#and the rest can go fuck themselves I don’t have the energy for them

[strawchocoberry]

CAN YOU LICK THE TIP THEN THROAT THE DICK OR NAH?

CAMGIRL SERIES PART 3

୨୧ featuring: itoshi sae x fem reader

ଘ cw: smut, jerking off/masturbation, dubcon, faux blackmailing, public sex, blowjob, throat fucking, fingering/masturbation, spanking, orgasm denial, car sex, rough sex, dacryphilia, breeding kink, creampie

୨୧ synopsis: his favourite camgirl turns out to be his senior’s younger sister

ଘ wc: 1.9k

Sae knows he should be sleeping right now. Yet this sleepless night finds him stroking his hard cock, as he watches your livestream. You always keep him company during these difficult nights. He can’t say what it is that’s captured him, but he knows one thing for sure; after cumming to your live, he gets to peacefully sleep for the rest of the night. And that’s all he wants.

After finishing in his hand, groaning your name, Sae takes a quick shower before going to bed. It’s currently 4 am. Thankfully for him, tomorrow he only has an interview and a meeting with his physical therapist and nutritionist scheduled. He just needs enough energy to get through them and then he’ll be back here, sleeping like a lodge for the rest of the day.

His appointments pass by relatively quickly. He can finally go home. Closing the door, Sae walks down the corridor. He stops, seeing Leonardo Luna approach him. His eyes though don’t focus on the professional football player, rather on the young woman clinging to his arm; the girl who kept him company last night. Though now instead of an oversized t-shirt and cute panties, you’re wearing a pair of black trousers and a plain white t-shirt with sneakers and a black messenger bag.

“Oh, Sae, it’s been a while,” Leonardo greets him. “How have you been?”

“Good, same as always,” Sae nonchalantly replies, averting his gaze to him. “Congratulations on winning your game last night.”

 “Thank you.” He smiles. You tug at his sleeve and Leonardo turns to look at you, pouting. “Well,” — he turns to Sae — “I promised my sister to spend time with her today, so we’ll be taking our leave.” He waves, as you two walk past him. “See you at the party on Saturday.”

Sae is left looking at you walking away with Leonardo. Sister? You’re Leonardo Luna’s sister? His favourite camgirl is the younger sister of a professional football player in his team? “Interesting,” he mumbles, as he continues down the corridor to the lift.

Saturday arrives in the blink of an eye. Today it’s the anniversary of Re Al’s formation and there’s a party for all the players. It’s also a way to bring closer the players of the youth team with the stars of the professional team. As expected, the prodigy of the youth team attracts the attention of the stars, who find themselves flocking around him. Sae pays attention to what Leonardo and the others say, yet his eyes are focused on you.

You came to the party because your brother insisted. And if you’re honest, you did want to spend some more time with him. Your older brother is quite busy and though you talk every day through calls and texts, you rarely get to spend some time together. Like a few days ago. Leonardo had promised to spend the day with you after finishing up his meeting with his physician.

You have heard a lot about this Itoshi Sae, the boy genius from Japan. Even your brother speaks highly of him. Yet for some reason, whenever he looks at you, you feel a bit uncomfortable. There’s something in his gaze you cannot quite put your finger on. You decide to ignore him and instead chat with your brother and his teammates.

Sae has been watching you the whole night, his mind going back to your livestream the previous night. Your lithe form panting under the dim light of your room, bouncing on your dildo while playing with your tits and moaning ever so deliciously. The mere memory of it makes him hard. “Fuck…” he groans under his breath, his eyes travelling back to you. Now that you’re so close to him, he can’t possibly let you off so easily, can he?

When Leonardo is called along with the rest of the team to take photos, you rest in a corner for some momentary peace and quiet. You notice Sae standing next to you and turn to him with a smile. “We meet again. Sorry about the other day, I was quite rude. I just wanted to spend some time with my brother.”

“Don’t worry. I can imagine that it’s not easy for the two of you to see each other often.”

Your smile brightens at his words. Maybe you had misunderstood him after all. You and Sae spend some time talking about Leonardo and football. The more you look at him, the more attractive you find him. And you can tell he’s also interested in you.

“You know, I wonder…” Sae trails off, leaning to your ear. He smirks as you shiver due to the close proximity. “What will your older brother think about you if he knew you are a camgirl?”

Your blood freezes on the spot. Looking into his dark, lustful eyes as he straightens his posture, you know that you cannot lie your way out of this. And finally, the missing puzzle piece falls in place; he’s a fan of yours. Carefully taking a quick glance around you, you grab his wrist and drag him out of the reception hall, in the corridor, pushing him against the wall.

“From your reaction, you don’t want him to know,” Sae says, his voice sounding menacing.

Of course you didn’t want him to know. Not only it will ruin his career if the media find out that his younger sister is a camgirl, but it will destroy your relationship with him. And that is something you don’t want to happen. At any cost.

Sae cups your cheeks, leaning closer to your face. “I promise not to tell him anything.” He slowly pushes you down, until you’re kneeling in front of him. “If you do me a small favour.”

You don’t need him to say anything more for you to understand. Casting a quick glance around, you bite your lip as you unbuckle his belt and pull down his trousers and underwear enough for his cock to spring free. Your mouth waters at his size, as you wrap your hand around him. He’s already hard, a bit of precum leaking from his tip. You smear it all over the crown, before you wrap your lips around it, swirling your tongue and tasting him.

You take him in your mouth and start sucking him, eliciting a few groans from him. You use your hands to stroke the part of him you can’t fit in your mouth and massage his balls. You look up at him with your big eyes and Sae almost loses his mind. God, you’re more gorgeous sucking him off than he has ever fantasised you to be. You pay special attention to the vein on the underside of his cock, which only makes him go feral.

Sae grabs your head, halting your movements, and before you can react, he starts thrusting into your mouth. His cock hits the back of your throat and you gag on his girth, tears welling up in your eyes. “You look so gorgeous,” he coos, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. As he keeps fucking your mouth at his own leisure, you’re slowly giving in to the pleasure, forgetting that someone might catch you if they walk out of the reception hall.

Your hand slides underneath the dress of your skirt, pulling your panties to the side and thrusting your fingers inside your dripping cunt. You moan on his cock, the reverberations of your voice bringing him closer to his orgasm. Thrusting and bottoming out in your mouth, Sae lets out a strained groan, as spurts of his cum drip down your throat. He waits until you’ve swallowed it all before he pulls out, leaning against the wall. He chuckles seeing your ruined makeup, as well as the lipstick stain on his cock.

If you thought he was done, you’re more foolish than you seem. Sae grabs your arm and pulls you to your feet, slamming you against the wall, your breasts flattening against the surface. His hand cups your arse underneath your dress, caressing it, before he spanks you. He barely manages to cover you mouth before you scream, your body jolting in his arms and your arse cheek stinging from the pain. “Quiet now,” he whispers in your ear. “We don’t want your brother to come running after hearing you screaming like that now, do we?”

You nod, your scream muffled by his hand, as he spanks you again. He presses your upper body to the wall, while pulling out your hips, making your body arch. Sae thrusts inside you, your velvet walls clamping around him. One hand covers your mouth, while the other caresses your reddened arse, slapping it from time to time. His thrusts are relatively slow, yet they shake your entire body with their force.

You’re thankful to the loud music inside the party, otherwise you’re certain your muffled cries and whimpers would have echoed in the empty corridor, along with the sound of skin slapping against skin. You whimper against his hand, as Sae bites down on your neck from behind. His nails scratch your arse, his fingers dig into your flesh to engrave his marks. Your body shivers and trembles in his arms and he feasts on the wanton need sparkling in your eyes.

Sae abuses your g spot, loving how your pussy clenches around him, barely letting him move, and how you moan against his hand. Yet when you’re close to your orgasm, he pulls out and tucks himself back in his trousers, leaving both of you unsatisfied. Without a word, he drags you outside to the parking lot and inside his car. He thought he would be satisfied with just that, but he isn’t.

Throwing the seat back, he sets you on his lap and you haven’t realised when he’s slamming your hips down his cock, his hands kneading your arse. Your moans are intoxicating him, making him want even more. He doesn’t stop, not even when your phone starts ringing, your brother’s name illuminating the screen. You ignore it, but Sae wants to torment you a bit more, wanting to see your glossy eyes fill with fear. So, he answers the call for you, placing the phone on your ear.

“Hey, everything alright?” Leonardo asks, worry lacing his voice. “I don’t see you at the party.”

“Ah, y-yeah, um…” You can barely think as Sae thrusts up in you. “I-I’m tired, so I took a cab home. I-I was about to go to sleep.”

“Oh, okay,” he replies, sounding relieved. “I’ll call you in the morning.”

“Alright, goodnight,” you barely manage to say, before Sae ends the call and throws the phone on the passenger seat.

You wrap your arms around his neck and rest your forehead against his, as he thrusts harder. You whimper and mumble incoherent nothings, as your orgasm floods you, creaming around him. Sae cums a moment later. You’re panting as you rest on top of him, feeling your heart beat like crazy. He never planned to tell your brother about your dirty little secret, he just wanted to experience this. Yet the fear in your eyes turned him on, so he is going to keep that a secret for now.

You whimper when he pulls out, making him chuckle at the complaint in your voice. “Don’t worry, I’m not about to end our night so early.” Sae smirks.

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[aroace-genderfluid-snake]

God, I’m so fucking tired of romance.

Like seriously! It’s everywhere! And where it’s not? People try to say it is! Like is that all you alloromantics think about? Is it that great that most people, consciously or not, believe they need it to be happy? Is it addictive or something? Why does it belong everywhere? Why is it that the moment there’s any sort of aromantic rep, people are trying to prove that they’re not aromantic? Why is it that, if I explain my ideal relationship to an alloromantic person, they’ll probably just tell me it’s actually romance? Why is my sexuality considered nothing when half of the romantic bullshit out in the world literally has no substance?

Why am I considered less? Because aromantic people are. We’re considered less queer, less lgbt, even by people who aren’t exclusionists. Not only that, but aromantic, along with asexual, is considered to just be a modifier: this is a straight person who doesn’t want sex (never mind that isn’t what asexual means), this is a bi person who isn’t interested in a romantic relationship (again, not what aromantic means), this is a non-binary person, their sexuality is nothing!

Did you know that there’s literally no scientific studies on aromanticism? Did you know that conversion therapy for us is very much still legal in almost every single country? Do you know what it’s like to learn your identity in a community who’s modo is “love is love!” to find out you can’t fall in love? Do you know how fucking dismissive it is when people say “oh, but there’s platonic love! There’s other types! Just because you’re aromantic doesn’t mean you can’t feel love!” when someone so much as comments on aphobia in a post very much directed towards romantic attraction? Not to mention how fucking cruel it is to look at aromanticism like that. Like it’s unfortunate. And how saying we can still feel other types of love isn’t even true to all aromantics.

The first time I heard of asexuality and aromanticism was in an exclusionist’s post. I was on Instagram, which is a fucking cesspool, but I was also 13, so I didn’t know. And you know what happened? I believed it. For the next three years, I believed it! And all I can think, as I look at some of you, is that if exclusionist didn’t include trans people and weren’t terfs, you’d be silently agreeing with them. That you are agreeing with them when it comes to the aspec community. Because I’ve gone down the exclusionist pipeline before, and you guys? Some of you are already in.

#lol it’s 4 am and I’m tired but. idk. i just read something that set me off #it was my own fault. I knew it’d be about romance. but. #but I don’t know. i guess I’m just tired of expecting aphobic comments every time I read anything romance related #what does it matter? most the people who read this will also be aspec. the ones that aren’t are mostly already good allies. #and the rest can go fuck themselves I don’t have the energy for them #I’m tired. so tired. in a way that’ll never go away. or more accurately wont go away until I don’t have to see romance everywhere #and this isn’t abt seeing couples in public or seeing gay ppl talk abt their romantic relationships. it’s really not. #it’s about how if a show had a canonical qpr so many people would see them as a romantic couple. act like they can’t be anything but #it’s about how the few times I’ve posted abt aro hcs ppl have gotten mad at me #it’s about how romance is referred to as something more. fuck y’all for that one. seriously. y’all suck #and yeah it’s been worse and it’s getting better but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m tired #a better future doesnt erase a worse past #but whatever. most people don’t care either way #aro #aromantic #arospec #asexual #aroace #oh yeah the aroace nonbinary person is me and that actually happened ❤️ #queer #lgbtqai #aphobia tw #ace #aspec #acespec #happy pride. I’m going to sleep

[proxycrit]

Part 1 / Part 2

Emmet remembers when he and Ingo first brought Elesa to explore Celestial Tower, back when they were fourteen and thought they were immortal.

“Allegedly, the bell chime will bring ghosts home”, ingo had told emmet with the pompous knowing energy of a child who read way too much brochures. “It’s culturally significant! We must ring it.”

“Hmmm,” emmet had responded suspiciously. “Brother. The bell is at the top of the tower.” The implication stands: Ingo, there are thirty flights of stairs between here and the top, and no elevator to speak of.

Don’t be a coward, Litwick had told Emmet with the blaise tone of somebody who’s going to be piggy backing off of somebody else. Go ring the bell. Tynamo, sensing a litten fight, floated towards a loitering blitzle.

Ingo turns his lilipup eyes on Elesa, who’s squinting at the carved stone faces of the front door.

“Elesa? What do you think?”

Elesa thinks. She shrugs. “We already made our way here,” she said in accented galarian. “Might as well make it the rest of the way. Ganbatte!”

Emmet sighs. “This is a mistake,” he tells the two in exhaustive patience, but lets himself be dragged into the building.

Last time the twins were here, Ingo caught litwick— but not before she managed to nab a good chunk of Emmet’s soul. It’s not terrible; he felt fatigued for a week and bounced back pretty quickly, but it was the principle of the whole situation— celestial tower’s a pain in the ass and Emmet will stand by that until the day he dies.

Like right now.

The map isn’t working. Emmet checked it once. He’s checked it twice. He’s taken out his pen and written on it, which he would usually never do but desperate times call for desperate measures. The compass he brought spins useless circles. It’s like chargestone cave up here, but worse because instead if electric pokemon it’s all ghosts.

“We’re lost, yyup yup!” He announced to the crew. “I vote we eat Ingo first.”

“I love you too,” Ingo told Emmet placidly. “But we all know between the two of us, you’re the tastier one.” Litwick gives Emmet a thumbs up. Emmet gasps in mock affront.

“Elesa, help!”

Elesa gives the two of them a wary look. It took two floors for her to realize this is not just a weird temple with strange rocks, but a full out graveyard. She’s not very happy about that development.

“Don’t drag me into this,” she tells them. “Teme wa urusaii.”

“I will take that as a compliment,” Ingo reports back.

Emmet, who’s cheerfully struggles with Galarian on a good day, simply gives her a thumbs up.

The three painstakingly crawl their way up. And up. If all else fails, Emmet told himself, at least they can orient themselves towards high ground.

“We’re like pidoves,” Ingo gasps. He has fallen behind them on the stairs, with Emmet taking the lead through sheer spite despite his legs going numb on floor twenty two. “We, hah, we are attracted by the magnet of the bell, like, like probopass-“

“I am emmet! You are not making, sense!” Emmet called back. Elesa, who’s stuck between them and looking two steps from perpetual collapse, giggles.

“No, no hear me out, Ingo wheezes. “What if the bell’s a magnetic pole? And that’s why your compass doesn’t wo, woo, hahh, work.”

Emmet stops to rest, just because Ingo is using precious breathing air to infodump. Elesa gratefully slumps against the railing. Tynamo and litwick, lazy in their still small size, have settled on a weary blitzle and look very smug doing so. (Emmet is not jealous, he tells himself. Emmet is also lying.)

“The bell’s important,” Ingo had repeated.

“Okay,” Elesa responds. “If it’s important to you, then it’s important to us.”

And Emmet finds that he agrees with Elesa. Partially because they crawled up twenty fucking three flights of stairs, but also because Ingo thinks this is important, so it is.

And here’s the thing—

— emmet doesn’t remember much after that.

The rest of that trip was a blur of exhausted groaning and burning legs, and by the time the trio managed to breach floor thirty, people’s brains have all but dribbled out their ears. Emmet remembers being disgustingly sweaty. He remembers blitzle almost tripping to death and litwick’s swearing. He remembers tynamo sticking to his neck like a damp towel. He remembers Ingo’s excited sneasel smile, and the way the sunset bounced off of Elesa’s hair.

He remembers the brassy ring of the Celestial bell. It sounded like victory.

But it was Elesa’s cackle turned scream as Ingo swiped cold hands down her neck that sounded like home.

—-

So when the conductor at thirty one, lost and disoriented in the Impossible Place, heard the sound of a familiar bell, ringing over and over and over-

-the sound of laughter-

-EMMET! Elesa cried-

-like a homing pidove, the conductor, thinks nonsensically as something in him perks up.

(Emmet had always liked winning, more than anything else, and the sound of victory calls him home.)

—

Elesa catches lightning in a bottle. Elesa, arms outstretched, finds purchase in her brother, and does not let go.

Emmet is so, so cold, Elesa thinks as the wind steals air from her lungs. (That’s okay. She’s already breathless from a terrible business called hope.)

Emmet stares back. His hands flap against Elesa’s jacket. Elesa desperately drinks in his wan face and too wide eyes and his frost bitten lips. In a tiny, meek voice, almost lost to the wind, he asks:

“Are you real?”

Elesa lets out an ugly sob. Her tears whip away in the wind as they fall. Emmet’s frightened countenance turns immediately to alarm. His shaky grasp becomes a solid grip as they spin through the air, cushioned by chandelure’s psychic.

“I think so??” Elesa warbles. She sees Emmet’s eyes dart to her mouth. He’s reading mirroring her, she realizes with giddy delight— it’s such an Emmet thing to do, to read lips, and-

“I am Emmet,” Emmet breathes. His eyes have started to water. “Yyou are Elesa- Oh dragons, Elesa!?“

Elesa reaches. Hesitates.

Emmet grabs elesa by the lapels and crushes her tight against him. Elesa holds on, and the grief and relief in her accumulates into a wet sopping mess. She’s ruining his jacket, she mourns, but its okay because he’s dripping all over hers.

She can’t hear what he’s saying into her shoulder, can’t read what he says, but everything’s okay because every part of her is chiming

You came back

You’re here

I’m not alone anymore.

Around them, the air distorts as Chandelure’s psychic wavers, flutters, and solidifies. Gravity reverses its call as they settle gently on the ground, dust billowing in all directions.

The ghost pokemon drops next to them, shaking so hard the musical clang of glass makes Elesa flinch.

You fucks, Chandelure gasps. DON’T GO LEAPING OFF BUILDINGS, I AM NOT YOUR EMERGENCY PARACHUTE.

“I’m sorry,” Elesa gasps, still giddy from the adrenaline.

AND YOU! Chandelure howls, whirling on Emmet, who’s still staring at the ghost with huge eyes. He’s gripping on to solid ground with the energy of a man who realized he could have been a splat on the ground.

YOU LEFT!

Emmet winces.

You- You left us, you left me-

Ah, ah no, Elesa thinks as golden globules of light shed from Chandelure. This is what a ghost looks like crying.

Emmet holds out his arms. Chandelure drifts into his embrace, and shakes, and shakes, and shakes.

You left me, the ghost pokemon whispers. How dare you. How could you.

“I didn’t mean to,” Emmet whispers. “I’m sorry.”

Stop doing this to me, Chandelure demands. Golden brine joins human tears, like drops of sun trapped in wet glass. Stop going where I can not follow.

And Emmet holds his tongue, because he knows he can not promise staying. Not while Ingo and Eelektross are still in Hisui.

(In the back of Emmet’s hurt and shattered mind is a spark. Synapses connect. The cold breach of the Distortion does nothing to drown out the sudden flare of hope in Emmet’s chest, so great he can not breathe, so strong he can not feel, because there’s a path. A difficult, painful path through the Space that Can Not Be, but a path all the same.)

“Elesa, Chandelure-“ Emmet’s voice breaks. He wants to tell them about Eelektross. He wants to tell them about the terrible past that is Hisui. He wants to explain how the last five months were filled with horror and wonder and fear and hope.

Hope, he thinks. So he says this:

“I know how to get Ingo home.”

NOTES:

AAAAAND THAT’S ALL FOR THIS DRABBLE. ITS OUT NOW. I CAN FINALLY GO BACK TO POSTING HAPPY SHENANIGANS! (Now you know the shape of their story.)

Thanks for reading this monster of a post!

#salvaging the ship of theseus #submas au #submas #ONCE AGAIN. MAKING THIS EVERYBODYS PROBLEM #hey look i did a funny little callback #remember the celestial tower as a Fun Time? #im about to make it BITTERSWEET. #emmet #elesa #chandelure #ingo #critterbitter screams into the void #critdraws #anyways uHh pls just know stsot is made from my worldbuilding notes #i dont know the shape of its ending yet and things are bound to change (which is why its on this acc instead of critterbitter! #feel free to postulate in the comments tho! i have other drabbles but drawing and writing hard) #((mostly? ingo taking care of the sneaslets. getting harassed by lady sneasler. confusing the local wildlife.)) #submas angst #with hopeful end? #submas fanfiction #fanfic #Spotify

[nayatarot777]

a love letter from you to you 💓

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• pile one •

‘you’re so intelligent. so focused and direct with how you manage your life. the way that you perceive the world is clear-sighted and knowledgable. some people may say that you’re ‘too cold’ or ‘too cutthroat’ but i believe that they just don’t see the value of your mind. of your insight and the ability to curate foresight. i admire how you can always see how somethings going to work out. or how something’s going to end based on probabilities and information that you’ve collected about said thing or person. i admire how you use your voice and your mind as a weapon that others don’t want to mess with. and i love how you have a strong sense of morality that you stick to. i feel pride whenever you speak up for the sake of implementing justice. whenever you defend yourself or another. it takes a certain type of brave person to do that, and there doesn’t seem to be many around you. to stand on your own for the sake of honouring your sense of right or wrong is an extremely strong thing to do. you’re not a follower like the rest. you’re not someone who prioritises fitting into a group of people in society who most of the time don’t even like nor respect themselves. you’ll always be seen as a threat because of this, but it’s one of my favourite aspects about your personality. your mind is a unique one.’

• pile two •

‘my favourite things about you are your boundaries. it shows that you care for yourself. you respect yourself and your limits. you’re aware of what you can and can’t take and ensure to protect yourself from breaking point. you’ve had to constantly defend yourself from people who turned on you. from people who acted like they had your back. but once they showed their true face, you had no problem with putting up barriers between you and them. you don’t fuck around with yourself. i love it. as well as your determination to do whatever you feel like you need to do to protect yourself despite everyone else’s opinions that may disagree with what you do. i love how you’re your own priority. you don’t wait on anyone else to prioritise you for you. you’re your own defender. your own protector. and once you decide to slam those boundaries in place, you don’t budge from them. you’re a person of your word. you keep promises to yourself. loyalty to yourself. and i respect that.’

• pile three •

‘you’re always balancing the scales. keeping the score and making sure that both positive and negative karma comes to those who deserve either. some people think that you’re being pretentious, because they don’t know what it’s like to have a strong sense of justice. a strong understanding of what’s right and wrong to do to another human being. a lot of these people do understand - but they don’t care. i find it so funny when they miraculously start caring once they come across you though. you’re literally walking karma. you speak nothing but the truth - unbiased and fair towards people. regardless of how people get triggered by this. you’re a peacemaker at heart, and you just want to make sure that energies in your life stay in balance. you have such a balanced mind yourself. the way that you can view someone who you might not be so fond of in the most accurate way possible. no biases. if someone deserves props, you’ll give it to them - regardless of how you feel about them personally. and the same applies to when people need to be held accountable for their bullshit. you’re genuine. not controlled by your ego but in control of your ego instead. you’re too mature for a lot of people around you, but that’s not your problem. you always do what you feel is right. and in a world like this, i admire your persistence at this.’

#pick a card #psychic readings #pac #tarot reading #pick a photo #tarot #pac reading #pick a picture #pick a pile

[stuckinapril]

how do you fall in love with yourself

unlearn the idea that confidence is conceit. i see this belief imposed on women especially, that if they’re very unapologetic about loving themselves it automatically means they’re narcissistic / think they’re better than everybody else. that’s not true at all. you can love yourself while also acknowledging you’re not inherently better than anyone else. you can love yourself while also being kind & supportive to others. it’s okay to be both of these things at once.

let go of the scarcity mindset. women (everyone really, but especially women) get pitted/compared against each other all the time. you see it w female celebrities in the media, but it’s very prevalent in real life as well. this is very much years of societal conditioning & both women & men partake in this behavior. ignore it. rest easy knowing that there can be multiple beautiful women, multiple smart women, multiple funny women in any environment at any given time. there is enough clout to go around; you don’t need to feel like if there’s another pretty/smart girl it means you no longer have the space to also be a pretty/smart girl. instead operate from an abundance mindset: always (alwaysss) be happy for other girls when they succeed, when they’re praised, when they’re loved, whatever. see them not as competition but as inspiration. envy is such a colossal waste of time bc nobody else’s accomplishments have any bearing on your own!!

get to know yourself more. i love the analogy of dating yourself bc it’s true. i went through a rough period of being around my ex 24/7 to the point i didn’t even know myself, and then i spent the post-breakup year hanging around everyone else constantly to numb my thoughts. now i’m spending more time alone than ever & i’m getting to know myself so much. learning about my taste in fashion, music, everything. and i’ve had so much more time to invest in hobbies & skills, which is very instrumental to building healthy self-esteem. ofc there’s a more balanced way to do this, but make sure you’re not running away from yourself!

what do you like outside of everybody’s opinion? don’t interpret this the wrong way—it’s completely fine to be inspired. every single person you know has copied someone else to an extent. but if you find yourself going too far, not trusting yourself to make the simplest decisions, just following trends blindly and nothing else, you’ve left the inspiration territory and started crossing into plagiarism. move from a place of self-direction and really think about what is naturally appealing to you. it doesn’t matter if it’s not popular or nobody else likes it. if you like it & if it makes you happy, that’s all you need.

practice self-love! i had to do this lol but it works wonders. i started intentionally telling myself that i trust my own taste, that i trust my own choices, that if i think something’s cool it’s good enough, talking to myself kindly etc etc. eventually all this stuff will become natural to you & you won’t find yourself having to expend so much energy into simply loving you for you. don’t give up even if it’s hard to believe at times.

don’t give a fuck. seriously. just don’t give a single flying fuck what someone else has to say. there will always be That One Person who tries to tear you down, belittles you, gaslights you etc etc and if you know in your heart you’re not doing anything wrong, just ignore and keep it pushing. you can’t be everyone’s favorite person (nor should you want to be). think of your favorite celebrity. anyone ever. they probably all got subjected to hate. now think of how they’re successful still & how it didn’t take anything away from them. there you go <3

if literally everyone on this planet starts hating you, loving yourself is still the antidote. to clarify, how others perceive us does hold weight. but if legit every single person i know started hating me, and i still loved myself, i’d probably still live a full life bc my perception is all that really matters in the end. i don’t need anyone else to be my #1 fan—i can do that myself just fine. it technically is actually your world & everyone else is just living in it. so enjoy that! stop giving a hard time to the one person who will always be w you through thick and thin (yourself). eat good food & watch good shows & read good books & just have fun. i love u

#i have a lot to say ab this bc i went from being in a very low place to now being my own favorite girl in the world so #also i refer to women a couple of times here but really this is applicable to everyone!! #ask

[felixsmeshglove]

Okay but like I can't get this idea out of my head

Abo poly ot8 skz with reader who is the only omega

They pair up when having sex with the reader. Every Alpha has a beta with them when breeding you.

Obviously Alpha Minho with Beta Han.

Do whatever you want with this ask!

category ; thirst/imagine

cw ; poly!ot8 skz, a/b/o dynamics, afab!reader, voyeurism, edging, idk what else

oh my fucking god don’t even get me started it’s so fucking funny. by this point, the boys have discovered a sort of uhh.. logistical problem– about you being the only omega.

after so many of your heats where you’re absolutely overwhelmed with hickeys, marks and their scent that any other stranger might think you’d been mauled, the boys had a sit down and finally came up with ✨the system ™️✨

now, they have a rotating schedule of pairs that you get to stay with you during your heats. each alpha paired up with one beta to make sure each and every one of your needs were tended to.

moving on to the actual pairings…

alpha!chan with beta!jeongin -;-

when you’re with channie and innie it easily goes one of two ways, depending on the mood. slow, sweet and sensual, making sure you’re every need is completely doted to while chan teaches our inexperienced little maknae how to properly rip an orgasm from your throbbing, aching cunt. chris would kiss your tears away as you’re sobbing with pleasure, trembling and hugging close to his toned torso as jeongin fills you up with yet another load with slow, deep drags.

the other way it can go, is absolutely chaotic, jeongin giving in completely to his instinct and your absolutely delectable scent as chan is enthusiastically coaxing jeongin’s face closer so that he can lap deeper into your sweet pussy. don’t get me wrong, chan gets a lot out of this as well. after all, if jeongin wants to try something or practice, chan was going to need to demonstrate on you…

alpha!minho with beta!jisung -;-

when you’re with minho and jisung, minho just seems to be exponentially more bossy and demanding. he loves to watch and press his hips into jisung’s, helping to control his pace and guide jisung’s hips to provide you the maximum amount of relief. he will occasionally scold jisung if the younger was too close. after all, the alpha gets to cum first.

finally, minho would tease you as he would bully his cock deep into your overworked cunt, all while loudly discussing with jisung how good you feel between jisung’s sweet and messy kisses to your lips. you would often become so loud and whiny that minho would suggest jisung occupy your mouth with his cock to pacify you. this worked quite well, after all they didn’t want to disturb the rest of the pack. it was hard enough not always being with you for every heat.

alpha!changbin with beta!seungmin -;-

this pairing is often the one that leaves you the most marked up and sore. i am a huge fan of “binnie is the strongest alpha” supremacy. yes, channie leads, but changbin’s muscles speak for themselves. changbin’s strength combined with seungmin’s creativity and their shared high levels of energy you’re left absolutely exhausted. changbin and seungmin are absolutely devious together, because seungmin gets so many ideas for different positions and ways to use furniture to their advantage, and changbin has the strength to hoist you up or hold you however which way is necessary.

changbin would hold you, thighs pressed to your stomach passionately nipping at the back of your neck as seungmin’s cock thumps harshly against your gummy g-spot in just the perfect way. seungmin loves to tease, and would happily mock your mewls and whimpers as he eagerly fucks the thoughts out of your head. heats with changbin and seungmin are just erratic, desperate and needy.

alpha!felix with beta!hyunjin -;-

you see, this pairing is a bit of a toughie because felix is probably the least alpha-like alpha, and hyunjin is probably the least beta-like beta. this often causes their roles to switch and blend with you, but at the end of the day, you’re the omega here. regardless, these are usually the sweetest most sensual heats you have. both men aren’t particularly the type to be rough or aggressive. they prefer to stay comfortable in the nest, covering your hot and sensitive skin with kisses.

much more selfless lovers as well, they’re willing to use any and every part of themselves to help please you and relieve the aching heat you feel. eventually, after begging for their cocks would they jump at the opportunity. hyunjin would sweetly beg for you to suck him off, promising that he’d massage your scalp while he did, while felix ruts deep into your warm and tight cunt.

you wouldn’t have it any other way though, you love your boys and they all love you so much.

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[inner-viper]

An Overview of your FS/Lover Soulmate. Who is your soulmate? What are they like? How will you meet them or what is in their current alignment? (18+ ONLY)

Hello everyone, I am Viper, a seer/oracle reader. I am well-versed in my divination and intuition. I decided to do this love tarot reading for fun. I love doing love readings because they are delightful. I hope you find enjoyment in it as I do. Remember nothing is set in stone, you are free to make any choice in your life. For entertainment purposes ONLY. NO MINORS. 18+ ONLY. TW: Mentions of SEXUAL CONTENT. If you are not into that then please leave.

Choose an image that resonates with you. The image that you catches your attention the most is most likely your pile. You can choose 2 or more piles if it resonates. Only take what you deeply resonate with and leave the rest for another. Remember this is general, not every detail will match up.

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PILE 1:

Classical Tarot Deck: Nine of Swords, Three of Cups, Eight of Wands, The Sun (in reverse), Eight of Pentacles, Nine of Pentacles

Oracle Cards: Appreciation, Contract, The Garden and The Gate, Woman holding a heart (in reverse), All Tied Up, Patience

Ok, this person is a hard worker. They are extremely ambitious and a go-getter-type person. I am also seeing that they are very soft looking. They present themselves with grace and they take amazing care of themselves when they aren’t working too much. Their features are very soft and round. You can tell that this person is very kind. They are also well-liked by their peers. They honestly might be very popular. (Like everyone likes them/knows them but no one really knows them. Although, this is very general you can apply this to everyone). They definitely give off Pisces energy or Gemini energy/FIRE ENERGY TOO. They could have strong earth placements as well. I see that this person is independent, they don’t rely on anyone because they are always achieving their own goals for themselves. They don’t care about other people's goals but they do care about their reputation. I’m seeing that this person has new creative projects or ideas that they value. They definitely have a lot of patience and balanced. Wow, this person is extremely balanced. Honestly, this person is reliable as fuck. If you are ever stranded in the desert, they would drop everything they are doing to come and help you. That’s the type of person they are. They do not wear their heart on their sleeves so they honestly hide their true emotions from others. They seem to have a fear of being vulnerable and a fear of things not going their way. I see how they can get caught up in taking too much workload. They are learning to balance though. The universe is definitely giving lessons to this person about balancing and being honest with themselves right now. They also have strong morals and or philosophy, they could be a lawyer or in the business/fine print side of the business. For some people, they might work in gardening or landscaping. I also see that they present themselves as very beautiful and they are not the type of person to show up in pajamas to go to the store. They are very rich/abundant. They love it when people appreciate them and they appreciate others as well. They probably didn’t have many words of affirmation and when others praise them they get happy. They love nature when they are stressed they stroll through gardens or forests to clear their mind. They would love to go with you to take a walk. Some people might get invited to some nature location and this might be them. They are very warm towards you for sure. This person will be madly in love with you, they will try to play it cool though. As in, they want you to see how independent they are and might be flashy with their material items. They definitely will flex so you can choose them over others. They definitely will respect whoever you choose but they will get secretly jealous but I think they think no one can tell but everyone can LMFAO. This person is mature and very wise beyond their years so they aren’t irrational, of course, everyone has their bad moments in life. If you are in your 20s, I feel like this person will be around your age as well. For some people they might be in their 40s. For those older, they might be in their 30/40s divorced. They also might have one daughter/son.

For their appearance: White person/Hispanic tan person/dark brown eyes/brown hair (could be light or dark), for a feminine presenting person could have highlights and she has long beautiful hair, (she’s fine asf), beautiful smile (it’s contagious), beautiful hands but they are strong

SONG: Lana Del Rey- Playing Dangerously (the lyrics 100% match this energy of theirs)

PILE 2:

Classical Tarot Deck: The Lovers, Two of Swords, Six of Pentacles, King of Cups, Ace of Wands (in reverse), Knight of Swords (in reverse), Four of Pentacles (in reverse) extra card that went flying LMAO

Oracle Cards: The Garden and The Gate, All Tied Up (in reverse), Blossoming Abundance (in reverse), Attachment, Woman Holding a Heart, The Thinking Woman

Your Fs is probably a player/hoe. They like to sleep around with others because it brings them deep satisfaction with their HIGH sex drive. Honestly, not many people can keep up with their sex drive so.. They aren’t pushy either, they honestly attract a lot of people from their looks or aura. They are extremely attractive. This person walks into the room and everyone turns their head. If this person isn’t attractive to you, then they definitely have a strong magnetic aura that draws people’s sexual energy in. They have been in a couple of serious relationships. Once they see you, for some, you already know them (👀🫣) they will suddenly act strange. They will feel weird for wanting to commit to someone (commitment issues LOL). This person has strong qualities as well, they don’t let their emotions get the best of them and that’s very admirable. If someone is actively provoking them they will 100% ignore them and walk away. They are not afraid of walking away from others that don’t interest them. They also like you because you are intellectually challenging, you are able to talk to them about anything and everything. I see that they definitely have or will grow from their last flirtatious events. As they will learn to eventually move towards serious commitment. The majority of people have not met them. That’s why the universe is not putting you both together yet. I also see that they are very tall, or taller than you. This person likes to take you out on multiple fun dates, they need a friend before a lover. This is friends to lovers or friends with benefits to lovers. They are very honest about their emotions and feelings. They will communicate how they feel and they will tell you directly if they like you. They spend a lot of time worrying about meaningless things. I also see for some people that they might be attached to someone or something. They will eventually have to learn to let it go. Remember humans have free will and this is ultimately them not you. I also see that they are very free-spirited, like to spend on others, and are definitely a giver/provider. They like to be given gifts randomly as well. I also see that they love going out to parties and having a good time. They definitely party a lot if they are in college. They might have a hard time trying to balance school workload and partying. This person is very direct but something about them is that they won’t reveal much to you at first. I’m getting something from the cards that something is hidden from me, so maybe at first, they hide away from you. They stare at you and they think you don’t notice it. They have NICE lips. This person is very kissable. This person is open about their sexuality, they don’t give a fuck about the taboos surrounding sex. They believe it’s natural to want to have sex or make love. I’m also seeing that they are very romantic and passionate. If you are in your 20’s or early 30s this person is the same age as you, maybe being 1-2 years older. I really feel like most people will meet them through friends/college. For older people, this person is not what they appear to be. They look younger but they are actually older than they appear. There is no competition with them, they will make it known that you are seeing them. They honestly are possessive because they think you and them are meant for each other. They will respect your boundaries so if you don’t like something then call them out. They are definitely funny at times LOL. VENUS IN AIRES/VENUS IN GEMINI. Scorpio is strong in their chart.

For their appearance: Tan skin/darker skin color. Dyed hair or dark black hair. Their hair changes often? If they are very feminine presenting, they have long hair. Very well kept. Beard that suits their face. They got a nice body though, nice pp or vagina (LIKE ITS VERY PRETTY) Luscious lips for sure.

SONG: Boys a Liar Pt. 2 - Pink Pantheress (Yeah, this is 100% the situation i’m gathering)

PILE 3:

Classical Tarot Deck: Five of Pentacles (in reverse), Nine of Pentacles, The Hanged Man, Ace of Swords (in reverse), Eight of Wands (in reverse), The Lovers

Oracle Deck: Blossoming Abundance, The Thinking Man, Financial Constraints, Seventh Chakra/Archangel Uriel, Angel of Balance (in reverse), Walking Away

This person is very calm when it comes to their finances, they are very smart too. They are connected with the divine and are most likely very spiritual. They aren’t a witch/magician but they do believe in the divine. This person is wise in multiple aspects of their lives. Their life might have been one of teaching wisdom and patience, good thing comes to those who wait. I’m also seeing that they are very serious about lovers and relationships. They will be very glad to have met you because they will go through a whole new journey with you! This person is very kind but you don’t want to cross their boundaries because their words are like sharp knives. This person is very attentive towards their friends. They won’t give them the whole world but rather push them to be the best they can be. They also like to focus on gaining material success. They are very materialistic, to be honest. They have so much abundance and wealth that they are trying to constantly grow. An empire that lasts for decades. I honestly see that they don’t give a single fuck about others opinions. I mentioned this before but be careful to not say something malicious to them. This person spends their time thinking. They are always in their thoughts, you will be in their thoughts LOL. They definitely are straightforward. They may lack a balance between work and their personal life. They lack knowing how to balance other areas as well. They like to initiate projects and ideas. They are very worried about money, to be honest. It’s like they are constantly worrying if they have enough. They are very humble and well-respected in their careers. I feel like you guys will match well with each other. You’ll both push towards the best. They will be very sweet to you guys in private. HONESTLY, IM GETTING BUTTERFLIES. They know how to talk 100%. This person is a charmer LORD-. Watch out because they will catch you off guard. They have strong mercury in their chart. I also see that they love being in silence. If you already met them, (which I feel like you all haven’t :<) they will like to just feel your presence. They appear to be striking. Like honestly they aren’t too approachable but you can definitely come up toward them? This is very poorly described but they are intimidating. They are probably thinking about what they are going to eat for lunch and people will think they are thinking about the next new technology. I also see that they are probably in engineering, COULD BE Mechanical engineering (look it up if you don’t know what it is), or something of engineering. They also dress casually ok! They know what to appear as in certain occasions/events but they like being comfortable more. They give very honest advice, but also might come off as cruel? They are like you ask for it LOL. ALSO, SARCASM IS BIG HERE. They definitely are sarcastic.

For their appearance: Brown hair, Colored eyes, (Skin tone is varied here! Very diverse for this pile) They got a nice body if not on the thinner side. Very nice lips for this pile as well.. For a feminine presenting, they like to have long beautiful hair. (I think all piles had long hair?!) They like to wear gold!!

SONG: Cry- Cigarettes After Sex (This person is SO FUCKING SWEET TO YOU KSNFKFD)

#pick a card #pick a pile #tarot #tarotcommunity #pac #hellenic pagan #paganism #pagan witch #witchcraft #tarot cards

[yourpsicodelicbitch]

Venus signs at different degrees 💕

This picture is from Pinterest.

Fire venus at 6° or 18° (virgo degree)

Hear me out, the way I would feel if someone treat me like a fire venus at a virgo degree. THAT’S ME OK -so egocentric 🙄🤭🥰-. The way they treat you, being playful, sassy, so sexual and flirty, joking around, and you know what’s the best of everything? You don’t realize that in every moment they’re attentive to the details. Whatever you say you like they know it, they’re gonna remember it, they’re gonna give you little gifts without any explanation, they’re gonna take care of you and at the same time they’re gonna joke around and you never know if they do the same things with others or you are just special (they love you). I like that they seem so “with the flow” type of people, but they’re always thinking their next move and analyzing the way you are and feel about certain things. They show you love admiring you and pampering you. They give everything of themselves. And they could’ve seem cold, the way they can cut you if you don’t give the same as them, with the same intensity that they need. The grounded energy of the virgo degree hit here, to make this fire venusian anxious questioning themselves if you feel and treat them the way you should. So, don’t be too surprised, they’re willing to end cycles (they think they’re wasting their time with you but they know they can learn about the experience).

Water venus at 1°, 13° or 25° (aries degree)

The water venus makes this people so susceptible of what their crush thinks of them. They are fucking stalkers. Either they’re going to show you perfectly that they are in love with you (without they wanting to) or they’re going to keep it private and you’re not going to have idea (scorpio venus). They fantasy about their crush SO much, and with the aries degree they will make impulsive decisions. They are confused: if they really love you, if their feelings are only platonic, etc. They want to fucking live the love of the movies or at least what they fantasize in their head, and sadly they saw a person that could fit in their romantic dream, idealizing the idea of them or the relationship. Just stop. And look what you’re doing. You’re desire of living what others are is destroying what you could have. And also please don’t suffer in silence because your crush doesn’t correspond you; staying in one point only is going to destroy you and make you depressed. When I mentioned an impulsive behavior, I didn’t only refer to the obvious decisions -like confessing to their crush-, but the decisions that would make them suffer more -like staying in silence all their live to just make the other happy-. You can start doing something for yourself, for you. Give you a rest for looking for others too much, it kills you -or would-. I know you can do whatever you want to if you set your mind into it. You’re so brave. The degree in your venus points out. So don’t let your decisions and actions from the past take over you. Don’t hurry and live the moment ✌🏼🤪 -what a disgusting phrase eww, I fucking sound like a therapist, but yes-

Earth venus at 8° or 20° (scorpio degree)

Just stop being so anxious, nervios, overthinker and indecisive for doing the first move. What would happen in the future is another thing. You would never know what’s gonna happen if you don’t try it. SO FUCKING PLEASE just do your move to the person you like, have a crush on or even the one you want to fuck. You do an incredible research about this person, knowing where they live, their family, favorite color, etc., without asking them in the first place. You obtain this information only because you have the dignity to own stalker powers: going into their perfil 24/7, looking if they follow a x person 🙄... You want to be seen as a “I don’t give a fuck” type of person, justifying your invisible initiative towards your crush. You don’t want to go out of your comfort zone. You like it because you can have control, but outside of it you don’t. You’re possessive, not even possessive? -yes-. You want to know everything before to jump into the situation. You have HIGH standards and you don’t even try. You give up easily. DON’T. I know, I have faith -I’m joking 😝- you can have your dream relationship, situationship, whatever you want. If you want to date this placement, make sure you have good food, a romantic -or that the place looks like you did a little research- place with details, and tell them EVERYTHING is gonna happen -not literally but they have a really hard time trusting others bc of situations in the past-. Be honest with them and listen to them. Good luck 🍀😳🌚

Air venus at 2°, 14° or 26° (taurus degree)

Omg what a eww (I want what they have). But the way I see this people in a relationship. They’re SO ROMANTIC, they treat their partner unconditionally. And when they’re in love, they’re in LOVE. They fantasize -in a healthy way I think?- marrying their partner because of the devotion they have to them. I like this degree in this placement, because they’re logical and grounded (but depending on the moon..). The air venus, wanting, giving and reciprocating mental stimulation -reflecting, having an active conversation, communication-, showing that they love their partner not only because of their physical appearance or reputation, but because of the way they think, see the world, their mindset. They look into the way their partner treat and act towards others, how they communicate. With the taurus degree, they’re willing to learn, try to understand how the other think, how the other is. When they’re with someone they give fucking everything, did I mentioned before?! they want to form a family with you or some traditional shit -with “shit” I don’t mean it as an insult I just talk like that-. You’re their goal or on top of the pyramid, but in a healthy way. I keep mentioning this word: they always have in mind the situations in their surroundings, the possibilities and they keep it calm, they don’t rush. Not in the way aries degree do (would be obsessed with you, a whim). NoNoNO. If a taurus degree see a future with you, they’re going to build it, they’re going to prove you with actions. At first they’re not going to force things, they’re going to do many things to stimulate their mind, they want you to be with them in that moment (air venus).

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•This is based on my personal experience and what I’ve analyzed in my surroundings.

•English is not my first language.

•I’m not a profesional astrologer, I just love astrology and I’m willing to learn.

Thank youu. baibaiii🫣🫶🏼💋

Do not copy. Please give me credits.

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[tgmsunmontue]

Once Upon a Time in 1996... 5/?

IceMav TimeLoop. Maverick wakes up to a great day. Then it all turns to shit. Explicit.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR

DAY FIVE

                He wakes slowly, and he has hazy memories of being carried to bed, being cuddled as he drifted back to sleep, and he doesn’t want to open his eyes. Can already tell that he’s alone in bed and he swallows against the tears prickling at his eyes, throat tight.

                It hurts.

                It hurts thinking that he is going to have to do this all over again.

                That Ice doesn’t know or remember what happened between them.

                Their first kiss.

                Their first time together.

                The first time Pete told him he loved him.

                Fuck it.

                He lets the tears come then, just cries his grief-anger-frustration at the whole situation into his pillow and hopes that Bradley and Carole can’t hear him. He feels emotionally exhausted and he falls back to sleep on a wet pillow. Wakes later to the sound of voices outside his door.

                “I don’t know what’s wrong with him. He just… didn’t get up this morning.”

                “Mav? Maverick?”

                There’s knocking on his bedroom door and then Ice is there, looking concerned and his heart does a little leap, and he can’t believe he went years without realizing just how much he loved Ice. He’s sitting on the bed beside him, his hand on his forehead like he’s checking for a temperature and he closes his eyes, enjoying the contact.

                “You okay?” Ice asks, voice quiet.

                “It’s just a bad day,” Pete says, because it is a bad day, if not for the reasons they think it is. Ice’s fingers run through his hair, casual contact not usually given and it makes tears threaten again.

                “Okay. Well. I’ll be here when you want to get up.”

…            …            …

                He doesn’t know what he did to deserve Carole and Tom, that on days when they’re already dealing with their own inner demons they have the time and energy and are willing to care about him too. God he loves them.

…            …            …

                He’s smart.

                A problem solver.

                He can figure this out.

                Fuck he hopes there is something to actually figure out, the idea that the rest of his life is like this, spent re-living the same day.

                Never getting to watch Bradley get older, and his heart aches at the realization that Carole is facing that same realization today but for different reasons.

                The only benefit of being stuck repeating this day is that he doesn’t have to watch Carole get sick and eventually die, the doctor’s word yesterday still repeating themselves in his head.

                He’s pretty sure that while he’s smart, he hasn’t been put in a time loop to somehow suddenly become a medical researcher and somehow find the cure for cancer. That would take years, and while he has the horrible feeling he might have years ahead of him, it also feels like an impossible task for a single person.

                What can he do exactly?

…            …            …

DAY SIX

                He won’t spend the day in bed again.

                He’s cried it out and moped about it and worried his friends and that’s enough.

                He gets up immediately, doesn’t dwell on spending the previous day in bed. He’s running a mental list of what has been the best parts of the last few days. He can be there for Carole, being there for her, not leaving her alone, has definitely helped her. He can do that everyday. Ensure she feels loved and supported and not alone. Tell her everyday that he will adopt Bradley, actually he can look into the paperwork for that, make an appointment with a lawyer and ask for the bill to be sent to him. He can get the information and then make plans for that to ensure it does happen if it is ever allowed to and his life continues past this day.

                Also, telling Carole about this time-loop thing. That feels like something he should do every day. She had just accepted it with this amazing sense of grace that astounds him, accepting his words and reality and simply believed him. He doesn’t know if that would work with Ice, he’s far more skeptical than Carole and would more than likely think Pete was playing some type of stupid prank. He could of course try it one day, but he needs to do it in a way that won’t backfire horribly, although he feels sure he could talk Ice around if he does manage to fuck it up and escape the time loop on the same day.

                So he can be there for Carole, that’s almost the easy part, what he wants with Ice is harder, more emotionally rife but god he wants to kiss him every day he can, curl up on the sofa with him, watch him cook, fall asleep with his arms around him.

                Wake up with him.

                Okay. He’s got this. He gets Bradley sorted with breakfast and keeps him on track, makes sure he’s running on time for the bus. He still wants to figure out a way to make it so Bradley knows about Carole’s cancer as soon as possible, but first he needs to get Bradley off to school. He makes Carole a cup of coffee and takes it up, knocking on her door and passing her the coffee silently. Just like the first time she looks surprised and he rubs his face.

                “I need to talk to you. I’ll wait for you downstairs…”

                That has her eyes going wide and he doesn’t have to wait very long and she’s there, looking at him expectantly and he licks his lips, not sure where to start.

                “So I know Ice is in love with me and that you have cancer, because I’m stuck in a time loop like in Groundhog Day.”

                She stares at him, takes a long drink of her coffee and then puts her mug down.

                “Wow. How many days have you been in the loop?” Carole asks and again Pete is simply floored by her easy acceptance and he just has to ask.

                “This is the second time I’ve told you, and you just… believe me. Why?”

                “Maverick, I love you. You’re one of the loveliest and craziest men I know, but you don’t have the greatest imagination. This isn’t something you’d make up. Also, the fact that you know about the cancer as well as Tom’s feelings for you? Well, you might be able to spot things in the sky but I’ve never ranked your observational qualities of human emotions as one of your stand out qualities…”

                Pete wants to protest, but she’s completely right and he laughs a little.

                “God I love you Carole…”

                “I know. So… you know about my appointment this morning then.”

                “Yeah, I went with you a couple of days ago. It wasn’t great.”

                “How long?”

                He realizes she’s asking him how long she has to live and he rubs his face, swallows the tightness in his throat and then steels himself. He can do this.

                “Six months. Maybe a year.”

                “Well shit.”

                “Yeah. Pretty much sums it up. I want to adopt Bradley though.”

                That has her crying, and he’s being hugged and she nodding silently, or rather, nodding through hiccupping sobs, but it’s fine, he’s pretty sure these are happy tears. Or maybe relieved tears.

                “So, family lawyer rather than a hospital?” Carole asks.

                “I mean, we haven’t done that yet.”

                They then spend a chunk of time ringing around trying to find a practice that has an available appointment and when Carole slides a third cup of coffee across the table she pulls a face.

                “If we end up having to do this again please make a note of who has an available appointment and ring them first.”

                He laughs and nods, because yeah, that’s something he can do, and when the last firm tells him that he’s missed out on their last available appointment he makes a note to ring them first thing when they open if he gets another tomorrow. Instead they make an appointment for next week just in case.

                “Do you think I should ask Bradley?” Pete asks suddenly.

                “What? Why?”

                “Uh, because he might not want to be adopted by me? I’m sure I can be his legal guardian without actually adopting him…”

                “Do you really think he’ll care that much?” Carole asks and Pete remembers the first day, when Carole had said she wasn’t going to tell Bradley about her cancer.

                “I think it would be respectful to at least consider his feelings about it. I mean, he’s growing up and he’s only got five years before he’s eighteen right? Think he deserves to voice his opinion.”

                “And what if he says no?”

                “Then I’m going to respect that, because I don’t want to adopt him against his wishes Carole.” He doesn’t want to replace Goose.

                “God Maverick, you’re going to be such a good dad,” Carole says, and she’s wiping away tears, but she’s smiling sadly. “I forget he’s not my little baby, want to protect him from everything terrible in the world, rather than prepare him for it.”

                “Well, he’s going to ask why I want to adopt him. He’s a smart kid.”

                “You’re right. God. My poor baby.”

                Pete agrees, hates that Bradley is going to have to experience losing his mom so young, when he doesn’t even really remember his father except for the few home videos they have. But he feels hopeful the Carole is clearly planning on telling Bradley in this version of today and the relief he feels is palpable. He wants to make sure this happens again as well, wants to be able to ask Bradley if he can adopt him, and for Carole to tell him about her cancer diagnosis. Fuck. What a rollercoaster ride of a day for everyone.

                “So that’s Bradley and I sorted out, what about you and Iceman?”

                “God. He’s planning a romantic dinner for us tonight.”

                “Really? I suggested to him he do that! Told him even you couldn’t be that oblivious!”

                “Gee, thanks… but uh, he chickened out one of the days. Another day he came here instead. I also got very very drunk on his emergency vodka…”

                “The bottle he keeps in his freezer?”

                “Yep.”

                “Dangerous stuff.”

                Pete snorts, because yes it is, and it’s another blessing he guesses that he didn’t have to live through that hangover.

                “I love him Carole, and we had our first, uh, kiss,” Pete says, and Carole scoffs and he forgets sometimes that her sense of humor is filthier than his, or maybe just a match. “But he’s forgotten…”

                “And he’ll forget every day. And I will forget every day. But you’re a fighter Maverick, you will keep at this because not only do you have no other choice, but if Ice or I had amnesia you would do the same thing. You wouldn’t suddenly not be there for us…”

                Pete thinks of yesterday, his miserable funk which he’d allowed himself to wallow in for a day before pulling himself out and she has a point. He will figure this out. Even if it does take months or years, he’ll figure it out. Thinking that he can’t, or won’t, isn’t going to help. He’s never had a defeatist attitude before now, and he’s not about to start.

                “Yeah, you’re right. Although I really hope it doesn’t take that long. I’d like to wake up where I fall asleep…”

                “You falling asleep somewhere other than your own bed huh?”

                “Ha ha, Ice’s sofa the first two nights, this sofa another night, my own bed and uh…”

                “Iceman’s bed?”

                “Yeah…” Pete agrees, and he grins, remembering.

                “Well then, come on, let’s get you back there.”

                “Back where?”

                “I’m taking you to see Iceman, come on.”

                “I can just go, take my bike…”

                “Nope. Don’t trust the two of you to figure this out.”

                “Huh…”

                “What?”

                “Oh, the other day you pretty much dropped me off at Ice’s place without telling me where you were going that time either.”

                “Sounds like me. I am used to dealing with you. And Iceman. Come on.”

                He follows her out to her car, sings along to the radio with her as she drives to the base, withstands all the sideways glances she gives him, her grin getting wider the closer they get and he simply gets more nervous, despite knowing that Ice loves him. He still doesn’t want to fuck this up. Carole parks the car and hops out, walking smartly up the path to Ice’s front door before knocking. He half expects Ice to answer in a towel again, but he’s dressed in running gear and he's starting to formulate in his head what routine Ice must have for the day.

                “Morning… is everything alright?” Ice asks, looking between them and Pete has to fight the urge to just step into his space and kiss him hello.

                “Morning Tom, Pete has something to tell you,” Carole says, prodding Pete forward, and she doesn’t often use both their first names like that and he smiles at Ice, hopes it looks reassuring.

                “What?”

                “Tom Kazansky, I’m in love with you.”

                “Is he drunk?”  Ice asks Carole and Pete lets out an indignant sound of protest. “Are you drunk?” Ice asks him instead and Pete starts shaking his head.

                “He is one-hundred-percent sober. And I told you so. And he’s all yours. You need to talk! Talk to you tomorrow Maverick! Love you!”

                “Uh, love you too. Bye…”

                They both stand there in silence as they watch Carole get back in the car to drive away and part of him doesn’t feel right, that he shouldn’t be leaving her alone, but she’s a grown woman and she’s delivered him here to sort out his own life. He reaches out for Ice’s hand and laces their fingers together, gives them a little squeeze and doesn’t hide his grin of amusement at the look of happy-confused-disbelief that Ice is wearing, wants to kiss him but they should go inside where they can’t be seen.

                “Were you serious?”

                “Yeah, very serious. Let’s talk inside?”

                “Yeah, inside.”

CHAPTER SIX

#icemav #Once Upon a Time in 1996... #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #Top Gun fanfiction

[ebonyslasher]

Spicy Alphabet: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

A deft, rough tongue will clean whatever hole he's cummed in. He will stop there, unless it leads to more sex. He will let you hobble over to get cleaned up and will watch in amusement. But, he will carry you the rest of the way to get clean. Isn’t too keen on cuddling but will let you hang on him. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Grimmjow took time to cultivate this powder blue hairdo. It's a visual testament to his personality, even when he's calm. The perfect mix of sleek, wild, and sexy. He's the IT guy around here!

But, fuck, would he not admit that your hair is cool as fuck too. Your hair texture was much different from his. So transformative! If it's not your natural, wonderful nappy hair bouncing about: you have to coolest braid and color combo's ever.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

A lot, surprisingly. But it isn't thick.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Grimmjow, unsurprisingly, likes to spar. It's a form of foreplay for him. If you're able to best him, he does become submissive- although it's easy to miss. He's more susceptible to receiving any ass play from you. His moans will be high-pitched and desperate during that time.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

The deep dick twisting technique did not come without experience.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’ll say some ego driven things that might make you laugh. But don’t until after sex. He'll be cozy enough to let the jokes slide.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Wild, like his hair

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Surprisingly, some. It's just shown way differently than the stereotypical trope method. Two examples:

A: In different positions, he's gentle with bending you around.

B: Even though he's an exhibitionist, there are still some activities that he'd rather be just you and him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sometimes, if he can’t spar or fight the energy away.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Spanking, Kittenplay, degradation (giving), Praising (give/receive), edging, fear play, exhibitionism, creaming, competitive sex.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere in Hueco Mundo, even in front of others.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Strong personalities, challenging him, revealing outfits, acting and dressing like a cat/kitten, being confident, bragging, being independent and doing shit yourself. Vulgar flirtatious energy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Humiliation (receiving), meek attitude, child like look/personality, whining, crying, praising others.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Yesss, gives and receives.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It's like static: Fast, rough, and his deepness varies.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Anytime, anyplace, sexy. Literally. And he's competitive? He will try to figure out how to make you cum faster each time. Currently trying to beat his 3:25 record.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yeah, of course. He wants to fuck in front of the others, including his superiors. Even Aizen (who secretly wouldn't mind). He don't care.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

High stamina and has no refractory period. All arrancars have outstanding endurance.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn’t own toys and isn’t a fan. The most he likes is anything that'll add to any of your sexy outfits (or his).

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Yes, he is sadistic after all.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Let's just say everyone knows when y'all are fucking.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Lust running high, Grimmjow is feeling sensually desperate. He prowls the halls to find you. You were sitting down, focused on whatever stupid thing your were working on. Looking gorgeous. But, unfortunately, not in the mood.

Usually, Grimmjow would just grab you and get you in the mood fast. But, he felt sensual. Flowingly sexy.

Grimmjow gathers his energy and conjures a sexy garb that shows off his torso, legs, and dick print. He didn't care if anyone else saw. His mission was to win you over with this outfit.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

8.0 and slightly barbed when in cat form. Uncircumcised.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high, he can just control it to a certain degree. Whenever you're down, he's down. Whenever he's down, you better be ready.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

No, he's going to prowl around or try to coax another round out of you

#black reader #bleach anime #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow x reader #spicy alphabet #grown folks business

[pinkandpurple360]

Trash Anon here:

I kind of feel bad for Stella's voice actor because how she describes Stella long before season 2 was announced that Stella had her own baggage and being a complex character in her own right only for that not to happen. Though this made me think of something:

Was Stella originally supposed to be completely different from the one we have now? Was there an outline for season 2 that was planned before Viv threw it away because it didn't fit her 'idea' of the show going forward and the reason Brandon stepped back from writing due to knowing that his idea of the show was pushed aside for this Wattpad fanfiction bullshit.

I'm only pounding none of this could not be true but now I wish we lived in a world where Brandon was the show runner and not Viv.

Absolutely, she rewrote season two, and probably the rest of the entire story, for her newfound otp. And the best she can do to sell it as romance is to have them abuse each other comedically and reference the stolitz non canon Instagrams via the horse hoody and blitzo saying “he comments on my photos”

They don’t deserve Georgie Leahy she’s just a doll. I guarantee whatever character they had planned before Viv came up with the stolas show was great. She’s an extremely talented LA showgirl, a VA, comedian, not to mention sweetheart to all the Stella fans. Only for her character to be reduced to the hate sink of the entire fandom. And you know how some stans go so far that they can’t separate a VA from a character, she’s probably received at least one nasty comment or message towards her, which makes me so sad for her. Little known fact that she and Brandon have done countless comic skits together and are friends. So…that’s weird. And it’s making me really excited for a Stella and Blitzo interaction. Ironically, the two characters are very similar.

It was around when Viv claims Brandon “handed (her) the reins” that the shows writing went from dark comedy with an occasional sad moment, to absolute utter “stolas is an uwu baby victim who is always correct and right and perfect” crap. And she started projecting onto him heavily, even though she really doesn’t seem like him.

They had to retcon everything, practically every single character, to make way for Stolas’ sob story. Stella is cardboard, Octavia is just impulsive and needs to cut her dad slack, fizz and Loona shill stolas constantly, Moxxie oh god Moxxie completely serves and revered stolas, and acts as his obedient minion always saying “yes your highness, of course your highness” Millie is there too I guess.

It’s clear as day, in LooLoo Land we have a heartbroken enraged woman. Her feelings aren’t invalidated, Stolas is too callous and spineless to even apologise properly, which is his flaw, and Octavia is more on her mothers side than his. As anyone would be.

In Stolas’ apology, he tried to say that he hasn’t been honest, that they weren’t in love, that she has always been (some type of quality that he doesn’t like). And it was always a two sided bickering between two people who aren’t afraid of each other, and didn’t always hate each other. Outside of the balcony scene in s2e1 this dynamic is the same. Only every word stolas says is taken as gospel.

Now he says “I’d be sorry if I’d hurt you but we both know I didn’t do that” which is gaslighting plain as day. When she hires an assassin, she says she wants the “cheating prick” dead. And in Western Energy it’s proven that this was an act of blind rage. She wasn’t thinking about the imp, or the money, only the betrayal and embarrassment. But having her throw a silly party (big fucking deal) and trying to slap him (bad thing she did, but isn’t it funny how stolas almost being slapped is awful with a full orchestral soundtrack, but moxxie and Millie almost dying trying to cover stolas’ ass is no biggie?) and stolas violating women, abusing and murdering imps, isn’t his fault. They brought it on themselves right?

#helluva boss #Stella

[witchersmistress]

Snooping and Library Sex 2.0

Hello my Darlings! Im in decisive af so i have here another version of Snooping, i changed the characters around and added some details but its basically the same.

Trigger Warnings: rough sex, orgasm denial, destruction of books, back sassying

Word count: 4K

as usual my darlings, you do not have my permission to copy, translate or use my work in anyway. if you do i will haunt you for the rest of your days k?

I can feel the angry energy roiling under my skin after my encounter with Napoleon, all the sated, relaxed feeling from the self induced orgasms is nothing but a distant memory already. I’m on edge and pissed off, and I hate it.

It’s like the ground is shifting out from beneath me, like I can’t find solid footing anywhere, and that unbalanced sensation makes me want to lash out. It would make the most sense to go up to my room and hide out until I feel better, but for some reason, I don’t want to do that. Being idle sounds shitty, so after depositing my shit upstairs, I stalk around the house instead, feeling defiant. So far, I haven’t poked around their space too much. I go from the room they gave me to the kitchen and sometimes to the living room, but not really beyond that. Now I don’t stop myself from doing what I want, striding from room to room as if the whole house is my personal domain.

 I yank open a door down a corridor off the main entryway and find a well-kept baby grand piano inside. I roll my eyes at the fucking luxury these assholes clearly live in and look the instrument over. One of them must play. Even though they have so much nice shit, it would be stupid to have a whole-ass piano in here if it didn’t get used. Which one is it, I wonder? Staring at it doesn’t yield any answers, so I march back out, closing the door behind me. Another couple of doors just lead to closets, and I bypass them, not caring enough to rifle through coats and boxes and shit. But the next door I try reveals a small library. That’s the only good word for the room full of books. There are shelves lining three of the walls, and an armchair with a small end table beside it tucked into a corner. It looks like the kind of place that gets a lot of use, which is surprising as hell since none of the guys seem like the intellectual types. Just the thought of Napoleon or Syverson sitting in that chair with a cup of tea and a thick book is almost enough to make me laugh. It’s a toss-up with Napoleon, and August could go either way too. There’s a set of encyclopedias on one of the shelves, and I roll my eyes because apparently we’re back in the dark ages or some shit.

 I move on from those and find a stretch of classic books. The titles stand out in gold on the spines, things like The Works of Edgar Allan Poe, The Prince, The Odyssey, and The Iliad. Books like they make you read in high school, full of shit you’ll never care about again. I take a couple off the shelves and check them out, running my hands over the smooth leather of the covers and the embossed letters of the titles. I flip through one, The Odyssey, and am surprised to see little notes in the margins. Whole passages have been underlined, and the handwriting is cramped off to the side, but I can just make some of it out. I don’t know anything about books, but reading the stuff in the margins feels like getting a peek into someone’s soul. Whoever wrote these notes had a soul full of rage and pain, and they were connected with the pain felt by the characters in the books. Each book I pull off the shelf to look through is like that, with little notes off to the side and underlined parts. Some words are circled, others crossed out. It’s like whoever did it dedicated themselves to reading each book and finding the parts that either pissed them off or resonated with them the most. I’m putting a few of them back and reaching for another one when someone steps into the room. “What the fuck are you doing?” a deep voice intones behind me. August. And he’s pissed. As usual. I turn around to look at him, and something in the way his face looks so guarded and angry makes me pretty damn sure these books are his. I’m still on edge, feeling exposed from what happened with Napoleon. I hate that 2these men have gotten under my skin. That was never supposed to be part of the plan. I was just supposed to fuck with them, not let them fuck with me back. “Just exploring,” I tell him, shrugging. “Seeing what there is to see in here. Found these books.” “You shouldn’t go poking around in other people’s shit,” he snaps, his broad frame looming in the doorway. I shrug. “It was all just here, so I figured, why not? They’re yours, aren’t they? Or at least, you’re the one who wrote these things in them.” His jade eyes flash with irritation, and I know I’m right. He wouldn’t care so much if they weren’t his and he wasn’t the one who’d gone through all the trouble to make these notes. “So what’s all this about, then?” I ask, flipping open one of the books to a random page. It’s got so many notes on it I can barely make them all out, and I lift an eyebrow. “There’s some heavy stuff in here. One of the characters is talking about… I don’t even know what. The suffering they’re going through. And then you wrote a whole tiny little paragraph about how they don’t even know what true suffering is.” “Stop it,” he grits out, a warning in each syllable. I don’t stop, though. Because this feels good. More addictive than any drug. I want to poke at him, want to get under his skin the way they’ve all gotten under mine. “This part right here about the ‘darkness that you can’t escape’ is pretty poetic,” I say with a little smirk. “Maybe you’re in the wrong business. You should stop abducting women from alleys and take up writing full time.

 It seems like you’d have a lot to pull from for inspiration, judging from what you wrote here.” That seems to be the last straw. August moves forward, marching up to me and yanking the book out of my hand. He crowds into my space, pressing me up against the shelf until the wooden ridges of it dig into my back. “You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” he hisses. “So you should shut your mouth.” He’s so close, but I don’t back down. “Maybe I don’t want to. Maybe I want to know more. Maybe I want to figure out what makes you work, August. How you ended up the way you are.” “That wasn’t the deal,” he snaps. “Fuck the deal,” I reply. “I’m guessing you used to live in that shithole apartment building you took me to.” “What?” “I’m not an idiot. You knew it way too well for it to be somewhere new to you, or somewhere you only go when you need information. Plus, Meredith talked to you like she cared. That shit takes time. what's up with that?”

“None of your fucking business.” I can feel the rage pouring off him, but I don’t back down. He’s not going to hurt me—that wouldn’t be in his best interests, considering he needs me alive to kill Ivan—and if he did try to, I could just hurt him back. So all he can really do is stand there while I push his buttons, getting more and more pissed off with no real outlet for it. It feels good to be on the instigating end, finally, to be the one doing the pushing instead of getting pushed. And I keep riding the waves of that, leaning into August and not letting him get away with his non-answers. “What was it like?” I press. “Living there? How old were you? Young?” “Shut up.” His expression closes down some, fury blurring out any other emotion. He’s uncomfortable, but relying on anger to get through it is a tried-and-true method. I know that well myself. “Why don’t you want to talk about it? You took me there, so it’s not like I don’t know.” “That was for a purpose,” he spits. “Not for you to go digging around in my life.” “Oh, it sucks when the shoe’s on the other foot, huh?” I shoot back. “Maybe I don’t want to let you off the hook that easily.” “Maybe I don’t give a fuck what you want.” “Well, that’s obvious. If you did, I wouldn’t be here. You’re holding me hostage in your fucking house, and you won’t even give me anything entertaining to keep myself occupied. Tell me why these books.” “I’m not telling you anything!” The words rip out of him, and there’s pure rage behind them. His eyes are snapping with it, and he’s practically growling at me. “Just a little hint?” I ask, putting on a pleading face. “Small one? Were you some kind of nerd in school? You don’t seem like the type.” Before I can get out another taunt, he grabs my upper arms in a tight grip. I can feel the strength and anger in the press of his fingers, and I know I’ll have marks there later. I half expect him to shove me forcibly out of the room, but instead, he drops his head and crushes his mouth to mine, kissing me hard enough to bruise.

August kisses me hard, biting down on my lower lip and dragging it into his mouth to suck on it before releasing it with a loud pop. A little noise of frustrated pleasure spills from my mouth, and I grab his shirt, hauling him back in for more. He doesn’t resist, devouring my mouth with his, hot and slick and messy. It’s the same thing I did with Napoleon earlier, kissing him to get him to shut up and stop saying shit I didn’t want to hear. I know that’s what he’s doing right now. But somehow, I don’t care. His hands roam over my shoulders and down my arms, finding their way around to fit in between my back and the bookshelf I’m still pressed against. He manages to grab twin handfuls of my ass, groping me hard, and I moan into his mouth all over again. I can’t control my reaction to it, and I don’t even try that hard, really. It’s all happening too fast. All the anger and hate between us is coming out as this hot, intense sexual desire, and I feel like it would burn me up if I tried to ignore it. I can feel how hard August is as he presses forward, grinding into me. I press back against him, rubbing against the hardness of his body. With a little growl of desire, his mouth moves from mine down to my jaw, leaving biting, open-mouthed kisses as he blazes a trail to my neck.

 I gasp when he bites at just the right spot, arching against him and tipping my head back. That seems to give him an idea, and one hand releases my ass to fist in my hair, yanking it enough to one side that he has complete access to my neck. His mouth is hot and wet, and it feels like it’s everywhere as he kisses me, my body responding eagerly to his touch no matter what my mind might think about him. My nipples go hard and tight, and my pussy throbs with need. It still feels too empty from when Napoleon rejected me, and it’s almost like it can sense that there’s a chance to fix that right now. “Fuck,” I groan, pulling against August’s hold on my hair just to feel the sharp pain that comes from the resistance. He doesn’t say anything, releasing my hair after a moment and letting the silvery strands fall over my shoulders as his hands start roaming again. They find my nipples, and he pinches and tweaks them through my shirt at first before sliding his hands under the fabric and shoving my bra out of the way. His mouth trails down lower, and he presses those hot, feverish kisses along the skin of my chest and my tits, tugging down the neckline of my shirt until he finds one nipple and takes it between his teeth, biting down and none too gently.

 I cry out at the sharp sting of it, squirming against the shelves while he practically feasts on my tits, leaving even more biting kisses in his wake. Pinned in place, it’s all I can do to stay upright against the shelves, letting him run his mouth over my skin and my nipples. My pussy is wet again, so desperate to be touched or filled or something, and I grind even harder against him, searching for the friction to take the edge off. August finally looks up again, and his jade green eyes are dark now. There’s still anger there, but it’s being crowded out by the raw lust emanating from him. It’s a damn good look on him, and I reach up to grab ahold of the back of his neck, pulling him down so I can kiss him again. He grunts out something that might be a curse or might be my name, but I swallow the sound either way, shoving my tongue into his mouth and almost daring him to keep up with me. And he does. He kisses back with equal intensity, matching my pace until we’re both breathless. I’m the first one to pull back, needing to catch my breath while my head spins. August takes advantage of the moment and rips my shirt over my head, exposing my bare chest to the air of the room. He yanks my bra off, and I half expect him to go back to my tits, but instead, his hands go down lower, undoing the button and zipper on my jeans so he can drag them down. August’s already dark eyes turn almost black as he stares down at me. 

Without saying a thing, he drops to his knees in front of me and takes those kisses down to my pussy. He sucks and licks at it like it’s the best thing he’s tasted all year, his tongue working itself along my folds and circling my hole with precision. I can’t help the way I shiver at how it feels, the heat and pleasure of it shooting through me. I still feel sensitive from Napoleon making me fall apart so many times less than an hour ago, and August’s mouth on me feels amplified, as if every sensation is turned up to eleven. He’s messy with it, eating me out and making his face and my thighs slick with my arousal. I look down at him while he drags his tongue over me, breathing hard and still feeling spiteful. “You’re lapping up Napoleon’s cum, you know,” I taunt breathlessly. That’s enough to get him to jerk back, but he doesn’t seem disgusted or squeamish about it. Instead, his eyes are dark with anger again, and his face twists into a mask of fury. “You fucked Napoleon?” he demands. I can’t tell if he’s mad about me fucking Napoleon in general or me fucking Napoleon instead of him. I could easily lie and say that yeah, we fucked, but it bothers me for some reason that the answer is no. I was right there, mostly naked and still a mess from the rolling orgasms Napoleon gave me, and he didn’t want to finish what he fucking started. It sits sourly in my belly, the sting of rejection still present and irritating. So I refuse to answer August, just raising an eyebrow and shrugging one shoulder. Let him think whatever he wants about that.

 He narrows his eyes, a hard look coming over his face. Then he slaps my pussy hard with one hand. I jerk and moan in surprise, taken aback by the sudden harshness. When he does it again, harder, a flash of pain bursts through me before my clit starts to throb with need. “Fuck.” It’s basically the only thing I can think to say to express that it felt fucking good, but August doesn’t seem to need more than that. He dives back in, hands gripping my hips hard while he licks me with even more vicious determination than before. Even with the knowledge that he’s licking the remnants of Napoleon’s cum out of me, he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t seem like he’s put off at all. It’s more like he wants to lick me clean or something, to overtake what Napoleon did to me and wipe it out of my memory.

And he’s fucking good at it, too. I don’t know where August falls on the spectrum of Syverson to Napoleon in terms of how often he likes to fuck, but he knows what he’s doing. His tongue curls along my clit, teasing it and working me up. I thread my fingers into his hair, holding on tight and rolling my hips as the sensation builds and builds and builds. I can feel my orgasm rising, threatening to overtake me. And then, when I’m right there on the edge, about to tip over into a fucking amazing orgasm, August stops and pulls back. “What the shit?” I gasp out, sounding hoarse and breathless. “I was close.” He doesn’t say anything, just gets up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. My legs are shaky, and I’m ready to be pissed off as hell if he thinks he’s going to walk away without getting me off after all that. But then he grabs me again and turns me around so I’m facing the bookshelves. He grabs my hands and braces them against the wood, moving me where he wants me. I should be pissed off. I am pissed off. But that’s not the only reason my heart is racing. He grabs my pants where they’re pooled around my ankles and pulls them up just enough that they wedge my thighs together, keeping my legs tightly closed so I can’t open them. Just how he wants me. I’m about to turn around and tell him to get the fuck on with it, when he drives into me hard enough to leave me breathless. Like this, with my legs pressed together, I’m even tighter than usual, and it’s like I can feel him everywhere, pressing against my walls, filling me up.

 August isn’t gentle with it either. He grabs my hips hard, fingers digging into my flesh as he fucks me even harder. His cock drives into me with punishing force, the sound of our skin slapping together ringing out in the room. I don’t bother to hold back my sounds of pleasure. I probably couldn’t even if I wanted to. Not with the way he’s fucking me hard and dirty, making sure that each thrust sends the whole length of his cock slamming into me, hitting that spot inside me that makes me cry out almost every time. Heat and electric sensation curl through me, radiating out from my center to spread into my whole body. I was already on edge before, from his mouth on me, and this is just another step closer to throwing me into an orgasm headfirst. I move my hand, ready to rub at my clit until I come from it all, but August growls behind me. He grabs my wrist and puts my hand back where it was, holding it down with almost bruising force. “No,” he pants. “You don’t get to touch yourself.” It flashes through my mind to tell him where he can shove his bossy bullshit, but then he slams into me so hard that it’s all I can do to stay upright. My heart is pounding almost as forcefully as the way he’s fucking me, bashing against my ribs and making it hard to catch a full breath. Books fall from the shelves around us as my tight grip on the bookshelf makes the whole thing shake. My back is arched, my eyes half closed. My whole body is on fire. I’m so close, right there on the edge, ready to tip over into that well of pleasure that���s been building steadily, but August doesn’t let me. He doesn’t give me that last little push I need. Instead, he starts fucking me more shallowly, letting his cock dip in and out of my pussy without driving all the way in. A noise of helpless frustration spills out of my mouth, and I ball my hands into fists against the wood of the shelf. August doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even taunt me for being needy and desperate. He just keeps his hips moving, turning those shallow thrusts into long, slow ones that still don’t give me all that I need. He’s holding out for as long as he can, clearly, and it’s driving me fucking insane. I thrust my hips back, trying to take him to the hilt, trying to get more, and he just makes a low noise and digs his fingers in harder. 

Maybe it’s a warning, maybe it’s a reaction. I don’t know and I don’t fucking care. All I know is that if I don’t come, I’m going to go insane. My core throbs, spasming around his dick like it’s desperate to milk it dry once I’m allowed to come, and I whine low in my throat, feeling all that sensation keep building like it’s going to snap. Finally, he seems to be at the end of his tether. I can feel his hips stuttering, the stamina he’s been using to drive me nuts finally giving out. He reaches around and down and pinches my clit hard. The pain and stimulation are enough to set me off like a bomb, and I nearly scream, getting a hand up over my mouth in time to muffle it as I explode in pleasure. I can barely breathe, barely keep my body from shaking itself apart as I come, gushing on his cock and squeezing it hard. August follows me over the edge, letting out a low groan as he pumps me full of his release. I’m breathless, slumped against the shelves, trying to remember how to move or do anything. My body is still trembling from the force of my pleasure, and I nearly stagger when August pulls out and steps back. By the time I can turn around to look at him, he’s pulling his pants up and tucking his cock away. Even though I’m positive he was just as into that as I was, he looks more put together, since he’s dressed and not oozing cum the way I am. “Clean up the fucking books,” he says, back to that angry, flat tone. Then he turns and walks out, leaving me there with the mess. Whatever bliss I was feeling a second ago evaporates instantly on the heels of my anger, and I’m pissed off all over again. Not about fucking him, but about the fact that it feels like he’s won something. Like he’s the one who came out ahead and has the higher ground now, even though I’m the one who instigated the confrontation.

 He walked out like he was fine and nothing had changed, but I’m the one slumped against a shelf like I’ve lost my equilibrium. August definitely had the upper hand while we were fucking. I needed him at that moment, and I hate that more than anything. He practically had me begging, poised on the edge of an orgasm I could only get from him, and he knew it. “Fucking asshole,” I spit, even though there’s no one there to hear it. I don’t need anybody. Least of all August. Or any of these fucking guys. “I’ll pick up your stupid books,” I mutter under my breath. I gather up the ones that fell off the shelves and make sure to smear his cum on the pages before slapping them shut and putting them away. The pages will get stuck together, and it’ll serve him fucking right.

#august walker imagines #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill characters #august walker fanfiction #henrycavill smut #henry cavill x you #august walker #august walker fanfic #henry cavill #henry cavill thirst #napoleon solo #captain syverson fanfiction

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Okay but imagine an au where Nya and Kai always have been their elements

Like do to some magic or destiny type bullshit they were able to personify themselves as living being and every few centuries had to go back to their original form to re-gain enough energy to personify themselves again. I Imagine that their cycles for this are quite synchronized so either one would go before the other by like a year (or so) or they would go around the same time (like a week or two)

So imagine Kai confusion when everyone is mourning Nya even tho he knows damn well that she’s alive- just in a different form

Just picture: the ninja at the beach, jay having been sitting there for hours and the rest just joining him

Jay: FSM I miss her so much I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do now that she’s gone

Lloyd: yeah I know what you mean she was like a sister to us all

Cole: she was Kai’s sister

Zane: while we were all close to nya, Jay and Kai definitely knew her the best I can’t imagine the pain you both are going through

Kai: oh no I’m chilling you guys keep at what your doing tho

Everyone: Kai wtf

Kai with the outmost confusion: you know she’s alive right? She just needs a few weeks to regain energy and she’ll be right back up on her feet

Kai: which by the way (turns to the ocean) CAN YOU TAKE ANY FUCKING LONGER? dang bitch we’ve been through worst and your telling me some snake took that much energy from you?

The waves start splashing harder against the beach

Kai: Excuses

Also just imagine Kai realizing that his next so one of the ninja just walk in on him writing his will

Lloyd: Kai what are you doing

Kai: look I have way to much shit and I don’t want any of it to fall on the wrong hands

Like imagine they can communicate/hear each other through their element so you just see from time to time Nya full on yelling at a torch and Kai flinching or Kai grabbing a cup of water and full on roasting the shit out of it and you see Nya with the most offended look

I just love the idea of Nya and Kai being confused cause they think all the ninja are also like them just to find that no they are in fact that only one who’ve been alive as long as there elements have existed

#zane ninjago #ninjago #ninjago kai #ninjago incorrect quotes #ninjago nya #nya smith #kai smith #ninjago au #i love them #jay walker #ninjago jay #ninjago seabound #I haven’t actually seen seabound yet #I am terrified to do so #idk what to call it #element au? #shit name but it’s what I got #smith siblings

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Imaginary Shadow Dad)Ch.5: Grief Stricken

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  Notes: He’s out of time. (I’m so fucking sorry)

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  He was running out of time. His healing was slowing. He was on the verge of not healing at all. He was spreading himself too thin. He had started letting the twins train Xiao-Xiao so he could rest, and it was getting harder to join their games. Xiaotian was really worried for him. The cub had started wearing the extra limbs whenever he was over once he'd learned how. His tail would wrap around the adult’s as he hugged him on the couch or in a nest, and his ears would droop with fear when his dad zoned out.

  Shadow Dad had been struggling to breathe every time he made a hard impact and the twins had been having to snap him out of it when he dozed off. He was trying to rest more, but whenever he rested, he would zone out and scare his kids. He knew it. He was running out of time.

  As he was watching his kids play, he knew his wounds were hurting again. His right eye felt hollow and the band on his tail was squishing it again. The twins and Xiao-Xiao all noticed, but they were trying to keep positive. Xiaotian was doing amazing with his training. His blocking with his hands was perfect, he had mastered summoning basic shapes and physicalising them, and his acrobatic skills were fantastic, with or without the staff. 

  Shadow Dad’s perfect little boy. He was so damn proud. “Are you okay, dad?” Savage asked, floating next to the adult in the shadow realm.

  The original opened his eyes with a deep breath. “Yeah.. No need to worry, Savage.” He had to stop to breathe. It was hard to comfort any of them when they were smart enough to know what sickness looked like.

  “Don’t lie to us! We can tell you’re sick! How do we fix it? You need to heal!” The other teen exclaimed, exasperated.

  “Rumble, you can’t fix it!” The adult started, stopping for breath. “My physical form hasn’t been healing nearly as fast and I’m using too much energy! I-... I’m gonna need to find… someone else… to take care of him.”

  “No-!”

  “YES, Savage! If I keep tak-..” He started coughing very suddenly and had to calm his breath before continuing. “If... I keep taking care of him… I’ll wind up.. Well… you both know..”

  The twins both gave each other a solemn look and had to admit it to themselves. If he didn’t take a break, he might never fully heal. “Then let’s go looking for somewhere safe.”

  “We can’t leave Apricot Boy in that environment.” The twins agreed, knowing it was better to do that much, rather than leave their baby brother in such an awful household.

  And thus, they began their search for a safer home. Every time they were called by the youngest, they spent time together simply relaxing, but the moment they left, it was back to the search. Oh well. It was gonna be fine. At least Xiao-Xiao was okay.

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  Shadow Dad stopped to peek into one of the homes he saw and watched a conversation between a pig and a scholar. 

  Pigsy placed a bowl of noodles in front of his husband, a deep sigh coming from his lips. “What is it, Pigsy?” Tang asked, wanting to know what was making his partner upset. 

  “Just thinkin’..” The chef dismissed, glancing back to the photos on his wall. “I want someone to pass this onto. I can’t let my grandma’s legacy die out with me.” He explained, staring at the wall of photos.

  Tang sighed sympathetically. “And I would love someone to tell stories too, but we don’t have the funds. Not to mention the logistical difficulties we would face. Gay same-species couples already struggle to get approved, and demons are rarely allowed to adopt anyone.” The human lamented, wishing the world was kinder.

  The shadow on their wall stared in, starting to consider them for his Xiao-Xiao. “I think it’d be worth it..” The pig grouched, still staring at the wall. Shadow Dad could tell these two were reincarnations of Zhu Bajie and Tang Sanzang, respectively, but he could tell these lives were very different. 

  The scholar adjusted his glasses and looked at the wall himself. “Well, either way, we don’t have the funds, so we can’t do that for a while.”

  Funds. Shadow Dad could help with funds! They seemed like they’d be a safe place for his son to go, so if he could get them funds, he’d be able to leave his son with them. Hold tight, Xiaotian! Dada’s gonna find somewhere-

  (*SMASH!* “Mommy! Plea- AGH!”)

  Somewhere… safe. The shadow rubbed his ears, wondering what that was. Was that a vision? He hadn’t had one of those since when he… had that bad break up. He slipped deeper into the shadows and dipped all the way down to his storage space. Being a public figure had its perks.

  He even had temples of his own. Plenty of people were willing to give something up valuable if it meant getting in on a secret. Though there were two temples made by people he knew personally. One was even made with the express purpose of helping him regain strength. Anyways, expensive offerings! 

  It was… somewhere in the northwest pile. Well, the thing he was thinking of. He called the twins from their search. “Rumble. Savage. Help me find that set of ancient vases, please.” He explained once they were by his sides.

  They made questioning chitters, but shrugged and started digging through the northwest pile. Shadow Dad joined the search moments later and dug through the stack, looking for the set of vases an emperor had given him in exchange for revealing the other side’s battle plans. It was valuable back then and it’s surely valuable now. 

  Digging through the pile, the trio found almost twenty pie tins and thirty necklaces. That idiotic king kept giving him those. Well, the tins had pies in them when they were left on the altar, but still, he kept leaving those to the shadow. 

  Shadow Dad wasn’t sure why, but he felt like he had to hand the set over now or something would happen to his Little Sky. He wasn’t sure why-

  (*THUD!* “Did ya’ hear me, twerp?! How about you run along and let whoever’s been giving you those things have ya!?”)

  Oh.. Right. That’s why. He started speeding up with his digging, thinking about what he’d heard. Weird.. Was that Xiao-Xiao’s… He doesn’t deserve Shadow Dad’s title. Was that Xiao-Xiao’s sperm donor? He needed to hurry up. “RUMBLE! SAVAGE! HURRY! WE GOTTA DO THIS FAST!”

  The twins saluted from where they were and dove back into the pile, Savage immediately popping back up with the set in it's hands. "I found it!” A shadow whip wrapped around the set and pulled it to the adult’s hands. Shadow Dad portaled to the couple's building again and placed it on their doorstep, feeling the pull of Xiaotian’s lantern a moment later.

  He knew it would be hard to explain, but- He saw his son; his perfect little boy, covered in bruises and cuts and barely awake when he arrived. One tiny smile grew on his face, before he passed out. FUCK.

  Shadow Dad ran to his son’s side and wracked his brain on what to do. How was he gonna-! You have healing, moron! But- He doesn't have enough energy for that! If he uses that..

  No. Stop! Don't be selfish! it's better that he's okay and doesn't know what happened instead of him being dead. He readied himself and let his ears start their glow. He held his hands an inch above his cub’s form and started to repair him as best he could.

  His own form couldn’t remain solid even after only healing half of his son’s wounds and he had to pull apart the mini lantern to gain its power. Once he realized that, he picked his son up and brought him to the building he'd picked. His magic healed the boy as he held him close, wanting to hug him as long as he could.

  Once his cub was fully healed, he summoned the twins to say their goodbyes. As they cried over their baby brother’s form, he thought about his visions and made his decision. 

  The boy’s sperm and egg donors were in for a world of hurt.

—Shadow Staff Era, End—

  Xiaotian's eyes opened softly, confusion showing quickly. Where was he? He looked around for a moment, before seeing a sign. 'Pigsy’s Noodles' was written on the front. The little boy stood up, staring at the restaurant, before checking his pocket.. He checked the other. He patted every part of his outfit and couldn't find it. Where was his lantern?!

  He started hyperventilating and ran around the corner, hiding from the pig demon who stepped out shortly after he'd moved. Where was his dad?! He needed him and he wasn’t there! What happened? He held his forehead and was relieved when he felt the headband was still there. At least he had that.

  "What is it, Pigsy?" another voice came from inside, causing more fear in the kid’s eyes.

  "Thought I heard something..," the pig- Pigsy, muttered, before looking around. He walked over to where the boy sat. Come on, Xiao-Xiao! Calm down! He's gonna find you- "What the- What are you doing out here alone?"

  The demon kneeled down next to him, reaching out towards him but not touching. "Leave me alone." The child mumbled, still holding his headband.

  Pigsy sighed and lowered his hand, before saying quietly, "Well, if you're hungry, come in and we'll warm you up, alright?" and walking back into his shop. Xiaotian uncurled and looked toward the warm light. He was hungry… and cold.. and wet.

  He kept holding the headband as he walked back around the corner, stepping into the golden glow and feeling the homey atmosphere the moment he entered. "Holy- 300,000?! Who just left this here?" A human said, sitting on a stool with a bowl of noodles in front of him and a set of pottery to his side. He was texting someone. Probably an appraiser.

  Pigsy poured a bowl of noodles and placed it next to the human, gesturing Xiao-Xiao over. "Someone stupid, probably. Either way, there goes the money issue!" The demon exclaimed, smiling at his husband while Xiaotian walked in.

  He got on the stool and smiled slightly. “Hi..” He waved as the pig placed a pair of chopsticks in front of him.

  The human seemed confused, but he waved back, just to be polite. “Hello there.. Where are your parents?” Xiao-Xiao turned his face toward the ground with a frown and the man panicked. “Oh!- I- I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were an orphan! Uhm- uh- ah- Food? Wh-What’s your favorite food?”

  The little boy laughed at the awkward man, a lot calmer, but still holding his headband tightly. “Um… I dunno.. Congee, probably! Shadow Dad always makes that!” He exclaimed, noticing the other’s face shift to confusion again.

  “Wait. I- aren’t you… an orphan?” The adult asked.

  “No. Shadow Dad is gonna come back! I know it! It… He must have just… forgot. He’ll be back any minute!” Xiaotian tried to stay confident in his parental figure, but… Right here, Xiao-Xiao.. It… was hard. He scratched his leg lightly when he felt something touch him through the skin. 

  Pigsy looked between the child and his husband as the boy started eating. The adults had that odd mind link and realized in sync that the cub had been abandoned. “Yeah.. Well.. What’s your name? We can… take care of you till he comes back.” The demon offered as his husband smiled and nodded along. 

  “I-I’m Qi Xiaotian. And… you?” The Little Sky introduced himself, trying to force a smile. 

  “I’m Pigsy.” The demon stated, smiling at the kid to comfort him. 

  “And I’m Tang. Nice to meet you, Xiaotian.” The human said, taking another bite of his noodles. 

  Silence fell as the humans sat there eating and the pig wiped down his tables and counters. Right before he turned off the TV however, he saw what they were reporting on and paused. "News has spread about local parents, Qi Yang and Guo Jiao. Apparently, they have disappeared from their home, despite the fact that no one has been seen going in or out the whole day. This has caused the police to suspect that a demon has committed this atrocity, but so far there is no hard proof. Now, onto the weather.."

  The boy looked shell shocked by this development, but said nothing until the TV was off, at which point he let out an airy laugh. “Shadow Dad can be my actual dad now! I just need to wait for him to come back… and that shouldn’t take too long! He should be back tomorrow!” he claimed, though it was clear he wasn’t sure. Xiao-Xiao.. The loss of his lantern meant a loss of control, and now that he thought about it, everything was too bright. Could they turn the lights off?

  He blocked his eyes from the light and got back to his noodles, not noticing Pigsy taking the scholar a few feet away for a private conversation. “Okay. So the kid was abandoned, right?” The demon confirmed, waiting for his husband to nod before he continued. “And from what he was saying, it sounds like his parents went missing, and he’s talking about some mysterious Shadow Dad,” Tang nodded, wondering where the pig was going with this. “And he expects this, “Shadow Dad” to come back, but he doesn’t even sound sure.”

  The human had enough of this and butted in. “Pigsy, where are you going with this?” he asked, hoping his husband would get to the point.

  “Xiaotian is an orphan… who walked into our lives… the same day a package of valuable vases appeared on our doorstep while we were talking about adopting. Do you know what that means?” The pig began, getting his partner’s trademark, ‘Get on with it.’ look. “C’mon, Tang! You’re the one who’s into this spiritual mumbo jumbo!”

  “Are you saying a god literally dropped a child on our doorstep?” 

  Pigsy face-palmed and stared at his husband, before explaining to the flustered scholar, “No. I’m saying that this “Shadow Dad” guy dropped his son on our doorstep. My guess as to why is as good as yours, but still, the kid is an orphan and we have money now, so… y’know..” 

  Tang sighed and stepped towards his bookshelf, picking the first book of JTTW off of it and returning to his husband’s side. He gave a sympathetic smile to his partner and tried to let him down easily. “I know you’re excited, but where would we even keep a kid? Not to mention, adoption interviews are an integral part of picking a kid to adopt- Yes, Xiaotian?” The boy tugged on his sleeve and interrupted him.

  He was staring at the book in the scholar’s arms with stars in his eyes. “Is that the book Monkey King’s from?” He asked, still staring at the book, then he glanced up at Tang’s face and flinched away at the pointed look he was given, though he couldn’t tell the emotions behind it.

  And so he was baffled when he was lifted into the human’s arms as he started talking and walking towards the door. “Come along, my dear Pigsy. We cannot allow this boy to fall into a home where his mental dexterity will not be nurtured!” 

  “What is happening?” The child asked, before hearing the pig snort out a laugh.

  “Tang- Tang, sweetie. It’s eleven P.M. No ones open!” Tang stopped when he brought it up, and then walked back over to the stairwell. One set went up to an office space and the other went down to the couple’s own home. Yes, they lived in the basement. Do you have a problem with it? No? Good.

  “Right! Sleep, breakfast, then foster.” The adult said, walking down the stairway to his home. The first room you saw was the living room, which was fairly simple. A deep red sofa, redwood coffee table, and matching TV stand and carpet! (Though the carpet had a golden edge)

  There were also a few bookshelves behind the set up. It was clear to see that Tang designed this room. To the right of the door was the bathroom, and on the other side of the TV was the door to the bedroom. Where’s the kitchen and dining room? The fucking restaurant, of course! 

  The scholar placed the boy on the couch, turned on “Monkey King: The Animated Series” and then went into the bedroom to get a blanket for their guest. He helped Xiaotian get comfy, and then went to bed with his husband. “Heh. And you were thinking we wouldn’t wanna keep this kid.” The pig joked, getting changed into his sleep wear. 

  “It may be a logistical nightmare, but if there’s a kid who’s willing to hear my stories, it will be worth it.” Tang stated,taking off his glasses and changing into his nightgown. 

  As the two got into bed, Pigsy added, “And if he’s willing to learn my recipes, it will be worth it.” The partners agreed that night. They were ready for this kid, because the boy they found was willing to learn. 

  Shadow Dad watched from the darkness, proud of the boy he’d raised, and happy with his choice of host family.

—Purple Bo Staff Era, Start!—

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I am so fucking sorry, y’all. It’s called Imaginary Shadow Dad for a reason. (I’m not saying the shadow fam was imaginary, but… Well, you'll understand when you read the next few chapters.) 

Welcome to The Five Chapters of Grief, everybody! Next time, Ch.6: Denial. 

Have fun, and happy scrolling!

(Also, surprise! There are eras!)

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#lego monkey kid #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk au #ShadowDad au #Dad Macaque #Baby Mk #Fluffy fic #shadowpeach #spicynoodleshipping #freenoodleshipping #monkie kid macaque #mk lego monkie kid #Shadow Lantern #lmk savage #lmk rumble #Oops! It's a little edgy now.

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The voices, and when they get down with the sickness (long post underneath, please prepare yourself):

I think Hero kind of wishes they could act out that classic sickfic scene where they get to stay in bed all day and someone brings them soup and takes good care of them. Well, it’ll never happen with that nervous attitude, so until they get the balls to ask someone they’ll have to suck it up and take care of themselves. So, so tired the entire time. Poor meow meow

Alternatively, Hero’s a doting caretaker, if not physically distant. Doesn’t want to catch anything… but rest assured, they’re at their charge’s beck and call- they’ll bring food, medicine, heating pads, blankets, the crown of Russia, Russia, and more!

Cold can’t tell until something really noticeable happens, and even then it can be a while before he figures out he’s sick. Oh, his nose is running? It has been getting cold recently, no pun intended. He collapsed? Has to determine whether it was lack of sleep or if he got stabbed recently and that was blood loss; illness just doesn’t immediately come to mind. Might get a little loopy and out of it while recovering. Appreciates the lack of taste if forced to eat

Cold’s really good at treating sick folks, but taking care of them can be 50/50 depending on who it is. If he actually gives a shit he mostly curls up in a chair nearby and chills- again, pun not intended- until they need something. He might even offer the briefest of cuddles, which depending on his charge’s strength might end up lasting a lot longer than he planned

Cheated gets sick a lot- he doesn’t get much sleep so his body doesn’t have a lot of energy to fight it off. It’s total chaos if he gets a fever. Complains soooo much. But he gets very warmly happy if someone throws in the towel to take care of him. Wants to snuggle a lot

He refuses to take care of most of the others. Fuck them! But he’s probably going to get roped into it one way or another, knowing his luck. The only people he’d actually agree to care for is Opportunist and Contrarian since they live together. I’ve always imagined those three as a package deal anyway

Speaking of Opportunist- ey’re used to a little bit of body ache, so ey’re able to power through the less severe colds and such, just take it a little easier than usual, wear a mask to work, you know. It gets trickier when severe sickness aligns with a bad back day, ey don’t enjoy feeling like that while barely being able to move around. Ey’re honored if anyone decides to help, honestly…

Opportunist is a believer in laughter being the best medicine. He likes to talk and talk about all sorts of things just to take his charge’s mind off their symptoms. He also likes to hear himself talk, so it’s a bonus, really!

Contrarian… surprisingly barely ever gets sick. Or, at least, they don’t let on most of the times they do. Maybe they get a little quieter, but it’s surprisingly easy to melt into the crowd for them. It’s probably easier to not expect or ask for anything anyway

But on the contrary, pun intended this time, Contrarian loves to help out and take care of sick folks. God knows he’s not helpful at all with treating the sickness- which makes me think he’d be a good duo with Cold- but he’ll certainly entertain and keep company. “Oh, but you’ll catch something-“ he definitely will, but it’s worth it!

Paranoid is fascinated by disease. Would probably get sick and immediately think “how can I turn this into a zombie-making virus?” Jots down every single sniffle in her journal. Studies the microorganisms that caused it. Just really weird and iconically herself about it. The few times she does sleep, her dreams will be even weirder than usual. I think her obsession with recording the darn thing is overriding the symptoms

It’s much the same with when someone else is sick- pencil to paper, on a scale of one to ten how bad do you feel, describe your symptoms, can I get a swab for totally normal not nefarious reasons. Makes sure to wash her hands after existing in the same room as anyone who’s sick

Broken genuinely doesn’t think it’ll make it. Sure, it’s a really light flu, but it just won’t survive. Most illnesses are similar to a bad pain day regardless of how bad they’d normally be, but the good thing about the whole ordeal is snuggles and attention… Even if it’s out like a light most of the time. Might get weird and horny about it

Broken gets really worried about the others when they’re sick, and usually sticks them in bed if he can even move them there. Perches at the foot of the bed and watches closely. A little creepy, but he means well. So so so worried

Hunted’s surprisingly clean, so it’s hard for it to get too sick. Very pragmatic approach to dealing with it, which includes keeping everything clean during times when it feels better and resting when it feels worse. Doesn’t enjoy it for a second, especially when it clogs its ears and nose, but it’ll survive

Goes a little haywire when someone else is sick. You’ve never bore witness to the kind of strength it can muster to get someone in its nest. Protective as all get out, preens and tries to spoon feed. Will only allow people it trusts with its life- and maybe not even that depending on how feral it is- near the nest

Stubborn isn’t one to get sick often, and even then through the sheer power of, I dunno, muscles or something, he can fight it off pretty well. Just lay off the baking for a bit so he doesn’t accidentally infect anyone… In the rarest cases where he just can’t keep going as usual, he becomes surprisingly tame. Too tired to get all worked up. Sleepy little guy…

They can also be surprisingly helpful, especially with calming down a much stronger personality (cough. Hunted) who’s also trying to take care of someone sick. Makes the meanest fucking soup you’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting. And I say this with Broken definitely in mind, but they get a little affectionate about it. Just a smidge. Not because they care about this person, no! Don’t be ridiculous

Smitten probably gets sick all the time from his flower allergies, but he can’t bring himself to stop gardening. That’s why he got allergy medicine. If it’s not allergies he’s stumped on what to do. Might even get dramatic about it- write his will, eat some ice cream while watching his favorite rom com shows (he knows at least that sugar can help calm nausea), read Shakespeare, uh… I don’t know what else he’d do but it’d be dramatic!

Smitten’s a total sweetheart when taking care of someone else. Breakfast in bed, reads to them (dyslexic, does silly voices), treats them like total royalty. The drawback? Literally never takes care of anyone on a whim. Has to be planned, premeditated. Draws up a schedule of the whole thing

Skeptic likes to take sick days slow. Sit in the butterfly garden. Unless it’s winter. Then he’ll just stay in bed the whole day. Probably hibernates through the illness and wakes up crusty but healthy

He’ll certainly try his best to take care of someone else, but he’s not that great at it. Good at reassuring them about their anxieties though. Gives them a little too much medicine

I have a feeling Meek might be immune to disease. Otherwise she’d fucking die. Sneezes so loudly it’s like a bomb went off

She’s also not great about helping someone through their sickness, but she’ll scoot into their lap and offer them to pet her. The others suspect she might even like being pet… she will vehemently deny it though

Flinching is very shaky when she’s sick. Terrible grip strength. She’ll realize something’s off when she accidentally drops her favorite mug and now has to sadly stare at it on the ground before Doubting picks it up and puts it back together (he made a mug that’s easy to repair specifically for this reason)

Very gentle with sick people, almost as though she’s afraid to break them. Wonderful bedside manner. If she wasn’t so squeamish she would’ve tried becoming a nurse, but alas, just a librarian for now…

Doubting’s vision is usually bleary, but eventually he’ll figure out something’s wrong when he puts his glasses on and he still can’t see well. He’s a good patient, though, and recovers quickly with the right conditions

A lot like Flinching, he’s also good about taking care of others. May or may not be developing experimental treatments for diseases though. Do not touch those beakers

Much like a huge disoriented beast, Obsessed doesn’t do well with sickness. It messes with them badly. Not as clean as Hunted about it but definitely not to be trifled with still. Think like a rabid animal, how they can lose their fear of certain things and just… stare

They don’t live near anyone, so there’s nobody to take care of when sick

#slay the princess #slay the princess headcanons #Demo voices as a bonus! #I’m sensing sickness is a recent trend #Probably because it’s flu season

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Beat me up (hero, beat hero up, not me, actually that could be hot, we could make that hot, wait I’m totally onto something—)

The hero would’ve never imagined to be tortured by their superior. Especially, not in this cruel way.

“You know,” they said as they sauntered around the hero’s chair lazily, “that in my 23 years of doing this, there has always been clean results when I interrogated criminals? Not once have I ever gotten an unsatisfactory answer. I always hear what I want to hear, how is that?”

The hero stared at them.

“You kill those who won’t speak,” the hero whispered. “Label them as injured and dying in imprisonment on the protocols.”

It was a guess. A fucking great guess. They’d seen the weird figures.

The superhero’s face fell at an instant and their gaze went from cruelly amused to deadly annoyed.

“It was a rhetorical question, puppy,” they said. Something in their voice was a warning but the hero didn’t heed it. In the face of ignorance, in the face of injustice, the hero wouldn’t look away. That was not who they were.

Even if it meant death, the hero would fight. They would fight until their last breath. Evidence could save lives. 

There was only one problem. The superhero could control water.

“But aren’t you a brave puppy?” the superhero asked. “Risking everything to steal my flash drive?”

“I didn’t—”

“Don’t deny it,” the superhero warned. “I know about your little romance. Your cute bravado won’t save you nor your lover, though.”

“They’re innocent,” the hero hissed.

“I don’t care. They’re a criminal.”

The hero squeezed their eyes shut. Calming down would’ve been the best decision their body could make right now. However, their mind wandered towards the glass of water on the desk. It was disgusting that the superhero was able to torture their victims in their own office.

They didn’t need a creepy dungeon. It was monstrous enough to be surrounded by the superhero’s belongings anyway.

“Tell me, sweetheart, can puppies breathe underwater?” The superhero’s voice was like nails scratching on a blackboard. Not in a literal sense. But the hero’s body reacted with the same horror.

“No, they can’t.”

The superhero smiled from ear to ear.

“No, they can’t,” they repeated.

Everything happened so fast, the hero didn’t even recall gasping when the water hit their face. They’d expected a small amount — that would’ve been enough to drown them anyway, the superhero could’ve shoved it into their lungs — but it was enough to cover their whole face and press against them.

It was horrible, the hero couldn’t breathe or better, they refused to. They felt more helpless than ever in their life. Being tied to the chair. Being drowned while their whole body was dry. The hero panicked. They wanted to do something. Shout. Cry. Beg. 

They knew that would steal energy, though. 

A small part of their mind debated if they should just give up and give them the flash drive. But that was a desperate and weak part the hero couldn’t allow themselves to have. They’d die to ensure the villain’s safety and their innocence.

“This could be over in a few seconds, sweetheart,” the superhero purred. “If you tell me where the flash drive is.”

The hero shook their head. At first they thought it could go on like this for a good while. The hero was an excellent swimmer, a great diver even. Maybe they would somehow outlast the superhero’s patience.

But then the lack of oxygen got to them. Their head started to hurt as if someone was punching it over and over and over again. The pressure of the water felt as if the superhero was going to squeeze out their brain. 

Then their throat hurt and they simply couldn’t do this anymore. They breathed in.

Not air but water.

The sting of its coldness hit their teeth, bare and raw and painful. As the water hit the back of their throat, the hero’s brain almost conjured a blackout. 

Suddenly the rest of the water disappeared, except for that bit in their lungs. The hero wheezed and coughed as pain exploded in their chest. The first breath had more water than air in it. The second was better. The third was pure air again. Immediately, the hero vomited on their shoes as theirs ears burnt into their head. 

Everything hurt. The hero’s eyes began to water and their throat etched even more. It was the single worst feeling they’d ever experienced in their life. Their lungs felt like as if they were on fire. They were exhausted, angry but above all terrified. 

“You know, I could just take a little bit of water and play with it in your lungs,” the superhero suggested. “That is…if you’re unwilling to cooperate.”

Each breath hurt like a terrible cough but the hero managed to look up, despite their pain. 

“Fuck you.” The hero spat on the superhero’s shoes. 

“Fine. As you wish.”

It happened three more times until the villain came to rescue them.

For the rest of their life, the hero would have nightmares about it. They never really got over their fear of water. 

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