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Warm Blood

Gale / Astarion x F! Tav

(Warm Water part 3, can be read alone)

18+ miscommunication, misplaced anger, sex as a tool, yearning, confessed feelings, urgent sex, restraint, dom Gale, oral (f!), fingering (f!), masturbation (m!), marking, a little silliness

With a sanguine competitor now circling with the large druid, Gale can no longer put off his advances...

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She hissed gently as he readjusted his hold. He would have to find a new vein it seemed. Even with him closing her wounds, their nightly feeding sessions left her skin tender to touch.

Her generosity staggered him. His body feeling far better in these last few weeks than it had in centuries. Lithe and strong. The bone aching cold he had resigned himself to thawed by her warm blood, her molten body pressed against his when he fed. Her rich blood nourishing him to his core.

Though, their arrangement made him uncomfortable on a fundamental level. She not only didn't gain anything in this exchange, she actively lost something. It was too unbalanced, and he'd be a fool if he thought the other shoe wasn't poised to drop. She would want something in return eventually, and there was only one thing he could offer.

Taking slow mouthfuls, he wound his hands around her waist. Kneading the flesh languidly.

It had baffled him when she had politely turned him down at the tiefling party. She was so handsy and touch driven, he was sure seducing her would have been rather easy. Though, there was still time. As far as he could tell she wasn't tied to anyone yet, though there were several circling already.

He slid the movements of his mouth from purely practical to sensual. Kissing and suckling gently as he drank.

She hummed, stroking his hair through her fingers.

Finding that encouraging, he slid one hand around her hip. The other rising to her ribcage, heading north.

She froze then. "Astarion, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He purred, licking her wound closed with far more tongue than needed. Dragging a flat line up her neck. "Tasting you, darling."

"Why?" Her tone genuinely curious.

He scoffed, pulling back. "What do you mean why? You're beautiful."

"I am, but that doesn't answer my question."

Gods she was aggravating. Heat rose to his neck, her blood fueling the rush.

"Is it so unbelievable that I would want you? You must know your company is highly sought after." He tried for more compliments to loosen her up. But no dice.

"Huh, interesting." She narrowed her eyes slightly at him, lips pursing in thought. "So it's out of obligation."

He threw his hands up, eyes rising to the roof of his tent. His frustration breaking his mask.

"Of course it's out of obligation!"

Far too late, he realized what he said. Eyes lowering to hers slowly. Anxiety throttling his spine.

She only tilted her head at him slightly.

"It's okay. You don't have to, Astarion." She held her hand palm up. "Are you still hungry?"

He blinked at her. Anger flaring through him again. Though for what he couldn't pinpoint.

"So I just drink you dry every night, and you get nothing in return?" He retorted.

"How do you figure I get nothing out of this?" She asked in that aggravating curious tone, not matching his anger at all.

"Gods, don't give me that." His voice rose, standing and starting to pace. "That's not how the world works! There is give and take, and all I've done is take!"

She watched him continue to tirade quietly, appearing to just be listening. Somehow, that made him more heated.

Soon he slowed, his rant winding down. She watched patiently, open and waiting for him.

"Are you ready to hear what I think?" The question genuine and not rhetorical.

He huffed, breath still hard from his efforts.

"Fine. What?" He sniped, aware that he was being childish but too wound up to stop.

"I think you and I have a lot more in common than you realize, and I think I understand more than you give me credit for."

She paused, gathering her thoughts. "When all you get from people is pain, that's what you come to find in them. Even when it's not there. And when you don't get it, it's frightening. Yes?"

The air vanished from his lungs. Her eyebrows raised slightly, seeing that she had gotten through to him.

"In the Underdark, the only hand that reached for you was painful." She pulled up her sleeve, the tapestry of scars criss-crossing her dark skin revealed to him. "So that's what you naturally associate touch with. Anger. Fear of the flesh is survival."

She smoothed her fingers in a self soothing arc across the deep tissue. "You think I seek out touch because I'm naive, or even easy."

She looked up at him, those topaz eyes cutting straight through him. "But I know pain, Astarion. Intimately. I understand deeply why you have come to where you are, why you need to push others away. It's safe that way, yeah?"

He could only nod.

"You're right. It is safer." She conceded, smiling. Pulling her sleeve down. "Can't fault you for that. But I'm greedy, I want more than just safe. And touch is so much more than pain when you let it be."

His jaw clenched, biting back the lump that had risen in his throat. Wanting to retort, but finding no words that could validate him.

His hand shot forward, pulling her into him. Her soft lips sliding against his. Pulsing out his frustration into her plush mouth, needing so much more than he had taken.

She kissed him back tenderly, saying her piece. Not falling into his angry pit for a moment. Her soft touch in clear defiance to his inciting.

He pulled away, hearing footsteps approaching.

"Everything alright? I heard shouting." Gale lifted the flap of his tent. Making eye contact with her punctured throat with clear distaste.

"It's okay, thank you for checking." She responded warmly.

Astarion glared at him over her shoulder, the wizard giving him an equally leveling look.

"I think we could use some space, actually." She said impartially, turning to him. "Are you okay to stop for the night? I could give you a few bottles."

He sighed, rolling his eyes. "I think I can manage not withering away without this copious doting, darling."

She patted his arm, nodding. "I'll bring the bottles."

"Has anyone ever told you you're infuriating?"

She only smiled at him, turning to take Gale's upturned hand. Rising out of his tent. The flap falling closed on him alone again.

He flopped face down, groaning.

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After she quietly dropped off two bottles of blood at the entertance to the crimson tent, Gale took her small warm hand in his. Leading her to the view overlooking the edge of the city. They were so close, the precipice at their fingertips.

She sighed wistfully, pulling him to sit with her on the grass.

"Baldur's Gate." She mused dreamily. "I wonder if it's as awful as I've heard."

He barked out a laugh. "Oh, I'm sure it's just atrocious. We're sure to hate it."

She laughed too, then gave a little thoughtful wince. "Ooh, Halsin is definitely going to hate it."

He was sure the druid was a fine person, but given his leanings, Gale was less concerned.

"Well, he can always stay outside. Who knows how much room our new camp will have anyway..."

She rolled her eyes at him, knocking her knee against his.

He caught her knee in his hand before she could pull it back. Rubbing his thumb in slow circles.

She slid up flush to him easily, leaning her head into the curve his shoulder.

"How are you feeling?" She whispered, the backs of her knuckles gently knocking on his chest.

"Ah, that." He chuckled, slightly embarrassed at her concern. "Oh, you know. Heartache is nothing new to me."

She leaned her head back and sighed dramatically at his joke, the edge of a smile on her lips.

"Just awful. I'm never asking again." She shook her head in solemn jest.

"Oh, please do. The healing touch of your disdain is tantamount to mending my heart."

He paused then, nerves fraying. The smell of his lavender in her hair bolstering him in a soft smile.

"I have been meaning to speak to you. About matters of the heart."

She turned to him, topaz eyes bright in the moonlight. Thick spirals of dark hair cascading down her back. Gods, she was so beautiful it made him dizzy.

He turned his gaze to the ground, picking up a smooth stone and turning it over in his palm. Having something to touch always helped him think.

"I've come to fancy you. Quite a lot. Though this is not the proper way I would have preferred to court you. In the dirt and blood." He sighed, wishing things were different.

"You must know you're... you're very special to me. I hope I'm special to you too, but if I'm misguided just say the word and I'll back off."

The words tumbled out of him, a vexing blush rising to his cheeks. Feeling like a school boy confessing a crush.

Her body shifted, standing on knees. In one fluid motion she hooked her leg around and straddled his lap. Bringing his eyes to hers in a hand tenderly cupping his face.

His breath was entirely taken, dropping the stone he had been holding with a soft thunk.

"Took you long enough." She teased, her dimpled smile making his heart rush.

"I fancy you too, Gale. And I'd like to show you that, if you'll let me." She hushed, her body heat radiating into his torso.

He could only nod, all blood rushing away from unimportant higher functions. Hands gripping her wide hips in a groan, the sensation far better than he ever could have imagined.

Her hands wound into his hair, pushing a heady kiss into him with a little whimper.

His eyes rolled up into his lids, just the kiss sending him under. Hand rising to the small of her back. Her lips pulsing into his with slick need. Tongue dancing along the seam of his lips in question.

He opened happily, a hungry moan leaving him when their tongues twisted. Both hands palming her ass greedily. The ample globes of flesh kneading in his fingers, her smothered mewl sending impossibly more blood to his already straining cock.

All of her touch spun around him in a lustful haze, far too much and not nearly enough.

He pulled his shirt over his head in a whip, only leaving her lips for a single moment. Her hands finding his trousers, palming him over his sleep pants.

"Fuck," He hissed, it felt too good already. Precum pooling far too soon for his liking. His body touch starved and hungrier than it had any right to be. Trying to force the tunnel vision of promised release open again.

He pushed forward, twisting her down onto her back. His hands rising under her sleep shirt to caress the unbearably soft curve of her waist.

"By the Weave..." He muttered, her body far too intoxicating. Cock throbbing insistently.

He felt completely lost, head nothing but liquid desire. Leaning down to kiss sloppily along her waist. Pushing her shirt up to her clavicle.

She squirmed under him, breath fast pants. Pulling his hair back in a fist, watching him with lust blown eyes and kiss swollen lips.

Gods, how was he already close. He couldn't be this down bad, could he?

Oh who was he kidding, of course he was.

He pulled her bralette down, her breasts springing free. A growl vibrated in his chest at the sight, gripping the front of the band, pulling it down onto her ribs.

He pulled back to slip her leggings off of her, revealing her arching hips, hip bones sliding underneath. Thighs wide and plush, dipping into her hips. Her legs falling back open, the curve of her ass teasing under her. Slick pooling from her gleaming cunt.

"Oh, come on..." He huffed, just the sight stroking down his cock in a rush. "That's not fair."

"You're one to talk. Why do you look like that wizard?" She scoffed. "All those muscles, for what? Seducing poor quivering maidens in the grass..."

"Oh, we'll get to the quivering." He smiled dangerously, leaning down to lick a stripe up her hip bone.

She whined, arching her hips up more into his mouth. The heat coming off of her cunt soaking his clavicle.

Gods below and above spare him.

Trailing his mouth down, his cock twitched in anticipation. His practiced mouth about to be seated where it longed to be. Where it belonged.

He breathed in a deep pull of her, nose nuzzling into her curls. Gods, she was divine. Her sweet musk making his mouth salivate. Truly he had been deprived before this moment.

Her hips starting rolling impatiently, and he pushed a forceful hand flat to her lower belly in response. No, he was going to savor this.

She moaned under his hold, bringing a smile to his lips. So she liked it like that...

He breathed a warm wave of air on her cunt, watching it twitch in what he knew was a clench in a devious smile.

"You bastard..." She groaned, the need apparent in her voice sending a shiver down his back.

"Language..." He chuckled. The lack of touch making her writhe deliciously under his hold.

"I'll show you language." She scoffed.

Grabbing both sides of his face she pulled his eyes up to hers.

"Bite me, choke me. Hold me down and spit in my mouth. Tongue fuck me like a whore, wizard."

His pelvis clenched, eyes rolling up into the back of his head. Hand clawing into her thigh.

"Oh Gods." He groaned, finally diving on her cunt.

He lapped his tongue in undulating waves, slurping her clit into his lips.

"Fuck!" She cried out, gripping his hair hard in her fist.

He suckled down hard, suctioning his lips around the bundle. Tongue pulsing wet curved pulls. Hands keeping her thighs forced open as they tried to clamp shut around his head.

Her high keening whines melded beautifully with the slurping sounds of his hungry mouth.

Her hips bucked helplessly against his hands, ribs arching up. Only the underside of her jaw visible above him.

He smiled into her cunt, releasing one thigh and pushing his forearm into the apex of her thighs. A bar holding her open still, his two fingers sliding slowly into her. Humming into her clit in pleasure, fingers spreading eagerly into the velvet slick pouring up into his palm.

Her head shot up, staring down at him almost in disbelief. Hand bracing her at her side.

When he began strong and slow thrusts of his fingers, her head fell back sharply. Voice only mewling calls. Thoroughly tamed, warm and pliant under his devotion.

He knew this was as close to the heavens as he had ever gotten. Harnessing all of his senses to bottle this into his everlasting memory. Though he imagined it would be very hard to forget.

He curved his fingers up, stroking that ridged bump in hard thrusts. Clamping down on her clit again, lapping his tongue in hollow pulls, like slurping soup.

"Oh Gods," She whined.

He groaned hot into her, chasing her hips up as they tried to squirm away. Free hand grabbing her waist and pulling her back down hard. He was not even close to done.

Fingers arcing into her in vicious thrusts, unrestrained. He wrenched his head quickly side to side, sucking down in popping wet pulses of his lips.

She cried out, her pelvis tremoring hard. Unable to hold her thighs open anymore as they arched up and clenched down around his head. Muffling around his ears. Cunt clenching in hard flutters around his fingers. He looked up, drinking in her arching ribcage and scrambling hands. A strike of fluid striking his jaw. Sending his eyes up into his skull.

His hips fucked into the ground, unable to still them any longer. Removing his fingers to slurp her cum into his mouth uninhibited. Pushing out of her in creamy pulses. Greedily lapping all he could catch, rubbing into her clit to encourage more.

She let out indignant pleading whines, but he wasn't done yet. His cunt slicked fingers gripping around his cock. Drinking her cum as he fucked into his fist.

Only two or three thrusts and he was gone, wrenching ropes up his belly. Pelvis clenching in vicious pulses, shooting pleasure through his body in teeth gritting waves. The endless ache behind his navel firing out in tortuous strikes. Hand bracing next to her hip in the dirt desperately.

His mouth slowed then stopped, panting hard into her thigh. Resting his head into the seam of her hip, thoroughly spent.

"That good huh?" She teased, her own breath telling of equal pleasure.

Head still down, he held his finger up in a signal to give him a minute.

She giggled, thoroughly pleased. "My, my, Gale at a loss for words. Wait until camp hears about this..."

He looked up, glaring at her in jest. "Don't you dare."

She smiled wide. "Hmm, I dont know... It's a pretty monumental thing to go unnoted. It would be a shame to keep to myself."

He trailed up her body, balancing on elbows above her. She gave him a pout, eyes wide in mock pleading.

"How else is everyone suppose to know I'm yours?"

His cock stirred again, huffing out a groan.

"Tav, you're killing me." He admonished. She only bit her lip in a smile at him.

"Well, if you don't want me telling everyone, you better leave your mark on me." She purred, turning her chin up. Eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Oh, that I can do." He smiled, angling his head down to her neck. Pulling the soft flesh between his teeth.

She laughed then moaned, that little whimper he was already addicted to in her throat again.

Oh, it was hopeless. They were going to be here all night.

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#back once again with dom gale propaganda and ill never be sorry #gale x tav #astarion x tav #gale smut #bg3 smut #screenshots by @cybersdead and @dailygale #lyrics from: gods country - ethel cain

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that WHO in no longer u oh my GOD

YESSSS

Like, yeah, Odysseus is like "Yandere" (joking but also not) because kills all who even go near Penelope and Telemachus and he's very protective of them AND jealous.

But I think this "WHO?!" is also a desperate plea as to who is this dangerous man who is near his wife? A warlord? A conquerer? A man who would not even care about Penelope for who she is and mistreats her?

Because even in the Odyssey, Odysseus asks about Penelope to his mother.

Tell me of the wife I married. What are her thoughts and plans? Is she still there with our son, keeping watch on everything? Or has she been married                            to the finest of Achaeans?

(Book 11, Johnston)

There's not even much resentment in his question. There could be but Narrator does not say. The use of "the finest of Achaeans" almost is a "Did she at least marry the best man? Did she at least marry a GOOD man?"

In "No Longer You", when he hears of this dangerous man NEAR his wife, he is SCARED. It could be jealousy but I feel it's more of concern. As it is in the Odyssey.

"I understand if she would remarry, it pains me but I did tell her that when Telemachus finally grows his beard, she could. I will love her always but is she at least happy? Is she safe?"

And she's not safe. She's not happy. He is terrified.

Psst. The reason why My Odysseus takes a long time to grow his beard is because of that line. He's hoping that his son will take after him and take forever to grow a beard like he did (as he doesn't really have one even when he first leaves for Troy) because he would try forever to get home. Penelope even teases him that he still doesn't have one so that's a silly request and that's the point. "I will never stop trying to come back to you. He and I will likely remain beardless forever." (it's a little funky for him when he finally grows one by the end of Troy. He's thinking "...Shit. Telemachus, stay baby-faced for your dad please.")

ANYWAYS.

I mean we all know that these two are obsessed with each other in the Odyssey and in Epic. They are likeminded and are so integral to who they are. They mean everything to one another. I think Odysseus genuinely does want Penelope happy. As even in the Odyssey with him simply asking for another bed, shows how much he loves and respects her. He could've been like "get in it" even though she had rejected him at first but he LISTENS BECAUSE HE LOVES HER. Only breaking down into a sobbing mess when he believes she destroyed their bed.

"Heaven made you as you are, but for sheer obstinacy you put all the rest of your sex in the shade. No other wife could have steeled herself to keep so long out of the arms of a husband she had just got back after nineteen years of misadventure. Well, nurse, make a bed for me to sleep alone in. For my wife's heart is just about as hard as iron."

(Book 23, Rieu)

Please note that this is his attempt to insult her in a way and yet he still talks about her being from Heaven 👀 SIMP

But even though he's deeply hurt by her rejection (poor guy would've probably sobbed himself to sleep) He still asks for another bed. After sleeping on the floor and in the dirt since he's been on Ithaca, refusing beds unless it's his own marriage bed, he takes her 'no' because he values her happiness and comfort over his own. He takes a lesser bed so she can still sleep in their own luxurious one.

I mean we know how fucking awful the suitors are. Hold Them Down is a disturbing song. (as it should be. As they are not good men) He does not even know how bad these men are yet. If his future self could speak with his past self, he'd probably be like "Yeah, don't worry about the guy who kills a bunch of people, they had it coming. ;) " or something.

That "WHO?!" is a mix of jealousy AND fear.

#I'm sorry y'all I'm so exhausted as I've had a lot of shit happen and oof #so this is messy but I hope I got my point across lol #epic the musical #epic the underworld saga #Mad rambles #shot by odysseus #no longer you #my headcanons #ask #anon #penelope #odysseus #odypen #essay

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𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛

Pairing: Exotic Dancer!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader (no mention of gender or ethnicity)

Summary: Hi, you've reached [your name]. I can't come to the phone right now, please leave a message after the beep!

w/c: 3.7k

warnings: cheating (on reader), lots of cursing, smoking, heavy drinking, weed smoking, body image issues (I'm sorry), this is a smutty fic (but there’s no smut), dry humping. Please let me know if I missed anything <3

a/n: This is the first fic I've posted in years lmao, I'm a bit rusty, but omfg I enjoyed writing this so much, it's very self-indulgent hehe I hope you love it just as much as I do.

this is not beta'd, any and all mistakes are my own.

Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply encouraged🥺

7:51 PM

“Baby please, You know I’m an idiot…she means nothing” Jake whined through the phone. 

As of 5 hours ago, he became your ex but kept on calling you, each call pleading for your forgiveness and saying the same stupid excuse “I felt you pulling away, what was I supp-”

Before you could interrupt him yourself, your best friend and roommate took your phone “Listen closely you little shit, if you don’t stop calling I’ll personally chop off your balls, fry’em up and feed them to your mother in a fucking salad… it’s Wanda by the way” she huffs as she hands you back the phone, “Colorful” you grimace.

Shoving you inside the car, with you and Wanda on the back, Bruce behind the wheel and Tony as co-pilot, “Why do you even answer his calls?” Tony asks while Wanda lights up a Marlboro, and gives you a drag “Because I want to tell him to go fuck himself… I- I just can’t seem to find the right words”, “That seems right” Wanda quips and you roll your eyes, “Don’t worry you’ll find the words when the time’s right” Bruce adds, “Dr. Banner is right, tonight is all about getting shit-faced” Tony adds.

You all clap and turn up the volume to the perfect song “I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know” Wanda sings, the wind on her face, while Bruce shouts “WE LOVE YOU MADONNA”. 

They were right, fuck Jack, tonight you wanted to let go, you weren’t one for parties or clubbing but you couldn’t stay at home feeling sorry for yourself, partying with your friends seemed like the perfect distraction “LET’S FUCKING GO” you shouted at the top of your lungs.

9:05 PM

“The Hush-Hush Hideaway?” you laughed as you finished your first beer after two cherry vodka shots, sounds like a place where 50 year olds would come to have an affair, “Alright, alright before you keep on talking trash, there is more eye to meet” Tony argues, to that Wanda snorts “are you seriously drunk right now? after three piña coladas?”, Bruce laughs “they’re stronger than they look” Tony defends himself as he stands up, signaling you all to head to the dance floor.

You honestly loved the place, the lighting was incredible, the atmosphere was hot pink with hints of dark red and deep purple, the ceiling was decorated with hundreds of disco balls shining down on you, the bar had tables so crystalline and so red, it looked like solidified blood,  each one surrounded by the comfiest leather couches. There was also the dance floor which you were dancing on now, it had the perfect stage for dancers or any kind of show, the whole place had the perfect mix of chic and urban.

10:39 PM

“This round’s on me” Tony shouts over the loud music as he hands you what would probably be your 5th drink, stumbling around as you danced to a song that suddenly became your favorite, as you downed the liquid gold you took Tony’s hand and started giving him a lap dance of some sorts which made everyone laugh along with you. 

And then everything went pitch black, for 5 seconds the music was over, lights were out, for a moment you thought you passed out but then a huge white light shone straight into the middle of the stage, “Girls Gays and Theys!” a deep voice over the microphone started, “is this a gay bar?” Bruce genuinely chimed in, making you giggle.

“Tonight we encourage you to let that wild side of yours out! Please give a warm welcome to The White Wolf” the voice cheered with excitement and the crowd roared and cheered back, “he must be really good looking” you sassed, and in that moment, red ropes descended.

Not a second later a man dressed in a kevlar suit swirled down as if swimming in the red fabric, wrapping himself in a cocoon in the air so the next second he rolled down to the stage, the top of his leathery suit gone, leaving his gorgeous toned abdomen exposed making the crowd go wild. The lights enhanced his beautiful body. “D-does he have glitter on?!” Tony shouted in awe, everyone absolutely going crazy over this tall, brown-haired, thick oh so fucking thick specimen.

On the other hand, you were finding breathing a difficult task, especially because his eyes were trained on yours, maybe it was the several drinks in your system or the empowering song that heightened everything, but his stare was intense, the ice blue of his eyes chilled your spine and for a moment you thought he was going to stop the show, come down and rip your clothes off… yeah you definitely felt tipsy now.

This man knew the power he held, not only was he drop-dead gorgeous, he had autonomy of every nerve and every muscle on his body, your heart and pussy were practically pulsing as you watched him dance. The magic was broken when you felt your phone ring in your pocket, taking it out, you saw it was Jake calling AGAIN, you knew your friends would tell you not to pick up, but part of you wanted to hear him out and scream at him, you didn’t know which one you were going to do.

Leaving the dance floor and heading to the bathrooms where you hoped it’d be quieter, you swipe to the green bubble “Please please forgive me” is the first thing the man says, making you sigh in frustration “S-top stop saying you’re sorry” but it’s like talking to a wall, you’re not even sure he heard you because he just keeps on whining. 

??:??

You don’t know how much time you spent listening to him in the bathroom but eventually, you give up and hang up on him, splashing some fresh water in your neck you exit the room and bump into a rock-hard wall, but then unexpectedly the wall starts talking and you think maybe it’s not a wall.

“it was rude to bail” a grave voice rumbles in your ear through all of the noise, looking up you see it’s the white wolf, making you almost choke on air, but you were quick enough to react and raise an eyebrow in response “sorry?”.

Without even noticing, the man had cornered you into a wall “Don’t apologize, you can make it up to me” he said with a wild smile, “oh he’s good” you thought, then he looked at you as if he read your mind, “you look like someone in desperate need to have some fun… let me give you a hand” he whispered, his confidence made you forget he was a stranger, and oddly enough it felt like you knew him perfectly, the thought of spending your night with him made you shudder.

Taking out what looked like a big fat blunt from one of his pockets, he dragged the little bundle of joy from your exposed thighs, up your arms, slowly passing through your neck, and finally grazing your soft lips, his eyes never once leaving yours, he leaned in and the smell of cedarwood with a touch of french vanilla made your eyes roll.

Man, you’re really not keeping your cool, but he’s too beautiful for you to care, you might as well pucker your lips, but then he backs away, taking your hand and leading you to the backdoor between the kitchens. The sound of music and people dancing start to disappear until it’s muffled, “are we allowed in here?” you laugh as he lights up the joint and takes a big gulp, your heart pounds with excitement, this is exactly what you needed.

Your inner demons whispered that he really wasn’t interested in you, he looked like he was sculptured by frigging Michelangelo, he’d never want to be with someone as big as you, plus you felt sweaty from dancing most of the night, but honestly, it was more about the nerves you felt around him, but just as easy as the negative thoughts came, he batted them away with a single kiss to your cheek, near enough to the corner of your lips “lost you there for a sec” he teased.

As he handed you the joint, you took it with hesitance, “I usually don’t take marihuana from strangers, you got a name or does everyone call you the white wolf?” you teased, carefully eyeing him, realizing that he was still shirtless unconsciously making you bite your lip.

A lazy smile spread on his face “Waddaya mean you don’t know me? Pfft I’m your latest conquest”, it threw you off but he looked so sincere it made the butterflies in your stomach dance, “I’m Bucky” he laughed, he was so at ease with that pretty smile you couldn’t do anything but swoon.

Taking a drag of the blunt you breathe out the smoke through your nose as you offer him your name in return,  not wasting a second he repeats it, slowly, maybe he was high but it seemed as though he enjoyed the sound of your name on his tongue, he savored it, your legs pressed against each other and you had to take another drag so not to seem desperate as you were for him.

He might be a stranger but deep down you felt unbelievable attraction, in less than 10 minutes of knowing him he made you feel powerful, and free, like maybe in a past life or somethin’ he was your soulmate… Pfft, you wanted to crack up at your own thoughts, somehow Bucky knew and started laughing, slowly leaning into you and crashing his lips with yours, it was sloppy but fuck you’d never been kissed like that, it was passionate, you felt wanted, right then and there you were ready and willing to let him swoop you off your feet.

12:59 AM 

Bucky was showing you his best moves, his calloused hands gripped and groped your body as you both swayed your hips against each other perfectly in sync.

He was so smooth, the fogginess of the joint rumbled through your body, each touch, every one of his strokes felt like a wave, you were floating in a sea of music and his scent, nothing was wrong with the world, nothing could harm you because he was right behind you, worshipping you, telling you how he loved the feel of every roll and every curve, you couldn’t help but smile and he couldn’t help but kiss that beautiful smile.

Not long after your friends found you and you introduced them to the dancer who blew their minds, some of his friends joined you, and not long after you were the life of the party, shots and blunts came pouring, and just like you wanted you became one with bucky, you didn’t know where you began or where he ended, pain and misery were a strange and unknown concept tonight.

1:55 AM

Wanda had to drag you away from Bucky to chat with you a bit, she couldn’t hide that grin even if she tried “Dude I don’t even recognize you right now” you laugh with her knowing very well what she means, squeezing her wrist you stop the urge to squeal, “I don’t know how this happened but fuck he’s just so pretty I wanna cry” you both giggle, understanding the Rachel Green reference. 

Turning to see Bucky you caught him already watching you, it looked like he was chatting with his friends but he wouldn’t look away from you, you realized he was waiting for you, and honestly you were eager to return to his embrace and intoxicating scent “Fuck Jack, you have men waiting in line” Wanda practically shouts as she pushes you back to the dance floor.

2:12 AM

After a while your social battery was low and you needed a break, so now you leaned against the wall in the back alley of the bar, a cigarette lit, resting on your fingertips as you recalled the events that brought you here tonight.

You didn’t blame Wanda for reminding you of Jake and what he did, after all, she was just hyping you, but now your mind was plagued, you memorized with detail how you found them, as some sort of self-punishment, why? you didn’t know, after years of therapy, you were still trying to unlearn self-deprecating thoughts that your family and society shoved in your face.

Jake cheating on you with a leggy blonde who was quite literally a Victoria's Secret model was a kick to your stomach, it made you realize that maybe every bad thought you had about yourself was true, and that was terrifying… 

Realizing that the cigarette burned itself out, you stepped on it, but before you could come back inside Bucky opened the door and grinned “There you are, was worried I spooked ya”, to that you chuckled, somehow the laws of social battery didn’t apply to the handsome trapeze dancer “Never”.

Stepping outside and standing next to you, he takes your hand and starts playing with your fingers “What’s got my sweet doll so down?”, you expected the pet name to make you cringe but instead swooned. Lighting another cigarette you take a drag and blow it on his face, and he just bites the smoke, making you giggle, after a beat of silence you show him your heart.

“About… 11 hours ago, my boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, cheated on me” you sigh, trying with all your might not to shed a single fucking tear, Jake didn’t deserve them, “Gimme his address” he deadpans, a look so deadly in his eyes, that spark was almost snuffed, but just as quickly his attitude changed, “I’ll kill 'im with my bare hands, I’LL FUCKING KILL ’IM” he shouts with foux determination, making wild animal noises that are making you laugh so hard you can’t breathe “you’re not funny” you say out of breath.

His thumb cleans away a single runaway tear, his touch is so gentle at first you’re not even sure he’s holding you, he’s so close you feel his breath on your cheek and his nose caressing your skin oh so lightly, “you’re dreaming”, you think incredulously. 

In a second his touch becomes rough as he grips your face with both his hands, holding you still so you can’t look anywhere but his eyes, “he’s a fucking moron” he spits out, almost insulted, “and I don’t mean a jerk or plain stupid, I mean he’s missing some fucking brain cells to let go of someone so insanely beautiful as you”.

Your heart’s pounding in your ears, you’re about to explain but he cuts you off “And I don’t even need to know him, to be sure of what I’m telling you right now” he scoffs,  “Hell, I don’t even have to know you to be sure, in the very short time I’ve known you, you’ve been everything” bucky almost can’t believe he’s saying this to you, suddenly the tension is palpable and neither of you can breathe… 

“You’re driving me insane” is the last thing he says before pushing you against the wall, with a grunt he grips your waist and your lips crash with his, in a fight for dominance your tongues swirl, it’s as if Jake or any other man never existed, washed away by the ocean that is Bucky. 

You loved how vocal he was being, he moaned into the kiss as you practically humped him, he bit your swollen lips as a warning to slow down but it only turned you on more. You could feel your hardened nipples rub against his chest, and it drove both of you nuts, with all his strength he pulled away, leaving you dizzy and pulling him for more, he’s never wanted anyone the way he wants you but he would never have sex with someone so drunk, even if that person begged as nicely as you were right now.

He laughs as you start leaving hot open kisses throughout his neck and jaw purring like a cat, “Bucky please” you mewled, asking him for more, his hand flew to grasp your hair in a tight grip, nibbling on your skin as he reached your ear “We aren’t doing anything except kissing the fuck out of each other doll” he whispered.

You made for a grab to his groin but he was able to take your hand and hold it above your head “I want you nice and sober when I get you to cream on my cock”, he groans as you make a final attempt to lure him in, but you know he’s right, so you huff in defeat, a pout on display to make your feelings known, “baby doll what’s wrong? you look flushed” he teases as you gasp in faux offense.

3:45 AM

The bar kicked everyone out but you still had some party left in you and apparently, so did Bucky because he’s already got you piggyback riding him to his car, you said goodbye to your friends assuring them you trusted Bucky, his place was less than 10 minutes away and you’d send them your location. 

Once you got to the car Bucky stopped in his tracks, “we’re drunk and high as hell” he stated, and like a bucket of iced water you realized he was right “Accurate statement” you snort, carefully dropping you on the ground he swiftly turned to face you “so we should… perhaps, maybe take a cab” he goofs around as he steals small kisses form you “or we can walk? your place’s near right?” you reply, everyone was already gone to ask for a ride but he liked the idea of having some alone time with you, so,  he picked you up and placed you on his back “To the Batcave!” he runs as you hold onto him as tight as you could.

4:05 AM

You peacefully walked on the side of the street as cars passed by, one thing that you loved about walking at night was the lack of noise, the night wasn’t completely quiet, you could still hear the cars in the distance, people coming in and out of bars or whatever, the breeze was the perfect temperature and the city lights of New York were shone beautifully.

Hand in hand you walked with your latest conquest as he so eloquently put it, conversation flowing, “I got cheated on once, it fucking sucks” You both laughed at the obvious statement “I thought we were going steady and she got bored” he shrugged, “it was a while ago, but it definitely messed with my head” he whispered as he squeezed your hand, it brought him comfort and you as well. 

“You know what’s fucking hilarious though? I was planning on breaking up with him…ok don’t judge me” you laughed, “but I just stayed with him because it was easier to stay in a mediocre relationship than actually fight for my happiness…plus he had a hot tub” you felt stupid for saying it, but he didn’t judge you, his face remained the same, attentive.

Bucky took your hand and kissed each one of your knuckles “I got a really nice bathtub” he murmured into your skin with a smirk, your heart fluttered to what he implied so you jumped and kissed his cheek, holding onto his arm for dear life, content with how the day turned out.

4:38 AM

After smoking yet another joint together you were now straddling your dancer’s lap on his bathtub “It really is a nice bathtub” You grinned between kisses and he laughed, his hands roaming your soft skin under your clothes, you were heaven on earth he kept thinking, he was about to kiss you again but was interrupted by your phone ringing, which made both of you sigh in frustration.

You knew who it was, Jake had been calling over and over for the last 20 minutes and Bucky had enough of the bastard, “Answer him” he ordered, to which you raised an eyebrow “I- can’t I- seriously?” you say almost shocked “You know what you wanna say to him, so say it” he encouraged with a soft smile.

Without thinking twice you pick up, “Finally! what took you so long to pick up?” Jake barks, you have the phone on speaker so Bucky could listen, and he already hated how the jerk talked to you, making him grip your waist with possessiveness.

“What do you want?” you ask almost uninterested, “Baby please forgive me” he cries as if you could ever believe anything he said to you, “I’m so so fucking sorry, what else do you want me to say?!”, to that you let out an unamused laugh “just stop fucking saying you’re sorry, time to put on your big boy pants and take responsibility” you snark, which oddly, turns on bucky beyond belief.

Like a magnet, his lips start leaving love bites on your neck, making you gulp, “Babe let’s be honest, in a month you’ll be begging me to get back together, we both know you need someone to take care of you, you can’t be alone, you need me” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and then you really were done with his bullshit.

“Listen closely you fucktard, stop saying you’re sorry, stop begging me to forgive you, you were a waste of my time and the only reason I didn’t break up with you sooner was because it was convenient for me to stay with your sorry ass” you bark.

You could keep going but now Bucky was humming against your pulse, finding it incredibly hot how you stood up for yourself, he peppered you with hot open kisses that made your mind even fuzzier than the weed, “And I can take care of myself ass” you hiss in delight, it was meant to be an insult but Bucky was making you feel so good…

“Fucking drop that call”, bucky growled into your neck loud enough to be heard over the phone, then sunk his teeth into your soft skin, making you moan, unintentionally into the phone, before dropping it and gripping Bucky’s hair for support as you rubbed against the bulge on his pants “Fuck I can’t wait to make you mine” he moaned, dreaming of all the possibilities, of everything he wanted to do with and to you.

Despite the chills you felt down your spine, despite feeling exactly the same way, you laugh, “Honey… do you think it’s gonna be that easy?” you coo, drunk in power, you devour his perfect pink lips.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #exoticdancer!bucky #stripper!bucky #sebastian stan #carrot's harvest #Spotify

[generalsdiary]

Aventurine x gn!reader

warnings: none

word count: under 300

a/n: not beta read, why is a hazbin hotel song such a jam?

description: he leaves you for a man

you two were happy. or at least that's what you thought. your boyfriend on the other hand started forcing his smiles, behaving indifferently and disinterested in anything relating to spending time with you. when you sit down and express your concerns and your wishes to fix it.. well... you don't get good news.

“look I don't... I am unsure of what it is. we are good, I.. just... there's something.. I am missing something, us, it, just-“ you feel worried, he doesn't even say he is happy with you. why is this happening? what changed? you stay silent trying to hear him out.

“... it feels empty, something isn't there, I- this just doesn't feel right” those words come out much harsher to your ears than how he said them.

one thing leads to another and you two break up in a calm way with a clean cut.

truly not even 24 hours pass, you see him in a bar chatting along with Ratio, and dear gods it is obvious. the way he is smiling, laughing, being genuine, and seems like he is enjoying himself.

that is how you met him, with the doctor beside him. and you thought you were the one making him so joyful. you can't help but pity him because he didn't realise yet, that he is profoundly and utterly in love with that man.

of course this, you too, felt wrong and hollow, you aren't the one that fits him like a puzzle piece, the one who matches him and his needs.

you would never be who he wants.

// part 2 an anon asked for (it's like 100 words)

#aventurine #honkai star rail #hsr #aventio #raturine #ratiorine #dr ratio #aventurine x dr ratio #fluff #jk #joke #aventurine x reader #gn!reader #drabble

[venturelovebot]

A/N: This took me longer than I wanted it to but it's finally done! That means there's only one fic left to finish before I open up requests again. :•) Enjoy!

Premise: Depressed!GN!Reader finds out they're not as worthless as they think they are.

Warnings: None! Pure fluff.

You scribbled on the corner of the page to test your ink pen.

I have to vacuum the floor again soon. Dishes need to be done again today. I don't know what I want to make for dinner. More chores need to be done tomorrow. Is it even worth it anymore?

You pause. Every entry from the start of this week looked exactly the same. Flipping through the pages you notice that the beginning entries aren't much different either. Seems like every day has turned monotonous and bleak for you for a long time now. When you really think about it, when was the last time you were truly happy to wake up in the morning? Nothing came to mind.

The amount of hopelessness that filled your mind, body and soul was immense.

"Good morning!" Sloan sets down a coffee mug with a cat meme on it for you. Their smile had genuine happiness behind it– not something you could relate to.

"Good morning." You mimic their smile and watch as they take a seat next to you.

You're not sure how they could be so happy to wake up to the same burden every day of their life. Surely they must of thought you were baggage at this point. You were just waiting for the day they got tired of your presence and finally packed up and left. Everyone did. It was only a matter of time for them, too.

You bookmark the current page of your journal and close its cover.

"Don't forget your medicine!" They set your pill case next to your cat meme mug.

"Thanks."

They give you a kiss on the cheek.

You want to cry. Instead, you just watch as they take a seat next to you at the dining table for breakfast.

"Not hungry?" They ask.

They fork small bites of waffle into their mouth.

"I already ate." You lied.

"Oh? What did you have? I didn't hear you making anything."

You knew they were worried about you, but your brain didn't accept this.

"Just toast."

They're quiet for a moment. "Just toast?" They repeat.

"With jam. I'm not completely tasteless." You halfheartedly joke.

In order to dodge more conversation you open your pill case and down everything on an empty stomach.

"You have therapy today, right?" It feels they're playing a game of Twenty Questions.

"Yeah. I can make it there on my own, though."

"Well, I don't have anything to do right now. Why not let me take you?"

Right. You forgot. You were used to them being gone for weeks on end because of field work, studying or traveling. They took a couple weeks off to spend time with you. It seemed to be happening increasingly often as of late.

"It's alright, really. I don't want to bother you with it." You insist.

"It's not a bother! I promise!"

They're smiling again. It's hard to say no to that face.

"Alright."

...

Your therapist gives you back your journal after reading the last few entries. Nearly fifty minutes had already gone by and you don't feel like you've gotten everything off your chest yet.

"So, you feel like nothings gotten any better then?" They inquire.

"How are things supposed to get better at this rate?"

You collapse into the sofa and stare at the wall behind your doctor.

"I'm a burden. I can't do anything right. Everyone else already has everything figured out. What am I supposed to do? I'll never be good enough at anything."

Your therapist jots down everything you're saying before looking back up at you.

"If it's okay to ask... what do you want to be good at, exactly?"

You think about it. "Anything."

"Do you really think that's true, that you're not good at anything?"

You nod.

"You woke up this morning. You're breathing. You're very good at doing those two things. You're taking up space and existing. You're listening. You're feeling. You do these things without even thinking about them. Is that not a sign of skill?"

"That doesn't make me a worthwhile person, though." Tears start forming in your eyes and your therapist hands you the tissue box.

"You don't have to do anything well to be a worthwhile person. You exist, and that enough makes life worth living. If you want to learn more then you can, but knowing everything won't increase your value. You're valuable just by being here. Your worth as a human being is not determined by what you can or cannot do, or what you do or don't know."

Your therapist stays quiet as you sob into multiple tissues. It takes several minutes for you to calm down enough to continue your session.

"I still can't help but feel like a burden to everyone though." You still find it hard to speak after crying so much.

"Those who see you as a burden will never be worth your time. People who want to be around you will stay around you, even if they can't be present in your life at all times."

Rain begins gently tapping at the office window.

"... wouldn't it just be easier to shut everyone out, then?" You point out.

"Well, sure... but then you would never find out who truly loved you, or find others who are going to love you despite it all."

Another moment of silence passes between the two of you before the clock chimes in the distance.

"Same time next week I presume?" Your therapist fills out an appointment card for you.

"That sounds good."

...

You forgot your umbrella. The rain has already begun to pour.

Y/N: Alright. I'm ready.

💛lil meow meow💛: ᕕ( ՞ ᗜ ՞ )ᕗ

💛lil meow meow💛: ON MY WAY!!!

A car speeds by while you're waiting and splashes you from head to toe in puddle water. You're lucky enough that your phone case is water proof and that your journal is in your bag, otherwise everything would've been ruined.

Weird. You haven't thought about the positives in a long time.

You carefully wipe the droplets from your phone before another text message pops up.

💛lil meow meow💛: [Uploaded a photo at 3:56 PM].

It was a photo of you from behind.

💛lil meow meow💛: Omg? There's just a cutie pie standing outside? Do you think they're single?

You turn to look in the direction the photo was taken, then Sloan snaps another photo of you.

💛lil meow meow💛: OMG they noticed me!!!

💛lil meow meow💛: They're walking towards me!!!

You open the car door and the warmth hits your damp face.

"Wow. Now there's a cute person in my car! No way!" They grin and gesture over to you.

You can't help but smile.

"Sorry I wasn't fast enough to pick you up before the rain started..." They add.

They reach over to hold your hand and give it a comforting squeeze.

"It's okay. I can shower later." You reply.

You look out the passenger side window at the world covered in gray. The sooner you could get home, the better.

"So, how did it go?" They ask.

For a moment you replay the conversation with your therapist in your mind. You're not sure if you want to bring it up.

"Well..." You start to say, but you choke back the rest of the words.

Tears form in your eyes and you turn farther way from your beloved to hide them. You attempt to focus on the street lights passing you by instead.

"It was okay."

A brief silence passes between the two of you.

"You can be honest with me." There was a genuine concern for you in their voice that you were all too familiar with.

You bite your lip and think about your therapist again.

"Do you think I'm a burden?"

The question seems to come from no where for Sloan– but for you, it's all you've been wondering for a very long time.

"No! Of course not! Why would I ever think that about you?" They answer almost a little too defensively.

"Because you're smart, and you already have your life figured out– and I'm just a nobody, really..."

"No, you're not. Not to me."

You wipe the oncoming tears with your sleeves. The weight of the world comes baring down on your shoulders once again. Hot breaths escape between choking sighs and you can't stop yourself from sobbing all over again.

"I'm sorry–" That's all you could repeat, over and over again, like a broken record.

"[Y/N]..."

You can hardly hear them over the sound of your downfall.

The crisis seemed like it lasted forever to you. Everything you've been keeping bottled up for so long comes pouring out all at once without any warning. Even though your heart still hurts, you can feel it becoming lighter with every passing minute.

You can't form words. All you can do now is cry, cry, cry.

So cry, you did.

For minutes on end, tears flood out from underneath your swollen, bloodshot eyes. Your face was pink and pain pounded in your head from all the upset. It felt like forever until you were calm enough to form coherent sentences again.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." Once again you find yourself apologizing for things beyond your control.

"There's no need to say you're sorry. Let's just get inside so you can get out of those wet clothes."

You didn't even realize you had made it home already.

...

One mental breakdown, shower and ibuprofen later you felt like a brand new person.

In the same cat meme mug from this morning your beloved sets down some hot chocolate for you to help you cheer up.

"Do you want to talk about it?" They ask.

You can feel them wrap a blanket around you before sitting down and scooping you up into the warmest hug you've ever received. You close your eyes and melt into their affection while placing your head on their chest to listen to their heartbeat.

"I guess I just feel worthless most of the time." You admit.

"But why? You're not worthless to me. Not one bit." They comfort you the best they can.

You can feel Sloan place their hand on the back of your head and gently stroke your hair.

"I feel bad for taking time away from you. You have everything in your life figured out. I can't imagine why you still come around to visit me."

"Because I love you." There's a softness to their reply that makes your heart feel safe and secure. "I love spending time with you, so I take time off to visit you. If I didn't want anything to do with you I'd be gone already."

You think about their words for a minute and wish you had something equally as nice to reply with, but instead drowsiness begins to fog your mind.

You open your mouth to speak but a yawn escapes first.

"Rest, mi vida. Don't let those thoughts bother you anymore. I love you so much–" They place a kiss to your head. "– and I'll love you even more when you wake up."

They let you lay down and listen to their heartbeat for a little while longer.

"You mean the world to me. I don't care about anything else right now– just you. I'm here for you. Everything else can wait."

"Promise?" You nuzzle into their chest, ready to fall asleep at any moment.

"I promise. I'll write it on my tombstone." They reply.

"I'll hold you to that."

"You'll have to wait and see. I plan on spending the rest of my life with you, first."

For the first time in a long time you felt yourself genuinely smile.

#this took me rewatching my entire comfort game to finish oof #overwatch #overwatch 2 #venture x reader #venture x you #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #sloane cameron #sloan cameron

[nsftventurelovebot]

A/N: Can't believe I stayed up all night writing Venture smut again but here we are 🫠 Maybe if Blizz didn't make such an attractive they/them I could be functioning like a normal person. Now my life is ruined and it's all because of VENTURE OVERWATCH

Premise: You ever been teased so bad you had to take matters into your own hands? Because wow they really did that. Fem!Reader heheheheheheh

Warnings: None! Pure smut!

"You look great, by the way."

A lust filled smile widens on your face from their compliment.

You throw your head back into the mattress as Sloan's hands sneak it's way under the fabric of your low cut dress. Soft, heated breaths escape as they begin to grab at your breasts.

"You look even better like this."

Their fingers gently pinch the sensitive flesh of one of your nipples before their head leans down to graze the tip of it with their tongue. You whimper from the growing pleasure before they take more of you into their mouth. A few more swirls of their tongue and a delicate bite has the heat growing between your legs.

They pull away, leaving a saliva trail connecting the two of you. "You're so sensitive. I love it." They can't help but admire your flushed figure.

You pout... you didn't want them to stop now.

"Keep going!" You beg, but they chuckle and stand up instead.

"Not yet. We can't have you finishing before our date even begins. Where's the fun in that?"

"I can come multiple times!" You argue, extending your legs towards their waist.

"I know you can! Who do you think lets you?"

You bite your tongue and swallow your brattiness before it gets you in trouble.

Without further distraction Sloan grabs something out of your view before pulling down the fabric of your panties to expose your wet heat. Your hips lift up for their touch and for a moment they play along and use a finger to gently stroke your delicate pulsing core. This earns them a blissful whine and they twirl their finger a few more times before stopping.

"No! Please..." You genuinely feel a sadness wash over you as you're left repeatedly disappointed.

"Needy tonight, aren't we?" They tease.

"You love it when I'm needy. So why won't you give me what I want?" You frown.

"Believe me mi muñeca, I would love to, but we both agreed on this."

They have a stronger will than you thought.

"Now be good for me."

You can hear a soft buzzing sound come to life as they reach down to place a small vibrator between your folds. Immediately your nerves ignite as they press down the cool silicone toy down against your heat to tease you. A loud moan leaves your mouth as your hips arch upwards once again, and they adjust your panties to help keep it in place.

"Now. We don't want to be late for the movie, right?" They offer you a hand to help you stand up.

You weakly reach out to take it and they help you to your feet. Almost instantly you collapse into them as a vermillion blush paints your face. They catch you effortlessly and place an arm around your waist to hold you steadily in place.

"Sorry! Let me turn down the intensity–"

You clasp at their back with your nails. "Wait– not yet–" You whisper to them between heavy breaths.

"We just talked about this!" They started to genuinely feel bad from your begging.

You feel the vibrating between your legs decrease and once more you whimper as your climax is devastatingly taken from you all too soon. It takes you a moment to center yourself before you can stand on your own two feet again.

...

Sloan's arm is wrapped firmly around your waist to keep you from collapsing again. Out of embarrassment you can't look anyone in the eye, so you keep your gaze downwards to avoid looking anyone in the face. The only thing that keeps your full attention is the droplets of soda on the bottom of the flimsy lid on the movie theatre drink you carry– that, and the soft buzzing pressed firmly against the most sensitive part of you.

At least your beloved was kind enough to carry the popcorn and your bag.

The theatre itself is already pitch black and for that you were thankful. You knew the blush on your face would draw views from all over if you even dare look up for a minute– even in a mostly darkened cinema your near wine red blush would be all too visible. It takes all of your strength to weave in and out through the empty rows of chairs before you set your drink in the sticky cup holder of your chair.

Now all you have to do is sit down. Right. Sit down...

"We're in the back, right?" You peak over at Sloan with concern.

"Please! I'm not that mean. We're also all the way in the corner and there's like five other people here."

They've already sat down. They're waiting on you.

You don't even have to look at them to know they're doing their dumb ass grin.

"Are your shoes really that interesting?" They tease.

You flash the angriest face you can make at them. They choke on their soda with laughter.

"Real funny." You scowl.

There's no reason to prolong your suffering and you finally sit down. The soft buzzing is forced closer to your core and you let out the quietest sigh you could make.

"You can sit back, you know."

You didn't even realize you're almost completely hunched forward. When you adjust your posture it's nearly pin straight. You just know they're getting a kick out of this. Sweat begins to bead on your forehead as you slouch your shoulders in an attempt to look somewhat normal.

"Popcorn?" They offer you the bucket.

"No comment."

"More for me!"

Of course.

They place a hand a little too high on your leg and squeeze your skin as a way of silently saying they're proud of you. You close your eyes and lean against their shoulder for extra support.

You're already pretty sick and tired of this even though the movie had just started– and it started out well enough. There's a couple on screen talking about taking a vacation to some ominous place they're not supposed to go because... it's a horror movie. You're not supposed to go anywhere in a horror movie. Everyone knows that– except the main characters, otherwise this movie wouldn't have been made. Then you wouldn't even be on this date in the first place, and you would've finished three times and snuggled to sleep with your beloved by now. That sure sounds nice.

Yeah... have your thoughts always been this jumbled?

The lighting turns a dark pinkish red. You can hear the obviously fake moans coming from the female lead. Of course they were already having sex– how else are they going to earn back all their money they spent on filming?

Since your eyes were closed you couldn't see Sloan pulling out their phone.

The vibrator between your legs goes from a pleasant buzzing to pure climax worthy stimulation. The unexpected change in pace causes you to squeeze your legs shut but it only makes your situation even more difficult. Your legs are now softly shaking from the unforgiving sensation pressed against your throbbing core, and if you could bite your lip any harder then surely it would be bleeding.

You desperately clutch the fabric of your dress in one hand and Sloan happily holds on to your other one. They rub the back of your knuckles with their thumb in a comforting way, and it's the only thing keeping you grounded right now.

The sounds of fake love making does not relent. How long is this scene, anyway?

"You trying to take a nap?" Your beloved whispers to you in that same teasing voice.

Your eyes barely open and you're met with an exceptionally lewd presentation on screen. It's incredibly cheesy but that doesn't stop the heat from rushing through your entire body.

"Good girl." They lovingly encourage you to keep taking everything as long as you possibly could.

The sound of their praise causes you to smile in pleasure.

"I'm coming!" The female lead shouts.

God, you wish you were, too.

Then it's over– and so is the unwavering onslaught of extreme delight. You can feel yourself relax as the toy is reduced to a delicate buzzing once again. Your head hits the back of the chair in a wave of relief and it causes your beloved to stifle an oncoming laugh.

"It's not funny!" You pout, keeping your voice as low as possible.

"It kind of is..." They reply. "Only a little bit, though..."

At least they're honest– but fine. If it was a game they wanted to play, then you'd happily be their player two.

In an attempt to feign being uncomfortable you adjust the top of your low cut dress and pull it down to where almost everything was visible. Your free hand rests inside the fabric atop the flushed and warm skin of your breasts. It catches their attention immediately.

While you knew you would have no where near the control they have over you, making them blush was a good start. You move your hand from out of your dress and make a peace sign over your now open mouth. Then, you let the built up saliva in your mouth drip off of your tongue for extra effect.

"Is that a threat?" They ask. You can hear the interest building in their voice.

"No." You smirk. "It's a promise."

You bring the hand they're holding up to your face and they instantly move to cup it, then you open your mouth to envelope their thumb. Your tongue gently swirls around their finger and you suckle softly before they remove it and smear your spit across your lips.

"Hm. I think I can almost taste myself."

"Alright! I get it..." You can hear them getting flustered from your extra attention.

"No, Sloan Cameron. I don't think you do."

Their squirming is absolutely delicious to you.

You take their hand from your face and slowly guide it down your neck, then your chest, before it grabs one of your breasts and a soft moan leaves your throat.

"Bet you wish that was in your mouth right now, huh? I'm sure it would keep it shut for once." A devilish grin creeps onto your face.

"That's not funny!"

But they were grinning... you also couldn't help but laugh knowing they're the one who's saying it now.

"Oh, but it is! Only a little bit, though..." You scan the crowd for a millisecond to make sure no one can see what you're about to do.

You're alone. Except for the couple on the opposite side of the theatre doing the exact same thing.

Perfect.

With zero hesitance you throw yourself on to their lap and wrap your arms around their neck. Then, you clasp their chin and tilt it upwards so they're looking directly at you. You begin placing feverish kisses anywhere you could reach before placing the last one directly to their lips. The only reason you pull away is to pull your arms out of the sleeves of your low cut dress and expose the entirety of your chest to them.

They open their mouth to say something but you cut them off with an open mouth kiss, and you can feel a hand sneak around to hold by the small of your back. This continues between the two of you for several moments until you feel the soft buzzing between your legs turn up to its highest setting once again, causing you to pull away and look down on them with lust filled eyes.

"That's funny. You have to let a toy do your job for you." You tease, your words dripping with desire.

Apparently that struck a nerve, because the sensation instantly stopped.

"Like hell I will–!"

Their phone becomes discarded on the seat next to them, and their now free hand instantly dives between your legs to replace the toy with their fingers. Your slick surrounds the dryness of their skin and you feel them make tight circles against your pulsating heat in a hurried attempt to send you over the edge.

Finally. Fucking finally!

You desperately grasp at their shirt as you start placing harsh kisses to their lips once more. With every stroke of your sensitive nerves you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of climaxing. Your senses hone in on pure, unbridled ecstasy– you're close.

You've been close for nearly two hours.

No. More.

Your back arches, your lips disconnect from theirs as throw your head back, your eyes are rolling back into your skull. You are so, so close.

"Please–" You beg. All confidence and sass has left your bliss ridden body.

No more edging.

No more waiting.

Then, stars.

You gently place your forehead against theirs. Tears are streaming down your sweaty, ruby colored face. You had never came so hard in your entire life.

"Oh– fuck–"

There are no words in any language on planet earth that could describe the relief you felt after that. You take deep breaths as you slowly come back to reality.

The credits roll.

You can feel Sloan start helping you fix your dress before you sit back down in your chair.

"Cool movie!" You glance over at your beloved.

Their eyes are wide and they're sunken into their seat– but the grin is there.

"Yeah. Yeah–" They sound like a broken record.

"Get it bro!" You can hear a masculine voice call from the other side of the theatre.

You smile at a job well done.

...

You lock arms as you leave but the ceiling lights nearly blind you, and you glance over at your beloved to spare your vision before your hand clamps over your mouth.

Your lipstick is plastered across their entire face... but they wear it with pride. You can only imagine how your own face must look.

"Hope you enjoyed the mo–" The worker taking tickets is speechless for a moment. "–movie!" They caught themself at the very last moment.

"We did! Thanks!" Sloan replies to them before the two of you make your way back to the car.

"I'm never washing this off by the way." They grin. "Oh! And you should definitely top more often. That was hot!"

Noted.

"Or, I guess I could edge you for two whole hours again." They joke.

You glance at them with the least amused face known to man.

They continue to grin.

"Maybe you should try it to see how it feels." You suggest.

"Only if you agree to top me again."

You genuinely think about it for a moment. Perhaps revenge would be easier than you thought.

"Alright."

"REALLY?!" They sound a little too enthusiastic.

"Just for you."

You can almost feel the devil on your shoulder laughing in delight.

#devil mercy laugh emote #yes there will be a sequel to this lmao #overwatch x you #overwatch x reader #venture overwatch #venture ow2 #venture x reader #venture x you #sloan cameron #sloane cameron

[twinkletfout]

Rude boy — part.3

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

When did you even get home last night?, you thought, sitting up as you looked down at your badly wrinkled satin dress that you wore the other night, the very same dress that his gentle fingers ran through. Memories flooded your mind before you got up, you realised you were still wearing one of your heels, as you undid that heel, you bend yourself to look under the bed, if that missing heel is there. Knowing yourself, you were right. Always under the bed. You reached your hand to grab it, when suddenly your phone rang. Making you flinch under the bed, you hit your head when you finally retrieved that fricking heel.

You sat down on the bed and reached for your phone, you realised it was an unknown number.

The message said,

You wondered for a second who this was, it didn't take that much time to put two and two together.

“Same bar, at 9:15”

“Is this the rude guy who paid me to pretend to be his fake gf?” —

Of course you were too tired from all that drinking and ‘action’ from last night, you had to refuse at least for today.

— “Bingo”

“Too busy this morning, can we do this later?”—

— “Change of plans“

The reply was quick like he was expecting this from you.

— “Get ready“

— “Right now”

Like hell you will, he cannot just do that, do all that decisions like he wants,

— “stop jk, i just woke up”

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw an incoming call from him. Taking a moment for yourself to mentally prepare yourself. You clicked the green button.

“Be nice and attractive, she is here. I need you right now.” — and that was it, he hung up.

What are you even doing right now? You can't believe yourself getting all cheered up on his words as you obeyed his words getting all barbied up just to make his girl jealous. But you didn't know why, why, just why. You have enough money to live your own pretty life. You don't need his money? Why are you even doing this anyway? Your mind raced with questions and random scolding for yourself when you suddenly spotted him, leaning on a pole with one his hands inside the pockets of his cargo. Looking rather bored as he scrolled something on his phone. You had a firm grip on the handi bag you were carrying as you walked towards him.

He spotted you randomly when he looked up from his phone. He realised that you were kinda struggling to cross that road. But you didn't realise that he noticed. You only came to understand that he actually crossed the road to help you get to the other side. When his hand clasped with yours, you felt the same heat and burning from last night, maybe it was the pride of yours that got hurt slightly.

When the both of you were on the opposite side of the road, he didn't seem to say anything to you, “where is she?” You asked genuinely,

It took him a few moments to finally talk.

“Didn't expect you to actually come this early” he said avoiding eye contact as he looked over to the other side of the road.

“What do you mean ‘early’?” You were confused as you kinda looked around if you could catch a glimpse of that blond.

“she will be here, any minute now” he finally looked at you as he said. You were waiting for him to look at you but the moment his gaze fell on you, you cant help but look away.

You both stood side by side in total awkwardness for some good 10 minutes, you guessed.

“if she isn't coming, I am still getting paid tho '' you randomly said out of nowhere. You didn't look at him when you said, his head shot at you. “Did i hear something?” He mumbled.

“You heard me” you said before he could. “Loud and clear~” he said as he scratched the back of his head. The two of you have been waiting for almost 1 hour now. Your feet were starting to hurt, “is your pretty gf gonna show up or what?” You basically moaned from impatience and the growing pain climbing up your body. “Maybe you don't know her that well” you didn't know why you let that slip from your mouth. He was fidgeting his finger behind his back as he kept looking around, but with your statement, he was completely shut down. After a while he spoke again. “This is her favourite place, I'm sure she will…” he didn't bother completing whatever he was about to say, but you understood. “I'm sure she will come” and you completed it for him.

“my feet ‘s really starting to hurt, you know?” you protested giving in to the pain. You knew he was about to say something about your comment but suddenly his body shifted and he picked you up easily, his hands enveloping around your thighs. The short skirt that you found in your closet was certainly a wrong move for today. “What are you—” your words cut off as you realised when you looked far from his shoulder, in a very slim black dress that hugged onto her body until it covered down her knees, cute white puff sleeves. His blond hair tied to a slick bun. A new stranger was accompanying her, she was clinging onto his shoulder, laughing suddenly when he said something.

You guessed that he picked you up because his ex-lover suddenly showed up and with a man, that must be it. He had a strong grip as he carried you inside the bar, gently putting you down on the sofa as his face looked rather bored. “Such a romantic” you teased. “Shut up” there came back the reply, he sat down beside you, “how do you feel?” He asked, “much better”

You thought he would be kind of shocked to see that blondie with another man but maybe he already saw them together before, you put it aside for awhile, but when she walked inside the bar, all of the attention was on her. You felt him stiffening beside you, turning your face to meet his face. You saw his eyes darken, the vein on his jaw pop, he suddenly looked away and towards your gaze. And you knew, you knew that it was the first time he came to know all of this too, just like you. The last hope that was obvious on his face extinguished when you didn't take your eyes away, not this time. And that was the only thing that made you two different during this moment.

#satoru gojo #jjk x reader #jjk #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu satoru #satorugojo #jjk satoru #jjk fanfic

[cosmicpancakes]

Hi! So I saw your post about wanting to talk about Will Solace (me too queen, me too) so what are your headcanons? Or funny little tidbits about him and his friends? Love your blog!

OF COURSE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK!!! to hear that someone genuinely loves my blog is so surreal cause like??? You like my blog?? Where I literally just say what's on my mind and ramble???

(P.S. TO ANYONE SEEING THIS!! IF YOU WANT HEADCANONS FOR OTHER CHARACTERS JUST SHOOT ME AN ASK!!!! I WILL HAPPILY ANSWER THEM ALL :DD)

Okay without further ado, here they are!!!

My Will Solace headcanons! ☀️

He has curly hair! Think somewhere between 2c and 3a

Speaking about hair, his hair is naturally brown and he dyes it blonde

ANOTHER HAIR ONE but he has a very extensive hair care routine! You'd think he would have very damaged hair because of all the bleaching, but that shit is SOFT

Only uses feminine floral perfume cause it smells better (hes right. it does.)

Despite insisting on healthy eating, he survives off of random snacks and red bulls

Loves indie pop and jazz music but does listen to a lot a country as it reminds him of his mother

Hopeless romantic. He will cry to laufey.

90% of his closet is made up of incredibly cheesy dad joke t-shirts.

Wears lots and lots of bracelets! All very mismatched in terms of colour and texture, but it adds to the charm (or so he says)

His hair is just long enough to put in a very short ponytail when he works (but a few loose curls always slip out)

He sticks out his tongue when he's concentrating on something

Clarrisse practically adopted him as her honorary little brother and he went to her highschool graduation!! (she totally did not cry when she saw him. nope. not at all.)

everyone at camp owes him atleast 5 favours except lou ellen because she somehow never gets injured??? Cecil on the other hand, owes him about 13 favours.

Friday is the apollo cabin's game night, and he NEVER wins (kayla swears austin is cheating, but hes just really good at monopoly.)

the cabin is always spotless because he despises stable duty

(This one is canon but not talked about enough) when he said he's horrible at every apollo thing except healing, he was not exaggerating. an absolutely horrid singer and he would miss a target 3 metres away.

okay that was a lie because he can manipulate light.... to a certain extent. he's working on it he swears!!

One of those people that are incredibly insistant about wearing sunscreen even tho he doesn't need it himself

And now for some angsty ones because I know you all love them:

A very obvious one, but he has pretty bad PTSD.

I'm pretty sure this one is canon, but he saw Lee die in botl (i have had a oneshot idea about thia for months, but i literally never finish oneshots so theres no point in trying to write it ☹️)

A lot of people thought him and Lee were biological siblings because they looked so similar and also because they were super close

him and Micheal were also really close, but they were a lot more distant after Lee died and they never really got to reconnect

Post botl, the apollo cabin had about 17 kids. 3 survived the battle of manhattan.

has a really bad habit of overworking to distract himself

Way too many scars for a medic. (He won't admit where he got them from, or why most of them are on him arms.)

Okay, that's all for today!! I hope you enjoyed those headcanons :)

Once again saying this but if anyone reading this wants some headcanons for other characters please please leave me an ask 🙏 love you all okay bye bye

#pjo hoo toa #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #hoo #toa #headcanons #will solace #will solace angst #clarisse la rue #cecil markowitz #lou ellen blackstone #apollo cabin #cabin 7

[milo-the-professional-yapper]

I honestly do think people often confuse being deeply uncomfortable at a depiction of certain triggering topics with bad writing. If a certain graphic scene is explicitly shown, that does not necessarily mean that the act itself is being glorified. We also only have 10 seconds of this clip being passed around- we do not have the full context for the episode it’s apart of. A lot of people are casting judgement way too soon. There is still a possibility that the scene itself is handled with more tact than we’ve seen so far.

I, for one, am all for bringing awareness to these events- no person is the ‘perfect’ victim. People deal with their traumas in their own ways, and some times it’s a little fucked up- the last thing people need to do is shame them for it. And that’s all I’ll really say about the reaction to episode 4 of Hazbin, once the full episode comes out I’ll do a more in depth take. And my opinion may completely change- but right now this is my stance: it’s too early to say anything.

Separately, though, if you are someone who has gone through a trauma like this and you don’t care for the depiction of it- that is completely okay! Your feelings are 100% valid and I am not shaming you for it. But there are some people who do like how it was presented and we should not invalidate their thoughts and experiences because they have a different opinion. Both sides can be civil about this situation- I genuinely ask that everyone be empathetic towards how others may feel about it. Feel free to chat if you want to discuss more, I’m more than willing to have a civil conversation with people on all sides (as long as you also approach with an open mind).

#hazbin hotel #opinion #angel dust #hazbin hotel angel dust #I would actually love to hear different takes on this that aren’t full of pure hate #there’s been… close calls #but I wouldn’t say I’m a victim of SA by a long shot #that’s why I genuinely want to hear your thoughts #I’ve heard victims opinions on both sides and all have very valid points that I will probably go more in depth to in my episode 4 analysis #promise I’m done talking now

[princeofcyberpunk]

chat, is this real? (god i wish it wasn't.)

so uh. according to this thread its very possible that Level-5 is using ai art. thats fucking fantastic. thanks guys. definitely not a spit in the face to your fans who've loved you for years for your unique art direction. no. not at all :) /VERY SAR

it doesn't matter if they're "just using it for concept art" or whatever. they're still using it and its fucking gross. As a Yo-Kai Watch fan of almost 10 years now, I am truly disgusted. I hope they recall this decision and go back to using exclusively real artists, or they'll lose a lot of fans (including myself, which would break my heart. I love Level-5 games to death.)

I'm still most likely going to buy Inazuma Eleven: Victory Road and Decapolice when they come out, because most likely if the use of AI in scriptwriting/sidequests is real those will be rewritten in the English localization by actual people. Still doesn't change the concept art thing but i've been hyped for these games for too long to let that ruin it. If it goes any further than that tho, i'm probably going to tap out. Which sucks so much.

This is lazy at best and downright harmful to real artists at worst.

also why would you want it to look more like the anime bro the yo-kai watch anime was ass. thats just me tho askjfhakjhfkjafk

#princeposting #level-5 #yokai watch #decapolice #inazuma eleven #fuck ai art #ai art #fuck ai #if you support ai art don't interact dude. i don't want to hear you #take your whining about “gatekeeping” elsewhere. L. Ratio even. get gatekept lmao #this is genuinely so dissapointing. i'm an artist and i've loved Level-5's works since i was like. 8 #specifically because their art direction was so distinct and wacky and cool #so to see them do this is rlly dissapointing. #ik it wont do anything to a multi million dollar video game company to tell them to “do better” but still #do better guys wtf is this #this explains why i thought some of the Decapolice concept art looked strange. like there was something about the lineart that didn't look #right. now i know lmao

[shiroselia]

Makes me very ??? that even SSE themselves want to look into adding breeding when it would have absolutely zero usage in a game with an already established “get horse” mechanic (because that’s the purpose of breeding in any game that has it and is actually worth its salt; You get horses by it, SSO already Has This by purchasing horses, and breeding would have absolutely no use unless they pull some real stupid shit out of their ass because having Two get horse mechanics in a game is excessive and just kinda transparently dumb)

Makes me Really wonder if they’re like on the track of “This would expand our game in a useful manner” or if it’s just a “Oh people want this and god forbid we lose players”

#I think it's the latter personally #Just because people want it doesn't mean your game needs it #Because as stated #It'd be excessive AT BEST #And contrary to the average gamer's uneducated view #Every major feature you implement Needs a reason to be in your game #Otherwise the feature will fucking suck #At least if the feature changes or otherwise influences the core of your game and what it can actually do #And breeding is VERY high on the list of #Features that would inevitably overhaul how this game plays fundamentally #I am genuinely fucking ecstatic to hear about why they think the game needs breeding #Like come on SSE don't be shy #Spill your thought process #Convince me you aren't just being dumb about keeping players around for no good reason

[jonathanrook]

okay but the problem is. and the reason i don't actually id as ace. is that i have. ya'know. been sexually attracted to people before. two. to be specific.

#okay so in hs i thought i was demi which ik is on the ace spectrum #but there were some flaws in that logic. those namely being. i had never actually been attracted to someone before. #in hs okay. you need to hear me out on this. in hs i was doing like. compulsive bisexuality?? #i figured out i was queer but didn't know how really so i was randomly picking all sorts of crushes. not just guys like anyone. #which is why fun fact to this day i still don't know how many people i've actually ever had a crush on lmao bc i'd even lie in my diaries #but i know some of them were real but it was just like. a little romantic attraction. #and everyone i had a crush on (real or fake for the most part) i was friends w so demi whatever. #BUT THEN. 2019. the unthinkable happens. dan howell comes out and i realize i'm a dyke. #it didn't actually happen exactly in that order but it's funnier to explain it that way. #anyway. like a week later i met the second hottest person i've ever seen in my life ever. #side note i'd already met the hottest but i have Sieve Brain and i genuinely don't remember how that went at all in the slightest #so the second hottest will have to do as my point of reference forgive me #anyway before i even knew her name. Salivating. insane. #and to this day i've still only been attracted to those two people. not even celebrities. #i don't know what “celebrity crush” means and at this point i'm too afraid to ask. #but i feel like i'm fairly old to have only wanted to. like. fuck two people. that seems like a low number. i don't know how this works. #and it's not demi if i didn't get to know them first right? #ace people explain y'all are smarter than me real #but it literally is still like i don't understand you people and your. sex. why are you like that. #rachel rants

[ask-artsy-oncie]

I will honestly never forget how well thought-out and carefully constructed Della’s appearance in DT17 was as not only a nod to her most sentimental appearance in the comics but also a direct tie into Scrooge’s adventuring mentality and the ultimate consequence of where it could lead to, but because (in fandom) the worse possible thing you could ever be is an imperfect mother, she gets written off as an unnecessary inclusion, a bad character, a glorification of neglectful parents, etc.

#Ducktales #DT17 #see also: she disciplined Louie 'too harshly' once so she's an irredeemable monster #It's honestly painful to see that shit because she's - in my honest opinion - the best thing about the show #AT LEAST HATE HER FOR BETTER REASONS #THAT TELL ME YOU'RE CABABLE OF PROPERLY ANALYZING A SHOW YOU CLAIM TO HAVE AN EDUCATED OPINION ON #Like idk if you find her annoying or too blunt or hate her design or WHATEVER #but if I have to hear 'Della is an awful unnecessary character because Donald exists and she abandoned her kids' #or god forbid any reference to Timephoon! #Your argument ceases to hold water #Plus you miss out on so much about the show if you reduce her character in that way! #like Holy Fuck!! the rawness of the show letting you see clear evidence that this woman was raised to believe she was indestructible #the fact that she genuinely (GENUINELY) thought she wouldn't be gone for long enough for it to matter #or that her disappearance wouldn't affect Scrooge and Donald the way it did #(THE WAY HER TRANSMISSIONS WERE MEANT TO GO TO A FAMILY THAT WAS STILL TOGETHER #AND THAT HER KIDS WOULD GROW UP AT LEAST SEEING AND HEARING HER) #Because Scrooge RAISED her and she honest-to-god took everything he taught her to heart and that DIRECTLY LEAD TO THIS AAAAA #Not to mention the depth she adds to Scrooge's character!! #Like why would you want to ignore all that for the sake of being reductive?? #AND HER LULLABY TIES IT ALL TOGETHER #about how she intended on raising kids who would be curious and brave and excited to experience anything and everything life had to offer #The way she had been when she wrote it #just. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!

[orcelito]

I know it's not actually in my job description to put myself in harm's way just to spare my employees from the risk, but like. Idk. There's just something about being in a position of authority over them, yet not being able to truly change anything for them... all I'm doing is trying to make things as tolerable for them as possible, and trying to mitigate the owner's treatment of them as just business assets.

So no, I can't raise their wages, but I can be forgiving when it comes to tip deductions and maybe fudge things a little bit when it comes to performance reviews. I can keep some things a secret, and I can quietly tell a diabetic employee that she doesn't have to pay for the fries actually, I won't tell anyone.

And I can take on some of the riskier tasks, because I don't want them to have to. So I'll put the box up well over my head while im balancing on a ladder, I'll cut the giant wheel of parmesan cheese with a dull knife, I'll do the objectively unpleasant tasks, all so they don't have to.

I know my actions won't change the fact that we live in a soul-sucking capitalism machine, but I just hope I can make things even just a little bit more tolerable for them.

#speculation nation #i have. some thoughts about being an assistant manager. #i dont know if it's because i have a fundamentally giving personality. an inherent wish to protect and provide. #but i just dont understand why so many other people in positions of authority dont feel this way too. #i hear all those horror stories about awful managers and what have you. and like. why would you do that to people? #your Employees! #theyre real people just struggling to get by in life and youre going to treat them like dogshit? #why? so you can feel better about your own insignificant speck of a life? #im small. insignificant. so tiny in the grand scheme of things. #but you know what i can do? make life just a little bit better for a handful of people. #im not a perfect person. and im not great at this whole authority thing. #but what i do know is kindness and gratitude. #and every day im thankful to my employees for being there. for trying so hard despite how much it sucks. #i want to help them as much as i can. i want them to feel comfortable around me. #i want to make them feel Safe. cared for. protected. #the other day i walked a 17 year old employee out to her car after closing despite it being out of my way #bc i didnt want her to go out to the parking lot alone at night #the whole time i was just mentally Daring anyone to try to mess with us. i wouldve let loose on them. #in a detached sort of way i think i do love my employees. i know it's just a work relationship so i cant call it genuine love #but i still want to care for them. i want to make things Better. #i wish more people felt the same as me. maybe the world would be a little less hellish that way.

[strangerblurbs]

A story in which an author projects her OCD onto Eddie Munson. Featuring Steve being a helpful [boy]friend.

Sometimes words just stuck with him. Eddie wasn't always aware of when it happened, and no one else really caught on either. Often he'd hear a word, and repeat it over and over in his head. Sometimes, he'd hum it until the melody of the word left him. Most commonly, he would find himself writing out the word with his finger. He didn't always realize he was doing it, and it wasn't always noticeable until his nail accidentally dug into his skin. He'd trace words—letter by letter—, using the tip of his right index finger as a pen on the canvas of the pad of his thumb.

It wasn't typically an issue. Sure, it got annoying when his brain kept a word on loop. It hindered his thinking and focus, but he figured he kept up well enough that it wasn't an issue to share with others. The writing wasn't a social hindrance in the slightest, so he really never felt compelled to point it out to anyone. If anything, it made him feel more like he was paying attention, because he was hearing the words and writing them down. He's pretty sure he remembered a teacher once telling him writing down information would help him retain it better.

Eddie wasn't sure what to make of his habit. He wasn't usually aware of when he was doing it, only noticing when he looked down at his hand or needed to use his hand for something. He couldn't quite pinpoint why he did it either. It just happened. On several occasions when he was a little younger, he would try to pay attention to when he did the writing. He still couldn't decipher a common theme among the words or pacing. It just happened, and at this point he accepted that. He also couldn't recall doing it as a young child. It just began one day in his adolescence, and he couldn't seem to shut it off.

Steve caught him in a trance. He heard the word "freak" earlier. It wasn't in relation to him, but it was enough of a reminder of the times it had been. The word looped is his mind. Eddie's brows were furrowed, and his expression worried. He sat on the couch, legs pulled into himself, one hand under his chin, the other loosely near his face. He jolted when Steve waved his hand in his face to pull his attention. "Hey man. Where's your head at?" Steve watched as Eddie's right hand began to fidget. Not that Steve could tell, but Eddie had fixated on the word "where". Upon closer look, Steve noticed only Eddie's index finger was moving, but the motion was so quick that it caused his entire hand to shake. At the same time, Eddie acknowledged Steve's presence. "Oh, hey. Sorry. I was just thinking." He blinked a few times, lightly shaking his head as if his brain was clearing the thoughts like an Etch A Sketch.

Once Eddie looked more settled, Steve sat down beside him. Eddie couldn't figure out why Steve had such a look of concern on his face. "You do that a lot, you know. The whole stuck in your head thing. It's not bad to think, but after what you've been through—after what we've all been through—I worry when I see someone too in their head. Are you okay, man? Your hand is all fidgety, and you do that a lot too. Is that a nervous tick or something?" Eddie just stared at him for a second. After dealing with the Upside Down together, he'd learned to not trust his perception of Steve. He still hadn't expected the guy to be so caring, so perceptive.

"Uh yeah, man. I'm okay. I, uh, I was just remembering some stuff, and the thoughts wouldn't stop coming. I'm good now though." His brain ejected the word "freak", but his hand caught it. He began to write it. At this point, he knew what he was doing, but he wanted to focus on his conversation with Steve. It would be too much effort to assess the action and make himself stop, so he ignored it and continued. Steve didn't look convinced. They looked at each other for a moment before Steve began to hum. Eddie recognized it as Queen's Somebody To Love. He was going to question it until he felt warmth on his hand. The movement of his index finger stopped as he adjusted his hand to link with Steve's.

He knew the song choice was likely because Queen was one of the bands they both enthusiastically had in common, and that was nice in itself. Eddie knew Steve wouldn't understand just how perfect of a choice it was. Music had always been an outlet for Eddie, but it wasn't until the last few years that he'd realized how much the repetition of lyrics calmed him. He relaxed, unfolding his legs and leaning into Steve. As the song came to an end, he found himself humming along to the outro. His brain was still on a loop, but the song lyrics were soothing. It was a good distraction for the time being, and Eddie tried hard to stay in that moment for as long as he could.

#I'm not sure this will make sense to anyone but I needed to write it #I read a couple really poor portrayals of OCD today and considered making a post on my main blog #instead I channeled my frustration into inspiration to write #this is entirely based in my own experience #I do this frequently #I don't have a word for it and no one really has an explanation for it but I've seen online forums of people saying they do the same #I and most people attribute it to OCD #part of why I included the line about Eddie not doing it as a child is because OCD symptoms often do not appear until later in adolescence #personally I've had OCD symptoms including the finger writing since I was very young but for Eddie I wanted to write it as a development #I also didn't want to write it as an entirely negative thing #finger writing doesn't really impact my life. no one I'm around ever notices it or if they do it's not important enough to mention #I genuinely think it helps me memorize information because I'm hearing it and writing it #the repeating thoughts suck #especially when it's a bad word I'm stuck on #but I prefer word loops to the dark intrusive thoughts I also get #anyway OCD is a struggle. it is time consuming. it is energy consuming. it is tiring. #it is also extremely misunderstood and misrepresented in media #it is a real mental disorder and there many more symptoms than just the stereotype of cleaning and organization #not everyone experiences those and not every clean or organized person has OCD #do your research if you portray a mental illness you don't have and don't make generalizations #I will get off my soap box now #this piece of work is more of a vent than anything and Eddie is my outlet of projection #this made me feel better to write though #also Steddie as Queen fans supremacy #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson

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#i haven’t said anything mostly because i’ve been at work and i’m now getting ready to go out #so i haven’t rlly had time to put together something thoughtful #and i’m as white as they come so my voice is in no way shape or form one of the ones that needs to be amplified #but i hope you guys (my max mutuals) know that not every issue regarding max is some knee jerk fan war sort of situation #like yeah. he should not have said that and i really hope that’s not what he genuinely believes #there are many people who will look at his statements today and NEVER be able to rationalize why someone could support him #and this immediate ‘oh don’t fill the max tag with hate’ just feels tone deaf to me.....idk #like yeah the situation has nuance (obviously) but at the same time it doesn’t #so idk #be mindful #it’s hard to see someone you invest so much emotional energy with be so ignorant #but there are far more important things than your discomfort #what max said today was HARMFUL #i’m happy to hear other people’s perspectives if you’re willing to share #and please someone correct me if i’m wrong on this #the last thing i want is to contribute to these harmful cycles and rhetoric #👍