#and i know the real answer is there's probably no 'supposed to' etc etc but have we considered i like instructions.

[exhuastedpigeon]

Buckxtommy? Eww 🤢🤢 tommy is racist

I wasn't going to answer this because you're clearly a child without the ability to understand that characters, like real people, can grow, but actually I'm going to answer it and it's going to be LONG.

This got really long so I'm putting it under the cut but if you don't want to read it there's the TLDR:

Tommy was, at best, a passive member of the boys club at the 118 when we first meet him and at worst an active member who made Chim and Hen's lives harder when they first joined, but as the shitty people left the 118 and were replaced with less shitty people, Tommy starts to become kinder and more accepting and less of a toxic macho man.

He's friends with Chim and Hen when he leaves the 118. He's been away from the 118 for probably 7-8 years at this point and in that time he has clearly continued to grow.

People can change. People do change. Sometimes it takes meeting new people to spur that change and sometimes it takes a change in scenery. For Tommy it seems to have taken a mix of both to get him to where he is today - a funny, sweet, kind, queer man who is willing to STEAL A HELICOPTER and FLY INTO A FUCKING HURRICANE because someone he worked with for a few years almost a decade ago had a hunch. He believed Hen and Chim. He trusts them and they trust him.

So here's my question anon? Why don't you?

And now for the very long part under the cut...

When we first meet Tommy Kinard in Chimney Begins he is a part of the old boys club that is the LAFD and the 118. He's a person surrounded by shitty people and he adapts and behaves like them.

We don't know much about Tommy, but by the end of the episode he accepts Chim as a teammate and friend because Chim proves himself to Tommy. Do I think you should have to prove yourself to be accepted? No. But i understand the thought process because you're relying on people to have your back and save your life. We also find out Tommy's favorite movie is a romcom - not your typical toxicly masculine answer.

He shows growth in Chimney Begins and I cannot stress this enough, at the end of that episode Chim and Tommy are friends. We don't have an exact date at the end of Chimney Begins, but we can assume based on when Bobby joins and when Hen joins that it was at least a decade prior, if not more to where we are currently in canon.

In Hen Begins Tommy is still a part of the boys club at the 118, but you can see that he (and a lot of the team) don't actually agree with Captain Gerard, but he's their boss. They can't exactly call him out because that puts their own job on the line. You can see Tommy look at Gerard like 'what the fuck' when he calls Hen a "diversity hire" but he doesn't say anything in that moment - Chim does and Gerard brushes him off.

Sal makes a gay joke about Tommy in this episode and Tommy plays it off as a joke because what else is he suppose to do? Tommy looks uncomfortable when Gerard starts going on about female recruitment in the LAFD and him saying/implying that female firefighters aren't as strong, etc. He doesn't say anything, but I ask? Would you be brave enough to risk your job for someone you just met a few months ago?

When Hen gives her big speech Tommy looks back at Chim and sees him nodding. He looks at Chim because (I think) he's reminded of how they treated Chim when he first started. It's Tommy that says Hen's instincts are good after she disobeys orders and goes looking for another victim (who would have died if she hadn't). Tommy and Sal shake her hand and then Tommy pats her on the shoulder and says 'you're good'.

This interaction is both similar to and different from Tommy's 'moment' with Chim. Similar because it seems like Tommy needs new firefighters to prove they can be there before he trusts them and different because the Chim and Tommy moment is framed as the start of a friendship and that moment with Hen and Tommy is framed as the start of a good working relationships.

The next scene is Hen talking to their new interim captain about how her colleagues are impressed with her and how they've filed complaints against Captain Gerard. We can assume that Tommy was one of those colleagues.

Then we get Bobby Begins Again - Tommy is laughing and joking with Hen about how long the new captain will last. Tommy even asks to place a bet on credit and Hen jokingly says he better pay because she knows the bookie.

Tommy is shown to be a part of the team - the Hen and Chim team - on calls. Yes, he's still friends with Sal but he's much less likely to be at Sal's side when Sal makes shitty comments. Tommy even tells Sal to stop when Sal starts going off on Bobby.

The next scene we see Tommy in is him hanging out with Hen and Chim at a bar - when Hen tells them that Bobby didn't fire Sal, he suspended him and found him a new spot, Tommy takes that information and accepts Bobby because he finds out he's a good man and a good captain.

Then we see Tommy, Chim, Hen, and Bobby hanging out, sharing war stories. We even hear Tommy talk about 'scars helping him get women' because he's still not out with the team yet - he's still hiding that part of himself because he isn't ready yet (and because that wasn't a part of the storyline for Tommy at the time).

The rest Tommy's part in Bobby Begins Again is just showing how the 118 is becoming more than just a team - family dinner for example. Tommy smiles and is excited at the idea of 'family dinner'.

When he leaves the 118 Hen and Chim are happy for him and celebrate the move because it's a good career move for him. They even smash his face into the cake!!!

AND THEN in Broken Chim calls Tommy to ask him for a favour. A favour that saves the 118s asses.

That doesn't even touch on the Tommy of today - the Tommy who is brave and kind and trusting and funny. The Tommy that Chim is friends with, that Eddie is now friends with, that Buck has a HUGE crush on.

If you like the Firefam (which I'm hoping you do since they're the main cast of the show) I would hope you also trust their judgement. If they like a character who wasn't great in the past but has grown, we should see that growth and hopefully like them too.

You can dislike Tommy all you want, but don't try to tell me it's because 'he's racist' because that isn't true. He's evolved like people do. We should want more characters like Tommy because they remind us that just because we've done something shitty in the past it doesn't mean we can't grow too.

Anyone who says OOH TOMMY IS A RACIST HOW CAN YOU LIKE HIM clearly doesn't watch the show. Just because his development happened off screen doesn't mean it didn't happen.

#asked and answered #long post #i'm so annoyed at y'all #i went back and watched parts of all three begins eps for this #and YOU CAN SEE THE GROWTH IN EACH OF THEM #911 #tommy kinard

[araminakilla]

Regarding Death Wolf...

Hear me out (NO, it's not the kind you are thinking)

We know Death has a job, right? To collect souls and most likely release them to the afterlife.

And for this job, he has to be there when somebody is about to die, as demostrated with him being there moments before Puss' eight death.

Supposing he is THE Death and he has been doing this since the beginning of time (or at least when there were enough stories of the Grim Reaper to adquire a physical form) that means he has seen a lot, A LOT of awful things.

Murders, suicides, massacres, death of infants, people who didn't deserve to die alone, animal cruelty, some other heavy stuff I won't mention here, etc etc etc.

And we thought "man, how is he able to cope with all of that? That job has to be utter torture for someone."

Probably many of you could think that he is able to do that because he is Death, and he was "born" with that purpose and only him can reap souls perfectly.

But while he is a force of nature, he also WAS a force of nature. Let me explain it well: He adquired a personality enough to be angry, excited, frustrated, amazed, happy, among other emotions.

While he has supernatural power and is most likely the most powerful being in the Shrek Franchise (or in Dreamworks as many say) he is also a PERSON.

Someone with a code of honor, morals, opinions, beliefs, etc.

Returning to the question "How can he bear all of that?" taking into account he is no longer an inevitable force, but a character of his own.

The answer is something you may relate to, and that is: Creativity and escapism.

To be the embodiment of Death, the guy is a very creative fella.

First of all, his design. I heard many people saying here and in Twitter that his design is something they would come up in their edgy, teen years of drawing their first fursona.

Guess what? They are right, the wolf form is someone's fursona. It's DEATH'S fursona. He clearly came up with this badass, piercing canine form to blend with the Fairy Tale Land assuming the form of the "Big Bad Wolf". He most likely had other forms he designed over the centuries and was able to present as them like if he were on a role play game in the living world.

His sickles? The weapon of choice with the little crossed cats on it to have a bigger effect of terror for Puss? Those who can become knuckles and join to create a scythe? Those are his creation, probably after thinking it for a while and writing all of those functions on a paper.

The way he presents himself? In the bar? The coins in his eyes as a "watching you" sign while being a cool reference to the Ferryman of souls? He transforming Perrito's forest into the background of a skull? The chilling reveal at the Cave of Lost Souls? The fire ring? It was all him.

As for the escapism part...

When the world becomes too heavy to deal with as real life issues tend to make us feel bad, depressed, angry... we tend to escape it somewhere. And in our time the common place would be the internet as in webpages or comics, stories, etc.

But what has to do with Death Wolf you may ask?

Well, while he would NEVER be able to escape his job entirely, he can have moments where he can enjoy a good hunt of people who don't appreciate life, like the whole plot of the Puss in Boots sequel could demostrate.

He managed to have a little time outside his eternal routine to chase an arrogant cat who took life for granted. He enjoyed it, it was thrilling, it was exciting.

It was a way to escape a monotonous, grim "life", if just for a short moment.

So, when the chase ended as his prey no longer feared him and now was ready to fight for his last life, the wolf retreats, happy for Puss' character development but resigned because he once again had to return to "The Eternal Duty"

And that's not even counting all the times Jack "I'm dead inside" Horner had to interrupt Lobo's hunt and remind him of his job even in his "spare time"

Death knew the chase had to end eventually, but he didn't want it to end.

He didn't want to return to his own world

And if we look at Death like that, then he is probably one of the most relatable characters Dreamworks has ever make.

In the Shrek Franchise:

Monsters can be loved

Princesses don't have to fit the perfect standards of beauty

Handsome guys can be possesive jerks

Love at first sight doesn't work like one would think

Happily ever afters had to be built and not just obtain them with magic

And Death is the most creative and "full of life" being in the world

Because he would absolutely go crazy with his life/work if he wasn't.

Because in a world of Kings, Poets and Soldiers, he's the Supreme King

And he's also a perky goth but none of you are ready for that conversation.

#100% sure that if Tumblr was a thing in the Shrekverse... #Death would have an account #puss in boots #puss in boots 2 #pib #pib 2 #pibtlw #pib the last wish #puss in boots the last wish #the last wish #death wolf #death the wolf #lobo muerte #pib lobo #puss in boots lobo #puss in boots wolf #pib wolf #pib death #puss in boots death #puss in boots analysis #character analysis #escapism #creativity #shrek #dreamworks shrek #dreamworks #this is probably the discovery of the decade #or the stupidest thing I ever wrote on this website

[ftmtftm]

Do you really think its more plausable that a TERF knows the specific details of the Baeddel discourse so well that they can craft the perfect copypasta that refrences all the nuances of internal trans discourse (which I'm sorry but they don't really understand anything about our community) in such a way as to be the maximum level of offensive to the other side than the alternative, that there exists on this site a trans man capable of sexually harassing trans women who disagree with him? I

Are all trans mascs sexual harassers? obviously not. Are you responsible for that guy's actions in any way? No not at all. But I find the inistance that any sexual misconduct or transmisogyny purported to be from a trans masc is an outsider troll to be very off putting from the perspective of a trans woman. I think there is a problem of trans women being treated like sex objects by the broader trans community, (enby's trans mascs etc). The problem will never be resolved if we can't even aknowledge it exists without getting shouted down.

Yes actually because that is what Radfems on Tumblr do and have done and will continue to do for literally the entire time I've been on Tumblr.

Just being completely clear - I mentioned this already but to be extra extra clear - It was not even my original idea that it was probably a Radfem and I've directly said that. I honestly thought it was probably one of the trans guys that white knights extremely hard against the idea of transandrophobia trying to cause shit because of the typing style.

It was in fact my trans fem ex-gf and current very close friend who I still live with, who suggested to me that she thought it was a Radfem. And you know?

Her reasoning combined with my experiences with TERFs actively trying to recruit my friends and I into Radical Feminism because we're actively Feminist trans mascs - it would make a ton of sense.

You have probably not experienced this because you are not a trans masc, but there is absolutely a subgroup of Radfems on this website that try very hard to learn about trans infighting as a way to target trans mascs for recruitment.

Trans masculine people have HUGE targets on our back for Radfem recruitment on this website. It's something I've literally personally seen people fall into and detransition for. Radblr actively loves to target vulnerable, politically vocal trans mascs as recruitment targets, especially doing so by trying to pit us against each other, especially by trying to pit us and trans women against each other.

It's scary as hell. It's also not a new thing by any means. Like, "This has been happening consistently at least since 2015" level of not a new thing. So, I've learned to become very aware of it because I'm a trans masc who is a Feminist advocate who actively studies the history and tactics of Radical Feminism in order to protect myself and other trans people from it.

I'm also sorry, but there was literally an anon like that that went around trans masculine blogs a few months ago. Exactly the same premise but flipped in a "transandrodorks need to be fixed by being impregnated with girlcock" kind of deal. There was an almost immediate "we need to assume this isn't actually a trans fem and assume that it is a troll" response both internally and externally. If any of us had assumed it was actually a trans fem in the same way and projected our pain at trans fems in the same way this is getting projected onto trans mascs...? Could you imagine? The double standard would be insane.

I know this is something coming from a place of our own hurt, but where the hell was any of our support during that? What were we supposed to do besides assume that it was probably a troll? Like those are hypotheticals without real answers, but come on? You know?

Of course anything is possible. No one knows who that anon actually was. And it is an issue the way trans women are sexualized by the community, especially right now on Tumblr. It deserves to be addressed. But not in the weeds like this.

I believe what I believe based on what I know and the thoughts and feelings of people I trust. You can dislike that, you can even disagree with that, but a stranger coming into my askbox with a condescending tone isn't really going to contest my lived experiences or the shared opinion of someone I've known for the better part of a decade that easily.

#asks #ununitednations

[xcaptain-winterx]

Requests are open you say? How about Steve Rogers having a huge crush on the new recruit (reader) and being very awkward in trying to pursue her

Be a man

Steve Rogers x reader

summary: above

warnings: fluff, awkwardness, shy Steve, cum

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.

Part 2

Main Masterlist Steve Rogers Masterlist

Steven Grant Rogers also known as the hero Captain America. Fought against Hydra and their leader Red Skull, his brainwashed best friend, Ultron, his own team and even Thanos. You would think that Americas golden boy is unstoppable, that nothing can stop him.

You’re wrong.

See, Steve has years of experience in fighting due to the fact that he’s over a hundred years old and fought in World War Two. The only thing he doesn’t know about, or to be more specific, doesn’t have any experience with, is the opposite sex. Steve has never been on a date or had a real first kiss. Ok, yeah, he kissed Peggy and Natasha once, but that meant nothing. God, he’s still a virgin.

To sum it up, Steve is an awkward bean around women. He doesn’t always show it obviously, but ask him something not work related with a flirty smile, and he starts to sweats like a polar bear in the desert.

Steve always thought that he was going to be able to talk to ‘the girl’ once he saw her, that he will have no problem to communicate with her.

He thought wrong.

Steve is in the training room, punching the punching bag until it falls off again. He was supposed to be training with Sam, but he hasn’t shown up. So far, Sam always showed up or at least texted him if something came in between and he couldn’t make it. Steve stops hitting the punching bag and goes over to the bench where his phone is laying. He picks it up and swipes it open, seeing that he didn’t receive any text message from Sam.

It’s not normal for Sam to be late, so Steve decides that he’s going to look for Sam. He puts his phone in his pocket and walks out of the gym, in the direction of the living area.

As he walks down the hallway Bucky crosses his path, “Hey pal, have you seen Sam”, Steve asks.

“No, but I can imagine he’s talking to the new recruits, telling them something about teamwork makes the dream work, or some other shit”, Bucky says, mimicking Sam’s voice.

Steve’s brows furrow; what new recruits? Steve heard nothing about new recruits. “I don’t know anything about new recruits?”

“Transferred from a SHIELD base in Germany, I think. Sam will probably force us to introduce us to them”, Bucky says. Steve knows that it’s hard for Bucky to talk or communicate with new and many people at once, but he knows that he’s trying his best. Since he began going to therapy, his old self made more and more of an appearance, and Bucky feels a lot better in general even though it’s hard sometimes. He’s proud of Bucky. He’s trying his best.

“Better we do it now than later. Come on, Buck”, Steve says, patting his shoulder, and pulling him with him.

Bucky lets out a chuckle, “Ok”.

Both super soldiers walk towards the meeting rooms, thinking they might be there when Bucky suddenly stops walking. Steve looks at Bucky, silently questioning why he stopped. Bucky reads Steve’s facial expression before pointing towards the end of the hallway, “found him”.

Steve follows Buckys finger and sees Sam. Sam is not alone, he’s with a woman. A beautiful woman. A goddess.

Bucky sees Steve’s face heating up. “You good, pal?” he asks with a teasing voice. Steve doesn’t answer him, to lost in the woman’s beauty next to Sam. Bucky snaps his fingers in front of Steve’s face, trying to get him back to reality, but it doesn’t work.

Lost in thoughts, or to be more specific the woman, Steve doesn’t see how Sam noticed them too, and is calling them over.

“Steve!”

Steve comes back to reality when Sam calls him for the third time. Bucky laughs at Steve’s confused puppy stare, looking like he just woke up from a coma without any knowledge of what happened before. It gets worse as they see how Sam and the woman are now walking towards them. Bucky feels Steve panicking next to him. “Hey Steve, calm down, ok?” Bucky whispers to him.

“Mhm”, Steve answers, not being able to form any words. Sam and the Woman getting closer and closer to them.

“Remember, we just introduce ourselves” Bucky tries to calm him down, his own anxiety leaving and instead focusing on helping his friend, “You can do this. Just remember to think and talk at the same time, and don’t just stare at her”. If his friend wasn’t looking like a dead fish Bucky would’ve really enjoyed this moment. Him helping his friend talk to a woman like he did back in the 40s, but nothing about Steve’s current problem is funny. Well, maybe the fact that he for real looks like a dead fish.

“Ok” Steve says.

“Ok”

“Ok”

“You can do this, Steve”

“Ok”

And the woman gets closer and closer.

Steve begins to murmur what he wants to say, making Bucky look nervously at him.

The woman and Sam are now almost completely by them as Steve suddenly says, “I need to finish the mission report”, before sprinting the other direction.

“Hey, why did Steve-“ Sam can’t finish because Bucky is already sprinting after Steve, leaving him and the woman utterly confused. “BUCKY!”

Sam puts his hands on his hips, “normally they are not like this, ok? They probably just remembered to take their anti-aging cream”. He turns to you, “Super soldiers, you know”.

You smile as Sam claps your shoulders and says, “how about I show you the training room?”. You nod, letting him lead you to the training room.

Meanwhile, Steve is sprinting towards his room, looking like a gazelle who’s running away from a predator. Steve thought he could talk to her, but no.

Once he reaches his room, he locks the door, and then just stands there, staring at the locked door; what just happened? He begins to hyperventilate like how his pre serum self did when he had an asthma attack. The room feels like it’s shrinking. Steve feels small and scared. Just the sight of the woman made him with a snap of a finger feel like his weak 40s self before the serum. Back when no one liked him.

While Steve is having a panic attack, Bucky is running towards Steve’s room. Bucky started running after him some seconds after he sprinted away, and normally Bucky would’ve caught up to him, but Steve’s panic and the super soldier serum made it a bit difficult. Luckily, Bucky knows Steve like no one else and knows that he’s hiding in his room.

“Steve?” Bucky asks, knocking on the door. “You good, pal? Can I come in?”. He waits, but no answer comes, so he tries opening the door but it’s locked.

Bucky sighs, “Steve, let me in”.

On the other side, Steve is debating if he should let his best friend in. His debating goes too long for Bucky though because the next thing Steve hears is Bucky saying ‘Friday unlock the door’, and the door opens.

Bucky walks in, seeing a teared eyed Steve who’s breathing fast and heavy. Bucky strikes over to him and pulls him slowly down to the floor, sitting face to face with each other. He takes his hand and puts it on his heart, “Steve, hey. Focus on me. Focus on my heartbeat. You feel mine?” Bucky says, putting his other hand on Steve’s heart, feeling how his heart is still beating fast. “Steve, focus on my heartbeat”.

Steve looks at his friend and tries to focus on his heart. He closes his eyes, only trying to listen to Bucky’s heartbeat. “Yeah, I feel it”.

Bucky gives him a smile, “ok, good”.

They sit in silent for a few minutes, Steve’s heart beating now slower and his breaths coming out normally.

Bucky waits until Steve’s heartbeat is fully back to normal before asking “better?”.

Steve nods, “I didn’t think we would have had to use that method on me”, he says chuckling.

This calming method showed Bucky’s therapist, Steve. She told him that it would help Bucky calm down when he’s having a panic attack, and it did in fact help. The night after she explained it to him, Bucky woke up from a nightmare and started to panic. Steve’s room is right next to him, so he heard his friend’s panic. He tried the method that night and it worked perfectly. It took some while until Bucky calmed down, but it was way faster than without the method, and Bucky was able to fall asleep again after.

To other people, this method may look a bit weird, but it calms his best friend down, so who cares? It’s also no surprise that Steve is the only one allowed to do this method. Sam once tried it and Bucky punched him in his face when he put his hand on his chest. Sam left the room angrily and annoyed with a broken bloody nose. Bucky punched him with his metal arm. He thought Sam was in danger that second and in a state of danger he uses his metal arm. Bucky apologized to Sam though, and he truly felt bad and sorry. Sam instantly forgave him though, he knows it wasn’t his intention.

At least not in that situation.

Bucky even ‘baked’ Sam some brownies. Well, more like bought some Brownies and said he baked them. Sam knew he didn’t, but said nothing and just enjoyed eating some good, tasteless brownies with a smile on his face.

“Well, we didn’t think you would ever run away from a girl”.

Steve sighs, “Yeah. Back then, they would run away from me. Now it’s me running away”

“Why did you?”

Steve shakes his head. “I don’t know. I got scared I guess?”.

When Steve looks at Bucky again, he comes to face with a blank stare. It kinda reminds him of Bucky’s winter soldier stare. If they weren’t having an emotional and serious conversation, Steve would’ve been actually concerned that something happened that made Bucky go into Winter Soldier mindset.

Bucky scares Steve when he suddenly jumps up, “You know what” he pulls Steve up, almost making him fall over “You will have that girl”.

“Huh?” he asks, confused.

“Or just someone”.

He doesn’t like the thought of Bucky helping him. Bucky was a true player back then, a gentleman, but a player.

“I help you talk to women. I can do that. I did that a hundred years ago” he stops when he realizes “fucking hell, that’s a long time ago”.

Steve scowls, “Language, Buck”.

“Sorry”.

“I get that you’re trying to help me, and I appreciate that” Steve takes a deep breath before continuing, “but I can’t”

“Why?” Bucky asks crossing his arms, standing like an angry parent.

“I just can’t, ok? Also, colleges are not allowed to be in a romantic relationship”.

“Then look for someone else. There’s this woman named Leah. She works at my favorite sushi place and I heard-“

“I don’t want someone else!”

Bucky raises an eyebrow, a teasing grin on his face. “Ohhhh, so you want her. Ok, Steven. I see you”. He winks at Steve as he groans.

“I didn’t say that. I just-ugh, I like her, but-there’s not gonna be anything between us” he tries to give his best friend a reassuring smile, but knowingly fails. “You can ask Leah out”, Steve tries changing the topic.

“No, she’s not my type”.

Bucky knows that Steve won’t stop having a crush on the new recruit. It took Steve a hundred years to get over Peggy. He was still in love with her even after being unfrozen. Now imagine he’s thinking about the new recruit until he dies. Bucky doesn’t want that. God, he was honestly happy when Peggy passed. That woman was like a snake slithering her way into his friends heart only to poison it. He didn’t like her from the second she interrupted Steve and his conversation. Dumb Bitch.

He wants his friend to be happy. He wants to be an uncle. He hopes Steve will get himself together and talk to her.

“Ok. Whatever you say”, Bucky says, patting him on his shoulder. They continue talking, but this time about what movie they are going to watch for their ‘we need to learn about cinematic history’ movie night. While talking, Bucky’s mind continues to wander back to their original conversation, and about the fact that Steve doesn’t want some dating teaching from him. In all honesty, he’s slightly hurt by that.

He could still help him somehow, though.

It’s been a week now since he saw the new recruit and he’s been trying to avoid any situation that could lead to him seeing her. Steve knows it sounds silly, but he’s scared of her. Scared of seeing her. Scared of her seeing him. He hasn’t been training for a week. Steve knows the chances are high that she will be there. The only sort of trying he did this week was going for a run. Alone.

Sam noticed a change in Steve. Everybody did. Steve was never a huge extrovert and now he’s such an introvert. He doesn’t even eat with them anymore because she could be there, or just walk past them eating.

Today he needs to be brave, though. Bucky asked him to train together because he’s the only good match for him. Bucky told him that winning against Sam slowly starts to get boring, and that Steve needs to train again. Cardio is good, but Steve needs to do more.

After trying to convince Bucky that they can also train outside or anywhere else than the training room, he knew from Bucky’s reaction that it’s not gonna happen. So now he’s on his way to meet Bucky in the training room.

To say Steve is nervous is an understatement, he’s almost shitting his pants.

Bucky assured him they would have the room for themselves and Steve just hopes that that’s true.

Steve walks into the gym and surprisingly sees no one. No Bucky. Steve was already late because he was nervous, so it confuses him why Bucky isn’t here. He looks at the clock on the wall and sees that he’s sixteen minutes late, meaning Bucky is to late too.

“Maybe he’s still asleep”, Steve tells himself. Technically, he would be happy that Bucky is able to sleep, but it’s the first time since a week that he’s training and last time, Sam already didn’t come.

He is just about to go to Bucky’s room when he hears a soft voice.

“Well, it’s only seven in the morning”.

Steve turns around and freezes.

It’s the woman

Oh, no no no no no

“Every normal person would be asleep at this time”.

Steve is unable to speak, he’s just staring at her. Not even blinking, just staring.

She looks at him with a smile, waiting for an answer, or just something.

When Steve realizes that she’s waiting for an answer, he clears his throat. “Yeah, uhm-I uh, I mean he likes to sleep-uh- he can’t sleep that much and-uhm yeah. He normally only uhm-sleeps with me- Wait not like that-uh I mean, he just likes to sleep with me-no. He uhm, he sleeps better with-me-uhm because I’m a good sleep partner- no, I just-uhm. IM NOT GAY”.

Steve looks at her with wide eyes. He knows he just made a fool of himself, so he tries to save himself.

Tries.

“There’s obviously nothing wrong with liking-uhm men, but I’m not like that. Yeah, uhm I hate men- wait not hate men, I like them, but platonic like ha ha. I like woman. But I’m not a relationship-I uhm”, he doesn’t want to look like he is desperate for a relationship. She could think that he’s trying to ‘hit on her’. He believes that what it’s called, but you can never trust Tony. “I’m not into relationship- uhm, the romantic, uh, kind-just the other kind”

Now she looks at him with wide eyes. The only other non-relationship kind she can think of is the sexual one. She can’t believe that Captain Rogers, the golden boy, is such a man. The worst part is that Steve doesn’t understand what he just said and instead looks at her with a nervous smile. Poor boy thought it sounded more like normal relationship, platonic kind. It didn’t, though.

“You do you, I guess” she says, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. She didn’t think her first time meeting Captain America would be like this.

Steve sees that she’s not comfortable or at least confused by what he’s saying. Maybe she doesn’t like his answer.

So he continues to try to fix this conversation.

“I uhm I would like a relationship-with someone-uh I want to-“ he can’t say dancing, that sounds boring. He needs to come up with something that everyone does these days. Something that she would probably like “do Netflix and chill”.

Steve needs to get better at telling when he can trust Tony and when not.

“Oh, uhm” she doesn’t know what to say “that’s nice I guess”.

Right now, Steve would rather fight against HYDRA than talk to her. He can feel how he’s sweating. And if that already isn’t bad enough, he starts to really look at her. Oh boy.

She’s wearing tight black leggings with a matching black sport bra. She must’ve been already training for a while because he sees some drops of sweat on her chest area, running to her cleavage. Steve is directly looking at her cleavage, not taking his eyes off it.

He doesn’t notice that he’s looking at it, well, that he’s so obviously looking at it.

She puts her left hand on her right shoulder, acting like she’s massaging it, and not like she’s trying to cover her chest.

Steve’s eyes move to hers, and it only takes three seconds until realization hits him.

“Shit!” he screams, making her jump “oh, I’m sorry I didn’t want to scare you-I uhm, and I didn’t want to stare at your you know-chest. Not because they are not pretty, they are-NO Uhmmm, they uh. It’s just”.

Steve stops talking when the door opens and Bucky walks in with a smile on his face “Language, Steve. Good morning you two”. At least someone is having one.

“Morning”, she says, smiling at his best friend before walking away to lift some weight. Deep down they are both happy that Bucky saved them from the awkward situation, though, Steve is also sad because he wanted to talk to her, to have a chance, but he failed.

Bucky smiles after her, then turns to Steve. “Hey Steve, how are you?”

“You knew, didn’t you” Steve almost spats, his voice echoing throughout the training room. He turns around and sees how she is looking at them.

He quickly turns back around, facing Bucky, who just gives him an innocent smile. “What do you mean Steve?”. Bucky knows that Steve can’t say anything about that, due to the fact that she can hear everything they are saying.

Steve glares at him, grinding his teeth. “That you would be late”, he lies.

“Yeah”.

Steve wants to scream, but he can’t “why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, his veins showing.

“I texted you, Punk”, Bucky says as he walks over to get a punching bag.

Steve frowns; Bucky didn’t text him. He pulls out his phone.

Love❤️‍🔥- I’ll be a bit late

Send one minute ago

Steve cringes as he sees the name Tony and Sam saved Bucky on his phone. He would rather want Punk with that heart. Platonic style. He doesn’t know how to change it, though.

“Didn’t you see my message?” Bucky gives him a fake questioning expression. A teasing one.

“I must have missed it”, Steve says in a monotone voice “I mean it says you send it a minute ago. Bucky”.

“Oh, you know. The signal is quite bad here”

Steve closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Yeah, Bucky. You would’ve thought that Tony would’ve already handled it”.

Bucky snickers “Yeah”.

“Yeah”.

Bucky walks with the bag over his shoulder towards a hook to hang the bag on. He turns to look at Steve, a grin on his face when his eyes move to look behind Steve.

“Hey, how about you help her, Steve~”, Bucky says loudly.

Steve follows his eyes and sees how the recruit is struggling with moving some weights out of her way, so she can put the bench there to do some bench presses.

She looks at them and gives them a shy smile. “That would be kinda nice”.

Steve looks back at Bucky, panic in his eyes. Bucky gives him a big smile that says ‘yes’.

It’s time, it’s time to shine, Steve. He can do that, he can easily lift that.

‘Ok, Steve. Pull your ass cheeks together and help her’ he thinks to himself as he walks towards her. He stops in front of her, getting lost in her eyes for a second. This time he snaps back quickly though and moves the weights away.

“Thank you, Captain Rogers”, she says, his back still towards her.

“Mhm” he can’t bring out a single word. Instead of turning back to her, he sorts the weights, so she doesn’t see him blushing. “You-You’re welcome”.

He hears her getting on the bench and takes that as his cue to leave.

“Hey, Steve!”

Please, don’t Bucky.

“You should help her. Stay behind her to make sure that her arms don’t give in”

Steve doesn’t turn around this time. He can hear how she doesn’t lift any weight, meaning she is looking at them.

“Yeah, I uhm would, but- mission reports. I need to finish the mission report”, Steve lies “important stuff you know. Not like helping her isn’t important, but yeah. Avenger stuff is important….”.

It’s that second that Bucky realizes that Steve is the worst person in admitting his crush he ever met. The best friend he is, he needs to help him. “Oh, I already did them for you”.

Great, now Steve’s lie is a lie. Thank you, Bucky.

“No, I don’t think you did”, he tries to save himself “They were on my desk this morning, unfinished”

Good job, Steve.

“I did them this morning. We were on the same mission, Steve. Only one of us needs to do them” Bucky says, punching the bag “I send you a message”.

“No, you didn’t-“ he looks at his phone to see a message from Bucky.

Love❤️‍🔥-already did the mission report.

Send a minute ago.

Bucky knows Steve like the back of his hand. He knew what excuses he would use to try to flee the scene. A laugh almost leaves his mouth as he sees the face Steve is making. God, he missed teasing him.

“I thought you were asleep”.

“No, I wanted to finish it. You’ve been quite stressed the past week, and I wanted to lift some weight of your shoulders”.

“Thanks, James”.

The tension between them is noticeable. So noticeable that the recruit is more uncomfortable than when she was alone with Steve.

She gets their attention when she walks past them to grab her water bottle. “Have fun training”

“You already leaving?” Steve asks disappointed, sad that she’s leaving.

“Yeah, I’ve already been training before you both came. Also, I need to find Sam. He promised to show me the rest of the compound. I only saw half of the facility so far and don’t want to get lost at some point”, she says. So far she didn’t get lost because the most important areas were already introduced to her, but it’s better to know the whole compound. “Bye” she waves them before opening the door and walking through it.

No one says anything until the door closes. Bucky is the first to break the silence, “wow”.

“I know you did that on purpose!”

“I was trying to make you talk to her” he grabs his shoulder “I just want to help you. She’s a beautiful woman-“

“Hey!”

“See” Bucky says, “you’re jealous when I just say that she’s pretty. You have a crush on that girl, Steve”.

Steve sighs in defeat. “Ok, maybe”.

“I KNEW IT” Bucky screams, jumping like a little kid on Christmas morning “FUCK YES, STEVE”

“Language”

He stops jumping and looks at him. “You will get that girl. I promise” Bucky looks like he’s about to cry “oh my god, you’re all grown up”.

Steve lets out a slight laugh. It’s almost ridiculous how happy Bucky is that there’s a girl that he kinda likes. It reminds him of how they talked about their futures when they were little. They talked about carriers and family, and how they will be called uncle Steve and uncle Bucky by their best friends kids.

“Are you crying?” he asks, seeing Bucky wipe his eye.

“Pfff, no”.

Oh, he’s definitely crying.

“Calm down, Bucky. Just because I like her doesn’t mean that she likes me”.

“Yeah, because you’re just an Avenger, the symbol of America, a super soldier, owner of America’s ass-“

“Ok, I get it”. Steve isn’t dumb, he knows that people know him, that he’s quite famous; god he sounds like Tony. All this doesn’t make him the most liked person in the world, though, and not everyone fall for him. Not just because he has blond hair and some women like dark hair, or he is to old schooled and doesn’t know every new show on Netflix, or women are not into him because they hate male genitals and prefer women’s….parts. The shield only shows what he shows the world and not the people he cares about. He doesn’t show his emotional side with all his flaws.

“You like her, right” Bucky asks, knowing the answer.

“Yes, of course, but-“

“Then you will go to her and tell her that”. Bucky claps his hands. “You will tell her how much you like her. You will take her dancing and to the movies. Understand?”

“Yes, Sargent” Steve smiles.

“I know she’s the one. You will propose to her at sunset and give me some nephews and nieces”. Steve laughs at Bucky’s hyper fixation about his crush. Both of them are acting like two teenage girls.

“A uncle to Steve Jr’s and….uhm…what’s her name again”

“……”

“………..”

“……………”

“………you don’t know her name?”

“no, not really”. Well, that’s awkward.

“Oh my god, Steve”, Bucky is regretting his decision to help his friend “how about we start with you introducing yourself?”

“Bucky, please don’t do anything stupid”, Steve pleads. He doesn’t want Bucky to give him to much pressure. The thought of Bucky trapping them in a closet scares him, or him basically throwing him against her.

Bucky just looks at him confused. “You will do something stupid. I’m here to prevent that from happening”.

“Promise?”

“Promise” Bucky says showing Steve his hands “I swear on Sam’s life”.

Steve smile slowly falls and Bucky corrects himself “ok, I swear on uhm, your life”.

“I guess that’s ok”

Since then Bucky’s been on the mission ‘get a sister-in-law’, with no luck though. He thought being a wingman would be easier, but it’s not. Definitely not. Or he has just a bad person that he needs to help.

So far Steve had like four times eye contact, spoke two sentences in two conversations. The one sentence only being two words.

The best try so far was when Steve was in the kitchen, reading the newspaper, when she came and asked him if he could move a bit so she can get to the fridge, and Steve said ‘yes’. He said something, made eye contact, didn’t walk away and didn’t stutter. He didn’t even sweat! Steve did this on his own without him and for that he needs an applause.

And the worst try was when he was ‘forced’ to train with her.

“You can do this Steve”, Bucky whispers to Steve before giving him a pat on the shoulder and pushing him towards the mat.

Steve still hasn’t introduced himself yet, so Bucky thought it would be a good opportunity to see the skills of the new recruits and to train with them. Surprisingly, Steve is now sparring against his crush, the woman they still don’t know the name of.

Steve walks on the mat, giving a quick look over his shoulder to see Bucky giving him a thumbs up.

He takes a deep breath before saying, “Ok, come at me”.

To say he’s impressed is an understatement. He’s fascinated by her skills, by the way she moves with such grace. Instead of directly coming at him and trying to punch him, she moves around him. She does that the whole time, dodging every single move of him while he tries to land a hit on her, well, more like pinch her. He wouldn’t hurt her. Ever.

At some point Steve finally manages to get a hold of her, but she is quicker and kicks his one leg away and then uses his arms to lift her up and wrap her legs around his neck, bringing him down. Steve is now on the mat with her legs around his neck, her directly hovering over his face. Steve doesn’t know why, but he’s not complaining about this position.

He gets himself back together and uses his legs to his lower back of the mat and makes a roll, so now she’s on the mat, with him in between her legs.

Steve can be lucky that most of the recruits are already doing their own thing because this is not a professional normal work position. Sam, who just walked in, stopped next to Bucky when he sees the scene. He looks at Bucky and sees how he’s directly looking at where Steve’s face is.

“Stop doing your creepy eye thing”, Sam tells him, but Bucky simply ignores him. Sam is about to say something when he hears a loud slam, and sees her on top of Steve, straddling his hips “oh”.

This scene doesn’t last long though because Steve flips them around, now straddling her hips and pinning her arms above her head. She tries to move around under him, successfully. Her back towards and is about to use her knees to make him fall off. Steve thinks quicker though and flips them again. Her back against his chest and his back against the floor. He wraps his legs around each of her legs, making her unable to move them, while he wraps his arms around her neck, taking her in a headlock. She tries to wiggle away, but can’t.

She taps his arm, signaling him that he won. Steve lets her go, softly lifting her arm to help her up, and then getting up after her.

“Everything ok?” he asks, wanting to make sure that he didn’t hurt her in some kind. That would definitely make admitting his feelings harder.

“Yes”, she smiles at him, panting slightly, “thank you, Captain Rogers, for training with me”. The smile she gives him is a true, generous smile. Steve doesn’t see how Sam and Bucky are exchanging scared looks.

“Y-You don’t need to tank me”, Steve says. Now it’s the time to introduce himself; he can do it. He takes a deep breath before continuing. “And you can call me S-“

He gets pulled away by Bucky, forcefully getting pushed against his chest. Steve looks Bucky confused into his eyes as Bucky pulls him with him behind the corner, out of sight of her, with Sam walking next to them. All the way to behind the corner Bucky keeps Steve against him, while Sam blogs other from seeing Steve’s side.

“What are you doing? I was just about to introduce myself”

Sam looks at him with wide eyes. “Yeah, something else was also about to introduce himself” and points to Steve’s crotch.

Steve looks down and sees what Sam is talking about.

For the first time, the golden boy is having a boner. A huge one. The serum really did make everything bigger.

“Oh, no no no no” Steve goes.

“Hey, it’s ok” Bucky tries calming him down “it’s uhm normal”

“Yeah, you know how many boners I had in my life”, Sam continues.

“See, even Sam thinks so. Did you ever notice how often I had when we were out with some girls, or just when I was thinking about one”, Bucky continues, Sam nodding his head the whole time. Both giving Steve a smirk. “You have them everywhere. In the shower, during work, in bed, I even had them when we had a sleepover”.

“Oh my god” Steve hates talking about that. He doesn’t know what’s worst, talking about women things or about men and their boners. “I had it in front of her, in front of everyone” he cries out.

Sam pats his shoulder. “No one saw it”

“You did!”.

“Because we watched both of you”, Sam assures him. “The others did their own thing, and she looked in your eyes, man. Not what’s below Captain America’s waist”

“Maybe she felt it though”, Bucky says.

“Bucky!”

“Your not helping, man”, Sam shrugs and looks down “ok, maybe she did because you know, it’s not small”

“See, Wilson! You agree”

Steve had never been this embarrassed in his entire life. He covers his erection with his hands, but it only makes it more obvious. He’s trying to cover his boner while his two best friends are talking about his penis size and how often they get a boner. He wants to dig himself a grave.

“Guys!” Steve whisper screams, getting their attention back. “I need to get rid of it”.

“Of your giant boner?”

“Yeas, Sam. What else is there to get rid of?” Steve says. Bucky slaps Sam on the back of his head, with no context at all. “What was that for, Bucky?”

He shrugs “I know you would like to do that, but are too nice to actually do it”. Steve just wanted to have a nice day where he maybe finally managed to speak to the woman of his dreams, but no, everything had to go like shit. “What do I do?”.

Sam and Bucky look at each other before letting out an obvious loud breath of air. They turn to Steve. “Well, you could try to calm down” Sam says, and Bucky continues “or you could, you know, help yourself out”.

“No!” Steve doesn’t even want to imagine helping himself out. The simple thought disgusts him and he feels an incredible feeling of shame.

Steve shakes his head at them. “Tell me something, that helps uhm, the problem”.

“Remember when your mom caught us looking through her drawers and spanked you”.

“….”

“….”

“….”

“Are you getting harder?” Sam asks, looking at his now slightly bigger boner.

“N-no” Steve pushes with all might on his boner to get it down “s-say something else”. He begs his friends for help.

Bucky looks hopeless “I don’t know what to say to get her off of your mind”. Steve wants to say something when Sam holds up his hands.

“Hold up, her off of your mind” he says looking at Steve, “so it wasn’t just because you got a bit close to her”. The smirk on his face is huge, a teasing one.

Steve groans out of frustration and pain.

“You know, I could see you together”, Sam goes, giving him a thump up.

“I know, but he’s too afraid to ask her. He couldn’t even introduce himself”.

“You didn’t introduce yourself to y/n?”

Steve looks at him and repeats her name softly. Y/n. Your name sound like an angel, a page out of the Bible that you worship and say as a pray. He would do that. Say your name like it’s a holy prayer. He wants to say your name again again and again. Whispering your name in your ear as you slowly share a kiss.

“Shit” Bucky says. He thought that Steve’s boner couldn’t get any bigger, but he was wrong. So wrong. It’s now almost twice as big as before. “Sam, why did you say that?!”

“I didn’t know this was going to happen! I just said her name. I didn’t think he would get hard because of a name”.

“Well, he did!”

They hear people coming into the training room. A lot by the sound of their talking. At least fifteen entered the room. Now you add them three, plus y/n and plus the seven recruits that were already in here. That makes twenty-six people. Two, Sam and Bucky, already saw Steve’s boner.

“Guys!” Steve screams “what do I do?!”, hiding more in the corner.

“Obviously getting her out of your head doesn’t work”.

“How about you stay in front of me while I walk out”.

Both shake their head “they would see you though and stare at you. Also, there are too many. You wouldn’t make it out unnoticed”.

“What if I wait until they leave”.

“Steve, they will eventually walk to this corner when they get more weights, and then see you”

Steve looks hopeless. “Bring me some pants that- I don’t know, doesn’t show my you know”.

“Steve…nothing can hide that boner”, Sam says “there is only one option”.

“What?”

“you could…help yourself out, Steve”

“No”

“Steve, please”

“No”

“Pal, listen-“

“No, Bucky. I can’t do that. I can’t just touch my…member…and..bring myself pleasure”, Steve hates talking about it. “How am I even suppose to do it?!”

“You take your dick in your hand and hold it tight, then you start to move your hand up and down. Personally, I would advise you to do it fast but-“

“I meant where!” he covers his ears trying to forget what Bucky just said. Though he learned something new. “I can’t just do it here, it would..spill”

Sam looks around until he sees something that could help “take this to collect your sperms”. He shows Steve an empty probably by someone forgotten water bottle.

“But-“ Steve knows that this is the only way and that he should accept it, but he doesn’t want to “fine”.

“I wait around the corner so no one walks over here, while Bucky makes sure you don’t get a heart attack” Sam says, winking before walking around the corner. Bucky gives Steve a slight smile before turning around. He doesn’t need to see his best friend Masturbate.

Surprisingly, Steve isn’t that loud. Sam only heard him once or twice a bit louder. One time he was screaming Bucky’s name because he turned around for a second.

Sam walks over to them when Bucky gives him a thump up. Steve is sitting on the floor, panting heavenly. Next to him, a completely full to the top water bottle. Or more like cum bottle.

“Congratulations on your first orgasm, Steve”

They are on their way out now, happy that Steve doesn’t have a big gun in his pants anymore.

“Hey, Sam”

Fuck

“Hey, Y/n” Sam smiles, while Steve panics. He’s drenched in sweat and is holding a bottle of his own cum.

You smile at Bucky and Steve too. You look at Steve and see how he looks like he’s in pain and completely drenched. “Are you ok, Captain Rogers?”.

Bucky and Sam quickly cover him up. “Oh yeah, he’s fine, he just-“

“Is hungry!”

“Uhm yeah and you know how you can get sick when you didn’t eat”

“Yeah ya get really sick”

You stare at them for a second, trying to process what they said. “Oh, maybe you should drink your shake then, Captain Rogers”, and point to his ‘shake’, and give him a smile.

“I-“

Bucky stops Steve. “Yeah no, he will just get something from the kitchen, you know?”.

“Bucky’s right, uhm I don’t think that would be such a smart idea to drink the shake. Hah ha” Steve says awkwardly.

Your smile falls. “Oh, yeah sure. I just thought that would help. We don’t want you passing out”.

Was his answer mean, is what Steve thinks. He doesn’t want you to think he just didn’t drink the ‘shake’ because you said that. Steves heart pains as he sees your reaction; you looked so sad. It obviously isn’t that big of a deal. Surely you forget about it later, but what if you don’t? You don’t forget that he didn’t want to drink the ‘shake’. What if you think you’re dumb for asking that? He thinks for a second, a long second, a second that will change everything.

“You’re right”, and opens the cap.

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Could you do a Lady Lesso one shot with #31 and #6

Where the reader and Lesso always had some tension and one time the teachers have some free time so they play truth or dare and Lesso ask the reader and the reader chooses truth and she asks #31 then that leads to smut with #6 in

Kinks maybe? Choking? mommy kink? Bondage? Pain/blood maybe? Humiliation maybe... its up to you

Oh You Are In For It… ~Lady Lesso xFem Teacher!Reader

Summary— Tensions between Reader and Lesso are known to be high. But what happens when it all comes to a breaking point when the staff plays truth or dare…? Anon Response— Hey anon!! Thank you for your request! I always enjoy writing for Lady Lesso. I would love to write this one shot for you. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#31. “What’s the dirtiest thought you’ve had about them/me?”

#6. “My eyes are up here…”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, oral sex, fingering, nipple clamp usage, rope use (light bondage), chocking, mommy kink, chocking kink, light humiliation kink, implied pain kink, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Truth or Dare…?” Lady Lesso pointedly asked you.

The room immediately went silent and all eyes were on you. All your colleagues sat in silent anticipation of what you would say, and what Lesso would come up with.

“Truth…” you slowly said, deciding that a truth from Lesso would be far less harsh than one of her infamous dare.

You were wrong.

Lesso smirked and paused before speaking, as if to think about what to ask you. But her sparkling gaze told you that she already knew. The tension between the two of you only grew.

“What’s the dirtiest thought you’ve had about me?” She finally said.

Eyes in the room widened and a few giggles were stifled. But no one stopped the woman from asking her question.

Your breath fled you and your face went red. The sexual tension between you and Lesso was well known between the staff of the two schools. But neither of you had ever acted on it. Only teased and taunted one another.

Well this was a whole new level…

Your mind raced. So many thoughts were coming up to mind. Your main debate was whether to give a fake answer to satiate the crowd or to give the real answer and satiate Lesso.

You decided to go with the former.

“Well… I suppose that would be you underneath me…”

You spoke with a grin on your face as you watched Lesso’s smirk turn upside down. She looked furious. But no one spoke up about it.

The game continued on until everyone decided to call it a night. The entire time, you had felt Lesso’s unwavering gaze on you. She was plotting something… her revenge probably…

As you all got up to go back to your rooms for the night, Lesso made her move. She came up behind you and took you by the collar, dragging you behind her. You tried to yelp but nothing came out, and everyone else just watched with pity in their eyes as you were dragged to the redheads bedroom.

Lesso didn’t let you go until you were both in her private quarters and she had shut the door. She was sleeping in frustration, and you could hear her growling lightly she. Finally, Lesso turned around to face you.

You gulped and went red at the woman’s piercing gaze. You couldn’t look at the woman, so your eyes were everywhere but.

“You and I both know that answer was bullshit…” Lesso seethed in a slow and growling tone.

Your breath hitched as she stalked toward you. You shakily nodded.

“My eyes are up here…” Lesso growled.

You immediately looked up at Lesso at those words, biting your lip in anticipation. Her eyes were dark pools of lust and domination.

“So tell me the truth.”

You gulped and nodded.

“I… I’m bound by my wrists, hanging from the ceiling… w-with ropes around my body a-and nipple clamps on… you-you do whatever you want to me, while umm…” you stammered.

“While…?” Lesso growled, taking much pleasure of the humiliation you were experiencing from telling her this.

“While I call you m-mommy with you chocking me…” you finished your statement with your light stuttering of embarrassment.

Your face was beet red now. But Lesso was radiant, shining. She couldn’t be more pleased. And really, this was turning you both on. You desperately so.

“Alright…” Lesso purred with a wicked grin, “Strip.”

You stopped breathing for a moment as you processed that this was really going to happen. Your eyes widened.

“I— ok yes!”

You immediately began stripping, but you were suddenly stopped by Lesso’s hand squeezing your throat. You involuntarily moaned as she put a sweet and tight pressure around your neck.

“Yes mommy…” she jeered.

“Y-yes Mommy!” You whimpered.

And with that, Lesso let you go and you went back to stripping. The woman locked the door shut and then simply watched you undress in amusement.

When you were standing in front of the woman, completely nude, she stood up from the wall she was leaning against and huffed in satisfaction. Without another word, she left the room to go into her closet.

When Lesso returned, her hands were filled with an assortment of goodies. Your heart skipped a beat as the redhead layer each toy out on the bed. When she was satisfied with the placement of it all, Lesso took the rope and met you back in the middle of her bedroom.

“Look up. And put your hands all the way up.” She ordered.

You tilted your head back and gasped lightly as you saw the hook on the ceiling a few feet in front of you, in between you and the edge of the bed. You quickly shifted directly underneath it and the your hands all the way up in the air.

Lesso chuckled and began to tie your wrists to the rope and then to the hook on the ceiling. Soon you were hanging from the ceiling… it was surreal. You couldn’t process what was happening fast enough.

But Lesso still had a lot of rope left. She used this remainder to tie intricate patterns around your body, making sure to not skip the rope that went under and back up your crotch, sitting right against your folds and sensitive clit.

As Lesso tightened her rope work and stepped back in delight, you squirmed lightly against the makeshift harness. The rope in between your legs shifted and sent jolts of pleasure through your system, making you whimper loudly.

“Please… Lesso please…” you whined, bucking your hips towards the woman in front of you, but that only made the rope in between your legs ache and hurt more.

Lesso chuckled wickedly.

“Baby, we’re only getting started…” she purred, making her way back to the side of the bed, this time picking up the nipple clamps.

Shivers corsed through your entire body, as Lesso ran the cold metal clamps up to your stomache, before effectively clamping your nipples. The clamps were connected by a chain, which the woman immediately tugged. Your body jolted in pleasurable pain in response, your mouth letting out a desperate yelp. This quickly turned into more whispers and mewls.

But Lesso wasn’t affected by your whimpers and begging.

“Tell me what you want…” Lesso taunted, wanting to hear you say it again.

You whimpered and bucked your hips but to no avail.

“Want… want you to use me, mommy—! Please use me, choke meeee…”

Lesso smirked wickedly and slowly got down on her knees. She looked up at you, her dark and wicked gaze meeting your desperate one.

“This is the only time you will ever see mommy on her knees…” Lesso cooed darkly, before sliding her entire tongue into your aching cunt.

Your eyes rolled back and you tugged against your restraints desperately. Strings of moans and cries flew from your lips as Lesso ate you out with skill and determination.

Then one of her hands wandered up to your nipple clamp chains and pulled. This only made you closer to your edge. The pain was deliciously dizzy and matched the immense pleasure you were experiencing quite well.

Soon, you were begging her to let you cum…

“Mommy mommy please mmmm gonna cum ahhhhh—!!” You cried out.

Suddenly, Lesso pulled away completely, standing back up. You looked at her with shock and frustration, immediately whimpering and squirming at the loss of contact.

But the woman was against your body again quickly, this time standing with her left hand wandering in between your legs. She slipped two digits inside you, pumping and curling her fingers.

“Not yet…” she warily growled, as she watched up teeter on the edge.

Her other hand then came up to your throat. Lesso’s right hand wrapped itself around your neck and squeezed. This was your breaking point.

You came with a violent squirm against her and your restraints and with a loud cry.

You came against Lesso’s orders…

After you came down from your high, Lesso looked far too pleased about you disobeying her. You had a strong suspicion that this night would be long… And that you were in for it.

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#lady lesso #lady lesso x reader #lady Lesso smut #Charlize Theron #Charlize theron character #tsfgae #tsfgae movie #tsfgae x reader

[certifiedfreec]

neighbor!keegan is super handy! <3

🏠 neighbor!keegan notices you when you first move in, but he doesn’t introduce himself just yet- he knows you’ll probably need time to unpack, adjust to the new space, etc. he’s also not sure how you feel about strangers helping you carry your personal belongings, even though he’d really like to help you. it’s just in his nature to serve others!

🏠 the first time you see him, he’s either out in the garage tinkering with his car or working on some sort of project. he likes to keep his hands busy, always fixing or constructing something…though he can certainly think of some ways to use his hands with you ;)

🏠 neighbor!keegan is in his own little world, humming along to the music playing on his speakers while he works away, so he doesn’t immediately notice you from across the street while you’re getting your mail. you can see the muscles in his arms ripple, the slight sheen of sweat from his efforts and the way it makes his t-shirt cling to his form. you’ve got the best seat in the house! if you stare too long, he’ll definitely feel your eyes though- he’s just extra keen like that :)) once he actually spots you, he’ll conveniently stop what he’s doing and grab his mail too, raising his palm as a quick wave while he walks to the end of his driveway.

🏠 “you reminded me to get mine,” he calls with a smile when he reaches his mailbox, and you can’t help but check him out; he’s in a delicious sweet spot between buff and lean, and he’s a good bit taller than you! he’s got pretty blue eyes that most definitely pick up on your ogling, and a rich, low voice that could say all kinds of things to you 🫣 behind him, you see the setup of tools and supplies in his garage, and you immediately know he’s a handy guy- doesn’t hurt that he’s super cute too. it looks like he could help you out in all sorts of ways! <3

🏠 you stand by your mailbox as you introduce yourself, and he leans on his own while he asks you how you’ve been liking the house and the neighborhood, if you’ve had any issues, etc. this man’s gotta collect his intel! it’s the perfect time to offhandedly mention that everything is great except for the fact that the previous owner left all the tile for the backsplash on the kitchen walls but never even started the job :/ keegan’s appalled! how could they leave all that work to you?? :( luckily he’s got mortar and a trowel on hand for times like these, and he’d be happy to take care of it for you- just give him a good time to come over and he’s there!

🏠 a real sweetie, neighbor!keegan is. he’s over a couple of days later, tools in hand, and you immediately like the feeling of him being in your house once he steps inside. he’s quiet while he works, focused and back in his own little world while you answer emails on your laptop in the living room, but he’s grateful when you tell him he’s more than welcome to play his music :’) turns out he has an impeccable playlist, and soon enough you’re humming along with him from your work area! he thinks it’s adorable and just has to remark on it in his own way of teasing. “heh, you don’t look like you’d listen to this kinda stuff.”

🏠 you laugh and look over at him from your desk, admiring how all those muscles in his back and arms flex as he applies the tiles to the walls :’) “what’s that supposed to mean?” you tease back, and you only hear him let out a low chuckle. “i dunno…” is all you get sheepishly in response- you can’t see it, but he’s totally blushing <33

🏠 neighbor!keegan finishes installing the backsplash as you both chat every once in a while, but even the silence is comforting with him around; you could definitely get used to having him in your space! he eventually calls for you to come take a look; he really wants to do a good job for you so he can do more projects around your house…and maybe you too ;) you come into the kitchen, and it of course looks beautiful!! he loves seeing how your face lights up when you admire his craftsmanship :) you’re already reaching in your wallet to give him some cash, but he’s quick to wave it away. you’ve never had a neighbor so giving of their time!! however, when you offer to order dinner from a place of his choice as a thank you, he just can’t deny spending more time with you <3

🏠 once you actually sit down with him, you find out that neighbor!keegan has a super dry sense of humor. he doesn’t need to say much to have you cracking up, and god does he love the sound of your laugh! he asks you about your move, where you came from, the reason you relocated here, etc., because he’s eager to learn any scrap of information there is to know about you. you’ve totally piqued his interest, and he’s pretty sure he’s piqued yours too :)

🏠 he’s normally pretty even-keeled, not one to ever rush things unless it’s an emergency, but you must be giving him some signals during dinner that you really like his presence- and he’s all too aware of you to ignore them! it started off as you two sitting just a liiiiittle bit closer on your couch, but it soon evolves into you straddling his lap while his mouth explores from your lips to your chest- all he can do in between those kisses is murmur about how pretty you are with that low, husky voice of his as his hardworking hands roam and squeeze all over you :’)

🏠 neighbor!keegan ends up leaving that night without things escalating too far, mainly out of consideration so you didn’t feel rushed or pressured, but then he’s at your door a couple of nights later telling you he can’t stop thinking about you :(( a neighbor coming to you in a time of need- it would simply be rude not to help him, right? he did do a beautiful job with the backsplash in your kitchen, not to mention!

🏠 this, plus the clear fact that he’s an unbelievably attractive guy, are enough reason for you to be splayed out on your kitchen counter with your legs over his shoulders, his tongue lapping at your clit like you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted <3 your head rolls back at how good his mouth feels on you, and you get to appreciate his work all over again when you notice the beautiful backsplash behind you :’) he must be that detailed and focused in all areas of his life, because somehow he’s already managed to make you cum all over his mouth and fingers too many times to count!

🏠 if you couldn’t get a good look at his craftsmanship from earlier, now you can when he bends you over the counter and fills you with his thick cock <3 he knows just what to say to have you fluttering around his length and moaning out his name: “take it, princess…”, you feel so good, baby…” “uh huh, so perfect for me…” you know how he likes to keep his hands busy, evident by the way they’re gripping and squeezing your flesh wherever they can as he pounds into you and tells you how good you’re taking him :’)

🏠 neighbor!keegan is your new favorite installation in your kitchen as he fucks you on your counter, making you arch your back for him before he coats your insides with his hot load <33 he’s quick to pick up your shaky, sexed-out body, sweeping you away to your bed before heading to your bathroom to start a bath for you. he learns something: he’d much rather keep busy taking care of you than any of his house or car projects!

🏠 you hear the bath water turn on, and neighbor!keegan is quiet for a moment before you hear him pipe up. he must he checking out your shower, already planning his next opportunity to come over, and you laugh when you hear his dry observation. “hey…think the tile might need to be fixed in here, too.” of course you’d let him start a new project in your home, as many as he wanted to, really- he’s clearly very skilled with his hands, after all ;)

#haven’t written about this man in so long RAHHH #keegan russ x reader #keegan russ smut #keegan russ x you #keegan russ cod #call of duty smut #mdni #call of duty fanfic #call of duty imagine #keegan russ imagine #neighbor au #live laugh love keegan

[bardic-inspo]

Been thinking about this line you can get if you break things off with Astarion post Act 2 confession, but before dealing with Cazador:

"I - I can hardly blame you. I don't exactly have much to offer right now, beyond new burdens to carry."

And:

"From the start, I was rather counting the hours until it was going to end. Midnight chimes, eh?"

And how much it breaks my heart that, at this point, even if he's with Tav/Durge, even though they're "something real" and figuring out what that means/looks like, Astarion still holds this belief, in his core, that he needs to be offering something. He himself is not enough, he needs to be putting something on the table to get them to stay. It's still a transaction and he feels he hasn't paid what he needs to to keep them.

It can't be sex, and because it can't be, there's this insecurity of what else he could possibly give them. And I think that escalates in Act 3 as Cazador looms closer, and we get this dialogue when his siblings attack:

I'm doing this for you, too, you know. To make sure we're both safe. Forever, for good.

The delivery on these lines...and just, the insight we get into how committed Astarion is to the relationship even early on when playing as durge/how intensely "in it" he is (and I think it's the same with Tav, we just don't get the same opportunity to see it lke we do with Durge), to me, he's already 100% made up his mind to try and "keep" Tav/Durge however he can. Forever, even. Maybe he's even contemplated the idea of turning them. This is the only loving relationship he's ever had, and he's dead set on not losing it. (He frames that as safety for them both, but the relationship makes him feel safe, and I think his reasoning is weighed more towards his own safety when contemplating the ascension.)

And in his mind, the ascension gives him everything. He suddenly has everything to offer. So, I think that contributes heavily, if the player then breaks up with Ascended Astarion, to the big angry blowout that happens. In that version of events, he never thought he was enough just as he was. He never decoupled the relationship continuing/existing from being able to provide "payment" of a sort.

And when Tav/Durge rejects the "immortal gift" he offers? It violates his core beliefs about relationships. It goes against what is supposed to happen/makes sense to him: he's offering power, eternal youth, etc. The only answer that makes sense is 'yes'. And by saying 'no' now, when he feels he has everything to give, when he couldn't ever possibly have more to give in that transactional sense, tells this version of him that rejection/the relationship's end was always inevitable.

So he lashes out, because how dare they make him care at all, ever, how dare they make him go through all of this effort to 'pay' for the love he feels owed/deprived of only to say 'no'? When he's hurling insults, he goes to "ingrate" pretty quickly, I think, from that sense of indignation from having that 'payment' rejected.

(disclaimer disclaimer, it's cool to enjoy both/either route, this is just one perspective, I'm probably missing or overlooking some things, yada yada, etc. etc.)

#astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3

[grugruel]

Prepare for trouble, 'n make it double.

Pairings: Arthur Morgan x f!reader x Dutch Van Der Linde

NSFW/MDNI

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Summary: Turns out you'd never known pleasure til Arthur and Dutch showed you how its supposed to feel.

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: creampie, cock warming, pinv sex, oral sex (f recieving), pet names (honey, darling, girl, sweetheart), overstimulation, praise, riding, missionary, choking, probably a whole lot more.

AN: not proofread yeg, and it will be edited shortly, might change alot, add scenes etc!

'I'm not tellin' you that!' She giggled. Most of the camp had already gone to bed, the night hung deep and dark around them.

He looked hurt at that. 'C'mon darlin', its just us.' The man chuckled from his place by the end of the table. Thick, golden rings glistening in the lantern light as he gestured between himself and the man sitting across from her.

He'd always been a flirt that man, and he'd become absolutely insatiable when he noticed the shy regards with which she responded to his advances–blushing and fawning, shooing him away as she hadn't quite figured how to react to him yet.

Trees rustled pleasantly in the distance, filling the blank space where her words ought to have gone. She blushed, eyes flickering between the two vaguely lit men. 'I–' She began, but stopped herself quick enough. She was indeed shy, but had a strong will. She wouldnt give in that easily. 'Your charmin' won't work on me Mr. Van Der Linde.' She mustered her courage and smiled coyly. The way she'd seen Mary-Beth do to Sean when she flirted, the way she'd seen the lightly clad women do in bars that the men frequented.

The dark haired man slid into the seat next to her and slung his arm around her shoulders, leaning in real close. Delicately, he swept a piece of hair from her profile–as if afraid she could be spooked as easily as a doe. Slowly, he inclined his head even closer. His lips ever so slightly brushing against the neighing of her cheekbone, and smiled. The mustache tickling her as his lips began moving. 'How would ya' know, darlin'? I haven't put it on yet.' He whispered. His gravely voice carried the softest tone, once could almost hear the years of experience beneath it, years she lacked completely. Once again, her eyes flickered between the men, but this time her gaze held the weight of her anxious nerves. All of it was too new, too strange. Sure, men had flirted with her before. But they didn't have that precise aim, they lacked the expertice which made her stumache pleasantly flip.

'I should turn in.' She wagered, suddenly standing up in a hurry-

When it was the cowboy hat clad man across who stopped her. Grabbing her forearm, he sucked a big breath into his lungs and spoke with a drawl that made her knees weak. 'C'mon sweetheart, you gonna leave us hangin', you gonna go 'round teasin' us like that?' He chuckled, that very handsome but rare smile adorning his lips. Suddenly pulling on her arm, making her fall perfectly into his lap.

And causing her to devolve into a blushing mess of giggles as he gently tickled her ribs. Within a second, he'd dissolved all nervousness she'd previously been feeling. 'Mr Morgan!' She squeeked, 'Stop that at once!' But there was no sincerity in her voice as she had to settle with basking in the feeling of his muscles embracing her.

He hummed, hands falling down to rest in the folds where her thighs met her hips, '. . .Alright, 'm sorry, 'm sorry.'

Oh, how she wished his hands would slide even lower, to touch her in places only she herself had explored–with him specifically on her mind. She wanted to tell him that apologies weren't necessary, but that part of her was untested, unpracticed. She opted for a simpler answer. 'It's fine.' She insisted, half turning, her hand reaching up to caress his jaw as she placed an innocent kiss on the other side of his jaw. It was truly meant as nothing, but when she felt him harden beneath her, she began guessing otherwise.

Suddenly squirming in her seat, Arthur grabbed her hips to keep her still, a quiet grunt falling from his lips at the friction. Dizzy, she felt dizzy. Mind clouded by the man behind her, and that's when Dutch spoke again, 'You're makin' me jealous, girl.' He tapped his bejewelled index finger impatiently against the wooden table, eyes observing her from beneath his own hat. 'Lookin' all pretty perched in another man's lap.' He leered, smiling a smile that didn't reach his eyes. It turned her stumache over, not form fear or anxiety, but from something else entierly. 'Now, won't you be a good girl for us and tell?' He implored, watching her every move intently.

She needed something, wanted anything. Suddenly, she didnt want to play this coy game anymore. 'Well-' She hesitated, stopping herself. But Arthur gave her thighs a reassuring squeeze. 'None.' She blurted out, as if he'd pressed a magic button. 'No- one.' It was such a strange thing to admit to two men she didnt knkw that closely, but a terribly exciting thing to admit to two men she's been crushing on since first glance.

Arthur released a heavy breath against her, pulling her tighter into his embrace, bucking his hips into her, and pushing his length against her clothed core. 'Would you like us to change that, sweetheart?' He murmured against the back of her head, nuzzling his cheek and nose into her flower scented hair, his lips meeting the soft skin behind her ear.

She let out strained whimper, squirming further into Arthurs lap. Squeezing her thighs together in a desperate effort to satiate the burning inside her, and finally managing a small nod. There was really nothing to say, werther it were her lips or brain who refused to form any declination of their offer, she did not know. Not that she even wanted to decline, but inspite of her newness, and general heedfullness to the topic, her body would not let her refuse this opportunity.

'You know anything about it, girl?' Dutch stood beside her now, sliding his hand down her bicep, continuing down her forearm to grab her hand, and kiss her knuckles. Slowly, sensually, one by one.

She gave him a confused look through the daze of arousal, slanting her head with furrowed brows.

Dutch smiled. 'Sex, honey.' He clarified, turning her hand over to kiss the inside of her wrist, his hodded eyes locking onto hers.

Through the aching pressure in her body, she managed a chuckle. '. . .'m not a nun.' Her words breathy as the mens touches did nothing to ease the matter.

Arthur returned her chuckle. But lowered his voice as he replied, 'Let me know if it gets too much.' He whispered. He'd meant it for her ears only. How could a man be so considerate? If he only knew how it made her crave him.

Dutch grinned. 'Let us show you a good time, then.' And made his way toward his tent, leaving her alone with the other man. Knowing full well He'd be the one to carry her.

Her seat shifted beneath her, an arm swept beneath her legs while the other grabbed her ribs-

'Arthur?' She stopped him.

He hummed. 'Mhm. . .?'

'Be gentle, please.'

One smooth motion and he had swung her into his embrace–wedding style. Slanting his head to the side, his eyes were soft as he gazed down on her. 'Wouldn't dream of anythig' else.' He inclined his head, and her arms snaked their way around his neck as he stood up. Then, lowering his head further, he placed a soft kiss on her lips. 'Now, dont go tellin' Dutch about that, girl. We'd make him jealous.' He breathed, giving her a wink.

Giggling, she pulled him down again. 'I promise.' A mere whisper against his lips, and kissed him back.

With his hands on his hips, Dutch stood waiting in that typical expectant stance, vest carelessly thrown on his bed and shirt unbuttoned down to his crotch. In a low candlelight that cast shadows along the walls, he was a sight, a sight that made her core purr. Arthur set her down, turned her around and grasped her hips so they were chest to chest, then slowly walked her backwards until another pair of hands met her waist.

A gasp escaped her. 'Boys. . .' She breathed.

They hummed in unisome. Dutchs fingers slid to her back, undoing the straps of her corset. Meanwhile Arthur was keeping her focus on him, 'Dont worry sweetheart, we'll take it slow.' He kissed her forehead, his hands coming up to remove the now untied corset.

They were the perfect team, the two of them. It seemed practiced–all of this–like they'd done it before. Or perhaps they'd simply know eachother long enough to understand the others patterns.

The shoulderstraps of her dress slid down. Guided by strong fingers, their rings added a coldness to her skin, and making shivers run rampid. A sensation she hadn't realised could be so lovely before. The dress fell down to her waist, bunching at her hips. Arthur gasped at the sight of her breasts. 'Beautiful, beautiful, girl.' He whispered, his hands cupping them gently.

A chair creaked behind her, and a belt unbuckled. She swallowed nervously. A thick hand gently pulled her backward, and her back collided with his chest. His arm circled around her waist, nestled in the crook between his forearm and storng bicep to guide her, gently steadying her otherwise shaky knees as he pushed her skirt out of the way and lined his length up with her entrance, hovering while the tip kissed and prodded, teasing her aching core and wet folds immensely.

She exhaled a shaky breath, the nerves within her were tangling together. Strings of lust and nervousity twined her insides into a mess of jitters and throbbing. She furrowed her brows in hazy consentration, focusing her eyes on the man infront of her–and Arthur met her gaze. There was nothing but understanding and adoration in his eyes as he reached for her face, caressing her cheekbone with his thumb in soft strokes. 'Doin' so good for us, sweetheart.' He murmured.

Dutch pressed a line of kisses along her shoulder, his mustache tickling her skin as his strong nose and chin nuzzled into the crook of her neck and inhaled her tart scent. 'Real good, darlin'. . .' A shiver ran up her spine, if what they were doing now had this much of an affect on her- what else could they possibly have in store-

Two hands came to cradle her face, and Arthur's lips met hers. All worries and thoughts of anything else disappeared from her mind, nothing existed except for their touch on her body. Dutch's fingerstips dug into the soft flesh of her ribs, tigethening their grip as he bucked his hips. The length beneath her testing the sensitive edges of her opening, and her core wavered at its nudge. The man behind her hummed approvingly, then latched onto her neck, sucking sweetly. She moaned, her hand reaching over her shoulder to bury itself in his hair and scratch his nape.

At the que of Dutch, Arthur began kneeling, slowly pulling her with him. Without question or second thought, she followed him hungrily, chasing his lips–

Then gasped, the thick tip breached her slick opening. A whimper escaped her in reflex, immidetlt fisting Dutch's hair, and luring a groan from him in the process, expelled against her skin as he continued sliding her down his length, steering her right. Together, without letting her worry too much about the process, the two men coaxed her down Dutch's inches. Which, by the way, the number was not few. . .

And when she was finally sat in his lap, feeling those strong thighs underneath her and his member warming her insides, she devolved into panting mess. Heavy breathing accompanying her strained whimpers, thoughts cloudy with need.

Arthur leaned his forehead against hers. 'Good. . .' He soothed, his muffled voice vibrating against her lips, '. . .good, girl.'

Dutch nodded his forhead against her shoulder, his own strained breathing was like music to her ears. 'You feel real good, darlin'. . .'

A tear slid down her cheek as she smiled. 'Please.' She begged, in a voice not far from a cry. Maling Dutch's member twtich inside her.

'We'll take good care of ya,' sweetheart.' Arthur promised, pressing another soft kiss to her lips before bending down. His big, killing hands hooked under her knees and spread her legs, leaving room for his shoulders to move in between and for his face to kiss his way up her inner thigh. The stubble of his jaw scratched her skin deliciously as he approached her mound. Meeting her eyes–

His lips attached to her clit.

She would've screamed–compromised them, exposed them to the entire camp–had it not been for Dutch's quick thinking. In a flash, he covered her mouth with his hand and bent her jaw toward him to gain easier access, kissing it in forgiveness for silencing her. His other arm wrapped around her breasts, squeezing them tight to her body as he massaged the furthest. '. . 'M sorry honey, but we can't have the camp hearin' you.' He whispered.

She nodded against his grip, reveling in the feel of his big hands on her body, not minding it at all. Arthurs tongue and Dutchs fingers were sending pulses of blinding pleasure through her, but they didn't stop there. As Arthur kept his eyes locked with hers, he swept his tongue downward through her folds, and thrust it into her core. Her eyes flew wide and her back arched in relfex, burrying her other hand in his hair and held onto the scalps of both men as a muted high pitched moan fell from her lips, making Dutch press his hand firmer over her mouth. God, she could feel his cock throbbing inside her, her walls clenching in response. He moaned a sweet moan in her ear, all of it becoming a vicious cycle of stimulation for her nerves.

Arthurs hand slid under her leg and hooked it over his shoulder, then looped his forearm over her thigh, his fingers finding their way to her clit–and beganruthlessly massaging it.

Tears formed in her eyes, crying from the overstimulation, but she did so happily. Rolling down her cheeks and over Dutchs knuckles. He breathed in, brushing his thumb over her cheekbone, spreading the wetness of her tears. He tilted her face a sliver more so he could see her properly. 'Its, ok. . .' He murmured, over and over again, '. . .you're, ok.'

Arthurs hand slid to her hip, starting a condensed rocking to get Dutch's length moving inside her. The fire that already raged burned up a storm. Her insides were melting. She no longer had the strength to keep herself upright. But Dutch was there for that too, pulling the arm around her breast closer, holding her tight against his chest as the pressure finally released. Washing over her in tidal waves, her vision blackened as her head lulled back against Dutch's strong shoulder, and he pecked comforting kisses along her throat.

Arthur finished with a long lick through her folds, gathering all her juices on his tongue and swallowed. In that same moment Dutch removed his hand, and she let out a long painful, shuddering breath at the sight before her–Arthur, slick with her orgasm, over his lips, chin, snd covering the stubble along his jaw–it was maddening, revitalizing her body for another round.

'Cat got your tongue, girl?' He spoke, lower face glistening in the warm light, and licked his lips clean with a grin. His hair messy, wild strands hanging over his forehead. Her chest filled with pure, unadultered want. Oh. . . she could cry–again. She. could. cry. again.

'Answer Arthur, darlin'. . .' Dutch added. '. . . use your words.'

Her hands found their way back into both of the mens hair, pulling Arthur close. When they were lip to lip, she begged 'I- I want to be fucked, properly. . . please.' She could feel him grin against her, but when she moved to kiss him, he pulled back ever so slightly.

'We can make that happen, cant we dutch?' He asked, pulling back form her once again as the girl nudged her lips closer, desperate for his kiss.

'That we can do.' Dutch chuckeled, squeezing her breast in his hand.

'Think you're ready for that?' Arthur tried getting eye contact, but her gaze was firmly set on his lips, intent on tasting him once again to distract herself.

'Please. . .' She pleaded, so crazy of lust she had nothing else but the thought of them filling her up on the mind.

He placed his finger under her chin and tilted her head up to face him, her furrowed brows displaying the pains she was in. 'Answer me first girl.' He grinned.

'Yes. . . Yes, yes, yes.' She managed, stuttering the word out to get something, anything.

Arthur nodded and finally, their lips clashed together. Tasting the salt, tasting the saliva. Dutch's hand wrapped around her throat while the other slid below her breasts, grasping her tightly. He raised her slightly, but she didn't notice a thing. Arthur had her occupied. Hungrily, needily, they kissed one another, until she finally had to tear away to breathe. This time, she pulled on Dutch whilst swiveling her head over her shoulder. Where another set of lips awaited her, waisting no time in taking up where Arthur left off. Moaning into her mouth as Dutch too got to taste her juices, and then-

He bucked his hips, dug his fingers into her flesh, and then thrusted. She screamed, but had lost her breath. Dutch took the chance and pushed his tongue into her mouth.

And all Arthur could do was watch and support her, squeezing her thighs form time to time in reassurance. 'That's right, be a good girl for, Dutch.' He'd say, emcouraging her. Dutch unlatched his mouth and dug into her neck. Leaving her free to give Arthur some attention.

That beautiful, beautiful, man. Despite the rough thrusts that rocked her body, she kept her eyes on him. Twisting the brown strands of hair between her fingers, fingertips carefully sliding over the shapes of his features–she was sure it must've tingled, but he didnt flinch. Always keeping his attention on her. She was absolutely enthralled by him, so caring, so understanding, just easing her through every step.

She loved him for it.

And within seconds, she came again, Dutch's thrusts faltering as she did so. She wanted to tell him to pull out, but didn't have the strength. So she furrowed her eyebrows in displeasure, which Arthur of course noticed. But seemed to bide his time.

Dutch toppled over the edge moments later

The next few minutes was a showering of praise, gentle touches, and sweet placed on every bare part of her body. 'You tired?' Arthur asked, brushing her cheek gently with his knuckles. She nodded slowly, still pushing through the aftereffects of two violently pleasurable orgasms. 'Alright, lets get you to bed.' He grabbed a blanket off of Dutch's bed and wrapped it around her, continuing to lift her into his arms with a woosh.

'Night darlin'. . .' Dutch whispered, kissing her forhead before Arthur carried her out, making his way toward her tent.

He sat her down on the bed, and just as she was about to lay down, he stopped her.

'Now, hold on sweetheart.' He crouched before her, making sure their eyes are aligned as he looked into them. 'You didn't want Dutch finishin' up inside, did you?' He tangled his fingers through in her hair, combing through her locked until his palm met the back of her head and gently massaged her scalp.

She swallowed, finding the subject quite embaressing. 'No. .' She managed, her voice barely a murmur. 'I don't- I mean. . .'

'. . 'S ok, ypu dont need to explain. I'll ask Miss Grimshaw for some herbs tomorrow.'

Her eyes widened at that. 'No, Arthur. She cant know.'

But Arthur chuckled in response. 'I wont tell her their for you, girl. Don't worry.' His hand slid to cup her cheek. 'Now, would you let me clean you up'?'

'Yes.' She smiled sweetly, her body filling with warmth. Filling with a soft need, contrary to the burning she'd felt before. Arthur left to gather supplies, taking that warmth with him.

Carrying a warm bowl of water and a washcloth, he re-entered the tent, had her stand up, and slip out of her dress. Leaving her completley exposed, that shyness returning to burn her cheeks. But there was nothing hungry or predatory in his eyes as he beheld her, only an adoring gentlness as he began brushing the warm cloth all over her body, taking extra caution as he went over her sensitive nipples and swollen clit. She felt safe beneath his touch, his prescence. Nothing would ever change that.

'Arthur. . . ' She murmured, grabbing his hand to capture his focus. 'Stay with me tonight?'

'Id like nothin' more, sweet girl.'

What followed next was a slow undressing of him, which she gave him a helping hand. Removing his hat, unbuttoning his shirt's and pants. They slid into bed together.

'Make love to me Arthur, properly. Please.'

His response was simply to kiss her, to sit up, move between her thighs and lower himself on top of her. Kissing his way up her abdomen, the hills of her breast, collarbone, throat and finally he hovered above he lips, brushing them together ever so faintly and pushed himself inside of her. Together, they gasped. Feeling eachother so sensually was not something she would've thought possible. He began a gentle thrusting, movving smoothly inside as he core was already well prepared for him. And he stayed Like that, hovering above her lips to breathe in her sweet breaths and moans. 'I want more of your, Arthur. Please.' She begged, snaking an arm around his neck to pull him closer, to pull him deeper into her. The other placed against his strong chest, she wante dto feel him, every inch of him.

He'd do anything for her, and so, with expertise only an older man could posess, he practically put all his weight onto her small frame, put into into his firm thrust, and dug so deep into her core that he hit a spot she didn't know existed. His lips met the crook of her neck, kissing softly as he continued coaxing whimpers from he lips, adamantly hitting that sweet spot with purpose, every, single, thrust.

'I love you' He whispered, against her neck, muffling the words as he repeated them endlessly.

Love filled her, the words wrapping a shroud of bliss around her, letting them coat her body with the safety of his embrace, of his. . . Love. She redirected her hands to his face, cupping it between them, then pulled him up to level it with her own. 'I love you too.' She murmured.

And they stayed like that for hours, basking in the feeling of eachothers bodies and minds.

Dutch would become jealous after all, cause he'd surely find Arthur in her bed the next morning as he came to check on her. But she didn't care, not right now at least, and she wouldn't care then either.

She had all she needed

#arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #arthur morgan smut #dutch van der linde smut #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr2 smut #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan imagine #arthur morgan fanfiction #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x you #red dead redemption smut #rdr smut #red dead redemption 2 smut

[junikicker]

The Proposal - Rebecca Welton x fem!reader (Part 2)

The Proposal Part 2 - Rebecca Welton x fem!reader

“Hi. I’m Mr. Gilberston. And you must be...” The man trailed off, looking down at the file in his hands. “Y/n and Rebecca. Oh what glorious times we live in, huh?” He tried to make small talk, sitting down at the desk in his office. The room was small. Tiny, compared to Rebecca’s office. The walls were blue and there were huge shelves with boxes and boxes of files.

“Yes yes, amazing times. And I can’t even begin to tell you how much we appreciate you seeing us on such short notice.” Rebecca started with a smile as the man sat down at his desk before skimming over the file in front of him.

“So… I have one question for you.” He stated, closing the file again. “Are the two of you committing fraud to avoid Ms. Welton having to sell AFC Richmond back to some Mr. Rupert Mannion?” You tried not to roll your eyes at the statement. Well, here you go.

“That is ridiculous.” You shook your head. “Where- where did you hear that?” Rebecca stuttered. “We had a phone tip this afternoon from a man named-” - “Bob Spaulding? I’m sorry. Bob is nothing but a disgruntled former employee. I do apologize. But we do know that you’re incredibly busy, so if you just give us our next step, we will be out of your hair and on our way.” Rebecca tries. She was nervous. More nervous than you expected her to be since this had been her idea.

“Ms. Welton, please.” The man offered her to take a seat in front of his desk, you immediately rushed to pull out the chair for her before taking a seat next to her.

“Let me explain to you the process that is about to unfold.” He started. “First step will be a scheduled interview. I’ll have each of you put in a room and ask every little question that a real couple would know about each other. Step two, I dig deeper. I’ll look at your phone records, talk to your neighbors etc. If your answers don’t match up at every point, you, Ms. Welton, will sell the club, indefinitely. And you, young woman will have committed a felony… punishable by a fine of a quarter million pounds and five years of prison… So, Y/n. You wanna talk to me?” That lecture hit, you were debating whether or not you should just stop pretending.

“The truth is...” You started and Rebecca turned to you, looking uneasy. “Becca and I are just two people who weren’t supposed to fall for each other. But we did. After telling her about her ex-husband’s more than frequent affairs with employees, and plotting a plan for a divorce that lead to having bottles of wine at my place, we just fell in love. Obviously, we couldn’t tell anyone at work because of my promotion coming up and it would be deeply inappropriate if I were promoted under her, while we were in a relationship.” You explained and Rebecca seemed to grow even more uncomfortable.

“So, do your parents know about that secret relationship of yours?” He asks.

“Well, I’m not on good terms with my parents, haven’t seen them in years. So no. No brothers or sisters. Yeah.” Rebecca answered for her part. “You?” Gilbertson asked. “We were planning on telling them this weekend.”Rebecca quickly intervened. “Granny’s 90th birthday and the whole family is coming together. We thought it would be a nice surprise.”

“And where is this surprise gonna happen?”

“At Y/n’s parents’ house.” - “Where is that located again?”

Deciding to jump in, seeing as the probability for Rebecca to know that was about zero, you replied instead. “Buniewice.” You replied easily. “Buniewice.” Rebecca repeated. “In Poland.” - “In Poland?” Rebecca tried to mask her surprise. Her reaction did not surprise you. You had been more than sure that she hadn’t gone over your application as she kept you around. If she did, she would have noticed your dual citizenship.

“You’re gonna go to Poland this weekend?” He asked, not really believing you. “Yes… Yeah, we’re going to Poland, that’s where… that’s where my little… that’s where my darling is from.” Rebecca stated, reaching a hand over to awkwardly pat your shoulder.

“Okay, fine. I see how this is gonna go. I will see you both at eleven o’clock. Monday morning sharp, for your scheduled interview and your answers better match up on every account.” And with that he left the office without another word. Rebecca immediately went to answer her phone ringing.

You and Rebecca left the office building the same way you entered, walking out of the big glass doors on the front of the building, Rebecca was still looking down at her phone. “Okay, so, what is going to happen is we will go all the way over there. We will pretend like we’re girlfriend and girlfriend, tell your parents we’re engaged. Uh, use the miles for the tickets. I guess I will pop up for you to fly first class. But make sure you use the miles.” Rebecca jumped from one topic to the next within seconds while multitasking with her phone still in her hand.

“Hey, why aren’t you taking notes…?” Rebecca asked once she had finally diverted her eyes from the screen of her phone. “I’m sorry, were you not in that room?” You asked her, stopping in your tracks and turning to face her. “What? What- oh, the thing you said about you being promoted? Genius! Genius. The guy completely fell for it.” Rebecca replied, storing her phone in her purse.

“I was serious.” You stated matter of factly. “I’m looking at five years in jail and a quarter million in pounds. That changes things.” - “Promote you? No, no way.” She shook her head. You had a hard time not being intimidated by her, but you did your best.

“Then I quit, and you’re screwed.” You replied easily. “Bye-bye, Rebecca. It has been a little slice of heaven.” You added, turning around and starting to walk away from her. At any other moment, you would have thought this would be a chance for you. The way it was in the books. Forced marriage but they end up falling for each other. But now you weren’t sure anymore. She didn’t even seem to care about you.

“Y/n, Y/n! Fine, fine.” You stopped. Well, that was not as hard as you thought it would be. “I’ll have you be in charge of our transfers. Fine.” You turned back around at her words. “If you do the Poland weekend and the interview, you’re gonna be in charge of transfers.” She gave in. “And not in two years, right way.” You spoke, leaving no room for arguing. “Fine.” She agreed, managing not to roll her eyes.

“And we’ll tell my family about our engagement when I want and how I want.” You added. “Now, ask me nicely to marry you.”

“What does that mean?” Rebecca asked you, looking at you confused. “You heard me. Ask me to marry you, Rebecca. I won’t need you on your knees but ask me nicely.”

“Will you marry me?” She asked, not even meeting your eyes. “No. Say it like you mean it.” You encouraged her. And then she locked eyes with you. Oh how you were a sucker for her eyes. The green was oh so captivating.

“Y/n?” She asked you, voice now a bit less annoyed. “Yes, Rebecca?” You replied. “Sweet, sweet Y/n?” - “I’m listening.”

“Would you please, cherries on top, marry me?” She asked you, sarcasm now very much present in her voice. “Hmm. I don’t really appreciate the sarcasm, but I’ll do it.” You agreed and she flashed you a small, grateful, smile. “See you at the airport tomorrow.” And with that, you left her standing alone.

And this interaction led you to where you were now. Sitting on the plane to Danzig. Little did Rebecca know that you would have to board another plane once you landed there.

“So, these are the questions that this guy will be asking us.” You spoke, only partially to yourself while Rebecca was flipping through a magazine. You sighed and looked out of the window. “Good news is I know everything about you, bad news is that you have four days to learn all this about me. So, you should… probably start studying.” You said and Rebecca took the list of questions out of your hands, starting to flip through them.

“You know all these answers to these questions about me?” Rebecca asked, not believing one word you were saying. “Scary isn’t it?” You asked her, still looking out of the window. “A bit.” She admitted.

“What am I allergic to?” She asked you as if to test your knowledge. “Pine nuts.” You replied easily, not even having to think for a second. “And the full spectrum of human emotion.” You added under your breath. Still, she seemed to have caught your comment and let out a small chuckle. “Here’s a good one. Do I have any scars?” She challenges you again, quirking an eyebrow.

“I’m pretty sure you have a tattoo. Not that anyone else would ever think you did.” You replied, remembering a call you had gotten not too long ago. “Oh, you’re sure?” She teased, a smirk on her face.

“I’m pretty sure. A month ago your dermatologist called and asked about a Q-switched laser. I did some research and found out you use these to remove tattoos. But you canceled your appointment which leads me to the conclusion that you do, in fact, have a tattoo. It’s nothing big. Probably something you got before you met Mr. Mannion seeing as you do not want to have it removed. Maybe something that reminds you of something.” You brainstormed and Rebecca had an amused smile gracing her lips as she listened to your theories. “It’s not on your feet or ankle. Arms are out too. Maybe on your back? Or maybe on your hip?” You continued but Rebecca intervened. “You know, it is very exciting for me to experience you like this.” She joked.

“Thank you.” You joked back. “You’re gonna have to tell me where it is though.” You added and Rebecca rolled her eyes, focusing back on the question catalogue. “No, I’m not.” She replied easily. “He’s gonna ask.” You kept going. “Nope, we’re done with that question.” Rebecca decided, continuing to flip through the catalogue. “On to another question. Lemme see, lemme see...” She trailed off and you diverted your attention back to the clouds surrounding the plane.

“Oh, here’s one. Whose place do we stay at, yours or mine?” Rebecca read out before answering the question herself. “That’s easy. Mine.” - “And why wouldn’t we stay at mine?” You asked.

“Uhm, because my place is bloody nice and I have the perfect views.” She easily answered. “And because you probably live at some tiny, little studio flat with stacks and stacks of Penguin Classics.” She added and you tried not to let your face fall into an inappropriate grimace.  

“Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts. We are beginning our descent into Danzig.” Came the muffled voice over the speakers. Rebecca’s face was already furrowing in confusion. 

“Danzig? I thought we were going to Buniewice?” She asked, buckling her seatbelt. Her eyebrows were still furrowed in confusion as you raised your hand and gently pushed between them with your thumb, her face relaxing instantly. “We are.” You answered her question. “And how are we supposed to get there?”

Oh how you enjoyed the look on Rebecca’s face as you boarded a smaller plane. It was nothing compared to flying first class, you knew that, but it had been all you ever knew. While you were focused on the question catalogue for your interview, Rebecca just sat there, not voicing her discomfort, but putting up no effort to hide it on her face and body. 

You felt uneasy as you landed. You hadn’t seen your family in a while. However the part you were concerned about the most was seeing your father again. He never seemed to be proud of anything you had accomplished. He voiced disapproval when you had decided to move to England about ten years ago. Ever since then the relationship between the two of you had been rather rocky. 

#gxg #wlw #fem!reader #lesbian #rebecca welton #rebecca welton x reader #ted lasso #sapphic #hannah waddingham #the proposal

[transboysokka]

tell me about autistic Zuko (modern au or canon. Like how he grew up, why it’s justified in canon, how people around him react to it/are they assholes or not) bc I’ve been thinking about him but I can’t seem to articulate all my feelings into words and you’re good at that <3

hahahaha gladly here is a smattering of Facts and Evidence, in no particular order

Fact #1: His special interest is the Avatar. That boy’s done so much research!! (I’m joking with this one and yet… 👀)

Evidence #1: His father was embarrassed of him when he was a kid. This could have been for a variety of reasons including that he’s gay but also if you are trying to raise an heir of a powerful nation, you would see a lot of autism symptoms as a weakness, especially things like awkwardness, difficulty making eye contact, etc

Evidence #2: He doesn’t seem to have a lot of friends growing up which can also be explained in different ways but a kid just following around his sister and her friends all day? sus

Evidence #3: The way he rehearses what he’s going to say to Aang at the Western Air Temple… and the awkwardness of it makes it So Much More… it’s the most really, THE autistic of scenarios. We GOTTA practice big conversations like that before they happen, we just do…

Evidence #4: He borrows from other scripts for social interaction. You know when he’s trying fo get along with everyone at the air temple and he makes tea for them and try to tell a joke? Why does he do that? Because he’s mimicking Iroh, who is probably the most outgoing person in his life, and following exactly what Iroh does to be friendly and ingratiate himself with others…

Evidence #5: Missing social cues. I can’t think of any examples off the top of my head but I think we’ve all seen it. Also “That’s rough, buddy” is something he TOTALLY stole from someone else because he had no idea what he actually was supposed to say in that situation

Fact #2: now HERE’s a guy who feels deeply but is SO bad at expressing or controlling his feelings. Remember when he was worried about the comet and instead of talking about it just ATTACKED HIS FRIENDS?? oof yeah

Important Headcanon #1: Zuko is really sensitive to texture and has ARFID, which does have a high overlap with autistic folks. This “pickiness” causes real problems for him, especially when he’s v busy being the Fire Lord…. He tends to eat the same foods a lot to sustain himself (fire flakes) and makes the same exact tea for himself every single day. He DOES like to bake and cook though, and is quite good at it, even if he won’t eat it all

Headcanon #2: Our boy’s special interests are history, dao swords, and baking

Headcanon #3: Not a fan of eye contact

Theory #1: Our boy Sokka def has that ADHD and I just don’t think it’s that common or easy for ND folks to be in a relationship with NT folks (I have no proof of this but just think about it for a sec) so therefore Zuko must be neurodivergent

This is a big ol’ mess but for a MUCH more comprehensive and comprehensible Auristic Zuko explanation, please refer to this masterpiece of a post which I just found after spending a bunch of time answering this ask lolol

#thank u tho anon this was fun to think through #quesTian #atla #autistic Zuko

[inklore]

hello hello!! congrats on your milestone and I'm stoked for his blurb week - your writing is phenomenal!! could I get "you need to wake up because I can't do this without you." with eddie please?? 💕💕

just can’t say goodbye

pairing: eddie munson x (f)reader warnings: minors dni, angst, hurt without comfort, talks of death and tragedy, reader took eddie’s place for the bat munching. etc: i told myself i’d never write anything tragic for our boy because he deserves the world, but then this happened and i was listening to sad music and i’m sorry ok!

You don’t know what happens after you die. Don’t remember seeing some bright light, no heavenly gates opening or the face of a god that's supposed to welcome you into whatever kingdom lays in the clouds. You don’t know if prayers get answered and sins get forgiven. If angels or the devil are real. All you see is black. All you feel is that void of nothing surrounding you—so maybe you weren’t dead, maybe you were just stuck somewhere in between.

Or maybe this was death. Maybe this is what happened when you got taken down by a demented creature in a nightmarish replica of your town.

Maybe.

But something tells you—a voice that's all familiar, soft, a pleading sound inside your head, reminding you that you’re still with them, that they love you—that you’re not dead. That you’re just stuck, but there’s still fighting that needs to be done.

That maybe if you listen to that voice, follow it through the darkness that you’ll be led to the light.

“You need to wake up because I can't do this without you, okay?”

The voice sounds weaker than usual; above a whisper, filled with that gravel at the back of someone's throat that only comes from hurt, from suffering, from trying to hold onto a hope that's slipping through their fingers with each passing day.

Eddie.

The voice you used to hear beside you every morning you woke and every night you slept—before you ended up in this hospital bed. Before you sacrificed yourself to protect him, Dustin, the others.

“Like an idiot.” you had heard him say. “Should have been me, not her.”

“We had a chance because of her.” Dustin’s voice had rung like a bell of reassurance through the dark. “Without her we would have lost.”

“And look where it got her.”

“Eddie, come on. She’ll make it out. She's strong, gave those bats a hell of a fight.”

He laughs, that beautiful sound that always made your cheeks hurt from how contagious it was—from how it would make his eyes crinkle, head thrown back, hair flopping in every which direction. How hard he would try to hide it sometimes as if he were embarrassed by the beauty of the sound, of himself.

“She did, didn’t she,” a sniffle, “she’s a hero.”

There's only his voice today, like most days.

His voice soft as he recounts a memory the two of you had shared, you can hear his smile when he talks about it. When the “hey, do you remember when..” slips out you know his cheeks are raised and it’s going to be a good day. A hopeful one.

Or when he reads you one of the many fantasy books you remember having to step over just to get to his bed, “I know you’re probably sick of this book, but it reminds me of you..”

But today there's only sadness. Sorrow. Fear that you might not actually come back to him. That he might actually end up alone after all of this, all because you had to go and be a hero.

#eddie munson angst #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson blurb #blurb week

[chrisrin]

hi guys, meet the power couple <3<

more info about them under read more:

dazmik (he/him, cis, bi) is a maid of rage! here's some fun bulletpoints i made when conceptualizing him:

nerd, but in a normie way. plays troll valorant.

sport-y, but in a way that he only ever does cardio. Thin and lean.

fairly powerful psionics, mostly uses it to power his gear. Uses the term "battery" for himself as a 'fuck you' to the empire/reclaiming it.

has some moderate anger issues. Pops the fuck off at people and holds a grudge like a bitch.

gets deeply infuriated by injustices and corruption in the world, desiring nothing more than to tear the system down but without any real vision of what to replace it with. (RAAAGE PLAYER HEART EYES)

"bro you haven't heard of (insanely niche indie rock band with 2k views on youtube)??? cmon bro you gotta expand your tastes more lemme send you the blotchify link"

always listening to music, ALWAYS. you can hear it through his headphones. always the most whack shit, never the same genre.

would have a messy car and not be apologetic about it.

his typing quirk is supposed to be a play on the whole "battery" thing, using double AA's to replace his a's and uses AAA when he's yelling or REAAALLY FUCKING AAANGRY!!! + also uses either double or triple sentence enders depending on that.

scorva (she/her, transfem, pan) is a thief of mind! here's her bullepoints:

practices tarot & troll wicca. believes karma manifests itself in real ways, rule of three, etc.

avid writer (mostly smut)

excellent cello player, mostly plays classical music. knows musical theory fairly in-depth, but not a casual enjoyer of music otherwise, would rather spend her time listening to a podcast or audiobook.

kind of a bitch in a "serving cunt" way, has a mean streak.

has probably planned out three different ways to hide your body.

will refer to irl things with fanfiction tropes.

on the occasion that she does exercise, it's mostly weightlifting or strength training (but hates doing it).

paints her nails often, they reflect her mood.

has an immense amount of knowledge about very niche topics, but cannot do long division.

true crime enjoyer (derogatory).

her typing quirk is that while she writes with proper grammar, she will answer everything with 3x longer of wordcount than a normal person because of her use of filler words or excess synonyms that you might find with new/novice writers (me, i'm talking about myself i'm calling myself out). also she uses -this- for emphasis.

#homestuck #homestuck fantroll #hs #chris doodles

[panlight]

Let's say that vampirism actually enhances a person's WORST trait (rather than an innate ability or power). What would be each Cullen's enhanced flaw?

I keep trying to answer this and I keep coming back to like, twisting their positive traits into a flaw, so I guess that's where my brain is going with this.

Like, Carlisle. I think if negative things were enhanced we'd end up with someone who is like . . . 'saving' everyone. He knows best, he wants to help, congrats you're a vampire now whether that's something you'd ever have wanted or not. He'd like amass a huge coven much more quickly and before he himself had really beaten the bloodlust/thirst stuff, so either it's just way too many vampires to keep in line and they start killing lots of people, or it really becomes a cult-like sort of thing with his natural ability to draw people to him also being twisted/corrupted. Probably wiped out by the Volturi early on because yikes.

With Edward I guess it would be his judgmental streak? Already in canon he is pretty quick to decide this person is bad based on a few idle thoughts, thoughts this person might actually consider intrusive, or thoughts they would never voice nor act on. He's probably leave on his rebellion much sooner because he would be convinced he'd ridding the world of monsters and Carlisle's like, "he's just like my father." I think whether he can still read minds in this scenario or not wouldn't really make a difference, he'd still appoint himself judge, jury and executioner.

The dark side of ability to love, to me, is possessiveness and jealousy. So an Esme with flaws intensified I see as someone who is very possessive and jealous of those she loves, to a manipulative and unhealthy degree. Lots of guilt-trips and "don't you love me?" and all that. Carlisle probably can't keep a job because she's jealous of the time he spends there; the kids probably don't go to school because she wants them with her, etc.

SM seemed pretty happy to highlight Rosalie's flaws already; her vanity, self-absorption, her rudeness. But I think if her power is beauty than the enhanced flaw has to be related to that too, so either enhanced vanity or maybe she's more like a Heidi type who can lure people in not just with looks but with a little something supernaturally extra. Whether she still abstains from human blood or not, she could still use and manipulate people with that kind of power.

Emmett's competitiveness and impulsiveness could be the enhanced flaws. It would be sort of like James, I'd imagine, constantly compelled to put himself (and his family) in increasing levels of danger. It could also enhance his temper; instead of being kind of playfully competitive, he gets actually violently angry.

I mean Alice, let's be real, already manipulates reality and the people in to her will based on her visions. She does so in an attempt to bring about the 'best' future possible, but it still veers into questionable territory pretty quickly. If her sort of pushiness and desire to know and control everything were enhanced, it would take what is already sort of there in canon and push it all the way into a really dark place where she's pulling the strings and creating a future that solely benefits her and doesn't care one bit about who might be harmed in the process.

Jasper lack of self-control intensified would also be, uh, really bad. I suppose he would have been killed by Maria pretty early on if he was that impossible to rein in, unless he killed her first and then the Volturi would have to step in because there is this out of control killing machine who can't control himself running around. If we stick with his gift being corrupted/turned into a flaw, that charismatic streak that he had could turn into a power to actually make people do things, like mind-control of sorts. I personally don't like mind control powers because the lack of free will really squicks me out, but I can go with something like hypnosis, where like some people are more susceptible than others and you can't really get someone to do something they wouldn't do as themselves. So like he couldn't compel the average person to serve as his Renfield or to murder people on his behalf, but he could find people who were susceptible to the power of suggestion AND who had that darkness already in them and get them to do almost anything.

#asks

[shkika]

Got any Headcanon backstory of how each iterator was named? Like, how did No Significant Harassment get his name? How did Five Pebbles get his name? Etc, etc. I'm curious what you think!

OHH what a fun ask to make up stuff on actually. Sure I have some headcanons. Iterator names are so so fun, because there's a lot you can do with them.

Different local groups could have themes perhaps on their names. Or perhaps their names are phrases or sayings or derive from them. I will go with each colony having their individual meaning for the iterator name.

Sliver of Straw- I've talked about her name extensively here! (x) Please check it out, because I LOVE her name. Basically means needle in a haystack + shortening it to SOS is genius. Just the best.

Looks To The Moon- I don't know if this is the most original take, but I do think her name has a lot of meaning especially if you take into account that she's one of the first or at least an extremely old iterator. I compare it to the landing on the Moon in a way even if it sounds silly. This impossible to reach place is now something well withing reach. Her name is to represent looking at opportunity at the impossible and striving to achieve it. Which can connect to.. well answering the impossible ascension question.

Five Pebbles- This is such a hard one for me. But since the game makes such strong parallels between those two. Making them opposites and such it makes sense to see that in their names. While Looks to the Moon's name is grand and aiming for high achievements. Five Pebbles' name could perhaps be about the smaller mundane things. Finding the solution in a little nook or cranny somewhere close to you. A place where you'd least expect it.

One name is to aim hight and strive for the impossible. The other is about staying low and finding the answer in the small things in life. Which is hilarious if you look at their actual characters. With FP making the bold dangerous decisions and experiments and LTTM vibing like a much more grounded character than him. I love those two.

No Significant Harassment- People find his name really weird which is amusing, because it's really not! To me at least. It can very simply mean "No real harm done". Which I think is probably the intention and it suits his funny guy personality quite a lot. In a way his name could mean peace! A fun hc I discussed with @creeket is that perhaps before NSH was built the colony was divided into four factions/houses that hated each other. The iterator was a reason for them to unite and work on something together which is what the four connected diamonds on his forehead represent.

Seven Red Suns- Okay this is one of the names I struggle the most with. My headcanons about SRS which I've mentioned before is that their colony is very religious and made them as an actual god, treating him as an actual all knowing god much muuch more than the other iterators are treated to the point Seven Red Suns has actual political power (which they really don't want to have). So I think their name is supposed to express how grand and impressive they are. Seven as in complete, perfect. Red is a royal, regal color and of course Suns further cementing their godhood. It makes me think of how the sun is often personified or given a deity to represent it. It can be a cruel leader that dries the land, but also give life and light.

Of course there's many ways to take it in completely different ways. Red stars if I'm not mistaken are the coldest.

Chasing Wind- I also really really like this iterator name. I like to imagine it as either one of two things or both. Chasing after something that is right in front of you yet just barely out of grasp. Like y'know the wind! Or your head is Chasing wind. Having an abundance of thoughts or ideas. Your imagination and creativity running wild and free like the wind!

Unparalleled Innocence- It's so on the nose haha. There is no buts or anything that is a direct opposite to her name in my headcanons. She's a very well meaning innocent person. She was the last iterator to be ever made and lacks a lot more context than the other. She was based of the concept of a child. Which of course children are known for their innocence and unique approach to the world.

#ask #anonymous #rain world #rainworld #lore rambles #kiki rambles #this was a lot of fun #i hope its an enjoyable read as well! #it took me a while bahah #ah #as for grey wind? #she doesnt count :) #in my version of the story #thats not a name given by the ancients #she gave that to herself.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I break off an old friendship with someone who stayed by my side despite my mental and general life issues, after everyone else had left?

This friend from high school had been a great friend, kept me company when I was all alone, supported me through two bad breakups, we went to the same college and we were very close.

Until I started talking more openly about politics, being queer, mental health etc. She's the facebook liberal type, slightly left of center. She gave me the freedom to be more open with her by being cool with taboo topics, then turned sour when it extended beyond what she knew. Examples, she'd change subject if I talked about queer media when normally she's telling her friends how she had a sleepover with her "wife" and saw each other naked. She was surprised to learn that you're not supposed to out someone against their will. She believes cops are bad only in USA. We're not Americans.

She started being open with me too, she told me how she hated it when her classmates talked about their favorite music, how she hated any fandom stuff they talked about besides discussing fanfics with another fandom friend, how she makes excuses so she can go wherever she wants alone and not with friends. She told me she spies on my exes on facebook insta etc and tried to tell me what they've been up to and only stopped telling me about after many requests and explanations as to why that made me really uncomfortable.

A few months ago she and I had a fight, she exclaimed that my politics was too American (I'm just an average leftist like most of 30+ tumblr and my other friends), that my politics was too fandom oriented (she avoids fandom so much she has blocked activists for even hinting at being a fandomgoer, like discussion of racism in fandom is waste of time and silly to her, fan-anything can't be taken seriously), mocked me for having childish interests (just knowing pop culture in general) then we stopped talking.

After some months she texted that she really misses talking to me as I was her only "progressive friend" who understood her when she wanted to discuss feminism, movies, world politics etc. She said she needed me to be her gateway to pop culture knowledge as I knew so many cool new things. She begged me to be friends again, and since I missed hanging out with her a lot I started chatting again. But I told her that it was hard for me to forgive her and I'd leave for real if she hurts me again.

This time she let go of the normal daily stuff we used to talk about and only stuck to Topics of Debate. She asked me to teach her progressive thinking, educate her, but when I asked if she wanted to touch on lgbt+ topics or physical -mental health related topics outside of her comfort zone of basic sexual health, she danced around a lot instead of giving an answer. I snapped and asked yes or no, she said no.

I asked her if she understands that even if she didn't feel like those topics were her priority, I'd probably want to talk about them with her as a queer neurodivergent person and friend, would that be an issue? She kind of ignored it to say that basically her priority was just local political gossip, religion, and a little bit of solarpunk stuff, outdated at that. I was disappointed but let it go and we decided to talk later.

The other day she messaged me with her usual gossip about how her friends are being too excited about some music stuff and what book she thinks I should read (we have completely different taste). And I got a panic attack. Since then I've had multiple panic attacks at the thought of having to talk to her.

She has been one of my oldest friends, she supported me and took my side in every breakup I had and she forced me to go outside when I was severely depressed, she was practically family, but now I feel like I'm walking on eggshells. If I bring up any topic she dislikes she's going to turn away, if I come out to her as trans she'll joke and start to avoid me, she doesn't want to learn anything new even though she takes pride in being a great learner, if I talk about things that make me happy she'll ignore it. I don't know if she'll go and tell others how cringey my interests are. Maybe she'll go to my exes and tell them I used her as support and threw her away when she didn't meet the standard as that's been a line of thinking among my exes.

I'm also struggling with BPD and anxiety, so maybe I'm hating her now and will want her back later, it's my brain being a jerk? I think I'm overreacting and she won't do any of these, but I also feel so drained after we talk these days. I need friends who I can talk to about mundane things, friends who share memes with me and tell me what anime they're passionate about, what new recipe they liked, instead I feel like I'm just there to drag her down with my issues and politics and dumb jokes. But multiple people think I used and discarded them for not agreeing politically, I'd usually disagree but what if I am the problem and I expect too much?

So I'm asking, am I being a jerk if I cut her off?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[tamurilofrivendell]

The Dragon | part 2 | Thranduil x Reader

{Part One} {Part Two} {Part Three} {Part Four} read on AO3

A/N: the first part was meant to be it but I honestly couldn’t stop myself writing more beause I got attached so here we are… there will be a couple more where they can finally work shit out.

Pairing: Thranduil x Female Reader

Summary: All discussions of what to do with the dragon have not gone well and as time passes Thranduil’s frustration only seems to grow.

Content etc: Angst. Brief violence? Assumed unrequited feelings. Tiniest bit of fluff.

tags: @firelightinferno​​, @achromaticerebus​​, @coopsgirl​​, @birbixo0912​​, @desert-fern​​​, @ancient-rime​​, @captainchrisstan​

You and Thranduil had found yourselves very unable to come to any sort of conclusion after he had released you from the dungeon without killing your dragon. You had argued, quite horribly, and you had both said some things that you perhaps hadn’t meant. Thranduil had thrown you out and ordered you to stay within the confines of your chamber and under no circumstances were you or Aegnor allowed to leave it. A guard was posted outside and food was delivered right to your door. You supposed it was better than still being locked down  in the dungeon as though you were nothing but an orc.

Thranduil did not come to see you for the first three days, his anger so high that he was afraid of what he might do. Though he knew now that he did not have it in him to hurt you, he still felt as though you had betrayed him rather severely, and having no real way to resolve it was only making him angrier. After three days he found that he had calmed enough to start paying you visits… but the king would not pass the threshold. He always stayed in the doorway, not daring to set foot inside as he might have done in the past.

However, his patience was continuing to grow thinner by the day. That… thing was still small right now but it would grow larger every day. In his long life, he had read many books about the fire-breathing lizards of the north. The first few months after hatching they stayed very small but after that their growth and advancement was fairly rapid. In three weeks it will have grown to the size of a young wolf. Thranduil predicted that in three more it would be the size of a small pony. His fear was spiking once more and he was seriously struggling to come to terms with the fact that he was even allowing this creature to stay here. Those who knew about it had also been shocked, though they had the sense not to voice it to him. Thranduil barely slept or even rested, always listening, always waiting, preparing for the day he’d inevitably have to face the fire once more for his people.

He did not tell you any of this. He probably would have in the past but now he could not. This had caused a rift between you both that he was not entirely certain he could repair, a fact which pained him more than he could find words for. Should he even want to repair it? You had concealed this terrible thing from him, committed treason, pushed him well past his limits… and you had not yet even apologised for any of it.

He stood in the doorway with his arms crossed but his fingertips were ghosting over the hilt of his sword. Ready, if need be, to strike.

Aegnor was curled up on your lap. You were running your fingers over his scales but your eyes were on Thranduil.

“Will you not come in?” You asked him, though you already knew the answer.

Thranduil shook his head, his eyes flickering between you and Aegnor. The dragon did not look ready to launch an attack - indeed, it could not yet even breathe fire - yet Thranduil simply could not relax. It was driving him insane.

You lowered your gaze, looking at Aegnor with eyes full of sorrow. He would soon enough be too big to stay here, you knew this. All talk of what to do about it had ceased. You did not know what to do. Thranduil did not know what to do. He had told you that he did not feel comfortable simply letting the dragon loose and walking away. You knew that, truthfully, Thranduil did not feel comfortable allowing the creature to live at all.

You could see no way around it but you knew that you would not let him hurt Aegnor. You had become far too attached to the animal. Thranduil would have to kill you first. You both knew it. Though only he knew that he wouldn’t be able to actually do it. You, on the other hand, were very certain that he would do it (and do it happily) if you so much as set one more toe out of line.

You looked down at Aegnor again and frowned, holding back a sigh. He looked unhappy and you knew why but you had been too afraid to even broach the subject with Thranduil. Still, as you looked at the dragon’s sad little face you sighed and turned your attention back over towards him in the doorway.

“What?” The word left his mouth immediately, his voice practically a growl. He knew you were going to ask him for something. Your forlorn sigh had all but given it away and he knew you too well by now. This fact frustrated him.

You winced a little at his tone and glanced back down at your lap, frowning softly. “It’s just that…” You forced yourself to look back up at Thranduil, to have the decency to meet his gaze. “He needs to go outside.”

Thranduil shifted in the doorway, lifting his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose as he squeezed his eyes shut. You didn’t utter a single word as he stood there, breathing in and out very slowly as he did his best to stay calm. When he opened his eyes again, he didn’t look that much calmer to your eyes, but he gestured for you to follow him and turned on his heel, starting off down the hall.

You scrambled to your feet, gathering Aegnor in your arms as you did, and hurried to catch up with Thranduil. You remembered a time when he would have waited and walked beside you down the hallway, sometimes even offering you his arm. You supposed those days were long over but in the back of your mind you told yourself this was still better than nothing.

“Hide it.” He ordered over his shoulder, not bothering to look at you. That was the way you viewed it, at least, but in truth he simply did not dare. He was absolutely fuming, you could practically feel it radiating from him in thick waves.

Carefully, you tucked Aegnor away into your cloak, shushing him when he croaked in frustration. Thranduil did swing his head around then, gaze burning into your cloak like he was a warg ready to go in for the kill and the intensity of his glare actually caused you to stop moving, briefly wondering if you were about to have to make another run for it.

After an uncomfortably long moment, Thranduil turned and continued walking as if nothing had happened, but his strides were quicker and you ended up trailing too far behind him. He waited impatiently for you to follow him through to his chambers, though it made his skin crawl. He had already had the thing in here of course, while you were both attempting to negotiate some sort of solution, and he had hated it just as much then but he wasn’t allowing you outside of these halls and he didn’t want to risk a public outdoor area where just anybody could see. The entire realm did not yet know and he would rather not cause a complete panic… or bring about questions regarding his leadership. It was bad enough he was questioning himself, he didn’t need the entirety of his people to do it too.

He ushered you through to one of his gardens, gesturing for you to go out of the door. Again, he stayed in the entryway looking out, his hand hovering close to his sword.

Your heart was heavy as you looked away from Thranduil and started walking further into the garden. Aegnor crawled out from inside your cloak and made his way up the front of your body, using his little claws to climb his way up your cloak to your shoulder, where he made himself comfortable and looked around at his new surroundings.

Thranduil tensed in the doorway as he watched the dragon settle itself upon your shoulder. Despite everything, he still felt very protective of you. Maybe even more so. Much to his frustration.

He watched but nothing bad happened, just like all the other times he’d expected the dragon to bite or suddenly find its breath and start exhaling fire everywhere. He hadn’t so much as seen a flicker of a flame but he knew it would not be much longer. Every time he thought of it, an ice cold wave of dread descended upon him and he felt like he was drowning in it. Ever since he had found out about you and the dragon, he had felt like he was drowning and Thranduil did not know how to find his way back to the surface.

You moved to sit down on one of the benches and reached up to gently pet Aegnor on the snout. “Go on then…” You said softly, turning your head so you could see him. “Go and play.” You weren’t sure when he would next be afforded this opportunity so you wanted him to make the most of it.

Aegnor paused only a moment, looking from you back to Thranduil over by the door. He eyed the king carefully before he moved, hopping down and loping across the grass where he settled by a flowerbed and started to properly explore.

You watched him, deciding not to look at Thranduil. You would likely only see anger or derision and you were tired of seeing it. You missed the tenderness, the friendship.

Thranduil stood where he was for a long while. He intended to keep an eye on the dragon but his attention kept getting pulled in your direction. You looked so downcast and dejected and, despite himself, he wished he could make it go away.

Surprising himself, he took a step forward and then another, his legs leading him along the path towards you. He hovered only a brief moment, unsure, before he sat down on the bench beside you.

Neither of you spoke for a moment. He was looking at you, you could feel it, but you didn’t turn your head. You kept your gaze on Aegnor who had turned to look at you, afraid for a moment that Thranduil was going to hurt you. You raised your hand and gestured for him to continue looking around. Aegnor hesitated for a minute but then he moved again, trampling across the grass as he found a bird to chase.

“What was that?” The Elvenking asked.

The sudden sound of his voice made you jump a little but you did finally turn to look at him. “He doesn’t trust you. He believes you could hurt me.”

Thranduil scoffed, narrowing his gaze across the garden. “The feeling is mutual.”

You sighed, shaking your head as you looked away again but you should have known it wouldn’t be ignored.

“What?” His voice had that dangerous bite to it again.

“Nothing.”

Thranduil barked a laugh but it was anything but warm. “Well, do not suddenly act shy now. Say what it is you want to say.”

“I would not wish to insult you, my king.” You quipped, the words spilling from your mouth before you could stop them.

Thranduil’s expression darkened. “I’m afraid we are well past that by now, little one.”

You wished he would stop calling you that. Where the nickname used to be an endearment (and feel as such) it had taken on a tone that made you want to cry, and it felt like he now only used it as a weapon with which to stab you.

Lowering your head, you let your hair fall across your face so that he could not see the tears beginning to gather in your eyes. You didn’t answer him, even as you wondered if not answering would just make him more frustrated with you. You didn’t know what to say anymore.

Thranduil, too, went silent. He was looking at you again, not the dragon, and he felt horrible. He longed for the days back when he would be spending his time making you laugh instead of cry.

He turned his attention back to the garden and suddenly jumped up from the bench. “Where is it?!” He demanded, his fingers closing around the hilt of his sword and pulling it from it’s sheath.

Your head snapped up, not caring anymore if he saw your tears, and you too leapt from the bench. You grabbed hold of his arm without thinking, pulling at him. “Thranduil! Thranduil, wait! Please, wait!”

He turned to look at you, eyes wild with the look of a madman ready to kill whatever got in his way. Thranduil blinked as he looked back at you and you felt the muscles in his arm relax the most miniscule amount. “Where is it?’ He asked again, and this time you could hear the slightest hint of fear as he did.

You frowned softly up at him, wishing you could somehow put him at ease. However, you knew that as long as Aegnor was here, you could not. Your fingers squeezed his arm gently in some small attempt to be reassuring. "He will not have gone far. I will find him. Please just… put the sword down, it scares him.”

There was a brief sort of stand off during which the two of you just stood staring back at each other, as if both waiting for the other to yield in some way. Eventually, Thranduil took a step back, gently shaking you off him. Your touch was still something he could not deal with for a length of time. He did not sheath his sword but he did drop it, holding it down at his side, the tip pointing to the ground.

That would have to do.

Slowly, you broke eye contact with him and turned to survey the garden. It was quiet and still now and you had the slightest hint of worry taking hold of you as you started to move across the grass. “Aegnor!” You called softly, hoping that he would come out quickly. You weren’t sure if Thranduil would stay as he was for very long. “Aegnor, come on out… it’s okay. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Somewhere behind you, you heard Thranduil scoff again, but you ignored it.

Moving over to the fountain in the corner, you suddenly came upon a sight that made you laugh out loud. “Come and see this!” You called to Thranduil before you could help yourself.

Thranduil stayed very still for a very long moment before he forced his legs to move, walking towards you in quick strides. He peered over your shoulder with mild curiosity.

There, beneath the deep water of the fountain, Aegnor was swimming in laps.

Thranduil’s frowned softly as he took in the sight. He stepped closer without really meaning to, his hands coming to rest upon the stone edge of the fountain.

It was a slightly bizarre sight simply because of the kind of creature that Aegnor was. Water was no friend to fire. However, it was a little more than that that had captured Thranduil’s attention. It was just such a normal thing for the baby dragon to be doing and he looked to be enjoying it so much, taking such great joy in it, that it threw Thranduil for a moment. Much as you telling him that Aegnor had been afraid of him that first time had done.

He had expected to find the creature plotting or scheming some sort of escape or attack in some dark corner of the garden. Instead, he found it… playing.

You had dropped to your knees beside him, leaning against the fountain as you watched, laughing softly. Thranduil turned his head to look at you, watching you with the same soft frown on his face.

A few more laps and then Aegnor popped his head back up out of the water, splashing you a little, drawing another laugh from you. This one was louder, brighter and Thranduil even felt himself soften just slightly as he looked at you. It was clear this animal brought you a great deal of joy… he just wished it was a raven or something.

His attention moved back to the dragon, who had its front legs up against the side of the fountain, regarding the both of you with a curiously tilted head. Then he shook himself, water droplets landing on your hair and Thranduil’s cloak. You reached out for Aegnor, petting his scales in the way you knew he liked, giggling as he nuzzled your hand back, a soft sound coming from the back of his throat. Thranduil shifted a little beside you as he always did when Aegnor made a noise but he did not move away. Aegnor jumped up onto the side of the fountain then, wriggling his wings a little before he drew them back against his body and sat down in front of you, enjoying your continued attentions.

Thranduil was quiet for a long time and you wondered if he was about to explode again. You could have burst with shock yourself when you watched the king’s hand tentatively, hesitantly, reach out towards Aegnor, gracing him with just the briefest touch of his fingertips before he quickly withdrew his hand and turned on his heel.

“Playtime is over.”

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Thranduil allowed Aegnor into the garden most days after that, though once again he took to lingering over by the door, keeping silent watch. It felt, to you, like five steps backwards and it made you a little unhappy but you were grateful he was even letting Aegnor up here.

Thranduil was angry at himself for his slip in actually touching the dragon like he had. He wasn’t even sure what had brought it on, what had possessed him. Something about you laughing and regarding the dragon with such joy, perhaps, had caused it to overcome him for a moment. He couldn’t really make any sense of it.

Aegnor seemed not to notice the tension anymore as he happily played in Thranduil’s garden. He swam in the fountain, chased birds and butterflies that flew in to escape the darkness of the forest outside, seemed enamoured with certain types of plants and flowers, and began to learn how to fly.

This latter point was yet another source of contention between you and Thranduil.

The first time Aegnor did it, he had just gotten out of the fountain. He’d shook himself off and then moved to hop down from the side. Instead of landing on the grass as usual, you’d watched him glide all the way from the fountain to the bench where you were waiting for him. He was very low to the ground and it hadn’t been the longest distance but you were overjoyed as you gathered him up from where he landed at your feet and praised him. Aegnor had seemed happy at your excitement, perhaps even a little proud of himself.

When you’d looked up at Thranduil, however, he had a dark look on his face and was pinning Aegnor with a sour glare.

After he’d walked you back to your room, you’d gently pushed Aegnor inside first and then turned to look up at him before he could close you in.

“What was that look out there for this time?” You’d asked, too curious and - honestly - upset to hold your tongue.

Thranduil had stared down his nose at you with a frown. “It can fly.”

You glanced over your shoulder to where Aegnor had gone over to his nest of pillows in the corner beside your bed, and curled up with his eyes closed.

“Dragons fly…” You said as you turned back to Thranduil, blinking up at him.

His gaze had followed yours over to Aegnor but at your words his attention flickered back to your face. His frown returned. “I know dragons fly.” He muttered, shaking his head at you. “If he is flying, it will not be long before he can breathe fire.” Thranduil continued, though it didn’t escape your notice that he had referred to Aegnor as he again instead of it. “He cannot stay much longer.”

Before you could respond, he turned around and left, quick footsteps carrying him away down the hall. He did not miss, however, the crestfallen look on your face as he did so.

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The next few times Aegnor sailed through the air across the garden, Thranduil didn’t say anything. In fact, he hadn’t spoken a word for the last few visits to the garden. His silence was both agonising and anxiety-inducing. You didn’t know where his mind was. Nowhere good, you assumed, but still you wished you were able to take a peek at his thoughts.

Thranduil was still scared out of his mind. He was still barely rested and, just that morning, Feren had walked in on him five wines down and near tears brought on by pure fear, as his mind flooded him with images of both the past and of the possible future if he allowed this dragon to stay much longer. Feren had implored him to tell you what he was feeling but Thranduil had refused. He couldn’t. He no longer wished to be vulnerable with you. Not after what you had done. Not after how you had betrayed him and… completely broken his heart. Truthfully, it was not that he didn’t wish to be vulnerable with you. He wished it very much. He wished things could go back to the way they had been, before the dragon. However, he refused to put himself in such a position.

He stood this day, as usual, in the doorway. Watching the dragon. Watching you. Quietly trying to decide what he should do about this entire situation. He wanted the dragon gone. He needed it gone. In all honesty, he was sorely regretting his decision not to just destroy the beast when he’d had the chance, when he’d first intended. The longer he had allowed this little indulgence to continue, the more attached he had watched you become. Now, he found himself unable to just make a decision.

Kill the dragon, lose you for good.

Allow the dragon to live, put his entire realm in danger. Possibly the world.

His skin felt like it was on fire as he stood there, now just staring off into space as his tangled thoughts had gotten the best of him.

When Aegnor seemed to have had all the fun and fresh air he could take and came gliding over to you, you picked him up and stood with a smile, murmuring endearments to him as you turned to walk back over to Thranduil.

You froze the second you lifted your head. “Thranduil…” His name left your lips in a whisper, your breath catching in your throat.

It was only then that Thranduil realised that he was no longer concealing his scars - that he couldn’t - and that the sensation that had been bubbling up inside him was due to this very issue.

He turned his head, letting his hair fall across his face as he started to move back inside. “Take the dragon back to your chamber.” Was the last thing he said to you before he disappeared completely into another room.

When you were finally able to move again, you trailed through the hallways with Aegnor under your cloak and slipped back into your chamber with him. For a long moment, you sat in silence on the edge of your bed. Aegnor could sense your unhappiness, however he was so tired out that he fell asleep in the middle of trying to comfort you. You smiled half-heartedly as you gave him a little kiss and then stood, turning for the door. You threw one glance over your shoulder before you left, thankful for the guard outside being in the middle of swapping with another guard which meant you were able to slip away down the hall unseen.

Your legs carried you back in the direction of Thranduil’s chambers, though you knew it was a bit of a risk. You were aware that he would be angry, furious even. Most of all, you knew he was feeling vulnerable, and you knew just how much he hated that.

Upon reaching his door, however, you hesitated for a long while. You lingered in the hallway until a sound from round the corner forced you into action and you pushed the door open, slipping inside and shutting it behind you before you could be discovered.

The room was dark and it was so quiet you almost wondered if maybe he wasn’t here, until you heard a muffled groan from the bed. You frowned, turning your attention towards the noise as you started to move closer. You were very aware of the fact this could bring his wrath down upon you once more but you didn’t really care. You were too worried about him.

Thranduil had buried himself beneath a mountain of sheets, trying to block out the world, block out the pain, block out his very existence. It was very much not working. His face felt like it was literally on fire. This would sometimes happen, though it happened less now than it used to in the past. It would flare again when things got too much. The healers said it was mostly psychological by now. His burns would feel almost as they had the day he received them and he would find it much harder, or completely impossible, to conceal them.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice was muffled by the sheets but his tone still cut enough to make you hesitate briefly before you pushed your panic away and crossed the rest of the distance towards the bed. You halted at the edge, your knees touching the sheets.

“Thranduil…”

His response came quick, his tone supposed to be hard but wavering as a flash of pain shot through him. “Leave.”

You could point out the exact second that Thranduil lost his composure, if he’d even really had it to begin with. Throwing all caution out the window in your worry, you leaned down and began to attempt to extract him from beneath the sheets. “Please, at least let me look at you… you might need treatment…”

Thranduil’s arm snaked out from his hiding place and his fingers harshly grasped your wrist, pulling you down and onto your back in one quick movement. In almost the same instant he’d thrown the covers away and was looming over you.

“Look then!” He thundered. “Look at the damage monsters like your little pet can inflict!”

Even through the pitch black of the room, you could see the uneven lacerations across the left side of his face, the muscle beneath, the white of his blind eye. It was horrifying to look upon but only because you could scarcely even imagine the pain he had had to endure.

The silence was loud as he glared down at you, his breathing heavy. He was strong even now as he held you in place but you could feel him shaking just a little. Without thinking about it, you slowly lifted your free hand to cup his unscarred cheek. His eyes drifted shut at the contact and his tense expression relaxed a little.

You stared up at him, thumb gently caressing his skin. You felt terrible. You knew that his being like this right now was due to Aegnor. You had brought the dragon here and you hadn’t truly stopped to consider just how much stress and strain it would be putting upon him. The thought had occurred to you, sure, but you’d mostly only been focused on his rage. Beneath it all, simmering away, had been this. It was your fault he was suffering like this and the thought caused tears to gather in your eyes.

“I am so sorry.” You whispered then, finally uttering those long overdue words.

Thranduil opened his eyes and stared down at you. He was quiet and, truthfully, he was surprised. He had been angry that you had not yet apologised but he had told himself it would be too little too late if it ever did come. He’d been wrong because, suddenly, he realized those words were everything.

So overcome was he that he acted without a single thought as he leaned in and captured your mouth with his own.

So surprised were you that you immediately froze, unable to even respond to the kiss.

Thranduil mistook your reaction for disinterest or offence and he immediately pulled back and let go of you, moving to face away from you. “Leave.” He said again, but the fight had gone out of him.

You stayed where you were for a few moments, completely stunned by what he’d just done, before you came back to yourself and sat up. “No.” You told him, reaching out to touch his shoulder. He flinched and shrugged your hand away.

With a sigh, you stood up from the bed. Thranduil assumed you were leaving but he lifted his head just slightly when he heard your footsteps going in the wrong direction. You disappeared into an adjoining room but you returned too quickly for him to say anything. You walked back over to the bed and sat beside him.

“Lie down.” You said softly, looking at him with sad eyes. In your hands you held a cool, damp cloth and an all too familiar jar of ointment.

Thranduil hesitated, staring at you and wondering whether he should mention his stupidity from a few moments ago, but he soon decided that if you were not going to then neither was he. Slowly, he eased himself back down, resting his head upon his pillow.

You smiled just a little then, angling yourself towards him as you opened the jar and took a little of the ointment on your fingers. Taking care to be very gentle, you smoothed the ointment on the areas around his scars, just at the edges.

Sometimes when he was like this Thranduil would forgo treating himself in any way, as if it were some sort of punishment. He knew it was wrong but it was a habit he would often default to.

Thranduil watched you very carefully. He could feel his ire decreasing and he could feel his face stinging a little less. There was slight wonder in his expression as he stared at you. How you could even look at his face like this, how you could touch it! It made his heart swell, though the thought of his unreturned kiss caused it to close up again just a little. Of course you didn’t return his feelings. How could you? Why would you?

Next, you placed the cloth over the entire left side of his face, watching as it seemed to take effect almost immediately. Thranduil’s eyes closed at the cooling sensation and he hummed in satisfaction.

“Oh, that is much better…” He admitted in a whisper and you couldn’t help but smile as you gave his hand a squeeze.

“I’m glad.” You said quietly, gazing at him for a moment longer before you stood and turned in the direction of the door.

“Wait.” His fingers closing around your wrist, this time gently, made you turn back to him. He was looking at you again and what you could see of his expression looked so unsure your heart nearly broke. “Stay.” He murmured. “Stay until I fall asleep.”

It surprised you but you were quick to agree, settling yourself back on the edge of the bed with a soft smile. “Of course.” You pulled the sheets up, making sure he was comfortable. It struck you then that he looked absolutely exhausted and you wondered just how much sleep he’d actually been getting.

He lay there staring at you for a long while until you finally laughed. “You’ll never sleep if you don’t close your eyes.”

Your remark pulled the slightest of chuckles from him - a real one - the first you had heard in what felt like a very long time.

Thranduil nodded his agreement before he dutifully closed his eyes and focused on the cool sensation of the cloth on his face and the warm presence of you beside him.

Just when you thought he’d fallen asleep, his voice sounded again. “Thank you.” For the apology and for helping him. “Tomorrow we will try to talk again… about Aegnor.”

The dragon’s name from his lips shocked you and, despite his eyes being shut, the slight smirk pulling at the right corner of his mouth told you he knew it.

You stayed there until Thranduil finally did fall asleep and then you stood. You might have stayed the whole night if things were different but you decided against it. Besides, you needed to go back to your own chamber and make sure Aegnor was fed.

Your thoughts flickered back to the kiss as you turned for the door. You’d almost forgotten about it in your desire to help him. You weren’t really sure what to make of it. The moment had been strange and perhaps he had simply been confused, caught up, something… you didn’t know and you decided you weren’t going to embarrass or anger him by asking. Tensions had been running high and he’d been very vulnerable. People did lots of things they’d never dream of when they were feeling that way. It wasn’t about you, you decided, albeit a little sadly.

Still, you couldn’t resist turning back just slightly and leaning down to press a soft kiss to his unscarred cheek before you scurried from the room.

The guard outside your door gave you a look of complete shock as he watched you rush past him and close yourself away. He’d been certain you were already inside the room and he just hoped that he wouldn’t face his king’s wrath tomorrow.

Aegnor was still asleep when you entered so you turned to ready yourself for bed and slipped under the covers, feeling suddenly drained as your emotions caught up with you.

You truly hoped that you and Thranduil might be able to work better together this time to come to some sort of decision about Aegnor that would suit everyone, as difficult as it may be.

Closing your eyes, doing your best to ignore your nerves for the day that lay ahead, you eventually drifted off to sleep with the memory of Thranduil’s lips on yours.

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