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How to Endure Ardor:

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: Joel teaches you how to love him.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Content Warnings: Post outbreak; QZ Joel Miller; I'm saying this, but the setting is sort of ambiguous anyways, Stream of consciousness, Character Study, Alternating POVs; PIV sex; The troubles and toils of breaking up and then making up with a fucked up old man; Uncaring Joel; Mentions of painful sex; Toxic relationships or situationships or whatever you want to call it; I think I'm addicted to the idea of a Joel who'll never love you and I should probably see a doctor about it

A/N: she remembers how to write, who'd of thought!

Word Count: 1.3K

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This is a lesson:

“Tell me again,” she says, and it’s a begging.

A begging like what? Something that carries shame and smallness in the shape of it. Stay a little longer. It humiliates him for the wretchedness it pulls from him. Joel, please. Seeping blood the color of her supplication. Please, she says, please. And who else says please to him anymore? Who asks him for anything anymore but her? The only ones who ever had are long past and gone, and he can’t even barely remember they were ever really there to ask anything of him to begin with—can’t remember what it feels like to owe someone something and want to give it to them in a way that will actually make him.

Tell me what again? That I want you? That I’ll stay? That I love you? I’ll come back, he says instead, the only thing he can promise and keep. And he wonders if it humiliates her too, the way he lies, the way he runs, the way he swears, the way he always comes back and comes back but never returns with the things she needs. A humiliation just like it is a begging.

The thing they have: it’s strange, fickle, honest in its lies, very, very ugly. An ugliness that is shocking in a world gone to rot already. The sky doesn’t shine anymore and they bask in it.

But also, and, the thing they have: it’s physical, saving.

This is obvious too, even if only to them.

He slides inside and you’re what? Hot and wet and slick, and—yes, a thing like a dream, but still only a thing. Something to have, something close to desire, but not quite, more like biological want. Woman turned possession. In his mind this is an excuse, a reason, a begetting. Like, what—like what? Like when you want a thing very badly but it is very bad for you, and you need to make up any excuse to have it, lie and lie and lie—to your mother, your best friend, the mirror—a begetting like that. Easy to understand only if you’ve been there.

It started simple, it started like nothing, it started like the first time you meet someone and you know they’ll matter, you know they’ll mean something. So it started like what? Like a lie.

Shifts at the QZ, long and toiling and reminders of the sort of life that died in an outbreak of monsters, only if for how unlike that past it was. Humans or fungus or—

—men who hurt—you, men who refuse your love, Joel Miller.

The crutch of your age, of you being weaker or smaller or in need, him being easily felled, wooed, easily conquered by something young and given without a try because there was never the opportunity for trying before.

Now, it is like this: you take my cock and you take my come and you take my nothing, and I give so little and yet you still find a way to take and take and take, leech of a girl, dream of a girl, hungry. And with the excuse that it’s only in a way you contrive for your own self. But in the end, what does that make you? What do I make you into?

These are the things he asks himself.

Perhaps she goes away for a time, tries the route of escape, of variety. But when she inevitably comes back because addiction is riddled always in the same sorts of ways: did you try different bodies? Did you try different flavors and sounds? Did you look for me in all of them?

The answer is usually yes.

At reunion’s turn: he rolls her over to face her, Joel, damp and panting and trying to be something—perhaps better, more honest—after a season of variety and honest attempts and shut eyes. He’s so hard for her, always is.

Again: he slides inside and you’re what? His, undeniably. Not yours. Something to want but not desire because it’s too romantic a notion, and yes, there’s a difference even if he can’t put into words what that difference specifically is. Body and heart, perhaps, definitions that differ between disparate anatomical parts or levels of deniability.

Nothing either of you have ever been able to put into words when lust and love aren’t things you can even say out loud for the shame of them, even if they exist within said same anatomy.

You come together, the season passed, the separation passed but still kept at hand for the next time the closeness becomes too much.

“Tell me again,” she says, and this time he remembers what she’s asking for.

“I fucking missed you, baby. Missed this pussy.” Because he can’t say it’s her heart he missed. Because Joel Miller does not have honesty in his arsenal.

He spreads you wide, knee to shoulder so it hurts and pulls, so it’ll be sore and reminding tomorrow. The slap of his pelvis against the back of your thighs is obscene, wet and lewd, a string of girl cum keeping you connected, such togetherness, curve of your ass to the root of his cock—the two of you are together again.

You know what I thought, when I tried to go away, you say. He doesn’t want to know, but he doesn't tell you so either, only slides in again, the mouth of your womb right there, threatening. I’m never going to feel like this again, and I hate how certainly I know that. He wonders if the unsaid part is that he’s the recipient of that feeling, the hate.

He wonders if the pinch inside him is hurt. He wonders if the throb is love.

All he says because he can’t say the rest is, I missed you, I missed you, and if he could look himself in the mirror—something that’s twenty years past lost—he’d ask: are you alright? Just tell me you’re okay. And it sounds in your own voice and with your own care and the feel of your own warmth. Is there anything I can do?

Other times, he sees himself through your own eyes, and then he knows for certain that the throb is love

So he makes up for lost time, hard—and if it was a thing he knew how to be— loving. Mouth to cunt first, primed and soft and begging, making you come again and then another once more, then inside of you. Slow, splitting you open, red cunt like a wound, balls slapping wet, pulling out to watch the gape of the space he’s carved for himself. His cock is so hard and missing you something desperate. And he’s reminded of what it is to really miss something in a way he hadn’t been in twenty years of apocalypse, he’s forced to realized that it’s been so long since he’d had something to love that he’d not realized the feeling of missing that long past someone had gone away, only faint memory remained.

Violent, is what this makes him after that realization—thrusts turning hard and punishing. How dare you give yourself to me? How dare you then take yourself away? You come around him again, the gift of your orgasm. How dare you not be able to accept the little I’m able to give when I’m trying so desperately fucking hard to give you even just this?

He fucks you mean, he fucks you in the way of a man who doesnt know how to say the things he needs to say, in a way that’s confusing, that could make a less discerning woman feel only the hurt.

But then again, you know him.

Fucks you in a way that is a little bit like love.

And so, amidst all of it, there is an honesty amongst the lies. A truth unspoken that they both know—I’ll come back because I need you, because you’re the only one who can give me the things I'm not strong enough to ask for out loud.

You’re not sure which of the two of you is the one saying it.

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delulu-with-wandanat · 3 months

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Shape of you

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff.

Warnings 18+: Shapeshifting (Wanda), teasing, praise kink, slight degradation?, cunnilingus, bottom!Nat, top!Wanda, fluffy moments cus these two are just-

A/N: This was requested by a user who would like to remain anonymous. I hope you like it! It was nice exploring this idea with you, some of the lines were from them as well!

Summary: Wanda's exploring the extent of her powers and can't help but tease Nat with it. And Natasha... well, Natasha discovers something new about herself.

"What the-" Her girlfriend, Wanda, was always up to interesting things when she calls for Natasha's attention. Most of the times it was adorable, like that one time Wanda excitedly showed her the cupcake she had baked with a proud grin.

But this... this was just...

"Hey sailor." Wanda- or better yet, Natasha 2.0 said. The spy narrows her eyes in confusion, but nonetheless she was very impressed. She knew Wanda had been experimenting with the extent of her magic. Whenever they hung out in Wanda's room, she would absentmindedly play with her powers. However, she never knew Wanda's magic could go as far as shapeshifting.

"Well done, detka! However, you still sound like you." Natasha said from her seat on Wanda's bed, her tone was teasing. The witch pouted, oh god is that what I look like when I pout?? "Aw... My darling, I was only joking. I'm sorry, this is really impressive!"

Wanda only stick out her tongue and faced the mirror once more. This was something she had been working on for the past days, Wanda noticed that she was able to be alter the environment around her, which pique her curiosity on whether or not she could alter her body.

At first it was simple things, like changing the color of her hair without the use of hair dye. Then putting on clothes without actually needing to put on any materials, getting her nails done, the color of her eyes, so on and so forth. Then she started to wander if she could alter... her face.

She got the idea from none other than her own girlfriend, the former Russian spy. Natasha had told her about the time she used a photostatic veil in order to impersonate others, which inspired the witch to do her little experiment.

Wanda checks herself out on the mirror. She had gotten everything right, from Natasha's hair, her beautiful green eyes, her full lips. "How are you not in love with yourself?" Wanda asked randomly.

"I'm pretty sure there's a term for that, unfortunately Tony already took the title." Natasha replied.

"If you were, i'd honestly understand."

Natasha only hummed in response and returned to her previous activity on scribbling in her notepad. Well, she knew she was attractive of course. She had no doubt about that, but being physically attracted to herself sounded absurd. Not because she was insecure or any of that, rather how does one could be THAT self absorbed.

"Do you ever think about fucking yourself?"

Natasha almost choked in her own saliva at Wanda's rather absurd question. And to be quite honest, she should be used to it by now. Wanda could be quite... random. One of the many traits Natasha adores so much, but... maybe there are times where you shouldn't speak out your mind-

"I think the word for it is masturbating."

"No, I meant like... Having sex, with yourself. As in physically touching a clone of yourself." Wanda elaborated.

A small smile creeped onto Natasha's face. Wanda's absurdity was so weird yet so adorable at the same time. Natasha finally put down the notepad and puts her attention fully to the younger woman. "That mind of yours, little witch. Sometimes I don't understand why you're even asking any of these questions for..."

Wanda only rolled her eyes, her face was still representing Natasha. Christ, this is weird. "I'm just saying..." Wanda said in a low voice. Taking a step towards the bed, swaying her hips slightly. "Hypothetically, if you were to meet a clone of yourself, wouldn't you feel... something?" The seduction in her voice were present.

Well... the way she saw her own face smirking at her, Natasha had to admit. It was rather... sexy.

Wanda got closer and closer, crawling onto the bed to Natasha. Arching her back a little so her ass was up in the air. Natasha raised an eyebrow at Wanda. "What are you trying to do?"

"My point being, you drive me crazy, Natasha Romanoff. With your eyes, your smirk, the way you present yourself in general." Wanda continued, still advancing towards her on the bed, almost like a cat. Soon enough, Wanda made herself comfortable on her lap, tilting her head a little as she looked down at Natasha. "Don't you think you'd feel some type of way if you ever met a clone of yourself?"

Natasha crane her neck upward to see herself, or more like a face of herself smirking down at her. Perhaps Wanda was onto something, Natasha's face had an aura that tug something within you. Yet, the spy was still not convinced. That may be her face, her smirk, however everything else was still Wanda.

Maybe because she was a spy so she was much more observant, that or she loves Wanda so much to the point where she knows every single little detail about her. The little head tilt that she always does, the nose crunch when she smiles, Natasha could go on and on.

Natasha then raised her hand and lets it rest on Wanda's cheek. "I already have the girl for that, detka."

A soft blush formed on Wanda's cheek, the smirk turned into a soft smile. Ugh god, I'm making a mental note not to blush like that. Looks cute on Wanda, but god forbid someone else caught me in that state.

A smirk formed on Natasha lips, her other hand grip Wanda's thigh slightly, causing the witch to hitch her breath. Natasha moved her hand to the back of Wanda's neck, pulling her down so she could whisper in her ear. "Now how about you let me see that girl, hmm?"

Within an instant, her face transformed to it's original state. Natasha smiled upon seeing the view she adores so much. She then pulled Wanda down, the two met halfway, sharing a soft loving kiss while embracing one another.

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Natasha had thought that her girlfriend's little hocus pocus would end there. However, the little witch was very much still adamant on reaching her goal. Which was to become the perfect Natasha clone.

Altering her appearance was easy, making it accurate was not so hard either.

"Hey babe, I think I finally got your tits right. Can you come over and have a feel to see if it's accurate?"

Natasha stopped dead in her tracks upon hearing the question at 9am in the morning. She had just gone back from her run to find Wanda standing in front of her mirror, with a different body, HER body to be precise. And also wearing her suit... The zipper was unzipped way lower than it should to be frank-

"Wouldn't you have a better opinion on that? After all, you're the one who's on the other end of the stick." Natasha teased after composing herself real quick.

"It's your body."

"Wanda, I don't exactly spend my time in front of a mirror all day." The witch then took another look in the mirror, her eyes almost looks like a prey as her hand trails up her body in a sexual manner, biting her lips as she gave her tits a firm grip.

The scene had Natasha swallowing the lump in her throat. That's when she felt... something in her stomach. What the fuck was that-

"Mmmm, the way I would record myself if I had this kind of body." Wanda husked out dreamily.

Natasha took in a shaky breath, which went unnoticed by the witch. "I love your body the way it is."

"Oh darling, I don't mean that in a self deprecating way. Don't you worry." The younger woman continues to admire her body, or Natasha's body in the mirror. Turning to the side and arching her back, running her hands along the curves seductively. "Keep watching, perv."

Wanda's words snapped the spy out of her trance, when her gaze returned to Wanda's green orbs, the witch was smirking slightly at her. Natasha only rub the bridged of her nose and mumbles some incoherent words in Russian.

"You can be honest."

"I'm going to the gym-"

"You just got back from a jog." Wanda stated.

"I need something to punch after dealing with..." Natasha made a movement with her right hand, indicating to the whole shapeshifting ordeal. Wanda only narrows her eyes in faux offense, Natasha then turns around and walked out of their room.

"You love me!" Wanda yelled out just before the door closes. Natasha merely rolls her eyes, yet a smile creeped up on her face. She really does...

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The most difficult part for Wanda was not to alter her appearance, rather how to mimic her girlfriend's demeanor and personality. Which was weird, wasn't it? As Natasha's lover, Wanda should be able to mimic her perfectly.

Perhaps there were a couple of reasons. One, she wasn't a trained spy or actor by any means. And two, Natasha had an... aura you could say, a confidence, the way she brought herself up. It wasn't something that anyone could copy.

Natasha strides into a room with her head held high, all attentions directed to her in an instant. When she speaks, no one dares to cut her off. The power she holds, the fire in her eyes, just everything about her that makes her Natasha-Fucking-Romanoff.

Maybe that's why the witch was so drawn to her. And to be completely honest, Wanda had no clue whatsoever on how she manages to bag the former assassin.

So for the past couple of days, Wanda did a complete observation of Natasha. Watching every moves that she makes, the way she speaks to others. The micro-expressions on her face, the way she sits, her composure, every-single-fucking-thing...

"Nat?"

Natasha turns around upon hearing her colleague.

"Rogers." Natasha responded promptly.

"How'd you get here so fast?" Steve asked, confusion written across his face. To which Natasha responded with equal confusion.

"Meaning?"

"I thought I just saw you... Never mind that." He approached her and makes himself a cup of coffee as well. Natasha had her back leaning against the counter. "How are you and Wanda?"

With that Natasha lets out a soft chuckle. "Interested in my love life, Rogers?"

"It's a harmless question." Steve responded with a kind smile.

"We're alright." Natasha said, trying to hide the tiny smile that's creeping up to her face at the thought of Wanda.

"I'm truly happy for you both." The two avengers drank their beverage in a comfortable silence. Despite all the dangerous mission they had to go through, moments like these are the ones they cherish the most. In the midst of all the chaos, it was nice to have a peace of mind once in a while.

After a few moments, Steve broke the silence once again. "Well, I should head out."

Natasha narrows her eyes in confusion. "Aren't you supposed to train Wanda this morning?"

"You just told me she was sick??"

"I didn't... Wanda is sick?" Concern flair up in her for a split second, I didn't even know...

"You tell me." Both Avengers were in confusion. "Nat, are you sick as well? You seems a little off today."

"Rogers, I assure you, I'm perfectly fine."

"Alright... Well, I hope Wanda a speed recovery. See you around, Nat." Steve said before walking past her while patting her shoulder.

What the fuck is going on??

Natasha opted to check up on her girlfriend, she strides to the direction of Wanda's room. The conversation she had with Steve was weird to say the least, however, being the spy that she is, she had an idea on what was going on. Just as she was about to knock on Wanda's door, a voice called out to her.

"Natasha." To hear herself, she wasn't that much surprised to say the least.

Natasha smirked, she knew Wanda was still hellbent on the whole shapeshifting thing.

"Trying to get yourself out of training I see."

"A day won't hurt anyone."

Natasha turns around to face... herself. She had to admit, this was very impressive. Wanda manages to get every curves of her body right, the color of her eyes, her hair, down to her signature smirk.

"You could've just told me, you know?" Natasha said in a slight teasing tone.

"I find this more exciting." Wanda said, taking a closer step towards her. This is really weird.

Natasha... out for words. Give her a break, how exactly does one reacts to this? Wanda had become the perfect clone. Natasha tried to say something, only to close her mouth again. With that, Wanda smiled teasingly.

"Cat got your tongue?" She said, while thumb reaching up to rest it self on Natasha's chin. The spy's breath hitched. Why the fuck-

"Don't flatter yourself."

Wanda let out a soft chuckle, "So defensive, Detka." Fuck, is this how Wanda feels every time?

"How long are you planning to keep this going, hmm?"

Wanda only lean closer, her breath ghosting on Natasha's lips. "I'm not entirely sure..." The witch's eyes subtly glanced down to her lips before returning to her eyes. "Until it bores me." With one last smirk, Wanda pulled away and walked to a different direction.

Natasha lets out the breath she didn't even know she was holding. To see herself, acting the way she did awakened something in her. Natasha wasn't sure if she was comfortable with that fact...

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The rest of the day was... interesting to say the least. Wanda spent the entire day, posing as her. However, the witch wasn't out and about to wreak havoc. Meaning she wasn't out there to spread rumors as Natasha, or completely re-writing Natasha's well known reputation.

No, no... It was much worse than that.

She was constantly teasing, and flirting with Natasha AS Natasha. Which the spy couldn't decided if she would have prefer the former or the latter.

Wanda was getting bolder each minutes as well. It started off as just having a rather seductive conversation with her, then she started stretching and bending her body in sexual manners, then she started brushing her hand and whispering things in her ears. It frustrated the spy, one because it turns her on in a way that made her feel weird about herself. And two, she may or may not feel slightly hypocritical, as she often does this to rile up Wanda.

"I think I'm starting to understand." Natasha felt a hand encircling her waist, her voice whispering on her right ear. Natasha looked up from the bathroom sink, the reflection caused her to hitch her breath. Wanda smirked as she rest her head on the spy's shoulder.

"Understand what, exactly?"

"Why you do what you do..." Wanda husked out. Pulling Natasha closer by the waist and flushing their bodies completely. "Why you tease me so relentlessly..." Natasha lets in a shaky breath the moment she watches the scene unfold in front of her eyes. Wanda kisses her shoulder, before slowly trailing it up to her neck.

"Wands..." Natasha breathed out, her mind was starting to get hazy. Her eyes flutter slightly, she couldn't help but to crane her neck a little to give Wanda better access.

"To have someone submit to you so easily..." Wanda started to nibble her earlobe, Natasha couldn't help the slight moan that escaped her throat. Which caused Wanda to chuckle.

For fuck sake, why am I feeling like this?

"The power you have against me, Natasha Romanoff." Wanda husked out again. With one swift movement, Wanda spun her around to face her. Natasha could feel her breath against hers. The spy's eyes shifted just for a split second, Wanda's lips pulled into a devilish smile the moment Natasha was caught red handed. "Go on. I won't blame you."

Natasha took in a sharp breath, yet she couldn't seem to rack up any words.

"Don't be afraid, Natasha." Wanda purred, leaning ever so close their lips were mere inches apart. Natasha didn't knew what's gotten into her. Was it the way she acted? Her voice? Her mannerism?

She knew she was good at what she does, hence why all of her targets gave in whenever she used seduction. But to have experienced it herself was something she would've never imagined happening. Was it weird? Perhaps.

But by god does her lips move so well against her...

The way she took control, just how the spy always does. The way her hands know exactly where she wanted to held. The way her tongue teases her lips, causing Natasha to subconsciously part hers letting Wanda gain access.

Their mouth moved in a perfect tandem. Natasha moaned against her, arching her body in a way she normally never does. Almost submitting herself...

She broke the kiss, trailing kisses along her jawline, then down to her neck. Natasha's breathing was getting heavier and heavier on every kiss, her knees felt wobbly. She wrapped an arm round Wanda's shoulders for support.

"You feel the effect you have on me?"

She lets her hand roam down to Natasha's thigh, giving in a firm grip while her mouth continued its way down Natasha's neck. The action was causing Natasha to let out a breathy moan. As her mouth explored Natasha's neck, searching for a sweet spot, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

"Ah... I see why you like this angle. Why you love to fuck me in this exact position." She smirked at her own reflection, Natasha's back facing the mirror. She trailed her hand up Natasha's spine from under the muscle tee. Fuck, even Wanda is so turned on by the sight...

She then pushed her leg between Natasha's thighs, eliciting a delicious moan from the redhead and something she did not expected to hear, "Natalia..."

Both women snapped out of their trance.

The witch pulled back to look at Natasha in the eye. The spy was shocked at her own words. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I-"

But Natasha was shushed, a smirk creeping onto her partner's lip. "What did you just call me?"

Natasha clenched her jaw, "Wanda-"

"No." She responded firmly. Her finger reached up to force Natasha to look at her in the eye. "I won't ask you again, Malyshka." The amount of dominance in her voice made Natasha weak in the knees. The spy didn't know why, but all she wanted to do was to oblige.

"Natalia..."

"Good girl."

Oh fuck- Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She crashed her lips onto Natasha, with one swift movement Natalia had picked her up to sit on the counter top. Making the older one gasp and moaned against her. Natalia tugged on the muscle tee she was wearing, the older one took off her shirt with so much difficulty as she refused to part their lips for more than a second.

Natalia lets her hand roamed the newly exposed skin. Running her hand up her strong muscular back, gently digging her nails causing Natasha to hiss and arch her back. "Oh god-" She groaned. Natasha puts her hand on her chin to force Natalia to look at her. "Take me to bed." The spy demanded.

The clone merely raised her eyebrow, Wanda had to hold herself as she was so used to obeying Natasha's words. But not this time. "You know better on how to use your words, Detka."

Natasha swallowed the lump in her throat, one last breath she let out a very soft. "Please..."

A devilish smirk crepped up on Natalia's lip, "Say it again. Full sentence."

"Please, take me to bed, Natalia..."

Delighted, the clone crashed their lips once again and swiftly pick her up. Natasha naturally wraps her legs around her, her right hand on her shoulder for balance while her left remain on Natalia's cheek.

The kiss gets progressively messy as Natalia carry her to their bed. With the lack of space between them, she could feel Natasha's growing arousal on her abs. The spy even tightens her legs around and subtly moving her hips. Christ, since when did Natasha get so needy?

Once Natasha was laying on her back, Natalia pulled back to take off her shirt. Natasha watches the scene, practically drooling at the mouth. The clone wasted no time in locking their lips once again, positioning herself between Natasha's legs and grinding her abs against her core.

"Ahh... F-fuck..." A pathetic whine escaped the spy's throat. Something that never had happened before.

Natasha's panting and moaning filled the room, it was music to Natalia's ears. Painting the older ones neck and collarbone with purple markings, now she understands why Natasha always leaves so much of those. To mark her territory, show off to everybody what is rightfully hers. The two continues to undress each other, revealing more and more skin each time. Natalia pulled back to take in the view.

The sight of the infamous Black Widow, now naked underneath her, squirming under her touches, by god Wanda wanted to engrave the sight on her mind.

Over the course of their relationship, Natasha took charge most of the time, well... all the time actually. However, it wasn't because she forbid Wanda to take charge, no. But rather Wanda found herself incapable of doing anything else other than to obey her. She never understood why, until now that is.

The power she has, the seduction in her voice, the aura that just makes someone follow you like a blind dog willingly.

"Look how pathetic you are..." Natalia husked out while playing with her tits. Natasha's bottom lip trembles, desperately holding back the needy whine that's threatening to escape her throat. Still trying so hard to keep her 'dignity' even after the numerous slip ups a few minutes ago. "You don't have to hold back, Detka."

Natalia slowly kisses her way down to her stomach, Natasha's breath hitch as she closes her eyes, her legs subconciously spread wider.

"Look at me." Natalia demanded. When Natasha opens her eyes again and look down, the clone was smirking up at her. "Don't you want to see how good you look?"

Natalia stick out her tongue, dragging down from her stomach then all the way to her inner thigh.

"This part is my favorite to watch..." Natalia husked out as she makes herself comfortable between Natasha's thighs. Kissing and lightly biting the inner parts, getting dangerously close to her core only to pull away, causing Natasha to grip the bedsheets like her life depends on it as she watches the scene unfold.

"Please..." Natasha breathed out.

Natalia smirked. Christ, that devilish smirk. "I'll do it exactly the you do."

And by god does Natasha finally understands what she means.

Head thrown back, toe curling, sheets gripped tight as Natalia lapped her up like a starved animal. Natasha's moans were music to her ears. Natalia swore the sight itself could make her come without the need of touching herself. The feeling of Natasha grabbing a handful of her hair was enough to make her head spin, causing Natalia to moan against her core.

The action only pushed Natasha closer to the edge. "Oh fuck-"

She was close, it was almost so pathetic how quickly she got to lose herself. As Natalia kept sucking and twirling her tongue on her aching bud, the knot on her stomach was threatening to snap.

Yet, she couldn't?

She knew she was practically gliding along the edge. What exactly is stopping her?

Natalia was too pre-occupied to notice Natasha hesitancy. The spy whined and whined like a pathetic mutt as she wanted nothing more than her release. But it never came.

"S-stop, stop, please..." Natasha whimpered.

Natalia froze and pulled away, immediately hovering closer to Natasha's face. Looking at her with so much concern and fear. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

Natasha shook her head, there was tears in her eyes. Yet, not out of pain, out of frustration. Which Wanda picked it up as though she had hurt Natasha. Her heart ached as she thought of the damage she might've caused. Luckily, Natasha was quick to straighten things out.

"No, detka. It's not you, I just-" Natasha couldn't understand, what's happening to me?

Natalia, reached up to cup her face. Causing the two to lock eyes. Oh... Maybe that's why... "Talk to me." Natalia said gently.

"I want you..." Natasha breathed out.

"Are you sure you can continue?" Natasha nodded, the hand that was initially on her face slowly and gently trailed down again. "I'll be gentle, I promise."

But Natasha halted her hand before it could go further. "Not like this." Natalia tilted her head in confusion. "I meant- You, Wanda, I want you..."

Realization hits her like a brick. Without missing beat, Natasha finally stared back at the woman she loves, Wanda Maximoff...

As much as she enjoyed the whole role play and that it turned her on in many ways. The act of release was.... something she found rather sacred?

Perhaps for better term, her body only naturally wanted to let go for Wanda. She made Natasha feel safe, like she could let down her guard. Like she could demolish the wall she had built around herself for so many years.

Wanda, Wanda, Wanda....

"I love you." Natasha whispered, her hand wrapped around the witch's shoulder. Staring deeply into her green eyes, oh those eyes...

"I didn't mean to hurt you-"

"You didn't." The redhead said firmly, pulling Wanda closer so she could rest their foreheads together. "But I wanted it to be you, only you..."

Wanda nodded, her hand trailed down again to her aching core. Natasha's breath gets heavier with anticipation. It started slow, as Wanda had to build her up once more. She leaned down capturing Natasha in a soft kiss while her hand did their magic.

"Just like that. Ah- Wanda..." Fuck, the witch loved their previous role play, but hearing her own name was so much better.

"You're doing so well for me, detka." Wanda whispered as she picked up the pace. Natasha's breath hot against her face as the spy yearned for their close proximity. Wanda then started kissing her jaw, her neck, then up to a spot just below her ear. "I love you so much, Natasha."

The redhead felt a surge of arousal in her stomach, this moment was so intimate. In a sense, she felt so safe, so loved, so well taken care of. She loves her, she loves her, by god she loves her...

"Wanda, f-fuck. I'm so close...." Natasha moaned.

"I got you, baby." The knot in her stomach tightens as it's threatening to snap at any given seconds. Natasha chants her name like a prayer, begging for her to go faster so she could have the release she so desired. And Wanda wants nothing more than to fulfill her needs.

"Wanda... Wan- oh fuck!" Finally, it snapped. Natasha hid her face on Wanda's neck, still holding her close as the witch helps her through her orgasm. They've had much more exciting sex of course, but this moment... this wasn't just sex. It was making love.

The realization that Natasha only felt safe enough to let go is for Wanda. That wasn't something Wanda was going to take lightly.

Natasha's breathing eventually evened out. They pulled away to gaze into another, though it seems like there was a soft blush on Natasha's face. Wanda couldn't help but to smile, it was so adorable to see the big strong Black Widow blushing like so.

"You're so cute." Wanda teased, leaning down to kiss her nose.

Natasha only scrunched her nose, but a small smile creeped onto her lips. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"I should return the favor..." Natasha husked out.

Wanda bit her lip, "I wouldn't be opposed to that."

⧗ᗢ⧗

Wanda entered the gym with a yawn, holding a cup of tea in her hand. She looked rather adorable still in her pajamas. Natasha noticed her and gave her a soft smile.

"You should be in training, witchy." Sam grumbles as he does more push ups, courtesy of Nat of course.

"Don't make me add another 100, Sam." Natasha replied.

"This ain't fair! You can't just give out special treatments just cause she's your girlfriend."

"You know what? Fair enough, just for that you get 200."

Sam cursed under his breath, "Go fuck yourself, Romanoff."

Instant flashbacks for the spy, yet she quickly shook it off before anyone else at the gym notices. However, she locked eyes with Wanda who raised her eyebrows teasingly.

'Don't...' Natasha mouthed.

Wanda only sipped her tea, while maintaining eye contact. It had a glints of mischief in them.

Damn this woman...

Whoooo, ok so i had this WIP for like weeks. And I'm the type of person who gets overwhelmed when one thing isn't done, so I'm gonna post this so i don't have the weight of it in my head for these college essays :')

I'm sorry that I'm gonna have to postpone all request until further notice, anyway hope you guys liked it! Also I hope the whole thing wasn't confusing, i tried my best to describe Wanda as Natasha XD I think I could've done better but with everything my head was elsewheree, anyhow enjoy!

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #wandanat #natasha #wanda x natasha #wanda #wlw #natasha x wanda #wandanat smut #wandanat fluff #wantasha #moffnoff #scarletwidow #scarlet widow #scarletwidow fluff #scarletwidow smut

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dorkgelic · 2 years

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Your rising sign and how you look & act !

“What are rising/ascendant signs?”

Your ascendant is the zodiac sign that was on the eastern horizon when you were born. It can represent your outward appearance, physical features, outward style, social personality, the energy you give off, the path/direction you are going, your approach to life, and etc.

“How do I find my rising sign?”

Go to https://www.astro.com/horoscope and press charts & calculations, then go to chart drawing.

Aries Rising ↑

Aries Rising’s usually have a very fierce and fiery look. Their eyebrows are very prominent and are often complimented because of their nice shape. They have plump lips and even if they’re on the smaller side, they still look satisfying. They can have big heads or foreheads most of the time, just because Aries rules the head. They can be very intimidating just by their appearance, and sometimes even their personality. For some reason, they like tattoos so they’re also more prone to getting them just out of impulse. They can look very young even when they’re older. Let’s say an Aries Rising is 34, they’ll look like they’re 25 or even younger. Also, they truly have a resting bitch face, and this also contributes to the intimidation. It gets to the point where people think they’re irritated or something. They are very hard-workers and they try to be good at everything they do to prove people wrong. These people will not lie or sugar-coat things with you. They usually act off of their instinct, but they don’t always do everything impulsively. They have a strong and big presence whenever you’re around them, which is why they’re always getting noticed by people. Their energy can be more masculine (and this isn’t a bad thing) because it actually attracts more males to them. They can be confident but sometimes it’s just to hide their insecurity and others can read into this sometimes. They can get angry very easily, and can have mild to severe anger issues. It’s very rare to see an Aries Rising scared to call out someone for something they’re doing wrong, because they usually do tell you when they don’t like something or are annoyed. They also give off a very energetic and active vibe which leads people to believe they like working out or just being active in general. They make very great leaders, and people honestly just want to know what they’re all about.

Celebrities with an Aries Rising: Shakira, Kendall Jenner, Rihanna, and Cardi B.

Taurus Rising ↑

To be honest, these people are very naturally pretty. They don’t need makeup at all, but when they do wear it, it makes them look more radiant and it kinda just suits them. They can have more squarer or broader shoulders, along with a longer/thicker/stronger neck because Taurus rules the neck. They’ll wear the same colors over and over again just because they like them. They either like to dress comfortably, or like a Queen. No in between. They like to put thought into what they wear, and most of the time they don’t like cheap things. They can have bigger eyes, and when they open them wide it’s like they’re genuinely bulging. They have gentle but powerful stares. Their face shape is well rounded & their lips are prominent and plump. Very strong and sturdy features too. Their noses especially can be noticeable or something people just pay attention to. They have many round features & broad foreheads. They usually have baby-faces, or faces that look younger. I’ve noticed that people with this placement can usually have very clear skin, or their skin gets clear quickly. They have like flawless skin. They spend a good amount of their time worrying about their security and the things that they have. They can also be more materialistic, and territorial or picky with their items and social image + people they love. They can have a stubborn type of look, and when people try to convince them to do something they don’t want to do, the person will quite literally think “this person will not budge, how do I convince them?” When it’s time to change, they try to resist just because they find comfort in how they’re used to doing things. They’re really the type to not get out of their “barriers” or “bounds.” And they can be wary/suspicious of new people. They like acting like a Queen or just a fashionista in public, and this draws attention to them. They’re really good at grounding themselves naturally!! They always take everything in before any actions. Since Taurus is ruled by Venus, these individuals know how to make things look aesthetically pleasing or just nice in general.

Celebrities with a Taurus Rising: Mariah Carey, Gigi Hadid, Miley Cyrus, and Robert Pattinson.

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Gemini rising’s usually have very expressive faces that can make people tell a lot about what they’re feeling. Their cheeks often get red or have a redder tone to them too. Their eyes can be rather small and brighter, with a more mischievous look around their face. They can have more of a diamond shaped face with a pointed chin, and they’re always talking with their hands. They have pouty/fleshy cheeks, which honestly makes them look doll-like. They have long limbs & a short torso, their style can change a lot and just fluctuate often, or they just put random clothes together and call it a day. Their hands can be nice looking & they like to keep their nails clean since Gemini rules the hands. They have nice skin and youthful faces! They know how to gather information all at once, and are often very useful because of this. It’s like they’re meant to collect information and share it with the world. They are great at multi-tasking and just doing many things, and people really see this in their personality. They spend a lot of time in their head though, so sometimes they feel like other people already know what they want to say when in reality that’s not true, so communication is important. They’ll spend most of their life just looking for information and not really living which is why their time passes so “fast.” They don’t really get a chance to explore the true world around them, unless it’s through research, so sometimes they can be unappreciative or even ignorant. They have an ability where they can just naturally entertain and be funny with people, which is why other people kind of let their guards down near them. These people tend to get red easily, like if they’re doing any activities, their body just warms up and their cheeks get red. A lot of the things they say have at least some wit to them. They are good at gossiping & will quite literally gossip all day if they could. They’re the type of who kind of “copy” or just adapt to others, whether it’s typing style, certain words, etc.

Celebrities with a Gemini Rising: Lady Gaga, Amy Winehouse, Kristen Stewart, and Lindsay Lohan.

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Cancer risings have a very soft and innocent look to them, which makes them look like they aren’t capable of doing any harm. Their energy, aura, and appearance is always changing based on their emotional state (which is often changing too.) They have a very angelic look to them. These people usually have rounded faces, puckered lips, softer features, fleshy cheeks, and thin hair with paler faces. Their aesthetic can be more on the softer side, and they may just like comfortable clothes in general. Cancer rules the chest area, so a lot of Cancer Risings can have a prominent chest/breasts or just bigger ones. They have glistening eyes, and a more feminine look to them. They also have baby faces but in an actually attractive way. They can really just witness people in their true, actual personality’s and this is like a superpower. They have been through a lot in life, and may not have had a stable emotional or home life. They’re seen as very sensitive, so people will go to them with very emotional, vulnerable, touchy information (not necessarily for advice either.) It’s more like people go to them to get consolation. They can pick up on what others are feeling (and their opinions) and they have strong intuition that really shows up in their life, so some might say they have an advantage. They may also just use this information that they pick up to get the upper hand in situations. Since the moon is their chart ruler, they can have deeper emotions, are quick to sympathize, and are just very heartwarming. But, they can also be lazy, passive, and inconsistent. It can be difficult to get to know them since they’re not gonna let anyone in, first they would have to adapt to the person, and then decide.

Celebrities with a Cancer Rising: Angelina Jolie, Ariana Grande, Cameron Diaz, and Julia Roberts.

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Leo risings are very glamorous & gorgeous. They don’t exactly ask for attention, but they do just get it anyways since they’re ruled by the Sun which is at the center of the solar system. They can put their spotlight onto others if they really wish to, and can often just like help people and lift people up when they’re feeling down. They also just like give off this confident and assured energy that other people see, but often, this is not the case and instead, they can be really insecure. People with Leo risings will often act more like their Sun sign since Leo rules the sign. They often have amazing, curlier hair, high cheekbones, strong, defined jawlines, cat-like features, average height, a good hairline, bigger upper body (which often makes their lower body look smaller), and golden/bright undertones. They’re really generous and many people will see this and try to take advantage of it, so they need to be careful with who they’re trusting and wary with who they’re being generous to. When they’re fixed on an idea, there’s no changing their minds. But they can be bossy within their circle of friends, or just bossy in general, but along with that they can be playful, sassy, and fun. They can have more of a luxurious type of style, and their style can also be attractive or prominent to others. People can’t seem to stay away from them regardless of if the native has done something bad. This is what makes them so magnetic. They just make people want to talk to them. They’re pretty goofy once you get to know them, and this makes people like them too. They can be more dramatic as well, and are actually more goal-oriented because they want to do good in many things. They are usually very good in positions where all the spotlight is on them. They may get stressed out easily and because of this, they can overdo it with themselves sometimes since they just want to be seen and noticed. Overall, they just have a very magnetizing energy.

Celebrities with a Leo Rising: Marilyn Monroe, Selena Gomez, Reese Witherspoon, and Ashley Olsen.

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Virgo Risings just have a very kind of “dull” appearance. It’s not that they’re boring, it’s just that you can’t really read them. They have sharp eyes, younger faces, small features, an oval shaped face. Most of the Virgo Risings I’ve seen get clear skin easily. They’re prone to not really making many expressions with their face, and give off a very unamused type of look. They like prim & proper styles that make them look fresh and clean. When you meet Virgo Risings, you can tell that they’re organized and are overall well put together. They tend to have cherubic faces, almost baby like but not quite which makes them look gullible, but they’re actually really not. Sometimes, they can come off as cold-hearted but that’s not actually the case. They either talk a lot, or they don’t talk unless they have to depending on their Mercury sign. They like to help other people, but sometimes it comes off more as like if they were trying to fix peoples mistakes in a rude type of way. Even if they don’t think this themselves, this is how other people see it. They’re prone to overthinking because of this. The better the sign their Mercury is in, they better they come off. (Like a Virgo Mercury with this placement would come off more loving since Mercury is Virgo’s ruling planet.) They can be more on the shyer and aloof side, but they do still have their own charm. Even if they’re going through a lot, these people don’t tend to show it. They are very judgmental, mostly because they know they can get things done in a better way, and they’re not scared to judge someone out loud. But, since they’re always paying attention to the little things, they tend to not see the whole picture. However, their attention to detail can get them far in life since this attribute can be useful. They know that to accomplish things, hard work needs to be done and even though they don’t necessarily like this, they’ll do it.

Celebrities with a Virgo Rising: Keanu Reeves, Emma Watson, Timothée Chalamet, and Uma Thurman.

Libra Rising ↑

Libra risings kinda just have this way of taking too much problems on.. it’s like they think they can handle it, but then they’re like “oh shit,” if that makes sense. They can often be misunderstood, and I see a pattern where they’re constantly stepped or walked on, and the truth is, they can’t handle it. But to be honest, they can still balance it out. They put plenty of thought into every decision they make. They want everything in their life to make sense and line up with their perspective. They honestly just want to belong with other people, and because of this, they may act differently than their actual true self. Libra risings can have very symmetrical and proportional faces, cute smiles, dimples, prominent/strong noses, bigger lips, charming demeanors, approachable look, they usually have a nice sense of style and everything is well put together. They are also just very alluring overall, but it’s more subtle. However, they can be manipulative without really knowing it & can possibly be people pleasers. If you’re smart enough to see it, you will, but Libra risings can often get what they want through verbal communication. People can easily make them “depressed” or just sad by discouraging them even the slightest bit, but it really doesn’t take much for these people to be happy either. They are people pleasers but in a more subtle way which makes people like them, and they’re mainly like this because they don’t want to start an argument. I also hate to say this, but if they have a lot of Libra/7H placements then they will not be able to verbally fight all that well unless there’s some Virgo/Gemini placements and even then, you never know. But they do just have a very romantic nature to them with charm and they’re honestly good at art, like I’ve never seen a Libra rising being bad at anything art related. Just overall lovely people & sweethearts.

Celebrities with a Libra Rising: Gwen Stefani, Britney Spears, Harry Styles, and Beyoncé.

Scorpio Rising ↑

Okay I know this is said A LOT but.. Scorpio risings are literally so mysterious & just alluring… I’m not even kidding. I HAVE to mention it. They’re enigmas whether they admit it or not. They also just have a very intense aura to themselves, they can be obsessive, passionate, and when they walk into any room, it’s just like all eyes on them, and they can even feel this. They’re like multitaskers, they’re intense but then there is something interesting about them, like something nobody knows but people can kinda sense it. When people like Scorpio risings, they’ll make it obvious because they’ll want to be around them a lot & so since Scorpio risings are also observers, they’ll kinda like figure it out. They’re also the type of people who hold grudges, and they would want to get revenge too. They’ll do it in the worst way possible as well. They can also be hard to read at times…. But let me just tell you, these people are prone to having other people obsessed with them, and then they themselves being obsessed with other people. They can also honestly make people feel exposed. At times, they’ll know how to spot even the littlest lies & it surprises people. They have very piercing and captivating eyes, prominent noses, strong shoulders, they can usually pull off many styles too, great cheekbones, subtle hooked noses, unamused lips, cool skin tone, suspicious gazes, high cheekbones, darker styles, sharper features, poker faces, more arched eyebrows, powerful walks, and a lot of *mysterious* sex appeal. These people usual look better in red or just dark colors in general. They can have resting bitch faces, or just look more intimidating. They can give a more mean first impression, but they’re actually just protective of themselves.

Celebrities with a Scorpio Rising: Prince, Katy Perry, Lana Del Rey, and Taylor Swift.

Sagittarius Rising ↑

I genuinely love Sagittarius rising’s so much. People often think they’re very lucky, wise and knowledgeable & it’s true. Many celebrities with a Sagittarius rising are very iconic as well. Sometimes their humor can literally be seen in what they wear, and it just makes a statement to be honest. They do seem more naive, free-spirited, and impatient so sometimes people may actually underestimate them, but they’re actually ruled by Jupiter so they have a lot of higher knowledge & in some cases can be very intuitive. They’re also pretty well known for being blunt, and this is sometimes just on impulse. They don’t like people telling them they can’t do something or just generally restricting them from exploring different things. They don’t like to be told what to do either. They kinda like to be the one in charge. They have very vibrant and strong auras in a good way. They don’t want to restrict other people either just because they know how it feels. They like to have more adventurous and out of the ordinary lifestyles because if they feel stagnant, they’ll get very bored and might even fall into depression. They can also start fashion trends just because they tend to be more creative about their fashion sense. They can usually have almond eyes, a nice warming smile, well-defined chins, expressive faces. I’m not even kidding their chins and jaws are so beautiful. Even if they have smaller lips, their smiles are just so big. They’ll honestly try to make the best of any situation, even if it’s bad. This is not a secret, but they can also have big, defined glutes since Sagittarius rules the leg and glute muscle. Even if they don’t have a big buttock, their bum still looks nice. Oval faces can be common, medium foreheads, big to medium eyes, free and wild hair, and longer torsos. Their styles can honestly vary from street wear to y2k to dollete. They genuinely just have a very flirtatious type of personality when they want to have fun. They are also very fun to be around, and keep you very entertained. When Sagittarius risings have a new interest or a passion, they will speak A LOT about it. Even if there is no one there, they’ll talk to themselves. It makes them feel relieved and recognized.

Celebrities with a Sagittarius Rising: Kim Kardashian, Paris Hilton, Princess Diana, and Joe Biden.

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Capricorn risings always give off a very strong, disciplined, serious type of energy when people first meet them. They are so very hard working like I can’t even begin to tell you about it but they genuinely do work so hard and they end up accomplishing many things because of it. But people mostly view like the serious and cold side because even though they’re emotionally intelligent, sensitive, etc, this is like a more hidden side of them. They’re also grounded since they are an earth rising, but they’re more focused on building sustainable and stable things. They have more mature energy because the usually came into life being more mature, responsible, and persistent even though they may not have necessarily realized it at the moment. At times, they can seem more shy & quiet or reserved because they don’t completely trust people. They have really strong feelings, so when they do open up, they’ll show this & people can see this. They are often really good at finding certain peoples weaknesses because they learn things about people along the way of their life & this information helps them. Even though they may have more traditional views, their passions can be genuinely anything as long as it’s something they like. They can be very intimidating when you first meet them, and their resting face is just very blank and it can look “mean.” They have amazing bone structure, sharp jawlines, they might like darker colors better like black, they like to look presentable & respectful, they like to make sure their aesthetic is always in tact and just perfect, sharp features overall, smaller-average height, or petite features/details, noticeable teeth/smiles, steady & serious expressions, young faces, prominent eyebrows & cheekbones, round eyes, some/ a lot of beauty marks, and noticeable collar bones. Their demeanor and look gives off like “don’t talk to me” energy which is why people don’t approach them often.

Celebrities with a Capricorn Rising: Megan Fox, Kylie Jenner, Ariana Grande, and Joan Jett.

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There’s just something about Aquarius Risings that really separate them from the crowd. Their personality’s are honestly one of a kind, and this often intrigues people. It kinda makes people want try and steal their flair or like their uniquenesses just because it’s so original and so in demand. They’re the type of people to say random things out of nowhere or just like certain things in the wrong situation. They’re honestly just so cool and they’re up to date with fashion trends, this is something that people notice about them quickly. They can be mysterious but also very intelligent & interesting. Many Aquarius risings I know are more into weirder stuff or just stuff people wouldn’t consider ordinary, or maybe things that are just advanced. They can be a bit intimidating when you take a look at them, but this really depends on how you view them. In reality, they’re very friendly & knowledgeable. They themselves are just very unique and eccentric, they also really like helping people especially their friends which is what makes them good friends. They keep an open mind to many things in their life so they’re not really hard to shock. They don’t like having authority figures, and because of this they can rebel. Their energy can genuinely just seem out of this world. They can be above average height, strong jawlines, observant & open eyes, they can pull off all and even the oddest of styles, something about them just stands out so when they were younger, they may have been picked on or bullied because of this. They can have bigger facial features, alien shaped heads, bold & original styles, wide + sparkling eyes, almond shaped eyes, broader hips + shoulders, and squarer facial features.

Celebrities with an Aquarius Rising: Zendaya, Nicki Minaj, Christina Aguilera, and Audrey Hepburn.

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Pisces risings are honestly so sweet and just ethereal. Their attitude towards life is like they think it’s not really real, or they think most of it is like fake. They treat it as if it was a dream in some ways. They know how to convey and manipulate what they want other people to see. They literally look just like a dream. At times, they can be very fake, (not in the bad friend type of way but just in their attitude) like they try to smile and laugh and show people that they’re happy when they’re really not. They can dress very formally and proper one day, and then they’ll dress down the next. Like I said, they’ll show you what they want to show you. But for the most part, they do like to show people the “better” side of them. They can be extremely spiritual even if it’s not the most obvious thing about them, they still have that energy. Like they just know things, and give off major psychic vibes. These people are very emotional at times, and people do notice this rather quickly. But they are very understanding, and just like emotionally intelligent towards the people around them so their emotional nature isn’t always bad for them. They’re very creative and artistic, so they may even want to show this side of them through their clothes, appearance, etc. They also have like such a big imagination and like a tendency to get stuck inside of their head, so they tend to kinda materialize them. It’s like when people say they can’t do things, they will prove the can do it. They can have soft looking skin, watery sparkly eyes, bigger or “fish” like teeth, bigger smiles, wider facial features, a more fragile and emotional energy and demeanor, sometimes they can just look sad and down, and their eyes are just really deep. Like their eyes say a lot. They may have unique or a “weird” size feet, OR their feet are very nice. Their eyes tend to be wide and circular, but more bigger. Their faces are more thinner, so their cheeks just go out and just make their cheeks noticeable. They have more elongated features, and their eyes just tend to go more downward at the bottom.

Celebrities with a Pisces Rising: Billie Eillish, Whitney Houston, Jimmy Fallon, and Gwyneth Paltrow.

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- With love, Luna <3

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thrawns-backrest · 8 months

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hello everyone! since I haven't posted Chiss content in a while I decided to share with you the wips I'm currently working on for my Chiss fashion encyclopaedia (which will largely focus on color symbolism) :)

characters in that order: Ba'kif, Lamiov, Ronan, Thrass, Thurfian and Zistalmu

I quite like how these sketches turned out though they each took ages to get the features right. and since the clothing is still in progress I decided I could at least talk a bit about the faces and my thought process behind them

starting with Ba'kif I aimed for a square face shape and strong features, ie prominent brow ridges and cheekbones, strong jawline, a face that looks like it's chiseled from stone if you will. square shapes and strong lines traditionally create an impression of stability and firmness which I think are in line with Ba'kif's qualities as a leader

next is Lamiov who I tried to give the kindly old man look. the Stybla always felt like they pull a lot more strings behind the scenes and I wanted Lamiov to look as innocuous as possible to serve as a facade to a much more influential figure. rounded features, kindly eyes, an unassuming expression, all part of an elaborate mask

Ronan of course is the version from my Buried in Ice AU. despite his previous and current occupation, Ronan's face, I'd say, isn't one that inspires trust (despite the character's capacity for fanatic loyalty). thin almost aristocratic features, pinched and perpetually frowning, almost scheming in appearance it's a face that's more reminiscent of a fox than a sociable secretary

Thrass is still one I struggle with to be completely honest. but the overall idea for him is strong chiseled features, sharp and jutting, very traditionally masculine in appearance. a face that matches a charming but intelligent and capable individual and much like Ba'kif's instantly inspires trust

Thurfian probably seems the most intense and that's because in my mind that's exactly what he is. strict and severe would be the best description for him. thin brows, sharp angular features, elongated vertical lines. a traditionally aristocratic mien by Chiss standards that serves him well as a patriarch

and finally Zistalmu who I took the most liberties with because I love him to death. I focused on triangular shapes for him, with an emphasis on a sharp pointed skinny face, devoid of much other structure. he's a viper and an intrigant in my mind and I can't wait until his elaborate fashion sense makes me lose all faith in my abilities lol

hope you enjoyed! also I'm always open to questions as I can talk about these guys for days

#thrawn ascendancy #thrawn #thrawn books #ba'kif #lamiov #brierly ronan #thrass #mitth'ras'safis #thurfian #mitth'urf'ianico #zistalmu #irizi'stal'mustro #chiss #chiss art #my art

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prince-kallisto · 6 months

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“An amusement park full of free games, rides, and food? I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to take a day off from my strenuous duties to goof off- I mean to supervise you all!”

This is my silly design for Crowley’s “Playful Land” event costume haha \(//∇//)\ Since the full story isn’t out yet, I may have jumped the gun a bit…but since all the students look like puppets, I thought it would be fun for Crowley to have a ringmaster theme. However, the outer accessories were meant to disguise him as a clown with a lot of inspiration drawn from carnival/fair attractions like carousels, shooting games, etc. But underneath it all, he’s still wearing a ringmaster’s outfit, if that makes sense

I talk more about my concept sketches and thought process below!

These two photos above are meant to be the final concept art showcasing my mental image of how his outfit works haha.

This design came to me surprisingly quick since I had a strong mental image of what I wanted him to look like. However, I DO wish I kept exploring with his design. I usually spend a lot of time in the exploration phase, especially when it’s for a nicer drawing. This above concept art was pretty much the “final” design I made before I started drawing him. And as you can tell from the finished art, there were quite a few changes…the amount of changed details alone make it an entirely different outfit haha. It caused me a lot of pain while sketching AND inking…I think I got overexcited with this event and I jumped right into inking. In fact, I had a start from scratch after inking my first art- the proportions and design was all wrong haha. A lesson learned.

From the start, I knew I wanted a ringmaster-disguised-as-a-clown theme, but I think the detachable clown pants really put it all together haha. I like outfits that can “shed” themselves to reveal a hidden theme underneath.

In his initial final design, he had a red feathered coat, meant to resemble the feathers in the students hats. This was one of the many things that changed last minute because I didn’t like how the big cost looks in Crowley’s pose haha. But I like this change better actually- it stands out to his usual headmasters coat, and it resembles Malleus’s masquerade cape. His coat lapels are decorated to look like a piano- I think there was a piano scene in Pinocchio? I actually didn’t check at all…

The carousel hat was the first thing I came up with haha, I thought it was funny. I wonder if it’s functional…that would be a funny animation haha. His bird mask is too iconic to drastically change, so it’s just a different color and shape with some beading to look like clown makeup/tears. I love how the novel describes Crowley as flamboyant yet melancholic…

I’ve only gone to a fair once in my life many years ago, so I had to search up common carnival games. I’ve seen festival games in Japanese media, where a rifle with a wooden cork is used to shoot down plushies/other prizes- and I think it would be a really fun and eccentric cane design haha. Perhaps if someone is really misbehaving, he can aim a cork at them? 🤭

The shape of his tie and thigh harness was another sudden design choice made during official drawing, but I like it! It incorporated the ribbons everyone else has without having Crowley being the one “controlled.” The gold points on his shoes are actually removable- it’s part of his “clown” theme. The white spats were made to match him with Fellow Honest- like a hint that he’s not one of the performers since he matches with the owner of Playful Land. Ahhh I’m still learning how to use gouache, and the background was a mess…but it’s inspired off of this Pinocchio concept art! It’s so gorgeous! I’m sorry Ortho…

And finally, the masks on his waist. They’re wrapped around his waist with rope, and are made to resemble the faces of certain characters. Average Kallisto moment of being the most unsubtle person ever with my theories LMAO. Anyway, I thought it would be the perfect event to include various masks on his costume in a similar placement where the mirrors are in his regular outfit. Since he has a lot of carnival game themes in his outfit, perhaps he can pretend he’s a mask vendor haha.

@marrondrawsalot Haha I’m not sure if you remember, but a long while back I made a Glorious Masquerade Crowley design, and we decided that I could tag you if I made a future event design. It’s been a while! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

#twisted wonderland #twst #my art #twst playful land #dire Crowley #twst Crowley #twst dire Crowley #kallistopost #twst fanart #twst art #sndbxhsj sorry that the photo looks blurry #I had to use some editing to hide to streaky gouache in the background andddd and messed up the resolution #I mean I prefer that over the terrible background but #NSBXHSJS one of the moments I’d prefer to do digital art #because I think half of my issues would’ve been solved LOL #or maybe I should just Get Good at painting…#yeah 👉👈

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dirty, dirty boy | kth + knj

For Taehyung, the only revenge sweeter than fucking Namjoon's girlfriend behind his back is fucking Namjoon from the back.

↳ pairing: fuckboy!taehyung x namjoon (from only here to sin)

↳ rating/genre: BTS | 18+ | enemies to… enemies with benefits ?? | smut

↳ wc/date: 4.3k | July 2023

↳ warnings: typical ohts!tae level of emotional manipulation, loss of virginity/virginity kink, hate sex, blowjob, anal fingering, protected anal sex, slut-shaming, humiliation, degradation, they're mean to each other in general lol, tae and jk are fwbs (is it really a jai fic if there isn't a taekook moment?), marijuana, sex under the influence (is it really a jai fic without some weed?) so ig it's kinda dubcon if this was real life but in the context of the fic they're both fully aware of their actions

↳ notes: if you know ohts!taehyung then you know that he loves to use his dick for revenge 🤷🏽‍♀️ also, i went back and forth on whether i should write this using third person or second person to refer to the main character in only here to sin. i decided that since some people might read this as a standalone, i would use third person. it also kind of felt weird to say "you" when there isn't actually a "you" character in the story lol. i hope that makes sense/y'all don't mind

↳ masterlist / taglist

↳ what was jai listening to? a fuckboy spotify playlist

“You’re not even just a little bit curious, Joonie?”

Taehyung’s tongue glides along the edge of the rolling paper pinched between his index fingers and thumbs. Little clusters of purple grapes drawn in a cartoonish style are printed onto the thin paper. When he brings his lighter to the twisted tip, the smoke he inhales is sweet.

“No desire to know why your girl thought getting fucked by me was worth breaking her promise to you?”

Taehyung leans his head against the back of the couch and watches Namjoon out of the corner of his eye. The other man sits in a chair diagonal from Taehyung’s spot on the couch. He looks odd in Taehyung’s apartment, wearing tortoise-shell geometric glasses and a cream-colored cardigan. Meanwhile, Taehyung lounges in light grey joggers and a tight white t-shirt with the sleeves cuffed around his bulging biceps.

They’re a funny sight, him and Namjoon. Taehyung is sure of it and can’t help but smirk to himself at the thought of Namjoon’s ex-girlfriend knowing he’s here. He’s sure Namjoon hasn’t mentioned it to her. As far as Taehyung knows, she hasn’t had any communication with Namjoon since she went off to California.

Taehyung knows they’re both thinking about how the last time Namjoon was here, they were beating the shit out of each other.

Taehyung also thinks about how he fucked Namjoon’s girl on the couch right where he’s sitting, but Namjoon doesn’t know that. The asshole might have his suspicions, but he can’t ever know for sure.

That is unless Taehyung tells him. And Taehyung loves it when Namjoon gets all purple in the face, and the veins pop out in his neck. But he also loves knowing what Namjoon doesn’t.

“Shut the fuck up,” Namjoon hisses. His face isn’t quite purple yet, but his neck veins are starting to show.

Taehyung’s mouth shapes into a lazy rectangular smile.

“Make me.”

“You’re so fucking childish.”

Taehyung snorts. When he exhales, smoke rushes from his nostrils. He leans one elbow on his knee and extends his other arm out to offer Namjoon the grape-flavored joint.

“I don’t smoke,” Namjoon declines with a wrinkle of his nose.

It’s ridiculous because Namjoon doesn’t like Taehyung, yet here he is in his apartment, and for what? Their meeting is under the pretense that Taehyung wanted to make amends now that the object of both of their affection is no longer in the picture. The important thing to remember about Kim Taehyung, though, is that he is always honest - you just have to decipher the meaning behind the truths he speaks.

“There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” Taehyung licks his lips and doesn’t miss how Namjoon follows the action with suspicion in his eyes. “C’mon, these were her favorite. S’good; it’ll make you taste like grape soda.”

Namjoon doesn’t comment on Taehyung’s implication that anyone would be tasting his mouth for proof, and Taehyung doesn’t expect him to. He waggles the joint, careful not to let any ash hit the floor.

The funny thing about Namjoon is that he thrives off of controlling the weak people he’s closest to, but he is hopeless when presented with someone just as manipulative as he is. Taehyung figures it’s his nonchalant demeanor that gets Namjoon’s panties in a twist. While Namjoon is high-strung and anxious in his desire to maintain control, Taehyung is more willing to play with his food. He likes feeling around, getting a sense of the situation. He’s willing to be patient, to wait for the opportune moment to get someone right where he wants them.

And Namjoon is nearly there.

With a grunt and an eye roll, Namjoon plucks the joint from between Taehyung’s long fingers and sticks it between his lips.

“Keep your lips tight, but not too tight,” Taehyung guides Namjoon in a soft murmur. “Inhale some air right after you take the hit, but don’t let any of the smoke out. That’s it.”

Namjoon coughs a few times, but that’s expected of a first-timer. Taehyung schools his face, careful not to have any expression that could be read as condescending. If he wants Namjoon to chill out, he needs to avoid bruising his ego. There will be plenty of opportunities for that later.

“See? Feels good,” Taehyung reassures when Namjoon passes the joint back. He has to lean across the coffee table to reach it. “Come sit over here; it’s fucking annoying having to lean like that.”

When Namjoon hesitates, Taehyung draws his lip between his teeth to hold back a grin.

“What? I don’t bite.”

“Shut up,” Namjoon immediately counters, but he gets up and sits beside Taehyung on the couch.

“Relax.” Taehyung blows a smoke ring toward the ceiling. “Ride the high.”

It’s surprisingly easy to get Namjoon to relax once he has a few more hits. Taehyung has been told he has a calming voice, so perhaps Taehyung’s random ramblings aid in getting Namjoon to feel more comfortable. He’s certainly hesitant at first, but they have enough history to fuel their conversation. It isn’t painless, but it isn’t awful. Taehyung steers clear of girlfriend-talk, instead reminiscing about stupid teachers they’d had in school and getting into an only semi-serious argument over their favorite basketball teams.

Yes, Taehyung brought Namjoon over to earn his trust because he’s playing the long game, biding his time until he can truly fuck Namjoon over, but he doesn’t expect that trust to develop so quickly. Too quickly.

“I wish I could talk to her,” Namjoon says with a sigh. He rests his head against the back of the couch and stares at the clouds of smoke they’re blowing into the air.

“Probably not a good idea, my guy,” Taehyung counters.

Namjoon turns his head to the side. He and Taehyung are only a few inches apart, close enough that their shoulders almost touch. There’s a strange look on his face that Taehyung can’t decipher because he doesn’t know Namjoon that well.

“You haven’t reached out to her?” Shock colors Namjoon’s voice and muddles his odd expression.

“Nope.” Taehyung draws out the word and lets it pop at the end.

“Why not?”

He shrugs.

Namjoon lets out a disgruntled sound like he’s frustrated that Taehyung hasn’t wanted any communication with his ex, but he has.

“What would be the point? It’s not like we had anything serious going on. Sorry, but it was a good fuck, and that’s it. And I can get a good fuck from plenty of people.”

It isn’t entirely true, but Taehyung strangles the voice inside his head that tries to point that out to him.

Sex talk must make Namjoon just as uncomfortable as it had his girlfriend because the guy practically squirms in his seat. It makes Taehyung want to roll his eyes, but he’s trying to be nice right now.

“I wouldn’t know,” Namjoon sniffs, and if he could lift his nose fully into the air, Taehyung is sure his snooty ass would.

“I know. It’s cute,” Taehyung says with a crooked grin. He brings the joint to his lips and watches Namjoon through the hazy smoke. “That you’re a virgin.”

It’s Namjoon’s turn to roll his eyes. “Shut the fuck up. Virginities mean nothing.”

“Don’t they?”

“It’s a social construct.”

Taehyung waves a hand once Namjoon takes the joint from him. “That’s all that fancy college talk,” he dismisses. “You’re telling me you don’t care about fucking for the first time? Don’t care who it’s with, when, none of that?”

Namjoon is overcome with a fit of coughs, so he shakes his head instead of verbally answering.

“Then why did you care so much about you and your girl saving yourselves for marriage?”

Namjoon sighs like Taehyung is the stupidest person in the world. It isn’t the first time. “That wasn’t about virginities. That was about not being a fucking slut like some people.”

“Like me,” Taehyung muses. Namjoon doesn’t find it to be as funny.

“Yes, like you.”

Taehyung hums in understanding, but he doesn’t speak right away. Namjoon is confusing. Abstinence before marriage implies sexual purity, yet he finds virginities to be arbitrary. Wouldn’t that make a person’s body count arbitrary, too? College kids and their stupid, contradictory ideas. Taehyung always knew college wasn’t for him, and this type of pretentious bullshit is exactly why.

“What counts as sex for you?” Taehyung leans forward to tap the joint against the edge of an ashtray.

“What do you mean?”

“Y’know, if you’re saving yourself ‘cause you wanna be a prude, how far are you willing to take it? Is a handjob considered sex? Some sloppy toppy? Where’s the line drawn?”

Namjoon grimaces at Taehyung’s crass language. “I don’t know.”

Taehyung hums again and rests the now spent joint at the bottom of the ashtray. He and Namjoon aren’t that high; another joint would be needed to really get them to the level he likes to be at. They’re buzzed, relaxed enough that they aren’t at each other’s necks, but Namjoon’s eyes aren’t even red yet.

Taehyung twists his body to face Namjoon and props his elbow on the back of the couch so he can hold his head in his hand. “So if I sucked you off right now, it wouldn’t count?”

Namjoon nearly chokes, but Taehyung keeps a straight face.

“Excuse me?”

“If I sucked you off, it wouldn’t count as sex?”

The neck veins appear now, but Taehyung thinks they aren’t out of anger. He can’t help but smirk when Namjoon’s eyes fall to his lips.

“It doesn’t matter because you wouldn’t do that.”

“Why not?” Taehyung lets himself laugh this time because it’s utterly ridiculous how Namjoon goes from calling him a slut to calling him a liar in the same breath. “Like I said before, aren’t you curious why your girlfriend cheated on you with me?”

It’s the Forbidden Topic, but Taehyung thinks right now is an appropriate time to bring it up. He wants to rile Namjoon up, but now his strategy has evolved slightly.

Before Namjoon can answer, Taehyung leans forward to rest his hand on Namjoon’s knee. He squeezes it lightly, then drags his palm up the length of Namjoon’s thigh, making sure to curve his fingertips into the inside of his thigh when he squeezes the muscle.

“Quit it,” Namjoon whispers, but Taehyung notices that he spreads his legs. The movement is almost imperceptible, but it happens.

“She always said she liked my mouth,” Taehyung ignores Namjoon, kneading his thigh as he speaks. “I could show you what’s so special about it.”

He can see it, the fight in Namjoon’s eyes. It’s in the way he looks at Taehyung’s mouth, then to his hand squeezing his thigh, and then back to his eyes. Eyes that Taehyung knows are dark and full of lust, but mostly mischief because this is a game. Fucking Namjoon’s girlfriend had been a game, too. It just hadn’t ended the way Taehyung wanted or expected it to.

“C’mon, Joonie,” Taehyung whispers. He slowly moves off the couch and sinks to his knees on the floor between Namjoon’s legs. “You’ve always wanted to shut me up, right?”

Having Taehyung between his legs must light a fire inside of Namjoon because he blinks a few times as though he’s just woken up. It’s cute how his cheeks flush a deep pink, the color intensifying as Taehyung’s long fingers begin unbuckling his belt. Taehyung wants to ruin him.

“I need you to say it,” Taehyung murmurs. Even though Namjoon willingly lifts his hips, letting Taehyung pull his jeans and underwear down to free his cock, Taehyung needs verbal confirmation. He watches Namjoon with curiosity as he brings his cock to his mouth and flicks the head with the tip of his tongue. Taehyung hasn’t sucked a dick in ages; he’s normally the one choking someone with his cock. Luckily, being out of practice won’t matter in this situation. Namjoon is already folding, and Taehyung has barely done anything.

Namjoon’s bright eyes narrow into a hateful glare. “Fuck you.”

“Oh, now we’re gonna do that?” Taehyung teases. “Let’s worry about me sucking you off, and then we can talk about fucking, okay, Joonie?”

He molds his lips around the tip, and Namjoon lets out a deep groan. He throws his head against the back of the couch and digs his fingers into his own thighs to keep himself rigid.

“Fuck, fine, do it.”

Taehyung hates when people tell him what to do, but he’ll give Namjoon a pass this time. Slipping the man’s cock down his throat is more interesting than getting into an argument. Funny how life works. He’s way too giddy with the excitement of finally getting at Kim Namjoon, the man he’s hated more than anyone else for nearly a decade.

Taking it all at once is a mistake, though. Namjoon is more tightly wound than Taehyung had anticipated. The moment his cock hits the back of Taehyung’s throat, Namjoon practically starts crying. Taehyung eases up on his approach, going slower and not applying too much pressure. He doesn’t want to be an asshole about it, he really doesn’t, but the hum he makes around Namjoon’s cock is the closest thing to laughter that he can do with a dick in his mouth. He manages maybe two bobs of his head before he has to pull off.

“Damn, Namjoon,” he huffs, voice low and thick. He rests his chin on Namjoon’s thigh and slowly drags his hand up his cock, avoiding the tip. “You’re such a virgin. It’s kinda embarrassing; I’m sorry.”

Namjoon covers his face with his hands, and Taehyung can see where his blunt nails dug half moons in his thighs. “Fuck you, Taehyung.”

“Mhm, you said that already.” Taehyung runs his tongue up his cock just to be mean, though he’s a bit afraid Namjoon might kick him from the way his body twitches. “You’re not fucking anyone with this pathetic thing.” He squeezes the base of Namjoon’s cock, also to be mean. “I’m not opposed to fucking you, though I thought you didn’t wanna be a slut.”

Taehyung expects Namjoon to cuss him out even more, but he just stares at Taehyung’s tongue as it licks around the head of his cock. Heat builds in the pit of Taehyung’s stomach, but he does his best to ignore it. He needs to stay focused on Namjoon. Namjoon, who has yet to refuse Taehyung’s offer.

With a quirk of his eyebrow, Taehyung sits back on his heels. “Unless you want it?” Silences. “Oh, you want it.” Taehyung bites his lip to suppress a grin, but the cockiness bleeds through his tone anyway. Namjoon already looks fucked out, and for once, the little bitch has nothing to say. It’s great; Namjoon deserves a taste of his own fucked up medicine for being such a controlling asshole in his last relationship.

“Alright, here’s what we’re gonna do since you’re too nervous,” Taehyung holds up his hand when Namjoon starts to protest. “I’m going to my room to get a condom and some lube. If you’re still here when I get back, I’m gonna split you open, aight, Joonie?” Taehyung pats Namjoon’s knee and stands up.

Taehyung is enjoying the fact that he rendered the man speechless a little too much. Part of him wouldn’t be surprised if Namjoon has his dick shoved in his pants and the door swinging behind him by the time Taehyung returns to the living room. It wouldn’t matter either way, he figures as he retrieves the items he needs from his bedroom nightstand. The damage is done regardless; it doesn’t matter how far they take it now. Besides, Taehyung wasn’t going to swallow, and he sure as fuck wasn’t going to let Namjoon nut on his face. He’s got more self-respect than that, wouldn’t let Namjoon have the pleasure.

To his pleasant surprise, Namjoon is right where Taehyung wants him - sitting pretty with his pants and underwear in a pile on the floor. He’s kept his t-shirt on, but the cardigan is gone and that’s just fine with Taehyung. The important parts are exposed and that’s all he can really ask for.

“Don’t fucking say anything,” Namjoon hisses but it’s whinier than it is biting.

Taehyung holds up his hands, one of them clutching the lube and a condom. “My lips are sealed, Joonie baby. Now turn around and get on your hands and knees.”

Fuck, Taehyung never could have imagined how good saying that would feel. He doesn’t even bother hiding his triumphant grin as he strips down to only his t-shirt, mirroring Namjoon.

Namjoon looks hot spread out for Taehyung on the couch. Despite his sharp tongue, the man is completely pliant for Taehyung as he massages his lubed-up fingers inside of him, one by one. It doesn’t take long for Taehyung to find Namjoon’s prostate. He pays special attention to the spot for a bit - just long enough for the burning tension to build inside of Namjoon and slowly drive him mad. But eventually, Taehyung steers clear of it despite a whine from the man spread open.

“No way I’m letting you come now,” Taehyung grunts, using his knees to push Namjoon’s legs wider apart.

It’s been a while since Taehyung has had to prep someone. Usually, when he and Jungkook fucked, Jungkook did all the work himself. Said he liked to put on a little show for Taehyung, and Taehyung isn’t ever going to deny his best friend anything.

So maybe he rushes a bit through it, making fingering less like foreplay and more like true preparation - merely a task that must be completed before they can move forward with the night. There’s no need to be sexy or passionate; Taehyung is doing this to make a point. He fucking owns Kim Namjoon’s ass.

“You ready?” Taehyung huffs, trying his best to sound as unaffected as possible while he rolls the condom on. It’s difficult to keep steady when he slowly slides his cock in between Namjoon’s ass, letting it drag up the curve. He rolls his hips forward to chase the pleasure, even if it’s minimal compared to what he’ll soon have.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know?” Namjoon bites back.

Rather than respond to his smart-ass comment, Taehyung lines his cock up and pushes through the stubborn muscles - slow enough to not hurt Namjoon too badly but fast enough to knock the air out of him.

“Oh god,” Namjoon gasps in a voice much higher-pitched than Taehyung would have expected. Taehyung lands a stinging slap on his ass.

“Don’t fucking clench,” Taehyung commands with a hiss, using both hands to spread Namjoon’s cheeks to better watch the way his cock, shiny with lube, slides further inside him.

It takes a few shallow thrusts before Namjoon lets out a broken-sounding sob and completely melts into the cushion. His body rocks forward as Taehyung deepens his strokes, pulling almost all the way out to slide back in again, angling his hips to hit Namjoon’s prostate with each stroke.

Grabbing a fistful of Namjoon’s sandy-blonde hair, Taehyung twists the man’s head to the side and pushes his upper body into the couch. When he squeezes his fist and gives a slight tug, a ragged groan rumbles from Namjoon’s chest. Taehyung already knows this isn’t going to last long. Namjoon is trembling like a leaf, and Taehyung is still going slow by his standards. It’s fine; Taehyung isn’t looking for something drawn out and sensual. He wants to fuck Namjoon hard and fast just because he wants to be able to say that he did.

“Someone likes to be manhandled, hmm?” Taehyung snickers. Without slowing the pace of his thrusts, he leans forward to press his chest against Namjoon’s back. “Can you do something for me, Joonie?”

Namjoon bites into his lip so hard the skin turns nearly white. Another tug on his hair almost forces out a moan, but he keeps his teeth clamped down to muffle the sound.

“Oh, c’mon, Joonie,” Taehyung whispers against his ear.

Taehyung’s lips brush against the curve of it before he slips his tongue out to tease the tip down to Namjoon’s earlobe. After a few flicks, he sucks it into his mouth, nibbling on it until Namjoon’s lip falls free, and a moan that sounds more like a sob escapes him. The wrecked sound makes Taehyung’s cock twitch inside him.

“Good boy.” His praise drips poison as he straightens up to kneel between Namjoon’s legs once again. He still bucks into Namjoon, but his thrusts have slowed to a relaxed, steady pace. “Now, are you going to do what I want? It’s a good thing. I promise.”

Namjoon nods as best as he can with Taehyung’s fingers still digging into his scalp.

“I want you to touch yourself.”

Namjoon lets out a whimper, but he obeys. One arm remains raised above his head, hand squeezing the arm of the couch to both ground himself and prevent his head from hitting it when Taehyung thrusts particularly hard. His other arm snakes between his body and the couch cushions.

Although Taehyung can no longer see Namjoon’s hand, he knows he’s done what he asked by the way his arm starts to shake with the effort of fisting his hand up and down his cock.

“See? That. Wasn’t. So. Bad.” Taehyung punctuates each word with a brutal thrust. He lifts Namjoon by the hair just enough to slightly elevate him from the cushions. The position allows Namjoon to rest on one elbow and jerk himself off more easily.

“Y’know, next time, I think we should invite your pretty princess over, don’t you think?” Taehyung usually isn’t the type to talk during sex, but a sick part of him enjoys how Namjoon tenses with… embarrassment? Humiliation? Something, every time Taehyung mentions his ex-girlfriend. “Could fuck her and make you watch.”

Namjoon lets out a whimper in response, and his eyes squeeze shut.

“No? Not into that?” Taehyung lets go of his hair to hook his middle and ring fingers into the corner of Namjoon’s mouth. “Of course, you’re a greedy little bitch. You can’t just sit back and watch. That’s fine. Maybe she’d like two cocks up her pussy.”

Taehyung brings a stinging slap to Namjoon’s ass. By this point, he’s drooling around his fingers.

“She’s pretty tight, though. Not sure she could handle it.”

“F-Fuck y-y-ou,” Namjooon stutters.

Taehyung is sure it’s meant to be biting, but he says it through the most debauched moan once Taehyung slips his fingers out of his mouth that all the statement does is turn Taehyung on more.

“You’re the only one getting fucked,” he points out with a grin Namjoon can only catch out of the corner of his eye.

“T-Then, d-do it, you piece of s-shit,” Namjoon says with a shallow breath.

He’s going to come soon. Taehyung can tell by the way he slumps face-first into the couch. It’s perfect timing because Taehyung’s steady pace is starting to slip. He leans forward and wraps his arm around Namjoon’s waist, batting his hand away from his cock to replace it with his own.

“Ohh f-fuck.” Namjoon’s moans are muffled by the cushion, but Taehyung’s pressed close enough against him that he can just make out the other man’s pathetic cries. “Taehyung.”

“C’mon, Joonie, that’s right.”

Namjoon’s cock is slick with precum. Taehyung pays special attention to the head, squeezing it and rolling his palm over the tip, doing his best to match his hand’s movements with the rhythm of him pounding into Namjoon. His whimpering makes every nerve ending in Taehyung’s body tingle with pleasure; he can practically see himself crackle and pop like a live wire as Namjoon falls apart under him.

“You gonna come for me, Joonie?” Taehyung digs his teeth into Namjoon’s shoulder just hard enough to make him squirm. “Come all over yourself ‘cause I fuck you so good?”

When Namjoon doesn’t respond, Taehyung slides his fist down to squeeze the base of his cock. The action makes Namjoon jolt with a cry of frustration.

“Fuck! Taehyung, fuck y-you-”

“I wanna hear you say it. Fucking say it, Joonie.” Taehyung pushes Namjoon deeper into the cushions. “Or do you want me to stop?”

“No!” It’s pathetic the way Namjoon whines. Taehyung has to bite his bottom lip and focus on the pain there to stop himself from coming.

“Then fucking say it.”

“Fuck, okay,” Namjoon is panting, and his voice wavers with each brutal thrust. “You fuck me, so, fuck, so good. Ohh, Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung, please.”

It only takes a few pumps before he feels Namjoon shiver and lock up beneath him, and warmth spills into the palm of Taehyung’s hand.

Knowing that he’s fucked Kim Namjoon, the man he hates most in the world, is a pleasure so deep that only sweet revenge could foster it. But knowing Kim Namjoon had moaned his name when he made him come? It’s enough to simultaneously send Taehyung over the edge and inflate his ego.

“Shit,” Taehyung curses as he comes. “Fuck.”

Slumping into Namjoon’s back, Taehyung’s weight pushes him all the way into the couch. They’re sweaty, and the cum on Taehyung’s hand is disgusting; it’s always his least favorite part about fucking guys. It’s messy and sticky, and he doesn’t know what to do aside from smearing his hand on Namjoon’s t-shirt in a poor attempt to clean himself up.

With a deep breath, Taehyung lifts himself up to a sitting position to allow Namjoon to roll onto his back. His glasses are askew, barely hanging onto his face, and his hair is a mess. He looks utterly wrecked, and Taehyung knows it’s not just his ego telling him that.

“Good?” He asks with a smirk. Namjoon’s answer won’t matter because they both know the truth.

do not copy, repost, modify, or translate any of my work

#taejoon #namjoon x taehyung #taehyung x namjoon #bts fanfic #namjoon fanfic #namjoon smut #bts smut #jai writes #gimmethatagustd #taehyung fanfic #taehyung smut #ohts #ddb

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aphidclan-clangen · 8 days

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hey!! same anon that sent the novellas thing, and i’m here with dark forest concepts for all of them!! (and i will do this for the babs once they grow up!)

Pearlstar :

mostly just shadows, BUT, his tail has a giant clam (not real) on the end!!! inside lies a delicate, shining pearl. he lures you in with it, you just wanna grab it. but by the time you get close you’re already under his spell. he and paradise are the king and queen of hell!!!

Firebeetle :

a being made of flames and screams. he is a light far away. he draws you in, comforts you even, makes you feel welcome, at home, and than he burns you.

Blisswhistle :

she is pure light, like an angel, the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. she plays an act. but his true form is an amalgamation of just... everything... you could never make out what she is, and rainbow would drive you insane just by presenting her true form.

Goldshine :

sort of a bat-like creature, he stays away in the shadows most times. he can’t really fly, but star glides with his huge wings, they are wyvern-like. he looks ragged, and scrappy, but in order to draw cats in, he uses his voice, instead of showing himself.

Stormwhisper :

he is literally a storm. his form is constantly shifting and whirling, you can see bits of teeth, bones, limbs, stars, and scraps of metal floating around. he quite literally sucks you into his trap, you can’t stop looking, and he makes sure of it.

Sparkspeckle :

again, a storm, but she is more of a lightning storm. she is made of swirling clouds, lighting, thundering sounds, and glowing lights. she would look like a blessing in the dark of night, but she truly is chaos in cat shape.

Icesheep :

made of ice and water, you can only see him when looking into a body of water. he appears as a sort of ice deer (ever seen xerneas?), and whispers things to you, pretending to be a Starclan cat, and it usually works due to his elegance and beauty.

Shadebreak :

similar to bliss, shadebreak would be a light, surrounded by shadows to make themself look more... holy????? they usually work with goldshine to trap victims together. they have this sort of halo, which really sells the deception point.

Lilacpaw/flame :

flowers on fire. she is flowers on fire. she is completely wilted, but the fire never goes out. her tail is a giant lilac bush/tree, and it attracts victims with is sweet scent, and vibrant colors. when they least expect it, but lilacs will set ablaze, trapping them.

Gravel :

a hollow entity made of quick sand. she let cats slip into her trap without even revealing themself. her true form is a huge desert personified (catified??) multiple cacti grow on her, and since most cat don’t know what it is, they’ll prick their paws on it, sealing their fate.

thats all :3

I love all of this! I love how you guys have caught on to my whole idea of dark forest cats being more,,,analog Eldritch horror-y, like monsters from a different realm entirely, twisted and terrible versions of who they were in life, and I love how that’s sparked so much creativity! I’m always happy to inspire other people, I think that’s really beautiful

(this is also really helpful because if I’m being honest I had ZERO clue on how I’d possibly give anyone else a dark forest form LOL)

Blisswhistle, Goldshine, and Icesheep are especially my favorites <3

#aphidasks #I have indeed heard of xerneas #beautiful and elegant icesheep is king #that’s canon now

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obsessivevoidkitten · 2 years

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Troubled Waters

Yandere Merman x Gender Neutral Reader Takes place on an unnamed alien planet (CW: Oviposition, kidnapping, general yandere themes) Word Count: About 600 (This is my contribution to Mermay! I wrote this at 8am with 0 hours of sleep, so please do not judge any mistakes too harshly.) - You came to the beach frequently to enjoy the sand between your toes and collect the vibrantly colored shells that were so abundant on your planet.

- You did not realize that you were being watched from afar. You had been watched for quite a long time actually. You had caught the eye of a merman. - After a while he finally decided to approach you, you were in his territory after all. His name was Vrell. He seemed pretty friendly, and he was beautiful. Tan skin, fairly muscular, blue hair, bright red eyes, and a vibrant purple and red halfmoon betta fish tail. - Of course he noticed your habit of collecting shells. He had to ask you about it. “Didn’t your mate provide you with pretty shells and trinkets? Were you collecting them for your mate?? Were you just decorating a nest to attract a mate?” For some reason he had lots of questions about you and potential mates. - Starts to invite you into the water with him, you feel bad because you can’t swim so you have to decline, he says he can carry you, but you would feel too awkward. And to be honest there is something just a smidge uncomfortable about his persistence with the topic. - One day he is a good bit closer to the shore than normal, as close as he can get, and he offers you the most beautiful purple shell you have ever seen. It shimmers and parts of it seem to glow. - Awe, isn’t he so sweet? You are so grateful, but when you get close enough to take it he snatches your arm and pulls you into the briny depths.

- He used magic to put you to sleep at his touch and let you breathe underwater, don’t worry there was no chance he would have let you drown! - When Vrell notices you have awoken he holds you. “Welcome home sweetheart.”

- You are in a decently sized sea cave on a bed of amazingly soft giant magic bubbles. He made them himself! “Don’t you love them?” And look he filled the cave with the softest sand and a horde of small shiny trinkets and shells of every shape and size. He even embedded glowing shells into the walls for you~ - Sure you can leave, he would never let you just atrophy in here, but only when he is right there holding your hand, using his magic to let you breathe underwater. Don’t worry, he will keep you safe and teach you how to swim. - “You’ll be so happy getting bred here right?” He spent months perfecting it for his human <3 He can’t wait to slip right into you and fill that cute tummy of yours full of eggs. - “You’ll look even more beautiful with a stretched out belly full of my babies.” - He is very aggressive and keeps his territory clear of any potential threats, especially once you are nice and properly bred by him. - If you try to tell him to release you he will just laugh, “You are far too precious and fragile to leave you alone, someone else would just take you, but I am what you need, only I can properly care for you.” - If you try to escape he will be a bit hurt, he will scold you like you are a small child, and he will try to placate you with a ton of physical attention and more little treasure for your collection. - No matter what you did he would always treat you extremely gently, as if you would break at the slightest harsh treatment.

#yandere teratophilia #male yandere x gn reader #yandere monster #monster boyfriend #my oc #mermay #merman

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pokeheadcannons97 · 11 months

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could i suggest arven, penny and nemona with a s/o who likes baking for them? ty ^.^

pairing: Penny x reader, Arven x Reader, Nemona X Reader

content - {The trio with a significant other that likes baking for them!}

[genre] - fluff, pure fluff

[warnings] none

words: 467 total, nice and short

Arven

He’s no stranger to the baking aspect of cooking, it being a nice change of pace for special celebrations or a late night sweet tooth. So he too enjoys baking for you.

Though since the two of you have been dating, he’s kinda shy-ed away from baking since he noticed you enjoyed doing so for others and more eagerly, for himself.

He gives you honest critiques on your sweet treats when you ask him, and even offers to bake with you when you can’t seem to get a certain recipe to come together quite right.

His favorite things that you bake are usually your sweets such as chocolate mousse cake, or the cheesecakes of any flavor.

Mabosstiff's favorite are your Pokemon friendly oatmeal cookies in the shape of himself. He usually bites the heads off first.

The two of you are absolute units when it comes to holidays like Christmas or Valentines Day. This past holiday the two of you baked up a storm the days leading up to it, and the faculty, Nemona, and Penny were all very much appreciative, and ate every last crumb!

Nemona

This girl, she never really stays still for long. But you have discovered the offer of baked items makes her stay put at least for a little while.

She's usually looking over your shoulder when you're using your decorating things like cupcakes and cookies and more often than not a single finger is slowly wiggling it's way to the edge of the bowl to swipe a dollop greedily.

She's honestly a bottomless pit too, all that exercise and battling that she does can work up quite the hunger. So you make sure to have her favorite items like cookies, and malasadas since they're easier for her to carry and take off with like a Greedent.

She doesn't really know a lot about baking, more so used to the cooking aspect, but she will try her best! You need an ingredient you forgot? She's on it. Getting tired from stirring? That butter is as good as fluffy.

Taste tester? She volunteers without hesitation. She will try anything that you make with a smile on her freckled face with glee.

Her Pawmot really love the Apricorn fritters that you make! And just like his trainer, he eats A LOT.

Penny

Penny may not say it out loud, but she ADORES sweets. Her favorites that you make are the simpler items like chocolate chip cookies or puddings of any flavor.

She works a stressful job at the Pokemon League, so when you come by with a container of freshly baked chocolate cookies?

She feels like she could marry you on the spot and weep tears of joy at the act of love from you.

Will offer suggestions on what to bake when you're at a loss at what to make. She has a bunch of food creators that she's followed on Pokegram just for that.

Her eeveelutions favorites are usually anything the same color as them oddly enough. Blue birthday cake icecream sandwiches for your Glaceon, Strawberry shortcakes for Flareon, Blueberry Pies for Vaporeon, Lemon Curd Cupcakes for Jolteon, Elderberry Cobbler for Umbreon, Ube Rolls for Espeon, Mint Chocolate Cakes for Leafeon, and Raspberry Tarts for Sylveon.

You had your work cut out for you, and usually saved each individual favorite treats for their birthdays. Your hand is usually very sore from all the baking.

#pokemon x reader #penny x reader #pokemon scvi #pokemon arven x reader #pokemon nemona x reader

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matchingstripsocks · 5 months

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My honest opinion, as the skiddad man of the fandom, on this guy's outfits

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◆ 1. — ‐ The classic suit and turtleneck [6/10]

It's okay but I don't like how the saturation is practically the same, the color combo sucks but he gets a decent grade for being his main fit

◆ 2. — ‐ Woodcarver [10/10]

Personal favorite of the bunch, I love how it shows him doing art and how this fit is always correlated to some form of lore

Peak colors too🎉

◆ 3. — ‐ Black Suit [9/10]

Black suits him quite well imo this goes extremely hard, I love how the gold stands out from the black itself

one point taken off because I wish it was consistent design wise </3

◆ 4. — ‐ Cardigan ??? [8/10]

I love this fit so much he looks like an 80 year old grandpa 🎉 handsome old man I hope he explodes

Real question is why he built like shadow w those colors

◆ 5. / 6. — ‐

LEFT ??suit? [6/10]

RIGHT sweater??? [6/10]

Theyre placed togheter because theyre not very memorable I seriously didn't know this existed but he looks quite stylish and cozy so that's okay

◆ 7. — ‐ Green shirt /omnious [10/10]

HE LOOKS SO FUCKING BASIC WITH THIS ITS SO FUNNY shaped like a godamn Costco dad I think this ones its own entity and it deserves a perfect score🎉 I wish it was drawn more tbh

◆ 8. — ‐ Grey/Black [9/10]

He gets 1 point off because I hate drawing his godamn sleeves im gonna cry

HES SOOOOO COOL THOUGH . one of my personal favorite fits tbh he looks quite serious in this I can see him striking fear with this

I wish the suit was a more blue ish grey tho

◆ 9. — ‐ HOW MANY SUITS DO YOU NEED. [7/10]

I'm giving it a 7 because I cant tell if this is the same as the other black suit I've seen but I love this shade of black so much

Why is it exclusive to cult mansion portraits </3

◆ 10. — ‐ Cultist robes [6/10]

2 complains ;

1. TOO much fanservice with. The cult robes and the cult itself.

2. I don't like the cultist colors because the yellow/cyan combo sucks they're the same saturation it's a bitch to color and not have my eyes hurt make it DARKER🖕

So obviously I'm leaving out 3 more fits because this guys closet is stuffed with fabric but I'm only doing the main ones👍👍👍you may ask questions if you have any on why some are ranked lower or higher for a better explanation

#sm #spooky month #spooky month fandom #spookymonth #spooky month dad #spooky month father #spooky month skids dad #i fucking hate this guy #no i dont #i will hang him on my tree as a Christmas ornament

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jxrdanwayne · 12 days

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The Teen Titans, just more grounded… sort of

I love the Teen Titans (2003)… however, when I watched it back in the day, I could never really relate to any of the characters… that’s probably because I last watched TT years ago, when I was a youngin’ and didn’t know shit… when I would watch it cause “cool powers” and fun fight scenes…

But I done grown from back then, still haven’t rewatched it in quite some time, but I started to think…

What if they remade Teen Titans more grounded and even more relatable… I mean they are teens, they should be going to school, right? Wouldn’t it be cool to see the Titans going through school like and tryna balance keeping Jump City in check?

So that’s exactly what I did. Well, sorta… I ain’t no professional writer but here’s what I put together…

Characters

Robin (Dick Grayson): Lets be honest, he wouldn't be student body prez. Why? He's too busy, also, it would be like him to turn down the responsibility. But he would be one of, if not the best, student in his class. I mean, under the guidance of Bruce Wayne himself, he wouldn't settle for less, now, would he?

Star Fire (Kori Anders): she, in my version, wouldn't pop up on the scene yet. She remains to be seen. Probably in part/season/volume 2

Beasty (Garfield Logan): The class clown who uses humor to mask his insecurities, especially when it comes to his shape-shifting powers. He would also be an animal rights activists at Gotham Academy (GA) too. He'd also be living with Victor too, but not exactly living lavish.

Raven (Rachel Roth): She would be taken in by Bruce Wayne after the fallout she'd had with Trigon and running away. She'd be attending GA with Dick. She'd also be closed off, not trusting anyone and only be talking to Dick, but not necessarily opening up to him.

Cyborg (Vic Stone): He wouldn't be going to school for two reasons. 1. He's already half machine so he knows all he needs to know, and 2, he would danger his students, because the publick already know about a hero named Cyborg. And he can't really have a secret identity cause of the machine parts that are obvious to everyone who sees him. He'd be living with Beasty.

The Narrative

So the narrative would be through Dick's eyes. As he begins high school, he stops being Batman's sidekick for a bit, and goes on to fight crime on his own as Nightwing. As a freshman, he meets Victor Stone (pre-Cyborg) as a junior and the captain of the Gotham Academy football team. After an accident at Star Labs, Vic stops coming to school. Dick gets nosey and investigates. He thinks Vic had something to do with the accident, his father working at Star Labs and his mother's death at the time of said accident ties Vic to it. After some time, Dick sees Vic as Cyborg and realizes why he stopped attending school. What happens is: on a mission, Nightwing is in trouble and Cyborg saves him. Dick asks and Vic tells him what happened at the accident. They become friends.

About 2 years later, Dick sees a new student, this green kid, and gets curious. He asks him on the color of his skin, but Gar just plays it off as a rare skin condition. Dick, being the child genius that he is, doesn't believe him. He looks it up and confirms his hunch. He is suspicious, and understandably so because in Gotham, stuff like this usually isn't a good sign. He investigates and spies on him, finds that Gar is a shapeshifter. He confronts him about it, but Gar isn’t about that life. He hates the fact that he was turned into who he is now, so he uses humor to cover it up, try to forget. Dick convinces Gar that it ain't so bad, and intro'd him to someone like him: Vic, who had already hacked the system, literally, and got himself a house and car at that point. Gar and Vic bond over the fact that they were turned into something they didn’t wanna be, and the fact that they can't live life normally no more. They become best friends, and Gar starts living with Vic.

One day, Dick comes from school one day and sees a stange girl sat at the dinner table. Bruce tells him only her name and that he should take care of her. Raven doesn't trust Dick, not one bit. She's not even sure she trusts Bruce. She keeps playing mysterious and aloof, rarely interacting with Bruce, Dick or Alfred. Rachel (Raven) then gets enrolled into Gotham Academy, and since she's so anti-social, she'll be forced to stay by Dick's side to get through school. Through a series of trials and obstacles, Rachel learns she can she must trust others to make it out alive. She begins by giving Dick trust little by little. She gets exposed to Dick's other friends, Gar and Vic. She realizes she's not the only misfit in this group. This is when she decides to tell her story of escaping Trigon, but only to Dick. As time goes on, she starts getting comfortable with the rest of the gang.

Now, you might be wondering, what event will lead the Teen Titans to become the Teen Titans? What's the conflict?

Peep this…

(This is pre-Raven, by the way) Dick just resigned as Robin and takes on the mantle of Nightwing. He's tryna gain indipendence and escape from Batman's shadow. Bruce sees no problem with this, in fact, he tries to help him. But Dick refuses, he wants to do things on his own, but keeps encountering roadblocks along the way. He manages to get Gar and Vic to join him, and he even finds an underground warehouse to make their base of operations, however, it's empty. They haven't really gotten going... Even some times, Nightwing goes after a villain alone and doesn't inform his team, he gets in trouble and the Titans or Batman saves him. One day he finds his hideout filled with computers and weapons, and state of the art crime-fighting equipment. Totally decked out. This could only be the doing of one person: Bruce Wayne. He gets mad at him because he didn't want help from anyone, but the Titians are thrilled. He confronts Bruce and Bruce tries to tell him that even he needed help sometimes. I'm not really sure what event would get Dick to see that it's okay to accept help from people every once in a while. Perhaps y’all could help me. But anyway, that's Dick/Nightwing's arc.

[Plot happens, Rachel joins the Titans]

Up until this point, the Titans aren't exactly what you would call a well-oiled machine, they keep bumping heads and disagreeing. And there's no real threat to test their strength together as a team, cause there's Batman keeping the peace in the city. But then Batman, during a fight with the Joker and his allies, he gets his back broken I know, it’s been done, it’s not original and goes into a coma indefinitly. This forces the Titans to get their shit together since there's no one left to keep Gotham safe from Joker and crime. They ain’t just fighting regular villains, they are in the big leagues now, fighting Batman's villains. This will be the Titans' true test. Nightwing tries to get the team on board, but they are scared and reluctant. They never faced threat like this, but Nightwing convinces them that they can do it, and that it wouldn't be easy, but if no one does this, no one will. He says he can't do this on his own. He says he needs help.

What do y’all think?

#teen titans #raven dc #beast boy #dc #dc comics #dc robin #nightwing #cyborg

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ambersgems · 1 year

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Bonded - Part 3 - Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU where you can feel your soulmate's emotions. When you meet, usually their name appears on your wrist.

A/N: Please let me know if you'd like this to be continued! Any feedback is appreciated! I also would love requests for anything Dean, Chris Evans characters, or Sebastian Stan characters! It can be blurbs, drabbles, or longer! Oh, also I imagine Dean being around 28/29 here while reader is approaching 25. (Yes, I know the GIF is of him older but it fits the chapter lol)

Word Count: 2.7K

Part 1 Part 2

Reader’s POV

Bonded. That was the term he used to describe you and him. It was a term you had never really heard much about before. Sure, you had heard legends of true mates, but that’s just what they were, legends. Your head was spinning as the green-eyed man, you now knew as Dean, carefully approached you with what looked to be a mixture of both concern and amusement on his face. You didn’t have much time to study him before feeling his hands on your face, jumping slightly at the contact. His hands were cupping your cheeks at first, causing you to feel the roughness of them while he seemingly studied your features. Your gaze was cast downward slightly, as he was much taller than you, but you could feel his eyes taking in every aspect of your face. More than you could feel his hands on your face, feeling him tilt your head up towards him, you could feel the warmth in your chest. It was from him. You could physically feel the adoration buzzing within his body, and to be honest it didn’t make much sense to you.

Your eyes flickered upward, seeing the same look on his face that you were feeling in your chest. He was committing your every feature to memory. The color of your eyes, the shape of your face, everything. Before you could convince yourself to say anything, you felt his fingers slide past your face and thread through your hair, slightly messing up the work you did this morning on taming the strands. You couldn’t bring yourself to care, though, as his hands slid further into your hair and to the back of your head. He pulled you close to him quickly but gently, removing one hand and wrapping it around your waist as he held you tightly to him. That’s when you felt it. Peace. Wholeness. Safety. Things you never knew you could get from just being held. What was better is you felt those things radiating from him too, he felt them too.

You weren’t quite sure what to do, so you just let him stand there and hold you for a moment. It was strange, in times past, it felt like you could feel his heartbeat within your own, but, now, you really could. You could feel it betting within yours and against you within his own body. He had your face pressed against his chest, and you breathed in his scent. Sandalwood and pine filled your nostrils, causing you to sigh heavily in contentment, closing your eyes for a moment as you slowly moved your own arms to wrap around his middle.

It had to have been at least a couple minutes like that. You were sure people in your office were staring at this point. You quietly tugged at the bottom of his jacket, suddenly becoming bashful as you tried to pull away slowly.

“You said we have to have a conversation?” you asked softly. It felt almost as if you were afraid of startling him. He was very reluctant to release his grasp on you, still not letting you go completely as he gave you a little space in between the two of you.

His hand had slid down slowly to the back of your neck, gently resting there as his thumb delicately stroked the column of your throat and he gazed down at you with the same adoration you saw minutes ago. “We do, but not here. There are some things that you need to know about… who you are… and who I am. Neither should be discussed here, though.” He says firmly.

Despite his gruff and firm tone, you grin up at him. The juxtaposition of his gentleness with you and seriousness of his voice causes you to giggle. You can sense his confusion at your laughing, so you speak up. “There are some things you need to know about who you are - who I am,” you repeat his words, imitating his rough and deep voice with a fake sense of seriousness, causing you to giggle once again. You can tell he is trying to hold back a smirk at your antics.

“Oh, come onnnn! Don’t be grumps!” you tease, biting your bottom lip gently. “Besides, what could you possibly have to tell me about myself that I don’t already know?” you ask with an air of levity, but you could see the look on Dean’s face, and it was anything but.

Your smile fades slowly, realizing that he was in fact quite serious about whatever conversation he thought you needed to have. His grip on you tightens slightly, “please, let’s just find somewhere to talk,” he says grimly, as if he had something horrible to tell you.

Nodding slowly, you allowed him to lead you out of your office building, his partner following behind the two of you. You could feel your cheeks heat up as everyone stared. “Um - I’m assuming you’re not from around here,” you mumble shyly, “we could go to my place?” your statement coming out as a question.

Dean nodded his head, “yeah, that would work. Sammy, why don’t you take the car back to the motel and I’ll ride with Y/N back to her place,” he states gruffly as Sam’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Dean never willingly let Baby go anywhere without him, but Sam nodded anyway.

The car ride was a lot quieter than you expected. You had so many questions running through your mind, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask any of them. What did he mean that you two were bonded? What does that even mean for you? What could there possibly be about yourself and him that he couldn’t tell you in a public setting? The FBI jacket was an indicator of the danger that you had felt nightly. Maybe that was why he had so many stress responses? He was chasing bad men? But it didn’t sit right with you as you studied him. It just felt odd that he wasn’t saying anything to you. He hadn’t explained anything yet. That’s when you determined he wasn’t really in the FBI.

One thing was for sure, he hadn’t stopped touching you since you met. Even now, as your hand rested on the gear shift while you drove, his rested on top of yours. It was calming, but strange to physically feel his presence when you were so used to feeling his spiritual one.

You were so lost in your thoughts you almost jumped out of your skin when you finally heard him speak up. “After today, you’ll probably have to get used to me being the one who drives,” he says with a hint of teasing in his tone, seeing the tense look on your face. You could tell he was trying to ease your mind, but it wasn’t working.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you questioned, quirking an eyebrow up at him.

“Well, I drive Sam around a lot. I’m always the one that drives. It’s just the natural way of things. That and no one drives my car but me,” he states matter of factly, causing your forehead to crease from furrowing your brows.

You sigh deeply as you park your car in front of your apartment building, becoming increasingly frustrated with the fact that Dean hadn’t really explained anything to you. You felt completely in the dark.

Turning to face him in your seat, you finally break. “Are you not going to explain all of this to me? You said that there were things that I needed to know, about not only you but about myself. Forgive me if I’m being a bit harsh here, but you have some explaining to do, and I want answers - now,” you growl bluntly, tired of tip-toeing around the subject.

What you didn’t expect was the smirk that formed on his face at the harshness of your tone. He had a glint in his eyes, and you could feel the admiration. You weren’t sure what for, though.

Dean’s POV

He smirked at your frustration, trying his best to hold back a full-blown smile. No one stood up to him besides Sammy. They were always too intimidated by his grunts and growls. He liked that you were different, that you were challenging him. It was what made you you.

“Woah there sweetheart, there’s no need for gnashing teeth and clashing tongues - although if you are going to clash tongues it had better be with mine,” he winks, moving his hand so that it rests on your shoulder for a moment before slowly brushing some of your hair behind your ear. He chuckles at the deadpan look that is still on your face, shaking his head.

“Alright, alright, I will start explaining. I think it might be easier if I go into who I am first. Maybe if you feel like you know me a bit better, you’ll feel more comfortable with me,” he says with more seriousness this time.

“If at any point you have questions, because I’m sure you’re going to have a lot, just stop me and I will answer them. Truthfully,” he sighs. You nod your head, a bit of fear prickling your skin at the somberness of his tone.

“I’m… I’m not in the FBI,” he says, eyes scanning your face as he waits for you to react, a bit shocked himself when he notices none. All he sees is you looking at him in expectancy, waiting for him to continue. “You don’t seem surprised?” he questions, tilting his head slightly.

It was your turn to chuckle. “You’re not exactly dressed like an FBI agent, Dean. You’re also too young to be a senior agent in the field, although I’m not quite sure how old you are. Your ‘partner’ is even younger than you. You’re also not carrying a standard issue firearm from the Bureau. It wasn’t that hard to figure out,” you state matter of factly with a shrug of your shoulders.

Dean was now the one quite dumb-founded by your rattling off of facts, but he quickly recovered, a smile spreading across his face. He knew you would be amazing. You were smart too, and he was in awe of you. He doesn’t respond to your observations, shaking his head slightly as he decides to move on.

“Okay, so, I’m clearly not FBI,” he says. “But, what I am, it’s… equally as dangerous, if not more so,” he says, swallowing thickly. He hoped this wasn’t the point in time that you called him crazy and wanted to reject him as a soulmate.

“What are you, then?” you question.

“I’m a hunter…”

“A hunter? Of what? Wild game? That wouldn’t make sense as to why you were at my office this morning, though. You’re going to have to elaborate.”

“I hunt - I hunt the supernatural,” he states, eyes flickering up to yours.

“The supernatural? What the hell is the supernatural? Like ghosts?” you ask giggling, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Well, kinda. More like spirits, demons, werewolves, vampires, things like that,” he says with a shrug, noticing how your eyes widen. Great, you do think he’s crazy.

He watched your breathing get unsteady, your chest heaving slightly. If he couldn’t tell by your eyes, he could tell by the tightness in his own chest that you were anxious. “If you have questions, that’s okay,” he says softly.

He watched you swallow thickly, looking down for a moment before meeting his gaze again. “I mean I do, but I want to know more about you first. I-I wouldn’t ever consider myself a person who believed in… those things,” you say quietly, biting your lip. “But, if- if my soulmate says that they’re real, then they must be real,” you state with the same matter of fact tone you had earlier, causing Dean’s heart to swell with more love than he had before. You believed him. You had faith in him, even though you barely knew him. That gave him hope, and hope wasn’t something that Dean had had much of in his life.

Reader’s POV

“How does that work? Hunting, I mean. How long have you been doing this? What caused you to start?” You questioned, a plethora on the tip of your tongue to inquire about.

Dean answered all of your questions, explaining the life he lived with his father and brother, what happened to his mother, why he was in the life he was. It made a lot of things make sense to you. There was no wonder you woke up with a racing heart so often. It also made all of the nights you felt his heartache make sense as well, which hurt yours to think about. The pain he must have felt his whole life, feeling responsible for everyone around him. You just knew that he would now feel responsible for you. Part of you was pleased by that. It would be nice to have someone who cared so deeply for you, loved you more than life itself. The other part of you felt guilty that you would be adding to the stress that he already felt.

Your hand went to grip his as he talked about the life he lived. You could tell he was trying to act strong for you, but you wanted to reassure him that he didn’t have to. The warmth from him was calming, and you hoped you weren’t being too forward by gripping his hand so tightly, but you could feel him relax against you, which brought a smile to your face.

After he had given you an abridged biography of himself, he took a deep breath, looking at you intensely. “This life, it can be dangerous, Y/N. I want you to know that I will do anything to keep you safe. I won’t let anything happen to you. Ever. You have my word,” he breathes out. You nod your head slowly, knowing he meant it.

“Which is why you have to come with me. I can’t keep you safe if you’re not with me. I know this probably isn’t the life you planned, road tripping around the country in search of things that go bump in the night, but I can’t let you stay behind. If something were to happen to you, I’d never forgive myself, Y/N. Never. And, honestly, now that I’ve met you, I wouldn’t be able to be apart from you again anyways,” he rambles. If you weren’t connected to him, you would almost have missed the way that his eyes were beginning to glisten. You could feel the raw emotion in his chest. He was terrified.

You unbuckle your seatbelt quickly, crawling over the armrest and settling into his lap before throwing your arms around him with urgency. You nuzzled your face into his neck, breathing in his scent and trying your best to calm him with your own breathing. His arms wrapped around you, one around your waist the other around your back, with his hand resting on the back of your head. You sigh in relief as you feel him begin to calm. “I’m sorry, it just hurts when you’re afraid,” you mumble against his neck. You feel him nod.

“It’s okay. I know, and I know that you’ve spent the better part of your life trying to make me feel better haven’t you?” he whispers quietly in your ear.

You furrow your brows, nodding your head slowly. How did he know you tried to calm him? All of these years, you had prayed that he felt the things you did, but you never really knew if he did or not. After all, soulmates can feel each other's emotions, but they can’t regulate them. Right?

“Sweetheart, there is a lot you don’t know about who you are, and I know this is overwhelming right now. I promise I will tell you everything soon, but I can feel how overwhelmed you are right now. I just dumped a lot of information on you. I think we should go inside. You should lay down. I can tell you feel weak.” he says softly.

You can feel your head swimming, “I don’t feel good” you murmur, feeling Dean slowly opening up the car door and picking you up with him as he gets out.

“Dean, why do I feel this way? What’s going on?” you ask, beginning to feel light-headed.

“Not right now, Y/N. We’ll talk about it later,” he says gruffly.

You’re about to protest, wanting answers, but then everything goes black.

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Alright, let’s talk about Kalim (related to the latest comic), new official stuff, Idia being annoying and Lilia being possessive over Silver! And some other stuff, I think…

Anonymous asked:

So you seen the latest chapter of 7 ENG. If you do, any particular thoughts on two certain individuals with helmets.

We haven't watched ch7 at all yet, Anon. There are certain spoilers that are unavoidable, but since we didn't watch the story itself, we can't really say anything. We also don’t follow ENG updates, more on that in a reply below.

hipsterteller asked:

the only dorm leader who didn't overblot and same time the only sunshine

Yep, that’s our Kalim! He’s just here to have a good time :)

Anonymous asked:

Kalim, the only housewarden not to overblot.

Jamil, the only vice housewarden to overblot.

Aren’t they just perfect for each other? 🥰

Anonymous asked:

Good thing Jamil is not part of it...actually, I think he already did before the meeting.

I guess it depends on whether Kalim has asked him about how he is doing or not this day 🤔 Check on your friend, Kalim!

Anonymous asked:

Kalim (walking to his room): Oh, wow! That housewarden meeting was wild! Six people overblotting all at the same time... What are the odds of that?? I sure am glad to be finally back to the peaceful familiarity of my dorm, where I can rest after such a stressful day!

Scarabia student: Housewarden, please! Come quick-

Kalim (still walking): We're not doing this today :)

LOL sorry, Kalim, you have no choice but to deal with this, Jamil is clearly not dealing with this well on his own. Oh wait. Kalim probably shouldn’t intervene, he’ll just make things worse lol

asteampvnk asked:

Love your newest drawing. Although, to be fair, with how much Kalim gaslights himself that everything’s fine I half expect him to overblot.

I don’t know, to be honest it’s still very difficult for me to picture Kalim overblotting over anything other than Jamil getting seriously hurt because of him, but maybe it’s Kalim’s gaslighting that’s so powerful that it completely skewers my perception of his overblot chances…

Anonymous asked: I don't know why, but I find Kalim's eyes so cute the way you draw in the latest comic.

Thank you so so much, Anon!! ❤️

Anonymous asked:

Ryuichi and Katsu, you guys probably only play the EN Version of Twist but i wanted to ask if you guys had heard of the new JPN Event 'Red Carpet in the Shaftlands'! Have you seen the new cards and outfits? Especially Vil and Azul look very handsome!

Hi Anon! We don’t play the EN version, or any version for that matter; we just watch the main story + events on youtube. We also prefer fan translations over the official ones :) This isn’t what you asked about, but I thought I’d mention that. So yeah, we did hear about the new event! Even though we don’t have time to watch events these days, we’ll probably and hopefully get to it eventually; so I have really high hopes for this one! I already said it the other day, but: show us Eric Venue god damn it >:(

As for the cards…

Anonymous asked:

HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW OUTFITS FOR ACE, JAMIL, AND AZUL!?!? I NEVER THOUGHT AZUL WOULD LOOK SO GOOD IN THAT COLOR SCHEME!

AZUL LOOKS LIKE A MEAN RICH AUNTIE, ACE LOOKS LIKE THAT ONE DOUCHE FROM A RICH FAMILY THAT ALWAYS ASKS FOR MONEY (AND HIS RICH AUNTIE DOESN’T GIVE HIM SHIT), JAMIL LOOKS LIKE THE MEANEST GIRL IN A HIGH SCHOOL MOVIE FROM 90-00S, AND IT LOOKS GREAT!!

Azul does look good, although I am a bit conflicted about his hairstyle: I can’t quite figure out whether I like it or am just okay with it; but even if it’s the latter, I’m always excited to see new hairstyles. And this shape of glasses looks so stupidly good on him! He is indeed very handsome, this style of clothing suits him a lot.

Vil is gorgeous, I can’t even yell about him anymore. The richest mom in Hollywood.

Ace looks very good; Jamil does unimaginable things to my psyche, I can’t quite put it into words. I think the colour scheme of the new outfits suits him the most, but I might just be biased.

Anonymous asked:

Ryu they released the choreography of absolutely beautiful, did you see???? Im soso normal about it LOOK AT MY WIFE SPITTING BARS AND LOOKING ALL CUTE I watched it so many times already i was pacing around my room for an hour

I honestly can’t believe they did, this is so nice of them?? Now people can actually perform the dance themselves, this is so cool.

Jamil’s rap is one of my favourite parts of the song (original, I know), so it’s great to actually see him shine. But also? Also?

Epel short.

Anonymous asked:

I’m so sorry but in reference to the ask about Idia getting into a verbal sparring match with someone: imagine they’re both getting ruder and nastier and then, they somehow end up in bed together????

YES this is basically how we write Sebek/Idia LOL But also Azul/Idia to be honest, these two argue and get annoyed with each other a lot…

This is one of our favourite tropes in general, and with Idia it suits him to perfectly lol He always ends up verbally sparring with someone and getting someone heated over the argument, it’s like he’s begging for it (absolutely unintentionally though).

Anonymous asked:

Your art is really wonderful! (I love how you draw Lilia.) Sililia is a bit of guilty pleasure for me as well. I think you mentioned in a previous post about yanderes that Lilia’s trying not to get attached to anyone at this point in his life. So, if someone else were to hit on Silver or tried to woo him, would he reluctantly accept it? Or would he instantly act possessive once he sees someone moving in on his?

Thank you so much, Anon!! I am very happy you like our Lilia and that you enjoy his relationship with Silver <3

I think I talked about it in one of our previous LiliSil posts, but I’ll reiterate: in theory, Lilia would absolutely encourage Silver to spend time with someone else, even if this is just a little high school fling and not something serious. He does want Silver to socialise more and to have a lot of people around him, because unfortunately Lilia won’t be around forever, and he isn’t cruel to the point of wanting Silver to be loyal to him even after his death. That would just ruin the young one’s life forever, wouldn’t that be a waste?

But in actuality, I think Lilia would still get somewhat jealous and possessive if Silver found someone for himself. Lilia might try to rationalise it by thinking that he just doesn’t want any rascal to hurt Silver’s feelings, he might even enjoy acting like a strict dad for a short while, but he’ll very soon realise that he is just being super jealous and doesn’t want to share Silver with anyone lol It might be easier for him is Silver starts dating Sebek, at least Sebek knows his place… in Lilia’s eyes, at least.

Anonymous asked:

*looks at violet art*

*looks at Idia art*

Now we need a universe where those two meet each other because I swear some alternate universe thing is happening here.

I absolutely should’ve replied to this one as soon as we got it, sorry for fucking up the chronology of this whole thing, for some reason I just couldn’t shut up about Idia and Violet LOL

Ah, these two. Artsy goth Idia and Otaku tech-nerd Gregory.

Honestly, I wonder how these two would interact. The easiest thing would be to assume that they’ll just sit in their own corners doing their own thing because neither of them is particularly chatty. Also, at first it seems like despite their similarities, they are the opposites of each other, because of the whole arts vs tech thing… but in actuality, Idia is one of the most artistic people in NRC?? With good taste and outside-the-box creative thinking?? Considering how much he loves a good design and how even Vil praised the ceremonial gear he made for Ortho. As someone who likes anime and stuff, he is definitely a connoisseur of art lol

So yeah, it’d be funny to think about them getting weird vibes from each other from the start, maybe seeing some of their own “bad” qualities and being annoyed by them, getting weird uncanny-valley feeling, but ultimately ending up creating something together. I just want them to create something together…

Although…both of them are such individualists, they might have creative disagreements and do their own things separately from each other. God damn it boys you were supposed to have fun interactions!

#replies #lilisil

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naughtynoodle · 1 year

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Hi! Love your work 💕

I’m not sure if you take requests, but could you write a NSFW Azriel x reader fic where reader doesn’t know a lot about males (az may already have a thing for reader) and so Azriel offers to give her lessons?

Hello!

Sorry it took me a minute to get back to your request, trying to maintain being a responsible adult is annoying lol. I have to say I absolutely love the idea of this so hopefully I met your expectations!

Warnings: NSFW 18+, nudity, adult language, fingering, oral sex, innocence kink if you squint

Azriel x f!reader

Now onto the good stuff

Prime Specimen

You had been studying medicine for almost a year at this point, learning about various herbs and how they all went together. You aced your test that Madja gave you with flying colors, but now you had moved on to the next thing. . .

Anatomical studies.

The Female body was a piece of cake, after all - you had one. What you struggled with were the Males and if you wanted to be a good healer, that meant learning about absolutely everything. And you knew next to nothing beyond the basics if you were being honest with yourself.

You hummed absentmindedly as you crushed more herbs in the back of the clinic while reading over the texts of your book about Illyrians and their different wing shapes.

Azriel studied you from the doorway, you hadn't even heard him come in. A small smile played on his lips as he watched you, a slight frown on your face as you read something from a book. You always did that when you were concentrated, he found it quite cute.

Madja had brought you to Velaris a little more than a year ago, surprising everyone when an extra body followed behind her into the clinic. So young and wide eyed, shy even.

He cleared his throat and you let out a small gasp and whipped your head towards him as he smirked at you. Azriel smirked down at you and you narrowed your eyes at him before mumbling something under your breath that he didn't catch.

Your attention went straight back to your book and he silently walks up to you.

"What are you studying?" He asks, hands behind his back.

"I uh-" you cleared your throat and you felt blood rush to your cheeks and you internally cursed yourself for being embarrassed, "Wings." You decided to answer simply, hoping he would leave it at that.

But he did not, he saw the flush spread across your face and he couldn't resist prodding you more. He had always made you slightly nervous, he was a silent observer and you could never tell what he was thinking.

You feel the warmth from his body behind you and you freeze. How was he so damn quiet all the time?

He leaned closer as he peered over you to read your book, a devious smirk covers his face.

"Illyrian wings, huh? Shouldn't you know all of this already?" He was only teasing you but you still blushed even harder. You saw him reach over you to examine your other books. "Male anatomy 101?"

You tried to take the book from his hands but he swiftly moved it further away from your grasp.

"Y-yes, the Male body is complicated, now give me my book back!" You weakly try to excuse yourself but he chuckles lightly.

"Why read from this dusty old book when you can just get hands on learning?" He asks, and you make a light choked sound.

"Oh yes, because I have so many Males at my disposal." You roll your eyes and huff.

"You work in a clinic."

"That doesn't mean anything!" You squeak out, truth be told you avoided them as much as possible and he laughs.

"Oh c'mon sweetheart." the endearment just slipped off of his tongue so casually, "You just waiting on a prime specimen?"

You gaped up at him and his eyes were crinkled from the shit eating grin on his face.

"Maybe I am!" You narrow your eyes and cross your arms over your chest, "Yes, that is exactly what I am doing. Someone who will let me study as closely as possible - I have a lot to learn."

He hummed in response, leaning down closer to your face. Gods you were so easy to rile up.

"Very well, I'll drop by your home at seven so you can study."

The protest died on your lips because he was gone before you could even process what the hell just happened.

Seven arrived faster than you would have liked, your heart hadn't stopped pounding since your interaction with Azriel. You didn't even have time to fully prepare yourself on your short walk home because there he was waiting on your front doorstep, as punctual as ever.

You muttered a greeting and unlocked your door. Your home was cozy, littered with learning material and different medicinal plants. You were nervous and he could tell, it was amusing. He observed you silently as you unloaded your bag and put things where they belonged, leaving out empty papers and a pencil for your notes.

"Are you ready?" He asks and he sees you nod so he begins to take off his shirt.

"What- what are you doing?!" You shriek and cover your eyes and he chuckles.

"Can't learn about anatomy very well if you can't see it sweetheart."

"Oh." Came your weak reply, face already flushed. It wasn't that you didn't want to see him shirtless, he was just too good looking for his own good; it almost made you wish he was ugly so it would make this easier.

"Glad you think I'm good looking." His amused voice brings you out of your thoughts. Your eyes snap up to meet his and you realized you were speaking aloud.

"You must be hearing things." You try to argue but it was truly no use so you just grabbed a piece of parchment and your pencil and walked closer to him.

He really was beautiful, and had tip-top physique. His abdominal muscles were taut and had scars here and there. You instructed him to flex certain muscles and relax others, watching his tattoos move as he did as you instructed.

He was patient with you as you poked and prodded, answering all your questions.

"I um-" You cleared your throat, "I need to study your wings, if that's okay."

He nodded, moving closer to the center of your common area so his wings wouldn't bump into anything. With his wings more spread you took a step back to make a quick drawing of them so you could label different parts for your notes.

"Have you learned about the other races wings yet?" He asks over his shoulder.

"A little." You reply as you walk up closer to him to examine the wings membranes more closely, "I know Illyrian wings are not as pliable."

He hummed in agreement.

"Wings are also very sensitive, especially in certain areas." He adds, you weren't sure what he was trying to insinuate by 'certain areas' but you nodded. "You can touch them if you need to."

"O-okay, thanks." You flushed once more, putting your pencil in the same hand as your paper as you hesitantly touched them.

"Ah!" He shouts and you curse and bring your hand back as if you burnt him.

"I'm sorry! I-" The apology died on your lips when you heard him cackling, "You asshole! I thought I hurt you!" You shove him and he turns around, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"I couldn't resist, I promise I won't do it again." You huff and motion for him to turn back around, he obliged. You were feeling more confident now and used both hands to slightly move the different joints of his wings gently.

A hand reaches further in to trace one of the large veins and you hear his sharp intake of breath. You ignore it, rolling your eyes and continued tracing along the joints and membranes. You failed to notice how rigid he had gotten, too focused on trying to learn how the wings meshed together.

His shadows played around your ankles, tickling your skin.

When you finally flatten your palm on the largest membrane you hear a deep grumble emanate from his chest. You once again ignore it, thinking he was trying to mess with you and you applied more pressure with one hand and lightly traced another area with your other hand.

His shadows swirled and the room grew darker as he whipped around to grasp your wrists. You started to protest but stopped when you noticed the dark look in his eyes. You noticed his body was shuddering slightly and Azriel could tell you were confused.

"If you keep touching me like that you will get more of an anatomy lesson than you bargained for." His voice was low and gravely and his eyes seemed to burn holes into your soul as he towered over you.

"What do you mean?" Your voice breathier than you anticipated and his eyes seemed to dilate.

"Oh sweet girl." He tsked, his face closer now, "You seem to be more of a hands on learner."

You nodded, still confused. He moved closer and his shadows surrounded you; all you could smell was him. Then you felt it. Gasping your eyes went wide as you looked up at him.

"Y-you-" Your voice squeaked and devious grin crossed his face.

"I told you that certain parts of wings are sensitive, and you managed to find them and despite every physical warning you kept touching them." His face so close you could feel his breath as he spoke to you. He was making your head fuzzy and you could hardly think.

Your body was buzzing and he grasped your jaw and made you look at him.

"Tell me to stop." He murmurs and when you don't his lips meet yours causing you to melt into him further. His hand moves from your jaw to cradle to back of your head and he deepens the kiss.

He could surely feel the pounding of your heart. His other hand lands on your waist as your own snake up his muscular arms and around his neck trying to pull him even closer to you.

He groans into your mouth and guides the two of you to your couch. He sits quickly and moves you to sit on his lap, your core grinding against him making you whimper.

With both hands on your hips he guides you back and forth, the friction sending electricity up your body. Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging slightly and he shivers.

"Doin' so good baby." He murmurs to you, resting his forehead against yours. You grind a little harder which makes you both moan, and your panties soaked at this point.

"Az." You whimper and he smashes his lips to yours, the kiss more aggressive than the last. His hands roamed more freely, slipping under your simple dress to grasp your ass and squeeze which makes you grind even harder as he groans into your mouth.

"Smell so sweet." He grunts and he maneuvers you to where your back now rests against the couch and he hovers over the top of you. "Let me make you feel good baby."

"Okay." You whisper, staring up at him with innocent eyes. You wait with bated breath as you feel his hand slowly trace across your skin to the front of your panties. He groans when he feels the wetness that awaited him.

"Has anyone ever done this for you, sweet girl?" You shake your head and all sorts of filthy things cross his mind. "Hope you’re good at keeping mental notes, because this is the first of many lessons."

His fingers slip under the lace of your panties and you gasp. He had barely touched you yet you felt like you could combust at any moment. His nimble fingers slid up and down, spreading your wetness before stopping at the star of the show - your clit.

Your back arches and you let out a startled gasp which is quickly swallowed by his mouth. His fingers circle it slowly and your hips move of their own accord.

He loved the reactions he was able to pull from you, loved that he was your first. His forefinger and ring finger to spread your lips apart and his middle finger finds the most sensitive part of your clit.

"Oh fuck!" You cry against his lips, hips bucking up. You were intoxicating.

"You're so responsive sweetheart." He growls against your lips, applying more pressure exactly where he was. His finger making tiny circles as his mouth attaches to your neck. If he thought you were wet before, you were fucking soaked now.

"Gotta taste you baby." He mutters into your neck and you nod rapidly.

"Please." You were so desperate for more, at this point not sure if you ever wanted this to stop. You didn't realize you were saying these things aloud but it made Azriel even harder.

You watch him slide down further, placing a knee onto the hardwood floor as he slots himself between your legs. Your dress had ridden up long ago and he got a good look at your soaked panties. He placed a kiss over the fabric, and you whimper once more.

You felt the warmth of his tongue as he licks a broad stripe upwards over the top of your panties. He does this multiple times and you were about to beg for more when he slides your underwear down your legs and spreads you wide open.

His eyes even darker as he took in your wet center, all for him. With that he attaches himself to your clit and swirls his tongue around it causing you to shout out.

He places his hands behind your knees and shoves them up and apart. He needed room to feast on you. Using the thickness of his tongue he gets the top your lips apart once more so he can abuse that sensitive little nub.

Your hips jolt up but he holds you down exactly where he wants you and you babble incoherently as you try to move. You cry out his name and he moans into you, the vibrations shaking your core.

"Taste so good for me sweet girl." He groans against you and you let out a shaky breath.

He lets your legs rest on his shoulders as he dips his tongue down to your hole and back up again. You feel a thick finger wiggle at your entrance and plunge in.

"Az!" You moan, hands moving down to grip his hair once more. He felt so good and you almost couldn't believe this was happening.

His other hand opened the front of his pants to free his aching cock. Using his free hand he pumped himself as you moaned above him.

He ate you like a starved man, sucking harshly on your clit and swirling his tongue expertly as he pumped his finger in and out of you.

You could feel yourself getting closer and he knew it too. He added a second finger and curled them upwards which causes you to arch off of the couch and shout his name.

He kept hitting that spot and your legs were practically squeezing his head so he couldn't move away.

"Az- I'm gonna-" You stutter and he hums against you and curls his fingers once last time before you came with his name on your lips. He didn't stop though, he still gently licked at your poor little clit. Flicking his tongue.

"I'm not done with you sweetheart, you still have a lot to learn."

#azriel x female!reader #acotar smut #acotar #azriel shadowsinger #annonymous ask #fanfiction

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m-y-fandoms · 1 year

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COMMISSION: Nagito Komaeda x Reader - Love Hotel

Details: V3 has the Love Hotel/Love Key scenarios - I’ve been asked to make a version for SDR2 as if it were canon in the second game as well. If you didn’t play V3 and aren’t familiar with the Love Hotel scenarios/scenes, don’t worry, Monokuma will explain the concept early on in the fanfiction below! Also, I don’t think I used any gendered terms for the reader, it just didn’t come up/wasn’t necessary with the details I was describing. So, anyone can read this with themselves in mind.

Warnings: Spicy but not NSFW - mature themes and romance into a fade to black/implied at the end just like the actual V3 Love Hotel scenes. Would probably be Mature but not Explicit on AO3 - Also SDR2 spoilers!!!

Word Count: 4k words

When hanging out with your peers and exploring the island, you often found these little Monokuma coins tucked behind objects or hidden under things. These “Monocoins” could be exchanged at the Monomono gacha machine for prizes. Some were tiny, and some had no business even fitting inside the machine. It was a wonder how they got there. In between the stress of the killings and trials, it was nice to exchange little gifts that said “I see you, and I trust you, and I want to be closer to you” with the friends you had left. The Monomono machine often rewarded you with intriguing and seemingly targeted items. For example, when you got a magazine on beast breeding and taming, it was clearly meant for your exchanges with Gundham Tanaka. When wound gauze or a nurse’s apron dropped from the machine, it was obviously a sign to get to know Mikan.

Today’s trinket was a mystery to you: an ornate key - golden with a pink heart-shaped gem embedded onto its handle. It dropped into your hand as you popped it out of the gacha capsule that protected it. It was a nice size, probably to a door rather than say, a locket or jewelry box.

Immediately upon receiving it you began to look for what it unlocked. It didn’t seem like a gift subliminally meant for any of your friends, so instead you chose to find a little adventure in all the chaos, a treasure hunt of sorts. You’d tried little tool sheds or abandoned buildings around the first three islands, back doors or closets inside places like the market or pharmacy. The pink gem made you think of Monomi - or rather Usami. It matched her aesthetic and color scheme. You’d questioned her about it, and she seemed to draw a blank. You felt like she was being honest with you, so you moved on. A frustrating thought began brewing in your mind: maybe the key went to a door on an island that was still locked away from you and your peers. Perhaps the bridges guarded by Monobeasts blocked your path. Unfortunately, following the ongoing pattern, someone would have to die for a new island to become accessible, and that was most defintiely not worth sating your burning curiosity. And so, you asked your closer friends, such as Hajime and Chiaki, to keep an eye out for a possible clue, but ultimately let it go, tossing the key into a accessory dish on the beside table of your cabin.

Speaking of your cabin, there you were, winding down for the night in your customized little cottage in the lineup of huts at the resort. It was cozy, a personalized type of dorm room substitute decked out with items to serve and encourage the development of your Super Highschool Level talent. The cream-colored canopy bed was pretty large for single student and super comfortable, and so on days when the survivor’s guilt wasn’t weighing on your mind like a plague, it was very easy to fall asleep quite quickly.

You’d been asleep for what must’ve been at least a couple of hours when a noise startled you awake. Still groggy and half-asleep, you spot the black and white bear you all hated so very much standing in the middle of your cottage.

“What the…” your words slurred, eyes barely open. You would’ve been freaking out at his appearance, had it not been extremely normal for the bear to pop up out of nowhere. That and the fact that it was against Monokuma’s rules for him to ever hurt a student on his own left you at ease and not fearing for your life.

“Oh, great, you’re awake! Would’ve been awkward if I had to crawl up on the bed and shake ya’ to life! Phew, saves me the trouble!” He giggled in his own little mischievous way as you sat up, giving him mostly your full attention. He never left until he made his point anyway, so why waste time arguing with him for interrupting your beauty sleep?

“Alright, alright what do you want? I’m still tired! Unless someone is dead, say what you need to say and leave…” you grumbled. Monokuma bristled at that.

“How rude! My time is very valuable, you know! Since you’ve been hurting your puny little brain trying to find the solution to that Love Key over there, here I am, going out of my way to help you! You should be more appreciative!” He growled, claws displayed.

“Love Key…?” You looked to the key on your bedside table, still in a bit of a daze. “So that’s what it’s called…” Still not much of a hint, you thought.

“Yep, yep! I’ll tell you how to use it!” He perked up once again. “You see, it opens the way to a very special place! A place you’ve searched many times before… however, it’s form has now changed!”

“Hmmm…” How curious… since you had in fact checked every available area multiple times over.

“You see, if you go visit the motel on the third island right about now, you’ll find it buzzing with an aura of lust and romance!” Your brow raised as he laughed impishly. “That key you got transforms the motel into a place you can clear out some of your most carnal desires at night, but… only the one with the key and… one other person will see this change!”

“What are you talking about?!” You were only half-awake before, but now you were sure you had to still be dreaming. What an insane concept. This is what he came to say? This nonsense?

“Oh, are you starting to get worked up? Are you ready to let it all hang out?” He began to sweat, a wicked, messed up grin on his face. “Your key will unlock a particular Love Suite at the motel,” he continued, barely containing his excitement, “and you and one other person will be invited to spend the night. There, you will be a part of that person’s fantasy. They will see you as their romantic ‘ideal’ and basically just swoon all over you. Think of it as a kind of sexy dream that lets you escape the cruel reality of the killing game! It’s their escape, too though, so it’s important for you to play the role your Love Suite partner wants you to! If you break character, your dear partner may very well wake up in anguish, all pent up and frustrated! And you wouldn’t want that, would you?” He snickered.

“This all sounds very inappropriate and embarrassing, so I think I’ll pass.” You grumbled, shuffling uncomfortably in your sheets. At this point, you just wanted him to go away.

“Oh, don’t worry! What happens there, stays there. Memories are wiped when you exit. Oh, and one last thing: anyone can show up there. Any of your classmates, even those who’ve passed on.

Well now, you had to be dreaming. Memories wiped, the motel transforming, and not to mention four of your classmates were very much dead… how could they show up? Seeing the look on your face, incredulous and lost in thought, Monokuma gasped softly to grab your attention, speaking up again:

“What’s wrong? You seem skeptical. Why not try it out for yourself, then?” If Monokuma were allowed to cause a killing, you’ve sworn this was a plot to set you up. Not that it mattered in a dream, anway. “Let love take hold! Take that ol’ Love Key for a spin!”

After much hesitance and with Monokuma having left your cabin nearly a half hour beforehand, you were now out walking alone, leaving the resort and making your way to the third island. You tried not to disturb your other classmates in their cabins, being sure not to make any noise as it must have been well past one in the morning. Sand and gravel crunched below your shoes as you walked rather hurriedly to the long wooden bridge that connected the islands. Moonlight shined off of your pajamas in the cool tropical night breeze, giving a small relief from the usual humidity, and if you weren’t sure this were a dream, you would’ve felt like an idiot, opening yourself up to being an easy target for a killing.

You wrapped your arms around your waist nervously. In the end, you were too curious not to try it out, but you had to admit, you were still mulling it over in your brain:

Their ideal… a shared fantasy… So they wouldn’t really see you as you are per se… but what did that mean? Did that mean that if they liked submissive cute pretty boys, that’s how you appeared to them? If they wanted a buff aggressive woman, you’d suddenly grow muscles? Would it all be an illusion? Maybe just your personality would change…

Play along, Monokuma had said…

Passing the hospital and music venue, you approached the motel and immediately noticed the change. The retro sign out front was now decked out in pink and red neon lettering boasting the words Love Motel. The building itself, once dingy, dirty and forgettable, now had spotlights and strobes out front and the yellow, beige and brown chipped paint had transformed into a Valentine’s-type aesthetic. Pinks, reds, whites, the typical colors of the heart and romance surrounded you and gave the motel a whole new vibe. The line of ground-level rooms were still present, and though you assumed your key only lead to one of them, you’d have no trouble figuring out which. One door in particular, smack dab in the middle seemed to be pulsing with life. The paint seemed to be a shade darker on this door, and pink smoke spilled out from underneath the crack. It was like it was luring you in, tempting you to enter. It was as if pheromones leaked from its crevices. You placed a shaky hand on the door knob, entered the key with the other, and gave it a twist. It opened with a hiss, like pressure releasing. You stepped inside, the door closing on its own behind you.

The room around you was mesmirizing, unlike anything you’d seen on Jabberwock Island before. Scattered around were velvety plush love seats and cushions in crimson reds and deep pinks. The carpet was luxurious and pink lava lamps stood nearly five feet tall in the corners of the room. Soft lighting set a dreamy mood. The floor underneath the carpet was checkered tile like a chessboard. Above you dangled a large, expensive-looking crystal chandelier with heart-shaped accents. In the middle of the room was a round, almost comically large bed with a thick red duvet and a mountain of pillows. Your eyes bounced around the room, taking it all in with wonder, until they settled on the area just beside the bed.

“No way…” You gasp lightly, hands coming up to cover your mouth.

“Hello there, (Y/N),” Nagito smiled back at you: genuine, warm, welcoming. His eyes creased into little lines with the expression. Dressed in his usual attire, he raised a hand to wave gently.

It was like every step of this journey, every new discovery proved over and over to you that this was in fact, a dream. You had to be asleep for Nagito to be here. Nagito… Out of all of your classmates, fate chose your crush to place upon you. It felt like an ambush, like a trap.

Your feelings for Nagito had blossomed almost immediately upon meeting him. There was physical attraction at first sight. He was tall, thin, with a pronounced Adam’s Apple and veiny arms. His pale skin was vampiric almost, translucent in the bright sun, especially when he went swimming with little on but his trunks. His hair was wispy like cotton candy, soft and full. You imagined running your hands through it often. You were lured in by his kind and helpful personality. After the first class trial, when you all learned of his true disposition, you fought to keep your feelings under wraps. He was dangerous, volatile, unstable, and a whole lot of other negative adjectives, so you held it all in.

Still, you couldn’t deny your attraction to the mystery that came along with him. He was obviously extremely intelligent, often moving behind the scenes and one step ahead of everyone else. His mind and the way it worked, just the way he talked was alluring to you. It often felt like he was flirting with you when you were around him. You just assumed he was just trying to butter you up to use you, trying to get closer to further his goals of “hope.”

You tried to be around him as little as possible, though… or that’s what you wanted your peers to perceive. You tried to only hang out with him when you had an excuse: looking for clues and evidence, during investigations, interrogating him, trying to get closer to him under the guise of wanting to control his crazy so he wouldn’t hurt your friends. In reality, you enjoyed every moment spent with him. He could be scary at times though for sure, getting all wild and frantic when speaking of the future and his plans for hope, or even knowing he was plotting when he was quiet. Which is why it was so odd that he was almost… shy at the moment?

“(Y/N)...?” He cleared his throat, gaining your attention once again. Shaken out of your trance, you made eye contact with him, feeling instantly a bit shy yourself.

“Yes, Nagito?” You speak softly, never moving an inch. This felt surreal.

“I knew it would be you…” He smiled just barely and took a step forward, a gleam in his eye.

“Nagito… do you know what’s going on here?” You inquired, and he nodded enthusiastically. Always a step ahead.

“When I learned of this place, I just knew it would be you that showed… after all, you’re the ultimate shining hope that eclipses all others! It could only be you!” His arms were outstretched as if to embrace you, or welcoming you to embrace him, but yet he didn’t step any closer.

Ah, yes, his ideal… you think to yourself. He was obviously very mentally ill, you’d gathered, obsessed with the idea of hope even if there had to be an event of despair that preceded in order to propel forward such hope. Sometimes it was vague, to you at least, what hope meant to him. He seemed to know very well what he meant, though nobody else did. Not one hundred percent of the time, anyway.

“So, where should I begin? Tell me how best to serve you! Let me please you!” He took a large stride forward, grasping your hand in his own and bringing it to his lips in a gentlemanly gesture. Like some victorian nobleman greeting a lady, he kissed the back of your knuckles as if he revered and respected you highly. Taken aback by the sudden action, you jerked your hand away.

You felt hesitant… Weren’t you supposed to be his ideal? Why is he all up on you, then, asking to serve and please you?

“Please, allow me to be your stepping stone. Use me, let me be your tool for hope! I know I’m less than nothing, but if I can help you even a microscopic amount, I can die happy!” He fell to his knees, wrapping around your legs like a child latching onto their mother. He looked quite pathetic, actually. He ran a cold, pale hand up and under the pant leg of your pajamas and you shivered. Your heart rate began to pick up at the skin to skin contact. “Whip me if it pleases you, if it feels better and relieves your stress. Hit me! Take out your build-up from the day on me, so you can continue to work hard for the cause of hope!”

This is wrong… You shook him off gently, backing away until your back hit the door. He stood, a displeased look across his face.

“Nagito…”

“Am I fucking it up? I can do better, please. I’ll do anything for you!” He began to shuck off his outer layer of clothing, his green coat. You found your eyes instantly glued to the veiny expanse of his ghostly white arms, the callous of his knuckles, the way his Adam’s Apple bobbed when he swallowed nervously and-

No… this is wrong! You repeatedly to yourself mentally. Reluctance, sweat running down the back of your neck, this awkward knot in your stomach. You felt confused. This had to be wrong. He probably didn’t really feel this way. Not about you, anyway. Monokuma influenced this for sure… obviously. How could he see you as an ideal? There was no way… you had to get out of here… back to your room and…

But then again… this was a dream. Your mind wandered. This was some kind of freakish lucid dream that you could be aware of and be in control of. Who could fault you for enjoying a dream? When would you ever get an opportunity like this - with your crush of all people - ever again? Maybe you should just… let go… enjoy the night.

Nagito, now devoid of his coat, crossed his arms at his pelvis, taking up the bottom hem of his white t-shirt and began to lift it with the intent to remove it altogether, exposing his belly button and the veins that ran down his lower abdomen. He looked to you for approval. He couldn’t help but notice that even with his eagerness to please, you had a twisted expression on your face. It was uncertain, puzzled, maybe upset with his efforts? You certainly weren’t paying attention to him, that was for sure. He let go of the shirt, and it fell back into place.

“Am I still disappointing you?” His words brought you back to the present, and you looked him up and down once again, stepping a bit forward and back fully into the suffocating ambience of the suite. You were tempted, so very tempted by the mere sight of him. Monokuma had said this was a building of lust and romance. “It is to be expected. I am a total filthy useless loser, and you are the epitome of goodness and cleanliness in this world.” He spoke matter-of-factly, now approaching you again, circling you like a hawk with it’s prey. “Hmmm… well maybe, you aren’t as clean as you’d like people to think?” Suddenly, more forceful than you’d ever seen him, you found yourself pushed back, up against the wall, and he held you there, pinned by his own body weight.

“N-Nagito!” You sputtered, more shocked by the position he now had you in than than anything else so far on this very strange night. But wasn’t he all submissive just a second ago? This is what you meant by volatile, unstable…

“Ah well, that’s fine with me, as long as you’re the ray of hope the world needs you to be outside of the bedroom…” His thin fingers trailed up your forearms until they met your hands. Interlocking your fingers with his own, he forced them up and beside your head, locking you into place against the red wall. You swallowed, suddenly feeling very small. His eyes seemed dreamy, lazily glazed over and sultry. A crooked smirk formed upon seeing your flustered reaction. “I have no issue changing strategies…” He leaned forward, whispering suggestively into the shell of your ear. He could feel you tremble at that, content to let him take over. “Your reactions are quite telling.” His grip slipped down from your fingers to your wrists. There was a shit-eating grin, a condescending tone behind his seemingly effortless bravado.

What you were starting to realize was that Nagito could be whoever he needed to be at any given moment in order to meet his goals. In an instant, he could change and adapt. His personality shifted just like that. You questioned how the groveling servant-like act from before could flip into this dominant, aggressively contrasting performance, but that was just it. Nagito’s fantasy was to be the stepping stone that would support and propel the greatest hope the world had ever seen to glory, to have that beacon of hope see him as useful and genuinely feel like he means the world to them. He did this by enabling them to do their best, whatever the cost, therefore, their fantasy was his fantasy. Being what they needed and wanted, that was all he wanted. Their pleasure was his pleasure, like an endlessly looping cycle. You didn’t seem to respond well to the sniveling slave character, so now, he would show you that you could be made to submit to him, that he could be your ideal and force you to relinquish control. If that’s what you wanted, he would fill that role.

His grip on your wrists tightened, a bit painfully. You sucked in air through your teeth at the pressure. He was so lanky and thin, you’d never guess he was this strong. You probably couldn’t shake him off unless you used your full strength and and the boost of an adrenaline rush. Your eyelids fluttered closed, finally accepting the blissful feeling this dream could provide.

“I can tell you like this… You’re trying to hold back all reactions and sounds, but you should just let go… I know already… I know~” He teased, leaning in until his forehead touched yours. The closeness, the invasion of your personal space excited him. He truly didn’t have many opportunities for physical touch in his life. Knowing it was with his ideal match, this experience, all of it set his heart ablaze in his chest. “Who would’ve thought? Heh, wait until the others hear you’re not so innocent…” You knew Nagito as one who never missed a beat, that’s why he was so useful in class trials and during investiagations. So of course he noticed when your bottom lip quivered and the tiniest, quietest moan escaped the depths of your throat. He exhaled amusedly, a puff of satisfaction through his nostrils. A checkmate of sorts. “Oh? You seem to like even the threat of me telling…” He was smug, so very smug.

“N-No, that’s not true…” You breathed out an overstimulated, constrained response.

“You want me to be meaner to you?” It was posed as a question, but he wasn’t asking for permission. Without waiting for a response, he firmly pressed his mouth to yours, lips enveloping your own. Your head tilted to meet his, melding perfectly into each other. Your hands itched, begging to be allowed move, to run your fingers through his hair, but he wouldn’t release his grip on your wrists. He loved to feel you struggle against him. Pulling back from the kiss, he allowed you a moment of air. “Okay, okay… I’ll extend this one little kindness…” he whispered, throaty and intoxicating. He let go of your left wrist, using that hand instead to move to the front of your pajama shirt. He popped upon the first button with a single graceful movement. With your newly freed hand, you savored your first little taste of the cloud-like texture at your fingers. You were in heaven. His hair was just as fluffy and soft as you’d always imagined.

As his fingers descended down and down, removing the obstacles of every button in his way, you looked over his shoulder at the expansive, lavish bed behind him. It seemed a very long night was ahead of you.

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