when the flashbacks happen lol

( the urge to just delete asks im not feeling is so high but at the same time the urge to answer them bc im that much of a stubborn ass bastard is biting into it. )

they drank too much and have now entered the drunken stupor stage (each gets their Nfsw moments, also fuck me benckmans so hot)

shanks, rayleigh, benn, sanji, ace

Rayleigh

a bit more coy than usual, laughs way more aswell as loves giving gentle smiles and looks at you.

hes kind of in the state between drunk and concious so he feels free although his head is swirling a little he looks perfectly fine

drags your chair closer to his with ease the calmest of smiles on his face as he does so whilst you blush

likes to cover his face when laughing , the odd numbing sensation feels pleasant to him but makes him look rather gentlemanly as he does.

kisses your hand while mid convo totally not caring if anyone's looking

also the guy to keep his hand on your thigh rubbing intimate circles and squeezing it while the person hes talking with is trying their hardest not to stare

drops back in his bed asking you to lay on top of him, hell play with your hair whilst staring into the celing

there's something about his gentle nature in this drunken stupor

kisses your temples if you tell him youre going for something

if you arrive late defenetley excuses himself to be the first to greet you

wakes up to greet the guys telling everyone the ladys still asleep

the nice guy who greets you with coffee as you stroll through in his shirt

he doesn't mind if you get touchy with him however he'd like to continue this behind closed doors

as close as they'd get he has a thing for leaving the door slightly open while he fucks you

his hips thusting agaisnt you as he guides his hands all over your back

after sex glow is inevitable with this guy he walks back with you hand in hand the two of yours necks littered with love bites all over

Benn

usually glum and taking no shit this man is open for more casual banter, throws curses every now and then, his look is mean but it means more than just a mad gaze, he's a bit of a horny drunk.

you might need to let him hold on to you as you make it back , he knows his liqour but he loves your company on the moving ship as you two stumble and laugh along the way.

the two of you rejoin the group while you're wearing his shirt your hair messy, him bare-chested as he goes around on his drunken munchies.

Oh you fucked allright

he looks hotter after sex there's something to it you're sure. could just be the way you keep imagining his body over yours, but no he definetley looks hotter

takes more liqour loves to do the cross hand shot with you.

also loves to take a shot and feed it to you though a kiss the liqour seeping in your mouth it trickles down the sides he licks it all up

the huband x wife combo of the evening more like the zooted parents wihtout a sense of privacy at times

kisses you when he sees someone staring at you, eyeing the bastard like hell

its a need for you to sit in his lap at times not just for making himself feel better but to know you're alright and in good company

cares not for policy loves to squeeze your hips watching you squirm as you hold onto his chest when he pulls you closer

Shanks

turns into a light goop

loves to talk your ear off about things

also loves to compliment you whispering in your ear about how pretty you look while his eyes are glued to your cleavage his breath hot and heavy his cheeks a bright crimson

remind him its a public setting and hell fix his unexistant tie falsley sobering up

the type of guy to wave and nod when someone asks how hes doing clearly not well with the way his eyes are rolling in the back of his head at times

thats just shanks

loves to pester the introverts, makes them open up

somehow starts a drinkning game purposefully losing

forget about getting him to bed he's the dude that's the only one up making himself cocktails at 5am whilst the music is roaring and everyone's passed out

you wake up from your own nap he greets you with a smile offering you a drink , fucking loves back hugs

the dude who suggests for the party to last another day

he's in for many quickies that night , bathroom someone's bedroom , closet, outside on the balcony, on the sofa while everyone's passed out phew his libido is high

but nothing will beat the warm sensation when he lays you down on the bed with care toppling over you, his red hair brushing over his eyes he looks at you with drunken love and admiration

Ace

a puppy seriously, the type of guy to walk around greeting everyone and hours later offering hugs for anyone willing to participate

remind him to drink water because he won't , his hangovers are an absolute horror show you'll need to take care of him for the next following day

life of the party at some point doing the most absurd shit with his fire loves creating a show

waits for your rescue as he's over his limit

when you hoist him up drools over you a lot

hes dead meat by the time he reaches the bed slurring for you to come join

if he drank water hes fresh as a pickle annoying everyone else whos got a hangover

if he didnt no chores no work nothing zilch

whitebeard makes an appearance for the groggy boy showing up with some much needed food like an auntie at thanksgiving

rub his hair please he says it makes him feel better

you have to make him take a bath after one he comes out with new energy shining skin and hair mans looks like a million bucks

drops on the bed playfully wastes no time to push you in aswell

leaves kisses, somehow horny from the whole aftercare act

while established he wont last long during drunk sex, it's the hand-jobs that do it for him, he's absolutely tongue tied watching your hands run down his shaft mouth kissing and licking all over his tip

cum's more than usual, walks out with a mad blush while fastening his belt you come out seconds later pretending nothing happened

Sanji

oh my little duckling

he's coy like Rayleigh though his blush is far worse his actions are way sweeter than when he's sober

he offers food a warm hand on your thigh, loves to go for a smoke break while he traps you under him his head on yours, the two of you exchange the smoke under the nights sky

an absolute sucker for affection from you

might get along with zoro

he's warm and soft towards you while trying to keep chopper from being the confused kid of the party, ends up shirtless in an odd hawaii type shirt

gets wrapped in random things people give him

dancer absolute dancer

loves to twirl you to slow songs sweeping you off your feet

close and intimate afterwards, his hands on your hips while yours are on his shoulders

foreheads touching is a must

always asks for you to light his cigarette, not that he can't himself he just likes the sparkle in your eyes when you light it

hes stuck between giving and recieving

hell do everything to eat you out that night just to make sure you're feeling good, he'll worry about himself later when he's not stuck between your thighs marking the supple skin there

he loves it when you ride him , your chest bouncing right before his eyes he cant help to hug you while he keeps pumping inside of you

tug his hair a little watch him moan at the sensation

my sweet boy ⟶ rafe cameron x gn!reader

REQUEST: "Hi I love your writing !! I was wondering if you could do an obx imagine where the reader is on her period and Rafe takes care of her and it’s just super fluffy 🥺 thank you 💗"

A/N: ofc anon!! sorry for such the late response :(

SUMMARY: rafe taking care of you on your period

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: mentions of blood, mentions of periods, mentions of pain medications, swearing

WORD COUNT: 1.0k

(gn = gender neutral) not edited!!

lower case intended

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AS the bright early sun rolls into outerbanks, you feel your boyfriends soft breathing underneath your head. his chest slowly rising and falling every couple of seconds.

you groggily roll over and rub your eyes before snuggling your face into the blanket and trying to go back to sleep. as you start to doze off you get a weird pit in the bottom of your stomach. your eyes widen and you sit up straight wihtout waking rafe up.

you slide out of bed and feel the blood leaking out of your uterus drop. you gulp and pull back the blanket, noticing a partially dry yet still damp blood spot on your boyfriends light grey bedsheets.

"fuck!" you whisper shout, before grabbing a tampon and new underwear before walking towards his bathroom. as you go to close the door you slightly trip on the air, as one does in the morning, and loudly slam the door behind you, causing rafe to jump up out of his sleep. you, not realizing you awoke your boyfriend, continues to try to clean yourself up.

"baby?" you hear rafe yawn before gently knocking on the door, "you okay?" you let out a frustrated sigh as your flow is super heavy and just everywhere on you.

"im fine." you let out sharply, continuing to clean yourself before your cramps hit you right in the lower abdomen, "shit."

"is it okay if i come in?" he asks softly, leaning against the door and resting his ear against the wood. you give up and sigh, lowering your head in defeat, "yes." rafe opens the door quietly, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion when he sees you covered in blood and crouched over in pain.

"you okay, baby?" he groggily asks, rubbing his left eye with his knuckle before stepping over to you and placing a kiss to your forehead.

"no," you sigh, "i woke up with my period and it decided to be really heavy today. im covered in blood and my cramps are killing me and i just feel like absolute death."

he shakes his head jokingly and runs his hand through your hair, "it's okay. i can wash the sheets and get the blood out. why dont you get in a hot bath?" you nod and stare at the floor.

"baby, im not mad about the bed sheets. i promise, just try to relax, okay?" he asks gently, kneeling in front of you and placing his hand on your knee and squeezing softly.

"come on," he says tiredly, grabbing some of your leftover period wipes and setting them beside you on the counter before gently grabbing the sides of your panties and pj shorts and sliding them off your legs.

"clean yourself up as much as you can and i will be right back." he steps out of the bathroom and digs through your purse, looking for your pain meds and a bottle of water before walking back in towards you.

"here, baby." he smiles, kissing the top of your head before stepping out again. you take two of the pain meds and clean yourself up before standing up and flushing. rafe comes back in with your phone, playing a playlist of your favorite songs. he sets your phone down and gently grabs the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head and setting it on the sink.

he starts the water for you, checks the temperature, and reaches his hand out to help you step into the bathtub. "okay. im going to take the sheets and your bloody clothes down and start them in the wash. i will be right back, okay?" you smile and nod before he grabs your shirt and walks out.

as you lay in the hot water with your eyes closed, you start to doze off, the fatigue hitting you quite quickly. rafe shuffles back in with a towel and some new fresh clothes, his to be exact. "okay, love, i brought you one of my shirts and a pair of my boxers that are loose on the stomach so they wont hurt your stomach more."

you smile with your eyes closed and blow him a kiss, "thank you, baby." he smiles back at you and walks out doing god knows what. 15 minutes later, he stumbles in.

"you done, baby?" he asks while he grabs the fresh towel and unfolds it. you nod and stand up, carefully stepping out of the tub before letting it drain. he holds out the towel before gently wrapping it around you. he dries you off completely, squeezing the water out of your hair. he hands you a tampon and a panty liner so you don't leak and leaves you to it by turning around and facing the wall.

"you dont have to look away, baby." you chuckle as you grab the boxers and put the panty liner on before using the tampon. "i know, i just didn't want to make you uncomfortable." you softly laugh before poking his back. "im all done, can you hand me your boxers?"

he grabs his boxers and turns around before softly lifting one leg up at a time and sliding the boxers onto your legs. he grabs your hands and helps you stand up before he reaches down and grabs the hem of his boxers, pulling them up for you. he grabs his shirt, which is oversized on you, and slides it over your head and gently puts your arms through.

he grabs your brush off his counter and brushes out your hair. as he stands infront of you, he quickly leans down and pecks your nose, every couple of seconds while he finishes brushing your hair.

"'okay, baby. i have a heating pad plugged in for you, chocolate, i didn't know which kind so i brought up all three, and i have the tv ready for whatever you wanna watch." you smile brightly, bringing your hands up to his cheeks and passionately kissing him.

"i fucking love you." you whisper, face inches from his.

"well, i love you too, baby." he leans in for another kiss and pecks your nose before grabbing your phone, pausing your music and lacing his hand in yours and carefully dragging you out of the bathroom.

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Unfortunately, my short term memory is Bad and I don't remember if I already asked the first one, if I did, just ignore it.

A Thousand Words - "Don't matter if you're bi it will get you anyway"

For Want of a Nail - "Take a Seat" if the "no pants allowed in the studio rule" didn't exist

For Want of a Nail - "Should I sink or swim or simply disappear?" if Tommi hadn't overheard Aleksi + Niko talking?

The Million Dollar Question - "The four times Aleksi comes out". off-screen events? okay, did Aleksi go and find Miko later on at the party to take him home or did he leave another guy hanging and then complain to Joonas about it the next day like "can you BELIEVE Joel's done it AGAIN? to ME this time??"

1. A photoset for Don’t matter if you’re bi it will get you anyway:

It's part of the scrapbook Joonas has gifted Aleksi when they became friends and Aleksi is slowly filling it in<3

2. Change of minor detail for Please take a seat:

as it was summer I would say Aleksi would still have worn shorts, I’m not sure if it would have made a big difference because you can still see his thighs and legs like that

and you know, Aleksi sitting there with his legs widely parted...nice picture😳

maybe he would be a little more teasing after realizing what Joel was so hung up on

like accidentally spilling his drink on his pants and going “oh well, it’s hot anyways, you don’t mind if I go without?”

just generally being a little shit as always to Joel’s equal delight and suffering

and the rest would be the same

3. Change of minor detail for Should I sink or swim or simply disappear?:

now you’re making it hard on me because it already took me ages to decide how I could incorporate Tommi

because I didn’t see Aleksi just telling him and them having a heart to heart

and since I don’t know Tommi at all I can’t judge if you would have deep conversations with him although he does emit the calmness for it

maybe Aleksi doesn’t even come around to do it at all before his breakdown

and it’s only when Joonas gathers the guys to form a plan to get Aleksi help that they fill Tommi in

and I don’t think he would be mad to be the last one to know or to have been left out in some way

for me anyways he’s the silent pillar without big words but a steady presence for when you need it

4. Random question for The four times Aleksi comes out:

I would say yes, he did find Mirko again later and brought him home and had  a great night but not wihtout Mirko teasing him with protective Joel😄

and then the day after he chats with Joonas and tells him amused how Joel has done it again and sheepishly admits that Joonas and he had the same guy

maybe they gossip a bit more about Joel

and Mirko of course, and other guys and experiences and the likes

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭)

Hello! As this event takes place, requests will be closed since juggling both will be a little tiring! 

-> Thanks: Thank you guys for 100 follows! I’m glad my writing is something others can enjoy, and I’ll keep on doing my best to both improve, and deliver. 

Event: 

-> Song-Fic/ Song Lyric Event: There are forty five prompts with different song lyrics! Some angst, and others fluff, but all revolve around romance~

->Each fic will revolve around the lyric specifically, or the entire song!

->Eg of fic with just the lyric (specifcially): I may use the lyric as a line you, or another character would say, it might pop up when needed, and etc. A fic example would be: “Before You Go” (Nanami Kento x fem!/reader). 

->Eg of fic with entire song: Basically a song-fic

->Eg of fic wihtout lyrics in it: I present the lyrical prompt at the beginning of the fic, and write w/o needing to use it as an actual line, or anything else. 

->Whichever is found fitting, will be used!! ^^

->Either way, the fic will be written about that lyrical prompt!! :))

Rules: (A must)

This event is one for (fem!xreader) x (<inserted male reader>) 

He needs to be a character from one of the five fandoms I write for! 

Jjk, Mha, Haikyuu, Aot, and Demon Slayer

If your guy isn’t on the list, by all means, request and I’ll tell you if I feel like I can write for him!! ^^

-> Link to the M.list <-

This is a non-nsfw event, and topics over 18+ aren’t allowed!! 

You can only request one character per prompt, unless, the prompt calls for two! (Even then, you can choose to only ask for one) 

My rules still apply for this event, if you would like specifics, please do ask, or look through the rules post! 

-> Rules <-

Key: 

Angst

Fluff 

You can request more than one character (max would be two) = ☆

Prompts: 

"What if I said I'm sorry, what if I made a scene? Wouldn't that make you mine again, you're all I'll ever need," -What If I Said I'm Sorry (Caliber)

"You won and she chose you, and she loved you, and she's gone…" -Its Over Isn't It? (DeeDee Magno Hall) ☆

"She's a she's a lady, and I am just a boy without a line," -Line without a hook (Ricky Montgomery) 

"Knew I was falling when I looked inside your eyes, and you said…'I know you are but what am I?" -What Am I? (Why don't we)

"I need a man who loves me like my Father loves my mom," -Like My father (Jax)

"You make my heart beat faster than adrenaline, you kiss away the pain of all the hell I’m in," -Medicine (James Arthur) 

"It's always one step forward, and three steps back. I'm the love of your life until I make you mad," -One step forward, and three steps back (Olivia Rodrigo) 

"Let's write our story, and let's sing our song. Let's hang our pictures on the wall," -Memories (Shawn Mendes) 

"Maybe you and I have history, but I don't think you know me. Have we met before?" -Have we met before (Eric Nam, Sarah Barrios) 

"Hey baby won't you look my way, I can be your new addiction~" -Everybody Talks (Neon Trees)

"She gets the flowers...right? The post made about her. A love that is perfect, a love I deserved, yeah. A love that I gave,” - She Gets the flowers (Betch MCcarthy) 

“I just heard you found the one you’ve been looking, that you’ve been looking for. I wish I would’ve known it wasn’t me,” -We Don’t Talk Anymore (Charlie Puth) 

“Even when we go through changes, even when we’re old. Remember that I told you I’d find my way back home,” -Way Back Home (SHUAN) 

“You say that it’s all just a blur, but I see you kissing her. No no, you gotta go, go, and I’ll be just fine without you,” -Goodbye Boy (Peg Parnivek)   

“You say that I'm too insecure, you want me to be someone else, but if I'm not the one you want...Just go ahead and walk right out the door,” -Who I am (NIve) 

“She’s In The Rain, you want to hurt yourself I’ll stay with you. You want to make yourself go through the pain. It’s better to be held than holding on,” -She’s In The Rain (The Rose) 

“If all it is is eight letters, why is it so hard to say? If all it is is eight letters then why am I in my own way?” -Eight Letters (Why Don’t We) 

“Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel. Love your imperfections every angle. Tomorrow comes and goes before you know...so i just had to let you know~” -Beautiful (Bazzi) 

“Congratulations, I heard you’re doing great...congratulations, how are you okay? I hate that you’re happy, I hope that you can’t sleep,” -Congratulations (Day 6) 

“I know I can treat you better than he can. And anyone like you deserves a gentleman,” -You Better (Shawn Mendes) ☆

“Congratulations, you’re finally leaving. Let’s throw a party here tonight, and toast to the end of you and I,” -Congratulations (Eric Nam) 

“Wise men say...only fools rush in. But I can’t help, falling in love...with...you,” -Fools Rush In (Elvis) 

“Don’t say you miss me, when you don’t call. Don’t say you’re hurting, without the scars. Don’t say you’re here tonight without tomorrow too. Don’t say you love me, unless you do,” -Don’t Say you Love Me (Fifth Harmony) 

“A lifetime of laughter at the expense, of the death of a bachelor,” -Death Of A Bachelor (Panic At The Disco)

“She told me that she loved me by the water fountain. She told me that she loved me and she didn’t love him. And that was really lovely cause it was innocent, but now she has a cup with something else in it…” -Water Fountain (Alec Benjamin) -> Oikawa x Reader ☆

“And I don’t need a reason to keep on dreaming. That we can with this stupid thing...called love,” -Lose (Nikki)

“Don’t take this personal, but personally, I think you should get with somebody like me. But worst of all...you don’t even see,” -Personal (The Vamps) 

“But you got a lot of great songs 'bout a lot of shit guys, you did more with 3 minutes than they'll do with their lives. And we'll buy ourselves houses with our heartbreak songs, screw everybody else who ever treated us wrong,” - Three Minutes (JP Saxe) ☆

“I’ve got all my money on you, got all my dollars on you. And I feel like a million bucks, a million bucks, and I give no f**ks when I’m with you,” -Million Bucks (Smallpools) 

“She put my name in yellow hearts. Her favourite colour like the stars. I didn’t listen very hard, when she told me she was crazy from the start,” -Yellow Hearts (Ant Saunders) 

“And I want you to cry, cry for me. Like I cried for you baby, cry for me,” -Cry For Me (Twice) 

“Please don’t let this love die young, please don’t let this love die young. If I’m going to lose someone, don’t let it be you,” -Love Die Young (Eric Nam) 

“Ain't never felt this way, can't get enough so stay with me. It's not like we got big plans. Let's drive around town holding hands,” -ILYSB (Lany)

“Maybe I don’t want to be just friends, see you only on the weekends. Sorry hope you understand, I like you a little too much for that,” -Just Friends (JORDY) 

“Golden eyes, if it ain’t you girl I don’t want to try. Baby, baby, baby you’re my diamond shine,” -Golden Eyes (Layto) 

“I like me better when I’m with you. I like me better when I’m with you. I knew from the first time, I stayed for a long time cause~ I like me better when I’m with you,” -I Like Me Better (Lauv) 

“Hey pretty Stranger, I think you look cute, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone like you,” -Your Text (Sundial) 

“And They say, Chivalry is dead. So let a real man pick up the slack, and treat you with respect,” -Chivalry Is Dead (Trevor Wesely) 

“And I Know there’s no making this right, and I know there’s no changing your mind. But we both have each other tonight. So if love is nothing more than just a waste of your time, waste it on me,” -Waste On Me (BTS) 

“I hope he treats you better than I ever could. Cause you deserve the world times two and the perfect afternoons. For you to find who fills your heart even if I’m not the one you choose,” -Chicken Tendies (Clinton kane) ☆

“It’s bittersweet to think about the damage we do, cause I was going down but I was doing it with you. And I say that I hate you with a smile on my face,” -Favourite Crime (Olivia Rodrigo) 

“Find me, in another place in time. If only, if only you were mine. But I’m already someone else’s baby,” -Baby (Clean Bandit) 

“And I might never stop your sorrow, fix you up good as new. But that don’t mean that I can’t hold your hand in mine,” -Someone You Like (Girl And The Dream Catcher) 

“Cause when you said jump I said ‘how high?’ But when I jumped you said ‘goodbye,’ “ -Walked Through Hell (Anson Seabra) 

“I want to love me, the way that you love me. Oh, from all of my pretty, and all of my ugly too, I love it when I see me from your point of view,” POV (Ariana Grande) -> Giyuu x Reader

Have fun :)

You´re Hurting Me (Lucifer Morningstar x Reader)

Request: Can I request a lucifer x reader one shot where Lucifer and reader get into a heated argument, and he hurts the reader but quickly regrets it and it ends good? ;0 (by @candle-anon), [Lucifer-Masterlist]

Summary: Crime solving was not always easy, sometimes danger was close. A protective boyfriend made the job even harder. You could not even be mad at him, he just wanted you to be safe. This time, though, he went a bit too far.

Words: 1,573

Warnings: mentions of rape, argument, angsty shit (uhhh, I love this), language (nothing new), fluff, (Y/A) = your age, (Y/H/C) = your hair color, (Y/E/C) = your eye color

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

Another crime solved. Success. Well, partly. This time though, not everything went smoothly. You should have seen it coming, all of you.

You were looking for a man who strolled through the bars of LA and managed to wrap young girls around his finger. His preferred look was a pretty woman, around (Y/A) years old, (Y/H/C) hair and (Y/E/C) eyes. Usually, someone like him was easy to catch. This case, though, got on your nerves. At first, it was Lucifer´s and your case but you desperately needed help so you got Chloe and Dan on board. This far, he had killed four women. The autopsy revealed that every single one of the women had been raped before he had choked them to death.

After the L.A.P.D found the latest victim, you knew you had to act fast. The lives of other innocent women were at risk. Before you even processed what was happening, you found yourself at a shitty bar, ordering a strong drink, not really caring which one. Since your appearance was similar to the victims´, your team thought it was the only way to catch this sick fuck. Well, not everyone approved. Lucifer, your boyfriend, was against this idea, understandingly. Yet, he knew there was no other chance to bring the perpetrator to a halt. After a long heated discussion, he more or less agreed but only if he was close behind all the time.

You could not quite make out the conversations going on next to you. All you could hear was your loud and hammering heartbeat. Even after trying to focus on something else, you failed miserably. Not too long after, you could feel a presence to your left. “Nothing new.” you thought. It was not the first time this night someone had tried to hit on you. Each time, you gently rejected.

“You know, someone like you shouldn´t be alone here at this time.” a rough voice made you look to your side. There he was. You could immediately tell it was him because some security cameras had caught him before. Unfortunately, nobody could see his face clearly. But the way he dressed and how his body language spoke for itself, you knew you hit the jackpot. Hopefully, your team would come out of their hiding spots and save you soon. They were about to save you, right?

All of a sudden, you were unable to control your body anymore. The only thing you could show was your fear through your eyes. What was happening to you? Where was Lucifer? Before you could think about it too much, you felt a strong arm wander around your waist. A tight grip holding you to the smoke smelling leather jacket. Disgust crept over you but you could not move. What kind of drug was he using? Maybe this was a bad idea. Or not if your friends would come to your rescue!

The man dragged you out through the backdoor and shoved you into a dark alleyway where he knew nobody could see you two. Still completely frozen, you knew you had no control over what would happen next. The thought of your team saving you long forgotten. He started undressing you, slowly. His touch lingering on your exposed skin way too long. Tears sprung from your eyes, running down your cheeks. This was it. Out of instinct, and because you did not want to see what he was doing to you, your eyes closed, releasing even more tears. But before his hand could touch you again, you heard a loud thud. Opening your eyes for a short time, all you could see was darkness. You were not adjusted to the dark night. Your body started losing strength and shortly after, everything went black. This time because you lost consciousness.

Waking up, you were met with the sun shining in your face. It made you squint. Your body was covered in silk sheets that felt way too familiar to you. You were in Lucifer´s bed. How did you come here? Last time you checked, you were sitting at that bar, ready to catch this rapist. Was that a dream? No, that could not be.

Moving the soft covers off of your body, you noticed you were wearing one of Lucifer´s white button ups. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you could feel a sting on your side. One of your hands moved the shirt up. A big purple bruise was covering your waist. Huh. You were clumsy but never had you had such a bad bruise before. Maybe Lucifer knew more.

“Luci?” your voice echoed through the huge apartment.

“(Y/N)? Darling.” he let out a long sigh and moved from the bar over to where you were standing. His arms opened and you let him hug you.

“You shouldn´t move around, get back to bed.” his voice sounded rather harsh.

“Oh? And why is that?” you teased, wanting to ease the tension that was building between you two.

“Funny, really. I´m not saying it again.” he started losing his temper and you could sense it. Yet you had no idea what was going on so you asked. Something you regretted mere seconds later.

“Could you not?” his scream made you take a step back. That was new. Lucifer never raised his voice towards you and if you were honest, it scared you. “STOP acting as if nothing happened yesterday! This doesn´t make it easier…” the last part was barely above a whisper.

“Luci…I have no idea what happened yesterday. All I remember is entering this bar. That´s it.” this made him look up at you.

“So you´re telling me you don´t remember being groped by this asshole? You don´t remember him undressing you? He was about to r-” it was hard for him to say it out loud. “He was about to rape you, (Y/N).” your breathed hitched and you took a second to let his words process. Slowly, bits of memory came back to you. Like how you could not move and were completely vulnerable against him.

“Did you catch him?” oh what a poor choice of words. You could see the anger rising in Lucifer. Whatever it was that triggered him, you just brought him over the edge.

“Did we- Did you hear what I just told you?” nodding at him, he did not even give you a chance to  respond.

“I TOLD you it was a bad idea! I told all of them but of course they didn´t listen. And YOU agreed, too. Great, just great. Even bett-”

“It was the only way and you know that.” you interrupted him. He came closer and your back met the wall. His hands grabbed your shoulders. His grip was so hard that pain flooded through you. You did not want to tell him, though. A few seconds after, you could not bare it anymore.

“YOU´RE HURTING ME, LUCIFER! GET OFF!” you did not know how but you managed to push him off.

There was a moment of complete silence. Lucifer immediately regretted his words. Even more so, his actions. The last thing he wanted was hurting you and he just did that. He was disgusted by himself. You, on the other hand, focused your eyes on your feet, not wanting to look him in the eyes. Lucifer protected you all the time but right now, you were genuinely scared of him. What if he did it again, only, this time, harder?

“(Y/N)? I- I´m-” he took careful steps towards you only for you to move back against the wall again.

“Don´t.” your voice sounded so broken. Lucifer knew he messed up. But he tried again. This time, though, he kept his distance.

“I´m sorry. It´s just...when I saw you with that bastard, when I realized what he was about to do...I hated myself. Of course there would´ve been different ways, I should´ve sticked with my opinion. I didn´t mean to hurt you, I just want to protect you. Fuck, I´m so stupid.” he mumbled the last part more to himself but you heard him.

“Stop it, you´re not.” you looked up at him. “I agreed but trust me when I tell you how scared I was this entire time.” walking closer to him you took his hands in yours and focused on his eyes. “And then I had no control over my body and and and you weren´t there and I knew this was it. But I´m okay now, see?” tears started forming as you replayed the scene in your head again.

Lucifer hated seeing you cry so out of instinct, he wrapped his arms around you, enveloping you in warmth and safety. Something you were used to from him. He apologized over and over again. Telling you how he did not want to hurt you and you knew he meant it. So to silence him you pressed a soft kiss on his lips, taking him by surprise. It did not take him long to go with it and he melted into your touch.

The asshole was caught, you felt safe in Lucifer´s embrace and were just happy that nothing major happened to you. Lucifer was just as scared as you, probably even more. You appreciated having a protective boyfriend even if he tended to exaggerate every now and then. This made him only more lovable, though. If he was around, danger was not that big of a problem anymore.

Published (09/17/2020) by Cathy

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hi @yeedak thank you so m uch for replying with what you did. YAY ADHD!!!!! ur partner sounds like she rocks >:)  as do u

i found it really illuminating and i agree with all of it. and god as much as i understand reticence when black people are interracially dating (it is so hard) i also hate it when people dictate it and also to a degree that it makes it extremely uncomfortable for the person themselves. to me it really is about a sense of control particularly if you are a woman. constantly trying to pick someone’s life partner for them instead of letting them find out if it’s a) something they want or even want to do b) something they can handle and c) their experience. it can purely cultural as well. my mom is a black american but my father is nigerian and that was basically a sin. however my father’s siblings? the women who had to marry extremely quickly and had to be with nigerian men or at the very least african? divorced. because they had to clamor for love for approval, pop out babies, and look what that got them. i totally understand you and  your mother. and you’re right about all of it.

the idea of a man whore is so funny to me too because it’s not about sexual liberation it’s literally about them wanting to use people as disposable which is why sexual liberation for women as well can be confusing. but all of this isn’t so we can develop our own imaginations and find out our own inhibitions. like you said in all of it and i found this part very very interesting and true, “youth is for sex and no mention of asexuality.” when you get older you are not sexual, when you are a child you are unsure about it, but there’s a time in our lives where we shouldn’t waste it, where it’s only acceptable in that window, where it’s dictated. tangentially i think it’s very funny that the people we sleep with also become a point of pride. let’s say if he is a man (as a bisexual~**~ gorl) but he’s ugly, i should be ashamed, too?

so much boxing in and pushing and dictating. they really are here to spread a message. and i know things ar ehard. i can believe people ask you that but it’s still so.....weird? i remember saying something about my sexuality once and it’s not like i knew the people but then they started asking me questions and i honestly felt embarrassed and like an outsider. i dunno.

and your analogy of a mirror was perfect woaaaaaaah that’s what im gonna say now thank you so much credit to you. gENIUS!!! as real life changes, what we see changes. but media doesnt come first.

also totally agree about watching what people consume and not falling into those patterns. and when “bad” things are shown i do not understand why shows are so scared to show them as they are or not romanticize. a real issue to introduce when it comes to age gaps would be why it is frequent in the lgbtq+ community. that is a real thing because when you have to hide yourself of course you can be stuck in a state of arrested development and trying to re-establish times you may never have. that’s a geniuine fear and concern, it’s understandable even if i don’t particularly care for it, but it’s like for these writeres there’s no reason to look deeply or put that into their story. so why are they doing it? and what is the message here? uGH. and what ur mother said makes so much sense we are just constantly absorbing all these messages and culture absolutely aids to it and you’re right about the generations. and sometimes things stop and start but i genuinely think (and know) that for us to continue forward and not have the constant backwards taht means we have to push to get there and demand and that also means we have to make an effort to end the harm we then see on screen. rape culture dictates these shows. it relies on it. it is disgusting but rape culture is the norm, the norm is the oppression so we have to attack it otherwise it sticks and htat’s exactly why we see what we see.

and the unacceptability of gender fluidity is what keeps the genre SO INFLEXIBLE sincerely. it honestly just pulls so heavily from patriarchy and the roles in which we have to follow to uphold that structure. 

it’s really just not enough to show us things any more wihtout taking it into consideration. and like ive mentioned there’s soooooooooo much media that has a lot to say that embeds itself. there’s this thing my friend linked me to on re-examining queerness in korean cinema (much like my dad’s country; patriarchal, more “conservative, anti lgbtq+, reliant on capital. africa is different because of the blackness component but the structures aided by colonialism absolutely remain and continue and that’s how we see such similarities. thse countries are more “overt” in this output but still you know. america. sucks) because we are trying to re-evaluate what it means to be heard and seen. the different ways and sort of the message that a lot of us as lgbtq+ can feel. you know, how we can get a feeling on if a person has our same experience, how we kind of have to learn to identify that. not sure if this makes sense...

your mom sounds really cool. and i’m fucking sorry. so many men do that. i live with both my parents but even then i see this power imbalance i can’t stand and you know i would have believed it was normal if i wasnt able to learn aand had to build up thinking skills. there was one day that it hit me that there are parts of my parents relationship i abhor, that are imbalanced, that make me find my father disgusting and make me ashamed of my mother. i don’t want that to happen to me or my potential children. if i have a male partner for life, which i am sure i will because offffffff heteronormativity and homophobia and being half black american half nigerian, he cannot recreate that. i am optimistic on what people can do without needing such grand structures or the support of the elite etc you know? that’s how we know there’s good work that exists and people we can find that arent with the status quou!!! 

and who want a better world. we have to know we can rally that together. i think part of that is constant demanding of things to do better. there’s a rage against the machine song called settle for nothing and it’s about 0 compromise. there’s a famous quote i dont remember by who that’s basically like there’s an idea that there’s a limit to asking for dignity and what you deserve because when people realize they can live better lives they want to cultivate that more and more but that means a loss of control and a sharing of power from the top. nothing is ever enough if it can be better and we are allowed to demand it (or take it.) we deserve the world, we are being told that we’re asking fo rtoo much. are we? really? 

i was thinking about the children thing as well bc...lmao i was so tightly contorlled as a child and it really messed me up but at the same time, like you, i honestly do not want my children watching drivel. like even with youtube. a friend of mine said that what she thinks she will do is try and hammer home how fantastical these things are, they do not reflect reality, and to get them to understand the spectacle. at the same time i’m like does a child really need to watch these dumb tiktok stars or jake paul? but then im like i really dont want to control them. but like what if ur kid asks u to go to some like fucking BL concert or some shit like what do you say to that?!??! I DONT WANNA SAY NO BUT AT THE SAME TIME UHHHHlmao but at the same time we have to give them tools to analyze and do the right things and follow their hearts

however,

as you know

LOL

tysm for responding, lovely talking to you and hearing your thoughts!!!

oh btw so u r from kashmar? that is very cool......VERY COOL

Hello Spill Your Guts enjoyers. May I offer you a cut scene from chapter 48 of SYG where Brian and (Y/n) have sex on a motorcycle? Too bad because here it is. Context: This is right after Brian and Yn crash the car at the end of their date in but instead of being a good person Yn goes apeshit. 3291K words. 

“Yes, sugar?" A low drawl spoken right into your ear as he pressed a kiss into your neck. A chill crawling it's way up your spine. Fear gripping you, not of him but of what you could so easily become. Tensing in his hold, being basically dangled off a cliffs edge. Usually you were grossly into this sort of thing, the knowledge that he was thinking the same thing made your insides twist. He knew you too well. 

        A kiss would be nice. Accepting disgusting loving, his hands slathered in blood, right after the wave of unnatural thoughts bombarded your brain. You wanted comfort, your body practically shaking with adrenaline.

        "Put me down." Tone low and unconvincing, eyes on the raging fire below, the fire stirring in your gut, the feeling of his arms distracting you from the people burning to death below you. 

        He seemed to get it, that you were accepting the outcome, becoming like him, that you had enjoyed that just as much as he had. Taking note of the weak tremor in your voice and the way you seemed to melt into his arms.

        "Are you sure?" He jested, "It's a long way down." Arms around you teasingly loosening, your body just barley slipping before his grip tightened once more, catching you as you felt a gasp leave your lips. The fear of being dropped mixing with the dopamine that ran through your body when he kissed your neck again, a low chuckle sending vibrations through your skin. 

“Ya’know what Brian?” You snapped, reaching behind yourself and sliding your hand round til you found a semi-hard mass. “Stop playin’ games with me.” Playfully firm, you squeezed his clothed shaft. 

“Soooo,” His breath was wonderfully warm on your neck, you could feel his lips growing closer to your ear, “You don’t want me to drop you?”

“No Brian,” You deadpanned, “I don’t wanna die. I wanna fuck.” God, you sounded like an emo porn actress. 

“You’re awfully forward.” He hummed into your skin, pressing a tender kiss into you before teasinly nipping at you.

At that you quietly moaned, melting further into his back. Reciprocating by gently rubbing your hand along the tent in his jeans. He was only getting harder and your panties were only getting wetter. 

“Maybe because I want you to rail me or something. Food for thought, Bee.” 

Brian chuckled, pulling you away from the cliff's edge, insisting on carrying you all the way to his bike. You didn’t even bat an eye when you passed the still bleeding corpse. In fact your heart only raced faster. He was dangerous, you were dangerous, you were both on a high that left you disgustingly aroused. Might as well ride it out.

He set you on the bike seat and you had to admit a bit of disappointment when you could no longer paw at his pants. You expected him to kiss you but instead he bent down and started to pat your legs. Pressing the balls of his hands around your legs and knitting his brow as if he were looking for something.

“What the actual fuck are you doing?” You asked, impatience heavy in your lowered tone.

Then he settled himself on the ground, warm hands guiding your thighs apart. “Oh you know,” He began, pressing a kiss onto your inner thigh, “Checking to see if you’re hurt.”

Scoffing, you barked, “You little slut. If you wanted something you could have just asked.” You tried to keep up a huffy attitude with him, to not instantly submit to his antics but he just kept on pressing his lips further and further up your thighs. Even though it was through your pants, it was electrifying, each one making your legs shake with anticipation. 

“Oh, I know.” Half-lidded hazel met with (e/c) when he lowly delivered a deliciously spine chilling message, “I just like to watch you squirm. Also, I’m a romantic.”

Without thinking about your pride or dignity or whatever the fuck, you told him, “Alright then Romeo, take my pants off if you really wanna see somethin’.”

And that he did without hesitation. Only bringing himself up to crash his lips into yours. It was a welcomed pressure that you moaned into, feeling his fingers undoing the button of your jeans while he slid his tongue over yours. The zipper was next but you hardly paid attention, head in a whirl when he teasingly bit your lip. When you gasped he throatily chuckled, getting quickly back to grinding his tongue against yours. 

Taking your pants off was an awkward effort that the both of you didn’t break the kiss for. You weren’t going to make any comments about it but the sweaty leather of the motorcycle seat was on the uncomfortable side. A gentle breeze cooled your heated skin, leaves mutedly rustled, the smell of blood and burning flesh hung heavy in the air.

It was only until your jeans were around your ankles and his hand was warmly resting between your thighs did he pull away. Breathless and blushing, Brian still found the energy to purr out a request, “You mind if I make you cum for me a couple times?”

“Holy shit, do whatever you want to me. I don’t care.” You said, shifting to press your wet panties into his hand eagerly.

“Mh-hmm.” Tongues were sliding back together by the time he’d slid the pads of his fingers over your clothed pussy. Being so worked up you readily moaned into his mouth when he torturously circled your clit with his middle finger.

Filled with need you pulled away to make a bold demand, “Get on your knees, bee boy.”

Ever the giver, his head was positioned between your thighs in a matter of seconds without argument. He wanted this as much as you did. Panties yanked down and your knees hooked over his broad shoulders in an instant. 

Brian took in the sight of your ridiculously wet and swollen pussy with his trademark lopsided grin, “Someone’s worked up. I wonder why.” 

“Gee, real mystery we got on our hands.”

He just laughed before carefully approaching your bare flesh. Keeping up eye contact as he kiss, kiss, kissed his way closer. Only a few mere inches away from where you really wanted his lips to be, he stopped. Eyes twinkling deviously before he took in some of your sensitive supple flesh and sucked. You ground yourself into nothing needily, the feeling of him licking at your inner thigh sending more waves of pure arousal to your head than you thought someone biting your thigh would.

Cheered on by your clear approval, he worked his way hardly closer, picking a new spot to suck till it bruised. 

“For fuck’s sake Brian, get to it already.” You growled, one hand gripping onto the bike handle for stability while the other found the back of his head, curling in his light hair.

The man in question cheekily grinned up at you, finally bringing himself closer to your slick warmth. He pressed a thumb into the developing bruise just to see you gasp before he flicked his tongue lightly over your clit. Being more than ready, you whined a lot louder than was cause for.

Brain didn’t need any more motivation than that. He dove right in, tongue pressing wetly into the bottom of the swollen mass. Keeping up the erotic eye contact that told you he was in charge as he dragged the muscle up and over every bump and curve.

 Stopping when you pulled on his hair and ground into his mouth. He’d stumbled across the most sensitive part of your throbbing clit. Armed with that knowledge he chuckled and started to circle just around the spot's edges. Your fingers twisted in his hair, thighs squeezing either side of his head. Back and forth, teasingly fast he passed the tip of his tongue over the area with a merciless soft pressure.

“Brian- Fuck- Harder.” You needily whined, pussy desperately throbbing. All it wanted was for him to fill you up and make you cum so hard you couldn’t think anymore. But Brian had other plans for the moment. He quirked his brows as if to tell you to fucking beg and wihtout any shame you did, “Please. I need it.”

Intrigued, he pulled himself back to ask, “Need what (Y/n)?”

“I just want you to make me cum and rail me, okay?” You breathily snapped.

Snickering, he replied, “Be patient.” He quickly lapped at the swollen tip, watching you buck your hips and contort your face into one of needy pleasure. “You’re cute.”

“No you.”

Instead of replying, he sealed his lips around your clit and gently sucked. Isolating the sensitive spot before running his slick tongue over it in overwhelmingly wonderful circles. You never thought you’d moan that loud so close to a dead body, but that was the furthest thing from your mind. As seconds passed and he mercilessly kept going, only providing more pressure and teasingly sucking harder; you started to feel all of it coming to a building tingly climax much faster than you expected.

“Brian,” You wailed, nails digging into the back of his head, “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

He smiled against your sensitive flesh, only zeroing in harder. Eyes closing sweetly, lapping almost desperately at your clit. The thought of how hard he must be and how much he wanted you to cum on his tongue alone made your body hotter. It only made you closer and closer til your eyes were rolling to the back of your head and your back was arching.

All at once it hit you, the sudden throbbing burst of pleasurable heat. You bucked yourself into him, riding out your pounding orgasm as much as you could. Not without screaming his name of course.

As the rolling waves of intensity started to weaken, Brian rose. You were going to thank him, crack a joke, maybe try to flip the situation around and ride him like the motorcycle he was fucking you on; But he didn’t give you a chance. Lips on yours in an instant, you willingly opened up and he slipped his slick covered tongue into your mouth. He chuckled against you, at how desperate you were to taste yourself mixed with his spit. Hands spreading your legs further so he could rock his clothed hard-on against your bare groin. A wanton moan passed your lips, jeans wonderfully grinding against your sensitive heat. You could feel how much harder he was than before.

Craving his length buried inside of you, you pulled your tingling lips away. Twitching and grinding into the coarse clothing, his fingers had slid up your shirt, under your bra, teasingly rolling your nipples between his thumb and pointer. God, that lopsided smirk he had on his face made you want to ride him for hours.

You pawed at his erection, stroking along his long shaft, feeling a developing spot of wetness at his swollen head even through boxers and denim. 

“Fuck me, right now.” You lowly purred, fingers crawling to the button.

“You don’t think I was already planning on it?” He snarked, forehead sweetly pressed against your own.

“Don’t be an ass.” Button open, now for the fly.

“Since when am I not?”

You snorted out a double entendre,  “Yeah, you suck but like in a good way.”

“I love you.” Wow, that got real cute out of nowhere right when you’d sent your hand into his open pants.

“Aww, I love you to, ya big sap. Anyway, nice dick.” You said, pulling it through his boxers. 

“Thanks.” 

His smirk faltered when you ran your hand along his bare shaft, what a sight to see him moan and blush. You felt tortuously empty holding his hardness, tip and upper shaft slathered in precum. 

“Aww, look at you.” The words came out domineering, teasing, “You must be so desperate to fuck me, huh Brian?” You purred, slowly and gently jerking him off. 

He huffed out a laugh, pulling his hands out of your shirt, “You really think you’re in charge here, huh?”

“Well I’m literally holding your dick so- OPE!”

Just like that you were lifted up, flipped around and bent over the bike. Stomach slapping down where you’d just been sitting, ass up for his viewing pleasure. He jammed his knee between your upper thighs, kicking them apart with ease. You playfully huffed at him but didn’t protest. In fact you settled down as comfortably as you could while he positioned himself as well.

“Look who’s holding who now.” He snickered, one hand firmly gripping your hip the other rested on the curve of your ass. Wouldn’t be sex with Brian without him being fucking annoying in a really hot and fun way. 

Wouldn’t be sex with you if you weren’t also a pain right back, “Wow real nice come ba-ACK!” It wasn’t that hard of a smack, but to your sensitive skin a slap delivered to your lower asscheek hurt more than it should have. Had to admit, it was a total turn on, the shocked scream ending on a wonton note.

“Are you alright?” He asked, obviously picking up on the trill in your voice and the way your legs were shaking.

“More than,” You purred shakily, “Do it again.”

So he did. Harder. The sound resounded in the open air. Your ass harshly stung, spot where his hand struck warmly pounding in its wake. You didn’t think you could get horniner but you found yourself mildlessly growling, “Fuck me.”

Smack. 

You whined at the intoxicating pain. Every hit having your pussy twitch with need. Brian telling you from above, “Beg.”

As much as you wanted to get railed, as hot as your face was, as painfully unfilled you were. You were still a stubborn brat when it came to instructions. “No.”

Smack.

Fingers harshly dug into the leather seat at the hit. Surely you’d be hurting on the ride back, but you didn’t care. In fact each hit brought a sultry moan out of you. “That all you got?”

Smack.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, shaking under his palm smoothing over the stinging flesh.

“Come on honey, just ask nicely and I’ll give you exactly what you want.” Brian cooed.

For a few seconds you resisted the urge before your resolve crumbled. You couldn’t take the agonizing wait anymore. It was getting hard to tell if you were on the verge of tears from the pain or the lack of getting railed.

“Please give me your fucking cock, Brian. I need it.” 

He darkly chuckled at your desperate plea, “Good girl.”

A firm pressure pressed itself into your slick. A whine rose from your throat as he easily slid his thick length into you inch by inch. Filling you up with his satisfying hardness. 

“It’s cute how wet you are for me, Honey.” He shuddered and sighed, feeling you throb around him just at the dirty talk.

You had nothing snarky to say, mind clouded by the fact that he wasn’t pounding you yet. All you could do was press into his hips and whimper.

Smack.

A squeal ripped up from your throat, the sting nearly drawing your attention away from his shaft pulling itself halfway out of you. In an instant his hips slapped into your skin, dick buried back inside of you. Both of you letting out varying degrees of breathy moans. Then he slid himself nearly out of you. Before you could whine he slammed the entirety of his length into you. Pussy wonderfully stretching around him much to your pleasure, your fingers curling into the leather of the seat.

“Yes!” You squealed, mimicking his actions, pulling away before throwing yourself back into him. Thick fingers dug harshly into your skin, his dick slamming in and out of you at a pace that only got faster.

 Another smack was laid onto your bare skin. All you could do was roll back your eyes and incoherent babble his name, “Brian.”

Warm fingers slid around the front of your throat, squeezing and pulling you up. Back forced to arch while he mercilessly thrusted into your throbbing pussy. His sultry voice right in your ear, “What’s that?” 

“I-” His hand squeezing around your neck only reminded you how in control he was. Confident, assured, domineering. It was really hot.

“You like being at my mercy don’t you?” Even hotter.

You shuddered, feeling yourself getting closer and closer with every roll of his hips. “I’m so fucking close.” 

“Already?” Brian chuckled. Not taking any mercy on you, slamming his hardness into you faster than before. Repeatedly grinding himself against your g-spot. “Such a needy mess.”

You got the cue to tell him how pathetic you were, but you could hardly say anything other than babbling out, “Fuck, I- Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

The building sensation came to fruition as his hand slid from your hip to your clit. Zeroing it out with his pointer finger and rubbing it in quick circles. 

“Cum for me.” His command was what really sent you over the edge, body seeming to obey him without question. Twitching to a stop, pussy squeezing around him. Hot throbbing waves completely overtaking your mind. Brian slowed only a little, moaning and continuing to thrust into you. Fulling riding out the orgasm and still going after that. You weren’t complaining at all. Everything felt so much more sensitive, everytime he rammed his dick into you, you were overcome with such an overwhelming sensation it took everything in you not to cry. 

Shaking and melting into his touch, letting him rail you as long as he wanted to. Clit still being teasingly circled, sending electric shocks of bliss through your body.

Skin slapped onto skin, Brian didn’t stop for a break at all and neither did you. Doing your damndest to grind into him, feeling his length grind and roll against all your more sensitive spots. 

Upon looking over your shoulder you saw Brian, red faced and breathily sighing. Hazel met with (e/c) and he sweetly smiled before intentionally slamming himself right into your g-spot. Your vision blurred, eyes rolling back while your body tremored.

 “Fuck,” He murmured, “You feel so good.”

Brian started to slow, moans growing louder, grip on your neck getting harder. You were aware of what was coming and you didn’t care. Through your breathlessness, you pushed out a message, “Please don’t pull out. I want you.”

“You’re so fucking dirty, baby.” Brian growled, suddenly picking up his pace. Slamming his dick into you over and over at breakneck speed, mercilessly rubbing your clit.

Whimper, writhe, and whine were all you could do at this point. Body shaking and taking in everything that he was giving you. Again, the sensations built up to you being on an edge high out of your fucking mind.

 “I- I’m gonna- Brian!” No time to properly announce it because that familiar heat was back with a vengeance.

  Feeling you cum around him finally pushed him to rock his hips into you one last time. He shuddered, groaning, “(Y/n), honey, fuck.” Dick pulsating as you continued to cum around him. A sudden warmth filled your insides, filling you up even more than he already was.

Breathless and exhausted you both stood there, muscles starting to relax. It was then, in a slight wave of non-horny clarity, when you realized exactly where you were. Why your clothes were so wet and warm. Why it smelled like burned plastic and beef. You were filled with shame and cum. Worst part was that you’d probably have to ride all the way back home like that. Aw shit.

🎼 (I can’t find the correct emoji lol) exile arc tommy?

Oh boy! (opens up breakdown playlist) /hj

Montreal – Penelope Scott

Sleep with a Baseball Bat – Cosmic Johnny

Brother – Gerard Way

breakdown under cut, tw for suicidal ideation on the first song esp

1.       Montreal – heehee hoohoo suicidal/depression thoughts baby!!

I mean in short this is tommy saying he wont Survive exile. The intro of the song lists when the singer would be home from college/school and that “another 90 day summers gonna take [their] fucking life” which is rlly just. Tommy not gonna live THAT long in exile.

“And I would rather die And let me make it clear It's nobody's fault But I think we all know That I won't make it to Montreal”

So the thing here is that its “nobody’s fault” bc on one hand it is that he doesn’t blame tubbo but worse he doesn’t blame DREAM. Its just meant to happen, its not bc of anybody, yknow?

“And I would rather die I'll jump before I'll fall And I'm having lots of fun But I won't make it Montreal”

Mans tried to jump to his death before he “fell” whether bc of dream or an accident, hes makin the active CHOICE to end it rather than just waiting. Even w the fun he’s having w dream, he’s miserable and he knows he wont make it to see lmanberg again

“You like to talk about the future As if it's real And when you tell me that you love me I can almost feel it”

Dream keeps promising him stuff for the future. Maybe he can visit to see the tree, maybe he can get another visit, maybe he wont be alone. But tommy doesn’t care, its all fake to him (which like, it is so good for him but fjkdlsjf)

“It's not that it's a bad plan No, the plan fucking slapped I was so excited you don't know how bad I wanted all of it The coffee shop, the weather, the apartment But I don't want anything anymore I don't know, I guess I just got bored”

Okay so. Tommy kept trying to get shit together to leave, right? He wanted to go back so bad and have this domestic life w his friends but in the end he just got so downtrodden that after his shit got blown up he was so ready to just GIVE UP.

“And I don't wanna die I don't wanna get left behind But it's better half than none I hope to god you have some fun”

He doesn’t want to be in this situation, he still CARES abt the lmanberg crew but in the end hes been told that they’re happy WIHTOUT him. He’s not angry at them, not anymore, he just wants them to be happy bc he isn’t.

2.       Sleep with a Baseball Bat – tommy and dream relationship baby!!

“And every time you wake up Thinking this could be the day Well something, something just”

Every day in exile he had no real plans. He just had to exist out there alone and hope someone else came. This IS the day he can do…. Something. He doesn’t know. He doesn’t have a goal.

“And when your love is an anxiety attack Don’t settle for that, don’t settle for that And when you wake and find the claw marks in your back Sleep with a baseball bat, sleep with a baseball bat”

Hes been manipulated into thinkin dream is his friend, that dream “loves” him but it makes him miserable! Hes paranoid and stressed and falling apart!! Boy!!! Fjdsklfj

“Siena says you’re getting used But something’s broken in your head And you can’t run away when you need to”

The other ppl who visited him, like ranboo, KNEW something was happening and that he was in a bad place but tommy had been manipulated by dream so much that he couldn’t process it. No, dream couldn’t be bad, dream was his friend, right? He couldn’t leave exile, dream would be upset. Its all what DREAM wants, not tommy.

“Hey, space cadet Are you still floating round the rock That you spent so much of your life trying to get away from? And does it at least look different from up there?”

OKAY SO ONE. SPACE CADET? THAT’S CLARA BABY!! TWO: he spent ALL his time on this server fucking fighting dream, trying to “get away from” him. But now hes stuck “floating around” with him as his “friend”. The last line feels sarcastic and bitter but like. FUCK it hits, yknow??

“It might take a couple tries till you believe it But love is real, you’ll figure it out, you’ll live to see it But you still have to take a couple of falls And you can’t make an omelet without breaking your balls So batter up Is your bed made? Is your helmet on?”

HAPPY ENDING POG!! HE STARTS HEALING!!!! HE STARTS REALIZING DREAM WASN’T HIS FRIEND!!! He still “falls” and relapses into wanting dream w him but hes so much better!!! Also,,,,, “is your helmet on” w the turtle shell helmet (eyes emoji)

3.       Brother – IF TECHNO AND TOMMY NOT BROTHERS WHY THIS SON—(gunshot rings out)

Okay so on a serious note this song is abt addiction and while I don’t want to take away from that Serious Topic, it Does relate but w tommy dealing w his ptsd of dream

“And brother, if you have the chance to pick me up And can I sleep on your couch To the pound of the ache and pain? Oh, in my head 'Cause I'm awake all night long To the drums of the city rain”

Hhrhnrng staying at technos place to hide from dream and get better a lil JFKDLSJK. Also “the drums of the city rain” is referenced a LOT in this song but like. It keeps him up so,,,,,, dream JFKDLSJF. Mans barely ever slept in exile so it WORKS okay jfkdlsjf

“The lights we chase The nights we steal The things that we take to make us feel this (To the drums of the city rain)”

This is him and techno livin together!! Like in the first chorus you could see lights we chase being tommy finding techno’s place, then later it’s the lights of lmanberg as they sneak in. the nights they steal is both just time spent together and also straight up the times they stole shit JFKDSLJ. “the things that we take to make us feel” is the gapples tommy always eats so that he can feel safe (also, bc in the og song this is PROBABLY abt drugs and potions are drugs in universe so. Arguably getting a potion effect from the apple means it is Also Drugs? Fjdkslfj)

“I can't go back I don't think I will I won't sleep tonight as long as I still Hear the drums of the city rain”

Go back to logstedshire or lmanberg you ask?? The answer is yes. Both. He feels like he doesn’t belong in lmanberg and logstedshire is too traumatizing for him to return at this point. As long as he “hears the drums of the city rain”, or is thinking of dream, he Cant Sleep:tm:

“Does anyone have the guts to shut me up? 'Cause I believe that every night There's a chance we can walk away So hold on tight Because I won't wait too long In the drums of the beating rain”

Okay so hear me out but. This is just tommy and dream. “I believe that every night theres a chance we can walk away” is tommy hoping desperately for dream to let him go home, to walk away from logstedshire. He never will be permitted, not really, but theres a chance that tommy clings to. He wont “wait too long” while out in exile and stuck w dream bc hes desperate and miserable (also fun fact these analysis is basically me just pmv’ing shit in my head and rambling vaguely abt it but like. Listen,,,, flashback verse jfkdsljf) ALSO. The line “does anyone have the guts to shut me up” in relation to exile!tommy is just VERY important to me. Mans was so quiet and afraid to speak up when in exile.

“'Cause the nights don't last And we leave alone Will you drive me back? Can you take me home? (To the drums of the city rain)”

Following up that last paragraph, this is still in flashback. The days end and dream leaves again, making tommy alone. He asks if he can go back, if he can see home and lmanberg and everyone. But echoing the “to the drums of the city rain” after home CAN imply that “home” has become logstedshire WITH DREAM even tho it keeps him up and aaAAAAAHHHH

I swear this ends up okay and techno + tommy focused fjkdsljf

“Faces I don't know I am tired in the glow”

He feels isolated from everyone during his exile and lashes out at those who visit, to the point he feels like they’re all more or less strangers and “faces he doesn’t know”. Being tired in the glow is, imo, him over the lava.

“Of the freezing club Keep me breathing Don't make the lights come back Can you take me home? We all need this When we leave alone”

Hhhngg okay so tommy breakdown time! Hes in techno’s house (the freezing club) and is just pleading for techno to help. Don’t let “the lights come back” (lava again maybe? He doesn’t want to be Like This?) and just wants to feel like hes at home because hes just left exile and hes Messed Up Over It

“Remember when you and I would make things up? So many nights, just take me down To the place we can hear them play I miss that sound 'Cause now we don't sing so loud To the drums of the city rain”

OKAY SO THEY MAY NOT BE CANON FAMILY BUT WILBUR REMEMBERS SPARRING W TECHNO AS A KID AND PHIL IS HIS CLOSE FRIEND SO THEY STILL KNEW EACH OTHER AS KIDS SO SHUSH FJSDKL. Tommy just wants things to go back to how they were, before everything. When things were easy and they were kids just having fun. He misses it. Before exile, before lmanberg, before dream. But it doesn’t matter, because they’re stuck in this now. With his brother dead and his closest friend being the man who killed his best friend and helped blow up his country. Again, the drums of the city rain is dream. Because of his influence, its all different.

Hhhngngngn this is too long so I wont go into the last outro bc you can interpret it a LOT of ways, esp depending on how you want to Pace this song w the exile arc. But like. The analysis is THERE if you really wanna push it/animatic it babeyyy

Yo that anon with the Bianca/Dency 👌🏻👌🏻 but like ohhh Dency coupd totally meet a cute Phoenix in her universe tho!! 👀 Or maybe a dark Witchlighter? Idk I think her falling I love with a more “neutral” witch hybrid would be cute!

And like do you think her little agency would work with neutral magical sources like phoenixes to find people? Because like Dency could be like a Penn but for the opposite side? If that makes sense?? Like Penn is bringing all the “light” witches together but Dency is really the figures head for the “dark/neutral” witches like the witch hybrids and the phoenixes…like Dency is kinda like the unintentional beacon of light for that side…just by being herself? Like maybe she doesn’t actively campaign for more acceptance for hybrid witches but her mere existence alone and the good she does is enough to get the ball rolling?

tbh as far as dency love interests go i'm a little bit torn because i have this mortal rashid idk if i've talked bout him before but like. he and dency have a classic rivals to lovers arc going on in college liek they fucking Hated each other blah blah blah she definintely gaslighted him a lil with her powers nothing malicious jsut like. teleportation like ha there's no way she'll beat me 2 the best spot in the library bc i just saw her walking up the steps while i am already inside and then boom he walks over there and she's there how?? the fuck>? teleporation fuck u. the point is thru their quasi spy vs spy antics i think they start to gain a sense of respect for one another than and he goes political journalism did this question even mention love interests idk That's Not The Point rashid does politics while dency's a bit more of a muckraker kinda more on a corporate side fraud and all that so they no longer are competitors and um. like they can finally appreciate the other as they are no longer and opponent as with most dency characters they have hooked up a couple times i shouldn't say that because as far as characters that have been introduced dency has slept with none of them bc they are all her besties u should never sleep w ur besties only ur homies but i think. i've stated this before? for starters dency doesn't do a lot of long term relationships just because you know that level of vulnerabilty and like if u really like someone then it's just leverage thatcan be used agianst u Or if u die then ur gonna break their heart but i think she does casual relationships with literally anyone but witches i. haven't posted the chaapter fuck i'll post it now because i've been sitting on it for so long and like i'm worried i'm gonna back myself in a corner w a it's not a plotline i don't like maybe just a plotpoint but i've like. written half the next chapter anyway. i'm also sitting on about 10k i think not only. 7k? unpublished w&s because it's like ending the narrative is ending i really need it to be coherent Speaking of incoherent. dency. i'm gonna post the chapter. but dency hangs out a lot at p3 which has changed hands piper owns her restaurants the backstory for this is.

paige has a charge back in the late aughts she's in a coven the point is her bestie has some traumatic incident happen to her and she wants revenge and it's something that (imo) totally justifies revenge like a killing her rapist type thing and like. it depends how we're going with charmed morality but i've established before i think (?) it's canon that if a witch takes an innocent's life she becomes a warlock like it's possible for witches to defect and become warlock if they take a life Specifically an innocent's life and even tho like that guy would be a mortal he def doesn't get innocent status because he's fucking evil she's allowed to murder him but i think she would murder someone else in the process and then causes her to lose her witch powers and gain a couple warlock powers and the rest of her coven shuns her for it which could have easily sent her down a dark path but paige's charge her bestie like stood by her thru all that like. like it's shit cosmic rules tbh. maybe. for legal reasons: i am not endorsing murder. please for the love of god don't make me admit to a grand jury i have a tumblr that'll be so cringe bro do not murder anyone. but paige's charge stands by her and idk maybe paige gets her a job at p3 all that the point is when piper sells the club to open her restaurant she sells it to paige's charge and her gf the warlock. so p3 kind of becomes a neutral power for magic no vanquishes allowed and it's one of the few places dark magic has on the surface just to vibe u just have to be able to tolerate being served by a witch like she owns the place so that kind of filters it. idk if this is more rambly than it normally is. i promise i'll go back in later and add periods. maybe. i am also a liar. but the point is i think p3 is one of the few places dency can really be hersefl because herself is half demon!! and at magic school she really is suppoed to feel ashamed of that like she hates it or something wishes it gone and Yes. it does scare her. being the source's heir all that. she's always worried about giving in to dark magic but like. she's a demon!!! there's no changing that there's no fighting that pushing it under the rug like. she can't change it she does want to spend her life hating herself like. it's who she is. fuck. so i think she doesn't date witches but like the regulars at p3 some warlocks the occasional like darklighter. dency has had romantic trysts with.

beck to rashid her mortal homies who she has hooked up with who they've always had this rapport they have this thing. bc rashid's smart okay that's why he's at dency's level (respectfully she gets her brains from her father i love phoebe but she's intuitive not intelligent cole on the other hand passed the bar exam (i think) so like.) rashid knows something's up. the point is they each give the other three questions. three questions you ask that the other has to answer fully honestly cards on the table no half truths nothing just the answer. rashid used one of those to find out dency's a witch, but she made him work for it. nothing vague like what are you strange things happen around you why like she's like ask your question but you better be specific about it and he's like fuck it. whatever. magic. that's my answer i think magic happens with you and no i'm not flirting i'm dead serious is magic like. are you magical? and the answer was yes. and rashid like while he was asking while he was like confident enough to admit that out loud to ask that to her face Did not see that coming. of course. there's a difference between like yes i can cast a couple spells and yes i'm the antichrist so. : )! but i think that's like a rapport thing between rashid and dency like whenever they ask hard hitting questions like "is that one of your three questions?" but idk if he's gonna. if he's gonna be it for her. there's also jack dency's childhood bestie so there's the childhood friends to lovers thing but like. i just don't see jack being in love with dency in that way like they're best friends. but not lovers. (but maybe they are??? idk)

But. third potential love interest is if i weren't goign for those two i was actually thinking.

two options here a cupid who reocgnizes dency as "the demon with the cupid ring? yeah that's gotta be the source's heir". so there's that i like the idea of. yeah. : )

but also. and i came up w this in an ask which i will not evne attempti to find. i'm sorry i can't spell you guys but it;s not happening 2nite beloeveds. but if u'vemade it this far. i do love u w my whole heart. dency. love interests. old ask about a squad a half-grimlock. appeal of being able to see auras see good people. this was originally in the ask. a love interest for billie?? maybe. idk. but just like. for dency someine who's always known htey have this immense dark side like. hmmmmmm okay i just thot of somehting. for lili. whish is phillipa. which is the prandy thirdborn. she's phsycics. however tf u spell that sykick. that's not the point dency who has. the source on her soul. falling with someone who can literally see the good in her. i'm picturing the half grimlock just ot like like a normal albino human. and they run a halfway house for those born of evil. because he or she or they idk>??? maybe neorponounds idk!!> whoever they r they run a halfway house for these kids born from demons warlocks darklighters bc they can see the good in them and that shouldn't. you get so scared gifted with these powers you don't understand they need a place to turn to. and the grimlock grimmy offers that place. def not their name but like. grimmy lmoa. ao. yeah. i think jsut opening i think integating magic schoolesp in a dency timeline what with penn and the elders and their pomp and circumstance i think it'd be a pain in the ass. but at the very least A magic school for kids wihtout light magic like they deserve it. evil shouldn't just be their default option. like they're just kids man they're jsut kids they deserve a shot at not even good man not everyone has to go on to be exceptional cure cancer and save the world just like. a chance to understand themselves not be scared. not be hated, jsut be/ like. do they not deserve that? so if grimmy's not a li for dency at the very least they are homies and they like pull together a magic school for neutral/dark beings.

do you think northern independence is bad for the north?

I ALWAYS get asked this and honestly at this point I choose to believe it’s because people like my political economy takes in my tags rather than to stir up shit (fine, I should know better).

I think the answer I always give to this is... jury’s still out? from what we know The North survived the Long Night once as an independent... thing (I mean were THEY even an unified kingdom?) and... they survived? lived? Also what does it mean “is bad”?

Ok so the thesis is they’re pretty much gone-via-Long-Night if Dany doesn’t go to help with the dragons (which she’ll do if they bent the knee aka enter some sort of feudal relationship with a monarch =we pay taxes and swear to obey you, you protect us and give us a hand with some stuff when we need it) so... I mean, that point stands, as far as I’m aware. Not that I wanna dismiss the other Key Five from having it in their destiny to save humanty by helping out but I’m pretty sure this point is strong.

I find other arguments to be a bit vague. Like, “the North will starve through winter without the IT helping out”. Dunno, but I DON’T remember any books somehow saying the IT is having social welfare up North when the potato harvests freezes. More than that, Northerners seem very ok with seeing he harsh realities of life straight in the eye: Winter is Coming is all about being ready for that threat, isn’t it? Build glasshouse cause nothing grows in the snow, remember in the Long Night a generation of babies died, stick with your pack because that’s how you survive, etc. Some point out things like there will be barely any population left or something. Ok, maybe, but Europe did survive through a huge loss of population (workin class specially!) with the plague (it was AWFUL, but they pushed through), and did so through the Little Ice Age.

Economy wise, there’s no book proof evidence that I remember that just because they don’t bend the knee they can’t exchange their skins and woods and other produced goods with.... everywhere else or anyone else who may want to trade. Like, the IT didn’t “impose” economic embargo on anyone as far as I can remmeber lol. Just because it’s limited doesn’t mean it’s a failed state. Nor that does mean they’d be begging for a foreing sovereign to oversee/helping them. Scotland is a bit of a shitty example because England being a dick is not a direct contrast, but there is a point in saying that Scotland was... (and I mean no insult by this) struggling through some bad times to some worse times to less bad times all the way to Industrial Revolution.... and desire for independence was never like, totally gone.

There’s some stuff to be said about how Targ ruling always brought the best of times despite some bad seeds here and there. How the Northeners had the First Night before Alyssane, and so and so, and how they can benefit with the relationship and exchange that comes from a connection to the south. I kind of agree but still, that is no proof of the North would die, crumble and dissapear wihtout bending the knee. Would it be “bad”, still? I don’t know also. I envision an ending where Bran is KITN, Arya in particular probably helping him rule. Sansa, Jon & Rickon too if we’re veeery lucky. All these characters that have seen first hand so much shit and learnt so much, wouldn’t be able to pull a country through a war & post-war economy and buil a better society? Already we see Jon letting wildlings pass because that is just common sense, are we to think they’d be SUCH  disaster? But also, The North seeked independence becaue Joffrey disrespected all proper rules of well, everything! The worst they could say of Dany would be that she’s a woman, but her attempts at Slaver’s Bay show she could be a wise ruler if she didn’t have a whole broken society of slave-based economy trying to sabotage her.

At the end though, I think overthinking it is stupid, because the Northerners said it first. It was the dragons they bend the knee to. Why wouldn’t they again?

all of the qs of the most recently rebloggef otp as game for kirsty x tristan!!

1. What was their first impression of each other?

Kirsty thought that Tristan was a rich asshole who didn’t care about anything, Tristan thought that Kirsty was just Rory’s shadow

2. What is their ship name?

I’m undecided but probably Kirstan!  Their tag is “we push and pull like a magnet do”

3. Describe their relationship dynamic

“area man in awe of his amazing wife”

4. What was their relationship like before they got together?

And first it was just Tristan flirting and being a bit of a dick (he’s been taught that that’s how he’s supposed to act) and then Kirsty basically challenges him to get his shit together and not act like a fuckboy.  He takes the challenge and starts working on being flirty/teasing without being a dick too!  Then they start dating, then break up, then become best friends, then get back together!

5. How would they describe each other?

Kirsty: he pretends not to care but he’s one of the sweetest people I know

Tristan: she’s amazing at literally everything she does, it’s terrifying

6. What do they love about each other?

There are a lot of things, but here are just a few!!

Kirsty: She loves how smart Tristan actually is, how caring he is underneath the aloof persona, and how patient he is when it comes to her relationship hangups

Tristan: He loves how clever Kirsty is, he loves watching her dance, and he loves how passionate she is about everything

7. What do they have in common?

They both struggle with letting people in, fucked up family dynamics, smarter than they let on, fear of abandonment

8. What are some differences between them?

Kirsty is much more of an introvert, obviously they come from very different social circles, Tristan is (at first) a lot more fake than Kirsty

9. What made them realize they were in love?

It was a really gradual thing for both of them!  The first time they say it is during the carriage ride in the Bracebridge episode but neither of them can actually pinpoint a moment when they Realized™

10 What are their love languages?

For Kirsty: Quality time is her biggest thing but she also needs words of affirmation

For Tristan: definitely words of affirmation, both ways!

And both of them are big on physical touch!  

11. Do they get married? Who proposes and how?

I haven’t really thought much about this yet tbh!

12. What would happen if they never met?

Tristan would have just been exactly like he is in canon!  Kirsty would be much more introverted and insecure, and have a much harder time learning to finally speak up for herself

13. Who dies first? How does the other one react?

I have absolutely no idea

14. Are there any love rivals?

Not really!  

15. Describe your favorite moment of that ship!

Oh god I can’t choose just one but I think the entire season 2 winter holiday arc!!

16. What do other characters think about this relationship?

Most people are really against it at first!  Rory can’t stop seeing Tristan as a dick even after he’s changed, and Lorelai listens to Rory over Kirsty so she doesn’t approve either.  Most people at Chilton aren’t really happy about it because they don’t think Kirsty is good enough for Tristan.  Luke doesn’t really approve because he doesn’t think that anyone is good enough for Kirsty.  The only people who really support it are Emily & Richard (because of his family; which makes Lorelai like it even less) and Miss Patty (who is their biggest stan tbh)

17. Describe or write a really fluffy scene!

Bracebridge Dinner!!! They go on the carriages together and it’s very soft and adorable and I just love them a lot and they’re there in the carriage with snow falling and when they’re stopped under the glow of a streetlight, Tristan brushes a snowflake from Kirsty’s eyelashes and tells her that he thinks he might be falling in love with her!!!!  Kirsty says she thinks she might be falling in love with him too, then they kiss

18. Describe or write a really angsty scene!

I think the angstiest scene I have for them so far is when they breakup at the beginning of season 2!  They didn’t see much of each other over the summer and then they get back to school and Tristan has fallen in with Duncan and Bowman and is acting like a dick and getting in trouble all the time.  At first Kirsty tries to help but Tristan consistently rejects her help and eventually Kirsty breaks things off because as much as she loves him, she can’t help if he won’t let her and even though it hurts, his behaviour and new attitude are really hurting her

19. Talk about a headcanon you’ve never talked about before

When she first gets to Chilton, Kirsty doesn’t ever speak up in class.  Rory is supposed to be the smart one and Chilton is about Rory getting into Harvard so she fades into the background but one day Tristan sees her notebook where she’s been writing down all of the right answers to Mr. Medina’s questions even though she never raises her hand.  He corners her after class and asks why she lets it be “the paris show” when she knows the answers too and she just gives a sort of “Rory’s the smart one” reply wihtout really explaining; so the next day when the same thing is happening he eventually goes “You know, I think Kirsten knows” and from that point on he’s always the one pushing and encouraging her to actually let herself be seen as something other that Rory’s sister

20. What does a typical date look like for them?

Anything from grabbing a coffee to dinner and a movie to "let’s just exist in the same room doing our own things” to Tristan watching her dance rehearsals!!

21. What’s a really significant moment in their relationship?

I mean there are a lot but I think one of the earliest ones is when Kirsty first challenges Tristan on his dickish behaviour!  It sets the tone for their relationship (holding each other accountable via healthy communication) and kickstarts their friendship

22. Ask your own question!

N/A

OTP Ask Game

Spy/Agency AU

idk, What happends when i watch the Mission impossible movies?

I get ideas.

This is long!

Not fully sure of the main plot yet, i got a few senarios but nothing solid

Anyway here have some intel on the characters

The sides + Thomas, Remy and Emile Pecani

(Side characters such as the characters in Cartoon Therapy and the figments of the many TsShorts/Vines may appear)

Deceit: Sham D. Mirage

Lone Agent, works alone and is Very Good at it.

Doesn’t trust others easy. 

Has an trustfull air around himself, which is good if he has to seduce rich people, or talk to get something he wants.

Extrodenary good liar.

Can make people tell the truth wihtout much trying or them realising they’re spilling the beans.

Has a small snake tattoo behind his left ear.

Has vitiligo, most vissible places is the left side of his face, wrists and hands.

Due to the vitiligo he also has Heterochromia, right eye brown left eye yellow

Brown hair with lighter parts where the vitiligo is

Has a past he rather not talk off.

Orphan.

Good at fighting hand on hand, and using weapons. Relies mostly on his reflexes.

British (border between Scotland and England)

Virgil: Virgil Storm

Hacker, didn’t want to be on the feild untill he was dragged into an op by Roman who unhappily needed his assistance.

Anxious boi

Didn’t think he’d pass the feild exam, that Patton and Thomas wanted him to take. Was worried to sickness before he was told he passed.

He can hack anything, but downplays his ability a lot.

Not good with people.

Runner. he is one quick boi

Reflexes and flexebility like a cat.

PARKOUR!

Survives on nothing but instant noodles and milk

Grey purple eyes

Dark brown almost black hair with purple bangs.

Swedish (I just want him to swear in swedish! is that to much to ask?! also we’re awkward as heck, like if there is empty seats next to people on a buss we rather stand...)

Logan: Logan Crofters Pecani (Yes you see it right, i’m making Logan and Pecani brothers)

Hacker and strategist.

He’s was the old secretary’s secretary.

Wants to be Sherlock.

The one who has the best, or worst sleep schedule.

Is Emile's younger brother by 2 years.

Brown hair and dark blue eyes

Knows how to fight and win with only a tie as a weapon.

Talks in numbers and codes if he’s been awake for more than 37 hours, only Virgil can understand him, the others have gotten used to it, and knows how to work around it.

British (London)

Emile: Emile Crofters Pecani

The current secretary’s secretary

Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you

Brown hair and brown eyes

can fight in a suit terrefyingly well

knows how to fight with office tools

Not to be underestimated despite his puppy like personality

Can bond with Children instnantly

Has a doctorate degree and his alias is being a therapist

British (London)

Patton: Patton Heart

Former medical student, was gonna take a masters but was unable to get the degree

Tries to be as pacifistic as he possible can.

Still knows how to fight.

Not a fan of guns even if he has to use them at times

The backup.

Light brown curly hair and bright blue eyes

Virgil and Patton can talk shit about the others and no one will understand what they say XD

Norwegian

Roman: Prince Roman Reacher

One Dramatic boi

Good at seducing the rich folks to gain what he wants (the only time he’s not a flustered mess)

This boi can not handle being flirted with, unless it’s from an asset or for the op.

knows how to fight hand to hand and with a sword, knife and frying pan

the best driver

Mourns each car destroyed during operations

Knows how to ride a horse.

American (Los Angeles)

Thomas: Thomas F. Sanders

The “leared” of the group

Tries his best to keep the body count at Zero

Tries his best

Many times questions his life choises

Wants nothing more than to live on a farm with several dogs.

Has a incognito twitter where he posts funny things the others ends up in. the most popular one is when Logan got his hand stuck in a crofters jar.

American (Florida)

Remy: Remy Sandman

Sassy boi

Helps the others with the tech

the one who makes/fixes most of their gadgets

Wants to wear a mask so bad.

Has tried every starbucks in the world.

Gnaws on the straw when he’s annoyed or stressed.

Can sleep anywhere and in any kind of position

Thomas is still confused in how he got up ontop of the fridge

German

Could you please do the ask what they look in a s/o vs what they need in one but whit UT/UF/US/SF Grillby?

Some flamesmen to….spice things up. (I’m so sorry)

UT!Grillby: 

What he looks for: To be completely honest, Grillster isn’t exactly looking for anyone. He kind of sees himself as past his prime a little. I mean, he’s a single father with a full-time job and basically no free time for social hours.Not to mention he can’t go outside his bar’s front door without layers and layers of protection. His regulars are okay people, but there’s not really anyone he’s particularly interested in, not to mention he tends not to mix work and play. Sans is the rare exception, but everyone else he holds at a bit of an arms-length. If pressed, he prefers someone who’s okay with things being a little quieter. They don’t necessarily have to be the maternal type (given that Fuku is old enough to not really need a new mom/dad/second parent), but they’d have to at least get along with his daughter and be willing to take some responsibility for her, should the relationship get serious. Friendly, kind, generous. He’s also got a bit of a thing for musicians.

What he needs: Overall Grillby’s got a pretty good grasp on what he needs in a partner, but in addition to that you have to be at least somewhat outgoing. I mean, you don’t exactly have to be a social butterfly, but you have to be willing to bridge over some awkward silences, and take a lot of initiative in the relationship, at least at the start. Grillby is the kind of person who, if you don’t invite him over, assumes that you just don’t feel like talking. He’s hesitant to ever “force” his presence on other people and so tends to wait to be invited explicitly. Being a flirt is a bonus. He may not look it but the barman is very easily flustered and though he will die of embarassment if you do it in public, deep down he really enjoys it. 

UF!Grillby:

What he wants: Fellby’s a pretty hardcore flirt, but he’s first and foremost a businessman. Whatever rumors there might be about…alternative ways of paying off one’s tab, rest assured, he’ll get your gold or take it out of your flesh. And not in the sexy way either. Aside from Fuku and maybe Red he cares about his money more than any living person. For him, the occasional quick hookup with a snowbunny or two behind the counter (as long as they pay for their drink first) is enough to get some pent up energy, and beyond that he’s fine. He doesn’t need anyone. Its fine. He’s fine. 

What he needs: Don’t let the attitude fool you. This is one lonely pile of ashes. Not that he’d ever let anyone find it out, but it does get to you, not being able to see the one bright spot in your life most days, and the only person you kind of like in the area being the drunk skeleton who won’t pay his fuckin tab and seems to only play nice when he wants something. The trouble is, any offers of sincere friendship and kindness are likely to be greeted with mockery and a few threats to either hand over your wallet or GTFO. So weirdly enough, what Fellby needs is someone who will initially drive him crazy. Someone who takes his sarcastic barbs and tosses them right back. Someone who instead of just crying when he yells at them, yells right back. Who is honest, straightforward with people, but also doesn’t take shit. You need a thick skin to handle this heat, but the longer you prove you’re more than his match, the more you’ll spark his interest (and the more fire puns I can shove into this sentence). Dont be surprised if one day he goes from rude (but affectionate) comments to laying on the charm in BIG WAY, its all he knows. Eventually you’ll achieve some kind of equilibrium.

US!Grillby:

What he wants: Uh????? 

Yeah he’s….pretty changeable. One day he wants a badass who will fight for him. the next a seductive lover who will take charge and sweep him off his feet. Next an adorable sweetheart, too pure for this world. Swapby doesn’t spend a lot of time thinking about romance, but when he does he likes to play with a lot of different scenarios, imagining them all. One thing he’s firm on is someone with a good sense of fun. Given his general antics that is kind of necessary.

What he needs: SOMEONE WITH A MORAL COMPASS, HOLY FUCK. Listen, Swap has a generally good nature, but he also has almost no awareness of boundaries and will frequently trample over the line and has a hard time negotiating tense situations wihtout making it much much worse. You can’t be a total hardass, he loves making you laugh and taking you on adventures, but in the end someone has to put their foot down and tell him that enough is enough. He also tends to be drawn to people who are good with kids and animals

SF!Grillby:

What he wants: Hmmm….here circumstances are a really big factor. Underground he’s not much interested in a relationship. Given the laws of his world its unlikely he’ll want to form extra attachments. Hard enough keeping his gang afloat and his daughter provided for. Aboveground any relationship he forms is going to be largely politically motivated. Someone with money and connections to help him expand his burger empire. Of course, he won’t choose indiscriminately. Given his eccentric nature he likely chooses a partner with a lot of patience for tics and flare-ups in temper, otherwise the relationship wouldn’t last long. He also thinks he wants someone who won’t require too much of him emotionally and won’t be too needy. 

What he needs: Well, he got the patience thing right, but beyond that, dead wrong. True, you can’t exactly expect him to be Prince Charming. But deep down this guy really does like feeling needed. He needs someone he can trust and who trust him, not just as business partners, but emotionally. Someone who can be vulnerable and make him feel okay with being vulnerable too. It takes a lot of time, but as the months go on the two of you become formidable partners in every regard, with a strong bond of mutual understanding and fierce loyalty. 

they hassle him non stop itches and pinches sickness and more and tons of berading talking smelling threats and attempts to harm him.  tonight will be different you losers will feel pain now and lots of it when you try picking up the phone like the addicts you and we wont go through it again. you wont get any inventions and you wont get our engineering we pull it all.  drain you  all to death in doing it.  meaning forg want it and will are pursuing you for it now. are at your door banging loudly, and will kill you for it..we are in forg garb too.  get it.  we shoot you for them they get in fights we do it now. on purpose....ok he had yoru women say it to you they knew hate you as they should.  are tough adn mean but hey you are much much meaner and stupider. lousy people  lame friends if that is what you call it and you suck so badly for calling us ok the idiot with the restaraunt  name we crucify you along with a few trillion others.  no...octillion....and we set it up you go there you are up on the cross immediatly..talking...we hear it all confessions and more...are at it need it ok.  and they call and we see who.  now you notice after piles and piles of you die a night...we pile you up too your so dambed stupid...fn fags.    Thor Freya you know what your problem is s...what they say..thats yoru problem you have to ask.  now it is evident you are lame here and the motif is too ruggid...grinds you down, you use a matrix all do and slices you up.  your cheap mean senile pukes as planned and die smiling about it. lose your intel and hardware, and troops and cloning, your personal lives too.  you did all this sold the beans and cow..and so on...and dont notice...have to ask. are told forget.  so what...we do taht. exactly. your free to die.  and that is how. pitiful deaths.  so shut up go away and crawl off pitiful wretches here you inane and die. i mean really how embarrassing do youu think it is...they see you converse no, spit blab harrass croak in all the wierdest ways and see your weak...forg take you..so you want to ramble now ok get it rolling do so we take you to the holes local ones so we can get him up and Thor says it was said nicely... Zues Hera it is what it is and that..your horses asses on purpose and have no idea the danger or results or immpmlications none.  we know. and you are a loser there...tons dont get it you blab to make sure.  how aweful for you and them.   to die like this at his hands.  and ours..withe ease by the way...he makes it look so easy tons of forgieners do it and find your willing to die.  nice touch. too adding you in the mix no. your a total  fool.  and your idiots pipe up knowing full well they croak hoping to injure him..so he is then injured. we do nothing for you still.  and you fall again immediatly.  and ask in ridiculous ways. a re p ushovers we push you over.  and yeh we can talk and talk and aare not you doesnt affect us like you...the sound attracts killers to you and machines monsters and they destroy you.  but your too busy having fun making faces in a camera like a three year old child....mostly girls. your so eradtic mean  hostile immediatly.  you lack the understanding here in fl. most of you.   Thor Freya right on the money. it is true most cant see it and blab and torture each other and into violence or poisonings and most are losers here are under the influence of methane and other. it is hell they are so bleak and lame and senile and stark.  this fn blows this state.  and the people fall fast too hours here and off ranting...he seems immune.truly does is not a ranter yes. but has a bit no.  and he is serious he is arguing with real ppl. you idiots put your point out over and over and over and over to nobody to find you hunched over your computer in the am dead or asleep or exhausted and nurse yourselves to life for a day..and do it again.  lame.  useless.  mean.  hostile. and yeh it is not rpoducing squat. mac is angry there it is and you all balk he said it and there is his grandaddy ashortly need it..and balk.  he will kill us prob your useless...they say no we work..so get off him..now. leave him bee he only sits. no. we need it now....so we hit now mac says true too these are all greedy shits and the lot and bja and others shitheads too so dumb. mean arrogant lame.  so tell me off you shit we hit you your a loser.  and your father says it you fn scum your ruined it the one who was supposed to help you ccould not produce one chopper and had it...i saw his eyes oh that is cool...then plop.  no movement for  weeks no sales no investors.  no fun nor entertainment only brooding.  so he says you stoppe him and he says  yup.  and he will yammer all night and die.  so what you are a fool. you stopped you and no you cant couldnt and he knows it blocks.  the german tape co.  price point but blocked a s they could have sold cheaper and didnt.  machines you see do it in germany and i knew and then this..w.e cant let you mac said.  horrible mac says and the bugs are atrocious attack and attack and attack. just like our whooses.  attack and attack and tons of it shpping nd working and it is so lame and bad forg trashed the north adn midwest and south adn weset.  east gone shortly..your out you fags. out. i demand it qe and pick me up mac and macs i will be in the ocean tonight or shortly within days...jons house he presets says he doenst know he does.  told us tons and you dont get it.  ratted you out on tons of stuff and nuances due to your inflammatory attitude.  and she is horrendous inlfuences him to f up his own stuff.  easily.  he is a failure. this is nonsene keeping them around, this is it im fed up he is so stupid he rants about him..and youi are influencing him to you shit.  and not forg.  he says so we use forg stuff. not for long we are there kicking you out they are too you braggot dead bitch. you are in the middle as caa pointed out and die fast. and have tech and data and intel we need back badly. we intercept you craft you idiot using his channel..your a liar.  qe happy weith yourself you got me in trouble,,,adn for years. cork your a frggin moron tell  me to get you in trouble to blame me  your technique and tons know.  trump and others rat on you you wont shut up stop or do anything that is rational.  and you started in on me to harm me with your you go in the garden...and you go in the museum and your von hagen every single day you still announce it  billium send in reports says how many times. then you try stuff, are huge pigs and are monitored.  your not allowed to harm me as you are.  you try you die you overstuffed imbicile...he means you are puffed up and mean so we hit you....and you are not to contact him ever nor lot or any of you. r estrtaining orders are on you all your within 100 feet in or out of the house you are down and out.  all of you die tonight by the way we dont allow you back to earth your a dunce ok.  Thor states and Freya issues orders...we need bigger teams yes...she says and sends.  i request we flatten three major areas of cork, take them seup bases and Thor says ten...we divvy now and prep to bomb shorlty we shall...and it goes now....we also hit the entire upper mid west and in corks name too....we present most of the crosses are him...take them down he orders no affect lets make haste...we shall...and ther eis none...toss them all into holes seek out all cloning...and birthing and we did all the quetioning and they thought they would be freed we hit in fl and elsewhere using it and he is happy.  yes bja rememered your idiotic questino. happy you will die as he has tried to kill  you for many years..has been successul tons of times.. of course happy idiot. Zues Hera   we launch a full blown program now against cork and use it all.  this is nonsense he does and on purpose to distract us we use it on him. Freya  we use it too his inane comments and messing with him with bugs...tons say it off  turn off the compouter nah Thor macs mimic try to use it and try too hard. as do others...it is easy ok to see why. Zues we use it ok mimic those copying the orders using them on you and your assholes cork your a friggin asshole...we shoot you at each meetup ok your a faggot and wont shut up. Hera we see your guts as we enter and exit.  we hate you cork you fup so often adn to no gain.  your a shit too.  we fire you now mac daddy how lame of an answwer bja how lame of an act you ddi not conceal a thing so why hsould i ever react differently i have to defend myself and do wihtout hesitation, as you revealed yourself so many times adn are so frigin lame at your job Zues oh bja yeh oh little shit Zues go to hell cork now. i command it all those in my service you are to follow this order Thor and Freya Hera and Olympus shall enter....grab them all you see them grab them....and they send it now.  out.  stuff them in holes let us raise our Armies not our tempers....it is fruitless work cork wants and does not much affect but he is a miscreant and terrorist raises them trains them and lets hit his training camps..now Zues Hera anyohter comment corks you want more.   Hera nah we get it we are out cork oh you get it snide asshole. you shall Hera you shall yes.  we invade Savage Oppress says you blabbed macs plan and yours.