#This is probably why my knees sometimes pop when I move

[arandomao3user]

As an Ao3 author, I love giving headcanons that'd probably anger a certain side of the Batman fandom, but I personally don't care because it makes great angst and, again, I'm an Ao3 author and chronically ill!

First up! Dick Grayson, I like the idea of him having ADHD, of course, BUT... joint hypermobility syndrome.

(Joint Hypermobility Syndrome: Joint hypermobility syndrome is a connective tissue disorder. Thick bands of tissue (ligaments) hold your joints together and keep them from moving too much or too far out of range. In people with joint hypermobility syndrome, those ligaments are loose or weak. If you have joints that are more flexible than normal and it causes you pain, you may have joint hypermobility syndrome.)

Chronic pain fits him, don't ask, because as the eldest child with chronic pain and hypermobiltiy syndrome, trust, he has that look in his eye that he's been walking on swollen knees for the past twelve hours, had three mental breakdowns, and is still pushing through because SOMEBODY has to deal with this bull.

That's also the reason he wears freakin' spandex-- only, it's for compression! He wears compression items to help with swelling and pain TRUST, and let me have this because the math maths (it probably doesn't, but let me have this.)

He's got chronic fatigue, he's gotten used to popping dislocated joints back into place, Bruce was so confused how he dislocated and sprained so many bones so quickly when out as Robin. It's genetic, of course, Bruce finds. But he has money, and Dick powers through it all! Till he develops arthritis in his early thirties/ late twenties and actually hates everything because WHAT AND WHY--

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Next up! JASON TODD! I have no proof, evidence, and it doesn't have to make sense but I like giving him asthma sometimes for the angst potential of if he didn't have it, he wouldn't have died in the explosion.

He didn't die from said explosion, nor JUST the smoke inhalation, but because he had an asthma attack, on the ground, bones broken, unable to breath because his inhaler did NOT survive the blast, if he even had it on him.

And that's why he wears helmet with so, so many filters in it now...

Also, being a street kid who struggles to even get his medication that keeps him alive? Peak angst, being to poor to afford your medication because the American healthcare system is actually trashy garbage.

R.I.P. Jason Todd, you would've loved clean air--

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ANEMIC TIM DRAKE! But I up you, Tim Drake with Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (POTS)

(POTS: Postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome (POTS) is a condition that causes your heart to beat faster than normal when you transition from sitting or lying down to standing up. It’s a type of orthostatic intolerance.)

Read ONE SINGLE FIC/ SERIES with this and I've loved it since because what do you mean he randomly falls asleep anywhere? No, forget your canon, he passed out and people think he just fell asleep... NOpe, he passed out, sorry random lady he was on a date with!

(The majority of people are AFAM but we aren't ready for my trans Tim headcanons yet either.)

(You’re at a higher risk of developing POTS after experiencing the following stressors:

Significant illnesses, such as viral illnesses like mononucleosis or serious infections.

Physical trauma, such as a head injury.)

Ngl, my dude gets a LOT of physical trauma (and mental--) also, losing a spleen? Surgery and at risk of viral illnesses? I'm sorry, but I need him to suffer more because I like when Tim Drake suffers horribly.

Now, despite having this condition, I am no expert, but also his caffiene/ energy drink addiction is from chronic fatigue, he shouldn't drink it, it's not healthy or good for him, but he stopped caring between the spleen loss and whatever the "Drake" run he did was because what even was that name?--

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Damian is autistic and I will DIE ON THAT HILL--

No, I won't explain and you can't make me.

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[or0ch1maru]

hi hi CJ! How have you been these days? Hope you've been doing well! What are some of your aftercare headcanons of our favorite vampiric-coded man, Mihawk? Or any headcanons really cuz my man's got a castle and the possibilties are endless���Please and thank you!

Lorddddddd, I’ve got a few of these ^.^ sorry for my absence, I’ve been pretty busy over the past week but I promise I’ll be more active <3 these are all over the place lol. A thought will pop into my head and if I don’t get it down fast enough, I’ll lose it lol.

I’ve been good bby, working, celebrating my bday early, doing stuff for my small business. Nothing too crazy lol

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-I believe he is a god at aftercare. When you two first got together, he had a deep talk with you about likes & dislikes, and what your ideal aftercare would consist of

-if he has something new he would want to try with you(bubble bath, etc) he’d ask you first, he wants you as comfortable as possible

-he’s filthy in bed, has probably experimented a lot through his life and will try something at least once. Has no shame in bringing things up he wants to try with you. Don’t be embarrassed to bring up any kinks, he’s more than happy to indulge

-talks dirty. His words are as filthy as the actions he does to you. Praises more than degrades you, but tosses in a “my girls such a pretty lil slut hm?” Time to time if he’s feeling a little more mean

-worships the hell out of you and your body. During sex and day to day. He always wants you to know how loved you are and how beautiful you are

-if you’re feeling insecure, if you’re up to it, he’d take you to bed and do the filthiest things to you to show you why there’s no need to shame your body

-if you’re having a tough time wanting to be intimate when you’re feeling insecure, that’s okay. He’ll get down on his knees(he only kneels for his woman and his woman only) and tells you everything he adores about you(which is literally everything. From your feet to the hair on your head)

-he doesn’t care what you do, where you go, or who you hang out with. Is the type to say “wear what you want, I know how to fight.” Trusts you wholeheartedly

-the only thing he’d ask of you, do not touch yoru. Would hate for you to get hurt. He makes sure to keep yoru in a spot where it won’t fall over or be in the way to prevent you from having to move or shift it

-I also believe he doesn’t have a ‘type’. He likes who he likes and that’s the end of it.

-he will fuck you everywhere in his home. Every single room, balcony, and outside.

-loves having you sit in his lap. If he’s working in his office, you’ll sit pretty on his thighs while he works. His hand caressing your back of thighs. Planting gentle kisses to your jaw and neck time to time

-if he can’t get away from his work and you’re feeling needy, he’ll have you ride his thigh. Muttering sweet little phrases into your ear as he watches you fall apart

-if you two are out and about in town and you get cold, best believe he’ll take his coat off, keeping the vest for himself to be somewhat covered up as he drapes the jacket over you

-another thing that will bring a small smile to his face is finding you wearing his hat. Imagine? You’re goofing off and he walks into your shared bedroom to find you pushing his head back up on your head since it’s too big. Looking absolutely adorable

-loves skin to skin. Will join you in the bath just to have your skin touching his. Sometimes the two of you will play naked in bed. Cuddling and talking with each other

-loves listening to you talk. Even if you didn’t do much during your day, he will listen intently.

-despite him being stoic and quiet for the most part towards others, you get a different side of him. He’s much more talkative, he smiles around you, shares different facial expressions as well

-is the type to pay for absolutely everything. You want your nails done? Here’s my wallet. Hair? Waxing? New wardrobe because you’re bored of your old one? New hobby? Take my money

-Will eventually teach you how to use a sword to protect yourself. Shows you how to properly take care of your sword as well

-would kill for you. But he’d be silent about it. If someone threatened you or was gross or derogatory towards you, he’ll handle it personally

-you’re his safe space, his home. If he’s away on business, all he thinks about is you. Your touch, your voice, your smell, you’re on his mind 24/7 and has no shame in it

[sanemislittledemon]

Sanemi x plus size!reader

a/n: this is the first part to my Sanemi kink series but all the chapters can be read as stand alone

Summary: Sanemi and Y/N have a very kink filled relationship. she puts on her favorite kitty ears and tail then gets the idea to send him pictures while he’s at work.

cw: NSFW, kinks, pet play, teasing, toys, mild spanking, oral (M receiving), vaginal penetration, anal penetration, double penetration

MDNI

It’s been a long day running errands, Y/N just got home, put away all of the groceries when she was in the kitchen, she saw a note on the counter “I’ll be home late today – Sanemi” she reads out loud. her boyfriend Sanemi is a math teacher at the high school so he comes home late sometimes thankfully he lets her know.

They have been together for 5 years now, high school sweethearts. The man took Y/N and they both ran away from their abusive families, he’s loved her through all of the hard things in the world. Y/N would say they have a really good relationship especially in the bedroom, they can’t keep their hands off each other at home which is probably why Sanemi chooses to do his work at the school instead of bringing it home.

Y/N sighs before finishing up in the kitchen, making her way to their shared bedroom she decided to go through her closet where all of her toys and special items are. She smirks devilishly when a idea pops up in her head “he’ll punish me for this, but it will be so worth it” she giggles to herself.

The women quickly strips herself of the dress she was wearing, letting it fall off her voluptuous breasts down to her rounded hips then to the floor. Then she slips free of her bra and underwear leaving her full form bare to the cold apartment air, Y/N reaches for a box they have hidden in the bottom of their closet then gets some other goodies before running over to the bed. “okay, time to get to work” she says loudly to herself as she’s opening the box.

Inside is a tail with a plug on the base of it, kitty ears to match her hair and her special collar and leash that makes Sanemi lose his mind.

She pulls out some lube from her bedside table and crawls on the bed, she takes some lube in her head and reaches under herself to her asshole. It’s been so long since he’s touched her here that it’s almost uncomfortable when she sticks a finger in, she tries to slow her breathing as she works her finger in and out of her. When she thinks it’s open enough she puts a second one inside pumping them together before spreading her fingers “oh fuck” she moaned loudly.

After a few more minutes she felt that her ass was stretched enough and picked up the tail. Y/N put the tip to her ass teasing around her rim making a moan leave her throat when she finally has enough she pushes the plug inside ‘I-It’s bigger than I remember’ she thinks

After the plug was fully settled inside she starts standing up almost falling when the plug moved slightly deeper, rubbing against her sensitive walls. Y/N clips the ears in her hair and reaches for the sexy clothes she picked out, a crop top that barely covers her breasts with a kitty shaped hole in the middle and a pair of underwear that has a string of pearls that settles perfectly in her thick folds.

Sanemi always will rub those pearls on her cunt making her cry with pleasure and beg to be fucked. She moves her thighs together experimentally moaning when she felt the pearls run along her slit teasing her clit “he’s going to lose his fucking mind” she giggles

Y/N crawls back onto their bed with her phone in hand, she places some toys around her and picks up her pink dildo bringing the tip just barely to her mouth. She holds her phone above her making sure to get the whole scene in the picture of her on her knees with her ears, tail, a dildo to her plump lips and toys circling around her. Y/N smirks at the picture while sending it to her boyfriend with a message that reads “I’m having fun without you, master” then she sent the message grinning at the thought of teasing her master.

While waiting Y/N slowly runs the dildo down her curves to her already dripping cunt, working the length of it along the pearls seated there. It wasn’t long before she hear a sound from her phone with her other hand she picks the discarded phone up to read the message “I’m warning you, kitten” was all the message said.

“well that’s no fun” she pouted

Y/N thought for a minute before going back into her bedside table and pulling out her tripod, she plugs her phone into it and sets it in front of her. The camera showing off the shape of her body, full breasts, rounded hips and belly that she would normally feel insecure about if not for Sanemi

Y/N turns her back to her phone with a small remote in hand that will take the picture, she turns arches her back to show the camera her ass, showing the pearls off to the camera, she then looks back at the camera with a pouty face before snapping the picture.

Y/N takes multiple pictures like this to show off the ass she knows her master loves so much. After she was satisfied she responded to Sanemis message with the pictures and a text that reads “but I’m lonely”

This time it doesn’t take a minute to get a response from the man “you’re going to be punished when I get home, kitten” as she read the message a wave of pleasure ran through her body. Y/N decides to take it up a notch by pressing the record button then turning back around, she sticks her ass out to the camera then runs the dildo down to her cunt. She slides it through her folds, wetting it before putting the tip inside of her “master ~ “ she purrs out just loud enough for the camera to hear.

She slides the dildo all the way inside feeling the lumps at its base, she slides it out before fucking it into her again this time hitting her g-spot making her throw her head back in pleasure.

Y/N starts up a steady rhythm fucking her cunt making sure the camera captures all of it before stoping the recording, but she doesn’t take the toy out opting to keep it in while she crawls to her phone and sends the recording to her master. As she waits for him to respond Y/N starts to slowly roll her hips against the bed making the dildo rub her deep inside. It is assaulting her g-spot so much she feels close to cumming, Y/N takes the base in hand and starts to fuck harder and faster inside until one last hard thrust and she’s cumming around the toy “FUCK MASTER” she screams as pleasure overtakes her but that doesn’t stop her as she continues to fuck the toy faster loving the overwhelming amount of pleasure she’s feeling. Y/N starts to rock her hips in time with the toy, drool slipping from her lips furthering the mess that’s became of the bedding. It doesn’t take long before she’s clamping around the toy and cumming for a second time, fluids flowing out of her fucked out cunt.

After a minute like this she gathers enough strength to get onto her knees, she picks up her phone to realize Sanemi hasn’t messaged back and that doesn’t stop her as she takes a picture of her fucked out body to send to her master. After Y/N sent the message she looks down to discover she forgot to put on her collar ‘oops if I don’t have that master will be mad’ she thinks before picking it up but before she could get it on the door to their bedroom shot open and a angry Sanemi walked in. His face was a deep red, the man has sweat dripping down his chest probably from running here and he was looking straight at her with dark lust filled eyes like she was his prey.

“you goddamn brat” he growled as he slowly walked towards the bed. The man didn’t waste any time taking the collar and putting it on her along with the leash. Sanemi pulls the leash making her sit up straighter so he can see the mess she has made of herself. The man sits in the bed beside of her then pulls the leash hard “over my lap!” he commanded in his usual rough voice. She did as she was told, laying across the man’s lap so he can have the perfect view of her ass. He played around with the tail rubbing it and tugging on it while the woman whined for more but before she knew what was happening, she felt a sharp sensation on her right asscheek that made her jump “m-master” she whined

But felt another sharp smack “kittens don’t speak” he said leaving another spank on her asscheek a moan leaves her lips as the man continues to spank her “I’m going to fucking teach you not to fuck with me at work” he says in a low voice. Sanemi stops to rub her redden cheek as he continues speaking “do you know how turned on you made me?” he asks then he leans down to whisper in her ear “you know that damned Tomioka almost saw that little video you sent me”

A shiver went down her spine at the thought of someone else seeing her like that and she accidentally rubbed her thighs together “that turn you on kitten? Someone else seeing her pretty body” he purrs as he continues to rub her cheek. Sanemi then grabs her by the hair and pulls her to look him in the eyes “safe word?” he asks

“pillars” she replies without a hint of hesitation

The man’s gaze softens for a moment “good girl” he says before pulling her off his lap and onto the hard floor. Sanemi may be a lot of things but he’s not an inconsiderate master as he throws a pillow down onto the floor for her knees to rest on.

His eyes rake her mostly naked form then to her eyes as he slowly starts to unbutton his pants to free his aching cock, it bops against his stomach. His tip angry with a deep red color and pre-cum dripping onto his hard abs. Sanemi stroked his cock as he looked over the woman in front of him, Y/Ns eyes followed his movements but knowing better than leaning in for a taste without permission “you look so fucking pretty down there lusting for my cock” he groans as he speeds up his hand.

“come here kitten” Sanemi growls making her move quickly to sit in between his thighs, he then puts the tip to Y/Ns lips “go on” he tells her. Finally with his permission she takes his dripping tip into her mouth, sucking on it gently as she enjoys his taste.

Sanemi hisses at the feeling of her greedily sucking at his tip “Fuck kitten” he moans as she takes more of his cock into her mouth until she reaches the trimmed hair at his base. Y/N looks up at the man’s face as she slowly pulls back until just the tip is in her hot mouth before sucking all of him back in. She sinks all the way back down to the base as she’s moving her tongue along the thick vein that runs along his cock.

Sanemi refuses to take his gaze away from from the woman between his thighs, watching as she takes his cock into her swollen lips before swallowing him down.

“fuck that’s enough” Sanemi moans

At his voice Y/N pulls off his angry red cock, looking up at the man in confusion but he just runs his hand through her hair “I want to cum inside you” he replies making her thighs rub together at the thought. Sanemi pats his lap commanding her to climb up which she quickly does feeling her soft body press against his solid one and slowly ruts against his cock but he grabs her hips to stop her “eager are we?” he asked in a teasing manner

Y/N quickly nobs her head and tried to roll her hips again.

“go on”

Sanemi takes his hands off of her hips letting her do as she pleases. Y/N moves until the head is barely touching her core before slowly moving down on his cock. Sanemis cock is big but thankfully she’s been prepared properly. They both gasp when he’s fully inside, Y/N grips his shoulders in a tight grip as she tries to get used to the cock that is stretching her out.

Sanemi gently runs his hands over her thighs while trying to soothe her, head resting in his shoulder “you’re doing so well for me” he whispers into ear, making her shiver.

The burning slowly started to subside making her clinch around his cock, she tested the waters and rolled her hips, making them both moan at the friction. Sanemi gripped her hips tighter as he lifted herself off him once more, he sets a steady rhythm trying to hit that spot inside her. Y/N starts to fall on his cock again but the man quickly moves his hip to slam his cock into her g-stop making Y/N throw her head back as a silent scream rips itself out of her

“you’re always so pretty like this”

Sanemi starts thrusting up into her as he slams her back down on his cock making sure to hit that spot every time, his pupils are blown with lust as he watches her full breasts bounce in time with his thrusts. Y/N circles her arms around his neck, pressing them against his face.

The man growls low in his chest before pulling one of his hands away from her hips to one of her breasts, massaging it before bringing the bud up to his mouth. Sanemi flicks it with his tongue making the woman moan and clamp down on him, Sanemi moans at the feeling before taking her nipple in his mouth suckling on it gently, Y/N arches her whole body against him at the sensations making her cry out and tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.

As he was still sucking her breast Sanemi slides his hand down her body to her reddened asscheek, he grabs it and spreads her open for the fingers on his other hand to tease around her hole that’s sucking the plug. Sanemi had his arms wrapped tightly around her making sure she didn’t fall while still thrusting into her.

The man gently pulled at the plug before letting her suck it back inside, teasing her and making her moan louder. This continues a few more times before Sanemi pulls the plug completely out but her cry of disappointment is cut short as he thrusted two thick fingers inside, stretching her out.

“such a horny fucking slut for me”’he moans into her breast the hot air from his mouth making her shiver, he fucked his fingers inside until he knew she was stretched enough before removing his fingers and feeling around on the bed.

Y/N felt him smile around her nipple when we found what he was looking for, the man wrapped his arm back around her, then she felt a slick cock head circling her hole teasing her, Y/N tried to thrust it inside her but the Sanemis grip on her was too strong making her whine.

“eager are we?” he asked in a mocking voice

The man took pity on her as he slowly slid the head inside making them both moan at the tight feeling, it didn’t take him long to push the dildo completely inside her, stopping so she could adjust to both cocks.

Y/N tightly wraps her arms around Sanemis neck to ground herself, eyes closed and breathing heavily. This is the most she’s ever taken at once, it hurts but she knows it will feel good soon, Sanemi rubs soothing circles in her thigh with his free hand while whispering praises into the skin of her breast, trying to distract her from the stretch.

When her breathing slows Sanemi lets go of her swollen bud and speaks in a soft voice “before we continue, tell me your safe word again, sweetheart” then peppers her skin with kisses, showing her a side of him that no one else has the pleasure to see.

“pillars”

“that’s my girl”

He looks up at her eyes soft when he sees the tears brimming her bright eyes that were so full with love and trust for him, trust that he doesn’t think he deserves. Sanemi reaches up to capture her bitten lips with his own moving his lips against hers sweetly before deepening it. tongue sliding into her mouth dancing together with hers, Sanemi groans at his taste that still lingered there.

They soon separated too soon for his taste but he couldn’t hold back any longer, cock throbbing and painfully hard at being seated inside her for so long “I’m going to move kitten” he whispers against her swollen lips

He grabs her hip with his free hand feeling how the flesh molds in his large hand making him impossibly harder, Sanemi slowly pulls her off until just the head is inside before slamming her back down causing her to cry out and holding onto him as a anchor. He repeats the motion over and over while keeping his other arm still so that every time she sinks down on his cock the fake one thrusts into her as well. The man starts a punishing pace at hearing her cries of pleasure.

Y/N pulls back slightly to see the man’s face that is contorted in pleasure, eyes shut tight and sweat dripping from his forehead. The woman leans forward and licks a drop of sweat off his face making a growl bubble up in his throat and a harsh thrust of his hips, making her choke on her own spit

“watch yourself kitten” he warns in a gravely fucked out voice

It didn’t take a few more thrusts before a fire settled in her lower stomach, his cock hitting her g-stop with every thrust and the dildo hitting spots inside her ass she didn’t think could feel this good.

Drool started sliding down from her swollen lips and eyes rolled back as she came the hardest she’s had all night, her liquids pools below them and she couldn’t tell if it was her cum or piss but at this point she couldn’t bring herself to care as her body is shaking from the overwhelming feeling and the man still thrusting into her abused cunt.

“fuck! I’m going to cum where do you want it?” he man frantically asked her

“i-inside! Please master!” she screamed out, voice breaking

“what was that kitten?!”

“you want master to breed this tight fucking cunt, huh?!”

All she could do was nod frantically, too fucked out to answer but Sanemi didn’t need her to. He lets go of the dildo opting to grab her hips in both hands and thrust up faster, chasing his own peak before he fell off it. Sanemi slammed her down fully onto his cock as he shoots his cum into her deepest parts, groaning as he finally finished after being hard for so long. Y/Ns body went limp in his arms as they tried to catch their breaths not wanting to move just yet. Sanemi petted her hair while placing comforting kisses on her forehead “that’s my good girl” he praised

“let’s move to my side of the bed before cleaning up okay?” he asks knowing she doesn’t like to be away from him after a scene opting to clean after she comes down.

Sanemi puts his hands under her still swollen ass and lifts her against his chest, she would fight him about it but she’s too tired to care letting him carry her over to the other side of their bed, his softening cock still inside her but after he lays then down he reaches behind her and starts to pull the dildo out, making her whine and tremble against his chest “shh I know baby” he soothes pulling it out as gently as possible before throwing it to the side and holding her close “you did so well for me” he whispers against her hair but the women was already asleep in his arms, Sanemi smiles down at her cute sleeping face that’s even cuter with the cat ears still attached to her messy hair. He sighs “maybe the cleaning can wait awhile” he whispers to himself not having the heart to wake her so he just tightens his arms around her and listens to her breathing before drifting off to sleep himself.

[rocketqueen1989x]

Blue jeans

AxlRoseXreader

warnings: fluff , soft axl , sex references and foreplay

📍: Paris , France

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2024

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how can a man look so fucking hot ? i really need some answers

My husband was sat next to me as we were driving to a restaurant to have some food with beta and her family. Beta is axl’s manger. Well she’s basically his mother. Axl and beta are like family and have been like that since the early 90s. I’m my eyes she saved him from a lot of shit

i looked over at my husband just admiring him. He looked so fucking hot tonight. I mean he looks hot every single day but tonight …

somethings different and Im really trying to control myself over here.

Axl was wearing a blue ripped jeans and a skull belt , a white shirt which he knew I fucking loved. Whenever he wears a white shirt it makes me go fucking crazy and I Don’t know why. It’s probably because he suits it and his nipple piercing can be seen sometimes.

Over the white shirt he had a dark navy long sleeved checkered flannel. The buttons were undo so I could see the white shirt under and I could also see his nipple piercing.

He looked so majestic. He had his big bulky rings fingers on his fingers as they danced on the steering wheel as he drove. His fingers bounced in time with the music that was playing on the radio lowly. He had his two sliver cross necklaces that hung around his neck and sat dangling on his chest

His hair was back and the sun was hitting him perfectly. The sun was gleaming down on his head and it made his hair look even more fiery ginger which was cute. I’ve noticed lately his hair is going more blonde than ginger but whenever the sun gets to it the ginger comes out more .

I felt his hand come to my knee lightly stroking it then stroking his soft big hand up to my thigh. My eyes traced down and I got butterflies just at the sight. His veins were sticking out of his hand and the way his rings hugged around his long fingers done something to me.

He was turning me on so much and he didn’t even know it but I didn’t realise what I was doing until I snapped out whatever I was in. I had closed my thighs together at the feeling of myself getting horny and my panties were wet from my heat

I looked back over at him and he was completely oblivious to my whole situation. i put my hand on his and rubbed up arm slowly and back down making him look over at me . My legs felt weak and my feelings got stronger

His eyes burned into mine and I could feel my pussy getting even more wet under me. now my husband was looking over at me but only for a second but looking back on the road. “pass me a mint ,please babe”

Axl asked me and I got him one leaning over. His mouth was open and I popped it in his mouth. “thanks “ he replied and I noticed we were now stopped at a red light.

i smiled leaning back over to him grabbing his face gently making him face me and kissing his lips. But when I kissed his lips it was more deeper and he noticed. Axl kissed me back with the same passion and I pulled him more into the kiss by pulling on his shirt.

I pulled back and kissed his lips again. I could tell he was caught off by the kiss because he it took him time to kiss me back the 2nd time. A I didn’t realise that I done it but my tongue traced over his bottom lip and soon enough your lips were moving in a sync.

A groan came from his lips as I began to suck on his bottom lip but unfortunately a loud beep came from behind us and ruined the moment

I pulled back sitting back in my seat smirking as I looked out of the window like nothing happened but I knew he was looking at me. The car started and we started to drive again but I could tell his eyes never left me

My hand went back on his as it was still on my thigh while he drove. my thumb traced over his knuckles and I shifted in my seat a little. I looked over to my left to see a big ass grin on his face.

“what the fuck was that ?”

Axl laughed looking back at the road then back at me and i chuckled at him acting clueless.

“what do you mean ?” I asked laughing with him and he raised his ginger brows looking over at me as we nod pulled up in the parking lot of the restaurant

I turned to him and he was already looking at me taking his car keys out .i looked back at him and he was just looking at me now with a smirk plastered proudly on his lips.

“what was all that about ? That sloppily fucking kiss “ I giggled at him shaking my head as I took off my belt while grabbing my purse which was at my feet on the ground of Axl’s car

I met his bright blue eyes once again and Axl curled his tongue on the inside of his cheek. Oh fuck that was hot as fuck. Axl looked down at me and matched his eyes. His eyes flickered down to my thighs then back up at me

“Okay.what’s up “ Axl asked crossing his arm with that smirk still on his face

“nothing baby . I just wanted a kiss“ I shrugged and he squinted his eyes trying to figure out something but he didn’t know what

“Mhmmm” Axl hummed grabbing his phone from the holder .i looked over and smiled looking at him. I couldn’t help but keep looking at him all the time. He just looked so fucking yummy.

I wanted him there and then if I’m being truthful

I just wanted all of him right now!

“Are you horny or something?” Axl blurted out looking at me and I laughed at how straight forward he was. This is one of the reasons why I love him

“no I’m fine Axl “ I lied to his face as I laughed and he scoffed at me

“don’t lie. i think I know when my wife is Horny or not” Axl stool off his seat belt and I laughed

I lean forward and peck his cheek “I’m fine “ I said but as I pulled away his hand went under my dress , in the middle of my thighs and his fingers traced along my wet panties

Oh fuck

“you sure about that ,sweetheart ?”

I closed thighs trapping his hand there and a light moan came from my lips as his finger traced along my covered clit. Axl leaned to me and pecked my cheek. I put my head down with a moan as his fingers teased me through the thin fabric of my thong

“A-axl “ I say trying to pull his hand out but he wouldn’t move.

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❥ YOU HAVE GOT YOUR HOOKS IN ME

S. GOJO X READER

warnings: plot what plot, reader has a pussy, dom!reader, sub!gojo, homemade video, pet names (baby, sweetheart, honey, pretty boy), praise, mild sadism, bondage, begging, handjob, blowjob, mild cbt?, the barest hint of sounding, face riding, multiple orgasms, mentioned aftercare

word count: 2.1k

notes: hiiiii this is for @nymphoheretic’s xxxhub collab! it was weird how quickly this idea popped into my head, and i’m so pleased that i found the time (and headspace) to get it down on paper. title is from sleep token’s ‘rain’. hope you all enjoy pathetic subby gojo <3

The thing about Gojo is that he always gets what he wants. Sometimes it’s given to him. Sometimes he earns it. But most times he just takes for himself. Why not, with all that power of his?

But then there’s you. You who steals that power from him. Who he willingly gives it up to, staring up at you from the chair he’s bound to with foggy blue eyes and parted lips.

“You sure you’re ready for me, sweetheart?” you tease, looking directly at the camera in the corner as you throw a leg over his thighs and caress the back of his head. This isn’t the first time you’ve filmed your escapades, and you’re sure it won’t be the last.

Satoru nods his head quickly, swallowing thickly when you gently scratch his neck with sharply pointed nails. His hard-on is pressing against your covered cunt, already so hard and leaking pre. You can’t blame him. You’ve had him tied here for the better part of an hour, making him watch as you strut around in your pleather bodysuit, heeled boots clacking on the wooden floor. You had acted bored, touching him every once in a while—a hand tracing up his bare chest, maybe giving his hair a little pull.

He’s actually been shivering for a few minutes now, growing more desperate with each passing second. And you both know that he really could just break free of the ropes around his wrist. If he didn’t want to play the game he’s more than capable of overpowering you. He’s done it once and never again, not after you ignored him for a solid month after.

You hover over his lips, cooing sweetly, “promise to be good for me, pretty boy?” while grinding yourself against him.

“Yeah,” he grunts, “yes, yes, I’ll be good. I’ll be so good.” Desperation sounds good on him. It’ll sound even better when you watch it over.

For a moment you just smirk at him, admiring his attractive face, how flushed his cheeks are. Then you finally give him a chaste kiss and slide off of him to your knees.

You never took his pants off all the way, the waistband hugging his thighs, exposing his twitching cock and heavy balls. Transparent fluid is running down the side of his shaft, and Satoru jolts violently when you gather some of it on your finger, the first true touch you’ve graced him with.

Other than his pants, he’s in nothing but a black collar, ‘O’ ring dangling prettily over the notch of his collarbone. His white hair wild, his lips red from the way he’s been biting them in anticipation. You could probably make him do anything at this point.

Another little jolt when you spit on the head of his cock, and you watch his expression when you wrap your hand around him and squeeze.

“Ohh, fuck,” he hisses. You can feel the muscles under his skin spasm.

“You’re not gonna cum already, are you?”

“No! Nonono, I won’t!”

“Good.” He knows the rules. Only when you give him permission.

It only takes a few strokes for his eyes to roll into the back of his head, hips twitching minutely. He isn’t allowed to move unless you tell him to. Isn’t allowed to buck or wiggle. All he’s allowed to do is beg.

“Feels good, baby?”

“Y-yeah. Feels good.”

“You want me to go faster?”

His beautiful face scrunches up, probably debating if he’ll be able to keep from cumming, but in the end the need for pleasure wins. “Yes. Please, yeah, faster.”

So you do as he asks, beginning to pump his cock just a little quicker. The pre that’s leaking from his head mixes with your spit and makes it easy for your palm to glide over him, and you hope the camera is catching the shine of it. With your other hand you reach up to play with his balls, massaging them and giving tiny, mindful squeezes.

“Good—ah—fuck, fuck…”

The all powerful Satoru Gojo, so weak from a little handjob. Whatever would he do if this tape were to fall into the wrong hands?

“You know if you cum it just means you’ll have to make it up to me,” you warn.

“M’tryin’ not to,” he grunts out, voice tight.

“Oh yeah? How ‘bout I help you with that?” You press your nails into the seam of his sack. Not enough to puncture or draw blood, but enough to get his attention, to make him yelp and stave off the orgasm that you know was already approaching.

“God dammit!”

You grin at him sweetly. “Still feel like you need to cum?”

Judging by the way his dick is still throbbing in your hand you know the answer, but Satoru answers, “no,” and exhales in what might be relief.

“Good.”

He’s still leaking, and you take pleasure in lapping it up with your tongue, kitten licks that flick over his head and wet the little hole that sits at his crown. Satoru shudders and moans, head lolling backward. You suckle at his velvet skin and god, he has such a pretty cock. Hot and warm in your mouth when you finally take him in, thick as your throat closes around him, and so long, easily hitting the back of your throat. Saliva pools in your mouth, and you’re happy to make a mess, sloppy as you suck him off, making an effort to look at the camera even if the angle makes it hard to.

“Nngh, baby, fuck yes, so good…”

You play with his balls again, licking the base of his dick before moving to suck one of them into your mouth. His groans grow louder when you start pumping his cock, faster and faster, and then you stop sucking in order to eye his tip closely, purposely but carefully dipping the very, very tip of a nail into the slit of it.

Satoru swears loudly and cums on the spot, always did like a little pain with his pleasure.

“Fuck, sorry!” he cries, trembling as white spurts from his cock and splatters his pants and your chest. “S-sorry, sorry!”

“Oh, I know, honey. It’s okay. You can make it up to me by cleaning me off, yeah?”

You stand up and straddle him again, giggling when you sit on his extra sensitive cock now. He groans in discomfort but still tries to rut his hips up into you, not stopping when you pull his face to your chest.

Satoru eagerly laps at his mess, licking up every drop and string of cum, placing desperate kisses as he goes.

“Good boy,” you praise, holding his hair tightly as you push your tits into him further, humming happily when he sucks on one of your nipples.

You suppose he likes the lack of control, enjoys being able to give it up in a safe environment. Satoru is always under so much pressure. He may laugh and joke and make an all around ass of himself, but you’ve always been able to see the terror in those crystalline eyes. The self-doubt and self-hatred. What could I have done better? How could I have saved him? And you can’t do anything to take his regrets away from him, but you can make him forget about them temporarily.

It’s also why you film it, cathartic for him to rewatch and remember what powerlessness feels like (or could feel like) and that he can still be safe, still be taken care of. It’s not like the recordings can be posted anywhere. His reputation is that of an arrogant little shit, but if it got out that there was also a submissive side to Satoru Gojo, well… Having the recordings for yourselves is really all you need, though. Nobody else needs to know that the most feared sorcerer likes being walked around on a leash and having his balls stepped on.

“Your mouth feels so nice. Let’s put it to better use.” You push off of him again, walking behind the chair and making quick work of his hands. No sooner does he have them safely in front of him do you tip the chair backward, catching it before his head can hit the ground and laughing at the fearful shout that’s still echoing in the room.

“Sorry, baby. Didn’t want you to think you’re free just yet.”

Now on his back (albeit awkwardly) you lower yourself to his face, putting your weight on your knees and reaching down to unzip the crotch of your bodysuit.

Satoru actually whimpers at the sight of your pussy, eager to touch, and you slap his hands back down when he attempts to.

“Ah ah,” you sing. “Did I say you could touch me yet?”

“No,” he whispers. “Sorry.”

You hum, not quite as sadistic as you sometimes feel with him, but of course you still need to make him wait a little longer now.

“I’ll let you, but first you have to tell me how bad you want it. Tell me how pretty this cunt is.”

Immediately he’s a babbling mess, growing less and less coherent as you start laying feather light touches on his twitchy cock.

“Want it so bad please please so pretty so perfect drippin’ on my face right now please lemme taste you baby want you to suffocate me want you to sit on me I’m begging you fuck me please…”

You shush him, fingers slow and ghost-like on his dick. He’s bucking to gain more friction, hands clenched against the wood of the floor, and when you give him the permission he’s so desperately craving, Satoru lets out the most pitiful, grateful sob before he roughly pulls you to his face.

He eats your pussy like a starving man, straining his neck and tongue to lick as deeply as possible. You let him have his fun for a while, enjoy how he sucks on your clit and kisses your lips. You’ve felt slick gathering between your legs for some time now, so you know it’s drenching his face, but you haven’t even begun to make a mess out of him.

Once you’ve had enough of his clumsy feasting, you take hold of his thick hair again and start to ride him, commanding him to, “stick your tongue out, pretty boy,” so that you can grind against it. You rock back and forth expertly, hooded eyes looking toward the camera every so often, moaning at the sensation and gasping every time your swollen clit bumps against his nose.

Satoru doesn’t complain. You may be merciless, using him like a little toy, but he loves it. He’s told you.

If I could die with your thighs squeezin’ my head, I’d die a happy man.

You took it to heart and use it to your advantage, rubbing your pussy up and down his face until you feel heat spreading through your belly. You’re getting close, so close, he’s so good for you…

“I’m about to cum,” you warn him. “You want me to cum all over your pretty face, yeah?” He moans against you in confirmation, the hands at your hips digging into your skin and moving you faster. You didn’t tell him he could do that, but you’ll give him a pass. It’s only because he wants to drink you so bad.

Your orgasm crests, walls contracting, and you feel your pussy push more slick out of you along with a thin but steady stream of squirt.

Satoru releases a broken moan, Adam’s apple bobbing with every gulp of you he takes, dick twitching with his second climax. He releases a couple of thick strings, but the rest drips out of him, splattering over his stomach and pooling in his belly button. Once the waves stop crashing, you lean back against his knees, still hanging over the seat of the chair, and scoot back to sit on his chest without care of the white mess beneath you.

As predicted, his face is absolutely coated in your slick. Even his eyelashes are wet with it. His cheeks are red, lips swollen, but all he does is smack them in satisfaction, looking like the cat that got the cream.

“Enjoy yourself?” you chuckle at him.

He looks all fucked out when he nods. “Mhmm. Yes, ma’am.”

Feeling like you can finally walk, you stand up and once you gain your balance you help Satoru to his feet. Despite the fact that he’s considerably taller than you, you beam up at him and pet his face, still very much in charge when you tell him, “you did so well for me, Toru.”

His shoulders sag in relaxation, a soft, stoned smile spreading across his face. “Always wanna be good for you.”

You wipe his lips mostly clean of your cum then lightly pull him down for a kiss. Your endorphins are running high, and you know his are too. He took such good care of you, so it’s time for you to take care of him.

“Let’s take a bath, yeah? Get my pretty boy all cleaned up.”

He nods, blinking heavy eyes at you. Hooking a finger in the ring of his collar, you lead him into the bathroom, leveling one last little wink at the camera that’s still recording from the corner.

2023©️shdo-xplosion. please do not plagiarize, alter, or repost my work to any other platforms.

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＃GENSHIN IMPACT !! ♡ — ON THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON (CHILDE X READER).

#. synopsis! — childe knows he doesn't deserve this, but he just can't let you go .

#. characters! — childe .

#. warnings! — angst .

#. word count! — 1k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — this is my "from the vault" era. most of the things i'll be posting for a while will probably have been started anywhere from a few months to over a year ago. i have a huge google doc just stocked with fics that i started and never finished, so i'm trying to wrap some of them up neatly enough to post them and at least let them see the light of day lol.

It’s always lonely at the top.

On nights like this, Childe realizes that now more than ever. Snezhnaya is his home, —but in a more abstract sense of the term. He knows the snow-covered lands and the bitter chill of frost like the backs of his scarred hands, and yet this nation feels less like the soft place he can fall upon each time he returns from somewhere else. It’s the center of his youth, the place that fills most of his heart, but things have certainly changed since he was little more than a young boy who loved making angels in the snow. The world moves faster now; days bleed into weeks in a matter of moments, and there are many times Childe wishes that the weather could freeze time like it does everything else around here.

Still, maybe it’s better that it doesn't. Even if it did somehow, he’s not sure how he’d spend that time anyway. A part of him is all too certain that he’d waste it away, losing sight of his goals within seconds.

He’s always been too driven by madness for his own good.

The viscous truth of it all is that Childe craves acceptance, but doesn’t really like to be loved. Even as you sleep next to him, his arm clutched in your warm, forgiving grip; he doesn’t know how to put such thoughts to the wayside. Selfishly, he wants you. Sometimes, it feels like he needs you. Realistically, though, Childe knows he shouldn’t have you. You’re not much of a fighter, and your only ties to the Fatui are through him, which he holds an insurmountable level of shame and regret for. If not for him, he’s certain your life would be a lot less complicated.

You’ve even said so yourself, albeit only jokingly. Those few little quips hold just enough water for Childe to drown himself in them, though. He wants to push you away as his lungs fill in and oxygen depletes, but you’re so goddamn intoxicating that he can’t bear the thought of parting ways. You snuggle closer to him as if seeking the heat of his body, —as if seeking the protection it offers from any ghoulish figures that could pop up in your otherwise sugar coated dreams.

Childe isn’t sure what he’d do without this, —without the ability to come staggering home to you. Truthfully, you’re more of a home to him now than Snezhnaya has ever been. He yearns for nights like this more than you’ll ever know, more than he’ll ever be able to articulate properly, because Celestia knows he’s never been very good with words.

Not when they’re genuine, anyway.

He can put on a show just fine, put that charismatic mask on and make strangers fall to their knees at his feet. But once they get a glimpse of the monster inside that lusts for violence and bloodshed on every battlefield, they run for the hills. And Childe isn't naive enough to wonder why. He knows, probably better than anyone else ever will, that he is hard to love, and even more difficult to be loved by.

When everything is going steady, he likes to send some ripples through the water just because he can. He pushes buttons he knows he should leave alone, —maybe because he can’t help himself, or maybe because deep down, he wants to push you away. You can’t just up and decide that you want to see him rot his way back into the earth beneath his feet if he flips all the right switches and makes it happen at will. There’s no disappointment to be had there if he’s the one who incites it; like flicking a match and watching your house go up in flames.

If he does it to himself, there’s no reason to be sad about it.

Self-sabotage has always been kind of his thing. Still, here you are with your soft tufts of breath fanning against him, trusting him not to let himself snap to the point of no return and burn everything down around you both (figuratively and literally.) And for the life of him, —Childe doesn’t get it. He really doesn’t. You’ve always wanted a simpler life, one you know he can’t give you. . . But here you are, and he doesn’t have the heart to push you away like he knows deep down that he should.

If he’s being honest with himself, and this is one of the rare times that he is, he knows he should be building his walls high enough to force you out if that’s what it takes. Everytime you lay with him like this, he knows he’s stealing that tranquil life you’ve always wanted away from you, and it eats him up inside. He’s not what’s best for anybody, nonetheless for you.

He knows, he knows, he knows. . . He really should just—

“Hey,” you say softly, and his resolve crumbles away like the walls he tries to build between himself and you. “Can’t sleep?”

Childe looks over at you and pauses for a few moments, admiring the way you love him, even when he doesn’t deserve it. Then he thinks to himself that he’s never truly deserved it, and the cycle begins again. He hums in acknowledgement, and you hold him closer, like you’re trying to mend all his broken pieces back together (even if you don’t know it.) It won’t help him sleep, but it feels nice to be cared for like this. To be loved, to be seen. . . To be stripped bare in the moonlight that spills in from your window is a blessing sent straight from Celestia, and it makes him wonder just what he’s ever done well enough to have ended up here in his lifetime.

“You’re thinking too much,” you say.

He almost laughs, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

“Yeah,” he agrees, “I know.”

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Prompt 28 - Dogwalker Au

@wolfstarmicrofic April 28, word count 785

Remus relished his daily walk through the little park beside his house. It was a good way to blow away the cobwebs and stretch out his aching muscles from being hunched over his desk for the last eight hours researching.

Sometimes, when he was too tired to walk, he’d just sit on one of the benches and people watch. He liked to make up little stories about them. Like today, there was a red-headed mum pushing her son around in his pushchair. She’d had a long day fighting off the evil wizards that plagued this land and wanted to ask the fairies to protect her son. But at what cost? He thought to himself, chuckling to himself at the absurdity of his made-up world.

He spotted a pudgy man who was grasping his briefcase to his chest, his eyes darting this way and that. He was clearly a spy and was on his way to divulge key information to his boss. Remus couldn’t quite decide if he was going to the good or the bad guys, but before he could come to a conclusion, a flash of long curly hair caught his attention, as a man so beautiful Remus instantly decided he was a siren with legs, raced across the grass after a huge black dog.

“Come back Pads!” The man yelled as he tripped over his own laces, falling over. He jumped back to his feet, spitting out a mouthful of grass and dirt before lunging forward again after the great beast. They soon ran out of sight, only the dog’s playful barks letting Remus know he was still on the loose. 

Remus groaned as he stood, his joints popping and creaking as he set off back to the entrance. He’d gone maybe two or three paces when his feet were suddenly not beneath him. He landed on the stony path with a loud thump. Pain instantly sped up his back and he winced until it ebbed. “I am so sorry!” He heard the man calling as his heavy boots clumping towards him. 

The dog, hanging its head a bit as though it knew it had done wrong, came and lay down next to Remus, dropping its huge head into his lap. 

The man got to him, breathless and hugging his knees as he drew in lungfuls of air. “I. Am. So. Sorry.” He said again between breaths. He held up the snapped lead. “He chewed through it when I wasn’t looking and took off. Normally he’s really good, but today, I honestly don’t know what got into him.”

Remus had barely heard what the man had said, he’d been concentrating on the way his full lips moved around the words. 

“Hi, I’m Remus,” He said, wanting to introduce himself. The man blinked at him and then grinned. 

“Hi, I'm Sirius and that clown is Sir Paddington the third or, as I like to call him, Oi come back!” Remus looked down at the now calm dog and patted his head gently. 

“Well, hello, Sir Paddington.”

“The third,” Sirius prompted. 

“The third.” Remus smiled as Sirius manoeuvred himself beside Remus. He looped the handle end of the ruined lead through the dog’s collar and slid the lead part through it, fashioning a new restraint. 

“There, I might actually be able to get you home now.” Sirius chastised the dog. He yanked the lead to get the dog on its feet and then offered a hand to Remus, who was still sitting on the ground. “Can I help you home first? Get you a coffee to apologise?” Remus shook his head and pointed at the house across the park. 

“That’s me there. No coffee shops in between, I’m afraid.” He joked. Then an idea sparked in his mind. “But you can come and make me one if you want.” The man and his dog intrigued him. The siren with legs and his furry pal. Perhaps he’d sung a song to enrapture Remus and that’s why he’d offered. Remus put aside his silly stories and waited for Sirius’s answer. 

“Yeah, go on then.” Sirius grinned. “Can this one come as well or should I take him home first?” Remus thought that Pads probably didn’t get invited to many places due to his size. 

“As long as he doesn’t eat my books, he’s more than welcome.” 

“Hear that, Pads? I think you just made a friend.” Sirius scratched his dog behind the ears. 

They walked the short distance to Remus’s house, chatting and getting to know each other. Remus and Sirius spent many afternoons after their first encounter walking Pads around the park, though Sirius had bought a metal lead now, one that Pads couldn’t chew through.            

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Surprise hi @disfrutalakia! I've sorta considered writing one before, but I've never done a sickfic, and I'm not exactly against writing more, they're just not my preferred genre. But I hope you guys think this is alright and have fun reading!

I'll Take Care Of You

661 words

Emetophobia (vomit warning) but not really detailed

I woke myself up coughing again. They're the same as always, dry and raspy, but one cough almost always leads to a fit of them, leaving me to choke on my breath while trying to catch it.

As uneasy as I feel sometimes when Dapper isn't in my immediate line of sight and has woken up and gone off to do whatever he does before I'm ready for the day, I'm kind of relieved she's elsewhere in these moments, the less island inhabitants to worry about me like this, the better.

I tightened the cloak around me slightly as I reached the warpstone in my entryway, and put in the coordinates for Forever's base.

My ears rang a tad as the teleportation device emitted its usual noise and vertigo wrapped itself around me like a blanket for a moment once I reached his house.

Everything looked the same. A giant circle of white blocks making up the ground. A jacaranda tree on a grass bed in the center. Small clicks and buzzing came from the hummingbirds behind a glass enclosure a metre or so away.

But no Forever who would've normally come out to greet whoever made the warpstone go off.

"Forever? Ding dong."

I said while knocking on the doorframe as I entered the unlocked base.

I heard footsteps, expecting them and their occupant to head my direction, which they started to, but changed to a quicker pace in another direction.

Already knowing where they were heading, I followed after, coming up on the doorway just in time for the sound of something splashing against water.

I sat down behind the person who's knees dug into tile and who's head was currently halfway inside a toilet bowl, one of my hands reaching to smooth the blonde flyaway's and lift the bangs from sticking to their forehead, the other using my thumb to rub circles into their shoulder.

"Hi Bad"

"Hi Forever."

"I'm sorry."

"Nope, we've done this before, and we'll do it again."

"Still-"

Whatever comment was about to be added was cutoff by another stomach convulsion and another splash.

"Think you're finished?"

"Probably."

"Wanna stand up with me?"

"Not really."

"Because you don't think you're done or because you don't really wanna move?"

"The second one."

"I feel ya. Can I help you anyway?"

"Okay."

I put my hands on the ground on either side of me, bracing myself for the inevitable sound of joints popping, and let the wave of dizziness hold me briefly as I stood up fully.

I wrapped one arm around Forever's waist and put the other across his chest to counterbalance the support and lifted him up, his joints making a similar noise, and led him to the sink nearby.

I took a water bottle from my backpack, unscrewed the lid, and handed it to him, ignoring my hands shaking slightly as I did so.

"Swish and spit, there you go."

"Badboy?"

"Mhm?"

"Why are you doing this?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you take care of me?"

"Well, why do you take care of me?"

"Because I know you don't feel good and because you deserve it."

"Mhm. Do you think you answered your own question?"

"Yeah."

I wasn't holding anything anymore, but my hands still kind of shook, all of me did actually, and my head kind of hurt, and I was coughing again.

Forever had a hand that moved gently across my shoulder the whole time.

When I was finished, he handed me the still opened water I gave him a few minutes prior, I didn't hesitate to take a couple sips, not like it could make either of us any worse.

I helped lift his head so we made eye contact. There was still some hair stuck to his forehead because the sweat hadn't completely stopped. I rubbed a thumb across the large freckles of void across his cheekbone.

"Sorry."

"We've done this before, we'll do it again."

"Okay."

[crowlixcx]

For the brainrot series - as though you don't have enough requests, but I heard this song again today and the resulting assault on my imagination has irrevocably damaged my sanity, and I had to say something because I will not be suffering alone.

Okay, so, picture this:

Crowley is tired of the way things have been weird in this vague post-S3 world I'm picturing, and he's decided he's gonna Do Something About It (mostly because he's already about 'if I'm not a bush I'm not no one' levels of drunk). Naturally, he decides that what he's gonna do is woo his angel.

Easy enough. Humans do this shit all the time, and without the benefit of 6000 years of mutual pining and some slinky hips. In fact, thanks to his extensive knowledge of romcoms (a must for any demon if they want to learn inventive ways to sow discord among couple, etc, and for no other reason), he's decided that the perfect course of action is to serenade Aziraphale with a song that perfectly encapsulates his squishy, kind of embarrassingly soft feelings that the angel just has to give in and accept his expertly plighted troth (probably not a euphemism).

He is, at this point, at the 'I'm washing me and my clothes' stage of his drinking binge, but he's nervous, so sue him.

It takes him foreeeeever to pick a song (he only knows "bebop" won't do, but unfortunately that covers such a wide and sometimes contradictory swath of all music made since the 1940s, it's pretty impossible), and he keeps second guessing himself, so he makes it to the 'Kiefer Sutherland tackling a Christmas tree' stage of blitzed and hits shuffle on his 'Embarrassing Angelfeels I Can Never Admit To Even Under Pain Of Total Annihilation' Spotify playlist et VOILA! The perfect song! Crowley can't believe his luck, and he sets his plan into motion before he can do something stupid, like sober up.

So, it's about 3 in the morning at this point, and Crowley has set up his speaker system in the middle of the street facing Aziraphale's bookshop, and as you do, he climbs onto a stolen crate (containing an order of dildos the adult entertainment shop three streets over is going to be looking for in about five hours) and shouts for Aziraphale until the angel, and anyone else unfortunate enough to be hanging around at 3am on a Wednesday (mostly Mrs. Sandwich and her girls and poor Nina, who has unwisely chosen to arrive extra early to wait on a delivery of hazelnut syrup), pops their heads out to see what the deuce is going on.

Once he sees his darling angel, Crowley takes another swig of frankly embarrassingly cheap vodka for a demon of his tastes, hefts hus microphone, and starts to sing (for a given value of sing).

It starts off soft, all chimes and romantic piano, full of joy and longing, and Aziraphale's face does that thing where he's definitely embarrassed, but also pleased, so Crowley shuts his eyes, and that's when the disco beat drops.

Oh yes. Crowley is about to fucking boogie down for the love of his life.

He busts out all the moves, wiggling those slinky hips (because he's never been one not to use every weapon at his disposal), belting out mostly the right lyrics in somewhat the right key, generally on time and everything.

Aziraphale's face, if Crowley would open his eyes and look, is now crossing over into horrified, yet hopelessly enamored, with a dash of down bad. His tastes are varied and interesting, okay?

The music fades out before Crowley does, still belting for a good thirty seconds after the track changes to 'The Edge of Glory', which isn't as perfect for his purposes, but Aziraphale hasn't fallen to his knees in besotted supplication (also not a euphemism, probably), so Crowley figures he may as well, and the whole street is both glad and a little disappointed that this is when Aziraphale steps away from the shop door, reaches up for Crowley's hand, and drags him off the box of dildos and towards the shop.

"That's lovely, dear. Why don't we go inside so you can sleep this off before we talk about it."

Crowley, of course, follows along happily, about 80% sure that is a euphemism, and decides send a little blessing to Barbra Streisand in gratitude. He knew 'The Main Event/Fight' had been the right song to choose.

(It was not, in fact, a euphemism, and Crowley thinks the squirming agony of having to listen to Aziraphale somehow turn a love confession into a lecture about proper methods of courtship and being considerate of human sleep cycles while suffering the worst hangover of his entire existence is possibly the best worst thing he's ever experienced. Hell should take notes.)

(They spend the rest of the day getting to know each other, and that is a euphemism.)

Now.

Did I fail to peel this mental image off the surface of my brain for the last 24 hours and decide to share the agony and the ecstasy of it? Oh yes.

Is it the perfect song to confess your love to your ineffable crush with? Debatable, but it has good results of one (1) success and no failures so far, so we can't really say no.

Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.

The level of detail in this is unmatched. The creativity? Inspired. When I started th brainrot series never did I think I would receive something of this gravitas. Bravo my dear, I'm in the palm of your hand. And the specificity of the playlist turning to Edge Of Glory? Delicious. This is truly, marvellously unhinged. God bless the Babs and to you for the gift you have bestowed upon me. I will treat it with love and care.

[kristowldeer]

A Dry Pie

Part 5

I’ve never thought that it will take me to a part 5 and all in a few days … so here we are, riding and having somewhat serious conversation. Maybe it’s the last part? Idk! Please tell me what you think so far :)

The shaky ride in a small carriage cabin was mostly quiet. (Y/N) was sitting in front of Jack and looked at the picturesque evening view through the small window being deeply in thoughts.

– Why so silent all of a sudden, huh? – Jack raised his eyebrows.

– I’m thinking.

– That’s kinda obvious, what are you thinking about?

– Well, – she took a deep breath, – I am kinda confused.

Jack crossed his arms and slightly tilted his head.

– Should I take every word from you by force now or you’ll just tell me?

– With this whole situation.

– I don’t see anything confusing about it. What, you wanted me to court you for a year and a half and then, maybe, we would’ve talked about a possibility of moving together? – his tone was mocking, – I thought you too were above all this nonsense that commoners do. Why waste time when you can get straight to the business?

– It is very easy, isn’t it? – (Y/N) tiredly chuckled to herself, – Relationships are always about business to you?

– Please, stop with rhetorical questions, – he rolled his eyes in annoyance, – Are you an over-thinker? Because I’m not. I like you, I like what we’re… doing together, and I don’t think of any possible problems and scenarios in which I might change my mind about it.

– But you don’t know me, mr Horner, and I really don’t know you.

– Please, I’ve seen enough to understand what’s what. Your beauty is outstanding even by my high standards, you have a very… seductive physique, your health by what I’ve seen and checked is fine to bare children-

– Children?!

If (Y/N) eyes could pop from such an intense shock than they would have probably fallen out at this moment.

– Yes, why are you screaming?

– Mr Horner, I’ve known you just for a few days and right now we’re talking about being parents in your carriage on the way to your mansion for me to live in, is this your average relationship talk?!

– I’ve never been in a relationship.

She felt silent and leaned against the wall of a cabin behind her, while Jack averted his gaze to the window.

– Are you being serious right now? – (Y/N) asks in disbelief.

– Why should I lie? Yes, I’ve had some interactions previously but nothing serious came out of it.

– Why?

– Because I didn’t want it to.

They both fell silent for a moment, listening to the clatter of horse hooves outside.

– Than why this all of a sudden?

– I’ve already explained it to you-

– No, – she cut him short, – I find it hardly believable that my physique is so outstanding, that you decided to ask me to move in with you.

– Well, I didn’t exactly ask-

– Mr Horner.

– Ugh, fine! You’re so inquisitive you know? Sometimes almost unbearably.

Jack waited for her to respond with some snarky remark, but she only blinked in anticipation for a proper answer.

– I find you… quite amusing.

– What’s that supposed to mean if I may ask?

– Interesting, funny, cunning, knowledgeable etc etc, what, happy now? – he blurted out avoiding eye contact.

– You’re not so big on compliments, are you? – (Y/N) teased him.

– These are facts.

– Than what is a “compliment” for you?

– Well I think compliments are supposed to mean something valuable for specifically the one who says them, not the generally recognisable virtues.

A coy smile was spreading across (Y/N) face and she leaned a little bit forward to say in a playfully quiet voice:

– Can you tell me one?

– What? Im not in the mood, – Jack’s grumpy expression was sabotaged by his darting eyes.

– Please, mr Horner, – she seductively laid her hand on his knee.

Slowly warm redness started to crawl to his pale puffy cheeks. Jack was nervously looking at (Y/N) as if it was the first time he was ever touched by her. And then he breathed out in frustration:

– Ugh, fine! You make me- No, with you I feel- I start to think about- I’m starting to plan future. Together. That’s it! Happy? Are you satisfied, miss “I’m the most influential critic and your pie is dry”, huh?

(Y/N) carefully stood up in a shaky carriage to seat herself at his lap.

– You know, – her hands were sliding around Jack’s neck, – I’m a very influential critic, and it is very hard to please me, – (Y/N) looked at his red face, – But you did good, Big Daddy.

He was clenching his fists so hard because of this building up pressure that his knuckles became as white as they could possibly get.

– Do not provoke me here, – Jack gritted through his teeth.

– Or what will you do, mr Horner?

– I-

The carriage suddenly stopped making them collide a little.

– Are you delivering some thrash, you idiot?! Be careful when you stop! – Jack screamed to the coachman and then cleared his throat, – That’s it, we’re here.

– Will you carry me in your arms? – (Y/N) playfully touched the tip of his nose, which made Jack flinch a little.

– No, – this small word caused genuine disappointment, – But… perhaps another time.

(Y/N) smiled and gently pecked his pink cheek.

Oh boy what I’ve gotten myself into.

[ubeerosophy]

Strange How You Never Know

I used to joke that I lost sleep over all the amazing songs I’d never hear. Knowing how they can move us to a different time or a foreign place…new emotions even…I wondered what experience I was missing out on simply through lack of exposure. I’ve discovered songs from no name bands in dive bars along the outskirts of random towns I’ve since listened to a thousand times. Songs that stir something deep within my soul. Emotions drawn from experience. Someone else’s experience.

I once picked a guy up in Indianapolis at what looked something like an old converted military school, but it was probably never any sort of school. It could have been a factory or one of any number of things. I looked it up at the time, and it probably wouldn’t be hard to figure out even now, but the only thing consequential about that part of the story is how sometimes a series of events flow into each other in a way that set a distinguishing tone from the beginning.

As an Uber/Lyft driver, there are sometimes things that shape my perception of a ride before the passenger even gets in my car. The rating is obvious. As drivers, we rate our experiences with a passenger the same way passengers rate their experiences with us. To be fair, this isn’t always an accurate way to judge how a drive is going to go. About the lowest ratings I see on average are around 4.7 out of 5. I’ve had passengers with a 4.5 rating, but it’s rare. Either way, I’d venture to say that as a rule those lower ratings have been positive experiences. I’m almost always pleasantly surprised.

A passenger’s name can often elicit a knee jerk reaction, because sometimes, people will choose something expressive that reflects their personality and interests rather than their actual name. The name is really only necessary and helpful for the driver and passenger to verify they have the right person, but once in a while the passenger apparently wants someone seeing their profile to know something extra about them. The first example that pops into my mind is “JuicyMonkeyBallz.” I may have got the spelling wrong, but you understand what I’m getting at. It’s the same way in the case of the profile picture. Sometimes passengers choose to make a statement with their picture via expression, pose or a filter. In both cases I’ve been misled. JuicyMonkeyBallz was an extremely pleasant and respectful passenger, yet I recently picked up a passenger who had their smiling grandkids on their lap in their profile picture. As soon as I accepted the ride and saw the image, I smiled to myself and even considered telling them when they got in the car how much I enjoyed their picture. I didn’t get the chance. Their tone and demeanor helped me make the decision to keep my mouth shut and just get them where they were going as quickly as possible. Maybe they were just having a bad day.

So back to the place that looked like a converted private school or factory…

When I finally got to the main building, it became readily apparent that it was some sort of apartment building or living quarters. As I parked the car and looked back down at the app, I mused to myself how the passenger’s image looked like a LinkedIn profile picture. It was an extremely polished and professional head shot. Knowing that such things can be deceiving, I waited apprehensively for him to emerge. When he did, he looked exactly like the picture. In a suit and well groomed. He was friendly from the moment he got in, and I was immediately at ease.

Sometimes as rideshare drivers we can’t see our passenger’s destination until we’ve told the app that they are in our car. I believe I picked him up on the Southwest side of the city and was taking him to the Northwest side.

I believe our conversation started with him noting that I had the same name as one of his sons, and shortly thereafter we found ourselves talking about Alaska. I don’t remember how or why we got on that topic, but it isn’t surprising given that I’ll pick my passenger’s brains on travel tips and destinations any chance I get. I love to ask people where they’re from or what their favorite cities are. This gentleman was originally from Alaska and was surprised I’d been there. Beyond asking where they are from, I love to ask passengers that aren’t originally from Indiana how in the world they ended up here of all places. The man began telling me a story that went something like this…

He'd been married with something like 8 to 12 kids, and at some point, his wife had left him to raise them on his own. Work had him traveling occasionally, and eventually he found himself falling in love with an Alaskan Airlines stewardess. She told him that she would marry him and help him raise his kids, but with the stipulation that they had to move with her to her native state of Ohio. With little hesitation, he agreed. While there, he started a roofing company that grew to employ hundreds of people and generate millions of dollars annually. He became rich. Very rich. But with money came temptation and vice, and he failed to repel them. He fell into a lifestyle of drugs, alcohol and women, eventually losing both his marriage and his fortune. The next thing he knew, he was living on the street and defecating in a bucket. He was at rock bottom and suicidal until someone encouraged him to start the rebuilding process. He began serving the same kind of people he had become while also working towards being a pastor. As he talked, I deduced that the place I had picked him up must’ve been a communal living space for recovering alcoholics or drug addicts. Eventually I pulled up to a restaurant and we parted ways. Multiple times during that conversation he would start choking up and have to collect himself, telling me at one point that it was “just hard to talk about.” I would reassure him that he didn’t have to continue, but each time he would. And I’m thankful he did.

I know there are parts of that story that I’m forgetting or maybe remembering slightly different. It’s been a few years ago now. Regardless, of the thousands of drives I’ve done, that’s one that sticks out to me. What a story. I wonder how he’s doing. If he’s a pastor now. If he’s fallen off the wagon. I always want more time with those kind of people than their destination allows, and would almost be willing to drive around for another 30 minutes or so unpaid just to hear extra commentary. I wonder how many amazing people and stories I’ve forgotten in the nearly 7,000 drives I’ve done. Like the amazing songs I’ll never hear, I wonder how many amazing passengers will never get in my car.

Between the conversations I have with an extremely diverse clientele and the quiet moments when no one else is in my car, my mind is inundated with thoughts. Thanks for letting me share them and for joining me on this introductory post. Feel free to comment or ask any additional questions about a particular experience, or just my experiences in general.

The UBeerOsopher

And now...a haiku:

the greatest classroom

in which i have ever sat

Is a vehicle

"We deem those happy who from the experience of life have learnt to bear its ills without being overcome by them." ~ Carl Jung

[glorytodroidkind]

We got two left feet (no toes to spare)

Lowkey this is probably one of my favorite oneshots I've written for Nier Automata? Slightly suggestive content.

Pairing: Eve x human! reader

(I never quite explain how you survived; for the most part that's up to your imagination)

also in this Adam has his own significant other; he calls them Mea Vita, and they call him Amata. Eve calls you Angel, your nickname for him doesn't pop up in this : (

"You're...acting weird. Is everything okay Eve?"

He gulped nervously, fiddling with his fingers. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine Y/N. Everything's a-okay."

You only raised an eyebrow in response. How did this happen? Normally he'd be dragging you out of the copied city for some adventuring. He knew you loved climbing trees, so that's how the two of you spent your time. Also, when was the last time he called you by your name? Lately, he'd been calling you Angel.

...had Adam said something?

"Hey...if there's something going on, will you let me know? If you're hurting..please."

He avoided your gaze and only mumbled in response. Something about not courting you as proper as a human would.

"Huh? What kind of books has your brother been giving you to read!"

"It's not his fault! I just...I wanted to know if I was doing good."

Oh, your heart.

"Then why didn't you ask me? That book was written ages ago anyway, and human dating standards have changed so much that just one book isn't going to be accurate."

"This...wasn't the first one."

"So, how long has this been going on?"

"Hard to say...? This is the fifth book I think."

Five books?! How were you not aware of this sooner?

"Woah..what did these books tell you, buddy?"

"Well..they told me that the man-I guess that'd be me-would um...whoo the woman? And moving in weird ways seemed to be popular?"

You stifled a laugh, glad that at this moment, at least, you were alone in the forest. Eve was just too cute sometimes.

"You mean dancing? Oh, man, I'm terrible at it!"

"That is something I am too painfully aware of," Adam said, walking in on your conversation. "My poor, poor toes."

"Brother, you know how to dance?!" Eve exclaimed, almost shaking Adam by his shirt. "Please please teach me!"

Adam chuckled, laying a hand on Eve's shoulder to coax him to calm down.

"Alright, I'll show you and Y/N how to dance. In return, I'll gain more research for my studies so I'll be finely compensated for my time."

You laughed at Eve's eagerness even at the cost of his toes.

"First things first...Y/N, come here."

You were led into position by Adam, who moved your left arm to be on Eve's shoulder and your right hand in Eve's.

"Now Eve, just place your hand on Y/N's waist..."

...

...he missed your waist.

"Eve!" You exclaimed, as your face heated up.

"What?" He asked, innocently. "That's not your waist?"

"No! Move your hand up!"

He grinned, that darned grin that made your knees weak. "You're so cute when you blush like that."

His hand lightly traced the outline of your body-never going towards the center, just tracing and going up.

Did he even know how that made you feel?

"Why, you're not breathing at all. Could that be my effect on you?" He mused, gently moving his hand up your neck.

"I...am breathing, just not as much..!" You exclaimed.

He chuckled, now holding your chin. "Then I must not be doing my job properly."

"What do you mean? You're doing a good job!"

"Not if you can still speak. As your significant other, you should be breathless."

He had to have known the effect his words had on you. How you subconsciously reached up to cup the back of his head and how you reached ever closer to him.

"Just...shut up. If you're going to kiss me then just kiss me already."

"As you wish," he whispered, and then you wished you danced more often. You still weren't sure how he learned how to kiss but you had zero complaints.

Letting out small noises as he gradually moved down to your neck, you opened your eyes for a moment only to realize that.

The two of you weren't alone. Hadn't been for a while.

"Adam?!?" You shrieked, shoving Eve away from you. He let out a noise of disappointment but brushed himself off rather quickly.

Of course, Adam wouldn't have left. He was too intrigued by humanity's inner workings that really any activity you did would gain his attention.

"Are you jealous brother?" Eve asked, throwing his arm around your shoulders. "Too bad 'cause I'm not sharing my Angel."

"You can have them to yourself. I have Mea Vita."

"Hear that Angel? I get you all to myself!" He laughed as he spun you around.

"Yes! Yes! I know!" You laughed. "But can you please put me down?"

"Nope! C'mon Angel, we're going exploring!"

Where had that even come from?

"Sorry, Adam! Maybe we'll learn to dance some other time!"

Adam said nothing as he waved to the two of you. Just smiled. As the two of you ran off, he made a note of how the books he'd had Eve read helped the two of you grow closer.

"You have that look on your face, Amata. What did you do this time?"

He turned and smiled. "Oh, Mea Vita. Don't worry, I just helped my brother with some insecurities."

"Well, I'm glad it worked."

"So am I."

"Say, would you like to dance with me, Amata?"

"It would be my pleasure, Mea Vita."

[stranger-masters]

I'll Follow You Down (S.S, J.Q)

Title from Shinedown's song "Follow You Down"

And I'll follow you down to the eye of the storm.

Don't worry I'll keep you warm."

Name: Leona Sink

Sister: Sadie Sink

Best Friend: Joseph Quinn

Warnings: self-harm; relapse; thoughts of suicide; blood; tears; angst; hurt/comfort.

If you need to talk, please, talk to someone! I love all of you so dearly, even if you don't know me. You can do great things. I believe in you!!

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      Depression is a funny thing. Sometimes, you feel a little sad, but with laughter and good friends, it gets better. You become happy, even for just a moment. Sometimes, though, it crept up on you and made you feel like you were in a boat that was sinking, heavy and desperate. Sometimes, it was worse: shark-infested waters where you were constantly bleeding. 

      Leona Sink knew this feeling very well. Sometimes, she referred to it as her second best friend, since Joseph, the guy that played Eddie, was her first. She knew the pain of her heart, cut into jagged shards that pierced her every time she moved, and how every smile she faked made her feel like a skeleton: dead but always grinning. Often she imagined her head fleshless, just a skull. And lately, as these thoughts scared the living daylights out of her, she began to withdraw from her friends, her family, her sister.  Knock, knock. 

"Leo?" Sadie, her sister, the beautiful Max Mayfield, asked, but she did not get a reply. "Um...Joe's here! You know, Quinn? He's...he's downstairs, if you wanna come visit while he's here."  Nothing.  "Leona, come on. Please open the door." She whined. Much like her character, she hated whining, but she was starting to worry. Usually, if she was depressed, she had soft, easy music going. But she couldn't hear anything. "Leo?" She asked, knocking again. When nothing came out still, she called, "Joe?"        Probably hearing the urgency, Joseph ran upstairs, frowning. "What's wrong?" He asked, and Sadie tried to open the door. Locked. Now she really began to panic. "She always, always has music on, she never locks her door. She's not answering!" Sadie pounded on the door. "Leona!" "Watch out." Joe gently pushed Sadie aside and wiggled the knob, then slammed his shoulder into it, popping the hinges and almost falling. Sadie darted past him to the bathroom, where an odd red glow was visible under the door. 

Pushing it open, she started to scream. "Oh, my God!" "Shit." Joe hissed. 

      Leona was on the floor. Her pale skin was even paler, almost gray, and her eyes, the exact green of grass (Sadie and Leo's only difference), were shut, eyelids dark purple. Blood coated her hands, spilling from multiple gashes, obviously self-made, on her arms, thighs, and stomach. "No!" Sadie screamed, dropping to her knees and not even caring that her sister's blood stained her knees. Joe ran, and she heard him frantically calling 911 as Sadie grabbed towels, pushing them on her sister's arms. The only problem was, she couldn't put them all down on all the wounds and press. She didn't have enough hands.  "Here." Joe's hands helped her, and together, they waited for the sirens. 

Time Skip...

      When she woke up, she was dizzy and confused. Was this heaven? It looked like a hospital room. Struggling to sit up, she noticed a hand clutched in hers. Turning, she saw her sister, slumped in a hospital chair, looking uncomfortable as all holy hell, but worried, even in sleep. "Sadie?" Her voice cracked, and Sadie didn't wake up.  The door opened, and Joseph came in. He looked rough. He had bags under his eyes, his fingernails were bloody due to being chewed on, and he was pale, or paler. "Joe?" She asked, and he looked so relieved Leo could cry. "Hi." He said softly, sitting by her on the chair on her other side. "Are you feeling okay?" "Not really," She muttered, avoiding his eyes. "Sorry about...that." She heard him sigh. "Why...you could've talked to us. To me, or Joe, or even one of the actual adults like Winona or David." He shook his head. "Why have you done this?"  Leona shrugged. "I can't explain it. I get sad sometimes, and it feels like I'm drowning." She started to cry. "I really freaked her out, huh?" She grabbed her sister's limp hand, watching her eyelids flutter. "She screamed. That's how I knew." Joseph said quietly. Leona bit her lip. "I want to get better, so I will. For her. For you. For Joe, for Millie, for all of them." She said, and Joseph smiled. 

"Good girl."

[obxficsxx]

Chapter 7: Secrets in the Moonlight

The campfire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows on the trees surrounding the Pogues’ makeshift campsite. The group sat in a tight circle, the tension between them palpable despite the warmth of the flames. The stream bubbled faintly in the background, its soft murmurs the only sound breaking the stillness of the night.

Luna stared into the fire, absently twirling the compass in her hands. The needle pointed west, unwavering, as if it were taunting her. The weight of her father’s letter lingered in her mind, his warnings echoing louder now that the sun had dipped below the horizon.

“We need a plan,” Pope said, breaking the silence. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “If this map leads us to something bigger, we can’t just wing it like we’ve been doing.”

“‘Winging it’ is kind of our thing, though,” JJ said, grinning as he popped open a soda can.

“Yeah, and look where that’s gotten us,” Kie shot back. “We barely escaped the last place. Those guys are probably still out there, and we’re sitting here like sitting ducks.”

“Relax, Kie,” JJ said, his grin faltering slightly. “We’ve got this.”

“Do we?” she snapped, her frustration bubbling over. “Because it feels like we’re just stumbling in the dark, hoping we don’t get caught—or worse.”

“Enough,” John B said, his voice cutting through the rising tension. He looked around the circle, his expression firm. “We all agreed to do this. If anyone wants out, now’s the time to say it.”

The group fell silent, the weight of his words hanging in the air. No one moved.

Luna glanced up, meeting her brother’s gaze. “No one’s backing out,” she said softly. “We just need to be smarter about this.”

John B nodded, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “We’ll rest here tonight and leave at dawn. The map points to the coastline—we’ll follow the stream to the beach and go from there.”

“And if those guys show up again?” Kie asked.

“Then we deal with it,” John B said, his voice steady.

As the others drifted into their sleeping bags, Luna stayed by the fire, her thoughts too loud to let her sleep. The flickering flames danced in her eyes as she stared at the compass, her father’s words repeating in her head: Trust each other. Not everything that glitters is gold.

She heard the soft crunch of footsteps behind her and turned to see JJ approaching, his hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets. He plopped down beside her, stretching his legs out toward the fire.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, his tone lighter than the tension that hung in the air.

Luna shook her head, clutching the compass tightly. “Too much on my mind.”

“Yeah,” JJ said, letting out a low whistle. “Crazy how your dad managed to leave behind all this mystery and drama. He’d make a great movie villain.”

Luna gave him a half-hearted glare, though she couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at her lips. “He’s not a villain. He just… kept a lot to himself.”

JJ tilted his head, studying her. “You ever wonder why he didn’t just tell you everything? Like, sit you down and say, ‘Hey kids, here’s a treasure map. Also, watch out for the guys with guns.’”

“Every day,” Luna admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “But that’s not who he was. He always had secrets. I think he thought he was protecting us by keeping us in the dark.”

JJ was quiet for a moment, his gaze fixed on the fire. “Sounds familiar,” he said softly.

Luna looked at him, her chest tightening. “What do you mean?”

JJ shrugged, the easy grin he usually wore nowhere to be seen. “Just… sometimes you keep things bottled up because you think you’re protecting the people you care about. But it doesn’t always work that way.”

The vulnerability in his voice caught her off guard, and for a moment, she didn’t know what to say. JJ rarely let his guard down, but when he did, it was like catching a glimpse of something raw and unfiltered.

“You don’t have to do that,” she said quietly. “Protect everyone else. You don’t have to carry it alone.”

JJ glanced at her, his blue eyes softening. “You’re one to talk, Routledge. When’s the last time you let anyone carry something for you?”

Luna opened her mouth to argue but stopped herself. He wasn’t wrong. She’d spent so much time trying to hold herself together, trying to be strong for John B and the others, that she’d forgotten what it felt like to lean on someone else.

“Touché,” she said finally, her voice tinged with a faint smile.

JJ chuckled, the tension between them easing slightly. “Don’t worry. You’re doing a decent job at being the responsible one. Someone’s gotta balance out my bad decisions.”

“Someone definitely has to,” she said, rolling her eyes.

They sat in companionable silence for a while, the crackling fire the only sound between them. Luna felt the weight in her chest lighten, just a little, as she glanced at JJ.

“Thanks,” she said softly.

“For what?”

“For being here,” she said, her voice steady. “For all of us. Even when it’s messy.”

JJ smirked, his usual bravado returning. “You’re welcome. And, hey, if we find this treasure and get rich, I expect at least a statue in my honor. Maybe a fountain.”

Luna laughed, the sound breaking through the tension that had lingered all night. “I’ll think about it.”

The moon hung high overhead, its silver light casting a glow over the forest as the fire died down. Luna eventually lay down in her sleeping bag, her eyes heavy but her thoughts quieter. The compass rested beside her, its steady needle a reminder that their journey wasn’t over.

As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn’t help but think about her father’s words—and JJ’s. The currents were shifting, pulling them deeper into uncharted waters.

But for the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel like she was facing it alone.

The fire had burned down to glowing embers by the time Luna finally slipped into her sleeping bag, her thoughts still tangled with the weight of the day. The forest around them was quiet now, the distant murmur of the stream the only sound cutting through the stillness. Even as her eyes closed, her grip on the compass remained firm, as if she could will it to keep her steady in the uncertainty ahead.

But sleep was fleeting. A rustling sound in the distance jolted her awake, her heart pounding before her mind could even process the noise. She sat up quickly, her eyes darting around the campsite. JJ was already on his feet, knife in hand, his body tense and ready.

“Did you hear that?” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing pulse.

“Yeah,” JJ muttered, scanning the shadows beyond the edge of the firelight. “Stay close.”

Luna scrambled out of her sleeping bag and reached for her flashlight, her fingers trembling as she turned it on. The beam cut through the darkness, illuminating the edge of the forest. The others began to stir, Kie and Pope sitting up groggily while John B was already reaching for the journal tucked into his bag.

“What’s going on?” John B asked, his voice low.

“Something’s out there,” JJ said, his tone sharp.

Pope grabbed a large branch from the ground, holding it like a makeshift weapon. “Please tell me it’s an animal and not…”

His voice trailed off as another rustling sound came, this time closer. Luna felt her throat tighten as she strained to see through the darkness.

Then, just beyond the edge of the firelight, a figure emerged.

“Whoa, whoa!” JJ shouted, stepping forward and raising his knife. “Stay right there!”

The figure froze, raising their hands slowly. “Don’t shoot, man!” a voice called, cracking slightly with nervous energy.

Luna squinted, her flashlight illuminating the intruder. It was a boy, around their age, with dark, disheveled hair and a cut on his cheek. He was soaked to the bone, his clothes caked with mud, and he looked as though he hadn’t slept in days.

“Who the hell are you?” John B demanded, stepping forward to stand beside JJ.

The boy’s hands stayed in the air, his breathing labored. “I—I don’t want trouble. I just… I thought you might be able to help me.”

“Help you with what?” Luna asked, narrowing her eyes.

The boy hesitated, glancing between them. His gaze landed on the compass still clutched in Luna’s hand, and his eyes widened slightly.

“You’ve got the compass,” he said, his voice tinged with both relief and awe.

Luna’s stomach flipped, and she instinctively tightened her grip on the device. “How do you know about the compass?”

“I—I was working with them,” the boy stammered. “The guys who’ve been chasing you. But I’m done, okay? I’m done with them.”

JJ scoffed, his grip on the knife tightening. “Yeah, that’s convenient. What do you want us to believe—that you’re some kind of defector?”

The boy flinched but held his ground. “I know how it sounds. But those guys? They’re dangerous. They’re not just after treasure—they’re after power. They’ll do whatever it takes to get it.”

“Why should we trust you?” Kie asked, her arms crossed.

“Because I can help you,” the boy said quickly. “I know what they’re planning. I know where they’re going next.”

“And where’s that?” John B asked, his voice sharp.

The boy hesitated, his gaze shifting nervously. “There’s a cove, about five miles from here. They think there’s something there—another piece of the Royal Merchant’s trail. If you’re following the compass, you’re probably heading there too.”

The group exchanged uneasy glances, the tension thick in the air.

“And what’s your angle?” JJ asked, stepping closer to the boy. “You show up here in the middle of the night, and we’re just supposed to believe you’ve had a change of heart?”

“I’m telling the truth,” the boy insisted, his voice desperate. “If you don’t believe me, fine. But if you show up at that cove unprepared, they’ll be waiting for you.”

Luna’s mind raced as she processed his words. There was something about his ragged appearance, the fear in his voice, that felt genuine. But if he was lying, leading them into a trap, it could be the end of all of them.

“We can’t trust him,” JJ said, his voice low but firm. “He’s with them.”

“Was with them,” the boy corrected. “I’m trying to help you.”

Luna looked at her brother, her voice quiet but steady. “What if he’s telling the truth? If they’re waiting for us, we need to know what we’re walking into.”

John B hesitated, his jaw clenched as he weighed their options. Finally, he turned back to the boy. “If you’re lying—”

“I’m not,” the boy said quickly, his eyes wide. “I swear.”

John B nodded, though his expression was grim. “Then you’re coming with us. You’re not leaving our sight.”

JJ groaned, throwing his hands up. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“It’s the only way,” John B said firmly.

The boy nodded, relief washing over his face. “Thank you. I swear, you won’t regret this.”

JJ muttered something under his breath, but Luna ignored him. Her focus was on the boy, on the fear etched into his features and the urgency in his voice.

The currents were shifting, dragging them further into unknown waters. And as much as Luna wanted to trust her instincts, she couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being pulled into something far more dangerous than they’d anticipated.

The boy sat cross-legged by the fire, his damp hair plastered to his forehead and his clothes clinging to his frame. He avoided eye contact, staring at the flames as the Pogues gathered around him in a tense semicircle. JJ leaned against a tree, his knife still in hand, while John B crouched a few feet away, the journal clutched tightly in his grasp.

Luna stayed quiet, her gaze fixed on the boy as he fidgeted with the hem of his sleeve. Every instinct told her to stay on edge, but something about his trembling hands and the unsteadiness in his voice tugged at her.

“What’s your name?” John B asked, breaking the silence.

“Evan,” the boy said, barely loud enough to be heard.

“Alright, Evan,” John B continued, his tone even but firm. “If you’re going to help us, you need to tell us everything. Who are these people you were working with? What do they want?”

Evan hesitated, his gaze darting nervously to each of them before settling back on the fire. “They call themselves the Syndicate,” he said. “They’re not just treasure hunters—they’re... professionals. The kind of people who deal in secrets and power, not just gold.”

Luna’s stomach turned at his words. “What does that mean?”

Evan swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he continued. “The Royal Merchant isn’t just about treasure. It’s about what the treasure represents—power, leverage. Some of the artifacts onboard... they’re tied to people in high places. Governments, corporations. The Syndicate wants it because it’s not just valuable—it’s dangerous.”

Kie crossed her arms, her expression skeptical. “And you just decided to walk away from all of that? Why?”

Evan flinched at the question, his shoulders hunching as if he were bracing for impact. “I didn’t sign up for this. I thought it was just a job—a way to make some money. But when I saw what they were willing to do to get what they wanted…” He shook his head, his voice trailing off.

JJ snorted, his grip tightening on the knife. “So, what? You grew a conscience and decided to throw in with us? Sorry, not buying it.”

“JJ,” Luna said sharply, shooting him a warning look.

Evan glanced at her, his expression pleading. “I’m not asking you to trust me. I just... I needed to warn you. If you’re following that compass, you’re walking straight into them. They know where it leads.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. Luna’s hand tightened around the compass, its needle still pointing unwaveringly west.

John B leaned forward, his voice steady but demanding. “If they know where it leads, why haven’t they found it yet?”

“They’re close,” Evan said. “But they don’t have all the pieces. The compass, the maps… they’re scattered. They’re hoping to pick up your trail and take what you’ve found to finish the puzzle.”

“So we’re bait,” JJ said flatly.

Evan nodded reluctantly. “Pretty much.”

Luna felt a chill run down her spine. Everything her dad had warned them about—the danger, the secrets—was becoming more real by the second.

“What’s at the cove?” she asked, her voice quiet but firm.

Evan hesitated, his eyes flicking to the journal in John B’s hands. “It’s another clue. Another piece of the Merchant’s trail. But it’s also a trap. They’re waiting for you there.”

“Perfect,” JJ muttered, pushing off the tree. “We’re walking into a trap with open arms. Great plan, guys.”

“We don’t have a choice,” John B said, his tone sharp. He looked at each of them, his expression hard. “If we stop now, we lose everything. Dad didn’t leave all of this behind for us to quit.”

“And if we walk into this and get caught?” Kie asked, her voice tight.

“Then we fight,” John B said simply.

JJ let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Gotta say, your definition of ‘fight’ doesn’t inspire much confidence, man.”

“Enough,” Luna said, standing. Her voice cut through the rising tension, and everyone turned to look at her. She locked eyes with John B, her jaw set. “We need to go, but we need to be smart about it. If they’re waiting for us, we need to stay one step ahead.”

“And how do we do that?” Pope asked.

Luna turned to Evan. “You said you worked with them. What’s their plan? How many people are we up against?”

Evan hesitated, his gaze flicking nervously to JJ’s knife. “I don’t know exactly. They split into teams, each one following different trails. The group at the cove... there are four of them. Maybe five.”

“Armed?” John B asked.

Evan nodded grimly. “Always.”

Kie exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “This just keeps getting better.”

Luna felt the weight of the situation pressing down on her, but she refused to let it show. “We can do this,” she said, her voice steady. “We’ve gotten out of worse.”

“Debatable,” JJ muttered, though there was a faint grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Luna turned back to Evan. “You’re staying with us. If this is a trap, you’re walking us through it.”

Evan nodded quickly, his eyes wide. “I’ll help you. I promise.”

“You’d better,” JJ said, flipping his knife closed. “Because if you screw us over, you won’t have to worry about them catching you.”

The moon hung high in the sky as the Pogues settled back into an uneasy silence, the fire casting flickering shadows across their faces. Luna sat with her back against a tree, the compass resting in her lap. The weight of her father’s letter and the dangers ahead pressed heavily on her, but for the first time, she felt a faint glimmer of something else—resolve.

The currents were shifting, pulling them closer to the truth. And though the waters were treacherous, Luna knew they had to keep moving forward.

They owed it to her father.

They owed it to themselves.

[1-ufo]

While I’m in a diary mode at the moment and this came up in a conversation I’m having:

I don’t know when I had this revelation. Sometime when I was young that I play back to myself a lot to help with mental health.

Try not to be hard on yourself when something embarrasses you. Whenever I did something really embarassing one of the first thoughts that always pops into my head after it was, well everyone else definitely feels better about themselves having witnessed that and probably a little less alone about it as well. I’ve always felt okay baring my flaws warts and all mostly in effort to connect? For other people to feel less alone mostly? Idk why. I don’t know how I got that lesson or whatever that is so ingrained in me like it’s supposed to be common knowledge or something because it wasn’t taught to me especially by my parents.

Vulnerability from others always helped me to open up about my own vulnerabilities the ability to let an embarrassing moment fall off your back is powerful. Not that I can always let go of some past regrets (certainly not) I still have mental health struggles like anyone.

But I was in such a hurry one day that I walked right off of a loading dock with books and note books in my arms. Completely unaware that it was there. Fell six feet in a total face plant books and papers and notebooks flying everywhere. In front of a whole line of people catching the bus to campus…. And it was one of those moments that I couldn’t even let bother me at all.

All I remember from that moment was: well everyone here feels better about themselves now and that’s a noble enough thing to earn at my expense and move on about it with some scraped hands and knees and chin. Be glad it wasn’t worse and I didn’t break any bones. I don’t know why that line of thinking works for me. I don’t know if it’s wise or if it’s a weird coping mechanism but… whatever.

[caatws]

when it comes to shipping I notice with woc it's less common for people to ship them unless they are in an explicitly canon relationship. It's also pushed much harder for them to be single and have fewer close relationships if it looks like canon will he moving towards them having a relationship. After Endgame I saw a few people ready to write Gamora off because she didn't know Peter anymore. I'm not saying anyone has to ship her but it's definitely noticeable how easily some people gave up on her having any potential after vol 3. It's also not escaping my notice that some people, especially on places like Twitter, were quick to want it denied if she would continue to have even the slightest chance of ever being with Peter again or connected to the guardians.

This is why I was/am annoyed with Gunn's real family nonsense. It plays right into people looking for excuses to say Gamora isn't important. He left the movie in a way where possibilities were there for her to be more involved with the guardians and Peter(whether as friends or something more) and then went online to be saying things that don't line up with the movie. Like the Groot interaction. He said himself the audience can understand him because understanding means you're family. There's no way he forgot Gamora could understand at the end. It was a big deal in the movie when she couldn't and the ending created a small arc with her and Groot where she finally could and they both looked happy.

you're def far from the only one who notices that! fandom already tends to kick most female characters in general to the curb in favor of white m/m ships, but at least some white f characters can usually still be part of m/f ships, but then with woc it's just....crickets on all sides lmao 💀 (and moc have it pretty rough too)

ever since that first iw trailer where the gotg ran over thor in space dropped, it feels like some parts of gotg fandom have just become a battle for maintaining gamora's space in the franchise and fan works. it felt like way more white m/m ships ft peter and (insert any white male avenger here) were suddenly popping up—sometimes even straight up IN st*rmora tags lmao—and just a lot of content abt gotg characters in general just stopped featuring gamora as much, compared to characters like peter or rocket. and then us not getting any canon content actually featuring gamora, 2014!version or not, for 4 years, didn't rly help either. (what if barely counts since they cut the episode explaining why she was even in the position to be part of the guardians of the multiverse in the first place 💀💀💀) like, some viewers even misinterpreted the way 2014!gamora just kinda stops appearing on screen in endgame as her like getting snapped with thanos and the black order and co. (which i can't even blame them for, bc she just. does not get shown leaving onscreen? wlknlknsf it was cut, as part of the taking a knee scene) so it's just been a huge mess all around.

the last thing gamora needed was more reasons for ppl to continue leaving her out of the gotg or replacing her in her relationships. like bestie founded the damn team!!!!! if we can bend over backwards in canon to retcon shit or put random male characters in the same spaces how come we couldn't do it for gamora???? it just feels like gamora's been more and more erased on a lot of fronts—fandom, canon, etc—as the years have passed, which is just so frustrating for the first woc lead in the mcu ugh

you know those memes that are like "i've been listening to this super niche underground indie alternative band you guys have probably never heard of them"? well that is how i unironically feel abt gamora now, like actually lol. gamora has legitimately become my super niche underground indie alternative band that apparently no one's heard of.