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vcill · 1 year

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Heya 🫰🏻

Could I request something like "What the brothers would say to you to get you into the mood"?

I love your writing and am very curious about your ideas 👀

Thanks for requesting!

Lucifer:

He's the devil for a reason.

Would act the complete opposite then how he's usually does in bed.

If you have a praise kink, time to go crazy!!

Starts off innocent, probably asks you to sit on his lap and tell him about your day.

Will listen to every word, if you say you did well on test he'll tell you how proud he is to be able to be with someone so smart and pretty/handsome.

If it's the opposite, and you ended up failing, instead of one of his many lectures, he tells you it's okay and he'll give you extra help next time.

Slowly starts to rub your thigh or back as you continue giving you kisses here and there.

Hums in acknowledgment as you continue on about your day. Probably moves you from his desk towards his bed.

Lays you down on your stomach and will tells you it's a massage but the slick bastard won't say what kind.

You'll definitely find out once his cold his slip down in to your clothes and start toying with you .

Tells you to keep talking as he continues, if you asked what he's done the only response is: "Don't worry about it sweet thing, why don't you continue where you left off, hm?"

Next thing you know, he's pounding into you like there's no tomorrow while still making you tell him about your day, if you stop, he stops.

If you ended up not doing too well in the school day, its a slap on the ass for each thing that you told him.

Pretty much is just comforting then uses it against you.

This is pretty much one of the "softer" ways he gets you in the mood, even if you somehow don't catch on right away.

Mammon:

Once again, Mammon did something to get in trouble. If it wasn't with Lucifer, then probably the witches, or his brothers- maybe even Diavalo.

Regardless, this is probably the right time this week and it wasn't even Wednesday day.

Even Lucifer was shocked how much trouble the second one was being.

After another lecture, Mammon showed up to your room still in a pouty mood from earlier.

The least he wanted was another lecture, which is why before you could even start, he cut you off.

"How 'bout we make a deal, yeah?"

Now you know better then to make deals with him, considering all the other times he made one with that had you ended up being stuffed full and exhausted.

But if it could stop his behavior, then so be it.

For the next 7 days, he acted like an angel. Being nice to his brothers, paying off some debt. Even studying. (Everyone was shocked, even you)

But the real action was when he was with you.

"Ya like it when I'm a good boy, right?"

Acts so submissive and even asks and begs you to do things that he would never had done before.

"Promise I'll be good, I'll always be good for ya, I'm your little mambaby ain't I?"

If you're into it, he'll add a bit of mommy/daddy kink into the mix.

But of course with him m acting like this, how could you not want to treat him let me a good boy?

Always asks if you want him touch, lick , suck or bite a certain part of you, and when you say yes, you think you see Simeon in the purgatory hall.

Of course he totally wasn't trying to plan this. Totally.

Leviathan:

Roleplay all the way with this man.

I feel like this is the only time where he REALLY feels confident.

Starts off with something corny, probably from a video game like "The mighty prince Leviathan, has once again slain the dragon. Now to find the princess/princess!"

You'll be laying on his bed, striking a dramatic pose "Thank you thy knight! For saving me, you shall receive a special award."

"I am glad my great efforts receive such praise, I'll do my best to serve your highness"

Honestly you two being very silly and goofy but turned on nonetheless.

While giggling, he kissing your neck while le giving you a few special marks, calls them protection stamps. (IDK what to call them just something goofy 😭)

Puts you before him, will kiss every part of you and go down, while he does he describes every part of you in such great detail.

"Your majesty brings me such bliss."

"Will the knight let me sit on my throne?''

"You own everything in this kingdom my prince/princess, take what's yours."

The confidence surge in him would be so hot, he's making sure you are definitely treated as a royal should be. Maybe even more then Barbatos treats Diavolo.

Other roleplays could as be a masquerade ball where you two fuck as strangers but turns out you know each other all along.

Forbidden lovers, needing to stay quiet to not get caught.

Or as if you were trapped in a video game, and new to fuck to get out. (This one might actually happen knowing him).

He's a silly stinky otaku but we love him 💕

Satan:

A little similar to Levi.

Maybe after reading a spicy/romance book he gets into the mood.

Starts off quoting after certain books he's read to see if you remember.

When you repeat the other half correctly, he gets so turned on for some reason. If you don't remember he still will but not in the same way. (Sadistic and Satan both start with a S for a reason.)

Depending on if you answer, he'll continue on, the part he's reciting most likely from a smut.

"They lay there, with not a care in the world, unknowing of what the creature lurking might do."

Even if you are getting fucked mercilessly, you still have lines to say!!

"They moaned the creature fucking Them better then any human could."

(Spoiler alert: They love the monster 🤭)

If not roleplay, he'll have your read the book instead, making sure to exactly get to the spicy part.

While you read it aloud, he starts touching you. Slowly rubbing up and down your area, may even go down on you while you read it.

Better yet does the same thing you describe in the book. If the creature is throat fucking the MC, get prepared.

Every single position you also find yourself in, some of these you never knew even existed, but can't help but to moan like a fucking animal.

If the book had pictures, you would match it completely once you were done reading.

He'll continue reading until he gets to another smutty part, in which it's your turn to read.

And mostly likey get your brains fucked out. 👌🏾

Asmodeus:

Ooo boy

When is he not trying to turn you on?

Asmo has a very very high sex drive, which is obvious with how many past partners he's had.

Cause of this, y'all are pretty much fucking 24/7.

Isn't afraid to hide when he wants you, you could be sitting at the dinner table and he'll make direct eye contact while licking a spoon a little to lewdly.

Moans a little too hard when eating a dish and saying it's good. Leans over over gives you a bite too, making sure it gets on your cheek for him to lick away.

If you decide to tease him back, his horniness go up 100x.

After dinner pretend not to remember what happened at the dinner table and go to his room as normal only to get pinned to the wall in a second.

"Mc, I'm so hungry, maybe even hungrier then beel"

Go ahead and let him get that desert, extra cream too please!

Switches and you'll be sucking him off messily. drool and slobber everywhere and loud sucking noise filling the room.

"Mc, your so nasty I love it."

Cums on your face, with some getting on his torso, will look at you with the most innocent eyes and ask you to clean him up.

Whines so much whenever you ride him, gripping onto your hips hard, begging for you to go faster.

He'll sound like he just came out of a hentai, saying things that surprisingly, you only got to hear.

But never ever neglect him for too long, as bold as he is, he'll get even bolder.

In a meeting with Diavolo instead of being with him? Don't worry, he'll tell a good excuse on why you should be with him instead. Maybe even invites the demon prince.

(100% think he talks dirty to you in other languages, whatever language it is, is your choice!)

Beezlebub:

Innocent baby that doesn't realize he's a complete beast in bed. (He does a lil)

Food play doesn't always have to come in here, a lot of times it's whenever you guys are alone together.

Can be very blunt. Just makes eye contact with you and asks "Can I fuck you?"

Or if he wants to be more romantic, he'll get on his knees and rest on your thighs, purring against them. Leaves a few hickies too.

Sucks you off/eats you out always talking about how good you feel.

Now this is where food play can come in. Maybe gets some honey, chocolate syrup, icing. (Icing works best for clean-up imo.)

Licks and slurps it off so messily, moans in delight when he taste your cum in the mix.

"m'still hungry mc, spread it a little more, please?''

Pulls your legs as far as they can to keep licking down there, his tongue can also get longer as he please, so definitely hits all those spots.

When he puts his dick into you, it's a messy make out session. Left over syrup falling from both of your lips, drool dripping down your chins, beel has never felt so full before.

"Mc, you got something on your chest, don't worry, I'll get it for you."

He gets it all right, maybe even does a little bit of a deep clean too.

Tbh, all he needs to do is look at you with those pleading, seemingly innocent eyes and you'll be gone in seconds.

Belphegor:

Since he sleeps a lot, his sex drive won't be high but that doesn't mean he ain't needy.

Ironically, when you're the one sleeping, he's horny.

Can do dream manipulation imo. goes into whatever dream you're having and changes it up a bit to have him in there.

It's a weird one, you're back in the human world in your room about to take a nap, until Belphie comes from under it and grab onto your legs.

"You're not tired yet, are you?"

"It's not fair if you're sleeping and not me, help fall asleep too?"

Slowly you start to wake up as Belphie moves inside of you. Moaning into your ear. You're gonna help him, right?

While he thrusts, you mumble sleepy the words "I'll help you" over and over.

When you cum, he complains," it's not fair that I didn't get to cum yet, so why should you sleep?"

Overstimulates you like crazy, when you start to get a little loud he ask how is he supposed to fall asleep with all the noise.

If you're too quiet, he says he can't call asleep without a little noise in the room.

"m'getting tired, you go on top so I can rest."

Will sit back and seemingly fall asleep while you do the work bouncing up and down.

If you try to stop thinking he's sleep, he thrusts up telling you he isn't done yet and to continue.

"Belphie, I'm tried, can we please continue later?"

"We have school in the morning, mc. I can't go to school without sleep, can I?"

Younger sibling brattiness sure is kicking in right now.

"If you don't want to help anymore, I'll just get beel to help you."

Last time that happened, you couldn't even go to RAD in the morning, to tired and numb to walk.

So go ahead and help little Belphie sleep, okay? It's better when you both fall asleep anyway.

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talaok · 2 years

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Bad influence

Request: Can you make a Joe Quinn one where him and the reader have been together since 5 months of shooting season 4 and the reader had been in since the 1st but they met on set of 4 and when the premiere is there they act all goofy together and stuff and the cast gets asked if he are normaly like that which we are and we also get those questions? :) it doesnt make sense but it popped i my head.And when there are interviews for this sesson which they also do together they also act like that like never serious and stuff

Warnings:none

*I don’t know if this was exactly what you wanted,but I really tried and I hope you like it!*

"come on Joe, they're waiting!" "I know! It's these bloody shoes" he shouted from the other room. You were in front of the door, ready to go while he was still getting prepared. The driver had arrived ten minutes before and was waiting in front of the hotel. You rolled your eyes and exhaled dramatically. "I swear to god Joseph, if you make me late for the world premiere, I will kill you" you said marching towards him. "got it got it got it" he said hopping in order to get the shoe on. The technique somehow worked and he straightened up and looked at you with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry babe" You scowled at him "Let's go" you said exasperated reaching your hand out for him to take. He took a step towards you and took it, looking at you with his big brown eyes. "has anyone ever told you that you look really hot when you're angry?" he asked, putting his free arm around your back, and pulling you closer to him. You raised your eyebrows and looked at him amusingly "Yes, you. All the time" His lips twitched into a smug grin as he leaned down to kiss you briefly. "Well, it's true" he whispered against your lips. "Shall we go?"

This was the 4th premiere you were attending and it was so crazy to think about. You could still remember how scared you felt the first time. it was 2016 and this was your first big role, and even though the event was relatively small, since it was just the first season and no one knew about it yet, you remember how you froze in front of the photographers and managed to look like a scarecrow in all of the photos, not to mention how you panicked completely when you had to be interviewed and asked the reporter to repeat the initial question at least twice before finally answering. But you had gotten better throughout the years, now you knew how to pose, how to answer questions without giving too much away, and how to always look like you knew what you were doing, even when you didn't. So this time, it made sense to think that you would be completely at ease, but you weren't, you weren't because this time Joseph was gonna be there, and as much as you loved him, let's just say that he wasn't exactly the most well-behaved and serious celebrity. And that wouldn't have been that much of a problem, if it wasn't for the fact that he was also a bad influence on you. For the past two weeks, you had done many interviews to promote the new season, and, at first, you used to always get paired up with him since most of your scenes were together, but after about a week of being yelled at by both of your agents and at one point even by the production because you were never serious and never actually answered any of the questions, you got separated for good. But now you were gonna be together the whole night and only God knows what Joe could come up with.

The driver stopped right in front of the entrance and you could already hear all of the fan's screams. You had managed to arrive late and everyone was already in. Great, just great you thought as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath to mentally prepare yourself. You remained shocked as you opened them back up. You were alone in the car, Joe was nowhere to be seen. "What the fu-" you muttered to yourself, just as the car door opened and the sunlight momentarily blinded you. As your vision cleared you noticed who had opened the door and immediately shook your head disapprovingly but smiling, diverted. "Ms. Y/LN, they're waiting for you" Joe said with a formal tone, as he reached out his hand to help you out of the car. "Why thank you Mr. Quinn" you said, imitating his tone, and getting out of the car. Right in front of you was the red carpet and on both sides of it were bunches of screaming fans, yelling both of your names. You smiled nervously at him and he looked around "This looks fun" he said raising his eyebrows, clearly impressed by the amount of people he was looking at. "I know right?" you joked before starting down the carpet.

The autographs and photos part was always your favorite, you loved seeing how happy the fans were when you talked to them or hugged them. It was probably the best part of your job. Unfortunately, since you were late you couldn't spend that much time there and had to quickly get to the photograph's part.

The whole cast had to take individual photos, then some with everyone and ultimately everyone could take pictures with whoever they wanted. The first part was fairly easy. This year there was a panel with the series name as a background, so you positioned yourself in front of it and started posing until they told you you were good to go. You walked away to where the rest of the cast was standing. "Oh hey Y/N" Maya greeted you enthusiastically. "Hi!" you hugged her quickly. You said hi to everyone else and went back to Maya's side. Joe was getting his pictures taken and just as you looked at him you snorted and covered your mouth to stop yourself from laughing out loud. he was standing there . Not smiling, not posing, literally just standing there. he looked like he had no idea where he was and had just stumbled across the red carpet. Maya noticed your expression and gave you a puzzled look "I'm sorry it's just-" you snorted again "look at him" you nodded towards him. Maya chuckled softly "Yeah... men" You burst out laughing and Joe turned his head to look at you quizzically. You waved him off while still giggling and he got back to the photographers, who in the meantime had started yelling at him to look at them.

"We gotta take a picture together babe" you said excitedly as everyone went their way after the group photo. He licked his lips and smirked"Absolutely" he said sarcastically. You smiled widely, took his hand, and walked to the panel. He put his arm around your back and you did the same, posing in front of the photographers. "This is boring" he said after just a few seconds and you tilted your head and looked at him sternly "Whatever you have in mind I'm not doing it" you whispered. He raised his eyebrows and gave you a smug grin "I wanna pick you up". "See, that's exactly what I was talk-" you couldn't even finish the sentence as he bent down and with a hand on your back and one behind your legs swiftly picked you up, and in a matter of seconds you found yourself in his arms. You couldn't help but laugh as he grinned at you. "I knew you would have liked it"

before the actual showing of the first episode, the whole cast had to be interviewed in small groups and now it was your turn. You made your way on the stage and towards the two journalists, a man and a woman, while waving at the roaring audience, followed by Joe and Maya. "Welcome guys!" they greeted you as you all did the same. "This is very exciting, isn't it? this is the biggest premiere you had, so many people are here, waiting impatiently to see the new season, how does that feel?" "It feels great! we're very excited for you to see it, we worked hard on it and we hope you like it" Maya said, and as she finished, the interviewer looked at you and joe encouraging you to speak "Uhh... Yeah" Joe took the lead " I mean, yeah" he cleared his throat "Everything she said" he answered panicked, making you giggle softly. You looked at him amused and gave him a thumbs-up, making fun of him. He bit his lip to hold back a smile. "Great!" the male journalist spoke up. "How was the red carpet? There were so many fans this time! How did it feel, all of that love?" he asked "Well... it felt great. I always enjoy meeting all of them and this time, as you said there were so many and it was just extraordinary" you answered. "And Joseph, this is your first big premiere, how does it feel?" As he said his name, Joe widened his eyes, and you smiled at his reaction. "It feels" he paused and looked around "It feels... terrifying" he answered half-laughing. The journalists chuckled "Well at least Y/N is here with you, that must make it easier" he assumed "You would think that, wouldn't you? except for the fact that she was literally laughing at me before when they were taking my pictures" he looked accusatorily at you and you busted out laughing, turning around to hide. "Wait, Y/N, did you really?" the woman asked, clearly amused. You turned back around and tried to hold back a laugh as you saw Joe pretending to be angry at you. "Well yes" you began "But I can explain" "Yeah, sure you can" Joe commented, making you laugh softly again "It's just that the way he poses is really funny to me" you tried explaining. "Oh great, thanks a lot BABE, very supportive of you" you laughed again, this time with everyone else in the room. "Ok, ok, ok" the interviewer tried to get everyone focused again. "So tell us about this season. How was filming it and working all together again?" "Oh, it was great!" Maya answered "I really missed everyone and we just had so much fun on set, it was incredible" she finished "Yeah, it was really cool. It was really fun seeing everyone again and working with them, it felt like an eternity had gone by since we last did that, so it was just great." you said smiling. It was joseph's turn. "Well, I didn't know anyone so one day I just showed up on set and met them all and thought..."these people are awful, what did I get myself into?" And then I met Y/n and I was like "Oh no, this is gonna be hell, isn't it?" and then it was." he joked. "Oh yeah, same for me. I forgot about that, I met him and I immediately wanted to quit, but unfortunately, I had already signed the contract" You said raising your shoulders in sign of resignation. The interviewers both laughed and you smiled at each other. "Do you always get interviewed together? Because I'm starting to think it's not such a good idea" the man joked "Oh, you're kidding, but it's true." Maya said" I have been sent here literally just to babysit. The original plan was to send them together but then they actually thought about it and were like..no, that's not a good idea" she continued, making you laugh embarrassed "Well you're doing a terrible job Maya, let me tell you" Joe sarcastically said, making everyone laugh again. "ok, unfortunately, we need to wrap up. so, very quickly, describe season 4 in just three words. Maya, you go fist" "Scary... music and... sad" she answered it was your turn and you panicked. why couldn't they tell you the question before so that you could prepare them already? "Uhhh, vecna, funny and... gay" Everyone laughed "gay?" the woman asked confused You snorted "Yes, well at least to me" "ok... moving on, Joe?" "well I think Y/N is totally right so I'm gonna say...very much gay" You grinned at him"we're gonna get yelled at again, aren't we?"

You left the stage and Sadie, Priah and Caleb came on. You decided to stay back a moment to see how they did. "Welcome everyone" the woman said as they all greeted her. And just as they positioned themselves between the two interviewers, Priah's mic fell from her hand, "I'm sorry I'm very nervous" she said, as she retrieved it. "Oh, don't worry. Y/N and Joe were just here before you and I promise you you can't do worse than them" the woman reassured her "Yeah, that was really something... are they always like that?" the man asked curiously Caleb laughed "Oh god, I'm sorry you had to go through that. No, but yeah, they are always like that. Trust me, filming with them is always a fun experience"

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ladylooch · 2 months

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Oh can we see Timo and Emma's first time after the twins? Xx

It takes her a while to want Timo in that way again but it's oh so fluffy when she does

A/N: Let’s start active NHL Player AU day off with a bang, shall we?? 🤭

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Read more Timo and Emma here.

“Weeee!” Emma cheers loudly at the twins as she stands above them, snapping away for their four month picture.

For each of their babies, Em has diligently committed to taking a picture a month until their first birthday. She wants to remember every moment these babies were so tiny. Time is a thief of both memory and the childhoods of her children. This way, she will be able to flip through each of their books and reminisce on their milestones from the month. This month, both the twins have smiled, started to make noises back when they are spoken too, and have finally embraced tummy time.

“Baby, Hannah is here. You almost ready?” Timo pops in to the doorway. Emma looks over her shoulder at him, grinning at how gorgeous he looks. He is dressed in designer everything, but looks as fancy and understated as he aways does while he straps on his equally expensive watch. Her eyes linger on his wedding band, then she nods.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

Nico and Lexi are hosting a team party at their place just because. It’s been a long season and the team needs to let off some steam together. Emma helped Lexi plan everything from the decor, to the fun drinks, to the adults-only guest list. Emma may have pushed a littler harder for that than she would have in years past, but she really needs a break from her babies. Instead the Hischier girls and Meier babies are all collected at Timo and Emma’s with two nannies to look after them all.

Timo helps Emma up off the floor, taking her in while holding on to her left hand. She wears a tight fitting bodice top with flowy, see-through black sleeves. The material helps suck in the parts of her that are still a little loose while giving her heavy breasts the support they need tonight. On her feet are black, high-heeled boots that Timo picked up from Dior “just because”.

“Those jeans painted on?” He asks, moving his big hands around to grip her ass heartily in each hand. He leans down, nipping at her ear lob around his expensive diamond earring. When his teeth connect with her skin, Emma moans. It’s been so long since they have had each other. But anticipation floats in the air tonight. She feels ready both physically and emotionally.

“Pre-twin jeans too.”

“Oooo, baby look at you!” Timo grins. He grabs her hand, making her twirl. “You look great. You always do.” Emma’s cheeks blush at the compliment. Timo wouldn’t lie to her about that. He takes fashion too seriously to fib. “Let’s go.” He murmurs to her, kissing her lips delicately, careful of her fresh lipstick.

They each settle a twin in their respective sleep sacks, then put them into their cribs. The boys should be satisfied enough to fall asleep as is, but they know Hannah will check on them after they head out for the night. After quick goodbyes to their nieces, and smooches for their older babies, they head out, ready to walk down to the Hischiers, hand in hand. Several Devils players and their partners are already there. Emma and Timo immediately go to Lexi and Nico, announcing their presence. Emma asks if Lexi needs any help and, surprisingly, Lexi shoos her away.

“I am getting better at this hosting thing.” She poses dramatically with a tray of veggies and dip.

“You are.” Emma cheers her with a glass of wine. She gives her brother a quick smooch on the cheek, then goes to find where her husband wandered off to. He is with Jonas Siegenthaler and his wife, Heidi.

“Emma! It is so good to see you! I’ve been thinking of you.” Heidi greets her in Swiss German. Because of her high risk pregnancy and having newborns in the height of cold and flu season, Emma has been missing from all Devils games so far this season. She has missed the camaraderie of the girls more than she expected.

“Hey! That is so sweet! It’s great seeing you too. I feel like we are finally coming out of our newborn haze here.” Emma murmurs, giving her a hug. After she steps back, Timo hooks a finger into the belt loop of her jeans. He eases her back into him, letting her straddle his thigh where he is sitting on a barstool. Emma places her hand on the outside of his thigh. His fingers come to hers, folding them together there.

As Heidi talks to Emma, he leans forward and kisses Emma’s shoulder over her shirt. She can feel the slight dampness of his lips through her sheer sleeve. Goosebumps break out on Emma’s body and they don’t leave for hours. Not when her husband cannot keep his fingers off her body. They stroke and rube and press into her skin until she has worked her bottom lip into a puffy, swollen mess.

After grabbing another drink for her, Timo’s fingers go for another pass along her left hip. Emma can feel the flutter of her inner muscles. She presses her butt back into his lap, feeling the slight swell there. She looks over her shoulder at him. They don’t need to say anything to each other. He smirks slightly at her, then Emma pushes away, excusing herself to go to the bathroom. While everyone has been using the powder room on the main level, Emma goes downstairs to the guest bedroom that only is used by her and Nico’s parents. Her heartbeat dances wildling in her chest. She swallows, hearing Timo’s footsteps coming down the stairs. She turns as he walks into the room. He closes the door quietly then leans against it.

“Come here, pretty girl.” He murmurs, taking her in with adoring eyes.

Emma nibbles her bottom lip again, sighing as she flies towards her husband. He takes her into his arms, mouthes connecting immediately. They kiss, hot fiery laps of each other’s tongues as the need they haven’t expressed for each other in so long collapses in on them. It’s been so many months,Emma can’t even count them right now, not when Timo’s mouth feels this incredible on hers.

“You’re okay with this?” He asks, pulling away, looking deep into her eyes.

“Yeah. I need you, T. So bad.” Timo sighs, then smiles affectionately at his wife.

“Was worried you didn’t anymore.” He admits.

“It’s me, not you.” She assures.

“I know, babe.” He kisses her until she is quiet again. “We don’t need to talk about all of that right now. Just promise me you’re good and we can go.”

“I’m good. I really want this. I’m ready.” He lifts her by the back of her thighs, then lays her down on the guest bed.

With each line of freshly exposed skin, they rub their hands over each other. Emma traces the lines of the muscle groups in his upper body, spending extra time on his abdomen before she gets to the waistband of his jeans. She is topless, shirt long abandoned as Timo kisses along her breasts. He works his way down her stomach. Emma hesitates as he kisses over every stretch mark, old and new, from giving them their babies.

“I love you, Em.” He reminds her. “Every part of you. Thank you.” He lifts his gaze, making sure she is hearing and believing him. She nods. He undoes her jeans, helping her peel them off until she is left only in her panties. Timo’s hands practically shake as he takes them off next. Finally getting to have this part of her again has him close already. “I’m not gonna last long.” He admits to her. “Gonna have to get you close before we go.”

Timo kneels down on the carpet and slowly builds her up. His mouth presses soft kisses along her folds, encouraging her to relax into the bed and the feeling of his lips. Emma’s legs spread wider. Timo pins her thighs down like that, exposing her folds fully to him. Then he slurps her up like melting ice cream. Emma shudders under his tongue. Timo strokes her clit like embracing a familiar friend. His lips create a vacuum, sucking her throbbing bud up and into his mouth so he can take in every part of her. Emma hisses, arching up, losing track of where they are with each movement of his lips on her.

“Oh, right there. Oooooh my god.” Emma sighs.

She brings her arm up to her lips, sucking her flesh into her mouth to stifle her moans. A single finger plunges into her entrance, testing her. Then a second one slides in, encouraging her to gently stretch for him. His fingers curl up as he sucks hard, then weaves his tongue over her clit. Emma lifts slightly off the bed, then collapses back down as she comes hard on his lips. Her heavy moans and pants fill the room. Timo grins against her inner thigh. Then, he stands between her spread legs. She reaches for his thigh, helping him shove everything down until his hard cock springs free.

“Right in, baby.” He warns her, then strokes his red, weeping head through her folds once, gathering her orgasm on his tip before plunging in.

“Oh!” Emma sighs, ecstasy obvious in her tone and the way she pulls him deeper. Timo groans as her walls tighten around him. He leans his weight over her, thrusting gently in and out of her, getting her used to him again. She’s so wet- her pussy laps at his cock with each pump.

“Baby.” He sighs. One hand gathers her waist in his strong arm, up off the bed, as he fucks deeper into her. His other hand goes to hers, lacing their fingers together. Their foreheads stay connected, hot breaths melding together as Timo fucks his wife for the first time since they completed their family. “You feel so good, Em. My perfect girl. I love you so much. Thank you for this.” He moans against her mouth. He is close, so is she.

“Make me cum, T. Please. Again.” Her free hand goes to his back, clawing down between his shoulder blades as he angles deeper, adjusts her hips and fucking her into the mattress. He releases her hand, bringing his thumb to her clit and rolling it in tight circles. “Baby.” She grits her teeth. “Don’t stop. So good. Please, please, uh!” She throws her hand over her mouth and yells into it. The grip of her orgasm strips Timo of his own.

“Fuck!” He moans, plunging all the way in as he fills her full of him. His nose traces her neck. Then he begins to press soft kisses into her flushed skin. He wants to mark her up, leave purple marks for her to cover tomorrow morning. That wasn’t even close to enough. It barely soothed the burning ache in his cock for her. But this isn’t about him. As always, it’s about her. “Are you okay?” He asks, pulling away to see her face. Her eyes are closed, mouth open to suck in staccato breaths.

“Mhm.” She finally responds, then inhales deeply. He gently pulls out of her, watching her wince a bit. He rubs her hips through it. “I’m okay.” She repeats when she sees his concern. “Actually, I’m really great.” She laughs. “Nothing two orgasms couldn’t fix.” He chuckles.

“I can do that for you whenever. Wherever too.” He gestures to the room in a house that is not theirs.

“We should wash the sheets.” Emma murmurs. “Mom and dad are coming next week…”

“Emma.” Timo laughs as he falls next to her on the bed. His big frame falling shakes the bed.

“I can’t help it. I think of these things now cause I’m old.” She laughs, scratching her nails through the sides of his hair. He reaches over, putting his hand on her bare thigh. He still rests on his back next to her, pants halfway down his thighs, sweater lost on the floor, hand intimately on his wife. There is a whole party going on upstairs without them. They both know they’ll have to return soon to avoid much scrutiny. “Hey.” Emma whispers. Timo looks over at her.

“Hm?”

“I love you.” A tender smile stretches Timo’s lips.

“I love you way more.”

“I don’t want to fight tonight.” Emma teases him, rolling to her side, then smooching his lips. His hands come to rest on her bare ass. “So just let me win.”

“I let you win last time though.” He murmurs, pulling her onto his body so she rests completely along the front of him. Emma covers his lips with hers. They share three deep, long kisses that turn into wandering hands. “This is why I let you win.” He practically slurs at her, drunk off the taste and feel of her. “Can we leave soon?”

“No, I really want to stay out for awhile. That’s why I lured you here.” She kisses him again. “Now you’ll last longer.”

“No, now you’ve just awakened the beast.”

“Well, put him away for now. He can play with me later.”

Everything about her is so fucking sexy right now. She stretches her arms up above her head, pulling her breasts up high as she fluffs her hair back into perfect curls. She licks her lips, then runs two finger tips under her eye lids. While she freshens up on top of him, Timo’s hands stroll up to her ribs, holding her in place on him right where she is.

He wants to memorize her just like this- happy, healthy, and completely his.

#tm: loving & leaving #Timo Meier Smut #Timo Meier x OC #nhl imagine

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d4yl1ghts · 1 month

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ok so, i’m such a Peeta girlie so i’m honestly constantly daydreaming about him so i have so many writing ideas, but here’s my favorite idea from today, so modern au where Peeta and reader are teenagers and best friends (basically attached at the hip) and over the summer, they get like one of those crappy, cute kids camera with the bad quality and take photos documenting their summer. but over the summer, they start falling for each other. but they have moments like sneaking out at night to do either adorable stuff like watching the stars or random stuff like late night drives where they sit in the truck and talk while eating fast food. LIKE I NEED THIS SO BAD!!!! but please, i beg cause i love your writing-

summer love

peeta mellark x fem!reader

summary: it’s finally summer and so you can spend as much time with your best friend, peeta, as possible but what happens when you begin to catch feelings for him and he for you?

It was the first week of the summer holidays and today you had arranged to meet Peeta to go on a picnic in this gorgeous field by a river. As you walked over to a flat spot beside the river and placed a blanket and your food down, you failed to notice Peeta coming up behind you. He grabbed your sides and started tickling you. You screamed in response and then started laughing and hitting him.

“Look what I brought, Y/N.”, he showed off his polaroid camera. “That’s such a good idea! I love you so much!”, you stated as you hugged him. You meant this platonically right now, but in a few weeks everything would change. He began unpacking his food from his backpack. “Shall we take a photo?”, he offered. “Sure.”, you smiled and so did he as you heard the camera click. It automatically printed the pictures out.

As you were analysing the picture, you didn’t see Peeta sneak up behind you. He picked you up and threw you in the river and even had the guts to take a photo of you in the river. “Mellark, when I get you.”, you threatened. He ran away as you rung out your hair. Once he had returned, he decided to jump in anyway because he felt bad about pushing you in. He canon-balled in dramatically and you snapped a photo of him as he did so.

You eventually ate the food but you were still soaking wet.

That was one week ago, you were going to the mall with him now. You didn’t really need anything, nor did he but it’s always fun to wander around looking at all the shops. “Peeta!”, you yelled as you saw him walking along. “Hi, Y/N.”, he said smiling. The two of you pottered around until you found a cute coffee shop. “Let’s go in there, I’m hungry.”, you lead him in. You ordered a frappe and he ordered a hot chocolate. “This is delicious.”, he stated as you awaited your food. “Is hot chocolate your go-to drink, I swear you get that everytime?”, you asked. He chuckled and responded with a soft “yeah”.

You found a small table in the corner of the cafe and you placed your croissant on the table as Peeta placed his pain au chocolat. You bit into your croissant: “Peeta, this is no where near as nice as the stuff in your bakery.”, you mentioned. He took a bite out of his. “This is so good, just because I made some at the bakery doesn’t mean they’re nicer than this.”, he replied. “You’re being modest now, Peet.”

For another two hours, you plodded around the shops and every so often went into one. You went into a random small clothes shop and found a bright pink jacket for Peeta to wear. “Pose, Peeta.”, you said as he put it on. You took a photo of him. “Now you need to find a jacket.”, he stated. He walked all around the store searching for something appropriate. “Here.”, he returned. It was a mustard yellow glittery one. “Pose, Y/N.”, he repeated your words as he took your picture.

Today you were meant to be picking Peeta up to go for a night drive. It was currently midnight and so you drove to Peeta’s house. You gently knocked on his door. He answered the door with the camera in his hands and snacks in the other hand. You got back in your car as did he. “Should we get McDonalds as well?”, he asked. “Yeah, of course.”, you headed to the nearest one which was luckily only ten minutes away. You ordered a chicken burger and he ordered chicken nuggets and you both got chips obviously with a drink.

You finally arrived at your destination which was on the side of a secluded mountain which fortunately had a car park so you could park and there were no other people there. It would be so peaceful here. You opens the boot and set out some blankets and pillows for you to rest on. Peeta brought the food and things around. You wrapped yourself up in a blanket and Peeta copied your actions. “Picture?”, he questioned whilst holding the camera up. “Yes!”

You posed with a thumbs up and he smiled. “Look at the stars.”, Peeta mentioned. “They’re beautiful.”, he added. “I know.”, you responded. Peeta turned to look at you, opening his mouth but he didn’t say anything. He turned back to look at the stars. “This is so random, but do you remember when we were thirteen and you slipped on some water and fell down a whole flight of stairs.”, you giggled fondly. “How did you not get a concussion?”, you asked humorously. “I have no clue.”, he laughed with you.

“Do you remember when we had to run out of Starbucks because you accidentally broke the table when you put your food on it?”, he chuckled as he remembered it vividly. “There was something wrong with that table because I’m telling you that a packet of crisps wouldn’t break a whole table.”, you answered defensively.

The night went on like that, the both of you sharing fond memories with each other. You turned to Peeta to see him already looking at you. “Y/N, I think I love you.”, he said softly. “I love you too.”, you replied, thinking he meant platonically, you were secretly hoping he meant it in another way but you didn’t want to ruin your friendship. “No, no, I mean in a different way. I mean that I’m always looking at you when you enter a room, I can’t look away from you. You’re always on my mind. I can’t help it.”, he stated honestly.

You gazed at him in disbelief. “I love you like that too. Whenever I hear your voice in the corridors, I turn to look. You’re always on my mind.”, you said. You both slowly leaned in and you shared a gentle kiss that would show your blooming love for each other.

#peeta mellark #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark imagine #peeta mellark x you #peeta mellark x fem!reader #the hunger games #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games imagine #the hunger games x you #the hunger games x y/n #thg peeta #thg x reader #thg x you #thg fanfiction #fem!reader

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BREAKING: "YES, I'VE BEEN IN LOVE... ONCE" - ANYA OPENS UP AND GRACES COVER OF SOGUE MAGAZINE'S 150TH ANNIVERSARY ISSUE

Strike a pose! Covergirl Crown Princess Anya`stuns on the cover of Brindleton Sogue's special 150th anniversary issue.

The issue has been kept hush-hush until its release today. The swanky publication is currently celebrating its 150th anniversary, and what better way to mark such a milestone than to have the future Queen grace the cover... again. This is the second time that HRH has featured on the cover of the posh magazine.

The voluminous issue also includes wonderful new photos of the Crown Princess, taken in various picturesque locations around Brindleton. Her Royal Highness also very noticeably let down her natural curls and wore very few pieces of jewellery and minimal make-up for the feature. Crown Princess Anya's "stripped bare" hair and make-up are in stark contrast with the dramatic ballgowns she wore for the shoot.

Perhaps more importantly, however, Her Royal Highness sat down with the magazine's editor-in-chief for a very intimate conversation. The interview is said to be Anya's most honest and candid interview to date, and that's saying a lot, considering that the royals very rarely agree to be interviewed. The Crown Princess answered questions on her family, her work, and finding love. Snippets of the article are reproduced and translated below:

Your Royal Highness, for what seems like years now, there have been speculations on certain, shall we say, disagreements between you and some members of the Family. The... discord... has caused multiple speculations, and some would even argue that it has affected the public's trust on the monarchy. How are things now within the Family?

At the core of it all, we are a family - much like yours and everyone else's. Perhaps what sets my family apart is the fact that we live under constant scrutiny, and with that, the tiniest things are magnified to the point of being ridiculous.

Yes, there have been arguments, and yes there have been fights but at the end of the day, we all take a step back and remind ourselves that we are a family, and much importantly, we owe it to the people to ensure that the monarchy is in safe hands. We're good. We're solid. We're very much a team. I love my parents, and I love my siblings. It's not always as dramatic as everyone sets it out to be.

So I suppose it's safe to say that all is well with The Harvelles?

What exactly is "well?" *laughs* They seem very happy with their lives, and I'm quite content with mine. I wish them, to use your word, "well." Really, I do. They have a lovely little daughter, and I'm quite certain I'm the least of their worries. I'm sure they'd rather spend time with each other that concern themselves with what other people are saying about my relationship with them.

Speaking of, YRH, have you seen your niece? Have you met her?

Of course... during the odd family gatherings and dinners, when we all come over to the big house. I find it quite entertaining how everyone's painting me out to be the evil aunt. I think she's a darling little girl. And of course, I've met her, yes.

You're to take on a very massive challenge next year, vying for gold at the World Sports Festival. How are the preparations going?

I'd like to think it's going quite swimmingly, and I hope my coach doesn't disagree. *laughs* I won't be taking a leave of absence for training; I don't think the current workload allows it, but I do make sure to free up some time to get on the saddle. I love horses, and I've been riding since I was a child, so my training - gruelling as it may be on certain days - isn't really that much of a hardship for me. I enjoy it, really.

I also love training with the rest of the Brindleton Team. I've made lots of new friends and I'm very proud to see so many gifted young athletes represent our country.

It's been a while since you last completed professionally, what made you decide to compete again?

It's alway been a dream to bag the gold at the Festival and bring it home to Brindleton. So for me, it's now or never. I'm not getting any younger, and I realised that if I want to try and achieve that dream, I should get my act together and get back on the horse, figuratively and literally.

Since you brought it up, I hope you don't mind my asking, YRH, but there has been much speculation about your, shall I say, lack of prospects, and those write-ups came right after your birthday. Does that affect you in anyway?

When did I bring this up? *laughs* Ah, yes. I've heard about that. Mostly, I laugh it off. I know I'm no spring chicken *laughs* but these things... they can't be rushed, you know? Do I wish people would stop talking about my private life? Yes. Do I expect them to? No.

I know my place and I am very much aware that it's part of the job. This role, this life I'm born into... it's...well, I know what it entails. Let's just leave it at that.

Since I'm being so bold, I'll take my chances - have you ever been in love?

My, my. That is bold. They warned me about you. *laughs* Yes. Of course. Yes, I've been in love... once. But it was ages ago. It feels like a lifetime ago. It was beautiful and glorious, and most importantly, it was mine, ours. But you know, life happens, things change. You grow up. It is, however, something I look back very fondly on. I feel lucky to have experienced that.

And now? Are you looking for love?

No. Not actively anyway. I'd love to, but I can't afford to. And I promise you not every man who crosses my path fancies me. *laughs*

No, I... I believe things will fall into place when it's supposed to. Gosh, I sound like such a sap. *laughs* No... it's just that... I had it once... and you know, I grew up surrounded by love, by two people who are very much in love. So if it's not like what my mum and dad has, I don't want it.

That's fair enough.

Isn't it? I feel like that's a very small and reasonable demand. *laughs*

Finally, Your Royal Highness, What do you think shall be seen as your greatest legacy Crown Princess of Brindleton?

I really don't know. That's a very difficult question to answer, but if I were to free to hope, I hope it's my work with the youth. It's very important that we give our children, our teenagers - girls, especially - a fair and equal chance in life. And I'd like to think I've made an impact on that regard. I am very passionate about supporting children's well-being with a focus on their mental health, especially our teens because it's a very crucial point in one's life.

Don't you just love how Anya and her siblings call the palace "the big house"? And for once, it's refreshing to not speculate about something that our royals did or did not do! Case in point: Anya HAS met her niece, contrary to the ongoing rumour that she has been snubbing poor little Lady Ella.

However, we can't help but wonder who exactly was The Crown Princess' one true love? Could it be Mario? Or Dr. Greg? Maybe even tennis pro Sterling? But then again, she did mention that it was a while back... so it couldn't possible be her footballer ex. Curiouser and curiouser... Leave it to Anya to actually share her secrets and yet leave us wanting more!

The issue has been selling incredibly fast, and major retailers have already reportedly sold out. And it's no wonder! It's so rare that we get to hear directly from our royals (especially notoriously tight-lipped Anya), so this issue is, indeed, a must-have and a must-read for all royal fans out there!

#ts4 #theroyalsims #ts4 simblr #simblr #ts4 royals #ts4 royalty #ts4 royal family #ts4 royal story #ts4 royal legacy #anya

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Heyy! I saw you're taking requests rn, do you mind if I give it ago? :D

So recently, I've been really into the game Just Dance & I was thinking about how it would be like to play this game with Satoru. You can add solo dances from which they get competitive on who gets the most points or Satoru suggesting to play duo dances hehe.

Idk if I'm making sense, but feel free to do as you please, so no pressure! ^^ Let me know if I'm missing anything!

JUST DANCE

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: Fluff!

Synopsis: just two cuties dancing!

A/N: Honestly at first i didn't know the name of the game but that ended up with me watching just dance videos for like 45 mins😭 BUT THIS IS SO CUTE!! He would enjoy this so much. Also i hope you like this!

It was your rest day, mainly because you weren't assigned any missions today. You wonder who wanted to stress themselves more so you get rest but either way you were grateful.

Having nothing to do better today after being done with your daily routine, you decide to finally try out the game Just Dance since you were free enough. You turn on the tv, holding the remote in your hand, practicing the steps shown on the tv. Slowly but surely you were getting better since the steps were easy too.

You were busy doing your steps when you heard the latches being unlocked, sensing Satoru was the one unlocking the door, you paid it no mind.

"BAABE-" he dramatically dropped the bags he was carrying when he saw you and then the tv, dramatically gasping "How could YOU! dance all alone, without me!" He wiped his nonexistent tears sniffing "I do so much for you and YOU! decide to not include me in your fun activities. Thou shall be punished!!" He declares as he tackles you down to the couch, tickling you.

"I- IM SORRYY" you gasp through your laughter making him stop as he lays down on top of you caging you.

"Since I'm home early today, how about we BOTH have fun now?" He suggests enthusiastically as he gets the both of you on your feet.

The time soon passes as you both discuss and memorize the dances to your and each other's favorite songs as well. The takeout gojo brought for you both has gone cold and long forgotten about.

But the rumble from Gojo's stomach drags you both out of your trance causing you both to pause, breaking out in laughter. The feeling of exhaustion finally settles in as you both sit down on your couch, wiping the sweat off your forehead. None of you expected to play the game for this long but oh well you always seem to be losing the sense of time when you are accompanying each other.

"Well, princess, I guess our stomachs' demands have been growing, how about we eat up first?" Gojo asks as he clings onto you, cupping your cheek with one hand while the other wraps around your waist, bringing you closer to him before he presses his lips against yours. You return, smiling into the kiss before breaking apart and dragging him to the kitchen to finally have dinner.

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Ever since that day, you conduct a competition every time you're both free. Not only it helps you get better at dancing but you also get to enjoy the overly competitive Satoru who loves to dance extravagantly, popping his hips to every move and ending the dance with a perfect score and a unique pose that changes every time. Not just that but he's also your greatest hypeman, who loves watching you dance without even blinking, watching your body sway around smoothly. He gets competitive but his real victory is to watch your flawless form which does things to his brain and he wonders why he didn't bring up this game before.

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo imagine #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo headcanons #gojo x y/n #satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo fanfic #jjk x y/n

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I've lost track of what migraine day I'm on, but Trigun Book Club persists and so shall I.

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 13, Chapters 4-6 below.

Chapter 4: Black

Voiceover Narration: Little did Livio know, but both the hat and the cape provided him with a +10 bonus to strength in addition to the moral boost. Someday, he would open up the stat screen for both and discover this, and then he would weep grateful tears that those who had so little gave him so much.

Oh, Elendira's got her own stat boost outfit, I guess.

I love how much tone she has in her voice. Between her body language and the translation, she's just a very easy character to hear in your head.

Ok, this panel is badass.

Ooh, she actually landed a hit on him. Hasn't done that in a bit.

Why's she sizzling? Is it because she's on fire right now?

(Also, she might be in full badass mode, but goshdarnit, she better not seriously injure my Livio. He's important to me and needs to live!)

Aaaand we're back to Legato's monstrosity.

Dude. He has to save some for fighting Knives, dummy. He's not Gojo utilizing Limitless and being able to just go forever. He's going through his Last Run. There's a hard stop to his power and it's coming up quick.

Hahahahaha, these poor guards. Space ships are, like, history bordering on mythology nowadays. They'd be more mythological if their bones weren't scattered across the planet. Seeing an actual functioning one that came from actual space would be quite something.

That's RIGHT, Luida's the one in charge!

Vance? As in advance? I mean, I know it's an actual name, but it's not a very common one and Nightow really seems to like just making names up, anyway....

Ok, so... Knives has always been a bit OP, but what I'm gathering from the Earth Fleet presentation is that this is a bit ridiculous even by the standards of a culture used to Plants.

Ok, I already have questions about how they know about any particular individual. I'm guessing they gleaned a lot of relevant information out of the remnants of Domina, but yeah.

Goshdarn, of course they were hoping to find Vash....

Dramatic Legato pose!

Man, why'd he get so sweaty all of a sudden? That can't be comfortable.

Awww, Legato's little toy got wrecked. TBH, that looks more like Knives' work than Vash's... but that's only because it's hard to tell the curvature of the cut. Knives tends to do straight cuts while Vash destroys things in orbs.

Ugh, Vash might look badass, but he does not look good. Someone get him a sports drink or something to perk him up. Do Plants love electrolytes in this world?

I wonder who the other two were. Knives and pre-bagworm Legato?

Uh, oh. Guess who's back. You done threatened Livio too much, Elendira.

Chapter 5: Battle of the Mystics

Yeah, Raz doesn't fuck around....

It's weird seeing Raz with short hair. Like, Livio with short hair? Not as cool as if he'd cleaned it up but kept it long, but it was so uneven I get it. Raz with long hair and that undercut? Good for his level of chaos. Short-haired Raz? Just feels too restrained for him.

"Some dumbasses," huh? That's a rude (but perhaps not inaccurate) way to refer to Wolfwood and Vash.

I do appreciate how much more intense and unhinged Raz is compared to Livio. Even Elendira seems a bit taken aback by the mood switch in her opponent.

Oh, that's right. He's used to wielding full-out punishers rather than the double-fangs.

He's gonna burn through ammo so fast using them like that. It's a good thing the guns in this series have ammo in plot amounts.

LOL, Elendira is already sick of Razlo's shit.

Uh. That's a lot of nails. I don't like this. She's being mean to my boy.

Oh, gods. I'm not sure even he can survive this.

OH GOOD IT WASN'T REAL. Dammit, Nightow. Don't scare me like that.

Oof, he's still not in good shape. :/

Chapter 6: Tag-In A Person

I feel like... Livo and Razlo are gonna tag-team this fight somehow....

Mmm, seems like Raz can't deal with Elendira's bloodlust.

Elendira! He needed that leg!

Oof, tiny Wolfwood memory....

The way Elendira says this makes me think she has some experience being on the receiving end of this herself.

Look at him. Pumped full of nails again, but still going. He's a freaking machine.

Ok, I love how Nightow has used the dialog bubble to let us know that Livio is back in control here. It's a small thing, but excellent use of the medium.

I love this conversation between Livio and Razlo. It's Livio making peace with himself, with him recognizing his alter and... sort of validating Razlo's existence, I guess? That Razlo is him and isn't him, and that's ok, and they are part of a tandem structure?

Oooh, are they both fronting? Or... like... Livio's fronting, but Razlo's kinda there, too. I'm not sure how much that works with DID, but it's interesting from a narrative perspective.

Again, wonderful bit of paneling here.

Hahahaha, he didn't even bother to remove the nails. I realize this is a way of telling us that someone is a badass, but... like... having holes in your muscles and/or tendons seriously mucks with your range of motion. If you have a healing factor, get that shit out of the way so it can kick in. Otherwise, you're limiting yourself pretty severely. Like, he shouldn't be able to stretch out to his full wingspan with stuff popping through his back like that. Ok, I'll stop. I know I shouldn't expect realistic anatomical consequences in this series.

Wait, where's Vash? I'm worried about babygirl....

Heheheheh, backwards-firing gun trick shot. Again.

Oh, this is lovely. He's fighting right now with a balance neither side of him generally displays.

Ooh, he got a solid hit on her.

Heheheheheh, mind Razlo still has the mohawk. As he should.

Elendira's got her priorities straight. Kill first, ask questions later.

There's something very satisfying (and maybe very important) about Livio praising Razlo. Not just leaning on him when he's afraid, but honoring Razlo's skill and technique and complimenting him on it. Raz wanted so bad to be needed and to be praised, and now he's getting the praise from probably the person he needed it from the most.

Wait. Wait, is Razlo going somewhere??

What's coming next that's so bad that Raz isn't sure he can keep up with it??

Archive

Trigun Vol. 1: Covers + 1-3, 4, 5-6, 7-8, 9-10 || Vol. 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Vol. 1: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Vol. 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Vol. 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5, 6-7 || Vol. 5: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 6: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 7: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 8: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5 + Bonus || Vol. 9: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 10: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-8 || Vol. 11: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 12: Covers + 1-3, 4-6, 7-9 || Vol. 13: Covers + 1-3

Extra Credit: Trigun Vol. 1: Nebraska vs. Vash's Motivations, Vash's Loneliness, Vash's Depression (pt. 2 of post), Soupy Brains || Vol. 2: Coin Factoids || TriMax Vol. 1: Lina, Vash, and a Haircut || Meryl, Vash, and the Pursuit of Happiness || Vol. 5: Knives, Vash, and Hatred for Humanity || Vol. 6: Coping Series: Wolfwood, Meryl, Vash || Vol. 8: The Uncoordinated Counterattack || Vol. 9: Justice, Punishment, and Mercy, The Tolling of an Iron Bell || Vol. 10: Crucifixion Symbology (pt. 2 of post), Merging of Families, Being Childlike (And Why God Hates Chapel) || Vol. 11: New Hair, New Outlook

#livio's a good boy and i'm glad he's here #trigunbookclub #trigun maximum #volume 13 #pancake thoughts

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the-himawari · 1 year

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A3! Chigasaki Itaru - Translation [SR] Festival of Blooming (2/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Chikage: I didn’t see that one coming. If anything, I thought you were going to wear my suit.

Itaru: Honestly, I thought of that. But it kinda felt like I was running away, so I decided against it. Re-evaluate yourself as objectively as you can and thank me.

Chikage: Hm… I shall certainly see.

Itaru: Alright, I’m starting. “I’m home. I got souvenirs. Have some, all of you.” “English homework? Sure, I’ll check it in the morning.”

Chikage: (I suppose he’s starting off with me when I arrive home?)

Itaru: “All of them are so cute.” “I’m home. …Chigasaki left his clothes all over the place again. They’re in the way.”

Chikage: (And this is me when I return to our room?) (Well, I guess do I usually use my feet to move things out of the way like that.)

Itaru: “This? This is tonight’s late-night snack.” “Green curry, Szechuan-style mapo tofu bowl, nakji bokkeum, jambalaya…” “Tastes great. This could use a little more spice though. For this one… it has more kick to it than I thought. Maybe I’ll note this one down.”

Chikage: (I might record my impressions of the things I eat that way too.)

Itaru: “It doesn’t matter how much you frown at me, rest assured, I’m not going to give you any, Chigasaki.” …And scene. That’s been Chigasaki Itaru playing Utsuki Chikage. Thank you very much.

*claps*

Chikage: I’ll say, that wasn’t bad.

Itaru: Well, thanks.

Chikage: However, do I spout things like calling everyone cute, or talk about my impressions after I take each bite?

Itaru: That was a dramatization. You might not realize it yourself, but even if you don’t say it out loud, it shows on your face.

Chikage: …Does it really now?

Itaru: You don’t look very convinced. Guess you need more than that. Allow me to elaborate for you. First of all, you’re soft with the other members, especially the younger ones. But you’re strict and harsh to Hisoka and I. And on that note, your face at the office is totally different too. Your attitude changes depending on the other person.

Chikage: I don’t want to be told that by you who has an unshakable outer image.

Itaru: Yep. That’s the only similarity we have, you and I. I can be my natural self more in this room than anywhere else. That’s why I acted like you while you’re in our room, which I thought might be closer to your true self too.

Chikage: …I see.

Itaru: You look like you’re all neat and tidy, but you’re unexpectedly crude. You eat a lot, your eating habits are awful, and also… Your thoughts surprisingly show on your face. You didn’t realize that about yourself, did you?

Chikage: …Well, you might be right.

Itaru: So thank me and re-evaluate yourself.

Chikage: Alright. As thanks, I’ll treat you to Szechuan food tonight.

Itaru: As much as I appreciate the offer, I’ll have to pass. Anyways, I have to take the polaroid picture.

Chikage: Running away, I see?

Itaru: If we don’t submit one to Director-san, then our mission won’t be cleared. I’ll leave it to you.

Chikage: My, my…

Itaru: How about this sort of pose?

Chikage: Looks good to me. I’m taking it.

*click*

Itaru: Oh look, it’s basically you.

Chikage: It feels off though.

Itaru: It’s not close enough?

Chikage: That’s not what I meant. It feels way too unnerving seeing you in front of me with my clothes on.

Itaru: Well, I can’t argue with that. Ah, right, I forgot to use those.

Chikage: Those?

Itaru: New, super spicy chips I saw at the supermarket. I bought them thinking I’d use them for my role study. ‘Cept I gave up after literally 1 chip. Wanna try?

Chikage: Of course. …They taste great like usual.

Itaru: Says the guy with inhuman taste buds.

Chikage: Don’t talk about me like I’m some kind of monster.

Itaru: You can have those for a late-night snack if you want.

Chikage: Sure. I would be happy to take them off your hands.

Itaru: By the way… was I right about what I said?

Chikage: My thoughts on the snack?

Itaru: No, not that… That you’re the closest to your true self when you’re in our room. On a scale of 100, how many points would you give me?

Chikage: …Maybe around 76?

Itaru: Press X to doubt.

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sidhewrites · 5 months

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23! Everything is lovely! Kaz and Lucy get to go on a proper date, and we get some lovely halloween fun. Nothing goes wrong at the end of this chapter, don't even worry about it.

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For the next few days, I stand at my window, staring at the spot behind the church where I know Magnus's bones lay. I can't see it well from my vantage point, and I don't know what I'm looking for, but it doesn't matter. Nothing happens. Magnus is gone, sealed in a jar at the bottom of his grave -- hopefully for the rest of eternity.

Renfield is fine. Despite being pure white, and occasionally appearing to glow, he's back to his old self, snoring and purring and meeping in the hopes that I'd give him some cold cuts or catnip -- which I do anyway, since he's old and arthritic again, and deserves the best for however long he has left. I'm thinking of talking to Mr. Ngo about purchasing a plot in the cemetery for him. It's expensive and stupid, but I'd want him buried next to Lucy when he goes.

Lucy meanwhile, is getting stronger and stronger each day. Though she still can't exist in this world when the sun is up, she can occasionally manipulate physical objects and leave the cemetery for longer and longer before feeling weak.

She doesn't have any telekinesis just yet, which disappoints her more than she wants to let on, but I know exactly what that little pout means. For three hours straight, we sat in the graveyard together. I nursed my first cup of coffee slowly as she stared hard at the second, hoping to at least tip it over. In the end, though, nothing happened until I lifted it myself and drank it down.

"Mmmm," I said. "Ghost coffee." And then, because I was restless and stupid, I said, "You wanna go out with me? Like -- as a couple?"

She looks at me with her big brown eyes, and I think a bit of color rises in her pale face. "Oh?"

"Yeah. You know, maybe." I shrug. "There's this Halloween carnival-fest-thing in two days. You know, on actual Halloween. I thought it would be fun if I could take you out and show you the sights, and you could tell me the history of carnival games and food and stuff."

"Ah..." She hesitates, looking down at her gown -- the same one she's worn for 150 years.

"Don't worry about the costume. I'll wear something to match. Yeah?"

She looks up at me again, and smiles. "Yeah."

The sun is still high in the sky as the carnival opens up. Kids run around in costume, playing games to win stuffed animals or waiting in line for the rides. Black and orange bunting stretches over the streets leading into the picnic area just past the treeline of Sutton Regional Forest. [Describe the fun stuff]

I've never felt better. After a shower, and a serious nap, I don a black suit and tied a cape around my neck. "Bleh bleh bleh," I say to my reflection, striking a most dramatic and spooky vampire pose, before racing down to load up on caffeine. It's the last night Lucy will be able to leave the graveyard in a while, and I intend to make it perfect.

She's waiting for me at the edge of the graveyard, her black veil thrown over her face. She looks like a wraith in the afternoon light, and I glance down to see how sturdy she is. Despite appearing solid as anyone else, there's a slight translucence to the hem of her gown. I hope she's able to maintain a form in this world long enough to last until the costume parade if nothing else. Childish as it is, I want to walk down Main Street holding her hand, looking like a couple for all the world to see.

"What is this?" I say with my poor attempt at a Dracula voice. "An innocent maiden, so far from home at this hour of..." I glance up at the late afternoon sun. "Day?" My words are garbled around the plastic fangs in my mouth, and she laughs.

"You'll have to do better than that," she says. "I'm afraid it's not quite easy to suck my blood."

"Oh no?" I ask, and waggle my eyebrows. "Then I shall simply have to steal you away to my castle!" She giggles, and I strike another dramatic pose, before holding out the various things I've brought. "You ready?"

"I know what those are." She points at the two plastic jack-o-lantern buckets hanging from my wrist. "But I'm at a loss for the rest."

"Perfect. Sit down, let me learn you Halloween."

She raises an eyebrow, but does so, arranging herself prettily on the nearest bench. I dump my various things next to her and present them one by one -- a slap bracelet, glow-in-the-dark vampire fangs that somehow always taste like dental cement, a tiny knife that fills with blood if you squeeze the handle, and her favorite -- a little ghost key-chain makes ghost noises and ominous music whenever you press the button. It seems to take all her strength not to reach out and grab it, so I press the button a number of times, filling the air with ghostly wailing and organ music, as well as Lucy's laughing.

Finally, music starts echoing out from the fairgrounds in downtown, and I grin. "Come on. Let's go trick-or-treating."

Lucy sticks close to me, but I make sure to give the crowd a wide berth as we make our way to the fair grounds, leaving no chances of someone accidentally walking through her. I probably look crazy, laughing and talking to myself, but I don't care. Lucy is here, taking in the sights, awestruck and overjoyed at every little thing. We barely make it past the balloon arch before she stops to point out a feat of modern engineering -- the extension cord.

"These have always amazed me," she says. "Not only can you generate or harness electricity, but you can keep pushing it further and further away from the source. Isn't that amazing?"

It is. She is.

We make our way through the streets slowly, skirting around the carnival rides that have probably been in operation longer than I've been alive. Our first stop is a food stand, decorated in autumnal reds and oranges.

"Anything I can get for you two?" the worker asks, and Lucy looks at me in shocked delight.

I nod at her, having no explanation as to why he can see her, but not wanting to question a good thing. We find a bench a small ways away from the crowd.

"These have always looked so delicious," Lucy says, and watches closely as I take a bite. It's a little weird, but it's worth it to let her live the modern Halloween dream, vicariously or otherwise.

"They're amazing. I love them. I nearly ruined my braces one year because I got away from my parents and stole one from the booth."

"You're a veritable criminal. What's it taste like?"

"Well, I mean. It's a caramel apple. It's, uh..." I frown, trying to figure out if caramel would be different now than it used to be. It's just fancy, goopy sugar, right? Plus a load of high-fructose corn syrup, I guess. "It's sweet and gooey on the outside. You know, caramel. And the apple's sour underneath, and crunchy. It's two completely different things, but they come together into something awesome. Kind of like us." It's the cheesiest thing anyone has ever said in the history of the world, and I can't help but cringe as soon as it's out of my mouth.

But Lucy only laughs. "Just so."

Her dark eyes shine as she looks out at the fair. The Jack o lanterns grimacing, the kids running around and laughing. Electricity and music and fun. After I finish the apple, we just walk around, Lucy pointing out things she recognizes and giving me a brief history, or asking me about things she doesn't know. I list off no shortage of video game characters running past us, kids dressed up as heroes and monsters hyped up on sugar and fun. The last of the sun's rays dip behind the horizon, and the electric lights fill the world with a hundred different colors.

[Lucy is enamored with it all, westruck and almost alive in the warm carnival lights.]

She's so beautiful in the moment that I forget myself and reach out, thinking to tilt her face towards me and kiss her. Of course, the second my hand brushes against her chin, a bolt of frozen dread shoots down my spine, and I flinch back with a yelp.

Lucy looks over, trying and failing not to laugh as she apologizes.

"No, no, that was dumb of me. I forgot for a minute."

"What were you thinking? You know you can't touch me."

I shake off the heebie-jeebies, and shrug, keenly aware of how hot my face had suddenly become. "I was just thinking about how gorgeous you are when you get excited, and that I really wanted to kiss you."

A faint pink blooms across her cheeks, the only color in a sea of grayscale, and I grin like an idiot. "Come on," I say. "Let me take you trick-or-treating."

We follow a small crowd from shop-front to shop-front. Lucy grins, shouting Trick or Treat every time and watching our little pumpkin buckets fill up with candy bars and goodies. I put a vampire sticker on my bucket and show it off. We're acting like kids, but I don't care. It's fun, and she's laughing, and it's all I can do to stop myself from kissing her again and again and again.

Hours later, we've gone through a small maze of hay-bales, entered and lost a costume contest, and applauded as a flash mob performed a few dances in the middle of the food area. I took her to the row of carnival games next, featuring a mix of new games with basket balls and water guns, and, much to her delight, more traditional games. Lucy makes a beeline for the milk bottles, and tells me the rules even if I already know them.

"You want me to win you a prize? Go on, pick your favorite."

She beams, and looks over the rows of stuffed animals to win. "That one," she says, indicating a teddy bear dressed up like a vampire on the top row. It's at least two feet tall.

"As you wish," I say, and pay the nice man to play. I know the games are rigged, but I don't care. I'm too strong and too stubborn to do anything but make a show of winding up my first ball, and tossing it -- only to miss the pyramid of milk bottles entirely.

Lucy laughs.

"Right. Okay. Just warming up. This one's gonna do it, first try." I throw again, but it goes wide once more, hitting the back of the game booth with a soft thunk.

"Come on, Kaz. You've got this."

"I've got this," I say, with confidence I don't deserve. It's the last ball, and I close one eye, doing my best to focus on the target, and not the beautiful woman next to me bouncing on the balls of her feet, watching me with all the earnestness and support in the world.

I pull my arm back. I breathe out. I aim.

I throw.

And miss.

Lucy cheers uncertainly.

I play three more games, determined to get Lucy the vampire bear, but in the end, my biceps mean nothing when my aim is shit. I managed to hit one single bottle of the top of the pyramid, and win a little palm-sized Frankenstein instead. I pout when I take it, even if Lucy makes a show of cooing over it to make me feel better.

As it gets closer to midnight, we make our way to the outer limits of the fair now, walking together with the spoils of the night. Candy, stickers, key chains, and little Frankenstein. Lucy recounts the plot of the actual book to me, and I tell her about the various movies and how Boris Karloff basically shaped what we see as Frankenstein today.

It's cold out now. I shiver every now and then, but Lucy is untouched by the cold as always.

[sitting on a bench Somehow she hands something to Lucy, who feels brave enough to try touching something, only for it to not work.]

"Ah..." she hesitates, hand still outstretched as we look at the toy, sitting askew on the bench between us. It's a sad sight. "It seems the veil can only thin so far." There's such a forced lightness in her voice that I feel something tugging in my chest.

Nothing can ruin this night for her. Not even little toy Frankenstein. I pick him up and manipulate the doll into doing a silly little dance, while putting on a stupid voice and singing an old show tune.

When her laugh doesn't convince me, I reach out with my free hand to put it over hers. She may not be able to interact with the rest of the world, but I'll give her as much as I possibly can. But rather than phasing through and suffering from a bout of heebie-jeebies, my hand rests gently on top of hers. It's not quite solid, something fragile and barely there, but it's her hand, tangible and real. "Oh," I say.

"Oh," she agrees.

My face burns, and I look up to meet her gaze. Her brown eyes, nearly black in the low light, looking right back into mine.

My stomach twists in an anxious, hesitant joy as I start to lean forward. My heart leaps in my throat. Lucy leans forward as well, lips beginning to part. My stomach flips again.

My stomach twists into knots.

I turn away just before it turns itself inside out, and I vomit into the ground. Black bile splatters on my shoes, and the smell makes me heave all over again.

I look up miserably, thinking to make a joke about eating too much sugar -- but my mouth moves of its own free will, with words that aren't my own. "Well," it says. "It's about time I got a handle on things around here."

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sorcerersandskillusers · 6 months

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Here's an extract of an old fic I wrote years ago, writing Dazai was and is one of the most fun/hard things to do ever

Context: Atsushi just found Dazai floating in the ocean with a crab in his mouth there are other people there, but they don't matter for this part “Damn it, he got away.” He muttered as he crawled around franticly searching for something, until he came face to face with Atsushi’s legs.

“Atsushi-kun, fancy seeing you here. This must be the third time we’ve met like this, remind me to have Kunikida get you an ice-cream as a prize” his tone was friendly and perfectly normal as if he hadn’t just nearly drowned but was instead meeting a friend in a café.

“Dazai-san… I thought you’d stopped doing suicide attempts by yourself?” Atsushi said with a mixture of disapproval and resigned sadness in his voice

“Ugh, Atsushi you think I would try to pass on from this world all alone? You doubt my honour as a suicidal maniac? It breaks my heart to hear my own college say something so cold.” Dazai replied in an overly dramatic tone, completely ignoring the sudden shift in atmosphere.

Looking unconvinced, Atsushi sighed and asked, “then what were you doing in the ocean? Were you just ‘having a relaxing float’ again?

His tone clearly indicated that this kind of thing was not new to him, and probably happened more often than any of the others could have imagined.

“Ah…” Dazai said, a smile slowly creeping its way onto his face, “so you want to hear about my grand hunting mission.”

“Grand hunting mission!?”

“I shall call it”

‘Dazai Osamu Adventures!: The Terror Beneath The Harbour’

He then posed dramatically, which might have looked impressive… if he wasn’t still soaking wet and covered in bits of seaweed.

It all started at the office, I was studiously working on some reports for the president after having wrapped up my 3rd case of the day-

Studiously working? I don’t think i've seen you actually finish a report since I joined the agency, you always just give them to me to do

Do you want to hear the story or not? As I was saying. I sat at my desk when I overheard Kenji say something very interesting.

“The best food is always the food you kill and cook yourself; I remember when I made my first beef bowl from the cow, we’d been rearing that year, it was like heaven in my mouth.”

I was inspired, I wanted to taste that heaven myself. So, I decided to hunt down my own meal and cook it for the agency. Of course, I chose to hunt the most delicious creature in the whole world the king crab, so long had I enjoyed the canned crab from the supermarket, now I would finally feel the thrill all great crab hunters must feel to give us such an amazing food.

I don’t think that’s a real job-

I immediately started researching and quickly found that there was a perfect crab hunting spot not too far from the city, and after collecting my supplies, I set out on my great hunt. I walked to this spot and dived straight into the ocean.

After searching the dark, cold waters for a while, I was beginning to give up hope, but then I spotted it. A horned shell as red as blood and two claws that could tear through a tank with ease, my quarry was here, and I was ready to fight. I pulled out my weapons, (a crab fork and a knife I stole from the kitchen). And dove towards the beast, we clashed in an epic battle, steel against shell, claws against bandages. But in the end, he managed to disarm me.

I knew I stood no chance against such a mighty foe without a weapon, it was hopeless, I would have to abandon my mission and run.

But then…

Dazai’s voice rose to be even more dramatic as he slowly raised his hand to his chest.

I remembered my colleagues, how much trust and faith they put in me as the most respected detective at the agency. How many trials they had overcome for my sake, and I knew that couldn’t fail here. I would have my home cooked crab even if it cost my life.

I grabbed the crab's claws with my own hands, there we wrestled back and forth, neither willing to give in, two warriors locked in mortal combat. then I thought of you, Atsushi-kun my loyal and faithful student and like you decided to solve my problems by biting them-

Hey that’s not-

-AND so with my prey defeated, I triumphantly celebrated, which was interrupted when I remembered I hadn't taken a breath for 15 minutes and promptly passed out.

"And that's when you found me," Dazai finished with a smile.

This was from a chapter draft for my very first fanfic, it's crazy how much has happened since then. Since ill probably never update that fic again, I figured I'd share this with you guys.

(side note; It's weird how much this feels like a bsd wan, considering I wrote this before I knew what bsd wan was)

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gladdygirl18 · 18 days

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Mini little tickle story that happened last night

Shouldn't be too long this time I don't think

Blue me, Pink GF

So last night after my Gf, me, and our mutual friend got back from a show, my GF and I were up late at her place (she was editing videos) but before she did that she had some club work to do. I was there for moral support. She looked up at me before pulling me into a hug. She then started kissing my belly (indirectly tickling me) and omgggg it tickled so much 😆💖

Like I knew I was weak to raspberries but belly kisses are just as bad

After that when we got to her room, she tackled me on her bed and just started cuddling me 💖🥰 but I was a bit stuck underneath her tho 😅

"Oh no, I'm trapped~! Whatever shall I do?" *does the classic dramatic damsel in distress pose*

Ofc she takes that as the chance to start tickling me under my arm

"You left yourself vulnerable~" *goes for my belly* "I may not have long nails anymore, but I still have nails~" (she cut her nails recently so it doesn't tickle as bad but it still tickles)

After that, we cuddled for a bit and it was great 💖🫶🏾🥰 she then wanted (more so needed) to get up to do some video editing

"You want me to help you?"

*nods*

I lightly graze my fingers on her sides and she flinched so hard and started curling up into me. I then place hands on her sides and said "I'm gonna give you 3 seconds to get up."

Her breathing quickened and she was so tense. "1.... 2.... 2½... 2¾...... 2⅞......"

THE ANTICIPATION WAS EATING AT HER ALIVE OMGGGG IT WAS SOOOO FUCKING CUTTTTEEEE💖🤣🥰🫶🏾😆

When I finally tickled her, she let out a laugh before getting off me and out of bed

"Heh, now I know what gets you. The anticipation~ well I have a way to wake you up now"

Her response was 🖕🏼

After a while when she finished her video editing, she hopped into bed and climbed on top of me before kissing my neck, but in a very slow manner, causing me to whimper and giggle

"What was that you said about.... anticipation~?" This girl said this right in my ear OMGGGGGG 😆🤣💖🥰 WHILE STILL KISSING MY NECK

AHHHH I LOVE HER SOOOO MUUUUCHHHH 🥰😭💖💖😭😭🥰😆😆💖

And yeah that's that! Hope you enjoyed this one, and hopefully there will be more to come soon!

Also PSA: I will make an announcement about something important relating to me and my GF soon since this little series may come to a close soon

Tagging the fwends: @giggly-squiggily @sunstone-smiles @otomiyaa @lovelymessybubbly @jettorii @burningablaze @cutesmokes

#irl story #tickle tea stories

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ask-lord-morgarath · 7 months

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With an Air of Unbridled Entitlement

Greetings, plebians! It appears that some of my slavering subjects are completely unable to perform the simplest of tasks with the appropriate flair and gravitas. Take, for instance, the art of sitting- or should I say, lounging- upon a throne. Thus I, Lord Morgarath of the Mountains of Rain and Night, shall now grace you with a tutorial that might elevate your simple souls, if only for a fleeting moment, to a semblance of regal sophistication.

First and foremost, one must attire oneself in a manner befitting royalty. There is no room for tattered rags or shoddy attire on the seat of power. Don the finest silks, velvets, and furs- let your attire scream opulence. A crown, of course, or at the very least a well-coiffed hairdo, is essential.

Naturally, one must make a grand entrance. Approach the throne with an air of unbridled entitlement. Imagine you are a regal peacock displaying its plumage to a flock of dull, ordinary pigeons. Stride purposefully, with your chin held high and your cape billowing dramatically behind you.

Allow the anticipation to mount as you slowly, ever so slowly, approach the seat of your sovereignty. Your steps are to echo with the weight of your importance, and be sure to maintain a haughty expression that sends shivers down the spines of those fortunate enough to witness your majesty. Give your subjects a moment to marvel at your magnificence.

The descent onto the throne is crucial. You must do it with a flourish, as if you are descending from the heavens themselves. Lower your body while keeping your back straight. Now, with a seemingly careless gesture, flick your cape back and let it cascade down around you.

Cast a condescending gaze upon your courtiers. Make them feel your superiority with a mere glance. Your presence alone should speak volumes. You may also employ a variety of gestures to emphasize your dominance- a dismissive wave of the hand, a slow, imperious pointing of the finger, or a regal raise of the eyebrow can convey your royal displeasure or approval.

When addressing your subjects, lean forward with an air of authority. Rest your elbows on your knees, intertwine your fingers, and steeple them beneath your chin. You are the puppet master, and they are but your marionettes.

Should you wish to convey your disdain for the mundane affairs of your kingdom, drape one leg lazily over the throne's armrest. Your posture should suggest that you could not care less about the matters at hand, as you are far too important to be bothered with such trivialities. This pose, when executed properly, is a paragon of sinuous grace. I have used it many times myself to great effect.

In conclusion, my dear peasants, the art of lounging upon a throne is a delicate blend of ostentation and disregard for common decency. Follow these steps, and you may momentarily channel the elegance of true royalty. However, you would do well to remember that only those of noble birth, such as myself, can truly master this grandiose endeavor. Enjoy your feeble attempts at imitating greatness!

#lord morgarath's guide to everything #ask lord morgarath #baron morgarath #lord morgarath #ranger's apprentice #rangers apprentice #morgarath

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symphonic-scream · 11 months

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biting the bait. tell me abt okujima

Ohohoho yes I shall thank you good friend

So Incase anyone hasn't seen the other posts about this queer little au, Haru is a cis lesbian and Makoto is a trans lesbian and they're as married as people can be without the legal part.

Things weren't always so smooth for them though!

They met in highschool, they were in the same class. Makoto had been transferred to a school on the other end of the city to start fresh, and this was the first time she truly was. Makoto. They were friends for a good while before the feelings got too intense to hide, and well. We know how it turned out

Sae is fond of Haru immediately. How could she not be? A respectable girl that treats her little sister well? An automatic win in her books

Haru's father is, not as easily won over. He originally was trying to get Haru to marry Sugimura, and at first she was just, folding and following his wishes. But, eventually she learns to stand up for herself and comes out to her father

He. Doesn't understand it, not really, but he doesn't want to push his only daughter away. So. He's making steps to understand and accept her and her wife

Like, he gets a little lesbian flag pin he puts on his work blazer. To show his dedication to supporting his little girl even if he'll never really, get it. He doesn't have to. As long as she's happy, and living a healthy life, he can live with that

They had a mock ceremony! Since they didn't get legally married, they still wanted to have, the promises and the dancing and such so they had a little wedding. Haru wore a lilac dress, a hate with the vale, the bright red lipstick-

Makoto in a nice navy suit, the little lily and lilac in her pocket, the inside of her little vest being the trans flag, wearing her big stompy boots, treating their friends and family to an open bar-

And. They danced, a dramatic little waltz, to some song from a spy flick they watched on their first date, playing their parts as the undercover spy and the femme fatale, but it's broken by the goofy smiles Makoto can't hold back, the way Haru can't resist sneaking a smooch every now and then as they dip and swing around the room

Oh! And the mural on the side of their home and Haru's shop- Yusuke painted it! For the sketch, they had to do the pose for a while, but well. Haru was not complaining. Having her wife hold her all tender for that long was like a dream

#okujima #persona 5 au #this au needs a damn name already #the phantom queers

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blackknightax · 20 days

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Today let's add a final fantasy characters. So first let's discuss something about the ones we already have. They are both form the same video game, Final Fantasy 7. This makes sense, because, fun fact Final Fantasy 7 was actually the first Final Fantasy released to Europe. Because, I'm not sure why. I assume money is the reason because money is always the reason. So, I have a bit of a hot take...

Sephiroth, is the single, worst choice we could have gotten as the second Final Fantasy reprehensive. I would have said this if it were Tifa, Barret or even Cait Sith. In general, if had been another from 7, I would've said this. But Sephiroth especially feels that way to me. Maybe I just don't like Sephiroth...... Anyhow.

The legacy of Final Fantasy is kinda nuts. It's hard to say there isn't a person who hasn't played or watched someone play at least one Final Fantasy game. I've played 3, maybe 4. I've played final fantasy 4 on PS1 and DS, I played Final Fantasy 9, I've played and disliked 10 which I know is also a hot take but I won't expand on that, and I played a demo of Final Fantasy 14. I have only finished the DS version of 4 and I consider it my favorite but I ever finished 9 it would probably be my favorite, I love 9's mechanics. There are now 16 numbered games and countless spinoffs some of which are even still RPG's, and I didn't count the two sequel games and especially the remakes. It is so strange to me to get just, another 7 character, when the legacy of this franchise is bigger, so much bigger than Cloud or Sephiroth ever will be. So I want to acknowledge the franchise's legacy with my choice... Is what I would say if I wasn't instead being a stupid biased idiot man. I've chosesn, to be a fair a fan favorite.

Mr Kain Highwind! From Final Fantasy 4, he's a Dragoon who has always been a bit of a fan fave. He's one of mine too. Kain Highwind is a very important character to Final Fantasy 4 but it's a massive spoiler to say why. But he's also on the box art doing this same pose, it's why I chose this particular artwork. A very cool spear wielding character in armor. So let's move set shall we?

For the Neutral B he performs the spell haste and gains a temporary speed boost.

For the Up B he uses an ability that used to be his signature, Jump. He jumps up into the air, very high, I'm thinking like, all of Kirby's jumps high? i dunno. Either way he then falls dramatically down, doing massive damage upon landing. Maybe one of his main kill moves?

For the Side B he performs a thrust with his spear while lunging forward. It will do a bunch of hits as it makes contact with the enemy. No Special fall when using it in the air

For the Down B he holds up his spear and performs a basic counter attack. Based on the defend command.

Final Fantasy 4 is a fan favorite of the series and Kain is a fan favorite form that game. It's quite possible Kain is the second most popular party member in the series but I might be projecting... I also hold the opinion that I don't really like Cloud.

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therealnuclearplatypus · 1 year

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i just want everyone to know that this one is @shittygaypornmagazinedotcom 's fault, i just don't know how to say no to my spouse

He stared at the glinting bronze scales of the dragon. Objectively, he knew he wasn't going crazy. But he felt like he was.

A slight figure stood next to the dragon, patting its leg and yelling something up at it. Hazel had her hands over her mouth. She looked close to crying. Reyna looked livid, muttering curses under her breath. The crowd of Roman legionnaires had more or less dispersed, and Lavinia, as curious as ever, stayed behind. She turned to look at Frank, who was still staring at the small person near the dragon, and asked, "So that's the Leo guy who didn't really die?"

He nodded, numb. He was still very much confused. He'd seen his legion smack the living daylights out of Valdez, and his fingers were itching to do the same.

Finally, Leo turned and ran towards them, a grin on his face. A lump of emotions tossed and turned in Frank's chest, somersaulting and spinning. He couldn't name the feelings, but he knew they were there. He didn't know what to do with them.

As soon as Leo neared, Hazel threw herself at him, sobbing. She beat his chest weakly and cursed him. He smiled slightly and hugged her, whispering in her ear. She relented her grip on him, and Leo edged towards Reyna. Frank's fellow praetor didn't hesitate: she aimed a kick right at his crotch. While he yowled in pain, she grabbed him by the ear and started berating him in rapid Spanish.

"You have some nerve to just show up!" she shouted. "We've all been worried sick!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" he squeaked, squirming. She finally let go of him, and he stepped as far away from her as he could. "What is up with you people? I had just as rude a greeting as this back at Camp Half-Blood. I came to say hi, but I've also been sent to tell you something!"

Frank saw the urgent gleam in Leo's eyes as he said this. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good. Perhaps something to do with all the panic and frenzy surrounding the sun god of late? The lump in his chest grew.

Leo made eye contact with him and grinned. Frank felt funny.

"If I come next to you, Zhang, will you beat me up?" Leo posed the question jokingly, but saw the fear in his eyes. Was it because he thought Frank would seriously hurt him? Or maybe ...

Frank remembered Leo mentioning foster homes, many of them, jumping from one to the other in hopes of a home. Many were abusive. Leo hadn't really said this, but it had been implied. Frank could only imagine that this brought back memories of past beatings. As much as he wanted to slap him for the worry of the past months, was he really gonna stoop so low as to hit a boy who's only ever known abuse?

"Nah," Frank replied. "At least, not yet."

The look in the other boy's eyes eased and he skipped over next to Frank. He looked at him seriously and said, "I really do have a lot to tell you. It's been a crazy few months."

Fear gripped Frank suddenly. "Are — are you gonna go away again? We just got you back. We can't lose you again." I can't lose you again, he almost said.

Leo eyed him strangely. "Well, I'm not gonna stay here forever. I'll stay a while, though. I'm tired." He shot a look at Reyna. "Is that okay?"

All of Reyna's anger had evaporated, and she started to look incredibly guilty. "Of course you can," she reassured him hastily. She looked him up and down. "I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?"

Leo recognised the tone in her voice and grinned. "Oh, you've wounded me fatally! How shall I ever recover?" he claimed dramatically. Hazel laughed a little. Lavinia was still noting all the goings-on with a keen eye.

Reyna sighed at his dramatics. "I'm sorry, okay? We — we missed you, and we were really worried. You broke our hearts with that explosion, Valdez. We thought you really were a goner."

Leo rolled his eyes affectionately. "Apology accepted, especially since that's probably the only apology I'll ever get out of you in this lifetime. Who's this one?" he asked, looking at Lavinia.

"That's Lavinia," Hazel said.

"Want some gum?" Lavinia offered. Reyna looked ready to smack her own head repeatedly against a wall.

"Oh, sure," Leo said, taking some. He chewed it, smirking. "I like you."

"I like me, too," Lavinia replied. Leo laughed.

Frank didn't know what was happening to him. This intense ball of emotions was still rolling around inside him. He felt sick, he felt elated, he felt furious, he felt relieved. And he still wanted to punch Valdez.

"You said you have news to share?" Reyna said briskly. "Let's go to the Via Praetoria. We'll discuss everything there."

"Yes ma'am!" Leo said solemnly with a mock-salute. They started walking.

Leo fell back to walk beside Frank, who was still mulling things over. He shot him a grin. "You do want to smack me, don'tcha?"

"I both do and don't," Frank answered honestly. "I don't want to be just some other guy who hit you when you've just come back, but then again, I've lost my head worrying about you, so I feel like you deserve at least an itty-bitty slap."

Leo acknowledged this with a nod. "Then do it."

Frank shook his head. "No, no. I won't."

Leo held out his arm, waiting.

Finally, Frank couldn't help it. He pinched his forearm, just a little bit. Leo winced slightly and then burst out laughing. "Trust you to be the nicest one about it."

Frank didn't know what to say to that. He just smiled, reveling in the knowledge that Leo was back, Leo was alive and here, and walked on. The muddle of feelings only grew, but with Leo by his side, the confusion didn't feel so bad.

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