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[monodramatic-cannibal]

Art requests

To see if requests are open, look at the bio under the icon/title on my blog and it says there if they’re open or not. 

Requests on this blog must me utmv/utau related. I’m okay drawing utmv/utau ocs. I may also do aus that have a slight crossover with other stuff, e.g. drawing characters as pokemon or something.

I’m also slow at art, so don’t expect it right away/within a few hours. I also will mainly do doodles, but sometimes I will lineart/colour it too if I like the drawing. If I really like it I might turn it into a fully shaded drawing lol.

I also have the right to not do your request, so don’t get mad/sad about it please. This is free art, so I get to choose what I want to draw.

You can send in as many requests as you want as well, but as mentioned above I'm slow at art. So be patient with me lol.

If drawing a character of yours I’d prefer to be sent a reference. As I will not go looking for one (Unless they're in/linked on your pinned post). I will accept dms to send refs over, and I will also accept links to posts (though with links I will only accept from mutuals/people I've talked too.) If no ref is given you can describe something e.g. (insert character) but with wings or something like that. But keep in mind since no ref is given I may have creative freedom over it given your description. You can also just give me a prompt like the one said and let me do what I want. 

I won’t draw ns fw as minors follow me. I also won’t draw gore, I might draw blood but nothing crazy. 

More will be added to this as I go along. So I will always try to reblog the updated version every now and then.

Adding onto this, Link to asking/interacting with my ocs. Since I feel this can be added onto my requests. Since a lot of people are asking to interact with ocs/characters.

[rynwritesreid]

Hi love,

Could you write a post jail!Spencer x creative!reader imagine where reader is finally meeting the Bau and their families at one of their annual get togethers?

Spencer and reader start dating a few months after Spencer is released from jail and he’s been hiding it from the team because the two of them are polar opposite he’s serious and logical and readers emotional and creative he’s also slightly apprehensive because of the gap in their ages

(Sorry for the long ask🤍)

Please don’t apologise for long asks, I love them <3 🤍

Summary: After dating Spencer for five months without meeting his friends, you began to feel like he wasn't taking the relationship as seriously as you were, leading to arguments. Spencer, a logical and somewhat cynical person, was hesitant for you to meet his friends, fearing judgment. Despite not wanting to hide you, he cherished your relationship as a separate, positive world from his work.

Content: Fluff. GN! reader. Mentions of prison.

829 words

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You and Spencer had now been dating for around 5 months. You hadn’t met any of his friends yet. You thought he wasn’t taking this relationship as seriously as you were. It was causing the both of you to argue a fair amount. See, Spencer had met you at one of your art displays in a local museum. He fell in love with you, and your work the moment his eyes had landed on you. While you were smart, you just weren’t as logical as him. You didn’t view the world as black and white; you weren’t as cynical as him.

 

Spencer wasn’t trying to hide you; you weren’t his dirty little secret. He was just nervous about you meeting his friends, he didn’t want either of you to be judged by them. He wanted to be alone with you, he loved you. He viewed you as a separate world from his work, a fresh breath of air. When he came to see you after a hard case, you caused him to forget about all the terrible stuff that he had just witnessed. When he had told you about his jail experience, you hugged him tightly telling him that everything was okay now. You let him lay in-between your legs where you gave him head scratches. That’s what you were to him, the person who made the world brighter, the person who smiled whenever you saw him and the person who would do absolutely anything to make him feel better.

 

Spencer had been away on a case, he texted you that he landed safely back in Washington and that he was coming to see because he missed your beautiful face. You were just sat watching TV, when Spencer walked in. You looked at him, his eyes were tired, his hair was messy, he looked miserable, but yet he was still the most handsome man you had ever laid your eyes on. He flumped down text you, you raised your arm so he could snuggle in.

 

 

You both watched TV in silence. It was comfortable. After a while, Spencer looked you in the eye and let out a sigh. “I’m not trying to keep you a secret you knew. My team, they are my friends, they are my family. I love you, but you and I are polar opposites. You look at the world through a creative eye, while I see things in science and numbers. You are 23, and I’m in my late thirties. I don’t want them to judge me, I don’t want them to judge you.”

 

You looked at him, you knew he wasn’t trying to hurt you or keep you a secret. “I know, I know handsome. I just want to get to know them, you tell me all about them and they sound great. But I don’t want to rush you at all.”

 

Spencer let out a small smile, he knew he had found someone special in you. “I want to introduce you to them, I really do. I just don’t want to mess anything up. They mean a lot to me, and so do you.” He leaned in to give you a quick kiss, and you smiled at him.

 

“I understand,” you said softly. “But you don’t have to worry about them judging us. We’re happy together and that’s all that matters.” You brushed your hand through his hair and leaned in to give him a proper kiss.

 

Spencer smiled against your lips, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. He knew you were right, and he was ready to take the next step in their relationship. “Okay,” he whispered. “Let’s do this.”

 

The next day, Spencer took you to the BAU headquarters. He introduced you to his friends, explaining how he had met you and how you were an artist. You could see the curiosity in their eyes as they looked at you, but they were all kind and welcoming. You spent the day with them, learning about their work and sharing stories of your own. They were all so different from you, but you found that their intelligence and passion for their work was admirable.

 

You loved each and every one of them. Every one of them were pretty, handsome, and intelligent. You were kind of surprised that Spencer had even suggested going on a date with you. You didn’t care though; you just knew how truly lucky you were.

 

Once you had gone home, the team gushed about how great you were to Spencer. They had known he was seeing someone, but they didn’t want to pry. They were happy they got to meet you though. They could see how happy Spencer was when he looked at you, they could see that you deeply cared about him. They were apprehensive at first over the age gap, but when they got to know you, they saw it didn’t matter. You were perfect for him, and they were over the moon for him.

 

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„I think I want to marry you“ Steve Rogers and reader, fluff please

Hi! Thank you for this request (that was in my inbox for what feels like years😅) but I finally found some more motivation to check out all the requests:) from now on I’ll try to choose a request from my inbox at least once a week to write and post! There’s a lot but I don’t mind if you send new ones. I won’t write it chronological, I’ll just write whatever I’ll be in the mood for:)

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Proposal pie

Warnings: none?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: they say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, right?

You walked into the kitchen, in the hopes it’d be empty since you really wanted to cook something instead of ordering take out. Again.

Since you became an avenger you’ve noticed how little time you had to cook proper meals, especially when you had to go from one mission to another.

But finally you had three days off, unless there’d be a life and world threatening villain terrorizing the city.

After buying some groceries you came back to a mostly empty compound. From what FRIDAY had told you Tony was in the lab, Clint and Nat training and Steve was jogging with Bucky.

You’ve decided on a very simple dish, spaghetti with meatballs, knowing it was Steve’s favorite dish. Even though he hadn’t told you this you had noticed the ungodly amount of orders at the italian restaurant a couple blocks away, always ordering some kinds of pasta.

Maybe he’d like your dish, too, you hoped.

“FRIDAY, please turn on my playlist for good mood”, you said before getting busy with preparing the food, not even noticing when Steve and Bucky walked past the kitchen to their rooms to shower.

“God, it smells good”, Steve whispered to Bucky, peeking into the kitchen and noticing how you stirred the sauce, while still shaking your hips to the beat of the music a little bit. A smile crept onto the soldiers lips, which Bucky definitely noticed but didn’t mention. “It definitely smells good. You should go and ask her if you can have some before the rest of the team smells it”, Bucky said, patting him on the shoulder.

Steve felt himself blush before nodding and slowly walking to the kitchen, clearing his throat loudly to get your attention. But the music was too loud.

“Miss, Captain Rogers is trying to get your attention”, said FRIDAY, turning down the volume of the music, making you stop immediately, “oh god…”, you whispered while slowly turning around to face him.

That was embarrassing. Especially considering your crush on him.

“Hi Steve, how was the run?”, you asked, blushing furiously while also trying to look at least somewhat casual. “It was alright…what…what are you cooking? It smells really good”, he asked, looking past your shoulder to the pan.

A smile crept onto your lips when you saw the appetite growing in his eyes. “It’s spaghetti with meatballs…would you like some? You must be hungry after all the running?”, without waiting for his answer you turned around to give him some of the food on a plate.

When you turned back around he was already sitting at the counter with a big smile on his face. “It smells really tasty”, he chuckled, scratching his slightly damp hair from the sweat. “I hope it’ll taste as good…I have a surprise afterwards, too”, you said while placing the plate in front of him.

After he asked for you to join him too, you sat down in front of him. Then he finally tried the first bite, moaning quietly in pleasure. “Fuck, this is good. Wow”, “it sure has to be to make the captain swear”, you chuckled, eating too.

He ate quickly, without talking much, especially since he had been hungry from all the running. Homemade food definitely tasted better than ordered. It was really good. He hadn’t eaten such a good meal in a while.

When he finished eating (while you still had half of your own portion left), you got up and walked over to the already turned off oven, taking out a pie.

“Wait is that-“ “apple pie. Yeah, you’re all America, aren’t you? With the favorite pie being an apple pie?”, you chuckled while cutting two slices and then bringing them to Steve. A blush had crept onto his face at your comment. “What can i say…I could never refuse apple pie”, he laughed quietly while stabbing his fork into the slice, before wrapping his plump lips around the piece.

He inhaled loudly, closing his eyes. “This is…heaven…”, he mumbled, shaking his head slowly. “Oh my god, I had no idea you were such a good cook and baker…I want this forever.” A chuckle escaped your lips as you listened to his words, “I think I want to marry you”, at which you two blushed furiously and looked up at each other.

“Ask me to dinner first, and then a proposal”, you tried to lighten up the mood, not expecting the coming invite to dinner tonight.

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𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 - slightly dark!steve murphy x reader

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words || 𝟛𝕜

summary || in which the reader parties a little too hard, and then gets the d.e.a. at her door.

a/n || this is for @toxicanonymity's boyd-a-thon fundraiser where $10 is donated to PCRF for every (up until 30 total) fic she gets about a Boyd Holbrook character. this is the link for more information on the writing event: boyd-a-thon!! I think it's so fun: building community, getting some great content and donating to a very worthy cause. if you're interested, please check them and the fundraiser out.

➵ warnings for specific content before the divider, please heed them

➵ technically ooc to steve in the show, and is set pre-connie, when he was working DEA in Florida.

➵ not proofread

➵ comment/message if you'd have a request

warnings || smutty/slightly dark

➵ !! reader is somewhat inebriated and is coaxed into compliance to a certain extent !!

➵ !! civilian/handcuffed criminal & officer power dynamic; ergo, abuse of power !!

➵ dubcon

➵ manhandling/cloth ripping

➵ abuse of power

➵ groping

she really wasn't the typical co-ed.

especially compared to her classmates, she tried so hard to stay away from the frat boys, the sweaty, horrible sex, and the copious amounts of substances. she'd promised her parents as much, and they'd threatened to otherwise cut off their support, so, she made sure to be as prim and proper as possible.

of course, she wasn't a nun. she drank, smoked if a cig was offered, had a few bad hook-ups, but come on. compared to everyone else? she was the virgin Mary.

and she'd told her parents as much, when they'd found out about her post-lecture activities.

unfortunately, that wasn't quite enough.

she had poured out her sorrows to her boyfriend- well, situationship - mark, as he kept instructing the bartender to pour her drinks, in the small, poorly lit, but quiet, bar.

"they won't pay my tuition or rent." she pouts, "I'll have to get an job, and then I won't be able to study - and then-" he shushes her with a sloppy kiss.

"you'll be fine." he assures, and she's just drunk enough not to realize he's saying that so he can get her into his bed faster.

it works, and, by one a.m., they'd gotten back to his, had sex, and she'd passed out. he wasn't a heartless bastard, though, he makes her some breakfast the next morning, and finally, properly, listens to her woes.

"i'm just so stressed. and I dunno if they'll - well… forgive me." she groans, rubbing her temples. he sighs, looking across at her contemplatively.

"you know what you need?" he muses, "to relax. thank god spring break is coming up, we should go somewhere." he suggests, squeezing her hand.

"somewhere? mark, the only place I can afford is the local diner." she scoffs, making him laugh, rolling his eyes.

"i'll pay for you." she blinks, looking up at him curiously.

"what?" she knew he came from a pretty well-off family, but that was a pretty big gift.

"yeah, c'mon. you've been such a recluse the last 2 years, s'what your friends say. let's go to Miami beach, hmm?" he smiles, hugging her as he noses up her neck. her face flushes, going warm.

"mi-miami b-beach? are you kidding me, mark? that's not you being good to me, that's - so expensive." he laughs at her worry.

"you're worth it." that makes her smile, "gotta make my girl feel better, right? besides…" his voice quietens conspiratorially, "I wanna finally corrupt you." laughing, she swats at his hands.

"corrupt? mark!" her tone is scolding, but it does little to deter mark.

"live a little, baby." he hums into her neck.

her face grows hotter.

"whatever you say."

--

miami was one of the warmest places she'd been to. always with a thin sheet of sweat, and always with one of those gimmicky, hand-held fans, she kept a firm hand in mark's to avoid the scammers, and worse, the creeps. he laughs at her apprehension, helping her into the taxi to their hotel.

it was small, with just a simple bed, but mark assured her it's fine because they'd hardly be there anyways. she wondered what that meant.

she immediately found out what it meant, that night, when mark drags her to one of the massive parties held at the nearby clubs and at the beaches. surrounded by primarily college students, mark keeps a hand on her hips as they navigate the party. "get a drink?" he shouts over the music and chatter, and she nods, pressed against him so she doesn't get lost.

she gets something with ice, not really caring about the actual drink - just needing to cool off. mark sways to the music, holding her close, and she giggles as he tries to get her to dance with him.

"c'mon, baby, loosen up." she pouts.

"I don't wanna sweat, mark." he laughs, wiggling his eyebrows.

"that's the whole point. besides, I'll have you sweating by morning, anyways." his tone drips with innuendo, and she rolls her eyes playfully, pushing away his face. he evades, dipping his head and playfully biting her jaw, making her squeak.

"loosen up." he insists, and she giggles.

"fine."

the night went on for way too long. after one drink, she started dancing with mark. after two, they started making friends. after three, they got invited to someone's hotel room, where she's already a little woozy from the alcohol and heat.

"you wanna try something?" mark asks, leading her into the hotel bathroom, and locking the door, "scored some nice shit for us." he grins, fishing a baggie from his pocket. her eyes widen in slight horror and significant shock.

"what the hell, mark?" she mumbles, lips a little numb, but he dismisses her with a wave of his hand.

"it's fine, baby, loosen up." she looks at him indignantly.

"it's not fine, mark! isn't it really addictive? and really illegal?" she hisses, voice lowered out of worry someone outside will hear them. he rolls her eyes.

"baby, I've been on this stuff with sophomore year, and you didn't even know. s'not that addictive, and you just gotta be a little careful. that's what you got me for." he pulls her into him, both of them leaning on the sink counter. "besides… you gonna rat me out?" he jokes, making her cheeks warm.

"no…" she murmurs meekly. he kisses her cheek.

"good! then we won't get in trouble. you trust me, right baby?" his voice has just that perfect mix of pleading and reassurance, and she sighs.

"yes."

"atta girl! you're in for the night of your life."

it wasn't the night of her life, it was a whole week. every day was the same routine, late morning with a greasy breakfast to combat the hangover, afternoon at the beach, early dinner, and the trawling for a party. they'd drink, dance, and then find a bathroom to fuck in, which wasn't too different than what they did on normal weekends, but this week, she had the added intake of coke to sustain the lifestyle.

it was euphoric, and unlike any experience she'd have. a little gross, what with the snorting, but mark wasn't too bad with the aftercare. he never told her where he got his supply, and she never asked. who'd she tell, right?

at least, that's what she figured until the party they were at got raided by the d.e.a. she squeals in shock as she hears the harsh shouts of some officers, and mark is quick to press his hand tightly over her mouth, pressing a finger to his lips to motion her to shut the fuck up.

he slowly readjusts her skirt to place it back above her hips, but it's a shoddy job, and they breathe into each other's mouths as they wait in silence, hoping the locked door will be inconspicuous enough that they can't get caught.

unfortunately not.

a sharp knock on the door makes her jolt again, mind already a little fuzzy from the start of the party, and the voice that accompanies it is as intimidating as she'd imagined.

"d.e.a., open up!" they command. she goes to comply, but mark immediately pulls her back, gripping her hard enough to hurt, making her eyes widen in shock. he looks at her with eyes saying what the fuck are you thinking?! and she looks back with i'm scared. the knocks don't stop, "want me to break this damn door down?" the voice threatens, and mark grits his teeth in annoyance as he secedes, unlocking the door.

a man - built, taller than her, maybe mark's height - with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, raises an amused brow at the pair.

"look who we have here, brady." he tilts his head to call for his partner, who comes clambering back into the room, whistling in excitement.

"yeah, they'll do. c'mon, you two." he gestures mark and her to walk out, "we need to have a few words."

--

she was now sitting in the back of a cop car, handcuffed, feeling tears brimming in her eyes.

after handcuffing the two, steve and brady had flipped a coin to decide who got to interrogate the pretty little thing, and who got the dweeby boyfriend. brady's luck was really not on his side this week - even his cards had been screwing his over on his nights - and he rolled his eyes as he, rather forcefully, shoved mark in a patrol car.

steve grinned as he opened her door for her - almost like a gentleman - making sure she was nicely settled before starting the ignition.

she wasn't hurt, sure, but god, was she scared. she was always such a good girl - and she'd just gotten arrested?! halfway across the country, while on vacation?! she felt like a complete idiot, and she was starting to feel pretty bitter towards mark for even roping her into this.

her lip had quivered as she heard steve talking about his eta to the station, and she was now dejectedly tearing up at the thought of having this on her record.

she's a good girl.

that was what she was telling herself, and what steve was gleefully realizing, as he glanced back at her in the rearview mirror.

"y'ain't been caught up in this kinda stuff before, have ya?" he finally breaks the near-silence, and it makes her glance up at the little dit of his profile she can discern in the dark car.

"n-no, officer." she finally stutters out, throat dry. he notices, passing her some water.

"hot as a bitch, ain't it?" he hums, tone friendly, and it makes her soften as she gulps the liquid down.

"yeah… it is." there's another moment of silence, before she realizes they're coming to a stop. at a pretty abandoned street corner. she looks around, confused, before she sees steve turning in his seat to face her.

"why don't you an' I have a li'l chat right here, darlin'?" he proposes, and she immediately tenses in discomfort.

"wh… why not at the station?" he laughs, a little breathily.

"why would I go all the way to the station, when you can tell me what ya know right here, right now, without worrying yer pretty little head about yer record. ya do know coke abuse, now, that's a pretty serious crime, darlin'." he drawls, eyes grazing over her body. she bites her lip.

to have no real record of this? that would be amazing…

"um… okay? I guess, what - what did you wanna ask me?" she doesn't know if she can meet his eyes. it makes her core pulse.

"now, you don't look like you were the one gettin' those goodies. who was givin' 'em to ya, hmm?"

"my - uh…" she inhales sharply, unsure if she can rat out mark. she really doesn't want to; he's good to her. most of the time. "some guy at the party." it's not technically a lie, which makes steve scoff more pronounced.

"it was yer friend, darlin'. or was it boyfriend? based on that li'l bathroom debacle, seems like he's yer boyfriend." he teases.

her cheeks heat, flush obvious even though he can hardly make out her face, just from her shifting alone. why was she suddenly so shy about the label?

"it's not really like that…" and why is she trying to assure this officer that she's not taken?

"yeah, darlin', s'what I figured - after all, you're name's spillin' out of his mouth accordin' to my partner." her eyes widen in horror.

"wait, what?!"

"yeah, that's what he's sayin' - that ya went out back and then came in with a baggie." steve has to hide his smile, because he almost adores the little look on her face which tries - and fails - to conceal her conflicting emotions of betrayal, disgust and confusion. steve knows just why - mark probably isn't that type of guy. and Steve knows that, cause he just made that little tidbit up, "so, what's it gonna be, darlin'? i'd definitely have to take you in if my only talkin' witness says yer the culprit."

her eyes sting with frustration and fear, and small whimper of discomfort bubbles in her throat.

"fine, fine. it was him, he's been buying coke for most of the past few nights. but I don't know where he gets it from." she insists, deflating a little in the backseat. that causes steve to wave his hand dismissively.

"ain't gotta be worried 'bout that, darlin', he can rat out his own friends." he assures, before humming in satisfaction, "see? now, was that so hard?" his drawl is condescending, and she picks at a hangnail. "yer a good girl, darlin', ya shouldn't protect guys like that." he assures, nonchalantly tugging her fingers away from each other so she doesn't continue the fidget-y, destructive behavior. "what's he even got goin' fer ya fer ya t'wanna save his ass?" he muses, a predatory smile on his face. she thinks it looks cruel.

"he's not a bad guy, he's not some drug lord, he's just gotten too caught up in all-"

"s'he yer man?" he cuts through her timid explanations. he's asking again, with a direct purpose this time. "girl like you… he wouldn't know a damn thing 'bout handling ya." he teases, hands moving down from where he's keeping her fingers from picking at themselves, and onto her knees that poked out, bare, under her short, somewhat flowy dress. "ain't I right, darlin'? he could never treat ya right, could he?"

she stills in utterly shock, before sliding her ass back until it slammed the backrest, effectively jolting away from him. "what are you doing?!" she gasps, and it makes him grip her knees harder, pulling her towards him.

"s'okay, m'jus' talkin' ta ya, darlin'." he assures, thumbs rubbing circles into her skin to soothe her. it hardly works, and she feels a paradoxical discomfort in her throat and arousal between her legs. "answer me, then. he treat ya like ya deserve?"

her breath hitches, "I - i don't know what that means-" she admits, too flustered to even let out a coherent thought. he tuts in disappointment.

"then he's a bigger bastard than I thought. not worshippin' a girl like you…" he goes quiet, before a throaty groan leaves him. "it's a cryin', fuckin' shame." he grips her thighs so tightly that she winces, and the little noise is enough to make him go crazy. before she can process, he's out of the front seat, and climbing next to her in the back. her hands are stiff cuffed, and it allows him to move her body easily to be pressed against the opposite door, giving him plenty of room to slide in. "ya wanna have a real man, darlin'? tha's wha' it is? these fuckin' college boys should know better than to disappoint ya, huh - tryna play with the big boys with that li'l baggie you were snortin'?" his words are rough, heavy, fast and overlapping, and she's quickly overwhelmed purely by his presence. his mouth is on hers before she can stop him, but it doesn't exactly seem to him that she would have - the way her lips press back against his hungrily and her tongue flicks out curiously.

a soft moan escapes her, and he grabs the collar of the low-cut dress, ripping it straight down her middle. "oh my god-!" she tries to gasp, but his bruising kiss shuts her up as he gropes her breasts hard enough to make her whimper and squirm.

"thatta girl, wanna li'l rough lovin'?" his eyes are wild and ecstatic, looking down at her as he pants in anticipation. he slowly begins to undo his shirt, and her eyes widen as she follows the movement of his deft fingers down his button-up, greedily savoring the slivers of skin that are exposed underneath. he finally pulls it off, lean body more defined in the dim light of the back alley, shadows accentuating the curves of his biceps, as he places his hands on the door either side of her face, leaning down to mouth at her neck.

for a moment, it's romantic, and then, it's desperate. the taut skin of her neck is the meal to his starved kisses and bites, painful and arousing nibbles trailing down her neck and the newly exposed skin of her chest from where he'd ripped her dress.

"officer, wait-" he presses a hand quickly over her mouth - with the reflexes of a trained law enforcement agent - and the protest dies in her throat. she's almost grateful - she would have sounded like a right hypocrite when she inevitably moaned during her attempt at protest.

"don't ya say a word, darlin'. just stay sittin' pretty for me, hmm?" his voice is so rough that it's almost mean, but she nods obediently, letting him work his way down her body. she gasps as his tongue darts out and flicks once at the elastic of her underwear, body jittering in anticipation and needs.

"Murphy, come in." the crackle of his police radio snaps them both from their pleasure, and the both whip their heads to look at it. steve looks like he wants to murder something, blue balls making his muscles twitch. when he goes to ignore it and continue enjoying his lovely company, he has to resist the urge to shoot his partner when brady speaks again, "come in, murph, he gave us a lead on the supplier. they want us on it, now." steve thinks maybe he should finally get into that meditation bullshit.

he slams the car door shut as he gets out of the backseat, leg bouncing in annoyance and need. he lights a cigarette, before picking up the radio. "brady, I hear ya. we'll be there in 10." he clambers back into the car, slowly driving out of the alleyway, tapping on the steering wheel, antsy. realizing he's still taking her to the station, she exclaims an incredulous 'what?!'

"wait, but you said-"

"no one's gonna know about yer fuckin' drugs." he snaps, a scowl on his face. he glances at her nude body only lightly contoured with the scrappy fabric of her dress. he throws his jacket back her to cover herself up.

"then why am I coming with you?" she asks in a soft voice, more reserved and less emotional.

"you're gonna sit in my office, and wait till I get back from that bust, ya got that darlin'?" her eyes widen in shock, but the harsh look in his eyes tells her not to argue. the pulse in her core also reminds her of it.

"yes, officer." she mumbles.

"good girl."

[thatfreshi]

"Undeserving"

Hi! This was an expedited request by @mosshugs who asked that I go more into my headcanon of Astarion having ED behaviors. I want to preface this by saying I have limited experience with ED behaviors, and most of my experience and knowledge is from people I know with eating disorders, and I apologize if something I've written here doesn't feel correct for the experience.

So, BIG TW for eating disorder talk on this one.

If you'd like to have an expedited request, please check out the pinned post on my blog! (The masterlist can now be found under the tag freshimasterlist.)

When it comes to survival, it is difficult to foster nurturement, to find the strength to nourish even the smallest part of yourself. It is especially difficult for those who never had a nurturer, those who grew up without the protection of a mama bear, those who were ripped away from safety and forced into survival primarily, to find the strength to care, even if it's for themselves. While it seems like common sense, some part of you couldn’t ever fully understand the phenomena of nourishment and survival. That is, until you were faced with the conundrum head-on.

Astarion had somewhat perfected survival at this point, despite the fact that it was mostly not his choice. A more proper word choice might be endurance, the ability to persevere through torture despite your undying presence. Even now, he had endured all the way to the city, all the way to the legendary ‘Baldur’s Gate’ that you had been fighting towards for weeks. The two of you understood each other quickly, smoothly, reading each other like tea leaves. But, just like premonitions, not all of the details unfold as quickly as others. 

Your vampiric lover had been feeding on you almost every evening since you found out about his little ‘secret,’ that he didn’t quite hide as well as he thought he did. Of course, it started when you were merely aquaintances, continued on when you were friends, and then turned into something more. Now, feeding on you is a romantic ritual of sorts, a sign of trust, a moment of recluse and safety. Safety is a word that Astarion is unfamiliar with, the feeling at least. But those moments he has drank from you, he has finally started to understand what exactly it means to be safe. That is, until he suddenly stopped. 

You were waiting to face Cazador, a being who had now become one of multiple banes of your existence. Sadly, things on a wild adventure don’t necessarily schedule themselves neatly, which was making both you and Astarion jittery, anxious.

“We should rest soon you know. Plenty more villains to get around to.”

He isn’t fully listening, something you’re quite used to dealing with. 

“I know.”

He’s more exhausted these days, moreso than usual. Everyone is tired obviously, but you’re more tuned into his energy than the others.

“Have you fed recently? It’s been a while since you’ve asked me.”

“Of course. How many people have I killed just today? Plenty of blood has been going around.”

He stands in the opening of the tent, staring off into nothing while you sit on the ground.

“You and I both know you don’t stop for long enough to get enough out of any of those fools.”

“And you take me for a liar?”

Astarion’s tongue is sharp, and he finally turns to face you.

“I take you for a liar, but not usually a liar to me. Now, come, drink some.”

You’ve had plenty of banters like this, where he has been difficult with you, but the night air doesn’t sit peacefully like on those nights. He’s not staring at nothing, but at the past, the future. He doesn’t bend to your whim. 

“Really, my darling Tav, I am alright. Perhaps you should go to bed without me, I might be up for a while.”

Distant. He’s only distant when something is truly bothering him, just like he was in the beginning, just like he was when you met him on the beach.

“Astarion, why don’t you want to feed on me?”

Out of the myriad of things he doesn’t like, he doesn’t like direct confrontation from you. When it comes to safety, survival, nourishment, he likes to be elusive. He likes to hide from you, because sometimes you let him. He wasn’t allowed to hide before, when he was still living at the palace. Sometimes though, you can’t let him hide.

“Who said I don’t want to feed on you? Why, your blood is delightful! Delectable even.”

And there he goes, that slight seduction in his tone, a distraction.

“Then why haven’t you drank from me in days? Over a week at this point?”

Now comes the moment when he realizes there is no way out, that you’re onto him, that he can’t dance around it with his words any longer. He makes his way to be next to you.

“I… I’m not really sure Tav.”

A very rare occurrence, where Astarion sounds entirely clueless.

“What do you mean?”

“I, I mean I do want to. I’ve told you so many times before how much I delight at our feedings, I just-”

You give him a moment.

“I feel, wrong.”

“Wrong?”

“Wrong. Like it wouldn’t be right to feed from you.”

“Aster, I’ve told you how many times that I’m okay with you feeding on me. It’s even enjoyable at times! And besides, it’s good for you, and it strengthens our bond-”

“I don’t think any of that is what this is. And I do hear you, but this… this is different. Maybe it’s because we’re so close to confronting, him.”

Both of your faces change slightly at the thought of Cazador.

“Are you nervous? Because that seems entirely natural.”

“Well, yes. Of course I’m nervous, not that I would tell anyone else that. I think this though, is perhaps a feeling of being undeserving of something.”

“Like what?”

“Freedom, love, more than rats. I have wanted to feed on you numerous times, but I find myself being held back by this feeling of being… undeserving.”

“My dear, you are entirely deserving of feeding, especially on me.”

You move to comfort him, a light touching arm.

“I suppose it doesn’t feel that way right now. You know what I was forced to drink from before: flies, rats, other vermin. And of course, when you first offered for me to feed from you, I was so incredibly taken away by a luxury I was never given. Now though, I simply wonder if I should’ve ever had that luxury at all, or if I should have that luxury even now.”

“You are deserving though.”

“I don’t think that will fix it my love. I don’t know if anything that you say can fix this.”

One of the hardest truths of love, that your words cannot always fix their wounds. That sometimes, there are things you will never be able to heal by yourself. 

“Then… how do we fix it? How do we make you feel deserving of feeding?”

He fumbles with his hands.

“Time? Patience? I don’t honestly know darling.”

You move a hand over to his wandering ones, hoping to ground him a little.

“Maybe, now that I know, we could at least try? Even just a little?”

There’s a hint of optimism in his demeanor, something you’ve seen more of over time.

“Alright then, we can try. But that’s all I can promise, an attempt.”

And so, he moves to prepare as you lie down, a much easier way to get your life’s essence taken. It’s a little more tense than usual, which makes sense following a conversation like that. There’s a moment where his teeth pierce your skin, and a piece of time where he does feed, and then there’s a sharp pull away. He seems almost nauseous when you sit back up. You cover the rip he just made on your neck with a nearby piece of cloth.

“I’m sorry, I just… I can’t tonight. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, you tried. That’s all I said right, that we should try?”

You move back over to him and wipe at a tear, one made from an apology he never should’ve had to give. 

“Right. And maybe we can try again tomorrow?”

“Of course my love, of course.”

When the two of you lie down finally, there isn’t much said for the rest of the evening. You’ll never quite know exactly what he felt in that moment, what tasting your blood was like, how it made him ill and scared. One thing you do know is that you’ll be there again the next evening, and the evenings later, even if it takes a lifetime to repair that relationship with feeding from you. And maybe eventually, there won’t be that feeling of being undeserving anymore. Maybe one day, there will be nourishment instead of survival, but for now, you can try and make survival as nurturing as you can.

[toastymarshie]

Thinking about how Itadori and Fushiguro were probably never suppose to meet.

Feel free to disagree with my argument or chalk it up to me being a sad ass bitch, but it does feel like that.

Feel free to add to this post or send me an ask lol.

Why do I feel like this?

Well, I can’t pinpoint the exact reasons for why I feel this way, I can give some evidence to back it up. I know that JJK is a shonen and it was going to start with Itadori Yuji and end with or without him.

Ofc the most obvious one is Yuji’s death and path leading up to it.

(I will refer to the manga at this point if I will put anime screenshots if I just have them at hand)

Their first meeting

As you can see Fushiguro was impressed by Itadori’s natural strength. Even comparing him to Maki. However that was the extent he was willing to give to a random person. A very one sided interaction.

Until

This is the moment the narrative shifts for both Megumi and Yuji. Yuji carrying a curse since the beginning of their meeting (how ironic!) and Megumi is going after him. Sure it’s to retrieve Sukuna’s finger but it’s there.

For anyone who doesn’t know for some odd reason, Megumi’s name translates to Blessing hence why Toji and mama Fushiguro call him such. Yes, his name meaning is important to not only Yuji but to the major players such as Gojo.

Also we have to talk about Grandpa Itadori’s last request.

Of course we know now that Grandpa’s last words were a curse to Yuji. How this last request shapes Yuji as a person in the coming chapters. Another curse to add to the list of curses. (Do the note the rule of three)

Then we get the scene in the hospital after Yuji’s grandfather dies. (Abridged for time)

This is when the plot finally kicks in. Yuji unknowably putting his friends in danger and Megumi has to go save them and the finger. I don’t personally count this as a curse for Yuji as it’s just the direct effect of the first curse I noted. Remember that Yuji comes in when he remembers his grandpa’s words.

Then finally we get to the final curse

Ryomen Sukuna

Itadori Yuji’s last and final curse that sealed his fate. The very thing that led him to the path he’s in. Not just him but also Fushiguro Megumi. From Shibuya to the current arc (Chapter 244-245) both of them have been by each other’s side trying their best to break this curse.

Remember, Yuji was going to be executed once he ate the first finger but due to Gojo’s interference and Megumi’s own personal feelings he was given a choice.

The first chapter really set them up to meet each other regardless of the factors that scream don’t do it/don’t follow him. Especially in hindsight, you can feel the tragedy brewing before it even begins. You somewhat know the consequences in the first chapter and it only grows worse in the second.

But that what makes a good tragedy.

Fuck you Gege you one eye cat

Now I’m gonna bring up chapter 9 for a bit because it’s history is very interesting. Gege did say that if the series didn’t do well, he will leave Yuji dead. (Ofc this didn’t happen and please help me find the source of this information. I know it was stated in an interview but I couldn’t find a translated version.)

Even then, it just solidifies my feelings.

This is the ending of the story. How it’s suppose to end.

Someone said that this seemed like a confession and I have to agree. Whether it’s romantic or platonic, Fushiguro’s feelings for Itadori are real.

Hear that?

That’s me sobbing.

With the recent chapters, it seem bleak but I believe that we will see Fushiguro again.

Yuji and Megumi will meet again maybe for the last time. I’m not Gege, but I trust him not really to give them a proper ending.

[7grandmel]

Rip of the week: 26/08/2024

Welcome to 2021! They finally invented summers that hurt motherfuckers😂 only at sonicforces​.​com

Season 5 Featured on: Legends of the Western Sunset ~ The SiIvaGunner All-Star Summer Festival 2021 Collection

Ripped by Memmy (@memmy417)

If you've been keeping up with this blog, you may have noticed that my coverage tends to somewhat slant toward the more emotional, the "deep" and hard-hitting stuff on SiIvaGunner, be it with rips like i love(d) you and Ascension to Apotheosis or with the entirety of my #character archives posts. I can't hide that a lot of my appreciation for the SiIvaGunner channel is emotional, likely in large part because I'm not a ripper myself and thus can't always properly appreciate rips for their craft alone. But I do try to diversify the blog's portfolio from time to time since, well, it would frankly be inaccurate to present the channel as being nothing but feature-length epics and carefully-improvised lore. Many parts of SiIvaGunner's evolution are driven by ambition, yes - yet just a many, if not more, are driven by boredom, messing around, and just flat-out being silly with it. And perhaps no ripper embodies this better than the one responsible for Welcome to 2021! They finally invented summers that hurt motherfuckers😂 only at sonicforces​.​com and precisely two hundred and twentythree (223) other siiva rips - Memmy.

Rippers like Memmy, and rips just like the above, represent a hugely important part to SiIvaGunner's core, the one that predates even the channel itself: the spirit of SoundClown. SiIvaGunner as a channel was born through the ongoing antics and fun of a couple of teens on SoundCloud, messing around with mashups and video game music purely to make one another laugh. Despite joining the team four years after the channel's inception, it feels as if Memmy has embraced this original spirit more than anyone else, as should be immediately evident by the name of Welcome to 2021! They finally invented summers that hurt motherfuckers😂 only at sonicforces​.​com alone. The titles of her rips are always like this, just a complete stream-of-consciousness bit written without a second though, and no matter how many years pass it stays as such an evergreen reminder of the silliness that persists within SiIvaGunner - a silliness that of course bleeds into the rips themselves! And so, while I've technically covered a chunk of her rips prior back on the Raftmageddon event on April Fools, with classics like lmao and request by raftride7000 pikachu x pachirisu amv- what makes rafts rideable, I think it's high time to actually dig into a proper rip of hers.

When I say "silly" or other such terms in today's context, I'm sure a lot of you immediately start to think along the lines of "brainrot" content or ironic shitposting, along the lines of we are number one but with outdated memes over it, Mad Mew Mew Becoming Uncanny, Corridors of Vine or plenty of the rips being made currently in Season 8. But I believe that's misrepresenting the topic a bit - even things made to be conceptually stupid through their source, can be wielded with finesse and ambition for remixing projects just like high quality rips often are. Beyond the obvious example of the SiIvaGunner channel in its entirety, a more specific example would be Season 5's "Disappearance of Super Mario" event: an event born from a running joke on Twitter, spun into one of the most solid and gripping channel narratives we've seen on the channel through the ambition put into it, like with what I wrote about on Your Worst Nightmario. No, I suppose "silly" isn't quite the right word to describe rips like Welcome to 2021! They finally invented summers that hurt motherfuckers😂 only at sonicforces​.​com - but rather, that they have a sense of...playfulness? Its vibes extend all the way to the imagery you get of the ripper themselves sitting with a music file open and just messing around to see what would happen - I couldn't tell you what scenario would lead Memmy to, in 2021, combine music from 2017's Sonic Forces with Maroon 5's hit 2014 single This Summer's Gonna Hurt like a Motherfucker, other than one wherein the ripper in question was just testing things out for the pure fun of creation in of itself.

And that's really what I've been getting at with this post in general, how important that spirit is to the channel, and for the well-being of the internet in general: That spirit of completely unbothered, expectation-less creativity. One of my all-time favorite ripper replies I've gotten on this blog came from the ripper venula on Hella Pummel, wherein they described adding an additional source to the rip out of no reason other than simply because they felt it would be funny and sound good. Welcome to 2021! They finally invented summers that hurt motherfuckers😂 only at sonicforces​.​com champions that spirit loudly and proudly - the mashup between Sonic Forces music and the aforementioned hit Maroon 5 single is a complete left-field idea, but Memmy goes all-in to make sure it actually results in a genuinely fun listening experience. It's partially due to the choice of Ghost Town in particular as the backing track, giving the rip a funky, bouncy backing that perfectly complements the sound of post-Overexposed Maroon 5, but This Summer is additionally pitch-shifted (and generally seems to be in a slightly lower key?) to match Ghost Town's slightly moodier tone. The connection with Hella Pummel only grows stronger once Ghost Town reaches its chorus, adding a piece of German pop music that I swear I've heard used in shitposts before yet couldn't even begin telling you a morsel of information about. But, sure enough - it sounds good, and doesn't even override This Summer's presence on the rip, instead just adding one more layer of sound to the backing track's highest point.

As described in the beginning, rips like Welcome to 2021! They finally invented summers that hurt motherfuckers😂 only at sonicforces​.​com aren't necessarily the most complicated, most carefully woven masterpieces of our time - but I really don't want that to be construed as demeaning, or in any way negatively slanted. Because it's the rips just like Memmy's that keep the channel afloat, the rips made just out of sheer curiosity and fun at the computer, rips made to entertain the ripper just as much - if not more - than to entertain an audience. The magic at the beating heart of SiIvaGunner is the knowledge that rips come from everywhere, from all kinds of people, with all kinds of intentions - and that any rip has the capability of making someone smile. In truth, I think we all could use a little bit more playfulness in our lives, and Memmy appears all too happy to keep serving us with it for the foreseeable future.

[sachiko6243]

Tell me, my little starlight

Just imagine this man staring you down with that determination... I couldn't. He would have me folded on the ground in seconds. (sorry for my babbling)

Summary: Haldir comes home to his wife wearing something to get him riled up.

This post was made in favor for @justpostsyeet

They also had the idea of Haldir coming home to see his wife in this certain dress. (they because I didn't ask for their pronouns, because I am stupid. I opted for writing a female reader since I am a woman and the request didnt specify the gender. Also I am not good at doing M/M, forgive me. I might some day be able to do it, but now my style is somewhat limited to F/M.)

Word count: 2549

Warnings: Pure smut, not much plot, praising kink, riled up and rough Haldir, aftercare, minors DNI

It was a warm day. The evening just rolling around, sun starting to set in beautiful orange and red colors, when I decided to wear the dress, I had a tailor make. Keeping it a secret from my ever so observant husband was difficult, not to say nearly impossible. But I managed. I had the tailer hold on to it for a while, waiting for my husband to go on patrol again.

Now it was time to bring it out. It was made out of emerald green satin, Haldirs favorite color, since it reminded him of the rich color of the Lórien forest. The dress was floor length, without any straps, accentuating my breasts. A high cut reached to the top third of my left thigh. I knew the moment I made the sketch, that I would never be able to wear it in public, since it was nothing within the range of elven fashion, but it reminded me of a dress I once was gifted by an old friend of my past.

Walking around the Talan, Haldir and I shared, tidying up some books, preparing something to eat. I knew he would come home hungry, even though he always insisted it wasn’t that bad and that he could wait for the official dinner. Shaking my head, I let out a light giggle.

“What is amusing you, meleth?” Haldirs voice ripped me out of my thought. He was home. Finally.

I swirled around running towards him and jumping in his arms. “Herven!” I squealed, when he twirled us around, neck cuddled in my hair. He started to cover me in kisses, smothering my face, my neck, my half covered chest, before he stopped and held me at arm’s length to take a proper look at me. His eyes turning darker, the longer he looked. “Tell me you haven’t worn that the whole day for everyone to see!” I tilted my head. “And what if I did?” I teased. Of course, I didn’t, but making him think otherwise was just to pleasing to not do it. He let out a low growl. “You are mine! No one gets to see you like that!” His possessiveness was radiating off of him in thick, strong waves, washing a hot desire through my body. Pulling me back into his arms, he picked me up walking towards the bedroom.

“Haldir stop!” I exclaimed. “You are sweaty, dirty, and somehow stink of swamp. Get a bath before you get all of that filth into the bed!” Without a second thought he turned around heading towards the bathroom. I already set out a bath for him, knowing he would come home looking like a stray. “The only filthy thing in here is you.” He growled, setting me down on the chair next to the tub. “Making me take a bath, while looking like that.”

Laughing I leaned back in the chair, spreading my legs for him to see, I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “What a shame, isn’t it?” I moaned, watching him fighting his desire to fuck me right then and there. In no time he was riding himself from his clothes, carelessly throwing them on to the ground. He sank into the tub, facing me. The moment he was fully submerged he let out a low groan, visibly relaxing in the hot water.

When he opened his eyes, they were nearly black, from lust. “Touch yourself!” He demanded; voice hoarse.

“What?” I asked, unsure if I heard correct.

“Touch. Your. Self.” He repeated, heavily pronouncing every syllable. “If you decided to look that fucking tempting, you might as well give me a show.” Smirking he leaned back, waiting for me to start.

“I…” My voice broke under his look. Fuck. I planned to rile him up, to at least get some sort of control, but there he was, sitting in the tub, like nothing happened. The amount of power this man held, was unthinkable. “Don’t you dare get all shy on me now.” He purred. “I know you touch yourself, when I am not home. Show me how you do it. Show me how you cum, just by the thought of me.”

I blushed at his words. Slowly letting my trembling fingers wander down my body. “Good girl.” He coed. “Spread those legs.”

Uncertain of what to expect and do, I started to gently sink a finger into my hole, collecting my wetness and spreading it all over my pearl. “Tell me, my little starlight. How often do you touch yourself, when I am gone?” His low voice sending shivers down my spine and I could feel myself getting wetter by the second. His eyes trapping me in.

“Everyday.” I answered truthfully, starting to rub circles around my clit.

“And what are you thinking about, when you do?” He pressed on.

“You.” I whispered, feeling the tension rising in my body.

“Uh… uh… Describe it. I want you to tell me every little detail. And then when you are finished, I will act out everything you just said.” He murmured, voice low, eyes trained on my body. Then he snapped out of his hazy state, starting to clean himself, smirking at me biting my lip.

The whole situation was so new, so filthy I felt like I was sinning. But it felt way to good, to stop now. I wanted to cum for him, show him, how good he could make me feel without laying one single finger on me. “I think about the way you fuck me. How you are pressing me down into the sheet, taking me like I belong to you.” I bit my lip to suppress a moan.

“How am I taking you? Details, meleth.” He corrected me.

“From behind. Pressing my face in the cushions, one leg hiked up. You are going hard, kissing me, biting me.” I cried out, slowly falling for the fire in my body. Letting it spread. He hummed at my words. “What are you feeling, when I do that to you?”

“I…” A moan interrupted my speech and I had to hang my legs over the armrests to keep them from closing. “I feel good. Owned, desired, wanted.”

“Hmmm… What a good little girl you are for me.” He had his eyes closed, listening to the soft whimpers, slipping over my lips, the filthy wet sounds from my pussy. I was getting close, clenching around nothing, hissing in desperation.

“Stop!” He commanded and I froze.

“Please, Haldir. I am close. I need to cum, please!” I begged, twitching on my chair.

“No.” He smirked. “I am the only one making you cum. And since you wanted to torture me with that dress, you don’t get to cum, unless I allow you to. Show me what a good, obedient girl you can be and wait.”

“But…”

He interrupted me: “No buts. You listen to me, understood?” He ordered. Eyes squinted and waiting for my answer. Everything in me screamed to obey him, but today wasn’t that day to please him. Today was my day. “And what if I don’t?” I asked, innocently. Putting the hand back, on my core, playing with my folds. Showing off how wet I was for him.

“I warn you, bereth. There will be consequences, if you don’t.” He growled, but not making any attempt to physically stop me. I kept on pleasuring myself, while simultaneously opening my dress and bunching it around my middle. Now I was completely bare in front of him. Pussy dripping, nipples perky and wanting to be touched. “What consequences?” I breathed, letting my free hand roam around my breast, squeezing them like he did.

“Ten hits. Each side.” He whispered; his voice strained.

“Oh yes please!” I moaned, circling my clit faster, to push me over the edge of my orgasm. My breathing went rigid, legs trembling and my core convulsing around nothing. I felt my arousal run down my hole, making a mess over my fingers and on the dress. But I didn’t care. Chasing my orgasm like an alcoholic chased for the next bar.

“Meleth!” Haldir growled, but it was already to late. I came fast and hard. Head lulling back in satisfaction, legs shaking and my whole body trembling.

“Okay. That’s it.” With strong movements he got out of the tub, pulling me into a stand. Then he ripped the dress from my body, nearly ruining it. He took a seat in the chair I came in seconds ago, bending me over his lap. His erection was pressing hard and hot against my side and I let a hand wander towards it. He yanked my arms forward. “You don’t get to touch me.” He was angry. I could hear it, but it was making me squirm in anticipation. Pressing me down with one arm he said: “Count!”

A sharp pain shot through my body. “One.”

The next hit made me jolt forward. “Two.”

By the seventh hit, I felt the tears stream down my face. My ass was burning, my core aching for his touch. The tenth hit had me squirming underneath him. Soothingly he rubbed my ass cheeks. “You are doing so good for me. Why is it, that I always need to put up a harsher tone for you to listen?” I whimpered, when his fingers ran through my folds, smearing the slick over my behind. “So wet for me.” He murmured, more to himself than to me. “Sometimes I wonder, what I did, in order to deserve such a beautiful yet filthy wife. Always eager to please me, are you not?”

“Yes, Commander.” I whined, pushing my body backwards to get more of his fingers, but he pulled back. “No, no, no. I am not finished with you yet, remember? I said ten on each side. We are only half way through.”

The next slap, had me cry out in pain. “Eleven!” He had no mercy with me. Of course, he was not using his full elven strength on me, but it was surely enough to bruise my skin. I wouldn’t be able to walk or sit properly for the next few days, but who cares? It felt way to good, to call in my safe word now.

When he was finished, he let his hand rest on my backside. The heat from his fingers burning on the tortured skin. Suddenly he yanked me from his lap, throwing me over his shoulder. Without any care in the world, he tossed me on the bed, quickly following behind. Manhandling me onto my stomach. “Hands over your head!” He ordered and I followed blindly. His big hand taking both of my wrists in his, the other hand hiking up my right leg. Teasingly he let his cock run through my wetness, spreading it more. Only sinking in with the tip, before he pulled out again, leaving me wanting for more.

“Please, Haldir. I need more.” I whimpered, raising my hips to get more of him. “Beg!” He growled.

“Please. I need you, herven. Please let me have you. Fill me up. I want you to take me, please.” I begged, eliciting low moans from him. And then he thrusted into me, with one hard push, bottoming out. It had me screaming in surprise and satisfaction. I wasn’t used to his size anymore, but he didn’t give me any time to adjust, pounding into me. My cries of pain, were soon suffocated by moans of pleasure. I felt whole again, having him, towering over my smaller frame, using me to his will, while groaning at me twitching pussy.

“Fuck, meleth.” He hissed. “I missed that tight little pussy of yours. The way you take me, clenching around my cock like a sweet vixen.”

“I missed you too.” Was what I wanted to say, but all I got out where some incomprehensible moans. But somehow Haldir seemed to pick on to what I was saying, because I felt his lips kissing my neck. “I know, little starlight. I know.” His voice was strained, barely sounding human, making me twitch. He grinned at my skin. “You are perfect for me. My perfect, little wife. Mine to please. Mine to protect. All mine.”

The words he said, made my body call out for him. The knot in my stomach tightening. My release was rushing towards me like a hawk dropped for its prey. “Haldir!” I whined. “I am close. Let me cum. Please.”

“You want to cum around my cock? Make a mess on me?” He asked, lips directly next to my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“Yes!” I mewled.

“Have you been a good girl?” He inquired. “Do you think you deserve to cum, after all you did to me today?”

“Please, I am sorry.” I apologized.

“Yeah, you should be. What do you think you, wearing that beautiful dress of yours, when I come home from patrol, did to me? The way you tried to take away control, like a brat? Do you believe that’s what good girls do?” He murmured. Teasing me, but never slowing down. I shook my head, biting back the orgasm approaching me.

“No, it is not. It is something bad girls do.” He agreed. My orgasm was so close, that I could help myself but, scream his name. “Haldir, please. I need…” But I wasn’t able to finish. “Cum!” He ordered, pressing my face in the cushions, to cease my cry. My body was violently shaking, trembling under him. He never once slowed down, thrusting into me in search for his own release. The brutal way he set, way my sore pussy twitching around him and my desperate attempt to wriggle out of his hold, made him cum.

I could feel the thick ropes of cum, oozing into me. He slowed his movements, once again kissing my skin. “You did so well, so, so good for me. Thank you, meleth.” He whispered, letting go of my arms and pulling out. Then he turned us around, tucking me under his chin. His long fingers stroking my skin, easing the soreness away, that started to spread. “I love you. So much, you hear me?”

I nodded, not in a position to say anything. “You are safe with me. I will always protect you.” He went on whispering sweet nothings into my ear. I could feel his seeds starting to drip out of my core, involuntary moving to get the sticky feeling to stop. He picked on to my unease, rolling me onto my back. “Lets get you cleaned up, shall we?” With that he got up from the bed, trotting towards the bathroom, returning minutes later with a wet cloth.

I hissed at the cold feeling, but I let him clean the slick and cum from my legs, my butt and finally my core. His touches were careful and loving, sending me into a sleepy state. Then he was gone again. I felt the bed dip under his weight moments later, instinctively cuddling to his side. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a warm embrace, covering us with the blanket. “Sleep, my starlight. I will wake you when its time for dinner.” Was the last thing I could make out, before I drifted in a deep slumber.

How I imagine Haldir would look at his loved one. No big facial expression, just this mans eyes... :)

[wyn0rrific]

Vitus Lore Masterpost Thingy

i've finally decided to make a singular post dedicated to all the lore i have for (one of) my space marine oc Vitus!

Adding all the info under the cut since it's lengthy but I do hope yall enjoy reading about my lil guy!

Gen. Info:

Name: Vitus

Pronouns/Gender: He/She (Bigender)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Height: 6'11"

Affiliation: Loyalist Emperor's Children Apothecary (Pre-Heresy)

Early Childhood/Pre Great Crusade

Vitus was born on Chemos, several (Teran) years after Fulgrim's discovery. He was born with a hearing impairment that left him unable to speak properly, teaching himself how to read/write as his parents neglected him due to the constant work-to-survive cycle. Vitus and Fulgrim eventually meet after many instances of Vitus watching him from afar, amazed by Fulgrim's inhuman growth/adaptability. The interaction was awkward at first as the two couldn't understand each other. Eventually, Fulgrim understood Vitus' impairment, offering to learn/teach Vitus proper sign language as she only knew her own made up signs. Vitus was taught different forms of texts/cultures from Fulgrim, while they both learned Chemosian sign language (They essentially developed it themselves). The arrival of the Emperor overwhelmed Vitus, shocked by Fulgrim's reaction and the reveal of his status as a primarch. He begged him to bring Vitus back to Terra, exclaiming her interest in staying by his side and wanting to help the Imperium. Fulgrim eventually agrees, bringing Vitus with him, starting both of their paths in the Emperor's Children Legion.

Great Crusade Era

Vitus eventually ranks up to becoming one of the legion's apothecaries. He worked passively, spending more time in the flagship's apothecarium as requested by Fulgrim as he was worried for Vitus' safety. Within leaving Chemos and becoming an apothecary, Vitus was given hearing aids built by techmarines. This allowed Vitus to hear (somewhat) properly. However, this caused higher frequencies to sound 10x louder than normal, resulting in overstimulating him. Even with the aids, Vitus remained mute. Vitus being mainly in the apothecarium allowed him to get closer to Chief Apothecary Fabius Bile. She admired Bile, wishing to know just as much as he did while not understanding his evil intentions. During the early days of the legion, Fulgrim joked Vitus being Bile's "mini-me" as the two were seen together often/acted the same. Because of the similarities, most of the astartes stayed away from Vitus, refusing to acknowledge his impairment. Out of the entire legion, only Fulgrim, Fabius, and the Brotherhood of the Phoenix understood Vitus' signs (some were taught high gothic sign as well).

Horus Heresy Era

After the crusade on planet Murder, Vitus was sent back to Chemos to assist with the recruitment of astartes. During his absence she missed key events such as the Laer expedition and Isstvan III, dodging the fall to Slaanesh most of his brothers faced. He eventuality returns to the 28th expedition as requested by Fulgrim. He was invited by the primarch to view the opening of the La Fenice. Once arriving back, Vitus noticed many changes within the legion. Things felt... off. One of the main giveaways of the legion's corruption was the way Fulgrim treated him, being overly touchy (more than usual) and forgetting that Vitus was unable to speak. He chooses to ignore these changes, noting to speak to the primarch privately on these matters at a later time (which never comes). During the Maraviglia performance, Vitus' hearing device began to malfunction, forcing him to leave the performance hall in search of a tech marine. This results in him missing the entire performance, another bullet dodged.

The Dropsite Massacre slowly approaches, Vitus being confused by the event but not allowing his suspicions to grow as he trusted Fulgrim greatly. Isstvan V opened Vitus' eyes to the horrors of his own legion and the man he once loved/admired. He witnessed Fulgrim slaughter his own brother Ferrus Manus, frozen in horror as his entire existence flashed before his eyes. In response, Vitus attempts to flee the planet, severely overwhelmed/numbed by the battle. He runs into loyalist astartes, begging them to take her with them. Many were reluctant as Vitus beared the armor of the now traitor legion, but was taken as prisoner for questioning. Originally being sentenced to death for being a heretic, Vitus retaliated, exclaiming he'd fight for the Imperium until death as he stole a blade from a nearby astartes. He gouged out one of his eyes, attempting to mutilate himself more until he was stopped. After being probed by a Librarian Vitus is eventually kept alive.

Post Heresy/Current

Vitus' current status is unknown (at least to the public). He does everything he can to stay incognito, dyeing/cutting his hair, self mutilation, etc. Many say he is now dead/self-exiled, while other rumors speak of him serving as the Chief Apothecary of the Imperial Fist chapter, Sons of the Phoenix. He now has a deep hatred for the Emperor's Children, though he doesn't hate Fulgrim. Some say he is actively seeking out the primarch, in hopes that he's still out there alive and healthy.

[feliciadraws]

*SPOILERS FOR FINAL FANTASY XIV*

I had to split my recap of the last part of Through the Maelstrom into chunks because Tumblr wasn't letting me save larger posts or something...? Truly a functional website, Tumblr pls🙄 With Leviathan defeated and turned back into aether mush, Limsa Lominsa was free from the big watery snek boi's watery wrath, and the Warrior of Light and the Scions headed back to Limsa to speak with Merlwyb. Yugiri, still looking to pay back the Scions for how they had helped her and her people after having to flee from Doma, suggested she could offer her services by way of teaching martial arts in Eorzea, with Thancred making mention of a secret organisation which may or may not be a thief's guild right there in Limsa Lominsa, to which Y'shtola made mention of Thancred's...rather interesting past; Thancred used to be a petty crook on the streets of Limsa, and if it weren't for a chance encounter with none other than Louisoix, he never would have received a proper education or even joined the Scions, and he likely would never have left a life of petty thievery.

Also his reaction when Y'stola mentioned his criminal past was hilarious, like he was all like "YOU JEST!" and momentarily morphed into a human version of the monkey puppet meme, like that was freaking SENDING ME ANYWAYS- It was later that Merlwyb requested Y'shtola met her in private, and the two had a little heart-to-heart about the conflict;

The two came to a minor conflict over their viewpoints, namely their views regarding the conflict between the Eorzeans and the beast tribes and their summoning of primals- Y'shtola spoke of the Sahagin acting in self preservation, and in a way offered her sympathy towards the beast tribes, reasoning that they have every right to live and thrive as Eorzea's people, while Merlwyb took a harsher viewpoint, stating her desire to put her own people first and defend them no matter the cost, even if that means killing the beast men, adopting a kind of 'survival of the fittest' mindset (or that's what my reading of this was telling me) in her justification of it.

Yugiri, hidden in a corner a little way away from Merlwyb and Y'shtola, overheard their conversation, and reasoned, perhaps with a dash of melancholy, that maybe the Domans and the Garleans weren't so different after all, herself having seen and been involved with a great amount of the kind of bloody conflict which involved the kind of killing so that one's own people must survive, just like Merlwyb was saying. Later, Yugiri met up with the 'secret fraternity' (which may or may not be a rogue's guild) in Limsa and made good on her offer to teach her martial arts skills to the locals as payment for the Scions allowing her and the Domans to see asylum in Eorzea. I do hope we get to see more of Yugiri, because holy frick she is so FREAKING COOL.

Later after that, the WoL headed back to the Rising Stones to speak with Minfilia, who herself had come to some...rather chilling realisations; while the Scions were fighting the Sahagin while they were summoning Leviathan, the Sahagin priest was actually using the Echo while he was doing so, and not only that, but after Merlwyb gunned gunned him down, his consciousness, his soul if you will, left his dead body, which seemed to dissolve into aether, and then went on to possess one of his minions, who then seemed to turn into the Sahagin priest himself...very much in a similar way to how Ascians possess human bodies. Not even Minfilia herself knew such a thing could be done using the Echo, but recognised it as the kind of 'immortality' that the Ascian emissary Elidibus spoke of. But there was a somewhat hopeful takeaway from this; even though he had technically been made immortal through this, the Sahagin priest was still able to be absorbed into Leviathan, and it was this that gave Minfilia the hope that despite their immortal nature, the Ascians can somehow be destroyed. It was then she thought of a fairy tale she had heard, about souls being reborn upon the cusp of each 'Calamity' event (hmmmm, interesting that this also implies that there has been more than one Calamity in the past...), leading her to think that this legend/fairy tale could actually be describing the Echo, and that the Echo might actually be the key to defeating the Ascians once and for all. Minfilia stated she would be seeking Urianger's help on this matter, but no sooner after she said she would, Urianger himself ran into the Solar, with grave news; the Students of Baldesion, who he had been trying to contact, had been wiped out, the isle where they were based, the Isle of Val, having been destroyed by an aetheric power...similar in power to Ultima. As in the magical nuke spell Ultima. Holy FRICK. Just as Urianger had dropped that chilling bombshell, there was an abrupt switch to a meeting of the Syndicate in Ul'Dah, which seemed to have little to do with what anyone in the previous scene was talking about...or so we thought;

After the meeting was adjourned and everyone had left, one stayed behind- the lalafell Teledji Adeledji, the one of the Syndicate members who seemed sympathetic to the plight of the Doman refugees, stayed behind until dark, and as he sat in darkness, he was approached by his aide, who said, rather ominously, "it is done, my lord." DONE?! WHAT IS DONE?! It got more ominous still; the aide questioned the purposes of Teledji's orders, and the lalafell gave only a single word in reply; "revolution." Wait...orders? What orders?! WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?! Oh...you don't think he did what I think he did...? Is Teledji a bad guy?

- Wow, that was a freaking RIDE. I really do hope we see more of Yugiri, she is so cool. Also, what was interesting is that Yugiri, although seemingly unfamiliar with the concept of primals, made mention of beings worshipped as deities in her former home of the Far East...hmmmm! Also of all the people who could be a surprise antagonist, I was not expecting it to be Teledji, especially after he had seeminly been sympathetic to the Yugiri's plight. IF he is one, that is. But it seems very clear that the game is setting him up as a villain, especially given how it cut to his ominous utterance of 'revolution' after Urianger gave the news that something akin to Ultima wiped out the Students of Baldesion.

Also, bonus monkey puppet Thancred;

[killed-by-choice]

“Isabel Roe,” 22 (USA 1981)

While the CDC Abortion Surveillance Annual Summary for 1981 was far from comprehensive due to a voluntary reporting system and missing data, it did include a case report of a woman who died from legal abortion.

“Isabel” (a name later given by a researcher) was a young and perfectly healthy Black woman. She was brought by her mother to an abortionist’s office and was estimated to be 12 weeks pregnant.

The CDC report contained the abortionist’s account of the horrifying events leading up to Isabel’s painful death. The unnamed abortionist described Isabel as “uncooperative” when he was operating on her. This indicates that she was not anesthetized properly and raises the disturbing question of whether or not she even wanted to be there. He said she and her mother requested further medication and that Isabel “began to buck and began severe violent gyrating movements.”

The abortionist claimed that by this point he suspected he had perforated Isabel’s uterus and suggested having the abortion completed in a hospital, but that Isabel and her mother refused. He claimed that after the abortion, he kept Isabel for three hours and that he sent her home because her vitals were stable. (Given how badly Isabel was already injured, it is strange that adequate post-op monitoring would have detected nothing.)

After Isabel was sent home, the abortionist claimed to have called her mother repeatedly to check on her. He told the CDC that Isabel’s mother said she was comfortable and resting well, but that Isabel did not return for a follow-up appointment that he set.

He did, however, admit that only four days after the abortion, Isabel’s mother called him at 4:00 in the morning. She was very concerned about her daughter and said Isabel didn’t look well. According to his own report, he did not immediately call an ambulance despite allegedly recommending hospitalization four days earlier. He instead went to where Isabel was himself.

According to his testimony, Isabel was lethargic but responsive and able to sit up. An ambulance was finally called. On the way to the hospital, Isabel became unresponsive and was declared dead on arrival. No autopsy was performed.

Isabel’s cause of death was listed as uterine perforation, intra-abdominal hemorrhage and peritonitis, all caused by the abortion. It was also highly suspected that Isabel was not 12 weeks pregnant like the abortionist said. She was probably much farther along, meaning that she was likely not given a proper pre-op examination and ultrasound.

The CDC attributed the death to the possiblity that Isabel was more than 12 weeks pregnant, the lack of hospitalization until it was too late, and the abortionist continuing the procedure in his office despite the client's lack of cooperation. It is unknown if anyone from the CDC ever spoke to the hospital or Isabel’s mother to confirm the events the abortionist described.

Parts of the abortionist’s account are somewhat suspicious. As mentioned earlier, if Isabel was “bucking and gyrating,” and she and her mother asked for more medication, wouldn’t that indicate inadequate anesthesia? And if the anesthesia was inadequate and the baby likely older than 12 weeks, what other inadequacies might there have been? It also seems strange that someone who suspected a perforated uterus would fail to immediately call an ambulance, unless he was trying to avoid drawing attention to what he had done or if he simply didn’t notice in the first place. And when Isabel’s mother called at 4 A.M. out of concern for her daughter, why would someone who previously suspected life-threatening internal injury make the patient wait for him to drive there himself instead of telling her mother to immediately call an ambulance?

There was also the fact that Isabel was not given an autopsy. When someone who was healthy less than a week before her death suddenly dies on the way to the hospital, an autopsy is almost always performed. It is unknown why this was not the case for Isabel or if her killer ever held accountable.

Sadly, the most unusual thing about Isabel’s death from “safe and legal” abortion is that it was actually counted, reported and included by the CDC in their abortion statistics.

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Sick of It

Prompt from @chestcongestion  "The siblings and their partners had just purchased their property and were trying to get moved in, only for JB, Theo, and Padma to start coming down with something while the property didn't have proper heating.“

Sick ones (as requested): Theo (primarily), kinda JB and Padma

Caregivers: Audra (primarily), kinda everyone. 

Inspiration: This post about drunk sneezes and this post about being happy-drunk. 

This takes place just before the Tenbusch family builds their homestead, so later-ish in the timeline, about 5 years before what I'd consider "present day". Thalia and Padma, age 25 here, are not even in their "official" relationship quite yet. (They have been FWB on and off since college.) Theo and Audra are 30, getting settled in their professor roles and looking to get tenure, and JB and Thad will soon be starting their own consulting firm. This is a fun and exciting period, but also a very stressful one for everyone. They try to make the best of it as always. 

CW: Drinking, being drunk, and hangover descriptions. Emeto-adjacent, but doesn't actually happen. 

"Ready?" Audra whispered to Theo as they approached the door of the restaurant, a teasing smile on her lips.

"Ready as I'm gonna be," he laughed, wrapping his arm tighter around her for a quick hug. "I've heard they're determined to get me drunk, so my glass is never leaving my hand." 

"Good idea. I'll help you guard it. I refuse to let you be hungover tomorrow. That would ruin everything." The pair paused at the threshold, looking back toward the others.

~~~

"Ready?" Thad asked JB as the taller man unfolded himself from the passenger side of the car. "I'm sure you're dreading this. But I really appreciate you coming."

JB rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "I'm an introvert, not a vampire, Thad. I'm not afraid of bars and groups of people. Honestly, I'm somewhat looking forward to this. We haven't gone out for drinks in forever. And I'd never miss your brother's birthday party."

"Birthday party part one," Thad reminded him, locking the car.

"Oh trust me, there's no way I could forget," JB sighed, checking to make sure the ladies were right behind them.

~~~

"Ready?" Thalia asked Padma, squeezing her hand as her eyes danced with excitement.

"I hope so," Padma said serenely, though Thalia thought she saw a flicker of anxiety deep in her eyes. "I am sure we will have fun. It will be a great weekend."

"Especially because you're here," Thalia murmured, bumping her shoulder against Padma's."I still can't believe you agreed to all of this."

"I'm so glad you invited me! I am happy to be here for your brother's birthday with your family. It is all very special for me." 

"Oh it'll be special all right," Thalia laughed. "Just wait and see."

~~~

The six converged in the entryway, removing their coats and giving each other a final once-over. They made a fine set, dressed as they were in all shades of the rainbow: Thalia in a slinky red cocktail dress, Padma in a flattering little black dress, Thad in a classic olive jacket and khakis, JB looking sharp in a camel suede sport coat and a cream turtleneck, Audra in stunning emerald, and Theo in a navy suit with a pink shirt.

"Thanks for coming along, gang," Theo said. "It'll be nice to have some familiar faces around. Stuff like this is so not in my wheelhouse." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. 

"We know, Theo–" Thad laughed.

"It's not in most of our wheelhouses," JB interjected. 

 "--But you only turn thirty once, little brother," Thad continued, "and we're going to make sure you make the most of it."

"So I've been told," said Theo. 

"Stop stalling and let's go," Thalia called. "While the night's still young."

"Okay," Theo sighed. "Here we go." Squaring his shoulders, he pushed open the restaurant door.

"Happy Birthday, Theo!!" called a chorus of voices. Directly to the left inside the door was a banquet room that had been rented out for the occasion, and inside were dozens of Theo's fellow professors, not only from his department but also from several others. 

"Thank you… thank you all very much," Theo laughed, leading the way in with his family trailing behind. Theo began making introductions, shaking hands, and accepting well wishes immediately. His birthday weekend had officially begun.

~~~

Drinks flowed and time flew by. The bar restaurant served amazing food, the servers never let a glass go empty, and everyone enjoyed the company. There were seats for all the attendees at the huge table that occupied the room, with the Tenbusch family situated at the head. However, no one really stayed seated and there was much milling about the room. Theo, one of the youngest professors at the university, was very much a favorite, and no one let him have a moment's peace, calling him here and there to take part in every conversation in the room. 

It wasn't until just before the cake was served that he got to sit down for a breather. He flopped down into Thad's empty chair beside JB, immediately removing his jacket and rolling up his shirtsleeves. Thalia's empty chair was on his other side, with Padma in the chair beside that. The rest of the family was elsewhere. His attire adjusted, Theo had barely taken a swallow of his drink when the chair beside him was suddenly occupied, but not by Thalia. 

"Loogk at this, I found a seat by the guest of honor! Habby birthday, young mban!"

Theo turned with some trepidation, but summoned a warm smile. "Duane. Glad you could make it. I heard you were out sick yesterday."

"Oh, God, yes, and today, too. Caught sumb godawful bug and was hagcking ubp a lu'g. Cand't lecture whed you cand't breathe. But I'm doi'g bedder than I was. And I would ndever mbiss your party!"

Before Theo could reply, a group of servers arrived with much ado, singing loudly and carrying a huge birthday cake, topped with lit sparklers. The party goers joined in the happy birthday chorus as the cake was placed in front of the young professor, and he smiled and flushed appropriately. He made a good show of trying to blow out the candles as everyone laughed before the servers took pity on him and dunked them in a bowl of water, then took the cake away to be cut. 

They had hardly cleared the door when from beside Theo a staggered, gasping breath was heard: 

“hEHH-! hH’EHHSSHH’ooo! ESSHHH’ooo! ITZSSHH’uhhh-!”

It was the wettest, most spraying sneezing fit Theo had ever heard, and his stomach plummeted. He was quite sure he'd felt some spray mist his cheek, and he scrubbed it against his shoulder awkwardly. JB and Padma also moved, Padma to swipe at her arm and JB to wipe his hand on his pants, both shifting away from the sick man in their midst.

"... Bless you!" Theo said, ever the gentleman. "That was… big."

"God, sorry! Thadt jusdt came oudt of nowhere. I thingk it was the smoke from those ca'dles. Yeesh, ndow I ndeed to go find a tissue. Excuse mbe…." The older man darted away in embarrassment, but the damage was done. Theo, Padma, and JB exchanged looks, unable to believe that had really just happened. 

Thalia breezed in at that moment, flopping into her seat just as Theo had done, then knocked back her drink as she flipped the hair away from her forehead. 

"Whew, it is WARM in here! I think I need something frozen to drink next. But why are y'all sitting over here being antisocial?"

"We're waiting for them to cut the cake," Theo said. "Gimme a break, Lee, this is the first time I've sat down all night." 

"I guess I'll allow it. What's your excuse?" she asked, craning her neck to look at JB. 

"I guess I don't have one," he laughed. "You and Thad haven't been by to socialize me in a while."

"I see, blame it on me. Well that just means you get to be our bodyguard when we go get more drinks and listen to the band, then. C'mon, both of you."

She gently took Padma's arm and gave JB a pointed look. He stood willingly enough and let himself be led to the bar, giving Theo a smile and a shrug. Theo watched them go with a smile of his own, overwhelmed with fondness for his people. 

He felt a kiss on the top of his head a moment later, then Audra slid into JB's vacant chair. 

"I'm glad to see you smiling," she said. "You must be enjoying yourself."

"I certainly am. I appreciate everyone going to all the effort to do this. They're being very kind."

Audra raised an eyebrow. "That sounds to me like polite BS. Are you having fun or not?"

Theo shrugged. "This isn't personally my idea of fun, as you know. But I'm not having a bad time. It's enjoyable enough."

"But you can't wait to get home to the peace and quiet," Audra finished for him.

"I won't deny that," he laughed, but the laugh slowly faded into a frown. "Though it's nice to be too warm instead of too cold for a while."

"Tell me about it," she sighed. Then she gave him a look, swatting his arm. "But hey, no pouting allowed on your birthday weekend. I can see you're already getting worked up about it. Don't let our cold house ruin your night when we're not even there right now."

Theo's frown deepened for a brief moment, then faded. "You're right. As usual. No point in thinking about it. No negativity tonight." 

They shared a small smile just as the servers returned, bearing slices of cake on little plates. Theo and Audra were served first, and each took a forkful right away, tapping them together in a little "cheers" before happily digging in.

~~~

The Tenbusch siblings were new landowners as of the prior Thanksgiving weekend, almost exactly three months ago. Thad and Theo were the primary cosigners, but they had big plans for the land, and the plans involved all three siblings and their partners. Their new property was mostly undeveloped forest, and that was the way they intended to leave it. However, they had no desire to “rough it”, either. As soon as the frost broke, construction would start on their big, beautiful house. Their dream home. The plans were drawn, the loans were approved, the contractors were hired, and the land was cleared. They were all but chomping at the bit for spring, the true start of their new lives. 

Of course, this had not been a cheap endeavor, and Theo regularly had nightmares about how much debt they were holding. It had taken all of their cumulative resources and then some to afford the down payment plus the construction loan, and with the monthly payments there was no extra money for a lease in the professors' budget. Luckily, even before their dream home was built, the property was able to house them. Other than forest, the property held one important feature: a massive, old, Victorian home.

The huge structure had been the primary residence of the previous owner of the property, and he had (somewhat) modernized it. The big appliances were all at least ten years old, the roof and siding needed updating, and the insulation was lacking, at best. However, the plumbing and electricity were solid and the bones of the house were perfect. Per several inspectors, there was no reason why people couldn't continue to live there after it had been cleaned out and sanitized, so that’s exactly what the professors decided (were forced, really) to do. 

There was one huge drawback to the old house, though, that Theo had complained about all winter long: it didn't have central heat, and was instead heated via a coal stove in the center of the house. The coal stove was a decent, modern unit, but it was nowhere near big enough to heat the house adequately, especially coupled with the poor insulation. The three important rooms on the main floor (dining room, kitchen, and living room) and some of the second floor bedrooms stayed at a livable temperature for the most part, but the rest of the house had to be kept at least twenty degrees cooler. To save on coal, even the main rooms were kept five to ten degrees cooler than Theo would have preferred, and he was sick of all of it. 

He complained every time he had to fill the stove. He complained every time he crawled into bed between cold sheets. He complained every time he had to go to the unheated parts of the house. He complained about having to wear an extra layer all the time. Audra was fed up with him and told him as much time and again. They had more than one fight about the situation, which always ended in Theo crawling back to her, sheepishly apologizing. He knew he was being an ass. He was really an easygoing person overall, but being cold was one thing he didn't tolerate well, and he had been cold since October. He did his best to keep his attitude in check these days, but the situation was wearing him down. 

His birthday weekend was a welcome distraction. His wife and siblings planned to go all-out, hosting a big house party in "the Lodge" as they'd taken to calling the Victorian, inviting all their college friends and local friends and any family in the area. It was going to be an all-night murder mystery party, and the booze would be flowing liberally. Best of all, Thad, JB, and Thalia, plus Thalia's guest, were coming to stay at the Lodge with them for the weekend. With the other siblings still finishing out leases in other parts of the country, the big house felt bigger and lonelier when it was just Theo and Audra rattling around inside. A house full of company, even for a few days, would be wonderful. 

For that reason, pulling up to the Lodge after the office party ended late that Friday night didn't depress Theo like it usually did, because two more cars pulled up behind him, and he was soon surrounded by the people he loved most in the world. The moon was bright and the snow was deep and crisp. They hadn't gotten any fresh snow in a few days, so everything was cleared and plowed, but the heavy, white carpet over everything made the air fresh and still. They had all been in and out of the house throughout the day, dropping off bags as flights arrived and changing into their evening wear. Rooms were already chosen and tours had already been given, so all that was left to do was settle in and relax. Their breath gathered around them in a cloud as they made their way inside as one, the faint smell of alcohol lingering. No one was drunk, but they were all buzzed and warm, and all was right with the world. 

Once inside the door they all scattered, hanging up coats and kicking off uncomfortable shoes. Theo ran upstairs to change immediately. Once he was in casual clothes, he began to tend to the stove, shaking it down and filling it with more coal, being sure not to grumble. The others changed into various forms of pajamas as well. Since it wasn't long until midnight, it was proposed to make a round of hot chocolate before bed so they could toast to Theo at 12:00 when his official birthday began. There was a flurry of activity as this plan was executed, but enough mugs were located, everyone was gathered together, and the drinks poured with only minimal spillage just as the mantle clock began to chime the hour. 

"Happy birthday, Theo!" they all chorused. 

"Thanks, you guys," Theo grinned. "It's been a great birthday already."

"Here's hoping he best is yet to come," Audra said, wrapping her arm around his waist and giving him a squeeze. "For your birthday weekend and for your life."

"We're wishing you nothing but health and success and happiness. Your future is bright," JB said in his quiet, earnest way. 

"To plenty more nights you'll never forget and mornings you wish you could forget," Thalia teased. 

"The thirties are way better than the twenties, I can tell you that from experience. So enjoy, little brother. May you always savor good wine, good company, and good memories," Thad said, lifting his mug. "To Theo."

"To Theo!" everyone repeated, tapping their mugs together. 

"To Theo," Padma said clearly. All eyes turned to her at the unexpected interjection. "I have only just met you today, but I can already see you are a good and kind person with a bright spirit. I am so glad to be here for your birthday."

Teary-eyed, Theo swiped away moisture from behind his glasses, but his smile never wavered. "Thank you all. I really am surrounded by the best people. I'm so thankful for all of you."

Thalia interrupted the round of smiles that followed in her usual, brusque way. "Okay, okay, no more mushy stuff, or else Theo will really get going. So… what are we doing next?"

"Theo's birthday. Theo's choice," said Thad. 

Everyone looked at the man of the hour expectantly. 

Theo rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. “Well… I don't want to be boring but… I was planning to head to bed after I finished my drink. I'm beat. And tomorrow is going to be another long day."

“You are looking a little peaky,” Audra agreed, kissing the top of his head. “You probably should go to bed. I know today was a lot of people-ing for you. And there will be even more tomorrow.” 

“Exactly,” Theo sighed. “Sorry, guys.”

Once more, Padma spoke up before anyone else: "I am also very tired. It has been a long day of traveling for me. I think I would go to bed, also."

“We’ll call it for tonight, then,” Thad said. “We’ll have plenty more shenanigans tomorrow.” 

The cocoa party broke up shortly thereafter, and everyone started to go their separate ways for their evening routines. Before turning in, Theo checked the stove one last time to ensure it would go through the night. For once, he smiled to himself as he made sure the old house would stay warm, because for the first time since they had moved in, the Lodge was warm in other ways. For the first time, it felt like a home. 

~~~

The house was a flurry of activity beginning surprisingly early the next day, considering the previous late night. Audra, Thad, and Thalia had been working overtime planning Theo’s birthday bash, and they each had a lengthy to-do list for the day. However, they made sure the guest of honor had a wonderful breakfast waiting when he awoke, and the family enjoyed a delicious meal of pecan butterscotch pancakes and bacon before scattering to their assigned tasks. 

At first Theo, JB, and Padma tried to make themselves useful, but their partners quickly exhausted the list of easy tasks they could help with, so the three of them found themselves aimlessly wandering around the house before noon. Exasperated, the party planners shooed them away. 

“Find something to do or somewhere to go,” Audra said, helping Thad organize the props for the story. “We’ve got it under control here. Just be back a few hours before it starts so you can get ready.”

JB and Theo looked at each other, at a loss. Then Theo’s eyes lit up. “Hey, have you checked out all the trails around here yet for the sleds? Audra and I have found a lot of fun ones recently! If we can get them groomed, they’ll be amazing.”

JB grinned. “Nope, not yet. I wasn’t even here when you showed Thad the ones you knew about a few months ago, so I’d love to see them.”

“Awesome, let's do that. Some fresh air sounds great.”

“Perfect, yes, go play outside for a few hours and leave us in peace,” Thad laughed. 

Padma and Thalia were in the next room getting started on the decorating during this conversation. Theo saw Padma was listening closely, and a wistful look crossed her face once the snowmobiling plan was set. Smiling, he approached her. 

“Padma, would you like to join us to go snowmobiling?”

Her eyes lit up in a flash. “Oh, could I? I would like that very much! I have never gone, but it sounds like so much fun.”

“Of course you can come. Do you have warm enough clothes?”

“If not, you can borrow mine,” Thalia interjected. “I came prepared for anything.”

“As usual,” Theo laughed. “Perfect. We’ll meet out back in fifteen minutes, okay?”

“Oh, yay! I can’t wait!” Padma said, her eyes shining in anticipation. 

~~~

There were currently four working snowmobiles on the property, two of which were much better than the others, though Theo made sure they all ran reliably. It was in the plan to attain at least six nice ones eventually, but it was part of an extensive list of things that were needed in the next few years, and the priority on the sleds was low. Nevertheless, once the trio had gathered outside, garbed in thick clothes and helmets, the gentlemen offered Padma her pick of the sleds, but she quietly declined to drive her own, asking if it would be possible to ride with someone else instead, this being her first ride. 

“You can ride with me, Padma,” JB said. 

“No, you’re riding with me,” Theo said. “First, because I know the trails better, second, because she wouldn’t be able to see over you, and third, because I would guess you weigh more than the two of us put together,” Theo laughed. 

“That’s a bit of a low blow, calling me fat, even if it is your birthday,” JB said mildly, though his eyes twinkled. 

“That wasn’t a fat jab, you’re just excessively tall, so I’m sure you have a lot of bone mass,” Theo said. “Also, you could probably bench press me if you wanted to, and muscle is even heavier.” 

“You’re right, I could,” JB agreed. “I was trying to be polite. But you make a good argument. You two lead, and I’ll follow.”

“Is that okay with you, Padma?” Theo asked, turning to her deferentially. “Riding behind me, I mean?”

“Yes, that is fine,” she said sweetly. “Whatever you think is best.”

“Awesome. Then let’s get going!”

The trio spent a pleasant afternoon zooming over the Tenbusch property, exploring trails and potential trails. Part of their long-term plan for their acreage was to renovate the Lodge and turn it into a B&B for snowmobilers and other winter sports enthusiasts who wanted to explore some private land. For that reason, establishing trails that could be groomed and maintained was practical as well as fun, though this side business likely wouldn’t materialize for several years. 

Thalia had thoughtfully packed them a sack lunch of sandwiches and hot drinks, so at the extreme end of the property, almost directly opposite from the Lodge, they found a clearing with some handy logs to serve as seats and got off the sleds for a bit of rest and food. The gentlemen spent the time getting to know Padma a bit, having just been introduced to her the previous day. They had heard her name a few times from their sister, and knew the pair had been close during their later university years, but after graduation Padma had moved away and it seemed their contact had lapsed. However, Thalia had started mentioning her again within the last six months or so, and it was very telling to the brothers that this tiny, quiet woman had flown halfway across the country to spend a weekend at a family party. They could tell Thalia adored Padma, and the affection seemed to go both ways. Strong-willed, independent, flighty Thalia needed to find someone to settle down with and start a life with sooner or later, and Padma was the first person whom Thalia had brought home to meet them in years, so the siblings' hopes were high, especially since Padma seemed so lovely. 

She was a willing conversationalist, answering and asking questions easily, and words flowed the entire time. (As did noses. The cold air and hot drinks wreaked havoc on their sinuses, and every other word seemed punctuated by a sniffle from someone.) Quiet but self-assured and exuding an undeniable aura of peace, the brothers were charmed by Padma immediately. By the end of their mini lunch break, the three felt like old friends, bonding in a way that only introverts can. 

It was too windy and loud to talk while riding, but Theo and Padma found they could communicate easily with gestures and taps, and by the end of their tour, Padma was pointing out trails from afar that the other two missed. In this way, they stumbled on several charming little spots that they could sense would be breathtaking in the green seasons. JB carried a surveyor map of the property and marked the things they found as they went along. In all, they had a most delightful time, and all three were smiling later that day when, back at the Lodge, they disembarked from the sleds and removed their helmets. 

“Thanks for tagging along, you guys! That was wonderful,” Theo said. “A perfect way to spend an afternoon.”

“It was our pleasure,” JB said. “I had a great time, too.”

“Oh yes!” Padma said. “Thank you for letting me join! I hope we can do it again another time.”

After they shared one last smile all around, Theo turned, helmet under his arm, and began to head toward the house. However, before he reached the door he stopped to cough, long and harsh, his breath billowing up into the cold air. As soon as he could somewhat breathe, he turned to the other two apologetically, face red and eyes streaming from more than just the temperature. 

“Sorry, too much dry air,” he gasped, still wheezing slightly. “Don’t worry, I’m okay.”

JB and Padma nodded, but glanced at each other in concern as soon as his back was turned. A cough as thick and chesty as the one they’d just heard wasn’t caused by dry air alone. 

~~~

The Lodge was still topsy-turvy from the party preparations upon their return, so the snowmobilers made themselves scarce right away, going up to their rooms to shower off the gasoline smell and change into their party clothes. In the end, with nothing much else to do, all three ended up taking naps as well, the fresh air having had its way with them. They were all awakened by their significant others not long before the guests were due to start arriving, and the snowmobilers found themselves very groggy and disoriented. JB complained of a headache upon waking, and took another quick, cool shower to try to wake up, which did little to help. Padma was even quieter than usual, saying her throat was dry and sore from the wind when pressed. Theo’s cough had worsened as he slept, and his voice was already going, much to his chagrin. On top of that, all three were still congested and drippy, not to mention tired. However, the party couldn’t go on without the main family group, especially Theo, so they pulled themselves together as best they could, plastered on smiles, and prepared to greet the guests. 

There was no snow predicted in the weekend forecast, which is exactly what the party planners had hoped for. Travel was safe, so every single person that had been invited showed up, eager for any excuse to break the dull monotony of an endless Midwest winter. They all arrived over the course of an hour or so, bringing booze and food and gifts and props, not to mention overnight bags. It was understood that the party was going to last most of the night, and there was an open invitation for the guests to stay the night at the Lodge if they wished. The family had gotten the whole house warmed up over the course of the day, building fires in every fireplace and opening all the furnace vents for the first time all winter, so there was plenty of sleeping room for guests who wished to drink without having to worry about driving home or to a hotel. The house quickly got very warm and very loud, and the under-the-weather snowmobilers were at first overwhelmed. Theo was in the toughest position, because much like the night before, he was expected to greet every guest and talk and laugh and act the host. Two nights in a row of this would have been difficult regardless, but all of it on top of a burgeoning cold was something he never would have wished for. 

The cold they were brewing seemed to be a nasty one, too. Within a few hours Theo went from sniffly and drippy to thickly congested and sneezing heavily. JB and Padma fared a bit better and didn’t worsen at the rapid rate he did, but both were sick enough in their own right, forced to keep tissues pressed to their nose or near at hand the whole night. Padma was found swallowing a hearty dose of cough syrup at one point for a wickedly sore throat and persistent dry cough, and JB was alternating Tylenol and Ibuprofen through the whole event for a headache that never eased up. Theo had these on top of his nasty coughing and sneezing, and in short he was a sickly, pathetic mess in no time. 

Yet somehow, miraculously, or perhaps by sheer force of will, they all had a delightful time despite their obvious illness. The food was delicious, the company was excellent, the booze was strong, and the house was warm. Was everything perfect? Of course not. (A few examples: Early in the evening, a try of full shot glasses was dropped, and most of them shattered. The story book for the murder mystery was misplaced for an hour or so, and Audra was convinced people were passing it around to see “whodunnit”, since there was a lot of conspiratorial whispering later when it turned up. The lack of door locks in the old house caused a guest on a quest for the restroom to accidentally barge in on a nearly-naked couple as they changed into their costumes for the event. The intruder was beyond embarrassed; the couple took it in stride and teased him endlessly for the rest of the night.) Yet no one minded. If anything, the mishaps only added to the fun, familiar atmosphere and made it a night no one would ever forget. Looking back later, Theo privately wondered if the house itself didn’t add its own bit of magic to the evening. After all, this house was built and designed to house guests and parties. Perhaps being full and warm again made the house feel just as alive as its inhabitants. There was no other good explanation for the undeniable delight that permeated the celebration. 

Whatever the contributing factors, though, Theo couldn’t have imagined a better 30th birthday. Once he resigned himself to his fate, he firmly decided to make the best of it. After all, having been born in February, in the heart of cold and flu season, it wasn’t the first time he was sick on his birthday, and it wouldn’t be the last. The food, friends, and fun were here, so here was where he wanted to be. In order to ease the discomfort of his disgusting cold, he set out to get comfortably drunk instead, which he found to be the perfect remedy, and from there proceeded to thoroughly enjoy his evening. 

He was never able to remember much of that night, as everything faded to a warm, bright haze of congestion and intoxication (Even without the drinking, the cold would have made his memory and focus weak at best), but he did remember being happy and feeling loved. He tried to rein in the ticklish explosions of his sneezy cold, but they got worse, not better. Yet no one seemed to mind, even when he sneezed directly on them or next to them. His reflexes were shot from the start, so he was rarely able to get a tissue or even his arm to his nose in time to catch the blasts, but people just laughed over his slurred apologies and patted him on the back fondly and handed him a belated tissue to clean up the mess. There was always someone nearby to hand him a glass before he realized he was thirsty. (Sometimes it was full of water. Usually it was full of liquor.) Every time he sneezed he was blessed by at least a dozen people. Soon it became a joke, and people would cheer as he blew his nose before knocking back a shot, because eventually even shots started making him sneeze. By the end of the night they were laughing every time he sneezed, and he was laughing right along with them. 

Yet all good things must come to an end, and little by little the guests trickled out as the night grew later. When ⅔ of them had gone (or gone to find a place to sleep), Audra took Theo to bed. He was hardly conscious, sitting in a congested stupor next to the stove, so he let himself be led easily. She helped him undress and made sure he had all the supplies he might need. He was aware of none of this, though, and was snoring away before she left the room.

~~~

The celebratory atmosphere from the night before had all but vanished as the household began to wake the next morning. The sobering light of day tends to have that effect, unfortunately, even for the guest of honor. When Theo opened his crusted eyes late the next morning, he wasn’t sure at first what had awakened him, because the house was very quiet, or at least his bedroom was. Audra was nowhere in sight. Then the events of the previous evening (or his foggy memory of them) came crashing down, and he realized how truly unwell he was. His cold had not improved in the slightest– in fact it had likely worsened– and now he was hungover to boot. Not a big drinker, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been hungover, and he remembered now why he avoided this state at all costs. Absolutely everything hurt, from his head, to his eyes, to his throat, to his stomach, and so on down. Judging by how dry his mouth and eyes were, he was desperately dehydrated, but the rolling in his stomach made him leery of swallowing anything. His nose and ears were stopped shut, his chest felt thick and tight, and his throat felt like sandpaper after breathing through his mouth all night. In short, he was in the roughest shape he’d been in quite a while, and that was saying something. 

He was also freezing. He half imagined he could see his breath in the air due to how cold this room felt. Everything in him wanted to roll over and go back to sleep for the rest of the day, and he probably would have, except that his bladder was screaming to be emptied. This, he realized, was what had actually awakened him. Wishing not for the first time since moving into the Lodge that chamber pots were still in fashion, he clumsily untangled himself from the sweaty blankets (How was he so sweaty and still shivering so hard?), struggled into his robe and slippers as the room slowly spun, and staggered out the door and down the hall to the bathroom. 

The bathroom was unoccupied, which was a mercy because he honestly wasn’t sure if he would have been able to hold it long once he was standing. After the most urgent need was met, and since he was already in the bathroom, he attempted some of his morning grooming routine, hoping it would help him feel somewhat human. He wiped the sticky sweat off of his neck and chest, brushed his teeth, wet down his hair and combed it, and took a hearty dose of cold medicine, praying to whatever gods were listening that it would stay down, though the nausea was staying at a manageable level for now. But, to improve his chances, he also took some of Audra’s anti-nausea medicine washed down with a few swallows of the Gatorade someone (also probably Audra) had left by his bed. 

Now Theo had a decision to make. He knew he would be forgiven if he chose to go back to bed; he would hardly need to make a case for his illness. One needed only to look at him to see it. Yet there was a prideful, stubborn streak that ran deep in the Tenbusch family, and Theo hated the idea of being the person who was too hungover after his birthday party to get out of bed, shocking cold notwithstanding. It was his duty as the host and guest of honor to see his guests off, and by golly he was going to see it through. Also, he knew he wouldn’t feel much better lying in bed versus sitting up, miserable as he was all around. And lastly, the lower level would be warmer than up here. It had to be, because he was still convinced he could see his breath up here. 

Steeling himself, and clutching tight to the railing, a very sick Theo made his way down the main staircase, through the living room, and into the dining room, where the coal stove was housed. Now that he was more awake, he realized the house wasn’t as quiet as he’d thought while in the bedroom. There were quite a few people milling around in various states of wakefulness and health. Theo was certainly not the only one feeling the effects after a night of drinking, and his was not the only pale, sweaty, slightly green face to be seen. He tried to politely nod to everyone he passed, knowing his voice would be all but gone and not wanting to use it until he absolutely had to. He made his shaky, determined way to his favorite chair by the coal stove, and was happy to find the furnace full of fuel and roaring with heat. He eased himself down with a husky cough, wrapping a nearby blanket around himself. 

Audra appeared at his side moments later, her eyes full of surprise and concern. 

“What are you doing up, honey?” she whispered. She pressed her hand to his forehead. “You’ve been running a fever since last night. You were as good as dead when I tried to wake you this morning. I assumed you would be in bed all day.”

“We have guests. I didn’t wandt to be rude by ndot sayi’g goodbye,” he rasped. “I already toogk lots of mbedicine, and I’ll go bagck to bed once everyone is gone.” 

“That’s really not necessary, love. I can handle it,” she murmured, worry creasing her brow. 

“I know you can, budt I wandt to helbp,” he insisted. “Id was mby pardy.”

Audra shook her head. “Alright. If you’re sure, crazy.”

“I’mb sure,” he said. “Budt can you gedt mbe sumb ginger tea?”

“Absolutely,” she said, going to the kitchen right away. 

Accompanied by his tea, Theo held court in the dining room for the next several hours as their guests began to head out in twos and threes and fours. Everyone made sure to pass along to Theo their wishes for a good year ahead and hopes for his good health. He smiled and nodded at each one (in between trying not to sneeze on anyone), but (much like Bilbo Baggins at Lake Town) in deference to his awful sore throat, he limited his responses to “Thangk you very mbuch.”

By the time noon rolled around, the house had been emptied of everyone but the main family group.  Once they were alone, the six sat in the dining room in silence for a while, nursing mugs of coffee or tea, along with their various ailments. Thad and Thalia were hungover, JB and Padma were sick, Audra was exhausted, and Theo was all of the above. Yet it seemed no one was quite ready for the true end of the party to come, and no one wanted to be the first to announce they were going back to bed, though it was at the front of everyone's mind. 

"Thank goodness we all have tomorrow off," Thad finally said. "I think we'll all need it. I've never seen a sorrier bunch. Bless you, love," he added as JB stifled a sneeze into his elbow.

"Amen," said Theo, though it sounded more like 'abend'. "Whadt a weegkend."

"You can say that again," Thalia groaned. "It was a great party. Everyone kept saying it was unforgettable. But the most unforgettable part was that they're all going to get sick. You sneezed SO MUCH, Theo. You literally sneezed all over everyone and everything, so many times. And JB and Padma weren't much better, no offense. You all made quite the group, let me tell you." 

Theo reddened. "Did I? I was hopi'g I'd imbagined thadt pardt."

Everyone shook their heads. 

 "You were a mess, love," Audra said, smiling fondly. "But you were a happy, adorable mess, so no one minded. I haven't seen you so happy in a long time." 

"I do reme'ber thadt," Theo nodded. "Bei'g habby. Bei'g warmb."

"If that's what you remember, then I call the weekend a success. We'll blame the house for the sneezing. You've been cold all winter and finally got sick because of it. The timing was just unfortunate."

Theo shook his head. "We can blame Duane for the cold." He glanced at JB and Padma who nodded vehemently, to the confused looks of the rest. "We'll explain later. Budt because of the house, we could hosdt this pardy, and for thadt I'mb grateful. Id was everythi'g I could have hoped for." 

"So your feud against the old place is over then, eh?" teased Thad. 

Theo shrugged. "For ndow. Budt you're in charge of taki'g care of the stove until you leave. As mby birthday presendt."

His older brother laughed. "You've got a deal. The faucet you've got for a nose right now would probably put it out anyway. 

Theo scrubbed at his dripping nose self-consciously. "Exactly." 

JB slowly stood and stretched, wiping his own red nose with a cough. "I don't know about the rest of you, but the only thi'g I'mb hoping for is a few more hours of sleeb."

"Or days," Audra agreed, also standing. 

With much scraping of chairs, everyone stood, murmuring their agreement. In the shuffle, no one noticed Padma dart to Theo's side to give him a quick hug around the waist. 

"Habby birthday again, Theo," she said. "Resdt well. I hope you feel bedder sood." 

He smiled at her, his tired, red eyes and cold-damp nose matching hers. "Thangk you, Padma. You feel bedder, too. Gedt sumb good rest." 

As she pulled away, Thalia was right behind her with a hug of her own for her brother. "Since I'm doomed to catch this from one of you, I guess I can give you another birthday hug. Feel better, Theo, for all our sakes."

Not one to miss a trend, Thad, too, had a one-armed hug for Theo. "Get well soon. I don't want you to spend the rest of our visit in bed."

"I'll do mby besdt," Theo laughed, moving on to hug JB, making sure he was included in the ritual. "Feel bedder, brother. You loogk exhausted. I hope you sleeb well." 

"Same to you," JB replied, willingly reciprocating the hug. 

At last Theo shuffled to Audra's side, leaning against her heavily. She kissed his shoulder and began to lead him toward the stairs, with the rest close behind. 

"Thangk you for a wo'derful birthday weegkend," the professor croaked to his wife. "You did an amazi'g job. I'mb sorry I spoiled id by geddi'g sigck."

"You didn't spoil anything. You were wonderful, too. You're probably pretty sick of people by now, though, huh?... No pun intended. Well, maybe a little intended."

Theo laughed outright at that, though it was cut short by a cough. "Surprisi'gly, ndo. Tired, yes. Sigck in a different way, obviously. Budt I'mb surrounded by people who wandt to spend time with mbe even when I'mb contagious. Who could ask for anythi'g mbore than thadt?"

[frostedfaves]

Just Like Magic

Masterlist

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Yelena invites her new best friend to hang out and ends up having to share. (Combined requests from @emilyprentissslut and anon)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!milf!wandanat with younger (21+) reader, dom/sub dynamics and mommy kink, a bit of manipulation/coercion, smut: oral, penetration, bondage, slight edging, nipple sucking

A/N: this took forever to write and I was going to post it where I last left off, but as long as I took with this, I wanted it to have somewhat of a proper ending. although I did leave off in a way that I could add onto this if I decide to later! anyway, can’t wait to hear your thoughts!

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“You finally made it.”

The blonde girl offers you a sarcastic smile as you pass her on the threshold, your eyes wandering for a moment while she locks the door behind you.

“I told you that I couldn’t come over until 2.”

“As if you have anything more interesting going on.”

Yelena grabs your arm and leads you into the kitchen, giving you a playful shove toward the island as she continues to the refrigerator. You hop onto one of the stools, placing your bag on the floor beside you just in time to catch the bottle of water tossed directly at your face.

“I see your reflexes are still working,” she teases as another voice cuts in.

“That’s no way to treat your guests, Lena.”

The taunting grin on your best friend’s lips shifts to a scowl as two women come into view. Their eyes seem to be glued to your form, one pair holding a welcoming gaze and the other an air of indifference. Yelena gives them your name and identifies the pair as Natasha and Wanda, and Natasha steps closer to you with her hand outstretched.

“Don’t listen to our little dorogoya.” Natasha nods toward the younger blonde with a teasing smirk. “We’re her mothers.”

“That’s not technically true,” Wanda clarifies over Yelena’s incoming protests. “We do love her like we created her ourselves--”

“But mentors would be a more accurate ‘M’ word,” Yelena adds, pushing past the pair to grab your bag from the floor. “Let’s go before they say something else that makes me gag.”

“It was nice meeting you!”

Your words are rushed as you scramble out of the kitchen, trying to avoid staring at Natasha while she subtly unzips her hoodie. Her hand releases the zipper once you’re out of sight, but Wanda grabs it to finish the job.

“You’re a tease,” she comments while raising her tank top, and Natasha places her hands on her cheeks with a smile.

“Tell me what she’s thinking.”

“She’s definitely interested, but she needs more.” Wanda lowers her head and touches her lips to one of Natasha’s exposed nipples. “I think I need more, too.”

Natasha bites her lip and threads her fingers through her lover’s hair to pull her flush against her chest.

“Then take it.”

-

“Wait!” you call out before Yelena can throw the ball again. “Where's the bathroom? I have to pee.”

“You Americans and your weak bladders.” She rolls her eyes playfully as she plops on the ground to take a seat. “It’s the last door on the left.”

You enter the house again through the sliding door of the kitchen, passing through the room to the hallway. The bathroom is easy to locate and you’re in and out pretty quickly, but soft musical notes floating through the crack of a door stop you before you can make your way back outside. Opening the door further reveals a staircase heading toward what you assume is the basement, and before you have time to form doubts, you find yourself descending.

The music guides you to another cracked door, and you freeze in your movements when you notice Natasha and Wanda in the far corner of the room. Making sure you’re still out of sight, you take a look around the parts of the room you can see from the doorway, and it doesn’t take long to figure out what the space is for. There are various ropes, chains and ball gags hanging along the walls, and shelves hold harnesses, vibrators and dildos of all sizes.

“Flavored lube?” Wanda eyes the bottle curiously as she takes it from Natasha.

“Yeah, I figured it would be fun to try.”

“As if you don’t taste amazing enough on your own,” Wanda places her hand on Natasha’s chest, causing her to chuckle.

“It’s not for us, love.” Natasha raises her brow, and her wife seems to have a look of realization.

“Do you think she’ll like it?”

“I don’t think she’ll mind a little help getting this inside of her.”

You nearly give away your position with a gasp when the red haired woman holds up a harness with a protruding length that seems almost as big as her forearm. Deciding you’ve seen way more than you were meant to, you head back upstairs as quickly and silently as you can, trying your best to ignore your wandering thoughts as you join Yelena again.

“What took you so long?” she scowls as she jumps to her feet again. “You were staring at that ugly painting on the wall, weren’t you?”

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” you argue, turning your back to grab your water and give yourself extra time to catch your breath.

“If you keep chugging that, you’ll have to pee again.” You hear her laugh before you feel the ball lightly hit your back. “But I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You had yet to discover if she was right or not.

-

“Dinner was amazing. Thank you, Miss Maximoff,” you address Wanda as she collects everyone’s plates, not quite meeting hers or Natasha’s eyes until she stops in front of you.

“You can call me Wanda, honey. I don’t mind at all.” She offers you a sweet smile before looking past you toward Yelena. “Lena, do you mind helping me clean up? I need to show you something anyway.”

Yelena opens her mouth, fully prepared to make a comment about Wanda being able to handle the whole house with a simple flick of her wrist but a pointed look from Natasha stops her.

“Sure.”

You watch her grab everyone’s glasses and follow Wanda into the kitchen, and you release a quiet yelp when you feel Natasha grab your chin a moment later. Your eyes widen when you realize just how quickly she traveled to your side of the table from her chair, and you feel nerves settling in as her eyes study your form.

“You’re a gorgeous little thing, aren’t you?” 

The longer you stare at her, the calmer you feel as the desire to push her away leaves your body. She moves her thumb and presses against your lips forcefully until you part them, her smile widening as she begins rubbing along your tongue and your lips close around her.

“That’s it, such a good girl for me. Do you think you can behave like this for Wanda, too?”

“I would hope so.” Wanda’s voice fills the room again as she reenters, placing one hand on your neck as she lightly kisses the other side, just below your ear. “You wouldn’t want to be punished before you’ve even had a chance to be rewarded, would you?”

“No, Wanda,” you answer the best you can around Natasha’s thumb, and her grip on your neck tightens.

“You call us Mommy now.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“Perfect, printsessa,” Natasha praises as she pulls her hand away, Wanda also stepping back as she pulls you to your feet. “Now why don’t you lead us downstairs? I believe you already know where to go.”

“You knew I was there?” you ask timidly and Wanda laughs.

“Why do you think you went down there in the first place?”

Natasha grabs your shoulders and turns you around, giving you a light shove toward the hallway. You cautiously lead the two women toward the basement door, glancing into the kitchen and feeling a knot growing in your stomach when you don’t see Yelena at all.

The door is locked behind you once you reach the intimidating room again, and you’re pushed onto a bed before each woman grabs one of your hands and chains you to the wall. Wanda straddles you and kisses you eagerly, moving her hips to grind her covered pussy against yours. Vibrations pass between the two of you as you moan into each other’s mouths until she pulls away and stands on the mattress to take off her panties.

“You think you can make Mommy cum like this?” She challenges while lifting her dress and lowering herself to sit on your face, a quiet moan escaping when you press your tongue against her clit in response. “Good fucking girl.”

“What about while your other Mommy fucks you?”

You can feel Natasha removing your pants and underwear, bending your legs at the knee as she joins the two of you on the bed and hooks her arms around them. You can already feel yourself clenching a bit in preparation for what you know is coming, and a muffled moan escapes you when she runs the tip of her tongue along your folds.

“What does she taste like?” Wanda cries out to her lover while you suck on her clit desperately, and Natasha pulls away just long enough to answer.

“Like she was worth waiting five months for.”

Wanda continues to ride your face, forcing herself to keep going past her orgasm while Natasha teases you relentlessly with her tongue. Just when you think she might let you cum, she pulls away abruptly, leaving you whining into Wanda’s pussy and grinding against nothing.

“Patience, printessa,” she scolds you from across the room. “You don’t get to have things simply because you want them.”

You jump and let out a sound that’s a cross between a yelp and a moan when her hand smacks your sensitive clit, gasping when the slap is followed by the head of a dildo running through your folds toward your entrance. Bucking your hips toward it causes it to slip inside you a bit, and Natasha groans at the sight.

“Look at my pretty pussy so eager to take me.”

She takes her time easing half of the length into you as you clench around it occasionally, thrusting gently for a bit and then roughly pounding her way in until her hips are nearly meeting yours with every powerful stroke. If Wanda wasn’t keeping you muffled, you’d be screaming right now. From pain or pleasure, you couldn’t tell the difference anymore, you just knew something inside you felt amazing.

“Whatever you’re doing to her, Tash, please don’t stop,” Wanda calls over her shoulder through gritted teeth in between groans. “She’s fucking killing me right now in the best way possible.”

“Don’t worry...” Natasha roughly tugs your waist to bring you closer and Wanda scrambles to balance herself on the mattress as she continues to ride your face. “You know I don’t plan on letting her go anytime soon.”

[sonder-paradise]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Request: Osamu Dazai + 6 “Not being able to speak properly after the kiss ends” & 15 “Aggressive kisses; stumbling over things, pushing each other into walls” - Anon

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Genre: Fluff, Suggestive Themes

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Pairing: Osamu Dazai x GN!Reader

It was a messy entanglement of bodies. In all honesty, you couldn’t remember how it even happened. But his lips tasted like fire and burned against your own. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close as the two of you stumbled through the apartment. It had happened so suddenly earlier.

Dazai was always so delicate with you. His light touches and sincere gazes had never once looked at you with such a fierce lust.

That was until tonight.

Watching you home in the pale moonlight had been his own suggestion. An insistence that he wanted to make sure you were going to make it home safe. Stopping in front of your door, he smiled fondly, stroking your cheek with a callous hand.

"Then, is this where we part, my Belladonna?"

You could feel your heartbeat in your chest. It was practically thundering as you looked back at him. He seemed a little different tonight. His usual sweet stare held another emotion embedded within. His touch felt like fire against your cooled skin. It was chilly outside.

His affections towards you were always so apparent and upfront. To see such a visible approach that attempted to hide something from you was so strange. There was a small desire to unravel what he was thinking. Your eyes lingered down to his lips. Parted slightly and downturned in a somewhat serious manner.

"Kiss me."

The words had slipped out of your mouth so quickly that you almost didn't realize it until his lips were on yours. It happened so fast that the breath was knocked out of your lungs. It felt as if you were about to be swallowed up by his passion and utter lust. Eyes shutting shut as you clutched onto his coat, back against the door of your apartment.

You could feel one hand carefully rest on your waist and the other steady himself against the doorframe. But in all honesty, you loved the taste of his lips against yours. Perfection wasn’t the word to describe it. In fact, it felt flawed in so many ways. It was messy and rough, but there was still so much love surging in between the touches. Rough but smooth at the same time and needy but careful all at once.

When he finally pulled away—the taste of alcohol and sweet vanilla lingering on your lips—Dazai studied your reaction once more. And yet he seemed almost genuinely surprised at the same time. You wondered briefly why he looked so fragile. But your dazed thoughts were still colliding with one another like asteroids.

“I— You… That was really…” You tried to spit out the proper words but the perfectly flawed kiss seemed to really have taken your breath and mind away. And those seemed to be the exact words to describe the man before you:

Perfectly flawed.

He chuckled lightly, both hands were now resting on your form. “Would… you like to continue this inside, my Love?”

You smiled a smile only he could bring out of you and he gladly accepted it. “Sure.”

And just like that, the door had been opened and his lips were on yours again. The clatter of the door being shut behind you as he backed you up into the wall behind you. A series a muffled giggles and laughter trailing from the two of you as the kisses grew and grew. Each one perfectly imperfect and more beautiful than the last.

Neither of you figured out how the other had managed to find the bedroom, but the next morning brought the faint, glittering memories of the previous evening.

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[me4gumi-moved]

kaeya can unclasp your bra with one hand.

pairing: kaeya x f!reader

genre and warnings: modern au, cutesy fluffy relationship stuff in the beginning but nsfw under the cut, too many pet names, unedited

note:

i’ve never been too good at writing smut :D i rushed it at the end because i was super tired and didn’t feel like writing anymore. probably gonna post this again later in the day if it doesn’t get any traction.

lying on top of your boyfriend, you were drifting in and out of dreamland, the sound of his heartbeat and the feeling of his rough fingers sliding up and down your back underneath your shirt — his shirt — lulling you to sleep. your hand lightly gripped his hoodie, almost as if you were afraid he’d disappear if you let go. his other hand took yours in his and brought it up to his lips, peppering kisses along your knuckles. “go to sleep, love. i’ll still be here when you wake up.”

a whine left your throat when you shook your head into his chest; you were like a petulant child when their mother told them it was bedtime. “don’t wanna.” you mumbled. kaeya’s chest rumbled as she chuckled at your somewhat childish behavior. you always did get a little stubborn when you were sleepy. how cute. you weakly slapped his shoulder, “s’not funny, yaya.”

“snot funny? i think it’s a little gross myself but to each their own.” your boyfriend lightly tickled the back of your neck, making you cringe. you audibly whined, clearly already frustrated with his teasing. it usually took a little while longer but you were tired yet refusing sleep at the same time, thus making you cranky. kaeya kissed the top of your head, “okay, baby, i’ll stop...for now.”

as much as you tried to stay awake, the soothing motions of his hand running up and down your back made it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. just as you were about to welcome the sweet embrace of sleep, you heard a snap and felt the pressure of your bra on your chest release, instantly waking you up. you shot up in kaeya’s lap and reached to your back, feeling the clasp of your bra undone. “did you just unclasp my bra?”

kaeya sat up with you and rest his hands on your bare thighs, massaging the muscles, a knowing smirk on his face. “with one hand, sweetheart.” his hot breath fanned against your ear as nibbled on the sensitive spot behind it. heat began to pool in your belly as he trailed wet kisses down your neck and along your throat. 

he put his hands back under your — his — shirt and moved your bra straps down your shoulders and with a little bit of maneuvering on your part, he managed to pull your bra off of you and throw it in some random direction. “yaya...” you hid your face in the safety of his neck, whimpering when he rolled one of your nipples in between his forefinger and thumb. your skin felt like it was on fire where ever kaeya touched you and it added to the growing heat between your legs.

kaeya flipped the two of you over and sat up on his knees, looking at your already debauched state. he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours, cupping your face in his hand. you’d think it was an innocent kiss if not for his erection consistently grinding into your core. when you tried to catch your breath, kaeya used this as an opportunity into your eagerly awaiting mouth. he tongue intertwined with yours and he swallowed your moans. when he pulled away, both of your lips were swollen and wet with spit. kaeya began trailing kisses down your neck once more, but nipped and sucked a lot more this time around, leaving marks in his wake. little whines and whimpers left your mouth as he attacked some of the more sensitive spots along your throat. 

you moved to take your shirt off but your boyfriend stopped you, “keep it on for me; i like seeing you in my clothes.” you felt your cheeks heat up at the comment but slowly nodded your head, heeding his request. his warm hands ran down your torso, stopping to knead your breast for a moment, before stopping at your panties. he met your eyes for a second, non-verbally asking you permission. 

“please.” you whimpered. 

he flashed you another one of his smirks, “your wish is my command.” the blue haired man slipped your panties off and threw them into the same unknown corner as your bra -- you made a mental note to tell him to pick them up later. he ran his fingers through your wet folds and dipped them inside of your for a second, groaning when he saw the drool of your cunt coating his fingers. “my pretty baby is always so wet for her yaya, such a good girl for me.” he praised. 

faster than you could process, kaeya dove between your legs and licked a long stripe up from your perineum to your clit. he sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it as his arms kept you in place. your hands flew to his hair and pulled, using the long strands to ground yourself. you arch your back as shots of pleasure go up your spine. not a spot is missed as his tongue swirls around the bundle of nerves.

you arch your back with a cry as he easily slides to fingers inside of you, crooking them against that spot inside of you that he knows so well. “kaeya!” you squeal, already feeling like you’re about to lose yourself to the pleasure he gives you. “right there, please, right there, pleasepleaseplease-“ he immediately pulls way just as yours about to cum all over his fingers. tears of frustration prick at your eyes, threatening to spill over, “why’d you stop? i was so close!”

“not so shy now are you, angel?” kaeya purrs, a teasing lilt to his voice. he moves his face back up to yours and captures you once more in a kiss. you could taste yourself on his lips. he pulled back to throw off his shirt and shimmy out of his pants. at the sight of his engorged member you reached forward, wanting to make him feel good too. but before you could his caught you wrists in his hands, “just let me take care of you, okay baby? can you do that for me?” you let out a soft ‘kay and moved your hands to rest on his shoulders.

kaeya ruts his hips forward, slicking his cock with the wetness gathered in your folds, both of you moaning at the contact. after deciding himself lubed up enough, he sheathed himself inside you with one swift roll of his hips. when his hips meet yours, he swoops down and swallows the sweet cry that left your lips. you whimper as he fucks you in earnest.

the way he was fucking you had you mind going blank, unable to form proper sentences, left a babbling mess. your insides turns to mush as your boyfriend pounded his thick cock into you. fat tears dribbled down your cheeks, “‘m close, yaya! ‘m gonna cum!”

“go ahead. let go for me, sweetheart.” his words were all you needed to see white, trembling and crying as your orgasm wracks through you. you hardly register the feeling of warmth spreading through your nether regions before kaeya collapsed on top of you, holding himself up just enough so he doesn’t crush you.

when you come back down from your high, he’s peppering kisses along your face and whispering sweet nothings. you give him a peck on his lips and give him a dazed smile. “ah, there she is.” he grins, rubbing his thumb over you cheekbone. “you feeling okay, baby? anything hurt?”

you shake your head, “‘m fine. just sleepy.” you yawned, further proving how tired you were.

“okay, take your nap. i’ll clean us up.” kaeya chuckled and kissed your forehead.

as he got to work cleaning you up, you finally fell asleep.