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Door symbolism

There’s a lot of closing and opening of doors in Stranger Things, which yeah, duh, but I think there’s something more going on. The use of doors in media often represents the characters relationships. Letting someone in is a sign of love and openness to them. Forcing oneself through a door is a sign of disrespect and anger with the person. A locked door means someone is either trying to force the other to stay close emotionally, or is being shut out, depending on which side of the door they’re on. On the contrary, being in an unlocked closed door indicates closeness and a deep relationship with the other person. Think of the inside of a door being a characters heart or soul, and it’s interesting to see how it’s applied in the show.

El and Hopper

When Hopper first took El in, we see them entering the door to his cabin, then he quickly hides Sera's box, symbolizing him letting El into his heart, while hiding away his pain of losing Sera. Fixing up the inside of the cabin together was them metaphorically forming a bond with one another and finding love within each other. They’re both growing and healing from their past (Hopper losing Sera and El having an abusive father) and creating something new. Hopper now had a new daughter just as El now had a new father, so they had a new home.

He also uses a secret knock so he’s the only person she’d let him, he did this out of fear of her getting hurt or leaving him. This was also the point in the series when they were the most emotionally close we’ve seen them, regularly sharing breakfast, watching TV, playing games. He didn’t want her to see anyone else because he was scared of losing her, as he later says he needed her. He also expressed his fear of her growing up and changing in his letter. Hopper locking her in the cabin was him metaphorically keeping her close to him at all times, trying to stop her from growing up and possibly leaving him or getting hurt.

When Hopper came back late on Halloween, El at first refused to let him in the door, keeping it locked. And when she finally did let him in, she had brought the TV into her room and closed the door. She was angry at him, hence all the closed doors. Even the next day for breakfast, she got mad at him for lying and went into her room and slammed the door shut. Then later that day she unlocked the front door, directly disobeying Hopper, in search of Mike. When she came back, he let her in then slammed the door behind them. This connects to when Hopper later says how he would get so angry because he’s scared of losing her, again trying to force her to stay close with him. He’s locking her in because he loves her and wants to keep her close and safe. She immediately tried to go into her bedroom and close the door, but he forced it open before she could. After he grounded her from TV and Eggos, she began breaking things and slammed her door shut and locked it, officially shutting him out.

Even in the beginning of s3, she shut and locked her bedroom door when he saw her and Mike kissing. So then, what does the “3 inches” mean? Essentially, Hopper wants her to stay open with him. He wants to always have a place in her heart, which is why she kept it open all the time after she believed he died. She loved and missed him, always keeping him in her heart. When the reunited, he even walked in through the door she was keeping open 3 inches.

Mike and El

Door symbolism is first used in Mike and El’s relationship when El was going to use the bathroom and didn’t want Mike to close the door. Mike had been the first person to show genuine love and care for El, which was something she had never truly experienced before. Not wanting him to close the door was her not wanting him to shut her out, she wanted him to stay close, similar to Hopper. They later have a scene in the same bathroom, only with both of them inside and the door closed, indicating closeness and trust. This is when they had their almost-kiss. There’s also a moment where Mike locks El in the closet door to hide her from his mom. Queercoding aside, this is another Mike and Hopper parallel, hiding her and keeping her safe even if it upsets her.

Then in s2, El was looking at Mike and Max through the opposite side of a door, indicating that they weren’t on the same page, and that she was angered by what she saw. She felt closed off from Mike, and in response she tripped Max and ran. When they finally did reunite, she unlocked and walked in through a door, contrast from her previously running from him. In the beginning of s3, they’re making out in her bedroom, and she closes the door with him inside, again indicating closeness.

But then when Mike first lied to her over the phone, El walked into her room and closed the door when Hopper asked what was going on. She was hurt and confused, and that’s when she confided in Max. They went into her bedroom and closed the door, showing how El was listening closely to Max’s advice, and trusting what she was saying. El and Max spend a lot of the season being with each other behind closed doors, like when they were in El’s room having a sleepover, walking through the bus door together after El dumped Mike, or in the bathroom together cleaning up after the sauna test. This is showing how much Max means to El, and how they formed a very close bond with each other. The only other character El has spent more time with behind closed doors than Max is Hopper. Which makes the moment where he’s okay with Max and El being alone behind closed doors all the more impactful. Also worth noting is that Mike was on the opposite side of the door on during multiple of these instances. Mike walked in through and open door to talk to El at the pool, and she ended up leaving out of anger and disappointment. The door being open was a sign that although they were finally talking, they weren’t as emotionally close as they were before.

This is why it’s very important that El was on the opposite side of a closed door when Mike first said he loved her. They weren’t on the same page. After she heard what Mike said, she walked out the door and started showing interest in him again. She knocked the candy down for him and by the end of the season, they were officially back together. It’s interesting that their goodbye happened in an open door as well, and again ending with them not coming to an understanding and Mike being confused.

(Side note: Jancy’s goodbye being inside and open door was foreshadowing to their relationship becoming rocky in s4 due to Jonathan being afraid of leaving his family. Even in their conversation Nancy is coming up with fun ideas of how they could stay together, only for him to shoot them down to stay with his family)

Then there’s s4. The first time door symbolism is used is actually when Mike tried to look for El in the bathroom. The transition is what makes this so interesting, from Joyce leaving her house to get the money in order to get Hopper back, to Mike opening the bathroom door and calling El’s name. But El wasn’t in there, and he got kicked out by a bunch of other girls. This is symbolic of how Mike isn’t understanding El, or is looking in all the wrong places, connecting to when El later says Mike doesn’t understand what it’s like to be bullied like she has been. He doesn’t understand, not from lack of trying but because he just doesn’t get it. El had locked herself in the Rink O’ Mania storage closet, hiding from everyone, including Mike. This connects to her saying how she felt like everyone saw her as a monster, and that she didn’t belong anywhere. Even at dinner, she got up and left to go to her room after Mike made her angry, keeping the door open 3 inches for Hopper.

The next day when Mike goes to talk to her about what happened, the door is kept open, again signifying a lack of understanding and closeness with one another. It’s also symbolic of El’s heart missing Hopper, and how she now trusts what he says, which as she mentioned in another conversation they had behind an open door; “What if Hoppers right? If I only see you, and I’m a different species than you, than I should be with my species more” This is similar to how El feels like Mike sees her as a monster. Keep in mind that the last time her and Hopper had been together, she was under the impression that he didn’t like her relationship with Mike, so keeping the door open for him during this conversation is an interesting detail. The last time we see doors used in their relationship is at the very end of the season, when she closes the door (leaving 3 inches) in the cabin. This was when we learn that El hasn’t been talking to Mike, and has pretty much closed herself off from most people, most likely due to her feeling hopeless and guilty because of Max.

Mike and Will

Obviously there isn’t much use of doors in Mike and Will’s relationship in s1, since you know, Will was gone practically the entire season. Although it is cute how the party busts through the hospital door, finally being together again. However in s2, there’s a fair amount of door symbolism being used. In the very beginning we see Will wander out through the arcade door, then Mike coming out to get him and they walk back inside together. They were also behind a closed door with each other during the “crazy together” scene, and well as when Will opened up to him about seeing now-memories. Moments before that, Mike was knocking on the Byers door, anxious about Will’s wellbeing due to the lack of contact, as he was closed off from what was going on. Another interesting detail was the door being closed during the shed scene where they told stories to get through to Will, with most of the group being on the other side in the house. Only people who were emotionally close to Will were inside with him, Mike being one of those people.

Then in s3, Mike (and Lucas) ran out the door to buy El a gift, abandoning Will inside, showing how they’re both metaphorically and literally leaving him behind. The next day, Will started a D&D campaign that ended with him being humiliated. When he decided he’d had enough, he stormed out through the door, and Mike followed him, which is when they fight. Contrast from them previously being inside doors together when they were on the same page and understanding each other. Mike then chases Will and bangs on the Byers closed door, apologizing and pleading him to come out and talk with him. This moment parallels s2 when he felt like he was being closed off from Will. It can also be connected to s4 when Mike was looking for El in the wrong place, since Will also wasn’t where Mike was looking, the main difference being that Mike actually found Will.

They also contrast from Mike and El’s relationship with the door being open when Mike and El fought, versus the door being closed when Mike and Will made up. When Mike talked with Will in his bedroom, it was the first time we’d seen them having a heart-to-heart and being together behind closed doors since s2. They were finally on the same page again and were no longer distrustful or distant with one another. The next time they’re completely along behind closed doors is at the end of s4, when El walks out and closes the door. This is when Will starts opening up to Mike about what’s going on with him, and is likely building up to them having more moments like this.

So then, what’s the deal with all the exit signs around Mike? Doors tend to represent characters relationships with each other, but this particular detail is likely more about Mike’s relationship with himself. An exit sign is primarily there to signal an escape or a way out during an emergency. And what kind of emergency could Mike be having? Most likely, a sexuality crisis. He’s trying to escape from himself. This is also supported by the one way sign, another sign which shows the direction a person should go in order to stay safe, pointing into his open closet door. He’s trying to escape or run from his own feeling as a way to protect himself.

The Upside Down

The Upside Down was actually the reason I started looking into door symbolism in the first place. The doors opening by themselves during Will’s episodes more specifically. First at the arcade, then at his house. This is meant to show how the Upside Down was invading Will’s mind, entering without permission. His possession scene was especially interesting, since he exited the bathroom door out of his own volition, and we then see the Mind Flayer racing through the halls towards him. The Mind Flayer likely had to burst through one of the doors to enter the school, and we see Will run out through a pair of doors when trying to escape.

Another interesting detail about the Upside Down is how the tears in time and space that connect their two worlds are referred to as “gates”, or as Alexie put it, a “doorway between worlds”. Which means when the gate is closed, you can think of it as a closed door. The right side up world and the Upside Down are opposites to each other, so they always stay on opposite sides of the door. It’s been referenced as being “the other side” on multiple occasions, first from Mike, then the Hero’s song, the comic about Will in the Upside down is called The Other Side, and even Steve in s4 referred to their world as the other side. The right side up and the Upside down can never truly be one and the same, close the door and the connection will break. Even the naming of the Upside Down suggests this - the underside of the D&D board could never be the top side, they’ll always be on opposite sides. Despite the fact that the Upside Down is now leaking into Hawkins, once the gate is closed everything from the UD dies in their world.

Noteworthy mentions

Max was holding her locker door open when Dustin and Lucas asked her to go trick or treating, showing that she was, in fact, interested and paying attention. However, she slammed it shut afterwards and walked away, since she originally wasn’t planning on going. She only decided to go after Billy nearly ran them over and felt bad since she actually did secretly want to go, and didn’t want them to believe she had any malicious intent towards them.

When character's are getting Vecna’d, all the doors are blocked off. They’re essentially trapped in their own mind, much like how Brenner told El that her mind was a prison. This connects to the moment where El is trying to escape from her memories when she’s first put in NINA, constantly running through all the different doors, but they all lead to the rainbow room. This also connects to Funshine claiming that Kali “freed” them all, first pointing to his head, then to his heart. Being unaccepting of oneself often leads to them being trapped in their own head.

Will has a NO TRESPASSING sign on his door, showing how he only lets in people he trusts. This is especially supported by the fact that the only characters we’ve seen on the other side of the sign has been Joyce, Jonathan, Hopper and Mike (other than the time the time the people from the lab were literally trespassing to take pictures of his drawings). Castle Byers is also password protected. This implies Will is selective with who he opens up to, which is supported by his claim that everyone treats him differently and by him implying to Mike how it’s scary for him to open up about how he really feels.

During their fight, Jason told Lucas about how he “never should have let him in the door” to which Lucas responded with “and I never should have knocked”. They’re talking about how Lucas approached Jason and the basketball team, something he did because he didn’t want to be made fun of anymore. This is Lucas saying he regrets ever trying to change who he is just to be socially acceptable. Lucas realized just how truly terrible Jason was wondered why he ever wanted to be like him. “Letting him in the door” meant Jason gave him the opportunity to become popular like he was, and as we saw, Jason trusted him in the beginning. It’s also a neat detail that once they realized Lucas tricked them, he was running out the door, officially letting himself out and breaking free.

When Nancy and Jonathan first got together, they were at first both behind separate closed doors. They both walked out at the same time and met in the middle, both trying to reassure themselves and each other that Murray was wrong and they didn’t have feelings for each other. They then went back into their decided rooms and closed the doors, showing how they were on the same page, but both were closing themselves off emotionally. Then, finally, they met in the middle again, only this time Jonathan kissed her. They shared a passionate kiss, then stepped back into Nancy’s room together and closed the door.

When Lucas told Max the truth about what happened, it was the first time they were alone behind closed doors together. She didn’t believe him, so she walked out the door, and Lucas followed. And once she did start to believe him, Billy showed up and she told him not to follow her out. This is symbolic of her being afraid of Billy knowing that her and Lucas are friends, and scared that he would hurt them. So she tells him to stay behind closed doors. where they’re safe to hang out together, hidden from Billy’s view. Lucas is on the inside of the door, aka the inside of her heart, because she cares about him and wants him safe and close. Of course, Lucas didn’t listen and ran out the doors as soon as they started driving away, foreshadowing to them openly being friends with each other by the end of the season, despite Billy.

There’s also a lot of instances of doors being broken down, most of which involving the monsters. The Demogorgon would quite literally break through the barrier between worlds, such as the Byers ceiling as well at the school wall. It also broke down the door between the party and itself, as well as attempted to force the door between itself and Hopper open. Flayed Billy burst through the sauna door when they trapped him in there to discover whether or not he was possessed. One destroyed all the doors at the lab and killed the kids inside. El broke down the door to the NINA project to save her friends when Brenner tried to force her to stay.

There are SO many other uses of door symbolism, but I think this has gone on long enough. And I’m sure there some moments I’m forgetting about so if you can think of any cool use of doors I’d love to hear it!

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rakiah · 1 year

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THANK YOU WRITERS FOR BEING THAT RESPONSIVE

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beauceronn · 4 months

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Me: be patient

Also me: *refreshing my email every 20 minutes*

#tomorrow ill be doing dog stuff all day so i wont have the chance god bless 🙏#im also hopefully starting handling classes next week!#which is why i really need to start setting up a store to sell my art #on account of im literally on a 5 month timer before i get kicked out #on a lighter note also hopefully joining a local kennel club so thats cool!#im so stressed genuinely i feel miserable and anxious but alas so it goes.#minimum wage here is reasonable but not really when you consider how much i am paying for gas to drive to work/school/dog stuff #im just very lost. obviously cant work this job forever because it is so physically taxing and inconsistent but i dont have any other -#- options #like how do i begin going about peddling my art? how do i begin building a portfolio?#i HAVE a website but im not even sure what to post #what to write about #etc etc etc #i am a good writer too! i know im a good writer but i just dont know what to write ABOUT #what interests people?#what would people want me to do a deep dive on?#the blessing of being autistic means i love everything about purebred dogs and love doing deep dives on different topics #the curse of being autistic is i can leave no stone unturned and then it becomes overwhelming and i cant put everything into a cohesive -#- piece.#anyway. my situation is not unique but it is to me and the doom and gloom is setting in #apologies if you read this far.

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drbtinglecannon · 7 months

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Just finished a long multi-chapter fic from almost a decade ago of an old ship I used to love and now I'm lying here like "now what"

#I was reading it for the last couple days and now it's over but also it's been over for 7+ yrs before I ever found it #anyway no art lasts forever but it will always have value & bring joy to people even long after it was made & I'm having Feelings™ about it #I only ever go on ffn if I'm TRULY desperate and damn I'm glad I did because that's how I found this fic. bless that writer for actually #finishing a long slow burn fic I always fail at doing that haha. I left a review but I don't see it on the fic so idk if it worked but I #hope they maybe see it & know their piece from years ago still made someone happy #anyway leave a comment on a fic you love if you can even if it's many years old

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shmaptainwrites · 10 months

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rereading old fics can be so personal

#mimi chats #felt nostalgic and went thru old comments on some of my favourite pieces #and i just #miss having that presence and interaction i guess #but also so happy that i got that opportunity #and also to express myself in that kind of way that was different from what a lot of other writers were doing #like till forever falls apart and i bless the rains #both so special to me #and to think one came from a weird itch to write some th ont based off africa by tot #and it endinf up beinf so poetic and thematic??#yeah anyways i’m just getting sentimental #and i kinda miss being in slightly bigger fandoms

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midshipmank · 2 years

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who was responsible for the cover design of the nyrb classics imprint & do they know they’re doing g-d’s work

#they’re so pretty i want to eat them #also the entire imprint is on a blessed mission tbh publishing what they do #for those who don’t know: they publish mostly out of print ‘classics’#and/or translations that have either never been done before or badly needed to be redone #they have the weirdest most eclectic collection and i want all of them #some well-known writers too but most less known #they’re responsible for bringing a lot of sylvia townsend warner’s stuff back into print which is how i first discovered them #if anyone was looking for a lesbian communist writer from the 1930s #on their website they’re like these are the kind of books you wouldn’t find in class but will read once & remember forever #& it’s like yeah i Do remember summer will show #more than any other book i read for british women writers #what a weird book #compells me though #books

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neil-gaiman · 7 months

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this may come off very blunt and out of the blue, but i need an answer and i can't ask anyone i know, so i apologise profusely if you find this derogatory in any way possible.

i'm 14 and i found out what death means when i was 3 and living with my grandparents. i figured that when someone dies, you can't see them anymore. you can't talk to them, you can't laugh with them. they aren't there anymore. and i cried. i cried so hard i vomited.

ever since i've struggled to think about death and what lies beyond. i'm scared. of growing up, of dying, of seeing people around me die. and i don't know what to do.

i know this will likely get lost among the hundreds of thousands of asks in you inbox, but if by fate you read this, please tell me

how does it feel when someone you know dies?

hank you, and i apologise once again if this is disrespectful. i know it's a pretty deranged thing to ask, especially to a well-known writer who has gone through life. i'm sorry if this brings up sad memories, but i need an answer.

all the best to you and everyone around you, mr neil.

Mostly it feels terrible. It even feels terrible when it’s someone who has been in a lot of pain for a long time or has not really been there for a long time and you know that Death has in some ways been a blessing: suddenly you are mourning the whole person.

It doesn’t get easier as you age. It gets stranger. The point where you realise how many people you used to know and like who aren’t there any longer, and you cannot talk to them or see them or laugh with them is painful in a way that I had never expected. The first time that someone you had a romantic relationship with dies and you realise that there had been moments both of you shared and now you are the sole custodian of those moments and one day you will be gone and they will be lost forever is peculiarly strange and hard.

But there is a comfort. And it’s the realisation that you aren’t alone in any of this. Everybody who lives will die. And we are here and doing things because other people died to make room for us, and we in our turn will die to make room for our children and their children and on and on.

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as-is-above-so-below · 1 year

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The Captain - Simon Riley x Sniper!Reader, Wife!Reader

Knackered & Insatiable

summary: Ghost’s sniper wife (reader) joins Task Force 141 on an op, against his wishes warning: MDNI, mentions of violence and death (ofc), blood, SMUT Note: I cannot believe how much you guys LOVED Part 1!!! I've written three pieces in my life (check out my Ao3 for my other works lol) and none of them have ever gotten this much of a response. Thank you so much for your praise and overwhelming support, it really means a lot to me as a first-time writer :) Enjoy and blessed be! << Previous | Next >>

Ghost swirled the drink in his glass before lifting his mask up just enough to sip his whiskey. The team had insisted on getting to know his wife before they returned to England and Ghost “stole her away forever”, as they’d put it. He knew damn well, now that she’d met everyone, there wasn’t a chance in Hell she would let that happen. And while he may put on a good show of being a grump about it, secretly, he was glad. It was almost nice to see her mingling with his frie–team over a few drinks (hers being a bottle of water) and a football (she would call it a “soccer ball”, but he digressed).

He watched Soap, Gaz, and Freyja bobbing around the open space, kicking the ball back and forth, occasionally playing keep away. Gaz slid at her in an attempt to knock the ball loose from her control, which she swiftly countered and danced around him, laughing maniacally as the man shouted at her in protest. His lips tugged at the corner in a grin, shaking his head lightly at her antics.

She’d dressed down into her standard t-shirt but kept her boots and uniform pants on, her hair tied back out of her face. Without her gear or outerwear, even her oversized shirt, her bump protruded slightly where the shirt tucked into her belt. He’d been told that every person carried differently; her bump was small, due in part to her exercise regimen. God, he’d missed her.

He’d even been gracious enough to allow her time to gossip with his teammates, spilling (some) details about their relationship. How they met (work), who made the first move (classified), how Simon proposed (he didn’t); so gracious that he let a few embarrassing remarks slip past his radar.

Just a few.

“Did you know he has stretch marks–”

He whistled through his teeth. “Oi, watch it,” he warned, jerking his hand in front of his neck as to say ‘cut it’.

“But the stretch marks, Si!”

Ghost’s eyes traced her movements, wild hands pointing at her thighs, hips, underarms, and knees. He chastised her with a warning sound, and the three huddled together in whispers, no doubt continuing to quietly discuss topics they shouldn’t. He had a feeling he would be seeing a lot more of his fellow soldiers outside of the base. They eventually continued their game again.

Price took a seat next to him on the bench. Ghost said nothing. “How far along are you now?”

He took a deep breath, calming himself. Bold of Price to ask about the child he willingly endangered. “Fourteen weeks.”

John’s head bobbed, and he leaned back against the building behind them with his arms crossed. “Still struggling with the morning sickness, I see?”

That much was obvious. “The doctor said it should clear up soon. Usually only lasts ‘til ‘bout now,” he explained, still not meeting his eyes, choosing to follow his wife.

Silence passed between the two, the chirps of native bugs and shenanigans from the team filling the air.

The weight of his upper body on his forearms became uncomfortable, and Ghost sat back too. He sighed through his nose, keeping his sight forward. “I didn’t ask you not to call her for this job as your Lieutenant. I asked as your friend.”

John hesitated, mulling over the fact as he carefully chose his next words. He didn’t come up with much. “I know. I’m sorry.” What else was there to say?

Nothing.

Ghost nodded once, satisfied, and threw back the remains of his drink. The most important thing was that she was okay now. He knew the Captain was desperate for another player on that mission, and he was confident Price wouldn’t do it again.

Price seemed to understand that he had been forgiven. “Want another?”

“Negative, sir. She’ll lose steam in a minute.”

Sure enough, as predicted, she gave up her game and relented the ball to Kyle. Soap cheered with his arms in the air, sloshing his beer a bit with the motion. Freyja looked over her shoulder at him and raised a brow, eyes shifting toward their building. He acknowledged her request as she wished the others a good night's rest, rising to follow her to bed. Ghost fell into step a few paces behind her when a sharp whistle caught his ear. He turned his shoulder to look, and saw Soap with his hand out, gripping an imaginary leash with his tongue out as Gaz walked ahead of him like a dog.

He flipped them off and continued behind her.

~*~

The minute they returned to his quarters, Freyja had thrown herself down onto the bed like a sack of potatoes, not even bothering to strip out of her uniform. Ghost took her idea and, in his uniform, carefully straddled her waist. He offered her each of his hands, and she immediately went to work removing his gloves, smiling warmly at him. She gingerly traced the outline of his lips through his mask, a questioning look in her eyes. He accepted and tilted his chin up, allowing her to slip under the edge of the mask, drawing it up and off his head, leaving him with just the black paint on his face. Freyja plopped it on the headboard above them with his gloves.

“There he is.” Her cheeks were warm and rosy from the dry heat of the area, and all of the jogging she did outside.

“Hi, sweethear’.”

She tugged him down by his blonde locks at the nape of his neck, capturing his lips in hers. He dropped his weight onto his forearms, keeping away from her belly while his lips moved slowly against hers. A month had passed since he saw her, let alone touched her. However, when she nipped fiercely at his bottom lip, pulling a soft moan from Simon–

“Love,” he groaned, forcing himself to break away, as much as it pained him. “I don’t have it in me right now. I’m absolutely knackered.”

Freyja turned up a brow at him. “Wow. I’ve never heard that one before. Are you okay?” she asked, rubbing her thumbs against his cheekbones.

His head leaned into her touch, melting in the palms of her hands. The effect she had on him was something he’d never experienced before and was what drew him to the soldier. Quick and cunning, skilled and strong, but also impossibly loving and soft and gentle. Nobody had ever shown him the kind of attention she did, and he found himself craving it when they would inevitably separate for deployment.

He didn’t want to argue with his wife again after not seeing each other for so long, but the pit in Simon’s chest wasn’t budging either. Simon sighed and turned his head, pressing a kiss to her fingers. “I was serious when I said I’m pissed.”

“Simon, I know I shouldn’t have–”

“No, just– let me talk.” He brushed a loose hair from her forehead. “I…I don’t ask much of you. I asked – no, told you to do one thing. To stay home and protect our baby.”

Her brows pinched together, maintaining eye contact with him. “Simon, I can take care of myself,” she whispered, a bit confused.

“I know you can. I’ve seen you in the field, seen what you can do. You’re capable of slaughtering dozens of men at a time without breaking a sweat.” Simon rolled his shoulders to move off of her, laying on his back to stare at the ceiling. He rarely got so upset with her, if ever. Even rarer that he became a stuttering mess that couldn’t string a sentence together properly. He hated the feeling. “Why did you do tha’? What if you’d gotten hurt? What if someone comes after you when I’m not around? Wh–”

“Stop. You’re spiraling again.” Freyja turned onto her side, worried eyes studying his features. He’d picked up the habit since the pregnancy tests (seven of them to be exact) turned positive. “I–I know I messed up. I’m so, so sorry, Si. I didn’t…didn’t want to hurt you. I promise I won’t go out again. I just–” Her eyes watered, and she dragged the heel of her palm against the dampness on her cheek. “I’m h-having such a hard time. I love this baby, but I feel so–so useless just sitting at home.”

Oh, sweetheart… “Budge up,” Simon muttered, his voice gravelly as he tapped her thigh and scooched down a bit himself. His right arm slipped under her hip while the other tugged her shirt up to reveal their growing baby. Simon smiled softly at the sight and peppered kisses all over her bump. He eventually nuzzled into her chest and draped her leg over his hip before wrapping that arm around her waist. “I’m sorry I ‘aven’t been round. I know how much you miss work. But just look at this precious thing you’re making, Frey; you’re creating a whole person in there. My strong, drop-dead gorgeous wife and beautiful son–”

“Or daughter.”

Simon’s deep chuckle vibrated against her chest and belly, warmth blooming there. “Right. Or daughter,” he pressed another kiss to her chest. “You’re the strongest person I know. Just you watch. I’ll be home for a good long while now; we can work something out with Price, and get you some desk duty so you’re not sat at home twiddlin’ your thumbs all day. Keep you busy, yeah?”

Freyja nodded in agreement, smiling down at her husband. “Okay,” she croaked, sniffling a bit.

“Good. Now go to sleep, love. I really am knackered.”

“I love you, Simon.”

“I love you too, Frey.”

~*~

Soap rapped his knuckles against the door for his Lieutenant’s quarters after (again) failing to locate Captain Riley in hers. He waited for a breath and was about to knock again when he heard an affirming grunt from the other side of the door.

“Aye, if I see any naked bodies–” He poked his head into the room, finding the two tangled up in each other. Fully clothed, thankfully. He barely caught the bare strip of Simon’s cheek from his angle. He immediately piped down when he realized she was still sleeping. “Lieutenant?”

“Wot?” he grumbled, not moving from his comfortable position. Soft and warm.

John remained silent, eyes shifting between Simon and the sleeping body next to him.

“What do you need, Sergeant.”

“I don’t want to wake ‘er, sir,” he whispered in a hushed voice. He truly didn’t want to face the consequences of waking a pregnant Riley. He was, however, less worried about the wrath of his Lieutenant and more about his other half.

Simon turned his chin up slightly, focusing on her steady, soft breaths and even heartbeat. In the first weeks of her pregnancy, before leaving for deployment, she had taken to sleeping like a rock. Obviously, that fact was still true. He settled back into her t-shirt.

“She’s fine. Speak.”

Soap hesitated but took his word for it. “Ah, Captain said we’re good to go. Wheels up in thirty.”

He grunted again, still unmoving. ”Alright. We’ll be ready.”

He could sense the Scot still stuck in his doorway, continuing to disturb his peace, and his irritation grew. “Quit hoverin’, Johnny. I said we’ll be ready. Get out,” he all but growled.

“Sorry, sir.” Soap turned to leave but stopped himself. “Almost fo’got, wanted to give ya’s a warnin’, it’s pishin’ it doon out there.”

His patience had grown thin and irritability impossibly higher. “Speak. English.”

Soap’s mouth opened with a turned lip, just about to quip a snarky retort–

“It’s raining fuckin’ hard.”

His eyes blew wide, jaw dangled loosely, staring at the previously silent form the soft, sleepy voice came.

“Thank you, love.”

“I—How— Beg your pardon?” John stuttered, pointing between Freyja and Ghost in utter shock.

Her grip on her husband tightened with a groan, eyes fluttering as she tried to adjust to the morning light. “What? What did I do?” she mumbled, curving her back inward to stretch, her neck popping.

“But–I don’t– You know Scots?”

“Oh. I suppose. Cannae ge’ the accent righ’, though,” she said, exhibiting what was indeed her very poor attempt at a Scottish accent.

Still, he gawked at them, unmoving. He eventually snapped out of his reverie, a wicked smile creeping onto his face. “Jesus, I’m sorry Lt. but I think I’m gettin’ hard,” he teased, the tip of his tongue sticking out between his teeth.

Simon blindly reached for the mask above his head, scooting up a bit for a quick kiss before slipping it on. The black war paint around his eyes remained, but more worn and smudged with sleep. The Sergeant Oooh’d in the background. “Johnny, what did I tell you ‘bout flirting wit’ my wife?” He swung his legs over the side of the bed in a sitting position.

Freyja followed him, sitting up and pressing her chest against Simon’s back. She wrapped her arms around him, rubbing her palms across his sternum and abdomen, fingers dipping into the ridges of his muscles. “Simon, you really shouldn’t make threats you don’t intend to keep,” she pressed her lips against the warm skin at the back of his neck. He hummed softly, leaning back into her.

“Who said I won’t?”

“Alright, alright, I’m not tryna cock-block,” Soap threw his hands up in defense, backing out of the doorway. “I’m goin’. Tarmac in thirty.”

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the couple alone again. Simon moved to stand but was immediately restricted by her arms and legs as she whined. “Can I help you?” he asked, settling back down and glancing at her over his shoulder.

Freyja rose to her knees and tugged at his shirt, untucking it from his waistband. “Maybe,” she said against the side of his throat. “Depends.”

“On?”

“Are you Simon,” her fingers pressed into his waist. She licked a stripe on his thrumming pulse before closing her mouth over the spot, sucking generously. Simon hissed through his teeth and dropped his head against her shoulder. “Or Ghost?”

“God, you are insatiable.”

“Only when you don’t give me what I want.”

“And wha’s that?”

“Been a while since you fucked me stupid, yeah?”

A deep growl tore from him, and he whipped around, pouncing on her. The balaclava and skull plate flew across the room. His lips crushed hers, teeth and tongues smashing together. Rough fingers wrapped around her throat, holding her down to the mattress as he leaned over her. “Your British is fuckin’ shit.”

“Mmm, what’re you gonna do about it?” she challenged, smirking against his mouth. She loved instigating him, even more so now that her hormones were through the roof. The last week at home had been almost unbearable.

Freyja’s eyelids flickered at the sudden pressure, not enough to cut off oxygen but enough to effectively shut her up. She felt her walls flutter at the sensation, a puddle forming in her underwear.

“Good girl,” Simon practically purred, dragging his lips down to the underside of her chin, nipping at the skin, followed by a soothing lick at the affected spot. His free hand crawled down her body, rising and falling over the various curves before stopping at her pants. “Is this what you want?”

She nodded vigorously, so he swiftly unfastened the fatigues and dove his hand in. “Mmm, so needy for me. I’ve barely even started, sweetheart,” he slipped two fingers through her soaked lips, sucking a bruise at her throat. He ground his aching bulge against the edge of the bed, searching for some relief. Simon swirled tight but lazy circles around her clit with her collected juices, getting a muffled moan. “Like that?”

“Mhm…”

“Use your words, Frey.”

“F-Fuck– Need you, Si, n-now.”

He cocked his head to the side, releasing her throat to unbutton and unzip his pants. “Already? I’m feelin’ a bit, peckish love. Not gonna let me have a taste?” He slid down to his knees, nibbling down over her t-shirt and pulling the zipper of her pants.

“NO!” She shouted, and his eyes shot up to hers with a brow quirked. “N-No, I need you to fuck me. Please, Simon,” she begged, her voice desperate.

“Fast and hard, eh? A’right.” Simon stood, then hooked his hands behind her knees, yanked her to the edge of the bed, and flipped her over, her feet firmly planted on the floor. “Careful,” he pressed softly against her bump, keeping her stomach off the bed.

The sniper growled at him, starting to get frustrated. “Simon, I swear to fucking God– Ah!” she squeaked when a much firmer hand shoved her face into the mattress.

“Naughty girl… I’m getting there. Be patient,” he ordered. He waited until she showed her understanding with another sharp nod. Simon finally pulled her pants and panties down to her knees. “Fuckin’ Hell,” he moaned, admiring the view as he dropped his pants enough to pull himself out, giving himself a few strokes. “Who’s this cunt belong to?” he asked, dragging the tip through her folds.

“You, it's all yours!”

Eager to please, Simon rested one palm on the small of her back as the other slowly eased himself into her. His head dropped back, unable to help the soft moans and whimpers at her walls around him. “F-fuck, never get sick of this sweet cunt,” he stilled himself in her when he bottomed out. “Not even in you for a second ‘n I already wanna cum.”

She pulled her hips forward, desperate for him to move and, as promised, fuck her senseless. Bruising fingers gripped the extra flesh at her hip with a groan. “Naughty,” he repeated, drawing out of her to the tip before diving back in just as slowly. “Maybe if ya beg some more, I’ll give it to ya.”

Freyja whined as his cock dragged painstakingly slowly along her insides. “P-please, please fuck me, Simon. I need your cock so bad. I’m desperate,” she begged, her hands shaking as she gripped the scratchy blanket under her with white knuckles. “Been w-waiting so long for you to come home, please!”

Simon twitched inside her, his wife’s begging scratching just the right spot in his brain. “Ngh, fuck Frey.” He slammed into her, his eyes rolling into the back of his head while he started a steady pace.

“God, Simon, ‘s so good–”

“Look at me,” he said, turning her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Say it again…My name.”

Her smirk almost immediately wiped off her face when he brushed her clit again, eliciting another breathy, gasped moan. “Simon!”

“Mmm, again.”

“S-Simon…fuck!”

“Cum for me, love, cum on my cock. Wanna feel you–”

She stared into his eyes, the sounds of his hips slapping her hips, the wet sounds of her sex thrumming between them, and her heavy pants thrumming between them until she finally pulsed around him, her pitch kicking up an octave. “Ah, Simon, I-I’m cumming, fuck!”

“Jesus fuck–! Y/N, Y/N,” he whined, choking on her name as the tight coil inside him snapped and spilled into her, his hips stuttering. Simon’s chest rested against her back when he dropped his hand next to her for support. He stilled, echoing her name over and over while he pumped her full of his cum. She was grinning back at him over her shoulder and dragging her nails up and down his forearm, humming at the warm pool inside her.

Simon slid his free hand under the back of her shirt, stroking between her shoulder blades. They stood unmoving, panting, staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity. His spend was starting to creep out around him, turning into milky drops threatening to break free and fall to the floor. He could stay like that forever, her gaze holding his as he warmed his cock in her–

“Hey Ghost–”

THUNK

The tip of a black combat knife sank into the soft wood of the door frame, a breath away from his nose. Kyle stopped short of passing through the threshold, the door only open a crack. “Bad time, got it,” he said, his voice cracking a bit before the door clicked shut again. “Sorry!” his voice muffled by the door between them before his footsteps scurried away.

Freyja giggled and pressed her face into the mattress, attempting to stifle her laughter.

“Not funny.”

“Really? I thought it was a little bit funny, Lieutenant,” she said, wiggling her hips against his. Simon’s breath hitched, and both hands shot back to stop the movement.

“Ey, none’a that. Be a good girl or you won’t be getting a thing out of me later,” he threatened, raising a blonde brow in challenge. She pouted up at him in return but nodded with a disgruntled Fine, slowly leaning forward until he popped out of her with a groan. The woman eased herself up until she stood fully and turned to face him, standing on her tiptoes to reward him with a sweet, lazy kiss. When Simon was least expecting, she swiped a finger along his dick, causing him to jerk at his sensitivity, collecting their mixed fluids before popping the digit into her mouth. “You’re a minx, y’know that?”

“Mhm.”

“Hn.” He pulled her panties and underwear back up for her, fingers lovingly caressing their growing baby when he went to button them again. He wasn’t proud to admit that he hadn’t reacted well to the initial news of his wife’s pregnancy. Simon had never wanted children or a family before her, given his experiences with his own as a child. The last thing he wanted was to turn out like his father, an abusive, mean drunk with a violent streak and an inclination for scaring the pants off little Simon.

That all changed at their first ultrasound. The soft thrum of the baby’s heartbeat echoed off the walls of the small room and burned into his mind on a constant playback. His baby. Their baby.

Mine.

He supposed the second-trimester hormones were a nice touch, too.

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Hello sweetness! I am here to requests something from you, feel free to ignore since I know you probably have so many requests right now. But I’m back in my hotd faze and wanted one of my favorite writers to write something. <3

Could I request a Lucerys Velaryon where he is newly betrothed to a lovely girl, us, who he falls head over hells for. The two being very sweet to one another, and the reader being scared to be married to a prince but he is there always. But the plot is about how closer to the wedding date the reader is trying back on her dress and just dreaming and Luke comes in and sees it? I really love lovestoke Luke! Please and thank you.

-Love, Ash.

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★amira speaks! : hello my lovely !! 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 Oh my god, you have NO idea how happy I felt when I got your request on my askbox 🥺 I made this as fluffy as possible for one of my favourite writers too, and I hope you enjoy your reading, darling! 💕 — summary : [ — ✧ request. ] — word count : 2.5k

— genre : purely fluff. — pairing : lucerys velaryon x reader.

The word ‘betrothal’ had always been a term that frightened you.

From a young age, you had learned that betrothals were most often — actually, it was always — done as an act of political convenience; to ally different Houses together and strengthen their bond. Knowing it was an unwanted marriage, and often women were unhappily stuck in them, you forever kept yourself reluctantly terrified towards the idea of having to marry a Prince, or a Lord by the time you were a grown girl; not wanting to suffer.

And by the time it was your turn to get betrothed, your parents and yourselves travelled to Dragonstone, preparing to meet the Prince you would be married to in a future. Such overwhelming nerves and fright seemed to burden you more than anything during your entire journey, feeling as if you could melt right in the spot, with a desperate need to get out of there.

But fortunately for you, by the time you reached Dragonstone, you had been blessed with an eternally loving, timid young Prince. It was none other than the secondborn son of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, the future Lord of Driftmark: Lucerys Velaryon.

You had all been warmly welcomed by the Targaryen Princess herself, whom immediatly made you feel comforted as you noticed her tender, sweet nature around you — treating you as if you were her own daughter. And by her side, awkwardly stood Lucerys. It was nearly impossible to ignore him, feeling his gaze fixed on you the entirety of the time as you were received by House Targaryen.

Much like you, it was quite notorious the young Prince carried a timid nature. By the moment your gaze met with his own gorgeous, vivid green hazel eyes, he rapidly adverted his stare elsewhere, shyly smiling to himself and trying to hide the fluster that kept growing on his pale face as the seconds passed. Luke had both of his arms hidden behind his back at that moment, yes, but you could still tell that he was nervously fidgeting with his own hands and fingers. Gods, you were such a pretty, graceful lady, and Lucerys was already over the moon for you despite having merely shared a brief moment of eye contact together.

The idea of having to leave your home to live with your betrothed was, initially, a complicated thought to process; especially during the first days of your staying in Dragonstone despite how kind and patient everyone treated you. But of course, as you were often sat next to Lucerys during dinner and had some small chats together throughout the day — as awkward as they were in the beginning — you were quick in taking a liking for the future Velaryon Lord. Most definitely, it was his endearingly shy self the one that had carved it’s own way into your heart, and the one that managed to completely twist in a good way your sense of frighten at the thought of the word ‘betrothal’.

Tranquil, leisure strolls through the gardens, hours of reading to one another together, and sneaky late night talks was how you both spent your days until your wedding ceremony arrived. And even, Luke had gone as far as teaching you some High Valyrian so you would know the language and culture of his own family.

Of course, the nervousness regarding your marriage and the wedding continously lingered in you, gnawing every bit of your mind despite having a perfectly sweet relationship with Lucerys. And knowing how you felt, becoming used to freely speak up your mind whenever you were alone together, Luke never failed to comfort and soothe you by expressing his own nerves, but at the same time, reassuring you that he was certain all would go more than well as every preparation for the occassion had been carefully organisated properly.

It was the warmth that the Velaryon Prince constantly offered to you, that made you be over the moon and clouds for him, just in the exact way he felt around you. It had taken no time for you to become his ‘gevie rūklon’ — his pretty flower, being as delicately graceful as the petal of a rose. The one he was more than eager to cherish and show his undying adoration with each day that passed, and you couldn’t help but often thank the Seven for blessing you with such a loving future Lord Husband. With each passing day, you found yourself balancing between the thin string of feeling jittery, and an increasing zeal the closer you were to your wedding day.

And there you stood two nights before your official wedding date, staring at yourself in front of the mirror, simultaneously swinging between such emotions that equally made your heart violently pound against your chest in a way that your hands were visibly trembling. Softly, you adjusted the silk wedding dress that they had prepared just for yourself. As expected, you had already tried the dress on the moment the seamstresses were finished with sewing the very last details — but you were allured into trying it again, imagining how everything would go and practising for the official date.

Faintly, a soft sigh escaped from your nostrils, with a little grin tugging at the corner of your lips. Both your hands were clasped in front of your body, grasping the delicate texture of your dress against your skin. Your breathing became hitched softly, processing the thought of becoming officially married to a future Lord whom you already wholeheartedly adored.

You had spent endless hours in front of your mirror, reading your own wedding vows to yourself and making sure that you wouldn’t either stutter, mess up, or stumble upon your words. And even so, despite already knowing by heart your vows to your betrothed, you still continued to re-read them again, or mentally repeat it.

Your gaze lingered on the ground for a few seconds, admiring quietly the dedication the seamstresses put into your wedding dress, before you managed to raise it to stare at your own face. A nervous frowny grin tugged at the corner of your lips, feeling a flustered heat creeping to your cheeks. As your chambers were silent, the only thing you could ever hear was the sound of your heartbeat increasing by the passing of the seconds, along your soft huffing.

Overall, digging deeper beyond the obvious nerves you felt, there was an immeasurable feeling of joy. The thought of having been blessed with such an endearing future Lord Husband, who had also became your best friend and companion, brought a warming comfort in you that made you eager to the official wedding day. The sight of your own reflection on your dress was more than enough for you to helplessly wander through your own daydreaming.

Dumbfoundedly, your grin became wider as you could already imagine how your wedding would go. And not only you daydreamt about the wedding feast, the way you would be delightfully surrounded by your family, closest relatives, and perhaps how other Lord and Ladies would attend the celebration — but as well, you couldn’t help but imagine how joyful you would be spending the rest of your days by his side, pampering one another with tender caresses, and soft kisses.

Having one another for the joyful and sorrowful moments in your life, and even, having precious little children of your own surrounding both of you. The early prospect you had of how your marriage would be made you nearly melt from adoration. Your gaze remained fixed in your own reflection, smiling to yourself as your mind solely focused and dreamed of what was yet to come.

The door of your chambers were swung open swiftly, yet quietly — provoking a faint creaking sound before it was closed shut. Upon hearing the faint noise, you were quick in snapping out of your little daydreaming, adverting your gaze towards the person entering the quarters. It was, of course, none other than your betrothed; as he had gotten used to entering your chambers in the middle of the night without even knocking, especially when he couldn’t sleep.

A heated dark shade of red crept in your face, gulping timidly as soon as you made eye contact with Luke through the reflection of the mirror. Before managing to mutter a word, his green hazel eyes were fixed on you. The way you so gracefully stood in front of the mirror, using the wedding dress prepared just for yourself that was adorned with dragons and dragonscales imagery, made him awkwardly stand at your door.

Part of him wished to advert his gaze elsewhere, in a poor attempt to hide his overwhelmingly shy fluster; but another part of him, insisted on remaining with his stare on you. Gods, you were such a precious girl— how could he not swoon over you, like he always did? And seeing you in such a beautifully detailed wedding dress made his heart skip one, or two beats. Needless it was to mention the fact that since you were two days away from officially getting married, that already provoked on him some sleepless nights; and seeing you wearing that wedding dress made him feel as if he could melt right there.

The first time you had tried on your wedding dress, he didn’t have the opportunity to take a peek of how you would look. But now, curiousity was eased delightfully. If anything, it served to fuel his already undying adoration for your sweetly graceful nature.

Clearing his throat shyly, his green eyes gazed down to the floor. Both his hands were clasped in front of his body. “I’m... Sorry,” he began speaking meekly. Noticing the timid fluster notoriously creeping on his pale skin made you have to fight back a giggle. “Am I interrupting something, my love?” his eyes lingered on the ground, before reluctanctly gazing up at you shyly. You shook your head in response, before being able to mutter a response.

“Good.” with soft footsteps, Luke approached you. “You can’t sleep, too?” a scoff escaped from you, fixing your gaze on his features as he walked towards you very slowly. “Is it too obvious?” you inquired back teasingly as a helpless grin appeared on your lips, getting a chuckle from him as a response. “I can tell, my love.” as soon as Lucerys stood by your side — noticing him slightly taller than usual —, his green eyes stared at you through the reflection.

The way Luke so endearingly admired how precious you looked for your wedding ceremony made you want to squirm under his gaze, and giggle like a little girl with a crush. “I haven’t been able to sleep either,” his arms remained behind his back, feeling as if his staring to your reflection wouldn’t allow him to do anything else, just... Stare foolishly in love. “Our wedding ceremony is two nights away, and I feel restless.”

Seeing you in the wedding dress was too alluring to get lost in the daydreaming of your near future together. His smile seemed sheepish as his green eyes carefully observed every inch of yourself, treasuring you as his future Lady Wife. You had rapidly turned into his greatest pride, and Luke knew he would eventually show you off to everyone. Not like he wasn’t already doing so, either way.

“But overall...” his arms appeared from behind his back, walking to stand behind of you. Gently, his arms wrapped themselves around your waist, pulling you tightly against his chest in an adoring way. The warmth of his firm embrace was soothing, as he placed his chin on the crook of your neck, moving his stare towards your reflection once again. “I’m proud of having you as my future Wife.”

Of course, all his compliments were genuine — but most of the time, Lucerys appreciated seeing you become flustered at his displays of affection. Your hands were placed on his arms, caressing them gently. “You look more than beautiful,” he cooed, nuzzling the tip of his nose softly against your skin, “I can’t wait until our wedding ceremony. I know you will be such a loving wife and companion, as you already are.” with his words, his lips placed soft kisses on your skin, moving from your neck, to your cheek.

And in his words, there was no lacking in honestly. Each time his eyes took a peek at you, especially at the current moment where you tried back on your dress, his breathing got stuck on his throat; with his heart pounding loudly against his chest. Your giggles with each one of his loving kisses encouraged Lucerys to keep going, and if it were possible, he would shower you in his kisses eternally.

A contented growl spurred from your lips, craning your head lazily towards him, managing to place your lips on the skin of his rosy cheeks. “Sometimes I wonder, what have I done to possibly be blessed by the Seven to earn such a sweet, and attentive betrothed such as yourself?” you could feel his smiling lips grasping against your skin, holding a protective grip around your body.

Sighing, he managed to rest his chin on the crook of your neck, trying to catch his own breathing before continuing to fill you with kisses. Those sleepless nights were more than worth it, marrying such a precious beauty as yourself — and who could blame him? If he managed to even get some rest the two days before your wedding, Luke knew his dreams would be invaded by you walking down the aisle, in such detailed dress. “I can only wonder to myself the same thing, my sweet.” he replied briefly.

Allowing your head to rest against his own, his eyes stared at you through the reflection of the mirror. There weren’t enough words to express his admiration towards you, swooning inwards to himself at the sight of your vibrant grace.

Despite the obvious anxiety you equally felt regarding the ceremony, such as everything going as planned, and none of you stumbling upon your words when it came to reading your vows to one another, there was an exuberant eagerness to refer to each other as your own.

But, if anything— there was one thing that would be difficult for him to overbear during the ceremony. The sweet scent emanating from you was merely intoxicating, and his lips continued to playfully grasp against the skin of your neck, admiring you quietly.

“I do have to warn you,” shortly, he trailed off. His lips became in a dumbfounded grin, drunken with the feeling of a loving worshipping towards your entire self. Adoring you so much, that could make his heart combust at any second. You were bewitching at the sight.

Your eyebrows furrowed in curiousity before he continued, gripping your waist tighter, before one of his hands found your own, and squeezed it faintly. “I plan on not keeping my lips to myself during our wedding, especially if you are to look this gorgeous.”

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astaroth1357 · 1 year

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My Incredibly Spoiler Heavy Thoughts on Nightbringer

TURN BACK IF YOU HAVE ANY INTEREST IN PLAYING THE GAME AT ALL. I MEAN IT.

Hello. I have completed all 10 lessons on the Normal difficulty. These are my thoughts:

First, a disclaimer. All of this is my opinion. If you feel differently about a character or plot point, that's fine. This is all just as I see it.

Holy hell, I love the setup here so damn much. The Nightbringer story so far is truly more than just a rehash of the OG plot, largely because of all the small stuff that keeps happening in background. Yes, we're befriending the brothers again, but we don't know WHY. Why are we in the past? Who sent us there? What do they want from us, or... what do they want out of somebody else?? 👀 I have to hand it to the writers for coming up with this premise, it's soild. Will they stick the landing...? We'll see.

The New! (Old) Cast

Lucifer:

Whelp, Luci is being colder to us than ever... But far more openly involved with his brothers than we saw previously. You can really tell that this is fresh off of the War and he's just trying his best to keep everybody corralled and (somewhat) comfortable.

He still holds onto his Celestial Realm prejudice against demons, so he doesn't trust MC at all which is an interesting turn on the dynamic from before. As a human, Lucifer saw us as weak and insignificant so he didn't give us much time of day. But as a "demon," and someone more knowledgeable about the Devildom than himself, he has to suck it up and rely on MC even if he wants them to stay away.

By the end of Lesson 10, it's safe to say whatever trust he had in MC is going to be shattered. MC has talked their way out of a lot, but even Dia looks shaken by their abilities this time... I'm curious to see if they can reestablish a relationship with him when he was already keeping them at arms length to start with.

Mammon:

Ah, Mammon... Once simp, forever a simp across time and space. Bless him. I guess he's just doomed to always fall first when it comes to MC. It DOES NOT take long for him to be down bad even if you don't romance him specifically (I would know because I'm trying to stay mono-Levi this go around).

Aside from his tsundere-ness, though, we do get a look into more of his insecurities. I find an interesting pattern developing in him where he just tends to latch onto a person and follow them unfailing. He did that with Lucifer before the Fall, he didn't even think about the consequences before going through with it. You could see him doing much the same with MC. I think it stems from a lack of confidence in himself and his own abilities, constantly relying on others to guide him through big decisions and provide him with validation. Add another poor thing to the list...

Leviathan:

I swear to God, the devs realized that Levi's charm lies in his pathos, so they went out of the way to make him EVEN MORE pathetic than normal. I still love him for it, of course. But seriously, Levi starts out practically afraid of his own shadow when the story starts. It makes sense, Levi would have probably one of the more negative impressions of demons of the seven, having fought them head on. He was a shut in before the War and now he's even more terrified to leave the house, let alone his room... (I can't be the only one who's wondering how the hell Dia's going to look at him and go, "Ah yes! I see Admiral material right there!" right?)

I do like that the writers took the time to show that he's one of the more empathetic brothers, right alongside Asmo and Beel, even if he's bad with people. Levi is quick to sympathize with beings and creatures who don't fit in and it's always very sweet to see. I also guess that Simeon wrote TSL in secret or after the War? You think he would know of it at least having lived so long with the author... Anyway. I digress.

There's a lot of... small things around Levi that I think hint at the inner feelings of the brothers, though (of all seven of them, he has the WORST poker face I swear). I may touch on those in another post because I need time to gather my thoughts on how it all connects there... Anyway, he's still my favorite and I'm going to try to see if there's any truth to this "you get a deeper connection if you stick to one brother" thing. Wish me luck.

Satan:

Okay, load your guns now because I think Satan is the real star of the show here. They're actually pulling way more than the "He's mad because he's seen like Lucifer" card. We're at a point where Satan doesn't even consider himself associated with the brothers AT ALL. That means something and has consequences on the story. He didn't even go with them to check on Beel, despite having enough fire power that he could have probably helped a lot.

Now before someone goes screaming at me that they've devolved him into comic relief, I'd first like to ask what did you think he was going to be? OG Satan told us himself that he used to feel nothing but anger. He's going to be pissed, irrational, and violent. He's Wrath.

What truly they're giving us under all of that is a look into a vulnerable guy who doesn't know anything about the world around him and is trying to pick it up on his own because his brothers can't (and maybe won't) teach him. They keep chaining him up (which I hate btw) and talk about him like he's a beast. But it's partially because they're such terrible communicators that he flies off the handle so often to begin with.

Satan is more alone than really anybody else is the Devildom. His brothers already have all this history together and memories shared during their time as angels, stuff he has no context for and could never experience himself. He's still an outcast among demons for his association with them, despite being a fully fledged demon in his own right, and he doesn't know why he has to be linked to them because he barely knows them anyway. He's taking baby steps to understand the world, but when he goes to his brothers to ask questions they lampshade him for even having clear thoughts. All they see him as is a roaring beast. This version of Satan is fascinating to me. How does he start here and end up the eloquent, emotionally-controlled bookworm with a planet's worth of connections? I gotta know!!

Asmodeus:

They FINALLY started giving Asmo his proper flowers! I still think it could have been more, but he's gotten way more depth than he had before. I know that Asmo part technically involved MC's input the least out of all of the brothers, but I think that was by design.

Asmo is a surprisingly introspective individual under his urge to perform. MC didn't have to give much input because he just didn't need as much. He knows himself very well (unlike some of the others). He's an emotionally intelligent guy who can sort out his own inner problems and remain empathetic enough to want to help his brothers in his own way. I wanted to hear more from this side of Asmo, honestly, but the game seems to make it clear that he's content with his spot of being the family's brightest smile. I hope it makes more appearances as we go on.

Beelzebub:

This one is tricky, because lesson 10 leaves off on a cliffhanger related to Beel... So I think Beel's feelings will have more consequences than the other brothers' on the story. Most of all that we see of Beel is, unfortunately, him being hungry or off being wholesome with Belphie but lesson 10 did give us some eye-openers regardless.

First, apparently if he flies off the handle, Beel is quite the challenge to handle. It takes Dia himself to restrain him, which is pretty insane for the sixthborn in the line-up. It's possible some outside magic is cranking up his power somehow, but we won't know until the next lessons are out.

Secondly, I find it very interesting that Beel's "heart-to-heart" moment with us is being saved for last... It was definitely the most surprising one of the secrets in the teasers (in my opinion). Beel and Belphie are glued to the hip and share everything together so for him to have a secret "not even Belphie" knows is pretty shocking. I hope it's not just that he saved Belphie instead of Lilith since we all already know that. It'd be a pretty cheap pay off to all this buildup... Not that I haven't been disappointed before or anything.

Belphegor:

Similar to Beel, Belphie doesn't get much attention until the end and it isn't much that we haven't heard before, unfortunately. You kind can't blame them, since plumbing out Belphie's inner trauma about the War was the entire climax of the first game. It's nothing we don't already know. That being said, I think there's some more interesting things that are being said about Belphie or left unsaid by the others that I find more fascinating to keep track of.

TLDR, I think there's some weird distancing going on between Belphie and the others. It doesn't seem super apparent, but Levi dropped some weird bombshells early on and I can't help but notice how he just never seems to be without Beel. Those two are close, yeah, but in this game they're practically a unit. I'm pretty sure Belphie is using Beel as a security blanket of sorts. He's also the ONLY one to mention Lilith in any great detail. Unsurprising, but it's worth noting that the others haven't really brought her up despite it (supposedly) starting the War.

Diavolo:

Somebody give this guy a vacation and a raise... So apparently, the brothers were cast down, the old King took one look at them and counted to seven, then conked out. Now our boy has to rule the kingdom. He's... the same really. As far as I can tell. You can really see how much he's taken to the brothers' antics though, which checks out in the other game too.

WAAAY more fascinating to me is apparently there's some kind of body called the House of Lords who think that Dia is too young for the job. What's the House of Lords?? Who are they? Are they like a council or advisory board...? Or is this a UK setup? Is there a Parliamentary board?? I dunno, could just be my Poli Sci talking but I'm now so lost on how the Devildom operates now...

Barbatos:

Oh my God, if there is any character I could live vicariously through, it was Barbs here. For whatever unnamed reason he is NOT having any of Solomon's shit right now and I'm living for it. Setting my delight aside, we don't get to see very much of him and what we do see doesn't really differ from the norm, which only makes his detest all the more shocking.

Through Barbs, we also see just how potent the power of the pacts can be when Solomon summons him and more or less forces him to do as he says. Nothing seems to stop him from retaliating after the fact, as he sent Solomon off who knows where, but seeing that kind of power wielded over a being who's almost unattainable to us is... Well. I feel bad for Asmo.

Simeon:

There's a lot to unpack with Simeon... and a lot of it is in the stuff that goes unsaid. First, I already found it strange that he didn't seem surprised to see Satan in the House. Or if he was, he didn't say it or bother introducing himself which is... telling for a guy like Simeon. He's back to being Luke's minder in front of demons, but I can't help but notice that he doesn't do much to counter Luke's tirades. He only indicates that it's impolite to say them, so he may still harbor the very same feelings.

Simeon and Lucifer have something of a heart to heart together that they never would in the OG title where Simeon admits his biggest regret. It isn't that he didn't follow Lucifer, as we might think, but that he doesn't feel like did enough to reach out to him before he made his decision. Lucifer dispells this, but I think it goes to show that Simeon stands behind his decision to stay and that it was the better option. Lucifer also confront Simeon on why he didn't take a high position (seraph) and instead settled for archangel. It's left open ended what his real motives for that would be, but I suspect that it has something to do with Simeon's troubling streak of going against the grain, even in subtle ways. Or he has too much anger about what happened to accept taking Lucifer's old position.

I found it interesting how easily these two seemed to talk about intimate topics together here where Lucifer barely even acknowledges Simeon's attempts to reach out in the OG story. I wonder what may have happened to sour their relationship so severely...?

Luke:

Luke the Racist Chihuahua returns!! Okay, I'm being a little mean but he's pretty much just self-righteous little kid the whole way through. I will admit, it is a little funny that the person who came up with the nickname was actually Lucifer. I think it's now retconned and confirmed that Luke and the brothers never knew each other before the Fall... though Luke seems to know OF their former selves in some capacity. I could be misinterpreting things though.

The Rat Bastard Solomon:

I swear to God this was me playing through the whole game tied to this guy.

He's lying. A lot. Constantly. And it pisses me off to no end. I was wondering why things he was saying and the stuff he was doing weren't lining up and OF COURSE it's because he's either working his own agenda or being outright deceitful. I hate him so much, y'all, you don't even know...

That aside, as an impartial observer Solomon is pulling a lot of work to support MC and you can TELL how down bad he is for them, which actually has significance for the plot I think. He's keeping them in the dark about something, but considering his feelings I say we can at least be charitable and assume it isn't to hurt them or cause them any suffering... intentionally. He's also as unscrupulous as ever, considering how he ordered a very angry Barbs around and more or less took advantage of a life or death situation to make a pact with Asmo.

So. At the end of the lessons, we're reintroduced to the mysterious Nightbringer. The character who actually sent us back in time at the start of the game. Yeah, it wasn't Barbatos... probably. At least not our reliable neighborhood butler anyway. They seem to be different entities but I THINK they might share some connection....

I have to wonder who disguised MC when they first arrived. The marketing made it seem like it would be Solomon but the marketing has been hit or miss on actual accuracy about the game we're seeing. If it was Solomon, then he had to have known where the MC was before he called. If it was Nightbringer then... well actually. We need to touch on that first.

Nightbringer:

Now, much of this is just me speculating so take things with a grain of salt. Nightbringer's name is blocked out, but it seems like it identified itself to us in the beginning before sending us to the past. It appears like it wants something from Solomon.... to fully corrupt him maybe? And it's using MC as leverage against him.

I suspect that all of the weird stuff that has been happening is tied to its meddling in some way, but to what end is unclear... Sending Levi and MC into TSL, tricking Asmo then trying to feed everyone to a spider, and, likely, whatever is going on with Beel. I can't tell if it's trying to push MC and the brother's closer together, or just making vaguely comical attempts at homicide by fictional characters, spider, and Gluttony incarnate.

The situation with Adam does give us a hint into its nature. It appears to be some kind of dark, trickster being that gives a person what they desire, but never the way they intended. A walking monkey's paw, if you will. Solomon says that Nightbringer made him what he is today, so perhaps he worked under it or is simply under the influence of one its "deals." Their relationship is adversarial, though. When they're speaking, they talk about the two supernatural sides, Angel and Demon, and Nightbringer seems to want to force Solomon to make a choice between them. Lose his humanity, maybe?

I'm not quite willing to say that Nightbringer is a demon just yet, at least not one of the ones we normally encounter. Something about it seems... older. More powerful than that. But we'll have to wait for more info.

My crackpot theory?

Solomon has made a deal with Nightbringer in order to go back in time and do... something. He's after something. Nightbringer agreed, but dragged MC along as collateral for Solomon to get it done within a certain amount of time or makes sure he honors his part of the bargin. Barbatos knows this, either because he is linked to in some way to Nightbringer or saw it happen in the doorway, and is disgusted by his actions but unable to speak about it due to the pact. Or, you know. That's our present Barbie also dragged along for the ride and he's pissed that he's been essentially hijacked and taken away from present Diavolo, but forbidden to speak about it.

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“For Me”

—“You exist only for me. You do and you should... Forever...”

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Genre : Smut and fluff. [NSFW], 18+

Starring : Non-idol!Boyfie!Yeonjun × Girlfie!Reader

Note : The reader is described with pronouns like "She/Her"

Disclaimer : This is all PURE FICTION. I do not implicate any kind of reflection of the happenings/character morals etc in here to the idols' real life characters morals etc.

→ The following content contains Mature themes and Strong languages. The content could be upsetting to some readers as well. MUST read the Warnings & Disclaimer before scrolling dow further. Reader discretion is advised.

Warnings : [MDNI], Lovey-dovey!Hard-Dominant!Yeonjun, possessive!Yeonjun, Submissive!Reader, Praising, Hard sex, Jealousy Sex, (completely) Brain-rotting & sexy Dirty-talking, Love sex, Pet names (Just Darling) CONSENSUAL SEX!! And Unprotected Sex

Writer's note : Let me know if I should make a next part where he is completely mean to her. I don't known if I should. Like it is also supposed to be a drabble but I trailed off writing. And I felt it is better off as a fic.

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Yeonjun rips her outfit. Pushes her onto the bed. She irresistibly falls onto the bed, slightly bouncing back and he spreads her legs to kneel between them & hover over her.

She looks at him with sheepish eyes and smirks a bit, because he is jealous. Wants to remind her that she is his. She is, for him.

"You wanna blush so badly tonight? Really? Just simple words of affirmation and praise can get you beguiled? Huh? Then let's see how you will be beguiled tonight... for me... by me."

He is spewing all of this out of sheer jealousy that she blushed over her boy bestie's praise because that really was so heart warming and she just couldn't help it.

Her system is completely enticed that he is jealous and wants her to blush.

He grabs her neck and kisses her lips, entering his tongue, kissing her insides with it. He draws out whines from her in between the kiss and smiles. She reciprocates it all.

He breaks this intoxicating kiss and says, "Yeah, kissing you is blissful, you know that Darling?"

Her eyes suddenly light up, with that water on her cornea. Her eyes suddenly start curving into amorous balls, radiating every flustering and adoration feelings that she feels for him. Crimson tint starts painting her cheeks.

"Mmm.. Yeaaah, blush. Blush like that. For me."

He starts attacking her clavicle, right where her soft spot exists making her gasp some moans.

He then gropes her breasts, his favourite fidgeting toy.

"My dear Darling, you boobs are my favourite... damn they look so pretty, so sexy & I love making them swing... when I fucking push my dick into your enticing pussy."

Be it him stimulating her or her mind she just can't handle the feeling of having him say things like these. They are just too fluttering. And she is flustered as fuck.

Going towards her Vagina, he caresses the surroundings and says, "This. THIS. Your pussy and my favourite place to be in... this is the best place that God has blessed me with,to be in, while carving your goddess-like body... "

And he immediately undresses himself, as quickly as possible infront of her.. making her feel like going down on her kneels but she just can't. She wanna recieve & feel this man of hers tonight. She is whimpering & rambling things like, 'Oh God, Yes, really? Please don't stop'

"And when I fill you up, routing my cock in you," He routes his cock into her cunt.

She moans to the strech, and he too moans, "the sight... of you moaning to it... haah...& your hole stretching to it... agh.. that is so alluring to watch, heartwarming and heavenly to feel... do you know that, Darling?"

He throws his head back & grunts to the feeling, that is having him go wild inside.

He starts penetrating her, moving her body forth and back along with his movement. She palms her whole face...and starts letting out her whimpering sounds to his thrusting.

His every thrust is followed by his cock-head kissing her cervix a rough hard greeting. He grabs her hands, holding them together, he comments, "No. Don't. Don't you dare hide- that red. Fucked out. And gorgeous face that alwaysz–! compliments my doings... to your cute. responsive. body..."

He thrusts into her so hard and punctuates few of them while faux praising her.

He bends a bit while fucking into her and kisses her hands, she whines to the fluttery feeling of his lips onto her hand. He slows down...

"See, it reacts to my touch, to lips, to my dick, to my body and... to my soul..."

Her brain is in rot. No way he thinks of her like this... only he can find her this beautiful. And she feels beautiful. Happy. Excited. Full. Blessed.

"These boobs swinging and getting erect, this pussy dripping cum every time I fuck into it, your heart beating, together with mine... our sinful sounds together...Yes... this is perfect..."

"Yes, Yeonjun...!! Please keep going–! I am all for you—! Just- for you—! Only- for You—!" She moans and he chuckles.

"That's my Darling," He compliments, "You are... made for me," & moans.

"You flutter for me—!" Bangs, "You palpitate for me—!" Bangs, "You blush for me—!" Bangs, "You scream for me—!" Bangs, "You are made for me!"

He keeps on fucking into her, accentuating his hard thrusts by telling her things he feels for her.

She is oscillating along his thrusts, completely driven insane by the way he is fucking her.

"YES!! All for you—!" She moans to each of his accentuating thrusts with his sayings, "Use me the way you want— please!"

"The best is... I can have you... craving for me... like this.. you make salivate for you..."

He moves sloppily and she feels she's near her release. "Oh Yeonjun, yes! Keep going!"

And he starts chasing his high. Rutting his hips into hers. Holding her hands, straining them everytime he pushes into her. Both of them let out incoherent moans at the sensation of feeling each other.

"Ah yes, Darling!" He moans, "I'm close."

"Me too!" She too moans, "Let's cum together!"

And in no time, she creams his cock and he besmears her walls using his semen inside her.

Both of them start seeking out the air they neglected while moaning at eachother. He hovers over her to plant some kisses onto her face and lips. He locks his eyes with her in amorous feeling, smiles cheekily, and says, " I have you... loving me... all for me..."

"I love you... Yeonjun, for all you are and I'll will continue to do so. I'm made for you... and you're made for me. My right one, I exist for you."

"Hmm.. that's right, Darling... You exist only for me. You do and you should... Forever..."

He tells her in his mind. And gets up and goes down to her. "What are you doing Yeonjun?"

"We still aren't done, Darling."

—The End.

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