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whorekneecentral · 4 months

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A Sandy Christmas

Sugar Daddy!Jenson Button x Fem!Reader

Warnings: the iconic sugar daddy JB, college aged reader (over 20), expensive vacations, gift giving is his love language, you're both soooo all up on each other, the use of daddy both in a sexual and non sexual context, thanking him in good way ;), oral (m!receiving), penetrative sex (p in v), hair pulling, some old man teasing at the end.

Word Count: 1,714

Author's Note: this is for my og jenson girlies that were here from the start, dedicated to the anon that sent in the first sd!jb ask cause you started all of this pookie!!

merry smutmas series

Jenson takes you on a dream vacation over the holidays but still makes sure you’ve got a gift to open come Christmas morning.

Exam season is killing you, mentally and physically.

Every bone in your body hurt from being hunched over at your desk for 18 hours a day and your brain felt like it was going to explode if you kept it up for much longer.

Jenson knew as much and he also knew your exam schedule; he couldn't bear to see his girl like that so he did the one thing he did best.

He whisked you away the moment your final exam was over. He knew it'd be a welcomed distraction given that you'd be returning home for the new years; your obnoxious sister was getting married to her high school sweetheart - you'd rather fall down the stairs than attend the wedding but Jenson promised to take you in to trade your car for a new one if you went.

To be fair, he did just get you the car 2 years ago but he figured he needed some sort of reward to get you to go. If he could join you at the wedding, he would but alas he can't.

Sunny Bora Bora was a welcomed distraction; the sunshine, the beaches, the endless cocktails and cock, were keeping you happy.

The first few days were you and Jenson rolling around in bed, lazing and eating whenever, barely getting dressed and spending sun up to sun down on the beach. You had everything you needed right there.

Despite it just being you and Jenson, he rented a whole villa. All the privacy in the world for you two; it was more so, so he could fuck you anywhere he liked but I digress.

Christmas morning and you're woken not by the sunshine but the feeling of Jenson's stubble on your neck.

"Merry Christmas, pretty girl."

You hum, a hand on his jaw. "Merry Christmas, Jense."

"C'mon, I have something to show you." He whispers in your ear, not giving you a moment to gather yourself. Instead he pulls you out of bed, his hand in yours as you sleepily follow him though the villa.

There's a massive Christmas tree by the windows, right in the middle but that was there when you arrived. What wasn't there before were all the gifts surrounding the tree.

"Jenson," you stop, looking at him. There's a grin on his face. "You didn't."

"I couldn't let Christmas pass without giving you a gift." He smiles, kissing your temple as he sits on the couch.

"We agreed that this trip was my Christmas gift."

"But the trip is for me too, so it can't count. Loophole baby," he raises his eyebrows, almost as high as his ego. You huff, "this is more than a gift, Jenson."

"You're a good girl, I'd buy you the world if I could." He tells you, smiling as you kiss him.

"I don't need the world, Jenson." You tell him, sitting in front of the tree. There are at least 20 bags and boxes neatly wrapped and set under the tree.

"I'd still buy it for you, princess." He smiles, taking a sip of his coffee as you unwrapped your gifts one by one; Gucci, Prada, Van Clef, Louis Vuitton - you name it, it was under the tree.

You had no idea how you'd get it all back home.

You thank him, doing a little try on haul as you unwrap the gifts. Jenson smiles, sitting comfortable as he watches you model your gifts for him.

"Happy?" He asks, patting his thigh. You sit yourself on his lap, an arm over his shoulder as you lean into him.

"Beyond happy," you whispered against his lips. "Thank you daddy."

"Anything for you, baby."

The two of you go about your day, you'll be leaving your little paradise tomorrow and returning to reality so you were trying to soak up the last of the sunshine. Lazing by the water, you watched as Jenson attempted to surf, gave up and decided on a swim instead, the man came back to kiss you, dripping the sea water all over you.

You push him away, giggling as he tries to grab at you. You rolled away, getting up and running from him; Jenson chased you down the beach right back to the villa.

Jenson planned dinner for the two of you, a little restaurant not too far from your villa. You wined and dined, chatting about his work and your plans not to strangle your sister with her veil. He assured you that you'd be fine and that as soon as the wedding was over, you could return home to him.

Upon returning, you decide to pack. This way you two could spend more time in bed in the morning rather than having to rush and pack then.

Jenson's back is to you as you bring in the last of your presents from the living room. He'd manage to fold what you had brought with you into the one suitcase opposed to the two it was in originally and had been trying to fix your gifts into the empty one.

He feels your arm wrap around his waist, fingers drumming against his midriff as you watch him put the boxes into the suitcase.

You're on your tiptoes, a kiss pressed to his jaw; Jenson thinks it's innocent enough and yet, he feels your lips drop lower. From his jaw to his neck and your fingers are pulling at his shirt collar, trying to expose more skin.

"Sweetheart," he whispers, swatting away your wandering hands. "We need to pack."

"Mhm hm," you turn him to face you, your hand on his jaw when you kiss him. Jenson leans on the edge of the bed, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you into him

He was easy like that, a kiss from you and he's like putty in your hands.

He watches as your fingers trail down the front of his shirt, sliding under the hem of it. Jenson takes that as his hint to take it off, tossing it on the floor somewhere. Your hand wanders further down, brushing over the cold metal of his belt.

Jenson smiles, pecking your lips softly. "Let me thank you," you whispered against his lips. His brows furrow, "what for?"

"Everything," you tell him, sinking down onto your knees in front of him.

Jenson undoes his belt and the button, “open.”

Without hesitation, your mouth opens and you’re looking up at him once again. He slaps your tongue with his cock softly, waiting for a reaction. The slight curve of your lips was enough for him to know it was okay. A hand tangled in your hair, pulling and pushing you, setting the pace.

The stifled gag was enough for him to pull back, giving you a moment to catch your breath.

His eyes fixed on you as your lips wrap around his cock, his chest dropping and raising with each breath.

He can’t help but notice the lipstick on the base of his cock, your head bobbing up and down. Jenson's hand pulls your hair away from your face, letting you set the pace.

His hand turns over and you feel his knuckles brush along your cheek. “Like being on your knees for me, hm? My good girl.”

The praise hits you straight in the core, only making you go faster. Your cheeks hollow as you bob your head up and down. Jenson's hips buck, your nose brushing against him.

His head falls back against the couch, breathing out a string of explicits as you hollow your cheeks. “C’mere.” He pulls you off him slowly, savouring the feeling of your tongue sliding up the underside of his cock.

You kiss him, the moan slipping from your lips as he manhandles you.

“Turn around,” he whispers against your lips, a hand on your hip as he turns you around to face the bed.

Your arms are propped on the mattress, holding yourself up. He pushes your dress up, bunching over your hips. His hand slips between your thighs, fingers brushing over your panties and your head drops forward.

Panties pushed to the side and Jenson reached forward, a hand tangled in your hair to pull you up, forcing you to look at the reflection in the window. His other hand holds your hip once he pushes into you.

“See,” he mumbles to himself, glancing down between the two of you before his eyes meet yours in the reflection. “Look how pretty you are,” he whispers, kissing along the back of your shoulder as his hips dig into your ass.

The knot in your stomach tightens when his hand on your hip slips down between your legs, reaching for your clit. He barely moves his fingers before your own hand reaches down to rest on his. The feeling of his fingers pulls your attention.

"Please daddy-" you're cut off by a moan and by Jenson pushing you down onto the bed.

You prop yourself up on your forearms once again, eyes fixed on anything but what he was doing.

He could feel you clenching around him, pushing back into him for more.

“Shh, it’s okay baby, I know.” He tells you, thrusts getting sloppier by the second.

The two of you in sync, Jenson's chest pressed to your back as you came down from your orgasm. He peppered kisses all over your back, rubbing your side softly. He leans to press a kiss to your neck before pulling out slowly.

You can feel Jenson wiping your thighs and between your legs, cleaning you up before fixing your dress. You're still facedown in the mattress, too fucked out to even think about moving at the moment. He senses as much, giving you a push by the ass and up onto the bed you went.

The clink of his belt comes from behind you, the man fixing his pants - you assumed he'd be joining you in bed but instead, you heard some sort of shuffling behind you.

Rolling you, you see that Jenson had resumed his packing from before.

"You know," you start, sitting up. "Most men your age are dead to the world after a fuck like that."

Jenson laughs, walking over to you. His hand cups your jaw, "I'm not like most guys my age."

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luffyvace · 3 months

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Hey there brook! I hope u having a nice day! Can I ask for a luffy x heroic fem reader headcanon? by heroic I mean that she completely dedicated her life to help and save ppl and that her purpose in life, she's strong and seems cold but when u get to know her she has empathy more than anyone else, I feel like this is the perfect character that luffy would fall in love with, pure kindness hiding behind a tough facade, she doesn't even like being called a hero, yet she is willing to do anything for those in need, slaves, poor villages, she goes against anything unjust without any fear, cause thats her purpose in life (sorry if that was too long 💀)

Hi anon <33 (it makes me so happy that someone finally addressed me as that💗)

today was a very chill day 😊 thank you! How’s yours?

Reader sounds so genuine with such a good background for a op character!!

(Don’t worry it’s not too long—I love to read:3)

Ngl luffy subconsciously sees a little bit of himself in you!!

like your hearts are so similar—gold!

of course he doesn’t directly think that way- but he feels the connection!

which is through helping!

you two never turn your backs on those who have never wronged you

its not even about if they’re on your side or not, as long as they haven’t wrong you? and they need help?

the both of you are on it 🤜🤛👍

you wanting to save others becomes admirable to more than just him, to all of the straw hats—chopper and usopp especially!

I’m gonna go ahead and say it here and now you remind both Jinbe and luffy of whitebeard and fishman island type thing

LIKE THAT’S HOW IT IS!!

Y/n is just her tbh 🤷‍♀️

and if the ops don’t like that? 🤨

🤜💥

how you like that? >:)

your strength may or may not be hereditary but either way if you don’t continue training or working out your gonna loose that strength eventually

which shows just how hard you train everyday!!

bro works harder than zoro 🗿

and we all know he don’t sleep on workin out

so y/n is a gorilla the og

its no wonder you be cookin the ops like breakfast👩‍🍳👍

this is literally turning into a rant about me being (name)’s biggest fan ok let’s move on

luffy saw you cold exterior and was like

😍😍😘🥰😘💍💋💋💋

LOLOLOL no but fr he looked straight past that

he always does- he ignored law’s and zoro’s why wouldn’t he with you-

and once he sees your true kindness???

Locked in like a booty hole 🔗

(ANYWAY I HAD TO🧍‍♀️)

yeah he pretty much busts right through that

he pretty much instantly demands you already are is nakama after that

Your empathy is what really swoops him off his feet tho

like luffy has a good sense of empathy so much so he can hear the voice of all things

and you probably can too! It’s highly likely!

(y/n could have her own anime at this point 🤷‍♀️😚)

But seriously the way he can just feel the way you long for others when they’re in pain just gets him right at the heartstrings you know?! 🥺❤️‍🩹

you comfort them so assuredly and keep your promise to win every time !!

luffy would admire himself more than he would know if he realized how alike the two of you are

tbh you probably admire luffy!!

like it’s a mutual thing, where you pretty much don’t see your own coolness you only see the other’s

so you admire each other unaware that your the same 😂💗

he absolutely adores and admires that empathetic part of you thoo!

he loves how your kind and tough

he wholeheartedly believes the strong should protect the weak, cuz that’s what a man does.

especially with nakama.

so he definitely understands your need to protect those who can’t do it for themselves

there are many times he can recall where he had to rely on others

so he loves that your the one who does that for people

and you don’t do it for the money or fame!

you don’t even view yourself as the hero and savior that bystanders see you as!

that’s so cool to him!

you background/past might’ve caused it! Like maybe you had no superhero! So you decided to become one!

he kinda looks up to you in a way 🤩

as someone who has also helped slaves and the poor he completely understands where you come from in your kindness

and it’s even cooler that you charge head on into battle for others without a second thought

that’s just how tough you are ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

not an ounce of fear in your eyes as you walk up to someone 20x the size of you to simply get back the bread they stole from a poor little child

LIKE HOW COOL IS THAT?! 💥💥

your a super hero!! Dundun duh-duuuuuun!!

🦸‍♀️‼️🤩

you have a goal just like him!! He wants to be the king of pirates and you wanna help others!

With the type of pirate he is?, those things go hand in hand 🤝

”STRAW HAT LUFFY AND PIRATE HERO (NAME) IS HERE!! RUN AWAY!!”

says the pirates who know they’ve done wrong doing!! 😎

also excuse (name)’s lame pirate alias i couldn’t think of one 😊💖

(Name) is so cool 😎 I admire her 💓

hope you enjoyed your hcs anon!! *super heroes away🦸‍♀️🚀*

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aitadjcrazytimes · 9 months

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It's been a good run

But it's time to bring this to a close!

The saga is over, C, T and I are all together. T and I are in the swing of it, C approves as much as it is possible for him to approve of anything, everyone knows about the blog and is chill.

C is back at his rightful place of walking his sister down the aisle.

I'm getting everything I want, and we're all free to make each other miserable until the day we die.

I'm not going to be updating this blog anymore! Nobody else involved with the situation will be submitting any more AITA posts either, because they are either not on tumblr or agreed it would be annoying.

I will say that there is some stuff on here that I've alluded to that isn't necessarily 100% in the spirit of things, so I've included some stuff below the cut for the folks who have caught onto that. I would not suggest reading it if you like how all of this played out and want to keep it that way. I know that's incredibly vague, but I'm not sure how to phrase it without making it weird?

Thank you all for listening and talking to me over the past few days! That's where I'm leaving it!

...

...Is everyone who wants to keep believing in the disaster polycule gone? Yes? OK!

So, this was fake. I made up the whole thing. TK and C and T and everyone else are fictional characters. Did I lie? Yes. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

Q: All of it? Even the og AITA post? The followup AITA post? The screenshots?

A: All of it.

Q: Wh... Why did you do this...?

A: Well, first this all started as a Red vs Blue fanfic for the ship Chexer (Church/Tex/Tucker)-

It started as a fanfic for Chexer. However, I was already working on a different fanfic for RVB that was totalling about 15k words at this point (+ at least 90k to go), and I knew I would never have the time or energy to write this one. I thought: yknow. this would be really funny as an aita post.

Q: It was a fanfic of a Halo fanfic series.

A: Yep!

So, I submitted Tucker's perspective. I did not expect for it to get more than maybe 100 notes at most. I totally thought someone would call it out right away.

The funny part is, if I'd dedicated all this energy to a fic instead of this blog, I'd probably have about 15-20 thousand words of fic already, but whatever, can't ruin my personal day!

Also, I wanted to see how many people would figure it out/how long it would take for it to become too obvious that this was a fandom thing. I was dropping names and RvB lore since the beginning. A few people did figure it out, and I DMed them in private to let them know.

Q: But why make the blog then?

A: Because I love to lie and be a nuisance to the general populace! <3

It was always my intent to wait until Carolina's perspective got posted (i am honestly still shocked i got away with "Carey/Georgia/West Virginia/Alabama/Miss Louisiana 1988"), let it simmer for about a day, then come clean. Which is what I'm doing now!

The reason I'm coming clean now instead of dragging it out is because I don't want anyone to feel stupid or like they got duped. You're not stupid! You were a part of this story! This was, as one anon said, a creative writing project. It was a collaboration! Thank you so much for helping me!

That said, I'm sorry to anyone that finds this disappointing! I had a blast doing this, but I will not be doing it again. I have gotten my fill. I have had my taste of being an influencer, and now I can go on with my life without ever feeling like I need to start a youtube channel.

Q: How did you keep up with a consistent timeline?

A: I didn't, especially at first. But in my time as a liar who lies about things, I have found that usually people are willing to believe you when you say "yeah, i lied about that".

Q: Wait, what about the thing with your kid?

A: Yeah, I fucked up on this one. In the other fic I was/am writing, Tucker was around 33. So, when I was saying what Junior's age was, I subtracted it from 33 and got 18. It wasn't until I was showing my partner the blog and they said "Wait, he had his kid at 13??????" that I realized I had fucked up. Oops!

Q: Was it really ALL fake?

A: For the most part. I will say that I did actually drop chocolate cake all over my tits that one time and had to shower by myself like a fucking loser. That one was true. I did also get my nails done for the first time ever, which did actually affect my typing. And I am in a band (but so is Tucker, canonically)! There are a few other things as well, but I don't want to list all of them.

Q: DID you ever read homestuck?

A: Nope. And I never will.

Even the title, though I will say that the title I came up with was "Leonard "Alpha Bitch" Church's Decidedly Not Lo-Fi Beats to Get Nasty and Get Clean To: The Movie"

Q: So there was never a combination sex/bathtime playlist?

A: Maybe! But perhaps more accurately: the combination sex/bathtime playlist was inside of you all along. You can make it. There are only three songs on there that are canon to the lore of this blog. Those are No Children by The Mountain Goats, Take It Out On Me by Thousand Foot Krutch, and one unknown song from the album Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV by Coheed and Cambria (Yep, the call was coming from inside the house, I gave Church my music taste). I had intended this to be Wake Up, but it's out of my hands now. The rest is yours to fill in.

Q: What's your main blog, so I can follow you?

A: Hi, this is aitadjcrazytimes. You're not getting that.

Q: Your AO3 handle?

A: Nope, not that either.

You will never find me. And that's the way I want it. You will see me in every blog. Every new follower. Every stranger you meet on the street. You will look into your discord kitten's eyes, and you will absently wonder if he was the one behind aitadjcrazytimes. And you will never know for certain.

Q: But-

A: Let me live on in your memory. The only person who knows both who I am and the fact that I did this is my partner, who is not into RvB or commonly on tumblr. I am not a RvB blog. I am not a writing blog. I am a nobody on the fringes of tumblr society who's been here long enough to know how to remain in the shadows.

And, even if you do manage to find me, against all odds:

No one will ever believe you.

I am closing my askbox. I am also closing my messages. If you have anything to say to Tucker or Me (tumblr user aitadjcrazytimes), you are welcome to do so in the replies or reblogs, but you will not be receiving an answer. I'll keep this blog up for anyone that wants to go through after the fact and do a deep dive or what have you.

Thanks to everyone who made this into the wild ride it was! Live long and get fucked or whatever! Xoxo <3

#final post #if you don't say goodbye then aitadjcrazytimes isnt really gone #they're just not here right now #<-so that was a fucking lie -tk from the future

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ushys · 2 months

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Hiiiii!✨️

Could I request a Floyd with a S/o who's one of their og fans? Like- the reader is such a big fan that they'll do covers of older brozone songs and some of Floyd's newer work at their own concerts sometimes.

The reader is singing their heart out and Floyd is in the crowd like "Wait a minute- I RECOGNIZE THAT SONG-" and after the show he starts fangirling with his s/o bc they actually like his music.

(Bonus points if he gives them a lil smooch at the end-)

TYSM!✨️

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐆 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐍! 𝐒/𝐎

AN: OMLL THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA 😭💕 this is a big bonus for me since i am a floyd (and branch) stan myself so this is a win win

content: fluff, floyd being a cutie, gn! reader (they/them pronouns used), singer! reader, head cannons with a little one shot at the end, not proof read so sorry for any mistakes (might recheck later!

- you considered yourself to be a die hard fan of brozone like if anyone were to ask you anything about any member, you could have an answer in a blink of an eye

- you were the so proclaimed "#1 floyd stan" however, having tons of merch and knowing interesting facts about him

- i mean, how could you not stand him? he was the cutest member in your eyes

- "oh yeah i'm def going to get with floyd, he's literally the same age as me hello? he wants me so bad." - you | "[Y/N], you're delusional. be for real." - your friend

- whenever you had money saved up, you would always use it to go to their concerts

- yeah people called you irresponsible with your money but who cares? all you needed was to see them again!

- floyd and the rest of the group basically inspired you to start singing as well!

- you never admitted it, but your music was heavily inspired by brozone so that’s kinda how it got the attention of your favorite member!

- being a star wasn’t easy, but it was definitely worth it seeing people’s faces light up every time you would sing or just having fans who loved you in general

- one of those fans being floyd (👀)

- that’s basically how you guys met

- he got special permission to go back stage and you almost fainted seeing him this close to you and ACTUALLY talking to YOU!

- a few months after that, you guys started dating and you couldn’t be any happier (beat that, *friend*)

- he was literally the best boyfriend ever

- he always has a gift ready for you and treats you so preciously

- goes all out on special occasions like your birthday, anniversary, etc

- he found your whole floyd collection of merch, cds, posters in your room and he likes to bring it up any chance he gets

- “remember that collection i foun-” “anyways.”

- he was always your #1 supporter and always at your concerts

- once, you decided to do a little something special at your concert

You just finished your last song and the crowd erupted with cheers and screams. Everyone thought that your show was over when they saw you walk out, waving and blowing kisses towards everyone until someone on the speaker came on. “Give it up one more time for [Y/N]! Don’t leave yet though! They have prepared one last thing for you!”

You suddenly come out with a completely different outfit, and everyone in the crowd started cheering again. Floyd, being one of the people in the front, was simply admiring the beauty in front of him, taking polaroid pictures of you that he would definitely add into your shared scrapbook.

You grabbed the microphone and moved it up so it would be at your mouth level. “I just want to say thank you for all the love and appreciation you guys have given me these past few months. It means to w world to me. Now, I’m going to be dedicating these three songs to the most special person in my life.”

You smile, as you make eye contact with your lover, who wipes a tear away from his eye and gives you a warm smile in return.

The music starts playing and you tap your foot to the beat. Floyd furrowed his eyebrows and nodded his head to the beat, getting a familiar vibe from it. ‘This sounds so familiar, but I can’t put my finger on what it reminds me of’ he thinks to himself.

You then start singing, letting the melody take over and losing yourself in the music. It finally clicked. “Wait! I RECOGNIZE THAT SONG! THEY’RE SINGING MY SONG!” He yells out, “fangirling” by jumping up and down realizing that you covered one of his songs.

When the song ended, the crowd started cheering for more, which you gladly obliged and started singing old brozone songs, to which people were freaking out with excitement. Their favorite artist singing songs from their favorite band? Oh yeah, that’s perfection. You can’t even phantom how much happiness Floyd was filled with.

After the concert, you met up with your boyfriend backstage and he came running to you with his arms wide open, his eyes closed, and with a big smile on his face. “[Y/N]! You did so good out there, my love! I really enjoyed the songs that you chose, it really warmed my heart." He wrapped his arms around you and spun you around. “Thank you, babe! I’m glad you liked it, all I had in my mind during those songs were you.” You say, as you softly put your hands on his face, admiring his features.

He give you a big dorky smile and a big loving kiss on your cheek and then on your lips. “I love you so much, *nickname*”

“And I love you more.”

note: omg guys the floyd brainrot is getting out of control i wanna throw him around like a ping pong ball he’s so cute 😮‍💨 also hopefully you liked this and enjoyed it !!

@USHYS content - Do Not Copy.

#trolls floyd #floyd brozone #trolls3 #trolls band together #i love trolls so much #trolls x reader #floyd x reader #trolls floyd fluff #trolls floyd x reader #trolls #i have a problem #ushys

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freemindedspirit · 12 days

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How do the BTS members show love? Just in general🌙 thank you in advance.

This is an old ask that has been sitting in my drafts for months if not years, i updated it and posted it right after For entertainment purposes only

Jin: He admires his person a lot.He will tell them how they are good at something, sincere compliments.Might try to do something and dedicate it to them.He is the most likely to lean into traditional roles to show love, for example how he takes care of BTS like an older brother.He will try to make the people he loves laugh a lot.He will act very confident and try to be a very fun person,as well as put effort for the relationship to grow and care for it in little things daily. Yoongi: heart eyes people, heart eyes ! his love is loud when you can recognize it. he's a logistics man, you know he loves you when you wake up with a full breakfast ready, a coffee to-go and your lunchbox in your workbag thanks to him. It's sharing a drink on the couch and chatting, him giving you advice based on his struggles to help yours. Daily love.

Hobi:Literally heard him scream lmao. Excited love with one good layer of coolness. "Jagiya, wake up, we are going on weekend", bc last night he decided to, since you seemed to be tired lately and needing sunlight. Knows your orders by heart but won't tell you, you will notice when he comes back to the car with the exact food you were craving at the moment and your stomach growls at the sight of your favorite take out.Will be shy at first to ask for attention or physical affection, but would be over the moon if you were to initiate it.

Namjoon: He has a bit time projecting love currently, a mix of being busy, healing himself and finding himself back after it. Warm, burning love. Passionate but solid, like the crater of an active volcano. Wants to make a home together with his partner.

Jimin: out and open.Hugs, kisses, flirting, teasing, touches here and there. He is constantly around; giving attention and making sure you arent lacking in anything, wants to learn from you and teach you and spend time around you a lot.

Taehyung: Works for you, learns new skills to help you( and get compliments ), learns little things about you, how you like your tea, sandwiches, your favorite weather. Will give you small but expensive gifts as little tokens og his love, think small gold decorations pieces or stickers designed by a trendy fashion creator you like.

Jungkook: Chaotic love ?? At least at the time of this reading, it seems loving, passionate but chaotic. Like Seven is an extreme and parodied version of A Day in the Life of Jungkook's Partner when he Needs Attention. Childish sometimes, fun, intense, safe.New things, excitment,fires and burning stars. But at the end of the busy day, you both come back home to each other for a quieter adventure.

#bts tarot #jungkook tarot #yoongi tarot #hoseok tarot #namjoon tarot #seokjin tarot #taehyung tarot #jimin tarot

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smokingasters · 6 months

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PP Novels Resources (for my fellow deranged fans)

As a deranged PP fan, who was starving for dopamine I discovered some novel sources for the characters we all love! All novels/summary is in Russian (can be easily translated to English through Google Translation of the website. Use a VPN if the sites do not load)

If ya'll love the OG cast (Season 1), this is for you! I'm merely linking to the websites for your reading pleasure. I will try to link the ones that are complete, more under the cut.

*All due thanks to the dedicated translators who keep the fandom going* Psycho-Pass Zero

(Tumblr: Novel Translation *pending but I recommend reading this before the radio drama for plot coherence*) (Live Journal: Radio Drama Translation *complete*)

Content warning: Plastination case + Makishima is enough warning Timeline: Prequel to the Psycho-Pass S1 Kogami and Sasayama's bromance/outlines the gruesome murders in the Specimen case/follows the story of Touma Kozaburo and his obsession with Touko. Baby Kogami is so precious. Mitsuru Sasayama is the man, the legend. *sobs* Masaoka's whiskey persists + Ginoza the worrier.

Psycho-Pass Asylum: About A Girl (Live Journal: Detailed Summary *complete*) (Suggested Supplement: Yayoi/Shion Tidbits from PP Novel + Aoyanagi and Kozuki disaster)

Content warning: brutality against women, !pregnancy, !cultism, !infanticide. I'm not kidding when I mean it's brutal. Timeline: Post S1 with some flashbacks. Yayoi and Shion's relationship is the main focus. They investigate a case where pregnant minors are being sacrificed by a cult. Entirely from Yayoi's perspective, has many details about her past and how she and Shion feel about Division 1. I would encourage you to read this if you want a feminine/female perspective of the PP verse. Underlying themes of creativity, sex, romance, and hope + vital issues with the Sybil System. I added the supplement because it covers a bit more about Yayoi and Shion + explores the canon romantic relationships, I believe it is a good study of how PP handles canon relationships.

Psycho-Pass Asylum: Restaurant de Campagne Kagari Shuusei

(Live Journal: Detailed Summary *complete*)

Content warning: None, really. This one is quite wholesome as PP can be except for Sybil's shenanigans. Timeline: Prequel to S1 (Flashback) Kagari and Div 1 + 2 investigate a series of gastronomic malfunctions in Sybil's food preparation system caused by a criminal called 'Harlequin'. It involves a "natural food" supply company called Gusto and a restaurant owner. The novel explores Kagari's interest in cuisines and the impact of food in the PP world. Kagari's perspective is quite refreshing and light, compared to the complexity in other novels.

Psycho-Pass Asylum: Separation Ginoza Nobuchika (Live Journal: Detailed Summary *complete*)

Content warning: animal!cruelty, child!abuse, dogs. This one is a tearjerker. Timeline: Prequel to S1 + post S1 Inspector Ginoza, Kogami, and Sasayama investigate a case of rehabilitated animals/pets that are increasing the stress levels of Okutama, a remote place in the mountains. These pets were reintroduced and have gone feral. A doctor named Miyake was responsible for the reintroduction. Ginoza's calm yet poetic and wistful perspective is quite grounding. There's a sense of loss through this story, the theme of separation, and dogs being man's best friends. Any puns that made you think of Kogami are valid.

Psycho-Pass Asylum: Mungungwha Choe-Gu-Sung

(Live Journal: Detailed Summary *partial translation*)

Content warning: !torture, !mutilation, !castration, graphic, mentions of NK-orea. It's quite disturbing and angsty. MAJOR tearjerker. Timeline: Pre-S1 + follows the plot of S1. This follows the story of Choe-Gu Sung, Makishma's accomplice, and his entry and activities in Japan. Explores family life with his younger sister Suseon and his friend Guynthae. It covers a major portion of his backstory in N-K and his eventual friendship with Makishima. If you felt nothing for this guy in S1, believe me, you will be sobbing through this one. He deserved a better ending ftw.

That's all. If I find anything else, I'll add it in another post. Enjoy delving into the world of Psycho-Pass in-depth, and don't forget the words said by a certain Enforcer:

When it's all over, you can cry as much as you like.

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lunitawrites · 7 months

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The Oddly Specific Fic Recs - pt 2

Hey babes,

I am back with another part of the series, where we hyperfixate on a very specific thing for weeks on end.

First of all this is a shoutout for all the incredible writers who provided us with these fics.

Secondly, it´s an invitation for everyone to share fics in the comments that have these motifs (or the ones in the first part), I would be eternally grateful.

TW: dark themes and bad jokes under the read more, open at your own risk

Nipple orgasm

Having an orgasm from just nipple play. Need I say more?

flesh and metal by @swiftispunk

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Guilty by @chloeangelic

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Joel penetrates you with an object...not made for penetration

Beerbottles, flashlights, you name it.

cowboy like me part 8 by @macfrog

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truth or dare by @joelscruff

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I´m starving, darlin´ by @me-and-your-husband

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Being degraded for not knowing who is the father of your (hypothetical) child

Breeding kink with a twist, I guess.

Liquid gold by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

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Every inch 3 by @toxicanonymity

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Awesome blowjobs

I am a sucker for blowjobs, the rougher the better. Pun intended.

Cup of Sugar by @strang3lov3

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Blow by @toxicanonymity

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some rotten man by @iamasaddie

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Fucked by both Javier Pena and Joel Miller

It happens very differently, but both of them left me hot and bothered.

Blackmail by @milla-frenchy

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Yes Father IV by @chloeangelic

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Series where they do all the nasty, but they have not kissed

Yes, this is a category. Yes, it makes me feel things.

OG Raider Joel by @toxicanonymity

I know it when I see it by @bageldaddy

Joel jerks off

A special category dedicated to the amazing @toxicanonymity, who is the co-curator of this list at this point.

Silence can never be bough, only rented part 2 by @toxicanonymity

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Instagram by @toxicanonymity

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Soaked by @macfrog

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Your summer dream day 3 bonus by @swiftispunk

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Caught by @gracieispunk

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Self-Indulgent Tendencies by @strang3lov3

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Shared by Tess and Joel

This is also a special category, dedicated to @walkintotheriveranddisappear who made September better with her dark fics.

you need to relax sweetheart by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

you can´t trust anyone these days by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

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Toesucking

Standalone category for the unreleased next part of A lover´s pinch, where Prof Joel will suck toes like his life depends on it. Jokes aside, this series is amazing with or without feet kink, so please read it.

A lover´s pinch part 5 by @hier--soir

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Thank you for reading and don´t forget to share your oddly specific fic recs!

Love,

Luna

#joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #fic recs #fic rec list #fic recommendation

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trashcanfills · 2 years

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Self Aware Genshin Impact AU - Divine Guide who’s already Married Concept Intro

Because I somehow want the genshin cast to suffer in this specific way lmao and also inspired by some other users post but i cant rmb who hvrcecrnmfaetvu

This is a very specific AU for the sagau cult idea, whereby it is kind of the typical genshin player gets isekai’d into Teyvat and has a cult following thanks to their interference as a player, except the player wants to go back home and aren’t that reciprocal of their acolytes’ love and devotion…

…because they already have a spouse back in their og world, and rather be reunited with them than be alone worshipped at a pedestal they believe they dont really deserve.

Cue astonishment and outrage among the acolytes because how is it that their beloved deity is married and no one knows abt it??? (Turns out some characters suspected it due to a few of the player’s offhand comments during gameplay that hinted them being already attached to someone, except they were kinda in denial/not focused on that part…until the Divine Guide descends and later reveals that info. Oof)

Not to mention that these characters cant help but fall in love/obsession with the Divine Guide due to their kind and patient presence. The moment the acolytes know that the Divine Guide has made an appearance in Teyvat, they think that they had a chance to show their devotion to the Guide, and possibly prove their worth to be one of their potential lovers.

Unfortunately, the Divine Guide does not see the acolytes in that way, because they already have a lover that practically seems like their soulmate based on how the Guide wistfully reminisces and gleefully gushes abt their spouse from time to time.

Because of that theres a good amt of jealousy esp from the more devoted and obsessive acolytes. Like they are grateful to you, who is doing their best to remain impartial and equally appreciative of everyone.

Yet the acolytes just see the absolute love and affection you have whenever you mention your lover and they just…cant help but feel envious of your spouse and wish they could be in their place.

Of course, since its only the Divine Guide that came to Teyvat, the acolytes try to subtly push their deity to move on from their lover. Like yes it is such a shame your lover didnt cross over as well, but would you really prefer to keep mourning over what could have been when there is a new world with dedicated followers at your beck and call? What abt these people who want to thank and worship you for the kindness you have done for them? It would be better for you to look up and live in the present than dwell in the past or wishful thinking that amount to nothing, no?

Just to make this all the more spicier, at some point maybe a couple of months or even a year since the arrival of the Divine Guide aka the player in Teyvat, their spouse ends up getting isekai’d in as well.

Once the Guide aka the og player discovers them, they are ecstatic to have their lover with them, and whether the two decide to stay tgt in Teyvat or secretly figure out how to go back home is up to them, but oh boi the acolytes end up getting the shock of their lives (and oh boi the green gazes as they witness the reunion). Imagine the multitude of reactions from cast, esp when you decide to continue on your loving relationship and declare that your lover, now known as the Divine Consort, to be treated with the same respect as you.

Some are envious, and secretly despise your spouse because they feel that the Consort is unworthy of your love and affection. Some are dejected or upset, and are either willing to give them a chance or hesitant to because they are still unsure. Some are willing to worship the spouse along with their beloved deity, and find the Consort really cool in their own right. Some might end up liking the spouse to the point they wonder if both the Divine Guide and the Divine Consort would be open to having other lovers…

#self aware genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #genshin self aware #sagau #genshin impact self aware #self aware genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #sagau cult au #i dunno why but I just enjoy seeing the characters suffer from unrequited love and cant do shit abt it

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personasintro · 7 months

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hey mimi I hope you are well and having a good week thus far 🫶🏻 - just wanted to say that MH is my OG fav but there's just something about employed! maybe it's cause I'm a sucker for e2l tropes, but also especially after the last chapter i, something about it just hits different and I cannot wait to see how this story unravels! extremely excited for this one, I even feel it has potential to perhaps be bigger than MH 🤭 - thank you for your dedication 🥹, stay well and healthy always 🫶🏻

Ahhh well I don’t expect it to be bigger or anything from it tbh! But I hope you’ll enjoy the story either way and I also hope I’ll do a proper justice to e2l trope! I can’t wait to explore more of Employed universe 💓

Thank you for the love and have the loveliest day 🫂💓

#💜

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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♥️ Criminal Minds Masterlist ♥️

Criminal Minds Masterlist: Below you will find a plethora of works dedicated to the one and only Criminal Minds. Please take a look at my Character List and Prompt List in my pinned Masterpost regarding who I write and some ideas of what to request.

Derek Morgan:

On Purpose:

Summary/Request: "heyyy bestie,,,trope 1 with Derek Morgan?"

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Luke Alvez:

Too Much:

Summary/Request: "hi! could i get unresolved sexual tension with luke alvez? please and thank you!! :)"

By Myself:

Summary/Request: "could i pretty pls get some angst because of an argument having to do w him working too much"

Rivals:

Summary/Request: "would u mind doing some luke alvez, rivals to lovers (cant get that trope out of my head), or the whole one bed thing."

Insufferable:

Summary/Request: "How about prompt 16 “I won’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing,” + Mutual pining?"

Luke Alvez Fluff Alphabet

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Spencer Reid:

Nose In The Books: Part 2

Summary/Request: "spicy enemies-to-lovers type of flirting between Spencer and Reader but in a Christmas setting??"

Not Stalking:

Summary/Request: "Let’s get some Spencer Reid 😩😩 maybe like flirtatious bickering? Like reader’s doing something and Spencer’s like “you’re doing it wrong” and readers like “no” and he’s like “yeah” and they’re like “then show me how to do it right” : D love you!! AND THE NEW THEME OMG"

Just Ask:

Summary/Request: "pleaseee more spencer blurbs i loved the christmas one and id genuinely would love just any type of settling just make it very fluffy, i loveee how u write spencer so thank you"

Winging It:

Summary/Request: "You're being mean." and “Did I stutter?”

Be In Your Arms:

Summary/Request: "I also adore your prompt list so I'm here to request maybe prompts 18 and 21? Some soft!spencer with a lot of fluff. Poor guy just needs some affection lol."

Tension:

Summary/Request: "Today I’m thinking maybe a lil Spencer x reader, annoyance to lovers (to smut el oh el)!! Tension building with a case or maybe after a case, reader and Spence were butting heads the whole time and something just SNAPS!"

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Aaron Hotchner:

My Agent:

Summary/Request: "6,7,8 with Hotch 😌 any genre!"

Kiss Up:

Summary/Request: "Maybe 12 and 17 with Aaron Hotchner? Happy end though, please 🥺 We can't hurt this man more than necessary.."

Skittish:

Summary/Request: "okay, bestie ily! I am back like a thirsty whore! but this time my daddy issues have brought forth the desire for Aaron hotchner :,) lmfao! I'd like some hurt comfort relating to my current neck issues (you know the drill)."

Take Out:

Summary/Request: "Can you write prompts 13 and 21 with Aaron Hotchner please?"

Pay Raise:

Summary/Request: "I wanted to challenge you to write a Hotch x nanny!reader!! Like he hires her to be on call to take care of Jack while he's away and he comes home late after a case and he's just beat the fuck up and tired and Jack's asleep???"

At Your Doorstep:

Summary/Request: "Please do quotes 13 and 25, maybe a bit steamy?"

Legs Wouldn't Let Me Go:

Summary/Request: "Hotch for 13 + 24. 🥰 congrats my love!"

Think Twice:

Summary/Request: "Can I request something angsty with the prompts 11 and 15 for Aaron Hotchner?"

Bloody Shirt:

Summary/Request: "can I pretty please request 2 and 8 for my og love Agent Hotchner?"

#derek morgan #derek morgan x reader #luke alvez #luke alvez x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fic

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baldursgate3gayz · 3 months

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I hate this god you have become (and miss the man you once were)

Trigger warning: death, talk of past abuse/sex abuse

Word Count: 5013

‘This was off-putting,’ Gale thought.

He’d received an unusual message, some stranger’s magical prayer to him that just had a location but no other information. Curiosity led him to follow the message, and when he opened his eyes after teleporting, he was even more confused.

It was a temple, one that was actually dedicated to himself, but unlike the others he had visited, this one seemed untaken care of. He was at the top of a grand stone staircase in the heart of some garden, but what was probably once a beautiful landscape was dead and dirty. The stone around him looked as if it had seen battled or been abused by some madman caretaker. The foliage that was around was welted and looked frail as they seemed one weak breeze away from collapsing. It felt uncomfortable; it made the god wary, and he almost left, but a pop from inside the temple caught his attention. He made his way to the building, attentive for anything out of the usual.

It was a rather grand temple despite its worn-down condition. It was a single large room with scattered about damaged pews, and in the center towards the back was a statue of Gale. There were some cracks and pieces missing from it, but was in the best condition out of everything else the god had seen. He almost didn’t notice the person standing at the foot og it, behind a stone table. They were wearing a long, worn down looking black robe that was so long it trailed on the floor around them. They had stark white hair with dulling blue tips that Gale just barely made out in the weak torch lighting that was dotted around the room. Gale’s heart skipped a beat when he saw it; there was only one person he knew with such hair.

They turned sharply, and Gale almost fell to the ground as Tharan revealed himself in the dim light. The half drow and god stared at each other. There was something off about the man, something Gale hadn’t seen in his other inactions with him. There was a craziness to his eyes, a wild, uncontrollable look. For the first time, Gale felt wary.

“Hello, Tharan,” He said, as he always did.

He waited for the other man to respond, as he always did. He wasn’t expecting him to clap so loudly that it echoed through the temple and rang in his ears. He also wasn’t expecting Tharan to turn back around and throw his arms out.

“Friends and family! We thank you for gathering here today as we take time to remember dear old Tharan,” The sorcerer’s voice boomed out, echoing through the temple. Gale frowned in confusion. “A man remembered by many as the leader of the group who defeated the Dead Three’s Absolute plot that would’ve destroyed all of Faerun!” There was a pop of a weak lightning spell that came from Tharan’s fingers. Gale wondered if it was supposed to add a weird dramatic affecting, especially when the half drow looked down at his hands and sighed. There was a deep sadness in his face, something the god had never quite seen before. “But!” He shouted unexpectedly, startling Gale as he snapped out of that sadness. “There was more to him than just the stories that are told so often nowadays. Like many heroes, he dropped off the map after his victory, becoming a deranged, pathetic old man, all for some old lover. One may call it Tharan’s Folly,” He practically shouted.

Those words made Gale angry. Whatever was going on with Tharan, that was a line too far, and he thought the half drow would’ve known that. Those words also echoed throughout the temple as if they were taunting the god. “Tharan, what in the hells is this?” He asked through his teeth, trying to get across his frustration so the other man would stop with the theatrics. Instead, the sorcerer turned around to look at him, a dramatic shocked expression on his face. “Gale!” He exclaimed in a disapproving tone. “I know your mother most definitely taught you proper manners during a funeral. It’s rather rude to interrupt the opening speech,” Tharan snapped. The god stared up at him for a second before shaking his head. “Funeral? I-” He cut himself off as he looked at the other man. That wildness that in the half drow’s eyes seemed to get worse. Tharan had acted strange the other times they had met since his ascension so he wondered if this was another one of those times. “What’s the meaning of all this? I feel like you’re trying to make some sort of point.” He said, crossing his arms. The other man’s eyebrow shot up. “Meaning? There is none; this is my funeral,” Tharan stated bluntly, scoffing as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Gale frowned. “You are not dying, Tharan,” He said lowly; he didn’t find this joke funny. The half drow’s eyes narrowed down at him as he leaned down where he stood above the man at the top of the short set of stairs in front of the statue.

“How would you know?” The sorcerer hissed.

The god’s pounding, angry heart faltered, but he ignored it, pushing the building worried feeling away. “This is not funny, Tharan-” A loud, high-pitched fake laugh interrupted him. “And what about this isn’t funny? After all, it’s only the death of me,” The half drow said with a snide angry voice. That sick, worried feeling in Gale’s gut deepened and started to crawl to his chest. For a long moment, they stared at each other. The god felt his skin cry under the glaring eyes of the other man, filled with so much anger. Tharan opened his mouth as if ready to say something, but he stopped and shook his head. “You know what’s truly funny?” He asked instead, stepping to the side of the alter, his ragged robe bellowing behind him. Gale wondered if he somehow enchanted it to have a dramatic flare.

“When Mystra broke up with you, you isolated yourself. You drove everyone wavy while wallowing in your own pity,” The half drow said, a taunting smile on his lips. The God opened his mouth to snap at the other and reprimand him for bringing up that horrible bitch’s name, but Tharan continued before he could. “When you left me, I did the same thing. I drove everyone away as I morphed into a cold, bitter old man,” Anger seeped through Tharan’s voice as he began to descend down the stairs. “That wasn’t the same! I was a danger to people!” Gale managed to counter, puffing out his chest. “Either way, I’ve always been here for you! I’ve reached out countless times!” He was shocked when the sorcerer rolled his eyes. “Four times is not countless, Gale. And either way, what makes you think I’m not a danger?” Tharan asked, his voice condescending as if he was talking to a disobedient child and not a god. But that did make Gale pause for a moment; there was no way it had only been four times. There had to have been more; there had to be.

Still, the god shook his head. “Why did you call me here, Tharan?” He questioned, trying to ignore the anger he felt. Again, the half drow laughed a fake, dry laugh. “I already told you, it’s my funeral! I mean, who else would show up than the dead man and his ex-lover?” Tharan snapped, his voice getting louder with every word. Gale stared up at him for a moment, trying to figure out just what exactly was going on. The sorcerer was talking crazy to the point where the god was worried the other man had been drugged and maybe cursed. “You aren’t making any sense,” Gale decided to say, taking a step back as he frowned deeper. The sorcerer’s glare deepened, and stepped closer to the other man, leaving into his space. “Godhood has made you dumb, it seems,” Tharan taunted, shaking his head. “Very well, allow me to spell it out for you. No one else is here, and there is no one else coming,” The man finished his sentence with an overdramatic flourish of his robe. The god’s mouth fell open in confusion, and he tried to find logic in the other man. He could keep fighting this, but he felt it would be an endless cycle, especially with the half drow’s tenacity he seemed to have now. Instead, Gale threw his hands up in defeat. “Fine, I will play along,” He sighed. “Why aren’t they coming?”

“Why don’t you think!?” Tharan screamed, which made the god stumble back at his volatility. The echoes of the screams ringing in his ears. “I’ve driven them all away! I’ve spent the past eighty years thinking about one person, talking about one fucking person,” The screams were strained, hysterical as the half drow’s eyes filled with immense hate. “I have gone from loving to hating you back and forth for so long. No one wanted to watch it anymore,” Tharan finished, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Gale’s mind felt scattered from his sudden outburst as he scrambled to find something to say. “I..” He stammered, especially as the gaze of hate the sorcerer was giving him intensified. The god had a desire to match the anger he was getting, almost as if to show the other man just how ridiculous he was acting. “If they were your friends, they should’ve tried to help you,” He tried to say with confidence; he wasn’t sure if he was successful. “They did!” The half drow howled. “Do you know how many times I heard them say I was dying over you? That I was killing myself with the grief of you leaving me? They couldn’t handle it anymore,” Tharan cried out.

Anger began boiling in Gale, his fists clenched. He felt betrayed, thrown into the fire of something that was not what it seemed. “Did they tell you that?” He asked. “Are they the ones that made me the villain of this story of yours?” The sorcerer’s face suddenly grew deadly serious. “You were the villain as soon as you used that crown,” He said, cold and quiet. The god tried desperately to ignore the hurt ache his heart gave at that, brushing off that horrible feeling that was filling his chest. “Well, if they truly cared, they wouldn’t have given up,” Gale tried to argue back with a forced smug grin. Some part of him was screaming, disgusted by his words towards the half drow. This was Tharan he was talking to, the love of his life, but he felt this need to stand his ground. He didn’t want to be the villain; he didn’t think he was, or so he believed. “It’s been a long time since we defeated the absolute Gale; I doubt you realize that,” The sorcerer answered somberly. It was the first time in their interaction that the god heard a deep, true sadness in his voice. His eyes were clouded with grief. Again, the god’s heart thumped painfully. “That Tharan from then died the day you became a god. My friends… Our friends had to pull away for their own well-being. They no longer wanted to see what I had become,” Tharan turned away, staring off blankly. “I couldn’t argue against them; I didn’t want them to see this husk of their dead friend anymore either, so I agreed to stay away,” He finished quietly, still staring off. Gale swallowed against his tight throat.

“You aren’t dead, Tharan,” He said, voice shakey despite his efforts to try and seem confident.

There was a very long stretch of silence as the god stared at the half drow. He was still looking off, face stone still. Gale felt that itch to try and fill the silence; he wanted to step forward and fix this. He could if he offered the power of a god to the other man again, and Tharan accepted it. He could mend this, and everything would be fine. That feeling eating away at his chest would go away, the half drow would be the man Gale remembered, and all of this would fade away into a horrible memory. Before he could open his mouth, though, Tharan slowly turned his head to look at Gale. A fearful shudder shot through the god’s spine at those dead eyes boring into him.

“I might as well be.” He said, voice flat and low.

Those words felt like knives in Gale’s chest, the pain making all the air the god had vanish. Any confidence he had built disappeared to shame. He desperately tried to brush it away, but those cold eyes fixated on him wouldn’t let it. It was almost like the half drow was controlling the feeling deep in Gale. Eventually, Tharan’s eyes drifted away as he walked past the god, his dramatic robe brushing against his skin. The man stood at the entrance of the temple, looking out into the dark night sky. The god turned to look at him fully, fighting the desire to reach out and place his hand on the half drow’s shoulder.

“Do you know what makes this all just… so much worse?” Tharan eventually asked. “I caused all of this. If I had stood my ground, tried harder to sway you from this path, then maybe…” He looked over his shoulder at Gale. His eye, the one Volo had replaced, was far duller than the god remembered it being. “What do you mean?” Gale asked softly. The sorcerer’s eye flickered away again. “When we were in Baldur’s Gate after we found the book of Karsus. You showed me the Outer Planes, you asked me if I would agree to you using the crown,” The sorcerer’s eyes came back to Gale’s. The god remembered, at least kind of. “I protested at first. I said that I didn't need a god, that I just wanted you as you were, but you pushed back, and I…” Tharan’s eyes squeezed shut as he turned away from the god again. His shoulders shook very slightly, and Gale swore he heard a muffled sob. “I didn’t want to lose you,” The half drow started, his voice shaky. “You were the best thing I had ever experienced in so many years, and I was terrified of losing you,” He gave an unamused laugh; it was forced. “That’s why I agreed, but I lost you anyway. All I did was sentence myself to another eighty years of misery,” The sorcerer said. There was another stifled sob, but this time it was louder. Gale frowned in confusion as he gained the confidence to reach out for the other man. “Another?” The god asked softly, just as he was about to place his hand on the other man’s shoulder.

Suddenly, Tharsn’s entire body went rigid and snapped around, causing Gale to stumble back from the suddenness of it all. The half drow’s eyes were so wide. There were some specks of tears, but there was also a crazed, angry look. This anger was different, though; this was something Gale had never seen before from the man. This was a boiling, roaring disgust, a deep-seated hatred that must have been festering for a long, long time, and the god was the one responsible for it. He didn’t need to be told; he could feel it blazing in the other man’s eyes. He was so distracted by the hate that he was caught off guard by the howling screech Tharan let out.

“I cannot believe I was so foolish!” He screamed, echoing not only in the temple but to the courtyard below. “How unbelievably fucking stupid of me,” The sorcerer’s arms were being thrown about as he began wildly moving. Gale’s stomach turned into anxious knots at the erratic movements. “What a godsdamn waste of eighty fucking years!” Tharan screamed; it was strained as he did it at the top of his lungs. An explosive pop came out of the half drow’s fingertips as he bellowed out. Gale felt the heat of the magic from his spot, and it burned through the ground with as much anger as the other man seemed to have. “Tharan!” The god shouted, taking another step back to avoid the wild magic. He almost fell when the other man suddenly teleported to him, getting right inot the god’s face. “You know,” Tharan had tears going down his cheeks. “I had hoped, a small foolish bit of me had hoped that you spent the last years thinking about me the same ridiculous amount that I have thought of you,” The man hissed, making Gale trip backward as the sorcerer crowded him back. The god was too stunned to try to speak; he felt tiny in comparison to the half drow’s explosive anger. Tharan stopped moving to let out a howl of hate. “What an idiot I am! What a fucking fool I have been to spend all these years blubbering and crying over you and you… and… You…” He trailed off, struggling to catch his breath. Gale watched as the tears began to pour from his eyes. With the sorcerer so close, the god began to see more details of his face he hadn’t noticed before. His hair was no longer bright white but was greyer and thicker. Deep wrinkles made his face sunken in, and his skin seemed far more leathery. His cheekbones were much more prominent as his skin seemed to cling to his skull, no longer able to fill out his face. When Tharan’s eyes locked onto Gale’s, he wondered if they had always looked so weathered. “You don’t remember what my life was like before we met. You were the only one I had told and you don’t even remember.” The half drow’s voice was so quiet, it shook so weakly. Gale bit his tongue to stop his own tears; this wasn’t his place to cry.

“Tharan… I’m so sorry, I should-” The gods started to say as he reached out for the other man, but Tharan pulled away. “I remember everything you ever told me. The yawning portal, you summoning Tara, the story of your orb, your amazing mother, how you struggled with students, your occasional hand at poetry, that hundar sauce you made with a wallop of a kick, and so much more,” The sorcerer said as he glared down the god. His tears were still falling. “I have played each and every one of our conversations in my head over and over again for eighty years. And you remember nothing of my past?” Tharan asked, this time his voice was quiet with devastation as his eyes grew deeply sad.

Gale wanted to say that he did remember; he wanted to recall those memories with the same clarity that the half drow had, but he couldn’t. Everything before the crown, all the pain and misery caused by Mystra, became covered by what he thought of as a frosted window. The god found those memories blurry and indistinguishable, but they weren’t the only memories. Everything was obscured to the god, including his time with Tharan. His feelings were still there; he had an overwhelming love for the half drow that never went away, but the times they shared were also behind that window. Gale hung his head, willingly showing shame for the first time since coming to the temple. “I’m sorry, Tharan, I don’t remember,” He fumbled through his words, finding it hard to speak past the lump in his throat and the pain in his chest. There was a sad scoff that made him tilt his head up to look at the sorcerer. “I shouldn’t tell you; you should remember,” Tharan said through his tears. He closed his eyes before taking a few deep breaths, seemingly trying to calm himself. When his eyes reopened, he deliberately kept his gaze from Gale’s.

“I grew up in the Underdark to a hateful father with seven half-siblings. He hated us all, but especially me for being the half drow dumped on his front step one day,” Gale tried to remember this story, but his mind could not find it. It made him sick. “One day, I walked into my father brutally beating one of my younger siblings. I snapped, exploded actually, and ended up killing my entire family when I did. It was the day I learned I was a wild magic user,” Tharan spoke in a choppy manner and his eyes seemed to be somewhere else. “After that, I was dropped off at some guild. From ten to twenty, I lived there. They weren’t a family, but they took care of me,” The sorcerer’s eyes darkened. “Until they didn’t,”

“They had me meet with a devil; Dharmos was his name. We only had one exchange, giving each other our names, nothing more. At least, I thought nothing of it,” The frown the half drow had deepened even more, a hate once again in his eyes. “I didn't know the guild had sold me to him until I was already in the hells, chained and now wed to the devil,” Tharan slowly lifted his left hand, and Gale saw a deep indent around his ring finger. It truly surprised him; he swore he had never seen that before, or maybe he… He couldn’t remember it. “The next eighty years were full of torment as Dharmos’ husband,” More tears were coming down the man’s cheek, and before Gale could stop himself, he reached out and wiped them with his thumb. The movement felt familiar, like he was reenacting a memory. The two men stared at each other briefly, and Gale felt he could suddenly feel everything clearer. This felt right, the two of them sharing the moment together. The god felt as if nothing could harm them, that nothing bad could happen. It didn’t last, though, as Tharan frowned as he roughly pushed Gale’s hand away. Shame, again, burned through the god. The half drow glared him down again before turning out to the night sky again.

“I was caged and tortured, treated like I was less than nothing. He’d muzzled and gaged me when he didn’t want to hear my cries. He’d have my bones crushed, had my fingernails ripped off, broke my limbs, snapped my fingers over and over again,” There was a pain in the sorcerer’s voice but also this strange nostalgia. Gale felt sick at the implications that carried as if the other man wished to be back there. “I was kept from food and water for agonizing amounts of days. He’d crave into my skin like I was a canvas for his artwork. He would rape me or have me raped whenever and wherever he desired, but I wasn’t able to fight for myself,” The god watched Tharan’s fist tighten as his shoulder slowly tensed up. “And I told myself there must be some reason he was doing it, but no, there was no reason. No other reasons than for his sick, sadistic pleasure,” The tension suddenly skyrocketed. Sparks began to crackle around the half drow. He took a few steps forward, now outside of the temple at the top of the stairs, looking out into the darkness. “And you don’t remember any of that?” His voice was quiet, but it still managed to echo. Gale felt himself shrink down as the sorcerer snapped around to glare at him. The god was pinned down by those eyes, the anger and sadness behind them.

“What a waste,” Tharan whispered.

Gale felt defeated at those worlds; he felt everything he’d done to get here weigh down on his shoulders. How could he have let this happen? How had it been so long? How had he tried so little to get Tharan to join him in godhood?

How had he let the love of his life suffer for so long?

He could fix this, though; he could make things right. Gale would make the half drow a god, and all of this would go away; they could fix it together. He can make it up to the sorcerer. He took in a deep breath, which was a bit of a struggle against the nerves in his chest. He couldn’t wait for that feeling to go away. The god opened his mouth to speak, but the half drow took a few steps down the stairs, and Gale scrambled to follow him. He forced himself to stand next to the other despite his fear. Tharan didn’t look at him though, instead up at the stars.

“Tharan,” The god’s voice was shaky. “I… Let me make it up to you; I could fix this; I could fix you if I made you a god,” He tried to make his words solid, trying to put on an air of confidence. “Please, I want you by my side again, besides…” Gale sighed, taking a careful step toward the sorcerer. “I owe you that,” For a long moment, Tharan stared up at the sky, his face unchanging. Gale could feel his confidence slipping away, his body wavering under the silence. Then, the half drow turned to him, and the god’s confidence grew for a second until he saw the hateful look the sorcerer had.

“There is nothing left to fix,” Tharan answered coldly.

For once in his foolish life, Gale could find no words.

The sorcerer looked towards the sky again as he sighed. The god followed his eyes, he was surprised by the color changing in the sky. It felt like time was going so fast.

“A new dawn,” Tharan spoke softly. “For an ending life,”

Before the god could say anything, the half drow collapsed to the ground, shocking Gale. The other man’s robe bellowed out around him as he fell, splayed out like a shadow consuming the sorcerer. The god dropped to his knees with a cry of Tharan’s name that echoed around him. Reflexively, he grabbed the man and was surprised that he actually leaned against the god. Gale carefully placed Tharan on his lap and cradled his upper body. Now that he was holding him, the god felt just how bony the half drow had become, how light he felt against Gale. His skin was so shallow, his eyes dull, and there was a deep, aged sadness that sunk in the sorcerer’s entire body. That’s when it washed over the god, with his lover collapsed in his arms.

Tharan was dying, and it was Gale’s fault.

He was dying of heartbreak all because of Gale.

Tears began to cloud the god’s vision; they took hold of his throat, practically choking him. It was a miracle he managed to speak. “Please, Tharan, I’m so sorry I can’t,” A sob crawled out of his throat. “I can't lose you, too,”

A frail hand reached up to his cheek, forcing Gale to look down at Tharan. Those eyes he looked into were unrelenting.

‘You already did,” The half drow choked out. The god shook his head, whether out of denial or sadness, even he wasn’t sure.

“I love you,” Gale sobbed, his body shaking as he reached a hand up to the one on his cheek. Tharan’s weakly pulled away.

“I loved the man you were,” He said back, weak but still angry.

All Gale could do was cry.

He looked away as he hung his head; he couldn’t make himself look down at Tharan. He was startled when the god felt a weak yank to his robe and forced himself to look down at the sorcerer. Tharan’s face was so… old and tired. The man opened his mouth and few times, and his eyes fluttered a little before he managed a weak voice.

“I hope this tortures you for as long as it did me. I hope you suffer with this pain for eternity. I hope this feeling haunts you for the rest of your time,” Tharan’s hand dropped away limply, his breaths grew even more shallow as he stared up past Gale’s head.

“And I hope it was worth it.”

His voice faded, his breaths weakened and his eyes clouded over. There was a moment where Gale saw this spark in the man’s eyes, something that sued to be a full sparkle of magic but now a weak blink of the light. The chaos that roared in the sorcerer was burning out.

Gale opened his mouth, ready to plea and beg for Tharan to stay with him, but before he could, the man just… fell limp.

His arm dropped, his head sagged back and his eyes blanked. A vibration that was all around that Gale hadn’t even noticed disappeared. Tharan’s wild magic disappeared from the realm.

“No,” The god whimpered as he grabbed the half drow’s hand. “You can’t leave me, Tharan. Not like this,” He begged, willing the man to move. But he didn’t. His eyes stayed still. A sob crawled out of Gale as he pulled Tharan closer, begging into the air for any movement, a beat of the half drow’s heart. Yet there was nothing; his heart was unmoving. “Please come back. I need to fix this,” The god’s cries became louder, he no longer cared to try and control himself.

The shame he was tried ton push away began to flood him, grief drowning him. He felt like he couldn’t breath; he couldn’t think he was underwater, and the only man who could help him was now dead in his arms.

Killed by Gale.

“It wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t worth it.” He repeated over and over to the sorcerer, not that it mattered.

It was too late; Gale was far too late.

So the wizard sat, holding the dead sorcerer in his arms, dead by the hands of the man who chose to be a god.

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Hello, I managed to write my angry version and it ended up being a lot longer than expected :) There is an ending I will be writing soon, but it will mainly be dialogue-based before rolling into hopefully a new series if I can make myself do it.

Again, I have no ascended Gale nor finished the game so I don't really know how it goes but this is what I feel like would happen cause I a) love writing video game men I love being bad people and b) Gale gets icky if you agree to give him the crown so I can kinda assume what he'd be like ascended which I don't like :(

Thanks for reading and here is the other version if you'd like to read that too!

Also, the Ao3 link to the original fanfic where this part has been added.

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