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#just funny in their own way and it's one of the most desirable qualities in a person don't you know

shadesoflsk · 4 months

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LOVE YOU, SANTA!

pairing: re2 leon kennedy x fem reader.

summary: You were feeling a little bit depressed since this was your first Christmas away from your family. Thank God your best friend was there to comfort you.

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, smut, best friend Leon, p in v, soft sex, unprotected sex, (don't be like them) praise words, both Leon and reader are quite inexperienced, confessions, two dorks in love, Leon dresses up as santa, just Leon being silly.

word count: 6.2k

minors do not interact, please.

You weren’t feeling the Christmas season.

You’ve always been family orientated. Christmas for you was the perfect excuse to connect with long lost relatives and of course spend quality time with your loved ones. Video calls and interminably lengthy texts didn’t fulfill your desire to be surrounded with your family.

The Christmas lights illuminated your features as you stared at your own tree with teary eyes. Alone, in your living room, you thought about the amazing time you would be having if luck was on your side.

Weeks prior, you had bought a plane ticket ready to fly and visit your family. You had already prepared everything. Gifts? Checked. Souvenirs? Checked. Tons of stories about your university life? Double checked.

But you couldn’t have prevented the fact that your flight would get canceled at last minute. You were offered another one, airline policies or something among those lines. It was an understatement to say that you were mad, angry, and frustrated. It won’t be the same if you travel two days after Christmas. The holiday would be already over.

So, you did what anyone with rational thoughts would do. Drown yourself in sadness as you sank deeper into the couch. Your eyes traveled from your Christmas tree to your TV which was playing The Grinch, very fitting.

You checked your cell phone, and you were welcomed with countless pictures. Most of them were very family appropriate. “Far apart during this Holiday, but totally together in our hearts and minds. Merry Christmas!” Ok, your grandma had no need to remind you you were miles away. But you replied with a short phrase as well.

A sigh left your lips as you set aside your phone, trying to focus on the movie. You watched as the Grinch ripped the tablecloth off the table and none of the items fell from it. You once heard that Jim Carrey defied the laws of physics as the dishes and plates were supposed to fly off. Funny, you thought.

Your phone suddenly buzzed. With an annoying grunt you expected another call from a relative saying how much they were missing you. Yes, it fulfilled your heart knowing that you were expected at home, a family to come back to whenever life gets too rough. But right now, as much as you needed a hug, you didn’t want a reminder of your own solitude.

You grabbed your phone and saw the caller id. “Leon?” you murmured as you picked up the call.

Leon was your best friend, or at least you wanted to say that. You appreciate him as a friend since he is the sweetest guy ever. A gentleman through and through, holding the doors open for you, helping you with your housework whenever you needed and giving you a shoulder to cry on when life was too hard.

He was the epitome of being a best friend, right? However, the way your mind seems to wander to other places when he was close to you made you feel guilty. You thought he only saw you as a friend, nothing more yet you couldn't control your own mind and imagine him in more intimate settings.

Whenever he talks about his training at the Police Academy, how he tells you about every little thing that had happened to him back at the supermarket. Simple things like that make your heart do laps. The way his lips move and how his tongue would stick out from time to time led your brain to create the most romantic scenarios.

How would it be to kiss him? To feel his lips locked with yours in a heated but meaningful exchange of love? Dear God how you wanted that and at the same time you wanted to slap yourself.

Guilt ran deep down in your system when you thought of him like that. Your friendship with him mattered more than anything but the heart wants what it wants, as dramatic as it sounded.

You responded, bringing your phone to your ear.

“Hey Leon.” Nonchalantly as always, you didn't expect Leon to call you, especially when you knew he didn't exactly celebrate this holiday. He has a family, he was just not as close as you're with yours.

“Hi, how are you?” Now that's weird, the conversation seemed so uptight, too rigid. Not like every other call you have with him. His voice tone also changed, curiosity filled your mind as you tried to search the meaning behind his call.

“I'll be honest… not too well. You know I was supposed to fly a few days ago? Well, my flight was canceled so here I am.” You explained to Leon the time-line of disasters you have faced.

“Yeah, Rebecca told me.” So that's why he called! Word has traveled until it reached Leon's ears and as attentive and sweet as he is, he couldn’t stay still and let his friend be alone on a day like this.

“So… are you at home right now?” Leon continued speaking, you could sense he was smiling at the moment, as he stretched that so. You know him too well to know that he's planning something.

“Yup… It's just me and The Grinch.” You laughed at your own statement and your eyes instinctively roamed over the TV that kept playing the movie.

“Am I allowed to be the third wheel?” He joked, you were used to his funny side or at least he tells you it's funny. You really did find him hilarious, but it was even funnier to pretend his jokes didn't phase you.

“I don’t know… Don’t you have plans for tonight?” You asked, playing mindlessly with a strand of hair that has fallen to your shoulder. You have been friends with Leon for years, and you knew for a fact that he usually spends most of his christmases in solitude. Always telling you that everything is alright. Sometimes, you wanted to invite Leon over to your family dinner. But you always imagined the endless teasing your poor friend would be a victim of. “Is that your boyfriend?” “Oh what a handsome gentleman!” So, you never asked him out.

“Not really…” Leon admitted, his voice slightly lowered as if ashamed to accept that he had no plans nor family to visit on an important day like this. “But I could have a Christmas date if you accept. You wouldn’t like your best friend spending Christmas Eve alone, wouldn’t you?” You could almost hear him laughing after saying that. What a little bitch he could be sometimes. But you love him nonetheless.

“Ok ok. Don’t sound so coy. It doesn’t suit you.” Both of you laughed. It was indeed nice hearing his voice on this lonely night. But the fact that he was eager to make it better made your heart flutter. He told you he would be there in about twenty minutes. So you were left alone once again.

After hanging up, you stared blankly at the TV for about fifteen minutes. Your eyes were not really focused on the movie anymore. You allow your mind to give into its desires, you don’t know what this night has in store for you, but you expect something more than simple hugs and cuddles. You were dying to feel him way closer than that and stop debating if you should break those walls of simple friendship or not.

The loud banging on your door made you yelp. You drop your phone on the couch as you quickly approach the front door.

“Ok I got it! You can stop knocking!” You shouted as your hand met with the cold sensation of the doorknob. You were expecting to see Leon in his usual type of clothing. A pair of jeans with a basic blue t-shirt. But your eyes weren’t prepared for what you were about to see.

“What the fuck…” You muttered as soon as you opened the door. Your arm fell to your side as you watched Leon with a dumbfounded look on your face. Your mouth hung wide open as a nervous but amused chuckle left your lips.

There was Leon, dressed from head to toe with a classical Santa costume. He was wearing black boots, red fluffy pants, a red plush coat and even a white beard. The only thing he was missing was a white haired wig yet his blonde hair made up for that.

“Ho ho ho?” Leon sheepishly whispered, bringing a hand to his hair. You couldn’t see it but you knew he was turning bright red under that white beard of his. His baby blue eyes meet yours as you try your best to hold back your laugh. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he waits for you to say something.

“Look, can I come in? Someone else might see me. One of your neighbors already did and…” Leon stumbled on his words. He foolishly thought that the trip from his car to your front door would be uninterrupted yet luck wasn’t on his side when your neighbor — an old ‘sweet’ lady — thought he was breaking in. That led to an argument of five minutes where Leon had to explain that he wasn’t a robber… What kind of robber would dress up as santa? He had sarcastically said. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that since it made the granny way angrier.

“Y–Yeah sure.” You shook your head as your words trailed off. You can't make up your mind on this ridiculous situation. The more you look at Leon the more… grateful you get. You can no longer laugh at his attempt to cheer you up since it was no longer an attempt — he succeeded. As you stepped aside and made some room for Leon to enter, your eyes traveled over his figure, it was a really silly outfit indeed.

You gave him no time to react as you threw your arms around his neck. Indulging in the warmth that his embrace –and fluffy outfit– provided. Even though your heart was beating so hard that it could basically break through your skin – you tried not to pay attention to that fact since you really needed that hug.

“Thank you…” You murmured against his neck, your nose ever so slightly tickling his skin. This was more than friends do. No friend would basically drown themselves in their friend's natural scent.

“It's okay. Just… let me take care of you.” And no friend would let his hands wander over his friend’s body. A pat on the back was everything he needed to do. There was no need for him to allow his curious hands to caress the sides of your waist and lower back.

The hug lasts longer than a friendly hug should but neither of you seemed to care right now. You kicked the door and closed it with your foot as Leon moved the both of you to the couch. Not even attempting to untangle himself from your arms.

Eventually, he breaks the hug as he makes you sit down on the couch. His eyes linger on yours for a few seconds before pressing a quick but sweet kiss on your forehead. Yeah, totally what friends do, right?

“I'm gonna make us some hot chocolate and then watch some movies, ok?” He didn't even let you reply before he basically teleported to your kitchen as if it was his own.

It's not difficult to let him do his thing. Ever since you met him, he's always been like this. Like a puppy who is eager to please its owner. But you weren't an owner. Hell, you sometimes thought that it was the other way around. The dynamics in your friendship were not clear, and both of you have gotten lost in those blurry lines of pleasing and being pleased. It was as if you two were trying your hardest to do your best in front of the other. Too scared to make a mistake, too scared to let their walls crumble and show their most inner desires and wishes.

After a few minutes, he comes back with a wide smile on his face and two mugs on his hands. If he had a tail, it would be wagging right now. Yours too. Puppy love at its finest.

He hands you your mug before placing his on the coffee table. You laugh as he takes off his white beard and instinctively scratches his jaw.

After a while of watching those poorly-made Christmas movies where the city girl spends her Christmas in her old hometown and meets the love of her life, both of you found comfort in cuddling each other. You place your head on his shoulder. That gave Leon the opportunity to lay his on top of yours.

“Where did you get that costume from?” you casually asked, your eyes not moving from the tv. You were comfortable enough to drift off to sleep but there was no way you were falling asleep right now.

“You know how I sometimes have to do the things most of my colleagues don't want to do? Yeah…” Leon chuckled shyly. You didn't know the extent of his words but you could imagine the situation. Him losing a bet, him having to go somewhere dressed up as Santa. Leon's luck can be the worst from time to time.

“So… you decided that it would be an amazing idea to show up at my house dressed up as fucking Santa Claus?” Your voice was filled with light teasing, but the way your eyes shone even if they weren't looking at Leon, told him everything he needed to know. You were thankful that Leon could be next to you right now. And deep down, Leon was feeling all sorts of emotions because at last, he could spend this holiday with you from all people.

“Yeah. Liked the idea? I think these Santa pants fit me a little too well.” Leon laughed at his own joke. You laughed too, and the vibrations of your giggles brushed against Leon's neck, sending shivers down his spine.

As you laid your head on Leon's shoulder, his eyes meet with yours. If looks could speak, he would have already told you how much he desired to have you now. Even if it meant throwing away years of friendship and trust you have built.

Maybe it wasn't wrong. Maybe both of you were meant to indulge in that desire and be blinded by it. No more secrets, no more shy glances and especially no more lies about your feelings.

Your eyes were half lidded, your heart was beating so fast you thought you were dying and every good and bad outcome played on your mind as your lips slightly parted. Hoping that Leon would welcome you as you wanted him to.

And dear God he wanted to do just that. When his eyes locked with yours, he was sent to heaven and back. Yeah, you have laid your head on his shoulders countless times. But now, it seems different. As if he could tell that you had made up your mind about this and no one could stop you.

And he will definitely not stop you.

The sounds of the tv that were filling the living room now served as white noise. The beating of your own heart was the only thing you could truly focus on besides Leon's lips, which were getting dangerously close to yours.

“Can I?” A simple yet important question. It carried years of yearning and pining. Of course he can. What a stupid question to ask. But deep down, you're once again grateful that consent was the first thing that came to his mind even when it was just a kiss. You have won the lottery with this guy.

“Please…” Your voice came out a whimper rather than a simple whisper. But at this point you truly don't care. The world might end but right now you were at the top of it.

And he finally indulges.

His lips met yours in a slow and tender kiss. It hurt, but not in a bad way – your chest ached with longing. It felt so soothing and rewarding that both of you couldn't help but relax in it. As if a weight was removed from your backs, and now you were drowning in your most intimate thoughts.

Your muscles tensed as Leon pulled you even closer. His toned arm wrapping around your middle section. The need to feel you pressed against him was insatiable, especially when he was still so afraid of messing this up. You let him, you let his lips guide yours in a now messier kiss.

You felt his tongue poking against your bottom lip, as if asking permission to kiss you deeper, rawer. You once again allow him to. Whatever he wants right now, you want it too.

Now, the wet sounds from your sloppy kiss were like background music for both of you. Your hands found their home in Leon's hair as they tangled in his fluffy blonde locks. You hear him slightly moan in the middle of the kiss, too nervous to go further but too turned on to stop.

His hand trembled as it traveled from your waist, to your hips and finally they have found their destination on the flesh of your rear. Unsure, he caressed the area before he squeezed it. Immediately regretting it once he heard you yelp.

“Sorry sorry sorry I don't know what came into me I jus–”

“Leon.”

“If you want me to leave I c–”

“Leon, I want it too.”

And that was a surprise for Leon. It didn't matter that he basically had his tongue down your throat a few seconds ago. The fact that you wanted to go further with him was something he couldn't have imagined.

Your hand goes to his cheek, your thumb grazing over his skin as you noticed the rosy color forming in his face. The best sight you have ever seen. Especially how his eyes were glassy with pure love and raw desire.

“Are you sure?” Leon asked, a hint of shyness could be perceived in his eyes.

You nodded, giving him a comforting smile. You hoped that it could convey how sure you were about this. If it wasn’t enough, you will surely know how to convince him that this was everything you have ever wished for.

You leaned closer once again and kissed him, this time it was even slower than the first kiss but not less intimate. You were careful not to startle him since it was obvious he was too sensitive and shy for his own good.

You delicately moved from his lips to his jaw, planting kisses along his jawline. You could hear how his breath was starting to get heavier and how his hands clenched the blankets instead of your body.

“You can touch me.” You assure Leon between kisses, your lips were now on his neck gently kissing each one of his moles.

“I−Okay…” He decides that he should stop being so reserved. The person that he has been in love with is basically presenting herself on a platter, just for him. He will be damned if he doesn’t take this opportunity. “Tell me if it’s too much.” Ever so gentleman, he was still so cautious of not making you uncomfortable, it was too cute.

His hands go immediately to your breasts as if he had already thought where he wanted to touch. He cupped them gently. caressing them over your thin piece of clothing. It was now his turn of kissing you. As his hand played with your sensitive skin, his flushed lips returned to yours, his tongue welcoming itself in your mouth.

“I have dreamed about this… you know.” Leon whispered before kissing you again. Neither of you were giving each other enough time to breathe. Too needy to be kissed, touched, and desired again. “Felt so… guilty each time I imagined myself touching you like this.” Leon’s hand snaked under your shirt and his calloused fingers found your nipples.

Arousal started to pool underneath you as you let out a whimper. His cold fingertips brought you so much pleasure that most of your words died in your throat. Nothing else was needed to say, your body will speak for yourself.

His hand stopped playing with your breast as it moved down to your thighs. He muffled any other sound you could make as his lips shut you up once again. It was like he desperately longed for something to keep his mouth busy. You could feel that he was still unsure of how to approach this new experience with you, yet this didn’t stop him from trying to do his best.

The tip of his fingers grazed over your skin until they reached their destination.

Your sweatpants did a poor job at hiding your soaked mess. You instinctively lifted your hips as his hand teased over your clothed lower part.

“Fuck− Can… Can I?” You already know what he’s asking for and you waste no time, you nodded eagerly. It was pathetic how some simple touches could bring you over the edge but years of pent up feelings were the culprit of this situation.

As he saw you nodding, his hand traveled underneath your sweatpants and underwear before he decided that it would be better if he took them off. In the blink of an eye, your outfit was disregarded. Besides from your thin shirt that still covered your chest, you were fully exposed to Leon, who had a hungrily look on his face. His fingers once more traveled down and were instantly covered in slick as you pressed your back against his chest, feeling the fluffy coat warming you.

He was still wearing that damn costume.

You made a mental note to tell him to take it off later, But for now, you were focused on how Leon’s finger brushed against your clit. His middle finger slowly followed circular motions as you moaned against his neck. It feels so much better than your own − not because he was the most expert in the area − but because it was him. Nobody else was in your mind at that moment.

His finger rubbed your throbbing bundle of nerves one last time before they moved to your entrance. You unconsciously parted your legs even wider, throwing your head back. The couch wasn’t the most comfortable place, but for now it will do.

He positioned his finger at your entrance. Over your shoulder, you glanced at Leon who was already looking at you. As if he could read your mind, he leaned closer and locked his lips with yours, intertwining in a tender kiss despite the lustful actions that were taking place.

He slowly inserted one finger, feeling your walls clenching around it. You panted in the middle of the kiss, his deft finger curled inside you as he slowly moved it, in and out at a perfect pace. You grip on the couch, soft whimpers left your lips as Leon tries to find your most sensitive spot.

“My beautiful pretty girl.” Leon whispered against your ear, the words of praise slipping so easily out of his lips. He was no stranger to complimenting you, as you already knew he was an old fashioned boy, always so respectful and so cautious. And tonight, he wouldn't falter on his behavior, even if his actions were not so gentlemanly.

Although he was playing the role of a gentle lover, he was freaking out inside. He didn't know what to do next. Should he go slower? Faster? Should he keep talking? For now, he decided to add another finger.

Squelching sounds filled your dark living room, making you aware of how wet you were. Leon was eager to please you, maybe that’s why he quickly realized how your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he moved his fingers in a certain way. He keeps up that pace, shamelessly plunging his fingers even deeper.

“Fuck, you’re gripping me.” Now that’s new. If you weren’t literally drunk in desire you would be taken aback by the sudden phrase Leon has just said.

“Leon…” Your voice came out as a desperate plea, your hips bucking against his fingers who kept pumping into your hole. Leon was in heaven, he has seen many of your expressions. Joyful because you got the job you were looking for, gloomy because you couldn’t pass one of your exams or angry at yourself when you couldn’t complete something. He has seen them all, or so he thought. But he has unlocked one more, which was definitely his favorite now.

Your dazzled expression made his cock twitch in his pants. He had forgotten about himself and his own pleasure as he was too focused on yours. Yet he couldn’t deny the ache he was feeling and how he had already made a mess in his underwear.

“What is it?” There was a certain tone in his voice that you were foreign to. It was as if he had found a glimpse of confidence in himself that allowed him to act a bit bolder. However, his soft and gentle nature still remained. He slowed down his movements, which was even worse because he was dragging your climax in that way. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to feel you.”

As soon as those words left your lips, Leon knew what he had to do. He removed his fingers from you, a loud whine escaped your lips yet he wasted no time to grab you and carry you bridal style.

He walked towards your room. With his hip, he opened up the door that led to your sacred place where Leon has been countless times but now his objective is different than simple cuddling or sleeping.

He gently placed you on the middle of the bed as you waited for him. You felt a little exposed now that you were fully aware of what was going to happen. You unconsciously closed your legs, your thighs pressed against each other trying to hide the leaking mess that Leon's fingers have left.

He crawls towards you, one hand moving between your thighs to open them once again. For now, he only remains on top of you, watching you attentively for any signs of doubts.

He sees none.

For a moment, you lock eyes. His dilated pupils watching yours in a welcoming silence. Eventually, both of you couldn't hold back your laughter and it came down as a waterfall. He nuzzles his face against your neck while he continues chuckling.

You stop for a moment, trying to catch your breath as your laugh slowly dies down. Leon lifts his head, your thumbs wipe away the tears that had formed in the corner of his eyes.

“What are we laughing at?” You chuckled once again seeing how red Leon was. It should be awkward, embarrassing even. But your fears were long forgotten the moment he first touched you. Taking this step with him wouldn't mean breaking your friendship with him but rather start something even more beautiful.

“I feel like we're laughing at different things.” You continued, your hand then went to his face, brushing away the curtain of hair that fell on top of his forehead.

“Well… I'm laughing out of nervousness. I didn't expect to be in this position with… you.” Leon sheepishly said as he leaned closer to your touch. His warm face seeking your hand. “I won't lie though. I like being on top.”

His confession makes you laugh, wondering if he knew how deep your feelings also go.

“And… I'm laughing because you still haven't taken off your Santa costume.”

Leon's head lowered to see that he in fact hasn't thrown off that not so sexy santa costume. He shakes his head before pressing a kiss to your nose.

“Maybe you have been naughty this year and Santa had to come all the way from the North Pole to see it for himself.” He laughed at his own joke, before he sat on his thighs and took off the coat.

“Oh fuck you Leon. Can we at least have this moment for ourselves?” You chuckled nonetheless. Your eyes fixated on his broad chest. You have seen it before, but admiring it in the dim light while he was on top of you, ready to take you, surely changed everything.

“Yes ma'am.” He grinned at you, before lowering himself and kissing you. Your parted legs gave him enough space to settle between your thighs. His lips were as soft as ever and now you were worried you wouldn't like to kiss anyone else but him.

Between the kiss, you reached for the buttons of your shirt. Undoing one by one before leaving you completely exposed to him. Before you could even start to feel self conscious, Leon's cold hand reached for one of your breasts, gently brushing against your nipple.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your chest, before lapping his tongue against your nipple. His lips circled around it as your back arched into his touch.

“Leon –fuck– please…” You moaned, your body slightly shaking from the sensation Leon's tongue brought you. You couldn’t wait to have him inside of you.

“Mhm?” He murmured as he continued sucking your sensitive spot, the vibrations making you even more sensitive to the touch. His blue eyes meet yours as he looks up to see you.

“Want you inside.” you whined, looking at him with half lidded eyes.

“Whatever my princess wants.” Leon replied, placing one last kiss on your nipple.

He sat on the bed and quickly took off his pants with his underwear, throwing them somewhere around your room. He quickly returned to his position.

You couldn’t help but let your eyes dart towards his already hard dick. The angry and reddish tip was the first thing you noticed, making your mouth water at the sight.

Leon forgot for a moment that he was supposed to be dominant in this moment, his rosy cheeks being painfully obvious to you. He internally reassured himself and ignored his own shyness, connecting his lips with yours in a sweet manner. His breath slightly shaking.

He reached down and positions the tip of his dick near your clit, collecting the slippery slick that was flooding your folds.

“Tell me if it hurts or if you want me to stop.” He said with a warm smile, making sure to see you nodding. Once he had your approval, he pushed himself right into you. The room instantly filled with sinful heavy breaths as both of you got what you always wanted. He gasped against your mouth before he captures your lips in a messy kiss.

You hissed from the sensation of his dick stretching you out. Your arms wrapped around his neck to bring him even closer to you, the need to feel him near you was overwhelming, especially when he was literally deep into you.

He let his head fall against your forehead, following how your arms guided him closer. You can see a faint smile forming on his lips as he bottoms out. In that expression, you see years of yearning and well kept secrets.

For a moment, he stays still. Letting you adjust to his size with his left hand tracing patterns on your hips.

“Are you okay?” Leon asked breathlessly, his eyes were glassy with undivided desire as they bore into yours. He’s patient, caring and loving, he has wished to feel you like for so long, he wouldn’t mess up this moment.

“You're not going to break me.” You laugh, but the way you scrunch your nose told him otherwise.

Leon chuckled and started thrusting, trying to be as deep and slow as he could. Your gummy walls gripped his cock just right and he may as well cum on the spot if you continue doing so. He wouldn’t dare to do that, he wanted this to last. Just so you could remember how he fits you perfectly, like the missing piece to a puzzle.

“I– Am I doing okay?” Leon whimpered against your lips, his sticky forehead still connected with yours. His eyes flutter shut, the sensation being too much for him. He can’t help but ask, no matter the situation he’s always a bit bashful.

You nodded, already wanting more.

His other arm decided to snake around your waist, lifting your hips up and bucking even deeper into you. The new angle allowed him to slide in and out with a faster pace now. The wet sounds were music to your ears, which you'd never grow tired of hearing.

You feel him everywhere. Inside you, in your stomach as butterflies. In your mind as his pornographic moans imprint on your thoughts. You wrap your legs around his waist, providing him even more space to deeply sink inside of you. The curve of his length hitting your g-spot just right. As if he was made for this, as if you were especially crafted for him.

With every thrust, sweet words leave his lips. “You're so beautiful.” “Prettiest girl in the entire world.” Words of praise being sung like a chant, like a mantra he wanted to scream until it engraved in your mind as tattoos that would never fade.

You could feel your climax coming. The heat pooling in your abdomen was proof that you won't last longer.

And you knew Leon wouldn't either.

His hips were starting to miss their already set rhythm. His breath got heavier, and his eyes rolled back. His toned arms held you even closer if that was humanly possible.

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you feel Leon's cock twitching inside of you.

“Fuck–I.” His voice was dripping with desire as he felt your velvety walls squeezing him once again. The grip on your waist got tighter as his grunts grew higher. He watches your body writhing underneath him, how you shut your eyes down when you cum all over his cock. And he could die as a happy man knowing that he made you feel like this.

Eventually, the sway of his hips came to a stop as he also felt himself reaching the so awaited high he was looking for. He’s too gone to even care about anything else when he spurts deep inside of you, white and thick load filling your aching cunt.

Both of you are breathless and sticky, Leon nuzzled his face against your neck and left a trail of pecks on your skin. His arms didn’t leave your body. His weight on top of you coated you with a comfortable and soothing warmth. He pressed his lips against your cheek as he pulled out of you with a faint grunt. And for a few minutes, nothing is said. Neither of you wanted to break the silence that was embracing your souls.

“You ok?” He finally asked in a hushed voice, his lips never leaving your skin as he pampered you with soft caresses around your face.

“Mhm…” You nodded, your eyes slightly closed as you took in what had happened.

“I swear I didn’t expect this to happen. I mean, I wanted to take you on a date first, but –” Leon let out a short laugh, stopping himself from rambling. “But maybe we can have a little date tomorrow? You know… Our first Christmas together.”

His words lingered in the air, he waited for you to reply to his obvious confession. He didn’t want this to end as a mistake or a one night thing. He wanted to court you properly and show you that he could also be the best boyfriend ever.

“Sure. That sounds amazing.”

The voices of your relatives fill your old home as everyone kept unwrapping their Christmas gifts. Leon was at your side, his thumb brushing against your knuckles. He admired the sight, one he wasn't used to.

Familial love.

He’s powerless at the teasing words of your family, he takes pride in being independent, but right he can’t help but cling to your arm when your grandmother pulls his cheek as if he was a toddler.

“What a sweet boy you are, Leon. See, I have some gifts for you!” Your grandmother gently but determined grabs your boyfriend’s arm, forcing him to follow her where a vast choice of boxes were displayed. He gives you a look that could be translated into Help me, please. I won’t be able to carry so many gifts.

You shook your head with a chuckle. When your grandma had an idea, nobody could stop her.

You sat on the couch, witnessing how your grandmother pulled out a scarf from one box. She wasted no time wrapping it around Leon's neck. You knew that he was feeling awkward and timid, true to his nature. But there was a glint in his eyes that told you he was really thankful, especially with the way his eyes seemed to soften once your grandma gave him a joyful smile.

“How long have you been together?” A cousin of yours, a few years younger, asked you. Her eyes darted from Leon and then back to you.

“A year.” You smiled softly, your eyes reflecting how proud you were as you said those words. “Exactly one year.”

author's note: please this took me SO LONG I'll never write smut ever again TT anyway re2 leon makes me go all soft please give this man an award for being the best guy.

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy smut #resident evil #FUCK IM SO HFHGDGF im so ashamed #i hate this so much #im just so sappy and..........

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You know, it is kinda funny sometimes…. I joined the Adventure Time fandom around mid-way through Season 5. And from what I remember back then, most of the popular headcanons and theories around the origin of Ice King’s Magic Crown played a very similar tune. Some sort of Evil Ice Wizard creating a Magical Artifact that will allow him to live forever, or maybe just create a legacy of Evil Ice Wizards that will freeze the world. You know, kinda on the same vibe Farmworld Finn was going on about when he was under the Crown’s influence.

But then ‘Evergreen’ came out, and revealed not only that the Crown’s origins lay in a time period much more unique and strange than the Generic Medieval Fantasy a lot of people were imagining

But that the thing standing at the very core of the Magic Crown’s Curse was not just simple Villainous Hubris or an intentional desire to cause Icy Evil - instead the theme surrounding the Crown’s origin and its Curse is the Cycle of Parental Abuse.

Urgence Evergreen is not your run-of-the-mill Evil Wizard, and he wasn’t trying to create a Curse, but he was an Extremely Bad Dad. I mean, he didn’t consider himself a dad at all - but it’s clear that he raised Gunther since he hatched and the Dinosaur saw him as a parental figure. The only parental figure he had in his entire life. And through Gunther’s entire life, it’s clear Evergreen was emotionally distant and deprived him of the familial connection Gunther needed and he just constantly belittled and insulted him

And generally showed very little concern for both his emotional and physical well-being.

He didn’t even do the thing he was supposed to be doing with Gunther, which was teaching him Magic.

And yet Gunther still loved him like a father, and craved his admiration and approval, and wanted to be just like him.

And we see this Cycle of Abuse happen a bit more literally before we even get to the Crown. Gunther clearly loves his pet Nina a lot, but sometimes he channels his own frustrations with Evergreen at her - mirroring the way Evergreen treats him. Because this is all he ever knew.

And so, when the Crown granted Gunther his ‘deepest truest Wish’ and made him just like his beloved Master Evergreen, he became a perpetually-angry madman shouting nothing but ‘Gunther no!’.

Because for all of Evergreen’s pride in his role as the Ice Elemental and his aspirations of being the one to Save the World, this is what he always was in the eyes of his son. Add to it the fact that he never taught Gunther any Magic Basics that could help him control the Crown… Evergreen’s abuse of Gunther literally became a Curse.

One that has not only hurt Gunther and backfired on Evergreen… but keeps hurting any poor soul who comes across the Crown. Generations after Master Evergreen was left as barely even a distant memory, his abuse is still responsible for turning others into Hurt People Who Hurt Others.

And then the Crown ends up with Certified Dad Simon Petrikov.

And, now, Simon’s Good Dad Qualities did not, like, automatically negate the Crown’s influence. But.. he tried, he always tried. He knew what he needed to do to be the parental figure Marcy needed, and even when the Crown made it hard for him, he tried to fight through it and do his best.

And even when he totally lost himself to the Crown, he couldn’t stand the thought of hurting her.

But also.... it's important to remember that Marceline is not the only child-figure Simon raised while under the influence of the Magic Crown.

Ice King’s relationship with Gunter the Penguin was always kind of a fatherly thing - I mean, that is why he named him the same name he’s given to Marceline, the name that’s ingrained in the Crown as the name of the Evergreen-Clone’s son. But in earlier seasons in the show, it was very… fraught. Ice King would shift rapidly from being very caring, affectionate and sweet towards his lil’ Gunter

To very Evergreen-esque moments of callousness, neglectfulness and just… venting his own frustrations at his misery as unnecessary anger and cruelty towards the penguin.

Misery that is, of course, caused as a result of the Curse of the Magic Crown. The Curse that only came into being through Evergreen’s mistreatment of his own Gunther. The Curse that is also subconsciously pushing Ice King into being just like Evergreen. It torments Ice King and ‘teaches’ him to vent this torment out on others - but especially at his Gunter. Simon’s natural nurturing instincts were still trying to fight through it, the same way he did with Marceline, but it was not always enough. It's important to note that Ice King still always gave Gunter the Penguin more genuine care and affection than friggin’ Evergreen ever gave to Gunther the Dinosaur, but it's just as important to also note that the Curse still affected his treatment of Gunter in all kinds of harmful ways.

But as the show went on, and Ice King started to become more stable, and started to get the help and support he needed… he also became a better father to his Gunter. Like, without Betty’s interference, Simon was not able to overcome the Curse as a Dementia Metaphor, or the Curse as an Addiction Metaphor… But as for the Curse as a Cycle of Abuse Metaphor? Ice King/Simon, through his strong pre-Crown parental side, and through his love for Gunter and his genuine desire to be a better parent - he was breaking the magical Cycle of Abuse that Evergreen started through entirely mundane means.

He grew past his bad-tempered outburst and bouts of neglectfulness, and just became this extremely doting and loving and sweet father to Gunter.

And so, next time a Reset Crown lended into the clutches of a Gunther, ready to grant a new Wish, the Gunther once again chose to become just like his beloved father figure

but rather than an irrationally angry madman who cannot say anything but “Gunther, no!”… The very first words Ice Thing says are a reminder of how much he loves his Gunter. How much Gunter knows Simon loves him.

And he just seems like this sweet, harmless and happily content silly lil Ice Wizard. Maybe not the person Ice King always was, but the person he was always trying to be. I mean, he literally achieved Ice King’s original goal of being happily married to a princess.

But also just in a general sense, he’s happy and satisfied with his life and he’s not hurting anyone. And just like the original Curse is the legacy of Evergreen’s abuse, this is the legacy of Ice King/Simon’s attempts to do right by Gunter despite his struggles. He has broken the Curse and now it will never torment anyone ever again. Because, well, because Gunter seems to have fused with the Crown so it’s unlikely anyone else will ever be able to wear it. And if someone could, the ‘Curse’ that will be inflicted on them will not be nearly as destructive as Evergreen’s Curse.

(And let’s not forget that Simon’s Honest Attempt at Good Parenting didn’t just neutralize the Curse, it also neutralized a literal eldritch abomination. The Orgalorg Stuff isn’t directly related to the point I wanna make, but that’s also Pretty Cool)

Of course, we also know that although Ice Thing seems happy and content now, this status quo won’t last forever.

I mean, a thousand years in the future is a long time for things to change. But also, maybe it’s very Thematically Appropriate that the person who seems to be responsible for Ice Thing’s degradation is Gibbon.

Who is himself a result of a Whole Separate Series of Parental Issues.

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The characters of "Baki the grappler" and the language of love

Baki:

Touching

Baki is one of the most tactile characters. And it is also important for him that you also express your love physically. Hugs, kisses, holding hands, even just a pat on the shoulder will do for him. It's just that it's important for him to feel that you're with him and you're safe.

Hanayama:

Gifts

He is not mercantile. He is not a materialist. Oh no. It's just that, as I've told you before, it's difficult for him to express his feelings in words. He is also limited in his actions. And he can't spend the desired amount of time with you. But despite this, he really likes to put on your smile when he gives you another gift.

Katsumi:

Time or quality forwarding time

Oooh, it's hard to define his love language, but still he tends to do just that. And he appreciates it. From simple silence in each other's campaign to experiments and joint hobbies. Why this particular view? He likes the idea of your memories together. Definitely in old age, the phrase " Do you remember how we learned to surf together? Yes, you often fell off the board. Hehe, it was a funny sight... Maybe we should go to the sea again, don't you think? "

Jack:

Words

It's difficult for him. He would prefer to show his feelings by actions. But he understands perfectly well how important words are. For him and for you. Jack tries to compliment you, thank you for even the smallest things, say "I love you" before going to bed, and a lot of similar things. It really means to him that you know that he loves you. And don't forget to return the favor. This boy needs to be praised as often as possible, he deserves it.

Retsu:

Help

Retsu is a conscious person and he prefers to show his love not by word, but by deed. It's just more practical. And it's also a way to make sure that everything will be 100% fine with you and you won't have to strain yourself over trifles. Like you came home tired from work and didn't have time to clean the house? It's not a problem, because he's already done it, there's no point in straining. It is important for Retsu that you are happy and comfortable, so he will do everything to make your life easier.

Shibukawa:

Time

For him, time is a resource. You know, when people get older, they start to appreciate time more. So he shares with you what is valuable to him. And he likes it. Perhaps before you entered into a relationship, he directed this resource only to himself, and he could not think that sharing it could be so pleasant. He shares it with you... Almost all the time. From reading a book together to training.

Yujiro:

Words

Yes, you can't tell from him, but this. However, this love language is different from Jack's love language. No cute phrases, no compliments. For him, it's trivial. He starts giving you advice, voicing his thoughts about certain situations. Do you think that this is not enough? Look who it is. This is Yujiro Hanma. He was always on his own mind. And it is difficult for him to open up to another person, there is a feeling of insecurity. So this is for him a manifestation of love in the highest degree.

Doppo:

Touching

Yes, he has lived enough, but touching is still important to him. It's just that they make it easier to express emotions and feelings. Like, he starts to feel worried about you when something doesn't work out, so he'll hug you, pat you on the back and say a few encouraging words. And reciprocity is also important for him, because there is nothing better than to return from training and receive affection from his beloved.

Olive:

Gifts

Well, what else? He likes to give gifts. And not just gifts, but the BEST gifts. Look, he has enough money to do this. So everything is most dear to you. And he loves your smile when you get them. She will always remain in his heart. And Oliva does not require gifts in return, your sincere reaction is really enough for him. However, he wouldn't mind accepting something made by your hands.

Shiba:

Touching

This guy just loves you so much that he can't keep his hands to himself. You are always happy with him, and his hands are always on you. In private, he won't let you out of his arms, in public, his hand is chained to your waist. And despite the appearance, Shiba is gentle, he is certainly ready to give you his love, but he also wants to receive something in return. Even a crumb will be enough for him. Just straighten his clothes or give him tired shoulders and it will make him shine.

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nyrandrea · 6 months

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Hello! So sorry if I’m bothering you, but do you still accept Astarion x Tav requests? If so. I have a prompt for you if you care to read about it.

Basically, you know that moment in Astarion and Tav’s relationship where Astarion fully opens up to Tav about his trauma and his feelings regarding intimacy? Let’s say in this scenario, this Tav realizes that they feel the exact same way about intimacy after Astarion describes his revelations about it. Tav and Astarion have similar trauma and handled it in similar, but also vastly different ways: Astarion used intimacy as a survival tool and a manipulation tactic, and Tav used intimacy as a means of keeping those they love interested, as they feel they have no other redeeming qualities that would make people stay.

I think it’d be funny for two clowns to realize that neither ever wanted to bang each other yet and both just wanted a hug. It’s also touching, two abused souls finding comfort in each other and coming to terms with their boundaries.

Of course if such a scenerio is not one you are comfortable writing for, I completely understand! I couldn’t find your guidelines so I’m taking the risk and asking.

Your writing is spectacular by the way. I hope you have a nice day!

Yes, hi, hello, I LOVE the scene you're talking about so I decided to expand on it slightly for this prompt! We stan consent and boundaries in this house 😔✊

TW for vague mentions of past sexual abuse

Word Count: 1.3k

Enjoy!

xxx

In the quiet recesses of your memory, you held the echoes of a time when you had walked down the path that society prescribed, where passion was deemed a necessity and love an excuse for physical intimacy. But as you gazed into your past, you realized that the fire within you had been a mere illusion, a flicker of conformity.

Your heart longed for emotional intimacy, in the gentle touch of a hand or soft-spoken words was where you found the depth of affection you so desperately sought. It was in these moments that you felt most yourself, when your inner conflicts melted away and you embraced love in the way that you wanted to.

So, you succumbed to the pressures of a world that insisted on desire in exchange for such affections. You danced in the moonlight, your body a vessel for another’s longing, and yet, each touch had felt like a borrowed emotion. Your past was a stage where you had performed, but the script was never truly your own.

The turning point arrived like the soft whisper of truth in the night. In a moment of self-reflection that you thought might never come, and from the person that you least expected.

“Do you have a moment?” Astarion asked, softly adding, “I... I think we need to talk.”

You knew that tone all too well: apprehension from one that you hadn’t had sex with for a while. You braced yourself, swallowing a dry lump down your throat and turned to him with a smile.

“Are you alright?” you asked, already knowing full well what the answer was.

“Oh yes, I’m fine,” he quickly said with a grin that fell just as fast. “I just... feel awful.”

You sighed through your nose and crossed your arms, expecting the honeyed words, the seduction tactics, and then the demands.

“Look, I had a plan,” Astarion started. “A nice, simple plan – seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you’d never turn on me.”

You raise an eyebrow as he chuckles nervously while fiddling with his hands. You weren’t quite used to seeing him so... tense. Astarion was usually the suave, calm and entrancing type that swept you off your feet with his charms and dramatic flair.

But right now he looked like some scorned child that got caught with his hand in the sweet jar.

“It was easy-”

You frowned.

“Instinctive,” he swiftly corrected. “Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in. All you had to do... was fall for it. And all I had to do was not fall for you.”

Ripples of anxiety pulsed through you as you observed his subtle shifts in body language – how his eyes darted away from you, the way his lips twitched up into a forced smile. You dissected every word, convinced that this was his way of an impending farewell.

“...Which is where my nice, simple plan... fell apart.”

You blinked in surprise while he gestured at you as if he was at a loss for words.

“You... you’re incredible,” he breathed. “And... you deserve something real. I want us... to be something real.”

You struggled to find your voice, to address the storm brewing in your heart. You longed to confront the unknown, to seek the truth, to bridge the gap between your turbulent emotions and quiet expectation. More than anything, you were just confused. The presumption of sex loomed like a thunderhead in your mind. Did he... truly see you for more than that?

Nobody else had. Why should he be any different?

You had to find the strength to confront the tempest before it engulfed you for good.

“So, the... the nights we s-spent together,” you grimaced as you stuttered, hating how pathetic you sounded. “They didn’t mean anything to you?”

“Of course they did!” Astarion moved to lay a comforting hand on you, but his arm stayed motionless in the air for a moment before dropping to his side, almost in defeat. “That’s the problem, or... part of it.”

Your mouth soured with the taste of bile. “Were you even... attracted to me? Or was it all a lie?”

“Of course I was attracted to you, I mean, just look at you!”

Try as you might, you couldn’t help the heat that crept along your cheeks.

“You’re a vision. And you’re so much more than that.”

Your heart raced; your surprise palpable. You never imagined anyone seeing you as more than a lover, to be more than just a physical desire, but as someone to be cherished.

He bit his lip as he glanced down briefly, his fangs nearly piercing the skin. “Being... close to someone – any kind of intimacy – was something I performed to lure people back for him.”

Astarion’s voice was laced with venom at the mere mention of his old master, and you wanted nothing more than to comfort him, but you restrained yourself, allowing him to continue.

“Even though I know things between us are different, being with someone still feels... tainted,” he said. “Still brings up those feelings of disgust and loathing.”

His eyes locked onto yours, and you could see how afraid he was. How scared that his confession will shatter the delicate equilibrium of your relationship, transforming it into something unfamiliar.

“I don’t know how else to be with someone,” he admitted. “No matter how much I’d like to.”

The stars seemed to align for you as he looked at you, through you, with his eyes glazed over. You wanted him to understand that love was not confined to lust and desire, but rather it was an intricate mosaic of trust, companionship and unwavering support.

You wanted to cradle his hopes and dreams, nurture his ambitions and rejoice in his happiness. You were the keeper of his secrets, and the safe haven of his vulnerabilities.

“Astarion,” you said. “I care about you. Deeply.”

“Really?” he muttered, his eyes crinkling into disbelief.

“Yes,” you felt a shiver down your spine, a chill that had nothing to do with the cooling temperature. “This might sound strange but... may I hold you?”

Astarion’s surprise was evident, but his eyes soften as he observes the mixture of anxiety and hope on your face.

“I... I would like that,” he quietly responds, his voice nearly a mere whisper.

With a tender yet unexpected smile, you wrap your arms around him, embracing him tightly.

Astarion’s body tenses up and for a moment, he just stands there, uncertainty etched across his face. It was as though the world had momentarily paused, leaving him in a state of sweet confusion. He hesitates, as though he’s unsure of how to respond. Then, with a reluctant but genuine warmth, he slowly brings his arms around you. His embrace is cautious at first, like a hesitant deer testing the waters of a lake.

As you hold each other, a gentle breeze rustles through the leaves of the surrounding trees and his grip gradually begins to tighten as though he’s afraid of letting you go, his head burying further into your shoulder as if to get lost within you.

It was in this simple act, in the unspoken acceptance of your affection, that Astarion realised the beauty of your ability to break down barriers, and it was in this moment that the evolution of your understanding came with a newfound freedom. No longer did either of you need to force yourself into moulds that didn’t fit.

Your relationship transformed into a profound connection built upon trust, and the conversations that lasted long into the night. Your love was no longer tangled in the constraints of physicality; it soared in the uncharted skies of emotional intimacy.

xxx

Links to my other Astarion works

Everything's Fine

Restless

Request - Astarion kills everyone in his path to get to you

Request - Astarion tries to save you from kidnappers

Request - Astarion helps you to see that you're beautiful

Request - Astarion gets kidnapped

Request - You and Astarion share an intimate moment (light smut)

#astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x mc #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 tav #asexual #asexual!reader #my writing #fanfiction #request

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kandireadstarots · 11 months

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What the tarot says about your anxiety.

take a second to relax and give a moment of peace to yourself. close your eyes, breathe, think about these feelings that come to you. open your eyes again and pick the crystal that you feel drawn to first.

pile 1. pile 2. pile 3.

now, let me and my funny cards tell you something about that bitch ass anxiety bothering you.

Pile 1

Eager to move on and progress you walk your path confident in your victory, yet beginnings are difficult for you at this point in time due to feelings of stagnation and a lack of patience. At this moment, the days aren't long enough for you to do everything you feel you need in order to create the future you want, but do not worry, these blockages you find along the way to success exist only due to the structures ingrained in your brain that are not allowing you to find a different way of walking the same path.

At the right time you will find yourself in a necessary state of caos where you will find the strength to embrace aspects of your shadow which will be proven useful to reaching your goals once you change the way you think about them.

Pay close attention to the amount of time you spend thinking versus the amount of time you spend doing, as your thoughts are powerful but need to be taken into the material realm in order for you to continue growing.

Pile 2

Your search for a new beginning is being conditioned by traditional notions of success which are not truly what you find valuable about existence. The creative energies surrounding you are not being focused on what you truly desire, and you don't have the strength to look back and wonder what went wrong before, as you are approaching a moment that should be fulfilling but somehow it isn't.

Don't expect to find answers in the usual ways you always had, wonder around a bit in your spiritual path, allow yourself to embrace your doubts about the world as opportunities for discovering the lies you have told your soul.

That something you are missing, is hiding in plain sight and waiting for you to find it, none of what you have done already is worthless, but more so a part of your process of growth. You have come this far only to keep going further with a new perspective and a new way of channelling your energy.

Pile 3

At this moment, feeling lost is a temporary state that will show you who are the ones truly supporting you, the ones who are destined to see you grow, always reminding you the hopes that made you chose this path which you didn't expect to be this difficult yet you will face with your head high and learning more and more as you continue. You will find the guidance you need in others until you have learnt to find it within yourself.

Trust the signs being sent to you and keep them close to your heart at times where it seems like you're stuck and going nowhere, as these are meant for you to take a closer look into your surroundings and find new opportunities.

The bright side of things won't be shown in the places you expect, but the more you practice gratitude the easier it will become to see all the blessings that come into your life in the most unexpected ways.

sooo... its me, kandi, the one with the funny cards and a shit ton of opinions on why you should chill and trust yourself.

just here to say i really hope this post was useful for somebody, honestly at this point i just pull up to therapy and read my own tarots to my psychologist in order to find out what i should actually focus on since my depressed brain can't come up with anything positive, so i thought this PAC reading was a nice way of FINALLY coming back to this tumblr blog and trying to be helpful to people in my favorite part of the internet.

i would like to thank everyone who likes, reblogs and vibes with my content, since i really enjoy doing these. i'm saving up money so i can get some good lighting going on my bedroom to share good quality pics of the cards i get for each pile.

and as usual because let's not forget im a broke psychology major, so if you'd like me to read your tarots, here's my tarot menu.

thank you for you time, stay evil, and don't trust men.

love, kandi xo.

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Okay. Alright. Here we fucking go again.

S2E4.

I already have one spoiler I'm completely unsurprised by, let's make it more.

I survive the LAST TIME ON HALO and my increasing desire to not be doing this right now, and am rewarded with one of this show's only endearing qualities: Vannak's ongoing animal guy personality trait. He gets to feed the pigeons for 2 seconds before the explosions start.

Cut to Perez and Jimmy Rings running through the streets while Perez yells about having to get back to her family and Jimmy yells about how they're gone, Perez! (Also sorry I'm going back to calling him Jimmy Rings because I hate having to distinguish him from actual Chief and might as well do it in the most ridiculous way possible.)

Then we immediately jump to Soren and Halsey in the funbox.

Did you know that one of my least favorite things TV shows do is cliffhanger on a situation that could've been interesting, then ~subvert your expectations~ by making it completely uninteresting and resolving nothing?

Yeah.

Gold star, no notes.

Then the power goes out.

Soren just kinda leaves because the security system's off. Bye!!!

Meanwhile again, Perez is very upset for obvious reasons and has a disagreement with Jimmy about what they should be doing. Jimmy wants to go back to FLEETCOM, while Perez wants to start warning everyone to evacuate RIGHT NOW.

Perez this isn't gonna work I'm sorry.

Anyway.

Suddenly Stealth Elite.

Sorry it's so hard to get caps of these guys, I think the sfx people don't want you to look at 'em too close.

On the bright side, Halsey leaving with Soren shows they do have a chance of unlocking the comedy duo power I believed in.

Back again.

They're really trying to speedrun some shit here.

Like, this is so close to being in character (even though it isn't quite) but the problem is that they want to have this character say so much shit when the guy they have been trying so badly to emulate doesn't open up and it feels unearned/not worked up to. The problem with trying to crack open a character like the actual Master Chief is that it requires a ton of space and focus on doing that, and this project is so full of subplots and has scrapped so much of its own first season that it has even LESS time to develop enough rapport for me to not feel like I'm being hit over the head. Like I get it, I write insane shit with Chief trying to figure out how to communicate with people after he's decided he might be okay with it, but this just doesn't work for me.

This could work, but it kinda came in from the factory pre-bungled.

Anyway.

Jimmy Rings walking around this random building they're escaping through while holding a fucking axe he found is so funny to me.

Speaking of the axe, it's apparently an antique!!! And this random building is a shop belonging to a British lady and, suddenly, we are going full WWII stiff-upper-lip blitz speech.

Fuck, hold on, I need another post for full effect-

#s2 liveblogging #halo tv spoilers #paramount halo negative

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r0-boat · 1 year

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If Poke-men(and Rika) had audio accounts part 5(???)

Scarlet and violet Edition

(Guzma too)

Sfw and Nsfw

Cw: mentions of yandere, noncon

Hassel and Brassius

They share the same account. They treat each one of their audios like a work of art. It has to be perfect in their eyes using their own sound effects if they have to. Even using their own artwork for thumbnails

You can find them on YouTube doing story-like audios with compelling characters and arcs. Their most popular is two men fighting over you,Sometimes they'll even post ASMR readings of popular books

Sadly their nsfw is patreon locked, but but if you do cough up money for their tear, you will be fed because you'll have access to all sorts of wonderful horny content for your consumption. And sometimes they'll even post illustrations of scenes from those audios.

Their viewers have pointed out a pattern between the two. If it is a Brassius centered audio then it will be more kinky and rougher a little darker. But with Hassel, the audios are much more gentle and loving.

Pet names for their listeners

(Muse/My muse/Our pretty little Muses~) Hass&Brass

(Pet) Brassius

(Beautiful) Hassel

(Love/My Love) Brassius

(Dear) Haasel

Grusha

Started gwa shortly after his snowboarding career when he had nothing else to do at home. At first it was just something to relieve to sexual desire. But he hates to admit that he's grown a liking to his audience.

Favors darker, kinkier Scripts. Yandere( is his favorite), noncon. Rolls where he plays more villainous character or cocky pretty boy. Occasionally As a treat, he'll do a much nicer gentle audio.

Grusha has a nice voice and can voice Act. He could not only do some game characters he could also probably do a more feminine voice. It's funny to watch the comments scream about his more feminine voice.

He has thought about starting a patreon where he only does audios of game or anime characters. ( though he's a little disappointed himself that he's stupid this low)

Pet names for listener

Babe/baby

Pretty/beautiful

My love

Sweetheart

Larry

Fucking Larry dude where do I begin. Started on youtube as a joke and a Pastime and now he's too deep to stop. Even has a gwa now( HIGHLY requested from fans). His voice always sounds tired and slightly monotone so he doesn't even know why people like him either.

Larry will do any script people want him to. You tag him in a script he'll most likely have it out within a week. And he always posts some at like midnight or 3:00 a.m. On a certain day once a week. He's always completely on time.

His most common are ramble faps. His listeners love to listen to him slowly become undone, mindlessly babbling about biting you or filling you full.

His audios slowly become kinkier over time. Favoring the ones where he's marking you or choking you. A lot of his audio have pretty good quality too. No one knows how he does it.

Pet names for listener

Baby???

( he's working on it)

Jacq

Almost always does anime or video game inspired audios. Making his own scripts and even posting them so people could use them as well. He's extremely creative and all of his audios are very well done. However he doesn't post a lot. He only makes audios when he's too horny to think or work or when he's so hyper-fixated on a game and creativity Hits him.

Pretty chill when it comes to Kinks. if the script calls for it he'll do it. And provide a good Aftercare audio. He's always wanted to try an Omegaverse audio but has been too scared to do so.

His audios drastically very. There are some where he's dominating you in the most kinkiest way. And others he's under your heel whimpering feeling you put pressure on his poor cock.

He turns into the biggest monster fucker you've ever seen around Halloween

Pet names for listener

Darling

Ma'am/sir

Sweetheart

amor/ Mi amor

Rika

Excellent voice range. Can sound like a man or a woman. she mostly makes F4F/F4A audios though. Most of her audios is Improv, sometimes she makes her own Scripts. Absolutely adores Scripts where she's playing a position of greater power.

This is all just for horny fun and fulfilling Her Fantasy so she's pretty chill with all Kinks. She does Kinks that only she's into even flirts with her listeners in the comments.

Her favorite audios, however are the one's were its just her making kiss noises and making out with the listener, or eating them out. Rika just likes making mouth noises.

Also becomes a huge monster fucker on Halloween. She likes to pretend that she's a slime grinding her cunt against you or bending you over, sliding her cock inside of you.

Pet names for listener

Baby/babe

Cutie

Darling

Princess

Guzma

After he broke up team skull he needed something to do. He did this to kill time. Now he's so far that he doesn't know if he's proud of himself or not.

Apparently, he's really good at acting and writes all of his scripts himself. All his audios are sweet and very wholesome. With each kinky audio having their own aftercare. "this is how I would treat my sweetheart in real life" -Guzma probably

The close friend of him mentioned that he could make quite a pretty penny with his side gag and even though they're kind of right. He doesn't know if he wants to. He's kind of grown attached to his sweethearts.

All his audios have titles like " bad boy protects you". Or "bad boy boyfriend makes love to you"

Pet names for listener

Sweet heart

Tuts

Babe

Pretty

(Bounus)

Clavell

Posted it introduction audio. The mic is terrible and you can hear a car noises in the background and he basically tell you that he is new, and he hopes that his voice will make you swoon.

People fucking loved him. They're not sure if hes a troll but they listened to some of his audio. Oh boy the mic... And oh boy, that acting... It's okay he's trying his best. And he is. Taking notes and heating his listeners advice for acting tips and better Mics. He's getting better and he has his audience to thank. They even tag him in scripts for him he is a little worried about how many age Gap scripts he gets...

" there goes our peepaw off destroy the world. they grow up so fast!"

Clive is his alter ego when he wants to play a younger version of himself. Clive is very cringe and he somehow sneaks in dumb slang words that don't make sense. no matter how much they tell him Clive is here to stay.

Pet names for listener

Bae( Clive)

Beloved

Darling

My Treasure(s)

#pokemon x reader #Smut #pokemon clavell #pokemon guzma #guzma x reader #pokemon rika #rika elite 4 #rika x reader #pokemon jacq #pokemon jacq x reader #larry x reader #pokemon larry #pokemon hassel #pokemon brassius #brassius x reader #hassel x reader #director clavell #clavell x reader #pokemon scarlet and violet

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sonicrainicorn · 17 days

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**as always tumblr compresses the shit out of images so click for better quality**

not that anyone noticed or anything but I finalized the designs for The Gang. ignore the fact that I did Purple's jeans wrong in the last post

also, some notes on each of them because I've gone insane:

I considered not adding Headphones for. obvious reasons. However, no matter how accurate I try to make him he will always just be a facsimile of the real, human RTGame so.

Headphones:

Little shit ™️

Causes problems only if he thinks it'll be funny

Butts heads most often with Daniel (after Cloak)

Closest with Purple

Doesn't really interact with Cloak or Gray but when they do it's mostly just vibing in the same space

He's also a fucking nerd who likes to hear about their magic worlds

Daniel:

Tired and grumpy

Sorta like the ringleader tbh

Argues with Cloak a lot

Finds Headphones annoying at times

Thinks Gray is an innocent angel who could do no wrong

He tries to limit his interactions with Purple because the desire to Get Praise From Dad is strong

He's either the mom friend or an annoying brother there's no in between

Cloak:

The baby of the group

Also a little shit but only if he thinks it'll cause Daniel strife

Absolutely fucking loves lore dumping

It's a good thing Dan is a nerd in every universe because they all love hearing the world building exposition

Almost never answers questions about himself tho

Never understands modern technology or slang

Closest with Gray

Doesn't really get Headphones or Purple but he tries his best

Gray:

The quietest and shyest of the group

Constantly anxious

Tends to use his clothes like a comfort blanket

Speaks the most when one-on-one

Extremely patient with Cloak when it comes to explaining things

Likes hanging out with Purple cuz he's so chill

Finds Headphones a little intense sometimes

He thinks Daniel can be a little intense sometimes too but appreciates that Daniel tries to calm down whenever he's around

Purple Sweater:

He's such a fucking dad

Technically the oldest but also not?

Apart from Cloak (whose world is entirely made up and not just an AU of our own world), he was born before the others

But he's only 25, making him the second youngest

Constantly tired but good at hiding it for the most part

Literally everyone treats him like their father in one way or another

Super sweet and understanding

Headphones tends to follow him around like a lost puppy

Likes to have idle chit-chat with Gray

Let's Cloak talk his ear off

He doesn't understand why Daniel seems so distant but that doesn't change his polite or pleasant demeanor

#yeah ive lost my mind #what of it?#drawing this man five different ways #is going to make me so good at art you guys #yes this is as clean as my sketches get #rtgame #babysitting au #spk au #seer au #single dad au #scribbles by sonic

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pizzatrocious · 10 days

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Finally, he had everything he needed. Names, locations, and a pocket full of surprise tools to help him later. All that was left now... more crayons! While not magical in their own right, he needed something, anything, to draw doors with, and what was more appropriate than the very same crayons his child-friendly restaurants handed out? Better grab some spares though, there's nothin' worse than trying to draw with a broken crayon!

Pulling open a nearby drawer, he was pleased to see several small boxes of the simple four-color selections sitting atop a series of coloring books and activity pages. Some of those pages and books were so old that they'd likely make a collector drool, funny how that works!

Quick to pocket the little wax wonders, he stared down at the activity page that sat underneath the boxes of crayons. The simple maze that was made to be solvable by the average young child, the black-and-white art of Pizza Boy, the peaceful little cottage at the other end of the maze, and the words that sat at the top of the page...

'Pizza Boy is lost! Can you help Pizza Boy find his way back home?'

. . . Could he?

He silently stared at the page. Silently stared through it, the corners of his mouth drooping ever-so-slightly as that lovely little pizza-shaped boy stared back at him with an infectiously-radiant optimism. Each passing second, he expected that optimism to turn to judgement and resentment, yet that smile remained as bright as ever. The complacency and dopamine addiction that stared back at him in the mirror nowadays, where did it come from? What happened to erode that bright spirit?

Perhaps it was the endless cutthroat pursuit of growth. Perhaps the desire to spite all who stood in his way. Perhaps the countless passing years watering the apathy that the cruelty of others planted within him. Pizza was his passion, pizza was his mission! A wondrous meal easily modified to suit all diets and walks of life, something that humanity could always rely on! From the rich to the poor, from the young to the old, it was a thing of wonder that most of the world could agree on!

Now, it was... Cold machinery. A company. An industry. Something to constantly advertise, capitalize, and monopolize. Culinary experiments not done out of a passion to revolutionize, but to simply catch the eyes of paying consumers. Declining quality that leaked from the cracks so slowly that the consumers boiled in it like a frog unaware of the rising temperature. A soulless machine that chewed up and spit out miserable teens and young adults that'd given up on all ambition in life. Constant board meetings with tone-deaf old men that see pizza as nothing but cheap slop to throw into the trough.

He thought back to the earlier moments of that wretched TV show. The genuine heart behind Peppino's passion for cooking that stood resolute even in the face of death. The way that even on the brink of madness, it pulled him back and comforted him like a warm blanket.

"I usually ate whatever-a was given to me without fuss. I began to appreciate how many different ways you could prepare the same dish, though." "I liked cooking for myself. It passed the time, and as I said, you immediately gain something from it. Even when I burned something, I just..." "...Moved on and tried to do better."

It was that very unbreakable spirit that constantly dragged Pizzahead back to the Italian. One might see that sweaty little man, see the anxiety and fear in his eyes, hear the hollow apathy in his voice, and, well... not associate that with an unbreakable spirit. Yet, what drove Peppino to defend his pizzeria with the fervor of a mother grizzly? Potentially losing one's livelihood would cause anyone to fight like a cornered animal, but Peppino... the man fought an entire ARMY'S-WORTH of foes, tore through the Tower like a hot knife through butter, and fought tooth and nail with an immortal foe, beating Pizzahead into submission!

Perhaps in his own weird way, Pizzahead was deeply envious of that spirit.

The Tower, the experiments, the antagonizing of all those who he saw as a threat to his brand... when was the last time he'd actually made a pizza with his own two hands? Had it been months? Years? Decades? What was that feeling like anymore, to create for the sake of giving someone a full belly and a happy smile? To play with the amounts and types of each ingredient like paint on a canvas? Had it truly all atrophied into this soulless husk that haunted him in every quiet moment?

. . .

He gently lifted the page that stared back at him, folding it a few times. He tucked it into the conveniently-placed pocket on his shirt (Which was always there, you just can't see it. Trust me.), silently musing on how one simple sheet of paper could feel so heavy.

Perhaps a sabbatical was in order. But for now... he still had work to do.

#ic 🍕🤡

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kerubimcrepin · 3 months

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Episode 21 - A Bow Meow on the Moon

If you notice a dip in quality of my screenshots, it's because this liveblog is being written from my phone, and wifi was Bad while I was writing the first half.

I am very excited to finally watch this one.

For a variety of reasons, its one of my favorites in this show. And, it is also, coincidentally, one of the most important episodes of the show. Both thematically, and to me, personally.

I know that often, the writers use Joris for exposition, but I love how this implies that Kerubim took him here as a surprise, and now Joris is asking questions.

Though I guess that taking kids out in the middle of the night for some random stuff is just a Dad thing in general.

I'm pretty sure this is the first time so far that Joris has really went "you're Lying papycha!" at Kerubim in the series, which is a far call from the first episodes, where he was, quite literally, amazed over a clothespin because of him.

Joris's growth is subtle due to his age, but it is present. His relationship with Kerubim has matured enough for him to understand that Kerubim might lie to him.

Though it's easy for Kerubim to make Joris doubt his own hunch, even before telling the story.

Btw its funny to see The Lying Guy be like "me?? Lying?? Never!".

Never change, Keke.

This is a very beautiful render of the World of Twelve. Hnn.

...I am not going to survive this episode, emotionally speaking.

I don't really know how to explain the way this episode gets to me.

In a way, it reflects the show, and the franchise in general.

In Wakfu, the night sky, and space itself, often symbolizes the wild yonder, longing for something.

New experiences, a safe place, a home, a place of freedom.

The pain of desires unfulfilled.

...I don't like going ahead, and talking about Dofus Aux Tresors as a part of a larger whole. Because it deserves to be discussed as a standalone work of fiction, like all other parts of Krosmoz. But it is time to address the elephant in the room at least a little bit. (Picture me putting on a tinfoil hat.)

All of these themes are especially sharp when coupled with immortality.

And Krosmoz is, in a lot of ways, a franchise-wide study of immortality and family. How these two concepts intertwine, how immortal characters cope, or fail to. (Especially in Wakfu.)

Sure, there is a lot to be said about the longing that is inherently intertwined with immortality, but there is even more to be said about immortality as a type of longing for the unfathomable, a wild yonder in on itself. How standing at its threshold is similar to stargazing.

Kerubim is a character who wants, deeply. And he wants a lot of different things. As an old man, he longs for his youth, the relationships he lost, and the freedom of adventure. As a young man, he longs for pure human connection, being liked and wanted. He is a perpetual motion machine, even if by the time of the series, he has mostly stopped going.

But he, just like Joris, is a perpetual motion machine. Even if he has seventy, eighty, ninety, or a hundred years behind him, there are hundreds more to come.

That's what makes this show special to me. It is a single step away from the wild yonder of immortality. Just for a second, we can know Kerubim and Joris as an old man and a child, characters we can relate to and understand. But in a minute, they will be moving endlessly, farther and farther away.

Somewhere we can't ever truly follow.

And compared to their lives, this show will end up feeling like a grain of sand. A small snapshot into what they were before life truly began, a pale shadow of the people they will become and the experiences they will have.

It is a show about longing and anticipation. The wild yonder of the future, and the things that aren't meant to be.

It's a show about endings. And it's a show that rejects their existence altogether.

I don't have much to say about the lunarians, or Diane herself, outside what she represents, — so this liveblog came out a bit different from usual, but I hope it was enjoyable regardless.

#ep21 #wakfu #dofus #krosmoz #ro liveblogs dofus #joris jurgen #kerubim crepin #im so normal right now.#haha #anyway the naus and the emperor guy in this episode are gay. but i didnt want to note that down in the middle of the immortality/space talk

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one-half-guy · 3 months

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Something I think we should talk more about is how humanized Ransik is, AND HOW NICELY THAT'S DONE!!! (At least so far to the ep 14, but I'm confident it'll keep)

It's not only about his sad backstory being told to us early in the season and how this is his motivation unlike the previous villains that were all Space Pirates, Galaxy Coquerors & Emperors, Demons and such, all moved by greed and/or pure desire of destruction and chaos.

It's also about what he (and Nadira, mostly Nadira) does in his lair, besides speak loudly about hating humanity and desiring the complete destruction of the Power Rangers, he and Nadira do... routine stuff. Stuff that we deem as mundane but also can't deny is funny and enjoyable.

In many starts of episodes they are just there, receiving a relaxing massage, watching some goofy TV, taking a hair care routine, taking a shot of the medicine he needs to not die... That's totally different from the previous villains, who were constantly observing the city to come up with an effective way to attack, or even stalking the Rangers themselves to this goal like in Rita & Zed's case...

Even when we had two pirates villains, Ransik's group is the only one who really focused in money several times, he got a mutant to fulfill the sole purpose to steal money... That's an awful thing we see humans doing, some of the moments highlighting their pettiness are petty actions we can totally witness with our own eyes in people around us... It's in the details guys!!

Even when we compare with Trakeena, who was also a typical spoiled preppy girl, in Nadira this characterization is there to humanize her, it comes to add a layer to her character, on contrary to Trakeena, we don't see Nadira launching tantrums because she wants to command an army and her daddy won't allow, or because her daddy doesn't trust her to fight*, or because she is pathetic fighter unable to beat a single minion when everything should be easy for her, we see her complaining of how the food is disgusting and greasy, of how her telenovela was interrupted or of how her hair care was interrupted, petty actions, but petty human actions that you can see even in your house. (*at least in the start, I admit I am ignoring the chance of Ransik's protection over her grow throughout the season as the stakes rises and it lead her to feel he's not trusting as she deserves... Although yet, she indeed showed competence from the start, so wouldn't be just prepotence on her part as she has feats to support her side)

Trakeena lost this trait almost completely when the writers decided she should assume as main villain and thus should be competent, meanwhile Nadira was always portrayed as competent, being able to stand on her own in battle against the Rangers, give ideas and even elaborate plans even though she was such a preppy, they show us her defects but also don't deny her qualities, and both reflect in her actions that are closer to what we can see in people around us than whatever Trakeena may have done.

Oh, sorry I got carried away...

So in short: RANSIK AND NADIRA ARE AMAZING VILLAINS, THE EFFORT DONE FOR THEIR CHARACTERS IS A GREAT EXAMPLE OF HOW HUMANIZE CHARACTERS, TIME FORCE IS EASILY ONE OF THE MOST MATURE SEASONS OF POWER RANGERS AND THE WRITERS KNEW TO HANDLE THE SUBJECTS AND SUBTEXTS THEY MEANT TO TALK OF

#power rangers time force #got my top five seasons easily #the production staff was full steam for this one #ransik power rangers #nadira power rangers #Nadira #ransik #power rangers lost galaxy #because i used Trakeena as example

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themercyverse · 1 year

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Cooking up Romance || Tears of Themis

Pairing: Marius x Reader

Synopsis: You and Marius were trying to have a cute evening together while cooking but quickly noticed that both of you suck at it, so you make out because why not.

Words: 832

As you and Marius entered his apartment, you felt a thrilling sense of excitement coursing through your veins. Finally, you could spend some quality time with the man you adored without any distractions from work. It was a rare opportunity, and you were determined to make the most of it.

You suggested cooking dinner together, a romantic and fun activity that would allow the two of you to bond. Marius was enthusiastic about the idea, and you both headed to the kitchen to get started.

However, as you looked for recipes, you quickly realized that neither of you had much experience in the kitchen. Marius admitted that he had never really cooked before, and you had never had much of an interest in it. But you were both determined to make something delicious. You gathered ingredients, but things quickly spiraled out of control.

You accidentally dropped an egg on the floor, and Marius tried to catch it, but ended up slipping and falling. You both burst out laughing as you helped him stand up. While mixing the ingredients together, you realized you had no idea what you were doing. You poured too much salt into the bowl, and Marius accidentally spilled the flour all over the counter. You both tried to clean up the mess but ended up making an even bigger one.

Finally, after what felt like hours of chaos, you managed to put something resembling a dish into the oven. Both of you waited anxiously for it to cook, unsure of what to expect, shining the light of the oven every few minutes, in fear you would burn the food. When the timer went off, you took the dish out of the oven and tentatively took a bite. It wasn't terrible, but it definitely didn't taste right. Marius made a face as he chewed, but you both couldn't help but laugh at the situation.

As you looked at each other, covered in flour and with a kitchen that looked like a disaster zone, you realized that you had enjoyed cooking together more than you expected. It felt like your relationship was deeper than just the dating stage, as if you two were already a family. With that thought, you felt a surge of affection for Marius grow, and he seemed to have noticed by the way he looked at you.

Unexpectedly, he moved in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around you. The warmth of his embrace felt safe and comfortable as you lost yourself in the moment. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, tasting the sweetness of his lips and some of the flour that he had all around his face. The chaotic kitchen had faded away as the two of you focused on each other, lost in the bliss of the moment.

Marius's hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you responded by pressing your body against his, feeling the heat between you intensify. The kiss became more passionate, and you felt your heart racing with excitement. As the kiss deepened, Marius's tongue brushed against your lips, seeking entry. You parted your lips, allowing him to explore your mouth. His tongue danced with yours, and you moaned softly as the pleasure coursed through your body.

Finally, you broken the kiss, both of you breathless and flushed with desire. Marius pulled you close and rested his forehead against yours, his eyes locked on yours.

"I don't know about you, but I think we should just leave the kitchen like this and pretend it's modern art. We'll call it 'Flour Explosion' and sell it for millions," he joked.

"Ha ha, very funny," you teased him. "But seriously, you aren’t getting off the hook that easily. We are both cleaning up, unless you want to be kicked out."

"Of my own place?" Marius raised an eyebrow playfully.

"Try me," you responded with a smirk.

"Hey, but let's clean ourselves up first," Marius said with a smirk as he lifted his arms, revealing the the mess all over his body. His unkempt appearance was evidence of the intense cooking session he just had in the kitchen.

You couldn't help but smile at his suggestion, since you didn't want him to be uncomfortable in his dirty clothes. "Sure," you said, "you could take a shower while I started cleaning up the kitchen."

But then Marius took a step closer to you, his eyes locking onto yours. He lifted your chin with his finger, causing your heart to skip a beat. You blushed deeply as you heard him say, "That’s not why I meant, darling~"

He slowly pulled down the oversized sweater you were wearing, revealing your cleavage. His gaze was intense as he licked his way up to your jawline, tasting the spices and butter that had clung to your skin from the cooking.

"I prefer the 'feline way',, if you know what I mean" he said with a wider smirk than before.

I later may or may not continue the story where i just left it jsjdshdsj, but anyways...

Thanks for reading <3

-mercy

#tears of themis marius #marius von hagen #tot #tears of themis #marius x reader #marius x y/n #marius x gn reader #x reader #marius x you

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euphoriajeon · 2 years

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How to shift reality?

Disclaimer: This content maybe a long one because i wanna give a clear cut explaination

☞ Find a peaceful, quiet place

A calm environment helps you concentrate on shifting. Go anywhere that you can have some privacy, like your bedroom. Close the door and put on some music that lifts your mood and promotes creativity.

◍ Eliminate distractions so you can focus just on your own thoughts.

◍ Make a "shifting playlist" or play songs from your favorite movies and shows.

◍ Light a candle that reminds you of a fun place you want to visit, like a forest.

☞ Write down why you want to shift.

Make sure your motivations for shifting are healthy. Take out a journal or open up a word doc. Ask yourself about what you hope to accomplish when you shift , maybe you want comfort, happiness, or excitement. Reflect on your reasons for shifting.

☞ Choose your DR (Desired Reality.)

Use your fave franchise as inspo or create your own world. If you want, you can design your own dimension , it can be fantastical or realistic.

◍ Think about gorgeous settings from movies that took your breath away.

◍ Combine worlds → for example, take elements from a movie and a show.

◍ Dream up an original DR (Desired reality). Reflect on what your ideal reality would be like.

☞ Describe who you want to be in your DR ( desired reality)

Craft a new identity for yourself or stay the same. Think about how you want to look and what abilities you want.For example, maybe you want purple hair and telepathy. Give yourself a name and brainstorm all the qualities you’d like to have in your DR. It’s also totally fine not to tweak a thing and just be yourself,maybe you just want a change in scenery!

◍ Make a character bio, includes details like your backstory and your habits.

◍ Draw your "DR self" or use an easy portrait maker like Artbreeder.

◍ Hold onto traits you love about yourself, like funniness or kindness.

☞ List the relationships you’d like in your DR.

Picture the friends, relatives, or anyone you want. Reflect on the people you want to be around and stay close to.

☞ Decide how long you’d like to stay in your DR.

Get the most out of your trip, maybe you’d like to stay a whole month! Use a "time ratio," a formula that calculates how much time goes by in your current reality(CR) while you’re in your DR. For example, one hour in your CR may amount to a week in your DR.

☞ Fill out your script.

Planning out your adventure makes it easier to enter your DR. A "script" is a plan you create for your DR so you're clear about what you'll experience when you reality shift. Journal about the identity and relationships you already decided on for yourself. Then, map out the rules of the dimension you’re going to. When you vividly picture your DR, you’ll access it more quickly.

☞ Lie down and try grounding exercises.

Relax so you can enter a state of enhanced consciousness. Lie down on your bed and focus on relaxing all your muscles. By the time you’re done, you should feel drowsy and almost ready to sleep. You’re more likely to be in a hypnotic state, which is great for traveling to another dimension.

☞ Repeat affirmations in your head.

Hypnotize yourself with hopeful phrases to access another reality. "Affirmations" are short, powerful messages that train your mind to think in a specific way. To access your DR, make up affirmations about how you’re completely capable of jumping to another dimension.

☞ Focus on signs you’re entering your DR

Pay attention to physical cues, like heaviness or weightlessness. Your experience may be different from another shifter. Here’s a list of some common symptoms you may notice

◍ If you visualize going down a rabbit hole, then you may feel gravity pulling you.

◍ If you picture astral projecting sending your consciousness somewhere else, then you might experience a floating sensation.

◍ You may see a bright light, which is a sign you're close to your DR.

◍ Your heart might race because you're excited about your trip.

☞ Enjoy your visit to your DR.

Savor every detail, from the people you’ll meet to the places you’ll see. Immerse yourself in your DR and use your five senses. For instance, enjoy the beautiful scenery or check out your crush! Focus on creating wonderful memories you won’t forget and forging new friendships. You’ll have so much to reflect on and smile about, even after you’ve left your DR.

☞ Prioritize your CR (Current Reality) when you return

Set a time limit to be in your DR, then work on making your CR amazing. Maintain rituals that bring you joy and brighten up your CR.

- Euphoria ♡

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astroismypassion · 1 year

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What do you think about venus in capricorn at 17 degrees?

Hi!

This kind of gives Selena Gomez energy to me when I think of a celebrity example. But she has Leo Venus at 22, Capricorn degree. So it's kind of reverse with you.

CAPRICORN VENUS AT 17 (LEO) DEGREE

beware of settling for a relationship out of practical reasons, you might date a law student, because you want help from them or see them "high quality"/high value partner due to social status, but soon you realize you don't even like their identity, personality

don't rush into relationships, you will be a late bloomer when it comes to love life

don't just date shortly random people, because you want romance in your life

your love life will be far more consistent and feel more stable, after your first Saturn Return (around ages 28, 29 and most definitely after 30)

also don't make the decision to marry before 30 or even 33, 35 since you could very possibly regret decision to marry so young or to a person you are not compatible with

basically don't fall in love or crush on people out of the following reasons: they are well-known, respected in the community, they are popular, yet respected, they have achieved more than you, they are established more than you, they have better social status than you, they are older than you, yet more mature (which is not always the case)

so yeah don't fall trap to those things, also don't fall for "becky with the good hair", any Leo degree at Venus is a sucker for nice hair, so they just like someone with big volume hair it's really funny when I see this, because it's always exactly that, they always hang out around people whos hair stands out

you will probably go to extreme length to find your long-term partner or spouse, you will probably work hard for it to pick a good one

you might break hearts, but you also get your heartbroken a few times

it's better to truly define what you want, expect and desire from yourself in a partnership and what would you like in a partner and from a partnership with someone, try to clearly state and think of your own boundaries BEFORE entering a relationship and really just state your own truth despite fear of consequences

just know that you set boundaries out of being your own authority on love and your actions in love and not out of power or dominance mind plays.

you could also marry later, if you are even thinking about entering marriage

you want consistent romance and special attention

you like someone who you are proud of and you are proud to be with

you might use pet names for your partners, like "sunshine", "golden boy/girl", "your person" "gold person", "star"

you will probably feel more confident with them and like you are under spotlight when you are with them more than when you are on your own, which

stay out of drama in your own relationship and in other people's relationships as well, don't meddle in other relationships, keep your head down and go your own way to greater things

work on your own value as well, get your clothing style right, your education on point, your habits, health, keep developing your mind, learn to provide for yourself

also, try to fully develop your career path, everything you want to do career wise before marrying or entering that couples life since you could live with regrets if you don't do that

@astroismypassion

#astrology #astroismypassion #astro note #astro notes #astroblr #astro community #astrology blog #capricorn venus #venus at 17 degrees

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spectral-apparitions · 2 years

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I am uhhh asking for maybe some, Swatch × oc × spamton.

For uhhh no specific reason 😳 *cough cough*

-Swatch just adores taking care of you. Even after a day of tending to the needs of others, they still will put in effort to see you smile. Their energy level varies, but if they can't do it now, they'll do it tomorrow.

-Swatch also likes to make sure that you get delicious food, clothing you feel great in, quality products. They see a lot of well made items in their work, as well as the occasional cheap ripoff they have to turn away, so they certainly have standards to judge.

-Spamton on the other hand likes to take advantage of easy opportunities and salvage everything remotely good. He brings you everything he gets even an inkling that you'll like. He does however have pretty good judgement of what you generally like.

-The above does lead to the occasional disagreement...Swatch may get a little harsh in telling Spamton to stop wasting money. Both of them sometimes get a little insecure that they're not giving you good gifts (Spamton because he doesn't buy the most luxurious things, Swatch because they don't find the most personal). They work it out.

-They both have an artistic side.

-Swatch has learned a lot about art theory and tools, although they don't feel the most confident in going all out unless given guidance. Swatch does enjoy sharing tips though, and happily gives any to you or Spamton if desired.

-Spamton is pretty open to suggestion, but mostly he loves to just make whatever is on his mind. His favorite is to paint.

-Swatch will happily supply you with any art supplies you desire. They love to see your creativity shine. They even quietly stick around, hoping you won't mind if they watch you. Of course, they'll give you space if you want it. But they love to watch your process and to see your finished art.

-Spamton also likes to watch you work. He likes to see what you make, how you do it, and that you're having fun. He also loves making art with you, whether that's a collaborative painting, trading art, or just doodling together. When he's in the mood to be creative, he might ask you to join.

-So of course expect times for all three of you to create together. Maybe that's doodling funny and cute things together (Spamton has quite a sense of humor and Swatch likes to draw your favorite animals), or each of you completing a different stage of the same piece, or all painting different sections of the same canvas. Even if you're not the most artistic, they'd love to include you in the fun!

-Both of these guys have a tendency to get wrapped up in work or otherwise heavily focused and forget to take care of themselves. Please remind them to eat and to sleep. Bringing/cooking them meals or giving them quiet time to cuddle or sleep actually means a lot to them and helps them to feel better.

-Sometimes you might find the two of them napping together.

-Game nights can be quite chaotic, in a fun way. They’re both intelligent and quick to make up their own strategy for any game. They can both be quite competitive, although Swatch has more of a silent lurking and deception strategy while Spamton bluffs and takes risks. Play something that requires dealing with other players like Monopoly or Catan to watch them really get intense.

-Swatch is a deep thinker and excellent listener, while Spamton is great at relating topics and keeping conversation alive. So expect long conversations between the three of you, and talking about everything from how to find happiness to street crossing.

-Typically, Swatch and Spamton aren’t competitive with each other, nor do they work in tandem often. They generally just each do their own thing and try to find a good balance of one-on-one and trio activities.

-That said, they do ask each other for help in wooing you. Maybe that’s picking out the right gift, learning a new skill, or proofreading letters.

-Special occasions are an exception though. They try to plan so that they each get time with you or that all three of you can do something together, and making sure there’s enough variety for everyone to show their love in their own way.

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