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ladystoneboobs · 1 month

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no of fence to jon snow fans who for some reason care about his exact age, but these discussions just annoy me no end. not only bc there's no way any weirwood flashbacks bran has to rhaegar/lyanna will come with time/datestamps, but also bc there's always comments like this:

SEVERAL turns of the moon (ie, months)?! have these people never seen a human baby before or just have no concept of their ages? even if we take into account travel time from the toj to wf, meaning jon was not a newborn too fresh out the oven when catelyn and robb arrived, there's still a difference between a newborn and a 3mo and an even bigger difference between those infants and an older baby 5-7mo. there's very good reasons these lines were cut. whatever birthdates can be worked out internally for jon and robb from when they're first mentioned as 15 and 16 don't matter in the end, bc grrm doesn't care about a consistent timeline and the actual text of catelyn's pov and ned's convo with robert about cheating on her should outweigh any guesstimates about jon's official nameday wrt robb's. catelyn may not have cared for jon, but she would sure as hell have noticed his nameday if it came before robb's and made him ned's firstborn. if jon's birthday canonically came before robb's then either ned's cover story would not involve adultery (not impossible for him to sire a bastard before his wedding), or he'd just give jon a new nameday along with his new name to fit the adultery lie. it makes no sense for him to lie about one and not the other, undermining the big lie with a little public clue of his story not adding up. whatever else she was as a stepmother, cat wasn't stupid and a bastard who was actually the eldest son being raised alongside her trueborn heir could be an even bigger insult than whether he was born of adultery or not.

BUT, the unknowability of jon's true birthday is not the only reason this annoys me, it's bc this is all based on the assumption that jon must be older since rhaegar/lyanna ran off together before ned married cat, as if both boys must have been conceived asap as robb canonically was when his parents consummated their marriage. and that's not how human reproduction works! even if you don't understand how fast babies grow in the first year, you should know that people who get pregnant do so through ovulation cycles and a lucky sperm finding an egg and all that, not just immediately getting knocked up as soon as one has p-in-v sex for the first time. not unless you only know mean girls sex ed where if you have sex you will get pregnant and die. (even tho lyanna did die, there's plenty of canon examples where pregnancy did not lead straight to death. also examples of people who did not get pregnant right away and even some who are/were sexually active and childless without always having moon tea on hand.) we can't know how long lyanna was having sex before that sperm+egg match happened or even how long she was with rhaegar before losing her technical virginity. if they were married, doesn't it make sense to think they didn't consummate their relationship until the wedding night either? that's the only leverage there is to ensure a status as wife rather than just mistress.

and while i just said grrm doesn't care about exact timelines and a lot is still foggy surrounding the rebellion and esp rhaegar, there is one timemarker wrt robert's rebellion he voluntarily threw in, time and time again: that stannis was besieged at storm's end for almost a whole year. that siege, which mind you, did not match the duration of the entire war. it only started after robert won his battles at gulltown and summerhall, returned to storm's end, and then went out and lost the battle of ashford, leaving his homeland open to the reachermen. the same siege which only ended when ned made a detour there after the sack of king's landing, before going to the toj. even if lyanna may not have given birth that exact day ned found her, she could only be waiting in that bloody bed for weeks at the most, not months. so if rhaegar knocked her up the very same night he carried her off and jon was still a newborn when ned found her after the siege of storm's end had ended, wouldn't that mean lyanna was pregnant for well over a year? that's not how human pregnancy works either! so, maybe that's proof that jon and robb, whichever order they were actually born in, were actually very close in age as babies, much closer than if they were both conceived asap.

and really, jon's actual birthdate does not matter imho, when he was raised not just as the bastard to robb's trueborn heir, but with robb also known by catelyn and the world as ned's firstborn (which he was, in any case, as jon was ned's nephew by birth). what difference could a birthdate before robb's make (even were there some means of discovery) after ned, cat, and robb are all dead? if one is looking only at his birth parents then he's only a firstborn child on lyanna's side, but definitely a second son on rhaegar's side. maybe he was always meant to be a second son with a not much older half-brother! even if the aegon fka young griff is not in fact rhaegar's son, he'll still be known as aegon vi targaryen, meaning jon will never be known as any father's elder son. if i may reference mean girls again, it's not going to happen.

#valyrianscrolls #asoiaf #asoiaf meta #robb stark #jonathan snowflake starkgaryen #i want him to succeed me as king in the north #jon snow #ned stark #lyanna stark #like this isn't prompted by anyone except that reddit post and its comments this has just annoyed me for so long #that's why i made that show!robb/show!jon coming of age gifset years ago bc narratively jon is always a second son #bc robb did everything first as elder bro and the only milestones jon will hit first will be the those robb can't since he's dead for good #(obviously starting with jon being first male stark to be brought back from the dead)#not that everyone interested in this debate thinks this way but it just feels tied to the idea of jon being a trueborn heir #not only was he never a bastard he was an eldest boy! eldest surviving boy with those pesky half-dornish sibs gone! point missed.#sorry i just dont think grrm means for a targ restoration with king jon any more than fake eldest boy kendall roy could win his succession #(c)lsb #i had to look up all the quotes on the big storm's end siege bc it makes me feel like i'm taking crazy pills #thinking what abt stannis starving for a year while others are like we just can't know how long rr was. was it even 9mons?#like yeah lollys's pregnancy doesn't add up but bc grrm really slowed the tl down postacok prob w/o really thinking #thats diff from repeatedly saying something lasted almost a year when he didn't have to give such a timeframe!

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anakinsthot · 3 months

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34 and obikin for the fic list! 👀👀👀

Thank you for this prompt!

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34. meeting at a masquerade ball au (760 words)

Someone had allowed the event planner to hire a quartet of jizz-wailers for the masquerade. The off-key kloo horn player was adding to the headache that Obi-Wan’s elaborate suit and matching mask had brought on at the beginning of the night. The only upside to the mask Obi-Wan had been required to don for it was that it hid his facial expressions. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to hide his distaste for the worst of the songs otherwise.

The mask otherwise was nothing but a hindrance. The Order had sent him because they’d gotten a tip that there would be an illicit deal taking place during the ball: that the Zygerrians were selling force sensitives to the Neimoidians. For what purpose was unknown, and Obi-Wan was tasked with stopping the deal and gathering information. He had his suspicions on which Trade Federation and Zygerrian representatives would be here, but it was difficult to identify anyone with the ornate masks and disguises every being in the room wore.

Obi-Wan was startled out of his perusal of the dance floor – he’d been tracking three different Zygerrians on the floor, and he was about to rule out one of them as his mark - by someone bumping into his elbow and spilling their drink on him.

“So sorry, I didn’t see you there. Here, let me help you clean up.” Before Obi-Wan could say anything the stranger had looped their arm through his and was pulling Obi-Wan toward the freshers.

“I’m quite alright,” Obi-Wan protested, “It’s just white wine, I can just grab a napkin here to clean it up.”

“Kriff,” the stranger muttered. “I knew I should have grabbed a different drink.”

Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes and dug his heels in. Regardless, the other man kept dragging him. Unwilling to cause a scene, Obi-Wan gave in and followed. When they made it through the fresher door the stranger took off his blue and green mask, covered in large feathers, and revealed his face.

“Again, I’m so sorry Master Kenobi, but I’ve got important information for you.” Earnest blue eyes met his and Obi-Wan swallowed back the biting retort he’d been prepared to reply with.

“I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage,” he said instead. The stranger bit their plush lip, drawing in Obi-Wan’s eyes, while they debated whether to reveal their identity or not.

“Knight Anakin Skywalker,” the man said finally, offering his hand out for Obi-Wan to shake. Instead, he grasped his fingers gently and bent down to press a soft kiss to the back of Anakin’s hand. “I – I’m a shadow from the Tatoo system. I’ve been tracking the Zygerrians you’re here for.”

Obi-Wan pushed his own mask up so he could speak to Anakin face to face. It was a relief to have another Jedi here. Normally this mission would have been assigned to a Master with a senior Padawan, or two Knights, but with rising tensions throughout the galaxy the Jedi were spread thin.

“Pleased to meet you Anakin,” he said warmly. “People might start to notice if we hide in the fresher for too long, why don’t you fill me in on the dance floor?”

Anakin smiled and put his mask back on before looping an arm through Obi-Wan’s. “I’ll follow your lead, Master.”

On the dance floor, Obi-Wan drew Anakin close and guided him into a simple dance step. Anakin followed his lead easily. They spun around the floor and Anakin pointed out the Zyerrian he’d followed across two systems, and told Obi-Wan what he’d learned about the trafficking operation. They had some time until the handoff, and Obi-Wan decided to keep them on the dance floor and wait for the mark to leave before they followed.

Tipping his face down, Anakin whispered into Obi-Wan’s ear. “What do you say after we kick some slaver ass and free some force sensitives, you give me a ride on your ship after?” He let one of his hands slide down Obi-Wan’s chest, making his intentions clear.

Obi-Wan pulled back slightly to get a better look at Anakin. “Surely they teach shadows how to flirt better than that?”

Anakin shrugged. “It’s working, isn’t it?”

“Force help me, it is. Though you could have gotten what you wanted without opening your mouth.” Anakin smirked at him and started to say something. “Don’t say anything,” Obi-Wan said exasperatedly.

Anakin wiggled his eyebrows and pulled Obi-Wan off the floor. “Come on,” he said excitedly, “it’s go time. We can talk about what to do with my mouth after we take care of this.”

#by take care of this anakin does mean murder the zygerrian and the buyer #i'm thinking he was found and trained by a jedi shadow #and the order has him remain a shadow so they can turn a blind eye to some of his methods that the senate wouldn't approve of #i.e. light saber first ask questions never when he's taking down hutts and slavers regardless of their ties to republic commerce #obi-wan is a little bit horrified and a lot turned on by how ruthlessly efficient anakin is #and they manage to save the force sensitives that were being sold ofc #obikin #prompt fill

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constantvariations · 10 months

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Why did they create such a useless character to show Cinder's backstory when Salem is literally right there AND the real question the audience wants answered???

Imagine if it had been Salem who stayed at the hotel and saw something of herself in the scrappy servant girl. She saw how the Madame treated little Cinder and offered a way out only if Cinder has the power to be useful to her. Maybe she put Cinder to a test of how far she was willing to go for freedom, or maybe Salem wanted something from the Madame that she wouldn't give so it was up to Cinder to provide

Either way, Salem gets a young disciple that's ruthlessly ambitious and easy to manipulate and Cinder gains the illusion of freedom under a new master

#rwde #ofc salem wouldnt be grimmified in this version bc she'd stand out too much to do under the table shit #or she still could be but the world actually looks like an anime like it did in the beacon days #v4 on is far too grounded in reality design-wise #where the hell are the folks w wild ass hair colors and styles?? the most we get is joannas green but she says like 10 words so who cares #tis some bullshit and why i refuse to call v4+ rwby an anime #anyway this was somehow prompted by me comparing vergil to cinderella #as you can see i am Completely Normal tm #ngl tho vergil is a better cinderella if instead of riches-rags-riches its power-powerless-power #cinder starts at the bottom so her baseline mentality is way off if you want to do a cinderella remake #rags to riches is abt underdogs clawing up the social ladder against all odds #but riches rags riches is abt reclaiming what was yours #if we use cinders random disdain towards schnees in v8 as inspiration we could have a story of rival businesses #cinders father gets booted from power/high society thanks to Jacques's maybe legal maybe not methods and meddling #could go several ways from there:#her father could die and she'd be left homeless and alone in the cruel underbelly of the wealthy and powerful #she could find work w the Madame and try to endure the abuse so she and her father can pay the bills #her father could straight up sell her to the madame #itd be a horrific way to learn the significance of power and how easily it can be taken #i wanna like cinder so bad but v5 on fucked her irreparably. she doesnt even dress well anymore ffs

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gearbroth · 2 years

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Atlas

#time to find out if tumblr flags me for this hkjdga #ironstar gordon #tf2 space au #space au #drawpile #fallen angel art prompt #<- tis that painting for reference if its not known #star's not really this shredded hdsakjdf i just liked how the abs turned out so i didnt soften them more x'D #theyre a transmutable alien he can look however he wants so u3u #viable excuse sdhfkjds anyway dies #artistic nudity #tw: nudity #idk ?Aa/sdsdf??#myart #edit: I PUT A TYPO IN THE TITLE AND NO ONE TOLD ME AHSDJKDFSDFS

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callsign-bunnie · 1 year

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You're all good hun! SO instead how about we go a simple hurt/comfort staple, : Alerudy waking up after nightmares of fire and gunshots with plenty of cuddles and soft assurances.

Perfect!

Rodolfo sighed as he pulled the meat out of the freezer. He'd forgotten to before Alejandro had gotten home and then Alejandro had been so loving and sweet... and one thing led to another and they'd ended up in bed and Rodolfo had forgotten to take it out.

He rubbed at his eyes, shivering a little from the cold of the freezer, though he was wearing Alejandro's shirt. He would likely never be comfortable naked even in his own home. The crux of being a private person.

Once it was in the fridge so it could thaw without Rodolfo having to worry about it getting too warm, he yawned and turned, going back to their bedroom. However, he paused when he heard noise coming from it, listening carefully.

Sobs. Rodolfo frowned, deeply. Alejandro never cried. Even though he'd lost the idea that it made someone weak, he just never did. Not unless it was really bad.

Rodolfo carefully stepped in the room. Alejandro was practically clinging to Rodolfo's pillow, his body wracked with horrible deep sobs. They shook his entire body and practically the bed. Rodolfo understand, in that moment, why they called them wails. If it weren't for the lack of volume, it would have fit perfectly.

"Ale, what happened?" He asked, gently, going over to Alejandro's side of the bed. He gasped as he was grabbed and in one motion was under Alejandro. Alejandro was kissing over his entire face, though tears dripped from his jaw onto Rodolfo's neck.

Alejandro didn't answer for a while before he finally stopped, burying his face in Rodolfo's neck. "I'd lost you. I didn't make it in time to save you from the fire and you died and... I lost you."

Rodolfo softened, closing his eyes. He wished he could say this was the first night Alejandro had woken up, distraught from a nightmare over it, but it'd been barely a year since it'd happened and Alejandro had woken up at least once a month, in some state of distress over the idea of Rodolfo having died.

Sometimes, it was Phillip Graves having gotten to Rodolfo instead of Alejandro. That had been a particularly rough one. Alejandro's brain had spun this tale of Rodolfo having been conditioned to be terrified of him and Rodolfo had ended up killing himself and Alejandro had woken up screaming for that one.

Another was Rodolfo not believing Alejandro would choose him and instead going to Valeria's side and while that hadn't necessarily done too much damage, Alejandro had spent almost an hour repeating that he would only ever choose Rodolfo.

But most of them were of Rodolfo dying in some horrific and gruesome way and poor Alejandro being left to deal with the aftermath of a life without Rodolfo.

Rodolfo closed his eyes. "I'm right here, Ale." He murmured and pet his hair. "I'm always going to be here."

Alejandro pulled away, looking down at Rodolfo. Rodolfo's heart broke when he saw him. His eyes were so red and puffy... He looked so distraught. "I never want you to die."

"I will do my best." Rodolfo smiled up at him, reaching up to touch his face.

"Leave the military. Retire." Alejandro nodded.

Rodolfo sighed. He'd been expecting it. This was also part of their night. Alejandro would beg him to leave the military. He was safer on the ranch. "Ale... I will tell you what I tell you every time you ask me to. Not until you do."

Alejandro made a frustrated noise and collapsed back on Rodolfo, half crushing him. "Please, Rudy, you're so much safer away from all of it."

"So are you. I joined with one goal in mind, to keep you alive." Rodolfo shrugged. "So, as long as you are in the military, so will I be."

Alejandro sounded distraught as he borderline begged Rodolfo. "Please.... Please, mi sol. I can't... I can't do this anymore. I am so terrified all of the time, please..."

"Alejandro." Rodolfo said, gently. "You know what will make me leave."

Alejandro went silent and then Rodolfo felt him sobbing into his shoulder again, his arms moving under Rodolfo's waist to pull him up tightly into him. It was almost uncomfortable, but Rodolfo wouldn't deny Alejandro this.

So, Rodolfo just held him. He cradled his head to his shoulder and rubbed his back. "I'll always be here, Alejandro. I'm right here."

#Alejandro Vargas #Rodolfo Parra #Alejandro x Rodolfo #Aledolfo #Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #Call Of Duty #angst prompts #did you see how i tied them all together?#i'm so clever

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crescentfool · 4 months

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doing things outside of your usual is such a humbling experience...

#lizzy speaks #to those who are curious what prompted this: my friend and i are collaborating on a video essay together #we picked it back up a week and a half ago after it laid in limbo for a month or two #and we're currently in the phase of editing it together (scripting + recording the VO is done)#and MAN. my respect for people who work on scripted/informative content just shot up through the ROOF #most of my experience with editing comes from footage first and then edit down approach (rather than creating/gathering visuals to uplift-#a written script) and it's. well. they engage with very different skillsets i think #my friend who i am collaborating with is very amused at me because this is not her first rodeo. meanwhile me as a first-timer.#i am telling her about how i am losing my mind over my editing timeline having gaps of footage because i couldn't think of anything to put #for certain portions (or i just didnt feel like looking through preexisting footage on the internet and dl-ing it)#and she compared it to 'telling a kid whos going thru puberty that its normal' EKLHFGLHH #im ngl the way i have spent like maybe 10 hours today off and on looking up footage and fact checking the splat artbook is so. explodes #it makes sifting through an 11 hour batch of footage of me playing big run sound like a cakewalk in comparison LMAOO #anyway if you read this far thank you :D i hope that in 2024 i can continue to be humbled in trying new things #and i highly encourage others 2 do so too! try a new method of approaching something or do smthn slightly adjacent to what you do!#tis a good learning experience and also makes u very appreciative of the things that are out there methinks #im literally only editing an 11 minute segment or so idfk how people make those 1+ hr video essays LIKE HELLO??? ESP IF ITS LICENSED MEDIA #HOW DO U GET ALL THE FOOTAGE FOR THAT. U MUST BE REALLY HYPERFIXATED AND DEDICATED TO THAT. DAMN. anyway. have a good 2023 everyone!

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hobgodling · 11 months

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picture the two of us in a sun-soaked room you and the rumpled sheets on the queen-sized bed and me in front of the closet mirror but the shape of my body pressed into the memory foam mattress still

picture the two of us on a day just like today when i see you in the closet mirror blinking slow and thinking (i know) the same thing as me

that on a day like today if i'd gone to that party or you'd booked that flight home this picture i'm painting would be of two seas and the ocean between

serendipity

#my poetry #summer poetry prompts fill #original poetry #poetry #poets on tumblr #idk how to feel abt this one #trying a new style but unsure if i like it #ah well! tis the summer of experimentation #tis the summer of not being afraid :)

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writersagony · 1 year

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Vanilla Extract

The first thing that Hero registered when they woke up was the strong smell of vanilla.

This was odd for two reasons, mainly. The first, and maybe what Hero should be more worried about, what that Hero lived alone, and hadn't told anyone they know where they live.

The second, which Hero was actually more concerned with, was that their window's curtains had been opened, and the sun was shining through their eyelids when they tried to go back to sleep.

Finally, it annoyed Hero enough for them to get up from their very comfortable bed to very aggressively pull the curtains shit again. Being up now, though, and arguably more awake, Hero realized that the strong vanilla scent in the air was accompanied by what sounded like a whole lot of banging.

Hero's powers thrummed in their hands as they crept to their bedroom door. As they got closer, the scent got stronger and the banging got louder. They opened the door in a rush, only to find...

Nobody.

The banging was gone, though the scent remained and was stronger than ever. But nobody was there.

Confused, and wary, Hero walked through their apartment, looking for something out of place. Until they got to their kitchen.. and found a bottle of vanilla extract on the counter, knocked over without a lit and dripping onto the floor.

They sighed, settling their powers, and went to clean up the mess.

I must be more out of it than I thought, to make this mess and not remember it...

As they went to their bathroom to grab a towel, a chill went up their spine. They slowed their steps, craning to listen around them.

Their arm went out just in time to catch a...

Another bottle of vanilla extract?

#vanilla extract #lmao #writing prompt #writing #writing snippet #my writing #writers #writers on tumblr #writersagony #i kept putting vanilla essence instead of extract #and im not sure why #is vanilla essence a real thing?#this is me trying ti find out how many people actually follow the “vanilla extract” tag

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sweet-beezus · 9 months

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Edit: Somehow, my queue glitched and posted this earlier this week, so hopefully~ this works out-

Golly, another @khoc-week has come and gone, time sure flies when you're having fun-

Thank you for another AWESOME week full of such fun OCs!!! I love seeing everyone's creativity shine through their characters, it's like a small look into everyone's brains where we can admire the little worms living in there... in a good way!

Whether they're freshly hatched or well aged, these silly guys always bring me so much joy! :)

Genuinely, I wish I had the energy to interact with every single one of them, so instead I will blow them all a kiss from afar!!! ♥ ♥ ♥ They are what makes this week of the year truly special!

Beware, I will be lurking in tags ready to pounce on every OC I see after this is over I'm OBSESSED- (jk jk... unless?)

Onwards, then, to the final prompt of the year!!

Day 7 - Happily Ever After

Now, alas I've been following the canon timeline and filling in gaps with my own fun worldbuilding, characters and lore, so by all rights their stories are not gonna reach a happy ending for a WHILE (writing? who is she?), however the hypotheticals are always a good way to cope with that!

What their endings have reached so far while we're in lore hiatus (waiting endlessly for Missing Link and KH4... jk jk I hope they take their time tbh-) is that ideally after KH3, while everyone is looking for Sora, they're world jumping and clearing out remaining hoards of darkness together as a crew, alongside Reixen for more bonding time, in a variety of new places! They solve some mysteries surrounding their own personal character arcs and learn things about themselves they never considered, it's a real eye opener. Day 2 kinda hints at that with my picks of places I want them to go to fulfill that! At this rate, they may just be a series of oneshots...

Of course, it all eventually HAS to end, so here's some loose ends and how they may tie them up!

Iris:

Considering Iris ended up in the future, of course she has to cope with the reality that the worlds she knew are gone, or at least have yet to be restored (aside from Daybreak Town there's no repairing that-). Plus the existential crisis of having technically been dead AND given a new, puppet-esque body to inhabit. Lucky, she is, to even be here to begin with.

At the same time, she's helping Alto regain his memories from the same era they both managed to escape in some way. Being repeatedly reincarnated kinda screws some things up along the way, so it's a long haul process for the both of them to come to terms with.

Depending on what happens with the Scala ad Caelum plotline, they may both travel there, or to what's left of it, for closure, as well as to learn about the culture there to see what became of it after they were both long gone. Pay their respects to Alto's pal Ephemer and all that.

Her ending ideally is moving on and learning to live in a time she didn't anticipate seeing, which should be simple in theory since she's so young. She stays with Irene and Alto in Radiant Garden, and together with Alto they both take up lessons with Merlin and Yen Sid to learn more modern Keyblade skills, eventually (despite being Keyblade Master precursors) they are granted the titles of Master and help protect the universe.

♡♡♡

Irene:

She returns to her job, forever changed by her experiences, and helps her fellow castle staff move on and forgive themselves for the horrors they had to go through. It's a long haul process, but it will be worth it!

She finds herself a comfy living place in Radiant Garden to offer as a safe space for those she grew close to when they need it, where she essentially adopts Alto and Iris, since they don't really have a place to go that isn't rooming with a wizard or an on-the-road teenager. From time to time she also travels to Twilight Town to visit Reixen and her found family (maybe attending her polycule wedding at some point), but otherwise seems perfectly content staying put. Maybe the occasional visit from Iliana, as a treat. That doesn't require much aside from constant pestering, really.

While readapting to life a decade later than she's used to is a hassle in of itself, she seems to do it with grace, which is impressive considering she was presumed dead for said decade-

She also has that wonderful romance with Russell, as they deserve, and they both get to retire at some point knowing they have their chance to heal from all the suffering they experienced... and with more adopted kids than they know what to do with-

♡♡♡

Iliana:

What I envision for her is kind of complicated and long, so I'll try to keep it short-

Ideally, she gets to save her world once and for all while also getting rid of Igni, which almost costs her her life (nothing is allowed to be easy with Igni, as we've learned from Day 4-). So afterwards she's in recovery surrounded by the loved ones she gained along the way. For how long? Who's to say, miss ma'am will either be MIA or in a comatose sleep (jk jk... unless?) so it depends entirely on her and the awful side effects of Igni's possession tbh-

Chronically ill? With Igni goo disease? More likely than you think!

On the bright side, she finally gets to reunite with her brother in this timeline, though later than intended, and the two eventually take off on a journey of self discovery! Or they probably camp out with their uncle for a while before they do that, either way. They make up for lost time and get to grow together as people while also tying up a whole heap of loose ends their pasts left behind. A whole heap is nothing to sneeze at in this case-

In between, she makes time to check in on various allies as well as hang out with (her nerdy now bf) Ienzo. They have a funky long distance relationship because of her travels, so she surprises him with her presence when she can.

Maybe she gets an engineering degree, who knows? Certainly not me, at least not yet.

I like to think she eventually takes on apprentices or something and is probably the most annoying mentor known to the universe, especially if one of her apprentices is conveniently a secret younger sibling (I joke but... maybe-).

Nothing will be easy, of course some stupid new plot will pop up and she'll have even more nonsense to deal with, but that's a later issue to think about.

♡♡♡

And finally, they all get therapy ♥

They're doomed by the narrative to be absolutely demolished but can never truly die, so it's only fair they can live out somewhat happy and fulfilling lives despite every up and down I throw at them!

That's all I've got for this prompt, thank y'all for another wonderful KHOC Week and I will see y'all next year!!

Or in the tags, I'm always in the tags. :3c

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aparticularbandit · 7 months

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that said, you know when you're starting to get attached to a thing when 1) you start thinking of fanfic ideas and/or, more importantly, 2) you start thinking of crossover ideas with other stuff you are or have been attached to.

aka: i really want to a thing where junko and dottie underwood are together. for whatever reason. because. there's some crossover thoughts there.

aka: my who framed roger rabbit tumblr background that someone keeps bringing up is now giving me what would junko be like in toontown tokyo aka if junko is a toon portraying a role, what is junko outside of the role as a separate entity and also i really want to throw her at haruhara haruko from that expanded universe because they would hate each other so much but also.

....

i really want to play with wfrr!junko. so much. i have no reason or place to do that right now because the jess & agatha thing is very firmly early 2000's (and because dr1 didn't come out until 2010, that would be when roger died if i was playing with timeline canon, and then jess would be in that year of default, and right now i'm writing jess gets a happy ending for once).

so really that depends on if i return to the greater wfrr universe for other shenanigans.

mostly i want to play with a wfrr concept of junko.

#musings #bandit brainstorms #prompts #bandit #look the great thing about wfrr concepts and versions of characters #and deciding how much of their self is tied to the character they portray #and also if junko is the first role that junko portrayed - otherwise she's going to potentially have more character traits of whomever she #may have played first #but also because of how i structured toontown tokyo to function differently than toontown usa (the toontown we see in wfrr)#junko as a villain would be top of the toon hierarchy and also own herself vs. someone like jess who is bottom of the toon hierarchy #and also has her copyright owned by someone else #(although by the time we get to 2010 eleanor would be dead and she left jess's copyright specifically to jess so i guess by that time jess #would own herself. maybe. i think there was a variant where eleanor left jess to one of her granddaughters - anna - but that's deep lore #and most of the time when i wrote jess in that time period it was timeline canon and she was human so eleanor would have left her to her)#...i apologize i know this doesn't make sense to a lot of you and i'm sorry #remember when i had a fanfic vs. profic soapbox #please don't tell me the amount of effort i put into my worldbuilding is lesser just because bits of it are fanfic or rp #or because it may have started there #a n y w a y #ramble in the tags woo!#but also the idea of who MUKURO would be in ttt #is fascinating #because she's much more easily other characters too

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kalessinsdaughter · 1 year

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My first entry for Whumpuary 2023, and my first time trying to complete a collection

Prompt. no 2 "bruises"

Hiccup has the bright idea to send Astrid and Dagur on a scouting mission together, to "help them overcome their differences". What could possibly go wrong?

#whumpuary #whumpuary2023 #whumpuaryno2 #httyd #rtte #dagur the deranged #astrid hofferson #whump #lady whump #bruises #tied up #threats of rape #race to the edge #how to train your dragon #dagur #astrid #httyd fanfiction #prompt fic

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funkypoacher · 2 years

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From your pinned prompt list: Ghosts I Have Seen

fiiinally getting back into my prompts list (and thank you so very much for sending this). This is a bit of a 'look behind the scenes' -- this scene, in fact.

It's from the second half of the first chapter of my Honest Hearts fic which still doesn't have a title (ffff). This half of the chapter is from July's POV, meaning you wouldn't get to see what's going on in Daniel's head, except, thanks to this prompt, I've now written it. dundundun.

With a setting sun, supper dishes soaking in the river, and a full stomach satisfied, it’s a strange time to see ghosts, but there they are. They aren’t in her boldly-wondered question. They’re not in its answer, either. What happened to New Canaan? passes quickly between them, the faces of those murdered on Daniel’s mind as opaquely as what he says next.

‘They were lost.’

While not exactly illuminating, it’s transparent enough; however, that’s still not where his ghosts lie. They’re here; they’re her. Miss Wells talks about what a higher power might do for the Sorrows—what the NCR can offer them: protection, education, and a support net—and all these beautiful, democratic notions plucked from her teacher’s lecture-books which she clearly takes as gospel. And in every passioned breath—in the piqued pink of her cheek—Daniel sees his ghosts. He sees the ghost of himself setting out on his first mission, full of joy, and generosity. He sees himself some years later, returning to the Sorrows, continuing to preach God’s love. He sees himself, again and again, propelled by optimism and yet destined for where he ends up: losing the people he loves to grand ideals, all of them victims of sloth.

It will not happen again. New Canaan’s fate cannot be mirrored in Zion.

“What the NCR wants from Joshua would never be justice,” Daniel says, entering the conversation she just accused him of half-listening to. “What you want is vengeance. To rain wrath upon a man you have no right to judge. Only God has that right, and He will judge Joshua. In the end.” Daniel looks her over, not bothering to interpret her expression as that of either indignation or confusion, while saying, “we’re done here,” and he motions to the last of the dinner dishes in his hand: a dried, chipped cup.

“Right. Well.” Miss Wells stiffly collects her washing rag and the tallow soap. “Thank you for helping with these.”

“No. Thank you.” Daniel’s voice softens. As he looks at Miss Wells, he thinks of himself those years ago, and knows he must be better. He cannot simply debate with Joshua over the morality or spiritual weight of what must be done—he has to do more for the Sorrows than wonder what would have happened if those old roads had remained forgotten. And he now has a good notion of the actions to take.

Seeing a clear path before him, Daniel realizes he’ll be able to bury his youth’s hubris. It makes him—well, it makes him rather forgiving, just then.

“I have something for you,” Daniel says as Miss Wells is walking away, the softness of his tone an offering in itself. “Back at camp.”

and sadly it's not even his penis :(

#i missed using that banner #it's so dumb #anyways this was nice #i really want to write more pre-relationship #which obviously means i should be writing my goddamn story but that's too much work i guess #also #i forgot how many shitty tropes these two fall under #Enemies to Lovers #Slow Burn #THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED #yeesh #anyways #thanks again for the prompt <3 #(all hail the Ship Tropes -- tis better than bread to the starving man)

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noxtivagus · 1 year

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i'm gna return to genshin soon i think :>

#🌙.rambles #[ genshin. ]#i am barely active n i barely play #last i played properly was w ayato.... i did not get him though 😭#last i actually played though was when i decided to move from ps4 to my phone!#i should prepare. for layla. i like her. a lot. ><#i'm not too fond of actually playing genshin but i do like the charas!#i don't like the game but i like the charas! & i think the world n lore is rather interesting #confession i was reading stuff of my fav charas last week ahaha #they're cool though :<#ayato's my fav.#first was kaeya when i started out then it was a tie with child then it actually became childe then #ayato. yeah. Ayato. now ayato's my first fav then kaeya tied with childe!#usually my fav charas are rather charming in a way i realize #take ffxiv for example my top 3 favs are emet-selch & alphinaud & aymeric & hermes #ignoring the fact that. that is 4 and not 3 bcs i can't pick a top 3 >.>#you See though. the vibes. yeah!#thinking about how i want to write for all my fav charas the thing i did with ffxiv last year #a lil thing of their dynamics c:#or like. yk those art prompt memes idk how to call it sob but #IDK BUT LIKE. thing for example 'hug' n i'll write smth about how it'll be like for each character #& like i remember that one ffxiv art i saw like last year that inspired me #they drew for example with like uhh the scions? like w thancred he n the artist's wol are drinking. & then w other characters #they're doing other actions #if i were to translate that to writing relating to my own wol. IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN #but like for example my wol with haurchefant would be drinking hot chocolate while walking together on a cold coerthas night !#alphy would be uhhh studying together? reading smth? writing letters to each other? LIKE THAT.#this strayed off the original topic but :] i wna do that sort of thing for other fav charas too in general #like words. phrases? or writing a small lil thing of an 'aesthetic' maybe idk how to word or explain #anyways i'll try actually writing again later but for now i wna just play or chill or wtvr c:

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melonn-soda · 4 months

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❝ PERSONAL STREAM (A Little Too Personal..) ❞

word count: 1.9k

warnings: subbot! cis male reader, domtop! cis male kamo choso, camboy! choso, slight dumbification?, praise kink, reader referred to as a size queen (term is used for a man), mention of edging (choso), mentions/descriptions of manhandling

prompt: congratulations! you just won a solo fan call with your favorite camboy! hope you have fun watching him getting off to you being just the goodest boy ever :)

notes: a gift for and and idea from @sooniebby I jus made it into a choso fic. I've been holding it off for a while now, I think. this isn't as good as had wanted it to be but it's fine regardless. not beta read, sorry not sorry

fem aligned dni

you can’t believe it.

you actually can’t believe what you’re reading right now.

in your email inbox, something you barely ever check unless needed to, had a message from the user of a porn website (not your proudest moment) that you signed up on just to watch his videos, telling you that you won this month’s drawing. you had to stand up, walk around, eat breakfast, and come back to your computer to see if it was still there. if it was still real. you swore you’ve never felt so excited yet so scared in your life.

to know that, somehow, you won that solo fan call, to know that he’ll be jerking off for you, to know that no one else can see him but you, talking to you, and- shit. you were getting hard. you looked back at your computer screen. the email is still there. you’re not crazy. you feel like you are though.

the roll of the cheap gaming chair you bought from amazon sounded muffled in your ears as you backed away from your computer, getting up to get ready for the day with that email still lingering like an itch on your scalp that you can’t seem to satisfy. you need to get to work.

your co-workers noticed the blank stare in your eyes as you slipped on your chef coat and pants, hands on autopilot as you tucked hair into your hat and tied the apron around your waist. it smelled of fresh detergent since they just washed your uniform. your friend had to even point out that you cut your finger when dicing onions because you were too out of it to even notice. or was it that working in the food industry made your fingers numb to the sensation since it happens so many times? ... huh.

when you got back home, you opened up the email again. it’s still there. it’s still real. did you want it to be fake? part of you says yes but the majority of you hoped not. i mean, you’ve been following this guy for.. what, months now? lord knows how much money you’ve sent to him. he wants to start the call at 7pm on discord.

you thought he might use something else other than that app but he was probably just using an alternative account and he most likely changes his user after every raffle. if you were him, you would do the same thing.

...

you should probably take a shower.

it was 6:40 and your hair was still damp with water, towel resting on your shoulders to catch any stray droplets from getting your shirt wet. you kind of wanted to back out. the fear of being one to one with the camboy you’ve been fantasizing about for a long while now was scaring you a bit.

fingers fidgeting with the paper stars littering your desk and your foot rapidly tapping against the floor, you watched the seconds go by on your desktop. your dominant hand reaches for your mouse and highlights his username to copy it and paste it onto the add user section, sending the friend request to see that he accepts it not even 2 minutes later. ...was he getting ready?

your webcam was sitting on your desk, not properly hooked onto the top of your computer. it was plugged in but you hardly ever use it so it just sits where it is. should you set it up? ..no, you didn’t feel like it. your mic was completely ready though, as always. you and your friends would always play together on call, so it was your most used piece of equipment.

4 minutes.

your stomach twisted in anxiety.

choso sighed as he applied lotion all over his torso, all too used to the way he prepared everything during streams and bonus videos locked behind an even bigger paywall. this sidegig he was doing felt like a chore sometimes but money was money, and by god did this account make him a lot of it.

lots of women flocked to his account, entranced by the way his voice stuttered whenever he close, his hips that instinctively jerked because his hand wasn’t able to move any faster, and the whimpers that teared into the mic when he came all over his hands and milked himself for all that he’s worth. they mostly talked about how perfect his dick looked but that was an average comment in his chat.

he saw the friend request notification pop up on his computer and figured he’d at least get his cock hard before the call even started. he put on some random porno in the background, stroking himself with little care and when he got half-hard, he figured that would’ve been enough. he accepted the friend request and close the tab with the video playing, looking over to see that he had 4 minutes until he would start the call.

fingers moving expertisley across the keyboard, he made sure to tell you that the first 30 minutes of this session was free, any longer and you would have to start paying up. you replied with a very short, “got it.” and left it at that. you seemed to type out something more before it quickly went away, causing choso to raise an eyebrow. were you scared?

35 seconds.

choso was getting tired of waiting, so he began the call. unbeknownst to him, you freaked out when you heard the ringtone rumble through your speakers, hesitating to accept the call. in the end, you did anyway because you didn’t have to pay for this private session for 30 whole minutes.

the half-curse’s hand went back to his dick, stroking it with barely any passion behind his movements. however, he wasn’t expecting to see the face of the winner from the drawing within 5 minutes of the call, teeth biting into his fist as his other hand’s fingers worked himself open. choso swore he was no longer half-hard, dick twitching to life in his hands, pre already leaking from the tip of his cock.

he was used to mostly knowing that women were behind the screen and heavily suspected that you might’ve been one- but fuck, to know that another man was getting off to his voice, his cock, drove him wild.

maybe he’ll get rid of that 30 minute rule.

you didn’t mean to turn your webcam on.

you could feel your stomach sink when you could see yourself on full display for the camboy in the discord call. it was too late to turn it off now. whatever. you only live once.

“aren’t you just the cutest?” you aren’t sure why you flinched but the way his voice carried those words certainly got you feeling things, “how about you turn your mic on too, yeah? wanna hear your pretty voice.”

shakily, the hand you were biting on reaches for your mouse and you click unmute. your fingers that were inside you accidentally pressed against your prostate, causing a loud moan to fall from your lips, immediately slapping your hand over your mouth to silence yourself. you don’t want to get a noise complaint from the neighbors... again. the first time having to explain that to an officer was embarrassing enough.

“good boy,” he grunts into the mic, bucking his hips up with a loud smack coming from his end of the call, “jus’ the sweetest little thing, aren’t ya? betcha’d be just absolutely adorable if i were to fuck you stupid. it hasn’t even been 15 minutes and you’re drooling all over your pretty fingers.”

you didn’t even notice that you’ve been panting so much that spit began to run down your chin, too absorbed in the way the camboy’s dick spilled even more pre over his massive hands. fuck, just how strong could he be? could he manhandle you? yank your head back using your hair as a handle while blowing your back out? shove you down on his cock because you simply weren’t riding him fast enough?

“you got a dildo on you, baby?” he asks you, his hand slowing down to a stop. his words pulled you out of your abundance of fantasies to shift your focus back into reality, vision a little blurry from the tears resting on your eyelids.

you managed to fumble out a small, “mhmm..” just loud enough for him to hear and he tells you to grab it. in a slight daze, you reach into one of your many desk drawers to pull out the toy that sat in its box, already cleaned from its prior use.

“do a favor for me, yeah? put it in nice and slow, imagine it’s my cock stuffing you full. how big ‘s your toy? five- six inches?” he sure likes to ask a lot of stuff, you notice.

“‘s seven..” you mutter, wincing when you push the toy inside your hole, stretching you full and your mind goes numb.

he chuckles, deep and breathy and shit- “so you’re a size queen? that’s what they call it, right?” he starts pumping his fist around his cock again, albeit slower than before. you would take a bet that he was edging himself, “that’s it. such a good boy f’me.”

legs quaking in place, you managed to get it all inside you. sitting on it was much harder on your chair than you anticipated, the current position you were holding getting uncomfortable. cautiously, you lifted your hips, wrapping your hand around your own dick and giving it a few strokes while breathy moans left your lips, slamming yourself back down on the dildo. your eyes widened in surprise as the tip of it pressed against your prostate, a loud whimper echoing throughout your room.

“fuck-! you’re so cute, mmph- k-keep going, baby. i’m getting close- ah!” you could see that his hand was moving much faster than when you last looked up at your camera, quick breaths and filthy pleas paired with the desperate thrusts of his hips.

stumbled cries left your lips when you began to keep up with his pace, fingers getting sticky with pre as you continue to stimulate yourself. through blurred tears, you could see his hips rut one last time before a stifled moan left his throat and his fist was coated with his cum, dripping onto his pants.

he winces at the overstimulation from just shifting his hand to let go of his softening cock, grabbing a tissue to clean himself up while watching you bounce up and down your toy. you could even say he was jealous. even so, he could tell you were pathetically chasing your own orgasm, breathy sighs escaping from the confines of your lips. eyes closed in slight shame yet concentration, your thumb came up to the tip of your dick and rubbed, causing a yelp to slip through and your eyes opened once more.

however, you weren’t expecting to see the gorgeous face behind the creator of all those inappropriate streams you’ve watched the second your hips slammed back down on the dildo.

“[name]..”

ropes of your own release spilling out of your dick, it finally registered in your head that the camboy was willingly letting you see this. your thighs quaked not only in nervousness but also in fear that you might get a boner again just from how handsome he was. his face was pale although dusted with a bright hue of red covering his cheeks, eyebags signaling a lack of sleep, he had some sort of black line going over the bridge of his nose and cheekbones, and slightly messy black hair tied up into short ponytails. if he wasn't attractive to anyone, he was at least attractive to you.

his pretty and slightly plump lips opened to speak once more, “do you.. wanna meet up in person..?”

“h-huh...?”

#x bottom male reader #bottom male reader #male reader #x male reader #sub male reader #dom male character #top male character #jjk x reader #jjk x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #choso x reader #choso x male reader #jjk choso x reader #jjk choso x male reader #gay #mlm #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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bagofshinyrocks · 5 months

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The Whole Bakery

Prompt: How will the boys respond to an S/O who slaps their ass out of nowhere? [Requested by @airghostlyfox]

Featuring: Task Force 141 (CoD: MW2) - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (separately) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.8k

Warnings: expletives; lightly suggestive content

There he was. Making his morning cup of coffee. Comfortable sleep clothes and sluggish movement. Your handsome partner.

He had finally freed himself from the blanket web and your comfortable arms, with the intent to go through most of his “honey-do” list that weekend.

And he was so unaware.

That your arm was winding up for a powerful smack to his ass.

John Price

The sound was not as impressive due to his sweatpants, but the way he jerked and slowly put down the things in his hands was reward enough. He did not appreciate it. And he did not turn around.

“Luv,” he said in an even tone. “What the hell was that?”

You rubbed the offended cheek with the same hand, deciding against pinching, as he would win any fight you started.

“My darling John. Your ass is just so wonderful, I can’t help myself.”

Both hands gently squeezed his ass. And you pressed an apologetic kiss between his bare shoulder blades.

“You’ve got the whole bakery right here, bubba.” Gentle pats. Still no movement of his neck. “All these buns.”

Finally, he turned around.

He was trying very hard not to smile. Trying not to encourage you. But goddamn, did you look pleased with yourself. Strong arms wrapped around your middle, pressing you to his chest.

“You are-” Kiss. “Such a flirt.” Kiss. “And absolutely shameless.”

You kissed him back and lazily threw your arms over his shoulders.

Behind you, his arm raised itself and smacked your ass as hard as he possibly could. You folded into him with a yelp.

“GOD FUCKIN–!”

Simon Riley

The moment your hand left his cheek, he had turned on you and grabbed you under the armpits.

“Uh oh” was all you had the chance to say before he dragged you off to the nearest wall. He was smiling, but it was the smile that meant you were still in trouble. You chuckled nervously as he settled you against the wall, caging you in and leaning in close.

“You are a cheeky one,” he purred.

“Yessir.”

“Any particular reason we’re playful this morning?”

You wriggled your arms out of his grip, and settled your hands over his ass again. He let you, one of his fingers tapping your nose.

“Well, if you must know, Simon,” you said, adopting a matter-of-fact tone. “It is because your ass is just so delicious looking.”

He snorted at your blunt words and hid his eyes with his hand.

“Bloody hell.”

“I mean, just look at it, lover.” You firmly gripped his ass, squeezing ever so slightly. “All this cake.”

He sighed, but he was still laughing. You’re adorable. He loves you.

Kyle Garrick

You didn’t smack too, too hard. A peace offering for walking around in his boxers and nothing else. Your favorite outfit on him.

But he still jumped and gave you a dirty look.

“It is 8 in the morning, you shit.”

You turned him back around and massaged his ass, humming a cheerful tune. ��I’m just gonna knead this yummy dough, don’t mind me.”

“You a cat? Making biscuits?”

You giggled and kissed the back of his neck.

“Oh, have you got some biscuits on you, loverboy.”

He couldn’t help but laugh into his cup, turning himself around and pulling you into his embrace. Soft, coffee-flavored kisses. Then his arms snaking lower, and his own hands settling on your ass.

“I think that’s one of the sweetest things you’ve ever said to me.”

“Sweeter than ‘I love you’?”

He squeezed your ass and pulled you impossibly closer to him.

“Mm,” he sighed into your mouth. “Tied for first.”

You pulled back and narrowed your eyes.

“What? Oh, right. I love you, too, baby.”

Johnny MacTavish

Of all the boys, he has no right to complain. A chronic ass-slapper. Repeat offender groper. Can’t sleep without one hand one you, be it your arm, your stomach, or your leg.

He was singing some song to himself, dancing a little. Background noise that kept him from hearing you until it was too late.

“Steaming bloody-”

You hit him too hard. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. You ducked out of his grasp and started pleading for forgiveness.

“Baby, I’m sorry, that was harder than I meant. I’m sorry. I’m sor- shit.”

A mad scramble around the kitchen island. Never had you run away from your bare-chested Scotsman so quickly.

“Get your arse back here!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Fuck you mean-” He vaulted over the island and you screamed. Like a bird of prey, he grabbed you and dragged you to the couch, falling on top of you with all his weight.

“I’m sorry, baby,” you wheezed.

He smothered your face and neck in kisses, and accepted your apology. He would get you back later. With less force but greater number of ass slaps. You were sure of it.

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Posted: 2023 Dec 12

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