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iichaeyj · 2 years

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txt as minecraft dates . . . ♡

PAIRING: txt x gn!reader

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: the word "shit"

WORD COUNT: 0.8k

A/N: idk if any of the members play minecraft or not so this is all rlly my opinion as usual !! also i rlly rlly liked making this post, it's so cute <3

YEONJUN

ok i dont think yeonjun is the type to play minecraft often

so he would probably sorta still fumble around while he plays with you

like he'd try to give you a flower and accidentally punch you

i think for his minecraft date, you two would just play normal minecraft together while he says cheesy, romantic lines

like he'd make a dirt house for you and offer you bread while confessing his love

"this lava is almost just as hot as you ;)"

"you're being burned alive, yeonjun"

would also be the type to say he'd be your knight in shining armor as he tries to fight zombies

he's over here sweating as he attacks those skeletons while you're trying to mine iron

he tries so hard for you plz

and i think you two would probably end up with a small, cute home with a farm and stuff

and if you play together multiple times, he definitely leaves signs around that say stuff like "i love you" :((

he just likes u sm im gonna cry

SOOBIN

i think soobin would like minecraft

idk it suits his vibe

and i think he'd definitely try hard, too

your date would probably be laid back and wholesome <3

like he definitely spends a majority of the time farming potatoes and carrots

and he also likes giving you flowers

like lots of flowers

you'd build a cute little house together

very cottagecore very sweet 10/10

he probably lowkey likes to imagine that he's really building a home where you two can be together and live peacefully :(

i can also imagine him placing two beds next to each other and giggling

i also think he'd get like 50 bones and get a bunch of dogs so that he could protect you

just imagine a minecraft soobin and an army of dogs chasing after him

he's just so so sweet and his date would be so romantic <3

BEOMGYU

you two are definitely trying to beat the game

but he also probably isn't very familiar with minecraft in the first place

so he definitely tries to fight the first thing that looks at him funny (probably a zombie) and gets killed right away

i think like yeonjun, he'd claim that he's your knight

but he wouldn't realize creepers blow up and would die again

but yeah, once he figures things out, he's definitely rushing to beat the game

like i just imagine him jumping around caves trying to find diamonds and ender pearls and stuff like that

and i think he'd get pretty good once he understands how things work

and you two would eventually kill the ender dragon and win

he'd be so happy and smiley :(

tell him you're proud of him and he'll be so :D

he's so cute i cant

would probably ask for a kiss once you win, too

might play again just to see if he could beat the game faster

TAEHYUN

i just feel like he gets the game

he picks up on everything rlly easily

but he wouldn't really be interested in beating the game unless you wanted to

he just sorta likes exploring and you two would probably go around the entire world doing whatever

i can imagine you two in a boat looking for villages

he probably likes dealing with villagers even though their deals are shit

and for some reason, i think he'd be interested in potions, too ????

like idk

he's just a funky man (which i love)

he just wants to look around with you and have fun <3

and he'd like to give you things, too

he gives you flowers, healing potions, armour, etc

he'd do anything for you (plz just give me one chance)

idk if he'd really play the game often, but he likes anything as long as you do, too <3

HUENINGKAI

TELL ME HUENINGKAI ISN'T THE TYPE TO CONFESS TO YOU THROUGH MINECRAFT

like especially if you two really can't see each other often, he'd look up one of those tutorials and figure out how to do that railroad thing

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OkgbH4G8cto&ab_channel=AnxiousCynic

^^ this but obviously not a marriage proposal

i think he also rlly likes minecraft in general and would love playing with you

like minecraft dates are a normal occurrence with him

if he has the time, he probably makes cute houses and gardens and stuff for you, too

also another member who would love giving you flowers

and he probably has a dog and a cat, too

he understands the game and is ready to confess his love for you every chance he gets

he's so adorable??? gonna faint

and i just know he'd have a really good house (probably followed a tutorial but still)

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anlian-aishang · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 22: Threesome - Levi x Reader x Levi

“UHM UHM. For kinktober, can we be blessed with reader x Levi x Levi? Yes you read that right. Reader has a dream that there are two Levis. Inspired by a doujin I read once, ahhhhhhh plz and thank you 暗恋爱上”

“Me getting pounded by Levi while sucking Levi? Goals.”

I would like to thank those who helped me through this one. What an honor it was to be gifted this idea and request 🧡I hope you enjoy🧡

Word count: 1000

Tags: smut, levi x reader x levi, threesome, slight degrading, canonverse, fem!reader

Remember! Levi hates art theft.

One at your back and one at your front. One at your top and one at your bottom. Levi’s ankles anchored to the bed rail, his elbows propped beneath your thighs, his mouth at your sex - a thirst as if you were the last drink on earth, a passion that screamed: you’re all mine.

All his, but shared. As he lay at one end, he also lay at the other. Reclined, the curve of your back met his muscled abdomen, shoulders had pillows at his pecs. Calloused hands enveloped you, a tantalizing contrast made with your soft breast.

How can this be possible? A dreaming mind could make anything a reality, but at the same time, he was just that magical. Tonight, by a factor of two.

Not one lover, not one Levi, but two of him - all for you. A tongue to swipe your neck while the other traced your inner folds. Fingers that pinched your nipples and caressed your throat while also spreading you wide and keeping your hips pinned in place. It was twice the sensation and that much more overwhelming.

No wonder you crumbled so fast.

Heels dug into his back, your body straining for more, beckoning his tongue even deeper inside. Using his chest to push yourself forward, hands clasped behind his neck, writhing for his stability. Your body between them, identical eyes met each other in a perfect understanding: knowing just how desperate you were turning, knowing just how to tease you for it.

Another pinch and pull of your nipple, whispering in your ear, “So hard already, huh?”

Palm to your navel, your tummy in his grip, speaking against your sex, “Wet, too…”

From underneath sweat-coated bangs, Levi looked up to his partner. Your cream on his lips, a lazy swipe of his tongue savored some before he spoke, “I think she’s ready for you.”

More than ready. Please. Now. Levi…

You managed none of those words, only an arch of your back and a helpless whine. Ironically, that said it all.

In one instant, they had you on your hands and knees. Flipped over like a pancake, Levi at both ends. Hands in your hair and hands at your waist. Giving head to one, throwing it back to the other.

Positions more humiliating than this, you were pressed to imagine any. But even in this submissive pose, you held autonomy in your lust. A solid pink length glistened in his precum all thanks to you. At your opposite end, Levi slid in easily: the combination of your arousal and the saliva of his other. What an honor it was to win over Levi Ackerman, what an honor to have them both.

A girth that you struggled to wrap your mouth around. A length that you ached to harbor. A tip down your throat, a tip at your depths. Fulfilled at both ends, choking and cumming around him.

Even then, they showed no mercy. Fingernails scratched your scalp as he demanded more proximity. Your coughing and gagging brought no sympathy, only adding pleasure for him and sprinkles of praise for you.

Levi caressed your head in his hand, “That’s right. That’s it. Take it in…”

A spank on your ass to follow. Levi pounded even harder - his hip bones clashing into your curves, bruises would form come the morning. His length angled to meet all of your sweet spots. Hand reached over your shoulders to around your neck, “good fucking girl.”

Even better when you grabbed the base of his member, stroked in rhythm with your swallows, and gave him a sultry peek upwards. Eyelashes batting, feigned innocence.

Even better when you turned over your shoulder and met the eye contact behind you. Thighs pushed yourself back, bringing him even deeper than he could on his own.

Jaws fallen. Breathless pants and harsh gasps - so incapacitated from your pleasure, drawn out from the whore between them now. His cock in your mouth muted a chuckle. Smiling to yourself: that’s my good boy.

The reins stolen from their hands, both of their controls seized by you. Levi felt that hot rush of blood start to flood his groin. That lovely pressure finding a dam in his V. Twitches in his bitten lip. Spasms throughout his pumping torso, shivering arms, shaking knees. You noticed them all, and that was before the curses began to spill.

“F’Fuck….! Oh, f’uck me…!”

“Shit… oh, baby…”

Their paces grew erratic, and with them, you felt yourself tipping over the edge. Your inhales grew harder to achieve, a perfect lightheadedness to your dawning climax. Your g-spot slammed so rapidly, so repeatedly, you would remember this night for weeks to come.

Your toes curled, his pressed off the headboard. The air was a flurry of exasperation, your cries and his groans a melody to the harmonic knocks that would surely wake your neighbors.

In your dream, your bedposts knocked the wall. In reality, it was a fist on the door. Then, a familiar voice, too vivid to be imagined.

“Hey, Cadet!” Sharp raps on the wooden frame, “You awake yet?”

Stuck between two realms. You had heard him loud and clear, but in this limbo, your mind could not discern what was real and what was imagined. Face scrunched, wrist twitched, a sleepy moan the only reaction you could summon.

Outside your bedroom door, your captain crossed his arms and tapped his foot. Humanity’s strongest had his strengths, patience was not one of them, “Don’t make me come in there...”

“Better hurry up, sweetheart,” the one who knelt above you.

On the cusp of your ear. “If you don’t finish soon, you’ll have three of us on your hands.”

You supposed he was right.

And that you should try your luck.

“Captain, please… five more minutes?”

// Kinktober Year 2 Masterlist //

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi #levi ackerman #kinktober year 2 #anlian writes #my writing #alias's #levi x you #levi ackerman x you #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x y/n #smut #request #specials #spice rack

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wornoutmouse · 3 years

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Last one I promise to stop bothering you ahhhhh . Can we plz get a Iida Tenya (pro hero age) smut (I love this guy) like maybe you reader catching him jerking off can you imagine prim and proper tenya doing dirty things? And things get crazy after:) thank you for listening to the rambles of a crazy woman

Your wish is my command

We all know Iida has a big dick right?

And yes i looked up black hairstyles cause i just started doing my own hair leave me alone 🤚🏿

Dubious Consent, blackmail, squirting

Working for the Iida family was honest but harsh work. They strived for professionalism and didn’t allow mistakes, no matter how small. With each member holding a leading title in almost every section of Japan, it was a no-brainer that you would choose to work with them. The only problem was, your socially oblivious boss.

One would think that as the new Ingenium’s sidekick, you would have an insider’s look into his personality and lifestyle, but that was farthest from the truth. For the 2 years that you’ve worked alongside him, you had been kept at a distance and forced mainly to handle the paperwork.

According to him, until he was sure you could handle yourself on the field, you needed to stay away from danger. In hindsight, you would have understood that choice and would have been completely fine with it. However the fact you couldn't m could never learn to handle yourself in the feels if you were never allowed on the feels was a glowing contradiction

Spending time with your boss was informative yet draining. He always set an example of a good business deal and would always explain things you didn’t understand.

The downside however, was his obsession with the non-existent dress code. Since you don’t do any outside work lately, you never put on your hero costume. So i you were always dressed in normal clothes, and every last one of them he had something to critique about.

“Here’s your coffee Mr. Iida.” The bluenette man hummed his appreciation and you turn to sit back at your corner desk.“Miss L/n….”

You tense, preparing yourself as the sound of his chair scraping against the hardwood floors announced his incoming presence. His heavy footsteps loomed closer until he stopped just barely behind you.

Your legs are kicked apart and you find your boss kneeling below you with a measuring tape. “I am appalled, your skirt is 4 centimeters away from the recommended 5 inches above the knee, we do not run a brothel here, please respect the code Miss L/n!”

You sighed, it was best to just go along with his antics. “Yes, Mr. Iida, I’m sorry for my ignorance.” As you bowed you faintly heard a small choking sound and Iida’s hands grabbed your shoulders to raise you back up. “I’ll have none of that bowing, it was a simple mistake.” He pushed up his glasses before stiffly walking back to his desk.

When he came back into view, his face was slightly flushed from what you assumed to be the heat, “I am printing something in the room below, do you mind getting it for me?” You nod and headed out the door. It may have been your imagination but you could have sworn you heard a faint curse word coming from your boss’s mouth.

Reaching the lower room was quick and effortless so you sat and waited for the presumed paperwork Iida was printing. Many of your coworkers passed you with pitying looks that you did your best to ignore. You knew that this life was not one strived for by an aspiring hero but you couldn’t just up and leave.

Your head began to itch slightly. Why is it taking so long to print? While you pondered the situation, you watched a short woman walk up to the copy machine and begin copying her own set of work. You felt your eye twitch, there wasn’t anything even programmed to print.

You stood up and quickly made your way back to your office. Stepping inside, you look blandly at your enclosed room. The memory of your boss's large windowed room flashes through your mind and you decide to work out there instead.

As you walked to the door that connected your office to his, you tilt your head curiously as a loud muffled growl comes from inside. "F-Fuck yes, suck that cock!"

His voice was guttural, and the words were something you would never dream of him saying. But what stuck out to you more was where it was all happening. I know this man ain't screwing at work!!

Without thinking you barge into the room and your jaw drops at the sight.

Sitting in your chair, was your boss, Tenya Iida. His hair was disheveled and his suit was reduced to nothing but his white shirt and open slacks. He was flushed from the neck up and sweat had accumulated in his brow.

Held tightly in his right hand was his dick and it was just as dodged as him. It was also bigger than you imagined

….not that you even imagined it in the first place.

Angry blue eyes dart up to look at you through low hanging bangs and you realised you had been staring. "This is uh… Sorry!" You internally cringe at the fact you stuttered.

As you turn around to leave, you are restricted by Iida's voice. "Stop." Almost as if in a horror movie, you turn back to him slowly and it takes all your willpower not to look down as he had shamefully left his manhood out.

You press yourself against the door as you watched Iida remove his glasses and place them on your desk. "It's rude not to knock Miss L/n." You swallow shallowly when he raises a finger to motion you forward and for a moment you lose all rational as you soon found yourself standing in front of him.

His legs were spread wide open and his dick looked like it was ready to bust any moment. The tip had become an even darker red hue, contrasting ironically with the trimmed layer of dark blue curls nestled at the base.

Despite the situation, the man before you sat looking rather relaxed. He slowly rolled up his sleeves and you caught sight of swirling tattoo sleeves wrapping around each bicep. "Come closer Y/n, I promise not to bite very hard."

He had never used your first name before and that seemed to compel you to move closer, allowing him to use your wrist to place you in-between his legs. "There is a very important rule that I have yet to teach you in the world of business."

The trained look he had focused on you left no room for argument as one of his large hands easily wrapped around your upper thigh. A shiver runs up your spine as his thumb strokes your skin slightly under your skirt. "When one has even an ounce of blackmail against you…"

Iida grabs the front of your blouse and uses it as leverage to tug you to the ground. Down there, fingers gingerly comb through your freshly dyed Nubian Twists, "... you need to blackmail them as well, fair trade and all that."

The grip in your scalp tightens and you feel your eyes slightly water at the sharp sting. The other hand still holding his cock, positions it towards your full lips as a silent order. Salty precum covers your mouth and your tongue darts out to lick it off. The sight was porn worthy.

Before you got too carried away, you decided to see how far you could push him. You bring your hands to softly wrap around his member as you gauged his response. "If I agree to this arrangement, what will I get in return?"

Iida sighed as you licked his dick starting from the balls to just below the top, "What do you want, a raise?" You shake your head and kiss a thick vein traveling along his shaft. "I want to work out there, as your official sidekick."

You could tell his patience was running thin as his hips twitched so you wrapped your mouth around the top, pressing the flat of your tongue against the slit. Iida looked down at you, teeth nibbling roughly on his bottom lip. "Why...ah~ why should I let you work anywhere near me after this!?"

In a bout of anger, you accidently let your teeth drag down the sensitive skin. Iida's eyes roll to the back of his head in such a way that you couldn't pinpoint it as a result of pain or pleasure. "I can easily report your victimizing and unprofessional behavior to HR."

Iida's eyebrows furrowed and he yanked you off of his cock. You stand up shakily before being slammed against his glass table. "You got a lot of nerve, making demands yet you're the reason I was being so unprofessional."

Iida slides down to his knees and raises your skirt over your plump ass. You internally groan as you remember the matching baby blue lingerie you were wearing, that was not going to help your case. Iida slaps your right asscheek nice and hard making you moan softly. "Who is this for?"

You decide to play into it, you sway your hips a little and stick your butt out closer to his face. "It's for me, myself, and I." Iida pulls at your panty strap before letting it snap back. You had to admit it stung. Giving attention to your other cheek, a tan hand takes hold of it and squeezes hard.

"And if I let you work with me, what is my reward?" Iida uses his teeth to pull the fabric of your underwear away from your hidden prize. You hummed as if in thought, "Good karma?"

Lips wrap around your clit and suck hard, "Sorry that's not good enough for me." You grind back on his face and relax on his table more. His hot tongue massaged and prodded your lips and clit, but never got close to being inside of you.

"Working as a pro hero is karma filling in itself, but it is stressful. Not enough time for personal focus."

Iida sucked on two of his fingers before siding them up and down your slit, taking extra time to teasingly delve past your opening before retreating just as fast. You groan, "What do you want me to do, suck your dick under the table on weekends?!"

Iida hums as he joins his mouth along with his fingers. You sigh as his large middle finger finally breaches you and sends soothing sparks throughout your body as it rubs against your walls. The combined stimulation of his hot tongue against your clit, and his even warmer fingers barely grazing against your g-spot had you in pure ecstasy.

"As convenient as that sounds, if someone were to find out we'd be in a lot of trouble." At this point you're bouncing back on his fingers giving Iida a show as your pussy squelches around his fingers. Your mouth hands open in soft pants, fogging up the clear glass below you.

Iida stand up as he continues to finger fuck you in the same rythm as he pumps his cock. "How about dinner and we see how that goes? Let's be professional." You side your clenched fists down your sides as Iida removes his fingers and replaces them with his dick.

You wait in anticipation for him to fuck you but he stands completely still, and you then realise that he was waiting for an answer. "You don't think it's a little too late, dinner comes first you know?!"

As much as Iida loved your banter, his dick was so fucking hard that your joke only agitated him.

Leaning over you, he places one hand on the glass table while the other takes hold of your hair, jerking it back. You hiss as your scalp burns for a moment, but that small pain was replaced with a greater one as teeth sank into your shoulder. "If your going to be sidekick material, that attitude is going to have to be worked on now stop testing me before I fuck it out of you."

You roll your eyes and grind down on his dick making him moan, "Fine sergeant dick, I'll be your little trophy wife, in return let me work for once, I didn't go to school for nothing damnit."

Your hair is released so much quicker than you expected that you almost hit your head on the table. Iida chuckles darkly, "Wife? Trophy slut would be a better word for it." Another harsh smack was delivered to your burning bottom, but he was satisfied after long last.

His hips finally press firmly against you as the full length of him is accepted with your pulsating core.You try to talk through the discomfort, "My ring better be huge after this."

Iida laughed sympathetically as he kissed the dark bruise forming from where he bit you. "The biggest money can buy."

The stretch began to feel pleasurable as his thrusts got faster. As a result of course you could feel yourself getting louder as well. "Faster!" Iida grunted as he held your waist to balance himself. Underneath the sound of the wobbling desk, your low groans are heard as the slapping of skin soon becomes more incessant.

"I've been waiting to fuck this lewd bottom for months! Parading around in all them damn form during outfits!"

The feeling of your bosses cock pumping in and out of you was overwhelming as he was ruthless when it came to chasing his own pleasure. Your legs trembled themselves closed, as you received another harsh slap to your ass. By the time this was over, you were sure you were going to be unable to sit.

On the other end, Iida was deeply pleasured by the sight of your ebony skin shaking from the force of each thrust. That's why it was unsurprising when a high pitched moan that most definitely wasn't yours fills the room.

"Ah, yes, I'm going to cum so deep inside of you, I can right? Pretty please!?" The man was practically whimpering as his cock twitched inside of you. If you were honest, you couldn't even answer as you feel his cum fill your insides. Even so, you felt your toes curl as he kept going.

"Come for me Miss L/n!" The shakiness that seeped from his voice as he fucked himself into an overstimulated mess was adorably pathetic. You do your best to reach in between your legs and stimulate your clit.

As you get closer, your cute hole tightens like a vice around Iida's cock and he finds himself coming again in quick spurts just like before. He was unable to take anymore stimulation and weakly pulled out of you before pumping the fingers in your wet heat. "Come on, cum on my fingers Miss. L/n."

You while loudly as you rub your clit faster and like a large wave, an orgasm crashes down on your body making s clear liquid spew from your cunt, wetting the floor.

#black y/n #blackreader #bnha headcanons #mha #bnha x black reader #mha smut #iida x black reader #iida smut #iida imagine #semi public sex #iida x reader

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 4 years

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Horse info 101

A horse girl’s guide to the basics for fic writing with an important and lively horse involved:

This got kinda long I’m kinda sorry but not at all lol

There's three basic gaits (speeds with different patterns of hoof-fall/leg movements

Walking is the slowest and is a four beat gait, meaning each foot hits the ground at a different time. Usually the same pace as a walking human when the horse is calm. Some breeds can walk HELLA fast though. Most horses will fill the same spot/hole where their front hoof was with their back hoof on the same side. If they overstep they clip their fetlock (joint lookin bit above the hoof) or pastern (bit between the hoof and fetlock) and can injure themselves.

Now trotting. The middle gait, a person can jog next to a trot at a comfortable pace but if you push them a little horses can trot faster than your average HS track endurance athlete. Once again some breeds can trot HELLA fast. This is a two beat gait in that two diagonally opposite legs are moving in unison. In some english saddles (I’ll get into that later if we have class time) it’s easier to post while the horse is trotting rather than sit for the gait. That just means you stand up in the irons (stirrups on an english saddle, we’ll also cover that later) at the same time that one of the front legs moves forward.

Also, see how the trotting horse’s head looks? That’s how they travel when they’re relaxed and attentive. The tucked head thing you see Roach doing is because there’s tension on the reigns and Henry learned to ride for an english seat not a western pleasure seat (might get into those but they’re really not important)

Time for the Canter/Lope. This is a three beat gait so that means two legs are moving in unison and the other two are not. Horses canter/lope fast. This is the go-time gait. Some performance/dressage horses are trained to canter extremely slow but if we’re talking transportation trained horses they’re not gonna be that kind of slow. Your average human is not gonna be able to keep up with this for long if at all. This varies in speed too. There's a rather casual canter seen in the gif directly below, then below that is the balls to the wall canter/lope that most horse people just refer to as a run. That’s as fast as they can go.

Basic tack names

Halter + Lead/Lead Rope - these can be made of rope, leather, nylon (more modern) but the halter is generally used for leading and tying.

Bridle - this is the one that you use while you ride, it holds the bit in their mouth. There’s millions of different types of bridles but they’re usually made out of leather even now. sometimes you get rope/nylon ones but I don’t trust them.

Reins - connect to the bit and you use them to steer and control speed. Horses trained in western or one handed riding will ‘neck rein’ which means if you move your hand to the right and the left rein brushes their neck they will move to the right.

Bit - the metal piece in the horses mouth. most english riding bits are broken (joint in the middle) and most western ones are solid. there’s a gap behind the horse’s front teeth and that’s where the metal sits. Some horses have smaller mouths than others and do better with solid bits because the ‘broken’ ones will hit the top of their mouth and hurt. There’s also things called ‘shanks’ on some bits which are just longer pieces of metal that attach to the sides of the pieces in their mouth and point downward. This gives the rider more leverage and makes any tug on the reins stronger. (google “Horse bit shank” if this doesn’t make sense)

Saddle - you sit in it. simple right? wrong. There’s two main types of saddles, Western - with the horn like you see in the running gif, and English- the loping gif without the horn. The saddles used in the Witcher look like the pre-english saddle versions but the basic parts you need to know are the same. The part where you ass goes? that’s the seat. the part right in front of your crotch? That’s the pomel. that’s your ‘oh shit handle’ if anything goes screwy (other than the mane). The part that sticks up and keeps your ass in place? That’s the cantle. I like western saddles SO MUCH MORE but i also grew up mainly riding western so im biased.

Stirrups/Irons - stirrups and irons are where your feet go. In western saddles they’re called stirrups and they’ve got wider decorative leather flaps (called fenders, also originally added to protect trousers/legs from the horse sweat and the buckles of the cinch) and on english saddles they’re called irons because they are usually made of iron and rather slim. Geralt’s irons look pretty similar to modern ones, slim leather straps, minimal iron (or steel or any other strong metal really). Traditional english riders have knee high boots like you see in regency costumes which removes the need for the fenders like on western saddles.

Cinch/girth - this is what keeps the saddles on. You take a strap and attach it to one side of the saddle, run it under the belly right behind their front legs and attach it to the other side. Its usually made of a strong fabric with wool or some kind of softer lining for western riding. English riding uses a leather one most of the time though this horse girl hates them because they’re harder to cinch up. English saddles use buckles while Western saddles use another leather strap to run through the chinch/girth buckle and you either tie it off or use it like a belt.

Chest strap - this keeps the saddle from sliding backwards. It’s attached to both sides of the saddle by buckles and between the front legs its attached to the cinch/girth. this is pretty universal but not always used. Geralt uses one though.

Saddle pad - goes under the saddle to protect the baby’s back and whithers (spot where the neck meets the back and the mane ends)

Tacking up and untacking takes time. This is usually 5-10 minutes when done at a leisure pace and done right.

Basic grooming

Brush down before tacking up - you don’t want stuff chaffing the pony while you ride

brush after untacking- helps clear skin of irritants and feels nice

Shedding scraper/curry comb to get rid of shedding hair - if you want a pic of these just google them I think I’m close to the pic limit for my post.

HOOF PICK - keep the baby's feet clean and clear if rocks so they don't bruise but also so nothing get infected

Yes, plz brush their mane it gets MATTED - a hairbrush works but a wide tooth comb is best

Horses roll to itch their backs and clean off, sounds counterintuitive with the dirt but it works

Shaving a little spot for the bridle to sit is pretty modern but it's easier for everyone involved

Horse Colors- guys roach is not brown she’s a chestnut color

The only thing I have to add to this is that the “Leopard” one is called “appaloosa” in the US at least, and “Pinto” is also reffered to as “Paint” and there’s all sorts of different patterns that you can see. also i want a buckskin so bad. yes i was obsessed with Spirit as a child why do you ask?

Travel care of your babies

Horses CAN and have subsisted off roadside grasses and grazing at night BUT it's good for them to get a lil something extra ESPECIALLY if you’re keeping them in a stall at night where they can’t graze.

Hay and grains like cracked wheat, oats, barley and the like are commonly found in horse feed. Also a lil drizzle of molasses is chock full of calories and all my horses LOVE the taste.

also while we’re talking food: some horses cant keep all the juice/bits in their mouth when they eat apples (we fondly call it making applesauce) or other treats/veg. Yes it gets all over your hand, yeah its kinda gross, but there’s worse things.

Shoes. Babe's need horse shoes. Especially if they're walking over rocks and roads.

Throwing a shoe (when it comes off on accident) is painful sometimes and if left un-dealt with can affect their joints and spine. Imagine walking around in one heeled shoe and one athletic shoe all day. Ow.

On that note though, on lighter travel seasons it's nice to give their hooves a break from shoes (also cheaper)

Horse moods:

horse mood ear chart here: I cant add much tbh

If a horse is comfortable/happy/relaxed they will ‘chew’ on nothing. Just kina a little lip smack type deal. My horse’s bottom lip would hang a couple centimeters below his top one when he was relaxed and I would put my chapstick in it while I fussed with other things.

When a horse is uncomfrotable/scared/tense their lips get sealed tight. I call it ‘fish butt lips’ bc they’re watertight and NOTHING is getting in there.

Stamping hooves can be a few things. Antsy and ready to roll, nervous, deadass scared, or playful/excited.

A full whinny is communication - saying hi, warning, scared, etc.

the really soft whinny is called a nicker and its my favorite sound okay? that’s little soft communication and its usually reserved for times when they’re comfortable.

When they’re really relaxed they’ll cock one of their back legs kinda how we shift our weight to one hip.

general fun facts:

Some horses fake limp when they don’t want to work bc they are lazy and smart and realize their person will get off and check them out and maybe even give them a rest.

You do a preliminary leg injury test by running your hands slowly over their legs and checking for hot spots - inflammation caused by injury is warm

Basic horse saftey is never stand directly in front of the horse if theres a possibility of spooking, if you’re gonna walk behind them walk out of reach of their hooves or right up against that ass. If they cant get a good wind up it wont do as much damage (on that note though I rode/trained horses for 18 years and was only kicked once by a foal).

It’s kinda common sense not to walk/sidestep between your horses legs and under their belly but we do it all the time bc its a trust thing? adrenaline? its fun?

laying on your horse’s back sans saddle, and facing their butt is so nice okay, that ass is soft and cushy and perfect for a nap. I miss laying on my horses while they ate like this every damn day.

Horses can sense your moods. Not unlike the whole ‘witchers smelling you’ thing. They can feel a difference in the tension on the reins and in your posture when you’re tense or relaxed.

Some horses will take care of their riders, some are absolute shits and push the limits for funsies. Some horses will only behave for people they’re used to too. Some horses have trauma from being mistreated and will have triggers kinda like people do. We had a horse who would freak the fuck out if anyone walked around with a red had but as soon as you took it off she was the most level headed horse we had.

A good portion of horses (Who aren’t scared of children) will behave better with kiddos or novice riders because they feel they’re nervous.

If they hurt while they’re moving they usually limp but sometimes they’ll buck. It’s their defense mechanism.

Horses can’t sleep for too long laying down because their body weight will collapse their lungs. Most horses sleep standing up.

They can sit like a dog and it’s hella cute.

Stung by bees? Most horses will take off at a dead sprint bucking and hopping unless you’ve done a lot of trust work/training with them

They also run and jump and buck and rear to play.

If theres two horses in a pasture together one will chew at the other’s whithers (or anywhere else) to ask them to scratch them the same way. its very cute and they sometimes try this with people.

horses hug. I cry.

the whole deal with the rider/horse relationship is it’s a mutual trust you’re building. They let you sit on their back and do weird shit and you trust them not to throw you.

Thank you for coming to class today! If there’s any questions feel free to message me! I’m not kidding I wanna answer your questions and I miss my horses so this is fun for me.

@elliestormfound here it is boo! lol

#the witcher #fan fic #writing tools #horse girl geralt #horse girl solidarity #this got out of hand but what can i say

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feral-fuqboi-danny · 3 years

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En cachette

Meg x Frank (18+ suggestive)

It will become very explicit later on

So I decided to randomly start this fic at midnight so, if there are errors, well, 😉. Anyway, I'll have this beta's hopefully and put up on my Ao3 after I write some more. PLEASE let me know if you guys like it. I have like 0 motivation to do things so plz leave a comment if you like it at all or I'ma take forever on this 😭

This work is for @bloodiedrunner

Living with your three best friends is cool and all, at first, but then you see each other too much and you start to hate their habits and....and....ugh!

"Holy shit, Julie, how fuckin long does it take to curl your hair!? I need to shower! can't you do that shit in your room or something?"

The sound of makeup clattering and the curling iron being set down is all Frank hears before the door is swung open. "I told you I'd need the bathroom to get ready for my date tonight!"

"Okay well I didn't think that meant three hours. I'm meeting up with Meg, and I reek of sweat from practice."

"Oooh, our leader out to see that girly he likes hmmm?" Says Joey as he smacks Frank on his shoulder.

"Go fuck Susie or something, Joey, I ain't in the mood." Frank snarls, and that sure as hell gets everyone's attention, especially the younger of them all as she steps into the hall from her room.

Susie's face lights up, red as a tomato.

"W-what!?" She feigns ignorance.

"Y-yeah man what do you mean? Suz is just a-" Joey starts but Frank cuts him off.

"What? You two just moaning and groaning at 2 AM as besties or what?"

Joey looks away and ignores the situation as he pulls Susie back into her room with him. Meanwhile, Julie just looks dumbfounded.

"Oh my goodness I knew it."

"Yeah, we solved the case of the horny college students, now move it." He groans at her, just as his phone goes off.

"shit."

He answers in a softer tone than he usually uses. "Hey cutie."

A giggle comes through the other end. "Hey handsome, ready? I'm downstairs."

Frank sighs, "Shit, no.... we're going to your place yeah?" He debates for a minute. "Meg? can I shower at your place? Jules was taking up the bathroom." Frank says as he glares at his friend, to which he gets a nasty look and her sticking her tongue out at him in return.

"Oh, uh, sure." Meg says, sounding a bit shy about it.

"Thanks, I'll grab my shit and be right down."

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Meg's mom was always sweet, even if sometimes Frank had to reintroduce himself with her always forgetting. At least Meg's dog remembers him. One piece of pepperoni pizza and they were bros for life.

Once Meg helps her mom to bed Frank heads for the shower and tries not to take long.

Coming out smelling like oranges and a hint of vanilla wasn't his usual but it was better than ball sweat after two hours in the blazing heat. He wanted to impress Meg, not gross her out....though maybe he should stop having burping contests with her if that's what he wanted. Nah it's fine.

"Ooh, you smell fruity." Meg teases as he walks in to her room, dressed in sweats and an old band t-shirt now.

"I'm only half fruity, baby." He winks. Okay yeah that was lame but her laugh was worth it.

"Pft, come here, movie is starting." She motions for him and Frank leaps on to the bed, tackling her and grabbing at her sides to tickle her until she begs for mercy.

"W-wait, AH! Frank! No!!! hahaha!"

"Gotta gimme a kiss first, you know I could do this all night, ey?" Frank giggles right back, intent to trap her under him until he gets what he wants.

"Aah! okay okay!" Meg pulls him close and kisses him softly.

Frank hums against her lips and deepens it.

"Mnh, babe, wait, what if my mom isn't asleep yet?" Meg looks up at him with an adorable pout and those pretty eyes.

"Then we gotta be quiet." Frank whispers as he puts a finger to his lips.

That gets Meg smiling. "You're a dork." She says with a whisper of a giggle while her hands travel down to the hem of his shirt, pulling the fabric up and over his head.

..........

To be continued!

#dead by daylight #dbd #frank morrison #the legion #meg thomas

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omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts · 4 years

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Take Me, I’m Yours ♡

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: You’re the baby of the group, a twenty something year old fire goddess and the untouchable sister of Thor Odinson, your sworn protector and overbearing brother. It's the fourth of July which means it’s Cap’s birthday, your long time teammate, but when an unexpected guest arrives, things don’t go according to plan.

A/N: oof I haven’t written in forever it seems, I’m sorry I’ve been so busy I hope you guys enjoy this ik I did writing it, this is set after Endgame but Tony and Natasha survived because I WANT THEM TO and I have never really written a Steve Rogers fic or at least in a long time cause I’m watching Avengers on Disney plus rn and it’s a lot be gentle and plz leave feedback it warms my heart and make my day I also crave validation

Warnings: slight angst, loads of fluff, cheesiness, sexual tension, tropes, violence, men being touchy, assault, language, smut, rushed writing, get ready

Steve is golden. You’re coal black, despite innocent appearances, you’re dark with jagged edges, but your blood is radioactive, glowing with power, just like your brother Thor. But that is what you two share, you and Cap, you’re both broken.

You’re the baby of the team, young, pink pouted lips, big, doe eyes that get you what you want, round face, flushed cheeks, ample curves, and honey suckle voice, velvet like your y/s/c skin, woven with power and fire.

You’re strong, smelling of a forest fire in the depths of winter, burning embers and cedar.

He sees this, all of it, like you admire his broad shoulders, hard muscle, all strength and statue, he’s Apollo, a Greek god made of heat, brick, and mortar. He’s let his chestnut hair grow out slightly, hanging over his face, enough to run his fingers all the way through, a rugged, barbaric beard you want to tug on into submission.

The goddess and the god-like man.

But he can’t have you.

---

You separate Thor’s hair into three strands, tugging them into a braid as you both watch the meeting planning Captain’s birthday party. Thor winces at your harsh pulling, trying to make it tight.

“For Odin’s sake, sister, be gentle,” he curses under his breath.

“You want it to last, don’t you? Stop being such a baby and let me work, remember I hold all the power here,” you continue, rolling your eyes with a hint of a smile. “God of thunder can’t handle getting his hair done, how ironic.”

“At least I have a soul.”

“I will light you on fire.”

“You two, stop bickering or I’ll put you on clean up duty,” Stark reprimands.

You roll your eyes, “Kiss my ass, Stark.”

You make the mistake of making eye contact with Steve from across the conference room, lips slightly parted subconsciously when his eyes, a darkened, stormy blue with lightning striking his irises, are drawn there, perfect pink mouth, resembling a rose petal in full bloom. He folds his arms over his chest and looks away while you duck your head down, embarrassed.

He’s hot and cold when it comes to you, longing glances when he thinks you’re not looking, silent, lustful touches on your waist when he passes you, an occasional wink when no one is around, flirting with you, a conversation or two at the crack of dawn when it’s just you two on the balcony, painted with gold and auburn from the sunrise. But other times he avoids you, going out of his way to be anywhere you’re not, cold words and stares that shiver you down to nothing but your bones, leaving you bare and he won’t even take the time to look at you, your undoing by him. He’s quiet around you at times like he’s hiding something.

Thor looks at you with a face of disgust and you pull his hair.

“I propose an idea when it comes to my party,” Cap raises his hand, looking at Tony.

“By all means, birthday boy, let us hear it,” Barton chimes in, Natasha casting him a look meant to kill.

“We don’t have it.”

“Proposition denied,” Tony says. “This is happening, and frankly, we could use the good press after the world nearly ending.”

“And celebrating that with a party is your idea of good press?” Bucky leans his weight against the doorway, Sam letting out a small chuckle.

“Hey guys we, as a human race, were all almost completely wiped out by the jolly purple giant but let’s forget about that by celebrating Captain America’s birthday that none of you are invited to,” Sam mocks. You giggle despite yourself, looking at the floor while tying off Thor’s braid, Natasha elbowing your ribcage playfully for encouraging them.

“Maybe I just want to throw a party,” Tony scoffs. “Sue me.”

“Believe me, if we could, we would,” Clint looks up at him with raised eyebrows.

“I’d be so fucking loaded,” Bucky whispers to Sam.

Sam lets out a deep sigh, “Tell me about it.”

“Y/n... what do you think?” Tony asks, letting out a deep sigh, pinching the space between his brow with his fingers.

“What do you mean?” you look up, admiring the french braid you did on your brother, smiling to yourself before looking back up at Stark.

“About the party? What we’ve been talking about for the last half hour?”

“Oh I wasn’t listening...” you chuckle, looking at Steve from the corner of your eye, his lips turned up. “I um... well I think we should have a small party with all of us and friends, just enough to draw attention from the right people. We can fire up the grill and light a campfire, roast some s’mores... light fireworks, of course,” you trail off with a laugh.

Steve cracks a smile. “I like her idea.”

“That... sounds perfect, actually,” Natasha looks at you then to Tony.

Tony sighs, but he wears a large smile, adorning his face, “Meeting adjourned.”

---

You paired a baggy striped winter sweater with a pair of black jeans, tight and fitted to your curvy figure, definitely not going unnoticed by Steve, eyes outlining the curves of hips, thighs, dips, and soft round shapes on your body, plump and attractive. He watches you move to the music Tony blasts on his speakers, night just settling in on the sky and painting it black, sun peaking upon the horizon to say hello.

Natasha hands you a bottle of beer, condensation coating your hand, sweat there too, but the cold night is seeping in and you shiver, “Thanks,” you smile graciously.

“Have you... you know-” she demonstrates a crude sexual gesture and you scoff. “With you know yet?”

“I want to tell him I like him first,” you explain, taking a gulp of your liquor and feeling the cool bubble tingle your tongue and throat. “Not just fuck him and be done with it... I want more than that.”

“How romantic.”

“I’m serious, Nat. I really like him and he...” you look at her with begging eyes and she sees that you’re sincere. “He wants nothing to do with me.”

“You know that’s not true.”

“Do I?” you look at the ground, chuckling dryly, nursing your beer. Your hands heat up, something that happens when you grow nervous, your powers light up, literally, a fight or flight reflex for survival. Except now anxiety from a crush.

You shake your head, taking a larger sip, “He’s so hot and cold.”

“That can be true, but the ways he looks at you...” she hums. “That can only be described as hot,” she snaps her teeth jokingly and lets out a giggle, officially buzzed.

“You’re ridiculous,” you laugh, getting in the party spirit once again. “He doesn’t-”

Your interrupted when an old friend appears in your view and he waves in your direction, Timothy, a S.H.I.E.L.D agent from your starting days here on Earth with your brothers. He trained you alongside Fury before S.H.I.E.L.D and HYDRA fell, and you turned to the Avengers when they offered you a position alongside Thor. He did, however, have a temper and you and many others were sure Timothy had a crush on you for a long time, your fears of losing your colleague becoming a reality when he asked you out and you had to reject him, because you’d already fallen for Steve. He didn’t take it well at the time and you haven’t spoken since.

“Hey, Timothy,” you smile warmly, politely, moving to return his embrace, he squeezes you tightly, one hand holding a beer and the other wrapped around your waist. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, Tony invited all the old S.H.I.E.L.D members, not the HYDRA ones, of course, but I decided to pop in,” he flashes a grin. “And Fury’s over there cutting up a rug,” he points to where Fury is being taught by Peter Parker how to floss.

You laugh and force a believable smile, “It’s good to see you.”

He looks you over not-so-subtly, something both you and Natasha catch, “It’s really good to see you, too. I’ve missed you.”

You smile, a little anxious all of a sudden, especially when you begin to smell the liquor on his own breath and how grabby his hands look to become, reaching out to touch your waist. You move his hand away, uneasy.

Natasha frowns and moves to take his hand off of you, “I think you’ve had a little too much to drink there, buddy. Why don’t you go sit down?”

“Maybe you need to sit down, I’m talking to y/n,” he rips his hand back. “Mind your own business, bitch.”

“Talk to me or touch y/n like that again and I’ll break your fucking hand,” she seethes through her teeth and sets down her drink.

Shit, shit, shit.

Steve sees the commotion over everyone else talking and chatting, paying no mind to the altercation between you, Natasha, and Timothy. He catches the look on your face, retreating into yourself as Nat rips him a new one, pointing a finger into his chest. He walks over, pushing his way through friends, all out here on Tony’s terrace, past the grill but people keep stopping to talk, anger brewing in his chest at seeing someone hurt you.

Timothy grabs you by the waist, “Hey, I know it’s been a long time, baby, but I wanna get back to what we had.”

“Let go of me,” you push at his chest. “And don’t call me baby. We didn’t have anything.”

“You rejected me all that time ago,” he says, voice growing louder. “Why?” Natasha rushes off to get Tony to kick him out, knowing she shouldn’t cause a scene even further by hurting him, she had to get Tony.

“Because I don’t see you like that,” you push at him but he grabs both your wrists as you try to push him away.

“You’re lying, tell me the real reason.”

“I’m. not. lying,” you say but you know what he wants to hear, your eyes burning with tears. You wish you could your power, light him up, but you can’t, your mind is too preoccupied with the answer to his question and you can’t concentrate.

“Tell me the truth or I’ll tell him myself, say it,” he grows angrier, pulling you. “Say it!” and using your god like strength, you shove him to the ground at last and flames lick your hands.

“Because I’m in love with Steve!”

Just as the music goes quiet for Bucky’s toast to his friend, you catch everyone’s attention, head’s turned towards you and you want to crawl in a hole and get buried up again, to sink into the ground. Your face is hot with eyes on you and you can’t move. Tony and Natasha both look at you from the corner of your eye, unknowing of what to think.

You’ve said it. Said the damn words out loud and you can’t take them back. You’re breath is heavy and weighs on your chest when you look up.

Steve is in front of you, looking at you with wide eyes and a deep, questioning look and furrowed brow, chest heaving after he’s heard your confession, surprised.

Fuck.

“You bitch,” he gets back up and moves to hit you but Steve grabs his hand, forcefully and painfully.

He moves over further and manages to pull Timothy off you completely, hand curled in his shirt with his feet off the ground when he pulls him inches away from his face, “Get the hell out of my party, stay away, and don’t touch her again. Are we clear?” his voice is a deep timbre, a low growl with a warning tone.

He finally listens and grabs another drink on his way, shooting dirty looks to those who watch him leave and you’re left panting, out of breath with tears staining your cheeks, eyes glassy.

Fury trips him on the way out, “I knew you were trouble.”

You look up at Steve who’s in front of you now, “I-I... I’m sorry I ruined your party, Steve... I’m sorry,” you say when he moves to cup your face in his hands, soothing you with shushes and soft coos, wiping away your tears with his calloused thumbs. “I’m sorry-”

“Doll, you didn’t... he did, I’m sorry he was invited here if I had known...” he curses himself. “I’m so sorry.”

You meet his eyes. Oh, he’s so sweet, he’s so sweet it makes your heart ache.

But the question still remains, lingering over your heads: Now what?

---

You’re in the living room of the compound following the events of the disastrous birthday party, curled up on the couch by yourself as everyone’s gone to bed, snacking on remaining popcorn and watching Friends. Tony had sent everyone home after what happened, which people understood, apologizing to the few other friends that attended and offering goodie bags for coming, stuffed with hundreds of dollars of Stark merchandise for good measure.

Thor had missed the party to visit Jane after they rekindled their romance since he’s back on Earth, but upon hearing the news of this guy touching his baby sister, he dealt with it in his own Thor way.

Trashing the guy’s house.

Then after, you and the team went inside, watched a movie, ate popcorn, and laughed at the crappy, Hallmark Christmas movie until your sides were sore.

But even now that everyone is asleep and in their respective rooms, you couldn’t sleep.

And so couldn’t Cap.

You look up at the sound of a door opening from the terrace, Steve walking inside after getting his nightly moment of fresh air and because he agreed to water Stark’s plants a long time ago, and because Tony is well, Tony, he assigned him that job for the entirety of his stay here, much to Steve’s dismay.

But sometimes he didn’t mind it, going out there at night and seeing the stars because you’re so far up here, set aside from the rest of the world in this safe little pocket of a home and solace and the benefit of seeing you out there with a drink in hand, getting some time to yourself. You with a robe on, nightgown peaking beneath, hair in it’s natural, messy form, bare face or face mask on, and glowing smile. That made it worth it.

Now it’s just the two of you after a night of you confessing your feelings for him, not directly to him per say, but he heard it nonetheless and he stood there, choking on his words because he had to get that leech of a man off of you, it wasn’t the time to discuss your feelings.

But unfortunately for the both of you at this moment, you can.

“Hey,” you say, the word somehow weighing on your lungs when you breath it out, muting the television.

“Hey,” he says back, smiling to put you at ease. “May I join you?”

“Of course,” you say, scooting over to give him room and patting the spot now open for him.

He chuckles at your nervous energy and sits down beside you. He scratches the back of his neck, all that suave nature leaving him. Captain America is anxious.

“I feel... like we should talk about what happened and what you said earlier,” he looks at you, the same begging eyes you look at with Nat when you want her to see you were serious. You see it in his too. They’re wide and pouring out from all seams, want and need.

“We should,” you nod, awaiting the rejection you’ve been preparing for all night.

“I’m.. so sorry about that guy, I wanted to kill him for what he did to you and what he was trying to do,” he says, visibly getting angrier but you lay a hand on his, soothing him into a relaxed, calm state.

“I’m fine,” you reassure him, brushing your thumb over his knuckles. “Guys like that come and go, but guys like you who help, stay forever.”

He looks down at your intertwined fingers, softly comforting each other, smiles, and breathes a laugh, “I should have done more.”

You tilt your head, “You helped and he’s gone and that’s what matters, so thank you. Don’t take that blame.”

He finally looks at you. “And when you said that thing... I didn’t know you felt that way about me,” he admits, turning so he sees you in the eyes as you turn to look away from him now, not willing to face him fully. “If I had, I would have...”

“Said no sooner?” you laugh but there’s no humor found in it.

“Can you let me finish?” he tilts his head and smiles, lopsided and pretty.

You look at him as a signal to continue and he takes it, taking on a bit of your nervous energy in his stammering.

“I like you, y/n, I like you so much,” he says, open and out on display for you. You search his face for the lie, the catch in his words, how this’ll twist around to bite you in the ass and turn out to not be true, all some big elaborate lie or scheme. You don’t know what but what he’s saying can’t be true.

Not you. Not him.

“And for so long,” he laughs. “I’m such an idiot, I’ve just been so nervous,” he looks you in the eye, so raw and vulnerable. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

You’re a flustered, flattered, blushing, blabbering mess.

“But... you... you avoid in me in the halls,” you say, stunned. “Y-you don’t look me in the eye and you don’t talk to me at times, sometimes for days, only when I initiate it, yet you’re always looking at me and around when I’m there a-and...” you blink hard and rapidly, coming to the realization.

“Oh.”

He gulps, embarrassed himself now, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how or if I had a chance with you, you’re brother’s one of my best friends and I-” He looks to you for forgiveness as he tries to muster up what he wants to say.

You swallow that lump in your throat and duck to kiss the corner of his mouth, that pink curl of lip you love so much when he’s smirking at something you said or just because, and pull away, looking down at your clasped hands, all of you on fire.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, voice low when you look at him through your thick lashes, demure. “I understand.”

His lips part and heavy sighs leave his mouth, cheeks red with lust and heat, eyes full blown to match.

He ducks down just as you did, looking in your eye and you nod slowly for confirmation, before he catches your lips in a feverish, desperate kiss, moving with your mouth as you slide closer to him with your hand pressed against his hard chest.

He takes hold of your thighs and pulls into his broad lap, erection potent against your inner thigh already as you straddle him, soft, flustered movements until you find the best position. His eyes hold both complete adoration and magnetism for you, a groan slipping past his perfect pink mouth when you move against his sweet spot of your doing. Your lips press together again and you move in tandem, tongue sliding past and licking his inner lip, like licking a flame, an ember of fire and ash and coal. You taste like summer rain and full promises of more to come, like hope after a long, hard day that things will get better, while also tentative and unsure.

His large hand slides up under your t-shirt while the other keeps you steady wrapped around your waist, he moves to pinch both nipples, tweaking the erect, pink bud between his fingers and digs his fingers into your side. Sinful mewls escape you as he tilts your head up for access to the expanses of your neck and down, peppering wet, sloppy, rushed kisses to anywhere he can find, a begging, starving man and you’re his only hope of salvation.

“Steve...” you let out, hand dipping down between his legs and he groans, deep and guttural before catching your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging, your fingers threaded in his hair and pulling, and the moans that fall from him make that tight coil in your gut curl within itself, exciting you.

His cock twitches when he solicits a series of whimpers from you, lifting and pulling your shirt off and over your head to suck your nipples into his mouth, tongue flicking the sensitive peaks, and biting, switching between them. His fingers dance down your stomach and snaps the lining of your panties, sliding a single finger into your sex, the two equally heavenly sensations sending you to that fateful, blissful release you crave, and when a second, a third, joins you’re wrecked, moans falling out and you collapse into him as it subsides, lasting longer than any has before and he’s barely doing anything.

So this is what it should feel like.

“You were so good, baby,” he kisses your cheek, then your temple, then your neck, your lips, nose, forehead. “So good for me,” he tells you. “Do you want more, doll?”

“Absolutely.”

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damonsexywifey · 3 years

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helo today i am going to be talking about daddy papi sexy icon Damon Salvatore. I know im fucking obsessed but this man makes my ovaries explode so i need some way to let it all out so here i go

first things first his mf looks

his eyes omfg his eyes he could stare at me and i would melt his bright blue eyes i already am quite a fan of pretty eyes but his eyes ive been obsessed for a very long time like wtf his eyes are so seductive and for what why do you do this to me huh damon why oh why HIS eyes omg when he looks at elena is with such care and love, id PAY for him to look at me like that HE COULD STOMP ON ME AND ID SAY SORRY AND THANK YOU ok now his little smirk oml when he did something bad he'd do his little smirk and i know it'd be very sociopathic of me to actually enjoy that but why the fuck did i get turned on by that why is he such a sex icon big dick energy is radiating I COULD LITERALLY BE WATCHING A SCENE OF HIM AND ELENA FLIRTING CASUALLY AND I'D BE SWEATING THAT WOULD FILL A WHOLE OCEAN I'D NEED TO PAUSE AND TAKE A BREATHER BECAUSE THAT MAN IS TOO MUCH FOR ME.

OMG THESE SCENES WERE SO EXCITING FOR ME, ID PAUSE AND JUST ADMIRE THE ELEGANT BODY OF THIS SUCH MAN AND THERE WERE SO MANY BATHROOM SHOTS OF THIS MAN HAVING A SHOWER LIKE I DONT BLAME THE DIRECTOR REPEATING THIS SHOT

WHY YOU SAY?? I MEAN LOOK AT HIM ITS NOT FAIR CAN I BE ELENA

SCREAMS SCREAMS UMM DONT BE SHY UNBUTTON MORE

OK NOW IVE DONE A LOOKS ASSESSMENT. IT IS OFF TO DO A PERSONALITY ANALYSIS BECAUSE HE COULDVE BEEN REALLY HOT AND HAD A DEAD PERSONALITY like matt (sorry matt ps i still love you) but no damon has not let me down with his personality so lemme talk about that

the fucking humour:

OK THIS IS JUST mf fragments to his smart ass humour but omg this guy is carrying the show with its humour, i find humour extremely attractive so him just being a little devilish sociopathic smart ass bastard boy is all i ask for and it was received, stefan is great lemme tell u that but one of the reasons its damon>stefan for me its maybe because i prefer playful characters who can quit the intensity and actually have fun so yea personal preferences come into this

Emotional:

my boy is very emotional, hes a vampire yada yada but he hasnt flicked the switch off of his humanity hes still a ball of fluff who tries to cover it up with spikes so he seems tough but some sad scenes you can see right through him like some above. The first one is him letting things pile up over and over again and its killing him in the inside hes such a cinnamon roll and all he needs is a hug and someone to tell him hes gonna be alright...can i plz volunteer to do that ✋

the second one was a scene that made go waaaaaaa and tear up because that was the scene when he was opening up about how he wants and loves elena but shes not hers, shes stefans around then. The fact hes showed as some type of dickhead but he could be rlly douchy and literally just steal her away from stefan but he doesnt because shes "brothers girl" aaa hes caring and it hurts how much he does and his sad scenes hurt, hes not bad hes just very broken inside.

Unapologetically Honest

one of the reasons i love about him is that hes just so mf honest which is ironic because around s2 its just elena calling him a liar anyways hes honest with a lack of apology which i feel like would be extremely necessary when theres a flock of bad guys always at your doorstep, sugar covered words aren't needed tbh thats where his honesty comes in

hes aware of himself and knows that he can be dickhead some way or another so its funny when hes aware kinda gives definition to his character being a self proclaimed dickhead

i stan alarics and damons friendship theres so mf honest with eachother, alaric could be getting emotional about his relationships and this man could just go "but they're dead.. *sips tea* " hes so unbothered theres something attractive about it

Romantic:

youtube

umm so i kinda forgot the post only allows 10 pics so you lot are lucky enough that u get a video

anyways im extremely attracted to intense romance rather than cutesy lovey dovey, this guy ticks the box for intense hes so mf sexy with like one touch can u explain this science to me BECAUSE THIS GUY SCREAMS SEX WTF AND I HAVE NO IDEA HOW ELENA CONTROLS HER SEXUAL DESIRES BECAUSE BITCH U SURE DO KNOW I'D DO ANYTHING THIS BASTARD WOULD TELL ME TO DO ANYWAYS THERE WAS THIS SCENE WHERE ELENA WAS WORKING OUT AND THIS GUY WAS TOUCHING HER RIBCAGE OR SOMETHING AND THE HEAVY BREATHING I'D PROBABLY FAINT IN HIS ARMS BUT THIS WOMAN HELD IT TOGETHER CAN HE PLZ TAKE ME ADOPT ME ILL LIVE IN UR HOME I'LL LIVE IN THE TINIEST PLACE IN UR HOUSE I DONT MIND ME I JUST NEED TO BE GRACED BY UR LOOKS the intensity is legit like fire to the skin, i blush and scream for elena im a literal pterodactyl screeching when he comes on screen with him naked and one towel covering his big dick i would write the director a mf big ass letter to persuade him to let damon walk in with no towel pls i beg cmon u can do it i know u want too

anyways overall damon salvatore is my husband papi daddy and i do admit i simp for him and hes hit me like a wrecking ball im on s3 for vampire diaries ill keep u lot updated if anything happens in my shift of simp but for now im kind of addicted to this bootylicious babe actually now i think about it what if i actually ever meet him or something id probably weep and faint yes that'd happen ill probably just stare and i dont blame him if he kicks me out for being a creep anyways uh this was my essay hope u lot enjoy because i sure as heck enjoyed screaming my burning passionate love for Damon Salvatore if someone was selling a damon salvatore in store id be the first one to purchase and i feel like i speak for the nation of damon simps ily babes because i totally understand this lust you have for him

anywho bye bye xoxoxo

#the vampire diaries #damon salvatore #obsessed #fandom #vampire #hot #sex icon #omg #quotes #humour #analysis #Youtube

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Top Several Hundred Records of 2020

My Top 11: 1. Slum Of Legs - Slum Of Legs (Harbinger Sound / Spurge) 2. Oily Boys - Cro Memory Grin (Cool Death) 3. Model Home - SE (Future Times) 4. Valentina Magaletti & Marlene Ribeiro - due matte (Commando Vanessa / Horn of Plenty <O) 5. Kris & Tavi - Kris & Tavi (Misophonia) 6. Still House Plants - Fast Edit (Bison) 7. None - Khneï Khneï Thnacapata Thnacapata (Unknown Precept) 8. Rychlicki / Kostkiewicz - Zapis (Absolute Fiction / Maternal Voice) 9. Rosso Polare - Lettere Animali (Klammklang) 10. Patois Counselors - The Optimal Seat (ever/never) 11. Impatiens - Scene At The River (Altered States) Favorite 20 That Weren't My Top 11: 12. Irma Vep - Embarrassed Landscape (Gringo) 13. FRKSE - Desecration Anxiety II (Iron Lung) 14. Merula - Sleep (Men Scryfa) 15. Al Karpenter - If We Can't Dream, They Can't Sleep!! (ever/never) 16. BbyMutha - Muthaland (the muthaboard) 17. Pose Dia - Front View (Bureau B) 18. SIR E.U - Midnight Train To Velvet (Self-Released) 19. Nightshift - Nightshift (Cusp) 20. Massicot - Kratt (Harbinger Sound / Spurge / Bongo Joe / Red Wig) 21. Alessandra Novaga - I Should Have Been a Gardener (Die Schachtel) 22. Zeroh - BLQLYTE (Leaving) 23. Swallow - Body Horror (ANA) 24. Pink Siifu & Fly Anakin - FlySiifu's (Lex) 25. Balans - Sam pravm (Kapa) 26. Bruch - The Fool (Trost / Cut Surface) 27. P22 - Human Snake (Post Present Medium) 28. ovrkast. - Try Again (do more.) 29. Chapelier Fou - Méridiens (Ici d'ailleurs) 30. Schisms - Speech Copy Rap Master (Fort Evil Fruit) 31. Új Bála - How the Cookie Crumbles (Czaszka Records)

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Sweeping Promises record wasn't that good though. But if you guys like it when people take singing seriously, you should check out some of this music called "R&B"

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Episode 13: The One where WWX’s Gaydar is Completely Nonexistent

YOU GUYS, THIS EPISODE, THIS EPISODE YOU GUYS

IT’S THE ONE WITH THAT CAVE SCENE

YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT

But in case you don’t know, I’M GONNA TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT

So we start off with wwx offering to carry lwj

Lwj, being the Repressed Gay that he is, flatly refuses: “how boring”

Pretty sure the thought of wwx touching him gives him vapors

Also? LWJ, You gotta come up with some new stuff; this line’s getting old

And wwx is completely immune to it by now

Wwx: *internally* such a stubborn fool!

He’s annoyed that lwj isn’t letting him help him in any way

And, like, i get that

I understand, wwx

But, WHO ARE YOU TO TALK?? MR. I’M GONNA SACRIFICE MYSELF FOR OTHERS AT ANY GIVEN OPPORTUNITY

Okay, moving along now

WE GET A PAPERMAN!! A CUTE LITTLE YELLOW PAPERMAN!! SAY HI TO THE PAPERMAN, EVERYONE, LOOK HOW ADORABLE HE IS!!

And ~Their Song~ starts playing as soon as we see the paperman appear

Wwx sends it floating over to wen qing

Paperman!wwx: plz find a way for lwj to get some rest

Actual!wwx: *hovers at lwj’s shoulder TOTALLY READY TO CATCH HIM IF HE FALLS*

WQ pulls through like a BOSS and everybody takes a break from walking near a river

Poor lwj looks so tuckered out here as he sits down on a rock

Wwx: i’ll go get you some water lan zhan! *runs off to get water*

Omg wwx, you are not subtle

LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU LAN ZHAN

LET ME LOVE YOU LAN ZHAN

LET ME TENDERLY TREAT YOUR WOUNDS LAN ZHAN

LET ME INSPIRE SOME KINKY NURSE FANTASIES LAN ZHAN

How do you not realize what you’re doing wwx. How.

Ewww, now wc is talking, double ewww, he’s talking Plot Things

Gross, now his gf JiaoJiao is talking and is annoying and unfortunately necessary for a future wangxian moment so we have to acknowledge her existence

I know it hurts guys, but i promise you it’s worth it

She’s all “alright losers, go find us that cave with the cave monster thing”

Wwx releases a talisman (no Dramatic Twirl tho) which then locates the cave

Right, the cave.

The very important cave

The cave that will give us lots of quality wangxiantics

That cave.

And now we’re in the cave!! The best cave!! I mean, it’s way bigger and way scarier than the other cave, but still! (Dancing Fairy Cave, who??)

Plot stuff happens, wc is being an asshole, nothing new or exciting here

Then we see everyone find a cliff within the cave!

Wwx: wow, that looks like a bottomless pit

Wc: let’s see if that’s true! *yeets wwx off the cliff* (WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WEN CHAO)

Lwj: Wei Ying!!

he not-quite shouts this, it’s more of a startled yelp than anything

Be grateful bc when he starts yelling his name for realsies in this show IT’S NOT GONNA BE FUN

ALSO if wc was not at the top of lwj’s shit list before, he’s definitely there now

So now that wwx confirmed that the pit is NOT bottomless, the hostages i mean visiting disciples throw down some rope and start to climb down

Uh, why didn’t they use that BEFORE chucking wwx down like a bag of trash?? Oh right bc wc is an asshole

Once they reach the bottom, lwj ALL BUT RUNS to wwx’s side

AND HELPS HIM UP!! HE GRABS HIM BY THE ARM AND HELPS HIM UP

BC HE LOVES HIM

I’m gonna give JZX a moment here bc this episode is chock full of wangxiantics and jzx was in snark-master mode

Wwx: well, i know why LWJ and JC came down to check that i wasn’t eaten by a monster, but why are you here, jzx?

Jzx: i’d rather fight an unknown monster whilst weaponless than listen to wc and jj talk for another minute

SAME, JZX, SAME

Lol, everyone is like yeah, that makes sense

More stuff happens and eventually wc and his flunkies catch up with everyone else at the bottom of the cliff and want to lure the monster out

Wc: lets bleed some of this cannon fodder as bait bc i’m an asshole

Jj: i pick mianmian

STAY AWAY FROM MIANMIAN, YOU HORRID PERSON, HOW DARE YOU

And of course everyone loves mianmian so they jump to her defense

Now there’s a showdown between the wens and the hostages, i mean visiting disciples

LWJ IS SUCH A BADASS HERE, GUYS

HE’S TAKING PPL DOWN LEFT AND RIGHT USING ONLY TORCH WHILST INJURED

AND HE MAKES IT LOOK SO CASUAL. DUDE’S NOT EVEN BREAKING A SWEAT

HE FREAKING SNATCHES A SWORD OUT OF A WEN FLUNKIE’S HAND LIKE NBD

While he’s doing all that, wwx is completely humiliating wen chao by reciting some of the wen clan rules

WC: stop talking shit

Wwx: uh, i just quoted the wen clan rulebook sooooo you actually just insulted your ancestors

Wwx: what did the rulebook say was the punishment for insulting the ancestors…? Oh yeah, EXECUTION. Prepare to die!!

Wwx proceeds to take wc as a visiting disciple, i mean hostage on top of a giant rock in the middle of a pond inside the cave and we’re at a standstill

It probably could’ve gone on forever except 🐢🔪🐢🔪🐢 SURPRISE MURDER TURTLE!! 🐢🔪🐢🔪🐢

THAT’S NO ROCK

IT’S A MURDER TURTLE SHELL

LWJ, being the clever boy that he is, notices that the Murder Turtle has bad eyesight

Lwj: quiet, don’t move! It can’t see us *🎶jurassic park theme plays🎶*

Maybe i should call the Murder Turtle something else. It looks more like a loch ness monster tbh

A distant cousin perhaps?

Nessie: oh, that guy? We don’t really talk to that side of the family

Murder Turtle: *is murderous*

Nessie: yeah, he makes family dinners awkward…

Ahem, anyway

Wen chao is a coward and instead of staying quiet and still like lwj says, he starts screaming like the world’s ugliest baby for wen zhuliu to save him

Murder Turtle does not like this noise coming from it’s shell so wwx and wc end up leaping off of it and landing back on shore and all hell breaks loose

In all fairness to the Murder Turtle, I too hate listening to wc

Murder Turtle starts, you know, murdering. And the hostages i mean visiting disciples don’t have weapons and the wen flunkies are awful

Shit’s happening is what i’m saying

And while all this goes down, jj shows us that she is the MOST AWFUL DUMBEST PERSON ALIVE

THERE’S A GIANT KILLER REPTILE TRYING TO EAT EVERYONE

AND SHE’S MORE CONCERNED ABOUT GETTING BACK AT MIANMIAN FOR BEING BETTER THAN HER IN EVERY WAY???

PRIORITIES MUCH??

She has two of the wen flunkies hold mianmian in place and is about to stick a wen crest branding iron on her face (WTF, JJ)

But oh, WWX TO THE RESCUE!! He shoots an arrow in jj's arm and she ends up throwing the branding iron at mianmian but wwx dives in to stop it!

(and we’re just gonna ignore how terribly fake that dive looks, okay?)

Anyway he dives and blocks the branding iron but oh no, it somehow manages to hit him square in the chest with enough force to burn through his clothes and into his skin!!!

(we’re not gonna question this, just roll with it)

And he drops the Medicine Bottle he hid away to use on lwj eventually

(we’re gonna also ignore the fact that it somehow fell out of where it was securely hidden in his robes even tho he was literally just thrown off a cliff and the Medicine Bottle manages to stay with him and not break at the time)

(look we’re ignoring a lot of things bc we've already determined that special effects are not a high priority in this show AND all this is gonna lead up to great wangxiantics and that makes all of it worthwhile)

Okay so all that happened and then the wens FLEE LIKE THE COWARDS THEY ARE and totally ditch their hostages i mean visiting disciples

Then the bastards not only run away, but cut the ropes leading up the cliff and THEN block off the cave entrance WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU WC

The hostages i mean visiting disciples start freaking out. Like oh no, we’re stuck in here forever, WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE

Wwx diffuses the panic by being like, hey CANNIBALISM LOL I’M ALREADY PARTIALLY COOKED. i am a snack FOR REAL LOLOLOL

After all this, AFTER ALL THIS PLOT-ISH NONSENSE I HAD TO EXPLAIN, we get a little bit of wangxiantics. As a treat.

Mianmian is crying her heart out and apologizing profusely bc she feels bad for getting everyone trapped in this cave EVEN THO IT’S NOT HER FAULT AT ALL PLZ DON’T CRY MIANMIAN ILU

Wwx obvs agrees with me and goes to comfort her. Which he does in a weird way

Wwx: mianmian, why are you crying? I was the one that got branded! It hurts so much mianmian, won’t you stop crying and say something nice to me to make me feel better??

BUT HE SAYS THIS SO CHARMINGLY??

HE EVEN PUTS ON THE MOST ADORABLE, FAKE-HURTING FACE

If jzx had tried this, he’d have sounded like a douchebag BUT WWX? WITH HIS SUNSHINE SMILE?? HOW COULD ANYONE RESIST THAT???

(apparently mianmian can, bc she keeps crying and doesn’t say anything nice to wwx)

HERE’S THE WANGXIAN BIT

Lwj takes one look at wwx & mianmian being all cozied up to each other and you know, spilling feelings everywhere and turns away in a snit

Lwj: *internally* what am i willing to put up with today? Not fucking this.

Jc: lwj, where are you going??

Lwj: to the pond bc it has a way out not bc i can’t stomach the sight of wwx flirting with mianmian

(if you hadn’t been so proud earlier, lwj, you could’ve had wwx carrying you lovingly in his strong arms i’m just saying)

And now we get another example here at how well lwj and wwx work together

So obvs wwx zooms to lwj’s side as soon as he realizes lwj’s going somehwere without him (again!!) and he’s all “there’s a way out??”

And all lwj says in response is “maple leaves”

That’s it. Two words.

BUT WWX INSTANTLY CATCHES ON

Wwx: oh, yeah, the leaves couldn't possibly come from the cave so there must be an opening in the pond where the leaves are floating in!

THEY’RE JUST SO IN TUNE WITH EACH OTHER??

HOW DID HE GET THAT FROM JUST TWO WORDS??

THEY’RE GENIUS SOULMATES, THAT’S HOW

Now everyone’s coming up with a plan to escape the cave and the Murder Turtle

Details don’t matter here

Skipping that

Nearly everyone escapes the Murder Turtle Cave!! Because of teamwork and the buddy system!! It’s very heartwarming and inspiring AND WE DON’T CARE BC IT’S NOT WANGXIAN

But oh no, at the last minute when lwj and wwx are oh so conveniently the only ones left in the cave, the Murder Turtle notices them!!

It tries to attack wwx!!

But lwj SWOOPS IN TO GRAB HIM AND THROW HIM BACK TO SAFETY WHILE HE FACES THE MURDER TURTLE

ON A STILL INJURED LEG

AND THEN HIS DRAMATIC TWIRL OF DODGING ISN’T DRAMATIC ENOUGH AND MURDER TURTLE DOES MORE DAMAGE TO LWJ’S LEG

Wwx notices right away and goes to grab lwj and pull him to safety now

It’s nice having partners willing to share duties like that

Like, oh, you washed the dishes yesterday? I’ll do them today!

Except, you know, at a more intense level what with the whole “barely escaping the jaws of death” thing they’ve got going on

But same thing basically

So now our wonderful injured boys are in a different part of the cave that the Murder Turtle can’t reach.

Wwx: lan zhan, it’s fine now! The Murder Turtle is asleep or smth

Then shoves the tattered robes around lwj’s leg out of the way to get a better look at the wound, and he’s got his worried expression on!! WHILE ~THEIR SONG~ PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND

Wwx: wait here!!

Lol, where do you think he’s gonna go wwx, it’s not like HIS LEG HAS BEEN MAULED AND THE ENTRYWAY IS GUARDED BY A MURDER TURTLE OR ANYTHING

Wwx comes back with a branch that he turns into a makeshift splint

HE’S TENDING HIS SOULMATE’S WOUND GUYS AHHHH

And now he steals lwj’s SACRED FOREHEAD RIBBON to tie the splint on properly

LOL LWJ’S FACE

HE IS AGHAST

Wwx: chill out about the ribbon, we have MORE PRESSING MATTERS, like how your LEG IS PROBS GONNA FALL OFF IF WE DON’T TREAT IT

Wwx: oh hey, Medicine Pouch! Wait where’s Medicine Bottle?? I saved it specifically for…*meaningful look at lwj* uh, never mind

what’s the matter, wwx?? why so shy suddenly???

are you embarrassed to show how much you think of lwj?? is that it?

OMG GUYS HERE WE GO

THE FIRST OF TWO OF THE BEST WANGXIANTICS SCENES OF THE SHOW!!

Wwx: *internally* gotta find a way to get lwj to spit out that bad blood he’s so obviously choking down

Wwx: the only possible way to accomplish this is by STRIPPING BOTH OF US OUT OF OUR CLOTHES

Wwx: hey lan zhan, take off your clothes!

Lwj: *GAY PANIC*

Lwj: you want me to what now??

Wwx: strip! Both of us! Since we’re all wet from the pond

Lwj as you might guess, does NOT start stripping in front of the Love of His Life

Wwx notices that lwj is not stripping even tho he himself has already divested his black outer robe and is clad in only his red inner robe

(AND I LOSE MY GODDAMN MIND OVER IT EVERY TIME, LOOK AT HIM WITH HIS TINY WAIST, THOSE ROBES ARE OBSCENELY FLATTERING)

Wwx reaches over and starts tugging at lwj’s robe

Lwj: WHAT ARE YOU DOING???

Wwx: BEING HELPFUL!! But i guess if you don’t want my help, i’ll finish getting myself naked

Lwj: *turns around and pukes out the bad blood from the sheer strength of his Gay Panic*

Wwx: haha! My plan worked! Now all the bad blood is out!

Lwj: oh. Right. That.

Lwj: thanks

Wwx: noooo, don’t thank me! I can’t handle it when ppl thank me!!

After THAT PHENOMENAL STRIP TEASE, wwx goes back to tending lwj’s wounds

He applies stuff from the Medicine Pouch bc Medicine Bottle is gone forever now

He does this very carefully and is very focused on his task

BC HE LOVES HIM

I LOVE THEM

THERE’S A LOTTA LOVE HAPPENING IS WHAT I’M SAYING

Then lwj snatches a bit of the medicine and presses it into the burn on wwx’s chest

Wwx: owww, that huuurts

Lwj: you’re welcome

Lwj: *internally probably* omg i just touched wwx’s chest, be cool be cool bE COOL

Then they have this cute little exchange where wwx tells him how he got injured all the time bc he was a rambunctious tyke (no, surely not you, wwx! I’m shocked!) so he doesn’t need much medicine and lwj’s injury is more serious so he should get more medicine anyway

AND NOW WE GET TO THE OTHER BEST WANGXIANTIC

Lwj: if you know you’re gonna get hurt, don’t be so rash all the time

Wwx: it’s not like i got myself injured on purpose!!!

Wwx: I had to protect mianmian! She’s so pretty

(he says distractedly while staring at their campfire and COMPLETELY MISSES LWJ’S LONGING LOOK)

Wwx: what if she’d gotten her face all scarred up?

Lwj: but now you’re scarred for life!

Wwx: that’s different!

(bc he has issues with self worth and ALWAYS RISKS HIS LIFE FOR OTHERS AT ANY GIVEN OPPORTUNITY)

Wwx: i’m a guy. Scars are cool for us!

(that too, I guess)

Wwx: besides, it’ll be a reminder of the time i saved a pretty girl who now will remember me always~!

GOD WWX YOU’RE SO DENSE

Lwj: *bitchy* oh, you’re sooo sure she’s gonna remember you, huh

Wwx gives him a wounded look, like, sincerely confused and hurt at lwj’s tone: “why are you mad?”

And, good god, lwj sees that expression and can’t keep looking at him. He has to turn away, like FUCK i’ve hurt his feelings, shit, i’m getting my feelings all over him

It’s actually kind of painful to watch, POOR LWJ

So he looks away and says: if you don’t mean it, you shouldn’t go around flirting with people

Wwx: *pouts* it’s not like i was flirting with you

THAT’S THE PROBLEM WWX

HE WANTS YOU TO FLIRT WITH HIM AND MEAN IT, YOU COMPLETE MORON

Remember how i said wwx is dense? Here’s another example

Wwx: *teasing* ohh, you like mianmian~!

Like, really teasing. It doesn’t sound like he believes what he’s saying either

Lwj gives him an incredulous look and we get some slo-mo here WHILE ~THEIR SONG~ PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND AND THEY GAZE SOULFULLY AT EACH OTHER FOR A SOLID 10 SECONDS

Wwx’s face gets this befuddled look and after staring at each other for 10 continuous seconds he says much more seriously, “oh...you really do like mianmian?”

Why do you sound so disappointed wwx? WHY ARE YOU SO CONCERNED ABOUT IT, HUH?

And omg guys, i will NEVER get over the expression LWJ gives him after he says this

It’s an expression that says R U FUCKING SRS RN

HIS WHOLE FACE IS SCREAMING, “FUCKING UNBELIEVABLE”

AND I’M DYING BC WWX, YOU’RE TALKING TO AN ENTIRE GAY BOY WHO IS SO IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU IDIOT

Then wwx laughs to diffuse the situation (it’s so cute, my heart bursts with rainbows)

And we’re winding down now

Lwj: why should i talk about these meaningless things with you here?

Wwx: you don’t have a choice pal, it’s just you and me stuck here in this cave

Wwx: hey, lan zhan, i think this is the longest conversation we’ve had!!

Omg why’s he keeping track of that? How did he even notice this??

THERE’S NO STRAIGHT EXPLANATION FOR THIS BEHAVIOR

WWX: even after all we’ve been thru, you still don’t talk much. You lan clan types--

*awkward silence*

Wwx realizes he’s stepped in it and taps his mouth as a reprimand for being insensitive

Then he changes the topic about how long they can survive without food/water and how long it will take for help to arrive

And here we have lwj verbally acknowledge what’s happened to him for the first time

He explains that they won’t get help from gusu

Lwj: the cloud recesses has been burned. Uncle is badly injured, brother is missing.

His tone is so matter-of-fact but HE ACTUALLY LOOKS LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO CRY!!

OH GOD MY HEART 💔💔💔

And then lwj is like, welp, that’s enough Emotions for the day! And falls asleep.

THEN WWX TUCKS HIM IN WITH HIS OUTER ROBE ALL GENTLE AND LOVINGLY

BC THEY’RE SOULMATES

And that's the end of the episode

SO MUCH QUALITY WANGXIANTICS GUYS

I LOVE THIS SHOW

EVERYTHING IS GREAT (I MEAN, EXCEPT FOR THE HEARTBREAKING PARTS)

LOOK AT THESE TWO SOULMATES IN LOVE, LOOK AT THEM

Return to Masterpost

#WangXiantics #wangxian #the untamed #cql #i think this might be the longest one so far

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snowpeawritings · 4 years

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If you don't mind, could I pleas have some avdol and kakyoin hcs with a self sacrificing s/o plz?

Ik i finished part 3 ages ago but they still hurt me :')

Also for references sake, I'll be making my own stand for the reader. This is based off of my personal interpretation should i ever manifest a stand in the jojo universe so bear with this instead!

Blue Priestess - based off of the Priestess Arcana, it is a humanoid Stand who's power is to give the user a vision of any impending danger. However, the future vision only works if the danger comes after exactly 9 seconds.

Reader is gender neutral

CW (CONTENT WARNING): Spoilers for Stardust Crusaders, blood cw, amputation cw

| Noriaki Kakyoin |

- Oh, you two are a recipe for disaster. If Kakyoin wanted to devote his life on coming over his moment of weakness with DIO, then you wanted to help the Crusaders. You two are so pure in devoting your lives in the mission that if this was a movie, you two will be the first ones to die.

- Blue Priestess has been useful in your 50 day trip. Seeing visions of ambushes, predicting the enemy's next move; it was safe to say Blue Priestess has made things easier if people were to believe you (ie Polnareff). You were the one who saved Kakyoin from nearly losing his eyes so The Speedwagon Foundation had healed him quickly.

- It was already night time. The loss of Avdol wounded you but you had to persevere. Kakyoin's plan of using his 20-meter Emerald Splash was fool-proof. You could only watch as DIO stares at Kakyoin, looking like he hasn't broken a sweat.

- And then you saw it: DIO stopping time and him punching a hole into Kakyoin's stomach, your partner flying and crashing towards a water tower. Blue Priestess had their hands on your shoulders, grounding you to reality and realizing that in the next 9 seconds, that would be Kakyoin's fate.

- It was like every second mattered. Your feet sprang forward, jumping off of the building as Blue Priestess rode on the tendrils of Hierophant Green. Once you're close to DIO, you had Blue Priestess put DIO in a chokehold as you screamed at both Kakyoin and Joseph.

- "It's time!" You screeched so loudly that you were sure the entirety of Cairo heard you. "He can stop time! Don't fight him at close rang--"

- Something dug in your chest before feeling the same force exit behind you. For a split second, you saw his Stand out, his fist coming through inside Blue Priestess as blood spurted from your chest. The blood rushing in your ears blocked both Joseph and Kakyoin's screams of your name. DIO then tossed you away from him and towards Kakyoin. Hierophant caught Priestess, him trying to use the fluid of his Emerald Splash in order to keep them awake.

- "Why...?" He questioned, his voice wavering as he tried to cover your gaping wound. "Why would you do this? My Emerald Splash would've gotten him!"

- "I saw you die." You choked out as he gasped. "And I'm willing to do it again as long as it keeps you safe. So I better not see you in the afterlife when I'm there...!"

- Whether you lived or not, Kakyoin will see his promise to live for you til the end.

| Muhammed Avdol |

- He doesn't like this aspect of you at all. For him, there was nothing to gain from sacrificing yourself. He had to save himself from DIO's clutches in order to live another day, so he's against any actions that involves sacrifice. Any idea that has you risking your life, he immediately shoots down.

- He finds it ironic that his partner has a Stand that can see the future. Avdol would joke around and say that Blue Priestess was able to envision your life intertwined with his. It would always leave you chuckling but you knew that Avdol was hiding something during your trip. Sure, you were the first one to realize that Avdol didn't die from Hol Horse but that doesn't mean Avdol had all of his secrets laid out in front of him.

- DIO's mansion was nothing short of creepy. While you, Avdol, Polnareff, and Iggy were searching the place, you suddenly had a vision: Avdol reading something etched on a pillar before an invisible mass had come to take him, leaving his arms behind.

- In exactly 9 seconds, you turned and felt the mass immediately. Pushing Avdol away, you could only scream as the mass managed to brush at your leg before eating it from the knee down. Polnareff was screaming while Avdol's breathing quickened. He tore off a piece of his coat and wrapped it around your stump as you cried.

- "Keep moving!" You seethed, trying to get up as soon as Avdol was finished. "I'll call out where the hell it is, you guys keep dodging!"

- With you propped up on his back, Avdol and the rest of the group hurried deeper into the mansion, hoping that they'll spot the rest of their friends. Avdol would have a secure grip on you, never stopping as he tried to dodge whatever enemy Stand there was. He didn't believe that anyone could cheat destiny, that is until he met you.

#requests #headcanons #jjba #jjba imagines #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #kakyoin noriaki #kakyoin noriaki x reader #kakyoin noriaki imagines #muhammed avdol imagines #muhammed avdol x reader #muhammed avdol

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bramblescratches · 4 years

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𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 : 𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

bold what definitely applies to your muse. italicize what somewhat applies to your muse.

TAGGED BY: stole from @magicalmystery-muses

TAGGING: steal plz

- doing the fates!!

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 » toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳 » homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks

𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 » list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams

𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳 » bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants

𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 » goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺 » always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, a breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things

𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽 » school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, I fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 » herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people

𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 » flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything

𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁 » infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 » knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long

𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳 » piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day

#the wind; the terrible wind: the fates #word on the street: meme

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anlian-aishang · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 18: Sub-Levi & Degradation & Pegging

"oK uHM- for kinktober: can i request a sub!levi with cameras and/or mirrors😩 maybe some humiliation/degradation and praise kink and if you want as well,, pegging too plz👀"

word count: 1300

tags: smut, levi x reader, mirrors, degradation, praise, pegging, sub!levi, fem!reader

Remember! Levi hates art theft.

Beautiful. Incredible. Perfect. That was who he was to you. At times like these, though, you would never tell him.

A deliberate bite of your tongue, admiration kept internal. Appreciation withheld even as you faced your favorite version of him.

That superlative used to belong to the Levi you met on day one. Dressed in monochrome: an outfit that matched his plain black coffee. He looked so perfectly out of place in that sprightly café, your eyes could not help but be drawn no matter how rude the stare. Sat alone in the corner, hanging plants framed him for you. Rain drizzled outside: the eye contact met beneath the cusp of your hood and above the edge of his laptop made that much more intense. All else was lost outside of what you shared. A new lover hooked and reeled.

That man so put together then was delightfully unrecognizable now. Although, that all-black still remained. And still just as captivating.

Stripped from that turtleneck, those pleated slacks, that duffle jacket, left only in thigh-high socks with obsidian briefs to match. Darkest dark found within his dilated pupils and that damp patch of cotton, all of him begging for more of you.

A satisfied smile made your words all the more riling, “On your hands and knees.”

A simultaneous twitch in his lip and at his member. You allowed yourself a cunning chuckle, making sure to soothe it with a chilling voice, you did not want him getting too comfortable, “Now.”

Comfortable or uncomfortable? No one else would understand. It was something that took you a while to comprehend, Levi himself even. To the world - a man of endless insults, a control freak, a clean freak. In your presence, though, perceptions were turned wholly opposite. With you - the bitch boy who wanted to bear the brunt of your degradation, the puppet who begged to be tied up and made helpless, the one who wanted to break a heavy sweat, to be the target of your spats, to shower in his own white streams. The stagnant, orderly, unphased Levi of daylight was who you fell in love with. The puddle of submission he melted into at night was who you went berserk over.

But how could you not? That mesmerizing curve at the small of his back. That cute and healthy ass perched up just for you. Over muscular shoulders, Levi offered his gaze to you, those steel grey eyes glazed with tears, “Is - Is this okay?”

“Oh,” lubricated hand stroked your silicone length, “it’s perfect.”

Ironically, though your roles were so reverse, Levi felt the same exact way about you. How your canines hooked over his waistband and peeled his last garment down, how you nuzzled your cheek so lovingly against his, and how you followed those tender motions with a vicious slam into him. How many times you had done this exact cycle, how it took his breath away each time. You thought he would have gotten used to it by now, would have been able to see it coming and adequately prepare, but how wrong you had been in that overestimation. There was no way to prepare for the pleasure you provided. There was no way to predict it, especially not with the fucked-out spell you had on him.

After only your first few thrusts, he was already a flushed, whining, blazing hot mess. You bit your lip and rammed even harder. Merciless, “You’re so pathetic, you know that?”

Overstimulated grunts his only response. Beneath a light layer of breathlessness lie a tinge of dejection buried deep within his chest. Given his weakened state, perhaps you should have felt worse than you did for soaking him with slander - and maybe you would have, if not for the evidence of how fucking much he loved it.

“Look at you,” you snickered, “clenching around me, dripping all over yourself…”

Not just dirty talk, not just rhetoric, your plunges grew even more purposed - both intrigued and irritated by how Levi seemed to play it off as such. When you spoke, you meant every word, and the stupid little thing should know better.

“Look.” You demanded, volume raised just enough - no ache in your throat but his adrenaline peaked, “Just look at yourself, Levi.”

Too embarrassed or too preoccupied, it seemed he was unable to follow your command. An instinct ingrained: you helped him, forced him, often the same thing in your dominant-submissive dynamic. Hand slapped down to his nape. Outer grip anchored at the sides of his neck. Fingers tangled themselves in his undercut and yanked his angle upward, wrenching his gaze on the mirror in front of you both.

Typically combed bangs were strewn slick across his face. Tongue - so usually sparse - flopped out his mouth, from it, saliva fell in drops and pooled onto the satin sheets beneath. A bright red stripe of blush overcame the middle of his face - cheek to cheek and ridden over the bridge of his nose. Veins in his neck pumped his rushing blood, beating with a rhythm that matched the one you pounded him with. Neon strap-on impossible to ignore, especially as it disappeared and reappeared behind him - all thanks to your exertion so obvious. You may have been tearing him to shreds, but as you did, you silently screamed, I fucking love you.

Now faced with the sight, he was thankful that you had brought him to it. To indulge it himself would have been too humiliating, but thank god for you.

That was how it always was. One of the countless reasons you were so special to him. Too proud to constrain himself, so you tied his bondage for him. Too reserved to pinch his own nipples, so you purchased clamps and adorned them to him. Too ashamed to explore the depths of himself, so you stripped him down and plummeted them yourself. You had shown him a whole new way of life, a new state of being, a growth far more than just sexual. Every night you lay beside each other, every fuck you gave, every second you spent together only affirmed his feelings: you were undoubtedly a keeper, one he could not afford to lose.

Levi wanted to make sure you knew that.

“F’Fuck…!” He arched his back and cried, “It feels - ! you feel - !”

Your hand dove further into his locks. Nails scraped his scalp as you pulled his ear to your lips. Nibbling the cusp before swiping it with your tongue, snarling, “Spit it out, baby boy.”

But if his body told you anything, it was that he would not be able to, no matter your order. Those spasms that riddled his abdomen, the waves that surged through the cock you caressed, those breaths rapid, frantic, accelerating - you were well familiar with his telltale signs and the explosion they preceded.

What you could not predict, though, was how utterly devoted he was to you. Delaying peak pleasure, fighting off his own physiology, just to make you one ounce happier. His heart skipped crucial beats, his lungs deprived of oxygen, still, he managed just for you, “S’So good!!”

Ironically, though your roles were so reverse, you felt the same exact way about him. The devotion of a perfect lover. The behavior of a good boy. At times like these, though, you would never tell him.

Vicious tongue licked him clean. Slithering at his sternum, sucking love marks along the trail made by his cum, your filthy words matched the nature of the motion, “Already, hm?”

Choking on his own gasps, wrestling through his own waves, you spared him not a moment, “You must have one more in you, then.”

// Kinktober Year 2 Masterlist //

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi #levi ackerman #kinktober year 2 #anlian writes #my writing #alias's #request #specials #smut #spice rack

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inthedayswhenlandswerefew · 5 years

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Twenty-Seven Steps, Chapter 17: This Isn’t Something I Can Explain [November 1979]

Series summary: Callahan is an American living and studying in London. When Freddie befriends her and brings her into Queen’s inner circle, she finally learns what it’s like to have a family. But love and loyalty aren’t always black and white, and Calla must navigate conflicting desires and obligations as she accompanies John, Roger, Brian, and Freddie through their interwoven lives.

Chapter summary: Brian spills a secret.

Chapter warnings: Language, sexual content sorta, hella angst, I’m sorry plz forgive me.

Link to chapter list (and all my writing) HERE

Taglist: @the-borhap-boys @pinkmarvel @killer-queen-xo @killah-queenz @sincereleygmg @calspixie @fire-and-blood-got @imgonnabeyourslave

When he was a boy, the wallpaper that lined Roger’s bedroom had been speckled with ships. There were all kinds—schooners, destroyers, carracks, cruisers, yachts, clippers—crashing through parchment waves, sailing over a boundless imaginary ocean, pursuing adventure unconditionally. Even then, as a child staring up at the images with his hands interlaced behind his shaggy blond hair, Roger had loathed the thought of anchors. They were tethers to confine, to control; a ship could go anywhere, be anything, but an anchor was the great ender of possibilities. As he grew older, Roger learned that anchors were not just curves of iron to ground a ship. A nine-to-five job could be an anchor; so could drinking or university degrees or fear of the black, beckoning unknown. And marriage...marriage was the heaviest anchor in the world. It was useless, senseless: you could love someone without being married to them, and you could marry someone without loving them at all. It was an albatross that kept people together long after affections had fled, after their children heard them screaming in the night, after fists started flying. Since he was old enough to understand the word, Roger had wanted nothing at all do to with marriage. And yet, and yet...

His palms pressed against the hallway walls as he dragged himself towards his suite, weighed down with rum and exhaustion. It was three in the morning. Queen were in Barcelona. At home in London, Calla would be curled up under a pile of blankets and sound asleep; Roger thought a lot about what she was doing while they were on tour. He thought about that more than he wanted to.

A door opened a few rooms down, and a blonde woman stepped out into the hallway. She was wearing a G-string, a sequined bra, heels, and nothing else. She smiled shyly at Roger and skittered like a gazelle towards the stairwell. Roger watched her go, appreciating the supple lines of her body, the way her full tits and ass quivered as she walked. And then, from the same room, a man appeared.

Roger’s pale eyes started at his boots—hastily yanked on, still untied—then over the slim black jeans and the hands fumbling to buckle his belt. Next was his shirt, deep violet, half-unbuttoned. And finally: leanly-muscled shoulders, disheveled hair, dark eyes like the mouth of a well. It was John.

The words came out before Roger knew he was going to say them, vengeful, seething: “How fucking dare you.”

He had known that John was in a perilous place emotionally, was drinking too much, was getting more handsy with the girls than usual. But this...this had always seemed impossible. Roger supposed what he should have felt was relief, was vindication. John Deacon, the incorruptible moral compass, the stable husband, the doting father; John Deacon, the sole faithful member of Queen, finally reduced to just another rock star fucking groupies and strippers in whatever room they found themselves in, lathered in guilt and sweat, snarled together like sailors’ knots. Instead, all Roger felt was rage.

John saw him and recoiled, stunned, stumbling backwards. He hadn’t known anyone would be there, hadn’t wanted anyone to see him, and the shame on his face was fresh; maybe this was the first time. Maybe it was the hundredth. Maybe it was the first time he’d been caught. He blinked, blearily; he was so drunk, maybe even blackout. It occurred to Roger that perhaps John had to be drunk to do this, had to be numb to everything deeper than the flesh. Then his features swam from shock to indignance. “Oh, have you suddenly undertaken a vow of celibacy on this tour?” John slurred. “I’ll let Dominique know, she’ll be overjoyed.”

“We’re not married.”

“I’m sure that’s a comfort to her.” He pushed by Roger and staggered down the hallway towards the elevator. Roger wanted to say something else, wanted to scream at him, wanted to snap him in half, wanted to make it so this night had never happened. He couldn’t wrangle his thoughts into words, couldn’t take a single step. John slipped inside the elevator and the doors closed behind him.

Calla.

Roger’s paralysis sloughed off like a second skin and he bolted to his suite. He slammed the door behind him, gasping, blood rushing like the ocean in his ears. He grabbed the nearest thing to him—the television—and pitched it to the floor, goring it with his boot. He wrenched the mirror off the vanity and hurled it against the wall. The glass flew in every direction, one shard burying itself in his calf. Roger didn’t notice. He tore the curtains off the windows. He kicked the wooden desk chair to splinters. Then, shrieking, he ripped the paintings off the wall; all but one, which stopped Roger dead in his tracks, which stared ominously at him from its place above the bed, dreary and grey and hopeless.

There, in textured whirls of oil paint, was a sinking ship.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Hi, Bri! How are you? How’s Spain? Fabulously warm? I’m quaking with envy, you know.” Calla smiled into the phone, imagining the glaring sun of the Mediterranean, the sea salt in the breeze.

“Calla dear, it’s lovely to hear from you. We’re doing wonderfully. Did you get my biyearly contribution for our covert little project?”

Every six months Freddie sent Calla a check for ten percent of his earnings, a return on her investment made in 1972. For years, she had tried to refuse to take the money; once that proved futile, she searched for something worthwhile to spend it on. She had recently started a foundation to help fund orphanages in India and provide the children with education and vocational training, and she convinced Brian to go in with her as a fifty-fifty partner. The only other people who knew about it were John, who handled the taxes, and Chrissie.

“I did, thank you kindly. Chrissie passed it along. I promise I’ll see that it’s put to good use.”

“I trust you entirely, you know that. How are the kids? Is Kendra May walking yet?” Calla marveled at how they had each claimed one of her children: Carlisle was John’s through and through, Little Fred was a whirlwind who connected completely and inexplicably with his namesake, Brian was utterly enamored with Kendra. Calla realized then that Roger didn’t have one, that he never would. It had never felt right to name one of the others after him; they were all dark-haired, dark-eyed, so much like John. Now it was too late.

Calla laughed. “She certainly thinks she is. It’s more like drunken lurching at this stage, but she’ll get the hang of it eventually. Bri, have you seen John?”

A pause; always a pause. “Ah...I don’t think he’s around at the moment.”

“Is he...has he...” Calla wasn’t sure what she was trying to ask. How is he doing? Is he drinking too much? Has he forgotten about me? Is he okay?

“He’s very discrete, Calla,” Brian said softly; like it was a comfort, like it was a gift.

“What?” She gripped the phone tightly, standing. “What was that?”

“Oh...oh fuck, Calla, I’m sorry—”

“No, it’s just, I don’t know what you mean.” He’s discrete...?

“I didn’t...I thought...”

And then it hit her, hit her like lightening, hit her like a bullet. John was being discrete, and that was a good thing. It was a good thing because he was fucking other people. Not discrete enough that Brian doesn’t know about it. That everyone on the tour with them doesn’t know about it.

Brian would never have said that to one of the band’s significant others. But Calla wasn’t just a wife, wasn’t just a lover. She was a friend. She was family.

Calla’s knees buckled. The floor rushed up to meet her. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t see. And in that moment she didn’t understand how this could be real.

That’s it. That’s how this ends.

He really is like all the others.

He really has forgotten about me.

And impulsively, illogically, she thought: If I was going to get fucked around on anyway I could have just married Roger.

Where did that come from?

“Oh my god, I’m, I’m so sorry, Calla,” Brian stammered. “I thought you knew, I thought that’s what you were asking me, I’m...I’m so fucking sorry, I didn’t...please don’t...oh bloody fucking hell...”

“How?” That was all she could say. In her mind like a movie reel: meeting John in some dodgy music shop in London, falling in love with him, feeling safe with him, his palms against her face, his arms around her, their wedding, their children, their home, their promises to each other, the songs he wrote for her, the love he swore he’d always have for her. Gone, gone, gone, all of it gone.

’Whatever this world can give to me, it's you, you're all I see...’

Yeah fucking right.

“This isn’t something I can explain,” Brian said miserably. “Calla, I can’t...I’m not...I’m not the person you should be talking to. I’m so sorry—”

“That’s odd.” Her words were suddenly cutting. “I really thought this was your area of expertise, Brian.”

“Calla—!”

She hung up the phone. She tried to pull herself up off the floor. Her legs wouldn’t listen; her arms were useless. Calla gave in, laid across the cold colorless tiles, and stared up through the kitchen windows, trying to count the stars.

~~~~~~~~~~

Outside the moon was full and brilliant. Winter was rolling in like high tide, rustling the trees, bringing shorter days and nights that lasted forever.

“If I didn’t think it would be insensitive, I’d say welcome to the club.” Chrissie sat opposite of Calla at the kitchen table. She held a lit cigarette between her fingers, the smoke rising lazily through the room. She swiped her forehead with the back of her shaking hand. Her eyes were red, glistening, sore. “Brian cheated on me. Freddie cheated on Mary before he came out. And Roger...I don’t even know how to put into words what Roger does.”

Calla shook her head. She didn’t know why she couldn’t cry, couldn’t break down sobbing like any normal person would, like Chrissie had on her behalf. Calla didn’t feel like crying. She felt nothing at all. “I don’t know what to say to him.”

“Don’t say anything. There’s no point. Are you going to leave him? No, of course you aren’t. Are you going to demand he stops, give him some ultimatum? No, because he wouldn’t listen.”

Calla gazed blankly at her, broken.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Chrissie sighed. “That if he was ordinary, just like any other husband, an electrical engineer or accountant, some nine-to-five office man...that if he was just John Deacon then this would never have happened to you. And you’re probably right. But he’s not just John Deacon. He’s Queen, he’s a rock star, he’s a legend, just like Brian and Fred and Rog. And there has to be some price to pay for all of that, doesn’t there? We get the children and the houses and the fortune...we get a better life than most people could ever dream of. Because of who our men are, because of what they’ve accomplished. But we will never have all of them.”

Calla stared at her open palms. They were empty, except for one ring on each hand: amethyst on the left, a pink stone on the right.

“And anyway, if you aren’t willing to pay that price then there are probably a million other women who would be, so don’t think you have any leverage here.”

“I don’t understand why he had to do this,” Calla said quietly. “I don’t understand what changed. I don’t understand what I did.”

“Honey, no.” Chrissie seized her hands fiercely. “You didn’t do anything. He did it. John did it. He has his choices. You can’t control them. You have your own to make.” Calla didn’t respond. “You once told me that even if Brian was unfaithful, it didn’t have to mean that he didn’t love me. Maybe that’s true. Maybe it’s just something they do. Maybe it doesn’t mean anything at all.”

Calla met her eyes. “I think that’s easier advice to give than to receive.”

Chrissie smiled, tiredly, pained. “Now you understand.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“I’m not going on stage with him.”

“Darling, what are you fretting about?!” Freddie pounded on the door with his fists. “It’s time to go, Rog! Jesus christ, they say I’m always late, they say I’m the dramatic one...”

Roger opened the door, and Freddie took off his sunglasses. His eyes went wide and darted everywhere as he took in the room, littered with glass and in utter disarray.

“Oh my,” he breathed. He closed the door behind him cautiously. “So...”

“He did it. The bastard finally did it.” Roger paced to Freddie, to the wall, back to Fred.

“Who, Rog?”

“John fucking Deacon.”

“Deaky...? What did he...?” Freddie was trying to understand, he really was.

Roger stared at Fred, hands on his waist.

“Oh,” Freddie said. “Oh.” He blinked, letting it sink through him. “Oh god, Calla.”

“I want to murder him, I want to stop him, I want to tell him exactly—”

“It’s not your place, Roger. And you’d be a hypocrite. You are far from the Virgin Mary.”

“That’s different,” he said weakly.

“Yes, it is different, isn’t it? And I know why it’s different. But John doesn’t, and I don’t think you want him to know. You don’t want him to know until you’ve decided what to do about it.”

“Whose fucking side are you on?! Who are you rooting for, Fred, tell me, I’d love to know.”

“I’m on Queen’s side. You should be too. This anger you have towards John, this bitterness—”

“Because he was supposed to be the good one!” Roger roared. “Because it was supposed to be okay that she married him, that she ended up with him, that he got the ring and the kids and fucking everything else because he was the good one.”

Freddie shrugged. “Maybe none of us are the good ones. Maybe we all are. Maybe life is more grey than black and white.”

Roger glared at him in disbelief. “Do you not care about her at all?”

Freddie raged across the room, jabbing his finger into Roger’s heaving chest. “Are you fucking insane? I would kill for that girl. I would gut lions and tigers with my bare hands for that girl. But meddling in her marriage is not my place, just like it isn’t yours. And I’m sure as hell not going to be the one to tell her and break her heart. Are you, Roger?”

Roger, hands in his pockets, studied the floor like it was the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel and said nothing. Of course he wouldn’t tell her. “She’s going to know. Even if it doesn’t end up in the tabloids. She’s not naïve. She can read people.” He covered his mouth with his hand and shook his head. “She can read everyone but me, apparently.”

“She knows everything about you, Rog. She just can’t bring herself to believe it.”

Roger looked up at Freddie, his brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Darling,” Freddie said impatiently, as if it was obvious. “Part of her is always going to be that scared little orphan girl from Chicago who doesn’t think anyone could love her.”

“But that’s ridiculous,” Roger replied, wounded.

Freddie nodded wisely. “And yet our demons persist.” He pointed around the room, to the disemboweled television, the shattered mirror, the paintings torn off the walls. “You’ll have to pay for all this. Get cleaned up. We should have been on stage five minutes ago.”

“I’m not going,” Roger said, but even he sounded uncertain now.

“Of course you are, darling. It’s what we do. It’s all we know how to do. Go out there and get high on the crowd and play until you can’t feel anything, until even your bones feel like they belong to someone else. And then live to see another day.”

“Okay. Okay, Fred.” Roger pulled on a fresh shirt, picked a jacket out of his suitcase, combed his hair. Then he turned back to Freddie, his hands open, empty. “I don’t know what to do,” he said helplessly.

“What is she to you, Rog?”

What kind of a question was that? Not a wife, not a girlfriend, not a sister, not a lover. Nothing. Everything. The opposite of an anchor. At last he answered: “She’s my best friend.”

Freddie smiled. He’d already known. “Then act like it.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The children had fallen asleep on the living room couch as Calla read them a bedtime story, the fire crackling in the woodstove, the light dim and auburn and flickering. She carried them upstairs one by one, clutching their tiny bodies to her chest, breathing them in. They looked so peaceful, so content. They didn’t know anything about the world yet, and she was glad.

The phone rang every few hours. Calla didn’t know who it was, Brian or Chrissie or John—not John, never John, he’s not thinking about you—or someone else entirely, it didn’t matter. She never answered. She had nothing to say. She felt gutted, hollow, bloodless. She felt like the world was nothing but winter.

As she paced around the kitchen, the phone rang again. Calla glared at it for a moment. Then something told her to answer.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” Roger said breathlessly. “I’ve been trying to reach you. Gotta start picking up the phone, Yankee. Are you okay?”

“Hi.” And there it was all at once: tears stinging in her eyes, trembling hands, a searing like embers in her throat. She pressed her knuckles to her lips, willing herself to stay silent.

“Do you need someone to talk to?”

“Yeah,” Calla whispered, and broke down completely, like a ship blasted into wreckage.

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In a Room Set Afire by Ash and Crimson

As requested by a couple people, I️ did a thing and wrote a smut version of the throne room scene. Enjoy & plz remember that English is NOT my first language. Also on Ao3 💜💜💜💜

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Milliseconds before the explosion, Rey’s connection with the Force rears its head with a preternatural knowledge of what is coming.

Miniscule hairs raise along her arms. Static electricity fills the air, making her teeth buzz and bones groan.

A metallic tang, silver and biting, licks at her mouth, makes it taste like anger and burning things.

It is too late.

A flash of light, so brilliant it stains the retina of her eyes with starbursts, echoes across the room, the galaxy, and whatever fated thing connects their damaged souls. A cacophonous resonance that is equal parts thunder and lightning - the tumultuous roar of waves on the ocean and the clash of a spitting red blade and its ancient blue twin.

She’s thrown backwards in its fury, and she feels her back collide with one of those arching pillars, hard.

And then only grey.

Grey everywhere. Mist and smoke and shadows and blood. Light and Dark. Grey .

Then -

Light filtering through smoke, hazy in its diaphanous opulence, thick and choking.

Scattered embers, floating by, sparks of flame and heat. Pinpricks of light in the after, like ever-burning stars.

Rey first registers pain. She rates it, categorizes it, analyzing.

It travels up her back, starting low. Rey guesses a deep, vivid cerise colors where she impacted, sinking deep into the tissue.

It hurts, Maker it hurts, but it’s nothing she hasn’t handled before.

She’s had worse.

Taking stock of the rest of her body, a habit from days long past spent in the sweltering sun, jagged landscapes, and gritty sand, she is surprised to find no other afflictions awaiting her attention excepting a piercing ringing in her ears.

She tries to sit up, but the pushing on her back makes her collapse again in vain. A pained cry leaves her ash-dusted lips, angry tears filling her burning eyes.

She takes a deep breath, about to roll onto her side, when her ears detect something amongst the continuous ringing.

The sound of shifting in rubble, a low, but nevertheless audible groan.

She feels when he comes to completely, the tether between them snapping to attention, awakening.

Much to her displeasure, she senses him do a bodily check of himself, just like she does.

Just like she does.

She wonders what other nasty habits they have, both detests and relishes the very thought that this man shared something (many things?) in common with her.

There’s nothing wrong with him - she already knows this and suspects he does too. He has to also know what exactly she is feeling at this very moment, the pain she harbours in her rough, scavenger’s body.

She cannot make out much, her eyes burning with smoke, but she does see the telltale black form of him from across the room.

He stands quicker than expected, scanning the wreckage around him.

For his lightsaber, Rey thinks, but he ignores the black hilted weapon on the ground, the silver chrome pieces of the one they just destroyed near to it.

Over the bond, she feels panic, deep and gripping, choking him with a band-iron fist.

He’s looking for her, she realizes.

Wondering why he doesn’t just tug on their bond, she realizes: all he can feel is her pain, encompassing, nothing more.

I’m here.

She’s not sure why she says it, but she tugs at the starlit bond like it is a thread between them, pulling him towards her.

His eyes do the rest of the work, moving to her side with swift but sure steps.

Initially, she was sure he would strike her down himself, or leave her to the ruin of the throne room.

But now she knows he would never.

She does not like the thought.

Then he’s next to her, wiping her face free of soot, leather gloves cool against her kyberfire-tinged cheeks.

You’re burning, he tells her, and she is unsure as to his meaning.

So are you, she replies anyways.

Biting the glove off his right hand with his teeth, he lifts a hand to her temple, caressing almost.

It is not a touch meant for pleasure, but purpose.

He takes her pain, drinks it like some heady, rich wine, a delicacy on his flickering snake’s tongue.

It changes within him, like he is some type of living power converter. Makes him stronger, gives him strength instead of weakening.

Her back no longer hurts, and so she sits up on her elbows, the world swimming for a moment as she adjusts.

Glancing upwards at where he is still crouched above her, she swallows with a dry throat.

The lack of pain leaves Rey unsure.

Her pain had kept her grounded, sure of something. Now her emotions run rampant.

Through pain I gain strength, Rey thinks to him. Isn’t that what your stupid code says?

A small flicker on his lips, perhaps amusement, perhaps chastisement.

Passion, comes his voice in her head. And that is the way of the Sith, of which I am not apart of. That is what I want to leave behind.

They hold each other’s gazes openly, dark, pupils blown.

Perhaps it is the oxygen-depleted air, the smoky haze, the adrenaline in the both of them.

Perhaps it is something else.Either way, she meets him halfway as their mouths slot over one another.

There is none of the gentle caresses of the force bond, none of the hesitance, the bated breath.

Instead, it’s tongues and teeth and heat.

Hair pulling, nails scraping, ripping clothes down the middle until they hang by mere threads to their flushed bodies.

It’s a battle, not a kiss, yet still the same fight they always find themselves resigned to.

Soon enough, he is nudging her slick thighs apart with a knee, pinning her to the ground with his bare right hand around her neck.

He leans down to rip another kiss from her raw lips, and she pulls him down so that he is hovering just above her.

He is all she can see, consuming her sight, expansive skin and silvery-pink scars and that red sinner’s mouth.

His gloved left hand trails through her viscid heat, finds her more than ready for him.

His eyes are dark, smug, reeking of triumph.

“Join me,” he breathes into her skin, the words red-hot and deliciously soft.

“N-”

The breath leaves both their lungs as he slides into her.

The bond flares, and they experience the other in ways entirely new. She can feel her slick heat wrapped around him, just as he can feel himself pulsing inside of her.

“Move,” Rey growls, commands , and he squeezes her neck warningly in response, his hips snapping into her simultaneously.

The feeling, doubled by their bond, has Rey almost crying out. She bites down hard on her swollen lower lip instead, containing it.

Kylo watches, staring down at her with such a dark, predatory intensity that she finds herself growing slick all over again.

“Join me,” he repeats, teeth gritted and lips pulled back into a fierce sneer.

“No,” Rey resists, opening her legs farther to his onslaught, wrapping them around his lower waist.

“Leave it behind,” he snarls into her ear, hitting a particular spot that has Rey arching against him, keening.

Her protests are weaker now, stilted rejections on single, short breaths.

“Leave it!”

“I won’t,” Rey groans out, fingernails digging into his biceps, breaking skin.

“None of it matters - it doesn’t matter,” he growls around thrusts, one hand still collaring her, the other supporting her back.

His leather gloves slide over where Rey knows she must be bruised from her collision with the pillar, but she hardly cares. She knows she will have many more bruises once the night is over.

“Say it,” he hisses in her ear, teeth gritted, hips snapping again and again and again.

She does not respond this time, eyes squeezed tightly shut as he hits that singular place inside that has her tensing and releasing a single wet sob of pleasure.

“Rey,” he seethes, seeking an answer, a concession of her pride and being.

Suddenly, the force is all around them, crystal clear and thrumming.

He is drawing on it, having it caress places on her, in her, that has her sobbing louder.

“It doesn’t matter,” she finally wails, one hand pulling viciously at his obsidian locks as if to cause him pain for making her agree, her legs sliding up and down his sweat-slicked back as he thrusts into her over and over.

“Again.”

“It-,” she chokes on a gasp. “It doesn’t matter.”

Her eyes squeeze shut once more, feeling a molten burn in her belly that hastens with each passing moment.

The bond crescendos, builds until they are both teetering on the edge of falling, of being consumed.

“Let go,” Kylo commands, growls darkly. His words an exact mirror of his desperate yells earlier.

And, this time, she does.

The explosion that lights them both is larger than that of the lightsaber’s, but is inside the cradle of their heads, their very souls. Both are blinded by the sheer intensity.

They are left panting and breathless, but finally whole through the embrace of the force in a room set afire by ash and crimson.

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