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ravengards-rogue · 23 days

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the evening stretch | warm-up series.

ft. the prompts, nsfw / "dinner" / arthur morgan.

✧ tags : afab!reader + fem!reader outdoors sex, oral (f!recieving), reader is an outlaw, established relationship, desperate arthur morgan, 18+

✧ wc : 2.7k

✧ a/n : hello! this is part of a little warm-up series i do on my other blog where i pick three prompts and try to come up with something. i normally do them in a rut. im working on a commission and im super stuck so.

this actually landed on javier four times in a row but im being kind and sparing a friend so. here's mr. morgan.

✧ synopsis : arthur thinks the place between your legs would suit him quite nicely.

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Honest to God, Arthur's never been like this before.

He ain't all that pious to start, so perhaps the sentiment doesn't stretch as far as he would like it too. But it's true, all the same - that in all the lives he's lived, he's never experienced this much bone-deep desire for another human being.

Which is outright ridiculous, since right now you're just making supper. Dinner, you always clarify with that yankee accent. You're going to have dinner together, 'cause Arthur needs to eat. He works hard, according to you.

It's not much, but you're a better cook than Pearson. Even if that's not saying a whole lot. And you're insistent on making the man eat, always on his case about how it's hardly enough for a man his size.

Arthur can chalk it up to being that you love him, as you have told him foolishly many times. He's sure you're not gonna be happy with him in a minute since again - all you're doing is making dinner.

It's just... something. Something about you today. Dammit, he doesn't understand it neither. You've got a job together, and you and Arthur play convincing husband and wife since you practically are anyway. Arthur's been watching you today closely. You lie pretty. Smile with all your teeth, clever with a careful finesse and an honest knack for debauchery and indecency.

You love calling yourself an awful woman. Joking about dying an unweddable spinster given your crudity.

But Arthur likes it in you. Of you. Likes it so much he's done nothing but readjust his pants watching you squirm your way out of every difficult situation and sling the revolver on your hip like a tried-and-true gunslinger.

You're a fine woman to him. A fine one.

The fire crackles as you place a pot over the little flame of the faux stove. You've made a real dinner somehow - with some vegetables and creeping thyme and carefully butchery of meat. It smells good and you seem proud of it, stirring the thing with the sharp end of your knife. Careful not to scrape the pot.

Arthur watches the light glow orange on your face, carefully observing the way it shines on you. You don't look up at all when you speak.

"Gonna stare a hole into me, Morgan."

He feels something warm crawl up his cheeks. He scratches his beard instinctively, tucking his hat over his eyes.

"'m sorry," He says, unsure of how to cover for himself. "Been thinking about some things."

"Don't hurt yourself," You reply, sardonic and dry. Arthur adores you. He laughs to himself and feels warmed by the pleasant smile that seems to give you.

"I'll try. Ain't much used to thinking,"

"Penny for your thoughts, then Mr. Morgan." You reply, carefully moving the pot around so nothing burns. "Might help you clear your mind if you get some of it off your chest."

He's backed himself into a wall. Goddamn him and his big mouth. He hesitates, taking it off this time. Fidgety.

"Yanno, there ain't a lot women like you. Not that I've met at least."

You give him a look. Your lips pressed into a flat line, unimpressed by him.

"Is that so?"

He laughs to himself. "It is indeed. You're a real piece of work. 'Specially going around batting your lashes, making yourself out to be a housewife."

"Aw what, did you like seeing me all doe eyed?" You smile to yourself, teasing but not entirely insincere. "If it helps, since you're the fake husband, I'm only half-acting."

That makes him grin. Though you say it with confidence, the sincerity it makes you flush.

"It ain't that," Arthur says again, looking at your face for the second time in a few minutes. "Just that you're a fine woman to be around. What do they call it...resourceful. That's what I'm thinking of."

"Who taught you such a big word, Morgan?"

"Trelawny, I'd guess."

You laugh, loud and beautiful and Arthur smiles. You look at him from across the fire. "Well, I'm glad you like my company, Mr. Morgan."

"I do more than like it," He hums, offering a reprieve. He nods at you carefully, head tilted. "Come 'ere,"

Your eyes widen at him, but you don't deny him of what he's asking. For that he is awfully grateful. You're more than capable and much less than needy. There's victory in your deliberate desire for him, Arthur thinks. You want him enough to let him chase you.

You come sit by Arthur. You're a little awkward with him still but he don't mind. It adds to whatever he feels for you, sugar-sweet affection and all. You sit on your knees and Arthur turns his head looking at you.

Beautiful. Beautiful thing you are, really. He has a hard time finding the words to tell you.

He reaches up, hand cupping your face. You lean into the touch, palm resting on calloused hand. He adores you.

"And quit with the Mister Morgan nonsense. Drives me crazy."

"Arthur," You say, slow and deliberate. "You know you're looking at me like you wanna eat me."

'"Read my mind, then."

"Arthur," You repeat, scandalized. He would smile if he wasn't so serious. "We're supposed to be eatin' dinner. You got into a whole spat with them Leymone Riders just today. You need to recover,"

His smile widens.

"Lettin' me go down on ya will heal me just fine,"

You look at him exasperated. Arthur leans into your neck, placing chaste kisses down the line of your jaw. He kisses you just there - underneath your earlobe, knows it drives you crazy.

"Lay down, sugar. Help a poor, injured man heal."

You pull away from him with faux exasperation, fond smiling breaking your face.

"You can be such a dog some times, do you know that?"

"I'm afraid I do,"

You give him another unimpressed look, but you listen anyways. Arthur moves so you can lay down on the bedroll - his bedroll. He takes off his coat just before you lay your head, playing it underneath you to get you more comfortable.

"Dinner's gonna burn," You tell him, almost reflexively. He laughs as he looks at you, your hands folded over your stomach and flat. He laughs at you.

"Burn? You feeling warm?"

"Arthur!"

And he laughs again, catching your boot in his hand as you go to kick his chest lightly. He sets it back down as he stares at you. You're quite the sight. Adoration bubbles up into his throat, blooms out into a hum. The sound of crickets and owls and all sorts of night wanderers sound - but none are distracting enough to pry his gaze away.

"You're looking too much," You say, your voice a half tremble. He nods.

"Got too," Arthur hums, leaning forward into your space. You always smell good to him, some cross between soft earth, and sweet liquor and clothes left in the sun. Skin and salt and sweet. "Who knows how long I'll be around."

He presses his lips to yours gentle and you kiss him - but only once before pulling away. Your eyes suddenly serious, warm palm on his cheek.

"Don't say something so morbid. If you go, I go,"

"Sweetheart—"

"No buts." You affirm, pressing your thumb to his lip all serious. Your eyes meet and for a moment - just one minute, all he wants to do is stop time from moving. From stealing him from you in life at all. Even a few seconds, intolerable. "Don't feel to good to hear, does it? So don't say it."

"Alright, alright," He huffs, laughing against your neck. He kisses it again, right against your pulse - quickening under his teeth as he bites and scrapes. He mulls over how much he wants you, and how little time there is to do everything. "Jus' lemme...I dunno."

Now you're cheeky, smiling up at him. Lord above, you do something so terrible to him. "Now that's just not true, baby."

He laughs deep and raspy. It's not true, because he knows exactly what he's after.

Arthur lets his hands plane over your clothed body. He doesn't bother with the ritual of undressing you entirely - since the act doesn't deserve the intimacy. You do, maybe - but Arthur's head feels too foggy to do anything civilized. He has to settle for letting his hands grip the fabric of your skirt and push it until it bunches around your waist.

There's no real delicacy in it, save for the way your breath hitches as Arthur gives himself better access. He moves to lay on his stomach between your thighs. He wishes it were brighter to give him better view. He's seen it plenty but looking at your pretty pussy alone gets him harder than steel.

His hands go underneath every layer of fabric to undo the little tie of your undergarments. You squirm when Arthur takes them off, but you don't pull away.

It's pretty. Even with the dim light of just the moon and fire to let Arthur see it. What entices him mostly though is the scent, after a long day of riding out alone - there's something about the way you smell - sweat and all that makes the back of his mouth ache with want. Makes his teeth hurt just dreaming about it.

He doesn't let his animalistic urges take him yet. He knows you need the build up. His hand is soft as he grips onto your waist. He pulls your legs further apart and lets his lips brush the inside of your thigh. Starts at your knee and works his way up, his mouth burning hot - open kisses. You giggle at the sensation of his beard, but it's tamped down with lust Arthur knows like the back of his hand.

Slow, deliberate, sinful. He knows the way you liked to be touched so exactly, but the pace is set more by his desperation. It grows ten sizes listening to you sigh and huff, feeling your hands come down to touch his hair and play with it.

"Arthur," Your voice calls. Pleading. Wanting him. You're so good at making Arthur loose his composure with so little. It's hard to tease you as your voice clips off into a whine. "Arthur,"

"I've got you," He says, assured. He means it as much as he means anything he's ever said. He ain't a decent man, but this much he can say full ways. "I've got you, sugar. Ease up. Let me take care of you,"

And so you again, breathless - boneless and eager. You let Arthur into your space, and something about that. Something about you. His heart races, blood pumping through his body. It pulses in his ears, head swimming with nothing but praise for you.

You're a fine woman. You're a good girl. The best he knows.

Arthur can feel the way your clit pulses with want before he ever puts his mouth on you. Makes him chuckle, gloved hand resting on your navel. He uses his thumb to pull it back, before using both hands to spread you open. Then, in an act less then gentlemanly, spits on it hard. He watches it land, lewd as it drips between your fold. He laughs to himself.

Another pitchy call of his name and Arthur decides he's had enough fun to get him through the evening.

He kisses your clit first, thinks it's only gentlemanly. When your hips buck up trying to chase the feeling of his mouth - he laughs. His hands dig into your hips. You're soft, skin dimpling from just how tight he holds onto you.

When he finally gets what he wants, his own body lurches forward from want. He nearly slumps into the ground - half-way between relieved and utterly addicted. It's a sense of euphoria unmatched by the finest liquor or cigars money can be.

The taste of you fills his mouth as Arthur eats.

Arthur is not used to playing predator. Not interested in the act of devouring. You often compare him to some sort of herbivore. But there's something too hungry, too visceral, too primal for him to be anything but a coyote. A teethed thing, all screwed up from hunger.

He lets his tongue slip against the seam of your cunt, all the arousal collecting in his mouth. His senses flood with something heady, sweet but bitter and he groans shamelessly as a result. Spoiled by the taste and utterly debauched.

"Oh, god - Arthur, you're—"

Arthur is pleased by the way your words are cut off by your own moan. He slides his tongue back up, wet muscle firm as it lays flat against your clit. There's a slight twitch like it's asking for more attention.

Arthur is all to eager vtoo provide, closing his lips around the twitching bundle of nerves. He knows what you like. Learned over time just the amount of pressure he needs to suck with and the speed he needs to draw his tongue over your clit to get you right at the very edge of your orgasm.

He teases you to that pace. Slow increases in either or, until it's just at that perfect medium. Once he hits that spot, you always moan so pretty.

You shudder, your body lurching up as your hands get tighter in his hair. "Aah, fuck. Ngh, Arthur. Don't do this t'me."

You begging him not too makes him want to do it more. If Arthur were any less aroused, he would. But his brain can barely think up enough to stamina to do that. His own cock is strained against his work pants - hips instinctively rutting into the bedroll just beneath him. Silently seeking friction all while hoping he doesn't get enough to distract him.

It'd be a damn shame, he thinks - letting anything pull him from the taste of your pussy. From the smell of it, from the sight of it, from the feeling of you. Sticky, pulsing strings of arousal coating his tongue and turning all his thoughts to dust.

His cock throbs again as you rut against his mouth. Arthur pins you in place.

"Please," You say. A magic word he ain't much stronger than. "Please make me cum,"

You really are a good girl, the way you know exactly what makes him tick. Arthur moans into your cunt as he sucks and licks and eats. He'd die over it, and he does not mean it lightly. It's the only thing in the world he wants to do in the moment. He laser focuses on finding that sweet spot again.

And he knows he does when you start whimpering. Squirming and holding onto his soft brown locks and pleading for something you don't know about. He can feel how wet your getting - dripping along down his beard and face. Thick strings of your arousal stick and slide down his neck.

He's never been a messy eater, but you've been disproving many of his prior understandings of himself. He supposes it's only natural.

"Oh, baby," You say, not even his name. Arthur knows it's a warning that you're gonna cum. All he can do is encourage you. He hums into your soft, wet cunt and you groan again. "Fuck, Arthur. I'm gonna cum."

Arthur knows better. He doesn't do a thing but keep going. Lets you move and thrash and pull away but keeps you firm in his place and eats your pussy until you can barely think.

He knows the knot is untying before you do because of how much you squirm. When you cum, you cum hard. Your back arches up into a picture perfect curve, toes curling and hands tugging at his roots for purchase.

He can feel every pulse of desire as you finally do let go. You cry out, loud enough to startle any nearby critters. Your fingers grip tight at the base of his hair as the orgasm washes over you. It's just as magnetic as it was the first time.

He's sure that will always be true.

When Arthur pulls away from your pulsing, wet core - he can feel just how much of his lower face is sticky. He's sure you also know, if the way you laugh is anything to go by.

And he's not long to follow after. Not even a few seconds and he can feel something in pants tighten - a mess of white staining the front of the denim in an onset of lust damn near shameful. Is he a teenager again? Lord above.

Breathlessly, you look down at him after you've ridden your high out.

Pulling up Arthur by the collar, you look at him slowly and frown. You look impassioned and a little frustrated.

You kiss him tender after you've come too. Once, then twice, then a another time with your hand still drawn into a fist. Arthur grabs it closed, opening your palms before kissing the palm of your hands until you're no longer mad.

"Hate how good you are at that," You admit, a little drunk of the euphoria of all of it. "Make me feel so crazy."

Arthur beams at you unapologetic.

"It's good to be that with me, sweetheart." Arthur says, kissing the corner of your mouth. "Now how about you go and give me one more?"

You laugh breathlessly but don't go to stop him at all.

"Insatiable man."

"Only for you, my girl."

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#arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 x reader #arthur morgan smut #rdr2 smut #rogues love letters #zero.arthur #this is OUTRAGEOUS. I WAS WARMING UP???#i need to sleep its nearly 8. jesus christ.

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charliemwrites · 5 months

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Some feral and keeper Price stuff..? I don’t mind what, honestly. Just bring it in, broski!!! Smut? Wouldn’t mind. Fluff? Wouldn’t mind that either!!! Angst? Would probably sob, but sure as hell wouldn’t mind that either!!!!!!!

Don’t gotta respond to this or go through with it, but I’ve always liked how feral and keeper price are due to feral being(I think?????) a little somewhat scared of Price, and im just overall interested and intrigued about how it would go and how it would be like if they ever had sex and any intimate moments, or if it would ever actually happen between the two or not (I damn hope it would..).

Tyt, thanks though whatever you do lmao. Not really much of a rush for this, though I’d love hearing what you might have to say/write for this little req thingy😭 Love the things you write!!!🫶

Hi, bean!!! Their relationship is always a fun challenge to write because it’s hard to pin down lol. But I’m pretty sure the last few (apart from that daddy post) has been angst between them, so let’s do some soft platonic intimacy.

Price is visiting again and you’re mad. Not at him, because he hasn’t actually done anything to you. And not at Simon because he warned you well in advance of Price’s arrival. You’re mad at yourself because you were fine all week until he walked in the door - and then that creeping instinct to run and hide reared up.

Youre forcing yourself not to this time, though you couldn’t help skittering across the room when he reached out. He just chuckled, gave you an amused look, and continued chatting with Simon.

He’s pretending not to see you creeping nearby. Your nervousness is manageable when he’s not looking directly at you. And when he is looking at you, you’re okay as long as there’s something between you two - furniture or Simon will do.

You’re making yourself sneak closer and closer, pausing and gauging with each step to see if he does anything. He’s got a bowl of pretzels that you’ve been eyeing, wondering if he’ll let you filch a couple while dinner is cooking.

Within touching distance now. He smells like cigars and nice cologne. You like it, dammit. Not as much as Simon’s scent…. but still good.

Just as you come too close for a quick retreat, his arm bends, a couple pretzels in hand, offering to you over his shoulder. You blink, hesitate a second.

“You want some?” he coos, tilting his head to watch from the corner of his eye. “Go on, little one.”

You pluck them carefully from his hand, sit back to safely eat them. He chuckles and leaves you be while you enjoy your treat. Simon is watching you with amusement from the other side of Price, a whiskey in hand.

When you’ve finished your pretzels, you consider. Check the wall clock. Still twenty minutes until dinner! No, no, you need a little more to hold you over.

You edge closer again, lean up carefully against Price’s back. He doesn’t even pause, adjusting to support your weight while keeping the conversation going. You brace and lean over his shoulder, reaching for the bowl of pretzels. He tugs them just that last inch to let your grabby hand get a few.

As you’re stuff one in your mouth, his other hand slowly comes up, telegraphing. He’s going to touch you. You hesitate, debate staying or going as you munch. Eventually his fingertips brush your cheek, then skim up into your hair to scratch gently. You lean into a bit until he hums and you catch his eye.

“See? Not so bad, wild thing.”

You twist, nip his arm, and then scramble over to Simon, who happily lets you clamber into his lap and steal a sip of whiskey to wash down the pretzels.

#asks #thoughts™️#cod #keeper/kept au #my writing #fanfiction #keeper ghost #reader fic #john price

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kiwawa · 5 months

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Cruel — scaramouche.

📏 angst scaramouche x f!reader ; modern au

notes; sometimes u had to make a character ooc to make the story working,ig.

i think im gonna open a taglist

plspspsl request i kinda want to know ur creative ideas,,,

(pt.1)

⎙﹒rules | masterlist

the next day,(name) came to school with a frown on her face — her eyes looks a bit red from her crying yesterday.unluckily, the first person to notice her red eyes were scaramouche.it confuses scaramouche.

(name) noticed his eyes looking at her and she immediately shot him a disgusted look before sitting somewhere else that's not scaramouche.it confuses him yet again.

did he do something wrong?

at lunch, scaramouche decided to confront (name) about it."(name),wait up!" he called out for her but she sped up her walking."dammit,just wait for me! what's wrong with you?!" scaramouche gritted his teeth.

with those words,(name) turned around."no, what's wrong with you? you could've just rejected me nicely instead of leaving me alone on the rooftop!" (name) snapped.

somehow, scaramouche had a confused look on his face — (name) were at the rooftop and he isn't even aware.infact,the letters weren't even sent to him.embarrassingly,(name) put the letter in the wrong locker.

"you were planning to confess to me,no?" scaramouche assumed as you nodded.

"well,i don't like you." scaramouche spoke with a bitter tone — he was so straightforward with it but (name) knew he is far from done with his words.

"see,this is why i don't like you.you were always quick to jump into conclusions and god, you're so damn sensitive.you can't even take a light joke.you probably thought i was getting softer on you,right? well,the truth is, i don't want to see your sobbing face crying for kazuha in his arms.i feel so bad for him because you're probably only there when you're mad at me,right?"

oh!

that was something...

well,at least you finally knew the truth — he doesn't get any softer on you,he's only pitying kazuha.(name)'s not going to blame him though.

"you know what,maybe it is time for us to stop being friend." he added,his words only stabbed (name) right to her heart and her vision were fast to be clouded by her tears.

"w-why? we had been friends for.. 4 years!" (name) tried to beg for him but her attempts were futile, scaramouche only ignored her,not sparing a last glance after he said those harsh words.

(name) doesn't know why she's upset — she only wants the best for scaramouche and he probably have friends that stayed with him longer than she did.so,why did she even bother to reach out for him?

rubbing her eyes from the overflowing tears, she had decided to let scaramouche be as long as he's happy.

after school,(name) left the school with no one to walk with since scaramouche left the school with someone else, probably childe and signora.

on the other hand, kazuha was met with the same fate as (name)'s. except he didn't lose a friend,he did lose some trust and gain some doubts though.

#genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin angst #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader

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ktchie · 6 months

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Jason/Ted has done something to majorly piss you off so a night of femdom/teasing/edging is needed to teach him a lesson 😈

'Just you'

Sub!Ted x Reader

Smut, Angst and Fluff

♡other tags: blow jobs, submissive!Ted Lasso, tooth rotting fluff, heart wrenching Angst, porn with a light plot.

♤2.5k wordw

◇Ted made you jealous, a little punishment wouldn't hurt would it?

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"Youre not crying are you, darling?" You asked mockingly, cruelly, and chuckling when Ted shook his head quickly - eyes closed and jaw clenched.

You gripped his cock in your palm, wet and loud with each movement. He shudders and writh under your hold, gasping with heaving chest and sweaty throat.

"P-please!" He cried, looking at you before falling back down again on the bed, mouth agape. "L-let me cu-cum! I'm..im-fuck!"

You chuckled once again, twisting your hand onto the head, stimulating the nerve under the tip of his cock - it made him moaned louder, messier, made his toes curl and eyes rolled back. "Youre adorable, you really think I would let you?"

"Oh please.." he begged weakly, lips almost trembling and he never look more beautiful. "H-honey please, i-im sorry-mgh shit!- please!" His thighs shook and his stomach tighten, his moaning got louder, whimpering pathetically at every second.

His cock was soak with his own precum, wet with every pump. It made your mouth water but the fury inside your chest burn much deeper.

You grin before you removed your hand off his leaking cock, watching amusely as he sob.

"D-darlin" he whined, back arching - chasing the feeling of pleasure that had been cruelly yank from him. "Please..please.."

He looked at you with big eyes, wet with tears, pathethic and saddening.

He reached for you but you did not let him get closed, he whimpered lowly - hurt.

"Please honey? Can you..can you.." he bit his lip, he didn't even know what to ask, what to say, he wanted so many things from you, whether it be a kiss, a hug or a touch on his throbbing cock. He wanted it all and yet his tounge lay motionless on the roof of his mouth.

"Can I what?" You titled your head, watching as his throat bob and his eyes beg.

"..Kiss?" He settled with one word, doing his best to show you that he's desperate for it. "Please? I-ill be..ill be good for ya'"

"Ah yes, you will wouldn't you? Told me that earlier before you went off to talk to some woman and make me jealous"

Ted frowned and for a second you thought he's going to sob again. "I-i was- I was being a fool, I wanted to make you jealous cause i thought it would be fun but i- I was wrong"

"Of course you would say that, I mean look at you" you gestured to himself. "Laying on my bed with your cock red and leaking, pathetic"

Ted shook his head "you don't have to touch it anymore, love. You can just- can just leave me 'ere, but please don't be mad, please I was- i was a dumbass. I just wanted to-" he swallowed, his eyes suddenly not meeting your own.

"Just wanted to see how..how important i was to you and it was-it was dumb and I shouldn't have went to her but it just-i dont know, I just wanted to see.. I shouldn't have than that"

And God fucking dammit how can you be angry at him more?

"I wouldn't do it again, promise" he looked up to you then, big eyes so earnest and so hopeful and it does things to a woman like you.

"Ya dont hav'ta touch me anymore..I don't.. I don't care about it, you can just play with me and not let me finish and ill be okay but just..honey, please..dont be mad at me" he reach for your hand, the one you had used earlier to grip his throat. He pulled it slowly to his cheeks and press a kiss on the palm, all while looking at you like you hold the key to end his suffering. "Im sorry, please."

You clenched your jaw and lightly cursed, you can't fucking believe this, Ted literally have you dancing on his hand, you think you would burn the whole world if he ask this nicely.

"Youre killing me, sweetheart" you sealed your words with a passionate kiss on his wet mouth, hand now gripping his hair and pulling it. Groaning when he shudder underneath you. "You're a pain the ass, you know that? I couldn't even be mad at you properly without wanting to tell you how much I love you"

Ted, sweet sweet Ted, grinned so big, cheeks flushing red with your words as if he wasn't naked underneath you with his cock poking your ass. "I love you too"

"Dumbass" you leaned into him again, kiss him like you would never had a chance again, you captured every breath with your own mouth, swallowing anything he can offer and taking anything he can give. You lick his tounge, suck it and bit his lip. You groaned when he groaned and moaned when he moaned. He's getting needy now, humping you lightly, thighs almost trembling.

"Want to cum?" You asked lowly on his lips and Ted slowly opened his eyes, staring at you silently.

"Speak, baby." You peck his neck "Come on, tell me"

He moaned and gripped your hips tightly "d-dont know, up to ya'"

You chuckled "so if I say I don't want to and get up, you're not gonna be pissy all afternoon?"

"No" he answered quickly, the hands on your hips now settling on your back and pushing you slowly into him, embracing you with a sigh.

"Told ya', i dont care 'bout it anymore, I just want you to forgive me" he buried his face into your neck and sniff a little, it broke your heart, shattered it into a million pieces

"I thought you're gonna leave me" he whispered so lowly you almost thought it was nothing but a passing wind but once the words settled in your brain you feel like crying too.

"Oh honey.." you gripped him tight and you kinda want to hit your head on the wall for even doing this, for yelling at him, of course Ted would cry, would be so emotional, many people had left him before, many of those are the people he had never thought would leave him without looking back. He would still woke up at night with a cry of his father's name on his mouth and would still wonder how he can never be enough. You hate yourself a little more..

"Gosh, when you-when you ask to go home earlier I thought you're gonna leave me, that once we got back to the flat you'll pack up and leave" he sniff once again and you feel a little wetness on your neck.

"That you-that you would leave me and..I-i was so nervous because I couldn't loose ya', i-i just couldn't, I was prepared to do anythin' y'know? Beg on my knees or-or anythin' just to make you stay.." he gripped you more tighter, pulling you more closer, you thread your fingers into his hair and peck him on the side of his head. "I couldn't loose ya' y/n, I wouldn't.. I wouldn't know what to do"

"Shhh" you lightly pulled away and cradle his face in your palm, you wiped the tears that shed on his cheeks and kiss his forehead lightly. "Im not going to leave you, I would never, I love you so much okay? I'm sorry"

"No you don't gotta apologis-"

"No, I'm sorry" you caressed his cheeks, staring at him heatedly. "I shouldn't have..fuck, I shouldn't have done this, shouldn't have yell at you. I wish we just talk and did not let my frustration got the better of me-"

"'S okay, I understand why you're upset"

"Yes, but I should have still thought about what you would feel before I yell at you or, christ, push you in the bed and..y'know"

He smiled then and even with tears on his face it was still as pretty as ever. "'S okay, I like it"

You grinned at him and peck his nose. "Im sorry"

"Im sorry too"

You both kissed again, slower this time. Filled with love and adoration and promises that left unsaid. You sighed into his mouth before you went and kiss his neck, he shudder lightly. "Stay still, yeah?"

"Okay" he nodded his head obediently.

"Good boy" he moaned loudly on that one, cock twitching.

"You like it when I say that hm?"

Ted nod, breath broken. His tummy moved heavily underneath your palm, your fingers lightly tracing the hair depicted on his belly button.

"My good boy" you place a kiss on his collar bone. "My best boy" you peck at his throat and Ted's breath hitched, and the grip on his bedsheets tighten before you met his eyes, dark and soft and so utterly fucked out. "My love.." you kissed the spot right where his heart lay and grinned when he shudders.

Your hands went to his hips before you went down slowly, placing kisses on every skin you can reach until you're face to face with his cock, fat and thick with a large vein underneath. It dribbles with slick, dripping on his tummy staining his skin and you hummed before you licked it, gracing the tip of his dick teasingly.

Ted moaned loudly, almost like a sob.

"You have the prettiest cock I've ever seen, sweetheart" you grinned when he blush, eyes half lided and mouth agape as he looked down on you. "Pretty fucking thing, sweet too" you licked it once again and you heard him gasp.

"P-please" he whimpered, hand on your arm gently. "I cant-i can't take it anymore, please can you..oh god"

He shook when you took him all the way, fat head hitting the back of your throat. His thighs trembled and his back arched, chest sweaty and mouth chasing his breath.

"O-oh fuck! ho-honey" he whined, closing his eyes tightly as you twirled your tounge on his cock, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth and to his heavy balls.

You pulled away with a slurp, breathing heavy before you pump his wet cock quickly.

"Nghhh!" He jerked when your thumb traced his slit, stomach tightening.

"Feels good?" You ask, mesmerized on the way he looks at the moment. Blury eyes wet and looking like there's no thought on his head. "Words, Ted"

"'S good" he had slurred, closing his eyes and pushing his nose sideways on the pillow. "So-so good"

You grinned, hand slithering its way on his nipples before you flick it lightly, watching him jerked and cried out. "You look so handsome getting fucked by me"

Ted nodded his head, agreeing.

"Just ya" he mummbled "just for ya"

"Yeah? You like being handsome for me?"

"Mhm hm" he nodded his head, hips thrusting to chase for your palm, mouth agape. "Love being handsome f'you, haa fuck~" he whined when touch his heavy balls, playing with it as he shudders and shudders and a tear fell down on his eyes.

"Even with tears in your eyes you look good" you stated, pecking his cheeks before you went down once again, blowing a wind on his aching cock before you took it whole in your mouth.

Ted chocked out and arch his back, pushing it further into your warm mouth. "Ha~ oh plea-please!""

You hummed on his cock, bobbing your head up and down, nails digging on his thighs.

"Takin' me so deep, oh god h-honey" he threw his head back and groaned, exposing his throat. He briefly thrusted up, making you gag. Your eyes rolled back, you can feel your own wetness on your pants.

" 'm close, 'm close" he keeps repeating, you reach for his hand and place it at the back of your head. Encouraging him to use you like a toy, fuck your mouth like he owns it and make a mess on your throat. "I-i dont know, i- fuck!- don' wanna hurt ya-"

You rolled your eyes before pushing your head further into his cock, swallowing it and licking its length. As if saying you can handle it and Ted had actually nodded, eyes blazing with fire.

He put both of his palm on each of your cheeks, lifting your head lightly before he started thrusting up quickly, hitting the back of your throat over and over and over again mercilessly, even when drool drips and you lightly choke.

"F-fuck, ya look so fuckin' pretty" his words were so filthy but he had whined it, as if he couldn't take it. "S-so pretty with my cock in yer mouth, mhmm" he let go off one of your cheek and took a hold of your hair. " 'm gonna fuck it good, yeah?" He thrusted rather harshly "Thats what ya wa-want ain't that right?" He grinned, lazy and fucked out.

He cried out, closing his eyes before he used the grip in your hair to rapidly moved you up and down on his throbbing cock.

"Oh god" He let go of you lightly to help you breath but not even a word in youre back again on his dick, choking on it like you're meant to do so.

You're soaking at this point, your stomach tingling and your head mushy.

"F-feel so good" he had sobbed

"Feel So warm" he had followed, his pace slowing down. Dragging your own head onto his cock in a phase that you could savour his own slick before it can even drip down.

You moaned lowly before pulling his cock off your mouth, Ted whined once again before you went to his lips and kiss him, slowly, adoringly, as if pouring your own heart into it.

Your hand reach for his cock, hard and thick that you couldn't even properly grasped it.

"Mhmm" he moaned in to your mouth before you pulled away, pushing his face in your neck as you stroke him.

" 'm 'bout too, m 'bou too, o-oh god" he whimpered, pushing his face further and holding onto you for dear life.

"Let go for me" you replied, breath hot on his ears. "Be a good boy and cum on my hand"

Ted nod his head, moaning and shuddering. He grips your hips, humping your hand.

"H-honey" he whined, breath warmth and broken.

"I know" you cooed, your hand going faster. "Feels good yeah?" You pecked his shoulder

"My good boy..I love you"

He cried out on that one, going rigid as he spilled onto your hand with a loud moan followed by a whine and a sob. He trembled and his cum seems to not stop, it was warm and thick and he gripped on you tight as if you would slipped away.

"There we go, there's my good boy" you cooed at him, pulling away lightly to kiss his neck and cheeks. "My beautiful boy, you look so good"

"T-too much" he whispered, getting away from your still pumping hand and you chuckled before you pulled it away. Wiping his cam with a rag you keep on the bedside all while staring at him heave and blush from the orgasm.

"You okay?"

He nodded his head, half lided eyes open to look at you.

"Feels amazin', like I'm floating"

"Yeah?" You grinned and peck his lips, he chased for it as you pulled away. "Lets get you clean up, then dinner okay?"

Ted nod his head, smiling like he was under some drug.

"M'kay, love you. Just you"

You grinned so big you think your whole face would tear apart.

"I love you too, darling. Just you"

#ted lasso #jason sudeikis #ted lasso x reader #fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso smut #sub ted lasso #inbox

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racfoam · 11 months

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AAAAA TINY HARRY ACTUALLY BEING RESCUED FROM THE DURSLEYS BY VOLDEMORT 😭😭😭 and she doesn’t like how thin her soulmate is bc she’s afraid he’s gone thru the same as her, so she shoves extra servings at him and doesn’t take no for an answer. Tiny baby Harry threatening him w a spoon if he doesn’t finish his seconds…. 🥰

Also, I’ve had an idea as to how he can get to her in this au…. One that won’t involve him gutting the Dursleys in front of her but still saving her all the same 👀

Essentially, my first thought looking back on HP recently was, “they lock him under the cupboard from the OUTSIDE?! What if there’s a fire?” AND BASICALLY THAT COULD BE EXACTLY EHAT HAPPENS. The Dursleys go out for a nice family dinner or business function or something and leave poor Harriet locked in her cupboard as a punishment for something or another. Petunia left the oven on with the goodies she forgot to take out, and the house catches fire… they don’t realize what they’ve done until they come home to a smoldering ruin that used to be number 4 privet drive, and as they don’t find their tiny niece in the wreckage they naturally assume the worst 😔

Meanwhile, Voldy felt Harry’s terror at the near death experience, and broke through the blood wards to save her. He doesn’t even know his soulmate is Harry Potter yet, he just loved her so much already that it negated the blood wards 💖

DAMMIT. AND NOW I WANNA WRITE THIS TOO, ON TOP OF THE SNAPE ONESHOT IM ALREADY HALFWAY THROUGH 🤣🤦‍♀️

This is amaaaazing. Oh, this can definitely be how it all happens. Voldemort pulling Harry out of the cupboard and Harry clinging to him...

The image of Voldemort surrounded by walls on fire as Harry stares up at him from her cupboard...

Voldemort disapparates and immediately vanishes the smoke from Harry's lungs so Harry can breathe... Voldemort clutching Harry tight and Harry clutching him back...

GOD, I NEED TO WRITE THIS, I GOTTA, I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED TO WRITE THIS.

#asks

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hartmannyoukaigirl · 8 months

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alright. so. for reasons even i dont know about i have finished watching.... danny phantom. for the first time. in 2023. yeah

thoughts below

im not kidding when i say 'for the first time' lol i actually watched a couple of episodes but i unfortunately missed it due to being a zoomer. however i do remember thinking that this was.. really cool. like the premise is really cool and so this is a no-nostalgia watch

ahem.

season 1 was fun but season 2 was something else. its overall a mix of average to above average to Actually amazing episodes with the exception of season 3 which ... ?? ??? ?? ? ? i am going to pretend that wasn't a thing because unfortunately i really did like season 2

season 2 was extremely fun and had really interesting episodes. vlad was the best character in all of the show tbh and the ultimate enemy episodes were ??!!!?!!?!!?!!?! HELLO? ?? ?! SO GOOD. THEY HAD NO RIGHT BEING THAT GOOD. Season 2 overall had a bunch of episodes that had no right being as enjoyable as they were. I loved the 'what-if' episodes and the darker story in the ultimate enemy because i had indeed thought what if Vlad won or if took danny in. Have i mentioned how vlad's the best character? because he is. I usually don't like main villians or main protagnists but the vlad and danny episodes were definitely the best. Vlad is such a creep with weird predator groomer written all over him and yknow what? he did it right.

I really love the premise of the show and i wish it had been darker. and personal bias moment but if this exact premise was given to a mangaka or an anime studio it would've been an absolutely perfect 10/10 show. DP was really nice for what it was but godd it made me itch for darker content of everything, i mean, thats the starting tone! dude half died! ghosts are dead humans!! why not go all out? why the tease??? i loved the ghost zone and the entire ghost community thing and wish that it was... More. again, go all out with the premise!! damn restrictions for a below 13 yo show.

season 3 and the finale left a really sour taste in my mouth. yasterday while watching season 2 i was beyond impressed with everything but now i am... disappointed and annoyed. and i didnt even watch it fully for this exact reason, i watched like 80% of the finale but just got so bored i skipped around... sighs.

the characters were annoying at the start of the show but they actually became.. better, perfect even in season 2 then became stale in season 3. sighs. ive read on reddit that apparently this is a really common complaint so alas i'm sure there's a rant from 2011 that perfectly captures everything wrong with season 3 better than i could. it still sucks though

all in all, its definitely unforgettable. even just knowing the premise and opening of the show made it stick around in my brain despite never having seen the show. i love horror honestly. god i wish the show was darker and edgier, dammit. it was so close to perfection ... but then again, the characters are mostly eeeeeeeeeeh and danny is... a teen. i guess. i hate simp characters. tucker was annoying and sam was annoying at the start but she ngl has alot of nice moments but, again, i hate simp characters.

all in all (2) i want to watch an anime now. i feel the exact same way i felt when i decided to ditch cartoons and watch exclusively anime ngl. now im itching for edge and pain and murder and gore and blood done by NOT cowards. but the show was really fun...

when compared with other cartoons ive watched it... may be better than avatar and gravity falls and so on. it has it's charm!

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sri-rachaa · 2 years

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Sam and Lovely sibling HC fluff, Sick edition

Lovely being down with an awful bout of a stomach bug while Vincents out, not knowing who else to text in the wee hours of the morning besides their, conveniently nocturnal, older brother.

tw: references to throwing up

‘🐥: hey sammy, you have healing background. what do you do for nausea and uh…yknow. that gross thing that follows nausea’

Well that’s a text to wake up too.

Sam grabbed his phone in the midst of his half-asleep state, the deep big brother instinct sending a small shock of adrenaline through his system-

‘Are you alright?!’

‘🐥: yeah, I’m just a lil sick, no worries :) just uh…what should I do here’

Sam scoffed. His sibling and their tendency to horribly under dramatize, well, anything.

‘I’m coming over.’

‘🐥: no really it’s ok you don’t have too! I can handle it!!’’

‘Im sure you can, I’m still coming over’

‘🐥 is typing…’

Sam didn’t let them finish their last text. He knows how they are, they would rather sit in their own suffering then ask anyone to help them give some relief- almost like it’s rude to even ask.

He hates it. He understands it, but god does he hate it.

He quickly got out of bed and threw the closest clothes he had on, grabbing the Chevy keys off the key ring and walking out the door.

Lovely groaned.

Currently, they were sitting against their bed frame hunched over in balled up position clutching their stomach. This was a nice setting change for them from the last two hours, where they were stuck in the bathroom with their head hovering over the toilet bowl. Squirming as their nausea shifted, In their head they went over everything they did and ate in the last two days- trying to figure out what threw their whole body into a purge;

The sound of the door opening throwing them out of their montage.

Sam

They groaned again. They didn’t want to sound needy, they hate sounding needy, but there was undeniably a large part of them that was flooded with relief with the thought of him being here.

Between the sound of the door closing, keys hitting the counter, and a millisecond *Fwosh-!* he was crouching over their bedside.

“Damn, Missy…you look awful.” Their older brother said, moving the sweat drenched hair strands out of their pale face.

“Thanks, Sammy, but it really ain’t that ba-“

“Hush. Don’t you start.”

Dammit.

“Sam, Really I swear it’s not- woah god-” Another wave of nausea paused their empty defense, Lovely frantically throwing the covers off about to take off into the bathroom for what felt like the hundredth time tonight-

Stopping when they suddenly felt a hand hold them down from their stomach.

“Sam-“They clawed at him, “Stop- im gonna get sick”

“Hold on.”

“Samuel I’m not fucking with you let g-”

A wave of relief washed over them, all nausea wiping away to nothing.

Lovely steadied themselves.

“…wha-“

They looked down to Sam’s hand still resting on their lower abdomen, the light blue iridescent glow surrounding his hand.

Healing magic.

“Feel better?”

They nodded, weakly leaning back into the pillow behind them.

Lovely silently sat in that position for a moment or two, bathing in the feeling of normal again, until a realization hit them-

“Wait, Sam, hold on- that’s too much magic- you could pass out-“

He finished the magic before they could even finish their statement, slightly wobbling and wincing after leaning back up.

Yeah, It took it out of him alright. He buckled under his own weight, leaning back forward-

Lovely grabbed his arm before he could lose his balance- pulling him onto the bed and helping lay him down, Sam’s breath hitching as he hit the mattress.

Good news? He’s still conscious, at least.

Lovely flicked him on the forehead.

“Ow, th’ hell was that for?”

“Why’d you do that.”

“Do what? Help you feel better-“

“And damn near make yourself pass out doing it!! If I knew you would’ve done that, I wouldn’t texted you in the first place-“

“Missy.”

“I mean, it was a little nausea, I could’ve handled it myself-“

“Missy.”

“I mean seriously Sam, why would you-“

Sam grabbed their arm and shoved them into the bed, pulling them into a pseudo hug- cutting off their worried tangent.

Lovely let out a disapproving groan into his shoulder, where they were being held down into.

“If I couldn’t’ve handled it,” Sam started, “Then I wouldn’t’ve done it in the first place. Plus, I’m not gonna sit here and watch as your hunched over feelin like shit.”

Lovely pushed to get up and retort, Sam pushing them back down.

“No. Just stay down n’ hush. I love you, Missy. You’re my baby sibling, and as much as you hate it, I’m gonna help you- no matter what.”

Lovely fell silent.

They laid there for almost a couple of minutes before Sam called it safe to take his hand off of their head, Lovey barely adjusting to just lay the side of their face onto his shoulder.

“…..thank you, Sammy.” They mumbled, “I love you too.”

#rae attempting to write the musical the series #btw lovelys name is sams phone is just ‘🐥’#because he’s nickname for them when they were a baby was ‘lil ducklin’#:))#redacted asmr #southern siblings au #redacted audio

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blackpink · 1 year

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I mean this as nicely as possible, but I just entered my 20s. And seeing your blog lament about how “”old”” you are when you’re only 27 really makes me upset lol. I don’t want to dread aging and I hate seeing my peers freak out about not being teens anymore when we’re still in our youth. But everyone is so obsessed with acting like they’re practically ancient these days and it’s just…is that supposed to make people feel good??? It’s like an actual virus because I didn’t dread anything until people around me (MOSTLY ONLINE TOO) started crying about it. I never thought about it. I actually wanted to grow up and start adulthood. Sorry for rant but I had to get this off my chest. My brain’s prefrontal cortex isn’t even done DEVELOPING dammit!!!

wait what... when did i say 27 is old? i think the tumblr demographic is much younger but other than that im not sure what this is about... im happy abt my age and i wouldnt go back in time or feel bad about being in my late 20s at all. im so confused actually...

EDIT: LMAO OK i know what this is about.. my bio. girl... it's a joke.... "i'm an old woman and tumblr is my porch" is a post i once saw on here and its literally a joke about how old ppl usually sit on their porch and watch other ppl which is exactly what all of us (regardless of their age) are doing on tumblr dot com. geez

#answered

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thespacelizard · 1 year

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im a simple man, i see a hot drow i black out

rizeth 👃💌, shen 👙, zeth'rinn 🔥

same, bestie

Rizeth:

👃 : Does your OC smell good? Do they have a signature scent?

oh this is a tough one. im bad at smells. in my mind, Rizeth very very very rarely puts any actual like. scent/cologne on. very special occasions for that, and it would probably be something subtle, kinda warm/woodsy almost. the kind of scent that’s expensive but not elaborate, something with undertones.

that being said—Ashenivir definitely thinks he smells very very good, with that sweat and subtle person smell that everyone has. and if you asked him he would completely deny having any opinion on how Rizeth smells because haha what no i don’t. have thoughts. on that. what?

💌 : How would they plan a romantic evening for a significant other?

Rizeth is an overthinker, we know this. So he would spend like a full tenday figuring out what to do, when to do it, how to do it.

Especially because this is Ashenivir, and if this is like, early in The Romance Portion of their relationship, he cannot fuck this up. There is a romantic dinner (probably at his house, so he can indulge in Domming The Boy without witnesses). There are candles. There is a lot of foreplay. Like. A lot.

and after he’s done fucking Ashenivir into insensibility, there will be A Fancy Bath (with more candles), and hair stroking, and reading of arcane theory until Ashenivir either gets impatient and brats at him, or just falls asleep.

listen he always wants to make Shen feel special, and wanted, and prove he’s a good partner (to himself as much as Ashenivir lbr). He’s such a secret romantic, i truly believe this. well. less secret and more ‘i am suppressing all my romantic inclinations for a variety of reasons no i will not be taking questions at this time get out of my house’

Ashenivir:

👙 : What kind of underwear do they use? Is it pretty or functional?

listen, other fandoms have hand wavy science and hand wavy finances. obedience has hand wavy underwear. it’s like. generic fantasy video game underwear, it’s not relevant to the plot. so it’s functional. nice, but functional.

HOWEVER. if we were to apply Real World underwear, i am of the thought that he would be a humble boxer-brief kind of guy. so again, functional. much as i want to put that boy in lingerie, he has some Issues to Work Through before that’s possible.

(god, entirely sidetracked, but i think Rizeth might go feral if Shen showed up to a scene in some kinda stocking-and-garter deal. there would be nothing LEFT of that ensemble by the end of the night. OR FISHNETS. HOLY. Rizeth would eat him alive)

(…now i have a burning need to draw stockings!Shen. can we survive such an image? good grief.)

Zeth’rinn:

🔥 : What’s a surefire way to make your OC get flustered?

THIS IS THE BEST ONE FOR ZETH’RINN. because okay. okay. he’s Jarlaxle’s kid, and he is trying so hard to be the coolest, suavest motherfucker in the Underdark but he is tragically not quite there yet. it is so easy to fluster him by simply flirting back.

He’s like ‘oh god i didn’t think i’d get this far help’. Just tell him he’s pretty or ask if he comes here often and he loses all ability to speak. he was doing so well until you did that, gods dammit, now he has to start all over.

related, he is extremely susceptible to dirty talk. whisper something filthy in his ear and see what colour he turns.

#obedience fic blogging #thank you once again for your committment to letting me blorbo-post to my hearts content #i spent my train ride home writing this i had a good time

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randomsmilingpotatoes · 1 year

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2 x 04 commentary

- dammit Henry I thought you were a good friend!!!!

- ugh not people judging felice:/ she doesn’t deserve this:(

- okay there are a lot of characters shooting things this season. this isn’t looking good

- when will sara and august STOP getting shit they want

- hahah I love this friend group of girls

- okay this valentines thing sounds like it’ll get real messy real fast ahaha

- not a repeat of the table scene but about felice😭

- they all just watched Simon walk out and didn’t even comment on it? it’s like they all forgot or disregard that relationship

- awe simon:( stop using Marcus thooo

- yeah felice has a lot going on

- okay wille and Simon being in the same PE class is Not. A good idea😂

- wille’s right that is hypocritical. honestly this is not scenes I expected to be watching but it’s great aha

- “at least he’s open about liking me” :(

- WILHELM. “You’re the one who can’t accept my role” that’s DIFFERENT. DIFFERENT SITUATION.

- “no, maybe I can’t” yeah:/ I love how much this show is delving into not only the class divide but the two different worlds and the reality they’re facing Bc of it

- oh my fucking god. thank god felice is calling him out here , he is actually being so fucking selfish it’s hard to watch

- YAY. DEVELOPMENT!!!! thank you wille that was really nice🥹 now we can go back to scheduled programming with their friendship, hopefully.

- “I have to let him go.” honestly, for now, yeah:(

- also felice looks so beautiful someone please fall in love with her for real:(

- omg nils!! legend. this is someone wille needed to talk to

- okay that was interesting. from that perspective you can see why they find it easier to stick to their circle . but you wonder where it stops

- hmmm the way she’s looking at her reading those letters makes me think it wasn’t just making out with your friend at a party 👀

- how dare august stand butt naked at the open window like that. he deserves someone to capture him in revenge

- august and Sara going to the ball together?? goodbye felice and Sara friendship

- okay Stella and frederika was not a ship I expected but I did need it😭

- omg FINALLY sara choosing her friends over august. I kinda wish she did go with him tho bc I want felice to know about them

- awe come ON how did Marcus pull through like that😭 man’s too perfect for him surely something’s gonna happen between them like come on💀

- WHAT ARE THEIR NAMES😭😭

- THEY DONT HAVE NAMES. bc he doesn’t want to repeat last time with wille or bc Marcus isn’t important for that??

- YESSS it was stellaaaa

- “I’d rather be secretly in love than be her ex that she hates” valid. I think wille would’ve rathered that too😭

- Simon purposely making wille jealous huh?

- “I have to be okay” gooddd im proud!! now have fun with your friendsss

- watching this with the costumes but modern party is so jarring hahah

- Simon stop using this damn man

- omg august told Alexander. tbh I was waiting for the consequences of that to fall through

- wille that was so random but I’m glad he was so nice

- THANK YOU WILLE. that was what we needed you to say!! except Simon clearly does still have feelings AHH

- honestly did not expect august to care that Sara stood him up but that’s an interesting turn. Comparing to wille and Simon tho?? I’m a bit confused how their situation is similar unless she means that they couldn’t stay together after felice knows but it’s not the same thing bc it’s bc she and august have done shit things

- Simon going to find willeee. I feel bad for Marcus tho ngl💀

- SIMON don’t miss your big performance!! no!!! not for wille not for anyone!!

- “I’m just trying to move on” so you chase your ex outside after he acknowledged that. right🤨

- OH MY GOD. And I’m so glad Simon was the one to initiate it😭😭

- I want them together but this is the wrong time😭😭

- okay he’s not missing the choir thank god. YOURE NOT SINGLE RN THO SIMON

- WILLE I would be smiling too that was a perfect kiss😭

- smiling while singing to him😭 especially when the song is about him too😭

- the song from the trailer😭

Okay this is making me emotional. I’m glad this didn’t happen until wille started to view the situation maturely though as I’d be lying if I said he deserved it in previous episodes, but I think they’re able to work it out surely their connection is unmatched, especially if he’s gonna kiss wille even when he’s in that wig💀😭

I’m not a fan of cheating storyline’s so I hope Simon does actually break up with Marcus after that.

But omg what a game changer episode!!

#young royals #yr s2

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rpplwtrshn · 10 days

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Finding the Words (Without Words)

I don’t even know where to begin honestly

Or how to express my inner turmoils

Every time something triggers this part of me

I just fall apart and can’t control myself

Thoughts running wild and free

Tears moving down my face in steady streams

A heavy weight crushing down on my chest

While the combination of hunger and disgust meld in my stomach

And these triggers have no name

No form, origin, demeanor, or shape

They take whatever guise and size they please

And yet still leave the same impact all the same

And most of the time I find when I’m lost in my own fucked up mind

That it’s when it’s something that shatters my worldview

My expectations, my pace, my comfort, or my confidence

Glass shattering: raining down on my unending cacophony

Making me realize that my paradigm of a lense I fashioned into glasses, was nothing more than an alternate reality put up on liquid crystal display

And it happens every time

Every fucking goddamn time

Maybe my old supervisor was right

Maybe so many people I’ve met have always been right

That I’m just too nice of a person

Too nice? Too nice?!

“How is too nice a thing?” I’d use to believe

But I’m slowly starting to believe that myself

That being selfless and empathetic has its drawbacks

And I’m fucking tired of trying to fire this bow

Maybe if someone had shown me how to avoid pulling a muscle on the drawback

Or how to avoid hitting my arm when I release the string

Maybe I’d be a better bowman; a better person; a better me

Maybe it’d prevent me from getting so burnt out that I shut down and shut others out

Maybe it’d prevent me from getting hurt over what, logically, are mild inconveniences

Maybe I could learn which targets to avoid and which to take aim at

It’s a fucked up metaphor, isn’t it? Comparing giving others kindness and love to shooting a bow

But that’s just where my head is at right now

Years of selflessness is making me selfish

Years of feeling like everyone was deserving of love is making me feel like I’m undeserving of any

Years of thinking that I’m just as capable of loving others unconditionally as the savior I claim to serve and love has left me in a cold and increasingly bitter place

It’s left me feeling guilty for thinking of even putting my own desires first and taking care of myself

And makes me walk a fence between self care and self loathing

And formed within me a hero complex

Because if they’re happy, then I’m happy right?

If their needs are being met, then job well done right?

Right?! RIGHT?! PLEASE SOMEONE SAY IM RIGHT?

I don’t want to be right I just don’t want to accept this

I don’t want to show others that they were right

That I was too nice

Especially after I found someone who likes me because I’m nice

I’m gentle, I’m patient, I’m thoughtful

If nice guys finish last then why does she like me?

Why do my friends like me for who I am?

Why does my family love me for who I am?

God why do you love me for who I am?

HOW CAN PEOPLE LOVE ME WHEN I CAN’T LOVE MYSELF?!

I just want to exist

I just want to disappear

I just want to do this on my own

But I can’t; and I know it

And I never want to see any of them sad

Or disappointed; or heartbroken

I never want to stop loving or giving my heart wholly

Because god fucking dammit, I truly want to feel loved

But I somehow can’t seem to find a way to accept it

And that’s why I’ll always love others

That’s why I’ll always be nice

Because I never want anyone to be me

And I never want anyone to feel the same

#poetry #spoken word #spoken poetry #writing #mental health #processing #healing

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Vriska Serket, Meenah Peixes

Act 6, page 7841-7843

VRISKA: Ok! That little point of 8usiness is done.

VRISKA: Thanks for 8earing with me. Executing this whole strategy has turned out to 8e a really am8itious project!

MEENAH: nice watch dealie

MEENAH: how much that worth

VRISKA: How much?

VRISKA: I have no idea. I guess it depends on a lot of things, like the units of currency, the presumption of an actual market for it, its scarcity... honestly I just alchemized the thing quite easily, and some8ody else pro8a8ly could too.

MEENAH: god dammit that answer was too complicated

MEENAH: got a fuckin professor of economics over here

VRISKA: Are you saying you want to 8uy my spider watch??

MEENAH: na serk

MEENAH: spider swag aint my kettle of fish

VRISKA: I didn't think so!

VRISKA: Anyway, like I was saying, that takes care of that.

VRISKA: At this point I think we could use a de8riefing. Would you care to do the honors?

MEENAH: wat

VRISKA: Regarding the mission you were previously involved with, which I can only presume gradually fizzled out.

VRISKA: Securing this weapon, searching for a lost cheru8, and raising an army to defeat Lord English?

MEENAH: ooh right

MEENAH: man

MEENAH: T)(AT old thing

MEENAH: yeah i can debrief

MEENAH: i aint much a storyteller tho

MEENAH: much to the lament of my former bestie

VRISKA: That's fine!

VRISKA: I don't need you to dazzle me here.

VRISKA: I just want the fucking scoop.

MEENAH: thats why youre the top serk 38)

MEENAH: ...

MEENAH: .........

MEENAH: hey

VRISKA: What?

MEENAH: can i ask a kinda personal question

MEENAH: i mean not even that personal but whatev

VRISKA: Sure...?

MEENAH: how old are you

VRISKA: Uh,

VRISKA: Almost seven and a half sweeps.

VRISKA: Getting close to eight!!!!!!!!

VRISKA: I pro8a8ly sound like a fucking nerd, 8ut I've 8een excited a8out reaching that milestone pretty much my whole life.

MEENAH: 7.5 huh

MEENAH: i guess thats a lil more respectable

VRISKA: More respecta8le than what?

MEENAH: nofin

MEENAH: change of subject

MEENAH: that old ass mission...

MEENAH: so yeah we all piled in a damn pirate ship and sailed around the ring in this huge circle

MEENAH: english followed us and wrecked shit as he went

MEENAH: that helped us chart a path to the treasure somehow

MEENAH: like using black maps and junk

MEENAH: with like

MEENAH: cartographic calculations and scopes and fuckin sextants and whatnot

MEENAH: im not even sure how but that weird ass idea actually worked

MEENAH: we found the treasure

MEENAH: well YOU did

MEENAH: but you were also kinda goin nuts and driving everyone away from the crew

MEENAH: i stuck around though cause i didnt give a flying glub

MEENAH: aranea bailed though

MEENAH: she caught wind of that magic ring and i guess it got to her

MEENAH: the delusions of grandeur about being alive again and doing relevant shit

MEENAH: so she ollied out and stole it and made the most embarrassing mess of things i ever heard of anyone doin ever

MEENAH: she totally failed in whatever she was trying to do

MEENAH: got the ring ganked from her then died again

MEENAH: i never saw or heard from her ever since and tbh i dont really want to

MEENAH: that left just me and you

MEENAH: well OT)(-ER you

MEENAH: tryin to figure out what to do with this deadly box a treasure

MEENAH: basically we couldnt decide on anything

MEENAH: and were feelin pretty flat on the plan overall

MEENAH: so we just gave up and wandered off to do other shit for a while

MEENAH: and you... i mean she...

MEENAH: mellowed WAY the fuck out

MEENAH: which was actually sorta cool for a bit but also sorta...

MEENAH: k never mind that

MEENAH: we just kept bubble hopping for i dont even know how long

MEENAH: which got uh

MEENAH: reely boring after a while 38\

MEENAH: i never had the thump tortoise to tell her though

MEENAH: uh i mean until now

MEENAH: in fact i pretty much just forgot about the whole plan until you showed up

MEENAH: you made it sound pretty cool again so i was like

MEENAH: yeah im on board

MEENAH: and thats bassically the whole story

MEENAH: oh

MEENAH: yeah...

MEENAH: and that "lost cherub" part of the plan

MEENAH: afaik that was a bogus red distraction fish and she probably dont matter at all

MEENAH: guess thats everything

VRISKA: Good recap!

VRISKA: At least you 8oth had the presence of mind to hang on to the weapon.

VRISKA: Now it's up to us to use it.

VRISKA: What a8out this army though?

VRISKA: It still sounds like an important part of the plan to me.

VRISKA: Having just the two of us walk str8 up to Lord English, cold go88lefiend... that sounds like a recipe for disaster, weapon or no weapon.

VRISKA: An army of ghosts throwing everything they've got at him sounds like a gr8 strategy.

VRISKA: Like, a sort of 8uffer, giving us a little space to get ready to deploy the weapon when he seems vulnera8le.

MEENAH: yeah that makes sense

VRISKA: Do you think we pick that up where we left off?

MEENAH: man

MEENAH: dunno

MEENAH: that was one of the things that made us wonder if it was even worth bothering anymore

MEENAH: it was mostly this whole mind control stunt

MEENAH: apparently aranea was towing most of the load there???

MEENAH: then she peaced the hell out and got owned

VRISKA: I see.

VRISKA: Then yeah, this is going to 8e a little trickier than I thought.

VRISKA: Why don't we 8rainstorm on it for a while?

MEENAH: aight

#homestuck #vriska serket #meenah peixes #homestuck act 6 #page 7841 #page 7842 #page 7843 #homestuck act 6 act 6 #homestuck act 6 act 6 intermission 5

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highpriestess-stuff · 11 months

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omg i am just so close to losing it like first of all i so badly wanna just vent to ricky but like just something about burdening or l=unloading on someone doesnt sit right with me like last night i spent literally all night fuckin crying and crying because of what? because of fuckin life people wlak around just unleashing taking their anger out on others and im pver it like bitch i could do the fuckin same can i not give me a fucking chance piss me off and watch me go the fuck off on oyu like people i work with literally disgust they think their the only ones that have shit going on in their lives like god dammit just cause i can contain and control my self? bettter then u i dont walk around making other people feel like shit but fuckin come at me and i will swear to god i will show you wtf is up with me every single day its like endless its so fucking hard to just do this fuckin shit on ur own like these have no idea wtf i go through and they they can just treat me however they want? imagine if i did the fuckin same like i dont get any fuckin days off like do u even get how hard that is for me i havent worked this fuckin hard in my life im literally about to fuckin cry again and for what just to fuckin survive just because im an expensive person just because i wanna buy some nice this i wanna use money to fuckin elevate but i dont know it keeps fuckin disappearing i cant even eat the shit i want like i cant even fuck afford to go out ive never been so fuckin broke in my entire life who know i loved money this much who knew it was so fuckin important or my well being to be financially free and i dont wanna be that fuckin bitch to depend on others like how many times am i going to go crying to my family oh i dont have money i cant do this this is so fuckin hard like why start now? i dont want I WANNA BE AN INDEPENDANT WOMAN im fuckin crying again like that so i stive to be those are the bitches i look up to HOW THE FUCK DOES KIM K DO IT how do this single moms do it holy shit i have sooooooooooooooooo much fuckin respect for them if i didnt before well damn i do now yall are super heroes and to think to imagine that i couldve done the same i was fuckin insane bro this shit is so hard i thought i was so stong and tough fuck no these women are stong they are definition of stength because this is not fun anymore doing shit on ur own is not fun its fuckin overwhelming is fucking tiring its fucking foggy ur just living everyday like on repeat just fucking struggling to make ends meet and i swear it was not this hard before i even stopped my dogs dog walking cause i was running out of money and now im like pretty there and thats the biggest issue in my life like when i stress i fuckin streessssss and i hate it so much who knew money was so fuckin important to me like being abundant is literally the true source to my happiness & think theres people out there that have money and arent even happy ? is fuckin crazy to me because i got it all and no money and i am not fuckin happy and ive been in place where ive had nothing but got money in the bank for anything & i was still fuckin happy bro like each to their own but for me personally i need the money bro straight up thats something new i just learned about myself so freeing to learn who i am i need money!!!!! i want money!!!! i must have money I FUCKING LOVEEEE MONEY PERIOD

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