#and both delight in annoying the other and yet respect each other

[scrion7]

today on parallel ships

[bunny-lily]

Satoru, who...

Did you ask for more fluff? I did, ehe~

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

CW: pure fluff, just fluff, no angst, only happiness | proposal, marriage, pregnancy, husband!Gojo, dad!Gojo, soft!Gojo, categorically fucking whipped Satoru, domesticity, kinda slice-of-life, mildly suggestive at the end

The starstruck boy, Gojo Satoru, who is utterly obsessed with you in every way possible.

AN: while I’m in the middle of writing an absurdly long fic, I wanted to post some shorter stuff to 1) keep my hands loose and brain active/busy, and 2) post something while I’m working on the fic to come. I won’t post much about it rn because I want to actually finish it first and not make any promises, so enjoy a lil fluff in the meantime <3 just something short and sweet

WC: 3k

Satoru, who is smitten with you from the very moment he first lays eyes on you. Sure, he's had infatuations before, but they were short-lived and typically lasted no longer than a week. A quick fascination, then poof. You, on the other hand – you are different.

And it is plain to see for pretty much everyone. He is normally cocky and outgoing, even during the little fads he’s had, he never let down his façade of bravado. You, though? You melt all his walls until he’s a goopy puddle of a blushing, giggling school girl.

He is whipped, almost to an annoying point. He rambles off Suguru's and Shoko's ears enough times for them to know when he’s about to start singing your praises and avoid him, or distract him somehow (which is a monumental task when his ditzy head is full only of thoughts of you).

Even so, they are conflictingly bewildered and happy for their friend. For him to have found someone that he is interested in for longer than a week – let alone several months, now – is a riveting change of pace. He seems so genuinely delighted any time you two interact, bubbly, dreamy sighs leaving him as hearts dance in his eyes.

He has fallen for you bad.

Satoru, who’s a stuttering disaster when he tries to ask you out on a date, and damn near collapses in relief when you’re able to decipher what the hell he’s going on about and agree to go to the new café that opened up near campus with him.

One date turns into two, then three, then a dozen more that become routine for you. You meet up after classes let out, then head to the café side by side. Or, if one is running late, you have each other’s orders memorized. You even go the extra mile and order him a sweet he hasn’t tried yet to surprise him with when he bursts into the establishment, panting like he ran a marathon. He might as well have, he booked it for the café as soon as he was free, dying to see you.

Satoru, who is somehow in even more shambles when he gets the nerve to ask you to go steady with him, despite the two of you being borderline boyfriend and girlfriend by now. He’s jittery, sweaty, downright vibrating with tense energy when he brings you to the sakura tree near the back of school that you two had laid claim on. Oh, and when you say yes? He’s certain he’s died and gone to heaven. Nothing can explain how an angel like you decided to grace him with your existence as is, let alone love him – even while you called him an idiot and said you thought you two were already dating.

Satoru, who was already protective over you when you first met, dials it to eleven after you agree to being his girlfriend. Gojo Satoru, the strongest man alive, could inspire fear and respect simply by being in the room with his confident and brash nature, completely relaxed and faithful in his skill. But if, gods forbid, something happens to you? Gone is that cocksure attitude. Gone are the coy smirks and passive-aggressive taunting meant to rile others up. Gone is everything but his one track mind that focuses solely on two tasks: protecting you, and destroying whatever harmed you.

Satoru, who spoons you to his chest and watches ASMR, random videos, or movies on your phone with you 'til you both fall asleep. It became routine shortly after you began officially dating. You'll climb into bed first and decide what you want to watch while he finishes his nightly regimen, then he'll slip under the blankets and pull your back flush against his front, prop his chin atop your head, slide a thigh between your legs, and off to cozy dreamland you two go as whatever you choose acts as white noise. 

It brings him an immense amount of comfort, and though he doesn't need as much sleep as normal folks, he'll refuse to leave bed until you're awake (with the exception of any needs he might have to take care of that will only see him away for a couple minutes at most before he’s cradling you in his protective hold again).

Satoru, who salts and peppers your face with endless, ticklish kisses to wake you up, saving the best kiss for when your sleepy, pretty little eyes open: right on your lips. He always wakes up before you do, and spends hours watching your blissful, precious face as you snooze, content and relaxed like a cat with full trust in its human. The comparison always makes him smile, because he, truthfully, envisions you both as being cats all the time. Lazy ones that cuddle in the sun, your smaller form using his ridiculously fluffy and larger one as a pillow-slash-blanket. His tail twined with yours, your ears twitching as he grooms you with kitten licks, ah, the dream.

Satoru, who wants to slap a ring on your finger the very moment he can. You two spend so many days and weeks raving about your imaginary wedding that he so desperately wants to be real, setting up plans, picking out what you would want for decor, scrolling through forum boards for ideas on a wedding dress for you. He is practically more excited at the prospect of getting married than you are, eager to help in every step of the process and more. 'Let me handle all the hard stuff, baby,' he nearly begs. 

He won’t tell you the cost of anything, and insists you go all out. Get the dress you want, don't you dare look at the price tag. Choose the perfect venue, he doesn't care if it's in Japan or fucking Dubai, he'll handle paying for everyone's travel and hotel needs on top of the whole wedding. Only the absolute best for you, nothing less, everything more.

Satoru, who is a train wreck of nervous excitement, anxious anticipation, and giddy trepidation when the day comes for him to propose. He takes you to the perfect location – up a short and easy hiking trail that leads to a cliffside with the most magnificent view of the ocean and setting sun. You think it's just a sweet date trip, until you see the path of tea candles guiding you to a romantically set up picnic blanket, a basket resting atop it, waiting to be opened.

When you turn around to express your shock and confusion, you find Satoru on one knee, looking up at you as if you are the most gorgeous and divine creature to ever exist. He's confident and boisterous, as always, as he plays out his little speech about how much he adores you and wants to keep you by his side, forever and ever, but he's a shaking trash fire inside. A shivering little dog that's relieved he didn't stutter or screw up the speech he practiced a hundred times over and then some.

Satoru, who's thanking every god to ever possibly reside above (and even below) when you throw your arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder as a flood of yeses pours out of you, slurred as you ramble through your tears and tell him you love him, how happy you are, and a plethora of other things that make him genuinely the most elated person to ever live.

Satoru, who slides the brilliant engagement ring he had custom made for you onto your finger; smooth, with an inset blue diamond that shares the same shade as his eyes, nestled in with a dozen tinier crystals in vine-like spirals flowing outward from the center. Swarovski, of course. He made sure that it was all flush with the platinum to ensure it wouldn't snag on anything. 

He was practically breathing down the jeweler's neck during the entire process, needing to guarantee it’s positively perfect for you. And, when he sees the glimmering jewelry cozy on your finger, the evidence of your bond and the next step in your journey to unite as one, he knows he made all the right choices.

Satoru, who only uses the finest material for your matching wedding bands, and has the insides of both engraved with each other's names. Yours in his, his in yours. He has the same jeweler as before (poor guy) design them to have two stripes of platinum within the gold of your rings, delicate and stunning for himself and his wife.

Satoru, who's jubilant and so incredibly ecstatic that you're now his wife that he can't help but tell everyone he knows, everyday, multiple times a day, even those that were at the wedding. He just can't get over it. You're his wife, the girl he's been crushing on since highschool, the girl he swore to make his, and to devote himself to. It feels like an incredible dream, and he worriedly pinches himself from time to time to make sure it's real. 

He did it. He married you, and now you carry his name in yours, in your wedding band, everywhere he could put it to subtly (not really) show you off as the unquestionably precious treasure you are, his wife, and how overjoyed he is that he managed to catch you and keep you.

Satoru, who forgets how to function when you hold up a pair of white and pink sticks on his birthday, from different brands, both showing positive symbols. You. You're pregnant. With his baby. He swears his brain short-circuits because one minute, he's staring at you like you'd grown a second head, and the next, he has you wrapped up in his arms as he showers your forehead, cheeks, nose, jaw, lips, neck, ears, anywhere he can reach, with kisses.

He's a babbling, sniffly mess as he practically crushes you to his chest and coos and preens and weeps with elation. He reveres you like a deity and he’s your loyal and pathetic servant who was blessed beyond measure that you decided to give him the gift of life. He's going to be a father, and it's all because of you.

Satoru, who completely spoils the living hell out of you during your pregnancy (as if he hadn't already been), bending backwards for you for everything. Weird cravings? He's on it. Swollen ankles and nausea? He's rushing to the store for medicine, then rubbing your feet to ease the ache. Insatiable horniness? He's your slave for you to use for your pleasure. Hormones swinging wildly back and forth? He's there with a box of tissues and his firm chest for you to beat on when you feel like you're going crazy. It's his fault you're pregnant, after all. You're doing the hard work of not just carrying his child, but of nurturing it, growing it, letting it take from you to develop strong and healthy. Of course he's going to take care of you.

Satoru, who refuses to let you do any work. You're on indefinite parental leave. From the moment you show him those positive tests, he sits your pretty ass down on the couch and tells you firmly that your only job now is to help your baby develop. He'll take care of everything else, don't even think about lifting a finger.

Satoru, who's there at every appointment with you, clutching your hand tightly as you talk to your doctor about everything you need to know. And when you have your first ultrasound, and see your fetus together for the very first time, he's crying right alongside you.

Satoru, who spent meticulous hours packing a duffel bag with everything you'll both need for when it comes time for you to go into labor. Spare changes of clothes, plenty of water, blankets to keep you warm, a couple pillows, anything and everything. He refuses to go in unprepared. As soon as it's all packed and ready to go by the 8 month mark of your pregnancy, it's in the backseat of the car. The baby car seat is in the trunk of the sleek and top-of-the-line SUV he purchased specifically for your soon-to-be family. He doesn't care that it's taking up space, or that it’s too early, he refuses to go in unprepared.

Satoru, who immediately ditches work the very instant your water breaks. Who gives a fuck if he's in the middle of something important, nothing takes precedence over you and the incoming birth of your infant. He's breaking several driving laws to get you to the hospital, but neither of you care. Not when you're panting in the passenger seat, white-knuckling the grab handle with a palm pressed to your stomach, grunting and crying out in pain any time you have a contraction. It's a miracle he doesn't get pulled over, and he's incredibly thankful (and proud of himself) for thinking of calling the hospital ahead of time so that they're ready for you.

Satoru, whose entire world becomes a blur from the second you reach the hospital, to the second you're crushing his hand in your grip, screaming as you fight to bring his baby into the world. He's letting you yell at him and blame him for the pain you're in, easily accepting and agreeing because it is his fault. 

But while your shaking sobs and shrieks of agony wound his heart beyond any possible measure, he also can't help his elation at knowing it's time, all the waiting has been worth it, every minute spent catering to your every need, want, and desire. He'll do it indefinitely, wait on you hand and foot for the rest of his life, treat you like a queen, because you deserve it and so much more.

Satoru, who's shocked by how well he's holding up when the nurse puts the wrapped up, pudgy little newborn in his arms, gazing down at the tiny being. His tiny being, your tiny being, the fragile and priceless life you both created. Looking down at his kin, his reason for being, he knows he'd do anything and everything to protect you and your child.

Satoru, who sees you, a disheveled and tired disaster, with your hair all tangled, frizzy, and astray, strands stuck to your sweaty skin, your body slack in relief as the hardest part is finally over, watching your husband hold your baby, and he thinks you're more beautiful now than you've ever been. 

You look like you’ve been dragged through hell; your legs are sticky with residue blood, amniotic fluid, placenta, and whatever else that needs to be cleaned off (though your legs are covered with a few layers of blankets to keep you toasty warm while you recover from labor), your face is a little pale and sallow, you're barely clinging to consciousness, and he's marveling at how he's never seen anything or anyone as utterly blest and sacred as you. 

A goddess amongst men, the only one the strongest man in the world would ever willingly bow down to without you even needing to ask.

Satoru, who helps place your baby on your chest, the nurse having opened the blanket for skin-to-skin contact as you feed it, and finally lets himself release all his pent up emotions of raw, unfiltered joy. Every cell, every fiber, every atom in him is dancing in overwhelming happiness. He'd do it all over, again and again, as many times as you'd let him, if it means he gets to see you this blissful and tranquil. The glow of maternity suits you like no other, even in all your unkempt and chaotic glory. 

Satoru, who can't believe he's a dad. He goes above and beyond, insisting he takes care of the baby at night so you can sleep – he doesn't need as much rest as others do, after all. He murmurs to his newborn about how much he cherishes and adores you, how much you mean to him, how you're the best wife and mommy a man could ever ask for and more. He reads the kiddo bedtime stories to help it sleep, feeds it, changes it, whatever it is that is needed, he's there and doing it. 

On top of that, he continues to be your doting, devoted, caring husband. He makes sure you're taking your vitamins, takes you to all your postpartum appointments, aids you through your subsequent depression, all of it. He's sworn himself to you for life, not just in this timeline and universe, but in any and every single one of them.

He made and said his vows with purpose and conviction. He meant every word, and upholds them like his life depends on it. Because, in his mind, it does.

Satoru, who is patient with you, and firmly commands you to not push yourself to do things you can't do while you're still in recovery. He doesn't care if he has to wait months or even years for you to be ready to lay with him again, he'll wait it out. He might not be a patient man, but for you, he'd wait until all the stars die. 

Oh, but you, darling little minx that you are, do your best to take care of him, too. Even when he urges you to rest, or not worry about it, or anything other arguments he might have against it, you tend to him in whatever way you can. Touching, sucking, rough and heavy petting, whatever it takes. You refuse to leave him alone to suffer through months and months of dryness with no relief save for his hand and the toy you surprised him with to help take the edge off.

Satoru, who can't be more grateful to you. You're more than his wildest dreams, the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect person as a whole in the entirety of the universe. He really can't help boasting about being the Chosen One, because he really is, if the cosmos decided to gift him with you.

Satoru, who swears to take care of you for the rest of your lives, and does well on his promise.

Satoru, who fights for the sake of you and your kin alone. He refuses to leave you in any way, shape, or form. He refuses to let the world be a danger to any of you. He refuses to have anything happen to his family. Nothing will tear you apart, not now, not ever.

Satoru, who loves you more than the sun, the moon, and all the stars combined.

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[thewritetofreespeech]

A Million Relms Away

words: 2.8K

rating: E

pairing: Astarion x Tav

tags: heterosexual sex, sex & comfort, oral (female), mentions of emotional trauma, Nym & Sorn

summary: You and Astarion return to Sharass' Caress to take the Twins up on their offer. But you have to wonder if this is really what he wants.

Ao3

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What better way to celebrate a victory than with passionate sex?

With Cazador defeated, and Astarion free, you decided to reward yourselves by taking the infamous drow twins of Sharass’ Caress up on their offer.

They seem delighted to see you again. Although it maybe that they are just delighted to see your gold again. Still, they take you gently by the hand and lead you both upstairs. Nym made some comments about bathing the room in darkness to enhance the experience. All part of the show more like. With a wave of her hand the room was indeed plunged into darkness. A black so thick you almost felt you could reach out and touch it.

“Be a dear and help me out of this, won’t you?” The beautiful drow’s voice beckons to you. Leading your hands to the clasps of her dress for you to undo. The soft silks falling away in a pool at her delicate feet.

The remaining members of the party all undress at their leisure before all four of you arrive at the bed. Nym takes your hand again. Only this time not to do her bidding but pull you in close to do yours. Her lips are soft and well cared for. Her skin smooth and cool under your fingertips as they slide over her upper arm.

“All right sweethearts. You are to dance with a professional, you’ll get your desire.”

Your eyes turn to Astarion in the dark. Professional?

Astarion wasn’t a professional. Sure, he was experienced. You knew that. But he wasn’t like the twins between them, getting paid to perform these services. He wasn’t a prostitute. He was…..Astarion. Wasn’t he?

“For this, I feel we should be paying you.” Sorn’s assumed compliment falls on deaf ears. Astarion wasn’t listening to him. He wasn’t listening to anyone. When you catch his gaze in the few moments Nym releases your lips to dance kisses over your shoulder, you realize that he’s a million realms away.

Astarion is somewhere else entirely. Somewhere far away from here in his mind…..

“Stop.”

The elves all stop immediately and collectively pull away from each other at your single command.

“Is something wrong, darling?” Nym asked in her honey sweet voice. “Have we gone a little too fast for you?”

“No. It’s not that. I…can I just speak to Astarion alone for a moment?”

The twins look puzzled, as does Astarion, but respect your request. You were the client after all. The drow get up and pull on some thin robes quick before leaving the room. Instantly returning to its normal brightness without Nym’s shadow cloaking to cover the room.

“What’s wrong pet?” The vampire asked once you were alone. “Have I done something wrong? I suppose we didn’t really talk about ‘who would be paired with who’ before coming in here. We sort of jumped head first into it like always—“do you want to do this Astarion?”

He seemed taken aback by your questions. Blinking widely and opening & closing his mouth as those usually charming lips struggled to grasp onto some words. “W-Wh? Of course I do. I said I wanted to didn’t I!”

“You also said you weren’t comfortable with this just yet.” You reminded him.

Astarion huffed, annoyed, and moved to sit cross legged on the bed. No longer in one of his sensual poses. “That was before….”

“It was literally a few days ago.”

Though it may have felt like months, or eons, since you started off on your journey, it had really only been a short time since you had been traveling together. The experiences, the danger, the trauma, the trials. It all made it seem like the two of you had known each other much longer than you had. All your lives, it felt sometimes. In reality, the conversation you were talking about and the defeat of Cazador had only been just shy of a tenday ago. “I just want to make sure you’re ok with this. You just seemed…distant a while ago.”

Astarion doesn’t even bother to deny it or make a joke about how physically close he was too you. ‘How can I be distant when I was just moments from being inside you?’ You can almost hear his voice say in your mind. “I’m…not..not ok with this.” He told you honestly. “I thought I would be more ready with this. With Cazador gone…I thought things would be different. I would feel different.” You remember his words right after it happened. About feeling numb. After that he seemed to be back to normal. His usual charming, chipper-ish self. What a fool you had been to believe charlatan’s lie.

You reach out a hand and clasp it around one of his, hanging loose in his lap. “You don’t have to rush things.”

“You just seemed so excited.” He told you. Glancing out of the corner of his eyes to catch your gaze before looking down at the ornate blanket under him. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“Telling me no isn’t ‘disappointing me’ Astarion.” You reach up from his hand to his handsome face. Cupping his cheek to look at you. You don’t want to force him, but you need him to look into your eyes for this. “I don’t ever want you to do anything you don’t want to do. This isn’t about what I want. It’s our relationship. And if you’re not ready for sex, or just not ready to have sex with hot drow twins, then I understand.”

Astarion scoffed once at your joke. Reaching up to take your hand in his. “I don’t hate sex you know.” He told you. “I just…don’t think I’m ready for group sex yet. Maybe I never will be again. It’s sick but…sometimes even when I was doing it for Cazador, I couldn’t help but like the attention. To have all those people ‘love me’ for a little while.” You knew that he knew that none of them truly loved him. They loved his body. They loved his charm. They loved what Astarion could do for them in the moment to make them feel pleasure, with no regard for his feelings, and that wasn’t love. “I don’t think I need that anymore. Others, I mean. With you…I know what it’s like to be really loved. And it feels better than all that ‘love’ put together. So maybe I really don’t need anyone else anymore.”

You felt your heart swell in your chest. With his vampire hearing he must be able to hear it but doesn’t comment on it. You lean in to give Astarion a kiss and he meets you halfway. It’s slow. Passionate. Deep. The kind of kiss that makes your lungs burn for air and the space between your legs ache for something more.

“We don’t have to do this you know.” You told him when you break away for air.

“I know.” He told you back. “I want to.”

His arms wrapped around you and suddenly you were on your back against the bed. The speed of the sudden shift in perspective making your head spin. Almost as much as the vision of Astarion hovering over top of you. His intense gaze. His hard body. The smell of his musk mixed with that cologne he wears washing over you. Stealth be damned in the face of self-care. It’s all Astarion. And he’s all yours.

You crane your next up to kiss him again, and again he comes down to meet you. Your lips crashing into each other. Your teeth connecting with his fangs now & then as you both seemed determined to reach even the deepest corners of your mouths. Wrapped in each other’s arms you can feel that Astarion was serious about wanting this. His erection hot against your belly and you shutter. Thinking about it being near your belly inside you.

He broke free of your lips and kissed a trail down your jaw towards your neck. You let out a full body shutter this time when you feel his fangs just whisper over the skin of your throat. Astarion’s deep chuckle coming up to your ear. Clearly amused and clearly aroused that you had been trained so well by your vampire lover to enjoy his teeth at your neck now.

His kisses go lower until they reach your breasts. His tongue was hot while his fingers were cold. The contrast making you moan. “Gods, you’re beautiful.”

Astarion shifted lower. Kissing over your ribs, your stomach, your naval, your hips. During the times you had had sex before, Astarion had always been thorough. But now it seemed like he was on a mission to map out your body. Relearn every part that made you moan or twitch. Find those weak spots that only he could find with the same precision as one of his daggers.

By the time he came to rest between your legs, you were already quivering. Between Nym earlier, and now this agonizing long path Astarion had built for himself, you felt ready to burst at even the slightest touch to your apex. You don’t, however, when his tongue caressed your wet folds. But your back ached off the bed like you had been possessed. Calling his name like some kind of prayer that would save you from this possession.

That skilled tongue, in more than just insults, licked over your entrance. Teasing the sensitive nub at the top of it with just the tip. The lapping at your folds slicked wet with your juices. You felt like you would go mad from the lust burning inside you.

On instinct you reach down to grab at Astarion’s hair. Blindly searching for purchase somewhere, in an attempt to ground yourself in this maelstrom of arousal, but realize quick what you were doing and let go. You don’t want to hurt him. The sound that came from Astarion, however, was not one of pain. If you could interpret it from the way his head bucked up against your hand. You actually couldn’t hear the sound fully as it was muffled by your cunt. You moan and grip his hair again, hopefully with less force this time.

The silk tresses indeed keep you grounded, but do nothing to stop the burning inside you.

One more flick of that sharp tongue over your clit and you were coming undone. Back arched, legs shaking, holding onto Astarion as he seemed committed to working you through this and drinking you down.

By the time your shakes had subsided, Astarion was already on top of you again. His face clean, although you could barely tell. Those red orbs of his were staring at you so intensely that it was hard to focus on anything else. You felt about as pinned to the mattress by his gaze as if he had gripped your hands above your head. “I’ve never wanted anyone in my life the way I want you.” The hand not keeping him upright above you reached down to your thigh and lifted it up next to his hip. “May I?”

“Yes Astarion.”

He probably could have asked you for anything at that moment. All of the camps gold? Sure. The Moonlight Glaive Dame Aliyn gave you? Where should you leave it. Your soul? He already had it.

The fact that he wants what you want, to be one at this moment, was more than a happy coincidence you were more than willing to abide. You were moments from begging Astarion to be inside you before he asked. Thrusting his cock inside you quickly after your reply to the sound of your unabashed moans.

In the past, when you and Astarion have had sex, his movements are always controlled. He would thrust his hips in a very precise manner. Built on technique he had likely developed over decades and hundreds of lovers to bring the exact amount of pleasure to bring them to climax. He’s done it to you too before. And he always seemed pretty proud of himself.

Now, however, Astarion was fucking into you like a mad man. His thrusts were hard and fast. As if with every thrust he was trying to get deeper inside you. Or not thrusting at all as he rolled his hips against you. Like those few seconds of being not completely inside you was too much to bear. You hold on to him tight with your legs and your fingers. Nails scratching at his back at one particularly thrust, causing Astarion to moan your name in your ear.

You catch a glimpse of his face when you open your eyes. Twisted closed in pleasure for so long that you almost had to open them to prove you could again. The look on his face made you moan and the walls around his quiver. Before where he looked a million miles away, he now looked like he couldn’t be more present and focused on you. Like no one else in the world existed but the two of you.

You pull him down into a kiss. Messy and hot. Your lips sliding over each other as it was hard to keep them together with Astarion thrusting the way he was. “Astarion…” you call out to him through labored breath, “I’m going to…I’m gonna cum.”

The vampire just groaned. No witty comment of ‘cum for me my love’ or ‘lets die a little together then’ like usual. Instead, he just held on to your hips tight and continued thrusting until he all of a sudden stopped inside you. Your own orgasm following close after.

The two of you collapsed onto the bed. Exhausted. You haven’t been this worn out since going through Shar’s temple. But this was much more enjoyable. “We should probably get going.” You look down at Astarion, who lifted his head from your chest and shoulder where he had been resting to look at you. “These brothels charge by the hour. Gods know how long we’ve been in here now, but I’m sure if we stay any longer, they’ll have us working off out depts to the clientele.”

You chuckle a little at the joke. “Ok. I guess I can’t keep you all to myself forever.”

“I never said that.” The cheeky grin on his face had a softer hue to it than normal as he sat up. Taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles. “Just not in a place that would cost us all our coin.”

You both untangle from the bed and clean up a little with the water & rags provided, before you dress and head out the door.

Astarion was much more well versed in leaving brothels. Knowing to keep his head down and keep moving until you made it out the front door. You, however, were not aware of this rule, and catch sight of Nym and her clever smile just before you make it down the stairs.

“Hey, um…sorry about…you know…kicking you out…stealing your room….”

The drow lifted one delicate hand to silence your apology. “You needn’t apologize. I was listening at the door.” She let out a lyrical little chuckle at your probably mortified look. “Don’t be so embarrassed. This is a brothel. There are clients far and wide that pay for such a service.” But you were sure the parties were in on it; you want to say back to her. “But, I sell love for a living and what you two have well…it’s special. To have such passion, but also respect for one another, is a rare thing. You should cherish it. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed in being able to taste just a bit of it, but I would never want to get in the way of what you have.”

You thank her for your understanding and compliment. You tell her to keep the money, not that she made any offer to give it back to you, and move to catch up to Astarion. Who was waiting for you outside the door. “Was she heartbroken?”

“Oh, devastated.” You told him as you linked your arm around his to head back to Elfsong and meet up with the other. “Are you alright though?”

“Hm…I am.” He replied after a moment of thought. “I don’t think I’ve ever been as ‘alright’ as I am right now.”

“That’s not just the sex high talking, is it?”

Astarion laughed. “No. I think not. But I would be willing to test the theory though. Ask me again in a few hours. Then, tonight, when I come to have you again, you can ask me once more. We’ll go from there.”

You blush at Astarion’s explanation of his ‘scientific testing’ method. You wondered if you had perhaps some kind of beast in Astarion. More than just a hunger for blood that lay below his vampire surface. You just hoped you had the stamina for both.

[kazuyummy]

OPE OPE NO MI ; this versatile devil fruit allows the user to manipulate both living and inanimate objects in a specific space in a multitude of ways, including but not limited to - swapping the objects' positions, levitating them, scanning them, or dissecting them without causing harm to the target.

😈🎃 kinktober 2023 devil fruits collection

info: afab!reader

cw: body / knife play (no gore or harm - just law's powers), oral & penetrative sex, mentions of genitalia, degradation

wc: 1.9k

"alright, which one of you has been spreading unsavoury rumours about me to the straw hats?!"

it's a dead giveaway when you, shachi, and penguin burst into laughter and law's dark glare cuts across the room.

“i - i didn’t think he’d actually ask him!” shachi wipes tears from his eyes as you watch the confused straw hat group discuss law’s… capabilities with his devil fruit from afar. the three of you run behind bepo, shrieking with laughter.

“lighten up, cap! we never said you did suck your own dick with your devil fruit powers, just that you could!”

“you’re not making things much better…” bepo shakes his head at penguin as law continues to stalk over to you. while he’s certainly annoyed, he doesn’t seem to be as upset as he usually is when it comes to pranks played on him. maybe it’s from hanging out with the straw hats? while he complains that they elevate his blood pressure, you do catch him being less uptight during celebrations like these.

“you two, i’ll deal with you later,” he points at your accomplices - then his eyes slide over and catch yours. there’s a sort of glint to them that your intuition is giving you funny feelings about, and you’re not sure exactly what those feelings are. in one word, you’re off of the ship deck, now losing your balance on the wooden floors of law’s quarters - “room.”

you steady yourself on his desk, looking up to see your captain’s ominous smile. heart racing, you stammer out,

"cap-captain! you can't actually be mad about that, right?"

"no, quite the opposite, actually," an menacingly wide grin stretches on his face, "i was delighted to hear that you’ve been thinking… such thoughts about me."

your laugh is nervous - breathless, even - as he removes his hat and saunters closer to you. certainly not the reaction you expected - usually he gets more flustered, his signature scowl finding its way to his face eventually, but not before that cute blush that spreads to the tip of his nose paints him. panicked, you dig your nails into the wood behind you,

“i’m so sorry, captain, it was just a joke -”

“a joke,” he’s still smiling, but with a deadpan voice.

“yes, a joke! c’moooon, there’s no way the straw hats actually believe -”

“a joke,” he repeats, harshly this time. you flinch. “i suppose every time i’ve caught you in just a towel in the hall in front of this room is a joke, then.”

“captain, wha -”

“and that every time you glance at me when you’re flirting with that pervert cook and you think i’m not looking is a joke, huh?”

he inches closer and closer, caging your back to his desk as he looms over you and you struggle to return eye contact.

“or how about the time you spilled water on your white shirt in front of everyone, hm? you don’t think i’m an idiot, do you?”

“no, of course not!” you’ve never seen law like this - eyes almost manic, and you’re not sure if you’ve pushed him too far. besides the teasing, you had at least respected each other before this, to the point where you’d go so far as to say he enjoyed your company and definitely valued you as a crewmate! and yet, despite your fears, you can’t help but notice how close he is to being pressed up against you.

“you wanna know what i think is a joke?” he growls, breath fanning your ear as he leans in past your face, “how stupid you are for thinking you could get away unpunished with such obvious bait… and how stupid i am for falling for it.”

he pulls back to judge your reaction, and it’s as expected - eyes wide and frantically scanning him, lips parted, plump and kissable - but he stops short before meeting them, a gasp hitching in your throat.

“i’ve had enough of your teasing. you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?”

when your eyes finally find his, your mouth slowly twists into a coy grin that you can’t seem to hide,

“how can i help it when i’m around you?”

his lips are rough and punishing on yours as he lets out his pent-up frustration. you try to gain ground by stepping forward, but he picks you up with a bruising grip and seats you on his desk, still kissing you like his life depends on it.

“don’t think you can play innocent with me anymore,” he says between rough panting, “you just wanted my attention, didn’t you? little brat.”

“you’re being awfully bold, captain,” you let out a low moan when he starts kissing down your neck, tattooed knuckles gripping impatiently at your thighs, “what’s gotten into you?”

“i wasn’t lying when i told you it gets me excited that you were thinking of my cock. you wanna find out what my powers do then?”

you tilt your head questioningly, playfulness dancing along your features and enticing him that much more. he follows up with,

“do you trust me?”

without a doubt you do, and when he unsheathes his sword and slices you at the waist, there’s only a small skip of your heartbeat as you prepare to let him do what he pleases.

the feeling is neither pleasant nor uncomfortable - rather, it’s not much of a feeling at all besides one cool, dull pulse along the area he cuts into.

what ensues is what feels the strangest - it’s not as if either half of your body feels any lighter, and you’re able to control all your limbs, albeit with a bit of clumsiness. law returns to kissing you, shedding both of you of your clothes until you face him bare.

“want to test out your little theory for yourself?”

you forget what he’s referring to until he places your lower half sitting on his desk and your upper half on the chair so that you come face to face with your dripping pussy. you gawk at him, expression questioning, are you really going to make me do this? he juts his chin forward and begins to stroke his cock,

“go on, i won’t fuck you until you make yourself cum.”

with your arms still on your torso, you’re able to reach out hesitantly and spread your folds. you lurch a bit in confusion as one half of you leans forward and the other back, and you bring your tongue out to lap at yourself.

would eating yourself out feel more like eating out or getting eaten out?

you finally had the answer - both, oddly enough - but maybe that was just a consequence of law’s powers.

"that's it, darling," law purrs at the sight in front of him - your wetness dripping down your chin and lips circling around your clit. you’d masturbated before, sure - but having never eaten anyone out before, you’re being experimental, bringing your fingers into the mix and plunging deep into your core. you think of how you’d want someone else to eat you out - how you’d want law to eat you out. building up to a steady rhythm, finding all your sensitive spots - you find yourself moaning his name into your own pussy.

“you’re so fucking hot,” he growls, standing up to grab your hair and push your face further in, “do you know what you do to me? how much i’ve imagined this?”

“mmhf, captain -”

“captain,” he scoffs, and his gravelly voice sends you closer and closer to orgasm, “you know how much it turns me on every time you whine captain at me?”

you’d giggle if you could, because you have noticed how much it pushes his buttons - but you can’t, not while you’ve brought yourself to your own dizzying release, legs thrashing but pulling yourself closer all the same. you’re sobbing his name into your own clit until he hastily places you back together, impatient and needing to fuck you.

“don’t think that was much of a punishment with how good it must’ve felt,” he muses, licking your taste off of your lips as he picks his sword back up, “so how about this for all your teasing, brat?”

the blade finds your neck this time - again, no pain and just a shiver down your spine as he brings your body to his bed.

“why don’t you watch first?”

it’s a strange sight, seeing your headless self be bent over and the sensation of him plunging into you making its way to your brain right away. your hands grip the pillow in front of you as you arch your back low, and he looks over to see your blissed-out eyes when he places a firm smack on your ass.

his hips dig into you, lithe fingers wrapped around your thighs as he thrusts himself in and out at a frantic pace.

“pussy feels so fucking good. is this what you wanted? for your captain to fuck you and fill you to the brim?”

you want to bite a pillow, stars in your vision and tongue lolling when he continues to roll his hips. so, so deep.

“answer me,” another smack to your ass, “you wanted to be a little fucktoy for this cock, yeah? s’that why you’ve been teasing me?”

you garble out a yes amidst your moans, but it doesn’t seem to be enough for him as he grabs you by the hair, placing your head under the both of you so that his balls hit your face every time he sheathes himself into you.

“tap twice if it’s too much,” law grunts, but doesn’t let up. your eyes are rolling and tongue reaching forward, licking and kissing at his sack.

“fuck - fuck i’m gonna cum in - ah -!”

he slams his thighs forward, and you’re finally able to take him into your mouth, sucking gently as he drains himself inside you, nearly trembling while you feel his thick cock pulsing inside of you. he stays for a moment before releasing himself, some of his seed dripping down onto your cheeks as you lap it up eagerly.

“that’s my good girl,” he chuckles, and you swear if you weren’t so disoriented when he places your head back onto your body, you’d be ready to go again just from hearing him saying that. you both flop down on the bed.

“hey,” he rasps, with genuine concern in his voice, “that wasn’t too much, was it?”

you roll over with a lazy smile,

“remind me to play practical jokes on you more often, captain.”

he lets out a relieved sigh, handing you some water and going to his washroom to prepare some towels for you.

“i mean it. you really are such a little brat.”

“and you’re more of a freak than i expected, captain.”

law scoffs, “looks like i didn’t punish you enough, princess. i won’t be as kind next time you pull some shit.”

“as long as you don’t give shachi and penguin the same treatment.”

he groans, but lays behind you, strong arms bringing you close to his chest. those two - and the rest of your crew, for that matter - might be wondering where you are right now, and with your luck, could be banging on law’s door any minute now. but you leave that thought until it happens, for now content to drift off to sleep in your captain’s arms.

author's notes: i think law's a bit ooc cause he's a slow burn kinda guy but i NEEDED to get to the porn lmao. a bit of a longer fic than expected, since i got this done so late - but the other ones are in progress and should be coming soon! no guarantee they'll be as long, though. appreciate your patience as i get back to writing and posting, and hope you enjoy the rest! 😈💜

dividers by benkeibear

[animeyanderelover]

Can I request PM! Dazai, Odasaku (separately) and ADA! Dazai introducing their s/o to (or s/o meeting) their friends (you may add the orphans for Oda if you want)? (And maybe what each of their friends think of s/o)

I think this is my first time writing for Port Mafia Dazai.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, abduction, abuse

Introductions

PM! Dazai Osamu

🤎He’s weirdly giddy when he dolls you up in cute clothes hiding your scars and injuries, about to meet up with Ango and Odasaku at their usual spot. The sweet smile he’s giving you contrasts with the way his nails dig into your hair as he tells you that he’s about to introduce you to his friends, people important to him. So behave for him. Honestly, this Dazai doesn’t hide anything really, he doesn’t tiptoe his way around things and has taken you because he desired you without any consideration for your own thoughts and feelings. Your terror is obvious to the eyes of Ango and Odasaku as you shakily introduce yourself, Dazai’s tight hold on your hip a warning. Without a doubt both feel incredibly sorry for you, Odasaku actively trying to lessen your fears and making you feel uncomfortable. He’s slightly disappointed in Dazai too for treating his lover so cruelly, he’ll definitely attempt to have a talk with the Executive later on.

🤎Chances are that he’ll flaunt you in front of Chuuya at one point too. Honestly, the orange-haired male is very aware of Dazai’s antics of throwing himself at gorgeous people and asking them to commit double suicide with him so he initially just assumes you’re yet another unfortunate victim of Dazai’s ridiculous behavior. Until the man one day actually brings you along, completely out of the blue with a lovestruck yet very sinister grin on his face. You’re more casually dressed as opposed to the time where you met Odasaku and Ango so some of the wounds Dazai inflicted on you are visible for Chuuya’s eyes. The main reason Dazai brought you is to prove his partner in the Mafia wrong but showing him that it isn’t another fluke but a serious relationship. As serious as it can be with you visibly terrified. Dazai is very touchy with you in hopes of annoying and disgusting the other man. Whilst that does happen too, Chuuya mainly realizes once again just how crazed Dazai is.

Odasaku

🖋️Odasaku can't keep the fact that he has a s/o secret for eternities, especially not since he's the closest friend of Dazai who notices subtle signs. From there on Dazai makes his own assumptions and soon starts pestering the older man about it because he'd be delighted to meet you. Ango, whilst also slightly curious how Odasaku manages to have a relationship whilst being part of the Mafia is more respectful. It isn't like Odasaku plans to keep you a secret from his friends, especially Dazai, but at the same time he also wants to keep his occupation away from your knowledge. So if he's going to introduce you to Ango and Dazai, then only after he's had some discussion with those two and has made a plan. He has to keep Dazai in check though because there is the risk that the Executive might plan on bumping into you by sheer "accident", such is his eagerness to meet you. Dazai is happy for Odasaku, he sees how much the man adores you. Ango on the other hand is slightly more conflicted as he wonders how long this happy picture may last until the truth gets revealed.

🖋️The orphaned children are close to his heart and all five of them are whining his ears full too the moment Odasaku reveals to them that he has a partner. He eventually brings you along. Not only because he wants you to have a taste of the delicious curry in the shop but also to introduce him to the owner who also takes care of the kids and the children themselves. The owner welcomes you warmly when meeting you for the first time. Odasaku is a good person in his eyes who sacrifices a lot to guarantee that the children are provided with everything they need so he deserves happiness in his eyes too. The kids on the other hand are nearly out of control when seeing you because everyone wants to talk with you and do something with you at the same time so you get pulled back and forth by them until Odasaku mildly chides them to not overwhelm you. Sakura asks you the innocent question if you two plan to marry, something that manages to make Odasaku blush. He's not opposed to the thought though.

ADA! Dazai Osamu

🤎Even now on the side of the good guys, Dazai is still pretty cautious and skittish about who he introduces his darling to. Just keeping you all for himself does sound like a dream because he could spend every day with you but he is surrounded by people who are very sharp so at one point one of the other members might talk to him about it, either because they saw him with you in public or because they've managed to see through him. Once the cat is out of the bag anyways, there is no reason to not bring you over to the Agency once, even if it's very out of the blue. All the members are just minding their daily and somewhat questionable routine until Dazai suddenly walks in, arms wrapped around the visitor he's brought with him. He dressed you up in adorable clothes although you did plan to dress up prettier anyways considering that you were about to meet all of his co-workers and his boss. That's when chaos breaks shortly out as anyone scrambles away to tidy up the place.

🤎Osamu did it with purpose, no doubt, as he grins amused upon seeing everyone shortly panicking whilst trying to appear professional and normal when greeting you. Kunikida could strangle him for that but he can't in front of you which Dazai properly abuses, especially by being very affectionate with you. Naomi and Kenji are gushing over how cute the two of you look, Kyouka stares at you curiously, Ranpo lazily introduces himself before sitting back down and watching you two, Yosano is quick to talk to you about your clothes, especially when finding out that Dazai helped choosing them, and Tanizaki and Atsushi are slightly nervous to talk to you since both respect Dazai, Atsushi in particular. Fukuzawa is making sure that no one overwhelms you for now since it's your first time meeting all of them. He'd hate to leave a first bad impression considering that the Agency tends to be very chaotic when there's no work to do since all members have their own quirks.

[oldhalloweentape]

🐀Junkrat (OW I & II) x (fem) Reader💣

(DC Raven Reader Edition!)

(Picture’s not mine!)

(Request here! Yet another interesting request from @thequeenofcupps, always a delight to write such interesting posts!)

- Falls in love with both you and your potential for destruction, I mean, the list of abilities Raven has as the daughter of Trigon on top of being a skilled magic caster is extensive and you bet he is eager to see you fight like a demon.

- Quick to try to befriend you, I mean, I don’t know about you but I think he wouldn’t want to be on the bad side of the person who can rearrange his guts in a bad way.

- Then again he has no self-preservation besides that and will flirt with you, it’s as crazy and unhinged as one might think.

- Like, “Ohoho!! Mate you really know how to strike some fear, maybe you can do that to me some time~”

- Can and will try to convince you to enchant his bombs to make them more… Effective, pouts when you say no.

- When it comes to talking about you, he is SOO annoying but endearing (well, to you at least). Could chatter on and on about you forever and someone has to yell at him to shut his trap.

- You and Roadhog take turns making sure he doesn’t do something to cost your fellow teammates a literal arm and leg, I don’t make the rules.

- Whenever he says something factually incorrect with lots of confidence, you take the time to be like “Jamison— That’s not what that means,” he’s quick to be like “AH! Right!! That’s not what I meant!- I ACTUALLY meant-” quickly leans close to you to ask what is right then exclaims your answer and wrapping his arm around you as a silent thank you.

- You’re a fact checker to him with how smart you are, he would be rambling on and on while tinkering on something and he pauses before saying, “Right?”

- When I tell you his chest puffs in pride when you tell him he got it, he goes on a gloating tirade about it later to Roadhog and he gruffly tells him to “Shut up.” every time.

- He’s very eager to please, especially you, I mean you’re his girlfriend and a very powerful person so— Obviously.

- Tries to get you to do heists and mercenary work with him and Roadie, if you actually agree to do them it’s up to you, and if you do it’s almost always a success that has all three of you holding your riches with Junkrat beaming proudly.

- When it comes to helping your emotions when things become too much, he genuinely tries to help, loudly saying words of encouragement before getting smacked on the head by Roadhog because being loud could only just make things worse.

- After time he gets better at it, learning the quips and tricks that get you back on solid ground and back into his arms.

- You both help each other in your own ways, and honestly it’s an endearing sight, a little alarming because sometimes you both encourage the other to commit some crime or two.

- Whether or not you’ve never been imprisoned before, you probably will be when you’re with him and he definitely frames your mugshot in a frame heavily decorated with heart stickers and crudely held together with scotch tape.

- I like to think Roadhog and you have a silent respect between each other and help each other insult another teammate if they’re mean first, with Junkrat saying “OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH” obnoxiously like a middle schooler in response to the burn uttered by his bestest mate + his girlfriend.

- You know how that one skin Junkrat has a bracelet that says ‘if lost return to Road’? Yeah uh he will also have another one that has your own name on it, it just feels right.

- Will maybe call you pet names like “sweetheart” or “love”, but in usually very serious situations and usually just call you “mate” most of the time.

- He’s crazy for you, like, very crazy, thinks highly of you and absolutely melts when your soft to him, it’s kinda giving Wall-E & Eve from Wall-E in general.

(Hope you all liked this one, Raven [alongside Starfire] is a favorite of mine so I hoped you all enjoyed this! 💋)

[visualtaehyun]

Pronoun changes, my beloved!

Apologies in advance for how chaotic and lengthy this will be but this is my jam lmao For ease of understanding, I'll color-code all words referring to Mork and Day like this!

Disclaimer: not a native Thai speaker, still learning 🙏

Last episode, Mork called himself พี่ /phi/ once so I'd been waiting that entire episode for either of them to initiate a switch in pronouns!!

เดย์ พี่เอง /Day, phi ehng/

It just makes sense tbh, considering all of Day's friends defaulted to calling Mork พี่ /phi/ and Porjai also just calls herself พี่ /phi/ while calling Day น้อง /nong/, น้องเดย์ /nong Day/ or just เดย์ /Day/.

Real quick- พี่ /phi/ = lit. older sibling; respectful yet familiar form of address for someone older (2nd or 3rd person pronoun); can be used to refer to oneself in reference to someone younger (1st person pronoun) น้อง /nong/ = lit. younger sibling; mostly used to refer to someone younger (2nd or 3rd person pronoun) but can be used to refer to oneself in reference to someone older (1st person pronoun)

So, episode 5!

Day accidentally calls Mork พี่ /phi/ and another boundary's crossed 👀 Of course our flustered Day tries to backpaddle immediately to Mork's delight (Day is so teasable, I completely understand Mork haha):

อะไรของคุณ /a rai kaawng khun/

ไอ้น้องเดย์ /ai nong Day/ -> Nong Day? Sweet, affectionate. Ai nong Day? Teasing, trying to annoy Day 😂 พี่ยืมเสื้อตัวนึงนะ /phi yeuum seuua dtuua neung na/ -> The tone of his voice 🫠 This is when Mork starts calling himself พี่ /phi/!

Mork has officially abandoned the polite formal คุณ /khun/ that both him and Day previously used to call each other and he now mostly calls him by his name, เดย์ /Day/, but sometimes he doesn't~

เราเองอ่ะ ก็โพสต์อะไรบ้างดิ /rao ehng a, gaaw post a rai baang di/

เรา /rao/ as a 2nd person pronoun is used by older people for calling someone younger or in general by someone more senior for calling juniors (though I've also heard it between age mates or even by younger people when scolding someone older they're close to lol it sounds a bit condescending or patronizing though). It's not formal or polite, it has a degree of familiarity though!

Quick intermission for the photo caption (though the subs provide a very good alternative pun!)

ข้าวเช้าแบบปัง ปัง /khaao chaao baeb bpang bpang/

ปัง /bpang/ = bread, hence the pun, but it's also an onomatopoeic expression for a loud noise (like Bang!) and, in the same vein, slang for 'popular'. I guess it's comparable to saying sth. or sb. is 'the bomb' in English or like- A bangin' breakfast lol You'd obviously lose the bread pun though.

And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming!

Mork calls him น้องเดย์ /nong Day/ and himself พี่หมอก /phi Mork/ but he also phrases his question with a คับ /khap/ at the end (that's a polite male ending particle) - it's halfway between sweet and teasing but Day's reaction tells us that he's accepting it at face value. :)

Place your bets now as to how everyone will react once they hear the changed speaking habits of these two lmao Personally, I wanna see Night's reaction the most

Gee is up first!

Last night, Day did still call him คุณ /khun/ HMMM 😏 (Gee's also referencing the love song Mork sang for Day in ep. 4)

I wanna highlight the little banter about the hotpot restaurant here too because it's something I hear irl a bunch but rarely in (BL) series!!

Day: มึงดูตากูด้วยค่ะ /mueng duu dtaa guu duay kha/ Gee: มึงก็ให้พี่มึงป้อนซิคะ /mueng gaaw hai phi mueng bpaawn si kha/

These two (as well as most of Day's friends) use กู/มึง /guu mueng/ with each other which- nothing new there, close friends often use these rude pronouns with each other BUT what's interesting to me is the particle they both use at the end: ค่ะ/คะ /kha/! They're polite feminine ending particles so usually used by women, when speaking politely. But in this case, they're both using them to sass each other! :D

I've exhausted my time for this evening so the rest of the episode will have to wait until later, sadly. And this post only covers part 1/4 hahaaahh... 🥴

[hydrangeyes]

Rambling about a COTL AU that's been slow roasting in my mind for a bit

COTL AU where lamb doesn't spare the one who waits but its more of a "you want to be like this? Have a break in the void asshole." A "sleep on the couch for a week" type beat. But it completely back fires, when lamb "resurrects" Nariander, they revive the body but not the.... i guess soul that makes him who he is. They seperated at some point.

The one who waits themselves is wandering about the ever changing domain, and he was at first furious then annoyed then just lost. Memories start to slip the further they're seperated from their literal vessel. (Vessel = body). A bit of a reset going on.

Just rambling baout this one:

*looks at notes*

- both Lamb and The one who waits are messy and possessive. A short of "You can't escape me." Dynamic but not toxic, the non toxic part being it's mutual and they at least respect each other by this point in time.

- Lamb is beefy and kind of an asshole. (They're tired, becoming a deity takes a lot of energy. Diety of death???? Mmmmm we'll see)

- The one who waits and Nariander being seperate people who become one is the best way i can explain this siuation. (A yami yugi situation minus the yami backstory reveal idk yet)

- The one who waits is a feral MENACE, so is Nariander on the opposite end.

- i have a vivid imagery of a pissed off Lamb yanking down dubious astral one who waits, pissed off and demanding "did you think you could escape me." And the one who waits being absolutely delighted 🙄😒

- the two together once everything is done are grossly romantic. That whole will they won't they thing gets annoying fast and neither care to keep pretending after everything. But they also don't label anything.

- they had that stage before the one who waits was still chained up.

- i do have a branching AU for this AU involving flowers but not in locations you'd think. (Yes, it's hanahaki. No, they aren't throwing it up. It's something going on that's worse and funnier to me)

- Simp yandere x Simp yandere?

- *insert that one rick and morty scene of rick asking what the fuck is he doing, when he opened that anti curse shop and what not* this is the Lamb towards the cult after "defeating" the one who waits, only they don't burn it to the ground. (Basing theme on my in-game cult who are..... well, i spoiled them rotten early on let's just say that)

- Nariander being fond of Ratau is not lost on anyone.

- the siblings are there.... they're part of the world building, tho. They have their own lives outside of this hot mess. Might ramble about it at some point.

- the *hand gestures* of "Is somebody gonna match my freak?"

- *squints at notes* something something painful transformations all around....

[thebetawolfgirl]

Bonding Time part 2

Pairing: Timmy x Reader

Warnings: SMUT!

A/N: Enjoy!

Bonding Time pt2

The wedding had happened and the lovebirds were on their 3 week honeymoon, both step siblings were able to move back to their respective apartments in New York, although y/n had barely been home long enough to buy groceries as Timmy always ended up coming to her place and bringing over his own food. The happy couple were delighted before they left for their honeymoon to know their children were ‘trying their best’ to get along for them. Y/n just smiled as she said goodbye to her mother ‘I promise mother we will keep an eye on the house while you’re gone just have a nice time’ her mother hugged her tightly in return and pushed the hair behind her daughter’s ear. ‘I know you’re probably sick of my false promises y/n but I think Greg is the one this time.’ Y/n kissed her mother’s cheek smiling as Timmy came up behind her. ‘Don’t worry Elaine, I’ll make sure y/n stays out of trouble’ he smirks throwing his arm around her shoulder and y/n rams her elbow into his ribs ‘Fuck you, like you’re such a fucking choir boy!’

‘I’m not but I know you’re not exactly a Virgin Mary either’ he smirks as she swings her arm to slap him as the parents just roll their eyes and wave goodbye before driving off leaving them to wrestle with each other.

Timmy waited until they left the driveway before he grabbed her throat again and slamming her back against the nearest wall ‘Stop slapping me!’

Y/n shoved him off before heading upstairs to pack her stuff to go home mumbling ‘Asshole.’ She shut her door and smirking began to collect her clothes she brought for the wedding, she heard her door open already knowing who it was and began emptying her drawers ‘Are you seeing Stacey tonight?’

He responded with a resounding ‘No. She wanted me to come over but I said I was hanging out with Stuart tonight.’

She made a face looking at him ‘Stuart is in Canada Timmy, visiting his grandpa. Why are you lying to her? I mean besides the fact she’s annoying, stupid and a bitch.’

‘All of the above!’ He responded picking up her underwear from her suitcase.

‘Have you guys slept together yet?’ She asked again grabbing them out of his hand ‘You know if you don’t fuck her soon she’ll start thinking you swing the other way.’

He glared at her ‘I’m not gay!’

She held up her panties she just snatched from his hands ‘No shit perv. Just fuck her and get it over with.’ She went into the wardrobe as he made a face behind her back ‘I saw that dick.’

She had just stepped through her front door and was going through her mail when her phone rang and saw it was Timmy and she rolled her eyes answering it ‘Who or what have you hit with that piece of shit you drive now?’

‘Fuck you, I’m at home and that car is a classical car-‘

‘It’s a piece of shit, you have money and have no excuse to keep that thing.’

She smirked dropping her mail on the coffee table hearing him taking deep breaths knowing she had pissed him off.

‘You didn’t think it was a piece of shit when I fucked you in the back seat bitch.’

She glared into nothing before hanging up and storming to her front door, ready to go and murder him. But when she wrenched it open she was face to face with her step brother ‘The fuck you think you’re doing hanging up on me like that?!’

‘I was actually coming over to tell you something’

‘And what would that be?’ He replied letting himself inside and shutting the door behind him.

‘This’ she swung her hand and slapped his face hard and because he wasn’t expecting it she got him right on his cheek.

‘Ow FUCK!’ He grabbed her threw her over his shoulder and carried her to her bedroom before shoving back on her bed and crawled over to her and kissed her hard biting her lower lip, the bedroom wasn’t very well lit so they went by touch alone ripping each other’s clothes off scratching each other in the process, before he pushed her back moving between her legs and kissed her roughly as she bit his lips.

‘Timmy’

He moved down her throat kissing and biting before slamming into her clamping his hand over her mouth to silence her moans and whispered in her ear ‘Quiet, you have nosy neighbours. We don’t need the cops being called.’ He began going at a hard and steady pace as she gripped his arms digging her nails into his skin. He removed his hand and kissed her open mouth gripping the back of her neck and pulled her up to sit on his lap when she flipped him onto his back shoving him down when he tried to sit up and began riding him hard as he grabbed her hips digging his fingers into her skin making her gasp in pain and pleasure and rode him harder both of them panting heavily. She ran her hand up his chest before wrapping her fingers around his throat putting light pressure on making him choke out a groan, she smirked and leaned down and kissed him hard and continued riding him before moving down his jawline and neck licking the sweat from his skin before biting down hearing him hiss and bite her shoulder and slam his hips up to meet hers before they came together once again in a sweaty panting mess.

They knew this was wrong in some way, but they weren’t related so they didn’t care. Y/n also knew she would be covered in marks and fingerprints from the way he grabbed and held onto her. Timmy was never gentle when he held her during sex, he was possessive.

They lay panting heavily trying to catch their breaths in a tangled and sticky mess of bedsheets and limbs. She looked over to him and saw he was watching her. She trailed her fingertips over his lips staring back at him ‘What?’

He smirked at her pushing a strand of hair back ‘What if someone we know, or someone who know our parents know find out?’

She shrugs looking at him ‘I don’t care, my mother never gave a shit about me, why should I?’

Timothée looked at her and listened to the way she said it so coldly and could honestly relate. His father went through women like he went through different kinds of coffee without a second thought to his son, so why should Timothée give a shit about his feelings.

He shrugged in agreement ‘Even if they did find out there’s not much they can do about it, we’re not related and we didn’t force them to get together. So who cares what they want? We’re taking what we want out of this shit show.’

She smirks and leans down pecks his lips again and again.

The next morning y/n is woken up by someone banging on her door and she groans feeling arms around her as she tried to get up. ‘Timmy I need to answer that or they won’t go away.’ He groans trying to pull her back ‘Timmy let go I need to answer it.’

‘You have a fucking camera look at the monitor’

She sighed heavily grabbing her phone to look at the front door camera and groaned when she saw who it was

‘Timmy, Timmy let me go it’s Stacey, it’s fucking Stacey let go!’ She wrenched his arms off her not believing he wasn’t more bothered. She couldn’t care less, this was her house, but he should’ve been more bothered at the possibility of his girlfriend finding him naked at his step sister’s apartment.

She grabbed a T-shirt and a pair of clean underwear and trudged to the front door opening it still sleepy but surprised.

‘Stacey? What you want?’

‘Have you seen your brother?’

‘Step brother and no I haven’t. We didn’t drive back together. Why?’

Well I tried calling him last night but he didn’t answer so I went round to his apartment and he wasn’t home, the neighbour said he went out.’

‘Well maybe he met up with some of his friends?’

She looked really anxious and although y/n felt sorry for the girl she was getting bored AND cold standing in the doorway.

‘It’s just we haven’t gone this long without talking to each other, we usually call to say goodnight and when he didn’t call I got worried.’

Y/n rubbed her eyes tired and grabbed the edge of her door getting ready to shut it.

‘Look, if he darkens my doorstep, I’ll let him know you’re looking for him and tell him to call you, okay?’

Stacey nodded smiling thankfully. ‘Thanks y/n, I’ll let you get back to bed I’m sorry it’s so early.’

She waved away her apologies and nodded goodbye closing the door. Grateful she was gone she headed back upstairs after grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

‘Your plaything is very concerned of your whereabouts and missed your goodnight call last night. That’s just so adorable I may vomit.’

She mocked as she climbed onto the bed and under the covers handing him the bottle as he smiled sweetly and said in a sugary sweet voice ‘Please go fuck yourself’

He took a drink from the bottle as she looked around the room and pointed at her bedside table ‘You owe me a new bedside lamp dickhead’

‘Buying your own fucking lamp I’m not buying you shit’

He grabbed her around her waist dragging her to him and tugging her T-shirt over her head and tossing it aside mumbling ‘More skin’

She rolled her eyes letting him lay between her legs and began the old routine of rubbing her hands up and down his back.

‘It’s daylight what if Stacey catches us?’

Timmy looked up at her skeptically ‘How? By climbing up the fucking fire escape?’

She glared and dug her nails into his skin hard making him growl in the back of his throat before he grabbed her throat and squeezed before slamming her head down against the pillows ‘Dammit Timmy, stop doing that.’

He released his grip on her throat when she grabbed him by his hair and slammed her lips against his kissing him hard. He kissed her back before pulling away and kissing down her body until he reached between her legs and ripped her panties clean off. He parted her lips and licked a long strip up before sucking on her clit making her grip the sheets and moan. He then slid his tongue into her and pinned her hips down as she screamed his name along with some expletives, he smirked and continued his eating her out roughly with his tongue and eventually fingers and relished seeing her eyes roll back into her head as she came all over his mouth and face. He crawled back up to her and kissed her making her taste herself and wrapped her arms around his shoulders kissing him back. They continued like this for the rest of the day not answering phones or the door, just constantly having sex again and again.

He stayed at y/n’s place for two whole days without leaving the bedroom besides for food water and bathroom breaks. He told Stacey he partied and crashed at a friend’s house.

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30 Dark Urge Questions: Keir

(Decided to go through all my 30 Questions for your Dark Urge ask prompts to flesh out Keir a bit more and foster some attachment to his character.)

What circumstances led to your Dark Urge becoming their Class/Subclass?

Keir was born as a storm sorcerer, so it wasn’t ever his decision but rather yet another thing Bhaal chose for him.

Did your Dark Urge have any romantic and/or sexual relationships prior to their illithid adventure? If yes, who was it with and what was it like? If no, how did they feel about being single?

For the majority of Keir’s life, he refused to allow himself any form of real intimacy. But things definitely got complicated between him and Gortash, in trying to out-manipulate each other. Keir eventually found a true respect in his new ally, and that made him feel much more personhood than he thought he was capable of… and he dangerously liked that. It made the necessity to kill Gortash eventually a lot harder, and it really drove a wedge between Keir and Orin, who greatly disapproved and saw Gortash as nothing but an annoying worm.

What would your Dark Urge consider to be their greatest skill? Is this accurate?

Pre-amnesia, ruthlessness. Post-amnesia, willpower. Both would be accurate.

What would your Dark Urge consider to be their greatest flaw? Is this accurate?

Pre-amnesia, a soft spot for Orin (sister) and Gortash (situationship). Post-amnesia, lack of self-control. Both would be accurate.

What opinion does your Dark Urge have about the Gods?

Pre-amnesia, Keir was a devout Bhaalist who thought all other gods were unworthy in comparison to the Lord of Murder. Post-amnesia, Keir assumes the gods have cursed him, and holds resentment for this.

How does your Dark Urge react to waking up with memory loss?

Keir’s first instinct is to kill whoever wronged him, and is subsequently confused by this urge. From the very moment he stepped out of his pod, the odds within himself began, creating inner turmoil.

Did your Dark Urge recall any childhood memories? If yes, how do they feel about the revelations? If no, was it by choice or lack of options?

Keir has extremely vague flashes of childhood memories from time to time, but they are so feint as to be unsure if they are even real or just dreams. He isn’t even sure if he got the name Keir from real parents or if he just imagined it and named himself one day, because he also knows that The Dark Urge is just as much his name as Keir.

How does your Dark Urge feel about the wilderness?

Pre-amnesia, Keir had never been anywhere rural. Post-amnesia, Keir enjoys the serenity of nature, where there are less temptations of murder.

How does your Dark Urge feel about the city?

Pre-amnesia, Keir saw the city as nothing more than a hunting ground, waiting for harvest in tribute to Bhaal. Post-amnesia, Keir finds the city a real struggle, because everywhere he looks, he sees death waiting to happen. He hates how much he wants it.

What motivates your Dark Urge to either embrace or resist the tadpole?

Keir figures he’s already fucked in the head, so what more damage could a tadpole do?

What motivates your Dark Urge to either embrace or resist the Urge?

At first, Keir follows his killer instinct, up until he is horrified by murdering Alfira. This really shakes him into a new desire to find control over himself, because he knows it’s wrong, and he knows it’s wrong to feel like it’s right… He wants to be a good person, to prove to himself that he’s capable of choice.

How does your Dark Urge feel about being a bhaalspawn?

The revelation really makes everything click together, in the most horrible way. Learning that he has a pre-determined destiny is really discouraging, because it goes against all the effort he’s made up to this point to choose his own path. It takes a lot of encouragement from the party to keep fighting for that choice.

How does your Dark Urge feel about killing?

Keir wishes he felt badly, felt guilt, felt anything other than delight, because he knows in his head it’s wrong, but can’t make his heart follow suit.

How good of a liar is your Dark Urge? How do they feel about lying?

Keir doesn’t even bother trying to lie most of the time, because he’s so bad at it and doesn’t enjoy it. The only person he regularly lies to is himself.

What is your Dark Urge’s greatest fear?

Becoming a rapid monster without any control of himself ever again.

What is your Dark Urge’s greatest desire?

To be free of The Dark Urge.

What is your Dark Urge’s greatest regret?

Of what he can remember, killing Orin.

How does your Dark Urge feel about love?

Keir doesn’t think he deserves love.

Has your Dark Urge become particularly close to anyone romantically and/or platonically in their journey? If so, who, and what is the relationship like? If no, why not?

Romantically, Astarion and Keir become quite close. First it’s simply because Astarion doesn’t give a shit about Keir’s urges, and Keir will take whatever acceptance he can get. Through their journey they realize they are really good at supporting each other’s personal goals and struggles, and understanding each other. That kind of kindred spirit blooms into something deeper.

Platonically, Keir doesn’t know how he will ever be able to repay Wyll for his unwavering belief that Keir is capable of being a good person, and that energy helps so much. In return, Keir tries his best to help Wyll gain his own independence and build his own life, outside of the shadows of Mizora and his father. They form a very tight friendship.

Is your Dark Urge open about their Urge or do they try to hide it? Why?

Keir never tries to hide the urge, because he’s terrified of it and seeks help from the others.

What are 2-3 songs that your Dark Urge would relate to?

Where Is My Mind? by Pixies

Monster by MILCK

In my Blood by Tommee Profitt & Fleurie

What first impression does your Dark Urge give off to strangers?

From a distance he could pass for just an unusual looking elf, but it doesn’t take long to realize there is something terribly, terribly off and unsettling about him up close.

How does your Dark Urge feel about what others think of them?

Keir wishes he was better at presenting himself as ‘normal’.

Does your Dark Urge have a treasured item with them? If yes, what is it and why is it special? If no, how do they feel about item sentimentality in general?

Keir never would have guessed he was ever the type to place sentimentality in an item, so when he discovered in his old room in the Bhaalist temple a kept gift clearly from Gortash, it really surprised him.

How does your Dark Urge feel about Sceleritas Fel?

Keir initially isn’t even convinced Sceleritas Fel is a real being – but when he wakes up with the gifted cloak in his possession, he is shocked. After Fel orders Keir to kill Isobel and Keir resists, he becomes terrified every time Fel shows up… he tries to control this fear the best he can by attempting to intimidate Fel, except Fel loves it.

How does your Dark Urge feel about Bhaal?

Pre-amnesia, Keir was for most of his life a very dutiful spawn of Bhaal, always feeding his urges, always worshipful, never questioning if he could ever be anything more than a tool for Bhaal’s purposes. Even though his situationship with Gortash makes him question this, if not for Orin’s intervention, he’d very likely still go through with his plans to betray the other Dead Three Chosen and destroy the world for his Murder Lord. Post-amnesia, Keir is disgusted with Bhaal, resents him for his own creation, and rejects him entirely.

How does your Dark Urge feel about giving and receiving orders?

Keir does not like being told what to do, but at the same time, does not feel very confident in making his own decisions either. He’s much better with votes of confidence from others.

How well does your Dark Urge function under pressure?

Keir only knows pressure, and he functions the best he can. How good that functioning is, is debatable though. That he’s coherent at all is sometimes a win just in itself.

What advice would you give to your Dark Urge?

Be less afraid of your past and more hopeful of your future.

What are your Dark Urge’s intentions/goals after the end of the game?

A journey of self-discovery, after being reborn outside of Bhaal’s influence.

[cherry-blossom-triplets]

Honestly the moment you started talking about SBI with Niki I wanted to gobble it up. It’s perfect, it’s delightful, it brings some balance without sacrificing any of the feral energy. Ideal, tbh.

Also, Niki feeling doubly betrayed by Wilbur bc of the family connection after he blows up L’Manberg and dies and THEN he comes BACK and doesn’t even have the guts to come talk to her, she has to find out from HER BROTHER AND FATHER that he came back. Delightful.

You didn’t ask for this but listen up! I am gonna rant about how fucking underrated Niki is, and how fucking perfect Wilbur, Techno and Niki as triplets are.

Niki is probably one of, if not the, bravest characters on the dsmp. She doesn’t get enough fucking credit as a character, especially in season one.

Niki is such an amazing character though, because she literally influences how other characters act by just being in their presence. There are multiple examples, but many characters tend to act as their best selves around Niki. Tommy treated her with respect and listened to her, she saw the good in the “evil traitor Eret” and Wilbur was able to express some actual moments of vulnerability with her! She’s not a master manipulator, or exceptionally good at reading people. People just naturally fall into place in being better around her.

And then there is the whole election arc. Niki was badass as fuck in the election arc. She proved herself to be a character of loyalty, determination, perseverance, and courage. She openly defied and opposed Schlatt wherever she could. And that was despite Schlatt constantly singling her out and making her life a nightmare. She never faltered once because of her conviction; she knew she was in the right!

At the festival, she proved it yet again when she, without weapons or armor, told Technoblade not to execute Tubbo. This was despite knowing he was doing it on Schlatt’s orders, and Schlatt hated her!

Oh, and about that festival… what made Wilbur actually decide to intervene? It wasn’t Tubbo’s execution. It wasn’t Technoblade going on a rampage. It was when he thought Niki was at risk. Niki was the person Wilbur was willing to risk himself for!

Wilbur and Niki’s relationship in canon is so amazingly thought out (when real life stuff doesn’t fuck shit up for the characters and plot consistency and all that jazz). Like, Niki is one of the few characters Wilbur can be vulnerable with! Niki was so loyal to Wilbur, trusted him so deeply, that when she saw the bombs, she didn’t warn anyone because she trusted him not to use them unless necessary! She wore his jacket after he died (a little annoyed that almost no one acknowledges this, and instead gives that trait to Tommy).

Also, Niki, Wilbur and Techno are a Fire, Water, Earth trio.

Technoblade is Earth. At his best he is an unwavering mountain. He’s sturdy, reliable, grounded. At his worst, he’s an earthquake or a rockslide, causing destruction and chaos as everything is thrown off balance. It’s almost impossible to guess what is under the surface of the earth.

Wilbur is Water. At his best, he’s a still, serene lake. A person capable of clarity and reflection, cool and collected. At his worst, he’s whirlpool, a storm, unable to see things clearly from the rushing water. He’s thrown into the deep end and can’t pull himself out.

Niki is fire. At her best, she is the fire the cooks a loaf of bread, the torchlight when everything is at it’s most dark. She is warm, enthusiastic, bright. At her worst, she is a wildfire, burning and destroying without rhyme or reason. Like a wildfire, she’s likely to burn herself out, leaving nothing but ashes.

And I think that also plays into why Niki’s healing arc worked with Techno (ignore the obvious reason being that CC!Techno was one of the few CCs that actually allowed CC!Niki a chance to do things). Techno could actually ground Niki. When Wilbur and Niki were both in bad places, they were at risk of clashing horribly.

But at the same time, they’re close to each other. And they actually tried to heal with each other.

Also! Niki was one of the few memories Ghostbur remembers! She’s that important to him!

This is like six hundred words of rambling, I need to stop.

But like can I also say that it would be so fucked up for her to watch one of her brothers get killed by her father, and the other two get exiled. Her father had been left disabled by the entire thing (an able bodied angel can fly, C!Phil is canonically disabled. And disability isn’t a tragedy, but the traumatic injury sure as hell was, especially considering he got it trying to protect Wilbur). Only for her to find out that Techno was nearly executed! And she probably thought Tommy was dead too!

Lot’s of angst potential right there!

[ladyvictory22]

The Rookie

In the world of Formula 1, rivalries were as intense as the roar of the engines competing on circuits worldwide. This year, a new addition to the team panorama left everyone expectant. Andretti F1, a respected name in motorsport, had completed the process to enter Formula 1, and their new team director had arrived with a bang. "The rookie," as the media called him, was known for his unwavering energy and boisterous attitude.

Toto observed with some suspicion from a distance as the rookie made his way onto the F1 scene. The rivalry between Mercedes and Red Bull had been a constant for years, and Toto couldn't help but feel that the young Andretti team director could become a new contender. Although he didn't initially like the rookie's effervescent personality, he soon became impressed by his ability to keep up with him in press conferences and interviews.

Christian, on the other hand, watched everything with an indifferent expression. Red Bull was still at the top, and he didn't feel his position was in danger. But there was something bothering him, something he hadn't fully identified himself. He couldn't help but notice that the rookie and Toto were always together at press events, and this was starting to stir some jealousy in Christian, but he tried to ignore it. Soon, the media, noticing the closeness between the rookie and Toto, dubbed him "The new Christian," a label the rookie was delighted to embrace.

One day, a journalist asked Christian about the new title bestowed upon the rookie. Christian furrowed his brow, he had read about it, but he wanted to ignore it. However, it seemed everyone was intent on reminding him, and he replied, "No one should be happy about people giving you a title because you're trying to imitate someone else."

Days later, during a press conference at the Monza Grand Prix, Toto was questioned about Christian's statement. With a mocking smile, Toto replied, "It's obvious he's not like Christian; he doesn't stab you in the back."

Toto's words reached Christian's ears, and he felt hurt but furious... how dare he? He sought out Toto in the paddock, a displeased look on his face. When he finally arrived at the Mercedes garage, he began speaking accusingly, "What the hell do you mean by saying I stab people in the back, Toto? Are you insinuating something?"

"Hello to you too, Christian... tell me what I owe your visit?" Toto said unfazed.

"Don't start with your fake cordiality, Wolff," he said in an annoyed tone.

Toto chuckled.

"I'm just being polite; you walk in here to my garage, to my office, and you just shout at me..." Toto said.

"It's not the first time I've done it," he replied with a furious look.

"Yes, it's not the first time, it's been many times...," Toto had a half-smile.

"Yes, and yet 'I stab you in the back'..." Christian looked away.Toto laughed again.

"Don't laugh, you damn idiot... you're accusing me in front of everyone... and..." he said, looking at him again.

Toto got up from his chair and approached Christian, both locking eyes, and the tension between them was palpable, but there was something more in the air. The rivalry that had once pitted them against each other was turning into an attraction that neither could deny, and maybe that was another reason for Christian's jealousy... for a moment, he felt that adrenaline mixed with nervousness that spread, and his irritation... the decision between wanting to stay or run.

"Christian..." Toto said very close to his face, "Tell me if in a company, a rookie comes in and wants to be on good terms with those in higher positions... what does he do?"

"He tries..." they were very close, and Christian couldn't help but look at his lips for a brief moment and then reconnect their gazes, "He tries to get attention..."

"Exactly... and what do you think 'the rookie' is doing?" Toto said, moving away a bit, and Christian felt a bit dizzy; he was hypnotized by the proximity.

Christian thought it over... reflected... "Strategy."

"Bingo... this is just a strategy. The rookie is eager to earn a place, but he can't easily replace someone like that, he has to earn it, and wanting to be slippery doesn't help... a rivalry that has lasted a decade... like the one you and I have... can't be erased... just because a nobody arrives... you didn't erase it when McLaren was here or when Ferrari got closer, right Dear?" Toto whispered in his ear, and Christian melted, closing his eyes, feeling Toto's pronounced accent... now it was just the two of them in the office... with no one standing in their way.

"What I said at the conference was part of the game, to keep everyone entertained," Toto added and put his hand on the back of Christian's neck.

Christian bit his lip and smiled slightly... and murmured, "Always creating games, aren't you?"

Toto responded by closing the distance between them in a passionate and angry kiss; Toto's tongue insisted on entering Christian's mouth until he yielded; it was as if they were waging a battle instead of a romance.

When they separated... Toto said, brushing their lips, "It's you and me."

"Idiot..." Christian whispered letting himself be kissed again.

"Little Terrier..." Toto said and Christian swatted him which made the Austrian laugh.

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[carmenized-onions]

chap 4 - IT’S ONION TIME

When he finds out you don’t have a plug on his side of the bed and he has to charge his phone on your side, he turns it off. Cute - he is SO cute

Both of you thought the sound of your lungs would bother the other, so you opted not to use them at all - they’re so???

Turns out, counterproductive; you notice each other’s absences pretty well. - in more ways than one!!

He's probably dreaming of you exploding right now, he’s so annoyed. - CHIPPY SHUT THE FUCK UP. love yourself!!

He wills his body to not fucking move because if he does it's going to ruin everything. He's going to ruin everything. - both of them angsting next to each other:(((

You’re clutching a bear that’s undeniably on a losing team and you’re at peace with it - EVIL AUTHOR EVIIIIIL

the teenagers in their heads should come out more often methinks

“And I do the Crossword too, bitch, what of it?” “…I like Connections.” - THEYRE SO ADORABLE CMON

Of course, it’d be a spice on the day Mr Food Guy sleeps over. Bullshit. - hehehehe

And he’s prett— - he is prett-

“I like your apartment.” - i like you

the bread i’m so jealous

“Shampoo, conditioner, face wash—They’ve even got labels.” - she’s so sweet!! also bet the labels are cut

“Do you not like Irish Spring?” - the way he cares!! oh!!

“I’m more of an Old Spice fan.” - a syd fan👀

You don’t deserve breakfast—” He pulls your plate, you pull it back. “All I said—” “Thinkin’ I smell like shit—” - THIS!!!! i need this back

“the fruity stuff—“ - she IS the fruity stuff

“I smell good! Deny that I smell good!” “You smell fine.” - all of this is so funny, YOU are so funny!!

“Oh, I—Uh—” You haven’t even tried it yet. You’re telling him he’s good for the sake of the effort he’s given alone. He needs an antacid - i’m gonna full on sob and rock back and forth cause omg???

Thank God you took a bite in time to hide your selfish disappointment. It’s good for him to go home, but then he’s not here. Real Catch-22. - the way they’re so close already ugh i love!!

It’s a delight how immediately panicked he is by this - precious!!

“I’ll get you something too.” - she!!

Kidding. Unless? - AKJEJDJEJEJE

shove it in your pocket— Which is fine and doesn't feel bad at all. - inky :((

also love how you describe what she’s wearing!! world building!!

and fucking Cherry wouldn’t get off fucking bar - CHERRY. it’s all cherry? always has been

Your smile is bright, fake, strained, and beautiful. - always beautiful

you’re one of the few people beneath him that he asks favours from - lowkey love that tho cause it shows how talented she is!!

“Do your Uncle a favour,” - he calls himself her uncle:’)

He won’t know the difference. The Bear would know the difference. Carmen would notice the difference... - she’s so smitten

“You liked Mikey.” - GOD DAMN

and the way she’s bold and italics!! she’s carmy but also herself oh

“I like to think ahead.”“Smart girl.” - she is!! and he respects the hustle, love that

“If Uncle Lee comes up to the bar I’m throwing a fork at him and leaping over the counter.” - OMG ITS ALL !!!

He wants to poke at you, just a little bit more - this family, man they’re certainly something

“No cops!” - though the ambulance is not coos i still agree with the sentiment

“…You a fuckin’ fed, Chip?” - JANSJEJDJ

“Oh good you—Oh my, God?” Syd is no better than a man in this moment, going from grateful for your presence to being one intrusive thought away from whistling. - LMFAOO I FORGET ABOUT THE OUTFIT EVERY TIME. also squid being gay and malfunctioning when she sees inky i love gfs

of course, means they just start smacking each other's hands. - they’re so funny sjjssj

“Can you— can you yell again—?” - AUQHEUEJEJEJR????

“It looks tight.” - he’s so cuteee but also i udnerstand chippy’s want to be seen as an object of desire ughhh

He doesn’t seem to look at you any differently than when you’re wearing a jumpsuit and utility belt, covered in toilet water. This should not be annoying and yet it is. - it is SO cute but also annoying, yes it can be both

“Just you.” - i’m gonna absolutely cry too

“What’s happening, she good?” - he’s so baby coded

“Condescending as fuck?” - tina is THAT GIRL

richie lighting up when she calls him a dad, yeah:’))))

Syd responds hesitantly for the both of them, since Fak is silently enjoying your colonel persona a little too much. “…Yes, C-Captain?” - NOT FAK????

The screaming lead EM in you melts off your shoulders, just for the second. - THEMMMMM

“I need you. T-There.” - AWWWWWW

how does this series not have all the likes and engagement in the world??? it’s the best one out there actually

Had to reset my computer EVERYTHING CRASHED GOD DOES NOT WANT THIS CHAPTER TO COME OUT TONIGHT, TOO BAD, THE ASK BINGE GOES ON

He’s so cute. They’re both so cute. They notice their absences! The (not) breathing thing is FULLY a thing I’ve done— I should’ve realized the AuDHD combo so long ago.

BOTH OF THEM THINKING THEY’RE RUINING EVERYTHING,,,, ahhhh this will transfer into everything they do out of bed, I fear. Clutch that metaphorical literal cubs bear, because it only get worse. I gotta go do my connections/Wordle tonight. I’ll gift it to myself after posting the chapter (only 4 more asks!! I think!!) I miss the teenagers in these two heads. I think they were both murdered in Zero Pulse. 

I wish I made bread. I’m trying to get into it when I move. There’s currently no bread time. But I’ll make bread time I will. Chip is part things I do part aspirations honestly. 

THE OLD SPICE!! HE CAres and also Chip loves the smell of her totally just platonic friend…. Interesting. Fruity stuff—

This guy i think so rarely gets an actual compliment on him as himself— Like absolutely no shade to Claire at all— But even she as the peace, I don’t remember her ever saying like you’re good— He get’s told he’s an excellent chef, but like. He’s never just been called good. He’s gonna need 20 antacids. 

LOVE picking out Inky’s outfits. It’s like playing the Sims. Or I could just say dress up like a normal person. Or i could say playing the sims—

I FORGOT ABOUT CHERRY FROM EDEN’S CLUB— MAN IT ALWAYS IS CHERRY ISN’T IT??? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME??? They’ll call me a genius. 

Unc/Chip have such a weird wonderful relationship to me. I think in general I’ve always pictured Chip feeling strain because he’s always pulling that ‘i gave you a million billion dollars and i’m friends with your dad DO ME A FAVOUR!!!’ but he’s also fucking Uncle Jimmy. And she loves him for that. 

The circles are circling!! Gun in the first act baby she said she’d leap over the counter— She didn’t, but she had the opportunity!!

A RESOUNDING ACAB!! But we do love Social Service workers and the FD and EMS here Richie do some google searches— But tbf I believe when an ambulance is called police still show— At least that’s been my experience but maybe that’s a Canada thing? America holler back. Speaking of hollering, Syd show some respect to your girlfriend—

Fully they did the inflatable hot dog fight in my head— It happened in the span of 2 seconds but they did that again fully somehow

I can’t comment too much on the object of desire thing other than yes but I have a lot of thoughts on the subject that I will not be sharing with the class unless explicitly requested BUT WE CAN GO WHISPER ABOUT THIS LATER (I REALLY NEED TO RESPOND TO MY DMS MAN CRHSIT SORRY EVERYONE)

Fak is into the yelling canon. Canon canon canon. I mean are we all not seeing the VERY CLEAR RIVALS TO LOVERS COME ONNN

Thank you thank you thank you— I always think my engagement is crazy and then I look at the tags and everyone elses numbers— And don’t get me wrong I don’t mind at all them being lower, tbf we’re a long ass unfinished series, but MAN SOMETIMES IM JELLY

It’s okay though, the people that are here I adore to hear from and that’s enough for me!!

LONGING YEARNING-- MY SCHEDULE DEADASS

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Headcanons | Yussif as a significant other | Romantic

This man is a cinnamon roll and wants to do everything perfectly. So when he first realises that he has fallen for you, he panics a little.

When he finds out you’re not yet married nor betrothed to anyone, his heart makes a happy little jump.

First, he takes his ministry in the synagogue into account and wonders if he should even bother you with his lifestyle. After all, it means that you would have to share him with a lot of other people needing his attention. He doesn't know how you would feel about spending long days all by yourself because he is working.

Yussif is a massive overthinker.

He asks Nicodemus for advice on how to go about it.

Nicodemus, married himself, immediately realises what is going on and encourages Yussif to approach you.

Nico even reassures Yussif that a marriage is more than possible in their position

Before Yussif does this, he constantly talks about you to others.

Shmuel and Yanni get annoyed by it at some point.

Yanni gets so fed up with it that he threatens to approach you himself to marry you if Yussif doesn’t do so soon, just so that Yussif won’t constantly gush about you anymore.

He finally gathers enough courage to head in your direction to ask you how you would feel about a marriage to him. After all, he thinks your opinion is more important than what your father wants.

This man respects women way more than many of his peers, so you’re pleasantly surprised to find out.

You accept his proposal and he sets things up with your parents as well as his own

He doesn’t tell you that he’s very well-off right away. When you eventually find out, nothing changes in the relationship and it makes him realise that you love him for who he is as a person.

Although Yussif no longer talks about you to his peers, Nicodemus doesn’t take issue and offers him plenty of advice on how to maintain a healthy marriage.

Yussif is so soft and he wants to make sure that everything is perfect for your big day. He makes sure that everything is up to your liking, even though you insist that anything would make you happy if it only means being with him.

Days before your wedding, Jesus shows up and changes everything in the course of your lives.

Whereas Yussif is hesitant, you soon realise you believe that He is the Messiah.

You’re soon invited to join Him and His followers, and you accept this offer.

When you approach Yussif to tell him about your plans, both of your hearts break into a million pieces.

The option to go through with the wedding is soon off the table. You love one another very much, but you are aware that Jesus is too significant to ignore within your radically changed life.

You tell Yussif that you’re going to pray for him, that he will also come to believe in Jesus soon. There is hope in your voice as well as the promise that you’ll marry him once he believes Jesus is the Messiah, too.

At first, it is very difficult to be apart from each other.

Yussif cries himself to sleep almost every night, thinking about the domestic life he could have been leading with you if it only hadn’t been for the Preacher.

This, in addition to many other factors, causes him to investigate. 

It leads him to run into you every so often, and every time both of you end up crying together, though maintaining your distance.

Yussif feels so close, yet so far away.

Once you become aware that he might be very close to believing in Christ, your heart delights.

Jesus knows and reassures you with kind smiles alongside the message to be patient, and that the amount of time you’ll have to wait for Yussif is nothing compared to what you will get in return.

You trust His word, so until then, you and Yussif run into each other on an occasional basis, starting over your relationship on an entirely different Foundation, whilst you keep praying for him to give his heart to Jesus before he can finally give a piece of it to you as well.

@littlelostlove

[alligaytorswamp]

hello hellooo as a kaeya and a kaveh enjoyer what do you think about kaeya & kaveh friendship 🎤 me personally i became obsessed with the idea recently idk how it's like they wormed their way into my brain

wait oh my god im so cringe for never ever thinking of that.. HMMM

i feel like they could be wonderful friends 😭😭😭like they are just genuinely respectful, nice and all? lichrally just good vibes!

maybe kaveh could think kaeya is a bit sussy, maybe kaeya made some sort of teasing comment and kaveh reacted in a strong way and i think upon seeing this kaeya would actually acknowledge that there are some topics/comments that should be avoided and that perhaps kaveh just needs a more chill buddy! so they are just nice! even if they somehow don't start out perfectly! i think they both would be very friendly regardless of their first impressions, bc kaveh is just a terribly nice guy and kaeya knows how to mingle <3

and FOR SURE either of them would suggest going drinking and that's where we get The Real Besties moment, like i'm sure they would be both delighted to get a new epic drinking buddy! and they got so much to talk about, starting with just talking about their countries, fav drinks, work, whatever have u, and they are both not into sharing Actual Personal info, which kinda makes them total equals in a way? like even if either attempts asking smth and the other is being vague, they will just Get It???? and when they more friendly (and tipsy lmfao) kaveh can complain about his roommate-hell, and kaeya def would just enjoy the tea, maybe actually (when more tipsy) chime in about some asshole roommate experience (idk maybe like memories of him and diluc being annoying kids u know) .. UGH SO CUTE

overall it's just 2 hot bitches being 2 hot bitches the energy would be unreal and teyvat would fall apart

not to make everything chaeya but-

like whatever au this is but kaveh stayed around long enough to meet childe, and their interaction prolly wasn't too long, but kaeya told him some things and there are Vibes, and also like childe is a fucking 11th harbinger-

basically. kaveh realizes that chaeya aren't really just some dudes who are mildly aware of each other, oh no there is clearly way more to it (with the way they talk/look at each other), maybe one time him and kaeya drink, childe comes around, doesn't stay but pays for their drinks and says something sort of flirty to kaeya

and kaveh is like OMFG IS HE HITTING ON YOU WAIT WHY ARE YOU OK WITH IT ???

and kaeya is just like lmao idk he's like funny 😏

and kaveh judges him. kaveh is the voice of reason who is kind of concerned for his new friend is a lil scared that there is a whole as harbinger buying them drinks like is this normal

kaeya probably thinks this is funny <3

(also here chaeya aren't dating yet, just sorta into each other, and maybe kaeya is a lil in denial and trying to play it off as if he is simply accepting these little affections from childe for funsies and there is nothing to it) (kaveh can tell there is a lot to it, and also he thinks they are both insane)

[ollieofthebeholder]

to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest): a TMA fanfic

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Chapter 17: July 2016

Tim followed Martin’s quiet instructions without question. After everything they’d been through in the last few months, but especially tonight, he felt like Martin deserved that.

The car was otherwise silent. Tim found himself glancing at the rearview mirror periodically to check on Jon and Sasha, like they’d somehow disappear from the backseat if he didn’t keep looking. Like it would turn out one or both of them had actually died during the attack, hugs notwithstanding, and that if he didn’t keep watching them they would reach their destination and they’d be gone. It was stupid, and he knew that, but it still made him feel better every time he looked up and saw them still clutching their respective tape recorders and watching the other occupants of the car intently.

At last they pulled up to a house Martin seemed to think was their destination. It didn’t seem like there was anything special about it, but Martin dragged himself up the front walk and beckoned the others to follow. He looked down at the ground for a moment—Tim wasn’t sure why—then shook his head minutely and knocked on the door instead.

Tim didn’t know why he was surprised when the door opened and exposed Melanie King, looking a little annoyed until she saw Martin and the look shifted into one of mingled surprise and worry. She skimmed the other three, then shook her head and stepped back, opening the door wider. “Get in here.”

Martin led them in. As soon as the door closed behind them, Melanie hugged him tightly, then eased back when he gave a small groan of pain. “Come on. Make yourselves comfortable. I just put the kettle on a couple minutes ago.”

Tim trailed after the group until they reached a comfortable living room. Melanie waved at an arrangement of seats before disappearing through another door; Martin followed her, and the sounds of clinking and cabinets opening came to them faintly. Jon sank slowly onto the sofa, looking after Martin, and Sasha perched on the other end of it. Tim, though, had too much restless energy and couldn’t sit still, so he paced around the living room, taking it in.

There were blank spots on the walls and shelves, like someone else had been living there and had taken things with them and nobody had bothered to fill the spaces yet. The books on the shelves were a mix of nonfiction about the paranormal, most of which Tim had read in the last few years, and horror novels, with an unexpected detour into a handful of battered classics and a beautiful but well-loved book of Hans Christian Andersen’s stories. There were a couple of odd knickknacks, a few candles scattered about, a truly gorgeous painting of a sunset over a river, and a row of framed photographs.

Tim drifted over to look at them. At one end was a picture of a little girl, maybe seven or eight, in a purple helmet and elbow- and kneepads, laughing with delight as she tried to balance on a pair of hot pink roller skates, supported by a woman with matching eyes and a slouch hat pulled low over her ears. At the other end was Melanie King, sporting a grin identical to the first picture—save that her front teeth had grown back in—and the woman’s hat as she held up a clapperboard announcing the first take of the first shot of Ghost Hunt UK, surrounded by people he vaguely recognized as being the remainder of the show’s crew.

All of the other pictures had Martin in them, too.

It was like Tim hadn’t believed they really knew each other, let alone were stepsiblings, until he saw it. But no, here was visible, tangible proof. There was a picture of the two of them in formal wear, not more than ten years old, Melanie holding a basket full of rose petals and Martin carefully balancing a white satin pillow in his hands, both looking slightly uncomfortable but delighted nonetheless. Another showed them both astride a camel, Martin’s arms locked around Melanie’s waist and Melanie clinging to the pommel of the saddle in front of her for dear life. A third showed Melanie in what looked like a pastel Victorian-style gown, draped dramatically across the stern of a rowboat with her hand pressed to the back of her forehead, while Martin, wearing a white-and-red striped coat and a flat straw hat that somehow suited him (and certainly suited him better than Melanie’s gown suited her), pulled at the oars and laughed at her. Still another showed the pair of them beaming in triumph as they displayed what closer inspection proved to be acceptance letters into their chosen study programs.

Other pictures, about a dozen in all, also featured a third person. Taller than Melanie but not quite so tall as Martin, fair-skinned and with long hair dyed black—ruddy roots showed in a couple of the photos—he seemed like he would be out of place in his tattered jeans and black leather duster, but he just looked…natural with Melanie and Martin, even in pictures where Martin dressed like a middle-aged man and Melanie dressed like a stolen car. There was a picture of the three of them rollerskating, another of them crouched around a campfire, still another of them in a park of some kind, with Melanie sitting on a sort of perch formed by the other two’s outstretched arms, her own arms looped around their shoulders—they went on and on. In all the pictures, all three of them were smiling and laughing. It was clear they were close.

Tim turned around at the sound of footsteps and saw Melanie and Martin coming back in, Martin with a mug in each hand and Melanie carrying three. She handed one to Sasha, then held one out to Tim, who accepted it automatically, then hesitated before settling down in between Sasha and Jon. Martin sat opposite them on a loveseat; Melanie lit a candle on one shelf, then joined him. For a few moments, none of them spoke.

At last, Melanie set her mug down on the coffee table, rather heavily. “So where do we start? Or do you want me to bugger off?”

“No. No, Martin…implied you know what’s going on. Better than we do, at any rate.” Jon sighed heavily. “I—I have questions, but…we should start with a full picture of what happened tonight. Statements. I guess.”

Sasha held up her tape recorder. “I’ve got this. Elias suggested I turn it on, so we’d have a record, and…well, it at least will tell you what I was up to. Then you can fill in for me.”

“We’ve got this one as well.” Jon slid his own recorder forward. “I rewound it in the car, but…”

“Oh. I didn’t think of that. You play yours first, then.”

Jon pressed PLAY. Tim listened, his heart in his throat, first to Jon’s agonized cries as Martin used a corkscrew to extract a worm, then to his friends’ panic over him. Martin’s confession to Jon caught him off-guard—not because he didn’t know most of it, but because he hadn’t expected Martin to admit it—and he guessed that was part of the reason for the look Melanie threw him. After all, she of all people had to know. He heard himself burst through the wall and lure Jon and Martin into the tunnels, and then he heard the conversation they’d had some time later—he hadn’t realized Jon had turned the recorder back on, and from the look on Jon’s face, neither had he. Mentally, he began ticking off all the questions they still needed answers for.

His breath caught when Martin and Jon emerged into the Archives to be confronted by Jane Prentiss. He wasn’t sure whether to be grateful or annoyed that the recording cut out immediately after that.

There was a split-second of silence before Melanie spoke in a carefully controlled voice. “Is that why you wanted me to meet you for lunch?”

“Well, ‘lunch.’ I didn’t figure we’d want to eat much,” Martin said softly. “But yeah.”

“Desolation?”

“Corruption.”

“Fuck.”

Tim looked back and forth between the two of them. “What are you talking about?”

Melanie rubbed a hand over her face. “My dad was a patient at Ivy Meadows. He…he was still there when it, um, burned down. They told me he died peacefully, but…” She looked at Martin.

“Tell you later,” Martin mumbled.

Sasha looked at the recorder, then at her own. “Well. This is ready.”

The first part of the tape was Jon recording that statement they’d been investigating about what the assistants had privately termed “the homophobic vase”. Melanie frowned at the recorder, then looked up at Martin and mouthed something Tim couldn’t quite catch; whatever it was, Martin simply nodded.

The others were all staring at the recorder, but Tim found himself watching Martin and Melanie. When Jon told Sasha he’d been trying to kill a spider and subsequently damaged the wall, Melanie’s nostrils flared and Martin’s lips pursed; Tim figured them both for spider-lovers. The scowl on Melanie’s face when Elias started talking wasn’t much of a surprise, after Martin’s revelation on the other tape that he’d threatened Jon the day she’d come to make her statement.

Tim was momentarily distracted by Sasha’s monologue about being in Artifact Storage, and he flinched when the other voice spoke. Martin and Melanie both sat bolt upright; when Tim looked up, he saw that Martin had gone pale behind the bandages and Melanie’s eyes were wide.

“Is that…?” she murmured.

“Can’t be,” Martin said, barely moving his lips. He neither looked nor sounded convinced.

They both seemed incredibly affected by what was on the tape, even more than the rest of them—and Tim was plenty affected by Sasha’s scream of fear—but neither spoke another word. Tim’s resolve to watch them faltered when Sasha and her mysterious benefactor ran into Elias, who seemed to believe—or pretended to believe, and Tim had good reason to suspect the latter—that Jon and Martin were both dead and tried to convince Sasha to leave them to be eaten by worms. The smack of fist on flesh was satisfying, although Elias’ roar of pain was disproportionately loud, and then Sasha and the mystery man were on their way. And then there was another spider, which even Tim could tell was stretching the bounds of credibility to call a coincidence, and then the voice spoke in a dark, cryptic tone. “Mother, may I?”

There was a thunk, a hiss, and a click as the recorder shut off, followed by a moment of silence.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d swear…” Melanie finally said.

“Yeah. Me, too.” Martin rubbed a hand over his face. Jon flinched at the rasp of bandage against bandage. “If it was, I might’ve had to kill him for that last bit.”

“Whoever it is, he’s an idiot.”

Jon took a deep, shaky breath. “Who was that?”

It took Tim a second to realize that was directed at Sasha, and evidently it took her a second, too. “You know as much as I do. He appeared out of nowhere when I was in Artifact Storage, stopped me from getting killed by…something, I can’t describe it…gave Elias a black eye, and set off the CO2 system. He had another weird pain spell or seizure or…something before we went down to the Archives and went out to get fresh air.”

“So you have no way of getting a hold of him,” Jon said. “Or any way to…did he just disappear?”

“No. He was still there when I came out.” Sasha hit the rewind button on both recorders. “He was being all…mysterious and creepy, but he said none of you were dead, and he was right about that, at least. He said he’d be back to give you a statement.”

“Did he say when?”

“No, just that it wouldn’t be tonight. Something about keeping promises?” Sasha shrugged. “The way he was talking, though, I think he knew you.”

Jon shook his head slowly. “The voice didn’t sound familiar, I—”

Melanie held out a hand to stop him, her spine stiffening and her head tilting. Tim paused, and then he heard it, too—the sound of the front door shutting with a quiet snick. Someone had just come into the house.

Martin and Melanie both rose to their feet. Tim, looking up at Martin, saw the same expression he’d had on his face when Tim had burst through the wall of the document storage room—afraid, but determined—as he put himself between the door and the rest of them. He brushed his fingers quickly against Melanie’s; she stayed firmly behind him, but raised her voice. “Who’s there?”