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sstan-hoe · 1 year

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Give You a Ride

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — cowboy!steve rogers × fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — you had your eyes on him for a long time...finally something happens but you have to follow one rule; the cowboy rule...

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT; very little oral, dirty talk, p in v, (use protection!) kinda unprotected sex? reader could be on the pill or smh

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — this is just a little steve drabble so I at least have one fic of him, but idk how to feel about this one!!! reblog, comment and follow!!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

You sat alone at the bar, waiting for the rodeo to start. Even though you weren't a big fan of the sport, you were a huge fan of the blonde cowboy.

While all of them were good looking, he was by far the prettiest. You had your eyes on him for some time now, but he never seemed to notice you.

However you also didn't have the courage to ask him out. You were sure, no you saw how many women swooned over him.

In comparison to them you felt small, they knew what they were doing. Maybe that was what he wanted?

On the other side of the bar Steve Rogers couldn’t take his eyes off you. For a few months now he wanted to ask you out, but never did he know how until today.

He waited patiently for his turn on the mechanical bull. Once it was time he put on his cowboy hat and sat down on the bull.

"And now our favourite cowboy! Ladies, keep your panties on, Steve Rogers!" a man behind the microphone announced, catching everyone's attention.

Steve wasn’t a flirt, but he was well aware of his looks and charm. However unlike Bucky he used them carefully.

You sat down excited to see Steve break his own record, watch the way he flexed his muscles as he held onto the moving bull.

Little sweat pearls rolling down his forehead, his mouth agape as he tries to catch his breath.

A few loose strands fall into his handsome face. You felt the need to brush them away, oh how you wished you could. The urge became stronger with every second that passed, you got lost in your thoughts.

All you could think of was his, how his hands would grip your waist as he would fuck you into the mattress, how soft he would be afterwards. The way lips would feel on every inch of your body, the pleasure he would grant you.

Suddenly everyone clapped and cheered, Steve had broken his own record – again. You snapped out of it and saw how he got off the bull.

He grinned while walking towards the crowd. The blonde took off his hat, behind you the women were screaming for him. You stayed silent, not knowing what was going on.

Then he came to a stop in front of you, "hello, bunny," his voice deep, "I think you'd look quite good with my hat," Steve gave you a smirk before placing his hat on your head.

He was right, you looked beautiful. If he could he'd never let you take his hat off.

He was right, you looked beautiful. If he could he'd never let you take his hat off. You were frozen in your spot, having no idea what to do. Your brain couldn’t even comprehend what was happening at the moment.

Steve held out his hand for you to take which you took without hesitation. Your eyes found his blues, they were like an ocean and you wanted to drown in them.

“Let me take you for a ride,” he whispered against the shell of your ear, goosebumps trailed down your spine. God, his voice was like music to your ears.

“Yes, please,” you responded, pressing your body against his. Suddenly you felt hot, every fiber in your body yearned for more touch of Steve. The cowboy wrapped his arm around your waist and led you off the stage.

You couldn’t believe your luck, finally after all this time he saw you and even if it was only for one night you would enjoy it. Get it out of your system.

Steve was ecstatic, his plan worked and now he had you finally for himself. The two of you didn’t even make it to his room before he kissed you, he couldn’t wait any longer.

Your lips moved in sync, his were as soft as a pillow and oh, so gentle. There was no demand in the kiss, only passion, passion that only grew with every moment.

Your back hit the wooden door causing you to gasp, Steve took it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. A dance started between you, who would win it? Who would dominate the other.

Steve unlocked the door behind you and pushed you through the doorway until your back hit the soft cushions of the bed.

With a smirk Steve made sure the hat sat right on you before he unbuttoned your trousers. "Look at this pretty thong my bunny is wearing, only for me?" He asked, his nose almost touching yours.

"Mhm, only for you," you arched your back in an attempt to get closer to him.

Steve let his hand trail beneath your lace thong, as soon as his fingers felt the wetness a low groan slipped from his lips.

"God, bunny, you're drenched…tell me why…, come on tell your cowboy," a hint of pleading was in his voice. Steve wasn't one to beg, and he didn't beg now. The blonde wanted you needy and desperate – as if you weren't already.

"It was–, was you…," a whine pushed past your lips as Steve entered your leaking hole with one finger, "go on," his voice deep, commending.

"On the–, bull, fuck!" You moaned when he curled his fingers and pressed his on your sensitive nub.

"I think it's time you fulfill your duty, bunny," before you could process his words you were on your knees. Steve had unbuckled his pants and found his place next to you.

"Come 'ere," he held his hand out just like he did before. You however weren't sure what to do which resulted in hesitation, an action Steve noticed.

"What's wrong bunny? Don'tcha know the cowboy rule?" a part of him was taunting you, but it only turned you on.

A bit bummed you shook your head, shy to admit it. Steve chuckled deeply and guided you onto his lap, he took out his hard cock. The tip was already leaking with precum, making a little mess on his white dress shirt.

Your eyes widened when you saw his thick girth, wondering how he'd fit inside you.

"Let me give you a little lesson," the blonde said and slowly pushed you down onto his cock. Your drenched cunt working as the perfect lube.

A loud whine fell from your lips, it hurt. He stretched you out and thanks to his length you were sure you felt him in your stomach.

"When a cowboy gives you their head, you have to ride him," Steve whispered, sitting up to lean against the headboard as he titles your chin up.

The thought of riding him had you unknowingly move your hips slightly.

"Have you rode a cowboy before, bunny?" He asked with a smirk and met your light movements. You couldn't get one word out, only shaking your head.

"Then I think it's time," were his last words before he grabbed your waist and moved your hips. It was a weird feeling at first, but the pleasure it brought you made up for it.

You moaned with every thrust you made, everytime you would hit that spot. You wanted more of him, rolled your hips faster and chased your high. Steve groaned, held tight onto you as you were so tight he had a hard time keeping himself from coming.

He was sure if you'd continue squeezing him like that he would explode.

"Yes, ride me, ride me like the slutty little bunny you are. Are you my bunny?" he laced his hand around your neck, squeezing gently yet demanding.

"Answer me," he ordered once more, you couldn't. The pleasure felt too overwhelming, a knot formed in your stomach.

Steve felt you getting tighter, he grabbed your hips and held you down and destroyed the process of your orgasm.

"You wanna come? You answer me bunny, you want to be my good bunny right…ride my cock, make your cowboy feel good…," his voice intense with no room for arguments.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm your bunny, only yours!" You shouted, needing to quicken your pace again.

Steve nodded in approval, "good bunny," was all he said before letting go of your hips, but still keeping a hand on your throat.

A loud pornographic moan slipped from you, "imma come, Steve, let me come, please," you begged pathetically.

Steve smirked and leaned back, his hand trailing from your throat to your clit to rub tight circles.

"Come my slutty little bunny, but remember…the night's not over yet."

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teyamsatan · 8 months

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ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɪ - ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ

pairing: Neteyam x human!reader (part of Cruel Summer)

➽ a/n: omg the first new work for kinktober! so a bit of background, in my cruel summer sequel, the 1, i wrote this one memory in which i mention neteyam once woke vol up by giving her head, and it's been stuck in my head ever since so when i saw the eating out prompt, i knew it had to be about these two bc i love them so much and i love making myself sad by writing their love story. anyway i hope you enjoy ilysm smooches oxxoxoxoo

➽ words: 1,3k

➽ warnings: it goes without saying, but all of these works (kinktober-related) are smut and therefore minors should NOT interact with them. other warnings include: somnophilia, touch of praise kink, dirty talk, oral - female receiving.

➽ taglist (x) ➽ kinktober masterlist (x)

In the few months since your birthday, since that first time, Neteyam has looked for every excuse to be close to you, to feel you, your body, your touch, your breath as it fans over his face, your little cunt as it wrapped around his cock in the way that drove him crazy, that made him feel like he was forever ruined for any other girl, for the rest of time. It didn’t help that he loved you, that he felt like every star in the sky was dull and boring in comparison to the freckles on your face, like the moons rose and set from your eyes, like your smile was the lighthouse that forever guided his heart to where he belonged, to where the rest of his life would revolve around. Today, he was so excited to see you, to talk to you, to be your teacher in the art and skill it took to be a Na’vi. His mum might not be happy about it, but she didn’t know you, she didn’t understand. So excited, he was, in fact, you were not awake, not even close, by the time he opened the door to your room that was so cold, it was sending shivers down his spine - not as many or as powerful, though, as the sight of you, bare thighs and glistening folds visible as you were laying on your front, one leg spread over your duvet. Fuck.

With a loud gulp and a newfound uncomfortable tightness in his loincloth, Neteyam found himself slowly approaching you, careful not to wake you. If he had to disturb your peaceful slumber for a day full of training and putting up with him, he figured he might as well make it worth your while. There were very few things in the world Neteyam loved more than eating you out - seeing you come undone around him, getting to taste you over and over like a parched man in the desert, feeling your hand tighten in his hair, desperately pushing him closer to your needy cunt until he was buried in you, in your warmth, covered in your slick, lapping at your cum until you were squirming under him, crying from overstimulation.

Climbing quietly on top of you, he thanked his lucky star and his Na’vi training for the ability to be as stealthy as he was, and, lowering himself until his mouth was next to your ear, and two fingers gathering your abundant slick running down your body and onto your bedsheets, he spoke:

“Look how wet you are for me. Fuck. I love you, Vol. I love you so much, and I know I’m never going to be able to say it to you, not without ruining us, but I can show you. I can show you. Every time your eyes roll in the back of your head, every scratch of your fingers on my back, every time you scream my name in the dead of night as you let me explore your body and your limits, know that this is me, loving you, confessing to you, in the best way I know how.”

He was happy when you didn’t wake up, but stirred minutely in your sleep, whispering half-attempts at his name that made his heart flutter in his chest and fill the room with momentary saccadic music that was previously heavy with the otherwise comfortable silence. His large hands were trailing down your body in whispered touches until they came to rest comfortably on your plush, plump ass. He couldn’t help the way his tongue traced every inch of your thighs, taking his sweet time, enjoying every moment he heard you whimper in your sleep, until he reached what he’s been craving, what he’s been dreaming about since the moment he’s called you his that fateful birthday. The way he licked your pussy from your clit to your ass was hungry, perverted even. He needed this, and so, as he always did, he dedicated everything he had to eating you out, groaning into your core as his tongue was circling your needy bud, swollen and pulsating with the sensation overload.

A beautiful, glorious, nefarious dream was nothing new recently, your mind desperately trying to cling onto every bit of Neteyam as you could, unable to let him go even in your sleep. It was still new, this friends-with-benefits endeavour you had going on, and as such, you didn’t want to overwhelm him with the desire you felt taking over you every second you were in his presence. Your dreams, though... your dreams compensated for it, and doing a good job at it as such, his beautiful golden eyes peaking up from underneath his lashes, locked onto your own as his face was buried in you, tongue lapping viciously at your folds. You knew you should be quiet, but you couldn’t help the whines and moans of pleasure that only he would ever be able to coax out of you. It wasn’t long before moans turned to cries as the dream slowly slipped from your grasp, and the thought of letting go of it hurt you more than you were able to comprehend. It was strange when the confines of the fantasy collapsed but the pleasure bubbling in your core didn’t, and you let out a quiet, huffed gasp as soon as your eyes opened and you were met with the same image as the one you had just left behind.

“T-teyam?” He didn’t stop his ministrations, not for anything in the world, but the low chuckle he let out was felt deep within you, and you moaned, the feeling too overwhelming to be repressed. He was so skilled, so good at the way he used his tongue, at the way his two large fingers were scissoring you open, pushing buttons you didn’t even know existed before him.

“You make me crazy, Vol. You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

“Shit, a-agh, please.”

“What do you need, Vol? Tell me what you need.”

You didn’t need to tell him, not when he was doing it, not when he was licking and sucking your clit in a way that made you see stars, not when the sensations were reaching a dangerous high, that you knew you would reach an unbearable zenith, not when his fingers were rhythmically caressing your G-spot and your orgasm was drawing oh, so near and you knew it would tear you apart when it washed over you.

“What happened, Vol? Palulukan got your tongue?”

“Don’t stop, please! Fuck.”

“Look at me. Keep your eyes on me, Vol. I need to see your eyes when I make you cum.”

If someone told you there was the elixir of life in between your thighs and Neteyam wanted to live forever, you’d believe them. And so you watched as he finished you off, desire and hunger swirling in his beautiful golden orbs, struggling to keep your eyes on him when all you wanted was to bury your head in between the pillows as you rode out your orgasm, that crashed and burned, but healed you instead of tearing you apart. There was beauty in being with Neteyam, the man you’ve known all your life, the man who knew you best, the man you secretly loved. There were rules to this, your fateful friendship with benefits, rules you both ought to respect and rely on if this wasn’t going to end in heartbreak, and yet, as he looked at you from beneath his eyelashes, chin and mouth covered in your cum and slick, a soft smile on his face, he almost looked like… he felt the same way.

“Teyam…”

“I’m never not waking you up like this, ever again.”

You laughed, finally able to prop your head on your pillows and allow your breath to settle in your lungs.

“If you want me to come training with you in the woods, you’d better.”

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kyojurismo · 1 year

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That was 🤌 *chefs kiss*

don’t wanna be pushy or annoying but maybe a douma x fem!reader nsfw 🥴

▸ ANSWERING. first of all, i’m glad you enjoyed that <3 here’s the nsfw piece, i hope you’ll like even tho i’m not very proud of the initial part lol. thank you for both requests btw !!

▸ INTRO. douma gets impatient while you’re trying on his precious gifts.

▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba

▸ CHARACTERS. douma (upper rank two) x fem!reader

▸ WORD COUNT. 655

▸ RATING. nsfw

▸ WARNINGS. smut +18 only, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, douma using pet names (darling x2 and love), no beta reader + lemme know if i missed something pls

you were trying on the new kimonos douma bought for you. they were very expensive and you tried to handle them with care. it was probably the repeated image of your breasts that got him impatient, or maybe it was his plan all along.

“my sweet darling,” douma called for you, smiling innocently. “i love how they suit you, can you come closer?” he asked, keeping his tone calm and gentle. you turned around and smiled at him, before getting closer to his sitting figure. his elbow was resting on his knee, his rainbow eyes scanned your body and you noticed it just now. he looked hungry.

“what is it, douma-sama?” you asked timidly. he didn’t answered, but grabbed the end of the kimono you were trying on with a fist and made the obi fall on the ground. your body was exposed to his attentive and hungry eyes and soon you found yourself kneeling in front of him. you gasped for the surprise and your cheeks heated up, noticing douma studying your figure.

his hands found your hips and pulled you closer. “you’re so beautiful, and all mine! can you believe that?” he exclaimed, showing you his fangs while smiling widely. you knew he wasn’t truly expecting an answer from you, so instead you leaned closer and kissed his lips. they were cold but soft against yours and douma was quick to reciprocate the kiss, gently grabbing your cheeks and tilting your head to his liking.

you put your hands on his chest, seeking contact with his body. douma smirked against your lips and moved his mouth to your neck and to your chest. “d-douma-sama…” you whispered, closing your eyes. his kisses and his touch caused shivers to run down your spine, you could feel excitement pooling between your thighs. he moved his large hands on your breasts, caressing your skin; it was burning hot in comparison to douma’s cold one. his fingers pinched your nipples playfully, making you moan. “lay down for me, darling,” he ordered, before pushing you down gently.

douma tried to not be selfish and took his time to taste you. two of his fingers were able to slip into you due to the amount of wetness gushing out of your warm clenching hole. your moans filled the room and it was music to his ears, noticing your hands that were desperately pulling at his hair, your quivering hips and shaking legs trying to cage his body between them to hold him closer to your body.

“please!” you almost screamed in frustration; you were close to release but you just needed a bit more stimulation to actually get there. “take what i give you,” douma growled against your cunt, holding your hips down against the floor. his fingers finally moved faster, the familiar squelching sound filled both your ears and your mouth fell open in a silent scream while you arched your back. douma added a third finger and found the spot inside your warm channel that made you see stars.

you gushed around his long fingers while he kept sucking and licking your clit, throbbing due to overstimulation. your heart was beating so fast you felt it in your ears; douma let his fingers slip out of you, a wide smile spread on his lips. you tiredly looked down at him, watching him licking his fingers clean to taste more of you. your face hot both for the intense orgasm and for his shameless action.

“you know, my love… i think you’re the best meal i’ve ever had.”

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated! thank you for reading, tiny friendly reminder that english is not my first language and i apologise for any possible error. i truly hope you enjoyed it, have a good day / night ♡

#📂 — writing !!#douma x reader #douma x y/n #douma x you #douma drabble #douma blurb #douma imagine #douma one shot #douma fanfic #douma smut #demon slayer douma smut #kny douma #demon slayer douma #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba one shot #demon slayer #demon slayer one shot

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iovesia · 1 year

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SWEET SERIAL KILLER.

❥⠀masterlist. ⠀:⠀ ( scream masterlist. )

synopsis: what it would be like to date billy loomis.

warnings: gaslighting. mentions of murder. fluff. mild angst.

pairings: billy loomis⠀𝒙⠀gender neutral!reader.

josie’s note .⁺ ˖ ⌒ this is a repost from my old account, but this time i actually fixed my grammar mistakes. your media consumption is your own responsibility, read the warnings and enjoy!— reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated !! ♡

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Billy. Loomis. A relationship with him is not for the faint-of-heart, let’s be honest.

At first, he’d be your average-high-school boyfriend. He would drive you around, hang out in your room, having movie nights, that typical stuff. You’d think every was fine, until eventually his true colors start to seep through the cracks.

“Oh shit!” you jump, nearly spilling the popcorn all over the floor, as one of the camp counselors on TV gets brutally gutted.

Even though you weren’t the biggest horror fan, you tried to tough it out for Billy. You side glance over to the boy laying next to you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he intensely stares at movie. It’s hard to miss the excited glint in his eye each time jason goes for the kill.

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His love language is words of affirmation. Since his mom abandoned him, it left him with a lot of insecurities, so words of encouragement and telling him you love him, and you won't leave him eases his anxiety.

He’s much more introverted in comparison to his friends (friends being literally just stu 💀), so he tends to observe other people a lot. You catch him just staring at you for long periods of time, while at first you find it cute, at times it gets a little bit.. unnerving.

You two would sit on the window sill of your room, and talk for hours. Sometimes he’ll bring cigarettes— he doesn’t smoke often, but sometimes he does it to take the edge off.

He’s not big on PDA, so the most he’ll do in public is let you sit in between his legs if you’re at a party or something, or he’ll wrap an arm around your shoulders.

But in private… oh-boy.

He’s much more touchy-feely in private. He feels more comfortable now that it’s just the two of you, rather than having loads of people seeing you guys.

He likes to be little spoon, don’t even fight me on this.

Even though it’s hella greasy, he loves when you play with his hair. twirling it between your fingers, braiding it, or scratching his head is his kink. It makes him feel so relaxed.

He’d vent to you about his mom. You're his only safe space where can put his guard down (or at least some of it). You’d let him cry in your lap, and soothe him by running your nails down his back, or whispering comforting words.

He’s got some anger issues, because deep down he’s a very passionate person. So he tends to yell, and snap a lot.

He would begin to feel a little bad when he sees how you flinch at his outbursts. He’d mumble a quick sorry, and gradually calm down, or just leave you alone for a while.

Random head-canon, but I feel like Billy is one of those people who literally drives in silence. I'm sorry, I just can’t picture him listening to any music. But, when you are with him, he’ll let you play whatever you want.

His favourite holiday is secretly christmas. It reminds him of a time when him and his family were happy— it has a bittersweet sentiment. But he’s not gonna do anything big, like costumes or flashing decorations. You two would spend it together inside, watching christmas horror movies and enjoying each other’s company.

Now, getting into the less fun side of dating Billy.

Like I said before, he has a bit of temper. He’s very passionate about what he thinks, and he doesn’t have a healthy way of expressing that.

If you two disagreed about something, he would definitely give you the silent treatment. Or even worse, probably gaslight you into thinking you were in the wrong, and that you’re the one with issues.

“See! This is why I can’t talk to you about anything, [y/n]. You’re so goddamn sensitive over everything.”

It would get ten times worse after he gets arrested when Sidney calls the police on him. You’d obviously want to stay away from him, and so you do (unofficially breaking up).

You go a few weeks without talking or seeing him, but you can’t seem to shake off the feeling that someone’s watching you.

When Billy loves, he loves hard. He'd let you go, pretending that you're broken up, and let you blow off some steam. But, trust that a certain masked figure will be visiting you soon.

#☆. scream.#billy loomis x reader #billy loomis imagine #ghostface imagine #ghostface x reader #scream imagine #scream x reader #scream 1996 #skeet ulrich

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1hot-mess-express1 · 21 days

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Edward 40hands

A/N: Ayyyoooo, I've had this one in my drafts for a while, but I'm not sure if I like it or not (I definitely gave up a little there at the end). I want to practice writing some longer fics. So let if you like it! Likes, reblogs, and comments are super appreciated :) WC: 5.2K

Suguru X Reader (College, non-curse AU) High key based on "Edward 40 hands" by mom jeans

CW: Suggestive, Angst, drinking (of age), smoking cigarettes (both reader and Suguru), mentions of body shots, break up, Suguru's a lit major with my awful taste in books lmfao, tortured artist trope

PC: Yuannaoi on twt

The room is dark; smoke fills the air and invades your senses while you trudge through a seemingly endless sea of sweaty bodies. You’re not sure what the moisture clinging to your exposed skin is, but it’s probably better not to dwell on that thought. The music blaring through the speakers was nothing in comparison to the drunken screaming emanating from the patrons of today’s party. Your senses were overwhelmed in this cramped space as you slowly pushed your way into the kitchen.

There were still partygoers perched on counters and crouched on the floor, donning plastic cups and drunken, lopsided smiles as they spoke in slurred phrases and empty promises, damp, sour breath clinging to the skin of one another. You push past a couple whispering sweet nothings to each other as you reach into the back of the freezer, behind the hot pockets and frozen pizzas, where you find a crisp, frost-covered bottle of high-west, just where you left it. You smirk to yourself before you feel a large hand with slender fingers clap down on your shoulder in a way that is all too familiar.

“What’re ya doing here?” You turn to see Satoru with a drunken flush and a pretty blonde on his arm. His eyes are friendly, but his tone is laced with concern.

You sigh, waving the frosty bottle in front of his face before uncorking it and throwing back a swig, “left this here n’wanted it back; this is Prisoner’s share, ya’know? Expensive stuff,” you state, grimacing slightly at the way the frost burns your fingers before swapping the bottle into the other hand.

Satoru gives you a questioning look before glancing around the room; you know who he’s looking for. “Don’t worry, I’ll be out of here before he can throw a fit about me being here,” you offer Satoru a smile before pushing back into the swarm of people, trying to make your way to the back door. His gaze lingers on you for a moment, face crestfallen, watching the way you weave through the sea of strangers, arms tucked close to your chest. This wasn’t gonna go well. The blonde next to him startles him out of his trance.

“Wanna do body shots?” Her finger reaches for his jaw, and he can’t help but perk up at the insinuation. All concern and foreboding feelings rush out of him before he gives her a cheeky grin, pulling her impossibly closer to him.

“Fuck yeah,” he turns on his heel, effectively forgetting about your presence and all of the tension you brought with you.

You push your way to the sliding glass door, tucking the cold bottle under your arm before pushing your feet into the carpet and tugging with both hands, wiggling slightly to coax the door open. With a huff, it pops open, nearly causing you to topple over before you step onto the back patio. You should have known; there are people out here, too. You glance around, taking note of the people perched on the porch railing, half-consumed beers in hand, laughter floating out into the too-warm August air.

You shuffle through your pockets in search of a lighter; instead, your fingers are met with loose change, a stray hair tie, and an empty straw wrapper, shit. You’d keep better track of your things one day, but until then, you let out a huff, eyes scanning the creaky wooden porch boards. Your eyes are greeted with empty cans and cups, leaking small amounts of sticky liquid onto the tarnished wood, and random pieces of clothing left to ruminate in this late August humidity, gross. Wandering over to the round table hanging on by a prayer, you see half-empty drinks, an overflowing ashtray, and chewed gum, but alas, no light. The condensation collecting along the glass bottle begins to dribble between your fingers as the humid air quickly warms the both of you. With a flick of the wrist, the whiskey slides its way down, setting a fire in your throat, your breath burning your nostrils on its way out. You set the bottle down and reach for the pack of smokes in your pocket, tenderly retrieving a cigarette and setting it between your lips before returning it to your pocket and the bottle to your hand as you wander further into the yard, searching for someone who might have a lighter.

You notice the mud sticking to your shoes and make a note to throw them into the wash when you get home. In protest of your current predicament, you gingerly take the cigarette from between your lips and place it behind your ear before taking another swig of the amber liquid. You continue your trek through the yard, letting the cicada's song dance through your ears, nearly drowning out the sound of debauchery wafting from the house. The orange of the sun is dipping below the horizon, exploding with colors before retreating to make way for a vast sea of stars. If Suguru were here, he’d probably have something poetic to say about it, you chuckle a bit to yourself at the thought.

There is a fire somewhere. The acrid smell of burning cedar wafts around your nose, bringing crinkles to the space between your brows as you look up silently at Suguru, wondering if he will move to acknowledge the smell--he never does. You pick lazily at the Gibson in your lap, only half paying attention as your gaze travels to Suguru’s face, lit up by the amber sun as it makes its descent under the horizon. Your feet are firmly planted on the shingles of this roof, your mind paying no attention to the way your body reacts to the danger of being up this high. Suguru’s body, on the other hand, is a picturesque view of serenity; his face is relaxed, jaw moving slightly as he unknowingly mouths the words to his book, forearms resting on his knees as his hair gently wafts around his face with the late summer breeze. His tongue poked out every so often, wetting the plush of his lips with a single slow stroke. You watch as his eyes lazily skim the pages of a book he’s read too many times to count.

He must have felt your stare because he glances over at you and offers a lopsided grin, “Are you even paying attention anymore?” his eyes flit to where your fingers are plucking at the strings out of rhythm.

“I’ll have you know that this raw talent doesn’t have to pay attention; my body acts on pure musical instinct,” you state through a cheeky smile, arching a single brow at him as he places the book down by his side. You glance fleetingly at the cover, ‘The Setting Sun,’ your brows furrow a little in thought before speaking, “Suguru, why do you always reread books? I know you could read something that small in a single sitting, smart enough to understand it the first time too,” your hand slips, plucking at the wrong chord, giving way to an eerie out of tune note.

“That’s not how these kinds of books work,” he chuckles mostly to himself before continuing, a small fire dancing around those lavender eyes that signal the forthcoming explanation and the excitement it brings him to speak about it, “Dazai’s books are extremely pessimistic examinations of human nature poorly disguised as fiction; yes this story is about a war-torn family, but really this was his way of projecting his own hopelessness on the world, when you read something this emotionally charged it’s important to examine it from multiple viewpoints,” he glances down to see that your hand has stopped moving altogether as you suck your bottom lip in between your teeth, his gaze returns to your eyes and he speaks through a friendly smile, “for instance, my first read was blank, no real expectations, just getting to know the characters and setting and taking note of my reactions, the second time I’m trying to understand what the overall message of the book is, or examining the points made a little more closely,” you hum in understanding, setting your guitar to the side, before plucking the novel from its resting place, flipping through the pages until you find where he’s dog eared the book.

“I must go on living. And, though it may be childish of me, I can't go on in simple compliance. From now on, I must struggle with the world. I thought that Mother might well be the last of those who can end their lives beautifully and sadly, struggling with no one, neither hating nor betraying anyone. In the world to come, there will be no room for such people. The dying are beautiful, but to live, to survive – those things somehow seem hideous and contaminated with blood.” you look up at him over the edge of the book, “thoughts?” you offer him a cheeky smile, waiting patiently for his reply.

“A few, mostly I think it’s depressing, but you’re not really interested in what I have to say.” He lets out a sweet, breathy laugh before pulling you closer to him, tucked in perfectly to his side. His hand wraps around your shoulder as he places a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

You reach into your pants pocket, retrieve a pack of cigarettes, wiggle one free, and place it between your lips. Staring off at the last sliver of daylight giving way to a navy sky, you pat down your pockets in search of a lighter. Your search is cut short when Suguru dangles the black piece of plastic in front of your eyes.

“You should really keep better track of your things, yaknow?” he mutters his words into the juncture of your neck, brushing his lips against the warm skin; your hairs stand on end at the light tickling.

“One day, but not today,” you take it from him, flicking the lighter and taking a deep breath, letting the cigarette flicker to life as the smell of a distant fire gives way to the rich smell of tobacco. Suguru shuffles himself to the side a little, trying his best to hide the way the smell makes his stomach turn.

“M’sorry,” you mutter before putting some distance between you and turning to face him fully. You know what he’s about to say well before the words leave his mouth.

“Those things’ll kill you, you know?” he says, trying to wear a teasing smile, knowing full well that his words will do little to deter you from your nasty habit.

You roll your eyes playfully before changing the subject: “Do you think you’re going to take that internship?” You do your best to keep your voice neutral. Looking where the sun last hung in the sky, it was long gone, but you feared your eyes might betray you.

He folds in on himself a bit at the statement, “I think so…” His voice trails off a bit before he glances in your direction, searching for a reaction. Your features are fairly neutral in spite of the way your stomach drops at his words. “Are you gonna take that deal?”

“Might as well; if you’re not here, I’ve got no reason to stay. I still need to talk it over with Shoko, though; I’m not sure she’s so keen on the idea of going with me…she’s a hell of a bass player, but she wants to be a doctor, yaknow? She doesn’t have the time to waste in the studio like I do.” You let out a small smile at your situation.

“They’ll sign just you, and you know it,” Suguru says, pulling you a bit closer to himself. He ignores the way the smoke makes his eyes water and places a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

The smell of second-hand smoke wafts your way, dragging your attention to the side of the house where someone is leaning against the side panels, book in hand. You take another drink before squinting at the figure, eyes bleary and head beginning to dizzy; stepping closer to them, you realize it’s the last person you wanted to see today. Of course, he’d be outside hiding from his own party, pretentious ass. As you inch closer, he looks up from his book, giving you the same inquisitive stare before dog-earring his page and tucking the book in the crook of his arm. Once you’re within arm’s reach, he places the cigarette between his lips, taking a long drag and letting the ash fall to the grass below him, eyes narrowing in on the bottle in your hand before he looks back up to your face, exhaling the smoke from his nose before speaking.

“Really?” he tilts his head slightly, a small grin gracing his lips as he brings the cigarette back to his lips and turns to face you more directly.

You do your best not to stare, but his hair is framing his face so perfectly, the veins in his hands are highlighted perfectly by the gentle hold he has on the cigarette perched between his lips, and god, his eyes, those stupidly perfect purple eyes, framed by long, dark lashes shine beautifully under the late August moon and draw you in like a moth to a porch light--blissfully unaware of that something so beautiful could be so dangerous.

You steady your resolve before looking at him like he’s an idiot, “obviously, shit was expensive,” you mark your point by taking a much larger drink from the bottle before extending it to him. He gives you a pensive look before taking the bottle from your hand and bringing it to his own lips. You note the way his tongue pokes out to wet his lips before he takes a large drink, his Adams apples bobbing as the fluid makes its way down his throat. To your surprise, he keeps going, effectively chugging the whiskey as if it were water. “Hey, stop that!” you exclaim, reaching up with ardor to take the bottle from his grasp. When your small hand grasps the glass and pulls it away from him, the drink falls from the corner of his lips as he laughs through a cough, bringing his sleeve up to wipe the excess from his lips. “That was easily like fifty bucks right there,” you grumble mostly to yourself, wiping the outside of the bottle across your jeans.

He looks up at you from his hunched-over position and grabs the cigarette from your ear, brushing his knuckles across your cheek as he does, waving it in your face, a goofy grin plastered on his face, a single eyebrow quirked up in question, “Need a light?”. Such an innocent question, but the lopsided grin he’s sporting and the intensity of his eyes leave you flustered in place for a moment longer than you’d like, listening to thrumming in your ears telling you to leave. Instead, you grab the cigarette from his hand indignantly, staring at the ground to cover the flush that threatens to creep across your face at his proximity, tapping the toe of your shoe into the grass, half in an attempt to free some of the mud accumulating and partially to have a reason not to look at him.

“Yeah,” you mutter out before glancing up at him. When you do, he places the cigarette between your lips, he stands to his full height, making you feel incredibly small beneath him before he rummages through his pocket. He pulls a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, Marb red, 100s to be exact, and you smile a little to yourself. “copy cat,” you giggle out, looking up at him as he places a cigarette between his lips, cupping the flame and taking a large inhale. He chuckles to himself a little at your statement before stepping impossibly closer to you with his lit cigarette. His hair falls around his face as he leans down, smirking around the cigarette perched between his pouty lips, waiting patiently for you to close the distance. He couldn’t be serious right now.

“Well? Ya gonna light that cig or what?” he speaks through the cigarette, his hair cascading down in front of him, the very tips of it tickling your collarbone. You roll your eyes before placing your hand around your cigarette, cradling it in place, letting your eyes flutter closed, touching the tip of your cigarette to his, breathing in deeply and relishing in the bitter-sweet taste of it as it makes its way to the bottom of your lungs. When you open your eyes, he’s staring at you with an unreadable expression, no hint of the smile that was present moments ago. His gaze pierces you in place as the low thrumming of life on the other side of the wall drifts into your consciousness.

You shift nervously under his gaze, looking at the mud crusted to the tip of your shoe, “Since when do you smoke? Ya know those things will kill ya,” you mutter with all the playfulness you can muster before returning your gaze to him. You don’t miss the small smile that creeps over his hand as he takes another drag.

“Got dumped by a beautiful girl, in case you didn’t know; I think it’s only natural to pick up a bad habit. Speaking of which, does Satoru know you’re here? I think you traumatized him last time he saw you,” Suguru says with some genuine concern etched into his brows.

You chuckle a little at the statement feeling your brows knit together in guilt, “Yeah, he knows, definitely didn’t look too happy to see me, but he had pussy to chase, so you know how that goes,” Suguru chuckles at your response before bringing the cigarette back to his lips. “Besides, I wasn’t that bad. Promise, I could have been a lot worse,” you chuckle a little to yourself before bringing the bottle back to your lips and taking a healthy swig. This was the last thing you wanted to talk about tonight, but the world turns to spite you, it would seem.

“I don’t doubt that, but he’s a pampered guy, yaknow? I highly doubt he’s ever seen a woman raise her voice before then, much less cause that much destruction,” he pulls the cigarette to his lips again, and you take notice of how close the ember is reaching to the butt and the way the mellow flame illuminates his features as he takes a shallow inhale.

He was right; you may have gone a bit overboard. You don’t remember much of that night, to be completely honest; when you think back, most of it flies away in a haze of screaming and crying. You do remember throwing a dresser drawer in the general direction of Satoru though. Being the sweetheart pacifist that he is, he came up to try and quell the storming rage, but unfortunately, words evaded him, and he opened up with “chill out,” not a great thing to say to an angry woman.

You straighten your stance as you pinch the ember out of your cigarette, stomping it into the grass, and toss the butt into your jacket pocket, a sweet habit that doesn’t go unnoticed by Suguru. “Well, yaknow what they say? Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” you scoff, staring as you swirl the liquid in your bottle, groaning internally at the realization that it is nearly empty before taking another swig, feeling your mind begin to slip away as your jaw unclenches and your vision blurs slightly.

Suguru reaches for the bottle in your hands, bringing it to his lips and taking a large drink before he crouches down, leaning his head back on the worn wood of the house, looking up at you as if asking you to take a seat next to him. On slightly wobbly legs, you comply, leaving a healthy distance between you. You sit in silence for a moment, taking in the heavy thrum of bass emanating from the house, reminiscing on nights when you would sit out here with Suguru, a bottle between you and the comfortable quiet of the night save for the low hum of life seeping into the night air from the crowded house. You would sit beside him, relishing in the bitterness of a cigarette as he scolded you playfully for the nasty habit, making notes about the staining on your fingers and comparing them to the yellowed pages of a novel. He was always overly poetic like that, sickeningly good at making you feel like the main character of some period romance novel. That’s probably why it stung so bad when you found out he was leaving. Had he told you himself, lacing beautiful words about finding each other again or running away together like lovesick teenagers, maybe you would have been okay with it; maybe you would have chuckled even at his poet’s tongue before cradling his too-large face in your hand, peppering it with sweet kisses, hopeful for the future.

Instead, you stared at a plane ticket, cold and alone, entirely too drunk to be in your right mind, with no sweet words to chase away the tears creeping to the corners of your eyes, no elaborate yearning confessions to replace the overwhelming weight in your chest. He was leaving, and he wasn’t even going to tell you; what’s worse, he lied to you. He laid you down in his bed, body pressed comfortably close to yours as he kissed the space between your ear and jaw as he whispered to you about how he belonged here with you, that he could never pass you up for anything because his heart was sure to reject anyone but you. That he couldn’t imagine a life for himself where he didn’t come home to you stretched out on the sofa in his worn out crewneck, his sweet cat wrapped comfortably on your chest as your little snores drift to his ears. He couldn’t wake without the sight of your hazy smile peering down at him, your sweet voice coaxing him back to the reality of his dreams.

At least that’s what he had said; instead, you sit there on the worn carpet of his bedroom, studying the creases in the corner of the plane ticket. He had decided to leave and never intended to tell you. No possibility of running behind him and living in a shitty studio while he interned at the college, and you worked part-time at the cafe down the street, saving your change in a pickle jar to afford a better home. You would never hear him shuffle through the front door, kicking his black loafers off before unbuttoning the top of his shirt, striding over to your place at the kitchen sink, placing a single kiss on the crown of your head before telling you all about the students he worked with today, and way they groaned at the Dostoevsky reading today. Suguru would go on to describe the intricacies of his love for the droning author as you wiped the water off your hands with a tea towel, smiling at him with that same lovesick look your heart always held for him.

You’re pulled from your thoughts by the flicking of a lighter, and you look over to see Suguru cupping the flame once again as his cigarette flickers to life. “When did you really pick up smoking, Suguru?” you spare a glance at whatever book he’s reading right now, Letters to Milena, typical.

“When you left them at my place, they just kept staring at me from the nightstand. It wasn’t supposed to become a habit, but I think it pairs nicely with the whole tortured artist vibe, yaknow?” he chuckles to himself at his own lame joke. He takes a sharp inhale and stares off into the night sky for a moment before reaching for the bottle between you, taking a large drink, and offering the last of it to you. “I never meant to hurt you, yaknow?” he mutters out before taking another drag off of his smoke as if avoiding speaking, even if only for a moment.

You don’t hesitate to finish the last of the bottle, relishing the fire that trails through your throat. “What is that supposed to mean?” you ask, leaning your head back against the wall, trying to straighten out your dizzy mind.

He sucks in a deep breath, using his foot to toy with the grass. “I just didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know how to tell you; I tried to believe me, but every time…I just…choked, I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t say it out loud… made it all feel too real,” his voice cracks a little at the end like the memory of it all could break him.

You look over at him, your confident facade crumbling as your voice betrays you, conveying much more than you ever wanted to say: “I didn’t expect you to stay, yaknow? A part of me was so excited for you. I know what this means to you…I just didn’t expect you of all people to lie to me,” you take in a deep breath. “I was also incredibly drunk,” you let out a half-hearted chuckle, hoping to lighten the mood.

He doesn’t smile; if anything, his frown only deepens before he moves to speak, “I didn’t lie to you, I’m not going…I’ve had too much time to think about it, and I don’t think I can leave you behind, even if it’s just the little things, like the hoodie hanging over my desk chair with cigarette hole burnt through the pocket or the pack of reds staring at me while I’m far too drunk to make any good decisions,” he looks over at you, moving his hand into the space between you, looking up at you through his heavy lashes, “or the chance that I’ll find you sneaking out the back door of my house, looking for a lighter” he laughs solemnly to himself at that last statement. Reaching into his pocket for yet another cigarette, placing it between his teeth and lighting it before handing the lit cigarette to you.

You shuffle in place, lifting the cigarette to your lips, praying it will do anything to settle your uneasy heart, or maybe keep your head from spinning, laying your head back against the wall and letting your eyes flutter closed, “Those things’ll kill ya yaknow?” you mutter out, groaning lightly at the way the world turns behind your eyelids, before passing the cigarette back to him.

“You’ll still kill me faster,” he chuckles a little at the thought, leaning on his outstretched hand, taking a drag off the cigarette and letting the smoke dissipate into the night. “I uh…I miss you a lot, and I’m sorry for all of it,” he states, turning to look at the space between you, studying the way your hand twitches lightly. The silence between you grows on him like a fungus threatening to stop his breathing altogether as he closes his eyes and lets the weight of what he said hang in the air. He was sure you didn't care that he missed you; an apology wasn’t going to erase what had happened between you; it wasn’t enough, but a small part of him wished it was.

“So, what are you doing now? You didn’t leave; better be a damn good alternative here,” your voice is coated with a teasing tone, trying desperately to hide all of the emotions threatening to overtake your now hazy mind. You look over to see him staring holes into your hand, and as if on instinct, you place it haphazardly over his much larger one, enjoying the warmth radiating from his knuckles. Your gaze returns to the stars draping across the sky, taking mental note of how small you feel when gazing up at the vast, consuming black of the night sky. It was a morbidly comforting thought that none of this would matter one day.

“Promise not to kill me?” he leans in a little closer to you, a breathy chuckle escaping his lips as his thumb absentmindedly strokes the side of your hand, the pad of his finger calloused and warm.

“Cross my heart,” you state, looking over at him again, realizing how close he’s gotten and studying the features of his face, the way his brows sag comfortably low, his eyelashes framing his warm eyes perfectly, his lips are pulled in a small grin, his collarbone peaking out of the black T-shirt, exposing the smallest bit of a tattoo creeping over his shoulder from his back, that you know all too well.

His eyes linger on your lips as he begins to speak; he’s close enough now that when he does, you can see the hint of silver resting against his tongue, “I’ve started working on a book,” his eyes flash up to meet yours.

“Mr. Responsible is writing a book and hoping it works out? That’s definitely not what I expected to hear.” You try your best to muster up a teasing tone, but the way he’s so close to you right now, looking at you like a man starved, twists your guts, and for a moment, you think your heart might stop beating then and there.

He chuckles a bit, his gaze returning to your eyes, “It’s going well, thanks for asking,” he rolls his eyes, but you don’t miss the grin stretching across his features as his hand returns to absentmindedly stroking yours, “besides it was a way to stay here, I already have an offer and they made a generous upfront payment after some back and forth nonsense that you don’t really care about,” his voice trails off a little at the end as he notices the way your eyes are scanning his lips, a cute drunken flush washed over your face as your tongue darts out to lick your lips.

Would it make him a bad person if he kissed you right now? He’s not sure and must not care because he’s quick to close the distance between you, placing a gentle kiss on the juncture of your mouth, letting himself linger there for a moment as he relishes the feeling. When he pulls back, he knows he’s a terrible person cause the sight of you with your wide eyes looking up at him through a soft pout, chest heaving slightly, tongue darting out to wet your lips--a very innocent reaction to a very innocent act-- makes him ache to devour you.

“Wh-why would you do that?” your brows knit together in confusion for a moment before his lips are on you again, first at your lips, then just below your ear as he whispers to you.

“Let me tell you I’m sorry…please?”

Oh fuck, the ‘please’ he lets out is so pathetic you feel a whine creeping from the back of your throat as your hands find purchase in his and tug slightly. “Are you ready to beg for my forgiveness?” With that, it’s his turn to let out a groan at how breathy and unsure you sound.

“Sweetheart, I’m prepared to get on my knees and beg for hours if you’d let me…” he makes his point by licking a stripe up the side of your neck.

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my-soupy-brain · 6 months

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ted finding out that his colleague y/n hasn’t been sleeping well and wants to help her fix it 😁 a not-so-platonic sleepover ensues

As someone who's a horrible, horrible sleeper, this speaks to me. And yeah, let Ted wear me out. PLEASE. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Warnings: Insomnia, mental health, lust, smut

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Your eyes popped open on your desk.

"Y/N?"

You could hear Ted's Kansas drawl, coming closer in focus for your ears. You are being woken up.

In your office. In the middle of the day.

Jesus, you've got to get a hold of your sleep.

"You OK there?" Ted asks, his eyebrows bunched together worriedly.

You look around, dazed a bit. You nod slowly. "Yeah, yeah I'm OK. Just, ah, haven't been sleeping much."

Ted frowns. He's worried about you.

You're a good friend. You pick him up when he's down. He's called you in the middle of the night more than once when he's struggling, mentally. And now he can see it in your bleary, red eyes. The anxiety catching up to you. The lack of sleep. Your usually rosy cheeks are pale in comparison.

He knows you've been going through a lot. Healing from a bad breakup six months ago, living on your own in London, which is new to you.

"You gotta get some sleep, y/n. I'm worried about'cha," Ted says quietly, coming over next to you and putting a warm hand on your shoulder.

You shrug and nod. "I know. I just... it doesn't matter what I do, I can't seem to relax..."

Ted watches your eyes water, the anxiety and the pain and the lack of sleep catching up and making a mess of your emotions.

"Hey, I've got an idea. What if I helped you with a bedtime routine? Doc Sharon told me that's one of the best things I can do for my anxiety, I bet it would help you, too."

You look at him with hopeful eyes. "What do you mean?"

"Well, it can be anything. Putting your phone down a couple hours before bed. Meditating. Soft music. Lavender oil. You name it, you can make it part of a routine. I'm happy to help ya."

You nod. "I could sure use the help. I'm not good at starting healthy habits."

Ted chuckles. "Nonsense. I'll show ya how it's done. I'll come over tonight, how about 8? We'll start there."

You agree. "I'd like that, Ted. See you at 8."

...

When 7:55 hits you have an expected knock on your front door, and you open it to a comfy-cozy Ted Lasso. Gray joggers, a hoodie, his hair loose and flopped over.

"Ready for our slumber party?" he says with a bright smile, making you laugh.

"Let's do this."

Ted comes in and kicks off his shoes, little goldfish socks on his feet. You smile at this, and he blushes.

"First thing's first, let's put our phones down in another room, or far away from us. Give our ol' eyeballs a break, yeah?" he says, holding out his hand for your device. You hand it over and agree.

"Checkmark."

"Let's change the lighting here a little bit. Here..." Ted says, switching off the kitchen light, switching off a couple of lamps, except for one in the corner that leaves the couch darkened.

He looks at the TV and sees a loud, brash reality show screaming in the background.

"You watchin' this?" he asks, curiously.

"Nah, not really. It's just...on..."

Ted nods and picks up the remote, sitting on the couch next to you. "Let's find something more relaxing."

He flips the channels and finds a travel show, with soothing sounds and pictures.

"Now c'mere," he adds, opening his arm to you.

"You sure?"

"Of course. Listen, we're friends. A cuddle ain't gonna hurt nothin' and it'll help your body relax. I usually do this with a big ol' body pillow but a person is much better," he says with earnest eyes and a cute smile.

You crawl against his chest, and he puts a throw over both of you, his arm around you, your ear against his heart. He tilts his head lovingly onto yours as you watch the shows, your feet up on the ottoman together. You swing one of your feet between his, tangling you together tighter.

And your heart is pounding.

But not with anxiety.

With something... else.

No. In all your years, no one has ever tried to take care of you. And as you think back to your friendship with Ted, you realize how you've always been there for each other.

How handsome he is when he smiles.

How dedicated he is to his job, to his friends, and to his family.

What a good dad he is.

You take in a deep breath against him, and his shirt smells just like him. Woodsy cologne and clean linen. He's always so tidy...

You feel his hand on your side, and then up and down your back soothingly, and it hits you like a goddamn freight train.

You're in love with this man.

Never have you felt so safe, so loved, so looked after. But besides that, you love who he is on the inside.

Half of your brain wants you to assure Ted you're fine, and he can go home. You're worried your feelings are gonna show. But the other half can't let this moment end.

"You OK down there?" Ted asks, as if he can hear you. "You're thinkin' awfully loud."

You gulp. "I'm...I'm fine...this is just...really nice. Really, really nice. I feel so taken care of, Ted. Thank you."

Ted's heart hammers equally at this, and you can hear it change beat under your ear.

Ted holds you a little tighter when you tell him that, adding softly against your hair, "I'm glad. You deserve to feel safe and taken care of."

A beat goes by before he continues. "You're really important to me, y/n. I care about you. I care about you... a lot..."

You sit up to look at him, your eyes searching his and he smiles gently under his neatly groomed mustache.

"I care about you, too, Ted. More than just care though... more than a friend..."

Where is this boldness coming from? Sleep deprivation?

Ted smiles again, his hand finding yours, which he kisses gently.

"I care about you more than a friend, too..."

When you move closer, his thumb and index finger hold your chin gingerly, both of your eyes looking at each other's lips and back up. Your cue.

When your lips meet, it's heavenly. It's taken so long to get here. It feels so...damn right.

Both of you smile as you kiss, pulling away a little breathless before diving back in for more. His hands are in your hair, holding your waist; your hands are in his hair, cupping his neck.

The TV is long forgotten. As are your phones and anything else plaguing your mind, just desperate for more Ted.

You pull him over you on the couch and he smiles, breathing hard.

"I am so worked up, sugar, but maybe we should take this to the bedroom where we can sleep...later..."

You chuckle and agree, and he whisks you off to your bedroom and queen-sized bed, falling into it.

Ted is slow and romantic with his touch and kiss, his big, warm hands coasting over your waist and hips under your nightshirt. You tremble and moan a little, and he knows he's on the right track.

"I think I know what'll make ya sleepy," Ted says with a husky voice and a chuckle.

"Yeah? I think we both do," you reply, giggling against his neck.

Making love with Ted is...

Like floating. Like a dream. Like he can read your mind. The right pressure, the right place, the right kisses and touches and whispers.

When he slides in the first time, you have to take a breath to take him. Like a gentleman, he watches you with concern, waiting to see you smile before he keeps going.

But once he's seated, it's like your bodies just get it.

Your legs are wrapped around his waist, your lips pressed together, and when they're not, pressed against each other's necks and shoulders. Your fingers roam up and down his chest and this perfectly sculpted-and-soft body of his, while his roam the soft curves of your body -- your breasts, your hips, your thighs...

"Yeah, sugar, I just want you to feel good..." Ted murmurs. "I wanna make you feel good..."

You moan, your fingers threaded in his hair.

"God, the way I've daydreamed about you, doll," he whispers and your body shakes. "Every day... hell, every night..."

Oh, all that talk is gonna...

"Never thought I'd get this, to show you. You sound like you did in my dreams, sugar..."

Your body snaps like a cord, releasing against him, your voice calling for him, cursing, driving him on, his hips moving faster and faster before he moans your name low against your ear, removing his body and spilling across your skin.

A few deep breaths, eye contact, and a smile. Ted cleans you up and curls up with you in your bed.

And for the first time in a very, very long time... you feel...

Relaxed.

Your body warm and loose. Your spine sinking into your soft mattress. Ted yawns a little, making you yawn, too. They're contagious after all.

"If that was your plan, well done," you finally break the silence, making both of you laugh.

"It wasn't my intention, but I'm glad it worked. You tired, sugar?" he asks gently, pushing hair over your ear. You nod. "I am. But...can you..."

"Do you need something?" he asks.

"Just stay with me?"

Ted smiles. "I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else, darlin'."

You turn out the light and curl into Ted, your limbs tangled and the softness of the night taking you in.

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That was sexier than I planned but it's in my head because I NEED THIS. And I bet a lot of us do. Oh, Ted. You perfect man.

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso x you #ted lasso smut

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azriels-angels · 2 years

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thanks, now I'm thinking about Azriel's knot. 🥹

you're welcum, angel :)

he didn’t want to knot you, didn’t want to subject you to that painful stretch. but gods you were being stubborn.

each time you went to reach for that growing bulb, Azriel would growl, barring his teeth in warning before pinning your wrist to the bed, violently snapping his hips into your seeping hole. thus, making you whine and glare at the handsome male pounding into you.

though your displeased whimpers and pouts only annoyed Azriel further.

ungrateful brat.

“Az, please, I can take it,” you panted out, meeting each thrust with desperate, little humps of your own.

Azriel nearly flipped you over and spanked your ass silly for being so incredibly rude. though he knew you wouldn’t learn that way. he had to give you what wanted. then you’d shut up.

a few of Azriel's shadows tied both of your wrists over your head, the others moving down to lick and curl around your clit while their master left a litter of bites at the side of your throat.

“Look at you, begging like a whore for my knot,” Azriel growled into your neck, not once letting up the unforgiving place of his thrusts as he flared his wings. “Don’t say that I didn’t warn you,”

before you could register what Azriel was implying at, the next slam of his hips had you screaming. the burning pain, the excruciating ache that jabbed at your entrance was a newfound torture your body wasn’t used to. your mouth hung open as tears began to flow down your cheeks, the wind had completely knocked out of you.

but he did not stop. Azriel did not falter as he continued to fuck you recklessly, though now with his knot ripping into you as well. the sounds of your cum generously coating the bulb was music to Azriel’s ears as a visible bulge began to develop in your womb. your cries and pants into his shoulder only caused Azriel to chuckle, making a wave of humiliation wash through you.

“You’ve got what you’ve wanted, bunny. Now, take it. Take it like the good girl I know you are,” Azriel dug his nails into your waist, so tiny in comparison to his large, marred hands. The animalistic nature in Azriel came out as he smirked in a satisfied bliss, content at how well you're squeezing him. He thought it was amusing how your little cunt was trying to push his knot out. but this is what you wanted right? and who was he to deny you such a thing?

your head rested against one of the plush pillows as your drool began to leak onto it. the painful stretch slowly turned into a pleasureful throb that fucked you dumb. you were too overstimulated to moan let alone move, only able to let out small, euphoric mewls as your slick began to squirt out of your swollen hole, splashing onto Azriel's toned, brown abs.

Azriel let out a dark laugh before repeatedly slapping your tits. He loved it. loved seeing you like this. you were completely numb yet high on pleasure all due to his knot. fuck, he should have given it to you sooner.

"No 'thank you' for letting me oblige to your request?" Azriel cooed, tilting his head to the side as he brushed the matted hair from your face.

you could not respond, couldn't even comprehend what Azriel was saying; only able to look up at him with glazed over eyes.

at this, the Shadowsinger tilted his head back to let out a sadistic laugh. his beautiful, little, minx of a mate looking so pretty as she gets fucked stupid. they should do this more often.

#azriel imagine #acotar azriel #azriel smut #azriel x you #azriel x reader smut #azriel #azriel x reader #lias minis👼🏼#azriel x you smut #acotar smut #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel/reader

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it’s me again. new Taylor swift album. ssk thoughts?

first, i woke up at 4:30 in the morning to listen to this album the moment it came out. And I WAS going through it thinking about skk when I wasn't bawling my eyes out over certain lyrics that were personal attacks

I do want to take a moment to talk about the actual album itself on its own for a moment just because omfg i love it, and something I really liked with tpd in comparison to more of her recent albums, is the music seems very simple, with a focus on lyricism, which had always been a theme with her music, that the lyrics are more important, but it just. It's so well done here.

Also, there's a very nice mix between the synth pop of midnights, and the more acoustic vibes from folklore and evermore in this album, when i listened to the first song i thought the whole album was going to have that same vibe, and was very pleasantly surprised at the first piano track.

Also a lot of the lyrics are very reminiscent of her earlier albums, thinking speak now and fearless. it feels most obvious with i can do it with a broken heart and who's afraid of little old me- which by the way, based off the title I thought i would HATE whos afraid of little old me, but i actually really like it??? like it's a very 'cringe' phrase, it's made fun of mercilessly, but it works surprisingly well.

The songs all seem to have an earlier album they could tie back to, with the same vibes or styles of lyrics, and it's so nice to listen to while thinking of what it could possibly tie back to.

This definitely isn't my favourite album, i was expecting something different i think, but it's still really good, and there are quite a few really good songs on it. guilty as sin? and clara bow are my personal favourites i think :3

But I would like to direct your attention to the second song on the album, 'The Tortured Poets Department'

I LOVE a title drop in a song, it drives me insane for real, and i actually screamed. But more importantly, in reference to this, it is VERY skk to me, like I listened to it and instantly was thinking of how i was going to reference this song in an au some day.

But imo, this song is 100% Chuuya pov skk and well the autism is working overtime so I will be doing an analysis I'm so sorry this is what I'm using my time for but AUGH brainrot im sorry i have interests

'You left your typewriter at my apartment' - starting off by mentioning that this is what i thought of when considering references, because im a sucker for writer skk, and i thought a really cool thing would be Dazai leaving a typewriter behind when he left for some reason, and then Chuuya picking it up and eventually using it, especially with one of the following lines being 'who uses a typewriter anyway?', something he used to judge Dazai for then becoming something he does himself is just *polite clapping* i love it and I will be giving dazai a typewriter at somepoint

'But you're in self sabotage mode, throwing spikes down on the road' - Dazai is very mentally ill, and likely does self sabotage, ESPECIALLY if it were to be his relationship with Chuuya, his bandages are an allegory for the fact that he doesn't let anyone see below the surface of his personality, and that does go for Chuuya as well. He doesn't allow for that kind of vulnerability and in all likelihood, if he were to end up in a situation where he did need to be vulnerable, he'd self sabotage and try and fuck it up just to get out of that situation. However, there's also the next lines;

'But I've seen this episode and still love the show, who else decodes you?' - which is to say that regardless of the 'episode' dazai would be having in that moment, chuuya would still love him, and can decode him to understand what he is doing, which is a VERY skk thing, being able to decode what the other is thinking when they do things, and their intentions. He would be able to work out what was going on, and be able to work things out.

'And who's gonna hold you like me? And who's going to know you, if not me?' - skk have that insane bond that they don't have with anyone else, they know each other better than anyone else, and they both probably know it, regardless of whether they admit it or not, and (don't attack me im a multishipper) they're genuinely unmatched as a duo, there's not another team with either of them that are stronger than the two of them together. Nobody is going to know them the way that they know each other, it's just impossible given how close they had to be, and the environment they were in. The entire Dazai makes Chuuya feel human and Chuuya makes Dazai feel alive thing. As the post chorus says, nobody will do it the same.

'I scratch your head, you fall asleep, like a tattooed golden retriever' - rare moments of vulnerability my beloved, but my specific picking of this line is Dazai's constant insistence that Chuuya is his dog, while frequently behaving in a way(esp ada dazai) that would be more suited to a golden retriever. There's also something I want to say here about the comparison to a dog, by a person he loves. But it is canon that Dazai at the very least does not like dogs, and in fanon he is frequently portrayed as afraid of them.

Here, this could be translated as it being a metaphor, Dazai being vulnerable like a dog, something he is scared of/hates. He isn't just scared of dogs, he's scared of vulnerability in any form, and comparing him to a dog when he is like that would be to emphasise that point, that he hates them both. This also opens the implication that Chuuya is aware of both of these fears.

But he is like a dog, and being vulnerable, and in that moment, he would be exactly what he hates most, his is everything he hates. And Chuuya loves him anyway, despite knowing how much he hates himself. And he makes himself vulnerable around Chuuya, regardless of how much he's scared of it.

'Sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me' - this lyric makes me think of concerns about Dazai leaving again after they reunite at 22, perhaps Chuuya's own concerns of getting too comfortable only for one of their many issues to come and blow everything up in their faces, like how in a earlier lyric the relationship in the song is referred to as a cyclone, the fear is that it gets out of control, even if they know what they're doing, or trying to do.

'But you had told Lucy you'd kys if i ever leave, and i said the same to jack so i felt seen' - oh boy toxic co-dependency time. skk are so co-dependent it's literally insane, their lives often genuinely rest in each others hands, not even mentioning whatever the fuck went on in mersault. From Chuuya relying on Dazai to nullify corruption, to Chuuya being the reason Dazai decided to try living a little in 15, there have been multiple instances in which if it wasn't for the other they would be dead. They trust each other with their lives, and could very easily end up in a state where if one were to leave, the other would make an attempt on their own life (moreso dazai than chuuya, but it really could go either way).

'Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be, cause we're crazy, so tell me, who else is gonna know me?' - Anything else aside, skk are fucking insane. they deserve each other just so they don't bring danger to literally anyone else they interact with. They're insane, especially around/about each other, and again, they're the only ones who fully understand each other. Dazai is the only one left from during stormbringer as well, which is think is important to mention. Dazai was there during sb and the dragons head conflict, both times that Chuuya's friends were killed, if anyone was going to understand how he might have felt after that experience, or what happened, it would be Dazai. They understand each other in ways others would never manage.

'At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger, and put it on the one people put wedding rings on, and that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding' - skk are literally married guys. dating six years, married four years, divorced eight times and broken up 52, but also never stopped dating and are best friends who plan how to kill the other for fun. They're married, but they're also not, but also their souls are tied together in ways not made for the human brain to comprehend. This feels very much like domestic skk fic interactions and i'm 100% here for it.

Anyway, this song is very skk coded and I love it so much, tell me why i spent an hour on this. I don't think this was what you were looking for but... this is what you got. If you want me to go through any other songs like this then i'll do it. I love skk and taylor swift so much i can't even think like im afaifiegbi im pretty sure taylor has a tumblr account so there is like a 0.0000001% she would see this and that has me... panicking but anyway :D i have lots of thoughts all the time and thank you for indulging me with this ask i NEEDED to get this out of my system before i exploded!!!

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foxes-that-run · 7 months

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20 times it was always Haylor

Harry and Taylor often write that the other is irreplaceable, though they are built to fall apart and get back together.

I have limited myself to only 10 songs each which was hard!

Taylor:

Out of the Woods: "We were built to fall apart / Then fall back together / (Back together)"

End Game "I hit you like, "Bang" / We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't" and "And I can't let you go, your handprint's on my soul"

Ready for it: "And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor / Every lover known in comparison is a failure"

Daylight "I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you"

Cruel Summer "And I scream, "For whatever it's worth I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?" He looks up, grinnin' like a devil"

DBATC: " I look through the windows of this love / Even though we boarded them up / Chandelier's still flickering here / 'Cause I can't pretend it's ok when it's not" and "You said it was a great love, one for the ages / But if the story’s over, why am I still writing pages?"

The 1: "And it would've been sweet / If it could've been me / In my defense, I have none/ For digging up the grave another time / But it would've been fun/ If you would've been the one"

Gold Rush: "And the coastal town / We wandered 'round had never / Seen a love as pure as it" and "My mind turns your life into folklore / I can't dare to dream about you anymore"

Question..?:"Cause I don't remember who I was / Before you painted all my nights / A color I've searched for since" and "Does it feel like everything's just like / Second best after that meteor strike?"

Snow on the Beach "Life is emotionally abusive / And time can't stop me quite like you did" and "Weird but fuckin' beautiful / Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful / You wanting me tonight feels impossible"

Harry:

Stockholm Syndrome: "Who's this whisper telling me that I'm never gonna get away?" and " All my life, I've been on my own (Oh-oh-oh) I used the light to guide me home (Oh-oh-oh) / But now together we're alone /And there's no other place I'd ever wanna go”

I love you: Harry wrote for Alex and Sierra: "Cause I love you, more than you think I do / And I love you, now you don't want me to" and "Every time I try to fight it, everything just turns out wrong /Maybe if I got my timing right, I wouldn't end up alone"

Maybe Someday Harry wrote for Micheal Buble: " For her I bend, for you I break / And if I can't be yours now / I'll wait here on this ground / 'Til you come, 'til you take me away / Maybe someday"

Meet me in the Hallway: "We don't talk about it / It's something we don't do / Cause once you go without it / Nothing else will do"

Sweet Creature: "Wherever I go, you bring me home / Sweet creature, sweet creature / When I run out of road, you bring me home"

Fine Line: "You've got my devotion But man, I can hate you sometimes" and "You sunshine, you temptress / My hand's at risk, I fold / Crisp trepidation I'll try to shake this soon"

Golden "I know you were way too bright for me I'm hopeless, broken, so you wait for me in the sky" and "I can feel you take control (I can feel you take control) / Of who I am, and all I've ever known Lovin' you's the antidote / Golden"

Adore you: "I'd walk through fire for you / Just let me adore you/ Like it's the only thing I'll ever do"

As it was: "Seems you cannot be replaced / And I'm the one who will stay, oh" / In this world, it's just us / You know it's not the same as it was"

Music for a Sushi Restaurant: "I don't want you to get lost I don't want you to go broke / I want you / It's 'cause I love you, babe / In every kind of way / Just a little taste / Know I love you, babe"

Ok one more

#haylor

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manogirl · 5 months

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The Logistics of Longform Boyfriend Improv

Here's some random thoughts about longform boyfriend improv (and thank you to whoever coined that phrase; it's my absolute favorite way to think about fanservice because yeah, that's what's happening) I've been having and do I think it's prudent to put this on the internet? I don't know but here we go.

I'm intensely interested in the logistics of how it gets decided and codified, especially at GMMTV. Like, clearly some guys are interested in doing it as a career move, and some aren't, and GMMTV seems to roll with whatever is preferable to the actor, at least at THIS point. I feel some kind of way about the fact that Krist and Singto, say, or even Off and Gun for that matter, went into the whole thing without understanding where it would be going, because, welp, no one knew at that point.

Let me say this: I don't think in 2016 GMMTV thought that a huge number of endorsement deals would happen for dudes in these branded ships; I think it might have taken them some time. Maybe they did and I'm naive, but god, I kind of have to doubt it, especially given attitudes towards homosexuality in Thailand at the time.

So if they stumbled into this goldmine, and didn't know the longterm direction it would go, they paired guys up who had chemistry (or didn't; sorry Podd and Khaotung, but no, it was never gonna work) and threw them out there without realizing what was going to happen. It's entirely NOT surprising that some of the guys were like, no, wait, what?

Off and Gun rolled with it, but Krist and Singto didn't. Tay and New were on hiatus for how long because it seems like Newwiee was uninterested in doing the whole LBI thing. And I don't think any of those choices are bad or good, they just are. (I find Nanon to be a VERY interesting inflection point. Did Nanon know when he signed on for BBS that he was signing on for LBI? Did he agree to that? Did it organically happen over time [I find that VERY hard to believe]? Did he agree and then grow to hate it? Or was it before LBI became so intense, and as it intensified around he and Ohm, did he scream 'get me off this ship?' Fascinating. Logistics.)

But guys coming up now? They know. Satang and Winny and Aou and Boom and Marc and Pawin and Great and In and Sea and Keen and Leng--they all know. Now, have all these people agreed to do LBI? Who can say? I feel pretty solid in saying that Satang and Winny are WELL on their way, and Aou and Boom seem to be vying for it as well.

Because here's the thing: longform boyfriend improv MUST PAY. It pays in money, I'm sure, but also in fame and fans. It pays in status in GMMTV and I think we ALL know that. (The women are seemingly eager to do GL, and I think it's not hard to see why.) I think about the trade-offs, and I have to imagine these guys do too. That's not to say a guy can't get big without doing LBI; Fluke Gawin has a devoted following without doing ANY LBI, and that's fab. But if you're Winny or Satang, and you've been the side guy forever, does it seem like LBI is the way to the big time? Is Satang eyeing the Bright/Nanon road to music stardom that went through BLs for them? (Or Jeff Satur for that matter. Or Krist Perawat.)

I'm not interested in discussing the decisions these individual men are making around LBI. That feels pretty infantilizing to me. It's not a 1-to-1 comparison, but I think about this sometimes when it comes to men who compete in rough sports, like boxing or football. Some men (and women, if we're talking about boxing) will choose to take the trade-off of an uncertain health future in order to play a game that might bring them fame or fortune or hell, they just love. I'm not interested in parsing each person's choice to make that trade-off. That's up to them.

We can have a discussion about whether LBI hurts or helps BL in the long run, and we can have a discussion about whether it's harmful in a societal sense, and that's definitely an interesting discussion. But whether or not Ohm Pawat decides to get into another LBI situation? That's not something we can say a damn thing about. Only he knows, working with his current situation and what he wants for his career.

Well, that went slightly away from the idea of the logistics of LBI, but suffice it to say that this autist is highly interested in the nuts and bolts of making it all work, and about who does it and who doesn't. I'd love to just sit down with Phuwin or Dunk (my Thai isn't very good and these guys are fluent in English) and ask about the logistics. I don't want to know about the personal feelings; I want to know about the business arrangement. I think it would actually enhance LBI for me!

(Look, I know some of you HATE fanservice/longform boyfriend improv and look, I just don't. I don't want anyone to be forced to do it, and I don't care if the LBI ends. I just enjoy it while it's happening.)

#fanservice #longform boyfriend improv #thai bl #GMMTV

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realm-of-rosie · 1 year

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Hi hiiii! Hope you're having a good daaaay!! I wanna make a request with Zhongli, Childe, Diluc and Raiden! If it's possible! Or it can only be Raiden and Zhongli if it's too much! It's a scenario where the gn!reader had a nightmare or they can't sleep so they (Genshin Impact characters) went to the balcony and danced without music, swaying till their s/o is falling asleep on their shoulders and they just adore their s/o's face. Hope this isn't too much to ask! Please take care of yourself!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

💭 night terrors !!!

[ mentions of nightmares, crying, screaming ]

i. genshin impact [ zhongli, childe, diluc, raiden ]

ii. comfort + scenarios

iii. blog rules | masterlist

iv. hello to you!! it has been quite a slow day on my end, and i wish you're having a good day! thank you for requesting (my first request coming back i hope i can deliver), i hope you don't mind that i switched up some parts so it wouldn't be repetitive for all of them, and this is not too much at all! much platonic love to you <3

[ zhongli ]

"hush my dove, i am right here,"

zhongli's embrace is firm but nothing in comparison to the death grip you had on his arm, trying to ground yourself back to reality and the pillar of a man next you. his hand moves to pat your head, gently pulling you to lean against his chest when you look at him all teary-eyed and his chest rumbles as he hums.

"do you want to talk about it?"

"no, please," you reply almost immediately, curling more into yourself, "not now when the images are so...vivid in my head, i honestly just want to forget about it,"

"of course my love," zhongli kisses the top of your head tenderly, "whatever makes you comfortable,"

despite the comforting patting on your back, the humming, the ever-loving kisses on your head, your mind does not let you sleep and the way you squirm, looking over your shoulder and his intently gazing at the non-existent shadows in the corners of your room untouched by the light of the lantern on your bedside table does not go unnoticed by zhongli.

"would you mind standing for a little?"

puzzled, you stare up at him, "...why?"

"indulge me," is all he says and because you trust him, you do, albeit on shaky legs.

you tighten your embrace on his arm in a moment of panic when he grabs the lantern and holds it in front of him and in your eyes was a looking of pleading for him not to leave you in the dark and his own eyes soften, "i swear, i am right here, and i would never, ever leave you alone in the dark,"

zhongli picks up his vision from the table on his side of the bed and offers it to you, the soft glow leaving you mesmerized, and when you took it in your hands, it emitted an energy that made your hand feel warm.

you wordlessly allowed him to lead you to you to the balcony under the starlight of a quiet liyue (if you ignore the occasional noises coming from the restaurants filled with drinking parties of course). your boyfriend caresses your cheek when you face him, pulling your arms to wrap around his neck while his snaked around your waist and he started to sway in beat with a song playing in his head - a little awkward, but you smiled wider than before, so that was all that mattered to him.

"you're so warm," you murmur, laying your head against his chest, "it's nice,"

eventually, your eyes start to droop, at some point, you shake your head to rid yourself of the drowsiness in you and zhongli chuckles, "tired again?"

"no," you huff stubbornly, "i want to stay like this for longer,"

your lover smile fondly, "whatever you want," his thumb traces your lips, the beauty marks on your face, engraving it to memory as he does everytime you stare at him with your eyes twinkling in the light so full of love and a sensation of safety felt in his presence, "your wish is my command,"

[ childe ]

sleep doesn't always come easy to childe.

on normal nights, what kept him up was the incessant buzzing of crickets or cicadas outside and sometimes, in the events that he did manage to fall asleep comfortably beside you, the slightest sounds from the creaking of the old window under your room to the clip-clopping of horse shoes on the paved street would wake him up. during those days, his eyes would flutter open then back close almost immediately at the lack of danger surrounding you both.

but tonight, your scream had woken him up, sending him into a deep pit of panic. the sheer terror in it had childe jumping out of bed, rid of any sort of fatigue and set adrenaline coursed through his veins, weapon out, sharp eyes scanning the dark room for any unfamiliar silhouettes peeking out.

"childe," your meek voice made him sigh in relief, relief that you were alright but when he looked at you, his heart dropped and his weapon followed, allowing him to scoop you up in his arms.

"ajax," you hiccup with a much softer, shakier voice and your boyfriend paid no mind to how your tears soaked his shirt or how you gripped him with so much force that it hurt. childe could take it if it meant you would feel better.

"ajax, i was so scared,"

"it's alright darling," childe mumbles against your hair, rubbing your back and rocking you gently from side to side, "i've got you, i'm here, you're safe,"

you inhale and exhale deeply and shakily a few times, keeping your hand curled around his shirt like you were afraid he would disappear and the nightmares would come after you if he let go.

"oh, look," he says, pushing open the curtains of the window next to your bed and you attempt to turn and face what he was looking at as best you could with your hand full of his shirt and childe chuckles, pulling your hand off of his clothes so he could curl his nimble fingers around them before kissing your knuckles, "darling, i am not going anywhere, i promise, now look or you'll miss it,"

so you do look and when you turn to the window, you come face to face with the most beautiful sunrise you have ever seen - the soft yellows, pinks, purples, and blues creating such an aesthetic scene that you let out a gasp and childe chuckles.

after a while, your heartbeat has calmed down, the air is filled with your gentle breathing and chirping birds, and the rays of sunlight started trickling into your room.

"well, shall we go get breakfast?" childe asks, only to get a small snore in response, he breathlessly laughs, "alright, i shall go get breakfast then,"

after careful maneuvering, you are back under the covers, face smushed so adorably against the pillow that when your boyfriend looks, he falters in his mission to get breakfast, instead setling next to the floor to coo and plant featherlike kisses on your face.

[ diluc ]

more often than not, diluc was away at night, mostly when you were asleep to ease the stream of questions and concerns that he really did not want you to have to worry about. which sounds quite suspicious without context, but rest assured, he always made it home to you (granted he would be a little battered and bruised from performing his nightly duties to mondstadt and its people as the darknight, but you didn't question it).

one night, he comes home to the lights shining through the windows of the dawn winery and diluc freezes mid-step. given the time, no one should be awake anymore and concern began to seep into his skin, prompting him to hasten his pace, dashing through the foyer and ignoring the dark empty rooms in the first floor trying to make it to you.

the door to your room was open just a crack, light pouring into the hallway and if diluc was being honest, adelinde's voice telling you to breathe in through the nose and out through the mouth did little to comfort him, and he practically burst into the room where he saw adelinde sitting on your shared bed next to you, still in her nightgown, gently rubbing up and down your back.

"what happened?" he demands, shedding his thick upper jacket before rushing to your side, "i am so sorry -"

"i just had a nightmare love," you reply weakly, smiling at adelinde as she slips away and out of your room, "really, i'm fine,"

"no, you are not fine," diluc frowns, dabbing at your sweaty forehead with the damp cloth on your bedside table, "darling, come here, let me hold you,"

you slump in his arms, shaking, and diluc grabs your chin gently, lifting it so your teary eyes met his, "now tell me, who's frightening you? what scares you?"

you look away but he runs his fingers - gloveless and warm, so very warm - down your face, "tell me, and i will chase them all away so you don't have to worry about them anymore,"

"...it was just a silly nightmare," you argue weakly, "it isn't a big deal,"

"of couse it's a big deal," diluc tuts, "look at the state it's left you in,"

he listens attentively, quietly nodding and letting out hums as you recall the scenes you saw in your sleep and when you finished, he sighs again, cupping your cheek, "i am so sorry i wasn't here to comfort you from the start,"

"just hold me, and we can call it even,"

"deal," he lifts the blanket so he can get in to cuddle you, but you shake your head.

"except i'm not sure if i want to sleep just yet,"

"are you sure?" nod "alright, come with me then, let us go clear your head so you can get some more rest,"

you accept his extended hand and diluc guides you through the hall, down the steps where adelinde stood anxiously, sighing in relief when you walk past.

"thank you adelinde, please go and get your own rest now, i've got them,"

adelinde nods and curtseys, bidding a quiet good night before retreating to her room and when it closes with a click, diluc turns to you, "would you like some hot chocolate? and then we can cuddle to your heart's content,"

at the glint in your eye, he smiles, and when you both arrive in the kitchen, he begins to pull out the ingredients and utensils out of drawers and cabinets like it was second nature, and you tell him as much.

"nightmares are not uncommon in the manor," he explains softly, almost melancholically, a second of silence before he continues.

it's excting to watch him work, a serious expression in his face as he measures, stirs, and chops with rolled up sleeves and hair tied in a high ponytail, so entrancing, like clockwork.

"here, would you try it if it's not too hot -" he turns and you'd fallen asleep at the dining table, diluc chuckles, returning the drink to the pot and covering it before sitting across from you.

the blanket - his blanket - was sliding off of your gently rising and falling shoulders, mouth slightly agape that your breathing came out in quiet puffs. he pats your head, brushing off strands of hair (if any) away from your face so it wouldn't tickle you awake.

"i am so sorry i was not here," diluc mumbles, admiring how calm you looked now, a stark contrast to the terror-filled look on your face when he last saw you.

you say something, slurred by sleep, and he freezes when you nuzzle more into his touch, "...'ove you, s'much,"

he chuckles again, this time in disbelief, but he walks over to your side, leaning down to your ear and whispering, "i love you, to the ends of teyvat and beyond," diluc watches you smile in your sleep and he swears he just fell for you all over again.

[ raiden ]

"ei," she hears you timidly call from the doors of her office (if you could call it that, throne room never sat right with either of you anyway), "are you busy?"

"never too busy for you," she closes the scrolls she was looking at and immediately opened her arms, beckoning for you to be close to you, which honestly was all you wanted right now.

"dearest, why, you're trembling, come here," ei embraces you, tutting, "i promise you, it is safe in my arms,"

"i had a nightmare," you swallow thickly as you attempt to bury yourself more in her arms, "i couldn't find you so i came looking for you, but i thought you were busy,"

"again," ei cups your face in her hands, "i am not and will never be too busy for you, you hear?"

at your nod, she smiles, "would you allow me to keep holding you? you're still trembling so much,"

"i'm not ready to talk about it yet," you answer her unspoken question, "it was a stupid nightmare, i don't know why it's bthering me so much,"

"there's no need for you to explain your feelings to me now, try to go back to sleep, i'll ask for some of the workers to bring some blankets and sheets here,"

"i don't think i can fall asleep after that," you shudder.

"well then, what can i do for you that can help you now?"

"hmm," you think for a second before a lightbulb goes off in your head, "you know, i've always wanted to try dancing with you,"

ei's eyebrows shoot up, "have we never danced together before?"

"no, i don't think we have,"

"should we remedy that right now?"

"yes, i think we should,"

"very well," she shrugs before standing up and helping you do the same, "however, i must tell you that dancing is not a strength of mine,"

"that's alright, it's just us after all," you smile, "and it isn't mine either,"

so hand in hand, on waist and shoulder, you sway together in the middle of the wide, empty room. you giggle when she almost trips over her own feet and in that moment, the nightmares have long stopped plaguing you and lurking about in yor thoughts.

ei, on the other hand, felt her heart race faster and faster with every sound of joy that escaped your lips. yes, it was unbecoming of the archon of inazuma to act as she was in front a mere mortal, but you were granted the highest honor she could grant any mortal - you were her lover.

you were so focused on your feet and the way they were moving in a messy, unchoreographed dance, but ei was staring at you. your eyes and the joy in them, your lips pulled in a smile (cheeks probably starting to strain from how much you were smiling), how your body curved perfectly to fit in her hold, just, everything about you and the ways you made her feel. tummy turning and heart leaping, mind befuddled and cheeks warm. everything and anything acquainted with the form of love she had for you.

no music, just the sound of your feet on the matted floor, and you pull her into a kiss, "you were right," you say.

"hm?"

"it is safe in your arms."

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #ajax x reader #tartaglia x reader #diluc x reader #raiden x reader #raiden shogun x reader #ei x reader

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sandrayofsun · 8 months

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What Just Happened Pt. 1

Episode 9 of only friends is THAT BITCH!!!!!!!

I don't know if I can fit everything I want into one post but we're going to try. I'll go scene by scene and insert my thoughts and reactions, as always, all opinions are valid, this is just mine!

Also I didn't screenshot everything because I'm lazy, but I got what I thought was most important (hehe)

Let's begin!

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Starting off with Ray going to talk to Sand to clear things up after everything that went down at the party and Sand looking at him LIKE THIS^^ had my jaw on the floor and my nerves quaking

This whole conversation was tension filled from the moment that Ray walked into that music room. As much as people try to analyze Ray's and Sand's motivations, I'm a simple girl at heart, and I was honestly just kicking my feet and squealing because I live for angsty romance. The distance between them, the simmering anger, the love that bubbles underneath it all IS TOO MUCH FOR ME!!!!

I loved Sand's sarcasm, and the honestly it was a little out of pocket for Ray to go to Sand after everything and say that he "thinks" he understands his feelings more now. I too would've been like ok and???

This part had me in shambles because LOOK AT SAND'S FACE! The man he loves is a total dipshit but also the cutest thing alive (Khaotung privilege is real).

LOOK AT SAND WHEN RAY SHOVES HIM!!! I let out an actual scream because wtf was this like they have such insane chemistry I could feel it in my feet. Pushing each other away, but also not being able to stay away from each other. POETIC.

This was so chef's kiss I can't even begin to explain it. Like this is literally what people write about in books, being so desperate for someone that you kiss like you'll never get to kiss them again. I had to rewatch this like 18 times to get it through my head. (clearly because I've never had this LMAO)

This was then OBVIOUSLY interrupted because in what universe are they not interrupted lol. I will however say that I slightly agree with Top here because Mew and Ray haven't at all communicated on where they stand, but also it's implied that they're "together."

Overall this was an angry, desperate, HOT and important make-out for everyone involved.

moving on!

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Sand and Nick's Bestie Getaway was honestly one of the highlights of this episode for me. I think a big part of the plot of this show is how all of these "friends" are not actually very good friends to each other. So it is really heartwarming to see a healthy friendship between these two.

I honestly laughed a lot, and I like they're not part of the main friend group because it creates a good comparison.

(I'm treating everything in this part as "one scene")

I loved seeing Sand once again put his foot down. He is having fun with this bestie and he doesn't want to see Ray. TBH it was also just funny watching Ray get shut down but also get incredibly determined to find and see Sand.

This whole part made me laugh hahahah The face Ray makes when Sand hangs up on his is priceless.

We can only upload 30 images at a time, so part two is (here)

Bye!!

#only friends the series #only friends #only friends ep9 #firstkhao #sandray #topmew #forcebook #neomark #bostonnick #send help #slay sand #go nick #ok ray #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat

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ichabodjane · 2 years

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The Halbrand Theory of My Heart

(This was partly inspired by a suggestion in a post tag that I can no longer find so if it was you, please let me know so I can tag you here!)

So the popular theories for Halbrand's identity center on him being [Snake Hiss] or eventually becoming a [pterodactyl screech], basically that he's either already evil or will go that way. And these make sense for the dramatic potential.

HOWEVER

I would like to lay out an alternate, slightly more optimistic theory that is kinder to my tired heart: the Proto-Rohan Theory!

Obviously a lot of Rings of Power is about setting the stage for the events of LotR. We're already getting to see the basis of Hobbit culture with the Harfoots, the big human kingdoms with Elendil and fam, the Southlands becoming Mordor, etc. So it makes sense to have the Rohan forerunner in there, too. We all know this is not going to end well for the Southlands and that the Southlanders who haven't been captured are evacuating. The lore suggests a lot of them end up north of the mountains around Mordor, east of Mirkwood, which is made up of grassy plains that foster their horse-y culture. Much later on, Eorl the Young then leads them to the aid of Gondor and they get the land of Rohan to settle.

First off, we have musical cues. The music we hear for Halbrand and the Southlands prominently features the nycelharpa (aka Scandinavian keyed fiddle).

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Where else do we hear this? The original Rohan theme.

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From a production design standpoint, the architecture of the Southlands (thanks @screen-2022 for the still) is already looking pretty Rohan-esque:

Halbrand's armor, which we see here in the character poster, is red-brown leather-looking with "fish scale mail" style, much closer to the armor of the Rohirrim than what we see Numenoreans wearing, and the sword has the horse head pommel. (I know the armor and sword actually come from Numenor but it's about the look here).

We know from trailers we are in for some Halbrand Horse Riding + Spear Feats, also something we see from Rohirrim.

Also for comparison: Halbrand's Screaming Fighting Face:

vs Eomer's Screaming Fighting Face:

And of course, horse metaphors (thank you @bluetiefling for the gifset):

I rest my case.

In conclusion, it would make sense story-wise to show the beginnings both of the Dunedain kingdoms and Rohan since these are the main human cultures that appear later in LotR. It's a nice way to show the redemption of the human cultures that allied with Morgoth in the past. It doesn't necessarily mean Halbrand doesn't become one of the Nine. But it is a nicer theory for us poor, tired souls that would like to enjoy a normal human-level grey morality with a fun hot horse boy character instead of him being secretly evil. If that's your thing.

#halbrand #the rings of power #otp: bind yourself to me #the rings of power theory #like we all know how doomed the ship is #BUT WHAT IF THEY WERE JUST HAPPY FOR AWHILE AND THEN HIS PEOPLE BECAME ROHAN #what if we just did that #for me and my heart #rings of power spoilers #rohan #rohirrim #the southlands #Youtube #rop #trop #lotr: the rings of power #lotr: trop

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How do you think you would do at a party where you end up unbirthing people?

Kinks: unbirth, regression, exhibitionism

Going to answer both of these in one, since they seem so similar.

Feeling my cunt ache as I enter the crowded house, roomy and crammed with people chatting and moving to music. I didn't plan on feeling this way, but the motorcycle ride over had me shivering by the end of it. I know I'm going to walk out of here with my belly hanging below my knees. But regardless, I get some punch and wander around, looking for just the right target. A petite woman to start me off? A linebacker of a man? The soft, round curves of the person all too happy to show it off?

My question is answered for me when I'm hit with a godawful pickup line. I turn to see who delivered it, and it's a plastered woman with punch stains on her shirt. After the initial annoyance wears off, I look her up and down. Good structure, quite attractive. I notice the ring on her finger and smile. Perfect. Nothing like a little family drama. I lead her up the stairs and off into a cramped half-bath. Not much room to work, but I'll do what I can.

She's all over me in an instant, hands roaming up and down my sides and groping me. I prefer to take the lead, but this will do just fine. I have to get naked, anyway. With a little drunken fumbling, I get my shirt and bra off, followed quickly by my pants. At the rush of cold air, I feel a renewed burning in my stomach. I need her in me, now. As she turns to pull off her own clothes, I get my leverage from the sink and lift up, wedging my hot, dripping cunt over her head. Instantly, endorphins pour through my body, earning a moan so loud it can be heard over the music. My hips slowly envelop my daughter-to-be, powerful muscles pulling her in with each labored breath.

Her struggles grow more frantic and less effective as she gets deeper in. Legs flailing, hands pressing, mouth screaming. These brats just never learn, do they? As my cervix closes behind her feet, I fumble for my clothes. I should probably get out of here before things really get too out of hand. But the punch and the bliss from my new occupant have better ideas. Let's put on a show.

I swing open the door to the expectant partygoers, some of whom had need of the bathroom, and some who came to see the fun. On seeing my swollen, massive stomach, several people jump back. I just smile, letting my breasts hang as my pussy leaves a wet trail behind me. I waddle my way back downstairs, drawing the attention of the crowd. I spy a man looking wildly around, fidgeting with his ring. Perfect. Might want to reunite the lovebirds.

Who cares who sees? The cops won't believe them anyway, they were all too drunk. Maybe there was something else in the punch that made them see things. All I care about, as my arms force the man to his knees, is how good he's going to feel as he becomes my son. They won't remember anything, I know that. They'll be my beautiful children forever and ever~

The screams of the crowd pale in comparison to the ecstasy pouring from my mouth. Watch and listen, or you might get a new mama tonight.

#ub #reg #asks #/n #<anon tag #let-me-fill-you #glad i could provide~#sorry for the wait

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mischief-lies-and-stories · 7 months

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Loki Episode 5 Incoherent Thoughts

Spoilers for Loki episode 5. And also my fic, Scattered to the Wind, because holy shit.

My stomach hurts, guys

I've been texting my best friend about this upcoming episode all day. I'd say I was getting progressively more unhinged, but I definitely started out unhinged and fluctuated from there.

Oh my GOD the title is making me feel better already

Oh god never mind I'm scared again after the recap and the haunting intro music

FUCK THAT ONE TEAR ON LOKI'S FACE

SHIT WAIT DID HE TIME SLIP I BET HE TIME SLIPPED

NO HE WENT TO THE PIE ROOM ;.;

FUCK YES HE DID TIME SLIP

OH MONKEY FUCK

THE TIME SLIPS ARE SHORTER

OH MY GOD I'VE FOR SURE HAD A NIGHTMARE LIKE THIS WHERE EVERYTHING TURNS TO SPAGHETTI THAT'S HORRIFYING

NO NOT THE CLOCK TICKING

EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE IN CAPS THIS EP ISN'T IT

I'LL TELL YOU, THE SAME THING HAPPENED IN EP 5 OF LAST SEASON. I TOOK NOTES ALL IN CAPS TOO

YES CASEY'S IN JAIL I WAS FUCKING RIGHT PLEASE BE ALCATRAZ sorry spoilers for Scattered to the Wind

OH MY GOD WHO WAS RIGHT ABOUT FUCKING ALL OF THIS

WAS THAT A BOAT

I WAS FUCKING RIGHT I WAS FUCKING RIGHT I WAS FUCKING RIGHT

FUCK NOW PEOPLE ARE GONNA READ IT AND BE ALL "UM ACTUALLY IT WAS 1962 NOT 1935" AND IM GONNA BE ALL "UM ACTUALLY I FUCKING CALLED THIS ENTIRE THING SO STOW IT"

GUT US LIKE FISH

LOKI

OKAY I GOT THE NAME WRONG BUT LITERALLY EVERYTHING ELSE

YES MOBIUS GIMME

NO LAME FUCK OFF MARVEL

SIX YEARS OFF FOR B-15 I SWEAR TO GOD IF HER NAME IS ANN I'LL LOSE IT

WRONG PLACE BUT I UNDERSTAND. ACCENT, AND I PUT HER IN LONDON BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE WAS IN AMERICA

UGH SHE'S SO GOOD AND SHE'S A PEDIATRICIAN I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THAT TOO

BUT SHE'S IN NEW YORK IN 2012 WHAT MONTH IS IT BECAUSE SHE MIGHT KNOW LOKI

MOBIUS YES HOLY SHIT

DON FUCKING DON DO NOT GIVE ME YOUR LAST NAME PLEASE I MEAN I SHIP THORKI SO FANONICALLY I'LL BE FINE WITH IT BUT LIKE EVEN MARVEL WOULDN'T DO THAT RIGHT

NO NOT THE CHILDREN PLEASE LET THAT BE THE FICTIONAL PART

YES MIDWEST BUT WRONG STATE AND WAY WRONG YEAR [I! HAVE! THEORIES! THOUGH!]

MOBIUS HONEY SELL THE MAN A DIRT BIKE MORE JET SKIS FOR YOU

I'M CRYING ABOUT THE COMPARISON BETWEEN LOKI AND THE INFLATABLE GUY OH MY GOD THAT WAS PERFECT

That face was not good enough

Okay the slow walk and stare was perfect though

Wait I just remembered I screenshotted a bingo card for this episode specifically wait I'm gonna be a ball of anxiety and procrastinate and see if I got any squares yet I'll play it in a sec.

God Don is doing to Loki what Mobius did to OB in episode 1. Mo it's okay to tell someone you don't recognize them when they recognize you. It makes the interaction afterward way less awkward and a lot easier.

Fuck what's wrong with your son why doesn't he talk to his mom/dad/parent FUCK I HOPE HIS MOM DIDN'T JUST DIE THAT WOULD BE SO SHITTY

THAT LYING BITCH

THAT ASSHOLE IN THE LOKIUS TAG AFTER EPISODE ONE WHAT A LYING BITCH [No I have a thought though, and I'm sure someone else has had it by now.]

MOBIUS TALK TO YOUR KIDS HOLY FUCK OH MY GOD

WAIT

IF IT'S BILLY AND TOMMY I'LL FUCKING SCREAM

NO LOKI

OH MY GOD WAS I RIGHT ABOUT EVERYONE

RIGHT STATE WRONG TIME IF HE'S A PROFESSOR I'LL SHIT MYSELF

OH BABY MY DARLING

I LIKE THIS BETTER

AWW

SOMEHOW I LOVE HIM MORE

THE POSIT ITS. OB!!!!

IS THAT THE LOOM

THE LINES FROM THE TRAILER

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

IF SYLVIE'S IN BROXTON AND HAS FORGOTTEN SHE CAN DO MAGIC I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO DO

I SWEAR TO GOD YOU GUYS I DIDN'T WATCH THIS EPISODE UNTIL NOW WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

THIS IS SO WEIRD I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO

OH MY GOD IT'S NOT THE LOOM IT'S HIS WORKSHOP

HE'S STAYING SO LONG

OH MY GOD IS HIS REAL WHY GONNA BE BECAUSE HE LOVES MOBIUS? I'LL DIE

YES OB I WROTE THIS WE JUST TAKE BRAD OUT OF THE EQUATION AND I'M OKAY WITH THAT

SO I WAS GONNA SAY IRISH BOYS, KEVIN AND SEAN, BUT

BUT SEAN JUST ASKED FOR A DOG AND A SNAKE

THIS MAN IS AN ODIN VARIANT THE KIDS ARE LOKI AND THOR I DON'T LIKE THIS I DON'T LIKE IT HERE I WANT TO LEAVE

Baby Loki would have absolutely played with matches he stole

Baby Thor loves snakes

Take me back to before I was afraid of who Mobius was gonna be when I thought he was Theo and that was the end of it. Take me back even to when I thought he might be Loki but he was married so we might've actually gotten a Sigyn variant. Take me back to when I thought he might be Sigyn and his wife the Loki variant. Hell, take me back to an hour ago when I thought I was just gonna ship another version of thorki. This is a terrible theory.

Loki my god you are terrible at talking to your amnesiac love interest

MOBIUS I THOUGHT YOU SAID ON THE MARKET FOR A SECOND AND I FREAKED

MOBIUS OH MY GOD STOP TRYING TO SELL PEOPLE JET SKIS AND THOSE ARE YOURS

HE REMEMBERS WORD FOR WORD WHAT MOBIUS SAID

YOU GUYS I HAD TO LOOK THAT UP FOR THE FIC TO GET IT RIGHT AND HE RECITES IT WORD FOR FUCKING WORD OFF THE CUFF

AND THAT'S WHEN I STARTED CRYING

LOKI GIVE HIM HIS MEMORIES BEFORE HE CALLS THE COPS I HATE THIS

IT'S OKAY OB YOU'RE GONNA MEET CASEY SOON HOLY SHIT THOUGH I'D CALL 18 MONTHS FAST AND HOW DID YOU FIND HIM

THAT'S WHAT HE SAID TO SYLVIE

LOKI GIVE HIM HIS MEMORIES HE HAS CHILDREN WHO DON'T HAVE A MOM

You can MOVE the time doors??

LOKI GIVE HIM HIS MEMORIES

ALSO WHERE THE FUCK IS SYLVIE

SPACE NAME

OH MY GOD THERE SHE IS, IN BROXTON JUST LIKE I SAID

OKAY THANK GOD

OH MY GOD THERE'S BRAD

YES HE SAID IT HE WANTS HIS FRIENDS BACK HE HAS FRIENDS HE'S NEVER HAD FRIENDS AND NOW HE DOES I'M NOT CRYING I WASN'T CRYING TWO HOURS AGO WHEN I WAS SHOUTING HE HAS FRIENDS NOW IN MY CAR I'M NOT CRYING YOU ARE

I'M FUCKING BAWLING WHO AM I KIDDING

SYLVIE IT'S OKAY FOR HIM TO WANT FRIENDS IT'S OKAY FOR HIM TO HAVE FRIENDS THAT'S NOT SELFISH THAT'S BEING A PERSON

CASEY SHUT UP AND JUST FLIRT WITH HIM

LOKI NO DARLING

DUDE YOU SAID THAT LIKE YOU'RE SELLING HER DRUGS

SYLVIE

YEAH WHAT DID YOU THINK WAS GONNA HAPPEN GIRL

CASEY

OB NO

MOBIUS, B-15

SYLVIE

I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY DID THE FUCKING BLIP AGAIN

TIME LOOP FUCK THIS

FUCK NO FUCK THIS

NO NO

OH HE MEANT HIM OH THANK GOD I THOUGHT HE WAS ABOUT TO GO ALL SYLKI ON ME

LOKIIIIIIIIIIIII YESSSSSSSSSS <3

#loki #loki tv show #loki season 2 #sylvie laufeydottir #mobius m mobius #loki season 2 spoilers #loki 2x05 #holy shit what an episode #did not expect to get it THAT right in the fic though wow

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