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[Image description: Eight pages from the comic Mighty Nein Origins: Caduceus Clay. The first six pages feature a young Caduceus and his mother, Constance, while the last two pages show an older Caduceus, as well as his father, Cornelius, and sister, Clarabelle.

Page 1: A wide shot of the Blooming Grove, with a beautiful stone and wood temple sat at the center of a verdant cemetery. From afar, Constance calls outs "Caduceus!"

Page 2: Constance is stood behind her son, with his head only partially in frame. The first panel shows her saying, "There you are, didn't you hear me calling?" In the second panel, she is leaning down to her son, a concerned look on her face as she says "Oh."

Page 3: A smaller panel shows Caduceus cupping a dead bird in his hands, holding it tenderly. The wider panel then shows his mother sitting down beside him, the pair sat next to a head stone. He leans his head into her shoulder as she asks, "Would you like some help?" The pair then proceed ro bury the bird.

Page 4: Constance and Caduceus are kneeling in the dirt, over the bird's burial spot. Constance asks, "Ready?, with Caduceus responding "Mh-hmm." The pair touch the ground where the bird was buried, and soon a bright orange flower magically blooms from the spot, causing Caduceus to startle.

Page 5: Constance sits beside her son, her hand gentle touching his face as she says, "Death and decay are a part of a circle, a wheel turning without a beginning or end. Death is how we nurture life, Caduceus." He looks down at the flower as he asks, "Then how comes it hurts?" Caduceus lays down in his mother's arms as she explains, "Because you loved them." A smaller panel shows a closer shot of their faces as she asks, "Do you regret that love?"

Page 6: A small panel shows a closeup shot of Caduceus, looking sad as he replies "No." Another wide shot of the Grove is shown, with the pair sat at the center, Constance continuing, "Part of love is knowing they will go, and cherishing them with your whole heart in the face of that hurt." Another small panel shows a closeup of the newly bloomed flower, with some of its loose petal blowing into the wind.

Page 7: An interior shot, a number of years in the future, showing an adult Caduceus asleep in his flower filled bedroom. He wakes upon hearing the voices of his father and sister, who are in another room, getting up to go investigate. His sister says "I just don't think it's fair that --", Cornelius interjects, "Clarabelle, please keep your voice down."

Page 8: Caduceus comes down the stairs tiredly rubbing his eyes while his father and sister continue to argue. Clarabelle says, "I will not until you--", cutting herself off as she sees her brother appear. Cornelius moves to ready some gear as Caduceus asks "You're leaving?" He responds "The corruption isn't going away on its own. Maybe... maybe your mother found something out there. I'll find her and your aunt, and find a cure." Clarabelle steps forward, declaring "It should be my turn! I'm old enough and faster than you, anyway!" To which Cornelius responds, as he begins to depart, "Clarabelle Clay, mind yourself. Stay home with your brother." End description.]

Sneak preview of Caduceus's origin comic from Polygon!

Generations of the Clay family have tended to the careful rituals in the Blooming Grove. But when corruption begins to creep in on their sacred space, the Clays depart one by one to seek answers. Soon young Caduceus and Clarabelle are the only ones left, and when a dangerous burial quest falls to Caduceus, he must leave the Grove to do the family’s work.

#Death #Animal Death #Grief #Ask To Tag #Critical Role #CR #Mighty Nein Origins #Caduceus Clay #Clay Family #Constance Clay #Clarabelle Clay #Cornelius Clay #ahhhhhhhhhh #my boyyyyyy #Im so fucking excited for this #and its so pretty 🥺#the blooming grove is so good!!!#i cant wait to see it in full

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fallatyourfeet · 3 days

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No Negotiations (Thomas Shelby x Reader - One shot)

Summary: Tommy thought he had been very careful keeping his relationship with YN a secret, but no, his number one enemy had discovered you. And these things rarely playout well in the world of the Peaky Blinders.

Word count: 1807

Warnings: Quite a few F bombs and quite a bit of angst. Maybe it ends well, maybe it doesn't.

A/N: This fic was a request and it's been a long time coming. I'm so happy to finally post something again.

Gif: I don't know who this Gif belongs too, but I'd love to give credit to the creator if anyone knows.

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It was a particularly complicated time in Tommy’s life. There were a lot of different things going down. Dangerous things. And it most definitely was not a great time to be dating anyone. But YN wasn’t just ‘anyone’. To Tommy, she had very quickly and very unexpectantly, become everything. For the past year, it was YN that kept him sane during the whole fracture between his family. And with Luca Changretta still plotting his revenge against every single member of the Shelby clan, he thanked God that he had kept her completely separated from his family and business life. She was his escape. With her, his existence was simpler, uncomplicated. Cherished. Every secret second he stole by her side recharged him, settled him in ways he could never have imagined. Every night spent warming her bed gave him hours of blissful dreamless sleep. So, when he looked up from the ringside during the Goliath vs Bonnie Gold match to see her seat empty, he found himself unable to breathe.

Tommy started the night in good spirits, just happy knowing YN was there. Even if she was sitting anonymously across the opposite side of the hall, finding his thoughts already caught amongst the quiet moments he would steal away with her at the end of the night. When Arthur grew concerned of the men in Goliath’s corner, he urged him not to worry, to calm down and enjoy the match. And even when one of the men disappeared from ringside and Arthur felt the need to investigate, Tommy thought it was his older brother’s paranoia taking hold. But when Arthur didn’t return before the second man in Goliath’s corner slipped into the crowd, Tommy instantly found his stomach in knots, his eyes gravitating to YN’s seat.

It was empty.

Maybe he was overreacting. Maybe she had slipped away to the ladies. Or maybe she found herself completely disinterested in boxing and left to wait for him at their hotel room. Or maybe the growing knot in his stomach told him something much more unthinkable was taking place. Jumping from his seat, Tommy wasted no more time, easily slipping through the crowd, following the same path as Arthur.

It was unnervingly quiet walking down the passage and into the back rooms of the venue, Tommy barely registering the excitement of the crowd as it faded into the background. Only interested in the silence around him. But it was too much. Bellowing out both YN and Arthur’s name, his voice echoed and bounced off the tiled walls around him, his call answered by a gun shot. Tommy’s blood ran cold. The deafening sound vibrated through every cell in his body as if it had pierced his very flesh and Tommy couldn’t escape the hollow feeling that YN was somehow tangled in the mess.

Tommy moved desperately in and out of doorways in the direction of the gunshot, finding nothing. Until he turned the corner into a dimly lit room. But there was no mistaking what he saw, and he knew the scene before him would be forever burnt to his memory, causing him instantaneous regret. Arthur hunched over, visibly shaken as he clutched at his blood-stained neck, working hard to regain his breath. But he was alive. And beside him lay one of the men from Goliath’s corner, in a pool of his own blood, his face half blown away. But it was YN. Standing in that very same room, a room she was never supposed to be in, that had the regret burning like fire in his throat. Backed up against the cold tiled wall her whole body was trembling, arms outstretched as her hands clamped around Arthur’s pistol; knuckles white.

Tommy stepped into the room, startling her. Terrified, her trembling body swung around to face him, waving Arthur’s pistol unsteadily in his direction. All her features were overcome with fear, drained and washed out, his regret now burning bitter in his mouth. Moving towards her, he outstretched his hands, recognition dawning across her face. And when he whispered her name, she fell apart.

Simultaneously, the pistol slipped from her fingers, as her body slid down the wall, Tommy reaching her before she hit the floor, cradling her head, whispering against her ear, “It’s okay… you’re okay. I’ve got you.” Shaking his head, he found it hard to keep control of his voice, guilt ripping through his words, “I’m sorry… I’m so fucking sorry… I didn’t want this for you… I…” Tommy felt sick seeing her this way. Because of him, she had taken a man’s life, she didn’t deserve that kind of burden and there was nothing he could do to take it back.

“Tommy.” Arthur’s hoarse voice broke through his stupor. Looking across to his brother, he was no longer hunched over, but was instead standing before him, a steady stream of blood running from a gash to his neck. Speaking again, he gestured to the body on the floor, his words rough and strained, “I don’t know who the hell she is, Tommy, but he was tryin’ to drag her out the fuckin’ door.” Running blood-stained hands through his hair, he rubbed the back of his head, “I ripped her from his grip, but he fuckin’ got me Tommy, he had me… I’d be dead. She saved my fuckin’ arse.”

Tommy shuddered, not even allowing himself to think about what might have happened if Arthur didn’t reach her in time, all while he was too busy ignoring his brother’s concerns. Sudden gratitude spilled from his mouth, “Thank you, Arthur. You were right… I didn’t listen, but you were fucking right.”

Arthur crouched down, and whispered as if there were people in the room who could listen, “Who is she Tommy, and what does Changretta want with her?”

Surely the fact that he was on the ground cradling YN was explanation enough, but Tommy answered anyway, “She’s my girlfriend… I love her… that’s the all reason he needs.” And it was those words as they left his lips, that brought about an instant and upsetting decision.

Luca Changretta was no longer a threat. He had been dealt with in the most final way. Until the moment Arthur unloaded a bullet into his head, Changretta thought both Arthur and YN were dead, leaving Tommy’s exit plan for the mafia boss sailing through without a hitch. But there was still one thing left for Tommy to do. Something that tore at his insides, just thinking about it. But there was no other choice.

It was necessary.

Staring at YN’s front door, he took a deep breath, unable to put it off any longer. Lifting the iron knocker, he tapped it against the timber and cleared his throat, waiting for the sound of her footsteps and yet, hoping not to hear them. Never had he waited at her door with such trepidation, any stress or worries usually melted away the moment his eyes caught sight of her house. Always far too confident that he’d never been seen. God, he had been so fucking stupid.

YN opened the door with one of her breathtaking smiles, she was not going to make this easy. Fuck, he was going to miss those smiles. Burning the image to memory, he went to speak, but she leaned forward and planted a kiss to his lips, her sweet voice announcing, “Thomas Shelby… you’re late, you’re never late.” Tommy inhaled deeply, knowing that soon enough he wouldn’t be able to recall the sound of her voice, when what he really wanted was to wake up to it every single morning.

Internally nodding, Tommy realised she was right, he had been putting this meeting off all afternoon, and when she stepped aside to let him come in, he found his feet cemented to her doorstep, his voice lost upon his lips. Seeing his hesitation, her features suddenly clouded with apprehension and concern. And it tore him to shreds. “What’s wrong, Tommy? What happened?” Grabbing his hand, she pulled him inside, sitting them both down in the parlour, “Tell me, what’s going on?”

Tommy didn’t want to be inside her house, he wanted to drop the news and leave, but she deserved more, so much more. Chewing on his lip, he inhaled deeply and cleared his throat, working hard to keep his voice convincing, “YN… I… I can’t be with you anymore.” YN jumped from the seat as if he’d slapped her. Tommy’s eyes shifted to the floor, concentrating on a scratch in the timber beside his foot, “It’s not safe anymore… people know who you are now… I… I’d never survive if something happened to you... I’d never forgive myself.”

“Tommy!” A few seconds of silence followed before she called his name again, “Tommy… you need to look at me!” This was not a good idea, no good could come from seeing her face, but how could he deny her? After everything she had given him over the past year. All those stolen moments and blissful memories… memories that would keep him functioning during all the lonely nights that would follow without her.

Lifting his head, he kept his gaze unfocused, worried her expression might destroy his resolve. Not that it mattered, her words and tone conveyed everything. She was furious. But she didn’t raise her voice once. “No… No Tommy.” Her comment snapped his eyes into focus and the determination he saw; on her face; in her posture, it took him by surprise.

Shifting in his seat, he couldn’t think, couldn’t stop the internal wall of his will from crumbling, with every word she spoke. “I won’t let you do this. I could die crossing the road today. I could get sick tomorrow and die next week. I could die giving birth or fall asleep and never wake up.” Drawing a breath, she shook her head, it was barely noticeable, “People die every day, Tommy, there’s nothing we can do about it, but I’m not going to let you give me up.”

Knealing down, her hands enveloped his face, demanding his attention, “I’m not going to miss out on a life with you, how ever long or short that may be… Do you not think I’m terrified of losing you too?”

Tommy shook his head, but his wall of resolve was gone, and he knew the words he spoke were no more than white noise, “My life… it’s dangerous… Just being with me is-”

Losing patience, she cut his white noise short with unyielding hands, refusing to let him look away. Her eyes were fierce. And her decision was final. There would be no negotiations. “Just shut up Tommy, stop talking. I love you. And I know you love me…. I’m not stupid, I know the risk I’m taking. But for you, I’m willing to take it.”

#thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby imagine #tommy shelby fan fic #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinders x reader

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vikkirosko · 3 days

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Hello! I love your blog and I wanted to give you a cute idea!

What about the Charlie, Vaggie, Angel dust, Alastor and Lucifer with a reader that is a Red panda demon? Like they are super cute and fluffy and trow their hands in the hair when they are surprised/scared like red pandas do, but to people they look like they are asking for a hug.

Headcanons Red panda demon

🌈 Charlie Morningstar x Reader 🎶

There were a lot of different demons in Hell, but you were probably the sweetest one Charlie had ever met. You were a red panda demon. You had soft, fluffy fur and Charlie really liked hugging you. You didn't mind treating her with the same warmth as she treated you. She often hugged you and said it felt like they were hugging a cloud. Her words often made you laugh, and Charlie herself smiled softly at your smile

The Princess noticed that you had a slightly unusual reaction to situations that caused you surprise or fear. You raised your hands. From the outside, it looked like you wanted to be hugged and at first that's how she perceived it, until you told her that it was something close to a conditioned reflex. You raised your hands to make yourself look bigger and scare the enemy, even though you realized that from the outside it did not look threatening at all

Charlie didn't want to embarrass you, so she tried not to hug you every time. You saw it and understood that she was feeling awkward, so you hugged her yourself, smiling gently and saying that you didn't mind hugging her at all

She was glad that you were able to get rid of the awkwardness between you. Charlie loved being around you, she loved hugging you and getting to know you better. She hoped that you would continue to understand each other better and better

❌ Vaggie x Reader 🎀

Vaggie tried not to judge others by their appearance. She knew that there were those in Hell who looked scary, but weren't really that scary, and those who looked beautiful could turn out to be a brutal killer. That's why she expected a trick from you. You were a red panda demon and you didn't look dangerous on the outside. On the contrary, you looked cute. It took her a while to start trusting you, but she was able to trust you and didn't regret it

You had a very soft coat and you were basically fluffy. Vaggie liked it when she touched your hands. Several times she hugged you and felt your soft fur with her hands. It was really nice. But sometimes you've been acting a little weird. The reason for this was that every time you were surprised or scared, you raised your hands

From the outside, it might seem that you were asking for hugs, which often baffled others, but you explained to Vaggie that you were trying to seem bigger and more dangerous in this way. You knew how it looked from the outside, but you couldn't control it

Vaggie knew you wouldn't hurt others. You were kind, attentive and caring, and when she hugged you, she felt like all the problems were gone and she could finally relax and relax. You gave her the peace she needed so badly

🕷 Angel Dust x Reader 💖

From the first day you met, Angel thought you were very cute. You were a red panda demon and you looked like a big plush toy. He was watching you with a smile and curiosity. You didn't understand the reason for this and you were worried about his attention. At some point, he saw you raise your arms as if asking for a hug. Angel smiled and hugged you, which made you freeze, as if not expecting it

A little later, you explained to him that you didn't ask for a hug. Every time you felt fear or surprise, you raised your hands to appear bigger and scarier. Your explanation made him laugh, but he smiled when you told him that you wouldn't mind just hugging again

Angel started hugging you a lot. He snuggled up to you, relaxing from the feel of your fluffy fur. You helped him rest even after a very bad day. You didn't ask any questions, realizing that Angel might just not want to talk right now. You were just there for him, even when he was falling asleep, relaxing next to you

Sometimes Angel was interested to find out how it happened that you ended up in Hell. Maybe he relied too much on your appearance, but you didn't look like someone who did bad things. Perhaps he will ask you about it later, but for now he was just glad to have someone in his life who could give him peace even when the whole world seemed to be collapsing

📻 Alastor x Reader 🎙

Alastor was watching everyone who lived in the hotel, including you. You were a friendly red panda demon who helped out at the hotel. You had a soft and fluffy coat that the others liked so much, while Alastor treated it as something funny, but not something worth checking out. He didn't like it when his personal space was violated, and because you respected his personal boundaries, you had a great relationship

Several times he saw you raise your hands as if asking for a hug. Charlie, Angel and Sir Pentious hugged you every time, while Alastor, looking at your surprised expression, laughed. They were sure that you wanted to be hugged

In fact, this was not the case. Every time you did that, you were either scared or very surprised. By raising your arms, it was as if you were trying to protect yourself, you wanted to appear taller and bigger. Alastor knew this, but it still seemed funny to him to watch what was happening

Alastor liked watching you feel awkward. You didn't push the others away, and he knew that if he hugged you, you wouldn't push him away. He thought you were funny and he was curious to know how long it would take for others to understand the real reason why you were raising your hands

🍎 Lucifer Morningstar x Reader 🐍

Lucifer met all kinds of sinners. You were one of the nicest people he met, and his daughter supported him in that. You were a red panda demon and you lived in a hotel with the others. For you, life at the hotel was quiet and peaceful, but when you first met, you behaved unusually. You raised your arms as if asking for a hug, which made Lucifer feel awkward. Only later did he find out that what you were doing had a completely different meaning

Every time you were surprised or scared, you raised your hands. You explained this to Lucifer later, when he started staying at the hotel and you were able to have a normal conversation. You tried to defend yourself in this way, trying to scare possible enemies. You didn't treat Lucifer badly, on the contrary, you were glad to meet him and hoped that you could get along

You were always happy to support your loved ones, including Lucifer. When he was in a bad mood, you were there and just hugged him. You had soft and fluffy fur, the feeling of which gave you a sense of peace. You understood that there were a lot of things that bothered him, so you tried to help him as much as you could

Lucifer was glad that you were his daughter's friend. He knew he could trust you. He was glad that there was someone with whom he could share what was bothering him

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel headcanons #Charlie Morningstar #Charlie Morningstar x Reader #Vaggie #Vaggie x Reader #Angel Dust #Angel Dust x Reader #Alastor #Alastor x Reader #Lucifer Morningstar #Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

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chandralia · 7 hours

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Toga saying she loves both boys and girls explicitly, that she loves differently, was ridiculed/abused for FOR loving differently, saying she wanted to be like people around her instead. Twice suggesting her villain name be Carmilla? (THE FIRST LESBIAN VAMPIRE)

Ochako calling herself strange for wanting to save Toga, reaching out and leveling, speaking in a way only Toga can understand, telling her she’s the cutest girl in the whole world, and offering to give Toga her blood for the rest of her life??

Deku saying “I’ve spent my life chasing after you,”“you’re my image of victory,” that he “can’t imagine a world in which kacchan doesn’t exist,” “kacchan and everyone else” over and over again, LOSING HIS MIND WHEN ONLY KATSUKI’S INJURED, being told to control his heart three times (COUNT THEM: THREE) over Katsuki?? Kudou having to use Katsuki to motivate Deku? “their feelings become one” just from locking eyes…???? Deku’s world shifting when Katsuki’s alive again, looking at him in awe (the way he’s only ever looked at him).

Katsuki risking his life for Deku repeatedly, thinking of only him before death, having to imagine Deku in danger to further his quirk, being targeted because he’s the closest to Deku (VERBALLY STATED BY SHIGAFO), avoiding medical care at every turn to get to Deku, always reminiscing about their past, A MISSED HANDHOLD, imagining their future together and breaking down crying in front of Deku at the possibility of that being ripped from him, saying he wanted them to keep doing this forever?

“that’s just how shonen is, everyone’s gay but no one’s canon” SHUT UP PLEASE. we quite literally do not know what Hori is or isn’t allowed to do. He’s been vocal about fighting for what he wants in his story, and even if it is an executive or editor saying “no you can’t do this” look what he’s managed to do so far.

not to mention THREE canon trans characters, toga correcting overhaul at misgendering. kendo saying “I just want to be me” when talking about gender, the entire side plot with discrimination and people fighting for acceptance, Hori reading and approving all the stuff that happens in the light novels/team up missions, AND thanking/praising those authors for knowing his characters so well.

His assistant (nstime23) openly shipping bkdk, drawing fanart of them, blatantly using their ship name, WHILE STILL BEING MUTUALS WITH HORI.

and the reception???

Hori does not live under a rock. It’s not an “oopsie he made it gay on accident” thing, and it’s not done maliciously either.

sharing what I’ve said before because I’m tired:

#I haven’t ranted like this in a while but YEAH #queer-coding is NOT queerbaiting.#a lot of these aren’t even coding they just ARE queer lol #bkdk #dkbk #bakudeku #dekubaku #:’)#ktdk #togachako

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bokettochild · 1 day

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thoughts on Fable LU

I know most creators in the LU circle like to make Fable be a nice, gentle person in contrast to Legend- the sweet to his sour if you will, but you know what?

I want Fable to be the most ice queen level sort of screwed up that, when the chain find out Legend has a sister, they THINK she's the sweet one- only to meet her and realize that Legend is the nice one in the family.

I want a Fable that lost her mom and dad because Ganon's servants were hunting her family down for ages, killing off every Hylian Knight as they sought out the hero, hoping to eliminate him before Ganon emerged. I want a Fable that knows her father was betrayed by his best friend and cast into the dark world. I want a Fable that's watched the king make dubious decisions for years and has come to accept them as normalcy. I want a Fable who doesn't hesitate to kill for the good of her kingdom. I want a Fable that's well aware of how dark the world is and grew up with that knowledge.

I want a Fable who has watched her brother tear himself apart for the world they protect, who's seen him go from innocent child to grief-ridden young man; full of guilt and still desperately wanting to save everyone. A princess who contrasts her hero, but not in a way that makes him look cruel, but highlights the humanity of the saltiest hero.

A princess who is cold to outsiders, in contrast to how Legend befriends other kingdoms with ease. A princess who will kill, where her hero shows mercy. A princess who makes the tough decisions, because she won't force others to do so for her. A princess who is dangerous and cold, someone who makes even the heroes doubt which side she stands on.

I want a Princess Fable Hyrule who has set her sights on being strong- not because she wants to be 'great' or because she wants power, or even to go down in history. Not even for Hyrule. (She never got to see Hyrule or know it's people, it makes no sense that she'd love them with anything like someone who actually knows anything about them personally, not like her brother). No, she wants to be powerful for one reason: so her brother can stop forcing himself to be strong.

She called this little boy to help her and watched him make his first kill and sent him on a mission that slowly tore him apart and reforged him into a hero. Like her predecessor, she blames herself for stealing his childhood, except Legend is her brother, and she has no way to give back what he lost. So, instead, she tries to create a place where he no longer has to remain what he became, and maybe can go back to being what he was before; carefree, content, and happy. (He won't, but she wants him to have that option anyway).

She's a wildfire to the court, to her enemies she's a storm, but she's a warm, gentle thing with her baby brother.

She's the scary Zelda to me. I think all of them should be affected by their worlds and experiences, but I feel like she, of all of the princesses, has the best potential to be hardened. After all, she's been through most of the same hell as Legend, only unable to change it. She's been powerless long enough, I want her to be just a bit power hungry in the wake of it.

I want Fable to be scary!

#lu fable #linked universe #linkeduniverse #ketto's brainfarts

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deepouterspacecandy · 3 days

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thoughts on Owen?

Oh boy. Okay.

So, I was JUST talking to my friend about this.

Let me start by acknowledging that Abby’s relationship with Owen is a controversial topic, and I want to emphasize that my perspective is based on my personal experiences and how they influenced my perception of the game’s characters.

If you feel differently than I do about him, that’s totally cool and I respect that.

In my opinion, Owen is undeniably selfish. It’s not just because he cheated on his pregnant partner either, which—gross. How horrific is that in and of itself?

We’re all queer here, right? We love our women, and we want them to feel safe and adored, yes? Can we all agree that betraying a partner in this way is beyond unacceptable?

Let’s analyze the other minor moments that said a lot about Owen as a person. These are just a few. I could go on about this forever.

Tragedy struck Abby mercilessly, tearing away her father, her family, her home, and everything she had cherished, leaving her traumatized. There’s no way she wasn’t. Now, I’m not saying that everyone else wasn’t grappling with their own sense of loss, because they were.

But hear me out.

During Abby's most difficult moments of trauma and grief, Owen abandons her. This is after—despite her paralyzing fear of heights—she climbed the Ferris wheel for him. And after, when he didn't emerge from the water, she jumped off without a second thought to come to his rescue.

He must know that her training program provides more than just the means to become a deadly weapon, offering her solace as she copes with trauma, and for someone dealing with such pain, having a routine is crucial. Building new connections and discovering a newfound family creates a sense of belonging and happiness. The gym has become a source of structure and security for her, as shown by her excitement in sharing her latest bench press PR with him.

Yet, he persistently pressures her for more attention, with no advantage to Abby. Then, when she says she wants to go back to the FOB to train for the millionth time, he lets her leave the aquarium on foot, completely alone, which we all know is inherently dangerous in this universe. So, fuck him for that.

You walk your girl home, period.

Owen proceeds to date Abby’s friend Mel, a girl who allegedly spent more time with Abby’s father than Abby herself. Can we address how painful that would be? Give me a break. While still harbouring feelings for Abby, Owen ends up getting Mel pregnant.

He fails to be there for the mother of his child in her time of need, and he sure as shit isn’t there for Abby.

Then, to everyone's surprise (read: nobody’s surprise whatsoever), we discover Owen had been secretly planning to repair his boat and sail away, leaving everyone, including Abby, behind. Remember, it's Abby who defied orders and ventured out into the city to find him, risking everything. Imagine she had arrived at the aquarium only to find the place deserted, and his boat gone with no explanation.

Do not get me started on the sex scene. That interaction lacked any trace of love, consent, or vulnerability. You know what Abby doesn’t need after a treacherous journey, including being tortured and hanged? A penis shoved into her DRY from behind. Scenes like these make me so grateful I’m a lesbian, seriously.

I believe the writers could have found a more effective way to capture an emotional moment between these two characters.

What man has rough sex with their ex, without consent, when they are clearly operating in fight-or-flight mode? A person I wouldn’t want my daughter romantically involved with, that’s for sure.

Abby says it best: “I fucking knew I couldn’t count on you.”

She was right, from the very beginning. That statement didn’t come out of nowhere.

Is love complicated sometimes? Sure. But was this dynamic tainted with some level of toxicity? Definitely.

Owen's self-centered nature overshadowed any empathy I could have had for his character where Abby was concerned.

The unjust assignment of blame put solely on Abby for the demise of this relationship is wild.

#abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson #tlou part 2 #abby x reader #abby x fem!reader #abby x you #tlou abby #masc lesbian

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buckys-little-belle · 1 day

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Hi! This is my first time requesting so I’m really nervous and I’m sorry if my request sucks! I was just wondering if you could do another plus sized little reader but this time with Bucky? And she’s really embarrassed about being at the park because she gets hurt and so does peter but he gets picked up and she’s worried she can’t be picked up and snuggled because she’s too big and she’s just sad but then Bucky comes in and picks her up and reassures her that she’s still little and that he’s strong and that he still thinks she’s a little? Maybe she’s pretending to not be a little because she’s big again like you did in the last story but Bucky knows better and gives her a sweet band aid? Sorry this is so long you don’t have to do it! Have a good day!!!!!!!!

It's okay, Baby.

Warnings - Talks of swing accident, talks of scrapes, band aids are used, as well as ointment, there's a talk of snacks at the end, and both Bucky and Y/n have a habit of sneaking around each others apartments.

Notes - It's been so long again since I've written something, but I hope you love this anon! Thank you for the request, and I promise you did a great job requesting!

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW

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The park at the compound was huge, it had tons of slides, climbing areas, and more. It was the coolest place Y/n had ever seen. As her friends played some imagination game, running around across the wooden plank bridge and sliding down the fireman's pole, she sat on the bench with the bunch of caregivers.

Y/n hadn't identified as either little or caregiver when she showed up to the compound a year ago. She had gotten rude comments and mean looks in the past when she told people she was a little. And she wasn't ready to see what those she lived with might have to say.

Everyone on the playground was small, pickupable, even if they were tall, and it made her feel like she didn't belong by the side of her smaller friends in a smaller headspace. "Y/n!" Peter yelled, hanging off of the rope swing waving her over. "Push me!" He giggled, swinging his legs as he tried to get some air.

Y/n smiled as she walked over, pushing down the bit of her that wanted to be pushed on a swing too. "How high?" She asked, giving peter a few pushes, only ever getting "Higher" as a response.

"Wait!" Y/n could hear someone say from the playground, she turned to check it out but before she could see who had yelled Peter and the tire swing swung back and knocked her on her feet.

Both her and peter were laid on the mulch, scrapes from the wood gracing their hands, tears trailing down both their cheeks. "I'm so sorry!" Peter cried, missing one shoe.

"It's my fault, I wasn't looking." Y/n tried to smile, tried to not slip into her little headspace as she often did when hurt. "I didn' mean to!" She sobbed, her pain bearable but her worry for peter making her chest squeeze.

Tony and MJ walked over to peter, Tony picking him up and MJ checking his ankle to make sure it wasn't hurt.

Y/n stayed seated, tears still dripping down her cheeks as she tried to will herself to stand up and walk away, but the aching in her chest as she watched Peter be worried over made her feel worse. "It's okay, Baby." Bucky said quietly, approaching her like she was an animal ready to run at the first sign of danger. "You got a couple of owies, huh?" Bucky squatted down, now level with Y/n.

"'M fine Buck." She tried her hardest to sound big, to sound put together.

"You're bleeding, Baby." Bucky helped her stand, brushing the mulch off of her before he looked over her hands. "Let's go get these cleaned up, hm?" He asked, waiting for Y/n to agree.

Y/n wasn't sure what was happening, or why Bucky was acting so sweet and kind to her. And she couldn't get his use of 'Owie' out of her head. But she felt hazy, not sure if she could stay big too much longer, her hands stinging more and more as the minutes passed.

The moment she nodded her head in agreement Bucky picked her up, one arm acting as a seat for her, Y/n's arms quickly wrapping around his neck. "Bucky!" She squealed as he walked them towards the compound. "'m too heavy, put me down!"

"I feel offended, Baby." Bucky chuckled, not out of breath or even slightly winded as he held her close. "I'm a super soldier, I can carry you no problem."

Y/n tried her best to think of a comeback, think of something to say to make him understand that her being picked up wasn't right. Yet the warmth his arms and body gave her, and the few forehead kisses he planted on her forehead as he walked made her disputes die the moment she thought of them.

"Okay." Bucky whispered, walking into his room then his bathroom, turning on the light before setting Y/n on the counter. "Let's get these hands patched up, okay?" Y/n nodded her head absentmindedly.

"T'anks." She said in a quiet voice, hands held out as Bucky cleaned her scrapes. "'m sorry for falling."

"Look at me, Baby." Bucky said, his hand resting under her chin. "You didn't do anything wrong, you just looked away for a second, it's okay, sometimes little's get distracted." He said calmly, quickly getting back to dabbing ointment on her hands.

"'m not a little!" Y/n said defensively.

"Y/n." Bucky looked her in the eyes. "Do you want a regular band aid? Or a princess one?" His words were said with a serious tone, and the look in his eyes made Y/n think he would definitely know if she lied.

"Princess Band aid." She pouted, hating that he saw through her. "Bu' maybe I jus' like princesses." She shrugged her shoulders.

"I know you like princesses, you have Princess blankets, and princess barbies, you also have a princess stuffie that you hide behind your bookshelf." Bucky said nonchalantly.

"How do you know all of 'dat?" She shook her head, looking at Bucky confused.

"I snoop when you go to the bathroom when we have movie nights in your room." He shrugged.

"Dat's creeping, Buck." Y/n giggled.

"Where do I hide my favorite gum?"

"The top shelf of the cupboard beside your fridge!" She cheered.

"Yes you creep, you know that because you sneak around when we have movie night here." He tickled her sides, making her giggle and forget all about her scraped hands.

"Okay, we can be creep buddies den." She held out her pinky.

"Creep buddies." He smiles, linking his pinky with hers, helping her off the counter, promising to turn on her favorite Princess movie if she had a snack. With the way Y/n giggled and smiled and seemed to come out of her shell, Bucky knew that he and Little Y/n would get along just fine.

#buckys little belle #anon #age regression #age regression fic #little!reader #bucky x reader #bucky x little!reader #bucky barnes x little!reader #bucky

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One-Shot: Risk and Reward

Summary:

During a dangerous mission, Y/N finds herself in over her head, but Azriel arrives just in time to save her, reinforcing their bond and teaching her the importance of trust and partnership.

Word Count: 978

Warnings: This story contains scenes of peril and physical confrontation, moments of intense fear, and themes of danger. Reader discretion is advised.

Velaris was unusually quiet that night, the streets empty and the sky dark with an impending storm. Y/N stood on the balcony of the House of Wind, staring out at the city below. The mission she had just returned from had been dangerous—more dangerous than she had anticipated. Her mind was still buzzing with adrenaline, but a sense of calm washed over her as the first raindrops began to fall.

She heard footsteps behind her and turned to see Azriel approaching, his expression a mix of concern and frustration. His shadows were restless, swirling around him like a dark storm of their own.

"Why do I feel like you enjoy getting yourself in danger?" Azriel asked, his voice low but edged with worry.

Y/N sighed, leaning against the railing. "I don’t enjoy it, Azriel. But sometimes, it’s necessary."

Azriel stopped a few steps away from her, his gaze intense. "You could have been killed tonight, Y/N. Do you understand that?"

She met his eyes, her own filled with defiance and a touch of guilt. "I know the risks, Azriel. I’m not reckless. I do what I have to do to get the job done."

He stepped closer, his frustration boiling over. "And what if the job gets you killed? What then? Have you ever thought about what that would do to me? To us?"

Y/N’s heart ached at the pain in his voice. She knew he cared deeply for her, but she hadn’t realized just how much her actions affected him. "Azriel, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you."

Azriel’s expression softened slightly, but his eyes were still filled with concern. "I worry because I care about you, Y/N. More than you know."

She took a step closer, her hand reaching out to touch his arm. "I care about you too, Azriel. But you have to trust me. I know what I’m doing."

He shook his head, his shadows wrapping around them both in a protective embrace. "It’s not about trust. It’s about the fact that I can’t lose you. I won’t lose you."

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat at the raw emotion in his voice. She had always known that their bond was strong, but hearing him say those words made her realize just how deep his feelings went. "Azriel..."

He took her hand in his, his grip firm but gentle. "Promise me you’ll be more careful. Promise me you’ll think about us before you throw yourself into danger."

Y/N nodded, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. "I promise, Azriel. I’ll be more careful."

Azriel’s eyes softened further, and he pulled her into a tight embrace. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with relief. "I just can’t bear the thought of losing you."

She held him close, the rain now falling steadily around them. "You won’t lose me, Azriel. I’m right here. And I’m not going anywhere."

Two days later, Y/N found herself in the heart of Velaris, on a mission that required stealth and precision. The target was a group of mercenaries who had been causing trouble in the city, and Y/N had been tasked with gathering information. Confident in her abilities, she had ventured out alone.

But things had gone wrong. The mercenaries were more organized than she had anticipated, and she quickly found herself cornered in a dark alley, her heart pounding in her chest. She fought valiantly, but the odds were against her. Just as she was about to be overwhelmed, she felt a familiar, cold dread settling over her.

"Not now," she whispered to herself, her hands shaking as she tried to hold her ground. "Not like this."

As the mercenaries closed in, a shadow darted through the alley, swift and silent. Azriel emerged from the darkness, his wings flaring out menacingly as his shadows enveloped the attackers. Within moments, the mercenaries were disarmed and subdued, their weapons clattering to the ground.

Azriel turned to Y/N, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and relief. "I told you to be careful," he said, his voice low and intense.

Y/N felt a wave of emotions crash over her—fear, relief, and frustration. "I thought I had it under control," she replied, her voice trembling. "I didn’t expect them to be so organized."

Azriel’s expression softened, and he stepped closer, his hands gently cupping her face. "You don’t have to do this alone, Y/N. You have me. Always."

Tears welled in her eyes as she realized just how close she had come to disaster. "I was so scared, Azriel," she admitted, her voice breaking. "I thought... I thought it was the end."

Azriel pulled her into a tight embrace, his shadows wrapping around them both. "But it wasn’t," he murmured. "I’m here, and I’ll always be here to protect you."

Y/N clung to him, her heart racing as she processed the intensity of the moment. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you for saving me."

Azriel pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his own heart pounding with relief. "You’re worth saving, Y/N. Every single time."

As they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the rain continued to fall, washing away the fear and replacing it with a sense of safety and love. Y/N knew that she had a lot to learn about trust and partnership, but with Azriel by her side, she felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

And as they walked back to the House of Wind, hand in hand, Y/N couldn’t help but feel grateful for the bond they shared. Despite the risks and dangers, she knew that they were stronger together. And no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them as a team, united by their love and their unbreakable bond.

#ACOTAR #A Court of Thorns and Roses #ACOTAR fanfiction #Azriel #Azriel x reader #Night Court #Velaris #shadowsinger #rescue #danger #trust #partnership #intense moments #SJM fanfiction #Sarah J Maas #ACOTAR fandom #protective Azriel #emotional scenes

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todorokis-girl · 1 day

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I Never Knew You Were Alive - Soulmate AU (IV) NSFW

Chapter IV: What are we doing?

Touya x f!reader

Chapter I: So it starts

Chapter II: A late arrival

Chapter III: belive of be doomed

This one is smut...there's really nothing else to say.... There's a lot of self indulgence here. I am so sorry.

The following months were fraught with tension, especially whenever her missions hinted at any involvement with the League of Villains. The delicate and precarious relationship with Touya weighed heavily on her mind, and she was acutely aware of the potential danger it posed not just to herself but to civilians and fellow heroes. Despite her best efforts to avoid him, it was impossible to escape his shadow entirely.

Surprisingly, they bumped into each other a few times after their initial encounter. These meetings were fleeting, marked by brief, silent exchanges of glances rather than words or violence. The first time she saw him again was during one of her nightly walks. The city was shrouded in darkness, and the air was crisp and cold. She was passing through a dimly lit alley when she felt his presence and spotted him from the corner of her eye. Her heart raced as their eyes met. He stood at the far end of the alley; his silhouette framed by the faint glow of a distant streetlamp.

The second encounter was during a mission. She was part of a covert operation to gather intelligence on a rumored League hideout. The abandoned warehouse was eerily quiet, the air thick with anticipation. As she moved through the shadows, she sensed him before she saw him. He was watching her from a distance, his intense gaze burning into her. She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. But just like the previous encounter, he made no move to harm her. He simply watched, his eyes filled with a mixture of intensity and something she couldn't quite decipher.

With each silent encounter, the tension between them grew, a palpable force that was impossible to ignore. The air seemed to crackle with electricity whenever he was near, and she found herself both drawn to and terrified of him. The sexual tension was undeniable, a magnetic pull that she didn't know how to handle. She was even more confused, as along with this sensation, the threat he had made to her loomed over her every thought.

Touya’s physical presence was overwhelming. His tall, lean frame exuded a raw, almost dangerous charisma. His pale skin contrasted starkly with his dark, tousled hair, which framed his angular face. His eyes, a vivid shade of turquoise, were piercing and intense, holding a depth of emotion that belied his villainous persona. The scars that marred his skin only added to his allure, a testament to the pain and suffering he had endured. There was a rugged handsomeness to him, a dark allure that was impossible to resist. His voice, low and husky, sent shivers down her spine whenever she heard it. She had no idea if to attribute these thoughts to the fact that they were fated for each other, or simple raw attraction.

The way he moved was almost predatory, graceful and confident, like a panther stalking its prey. She couldn't help but be captivated by him, despite the danger he represented. Every glance, every fleeting moment they shared was charged with an intensity that left her breathless. The memory of his touch lingered on her skin, a reminder of the night he had threatened her.

This was definitely not something she could talk to Keigo about. It felt shameful to admit her attraction to a villain, but it was also understandable. Touya was her soulmate, her one true match. He was supposed to be the one person who could satisfy her and make her feel something real. The bond between soulmates was supposed to be unbreakable, a connection that transcended all else. But the reality of their situation was far more complicated.

She often found herself lost in thought, replaying their encounters in her mind. The memory of his touch, the intensity of his gaze, the way his presence made her heart race – it was all-consuming. She was caught in a web of conflicting emotions, torn between her duty as a hero and her undeniable attraction to him.

Late at night, she would lie awake, her mind racing with thoughts of him. She could still feel the heat of his hand around her neck, the way his breath had brushed against her skin. It was intoxicating, and she hated herself for wanting more. The thought of him consumed her, filling her dreams and waking moments alike. She yearned for him, despite knowing how dangerous that desire was.

He wasn’t just her soulmate, he was the enemy, the one threatening her students. What would Keigo think? Aizawa? Hell… what would hero society think if they found out?

Yet, she couldn't deny the truth. Touya was her soulmate, and no matter how twisted their relationship, that bond remained. She could feel it in her very soul, a connection that refused to be severed. It was both a blessing and a curse, a source of both strength and torment. She was trapped in a dance with darkness, unable to escape the pull of the man who was supposed to be her other half.

As she navigated her missions and daily life, the tension never fully dissipated. It lingered, a constant reminder of the battle raging within her. She was determined to find a way to reach him, to make him see the truth of their bond. But each encounter left her more confused, more conflicted, and more desperate for answers. The path ahead was uncertain, and the stakes were higher than ever. But she couldn't give up. Not on him, and not on herself.

The last time before the cataclysmic event, she hadn’t gone out looking for him, but they found each other. She was returning from one of her rare midnight patrols, enjoying a can of iced coffee. The city was quiet at this hour, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by an eerie stillness. The streetlights cast long, dim shadows on the empty sidewalks, and the occasional car passed by, its headlights slicing through the darkness.

Tomorrow was Saturday, and she didn’t have to work, but she had a weekly meeting with her best friend and needed to grade some assignments. She sighed, knowing she needed a lot more than a can of iced coffee to keep her going. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice the looming presence that had been tracking her.

She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned to look at the alleyway, carefully adjusting her vision to peer into the dark. The alley was narrow, lined with overflowing dumpsters and scattered debris, the smell of mold lingering in the air. After a couple of seconds, she could start making out his shape. His silhouette was unmistakable, even in the dim light. Then she saw his eyes, two burning points of blue in the darkness. They held each other's gaze, and she felt a lump form in her throat, a mix of fear and pent-up desire.

When she was about to step away, he finally approached her, stopping at the very edge of the alley, right at the line where he would be stepping out into the light. The faint glow from the streetlamp illuminated his features partially, highlighting the intensity in his eyes and the harsh lines of his face. His presence was imposing, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body even from a distance.

She took a sharp breath and braced herself, hoping today wouldn’t be the day she fought him, not in her current state. Her heart pounded in her chest, a rapid drumbeat of anxiety and anticipation.

“I’m not ready to talk, I don’t want to fight, I don’t trust you; I’m tired of the tension,” he said, his voice low and intense. His gaze held her captive, his eyes burning with unresolved emotions. Confused, she scrunched her eyebrows, wondering what she was meant to do. Her heart raced in her chest, the confusion still present.

“Let’s get rid of it,” he added, his words a dark, compelling command. Setting backwars into the alley, almost pulling her to follow him.

And with that, she was convinced. She couldn’t deny the magnetic pull between them, the way his presence stirred something deep within her.

The narrow alleyway provided a cloak of secrecy, shielding them from prying eyes and the hustle of the city beyond. The faint glow of distant streetlights cast eerie shadows against the worn brick walls, adding to the clandestine atmosphere of their rendezvous. The air hung heavy with anticipation, thick with the scent of urban decay and the heady aroma of their shared desire.

The world around them disappeared as their bodies collided with a desperate need that had been building for months, probably years. The alley was a confined space, filled with the mingled scents of the city and their shared passion. The rough texture of the brick wall pressed against her back contrasted sharply with the heat of his body. His touch was both rough and tender, a confusing mix that left her craving more.

He roughtly pulled her sweater to rest above her breast and desperately pulled her bra downward to expose her breast, the sounds she made echoed in the confined space. At that moment, she couldn’t think even if she wanted to. Her mind was a haze of sensation and emotion, a whirlwind of heat and urgency. She could feel every scar, every line of his muscular form, and it drove her wild with a longing she couldn’t control.

Witth heavy breast and a hint of desperating, he lowered his pants to his waist and after urging her to be quick, grabbed her ass, and lifted her up to rest against the wall, held up by his arms; her legs around me. Her shorts and underware carefully dangling from her ankle.

There was something taboo in this clandestine encounter, knowing they were not supposed to be together. She was his enemy; she was his soulmate.

His hand cupped her breast, his fingers tweaking her nipple. A gasp escaped her lips, a shiver running down her spine. It was as if electricity crackled in the air, the atmosphere crackling with tension and anticipation. Sweat dripped down their bodies, mingling between them, a testament to their overwhelming connection.

Heat pulsed through her veins, fueling the ravenous beast within. He whispered obscenities in her ear, probing her with his tongue, and she shivered at the filthy words.

"Fuck me, dammit," she cried out, her hips grinding against him. "Take me."

He echoed the sentiment, his voice raw and primal as he grabbed her and smashed her against the cold, unforgiving wall. The impact sent a jolt of pleasure through her limbs, echoing the primal core of their need.

His length throbbed between them, and with a violent thrust, he entered her. Their bodies moved in a syncopated rhythm, both in harmony and discord, a clash of need and fury.

"God, Touya," she moaned, her voice bouncing off the cold walls of the alley. Her head rolled backwards, hitting the surface with a dull thud. His name on her lips was a mix of love, fear, and lust, an intoxication that tasted sweeter than any drug could.

The pain of his grip on her hip, the primal frenzy of his thrusts as he invaded her: all of it fed that insatiable hunger within her. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist as she took him deeper, each thrust forcing her closer to the edge.

"You like that?" Touya asked, his voice a low growl, savage and raw. The question sent a chill down her spine, and she couldn't help but nod eagerly. She wanted to give herself to him completely; she was beyond the point of shame or fear.

Her heart raced as he took her, his movements becoming stronger, urgent and intensifying with each passing moment. Her body shuddered around him, her walls clenching around his length as she met his rhythm.

Touya pulled on her hair, forcing her to arch her back, giving him better access to her heaving chest. He bent down to take a hard nipple into his mouth, sucking on it with a greed that made her cry out in pure bliss.

His other hand moved between their bodies, his thumb finding her swollen nub. Pressure and friction, a divine combination she couldn't resist. She bucked her hips, pressing herself harder against him, urging him on as her pleasure mounted.

"Don't stop," she panted. The sound of their bodies moving together reverberated through the alley, mingling with the distant sounds of the city.

Touya continued his sensual assault, driving her to the brink of madness. The tension built inside her, her core ached with anticipation. His moans on her ear were becoming maddening, aiding in the sensitivity and pleasure.

Her body, wet and warm, clung to him. He groaned his satisfaction, his length fully sheathed inside her as he established a hard, insistent rhythm. She could hardly breathe, her ability to form words vanished as her senses heightened to a fever pitch.

The slap of their bodies echoed in the narrow confines of the alley, a reminder of their forbidden union. Her back remained glued to the icy bricks, while his hands roamed her body mercilessly. The mix of hot and cold on her skin sending her farther down her path. She was used to conflicting temperatures on her skin, but this time it made every inch of her body more aware.

He cupped her breasts in his calloused palms, pinching her sensitive nipples with a cruel force that made her gasp. He growled, letting go of one nipple only to grip the other more fiercely. Her breathes quickened, each one panting out in rhythm with her growing need, she could feel herself getting closer, a white hot sensation running though up her spine skin.

"God, Touya, I'm so fucking close," she cried, her voice hoarse. Her body trembled as her lips parted wider, gasping for air, her eyelids fluttering as the orgasm approached. Every thrust making her moans louder.

“Careful, someone might hear the little hero” He grinned, his lips curling up into a wicked smile, hearing her pleas drove him wild. Gripping her hips tight, he buried his thrusts deep inside her, relishing the sensation as his length pounded against her sensitive spot. Pleasure consumed her body as her walls closed around him, wet and greedy, demanding every inch he could give her. He felt her cum on his cock, and he saw her. Her eyes rolled back with one last moan, no, scream; twitching and she desperately looked for something to grab onto.

He had no intentoon oh helping her lower her moans, it wasn’t exactly his problem whow saw. With a mischeavious lick of his lips he grabbed her hips again, knowing she hadn’t finished her orgasm and continued to thrust into her.

He was close to his own orgasm, and he was gonna use her to finish even if she couldn’t take it anymore. He made sure to watch her, sounds wilder and louder as he speed up closing on his own high.

With one deep groan, he attached his teeth to her shoulder, near the baase of her neck, bitting as hard as he could, finishing himself off deep inside her.

"This. Is. Fucking. Insane," she managed to pant as she carefully attempted to catch her breath, she looked into his eyes studying him carefulluy "What are we even doing?" She didn’t understand what she was doing, and to be quite frank, she was yet to figure out how she felt about it… emotionally.

"Savoring. Each. Other." He ground out in response, between his own harsh breaths. His tongue traced the shell of her ear before he nipped at her earlobe. She gasped, her body responding to his touch like he was a drug she couldn't get enough of.

"You liked that, didn't you?" he whispered, his voice thick with desire. She moaned, her legs involuntarily shuttering around him. He pressed himself against her, his hardness throbbing against her core, a reminder of the intimacy they shared and the larger connection that lay between them.

He took in the bite he had left on her, red and angry, and licked it. It was gonna leave a mar, and it was going to bruise; and he wasn’t going to let her forget any of this.

She gruided her hands under his shirt. Her hands trailed between his toned abs and up to his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath ripple. She took the moment, and the opportunity to study his scars, and soutures and how the alternating textures felt on her skin, allowig herself the oportunity to familiarize herself with the warmth of his body, almost memorizing his temperature; who knew when she’d have the oportunity to do this again (more like who knew, if she would allow herself to do this again). It was a moment of intimacy unlike any other, a fleeting connection between two souls bound by fate, one that she increasingly though would never stick.

But even as she reveled in the sensation, permitting herself the moment of intimacy, a part of her couldn't shake the nagging doubt that lingered at the back of her mind. She knew what this was, and the moment he decided he got his fill, she had to run.

She didn’t look up at him, but he studied her carefully, he was just as confused as she was. He had never felt the desire for anyone that he had felt for her, and he needed to know why. Now that he knew, it terrefied him, this wasn’t about love or even wanting to have anything with his soulmate; he just couldn’t stand the tension any longer.

As she leaned back against the brick wall, using it for support, Touya couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt wash over him. He had allowed himself to be drawn into this moment of vulnerability, to let down his guard and succumb to the allure of her touch. And now, as they stood there in the darkness, he couldn't help but wonder what it all meant.

She swallowed, her breath finally staying, as she quickly pulled on her clothes back on properly. She was moving quicker than she though she could and felt her eyes begging to water, finally, after a moment of calm the current reality swallowing her whole.

“Thank you; for…” She used her hands to sort of half haeartedly signal to the encouter; and he looked at her uninterested.

“Leave” he finalized adjusting his own clothes and began to walk away, she didn’t know how to feel or why; and as much as she expected and knew this would be the reaction, it still hurt her.

He himself was confused, but he knew, even if he wanted to belive her, even if he trusted her, even if he begged for it; they could never really be together. He didn’t know if she understood their circumstances, but one day it’s click. He was sure of it.

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kurosstuff · 1 day

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Here I am back with another request, anyway : "Headcanon"

Hazbin gals(all of them if you could, emily included) react to R that likes to follow then around. Reader was just on the couch and maybe Charlie or Lute or anyone had to go elsewhere and R just follows them, no particular reason just that R wants to be near them but not to the point of irritation.

I'm gonna make it for 5 of the ladies so it's not so insanely long BUT if you have any specific ladies you wish to see? You can request again! Hopefully these are good! Half of them I'm still learning to write for still-

Also! Sorry for not writing- it's summer and I've just been incredibly burnt out so been writing once in a while. Also. I didn't see the Emily part until after I wrote this- I'm sorry

Warning(s): slight angst in some parts but mostly fluff, all bur sera has drabbles

Hazbin ladies(charlie,vaggie,Lute, rosie and Sera) x reader: headcanons!

Charlie

By far the most excited about it- her lover(or friend) following her around? She 100% does it back! Like a lost little puppy she adores you by her side no matter what it is she's doing.

Just talking your ear off from the plans she has for the hotel. Future dates. Whatever comes to mind? She tells you excitedly just wanting to see your reaction. Her number one supporters option matters the most to her.

But because of that she gives surprises away.. to often.

"-then! After~ I'm taking you to that lovely bakery-" she went kn and on- walking as you trailed after her like usual. Smiling heartfully. She was doing it again- talking about the plans she had for your date tonight. From the beginjng of the day to now she was a bundle of joy- babbling about things you were sure your not supposed to know.

"-then I'll get on my knee and pull the box out-"

Your grin widen at that comment you heard. Humming you kept quiet no longer listening to safe the surpise. A proposal? Now that's something your more then happy to keep a secret from knowing

When she would babble you kept quiet. Not telling her the stuff you knew. No matter what it was. You knew how she was. How excitable shed get.

She did never find out she gave the proposal away

Vaggie

She's suspicious, as hell over, literally everyone. Outside and INSIDE the hotel. Understandably, so - given you both in hell. Doesn't matter if you're stronger than her. Or what you are

She will NOT. Allow you to wander off without you in her sight. No matter what. Especially since the hotel is a clear hot spot for danger. She'd actually lowkey ENCOURAGE you following her about. Inviting you places or if comes down to it? Following you.

Standing up Vaggie sighed cursing under her breath at yet another sexual comment Angel made. Scowling lowly turning glancing over at you- smiling in approval once you trailed behind her on instinct- which let to her ranting to you on what she encountered

"Do you wanna cuddle?" You spoke up leading her to your shared room watching her slowly relaxing.

Vaggie is a worrier. Even in her sights, she just looks around cautious everyone

To be honest- I think she'd prefer you following her around. Makes her "job" at being your protector so much more easier.

Worried about the what ifs. The when's. But she knows your strong- she's seen it. She just can't help but worry- after all. Your her lover. She can't help herself but worry.

Lute

We see her with Adam(assuming she's around him ALOT) she truly wouldn't be to bothered hanging out with ypu 24/7 cause she does love you and for her? Having you in her sights is better then assuming your fine and healthy

Of course it's not unhealthy - she trusts you'd take care of yourself. Trust that you're capable of saving yourself if it comes down to it. But it means a lot to see you wanting to be with her-

Lute adores it- she won't SAY it but she feels prideful when you wander beside her. Following her everywhere

"So.. where are we going~?" You hummed, snickering at her jolt, ignoring the glare she sent your way, grumbling loudly at you. You were just asleep an hour ago. Now here you are trailing after her as if you didn't just see her a while ago

"..training. come on if your up you can work out."

It's also not like she does the same thing either. Just instinctively trailing you- just anywhere either of you are? The other is certainly close by

Rosie

Honestly like most ladies in the list she may actually prefer it- after all her town is full of cannibals itching to dig into you. Literally-

Doesn't matter if your a lover or not. They'll be tempted or swayed in a way to try and take a bite. But if Rosie is around? They'd never attempt it. Never dare upset her.

Rosie also takes this chance to use this as a tea spilling time. Talk about the latest drama. The rumors- anything and everything the two of you share together no matter what it is.

A laugh escaped you both as you ate your share of the snacks she brought with "-oh darling I wish you saw it! Poor Alastor was covered in the flour~ he was so mad" Rosie laughed covering her mouth with her hand like usual grinning at you before smirking

"Oh~? Now I know that look~ the look of more tea~?"

Nodding, she hummed, sipping her tea before putting it down, "I heard.. from a certain soemone.. the king himself? Lucifer? Did it~ to win the..bet they had"

Sera

Now she's the only one so far on this list that will not let you follow her EVERYWHERE. she is a Seraphim. The highest level itself. The lord himself daughter(I think? May be wrong) so there's places she'd wish you could come but you just can't.

For yours and her safety.

She does not wanna be the next fallen. No matter how she adores you- she loves heaven- she can not commit a crime. Allow you in certain meetings witness things..

But she will allow it sometimes. Especially given her status it may be hard- to hang out with one another.

Sera never worries about your safety. Your in Heaven! The safest place(she has guards tailing you secretly worried about the impure influences that dome angels can have- adam)

Once in your shared home? Your free to follow hwr everywhere she is. It makes her happy seeing you constantly- makes what she's doing to ensure heavens saftey(dispite being not the purest option) so much more worth it.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #lute x reader #hazbin hotel lute #sera seraphim #hazbin hotel sera #sera x reader #hazbin charlie #vaggie x reader #hazbin rosie #hazbin hotel rosie #rosie x reader #charlie morningstar #Charlie morningstar x reader #hazbin vaggie

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I start thinking when a post starts with “I don't understand why people, do say that” and then “you have to admit, accept”. Does the author of the post really want to understand other people's experiences and why they feel that way? No. Astarion talks the whole game about power and how important it is to have it in the world. Where you can be made a slave, killed - yes, important. The other thing is that Astarion is prone to brutal power, evil power. Uh, no, I don't care or his first approval wouldn't have amused me, it would have frightened me. He was always like that. Astarion gave harsh sentences, he didn't believe in mercy, he wasn't even fair, a magistrate doesn't get killed for nothing, he considered “trouble makers” to be barbarians. It's in the game. His slavery, Cazador reinforced this already cynical picture of the world. Honestly, had his living heart been gentle and kind, before or when he met Tav? A narcissistic, handsome, noble magistrate with the power, High Elf from the Upper City of Baldur's Gate. It's a shame, but there are evil, immoral characters.

Drugs and walking again like you used to are different things. The ritual frees from the downside of vampirism:

Sunshine, complete freedom of movement.

Free from the torment of hunger.

Once again the heart that was taken from him is alive, all sensations and feelings are available.

These are objective, reasonable goods.

The price is diabolical, immoral, selfish - Evil ending. What's best for Astarion is a matter of debate. I think both are valid, the other simply makes him a better person morally. We can pretend Astarion is driven by trauma and fear - only it's no thoughts, no judgment, there's nothing that makes cynical sense, nothing. Just a traumatized Nightstar princess who needs to be shown the way of the light and heal. And if you don't, the princess becomes a pumpkin. I personally don't believe that the “cycle of violence and terror” as written in the game, in the world of Faerûn can be broken. I don't intend to, I don't see it in Astarion either. Spawn with 7k, kill a couple of dwarves, there'll be revenge. Spawn will be ordered to kill the not “right person” to make him a scapegoat - massacre.

Honestly, narcissist, manipulative, with huge trauma from slavery, power-hungry, thinks power is fun, bloodthirsty, cynical.

The measuring stick of what is toxic, abusive and controlling relationships clearly already transitioning to reality and to real morality only begins to attach to Astarion after the Ascension. Because if it worked initially, Astarion can't be touched, he's dangerous. To heal such a man is a danger and a fairy tale. No one cares. But the chains and the tragedy of AA's abusive behavior, that's what it's all about. A tale of the healing of a manipulative vampire narcissist and the tragedy of fucked up, that's the way it should be. ... UA will go crazy with missed opportunities when his arm gets cut off in battle and killed Tav. As he already tried in the game, unlike AA without consent.

And now for the romance. The juiciest part. If that's the reason why this one is so bad, a tragic ending that everyone should accept and cry over.

I think the answer is this. Summation of the Ending and Epilogue. Tav who doesn't like this romance and feels herself in the clutches of a monster - 3 lines. Tav who enjoys\okay the decadence with Astarion - 10 lines.

Player: Let's see everything, now I'm free of my Father! I want to travel the world. REALLY_DARK_URGE Player: I want to see the world, with you at my side. ORI_Astarion_State_GoingToTravel Player: I want to live forever. Make me a vampire. ORI_Astarion_Event_TurnIntoSpawn = False Player: I want to sit on your lap, sipping blood from a chalice, ruling the Gate from our foul throne. REALLY_DARK_URGE Player: We'll start with Baldur's Gate - Let's make this city ours. ORI_Astarion_State_TakeBaldursGateTogether Player: Let's put our enemies to the sword! ORI_Astarion_State_BloodyStruggle

They look like lines for Evil Win and they are.

Player: True. We are spectacular, after all. Player: It is wonderful. I'm glad I get to share this with you. Player: None would dare, my love. Player: I'm sorry I kind of disappeared. I didn't mean to leave you like that.

And the lines for Original Karlach are OзО..

It's fantasy man, if you're looking for tragedy you'll find it everywhere, don't stop others from playing the fairy tale that you're playing, too. Enjoy your catharsis, don't touch the other catharsis. ta-ta line of ascended, spawn and pre-ritual mixed together

#ascended astarion #lord astarion

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Maffia x Simon Riley

“Do-don’t…stop” I moaned. (A few moments earlier)

Warning: FINGERING/Mastrubation

It’s been a few months since I found a new member, ghost, he wasn’t just another member we had something more, one time counting my money he stood there. Always with that mask. I was only wearing a bikini sitting in my safe with the millions of money I made that day from various deals and smuggles.

He just stood there, so stoic. And he couldn’t get his eyes of me.

She was sitting on a pile of money it may be were millions of dollars. She looks stunning, incredible. I couldn’t deny for a mafia woman. She was one of the most confident people I’ve ever seen, but I came here with a task, to take her down.

But no one knows that yet, I’m infiltrating her drugs business, she thinks I’m just another one of her new partners

She’s extremely intelligent and extremely seductive, she’s the most skilled assassin I’ve ever met. Her business is extremely profitable. Making 13 billion dollars a year.

She also believes she is untouchable as she’s in control of the police, government, justice and courts, so you can understand why she didn’t hesitate to let me join one of her main drug trades.

She’s extremely manipulative, cunning, calculating and cold hearted. She’s extremely dangerous and she has so much power I would need a the 141 and other teams to infiltrate her business.

As I stood there, looking at her I couldn’t help but admire how stunning she is, and then realised how much of a fool I was for getting distracted.

In a bikini she sat on the piles of dollars, just counting and smoking a sigaret.

Every now and then her right hand man, Leo would come and sit next to her. Just watching her count her money while she just sat there not giving a damn as usual. She was in her own world.

The last thing she would want to do is stop her counting, she was that obsessed with money. You could say she loves money more than she loves herself.

She even has a massive vault that stores millions of dollars in the basement. She has no use for it, she just loves looking at it as it makes her feel powerful and special

“Ghost come here..” I looked at Leo and nodded for him to leave

He just nodded and left. She didn’t look up at me, she continued to count. “Take a seat” she said. I sat down next to her watching her continue.

After about 20 to 30 minutes of sitting there watching her count her money, she finally finished. She finally looked up at me with a smile on her face. “Now that’s a lot of money Ghost and that’s only the tip of the ice berg” she said.

I picked up a 1000 dollar stash and threw it to him “this is maybe 0,001% of my fortune. You can have it ofcourse buy urself something.. nice” she smiled

She was very generous but she loved showing off how much fortune she has, which is understandable as she worked hard for it. She was always showing off her wealth, but she still always managed to look hot.

“What’s wrong Ghost, cat got your tongue?” She said teasing me. She knew exactly how hot she is and it worked to her advantage to get anyone to do her bidding.

She then got up and went to her table to roll a cigarette. I sat and watch her do it making sure I didn’t check her out, I couldn’t afford any distractions. I was there to get intel after all.

But the way she walked, her body somehow I already felt distracted again by her and she noticed it

She looked over at me with a slight smirk on her face. It was hard to tell what she was thinking, she is very skilled at making herself unreadable which is annoying sometimes.

She looked at me straight in the eyes which was almost hypnotising, just looking at her face, her lips etc and then she finally spoke. “Enjoying the view Ghost?” She said.

She then came to sit next to me very close, she put her hand on my knee, she looked at me with that seductive look again. “You’re always so serious Ghost, I’ve always admired that about you” she was so close I could feel and smell her breath, she was breathtaking.

I had seen her with a lot of other men but she never looked at them the same way she looked at me, I was flattered. I can’t remember the last time I was flattered. “Would you like a cigarette Ghost?” She said. She knew I was a smoker, she knew a lot about me actually. I just nodded.

She rolled one out for me and put it to my mouth, she put her lighter to it, she lit the cigarette. I took a drag, it was a nice cigarette, she knew what I liked. She then put the cigarette to her mouth taking a drag and blew it in my face, she was flirting with me.

As she blew the smoke in my face she smirked at me again and said “did you like it?” She was so seductive and so irresistible but I wasn’t there to flirt, I was there for intel which is harder than it sounds because of her.

I just nodded and she didn’t look pleased with my answer, she wanted me to respond. “Use your words Ghost” she just ordered me. She was always so demanding, she is so used to being in control, she is one of those women who demands respect and gets it.

I felt another rank here, it was always my job as a lieutenant to do what she’s doing now, but guess that changed

She then puts her hand on my mask which surprised me and said “but you’re so handsome Ghost, I can get lost in your eyes” she then took another drag of her cigarette. Her hand felt so soft on my hidden face yet it was amazing. She had an amazing way with words and making people feel special, not in a manipulative way, it was just part of her charm.

Her eyes always lit up when she looked at me, she always looked at me in a way she didn’t look at other men. “You have the most beautiful eyes Ghost, it’s a shame you hide them” she said looking deeply into my eyes through the mask. I didn’t know what to say, this is the first time I’ve ever heard her express how she feels about me.

She then continued, “but I can understand why you hide your handsome face, I think it’s sexy, it makes you look mysterious” she continued to stare at me. It was hard to look back at her, I was too distracted.

She must’ve been in the mood as she continued to flirt with me. She sat closer to me, her hand was on my knee again. This time I couldn’t resist, I put my hand on her cheek, I saw a little smirk on her perfect face.

“I never had sex in a vault with money before..” I said to ghost. I actually never did that, I always had ‘vanilla’ men that adorned me, but ghost… he hid, he was mysterious something I felt attracted to. Plus points to the tall and muscular physique of course.

Ghost seemed also in the mood, I looked like I wanted it though, I really did. This man had a charme on me like I had on him. I looked on the stack and layed down

I couldn’t resist any longer, I climbed on top of her. When I did she started to stroke the back of my head with her nails which felt so good and relaxing. I started to kiss her neck as she closed her eyes and felt that she was starting to moan.

As I was kissing her neck, she pushed me away and said “wait a minute Ghost” she then got up as she looked for something under her desk, I just sat watching her, waiting for her.

She had a smirk as she found what she was looking for, a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. She sat back down on the money. I could tell she wanted to spend this night with me.

She handed me a shot glass, she then started to pour the whiskey into the glass. she was looking at me with those bright seductive eyes of hers. She then took a shot and then handed me my glass. I downed it and she looked impressed with my drinking skills.

She then held my hand and kissed it, she was so charming that it almost made me forget that she was a dangerous assassin, but even after knowing that information I couldn’t help but feel attracted to her.

Ice and fire couldn’t go together, and if so it was a dangerous game we were playing.

She then put her glass down and slid my mask up just above my lip and kissed me, she took the lead and I allowed it, I have never felt so passionately kissed like this by a woman. It was intoxicating, I was getting lost in the moment.

We ended up making out on top of all that money, with her on top of me. I had my hand behind her back and one on her hip. She was so dominant but I liked it, it was attractive.

I started to put my hands on the rim of her bikini as we are making out, I wanted to feel her body, she didn’t say anything, she just continue to kiss me.

As we are making out she suddenly grabbed my wrists and pulled them away from her bikini, she got up looked at me intensely and said “not so fast Ghost” she was still on top of me as she said that.

“Money takes time but this p#ssy also does, don’t make it lame”

“You’re right but I’m sure you’ll be worth it” I said. She smirked and said “of course I will be worth it” she was so full of herself but I respected her so it didn’t bother me. We both then just sat quietly listening for anyone but it was quiet so it was just the two of us.

I started to unzip his pants, this might be the best sex I’ll ever get

She started unbuttoning my shirt and kissing my chest which felt incredible. I could tell she was skilled by the way she was handling me like a pro.

I started to grab her hips and pull her closer to me, I could tell she was excited as she let out a little moan as she continued to kiss my chest.

I started to untie her bikini as I looked in her eyes as she looked straight at me, she smiled at me as I knew I got her approval.

Her bikini came off and I admired how beautiful her body looked, it was perfect. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, she was breathtaking.

She then climbed on top of me and started kissing my neck. It was very seductive, even her breathing was attractive. As she started to bite my neck I could tell she was about to retake control.

She had a firm grip on my shoulders as she stared at me with her seductive eyes, I was hypnotized by her beauty.

I looked him in the eye and only nodded, a sign he could have his time to shine

I started grabbing her hips and started to kiss her all over her body. As I was doing it I felt her shiver which was a good sign, she liked the way I was handling her.

She laid back as she started to let out moans, I loved the noises she made. I started kissing her stomach and then her chest. At this point, I didn’t care if the moans attracted anyone to the basement.

I made my way to her thighs leaving a trail of kisses as she continued to moan but she tried to keep her voice down. Once I reached her thighs, I started to kiss and bite them which made her shiver.

My breath was hot which made her shiver more. I felt her shake a bit as I was kissing her thighs, she was so sensitive to my touch which was attractive because I knew I was making her feel good.

I started to bite harder as she started to close her eyes, she took in all the pleasure. I then continued up her body to her chest, kissing and biting her body while she continued to moan.

At this point, I could tell she was losing control. I continued up to her neck and started biting her again. She was making so many noises but she couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

I got rid of the last piece of clothing I had on

At this point, we were both fully naked. She wrapped her legs around me which made me want her even more. She was so good at making me want her.

We laid on the piles of money as we started to make out again, she was so good at it. I could tell she really wanted me as she started sucking on my tongue and biting down on my lip.

At this point, the noises we were making were getting louder. She grabbed onto me and started to scratch my back as we kept kissing passionately.

She then started to nibble on my neck which felt incredible, I started feeling all sorts of emotions, this woman was amazing.

“Please..” she said begging for my touch inside her

I heard her plead which sent a shiver down my spine and I couldn’t resist her. The way she said it made me want her even more.

I started to run my hand down to between her legs, she tensed up

I could hear the desperation in her voice which just made me even more attracted to her. I started to touch her gently and she started to moan again.

I watched her facial expressions when I was touching her, she looked so beautiful. I started to make a circular motion with my thumb, and she started to breathe faster.

I could tell she wasn’t used to being touched like this as she started closing her eyes again and letting out loud moans.

I was touching her gently as my hands were exploring her body. I could tell she was enjoying being touched by me, she held onto me as I continued.

I watched for her facial expressions and she was so immersed in the moment, her moaning and breathing sounded so seductive as I continued to touch her.

I went faster and harder

She started making louder noises as I started to move my thumb quicker, she held on to me and scratched my back with her red long nails.

I couldn’t believe how much I was affecting her with just my hands.

I made her moan louder and louder, she was enjoying every moment of it.

“D-don’t stop” I moaned

His hands on me felt incredible, no one ever touched my like this and it felt addicting.

Ghost just smirked he knew that he could make me feel pleasured.

“I…oh my god.. I think I’m going to.. come” I moaned and breathed heavily

I let out another moan and started holding on to the once straight and flat money, I was on the edge, my walls clenching to his fingers.

He let out a quiet, amused chuckle under his mask, his gloved lips curling into a smirk as he felt your inner walls clenching around his fingers.

"Someone's getting a bit too excited, it would seem." He teased quietly.

He chuckled softly against your ear. "You are so vocal." He whispers, biting your earlobe. "No need to hide your pretty sounds, love." He adds in a low, seductive tone as he continues rocking his fingers into you.

This man was driving you insane something that wasn’t be done before. Trembling and arching your back. "Please... I... I can't..." You gasped, your breaths ragged as you felt your release building.

he knew exactly how to touch you to drive you to the edge. But no matter how much you begged, He just wouldn't let you come... Not yet. It was a little payback for making it hard on getting intel on you

After a while I felt it coming, the feeling of an orgasm was intense. I moaned and breathe deeply after that.

Ghost slowly got his fingers out of my cunt it was dripping.

#ghost cod #simon ghost riley #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #modern warfare #simon ghost x reader #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #cod x reader #simon riley #task force 141 #maffia

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ckret2 · 2 days

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hiiiii!!!!!!!!

i'm just here to say that i love your gravity falls works and am living for goldilocks!!!

also, i'm a mabel, bill, and ford fanatic and i also wanna say that i live for your characterization of the three of them, they're one of the more in-character characterizations than most characterizations i don't often see in fics haha but it's most expecially their interactions with each other that i really love.

another thing, the way you handle mabel and bill made me think that if mabel didn't have her family, she'd probably end up more like bill than one would think.

sorry for the ramble haha

also, quick question how do you feel about ford seeing more of bill in mabel?

i wish u the best, lotsa' love!!

Thank you!!

And yeah, that's how I see Mabel too. Considering all the parallels that already exist between her and Bill. Bill is what Mabel would be if she were emotionally unmoored and had to try to navigate the world by herself, and Mabel is what Bill would be if he'd had a loving support network that had kept him on an even keel when he was growing up. (... okay that's a lie, i don't think bill would ever have turned out as sweet as mabel is.)

Depends on the context in which Ford sees little seeds of Billish chaos in Mabel. In THIS context? It would immediately put him on his guard—that's Bill's influence—and he'd be thinking harder about ways to separate them and/or talk Mabel away from listening so much to Bill. But in another context—if Bill weren't back, and he just started noticing Billish behaviors in Mabel? He'd probably just think to himself "ah, reminds me of Bill, that's the kind of thing he'd do" but he wouldn't think deeply about it, it'd just be a reminder of That Jerk.

But also, I think that Ford saw very little of the side of Bill that's most Mabelish. Bill was the Wise Emotionally-Distant Mentor to Ford, and then after that he was the arrogant taunting nemesis. The goofy chaotic side of Bill, Ford saw very little of, if any.

And Mabel's not about to turn into a Wise Mentor or a Taunting Nemesis; so if she adopts any more of Bill's form of chaos, would Ford even notice that? Or would he just think "wow, Mabel's hobbies have gotten more dangerous lately. ... Well, she's a growing girl, it's about time she learns how to handle cherry bombs responsibly." This is the man that gives 12-year-olds crossbows.

If anything, there's a chance that the more time Ford spends in the same house as Bill & Mabel, the more likely he is to go "wow, Bill is more like Mabel than I realized."

#anonymous #ask #bill goldilocks cipher

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one of the coolest things about dot and bubble (in my opinion) is how it really subverts your expectations. like, at the beginning it kind of reads as a "kids nowadays always on their phones" kind of episode, but it is anything BUT that. you watch the episode and it becomes more and more apparent how incredibly self-centered these people are, not understanding how to really care for others at all, which is seen in the way that lindy pepper-bean is head over heels for ricky september but ends up leaving him to die anyway just to save herself, and then saying that he just went back to go save more people. the ending was also amazing, but something that i really enjoyed from it was how lindy pepper-bean is the first one to make racist comments and the rest of them dont agree at first which kind of makes you think that they're gonna be against it, but then they just join in too. and the acting at the end? the way ncuti gatwa goes from laughing hysterically to screaming to crying as ruby is silent, crying with him? Actual chills. like i am so serious this is some of the best acting ive seen. and the ending is even more interesting in the way that most ends of doctor who episodes like this have the same idea of "we got out of the life-threatening situation and are now gonna go live off somewhere happy and loving and caring", but this one ends with the people all dooming themselves, going off to live in an incredibly dangerous world when they could just go with the doctor and live somewhere peaceful, all because of their own prejudices. EXQUISITE. ABSOLUTELY EXQUISITE THROUGH AND THROUGH. every single episode from the new season has been a fucking banger and im so excited to see what happens next

#dot and bubble #15th doctor #the doctor #dr who #dr who spoilers #doctor who spoilers #ruby sunday #dw spoilers #nuwho #new who #fifteenth doctor #the fifteenth doctor #lindy pepper bean

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oceanlipgloss · 2 days

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LUNCHBOX

MEPHISTOPHELES.

+ no warnings.

+ my mc is the heroine, so the pronouns are feminine.

Nobles didn’t need lunchboxes. They didn’t share lunches on school benches.

Nobles indulged in fancy luncheons and had luxurious dinners. That was how he had always lived; not for decades and not for centuries, but for millennia. Yet, the next thing he knew, this pretty and horribly fragile creature had come along and spoiled the whole rhythm.

That did not merely mean his lunching habits, of course, or the traditional noble programme, or anything else like that—for the little butterfly had let her wings move a bit too fast, fly a little too far. She had let herself land on his velvet fingertip, twirl around in his brain, then sneak her way into his heart.

Do you understand what it was like for him?

She was messing with his mind and troubling his heart, spreading the nectar from part to part until the entire organ was contracting with his red admiration, and all her own.

He was a demon. Holy scripts of all kinds and in all languages told of how those like him are damned before their creation, and born damned still.

Goddamn it though, wasn’t she a demon too? She made disliking her hard, altered the rhythm of his heart; it pounded faster when she was there. Made him think about her so much, all the time, even when he had better things to do—more important things, like taking down a fallen angel, for instance.

Goodness...was this not an alarmingly strange phenomenon all around? That is why, for the first time in his seemingly endless life he actually and genuinely thought, ‘I am damned.’

How could he not? Was there even a sliver of probability to think otherwise?

After all, he was willingly seated next to a commoner on a school bench So much like a silly school crush...

The cherry on top, though? The icing on the cake? The sugar rush to his bafflement? How he was heartily eating the weird stuff in her lunchbox. The flavours were very good.

He was happier eating simplicity packed into a plastic box more than he had ever been stabbing silverware into fine gourmet meals laid on exquisite china.

Oh, dear.

Scratch that.

It was worse.

So much worse.

He was so, so, dangerously close to a human, a mortal woman whom he was not very fond of, if at all, in the beginning and for quite a long time. Their shoulders were touching. She was very warm. He could feel the mellow heat through the fabric of her uniform.

Were all humans this warm, or was it just her?

He would have to study that later.

For now...well.

It wasn’t just mere material proximity; it was not their bodies that were close only. The romantic tales and legends did not quite get it right, and many poets did not pen it properly.

How to put it...

You see, he could almost feel a quaint connection in their souls, as though mystic hands were tugging at the enchanted thread by which their spirits were tied. It was a thread impossible to see with the eye, but easy to feel in the heart.

And he had no way of truly knowing, but perhaps their hearts, too, were pulsating to the same song playing within them.

Unsettling as it were, the feeling and the sensations it brought remained quite nice.

Routine is a curious matter; it arranges days and nights, organises time itself—and yet, should they choose to, one can change it however they like.

Before this lunchbox ordeal, his hours had constantly resembled one another and looked nearly identical. They were too much alike.

He had followed a certain pattern, but now he had chosen to paint for himself a new excitement— an unprecedented event with an unexpected person—in that redundant schedule.

In truth, she was well aware that he did not hate her, so she was the one who had been incessant on spending this time with him. She was the one who had begun their little journey of sweet fortune.

She taught him new things. Sometimes she talked about profound matters. Sometimes she made meaningless small talk. Eventually, she made him think about how he would love to visit the twisted realm of humans with her.

With her, he realised that solitude disappears. Relations could be blessings. He was happier eating common simplicity packed into a plastic box more than he had ever been stabbing silverware into fine gourmet meals laid on exquisite china.

Never once had he imagined he would find spiritual pleasure in the company of this particular creature, this—truth be told—lovely lady. It appeared that fate had wished to prove him wrong in this subject, and so it was.

But when it had never before crossed his mind that he would one day come to enjoy her presence and bask in her warmth, how could he ever have predicted that he would long for that same warmth to be by his side?

Perhaps it was true that it ignorance is bliss.

Who could know whether their soul will ever bind itself to someone or not?

Who could ever know the destined one that will rob them of their heart?

There is no need to do so.

Walking through time with an unknowing mind that cannot form any predictions and blind eyes that cannot make out a picture of the future could be pleasant.

What one cannot expect may very well turn out to be a great surprise, an absolute delight...or their sweet demise.

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