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straykidsholicleigh · 4 months

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Sit On My Face

Pairing: bf!minho x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: kissing, cunnilingus, face sitting, reader is kinda insecure? subby minho kind of lol, implied second round

a/n: I hate it but it is what it is 🤷🏻‍♀️

important: this is a work of fiction. none of the characters act this way in real life.

credits: deviders by @not-the-herb-sage <3

The sound of the clock made you anxious, waiting for Minho to come home. He told you he'd be home soon and for you not to wait up, but he should know you better because now it's 1:36 am and he's still not home.

You sighed, getting up from the couch and making your way into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As if on que, the sound of keys rattling and the squeaking of the door made you put your glass down, walking over to the front door to see Minho standing there. His expression was cold, his eyes dark as he pulled is jacket off and hung it on the rack.

You wanted to be mad at him. To scream at him and ask him why he came so late. But seeing his tired and sleepy face made you feel sorry for him. It was comeback season and you knew how serious the boys take it. Especially Minho when it comes to choreo, so you decided not to be mad at him.

“Sorry...” He mumbled, taking a bottle of water from the fridge and chugging it down. You sighed, sitting on top of the counter as you looked at him. “It's okay,” You said, smiling weakly. “Did you eat something? I can make you a ramyeon cup-” “No.” He simply said. He made his way over to you, caging you between the counter.

He brought his lips to your neck, inhaling and letting out a shaky sigh. “You smell so good,” He said, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “New perfume?” You nodded, wrapping your hands around his neck, bringing him closer to you. “Versace bright crystal. Hyunjin recommended it.”

Minho chuckled dryly. “Cute. You smell heavenly.” You blushed, looking away to the side as Minho admired you. “Your so pretty.” He said, kissing down your neck.

He slowly unbuttoned your shirt, sucking purple and blue marks on your skin. “Min, I have work tomorrow.” You said, rubbing down his back as he pulled your shirt over your head. “Call in sick. I want you now.”

He attached his lips to your neck again, removing your bra and pulling it over your arms before discarding somewhere on the floor. He hastily grabbed a nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly as you let out little moans. Your hand got entangled in his long brown hair as you gently tugged on it.

“I love your hair Minho. So soft and smooth.” You sighed. Minho smiled, his mouth moving down as he kissed your ankle. “Thanks baby. If you really like it that much I'll keep it for longer.” You desperately nodded your head, moaning as he gave your nipple a squeeze.

He tapped your thigh to get you to move, which you did. Once you were off the counter, he picked you up and carried you to your shared bedroom, throwing you on the bed and attaching his mouth to your stomach, grabbing your boobs in his hands.

“Fuck, such pretty tits,” He grunted, slapping your right boob and pinching the nipple. He worked his way into getting your shorts off before taking your underwear into his mouth. He gently removed it before looking down at you with an eyebrow raised, your panties hanging from his mouth, showing off his cute bunny teeth.

He dropped it onto his hand and threw it on the floor, before hovering above you as his mouth moved closer to your neck.

“Sit on my face, darling?” He asked. You looked at him with wide eyes, looking down at his hard on. You weren't sure if you were ready to sit on his face.

You shook your head, hesitantly wrapping your hands around his neck. “I- I don't know Minho. W-what if I'm too heavy for you or I suffocate you? What-what if-” Minho cut you off by smashing his lips against yours.

The kiss was firm as you grabbed him by his hair, pulling him closer to you if that was even possible. He bit your bottom lip and you whimpered, letting him in your mouth as he explored your mouth with his tongue. He was the first to pull away, a string of saliva keeping you two together.

“You won't crush my face. Now be a good girl and do as I say, hmm?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. You knew he wouldn't do anything if you weren't comfortable with it. Minho was that type of person. You knew that if he sensed you didn't want to do it he wouldn't force you.

You nodded you head muttering a small "alright" before rolling over so you were on top of him. “That's my girl.” He smiled, looking at you as you pulled his shirt over his head, a blush appearing on your face. You let out a shaky sigh, positioning yourself over his mouth. You stayed there, not sure when to sit down exactly, just hovering above his mouth.

He started to grow impatient. “Just sit, love,” He tried, his voice desperate. You hesitantly sat down on his face, not to much and sighed as he licked your folds. You let your hands fall in front of you and grip the headboard.

“God, you taste perfect angel,” He moaned, sucking on your clit making you whine. He hooked his hands under your thighs, pulling them down so now you were actually sitting on his face properly. “Fucking keep it there, don't move.”

You let out little moans and whines as he feverishly sucked on your clit, lapping away at all your juices. You felt the knot inside you slowly building up, about to burst any second.

“M-min, c-” You couldn't even form proper sentences as you felt your whole body was on fire, sweat dripping down beneath the valley of your breasts and falling down onto your boyfriends face.

“Gonna cum?” He mumbled against your clit. “Cum baby, squirt all over my face. U-use me.” And use him you did.

You pathetically rutted against his mouth, like a dog in heat and pulled his hair to keep him in place. You were rough and Minho seemed to like it.

Your breathing became heavier, more sharp as you let out a silent scream, your juices splashing all over your boyfriends face and making a mess as he tried to lap it up. You really felt like you suffocated him now.

You legs shook as you gently got off of him and sat on his abs, about to apologize but stopped as you saw his face.

He looked fucked out, happy even as a lazy smile spread across his face, his hands resting on your thighs.

“Thank you...” he mumbled, you smiled leaning down and kissing along his jaw, smirking as you could finally take care of him the same way he always took care of you.

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melanieph321 · 7 months

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Top Spies Part 6/8

18+

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️

*smut

*mature language

*nsfw

Ruben and Reader are super spies, who have to pretend to be a married couple on vacation as a co-signed mission. A enemies to lovers fic, very sweet and funny!

Enjoy!

What should we do, should we leave the Island?

"No."

"But Ruben...."

"A man dies and we leave the Island. Surely that would make us potential suspects, no?"

You were back at the villa. Ruben had you sit on the kitchen island as he cleaned the wound of your shoulder. It wasn't deep nor did it bleed much. The bullet had only caressed you. You were going to be fine.

"And we found no drugs. What are we going to tell Captain?"

"Nothing." Ruben grunted. He was gentle with his touch, stopping to pad your skin if you gave away the slightest wince. Although he was gentle he was also very angry and disappointed with himself. You took a huge risk tracking the submarine, let alone entering it, only to end up with no drugs and one casualty.

"How long will it take for Alejandro to notice that Fierro is gone?" You asked.

"He probably knows by now. Seems like the two of them were onto somthing big. Surley he would have wanted Fierro to report back to him by now."

"Yeah, what was he doing in the caves at the same time as us?"

"Probably inspecting the cargo load, making sure that the submarine was good to go anytime soon."

"But where is the drugs?" You frowned. " A load that big, where could they possibly hide it if not in a giant submarine?"

Ruben sighed as he put away the instruments he had used to stich up your wound. "My guess is that we were too late, that Alejandro and Fierro has already devided the drugs into more portable loads, shipping them off in smaller fleets in order to raise less suspicion."

You jumped as Ruben slammed his hand against the kitchen table.

"Ruben?"

"I could have lost you today, all because of my stupid obsession with submarines."

"Ruben please, don't say that."

"I'm so fucking stupid." He said, slamming his hand a second time.

You jumped off the kitchen island, stumbling on your uneven steps. However, Ruben was already by your side then.

"You have to rest." He said.

"So do you."

You looked him in the eyes. Beyond the deep brown was hurt and guilt. You could see right through him. If he could see through you he'd know how much you wanted to kiss him right now.

"Ruben you shouldn't beat yourself up. We were pretty aware of the risks we took entering that cave. What happened was simply a consequence of our own actions. Somthing we should be accountable for not guilty or anxious.

"Yeah, but I could have lost you today Y/N. I don't know what I would have done with myself if that ever happened?"

You were stunned for words. He tried to turn around and walk away but you grabbed a hold of his shirt, pulling him back to you.

"Ruben believe me, you won't lose me. Ever."

His gaze softened as he finally noticed the the expression on your face, your intense lust for his body and his soul.

He caught the back of your head, pressing your lips hard against his.

The sound of smacking lips filled the room as Ruben lifted you back onto the kitchen island, his lips never detaching from yours.

"Fuck." You sighed, as his mouth moved on to exploited your neck, his hands roaming freely down your body.

Ruben unhooked your bra and carefully draped your shirt over your head, tossing it in a corner somewhere. His eyes were big at the sight of your breast, spilling out in front of him like a swell of water.

He shook his head in disbelief "You're so beautiful, so fucking beautiful."

You pulled him back to you, making him strip and toss away his own shirt.

You kissed each other without the need to breath. You would rather die like this, sufficated by love.

Ruben fumbled with the belt to his pants. You were both so eager. But as your own pants came off Ruben stopped and stared at what was offered to him.

"What?" You asked, although we'll aware of the damped spot on your underwear. Your need for Ruben was no secret.

"Can I?" He begged, with a a hand already caressing your inner tigh.

"Yes, touch me. Do anything."

Ruben rested his forhead against yours, his hand slipping between the fabric of your panties.

"Fuck."

You threw your head back only for Ruben's lips to latch onto your neck. The pleasure was immense. The tip of Ruben's fingers made gentle circles around your twitching clit. His tongue licked across your sensitive skin as his free hand cupped the swell of you breast.

"Ruben please, your gonna make me come."

It was true, you were close.

"Come for me then. Be a good girl and come all over my hand."

Your eyes squinted as he moved on from your clit, entering you with two of his fingers.

You winced.

"Shit, is two fingers too much for you baby?"

You nodded. "But please keep going, don't ever stop."

His laughter drummed your ear, "As you wish baby, as you wish."

He pushed you to lay down, the islands marble surface cold against your back. Ruben's fingers pulled out of you and you whined.

"No."

"Ssshh. Be patient."

He bent down, kissing the center of your belly, moving on to kiss your inner thigh. Once his head was between your legs you closed your eyes with anticipation, only for Ruben to pull away after planting a soft kiss against your pussy lips.

You popped up on your elbows, a deep frown om your face. "Ruben stop teasing me and fuck me."

His grin was mischievous, as if frustrating you was exactly what he had intended to do.

"I want you to look at me when I fuck the shit of you." He said, one hand on his zipper.

Your chest rose with your heavy breathing. Ruben's erection could be seen through his pants, he was big, bigger than you had imagined.

"Like what you see?"

Ruben pulled himself out of his pants his cock now throbbing in his hand.

You raised your chin and spread your legs before him. "Fuck me now or watch me do it to myself."

His grin widened and you fell back against the kitchen island.

With a hand to your thigh he brought you forward. He used his other hand to throw your leg over his shoulder, making you sigh with the feel of him easing into your entrance. You took him raw, no condom. A problem for tomorrow, you thought, or in nine months. Right then and there you focused on the way Ruben shoved himself in and out of you, his strong hips knocking against yours.

"Fuck Y/N, you take me so well."

The praise definitely helped. It was really a challenge to be enough for him. Ruben seemed like he could go on and fuck you forever, whilst you were on the brink of losing with every stroke.

He let you come by a combination of his thumb rubbing your clit and his cock pumping in and out of you.

"Fuck." You cried.

"You did so well Y/N. You took me so well."

He let his erection falter inside of you, slowing down his strokes as he did. He then lifted your limb body off the counter and carried you towards your bedroom.

"I'm all sticky Ruben, I have to shower." You said.

"No." Ruben plotted you down on his side of the bed. "You can shower tomorrow, now we rest." He said.

You did what you were told, letting Ruben bring your body to lay in a spoon with his warm mauscles pressed against your naked back.

"What are you thinking about?" You asked him, after some time spent in silent. Ruben's lips caressed your shoulders, that's how you knew that he was still awake.

"Why would Alejandro hire Andrés Fierro, a swindler?"

It was a good question. Andrés Fierro was a world known forgerer not a drug dealer.

"Maybe Alejandro needed help with forgery?"

"For what?"

"For hiding...."

A thought hit you, a thought that had never strucked you earlier.

"Oh my god Ruben!"

You sat up in bed.

"What is it?"

Ruben sat up too.

"I know where Alejandro is hiding the drugs."

"You do, where?"

"It's not about where, it's about how."

"How?" Ruben frowned.

"Andrés Fierro forge money, yes. But he has also forged paintings, sculptures, you name it he can forge it ."

Ruben frowned. "I'm not sure what you mean Y/N."

You rolled your eyes. "What would you ask to forge if you wanted to hide a crazy amount of drugs in a luxurious resort surrounded by a giant golf course?"

Ruben's eyes widened with the realization. "The golfballs! The drugs are in the golfballs!"

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #smut

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g4rdensofb4bylon · 4 months

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this whole hunger games renaissance is giving me dracotok flashbacks because why are we once again simping for the bad guy with bleached hair and more importantly why has the society ONCE AGAIN devided into two groups: the people that "can change him" and the people that ship him with the brown haired guy that just wanted to help everyone???

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sunnycanvas · 29 days

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eğer istek alıyorsanız Baldwin IV'ün okuyucuya ondan hoşlandığını ve onunla evlenmek istediğini söylediği tek seferlik uzun bir bölüm yapabilir misiniz?

I was sitting in front of my "friend" Baldwin IV. Both of us were having a meal together in his private chambers. "Your majesty" "I asked nervously, I don't think it appropriate alone together in your private chamber". Baldwin IV waved his hand dismissing my concern "Nonsense, You think too much about what people say" "Remember I won't allow anyone to tarnish your good name". I smiled nervously when he said this, I watched quietly seeing his beautiful face while he was eating. I couldn't help fantasize how nice it would have been to see his bare face every day like this, how nice it would have been if Baldwin IV belonged to my era. We could easily get him cured from the disease. If God allowed we could get married and have kids of our own. We both would devide the chores with him cooking and me cleaning the house. We would live in small family home with our kids who would could running happily running inside the house after their school is over and me and Baldwin IV would be joyfully waiting for him. We won't have any menddling noble men who keep trying to seperate us or the bunch woman who think they can snatch him away from me by their seduction skills or other people who think so highly of themselves because of their blood.

Baldwin IV gently put his own hand on my hand and squeezed my hand gently. "You are lost again". Baldwin IV smiled and I couldn't help but smiled back to confirm. "You worry too much dear but I can't help but feel it endearing". Baldwin IV brushed his thumb at the corner of my mouth to clean the crumbs of food left behind. He then moved a strand of my hair behind my ear and said amused "Such a child". I couldn't help but blush at response. Baldwin IV then got up and brought a cake and kept it in middle of the table and said "Now it's time for your favourite dessert honey cake but first" Baldwin IV took out a knife and placed it in my hand "Cut it". I looked at him confused and Baldwin IV laughed at my expression and said "Didn't you say that's how you celebrate events in your era" I nodded quietly and did what I was asked to do. The moment I tried cutting the cake I felt something hard in it. Confused I went to investigate. I found a brown box. I opened the box and gasped at what was inside. A beautiful diamond ring. Beautifully decorated with gold. Baldwin IV slowly took the box from my hand and got down in one knee and said "(Y/N) before you came to my life. My life was dull and I believed that I was cursed by God to forever live alone. I always believed that I would have special place in hell. People were either moved to sympathy or disgust at my sight" "You (Y/N) were the only one who loved me and treated me as if I were one of your own. That I was normal. My days brightened up when I see you. I eagerly wait for your arrival and get sad when you leave". "(Y/N) Please do the the honour to leper king like me to have an opportunity to be your husband" "I know I can't give you normal life like other men can do" "But I swear to make you happy every second of your life" "Whatever you ask for shall be at your feet" "Please (Y/N) accept my proposal" "I can't bear to stay away from you" "Your absence greatly upsets me" "You mean so much to me (Y/N)" "My world, my life"

My legs were wobbly after hearing his speech. I couldn't help but believe what was happening. I finally get to marry the love of my life. My feet gave out and I fell. Baldwin IV seemed worried but his worries seemed to dissolve when I put my hand forward. "Yes, Yes! A thousand times Yes! Baldwin IV had tears of joy in his eyes. With his trembling hands he put the engagement ring in my ring finger and said "I can't believe this is happening" "You have made me happiest man alive, I try my best to always keep you happy" "I love you (Y/N)" with that Baldwin IV kissed me continuously all over my face

"I love you too". I giggled enjoying my affectionate husband

#kingdom of heaven #baldwin iv #kingdom of heaven 2005 #baldwin iv imagine #baldwin iv x reader #kingdom of heaven fanfic #kingdom of heaven fanfiction #kingdom of heaven fandom #king baldwin iv #kingdom of heaven headcanons

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septimaseverinawannawrite · 6 months

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Saturday Seven 03

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing : Cassian Andor x F!Reader

Request: No.

Summaries: From this prompt; "You are hot when you are angry."

Warning: Mention of fungus and virus. Bad Writing? Using Y/N. Implying 18+ at the end.

Rate: T

Words: 390

A/N: Finally, I can drag myself to write my own challenging. A little bit change about devider, because the old one is too big.

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(Divider by @saradika)

“Cassian Jeron Andor!” Y/N shouted out loudly from the bathroom in her and Cassian’s quarter, on Hoth base. She knew she was not supposing to be furious towards him, but this time she really pissed of what he had done. It is just like his second nature before they married.

“What is it, love?” Cassian, who was wearing and apron and standing at the small area, where they could prepare and cook simple meals. He turned around, seeing that she grabbed his towel in her hand. He knew the consequence, sweet and innocence smiling for her should calm her down. But it did not help at all.

“How many times I tell you not to hang your towel in bathroom after you taking a shower!” Y/N frowned, trying not to look into his pair of those big brown eyes (and the glistening in them, sometimes). They almost got her every single time. “Your wet towel is gonna grow toxic fungus! And don’t make me mentioning about bacteria and germs! Are you a nine years old boy…”

Cassian didn’t argue or bicker back like previous. Today was his day-off. He had planned for a long time on spending the precious time with Y/N, nothing could worsen his mood today. He smiled at her while listening to her complaining. His delightful expression made her quirking her eyebrows – demanding for the reason why today he was unusual.

“You know, you are hot when you are angry.” His voice was flirtatious. Just like he said. Her eyebrows, her redden face, her mouth’s thing and her behaviour – it might not amenity in others’ attitude – but for him, they were adorable and pleasant.

“This is not the time, Cass. I really mean it! Do not charm your way out off trouble! The temperature here is proper, it makes fungus spreading and causing virus!” She continually complained, suddenly she was hugged by Cassian. His pointy nose on her cheeks, while his stubble tickling her jawline and the neck. “Cassian! Stop!”

“If you want me to stop, try me, darling.” Cassian saw that she was doing nothing but be grumpy. Finally, he smirked, carrying her onto his shoulder and ignoring her protesting, from a small kitchen to their bed. Of course, she did not stop yelling until he peppered the kisses all over her face and her lips.

Tag : @starwarsficnetwork

#dance me to the end of queue #star wars fanfiction #rogue one fanfiction #cassian andor #cassian andor fanfiction #cassian andor x reader #cassian andor x f!reader #cassian andor x female reader #cassian andor x you #female reader #reader insert #diego luna x reader #septimaseverinawannawrite #saturday seven

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whimsigothic-tips · 1 year

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Hello!

Any tips for the whimsigoth aesthetic on a budget? It's really cool and I'd love to do it, but also I don't have a whole lot of cash to revamp my entire style immediately lol.

Whimsigoth on a Budget

my biggest tip is honesty to GO TO THE GOODWILL BINS or something similar to them!

also, more than likely, you will have family members who have pieces from the 90s and 2000s that align with the style perfectly, so ask to see any old clothes that they might be getting rid of

upcycling your old clothes is a great option, and they can easily be transformed with just a few changes. bleach, fabric dye, fabric paint, safety pins, and ribbon are your friends!

accessories can also completely change up your look with the clothes you already have, and my suggestions for that are: pile on as much jewelry as possible (WAY more than what seems reasonable), try wearing a little bandana headscarf, grab a tote bag, put on some small sunglasses, and find a chunkier pair of boots or shoes.

experiment with your appearance and try out some of those spiky 2000s updos, wear sparkly or brown eyeshadow, find a cheap brown-ish lipstick, paint your nails jewel tones, black, sparkly colors

if you do devide to buy any new pieces, your top priorities should definitely be maxi/midi dresses and skirts, lacy camisoles/tank tops, a pair of chunky boots, and some kind of jacket/overshirt/cardigan wear to open

that's about all you need to be the whimsigothic/witchy character of your dreams!

p.s. the key to getting the funky spiky 2000s hairstyles is just using sooo many hairclips and bobby pins, and there are tutorials for them almost anywhere on the internet

- love, jess

#whimsigothic tips #whimsigothic #90s #witchy #whimsygoth #whimsigoth #2000s

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the---hermit · 1 year

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Cinnamon rolls

I normally don't really post recepies of what I bake and cook, I think in the past I only shared my lavender lemonade, but @crescentstudies asked me under a post, and I though someone else might be interested so here it is.

Mind that I have a tendency to eyeball the quantities of ingredients when I cook so this is more of a guideline than anything. Also here's the link to the first recepie I started to follow when I learned how to bake cinnamon rolls so the basics came from there.

Ingredients:

620 g of flour

50 g of sugar

yeast (the type I get is divided in pre-measured packs that I believe are around 7g more or less, it's the same I use for pizza or bread)

a generous pinch of salt

one egg

80 g of butter

120 g of water

120 g of milk

As with the majority of things I bake I mix dry and wet ingredients separately, in this particular recepie I melt the butter so things are bit faster and easier (just wait for it to be at room temperature before adding it to the rest of the wet ingredients, because you don't want the heat of the butter to cook part of the egg while you mix). After I have my two mixtures I combine and as soon as I form a dough I put it to rest. For this kind of recepie I like to let the dough rise in the oven with just the light on, so I am sure the temperature is stable (you can cover it with plastic wrap, that helps too). I don't really put a timer on, I'd say I leave it to rest for an hour more or less. At this point I roll the dough out in a rectangular shape, again I totally eyeball it, I just try to have it evenly spread out. After I did this I melt a bit more butter that I then spread on the dough (and also on the bottom of the baking dish I'll use). Then I spread on the butter (both on the dough and on the bottom of the dish) a mixture of sugar and cinnamon, I again eyeball the measures, I would say start with 100 g of sugar, add cinnamon and mix until it has evenly browned the sugar, and then if you need a bit more just adjust, you'll figure things as you go. Once I have this done I roll the dough as evenly and thigt as I can on the longer side of the rectangle. Once I have the dough rolled out I cut it into pieces, to make sure the rolls are more or less of the same size I like to cut the dough in half and then each half in half and so on. Depending on how big you want your rolls to be you can create either 12 or 16 rolls. I prefer to make 16, but it's totally up to you. At this point I place them in the baking dish, and I let the rolls rest and rise again for at least one hour, this is the stage in which they get much bigger. I sometimes let them rest for even one hour and a half or two hours, but in general I like to let what I bake rise a lot before baking, as that tends to make everything a little les harsh on the stomach. Once the rolls have rested I cook them for more or less half an hour in a pre-heated oven at 180°C. Each oven cooks things much differently so I'd advise to keep an eye out and use a stick to check if the rolls have cooked before taking them out of the oven.

And that's it! These are best when freshly made, as they tend to get a bit harder in the days after, to avoid that I would recommend deviding them as you plan to eat them. This way the sides that are connceted will stay a bit softer. Not that they will last long, because believe me these are really good and they will disappear in not time. If you end up making them let me know!! I hope I was clear enough in explaining everything, and although I know it'd be better to have clearer mesurments, once you get used to baking you'll see that eyeballing things is much easier.

#recepie #cinnamon rolls #cinnamon rolls recepie #cooking #baking #baking recepie #baked goods #hobbitcore #cottagecore #mine #the---hermit

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eleni-cherie · 1 year

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lonely hearts club ✨ || kth au - chapter 2.1

“lonely hearts club // do you want to be with somebody like me?”

maybe single parents are meant to be members of the lonely hearts club.

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masterlist: here

— genre: single parents au, romcom, humour, fluff, angst, strangers to friends to lovers s2f2l

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"Hm, I don't see anything here. Only a large bench an-" Taehyung cut himself off. His lips parting slightly when eventually spotting the painting Cassandra had been talking about. The reason they were there. Or at least one of the reasons. After all it had been him who had asked her out to that place. What better first official date then doing something they were both into? -Besides that he couldn't come up with anything better. "See, told you it was massive." She appeared beside him with a grin when seeing his face. He was in awe. "Come," she said then and walked to the large sitting area right underneath it. Taking a seat then before laying down on the velvet cushion. She gestured for him to join. Taehyung took a brief glance around the empty area. Two other visitors were observing sculptures in the next room. Otherwise there wasn't any other soul there. The perks of going to a museum during a weekday. Nodding, he laid down next to her. Staring with big eyes at the large painting on the ceiling. His brown irises wandering over the different colours and depicted persons. "The twelve Olympian gods," Cassandra explained then and he peeked at her. Seeing her eyes also fixated on it. He nodded then, redirecting his gaze back to it as well. "It's.. impressive," he breathed out, "And much larger than I thought." He chuckled then. "Do you think it'll fall down on us?" She gasped. "Now I do! Thanks!" She giggled, nudging his side, making him chuckle under his breath. He tried recalling all the names of the gods. "Who was that God far left? The one with the hammer?"

"The one with the hammer was Hephaestus," she quietly explained then. Losing herself a little in the big canvas and paint. Eyes gliding over the depicted gods. Trying recognising and remembering them all. "He was the god of blacksmithing and had created many armours and gadgets for other gods and famous heroes. And he was husband of Aphrodite." Taehyung hummed, simply listening to her narration. He liked listening to her explanations over subjects she knew or cared about. "But actually she was in love with Ares, the god of war," she breathed then. Sensing Cassandra's hand next to his, his fingers glided closer to hers. Eventually intertwining them. He did it so nonchalantly, it was as if he had been doing it forever. And she felt her cheeks flushing. Which was ridiculous, she knew. She felt like a teenager when she was an adult who had done far more than just holding hands with him. But still, the fact he could make her feel like this, was quite invirogating. And pure. "You're quite smart," he stated then with a soft expression. "Obviously you are. It's just.. You're also very booksmart." "I'm not that booksmart," she smiled, "I just know a thing or two. Mainly from documentaries." She tilted her head then, resting it on his shoulder. And they stayed like this. Silently viewing the ceiling-covering classical painting. Half-covered mythological entities devided in squares and ovals, which were framed by golden ornaments. And Taehyung felt small for a moment. But then Cassandra shifted next to him and her cheek pressed a little more onto his shoulder. And he smiled to himself, tightening his fingers around hers.

He felt small, but in this silence with her, he also felt at peace.

Time passed and they continued strolling through long corridors with different coloured walls. past numerous art pieces. It was nice not doing this alone for once. And with that airy, babyblue frilly dress and her long curls, Cassandra looked like having escaped an art piece herself. Like coming straight from the painting of fairies or nymphs she was currently viewing. Or so he thought at least while silently watching her. She looked like she belonged there. Among all this art. They walked around a bit more, getting to see everything. Encountering only a handful people through the corridors. They looked like tourists. Taehyung frowned when noticing a guy staring at them when passing by. Or rather her. "People tend to look at you a lot," he stated blandly then. Causing Cassandra to avert her gaze from a sculpture. Her brows raised. "Really? I didn't notice." "I notice it sometimes," he mumbled and licked over his lips. Remembering some other occasions they had been together and people gaping at her. And her being oblivious to it. A stern look appeared on his eyes, even if he tried hiding it. She could tell it was bothering him. She simply shrugged though. "It's probably just my curly hair." "Maybe," he mumbled. "Tae.. are you perhaps a little jealous?" He huffed, looking away. "No, I mean.. You're pretty. Makes sense for everyone to stare at you." She pursed her lips. That was the second time ever he had called her that. "It's okay if you are, as long as you don't make a scene or become a control-freak," she said then unfazed, "I'd also get jealous if some attractive woman looked at you for too long." His eyes widened and the corners of his lips tucked into a smirk. "Oh, so you're the jealous type?" "Yeah, a little," she admitted embarrassed, "But I don't act out on it. As long as you don't give me a reason to." "Same." "Good." "Cassandra?" They stopped in front of a glass facade. "I wouldn't be jealous if you'd be just a random person, you know? I am, because.. because.." He dragged out a sigh. Feeling his chest jittery. He wanted to say it. He really did, but he couldn't. Uncertain if it was the right moment. He regretted not saying it back then, when they had kissed. Days had passed since then after all. "It's okay," she smiled warmly at him. Understanding his struggles. After all she had struggled telling him something as well. She had almost said it once. Thinking about it now, she was glad she hadn't said it then though. "I'm not good in voicing my feelings either." She looked away, feeling her face heating after admitting that. He hadn't realised being tensed up until his shoulders relaxed at her words, slouching them. He wasn't alone on this. "But know that I trust you, okay?" She smiled. "I trust you, too."

Soon they walked out of the building. The museum closing in half an hour. "Oh, the sun is setting," Cassandra noted surprised. "How many hours we've been in there?" "Many apparently," he said, sounding equally surprised. The small garden in front of the museum was bathed in the dim light of the evening sun. The tall ionic columns surrounding it and dividing it from the main street, casting long shadows on the green hedges. Leaving the whole place in a drowsy atmosphere. Cassandra climbed down the stairs and paused in front of a large, wheel-shaped metallic object that was placed in the middle of the area. Observing the slowly disappearing sun from between the columns. "Hey, Tae?" Her voice soft and shy. He stopped beside her with a hum, glancing down at her orange glowing face. He could see the sunset light reflecting in her eyes. Waiting for her to continue. She looked down, before giving him a small smile. "This.. this was a date, right? I mean an actual one." His head tilted, furrowing his brows. "Why are you speaking in past tense? It's not over yet," he smirked, making her perk up. And she couldn't help but grin as well. "Oh, okay. Great. I just wasn't sure if.. nevermind. Where to next?" He thought for a moment, flashing her a boyish grin. "I got two options, you decide." She was seemingly excited to hear that. "Which are?" He held his index finger up. "Number one is a fancy restaurant with great food and great wine." She nodded. "And what's option two?" "Number two," he said while lifting a second finger, "Is grabbing some takeaway and going to a nice place I know."

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"Wow, that view is quite.. vertiginous," Cassandra laughed out awkwardly. Unconsciously taking a step back from the cliff. "Are you afraid of heights?" "N-no, it's just.. it's pitch black and looks like a black hole down there," she giggled, feeling embarrassed with herself. "It probably wouldn't be that bad in daylight. But don't worry, I'll get used to it." She gave him a reassuring smile as she leaned against the front of his car and continued eating her instant ramen. Holding the bowl as close as possible to her face. He nodded, not fully convinced though. His eyes wandering at the illuminated skyline of the city. The hill didn't look too high from the bottom. Especially not when driving up there. But once they had reached the top and got out of the car, it was dizzingly high. "Look, somewhere there is the square with the fountain," he pointed out to somewhere right. Trying distracting her mind. "And there further away is the museum we went to." Cassandra stayed quiet, only nodding. To be honest, she couldn't spot any of these places this far in the distance. She simply trusted his words. Finding his enthusiasm adorable. And Taehyung sighed, slurping on his own ramen. "I'm sorry, this must be the worst first date ever." "What? No, why would you think that? It's super beautiful and romantic here," she ensured him. He smiled apologetically. "You're obviously scared. We should go." "No, I'm really not," she vigorously shook her head. "I like it here. You don't get to see a view like this every day." He arched a brow. Trying reading her face in the almost non-existent light. "You sure?" he asked, bending down a little to be able recognising her features. "Yep." He dragged a sigh. "Tell me if not, okay?" She nodded, finding it flattering how much he appeared to worry for this date to go smoothly. "Don't feel bad. I'm genuinely enjoying this. I've always dreamt about going on a night drive with my boyfriend." Her eyes abruptly widened when realising what she had just said. She had called him her boyfriend even though they had never discussed it. It was obvious both of them wanted something serious out of this, but still, they hadn't talked about these labels yet. "I mea-" "Alright noted," he mumbled, nodding to himself, "There will be many more night drives then." And her face lit up.

He was her boyfriend. And she was his girlfriend.

"How did you find this place, by the way?" she asked then in an attempt to change topics. Her eyes in a frown as they desperately fixated on the ramen. She was trying fishing the last noodles out with her chopsticks. Praying she wouldn't embarrass herself in front of him now. "Me and Namjoonie discovered it some years ago," he explained then while finishing his own food. Putting the paper container on the car behind him. "We had lost a bet with the others and had to climb up here early in the morning. As a penalty." Cassandra laughed out at this, making him laugh as well. "Guys surely have some odd ideas, coming up with things like this," she giggled amused. "What was the bet about?" "Can't remember," he shrugged, "Not even sure it was one. Maybe it was a game we lost." "Well, at least something good came out of this loss. I like this place a lot. It's great for stargazing," she smiled and turned her head away from the city lights. Towards the dark mountain behind them. The nigh sky above it much clearer, she could even recognise some constellations. And Taehyung nodded. She always tried to find something positive in everything and he loved that character trait of hers.

By now, Cassandra had somehow managed finishing out the last noodles. Putting the empty container next to his before grabbing the plastic bag with all the snacks they had bought, rummaging until finding her mini chocolate cookies. She ripped it open, plopping a few into her mouth and started munching on them happily. Holding the bag out for him. "You want some?" He shook his head, amused. "I'm good." He tried suppressing a laugh then, pursing his lips. Making her frown. "What's so funny?" "First of all," he coughed then, calming himself down, "You got chocolate around your mouth, like a kid," he teased. Wiping the brown dot away from the corner of her lips with his thumb. And Cassandra had to hold her breath for a moment. "And second of all, why are you holding the bag so close to your face? And the ramen earlier, too?" "Not to stain my dress, obviously," she huffed, before mumbling, "It's my favourite one after all.." "Oh, your favourite one?" "Yes, my favourite one." "Extra for this date?" A cocky smirk spread over his heart-shaped lips. And she tried her best to make it seem like no big deal. "Yeah, sure." "Aw. You wanted to look good for me?" "I mean, it is a date after all. Our first one, even. Doesn't it make sense then?" "Hm, guess so," he mumbled, scratching his head before a lopsided smile tucked on his lips. "You know, that's one of my favourite outfits, too." He looked down and tugged at his dusky pink, almost beige shirt and she perked up. "I like this shirt," she nodded then and gently grabbed its collar, adjusting and smoothing it out. Taehyung inhaled deeply, observing her with a fond look.

"I know we're both reading the same book," she said then and let go. Her forehead creased as she seemed to be in deep thoughts before continuing. "But I'm not sure if we're on the same chapter." She smiled weakly, glancing at his striking features in the dark. He was quietly listening to her. His mind unreadable for her with his soft expression, as usual. "It's okay, though, maybe I'm just a few chapters ahead." Taehyung remained silent. Puzzled about her metaphor in a way and he scrunched up his face. "What makes you think we wouldn't be on the same chapter?" he eventually spoke up then. She pursed her lips as she shrugged. "I simply assumed." He studied her for a moment. Again, she confused him. One minute she was full of confidence and the next she acted so insecure. Like when that whole mess after the kiss had happened. When it came to him, she became insecure. And he knew it was partially his fault. Because he might not be as expressive for her to notice and also needed longer than others. Still, he didn't want her to be insecure about his feelings for her. "We're on the same one," he said in a stern voice. Making her giggle. "How do you know?" "Mhh, I simply assumed," he countered smugly. And she audibly huffed. "You sound so full of yourself," she laughed out amused. "How can you be so sure?" "Well," he slowly began then, "I know what I feel for you. And from the way you treat me, I can tell it must be the same." "You can't be so sure though. It might be a misconception," she smirked playfully. He heaved a sigh before laughing shortly. "There's only one way to find out. We have to say it out loud. Simultaneously maybe? To make it easier." She pouted for a moment before giving in. "Fine. Let's count down." "Three." She took a deep breath. "Two." "One." Both pursed their lips, eyes locked with each other before bursting out laughing. "No, that's not gonna work either," she sighed and averted her gaze from him. Wandering over the colourful sea of lights in the distance. And Taehyung observed her quietly. There was a glimpse of disappointment on her soft features. Almost melancholic. Making him wonder if she was sad in neither one of them had the guts to say it out loud. And although there was a small amount of insecurity lying inside him, as well, he wanted to change the expression on her face. Maybe it was too early. However, considering everything they had been through together in those seven months, maybe it wasn't too early after all. Especially if those were his true feelings for her.

"I love you."

It flowed so naturally from his lips. Like it was the easiest thing to say. And maybe it was after all. And indeed, the expression on her face changed. Her eyes widened and she gave him what was probably the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. "And I love you." And they smiled at each other, like two idiots in love. Cassandra got on her tiptoes then, sneaking her arms around his neck to make him stoop to her level. And he did so, following her moves. His hands finding their way around her waist. "It's getting a bit cold out here with the dress," she whispered then. Eyes flickening between his lips and eyes with an alluring sparkle. "And there's another thing I always wanted to try with my boyfriend." Mischief was written all over her face and Taehyung's mouth twitched, smirking. Understanding what her eyes were trying to tell him.

"We should get in the car then. Can't risk you catching a cold."

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sinaliciousposts · 1 year

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Another day, another prompt I just finished.

This time I ventured into the vast lands of Pandora.

What was my challange? I'm glad you asked.

Sentences to use:

- You're really cute, you know.

- Why can't you be honest with me? With yourself?

- I didn't know where else to go.

Fandom: Borderlands

Pairing: Handsome Jack/Female!Reader

Tags: Jack is being Jack (I hope), a little bit of brief strangulation (it is Jack we are talking about), strained relationship.

And now. On to the story:

That Bastard

Pandora. Relentless, harsh, unforgiving. Life on Pandora was all that. But it was still your home. As much as you hated this stinking planet, you still had to come to terms with it. As the daughter of a notorious bandit clan, your future was actually predetermined from birth. But you had chosen your own path. Your family did disinherit you and chased you away. You did not want to have anything to do with their way of life. Grown up among psychos, the abominable customs of the more sinister corners of Pandora were all too familiar to you. But you had been determined to leave all this behind. And your determination paid off. You couldn't leave this hellhole of a planet, but you were able to build up a halfway decent existence in Three Horns Devide on your own terms. You knew how to defend yourself and your eyes and ears were almost everywhere, building up a network to make your living. Your merchandise? Information.

This day had been particularly hot and you were glad that it was now slowly coming to an end. The sun was already low in the sky and from your elevated house you could see the dark outlines of the drydocks where the sun slowly disappeared behind. If you looked in the other direction, you could see Sanctuary glittering. Your echo made a beeping sound and you turned to examine the device. A new message was displayed. One of your informants. A tip about compromised power cells. No sooner had you finished reading the first message, a new message popped up with another ping. Dossiers about the new Vault Hunters, which had appeared on Pandora a few weeks ago. The only familiar name at first glance was Salvador. You knew that he, too, was Pandoran, just like you. You skimmed through all 6 dossiers and found that they were more than detailed. A few clicks on your echo and the usual amount went from your account to that of your informants. It was always good to pay your people enough. And with this information you could certainly make some money. After you finished the transaction, you threw your Echo back on the desk. You leaned back in your chair and put your feet up on the table. Maybe you should call it a day. You could just get a quick dinner and call it a night. Maybe you could visit Zed and get a few supplies to replace used med kits.

Your mind made up, you took your feet off the desk and straightened up to close your laptop next to you when an alert caught your attention. One of your motion detectors had gone off. A little worried, you pulled the device towards you and began your investigation. It was probably just a skag. But you could never be sure. You didn't want to risk being ambushed. You had seven surveillance cameras around your house. Skipping through all of them, you halted at camera six. At the foot of the ladder to your house, you could make out one person. A groan escaped you when you recognized him. That bastard.

Before he could reach your door, which was only ajar, you spoke your greeting to him: "Handsome Jack. What brings you to my humble little hut?". Your door opened with a squeak, revealing your visitor. He was wearing his usual dark blue jeans and gray jacket with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows. Under the jacket he wore a brown vest with large silver buckles where a white overlong shirt protruded. Underneath you could see his yellow Hyperion shirt peeking out. He casually entered your dwelling in his brown sneakers. On his mask he had put on his usual arrogant grin. While one hand remained over his holster on his right leg, he made a dramatic, greeting gesture with his left hand and clicked his tongue. "Someday I am going to surprise you, kiddo." You rolled your eyes inwardly. You absolutely couldn't stand it when he called you kiddo. And he knew this. Relaxed, he now ran his hand through his graying brown hair. But his right hand remained on his hip. Still not stupid, you realized. Because you were also armed and would not hesitate to give him a shot or two if he so much as put a foot out of place. "I do not often entertain house calls. I handle my business through Echo usually. What kept you from calling like you normally do?" you wanted to know. He could and should keep his games to himself. You didn't want to get involved. "Awww, pumpkin. Is that any way to greet the best thing that could ever happen to you? Hmm?", his voice dripped with smugness. You let out an annoyed sigh. That you had ever gotten romantically involved with him, you somewhat regretted. His arrogance was more than off-putting, but you couldn't deny that he could be extremely charming. If he chose to be. "What do you want, Jack?"

If you could, you wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible. With any luck, this would work out in your favor. Under no circumstances did you want to get wrapped around his little finger. Again. He seemed to notice your reluctance, because a twinkle appeared in his heterochromatic eyes. It gave you a sinking feeling in your gut. Did he now think this is a challenge? That bastard.

Whatever was going through his mind, you had to distract him somehow. "I don't feel like repeating myself," you began, watching Hyperion's CEO as he now flopped down, unwinding on your tattered sofa. "You should definitely do something about your decor. I'd be lying if I called it anything other than disgusting.", he wrinkled his nose while wiping the crumbs of your last meal off the armrest. "I'll have the bill for my dry cleaning and doctor sent to you. Hope I don't catch anything here." His gaze now turned back to you, while he rested his right foot on his left knee. He hadn't been listening to you or he was just ignoring you. Pissed off, you got up from your chair, walked around your desk and leaned on it with your arms crossed. "Jack. Cut the bullshit and get to the point. Say what you want and then get the fuck out of here.", you wanted to make it unmistakably clear to him that you weren't in the mood to play his stupid games today. You were tired and wanted to enjoy your evening off. You did make plans to head to Sanctuary and you wanted to reach it before it turned dark outside. In less than a second Jack had jumped up and had his right hand mercilessly around your throat. The weight of his body pushed you further into your desk, moving it a little in the process. A wave of fear came over you. Perhaps you had been too careless with your annoyed tone and choice of words. It was not wise to infuriate him, for he had learned to stand up for what he wanted and not settle for anything less. "Stop it, Jack. You're hurting me," you choked out. "You're really cute, you know. Giving me attitude one minute and almost shitting yourself in the next. You know exactly why I'm here." His face was very close to yours, so you could understand him even though you were gasping for air. As your gaze slowly blurred, you couldn't help but stare into his mismatched eyes. The left one was blue, as crystal clear as the sparkling ocean in the sun. The right one of a green, which made every other color pale beside it. The intensity in his eyes had always mesmerized you. It cost you immense effort not to lose yourself in his gaze. Before your vision completely darkened, he let go of your throat and took a few steps away from you. Panting and coughing, you took deep breaths as you sank to your knees. Your hands replaced his around your neck and rubbed. Surely there would be bruises in a couple of hours. That bastard.

He clicked his tongue disdainfully, then brought his irresistible grin back to his face. "Naaa, I'm not going to snuff out your little lights. What's the point of that? But I have to remind you: Watch your language, pumpkin." When your breathing had calmed down to some extent, you stood up. With a steady gaze, you looked into his mismatched eyes. "I'm unfortunately not sure why you are here. And I'm asking you to leave now," this time your tone was rather tired. Your voice slightly stricken. You held his intense look and couldn't help but notice something other than the usual intensity and his excessive cockiness flare up in his eyes. Was it doubt? Disbelief? Regret? You were not sure. But you would not flinch. "Why can't you be honest with me? With yourself?", Jack wanted to know in a whisper. This time his tone didn't ooze with smugness. The serious question caught you completely off guard and you couldn't hide your confusion. Slowly you turned your eyes away, took your Echo from the desk and went over to your sofa where you settled down exhausted. That bastard.

"Fifty thousand," was your curt reply. "Per dossier." He took out his Echo and clicked on it a couple of times. A ding on yours told you his money had arrived. You made sure it was the correct amount. Then you sent him a copy of the Vault Hunter's dossiers. Tired, you threw the Echo on the sofa next to you. "I'm not the only one who deals in information, you know," you mumbled to him while resting your head on one arm and kneading the bridge of your nose with the other hand. "I don't do business with bandits. And I have to be more than careful with whom I get involved with. You know me, cupcake. I didn't know where else to go." A little startled, you looked up at him. He was leaning on your desk now, arms leaning on it behind him, simply watching you. On his face, that incredibly charming grin that always made your stomach flutter. You noticed how you blushed when you realized that his last words were one of his rare and rather honest, if awkward, compliments. He could be charming. If he wanted to be. That bastard.

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And with that, kiddos, I stagger off into the night. I slightly edited it. Got some good constructive critiscm to improve :)

I really hope you did enjoy it.

Anyway, thanks for reading!

#handsome jack #handsome jack x reader #female reader #borderlands fanfiction

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darrowsrising · 2 years

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Dark Age is a highlight case of 'is it really bad writing or you just don't like it'. It is a masterpiece and it's extremely-well written. People are entitled to dislike Pierce Brown's writing choices, obviously, but don't try to sell the internet that the writing is not good.

As littered with gory deaths as it was, it was handled REALLY well and written very well. Just because you didn't like it, doesn't change that. Important ones were forshadowed, others were used for impact on the reader, others were plot devices (like Cekhov's gun).

One death that was iffy, was Dancer's. That was forshadowed and everything, but going from revealing his sexuality to killing him gruesomely was ill-timed. I don't particulary think Pierce Brown noticed it, but it was a gay burial.

Point is, the deaths made sense. Dark Age is a dive into all the circles of hell to rock bottom. The good guys have been devided and then invaded for conquering. The strife between them went that deep. Pierce Brown did not write himself in any corner with Dark Age, on the contrary, he just brought his main players to rock bottom hell and made them start crawling back. We'll see how far in Book 6, but just because you didn't like it, it doesn't make it less well-written.

Even Dancer's death serves its purpose and has impact in the plot beyond, despite the tone-deaf approach to it. Again, not saying there isn't valid criticism to Dark Age - just that you cannot contest that it was well-written, even though you disliked it.

That doesn't mean you are not free to dislike it or voice your dislike, but IT IS GOOD WRITING. It really is, you just don't like it. That's okay, you are free to do it. But authors should also be free to write gore and violence and brutality as they see fit. And in Dark Age it made sense and was well-written.

#iron gold trilogy #dark age #red rising #pierce brown

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lexa-griffins · 1 year

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How does Lexa style her hair when she's not wearing her habit? Curly, straight, or braids? Is she a brunette or a blonde? What was Clarke's first reaction when she sees Lexa's luscious locks?

Shes a brunette, curly long hair made into a braid and wrapped into a bun. She never takes off her habit in the public, only when going to bed, a good decision since nuns are supposed to have short hair. Abbess Indra was the one who took care of Lexa's hair as she grew up and she was so enamored with the beautiful long brown looks she helped Lexa hide her hair instead of cutting it. She's still the one who trims it when it gets to wild and the one who taught Lexa how to keep her hair neat underneath the habit.

On her first week at the convent Clarke stays in a shared with Lexa, devided by a thin sheet, and she watches by candlelight the shadow as Lexa takes off her habit and frees her hair from her braid and immediately gets the intense desire to run her fingers through it. And at the first chance she gets Clarke tugs at Lexa's veil, asking her to take it off and Lexa complies, watching with a smile as Clarke intertwines her fingers with her locks and pulls Lexa towards her.

Later, while managing to sneak to Lexas room, Clarke asks if she can brush Lexa's hair. She pulls and manages to get the brush stuck more than once making Lexa wince in pain but Clarke does it so adoringly that Lexa kets her continue just for the sake of having Clarke do something so soft with her.

#letter opened #au: nun lexa

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thedjmusic · 2 years

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Junodownload Top 100 Autumn Techno 2022

DOWNLOAD: https://thedjmusic.com/music/junodownload_best_autumn_techno_2022_10_12_flac_mp30

DATA: 2022-10-12 TOTAL: 98 GENRE: Techno

AKKI (DE) - Inside My Head

A*S*Y*S - Sweat & Tears - Original Mix

Adam Beyer,Bart Skils - Your Mind

Adam Beyer,Bart Skils,Charles D (USA) - Your Mind - Epic Edit

Age Of Love,Charlotte de Witte,Enrico Sangiuliano - The Age Of Love - Charlotte de Witte & Enrico Sangiuliano Remix

Alan Fitzpatrick,Rebūke - Nice & Cool Trigga

Alex Stein,Transcode - Control Me

Ann Clue - Six For Gold

Anna Reusch - Another Day

Armin van Buuren - Computers Take Over The World

Balthazar & JackRock - Define

Belocca,Nusha - Serenity

Bisou - Device - Original Mix

Boris Brejcha - Schwarz

Boris Brejcha - Up Down Jumper

Carl Cox,Franky Wah - See the Sun Rising

Charlotte de Witte - Kali

Chris Veron - Critical Thoughts

Claude VonStroke,VNSSA - These Notes In This Order - VNSSA Remix

DJ Dextro - Commodore

Deborah de Luca - Dori Me - Rework 2022

Deborah de Luca,Robert Miles - Children - Radio Edit

Devid Dega,Nico Cabeza,Millie Forsberg - Darkness

Disfreq - Essa Mina

Disfreq - Time Is Now

Eli Brown - Believe

Eli Brown - Can't Stop the Feeling

Eli Brown - Deep Down

Eli Brown - Nazareth

Eli Brown - Pressure

Enrico Sangiuliano - Future Dust - Original Mix

Enrico Sangiuliano - The Sound Of Space

Filterheadz - Helium

Flanko,Clap Codex - Stay Silent - Clap Codex Remix

Floormagnet,Tiger Stripes - Space Age - Tiger Stripes Remix Edit

Frank Spector - OMEN (ASOT 1087)

HI-LO,Eli Brown,Oliver Heldens - Industria

HI-LO,Oliver Heldens,DJ Deeon - WANNA GO BANG

HI-LO,Space 92,Oliver Heldens - Mercury

Impérieux - Ferishtah

Jacidorex,Popof - Midnight Express - Original

James Hype - Dancing

Jay Lumen - Bring the Dish

Jay Lumen - Here We Go

Jay Lumen - Human

Jay Lumen - Mandala

Joyhauser - Crawler

Kai Tracid,Genlog - Mockmoon (Peace, Love, XTC)

Kaiserdisco - Together One Time

Lampe - Anytime

Lampe - Differences

Layton Giordani - Digital Age

Layton Giordani - UFOs & LFOs

Lilly Palmer - We Control

MOTVS - Rumor

MOTVS - Unnatural Alchemy

MOTVS - We Go On

Maketech,Thomas Schumacher - Konfusion - Thomas Schumacher Rework

Marco V,T78 - GODD - T78 Remix

Mark Dekoda - Rave Harder Techno Bass

Mark Porter,Thomas Schumacher - Telegraph - Thomas Schumacher Rework

Matt Sassari,Green Velvet - Dance Or Die

Mella Dee - Techno Disco Tool - Radio Edit

Metodi Hristov - Clouds of Eden

Monococ - Pryzm

NoNameLeft - Excess Animus

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NoNameLeft - Prisoner of Mind

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I know I JUST asked you about your ocs, but I've gotta know more so here we are lol

If you have this stuff worked out already, can you tell me about Niv's time growing up as an assassin and Siri and Gustav's adventures as part of the A team???

ALSO do you have any sketches of them ?????

I'm sorry if this is annoying or you don't wanna talk about this rn or whatever I just really enjoyed reading your answer to my last ask and I wanted to know more <3

Omg y e s and I'm ready to tell you more lol

I actually do have both things worked out already so that's a great question to ask! Lemme just pull up my documents and get started :D

I'll devide this in a few parts, so it won't get confusing! Get ready cuz I have the tendencies to overwrite lmao-

Niv's time growing up as an assassin;

Alright *cracks knuckles* let's do this. Niv was, after having been discovered on a little burning ship by a young member of the Myriad Tribe as he was sailing home, was adopted by this same sailor. His name was Bendik Forrad; he was married to a woman named Darcy. They didn't have children yet, but both were content to raise this baby boy to be an assassin.

The Myriad Tribe had many children as many couples took in "lost" kids like Niv, so the boy had many friends to play with. The adults were often given assignments by faceless clients, never getting to know their identity as a way to keep both parties safe. Mainly Bendik, who had a very high ranking as an assassin, was away from home often. His assignments left him mentally scarred; he had seen too much.

After Niv turned two, the couple had a child of their own, Amanda. She got along great with her adoptive brother, never even noticing they weren't biologically related until Bendik told her - after that, Niv's seemingly perfect family seemed to fade.

The boy and his friends started training with weapons and studying histories and fighting techniques from a very early age. While Niv seemed to excel at swordfighting, he fell short in remembering techniques, instead developing his own style entirely. He could remember the history lessons, but he wasn't as interested in that, instead wanting to know more about folklore and myths about Dragons.

Bendik wasn't into that; he began scolding poor Niv, more and more often telling him he should be happy someone even found him in that burning boat. The assignments and killing got to his head; the effects of that were for Niv to deal with.

He did have a few friends, tho. A boy named Klaus, a tall dreamer, was his bestie, and rounding up the gang were the fierce Magni, and the sassy Olga. They grew up together; mainly Klaus knew about Niv's home situation and always tried to cheer him up.

They had a dream, the two of them. To escape the Myriad Tribe and it's gruesome classes, and sail into the world. Find the hidden mythologies, visit places they had only heard the names of. Niv added to that his own personal goal of wanting to find his birth family - the only thing he had left of them was a small bracelet with his name engraved in it. Klaus told him they would find them together, brown eyes brighter than any.

Over the years, Niv slowly developed a crush on his friend. Olga knew of it, of course. Magni, slower on the uptake, didn't truly understand how love worked. He didn't need it to become the best fighter in the tribe, after all. Niv and Olga just laughed it off, amused by their friend's mind.

The Myriad Tribe was strange in its ways. Every year again, a festival was organised, in which the current class of 13-14 year olds would be given their last exam before they would continue their studies on a higher level. It was arranged by their Chief, the strongest of all, and was different each and every year.

Just before their year would be doing their exams, Klaus decided he would run away. He asked Niv to come with him, bright, excited. Niv agreed; together, they would chase stars, would become comets. Klaus kissed his cheek as they went their separate ways to pack up their things.

However, they were caught. Bendik and the Chief had discovered their little boat, had set it on fire. As if he couldn't be even more ruthless, Bendik threw his adoptive son in prison to make him think about his actions, no matter how much Niv, or even Darcy and Amanda, begged. Klaus was dragged away, kicking his legs and screaming.

After having gone through such a brutal thing at such a tender age, Niv cried and cried in his prison. When the morning of the exams arrived, he was pulled out of prison again, broken, numb. He and the other students were blindfolded as they were brought to the other side of the island, where the festival had been happening all those years.

Cheering. Screaming. One by one, students were taken away. Niv couldn't see their faces, sitting on a bench next to who he thought was Magni. His hands were shaking as the rumbling voices of excited assassins attacked his ears.

He was pulled up by the shoulder, rough hands pushing him forward. An eternity later, the blindfold was ripped from his head - his heart stopped.

The bodies of his peers, splattered across the floor. Six, seven, maybe. The blood made him hurl, his stomach turning in protest. As he looked up, he saw Bendik, sitting on a bench outside the arena with the sickest of grins on his face.

Then, the door on the other side of the arena opened. Klaus, beaten blue, was pushed in, his breathing heavy. Just as Niv wanted to rush to him, to help him, the Chief raised his voice and explained the exam.

A duel.

To the death.

Niv couldn't breath anymore.

A sword was pushed in his hands; his ears rang as his legs trembled. Klaus pushed himself off the ground, his eyes scanning his surroundings, before resting on Niv.

Silence. Neither wanted to attack the other, it wasn't right. Society pushed them to be against each other, to fight for the right to live. A hard truth, but that didn't make it any less real. Klaus was the first to realise they couldn't both make it out alive.

So... he gave himself up. Rules said Niv would fail too if he didn't deliver the final blow himself, so he didn't have much of a choice.

Chase the stars for me, Klaus begged, become a comet for me.

And that was it. Another innocent dreamer lost to society.

The next weeks were a disaster for Niv; he couldn't eat, speak. Breathing hurt his heart. Seeing Magni and Olga, both having barely survived, made him feel numb. Even when Bendik decided his adoptive son was back in his good graces, Niv couldn't feel the joy of that.

He grew lonely, angry. Why did this happen? There was no good explanation for it, no reason. It shouldn't have been this way. He should've been with his parents, with Klaus, already.

They should've been among the stars by now.

Over the next few months, Niv slowly cleared his mind, but he wasn't happy. He wanted to get away from there, be anywhere but in the Myriad Tribe.

That was when a mysterious woman named Solveig showed up on the island. She recognised Niv; told him she knew his parents. Wanted to take him home with her.

Niv was hesitant at first, but was quick to warm up to Solveig. They would go away together, and soon. He wanted to meet the people he was told loved him more than the sun, the moon, and the stars combined.

However, they were caught again. Thrown into the same prison Niv had been in before, much to his horror. Solveig assured him it would be alright, she had been in worse situations before. She was right; they were rescued by another assassin, named Nabira.

This time, all went according to plan. The trio could sail away, towards the rising sun, homewards, finally.

Reuniting with his family was even more emotional than Niv had thought before. His mother cried his heart out as she hugged him to her chest; his father, looking so much like himself, couldn't even speak anymore, which, according to Solveig, was unusual.

Niv could leave the Myriad Tribe behind him at last.

He had finally chased the stars.

Siri and Gustav's A-Team adventures;

Let's make the switch from Niv's sad story to something a bit more fun! (ngl this too will turn dark very quickly lmao, I promise they do have fun adventures, but I haven't worked all of that out.)

Most of Siri and Gustav's A-Team adventures are set after HTTYD2, aka after most of the older members would've left the Auxiliary due to other duties and responsibilities. This would leave two awkward kids in charge, we wouldn't want that, now would we?

However, still seeing the need for a back-up team, Astrid asked the young Captain and Siri, now sixteen (Siri) and eighteen (Gustav) years old respectively, to find new members to support them.

Among those applying for a position was a young man named Ludvig, a newcomer on Berk, having recently gotten stranded on the shores. However, he wasn’t the only one – Adelaide Jorgenson, Snotlout's younger sister, applied as well.

However, Adelaide seemed a bit wary of Ludvig. She recognised him from somewhere, somehow. It was probably nothing and instead of worrying, she told Siri about all her adventures in the wild, as she had spend a few years traveling with her Typhoomerang, Squeaky. She had ran into different tribes, had explored new cultures and even had an encounter with an assassin while staying in the Haffing Tribe – the only thing she could remember about him was a strange tattoo on his wrist, in the form of a sword. Siri adored the stories, listening to every single one with a smile on her face.

Once the new A-Team was realised and Ludvig had bonded with a Death Song, Roar, Astrid and Hiccup decided it would be good for them to spend a few months on the Edge to bond as a group – Gustav saw it as a rite of passage for some reason, which Siri didn’t exactly agree with, but she liked the way he saw it. However, it was the perfect way to escape from her father’s wishes, so she was more than excited to leave Berk.

They left for the Edge, where, after settling in and having a few debates over huts, if Gustav or Adelaide should take leadership, and food, they started exploring the area. Adelaide, already familiar with the world, took them to the Hafport Island, home of the Haffing Tribe, where the Riders met a young woman named Unnyr Litt, the daughter of the current Chief and leader of the Hafport Valkyries. She was kind, having clearly been friends with Adelaide for a while, seeing by the way she let the girl and her friends in without question.

Gustav immediately took a liking to the warrior, blushing whenever she spoke to him. While a bit upset by this for reasons she couldn't fully explain, Siri supported him fully, cheering him on whenever he tried to flirt with Unnyr, despite Adelaide laughing at him. Unnyr, clearly unaware of his intentions, thought Gustav was just trying to be friendly, which she appreciated greatly, kindly returning his affections.

Unnyr showed the Riders around the village, where Siri was enthralled by the island’s Academy. Many young children were learning how to write, about history, and basic skills – she visited it a few times on her own to watch the teachings.

The Riders got to meet the Chief of the Haffing Tribe, Ivar Litt, Unnyr’s father. Siri and Ludvig discovered the Chief was hiding an oncoming war against a rivalling tribe, the Lichting Tribe and that the assassin Adelaide had spoken about had come from them. Ivar asked them to help; Hafport Island hadn’t been able to train Dragons like Berk and he felt useless against the large warships and domesticated Dragons of the Lichting Tribe.

Not knowing how to respond, Siri told Ivar that they needed to discuss that with their own Chief as she wasn’t sure he wanted to involve Berk in another war – however, Ludvig interrupted her and told Ivar that he would have the Auxiliary Team behind him.

When Siri confronted him about this later, Ludvig told her he could not bear to watch the Chief look so broken, so worn out. He was sorry for not discussing it with anyone, but wouldn’t Siri have done the same? Wouldn’t she have helped an old man in need, a tribe under the threat of war? Siri couldn’t say no to that, and Ludvig told her he felt the same way, so she should just keep quiet about him agreeing to Ivar’s request.

A few days later, it was decided a request for peace would be send out. Ivar, Unnyr, her most trusted Valkyrie, Catherina, and the Auxiliary Team would send out to the Lichting Tribe to discuss the subject. Gustav, still captivated by Unnyr, still tried everything to get in her good graces – which seemed to be working. It saddened Siri, but Ludvig told her to not mind the Captain’s behaviour. There was more in the world for her, after all.

Ludvig seemed to be flirting with Siri – Adelaide got concerned about her friend’s feelings in all of this. She asked Siri to keep her distance from her teammate, seeing as she still didn’t trust him completely. However, Ludvig, afterwards, told her not to listen to Adelaide, she didn’t know him.

The group arrived at the Lichting Tribe, where they were greeted by Varg Ketelsen, the Chief. He had a strange glance in his eyes, his gaze wandering over the young Auxiliary Team like they were prey. When his eyes rested on Ludvig, Adelaide got even more suspicious. She needed to gain information about this man, this wasn’t okay anymore.

Varg invited them for dinner – an awkward encounter, at which Ludvig seemingly pushed himself into the background, observing the room as if he was a soldier at war. Adelaide noticed and afterwards, she pulled Siri aside to talk to her about her concerns. Siri tried to assure her that it was all okay, maybe Ludvig was just nervous being around new people, but Adelaide insisted. There was something wrong with him.

Days went on; the A-Team, Unnyr and Catherina were invited to join in festivals and games, a jolly atmosphere lingering all over the village. The Lichting Tribe seemed genuinely happy to put all the years of rivalry aside and start anew. Ivar started to laugh more as well, the weariness lifting from his face. He seemed more at peace now the conflict was put to a rest, at which Unnyr was very happy. She had her father back.

That was, until Ivar Litt, the Chief of the Haffing Tribe, was murdered in his sleep. Unnyr found him in the hut they had been given after returning from a celebration at the pyres and she was devastated, running back to the pyres and blaming the Lichting Tribe. Catherina had to hold her back – Gustav and Adelaide rushed to get Varg Ketelsen.

Siri, being left alone, noticed someone was missing. Ludvig was nowhere to be found, so while Varg tried to calm the masses down, Siri sneaked away to find her teammate.

After she and Funnet had searched half the village, they eventually found Ludvig on the beach. He was washing out his clothes in the sea; underneath him pooled a puddle of watered out blood. Siri, suddenly afraid Adelaide had been right, asked him what he was doing, and the crazed look in his eyes when he turned to face her made her heart stop.

He calmly explained to her that he had killed the Chief – he, Ludvig Forrad, had killed the Haffing Chief in cold blood. Why? Why, that’s what they all ask. For money of course, for the Myriad Tribe, he explained as he washed the dried out blood from his fingers. Siri suddenly noticed the tattoo on his wrist. She wanted to throw up when she realised Ludvig was the assassin from Adelaide’s stories.

Fear rising, Siri wanted to run away, but Ludvig was too quick, snatching her wrist. Just before he put his hand over her mouth, she yelled at Funnet to go – Ludvig just chuckled, telling her she wouldn’t be able to tell anyone if she was dead.

A pity, he told her as Funnet flew away, she could’ve fallen for him. Not that he would’ve cared, he only flirted with her to keep himself in her good graces so she wouldn’t tell on him to Adelaide, or worse, their idiotic Captain. He laughed at her team, called them useless, second-graded underlings. Siri tried to escape, the panic troubling her mind. Eventually, she succeeded in getting out of his grasp after hitting his nose with her head, quickly attempting to run away.

Ludvig catched her again – a cat and mouse game, seemingly never ending. He had her at the throat, knife in his hand, when someone called Siri’s name. Gustav and Adelaide came flying to them with Funnet and Ludvig, his eyes widening, realised he couldn’t go up against so many people.

Instead, as a disguise for his deeds, he quickly leaned in and kissed poor Siri. When the Riders jumped off their Dragons, he complained that they were having a moment, Siri needed to be consoled after having gone looking at Ivar’s corpse.

Siri, however, pushed him away, trembling, sobs choking in her throat – Gustav rushed to his friend, pulling her away from Ludvig as Adelaide grabbed her knife. She accused Ludvig of killing Ivar and Ludvig denied everything. He instead told them that he and Siri went to look at the body, see if there were any clues as to who did it. His clothes got bloody during that, he needed to wash them and Siri was hysterical after seeing the body, so they went here.

Clutching herself onto her confused best friend, Siri shook her head, not able to bring out anything else. Ludvig sighed, wanting to take her over from Gustav to calm her down, she would appreciate that more – Gustav, still in shock, just pulled his friend closer, shielding her from his teammate, telling him to back off. Fanghook and Funnet got between them, forcing Ludvig backwards.

Adelaide suddenly noticed the tattoo as well and realisation hit. Ludvig was the assassin she had encountered before, send by Varg Ketelsen. By the Gods, she realised, they needed to get out of here. She asked Siri to tell her what had happened – Siri told her everything, finally speaking up for herself. Quickly taking over leadership from her Captain, Adelaide ordered Squeaky to grab Ludvig. The young man tried to run away, but the Typhoomerang was quick enough.

The Riders flew back to the village, where things got heated between Unnyr, Catherina and the Lichting Tribe. Varg, in the background, just watched it with a grin. Funnet, now with no-one on her back as Siri was still shaking, sitting behind Gustav on Fanghook, rushed down to grab the girls, pulling her up.

Soon, the group was back on Hafport Island, where Unnyr was forced to take over leadership on the same day her father was murdered. Keeping her head cool, seeing the escalating threat on the horizon, seeing as Varg made sure Unnyr would blame the Lichting Tribe for the murder which would lead to a war between their people, Unnyr ordered everyone to ready the weapons and to get the children out of village. She sentenced Ludvig to death at dawn; the young man kept his head up as he glared at the Riders and new Chieftess.

Preparations were made – Adelaide visited Ludvig one last time, asking her to explain himself. It turned out he was an assassin from the Myriad Tribe, who worked in secret and got jobs from people all around the archipelago. He had been ordered to kill Ivar Litt while he resided on the Island of the Lighting Tribe and had just fulfilled his task.

Adelaide called him sick and told him she was glad he would be executed in the morning. Ludvig didn’t respond – Adelaide walked out of the prisons at this, fuming with anger.

Meanwhile, Gustav was helping Siri wash the dried up blood Ludvig had left on her from her arms. She was quiet, shaken by everything that had happened, regretting ever trusting such a boy. She must’ve been stupid for not seeing the signs. Gustav countered that, saying he didn’t notice anything either. This was no-one’s fault, according to him, and she wasn’t wrong for giving Ludvig a chance. And that he used her, chased her and hurt her, wasn’t her fault either.

Siri leaned against him, quiet sobs overtaking her as the two friends tried to make sense of the entire situation, silently preparing themselves for the oncoming battle the Haffing Tribe would have to fight.

The next morning, Ludvig was killed in front of the entire village, his body ripped open for all to see – Siri had to turn her eyes away as Unnyr ripped the dagger from his neck, all the way down to his stomach. Soon after that, the Lichting troops arrived.

A battle happened, many were lost, many gained scars. Unnyr managed to kill Varg Ketelsen in a call for revenge, gaining control over the Lichting Tribe as by their law, the murderer of the current Chief would be the next leader. The Dragon Riders warded off the ships with their Dragons, working together as a true team.

Soon, peace returned, despite how many buildings needed to be rebuild. Unnyr was able to explain the situation to the Lichting Tribe’s council and they promised they would work together to find a suitable way of working together, to which Unnyr agreed.

Finally having time to grief, Ivar Litt was given his final farewell, after which life went on. The Riders returned to the Edge – Gustav was promptly blasted into reality after asking Unnyr if they could continue dating from a distance, to which Unnyr was confused and told him she already had a girlfriend, Catherina – where they packed up their things and travelled back to Berk.

Sketches and other things;

I actually do have a lot of sketches and drawings for my ocs! However, since this answer is getting really long (fr I love to infodump about my ocs sm) I'll be putting those in a seperate post and if you want to, I can tag you in it! :D

On other notes, one thing I'd love to point out is Bendik and Ludvig Forrad's relationship. Ludvig is Bendik's younger brother and after his death, Bendik pushed himself even more, why, he didn't know. To avenge his baby brother? To make sure he himself wouldn't be killed? This man is a mystery, but this would explain his actions a bit.

Anyways, I loved your ask!! It's never annoying to get asked to talk about my ocs omg, so no worries! I had sm fun writing this all down and I love that you're so invested in their stories!! It really warms my heart to see that! (Fr when I saw the tags you wrote at the other ask I audibly squealed) <333

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