about it pretty extensively. Here's a piece of dialogue from "Supply and Demand":

“We are all monsters in the making, my friend. It is power which corrupts, and I tell you from my own experience, it takes less than you think. It is an insidious thing, like a cancer that takes you from the inside. You cannot see it unless you are willing to tear yourself apart and exorcise it, or else it will quietly take your soul.” -Mr. Ocean

There is another element at play here too, and that's "perspective".

Mr. Ocean had good intentions when he formed the Oceanic Resistance. But as his power grew, the stakes and his foes grew too, and he had to pull increasingly desperate moves to keep that power. He poisoned his own soldiers with greenlite to keep them loyal to his cause, which was a terrible thing to do. But from his perspective, it was for the greater good.

He reasoned that it was acceptable to sacrifice these soldiers' free will if it meant saving all of Terria from Sovereign...until he realized that he was doing exactly what Sovereign was doing, and it was evil. The only way to cleanse himself of the evil was to let go of all his power, so he abandoned the Resistance and his cause altogether. He reasoned that there was no point in overthrowing Sovereign if he was just going to take his place as another evil dictator.

Mr. Roach took Mr. Ocean's place as leader of the Resistance. Roach is now forging monsters, exploiting mermaids and others, all in the name of destroying the Sovereign. Mr. Roach doesn't think of himself as evil, he thinks himself a hero for trying to stop Sovereign.

Most of the "evil" characters in the Looming Gaia series feel this way too. They don't see themselves as villains, but heroes. Sovereign thinks he's a hero for saving Aquaria from Terrian pollution. Indiga thinks she's a hero for protecting her people from magic. Moswen thought she was a great queen for holding her children to such a high standard. Even Dario thought of himself as a benevolent protector of his clan.

Karenza, the Divine of Love, also started her cause with good intentions: to cleanse the world of wickedness. But that's a hard thing to do when wickedness is subjective. Many people consider rulers like Sovereign and Indiga to be heroes and saints, so who is Karenza to decide they're wicked and destroy them? Many consider Karenza to be the wicked one.

I will also mention that even Karenza has done a lot of morally questionable things to acquire and keep her power. Ironically, the Divine of Love has one of the highest kill-counts of any other divine. Her Ethereal City is essentially a dictatorship. She makes mistakes. She takes actions she regrets. Her foes are so unrepentantly evil, so willing to do whatever it takes to overpower her, she feels she has no choice but to sink to their level to get the edge over them. All for the "greater good".

No one wants to take the Mr. Ocean route because...well, look at the guy. He went from a big player on the world stage to a penniless bum overnight. But sacrificing their power is truly the only way to cleanse their soul of the corruption.

Mr. Ocean is one of the very few examples of a powerful leader being truly "good". However, he had to sacrifice all his power to achieve that goodness.

Salina and Marina took the same route long before him (though for different reasons. They gave up their power not because they feared becoming evil, but because they got frustrated with allkind's stupidity and gave up on trying to help them.)

More power requires more corruption to maintain. The ultra-powerful rulers of Looming Gaia come in two flavors: evil, and slightly less evil. Some of their intentions may be good, and some of their actions may even be benevolent, but maintaining their high level of power will always require some degree of morally-questionable deeds.

There are truly good leaders as well, they just don't have nearly as much power as the big-timers. Evan is one example, as leader of the Freelance Good Guys. Jasenia is another, as princess of Barha, willing to sacrifice her relationship with the man she loved in order to save her people from war.

The greatest evil is found in the highest places.

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[winters-hysteria]

your hands shook while you tried to focus on the reports fury had set down in front of you about 3 hours ago. about half the team had left since then, natasha patting you on the back for some much needed support, albeit incorrectly placed. you sighed, stretching and arching your spine in a fashion that forced it to crack loudly before hurriedly pulling your shirt back down. your coworker, loki, looked up from where he was focused on his book, arching a perfect brow. it made you pause, suddenly aware that most of the people left were people that could overpower you and they were almost all guys save maria and pepper. it felt like it didn't matter that you'd known them for years on end, you needed to leave, get away, run.

lucky for you, the bathrooms weren't all that far away, giving you a quick escape from staring eyes. the door slammed behind you, and you slid down it, eyes closing. you could almost hear them, see them wondering what the hell that was, why you just left so soon. your mind took a dark, harsh turn, and suddenly you could see clint and bucky talking about how hard it would be to hold you down if tony could get the door open. would FRIDAY override the system, call the police if you cried out for her to? or could tony shut her off?

the thoughts swirled harshly around in your head until you subconsciously crawled forward, into the nearest stall and threw up into the toilet in front of you. you gripped the sides of the porcelain god so hard you thought you would break it as you heaved and cried silently, shoulders trembling in terror, anxiety and anger while you hunched there. it hurt, everything hurt. but mostly your ribs where they felt like they were closing in on your lungs, cutting off air. your hands pulled away from the toilet and clutched at your sides, feeling everything tense up and whirl around you. it was like you weren't even in your world anymore, like you were in a void, a place where you were so extremely vulnerable it was laughable. you forced your hands to unclench, gasping down breaths of cool air into your still tightening lungs, a desperate and failed attempt to water down the flames licking at your throat and stop the acid boiling, rising in your stomach. your tummy clenched, forcing out a soft 𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘨𝘩 while you lurched up and back over the toilet, dry heaving and choking on the air you tried to pull in.

you stood on baby-deer legs, shaking violently while tears now threatened to spill over again while you flushed and wobbled out to look in the mirror. remnants of today's coffee and streaked eyeliner covered your face, hands fumbling for a paper towel. you swore first angrily and then sadly when you ripped the first two, finally getting one third try and wetting it under the faucet. you slapped it onto your face, the cold a welcome shock to your overheated and red skin. you rubbed away the evidence of your prior pain, then nearly lost it again from a sharp, heavy knock on the the door.

"you doing okay in there?"

tony's voice. your hand clutched around your only means of defense, a wet paper towel.

"yeah, 'm fine. whaddya need?"

"nothing. just making sure you're good."

𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. "thanks for checking on me."

"no problem. come out soon though, ok? it's been about 20 minutes."

𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘎𝘖 𝘖𝘜𝘛 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌. 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘠'𝘙𝘌 𝘗𝘓𝘈𝘕𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖 𝘏𝘜𝘙𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜. "be out soon. didn't realise it was that long."

"yeah."

as soon as you knew tony was away from the door the panic was set on grasping you in those sharp talons again. you tapped out patterns on the counter anxiously, bouncing lightly and trying to keep it out of your fucking head because if you let it in it was all over they'd come in and get you they'd hurt you they're pla𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯-- like you just got slapped in the face, surfaced from deep, scary waters- you were back, breathing heavily and whimpering.

you sat down hard, pressing yourself into the almost-icy white tiles of the bathroom floor, pulling in deep, calming breaths and closing your eyes. you placed your hands flat on the tiles, them heating up quickly under your skin, transferring the cool to you. you focused on that soothing feeling, 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯, 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘵, press your hands down harder. you stood, still shaky, and forced yourself out the door.

"hey, did you fall in?" steve looked at you, a genial smile on his face. it disgusted you to see someone act so innocent who was capable of so much. you silently shook your head, leaving him in confusion as you always loved his stupid jokes.

you walked quickly to your desk, gathering up your things and pushing in your chair quickly. you turned away from your desk and proceeded to your floor.

"FRIDAY, please lock my floor. override anyone's requests to get in."

"yes, ms. (y/n)."

"thank you."

you opened the door to your room and flopped exhaustedly onto your bed, falling asleep for a couple hours. you were awoken by FRIDAY informing you that someone had forced their way onto your floor, sending you careening out of bed and onto the floor in a tangle of bedsheets. you grabbed up a couple knives and freed yourself from your makeshift toga, poised and ready to strike when natasha came into the room. you dropped the blades instantly, your intestines detangling and launched yourself at her, tears already forming. she caught you easily, and just set you down on the bed and cuddled up next to you, pressing her lithe frame to your slightly taller one and wrapping her arms around your middle. she placed kisses around and on your shoulders while you dozed off, one hand wrapped tightly around hers. she didn't say anything, just waited for you to sleep before she fell asleep after you.

[hotdamnmadison]

How NOT To Get The Girl

I know, I know. I said I would wait to dive back in until tomorrow. But I'm being overpowered by 1.) an overwhelming bout of horniness and 2.) the overwhelming desire to do something artistic. What can I say - the trip up North must've inspired me to put on my writing cap (and a pair of panties) and get back to work.

I wish that this post was as peppy as that introduction. But honestly it's going to go pretty far downhill from here. Don't worry - I'm not going anywhere!

I'm posting this because...

A. If you're reading this and you fit the description of the following people - you should probably navigate off my page - because I'm not interested.

B. I want to see what you (the internet) have to say about these people and if their non-unique style of... well we will call it "pick up lines" or "DM first impressions" - can ACTUALLY ever get them laid.

I should include email addresses. I should include user names. I should include every possible detail that I can... But I am above that. And honestly, exposing these people may just cause more harm than good for me in the long run.

At this point, I find the following laughable. And I've had a great weekend and a nice evening (may have been a little naughty with a toy earlier lol.) So yeah - I'm in a good mood, and I won't let some desperate, pathetically horny man ruin that....

I'm rambling. Here is the shit I am talking about... (NOTE: the following messages are REAL - the email addresses have been replaced by your truly. Don't attempt to email these addresses lol.)

You really have to love when a man has a way with words <3

Or how about this one...

Or maybe this one is the best! (so tempted to put his real email lol.)

Pathetic aren't they? Do you want to know what is even more pathetic? I have hundreds, if not thousands of these sitting in my inbox. I could block them - but it's fun to watch them try. These inquiries (as romantic as they are) are obviously the product of entitlement followed by rejection. And it isn't just rejection from a gender fluid bomb shell like myself. It's rejection from CIS women, trans women, and basically anything they feel entitled to sticking their dicks into.

What's even funnier - I haven't even rejected these fools - they're just automatically out for blood because they've already botched MULTIPLE attempts at talking people of the opposite gender.

But hey - these guys are "alpha males" 😏

Truly laughable... How about a little context though, eh?

Back when I first started my journey into cross dressing, long before I knew about my fluidity, I was eager to meet like minded people. I don't remember where or when - but I was introduced to Double List. Now I've had some great experiences that came directly from my DL ads - so I can't bash the site and write it completely off as being toxic and borderline useless. But for every okay experience that I had while posting personal ads (think craigslist) I had about 100 plus TERRIBLE dead end conversations to show for it.

i.e. the examples above lol.

It's crazy. How something such as sexual frustration can lead to such hurtful words and sentences. That last one for example - was any of that necessary? No. But because this "alpha" keeps falling short in the pussy department - he decides to take it out on someone who didn't do anything to him directly.

I have had to constantly cover my face and other body parts to get by or "pass". It's not ideal, and I've talked a bit about that in my earlier posts as well. Unfortunately, that is the nature of my situation - and it will remain that way until further notice. So rather than lead people astray with things like photoshop and Face App - both of which I have used VERY early in my journey (see the next pic) - I decided to be upfront with my ads and let potential suitors know what they'd be getting into.

Here is what I determined...

Men can't fucking read (some guys can... but most... nope)

Men don't WANT to read

Some men that read can't comprehend what they're reading

The men who successfully read an entire ad don't give a shit about what you (or in this case me) want.

Check this out....

Here are two guys who "successfully" read one of my advertisements (I use successfully very lightly here.) They can tell that they aren't what I am looking for - and so that means that what I want is WRONG. How sad is that? I don't tell them that their desires, ads, etc. are invalid... So why are mine? The best part is the amount of time that these people are spending to harass me (and many like me.)

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This isn't a pity party. And I'm not looking for sympathy. Quite the opposite actually. I am trying to help you. Yes you! The one guy who does the same shit up above who also somehow read this far (gold star sticker for you!)

Look, this type of behavior isn't going to get you anywhere. Even the people who love dominance still want to be heard. They still want to know you read the post, the ad, the listing, etc. It shows you give a shit about safety, safe words, what TO do and what NOT to do. The world of kinks and BDSM revolves around trust. And when you do the things that these guys do - you're proving that you're a loose cannon, and that you're a high risk individual to partner with.

I actually APPRECIATE when men send these emails. Because I add their email address to a spread sheet and I make a mental note that this person is UNPREDICTABLE and more importantly - unsafe.

I'm sure as my journey continues I will have many more entries that revolve around this same topic - so lets consider this "How NOT To Get The Girl Pt. 1"... And please, try not to make it into my next batch of screen shots ;) I may "forget" to blur the names

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

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My apologies for coming back with such a negative post. I should've started with something a little more soft and positive after returning from the trip. I swear - tomorrow I will get back to the peppy sexy content ;)

Sleep Well Everyone!

[dualcastimpact]

WoL Question of the Day #14

So how badly do you guys think your WoL was hurt after EW’s finale? Like for logistical reasons I know why they couldn’t show it but like. Feed me angst here. Bonus points for Scions/friends/partners’ reactions. Mar 1, 2022

Oh, Raginmar died. He was dead by the time the teleporter device dropped back to him and whisked him away to the Ragnarok, so the Scions had the pleasure of seeing him suddenly appear bloodied and unmoving before their eyes.

Alisaie turns around and is about to yell at him for being late, for not being right behind Meteion, when she sees just how injured he is. At first there's hope yet — but then his arm falls limply down and the first tendrils of fear creep into her chest.

They rush to him. Thancred presses a finger to Raginmar's pulse point. There's nothing. The expression on his face says it all. G'raha throws himself down next to Raginmar's rapidly cooling body and begins casting spells—diagnostics, healing, purifying but nothing seems to take.

Estinien barks for medical equipment from the Loporrits—bandages, gauzes, sutures, medicine. If magic won't take, they'll do it the old-fashioned way. It takes a while for Alphinaud to shake out of his horrified stupor but he joins G'raha in trying to revive Raginmar. It's the same determination he had when he wanted to save Estinien, but this time it's worse.

This time he's terrified, because Raginmar isn't responding and while Thancred is reaching for the bandages there's a despair in the older man's eyes that shakes him to the core.

The last time he'd seen that despair was when Minfilia gave up her life for the Mothercrystal. A loss irrevocable.

There are broken and shattered limbs. Bloodied wounds across his flesh, some deep enough to show bone. Burns from magic cast too closely in desperation, frostbite from spells too powerful. Salt and pepper hair dyed crimson.

All the while, his eyes closed as in peaceful repose.

They've seen him asleep before, many times. In bed as he convalasces from injury. On airships and carriages as they make their way to the next battle. It feels as though he should wake up any time now, a wry smile on his face as his eyes clear and he asks if everyone's alright.

But Thancred is doing compressions, trying to restart his heart and Y'shtola's trembling fingers are ghosting over every wound, closing and healing and hoping, and G'raha and Alphinaud are kneeling by his side, casting every spell they know—and he's not responding.

They know, deep in their hearts, that it's futile. He will not wake. The Warrior of Light has sacrificed his life for the final time, here in this abyss beyond the stars. But they cannot bring themselves to give up.

Not Urianger, whose cards no longer foretell Raginmar's future but does all he can regardless. Not Estinien, who knows only the barest of field medicine but won't stand by and lose a partner again—not again. Not Alisaie, who finally breaks and begs him to please, open his eyes.

Because that's all they can do—there are no gods left to pray to, no long-lost comrades from the past to save him, no divine magic to bring him back. There is only them, and their love for this man who stood between them and heaven and hellfire and asked for naught in return.

All they can do is beg him to come back.

And lo', he does.

It takes a long while for Raginmar to recover, and he's not quite the same afterwards. There's a distant look in his eyes, sometimes, deeper than a thousand yalms, and he sees things that aren't there—shades of the dead and the barely-living. Dying changes a man. It changed him.

I just think it's impossible for someone, even as powerful as the Warrior of Light, to go toe-to-toe with a *universe destroying super being* and then have to deal with a bloodthirsty, overpowered nemesis out for their life without succumbing to exhaustion and injury.

[ettawritesnstudies]

🍲,⛸ for the winter ask game?

🍲 Soup: share a snippet where a character does something kind.

It’s a stoat, locked in mortal combat with a swarm of rats. Four of them surround the poor creature, trading bites and scratches with terrifyingly human-sounding screams. The stoat fights valiantly but his energy wanes, sapped as he bleeds from a gaping wound along his side. He chomps the neck of one rat, which falls still, but another jumps on his back. The smell of desperation whips the others into a frenzy.

Echoes of her parent’s warnings sound in her mind, that the woods are dangerous, and she should never get close to wild animals, especially not angry ones. But Hannah knows injustice when she sees it, and she will not stand idly.

She snatches the nearest branch she can find and swings. She stomps forward intent to tremor the earth beneath her feet. She shouts over their squeaks, fury overpowering her fear. Some scatter. One rat charges for her ankle. She bashes it away like a hockey puck and it scuttles off to avoid another whack. The stoat twists around, clamps his jaw around the skull of the last foe, then falls exhausted beside his dead attacker, panting with pain.

Hannah approaches him cautiously and sets down the stick to let him know she means no threat. He begrudgingly lets her near, and she takes a nearby large dish-shaped leaf from one of the shrubs that grows in the shade of the oak trees. She places it on the ground next to the creature, and pours out some of the water in her bottle into the makeshift dish. The stoat gratefully laps it up, then hesitantly reaches his head out to sniff her hand.

“Hey there little guy. Are you alright?” Hannah coos. “My, my, they gave you quite the nasty cut there. Here. Let me help.”

She douses water over the wound and he hisses in pain at the contact, but does not bite or scratch her. She washes away the blood and dirt and lets him place his front legs on her arm long enough to bind the wound with extra bandages from her first aid kit. She’s not sure if she’s doing it right for an animal, but figures that having something to stop the bleeding can’t possibly hurt more than leaving it alone. Her dad’s thick coat keeps his claws from scratching her skin, and before long, the stoat is good as new. He makes a happy chitter and curls into the lining of her coat.

⛸️ Ice Skating: tell us about a skill your OC has. Is it unusual? Something they worked hard on? Does it ever come in handy?

The Semivera Twins swap bodies because they were half-switched as infants. One was originally human and the other was originally fae, but the magic that was meant to have the fae take the human's place was stopped when their mother caught the unseelie trying to take her child, and took both boys as her own. They both have broken magic and neither can remember who was originally which kid, but it doesn't really matter, because they've been swapping bodies as long as they can remember. It happens on its own, but they've learned to control it over the years through a lot of hard work and practice. As a side effect, they're VERY GOOD at bullshitting cover stories for each other whenever they swap while separated, finishing each other's sentences to the point that it's nearly mind reading, and even readjusting mid-battle, when they find their position totally changed in the blink of an eye.

This can come in handy when a situation requires one twin's expertise and the other can't physically be there. In school they were taking different classes, and Matteo is great at math and science, while Marco is better at literature and history, so even though "Marco" was taking a physics class, it was really Matteo sitting for all the exams, and vice versa, to help each other get better grades. Marco is also a bit stronger while Matteo is faster when it comes to fighting and sports or anything physical, and so they can "tag in" when a moment requires a certain move, and be half as tired.

This is very unusual - as far as they know, this might have happened before in the grand scheme of history, but not in their lifetimes, or the recent memory of anyone in either court.

Thanks for the ask!

Winter asks

[yuujilogy]

dry humping headcanons - (itadori yūji/fushiguro megumi/gojō satoru)

REQUEST:  can you plith write dry humping the jjk characters jdhsjshsjdh i will literally die

| WARNINGS: dry humping, smut, explicit, fem reader, grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: 1,340

A/N: ngl i was looking forward to writing about this specific request omfg  anyway  😳!! if you want any other characters you can ask for them here!! i hope you ike it and enjoy!!! ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ💕

Itadori Yuuji

Now hear me out.

Yuuji is needy.

Loud, fast, whiny, and overall such a mess !!

God, i just can’t stop thinking Yuuji would be so subby when you dry hump him let me have a moment here

He’s desperate and sloppy, his hands squeezing your hips with such force you knew you were going to bruise

He needed to get a grip. Literally

Just, holy shit, the way you were grinding against his hard cock through his boxers, wearing nothing but your underwear was just delicious

Yuuji could feel your already wet slick sliding along his shaft passing through the thin fabric, applying pressure in the tip of his cock

Fuck

His head would fall back as he closed his eyes, loud whines leaving his mouth as your hands made your way to his neck and shoulders

This only motivated you to go faster and harder, smirking down at him falling apart

Totally the kind of person who would jerk himself off shamelessly if you asked him to too btw

He would do anything for you

Yuuji would hold you tightly and dig his nail into your thighs every now and then, but never taking control of your movements during this moment

He wanted to be used until he made such a mess of himself, he didn’t care anymore

“Look at you,” you would whisper in his ear, licking his earlobe as he kept moaning uncontrollably “such a good boy for me.”

God, yes, keep calling him a good boy.

Yuuji was a big fan of praising and compliments from you, inside and outside of the room

His eyes would meet yours when he felt closer to the edge, gasping and groaning when your small hands wrapped around his neck again to squeeze softly

You know how I said he wouldn’t take control? Well he does when he’s about to cum though !

Groping your ass with his hands to control your movements, pressing you down against his cock harder and faster as he whimpered, looking to reach his sweet release

“F-Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna cum... Shit, shit! Cumming!”  

And creaming all over himself is what he would do

letting a loud cry of your name to then chant it like a prayer as hot spurts of his seed keep coming out

You kissed his lips oh so sweetly Yuuji felt he was in heaven when he was coming down from his high, the wet patch on his underwear making you feel sticky

“You did so good, Yuuji.”

Fushiguro Megumi

Mostly calm and quiet, however he likes to have more control over his movements and you

He is more into dry humping from behind

Even more when you were both cuddling in his bed, with your back pressed against his chest

Now, Megumi has good control over his lewdness but whenever you purposely pressed your ass against his crotch

God, help him.

He would bite his lip to hold back the deep groan from coming out thanks to the feeling of his cock positioning between your cheeks

You really loved teasing him till he lost his internal battle with his own lust

It’s not like you always succeeded though

Because Megumi would then snake and arm around your waist

He would cup your pussy with his hand to provide you with some friction at the same time he directed the way you grinded against him.

“So eager and desperate, it’s almost embarrassing” Megumi would whisper behind you, his voice a calm tone

Wouldn’t even bother to move his hips when he had you moving so willingly and needy

don’t mistake him though, it’s not like he was bored

This man would just enjoy the moment and save energy before really going at it

Since he’s behind you, Megumi loved the way he had easy access to your neck to kiss your sweet spot, making you moan louder

From time to time, he would look down, the sight of your ass caressing his hard cock through his pants encouraging him to hold your hips even tighter

He liked putting his fingers inside your mouth to muffle your sinful noises, loving the feeling of your warm tongue around them

If Megumi felt a little frisky, he would even turn you around, so you’d be laying on your stomach and position himself on top of you

Sometimes he would spank your ass if he felt frustrated or stressed

It was even better when you were both naked, the sight was even filthier as you whined underneath him

“Look who’s the one losing it now” he would mock with a hint of a smirk on his face, squeezing one of your ass cheeks

He was actually an ass kinda guy, to be honest, if he had to answer Todo’s question

But when he pressed his cock against your entrance before grinding his hips up and down over your slit... Damn

He couldn’t hold back anymore, the wetness of your core soaking his shaft just invited him to ruin you

As horny and aroused he was, he wasn’t much into cumming anywhere that wasn’t inside you (either your mouth or pussy)

So after a little while of his teasing, he would just slip inside you from behind, finally giving you both what you wanted

Gojo Satoru

This man likes what’s fun and risky, he has no fears

After all, he’s the strongest, right?

Satoru is also such a big tease at the wrong moments

So expect a lot of surprise touches when you meet each other in the hallways

Satoru would hug you from behind out of nowhere, resting his chin on your head and wrapping his arms around your waist

Such a cute scene, right?

Well, sike!

This was his favourite tactic when he felt like rubbing his on growing hard cock against you in public with a high chance of getting caught

“You’re impossible, how are you always horny?” You would complain, biting your lip as his hand snaked under your shirt

“What can I say?” His slender fingers would ghost over your stomach “You’ve got me whipped”

Totally loved the way you’re smaller than him in height and he takes advantage of this

Because Satoru loves when he’s towering over you,

Almost feeling like he overpowered you which he did lol

So right now you were facing the wall of the empty classroom he pulled you in as he pressed his hips against you, hands gripping your sides

Even if he loved the small lewd whines and moans you let out, he loved even more when his large hand muffled every single sound you made

Depends on the place and situation, and also if he was feeling a little rough

It was even better if you were wearing a dress or a skirt, lifting it to reveal your underwear and have more direct contact with you

Satoru is the kind to go slow and almost lazy, as if he has all the time in the world

That would throw you into desperation and making you yearn for a good hard fuck

But Satoru knew better

He would take his time caressing the sides of your legs and squeezing your ass every time he pressed his cock harder between your folds

You would be helplessly trying to hold onto the flat surface of the wall as he smirked at your reactions

Don’t expect him to hold back only because you’re in a public space

He would increase his pace and roughness, kissing the nape of your neck as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear

It’s always something about how you were so eager even when anyone could walk in

As if he wasn’t the one who started this with his hard cock inside his pants dry humping you

Satoru would love to fuck you right there and then but you made it clear that wasn’t happening

He respected it

So that same night in his office he made you his over and over again in every surface he could lay you on

[omg-imatotalmess]

Speed Demon

Hey guys! So, our new anon, Peach anon, sent me an absolutely god-tier idea, and I got a little out of control thinking about it. Thank them for this messy little thing. Hope y'all enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested: No but based on an ask

The ask: hi i found ur blog recently and i LOVE your work and wanted to shower u with love and affection <3 <3 <3 and maybe also... a headcanon?? anyways roadtrip with boys are so fun to imagine like i have this hc that draco is such a nervous wreck in cars and it translates into passenger driver ("careful, careful!! that semi is switching lanes!" "draco i am sIX CARS BEhiND IT") nfdjhgjs anyways imagine getting so fed up you just reach over (1/2 peach anon claiming peach right now its MINE :D )

(2/2) and start palming at his cock switching btwn just resting ur hand on him and making him try to fuck up into you fist he'd be grabbing the little handle above the door and finally shut up literally the second after you let him come though it's like four seconds of happy peaceful silence and then its "love, steady, you're speeding a bit" anyways ty for doing all that you do ilysm :)

Warnings: Smut, hand jobs, don't jerk someone off while you drive, mild cum eating, sub!draco, dom!reader, swearing(?)

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The muted drone of the weatherman on the radio filled the near silence of the car. Draco didn't ever talk much when you drove. For a man that enjoyed taking road trips as much as he claimed to, he certainly didn't like being in the car. You didn't mind much, though. You were just happy to spend the time alone with him. Even if the only time he broke the silence was to yell about your driving, which, to be fair, was often enough.

"Slow down! Why are you so insistent upon getting us killed?" Draco snapped, digging his fingernails into the seat.

"Draco, my love, my sweet, I'm already going under the speed limit. Try to relax a little," you said. The huff from your passenger seat reminded you why everyone had insisted that you and Draco take your own car. No one else could put up with him. Especially not with the kind of amusement you could.

"I'll relax when you stop trying to kill us," he said. But, then again, even you had your limits.

"Do you want some help, love?" you asked.

"Help? What do you mean help?" Without looking at him, you lifted your hand from the wheel, resting it lightly on his thigh. You gave it a firm squeeze. Though he didn't say anything, you found yourself enjoying watching him squirm in your peripheral vision.

"You know, help," you said cheerfully.

"You're driving," he hissed.

"You don't seem to mind much," you teased, laying your hand over his slowly hardening cock.

"Watch the road!" he snapped as a truck switched lanes several cars ahead of you. Despite his command, he bucked his hips up, grinding into your palm with no shame. You smiled. Draco could be so stubborn when he wanted to be. No matter how badly he wanted this, he'd probably just keep complaining about your driving until he couldn't anymore.

"I am," you said.

"What if you-ah-get distracted?" he asked.

"I'm just letting you use my hand. Keep it down and you won't bother me," you laughed.

"But what if--oh," he cut himself off with a groan as you popped the button of his pants and snaked your hand underneath.

"Shhh, just enjoy yourself, baby boy," you soothed, grinding the heel of your hand gently against the head of his cock. The whiny moan that reverberated throughout the car made you strain to keep your eyes on the road. You would have loved to see the face he was making just then, but you told him you wouldn't get distracted. Instead, you settled for rubbing him teasingly just to make him squirm.

"(Y/N)," he groaned.

"Hmm?" you hummed.

"Please."

"Please, what? Tell me what you want," you said, glancing over your shoulder as you switched lanes.

"I want more," he muttered.

"I thought you wanted me to concentrate on the road," you teased. With a groan of frustration, he rolled his hips into your barely moving hand.

"(Y/N), take pity on me. I'm already in this screaming death trap," he whined. You laughed, giving him a rough squeeze through his underwear. A choked groan told you all you needed to know. All he wanted was attention. That was likely why he'd been complaining so much in the first place.

"Alright, alright. Take your cock out for me then, baby," you said.

After a second of shuffling, you felt him push himself into your waiting hand. It never took much to work him up, and you were grateful for it. You loved seeing him hot and leaking for you pretty much as soon as you started playing with him. Swiping your thumb over the slit, you smiled as the wetness there smeared with your touch. He bucked impatiently at the soft attention. It wasn't what he wanted. Pulling your hand away for a second, you spat into it before beginning to jack him at a torturous pace. It wasn't a substitute for lube, but Draco didn't seem to mind any.

A quick glance at your passenger told you that he was just enjoying the sensation. He could have been anywhere for all he seemed to care. It was almost like he'd forgotten about the car entirely. One pale hand gripped the seat under him while the other grabbed the handle over his head to steady him as he thrust into your hand. Like a man unhinged, he drove up into the tight circle of your fist practically unassisted. You doubt he really minded the lack of real lube.

"That's a good boy," you praised, switching back into the other lane. "I bet you feel so much better now that you have something to keep you busy."

"Yes! So much better!" he moaned.

"I know being my good boy always helps you relax," you said. The car in front of you swerved and cut off the guy in the other lane, who blared his horn. You slowed slightly, glaring at them.

"Always! Love being your good boy." Draco's voice was so earnest and sweet, all pitched up like that.

"And you are such a good boy, Draco," you said.

Little punched-out noises rippled through the car, overpowering the drone of the radio station you'd been listening to earlier. Honestly, you preferred them. Any sweet, pathetic little sound Draco made was infinitely more interesting than any news guy on the radio. Hips pounding into your hand, Draco tipped his head back against the headrest with the most desperate wine you'd heard in a while. You shivered, cutting your eyes away from the road to steal a glance at him in all his strung-out, desperate beauty.

And you weren't disappointed. His usually pale skin was flushed a bright pink, eyes lidded and more focused on you than anything else, and his bottom lip caught between his teeth in an unsuccessful attempt to quiet himself. A real thing of beauty. Your sweet, pretty boy Draco. Twisting your hand over the head of his cock, you relished in that fact for a moment.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'd be half tempted to pull over and fuck you properly in the back seat," you said.

"Please," Draco begged breathily, slamming his hips up erratically.

"Don't tempt me, baby boy. We're on a schedule," you said. Though, it really was a charming idea.

"(Y/N), please. I don't care about being late. Want you to fuck me," he whined.

"You say that now," you laughed.

"Please, I'll be so good," he whined.

"If you can cum from my hand now, Draco, I'll keep you so well fucked on a this trip you won't remember anything but me," you said, an alluring promise coloring your voice.

"Yes, yes! Want that! Wanna cum for you so much," he babbled. Arching his back against the seat, he drove his cock into your hand with renewed desperation.

"Are you close? You wanna a good boy and cum for me?" you purred. The car in front of you stopped short, but Draco didn't even seem to notice that you'd jerked to a stop. He just gripped the handle above him and whined for you.

"Wanna be a good boy. Please, I wanna cum," he cried. Looking over, you noticed the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. You smiled gently at him.

"Oh, Dray, you've been so good," you said. His mouth dropped open into a soft cry as his hips completely lost rhythm. "Go ahead, baby boy. Cum for me."

Draco's hips stuttered, once, twice, and by the third time, he was cumming all over your hand. His eyes screwed shut, and a pitchy cry of your name left his lips as he shook in your grasp. And you just worked him through it. Pumping him gently while he whimpered through the aftershocks. You didn't stop until his thighs shook so hard you could feel the car move. Then, finally, you pulled your hand away and lifted it to his mouth.

"Clean up your mess, baby boy," you said.

"Yes, (Y/N)," he said tiredly, sticking his tongue out. Pressing your fingers against it, you let him lick your hand clean of his own cum until you were satisfied. You two had started moving again by the time he finally came around enough to really talk to you.

"How do you feel, Dray?" you asked. He gave you a sleepy smile.

"Like you need to slow down. You're speeding," he said.

"I'm not speeding," you said. You were, in fact, speeding a little.

"Don't think that just because I just had the best orgasm of my life that I don't remember you drive like a demon," he said. Shaking your head, you laughed in disbelief.

"Only you could complain after having the best orgasm of your life," you sighed.

"I thought you loved that about me," he said. "You're still speeding."

"Maybe I should have pulled over," you said, rolling your eyes. Well, it had been nice while it lasted. And Draco was right. Kinda. You did love him, even if you wouldn't exactly say you loved his complaining.