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ichorai · 3 years

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frozen hearts, flaming arrows ; p.sh

parts ; one. masterlist. two coming soon.

pairing ; fire!seonghwa x ice!reader

summary ; two enemy clans. one icer healer, one flamer soldier, one brewing war. love was never meant to be a part of this. but then again, when is love ever supposed to be a part of anything?

words ; 7.3k

warnings / includes ; cursing, violence, a make-out scene !!, future suggestive / mature content, hwa being sexy as always, ANGST okay this is a lot of ANGST and hURT, enemies to friends to enemies to lovers trope lol

a/n ; bet yall didn’t see this one coming lol but yea pls enjoy !!! im rlly excited for this series omg !!! im sorry this part was rlly short and kinda bad kkdfjdf but this is just the beginning and i swear part two will be much better !!

A snowflake glowing a luminescent blue lazily floated above your palm, multiplying into several others until you held a mini-flurry in your hand. You walked past all the frosted-over trees, huffing in deep breaths of cold air as your boots stepped over piles of unblemished snow and crispy dead leaves.

Being a healer was exhausting. Though you were still fairly new to the job, you couldn’t help but lay all the blame on yourself for being incapable of saving a life today. You just… hadn’t expected there to be that much blood. Icers had thicker blood for a reason; it wasn’t usually a problem. The head healer tried to reassure you that you did everything you could, but you couldn’t stand to be in the medbay for much longer. You needed air.

And that’s how you ended up here, head spinning dizzily as you stomped through the wintry grey forest, releasing out a frustrated groan from the bottom of your lungs.

“You’re dangerously close to our territory, Icer.” The sudden deep-timbered voice had you flinching so harshly you hit your head on an icy tree branch. “I’d watch my step if I was you.”

Breath caught in your throat, you watched with wide eyes as the Flamer stepped out of the shadow of a tree. He was undeniably handsome; his irises were dark, flecked with a fierce gold the same hue as the edge of a fire, his slicked-back hair a nightly black, and a curl of his carmine lips that was nowhere near friendly. An obvious insignia of a red flame was embedded into his unwrinkled jacket, a clear sign of this man being from the Fire Tribe.

“I’m sorry. I hadn’t realized I was so close to the border.” You murmured, backing away slowly. The small snowflakes that you had accumulated in your palm quickly dissipated into the air, but miniscule particles of snow still floated around you, no doubt a result of your quaking nerves.

Noticing this, the man watched curiously as a snowflake drifted by him. He raised a finger towards the ice crystal, a small orange flame bursting out of the tip. The snowflake melted into a droplet of water, falling to his feet. You noticed the snow had melted away from him in a large circle around his shoes, now standing in a patch of wet grass. Even from the great distance between the two of you, you could still feel the wavering heat pulsating from this strange man.

“What are you doing so far away from your people?”

You knew you shouldn’t be talking to a Flamer stranger. They were dangerous, and it was common knowledge that Icers and Flamers weren’t on the best terms as of late.

“I couldn’t be there anymore,” You whispered, just loud enough for him to pick up. At his raised eyebrows, you continued on. “I’m a healer. It was a lot of pressure not to mess up.”

He nodded, his curiosity getting the best of him. He stepped closer and asked, “Then why are you a healer?”

“Because I’m good at it.” The words came off far too snobbish for your liking, so you quickly added in a sheepish tone, “Also because I like helping people.”

The two of you fell into a queer silence, before he nodded, somewhat satisfied with your answer. The Flamer turned his back to you, “I best get going now. The lands aren’t going to patrol themselves. Run back to the rest of your people, Icer.”

You could feel his heat retract as he walked away. More snow fell to cover his tracks, as if the strange man with flaming eyes was never there.

It wasn’t until the same time the next day that you found yourself strolling towards the forest, back to the same spot last night, feet acting to their own accord. You paused in your steps when you realized where you were heading.

Would you really risk getting a Flamer angry at you for getting too close to their borders again? With not another thought, you pushed back the doubts and walked onwards… it wasn’t like you actually crossed the border. There was a large grey strip of forest land that belonged to neither tribe; it was far too costly to maintain and the forest gave them nothing but bugs and piles of dead leaves.

Much to your surprise, the man was already there, watching you with those glowing eyes of his. “What are you doing here?” He hissed.

“I can ask you the same thing,” You retaliated, arching an eyebrow.

The cold wind whistled as it blew past you, but you were planted firmly to the ground. He, on the other hand, grimaced quite obviously as the breeze tousled his neat hair about, sending dark strands careening into his eyes.

“I’m Y/N,” You said with a small smile. Although he pulsated with heat, that only made him feel the frigid sting of the cold wind all the more. At the sight of his shivering form, you wondered just how bad a Flamer can be.

He eyed you suspiciously before stepping forward quite boldly, sticking out a hand, “I’m Seonghwa.”

There was a strange arrhythmic thump in your chest. Now that he was so close to you, the lilith-hued snow around your feet started to wilt away as well, your cheeks flushing at the sudden rise in temperature. Icers weren’t very good with heat, that was obvious.

And when you took his hand, it was as if he was the coldest thing you’ve ever touched. But that couldn’t be it… you couldn’t really feel the cold much. Nonetheless, you gripped his palm unflinchingly, staring him dead in the eye. It became like some sort of challenge, but the both of you knew that you had obviously won. Seonghwa winced at how freezing your fingers against his were.

“Do you come here everyday?” The Flamer asked once he retracted his hand from yours to shove into the warmth of his pocket.

“Yesterday was my first time. I wasn’t planning on coming back today, but I just ended up here on instinct.” Your boot scuffed the pristine snow, avoiding the way his gaze seemed to quite literally burn holes into you.

Seonghwa frowned slightly. Funnily enough, the same exact thing had happened to him. He wasn’t on patrolling duty today, so really, he had no cause to be out here. He could be curled up with a book in front of a nice, warm fire, instead of standing in the snow with an Icer, of all people. Gods, he must be crazy.

“So… what are you doing here?” Your seemingly innocent question had Seonghwa struggling for words.

In all honesty, he had been curious whether or not you’d come back. An Icer healer in the Grey Forest was more than enough to pique his interest. Nothing remotely gripping ever happened in the Fire Tribe (other than the various men and women who threw themselves at him whenever they got the chance). He hadn’t actually expected you to come back.

“I’m… hunting.”

“It’s illegal to hunt outside of your tribe lands, everybody knows that.”

“Who said I was hunting for an animal?” Seonghwa crossed his arms over his chest to try and look somewhat menacing, but you just grinned. “I was looking for a book I lost.”

You hummed slightly, “Right.” As you waved your arm about, little snowflakes seemed to trail after you, and Seonghwa watched in masked fascination. “Can’t you just admit that you came to see me again?”

“Who’s to say that it’s not you coming to see me?”

“Hmm, let’s just say we both came to see each other. I’ve never seen a Flamer up this close before.”

Seonghwa blinked down at you with wide eyes, as if realizing just how small the distance between the two of you was. His cheeks reddened quickly as he cleared his throat into a fist, stepping backwards and almost slipping on more snow. When he attempted to sidestep the large wet puddle he’d created because of his rippling heat, his foot caught onto a tree root and he tumbled backwards. Snowflakes clung onto his dark hair and he shivered yet again. You tried to conceal your sniggers behind a palm, but Seonghwa still seemed to notice, his blazing eyes narrowing in mock-offense.

“You’re enjoying this,” He stated with an accusatory tone.

“Of course I am,” You replied through muted laughs. “I’m sorry. I would help, but I’m afraid I’d only make it worse.” To emphasize your point, you shook your hands slightly, blue crystals of snow whirling about.

Seonghwa’s fiery eyes seemed to soften at this. He pushed himself up to his feet, now shivering so harshly that you could hear his teeth chatter. You’d only known this Flamer for less than two days and yet he’d already managed to tug at your heartstrings.

“You should go back and get warm. I’ve read about Flamers and their immune systems… you guys are absolute babies when it comes to the cold.” Out of instinct, you reached out to touch his arm, like you did to most sick patients. But of course, you paused just before the tips of your fingers brushed against his jacket, curled your hand into a palm and forced it back down to your side. “I wouldn’t want you getting a fever just to see an ordinary Icer.”

Seonghwa cracked a half of a smile, shaking his head in disbelief.

But when he spun on his heel to leave, you called out before you could stop yourself, “Will I ever see you again, Seonghwa?” He stopped in his tracks without turning to looking at you. Stomach coiling into a tight knot of tension, you awaited in the palpable silence, a heavy lump forming in your throat.

“Next time, let’s go somewhere a bit warmer, yeah? Meet me closer to Flamer territory, by the river next to the largest tree in the Grey Forest. If you get to see me shiver, I get to see you sweat, Icer.” And then he continued on his way, until his lithe form disappeared behind the misty haze and the frosted shrubbery.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Just what were you thinking, agreeing to meet with a Flamer? Were you always this stupid or had you just realized now? You couldn’t believe you were spending your free time with some random Flamer from the Fire Tribe.

Thoughts of doubt swirled about in your head as you wove your way through the Grey Forest. The low rumbling of the river had you gulping down a large lump in your throat. It was already far too warm for you liking, the little snowflakes that buzzed around your head slowly melting away in water droplets. You didn’t think you’ve ever been this nervous before; not even back when you performed your first major surgery. There was just something about Seonghwa that you couldn’t stay away from… like when your Nan used to tell you no sugar candies before bed, it only made you crave for them all the more.

By the time you spotted Seonghwa leaning against the large tree, you were panting heavily, perspiration marring your skin.

“Fancy seeing you here,” The Flamer chimed, seeming to be in a much better mood now that the tables have turned. He seemed quite at ease, not a bead of sweat to be seen. “Already worked up quite a sweat, have we?”

Pathetically, you lifted your arm to conjure a small snowball, proceeding to press it against your head for cool relief. It quickly melted into a slushy of ice and water, dripping down your hair. You frowned, while Seonghwa grinned in return.

“Not so fun, is it?” He teased while you kicked off your boots and dipped your feet into the river, moaning in relief at the slightly cooler temperature of the water. You wished to make it colder, but much to your disappointment, the water wouldn’t crystalize because of how quickly it was rushing by.

Seonghwa crouched next to you, but still kept a decent length away, picking up rocks to skip across the river. For that, you were grateful, because if he made you any warmer than you were at that moment, you would’ve gotten up and stormed back to Icer lands.

“The first time we met,” You started after flicking water onto your face to cool down, making Seonghwa glance at you with curious eyes. “You were telling me to go back to my territory. But now, you made me come closer to Flamer lands. What’s up with that?”

“I don’t know,” He answered honestly. “You’re just… not what I thought an Icer would be like. It made me curious.”

“And what did you think we’d be like?”

A small shrug lifted his shoulder, “Cold. I mean, not that you aren’t, but cold as in… your hearts would be frozen over as well. I grew up with stories of Icers freezing Flamers to death and placing them in their gardens as statues. But you don’t seem like you’d do that kind of stuff. Especially when you told me that you were a healer.”

“For me, everybody knew the story of how the Fire Tribe would lock the Icers they captured in a sealed room, and the snow they made would melt and they’d slowly watch as the room filled with water, unable to turn it into ice because it was too damn hot. And eventually… they’d drown.” At the last few words, you frosted over your fingers and dunked them beneath the waters’ surface.

Seonghwa’s horrified expression made you chuckle slightly.

“Well, for the record, we don’t do that. We aren’t barbarians.” His words were said huffily as he crossed his arms and turned fully to fix his rapt gaze on you.

“I know. It was merely a silly childhood legend.”

The hours dribbled away fairly quickly, you and Seonghwa exchanging tales of your childhood that only increased in absurdity the farther you recounted. He told you about his friend, San, and how they once snuck into Wind Tribe territory to steal rare Gustberries that only grew in the harsh fields of the Breezers. You told him of Hongjoong and Wooyoung, the former being your closest friend and the latter constantly getting himself hurt. Laughs and giggles and the quiet hum of the river filled the silences in between the gaps of your vivid conversations. The more time you spent talking with him, the more you found yourself growing fond of the fiery-eyed man. Who would’ve thought?

By the time the sun had already set, you and Seonghwa were sitting much closer than when you had first sat down, his heat pulsating through the air in waves. To be honest, you didn’t quite mind the subtle warmth after you got used to the initial shock, but you knew you were pushing your limits. An Icer shouldn’t be out in high temperatures for this long.

You pushed yourself up to your feet, head swimming dizzily as you sucked in lungfuls of air. Slightly concerned, Seonghwa reached out to help you find your feet, but he pulled away at the last moment, just as you had last night. The tables really have turned, you thought in mild amusement.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m… fine…” You swayed on your feet slightly, pressing your cooler palm against your warmer-than-usual forehead.

“Come on, let’s get you back to the cold. You guys are absolute babies when it comes to the heat.” He said, mimicking the same exact words you told him yesterday. A weak laugh slipped past your lips, as you leaned against a tree branch.

Oh, everything was just too hot. You’ve been out of the snow for too long…

All of a sudden, the world was flipped onto its side, damp grass pressing against your face. You could barely register Seonghwa startled yelp before everything went dark.

“Hey. Icer, are you okay? Icer! Y/N, come on, I put you back in the snow, I don’t know what else to do.”

Though your head pounded as though someone had whacked you with a tree branch, you could just barely make out Seonghwa’s concerned tone. When your eyelids fluttered open, you were met with the sight of the Flamer’s handsome, yet alarmed face.

“You okay?” His words came gentle and soothing.

Puffing out a small sigh, you nodded tiredly. Being back in the snow felt much better, “Yeah. Thank you,” You croaked out sheepishly.

Seonghwa beamed down at you, before shuffling away so as the snow around you wouldn’t melt. But just as soon as the smile graced his features, it quickly dissipated into a frown, “Don’t scare me like that,” He practically scolded. “You win, okay? Next time we can stay in the snow.”

Breath caught in your throat, a heavy blush laid over your cheeks, “Next time? You just can’t get enough of me, can you?”

“No, I suppose not,” Seonghwa said somewhat nonchalantly, shocking you.

“I… well, thank you for the, well… uhm, getting me back,” You stumbled over your words the longer Seonghwa stared. Oh, what was this man doing to you? “I have some… healer things I need to do… so, I best get going… erm -” Without another thought, you pushed yourself onto your knees, snow crunching underneath your breeches as you leaned over towards him.

He was so warm. His face, especially, once you brushed your far-cooler lips against his cheekbone. The Flamer reared back with a ridiculous, startled expression, eyes comically wide. One of his hands came up to clamp against the cheek you kissed, mouth opening and closing but no words coming out.

“It was really nice talking to you. Thank you again,” You murmured while hiding a grin behind your palm. With that, you turned on your heel and left the blushing Flamer alone in the snow.

From then on, you saw Seonghwa practically every day. Oftentimes, you’d meet in the snow and stroll through the Grey Forest until it got far too warm and the both of you would have to turn back. The moment he’d see your skin dampen with sweat, he’d have the two of you abruptly changing course, steering away from the heat of the Fire Tribe. You thought that was incredibly thoughtful of him.

Once, Seonghwa discovered a more shallower part of the river that you could actually crystalize to keep yourself cool. That day was a good day. You had gently taken his scorching hand and tried to help him run across the ice before his heat could melt it away. The two of you left soaking wet, boisterous grins painted across your lips.

Hongjoong, being your closest friend and all, was constantly questioning and badgering on about where you went every afternoon. After all, you were a healer and your tribe needed you. But, however selfish it was, you didn’t want to stop seeing Seonghwa… he made you feel things no person from the Ice Tribe had ever made you feel.

The more you saw him, the more you had the urge to yank his stupidly sharp jawline towards you and shove your lips onto his. You’d imagine the way the warmth radiating off his skin would feel underneath your frigid palms and lips. You thought back to the second-long cheek kiss you gave him a couple months back, a fond smile tickling at the corner of your mouth.

“What’re you thinking about?” Seonghwa asked from beside you, nudging you slightly. Over a long course of time, the pair of you grew more and more comfortable with one another, inching closer and closer with each meet-up. At this point, you were practically sitting on top of him, one of his legs intertwined with yours and your head laying on his shoulder, the both of you leaning against a frosted tree trunk. Seonghwa smelled of sweet, burning sugar with a heavier scent of roasted coffee beans. He also often complained about how cold you were, although his tone was always fairly light and lacked any true bite.

“Nothing,” You were quick to say, pulling your head away from his shoulder to peer up at him.

Shrugging off your strange attitude, Seonghwa glanced down at you with excited eyes, “You wanna see a new trick I learned?”

Without awaiting your answer (because he knew you’d say yes anyway), Seonghwa cupped his hands together and pulled them away to produce a thin orange flame morphed into the shape of a shooting arrow. You watched in rapt fascination as the fire-arrow spun in the air when Seonghwa whistled sharply. Then, he pushed it away to embed itself into the tree across from you. The tree’s dry bark was quick to catch aflame, but you flicked your hands and caged in the fire with frost, the orange dying out into the blackened wood.

“Learned that during archery,” Seonghwa beamed down at your bemused expression. “You know, only the best Flamers can morph their fires into shapes. It takes a lot of concentration.”

With no effort at all, you twirled your fingers to make an intricate rabbit out of ice, whiskers and fur and all, holding it out to Seonghwa with a minuscule smile. The Flamer scowled slightly, and touched the tip of his finger to the clear crystal, watching it dribble into liquid through the gaps of your palms.

You rolled your eyes to the side before leaning your head back onto his shoulder with a content sigh, “Don’t you compete with me, Park Seonghwa. You’ll never win.”

Much to your surprise, he didn’t bother to argue, and instead pressed his warm nose into your frosty hair, humming, “Yeah, yeah. And who was the one that fainted in the heat again?”

“If I recall correctly, you’ve caught more than three colds just this year! And it’s only the fifth moon, too!”

His hands suddenly darted out to tickle your midriff, to which you squirmed away with a smothered laugh.

“Hm, wanna put it to the test? I promise I’ll go easy,” You said teasingly once you managed to capture his wrists. You could feel his pulse rapidly thumping against the pad of your thumb.

“I don’t know… I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

“Trust me, you’re not the one that’ll be hurting.”

“Oh, you’re on, Icer.”

The two of you stumbled onto your feet and you held yourself up in a defensive stance. With a faint smile, Seonghwa mimicked your position. Admittedly, it wasn’t a very fair fight; you were a healer and he was a well-trained fighter.

But nonetheless, you were the first to throw, a frozen ball of ice the size of your fist hurtled towards him at top speed. Seonghwa was quick to react, blasting the ice with orange flames until it melted mid-air. You frowned and lithely dodged behind a tree when he reconjured his fire arrows and sent them after you. In retaliation, you quickly brought up a thick ice barrier with a laugh, smothering the thin lines of fire away with the sole of your boots.

The air was chock-full of his crackling flames muted by your snow, crystalline icicles dripping from nearby tree branches, and lame taunts tossed back and forth by the both of you as you play-fought for another couple of minutes.

Seonghwa might’ve had the upper hand in combat, but you knew how to play dirty. Just as he was stepping forward, you sent a sheet of slippery ice to slide underneath his boots. With a bewildered expression, Seonghwa flailed about for a moment, the small fire he prepared in his palm dying down to glowing embers, before tumbling down into the snow.

“That was low, Y/N,” The Flamer huffed out whilst trying to catch his breath against the pale white mound of snowflakes, glaring at you with playfully narrowed eyes. You were glad to see that he wasn’t actually angry at you.

“Do you call defeat, Seonghwa? There’s no shame in admitting it, you know!” Your jaunts were light-hearted as you walked closer to him and Seonghwa found himself grinning despite the cold stinging his skin.

Sticking your hand out to help him up, Seonghwa eyed you for a moment with an indiscernible expression, his playful nature fading away into something you couldn’t quite decipher.

Instead of pushing himself up, he suddenly pulled you down with him, a startled shriek leaving your lips and echoing across the Grey Forest. You fell on top of him with a grunt of pain, meeting his glowing amber eyes with your confused ones. During your hazy moment of puzzlement, Seonghwa tugged you closer, his warm palms curled around your forearms gently.

And then, without further warning, he kissed you. This one was nothing like the first kiss you gave him. That one was merely an innocent peck on the cheek. But this one… this one held passion and furtive desire and yearning. The both of you most definitely wanted this, it was quite clear by now.

Your senses were overwhelmed in the best way possible. All you could smell was him, the heavy undertone of roasted coffee beans sending your head into a cloudy daze. Your lips were slanted against his hot ones, noses of starkly opposite temperatures bumping against one another in your moment of desperation. You weren’t sure where to place your hands, so you balled them up against his jacket, just close enough to feel the hardness of his chest underneath.

For you, everything was hot, searing with a need for more as his plump, warm lips laid over yours. For him, however, everything was cold. The snow beneath was a mild annoyance, and yet he was willing to bear through it for you. You were equally freezing, but Seonghwa welcomed the cold for once, a dangerous ache that would grow to be lethal if neither of you were careful.

A small, frosty sigh left you when he pulled away for a second to stare at you with those intense eyes of his. You stared back with part-confusion and part-longing, lips agape. That apparently set something off in him, because he sat up with you straddling his hips, hands now encircled around your midriff as he kissed you more passionately, leaning forward so your back arched into him.

This wasn’t supposed to be happening. Why were you feeling these emotions for a Flamer of all people? Why couldn’t you have just stayed within your own tribe? Turmoil churned about in you as you kissed him in somewhat of a frantic manner. You hated yourself for loving it so much.

The second time he pulled away, you were both gasping for breath, lips swollen and clothes rumpled and askew. You could tell he wanted to kiss you again, and probably a thousand times after that. To be frank, that was all you wanted as well.

But you knew this had to stop. And so, when he leaned forward to capture your lips with his again, you flinched none-too-subtly and slid off his lap. An expression of genuine hurt flickered across his handsome, reddened features. A twinge of guilt gnawed away at your stomach as you got up onto your shaky feet.

“Go home, Seonghwa,” Was all you could find yourself saying with a hoarse voice. “You’re going to catch a cold again.”

You couldn’t look at him anymore. And so, you left him laying crestfallen in the snow, hurriedly making your way back to Icer lands, small blue snowflakes trailing behind you and cold tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

The next day, Seonghwa didn’t show up. You waited by your usual meet-up place, gnawing on your lip anxiously, glancing every which way in hopes of seeing the raven-headed Flamer. In the midst of your worrying turmoil, more and more snowflakes emanated from your skin and it didn’t take long for them to accumulate by your feet, completely covering your boots in a pristilline white blanket. You stepped out of the feather-soft pile, opting to impatiently trudge about in an attempt to steel your nerves.

You hadn’t been able to sleep that night. Seonghwa’s heartbroken expression was imprinted into your mind, leaving you in a mess of guilt and regret and anger.

Why did you have to push him away? Seonghwa, your first non-Icer friend, shoved away as if he meant nothing. You released a frustrated groan, smacking your palm into your forehead.

It made sense that he didn’t want to see you. If you were in his shoes, you probably wouldn’t leave your room and have the light of day touch your face for a whole moon. The idea of Seonghwa upset just didn’t sit right with you. Nonetheless, you could do little else than bide your time for him, however much you hated waiting.

He didn’t show up the next day either. Nor the one after that.

By the fourth day of waiting, you started to feel twinges of discouragement, but you never gave up, determined to set things right with Seonghwa. The niggling thought of him never showing up was one that often pestered you while you patiently awaited his return, although always quickly shoved down into the corner of your mind. You didn’t want to think about what you would do if you never saw him again.

It took just over a week of waiting for him to come back. At that point, you hadn’t thought he’d come back at all, reluctantly accepting that you’ve ultimately ruined your friendship with Seonghwa.

And so, imagine your surprise when his voice rang out through the trees, your name rolling off his tongue smoothly, “Y/N.”

Startled, you flinched so hard that your head hit a branch that hung lowly on the icy tree you were sitting beneath. It reminded you so much of the first time you met him that you couldn’t help but crack a smile after your initial pained grimace.

“Seonghwa,” You gasped, eyes round with shock and mouth agape. “You’re… you’re back!”

The excitement in your voice didn’t go undetected by either of you, but his features were set in stone, unmoving and neutral. Those blazing eyes of his seemed to bore holes into you, and you felt strangely naked underneath his gaze. You noticed that his appearance was more disheveled than ever, eyebags dark and hair not neatly slicked back like usual. He looked broken, but far too proud to admit so.

“Seonghwa…?” You stepped closer, the frosted leafy foliage crumbling under the pressure. This man was someone you deeply cared about, and you knew he felt the same about you.

So why was he staring at you like you meant nothing to him?

A shiver ran down your spine, a sensation that only Seonghwa could bestow upon you. Which was ironic, because the cold feeling that tickled down your spine was ignited by a man with powers of fire and heat.

You and him didn’t belong together. That was clear as day by now.

“Seonghwa,” You mumbled again, reaching out to him once close enough.

He shut his eyes as if looking at you were torture. It stung more than you liked to admit, so you retracted your fingers, clenching them into a fist and dropping them back by your side awkwardly. The air was so tense, so utterly uncomfortable, you could feel the crack in your heart splinter into more branches.

“Stop saying that.”

“Saying what?” Your bottom lip trembled. This wasn’t the Seonghwa you’ve grown to be so fond of. This man scared you. You had half a mind to grab him by the shoulders and shake some sense back into him. Where did your Seonghwa go?

An angry huff escaped his lips, misting visibly out of his carmine lips. The very ones you kissed a little over a week ago.

“You can’t… just… don’t say my name. Please. We can’t be like that anymore. We can’t do this. We can’t keep seeing each other.” Seonghwa’s stoic mask disintegrated into raw emotion. He looked to be on the verge of tears, and you wouldn’t be surprised if you mirrored the same exact expression.

There was a part of you that wanted to yell and scream and throw sharp icicles at him until he had no choice but to run back to Flamer territory. Anywhere, as long as it was far away from you. The other, more rational part of you, whispered that he was right. After all, you were the one that pushed him away first. It was only fair.

A broken bone won’t heal if you keep putting pressure on the wound. Being a healer, you couldn’t just ignore your own teachings.

But for just once in your life, you wanted to be selfish. You wanted to hold Seonghwa tightly in your grasp, no matter how dangerous it was. You wanted to call him yours, and you wanted to be his. You wanted to kiss him again, despite the small action being the ultimate downfall for the both of you.

And so you found yourself croaking out, making sure to emphasize his name, “Seonghwa, you know just as much as I do that there’s something here between us. You can’t just ignore it and toss that all out the window!”

His face screwed up in an effort to keep the onslaught of tears at bay. Perhaps what he felt for you wasn’t yet as strong as what he’d call love, but he wasn’t very far from it. He cared too much for you, so much more than anybody else in his life.

He needed you. And because of that, he had to let you go. Fraternizing with the enemy wasn’t something to be taken lightly. If his tribe knew about this little escapade of his, they’d have his head and would finally have a good enough reason to declare war. Regardless, it was only a matter of time. The Fire Tribe has hated Icers for centuries and centuries, teetering on the brink between neutrality and complete bloodshed.

“We have no choice,” The words were said in a low tone, rumbling deep down in his chest. Seonghwa shuffled closer, so close that you could feel his familiar heat wavering against the ice once again. You longed to reach out and place your hand on his chest, feel his heart thumping against his ribcage frantically, just as yours was. “Do you know what they’d do to you - to us - if our tribes found us together? It’s too risky, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do if you got hurt.”

“I’m a healer. I can take care of myself! And we can just stay careful like we always have. Besides, people rarely come into the Grey Forest anymore!” Your words came out fast and jittery and panicked. You thought that you had already come to terms with losing the man that stood in front of you, but you were far from acceptance, you knew that now.

Seonghwa carded a pale hand through dark strands of hair, “I’m sorry, were you not the one that told me to go back home? You started this. You wanted this!” He was so agitated that when he swung his arm back to his side, small crackles of fire lit up his fingers.

Something inside you snapped, “I most definitely did not! It was just… all too sudden and I needed time to think. Now that I’ve already thought, there’s no need for us to run away and never see each other again! You’re overexaggerating, Seonghwa.”

“No, you don’t get it. Don’t you know, Y/N? Our tribes are verging on war. We’re supposed to be enemies, you and I. Don’t be daft!” His voice raised a notch or two louder, and you found yourself shrinking into yourself.

Tears pricked your eyes and you looked away from his fierce gaze, “We don’t have to be a part of that. We can just -”

“Just what? Pretend? We can’t play picnic in the forest and act like our people aren’t planning to slaughter each other!”

“You know what?” You shouted so loudly that the birds nesting on treetops fluttered away, a mass of dark wings and agitated squawks. “If you want to walk away from this relationship, from me, then go ahead! I won’t stop you. Fuck you, Seonghwa. Fuck you for throwing this away the moment it became something more.”

“You were the first to push away!” He protested, pointing an accusatory finger at you.

“Well, I’m sorry!” You cried out, furiously swiping away the tears that dribbled down your cheeks. “I’m sorry I was scared! I’m willing to try again, but you’re not giving me the chance. I waited for you every day, you know.”

“I know. I saw,” He said, suddenly quiet. “I’m sorry for making you wait.”

The two of you stared at each other defiantly, heavy breaths misting the air in front of you. His nose was tinted a deep pink, no doubt because of the cold.

“I’m leaving,” Seonghwa said after a long while. “And you shouldn’t come back here. Ever. I need you to know, Y/N. I’m doing this because I care about you. I expect you to do the same for me.”

Then, after casting you a forlorn expression, he tore his blazing eyes away and stiffly swiveled around in the snow. A gust of wind tousled his hair and he blew out a sigh of pale white mist. The cold made his nose red, and you subconsciously noticed the way he shivered slightly, brushing snowflakes off his sleeve. You’d miss that.

You’d miss him.

His heat grew fainter as his long strides took him further away from you. Your tears had crystallized on your cheeks uncomfortably, a frozen reminder of what you’d lost. You had half the mind to storm right up to Seonghwa and force him to stay here, by your side. That was the child speaking within you, however, and you were no longer a child.

Flicking the solidified salt water on your cheeks away, you did just the same as Seonghwa had minutes ago, trudging your way back to Icer lands. Little did either of you know, the two of you cried fresh tears along the whole journey back.

The last time you ever stepped foot in the Grey Forest was just the day after. Your eyes were puffy and aching, hair a terrible mess, and a wax-sealed envelope was tightly clutched in your hand.

There was a chance that Seonghwa would never come back. In fact, it was most probable that he’d never get the precariously written letter you left by the usual meeting place, considering what he told you yesterday.

Fond memories sunk its sharpened claws into you, stealing away your breath as you cupped both hands over your mouth, overwhelmed in every way possible. You were far too drained to cry, having emptied away all your tears the day before.

And so, you brushed stray snowflakes off the periwinkle-hued wax stamp, placing it down by the tree stump where Seonghwa usually sat.

Then you muttered a quiet, broken goodbye, stomping back to Icer lands. You were never going to see Seonghwa again.

Dear Seonghwa,

I know you told me to never come back. I won’t, I promise. I just wanted to leave the letter because… we never properly got to say goodbye, did we?

Well, congrats, you big dummy. You’re right. You always were, and you always are. We were never supposed to be friends. I mean, I suppose we’re enemies now, aren’t we? It was quite the foolish fantasy we had going on there, huh? I get it, we have to stay loyal to our respective tribes, we can’t risk getting caught, so on so forth. I just hope that when war is declared (which doesn’t seem to be long from now, to be quite honest), I won’t see you on the battlefield. I don’t think I’d be able to handle that.

So, I guess this is goodbye. It’s a little hard to believe that I won’t ever get to see your stupid face again. Remember when I threw a snowball at you so hard that it broke your nose? You panicked and blood went splattering everywhere and it didn’t stop until I got you to calm down. For a highly-ranked Flamer soldier, I’d expect you to be less squeamish at the sight of your own blood. It’s alright, though. As a healer myself, blood still freaks me out just a bit.

I thought I ruined your pretty face for all the poor ladies and gents who were mad in love with you back at the Flame Tribe, and I felt so guilty. And then you smiled! I remember feeling envy and astonishment at the same time because how the hell could one look pretty while smiling through a broken, bloody nose?

I’m glad I didn’t ruin your face, though. You’d probably get really mad at me if I did. But you would’ve forgiven me eventually, right?

Frankly, I don’t know if I deserve your forgiveness for what I did. And no, I’m not talking about hurting your precious face (they say a once-broken nose makes a man more attractive!). I’m sorry for pushing you away, Seonghwa. Really, I don’t know what I was thinking. I was scared and I needed time to think. I hope you understand that. If you don’t, that’s okay as well.

If I could rewind time, I wouldn’t have stopped kissing you. I could’ve carried on for days and days and days on end. Did you know that you’re the second person I’ve ever kissed? Don’t ask about the first, drunk Wooyoung isn’t really something to brag about. Well, for the record, you were the first kiss I actually enjoyed. Congrats.

Of course, all this doesn’t mean that it was entirely my fault. I waited for you for a week, and you did nothing but hide behind trees and watch. That was real shitty of you, to put it plainly.

I’ll miss you, though. I’ve never felt this way about any Icer and I doubt I ever will. Of all people to set my sights on, it just had to be a Flamer. What rotten luck we have.

Goodbye forever, Seonghwa. Stay safe, alright? For my sake.

With much love,

Y/N.

Seonghwa read the letter through so quickly that his pupils seemed to be moving at lightning speed. Then, with a numbed heart, he read it a second time, this time much slower.

By the third time he reread each of your carefully handwritten words, warm tears of salt water were running over his cheeks. His face had grown considerably hotter, the salty liquid steaming misty tendrils against his skin. He was angry. So, so ridiculously angry. At himself, at this stupid rivalry between the tribes, at you for being so goddamn perfect. Of course you’d managed to squeeze in jaunts and jokes in a farewell note.

There was a part of him that wished he’d never come back to the Grey Forest and found the letter. Fat droplets of his tears trickled down his jaw and soaked through the parchment, marring the intricate ink characters. With a gentle sigh, Seonghwa brushed the dampness away and stiffly flicked his wrist.

The letter burst into glowing orange flames. And Seonghwa watched on, stifling down the urge to break down into a fit of chest-wracking sobs, until your goodbye was nothing but a measly pile of blackened ashes on his palm.

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Sinful Sunday!!

AN: Well folks we made it to number 10 of Sinful Sundays!!!! Honestly you all have been liking these more than I thought you would and that makes me really happy! Only real announcement for this week is that this week's Wednesday fic is the next part of Merman!Din and I am super excited to get it written and ready for you guys! Anyway, I hop you a have a great week!!

Sinful Sunday Masterlist

Pairings: Marshal Commander Cody x Reader, Sub!Captain Rex x Reader, Din Djarin x Reader, Paz Vizsla x Reader, Ezra (Prospect)x Reader

Marshal Commander Cody x Reader

Ok so I feel like this one is long overdue, but I just wanna say be warned that there is just a lot of smut in this. In my defense my period has me going through some feral ass thoughts…..

It had been a long evening of meetings and schmoozing with other senators at a diplomatic gala that had been thrown by Chancellor Palpatine himself. You were just ready to be in your apartment where you could shed the heavy dress you were wearing along with the tight, migraine-inducing hairdo you were supporting. What you weren’t expecting though, was to only get one digit of your security code into the keypad before your door was swishing open and you were being pulled into your home away from home. Your first instinct was to fight back, not seeing your assailant, then you felt the cold hardness of plastoid digging into your back, as well as the small sliver of deep yellow on the gloves. Instantly you relaxed, and when he let you go you spun around ready to chastise him for his behavior, but when you made eye contact, you could see the hot blaze set in his amber eyes. Gulping you take a step away from him and open your mouth to speak, but are instantly cut off by the man of the hour, Commander Cody, as he growls out, “That’s some dress you have on there, senator.”

Looking down you blush, and avoid eye contact as you say, “We-well, Commander, the style wasn’t necessarily my idea...the color was though.”

The dress was showier than some of your others, having a plunging neckline, as well as open sides that gave off just enough side boob to tease anyone within eyesight. The dress also had two very high leg slits that very clearly showed your legs off with every step you took, and the color, which you had picked purposefully, was very much the same shade that Cody wore proudly on his armor.

Looking up, you caught Cody’s engulfing gaze as he took in every inch of you, especially lingering on the spots where your breasts showed teasingly and where your thighs were peeking from behind the silky fabric. Finding your voice again you spoke up saying, “I, uh, liked the dress. Thought the color looked nice on me… do you not like it, Cody?”

That had his eyes immediately jerking up to meet your own, and him stepping forward to crowd you into the wall.

“Like it? Do I like it? The second I walked into that party with the General to speak with the Chancellor I could see you, and fuck did you make me want to bend you over right there. Teach you a lesson for walking around dressed like this, how many of those sniveling senators do you think you made harder than they have ever been in their life> Hmm? How many of those men and women do you think came just from the sight of you?”

You only shivered in response to his question, then in the next second, he was smashing his lips into your own in a bruising kiss that left you completely breathless when he finally pulled away.

“Co-cody pl-,” you couldn’t even finish your thought before, he slapped your thigh with enough force to make the sound echo through your quiet apartment and you to whimper before he growled out, “Tonight, it is Commander. I want you in your bed stripped bare and open for me by the time I get this armor off,” he gave you one more bruising kiss, before squeezing your thigh which no doubt had a red mark, as whispered, “Go.”

You were in your room before you could even think. You thanked the maker that the dress wasn’t one of the harder ones to take off and didn’t need more than one pair of hands to peel from your body. The dress, you immediately hung up, not wanting it to get ruined, especially with how much of a reaction it has caused in your favorite Commander. Next you started ripping out all the pins and accessories from your hair, glad that you didn’t need to waste time stripping from underthings because you hadn’t been able to wear them under the dress. The second you heard stopping feet coming closer to your bedroom door, you had pulled the last pin from your hair and launched yourself into bed not wanting to know what punishment Cody would give you tonight with how worked up he obviously was.

When Cody entered the room, he paused only long enough to take in your flustered and lustful sight with a smirk before climbing onto the bed and positioning himself between your spread legs.

“Look at you, I haven’t even touched you, and these,” he reached up squeezing your breasts, before pinching your nipples listening to the sinful mewl you give out, “are already hard and begging for me to touch them. Isn’t that right, senator?”

Flustered, you feel heat rise in your face and chest as you nod, embarrassed over just how worked up Commander Cody could so effortlessly make you. But that wasn’t enough of an answer for him, so he reached down with one hand and slapped your wet pussy, enjoying just how wet it felt and sounded as he did. He squeezed your breasts and ran his thumb over your peaked nipple as he said lowly, “Answer me.”

“Yes, yes Cod- Commander. All for you, please,” and as you gave out an answer you knew would please him, you arched your chest up into his touch with a whimper. “Such a good little thing for me.”

Cody made sure and take his time with your breasts, squeezing and pinching them, nipping and marking them, so that by the time he pulled away your chest glistened with his saliva and was colored with bright marks. He watched your heaving chest with an almost possessive gaze for a minute as he reached down and stroked himself a few times. Then his gaze met yours again, and you could see just how much his black pupils had eaten away the amber of his gaze in his lust for you and you couldn’t help the moan that slipped out when you felt the hunger in his gaze. Then you felt the head of his cock being pushed through your slippery folds, nudging against your clit, making your head press back into the pillow as your mouth fell open in a silent moan.

“Tell me how much you want me, come on, I wanna hear it. Beg me for my cock.”

Whimpering, you opened you eyes and met his gaze again and moaned out as his tip brushed over your clit again and said, “Please, Commander.”

You felt him pull his cock away from you and as you started to whimper, it turned into a pleasured mewl as he smacked your cunt again, growling, “You can do better than that, try again.”

Wasting no time, especially as he barely brushed his cock over you teasingly you begged out, “Please, Commander, please please, please. I need you, I need you to put it inside me. Please I need you, Commander.”

Cody muttered some small praise to you as he pressed into you, graning about how good you feel. Instead of slamming into you as you had expected, Cody made sure to sink into you slowly, making sure you felt every inch of him, every catch and bump as he sunk all the way into you. By the time he bottomed out and you felt his balls brush against your ass, you were squirming and attempting to grind against him to some kind of friction to relieve the aching need you felt, but he kept both hands anchored to your waist keeping you still. With a grin, Cody looked up at you from where he had been watching you stretch and take him fully, “Now I want you to cum all over me like this. I wanna feel you squeeze me even tighter, and if you’re good then I will fuck you so hard you’ll walk with a limp tomorrow, senator.”

His words alone were enough to have you flushing and clenching around him as he stretched you out. Then he moved one of his large hands down so that it rested over your lower belly and his thumb could press tight circles to your clit that had you seeing stars almost immediately. He held you still as he brushed his thumb over your clit again and again and you felt like you were going mad. As he continued his onslaught you begged him to move, but he stayed silent only pressing harder against your clit, until you couldn’t take it anymore and you clenched down on him and came with a shout of, “Commander.”

He didn’t even give you a second to recover before he was pulling out of you and slamming back into you as he grunted, “So good for me.”

Cody set up a punishing pace that had you reaching up digging your nails into his shoulders and wrapping your legs around his waist. At some point, he manages to nail you right into that sensitive spot inside of you, and you through back your head with a long moan. Now aiming for that spot over and over, Cody buried his face in your neck and starts biting and sucking more marks into your skin. You could feel your second orgasm approaching quickly after Cody’s pace picked up slightly, and it took no time at all for this orgasm to overtake you. You felt it wash over you, making you tense from head to toe, clenching down on Cody so hard that his thrusts got shallower. You didn’t realize until after you started recovering from your orgasm that your ears had started ringing, and by the time you felt Cody’s thrusts become erratic you could hear the absolute feral grunting falling from his lips. Then you felt him, push your legs from his hips and pull out of you roughly right as he shot his first rope of cum on your stomach. You couldn’t help but admire how sexy he looked as he threw his head back, and pulled at his cock until he was completely spent and your stomach and chest was covered in his cum.

Cody took only a second to collect his bearings before he got off the bed and walked into your refresher. You didn’t even attempt to more, knowing that it would be pointless, and you know what, you were comfortable just the way you were. You started to doze, but then you were pulled back awake by the feeling of something warm on your chest. Opening your eyes, you saw Cody gently cleaning you up, before throwing the rag into your hamper without looking and curling up behind you. Smiling as he wraps his arm around you, you hear him whisper your name before saying, “You looked absolutely ravishing tonight.”

“Hmm, good thing then that you were obviously hungry, Commander,” you slurred out right as you let sleep wash over you.

Captain Rex x Reader

So I have written quite a bit about Sub!Din, but what about some Sub!Rex pegging?? I thought about it, and now I can’t get the THOT out of my head…..

It had been your idea. Rex had been hesitant and thought on it for a while, but in the end he couldn't deny that the thought didn't turn him on. The idea of you taking control, of you taking his pleasure into your hands and him not having to worry about anything other than feeling what pleasure you offered him? Well, how could that not be appealing. If he was honest, Rex just wanted to be taken care of every once and a while, have all the his worries pushed aside and just let himself be over taken by pleasure provided by the person he loves most in the galaxy. Rex was very much a giver, but he more than wanted to be the receiver for once.

So when he had agreed, and your face lit up he knew immediately he was going to be in for a ride. You both planned and set aside a night that Rex had off so you both could take your time and he could recover the next day if needed.

The night started with a nice dinner that you had made, and an expensive bottle of Alderaan wine. The two of you talked and chatted the way you usually did, and when you finally made it to the bedroom, any nerves Rex had had were gone as you kissed him deeply and the two of you undressed. You stripped down to his favorite lingerie set, a set near identical in color to his armor, before pulling on the strap and grabbing the lube.

Before starting you kissed him gently and ran your hands over his stomach, skirting around his hard cock and running them over his hips teasingly. You made sure and asked him one last time if he was sure and when he nodded you said, "Ok, then you must promise to tell me to stop if its too much okay? I don't want to hurt you my brave soldier."

He chuckled, but agreed and then you were pressing a finger inside of him and it was odd at first, and it felt wrong, but then after you started thrusting it in and out and got a second finger inside as well Rex could help the small pleasurable grunt as you just barely brushed something that gave him sparks in his lower stomach. After hearing that you cooed at him telling him he was doing so good, and you leaned in for a kiss as you pressed into that spot more, swallowing the low moan he gave into your mouth.

By the time you had him stretched enough to comfortably fit the strap into him, Rex was flushed and his cock was leaking precut all over his stomach as it gave out a needy twitch. As you pressed into him, Rex couldn't help but think that he wanted this more often, especially loving the way you were giving him your full attention like this, praising him and giving him soft kisses. When you were full inside of him, you gave a small test thrust, brushing against that spot again and with how worked up he was Rex threw his head back with a muffled groan of your name. He knew you were smiling as you set up a nice steady pace. It was so much better than Rex had thought it might be, and he would have been embarrassed with how quick he felt his peak approaching, but he couldn't care in the moment, and when you asked him he just gasped out a, "need to cum," and finally, finally he felt you wrap your fingers around his cock and start tugging it in time with your thrust. He was a goner he knew immediately, those skillful fingers passed over his head, and when he frantically called out your name before painting his chest with his cum, he knew that this was one of the best orgasms he's ever had, and he was more than glad he had trusted you enough to give it to him.

When you pulled away he cringed, not liking the slide of the dido coming completely out, but he stayed laying on the bed as you cleaned him up and pulled on comfortable clothes before curling up with him. Once you both were settled for the night you asked, "So?"

"I think we can do it again in the future…"

"Good, I like taking care of you Rex. You deserve someone to look out for you every once and a while."

"Thank you, cyare….."

Din Djarin x Reader

Speaking of Din, I did have this THOT about comm sex/mutual masturbation with Din while he’s on a hunt…..

You hadn't been expecting the call, you really hadn't been expecting him to call, this late none the less. It had been two days since he disappeared over the horizon with the promise of coming back, and promising to call you when he had caught the bounty and was headed back to the ship. You hadn't been worried, two days was nothing compared to some of his other absences and you didn't mind getting one on one time with Grogu.

Tonight however, you had managed to get the child to bed early, he almost immediately passing out as soon as he was layed in his bed. You had meant to spend the evening fixing things or cleaning, but you had just found yourself wrapped in Din's spare cape, smelling his scent as you buried two of you fingers as deep as possible into your needy cunt. And that is exactly how Din's call had caught you.

When you had struggle do answer it, Din's first questions was if everything was ok, and you had to assure him everything was fine, making up the excuse that you were downstairs putting Grogu to bed. He had bought it, immediately perking up and saying, "So he is asleep then?"

"Yes...I can..I can go get him if you want to tal-"

"No...no, I called because I… kriff, cyare… I needed to hear you. Maker I've been so horny all day and all I can think of is that pretty pussy taking all of me in and squeezing me tightly."

As you flush at his words you hear him moan on the other end of the line, so breathlessly you ask, "Din? Are...are you touching yourself?"

You hear a grunt before he groans out, "Kriff, I needed to hear you, been...been trying to cum but I couldn't… fuck cyare, I wish you were here."

You hadn't even realized, but as Din talked, you hand had traveled back down to your still aching cunt and started rubbing circles on your clit, whimpering loud enough that Din could hear.

"Oh fuck, sweet...sweet.. are you touching yourself? God, tell me how good you feel right now? Fuck play with your nipples for me, I wanna hear you as you touch them." Moaning, you do as he says, and reach up and punch the hard peaks pressing against your shirt and your groan out his name before saying, "Fuck, Din. I feel so good, been needy for you all day and couldn't get rid of the feeling, marker above I wish your fingers were inside me right now."

The groan you receive is down right sinful, and at this point you can hear Din fucking into his fist over the comm. Matching his rhythm with your fingers on you clit, you let out whines and moans of his name before you felt the knot in your stomach tense up, and you moaned out, "Im gonna cum Din, fuck I'm gonna cum. Are you close, please tell me you're close, I wanna hear you spill into your fist as I soak your spare cloak."

You only get a needy whine back and the sounds of his fist speeding up. Then you feel your legs tensing up as you repeat Din's name over and over and over as you reach your peak, and as you fall into it, your lips transforming Din's name into a deep moan. You continue to play with your clit until you hear the tale tell heavy grunts that meant Din has finished and you sighed blissfully as you pulled your fingers away from yourself. You both were quite for a second, before you heard Din mumble, "Thank you cyare… I'm sorry I called so late."

You hummed for a second then you replied, "Its okay, you can make it up to me by using those talented fingers of yours on me when you get back," the only answer you receive is a long chuckle, before he said goodnight and cut the call.

Paz Vizsla x Reader

So kind of warning, this is a bit of a noncon, but like not really, idk?? I just want to put that warning there just in case, but if you wanna see if you wanna read -> Paz hears you masturbating and moaning his name, then he starts masturbating to the sounds you are making and to the thought of you....

Paz has been infatuated with you since you both were still young. He knew the second you walked into his life that he wanted you to be his riduur. The problem? Well the giant oaf was not the best with words unless it came to weapons, his work with the tribe, or when he was expressing his anger, anything else was a no go. Paz had tried in the past to work up the courage to tell you, but everytime he chickened out last second, and screwed up in someway much to his embarrassment, and Din's entertainment. To the point that Din was starting to keep a tally of just how many times he'd fucked up asking to just court you. He didn't want to imagine how bad it would be for you to marry him if you ever did end up at that point.

No you were perfect, and Paz was very much a flawed love sick puppy around you. So when the Armorer informed him of a supply mission he was being sent on, with you as his partner he nearly combust on the spot. There was no way in Coruscant that he would make it through a three day trip with just you without screwing things up for good. But he couldn't say no to his Alor, so he just went with it, even as each step to the ship was full of panic.

The trip to the planet, and collecting the supplies had been easy, it was the trip back that he found himself in a situation that he wished hadn't happened. It was late, you had gone to bed about an hour ago while Paz had stayed watching over the cockpit. Eventually though, Paz had to make the trip down to the fresher, but on his way back, when he passed your room he had frozen in place hearing the long drawn out moan of his name. He wished more than anything to be mistaken and having dreamed up the sound instead of listening in, but shortly after he had heard an unmistakable whimper followed by a muffled wet squelching, and he was just instantly hard in his flight suit.

Paz knew it was wrong, he knew he should move back to the cockpit and calm down, forgetting everything he'd heard, but he found himself frozen in place as he continued to eavesdrop. Carefully he reached for his vembrace, and tuned his helmet so that he could hear you better, while also turning off almost all sound that would come from his helmet.

As he listened to every whimper, Paz pulled off his cod piece and slipped his cock from his suit. Silently, he clenched his fist around the base, and let out a groan when he heard you breathily moan his name followed by a loud wet sound that he assumed was your fingers slamming up into that undoubtedly tight cunt. He groaned, and listened to the wet sounds coming from your fingers' pace, and he tried matching and following it the best he could.

As you continued to moan his name, Paz pressed his head to your door, pumping his cock as you picked up your pace. He felt almost like he could taste it in the air, how close you were, how your moans got higher pitched, how the wet slide of your fingers got louder, how you chanted his name like a prayer, and he felt guilty for intruding, he felt gross and like scum, but you sounded so perfect and he felt glued to the spot as well as he could not remember a time touching himself like this had ever felt so good. And when you came, he could hear the wobble in your voice as you continued to slide your fingers around your pussy to draw out you pleasure.

Then he was cumming with a roar and deep pants. Paz clenched his eyes shut milking his cock and cumming more than he could ever remember. The pleasure was so good and overwhelming that he did not notice when your door slid open, he did not notice the quiet gasp you gave as you heard a muffled gasp of your name from beneath his helmet, and he did not notice when a couple ropes of his cum shot out from his cock and landed on your bare stomach only a foot or so away.

When he did finally open his eyes though, he almost choked with how quickly he gasped in air as he saw you standing there, and as he panicked knowing you were going to react and push him away calling him a pervert.

Instead he was left, already getting hard again as he watched you innocently scoop up some of his cum that landed on you and stuck it under your helmet to lick off your fingers. Paz swore he died in that moment, and entering heaven was when you pulled him into the dark room and removed your helmet saying, "Paz, I cant wait any longer, please fuck me…."

Ezra (Prospect) x Reader

I have gone far too long without writing anything for Ezra and I need more of my poetic fool in my life, so here is Ezra and you taking a ‘break’ from working in the middle of a heavily forested planet, but it’s just fluff. Also, this is pre-movie, because I am lazy right now to do post-movie world-building or details….

You had to admit that your most recent job as a prospector had been decent and actually quite enjoyable. The planet you were stationed on was heavily wooded, but it had breathable air so suits weren’t required, and the climate was neither hot nor cold. Hell, even the team of twelve that you had been sent down with had been a refreshing change, no one had tried to betray anyone, no one had tried starting a mutiny, no one had even had to fire a single thrower shot. No, it had been peaceful, and as you wished you could stay here like this, happy and pretty much free for the rest of time.

Your ragtag crew had decided upon landing to split into six teams of two to cover more ground, hoping that by doing that you all would have a higher chance of a payout. Work had been steady and honestly, your partner was amazing at his job. He always knew exactly where to dig, and it always resulted in the biggest hauls of the day. It helped that he also was kind enough to walk you through some of his prospecting secrets, as well as just rambling on and on with his endearing accent about whatever came to mind. No, prospecting with Ezra as a partner was anything but boring, and you always found yourself laughing throughout the day as he told story after story, how true you didn’t know, but it didn’t matter to you because they were entertaining and made the days pass at a quicker pace.

Ezra never expecting anything out of you, only that you pulled your own and worked to your fullest extent. Past that he never expected you to carry or join in on the conversations, he was more than willing to fill the silence with his own words and dramatics, though whenever you did butt in with a comment you could feel and hear the giant smile that came across his face, especially if you asked a question about whatever he was talking about. The joy he got from the questions or interaction, lead you to believe that he was used to being ignored or tuned out. And whenever you did take over the conversation, he was always quiet and asking questions and leaving comments in between pauses, never once interrupting you.

The group was to be on the planet for half a rotation around its neighboring sun, and in that time, being surrounded by Ezra, you couldn’t help but start to fall for his easy smiles and charming words. You found yourself always enraptured with his words, and when you were speaking face to face, like during meals or breaks, you found it all but impossible to break from his gaze that held worlds of knowledge and stories. Your favorite times with the man was before bed each night, both of you having eaten and done your night routines, and as you lay in your cots in your two-person tent across from each other, Ezra always pulls out one of his worn books, and would read from their pages aloud to you. Allowing you each night to fall asleep happy with a smile on your face, listening to the soft voice of the man you knew for sure you would stay with had he only asked.

Then, during the last month of your job, you and Ezra found yourself far enough ahead in collecting gems that the two of you decided to take it easy on yourselves. Both of you were still working, but neither of you were working at the pace you usually worked at, instead opting for a more leisurely pace, wanting to take a bit of time to enjoy the moment before you inevitably had to move on.

Ezra, per usual, had been carrying on throughout the day and while you usually listened closely to him, you found yourself getting more caught up in the sounds of the nature around you, the hum insects and the songs of the birds, the wind rustling the branches of the numerous and large trees, the calls of the deer-like creatures that called the planet home. You had been so caught up in the sounds that you didn’t even notice Ezra stop talking, nor did you notice him approach you until he wrapped his arms around you and placed his head onto of your own from your seated position.

“You know, my little nymph, I think this may be one of the most rapturous planets I have been on in my travels, and I am not just saying that because of the planet itself. No, little nymph, you have made my time here so much more enjoyable and blissful than it would have been otherwise. Each day we near our end date, I loath to imagine parting from you. I know that my heart would not survive the separation, that I would fall into a depression without hearing your laugh each day or seeing that kind smile that I have only seen you show to me. Little nymph, if you at all would be agreeable to it, I would like to propose a partnership together that will last long after this job is done. I know it for a fact in my heart that I would live a thousand lifetimes to just be by your side. I would be your Orpheus and would walk straight to Hades and Persephone to ask for you back if I needed you too. My little nymph, what do you say,” the last part he almost asked hesitantly, like you even had a single thought of turning him down.

Tilting your head back, with a watery smile, so entranced by his words you couldn’t speak, you just grabbed his cheeks and pulled him down into a soft kiss. The kiss was unsurprisingly perfect, how could it not be when you were kissing a man who knew how to use his mouth anyway he needed. The kiss didn’t last long, only long enough to convey your happiness and your wants to be by his side as well. When the two of you parted, Ezra ran his nose softly along your hairline quietly as the two of you took the chance to soak in the moment.

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please give me Anything himbo roger i need this like perhaps... him being obsessed with eating pussy? pls? - cloud anon

I’m so so so glad you requested more himbo rog because i love any excuse to write him lmao. This is a bit of a long one, certainly well over blurb length but what are you gonna do. I just have a lot of thots where himbo rog is concerned and then there was that convo a little while ago about dressing him in a maid uniform and I had to use it in here.

warnings: smut, hypnosis & bimbofication, dom!reader, fingering, pegging, oral sex (f receiving), hand job, a little bit of spanking, a little choking, a very brief mention of public sex, free use (perhaps leaning ever so slightly into consensual non consent), humiliation and degradation

Blurb Advent: Day 15

Future Management Series (all my bimbo/himbo writing)

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The costume shop was quiet when you entered it, one of the fluorescent lights at the far end flickering. The lady at the counter looked up from her magazine, her gaze lingering on Roger for a moment before she looked back down.

“What was the theme again?” you asked Roger as you flicked through a rack of women’s costumes.

“The letter M,” he replied from one of the other racks.

“How did Freddie pick that?”

“Dunno, you’d have to ask him. Bigger question is what are we going to wear.”

“What about Mickey and Minnie Mouse?” you shrugged.

“That sounds easy. And we’d look cute as fuck.”

“Sorry, hun,” the woman at the counter piped up, “Sold out of them two days ago.”

“Rats.”

“Mice, love,” Roger teased poking his tongue out as he went to check out another row of costumes, “We could make them from scratch I suppose.”

“Left it a bit late though. We’re meant to have them by Saturday.” You headed to the counter in the hopes that the woman there would be able to speed things up, “Do you have any other costumes starting with M then?”

She sighed as she were being interrupted in a very important task before putting down her magazine and pulling out a binder full of lists of stock. Flicking through it she located the section with M. An awful lot of it had been crossed out.

“How many people are invited to this thing? And do they all shop here?”

He shrugged as he joined you at the counter, “Roughly half of London if his last party was anything to go by. What are our options?”

The women smiled at Roger, her attitude becoming much friendlier now that he was involved, “Not a lot I’m afraid. We’ve still got a Mummy, as in Ancient Egypt, ummm, a Maid, as in French, Marilyn Monroe, Mary Poppins, a Monk, Mrs Clause, Medieval Princess…”

“Looks like you’ll be easy to sort out,” Roger said to you, “not much in the way of mens costumes though. I’d be an alright Mummy I guess,”

“Sorry, should have specified. It’s a women’s costume that one. Very sexy,”

“How do you make a Mummy sexy?”

“Strategically removed bandages. I can show you if you like,” she said this last part to Roger, suggestion dripping from every word.

“What about the Monk?” you suggested.

“Ehhhh,”

“Beggars can’t be choosers Rog.”

“Alright, it’s the backup idea. Would I be able to fit in any of those other costumes though?”

The woman thought about it, giving Roger a once over as if measuring him with just her eyeballs, “The Maid maybe. Think we should have one large enough.”

“Alright I’ll try that.”

“And I’ll go Marilyn Monroe?”

“You as Marilyn? Oh there’s a joke in there somewhere…something about How To Mary A Millionaire?”

You shook your head at him, “Just go and try on your dress,”

It was a good thing Roger had no qualms about cross dressing because the maid outfit fit perfectly. One look at Roger’s legs in the short, ruffled skirt had your mind whirring with ideas. He bought both your costumes, adding in a maid’s headband and fishnet stockings for himself and a blond Marilyn wig for you. And on Saturday night you watched him don the outfit once more, struggling to keep your hands off him. Without you knowing, he’d gone and bought himself a pair of simple black heels, explaining that if he was going to do it he might as well do it properly. Unfortunately for you they just emphasised the shape of his legs in the fishnets and made his hips sway as he walked.

The party itself was fun but you constantly found yourself zoning out, thinking about what you’d like to do to Roger before he got out of the dress.

“Love?” he asked, making you blink yourself back to the thumping music and loud voices, “You alright?’

“Fine,” you nodded.

Roger frowned and grabbed your hand, leading you away from the main throng of people, “You’ve been zoning out all night, are you sure you’re okay? Haven’t had too much to drink or anything?”

“No, it’s fine. Someone lit up a joint before and I must have breathed in some of it without meaning to.”

He gave you a look like he knew there was more to it.

“Also, maybe I can’t stop thinking about trancing you in that dress.”

“Oh,” his eyes widened and if it hadn’t been as dark as it was you would have seen a light pink stain creeping up his neck. He glanced around and then pulled you off down the hall and towards an even quieter spot, “and um, what might that look like?”

“I don’t know, got a few ideas,” your breath hitched as Roger pushed you into a dark corner of whichever room you’d ended up in, “like the idea of you on your knees. Bet I could see your arse if you leaned forward enough.”

Roger attached his lips to your throat, oblivious of if anyone else was around.

“Maybe spanking you or edg – ” you were cut off as Roger kissed you full on the mouth, his hands already working at getting his underwear and stockings down far enough to get his dick out.

“We’ll continue this conversation at home,” he said as he lifted you up, pushing your back against the wall as he moved your underwear aside.

It took a couple of days for the topic to come up again but Roger was still just as into it as he had been at the party. He’d clearly been thinking about it too because he had almost as many ideas as you did and for a week or so you discussed it on and off. It came up intermittently, sometimes a single idea out of nowhere.

“What if you tranced me and made me think I was your maid or uhhh servant? Maybe like acted really strict? Or mean even?”

“What about I get a bell to ring to get your attention but use the hypnosis to condition you to get hornier when you hear it?”

Or sometimes it was more of a conversation with each of you building on what the other said.

“What do you think about exploring that free use thing we talked about a few months ago? Like me just having you how I want and when I want.”

“Would that require a more extended hypnosis? A whole day maybe? More?”

“No I don’t think so. I mean, maybe longer than the usual couple of hours. An afternoon? Not longer than a day though, I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing that to you.”

“Then yeah okay, we did agree it sounded hot in a non-hypno way so mixing them together should work. Um, what about that pegging thing we tried?”

“You wanna do it again?”

“Yeah I think so. Again, it was pretty hot last time so doing it while I’m hypnotised can only be better, right?”

“Are you sure? We’re both pretty new to it.”

“Yeah I’m sure. I really enjoyed it,” he laughed nervously, “and I would have suggested doing it again anyway, this just seems like a good excuse.”

By the end of the week you had a pretty solid idea about what you were both looking for from the scene and what you’d both feel comfortable doing. And you arranged it so you were both at home on Friday, free to spend the morning relaxing and the afternoon playing.

After an early lunch in which you made sure to mess up the kitchen, Roger went and changed, once again putting on the dress, fishnets, hair piece and shoes. Only this time he wore one of your thongs, sheer black, underneath and a butt plug you’d picked up for him, complete with a pink jewel on the end. For your part, you dressed in one of your work outfits with a grey pencil skirt and white blouse, hopeful that it would make you seem more authoritative. Roger did a little spin for you when he was dressed and then sat in one of the kitchen chairs so you could talk him down into his trance. The scenario you’d agreed upon had him believing he was your silly brainless maid, hired to do whatever you asked. The sound of your bell meant you had another task for him, but it also made him extra horny. So horny in fact that he’d have trouble remembering what he was meant to be doing. As you dropped him deeper and he relaxed more, you noticed his legs spreading further open, making you laugh to yourself. Finally you rang the bell to wake him.

Roger grinned at you from the chair, “What can I do for you Ma’am?”

“Your first job of the day, Dummy,” you said, putting on a stern voice that left no room for argument, “is to dust off the bookshelf in the living room. It’s filthy up there.”

“Where?”

“Through this doorway,” you pointed and he dutifully stood up and began to walk toward it.

“You’ll need a duster,” you reminded him.

“Oh! Of course, Ma’am. Umm….”

“In that cupboard,”

Roger nodded, cheeks pink with embarrassment and retrieved the feather duster.

You followed him out to the living room, watching his skirt bounce with each step. He started off with the shelves at eye level, humming to himself as he brushed the duster over them, but soon had to move on to the shelves higher up. You perched yourself on the couch, acting as if you were reading though your eyes were on Roger, watching as he wobbled on his tip toes, his skirt riding up. You rang the bell and Roger jolted, looking around for you as he bit his lip.

“Yes Ma’am?”

“I think you might need to stand on a chair, Dummy. It doesn’t seem like you can reach the top shelves.”

He nodded and hurried to retrieve one, nearly running in his haste to please you.

The chair was a stroke of genius on your part. It gave you a good view up his skirt as he happily continued his dusting, especially when he leant over to get the far end of each shelf without moving his chair. You could clearly see the pink jewel every time and it made you eager to get him onto the next task. With another ring of the bell Roger jumped down to the ground and hurried to ask what he could do now.

“My shoes,” you said, pointing at the heels on your feet, “they need polishing. I want you to spit shine them for me.”

Roger blinked at you.

You clicked and pointed at your shoes again, “On your knees. C’mon, I’m not paying you to stand around and look pretty. Lick my shoes clean.”

“Yes Ma’am, sorry Ma’am,” he bowed his head and dropped to his knees where he stood, crawling over to you.

“Good Dummy,” you said as he trailed his tongue over the toe of your shoe. You’d wiped down the shoes earlier just to make sure Roger wouldn’t pick up any germs from them, but he was too brainless to notice they were already clean, enthusiastically licking at them. You made it clear you were watching him closely though. Midway through the second shoe you saw him brush his hand over the front of the skirt and stopped his shoe shining.

“I’m sorry, Dummy, is this making you horny?”

“Yes, Ma’am, it is,”

“Show me how much,” you wiggled your shoe under the hem of the skirt and pressed it lightly up, rubbing the toe against his crotch, “Hump my shoe, Maid.”

Without any more encouragement he began doing exactly as you’d asked, dragging his clothed cock along the top of your shoe, letting his eyes shut as he bit his lip.

“Alright, enough.” You pulled your food free and held it out in front of you, “Is it my imagination or did you make a mess on my shoe?”

He tilted his head to the side.

“I think you’re so fucking horny you’ve got precum all over my shoe. Is that right?”

“I don’t know,”

“Well,” you grabbed him by the hair and pushed him over the streak, “clean it up and tell me.”

Roger whimpered as you pulled his hair to move him where you wanted but thanked you for helping him and confirmed you were right. After that you felt he deserved a reward so you readjusted yourself, pulling your pencil skirt a little higher up your legs before you rang the bell again.

Roger groaned quietly at the sound, his breathing a little harder than before and then sat back. His eyes fell to where your skirt was gathered against your thigh as you crossed your legs.

“What now Ma’am?” he watched closely as you recrossed your legs, “Is there something else you’d like me to lick?”

“I don’t know. Is there something else you’d like to lick?”

He nodded, eyes still firmly on your thighs.

“Aren’t you just a pathetic little slut.”

“Am I?”

“I’m afraid so. Do you understand why?”

Roger nodded, still staring at your crotch, and then shook his head.

“Oh Dummy. It’s one thing to be my good little maid and eat me out when I tell you to, it’s entirely different for you to ask to do it. Do you see how slutty that makes you?”

Roger tilted his head and then shook it.

You tutted at him and knocked the bell as if on accident.

He whined at the sound.

“Crawl to the dining room. I want you to wash the floor in there.”

“But…please? I want to lick you soooooo bad and I’d be so good at it.”

“Careful, Maid. Now crawl.

“Yes Ma’am.” Roger dipped his head in apology and began crawling to the next room.

You stepped around him to retrieve a bucket of water and a cloth, placing both on the floor of the dining room where he stopped, “You know what to do.”

He looked at the bucket and back to you, confusion written all over his face.

With an exaggerated and exasperated sigh you handed him the cloth and, taking hold of his wrist, plunged his hand into the warm water. He gasped as you then wrenched it free and dropped it to the floorboards.

“Scrub.”

He nodded, looking mildly upset and dragged the cloth slowly over the floor.

You watched for a little while before coming up behind him, “Put your back into it, stop being lazy.” you pressed his upper back with your foot to make him bend forward.

His neck and face were bright pink, though it was hard to say whether it was arousal or embarrassment that was making him flush more. He did as you asked though, scrubbing the floor harder. You stepped behind him again, admiring the view and occasionally reminding him what you expected. After you felt you’d watched him struggle enough you stepped up behind him again. He pushed the cloth harder, expecting another reprimand. Instead you trailed you hand over the curve of his arse, pushing his skirt up higher.

Roger stilled, though you heard him whine softly into the floor.

“You’re doing a very good job, Dummy.”

He gasped when you suddenly spanked him but he pushed his arse back against your hand.

“You want another?”

He shook his head but kept pressing back against you.

“But I think you do,” You gave him another spank, “Now keep being good and see if you can earn some more.”

He nodded and smiled, though there were tears in his eyes, and then returned to scrubbing the floor.

You let him go for a while, stepping out into the other room to calm down and get ready for the next part of the plan. You could feel your wetness pooling in your underwear with how turned on you were at ordering Roger around and how much he was enjoying it. Originally you were going to make him wait to get you off until after you’d fucked him but perhaps you could have your cake and eat it too. All the same you headed to the bedroom to gather the strap and dildo you’d bought when the topic of pegging had first arisen between you. You grabbed them and the lube and then put them down again as you considered your next move. The conclusion you came to was that there wasn’t much point having a desperate bimbo toy if you were only going to deny yourself. Roger came as much as he wanted when you were the one under his influence, so why shouldn’t you do the same. You quickly shimmied out of your underwear, and then picked everything up again, dropping it on the couch in the living room on your way back to see how Roger was getting along. He was still scrubbing though he’d spilt some of the water as he’d moved the bucket, the top of his dress wet in patches. You pulled out one of the chairs, standing in front of it as you rang the bell, and watched as Roger squirmed at the sound.

“What can I do for you Ma’am?”

“Come here.”

He immediately dropped the cloth and crawled towards you.

“Good Dummy. Need your fingers to make me feel good.” You rucked your skirt up and dropped onto the seat, placing one leg up on the table.

Rogers eyes lit up and he leaned forward as if to lick hungrily along your slit.

You grabbed his hair and held him back.

“Ma’am?” Roger whined, struggling against your grip with his tongue hanging out, desperate to reach your cunt.

“I said fingers, slut.”

Roger whimpered again but brought his hand up, trailing his fingers along your slit.

“That’s right Dummy. You’re gonna finger me and make me cum and you’re going to keep your eyes up here so I know you’ll behave yourself.”

He nodded rapidly, his eyes on yours, “You’re wet,”

“You know how much I like watching your cute little arse work. C’mon, finger me,” you instructed, waiting until he’d sunk one digit into you before continuing, “Love seeing you with that pretty plug. Makes me want to use you.”

“Ma’am can I…?”

“I didn’t say you could talk. Focus.”

Roger’s eyebrows furrowed as he pulled his finger out and pressed it back in.

“You look confused Slut. What’s the matter?”

“Is this good?”

You smiled indulgently at that, half convinced he’d been about to ask to eat you out again, “So good Dummy. Add a second finger.”

He did as you asked, automatically curling them against you as he pulled them out.

“You’re such a good, obedient servant.” You relaxed back into the chair, letting Roger find a good rhythm.

He was quiet for a bit, concentrating, and then “Can I lick you now?”

You made a tutting noise, “I thought you understood your position.”

“Pos-tition?”

“I guess I have to explain it again then. I don’t care if you like licking cunt, this isn’t about you. You’re my maid. Your job is to serve me however I want, remember? I don’t care if you want something different. You’re mine to use how and when I want. Those were the conditions I hired you under, do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am,”

“Are you sure? Then why haven’t I cum yet?”

Roger kept his eyes locked on yours as he sunk a third finger into you, pumping them faster and bringing his other hand up to rub your clit.

“Better,” you managed to get out, though it was much breathier than you’d intended.

Roger poked his tongue out between his teeth as he put all his energy into pleasuring you. You let your head drop back, rocking your hips in time with his thrusts as he sank his fingers deep into you, his other hand firmly occupied too. He slid his thumb between your lips and up to circle your clit, spreading your arousal over your cunt. The mixture of sensations sent you over the edge without too much delay, your legs clamping shut to keep his hand where you wanted it until you’d come down. Afterwards you made Roger hold his fingers up, cleaning them off with your own tongue. He whined and pouted as he watched you lick up your juices, so desperate to taste you for himself. You gave him a small concession though, grabbing his cheeks when you were done to force his mouth open. He looked confused as you brought your face close and spat onto his tongue, your saliva tinged with what you’d just licked from his fingers. But he thanked you with a big smile and a small hum of satisfaction as he swallowed it.

“What now Ma’am?” he asked softly, sitting up straighter and glancing at the bell.

You bumped the bell against your palm as if in thought, watching Roger wince with each ring, “The kitchen needs a tidy up. Go in there and wipe down all the benches for me, okay? I’ll be back soon to check on you.”

Roger nodded and walked on unsteady legs back through the house. You followed him, needing to point him in the right direction a couple of times, and then continued on to the living room to collect your supplies and remove your skirt. It took you a little while to figure out the harness. Last time Roger had helped you get set up so doing it on your own was a little confusing. You took a breath and reminded yourself you were a smart and capable woman and that you could figure out a simple sex toy on your own, and eventually got it on right. When you were comfortable you popped open the lube and spread more than you thought you’d need along the shaft of the toy. It still felt a little bizarre to look down and see a penis, even if it was obviously fake. The first time you’d tried it on you’d wondered aloud if the work you did for those living rough would have been easier to achieve if you had a real one and Roger had suggested you wear it to work one day and find out. You’d laughed at how ridiculous that was and the memory made you chuckle again as you double checked everything was in the right place.

Roger was in the kitchen when you arrived, standing at the bench with a cloth in his hand, humming to himself, though he seemed to have forgotten what he was meant to be doing. You stepped behind him and ran your hand up the inside of his thigh, over the stockings.

The humming stopped and he stilled, “Ma’am?”

“Bend over.”

He did as you asked, his chest and arms leaning on the bench.

You felt him up, letting your hands roam under his skirt, brushing over his cock and along his thigh and over his arse, making his shiver and whine. “Good thing this dress is so short, Dummy. Makes it so much easier for me. And it makes you look like a slut. You’re very hard by the way, does that mean you like it when I tell you what to do?”

His voice was soft when he spoke to the bench top, “Yes, Ma’am,”

“That’s good because I like telling you what to do. And you should be happy to know that I’m wet from watching my brainless maid working all day.”

“I am happy!”

“You are?”

“Mmhmm. Maybe I could help you Ma’am, I love cunt so much.”

“Aww Dummy,” you cooed, stroking your fingers through his hair, “That’s sweet of you to offer but it’s not what I want right now,” you took the fishnets in both hands and tugged until a rip formed right along the back, “For now I want you to stay bent over for me so I can use you. Just like I talked about before, remember?”

“When you said I’m yours to use how you want?”

“You do remember! Good boy!”

“And you said, ummmm,” he gasped as you moved his underwear aside and began slowly working the plug out of him, adding lube to make it easier

“Go one, what else did I say?” you asked as you pushed the plug back in, fucking him with it, adding more lube as necessary.

“Umm, you said they were the,” he stretched out the word as he thought hard, “oh! The co-com-bit-ons and that its, umm, my job to serve you?”

“Very good! That was so much to remember, I’m very impressed.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, Dummy. I think I’ll have to give you a reward for remembering it all so well.”

Roger looked over his shoulder at you, grinning, “Thank you Ma’am,”

“Alright, turn back around, I’m still going to use you. Because….?”

“Because I’m yours?”

“Good boy,” you pulled the plug free and placed it on the bench beside you. Squeezing some more lube onto your fingers you began spreading it over his arsehole.

“‘s cold,” he said softly to the bench.

“I know baby, but it won’t be for long. And I gotta make sure there’s enough so that I don’t hurt you. And then you’ll be all ready for my cock.”

Roger nodded, flattening himself on the bench as you lined up the tip of the dildo and slowly sank into him.

Roger made a high pitched keening noise and you reached out to stroke his hair again as he adjusted.

“You okay, baby?” you asked letting the stern act drop for a moment.

Roger nodded, “yeah, ‘m okay. Just feels funny.”

“But good though?”

“Mmhmm. Good.”

“Good. I want you to like it. It’s more fun when you do.”

“I do!” as if to prove it he pushed his hips back, making you sink a little deeper.

“I can see that,” you laughed, “I’m gonna fuck you now, okay Dummy, and you’re going to enjoy it, right?”

He nodded, whining as you pulled your hips back slowly and then thrust forward again, figuring out your rhythm and adjusting to the sort of muscle movement it required. As you got more comfortable with it you let yourself be a little firmer, grasping Roger’s waist and fucking him harder, drawing more gasps and whines and moans from him. You varied your speed, sometimes faster and sometimes slower, keeping Roger from knowing exactly what you would do next (and giving yourself a break every so often). He’d taken your instruction to enjoy it to heart though. His fingernails scraped along the top of the bench as he tried to ground himself, rocking his hips back against you whenever you slowed.

“I want you to cum, Dummy. Rub your cock through your pretty sheer panties.”

“Th-through?”

“Over your panties.”

“Um,”

You stilled your hips and pulled out of him so you could grab his hand and lift his skirt, placing his palm over his cock, “now rub.”

He nodded, swallowing hard as he began to stroke himself. His hand stilled as you plunged into him again but a warning word made him remember what you wanted and he shakily followed your orders as you fucked him hard.

“How does it feel, Maid, being used for my entertainment?”

Roger babbled something incomprehensible in response. You couldn’t tell if it was just noise or if he’d been trying to form words but it was hot either way.

“C’mon, show me how much you like being my pretty little fuck doll. Be the pathetic little slut I know you are, and cum.” You panted between the words but Roger didn’t seem to notice or if he did he didn’t care. It must have sounded authoritative enough because a few seconds later he was moaning, his fingers twitching and legs shaking as he came. You slowed to a stop and replaced the dildo with his plug again before fixing his underwear and smoothing down his skirt.

“There, all pretty again,”

“Thank you Ma’am,” he sighed.

You patted his head, “Finish up cleaning off the benches in here and I’ll have another job for you.” You walked off, releasing a long breath once you were out of his hearing.

In the time it took you to get out of the harness, put your skirt back on, throw the dildo into a sink of hot water and relocate the bell, Roger achieved very little. He hadn’t moved from where you’d bent him over though he had stood up and grabbed his cloth again, drawing circles with it over the benchtop. When you came back to get him for his next job he was shifting from foot to foot.

“What’s the matter, Dummy?”

“Nothing,”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded though he didn’t meet your eye.

“Tell me.”

“My panties…”

“Aww, is it a bit uncomfortable?”

He nodded vigorously.

“Well maybe I can distract you.” You rang the bell and watched as his eyes glazed over and his hips jolted. “The bed needs to be made Dummy. Go on, off you go.”

He nodded and hurried off, his heels clicking against the wooden floorboards, his step awkward as he squirmed in discomfort. You followed him and showed him where to get a clean sheet from, watching as he pottered around the bed pulling off all the bedding, throwing them into a pile on the floor. Putting a new fitted sheet on the mattress seemed to be too hard a task though. It was almost cartoonish how much he struggled, placing the wrong corner of the sheet on the wrong corner of the bed and then somehow repeating the same mistake when he tried to turn the sheet around. He wouldn’t stand still, uncomfortably dancing around in his cum soaked underwear, getting more and more frustrated as the corner he thought he’d got on flew up when he tried to fit the next one. Every so often you jangled the bell under the guise of getting his attention to give him a helpful tip or reprimand him for taking so long, but it had the added effect of turning him on more than he already was, his face flushed and his eyes begging. You let him continue for a few minutes and then, when he next turned in response to your bell, you surprised him by pushing him onto the mattress.

“Ma’am?” he asked, voice trembling as you positioned yourself on his thigh and pushed his dress up.

“You made such a mess before, didn’t you? Ruined your panties and I’m afraid it’s spread to your pretty dress,” you showed him the patches on the inside of the skirt from where it had rubbed against the sheer fabric of his knickers and been stained. “Lucky for you I like messy little sluts. And” you palmed him roughly, “I think you like it too. Already hard again?”

Roger shook his head but tilted his head back and whined.

You placed your hand over his throat, “Don’t lie to me, Maid. I can see it; I can feel it. You’re a dirty little slut who gets off on being my property. My dumb little fuck doll.” You punctuated the last sentence by grinding against his thigh with each word, squeezing his length through his stained underwear. “I’m going to make you cum again now and if you’re good I might see about letting you eat me out. I did promise you a reward earlier,”

“Please,” Roger whimpered, “I’ll make you feel so, so good.”

“I know, Dummy. But not yet.” You squeezed his throat at the same time you rubbed your hand over his cock, choking off the moan that had begun to build. Roger squirmed under you as you wanked him off, cooing at him about how pretty he looked and how wet it was making you. Each stroke along his shaft was accompanied by a breathy whine or moan, his head tilted back and his eyes fluttering shut. It was always fun to watch Roger be pushed towards release when he was tranced. It was fun when he wasn’t hypnotised either but there was something about taking his brain away that made him more animated and vocal. He babbled at you again, his hand grabbing your wrist as he got closer, his back arching as he tried to buck his hips up into you.

“Good boy, good Dummy,” you praised him as he finished, able to feel the warmth of his release fill the material again as you kept stroking him, milking every drop you could. He whined loudly as he became more sensitive, but you kept toying with him until tears began leaking from the corners of his eyes.

“Alright, Dummy, stay there while I take my skirt off.”

Roger remained lying where you left him, so you gave him a soft kiss and wiped away his tears, praising him a little more, before you swung your leg over his face and finally let him have what he wanted.

It was as if you’d told him he’d won the lottery. He just about cheered as he thanked you repeatedly and then wrapped his arms around your thighs to pull you down onto his tongue. You had to stick out an arm to try and steady yourself as he devoured you, excitedly tracing your lips with his tongue, sucking them into his mouth. He hummed and whimpered against you and used his hands to encourage you to rock yourself against his mouth, spreading your wetness across his face. At one point, so giddy with joy, he giggled, and you jolted at the bizarre tickling sensation of his breath. But that just seemed to spur him on as he licked and sucked every inch of your cunt he could reach. You weren’t sure if his end goal was to make you cum or if he just got very excited and enthusiastic about pussy but, either way, the result was the same. It was impossible to hold back your release as his tongue slid along your folds and his lips latched onto you. He hummed as you gasped and tensed above him, refusing to stop until you pried his hands from your thighs and let yourself fall back to the bed. He pouted as if he wanted to throw a tantrum at having his favourite food taken away, but you managed to make him smile by telling him how incredible you felt and how good he was.

He let you lie down next to him and listened quietly as you talked him out of the trance, reminding him who he was and the reality of your situation. You waited as Roger opened his eyes, stroking his hair back from his face softly as everything returned to him.

“Wow,” was the first thing he said, “That was,” he cleared his throat and pushed himself to sit up, “that was something.”

“Yeah?”

“I mean, a very fun something,” he hurried to clarify so you wouldn’t worry, “I take it you enjoyed yourself too?”

You laughed and nodded, “Definitely. This is going to sound bad but I like being mean to you.”

“I get it,” he leaned over to kiss you softly, “I like being mean to you too.”

“And the pegging and free use stuff? All of that was okay? How do you feel now?”

“Oh, better than okay. That was brilliant. We’re definitely playing with them more in the future. Bit sore now and I really, really want to get out of this thong. Also take the plug out.”

“I can arrange that. D’you want some help with the plug?”

“Yes please.” Roger shifted onto his stomach, trying to relax so you could peel off the underwear and slowly wiggle the plug out of his arse, “Add these knickers to the list of ones I’ve ruined though.”

“That’s only cause I get such a kick out of making you cum in your pants.”

He hummed, wincing a little as the plug slipped all the way out, “y’know one of these days I’m going to wake up from a trance and decide to gag you with whatever underwear you made me destroy while I keep eating you out. I still have a bit of a lingering need to have my head between your legs and I do so enjoy overstimulating you.”

“Save that for a special occasion,” you laughed, giving his bum a tap to let him know he could roll over, “C’mon, shall I run us a bath?”

Roger nodded and let you pull him up, kissing you softly before he stood on slightly wobbly legs followed you out of the bedroom.

#my writing #my blurbs #or rather #my fics #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine #lord have mercy #i need to lie down for 12 years after this #Anonymous #blurb advent 2020

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pocmuzings · 3 years

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hi g! i am an admin of an rp and i really strive to make it as inclusive as possible so muns of all fcs feel welcome. i'm curious to know, when you are looking for an rp what do you look for in terms of admins making it inclusive? this isn't meant to be pointed at all, i am just genuinely looking to improve!

i feel like i answer this a fair bit , and honestly my answers don’t change too much ? there’s a plethora of things u can do , and by no means are these definitive . these are things ive noticed make me feel more included , or Safe to join a rp . speaking as a woc , and somebody in the Cursed tz . .

if ur an admin .. u should absolutely be playing a diverse character . please for the love of god . u should be the example of what the rp is about and what u wanna see . if ur char is just a cis whitey . . that just doesnt cut it for me ! thats not what i wanna see in 2021 !

when asked for most wanted fcs . . really name some ‘ unpopular ‘ fcs . aka faceclaims of colour . faceclaims that are gender diverse , body diverse , religiously diverse , different able bodied , etc , etc , etc !!! put these fcs in the forefront ! push for them ! strive to see them !

if somebody joins ur rp as a ‘ non popular fc ‘ aka . . a fc that isnt a whitey , or like . .zendaya . pls put in extra effort to plot and rp with them ! pls pls pls. because i guaranteed for the most part , especially in an established rp , they will be ignored otherwise ! if ur rp is super inclusive ooc , then this most likely wont happen , but also . . most rps arent super inclusive ooc lets be 100 here .

either write skeletons for chars that are DIFFERENT and ‘ challenging ‘ to some , or ENCOURAGE these characters to be written . write more smooth talking business men who are indian ! write characters who are hard of hearing ! write characters who wear hijabis ! who are ethnic but have great relationships with their parents ! write characters who are in wheelchairs , or are sexy and confident in their plus sized bodies . write characters who are black women who are soft , but still strong . write gentle black men . write a trans man , write a nonbinary god , etc , etc . defeat the stereotypes ! turn them on their head ! there are guides ! there is so much out there ! we can create the world we wanna live in , so why fill it with boring white cis , hetero normative ppl ???

know what ur gonna do with ur characters , plot wise . if ur rp has a plot , thats fantastic ! but . . u probably have to carry that momentum . ppl join ur rp bc they probably LIKE the plot and wanna explore the plot . so how r they characters gonna be involved ? whats their part in it all ? how will it help them develop ? what plot drops / tasks / events can u host that will make ppl do more with their chars and be more active ?

don’t have an ooc chat . just don’t . please . they’re so cliquey , they literally always are . those who like ooc chats are usually the ppl who r cliquey , im being honest fjknfjn . there is no point in having an ooc chat , really either . ppl can add each other on discord at any time , for free , if they want .

have clear boundaries . what can and CANNOT be rped . what fcs can and CANNOT be used . have a very very clear line . no lazy ‘ no taboo plots ‘ or ‘ no big plots without talking to admins ‘ ‘ no triggering topics ‘ ‘ no deceased fcs ‘ . no . u need to get in the nitty gritty . u need to ensure ur harbouring and keeping a safe space for those entering ur rp

be friendly , as an admin . be firm . but also , be very very open and candid and honest . if something goes wrong ? its so fine , and honestly v human , to post abt it ! if there’s drama ? its rlly good to address it and talk abt it amongst ur rpers . listen to ur rpers , if theres a problem . create open communication . maintain it . show that u care and want to help , when u can help , whilst also maintaining ur own sanity !

advertise ur rp for different timezones ! if ur entire ooc list is just rpers in the united states . . look . nothing wrong with it , but firstly , make sure everyone in the rp doesnt think america is the whole world ( the rpc / america rlly thinks its the whole fucking world sometimes ) . this means , dont make fun of ppl for spelling things differently ( honestly im just australian and this guy once made fun of me for spelling it as ‘ offence ‘ not ‘ offense ‘ . like . . ok im not american . the whole world isnt america kjfnjf ) . this doesn’t mean u need to be online at bizarre hours or ruining ur sleeping pattern , but try and get an admin thats in a diff timezone to help cover things ! or just make sure ur rlly advertising ur rp at allll times of a day . including when us ppl are usually asleep ! try and encourage other muns in other timezones to apply ! and when they do apply , pls try ur best to include them and make sure theyre not left out of everything !

theres probably a lot more but this is what first comes to mind for me , personally . this are usually my ‘ green signs ‘ ( go go go ! ) for a rp ! when i see this stuff on a main , or by an admin . . i feel very Warm n fuzzy .

#shutup g.#rph #rpc #again i know im missing a lot but hee honk #Anonymous

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yievie · 4 years

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whew! what’s up everyone! my name is crissy and yes, i am the clown who sent my account ask on anonymous last night. luv that for me! I GOT A COOL FAMILY ICON IM CRYING!!! now this is yi eun hye, better known as evelyn yi or evie, paging dr. sexy md don’t call her that though, she’ll kill you omg the second eldest princess of the four neglected korean princess sisters aka the mom friend sister or the buzzkill responsible sister.

~`click anywhere here for a link to my app ~

under the cut i’m gonna throw some important personality and background stuff along with maybe? half-formed plot ideas? if not i’ll make a follow up post later, but pls like this plot if you wish to plot, i’ll try to come bother u. my ims are open hmu anytime (also bc im anxious af to b first message bc im BABY) and I ALSO have a discord located at quarantine queen#2918 where i’m usually v v v active. (lmk if u cant add me shoot me a message on here and ill fix it) ok imma shut up here is cranky daughter! ITS LONG SRRY

( pS: also if my blog is too hard to read just stick /mobile on the end of the url xx )

background

the empress and emperor of korea had 5 kids, 4 daughters, 1 pampered son and evie was the second oldest daughter after dianna but like, she’s bossy and high strung and acts like the oldest anywayS so it doesn’t matter!

woo! however, korean tradition is rooted deeply in patriarchy and other backwards thinking, >:(((( so evie’s parents basically pretended like their son was the only kid they had and sent evie and her 3 sisters off to swedish boarding school to ROT as they each turned 10 and forgot abt them while they groomed their son for the throne! thx mom n dad! luv u too! sdjlaksjd

during her time at boarding school evie was expected to not learn much of anything, not do anything spectacular, she wasn’t expected very good grades or to be smart or successful or anything bc that was Men’s Work and so evie did . . . THE EXACT OPPOSITE.

evie EXCELLED in school, straight a’s, top of her class, honors, ap valedictorian, which meant all nighters, nose bleeds at 2am from studying too hard, looking dead walking through the hallways, eating ramen 25/8, falling asleep w her face in her textbooks, getting bullied a lot for being a nerd and Not looking like her sisters and like...the creature from the black lagoon.

her parents, understandably, were not very happy with this but it wasn’t until she wanted to go to medical school that her parents were like FURIOUS. to them, women, esp the princesses, were only supposed to get married, have kids, THAT WAS IT. so evie wanting to be a doctor enraged them. STAY MAD!

they tried to have her engaged SO. MANY. TIMES. but she has a really repellent personality, she’s very kat stratford from 10 things i hate about you. and is rude and states her very liberal very socialist opinions often, dresses sloppy and hurts mens feelings a lot just for fun so they all went rUNNING from those match appointments! her parents literally are losing their minds they don’t know what to do w her theyre like god why did we give birth to the aNTICHRIST!?!?!?

not wanting anything to do with her parents, evie got into college and medical student on scholarship based on her own merit and skill. evie went to the seoul national university for 4 years then did a 2 year residency at the country’s top hospital, becoming one of the best on call heart surgeons there.

the korean media likes to clown on her A LOT! bc shes scary and angry and cares very little abt her appreance is A DOCTOR and not a princess really for the opposite reason they clown on dianna but evie does not really care she doesn’t care abt impressing people, just saving lives and proving people wrong. finger guns

but yes! thats what u missed on glee. evie was a heart surgeon in korea before being shipped off to thailand! shes v salty by the way ... even more than usual.

fun facts?

evie wears massive grandma glasses to see bc shes BLIND when shes in line with her sister people do not think she’s related and are like “OMG OMG THE PRINCESSES!!! BUY WHATEVER U WANT ON THE HOUSE I--oh? maam? uh? can we help u, ahjumma?” HELP

very dry, mean, will call you out on ur shit and hurt ur feelings probably. doesn’t really know how to Chill or have fun, stays out of drama and parties for the most part literally that old man that tells u to get off their lawn

LOVES HER SISTERS!!!! LOVES THEM!!! moms them and nags the FUCK out of them tho abt everything. wear a sweater its cold, drink water, dONT DO THAT GET DOWN FROM THERE, i told u to eat before u drank all that soju pabo!!!! skhaslkfh BUT SHE LOVES THEM VERY MUCH HER WOOOORLD the only people shes kind of nice to

as stated, has tried to been matched up before but has basically scared away all her matches by being A Lot and not polite or dainty and burping probably

her mom calls her all the time to talk abt how shes having a heart attack bc her second daughter is an unmarried, childless, spinster with a cat who is embarrassing her by being a doctor and being loud and obnoxious and outspoken against the royal heirarchy and right wing politics. evie just puts her on mute and lets her keeping yelling at no one for the next hour

loves beer, loves fried chicken, very unladylike, wears oversized sweaters and her hair messy and watches love island australia and the bachelor just to make fun of the people being in love and stupid i think secretly she kind of wants it but...thinks shes unlovable and will die before she says that shh

bisexual legend! cue mr and mrs yi screaming somewhere

not that it matters bc she cares little abt romance and sex and always put work and school before everything so everything touchy like that she either ends abruptly or stays the hell away from

never parties or goes out but when she does get really drunk gets very cute and touchy and happy there is one video on the internet of her like on a table ashdkh yikes

is soft deep down just like *shrek voice* donkey, orges are like onions they have layers and u gotta get past a lot of them for her to get past her level 4 tragic backstory and into the soft, vulnerable part of her personality its nice i promise she is SQUISHY

weird plots???

best friend? im sure she has one somewhere. or friends at all? people who arent scared of her who shes nice to....mostly

enemies woo! hate her its very easy to hate her so do it

u want to do a daredevil thing like when matt shows up bleeding and dying or after a fight or something and she patches u up

just anyone need a doctor bc paging dr sexy md~

past loves? boyfriend? girlfriend? weird flings? weird tension unresolved stuff WOOO

ANYONE who broke her heart for the angst and drama

hit on her itll b funny

anyone who she was previously matched w who she scared off

someone shes currently trying to be matched or betrothed to GOOD LUCK

someone she has a crush on YIKES or vice versa

any of the college kids need a tutor?

roommates?

ANYTHING PLS HMU <333

#;;ooc ( out of crissy ).#hello this is angry daughter shes scary but we stan #sorry this was so long pls hmu #ALSO LOOK AT MY COOL ICON!!

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zeta-jane · 5 years

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22 and 14 pls

Taken from this ask meme (Open)

22 Jealous and 14 “Well geez, if you don’t like what I’m wearing, I can go and change.”

Okay so fair warning it gets like, lowkey nsfw. Nothing happens, it fades to black but like… there are thoughts.

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Mika sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone as he waited for Yuu to get ready.

They tried to go out at least once a week, no matter how busy their work lives got. On a date to a fancy restaurant, going to see a movie, to a museum, always something. When days got hectic, they always made time for each other.

Tonight, they were going out to a bar. Yuu loved to dance, so of course the bar they were going to had good music and people actually danced there instead of standing around awkwardly. It was a lot of fun, and though crowded places weren’t usually Mika’s scene, being there with Yuu always made it a lot more bearable.

Well, he could always do without the countless men and women who tried to flirt with Yuu. Usually Mika just growled at them or gave them the glare of death, and they walked away. Occasionally there were some people who were… bolder, and those who couldn’t exactly take a hint. Those sorts of people made Mika’s blood boil. Whenever anyone looked at Yuu with hungry gazes full of desire, Mika instantly wanted to steal him away and shield him from prying eyes. Only Mika could look at Yuu like that, and only he was allowed to touch and pleasure Yuu like they wanted to. Yuu was his and his alone.

Mika remembered one particular incident when someone had just gone up to Yuu and grabbed his ass, trying to pull Yuu against him. Mika had wanted to cut that man’s hands off for daring to touch Yuu at all, let alone like that. The only reason he hadn’t made that stranger leave the bar as an amputee was because Yuu asked him not to… however, the stranger did leave with a broken nose.

Yuu was far too kind, always wanting Mika to calm down and insisting that things were all an honest misunderstanding. He was too sweet for his own good, wanting to see the best in people… Mika wondered how he ever got so lucky to find a boyfriend as sweet and wonderful as him. Truly, as protective and possessive as Mika could be sometimes, Yuu always knew exactly how to calm him down and make him feel better. After a long day of work, he’d give Mika the most relaxing massages, and at night he would cuddle up so close, fitting perfectly in Mika’s arms. That morning he would wake up with the most adorable bed head and the most peaceful expression… sometimes Mika’s heart felt like it couldn’t contain all his love for Yuu-chan.

But Yuu’s genuine kindness and sweet personality could get him into trouble one day if someone tried to take advantage of him, which was exactly why Mika was so protective. Yuu was just too good, too pure for this world, and Mika wanted to shield him from all the wrongs in the universe.

Mika was broken from his thoughts when he heard the sounds of footsteps coming down the hallway.

“Mika? How do I look?” Yuu asked sweetly. Mika turned around, and instantly his jaw dropped.

Yuu looked… fantastic, to say the least, though that word didn’t even begin to describe how good he looked in that moment. His clothes were simple: just a fitted, soft-looking emerald t-shirt which brought out the bright colour of his eyes, making them stand out even more, especially with the subtle eyeliner Yuu had used. On top of that, he had a black leather jacket, showing off the narrow shape of his shoulders and torso, with the fitted shirt under it still hinting at the dip of his waist. His hair was tousled in the sexy sort of way that made it seem as though someone had been running their fingers through it or tugging on it.

Eventually, Mika’s eyes were drawn down to the pants Yuu wore, a pair of skinny jeans with rips in them, fitted perfectly to his strong, slender legs, showing hints of the smooth skin underneath. The way they hugged Yuu’s thighs- the thighs that Mika loved so much to grasp and nibble on to make Yuu cry out, or use as leverage as as he thrusted into Yuu- made Mika’s mouth salivate and his head spin with desire.

Mika’s eyes trailed up just a bit more, and his heart nearly stopped at the sight of the fabric of his jeans perfectly stretched over the swell of Yuu’s ass, practically calling out for Mika to grasp it and claim it as his. Little was left to the imagination, and if Mika were able to think he might’ve wondered how Yuu got into pants so tight. It made Mika want to devour Yuu right then and there.

Mika’s throat felt dry, yet his mouth was watering at the same time as he stood up, his phone forgotten on the couch as he walked over to Yuu.

Mika couldn’t put into words how good Yuu looked… but he looked too good. Possessiveness swelled in Mika’s chest when he realized how much other people would stare. There wouldn’t be a person in that bar who wouldn’t stare at Yuu’s ass, wanting something that was Mika’s. Throughout the night countless people would flirt with Yuu, or touch him and pretend it was just an accident on the dance floor. Mika couldn’t stomach that thought. He needed to mark Yuu up and claim him as his. He needed people to know who Yuu belonged to. Maybe not for tonight, since there was no way Yuu was leaving the house now… but for next time they went out.

“You are not going out like that,” Mika said simply, his eyes dark with lust as he towered over Yuu, looking down into teasing, devious emerald eyes.

“Really?” Yuu asked with an adorable pout. “Hmm… I thought I looked good.”

A growl slipped past Mika’s teeth. Yuu was absolutely right, he did look good, but that was the problem. There was no way he would be able to resist Yuu teasing him all night, and Mika didn’t trust others to resist the call of Mika’s siren either.

“Well geez, if you don’t like what I’m wearing, I can go and change,” Yuu said with a blush blooming across his cheeks.

Mika didn’t answer at first, simply gripping Yuu’s ass and pulling him flush against Mika’s body. When Yuu gasped, Mika leaned down and whispered lowly into his lover’s ear. “Mmm, no, I think we’re staying in tonight. If you think you can get away with looking like that, you’re sadly mistaken.” He nipped the shell of Yuu’s ear, causing his lover to shudder against him. “We can go out tomorrow, but for tonight, you’re mine. Only I get to see you like this.”

Yuu nodded hastily in agreement, and Mika could feel his body heat up under his hands, a whimper slipping past his lips when Mika trailed his lips down to suck a mark into the sensitive spot just below his ear. “H-hahn~ yes, only you,” he agreed.

Mika grinned wolfishly. “Excellent, glad we’re in agreement,” he said, and without another word he hoisted Yuu up so his legs were wrapped around Mika’s waist, carrying his princess off towards their bedroom and shutting the door behind him.

#seraph of the end #owari no seraph #MikaYuu #My Writing

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bluedraggy · 5 years

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An essay on writing a fanfiction, and grieving for an OC.

(Spoilers for You Only Live 18 Times are complete. If you’ve not read it and have any intention of doing so, this essay isn’t a good idea to read first.)

I don't know exactly who my target audience for this essay is honestly, but in my conceit, I felt like writing it anyway. You're welcome to ignore it. No sexy khajiits here, alas. But I wanted to write something about my process of writing fanfiction, and YOL18T is a good example of that.

First, the concept of my Spyjirra stories started out simply enough - I got the idea of basing a story on the old 007 movies, but with a sexy Ra'Jirra khajiit and set in a future Elder Scrolls universe. I wouldn't say I literally copied from the movies, just got some general outlines from them. However, I had to upscale the TES technology to roughly 1700s era, with some bits of technology more advanced, others less than the literal period. So we have rifles and handguns, but no motorized vehicles. Magic still exists, but is fading.

When I started YOL18T I first watched the old Bond movie You Only Live Twice. In it, "American and Russian spacecraft go missing, leaving each superpower to blame the other." The protagonist fakes his own death, then is sent to investigate in Japan. They discover it's a conspiracy by SPECTRE, the standard organized villain corporation.

So I start with a similar plotline, but spacecraft are obviously way too advanced for even my future-TES universe. Instead, the plot revolves around ships with a new technology - engines. Hammerfell and the Imperials are the two superpowers, with Hammerfell playing the part of the Russians, though not quite exclusively. In fact, I have Hammerfell being the more technologically advanced of the two. Anyway, so instead of spacecraft, both countries are testing new powered ships, but they are both destroyed and each side blames the other.

In my story, Elsweyr plays the part of the English, ostensibly an ally of Cyrodiil but Ra'Jirra leans towards liking Hammerfell better after the last story. The Aldmeri Dominion plays the role of SPECTRE, and I conceived of them having a submarine and torpedoes that they used to destroy the ships - though the submarine is magically powered since the Altmer still possess decent magical abilities.

I was able to link the first story to the second by having Ra'Jirra's fake suicide done in Hammerfell where she meets a couple of characters from the original story. But the main new OC is Wears-Only-Ropes, an Argonian sailor who is on the Imperial ship that is destroyed. It seemed natural that, since this story would be very naval-oriented, the Argonians with their ability to breathe underwater would play an important role in any navy, even though their own country is resolutely neutral and not really even ocean-going.

(Forgive me pls for posting Wears-Only-Ropes images you’ve already seen. I am still in mourning over her, in a more real sense than I have any right to be.)

In the Bond movie, a large portion of it is devoted to James Bond visiting Japan and some serious time is taken in describing the society there. I thought that having Ra'Jirra visit Argonia, (The Argonians wouldn't call it the Black Marsh after all), would be a natural replacement for Japan. So similarly I spend some time imagining the society that the Argonians would have. Even the Sumo wrestling scene gets an equivalent Argonian sporting event - chase the eel.

So while I do follow the plotline of the Bond movie in very broad terms, the specifics are very different obviously.

Anyway, as I was writing, I realized early on that Ra'Jirra needed a partner - primarily so she has someone to talk to and I don't need to have internal dialogue, but also to give an alternate viewpoint on occasion. Since I tend to write sexy scenes once in a while, a male khajiit would make sense. (I don't think it's too sexist to have her be hetero. Besides, I had a rather clear lesbian scene in the prior story with her anyway.) Then I realized that it would be cute if her partner was an Alfiq - one of the more bizarre forms of khajiit in that they're basically the size and shape of a housecat, but intelligent - though TES sources indicate they can't speak. So that would be a bit of a problem. I worked around that by having him be a biologist of sorts working with Lycanthropy who had been turned into an Alfiq. Also, he gets to turn back into his native form of a Cathay when the moons are aligned. So Ra'Jirra and he can occasionally have Sexy Fun Times. Plus he can talk. Okay, that's a good OC and should be fun to play with! A spy organization like the HMSS would certainly have good use of someone like that.

I then started the story with a chapter on Wears-Only-Ropes and the destruction of her ship. Rather liked how it turned out. I thought it made for a pretty good "hook" to start the reader out with something big. Then I had to abandon her for most of the next half. In fact, she doesn't actually meet Ra'Jirra till 3/4 of the way through the story, so she gets a few more chapters from her point of view. But I came to really like her as a character. Mixing some bits I knew of pirates (women pirates would typically go shirtless as did the men) I had the concept of her "wearing" ropes as a bra of sorts, thus the name.

Another thing that originally came from the Bond film... in it, James Bond flys a mini-helicopter at one point. Well, a helicopter is way too advanced, but I came up with the CATv3 instead - a sort of Jet Ski/Waverunner thing. Once I had that, I had to give it some sort of weapon. A set of mines would make sense, as the thing would be bouncing all over the waves so trying to aim it with a gun in the front wouldn't really work. As soon as I got the idea of a mines on the CATv3, the logical way to destroy the sub became apparent.

But the mines would be surface mines, meant to thwart attackers chasing her on boats or similar. The submarine would be deep underwater... how? Oh. OH! OOOOOH!

Suddenly, Wears-Only-Ropes' fate was sealed. She would have to take a mine down to the sub. Ra'Jirra couldn't do it even if she wanted to. Argonians can breathe underwater. Ra'Jirra can dog-paddle for a little bit.

Even then I had hoped to have her survive. I really had grown fond of her. But, minimal though it is, I do try to ground my stories in reality as much as possible given The Elder Scrolls-inspired world. I researched underwater explosions. I'd hoped that perhaps an underwater explosion - given the density and non-compact-ability of water might allow her to live. But my research showed that, far from being safer than airborne explosions, an underwater explosion is even more deadly. And the explosion would be huge. The mine wouldn't just detonate against the hull of the sub, it would trigger the explosion of all the torpedoes within.

Fight as I would as a writer, I couldn't justifiably have her live. Any number of solutions were possible, but they all were just too outlandish and smacked of Deus Ex-Machina solutions. No, she had to die in the explosion. Granted, she'd expected to. All her 'family' and friends had died in the original ship torpedoing at the first chapter. It would be fitting that she would sacrifice herself to their retribution. I couldn't deny her that. So, though I don't explicitly make it clear, she died.

It's weird how such a thing can affect me, her author. I really feel bad about it, even though it was both fitting and made for a more impressive story IMHO. I've toyed with the idea of her Twin Sister, etc, but that doesn't feel right either. No, she's a one-story character, and YOL18T is her story as much as Ra'Jirra's.

One other thing, I needed a core motive for the Dominion's action. Sure, they were trying to instigate a war between Hammerfell and Cyrodiil - but WHY would they want to do that? The answer was right in front of me. Technology vs Magic. In my TES-future universe, magic is dying. The Altmer of the Dominion are the last capable magic-users (to any large extent), but the humans and their rapidly increasing technology were threatening. But not just that. I conceived of them using their magic to look far into the future, and what they saw there was a world in which humans were the only intelligent inhabitants. The khajiit, argonians and mer were all gone. It gave them a much more noble reason for their actions - even if they were also self-serving. And therein lies the core of the sequel and end of the trilogy actually. In YOL18T, I didn't do much with that, other than have the Dominion explain their reasons to Ra'Jirra.

And that's how YOL18T was conceived. I am currently doing an audio-recording of the story chapter-by-chapter. I'm not a good voice actor at all. In fact, I just pitch-shift my voice to portray the different characters in it. I spend most of my time adding background effects so it's not quite just a dry reading. Though I'm also currently writing the sequel and last story in the Spyjirra trilogy, I think YOL18T is the highlight - even though the current one is a "bigger picture" story than either of the first two and really doesn’t track along with the Bond movie in any way.

But I do miss Ropes. She deserved more than a single story. The one thing I might do someday is write more of her backstory. But prequels are a tough sell, esp. when you know how her story has to end. Eh... maybe not. I tried to write a prequel once for Katia to explore her life before she came to Anvil. I aborted it as too depressing. I really prefer happy endings. So probably Ropes is gone for good. I hope her story is good enough for her.

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BTS Reaction to teaching you how to Kiss but get steamy instead

What about BTS teaching their BFF how to kiss, but things get out of hand... really quickly. - Anon

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“Come on please Yoongi!!” You whined as you both sat inside of the studio he was taking a breath from making a song until you came up with an idea to teach you how to kiss since you have clearly never have done it. “Noooo you’re my best friend it would be weird.” He said shaking his head he clearly had a thing for you but you were his best friend. “Please!” You pouted your lips sadly. He sighed “Ahh fine get over here.” He sat on the couch as you came and crawled right beside him. You sat close to his side giving him full attention. “Okay, relax your face, don’t pout your lips, when kissing you just right into it.” He cleared his throat and noticed you leaning in. As both of your lips touch he felt something shoot inside his stomach making him flutter. He put a hand on your thigh and the hand arm around you. He was going to back away but you pushed on pushing your tongue against his lips as if you were a pro at this already. He allowed you and then he felt you straddle him and he started to feel things that weren’t so pure to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he kept his hands on your thigh. This was going to be fun.

Jungkook

You both were in the living room on the floor playing Mario Carts on the Wii, you were losing the entire time because he kept distracting you by his shouting but it made you laugh. You were at the end of the race getting to the finish line but you quickly turned to him and pressed your lips against his which made him surely stop driving and put a hand on your waist. He was your first kiss you paused the game blushing and looking away. “(Y/N-N)” he stutter your name. “Ahhh that was my first kiss... you kept winning.” That kiss made your blush and smile inside like a little fangirl. He smirked “Well I can tell you are a great kisser but when you kiss make sure you let the other person take control it will be a lot of fun trust me.” You looked confused by his words “What do you mean?” You asked he chuckled pulling in as if he didn’t have to think about it twice. His lips pushed against yours softly and picked you up to sit on his lap- he licked your bottom lip for permission and you opened your lips slowly letting these hot and sweet tastes and your heart beating quickly~ you both stayed making out until you moved around and you felt something hard under you blushing. “Jungko-ok...” you stuttered his name into the kiss and fiddled around even more he moaned and threw his head back “Pl-please stop moving around or I won’t be able to pull back.” He thrusted his hips upwards into your crotch.

Taehyung

You were putting on Makeup since Taehyung offered both of you to go to the club like every Saturday night. He was groaning because you were taking so long to do so “Why do you need makeup I mean don’t get me wrong you look beautiful with it but you look stunning without it my lovebug.” He purred Lovebug. Lovebug was a name you loved but act like you hated it- you scrunched your nose rolling your eyes “Ahhh Taehyung can I tell you something?” You asked you never even told him since you always felt embarrassed. He stood up behind you and put his chin on the top of your head and snaked his hands around to your waist. He always pulled you close into his body to get you to blush and well right now you were blushing. He hummed a yes “I never had my first kiss.” You continued to put on your lipstick. He looked at you through the mirror in a hot hungry way “Really? It seemed like men and women would always surround you because your hot and beautiful in general.” He said truthfully. You turned around to face him and he smiled leaning in but before he could press his lips against yours “I’ll teach you then.” He presses his lips against yours slowly and gently. You felt your heart beat quickly, stomach flutter, legs were weak. You held him by his shirt on this waist as he pulled you deeper- it’s been 15 minutes long that you both were making out getting the hang of it as he was going to pull away you made faded nail marks on his shoulders making him pull you closer with a smirk. This was getting too steamy and you loved it.

Hoseok

You’re a professional dancer you loved doing sexy songs and helping other artist come up with hot choreography. Hoseok was watching you from the wall as he drank water. You were struggling to come up with an actual dance for the song “Freak” Little Mix- You groaned throwing your head back with your hands on your sides. You watched as Hoseok was enjoying the show. “You need help now?” He asked you rolls your eyes and he took it as a yes. He walked over “Why don’t you start with a partner dance then move it to a group then a single dancer.” You sighed as you followed his lead “Start with a close grind then have them pull you up towards their face.” He said “Like this.” The music was loud and banging as he held onto your waist watching in the mirror as you grind against him bent over then shot up and spun around to press yourself against Hosoek’s body. You looked at his face closely and he was so hot and beautiful at the same time. He slowly turned his head from the mirror to your face he was definitely turned on as he held your waist clawing a bit he lead in and you stopped him “Hoseok I never kissed anyone before...” you whispered embarrassed. But that didn’t stop him as he pushed you gently against a wall and place his soft lips against your lips. He was cherishing the moment as you followed along with his kiss after a few moments you wanted to rip off all his clothes off his body and had your legs around his waist. Even though he was your best friend you had feelings for him and this was pushing it further.

Seokjin

You both were cooking... well let me rephrase he was cooking because he was boiling something inside one of the pans and didn’t want anything to pop on you. So he made you sit on the other side of him on the counter. You were always playful and flirty with him and you both were just always acting like a couple so people would confuse you for a real one. You were eating chocolate as you watched him deal with the food but with his shirt off- his back was fully exposed to you you wouldn’t lie you loved his back it was perfect to you everything about him is perfect. “Seokjin” you sang quietly that it actually sounded good he hummed covering the pan and walking in front of you as you trailed your hand to his lips to feed him a chocolate. “Have you ever kissed someone?” You asked quietly. He nodded yes “Yeah but it’s been a long time what about you?” He hummed setting between your legs that hung off the counter. “No... I haven’t.” You asked you felt so memorized by his eyes and lips. Self consciously you lead in and pressed your lips against his and he was taken back. “Are you sure?” He asked as his breathing felt heavy now. You nodded and you both went in for the kiss he licked his lips swallowing harshly. It lasted for ten whole minutes you both were basically making out and you could’ve swore he moaned a few times as you fought for domanice and when you clawed at his back. “Let me turn off the stove and we can take this to my bedroom, I’ll teach you a few things.” He said breathlessly as he didn’t even turn around to know he turned off the stove this was going to be entertaining as he carried you with your leg around his waist and kept the kiss going.

Jimin

You both were inside the music studio he was already frustrated because he couldn’t get the right sounds for his new first mini album. He is still in BTS but wanted to make his first album by himself and the song he was working on wasn’t the purest song it was a Sex song You was sitting inside of the room with him as he groaned. “What’s wrong you won’t tell me what you need!” You whined. He looked at you “This is suppose to be a sexual song but I feel like it’s missing something.” He said quickly putting his hands on his face from embarrassment. You had to joke around to make him happy- You stood up and walked to the mic room and put on the ear phones “What about this Jimin!” You faked moan “Oooh, Jimin, oooh yes right there fuckkkkkk.” You purred which actually sound good because he looked up and felt himself twitch under his jeans you both had a thing for each other but always denied it. He swallowed harshly and put a hand on top of his jeans “Ahhh” he groaned quietly biting his lips as you continued. He got up walking into the mic room “What are you doing (Y/N).” He spoke as he covered your moan from moaning. “I-I-I umm.” You were lost for words as he shoved you against the wall with both of your bodies close together and your hand was accidentally pressed against his hard crotch and he slowly placed a kiss on your lips but you accepted it.

Namjoon

You saw him change many times before but he has never seen you get dressed in front of him but this time you had to change for a date “Namjoon can you zip up my dress please.” He turned around thinking the zipper was at the top half of the dress but he was wrong- he saw you waiting for him to zip you up but he could see your white lace underwear with a white lace bra. He licked his lips taking a deep breath and slowly reached for the zipper and held your waist zipping it up slowly admiring your back and the lace that was under your dress. “Ahh are you really going to go on this date you don’t even know the guy that well...YOU MET HIM/her ON TINDER!” He spoke loudly as you turned around “Well I can’t exactly ditch him.” You said “No but you can send another girl/guy to go..” you chuckled quietly listening to him complain. You both were at the front door as you were getting your black heels on until he felt a hand on your wrist then pulling you up and you felt a hand be placed on your waist and another hand on your cheek “Please don’t go (Y/N).... I like you a lot and I’m annoyed because I don’t want to see you with another guy/girl.” He spoke slowly and pushed his lips against yours. You slowly closed your eyes dropping your bag and keys this was your first kiss and you also liked Namjoon. This kiss went on for a few minutes until it turned into a makeout then a needy and steamy makeout to the point he was dragging his lips to your lips then down to your neck and your shoulder his words were enough to make you warm “Lets go get this dress off of you and see you in that beautiful lace.” He thrusted upwards seeming you nod, blush, and smirk.

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...Anonymous (ID: vbx9HL7s)

01/12/21(Tue)22:18:36 No.302378481

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What did Linwood mean by this?

What is Frazzle Dazzle drip?

Post a screenshot if its real otherwise LARP

have been told its called bad blood mistress?

...Anonymous (ID: bwhQkqRe)

01/12/21(Tue)22:19:43 No.302378689

>>302378481 (OP) #

Newfag detected

>>302379025 # >>302383220 # >>302403470 #

...Anonymous (ID: ycK5i6Mq)

01/12/21(Tue)22:21:10 No.302378930

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>>302378481 (OP) #

OMFG ENOUGH WITH LIN WOOD.

>>302379176 # >>302379248 # >>302409878 #

...Anonymous (ID: MENPzQ1S)

01/12/21(Tue)22:21:23 No.302378977

This Lin Wood guy is fucking insane. This is your brain on Q.

>>302379248 # >>302379522 #

...Anonymous (ID: vbx9HL7s)

01/12/21(Tue)22:21:40 No.302379025

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...Anonymous (ID: 7qeK6oTX)

01/12/21(Tue)22:22:27 No.302379175

>>302378481 (OP) #

Whoever is making these fake accounts in telegram is going to be royally fucked

>>302386241 # >>302413644 #

...Anonymous (ID: cZrviEeb)

01/12/21(Tue)22:22:27 No.302379176

>>302378930 #

Never thought I'd see the day that I'd agree with an anti slide thread poster.

...Anonymous (ID: zrmJHGKm)

01/12/21(Tue)22:22:30 No.302379189

>blacks outs going to happen

>nothing happens

Why do you still believe this fucking retard

...Anonymous (ID: 7/rFGdOO)

01/12/21(Tue)22:22:50 No.302379248

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>>302378977 #

This is how you know it's real. Look how many auto bots roll out onto Lin Wood threads.

>>302379607 # >>302388365 # >>302391374 # >>302392718 # >>302397469 # >>302398817 #

...Anonymous (ID: bkhC7xem)

01/12/21(Tue)22:23:33 No.302379359

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>>302378481 (OP) #

Frazzle drip is the alleged video of hillary clinton and huma abedin raping and murdering a child

that was months ago where have you been OP?

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...Anonymous (ID: wQVeAGYy)

01/12/21(Tue)22:24:23 No.302379522

>>302378977 #

Someone inform me pls, who exactly is he? Is he actually the presidents lawyer? Why tf would he keep him around if he spews shit like this if it never comes true? Has any of it come true? Seems like bad pr

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Lol Christ man

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>>302378481 (OP) #

archive.4plebs.org/pol/thread/213002213/

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...Anonymous (ID: jyF8BiIU)

01/12/21(Tue)22:26:15 No.302379861

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Can we all print this out and hang it around town?

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...Anonymous (ID: vbx9HL7s)

01/12/21(Tue)22:27:40 No.302380115

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you guys just never deliver...everythings a larp i guess. this is why we cant have nice things....

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...Anonymous (ID: rOpaLAiC)

01/12/21(Tue)22:28:02 No.302380177

Nothing will happen.

Take your meds and go to bed. Tomorrow is another boring day.

...Anonymous (ID: ycK5i6Mq)

01/12/21(Tue)22:29:39 No.302380497

>>302380115 #

Fuck man I’m beginning to believe everything here is a larp.

...Anonymous (ID: N0JpcDCT)

01/12/21(Tue)22:31:47 No.302380858

>>302379359 #

months ago? Try years.

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...Anonymous (ID: onj45D6F)

01/12/21(Tue)22:31:50 No.302380870

The ol frazzle dazzle

...Anonymous (ID: KZb5ucaJ)

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That's what's below the Vatican.

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...Anonymous (ID: nVBf/JGK)

01/12/21(Tue)22:37:08 No.302381797

>>302378481 (OP) #

Wow! The end of the democratic party? Is that going to come out before or after they take control of all politics in america?

...Anonymous (ID: DCktek+d)

01/12/21(Tue)22:38:08 No.302381961

>>302378481 (OP) #

so THIS is why they want to shoah telegram next eh

...Anonymous (ID: YM6Gfxmh)

01/12/21(Tue)22:38:29 No.302382027

he is literally a /pol/ tier Qtard

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yourflygirlslittlegenital · 7 years

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Transgender Day of Remembrance - Some thoughts

Well, some years ago I organised a Tdor demonstration in Berlin, Brandenburger Tor, legally, with fuckin cop protection (what an irony) and today it is also time to remember some things which are always coming between us activists.

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If I want to talk about my discrimination experiences, it is always hard to find a language. I know which words are wrong and I also know which definitions are bad and wrong. This is a result of my discrimination experiences. And I want to use this.

So I don´t use the words “trans” and “cis” and “inter” anymore. My experience is that people assosiate the “right” things with them, the things that the media tells them - mentally disturbed ugly men who want to become women by starting to cloth and style different, strange gay people in coloured bad choosen outfits dancing with unicorns in worn out hillybilly 80s discotheques. Sometimes even I am associate this. You know, all this is not my style. It´s not my life nor what I want to become. I fley the “lgbtiq*” community because I made just worse and worse experiences there. Exploitations (of the discrimination and “outsider” experiences and “identity”), exclusions, foreign determination and other forms of hierarchies and disrespect seemed common there, the music was shite and boring and the “artists” mostly untalented, uninspiring and really bad in what they did.

I never enjoyed these “queer parties” doesn´t matter if it were these typical “homo parties” with terrible 80s sound and German pop folk music or these black leather and whip parties where half of the crowd was having these exaggerated kajal & mascare “designs” while praying for some catholic punishment and ketamine in front of some always the same sounding heavy dark electro/dark techno that was yet banned out of the real club discos for several years nor these “lalalala i am a sweet pink riotgrrrl with a guitar” singsangsong concerts with always the same riffs, paroles and attitudes. “We” weren´t really accepted there ... hell no. Worst were these hippsterish feminist parties where half of the crowd was wearing these boring “don´t beat me” glasses which I am calling “career glasses” where you have to discuss anything about what you “may” do and what not including to define yourself while boring nasal voiced radio music is played in the background and no action is allowed because this is attended to be “unqueer” and therefor ... sexistic and patriarchal.

Anyhow, my taste in music and style was always (made) a problem in these scenes and to different to them and their collective taste in these seemed always to be the evidence of a crime. So I quit these scenes. And their language.

Also my experience is that feminists never really show distance from “cuntists” which disguise themselves as “(terf-) feminists” just to exclude and mock other women for this or that physical attribute, a very sick and ugly form of repeating mistakes you suffered from yourself before. These cuntists, as also the big and never really overcome reference to the cunt as the “core of all feminine” in feminism passed finally to bring me far away from this little sweet pseudoposition called feminism. And I think its more a form of a mask/identity nowadays than a real position. Because most things regarding stereotype genders are nowadays so clear that no one needs to build an ideology or position around it. Sure, this is also a result of the painful process of mass mind assignment and the bourgeoise education technics, but sorry, I can´t take anyone playing the fulltime macho/machista OR feminist serious. Both positions are quite too exaggerated, dumb and unhuman because so many evil shit has taken place in the last time in the name of feminism (also, especially against wrong assigned, inter and trans and other disadvantaged ppl.) while beeing/acting as a macho / machista is a selfevident thing to be wrong, stupid and to avoid for thousands of reasons.

So I am doing my activism just with a bunch of friends who have the same or similar claims, ideas and fights - we are all aware of the fact that the word “trans” f.e. is not only poisoned by the media and nothing to take or even be proud of - it is yet wrong and derrogative in its meaning.

Take the chemistry of old greek language - if two things are “cis”, it means they are on the same side while “trans” means in f.e. a molecule that the second thing is “on the other side”. There is also ortho (next side), para (two sides away) and so on. But only cis means “both together”. Yet this shows how stupid it is to repeat calling yourself (a) “trans” / “transgender” / “transsexual” while not having any serious problem with the shape of your body. Accepting the word “trans” means accepting the ideology of the “right” and the “wrong” body and therefor the theory that you and you body (in general) would be a problem that has to be treaten as a problem. Fuck that.

This is f.e. one thing why I am not connecting really with most other activists anymore. Another is that many/most are believing in strange and often stupid things like that society would just reject them and their existance and human rights for beeing mistaken while ignoring the psychodynamics of power.

I am also fed up with activists who believe in a peaceful revolution for their rights and acceptance - as if Stonewall Riot and all the other important and necessary processes would ever have happened just in a painless and peaceful way - Come back to reality and fight with us, pls!!

Another thing is that we live in a state of permanent oppression, including violence, stigmatisation and taking away our life quality with that. You can hide from seeing this, but anyhow - I don´t want to lie about that any longer.

The media is a bullshit - this is why I don´t read newspapers anymore. All the propaganda and stigmatising articles about the “strange beings who change their gender and where born as a man” and so on, you find em everywhere and in every of these shitpapers, so I will run or find my own press or die without knowing perfectly what is going on. This culture is not my culture, it is cutting away my experience, it is cutting away my life, my style, my knowledge, my ideas and my sexuality - while sexualising me and my sisters in a stupid, ugly and unsuppotably exploitative manner.

I say fuck you to a culture, society that is defining itself as an integrative, democratic dialogue culture while it is in reality a fucked up senseless powerplay and projection of some bunch of poison-filled, stressed and greed controlled human shit disguised in either sexy dresses or boring suits told to be sexy and/or neutral. I am not a part of this and I will never be.

Every nation that has laws which force me to be described as “male” in official documents for being born with a penis can suck my dixk and suffocate. So I don´t want to be part of any state, group or collective that is going with the actual madness of genitalistic assignments - I want to fight for having a place without gender assignments - not at birth nor ever! No fucking laws no fucking “she was born as a man” articles, slander and wikipedia mockings! I am fighting for a place with clean without all walls and media full of this privilegued repressive hatespeech propaganda.

This fight is not a fight for human rights, a bit of respect or beeing heard - I want to fight for having my own territory free of cops, genitalistic media, ugly fetishistic chasers and doctors who shall tell me who to be and what to do and how to hate my body by law and claiming that reproduction is the essential thing in life while justifying laws which demand the permanent castration or other forms of mutilation of my body just to be accepted as a woman. I want to kill all people who are and were involved in this. And never again live in a society that justifies them and their work while telling anyone in the media they would be “experts” about what and who I am while I would be a “transperson”. No. Fuck yea.

Still looking for people having the same in mind. And in their guts. Sorry, you peaceful feminist and queer community embracing activists... but your “riot” is not mine.

I am just still living for revenge. And for a change. Not a repeat of the same walls, prejudices and clichees under the sign of “diversity” “rainbow something” or collective “lgbtiq harmony”. I am just a woman. Not LGFUILHSDLUKADZBKub and not even proud to be a woman. My rainbow -flag is a burning authority with a choped down head -flag, my diversity is the diversity of anyone. Not I am special - everyone is. So I refuse to be categorised as “a little bit different”. Fuck that. Don´t make me a stupid fool. All these representations of “queer” and all the other mainstream “deviant sexuality” bullshit just makes me vomit. I want to break down the walls - not to tighten them.

Also I want to tell my pain and fight to anywhere and not just to find it in a “rainbow corner” of some special nice magazine or in a “safe space”, so I don´t exclude from the mass and the people who don´t want to listen. It is a political,. necessary and social thing, just as the election of any government, the Arab Spring or the next 20 Mio trade of the Coca Cola Company is. And I have the impression that many other activists see this different. These are some reasons why I stopped to interact in ordinary activism. I know that I am not alone with that. But mostly no one is talking about it.

Today I dared to. My last suicide attempt is 8 years ago. I almost passed to die. And wake up in a hospital 3 days later. Especially the sexual herrassment and abuse of the psychotherapists I was forced to communicate with regulary just to be able to juristically change my legal name took away the most power I needed to survive in a world full of genitalistic hate, prejudice and normative propaganda of a culture that is defining itself by excluding, killing and ignoring us and our ancient sisters and brothers and their knowledge, language and experiences. Will they also iradicate us and our words and images? Like our ancestors?

This is what and why I am fighting. At the moment it still seems to be a real small minority within a small minority fight. But I don´t give up now anymore. Read more about our small activist group in

http://antigenitalistischeoffensive2013.tumblr.com/post/64452337251/about-genitalism-and-our-mission

https://stopgenitalism.tumblr.com

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dorkwhowrites · 7 years

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Champagne Cocaine Gasoline

Group: Bangtan Boys

Pairing: Vhope

Genre: Angst/Fluff

For @girlwhowritesbad

Hoseok stands at the bus stop nervously looking around every other second.

He might be here any minute and Hoseok feels himself getting even more nervous as time passes by.

His phone buzzes and he expects it to be a text from him. But instead, it’s Hoseok’s roommate and best friend Yoongi.

‘Don’t forget to buy milk on your way home’

‘Fine’ Hoseok replies.

‘Also some squid chips pls thx’

‘K’

Hoseok pockets his phone almost wanting to leave. He is over twenty minutes late. Maybe, he isn’t even gonna show up…

Just then Hoseok sees an expensive looking black car stop in front of the bus stop.

The driver steps out and opens the car door and there he is casually sitting in the seat. He lowers his sunglasses just a little looking at Hoseok and Hoseok feels himself getting self-conscious.

The pictures on his profile didn’t him do any justice Hoseok thinks. He is even more stunning in real life.

“Are you even gonna get in, Hoseokie?” he says and his voice is so deep and sexy. Of course, the man had called him Hoseokie a lot before when they chatted but it was sounded so different and sexy to actually hear him say it.

Hoseok nods as he gets in and sits maintaining a distance between them.

“How was your day Hoseokie?” he asks a little smirk on his face.

“It was uh okay,” Hoseok answers. “How was your day, Mr. Kim?”

“Boring, a lot of meetings,” he answers sitting back and crossing his legs.

Hoseok smiles when they make eye contact while he fidgets with his backpack.

There is complete silence to the point that it feels awkward to Hoseok but Mr. Kim seems to be completely at ease.

About 20 minutes later the car stops and the driver steps out and opens the door as Hoseok steps out looking at a majestic glass building.

He suddenly feels Mr. Kim’s hand on the small of his wait just slightly touching and Hoseok feels goose bumps on his skin.

“Come on Hoseokie,”

Hoseok nods as he walks in with Mr. Kim. It’s a restaurant and it’s a damn expensive one. Hoseok looks out of place with his ripped jeans, his gray hoodie, and converse. Everyone including Mr. Kim is dressed in suits that are probably worth more than Hoseok’s college tuition.

Lost in his thoughts he doesn’t realize that Mr. Kim is calling out his name.

A man is guiding them to a table.

He pulls out a chair and Hoseok sits down and so does Mr. Kim who is smiling at Hoseok yet again and Hoseok barely smiles back. He is so nervous around Mr. Kim especially when he smiles like that.

“What would you like to eat?” Mr. Kim asks.

Hoseok looks at the menu card and he is seriously confused but he doesn’t want to show it. Mr. Kim only chuckles as he takes the menu and after a minute says some weird name to the waiter who nods leaving.

Hoseok looks around at the people around him, women dressed in expensive dresses and men in suits sipping wine at 1 pm in the afternoon.

“Hoseokie,” he hears Mr. Kim’s singsong voice.

Hoseok looks at Mr. Kim.

“Uh yes,”

“Relax Hoseokie, I don’t bite,”

Hoseok grins a little sitting back.

“I just wanted to tell you, you look absolutely beautiful,”

Hoseok turns red. It was one thing when Mr. Kim complimented him when they chatted but in person, it was a completely different thing.

“Th…thank you,” Hoseok mumbles looking down. “You look great too”

“That I know,” Mr. Kim says with a smirk on his face.

Just then the waiter is back with what looks like two plates of salad.

“Since you didn’t want to order I got you a salad too,” Mr. Kim says.

“Salad is good,” Hoseok says with a smile as he takes a bite and it is probably the best salad he has ever tasted.

They don’t talk much while eating except Mr. Kim winks at Hoseok twice leaving him red-faced.

Mr. Kim has an astounding effect on Hoseok.

“Would you like dessert?” Mr. Kim asks.

Hoseok shakes his head no. He doesn’t want to seem like a glutton in front of Mr. Kim even though he is barely full.

“All right bill please,” he says and the waiter leaves with a nod.

Hoseok sips on his waiter until the waiter returns with the bill and Hoseok’s mouth is left open when he sees how much the small bowls of salad cost.

“Come on Hoseok,” he hears Mr. Kim.

Hoseok nods as he gets up and just like before Mr. Kim places his hand on the small of his back as if guiding him through.

They get in the car.

“I am sorry Hoseok we couldn’t spend much time together today,” Mr. Kim says.

“Mr. Kim…,”

But he interrupts him anyway.

“But I am very happy about the time we did spend together,”

Hoseok nods.

“I will drop you home before I go back to my office,”

“Oh okay,”

Mr. Kim smiles before taking Hoseok’s hands into his and playing with his fingers before he sits back.

Hoseok feels dizzy at the touch as he recites his address to the driver.

When they almost reach Hoseok’s house Hoseok remembers about the milk and squid chips.

“Mr. Kim…can you stop the car for a second?” Hoseok asks hesitantly.

“Why?”

“I need to get some milk and also some squid chips…,”

“Dong will get it,” Mr. Kim says.

The driver stops the car and immediately leaves to buy the milk and the chips while Mr. Kim seems to be texting someone.

The driver returns and hands a plastic bag to Hoseok before he starts driving again.

Hoseok reaches for his wallet but Mr. Kim stops him gripping his waist.

“But…,”

“It’s okay Hoseok,” he says.

Hoseok gives up feeling guiltier than ever before. Lunch was a other thing but he can’t let Mr. Kim buy groceries for him.

Hoseok is still terribly new to the whole sugar daddy/baby thing…he realizes.

They have soon reached Hoseok’s building and he expects Mr. Kim to drive away but he steps out with Hoseok walking with him to his flat.

He doesn’t talk at all and when Hoseok is at his flat he looks Mr. Kim expecting him to say something.

Mr. Kim instead just leans in and presses his lips to Hoseok’s. It’s gentle and there is no sense of urgency. Hoseok is taken aback but he kisses back Mr. Kim. The kiss, however, ends too soon for Hoseok’s liking and he feels like he might actually faint if it weren’t for the firm grip that Mr. Kim has on his hands.

“I enjoyed my time with you Hoseokie,”

Hoseok nods.

“I wanna see you again,”

Hoseok’s heart is racing.

“I don’t know if I can tomorrow I have a lot of meetings but this Saturday I think I can make some time,”

“Oh okay,”

“Would you like to come?”

“Of course yeah sure I mean,”

Hoseok sounds too excited probably but he doesn’t care. He can’t wait to see Mr. Kim again.

“My place for dinner,” Mr. Kim says.

“Oh okay,”

Mr. Kim smiles a little.

“I look forward to seeing you Hoseokie,” he says,

“Me too Mr. Kim,”

Mr. Kim chuckles.

“You know you can call me Taehyung right,” he says. “You are not my worker…you are special,”

Hoseok gulps.

“Yes, Mr…Taehyung,”

Taehyung laughs again.

“You are too adorable Hoseokie,” Taehyung says. “I am gonna miss you the next two days”

“We can…chat,” Hoseok says.

“Of course we will,” Taehyung says putting his arms around Hoseok.

He kisses Hoseok again and this time he kisses with a sense of urgency almost biting at Hoseok’s lips.

“I have to go now,” Taehyung says as he breaks away from the kiss.

“Goodbye Taehyung,”

“Goodbye Hoseokie,”

He walks off and Hoseok takes a whole minute to gather himself before he rings the doorbell and Yoongi opens the door.

“You took a long time,” Yoongi complains as he goes back to the couch burying himself under a pile of blankets. He has been doing since ever since their heater broke and both of them are too broke to replace it.

“I was with Jimin,” Hoseok lies.

“Did you get my chips?” Yoongi asks and Hoseok tosses him the packet before going in the kitchen to keep the milk in the fridge.

“These are the wrong brand,” Hoseok hears Yoongi yell. “You know I hate these”

“Well, they only had these ones,” Hoseok yells back.

“You could have gotten barbecue chips,” Yoongi yells.

“Shut up and eat your chips,”

Hoseok goes to his room and does homework for the rest of the afternoon and it takes longer than usual because his mind is clouded with the thoughts of Mr. Kim-Taehyung.

Hoseok changes his name from Mr. Kim to Taehyung

Hoseok thinks about how good he looks with his golden tan skin and his deep warm brown eyes and when he smiles. Hoseok can list out a million perfections.

When he finally finishes his homework Hoseok checks his phone and he has two texts from Taehyung.

‘Hoseokie’

‘How is my baby doing?’

Hoseok blushes before typing a reply.

‘Just finished homework, u?’

‘Work boring,’

‘L’

Taehyung sees the text but doesn’t reply.

Just then Hoseok hears Yoongi knocking on his door and Hoseok puts his phone away before opening the door.

“I just called Jimin,” Yoongi says. “He says he was with Jungkook all afternoon”

“Fine, I lied,”

“What were you doing?” Yoongi asks.

“I just spend my time in a café that’s all,”

“Really,” Yoongi says. “Then why did you lie?”

“Uh I don’t know,”

Hoseok knows Yoongi is barely convinced with his poor lie and he knows Yoongi will sniff around but for now he doesn’t need to know.

Of course, soon he will have to tell his best friend that he has found himself a sugar daddy.

Well, that is if Taehyung sticks around…

Hoseok’s stomach is rumbling and he is in no mood to cook.

“Can we call for some pizza?” he asks Yoongi.

“Don’t worry Seokjin left some pasta this afternoon,”

“Bless him,” Hoseok says as he goes to the fridge and puts the pasta in the microwave to heat it.

Hoseok and Yoongi eat dinner while watching a wildlife documentary on how lions mate and Yoongi is particularly fascinated but Hoseok is barely watching his mind still warped into thoughts.

Hoseok washes the dishes after he finishes his dinner and then goes to his bedroom so he can finally sleep when he checks his phone and before contemplating decides to text Taehyung goodnight.

Taehyung sees it but doesn’t reply.

Hoseok curses himself for being too stupid of course Taehyung doesn’t have time to respond to silly good night texts or maybe Hoseok is being too clingy…

What if Taehyung doesn’t even like him? And all day today he was just being nice to Hoseok.

But he did kiss Hoseok…

Hoseok groans.

He really doesn’t know anything about how these relationships work and how he has found himself in one.

After all, it was a bored evening that lead to all this.

Hoseok doesn’t know why he went to the sugar daddy site because the thought of having a sugar daddy had never even crossed his mind.

He swiped through profiles of fat pot bellied men who looked older than his father and that’s when he came across Kim Taehyung’s profile.

The man didn’t look older than 30. The picture of him was posing on some cruise ship wearing a floral shirt the top buttons undone and short shorts showing off his body in a sinful way.

He was sexy, Hoseok thought.

So, Hoseok just made an account to talk him and if he was being serious he didn’t even expect a response but Kim Taehyung managed to surprise Hoseok and of course just 3 weeks later they were meeting for lunch and Taehyung even kissed him.

This is bizarre and strangely quite fun.

Hoseok’s phone buzzes and there it is a goodnight text from Taehyung. Hoseok can hardly wipe the grin off his face.

He falls asleep happy.

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