#guys i'll be out most of sunday so i will be expecting The Most when i have time to dive into the posts later that night or monday

[ahappydnp]

PHILM CLUB Rewatch #3

Joint YouNow- December 19th, 2018 (requested)

Watch in your own time, make notes, draw doodles, write meta, etc. then on Sunday, January 12th (any time) post them with the tag #philm club so we can see and reblog everyone's thoughts!

This is all VERY chill so no pressure to have anything prepared and there are truly no rules! Just vibes to pass the time while dnp honkshoo (x)

✨you will get through this pajama week✨

[sillyteecup]

A Lethal Shot Of Passion

Terry Richmond x black!o.c

Warnings:

18+

Swearing/Cursing

Minor injuries

Alcohol consumption

Innocent character held at gunpoint

Smut

Unprotected sex (please bazalwane, one condom one round)

Gunplay (minor) (logic does not live here besties)

Breath play

Degradation

Impact play

Edging

Orgasm denial

These people just might hate each other

Technically stalking ig

Word count: 5468🧍🏾‍♀️

A.N: so, here's my very late submission for the Terry Birthday bas by @megamindsecretlair . Also, introducing the Milaverse where I will be writing a bunch of oneshots, all in different universes with there only being 3 constants: Mila, Terry, and smut. I really wanted to do a fluffy one this time around but I couldn't get this out of my head, so the next one will hopefully be some cutesy stuff. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this, and thanks for reading and engaging. (also, let me know if you wanna be on the taglist for all Milaverse fics)

~Tee❤️

Ah yes, Sundays.

Good food, a glass of wine, good music, maybe a good trip, but most importantly, good old peace and quiet. Relaxation aside, Sundays meant no work calls for Mila, which meant no dealing with her annoying Team Leader, Terry. In another life, this would have been enough for her to believe in God.

Having finished what was supposed to be a weekend-long mission in Singapore in a mere day, Mila had taken her early clock out as a vacation opportunity. And so there she was, in Phuket with her locs in a ponytail, and a clay face mask, wearing nothing but her older brother's old Outkast t-shirt and a pair of white crocs, lounging before a lush mountain view enjoying her third glass of Shiraz. A knock sounded at the front door of the villa, making her groan. The knock was soon followed by the familiar voice of one of the housekeeping ladies announcing herself. Mila pressed her lips together in mild annoyance as this was the second time she'd have to exist in the company of the older and mouthy lady, completely killing the peace she enjoyed in solitude.

“Coming!” she called as she ruefully placed the glass of wine on the table in front of her.

In 5 long, impatient strides, she reached the door and opened it to a view that irritated her to no end.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she snapped, glaring at the disruption standing before her.

“Oh, room servi-” Mrs Suwan began to respond before being cut off by Mila.

“I'm sorry Mrs Suwan but I'm actually talking to the big headed oaf behind you,” Mila said, eyes narrowing at the 6’1, now green eyed, honey skinned, undying pain in her ass behind the much shorter and somewhat terrified looking Thai woman.

Terry's lips quirked into what one would swear was a smile, but to Mila was a nasty sneer. “Now Mila, that's no way to talk to your husband who's trying to surprise you,” he spoke cooly, baffling Mila. She noticed Mrs Suwan wince slightly as her body jerked suddenly.

Which meant-

“Especially after everything I went through to make it happen,” he added, now through gritted teeth, confirming her suspicion. Terry was angry, and angry Terry was someone nobody dared to knowingly tango with. Even more so when he had a weapon in his hand. So Mila played along, hoping he would release the older woman between them if she let him in.

“Mila,” Terry said, snatching her out of her head and right back into the real world. The real world where he glared at her expectantly while still maintaining that strained grin.

She swallowed her pride and wore an expression that rivaled his. “I'm sorry sweetheart, I just wasn't expecting you. Come on in,” she bit out as sweetly as she humanly could.

Although the intense staring contest with Terry continued, Mila caught a glimpse of Mrs Suwan’s posture relaxing in her peripheral, as the quiet click of a gun being put on safety sounded behind her. “Thank you, Mrs Suwan. I'll be leaving a generous tip for your services,” he said, not once letting his smoldering glare at Mila falter.

Suwan nodded and scurried away, likely about to cry or throw up from trauma. Although sympathetic, Mila paid her no mind, only focusing on Terry, whose smile instantaneously dropped the moment she left.

“She couldn't even see you smiling, you fucking idiot,” Mila hissed, making no move to let him into her temporary space.

"I was committing to the bit.”

“While holding her at gunpoint?”

“Nudge in the right direction.”

A beat passed in the middle of their back and forth as Mila took in his appearance properly. With a duffel bag slung over shoulder, he was dressed in a royal blue knit golfer that revealed his bulging muscular arms, and navy slacks that likely shaped that juicy ass she often stole glances at during training, at the gym and during post-mission se-

His face however, didn't sell the polished image too well. Aside from the likely cut that was hidden beneath the bandage on his eyebrow, the remnants of his last fight were glaring. A split lower lip, dark with dried blood, a cut healing along his tense jaw, and most obviously, the dark bruise forming below his left eye, all told her everything she needed to know about his weekend.

“You look like shit,” was all she said though, not sure if it was safe to ask why.

Terry's features scrunched up in momentary distaste at the comment, before he took another to scan her appearance, basically eye-fucking her with his cutting gaze.

“Well you don't look so fresh and so clean yourself 3-stacks,” he retorted cooly, his bluff making Mila roll her eyes.

“Whatever nigga,” was all she said before she stepped to the side to finally let him into the villa.

Terry stepped in but not without immediately dropping his back onto the one of the couches, slamming the door behind him and grabbing Mila's wrist to drag her into the kitchen. He cornered her against the counter where the rest of her ingredients lay abandoned. His nostrils flared subtly, as his usual even glare bore through her with a tinge of fury. His large hands were on her sides, gripping at the edge of the counter and caging her in should she attempt an escape.

“You've been annoyingly hard to find,” he stated, his tone low and dangerous, like him in the field.

“It's almost like that's my literal job description,” Mila bit out sarcastically, her fiery glare matching his to a T.

Terry's jaw shifted as he likely ground his teeth. Mila fought the urge to respond with a quip about how that was bad for his precious pearly whites that he cared about so much. But she had already committed to being passively rebellious and she figured he was in no mood to hear a joke about his appearance. Especially considering his current state.

“Last I checked, ghosting your Team Leader wasn't in your contract,” Terry scoffed, his burning gaze setting her skin ablaze.

“Neither is having said Team Leader barge into my personal space on a Sunday, yet here you are,” Mila snarked, getting increasingly impatient.

Terry let out a sardonic chuckle, before firmly grabbing her chin. “Mila, I am not in the best mood right now, so I advise that for your own sake, you watch your fucking tone,” he snarled, venom dripping from his deep baritone.

Ignoring the shiver his tone sent down her spine, she tilted her head up even further, her eyes blazing with defiance. “Or what? You stick a gun against my forehead till you get your way? Nah, you're too much of a bitch to do that to your equals. I know, you're gonna pull out the usual! Bend me over and fuck me silly till I catch an attitude again? Huh Bitchmond? You gonna-” her tirade was promptly cut off by the hand that previously held her chin, now firmly gripping her throat, almost promising to tear it out. An additional surprise was the cold barrel of a gun pressing her chin.

“How ‘bout I do you one better? How ‘bout I shut that big ass mouth of yours and make you gag and slobber all over this here glock. And then when you've got it all nice and wet for me, I'll use it fuck that pretty little cunt of yours till the only thing you can remember is that I am your fucking superior,” he muttered darkly, every last ounce of restraint turning to dust.

Tears pricked through Mila’s eyes as with every word he cut off more and more air from her lungs. This made her pooling arousal all the more disgraceful to an unfamiliar spectator. However this was what Mila decided she wanted the moment she invited him in. No one, except Mila dared to knowingly Tango with an angry Terry, because to her, angry Terry meant sweet, twisted release that nobody else could grant her. Only she knew which buttons to push and how. Only she could rile him up and get exactly what she wanted from his rage.

Still, she mentally cursed herself when she noticed how her lack of underwear caught his attention, like a wolf catching the scent of prey. His hazel irises darkened even more than what Mila thought was possible, as a dark sneer spread across his face.

“Of course you like that shit. You. Filthy. Little. Whore,” he snickered mockingly, punctuating every word with a taunting tap to the cheek with the gun.

“Safe word?” he demanded, loosening his grip on her neck but not completely removing his hand.

“Moonstone,” Mila choked, struggling to speak between the breaths she was trying to catch up on.

“Who?”

“Sir.”

And with that confirmation of consent, the show was back on as Terry grinned slyly. He traced the butt of the gun along her left cheek, drawing lines and circles until he reached the corner of her lips. “Safety’s still on. Open up,” he commanded raspily.

Ever defiant, Mila parted her lips and spat out a defiant, “fuck you.” Terry's grin morphed into a malicious sneer as his grip around her throat tightened once again, snatching her right to breathe.

“Now I already told you that I ain't in the mood for no bullshit, so open that fucking mouth or God help Me I'm going to rip your fucking jaw in half with my bare fucking hands,” he seethed, fury laced in his still low tone.

A spark of rebellion passed through Mila's eyes as she spat in his face. Anything to get him to completely snap and make their little game go faster.

Children, this is a cautionary tale to be careful what you wish for.

His eyes went cold, and the rest of his features emotionless. He removed his hand from her skin and took a step back to retrieve a handkerchief from one of the pockets of his slacks. He wiped the substance from his face, his features not moving an inch from their stoic state. He then balled the now wet material up and marched back up to Mila whose triumphant smirk fell into a fearful grimace as she tried to book it for the room upstairs. Unfortunately, she wasn't fast enough, as signified by Terry's iron grip on her ponytail yanking her back against him.

“You know that was fucking stupid right?” he demanded, voice ragged from his labored breaths.

Understanding that she had flown too close to the sun, Mila internally surrendered. “Yes sir,” she whimpered in a mix of fear and pain from the sting of her thoughts being snatched out of her scalp.

“And you know what comes next right?”

Mila sighed as realization set in. Nothing is ever worth a week of paralysis from the waist down, yet that was exactly what she had ordered. Lust made her irrational and now she was gonna pay the price. But what else was new?

“Yes sir.”

While parts of her legs ached from being pushed and practically dragged up the stairs of the villa, a disgusting sting of excitement burned all over Mila’s skin. Yes, she was fucked, but she was also about to be fucked: a win was a win. Even when Terry let go of her locs as he discarded her onto white covered, large double bed that took up most of the space in the room...until Terry stepped in of course, she couldn’t help but to rub her thighs together to quell the anticipation making itself known underneath the oversized t-shirt. Her Team Leader, for all his quirks on the more annoying side, was what she considered an amazing lay who never failed to shake her world up whenever it collided with his. And that was just on his more mildly frustrated, but relatively nonchalant days. Although she had never crossed this far into the inferno that was Terry’s notoriously violent rage, she had learned on a few occasions that once her little green-eyed monster’s nostrils flared, a time was about to be had, albeit at the cost of functional lower limbs.

You win some, you lose some.

She used all her might to fight the smirk that threatened to tug at her lips, but it was futile. By the way the flecks in Terry’s irises darkened blazed momentarily, she had lost dismally. He stood silently at the foot of the bed, the decade in Academi evident in his bone straight posture. In his hand, like an extension of the limb, was the tool that had aided his rampage, threatening as it gleamed against the dim glow of the lamps that illuminated the bedroom. Even with the remnants of his last fight, he still looked unreal. The soft, luscious pink lips, the glow of his honey skin, and those deep bright eyes whose natural state eluded her due to his guarded demeanor and ever changing moods, had maintained his otherworldly appearance; but the bruises and cuts that littered his godly face, came with the addition of something more rugged. His steely and borderline hateful glare melted with a drizzle of desire while he likely contemplated how to deal with Mila’s blatant disregard for his authority. Mila itched with the need to break the biting ice. She had even settled on a quip about how he looked even sexier when he was beat up, but Terry’s low and cold tone beat her to the punch. 

“You’re excited,” he noted, a hint of irritation inflecting in his tone. 

“I know what I’m in for. Sue me for reacting accordingly,” she retorted with a shrug, a miniscule prior semblance of submission having evaporated under the heat of his gaze. 

Terry let out a near silent but all the more sinister snicker as he shook his head and scratched his jaw. “You a smart little bitch aren’t ya? Aight then Einstein, that little toy you carry everywhere? In my hand. Now!” the command came out as a growl that Mila immediately obeyed. 

After a quick search through her suitcase and her second toiletry bag, Mila retrieved the hot pink and royal purple silicone toy and its accompanying lube, and immediately placed them both in his outstretched palm. Terry hummed approvingly at her obedience before speaking again: “I’m giving you 5 minutes to wash your face while I head downstairs and get something to drink. By the time I get back up here, I want you on this bed, naked, on your back and with your legs wide open for me,”  he instructed, leaving the two new additions to his arsenal on one of the complementary towels splayed across one of the corners of the bed.

And that’s exactly what she did. She rinsed her mask off then cleansed and scrubbed away at her face before moisturising. She tossed her t-shirt into the guest hamper in the bathroom and slid the crocs off her pedicured feet. She then assumed the given position, slowly lying back into the foam mattress covered in white sheets and duvets, and spreading her legs wide enough to give Terry a clear view of what awaited him.

The man of the hour returned to the room with his duffel around his shoulder, the bottle of Mila’s Shiraz, and a single glass. Mila watched, antsy as he dropped his bag near the bathroom door and set the wine and the glass on one of the nightstands. He then wordlessly moved to climb the bed, kneeling at the edge and reaching out to grab Mila by the backs of her thighs and yanking her towards him, eliciting a sharp squeal. A loud slap rang through the room, followed by a yelp. His calloused hands struck the outside of her thighs, one by one, one sharp smack after another. All Mila could muster were cries of pain and lust as the stinging on her thighs birthed an ugly baby named arousal. The suddenness of Terry’s attack sent her reeling and unable to think straight, which was ironic considering the fact that she was trained to maintain cognisance regardless of what was being thrown her way.

Unfortunately no amount of training can prepare you for the wrath of Terrence Richmond, fuck or foe.

“Just ‘cause ain’t a paddle, don’t mean you shouldn’t be counting,” Terry stated gruffly as he increased the pressure of each smack.

“I don’t know-” she cried out before being promptly cut off by a moan that tore from her own throat at an even harder crack.

“Then figure it out. Ain’t that what smart-mouthed whores like you do?” he asked, mockingly. “You better get that shit right too, ‘cause I don’t mind improvising and starting from the top to wear that ass out properly,” he promised with a malicious sneer.

Mila mentally clawed at her own brain, desperate to figure out what number they were on. Maybe in the first 5, she would have gotten to the answer immediately, but Terry had waited before reminding her, and worst of all he wasn’t even stopping. This light-skinned, grinch-eyed motherfucker had set her up for failure from the start and judging from the growing tent in his slacks, he was getting off on it. Except Mila would have had the chance to avoid the brick wall if she had just remembered to count from the start. And there wasn’t a single doubt in her mind that he would keep his promise and get creative: painfully creative. But right as the thought crossed her mind, Terry’s assault came to an abrupt halt, leaving Mila’s thighs a smoking debris on the outside and a soaked mess on the inside. He was getting dangerously unpredictable.

“Hmm, I’m over here singing your praises, calling you a genius little slut, but you can’t even do something as simple as count? Disappointing,” he taunted with a scrutinizing glare. He sucked his teeth in as he leaned over to grab the vibrator from the towel, slowly moisturizing it with the lube next to it. 

Her teary brown eyes met his steely, focused silver ones as he harshly wrenched her legs apart. His features softened when he once again caught a whiff of her sweet, vanilla-peach scent, eyes closing as the pads of his fingers danced lightly on her skin while he basked in it with a slow inhale. Mila bit back a smile at what was to come. Her pussy may have just thrown Terry off whatever treacherous course he had intended for her…or he had just cut her punishment short and was about to fuck her anyway. Either way, what bliss. Terry’s expression however turned back to stone as he had freed himself from the momentary trance. Mila held space though, hoping that despite whatever he had planned, she would still get her fill.

“You’ve gotten too damn comfortable with me Mila. I knew that little attitude of yours would be a problem the moment you were assigned to me, but I thought I could fix it. I tried tougher drills, I tried harder warm-ups, and you just got worse. So I got alternative, I tried being nice, and unfortunately all that did was make me care about you beyond your safety on the field,” he vented, still keeping his tone low and menacing. Mila recalled how he had been a nuclear asshole when she had first joined his team. He had already been a bit of a standoffish prick by the time she arrived, but her defiance against his tone and unreasonable drills sent him over the edge. 

So Mila pushed even further. Terry then reverted-actually became more tolerable than when she had met him. Sure, his tone still had a bite to it when he spoke to her, but he was more considerate and more respectful. Never nice though. Which is why she had been surprised when he told her that she was slowly becoming his weakness and that he was finding it harder and harder to pull away from her. And despite their past spats, Mila was forced to confront her desire for him and her enjoyment of their incessant push-and-pull. That was how they built what she called their “healthily toxic love affair”. Without the love of course, because to Terry, outside of his concern for her safety, it was still about keeping her under control.

“Then you let me take creative liberty when you let me fuck it out of you. I thought giving you wanted would quell that agitating fire in you, but I was wrong. So fucking wrong, because now you’re disappearing on me, ignoring warnings, calling me out my name. Spitting in my gotdamn face,” he gritted through his teeth, fingers still tracing light circles, effectively igniting another flame on her inner thighs.

Mila tucked her lip between her teeth, keeping a snarky retort down her throat because the universe knows that Terry’s fury would likely tear through it and her if she said what was on her mind.

“I can’t keep giving you everything if you can’t give me the one thing I expect of you. Come on Einstein, tell me what that is,” he said with an expectant glare.

“Respect,” Mila replied softly, earning another sharp smack, this time to her inner thigh at the incomplete answer. “Respect sir, ‘m sorry,” she whimpered.

“Trust me Mila, unless you tap out and say your safeword, you will be,” he expressed, his dark promise coated in sincerity. 

“I don’t wanna say it sir.”

“Mmmh.” 

She watched intently as he turned the vibrator on, the low hum growing with every increasing setting. Her eyes widened as he inserted the toy in her sopping cunt, immediately sending unearthly shockwaves through her body. The unholiest of potential noise complaints spilled from her lips as the vibrator worked at her clit and g-spot at once. The overwhelming sensations dulled her mind, weakening her resolve than any of the drills Terry had ever thrown at her. All she could see was the orgasmic light at the end of the tunnel, a light she ran towards until her path was blocked by an evil set of greens and her breathing being cut off. 

Fingers pinching at her nose and a heavy forearm pressing against her chest, his gaze burned through her skull as he spoke: “Nah, none of that. Orgasms are for respectful little whores. And you,” he paused to chuckle, “ain’t even halfway there.”

With that, he was off the bed, leaving Mila there to curl and writhe in the bed she had made. He bent over to rummage through his duffel before finally retrieving…a book. A fucking book. He grabbed the wine and glass from the night stand, stealing one last glance at Mila. “I’m not gon’ hold you though, this is a nice ass place,” he noted lightheartedly before retreating to the balcony, closing the sliding door behind him and getting comfortable in the hanging loveseat.

30 minutes.

That was the amount of time that Terry had left Mila to suffer for before making his return from his me-time. By then, Mila only existed between a deep seated regret for crossing someone as twisted as Terry Richmond, and an even deeper desperation for release. Although he was seated beside her, he had made no move to remove the torture machine from her pussy. All he did was watch indifferently as the toy repeatedly drilled the lesson into her while she writhed and squirmed about. Finally, he lulled her from her frenzied state, rolling her to her back and removing the vibrator. His touch felt cold against her raw skin, eliciting a pained groan. Her vision was blurred, but she could still see him smirking down at her in twisted satisfaction. 

She heard him tsk at the soaked toy before he redirected his attention to her. 

“Always gotta make shit harder than it has to be, huh? Now look at you,” he spat, still fairly vexed by her display earlier.

“‘M sorry sir. So sorry,” she managed to whimper through quivering lips. 

Terry only clicked his tongue before getting up and taking his belt off. He made a single loop, wrapping one end around his knuckles. Naively, Mila tried to crawl away, only to be manhandled onto Terry’s lap with her stomach against his muscular thighs. “You miss a number, I start again, understood?” he inquired sternly.

“Yes sir,” Mila replied with a desperate nod.

Smack! “One, sir!”

“You gon’ learn how to fucking talk to me Mila!”

Smack! “Two sir!”

“You gon’ learn to treat me with some fucking respect!”

Smack! “Three sir!”

“You gon’ learn that me and you ain’t equals!” 

Smack! “Four sir!”

“I am your superior in every sense of the fucking word!”

Smack! “Five sir!”

“I fucking own you!”

Smack! Six sir!”

“Say it,” he growled, arching her back as he held her up with a first in the now loose ponytail.

“You own me sir,” she whimpered, earning another stinging crack of leather to her bare ass.

“Ah-seven sir!”

“And?”

“We’re not equa-” Smack! “Gyahhh! Ei-eight sir!”

“Again,” he commanded.

“We’re not equals!” 

“Because?”

“Because you own me sir!”

With two final cracks of his belt to the pricking skin on her ass, Terry rolled her body off his lap, ragdolling her onto her back. He wasted no time discarding his shirt before taking his dress shoes off. His dick had all but strained against the material of his slacks from snuffing out the brat in Mila and he was ready for his more personal dues. He made quick work of his pants along with his boxers, long and girthy glory springing free for play time. Roughly grabbing her thighs and wrapping them around his waist, he lined himself up at her entrance. Her body jerked as he rammed his way into her now flooded cunt, filling her like a piece of herself that had been missing. The feeling of him bottoming out felt like she was being completed.

Mercilessly, he rammed in out of her, the sound of his pelvis slapping against her ass akin to the clap of thunder. Moans, cries, and screams of pleasure and praise slowly ate away at Mila’s voice. Her throat had begun to dry and fizzle from the way she exerted her vocal chords. The next person to hear her would think she had been at a Beyonce concert. Until they saw her body of course. Terry made her skin a foster home for his mouth, kissing, sucking and biting at whatever he could taste like a starved bear. 

“Whose fucking pussy is this?” he rasped as he fucked her mind into nothing.

“It’s yours sir! All yours,” Mila screamed, unable to contain the fire Terry's unforgiving thrusts into her.

Bright green eyes darkened with lust bore into her soul, the erotic stare making Mila even wetter. The familiar knock of impending release began knocking for Mila to open up, and she had no issue reaching for the handle after turning it away for so long. However she hadn’t accounted for Terry reading her like a novel he had finished 4 times over. Suddenly his hand was wrapped around her throat, squeezing like she were a foe.

“You thought this shit was for you wasn’t it? Nah baby, I’m just trying to catch a nut before my nap,” he growled tauntingly, a damn near demonic smirk splayed across his features. 

“Don’t get it twisted Mila. The only reason I cut shit so short is jet lag. You ain’t earned shit yet,” he chuckled menacingly, feeling spurred on by the tears in Mila’s eyes making their umpteenth appearance that afternoon.

“Bu-but…I said…I said I…’m sorry,” Mila whimpered helplessly.

“I’m sure you are. But I need that shit to stick. Need you to remember what happens when you boutta forget who the fuck you talking to. Need you to remember the consequences for taking my kindness for granted,” he said, finally about to chase his own high.

All he granted Mila was a warning before he came inside her with a guttural groan. As he caught his breath, Mila held onto a hope that maybe by some miracle, Terry was joking. Unfortunately her hope was snatched away with the feeling of him inside of her when he pulled out. Her heart dropped as he grabbed his duffel from the hardwood floor and made his way into the bathroom. With the pent up tension eating at her, she couldn’t even console herself with the view of his retreating ass. The sound of water rushing into the bathtub reached her ears, deepening her disappointed frown. But it wasn’t long before he had come back out though, once again fueling a spark of optimism in her heart, until he gently scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the en suite bathroom. As the water began to fill the large tub, Terry gently placed her body inside before retreating into the shower a mere step away.

Unsurprising considering his chronic fear of non-sexual intimacy.

Mila sighed in contempt as she slid further into the tub. The hot water soothed most of her body while stinging at her ass. If she hadn’t survived worse, she would probably be crying in pain. The water reached her neck, prompting her to close the faucet. She turned her head slightly to glance at the shower. The glass doors were blanketed in condensation, obscuring her view of the delectable looking cause of her ruining cleaning himself up. Then a mischievous thought crossed her mind.

If she couldn’t see Terry, then that meant he couldn’t see her.

So she slowly inched her hand down her abdomen, touching herself until finally her fingertips ghosted over her clit-

“Don’t even think about it!”

Mila was back in the living room, nose buried in one of Terry’s many books he always had on him, while the man in question napped upstairs. Gold Teeth by Blood Orange played softly in the background to drown out Terry’s slightly less soft snores from upstairs. Flicking to a new page, something fell onto her lap. Absent-mindedly picking up what she thought was a bookmark, Mila lifted it to hold it against the page Terry had marked. As the object lifted into her view, her eyebrow arched. The bookmark was Terry’s I.D. Her attention was immediately on the picture, displaying a slightly younger Terry with less frown lines and a mini-fro Mila wished he had kept. Even younger Terry wore the same stoic expression he was notorious for unless he was yelling. She snorted to herself before her eyes shifted to the words on the side.

Terrence James-yeah he seems like a James-Richmond

03/17/1992

Mila frowned at his birth date. She thought Terry was at least in his 40s with how uptight he was. She always chalked his appearance up to good genes and “black don’t crack”. Then there was the date formatting that never failed to irk her anytime one of her American peers or friends would show her their licenses or the time on their phones.

Oh, and there was the fact that today was March 17th.

“Kganti le Terrence wa birthday’a? I never expeded it,” she joked to herself right as the card was snatched from her hand.

She craned her neck up slightly to find Terry’s tired, unamused stare trained on her. She grinned innocently, not sure how he’d react to her little quip since he had clearly heard it. To be fair, he didn’t really move like the laws of humanity applied to him.

“You know contrary to popular belief, I’m actually a regular person,” he snarked, turning Mila’s grin into a smirk that said, “really? You?” 

He simply clicked his tongue before snatching his book too and making his way to sit on the opposite end of the couch. Not letting him enjoy his peace since he had taken hers away, she moved closer to him, nearly close enough for their arms to touch. The point was to annoy him, not violate his boundaries. Still, she poked him in the side, earning a mildly annoyed glare. For someone who had probably flown across the world to find her, despite her ensuring she was impossible to track down, he sure had a funny way of expressing his desire to be around her. She didn’t mind it though. This was the closest to nice she would ever get out of Terry and if she was being real, she liked him like this. 

“Happy birthday Dumbo,” she said, taking a shot at his ears. He rolled her eyes, a ghost of a genuine smile tugging at his lips.

“Whatever nigga.”

[koolades-world]

Hello! I hope your having a great day! I saw that requests are open briefly so I have one:

Reactions to Luke calling MC "Mom" and MC just rolling with it before they both realize what he said

Like MC helps him with something and Luke says something like "Thanks Mom!" And MC's like "Sure thing, Sweetie" before they're both like 0_0

hi!!!!! this is soooo cute omg! i love how your requests have all been luke centric. love that little guy, he deserves more attention

was unsure what characters you wanted done, so i decided to do the brothers. since it's you, if you'd like the other characters done too, just leave a comment or send a message letting me know, and i'll have it done by sunday :)

The brothers react to Luke calling Mc "Mom"

Lucifer

his heart isn’t made out of stone, so now, luke has a newer nickname bestowed to him by lucifer himself

“son”

it’s simple but it really gets to him. luke isn’t sure if chihuahua or son is worse

he tried getting lucifer back by calling him dad but it didn’t really work the way he wanted it to. it most definitely backfired on him and now he keeps accidentally saying it

Mammon

is now expecting luke to call him dad /hj lowkey mad that lucifer got the privilege first

mammon has always said he and luke have the same eyes... if he is your son, then he is now luke's father. he is ready to accept this position LOL

while you and luke are stewing in the awkwardness, of course he walks in and bluntly asks what happened

and that day marked his journey into fatherhood haha

Levi

he’s not very subtle about hiding his amusement

luke’s loud protesting only made him laugh harder

now when around luke he may or may not randomly burst out laughing because he remembered that moment

way to rub salt in the wound levi haha

Satan

he was there when it happened actually, because the three of you were doing homework together

he actually thought it was so cute, but tried to hide it because he knew luke would be embarrassed

he knew how he would feel if he accidentally called lucifer dad so he wouldn’t want to add insult to injury

luke is very grateful for how he responded :)

Asmo

he’s for sure giggling like a mad man about it

despite the fact that luke is bright red and you looked half overjoyed half sentimental, he snaps a photo for the memories

will look at it in two days and awe over it nostalgically like it happened years ago

seemingly, every time luke tries to delete this photo, it pops up in his life mysterious again. most recently, he found a printed out version at the bottom of his bowl of soup at dinner

Beel

he thinks it was really quite cute

to him, it’s so endearing that the two of you have such a close relationship. he values family more than anything else so he’s glad the two of you have a little found family

the devildom isn’t exactly welcoming after all

he doesn’t rub it in, but he holds that memory near and dear to his heart <3

Belphie

he is NEVER letting luke live this down

and I mean never

whenever he’s talking to luke about you, he’ll call you his mom instead of mc

“hey luke, your mom told me to bring this tupperware back to you from the cookies you sent over yesterday” “THAT WAS ONE TIME”

[dorabellingham]

MASTERLIST

Here you can find all the one shots from the account! I accept requests, but that doesn't mean I'll give them all.

I hope you like them and leave a like whenever you can :)

ps: I'm not very good at writing smut and you can call me Dora

🍒 - Fluff ❤️‍🔥 - Smut ⭐ - Angst

jude bellingham;

[🍒] Just like daddy

Where Jude takes your son to get his hair cut and they look alike.

[🍒] Passanger prince

When you're driving around Madrid and you tease him for not knowing how to drive.

[❤️‍🔥] Kind of night

When you meet at a club and end up making out in the bathroom. It's not completely smut.

[🍒⭐] I'm all yours

When you go to a Real Madrid party and he's dying of jealousy of you.

[🍒] Little midfielder

When he's hurt but your little boy wants to play soccer.

[⭐] Womanizer

Where false rumors of cheating arise and you end up getting hurt.

[🍒] Birthday boys

When he and your little boy have the same birthday.

[🍒⭐] My woman

Where after a serious defeat another player from the national team ends up verbally attacking you and Jude defends you.

[❤️‍🔥] Underwear

When you go to pick him up from training and things start to get heated on the way.

[🍒] Bother you

Where you guys plan to go out, but his brother has other plans, which involve disturbing you both.

[🍒] Dinner plans

Where you want to go out for dinner but have a spoiled baby at home.

[🍒] Tea time

When your little girl has a tea party and wants you to join in.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Our first time

When you decide to have your first time in the guest room. It's not completely smut.

[🍒] Are you my daddy?

Where you are a famous singer and took your son to a show, but you didn't expect that he would think Jude was his father.

[🍒⭐] El clássico

After Real Madrid's defeat in the championship the only thing he wants is to find solace in your arms.

[🍒] Cuddly boy

A sick baby and an important game, all in the same day.

[🍒] Halloween

Just a fun night of scares with your boyfriend.

[❤️‍🔥] Honeymoon

When you get married and can finally have some alone time.

[🍒] First day of school

When you discover that you are not so prepared for your child's first day of school.

[🍒] Be like them

Where you want to change your hair to go out with other wags, but he doesn't agree.

[🍒] La liga

When he's really drunk and won't stop proposing to you on international TV.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Provocations

Where your boyfriend is very focused on the game but you also want attention. It's not completely smut.

[🍒⭐] I'm here

When you have an anxiety attack after someone calls you names.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Is your mother here?

When you guys end up having a hot moment and his mom shows up. It's not completely smut.

[🍒] Fashion critic

When he asks for a private fashion show.

[🍒] Mini Bellingham

When you tell him you're pregnant.

[🍒] Boyfriend material

Headcanon of what he would be like as your boyfriend.

[🍒] Moning after

When after your first time as a couple, he does everything to please you.

[⭐] Do you still love me?

When he gets really weird around you and it seems like he doesn't love you anymore.

[🍒] Rainy nights

Where your little boy is afraid of thunder and you go to sleep together to calm him down.

[🍒] Épouse-moi?

Where he proposes to you on a random afternoon with the most beautiful words you've ever heard.

[🍒] Play with me

When on any given Sunday he is super bored and you need to entertain him.

[🍒⭐] Lond distance

When your long-distance relationship is going through difficult times.

[🍒] Fever and moody

When he's sick and just being the most dramatic person in the world.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Let's have a baby

When he enters the phase of wanting a baby and keeps asking for you whenever he can.

[🍒⭐️] Kissing in the rain

When you are fighting and you decide to leave his house in the middle of a storm.

[❤️‍🔥] Caught in the act

When you are taking a trip to his parents' house and he has a very interesting idea. It's not completely smut.

[🍒] Baby at the stadium

When you take your daughter to watch a Real Madrid game for the first time.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Play fair

When he makes you a surprise visit at dawn and things go the other way. It's not completely smut.

[🍒] Overprotect

When he becomes super protective during your pregnancy.

[🍒] Cramps

When one dawn you are not feeling well and he is super careful with you.

jobe bellingham;

[🍒] Big boy

In the middle of an english winter your boyfriend is big enough to keep you warm.

[🍒] Too short for me

Where you guys are trying to make breakfast but teasing you is way cooler.

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Irresistible

When you are too irresistible to him. It's not completely smut.

[🍒] Boyfriend material

Headcanon of what he would be like as your boyfriend.

kylian mbappe;

[🍒❤️‍🔥] Score me

When he scores the first hat trick of the season and you make a surprise. It's not completely smut.

[wednesdaynn]

birthday special

A/N: HI! omg it's my birthday and i thought i'd write a little special something from myself to you, as i'll be spending my birthday alone. So here is a little special poly!marauders smutty fic to make myself happy and not dread this awful day.

i also got a cake with the faces of multiple celebrities i love, including the OG fancasts... so

not edited, not even double checked or rewritten, i did this in 3 days and expected it to only be around 2000 words, so it might be awfull, dont blame me

This is also uploaded 9 hours after scheduled time but shhh

word count: 4388

warnings: reader who feels left out and sad on her birthday/ foursome, oral sex, penatrative sex, awkward positions and understanding lovers, dirty talk, slight overwhelming feelings so a bit of crying.

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader

It's eerily quiet in the great hall. lunch time had just passed and most of the students were spending their time outside in the great fields outside of the castle. Spring break was coming to an end and most of ‘em filled their last couple of free days soaking up the sunlight outside, a rare occurrence in scotland. except for your friends, who had been all over the place since that morning. you suppose you had been slightly jealous towards them. Every time it was someone's birthday they made sure to plan something that would interest the birthday person. 

For Lily's birthday, you had spent the evening outside after dark playing in the snow and staying up all night in the boys dorm, drinking wine and gossiping. Remus' birthday was perfect, it had fallen on a sunday, giving you guys the entire day to do nothing except to annoy Remus, plan pranks and sneak into the kitchen to eat until you guys couldn’t . For james’ you guys had planned an entire party that lasted through all the night. 

But this morning you woke up to everyone rushing around. You had thought that because it was spring break there would be a lot of time to hang out with the lot, but to your surprise, you got a kiss on the cheek from your girl friends, and your boyfriends had to get up for quidditch practice early and stayed until lunch. They wished you a happy birthday and let you unpack your presents at the breakfast table. but the celebrations were soon pushed aside for more important tasks, such as studying. 

since breakfast you hadn’t seen anyone, the first hour after breakfast spent in the common room reading a book, you had soon grown bored. you went to the library to study but found it to be too crowded with most of the students cramming for their latest exams. the hot weather tearing them down. and right before lunch you headed outside to join Hagrid in feeding the latest creature he had brought home with him. both of you working in silence. 

But lunch rolled around and you hadn't seen any of your friends. When you walked into the great hall, your boyfriends were just on their way to return to the dorms to take a long awaited shower, while Remus and Peter joined them to finish the last part of their essay. 

And you know there was an open invitation to join them. they always made sure to let you know you are welcome there, even Peter had let you know he enjoys your company, more than the boys he had said. but you didn’t want to intrude on their tasks. you already felt like you were overreacting and the boys knew you too well. you knew they’d worry about you and set their own things aside to make sure you’re okay, but you didn’t want them to do that, feeling like a burden. 

you push yourself up from the table and swing your legs over the bench. with no idea what to do the rest of the day you make your way back up to your room, checking the last couple of assignments off of your to-do list, watering the plants, stoking the fire in the room when the evening chill started to roll around and the sun had disappeared behind the clouds. you had picked up your book again, but to no avail. you were bored, extremely. and you don’t hold it against your friends, knowing that they have things to do as well since classes are starting soon again. but you had spent the entire spring break hanging out almost every day, and the one day that was important to you, they couldn’t. 

you felt left behind. turning around one more time on your bed, you let out a sigh of annoyance. Another birthday spent doing nothing, another birthday spent alone, another birthday spent depressed. you had learned your lesson the past couple of years not expecting much. but it was your last year at Hogwarts, your last year spent with friends. you had hoped this year would be different. not a quick ‘happy birthday, and we’ll see you again tonight when we are already half asleep.’ 

Was it unfair to think that way? yes, but you couldn’t care at the moment. you were feeling lonely and bored. but you picked yourself up enough to at least head  to dinner, where you were greeted with all of your friends sitting together, laughing and having fun. you walked over to Remus and sat beside him quietly, giving him a tight lipped smile while he kissed you on your temple and put his hand on your thigh. 

The entirety of dinner had been spent in silence while your friends talked. they had tried to get you to join the conversation, but your energy had been drained from the constant worrying the entire day. the hand on your thigh had left when Remus had to start eating, but the second he was done it was around your waist pulling you in closer.

"You wanna talk?” he whispered into your ear, his hot breath a comfort on your neck. you looked up at him and shook your head softly with a thin smile, not quite reaching your eyes. the thumb on your waist moves ever so slightly, rubbing comforting circles into your skin. Remus hymned and turned back to his friends, his hand not leaving your side. 

When they finished with their meal, Remus slid his arm back and grabbed your hand to bring you along with him. you walked along with your friends, every so often listening in on their conversation. you followed them up onto the moving stairs but only raised your head when you passed the door to the gryffindor common room. Remus let out a soft chuckle, his grip on your hand getting tighter. you walked after him as he dragged you up more and more stairs.

entering the top corridor the girls giggle as they open up one of the doors to an empty classroom, and Peter walks up to you, circling around until he puts his hands in front of your eyes and covers them. you let out an annoyed sigh, but smile nonetheless. Remus leads your hand further into the room where he leaves you waiting.

you tap your foot impatiently and Peter clicks his tongue in response. you hear slight rustling in the background and Marlene and Sirius whispering, although it’s louder than they probably intend to, seeing as they are bickering about godric knows what. but the noises slowly die down and someone is back at your side again holding onto your right hand. 

Peter slowly slid his hands away from your face and in front of you laid a couple of blankets with candles and a bunch of food and drinks on the floor. the tables and chairs had been pushed to the side. you look to your right seeing James and squeezing onto his hand tighter, giving him a grateful smile. He lets go of your hand and wraps it around your waist, pulling you into him. 

your eyes stare in awe at the scene in front of you. your friends standing around you with a happy smile. Mary shakes out her hands and squeals and before she can contain herself, she runs over to you and envelopes both you and James in a tight hug. 

“didn’t think we’d forget now, huh love?” you shake your head and she pulls back from your embrace holding your face in her hands. “Happy birthday sweetheart.” you give her a sweet smile and they both release, just far enough for your other friends to congratulate you. 

pulling back from all the hugs, you all make your way down to the middle of the room, filled with sweets. sitting cross-legged on the blanket across from your friends, squished between your boyfriends, you felt slightly guilty.

you couldn’t believe you thought they were capable of forgetting, or just not wanting to celebrate your birthday. or thinking they didn’t know you well enough to know how you wanted to spend your birthday. you silently scold yourself on your mistrust towards your boys and try to focus back on the scene in front of you. 

you lean into James’ embrace next to you while he puts his arm around your shoulder and try to relax into it as much as possible. “Thank you, darling,” you whisper to him. “I love it.” he just winks and holds you tighter. 

The night carries on with lots of laughter while you stuff your mouths with a bunch of food and the alcohol, which you can only assume Sirius and Mary took care of. it was getting late and everyone was relatively tipsy, you all decided it was best to head up back to bed. standing up from Sirius’ lap, all of you stumbled your way back down all the stairs and into the common room, getting dirty looks from the paintings. He held onto your waist tightly as you walked up towards the boys’ dormitory. 

taking off your shoes next to the door, you walk over to the fireplace in the centre of the room, stoking the fire with a spell, instantly warming the room. You watch as you see your boys make their way over to the bathroom individually. Coming out with pyjamas and brushed teeth, the padding of their socked feet towards their beds. You quickly ascend to the bathroom yourself, the stressful day had made you quite tired, and the slight state of drunkenness you were in didn’t help either. 

You quickly took off your makeup and brushed out your hair and teeth. Getting out of your clothes and putting on your pyjamas. You lean your head down and take a sip of water from the faucet and make your way back to their dormitory. Getting into Remus' bed you sit cross legged on the cover. 

“I’m sorry if i acted odd tonight, i loved what you guys did for me, honestly. It was the best birthday.” you say softly. Sirius's face contorts into one of confusion and he cocks his head up towards you. “What are you talking about, love?” James crosses over from his bed to yours and leans against the bedpost, his arms crossed on his chest. 

“You were fine sweetheart, but if something is bothering you, you know you can always talk about it with us right?” you nod and give James a soft smile. Remus pats your thigh. 

“Come’ere.”  you climb up higher on the bed and throw your leg over his lap, making eye contact with your lover. He gives you a soft peck on your forehead and his thumb draws circles into your waist. You feel a dip in the mattress behind you and feel Sirius his hand brush the hair away from your neck and shoulder, leaving soft peck along the neckline of your pyjama shirt. You lean into their embrace and let out a soft sigh.

You see James get on the bed on the other side of you and look over at him. “You want us to take care of you? Or do you just want to cuddle until we fall asleep?” you’re already letting go of your inhibitions while in the hold of your boyfriends, and you know they will take care of you. 

“Take care of me please.” you let out softly, looking up at him with sweet eyes. He gives you an adorning smile and a kiss on the cheek. 

Remus his hands slowly slip under your shirt, rubbing the skin underneath. He spreads his hands across your back, “lean back for me sweetheart.” Sirius whispers in your ear as his lips ghost across your jawline. You look at Remus and he nods at you, he holds you as you lean back into Sirius his arms, your shoulders resting on his chest. 

Sirius his hands move down towards the hem of your shirt and slowly inches it upwards. His knuckles grazing your skin, leaving behind goosebumps as his cold hands touch you. He moves until he reached the underside of your boobs. 

“Can i, love?” you nod as best as you can. He lifts the shirt over your breasts and skims his hands over them, brushing along your nipples and pinching them slightly. You let out a soft sigh at the contact and look away from his movements and make eye contact with Remus who winks at you. He gestures over at James to get closer and you feel James moving on the bed as he leans down on your level.

He softly brushes some stray hairs away from your face and leans in closer kissing your lips softly. You fully let go in the embrace of your lovers doting on you and your body. The kiss quickly turns a lot more fierce and you realise in this position both of your bodies have to contort to kiss properly, so James makes his way down your body, jaw, neck, clavicle bones, and just under your shirt where Sirius pulls his hands away to give James free reign to pleasure you. 

James leaves wet kisses all on your breast, and soft bites around your nipples leaving slight marks all over your chest. He finally wraps his lips around your left nipple and sucks lightly. You let out a moan at his administration and he groans around your nipples, heat flows down your body. 

Sweat starts to form on your forehead and you notice how much of a strain your body is being put on being in this position. You move your hand to tug on Remus' arms.

“You like how he’s making you feel darling?” you nod but a slight grimace pulls at your face. “This position, baby, it’s slightly uncomfortable, I'm sorry.” you apologise to them. Sirius tuts behind you and moves his hands behind your shoulder blades to give you some elevation to get up properly. 

Being sat back on Remus' lap, he slowly lifts you up from off of his lap and moves you next to him on the bed, the spot James was previously occupying. Sitting up on the bed you roll your shoulder around, letting the tight spots ease. You remove your shirt entirely from your body and Sirius softly pushes at your sternum, easing you onto your back, your head resting on the pillows. 

James resumes his former position, leaning over you and softly kissing your chest and upwards, now finally having the space to kiss your neck and leave marks all over. Sirius, who is still sitting between your legs, ghosts his hands across your stomach and reaches the waistband of your pyjama pants. He hooks his fingers underneath the band and glides them across your waist, teasing you. 

You panting beneath them, wishing they would just do more. Having 3 boyfriends and still not getting where you need them seems pathetic, but Remus just finds your frustrations comical and sweet. He puts his hand on your forehead and strokes the top of your head. 

Sirius his hands finally make their way down when he pulls down your pants and underwear at the same time, helping you lift your hips and pulling them all the way down your legs and throwing them next to the bed. You have half a mind to tell him it’s gross to leave clothes lying on the floor, but James his lips are back on your nipples and thinking straight with them is just too difficult. 

He brushes his hands on your calves, massaging them and pushing them up, leaving your knees bent. You feel Remus’ hands skim across your stomach downwards, a ghost of a touch on your mound leaving goosebumps in his wake. 

“Please, Rem?” with the comforting touch of Sirius’ hands on your calves, soothing you into a deeper rest, you can’t help but beg for Remus to touch you. 

“Since it’s your birthday, sweetheart, I'll go easy on you.” His voice sounds rough, but he complies immediately. His middle finger and ring finger skim over your slit collecting wetness from your core and he circles your clit with them. You whine, the touch of James his lips and teeth on your nipple and Remus his light circular movements on your bundle of nerves, makes you set alight. 

They’re barely doing anything, but it’s making you let out all sorts of noises you’ll probably be embarrassed about tomorrow, but for now you couldn’t care, knowing it only eggs your partners on further. 

Remus his fingers slowly move down to your hole circling it, teasing it, before finally pushing on finger in slowly. He eases it into you, taking his time, moving it in and out slowly. He watches your face intently. Making sure to catch any noise you let out, and face you make and any sign of unease. He sees your hands grab onto the blanket and takes it as his queue to add a second finger. 

No matter how many times the four of you have sex, the stretch never gets any easier. You scrunch your face up slightly. “Am i good to continue, or do you need a second?” he asks, and you have half a mind to tell him to shut up and continue, but you find it so endearing how caring he still is. “You’re good to continue, baby, was just a pinch.” he nods and continues pushing into you, but this time at a much slower pace, taking extra caution. 

Once he feels you’re rightly accommodated to the stretch, he starts pumping in slowly again. Taking his time dragging his fingers against your walls, your pussy quivering around his fingers. You feel every drag with his slow pace, the way he barely misses your g-spot. 

Your hand curls around his wrist and he gives you a smirk. “You want more, baby?” he hymns at you.  You just nod to the best of your ability. He increases his pace, only ever so slightly making you whine. You liked when he teased, but it was god damn frustrating. 

Your nails scratch at his wrist and pull at his hand hoping to speed it up even more, but Remus is relentless in giving you what you want. He makes a tsks noise, hoping to tell you off, but he sees the desperate look on your face and he almost gives in.

“Be good for me baby, and you’ll get what you want.” you nodded fervently at him. James leaves a peck on your cheek and makes his way over to your lips, kissing you with renowned vigour. Tongue sliding in your mouth. 

You feel the butterflies in your stomach making rounds at the slow pace, not enough to make you cum, but it leaves you teetering on the edge. Sirius moves closer to you, your legs on either side of his hips. He slowly takes off his shirt, making it a show for you. He leans down to give a kiss on your knee and pushes himself down onto the bed, laying down on his stomach in between you. 

Remus makes a move to take his fingers out of you, but the hand that’s on his wrist holds him there. 

“Sweetheart, let go, Sirius wants to make you feel good, don’t you wanna cum?” he asks in such an endearing voice. You moan into James’ mouth and he takes it as a queue to lean back and observe. You whine for him, wanting to feel the taste of his lips back on your once more, but he just gives you a sympathetic smile and mouths an apology at you. 

Sirius begins by slowly kissing up and down the inside of your thigh. He sucks onto the skin leaving marks behind, maroons and reds splotched all over your legs, small indentations of bite marks etched into your skin. He kisses the juncture between your thigh and mound and puts his thumbs onto your vulva.

His thumbs spread your lips apart and he lets out a groan at the sight, wetness covering your entire pussy, your hole quivering from the need to cum. You feel a warmth spread over your face all the way down to your chest. He latches his lips onto your clit, sucking on it harshly. 

“Holy fuck.” he hums around your bundle of nerves making electricity shoot up. He agrees with your sentiment. You were on edge form cumming the whole time Remus was fingering you, and this just shoots you right over the edge. Your hands make their way downwards, grabbing onto Sirius his long hair and pulling, hard. He lets out a moan at the roughness and scrapes his teeth against your clit. You give a short warning before your orgasm takes full control. You scratch at his scalp as you pull, as Sirius pulls you through the afterwaves of your orgasm. You feel your chest going up and down, heaving. 

Sirius gives a loving pat on your inner thigh before moving up again, and getting off of the bed, standing next to James on the left side of the bed. You look over at them and you feel Remus, who is still sitting beside you on the bed, take your hand and grab onto it. 

James scurries out of his clothes, first his shirt, revealing his toned chest from quidditch. Then his pyjama pants. You see Sirius next to him gulp as James’ cock springs up. James his face contorts into a look of proudness. A smirk plastered onto his face. He resumes his movements and gets onto the bed taking Sirius his former position between your legs. He spits onto the palm of his hand and strokes his cock slowly. 

“You ready, doll?” he asks you before inching closer. You let out a soft please and he strokes his cock up and down your slit. Gathering your wetness before slowly pressing into you. He inches in closer and closer, taking his time with you, letting you get adjusted to the stretch of his cock. 

You breathe in deeply, in through your nose, out through your mouth. Taking the time to enjoy the moment and feel the intimacy with your lovers. Remus who is feeling up your breasts, encompassing them with his hands and squeezing them, pinching your nipples and rolling them between his thumb. 

Sirius is still by your side, holding your hand and stroking his thumb up and comforting you. His other hand pushing away fly hairs and stroking your head, creating a soft moment between you both. Looking up at him, you can see the love and adoration in his eyes and he gives you a sweet smile. 

James’ hands rest on your waist, pressing into the skin there, you know he’s trying to hold himself back, but he’s trying to be considerate, your sweet boy. 

“It’s okay James, please.” you give him an encouraging nod and he stares at you for a while, trying to see if you are truly okay. Finding no resistance, he pushes further in almost bottoming out inside of you. He inches out slowly and pushes back in with careful intention, making sure to make you feel every drag slide against your walls. Hearing the lewd sounds the two of you make, feeling your hole contract around him. 

You both let out a sigh of relief at the sensation followed by a deep moan. He makes sure to hit you deep and slowly, dragging the sensations out. All that you feel, everything you feel coursing through your body is love. Undevoted love. Enveloped by your boyfriends, taking care of you in the way that you need. 

It encompasses your very being and you feel yourself tune out everything around you except for the feeling of safety, the pleasure of their comfort. Peace. You know they see it, see how you’re feeling, or maybe they even feel it themselves, because Sirius is squeezing tighter around your hand and Remus gives intentional soft strokes around your breast. It makes you want to cry and release every emotion you’ve felt for a while. Wanting to cry out in pure ecstasy. 

“It’s okay, you’re safe with us.” Remus tells you and you let a single tear drop when you squeeze your eyes shut. A silent ‘fuck’ leaves your mouth and your eyebrows scrunch together. They just hold you closer.

James picks up his pace slightly, his thumb moving to your clit, rolling circles on it with the pad of his finger, increasing the pleasure that shoots through your body. 

He digs his knees deeper into the mattress, laying the top of his feet flat on the bed and shifting his hips just ever so slightly, lowering them closer to the bed and his cock drags against your walls deliciously. 

James feels all his nerves being set on fire, feeling the tightening of your walls around him, the wetness making it so easy to glide in, and he feels the tip of his cock hit that spongy spot inside of you. Making you keen,

You lean your head back, releasing a loud moan. Your eyes shoot open and you grab at the bedsheet. Curling your toes and enclosing your thighs around James’ hips. You feel the familiar flare in the bottom of your stomach, the butterflies fluttering around. 

“Baby? Babes, I'm gonna cum, please.” you beg of James and he keeps repeatedly hitting your g-spot, keeping up the pace as before and tightening the circles he makes around your clit. He lets out a high pitched whine and looks down at where your bodies are connected, seeing your arousal around his cock, your hole pulsing around him. The stickiness on his thumb. 

Your breath hitches, Remus pinches your nipple, Sirius gives you a sweet kiss on your forehead and the soft strokes of James gives you everything you need to orgasm again. You squeeze tightly around James his cock and James hisses at the constriction, cumming just after you. He pumps in just a little bit longer, riding out both of your orgasms, until both of you become too sensitive. 

“You did so well darling, so beautiful for us, happy birthday baby.” 

(Down below my bday cake cuz y’all need to see it)

[trensu]

It's Will that gives him the idea.

"we don't really celebrate father's day anymore," he had said awkwardly, "but I can't hang out anyway."

"why not?" Dustin demanded. He was gonna end up bored and alone because he didn't celebrate the holiday and everyone else had plans. he had been counting on Will to keep him company.

"I'm gonna get Jonathan a new record and I want to listen to it with him," he said.

"can't he get his own records? C'mon, we could go to the arcade or something."

"no, Dustin," his tone took on a stubborn edge that made Dustin pause. "He's my brother and I love him, and he's the only guy besides Bob who's ever even tried to look out for me. So I'm sorry but I'm gonna be busy on Sunday."

Dustin didn't argue after that but it did get him thinking which is why on Sunday morning he biked all the way over to Loch Nora and started banging on Steve's door.

"what do you want, Henderson?" Steve sighed the most dramatic put upon sigh Dustin had ever heard.

"you're not my dad--"

"wow you really are genius!"

"shut up, shut up, listen to me!"

"okay, geez, I'm listening."

"you're not my dad and I don't want you to be my dad. I don't even really want a dad! Lots of dads aren't even that great and my mom already has the single parent thing down. But you taught me how to do my hair and how to talk to girls - even though that advice sucked, I didn't need it to get Suzie at all - and you're gonna teach me how to drive--"

"woah, hey, no I never said I'd do that, wh--"

"--and you've saved my life but I think we're even because I've saved your life too."

"Henderson don't you have anything better to do than harass me in my own home?" Steve said. he was using that exasperated tone he got when he knew he wasn't keeping up with what was going on but didn't want to admit it.

"actually no I don't but I'm here for a reason," he reached into his backpack and took out the gift he clumsily wrapped with scraps of brown paper bags. He shoved it into Steve's hands. "You're basically the only adult male figure in my life. And I appreciate you."

Steve squinted at the gift and then at Dustin and at the gift again before he said fussily "is this a prank? If something gross explodes from this, I swear to god, I'll--"

"Just open it, Steve!"

"Fine, fine, keep your shirt on," Steve said and tore off the paper. He blinked and in a softer tone said, "Oh."

"I don't know if you even like making models but I know you love cars and this kit looked just like yours, so yeah."

Steve stared at the kit some more. Dustin started to fidget. It was always better to be honest with your feelings but maybe this was too much for Steve. Maybe Steve didn't like him as much as Dustin did. Steve was not as enlightened about these things as Dustin.

"I've never made a model before."

Dustin hunched his shoulders and tried not to feel stupid or hurt. He should have expected this. They weren't even related. This was probably too weird. He reached out to take the gift back.

"it's fine, I can return it, whatever."

Steve raised the kit out of Dustin's reach.

"Hey, this is mine," he said.

"you don't even like it!"

"I never said that! I'm just gonna need a dweeby little nerd to help me build it. You know anybody like that?" Steve asked, batting his eyes innocently.

"you're such a dick," Dustin grumbled, fighting back a grin.

"watch your language!"

"shut up, you're not my dad."

Steve laughed as Dustin shoved his way into the house. Hours later, after much shouting and ribbing and one incident of spilled paint, a small model of the beemer was left to dry while Steve forced Dustin to watch the baseball game on TV with him. It wasn't the worst thing ever, and after Steve mentioned the statistics involved, it got way more interesting ("of course you'd like the math part, you weirdo" "you don't understand the stats do you" "shut up and watch the game, Henderson"). When the paint was dry, Dustin followed Steve upstairs and watched him carefully and deliberately place the model between a couple of sports trophies.

"yeah, I guess it looks pretty cool," Steve said with exaggerated nonchalance. "Now beat it, kid. your mom's gonna freak if you're not home when she gets back from work."

"can you give me a ride?"

"ugh, fine."

Dustin grinned. This had been, hands down, the best father's day ever. From the look on Steve's face when he placed the model, Dustin was pretty sure he agreed.

[bkdk-dump-blog]

Deku: The Amazing SpiderMan AO3 Link

Deku: The Amazing SpiderMan Chapters:

Chapter 1: I Thought Spiders Were Friendly

Chapter 2: Can’t I Just Have A Normal Day?

Chapter 3: How Can I Compare to Who I Need to Be?

Deku: The Amazing Spiderman Overview:

This is the reason why I've been so quite on here. Yes, this is a Spideypool fanfiction I've been cooking up.

Fun fact, the only reason why I even decided to write this was because I saw a lot of spiderdeku art depicting Katsuki as either a MJ or "The man behind the chair" and all I was thinking was "You're telling me that this man, Katsuki Bakugo, wouldn't try to get super powers of his own to try to catch up to Deku?! Not my Kacchan." To be fair, in some adaptations MJ actually does play an active role in SpiderMan's life but none of the fanart that I saw showed that. I loved seeing fanart of Bakugo being Deadpool and that's where the ideas really started to roll.

Just for you all to be aware, this is my first proper fanfiction I've written. I've researched how to plan out a story, knows how to write decent story arcs and themes, and stuff like that for years now. I've tried in the past with different fandoms but I always quit before anything really started. I think the pressure of expectations kept me from continuing them. This time I decided to write the chapters without posting them afterwards and draw a panel to accompany them.

I'm a visual storyteller so that's also one of the main reasons why I haven't completed a fanfiction. Even though I enjoy doing fan comics more, I'm a one women army and writing the story is the most time efficient way to tell it.

Here's the Synopsis if you're interested:

Izuku Midoriya is a poor boy who dreams big. He’s set his sights on becoming an epidemiologist and helping the world by analyzing how to prevent diseases. He has the talent and the brains to achieve what he wants, however, that all changed when he was bit by a certain spider. Faced with his new abilities, he was determined to keep his old life which led him to push away his responsibility of becoming something greater than the world he once knew. The more he denied the inevitable, the more losses he faced. Izuku has the choice to completely accept the new life given to him, or cling onto the past for as long as he can.

Schedule/Updates:

Here's how this is gonna work. Every chapter will be posted on AO3 at 7:00 p.m. (Eastern Standard Time) on Sundays.

For now I've worked on Act 1 of the story and will work on Act 2 when the Act 1 is being uploaded onto AO3. There will most likely be a gap in uploads when Act 1 is done but most likely a short one.

All published chapters on here will be in this post. All chapters will lead you to this post and all posts will have both #dtas or #deku: the amazing spiderman if you want to find it through that method.

For reference here are some of the designs I've comed up with. Izuku and Katsuki's designs are heavily inspired by nikkiyan

To be completely honest with you guys, I don't think that this story will gain a lot of traction (maybe until I upload it to AO3). I'll be glad if 10 people kept up with it. If you decide to stick around I'll be glad to hear your opinion on it :)

[starshinegazer]

Shoutout Sunday

I just wanted to collect some of the most memorable Astarion fanfics I've read so far and to give them and their authors a big ol' shoutout. These are some of the fics I strongly suggest others to check out, if you haven't yet.

Also, please feel free to comment and recommend your favorites as well! And, if you know of some of these authors on tumblr, lemme know, so I can add them too :) I'm not too good with words, so I'll be slapping some of the authors own words as descriptions (for now). Oh, and do be mindful of tags etc etc... Here goes, in no particular order:

Pieces Still Stuck In Your Teeth by howlsmovinglibrary (@wetcatspellcaster) "The Vampire Ascendent has crossed a line. Eleven years after making the biggest mistake of her life and losing the man she loved, tiefling wizard (now Archmage) Rosalie decides it’s time to put this Astarion in the ground for good. Hopefully, both her head and her heart are strong enough to see this awful task through to its end."

An Honest Lie by howlsmovinglibrary (@wetcatspellcaster) "Astarion and Rosalie think they understand each other perfectly, but they have each fallen prey to the other’s mask. As they both go forward with their adventure, will either of them dare to be honest?"

A Crooked Touch by eyes_of_the_lamb "If you want to read a story where Astarion is sweet from the start and Tav is here to fix him, this isn't the one. If you want to read about two terribly broken men spending a good long while making each other worse before they make each other better, this might be for you. If you thought the in-game romance was a little too easy and it should have been ten times more painful and difficult to convince Astarion he's worthy of love, this is definitely for you."

Perfect Slaughter by Imagineitdear (@imagineitdearies ) "Tyrus, a low-born drow with aspirations for necromantic wizardry, finds none of the hospitality he expected from his new noble patron, Cazador Szarr. Quickly he loses his life and future, his hopes and dreams—only to find something new to fight for in the unlikely arms of Cazador’s least favorite spawn."

A Novel Experience by meanboss (@meanbossart ) "Initially just an epilogue for my own game campaign with my big meaty dark urge drow, turned whole story which I accidentally deleted and am now reuploading, my bad LOL

Hope you enjoy!"

Carving Through The Dark by skitter "The realm is safe and the story is over.

Wren and Astarion descend into the Underdark in search of a new purpose, and learn a few things along the way. Namely, that healing isn't linear and sometimes love takes the long way round."

Blood In The Weave by gingealish "There is no need to breathe, but I miss it all the same. The suffocating silence, the desperate darkness have encapsulated me for I don’t even know how long; It could have been tendays or years. I’ve long since accepted my punishment, stopped trying in vain to crack the seal of my tomb against the onslaught of panic and hunger. Now I lay here, thinking of the friends I’ve lost, the lover who turned on me, and how to finally get even.

Astarion is the new Big Bad Evil Guy. Spawn Tav is rescued by a familiar face. "

When He’s all but Forgotten How to Love Again by bg_brainrot "You saved Baldur’s Gate almost 300 years ago. You died 150 years ago. On a new life now, you find that memories from your past lead you to a specific silver-haired man. Who was he, and why won't he leave you be? tldr; An Elf-Tav reincarnation story where Tav dreams about Astarion in their nightly reveries and eventually seeks him out once they reach maturity. Things definitely totally go well."

More Than Any Words by mataglap "They have saved the city and possibly the world. All is great and everyone is happy... except Astarion has been banished back into the shadows, and Tav is stuck in an uneven battle with his own oath. He's losing the fight. He knew he would from the moment he fell for Astarion. But he can't lose yet, not before they find a way for Astarion to walk in the sun again."

Inexhaustible Oil by homeward_bound "This is the absolute opposite of a redemption fic. A post-canon, fall-from-grace, "I can make you infinitely worse" kind of story, in which there is no simple happy ending. But there's mystery on the way. And dragons. True love, even. So if you're fine with that, come aboard. It's going to be a wild ride."

[migueoth]

(outdated) MIGUEOTH CRIMES NEW CHARACTER REF SHEET JUST DROPPED!!!!!!!! 🏃

I present to you, the cooler Migueoth. Better than before, huh?

Now he has just as much lore as he had before, and im going to info dump 😈

INFO DUMP BELOW ↓

Lol. I think I should start by thanking @ellenofteamcealverse for this. Because, honestly, she is basically the reason why migueoth became such a funny and iconic character (and mandy too for adopting me in january 26th, sunday at 11 am 🥺).

Everything started back at 2022... when I had a super duper mega idea: WHAT IF I made myself a snail persona? "bro im such a genius" I thought. Turns out I really were a genius there. Except Migueoth wasn't his name, he was called "Oli lesma" instead. Lesma means snail in portuguese. And he was a femboy for some reason.

After 2022, I completely forgot about oli lesma, he just became important again when I made my Tumblr account in 2024. I decided having a persona for myself would be a nice idea again, and then I remembered about oli lesma. of course I had to redesing him, and at first my idea was making him inspired on my appearence, his name was Manxs (my nickname). Not much time later his character end up blooming into a new migueoth, now inspired by Gudetama. A lazy no energy guy. That was basically getting rid of the idea of him being a reflection of myself, what started Migueoth's new character arch.

Follow Migueoth evolution below loll

I remember how one of my friends said my ideas were icky because I mentioned making more bug inspired characters. Well, turns out I end up doing it anyways.

I simply love mixing up ideas and making character designs. I'll show some of my inspirations for Migueoth

Isn't he adorable 🥺

Maybe that also makes his anatomy easier to understand now.

It's funny that even when I try not to make him inspired on myself, he ends up being like me anyways. Maybe I just have a snail personality too

Well, now about how Migueoth became Migueoth Crimes. Everything started in a sunday..... 11 AM... when I had just woke up and found out I got adopted by Mandy 😭😭 I know how random it sounds, especially when you have no idea of who mandy is. He is one of ellen's characters that for some reason is the formula of character development, and that formula accidentally spilled on migueoth! Oh no oh yeah.

Actually, 70% of his lore was made up by silly jokes that ended up being way too genius to stay just as a joke. After I got adopted by Mandy, Migueoth had to become a criminal, and thats how I just joked about him being a hitman and thats what we got lol

Jokes aside, on his actual lore, he was a criminal since his 5 first snail years

Fun fact: the biological weapon happened in real life. and I MADE IT IN 6TH GRADE. except i didn't killed anyone, unlike migueoth. Also I got away with it because im just a quiet teachers pet anyway 😊😊

As mentioned above, he also got gifted his first and only gun, since he got so attached to it they became best friends. Migueoth and Doris are partners in crime and in friendship. Connor (his brother who is the UNIVERSE basically) gifted Doris to him on his 5th birthday.

Yeah you might think "Ohhh... buts its too dangerous to give a kid a gun!" yeah exactly, but their surname is crimes what did you expect lol. Not to mention they support and influence migueoth in his criminal life in every way. You might think thats worrying but all i think is how cute a family is (PLEASE SOMEONE SAVE THAT KID)

Along with being a hitman, Migueoth also had more criminal jobs to his crimes list, but thats not all! He also had silly jobs like party mascot for kids birthdays and even babysitter. He just happens to make his dad proud.

And the question is

@mandycommitscrimes Are YOU proud of your son? 🫵🤨

I think its funny to mention he retired from most of his jobs but still has 56. At this point it's not even for making Mandy proud, he just enjoys working. Yayy a floor to mop! Yayyy dishes.

Although, he still spends his quality time with both his family and being the clumsy criminal he is. Funny to say this, Migueoth love his family just like Mandy, we could say he takes after his dad but, well, he is adopted. 😞 Sorry to break it to you, buddy.

Migueoth has his biological family and it took him 20+ years for him to finally meet them. He has two lesbian moms. They're worms for the only reason worms can change their sex when needed. So it makes the possibility of him having lesbian moms possible.

It's actually sad because Mandy kidnapped migueoth almost the same minute he was born, her mothers couldn't even take a look at his face because their baby got stolen 💔 They also didn't got time to actually name him, so Mandy was the one who named him "Migueoth". Now you may ask, wow, how did he choose such an unique name?

Random word generator.

heeehee funny lesbians worms

BRUH. JOHN SMITTY IS BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL AGAIN

ELLEN COME GET YOUR DUMB KID😡😡

shut up

aw no, he pointed out a plot hole i thought no one was going to notice 💔 I'll have to make up a nonsensical explanation to that now. Uhhh let me get another paper to explain.

We also came up with migueoth having two moms while joking. Actually it was a typo of mine. I just decided making them worms would make sense since 7th grade science class... teacher was explaining about worms and that got my attention more than it should. Yeah, i know both worms get pregnant and they lay a bunch of eggs. JUST LET ME MAKE SILLY EXCUSES PLEASE 💔

Actually...

It's because of Sthella's part of family. Basically we can say she holds snail DNA because of her dad's father. Back when her grandmother met her grandfather, interracial marriage was forbidden, so two different species couldn't marry legally.... But they married anyway. yeah.

Migueoth just got lucky to be born a snail lol. It actually would raise controversies over Sthella and Annelia. "The worms who had a snail baby" it would get in the news and newspapers but they didn't even got time to tell people about their baby because a half centimeter tall pink fly moth thing just casually kidnapped their baby. Kinda saved them from stupid questions, but that doesn't cover the fact it caused them a big trauma. Sthella and Annelia spent their lives looking for their lost baby, and when they finally found him, he was already an adult wearing a suit, holding a sentient gun with canadian accent and calling an ugly ass pink insect his dad.

Crazy, huh? Yeah, but that's just Migueoth Crimes' lore. expect me posting A LOT about him in the future because he is to precious to be forgotten.

That's it 🫶

ellen's characters:

John Smitty

Little Mandy crimes

[canirove]

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“Mrs. Mayor?” Mason says after opening the door of his apartment.

“Please not you too” she replies, rolling her eyes.

“Uh?”

“Declan and Ben always call me like that, and it is so annoying…”

“Oh, sorry. I'll talk to them and tell them to stop, though knowing them… Anyway, what are you doing here? You haven't visited me in my apartment since…”

Since they were together. If he could call what had happened between them being together.

“I need to ask you for a huge favour. You and Emilia.”

“Both of us?” Mason says.

“It is nothing serious, don't worry. I just need you to babysit Dani during the weekend.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Maybe it is something serious. Your eyes are about to pop from their sockets” she chuckles. 

“I mean… I…” he mumbles.

His ex, the one who just got engaged to the guy he hated for years for shattering his dream of becoming a football player, is asking him to babysit their kid. A kid that when she was pregnant, he thought could be his, and who then he ended up helping bring into the world. And she's asking him this after he and Emilia had an argument about him still having feelings for her. How did she expect him to react? 

“I wouldn't be asking you this if you weren't my last hope, Mason. I mean, not that you are the last person in the world I would like Dani to be with. What I mean is that from all the people I trust and that I know I can leave him with without worrying too much, you are the last one left on my list who doesn't happen to be busy.”

“I run a pub that gets packed during the weekends. I also am busy.”

“I know. But now you have Emilia with you, and things are a bit easier, aren't they?”

“Yes, but...”

“I'm sure you can find a way to make it work.”

“I… we…”

“He goes to bed quite early and sleeps until the morning. You won't have to worry about him for hours, just keep an eye on the baby monitor from time to time.”

“And for the rest of the day?” Mason asks.

“On Friday he's staying with a friend of his, you won't have to pick him up until after dinner. So it'll be putting him to bed and that's it. Then on Saturday he has a football game in the morning, so until lunch time you are free. For the rest of the day you'll have to be with him, but it's just a few hours. And then on Sunday morning too, because Rúben and I aren't coming back until the afternoon.”

“Wait, you are going somewhere?”

“Oh, yes, sorry. Forgot to tell you about that” she chuckles. “Rúben has booked us a weekend away to celebrate our engagement. Some very needed child free time, you know?”

“So you are leaving him with me to go on a romantic getaway?”

“Umm… yes?” she says. “I seriously wouldn't be asking you if it wasn't important, Mason. We really need this time away and alone as a couple, and no one else is available. Our nanny is sick, the others we know and trust are busy, Mrs. Smart is in the city, Lindsey has to stay at Daisy's… You are my last hope.”

“I… I don't know. This… Emilia…”

“I'm sure you'll be able to convince her. Please, Mason. Please” she pouts.

“I… ok, fine.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes” he sighs.

“Oh, thank you!” she says before hugging him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“You're welcome” he says, not moving a muscle or touching her.

“I'll keep you updated with everything, ok?”

“Ok.”

“Great” she smiles. “You are the best, Mason.”

“Yeah…” he says. The best, or the most stupid one.

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“I still can't believe you said yes to this, Mason.”

“I know, Emilia. But what else should I have done?”

“Say no, for example.”

“But he's just a kid. And a really good one. It's gonna be fine, you'll see” he says, giving my hand an encouraging squeeze.

“Yes. We'll see” I say as we keep walking towards Dani's friend's house. 

“This also may be a good chance for us to practise, you know?” Mason says.

“Practice what?”

“How it is to have a kid. It may help us find out if we are ready for that or not.”

“What?” I say, looking at him.

“Relax, dove” he laughs. “I was joking. But don't you want to have kids with me?”

“No.”

“What?” he says, now being the one looking at me as if I had grown another head.

“I mean… Right now I don't want to have kids with you or with anyone. In the future… I don't know” I shrug. “I've never stopped to think about it.”

“With me or with anyone? What does that mean?” he says as he stops walking.

“It's just a way of speaking, Mason.”

“A way of… speaking?”

“It means that my life is too complicated right now, and thinking about getting pregnant and bringing a kid to the world is just fucking crazy. I'm not ready. At all. So let's just focus on practicing how to make them, ok?”

“Practicing with me?”

“Who else would I practice with?”

“I don't know. Since you say you don't want to have kids with me or with anyone, maybe there is someone else” he shrugs.

“Someone… fuck you” I say, letting go of his hand.

“Emilia… Emilia, where are you going?”

“Home” I say as I start walking in the other direction.

“And Dani?”

“You can take care of him. After all, you are the one who said yes to this, not me.”

“Emilia… Emilia, wait” he says, showing up in front of me.

“Move.”

“No” he says, not letting me keep walking.

“Don't make me twist your arm, Mount.”

“Go ahead. I'm not moving until you have heard what I have to say.”

“What if I don't want to listen to you?”

“Emilia…”

“Move” I say, pushing him to the side. Though I barely manage to move him. The only thing I manage to do, is let him wrap his arms around me and basically trap me in them. 

“Emilia, I love you.”

“Yes, and?”

“And I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said what I said. It's just that… That now that we are together, I can't help but think about the future. About our future. And I see ourselves living in our own house, surrounded by a bunch of kids, and… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made my dreams a fact when I don't know what yours are. When I haven't even asked you what you want.”

“Yeah, you shouldn't.”

“I'm sorry, Emilia. I'm really sorry” he says, moving one of his hands and caressing my cheek. “Will you forgive me for being an insensitive idiot?”

“I'm already used to you being an idiot, so” I shrug.

“True” he chuckles. “Then do you…”

“Yes. I forgive you” I sigh.

“For sure?”

“Yes. For sure.”

“Thank you” he smiles.

“You know, if our kids inherit your dimple, I guess it won't be that bad. Or maybe it will be bad. Because if I can't stay mad at you once I see it, imagine if they break something, then smile at me, I see the dimple, and I can't get mad at them and ground them. That would be a disaster!”

“What?” he laughs.

“I love your dimple in case you haven't noticed” I say, touching his left cheek. “I always have, it is my weakness. And I love you, Mason. But before making big decisions that involve us both, like babysitting your ex's son for example, can we please talk about it first?”

“We can and we will. I promise.”

“Great. And I'm sorry if I overreacted a bit when you implied I may want to sleep with someone else. I instantly thought of…”

“Him?”

“Yes” I nod.

“God, Emilia. I'm so sorry. I said it without thinking and… Fuck. I'm an idiot.”

“We already knew that, Mason” I chuckle.

“Yes, but… Urgh” he says, resting his forehead on mine. “I'm sorry, Emilia. I'm really really really sorry.”

“I know” I say before we both fall silent and forget that we are standing in the middle of the street. For a while, it is just us and nothing else. “We should probably go pick up Dani. They probably are wondering where we are” I finally say.

“We should. But Emilia…” he says, stopping me when I'm about to leave his embrace. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mase” I smile. 

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“That is my bed?”

“All yours”

“It is huge, Masi!” Dani says before jumping on it. “Sorry. Mummy doesn't let me jump on my bed. I shouldn't have done that.”

“It's ok, don't worry” I smile.

“And mummy isn't here, is she?” Mason says with a cheeky smile.

“Then… Can I jump?”

“You can.”

“But be careful, Dani” I tell him.

“I will, Lilia!”

“Wait, Lilia?” 

“Yep. That's your new name. Nice to meet you, Lilia. I'm Masi” Mason smiles, shaking my hand.

“Masi sounds so… stupid” I say, whispering the last word so Dani can't hear me. 

“Then it fits me” he shrugs. “Do you think the bed will break if I join him?”

“What?” I laugh. 

“I'm gonna give it a try.”

“Mason!” I laugh again when he joins Dani on the bed and starts jumping with him.

“This is really fun, Lilia! You should join us!”

“Yes!” Dani says.

“And make you sleep on the floor because we've broken your bed?”

“I've never slept on the floor” he says.

“And today won't be the first time. C'mon, get down.”

“Don't be a party pooper, dove” Mason pouts. “Join us!”

“We have a schedule to follow, remember? His mum gave us a freaking pdf with everything we have to do. Who does that, by the way?”

“Someone who has been dating Rúben for years and is about to marry him” he shrugs. “He is a control freak, which probably is why Bluebell has been going so well since he is the mayor.”

“Well, I would not like to piss off the mayor, so c'mon. It's time to put on your pjs and wash your teeth, Dani.”

“Fine” he sighs, letting himself fall on the bed. “Masi, will you read me a story before I fall asleep? Daddy always does it.”

“I can tell you one. Do you know the story of the dove who traveled the world? It was Emilia’s favourite when she was a kid, and I would read it to her all the time before bed.”

“But Lilia is your girlfriend. Why did you read her stories before bed when she was little? Was she your girlfriend already?”

“Oh, no, no” Mason chuckles. “We were best friends when we were little, and she and her brother would sometimes sleep at my house like you are this weekend.”

“So she was your best friend, and now she is your girlfriend?”

“Yep” he smiles, looking at me. 

“Sean is my best friend. Will he be my girlfriend when I grow up?” Dani asks with a confused look.

“Let's get you ready for bed, shall we?” I quickly say. “We are already running late, and we don't want you to be tired for tomorrow's game, do we?”

“She's right, buddy. You need to rest if you want to stop all the goals tomorrow.”

“Yes!” he says, jumping on the bed again. “Will you come watch me play?”

“If we can, we will. Now c'mon, let's do as she says. She is the one in charge” Mason says with a teasing smile.

“It's ok, Masi. I like her” Dani giggles.

“You do?”

“Yep” he nods.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Mason says, lowering down his voice.

“You can, Masi” Dani whispers.

“I also like her. And very very much” he whispers back while looking at me.

“Ok, enough with being cute. Time to get ready for bed, chop chop” I say, trying to keep looking commanding while also trying my best to hide my smile. They are so cute.

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“Masi? Lilia?”

“Dani?” I yawn. “Dani, is that you?”

“I had a nightmare, Lilia” he says from the door. 

“Oh, come here” I say, opening the bed for him. “Do you want to tell me what it was about?”

“There was a monster” he says, curling up against me. “I was scared and called daddy to help me, but he didn't come.”

“Maybe daddy didn't go help you because the monster wasn't a bad one.”

“All monsters are bad, Lilia.”

“Not all of them. Look at the cookie monster.”

“Who?” Dani says.

“You don't know him?”

“No.”

“Well, he is a good monster who loves loves loves cookies. Do you like cookies?”

“I love them!” 

“Then what if tomorrow after your game we bake some? Would you like that?”

“Yes!” he says.

“Great” I say, gently running my hand through his hair. “Do you want to go back to your bed or stay here?”

“Stay here.”

“Ok. Then let's make you some room” I say, pushing Mason with my butt. He was still fast asleep. 

“What was that?” Dani giggles when he hears him snore.

“That's what keeps all the monsters away. They hear Mason snore, think it is another monster, and get so scared that they run away.”

“Oh, Masi” he giggles again.

“You are safe here with us, Dani. Go to sleep.”

“Ok” he says before hugging me. “Good night, Lilia.”

“Good night, Dani” I reply, hugging him back.

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

“And Lilia and I made cookies, mummy! They were sooooooo good! We ate them all, sorry” Dani says.

“It's ok” his mum smiles.

“And then I went to the park with Masi and we played football, and then we went to the pub to help Lilia, and she gave me chocolate milk in a glass like the ones she uses, and Declan said she wanted one too, but I told him he was too old for it” he giggles. “And daddy, did you see all the drawings I made for Lilia and Masi? Look!” he says, taking Rúben’s hand and dragging him to the corner of the pub where we had put them all. “This is you and mummy, and this is Dixie running to bite Declan because he doesn't like cats, and this is Masi and Lilia, and this is the cookie monster! Did you know there are good monsters too, daddy?”

“I didn't, no” Rúben says.

“And mummy!” Dani says, letting go of his dad and running towards her again. “We made a den in Masi's living room and we had a secret dinner!”

“A secret dinner?”

“One we can't tell you about. It is our secret” Mason winks at Dani, making him giggle. 

“What…”

“Pizza” I whisper to Rúben. “Don't tell her we skipped the pdf.”

“Ok” he chuckles. 

“And today we also had breakfast in the den and we played so much, mummy! But I also help them tidy up and even clean the pub! Mason said that when I'm older, I can help him with the beers.”

“Yes. When you are older” she says, giving Mason a not very friendly look. “But it looks like you had lots of fun, didn't you?”

“Yes!” Dani jumps. “Masi and Lilia are the best! Can I stay with them again when you and daddy have to go? Please?”

“I…”

“Of course!” I smile, everyone looking at me with a surprised look. “But let us know in advance so we can organise ourselves.”

“Yes. Sure. Umm… We should get going. It is almost dinner time, Dani” his mum says.

“Fine…” he sighs. “Thank you, Masi” he says, running towards Mason and hugging him.

“You're welcome, buddy.”

“And thank you, Lilia” he says before running towards me and doing the same. “You are the best girlfriend Masi has ever had!”

“Oh. Thank you” I say. Awkward? Very much.

“C'mon, Dani” Rúben says, picking him up. “And thank you for staying with him, guys. We really appreciate it.”

“No problem” Mason smiles.

“Bye, Masi! Bye, Lilia!” Dani waves as they leave.

“Bye!” I weave back. 

“That was… unexpected.”

“What?” I say once it is just me and Mason in the pub.

“You saying of course to Dani staying with us again.”

“Well, you were right. He is a great kid” I shrug. 

“Just that?”

“Yeah” I shrug again. 

“And have you changed your mind about anything else?” he says, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me against his body.

“Anything else?” I ask.

“Yes. Like… I don't know. Some mini versions of us running around the pub and causing chaos, for example?”

“Oh… that.”

“I don't want to pressure you or anything, but during the whole weekend I couldn't help but notice the way you looked at me when I was with Dani, and more than once I caught you taking sneaky photos and videos of us together.”

“I don't know what you are talking about.”

“Of course not, dove” he laughs. “But more importantly… I saw how you took care of him, the way you behaved around him… And Emilia, if one of the things that worries you is if you are going to be a good mum because of everything that has happened in your life, you mustn't. Because if one day we have kids, you are going to be the best mum ever.”

“You think?”

“I do” he says, caressing my cheek. 

“I also think you are also going to be the best dad ever, Mase.”

“You think?” he smiles.

“I do. I don't know when or if it'll be with me, but…”

“Emilia, I'm planning on spending the rest of my life with you. So if one day I become a father, it'll be with you or with none else.”

“But what if… What if I'm never free? I don't want you to waste your life while waiting for me, Mason. I can't do that to you.”

“What did I just say, Emilia? I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you. Only you. And I don't care how long I have to wait until you are free, because all that time would have been worth it. You are worth it.”

“Why are you so perfect, Mason?” 

“Me? Perfect? I don't know what you are talking about” he says, wiping away my tears.

“Liar” I chuckle. “I love you so much, Mason. So so much.”

“So do I, little dove” he smiles. “And speaking of doves…” he says before moving behind the counter and getting a big envelope.

“What is that?”

“A gift.”

“For me?”

“For you” he smiles.

“Ok…” I say, nervously opening it. “Mason!” I gasp when I see what is inside it. “How… what…”

“One night not long after you came back to Bluebell I was scrolling on my phone, and I somehow ended up googling it, looking if it was still available or not. I found it in a second hand shop, and didn't think twice and bought it. Since then I've kept it hidden in my place waiting for the right moment to give it to you, and after telling Dani the story the other night, I thought it was time.”

“And then you say you aren't perfect, Mase” I chuckle, wiping away my tears while looking at what was inside the envelope: a copy of the book he would read me all the time when we were kids and that I loved so much, the one about the dove travelling the world. 

“I'm not. But if you keep saying, I may start believing it” he smirks. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, Mason. I love it so much” I say before throwing myself and hugging him. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome, my little dove” he replies, squeezing me back. “You're welcome.”

[revalition]

OCT 5 - CONCEPTUALIZATION

Understand creativity. See Art in the world.

sorry so few drawings in today's (and the really lazy colouring job) I'm very tired and wanted to still get it out. I love love conceptualization!! I'll draw and colour you properly some day.

I drew him with legs in my banner (still a WIP, I need to colour it...) and I'm not sure what I like more... definitely don't ever expect tons of consistency from me haha

Alsoooo... I think I'm going to do mondays off instead of sundays so I don't split up the 4 groups across the break. and volition's realllly gonna need that extra day, I love that guy way too much

anyway! as usual tons of quotes and comments under the cut! conceptualization has sooo many amazing ones, it's too hard to limit it to 29 :(((

PALE PALE PALE

actually me the second I heard about the pale. I've spent a likely unhealthy amount of time contemplating it. I did a science project on the possible ways the Universe will eventually end when I was like 15 and only gotten worse since then, I live for this stuff. It fascinates me endlessly

ily conceptualization and volition. I had to suffer through the unbelievably embarrassing ordeal of the failed poetry the first time, when conceppy stopped it the second time I immediately fell in love.

NO why is turning him down an option??

:(

this was so vivid and sad

the whole revacholian nationhood quest is so delusional... but conceptualization is going to embrace it anyway

art cop my beloved

of course he'd find it artistic... it's definitely a statement I suppose

much love for this, conceptualization comforted me into accepting the sorry cop, like... 30 minutes into my first run

don't be sorry honey I always want to hear your artsy thoughts

Yes this is the poetry fail again... this was actually incredibly painful. Also first day of my first run, walked out of the Whirling over to the lorries. So many moments of 'what did I doooo' over picking 1 INT...

Almost every fail ends up with the failing skill giving you really really bad advice, I love how this time conceptualization is just. desperately trying to stop you from continuing. and he can't!! it just gets *worse*!! I'm not including the rest of the poem, I don't want to even look at it. conceptualization ily for trying to stop the horrors...

hehe conceptualization hates improv

ough I love this one. referring to Le Retour.

un jour je serai de retour pres de toi...

actually me as soon as the hyperfixation stops

silver stars melted down...

ough I love the melancholy of a lot of conceptualization's comments.

this one especially. it's so simple, but deeply, deeply sad. the authors of this game were definitely no strangers to grief.

I love when the skills are silly

I love these, they just make my heart happy

mm... true

hehe

I gain a year of life every time anyone mentions harry's blue soul. ily conceptualization

that's it thanks to the evil screenshot limit :((( I hit it so fast too. I'm going to actually die on Volition day. Maybe I can just type the quotes instead of screenshotting them... there's no character limit hehe

running through conceptualization's other language names through google translate: unconventional, concept formation, abstraction

I like these. Most translate directly to conceptualization, but the ones that don't are always cool.

ough I love conceptualization a lot. I barely heard from him my first run, but maxed him out the second. Him and inland empire and shivers are my lovely poetic boys.

Volition trusting Conceptualization is also extremely!!! important to me. as far as I remember, conceptualization isn't identified as compromised either. He just wants art. Even tells you to "lay off that love stuff, if you can" at one point. I'm very fond of him.

[dropthedemiurge]

So I went to see the Korean version of Angels in America today, and Taevin was amazing, as expected!

I don't feel too good to leave a full review (seriously, going outside in 35 degrees heat should give me a sick leave for work) and it was only Part 1 (3 Acts) so I'll just talk about Taevin briefly, and if anyone's interested in hearing more, I can come up with another post comparing original and Korean versions later...

Anyway, LEE TAEVIN. I was so right to fall into him (the way he acts, but also I'm in love with his voice who knows why). He was very emotional, very bold, captured original Louis so well (and delivered such fast and complicated rants nicely xD) and also - yes, we had gay kiss and implied fucking on stage as well 👀 In Asian country, talking and showing AIDS stories - it felt very unusual but as an outsider to both cultures and histories, I don't have much ground to speak on.

Also of course, some wordplays were lost but some were added, but mostly the translation was sticking to the original almost perfectly (if only I was more fluent in Korean, I could tall about it even better but I'm really glad I watched the original play first so I knew the story and what they were supposed to say (huge thanks to @dragonsareawesome123 for providing me links!). But I could tell the difference where jokes in English were supposed to land and which comedic moments in Korean striked the best instead xD It was fun noticing. But the loudest laugh (twice at that) was during Louis x Guy hookup on street lol (yes I still can't believe I watched Taevin getting "fucked" on stage the guy really chooses the most queer and bold and interesting roles in the beginning of his acting career)

And there were slight changes in decorations and costumes, and I liked some things more than original, but some original moments got lost.

There are two actors for Prior and tbh I went to see the more popular one because everyone said he's been acting in dramas and other cast worked for me but... I didn't get enough tbh x) Like, Yoo Seungho was good and he was also emotional and delivered lines well - but I guess, I just didn't get the Sick Gay Drag Queen vibes as much as in the original xD I mean, man was so toned and had abs! But the actor himself is thin so it can't be helped Ig, Koreans aren't pale :D

Plus, he was supposed to be contrasting to Louis and Joe but he was less flamboyant so I guess that's the only flaw I can point out. I'll go watch second actor in the second part of the play to compare acting between Korean versions and not with western one, it's going to be interesting.

But still, Seungho himself did a good job with acting with his body and emotional delivery, I'm merely comparing to the original play. He was also very sweet when he came out to the fans after the play ^^

Anyway, the rest of the cast was great as well, the explicity from original - in both language and portrayed things - stayed there and only details ended up more smoothed iut (more Asian style?)

The Art hall was almost full on Sunday, which I was surprised to see for such story, and I saw a lot of couples and people in their 30-40s and nobody left mid-break which to me is a good sign xD

That was a nice experience, it was my first time seeing or knowing about Angels in America too, I'm definitely gonna go for Part 2 because that's where the most of the fun is :D

Tagging @doyou000me @non-binarypal7 who were interested in my review (if you watched the original, I can share more about the actual lines and moments xD)

[nanaarchy]

Any ETA on when you'll post your Invisobang fic? (This isn't me trying to hurry you I am genuinely just curious so I know when to look for it)

HEY GUYS!!

first off I just wanted to say i am so so happy to see the excitement for this fic??? like its so crazy to me to see so so so many people hyped for it sbgkhskshgs i hope i deliver something good :") i think it's not gonna be what people expect it to be, it's a combination of factors that I haven't seen anywhere on ao3, so im excited to see reactions lol. im still happy so many of yall wanna read it,, soobbign... cyring....

during the IB months I wrote 6 out of 8 chapters, abt 3k words each? is that a solid amount of words per chapter? no clue tbh. plus I had to rewrite a bunch, oops. I really am Not a fast writer

and so much has been happening irl, ive been hella busy :( honestly i was very much hit with the ao3 author curse lmao

and thus, many delays. but I am currently finishing the last two chapters, and once I finish this one i'll start posting!!

soooo, ETA?

Sunday the 15th!!

or maybe monday the 16th. my posting deadline is this weekend so i wanna start sharing things already ^^ and i'll prooobably post a chapter every two days >:) yippee

shout out to @zillychu (here!) and @they-bite (here!) for making the art for this fic. theyre absolute angels, incredible jaw-dropping awe-inspiring breath-taking artists <3333 GO GO GO LOOK AT THEIR ART PIECES !!! thank you both for being so so patient with how long this fic is taking. YOU GUYS ARE ABSOLUTE SWEETHEARTS!! you were both so supportive with everything, your excitement really fueled me to keep going with this wild fic, and i am so so so grateful for having been paired with two of my absolute favorite phandom artists. the stars really aligned to put me on a team with the kindest most skilled more ingenious artists i've seen around these parts, two artists that chose to make art for my silly little goofy fic, and i am beyond thankful. yall are gems <3

thank you guys for being so patient as well!!! <3

[bridgetoesoteria]

💓Sunday Special: What lessons are your ancestors tired of you repeating?

In the spirit of Sunday, I wanted to post something that digs deep. What lesson(s) do they see you constantly repeating? Why does it matter? How can you move past it?

This reading is open to anyone who believes in some kind of guiding higher power, you needn't resonate with the term "ancestors." I'll be using terms interchangeably throughout.

As always, piles are left to right and I hope it resonates 😙

~ K

No TL;DRs with this post. Sorry not sorry 💋

Pile 1

Spread: 6 of Swords, The Lovers, King of Wands, Justice. Bottom of deck is The Star.

So this will be your main spread. It is about the lesson they see you repeating the most. When I started shuffling I heard "naive/naivete." I also heard, "you can't heal in the place that you are broken." I don't know if that's exactly how the phrase goes, but the gist is that you can't expect to get better in the same place that is harming you.

Coming back to your spread, for many of you this is pretty cut and clear. You are back and forth with someone. You could be in a constant "healing cycle" because of this person or situation. For some of you this person could be your dad. Maybe you would like to build a healthy relationship with them but it never works out. For others, I think this is some kind of romantic situation.

I've never seen the lovers card in this way but I'm noticing how much smaller the girl looks than the guy. Some of you could deal with toxic men who are older than you or controlling. **TW: Abuse** I clarified and it seems like some of you could be in an abusive situation which could explain the cyclical nature I was picking up on.

Whatever it is clearly breaks you down. You may want to end whatever this is but you don't know if you can trust your intuition and that you will be okay.

To be very clear, I do not believe in any kind of victim blaming. I wasn't expecting this message. So I don't mean "lesson," as way to imply you are doing it to yourself. In this pile its more like what concerning cycle are you repeating.

Why does it matter

I'm using this relationship question deck I bought online. Its not made with the purposes of tarot. The two cards on the left came out together which I think is meaningful.

It matters that you break this cycle because it is important that you build trust in yourself and your spirituality. Whatever higher power(s) you believe in, do you believe they can take you through anything? Do you believe that you will be supported if you take step in the direction you feel guided? This repeating scenario is similar to picking at a scab or poking at a wound. It is hurting you in the same place again and again, so you can never fully heal. For some of you, you may have kids that are watching you repeat this cycle.

Besides that I am finding it hard to pick up on anything else. So I think you are supposed to look over the cards and do some soul searching. It will probably have a different message for everyone.

How can you move past it

Power and Intention (Oracle) + Ease and Grace (Oracle)

I do think its worth noting that Guardian Angel is a the bottom of the deck. More than anything, I am getting to trust your angels (or guides, ancestors... you know what I mean). They don't want you to rush the process or to look to far ahead. Take everything step by step and remain grounded. Reach out to on your spirit team and trust the guidance you receive. Rely on any strong friends you have around you.

For some I am getting a male family member. This person could be older you and pretty serious, but their eyes hold a lot of emotion. Deep down they want to see you do better and will step up if you call on them. This could also be friend or someone that has passed.

Incorporating yoga, meditation, or other forms of mindfulness can help you navigate this situation. It can also help you get clear about your intentions.

Pile 2

Spread: 5 of Cups, Page of Swords, 2 of Pentacles, Ace of Swords. Bottom of deck is The Sun.

In some way, you could be ignoring the truth. Maybe you found out someone lied and you are very disappointed about that. Also, this might not be the first time you have been let down. I usually see the page of swords as a defensive card but usually this energy builds up over time. Like a bunch of small stuff just add up to the point where you are "always ready," with a certain person. So yeah...if you think/know someone is full of shit...they are.

The repeating lesson could very well be you continuing to forgive someone who insists on being a duplicitous ass. For many of you, it could be to the point where you are turning on yourself internally. Not sure what to think or do. I think you do what things to get better but you don't want to get burned.

Why does it matter

I'm using a non tarot, relationship deck for this question.

I see a message I was receiving earlier in these cards. I got a feeling that a few of you could want to study or pursue a career outside of what your family has deemed suitable or worthwhile. There could be certain expectations you are expected to live up to but I don't think you really want to. You are becoming more of a free spirit.

I'm not saying too much for this section in any of the piles. I feel like the messages will all be deeply personal and unique. So just reflect on the cards and see what revelations they hold for you.

How can you move past it

Compassion (Oracle) + Courage and Bravery (Oracle)

Just from looking at the cards I get an energy of bravery. I feel like you are being encouraged to step out on your own. You could resonate with Joan of Arc or the movie Brave. You could know that you have creative energy. So take that empress energy to plan and manifest your dreams.

Some of you need to turn that decadent, abundant energy inward and nurture yourself. For most of you, I think this card is asking you to extend compassion to yourself. It is asking you to find your joy and reasons to be happy in spite of the actions of others.

Your spirit team is asking you to call in reinforcements. They want you to know you don't have to go it alone. Not this time. Allow yourself to have human emotions about the reality of your situation. Don't judge yourself for whatever comes up. Some of you may feel guided to a "cut and clear" or some other kind of releasing/cleansing ritual. Your angels are with you right now. Some of you may want to be more honest and this card supports you speaking the truth.

Pile 3

Spread: 7 of Swords, The Star, The World, 10 of Pentacles. Bottom of deck is 2 of Wands.

So I was hearing "yikes on bikes," before I even drew the first card. Then I got the 7 of swords so yeahh... I am getting that most of you are the villain in this story. No judgement from me. We are just here to discuss the lesson your ancestors have watched you repeat too many times (for their liking anyway).

Some of you could be a little toxic. Maybe you are wishy-washy, up and down with your emotions, and a bit sneaky. I do think some people may have more than one person they are dealing with. You could be prone to emotional outbursts and possessiveness. This may or may not have been recommended to you yet, but you may want to consider speaking to a medical professional about this.

If it isn't you that is back and forth between two people, then you could be on the flipside. You could be on of two people that a particular person is dealing with.

However this resonates, I do think you have opportunities to get out of this but you don't act on them. You could even be making yourself "blind" to them because you are holding out hope.

Why does it matter

These cards are not tarot cards. They are from a relationship question deck I bought online. Please take some time to reflect on them. I believe they hold a unique message for everyone.

So the key to breaking this cycle may lie in your childhood. Maybe you were raised in a controlling or stifling atmosphere. This may make it hard for you to transition to being a full-blown "adult." Deep down you may not acknowledge how much you crave to feel totally uninhibited and it can lead to you being impulsive and somewhat emotionally immature.

Fret not, we do not need to be held back by our childhoods. Just because you are an adult does not mean you have to "get over it" or "grow up." There are plenty of ways to be lighthearted or expressive without upending your life.

There could be a specific support group that you would benefit from.

How can you move past it

Do The Work (Oracle) + Intuition and Downloads (Oracle)

I am using The Angel Guide Oracle for this question.

I think many of you know what needs to be done. You may also have people making recommendations to you. Do The Work makes it clear that there is some serious work that needs to be done to complete this lesson. You may feel tempted to escape this work because it feels challenging but you are being encourages to stick it out.

(Some of you could be struggling with substance abuse or another form of addiction. So this is kind of a mini intervention with your spirit team).

Intuition and Downloads speaks of receiving intuitive messages from your guides. For some of you it could come through in your dreams. You are really being urged to trust the "psychic insights" you are receiving. Trust that you are being led to healing and the best possible outcome.

[sophieinwonderland]

r/FakeDisorderCringe doesn't know what biblical canon is, atheists are offended by saying God is plural, and other people casually throwing out some blasphemies and ableism!

👎

For uncreative title.

Atheists Pretending To Be Deeply Offended...

So, let me guess, you're not actually Christian are you?

Those guys sure aren't.

So weird how people pretend to be offended over a religion they aren't even a part of.

(Let's be real though, that's most of the tulpa discourse.)

Oh... you considered converting.

That clearly gives you a say in this conversation. /s

Meanwhile, my host actually lived the religion. He was Christian through his teenage years, and as a child helped his mom teach Sunday School and went to sleep every night on a Noah's Ark pillow.

Sorry, I distracted from your point. We're thieves stealing from a religion. 🙄

Okay, let's talk "canon!"

I just... I LOVE this whole conversation! 🤣

THIS is actual cringe.

Does anyone see the issue here?

I'll let u/AdSuccessful3533 spell it out. Possibly the only person with sense in the thread.

It's not just Catholic Canon either, but Biblical Canon! Like, there's a whole Wikipedia article on it!

The sheer self-righteous ignorance of r/Fakerdisordercringe (and r/systemscringe) never ceases to amaze me.

All of these people so bent out of shape over the use of "canon" to describe biblical text as if that's not been in use for hundreds of years!

"Something a middle schooler would say."

The Heresies!

That's correct. This is NOT the modalism heresy.

Modalism suggests God is a single unified being who reveals himself in different forms. God being plural would mean that God is three beings in one. This is completely in-line with the views of Trinitarianism.

An example of the modalism heresy would be more like this...

Comparing God to Optimus Prime, arguing that they're just different forms like Optimus Prime in a truck form vs him in a robot form, is modalism.

But if modalism isn't enough, we've got some tritheism too!

Besides the tritheism... it's really hard to take people who are calling tulpas appropriative seriously when they don't even know basic facts about the most popular religion in the world.

Also, the part about System not being a term for a person with DID is technically correct. System is, rather, the term used for the total collection of all the alters. But it is very much a term used by psychologists and it's accurate to refer to the Trinity as a system in this way.

Also, if the Tritheism bothers you, don't worry! We're going to go right back to modalism.

The H2O metaphor is controversial for the same reason as comparing God to Optimus Prime. It suggests God is simply changing form to become these different things.

Miscellaneous

Can you show me that rabbit hole?

I'm the one who Tweeted that, and have NEVER been on the OSDD sub.

Who do you think I am?

No... it definitely doesn't sound right. Religion shouldn't just be a thing for neurotypicals.

If one believes in God, then surely God made all people, including those of us who have mental illnesses. Why should Christianity and biblical references be kept away from people with mental illness other than ableism?

I mean, if by in peace, you mean without endogenic systems, then no. You can't.

We're here and we aren't going away. Ever.

And we exist in all spaces, including in your churches and your religious communities. And Christian systems shouldn't be expected to hide who they are because our existence bothers bigots like you.

We're going to share this world, and we're going to share spaces. And that includes churches and religious spaces too. Deal with it. 🤷‍♀️

Acknowledgements:

I would like to thank everyone at r/fakedisordercringe for giving me the free material. For a subreddit that's designed to laugh at people for supposed "cringe," you all sure are a goldmine for it! 😜

[glitterguts13]

SO... I had an idea at random while just doing my normal routine, and the old man fucker in me smiled in glee. The folks of the Astral Express lavishing plenty of attention and love on a pregnant Welt as they all worship his pregnant body, cooing over just how sexy he is as his body changes to accommodate his pregnancy, fucking him gently and making him feel like the sexy old man he is.

Welt just ends up a mess once everyone is done with him, but just lets everyone cuddle him as they continue to worship him as they should. >3c

*insert that meme of the guy slamming his credit card down* I'LL TAKE 20 ORDERS OF THIS!! ploy Astral Express...Plus Sunday because I guess he's there now (I know this was sent in before that patch, but hear me out on the Sunday x Welt-) TW: very, very brief mention of abortion

It had started out normal enough. The announcement had taken everyone by surprise, and Welt would be lying if he said that this moment hadn't been on of his most shameful. A man, of his age no less, announcing a pregnancy? What had he been thinking-

He expected a few sympathetic smiles, a rational discussion about how abortion would be the best option, after all, they weren't exactly a normal 'family' and he wasn't even sure who the other parent actually was-

But no, Caelus all but jumped into his arms, with March on his heels and Himeko right behind. Pulling him into a suffocating hug, shouting their joy and squealing with delight. Dan Heng stood back a bit, but even the stoic young man had a pleased, contented smile on his face.

All thoughts about a possible abortion had been thrown to the wind. Everyone was so happy, so excited about the prospect of a little one running around the express- No, he could never take that from them, and honestly, he had never wanted anything more than this, a family.

The first trimester hadn't particularly changed much. Himeko brought him herbal teas to keep his stomach settled, and on the occasions, he did find himself bent over the toilet, someone was right behind him, rubbing his back and passing him a bottle of water.

PomPom had taken over in the kitchen, chasing March and Caelus out, committing to providing only the most delicious and nutritious meals for their newest, growing member. "Guardian PomPom" they started to call the conductor.

It wasn't until around the fourth month, Welt noticed the shift.

One morning he was fussing in the mirror, annoyed that his pants were refusing to button all the way, when he'd caught Himeko watching. At first, he hadn't paid her much mind, but when Dan Heng had joined her, sharp eyes trained on him with all the intensity of a hungry beast, Welt finally relented.

"What seems to be the issue?"

Himeko glides closer, lips twitching into a playful smile as one hand gracefully fell over the every so slight bump forming under his navel.

"You're starting to show."

Logically he knew, understood, and was perfectly at peace with the change, but the moment the words left her delicate, pink lips, Welt felt his heart rate skyrocket.

Dang Heng slides up behind him next, pressing a hand under Himeko's.

The young man doesn't say a word, but the glint in his eye was dangerous, hungry.

~~~

Sunday had joined them around seven months into Welt's pregnancy. There was something about the Halovian that kept his interest. The way he kept lingering in the same parlor car as Welt, always standing a bit closer than he needed too, eyes clinging a few seconds too long.

It lacked the hunger Dan Heng showed, or the raw adoration March and Himeko displayed, but there was something.

"You can ask me anything you like." Welt finally broke the silence. It was driving him a bit mad, the way Sunday was hovering just out of view, but still near enough that he could feel his presence.

The Halovian starts, spluttering out an apology before going quiet once more.

"Go on," Welt presses, putting his book aside, "I know something is on your mind."

The wings close to his face flutter, one coming to hide his face partially.

Shy.

A stark contrast to the self-assured egomaniac Welt had known him to be.

"I do not want to be...rude."

"I think we've long past 'rude', Sunday." just that little issue of nearly being killed is all.

Sunday clears his throat, eyes darting around to make sure no one else was in the parlor car to hear him before speaking, just above a whisper,

"What...does it feel like?"

Raising an eyebrow, Welt tilts his head.

"What does, what feel like?"

Chewing his lip nervously, Sunday makes a small gesture at Welt.

"Ah...you mean pregnancy?" the wings close to his face flap a bit too hard, nearly slapping the young man in the mouth.

"Are you not familiar with it?"

"Halovian's reproduce via eggs, not live birth. It isn't something me and Robin were ever...it wasn't important, so we were not given proper education on how... humans carry young." he trips over every word, rambling too fast, cheeks burning hot as he failed to form a single cohesive thought.

"Sunday, come here." Welt pats the spot on the sofa next to him, and Sunday goes to sit, swift and robotic in his movements.

Without warning, Welt takes the young man's hand and presses it against the heavy swell of his middle. Sunday goes stiff, eyes wide, a startled gasp leaving his lips.

"That's-"

"The baby."

"Y-you can feel it? So clearly?" there's a mixture of fascination and raw repulsion written on his face, but he never attempted to remove his hand from Welt's grip.

"Yes. It will get stronger over the next few weeks as well."

Sunday's face was glowing brighter than the sun, one leg suspiciously lifting up and crossing over the other in a hurry.

~~~

"Shit-" Dan Heng's voice grew high and tight, powerful fingers gripping Welt's thighs as he rutted his hips. Thick cock pumping in and out of Welt in hurried, needed thrusts, cum and lube squelching obscenely.

"Easy sweet one." Himeko brushed the hair from Welt's glazed-over eyes, two fingers in his mouth, allowing him to lazily suck the digits as Dan Heng rutted away, "You're taking him so well...are you feeling full?" she teases, brushing her thumb against his jaw.

Welt mumbles something around her fingers, groaning when she pulls them free.

"What was that?"

"I can...take more." swallowing thickly, Welt rests a hand on his belly.

"Greedy boy," Himeko smiles, "So full, stuffed with child and seed. Yet...you still want more." her eyes glance across the room. Caelus was tapped out, half asleep next to an already worn out March. Her strap was still half on, sleep doing its best to drag her under while Caelus ran his fingers through her hair.

Dan Heng had the most stamina out of all of them, that centuries-old dragon-fueled instinct driving him mad with possessive need. Even so, after four rounds he was starting to waver, cumming dry and still forcing himself to fuck Welt's sloshing, loose hole.

"Sunday?" Himeko's voice was light, sing-song, almost bird-like as she called the Halovian's name. He jolted, face red, cock straining so hard against his trousers a wet spot had formed in the front.

"Why don't you go next?" delight, horror, need, fear, lust- every emotion Sunday tried so damn hard to repress flashed across his face in one momentary burst.

"I've never-"

"There's always a first for everything," she laughs, "But only if you want."

For a second, Welt half expects Sunday to flee the room, but he's stripping from his clothing as Dan Heng came one final time, crying out in irritation and pain as his cock twitched and jumped but failed to produce anything.

"Darling, take a rest," Himeko orders gently, "You can't breed him any more than he already is now."

Dan Heng growls, his brain more dragon and human at the moment. Though, even in such a state, he recognizes Himeko as their leader, and reluctantly remove himself from Welt.

Shifting to crawl beside of the other two, spent crew members, Dan Heng's eyes don't leave Sunday as he steps closer.

"You can be rough with him," she smiles, "He enjoys it. Just be sure to tell him what a good job he's doing, alright?" she slips her fingers back inside of Welt's mouth, giggling as he moans around her.

A steady stream of cum was leaking from Welt, the sheer filthiness of it all should have been enough to drive Sunday away in disgust. Instead, he finds his cock twitching, a heat burning in his gut as a nagging voice in the back of his brain whispers, 'sinner.'

Before he can rationalize the situation, Sunday finds himself buried balls deep inside of the pregnant man. His trembling hands are all over Welt's heavy, round belly, hips stuttering with inexperience and excitement.

"Doesn't he look beautiful?" Caelus hums, eyes half closed as Dan Hang stroked his cock.

"Yes-" Sunday's voice cracks, "Very...I don't think I've ever seen something-someone, so...perfect." he gently presses his hands to the taunt skin, a sharp pain of undiluted pleasure shooting through his guts as he feels the child roll and kick under his palms.

"So full of life...ripe with the fruit of your love-" March snorts and Caelus rolls his eyes,

"We gotta work on your dirty talk."

Too lost in pleasure to even glare, Sunday babbles on,

"I can't...so...perfect. I wish I'd been here sooner- seen more-"

"You'll be there front and center for the next one~" Himeko grins and Welt languishes a heavy moan, his cock twitching.

In the future, Sunday would deny his actions to the grave, but in the moment, without a single thought inside his head, he leans down. Running his tongue in a stripe over Welt's quivering belly, teeth sinking into the tender bud of his navel.

Welt shouts around Himeko's fingers, cum spilling from his cock in thick ropes, his back arching off the bed as his eyes rolled back, stars filling his vision.

"My, my~ You made him cum~ That isn't easy to do~" Himeko hums, pressing a tender kiss to Welt's forehead.

"Hopefully," Caelus sighs, rolling his shoulder, "The next time it's twins."