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lavalais76 · 5 days

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I was reading terrible things about Sansa Stark and now my blood is boiling. How could people HATE an 11 yr old child who has absolutely no control over her own life. They went as far as to saying the mountain-clan will kidnap her and she will marry Timit!!!!😳

They also say Sansa will remain in the Vale until the end of the last book, but have no objections to Arya and Dany on a revenge killing spree. And for God's sake don't mention Sansa with Jon. They absolutely go INSANE, saying Dany and Jon will save humanity. Dany can't save anyone if she is killing millions of people and burning others alive.

Sansa will kill LF with the help of Timit is what they say and OHHH, Jon will marry Val. How TF can Val be QINT when she is a wilding and no real princess. She looks the part as Jon says, but we ALL know what kind of woman Jon REALLY CRAVE. A high born willowy creature who brushes her hair waiting for some knight to save her.

Jon craves Sansa Stark aNd I personally believe he always HAVE. My response to "these idiots was this: (and I could be wrong) but who knows.

Alyas Karstark was a red herring. Sansa is definitely the girl in grey. Miranda also has a grey cloak that went missing and WHY would Miranda mention Jon being LC to Sansa? There is a reason for all of that. Just like Arya and Jon were to fall in love in original version, it's going to be Sansa and Jon.

Jon even says he has no sister (,5Never considered Sansa a sister) he then says “my half sister truly” (that's what he and Sansa referred to each other as) He mistakes Melsandra for Ygritte, and says all robes are GREY in the dark, yet suddenly hers were RED. Martin is a hell of a writer, and I was in denial about Sansa being the grey girl as well. Not anymore.

Sansa is getting the hell out of the Vale. There will be no kidnapping from mointain-clans or falling in love with a secondary character such as Timit. What sense would that even make? Some people act as if Sansa doesn't matter, or she is some side character when she has one of the most tragic SAD stories in the whole series. She is scared and do whatever she has to do to survive, even if it means allowing LF to kiss her and molest her in which she has NO CONTROL over. It also blows my mind how people were “shipping” (and I hate that word) Sansa Stark and the HOUND of all monsters. Sansa has had 4 FALE BEASTS in her life. Joffery, Tyrion, The Hound, and LF. These men are evil and takes advantage of a young lonely 11 yr old girl who has been captured like a butterfly in a Jar. They are evil, YES; BUT they are NOT the real BEAST.

The real BEAST is Jon Snow. As we know, Jon was already a bit ruthless before the stabbings. (I do not think Jon died that night) For ONE: We need to think about the SNOW and hypothermia which can save the lives of people who are bleeding by knife wound or gunshot would. It's simple Science. Will Jon be on the brink of death and have a Near death experience? YES. There will be a lot of chaos at Castle Black and the wildings are very loyal to Jon. Eventually they will be ruling the wall while Jon recovers along with a few other loyal CROWS that love and respect Jon.

Master Ameon had a dragon dream when him, Gilly and Sam sailed off. He couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to tell Jon Snow that “ the cold preserves.” A fan asked GRRM about Jon's resurrection, and Martin said, “You think Jon is dead do you?” Maybe he was toying around, but everyone automatically assumed he DIED when there is absolutely NO EVIDENCE.

“He never felt the 4 knife only the cold” How do we even know there was a 4th knife or any other knives afterwards? Why was Jon’s hand clumsy when he tried to pull his sword out? Did they drug him? Why was Ghost acting hostile before the stabbings? Of course Ghost knew what was up. There is no telling who is involved in the attempt on Jon's life. Melsandra told him to watch the ones who smile in his face while they sharpen their daggers. I don't even rule Satin out, as Ive said many, many times.

On the show, Ollie was Satin in my opinion. They did not want to give it away. Back to Jon and Sansa and a few other things. First I want to say, Melsandra will definitely burn Shrinee thinking Stannis is actually dead. She will play absolutely NO PART in bringing Jon back from his “coma”. It's going to be Jon's wolf who saves him and release his soul back into his body, and Ghost will die, also sliding his shadow into Jon because Jon IS GHOST.

He will definitely be a beast and he will not be the same Jon as we know him. This is where Sansa Stark ( girl in grey) will come along and temper Jon just like she did the hound. They will eventually work together and fall in love and struggle with these feelings because keep in mind, Jon and Sansa does not know each other AT ALL. Yes, he will welcome her in open arms and be extremely protective of her, and yes they will fight while trying to get their home back or when they have to rebuild Winterfell together. (The blood of Winterfell)

Sansa Stark is destined to go North because she is the only one out of all the Stark children who has her wolf buried at Winterfell, and as Melsandra like to say: “the bones remember"

#jon snow #jonsa #jon x sansa #sansa stark #jonsa meta #girl in grey #jon x sansa meta #i dont think jon died the boy in him did #jon is in a coma like bran and will warg ghost

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euphor1a · 2 years

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‘tis your throne | jjk

↬ fandom: bts

↬ pairing: ceo!jungkook x f!reader

↬ genre: established relationship, fluff (if you squint a bit), pwp, smut

↬ summary: You thought that it’s your seat. But no, according to Jungkook, ‘tis your throne.

↬ rating: 18+ (minors dni)

↬ word count: ~4.1K

↬ warnings: profanity, explicit sexual content, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, nipple play, oral sex (f! & m! receiving — *cough* 69 *cough*), fingering, dirty talking, rough sex, pet names, unprotected sex, over stimulation, multiple orgasms (f! receiving), big dick!jungkook (yes this is a warning, it should be a warning), squirting, creampie — this is a work of fiction and doesn’t represent jungkook in any way!

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 🌺 a/n ꒱ remember the menace that was purple haired dilf vibes jungkook? yeah :') that’s all i wanna say. enjoy friends! this is a repost from my old account 👯! the summary makes no sense, right? well read the whole thing and it’ll make so much sense ;)

Jungkook steps out of the elevator, sighing in relief. He’s finally home after another hectic day, and even though he’s exhausted, his steps are fast, taking him to the door of his luxury condo. The familiar rush of happiness he gets when he arrives home makes his heart thrum in his chest. He can’t wait to see a certain special someone. He can’t wait to get lost in the feeling of his love, the light of his life.

“Sweetheart?” Jungkook’s searching voice snaps you back to reality. Pleasantly surprised, you step back from the mirror. He’s home already? Admiring your figure in the beautiful, lace lingerie one last time, you head towards the closet, your heels clicking against the tiled floor.

“Baby? Aren’t you home?” His honeyed voice wraps you up in a comforting daze.

You hurriedly put on a dress shirt to cover yourself, finally gathering yourself and answering him, “Coming!”

Running fingers through your messy and untamed hair, you close the bedroom door behind you. As you walk out in the spacious living space, you feel excitement bubbling up in your chest. Soon enough, you spot him on the couch, a glass of his old faithful whiskey on the table in front of him as he frowns at his MacBook screen. After hesitating for a bit, you take a seat right beside him. A soft smile curves Jungkook’s mouth upwards, his right hand automatically taking a hold of your thigh. You wrap your arms around his waist in return, resting your chin on his shoulder. Moments of comfortable silence stretches, and you enquire, your eyes fixed on him, “What is it?”

He shakes his head in response, squeezing your thigh gently. “It’s nothing love. Don’t worry.”

Not convinced at all, you hold his chin firmly, making his gaze shift to you instead. “Are you sure?”

With a heavy sigh, he closes the device wearily. Knowing very well that he’s stressed, you run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp in hopes of helping him, even if just a bit. Jungkook melts under your touch, turning around to bury his face in the softness of your chest. You drop a chaste kiss on his forehead, feeling complete.

“What would I do without you, ____?” he hums, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes fondly.

You peck his lips endearingly, touching your foreheads together. “Probably you’d age faster with all the stress and be lonely.” The mental image of your words make you suppress a giggle, earning an eye roll from him.

Settling you on his lap, he slaps your butt teasingly. “You had to go there, didn’t you?” You barely manage to hold your laugh, struggling to keep silent. But Jungkook seems to be far away from the conversation all of a sudden, his eyes now drinking you in slowly. “Fuck.” He curses under his breath while his fingers gently trace the border of your panties over the shirt. “Why are you wearing this today?”

You shrug, very nonchalantly so. “I was just trying on random stuff the whole evening. After wearing this, I didn’t really feel like discarding them… so I just kept it on.”

He nods thoughtfully, bunching up the shirt around your waist to grab you. “Good thing that you kept this on. I can’t wait until all of these will be showcased on our bedroom floor.” His voice is husky and playful, and you feel his bulge subtly growing against your core. Your teeth instinctively sink into the soft flesh of your lower lip.

Jungkook cups your cheek, pulling you closer to capture your mouth in a slow, languid kiss. He nibbles on your lower lip, coaxing you to open up to him. You let out a gasp and his tongue finds yours, a pleasant shiver running down your spine as he caresses your sides. A moan escapes you when he starts grinding his hips with yours, a low growl vibrating in his throat.

Out of breath, you pull away first, your pupils dilated from wild desire. He tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, throwing you a devilish grin. Unsure of what he’s about to do, you lean into his touch, purring.

“Jungkook!” you screech, suddenly turned upside down as he throws you over his shoulder swiftly, carrying you to the bedroom. A rough slap across your right ass cheek makes you whimper, and you swear that there’s a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

Once inside, he gently places you down. Just as you’re about to go off on him, he pushes you up against the wall, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Oh!” you mewl out, losing all your power to his ministrations. He nibbles on your earlobe, his gaze locking with yours.

“You’ll remember only me once I’m done with you, love. Just me and how I make you feel.” The determined tone of his voice and the hunger evident in his honey brown orbs are proof of just how serious he is about his plans.

“Is that so?” You make sure to flutter your eyelashes at the end, the words rolling smoothly off your tongue.

Jungkook is sure he has seen every shade of the very wide range of your smiles, but the smug grin painted on your lips right now is something else entirely. He looks at you transfixed, unable to act on his sinful thoughts. You are more than capable, though.

You push him away, walking slowly towards the luxurious king-sized bed. Your hips sway to an enchanting melody only your mind knows. With a graceful twirl, you fall on the sheets, inviting Jungkook to join you with your index finger and irresistible, lustful eyes. He lazily strides up to the bed, sizing you up and down. Just a moment later, he’s towering over you, waiting for the next move.

A teasing spectacle begins to unwind — you start undressing yourself, your every motion frustratingly slow. You kick your heels off while your fingers pull your dress shirt up to peel off the tights, spreading your legs slightly with your feet pressed against Jungkook’s chest. His strong hands, ludicrously eager to touch you, move the sheer material down delicately, letting it fall on the floor. His mouth instantly glues to the bare skin of your ankle, peppering tender kisses up your leg without breaking eye contact.

Like a tulip blooming beneath the warm sunlight, you gently caress your bare thighs under his gaze, the elevation of your breaths making him smile. You can feel your skin tingling for his touch, the urge to have him almost too much to bear. He leans down to nuzzle your inner thighs, a jolt of electricity spreading goosebumps over your skin.

You finally divest yourself of your sheer white dress shirt, noticing the newfound hunger in Jungkook’s gaze scanning your barely clothed silhouette. The smirk crossing your face matches his as you pull down the straps of your bra, letting your breasts jump out of the cups. His pants suddenly become unbearably tight. It becomes apparent that there is a certain rush required for the both of you.

Impatient, he peels off your lace thong, the delicate material flying away somewhere in the room. He leans in to kiss you, your legs automatically curling around his waist.

“I can’t believe that I get to see this piece of art whenever I want,” Jungkook whispers between hard, long kisses, his calloused, big hands massaging your breasts. You gasp, pulling on the purple strands of his hair as he starts to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. Wet heat gathers in your core as his mouth sucks on your collarbones.

“You’re so goddamn gorgeous, ____.” His hot breath fans over your erect nipples. You moan wantonly, throwing back your head in pleasure when he finally wraps his lip around a sensitive bud, his tongue eagerly licking on it. His left hand occupies itself with your other breast, rolling and pinching the nipple. He groans, biting you softly when you pull a bit too hard on his hair, a strangled whimper leaving you.

You try to buck up your hips against his, seeking friction between you two. Jungkook stops immediately, looking up to see your current state — a writhing mess. With a gentle bite on your nipple, he leaves your chest, a questioning look in his eyes. “What do you want me to do, baby?”

You whine in protest, trying to pull him down on you. But he’s much stronger – and only gives you a sly grin. Desperate for his touch, you grab his hand, guiding it between your legs, just where you want it. But he takes his hand away, demanding, “Tell me, ____. Tell me what you want.”

With a shaky breath, you whisper, “I need you to touch my clit, please.” As a coy smile plays on his lips, he lets his finger trail down your belly, approaching your slit. Jungkook stops right before the swollen nub, chuckling at your whine. “Please.”

You lift your ass, hoping that his hand will slide down as a result. But he pushes your hips down, his voice low. “Behave, sweets.” Watching your puppy dog eyes, he sighs. You know his weak spots, too damn well.

With one last look, he nestles himself between the warm cocoon of your thighs. You clutch onto the bed sheets, knowing very well what’s about to happen. “So eager for me.” The heated words puff against your core and you squirm.

He gently thumbs the sensitive bundle of nerves, coaxing a soft whimper from you. Increasing the pressure on it sometimes, he enjoys the sounds you make in response. He gently nips your inner thigh, one of your hands flying to his long hair. Jungkook kisses your clit before starting to suck on it. “Please… That’s… ” you choke out, his adept tongue stimulating you further.

“That’s what?” You can feel his smile against your skin.

Inhaling sharply, you say, “That feels so good.” His teeth drag on the nub, making you scream. “Jungkook!”

Jungkook knows he looks just as wrecked as you, his eyes fixed on your hazy ones and his hair tousled from your tugging.

In a massive surge of desire, he extracts himself from you to get rid of the problematic fabrics on his body. With his hungry gaze on you, he flings both his underwear and pants off. Your smile widens at the bold initiative and you sit up to reach for his shirt, unbuttoning it. Your eyes fall on his erection, the glorious size of it bobbing lazily. Gingerly, you let your hand skim the lines of his chiseled abs, inching closer to his cock.

“Later,” Jungkook whispers, grabbing your wrist before it can reach him. He pushes you back down on the bed, towering over your small form. It seems like he’s back to admiring your naked body, his eyes roaming all over you. “You’re all fucking mine.” The material of his shirt slides off his shoulders with a tug, leaving both of you in the raw.

Every time he sees you naked feels like the first time, even though he knows every inch of your body by heart – touched it, licked it, kissed it, sucked it, memorized it. Nevertheless, he can’t get enough. His jaw drops every single time he’s met with your mesmeric curves.

So he just stands there, like the fool he is for you, examining you with his wild brown eyes as if he is comparing you with a fantasy, holding his urge on a leash. You stare back at him, your eyes alight with similar fascination and tenderness – now slightly overshadowed by something more primal.

In the blink of an eye you are all over each other again, rolling around the bed with lips melting in a fervent kiss and curious fingers uncovering one another’s mysteries. The cold, rainy weather outside seems a distant world away as the heat between you magnifies with every shared breath.

Jungkook’s greedy lips quickly follow down your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along the way. The sweet distinctive trace of vanilla on your blazing skin befuddles all his senses, but he doesn’t allow that weakness to hinder his primary mission.

“Jungkook…” A sharp moan escapes your mouth at the sensation of his tongue closing around the soft spot behind your ear. His hands take care of your shaking body, his rock hard cock resting against your navel.

The journey soon continues; his hands slowly head towards your core, driving you absolutely insane with even the tiniest movement. He’s partially stunned by how responsive you are to his touch, how your body reacts just the way he wants it to.

He dips his index finger into your warmth, groaning as he feels your juices coating him.

“Fuck. You’re dripping wet, baby.” He doesn’t even have to send a proper request – you open yourself willingly, spreading your legs wide. But Jungkook just smirks roguishly in response, shaking his head. “I have another idea.” He kisses you one last time and flips you two over, leaving you flabbergasted and gawking at his manhood standing tall for special attention. “Come here.”

You do as you are told, using your elbows to straighten up before straddling him. He bites his lip in silent frustration when your soaked folds wet his member, gliding up his length. The hiss he let out disappears into your mouth when you throw yourself at him with a passionate, all-consuming kiss. His hands grab your hips possessively, forcing you to move forward.

“Closer,” he mutters, kissing your jaw.

Unaware of his intentions, you blink confusedly. But that sly smile dancing on his face quickly reminds you how good of a player Jeon Jungkook is. Always catching you off guard, but surely making it pleasant for you.

You kiss the tip of his nose and rise up, moving all the way up, until you’re settled directly above his mouth.

“Is this my seat?” Your voice is nothing but a whisper, dripping with anticipation.

“'Tis your throne, love.”

Jungkook doesn’t offer you a chance to answer – he lowers your hips, guiding your entrance straight onto his mouth. You teeter at the contact, hands reaching blindly for the bed frame, while his firm grip on your body keeps you in place.

He gives you no chance to recover – his tongue begins teasing your clit, every flick deliberate and exhilarating, setting your body on fire. Your hips roll to the rhythm of his skillful ministrations, begging for more friction.

The bed frame serves its purpose perfectly, your knuckles turning numb from the pressure of gripping for steadiness. You bite your cheek, trying to muffle the moans escaping your mouth. But how can you stay silent when he’s sucking you so good? You’re ready to let the whole neighborhood know that you’re riding Jeon Jungkook’s face.

Jungkook doubles the effort, driving you higher and higher. As pleasure rips through you, you feel how exposed you are without his steadying arms wrapped around you. You instinctively reach for your breasts, squeezing them as hard as you can, floating through the orgasm with frenzied moans spilling out your lips.

Jungkook takes in every nuance of you – the way your body flexes on him, eyes half shut by the ecstatic feeling, your breasts aquiver, beads of sweat rolling down your skin and that sweet, sweet taste. You are spectacular and he is determined to keep you on the high wave.

Much to your surprise, Jungkook continues lashing at your clit after you fall apart. The overwhelming heat keeps on spurring you, making your knees quiver.

“Jungkook!” you yelp, not sure if it’s a cry of relish or call for help. It doesn’t stop him, though. His tongue sweeps your cunt relentlessly while his thumb rubs your oversensitive clit. But you have to get his attention. “Jungkook, wait!” He stops, utterly concerned, holding your shaky thighs. Before he manages to ask what’s wrong, you speak up again, your velvet voice faltering as you beam with satisfaction. “I have an idea.”

Jungkook loosens up the grip on you and watches with piqued interest as you spin around just to nestle on top of him, with your cute butt landing right in front of his face. You send him a sultry look over your shoulder and take his cock in your soft hands to give him a few powerful strokes.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to—”

The sentence is cut in the middle when your tongue twirls around his tip, pulling his length deep in your mouth. His hands land on your ass, seeking for something to grip tight as your excellent work sends a visceral thrill through his whole body. He can’t see you, but he can feel you struggling to take him all in. But you’re no quitter – a paralyzing warmth takes over his body a few moments later. His hips buck up slightly to meet your mouth, your head moving sluggishly up and down his throbbing cock. For a split second, you completely blow his mind.

In an instant, Jungkook gathers himself and gently brings you closer in one swift movement. His mouth dives into your pussy again, eliciting a strangled moan as you squirm on top of him.

When he slips two fingers to join his tongue, you stop dead in your tracks, falling forward, choking on his cock that hits your throat. He can feel every muscle on your body tensing at the additional friction. You moan loudly around his length, sending vibrations through him. He groans, his tongue ravishing your slit. The pace of his fingers slow down ever so slightly, in rhythm with your pulsating cunt.

Riding out the high, you want to return the favor. Jungkook will cum with you too. Porn made it all look so easy and nonchalant, but it’s truly arduous. How are you supposed to pay all your attention to sucking his girth when you’re already so close to your second orgasm? He knows how to draw out the pleasure from you.

As your body breaks out in exhilarating shivers, you set your furious focus on his cock. Your head bobs up and down, tongue and hand working his length up tirelessly in an unsteady, yet powerful manner. Your dedication is greeted with a few muffled moans and an additional digit teasing your entrance as a reward. It’s definitely not a race, but feeling his tongue and fingers plunging deep into your core, you finally realize Jungkook obviously plans to completely demolish you. And you are slowly giving in.

The air fills with obscene slippery sounds and quiet humming on both sides – the obvious proof of immense pleasure building up. Despite your ecstasy-fueled exhaustion, you keep your pace, tongue and fingers working earnestly to push him over the edge. Your moans and whimpers get louder soon, your walls squeezing him as you feel his cock throbbing in your mouth.

Maybe it’s a race after all. Maybe the fervor of your movements match your dedication to each other.

You sense the release is close. You feel it deep inside your core, as Jungkook’s dynamic licking and rubbing paralyzes you with blissful shivers. Your mouth stills around his member, your whole body trembling as you cum again. In a flash, you collapse on him with absolute pleasure, unable to move for a long while, basking in the afterglow. Jungkook slows down, gently licking each drop of nectar you offered, prolonging the pleasure.

When you finally have the power to extract your mouth from his cock and sit up, you notice that he’s still rock hard. Your saliva makes the veins glisten, and you almost feel bad for failing to make him cum.

“Sweetheart? Are you okay?” His hand rubs your back soothingly, concern laced with his voice. You nod, slowly turning around to finally meet his gaze, his frown melting into a soft smile. One blink and you’re on your back again, his body covering yours as he peppers your face with kisses.

“Jungkook!” you mewl, his chin slick from your essence. He grunts in response, his cock sliding along your slit.

“I want you,” he states, his tip right on your entrance, waiting for your confirmation.

“Fuck me, Jungkook.”

Without any hesitation, he enters you with a hefty push, filling you up in a way you’ve never experienced before. Maybe it’s because you’re overly sensitive, or maybe because you just tried something new with him… you don’t know. You hear the hitch of his breath once he hits the hilt, a desperate moan escaping you.

You are perfectly accustomed to his size somehow. But you didn’t expect this all-consuming, almost agonizing feeling of fullness before he is even pounding into you. A series of vehement whimpers escape your mouth without your permission and your chest heaves as you struggle to control your breathing.

Jungkook immediately notices the unconcealable shift in your demeanor. He cups your cheek, slowly pulling out of you.

“Baby, is everything all right?” he whispers, his voice full of concern. “Do you want me to stop?”

You instinctively grab his hand and lock your body on him with an inaudible cry, every word a torture. “I want you inside.”

He nods, relieved, pulling you as close as it is humanly possible. Your head lolls back, resting comfortably on the pillow so you can glance at him between the fits of passion. You two exchange a blithe smile, reflecting the dizzying sensation of each other’s presence. Jungkook’s lips brush over your forehead in a sweet kiss just as he begins moving inside of you.

He starts off slow, pulling in and out as gently as he can, keeping you cradled in his protective arms. Your previous remark proves to be right – you are insanely tight and lubricated, your scent and unrestrained moans only adding to his arousal. He knows he won’t last long.

“Harder, please,” you whimper, your nails digging into his back, sure to leave marks that’ll be visible for the upcoming days. He willingly complies, deepening his thrusts, setting a merciless pace. The sound of slapping flesh punctuated by your heavy breathing and vocalized pleasure mixes in the most indecent way.

Everything is Jungkook – he invades all your senses, emptying your mind, leaving nothing but his name. You can feel the thunder of your heart pounding against your chest; his hands mindlessly roam over your curves as you remain trapped in his strong embrace. His fingers sneak up to your clit, rubbing you with expert precision while his cock keeps on ravishing you. You are mere seconds away from yet another orgasm, unable to communicate in any form other than shameless moaning.

His deafening groans get more desperate, thrusts slower and rigid, while his fingers rub your clit desperately.

You fall over the edge soon, screaming out his name in pure pleasure. Jungkook ruts his hips harder, getting closer to his release. But, on the other hand, something carnal starts building up in your body, your vision blacking out as suddenly you feel a flow of warm liquid running down your thighs. Jungkook curses. “Fuck baby. Fuck! Look at you squirting, a freaking goddess, my goddess.”

You can only purr in response, your addled brain unable to register anything else. He growls out loud, the feeling of your inner walls clenching around him along with the hot liquid of your squirt on his stomach too much to handle. With a final sloppy thrust, he chokes out a groan of your name, thick ropes of his cum spilling inside you. Completely spent, he falls over your body, your bodies a tangled mess of each other.

Once you both have recovered and cleaned up the mess; Jungkook pulls you into his arms, sighing contentedly. You draw random patterns on his chest with your finger while he strokes your hair. The comfortable, domestic silence prolongs, until Jungkook speaks up again.

“Was I too hard on you today?” He tilts your chin, his eyes gentle. For a moment you lose yourself in the warmth of his eyes.

“Not at all, I – I enjoyed it.” You smile softly, lowering your head shyly. He touches his forehead with yours, his lips just a breath away from you.

“I love you. So fucking much.” He squeezes you in his arms, kissing you gently on the lips. You hum appreciatively, sighing.

“I love you too, Jungkook.” You two share an endearing, personal smile that’s reserved for each other. Burying your face in his chest, you listen to his steadying heartbeat and slowly drift off to a peaceful sleep.

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i edited this a bit in some places and changed up some stuff from the original one! as i had mentioned previously, my writing matured up a lot since i wrote this things... so i’ll probably gonna end up editing and revamping the really old works before i repost them 😩!!

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soudakuwunmoment · 7 months

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About Dirk's role in the downfall of DirkJake

I mentioned recently in a post that I don't like DirkJake as much as I used to, and credited that to how Jake treated Dirk before they broke up. I know it's far more popular to say the breakup was Dirk's fault, but I'm here to add my perspective, because I truly don't think this is entirely the case.

Disclaimer, I am BIASED AS SHIT. I LOVE Dirk as a character, I relate to him on many levels, and his breakup with Jake is one of those levels. I was in Dirk's place a few years ago in a near identical situation, with a partner who was dissatisfied with our relationship and refused to tell me, while simultaneously distancing from me in a way which was incredibly unhealthy. I don't hold it against him now, and neither do I hold it against Jake. Both were teenagers. Immature and scared. However, while this gives me bias, I also think it gives me a unique perspective and experience in this exact situation. I think I have a place discussing this.

So, where to start? Well, first of all, let's establish what the issue was and how it led to the breakup.

After the time skip, we see that Jake is frustrated with how clingy and overbearing Dirk is being. He is overwhelmed by the intensity of the relationship, but is too scared to say anything because he doesn't want to upset Dirk or put them on bad terms. After all, Jake DOES love Dirk, despite what many people think. Having issues with your partner does not automatically mean you don't love them. In response to Jake's distant behavior, Dirk tries especially hard to impress him, make him happy. Dirk is anxious; he has been lonely his whole life, and has loved Jake for 3 years at that point. He is finally physically close with someone who he loves and is having his feelings returned. But now he senses that he might lose that. Dirk is VERY proactive about his problems, and is notoriously a chronic overthinker. So, Dirk attempts to "mend" things. He offers adventures and treasure and tombs; Jakes favorite things. Jake doesn't see Dirk's intentions and is oblivious to how anxious he is. He doesn't read behind the lines and therefore comes to the conclusion that Dirk has just been far too clingy lately. And so, we have a vicious situation. Jake's reaction to Dirk's clinginess is to hide, and Dirk's reaction to Jake's distance is to overcompensate and be more affectionate. It's a cycle that only gets worse the longer it's left unchecked.

So how can this be solved? Communication, obviously. It's the key to healthy relationships. I feel very strongly about that.

Both parties could do to communicate their exact thoughts, but in reality, Jake is more at fault. Sure, it would help if Dirk were to express specifically that he is anxious about the relationship and that's why he's being more clingy. But realistically, Does Dirk know that? Is he self aware enough of his actions? He never makes it clear whether he is. And him saying this to Jake, while it would help, it would only get them so far. The responsibility ends up on Jake. After all, Jake is fully aware of the reason for his behavior, we KNOW this. He tells us why he is doing what he's doing. And if he were to express this to Dirk, it would not only soothe his anxiety ("I see, so Jake isn't avoiding me because he doesn't love me/there's something wrong with me") but it would also spark a conversation about what to do about their situation. Perhaps a "I will give you the space you need so long as you don't become too distant/spend time with me" from Dirk, or an "I will spend more time with you so long as you respect my wishes when I wish to be alone" from Jake. But no, they can't have this conversation, specifically because Dirk does not know WHY Jake is becoming distant. Yes, Dirk DOES know Jake wants space. He is aware of this. But he does not know WHY. This is why he is anxious; he thinks it's because of his own personality or because he is a burden or because he is "toxic" as he often describes himself. And as long as Dirk is anxious, he will become "aggressive" in his clinginess. Sure, you could say this is a negative trait of his, but it can be avoided with communication, VERY easily.

You can say the breakup is Dirks fault all you want, and yes, he plays a role. But my opinion is that if either of them were to be considered a victim of the other, Dirk was the one who suffered more as a result of Jake's refusal to communicate.

#homestuck #hs #dirkjake #dirk strider #jake english #this is one hell of a controversial take #but i stand by it with every goddamn cell of my being #which isnt a lot of cells #but its all i got #so its the thought that counts #i think #anyways yeah fuck jake honestly #im projecting i know #but let me have this

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arguing with your boyfriend while you're on your period - kylian mbappe imagine

umm hi... ig im back?? the past months were a rollercoaster for me, i graduated high school and im now in uni studying biomedical sciences which is kinda hard but yeah at least its fun. however the main reason i couldnt post was bcs i was focusing on my mental and phsyical state, i got diagnosed with different anxiety disorders and its been really hard for me. but writing distracts me and brings me peace, so ig i should write more loll. anyways enjoyy :)

on and on with your boyfriend, it had been five minutes with the both of you just yelling back and forth. Actually, you were the one doing most of the yelling, he just sat there annoying every part of you.

"kylian just because you don't want to talk about it does not mean you get to walk out of the room." You yelled. The both of you were talking casually until he said something along the lines of going out with his friends tomorrow, and all you replied with was how he wasn't spending much time with you lately, and how lonely you felt. What did he do? Walk out the door. "I don't want to argue right now, i'm sick of it. I'm leaving." He spat out, letting a mocking sigh of frustration as he walked out the door. The fact that he walked away without letting you talk about your feelings angered you, so you followed him out.

"listen to me, you're making a big deal right now. nothing happened. I don't get why your yelling, you know everytime you accuse me of something it turns into an argument, and I'm honestly just not in the mood right now." He mumbled while looking at his phone. His response was so hurtful towards you, thinking back to all the times you were there for him and would listen to him.

"You think I'm being overdramatic?" You asked, your calm just as irritatingly calm as his. He nodded his head, face still looking towards his phone, his eyes were never on you, and you just wanted some respect.

You felt the pain in your abdomen worsen as you yelled through the pain. "Y-your not even looking at me. Why is it so hard for you to listen to me??" You scream out, a small lump forming on your throat. He threw his phone next to him, stood up and looked up at you for a quick second before looking away. He then turned back to you.

"Y/n, I'm not trying to hurt you, I was only trying to avoid an argument." He whispered. "I wasn't trying to argue, I was trying to speak my side. I just wanted to tell you how I feel so empty without you here. You're most of the time at training and by the time you get back you're so tired to spend time with me. These free days are when we can actually spend time together." You mumbled. He gave you a look before looking up.

"But what about me? I never have breaks so when would I ever go out with my friends and do something I enjoy?" He spoke. His words felt like a stab to your heart.

"Do something you actually enjoy? Fuck off Kylian, you could have just broken up with me if being with me is something you don't actually enjoy. You know what? Do whatever the hell you want, I'm gonna be the one to leave now." You spat, walking out the door.

The moment you walked outside, a rush of cold wind hit your face, your body automatically starting to shiver. You blamed yourself for not bringing a jacket, but just thought of going back soon. You found an empty bus stop to sit at, and decided it would be a good place to think about something to distract you, but that's when the pain started getting worse. Your hands grabbed onto your lower stomach and you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping it would make the pain subside. All you wanted to do was to be in your boyfriends embrace, for him to cuddle you, kiss you, cook for you, take care of you, and just love you. But right now, from his words, it seems like he didn't enjoy being with you, which one made you feel worse.

It got to the point where you didn't know if you were crying over kylian or the pain, but you decided it was both. You were never good with cramps, and you were extremely sensitive. Kylian was always aware, but this time it seemed to slip his mind that you needed him.

He was at home, thinking back at everything to see where he had made a mistake, his hands were fisted up as his heart began to ache out of fear. The moment he laid his eyes on the jacket he knew you were outside freezing. It was extremely late and it was freezing outside, and you didn't even take a jacket with you. Forgetting about the argument, he rapidly stood up, deciding to look for you. As he was taking his jacket out the coat rack, he noticed the chocolate wrappers littered in the counter and the painkillers you used for your period left there. It was then when he realized, you were on your period. You did not like sweet things, and if you were eating this much chocolate, it could only be one

reason.

"Fuck." He mumbled, grabbing the car keys and running out the door. His footsteps echoed around the streets as he got to the car. He hoped that you were okay. As he looked around while driving, you were nowhere to be found, and he only started panicking. He took out his phone, hands barely being able to hold the phone from how much he was panicking.

Finally, after getting a hold of himself, he pressed on your contact, praying that you would pick up, but to his luck, it went straight to voicemail. If anything happened to you, he would not be able to forgive himself. He cursed under his breath, his vision becoming blurry as he thought about the worst case scenarios. He should have never been so hard on you when you were only trying to spend time with him. Guilt filled his body as the only thing he wanted was for you to be in his arms.

He kept looking around the neighborhood and that's when he found a figure sitting in an empty bus-stop. His heart almost beat out of his chest as he found you. After making sure it was you, he parked the car nearby and sprinted, glad to see that you were okay.

"You idiot." He mumbled as his voice wavered. It was laced with fear. "If you're just here to insult me then you can leave." You mumbled, looking away. Kylian immediately took off his jacket, wrapping it around your form as he gently held your face, bringing it close to his so that he could kiss you. You flinched from how warm his lips felt against yours, but slowly melting into him. No matter how upset at him you were, you were always his, and you could never resist him. As you were kissing, you began to feel droplets of what you thought was rain falling on you. Breaking away from the kiss, you saw the first snowfall. You've heard of couples kissing on the first snowfall, but never about it snowing as you were kissing.

Kylian pulled you into a hug, as you shivered and hugged him back. The cramps started getting worse and worse by the moment, and before you knew it, you started crying again. Taken aback, Kylian stared at you with fear, examining you to see what was wrong. You held onto him tightly, telling him your stomach was hurting, another pang of guilt hitting him for not taking good care of you. "Aw my baby...I'm so sorry, it'll be okay, I promise. Come let me carry you and get to the car." He kissed your head. You were too in pain to reject him, so you let him carry you to the car. You felt calm and though the pain was still there, it wasn't as bad as it was before. He put you in the front seat next to him and adjusted the seat so you were laying down instead of sitting. The cramps were getting worse. He hated seeing you in pain. He covered you with a blanket he had stored in the back seats. You were still sniffing here and there as your mood swings and cramps were getting the best of you, and that you really felt uncared for through his words, though he probably didn't even mean it. During the car ride home he put on calm music. After you got home, Kylian carried you carefully bridal style. He opened the door and softly laid you down on the couch and you looked up with half lidded eyes. You had almost fallen asleep on the ride back. The lights started to wake you up as you whined, wanting to go back to sleep. You wanted to make everything okay again.

Kylian was about to head to the bedroom to go get something until you held his hand. "D-did you mean it? When you said you wanted to do something you actually enjoy and that was to go out? Am I too boring?" You mumbled. He sighed before sitting right by you. He leaned down towards you as he placed a kiss on your forehead, and then your nose, and then your lips.

"N-no. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have walked away when you were talking to me like that. I should have listened to what you were going to say. I'm sorry I didn't take care of you, I'm sorry you had to go through this because I'd me. I do love you, so much.

And I promise we'll solve our conflicts together. Okay? we'll talk the rest out tomorrow, rest and sleep now okay?"

You nodded, trusting his words. He was never one to disrespect you and you know he wouldn't say anything like that and mean it. You decided you'd just talk to him tomorrow and that you'd go to bed for now. He made you mean to eat and put a heat pack on your stomach as he peppered your face with kisses and rubbed your belly so that you could go to sleep. You cuddled against his chest as he hummed a tune that you could sleep too. He cooed at your sleeping figure. He pressed a last kiss against your head after passing out right next to you.

#mbappe fanfic #mbappe imagine #mbappé #mbappe psg #fanfic #kyky #mbappe x reader #kylian imagines #mbappe #kylian mbappe #mbappe one shot #kylian fanfic #kylian x reader #kylian x you #kylian angst #kylian fluff

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moar you say.. why then gregor and rodya of coarse....

where would i be without rodigor. where would WE be, without rodigor.

first impression: THE fuckin guy. this dude owns. (insert 50 invasive questions about cockroach anatomy and behavior) i was peeved his roach arm resembled more of a beetle horn than a arm

current impression: when chef greg dropped i got so horny i went to bed lightheaded i still love gregor dearly but my love for him has mellowed like the fondness for a favorite pasta dish.

favorite moment: literally every old fart moment he has. when he forgets names when he berated sinclair for not cleaning his plate when he goes uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh in his dialogue because he doesnt know where hes going with this

story idea: despite his deep frying and boiling during hells chicken i think the bus kinda Likes this guy. gregors a bit of a hot commodity. hes just a fella you can Jive with. a real Stand Up guy. now let him be loved, if obliviously through his own self consciousness. a friendly heathcliff rough slap on the back delays his depressive episode by 15 minutes

fav relationship: oh boy where to start!!!! rodigor. enough on that. meurgreg, not really romantic to me but i like the art of it that is. it revolves around a big fella carrying him under his arm so automatic slay. ive seen a little gregcliff action on the TL but its more of a 'work got me friends with people twice my age like whats uncle greg up to' ordeal to me. now lets get insane. gregsang is incredible to me because yi sang is the only mf on that bus EASIER than gregor. gregor got game? that hes aware of? while stuttering the whole journey? its kind of crazy. i dont actually have a reason why they would even like eachother yet but put rodya in there somewhere to toy with them if you want true crackshipping fun

fav headcanon: hes a little chunky

RODYA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my favit

first impression: me furiously searching for her height on the wiki + nodding my head sagely deciding woman with sleepy eyes is peak character design (faust included). i trust her wholeheartedly even if she leads me hand in hand into a woodchipper

current impression: waiting for projmoon to drop more lore on her desperately because i know canto 2 wasnt everything. i feel a disconnect with the fanbase about her because i see rodya characterized sooooo differently than how i think of her. the gambling thing and her effortless confidence for example isnt really questioned like how it is with dons bravado. i see her gambling as an outlet for her complicated views on money. she feels as though being financially 'secure' as the lone survivor as a betrayal to all the deaths she caused. gambling not only aligns with her current im the hottest shit attitude but also is a way for her to not be responsible for money. the hoarding of wealth is what caused her community to starve, why would she want to do something that seems to harm others? shes very self destructive, and feigning as slots star is just one of the ways she forces herself to 'stay in the cold'. ummmmmmmmm anyway im really normal about rodya and think about her a normal amount also her love for decadant food really resonates with me as someone who was poor in childhood because the difference between eating to live and living to eat is Astronomical

favorite moment: shes started branching out and calling other people than greg pet names and it is so exciting. faust has now reached babe status!! good for her!!! also when she infantalizes sinclair its terrible for him but REALLY funny for me when he responds back and reminds her oh right this is a 22 year old man. also her random interjections that are socialist ideology are really funny because they always feel so fucking random and like projmoon is remembering why crime and punishment was written and going drop this bomb ass line itll go so hard guys

story idea: i want her to play poker against yi sang because hes weird and also his poker face is like. genuine and dear adoration for being able to play with his companions because deep in his soul is gardens and butterflies. she would be so freaked out not only because this guy agreed to playing poker but also because he is invasively (he didnt mean it) staring into her SOUL to find solutions

fav relationship: my thoughts are half the bus are in love with gregor and the other half with rodya with cases of overlap. rodya is so epic because shes seemingly got it together to the more deranged sinners but to anyone else its like oh my god this paper mache bitch the former being more faustish the latter being more ryoshuish. faustya is cute because faust initially wanted to absorb more Bad Bitch Strategems and then kinda got a crush and is hardcore malfunctioning also kurokumo ryodion got sumn GOING yall crazy love is love though

fav headcanon: shes actually really short for Lobotomy Corp Backstreets Russia and everyone there is just freakishly tall (see: sonya)

#egg art #egg asks #limbus company #rodigor #rodya #gregor #went a little overboard

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hauntingwriteblr · 10 months

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Platonic Pierro x Tsaritsa's child!Reader

A/N: i was possessed. yes reader is a sickly victorian child

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"That poor dear, always laid up in bed from the cold."

It's too hot.

"Her Majesty is the poor one. She must constantly worry for a child unsuited for Her own domain."

You try to push away the stifling warmth, only for it to be taken and tucked right back under your chin.

"You mustn't say such..."

The voices fade out as you suddenly feel cooler. They weren't saying anything new anyways.

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It's much quieter when you open your eyes. You sit up and a cloth you hadn't noticed flops off your forehead and onto your lap.

It's darker than usual, you note, so you push off the covers and walk to the window. Peeking through the thick curtains, you see the stars twinkling down, faintly lighting up the falling snow.

Despite the fatigue, no doubt from your newly-broken fever, your body starts moving almost automatically in response to the sight, pulling on your fluffiest coat and boots.

The halls are almost always silent at this hour, more so than usual in any case, but you still step lightly, careful not to stomp or squeak your boots. The journey to the terrace is easy, the climb down less so, no matter how many times you've done it. From here, it's a simple walk through the unpatrolled gardens to the woods surrounding much of the palace.

As you approach, you find a deer just beyond the thicket. You slow down, but it doesn't seem spooked at all, more like it was waiting for you. Its eyes are deep and gentle as they meet yours.

Come closer, child, they beckon, and so you do. As you come within arms' reach, it bows its head and you reach out to pet it.

The doe's head darts up before you even hear the crunch of snow, and you turn around to see a mountain of a man behind you. As he comes to a stop, the deer startles and runs back towards the woods, leaving you barely a moment to reach out after it. Pierro watches you deflate at the lose, his gaze unreadable. He offers no apologies nor comfort, only a hand to guide you as he turns back towards the palace.

The woods near the horizon before you break the silence.

"Why don't the animals come near the city?"

A childish question, he thinks, but you were still only such, so he tries to explain. "They live in a very different way from humans. The city that men thrive in is detrimental to woodland creatures." He looks down to catch you staring up at him in either wonder or confusion, he can't quite tell. "Much like how Your Highness and Her Majesty live very differently from mortals."

Your face scrunches at that and he can guess why. Being the only child of an archon is already lonely, not to mention your weak constitution. "...I wish we didn't. Does that mean we can't be friends?"

He is uncertain if you mean the deer or himself.

"That is not for me to say, your highness."

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #pierro #pierro x reader #fatui #tbh not feeling amazingly confident in how i wrote this one but i like this idea at least #and also am starting to get mad at myself for not writing so take this self-loathing!

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Read Chapter 8 on AO3!

Carlos has never hated his condo more in his entire life. Why did he pick so much grey when he decorated this place? And black? And beige? He’d thought it was sleek and modern at the time. Now that he’s stuck here recovering he feels like he’s trapped inside the pages of a newspaper.

He hates to admit it, but he kind of misses his mom and his sisters. It took a week for them to start leaving him alone again. Considering his sisters both live more than an hour away, they’d done an admirable job tag teaming coming into town to pester him and make him eat his vegetables and take his supplements. He’d been relieved at first to have some space, but now he’s so bored he’d take their nagging again in a heartbeat.

T.K. had come by with the supplements as promised, but Carlos hadn’t seem him because he’d been sleeping and his mom had refused to wake him up. He’d been annoyed when she’d told him, especially because T.K. had left two days later for New York. And without a cellphone Carlos has had no way to communicate with him at all.

His new phone finally shows up halfway through his second week of recovery. When the doorbell rings to announce the delivery driver, Carlos whips it open so fast he scares the shit out of the guy and has to apologize.

It takes three tries to get it set up and he almost throws it against a wall and smashes it all over again in frustration. But then it finally comes life and he’s relieved to find that all his contacts populate back into place automatically. He won’t need T.K.’s post it note after all.

The first thing he does is send him a text.

Carlos

[2:35pm] How’s New York?

T.K.

[2:36pm] Sorry, who is this?

Carlos

[2:37pm] Haha very funny. I’m the one whose phone broke, not you. And my number is the same.

T.K.

[2:38pm] Sir, I’m very sorry about your broken phone, but you have the wrong number.

Carlos snaps a selfie of his frowning face and sends it. The response comes back seconds later.

T.K.

[2:40pm] Still no idea.

Carlos sighs and unbuttons his shirt, then snaps another selfie.

T.K.

[2:43pm] Ooooooooh, hey Carlos. How’s it going?

Carlos

[2:45pm] You’re such an ass.

T.K.

[2:45pm] *smirk emoji*

[2:46pm] New York is fine. My favorite Thai place closed. But I’m finally eating decent bagels again.

[2:46pm] How are you? Stitches driving you crazy yet?

Carlos

[2:47pm] God yes. They hurt. And they itch. I want to rip them all out.

T.K.

[2:48pm] I can’t recommend that.

[2:49pm] Your mom and sisters still around?

Carlos

[2:50pm] They have finally decided that I can be left alone for several hours at a time. Thank god.

[2:51pm] How’s your mom? I’m sure she’s happy to have her favorite son home.

T.K.

[2:52pm] Lol yeah she’s happy. Actually, I need to get ready to go. We’re seeing Wicked tonight. It’s her favorite.

Carlos

[2:53pm] A classic. Have fun Defying Gravity.

T.K.

[2:54pm] The Texas boy knows his musicals. I’m impressed.

Carlos

[2:55pm] It’s Texas, not the moon.

Their texting is sporadic over the next week. T.K. is busy, and with the time change it makes it hard to send more than a couple texts before one of them is needed somewhere else.

It’s crazy how much he misses someone he’s only spent about twenty total minutes of time with. His texts with T.K. have become such a safe space. He feels seen and heard when they talk. Not having that and being forced to stay home for days on end makes him realize how lonely he’s been the last few years.

He’s also bored out of his freaking mind. His stitches come out after two weeks and he’s allowed to return to light duty at work, which is a good distraction as he eagerly counts down the days to his date with T.K. like a kid waiting for Christmas.

When the day finally arrives he is a mess of nerves. He changes clothes three times before settling on a green shirt, jeans, and a pair of boots.

In a burst of creativity he’d suggested a honky-tonk for their first date. It seemed appropriate that T.K. get a strong reintroduction to Texas culture after being back in New York for so long and T.K. had eagerly agreed.

Carlos pulls up to the honky-tonk ten minutes early and grips the steering wheel tightly, sucking in deep breaths. This is going to be great. They’ve waited so long. The universe has to finally throw them a bone tonight, right?

…not THAT kind of bone. Although…he wouldn’t say no. In fact he would say a very enthusiastic yes. The thought of T.K.’s lithe body in his hands…

There’s a tap on his window that scares the shit out of him and immediately douses his lust fueled imaginings. Mischievous green eyes peer at him through the window and he pushes the door open, unfolding himself until he’s standing in front of T.K. Strand.

“Hi,” he says, aware that he has a very stupid smile on his face.

“Hi,” T.K. says. “You looked like you were pretty deep in thought in there.”

His face flames. “Just um, thinking.” He blows out a breath and takes in the cute little patterned button down T.K. is wearing. “You look great.”

He smells incredible too, like he’s just been in the shower. There’s a silver chain glinting around his neck in the lights of the parking lot and Carlos longs to find out where it disappears to underneath his shirt.

Fuck. He has got to get control of himself.

“You look nice too,” T.K. says, biting his lip.

Carlos wonders if he’s having similarly lusty thoughts. He hopes so. “Is this really happening?” Carlos asks. “There’s no injuries or work things getting in the way this time?”

“Not a thing,” T.K. says, taking a step closer. “Just you and me. On a date. For real.” He taps a finger against Carlos’ chest. “Lead the way officer.”

Carlos holds out a hand and when T.K. takes it he feels like his heart might explode.

They step inside the honky-tonk to a whirl of sound and color. The place is already jumping, busy on a Friday night, and Carlos has half a second of doubt. Maybe they should have gone somewhere quieter. But one look at T.K.’s face, his eyes bright with excitement, tells him this was a good choice. T.K. Strand is clearly here for a good time.

“Do you want something to drink?” Carlos asks as they head toward the bar. “Club soda?”

“Shirley Temple?” T.K.’s eyes twinkle. “I’m feeling festive.”

Carlos laughs. “Shirley Temple it is. Do you want to try and find us a table?”

“On it.” He disappears into the crowd as Carlos maneuvers himself to the bar.

It takes forever to get the drinks and the bartender gives him a weird look when he orders the Shirley Temple. It makes him wonder if that was T.K.’s strategy all along: to make him feel awkward in front of a stranger as a cute little joke. It feels like something he might do. He’s for sure a tease.

He finally grabs hold of both their drinks, then searches the crowd for T.K., spotting him standing next to a table across the room. He carefully slips through the crowd, struggling to keep the drinks level. “Hey,” he says when he gets close. “Did you find us a spot?”

T.K. turns around an odd expression on his face. “I’m so sorry,” he says.

Carlos’ heart plummets and cold sweat breaks out on the back of his neck. Is T.K. chickening out? Did he not want to come here in the first place? He’d seemed so happy on their way in, what could have—

“I didn’t know they’d be here,” T.K. says, shifting to the side and revealing a table full of people.

Carlos catches sight of a face he knows. “Oh, Paul, right?” he says.

“Yeah, hey Carlos. Good to see you again,” Paul says.

“Carlos, this is my team,” T.K. says. “Meet the 126.”

He introduces them and Carlos gets to put faces to the names he’s learned over the last month and a half. Mateo, Marjan, and Judd all smile and wave casually, but there’s an oddly eager energy to the group that makes Carlos wonder exactly how much T.K. has told them about what’s going on between the two of them.

“Well here, grab a seat,” Judd says as they all scoot around to make room in the booth they’ve claimed.

T.K. looks at him and turns his back on the group so they can’t hear. “We don’t have to sit with them.”

Carlos smiles. “It’s fine. Really,” he insists when T.K. doesn’t look convinced. “They’re your friends. And it’s pretty full in here anyway.”

The booth is already crowded and they have to sit very close together to fit. T.K.’s thigh presses into Carlos’ and he has to work very hard to keep his mind on track and in the moment. “Soooo,” Mateo says, wiggling his eyebrows, “is this finally the big date?”

Marjan smacks him. “Shut up probie!”

“What?” he asks, offended. “It is right? T.K.’s been talking about it for weeks.”

Carlos feels a laugh bubble up deep inside him and has to swallow it back down. T.K. may not have been raised with any siblings, but it’s obvious that his teammates are enthusiastically fulfilling that role in his life.

“I haven’t been talking about it for weeks,” T.K. says, taking a sip of his drink, his cheeks a touch pink despite the calmness of his tone.

“Yes you have,” Judd says immediately.

“I have not!”

“You really have,” Paul says.

T.K. glares at them. “I hate all of you.”

“Mmm be careful,” Marjan says, her eyes lighting with teasing. “We’ve got a lot of dirt on you T.K. So many things Carlos could learn tonight…”

“Like the time he backed the engine into the side of the garage,” Mateo says.

“Or the time he swore he could run around the entire building in under a minute, tripped over his own two feet, and fell face first into the asphalt,” Judd says.

“Or,” Paul says, “the time—“

“Okay, that’s enough!” T.K. declares. He pushes against Carlos, trying to make him slide back out of the booth. “Let’s go, we’re leaving.”

“No, no come on!” The protests from the group are genuine and full of laughter and T.K. settles back into his seat.

“You’re all just jealous that I have a date and none of you do,” T.K. says, affecting a superior tone.

“Hey I got a permanent date,” Judd says. “She’s just working tonight.”

“Judd’s wife Grace is a 911 dispatcher,” T.K. explains.

“Nice,” Carlos says. “That’s a tough job.”

“She was made for it,” Judd says proudly.

T.K.’s friends are great. They laugh and joke and talk with ease, including him in the conversation like he’s always been part of the group. Judd buys another round for the table and then they get some appetizers to share. It’s not exactly the date Carlos had in mind, but it’s good nonetheless.

T.K. is snarky and fun; everything he does is charming and adorable. If Carlos wasn’t already completely besotted, he definitely is now.

It’s ridiculous how comfortable it all feels. Like this is the most normal thing in the world. Like they’ve done it a thousand times instead of just one.

A little voice in his mind whispers that this is all he’s ever wanted. To feel like this. He’s craved this type of casual intimacy in his life and it’s surreal to finally be experiencing it.

“Oh my god, I love this song!” Marjan says, shoving Paul so she can get out of the booth. “Come on! Let’s go dance!”

The rest of the group follows her, leaving T.K. and Carlos alone. “I really am sorry,” T.K. says. “If I’d known they were going to be here I would have—“

“T.K. it’s fine,” Carlos soothes, placing a hand on T.K.’s knee under the table and squeezing gently. “I picked the place. And they’re nice. I’m having a good time.”

He moves his thumb back and forth over the fabric of T.K.’s jeans without even thinking about it and something in T.K.’s eyes lights up. “Wanna dance?”

He looks T.K. up and down, his face twisting into a delighted smile. “Yeah.”

They stand and T.K. grabs his hand, pulling him toward the dance floor where dozens of other people are starting up a rowdy two-step country dance. “Do you know how to do this?” Carlos asks as they join the throng.

“Not a clue.” T.K. sticks his tongue out and wiggles his eyebrows comically, making Carlos laugh.

“Copy me,” Carlos tells him, turning around so T.K.’s behind him and can follow his moves.

He’s actually not half bad. He’s not exactly half great either, but he bops along easily enough, at least from what Carlos can tell every time he turns around and catches a glimpse of him. It’s a little graceless, T.K. is all bouncy fun, like a puppy, but it’s pretty cute and he doesn’t run into anyone or step on any toes.

The next dance requires a partner, so Carlos turns around to face T.K. and watches in amusement as T.K. does the required shimmy to one side and then the other. “Not bad for a New Yorker,” he calls over the noise of the crowd and the music.

“Hey, I’ll have you know that I was the life of the party at every bat and bar mitzvah I ever went to,” T.K. says.

“I believe it.”

He leans close, his breath warm on the side of Carlos’ neck. “But you know, the real reason I wanted to come out here was to watch your ass move around in those jeans.”

Desire, hot and strong pours through him. It must show on his face because T.K. cocks his head to the side, his eyes dropping to Carlos’ lips like he’s having the same kind of feelings.

“And? What’s the verdict?” Carlos asks, feeling a little light headed. All the blood in his head is quickly rushing somewhere else.

“I think…” T.K. meets his eyes and purses his lips in exaggerated, fake thought. “It’s a pretty spectacular ass.”

The room is crowded, there are people bumping up against them, but Carlos is so intensely focused on T.K. he barely notices. This feeling, this want, this ache of desire has been building for so many weeks and if he doesn’t do something about it soon, he might explode.

As if T.K. senses this he reaches for Carlos’ hand and begins pulling him through the crowd. God help him, Carlos doesn’t have the strength to stop him and the next thing he knows they’re moving down the small, dark hallway that leads to the bathroom. It’s obvious what’s going to happen next and Carlos is weak as fuck because he’s going to let it.

T.K. shoves the door open, thank god it’s an individual bathroom and no one is inside. Carlos flips the lock and the second he turns around T.K. is on him, hands grabbing his hips for leverage as he crushes their mouths together.

Carlos sees fireworks. They explode throughout his body wherever T.K. touches him, fizzing and popping and taking his breath away. His own hands come up, one of them cradling the back of T.K.’s neck, pulling him closer, while the other clings onto his bicep for support just in case his knees go weak from lack of oxygen.

T.K. opens his mouth and Carlos doesn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, sighing into it as their tongues slide together, hot and wet and so much better than Carlos has imagined in his shower fantasies. T.K. tastes sweet from his drink, cherries and sugar, and it only makes Carlos even more desperate to drink him in.

He reaches for the top button on T.K.’s shirt, needing to touch him, needing to feel the softness of his skin underneath his fingers. He manages five of them in record time, an amazing feat considering he’s only going by feel since he can’t stop kissing T.K. long enough to look. He shoves a hand inside the fabric to wrap around T.K.’s ribcage and pull him even closer.

T.K. huffs a laugh into his mouth and Carlos grins into it their kiss. This is crazy. He’s never felt so reckless. So free. He loves it. It’s like T.K. has unlocked a part of himself he didn’t even realize he’d hidden away.

He pulls back, barely taking a breath before nipping at T.K.’s earlobe and then scraping his teeth down his neck. T.K. makes a sound that goes straight to Carlos’ dick and then ruts his hips forward into Carlos, causing more stars to explode behind Carlos’ eyelids.

His hand fists into the back of Carlos’ shirt, pulling it tight and Carlos takes that as his cue to keep going, following the line of T.K.’s collarbone with his tongue, pressing a kiss into the hollow at the base of his throat.

His plan is to continue working his way across T.K.’s chest, but T.K. has other ideas, grabbing his face and hauling him back up into another bruising kiss before his hands find Carlos’ belt. The second he gets it undone he starts to drop to his knees, but Carlos grabs his arm, keeping him upright.

“The floor is filthy,” Carlos says.

T.K. looks at him like he’s crazy. “I have done this in much dirtier places Carlos,” he says, trying to go down again.

The thought makes Carlos sick to his stomach and he grips T.K.’s arm more firmly, refusing to let him move. “But you don’t have to,” he says gently, but firmly.

He knows T.K.’s past. He knows how he’s been used and treated like garbage, and he is never, ever going to treat him that way. T.K. doesn’t exist for Carlos’ pleasure. They’re not starting their relationship this way. Making out is one thing. Forcing T.K. to his knees on a disgusting bathroom floor is another.

T.K. takes a step back looking hurt and confused. “Are you saying you don’t want—“

“No, I definitely do,” Carlos says quickly. “I just…not here. I don’t know if other guys made you feel like that’s all you were good enough for but you deserve better than a dirty bathroom floor T.K.

The guarded look in T.K.’s eyes goes soft and his body relaxes again. “You’re really sweet. You know that?”

Carlos blushes. Which is crazy since this man just had his tongue in his mouth and was about to put it somewhere else much more intimate. “I want this to be a partnership,” he says. “I’m not using you T.K. I want you.”

T.K. crowds up against him and kisses him again, gently this time, his fingers cradling Carlos’ face. “You’re one a million Carlos Reyes,” he says when he pulls back. His smile turns mischievous. “Fine. I won’t kneel on the dirty floor.”

“Good,” Carlos says. “I don’t need you to.”

“But,” T.K. says, his hands sliding down Carlo’s chest, “there are plenty of other things I can do just fine standing up.”

Before Carlos can protest T.K. has undone the button and zipper on his jeans, his hand teasing along waistband of Carlos’ boxer briefs before sliding inside. Carlos’ head slams back against the door, a sound ripping from his throat that he’s never made before in his entire life. All thoughts of germs or bathroom floors or anything other than the feel of T.K. taking hold of him are immediately driven from his mind.

He’s brought back to reality all too soon by a series of sharp knocks on the door just behind his head.

T.K. withdraws his hand. “Be out in a minute,” he calls, then bites his lip, studying Carlos’ face. “Well that was fun.”

Carlos swallows, trying to find his voice again as T.K. turns and heads for the sink. “Uh huh,” is all he manages to get out.

T.K. chuckles. “I’ll take it that’s a five star rating?”

“Yes. Definitely,” he says, finally regaining enough presence of mind to start zipping up his jeans as T.K. redoes his own shirt buttons.

The knocks sound again, more insistent this time. “We should um…do you want to get out of here?” Carlos asks, his brain soaked in lust fueled dopamine. He’s not nearly done with what they’ve started.

“Eh, I don’t know. It’s kind of nice in here,” T.K. jokes, looking around.

“T.K. Do you want to come back to my place?” Carlos says, too far gone to play games right now.

T.K. kisses him, chastely this time. “Yes,” he says. “I do.”

He opens the bathroom door and Carlos tries not to make eye contact with the person who was waiting outside. They’ve nearly made it down the hallway when they bump into Paul. “I was wondering where y’all went,” he says.

“Just taking a little break,” T.K. says easily, while Carlos squirms internally.

Paul’s eyes travel over the two of them, a knowing smirk growing on his face. “Your buttons are done up wrong,” he says, nodding toward T.K.’s shirt.

“Are they?” T.K. glances down, but doesn’t fix them. “Huh. Wonder how that happened?”

“Mmm, I could hazard a guess,” Paul says.

Carlos’ face is on fire and he tries desperately not to fidget. He has no idea how T.K. can act so calm and innocent. Even in in the dim light of the hallway he knows everything about them screams ‘bathroom hookup.’

“So Carlos and I are going to head out,” T.K. says, still nonchalant.

“Oh are you? Do you need a ride home or anything?” Paul asks, still playing the game T.K. is crafting.

“I think we’ve got it covered,” T.K. tells him.

“Uh huh, I’m sure you do. Nice seeing you again Carlos,” he says.

“It was nice to see you too,” Carlos manages, his voice sounding a little strained in his own ears.

“Don’t get into too much trouble!” Paul calls after them, amusement coloring his voice.

“Well that was embarrassing,” Carlos says when they finally make it outside.

“Paul won’t say anything,” T.K. says. “Not to anyone else. He’ll tease me about it forever. But I don’t care. It was worth it.”

“Was it?” Carlos asks as they reach the Camaro.

T.K.’s eyes are bright even in the darkened parking lot. “Definitely.”

#Tarlos #911 Lone Star #Thirst Trap Thursday #911lsfic #Tarlos Fic

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sweetsubharry · 4 months

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hi lottie! could you do a rommates/flatmates larry fic rec? no pressure of course! thanks a lot xx

Hello gorgeous! I definitely can! This is a guilty pleasure of mine idk why! <3

Tysm for the rec!!

don't call me baby by 28sunflowers

A short and cliché roommates AU inspired by To Be So Lonely, where they’re both oblivious to each other’s feelings and Harry gets sad and jealous over nothing. It works out in the end.

You're My River Running High by alienharry

There have been many times that Harry’s considered approaching Louis about his feelings and putting everything on the line. He’s no stranger to wearing his heart on his sleeve. Every time though, he’s stopped by a pop of the hip, a flick of the fringe, or those goddamn maroon skinny jeans, rolled up just the perfect amount to show off Louis’ dainty ankles.

It’s not that Harry doesn’t believe their relationship would be amazing, because it would be. It’s just, for all that they blend together perfectly, Harry isn’t sure that they’d be sexually compatible. Because while Harry loves to be held down and man-handled, Louis, well…

Louis is a twink.

Or the one where Harry moves in with Louis and doesn't know how to take a hint.

Your body is saying everything, I don't have to read your mind by ao3girl

"Lou? Are you awake?" Harry asked in a whisper, wanting to make sure Louis was asleep.

When he didn't get an answer, he let his fingers move under his boxers slowly. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Louis' hand, his thick and expert fingers. He parted his lips as he brushed his fingers over his pubic hair and rolled his head back when he pumped his cock for the first time that night. Slowly and gently.

Or the one where Louis and Harry are roommates, Louis catchs Harry touching himself thinking about him and helps him out.

I Love This Feeling (But I Hate This Part) by lululawrence

“Stand up.”

Harry stood up from the couch, not a moment’s delay.

“Oh my god, is that what that’s like?” Harry turned to Louis, surprise on his face. “I really thought they were somehow exaggerating, but it really is an automatic response with absolutely no thought from me behind it whatsoever.”

Louis sighed again. “You really wanna keep doing this? Have me use my alpha voice on you so you can work on resisting it?”

“Yup,” Harry said, clapping his hands and smiling. “How else am I going to be able to have any chance at reducing the power an alpha voice has on me?”

No One Likes to be Alone by lululawrence

Harry was a full-on fucking failure.

Letting out a whimper, Harry pressed his hands to his face as he finally allowed himself to cry. After a few sobs, he realized that something soft was pressed to his face, catching his tears instead of his hands. Harry pulled it away to see what it was and saw it was one of his sister’s shirts.

Shaking his head, he turned and placed it very specifically right where he usually tucked himself up against the wall. As he carefully shifted the shirt so he could see the faded image of Britney Spears looking out at him, Harry was overcome with a need he had only ever felt once before.

He needed to nest.

#larry stylinson #harry #louis #ask lots #larry stylinson fanfiction #roomates #larry #fic rec #fanfic #lottie fic rec

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mythicamagic · 1 month

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Do you think Sukuna could have ever been attracted to a woman? Because it seems to me that he hates even contact with others (he cut off Jogo's hand for daring to touch him and killed Yorozu after she hugged him). Also, Gege makes a lot of emphasis that Sukuna is lonely and doesn't know love, that's why I have such a hard time writing something for Sukuna, because I genuinely don't see him feeling anything for anyone 😅

Your interpretation is valid, anon, but talking personally about the attraction thing- I think not wanting casual contact with someone doesn't automatically mean someone is asexual (saying this as an asexual) or that Sukuna is devoid of sexual/romantic feelings just bc we never see him make moves on a woman or man. Having personal boundaries and your bubble is important, especially for someone as prideful as Sukuna. Maybe touch is okay when it's on 'his' terms and no one elses.

There might be a myriad of reasons for not liking touch, such as a buried trauma response. Reminds me of when a guy casually touches Guts' shoulder from Berserk:

Or for another example, its a bit like how Sesshoumaru was depicted in OG Inuyasha, an apathetic, untouchable beauty. I don't think a character needs to have a fling onscreen just to prove their sexuality.

About emotional attachment though - Canon Sukuna is possibly sociopathic though just bc of some of the evidence shown as you said about love not being real ect, but then he is visibly happy to meet up with Uraume again.

When writing fanon Sukuna though, I think it's totally fine to make him as horny or lovesick as you like. If we all kept strictly to canon interpretation it would stifle the fun of fandom creation! ^^ If it makes you happy to write Sukuna as unfeeling then do so, but if you want him to be romantically interested in someone you can just justify it as another side to his personality we as the audience don't see because he's busy having fun wrecking shit.

#asks #sukuna #jjk sukuna #sukuna fanfic #TLDR write him the way that brings you the most joy anon #use canon as a refrence but don't get too hung up on details if it stifles your creativity

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danses-with-dogmeat · 1 year

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🦀 👑 Mutual pining Charon

"I'm just glad you're okay"

Pretty please and thank you!!

Yes yes yes. Always more for Charon <3

I feel like he'd be a tough nut to crack when it comes to finding out he's pining for you, but to him it seems way too obvious, so he just holds back all the more. So if it's not super obvious here, that's why 😅

It's a thin line to walk, to keep Charon from being too gruff, or so soft that he's OOC, so hopefully this balances that line well enough.

I hope you enjoy!

Their leg seared where a foreign pressure laid into it, the biting sensation the first to rouse them as Lone blinked awake through their daze.

"W-what happened?" The frantic touching aggravating their wound ceased at the sound of their voice. "Charon?"

Lone heard his grunt in response, then the dull pain continued over their leg. It was methodical, and though it still pained them somewhat, it was obvious that the ghoul was attempting to be as slight with his roughness as he could.

"You went down." They heard him say, still slightly dazed, even as their focus fell to his movement over their right shin.

There was blood on his hands, as well as on the linen wraps he was twining around their wound, and it made bile rise up in their chest to see the way the fabric of their pants had torn away, the way their flesh looked mangled and uneven beneath his touch, beneath the splattered white of their bandage.

"Grenade." He said a moment later, more grim this time, a certain quality dripping from his voice that Lone couldn't quite discern in their current haze.

"Oh." They managed, and tried to shift into a more comfortable upright position.

Charon's eyes snapped to their movement, and his arm moved to tug on the bag that he'd settled at their lower back, shifting it so they could rest easily against the more forgiving material than the brick wall behind them.

"I should've seen it." He said as they stilled, that quality still enveloping each coarse word. Lone recognized it now.

Guilt.

"Should've stopped it." He continued, the space above his ruined nose curling. "Before this."

One rough, crimson-stained hand gestured to their wrapped leg, and Lone only blinked, their memories slowly unraveling with each moment they spent conscious again.

"You warned me though." They said simply, as they recalled his shouted word. Their name, just before the blackness they'd only just roused from.

His brows furrowed at his companion's words. Unconvinced.

"I heard you, Charon. If I hadn't leapt away when you warned me, it would've been a lot worse."

Their protector nodded mutely, one hand still resting atop their thigh, keeping the injured leg pinned beneath his firm touch.

"I'm just glad you're okay." He rasped, a gentleness softening his voice in such a way they'd never imagined could be achieved.

"You're glad?" They teased weakly as they let their head fall back against the wall behind them, "That's a first."

Charon sneered at them now, rolling his lapis blue eyes as he gave them a bit more space, removing his touch from their leg as he scooted away. The air grew cooler without his large frame hovering so close, blocking out the elements from their minorly wounded form.

"Let's get out of here." He stood up, shouldering his rifle tersely before his gaze fell down to their gauze-wrapped shin.

Lone nodded to him, settling their arms behind them to heave themself up into a standing position. Large arms and a firm grip paused their movements as Charon leaned down and hauled them up and into his arms. Grunting slightly, the ghoul settled his companion close to his chest; and though Lone's brows were high in surprise at his sudden action, they said nothing as their arms automatically went to grasp around his broad, armored shoulders.

Lone still said nothing, as he grasped their bag from the floor and set off in the direction of Megaton, but they did chuckle a bit to themself.

"Hm?" Charon's eyes darted to them briefly.

"Nothing, just... Maybe I should get wounded more often."

Again, he voiced that familiar humored scoff they'd come to expect.

"It's kinda nice having you carry me around, that's all."

"Yeah, well... Don't get used to it."

Charon's voice had taken on his usual gruffness once more, but even so, Lone felt his grip on their back tighten, keeping them solidly against him as they made their way back to the city.

#1.5k event #1.5k celebration #fallout #fallout companions #fallout 3 #fallout 3 companions #fo3 charon #fallout 3 charon #mirelurk queen #charon fo3 #fallout charon

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sapphire-weapon · 2 months

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It's not insinuating anything, but it stuck in my head out of curiosity.

Well, I see a lot of different opinions with Leon from ID flirting with Shen Mei (shenmei), and I think...if he SUPPOSEDLY (I don't know why I'm using supposedly) doesn't care if she has a boyfriend

Do you think he would regret it later if she had actually accepted? Or that he might be used to doing this...

Or the worst possible option ...Do you think he would have that kind of attitude even if he was in a relationship with someone? (Cheater Leon ewww)

IT'S A GEN GEN GEN GEN QUESTION‹/3 I hope youre okay! English is not my first language

🍼kiss kiss

i don't think leon cheats.

i also don't think that he thought his "so?" was going to work. i think it was just a kneejerk response that came out of his mouth without thinking -- like, he was looking for a solid "yes" or "no" and his brain took too long to register that "i have a boyfriend" is a stand-in for "no."

and all he did was ask a question; she's the one who would've said yes and she's the one who would've gone to bed with him. someone like that, like -- if they're going to cheat, they're going to cheat, regardless of whether it's with leon or not. because it's not like he seduced her. she would've basically just jumped at the opportunity to do it. it means that she's probably in a terrible relationship. so i don't think he'd feel bad about it.

which tells me that he's probably slept with a taken woman at least once before -- probably one who was in a terrible relationship -- or maybe the relationship wasn't bad per se, but it wasn't good for her in the sense that it was a long-distance thing or something and she couldn't cope with it well.

and in that sense, like

i think people look at this and go "so he's that asshole who gets off on fucking someone else's girl" -- but i don't think that's it. i think that leon's a lonely guy who's looking for a real connection with another human being -- however brief. and sometimes lonely people attract other lonely people -- and feeling lonely while in a relationship is some of the worst loneliness there is. i think leon, knowing the kind of character he is, would look at it as him providing relief for that person from that loneliness, which he's happy to do, because he knows just how bad it can get. and i think he would also probably tell her "this isn't right, you need to get out of that relationship" -- but that still wouldn't stop him from actually putting it in her first.

now, whether you personally (ubiquitous "you") feel like that's still wrong of him to do regardless of his intentions -- that he should automatically look at any woman in a relationship as "off limits" -- that's a different matter entirely. i'm just talking about how he, himself would see it.

like i meme on leon for being sleazy for this interaction, but it's just a meme. i don't think it comes from a place of sleaze at all. i think it comes from a place of desperation and longing. of isolation and loneliness. and everyone has selfish moments. this was one of his.

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the-fiction-witch · 6 months

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Girl P3

Media The last Legion

Character Romulus Agustus (Age Up)

Couple Romulus X Reader

Rating Sad + Cute

Requested Anonymous asked:

Pls pls pls make a part 3 of girl with romulus it's sooooooo good ❤️

He stood at the end of the corridor, bow in hand firing his arrows down the hall to the items he found boring or uninteresting I had to stand and compliment him whenever he did hit… close to something most of the time he only ever hit the stand and podiums things sat on. He hit the podium edge making it wiggle and the priceless vase from the east giggled and toppled over onto the floor smashing with a spray of dust and shattered pottery.

"Yes!" He cheered,

"Well done your grace,"

"A perfect shot!"

"Indeed it was your grace,"

"I keep making shots like that they'll have to out me as head of the army,"

"They will your grace,"

"Humm I make another shot like that you better start getting on your knees and sucking my cock,"

"If you ask it of me, your grace,"

"You know it takes years of practice and gods given skill just to hold a bow you know," he said, "And then even more gruelling training and skills to be able to fire with any sort of competency, and even then most are not able to do such things,"

I knew what I was next to say but it did not flow as automatically as usual "It is a coward's weapon," the moment it left my mouth I realized what I had done

"What did you say?" He snapped

"Nothing your grace-"

"What did you say!" He screamed throwing his bow it splintered on the floor as he threw it with such force

"I said archery is how cowards fight," I admit

In response, he slapped my face so hard my body hit the floor "Say that again and I'll have your head girl." He said through gritted teeth "Now, What do we say."

I adjusted myself and fixed my dress as I stood, doing my best to remain composed

"Archery is how a coward fights, for you stand as far back on the battlefield as anyone, you stand back and let others fight for you, you kill men from a distance never seeing their eyes, never spilling their blood yourself, it is a coward fight, skilled I admit but cowardly none the less," I explained

"You dare call me a coward!" He yelled grabbing my dress and pinning me to the wall "I am the emperor of Roma and all of her illustrious empire, master of all her armies and her people, I am the blood of Cesar." he yelled "I AM YOUR KING!… I. am. Your god." He said dropping me hard onto the floor "You, are some shit-born peasant girl. Whom I have only given this sort of standing because I like her tits. I have given you everything you are, and this. Is how you repay my kindness. Why on earth do you feel you can talk this way to me!"

"Because you need me," I said leaning against the wall so I could sit there moving my knee up to rest my arm

"NEED YOU!" He yelled turning back to me "Why would I ever need you? You are a whore nothing more, the only thing I need you for is to jump on my cock. So go on. Humor me. Why do I need you?"

"You need me because you are cripplingly lonely. You've spent thought whole life locked up in Grand villas and Roman palaces, cuddled my nurse maids and politics teachers. And now you don't even have that. Your people despise you, your court thinks your childish, your advisors think you're a spoilt brat, and even the girls you keep as whores would rather lose their heads than spent time alone with you! Your mother is dead, your father is dead, and the only reason you are even on the throne this young is because there is literally one else who can be, everyone is busy dealing with the empire you don't know how to run and dont want to run, all while giving you some random woman off the street just to keep you from doing something stupid and causing more problems! " I yelled, "You put on this bastardly tough skill because you know inside you just a scared lonely little kid, without any family, without a single friend, because your a spoilt little asshole so scared and fearful of letting anyone in the stupid shell in case they leave you like mummy and daddy did!" I yell "So you need me! Because without me you are just scared. little boy." I took a breath as I accepted my fate, everything I had wanted to say over the year of my imprisonment came out and I knew he was going to kill me, crucify me, behead me if I was lucky enough to not be tortured to death in a thousand different ways but I didn't expect -

"Wwaaaaaaahhhhh!" tears flooded down his face as he hysterically cried like a child

"Uhhhh… are you crying?" I asked

He sat on the floor crying sniffling, gasping for breath in that way you do when you cry so badly his face was soaked from his tears and even goo from his nose as he cried

"Uhh are you okay?" I asked going over a little nervously

"Your right!" He cried

"Ohh no no it's okay"

"No, you're right! I'm just a spoilt child! And I don't have anyone I can talk to or spend time with! I'm so sorry for being a dick!" he cried pulling me into a hug

"Oh dear, no its okay you're not that much of a dick" I reassured stroking his hair

"No, I am! I'm a dick! I'm a terrible person! And everyone hates me!"

"I mean… Kinda."

"Wwaaaaaaahhhhh!"

"It's okay! It's okay now you know maybe now you can take steps to improve make things better"

"I don't like change!"

"Well nobody likes to change Romulus, but it's important to change, to grow and improve" I reassured and after a while of comforting him he settled down and wiped his tears away

"I'm sorry"

"Thank you for your apology"

"Nobody ever talked to me like that before."

"I think it was a while overdue"

"Your right, I've been a dick, everyone just didn't want to tell me"

"Well most of them were scared of you, myself included"

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you think that about me, I'm sorry for being such a cunt."

"It's alright, it's easy to see why you… turned out to be rotten"

"I want to be better."

"You do?"

"I think so, Would you help me?"

"If that's what you want Romulus."

"I think so. Would you help?"

"I'd be happy to help"

"Would you marry me?"

"Wh-what?"

"Would you marry me?"

"Uhhh why?"

"So you can be the empress, so you can fix things. I promise I won't hurt you again."

"You'll really try and be better?"

"I will"

"You won't be a dick anymore?"

"I'll try"

"You won't hurt me?"

"Never."

"Well… Okay" I nodded

"Really? After everything I've done to you"

"If your really willing to try then I'm willing to help, but you so much as call me a rude name without an apology this empress is gonna kick the emperor's royal ass."

"Thats fair" he nods giving my cheek a little kiss

#tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #thomas sangster imagine #tbs imagines #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas sangster #romulus imagine #romulus augustus #romulus smut #romulus pendragon

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dez-wade · 9 months

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I'm feeling sad about how lonely Forever is lately so I'm thinking of this au to cope. I am well aware the dead eggs will never come back and if this particular egg did, she'd more than likely be under Roier and Jaiden's care. With that said it's a silly au I like because Forever is no longer as alone and Tilin has a very doting parental figure.

I think if Tilin came back to life, Forever's big big heart would adore her SO much. She was such a bratty child who liked trolling and being a menace to the people she cared for the most. Which I already think Forever would find so endearing but that's not even why I think he'd get attached.

He'd get attached because although she can misbehave and act like a brat, Tilin was quite sweet and horribly lonely as a direct result from how Q was kind of a shit dad before she died AND ElQ not really knowing or loving Tilin like Q did. Tilin herself wouldn't know ElQ isn't her dad so his indifference to her,,, would make her so sad :').

So the double combo of horribly lonely and sad child who feels unlovable on top of the menace /endearing behavior would hit him right in the heart. He wouldn't want to be a replacement father because he'd recognize only Quackity, the real one, could fill that role in her life and he himself already has a child but he'd resonate with her and want to help her feel cared for.

So he'd be quite doting on Tilin? Like he'd spend time with her, bring her to build with him and do fun things, he'd help her decorate her NINHO room which would also include giving her all of the building blocks she wants or needs because of COURSE he'd give her a NINHO room immediately. I think him and Bad would be the ones to give Tilin full 2 rows of hearts and good armour and totems so she's completely kitted out.

All in all, he'd just do his best to help Tilin feel cared for. He doesn't want to be her replacement dad and he doesn't want her to be a replacement child for him, he'd just like spending time with her and having an egg to just hang out with. He can be her rich tio you know? She's already adopted by the brazilians by proxy of Q being adopted by them anyways <3

I don't know how to end this off but if you made it all the way through, thank-you for listening to my rambles 💥🔥

I love this! And I think, if they somehow come back it wouldn't be impossible for it to happen in reality. I can definitely see Forever feeling responsible for Tilin, they're Quackity's kid and Richas' sibling, they're automatically part of his family. With Quackity not there, he'd definitely do ANYTHING to keep Tilin alive and to bring Quackity back so they could be reunited.

I won't dare to have my hopes up, but surely it would be nice if the last pictures they're posting on Twitter means the dead eggs are coming back...

#qsmp #q!forever #q!quackity #tilin the egg

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aliahm · 2 years

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Kilgrave x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Wracked with guilt after an argument, you meet a man who can make your dream of a life without responsibilities and consequences come true, but people say you should be careful what you wish for, and you’re about to find out just how right they are.

Warnings: Mind control, crying, mentions of an argument with an unspecified loved one, sexual implications (towards the end of the story).

(If I left out any content warnings or made any mistakes writing for a gender neutral reader, please let me know, so I can correct them).

Disclaimer: I do not condone any of Kilgrave’s actions or behaviour and I’m fully aware that he is by no means a likable character or a good person. This story is not meant to support or romanticize him. (Despite the suggestive content it includes). I wrote this as an examination of his abilities and how he can use them to affect another person (in this case, the reader).

The moodboard was created by me using images found on Google and the lovely divider was found here on Tumblr. Full credit goes to the owners of all these images.

Part I

“Fiction”

That was the only word on the sign across from you. A sign above the shelves which acted as temporary homes for some of the novels in the bookshop. Today, that sign held more meaning than you had ever expected it to, and that unnerved you.

You hadn’t meant for that morning to go the way it did. You had been sad at first, then, suddenly, you were angry. Your pain had somehow twisted into bitter rage, and that rage seemed to turn you cruel in that moment. What was worse was that your cold hostility had felt completely natural. There had been no other possible reaction. The harsh words had left your lips automatically, because you had wanted to say them. Once you did, what followed was an agonizing spiral of shame and guilt that made your entire body ache; and brought with it what felt like an endless supply of tears that made your face feel heavy after they dried.

It was over now, and you were at work, but that gave you little comfort that day.

“Fiction”.

That was what you wanted, and it frightened you. You frightened yourself.

You found yourself wishing in that moment that you weren’t responsible for what you said, did, thought and felt. You wished to live in a world where you didn’t have to feel guilt, shame or sadness.

The sound of the door being opened ripped you out of that corner of your mind and as a woman walked in and began browsing, you felt sick.

Why would you possibly imagine a life like that?

You were an adult, and you knew and had accepted your responsibilities. Still, seeing the lone word on that sign and picturing the fantasy life you had created around it made you feel safe, though you couldn’t see yourself admitting that to anyone.

Once again, the door opened and a man entered. He was tall, thin and well-dressed. He stood by the door and looked around the shop for a moment, before walking further inside. He seemed to have been inspecting the room, before deciding it met his standards. You didn’t know what it was: his clothes, the way he carried himself, but your eyes seemed to follow his movements as he made his way to the “Classics” section.

He sauntered across the floor with his head held high and closely studied each book he picked up. A part of you was intimidated by this man, but you rolled your eyes at the thought and went back to organizing the horror section.

It wasn’t long before you had finished the task, and when you turned away from the shelves, the man strode over to you. You looked at him and, much to your annoyance, the feeling of intimidation returned. The situation certainly wasn’t helped by the fact that your face suddenly felt warm. He looked at you with the same expression on his face as when he had first entered at the shop, then he did exactly what you were trying not to do: he looked you up and down, his deep, dark eyes seeming to focus on every detail of you, one at a time.

He hadn’t spoken a word since he had been in the shop, and you felt nervous and uncomfortable, as he silently scrutinized you, looking for who knows what. While he examined you, you began to notice more about his appearance. He had meticulously styled dark hair, stubble on his sharp jawline, wore a purple scarf with his all-black outfit, and had an expensive looking watch on his wrist.

Finally, he spoke: “Well, look at you”.

He tilted his head slightly as a smirk lifted the corner of his lips. “What’s your name?”

You didn’t answer, trying to process whatever this situation was. His smirk disappeared.

“Tell me your name”.

You told him and he repeated it to himself, leaning close to you and holding your chin with two of his fingers. “Have you been crying?”

“Yes.” You responded, wondering why you had told him that, why you had told him your name in the first place, and feeling strange about how close he was.

“Why?”

“Because I feel guilty.”

“About?”

“Being cruel to someone I love.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Really?” he asked, sounding more curious than concerned. “Well, how about we have lunch together and you can tell me what happened?”

You didn’t respond or move. What was going on? You had just told someone you didn’t know multiple things you hadn’t intended to tell him, without hesitation and without knowing why, and now he was asking you to have lunch with him.

“Come on.” He said, offering you his hand. You were afraid and confused, and there were multiple voices speaking inside your mind at once. One of them was telling you to go have lunch with this man, while another was reminding you that you didn’t even know his name. In the midst of all of this, there was another part of your mind that couldn’t help but like the attention he was giving you.

The first voice won the argument, so you took his hand and followed him out of the shop, but right before the two of you walked out the door, you noticed the book he held in his hand. “Wait, you haven’t paid for this.” you said, your words rushed.

He looked at you as though he had no idea what you were talking about, then his eyes followed yours to the copy of “The Phantom of the Opera” that he had picked up earlier.

“Don’t worry about that, love. Let’s go.”

Part II

You didn’t know what you were expecting when you found yourself going to lunch with this man (not that you seemed to have a choice in the matter), but based on his clothes and his attitude, you weren’t very surprised by the fact that he took you to a restaurant where even the floors looked expensive.

Some walls seemed to have lights built into them, while there were others made entirely of glass, giving an incredible view of the rest of New York, and there was a tall, wide shelf in the middle of the room, with bottles of wine and vases of flowers resting in diamond-shaped compartments.

As you sat across from him in a soft, comfortable black chair, you tried (just as you had been doing since you first met this man) to make sense of the situation you were in. Up to that point, you had done everything he told you to do, and when you asked yourself why, your answer was always the same: because he told you to.

The thought made you feel sick, but at the same time, you couldn’t deny that walking into this gorgeous restaurant on the arm of this confident, handsome man, who acted like he was in charge of everything and everyone, felt good.

You tried to gain some control over the situation by asking one of the many questions on your mind:

“Who are you? What’s your name?” you asked, getting the impression that he wasn’t someone who was used to being questioned.

He looked up from his menu and said, “Oh, right, we haven’t gotten around to that yet have we?”

He told you to refer to him as “Kilgrave” from that point on, and you felt your eyebrows raise as soon as you heard the name. He told you to call him that, so of course you would, but you still had to force yourself not to laugh.

Since you first met him, your day seemed to be progressing like some sort of complicated play. Being with him in that restaurant felt like being part of a performance meant to confuse and intrigue an audience.

“So, what happened that made you cry today?” he asked.

Like an actor who had spent ages rehearsing their lines, you responded immediately (despite how much you didn’t want to talk about it). You explained that you had gotten into an argument that morning and had ended up saying awful things to someone you loved.

“The hardest part is that I didn’t have to think about any of it.” you admitted. “Everything I said, I- how could I ever say any of that?”

At that point you realized that you were crying once again. You tried to stop yourself, but he had asked you to explain, and now you were reliving everything that had happened. To make matters worse, he was looking at you with a very strange expression. He almost looked confused.

Was he judging you? He was the one who asked. Why did you care how he reacted in the first place?

Through blurred vision, you saw him tilt his head the same way he had done earlier. “Alright, alright, stop, relax, it’s over now.”

Right on cue, your uncontrollable tears stopped completely, though your pained expression remained and your face still felt like it was on fire. He frowned as you tried to even out your breathing, looking away from him in embarrassment.

“Come here” he said suddenly, his voice kinder than you would have ever expected him to sound. You looked at him with wide eyes, and before you knew it, you were getting up from your seat and walking over to him on the other side of the table.

He offered you his hand just as he had done in the bookshop and without him saying a word, you took it. Maybe it was how upset you were, or the look on his face that made him seem like he wanted to make you feel better. Maybe it was both.

He pulled you into his lap and you gasped, looking nervously around the restaurant. He, however, ignored every other person in the room. You hid your face in his shoulder and he smiled.

“Look at me.” he said gently. “Tell me, why did all that upset you so much?”

“Well, I hurt someone. Someone I love. I didn’t mean to.”

His puzzled expression returned, and he ran his thumb across your jawline. “What are you talking about? You didn’t hurt anyone.”

Under normal circumstances (that is, if your mind was fully your own as it usually was), you would have immediately argued with that statement. You would have tried to explain that the way you had acted, the words that you had thought of and let leave your lips, had caused your loved one pain. You hadn’t physically injured them, but you had wounded them emotionally.

That was a type of cruelty that this man didn’t seem to understand, or, if he did, he didn’t seem to care. You didn’t know which was more unsettling.

Even so, that voice that had told you to come to this restaurant in the first place dominated your thoughts once again. Immediately (and with no resistance whatsoever, as terrifying as that was), you felt yourself agree with him.

Immediately your lip stopped quivering and you said “You’re right, I didn’t hurt anyone.”

“See? That’s better.” he cooed, a wide smile on his face.

Everything you said and felt that had been eating away at you, suddenly felt like scenes from a TV show you had seen. Thinking of it all didn’t hurt you anymore, as though you had simply watched it all unfold on a screen. The words didn’t matter anymore because you didn’t hurt anyone.

That’s when you realized that the guilt and shame you had been feeling had faded, and as soon as the thought entered your head, you felt a smile creep its way on to your face for the first time that day.

“Ah, there we go, finally.” he cooed again, the same unexpectedly sweet tone lacing his voice as after he made your tears stop. “You look gorgeous when you smile”.

“This is the first time I’ve felt even a bit good all day.” you admitted, although there was an uncomfortable gnawing feeling in your stomach as you told him that. Still, the smile he admired so much didn’t leave your face.

He leaned close to you, and as his lips brushed against your earlobe, he whispered, “You’re with me now, love. You’ll feel good all the time”.

As you sat on this man’s lap in the middle of the crowded restaurant, with a smile on your face while he left bite marks down your jawline, neck and collarbone, you wondered what sort of twisted fantasy you were now wrapped up in, you wondered why you had smiled in the first place and you especially wondered why you didn’t want to leave.

#kilgrave x reader #kilgrave fanfiction #kilgrave imagine #kilgrave x gender neutral reader

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voiddemon · 1 year

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I don't mean to sound rude, I love your skirfluff content, but why does kirby seem so jealous of their relationship? wouldn't he be, at the bare minimum, a little supportive?

TUMBLR.COM DELETED THE ENTIRE RESPONSE I WROTE ON DA WAY HOMEEE okay here we go again. This one's much shorter and not super in depth. btw ur not being rude by asking i loveee to talk about my headcanons.

Kirby isn’t jealous of their relationship, kind of! It’s a whole complicated mess. To clarify before I begin I am an Aro-Kirby truther and many of my headcanons have been robbed from the Kirby guy(Kaissauce) who u can find easily 99% of the skirfluff posting were my post and his.

TLDR: Kirby is upset at being 'replaced', doesn't understand why Shadow Kirby 'deserves' Prince Fluff, and Shadow Kirby is still being an asshole to him.

I won’t go into all of it but Kirby, before they start dating, sees Skirby as a lot of things. An insociable, rude, blunt, ungrateful, hateful, self-loathing clone of himself. Big emphasis on CLONE OF HIMSELF. He thinks he has it easy since nothing is actively threatening the mirror world, and the only thing he really has (from his view) to be sad about is DMK dying. But he was super evil anyway so yeah. Skirby also hates him in turn, and they kick each other’s shit in every other month or so.

Prince Fluff is, however a dear friend of his. Not his closest but he's definitely important to him, especially since Prince Fluff is also kind of a lonely guy with not a lot of friends like Shadow Kirby.

So when they're friends at first he's kind of happy for them, until they start getting actually close. Seee here's the thing. While Kirby can handle not being someone's top priority, or that someone wouldn't go to him for certain things, he can't handle that happening with Shadow Kirby. It makes him absolutely confused and angry, since what does Skirby have that he doesn't? In his mind he's automatically a better friend than Skirby, especially for Prince Fluff, since they have a lot more in common.

Also having to essentially share Prince Fluff's time when he tries to get them to get along is agony, since when he and Skirby inevitably argue/fight and Prince Fluff often takes Skirby's side. Before they start dating the fact that it's Prince Fluff is barely a factor, it's just Shadow Kirby having a similar role in one of his friend's lives.

HOWEVER once they start dating everything gets wayyyy worse. It comes with a lot of fun confusing questions and new wounds. Here's a list:

Why can Skirby feel romantic feelings when he, the original and REAL Kirby, can't. (Is he faking it for since he doesn't want to hurt Prince Fluff, or (he doesn't really think this, but it crosses his mind) is he just playing Prince Fluff for the benefits? Is something wrong with Kirby for not feeling romantic feelings?)

What does Skirby have that makes him more worthy of Prince Fluff's time than Kirby's? Why does Shadow Kirby get to be a bigger priority in Prince Fluff's life? (He's also taking away Kirby's time with him, since Fluff is naturally going to spend more time with his boyfriend than his friend)

Shadow Kirby and Prince Fluff dating makes them a team, often poised against him as they don't take kindly to people trying to get between them or split them up.

Skirby basically stumbled into dating a very nice Prince who could do a lot better without going through any trials or tribulations. While Prince Fluff has to put up with so much for little return.

Skirby is actively rubbing salt in his eyes by shoving their relationship in Kirby's face.

Also edited to add he, in a way, feels entitled to Prince Fluff since he's more real in a sense than Shadow Kirby. Also they've known each other for longer, and Skirby didn't safe Fluff's life. This isn't something Kirby has fully realized himself, since if he did even he'd realize that's fucked.

Shadow Kirby is replacing him. While he and Prince Fluff weren't romantically involved, he was one of the most important friends in Fluff's life. Kirby isn't used to being replaced by anyone, let alone Shadow Kirby.

SO essentially their relationship causes a lot of problems for him. And every time he sees them happy together it reminds him of those stinging, open sores. Even though he probably is happy that Prince Fluff is happy, it makes him envious.

Also a tiny tiny part of it is, for Prince Fluff's sake, Shadow Kirby starts acting like the bigger person. Which is usually Kirby's thing when they have disputes. He also generally starts developing a healthier view on their relationship as being a clone/not clone, while Kirby is stuck in the past thinking of Shadow Kirby the same way because it's easier to him.

Them being homogay directly challenges his views on the mirror world, his friendship with Prince Fluff, and his own identity. So yeah while he's probably a little supportive sometimes and can look past his issues with Shadow Kirby to be happy for Fluff, those times are the exception and not the rule.

He gets better with time but it takes. YEARS of avoiding the problem and making things worse by arguing with and killing Shadow Kirby (i just ended a 2 year relationship don't worry it wasn't mine).

so yeah kirby suffering on patchland and in the mirror world until he. gets over himself??? idk best way i can put it

#long post #skirfluff

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