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lazykatie · 2 months

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What could’ve happened at Castlecoming Week (Part 3)

Pairing: Young Captain James Hook x Princess Bridget of Wonderland

You can find part 1 or part 2 here.

You can find the Aftermath of the Castlecoming Ball here (part 1, part 2, Part 3).

A/N: Credits to the person who posted this dress! I found it on pinterest :>

The night of the Castlecoming buzzed with excitement and anticipation. The grand hall is adorned in shimmering lights and lavish decorations, while the air was filled with laughter and music. The students, dressed in luxurious gowns and tuxedos, mingled together, but one figure stood out above the rest.

Bridget entered the hall in her deep crimson gown, contrasting beautifully with her pink bunned hair. Each step she took hinted at a subtle shimmer, the gown catching the light and sparkling as if sprinkled with stardust. Everyone couldn’t take their eyes off of her. Bridget, who always wore pink dresses with hearts embedded on them, now displayed a cascade of deep crimson silk adorned with intricate floral embroidery. Patterns of roses and delicate vines seemed to bloom from the fabric itself.

Despite her grand entrance, Bridget still found herself standing alone in the corner of the grand hall. She had already placed the treats that she brought on the snacks table and there’s still no sign of Ella. She quietly paced back and forth at the corner, starting to worry for her friend. “Ella’s never late,” she thought, “unless her stepmother and stepsisters have something to do with it.”

Scanning the room, she spotted her curly blue-haired friend and called out, “Ella! Over here!” waving her arm enthusiastically.

“Bridget!” Ella said as she approached her. “You look great! I can’t believe you chose a red dress.”

Bridget smiled, a touch of playfulness in her voice. “Well, it’s a nice change, don’t you think?” She then complimented Ella, “You look gorgeous too. But, I thought you were going to wear your mom’s pink dress?”

Ella glanced around nervously before replying, “I ran into some problems, but someone helped me.” She looked out into the crowd, silently thanking Fay.

Their conversation was cut short after Ella spotted one of her stepsisters, “Bridget, just stay right here. I can’t let my stepsister see me here. I’ll be back later, alright?”

Bridget nodded as Ella rushed to hide. Well, that was a bummer. She only got to spend a few minutes with her friend but that’s alright. “At least she still showed up,” she thought hugging herself. With the absence of her friend, it feels much colder. She felt the chill of the autumn air creeping in, replacing the warmth of summer.

Leaning against the wall, Bridget watched the crowd. She still couldn’t believe that she hasn’t made a single friend, other than Ella, during her one year of staying at Merlin’s Academy. She thought about Hook, wondering if their brief chats over the past two days made them friends. He liked her sweets but did he like her? The other students loved her sweets but not her. Just like in Wonderland, the people love their princess, but not Bridget. She couldn’t help but think that maybe Hook was right. She quickly discarded that thought and approached the table where her sweets were located.

Just as she was about to grab a snack, a voice beside her spoke, "Enjoying yourself, Pinkie?" Hook's voice was smooth, with a hint of teasing.

Bridget turned, her eyes lighting up with surprise and delight. "Hook! I didn't expect to see you here," she replied, her smile warm and welcoming.

Hook advanced towards her, sporting an amused face. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” His eyes flicked to her dress. "Red suits you. Looks like you took my advice."

Blushing slightly, Bridget laughed softly. "I did. Thank you. You look dashing as well."

An awkward silence settled between them, broken by the music shifting to a slow, melodic waltz. Couples began to pair off, filling the dance floor.

Feeling a rare impulse, Hook extended his hand towards Bridget. "Care to dance, Princess?"

Bridget felt a surge of happiness as she accepted his hand. They moved to the edge of the dance floor, joining the swirling pairs. As they danced, Hook found himself strangely at ease. Bridget’s presence was soothing, her genuine warmth contrasting sharply with his cold exterior. But, he can’t let his guard down. He needs to complete the task Uliana had given. He needs to prove his loyalty to their crew, his friends.

As the dance ended, the sea of students parted to reveal Uliana and her crew approaching.

“Hook, I didn’t know that Bridget is your date.” Uliana said, her voice laced with sarcasm.

Bridget shook her head no, covering the slight blush on her cheek. “I’m with Ella. He just asked me for a dance.”

“And where is she exactly,” Uliana asked as she circled around Bridget like a predator.

“Well-” Bridget started, but Uliana interrupted after assessing her.

“I almost forgot.” Uliana snapped her fingers. “Morgie, honey, the thing,” she ordered as Morgie handed her the cupcake in one of her tentacles.

“I’ve made you this cupcake. You know, to signify a treaty.” Her smirk never wavered.

“Ah! I made you some treats as well. Wait here.” Bridget said, rushing towards the snack table. She searched for the plate of treats, only to find it empty. Disappointed, she returned to Uliana and her crew, her head hanging low.

“I’m sorry, Uli,” she murmured. “I thought I brought enough. But, I’ll make you some—”

Uliana cut her off, “That’s not necessary. All you need to do is accept my offering.” She extended her tentacle, urging Bridget to pick it up.

“Thanks. This means a lot to me.” Bridget took a bite, noting a funny flavor that she couldn’t put her finger on.

“It’s good, Uli. I didn’t know you baked.”

Morgie chimed in, “Oh, you haven’t eaten the best part yet.”

Bridget took another bite, as anticipation built within the VKs. But nothing happened. Confusion spread among them—was Bridget immune to magic? Why isn’t it working?

Suddenly, Bridget dropped the cupcake, her eyes wide in panic. “What’s happening to me?” she shrieked. She clutched her throat, feeling something stuck. Her nose began to stretch, her back hunched, and her skin green. Her arms became all bones and hands stiffened as it became crooked. What happened to her?

She looked around in horror as Uliana and her crew cackled. Hook, standing nearby, laughed awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable.

Soon the other students noticed and joined the laughter. Their laughs, cackles, howls, she can hear them all. Bridget felt tears well up in her eyes as the crowd's laughter echoed around her. Their voices ringing through her head as she felt her world spin.

Desperately, she searched for Ella, her friend, her solace. But, what she saw broke her even more. Ella didn’t notice, didn’t bother to look for her. It’s like she was bewitched by Charming, who was now dragging her out. Oblivious to Bridget’s suffering, HER suffering.

She doesn’t know what to do anymore. It’s like everything fell on her like a ton of bricks. She couldn’t handle it anymore. All she wants now is to be invisible. But that’s not possible, so she did the next thing possible… run. Run as far away as possible. She ran, pushing through the crowd, heading for the courtyard.

She felt a hand grab her boney arms. “Pinkie.” Hook called out softly.

“What do you want from me?” she snapped, her voice breaking

“I can help—”

“Is this another trick? Did Uliana put you up to it?”

“No. No, I—”

“You WHAT? Huh?”

“You approached me for the past two days to ensure Uliana’s revenge. Are you happy now?”

Hook hesitated, then replied, “Not as much as I thought I would be.”

Bridget shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “I thought you were different. You told me things as they are. No sugarcoating. But just as I was starting to believe you, you stabbed me in the back.”

“Princess—”

“Don’t Princess me! I can’t handle it anymore! I, at least, thought that the past two days were the start of something new. But, you were just like everybody else—”

“Shut up for a minute.” Hook said, grabbing her face and leaning closer.

He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Bridget slowly transformed back to her normal self. She looked up at Hook, confusion and gratitude in her eyes.

“You can go now.” Hook said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Why did you do that?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“I don’t know either, alright? I just can’t stand seeing you look like a deflated balloon.”

Bridget’s heart softened, her tears slowing. “Thank you.”

“I’ll get going. The crew’s probably looking for me now. You should go too”

Bridget nodded, turning to leave. As she walked away, Hook called out, “Bridget, remember what I said before. But if you can’t do it, I’ll do it for you. Even if it’s against Uliana.”

Bridget paused, looking back with a determined expression. “Don’t worry, James. I’ll handle it,” she said, her eyes gleaming with newfound resolve, bloodlust.

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A/N: How did I do? |･ω･｀)

This was longer than I had expected and I struggled to write it too T^T. Like, I didn’t even know how to end it. But, you know, I have to give it to you guys even just a little smooch without breaking Hook’s personality (But I already broke it didn’t I? T^T). Anyways, sorry for the rant. Have a happy reading! Really hope you liked it. This is the last part of Hook x Bridget. I’ll post a poll later on what to write next but it’s still about Castlecoming.

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ahotmesswithprivilege · 9 days

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My take on the smut in ff debate

This is a reply I typed up today to the post that goes around about smut not being necessary for a good fic. The author blocked me (thank you for taking care of your dash and keeping me off it. I greatly appreciate that) but I spent so much time writing that I wanna preserve it and I want to give others the chance to block me too. There are swear words ahead and I am not sorry.

Here is the OG reply I wrote:

I've been biting back since I first saw this post and just wanted people to have their opinion because valid but the more often I see it the more it drives me up the wall. So here is a rant you can skip if you want to, but I have to get that out of my system or else I cannot go back to the actual fun stuff, like writing my WIPs.

Could we maybe potentially agree that we let people write whatever the fuck they want without policing them because they don't write what we wanna see? Might be a hot take, but yeah. That would be my suggestion. I get the frustration of not seeing what you want in the tags or having fics that you enjoy taking a turn that you don't like (trust me, been there more often than I'd like to admit) but you know what? That's on me to click off and doesn't give you the right to say shit like this:

What kind of fucking audacity is this? You are reading something someone poured their time and effort into. Something that they then share with you FOR FUCKING FREE and that's your take? Well, NEWSFLASH, writers, but especially fanfic writers owe you SHIT and just because it's not your cup of tea how DARE YOU tell them it's less valid. You want something with a STORY, then sit your ass down and write it the fuck yourself and if you can't, get your wallet ready and PAY.

How dare you classify everything as "bad" the moment smut happens, just because you don't like it? Also insinuating that "actual good fics" are all smutless is such fucking bullshit.

Butterfly Effect wouldn't have been any less gut-wrenching if I had kept the scene in the beginning when they stumble into their flat in San Diego after a night out at the Hard Deck and have sex before he asks her to come and visit his parents with him (I cut that because I was scared that 11000 words were too much already, not because I thought it would have "ruined" the story).

Happy Ever After will not be any less emotional, fluffy and adorable when Jake and Belle have their first time.

The Rooster x Reader piece I have in my drafts will not be any less comforting and soft because Rooster will show his reader that she's beautiful and valuable and he will do whatever it takes for her to see how special she is for him and if it means he spends the rest of his days on his knees for her.

The story of Aphrodite and Jake will not be any less sweet and romantic if Jake worships his goddess to make her forget every nasty comment she's ever gotten that made her feel like she's not worth it.

It's all fun and peachy to remind people to write what they want, no matter how popular the thing is. I'm right there at the front with you on that and holding up the sign. And it's important to remind people that this is not a job and we do this for fun, but with this post and especially with some of the bullshit in the replies, you are doing exactly the opposite. You are discriminating against writers who have smut in their stories and shame people for what they enjoy because it's not what you enjoy. So very impolitely with all the necessary fury, if that's your take then go fuck yourself. Also please for the love of whatever you consider holy, stay the fuck away from my blog. If you consider this a hot take, then I'm begging you on my knees to block me this very instant because I don't want you anywhere near my fucking stories.

I started writing because I was longing for representation. I am a plus-size, neurodivergent mess on legs who never in a billion years wants kids and I don't touch alcohol with a ten-foot pole. So I sat down on my ass and typed roughly 130000 words in three weeks. And that's why my stories are the way they are. They are my own. I write them for myself first and foremost and I share them because there seem to be some people who see themselves in them too or who at the very least enjoy reading them. Nothing more, nothing less.

What do I wanna say with this long-ass rant? Start respecting your creators for fuck's sake. Give those a reblog and comment who you enjoy, because the more interaction the more likely they are to be motivated to keep writing and if there are people you don't like, skip them and if you feel like they clog up your tags, fucking block them. That's what that button is for but stop whining like a fucking bratty child about people who owe you jack shit for not writing the exact thing you wanna read.

So and now I'll go and pet the floof before I sit down and start typing the filthiest throuple smut for a Rooster x Reader x Hangman fic because I fucking can. My middle finger salutes you

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ppumeonae-bigvibe · 7 months

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at the end of the day, it's you whom i come home to

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pairing: bf! yeosang x gn! reader

↬ tags: yeosang being a sulky boy is so cute actually i need to thank my braincells for choosing him this time round paired with this scenario,, yeosang being an office worker (mm him in suits >>), mentions of wooyoung being his colleague and deskmate, basically a pining yeosang

summary: yeosang's morning routine got ruined because you weren't there with him (not entirely serious)

word count: 807 words

yeosang's alarm rang, effectively jolting him awake out of his slumber. with his eyes still semi-closed, he yawns as he reached out blindly, only to be disappointed by the lack of your warmth beside him. he pats the empty space again, groggily mumbling your name under his breath.

he pushed himself up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before forcing them wide open: confirming that indeed you were nowhere to be seen and that he was alone in bed that morning. yeosang grabs his phone from the bedstand and noticed your message.

"sorry lovely, i know you came home late so i didn't want to disturb you this early. i have many errands to run today, so i left home first. by the way, breakfast is waiting for you in the kitchen, so eat well ♡ i love you! have a good day~"

yeosang sighs, a visible pout forming unconsciously on his face. he runs a hand through his bed hair, deciding to finally get ready for the day. body moving on autopilot, he realizes the mundane morning activities seemed so much more dull without you around: no good morning kisses, no hugs, no clingy you to be around him.

steps ladden with mild lovesickness, yeosang trudges into the kitchen, eating alone. even his food didn't taste as good as when you were with him.

a small smile graces his face when he spots the carefully folded attire placed on the sofa. despite you rushing off, you still picked out his office wear, as it was something you did every single morning before his work. yeosang puts on the selected button down and slacks, rereading your message on the post it note.

"I thought this would be fitting for today! I'm sure you would look really dashing as you go into the office today. work hard my busy bee!"

he takes a picture of his fit as he leaves for work, texting you many pictures he knows you would like. sending you a short text to have a good day as well, he leaves for work.

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initial happiness gives way to moody brooding in the office as he stares at the lockscreen of you two for the umpteenth time that day. yeosang exhales loudly, the clock moving incredibly slowly. you did not reply to his earlier text, only sending him a picture to show you were busying scarfing down your lunch.

he unfortunately chalks it up to you being caught-up.

yeosang signs again, earning him a nudge from his colleague and deskmate wooyoung. "seriously, did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?" wooyoung joked, but only got a defeated eye roll from yeosang, "yeah, unfortunately-" he turns to face wooyoung, who had in that moment taken a rather unflattering photo of the pouting male.

"too late, i sent it to your lover!" wooyoung cheekily scampers away and yeosang shakes his head at his antics. the same dreary mood carried him through a handful of meetings and for the rest of the day.

finally when morning bleeds to evening, yeosang is the first to pack up, heart racing as he waits impatiently in the lift to go down. he rushes out of the office building, eyes scanning the passing crowd and finally landing on your figure waiting at the same spot for him as always.

his entire being feels so much lighter when he hears your voice calling out to him in the distance: the evening's lazy atmosphere almost turns electrifying whenever you're around him. your smile widens at the sight of him sprinting full force towards you. you catch him in your embrace with a soft "oof!" when he collides into you.

"i missed you so much." he greets you with a kiss, face flushed from running. you gazed up at him, his heart overwhelmingly burst into a thousand butterflies at how much warmth was radiating from you. "i missed you very, very, very much." he repeats again, holding your face in his hands.

you chuckled, raising your arms to tousle his hair, "i know. wooyoung told me how you seemed to be in a horrible mood. is it because i didn't wake up with you today?" you teased him, showing him the picture that wooyoung sent to you: a defeated looking yeosang grumpily typing away on his keyboard.

yeosang embarrassedly nods his head, but when he attempts to act more manly you tiptoe to press another kiss on his lips. "let's go home my big boy." he practically melts into your side, and it feels as if the world is tilted right back on it's axis. everything felt right in that moment: his fingers intertwined with yours as the two of you make your way home.

at the end of every day, it was you whom he came home to.

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ragingbookdragon · 1 year

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A Love Enduring All Of Time

Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Word Count: 2.2K Warnings: Angst...?

Author's Note: I made myself sad :( BUT IT ENDS HAPPILY SO :)

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As they gathered around the fire, no one seemed to want to sing or dance. They were cold, tired, some bruised and wounded, but mostly exhausted. They quietly ate and readied for bed, and she couldn’t help but feel discontent at the lack of wind-down from the day. She lay in her bedding, staring up at the night sky; Thorin lay beside her in his own bedding, Fili above Thorin, Kili above her, Bilbo on her other side.

Bilbo was shifting beside her, a telltale sign that he was restless; she gently put her arms behind her head, and asked, “Bilbo, would you like to hear a story?”

A few of the dwarves groaned but she paid them no mind, looking over at Bilbo who blinked and nodded his head. “A good bedtime story would be nice.”

Her smile was bright even in the darkness and before she could even open her mouth, Thorin muttered, “We need rest. A story will have to wait.”

“Oh pish,” she retorted and settled in to tell her story. “Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lived beside an elven castle. And she—”

“Of course, it’s an elven bedtime story,” Dwalin griped and the others chuckled whilst she threw a rock at him.

“Let me tell my story!” she cleared her throat. “Now, where was I? Ah yes, once upon a time!”

***

“Thalaweston,” Colfindaer muttered. “The girl is here again.”

The silver-haired elf looked over towards the gates, seeing the little girl standing there, a hopeful look on her face; the second she saw him see her, she waved wildly at him. He let out a sigh and said, “I’ll be right back.” He could hear his friend chuckling as he walked towards the gates, stopping just before them; he bent down and greeted her with a smile. “Hello Kaeralina.”

The girl blushed and looked at her feet, quietly holding up the flowers she’d picked. “I…I brought these for you.”

He took them through the ivory gates, gazing at the stems that had been hastily plucked and the dirt brushed off. “Thank you, they’re beautiful.” Looking back at her, he asked, “You’ve been coming to give me flowers quite often, Kaeralina.”

“Mhm,” she murmured, swaying slightly. “Mother said elves like flowers.”

“Your mother’s wise, we are connected deeply with nature.” Thalaweston tipped his head to the side. “Kaeralina, does your mother know you come here? It’s awfully dangerous for a little girl to be all alone out here.”

“I’m not little!” she retorted, bringing her eyes back up to his. “I’m ten years of age!” He chuckled and she felt her cheeks warm, dropping her gaze again. “I know how to get here and home safely.”

He let out a sigh. “Kaeralina, it isn’t safe for you to keep coming back and forth. You could be hurt, or worse. There is danger in the forest.”

“I know,” she said, kicking at the ground with her boot. “But…I wanted to give you the flowers.”

Thalaweston looked at the flowers in his hand again. “They’re lovely flowers, Kaeralina. While I thank you for them, you have to stop coming as often as you do. If anything were to happen to you, your family would be very sad.”

Quickly, she turned around, sniffling, and he felt a pang of hurt in his chest for hurting her feelings, but just as fast as she’d begun to cry, she turned back around, a determined look on her face as she declared, “One day, I’m going to marry you!”

His eyes widened in shock and before he could even reply, she nodded her head resolutely and dashed off into the thicket, leaving him to go back to his post where his friend was laughing hysterically and teasing him about the girl.

***

It had been many, many years before Thalaweston ever saw her again. One and a half decades in fact, but a mere fifteen years was but a blink of an eye to elves. He’d been given relief of duty to join a hunting party towards the west of the forest, just on the other side of the human city growing next to the castle.

Splitting up from the rest of the group, he journeyed on his own, quietly stalking a deer he’d seen in the distance. When he’d come upon it, he raised his bow, pointer finger feeling along the steel of the arrowhead, breath leaving his lungs as he began to release it, when the buck suddenly dropped towards him, an arrow in its chest.

He lowered his bow but dove behind a tree for cover in case it wasn’t one of his people; watching cautiously, he waited for the mysterious shooter to come from the trees and when they did, his eyes widened. A mere human girl had shot from hundreds of yards away, a managed a perfect shot.

Thalaweston crept behind them as they pulled the arrow out, pulling a knife to begin cleaning when he stepped on a stick, the crack echoing through the forest. Quick as lightning, they spun, bow raised and ready to fire; he raised his hands in surrender and he caught sight of eyes beneath the red hood, bow slightly wavering as they said, “Thalaweston?”

He cocked his head to the side, stealthily reaching for his dagger. “How do you know me?”

They reached up and plucked the hood off and he let out a breath at the sight of her. “Kaeralina?”

She had grown into a beautiful young woman; her shock gave way to joy as she reached out to hug the elf. “Oh, it’s been so long!” she wrapped her arms around him. “You look well! How have you been!”

He was in shock himself. “I—I am well. Nothing much has changed in my life. How are you?” he pulled back, looking towards the deer then to her. “When did you learn to draw a bow?”

A shadow crossed her face and she said, “My father…he died when I was still a child. My mother and I had to fend for ourselves. I picked up a thing or two watching the hunters in my city. I am leading the hunting parties now, believe it or not!”

“Congratulations.” Thalaweston looked around. “You’re quite a distance away from the city, are you not? More into elven territory.”

He saw the telltale sign of embarrassment come across her as she looked away, suddenly interested in the deer. “Yes, well, the deer favor elven company, so it makes sense to hunt here.”

“Really?” he asked doubtfully. “Are you sure it’s not because you have a fondness for elves?”

She shot him a look. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Are you sure? Because I have quite a few bouquets of flowers that beg to differ.”

“I can’t believe you remember that,” she muttered. “I was a child.”

“A very sweet, earnest child,” he agreed, kneeling beside her. “I kept them, you know. Pressed them to make them keepsakes.”

She blinked at him. “You did?”

He nodded. “If nothing else, a reminder that humanity was good to us elves once.”

“That’s…very sweet of you, Thalaweston.”

He smiled and looked at her. She really was so beautiful. “You’ve grown since I last saw you.”

Her smile was more bittersweet. “Humans age much faster than elves. It’s been fifteen years, did you know?”

“I do.”

“I can’t believe it’s been so long.”

“Time does fly.”

“That it does.” Exhaling, she gestured to the deer. “I should get this back to the city. I’m sure they’re waiting for me to return.”

Before she could even attempt to lift it, Thalaweston did for her. “Allow me.” He ignored her dissuasions and added, “Think of it as a chance for us to catch up. I’d love to hear about how life has treated you. Nothing ever changes for us elves in the castle. Life is always boring.”

She smiled, looking down at her feet as she kicked at the ground. “Oh…alright, I guess you can.”

“So, tell me, have you promised to marry any of the men in your town or are we still—”

“I WAS A CHILD! LET IT GO!”

***

Thalaweston lay beside her, gently brushing aside the silver hair on her head, caressing the warm skin on her forehead. “How do you feel, melethel?”

Her eyelids fluttered and she looked at him. “Tired, my life. Very tired.”

He couldn’t fight the lump in his throat as he rested his hand on her chest above her heart. “Are you comfortable?”

“I am.”

“Should I get the children? Do you need me to get them? I will go—”

“My life,” she calmed softly, resting a hand atop his. “I have said my goodbyes to my children. This time is for us.”

Tears shone in his eyes as he dug his head into the pillow and whispered, “I am not ready for you to go, melethel.”

She smiled sadly, but there was a warmth there as she reached over with her free hand, swiping a stray tear. “You will never be alone, my life,” she said. “My heart travels with you always. It is in you, in our children, in this life. I am with you through the ages, always.”

Thalaweston gazed at the woman he’d created a life with, from the first moment he saw the little girl in a patchy dress to now, an old woman, his beloved wife, the mother of his beautiful two girls and boy. “I am scared to go on without you.”

“You must.”

“I want you with me. I want to hold your hand. I want to hold you in my arms. I want—”

She caressed his cheek and he fell silent, shutting his eyes against the flood of hot tears. “You must go on until our children no longer need you. Then, and only then will you be allowed to even think of me. They need you, my life. They are your purpose now. Promise me you will not come to me until then.”

He swallowed thickly, inhaling deeply as he nodded his head and whispered, “I promise, melethel.”

Kaeralina let out a low breath and tried to shuffle closer to him, which he saw and immediately shifted to hold her in his arms, his nose pressed against hers; they gazed into each other’s eyes. “Thalaweston,” she murmured. “Some think this was foolish. For a mortal to marry an immortal. But I want you to know, in all our years, I have never regretted a single moment. Not even now.”

Thalaweston smiled widely despite his tears. “I have been blessed by Ilúvatar to have made this life with you. I have loved you and will always love you, Kaeralina. I love you,” he whispered, pressing his lips to the tops of hers. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I love you, my life.”

***

“And till this day,” she said, still staring up at the night sky. “It is said that in the heart of the forest lies a single stone encased by a great oak tree. The memorial of a single elf who loved his human wife so greatly, that he planted a great stone and tree. Of course, others say that the stone is his wife’s grave and he, the great tree that has protected and weathered all the centuries. A love enduring time itself.”

Bilbo was in tears as he looked at her from his small pillow. “He brought her the same flowers every day that she picked for him as a girl.”

“Even in her death, he was devoted to his lovely wife, always.”

He wiped his nose and eyes, trying to compose himself. “That was beautiful.”

“Long, is what it was,” someone, probably Bofur retorted, but he sounded weepy.

She merely smiled and Bilbo asked, “Is it a true story?”

Shrugging, she gently slipped a few strands of hair behind her ear, and he caught sight of the slightly pointed tips. “Who knows? But a love like that? Sure is desirable. To be loved and devoted even after death. I hope one day I’m lucky enough to be loved so much as Thalaweston loved Kaeralina.” She looked to the stars and murmured, “They were amazing parents.”

“What was that?”

She blinked. “I said, I bet they were amazing parents. I’m sure their children were loved beyond belief.” She tutted. “Now off to bed with us. Our bedtime story has been given.”

As they all rolled over, most already asleep, she gently turned on her side, looking up at Kili and Fili who were huddled close, snoring quietly, the eldest brother’s arm wrapped around his youngest. It reminded her of her sister and brother.

She smiled and gently reached over, brushing a hand through each’s hair, watching them lean into and make sleepy noises at the soft, mothering touch, before pulling her arm away, only to catch Thorin’s eyes on her; she smiled at him and he gave her one in return, a softness, and love, in his eyes as she laid her head down and shut her eyes.

He waited until her breathing evened out before he reached over and carefully took her smaller hand in his, holding it. Hers twitched in his grip before her fingers curled over his palm and he fell asleep feeling the warmth bleeding into his hand.

#thorin oakenshield x reader imagine #thorin oakenshield x reader imagines #thorin oakenshield x reader #thorin oakenshield imagines #thorin oakenshield imagine #thorin x reader #thorin x reader imagine #thorin x reader imagines #thorin imagines #thorin imagine #thorin oakenshield #thorin #bilbo #bilbo baggins #bofur #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #hobbit

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shizukufangirl · 4 months

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Chapter 2 ↓

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・.・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*..・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.・゜゜・✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You were signing some documents as you sat in your office, it wasn't anything hard

You were just signing them, not bothering to look at it, as you wanted to finish quickly.

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"Ugh finally, the last document, I can finally rest now." You said as you put away the documents, suddenly, there was a knock on your door

"Miss/Mr, [Name] , I came here to collect the documents you signed." Your assistant, Akane said as she came to collect your documents.

"Thank you Akane, could you bring me a cup of [Hot Beverage]"

"Of course, Miss/Mr. [Name], Hehe, signing all these documents must've been tiring huh?" Akane said with a giggle.

"Yeah.." You replied with a sigh, kind of annoyed because you wanted to drink [Hot Beverage] as soon as possible.

"Oh my, I must get going know, I'll bring you your [Hot Beverage] soon."

'Finally' you thought as she left quickly, you checked your phone to see a dozen of missed calls and messages, whoops.

Nakahara Chuuya

[Name] are you there??

Yes, I am, what's the matter?

Boss requested to see you... An hour ago..

Oh shi*t..

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You were really fucked now, you mumbled curses as you dashed out of your office, bumping into Akane in the way.

You let out a quick apology and continued running.

Surprisingly you got there less than 6 minutes later, which is kinda impressive because the distance from your office and the bosses office is really far.

You cautiously knocked on the door

"Come in."

As you opened the door there was the boss, Mori Ougai in all his glory, sitting in the chair behind the desk, his 'Daughter' Elise on the floor beside him, drawing with crayons.

"You requested to see me, boss?"

"Yes, an hour ago actually." Oh shit

"I deeply apologize for my behavior, boss"

"Hm, I guess I could let it slide this time, don't make this mistake again."

"Understood, boss." You sighed in relief.

"Anyways I have a mission for you.

this mission is..."

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As you walked out of the office you thought of the mission he just gave you, you had to go undercover as a detective in the armed detective agency, gain their trust and steal the documents that are important to him.

The only reason why he chose you is because neither Dazai nor Yosano knew who you where, otherwise he would've picked someone else.

As you were walking you spotted Chuuya and walked over to him.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

"Gah! You scared me you bastard.. What do you want? Did you get a mission from boss?"

"I did actually."

~ After explaining the mission ~

"YOU HAVE TO WHAT?!"

"Tsk, could you quiet down, I don't want the whole world to hear you."

After he calmed down he asked you

"But why you? Why couldn't he pick Me or someone else?"

"It's because Dazai knows who you are Chuuya."

"I get it, but why not someone else like Tachihara?!"

"The black Lizard raided the agency, remember? He was there."

He nodded in realisation, then asked again

"Do you want to drink some wine? My treat."

And how could you say no to that?

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Chapter one of this is over, I'll post chapter two tomorrow, I know I should have picked wattpad or something else to write chapters, but I chose Tumblr. Also, who do you want your love interest to be?

[Reader] is gender neutral, Akane is my Oc btw, she's not a love interest :)

#bsd #chuuya #mori #Chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #dazai #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #gender neutral insert #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #bsd mori #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #mori ougai

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rivangel · 2 years

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" i'm not strong. or brave. i survive 'cause there's not really any other choice.” Or “I just want to be done. i'm tired. i'm so, so fucking tired. " with Levi for the hurt/comfort prompt if space hadn’t already filled? (Whichever one you want, I was tempted to ask for one of the comfort ones but i saw these and I’m an animal apparently 🥲) 💗💗💗 hope you’re having a good day!

i diddd switch up the quotes a lil but i went with the second one! and thank you<333

unofficial sequel to this post

//injury, gn!reader

It’s finally nearing daybreak. Through the thick forest canopy, night is lifting for grey morning to take its place. From far away, you listen to the birds waking up and Hange close by, noisily fixing up the last modifications to the cart they plan to transport Levi with.

Surprisingly, he’s still napping; his head rests in your lap.

Or it seems that way. He could just be resting his eyes—eye. You know it hurts him to talk.

To avoid the thoughts that ought to be torturing you like they have all night, you fixate on the sheet draped over him as it slowly rises and falls.

Words, something, sit on your tongue. Finally, you can’t stand the silence anymore. Even if he isn’t conscious to listen.

“It’s almost time to go,” you murmur.

“I know,” he replies softly, muffled by the shifting bandages. His heavy eyes remain closed. “Thought… I’d be able to stand by now.”

You shake your head in a resigned sort of disbelief, smiling. There’s no humor in it. “You put on your own shirt.”

His brows pinch. He scoffs.

“Soon, I’m sure. Then, I think it’s almost over.”

His eye cracks open and peers at you as you continue playing with his bangs. They’re a little overgrown from a month stationed in a forest. You keep finicking with the way they’re parted.

He grunts. “I’m gonna fall asleep again if you keep doing that, sweetheart.”

“Sleep means healing.”

He raises his injured hand, and examines the dash of red that’s bled into the bandages since you last replaced them later into the night. Wordlessly, you lay your hand on his good one, which rests on his chest.

His chest shudders when he sighs, then winces. “I want to be done. I’m… I’m… so tired.”

Your eyes widen. Shocked by his sudden honesty, you lace your fingers together, feeling relief when he squeezes back.

You can’t make any guarantee that it’ll be okay. You can’t even make the guarantee that he can fight when the time comes.

“I’ll be right by your side when we finish,” you reply.

He holds steady, but vulnerable eye contact—so vulnerable. “You better.”

#2k event #levi x reader #levi ackerman x you #aot fluff #levi x gender neutral reader #levi x reader fluff #levi drabble #levi fic #levi ackerman drabble #levi ackerman x reader

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agonizedembrace · 9 months

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regarding activity/etc:

with the holiday is pretty much ( if not already ) upon us my activity will be severely sporadic due to my job and the usual family gatherings. which in turn lies into my next point. i typically don't like to talk about this stuff as i don't want it lying on dash bc it's heavy and would rather keep a rather ... positive? hopeful? view in regards to my blog.

since september my grandmother has been in and out of the hopsital, er, and so on due to health issues that are gradually declining. originally she went in for chest pains, which then turned into a stroke into bleeding in her brain... and yeah it just keeps slowly spiraling. she's made a pretty good recovery but it's also rather painful to know it won't be perfect.

yesterday we had our family christmas party with her at her apartment she shares with my uncle. things seemed fine until they pretty much opened it up with the fact that after it was over my aunt would be brining her back to the er due to signs of likely internal bleeding ( and potentially more ). it really dampened the mood for the rest of the party, and acted as yet another reminder of how potentially limited her time is.

so, han, how does that tie into here?

i am a very emotionally driven person, who's already been very low on energy in general. having this hang on my head on months now has left me feeling super down, on top of the awful seasonal depression that hangs over due to me hardly seeing the sun during these months. i'm not asking to be coddled, but just for people to understand that i might not reply to asks, threads, messages, but i see them and i thank you all for considering me & reaching out to me in these attemps.

i try to be active here as i can ( as with my shadowheart blog as well ), some days it's far easier than others. i may have spurts of sudden activity, where i'm silly on dash ... and those are the better days. there may be a span of time where i simply... post nothing, but know i do at least come on daily to check and briefly scroll dash.

anyways, stay safe this season, check in on your loved ones. as much as family parties may suck, don't take them for granted.

#» time to roll the dice ( ooc )#tw: illness #tw: stroke #ask to tag bc i left it vague on purpose but just in case #also just an update but ily all #i hope you are well.

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hey minnie! I hope this is not too out of topic but I was curious why you decided to do a side-blog and if you‘d recommend it.

I’m new to tumblr and a bit clueless but I’ve been reading your blog and saw you always give amazing answers.

I have many interests but my blog is only really devoted to one because I’m scared people will get annoyed if I reblog or post about other stuff.

just now tho, I’ve seen a post from someone I always like stuff from talking about how it’s pretty rude to not reblog and just like because of the „I like it but it‘s not good enough for my followers to see“ implication. And because tumblr is supposed to be a community and reblogging is the biggest feature.

I know your main blog is also just devoted to evanstan/stucky so I thought you might understand and have some thoughts. So I guess I’m asking what were your reasons to make a side blog and is it better to have several where I might only post very sporadically or should I just say fuck it and put it all in one but risk diminishing my chances at having mutuals? Or just continue liking and not reblogging? I don‘t know tumblr etiquette but you seem very well versed in it and if I’ll listen to someone it‘s definitely gonna be you!

I hope you have a great day and I’m a big fan

Hello sweetheart! ❤️ Thank you for your ask, this is a very interesting question, actually! And I totally understand why you'd be a bit lost here and unsure how to go about this, so I'll do my best to help.

I'll put the rest of my reply under the cut, because it got kind of long (is anyone surprised, really)

First of all, I truly truly think that being on tumblr and blogging should be something that's primarily for your own enjoyment, and I think that you can literally do whatever you like! There may be a bit of etiquette, sure, but there are no real rules (apart from not being an asshole to other people, but that goes without saying). Go wild and have fun, that's the main rule of tumblr imo! <3

Having said that though, I do understand your concerns, specifically with regard to wanting to make mutuals and friends! But also, the liking but not reblogging issue *is* kind of a problem Tumblr has been facing for a while now. I always figured it was mostly due to the influence of Instagram, which it probably is, but it's interesting to get this new perspective. I don't think I'd ever really considered that there are users on this site who *only* like certain things not because they don't like the content enough to reblog it, but because the post doesn't fit their blog's theme and they don't want to spam their followers and mutuals with things they didn't sign up for. That's interesting, and a valid consideration! And also, I really like what you said about Tumblr being a community and reblogging being its biggest feature - you get it!! <3 So I understand your dilemma, and I think making a side blog would definitely solve a lot of it, to be honest.

I personally have a few different reasons for making a side blog for my other fandom instead of just reblogging everything on my main. One of those reasons is that I myself like to curate my dash quite carefully and tailor it to my interests as much as possible. I do that by following blogs that post the kind of stuff I'm interested in of course, but also by filtering pretty much everything I have no interest in. That does mean I get a LOT of filtered posts on my dash, but after a while you kind of learn to tune them out. So because that's how I like to tailor my own dash, the idea of putting lots of stuff my mutuals and followers don't care about on their dashes just doesn't feel right to me. That's not to say I blame anyone else for using their main for all of their interests, because it's their blog, and if that's how they want to do it then good for them! I'll filter out the stuff I don't want to see and then it's all good. But it's just not how I personally wanted to do it, I'm a bit too neurotic for that. Also, because my main has a lot of followers, I'd feel extra bad for spamming so many people with other stuff, you know? 😅

On a related side note, I'll admit that I have unfollowed people whose main blog theme shifted over time from our mutual interest to something I didn't know or care about, but a few posts here and there is not going to be reason for me to unfollow. It really only happens when people completely jump ship, you know? And then there are also people I have become so close with that even that didn't affect our friendship, and I am still mutuals with them just because I like them as people and I enjoy their presence on my dash, even if I don't know what they're talking about half the time 😅 By which I'm trying to say that if you make the right friends, it won't really matter what you post and where!

Another reason for making a side blog is that I liked the freedom a new blog brought to just be as unhinged as I wanted about my other ship and interests without having to keep reiterating on my main that having a "new" interest didn't mean I was giving up my other interests, you know? I like being able to post as much as I like on my sideblog without feeling like I have to hold back for whatever reason. And maybe part of it was also that a side blog allowed me to show a different side to myself there that I don't show on my main a lot? On my side blog, no one knew me or had any expectations of how I talked or what I posted, and it's just good to just do whatever!

I'm not sure if any of that is helpful to you though, if you're still quite new on Tumblr, but maybe it provides a bit of context that might be useful. While I can't tell you for sure what the right way to go about it would be for you, because it differs from person to person, I do think making a side blog (or maybe even more than one) could be a good way to separate your interests, and not having to feel like you're annoying people either by spamming them or by not reblogging their posts. I don't think it necessarily matters if you only post on your sideblogs sporadically, by the way. You can still interact with people in those fandoms and make friends and mutuals even if you don't post constantly! I've made a few new friends in the Milex/AM fandom that only pop in every now and then, and I don't like them any less for it.

It took me a hot minute to get used to having a side blog I used frequently (I have a couple more for Bangs and such, but I don't use them often) and I did accidentally post to the wrong blog quite a bit in the beginning, but it's definitely gotten easier with time! So don't be deterred by that. I'd say, give the side blog(s) a go, and if it doesn't work for you, you can just stop using them and try a different approach! I hope that whatever you settle on will help you have a more enjoyable fandom experience, in any case 💗 Hope this very long winded reply helped a little, lovely! Sending hugs xxx

#tumblr stuff #minnie answers

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lilyofjune · 1 year

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In the Fields of Ferelden - Chapter 1 / ?

After the Inquisition disbanded, Cullen and the Inquisitor retired to a private life together. That is, after a long-overdue visit to Cullen's siblings, who were overjoyed to meet their new sister-in-law.

Set six months after the events of Trespasser with Cullen and Inquisitor Dual POVs as they navigate the family reunion, their own healing, and what lies ahead for them both.

Cross-posting here but you can also find this fic on Ao3!

Thanks for reading!

It had been nearly six months since the Inquisition had been disbanded. Six months of calling in favors, writing letters of note, securing homes and employment for as many people as they could. Six months of goodbyes to faithful servants, friends, and the family of the Inner Circle. Skyhold would remain viable, as a place of pilgrimage, and a necessary fortress for the Divine’s use. But the Inquisition was no more.

Cullen had watched her closely over these months. The Inquisitor, no, his wife now, just Mariel. She reminded him a dozen times over with a strained smile and a wave of her new amputated limb. She healed well. With all of the Divine’s own healers, she hadn’t much of a choice but to recover. Cullen had sworn, not as a Templar to the Divine, but as a friend to Leiliana, that he would report immediately if there were any changes.

But the wounds of the body were far quicker to heal than those of the mind. There wasn’t much space to grieve all that was lost when everything around you was fading away. Mariel was holding herself together with all of her strength, gracious as ever to the needs of those around her before ever addressing her own. But the laymen of the Inquisition didn’t see Mariel’s tears at night when her severed limb ached. Nor did the know how often she lay awake throughout the night, scouring over maps and missives, searching for any sign of her former friend and ally. Mariel needed to get away, separate herself if only for a moment from the remnants of the Inquisition, and the ever present ticking clock that hounded her day and night.

Cullen surprised them both by suggesting it. He wasn’t always the best at knowing when he needed rest. It was a kettle calling the pot black situation at best. Still, he of all people knew exactly what unprocessed grief and trauma did to a person. If he could relieve this burden, even just a little, he would.

He’d prepared quietly. First, he sent a letter to his sister, Mia. It had been years since he’d seen his family. A entire Blight, the rebellion at Kirkwall and the entire lifespan of the Inquisition stretched between the time he’d left home until now. She’d been hounding him with letters and any reply that he managed to find time to write received a half a dozen more. True to form, his sister managed to reply in less than three days.

Of course you may visit! It’s not as if I’ve been asking you to return home for the last two years! I’ll have Branson and his family find a place for you both to stay. Rosalie is already asking what Mariel likes to eat, and your nephew insists that you bring “the really big sword”. I can’t wait to hug you both and meet our new sister-in-law! Honestly Cullen, only you would casually mention your own wedding in a single line of a letter. I look forward to getting more details out of you in person.

Your favorite sister, Mia

P.S. What do you mean you found a Mabari?

“I’m surprised she didn’t hand deliver it,” Mariel joked when he showed her. They had been up in their room in Skyhold, the balcony doors open to let in the evening breeze. Mariel was still at her desk, elbow deep in various letters and entreaties. Her auburn hair lay in a long braid over one shoulder, frazzled after a long day. A cup of tea lay cold sat beside her and a dash of ink had managed its way across one freckled cheek.

Cullen wiped the ink away with a gentle hand. “The messenger looked as if he’d been commanded by a spirit itself.” Mariel laughed, leaning her cheek further into his palm. “I know it’s far,” he continued. “But if anyone deserves some time away, it is you.”

“I must really look like a mess if Commander Cullen is ordering a sabbatical.”

“Not ordering,” he said. “Asking.” Mariel raised a singular brow until he relented. “Fine, insisting.”

Mariel sighed, letting the facade she kept up for appearances finally fall away. Her shoulders slumped and the smile she’d held in place vanished. “Cullen. I don’t…I don’t know how.”

He pulled her away from her chair to hold her tightly in his arms, lending whatever strength he could. “I understand.”

“Just when I thought I might catch my breath, when I thought everything might be all right, it all fell apart.” Mariel said, her forehead pressed between his neck and shoulder. Her breath was soft but trembling on his skin. “It’s as if any second that I look away is another chance for something to break.”

“You’re not carrying this burden alone, Mariel,” he said. “You can’t.”

“Well of course I can’t.” Her words were biting and bitter. “I don’t even have two hands anymore.”

He’d learned long ago that there wasn’t anything he could say to that. He simply held her and when her anger bled into tears, he never let go. He simply kissed her hair and tightened his grip as the wave of grief swept over her. By the next morning, she’d agreed to go.

They left early in the morning, both of them eager to avoid any further delays or difficult goodbyes. It was only the two of them on horseback with Recruit, Cullen’s enthusiastic Mabari following close behind. It was a peaceful ride. They avoided most settlements in the Hinterlands, setting up camp only once or twice before they arrived.

The first day, Mariel asked questions about his family. Cullen answered what he could, but had to admit his own knowledge was spotty from his many years away. As they grew closer to South Reach, Cullen found himself growing nervous.

“Are you afraid that I will embarrass you?” Mariel teased when they were only a few miles away.

“No! No, of course not.” He shook his head furiously. “You could never.”

“Then what’s on your mind?”

Cullen took Mariel in. The time outdoors had given her color back into her cheeks, but dark circles still lay beneath her eyes. She’d grown thin, and despite her earlier mirth, her green eyes were still distant.

“Cullen?”

“I worry for you,” he confessed. “I worry that they’ll be too much. Perhaps it is too soon? Or we could stay somewhere else if that would be more comfortable.”

Mariel reached across the small gap between them, taking his hand in hers and giving it a squeeze. “I’ll be all right, Cullen. Besides, we’re here now. There’s no sense in turning back.”

He loathed that she was the one comforting him. Wasn't the entire point of this to help her? He raised her hand to his lips for a kiss, before he caught sight of someone on the horizon.

“I’m glad,” he said, nodding to the quickly approaching figures. “Because it looks as if they’ve found us already.”

#cullen rutherford #fanfic #cullen x inquisitor #dragon age inquisition #hurt/comfort #original fanfiction #cullen x trevelyan #dragon age fic #dragon age inquistion spoilers

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aurorabayrpg · 2 years

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EVENT 003 {MARCH 24- APRIL 1st} AURORA BAY STORM

Aurora Bay has always been toted as a paradise, a place that barely ever sees cloudy skies, much less a rainstorm. But over the past few days, news stations have been reporting of a storm that was estimated to pass over the town. The residents, however, are blindsided with just how bad it will be.

Due to the town's proximity to the ocean, what was just going to be a rainstorm became much, much worse. Crashing waves will send water and debris into the closest residencies of the ocean but stores and buildings that are more inland will still feel the affects. And due to the powerful, gusting winds, power lines will be knocked out, cutting off cell service and plunging a lot of the town into darkness.

Residents will be advised to shelter in place, whether that be with loved ones or even amongst strangers in a safe space. Regardless of where you are, we urge everyone to stay off the streets and stay safe until this passes.

OOC INFO UNDER THE CUT

OOC INFO:

Here's our next event! We absolutely want people to plot with this one, so much so that we want this to be collaborative.

We will have five safe zones, places away from the ocean that will open their doors for people looking for cover, that if you want your character to be a part of, send us their names and we will randomize them, essentially placing random characters together to encourage plotting and writing with those you may otherwise not have anything in common with! We will accept character names to randomize until Wednesday. On Thursday we will post the list of who's where so you all can have time to plot. Again, this is completely voluntary!

Other than those spots, characters can be trapped at work or at home and of course we encourage plotting for that as well for threads.

Aurora Bay Drive, being right on the beach, and establishments on the waterfront will get the worst of it, but damage will be done to businesses and homes all around town. Ocean Crest Apartments, being the furthest from the ocean, will ultimately be the safest place to be (albeit without power). However, wherever the residents find themselves is where they'll be the rest of the night.

For the safe zones, characters can of course be there already when the storm hits! However, if you have a character that you're unsure of where to put them/just want to drum up a little plotting and drama, again just message us their names and we'll plop them into one of our five locations!

Extras:

During the course of this week leading up to the storm, there will be gustier winds and cloudier skies, all signs of a storm approaching.

In game, the storm is Friday night. The dash will be open for event posts starting Friday at 11am CST.

Power will be lost in the town in game from Friday night until the early hours of Sunday morning. This included cell service. The storm itself will clear in game by Saturday morning and by then people can of course go outside

Three open starters can be posted off the bat, after that please reply to those before making your own! all threads should be tagged aurorabay.storm and should be labeled with location.

Morning After posts on the dash can begin on Monday the 27th (but of course storm posts can continue throughout the week!)

If in a safe zone, please make sure to use the tags below for your threads

ALL STRUCTURAL DAMAGE AND INJURIES M U S T BE APPROVED BY THE ADMINS. We don't want thirty characters in the hospital with broken bones and every store in town shattered, so we will accept damage/injury plots at our discretion. (Scrapes and light injuries, and mild dents and dings to places are of course okay, but anything major needs to be approved first. Any questions or if unsure, please just ask!)

The Safe Zones:

All-Nighter Diner (aurorabay.diner)

Aurora Bay College (aurorabay.college)

Golden Hour Lounge (aurorabay.lounge)

Tidal Wave Music Shop (aurorabay.music)

Aurora Bay Vet Clinic (aurorabay.vet)

#aurorabay.event #aurorabay.event003 #aurorabay.storm

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tetsunohai · 19 days

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#𝑇𝐸𝑇𝑆𝑈𝑁𝑂𝐻𝐴𝐼 . . . — an indepedent private selective original character ( SANATAKA BUSUJI ) written within gotōge koyoharu's kimetsu no yaiba adored by coma ( 24, they/them ) 18+ minors &. personals will be blocked please read rules before interacting

𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝚒𝚗 . . . — perseverance, the aftermath of puerile naivety, the exploration of invention, stalking one's prey, becoming an impenetrable wall, acts of cunning, and survival at all costs

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ[₁.] carrd.ㅤㅤㅤㅤ[₂.] memes. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ [₃.] edits.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ[₄.] self promo.

rules also below the cut.

00. DISCLAIMER / if you've seen sanataka come across your dash before . . .

01. INTRODUCTION / hey, i'm coma! i'm a 24 year old burnt out retail worker that goes by they/them pronouns and am a live-in caretaker for a relative. i hold no claim nor ownership over kimetsu no yaiba and i operate under a strict 18+ rating. minors will be blocked, and blogs without an age listed on their blog will likely go ignored.

02. PASSWORDS &. FOLLOWING / i don’t send passwords. i don’t have a password. reading rules is the first thing i do before following a blog, and i expect the same courtesy. please keep in mind that this blog is also mutually exclusive and that i will be blocking unsolicited personals and non-mutuals who interact with my posts (this includes liking my threads. please don't).

03. DISCOURSE &. UNFOLLOWING / i will not tolerate any hate towards anyone, ever. i don’t do callouts, i don’t do drama, and if someone ends up being problematic / potentially dangerous, there's a block button i'll happily use. the only other exception that may lead to me unfollowing is inactivity without a hiatus notice. but always feel free to hit me up again when/if you return, and i’ll gladly refollow!

and just a heads up! my memory is shit and tumblr is broken. if you're a mutual that has unfollowed me, PLEASE HARDBLOCK ME, if you softblock, i may assume it was a misclick on my part and refollow. i'd like for everyone to be comfortable on their own dash, so regardless of the reason, hardblocking will ensure that i don't make that mistake.

04. ACTIVITY / i maintain extremely low and sporadic activity, sprinkled throughout sunday through wednesday as my schedule allows. i'm often preoccupied with working full-time and having irl responsibilities, but i consider roleplaying a hobby and won't be around all the time to indulge. if at any point i find myself not hoping on for a month or so, i'll take that as the sign it is and take a step back. i'll post a hiatus notice at that point, and return when either my motivation returns or when life slows down again.

rest assured i'm either planning on returning or am being active somewhere else for the time being. i'm too much of an rp nut to quit cold turkey (much to my own detriment LOL)

05. OC'S &. CROSSOVERS / oc friendly, as long as you've got a bio up i am down to clown.

rn i am crossover-tentative. this is because my anime pool is hilariously small nowadays (the only ones i've watched with any consistency in the past four years have been kny, jjk, and lately frieren), and also because sana is a kny-focused oc. but if you've got a kny au, i would be thrilled to write with you!

06. CONTACT &. MEMES / memes are great icebreakers! even if we’ve never interacted before or if i even reblogged the meme months ago, you’re more than welcome to send one (or more) in and continue it into a thread to get the ball rolling. I actually prefer this to plotting!

i answer my asks in separate posts to make them easier/neater to reply to and i usually make them open-ended so that they can be easily continued.

if you are a plotting preferred blog, please do not be deterred! if you'd do me the immeasurable kindness of throwing quite literally ANY general concept my way, i have a much easier time with coming up with contributing ideas. it's the initial start off point that i seem to be terrible at.

07. SHIPPING / i’m open to all sorts of ships as long as there's chemistry! romantic, platonic, familial, antagonistic, etc. even hashing out some pre-established possibilities, given that there's a dynamic to workaround! sanataka is currently multi-singleship, meaning any relationship romantic in nature will be exclusive to ONE PORTRAYAL of a muse.

08. ROLEPLAYING &. THREADS / i'm super into multiple threads with one mun! there are always tons of scenarios to explore! and there are multi-muses to consider, but even if you're single-muse, this definitely still applies.

just please refrain from pestering me for replies! i do things at a pretty glacial pace and prioritize my real life over tumblr, so i can be pretty slow at cranking out drafts.

09. NSFW / NSFT &. SENSITIVE MATERIAL / anticipate a healthy dose of canon-typical violence, or potentially suggestive themes. i WILL NOT explicitly rp smut.

threads or blogs fetishizing incest, rape, a/b/o, pedophilia or condoning transphobia, racism, ableism, etc etc or any sort of bigotry are liable for an immediate hard block.

10. GRAPHICS CREDITS / i did em myself! slaving away with photopea! my psd is literally just a levels/exposure adjustment with a noise filter slapped on top (ツ)_/¯

#DNI. WRITTEN BY COMA. 24. THEY/THEM #BLOGROLL: BLEDF1RST / BHAALBORN / 0ROCHISAMA

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hajiberry · 3 years

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mile high club

pairing: post-time skip!Iwaizumi x f!reader warnings: language, unprotected sex, public sex, nsfw, 18+ word count: 1k summary: joining the mile high club on your way to your honeymoon with iwa a/n: i’m obsessed with newly wed iwa sooo here we have this

“Haji”,

“I’m sleeping”

“You never sleep on planes”

“Now I do”

“It’ll be fun cmonnn”, your husband opened one eye, giving you a look that said ‘it will not be fun’

“We’re gonna get kicked off this plane”, iwaizumi mumbled, sitting up and rolling his neck.

“They can’t kick us off a flying plane” leaning forward you kissed along his jaw,

“They can make it so we can never fly again” you giggled, rolling your eyes at him.

“People fuck on planes alllll the time”, his eyes widened as if everyone on the plane could hear you. Looking around he sighed, running a hand down his face before leaning in closer to you.

“If someone gives me a look I'm blaming you”, your smile widened at his words.

“Meet me in the bathroom!”, jumping up you just about sprinted to the bathroom. Iwa watched you dash down the aisle, a small smile tugging at his lips. After you disappeared behind the bathroom door he gave it a couple minutes before getting up himself and following where your excited figure had just run off to. Looking around he gave the door a discrete knock, your head quickly appeared in his line of sight.

“Funny seeing you here Mr. husband”, rolling his eyes, he slid the door open, sliding in the cramped bathroom with you.

“There's no way this is even possible in this bathroom”, he said, looking around with a slight look of disgust.

“Sure it is”, hopping up on the sink, you put your feet up on the wall on either side of Iwa, caging him in. “See, possible”, he chuckled, shaking his head with a smile on his face.

“I can not believe I signed up for this for the rest of my life”, you laughed, grabbing the collar of his sweatshirt to pull him in closer to you.

“Till death do us part baby”, he chuckled against your lips, you could smell the spearmint gum he had been chewing during departure.

“Or till we got locked up by airline security”, giggling, you rolled your eyes,

“Don’t remember that in your vows”, laughing, he leaned forward, capturing your lips in a kiss. You immediately brought your hands up to his hair, tugging lightly as he bit at your lip and pushed his tongue into your mouth. His hand came up to slide up under your sweatshirt, palming at your boob. You let out a breathy moan against his lips,

“We can’t be in here long”, he mumbled against your lips, you nodded, moving your arms down to push down his sweats, smirking, you looked back up at him.

“For someone that didn’t wanna come in here you sure seem eager”, rolling his eyes, he pushed your leggings down,

“Just because I didn’t particularly want to fuck you in here doesn’t mean I didn’t wanna fuck you”, you tried not to show how what he had just said affected you but as soon as slid his hand inside your underwear it was a dead giveaway. He looked at you with a spark of amusement in his eyes, “awe baby”, swallowing down a moan you pushed his arm,

“We don’t have time for that”, you hissed, he chuckled, grabbing your hips and bringing you even closer to his body,

“Funny, look who's paranoid now”, your reply died in your throat as he slid your underwear aside and slid himself inside you, not even giving you a minute to adjust, not like you really needed it. His jaw went slack for a minute, a low moan coming out of his mouth, bucking his hips up into you, he brought his mouth up to your ear.

“Fuck, I can’t believe I get to fuck this pussy for the rest of my life”, your head lolled back, a moan slipping past your lips, earning iwas hand coming up to cover your mouth. “ssh we gotta be quiet, can you do that for me?”, the condescending tone in his voice had you clenching around his dick. “fuck, baby, do that again”, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist you did just as he asked. Gripping the sink he slammed deeper into you, leaning your face forward you bit down on his clothed shoulder to keep from making any obscene noises that would give away in two seconds what the two of you were up to.

“‘m close”, you mumbled against his neck, burying his face in your neck he nodded,

“fuck me too”, it took everything in you not to cry out as one last thrust threw you both over the edge.

“Now I don’t wanna walk back to our seats”, you mumbled, still feeling hazy from your orgasm.

“Why?”, standing up straight, he stretched, tucking himself back into his sweats.

“What if people heard”, he shot you a glare,

“Sweetheart, this was your idea. Now you're worried about people hearing us?“, hopping off the sink, you nodded,

“I’m scared I was loud”, he shrugged,

“You’ve been louder”, you shoved his shoulder, he just smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek, “but we’re on a red-eye I'm pretty sure almost everyone’s sleeping plus no one cares”, you nodded, trying to give yourself enough courage to walk outside of the bathroom.

“You go first”, he nodded, reaching for the door then turning around and placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“This was fun let’s do it again sometime”, you giggled, shoving him,

“Goooo”, he laughed, stepping to the door and leaving you alone in the bathroom. You waited a minute before sneaking out after him, thankfully no one was waiting outside when you walked back into the plane aisle. Walking the short distance back to your seat you slid in next to Iwa, looking at him you started laughing.

“What?”, he asked, confused but still smiling at you,

“I can’t believe we just did that”, leaning back into his seat he chuckled,

“Think it’s safe to say our honeymoons off to a great start”, giggling you nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Might go as far as to say perfect start”, moving his eyes towards you he raised his eyebrows,

“Perfect?”, you nodded, leaning up to kiss his cheek,

“Perfect”

#iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime x you #iwaizumi hajime fluff #iwaizumi hajime smut #iwa x reader #iwa smut #iwa fluff #iwa headcanons #iwa scenarios #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi smut #haikyuu iwa x reader #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi hc’s #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #.writing ☕️

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tittyblade · 3 years

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tumblr etiquette 101

a list that is nowhere near exhaustive, from yours truly.

First off, welcome! Whether you’re a twitter veteran looking for anything but whatever twitter is, or a new user just done signing up, glad to see you in our ranks beloveds! Welcome home. Refer to this quick tour to make sure your fandom experience (or tumblr experience in general) is a positive one!

Disclaimer: I know it’s long, but please try to read or skim through til the end if you’re new here! This is by no means meant to be a rule book (for the most part lol), only a guide to help you get settled easier!

1) Your blog

This is where people will see and interact with you, so put some effort into it!

Try to choose a name (url) that’s simple. You can see it as your brand, it’s how people will perceive you and remember you. If you’d like to interact with other users here (and not use the site just for the content) it’s better to have something short and sweet, preferably without spaces. (Of course, these are only suggestions.) Rest assured, you can change it literally any time you want.

Have a theme. Utilize the tool that lets you edit your blog’s color or the font of your bio! You can make it match your profile picture, or your blog if it has a theme of its own. Make it feel homey :]

Fill in your bio. People will be checking out your profile probably more often than you think. Don’t leave it empty! Put in any information you’re comfortable with sharing and isn’t too personal (like your age if you’re a minor, or other TMI that can be found on other people’s carrds). It’s always better to add a name/nickname people can use to refer to you by, but feel free to use your blog description to shitpost still.

You can have an intro post. More often than not, you’ll see a blog have a pinned post, a post permanently appearing at the top of a blog until you pin another post or unpin it. You can make one of those, if you’d like to introduce yourself in more length, link any other socials or a carrd, and show others visiting your blog how you tag things so it’ll be easy for them to navigate. Not an obligation.

Keep your anonymity and your safety. It should go without saying, but there’s no harm in repeating it just in case. Your comfort, privacy and safety has the utmost importance. Don’t share any information you don’t want to. Don’t share your age if you’re a minor, or any other incredibly personal info. I’d encourage you to go by a nickname that’s not your real name, (blog name, your brand, remember?) since there’s safety in anonymity, and that’s lowkey one of the big deals of tumblr, but that’s up to you still.

Choose what you want to be visible. Your liked posts and who you follow are all things you can set to keep to yourself and hide from the publics eye, how handy! You should go through all the setting while you’re at it, set it to your comfort.

Side blogs are a thing. You can have multiple blogs that you can use for different things (see: different fandoms, art blog, etc) to keep them organized or away from your followers. Just remember that the replies and off-anon asks you send will be from your main blog, as well as where you follow other blogs from.

2) Interacting with others

You’ve set up your account, now comes the fun part!

Follow to your heart’s desire. If you care about others seeing who you follow, fear not! In tumblr, usually only two types of blogs keep their following visible to others: newbies, and big blogs using it to point people on other good blogs’ direction. Just turn it off, and go ham following people.

Customize your dashboard. Gonna mention just two things here: this is another reason why it’s really important that you follow blogs without sparing, your dash will collect dust otherwise; and you should turn off “best stuff first” in your dashboard settings, to have a better community here and all.

Follow tags. You can set it in your settings that posts with your followed tags appear on your dashboard.

You can check the og post for edits and context. When you see a reblogged post you don’t understand the context of (or don’t recognize the character in case of fanarts), click on the profile so it will take you to the original post. From there you can check the original poster’s tags to get the context, or see if there have been any edits made to the post, since when you edit a post it doesn’t update any past reblogs.

Send people asks... This is how you make mutuals, people! Do it off-anon if you’d like them to know your blog, or anon if you’d rather not! (You can still end your messages with a signature to show you’re the same person, -[name] is one example.) Send them nice messages, ask their opinion on something, discuss things, or just straight up shitpost lol. Go wild. The sky’s your limit and it’s definitely more than 280 characters.

...and let them ask you! You can set your preference in the settings, do it on desktop tumblr to access more settings tho! What you can customize on mobile is limited (like letting people ask you things anonymously, that’s only on desktop settings). In my personal opinion, it’s always better to tag their username (or a nickname you give them, if they’re a friend) on that post, since you wouldn’t want your interactions with your friends to get buried in your blog forever.

Comment on posts. If you have something to say but don’t want the post to appear on your blog you can add a comment. The owner of the post will get a notif for it, but for anyone else you need to tag them.

For the love of god, reblog. People will only see your liked posts if you have it visible to public and they specifically go on your blog to look at them. You like something? You reblog. It’s already hard for posts to circulate properly, if you don’t reblog them literally no one will see them. If not for anything do it for the artists. Just hold and drag on mobile to fast rb.

3) Your Posts

Finally here! Don’t be a lurker, post and engage!

Make use of “read more”. If your post is long, add it. That’s what you clicked on earlier to expand this post. On desktop leave an empty line and you’ll see three dots appear, and on mobile type :readmore: on that empty line.

Draft a post to come back to it later. Pretty self explanatory.

Queue your post. Whether it’s your own post or you’re reblogging, make use of the queue feature to a) not spam reblog and fill up the dashboard of people following you and b) keep your blog active while you’re gone. Mess around in the settings, it’s fairly easy to set up.

Schedule your post. Same as queueing, the only difference is you get to choose the exact time your post will go up. Handy if you want to schedule a post for certain dates like april fools, or 5 years in the future for some reason.

Format your texts. You can do all kinds of fancy stuff here (that’s a link, try pressing on it). Twitter doesn’t have this, make use of it. Changes depending on whether you’re on mobile or desktop. (Desktop has less features.)

Check your stats. If you’re trying to understand the algorithm better or want to look at some pretty graphs you can get your data on that on desktop tumblr.

@ people in comments. You’ll get all the notifs when people comment on your posts but they won’t see your reply unless you tag them in your message.

4) Tags, and tagging a post

This is where my earlier statement “this isn’t a rule book” stops being applicable. It’s not a war crime to go against these, I won’t come chasing you (don’t take my word for this) but you’ll work up a bad rep. Just saying lol.

Do NOT crosstag posts. It’s really tempting to add unrelated tags to increase your posts’ interaction, I know, but that’s not what tumblr is about. Don’t be a dick and make other communities’ experience worse for them.

Always tag your posts with “crit/critical/discourse/etc” if it calls for it. There’s no exceptions to it. This is the reason you see people migrating to tumblr. Let people enjoy things.

Don’t main tag a critical/negative post. If your crit post is about “Thing”, you add the “Thing critical” tag, but not the “Thing” tag. People block crit tags if they don’t want to see it, don’t shove it in their faces by main tagging it.

If you don’t want to see something, just block it. Another reason why people are able to survive on tumblr. You don’t start discourse, you don’t make call-outs, you block. You can find something for every community you can think of if you go looking for it. The worst of the worst probably won’t ever appear on your dash, but if you’re worried or feel the need for it, you know where the block button is.

Feel free to shitpost or ramble. More often than not you’ll see people rb a post with a comment, and their elaboration will be in the tags. The tags are only visible on your profile and the notifications of the owner of the og blog. Just a thing people do.

Reblog artists’ posts with nice comments in the tags! Commenting on a drawing is usually done through the tags (Not an obligation, again, just a thing people do. Feel free to add your comment on the rb itself if you’d want other people to see it tho!) and leave nice messages for the artists! It’s a win-win for everyone involved.

If you have more than a single follower, always use the common tw warning tags. You don’t need to tw everything, but tw’ing some common things is the bare minimum human decency. Keep it safe for others.

Tag a post “long post” if it’s really long. Pretty self explanatory. Don’t make people scroll through all that please lol.

You can use them to organize your blog. This is more of a pro tip, if you’d like to not miss a post in your blog, cause they will start pilin’ up soon enough.

#Liveblogging is pretty fun. If you’d like to talk to people during streams, don’t forget to add the relevant tags still! Again, you won’t show up on people’s dash otherwise.

Whew! That got out of hand. Hopefully I didn’t bore you too much. Check out blogs like @heritageposts and @hellsite-hall-of-fame to honor our past o7. @mcytblr-hall-of-fame too maybe :eyes:. Anyways, don’t forget the most important rule of them all:

Enjoy your stay! You’re meant to have fun on here while also making friends (if that’s your thing). Just be kind and respectful of others, you’ll get the hang of the rest! <3

#mcyttwt #mcytblr #dream team #dream smp #mcyt #dsmp #tumblr #how to tumblr #gonna tag ppl now so more users will see it lol #dreamwasteken #georgenotfound #karl jacobs #technoblade #sbi #twitter #twitter discourse #sbitwt #sleepytwt #sleepy bois inc #HOLY shit this took so long omg my back literally hurts rn #the fuckin lengths i go to make sure tumblr doesnt get tainted w twt LMAO #anyways if youre seeing this you should follow me look at how sexy i am i spent the last 2+ hours typing this goddamn list out #also: ignore how i literally sound like its 2014 at some parts here lol i tried my best #also ignore how wack the paragraph breaks are tumblrs formatting hates me and its 4 am im too tired for this #third also: some bits here are supposed to be ironic keep that in mind pls #rolan.txt #long post #save #yes im tagging my own post as save what about it

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sugawaraxo · 4 years

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sex tape

warnings: smut ofc

characters: yu nishinoya, ryu tanaka, tetsoru kuroo, koutarou bokuto

request: Hc of asking your man to make a sex tape with you? With Nishinoya, Tanaka, Kuroo, and Bokuto please! 🖤

a/n: i really like bokuto’s, his was fun to write lol

nishinoya

- with nishinoya traveling all the time because of volleyball, it gets extremely hard not to miss him a lot when he’s gone

- especially when you’re craving his touch

- most times you’re able to satisfy yourself decently well, but sometimes it’s just not enough

- and porn does absolutely nothing to help you because watching other people fuck just isn’t the same as watching as nishinoya fucks you

- so you get an idea that sparks both yours and nishinoya’s attention

- he’s very excited

“babe, can i ask you something?” you say while you massage noya’s scalp, his head resting in your lap comfortably as you two lay on the couch.

“hm?” he hums, teetering on the verge of sleep at the gentle feeling of your touch.

“what if we made a sex tape?” you question and noya’s head shoots up to look at you, eyes wide with interest.

“is this a joke? like some sort of prank? please tell me it’s not a prank.” he begs and you laugh at his response.

“no, it’s not a prank. i was just thinking about it and sometimes, when you’re away, i get really needy and it’s hard to get the kind of pleasure i’m looking for without you here. so maybe if we make a little sex tape, i can have something to watch and help when you’re away.” you explain. nishinoya stares at you blankly, his brain slowly processing each word you just said. the thought of you getting all needy when he’s not here and touching yourself while watching a video of him fucking you was more than enough to make him and his mini noya very excited.

“is that even a question? i’m so down, can we do it right now?” he asks eagerly causing you to laugh at him again.

“i mean, i don’t see why not.” you shrug.

nishinoya props himself up so that he’s hovering above you and he kisses you deeply. your lips always work together so perfectly, synchronizing in a nice steady rhythm. his hands are traveling all over your body in an attempt to get you as aroused as he already is, and it works without a doubt. noya continues kissing you and lightly grazing your sides with his fingers or rubbing small circles on your inner thighs until he earns a moan from you that makes him grin.

“i know how i want to start the sex tape.” he says confidently.

“how?”

“grab your phone and start recording.” is his only response. you grab your phone from beside you on the couch and open the camera app, pressing record and waiting for noya’s next move. he slides down your body and effortlessly discards your shorts, tossing them off to the side somewhere. he looks down in between your legs then up at you, you watching him through the screen of your phone. he gives the camera a small smirk before pressing a kiss on the lower part of your tummy, trailing more soft kisses all over your thighs, hips, and waist. he then lightly moves his lips over your core which was only being covered by the thin lace of your underwear. you begin to grow a bit impatient at nishinoya’s teasing, writhing under his gentle yet alluring kisses.

“noya, please.” you whine softly and he looks up at you for a quick second before pulling your panties down and tossing them somewhere unknown. he wastes no time pressing his mouth against your warm folds, licking circles around your clit repetitively. you to let out an airy gasp of his name and he continues to work his mouth around your clit for awhile, progressively sucking and licking more and more aggressively, just so he could selfishly earn more moans from you that make his dick painstakingly hard. and as if his tongue relentlessly moving around your clit wasn’t enough, he sticks two fingers inside of you and curls them upward to hit your spot.

“holy shit noya.” you moan, reaching your free hand down to grip onto his hair lightly while trying to maintain a steady grip on your phone with the other. he looks up at you and you nearly cum at the sight. his eyes are blown with lust and his face is flushed a pretty shade of pink. you just know this part of the video is going to constantly be on replay when it’s finished. you absentmindedly start jutting your hips against noya’s tongue, a thing you do when you’re about to unravel.

you giving him the clear sign that you’re about to cum is noya’s cue to stop, so he removes his fingers from your soaking hole and wipes his mouth clean as he sits up between your legs. you whimper a little at the cum denial, but you know exactly why he did it.

“wanna see you cum with me inside you.” he mumbles, confirming your guess.

“me too.” you respond and he smiles down at you softly which makes your heart jump. he pulls his pants down along with his boxers revealing his member. his tip is dripping with precum and you feel your pussy clench as you look at it. nishinoya takes his shirt off before saying, “yours too” and you remove yours aswell. he looks at your now fully nude body and sighs,

“how’d i get so fucking lucky?” he coos and for the second time, your hearts jumps and you can’t help but smile at his words. he presses himself at your entrance, teasing it slowly and you adjust the camera angle so that you can get more of noya’s face and body in it because that’ll come in handy later. he slides into you at a teasingly slow pace, drawing out the loud moan that’s leaving your lips. once he’s all the way in, he looks at the camera and winks before pulling out and thrusting back into you, hitting your spot perfectly. you planned on rolling your eyes at his cockiness, but your eyes end up squeezing shut at the sudden excess of pleasure.

“that feel good?” noya asks, already knowing the answer but still wanting to fuel his ego. you can’t even answer in actual words as he continues to thrust into you deeply, so you just nod and moan in response. he grins in satisfaction and thrusts into you a bit harder, not letting up on wanting to milk you of every moan you could possibly utter. he wants this video to be really nice for you since he feels guilty about being away for so long sometimes. he wants to make you feel so good so that every time you look back at this, you remember how amazing he can make you feel. he reaches down to play with your nipples a bit, making you squirm in pleasure. you use your free hand to start playing with your throbbing clit, not being able to hold back the lewd noises building in your throat. you’re a moaning mess beneath him, shaking and struggling to keep the camera steady as you get closer to your orgasm.

“here, let me take it.” noya says, grabbing the phone from you as he notices you struggling. he focuses it down on you, watching himself go in and out of you on the screen and he lets out a groan.

“noya, i’m so close.” you whimper, your chest heaving heavily as you start rubbing your clit more aggressively.

“good girl, cum for me.” nishinoya coos, making his thrusts sharper and deeper against your g-spot.

a few more thrusts and you’re arching your back off the couch and practically screaming nishinoya’s name. he smirks as you tremble beneath him, the sight completely destroying him aswell. he pulls out of you and cums all over your stomach, grunting and panting while he reaches his peak.

he wipes his mess up with his fingers then places them at your mouth, you sucking all of his faintly salty remnants off obediently and his cock twitches. after getting that all on camera, noya stops the recording and collapses next to you.

“that felt so good.” you sigh before placing a kiss on his cheek.

“it really did.” he replies, returning a kiss on your forehead. “now you can watch it whenever you want. and you better send me that video, i need it too.” he continues, handing you back your phone. you laugh at his statement and give him a quick peck before sending him the video.

you guys definitely watch it that night and go for another round.

tanaka

- he would be the one to bring it up actually

- tanaka just enjoys taking lewd photos of you in general

- he’ll come up behind you as you look at yourself in the mirror after getting ready and take a handful of your boob before snapping a pic

- or he’ll have you sit on his lap, facing towards him so he can take a mirror pic of him grabbing your ass like that

- he doesn’t post them or anything, but just likes looking at them every once in awhile

- he did print out the ass grabbing one and put it on the dash board of his car though

- it makes him feel a sense of security that he’s the only one you’ll pose in pictures like that for

- and he’s always had the desire to film you guys while having sex, to have a permanent memory of the encounter

- which is no surprise to you

tanaka is balls deep in your mouth, fucking your face at a slow yet rough tempo while muttering all sorts of nonsense as he does so. he’s leaning against the edge of the kitchen counter and you’re resting on your knees in front him, pleasing him the way he loves the most. your eyes are shut tightly as you try your best not to choke on tanaka’s length, them beginning to brim with tears a bit at the feeling of him continuously thrusting into the back of your throat. you open your eyes so that the tears would fall and you could wipe them away. but when you open them, you’re met with tanaka’s phone camera facing down at you and him looking at you with a shy smile.

“is this ok?” he asks, motioning to his phone.

“mhmm.” you hum, your mouth too full to talk.

you think it’s kind of hot being recorded actually. knowing that tanaka will go back and watch this vid countless times the same way you always catch him looking at the nsfw pictures that you two take every so often. it also gives you the motivation to be a little extra with your sucking. you wanna make tanaka weak with moans so whenever he goes back to watch the video, he’s reminded of just how crazy he is for your lips around his dick.

you hollow your cheeks a bit more, moving your wet mouth down his shaft at a teasing pace, maintaining eye contact with him in the process. he throws his head back and lets out a deep groan as your nose touches his abdomen, you completely taking tanaka’s length down your throat.

“holy fuck y/n.” tanaka pants and you smirk, now circling the tip of his dick with your tongue. you suck the tip gently, remembering to slide your tongue over the slit occasionally which causes tanaka to grip your hair roughly as he moans your name. he watches you through his phone screen, basking in the fact that he knows this will be his favorite video on the planet.

“i’m not gonna last very long if you keep this up.” he sighs breathlessly, looking down at you through hooded eyes. it’s taking every bit of his strength not to just release in your mouth right then, because you look so destroyed on his cock. there’s saliva and precum on your swollen lips and rolling down your chin in thin clear strands, your face is stained with the tears that spilled from your eyes whenever you took tanaka’s full length down your throat, and your hair is a little messy from tanaka instinctively gripping it whenever he feels his tip hit the back of your throat. it’s definitely a sight to see, a sight that has tanaka teetering on his edge. you’re about to try deepthroating him again, but he pulls you off by your hair and gestures for you to stand up.

“bend over the counter.” he grunts.

you get up and rest your stomach on the edge of the cold counter, bending over for him. he lifts one of your legs, placing it on the counter while you maintain balance with the other still planted on the floor. now your cunt is fully exposed to him and both of you shiver, you at the feeling and him at the view. tanaka makes sure he has a decent camera angle before thrusting into you. no teasing, no gimmicks, just straight to it. your body lurches forward a bit, tanaka is not taking it easy on you today and you don’t mind at all. his eyes are glued to your ass on his phone screen, watching it bounce every time he thrusts into you.

“fuck.” he moans, the grip that his free hand has on your hip growing a bit tighter. you’re whimpering with each thrust, each and every one of them hitting that spot that makes you feel dizzy. if anyone were to speak to you right now, anything you tried to say would sound like a bunch of babbling. that’s the power tanaka’s cock has over you, and he absolutely loves it.

“you ok down there baby?” he asks but you can hear the smirk he’s carrying in his tone. you say nothing, just continue to let your sweet, loud moans bounce off the walls of the kitchen. tanaka pulls you up so that your leg is still lifted on the counter, but your back is pressed flush against his body. he switches to the selfie camera and sets the phone down, resting it against a vase on the countertop so that both of you are in view.

“i want you to cum like this, ok?” he says and you nod eagerly in return. he begins thrusting into you again, placing tender kisses on the sides of your neck while his hands roam all over your body. you watch him on the phone screen, he looks just as fucked out as you do which makes you pulse around him. you move your hand down to your clit, knowing that neither of you would last much longer. tanaka slows the speed of his thrusts, but increases the precision as he aims directly for your special spot.

“oh my god ryu, i’m gonna- fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” you moan, throwing your head back against his shoulder and he looses it, just as well as you do.

he pulls out of you and cums all over your backside, some dripping onto the floor as you use the counter to stable yourself from your weakening legs. he kisses your shoulder before reaching down to grab his phone and stop the recording. then he grabs your hips and turns you towards him and plants a gentle kiss on your lips.

“that was insanely hot.” he says as he uses the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

“you’re telling me.” you sigh, still shaking slightly from your orgasm. he cleans up the mess he made on the floor with a paper towel, then makes his way back over to you and picks you up bridal style.

“well let’s go shower and maybe we can record another one while we’re in there.” tanaka smirks and you shake your head as you laugh.

i guess that’s what happens when you have a boyfriend with high stamina.

kuroo

- like tanaka, kuroo would initiate it

- kuroo loves to take pictures and videos of you to show you off

- like he’s definitely one of those boyfriend’s whose instagram has more pictures of their partner than themselves

- he just thinks you’re so cute and wants the whole world to know you’re his

- but he doesn’t want them to know what you guys do behind closed doors

- so those pics and videos stay private, for his and your eyes only

- but he definitely loves taking them while you guys are in the heat of the moment

- is 100% the type to fuck you while watching your own sex tape

“kuroo, i’m kinda in the mood to ride you.” you say bluntly to your boyfriend who is sitting across from you on the couch. he pulls his phone away from his line of vision so he could look at you, searching for any signs of a joke in your expression. but you’re dead serious.

“i mean, what am i supposed to say to that? no?” he smirks that infamous smirk of his and you have to force yourself not to roll your eyes.

“just wanted to give you a heads up is all.” you say, climbing your way over to him and straddling his lap. he lays his phone on his chest and his hands instinctively find their way to your thighs, rubbing the smooth skin gently.

“hm, go for it. i’m all yours.” he grins then lifts his arms above his head as if permitting you access to his body. you smile down at him amusedly, desire eating away at you as you process his appearance. he’s shirtless, so his muscular build is on full display for you to inherently drool over. he’s wearing a pair of shorts made of the same material sweatpants are made out of, the fabric loosely resting on his hips dangerously low now that you’re sitting there and unintentionally pulling them down a bit. he catches your wandering eyes and chuckles at you.

“you know you can look and touch, right kitten?” he teases and you allow yourself to roll your eyes at him this time.

“sheesh, can i not just admire my hot boyfriend?” you huff jokingly before rubbing your hands up his chest and down his torso tenderly. you don’t fail to miss the slight blush raising over the bridge of kuroo’s nose which makes you smile.

“only if you let me admire you back.” he says, tugging at the hem of your shirt as a signal for you to take it off. you do, bringing the piece of clothing over your head slowly, quite literally feeling kuroo’s gaze burning through you the entire time. once your top half is just as naked as kuroo’s, he starts massaging your boobs lightly and you let out a sigh at his touch. he moves his hands down your sides and over your thighs, letting them rest there again while rubbing his thumbs over your now tingling skin.

“can’t wait to watch you fuck yourself on my cock.” he groans as he scans over your entire body with eager eyes and a flush of heat runs through your body.

“yeah?” you question, beginning to roll your hips over his clothed shaft. his breath hitches and he picks up his phone that’s still laying on his chest.

“mhm, i’m gonna record it. so put on a show for me.” he grins and you feel a surge of arousal flow through you. you pull off the only piece of clothing you have left which is a simple pair of underwear, and pull down kuroo’s bottoms just enough so that you can get what you need. you grind your damp cunt against kuroo’s now hardening member in an attempt to get him fully erect. it works with ease, him getting hard for you in just a matter of seconds as he watches you desperately rock your hips against him.

you reach down beneath your body, grabbing his length and giving it a couple strokes before placing his tip at your center sinking down on him and feeling every inch stretch and fill you up perfectly. you let out a shaky breath and kuroo holds back a moan by biting his lip harshly. you begin to set a steady pace for yourself, lifting your hips up and letting them fall back down slowly enough for you to get used to kuroo’s above average size. you sturdy yourself by placing your hands on his chest, now picking up the pace of your movements.

“you’re so hot.” kuroo groans as he reaches down to grab your ass before giving it a harsh spank. you wince at the pain, but also moan at the pleasure from him massaging the cheek afterwards. you lift yourself a bit higher off of his length and sink back down quickly, causing you and kuroo to moan in unison. you continue this, lifting your body all the way up to his tip and then crashing back down to take all of him inside of you, making you both just a jumble of moans and pants.

“fuck, turn around. i wanna see that ass.” kuroo smirks and you follow his order. your now facing away from him, reverse cowgirl style, while he teases your hole with his tip. he has a firm grasp on his dick as he rubs it against your glistening folds, admiring the view in front of him.

“you ready?” he asks.

“mhm.” you hum. you move your hips around, eagerly waiting to feel him fill you up again. he chuckles at you before pushing himself into you, thrusting a couple times before letting you take the lead again. you start bouncing your hips up and down his shaft and kuroo nearly passes out. watching you ride him with your ass on full display for him is testing his strength, but he pushes through. he grabs onto your ass tightly and guides your hips to move at a bit of a slower pace.

“jesus, fuck.” kuroo moans, his grip on his phone faltering a bit as he begins to feel overwhelmed with pleasure. he tightens his grasp on the phone and starts fucking into you, matching the movements of your hips.

“yes kuroo, just like that.” you sigh, throwing your head back at the sensation.

“touch yourself, i want you to cum first.” kuroo breathes and you do as told. you rub your clit as you continue to grind on kuroo’s cock, meeting his thrusts halfway.

“mm, kuroo-” is all you manage to get out before you’re trembling and moaning, your core pulsating as you orgasm.

“fuck.” kuroo pants as he pulls out of you, giving himself a few tugs before spurting warm cum all over your ass. you two sit like that for a few seconds, letting yourselves regain stability. once you feel as though you can move again, you turn around and lay on kuroo’s chest. he’s still recording so he flips the camera to face you guys, lifts your chin, and presses your lips together lovingly.

“probably the hottest one we’ve recorded yet.” kuroo says after ending recording.

“yeah?” you laugh at his enthusiastic expression.

“mhmm, because you’re the star of it.” he smiles.

bokuto

- he comes home from practice and finds you waiting on the bed naked with your already recording camera set up on the side table

- babie is FLUSTERED

- like he just stands in the doorway, mouth gaped open, as if he’s too scared to walk in

- he’s seen you naked numerous times but you still take his breath away every time

- he’s so adorable

- finally snaps out of his trance and joins you on the bed

bokuto removes his shoes and climbs into bed with you. the contrast between him being fully clothed and you being completely naked makes both of you blush a bit.

“what’s all this about?” he asks with a quirked eyebrow, scanning your entire body which makes you tense under his stare.

“umm well, i was thinking about it and i thought it’d be really hot if we made a sex tape.” you explain.

“you wanna make a sex tape?” he questions.

“i mean yeah. it’ll be nice to have something to look back-”

“say less.” he cuts you off and practically tears off his shirt. you giggle at his excitement, already knowing that he was probably going to react this way. within the next few seconds, you aren’t the only naked one anymore and your eyes trail down bokuto’s body. just like how you never fail to amaze him, he never fails to amaze you. the way his toned muscles flex whenever he moves makes all your heat rush to your core.

“the view’s nice huh?” he teases and flexes his biceps a bit.

“shut up.” you laugh, “but yes, it is.”

bokuto grins at your compliment, then cups your face in his hands and captures your lips with his passionately. your lips mesh together effortlessly, as if you guys were made to kiss each other. bokuto deepens the kiss by swiping your bottom lip with his tongue, alerting you that he’s about to insert it into your mouth. he does just that and you let out a breathy moan that shoots right down to his dick. he hardens at your noises, kissing you deeper just to earn more. you could honestly kiss bokuto for hours. the way he always makes you feel like you’re the most fragile and precious thing he’s ever touched when he kisses you makes you feel overwhelmingly loved. though today’s makeout session is unfortunately cut short when bokuto pulls away and flips you over onto your stomach as if you weigh nothing. you let out a gasp, a little startled by the sudden force.

“sorry babe, i just really need to be inside you right now.” he admits and you laugh a little. you prop yourself up onto your elbows and knees, preparing for bokuto to insert himself into you.

“mm, look at that. all pretty and perched up for me.” he groans, rubbing your exposed cunt with two fingers. you tense at his light yet arousing touch, desperately wanting him to do more. as if he read your mind, he inserts those fingers inside of you at an antagonizing pace. you move your hips back in an attempt to speed up the friction but instead he pulls his fingers out and rests his hand on your ass.

“be” he spanks one cheek, “patient.” he finishes as he spanks the other. you whine at the stinging yet pleasurable pain and bokuto smiles sadistically while entering his fingers back inside you at a much faster rate. you moan as you watch yourself on your phone screen. you intentionally set it up using the selfie camera so that you could watch as bokuto fucked you senseless on the screen, and boy are you glad you did that. the smug look on his face while he fingerfucks you and thrusts into his own hand makes you clench around his fingers, craving something a bit bigger than the two digits.

“please just fuck me kou, i need it.” you moan. bokuto tries to pretend he’s not flustered by your words but is clearly taken aback. he could be the dominant one all he wants, but it’ll never change the fact that he goes completely weak when you beg for him.

“yeah? you want me to fuck you?” he grins, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with the tip of his painfully hard member.

“mhmm, please kou.” you hum, knowing that begging gets you anything you want with him. this instance just further proves that statement because he begins pushing into you at the same antagonizing speed he moved his fingers at. but you can’t complain since it helps a lot with getting used to his size, because he most definitely does not have the smallest tool in the shed. he continues slowly pushing his way in until his lower abdomen is pressed against your ass, his cock buried deep within your tight hole.

“fuck, you feel so good.” he moans. you glance at your phone to see what he looks like and his head is thrown back, eyes shut tightly and mouth open slightly. your body tingles at the sight, pleasure is written all over his expression and you love it. he pulls out of you and thrusts back into you with brute force. his favorite thing to do ever since he learned that it makes you scream. he pulls out of you exceptionally slowly, waits a short second, and then slam back into you relentlessly. your toes curl at his his little trick and you bury your face into a pillow in an attempt to muffle your loud moans of his name and plenty other profanities. he does this a few more times, smirking at the way you’re completely falling apart beneath him, then takes a break and fucks you at a more steady pace. though he’s no longer pounding into your sweet spot, his tip is still brushing against it and your head goes fuzzy with pleasure.

“you fuck me so good kotaro.” you moan into the pillow, gripping the sheets around you tightly.

“only the best for my pretty girl.” he smiles “here, turn over. wanna see your face.”

you flip over onto your back, now looking up at bokuto who’s smiling down at you lovingly.

“beautiful, so beautiful.” he coos, rubbing his thumb over your cheek softly. your heart drops into your stomach. you know you probably look a hot mess right now. makeup ruined from you shoving your face into a pillow, face flushed from the immense pleasure, and hair a bit messy from it all. but he still thinks you’re the most beautiful girl in existence and your heart almost can’t take it.

“can’t wait to make you cum.” he finishes and without any warning, he grinds his hips into you smoothly yet assertively. he has a tight grip on your hips as he rocks into them and you are just about losing it beneath him. you’re gripping onto his biceps, surely leaving bruises that’ll form by tomorrow. but he doesn’t mind whatsoever. he loves seeing you all fucked out as he pounds into you, sputtering all sorts of moans and lewd words here and there with each thrust. he can tell you won’t be able to hold on for much longer, so he brings his thumb to your clit and rubs small and quick circles on it. he matches the tempo of his thrusts and watches you turn into a blabbering mess at his touch.

“fuck kou, jesus christ. i can’t-you’re gonna make me-oh my god-i’m gonna-“

you’re grip on his arms gets a bit tighter as you succumb to your forceful orgasm. your eyes roll back, your back arches off the bed, and you swear your vision goes dark for a few seconds. bokuto can almost never get a full thrust in after seeing you cum and this is no exception to that. as soon as he sees you come undone, he pulls out of you and releases all over your stomach with a rich moan of your name.

“i came so hard i went blind there for a second.” you admit and bokuto busts out laughing.

“shit sorry. not really though.” he shrugs, collapsing next to you.

“hush. i’m just glad we got that all on camera. i’ll definitely be watching that soon. speaking of, can you hand me my phone?”

bokuto reaches over to grab your phone of the nightstand and you stop recording.

“twenty minutes of gold content.” you say as you look at the length of the video.

“wanna make it twenty more?”

“say less.” you reply smugly.

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