#ro answers asks

[rofax]

Hey FYI if you've ever sent me a very kind and thought anon message and think to yourself, "aw why didn't she publish it :c" it's because I leave it right there in my ask box to read at will when I feel shitty. You are an infinite source of dopamine to me. Bless.

[l3viat8an]

Whatever you do, do not think about having a pretty boy sit in your lap and cupping his face in your hands and giving him kisses all over his cheeks and forehead and on the tip of his nose and lastly on his lips all while he holds onto the front of your shirt and just lets you love him-

[ronearoundblindly]

fic title: we've come so far

From this ask game. I don't know if it's cheating to write for an established series for these, but your title was too perfect 💜 and turned out to be WAY more than the small description this game asked for, whoops! ***You do not need to have read any of this series to enjoy this, though you won't necessarily understand how "far" Steve has come without it.***

touch-starved (or is he??) Nomad!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings for smut. Yo, this is flat out just Steve really embracing his horniness, okay? That's it. MINORS DNI. This one is not safe for all ages. WC ~there's... uh... some heft to her... probably 1.5k?

Steve likes to do his morning run through the hiking trails. He rarely passes anyone out there in general, but as today is rainy and overcast, he is guaranteed not to. Also, he wakes to exercise at the ass-crack of dawn or earlier.

Though he no longer needs to hide his face, Steve likes the baseball cap now. He wears it when helping do anything outside, but there will be no gardening with this weather.

He thumps up the porch stairs and rips off his hat to shake off the droplets.

"Beautiful," he declares, and from your spot on the bench, you certainly don't see it.

"It's kinda gross out, Stevie..."

He's staring at you when you pry eyes up from a steaming mug. "Wasn't talking about that," he smiles, crossing the last few feet to you and bending down. He kisses your cheek. "What's on the agenda for such a gross day, Tops?"

You shrug.

They're lazy, all of them, ever since the motel closed. It's just you, him, this house, and the trees, yet you are never lonely.

Steve exhales dramatically as he sits beside you. "I could draw."

"Mmm," you grunt, sipping.

"Or prep a nice dinner," he offers.

That causes you to smirk because they're all nice. Steve quite enjoys cooking even the simplest meals.

"So...same as yesterday."

His fingertips invade your view over the railing into the woods, circling the rim of your drink and gently pulling it away to set on the tiny square table.

"Am I boring you?" Even his voice is smiling while he grabs your waist and thigh, hauling you up over his lap, chuckling at the squeak of shock escaping you. "Ma'am," he prompts, settling your arms below his to cup your face, "are you bored?"

You shake your head, still sleepy.

Steve shifts one hip and then the other, shimmying beneath you slightly until you sit nestled just right atop him. He leans forward to kiss you, not shy about starting deep and dirty, his tongue leeching the caffeine straight from yours greedily. He reacts immediately to your move to hold his shoulders, you body rolling and grinding over his.

"Heaven forbid, I bore you, sweetheart," he husks, merciless in his grip and glide, desperately palming over your ass and back.

Your fingers lodge in the damp strands of his golden hair. "Never," you gasp with a whimper of "you could never."

His hands wander beneath your shirt to play at the soft, tender skin. He's sure to take your lips again when he pinches your nipples to taut peaks. Steve loves to swallow your moans, keep you breathless and pliable, work you into an undulating frenzy before pinning you harshly to him so his calculated thrusts nudge you just right, throwing you over the edge.

He especially loves to hump at your limp and floating form till he comes with a groan and a meaningless curse.

He nuzzles your face where it lies tucked into the crook of his neck. "I think we might need to clean up, beautiful. How 'bout a bath?"

Through your sleepy, near-boneless haze, you manage to whisper a 'yes' but fight with him not to carry you to the bathroom. You want to walk. You want to drink your drink. Steve snorts in approval, calling you cute and telling you to meet him upstairs. He shamelessly struts inside with a dark, wet spot on his sweats, worse than any drizzle of rain could make.

Your bottoms peel away from the mess he made of you, eliciting a hum of satisfaction when Steve undresses you beside the filling tub. He makes no moves to step in with you at first; he simply kneels down on the mat, splashing warm water strategically over your shoulders and chest, lingering over your breasts when you hiss.

It doesn't hurt. You're just sensitive, and his touch is achingly welcome all the time.

His hands roam, searching all the usual spots for the most intense reaction until you beg him to get in, too.

"Yeah?" he teases like there's an actual question of your desire while his fingers circle your clit and his other hand cradles the nape of your neck. He wants a few more 'pleases' for his trouble. Then, and only then, does he stand with a devious smile and disrobe.

Steve was never shy of his body, but over time, he's embraced showing off his body's reaction to you. Your lustful gaze alone makes him hard, day and night and every minute in between.

He climbs over the high lip of the tub, telling you to open up for him, pushing your thighs wider as he lowers. After sloshing around trying to find a position to enter from, he laughs, refusing to let you strain your neck to lift your pelvis high enough.

He thinks...you'll just have to turn over and get on your knees.

Luckily, that solves all the logistical problems. The water bucks about a bit with the force of his fucking, but holding the bulk of you above the rim lets your slick guide his cock perfectly in and out, no displacement, no mess on the tile floor. Steve's considerate even when his hindbrain takes over.

He plants his thick, corded forearm along yours, holding onto the porcelain with his index finger laced around your pinkie, torso molded to the curve of your spine, igniting, soothing, and igniting more flurries of stimulation all over.

Steve slows once he gets close this time, dragging his length casually through the arousal now dripping down your legs. He finds your clit again, muttering filthy, loving things against your arched back.

"Could stay buried in you all day, beautiful. Wonder if we could break our record like this. Should'a rolled you over before my run, feels so good."

But the simple words I love you repeated over and over are what do you in. He sounds lost and yet found in this haze of typical passion. He never tires of loving you, of loving you, of loving you, and like this--delightfully knitted together and pulled tight enough to snap--you feel all his love. It fills you until that balloon of pleasure pops, crashing you back against him, shoving him deeper as he crests, too.

His thighs shake behind yours in the slippery bath, hand splayed across your low belly to keep you upright as Steve whines with each rope of cum that leaves him, that he gives you, that you take from him.

He relaxes but holds you steady, heart beating like a drum against your skin. For a long moment, he's lost, then he finds his reality, delicately maneuvering to flip and seat you, crashing his lips to yours. He starts brutal then tapers into chaste, short pecks while he gets his legs under him, finally submerging past his hips.

The sky may be gray and dark, but the sparkle in Steve's blue eyes shines with megawatt clarity. A dopey smile breaks through his coarse beard.

"Shit," he breathes, carding through his still-dirty hair, tossing his head back with a wispy chuckle, "we might need a shower, too."

You suppose, perhaps, even Steve's laziest days aren't really lazy at all. He finds ways to fill the time just fine.

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Nahhhh, I'm excited enough I'm tagging e'erybody lol:

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[mayasaura]

One of the biggest unanswered questions—to me—coming out of Nona the Ninth is..... Did Kiriona really think John would make her his cavalier if she opened the Tomb and dispatched Alecto?

It seems highly unlikely. I don't doubt she would want it, if she thought the offer was both genuine and possible to achieve, but those are some big ifs.

She was present for the fight that revealed Alecto as John's cavalier. She was there when John broke his amiable facade to say don't call her a monster. She knows first-hand what it is to share a part of your soul with someone. And we're meant to accept she believed John wanted Alecto dead? Doubt.jpg

But let's say she did believe that. John told a super convincing story, and she wanted so badly to believe someone loved her more than that slab of freezer meat. Whatever. The "possible to achieve" hurdle still looms large. Kiriona saw her father survive being reduced to atoms, she knows his cavalier is the source of that power, and she heard him say that what sleeps in the Tomb is "as dead as [he] could make her" and that she's "not the dying kind." And Kiriona was going to kill her with.... what? A rapier? Her knuckle knives? Because John said her blood was so super special, it would work just for her? Come on.

Kiriona—Gideon—is not that gullible. She grew up at war with Harrow. She grew up literally hunted for sport by the House Marshall. She considers angles, she tests motives, and she looks before she leaps. She expects to be betrayed, used, and discarded, and John made a hell of a first impression in the betrayal category. I believe she loves her father. I believe she'd do just about anything if she thought it would make her father love her. But blind trust? No way. She may or may not be a good judge of character, but she's definitely a skittish son of bitch.

And that's not even touching all the logical holes in her story—she stowed away to New Rho so she could open the Tomb? Girl what?—and the way she dropped the idea as soon as Ianthe pushed her to admit she was really there for Harrow.

Actually, you know what. I take it back. My biggest unanswered question isn't if Gideon believed any of it. There's no way. What I want to know now is whether John ever really asked her in the first place, or if it was all just a load of hot garbage she ad libbed to avoid mentioning Harrow to Ianthe. The implications either way are voluminous for the shape of the story to come, and I honestly can't rule either option out with the information we have.

[infamous-if]

Learning about G’s and Vic’s last names made me wonder which RO’s speak a second language and what kinds??

G is conversational in Italian, O is fluent in Korean, Seven understands Spanish better than they speak it, which isn't very well. They can probably keep up a conversation if they try hard enough!

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

I hc that Roman uses the most luxurious hair and skin products to make himself fabulous.

R E A L that Prince is out here looking pretty and clean 24/7

[apt502-if]

What kind of things would you say that are flaws from the other ros? Like maybe "little things" that would make people look at the ro and cringe or something lol

good one :P I like this question. We focus too much on positives let's get down to the nitty gritty :P Still what if this ruins the allure of the ROs? My 502 career would be over before it even started! :P

⚠️ Don't read if you're easily turned off! ⚠️

So we established for Rainn it's that they'd definitely fly private if they had the means. Rainn also has a bad habit of ordering their food at a counter while texting. Makes them seem like an asshole but they don't do it on purpose. They're just too into their work emails to realize they look impolite.

This is Callum specific but they tend to manspread on the train. They also don't do it on purpose and when someone takes notice they apologize profusely but can't stop doing it LOL. Cal big package?? im just kidding or maybe not

In reverse, f!C likes to take off her put her stuff on the seat next to her and takes up two seats.

Other than that for f!C and m!C I think they're too anxious not to be self-aware of everything they're doing and how other people feel about them so I don't see any little thing other than probably cringy PDA with Taren :P

M can't handle not looking at their phone during a movie at the theater. At least they're considerate enough to turn down their brightness? :< I like to imagine that MC used to slap it out of their hand when they went together and M would just say an embarrassed "sorry..." and then sneakily try to keep looking at their texts.

Like Cal, when A is on the train they'll put their stuff on the seat next to them and take up two seats. Unlike Cal, this is very on purpose. They don't want people sitting next to them.

I think the cringiest thing about Andi is that they take photos of their food like a regular instagram influencer would LOL sometimes with the ring light on their phone and everything

L's phone background is a picture of themself. IDK if that's cringy but I know people find it cringy so :P

[thelonelyshore-if]

How would each ro act after the first morning after waking up next to mc?

I was so thoroughly obsessed with this prompt that I just kept writing as I was working on Beck's answer. And then I realized I wanted to just like...write drabbles for each of the ROs. So I'm going to do that. Sorry that it isn't all at once, Nonnie, but I love this prompt and wanted to really write something out for each. I hope you still enjoy! <3

Beck- drabble here!

Croft- drabble here!

Jay- wip

Perri- wip

Ravi- wip

Yasmin- wip

[panharmonium]

i am not usually interested in dramatically canon-divergent scenarios because the canon story is what compels me, but i've been obsessed with this moment ever since i re-heard it during my second viewing. from the perspective of someone who already finished the story once and now knows the truth - this was wild.

WHAT IF?

[a-little-artsy]

im so normal about them chat

sorry if it looks weird i was winging it the entire time :3

explodes

[rofax]

🍓🍰🎂🥃 tell me abt that orc man..... he steals my heart every time i see him

I AM GOING TO ASSUME YOU MEAN RHUK ON ACCOUNT OF HE IS THE ORC I POST MOST FREQUENTLY

If not I can simply do this for every orc I have ever conjured up yeehaw

🍓: Does your OC have any particular scents they like? Or hate?

I think he finds the smell of sawdust and like, a rustic stew very nostalgic and heartening! And also the way the outdoors smells after the first snowfall. Does not care for: most perfumes. He finds them fake and pompous and weird.

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

He killed a family member. :^) He thinks of that as very unforgivable.

🎂: Has your OC have any contradictory interests or traits to the first preception people have of the? How do they surprise people?

His whole irritation with Tira is initially because she sees him as a big, dumb, strong orc, which is how everyone sees him. And he is big and strong but he's also pretty smart, shockingly diplomatic when he has to be, and has a big soft spot for little kids. He's also a little bit of a mama's boy. Not as much as his brother, but still.

🥃: If your OC was in this universe, what would be their favourite show/book/band/social media platform?

I feel like he would be incredibly into soapy romances and also wrestling. I also think he would have both a twitter and an instagram but post so so so sporadically and just the most weird, boomer-esque shit you can imagine. Just does not tweet for three weeks and then is like, "I had a reuben for lunch today. It was so-so." and then disappears again.

[l3viat8an]

Lucifer is just so in love and obsessed with you. not in a scary way or anything- but in a very soft way, just melting completely whenever the simplest, everyday things remind him of his little lamb you.

it can be anything, really, maybe he sees your favorite pastry in a bakery or something in a shop window he thinks you’d like or maybe he simply passes somebody in the street that has the same hair color as you.

and before he can stop himself, Lucifer is reaching into his pocket for his phone to call you a soft little smile on his face. even if he can only hear your voice for a few seconds it’ll make his day so much better <3

[ronearoundblindly]

Fake (inspirational) fic title: What a Mess

💜 Thanks and happy Friday

-M

From this ask game. 😈😈😈 Let's go with our big ol' hunk of man meat, Ari Levinson!

Warnings: there will be thirst, there will be smut, and there will be hilarity. Welcome, friends old and new, to how I approach everything. It's even sorta an argument, if you can believe it 😂 [you can and will every time]. MINORS DNI.

Since we've established that Ari gets super impatient during travel because he can't touch you in transit...sometimes.

For this particular occasion you have already put your foot down: he will not be getting any until that camp site is set up. No erect tent, no erection. Handle that before you handle this (in his pants), essentially, and Ari agreed.

That was before everything went wrong, and he ends up flinging the last quarter of the supplies out the back of the truck because this is taking too long.

Like, he's not yelling at you to move your ass, carrying small arm-fulls of stuff the moderate distance from where he can park to where your camp can be made, but hurry your ass up, woman.

He empties the car entirely but can't find the tent stakes. He just moves on. There's one pole missing from the pile, but the tent stays upright and has enough shape that he hopes you won't notice.

You're in the middle of organizing the food coolers when Ari tosses you unceremoniously over his shoulder. Before you can balance on the uneven ground, his thumbs hook in the band of your pants and yanking down. You practically fall through the opening of the tent laughing, kicking your bottoms the rest of the way off as Ari strips and climbs in over.

He curses as his foot tangles in the sleeping bag and he tip forward. With what you can't quite describe as grace, Ari scrambles to his side, tucking one knee up and resting his head in his hand, nakedness on full display.

"Hey," he huffs, smiling. "You good? I'm good."

Ari's never been a stagnant type of man. During sex, he reaches out to grab and grip things. He spreads his legs out and moves you in any which way he pleases (within reason). He does not hold back.

In so doing, on this occasion, he manages to collapse the tent on top of you both, knock over the stack of coolers just outside, and bust the zipper of the the double-wide sleeping bag.

You'd roll your eyes if you weren't so worn out, or perhaps if he could see once the loose tarping drapes over you. Ari tries to hold it away from you as he gets up, but it's difficult.

He finally stands straight in the midday sun, scoffing, "wow, what a mess."

You can't stop laughing. This is exactly how you expected this trip to go.

[Main Masterlist; Fic Title Only Asks; Ari Levinson Masterlist]

[burning-academia-if]

Lars + Flustered, please and thank you :)!

Happy one year anniversary to people trying to figure out how to fluster Lars!!!!!

Lars + Flustered

            “You’re not going to get him to blush, let alone be flustered. You might as well give up now.” Had been Nevio’s advice when you’d finally broken down and asked him. The impenetrable wall that was Lars Angel was one you couldn’t even begin to climb.

            It wasn’t just that you wanted to get him flustered, but you thought if you could achieve that, maybe he’d be willing to show just a little more of his emotions around you. The flicker of emotions he showed were so mild and so calculated. Still, if even the members of the Student Wardens had either scoffed or wished you luck, you weren’t sure how you were going to manage this feat.

            You’d tried everything you could think of. Surprises, sweet words, heated words, physical touch, gifts, everything. He’d caught on quickly, and while you’d expected him to tell you to knock it off at first, he’d only given his usual sharp smile.

            “Keep trying.”

            The challenge in those words had made you keep going. Lars had yet to break, and you’d long since lost count of your attempts.

            You flopped on the couch in his dorm, staring up at the ceiling. With a long suffering sigh, you said, “I give up.”

            “On?” Lars didn’t even look up from his laptop. He lounged next to you, feet propped up on the coffee table, his hair faintly messy and glasses low on his nose.

            Another heavy sigh escapes you. Of course, you’ve never actually said your end goal was to fluster him. Even if it was obvious to him what you were doing, saying it out loud would have ruined the intention behind it. The whole affair had been an open secret.

            Lars reaches out and lightly brushes a knuckle against the top of your head, “I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”

            “This isn’t something you’d be willing to help with.”

            He finally lifts his head, places the laptop atop the table, and turns his full attention to you, “I’m willing to help you with anything if it’ll make you stop mopping.”

            “I need a list of all your weaknesses pronto—”

            “Try again.”

            As he turns away you let out a groan, “How many times have I tried, only to end in failure and for my beloved to scorn me—”

            “You’re acting like a child.”

            “—whatever can one do in such a state?” You reach up for him, fingers trailing against his face.

            There’s not a hint of amusement in his expression, “You’ll figure it out. You have a whole lifetime to figure it out.”

            “A whole—?” He returns back to his work before you can process the implications. You sit upright, suddenly feeling a wave of heat rush through your body. An entirely unfair experience consider this is what you’ve spent ages trying to get him to feel. “Hey, I’m going to need you to explain that statement, sir.”

            He doesn’t. And he doesn’t for the rest of the night despite your pestering.

[nineblooddances-if]

Most to least likely to cave in if MC begs for something/just goes 🥺?

(Can you tell that I did not wanna write Alice nor Gabriels. I'm tired)

COMMANDERS MOST TO LEASTLY LIKE TO CAVE TO MC BEGGING/PUPPY EYES

MOST LIKELY: DAMEION VII VIOLENTI

As ridiculous as he is, due to his position as a commander, he's not unfamiliar with begging or pleading, but it's easy to ignore and even mock someone who you know did horrendous crimes compared to someone like MC. He doesn't like inflicting pain more than he needs, so if you desire something so much to the point of begging and puppy eyes, he's caving.

GABRIEL VI MENDAX 

You don't have to tell him twice. Though people rarely ask him for anything, cause he can't give straight answers to save his life and can barely follow basic instructions. But for you, he's tempted to tease until you use your puppy eyes and he is folding.

ALICE III GULA

She would be most likely to fold but she also loves getting something in turn. Like a hug. A kiss. A Bite. Anything and anything you're willing to share and puppy eyes simply push her to tease you more, until she gives in.

ERIC/EDWARD IV AVARITIA 

There are rare times he'll say no or even try and persuade you of something, but give him a "good" reason why you want something, and with subtle puppy eyes he immediately agrees.

LOUIS V IRA  

Re-itterating. Louis is mean and the circle of wrath but if you throw in a please and a soft touch, he's folding.

ANIL/AIDEN II LUXURIA 

Depending upon the situation. If your begging for something small like clothing for food, she gives in pretty quickly. If its something regarding you safety, she has a strict no.

LUCY OR LUCIUS VIII FICTUS

Loves to steal people's ideas, jobs, and names. Something important and doesn't care who begs.

AAPO I LIBERTAS

He might indulge merely out of amusement, but he finds begging and puppy eyes annoying and ugly.

LEAST LIKELY: TRENT IX PRODITIO

He is the commander of treachery. He is often met with people that have regrets and sorrow and beg for second chances. So it doesn't affect him. Though he might pretend that puppy eyes affect him.

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[mcytegg]

What if Ro gets banned?

im gonna be so honest, i dont think being banned would affect how often he plays the server so like......