#but i still have to rp as a normal person just to make y’all comfortable. idk. im over it

[vvyrmwood]

“you’re autistic but your so high functioning” no i’m not actually. im some things maybe but others no. i’m forced to over extend myself and have to pretend to be in order to be a cog in capitalism machine

#calling me high functioning is not the compliment alltistics seem to think it is btw #having to mask so much is extremely taxing and physically painful at times #being told i don’t seem autistic or im so high functioning that it’s like i’m not autistic is like #buddy u have no idea i am Not this person u think i am at all. im weird and annoying and struggle #but i still have to rp as a normal person just to make y’all comfortable. idk. im over it

[slowandsteddie]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by: @numinosmoon

1. How many fics do you have on AO3?

Currently, three. (find me at deleteurtexthistory ; also have a sideblog by the same name where I just share my own writing if y’all are interested)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

8,388.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I write for a lot of fandoms, but so far I’ve only posted for Stranger Things. The other stuff I have is more… dark. More for me.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Uhh… I only have three published, but

Claudia Henderson and Her Two Boys has 119

Cleaning Headstones has 91

It’s My Turn (To Be The Hero) has 74

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes I do. I know it makes me happy when someone replies to my comment.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Can we count one’s that are still a work in progress? Because I’m writing a Steddie thing based on my grandparents' love story. And I’m going to have to keep it true to source, which means that someone is gonna die. If not, I wrote a Marvel one where the main character gets saved by someone only to end up dying (again?) a few chapters later because they were returning the favor… I’m not posting that one anywhere anytime soon.

7. What’s the fic that you wrote with the happiest ending?

I try to make all of my fics have a happy ending, with only the two exceptions. But I think the happiest is the one where Steve didn’t get what he wanted because he ended up getting something (someone!) even better.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not so far, luckily.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes and no. Yes, I do write it a lot. No I haven’t actually shared it with anyone other than a RP partner. When writing a smut scene, I go with the flow and the comfort levels of the person I’m writing with. When I write for myself, I notice that I tend to go omegaverse if that helps y’all figure out what kind.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest you’ve ever written?

I do write crossovers! I think my craziest might be Supernatural and Riverdale. To be fair, it was a crack fic.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of, but someone did use our RP (without permission) and turned it into a fic that they posted on Wattpad. Everyone’s favorite parts are the ones that I WROTE. I’m still salty about it. They could have asked or given credit.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I would be so incredibly honored if anyone were to ever ask.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! In high school, I co-wrote a One Direction fic with my best friend at the time. I also have co-wrote on a Teen Wolf fic around the same time. I did our boy Stiles justice before I had ever actually seen the show. I wonder if I can find those fics. Hm…

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Steddie. 10000% Steddie. It is all I can think about most of the time. I have never been so obsessed with anything in my life. (And I’m autistic with Hyper Fixations being a normal occurrence.)

15. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Well. The thing is, I’m torn on it. It’s a SVU/Stranger Things crossover. I want to finish it, just to say that I have. But at the same time, it is… Probably the darkest thing I have ever attempted to write. I do know that I’ve taken some of the lighter scenes out and used them elsewhere. I say that I’ve posted a dark thing on here before, but it is so Tame compared to how dark I go most of the time. Like I will edit to make it more palatable and I have no idea why I do that.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think that I’m good at dialogue. I’m good at explaining things, most of the time. At least in my opinion.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I never think anything I write is ever good enough. I always feel like I have to tame it, or lighten it, or just change everything about it in general. Even my answers have been edited and I still no happy.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

It’s good as long as someone isn’t forcing it. Like don’t have someone just randomly throwing in the other language to prove that they know it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

It was either StarGate: SG1 or Charmed.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Cleaning Headstones for my published ones. There is one that I wrote in high school called The Wrong Mister Wright about werewolves and the main character falls for a guy with an older brother who ends up being his True Mate, so he has to decide between his heart and fate. And I think it’s really well paced considering I was like 14 when I wrote it. One of the few fics that I didn’t second guess every single word.

Tagging: anyone who wants to participate 💜

#twenty questions #twenty questions tag game #tag game #a bit about me #kinda steddie #let me know if I put the wrong link on anything #I’m at work lol

[sword-and-lance]

Shamelessly nicked from @laora-ryn because I can 8D

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How many works do you have on ao3?

Six. :’D Would be INFINITELY MORE if I stopped being a pansy and actually posted all my XIV OC stuff to AO3, but alas… (For real I’ve been writing XIV stuff here for YEARS. Y E A R S. Y’all have no idea how many words about this big dumb Roe I’ve put to digital paper!)

What’s your total ao3 word count?

11,008 assuming I haven’t jacked up my math somewhere.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

JJK, FFXIV, Gundam 00, also a smattering of weird Zoids stuff every so often.

Are there any new fandoms you want to write for?

Uhhhhhhh none I can think of?

Which of your fics do you want more attention for?

The 00 ones :’D not anyone’s fault the fandom is so tiny though omg

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I sure make an effort to—it’s nice to know that your comment got seen and appreciated ya know?

What sorts of things do you normally write?

Generally “character pieces”, sometimes mindbending body horror, sometimes some weird mix of both…just depends on what I’m going for lol and it’s usually revolving around someone being too damn stubborn to stop doing something.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Oh, “Fault”, without a doubt. Though the ending of the “From The Ashes” arc from my XIV stuff is right up there ngl…

What’s a fic that pushed you out of your comfort zone?

ALL MY XIV STUFF, if just because the notion of writing things for OCs and specifically doing so in a way that’s more often than not kinda lorebendy was. A Lot. At first. I’m a lot more comfortable now though lol

Do you write crossovers? What’s the wildest one you’ve written?

Uhhhh I don’t do that with fic, generally, but RP? You betcha. In that particular case the answer is “anything I write with Amba”.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Oh I’ve had snitty comments now and again but I just delete that shit, ain’t nobody got time for that.

Do you write smut? if so what kind?

Yes I do, no you’re not allowed to see it. :P

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I’m aware of?

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Co-PLOTTED a fic, yes. Co-WRITTEN, no.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

LockTie from 00 is good shit dammit

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I PLEAD THE FIFTH D8

What are you currently working on?

Alternating between XIV stuff and 00 stuff yeehaw

What are your writing strengths?

I’m told I do third person limited POV very well, and characterization stuff. And metaphors. So many goddamn metaphors

What are your writing weaknesses?

Endings, I stg I can’t do endings for sweet fuckall :’D

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Uhhhh HM, depends. No one size fits all answer here; genuinely depends on what you’re going for effect-wise, the POV, the audience for the fic…and so on. Apologies for being vague but yeah the full answer would take me ages and I’d still probably miss something…

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Most recent?

Zoids was the first fandom, XIV was the most recent even if I haven’t posted it yet…oops

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Go read “Fault” dammit it’s the best thing I’ve ever done

What fic are you most proud of?

ACTUALLY I have a different answer for this than the above. “From The Ashes” is actually the one I’m most proud of TECHNICALLY. Mostly because I made @semper-miles really proud of it and given that Solv was always HER character…I just aimed to do my best to give closure to that. And I think I hit it. :) ILU friend

#; ooc thingamabobs

[eeveedel]

For the thick alpha mafia: we know that louis in this au is v independent and strong, but can we see a scene where he’s suddenly vulnerable? (like when there’s a raid and he thinks h has been hurt). Or when Louis actually agrees to bond? x

This is more vulnerable Harry than Louis but I hope you enjoy it! Pls note this is copied from my RP with @houayloriana and I just edited it a bit; I wrote the stuff from Harry’s POV and she wrote Louis’s POV, so the viewpoints shift a bit and it’s not written like a normal fic. This is more meant to give y’all a taste of the AU we came up with together, so be kind xx

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Louis knew, logically, he should’ve been running for the hills, far away from this life and this man, try and salvage a way to forget about his missing little finger.Yet, he wanted to just lay with Harry, breathe him in.Louis quickly scurried to the master bathroom to wash his face with some warm water and peer around at what looked like to be a freshly cleaned and spruced bathroom, by one of his maids no doubt.He came back out to find Harry was still not there, so he climbed on his large bed, legs crossed, sitting upright and swimming in the large silk pajamas Harry has given him to wear. Even with the drawstring of the pants tightened all the way, his waist was still too small for it to wrap around completely.

Harry entered soon, and smiled to himself when he saw Louis sitting in his bed, surrounded in loose silk. He looked beautiful, so out of place in Harry’s big clothes, and yet it seemed to make perfect sense he was there.Louis looked at Harry, eyed tired and wide, vulnerable.“Lay with me.. please,” he asked softly, eyes flickering the open space on the bed next to him. “Please, sleep here with me..” he started to beg, uncaring if he sounded desperate. “I— I don’t want to be alone right now,” he sniffled, beginning to squirm with neediness.

Harry moved quickly to come over to the bed and kissed him.

“I’ll hold you, just lay down, sweetheart,” Harry coaxed. He pulled back the covers on the opposite side of the bed, moving next to Louis. He realized he chosen a side of the bed just for himself, always content to just sprawl in the middle of the mattress. He had never picked a side for his own bed, never had anyone to share it with.

Once he was under the covers Harry pulled Louis close to him, cradling his petite body. He knew Louis was small but had never felt him like this, so loose and dwarfed next to Harry’s own body.

Louis exhaled contentedly. He burrowed between Harry’s plush pectorals, inhaling his heady alpha scent. He nuzzled him, scented him, bringing his knees up to curl in slightly, small feet disappearing into the bottom of the silk pants. The nub where his little finger used to be throbbed, a dull pain radiating from there to his whole hand. The doctor had given him two small pills that seemed to dull it, a bottle of a few still sitting in the room he was examined for later.

He was a little fuzzy, from his fading adrenaline and being surrounded by his alphas scent. It was everywhere around him. His pajamas smelled of laundry detergent and him, his room smelling of cologne and his natural scent, bedsheets the same.Harry leaned down and nuzzled his nose into Louis’s shoulder. He still smelled so sweet, but his scent was laced with bitterness and fear, and it made Harry grip him tighter, digging his fingers into Louis’s back. There were guards in every nook and cranny of this house and its grounds, the worst thing that had happened to his home was a single broken window. But he felt like he was the last defense against Louis and anything in the outside world, he would do anything to protect him if he needed to. And still, his fingers shook a bit despite his tight grip, his nerves coming through.“This,” he started, and then swallowed, feeling his voice shake, “This is the first time I’ve had a b-b-boy in my b-bed,” he said, exhaling hard on the last word, rushing to get it out.Louis peered up at him blearily, eyebrows coming together slightly in a look of sympathy. He had no idea harry Harry a stutter. It sounded like more of a speech impediment than a casual fumble over words.“Oh, darling,” he exhaled the words, scooting up the bed slightly to put his face in his alphas warm neck, his pulse point throbbing erratically. “My sweet alpha,” he murmured gently, hand going to Harry’s messy head of curls, combing his fingers through it, all four of them.

Harry’s eyes and cheeks burned and he shook his head while the omega touched him and spoke to him so sweetly. Louis’s hand was so gentle in his hair, but Harry could feel where his hand had been bandaged and there was no longer a finger then. His stomach turned and he closed his eyes. “You got hurt because of me,” he said. The thought had been bouncing in his head for a long time, but it was bitter finally coming out. “I’m s—“The S lodged in his mouth, his tongue trapping it. He tried to purse his lips, coo, force it out like he had trained himself to do years ago. But his throat and tongue were both betrayed him, going stiff and choking him as he tried to speak.“S-s-s-s—“ he tried, and then squeezed his eyes shut again and whined weakly with frustration. He felt anger bubble inside him, but it wasn’t white hot rate, just frustration and underneath that, fear.He clung tightly to Louis’s fingers gripping at the loose fabric on the omega’s body, and he leaned in to breathe him in deep.“S-Sorry,” he finally breathed out.

Louis withdrew his face from Harry’s neck, hand still in his hair, looking at his alpha as he choked on the letter S, like he wanted it to come out, but somehow it was trapped in his mouth.

“Darling.. take your time,” he said softly, not even a touch antagonizing. He’d heard of people with speech impediments before, about stuttering and even those who had lisps or were completely mute. He had no idea Harry was one who had a stammer, and it make his frown deepen at the sight of Harry struggling to communicate with him. He’d figured Harry had trained himself or simply grown out of it, since he had no idea prior to this night, but the events had triggered it.

Harry felt dizzy and breathless with the effort of speaking, and he panted for a moment.“Done that since I was a k-kid,” he managed, swallowing hard after the last word. He felt his body tense, ready for Louis to laugh at him and tell him he was slow. He had heard it all before, but he didn’t know if he could survive it coming from Louis.“It’s— or for Pete’s sake, Harry, don’t you dare be ashamed, not for one second,” Louis scolded, hand moving from his hair to pet his scarred face, the keloid marks hard under his palm.He burrowed into Harry’s warmth, hands moving to caress both sides of the alphas face. He leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to his mouth, slow, no heat behind it, just a calm gesture of tenderness.He pulled away and pressed their foreheads together. He moved his head back and forth, rubbing their foreheads together in a gentle Eskimo kiss.Louis’s voice was a soft, gentle cooing as he spoke to harry, coaching him through his stuttering and comforting him. He touched Harry’s face gently, rubbing at his thick scar tissue and up over his stubble-covered cheeks. He came forward and kissed him gently, then rubbed their noses together in turn.

Harry wanted nothing more to melt into Louis’s touch, enjoy it fully. But instead he shut his eyes hard and felt a tear slip out, hot and angry. He felt hyper aware of the contrast between them, how Louis was so much smaller, prettier, and gentler than he was. And how he was injured, a part of him taken away he could never get back, and it was Harry’s fault. And Harry didn’t even have to balls or the tongue to tell Louis he loved him. He wanted to push Louis away, but he also wanted to pull him closer, savor every second before he gave Louis a way out. “Louis,” he said slowly. His voice felt a bit more solid, and he pressed hard on his words, trying to get each one out. “Louis, you — I’m not good for you.”He pressed his eyes closed hard, trying to prevent the tears from coming out, but they were already there.“I’m too old and ugly and married to my work and I get angry,” Harry said. “I got your fucking finger cut off, and I can’t even talk right.”He took a long breath, and his voice shook as he spoke again. “Why do you want to stay with me?” He asked, “You should find someone better. You should be happy.”

Louis pulled away from Harry, eyebrows pulling together and downwards at Harry’s words. He pulled back completely and sat up, legs and arms crossed. Harry cringed was Louis moved away from him, and then sat up, leering over Harry and glaring at him in the dark. He tried to sit up on his elbow, grunting as he tried to move his body up.“Listen to me, and listen well,” Louis said, eyes narrowed and beady, tone venomous, “You have no right, absolutely none, to tell me what’s good for me, is that clear? From day one I told you I’m my own omega and I can make my own decisions. I chose you to court me because that is what I wanted. So don’t you dare for a second assume you know what’s best for me, Harry Styles.” “This,” he held his damaged hand up and waved it in Harry’s face, the bandage a bit red on the tip where some excess blood had seeped through. “This is evidence enough I’m here for the long haul. The fact I didn’t run for the hills the second this happened should be proof that I—“ he choked on his words for a second and groaned, gesticulating with his uninjured hand.“That I love you, you miserable fatass!”Harry just blinked. Because amongst the insult Louis had just tossed at him, was the most beautiful word Harry had ever heard. “You love me?” Harry asked softly. “But — but why?”He rushed on, already seeing Louis frown. “I mean...” he trailed off. “I love you. I really do. You are the first person I gave loved in a long time. But why would you love me?”He twisted his fingers, looking down. He felt his stutter rearing up, slipping in and choking him as he tried to speak.“Is it my m-money? Because you can find someone else with money, someone b-better than m-me.”

Louis narrowed his eyes at his alpha, tilting his head to the side. “I take offense to that, I’ll have you know. You know damn well I have my own money. I make my own money. Sure, it’s not as much as you, but I have a top floor loft and priceless collectibles and money to burn. I want no one for their money, Harry, don’t flatter yourself.”Harry swallowed hard, clasping his hands together.“I can try to take c-care of you. But I don’t know if I c-can. Not the way you deserve.”He turned sincere for a moment. “Harry, I don’t want to be taken care of. I’m not a helpless omega or a damsel in distress that you need to rescue. Sure, tonight getting my pinky lobbed off before I could perform sort of tossed a wrench in that, but, you didn’t rescue me.. you helped me, Harry. That’s all I want from you, from.. from.. us, a mutual understanding and respect, and for you to know I’m not just your omega, but I’m a person, too,” he said, voice more quiet and vulnerable.

Harry blinked, biting down a bit on his tongue to keep himself from piping up as Louis spoke.

The omega in front of him was small, even smaller looking while drowning in Harry’s pajamas and in his big bed, but his body bristled and he spoke quickly and harshly.He softened as he spoke, and then, suddenly, he was yawning and collapsing into Harry, grabbing his arm. He inched closer to Harry, laying down once more and snuggling close into his warmth. “I’m tired, Harry.. will you hold me, please? Your doctor gave me quite a heavy dose of painkillers, and I think they’re working..” he yawned, wrapping both of his arms around Harry’s thick forearm, nuzzling his cheek into his warm palm.Harry lifted the covers, drawing them more firmly over top of Louis. When he was done he put his hand on the back of Louis’s head, drawing him closer to his chest. The omega was going soft and pliant in his arms, sleepy with exhaustion and pain pills. Harry kissed his forehead and held him carefully, setting his other hand on Louis’s hip to keep him grounded. “Sweet dreams,” Harry said softly. He looked down at Louis, slowly slipping off in his arms. The first time an omega had slept with him in this bed. The first time Harry had let an omega get this close to him.With Louis drowsy in his arms, he thought about what Louis said he wanted. An equal partnership, to stand on his own two feet. Harry hadn’t thought about mating in years, but in the back of his mind, he always assumed he would be the provider and keep the same control he had over the rest of his life. But Louis was breaking that all apart, and Harry wasn’t sure if he minded.

#chubby 1d #drabbles #Anonymous #ask

[disasterdeacy]

Anything You Ask

A/N: Okie, so quite a few people, like 7 of y’all requested an early 70s Bri fic, and like 4 of those requests were specifically asking for Tenerife, so HERE YA GO! S/O to Tori @meddows-taylors for helping me with this in our RP, ilysm bitch. Word Count: 13.9k (y’all idk) Pairing: Brian May x Reader Time Frame: 1970 Summary: Y/N and Brian have been friends and research partners for 2 years, but on a trip to Tenerife, everything changes Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Unprotected Sex, Like, Graphic Unprotected Sex, Wrap it Before You Tap it, Someone Get These Kids Some Gatorade and a Ciff Bar.

 God, you hated planes, trains, busses, fuck, and at this point absolutely anything that wasn’t a stable mattress in a cool room. 

The plane ride from London to Tenerife had been long, hot, cramped, and extremely uncomfortable, but it hadn’t been uncomfortable for the reason most people would think. No, it had honestly been quite roomy despite the cramped nature. It was uncomfortable because you had been sat next to resident shy boy, probable love of your life, and angel faced baby, Brian May.

 The curly haired boy and you had been friends for a little over two years, meeting in your first PhD level course after graduating from Imperial with our Bachelors. You’d been instantly intrigued by the man, the way he dressed screamed “Extrovert with a wild sense of humor and definitely could rock your world when given the chance” and yet, when you spoke to him that morning, he couldn’t even hold your gaze, his long fingers instead focused on picking fuzz off of the red velvet of his trousers.

 Brian May was an enigma wrapped in a goddamn paradox... and you are 347% certain that you are head over heels in love with him. When the two of you had decided to do a joint dissertation on the radial velocities of zodiacal light, you both knew that you would be spending an insane amount of time together, most of it in Spain. You had been overjoyed at the prospect, desperate to spend as much time possible with the sweet demure boy, and yet here you were. Your body was practically on fire as the two of you headed to our hotel, where Brian had only managed to get a single room, cramped in the backseat of the taxi we’d hailed from the taxi rank outside the airport.

 His hair smelled like orange blossoms, that’s all you could think… fucking hell, you were definitely screwed this trip.

Brian’s foot taps against the floor of the taxi, his long legs cramped in the small car as he tries to give you as much room as possible. He’s chewing nervously at his thumbnail as he watches the scenery go by. He was beyond excited to be here in Tenerife with you to work—you were a bloody genius and he admired you greatly. He knew the two of you would have an amazing time and do incredible research.

But he was also dreading it. Because you were the smartest, prettiest, funniest, loveliest person he’d ever met and he could barely even look at you without getting flustered! Roger teased him about it endlessly, but he couldn’t help it.

 When the taxi pulls up to the hotel, Brian unfolds himself out of the car, immediately going to gather the bags. He gets yours, too, smiling bashfully at you. “No, I’ve got it! You go in and get the room keys.”

He can’t help but look you up and down as you walk away from him, before he quickly averts his eyes from your ass, feeling guilty.

‘Jesus, Brian. Control yourself.’ He scolds himself as he follows you inside, strategically holding the suitcases in front of his lap...

A large smile and small blush overtakes your face upon Brian insisting on getting your bag. Goddamnit, could he be anymore perfect? You hold up your hands in mock surrender and headed inside the hotel, sighing in relief as the AC hit you like a brick. Tenerife was hot, it was July, and you were NOT about to sweat your ass off in front of Brian for the next, who knows how long... you’d not exactly booked return flights.

Strolling up to the front desk you smile at the attendant, giving them Brian’s name and expecting everything to be in order. He’d called 4 months earlier and booked a double room, just to save some money, you’d been the one to suggest it.. just.. hoping that maybe, JUST MAYBE Brian would finally see you in the same light that you saw him, if he was forced to room with me.

“Hola! Um.. reservation for May.” The lady at the desk simply smiled you, opened her book, highlighted the aforementioned reservation, handed you two keys, and wished you a good time. Everything seemed all nice and normal, until you arrived at the door to the room. Brian was already there waiting for you, sitting languidly on your suitcase, picking at his nails. He hadn’t noticed you.

“You know, you’re going to end up ripping your nail clean off if you keep doing that Bri. “

His head shoots up to look at you, loose curls bouncing, and he stands quickly—just narrowly missing smashing his head against the door frame.

He blushes like mad, though he grumbles at you, at least the banter was safe and familiar territory.

“I can study the stars without a thumbnail.”

He jokes, but stops picking at it in order to move the bags out of your way as you unlock the door.

He walks in, stopping short when he sees the single bed

“Oh.”

 Christ, he’d forgotten all about it, they’d booked this trip so far in advance. God, he had to share the bed with you. Fuck. Maybe he could take the floor? No, that would seem rude. And weird. Friends shared beds all the time, right?

 You roll your eyes at Brian’s comment, shaking my head a bit as you opened the door, mouth dropping a little in shock when you see the single bed. Oh fuck, you’d completely fucking forgotten it wasn’t a fucking double room.. You completely sympathized with Brian’s little oh, because that’s.. um....

“I-I can go down and see if they have another room if you want.. if they have a double room?”

You really didn’t want to, you wanted to sleep in the same bed as Brian, wanted to.. god you just wanted to fucking cuddle with him! How lame is that.

“I-um, I don’t mind it, but if you’re uncomfortable with it, I completely understand..” You are leaning against the bathroom door, picking at your own nails now.. a little nervous for what he was going to say.

He shakes his head quickly, not wanting to cause any problems “No!”

The word is nearly squeaked out, and he takes a moment to clear his throat, trying to seem calm. “No, this is fine. As long as my feet don’t hang off the bed.”

The joke is a weak one, but he’s thankful that you huff out a soft laugh. He sets the bags down and looks at you; it’s obvious you’re nervous. He looks at his toes “Be honest with me, Y/N, I can pay for another room, really.”

Your eyes widen slightly and you move from the doorframe to stand in front of him, taking his hands in yours..God his fingers were so long..

“No! No, I-I want to sleep with you!”

You mentally cursed yourself for the way that sounded, and while it might’ve been true, that didn’t mean you should’ve yelled that out loud!

“I-I just mean, I don’t mind at all Brian... “ You let out a light chuckle, trying to redeem yourself and make your words seem less creepy.

“As long as you don’t mind me cuddling you like a baby koala while I sleep, I’m perfectly content with the hand that we’ve been dealt... and anyway, if your feet hang off the bed, mine will too.” God, you were still holding his hand, he probably thought you was some kind of freak.. he was too good for you anyway, too... perfect.

 His cheeks are bright red he knows, but he nods, chuckling a little. “Not if I koala cuddle you first.”

He smiles at you, trying to salvage SOME of the situation. Looking warily over at the bed, he rubs his neck sheepishly, blush only deepening when he thinks of you pressed against him in the morning.. Clearing his throat, he claps his hands together, making you jump just a little. “I mean it looks nice at least.”

You breathe a little sigh of relief, blushing like mad when he mentions cuddling you. God, he was the single most adorable human being to ever walk the planet, and he really didn’t know it did he?

“I’m willing to place cold hard cash on the fact that we’re going to get some serious sleep on that bed Brian. “ Winking at him, you make a run for the bed, throwing yourself on it, a moan falling from your lips as the comfort envelops you. “God, Bri, come feel this bed, it’s orgasmic.”

 Brian bites his lip at your moan, yelling at himself in his head to CHILL OUT!!!! He strides over, trying to pretend he was confident and not freaking out at all. When he flops onto the bed, however, he can’t help but groan, his body relaxing into the mattress. “Goddamn.”

 Stretching out he smiles, pleased to find that he actually fit on the bed. Laughing at his reaction, you nod into the pillow and flip onto your stomach, eyes trained on Brian’s almost angelic profile. His unruly hair was fanned out around his head in an almost halo way, eyes closed, lashes dancing over his cheeks, his nose.. god, the amount of times you’d fantasied about having his nose prodding your clit while he ate you out.. stop it!

God Y/N, you need to calm the fuck down.. there’s no way someone like him would like you, no fucking way, but.. he did blush a lot around you... lose his ability to speak..

 Pursing your lips, you dare to scoot a little closer to him, boldly taking his hand in yours and bringing it close to your face to inspect. “Ya know Bri, it’s almost not fair that your hands are so pretty.” Hey, you were gonna shoot your shot, and if you needed to bounce off the court, you would.. You only just wanted to get him flustered, make him want you as much as you wanted him. God, he was probably a Virgin, and for some reason that fact just... fuck... it was so hot.

He startles a little at your touch, turning his head to look at you, hazel eyes wide. “Uh, Th-thank you. I take care of them, you know, because they... they get messed up when I play. The guitar I mean. I don’t use a pick.”

He knows he’s rambling but he can’t stop. He’s staring at the way your hand is holding his; at how close your lips are to his skin. Lowering yourself a little closer to him, your chin almost resting on his shoulder as I play with his hands, you dance your fingers across the cool skin. Raising your eyes to his for a second, you feign surprise. “Last time I saw you play, I knew something was different with you.. no wonder your hands are so... hot.” You lean down to place a kiss to his calloused finger tips, eyes never leaving his, your tongue darting out to lick at his middle finger just a little. The way his face was flushed, chest heaving, his mouth wide open, you immediately knew that you had him. Hook, line, and sinker.

But you couldn’t give him everything he wanted now, everything you wanted.. no... you had to play this out, make him beg. So, placing one final kiss to his knuckle, you flip over in the bed, pulling the covers over you. “Think I’m gonna take a nap, okay Bri? Just wake me if you need something baby.”

Brian swears he stops breathing for a second, mouth hanging open, cock chubbing up in his corduroys. He’s dead still when you roll over, it takes him a minute for his brain to reboot. Rushing out a hurried “okay,” mentioning something about taking a shower, he hops from the bed stumbling into the bathroom. He shuts the door and turns on the shower, then frantically works at his belt, his hands fumbling. God, he needed a wank and he needed it NOW. He was embarrassingly hard, just from your fleeting touches... it was a little pathetic.

 You can’t help but smile at Bri’s frantic escape to the bathroom, warmth pooling between you legs as you hear his belt hit the tile flooring of the bathroom. He wasn’t exactly a quiet man, his whimpers and moans seeping from behind the closed door of the bathroom.

 Sure, he had turned on the shower, but he was obviously far too horny, too worked up, to know that his noises were far louder than he had intended for them to be. Deciding to continue your torture of Brian, you slide out of the bed, out of your clothes and bra, and back into the bed in nothing but your panties. Brian let out a choked sob in the bathroom, and a few moments later, the shower shut off, making you smile and turn over onto my stomach, ass on full display for him as you feigning sleep. He desperately tries to be quick and quiet, just doing the job efficiently before cleaning up, scrubbing his hands clean. He stares at himself in the mirror for a moment, cringing at his flushed cheeks. But he has to come out of the bathroom sometime. So he steadies himself and walks out..he’s nowhere near prepared for the sight he’s greeted with. Brian stares at your ass, then trails up your bare back, noting the lack of a bra. He digs his nails into the meat of his palms, begging his body to behave. Maybe he’d go read in the lobby or something. Somewhere he could distract himself from you. He doesn’t know how to make a move, or if you even want him to. And if you wanted to nap, he didn’t want to get in the way. Hearing the sharp intake of breath come from the doorway of the bathroom, you have to stop yourself from smiling into the pillow, determined to continue acting as if you were asleep, wanting to see what Brian would do. But for a long while, he didn’t move, only stood at the door You could feel his eyes on you, burning your skin as he just stared... He really was clueless wasn’t he?

Mentally groaning, you flip over in the bed, still feigning sleep, exposing your breasts and clothed pussy to him, moaning a little as you did so. “Uh.. B-Brian..”

You’re sure to make your voice as breathy and sleep ridden as possible, attempting to make him believe that you were simply dreaming... just HOPING he would react.

“Jesus.” Brian whimpers the word out loud, his voice breaking. He’s telling himself to give you privacy, to look away—if you’re asleep, you’ve not consented to him seeing and hearing all this. But it’s like he’s transfixed. I mean, fuck, he’s never even seen a girl’s tits before now. He’s still, hardly breathing, his cock making a valiant effort to get hard again. Finally, he steps forward, trying to be polite. He grabs the throw blanket at the end of the bed and pulls it over you, but not before trailing his fingertips over the soft skin over your ribs, right under your tits. He can’t help himself, trying to convince himself it was just him tucking you in.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as Brian pulled the blanket over you, his fingers dancing along your ribs, so innocent, yet causing your whole body to feel as if lightning was running through your veins in the place of blood. While you were a little disappointed that he’d not made an obvious move on you, you couldn’t help but be absolutely enamored and amazed at his actions. Most men would’ve just absolutely went to town, but not Brian.. no, he was far too sweet for that, and it made a colony of butterflies take up residence in your stomach.

 Curling into the blanket that Brian had wrapped around you, you open your eyes just a little, smiling up at Bri’s wide eyes. “Come lie down Bri, you have to be dead tired.. take a nap with me love.”

You turn over, facing his side of the bed, just wanting him to be with you, sleep with you in the most innocent way imaginable. He just nods, no hesitation when he obeys you. He’s still nervous, but you looked so soft and sleepy and pretty. So he takes off his shoes, socks, and belt—but leaves his pants and shirt on. Then he clambers onto the bed beside you, on top of the covers facing you. He doesn’t want to cross a line he shouldn’t, so he just nuzzles his head into the pillow, eyes trained on your face.

Feeling the bed dip next to you, you open your eyes just slightly, smiling as they meet Bri’s own hazel ones. “Come here silly boy, I told you I wanted to koala cuddle you.” You curl up further to Brian, resting your head on his chest, tucking yourself firmly under his chin.

 Hesitantly, he wraps an arm around you, trailing his fingertips up and down your back. It’s a bit before he finally relaxes, but he does, eventually pulling the main blanket over both of you “Comfortable?”

You moan a bit at the feeling of Brian’s delicate ministrations on your back, his calloused fingertips felt like pure sweet sin. “Y-yeah, you’re very cozy Brian.”

You place a chaste kiss to his neck as you nuzzle your face further into him, surrounded by the smell of orange blossoms. “Smell so good Bri...” His breath catches, heart speeding up at the feeling of your lips on his skin. He pulls you tighter against him, his other hand coming to rest on your hip.

 Brian hesitates before slowly slipping his fingers under the waist band of your underwear, just resting his hand on the bare skin of your hip, not daring to do anything else. “Th-thank you.”

His mind whirls, trying to come up with a reasonable response to your compliment “It’s my, uh, shampoo. My friend told me it would be good for curly hair.”

You chuckle against his skin at his awkward endearingness. “Maybe you can let me borrow some yeah? That way my hair can look and smell as nice as yours..”

You allow your hands slid down a little, resting on his bony hip, much like his hand was resting on your own... not so bony hip. He sucks in a breath at my action, his fingers digging into your hip, causing you to wrap your legs around his.

“This okay? You’re just too irresistible to not wrap myself around.” You place another kiss to his neck, closer to his ear, your voice soft and gentle, not wanting to scare him away.

Brian’s eyelids flutter shut when you kiss him again, and he shudders, pulling you closer by your hip, breathing shallow. “Y-Y/N” His voice is airy and soft, almost desperate. “Y/N, what.... what’s going on?”

When you shift, your bare breasts brush against his chest, and he’s embarrassed at the whimper his lets out. He’s wearing a T-shirt but he can still feel the hardness of your nipples.

Brian’s soft voice pulls you from your mind and your lips from his neck, eyes meeting his a little shocked by his question... Hell, you didn’t even know what was going on... Well, you did, but honestly, you’d not given much thought to what was going to actually happen if he wanted this. Sitting up just a bit, you rest your breasts completely on his chest, your eyes never leaving his.

Taking a deep breath, you decide that you’d might as well spill your feelings, you were practically naked on top of the poor boy... One would think that would be plenty for him to see what was happening, after all, he was the most intelligent person you knew.

“Brian.. love, I think it’s pretty obvious what’s going on... I’m trying to seduce you.” You drop your lips to his, barely grazing the pouty objects that you’d been so enraptured by for months.

 “As long as you’re.. as long as you’re okay with that...” He’s frozen for a moment before he nods, curls swaying.

“Y-yes I’m... that’s okay.” He closes his eyes, embarrassed by himself “I just, I’m—I’ve never, uh...”

You just know that your face is red, not out of embarrassment, but out of sheer arousal and desire to fuck this poor innocent boy into next week. God, he WAS a Virgin..

Sitting up completely, not even bothering to cover yourself, you glue your hands to his face, fingers caressing his bright red cheeks. “Hey, look at me Bri.. it’s okay.. it’s.. um..”

 You chuckle a little breathlessly, surprised that he’s gotten you so excited and wet by just telling you that your initial assumption was correct. “It’s fucking hot Brian. I think everything about you is fucking hot, but.. this,” Sucking in a breath, you lean forward to press a kiss to his lips once again, the feeling of utter pleasure and relief that maybe he felt the same way about you flooding your system.

“I’ve wanted this for so long Brian.. wanted YOU for so long.”

His brows knit, completely surprised by your confession. “Really?”

The poor boy simply couldn’t fathom that you’d actually want him—especially with him being a virgin. When you nod, his hand on your hip tightens a little.

“I’ve wanted you too. Ever since I met you. I just... didn’t think you’d ever go for someone like me.” He leans in, trying to glean up some confidence, and kisses you softly, wanting more than just the teasing pecks you’d been giving him.

You sigh into Bri’s kiss, a bit surprised by how.. well he was doing.

 The kiss was soft, delicate, and yet it still made your insides feel like hot soup. His pillow soft lips were pressing into yours a little harsher as you climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, your tits brushing against his chest. Your lips never left his, and his hands never left your hips.

“We’ll take it at your speed Bri okay? And if you decide you don’t want to continue, or you would just rather cuddle.. that’s perfectly fine with me too.. I just,” You nuzzle your nose against his as you speak, hands moving to his hair, pulling just a bit at the roots. “Want to be good to you.”

Brian nods, groaning a little when you pull his hair. “Th-That feels good.”

 His voice is soft, and his cheeks are pink when he looks up at you, eyes roaming your body “You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N. I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

His hands squeeze your hips gently; he just liked the feel of them in his palms. They fit perfectly.

You sigh into his touch, his long delicate fingers rubbing circles over your hips.. You weren’t exactly small in any sense of the word, definitely not as small as Brian, you were a meaty girl. You had curves, belly rolls, you jiggled. You’d also never been self conscious over the way your body looked, but for some reason Brian’s soft fingers, and even softer gaze was making me feel on a different level. Placing one final kiss to his lips you lean up.

Careful not to rest all of your body weight on his legs, instead you balance your body on your own legs. He really was a tiny thing wasn’t he, and you just... weren’t…

“I-uh, I’m sorry if I’m not what you imagined your first time would be like.. I know I’m not exactly Twiggy or Jane Asher, but, um, I promise I’ll try and make it as memorable as possible.” Brian scoffs, pulling you down to sit on his legs.

“I don’t like them, I like you. You’re... fuck, Y/N, you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever fucking seen.” His hands slip up over your sides, feeling your curves, the slight give of your skin. “You are like a goddamn renaissance painting... I’d be honored to feel you..”

 His lips move to your neck, pressing light kisses to the delicate skin, desperately wanting you to see yourself as he did, a goddess. “As long as you don’t mind that I’m a fucking skeleton.” It’s partly a joke, partly a real concern. He was bony and knobby everywhere it seemed; much too tall and awkward for anything.

You can’t help but heat up under his gaze, the way he was staring at you, the way his hands were gliding over your skin, feeling you completely. It made you feel far more special than you’d ever felt before. Scoffing at Brian’s words, you lean over and pulled him into a sitting position, you firmly in his lap, his back against the headboard of the bed, arms tight around you.

“You’re the cutest man in the world Brian May, and thinking about your little “skeleton” body all red and sweat under me has gotten me off more times than I care to admit.” Your hands were in his hair, gently massaging his scalp, fingernails just barely scraping the skin. You wanted to tease him, to get him all nice and worked up. “Have you ever seen a woman like this before Bri? Ever been able to... touch, and taste one?”

Brian moans at your touches; at your words. Never in a million years would he have thought you—YOU—would be into him. ANY of him. But hearing you say you’d imagined him? Jesus, he could feel his cock becoming interested already, even though he’d just wanked ten minutes ago. He tries to keep his voice steady when he answers your questions, eyes slipping shut.

“N—No, I’ve not... I’ve never.... I’ve just k-kissed before.” Smirking down at him, your hands fall a little to cup his cheeks.

 “Hey, look at me pretty boy.” You move him to look into your eyes, smile never leaving your face. He was so goddamn cute, and you couldn’t believe he was allowing you to do this, that he WANTED you to do this.. “I want you to use this as an opportunity okay? I don’t want this to just be a fuck and done thing, I genuinely like you Bri, wanna be with you... be your girlfriend, meet your parents, make you shitty veggie loafs.”

You both chuckled, remembering the fiasco 3 months ago. The sounds of his laugh warms your heart, it was light and sweet, just like him. “Touch me bri.. you can do anything you want to me baby okay? Just.. do anything you want, anything you’ve ever dreamed of doing, I’m a blank canvas, you’re the painter okay?”

His eyes light up at your words, though more the middle part than the end. “I want to be with you too. Truly.”

 He beams happily, arching his neck up to kiss you. When he pulls away he has to double check with you. “Are you.... sure? I might... I might need some guidance. I’m sorry.”

   His gaze flits away again, embarrassed with himself. But you tell him not to apologize, and he nods, chewing on his bottom lip with his sharp canines. He works up the courage to move his hands upwards to cup your tits, squeezing them lightly. He loves the weight of them in his hands, how hard your nipples are against his palms. His eyes flutter shut as Brian’s hands move to my breasts, his curious fingers dancing across your nipples just enough for the action to take your breath away.

 “B-Bri...” You can’t help the way his name falls from your lips, fingers tangling themselves in his hair. Fucking hell, he might not be the most experienced, but what he lacked in experience he was sure as hell making up for in fervor. “K-keep going love, you’re doing so good. Such a pretty boy..” Brian fidgets at the compliment, not sure how he feels about it. It makes his stomach twist in a weird way—but he thinks in a good way.

He gauges your reaction when he gently pinches one of your nipples; the gasp you let out makes him think you’re enjoying it. He does it a few times, but frowns when he sees how red he’s made the little bud. Before he even realizes what he’s doing, he’s ducking his head to take it into his mouth, tongue lapping at it to soothe the sting.

Your head falls back when Brian attaches himself to my nipple, his tongue licking little circles around the bud. “G-god! Bri! Fuck baby...”

Your mouth is as wide as your eyes as you look down at him, his own hazel eyes full of innocent curiosity and something else. Grinding your hips against his, you gasp at the feeling of his cock straining under the zipper. “C-can I touch you baby? Are you okay with that?” His lips had moved to your other breast, hand moving into the back of your underwear, cupping your ass. He groans around your nipple in his mouth, squeezing your ass kinda hard. Jesus, you were so fucking hot. He couldn’t believe he was getting to do this with you... have you be his first, and hopefully his last. “Y-yes. Yes, you can touch, me, I’m—“

He pushes his face into the valley between your breasts, panting a little. “God, I love your ass. It looked so fucking good in the pants you were wearing today, I couldn’t help myself from staring.”

You can’t help the laugh that erupts from your throat at his words, dropping your head onto his, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Yeah? You like my fat ass do you Bri?”

You trail your hands down his body, quickly unzipping his jeans and shoving your hand down his underwear, firmly grasping his cock... Your eyes widen slightly when you feel just his big he is... You certainly were NOT expecting that.

 “Does my ass make your cock nice and hard baby? I didn’t take you for an ass man pretty boy.” Your lips were on his neck again, biting down just a little.

Brian nods quickly, his other hand slipping down to grip your ass too. “Fucking love it, I—ah!”

 He cries out when you touch his cock, and he tenses, pressing his face into your neck. “Oh god—fuck, that’s—“ He’s trying to get ahold of himself, but Jesus, just you touching him felt incredible. He’s never had anyone else touch him before, and it... it was much different from touching himself “Yes it makes me h-hard, Y/N, bloody hell.”

 Your lips don’t halt their assault on Brian’s neck, only sped up and sucked harder, desperate to mark him, to show the world that he was yours. His cock was positively throbbing in your hand, precum almost soaking you completely. “God that’s so fucking hot Brian.. my ass,” You reach around and grab his hands in yours, squeezing your ass.

“My tits,” You move  his hands to your chest and repeat the action.

“My cunt...” His breath caught in his throat, and a whimper choked in his throat as you shove his hands down your underwear, the wetness of your vagina soaking both of your hands.

“They’re all yours Brian.. all of them.. just for you my sweet pretty boy.” Brian shudders, letting a long, drawn out whine fall from his lips. He rubs over your cunt with his palm, smearing your wetness around.

“God, Y/N... I—can you h-help me? I want to make you feel so good, please.” He is positively desperate, your heat and wetness was driving him insane. He knows about what to do in theory, but doing it in practice was daunting. He had no idea where to start.

Nodding frantically, you climb off of his lap and lie down beside him, whining a bit at the loss of his fingers. “Yes baby, here let me show you. Just watch what I do and when you’re ready, you just repeat what I do okay?”

 Brian only nods, mouth wide,  and you slip off your underwear, tossing the spoiled fabric into his lap. Turning around a bit, you fluff the pillows and settle myself down into them, squirming for a minute or so before you get fully comfortable, eyes never leaving Brian’s. His cock was straining against his pants, it didn’t look comfortable at all.

 You move your hands between your legs, and use one to play with your clit, the other moving further down to play with your leaking entrance. “Bri, love, why don’t you strip down okay? I’m sure your cock would feel so much better if it wasn’t so... constricted!” With your final word, you plunge your fingers into your hot cunt, hips bucking off of the bed at the feeling.

“F-fuck! Are you watching sweet boy? Watch me closely honey. God, I bet your fingers are going to feel so magical inside of me.. they’re so long and delicate Bri.. c-can’t tell you how often I’ve watched you writing and dreamed about having them buried deep inside of my cunt!”

He moans, cock twitching in his pants. He wants to take them off but he can’t look away from the apex of your thighs, his mouth hanging open, breathing shallow. He watches you pump your fingers in and out of yourself before he finally speaks, his voice breaking. “I—I wanna... lemme try, please.”

 Brian shuffles forward, huffing when you demand once again for him to take off his pants. He quickly discards his corduroys but leaves his underwear on, still a bit shy and way too focused on you. When you pull your fingers from yourself he’s taken with a fit of boldness, capturing your hand in his and bringing it up to push your two wet fingers into his mouth, sucking on them.

 He moans at the taste of you, eyes half lidded as he brushes the tips of two fingers against your slit, dipping in a bit nervously. “Fuck! Brian, you dirty boy, come here baby!”

 You pull your fingers from his mouth a bit shakily, unable to properly comprehend what it was that he’d just done. Goddamnit, you were the one who was supposed to be ruining him, not the other way around. Moving your hands to his face, you cup his cheeks and bring him forward, crushing his lips to yous, mouth falling open against his when his fingers slide inside of you. “B-Bri!”

You can hardly breathe when he begins to run his fingers along your entire slit, his middle finger curling inside of you while his index finger tentatively brushed over your clit, sending your hips bucking into his hand, taking him further in.

“More baby please! Fuck mommy good with your fingers baby boy...” Okay yeah, something had DEFINITELY snapped inside of you as the words left your mouth, eyes wide in fear that he was going to repel in disgust. “Fuck Bri, I’m sorry I didn-“

His lips cut you off, bruising your own with the force of his kiss.. oh.. that was.. unexpected.. He kisses you hard, pushing his index finger inside you with his middle finger, starting to fuck you with them. His thumb toys with your clit clumsily, though he tries to find a rhythm the best he can.

 He just wants to please you, and when he pulls away from the kiss, he sits back to watch himself finger fuck you, groaning at how shiny his fingers were. “God, you’re so fucking wet. Tell me who made you this wet honey?”

He teases you with his ring finger, pretending like he’s going to add it but then not. He doesn’t know if this is confidence or desperation, but he doesn’t care at this point.

 “You! God Brian its you, you made me so wet baby boy!” You certainly weren’t expecting him to be so... confident. His teasing is almost too much for you to handle.

“Fucking hell Brian! Just fuck me baby please! I need you..” Your hands move to his hair, pulling hard, not caring if he was in pain. You wanted him, no, NEEDED him inside of you, desperate to feel his cock stretching you.

 “Do you not wanna fuck me baby boy? Do you not wanna fuck mommy?” He curses, free hand quickly moving to grip the base of his cock through his underwear, his fingers stilling inside you. Fuck, he was already close, and your words, what you were calling yourself… it was having quite the effect on him.

 “Bloody—Fuck, Y/N, I’m not... I w-won’t last.” He whines, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“I want to fuck you so bad but it won’t b-be good for you.” He’s worried all of a sudden, he doesn’t want to disappoint you.

Reaching up, you caress his face, pulling him down to press your lips to his, this time much more gentle and reassuring. “It’s okay Brian, it’s okay.. I don’t care if you last, I just want to feel you inside of me. I want you to cum inside of me, fill me up baby.” Nuzzling your nose against his, you run your hands down his back, slipping them into his underwear, grabbing handfuls of his ass. His hips were bucking into you, and you could feel how desperate he was, how much he needed me, honestly you didn’t care if he lasted.

 You only wanted to be his first, to be the first and last woman he was ever with... Brian whimpers at your words, trembling all over. Pulling his fingers from you, he sucks them off quickly—and god, he couldn’t get enough of that—before pushing down his underwear, fumbling to get them down his skinny legs. He clenches the base of his cock again, trying not to get too overwhelmed. He leans down to kiss you again, more gentle this time as he awkwardly shuffles between your legs. “What’s uhm—what’s the best p-position?”

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you pull his hips to you, groaning when you feel his cock rub against your folds, rubbing gently against your clit. “Like this Bri, just like this baby...”

You rub your hands down his back, nails scraping his pale skin. “Just breathe and take your time sweetie, I want you to do whatever feels good, and if you don’t last, it’s okay.. because when you cum inside of me?”

 You lick a stripe up his neck, ending at his earlobe where you allow your teeth to graze him there, your breath hot on him. “I want you to eat it out of me baby...”

 Brian lets out a little whimper at your words, his jaw clenching, hazel eyes turning fiery. He thrusts into you hard, pushing himself all the way in until his balls slap against you. He takes a moment, heaving in a shuddering breath, pushing his face into your neck. “Oh fuck, oh—Y/N. You feel... this is... “

 He’s trembling, and he has to beg the universe to let him NOT CUM before he’s able to start thrusting. Your breath catches in your throat as Brian thrusts inside of you, his cock stretching you in the most delicious way, filling you to the absolute brim as his balls slap against you. His whole body is shaking as he whimpers into your neck, quiet whispers of pleasure falling into your skin. You move your hands to his face, pushing him up to look into your eyes, hands brushing his hair out of his face, holding it down. “Breathe Brian, easy baby, it’s okay, just breathe.”

 You couldn’t even imagine what feelings he was having, what was running through his mind.. he’d just lost his virginity, on a bed, with a girl who was head over heels for him, in Spain.. he as probably losing his utter shit, and god, you were close to losing your’s if he didn’t move soon. Digging your heels into his ass, you push his cock further into you, his hips grinding hard against you, causing the both of you to gasp out in shock and pleasure. “P-please Bri, m-move for me baby.. I don’t care if you cum fast, we’ll work on it later.. we have all the t-time in the world!” Brian nods into your neck, taking in another shuddering breath. Snapping his hips in and out of you, he tries desperately to find a rhythm even though it’s shaky. He’s just moaning and whimpering out your name, hands flitting all over your skin. His hips finally get a bit more confident, snapping against yours with a bit more force, letting out little grunts as he does so. Brian could’ve honestly just lied next to you and made his little noises, and you would’ve been completely losing your mind. His little grunts accompanying his shaky thrusts, the way he was whimpering into your skin, it was setting your whole body alight. You could tell he was getting more confident with his thrusts, they were getting harder and faster, making your legs shake against his waist. You shouldn’t.. no, that would be too harsh....

 Before you could stop yourself, you detangle your legs from round Bri’s waist, and in the blink of an eye, had them over his shoulders, his cock slipping deeper inside of you. Brian’s eyes roll back in his head at the feeling, it was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He cries out, shaking, leaning closer to you, gripping your legs tightly

“Y/N... god, I’m so close, I... you feel so fucking good.” His hips are moving at a ridiculous pace, sweat dripping down his neck.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh—“ Hips stuttering, he gasps out his words “God, I—where do I cum, I—” His head is spinning, blood pumping in his ears.

 “I told you where earlier baby...”| You trail off in a moan, breath hitching in your throat as he slams into you harder than you’ve ever had anyone do. “I-inside of me pretty boy, I want your sweet cum inside of me.”

No, you weren’t on the pill, but sometimes life makes you take risks and honestly, the feeling of Brian cumming inside of you, the first time he’s ever cum WITH another person present.. it was too hot of an opportunity to pass up, and you weren’t ovulating... So, you decided to be a fucking idiot for once in your goddamn life.

Brian is already coming up with an apology to you in his head, sure he must be hurting you with how forcefully he’s fucking you, but he can’t seem to stop. His body is chasing his orgasm whether he likes it or not, and your words don’t help him any. There’s something so hot to him—so fucking primal—about cumming inside you. About leaving a part of himself in you; marking you. “Oh—Jesus—Fuck—I’m!”

  He somehow manages to talk between thrusts, and suddenly he lets out a cry, pushing himself in as deep as he can, cumming harder than he ever has in his fucking life. His hips won’t stop moving, never pulling out, just grinding into you as he pants loudly, mouth hanging open as if in shock.

The force of which Brian’s cum shoots into you, completely painting your clenching walls with his seed, causes you to let out a very loud gasp of shock, mouth wide as he fills you up. You’d never had anyone cum inside of you before, so you weren’t exactly sure what it would feel like... But, god above, this was the best feeling in the entire world. It was so warm, it almost felt like when you drink a warm cup of tea on a cold day.

 “F-fuck Bri! G-give it to me love, don’t want you to waste a drop..” You lay back further into the bed, pushing your hips further up into his, desperate to feel more of his cock inside of you. God he was already balls deep, but you just wanted all of him possible.

Brian is literally crying, gasping in breaths as his hips jerk into you without his permission, his cock and balls pulsing. He feels completely out of control and it’s kind of terrifying kind of fantastic. Fuck, it feels so fucking good.

It takes him a moment to realize that the whimpering and whining and crying of “Y/N” he’s hearing is him and not you, and he crashes his mouth down onto yours to shut himself up. God, his cock feels so snug and tight and warm inside you, his cum making everything even wetter. He wants to stay like this forever, just in this moment.

Brian’s lips were bruising against your’s his whimpers and desperate little cries of your name being swallowed as you eagerly kissed him back, hands moving to his hair, pulling gently as his hips begin to slow down, shaking like leaves, but his cock was still twitching inside of you, still releasing cum..

 God, you really took a risk with this, but honestly you didn’t really think even a condom would much help for you either with the sheer amount of cum he was shooting out. “Shhh.. it’s okay Bri, just rest baby, just rest..”

You slowly move your legs from his shoulders, deciding to wrap them around his waist, pressing him into your chest, his face buried in your chest. “O-oh my g-god.”

 Brian can barely get the words out, his voice strangled and muffled into your skin. He cuddles into you, shaking like a goddamn idiot. He knew he should get off of you. He knew he should pull out and clean you up and.... Jesus, he hadn’t even made you cum. He’d cum in like two seconds and he hadn’t even taken care of you, he was such a fucking idiot.

 He tries to get up, but his arms literally won’t hold him up, he’s so fucking spent. “M’sorry Y-Y/N, I—fuck,”

You shush him again, brushing your hands through his hair, your lips pressing soft and delicate kisses all over his face. “It’s okay Bri, just breathe love, you have nothing to apologize for.. you did so good baby, you made me feel so special.” Your hands are gently moving in his hair, scratching at his scalp, trying to calm him down and allow him to catch his breath. Placing a small kiss to his brow, you sigh from absolute shock and awe at what had just happened.. fuck. You’d just taken Brian’s virginity?

 God this was the best feeling in the world. “Thank you for letting me do this with you Bri.. I, I’m honored that you trusted me to give yourself to me.” He nods, letting his breathing get back to normal before speaking again, sniffling a little. “I... I wanted it to be you. Always wanted it to be you. I just... I didn’t think I had a chance.”

 He pulls his head up to look at you, his trembly hands sweeping your sweaty hair out of your face. “I’m sorry I didn’t make you cum. I’ll get better. For next time.” He gives you a small smile, his fingertips brushing little patterns over your skin. Moving your head just slightly, you place a kiss to his fingers, smiling as he blushes and ducks his head into your neck bashfully.

 “Oh Bri, you always had a chance with me.. honestly, I was so flustered when I met you I didn’t think I was going to be able to work with you.” He gives you a look of disbelief, making you laugh.

 “I’m serious love! You were just so sweet and innocent, and so kind to me...” That is what what had always attracted you to Brian.. how kind he was, and he was continuing to prove it by being so apologetic about not making you cum.

 “And I don’t care about you making me cum Bri.. we have plenty of time for that. This was for you, about your first time...” He hesitates, but finally nods, nuzzling against you again.

 “Thank you. You’re fucking amazing. I was so nervous.” He kisses you softly before slowly pulling out, whimpering a little as he does so. He rubs his large hands over your thighs gently. “Can I run you a bath or something?”

He looks hopeful, just wanting to take care of you. You nod at Brian’s hopeful voice, running your hands down his back, barely touching his skin, still reeling from the feeling of his pulling out, the way his cum was just... oozing out of you. “Bath sounds nice love, thank you for being so sweet.”

Taking his hands in yours, you use  them as leverage to pull yourself into a sitting position before sliding your legs off the bed, standing shakily. “I-oh wow, little weak on my feet.”

Chuckling a bit, you smile as Bri hops to his feet, wrapping his arms around you to steady you before leading you to the bathroom. His cum was dripping down my thighs, you could feel it’s slow descent as Bri bent over the tub to start the water, squirting in some of the complimentary bubble bath into the water.

Running your hands down my stomach, you inch lower, gathering some of his excess cum on your fingers. Smirking at your own idea, you waltz over to him, standing close “Wanna taste baby?” Slowly sucking your fingers into your mouth, you shut your eyes, moaning at the taste “Mmm, so sweet...”

You wink at Bri as you slide into the tub, body soaking into the bubbles as he sputtered. He was completely wrapped around your fingers.

His knees get a little weak when you suck his cum off your fingers, and he struggles to catch his breath.

 When you get into the full tub, he turns off the water, gathering soap and stuff into his hands. He stands there awkwardly for a moment before going to kneel beside you on the hard tile, his cheeks pink. “Can I wash you?”

 You smile up at him, holding out your hand for him to hold as he drops to his knees beside the tub. “Of course you can Bri, if that’s what you want to do.”

You bring his hand up to your lips to kiss, sitting up slightly to trail your kisses all the way up his forearm.

This was by far the most...intimate, you had ever been with anyone. Sure, you had a few notches in my belt, not many, but more than Bri, and yet, no man had ever made you feel the way Brian was. He was so delicate, soft, loving, curious, and desperate to please. But above all of that, he was my friend, well obviously more than that now, but you trusted him. Fully.

“I told you earlier, anything you want to do, all you need to do is ask love. Anything you ask, I’ll do, for you.” Brian smiles back at you, leaning down to kiss you softly, just a brush of his lips. He gets a towel all soapy and warm and starts rubbing over your skin gently, being thorough. “You're so pretty, love.” His heart feels sized too big. You were his best friend and he loved you so goddamn much. In more way than one, but it didn't want to freak you out so he didn't want to say anything.

His ministrations were as delicate and gentle as his voice, his eyes never leaving your own as his hands move over your body, one cleaning you, the other just barely grazing my skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over my skin. It took everything in your body not to moan out loud when he calls you pretty. It’s a bit silly isn’t it? Being so... emotional at just being called pretty.. but, you couldn’t find the energy to care.

You loved Brian, fully and completely, had done for a long while, but there was no way you could tell him now.. right? He’d think you were a freak. You sigh in contentment, brushing your hand through his hair, resting it on his cheek. “No, I think you’ll find that you’re the beauty in this relationship Bri.. you’re the prettiest boy, man, I’ve ever met.” The sounds from the street were flowing in through the closed window, car horns, children laughing, but all you could pay attention to was the way Brian was looking at you, the delicate love and admiration that filled his eyes as his hands moved between your thighs, washing you.

He cleans between your legs gently, looking at your face to make sure he doesn’t hurt you/you aren’t sore. When you gasp he freezes, concerned, but he quickly realizes it wasn’t a noise of pain. “Oh, is that—?”

He repeats the movement, circular against a little hard nub hidden by your folds. You can only nod, this boy had only just had sex for the first time, seen a boob for the first time.. and he’d somehow managed to find my clit faster than any man you’d ever known. Shaking your head at his concern, you allow a moan to fall from your lips, your hand tightening in Brian’s hair just a bit.

You hoped he didn’t mind because his curly locks were currently the only thing grounding you to earth. “N-no, it’s a, good gasp baby, oh! God Bri, do that again please..”

 Your head falls back against the tub, legs spreading involuntarily, allowing Brian easier access to your core. His hazel eyes are wide as he rubs you, his cheeks heating up as he watches all your reactions closely. He speeds up when you tell him to, finding an easy rhythm that you seemed to like. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N I can’t believe you’re mine.”

 His voice is soft and reverent, and he leans in to drop a kiss to your shoulder. “A-are you gonna cum? Am I doing okay?”

Your eyes widen when you realize that, yes, you are indeed gonna cum. “Y-yes B-Bri! I’m s-so close!”

You’re almost shocked by how close you are to cumming, no man had ever made you cum before, and here this little innocent blushing boy, who’d never once touched a woman’s body before today, was about to give you, judging from the tightness in your belly, the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had. His fingers were moving almost as if he were playing a guitar, middle finger inside of you, curling upwards, exploring your walls, pressing continuously against your spot. Index finger and thumb circling your clit, and they were all moving so FAST! You didn’t know someone was capable of moving their hands in a manner that quickly...

“B-Bri, p-please I need, oh fuck! Oh Brian, I love you!” You didn’t even realize what you’d said because it soon felt like every ounce of blood in my body was rushing through my ears, you could’ve been speaking Polish for all you knew.

 Your body tenses almost demonically, and the coil finally snapped. Hands firmly gripping both the side of the tub and Brian’s free hand, the only things keeping you grounded on this earth, you spasm  and scream out in pleasure.

Brian doesn't halt his movements, his hand adjusting to your writhing hips. “Oh, fuck.” The words are breathed out, barely audible, his mouth hanging open as he watches you. You were the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen. His heart is racing from all of it--especially from you saying you loved him. He was so... proud of himself for making you feel good.

Coming down from the high of your orgasm was like what you imagine doing LSD felt like. Shapes cloud your vision, you feel like you could feel everything 10x more sensitively. You can hear individual conversations on the street, and most of all, Brian's hands felt like boiling lava against your skin. You were so frayed, and his fingers just didn't want to stop moving against you, it was almost painful. “H-here baby, t-too much!”

 You reach down with shaky hands and take his hands in yours, pulling them from your pussy and to your mouth, placing little kisses on the pruned fingertips. He groans, watching you. When his fingers fall from your lips he lunges forward, kissing you hard, his hands rubbing over your shoulders and neck. When he pulls away he smiles a little, cheeks pink and curls sticking to his face “I love you too, you know.”

Your eyes widen almost comically at Brian's words. “So I did say that out then?”

You laugh, ducking your head into Brian's neck. Of course you would declare your love for him in the middle of an orgasm. It was a very on brand action for you. “Well, I meant it. I do love you Brian, like, a shit ton. Have for probably 3 months.. since.. the veggie loaf disaster.”

 The two of you laugh, remembering how you'd almost burnt his flat down and Roger's face when he came home to find you and Brin covered in foam from the fire extinguisher. Brian had been so sweet and lovely, and you’d known you were in love with him the moment he had thrown the burnt remnants in your hair because he was bored while you cleaned.

Brian smiles fondly down at you, running a hand through your slightly sweaty hair. “I think I probably loved you the first day of class, when you very politely told Professor Franklin he could fuck straight off.” Women in the sciences were pretty rare, and while most of the professors were completely welcoming, some weren’t. You’d walked into the room and the professor told you “wrong class, dearie” without even a spare glance, you’d given him a piece of your mind. Brian had been grinning from the back, and was elated when you asked if anyone was sitting beside him. You’d tutored HIM through the class—had been the only reason he’d passed “I was fucking smitten.”

You let out a loud laugh at Brian’s words. Professor Franklin was a 60 something year old sexist pig who had really eaten his words when you’d ended up with the highest marks ever in his class. “You were the only one smiling at me, seemed like a good idea to sit next to the cute curly haired boy with the pretty smile.”

You couldn’t believe what he was telling you to be quite honest. That class was two years ago, Brian had had feelings for you for TWO years and had never said a single thing. Brushing your hands through his curls once more, you sit up a bit in the tub, motioning for him to get in in front of you.

“C’mon babe, in ya get. I wanna cuddle but this water feels too nice to pass up.” He blushes profusely, but does as you ask resting against your front as you run your hands over his shoulders, his head under your chin. “So why didn’t you tell me about your feelings? Because I can assure you I would’ve reciprocated had I known you felt the same way.. could’ve saved me quite a fortune on batteries..” Brian grows quiet, shrugging his skinny shoulders a little, the warm water swirling around him. He chews on his inner cheek for a few moments before responding. “I dunno. Scared of what you might say, I guess? I didn’t think you’d want me like that. And you were such a good friend, I didn’t... I didn’t want to mess that up or lose that. Your friendship was, and still is, much more important than getting to kiss you and... other stuff.” He quickly back tracks, stuttering as he speaks. “Not that I don’t like that too!”

 You chuckle and nod your head in understanding, you knew exactly where he was coming from. “That’s fair. I was so nervous around you when we first started hanging out, when I started tutoring you.” You smile a little, remembering how you’d once changed clothes 6 times before going to his flat. “I’ve never had a friendship like yours before, connected on a level of understanding like I do with you.. and, to be honest, I’m glad we waited this long to admit our feelings to one another. Makes the foundation of this relationship that much stronger.”

He smiles widely, leaning back against you “Relationship? So you—you really do want to be my girlfriend?” He knows it’s dumb to ask, but he needs to be sure. He’s still somehow scared you wouldn’t want to be with him, despite your proclamations of love. You move your hands up, cupping his chin to turn it so that he could look you in the eye. Chuckling, you nod and lean down, placing a kiss to his lips. “Yes Bri, I want to be your girlfriend... and then,” You trail your kisses to his chin. “Your fiancé... then,” You move on to his jaw, close to his ear.

 “Your wife... and finally,” Gently taking his earlobe in between your teeth, you bite down just a little, nibbling the skin. “The mother of your perfect, super intelligent, uber curly haired children.”

Brian flushes a deep scarlet, for multiple reasons. Perhaps your words most of all. He flounders for something to say, finally settling on a half joke. “Is that a proposal?”

Laughing gently, you move your hands to rest on his stomach, drawing lazy circles onto the pale skin. “I would take you to the courthouse right now and buy you a supermarket ring, but I’m afraid Harold and Ruth wouldn’t exactly approve of that.” You were being completely honest with him. Brian was the only person you would ever love and you were 100% positive about it.

“Speaking of Harold and Ruth, they’re going to flip their lid when we tell them! Your mom basically threatened me with violence last Christmas if I didn’t marry you.”

He’s positively beaming, butterflies in his stomach from both your words and your touches. “I wouldn’t mind a supermarket ring.” His voice is soft; he feels light as a feather. “Doesn’t matter what my mum and dad think. S’not their ring.”

Your heart had never felt so full, but his words were so endearing, so sweet and soft, and just... so unapologetically Brian. “You sure you would want to deal with me for the rest of our lives? Rambling on about my obsessions and my love of Vera Lynn’s music? Constantly almost burning the kitchen down when I attempt to bake? Sleeping too late and then not eating until dinner because I’ve forgotten?” You are whispering the words softly into his ear, your hands trailing delicately up and down his chest, fingers dancing over his collarbones.

 Brian is breathless, heart racing. “I can’t think of anything I want more to be honest.” He knows this is moving fast, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

He’d loved you for two years, had been with you for so much. Spending the rest of his life with you sounded.... like everything.

You grin, placing a kiss into his hair. “Yeah? Well, let’s get out of uni and then you can marry the fuck out of me Mr. May.”

You sigh, the water was getting cold. “Cmon babe, let’s get out, we’re gonna shrivel into little prunes in here.” Reluctantly the both of you get out and dry one another off, you laughing at Brian’s soft moans when dry his cock.

Throwing the towel at his face as you exit the bathroom, you to the corner of the room, bending over and digging through the disorganized mess you called a suitcase in an attempt to find a pair of pajamas, remembering quickly exactly what Bri and you were doing here in Tenerife when you come across my research binder and calculator. “Bri, tomorrow we have to meet with Dr. Charston and Dr. Silvanti at the university to get all the equipment.” You’re still bent over, completely naked, desperately looking for the silk shorts set you’d brought, not even realizing that Brian was stood in the doorway watching your every move.

“Mm-hmm.” Brian just nods, barely paying attention.

He can’t help himself, walking up behind you and running his hands over your ass, chuckling a little when you jump.

“Sorry, I just—“ He sighs a little, slightly embarrassed. “Why don’t you forgo the Pyjamas tonight?”

You gasp, jumping up and around in shock at Brian’s actions, smacking his chest lightly, laughing despite your shock. “Mr. May! You’re certainly getting bold!” Smirking up at him, you wrap your arms around his waist, hands moving to rest on his ass. “Is that your way of not so subtly suggesting we continue to...explore one another?” You squeeze his ass, smirking up at his wide eyed expression. He simply grins down at you, shrugging casually, canines presses against his bottom lip.

 “Hmm, I dunno. Only if you want to, lovely. I’m happy to cuddle and watch telly. I just couldn’t help myself—you’ve got the best ass in the world.” He winks at you, feeling light as a feather.

You lean up and press a kiss to his lips, squeezing his ass one last time before flopping down onto the mattress, naked as the day you were born. “Well if you like it so much why don’t you write a song about it?” You’re teasing him, my eyebrows raised, a smirk on my face. You’d often tease him about writing songs for you, little did you know, he’d written one for you a year ago.. “I mean, honestly, sweet little Brian May.. an ass man.. who would’ve thought.”

 He grins, clambering onto the bed behind you, stretching himself out over you as he speaks. “A song? Well maybe... I.... will.”

He pauses between words to drop soft, innocent kisses over your décolletage before moving up to your lips. “Why is it so hard to believe, hmm? All men like SOMETHING?”

He pauses, cocking his head to the side to look at you. “Though, I like just about everything about you.”

You close your eyes and smile up at him, laughing just a little at his words. “Just about everything? Hm? What exactly is it that you despise about me so much?”

   You love teasing him, your lips ghosting over his as he moves to rest above you , his body a comforting weight on top of you. Your hands brush over his back, tickling his sides just slightly. You could feel his erection growing in between your thighs as your hands and lips moved against him, causing you to let out a little sigh against his lips. Moving your hands to his hair, you pull his head back a little bit harsher than you’d planned to, but just enough so you could latch your lips to his neck.

He gasps a little when you pull his hair, easily tilting his head back for you, moaning when you suck a mark onto his neck. He laughs a little bit, breathless, thinking about how to answer your question “Well I must say, you’re much smarter than me, lovely. Makes me jealous.”

He’s teasing a little—he loves how smart you are. He’s more in awe than mad about it. Bucking your hips up against his, you smirk when he lets out a breathless moan, his cock twitching in between your thighs. “Oh yeah? Is poor precious baby boy Brian jealous that his girlfriend can calculate velocities better than him?” Your lips are sucking at his neck hard, determined to leave him with the largest hickey imaginable. Moving your hands down towards his cock, your fingers brush over the tip, gathering his precum, before sliding your fingers back up and sticking them in your mouth, swirling your tongue around them.

 Brian seemed to have a very visceral reaction whenever you would do this, so you didn’t see any reason not to continue. He curses under his breath, shivering at the sight of you. He lowers himself a little to kiss down your neck, quickly moving to mouth at your tits again, sucking on your nipples, just taking his own sweet time. His hands moved over your body, feeling your curves and soft skin, rubbing his cock against your thigh lazily. He was more focused on you.

Your hands don’t leave Brian’s hair as he sucks on your nipples, biting them gently before pulling away and kissing down your stomach, sucking harshly along your hips. “F-fuck Bri! Yo-you’re a fast learner.. maybe y-you’re the s-smartest, OH!”

 You didn’t even have time to react before he had buried his face between your legs, tongue curiously licking along your folds. “B-Bri b-baby y-you don’t h-have to! Not if you d-don’t want to!”

 You’d NEVER had a man do this to you before, and sure you were curious to see what all the hubbub was about, but you had never expected Brian to just.. dive in. Literally.

He looks up at you from between your legs, hazel eyes wide, lips slightly shiny with your moisture. “But I—I want to. I at least want a taste. Is that okay?”

You nod, movement jerky, and he beams, pleased with your answer. He licks over your folds slowly, with just the flat of his tongue, as if curious. He parts you with his long fingers, just tasting you, licking over your clit and chuckling when you fidget.

 Soon he’s essentially just giving your cunt open mouthed kisses, not quite knowing what he’s doing, but loving the feeling and the taste, one of his arms thrown over your hips to hold them down, the fingers of his other hand holding you open. “F-fuck! Brian.. you, you’re doing s-so g-good! S-so talented l-love!”

 Your hands are grabbing Brian’s hair like a vice, you knew it had to be almost painful for him, but for some reason that only made you want to tug harder. Your orgasm takes you completely by surprise, the coil that had been steadily building in my belly suddenly just breaking without any warning. “BRIAN!! Oh! FUCK!”

Had his arm not been pressing your hips into the bed, you’re quite sure that the both of us would’ve been sent into the floor. He had just made you cum using only his mouth, no penetration, no anything.. just his goddamn hunger for your pussy and a will to please.

He whines at your hands tugging his hair, the sharp sensations of pain actually feeling incredible. He’s so excited when you cum, eagerly lapping and sucking up all your juices, pulling you as close to his mouth as he can, his long nose brushing over your sensitive clit while he cleans you. Brian knows that he’s being a fucking slut, just moaning everywhere, but, he fucking loved it so much. He’d made you cum AGAIN, with just his mouth, and you’d tasted and sounded so fucking good.

   Your entire body felt like it was on fire, like my nerves had been exposed to cold air. Brian’s nose nudging against your clit as he cleaned you almost sent you into another orgasm. “B-Bri...”

You’re almost embarrassed at how weak your voice sounds, you’d had two mind blowing orgasms in the span of 1 hour, and you were absolutely shattered. Tugging on his hair, you attempt to pull Brian away from your pussy, desperate to feel his mouth on your other set of lips. He whines, resisting slightly, but he finally concedes, kissing over your thighs, then hips, then stomach, chest, neck--until he's kissing you full on, hands holding your face close to his, sighing softly into your mouth. His lips were as soft as could be, still glistening with your juices as he kisses your lips, his hands cradling your face. You move your own hands up, gently grasping onto his wrist as his lips work over you. He was somehow pouring more love into this kiss than you’d felt from anyone in your entire life.

 His hair was gently brushing against your face, his nose nudging yours, foreheads presses together. You didn’t want this to end, this moment. You were so content, felt so happy and loved.. and it was all because of Brian. “I love you so much Brian.. please never doubt that.. and, god, just, whatever happens, never leave me... I know this sounds so childish and not at all feminist.. but, fuck, I love you.. I don’t want to lose you.. ever.”

He smiles at you, trying to comfort you, hand running over your nose. “I don't want anyone else for the rest of my life, Y/N. Just you. It's always been you.” He laughs a little. “I know that's cheesy, but it's true.” He brushes his thumb over your cheek gently “I'm so happy. There's no one I'd rather be with, or work with.”

You can't help but chuckle at his final line “Doctors Brian and Y/N May, astrophysics power couple...I think that works pretty well don't you?” You press his head down against your neck, brushing your hands through his hair. “Maybe we can have a joint office with that on the door one day.” Little did you know that you would be the only Doctor May in the family for almost four decades... but that’s a story for another day. He chuckles into your neck, moving his hips a bit to get comfortably, only to end up pushing his still hard cock into your thigh. Smirking a little, you reach down as grasp the hardness. “Well, now that we've been sweet and romantic for a minute, why don't you tell me how you want me to take care of you baby. Tell me EXACTLY what you want me to do...I want to fulfill all of your fantasies.”

Brian flushes, bucking into your touch gently. When he speaks it's mumbled, he’s embarrassed of his request “I... could you... I wanna feel your mouth.”

 He hides his face in your neck. “O-only if you want to though.”        

Oh, you definitely wanted to. Placing a kiss to Brian's brow, you gently roll him over onto his back, settling yourself in between his legs, placing open mouth kisses along his neck, his chest, stopping to suck on his nipples for moment before continuing down his stomach, until you get to his hips. God, he was genuinely such a tiny man.. his hip bones were practically sharp enough to cut glass, but you still leaned down, sucking on the skin there, nipping playfully at his hip bones as he gasped and whimpered under you, bucking his hips.

“You want me to suck you off baby? Is that what you want honey? For me to take you down my throat and swallow your whole fucking load?” You take his cock in his hand before he even had a chance to even react to your words, your fingers swirling his precum around his tip, teasing him before you allowed your tongue to dart out, kitten licking his slit.

He shudders, letting out a soft whine, throwing his forearm over his eyes “God, fuck, yes, I want it. Oh, shiiiiit!”

He peeks down at you, hips fidgeting on the mattress. “I might... I might cum fast though,”

He blushes down to his pale chest “Sorry. I'll work on it.”

 You smirk against his cock, wrapping your lips around his swollen head, moaning into the sensitive organ as Brian's hips buck. Pulling off just enough to talk to him, your hand replaces your mouth immediately, pulling him hard and fast.

   “That's okay baby, we've got all the time in the world, and I'll gladly help you get your stamina up honey... we can practice every.single.day” You punctuate your words by licking his Cock from base to tip, tongue hard on the underside of him, his vein throbbing against you. Brin groans, one of his hands coming up to thread his fingers through your hair, pushing it out of your face so he could watch you better. “Fuck, you look so good.”

He sucks in a sharp breath when you dip your tongue into his slit, hips twitching even as he tried to hold back. “Feels a-amazing, I can’t—god.”

His eyes flutter shut as his head falls back against his pillow, mouth falling open as you take him into your mouth. He couldn’t believe you were doing this to him, and he suddenly understands why Roger never shut up about this act.. You absolutely loved the feeling of his hands in my hair, not pressing you into him harder, just, holding you, wanting to see every single thing that you were doing to him. Your eyes hadn’t left his the whole time, only when his head falls back against the pillow do your eyes break contact.

 His cock is throbbing so hard in your mouth, and you know he’s close, god the noises that were coming out of his mouth were near orgasmic. “Come on baby, cum for me, fill my whole fucking throat up Brian...”

It’s almost like your words push him over the edge, your permission finally allowing him to let go. “Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh—f-uck.” He’s frantically saying the phrase over and over again, cursing when his hips snap up just as you go back down on him. He starts to apologize, but then you’re moaning around him, taking him impossibly deep, and he nearly shouts as he cums, whimpering as you swallow around him. His grip is tight in your hair, his eyes wide as saucers as his whole body tenses before going limp against the mattress, shivering a little.

   You happily swallow every ounce of cum that Brian gives you, your arms firmly wrapped around his hips, holding him still. His entire body was shaking, and given the sheer amount of his cum that you’d just swallowed, it was no surprise. After making sure you’d thoroughly sucked him dry, you place a few kisses to his softening cock and kiss your way back up his body, taking your time admiring the marks you’d left on him before meeting his lips with yours, softly kissing him, just trying to get his breathing regulated.

He kisses you eagerly, licking his own taste out of your mouth, his trembly hands on your face. “Mmm... Y/N... that was...Th-thank you.

 He knows it’s lame, but he doesn’t know what else to say. It’d felt incredible. He feels shaky and almost faint but in the best way. You smile into the kiss, loving that you’d had such an effect on him. “You don’t have to thank me for doing something I’ve been dreaming of doing since I saw you in those tight orange bell bottoms last fall...”

You suck his bottom lip into your mouth, cheekily biting it lightly as Brian lets out a little whimper. Your fingers gently massaging his head, fingernails scratching his scalp lightly. “You did so good Bri.”

He simply cuddles close to you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “M’glad i made you happy. I love you so much, Y/N. I’m so happy we’re here together.”

You smile and wrap your own arms around him, hugging him as close to your body as you can. “Me too Bri, you don’t even know how happy you’ve made me.”

 Pressing a kiss down to his brow, you frown when he doesn’t respond. Peeking my head down at him, you chuckle when you see that he’s completely passed out, face pressed against your chest. “Sweet Dreams Bri, I love you.” Laying one final kiss to his forehead, you curl yourself against him, resigning yourself to sleep, and dreaming about what morning would bring.

 Brian sleeps as late as can, curled up with you. He groans when the alarm goes off in the morning, not wanting to wake up. Screw his thesis. Screw his degree. He just wanted to stay cuddled with you in bed forever, completely content and cozy.

The piercing sound of the alarm sends you burying yourself further into Brian’s neck, groaning loudly along with him.

 “God Bri, do we have to move? Can’t we just stay in bed all day long?” You are definitely not a morning person, and after yesterday’s activities, you were still absolutely exhausted. This day was absolutely going to suck so bad. “I promise I’ll be good and make you feel amazing if you just let us stay here...”

He pouts, rubbing his eyes, voice thick with sleep when he speaks. “Don't sayyyy thaaat, because you KNOW I want to say yes.”

 Brian stretches a little before pulling you closer to him, curling around you. “Maybe we can tell the professors that something more important come up. He sniffles into your neck, showering your skin with little kisses.

You let out a little giggle as Bri’s kisses tickle your neck, the feeling sending you further into the bed and into his chest. Fuck, he was so warm and comfortable, and made you feel so incredibly safe and loved. Looking up into his hazel eyes, you smile widely at him. Puckering your lips in an attempt to get him to take the hint and kiss you. He sighs dramatically and does just that, moaning into the kiss as he pulls you up closer to him. His hands move to your ass, squeezing the cheeks as he presses your core against his raging hard on. Opening your mouth in a sigh only spurs him on, and he shoves his tongue into your mouth, kissing you as if your life depended on it. “B—“

Before you can even get a word out, the phone rings, the shrill sound permeating throughout the room and just absolutely scaring the living daylights out of the both of you. Scrambling to the side of the bed, you reach over and answer, smiling even more widely than you had been earlier at the words spoken to you on the other line. It was almost like a god was smiling down on the two of you.

 Thanking the caller as you hang up the phone, you around to face Brian, mischievous smirk on my face. “Guess who don't have to lie to their professors about having a cold, because one of them has been exposed by his wife as a cheating whoremonger and is currently sweeping the charred remnants of his possessions off the pavement in front of his home in Clapham?”

Brian sits straight up, a grin on his face “No way. Seriously?!” He lets out a bright laugh “I don't know if I want the details of that or not.”

Joining him in laughter, you hop back in bed and taking up residence in his lap, placing soft kisses all over his face and neck in happiness. “Obviously we made somebody very happy in a past life, and all of our good karma is starting to shine through.”

Running a hand through his hair, you smile down at him, placing one final kiss to his lips before pulling away just slightly, hands moving down his chest “Now... where were we?”

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[lettersforhersunshine]

@tamperedsovereign​ said: 

Celestia and Sombra [main verse for the ship meme, hell ye]

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME! x

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - they aint dying anytime soon so they’re good until further notice

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - it didn’t take a lot for them to show physical interest in each other since they’re both smoking, but falling in love was a steady progress

How was their first kiss? - awkward as hell y’all prolly read the rp

Wedding:

Who proposed? - celestia????

Who is the best man/men? - no clue bc sombra is a friendless bastard rip

Who is the bride’s maid(s)? - luna/cadence

Who did the most planning? - celestia since she’s more experienced sombra just wanted crystals and he was satisfied

Who stressed the most? - probably pretty equal bc controversial wedding........ but maybe celestia a lil more cause shes gotta handle a lot

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? -  celestibra haters n/a

Sex:

Who is on top? - to avoid beating the dead horse that is sombras street cred imma be serious and say that while celestia takes charge a lot, she’s still very much enjoys handing the reigns over from time to time and getting railed into the mattress

Who is the one to instigate things? - equally horny bastards but so far celestia’s done the most propositioning

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now ( they’re literally dogs in heat whenever they lock eyes we can barely hold em back )

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - both have a supernatural amount of stamina so probably ‘too long’ in luna’s opinion

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - it’s not so much about the number of orgasms but how mindblowing they are

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory. ( they love snuggling and touching but they’re more reserved in public )

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - 1 so far

How many children will they adopt? - sunset is the reluctant step-child

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - sombra

Who is the stricter parent? - we’re not teaching our daughter dark magic just because you’re uncomfortable with her green eyes sombra

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - both

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - sombra/staff

Who is the more loved parent? - i imagine it’s pretty equal

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - they take turns, but celestia is the more social of the two

Who cried the most at graduation? - both

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - sombra vc: don’t make me call your mom valencia

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - celestia makes some mean pancakes ofc

Who is the pickiest in their food choice? - don’t imagine either are

Who does the grocery shopping? - sombra

How often do they bake desserts? - once in a while, most treats and food are done by the castle staff ofc

Are they more of a meat-lover or a salad eater? - they’re both ponies so they’re herbivores probably

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - sombra

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - celestia

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - sombra

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - either do it when they have to, but the maids usually take care of it

Who is really against chores? - maybe sombra bc he did use to be like. a pampered tyrant no offence honey

Who cleans up after the pets? - celestia ( the bottom of philomena’s cage is not for the faint of heart )

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - neither

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - celestia

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - sombra

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - celestia’s bathing ritual is extensive to keep her pelt as soft as clouds

Who takes the dog bird out for a walk? - philomena prefers celestia so she probably messes with sombra a lot whenever they have to interact

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - not very often

What are their goals for the relationship? - technically reformation but other than that no plans we fuck like animals

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - neither sleep particularly late, but most likely sombra since he doesn’t have sun raising duties the lucky bastard

Who plays the most pranks? - likely celestia, but sombra usually gets her back

#look at all this domestic goodness #inquiries; #public response; #tamperedsovereign #when the crown slips;

[jerihco-blog1]

howdy, y’all ! my name’s billy and this is my boy adrian jay woods, or as you may know him from dc comics: joseph “jericho” william wilson. below the cut you’re going to find a ton of information about my guy here and if you have any other questions, you are free to ask. if you’d like to PLOT please LIKE THIS or MESSAGE ME a.s.a.p. so we can start going through the motions. he was kind of important to the deathstroke comics & teen titans comics in the 80′s and 90′s, but he’s been there through other times more recently too, given the rebirth and all the new comics.

WARNING: 

there are some assumptions due to stuff from canon, if the characters are applied for i’ll hit them up. if i mess up otherwise, hit me up!

WARNING: 

also there are undescriptive mentions of violence, killing, death, depression, addiction, and jumping off the ledge. it also has a lot of spoilers. so if you are uncomfortable with these mentions, please skip to the third part of the bio where i talk about him modern day or hit me up if you haven’t heard of jericho before. 

DISCLAIMER:

so i totally forgot to mention that there are some things i won’t rp here because i’m a confusing person. i’m not comfortable rping: anything with any food (drinks and like fruit have always been find, but eating and like hotdogs and stuff make me feel gross), or nsfw (mainly nudity, sex, etc).

APPLICATION & PERSONALITY

№ — ( BRANDON FLYNN, HE/HIM & CISMALE, DC ) ┊ did you hear about JERICHO? i heard that they also go by JOSEPH WILSON - wait no ! they go by ADRIAN WOODS now - and are aged 23. they literally turned into dust for a hot second, so i don’t know how they’re doing, in all honesty. ( billy / 18 / est / he/him & they/them )

so honestly i wanna say i’ve read the rebirth comics and some of the 80′s, but otherwise i’m still working on all of the ones with jericho in it. i’ve just not had the time or patience for all the craziness there is in the comics. that being said, his portrayal is solely based on a mix of the comics and not from the movie or his tv show appearances. if arrow is adding jericho, i’m also ignoring that.

as both adrian and himself, his personality is pretty much the same. he’s a really big sweetheart who tries his best to be his best. he doesn’t like to fight, but when there really isn’t another option he knows how to hold himself up. while he places people on pedestals, he sees their flaws and chooses to ignore them. he can stand up for himself, but he’s just not that guy. he doesn’t let things go very easily and often times his negative thoughts become so within himself that it gets to be too much and it just comes out in a series of mistakes. he’s also got a clever sense of humor.

also he’s the child of slade wilson and adeline kane.

and he cannot speak due to a childhood incident, so to communicate he will use ASL or possession or his phone. there’s also some gloves that have been in the works for decades now so i think that when he was joseph he’d use that when in costume after he got his new suit to make battles easier for communication without it being completely just magic pill solution. sometimes the gloves don’t work or get hit so he also has a text to speech thing on him.

BEFORE THE SNAP - ( STATISTICS )

before the infinity war and the infamous snap and so much more, joseph was just your everyday kid. sure, his father and mother were dysfunctional at best and his older brother wanted nothing more than to run away from the family, but it wasn’t anything too abnormal. he went to parties when invited, got good grades, and had a fairly wide friend group.

his father and his children had a strained relationship, but in his own way he did show his children he loved them. he supported them when grant went towards having similar interests as himself, and he supported them when joseph started finding his passion in the arts.

one day his parents were fighting and his older brother, grant wilson, finally decided to run away for real. when he left, joey never got a chance to see him again until he heard he had been killed trying to kill the teen titans for a terrorist organization called h.i.v.e. many years later.

that day grant ran away though, was the day his father was contracted to kill a man who employed a villain named “jackal”. that death resulted in joseph’s kidnapping by said villain and in him getting his throat sliced - both taking his ability to speak and giving him his father’s blood in his system and triggering his mutant genes.

after joey healed in the hospital, his parents seperated and his mother ran away to new york with most of her things. his mother now resented slade and joey wouldn’t really see him again until much later.

so it was just his mother and him in the big apple and things were pretty relaxed. while he had to be a support rock for his mother, there were no more deaths and things due to slade being slade. life started to look up.

until the pair got mugged one day while shopping and joey found out he had the power to posess someone. after they were held at gunpoint, the boy’s eyes turned black and his irises a bright green and the next thing he knows, he’s in the guys body.

after this ability surfaced around his 11th birthday, joey wanted to be a superhero. he’s seen them on tv and he had this idea in his head he could save the world and bad things would stop happening. when he told his mother, she started training him to fight and got one of her old military friends to help create a bulletproof suit that would grow for him that looks like one of his 2nd comic ones HERE.

his crime “fighting” (he rarely went physical) mostly pertained to the area near the family home, stopping small crimes. he eventually was offered the name jericho by the creator of his original costume and it stuck. around this time his mother also started both her actual company “core policy group” and a side venture “searcher’s inc.”

when he was about 17, his mother had found out that his father was close to going through on the contract that her son, grant, had died trying to do; it was the one to kill the teen titans. so adeline started to watch and found a way to help when most of them were taken. she had told the remaining member about slade and what he did with them.

the catch was that joey had to come if she’d give exacts.

which he did go and after fighting his father, he was made an honorary member of the titans.

he started going on some missions with them and he even lived in the tower so that he could stay close by. 

while living there he started to grow closer to the group and it began to become easier to communicate with everyone. he wanted nothing more than to help and to be their friends so after a year or so they made him an actual member. especially after being hospitalized from trying to posess raven when trigon finally got to her.

(okay from this point forward i’ve changed two things from his actual comic appearences: he doesn’t turn genuinely evil, and he doesn’t date david isherwood. he is bisexual and i will never erase that, but the second of those two things was creepy because david watched joey grow up and the first thing just wasn’t in line with what his personality has always been. he was always the lawful good of slade’s children and i ain’t doing that.)

after he got initiated into the teen titans he almost betrayed their trust. his mother was kidnapped and because the government was trying to find both of them, her for possible treason and him for questioning, some of the group distrusted him when he fled after cheshire took her. he went after her and after they all got home he explained everything. it would take a while to regain their trust.

and when he did AGAIN something happened. a year later, when he was around 19 years old, his morality started to change. he started to do things out of character and it would be argued he turned evil. it turns out he was starting to be taken over by the trigon-corrupted souls of azarath as they couldn’t enter raven. he started this whole event where he tried to take over the world but when his real self finally came through he found he was surrounded by friends and his father. his last words were asking his father to kill him, and so he did.

or that’s what joseph thought. when he woke up in a hospital (again) he found himself back to normal. but, he still didn’t trust himself to join the titans again. he went evil and he didn’t want to again. especially in front of his friends. so when he finally could, he emailed them telling them he quit and deleted the account. then changing his phone number and moving to a flat that his mother “technically” bought.

then his mother wanted to help him in the real world and offered him a major place at her job, which he accepted with open arms. there he got a assistant/interpreter and they kind of hit it off.

she helped him learn more about the business world and while they spent so much time together they developed feelings for eachother. they were about the same age and it was a perfect life. Sure, he had the itch to go and be a hero again, but he stayed for his life and even started college.

it was perfect until it wasn’t. he was 22 then and he had decided to get engaged and tell his family. he told his mother, who was conflicted, his half sister who had been in his life on and off, and then an old family friend: david isherwood. david had a suit that could fly from wherever he was, so joey invited him over to meet étienne so he could get to know her. when they got to talking up on the roof in private on his final night in new york, david didn’t approve and started to threaten to tell her about his past alter ego.

honestly, joey was scared because he wanted to keep that part of his life in the past and while this boy wouldn’t hurt a single bone in someone else’s body, he impulsively did something that he regretted the moment it happened; he took over david’s body and then jumped off the building. he made eye contact at the last second with a passerby and then he cried.

over the course of the night he wound up taking his ikon suit (look HERE for more) to hide david’s identity (later to be used as his own personal suit) and, after realizing he was alive, taking him to a hospital as the passerby. when he went back to the rooftop he took back over his body and he had to convince the woman not to call the police. 

following the possible death of a role model, he started to have migraines and after seeing a doctor about it and them telling him to think about seeing a therapist, he ignored them and kept taking pain medication (eventually moving up to oxycodon when his perscription ended) that he should need. he eventually grew dependent on them and afterwards it started to affect his life. he hid his problems and around this time he also took on the stress of being an independent hero again. he told his fiance all about his past so that they can look for the future.

so three days before his wedding date, three things happen: 1. he finds out that his fiance is cheating on him with his father and working with the government to spy on slade, 2. he brings back david isherwood from the dead, 3. he has a major fight with his fiance and she decides to stay in the hotel until their wedding day.

on their wedding day she sort of died... murdered on the chapel stairs... so basically that started an episode. he started by mourning and then gave further into his addiction, resulting in him attacking his father and then shattering his sister’s skull when she tried to stop him. he genuinely thought his father was responsible when in reality it was his sister (but not).

while dealing with his loss, he also had to deal with his father’s insanity again when he tried to make things better in his life by stealing the flash’s superspeed and saving grant wilson from dying. this is the first time he sees the titans again and he decides to stay in david’s suit HERE to keep them from recognizing him.

after stopping his father he finally goes get help with a “narcotics anonymous” group. during this time he can heal more when david tells him he forgives joey.

this past year he has joined a group his mother started and - arguably - slade wilson leads called “project defiance”. it’s a good guy group and the only reason he joined was for his mother and to find out a definitive answer on who killed his fiance.

on this team he also starts dating romantically again instead of the short and sweet relationships he started to go through.

sometime down this line his father actually gets “kidnapped” by the, mutated, david isherwood. joseph helps him for a hot minute out but in the process his suit is turned off mid-flight. he ends up in the hospital yet again and he refuses to take pain medication because he’s really sticking through with recovery.

about a month before the infinity war, he decided to quit project defiance when there was nothing to really benefit from but the team disbanded when a team member, karen starr, looked to be dead.

after he left the project, he decided to keep on the heroing and keep up with all his career things too. he was finally in a better place, despite having to worry about his family and his boyfriend’s more mundane problems, and he was finally getting the therapy he needed.

then word of thanos reached him. he decided that despite the ikon suit being useless, he had to help. maybe he can get in him and figure out his motives or something- so he left to join the war.

when he finally got there he was rendered useless mere minutes after looking into thanos’ eyes through the ones of one of the other enemys. his astral body was inside thanos for a second before he was sent out by thanos; the shock was like when he was cast out from raven. he was paralyzed, but back in his own body on the battlefield. this time there was no time to take him to heal somewhere and when thanos finally had all the stones, he was with the unfortunate half of the universe.

SIX MONTHS LATER - ( STATISTICS )

well maybe unfortunate wasn’t that true. when adrian came to be, there wasn’t a forced smile or even weight on his shoulders. he was at peace.

when joseph woke up as adrian he had woken up on the streets of new york, guitar case on his back and a tune in his head. he already had his life story- well the parts that he could remember. he knew that he was on his way to the crowded apartment he called home just for a moment: long enough to grab his sketchpad and charcoal pencil.

adrian’s past is something of mystery. the first thing he remembers in life was his 13 year old self in a white room and lights. apparently, his father and him were in an accident, him being the survivor, and he didn’t have a mother to remember. he didn’t have permanent injuries besides him losing his voice, but that didn’t hurt him.

whatever happened didn’t concern him (you can’t grieve what you can’t remember), a mysterious aunt and cousin (who he’d come to know as the younger, but headstrong, alessandra “alex” lo - formerly known as rose wilson) came into his life to take care of the young woods kid and soon everything was okay.

adrian lived a happy life in a small town near nyc. he was a popular kid; he played guitar for the jazz band, he knew just about everyone, he was the sweetest little thing, he painted the town square mural, and there was just something in him people felt drawn to. he and his cousin were inseperable and genuinely life seemed pretty grand.

so when he graduated and decided to try his music career in the big apple, the town told him to visit and just about everyone sent him a little gift in the mail. it was a really sweet gesture.

when he got to the city, things were pretty good. he bumped into problems due to his voice, but he still managed things and generally the vibes were something that just worked for him. 

day one he had actually found roomates by accident and rolled with it and the next year he started making his money through the arts. he painted portraits in central park (despite his art being personal, he felt like painting for others made it so much easier to connect and he just loved features) and then one day he had his guitar and started playing while he was waiting for the next person.

next thing he knows he has an actual job in a bar in town and he’s doing that too: playing guitar on their makeshift stage.

now he’s still doing that and he’s just content. one day he’ll get a big break, but does he even want that anymore? he’s never been this content with himself, even if he’s starting to question what happened to him.

he’s content, but sometimes depression hits him but that’s just life. he just feels like some of this is funny and sometimes he just wonders if this is what he deserves or was supposed to do. he’ll have episodes every once and a while and they can last as long as he’s thinking. and he thinks a lot.

obviously i don’t have as much detail here, but basically if you knew joseph and met adrian you’d be so much happier for him. i kind of imagine that his mother, for example, plays into the lie?? once she found out her son was alive of course. because just his life was just turning around but he was constantly waiting for something bad to happen and here he’s just like “am i supposed to be feeling this content, i feel awful for it” up and down. but it’s like he’s better off being the fake him.

basically this is what his life could have been like without the family he had.

also his powers are still triggered because they were from his father’s blood on the blade in his past life but he doesn’t know that yet. i imagine he’ll find out by accident but someone come and attack him please. or put him in a situation.

#infinites:intro #/ this is so much and i am so so so so sorry #also this is a mess and i know #i'm just sliding into those starters now

[martyrblood]

1-3, 8 and 9, 13, 16 and 17, 25-30 LOL. MY question(s) are.. What OC has had your favorite development so far? And what AU or AUs are your favorite characterization-wise and whyyyyyy?

1. The most recent OC I’ve made I wanna say it’s Celine, but honestly I do have more recent like… rough ideas for characters, none that I’ve developed much or have come up with any purpose for but, I’ve got some in the ole incubator. Some off the top of my head are these two guys Victor and Todd, and then one based off the singer Sevdaliza… who I may or may not eventually make into an exxie. But I’m really slow and bad at making OC’s so “eventually” probably means like In Three Years. OH and there’s my DND bard named Pietro who issss only… I guess I made him around January of this year? He’s coming along a bit quicker than most of my new OC’s do because I’m forced to play with him once a week lol.

2. An early OC I remember making my FIRST….BABIEST oc was an Inu Yasha OC named Moonshadow lmao. I was 11 ish…? Another old one was a Naruto OC I made in middle school named Yume and I RP’d her with my friends up through high school, this is her 

3. An OC I’ve never used for anything Uhhhh… depending on how you define “used”… I think the majority of my OC’s have never been used for RP, but most of them do belong to an original canon. Ummmm. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh I’m not sure if I have any floaters… I really can’t think of One lol oops

9. An OC I made to fit into another universe I guess this means, universe that I didn’t come up with? I don’t really have any current ones but like, as mentioned above in number 2 I used to make fan-characters to fit universes I liked. I actually don’t even have characters in RP that were made for RP, they were all adapted from original canons to fit dustverse. If I ever make that Sevdaliza OC, she’ll probably be the first one.

13. An OC inspired by something completely unexpected LET’S SEE… well, a ton of my OC’s and story ideas are actually based on weird dreams that I have… including Giovanni and Matthew. I have dreams a lot where I’m someone else that I don’t know, or I’m looking down on people from somewhere, and sometimes if a dream sticks with me after I wake up I’ll make characters based on the people in the dream. I’m a lot more creative when I’m asleep lol

16. The most difficult OC for me to write (and why!) Ah geez. In RP, honestly I think it would have to be Giovanni. It’s so difficult to come up with idle posts and open starters for him, because of his personality and social tendencies. It’s also just difficult for me to get into his headspace a lot of the time. He’s not really ~relatable~ for me personally which, fun fact, is a little ironic considering that in the dream he came from, it was like first person from his perspective or I was him or whatever you wanna call it. I have the same problem with Schaeler, I can’t relate to him very well so he can be hard to write for. It’s double ironic because both of them are the “narrator” type protagonists of their respective canons. Idk why I do this to myself.

17. The easiest OC for me to write (and why!) Dallas, takes me almost no effort to write because he’s my self insert he’s a character I relate to very easily, and along with Schaeler he’s probably the oldest OC that I still use. I know he doesn’t appear on dash very often lol but that’s more, my failing to come up with something interesting for him to do in dustverse yet. His characterization is like second nature for me at this point, I rly don’t have to think about it more than a second when asked how he would react to A or B. He rarely surprises me anymore lol.

25. An OC I’ve changed a LOT HMMM. Judah’s been through a lot of changes. Not really in his personality or appearance, but like I’ve switched him around a few backgrounds and canons, and some things I assumed about him turned out not to be true. Random example, he’s feeling very nonbinary and pansexual lately when I check in with him.

26. An OC that I’m still working on I mean technically all of them haha. Some more than others. The ones off the top of my head that are in more active development lately are Celine (I have a good enough grip on her personality but not really her background or motives) and… Kate, actually, fun fact Kate is super dead in her canon lol and as I’ve been adapting her to dustverse, I’m getting to know her much better than I ever did writing the canon material. I actually might favor her over Jake a little at this point lol.

27. Someone else’s OC that I really admire GOSH there’s……a lot of y’all’s characters that I love, obviously… and I don’t wanna make anyone feel left out lol but there’s some characters I’m super familiar and comfortable with that I basically love as much as my own OC’s, and these would be like, Ricky’s Nisha and Nora, Tai’s Vico… they are My Babies and I will keep trying to steal them from their strollers like a goblin that steals babies

28. A common trait or pattern in my OCs I don’t wanna name any embarrassing or overly personal ones so uh. Let’s see… pairs? I have a habit of making OC’s in pairs, and they often have an Opposites Unfortunately Attract kind of dynamic. Sometimes “pairs” means like a Shippy sort of setup, i.e. Giovanni/Matthew, Julia/Celine (sorry I have not written much there), Dallas/Schaeler (you’re welcome I have not written much there) but sometimes it’s not as much a ship as just, I usually wind up making two at a time lol because I really like foil dynamics.

29. Something that I haven’t really explored with any of my OCs Heterosexuality Is A Mystery I Will Never Solve also um. Healthy relationships?

30. What OC has had your favorite development so far? Well Matthew’s been a wild ride. In and out of dustverse. It’s not always like, pleasant for me lol, but I am proud of how organically he developed and how realistic he feels? I wouldn’t toot my own horn about that normally but I’ve gotten some compliments on him lol. So thank you, and ya i know

30. What AU or AUs are your favorite characterization-wise and whyyyyyy? GOD I JUST *clenches fist* LOVE AU’S I have a problem. I really have a problem. My very top favorite ones though uhhhh gosh… any variation of a vampire AU, because I’m a slut for vampires, and I love exploring different brands of Vampire AngstTM (or lack thereof.) Another favorite is an AU me and Tai have built that’s about witches and familiars, currently in like a medieval France setting, we’ve got a big giant pile of lore on that one now… also I love, X-MEN AU and MISFITS AU because I love coming up with superpowers for OC’s but those particular universes are amazing and unique. I also love basically ripping the premise from any horror movie, throwing OC’s in a bag with it, and just shaking the bag very hard

EDIT: Ricky knows all the characters mentioned in this post but I realize everyone may not because I don’t RP with all of my OC’s lol so please refer to @mmementommori and @nomina-incognita for those you don’t recognize if you are curious.

#THANK YOU SO MUCH DARLING ILY #ask games #ask memes #i forget my tag literally every time we do this #ps i will literally send y'all numbers if you reblog this because it's a really good one #theboykingofhell #*when i say reblog ''this'' i mean the original post hdghfgdj sorry

[agentharrisonofshield-a]

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Mun Views@scottykerouac

3. On smut.

Negl, I enjoy smut.  I think smut is fun, and good easy escape, provided it’s being written by two (or more) consenting adults about two (or more) consenting adults.  As always, eager and enthusiastic consent is key (I believe I was just discussing that particular topic with a partner of mine last night) both for muns and muses.

Personally, I think you can get a lot out of smut.  I’ve had smut that’s stopped being smut and led to drama.  I’ve had smut that’s encouraged my muse to reveal aspects of herself she’d normally keep private.  I’ve had smut that, within a single reply, has turned to pure unadulterated angst.  (Vivian still needs to apologize for that.)  I’ve had smut that, in those delicious post-coital moments, has turned incredibly emotional.  I’ve had smut that’s been 80% negotiation and 20% sex, letting both muns explore their muse’s limits and desires.  And I’ve had smut that was just plain fun to write.

That being said, I personally am usually more comfortable writing smut with muns I know at least a little OOC.  Or on my own, with permission to borrow another muse.  That’s just me, though.  What it comes down to, again, is comfort and consent.  

10. On URLs.

Honestly I’m in awe of like 97% of you with your URLs.  I am terrible at URLs, as you can tell from my amazingly creative URL that I haven’t changed in over 4 years. Those of you with creative Latin and Greek terms, or phrases straight out of canon - I’m in awe of y’all.  Creative URLs like storiedprince for Dream of the Endless are just... how do you guys come up with those I have the most basic boring URLs ever.

I think the trend of switching URLs at Halloween and Christmas (which, granted, I have done in the past) needs to die.  It fucks with tracking tags, it fucks with searching a tag on someone’s blog, it fucks with following a thread backwards (I’ve had this problem with the few times I’ve done a holiday URL), and it just confuses and annoys a lot of people.

20. On 'popular' blogs.

Disclaimer: my experiences are primarily limited to the MCU/Marvel fandom.

So I have... opinions on this.  I’ve gone chasing after ‘popular’ blogs in the past, usually to no avail (best scenario) or to disastrous results (worst scenario).  It’s no coincidence that my first set of RP New Year’s Resolutions, headed by the resolution “DO NOT CHASE AFTER PEOPLE WHO AREN’T INTERESTED” came in the wake of my disastrous attempt to join a popular Marvel RP group in an attempt to catch the attention of the multiple ‘popular’ blogs that were part of it.  Protip: chasing ‘popular’ blogs isn’t worth it.  Either they give you attention right out the door - they follow you back, they respond to your messages, they plot with you, they send you memes - or they’re not going to.  

And, frankly - and here’s where I get into straight-up unpopular opinion territory - I don’t understand what makes half these blogs ‘popular’.  If they’re canon, many of them adhere to fanon over canon or over a personal interpretation of canon.  Or they take their interpretations of the character to such extremes that there’s literally nothing of canon but a name and a fc to tie them to canon material.  The worst part is, because they’re ‘popular’, perfectly decent interpretations of the same character go ignored or even maligned for not being fanon/ooc.  They may write nicely, but not with any sort of outstanding skill that would compensate for the lack of characterization.

I’d love to criticize OCs too - I’m an equal-opportunity insulter - but frankly I’ve yet to see an OC that met ‘popular’ standards.

Frankly, my experience trying to fly near the sun of ‘popular’ blogs is why I’ve spent more and more time exploring smaller fandoms and following blogs recommended to me by partners I know and trust.

#answered meme #scottykerouac #unpopular opinion #so apparently I am salty today #I blame it on my professor annoying me

[zceskrvitz]

kay. so clearly, i been missing out on all the action since like...2015. clearly.

now, i already expect a lot of y’all to jump down my throat to shut the fuck up and crawl back into my hellhole since i have not actively participated in an urban group rp in over two years. and trust me, i plan to do that!!! but lemme let y’all in on a little secret before we decide to proceed into this dangerous territory.

hi everyone, i go by the pseudonym of E, and i am the friend that @seductns mentioned in her post about writing rape.

have i been raped ooc? no. have i been around people who have been raped? yes. do i know enough information about the after effects and the trauma of rape to know that this isn’t something to be thrown around so casually as a plot point? yes.

back in 2015, i wrote about a character who had been raped. not the usual, dark and scary alleyway type of rape either. here’s another thing we should know about — rape comes in different forms. its not just a stranger in the night, its not a random jock who spikes your drink. it can be family members, it can be the ones you love, it can be the ones you trust. now, back to anecdote number one. i wrote a character who had been raped constantly by her lover, and he did this by getting her drunk enough to the point where she could not consent. as a result, this character suffered dramatically in emotional and romantic relationships. and this here muse was an adult.

now, let’s fast forward to the present. i’m currently writing a muse on my indie page that is a rape survivor. her story? she got raped at the age of fifteen by a man who was twenty four. he knew exactly what he was doing. he preyed on her and groomed her and made her promises and bought her things and he took from her.

and let me tell you something else. writing this has affected me psychologically, and added onto the cocktail of shit i deal with in real life.

the thing that i feel like people don’t understand when using triggering content as plot points is not only the effect it has on the character you are writing and the environment you’re writing in, but IT AFFECTS YOU. mentally, i’m sensitive. mentally, i am exhausted. mentally, i am angry and always wary of the actions of others. it is not fun to write this. it is a learning experience, though, to be able to flesh through actual emotions and rebuild from trauma. in a way, yes, it develops the shit out of your character who has been through an assault. you learn things, you become more aware, you become more sympathetic to the actual issues in reality and you want to do more. good.

but what we’re not gonna do, is to show that we are gonna fake-call attention to the issues of “reality” portrayed as plot twists in books and movies by rounding up slots for people who are comfortable with portraying their characters as rape victims and rapists. what we’re NOT gonna do is write this out — while it happens in real life, we know — in a roleplay filled with MINORS AND UNDERAGED FCS. we aren’t gonna address my opinion of why are we making high school rps when most of us ain’t in high school anymore and we were more than ready to graduate when our time came, cause that’s irrelevant. but majority of us use rp to relax, to sharpen our writing skills, to relieve stress or whatever the reason may be. so....why would be bring such an unsafe topic into a place like a high school?

you wanna promote awareness, cool. you know that these things happen in real life and while you do not condone the actions, you can’t do anything to stop it from happening in reality. alright. like no one is judging y’all for wanting to bring a sense of realism to your roleplays and your muses, but realize this: writing triggering topics don’t just make others uncomfortable, it makes the person writing it uncomfortable. if what i’ve heard is true and this roleplay houses minors and what have you, and you wanna make others aware or provide real life aspects for your characters, have a goddamn anti-rape assembly. provide rape prevention classes at your damn Y or something. if there is a character who would like to expand on the territory of assault, know what the fuck you’re doing. 99% of the time, TV and movies ROMANTICIZE and normalize shit that isn’t okay for ratings. like...y’all are aware of this, right? and as for the whole “uneducated” thing, if you’re in high school, you are way too damn old to not know right from wrong and know that no means no. i knew about consent long before i was even in high school. and being drunk or high or whatever you wanna use as a backstory to validate someone being a rapist? hey, you’re excusing the act. you’re sounding like an apologist. what i’m seeing is y’all hooting and hollering and going “THIS HAPPENS IN REAL LIFE SO WHO CARES? SUCH AND SUCH DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS RAPE BECAUSE HE WAS DRUNK, AND PEOPLE THINK THAT WAY IN REALITY SO WHY Y’ALL MAD?!?!?!” and you know how that sounds? ignorant as hell. just like this whole debate.

all i gotta say is...if you wish to use sexual assault as a secret for your muse, whether they are the victim or the perpetrator, do some goddamn research. i don’t get why anyone would WANT to write themselves as a rapist no matter the situation, but i’m in no position to judge i guess. writing the topic of rape is heavy, and it seems like most of y’all are failing to understand this because y’all aren’t getting past the fact that even though it is a real life problem, y’all writing out rape isn’t making it go away. especially not in high school, i mean tf?

and one more thing, y’all. stop acting like rph’s don’t do shit for you as soon as they disagree with your opinion. stop talking down on people who actually do shit with their lives outside of roleplay, but still find the fucking time to reblog the things that people may need and accept requests when asked. you generation of urban rpers sound childish and ungrateful as hell when you pull that, because when you want your damn theme makeovers and icons and gif icons, who will provide it to you when all you guys do is talk shit about them and discredit their work? uh, none, that’s who.

and that is the end of my rant. i’ve stated my piece. and stop running to wechat with your problems. everyone can see them, then you wanna act like a jackass when people have something to say about it. y’all are cities and states away and most of y’all are probably older than me anyway so grow the hell up. good night. let’s take a breather, everyone.

#urban rp #and thats it! this shit is dead! #go forth but be mindful of the shit y'all are writing the fuck!

[nardaviel]

nutritional facts of spinach: an atsushi analysis

i tried for days to think of a better title and i couldnt so y’all are just gonna have to live with this one

I initially wrote this Atsushi analysis for an RP application. The chat told me I should adapt it for the fandom on Tumblr and post it here, and I think they’re right because I’m always saying that Atsushi’s an interesting and complex character, not average/boring/whatever, so at some point I need to explain what I mean. The analysis itself doesn’t have a thesis, it’s just talking about what Atsushi’s like as a person, but maybe people will be interested anyway?

There are some canons where most people are so strange that if someone so much as approaches normalcy, even if they fall short, they stand out. In Boueibu, that person is Atsushi.

To put it simply, Atsushi is just a nice Japanese boy from a good family. He's the most genuinely polite member of the main cast. His life's ambition is to have a calm, conflict-free existence and take care of his friends. If he's more than he seems, it's not by his choice, and he would take the lovracelet off his wrist if he could. He didn't ask to be a magical boy. In fact, he rejected the offer, for all the good it did. He's not interested. It's too much responsibility.

Atsushi's most important distinguishing feature is probably his gentleness. He's kind and concerned about others, whether they're friends or total strangers. He tries to see things from others' perspective, or at least understand that they have a perspective, even when those others have wronged him or the people he cares about.

He's almost too forgiving, judging from the way he immediately forgives Kinshirou for trying to murder him and Yumoto. Indeed, he asks hopefully if Kinshirou will be his friend again. He does have an occasional tendency to surprise you with smartass comebacks and clever put-downs, but it's never anything too serious, and if he does accidentally go too far, he feels bad and tries to fix things.

He’s not all sweetness and light, all the time. He switches his chair with En's because his is wobbly, for example, and he has significantly less sympathy or concern for Wombat, who's caused him a lot of pain and inconvenience. He can get snappish when annoyed. But, on the whole, he's a kind person who cares about those around him.

Because he's so caring (and well-adjusted and normal, compared to the others), his role in the group is the long-suffering mom friend. He keeps the group together, makes sure everyone is comfortable, and scolds people, when necessary.

Just a few examples:

He gets outright stressed when En won't let him help make his own birthday cake.

His entire second image song is about how tiring it is being everyone's mom friend, keeping them all together and making sure they're acting at least kind of socially acceptable.

Even though he gives En a hard time about his laziness, he still comes to pick him up in the mornings, probably not always, but on a regular basis.

That last example says a lot, especially when considered in relation to his history. Kinshirou was a high-maintenance friend in his own way, although his demands were more emotional. He seems to have been the type to need a lot of reassurance about their friendship, and he would have taken the news that Atsushi was getting curry so badly that Atsushi didn’t even feel like he could tell him. And when he left, Atsushi immediately attached himself to En, who, frankly, wouldn't do much of anything without someone there to prod him into it. Of course, En was there when Kinshirou stopped talking to Atsushi, a new friend already being supportive.

But there was more to it than that. En needs Atsushi, and Atsushi needs to be needed.

That's not to say that Atsushi doesn't care about En or enjoy his company. Left to his own devices, Atsushi tends to be serious and perhaps too prone to worrying. En's laid-back attitude and frequent digressions into random, pointless conversations amuse him and help him relax. If En suddenly became more independent, Atsushi would feel lost, but he wouldn't want to be En's friend any less.

He does have the same lazy, slightly selfish streak as the rest of the Defense Club, minus Yumoto. None of them have any interest at all in fighting monsters. They didn't volunteer, so it seems unfair to expect enthusiasm, especially from En and Atsushi who explicitly refused Wombat's offer more than once. Still, even if they don't enjoy fighting, they know that the monsters are real people, often their fellow students, that have been transformed. They could at least want to help those people out, or, if not that, prevent the damage the monsters often cause. Instead, by season 2, they are completely done with the whole situation and want to avoid fighting entirely if they can get away with it.

This comes back to bite them when they're willing to fight for Goura, but the Beppus have given up on battling it out and moved on to a new, more dangerous plan. But at least that shows that they'll make the effort when it's someone they personally know and care about.

The third drama CD is similar in spirit. Atsushi, as well as all the others except Yumoto, is completely willing to throw anyone else under the bus if it means he doesn't have to serve as the president of the Defense Club. This is a manifestation of the same impulse that made the four of them find a small, remote room and hide in it during club activities to begin with. All of them, including Atsushi, want to spend their free time relaxing and doing their own thing.

People make a few references to a possible hidden “dark side” of Atsushi’s throughout canon. All jokes about sadism aside, there are some aspects of himself that haunt him and make him unhappy, a quiet darkness that conflicts with the calm, essentially happy manner that he tries to portray.

As a child, Atsushi was cheerful, open, and relaxed. He stood in sharp contrast to Kinshirou, who wore suspenders as a tiny child and worried about seeming childish while still in elementary school. In the flashbacks, Atsushi is open with his affection and excitement.

However, as a teenager, he's become more reserved. It's harder for him to express his emotions. Although he himself is polite and friendly, his body language tends toward the closed and unwelcoming. He crosses his arms over his chest...

...and he puts a hand to his chin when he thinks, which has the same effect of placing a barrier between him and whoever he's talking to.

Even when he's clearly unhappy or preoccupied, he tries to smile anyway and act like he's fine. And he doesn't like any of this. He feels like it's a character flaw. His first image song is about how insecure and guilty it all makes him feel.

He struggles, as well, with confrontation. When Kinshirou refused to talk to him in middle school, En urged him to talk it out, but Atsushi said he'd rather let Kinshirou have some space. That space grew into years of bitter silence and hesitant, awkward attempts at small talk. In season 1, episode 8, history seems to repeat itself when his best friend once again gets mad at him for no reason that he can see. The first time En runs away, he follows, attempting to learn from past mistakes, but as soon as En tells him to fuck off, he gives up.

It's not a stretch to think that during episode 8 Atsushi wonders what's wrong with him, that his best friends all decide after a few years that he sucks. Luckily, the situation gets sorted quickly, and in the season finale, he takes a more active role in his reconciliation with Kinshirou. (It was a step in the right direction when he got angry at the monster in episode 8, but in the finale, he actually talks about things with Kinshirou.) Still, those two fights highlight Atsushi's biggest weakness. When it comes to the big things, he's too gentle. He makes it a fault. He has such a hard time dealing with confrontation that he'll let his friendships be destroyed first.

He's also insecure in some areas. As I mentioned, he thinks he's too cold and closed off. He also thinks he's kind of boring.

Because he thinks his company isn't interesting or emotionally rewarding, it's likely that he doesn't understand his value outside the role he's given himself as a caretaker. It doesn't cause him too much angst, because he is in a caretaker role and his personality is fundamentally not that angsty, but the thought is still there, in the back of his mind. This is probably partly or entirely why he needs to be needed like he does.

However, now that he and Kinshirou are friends again, a lot of the sadness from season 1 is starting to fade. The two of them are still awkward with each other and don't quite know how to act after so long apart, but Atsushi is happy to have him back and he's determined not to mess it up this time. Regaining Kinshirou’s friendship has helped him learn to be more assertive, less inclined to just let bad things happen. ...But the day before he goes to all that effort to see Kinshirou off at the airport, he does this:

So he's still pretty nervous about conflict.

He can get kind of annoyed with En or impatient with Yumoto, but he rarely gets truly angry. It happens in episode 8 when En is yelling at him and being completely unfair, and later, when he confronts the monster that's made En like that.

It happens again when Kinshirou is smashing up the school to try to kill him.

And that's pretty much it for genuine anger from Atsushi in the anime; even in season 2′s climactic episodes, he doesn’t show as much of it. When he is angry, though, it can be startling how intense he becomes and, given his usual demeanor, how unwilling he is to back down. Even so, he stays on topic in arguments and doesn't try to hurt the other party, even when the opportunity presents itself.

It's because of things like that, as well as his politeness and general normalcy, that he has some of the most mature behavior among all the main cast. Arima is the only one who might have him beat. As another sign of his maturity, he gets very good grades due to study and diligence, as opposed to En, who usually gets mediocre grades but occasionally surprises everyone with a streak of 100s based on (he claims) excellent guesswork.

He’s clever, too. He doesn't think quite as quickly as En in the moment, but his grades are the second best in his year, and he has a good memory, where En often does not. Because of his memory, an intellectual strength of his is synthesizing information.

Despite that, he can be a little credulous sometimes. For the most part, it shows up when Kinshirou is there to serve as a counterpoint.

And even though he’s smart and often reaches the right conclusions, there are times where he comes up with some very unusual theories.

That naiveté might be a result of his upbringing: He's from a rich family, although not an obscenely wealthy one. He seems to have a good home life, because instead of being snobby or cruel, he's just sweet and, as mentioned, a little naive. Even after the events of the show, he thinks the world is basically a kind place. After all, nothing disastrous happened in the end, right? He talks about his sister, both in the stargazing flashback and in the game, and he mentions that the reason his family bought their very fancy TV is because his dad wanted it. (But he doesn't use it much, because he has another one in his room.) Also in support of the idea that he has responsible parents, or at least parents without unlimited funds: He's expected to go to college and become independent, instead of living off their money forever. On the other hand, he's also under the impression that most people go to college...

...which suggests that he's somewhat sheltered. He doesn't know yet what he wants to do with his life, so right now he intends to just go to college and hope something presents itself.

He's image-conscious, and doesn't enjoy drawing attention to himself. He finds the Battle Lover uniforms and scripted lines extremely embarrassing. There are others in the cast who are more easily embarrassed, for sure, but it's still not hard to make him feel awkward or self-conscious. In particular, it's possible that he's self-conscious about being too skinny: En tells him he is twice in season 1, and then in season 2, he's seen weighing himself after a bath.

He's also a pretty bad actor.

He enjoys reading, jigsaw puzzles, baths, anime, and video games. In other words, he enjoys calm, relaxing indoor hobbies with a playful or escapist feel. According to the fanbook, he hates needles. He knows a whole lot about anime, particularly older shounen and sentai shows.

That’s all for this analysis. Thank you for reading about Atsushi :D and as always, please comment with whatever you want!!

#boueibu #atsushi kinugawa #kinugawa atsushi #binan koukou chikyuu bouei bu love! #does anyone check that tag that doesnt also check the boueibu tag tho #my post #boueibu meta #i spent hours tumblrifying this post ugh #the screenshots in particular were a pain in the ass

[silverweretiger]

🔥 be 🔥 salty 🔥

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.Bonus points if you include a topic. ( IE. shipping, roleplaying, ect. )

[ Y’all blame Shuji for letting me be salty lmao. ]

🔥 Shipping

[ This is more aimed at the Voltron fandom, but– Let people ship w/e the hell they want to ship?? Unfollow the blog and their partners if need be?? Blacklist even?? Literally, there are so many ways one can avoid seeing certain ships. I don’t ship several things either, but I just scroll past bc it’s none of my business. It’s not affecting me in any way so why should I go out of my way to make somebody miserable about their ship preferences. I just. Don’t understand some of these people, I swear. ]

🔥 ‘It’s not bad if they are cute. uwu’ aka literally the argument everybody uses for big age gaps and other things that would normally make a person not feel that well

[ Okay, but consider this for a moment. It’s making me feel sick. It’s making me feel uncomfortable. I want to keep my blog nice and tidy for myself. Shocker, I know. How dare I try to make my RP experience comfortable for myself?? Blasphemy!! Jfc. ]

🔥 Rules ( + a bit about follows/follows back )

[ For the love of everything that is holy, ready the goddamn rules. I don’t care that you’ve followed me w/ another blog before. Read the goddamn rules. Gimme a chance to check the blog out. If I don’t see our charas interacting in any way then I won’t follow. I specifically mentioned in my rules that I’m mutuals only so do respect that. Don’t send stuff if we aren’t mutuals. Simple as that.

Another rule that many seem to not understand thus break is reblogging a bunch of memes from me w/o sending anything back. Listen, I know you can’t send everything back in, but I usually reblog from meme blogs so how about you do the same instead of using me as an archive?

I can tell when people haven’t read my rules. I can tell when people haven’t read my rules. I can tell when people haven’t read my rules.

I don’t need a password hidden in there for this. I have one blog w/ a password in the rules at the very bottom and the rules were still ignored. ]

#break time (ooc). [ general you everywhere #also I did three bc you sent three emotes ] #sclbstmord

[rexcrystallis]

SHIPPING MEME!

ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG. REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.

TAGGED BY: stolen from @runexxknight TAGGING: @violentroads @enviousking @theplagueofstars @ofguidanceandcharge @eldestamicitiason @dexturatua @oflucis @outofmychair @nesrecne @floweringeclipse @leorugiet @kyouminaine @lastkingoflucis @croweoftheglaive @heterochromiairiidum @bxstiarius

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?

IgNoct and ArNoct. 

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?

The nit and grit, with the right amounts of fluff and domesticity. I get bored really easily if all I get is sappy romanticism and domesticity that doesn’t push the muses beyond their comfort zone; if I feel that nothing’s happening and all the interactions are just the same. I want my muse to constantly feel challenged in a ship, because this gives me chances to expand his character. 

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:

Maximum age gap I’m tolerating is 10 years on ‘normal’ verses. Noctis has a thing for people older than he is, as I’ve observed. People his age or younger than him rarely catch his interest. But in certain verses there are instances where he’s older, or the one he’s set his sights on is  millennia older than he is.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:

Yes. I am aware I tend to write M/M ships and I do have a smattering of F/M ships here which I love, but for some reason F/M is hard to write for me because most of my experiences tend to slow and go downhill once the ship is made? Like, mostly it focuses on fluff and marriage things and domesticity and I tend to get bored fast if that’s all I do. The only successful F/M marriage so far I have written is with @wanderers-ward and even then they’re such an interesting couple; both are immortal and part ways for such an extended period of time to travel. I love it. 

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?:

I tend to hide under readmores once foreplay starts. I don’t know the age of all blogs that follow me, so it’s for the underage mun’s safety as well. Otherwise I won’t hide under a readmore and just tag it .nsfw tbh.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?:

Crowe Altius (mostly one sided things). Used to have an angsty ex-thingie with a Prompto but the mun left. I’m kinda still trying to see if Noctis will get over his aversion to a Gladiolus, but it’s still all in the air. Also ship him with Iris but that’s up in the air right now. Also used to ship with a Lightning but eh. I won’t go into details with that anymore, but the ship’s dropped. Also ship with an Ace (hella @reminiscentiae ) and a truckload of Ignises (Y’ALL KNOW WHO YOU ARE.) Also my super amazing platonic ArNoct with Kevin ( @massadamnata )

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

Yes absolutely. I ship chemistry above all others and have some caveats on OOC interaction connected with shipping.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:

Not often. I tend to stay with my OTPs.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:  

Yes

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

Both. Currently crying over IgNoct, raging over ArNoct, but I tend to keep my fangirling at tolerable levels. I also of course see if there’s chemistry to be had and I do not mask or hide individual muse’s issues when shipping. When you deal with a relationship, you deal with both good and bad aspects of a character or person after all.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

IgNoct and ArNoct 5ever ;;;;;;;;;;;;; 

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

Ask first. Making a ship magically happen via shortcutting shit on memes will only make me very cross with you. I don’t like shortcutting a ship. Build it with me, and we’ll see if it will sail, or not.

#.ooc #.psa #.mun

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is it poisoned, nanny? | sherlock holmes search

hey whaddap it's ya girl emrys

so i'm like damn near ten years late to this fandom but i am here i am queer and my disaster ass wants to roleplay the 2009 wb sherlock and its sequel, game of shadows

"isn't that the one with jude law and rdj?" some lone voice calls out from the back of the theater, their query echoing awkwardly in the open air .

"yeah!" i shout back, the response hanging still above the heads of the gathered crowd. someone shuffles, another coughs - somewhere, a child fusses and burbles uncertainly. the mass exchange uncertain glances, feet shuffling as if debating whether to stay or go.

i should again, "i'd really like to play against rdj's sherlock!" one hand cupped around half of my mouth. in an instant there's the sound of scraping chairs - *odd, as the crowd had been standing this whole time* - and feet making for the exit.

"BUT WAIT!" i cry. most leave, a few linger - startled to a halt by my sudden movement as i step closer to the edge of the stage.

"i'll split verse with you if you'd prefer! i'd happily exchange bbc for wb!" it's a last desperate attempt, knowing full well there aren't enough canons in one film canon enough to be enticing.

so yeah; more or less? i would adore a sherlock rp where you play the wonderful sherlock holmes for me and i will play anyone in the wb or bbc sherlock franchise you want

so with that out of the way here's just a quick rundown of me and my limits and how to get ahold of me!

me:

❖ twenty-three

❖ lady af

❖ gmt-8/gmt-7//pst/pdt

❖ au fiend

❖ rambles on and on

❖ has just the biggest dokis for tony stark (and fuckin sherlock homes now i guess! fuck!)

❖ disaster gay that is actually a disaster ace. ha ha! fooled you!

you:

❖ just really neato

❖ gentle regarding my limits

❖ if not hype then at least tolerant towards my incessant hype (because boy howdy and his pony partner it is incessant)

❖ probably an adult? probably an adult. i'd prefer it at least. i am like internet old and everything. it'd be best for everyone involved if the senior citizens keep to themselves

limits:

❖ tobacco products - hard pass

❖ drug paraphernalia - hard pass (excluding like hospital iv's and cold medicine)

❖ substance abuse - hard pass

❖ alcohol in general - mostly hard pass. no getting drunk plsnthx and if we could not talk about it at all that would be hella aces but i mean champagne toasts and wine at dinner is fine i suppose

❖ sexual abuse/sexual assault - hard pass

❖ smut - more of a fade to black person. but allusions, insinuations, jokes and funny hahas are always welcome

regarding limits:

because there’s one chucklefuck in every group and i’ve now expanded into two fandoms gonna lay down the law.

i am super 👏 fucking 👏 aware 👏 sherlock has issues with alcohol and drugs normally

guess what? don’t 👏 fucking 👏 care 👏

i’ve listed it as a limit, i’ve asked for you not to touch that shit with a thirty nine and a half foot pole that thurl ravencroft would be jealous of. so why people feel the need to roll up like BUT!!! YOU DO LIKE KNOW RIGHT?? WHAT IF I--

like no!! i don’t care!! this is fiction! and a hobby! it makes me uncomfortable and i should be able to say that without people trying to contest my comfort zone! if that shit is so important to you that you can’t write the character without it?? i hope you find a lovely rp partner but sorry to say i’m not it! we just ain’t gonna get along.

i’m sorry if i sound like a hellacious bitch but my god it just happens so fucking much and i’m tired y’all, emrys is fuckin’ exhausted.

that said.

i’m more than happy to accommodate any limit you have babes whether it contradicts canon or not <33

medium deets:

❖ i'm third person past/present fluctuating

❖ canon/oc for my side if it wasn't obvious

❖ m/f, f//, m// all fine by me but i prefer m/f and f//

❖ 250w minimum typically just because i enjoy it. i can also go as high as like 3,500 but probably not every post. and i type better than here i swear, if you want to ask me for samples go ahead! i’m happy to throw some posts at you.

❖ discord = email = gdocs > gaiaonline > pm's > threads > everywhere else

contact info:

❖ feel free to email me at [email protected] if you think you're miraculously picking up what i'm puttin' down

❖ you can also hit me up on discord at super secret boy band#8981

❖ pls make ur email title a song lyric so i know you got through everything thank you mwah mwah

❖ if you're messagin' me on discord just make your first message once i accept the friend req like a youtube link to a song or maybe a lyrics page before you get into hashin' deets

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Send me a ♔ for me to describe a favorite rp character of mine.

I just want to start saying I love all of my characters and there’s moments where all of them live under the same spotlight and have my heart whenever they want it. But okay, currently favorite character is this lil kiddo I’ve had for so long, she was literally one of my first characters in the rpc here in tumblr. I brought her to this rpg I was already in to fill a wanted connection and she grew on me, I had her in that group for two years and then I never played her again until now. I never thought I’d find a place where she’d fit again, especially due to her story but I’m playing her a bit older now and it’s giving me so many possibilities to keep developing her personality, story and just making new conections that build her as a person with every interaction and plot.

She was 18 years old when I started playing her, I used Taissa Farmiga as her fc, and she was this girl who had been forced to grow up all too son and become her own parental figure, however weak that concept was. She had all this issues asides from her traumatic brought up, she was still on her teenage years acting and moving in the adult world, with a lot of losses in the process of building her sense of sel and without really compensating them with a proper psychological development in terms of maturity and becoming a person strong enough to handle the challenges one faces throughout their life.

She moved in with her cousin and got a job, because that’s what people do and she barely even cared about it all. She’d become rebelious and confrontative with any kind of authority or things that were socially acceptable because she never had any proof that society could actually be good, or that the shared stereotypes of good parents, teenagers, adultship were actually real. She’d only ever known disappointment when it came to what should be expected and she’d learnt to this point that it was her against the world and that she should get the things she needed to get by however she could. 

Living in NYC she finally started to settle down and have an attempt at building actual bonds with people, allowing herself to care and be somewhat nicer to the people that she got along with. Wihout letting herself be at complete ease, Bonnie actually felt that things could for once not be that bad. Either way she never once complained about the life she got for she had somehow outcome her own experiences with being born in a family that didn’t want her and simply neglected her, parents that didn’t love each other and as a product of their toxic relationship she was beaten up daily, an environment in which no kid should ever grow up between guns and drugs and crime. She felt like she had handled the worst and was just fine on her own, but still being left by the people she had begin to care about clouded her with disappointment and abandonment issues that she soon transformed into a sentiment of being her the one constantly disappointing other and believing it was her own idea to be on her own, not needing people. Here’s where I played her last, her story then kept developing even if I didn’t play her.

Being left behind by her cousin meant she was homeless and barely even making the cut to stay alive, and somehow she was unaffected by all of this. Bonnie had built up a strength of mind where she simply blocked emotion and took things as rationally as she could, scattering for practical solutions however inmoral or fucked up. Sleeping on the sidewalk, exchanging sex for photography lessons or simply for a room, she got used to being this reckless and careless, just having an idea of what she wanted and trying to get that. Falling into a relationship with a man she did not love wasn’t really a problem to her but it was more a solution, she only needed to be around and play the part and she got what she wanted which was to do her job and learn more. Soon enough she was trapped in an abusive relationship she had not asked for but which seemed natural at this point given her upbring, to the point she didn’t even question it. She’d fight back and try to defend herself because she had all this anger bottled up but then again not being able to grasp the thought that maybe just maybe, what was out there could be better than her current situation.

It took a lot for her to actually make the choice and finally leave, she didn’t have plans or anyone to really go to, it was her and whatever she was experiencing at the moment, she took situations as they came and would take a punch if that was what’s coming her way. So the possibility of doing her job somehow without the abusive boyfriend or any actual connection to a particular person that could potentially harm her emotionally if not physical, it sounded like a good enough deal.

And here’s when I play her again, five years later and she’s 23 and her faceclaim is Caitlin Stasey, and she’s changed. She’s put up so many barriers and simply wants to go through life without having to actually get to know people because deep down she knows how vulnerable she can be and how much it can fuck her up. Caring, having any type of emotions, letting people close enough to hurt you… she doesn’t want to live through that again, she can’t afford another loss that would mess her up psychologically, her sense of self, the faulty identity she’s built up for herself, the shaky ground in which she’s settled to try and keep growing. In all honesty she’s surprised she’s made it this far and she doesn’t wanna risk it. 

She knows she’s all sorts of screwed and that what she needs is so many things that she’s just been pushing to the back of her mind and building walls around it to keep it far from actually disturbing her in her way through life. Bonnie strongly believes that she can only hurt people that care for her, because the people she’s ever cared for have hurt her. She feels like she’s a major disappointment in society’s eyes and everyone seems to be living a pleasant or somewhat nice life caught in betweent the sterotypes and that thought as correct or possible, while she’s simply an outcast… someone who really shouldn’t exist in the elements that make society what it is.

Finally she’s just stuck at this place in which she wants to run so desperately, afraid that if she stays at one place for too long she’ll end up doing exactly what she doesn’t want, which is to form relationships and make friends and actually interact with people in a deeper and more relevant level. She wants to run but she also wants to stay so badly, to give it a try at being normal, at maybe being happy like everyone else seems to be. And she’s already getting to that point where she cares about a couple of people, likes them, could see even bigger things with them and she’s so conflicted because she doesn’t want it, she can’t picture herself keeping it together and actually make it work. So she’s simply testing waters, ready to leave, curious to take the leap.

I love Bonnie because even though her backstory is a bit peculiar in comparison to some of my other characters with more familiar or realistic backgrounds, she’s the most human of them all or at least I feel like it. She’s doing this thing of feeling and repressing feelings, trying to do things the right way but constantly messing up and just blaming it upon herself, not questioning things that everyone should be questioning, choosing the seemingly easier path, struggling to be a person who knows who she is, what she’s doing… she’s fucked up and everyone is, in their own particular way, and she’s trying very hard and shows a tough armour to defend herself from society, feelings, her own… and some other times she’s this vulnerable little kid who never had someone to comfort her when she had nightmares and I love her, I feel like I’ve really invested in her and dedicate my time every day to try and understand what she’s feeling and going through, stuff like that.

So that is my Bonnie Patterson to y’all!

#i really liked answering this #long post #onehopthistime #c: bonnie #pdi