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444tsumu · 3 years

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title Not His Type

rating ★ ★ ☆ nsfw content

word count 4,800+

warnings timeskip!mattsun, yes i’m writing that he still practices w the s4, anyways explicit content, matsukawa calls you a bitch, spitting, rough sex, spanking, mattsun fucks you in his car, oral sex (f!reader giving), don't be silly wrap your willy folks

author’s note thanks to @kansroji for forcing me encouraging me to write this self-indulgent mattsun fic, send her her flowers everyone bc this was just muah :*

summary Issei teaches you that the meaning behind the words ‘I hate you’ is a lot different from what you’re used to.

“God, do you ever shut the fuck up?”

“How could someone be such a bitch?”

“I don’t know Mattsun, you tell me.”

There are two things necessary to keep the world spinning on its axis: inertia, and the insatiable hatred between you and Issei Matsukawa.

No one quite knows where it came from. Maybe it was your lack of regard for his permanently disinterested personality, or maybe it was the insufferable habit you had of making a comment every time Matsukawa did as much as make a noise— whatever it was, it was a never ending cycle of pure repugnance.

His tone was light, yet knowing Iwaizumi, you knew it was wavering on a more strict tone you really didn’t want to hear today.

Oikawa watched the interaction between the three of you, eyes narrowing as he did something nobody appreciates from him: he started plotting.

To you and Issei, the nature of your relationship was that there wasn’t one at all. There was nothing but an indescribable hatred that will never go away because you guys just physically can’t stand the other.

To everyone else though? In Hanamaki’s words, “you guys just needed to fuck and get it over with already.” Sexual tension couldn’t fill half of the void the storm you and Mattsun left after every exchanged word. It nearly swallowed the room, the only two not able to see it being yourself and the middle blocker.

With an inquisitive look on his face, Oikawa decided the only way to get rid of this long lasting rivalry being now or never. “My dear Y/L/N, bad news.”

The words brought you back down to Earth, making you bite down a glare at the bored man in front of you and turning towards the setter.

“As much as I’d love to be the one to take you home,” he winks at you, long arm reaching out to lightly press itself against your cheek and you already see where this is going, “I just can’t—”

“Tooru..” Your voice wavered the same way Iwaizumi infamously did.

“Seriously Y/N-Chan, I hate being the bearer of bad news..” The sparkle in his eyes made you clench your jaw to prevent the scream from slipping through your lips. “But I had almost promised Iwa-chan and Makki a ride today.”

You could hear the slick in his voice, and you absolutely hated it. You hated how you knew exactly what was being planned. You knew in Oikawa’s stupid little head, he was formulating a stupid little plan thinking things would work out in his own stupid little way.

“I’m not getting into that fucking asshole’s car—”

“Oikawa I will purposely crash if she as much as steps foot in my car—”

“Get your fucking feet off my dashboard.” You hear his voice growl, long fingers reaching in front of him to press the Start-Stop button on his car and get the engine running.

You didn’t mean to press a sock-covered foot onto it, it’s just that you needed to adjust the anklet resting against your skin. You hadn’t caught when his eyes glanced over at the diamonds either, remaining for a second too long to be appropriate and quickly force it’s way in front of him.

With a slightly exaggerated roll of your eyes, you threw your head against the headrest and stared through the window to your side. You were wishing there was an awkward silence to torture Matsukawa’s ears, but instead, his phone automatically connected to its Bluetooth and began to play a song you surprisingly recognized.

He drove faster than you were sure he was supposed to. As soon as you blinked, he had already backed out of Seijoh’s parking lot and sped through the secluded roads and towards the city you inhabited.

Unwillingly, of course, you managed to steal a few glances at the brown-haired man next to you. His face was (surprise) as uninterested as ever, eyebrows resting dully above his hooded lids and lips turned just slightly down enough to look like a frown. Every now and then, his lips would go along with the song and his tongue would swipe across his bottom lip and into the corner of his cheek.

Matsukawa wasn’t an ugly guy. There wasn’t enough hatred in your soul to even try to lie against the idea. He was extremely tall, extremely fit, had a nice smile, and his voice matched his looks. If he wasn’t such a stuck up, emotionless asshole, he’d probably be one of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen. If and probably, of course.

“Gotta staring problem?” He muttered, head bobbing to the song in the background and that in itself just brought your cholesterol an unhealthy amount higher.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I see you have a lack of vocabulary too..” The banter between the two of you went back and forth, an awkward silence retching the car’s air after he sadly had the last word.

“I can’t believe there was a time you weren’t such a nuisance.” You nearly mouthed, words quiet enough to get lost within the lyrics of Kanye West, yet loud enough to get into Mattsun’s earshot and cause the car to abruptly park on the side of the nearly secluded road ahead of you.

“Hey, what the fu—”

“What’s your problem with me?” Matsukawa’s words haunted the air, and if you weren’t already awaiting his words, you might have actually been scared of the harshness in his tone.

“Me?” You questioned, using a hand to dramatically smack against your chest and glare at him in disbelief. “What’s your problem with me?”

He didn’t respond, only staring at you blankly and gripping on the steering wheel with enough aggression to taint the knuckles of his large hands white.

“Stop acting like a toddler,” the annoyance looked weird on him, and his usual nonchalant attitude disappeared with a mask of pure frustration that you’d be lying about if you said was ugly on him, “just tell me what the issue is so we can both stop whatever the fuck it is we have going on.”

“We,” you pointed between the two of you, “do not have anything going on, for your information.” You stubbornly crossed your arms across your chest, staring at him blankly and watching his large hand run across his face.

“You wouldn’t even be my type, you know damn well that isn’t what—”

Every word after the first half of the sentence drowned out as you continued to repeat it in your head. You wouldn’t even be my type. You wouldn’t even be my type. You wouldn’t even be my type…

“Earth to Y/N.” Mattsun snapped, glaring over at you and leaning his body back lazily against his driver’s seat. It was slightly reclined back, the comfortability of his position insinuating he didn’t plan on leaving until this conversation got somewhere.

“What do you mean I wouldn’t be your type?”

The words came out faster than you could acknowledge them. You didn’t regret speaking them, but you knew that they only worsened your situation. He would use this as if it was fuel to his never-ending out of fire of an ego and you hated it. The cold air in the car suddenly became more noticeable, goosebumps raising onto your exposed skin and making you feel as if all your senses were being ambushed.

“Well, well, well…” He begins to tease as if he was never angry, his large arms resting behind his head and that stupid smirk back onto his pink lips, “you feel some type of way about what I said?” His voice echoed into your ears as you did nothing but watch him in disbelief.

“You never stood a chance with me anyways.” You bit back at him.

Something in the air changed, but neither of you decided to acknowledge it. It was dark, the light from the dashboard doing nothing but illuminating your features and making Issei smirk to himself in the lack of lighting.

“How so?” He was antagonizing you, itching for you to continue to play his little game back with him because he had a plan. You could see it from the way he lazily blinked over at you, smirk still against his glowing face with nothing but arrogance and faux oblivion.

“You wouldn’t be able to handle me if you tried.”

Those words changed the aura within the car all in itself. You knew the double entendres of a statement could go any way with him. Deep down, you both knew exactly what you meant. Your words remained solid though, eyes staring at him like a fox refusing to glance away from his brown irises.

“Wanna try me?”

You were playing a dangerous game, you knew that. Something about you didn’t care though. There were many ways this conversation could’ve went, but you wouldn’t expect it to go in this direction.

The air in the room was thick, Issei’s brown irises watching you nothing short of predator like. No one spoke after those three words, and faintly, the change in mood also affected the change in genre of music as R&B began to slowly play through his speakers. You wanted to scoff.

His large ring covered hand suddenly inched towards your chin, gripping your jaw and forcing your eyesight on his own face. You weren’t one to blush, but the roughness to his calloused fingers brought a small tinge between your slightly exposed thighs.

“You gonna get in the back or I gotta force you back there?” His words commanded you, the strictness laced within the confines of his voice leaving you no option to do as he told.

Doing what Matsukawa said as if you were following his orders was something foreign to you. The temptation of doing as you pleased crossed the back of your mind, but the curiosity of seeing what he had in store filled you with much more satisfaction.

Without a word and instead settling for a simple eye roll, you kicked your shoes off and found your way between the two front seats and into the cold leather seats of the back of his car. It was cramped, surprisingly cleaner than you'd imagine, and smelt of nothing but Issei.

You would have enjoyed it if the circumstances were different.

Your body sat with your feet resting behind you, leaving a space open for him. The sound of his car door opening and shutting was the cause of the goosebumps rising against your skin.

Subconsciously, you knew were supposed to hate him. You were supposed to despise him for always being such an asshole to you, and you were never supposed to forgive him for anything he’s ever said to you out of his stupid smirking mouth.

You weren't supposed to be hopping into the backseat of his car after challenging him into sleeping with you. You weren’t supposed to be enjoying the feeling of his presence as it finally found its way next to you, the dark tints of his windows hiding his expression but not doing a good job at hiding the bulge hiding in the confinements of his sweatpants.

Your eyes glanced over his, quickly switching between the tent and his irises with an innocent smile on your face. “You gonna take those off or am I gonna have to force them off you?’

Mattsun had never laughed at anything you’d ever said. At least, never to your face. For the first time though, a soft chuckle left his lips as he hunched his body over and rolled his sweats down. You’d be lying if you said you never wanted to provoke that sound out of him again.

He wore Supreme black briefs, a smirk on his lips as he watched your eyes trail over to the excessively large print. His dick was long, curving deliciously to the left and making you fear for your own safety. The thought of that nearly made you drool.

Mattsun made a show of pulling his briefs down, his erection springing to life and showing you that he wasn't even fully hard yet. Maybe you would’ve felt some type of way about not arousing him as much as he was you, and you could thank the pool inside your panties for that, but something about it brought a glimmer to your eye Issei couldn’t ignore.

“Eager to suck my dick, huh?” His words ring against your ears, and you do nothing but give him a glare while getting on all fours across the backseat.

His long torso leaned against the car door, eyes boring onto your frame with a blank expression that drove you insane. You knew this was all an act, he had to have been pretending just to get a rise out of you. There was no way you could’ve missed the way his dick twitched when you got up to take your shorts off.

Your frame was left in a white t-shirt and a seamless green pair of panties known for their cheekster style. He would’ve told you that you looked absolutely delectable, but he'd never let you sit within that satisfaction.

You lowered yourself on all fours once again, holding your hair back with one hand and lowering yourself down between his long limbs. Your eyes just couldn't look away, the large veins running up and down his perfect looking length in a way that made you embarrassingly ready to shove it down your throat already.

And without another word, you opened your lips and allowed a trail of saliva to sliver down the underside of his dick. His thighs tensed up, but as you watched him through your lashes while lowering your lips onto his tip, his bored and expressionless face remained the same.

He couldn't take his eyes off the sight in front of him, as much as he'd hate to admit it. Your ass was up in the air, back arched in a way that nearly made him release a groan as your pretty little mouth left sloppy kisses along his throbbing tip. You used a free hand to run down his cock slowly, hands landing underneath his thick balls and holding them alongside the bottom half of his dick.

He tried to hold the hiss you took out of him, but you used that as an excuse to make him suffer even more. Almost as if it were a competition, you sucked your cheeks in while taking the rest him that fit into your mouth agonizingly slow.

Matsukawa was too big, not that you were complaining. You didn’t have much of a gag reflex, but his size goes beyond that. So in order to accommodate to the situation at hand, you lolled your tongue out across your bottom lip and easily slipped a bit more than half of him down your throat until he felt his tip tickle the back of it.

“Holy fuck..” He breathed out, words stopping as he bit his lip and tilted his head to get a better look at you.

Your eyes began to water, but you ignored the sensation to take a deep breath as you began to massage his balls and lower half with your saliva covered hands. You began to move your mouth in the opposite direction of your hands, touching just enough of his balls with your tongue to get him to grip a chunk of your hair from within your own hand.

“Fuck, just like that.” You never took your eyes off him, and Matsukawa found it even harder to control himself with the way you took so much of him with so much ease.

You hollowed your cheeks as you slipped his now fully-hard dick out your mouth. Trails of saliva followed, the explicit view of your teary eyes and sloppy lips making him groan within his throat.

“Fuck my throat.”

The words were harsh, your expression being just as blank as his once was, and Issei realized he wasn’t really the one in control here. Not if all it took was for you to tell him what to do and he was scrambling to do it like second nature.

His lips revealed that lazy smirk you wanted to fuck off his face, the large hand gripping your hair nearly shoving his dick back into your fresh, wet mouth. “Don’t mind if I do, princess.”

The nickname he called you didn't even have time to register in your mind, the sensation of Matsukawa forcing your head up and down his dick as much as he could being the only thing on your brain. You couldn't help the tears from slipping down your cheeks, eyes opening once again to hazily look over to the ones burning a hole into your face.

Matsukawa couldn’t find it in himself to look away from you. He wasn't sure if it was the tears, or the way you allowed him to fuck your throat so easily, or the drool leaking down into the balls you fondled at the same time, or even the way the hand once gripping your own hair found its way between your legs as he watched you play with yourself, but Issei decided this image was going to ruin everyone else for him.

He already decided he couldn't get enough of you. The sound of your gags filled with car in a nearly pornographic way, yet not once did you ask him to stop and he took note of that.

“Fuck,” he broke out, eyes struggling to watch yours as his lips parted open, “you’re gonna make me cum,” his words were interrupted by a load groan. Your tongue found its way back onto his balls as his tip rammed into the back of your throat and Issei felt his toes curl. “Fuck, fuck, fuck..”

Right on time, you went against his strong grip and popped his dick out of your mouth with saliva drooling down in a way that looked so forbidden, Issei was sure he would’ve came at that sight alone.

“That was...”

“Not your type?” You bit at him, a mocking smile on your lips as you bit your lip and found your way onto the comfort of his lap.

It was weird, the way you felt like you fit perfectly within his frame as if it was a piece of a puzzle. Matsukawa would agree if he could, hands nearly instinctively finding its way onto the globed of your ass and pulling the fabric of your panties over and over again.

“Never in a million years.”

His smirk haunted you, lidded eyes staring at you once again and you realize Issei Matsukawa is a really hard guy to get a reaction out of. So taking the challenge yet again, you stared at him just as emotionless. Your fingers lifted the patch stuck to your folds, and the trail of wetness that dripped over onto both you and his own thighs was nearly sinful to the sore eyes.

It was hard to imagine taking a dick you were sure you could see in your stomach with such an expression, and you wouldn’t wish that suffering on your worst enemy. You couldn’t believe how much just half of him stretched your insides out, your walls sucking him in and barely being able to hold it in together.

“Don't worry, take your time.” Matsukawa’s tone was beyond condescending, the taunt behind his words bringing an anger within you enough to cloud your mind of all common sense. It was unexpected, the way your body just shoved the rest of him inside of your tight, pulsating hole and rested all your body weight on top of him.

“Fuck!” Both of you yelped out, your hands clawing at his chest while his gripped your ass cheeks apart in nothing but a burning sensation.

He filled you up to the brim, the sureness of him hitting your cervix causing your eyes to flutter at the feeling. You bit your lip, adjusting your body to where your feet were on either side of him on the backseat and your body was more able to move.

His eyes widened in surprise at your actions, the sound of both of your pants alongside the music that was long forgotten struggling to keep you attentive. Without warning, you lifted your body up and slammed back down onto him. The action brought a pretty little gasp out your lips, mouth parted and eyes clenched at just how fucking amazing the curve and thickness of his cock was.

“C’mon baby,” he whispered into your ears, hands reaching over to intertwine themselves with your own so you got better balance, “fuck me like you mean it.”

“You’re such an asshole.” You breathed out, beginning to bounce your body up and down his dick perfect enough to hear the squelching sounds of your wetness after every impact. Issei groaned, eyes glued to the sight of where your pussy swallowed him whole and spit him back out over and over again.

“Mm, what else baby?”

Issei’s bored resolve started to crack, groans slipping through his lips in a way that made you tighten up against him even more if it were possible. Your hands gripped his intertwined ones, bouncing up and down faster than you could probably handle. The sensation of his dick hitting your cervix over and over causing you to arch your back closer into his body as you bounced.

The sound of your body slamming into his began to quicken, the strength of your legs giving up as you realized his started to fuck you back from the bottom and drill his length into you.

“Fuck, Issei…” You moaned out embarrassingly loud, Mattsun’s eyes watching you with curiosity in his irises from the way he wanted to figure out how to get you to moan out like that again.

“Don’t be shy now,” he teased, the strain in his voice telling you that even if he was torturing you with the pounding of his dick, he was enjoying it just as much as you, “where’d all that mouth go, pretty?”

You felt yourself clench at the nickname, head leaning back and leaving your neck open for him to lick a trail over towards your jaw and softly bite the plush skin. The windows began to fog up, the sensation of your poor pussy taking him in and out and quick pace causing the car to jump up and down with each stroke.

“F-fuck,” you stuttered out, nearly crying out when his hands found it’s way towards under your ass to support you as he drilled all of this thickness into your throbbing pussy.

The familiar knot began to grow within your stomach, and your hand found it’s way between his messy locks only to grab it and tilt his head roughly back against the window. A surprised groan left his lips, eyes staring up at you widely with a smirk endured from straight pleasure shot up his lips.

“You gonna cum all on daddy’s dick?”

Usually the words would have made you cringe, and you wanted to bite a snarky remark at him for the name. Yet something in you grew feral at the sentence, beginning to rub your clit against him each time you harshly dropped down as you roughened your grip on his hair.

“Fuck yes, daddy, make me cum,” your words tickled his ears, the moans at the end of each word bringing Matsukawa into a state of euphoria. He could hear you say that to him for the rest of his life, if he could.

“Come on baby,” he groaned out harshly, smacking your ass enough to leave a sting that made you cry out into his neck, “give it to me!”

His words echoed in your ears, your loud cries like music to his ears as he watched you fuck him back just as rough as he was being with you. Your hand pulled his head back once again, his scalp hitting the window harshly but he didn’t care once your lips came crashing onto his.

It was nothing but teeth and tongue, sucking on each other’s muscles and making out as if nothing in this world could ever be right again without it. His hands gripped your ass once again, spreading them harshly apart and spanking them with as much toughness that went into spiking a volleyball.

You screamed into his mouth, words being unable to come out as he began to drill into you even rougher and faster than you knew was possible. Your legs had long given out at this point, simply being tossed up and down like a rag doll by Issei’s strong arms and cocky attitude. You were in heaven, even if you’d never admit it.

“I— I hate you,” you fought to yelp out, pussy beginning to squeeze at the feeling you knew all too well as you stared into his eyes and made him look at you as if he was seeing God, “but you fuck me— fuck, you fuck me so good..”

Your words became faint whispers, stars beginning to formulate instead of his once brown irises and bring you into a state of euphoria.

“Daddy I’m gonna—” The words were stolen from your lips as Matsukawa slammed your lips against his own and gripped your back close to his chest.

“Cum baby,” he groaned into your lips, your own sounds preventing you from being able to kiss him back as your covered tits bounced into the confinement of his chest, “cum on daddy’s big dick.”

The words brought a vibration within you, a mantra of the words daddy and please slipping as you felt the euphoria take over your body and leave you with nearly nothing inside you. Issei could practically feel you cum, his own resolve giving out as his shot his thick cum into your throbbing pussy and bringing another scream from between your swollen lips.

“Take it, good girl— fuck yes..” Words slipped from his mouth without his own permission, the sensation of your pussy holding him within you as if it never wanted to let him go and he really wouldn’t mind.

Nothing but your struggles to catch your own breath filled the car, his own haunting the ghost of your ear as you laid out across his chest with saliva threatening to slip from your lips and cum leaking down both of your thighs. It was absolutely disgusting if you really thought about it, but the idea of knowing you had just slutted each other out so sinfully brought your toes to curl one last time.

No one said a word, and as much as you wanted to comment on how he was still gripping your chest against his own, you decided to go against it and try to find reality from the solitude of his wide chest. You could hear Brent Faiyaz on the radio, the view of just how foggy the windows were making you giggle to yourself.

“What’s funny?” The rumble of the words against his chest caused your pussy to throb once again, and you had almost forgotten he was still lodged inside of you with a load of cum threatening to spill out.

“Nothing.” Your voice was gone, and as embarrassing as it was, Issei mentally found himself obsessing over how raspy it got.

The silence was calm, yet the awkward conversation of what next lingered within the air between the two of you. You knew it was going to come soon, and you weren’t really sure of what could possibly happen afterwards. There was no going back from this, Issei Matsukawa had fucked you so good, you never wanted to fuck anyone else again.

The first to break it was Mattsun, which took you by surprise. His large hands found their way towards you cheek, caressing your head as his pushed you back far enough to face him with fucked out eyes and swollen lips and Issei convinces himself you’re one of the seven wonders of the world.

“We should do that again sometime.” He suggests, bored eyes staring into yours as you noticed the small smile lifting amongst the corner of his lips. You wanted to smile back, but the idea of having some more fun with him seemed quite better.

“Eh,” you replied, lifting your weakened body back into his straddling state and biting your lips as you placed both hands across his broad chest. You notice the way his cock twitches hungrily within you, and you realize you were gonna enjoy this a bit too much.

He’s seeing stars, thinking the hottest thing he’s ever seen is a fucked out you staring at him this way and you realize you’ve finally won. You stare at him, bored eyes and a lazy smirk on your lips mimicking the face he spent all his life mastering.

“You’re not really my type.”

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cupajoscafe · 3 years

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Proposal | Shikamaru Nara x OC

WOAH HOLY BALLS MY FIRST FIC THAT I'M POSTING HERE WHAT THE FUCK????

So as you all know I've been back on my Naruto bullshit and after some thirsting with friends over discord I decided I wanted to try my hand at writing some more smut!! This is like,,,,the second ever serious smut fic I've ever written so PLEASE go easy on me if it's not good 😭 This is pure self indulgence because I am a filthy sinner. Don't come yelling at me in my inbox because you "cant imagine yourself" in my OCs place. i wrote this fic because i love my ship and if you wanna bitch and moan then gestures vaguely at unfollow/block buttons.

Overall, I'm really happy with how this fic turned out, and I even drew a banner for it!! If you'd like to see the full version, you can check it out on my Twitter! ANYWAYS I'LL SHUT UP NOW AND GET ON WITH IT I REALLY HOPE YALL LIKE THIS 💜💜💜

Pairing: Shikamaru x OC, Naruto x Hinata mentioned for plot

Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Pre-established relationship, porn with (minimal) plot, oral (m and f receiving), face fucking, overstimulation, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, jutsu play (shadow bondage), orgasm denial if you squint really hard, Shikamaru is a little bit of an ass while he's horny. No editing, we die like women. If I miss any please let me know!!

Summary: After a heated argument about marriage that resulted in Shikamaru being kicked out of the house, he heads off on a dangerous mission that could end his life. After realizing how awful she'd been to her boyfriend, Yuuna Misaki waits anxiously at the gates of the Hidden Leaf for her partner to return. When he does, he shows her how much he missed her while he was away.

Shoutout: Thank you @simply-trash5 for being the first to read this and hyping me tf up!!! Also tagging @patchworkpuzzle because Patchy is a darling sweetheart and has been nothing but supportive for me through every social media imagineable, always commenting lovely things on my Patreon stuff 🥺🥺💜💜 Also tagging her because she asked me to HAHAHAHAH

A week.

A whole week since she'd spoken to him.

A whole week since he left on that high risk mission with Naruto. There was a chance neither of them would come back. And the worst part? Their last interaction was an argument in which she kicked him out of the house. She didn't even see him off.

It had been a whole week that she'd been thinking about how awful she was to him.

He was scheduled to come back today, and she would be damned if she didn't wait for him at the gates. She didn't see him off, so the least she could do was be there when he got back. If he got back. Yuuna stood at the village gates and paced around, her heels clacking against the pavement as she bit her nails nervously. The sun was starting to set. She'd been there for an hour already and there was no sign of Shikamaru or Naruto and she was starting to worry. She stopped pacing and stared out into the clearing surrounding the gate, her brows knit together into a worried expression.

"Come on, babe," She uttered to herself, crossing her arms over her chest and drumming her fingers against her arm. She could feel her heart beating in her throat and she tried to swallow it down to suppress the rising panic as the minutes ticked by with no sign of her partner in sight. She turned on her heels over to Izumo and Kotetsu who were manning the gate. "Today, right? They're supposed to be back today?"

The two Jounin looked at each other and then back over to the brunette.

"That's what Lord Hokage told us." Kotetsu replied. "If everything goes according to plan, they should be back at some point today."

Yuuna sighed and turned back to the clearing outside, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. "They better fuckin' show up."

Minutes passed and the sun was going down. An orange hue painted the sky and green eyes gazed up at the clouds that passed by, hoping, praying that she would get to see his face again and that the argument they had a week ago wouldn't be their last interaction. She could feel a tear sting at her eye and she tilted her head down to wipe away the salt water.

And then she saw them.

That familiar head of yellow hair and that signature black ponytail and her heart nearly pounded right out of her chest.

They were okay. He was okay.

She felt her eyes begin to water as she bounced on her toes, balling her hands into fists, waiting for him to get closer. As soon as their eyes locked, she bolted forward towards him with a whimper and almost tackled him to the ground in a hug.

"Shikamaru!!" She cried out, a sob ripping through her body as she held her lover tightly, too scared to let go. She wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him like a squid. He held her up and chuckled.

"Hey, I missed you too." Shikamaru responded, pressing his cheek against the side of her head and holding her closely as she sobbed into him.

"I'm sorry. Fuck, I-I'm so sorry." She bawled, tightening her grip around his shoulders. "I-I shouldn't have said any of that stuff to you. I-If you're not ready to get married, then, th-that's okay!! I-I can wait. I-I shouldn't have tried to force it on you. God, I-I'm so fucking sorry!!"

"Hey, don't worry. I get where you were coming from." He kissed the side of her head and leaned into it again. "I mean, it's been almost five years since we started going out. I'm sure if I were you, I'd be expecting you to wanna get married to me, too."

"I just--" She started, pulling away from him and cupping his face in her hands. Emerald met mocha and the tears fell freely down her flushed cheeks. "I-I was s-so scared you weren't coming back a-and that I had f-fucked everything up and--"

"Hey, c'mon, you didn't fuck anything up." He reassured her softly with a slow shake of his head. "I'm here. I made it back alive. You're stuck with me whether you like it or not."

She sniffled and laughed a little, rubbing her thumb against his cheek. Her bottom lip trembled as she looked into his eyes. "I'm sorry."

Shikamaru rolled his eyes and chuckled. "God, how many times do I have to tell you it's fine?" He leaned forward and planted a kiss onto her quivering lips then pulled away with a smile. "You're a total pain in the ass."

Yuuna sniffled and laughed once more, then returned the smile back to him. She kissed him softly and slowly, then pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. "I love you so damn much."

"I love you too, babe," He whispered, then gave her a few quick pecks on her lips. His expression shifted a little as if he'd just remembered something, and he pulled one hand from under her thighs to reach into his pouch on his back. "So, uh, I know before I left that I told you if I made it back here alive I'd propose to you."

Yuuna looked down at him and blinked, lips parted in an expression of surprise. Was he actually about to do what she thought he was going to do? She watched as his arm moved behind him, then pulled back when he brought his arm forward and revealed a small box.

"We were late getting back 'cause I wanted to find one I thought you'd like," He smiled up at her. She couldn't take her eyes off of the small box in front of her face. "But I made it back alive and I guess this is me proposing to you." A faint blush crept its way across his cheeks as he flicked the box open to reveal an engagement ring. Yuuna gawked down at the jewelry and blinked, then shifted to meet his eyes again. "So whaddya say? Wanna get married?"

She simply stared at him dead in the eyes for a few moments before letting out a shallow breath, followed by a string of giggles that devolved into full on excited laughter. She pulled him into a kiss and he smiled into it, wrapping his arm around her back and spinning her around before gently setting her down on the ground. She kissed him again, and again, and once more, until she finally pulled away to look into his captivating mocha gaze.

"Yes!! Yes, yes, yes!!" She cried out with giddiness, a smile pulling at her lips that stretched from ear to ear. Shikamaru chuckled at her and plucked the ring from the box, then took her left hand in his own.

"Good. It would have been a total drag if you had said no." He teased, then slid the ring onto her finger. He brought her hand up to his lips and brushed them lightly against her knuckles. "So I guess we're engaged then, huh?"

She giggled again and nodded her head, then stepped closer to close the space between their bodies. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss. "I guess so."

Just then, there was a chuckle from off to the side. Naruto had been standing there the whole time watching the exchange take place, and his grin was as wide as Yuuna's.

"N-Naruto!!" She called out. "I totally forgot you were here, I'm so sorry!!" She ran up to him and pulled him into a hug. "I'm glad you made it back safe. Thank you for looking out for Shikamaru."

Naruto returned the hug and gave her a squeeze then released the embrace, letting his hands rest on her shoulders.

"Hey, it's no problem. I didn't wanna interrupt your guys' moment. Congrats, Yuuna!!" He beamed, shifting to rest his hands on his hips. Shikamaru walked up beside her and the two men exchanged a smile. "I'm really happy for you guys."

The brunette looked up at her now fiancé and grinned. Shikamaru did the same, then they both turned back to look at the blond in front of them.

"Thanks, Naruto." He replied, holding Yuuna by the waist and pulling her close to him. "Now comes all the troublesome stuff like planning. It's gonna be a drag but I suppose it'll be worth it in the end."

"Speaking of weddings!!" Yuuna piped up. She bounced on her toes and placed her hands on Naruto's shoulders and grinned up at him. "You and Hinata are getting married in a few weeks aren't you?!"

The blond chuckled as a blush crept across his cheeks, and he scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah, we are. I can't wait, I'm super excited!! You guys are coming, right?"

"Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss it for the world!!" Yuuna exclaimed, squeezing his shoulders. "We'll get you something nice to celebrate, don't you worry!!"

"Ah, you don't have to worry about that!" He replied, looking down at the brunette in front of him. "Honestly, you and Shikamaru just showing up for the ceremony will be more than enough, ya know."

"Don't bother trying to argue with her." The Nara in question sighed. "Once she makes up her mind about something, it's over. She's just about as stubborn as you are."

"Well, if you really wanna get us something you can. But just know that you don't have to." Naruto chuckled, putting his hands on his hips. "Really. I swear it's okay."

She mimicked him and placed her own hands on her hips. "I told you we're gonna get you something nice, didn't I?"

"See? What did I tell you?" Shikamaru piped up with a sigh. "She's impossible."

The trio shared a laugh together. Shikamaru had taken note of the sudden lack of sunlight and he rubbed at the back of his neck.

"Ah, damn, it's getting late." He turned down to his partner and ran his hands down her arms. "I've gotta head to the Hokage's office to report back to him about the mission."

Yuuna pouted and sighed. She opened her mouth to respond but Naruto had piped up before she could.

"Hey, don't worry, Shikamaru. I can report back to Kakashi-sensei." He offered. The couple turned to look at him.

"You sure you don't mind?" Shikamaru pressed. Naruto simply shook his head.

"I got it. You two go and celebrate!" He grinned, gripping onto his friend's shoulder. "I'll take care of it. You don't have to worry about it, ya know."

The Nara sighed through his nose and smiled at the blond. "Well, alright. If you're offering. Thanks, Naruto."

Naruto smiled and nodded at his friends then turned to head off through the village gates to make the report. "I'll catch you guys later!!"

"Bye, Naruto!" Yuuna called after him with a wave. The couple watched as the head of blond hair disappeared into the distance. There was a moment before they turned back to face one another. Shikamaru took Yuuna's hand into his own and she looked up at him. He squeezed it lightly and leaned down to meet her lips. He pulled away after a moment and she chuckled. "I'm glad you're home safe. I missed you so much."

She shifted to pull him into a long embrace, holding him closely and basking in his presence. When they finally separated, he closed the space between their faces again with a kiss. It was soft and sweet, like he was scared if he kissed her too hard she might break. He lifted his hand up to cup her face, rubbing her cheek with his thumb. She smiled against his lips, pressing them harder against his.

Shikamaru's fingers twitched minutely and he ever so slightly tightened his grip against her cheek. He slid his other hand around the back of her waist to pull her body flush against his. Her cheeks flushed red and she could feel the heat from his body radiating against her and it left her a little breathless. Yuuna pulled back just enough to part her lips and he quickly took the chance to swoop in and brush his tongue over her lips, pushing it against her own. A quiet moan resonated in her throat and she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, holding him closely as she deepened the kiss. Their tongues danced together and it was enough to elicit another small moan from the brunette. His hand slithered down from her waist and he grabbed a palm full of her ass. She yelped and pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their tongues.

"Sh-Shikamaru, we're in public!!" She scolded him quietly, moving her hands to rest against his chest. He smirked down at her and leaned forward, hovering his lips over her ear, running his hands up and down from her waist to her hips.

"Then why don't we head home so I can show you just how much I missed you?"

There was something almost primal in his voice. It was low and husky, full of desire. It sent a chill down her spine and a jolt straight in between her legs. Her eyelids fluttered for a moment and she drew out a breath. He ghosted his lips over the shell of her ear and pulled back, staring down at the flustered kunoichi in front of him. Seeing her obviously hot and bothered only caused his wicked grin to grow wider. He pushed her forward and she almost fell over. After stumbling a few of her steps, she regained her balance and began to head back through the village gates with his arm secured tightly around her shoulders. She could hear Izumo and Kotetsu call out to them, but she was in such a daze that she didn't understand a word they had said.

It took every ounce of restraint in Shikamaru's body to refrain from pulling her into an alleyway and absolutely fucking her senseless. He wasn't one to usually have a high sex drive; but he hadn't seen his girlfriend in a whole week, and feeling her body so close to him flipped a switch in his brain. Especially since tensions had been so high between them before he left. He wanted her, and he was going to have her.

The walk home was dead silent. Neither of them said a word to the other. He simply kept his arm wrapped around her shoulder as they made their way back to their apartment, giving it the occasional squeeze. When they approached the door, Yuuna pulled out her house key and slipped it into the lock. He stood closely behind her, making sure to caress her waist as he waited impatiently for the door to open. She turned the knob and pushed, stepping inside. He followed after her, standing in the foyer waiting for her to close the door.

As soon as he heard the click, he rushed forward and crashed his lips onto hers, pinning her against the wood. Their teeth knocked together and their tongues lashed against each other. He slated a thigh between her legs and pushed, propping her up a little higher against the door. She let out a moan, running her hands down the front of his vest where she caught the zipper and tugged it down. He shimmied the vest off and it landed on the ground with a soft thud. He pushed his thigh against her again, scooting her up another inch or so against the door as he kissed her. He trailed his hands from her hips up to her chest where he began to massage her breasts overtop of her sweater. She moaned again and pulled away to catch her breath.

"Fuck," she huffed, leaning her head to the side as he began suckling against her neck. She ground down against his thigh, closing her eyes and letting out another moan as he continued to knead her breasts in his hands.

"You like that, huh?" He chuckled, shifting his thigh up against her. He lapped at the mark he'd left on her neck and moved his hands down to the hem of her sweater, lifting the fabric up over her head and tossing it to the ground. The sight of her tits spilling out the top of her lacey black bra had him groaning. Without a second thought, he pulled the mounds from their confines and latched onto one of her nipples, lashing at it with his tongue. He took the other in between his fingers and began tugging at the bud, flicking at it with his fingertip.

"A-Ah--" Yuuna keened, shifting one hand to rest against the back of his head and the other to lay flat against his chest. She ground her hips down against his thigh to ease the growing tension between her legs.

Shikamaru didn't seem to take too kindly to this. Of course he wanted to make her feel good, but he wanted to be the one in control of that. Separating his lips from her with a pop, he scoffed and shifted his leg down to rest it on the ground. She whined at the absence of both friction and attention. In one swift movement, he scooped her hands up to pin her wrists above her head against the door. He glared down into her half lidded eyes, panting to catch his breath, watching as her tongue lolled from between her lips; the sight alone was enough to make his dick throb. But he wouldn't fuck her. Not yet. Not until she was coming apart and begging him. He leaned in close to her face, lips mere centimeters from her own.

"Bedroom. Now." He commanded. He stepped away and she chased after his lips with her own, but he was too far away now. He released his tight grip on her wrists, and she proceeded to obey his demand. Yuuna stumbled down the hallway still fully dressed from the hips down and walked into their shared bedroom.

Shikamaru took a moment to watch as she passed him, getting a beautiful view of her ass as it bounced with every excited step she took towards their room. He followed behind her after a few moments, pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the ground carelessly. When he entered the room, he smiled at the sight; she was splayed out on the bed bare naked. Just as he'd hoped. He stepped over towards the bed and kicked off his shoes before sinking into the mattress on his knees and positioning himself in between her legs. She panted as she watched him kneel between her thighs, clutching tightly onto the bed sheets beneath her.

"You gonna tell me what you want?" He inquired firmly, looking down at her with a narrowed gaze. He kept his hands in his pockets. He wouldn't touch her until she told him exactly what she wanted.

"Sh-Shikamaru," she crooned, trying to pull her thighs together to ease the throbbing in her core. He kept himself situated firmly between them, however, so it was a vain attempt. With a bite of her lip, she batted her eyelashes and furrowed her brow. "Touch me. I-I want you to touch me. I need you to touch me."

He cocked an eyebrow and looked down at her, tilting his head to the side, not budging from his spot between her thighs. "C'mon, babe, you've gotta be more specific than that." He smirked. He may have been impatient, but damn if it wasn't fun making her wait. "Where do you want me to touch you, huh?"

Yuuna huffed and glared up at him. "Fucking anywhere. Everywhere. Just...please. Touch me."

Still unsatisfied with her answer, he scoffed and straightened his back from his slouched over position. "What a drag. And here I thought you'd be obedient. Guess we'll have to do this the hard way."

He removed his hands from his pockets and did a few quick hand signs. A moment later, a sequence of shadows slithered their way up around her thighs to pull her legs apart further. They pushed her legs back until her knees were practically resting against her chest. Another set of shadows slunk along the bedsheets and wrapped around her wrists, pinning her to the bed so she couldn't move. It all happened so quickly that she didn't have a chance to react; before she knew it, she was spread out and nearly folded in half.

"A-Ah--" She cried out as her body contorted. She attempted to move, but it was no good. His shadows had her pinned down and she was completely immobilized. The helpless feeling of being entirely at his mercy excited her though, and it sent a throbbing right to her center. Finally, with a shaky breath, she conceded and quietly gave into his demands. "M...My p-pussy."

Shikamaru slouched again and ran his hands up and down the backs of her thighs. "Your what?" He asked in almost a mocking tone. Of course he heard her and knew exactly what she wanted, but he was feeling particularly playful tonight. "You're gonna have to speak up, Yuuna, I couldn't hear you."

"M-My pussy!!" She cried out, attempting to wiggle around to free herself from his shadows. The throbbing in her core was unbearable and she wanted, needed, some kind of relief. "I-I want you to t-touch my pussy!!"

With a shit eating grin, Shikamaru ran his tongue over his lips. "That's my good girl."

And without another word, he shifted his head between her legs and began peppering her inner thighs with kisses. He ran his tongue up the length of her slit, eliciting a sinful moan from his fiancée as she threw her head back in ecstacy. He repeated the motion, slower this time, making sure to taste every drop of her essence that he could get his tongue on. He groaned quietly at her taste, god did she taste good. Better than he ever remembered. He shifted one hand to rest under the crook of one of her knees, then moved the other to slide his long fingers in between her folds as he lashed at her clit.

"F-Fuck, Sh-Shikamaru," She whined, gripping tightly onto the bedsheets beneath her. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she lost herself in the absolute pleasure that filled her body.

He was quickly working her towards her climax as he slipped a finger inside her cunt. The mix of his saliva and her slick made it all too easy to thrust his finger in and out of her. He continued to lick at her clit as he slipped a second finger inside of her, and that was enough to send her over the edge. Her body convulsed and she let out a lewd moan, her tongue falling from her lips and her eyes crossing as her body twitched and she rode out her orgasm against his tongue.

"Fuck, that's my good girl." He praised her as he continued to piston his fingers in and out of her wet heat. He wasn't done with her yet. Not even close. He latched back onto her clit and began suckling at it enthusiastically, lashing his tongue over the sensitive bud as he fucked her with his fingers. She let out another moan, her body still trembling from her climax not five seconds ago. Her back arched up off of the bed, but she was still pinned down by his shadows and unable to move. Still sensitive, she couldn't stop her body from writhing at his touch.

Yuuna let out a whine as she attempted to move her hips away from his tongue, but she was helpless. Immobilized by his shadows, there was no way she was getting free. She panted and writhed against his wet tongue, desperately trying to ease the growing overstimulation radiating in her core. The Nara took note of this, and decided to play along. He slowed down considerably, nursing her clit between his lips and lazily flicking his tongue over the bud. His fingers slowed down too, but he curled them upward inside of her in an attempt to keep her in a daze. He pumped slowly and steadily, following the rhythm with his tongue. He let out a soft groan at the sinful little moans that left her lips, opening his eyes to look up at her and watch her reactions as he continued his ministrations. Her face was flushed the prettiest shade of pink, and her captivating green eyes were threatening to spill tears. Her tongue remained hanging from between her lips, a small dribble of saliva trickling down her chin. It was the most beautiful he’d seen her. The look of pure euphoria painting her features sent a throb to his cock and he couldn’t help the way he found himself grinding down into the mattress. The friction against his groin drew out another groan and he began to pick up his pace, still lashing at her clit lazily, but faster and with more purpose. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he made an effort to push her towards another release, making quick work of his fingers and shifting his other hand upwards to grasp one of her breasts. He massaged the flesh in his palm, making sure to roll her nipple in between his fingertips.

She threw her head back onto the pillow and gasped at the overwhelming sensations that racked her body, drawing her closer to her second orgasm. The combined feeling of his fingers thrusting into her tight hole and his tongue lapping at her nerves had her mind going foggy. The added sensation of Shikamaru toying with her sensitive breasts made her pant. She writhed around underneath him, desperately wanting to run her hands through his long black hair. To feel him underneath her fingertips.

“W-Wanna touch,” She whined, lifting her head back up as she rolled her hips against his tongue. “I-I wanna touch you.”

He watched as her gaze returned to meet his eyes and he smirked, acknowledging her request but doing nothing to fulfill it.

“That’s too bad,” He replied, concentrating for a moment to tighten her bindings ever so slightly. He also took the opportunity to pull her legs apart just a little more, allowing him more room to devour her delicious cunt. “You’re gonna have to wait until I’m done.”

She let out another whine as she felt the shadows around her wrists constrict. In a desperate attempt to push herself closer to release, in hopes that maybe he’d let her touch him, she began riding his tongue. He growled at her impatience, pulling his lips away from her and slipping his fingers out from her hole. She fussed at the feeling of emptiness, a chill settling on her skin.

“N-No, why did you s-stop?” She griped desperately, shifting around in an attempt to ease that growing pressure in her gut again.

“Because you’re being a pain,” He replied huskily, sitting back on his knees. “I told you to be patient. If you’d let me finish I would have undone my jutsu and given you what you wanted, but I guess you’ll just have to sit here and think about what you’ve done.”

She gawked at his words, furrowing her brows and biting her lip. “M-Mean, that’s so mean…!” She cried out, writhing around trying to loosen her restraints. Shikamaru smirked down at her.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a damn brat and just listened to what I told you to do, we wouldn’t be in this fix.” He chuckled. Sure, he was just as impatient as she was and wanted nothing more than to pound her into the mattress. But he was the one in charge here, and if she didn’t listen, there were going to be consequences. “I’ll tell you what. If you can be patient and let me make you cum again, I’ll undo my jutsu and you can touch me all you want. But if you’re gonna be a pain in the ass, I’ll just leave you here. All wound up with no way of getting yourself off. You won’t be able to blink without thinkin’ about how bad you want me to fuck you. How does that sound?”

She glared up at him for a moment, wriggling her wrists around again. The throbbing in her core was undeniable. As stubborn as she was, she knew it wouldn’t be worth it to play this little game. Her fiancé was a man with zero patience, and she knew he would make good on that promise. Deciding to bite her tongue, she conceded and nodded her head. He smirked and leaned forward again, hovering his lips over her throbbing clit.

“Atta girl.” He murmured before parting his lips to lick at it slowly.

She winced and threw her head back onto the pillow, biting her lip to stifle the moan that threatened to pour from between them. Shikamaru slid his fingers between her folds once more, gathering her slick and pushing them slowly into her cunt. She gasped at the feeling of being filled up once more, the sensation almost enough to push her over the edge. She cursed under her breath, careful to not move her hips against him too much in fear he would stop again. He took her nerves between his lips once more, suckling and laving it with his tongue as he began pistoning his fingers in and out of her heat. He combatted the slow movement of his tongue by moving his wrist quickly, fucking her pussy with long, nimble fingers. She let out another whine into the air and he smiled against her clit, flicking his tongue faster to meet the pace his hand was moving at. It only took a moment before she was cumming around his tongue again, her vision going white and her body convulsing as she gripped down on the bed sheets until her knuckles turned white. She cried out his name as she came, grinding her hips down against his hot muscle. She huffed and panted, squirming around and trying to move away from his mouth.

“Nuh uh, I’m not done with you yet.” He growled, wrapping his arm around her thigh to hold her in place as he continued to lash at her clit, relentlessly fucking into her hole and groaning against her skin. He ground down into the mattress again to ease his throbbing cock, growing more and more impatient to fuck her senseless. He kept her pinned against his mouth as she sobbed out his name. He was going to make her cum again.

Tears streamed down her face as her overstimulated body writhed under his touch, panting and gasping at the surge of electricity that coursed through her body. She choked out another sob as she felt the pressure in her gut build up rapidly again. She felt a different sensation this time around. She couldn’t explain it, but something felt strange. The more he ravaged her, the more the feeling built up. And without warning, her third orgasm of the night crashed over her and she drew out a lewd moan. But this time, a stream of clear liquid gushed from her cunt as it convulsed around his fingers. Shikamaru shot backwards, the fluid splashing against his neck and trickling down his chest. He snickered as he slowly removed his slick-soaked fingers from her quivering pussy.

“Well that’s new.” He noted with a smile, sitting back on his knees and looking down at the soaked bed sheets under her. She laid there trembling, her body still bound by his Shadow Stitching jutsu, with a flushed face and half lidded eyes. He leaned forward, resting one hand against the headboard as he hovered over top of her. He brought the hand he fucked her with up to her face. “Open.”

And without a second thought, Yuuna opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. He pushed the fingers covered in her juices past her lips and onto the pad of her tongue which immediately curled around them, cleaning off her essence. The taste made her moan and she locked eyes with her lover, making a show of licking him clean. She began bobbing her head around his fingers, licking from the base up to his fingertips and back. He groaned hungrily down at her and watched her tongue slide around his fingers. It sent a jolt right to his cock and he cursed under his breath.

“You’re such a messy girl.” He teased, tilting his head to the side and keeping his eyes fixated on the way her tongue slid around his fingers. “First you cum all over me and soak through the bed sheets, and now you’re getting my fingers all wet.”

She didn’t say anything in response and instead continued to deep throat his fingers. He pulled his hand from her mouth, a string of saliva dribbling down her tongue and onto her chest. She panted and looked up at him with needy eyes, the wet muscle lolling from her lips. With a scoff, he tugged his pants down just enough to free his throbbing cock from its confines, springing to life and slapping against his abdomen, a bead of precum condensed at the tip. She stared at it and licked her lips, swallowing down the saliva that built up in her mouth. Shikamaru finally released his jutsu, and as soon as her hands were free, she shot forward and wrapped her fingers around his length and took it into her mouth.

She immediately began to bob her head along his cock, moaning as she slid her tongue along the underside. She hollowed her cheeks and looked up at him through heavy lashes, stopping to slap the tip of his cock against her tongue. She swirled it around the head, being sure to stroke his girth as she slid it all the way down his length then back up to the tip. She swallowed him again, quickening her pace as she closed her eyes to taste every inch of his delicious member.

“Fuck, Yuuna,” He groaned, leaning against the headboard again and running his free hand through her brunette locks. He fisted her hair and began to thrust his hips forward, fucking her face in a steady rhythm as she hungrily accepted every inch of his cock. He panted quietly, watching his length disappear behind her lips. His brows furrowed and he began to thrust faster. She shut her eyes and let him fuck into her mouth, happily taking his length as it slid down her throat, moaning with every plunge. He slammed his hips forward and held her against his girth. She winced at the harsh movement, shutting her eyes tightly and gripping onto his thighs. He kept her situated there, staring down at her and panting as he caught his breath. Her eyes cracked open and she looked up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks as she breathed heavily through her nose. He pulled out of her mouth quickly and the rush of air into her lungs made her cough, but she continued to stroke his cock even so. He watched as her scarred fingers wrapped tightly around him, slapping the tip down against her tongue again. She pulled him out of her mouth and smiled, licking her lips and gazing up at him.

"I want your cock," She requested, sliding her free hand down the length of her body until her fingers ghosted over her folds. Shikamaru watched her hand move and he swallowed, then shifted his gaze back up to meet hers. She took him into his mouth again and gave another few slow bobs of her head, then swirled her tongue over the head and stroked him. "Fuck, Shikamaru, I need your cock inside me."

That was the last straw for him. He hunched over to tug her up into a kiss that was all tongue and no lips, groaning into her mouth as he shifted back on the bed. He freed his grip on her hair and slid his fingers through her folds again, dipping them inside of her with ease. She mewled at the sensation. He chuckled wickedly as he pulled away from her, pumping his fingers in and out of her entrance once more. He kissed down her lips and across her cheek until his own lips met with her ear where he tugged lightly on her earlobe with his teeth.

"I'm gonna fuck you stupid."

His words alone nearly made her cum again. She keened at his touch, panting as she ground her hips down against his fingers. He kissed her ear, licking at the lobe, then pulled back to look down at her. He quickly tugged his pants off and tossed them to the ground, then returned his attention to the beautiful sight of his partner splayed out in front of him. He took his cock in his hand and gave it a few steady pumps, then aligned himself with her entrance. He slid his girth through her folds a few times, coating it with her slick. Then, without warning, he slammed his hips forward until the tip of his cock kissed her cervix. Yuuna cried out in what sounded like a mix of pain and ecstasy, throwing her head back on the pillow and wincing. She took a few short breaths to adjust to the stretch.

It took every ounce of self control he had to not lose his composure and fuck into her like a wild animal. He panted heavily, his own tongue spilling from past his lips as he huffed. He moved his hips back painfully slowly until only the head of his cock remained inside her, then he repeated the action of thrusting his hips forward until the tip of his cock met her cervix once more. She let out another cry, but this time it was no pain and all pleasure. Her back arched up off the bed and she tugged at the bed sheets, gasping for air as she stared needily up at her partner. He repeated the motion a few times, drawing out a sinful moan from her with every thrust. He let out a low groan at the feeling of her intoxicating wet heat clamping down around him. Shikamaru leaned forward and rested his forearm beside her head, caging her in as he leaned forward to kiss her. As soon as their lips met she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to dip inside and lash against hers. He set a steady, languid pace as he fucked into her.

She broke the kiss with a huff to catch her breath, their tongues connected by a string of saliva that dribbled down and dissipated. Their eyes locked and he stared down at her as he slammed his hips against hers, a lewd squelching sound filling the air. She shifted her hips slightly to wrap her legs around his hips, then looked down to watch as his cock disappeared inside of her. She licked her lips and giggled.

"S-So good," She mewled, looking back up at him. "Feels so f-fucking good."

He smirked down at her and began to pick up his pace, rolling his hips harder as he fucked into her cunt. It wasn't long before he set an almost feral pace, pounding into her and making good on his promise to fuck her absolutely stupid. He surged forwards again to catch her in a breathless kiss, moving his other hand down to slide his fingertips over her clit. He moved in quick circles, increasing the pressure with each flick of his wrist. Yuuna moaned against his tongue, lifting her arms and wrapping them around his neck to pull him impossibly closer. She circled her hips against his again, synching her movements with his. The pressure in her gut began to build up again as he flicked his fingertips over her clit and pounded into her, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she let the pleasure take over her body. She wrapped her hand around the back of his head, pulling his hair tightly and loosening some strands from his ponytail.

"You're close, huh?" He asked rhetorically, because he very much knew the answer to that question. Their eyes locked and she nodded her head furiously, biting down on her lip as he thrusted into her tight hole. He gave a particularly hard thrust coupled with a particularly quick circle of his fingers against her clit and it was enough to send her hurdling over the edge. Her eyes crossed and her mouth fell open into an O as her orgasm hit her hard, an erotic moan spilling past her lips and out into the air as he fucked her through her climax. "Such a naughty girl, cumming all over my cock."

"Fuuuuuuck," She whined when she finally came back down to earth. He continued pounding into her, pushing himself up off of the bed and hooking his hands under her knees to push her legs back and press into her deeper. This drew out another lewd moan from the brunette beneath him. "F-Fuck, Sh-Shikamaru."

He leaned forward and sealed her mouth with a kiss, then pulled back to tug at her lip between his teeth. He kissed down her cheek and along her jaw, pressing his lips to the crook of her neck as he had her folded in half. He groaned against her skin then began to slow his pace down, feeling himself teetering on the edge of his own orgasm. But he wasn't ready to cum yet. Not until he'd gotten at least one more out of her.

Yuuna took note of his slowed pace and pushed her elbows up off of the bed, then rotated her hips to the side until he fell down onto the mattress next to her. She flipped him onto his back and straddled his waist, shooting down to kiss him and moaning against his lips. She bounced against his hips, fucking herself on his cock, mewling as he hit deep inside of her. He hugged her waist as he kissed her, thrusting upwards and plunging his girth into her wet heat, moaning against her mouth. He ran his hands down her waist to the plush skin of her ass, squeezing and massaging the flesh between his fingers. He spread her cheeks apart, bouncing her on his cock. She broke the kiss to catch her breath, looking down at her lover with lust in her eyes.

"Fuck," She whimpered. Using his chest as leverage, she sat up and straddled his waist, slowly gyrating her hips and dragging her clit along his skin.

She licked at her lips and languidly pulled herself off of his cock, his head kissing her entrance, then leisurely sunk back down onto him until their hips met once more and repeated the motion several times. He ran his hands up and down her waist, slowly thrusting up into her as she plunged herself down on him, matching her easy pace. He closed his eyes and leaned back into the pillow, intoxicated by the rush of endorphins that coursed through his body as he felt her squeezing his cock. He furrowed his brow and looked down at where they were connected, watching her slide down his length and groaning as he saw himself disappearing inside of her.

His fingers twitched against her skin and he dug his nails into her waist. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat, and he gripped onto her tightly then swiftly began to fuck up into her at an aggressive pace. The sudden shift in speed took Yuuna by surprise and she gasped, falling forward and leaning against the headboard. Her tits bounced in his face with every feral thrust. He snatched one of her nipples between his teeth, suckling and lashing at it with his tongue as he tugged it towards him. He moaned against her salty skin, the telltale signs of his own orgasm drawing dangerously close. He had to make her finish at least one more time. He shifted one hand from her waist down to her belly where he rested it there, flicking the pad of his thumb against her clit as she rode his cock. Her breathing got heavier, the combined sensations filling her head with fog once more. Her tongue fell from her lips and she knit her brows together, watching as his tongue lapped at the sensitive nub. That same odd feeling she had before built up in her cunt and she babbled incoherently, grinding against his hips and pushing herself towards release. Yuuna's eyes slammed shut as the dam within her burst, crying out with a salacious sob as her body convulsed around his cock, clamping down on him like a vice. Clear liquid squirted out from her once more, and she trembled as he fucked her through her orgasm.

"That's my good girl," Shikamaru groaned as he thrusted into her, pulling his cum soaked hand up to her face. He shoved his thumb into her mouth, her fucked out expression sending a throbbing straight to his cock. He smirked at her as she compliantly licked her cum off of his fingers, eyes glazed over with tears and body still trembling from the overstimulation. He punched his hips upwards and held them there, heaving for breath as he watched the tears roll down her cheeks. She jerked at the harsh movement, a muffled cry echoing through their bedroom as she panted. He yanked his hand from her mouth and pulled her head down to kiss her, then broke away after a moment with a smug grin. "I'm gonna fill you up, my naughty girl."

Her eyes fluttered and nearly rolled back into her skull at his words. He shot forward to kiss her again, pounding up into her at a brutal pace. She squirmed overtop of him as he fucked into her, her skin on fire and her nerves shot from the several orgasms she'd had. She choked out a sob as his pace grew impossibly quicker, clinging to the headboard for dear life as his animalistic pace caused a final orgasm to go ripping through her body. She flopped over on top of him, babbling and drooling as he dug his fingernails into the globes of her ass. It only took a few more thrusts before he let out a guttural groan against her neck, his cum spilling into her pussy and painting her walls white. He moaned quietly, peppering soft kisses against her burning skin and running his hands in soothing lines up and down her wet back.

They stayed connected there for a few minutes as they both came down from their respective highs, nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing heard in the quiet of their bedroom. When his heart rate finally stabilized, he gently rolled her over onto her side so she would be more comfortable. He pulled his hips backwards and disconnected their bodies, his cum spilling from her swollen cunt and soaking through the bed sheets. She whimpered at the loss of contact, but was swiftly tugged against his chest. Shikamaru rested his arm around her shoulders, then ran his fingers along her arm and closed his eyes.

"Not gonna clean up?" She asked softly, tracing circles around his sticky skin. He scoffed.

"I'm not doing anything for the next week." He replied groggily, already half asleep. Yuuna chuckled and hummed. She really couldn't blame him. With a satisfied sigh, she looked up at him and shifted upwards a little to give him a peck on the cheek.

"I'm glad you're home safe, baby." She spoke in a gentle tone. The corners of his lips turned up into a smile and he cracked an eye open to look down at her. He tilted his head to the side to place a soft, warm kiss against her bruised lips.

"Me too."

They smiled at one another and shared another soft kiss. Shikamaru rested his cheek on top of his fiancée's head and Yuuna gave one final satisfied sigh before they both drifted off to sleep.

Maybe the married life wouldn't be as bad as he thought.

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saffronwritings · 3 years

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Songbird A Self-Indulgent Self-Insert Trickster Fanfiction

Part Nine: Heroes Never Die Word Count: 3.5k Content Warning: Steve being a bad ass bitch and the Legion causing chaos

You woke up propped up against the log of the campfire that was almost foreign to you as of lately. The temptation to hang out with the killer’s you got to know very fondly had kept you away from the comforting peace that the campfire offered. Tears streamed down your cheeks immediately as you came to realize what had happened. You felt a pain in your chest as you sobbed quietly. Only to be startled when a hand came and clasped your shoulder. Looking up to see a sympathetic Quentin sitting by your side, up on the log. “Steve told me what happened when he got back from his trial. He’s talking to Nancy currently, I can go get him if you want.” He told you, and started to get up.

You stopped him from getting anywhere by grabbing his arm, and pulled him down next to you into a hug. You let out your wails, burying your head into the crook of his shoulder. He was stunned at first before he wrapped his arms carefully around you instinctually. Steve had told him how you had ended up at the trial already beaten and bloodied. Leon was at your side immediately as soon as you returned once again unconscious.

Sometimes when a survivor was mori’d they would return to the campfire passed out from the pain. This was unlike anything any of them had seen; your body was basically torn to shreds with blood staining all of your clothes. Stab wounds were all over your body as if you had been a victim of a murder scene. You had coughed up a bit of blood and Steve had said this was the second time he saw you doing that. Worry coursed through Leon and Quentin as they got to work patching you up. What was more surprising was when Steve and Nea told them that the Trickster was actually going after you in a match.

“He didn’t even lay a finger on her in the first match we had.” Leon whispered out, looking at your limp body. Quentin felt for your pulse that was weak but still there. The three boys were worried shitless for your weak form. “Everyone, stay within the campfire’s boundaries until further notice!” Leon instructed. No one tried to challenge his ruling as they weren’t sure what happened to you after your fight with Yun-Jin.

Quentin was rubbing circles onto your back as you let out your sobs. Not only had you been betrayed by one of what you thought were your friends in the Fog, but also by someone you were falling for. He had told you he was going to protect you and then for him to spit it back in your face on the hook? It was like a jab to the gut. Yun-Jin was right, he stabbed you so badly in the back that you felt like you were being hooked over and over again. Steve had come over and felt a wave of sadness wash over him at the state you were in.

Out of all the survivors here in the Fog, you always were light-hearted and happy. You made the best out of bad situations. You had a heart of gold enough to befriend Killer’s because you knew there was some good in them. To see you so broken down made his heart shatter into a million pieces. Rage blossomed into his chest to hear you sob into Quentin’s shoulder. He grinded his teeth in pure rage and he wanted nothing but to get revenge for you. You had become one of his closest friends in the Fog. Always saving him from dumb decisions or even tricky situations.

There was no one here that was as loyal of a friend as you had been to him. Leon saw the glint in Steve’s eyes as he walked away from where you were crying. Leon immediately got up and stalked over to Steve. “I know that look, you are not going out into the Fog.” Leon commanded, a deadly serious look in his eyes. “You are not going to make me sit back and watch my best friend sob her eyes out. I am going to do something.” Steve growled, eyes just as wild as the rookie cop.

“Steve, it’s not a good idea. We don’t know what happened to Saffron before the trial to have her so broken.” Nancy spoke up, approaching Steve gently. “I don’t care!” He shouted, startling some of the other survivors. “The only way you are stopping me from leaving is by force.” Steve challenged Leon, who glared at him. “Don’t say we didn’t warn you.” Leon hissed before heading back to sit next to Jill. Before Nancy could protest, Steve was running off into the Fog.

It was dangerous, he knew this. Any of the killers could have been the ones who injured Saffron that badly before the trial. It could have even been one that she had befriended for all they knew. However, if he was going to do this, he needed back-up. All the survivors were too scared of what was potentially out there watching and waiting for them to follow in his lead. His feet carried him as quickly as they would allow. It was a risky move, especially not knowing who ambushed his friend. He had to try though. You would have raised hell if it was the other way around. And he knew exactly who to go for and he hoped they would help without killing him first.

Soon the forest floor turned snowy and he saw the Ski lodge in the distance. He picked up his pace and didn’t think twice before stumbling into the beaten down realm of the Legion. Startled by the sudden intrusion, Julie quickly flicked her mask down. “What are you doing here?” She growled, quickly getting up into a defensive position with a knife already in her hand. “I need help.” Steve wheezed, clearly out of breath from running.

The female leader of the Legion was ready to pounce before she heard Susie shout, “Julie wait!” causing her to hesitate. Susie came rushing down the stairs to get in between the intruding survivor and her friend. “You’re Saffron’s friend, right?” Susie asked cautiously, also unsure of the survivor being in their safe place. Something had struct as familiar with the boy and she remembered that it was the same one you had brought with her when she came to visit one time. Her right hand was hovering over where she kept her weapon under her skirt band still as a precaution.

“Yes. I’m here because of Saffron.” Steve breathed out, trying to gain a semblance of control of his breathing. “What’s wrong with Saffron?” Julie asked, immediately being alert to the urgency in Steve’s voice. “A killer injured her outside of our trials, she was put into a match already incapacitated and we were unable to heal her. Then the Trickster attacked her and treated her so poorly.” Steve explained, causing Susie to gasp in horror.

“What?!” Julie shouted in anger. Susie thought to go try and calm down her friend but she felt herself budding up in her own fury. “We don’t know who hurt her outside of the campfire, we tried to ask her but at the time she couldn’t remember. According to one of the other survivors, when she pleaded to Ji-Woon to help her, he kicked her back down and had no issues hooking her.” Steve winced out, being just as frustrated in the situation.

“He attacked me when I was trying to help her out, but when I was out of the picture he hooked her immediately after. It’s like whatever feelings he had were gone, if they were ever real to begin with.” He continued, anger rising even more as he explained this to the Legion. “He’s a deadman.” Julie breathed out in a chilling whisper. Susie nodded and Steve felt immediately relieved with having at least two of the Legion members on his side.

“I have no idea where his realm is or how to even get to it but I need help.” Steve explained, and then suddenly Julie paused. “Shit I don’t know either. The only person I think who knows where Trickster’s realm is Ghostface and I haven’t seen him in a few days.” She explained, making Steve curse. “Make that two people, I know where it is.” Frank spoke up, leaning over the guardrail where Steve had previously seen Ghostface.

“How do you know where it is?” Julie questioned the male in an accusing tone. “I do my exploring when I’m angry after a trial. The Entity has it pretty hidden for the time being. Not hidden well enough from me though.” Frank told his teammates and Steve could almost hear the deviousness in his voice. “You’re willing to help?” Steve asked in confusion.

The last time he was here, he absolutely detested you being anywhere near him. “I like causing chaos, this isn’t for her sake.” He snapped, making Steve smile. “It’s a shame that Joey isn’t here, it's been a while since the four of us destroyed something together.” Frank said as he walked down the same staircase Susie had taken earlier. “Says who?” A voice chimed as they walked over the rubble that was left at the gaping hole in the way. Steve turned around to see Joey walking up to Frank to give him a fist bump. “Let’s go teach pretty boy a lesson.” Julie growled deviously and Steve nodded as he followed the group of troublemakers out into the Fog.

. . .

It was a hike over to the Trickster’s realm - much further than Steve has ever ventured out into the Fog. It put Steve a bit on edge considering the circumstances. He did feel safe with the four rag-tag group of misfits on his side for this venture. However, when the five of them started to get glimpses of the neon city lights from the thick forest trees, a wave of relief washed over them. Finally breaking through the brush of the trees, they found themselves walking on asphalt. “It looks so life-like. Almost like we’re not in the Fog.” Steve whispered out, as if he needed to be quiet.

“The Entity is an entirely wondrous being, being able to create anything out of nothing. The Ski Lodge is almost an exact copy of the one we knew outside the Fog, just not as destroyed.” Frank explained, kicking over a sign that stood outside the fake marketplace. Julie bolted away from the group before any of them could stop her. She was smashing glass windows, destroying marketplace setups, and creating a chaotic mess.

“I wouldn’t get in her way if I were you.” Joey warned from behind Steve who had gulped. What had he gotten himself into? Frank signaled for us to follow him down a pretty well hidden alleyway. “What are we looking for?” Steve asked as the other members of the Legion looked into the windows of the buildings lining the back alley. “An entrance.” Frank stated simply.

Susie opened a door that she had been peeping into and you could feel the excitement vibrating off of her. Steve almost could understand why you got along so well with the pink haired girl. “Jules!” She shouted which also alerted the rest of the group. Before even seeing if anyone was inside, the group entered without any hesitance. Steve followed cautiously, wondering if they were going to run into the said killer they were hunting down. “Spread out.” Frank instructed as they split up in the apartment.

It had looked too normal to Steve, as if this was an actual apartment they were breaking into. As if the cops were going to be called for a breaking and entering charge. Although he imagined that the ragtag team of troublemakers weren’t that afraid of something like that. “Heads up.” Frank called as something was flung into the air towards Steve.

Reacting quickly, he grabbed the flying object mid flight before it connected with his face. It was one of the Trickster’s bats with the tip of it covered in spikes. “Go crazy.” Frank spoke up, and you could almost see the grin on his face. Steve himself grinned as he swung the bat in his head and then smashed it over the row of clean dishes sitting on the counter. A sense of relief had washed over him with the destruction.

He wanted to do more.

So he took it upon himself to smash everything within sight. The glass table that sat right outside the kitchen, shattered into pieces when the club connected to its surface. A laugh left the boy's lips as he continued to shatter everything in the apartment.

He entered what he assumed was the idol’s bedroom and stalked into the bathroom. He flicked on the lights and noticed something in the corner of the mirror. A polaroid picture of the killer sleeping on the couch of the Ski lodge. What really caught his attention was your head resting on his lap. A flame of anger boiled up inside him as he swung the bat clearly at the mirror. He picked up the polaroid and shoved it in his pocket. He doesn’t need that anymore.

The five of them had tore his apartment to shreds with no regrets. “He must be in a trial.” Joey said when all of them regrouped in the living. “Damnit, I was hoping to stab the little fucker.” Julie growled, and Frank put a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to calm her. Susie was shifting on her feet anxiously as she waited for Frank to give them the next command. “We can stake out the next few days to see when he’s back.” Frank announced, slinging his arm around Julie before leading her out of the apartment.

The rest of the group had followed the two out of the apartment. “How is Saffron?” Susie asked Steve as they headed out of the alleyway. He was about to answer when he bumped into Joey who had stopped ahead of him. He was about to ask what was going on before he looked up to see the colorful killer. “You BASTARD.” Steve growled.

The Legion had actually stepped aside and let Steve rush the killer. What Steve didn’t notice in his rage was the surprised look on Ji-Woon’s face. Even if he did, it wouldn’t have stopped him from running over to the killer, bat in his hands in a deadly grip. He swung the bat in his hand a few times before swinging full force at the killer, nailing him in the chest. Ji-Woon was taken off-guard by not only the group being in his realm but then for the survivor to attack him with his own weapon.

He was so disoriented that he took the full blow of the attack. He stumbled back and held his head that was now pounding in pain. “Hold-” Ji-Woon tried to say before Steve kicked him down to the ground and cracked the bat against the killer’s arm that he held up. He smashed the bat again and again over the killer’s arm until he finally moved it and he swung so that it connected with his face.

Steve was breathing heavily as he gained his composure and realized how much he had winded himself with the attack. He backed up to see the killer bloodied and bruised. A look of confusion and frustration was on his face and that only enraged him further. However, instead of going on the assault he turned around and looked at the blonde female. “He’s all yours, blondie.” Steve growled before stalking off behind Joey.

The Legion surrounded the idol and before he could get a word in, they went all in on their attack. “You scumbag! Worthless piece of trash! I swear to god if I ever see your face again I will PERSONALLY skin you alive.” Julie growled out in anger, each statement a blow to the killer’s ribs. Steve made a mental note to never piss off the blonde haired Legion member. How you ever befriended her during a trial was baffling to him, but you seemed to pull miracles a lot in that regard.

After their assault on the Korean man, he was left a much bloodier and bruised state on the ground. He was gasping for air at that point and it seemed that the Legion was satisfied with the work they had done. The Legion members stepped over him one by one, until Susie squatted down and gripped his hair and pulled him to eye level. She lifted her mask up so that he could see the rage in her eyes. “You ever approach Saffron again, we will end you.” She flashed him a sinister smile before smashing his face back into the pavement.

Steve got one more hit in before he dropped the bat to the killer’s feet. “This is your only warning, Ji-Woon. Do not come near her again.” Steve spat out venomously, pulling out the polaroid picture and ripping it up in front of the killer. Ji-Woon let out a whimper of pain, watching with wide eyes as Steve ripped up the picture. Steve followed the Legion out, ignoring the grunts of pain from the killer behind him.

They all trailed back to the lodge quietly, Julie humming happily with being able to choose violence outside of the trial. “I should be getting back to the campfire, thank you guys for coming through and helping a guy out.” Steve said sheepishly as they entered their safe haven, rubbing the back of his head nervously. “Thank you for coming to us about it. Saffron is a good friend of ours and we don’t tolerate killers being that brutal to survivors, let alone our friends.” Julie said, sitting down on the couch with an exhausted huff.

“Give Saffron a hug for me, I’m sure this has shaken her up and I hate the thought of her being upset.” Susie pleaded. “Come with me, I think it will do her good to see a friendly face on this side of the Fog.” Steve said after thinking for a moment. Leon was going to kill him for bringing a Killer so close to their safe space, but he knew you would appreciate the gesture. She looked back to Julie and Frank who nodded and shooed her off.

The walk back was quiet, but Steve felt satisfied with what he had done to the Trickster. Hopefully the message was well received. When he had returned back to the campfire, you had gotten up and rushed over to him and hugged him tight. “I thought Leon said not to go into the Fog.” You scolded him, obviously fearful after what you had been through.

“Yeah, but I had to get something for you.” Steve said with a smile crossing his lips. You looked up at him in confusion before you looked past him to see Susie standing there sheepishly. “Hi Safs.” She waved, unsure how you were going to react. Tears flooded your eyes as you ran out to ambush the poor girl in a hug. The two girls gushed and cried together as Steve walked back over to where Quentin was sitting.

“Good to see you back unharmed.” Quentin said, watching the interaction between you and the pink haired killer. “Leon is gonna kill me, but it would have been worth it. I don’t want her to lose faith in those she’s already befriended. The Legion would do anything for her.” Steve said, leaning back to relax. He realized what he had done and that it was potentially going to have really bad repercussions, but in his eyes it was all worth it.

“Don’t tell me…” Quentin said in a startled hushed tone. “I might have teamed up with them to go teach that pretty boy a lesson.” He shrugged his shoulders and avoided eye contact with both Quentin and Leon. “Jesus Christ, Steve you could have gotten seriously injured.” Quentin said while running a hand over his face. “But I didn’t.” Steve sang, almost making Quentin want to slap the backside of his head.

Both Quentin and Steve looked over to see you still hugging the girl tightly to you. “Do you think she’s going to be okay?” Quentin asked, watching how you both collapsed to the ground a huddle of tears. “She will be. I don’t know if she’s going to be up to her same antics but she’ll be a bit more careful.” Steve said, and as much as it pained him, Quentin knew he was right. It was going to take time, but hopefully you would one day be back to your crazy killer befriending antics.

Yun-Jin was tempted to tell you she told you so, but seeing how broken you were, she didn’t have the heart. She was sad that it came down to this in all honesty. She was going to have to have a word with her former employee if anything was going to be solved. She felt like she owed you that much after being so kind to her the first day she was here. She didn’t approve of you going and pursuing Ji-Woon, but she wouldn't sit back and watch you hurt because of him. Not on her watch.

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yumgrapejuice · 4 years

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An analysis on Ranboo’s lore playlist

okay y’all first of all, ranboo has a killer taste, i love him, and second, i couldn’t resist. i’m an analyst by nature. am i looking too deep into some things? did ranboo maybe choose some songs purely for the vibe? perhaps. do i care? no. let me have my fun.

I’m gonna drop my own analysis/interpretation based on these songs but feel free do use this yourself if you want!! And also feel free to disagree/correct me on anything!! I’m not a professional musical analyst lol and I did take some inspiration from already existing interpretations for the more lyrical songs.

here’s the playlist btw

“Introduction to the Snow”—introduction to the album. Fitting for the playlist’s beginning, seeing the tone. It’s mostly referencing (self-imposed) isolation.

“Dream Sweet in Sea Major”—this Miracle Music’s whole album is about dreams and reality, how they clash, loneliness and the wish to be close to someone, yet still remaining isolated. Very whimsical, metaphorical, melodic, and it has this vibe as if on the edge of consciousness. I’d say it fits quite well with c!Ranboo’s general vibe. This song in particular deals with sleepwalking(ha)/being in a dreamlike state, the line between what’s real and what’s not blurred.

“The Mind Electric”—oh this one fits Ranboo extremely well. First part is in reverse, the second in normal (mirroring), and it can get quite unsettling. Like you’re not sure what’s happening with the instrumentals, many different voices. Again, very metaphorical, but to put it shortly, the protagonist is being judged for a crime they’ve committed and, in their defence, they say: “Father, your honor, may I explain, my brain has claimed its glory over me; I’ve a good heart albeit insane”. They get “condemned to the infirmary” for that, where electric shock is used on them as a form of “therapy”. As a result, the protagonist loses grip on reality and themselves and truly does go insane. They beg for mercy and sympathy, but there’s no one to help them. “Someone help me; Understand what's going on inside my mind; Doctor I can't tell if I'm not me”—need I say more, really?

“Live and Let Die”—the phrase “live and let die” means to live your life how you wish and let others live how they wish without interfering. At first, you live by the phrase “live and let live”, meaning you have your ideals and you try to change the lives of others according to them, but as life progresses, you stop caring as much/try to distance yourself from others’ business.

“Turn the Lights Off”—dreams and nightmares. Mildly foreboding yet energetic. The actual meaning is about growing up (transition from childhood to adulthood), but we can take some other interpretations that’d fit with Ranboo’s character better. This Tally Hall’s album deals with differences, black and white, and how there shouldn’t be a divide between them. In this song, there are some noteworthy lines that I’d like to mention:

- “Bend the nightmare, you control it; Artful dodger, easy does it”—lucid dreaming, you have to be careful with it so as to not lose control.

- “Shut the closet, get under the covers”—you’re afraid of something and instead of facing it and seeing whether there even is something to be afraid of, you hide.

- “Turn the lights off”—confront your fears. It can also mean that in the dark, there’s no differences between people, going back to the album’s meaning.

- “And everybody wants to get evil tonight; But all good devils masquerade under the light”—this could mean that everyone has a darker part of themselves but those who actually indulge in their dark tendencies do so in plain sight by pretending to be someone else.

“Ruler of Everything”—the main theme here is time and how it’s the “ruler of everything”; time doesn’t matter about where it goes, and it will never stop. The second verse is most interesting to me—there are two singers, man and time, but for the sake of interpretation let’s just see it as two voices. One is obsessed about being liked, fitting in, constantly asking for reaffirmation (“Do you like how I walk? Do you like how I talk?”), while the second criticizes the first (“You practice your mannerisms into the wall”). They argue—”I’ve been you, I know you, your facade is scam; You know you’re making me cry, this is the way that I am”. The second is calling out the first for not being honest to himself. Tone is lighthearted but with an edge of unease.

“Merry-Go-Round of Life”—from Howl’s Moving Castle soundtrack. The title’s self-explanatory, I’d say.

“Killer Queen”—this one’s a harder one to interpret in regards to Ranboo lol. The song is about, based on an interview with Mercury, a high class woman that likes to indulge in her various desires (mostly sexual). I would doubt that’s what Ranboo was going for, so! Perhaps about a person that has no regards for their reputation and instead does whatever they feel like it? They have a certain image but still act however they like. Yeah, not too sure about this one :’) But that’s what I’ll go with for my later analysis.

“Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked”—quite straightforward. A person that performs bad deeds has reasons for them. Not excuses, but explanations, and you can sympathize with it. We all do “bad” things for one reason or the other, and, in the end, we’re all just trying to get by. Once again, plays into the theme of there not being a clear distinction between good and bad.

“The Bidding”—another harder one to interpret. On the surface, it’s about an auction where men are trying to sell themselves to women. They all present themselves in different images, and it’s remarked that the women care less about the date and more about the prospect of it, the pretty words. The date, actually, ends up being disappointing. Could be about expectations. Some men outright admit they’re assholes so whoever chooses them should know that. People can tell you what their intentions are from the start so if you end up hurt, you have no one else to blame but yourself.

“A Mask of My Own Face”—another interesting one! Unusual instruments, strong beat. They’re singing about how they have a desire to pretend to be someone else while secretly still being themselves. “I’d rob my own apartment and I wouldn’t give a damn; I’d blame it on the person that nobody knows I am”—implying they have no regard for their own livelihood and are just out to have some fun. Plus, that no one would be aware it’s all an act. “I'd wear it on Thanksgiving and I'd laugh in the parade; At all the people hissing, knowing I'm the one they hate”—they take delight in the idea of upsetting others and them not knowing it’s actually the singer that they should be hissing. “And at the big finale I would tear my face away; And smile as they grip their own and try to do the same”—everyone wears masks, and this person implies that their mask and their true self is not different from each other while others’ are.

“Stardust Crusaders”—soundtrack from Jojo. Action-packed? idk never seen it sorry lol

“I Can’t Decide”—oh, this one’s a doozy! One of the ones that do not fit c!Ranboo at all, but that’s what makes it interesting. A classic, the singer is out to have fun, very lighthearted and yet they’re singing about murder. The protagonist here is clearly mentally unwell and they’re indecisive whether they should let their enemy/toy/(up to interpretation) live or not. Some curious lines:

- “It’s not easy having yourself a good time”—in the context of the song, that “good time” implies something wicked.

- “I’m not a gangster tonight, don’t wanna be the bad guy, I’m just a loner, baby, and now you’ve got in my way”—they don’t view themselves as “bad”, however, the next two lines are paradoxal—the singer says they’re alone and yet decide to “mess around” with whoever comes up in their life.

- “No wonder why my heart feels dead inside, it’s hard and cold and petrified”—signifying lack of empathy.

- “It’s a bitch convincing people to like you”—they don’t actually want to do that and see it as a bother.

“Stranded Lullaby”—back to Miracle Musical, back to the theme of isolation. Super lyrical, super musical. They talk about how their memories float around aimlessly in their head, a sea, and may sometimes get lost. The protagonist, a sailor, is losing touch with reality and can’t tell apart what’s a dream anymore and what’s not. They question what they’re going through and why.

“Hidden In The Sand”—a song about longing, in my eyes. The protagonist sings about how “you” love things and how he wishes to love the same things, in the end admitting that “all I’ve wanted was you”. They don’t wish to be separated, they wish to have someone in their life that they could love.

“Now I’m Here”—euphoric. They sing about how they’re alive again, thanks to one specific person. I’m not gonna go too much into this one (partly because it’s a more difficult one for me again, partly because it’s Queen and I don’t wanna uhh talk nonsense on accident lol), but what I got from it is that when one one else saw them, someone did, and they made them “live again”, and now as a result the protagonist is devoted to them.

“&”—really highlights Tally Hall’s album’s theme of black and white and that there shouldn’t be a divide. The repetition of comparing opposites is present throughout the entire song (Weak & Strong & Wet & Dry…) and it’s heavily implied we should “say goodnight” to this mindset. But people love to choose sides, put things into good or bad categories. By the line “They took a lesson from their fathers” it’s implied that people don’t develop this mindset by themselves and are rather influenced by others around them. The whole album is titled “Good & Evil” and Tally Hall examines and criticizes this idea. If we keep dividing people into good and bad, eventually, we’ll all destroy ourselves.

“I’m Gonna Win”—a song about someone who’s struggling to get by. “Sometimes it can seem like a merciless dream”—life can get really hard and the protagonist wonders “what’s really worthwhile”. In the chorus, whoever, they declare that they’re “gonna win” no matter what. They might get “bloody and bruised” but they won’t give up until they “won’t be abused” and until they’re “laughing alone”. No matter how hard life/others kick them down, they’ll keep going. By the lines “It’s hard to be charming and smart and disarming; It’s hard to pretend you’re the best; It’s hard to fulfill everyone’s expectations; It’s hard to keep up with the rest” it’s implied that they find it tiresome to keep up appearances and be liked. It’s challenging to always fit everyone’s expectations, but they’ll continue doing whatever they have to to “win”.

if ranboo ever adds more songs to his playlist, i may add them here too :)

#dsmp #ranboo #dream smp analysis #ranboo analysis #song analysis #my analysis #ranboo ily ur taste is amazing brrr #this was a lot of fun but took so long rip #i knew like 90% of these lol

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PREFERRED NAME — nora. i think i started going by it in like, 2009?? my full name is eleanor but i hated it n thought it was way too pretentious n i never felt like it fitted me so when i started writing on forums i decided i’d be a nora rather than eleanor and then my school friends called me it and it just kinda stuck, the only person who calls me eleanor is my mum

PRONOUNS — she / her / ethereal being beyond comprehension

AGE — 23 but i tell everyone im 21 because even tho time is literally fake im desperately clinging to that fleeting thing we call youth trying to catch it like smoke in my hands

PINTEREST — i actually have two. this one is my main one where i just cram all my shit n i’ve had it for years and some of its super unorganised. then i also have this one which is one i made for exclusively female characters. it started as mythological figures but now its like, women in literature and the occasional oc as well. variety is the spice of life!

DISCORD — lindsay lohan’s meth#8664

TUMBLR (PERSONAL/MUSE/RPH) — i used to be froseths but now im pvrscphones cos ya gal is a fucking whore for mythology

OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA YOU’D LIKE TO SHARE — oi oi guvna ere’s me twitta. also here’s my letterboxd n my goodreads if anyone still uses tht

MYER-BRIGGS — enfp / infp border .... the classic profile of a lit student

HP HOUSE — hufflepuff, am fuckin mad.

ZODIAC — libra which is a joke because i am in no way balanced but i guess i AM indecisive and a peacekeeper so?

DO YOU BELIEVE IN ASTROLOGY? — i believe it when it says good shits gonna happen in my life and blame it if bad shit happens but i don’t strongly follow it i just find it interesting

HOW OLD WERE YOU WHEN YOU STARTED RPING ON TUMBLR — maybe like 14?? my first rp blog here is literally so embarassing i wrote as clove from the hunger games n my best friend irl wrote cato :/ it was wild

WHAT YEAR WAS IT? — like 9 years ago?? 2010 maybs

NAME A RANDOM ROLEPLAY THAT STICKS OUT IN YOUR MEMORY — me n my friend ellie made this really cool group the summer before we left for uni which was loosely based on a concept mentioned mayb once in the divergent series, but it gave us loads of freedom to make it our own thing. it was called the fringe n it was like..... this dystopian society where people with different genes were cut off from the rest of society n lived in overrun slum cities where different groups had like, a monopoly over weapons, produce, etc.... my character jack was the leader of this lost-boy-esque tribe called the wolf pack who were hunters n used to run across the rooftops wearing the skins of animals they’d killed and engage in tribal rituals with sacrifices to the gods n shit. sounds lame but everyone there was so invested in their character arcs that it was a shame to see it go. but ! it kind of reached its end point so we blew it up w nukes n they all died. tragic.

WHAT WEIRD ANIMAL WOULD YOU HAVE AS A PET IF IT WAS REALISTIC — a fox?? do ppl keep foxes? idk i’ve always just felt a sense of connection w them like when a fox stares at me im like this shit is life i am living and breathing in this bitch.... visceral

NAME THE FIRST SONG ON YOUR DISCOVER WEEKLY ON SPOTIFY OR THE FIRST SONG THAT COMES ON APPLE MUSIC / ITUNES SHUFFLE — everbody party tonight by cobra man n summer girl by haim..... not my usual stuff but big summer chillin vibes,.....

NAME A BOOK THAT YOU READ IN SCHOOL THAT YOU SURPRISINGLY LIKED — lord of the flies and also the handmaid’s tale. one of assignments was to write a chapter from another character’s perspective n i chose moira

NAME A BOOK YOU HATED THAT MOST PEOPLE LIKED — skellig. fuck off with ur asprin ugly bat man i don’t care. also of mice and men. don’t care about the rabbits or curley’s goddamn wife.

WHAT TV SHOW DID YOU RECENTLY BINGE? — im not a big binger bc i find it jst makes me depressed if i watch tv all day but im nearly finished stranger things season 3 n i recently finished euphoria (big rec but proceed w caution as quite triggering content)

FAVOURITE QUOTE — cool girl speech from gone girl. but also “there’s something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls” i know its like.... such an overused quote but it really encapsulates this kind of feral girlhood that a few of my characters like bridget n greta have tapped into. i also loved the line “i feel like i could eat the world raw” from song of achilles, that really captures this kind of.... pure n childlike enthusiasm tht i wanna achieve w rory

LINK TO A VINE THAT EXUDES YOUR ‘ENERGY’ — this is my energy completely am always covered in glitter n staring broodily out of the windows of ubers at 4am like im in the sad bit of an indie film

DO YOU WRITE OUTSIDE OF RP? WHAT DO YOU WRITE? — uhh.... not as much as i shd.... i want to be a writer so i shd be makin some effort to get my stuff Out Into The World but im just not.... lol. ive done a lot of poetry collections . i wnt to finish a novel @ some point too.

THREE YOUTUBERS YOU STILL TRUST — bold of you to assume i trust any youtubers

A CELEBRITY CRUSH THAT JUST WON’T QUIT — id literally die for saoirse ronan n timothee chalamet :/ chance perdomo also owns my ass.

EVER MEET A CELEBRITY? SHARE YOUR STORY — i once high-fived dani harmer, the actress who played tracy beaker. today my sister text me tryin to make me guess what celebrity she just saw on holiday in wales and for ages she let me think it was timmothee but it was actually bradley walsh from the chase :/

WHAT’S YOUR PICTURE-PERFECT NIGHT? — i am in a bomb ass crop top and mini skirt, several scrunchies in my hair, glitter all over my face, wearing cowboy boots. we eat dinner in a trendy but affordable pub that doubles up as a cocktail bar n then we drink zombies or sex on the beaches n go to a rave where everyone is on the same wavelength n i share drugs with girls in the toilets and we swap numbers knowing we will never text each other but its ok bc in that moment we feel like we are soulmates and everyone is super drunk n touching everyone else n its all very visceral and we walk through the woods when the rave ends and lie in the grass because we wish to suck out all the marrow of life

A CONSPIRACY THEORY YOU KINDA BELIEVE IN — princess diana was murdered

ARE ALIENS REAL? — maybe the real aliens are the friends we made along the way

PLAY ANY PHONE GAMES? WHICH ONES? — love island game im addicted and way too invested in my fictional relationship with bobby, a cartoon

WHAT’S A FILM YOU LOVED WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG AND RECENTLY WATCHED, ONLY TO FIND OUT YOU DON’T ANYMORE — bold of u to assume i remember my childhood. but if we’re talking last 10 years angust, thongs n perfect snogging is so so cringe

DO YOU COLLECT ANYTHING? — pairs of glasses belonging to other ppl when they break / get new ones even though i can see perfectly well.

WHAT’S SOMETHING YOU WANT TO LEARN MORE ABOUT BUT YOU’RE TOO LAZY? — mythology...... always a craving and a wish i’d read like ancient texts but my school wasn’t good enough to do greek or latin or any of that shit n even tho i could read english translations i cant be bothered. also criminal psychology

THREE LANGUAGES YOU DON’T SPEAK, BUT WISH YOU COULD — italian, french and latin

MOVIE YOU’VE WATCHED MORE THAN 5 TIMES — ladybird, about time, angus thongs, shrek 2, what we do in the shadows, the history boys, atonement, coraline, the breakfast club, ferris bueller’s day off

NAME A FICTIONAL CHARACTER FROM TV/FILM/MOVIE/GAME/BOOK THAT YOU FIND YOURSELF PROJECTING ON / YOU RELATE TO — cecilia lisbon. rue in euphoria. alison brie in glow. adam parrish in the raven cycle. richard papen. olivia cooke’s character in thoroughbreds. allen ginsberg in kill your darlings. lily in sex education. holliday grainger’s character in the film animals --- i too am an aspiring writer who never writes and just gets drunk instead .

DO YOU FOLLOW ANY SPORTS? WHO DO YOU ROOT FOR? — no. cba

HOBBIES BESIDES WASTING AWAY HERE? — i go to the movies basically every day bcos i work in a cinema. im also a voracious reader n i occasionally do theatre or costume making

PLUG A TV SHOW / MOVIE / BOOK / VIDEO GAME / ETC… YOU WISH MORE PEOPLE WOULD CHECK OUT — where the wild things are (film by spike jonze). animals. beats. the book fen by daisy johnson and a girl is a half formed thing by eimar mcbride. andy warhol’s biography from a to b and back again

WHOSE BRAIN WOULD YOU LIKE TO PICK, ALIVE OR DEAD? — phoebe waller-bridge on how i get her life. carey mulligan on how she got to be such a good actress n how i can become her. maybs wes anderson. maybs gillian flynn. i tend to listen to podcasts w the ppl i really wanna pick the brains of.

TEAM EDWARD OR JACOB? — edward :/

LAST MOVIE SEEN IN THEATRE — blinded by the light n i lovd it

DO YOU STILL READ? — when i finished uni i kinda got out of the habit but this week i finished two books so ive set myself the challenge of a book a week.

IF SO, WHAT ARE YOU CURRENTLY READING? — i finished song of achilles yesterday n i also finished call me by your name yesterday. started circe by madeline miller today, im also partway through milkman by anna burns and the plays of annie barker

ON A SCALE OF 1-10, HOW MUCH DID YOU HATE FILLING THIS OUT? – 3 i didnt hate it bcos at heart i am self-indulgent and love fashioning some sense of self when i feel lost in a world that is scary and constantly changing

#wshedtask002

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Title: This Is Halloween

Characters/Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline

Rating: R for less explicit/more implied sexual content.

Summary: Dean laughs, knocking against Cas’ shoulder in the process. “That’s the beauty of these movies, man,” he says, smiling through a face full of chocolate. “Watching people make poor life choices and not having to be responsible for any of it.”

Or: Dean and Cas stay in on Halloween. 1787 words.

Notes: Look, I'm still in pain from 15x03 so here's some shameless fluff set in an AU of season 13, based on 14x04, "Mint Condition." Rated R for vaguely sexual content.Any errors/mistakes are entirely my own, and any and all feedback is always appreciated!

Disclaimer: I don’t anything regarding Supernatural or any of its characters. This was written purely for recreational purposes, and no profit is being made from this. I also don’t own "This Is Halloween” from The Nightmare Before Christmas, some of the lyrics being part of the source of inspiration for this particular story.

You can also find this piece at AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20407789/chapters/50711036

"In this town we call home Everyone hail to the pumpkin song In this town, don't we love it now? Everybody's waiting for the next surprise." -"This Is Halloween" from Nightmare Before Christmas

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Halloween tends to be fairly quiet for them, all things considered. With exceptions, of course, but, overall, October 31st tends to be a night that the Winchesters can lay low and recharge. Which is good this year, because Dean could use the distraction from the Apocalypse World and thinking too much on how he lost his mom. Again.

Sam is currently educating Jack about the wonders of the holiday; hell, Dean can’t remember if Sam said he would at least try showing the kid what trick or treating is. Regardless, Sam and Jack are out for the night, leaving Cas in the bunker library (or so he was last Dean heard from him) and Dean alone in his room, sprawled out across his bed, arms and chin resting on a pillow next to a big old pile of candy he stockpiled earlier this morning, a partially empty bottle of whiskey, and a marathon on Shocker of all his favorites; currently, Hell Hazers 2: The Reckoning is playing, and Dean has to smile, recalling his and Sam’s adventure on that particular set all of those years ago. (He’s sometimes tempted to make fake business cards and/or ids with ‘one hell of a PA!’ embossed on them but he never actually follows through. Still something to think about, though.)

He’s enjoying the cheese of it all with a handful of Snickers and a gulp of whiskey a little more expensive than he usually indulges in (self-care, he’ll tell Sam later, when he inevitably bitches about the cost of it and the fact that Dean shared none of it with him), when a knock echoes at the door, followed by Cas walking in.

“Hello Dean,” the angel says, tilting his head as he observes Dean from his position by the door. Dean turns, and, God, he’s never been so relieved to be able to lay eyes on Cas in his life. Perhaps it’s just the whiskey talking (that, or his long-buried feelings finally clawing their way to the surface), but Cas seems to especially glow in the mixed lighting of the lamp and the television, leaning against the doorframe. (And he hasn’t drunk that much tonight; he’s still on his first glass, his traitorous inner voice tells him. That voice which, unfortunately, sounds too much like Sammy with a knowing smirk on his face.)

“Hey, Cas, what’s up?” Dean asks, the gory happenings on the television echoing behind him. He remains sprawled as ever across his bed, and perhaps he’s only imagining it but Cas’ gaze seems to travel from his head to his toes. Goosebumps and warmth swirl with the whiskey running through his system, and he shifts a little on the bed.

“What are you watching?” Cas asks, directing his attention towards the television with a frown, his nose wrinkling, and goddamn if Dean’s heart doesn’t flutter just at the sight of it. He grins, and he tells himself the heat rushing to his face is from the alcohol, despite the fact that it takes a whole hell of a lot more than one glass of whiskey to get him anywhere even close to drunk, let alone buzzed.

“Horror marathon,” he says simply. “All day and all night. We don’t have a case, so seems like a good way to kill time, given what day it is.”

Cas’ frown seems to deepen, and he tilts his head once again. “I don’t understand. Isn’t your life already a horror movie? Several horror movies,” he amends fairly quickly.

Dean laughs, tossing his head back again, and he feels Cas’ gaze linger on his exposed throat. He stuffs a 3 Musketeers bar in his mouth to keep from thinking too much.

“Yeah, that’s what Sam always says,” he answers with a shrug, swallowing the chocolate. “But I’ve always enjoyed these kinds of movies; they’re easy enough to check out to, you know?”

Cas says nothing for a few minutes, standing still and observing in that same quiet, dignified manner as when he and Dean first met all of those years ago. Nearly a decade ago, actually, which is strange to think about. (Although not nearly as strange as the fact that Dean can, in fact, trace all of those deeply rooted and deeply covered feelings back nearly as long.)

Dean’s glance falls to the candy next to him, face still warm, as he begins to feel the weight of every piece of chocolate eaten and every unspoken word in the lingering silence.

He’s about to make a smartass reply when Cas is suddenly next to him, gesturing towards the television.

“Would you mind if I joined you?” He asks, a small smile on his face, a face framed by soft stubble and blue eyes. Dean swallows again, despite the fact that he has no food in his mouth.

“Yeah, ‘course,” he says, moving the candy and whiskey out of the way, and shifting slightly right himself, to make room for Cas. He picks up his bravado again, as if he simply dropped it in that staring contest he just had with the angel. “You could use with a good horror education.”

“Thank you,” Cas says simply, nodding his head. He moves to sit on the bed, but Dean shakes his head, patting the mattress with insistence. If they’re going to do this, they’re going to do this right, damn it.

“Nah, come on Cas,” he says, grinning like his old self, before he watched Cas die, again. “If we’re having a slumber party, we’re doing this right.”

“A slumber party? I don’t understand,” Cas says, but the corners of his mouth are twitching upwards as he speaks, and Dean’s whole countenance brightens in response.

“You will,” he insists, as Cas finally maneuvers his bulky, trench coat wearing self next to Dean.

Someone dies on screen, bloody and entirely over the top, killed for having sex by some demon or ghost they summoned from hell. But Dean barely registers this fact as the warmth from Cas’ presence seeps like cigarette smoke throughout the room, and their shoulders brush together. Cas even grabs a piece of chocolate, a Hershey’s bar, despite the fact that Dean knows he can’t taste it.

“Alright, Dean,” Cas says, turning to face Dean with a smile. “Teach me everything.”

And teach him, Dean does, as they make their way through the rest of the Hell Hazers movie and move on to stand alone horror films, going off on various tangents about the manner of deaths and the art of particular actors in each scene, Cas listening intently, as he always does. Dean thinks it’s somewhere halfway through The Shining that their hands meet somewhere above the mountain of candy, curling into one another; it’s the beginning of The Amityville Horror that Dean winds up squeezing Cas’ hand, and Cas squeezes back.

As Nightmare on Elm Street plays, several characters having died bloody already, Cas makes his first observation that isn’t a question. “Some of these people are just asking to die,” he says, and it’s made a thousand times funnier by the deep, gravelly tone of his voice. “I mean, honestly. Who goes off alone in a dark house without even something to use as a weapon?”

Dean laughs, knocking against Cas’ shoulder in the process. “That’s the beauty of these movies, man,” he says, smiling through a face full of chocolate. “Watching people make poor life choices and not having to be responsible for any of it.”

Cas is staring at him again, his blue eyes piercing into Dean like a pair of angel blades. He feels his breath catching in his throat as Cas brings up a hand to wipe away the chocolate smeared against the corner of his lips; he nearly chokes on that same breath when Cas brings that hand against his own mouth, licking it clean while his damn blue eyes remain on Dean, whose gaze keeps flickering between the pink of his lips, the stubble of his chin, and the way Cas’ eyes seem to glow even without the aid of grace.

He doesn’t think, he just moves; Dean has their mouths pressed together in a matter of seconds, and Cas has his hand in Dean’s shirt just as quickly as they both moan and push and pull, their lips slipping and sliding together, tongues entering the fray moments later. The sensation of kissing Cas hits Dean like a shot of whiskey; it shoots throughout his system and nearly knocks him off of the bed, years of repressed want finally breaking through the surface of his skin like lightning. And Dean can taste that same want in the way Cas kisses him back, like a man starved finally stumbling upon a feast; he lets out a moan that would put every single one of his previous slutty moments to shame; a moan like a character in a horror movie about to have sex before they die violently.

Dean is the one who tries to flip them, to press Cas into the mattress. But it’s Cas who actually gets the upper hand, with a knowing, cocky smirk that sends all the heat rising between them directly to Dean’s lower belly. When they part so that Dean breathe, he’s panting heavily for air, glancing up at those blue eyes and what he thinks might be the shadows of Castiel’s wings. Shivers run through him, spiking in the way his hips and stomach shoot upwards and his knees spread open to accompany Cas’ body with his own, a beggar’s prayer.

Cas is still smirking when he leans down, mouth pressed directly against Dean’s ear. His hands move to gather both of Dean’s together, pressing them above his head and into the pillows like rope. Dean keeps trying to catch his breath and failing; his mouth keeps trying to form words and failing.

“If we’re going to do this,” Cas says, all Angel of the Lord as he lowers his body to press right up against Dean, “we’re going to do it right.” He rolls his hips sharply downwards, and Dean writhes, Cas’ name unfurling on his tongue like a candy bar wrapper.

The rest of the night passes in a flurry of limbs, mouths, bodies, and extremely creative (and inappropriate) uses of Halloween candy.

On the television screen, a man dies, sucked into and chewed up by his own bed.

Elsewhere in the bunker, Sam and Jack arrive home just in time to discover that the bunker’s walls, even with all of their warding, really aren’t as soundproof as they seem, and Sam grabs himself a whiskey as he sits down to try and explain the birds and the bees to Jack.

#DeanCas fanfic #Destiel fanfic #Supernatural fanfic #Destiel #fanfic #my writing #otp: a more profound bond

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so i realized that 1) i’m a mess without having plot ideas posted and 2) i actually skipped a Lot with cami. damn 2am brain forgot some kinda necessary add-ons, so consider this a 2 in 1, a part 2 of my intro while i make the rounds to my dms !

MISSED EXTRAS

she’s a loyal bitch through and through, so expect her to call you out on your shit when you’re in the wrong but stick by you all the same

also means if you fuck her over, she’s gonna be Pissed.. but more upset than that tbh ?? because she definitely wouldn’t do that to you if she values you

doesn’t like to be a burden on others with her own issues, so she bottles shit up pretty well unless she Knows you’re cool with sitting through some sad ass story time sfgdjlkgdf

also has a journal for venting in situations where she just. will Not talk about it bc she’s learning that internalizing shit isn’t fun ! DFGFGS

i also just realized that she’s the oldest muse here so. expect her to be the occasional mom friend who’s a fucking HYPOCRITE bc she’s downing 10am mimosas like a champ after telling someone else to slow down

kind of a glutton ? like, not surprising in a way but it still has to be said GSDKJD

i’m painting her to be generally a sweet person i’m sure, but she’s definitely more on the teasing side than anything in this kind of environment

i just can’t play sunmi as a wholly pure-hearted gem, a little bit of snark is bound to come through DFSGKJGDF

i don’t think she’s dated much tbh ?? like she’s seen people and has hooked up with people on occasion, but she’s the type who won’t compromise on her standards just bc she wants love — not that they’re very high to begin with, but we Still don’t trust a lot of men in 2019 and the dumb bitch can’t always pick up on cues from women so ! she’s stumped !

mentioned it a little further down but, she’s the type to catch feelings ( not.. quickly i wouldn’t say, it just Happens gffjdsk ) and lose them if she’s not sure that it’s Worth it, if they’re actually compatible where it Counts for her, etc. she takes matters of the heart VERY seriously long-term, as you can see GFLKJSGDF

i didn’t see her getting a full ride to ucla, more like she got a few smaller scholarships from her involvement in extracurriculars at school and her generally good grades ?? figured i’d mention that since i said like. Nothing about that part of her being there sgjkdgf

also didn’t expand on why she picked up a film minor.. or how it related to her major

like i made it obvious that the interest was always there, but camille — even during her days in the drama club — found the elements of a production, especially the writing, really compelling and given her love of film ?? something about being involved in something that could open up someone’s imagination visually just made her wish the odds were in her favour ( back then ) to pursue it

come her second year at ucla After taking that year off, she decided to take on a film class as an elective and ! she was Sold !

she wants to be involved in the writing process, though directing is something she wants to look into at some point

born in toronto, lived in ottawa after age 10 bc her dad was a new mp-turned-minister for a couple of terms and it’s probably the Only reason why she’s able to go to school in cali without having to pick up a loan or two

also don’t. bring up politics around her. she’ll fucking Die DGKFJSD

PLOT IDEAS

bad influence, aka the person who’s gonna enable her to drink far more than she anticipates some nights, tell her to throw caution to the wind with uhh, Many things gsjdkg

maybe an ex ?? it would’ve been kinda serious knowing Her, or at least on her end she would’ve thought it was, so how she’d be towards them is up in the air considering it’d have to be talked about ! but bc she doesn’t like to necessarily burn those bridges without good reason, they’re probably on good terms Publicly, regardless of how it really is behind the scenes

fwb.. probably something the bad influence talked her into keeping up if i’m being honest FLDKGSFD like there’s no awkwardness to it Now, if it’s been happening for a bit, but there DEFINITELY was at some point. i will say that she’s the type to catch feelings quickly, but also the type to ignore them to rid herself of them for whatever reason, so whether that happened in the past but wasn’t addressed, might happen or won’t at all ( though a touch of angst or tension is always fun sgfdlkdgf ) depends, of course

ex-hookups or ex-crushes, kinda self explanatory

her Best party friend, someone she knows she’ll have a good time with and will endure the hellish aftermath with her — if possible dglskgdf

there’s always gonna be Someone you aren’t particularly fond of..... i was gonna say “within or close to your friend group” but i felt that was a little bold of me SDGKJDSFKL but these two are Not Great together for whatever reason, be it just a natural personality/moral clash or some longtime drama/something kinda major which led to the dynamic they have now. and while cami doesn’t really like to indulge it bc she’s not one for pointless conflict, she’d have a hard time completely turning away from it all the same

just give her some cute f/f friendships too ?? bc as far as her connections per her skeleton are concerned, she Needs it LFKDSGJGSFDL

opposites attract where she scolds them for certain behaviours, they.. idk, she seems kinda boring and soft at times so they can make fun of her for that JDFGSKJLDF but they’re pretty Solid ! i’m weak for these dynamics so don’t think it’s limited to just one muse

people who help her out with the events and groups she’s involved in, whether she ropes them into it bc she has her hands full or — for open mic gkfsjd — she needs an extra act or two, or they’re already involved and it just. keeps happening JDFGSK

#╳┊: — these are stacy’s baby ! •「 ooc. 」#ok i'll FINALLY get to answering things now ! it's been a messier weekend than anticipated but #i'm finally getting my shit together GDKFJSDGF #edit: i cannot bELIEVE i still haven't finished her damn blurb in her description box of the blog??#kill me. rn.

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vampiresmiled · 5 years

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✩ caviar

they have had one interaction thus far and like … no hcs, so – i am completely winging it here. if i’m wrong, it’s canon now.

DISAGREEMENTS

who is more likely to raise their voice? steven. kev has only raised her voice twice in her life. both those times in relation to somebody she loved dying, so . . . unless somebody’s boutta kick the bucket, it’s steven. who threatens to leave but never actually does? kevin. she’s very loyal, kay. she likes sticking shit out. who actually keeps their word and leaves? i guess steven. who trashes the house? only one of these persons have anger issues, take a wild guess. do either of them get physical? i hope not. kev might’ve forgiven abuse in the past, odette is quaking, but she’s not a punching-bag, steven ! touch her and i’ll whoop your ass through the screen. how often do they argue/disagree? not often, honestly. what is there to argue about. their one convo is going great thus far. who is the first to apologise? kevin. she just leaps at the opportunity to apologize. she apologizes when she hasn’t even done anything wrong. the girl is malfunctioning, let me tell you.

SEX

who is on top? listen, kev might’ve had sex with two people . . . but that doesn’t necessarily means she knows what she’s doing. so steven. who is on the bottom? kev, the perpetual bottom. who has the strangest desires? i dunno, steven ? kev is too vanilla for this shit. any kinks? lord if i knew.who’s dominant in bed? steven, i’m guessing. is head ever in the equation? the fact that this is a question is honestly sad. i hope there is ! i can’t think about kevin sucking dick, though, so please don’t. if so, who is better at performing it? steven. definitely.ever had sex in public? no, that’s illegal.who moans the most? k to the e to the v.who leaves the most marks? probably steven.who screams the loudest? literally is that not the same as the question above. moaning and screaming what’s the heckin difference. who is the more experienced of the two? you don’t gotta ask me that ‘cause you know.do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? they’re both soft so take a gamble.rough or soft? see above.how long do they usually last? i wanna say whatever the national average. xoxois protection used? i hope so, i really do. kev’s smart enough for it. is steven? does it ever get boring? let’s be honest, she’s boring so probably.where is the strangest place they’d have sex? kev’s dreams.

FAMILY

do your muses plan on having children/or have children? i feel like steven wants kids but kevin definitely does not. she is a kid, why on earth would she want the responsibility of that when she can’t even take care of herself. if so, how many children do your muses want/have? steven probaby wants, like, 3 to replicate his own damn family. kev wants minus seventeen. who is the favorite parent? if we pretend that they will, in fact, end up with a little gremlin – steven. who is the authoritative parent? also steven. kev can’t even tell off a fly, let alone a snotty little brat. who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? steven, too. kev loves school, how dare her kids not.who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? kevin. she eats like a crap herself, and since steven works out . . . i’m guessing he does not. who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? also steven. kevin doesn’t understand sports. so unless it’s like a loud reading of mary shelly’s classics, then she’s not interested.who goes to parent teacher interviews? both. kevin is very non-threatening and sweet so teachers like her, steven asks the real questions and you know, is engaged and what not. best of both worlds. who changes the diapers? not kevin, that’s for sure. who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? kevin doesn’t sleep well as it is, so are you really gonna make her do that ? jk, she’s already up so she will.who spends the most time with the children? steven, without question.who packs their lunch boxes? steven, yet again. who gives their children ‘the talk’? oof, definitely not kevin. she never got the talk herself so she wouldn’t even know where to begin.who cleans up after the kids? both. kevin isn’t really a neat-freak but when shit’s sticky . . . that’s gross. who worries the most? kevin. kevin worries about literally everything and now she’s gonna have to worry about this little poop goblin ? she’s gonna have a heart attack. who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? how is this a question when kev has cussed like thrice in her life. she’s more likely to learn swears from her kids.

AFFECTION

who likes to cuddle? kev’s not big on physical contact like in general, so . . . i mean, she does but if it’s a question who likes it most it’s probably steven. who is the little spoon? kev. she’s wittle and she’s fragile and she needs all the protection in the whole wide world. who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? my bet’s on steven. get it together, man. who struggles to keep their hands to themself? still steven. but you know, i get it. danielle rose russell is baby. how long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? they need frequent breaks. who gives the most kisses? the answer might surprise you, but – kev ! she likes smooching. who doesn’t. what is their favourite non-sexual activity? based on their current thread ? they enjoy helping drunks get into their ubers. where is their favourite place to cuddle? whoever’s bed kev is currently in. who is more likely to playfully grope the other? steven doesn’t seem the type but she’s less of the type to so i’m gonna go ahead and give it to stephen. how often do they get time to themselves? she’s got school and work and he’s got work and his underground fight club, their schedules clash it’s really sad.

SLEEPING

who snores? steven seems like a snorer. that’s why sienna doesn’t wanna live with him, actually. new head canon ! from me 2 you. if both do, who snores the loudest? i mean, if only one person snores – do the math.do they share a bed or sleep separately? they don’t live together, so . . . separately. if they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? they start off together, end up not together. who talks in their sleep? kev, probably.what do they wear to bed? kev has straight up pj’s and steven seems like a t-shirt and boxers type of lad. are either of your muses insomniacs? kevin is fo cheezy. them night terrors really make it difficult to catch a snooze, you know. can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? hey, fun idea, have ronald prescribe this bitch some sleeping pills. steven step up your fucking game. that’s how you flirt, that’s how you woo a lady.do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? side by side type bitches.who wakes up with bed hair? steven, probably. kev’s the type to sleep with a ponytail to avoid this exact outcome.who wakes up first? kevin ‘cos she can’t fucking sleep. PERIOD !who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? i hope steven ‘cos kev can’t cook for shit.what is their favourite sleeping position? spooning, perhapth. who hogs the sheets? steven that troll.do they set an alarm each night? yes, they do. even when they don’t have to because kev’s bound to be awake at the crack of dawn anyhow. can a television be found in their bedroom? nope.who has nightmares? if you’ve been paying attention you would know this.who has ridiculous dreams? steven. he has fun, wacky dreams and kev has a pure trauma fest in hers. who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? steven, i was gonna say he’s a big boy but he really isn’t.who makes the bed? hopefully both ‘cos they got separate ones.what time is bed time? fuck if i know.any routines/rituals before bed? i bet steven’s a shower before bed lad and kev’s a shower in the morning gal . . . can i make it any more obvious. who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? steven, i bet.

WORK

who is the busiest? probably kevin ‘cos it’s like : her job, school, homework, friends, hamster maintenance . . . who rakes in the highest income? steven for sure.are any of your muses unemployed? nope. kev should be but by some miracle performed by god, she is not.who takes the most sick days? steven. kev can’t afford to have her boss dislike her. joseph please be kind to her. who is more likely to turn up late to work? kev. she just has this power to her that makes her stumble into everything and encounter disasters where there should be none.who sucks up to their boss? kevin. or well, she tries. what are their jobs? she’s a TA, he’s a bio teacher. who stresses the most? kev, we been knew. do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? they enjoy them. more steven than her. she’s really only there to get a degree. are your muses financially stable? i wanna say yes but . . . kev’s stable ‘cos the espinas are and i don’t know about steven. teacher’s don’t make that much.

HOME

who does the washing? kev doesn’t know how a washing machine works, so.who takes out the trash? kev can do that, she knows how that works.who does the ironing? nobody. they seem like a wrinkly pair. who does the cooking? steven, we been through this.who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? kevin.who is messier? kevin’s not messy she’s just scatter-brained, don’t bully her. who leaves the toilet roll empty? nobody, i hope.who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? steven. kevin knows where the hamper is, she just doesn’t know where to take it.who forgets to flush the toilet? NOBODY. nasty.who is the prankster around the house? steven, he’s the fun dude. she’s the boring, uptight loser who should die.who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? kev. she’d lose herself if she could.who mows the lawn? steven.who answers the telephone? steven. kev has phone anxiety, that’s my self-insert right there.who does the vacuuming? steven. the vacuum is too large and dangerous for a child like herself.who does the groceries? both. she likes to ride on the cart.who takes the longest to shower? steven, probably. she’s not a fan of . . . personal hygiene ? i don’t know, she’s gets in and she gets out. she’s not pippa.who spends the most time in the bathroom? steven, yet again.

MISCELLANEOUS

is money a problem? [ miss i wanna be racially ambiguous vc ] yuh.how many cars do they own? one. she doesn’t know how to drive.do they own their home or do they rent? she doesn’t fucking live with him, damnit. do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? no.do they live in the city or in the country? no 2.0.do they enjoy their surroundings? yeah, kev’s a fan of sheffield and i’m guessing so is he or he would ditch. maybe.what’s their song? i said the song playing, muffled outside the dam door, during this thread is baby, i love your way by will to power ‘cos it’s a 1989 bop and sheffield’s just late with everything, kay. what do they do when they’re away from each other? rejoice in the lack of added dorkery. where did they first meet? the party. the rager. the . . . rave. i don’t know people don’t invite me to drink.how did they first meet? he said he liked her shoelaces and she said thanks i got them from the president.who spends the most money when out shopping? steven. kev is cheap and also broke.who’s more likely to flash their assets? neither has got any, so.who finds it amusing when the other trips over? probably steven. at first. but you know she keeps doing it and then it becomes concerning.any mental issues? ha. yeah.who’s terrified of bugs? steven has a huge fear of ladybugs, it’s a thing you can google it.who kills the spiders around the house? kev carries them out. for steven its ON SIGHT.their favourite place? i dunno, hell where they both belong. who pays the bills? neither.do they have any fears for their future? kevin only fears for her future. who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? steven. what a good, good boy. sawyer helped him with it.who uses up all of the hot water? steven. he needs it to wash away his sins.who’s the tallest? steven. barely, she’s actually taller than she looks.who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? steven. kevin’s too much of a chickenshit to.who wanders around in their underwear? steven put some damn clothes on.who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? sawyer. how long has she been back there. creepy.what do they tease each other about? i said check back again in 3-4 business days, thanks. who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? steven. not ‘cos she’s got a shite one ( pippa dresses her, remember ) but because kevin doesn’t have enough fashion range to judge anybody. do they have mutual friends? nope.who crushed first? kevin. it’s happening as we speak. any alcohol or substance related problems? n…no. maybe i’m wrong. maybe steven’s a secret crackhead. who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? steven. bloody and bruised too. please get another braincell. who swears the most? steven. obviously.

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✩ jt & sienna

my wrist hurts from typing so eat ass

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? sienna … like we get it he’s in a gang so he has to b mean to other people but both of them know she’ll kill him if he ever talks to her loudly in any capacity Who threatens to leave but never actually does? i feel like he’s a dramatic mf … like ummmm i can go any time i WANT to im not actually ur bf !! and she’s like yeah ur right leave and he goes :pensive: Who actually keeps their word and leaves? sienna . she would storm out of her own house for dramatic effect . my girl doesn’t give a fuck Who trashes the house? she’ll throw sum at him …. prolly a pillow , she doesn’t need a lawsuit on her hands Do either of them get physical? not to imply domestic abuse is ever laughable but if (when? we dk) she ever came @ him … it’d be funny cos he cld literally just push against her forehead and her arms would not reach him How often do they argue/disagree? all the time, she disagrees simply to disagree w him Who is the first to apologise? her, solely because she’s Antagonistic on purpose and then feels bad

Sex:

Who is on top? she wants to take a ride on his disco stick Who is on the bottom? u heard me Who has the strangest desires? they both think the other person’s entirely normal behavior is freaky . jt wants to snuggle ? sienna: tf are we , puritans ? Any kinks? i refuse to take the bdsm test for her because i’m scared of what i’ll find so come back to me on this one Who’s dominant in bed? it’s exhausting being dominant in everything else so he takes the w on this one Is head ever in the equation? yethIf so, who is better at performing it? his beard is itchy so he compensates by being really fucking good at it Ever had sex in public? yes. they’ve had sex in the back room of the thrift shop more than they have upstairs in her apartment Who moans the most? can he shut the frick up Who leaves the most marks? sienna…………………………………. dont askWho screams the loudest? can SHE shut the frick up ….Who is the more experienced of the two? idk how experienced he is probably very but it’s important for me that u know she’s a whore Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? they frick Rough or soft? r**gh …. once a month she’s uwu ….How long do they usually last? for a long time , her poor thrussy Is protection used? yes. she’d kill herself before she got pregnant Does it ever get boring? no Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? they’ve had sex anywhere and everywhere

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? she would literally rather DIE than be pregnant. FOR THE PURPOSES of this section … they adopt (one) kid when they’re too old to be raising a tot but still try, don’t @ me. If so, how many children do your muses want/have? her ? none lol but AGAIN … i cannot leave this section blank and …. future purposes dont @ meWho is the favorite parent? sienna’s not a regular mom, she’s a cool momWho is the authoritative parent? she’s also a bitch though, don’t forget it Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? jt , mostly because sienna doesn’t want them around all day Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? SIENNA …. yeah sorry that i don’t think it’s jordan ‘waahhh sienna i don’t want you to get mercury poisoning’ tucker …. mind ur fucking business maybe ? Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? sienna , but she drags jt with her so she has someone to bitch about soccer moms and how long [ insert activity here ] is running with Who goes to parent teacher interviews? jt , sienna isn’t allowed there anymore. it’s a long story. Who changes the diapers? bold of u to assume she would ever go NEAR a diaperWho gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? she’s fully decided she is INDEPENDENT and does not NEED him to wake up for moral support or to warm up a bottle … her tit is good enough Who spends the most time with the children? jt , she’s an ankle biter anti . ( she still reads the kid bedtime stories every night )Who packs their lunch boxes? jt , sienna is not allowed to make health choices for ANYONE Who gives their children ‘the talk’? SIENNA … she tells them flat out what happens and why it happens , no bullshit . science babey ! Who cleans up after the kids? nothing ever gets cleaned up , ever. Who worries the most? jt . sienna is too cool and chill 2 have anxiety Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? SIENNA

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? he does … she’s super handsy casually but whenever it comes to actually hugging she takes a bit to warm up to it Who is the little spoon? she is …. he’s only allowed 2 snuggle her if she can fall asleep in his arms . nearly vomited writing that actually Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? right now ? sienna , trying to convince everyone they’re like actually really a thing . Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? sienna , and she denies it until her dying breath How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? sienna’s … ability to be uber affectionate with him is limited …. but she gets a lot better as time grows on . that’s character development Who gives the most kisses? jtWhat is their favourite non-sexual activity? dont ask me why my first thought was watching shitty b-rated horror movies …. she also makes him sort through clothes with her, and she promises it’s very theraputic Where is their favourite place to cuddle? bed . it’s much easier to get her to drop her mr tough guy act when she’s sleepy Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? neither , when they touch eachother it means BUSINESS , see two sections back How often do they get time to themselves? all the time , she runs away

Sleeping:

Who snores? i already know she does , dont judge her If both do, who snores the loudest? sienna Do they share a bed or sleep separately? share :3 not rn …… but they WLD If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? she’s ready to draw a partition down the middle of the bedWho talks in their sleep? sienna , and he makes fun of her for it What do they wear to bed? sienna steals clothes specifically from him to sleep in. she’s also 10/10 a morning showererer so she’ll lit sleep in her clothes from that day and not give a FUCK Are either of your muses insomniacs? sienna never sleeps she runs purely on red bull and annoyance Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? yeah , she takes them most nights Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? side by side, though occasionally she’ll reach for his hand Who wakes up with bed hair? sienna, and it’s awful. he’ll get his ass beat if he mentions it Who wakes up first? jt. it takes her FOREVER to fall asleep , but once she’s out she’s out . think being awake for 24 hours then sleeping for 12+ Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? he does, not to be romantic but because he’s sick and tired of her eating leftover fried rice in bed. What is their favourite sleeping position? she sprawls , and she doesn’t like to be touching him when she sleeps , but his presence is a good thing Who hogs the sheets? jt , simply because he’s so comparatively large next to her that using a reasonable amount of sheets reads as hogging Do they set an alarm each night? they both intend to — and always forget. when when it goes off, sienna sleeps through it Can a television be found in their bedroom? yes , but it doesn’t get cable like the one in the living room does. it’s exclusively for blockbuster rentals. Who has nightmares? she doesn’t have wake up in a cold sweat nightmares, but she has sad dreams a lot Who has ridiculous dreams? sienna makes up the craziest dreams to relay to him just to fuck with him Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? SIENNAWho makes the bed? neither have the time What time is bed time? either 8pm or 4am, no in between Any routines/rituals before bed? her SOLE form of self care is face masks, and she makes him do them on the top half of his face where green gunk wont get in his hair Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? sienna is grumpy all the time, so it’d have to be him by comparison

Work:

Who is the busiest? she literally lives at work, so there’s always something Who rakes in the highest income? considering she is a SMART , STRONG , almost business owner ( omg they popping BIG bottles when the old bitch that actually owns the attic dies ) and he thrives on tips and gang bullshit ? do the math. Are any of your muses unemployed? nopeWho takes the most sick days? sienna just opens the store and goes back upstairs to fake supervise in her sleep, call her if there’s a fireWho is more likely to turn up late to work? he is, it’s LITERALLY impossible for her to do that Who sucks up to their boss? paging ed, she’s her own fucking boss What are their jobs? he’s a bartender/gang fREAK , she manages the attic thrift store Who stresses the most? jt has a lot of long days to to the antics of alcoholics , she likes her job even though she wishes she was somewhere else Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? she likes it…. but she’s super depressed she isn’t following her dreams. i assume he likes whatever’s going on on the wrong side of town Are your muses financially stable? yes

Home:

Who does the washing? jtWho takes out the trash? jordan tucker Who does the ironing? jordanWho does the cooking? mr tuckerWho is more likely to burn the house down just trying? see i would say sienna, but she DOESN’T try. Who is messier? sienna, but she’s not as much messy as she is disorganizedWho leaves the toilet roll empty? siennaWho leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? jt, he lit just took his shoes off in the thread ….. literally get off her couch Who forgets to flush the toilet? that’s gross. Who is the prankster around the house? if he pulls anything over on her in her house he’s kicked 2 the curb. she bullying he is fair game tho Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? sienna doesn’t drive, so him Who mows the lawn? what lawn Who answers the telephone? she pointedly ignores them Who does the vacuuming? see the other chore listWho does the groceries? ^Who takes the longest to shower? siennaWho spends the most time in the bathroom? neither of them , efficiency is key

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? mo money mo problems is what i always say . it isn’t overflowing , but it isn’t an issue How many cars do they own? he has a motorcycle , she has a bike and two working feet Do they own their home or do they rent? she rents , technically , until she gets the store Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? dont ask this again mads still has not told me where we are Do they live in the city or in the country? SHE lives downtown , he would have to move in with her Do they enjoy their surroundings? she hates it , she wants a big city What’s their song? she played this on her record player , and she had one too many drinks and tried to dance with him to it ….. What do they do when they’re away from each other? breathe a sigh of relief Where did they first meet? the thrift storeHow did they first meet? when she literally made out w him unprecedentedly Who spends the most money when out shopping? sienna is always buying things at garage sales and other thrift stores she insists are to resell but then a week later they show up in her house or she’s wearing them Who’s more likely to flash their assets? sienna owns one expensive thing and never lets it go. Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? they aren’t 10 Any mental issues? too many to countWho’s terrified of bugs? spiders are her friends Who kills the spiders around the house? if he does she’ll b mad at him that’s pablo , he lives in the corner Their favourite place? her apartment Who pays the bills? siennaDo they have any fears for their future? at this point probably the stress of staging a breakup Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? LOOK … i know it’s not the question but she surprises him with spectacularly unfancy dinners …. he shows up and they’re eating pizza rolls by candlelight because if she doesn’t cook them ahead of time he won’t let her eat them Who uses up all of the hot water? SIENNAWho’s the tallest? he is , she’s 2ft Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? sienna, the horndogWho wanders around in their underwear? [ me vc ] if he keeps barging in he’s seen her in a towel Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? neither of them , they DANCE What do they tease each other about? him about her poor life choices , her about his criticisms of her life choices . essentially she mocks him Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? sienna has to beg him to not wear a clean version of the same fucking clothes every day . he owns one outfit and washes it each night as far as she’s concerned Do they have mutual friends? no , they run in VERY different circles Who crushed first? [ tatbilb vc ] if anyone’s fallen in love with someone who doesn’t love them back, it’s not you. it’s kavinsky. he’s kavinsky. Any alcohol or substance related problems? the only water she drinks is watered down beer because it was cheaper, amiright lads? also she smokes a lot , have fun with lung cancer when you’re 40 sienna Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? sienna, and he was the bartenderWho swears the most? her

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⟡⌜⇴ JODIE COMER ⌠ 24 & she / her ⌡ : have you seen LUCINDA TALKALOT ? SHE is a SPORTS REPORTER FOR THE DAILY PROPHET who’s apparently also NEUTRAL. when you see them walking around , be careful, because while they can be RESOURCEFUL and ASSERTIVE, i heard they can also be pretty SELF-SERVING and UNAPOLOGETIC.

so here’s lucinda ! grew up with one older sister, one younger sister and two older brothers ( yup that’s right she’s the second-youngest of five kids ) and so the talkalot house was always very loud and very rambunctious despite how hard their father tried to keep it relatively sane. their mother died when lu’s younger sister was born ( she and her siblings joke, perhaps crassly, that her vagina committed suicide & took the rest of her with it ) and afterwards they had a whole slew of governesses who eventually quit. like in nanny mcphee !

they were a sort of mid-range pureblood family, not as elegant and noble as most and certainly not sacred 28 material, but they aren’t blood traitors either. they’re no weasleys. and they were mostly slytherins and expected to marry pure and to not get in with the wrong sort. all that shit

lucinda was sorted into slytherin like most of her siblings, thanks to her raw ambition and selfishness. i can’t sugarcoat it, the girl grew up learning to put herself first. she always has and always will and that’s how she’s been surviving

she was an absolute STAR at quidditch. an icon. when she graduated she signed to play as reserve chaser for the falmouth falcons almost immediately, and pretty soon after that one of the chasers resigned unexpectedly and without clear reason. ( hint: he had been cheating on his wife with a quidditch reporter from the prophet. lu found out and, well … let’s just say he decided to retire to spend more time with his wife. ) lu took his spot and the rest is history

she scored goal after goal for the team and quickly shot to fame and success, something which might have gone to her head a little bit. the referees were always calling her out for techniques that were a little less than allowed and giving penalty shots to the other team. lucinda didn’t care. that was the keeper’s job at that point, and if the keeper could do their damn job, they had nothing to worry about. the fans loved her, and the points she racked up for the team. so did the tabloids, although they were more of a fan of her more self-indulgent habits. let’s just say this gal knows how to party

finally, after getting suspended time and time again, she was caught taking felix felicis before a match when she had a particularly bad hangover, and they kicked her from the team. she was pissed off about it, make no doubt about it, but she’s a resilient bitch. she picked herself up in no time

since she was barred from ever playing competitive quidditch again, she set her mind on a new goal: becoming a quidditch reporter. remember the reporter the former chaser was cheating with ? a few words to her and she’d suddenly decided to retire, too. after that, it only took a bit of string-pulling and name-dropping for lucinda to get the position. between you and me, the head sports editor ( a distant cousin of her father’s ) said to her in a low voice, we were looking to replace her anyway. she’s … not what we want here at the prophet, if you know what i mean. lucinda, who knew full well that the former reporter had been muggleborn, did know what he meant.

and honestly, say what you want about lucinda, but when she does her job, she does it well. did she revert to the same old dirty tactics to get a scoop as she did to get a goal ? oh, absolutely. but everyone can agree she’s the best quidditch reporter around. she’s still very much a party person, though -- after all, old habits die hard

she’d mostly fallen out of touch with her family, since she’d be touring with the team for months on end. but recently she got an owl from her father that one of her older brothers, the only one of her siblings who hadn’t been in slytherin, and who had become an auror after graduation, had been killed on a mission.

lucinda was furious -- at him; at his partner, who had been on the same mission but survived; at the world. the talkalots had never been big on showing love, so this was how she grieved. if anyone asked her, she’d say she doesn’t care, and that’s what you get for trying to be a hero, anyway. she didn’t even go to his funeral. major yikes

she’s neutral, but she’s definitely allied with the death eaters, and although the commitment and intensity of the organization freaks her out a bit, she’ll still help them out if she can, pass on useful information that she hears while she’s digging for a scoop. not super friendly towards muggleborns & blood traitors either, and it’s definitely not because her brother died trying to protect them because she doesn’t even care about that whaat ?

also a total commitment phobe

but yeah basically she’s a selfish, driven, calculating, crass, proactive, competitive, hedonistic, wild mess and i cant w8 to play her

#﹙ *☆ ┆ 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑢𝑛 — ooc ! ﹚#tragicum:intro

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deepglitterfire · 3 years

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The incisions in your wrist were all for show. Just like you. The epitome of self-indulgence. Another farce. A charade and another set of crocodile tears. So serenade her with your last pathetic suicide love song. "Broken hearts never mend". But fools never move on. And now she's gone because of you. And once again you're the epitome of pure self-destruction. Cupid never found his mark. As we await the insertion of blades on flesh. You part the skin and tell of blades on blood. So part the fucking skin. To tell the blades on blood. She said, "I love you." She said. She said goodbye. So cry me a fucking river bitch. You wouldn't know love if it crushed your fucking chest. Let go. You wouldn't know love if it crushed your fucking chest. "Razors, roses and a black tomorrow." They never showed any affection to anything but your ego. A tragedy of errors at the best of times. You are everything that's wrong with me. You are everything that I despise. You are everything I dreamed would die. You are everything that fades away and slowly dies. Will you bleed for me when suicide seems so yesterday? Will you, will you bleed for me? Will you fucking bleed for me when suicide... It's so yesterday. It's all so fucking yesterday

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kaixoblog13 · 4 years

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ADOS - KAIXO 13

INTRODUCTION:

“As I lay still in bed, the drowning salience that is provoking the pain from within begins to creep with smooth swager. The countless, rosy, squashy pillows, and duvet covers, at myside - have got me thinking that they act and serve as hired guards and shields that protect my being from the external world. Except, I over calculated or oversaw the chief - key factor; ‘Who’s is safeguarding the uninhabited, rough internal Kristina? What is redirecting and blocking the mental state and stability from wondering off to the very beginning of the early soul memories. That drift forces my person to redefine, relive the former youth, I have been struggling to ignore, berry and push through, for too many years.

The BRAIN is a fascinating machine that can adapt and adjust to this world – earth atmosphere, environments, and people. Without our conscious knowledge we train our minds according to the nature and memories. We have designed by simply just breathing, living, sleeping, and waking every moon -sunrise. We welcome that training and allow it to take control of our character. Events experienced - over evaluated will and trained to keep us protected in the future. Creating a sparling domino effect of open pure life opportunities; that we grab or miss. Those self-created life events assist us in training the brain depending on what we felt in all and any particular events and with persons. Afterword’s incorporating it into our personality. Which yes, you guessed it effects how we make decision and what assumptions and how one comes to terms or makes a conclusion about anything.

Youngsters most of the time do not have too many, if any flashbacks at all from babyhood years. Most of their training from the very first breath they take occurs on a subconscious level. Depending on the living creature - I suppose the reason for that, it was not anything horrifying or damaging enough. Where it would pierce from the subconscious to the conscious acknowledgement. The open inhaled years did not leave a psychological - permanent scar. Because as we all know physical scars and physical discomfort or ache - is just that - pain. I call it “moment pain”, because we are wonderful powerful humans with a magical machine that we carry on our shoulders - our mutable brains that will eventually adapt to the pain, until it is over. “That too shall pass”.

Now mental pain that each and everyone us carries is a whole different ball game. A sport that was not taught. The games we play with ourselves and with other people stay within our minds in a permanent life touchdown or score. Because somewhere along the line we all as humans signed a contract with our subconscious agreeing and begging our little brains to protect us - “Yes please do train my conscious mind according to the past emotional memories, so I don’t ever have to feel that again. Meanwhile we carry that hurt or pleased emotion with us.

Look at it this way - Like a neighbor who lives next door. You don’t like them, but you don’t hate them, you just know they are here to stay. Between the two of you, an agreement in very silent way was signed “I don’t like you and you don’t like me, but we live next to each other (or we have already lived those event) and for my own personal sanity I just pass you in the hallway with a sly node as you crack a smile and node at me (people and events did harm me physically and mentally but it happened and I cannot forget or help myself but create a guard or guarded personality traits). Because just like you they too pay rent. But if we explore and get to know the neighbor, we might be able to let go and forget that memory or in this case see our neighbor in a different light, instead of shadows. And not treat that living neighbor / memories – out of sight out of mind.

No person, no event, no thing can be given or said to just make it better. Even though people say “time heals all wounds” I personally believe we just choose to ignore it because it is easier to define ourselves as those events. Just like when you are gathered around a bond fire with friends, family, associates and people sharing stories about them what they did – AKA – informing us that is who they are or they contain that character trait. The only difference between good and bad memories that have formed and traied our characters - they choose to speak it and consciously as well as vocally train their brain in thinking that this is part of them or they have that personality in them. But what is not being said out loud (like the scars the world have tattooed to us) is still part of our brain set up and characters.

Time does not heal anything. The feeling of happiness or hurt just lessens because your brain has gathered other memories and feelings. Making the past seem distant, while containing the same level of power, rush of emotion and strength you once felt when the experience hit you. To simplify, the feeling or memory of being hurt when you were five years old ; we all hold hasn’t changed, it still holds that same level of power of hurt; you just grew up and other things in life hurt way more now because they are happening in the current present or present-present. Just like you have to move a specific distance to a new home; so by growing up you just moved away from that space. Now if you can some how magically teleport your brain back to that space or 5 year old pain you will feel the same level of pain, as you did once when it happened.

The world we live in and what is outside of us is still a mystery. Space and time is who we are. You are being alive – taking up space and the time you spend breathing etc., until you die is the time. As we lie to ourselves saying that you or I forgot that event or person is not part or did not affect me - is a double vision. The first vision lies in the conscious where we say “no” or the sentence I stated previously. The second vision lies in the subconscious where we signed a invisible- silent contract with our subconscious selves. Directing our brains to train and create that “safeguard” according to the past emotions.

Because remember we may not remember the memory, but we do all remember feelings and carry those emotion without actual image memory attached to it. Which is how later on in life we don’t know why we acted or make those decisions and say “I don’t know it just felt right at the moment”. Because we consciously blocked out the moving frame but left the feeling. Allowing the subconscious mind to train our conscious mind.

Just like everything in life and brain all things have a positive and of course the negative. But as you read this you must remember that weather its good or bad all things are neutral in moderation. In other words, everything and anything is always going to add up or come full circle into one with a balance of what goes up (positive – negative) must come down (negative - positive). So, weather some of my life experiences you read about - remember that at that time in that environment no matter how bad or good it was – the bad and good had a balance that I observed and created and was able to execute. Making that “painful memory” and viewing it as a victory. Because I did not just learn about myself, I also learned environments and persons from specific angle. That view or angle involves you as an individual to be extreme compassionate, forgiving, understanding, seeing, and hearing all that is tangible and energetic with the purest part of you that hold and can only love unconditionally.

That benevolent creature that we all possess and hide inside, no matter who and how old you are is a child that moves and thinks in the most loving way. When one is able to access that little child or as I call it your “Little self”: I believe handle the unbearable mental emotional memory will be a lot lighter with that part of your present. Helping you to love what was. It’s all about seeing those pass events memories in the purest form of absolute love. Weather someone was making you happy or hurting you. Because as I know the universe does not know good from bad it is just is – all love. I know the idea of loving a good doing person or murder and rapist seems crazy, but that is how that concept works.

I can evoke everything as if it transpired a week ago. On a basic bitch consistent Monday. I won’t manufacture a lie to make my present past and future worlds more than what they are – were, today and yesterday. Certain overbearing and domineering seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, and years come in rolls of film. These moving picture play and pester with my psychological.

This cursed, humiliating, abhorrent film flashes into my mental and emotional state of view without a single warning or peep. It invites itself, at whatever time it desires. But the kookiest or wildest thing, I can NOT press pause or stop, until I love it all. It WON’T end or leave me be! So, as I lay snug and stiff with my chest inhaling slow and steady breathes trapped in a death match (that I win at any cost) - wrapped in blankets like a bug cemented inside the spider web. I peg away, attempt to oppress, and swallow a ball of too unholdable, too sensitive, too raw, too blood-soaked of countless emotional - memories of past reality.

I try and change my crimson thinking patters but no dice. So, turn off your’ phones the show must go on; I am trapped to watch and feel the mad hysteria, see the ill humor monsters. The kind of evil that indulges in indignant misery, the failure, abandonment, degrading persecution, and throbbing physical pain that should be snapped in two, followed by a toss over my shoulders with the rest of the garbage. But the only way I can snap and throw it away is if I see and love the monsters who have hurt me. View what they did said and acted as a form of love and love that event or person unconditionally.

Once the outdated moving picture is complete, I am left frozen with a sour frame of mind and bitter taste. The salt of the hot tears which mask my expression slowing drip down my cheeks. For some reason the wet pungent water that covers my face, neck and chilled cuts every-so second behind my ears, carrying the heat and taste, identical to the fresh open flesh.

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truthandlove · 5 years

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Rationalizing Loving Pagan Ways #Worldly

It’s come to my attention that many are filled to the brim with worldly rationalizations that abuse freedom. They don’t get what freedom IS and what freedom is FOR. So, friends, here’s a tutorial for you to enjoy:

The below comes from many who are attempting to rationalize their way around what the Bible teaches regarding tattoos. That is the context of using “liberty” as an excuse to disobey the Bible (as crazy as that is).

Leviticus 19: 28, 29 “You must not make any cuts in your bodies for the dead or put tattoo marks on yourselves. I am the LORD. You must not defile your daughter by making her a prostitute, or the land will be prostituted and filled with depravity.…”

Let’s be careful not to distort the actual Gospel here. We are FREE in the Spirit of Liberty, which is the Holy Spirit. Don’t confuse that freedom with disobedience. You are FREE to jump off a bridge. You are FREE to set yourself on fire. You are FREE to get a tattoo. You are FREE to be a prostitute too. Of course you’re free, meaning that armed guards are not going to forcibly step in to kill you before you can do that. But neither of these things is wise or good. You are free, because you are in a sonship / daughtership relationship with the Father in Christ (by grace through faith).

Thus, by virtue of this Grace-relationship, you are not going to lose salvation (which is the direct and personal relationship with the Savior) over an act of sin - a wrong behavior. So if your baby poops on your brand new rug; that’s awful, but the baby is not in danger of being condemned and thrown into the dumpster to die as a result of its wrong behavior. The baby is still part of the family, DESPITE its behavior. Knowing this, don’t be adults, still pretending it is okay to poop on the rug!

So what is this freedom? What are we free FROM? We are free from the fear of (1) condemnation to hell (see Romans 8:1) and (2) death (Hebrews 2:15) in Christ. THAT is the freedom we have.

And so what do we see? Being freed from the fear or condemnation and death, we are now FREE… free to what? We are free FROM one thing in order to be free TO express another thing. We are free to love one another. Free to serve one another. Free from ego. Free from selfishness. Free from all bondage and sin of the flesh. Free from rationalizing self-abusive and selfish behavior of all kinds. We are free, meaning we have the supernatural Christ-Life-Power to do the right thing in life, to make wise and right choices that lead to a very rich reward in heaven, instead of being in bondage to fleshly desires that lead to deeper and deeper condemnation in hell.

“For you, brothers, were called to freedom; but do not use your freedom as an opportunity for the flesh. Rather, serve one another in love. The entire law is fulfilled in a single decree: “Love your neighbor as yourself.” - Galatians 5

So any supposed "freedom” that end up justifying any behavior that God has warned us from, any behavior that is not loving/serving others is a direct ABUSE of your freedom. Listen, just as you are free to be a prostitute, you are also you are FREE to drive your car at 100mh. You CAN do that. But you are not free from the consequences of that behavior. There are tickets and fines and dangers and legal consequences in the natural from doing that behavior you are free to do.

In Jesus Christ, we are under the ROYAL law of love - Agape - total unselfishness – a MUCH HIGHER standard than the Mosaic Law. We are FREE from being judged regarding heaven/hell according to keeping all that is in the Mosaic Law. The only reason we are free from that it because Jesus Christ already fully and utterly kept the Mosaic law FOR us and AS us. THAT is the freedom that the New Testament is talking about. Liberty is not liberality and only a foolish person confuses the two, or tries to rationalize one as the other.

What do the satanists live by “Do as thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.” or as they said in the 60’s, “if it feels good, then do it.” What do real Christians live by, “do as my Savior wills, THY will be done, not mine.” ONLY that Christian is free to truly say that and live it out.

So instead of being bound by the Mosaic Law adherence, which Gentiles were never bound by, we are BOUND by the opportunity to serve and love. (Remember how the Apostle Paul calls himself the FREE SLAVE OF JESUS - bondservant). Instead of being FORCED into the domination of the flesh, we are FREE to choose Jesus Christ as our Lord - to love and to obey for Biblical love = Obeying Jesus. We have been transformed from the inside out such that we are not a slave that is addicted to rationalizing sin after sin, like the hell-bound do; instead, we are free to choose to be a conduit of Divine Love.

Love does NOT CONDONE the abuse of freedom. This is basic, friends. Instead what would love and service do? It would remind people of what our loving and good heavenly Father has already stated. In the specific example context of the post, that clear statement is “do not get a tattoo and do not imitate the behavior of the pagans who do not know God and are under condemnation as a result; this is not fitting and right for who you are in Christ.”

So, NO, to try to twist your precious Liberty in Christ, that Christ Himself was tortured and bled to provide you… and then falsely imagine you are “free” to do things that directly disobey the instruction of Father God? That is schizophrenic nonsense! Don’t use your freedom to indulge self-abusive behaviors - regardless of what a godless culture around you falsely imagines they can get away with.

Your freedom is given to not do ANY thing, but to do the RIGHT thing.

Any argument that stems from “do as thou wilt” is actually the rebellion of abusing freedom and the sin of twisting scripture to disobey scripture. If you’re not desiring to be a satanist then don’t live as they live or rationalize and twist as they rationalize and twist. Is that “condemning me” to say that? Of course not, because in love, we don’t want any brother or sister to needlessly set themselves up for negative consequences.

You’re setting yourself up for very negative consequences (not the consequence of condemnation to hell), as with the speeding car example. Tattoos is rebellion against what God has clearly said, in wisdom and love:

So am I “free”, yes. I am free to make every meal a pint of ice cream. No one can stop me from doing that. You’re free to go out and prostitute yourself, too. But this is foolishness and rebellion. It is self-abuse. It is not valuing the physical body God gave you. It is disrespecting the LIFE God gave you in Christ and the FAMILY God put you in, in Christ. It is copying the pagan demon worship direct connection with tattoos that they have practiced for thousands of years.

So don’t even try to tell me that God gave His blood to give you the freedom to defile yourself with depravity. God gave you the freedom, which only the Christian has, to respond BACK to Himself in love and gratitude that overflows in a life of freedom to love and serve and live wisely. Pagans don’t have that freedom as they are flesh-bound to obey what its desires tell them to do.

Unbelievers are the whipped bitch of their own flesh. The flesh is their dominatrix and they are its slave. Only the believer in Jesus is freed from that self-condemned living (defiled and depraved) to step into a beautiful and Godly life of loving service.

Satan wants us filled with confusion, with rationalization, with self-justification and with DEVOTION to our pet sins, even defending doing them. And someone who does not get what the freedom in Christ, the liberty in the Gospel is all about will disobey the Bible, in any sin, but as the verse wants us specifically NOT to use this precious freedom to indulge the flesh. To say any differently is to embarrass yourself by a sad lack of understanding of the entire point of salvation.

BEING FREE in Christ, we are no longer bound up as an ‘instrument of unrighteousness’ (Romans 6), and are FREE to do what we could never do before Christ – free to TRULY love, free to be unselfish givers, free to speak the TRUTH without rationalizations mixed in, free to judge all things accurately, free to point everyone to Jesus Himself as the answer. We are free to stop living like the devil and instead free to become like Jesus Himself.

Can we abuse this precious freedom? Clearly we can abuse it and we do abuse it. Every rationalization we make that goes against what God has said, is the abuse of this freedom. The person who WANTS to connect with Jesus and WANTS to use freedom for the amazing things God gave it to us for (the Kingdom practice of loving service) is CHOOSING to be an ‘instrument of righteousness’ (Romans 6), not behaving in a self-abusive and libertine way as an “instrument of unrighteousness.”

We are not under the Mosaic Law; we are free from that through what? Through Jesus Christ’s FULFILLMENT of everything required in the Mosaic Law. We have been transferred from a dark bondage to the flesh to life and peace in God’s Spirit of loving freedom.

That is NOT permissiveness as the devil tries to confuse people; rather it is wise service in the most loving way possible. We are thus free from a law-focus in order to live from a LOVE-FOCUS. Anything less is self-abusive and unbiblical, friends.

1 Timothy 1:5,6 “The goal of our instruction is the love that comes from a pure heart, a clear conscience, and a sincere faith. Some have strayed from these ways and turned aside to deceptive (godless) talk.…”

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