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mixelation · 2 months

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reborn au: actually i have no idea why i summarized context instead of just posting it

Tori was having a problem. Several problems, actually.

“I’m not even allowed to submit a proposal without some idiot chunin co-signing,” she complained, pacing back and forth in front of Deidara. He was seated on his bed, rubbing ointment into the pink patches of his feet and legs that his medic hadn’t quite healed all the way.

Deidara had… set a field on fire, or something, on his mission. Whatever. Kushina-sensei had gently hinted at Tori that she should go over and make sure he didn’t need help cooking or cleaning, as while Konoha hospital could fix up most things, he’d still landed himself three weeks leave with foot injuries.

Obviously, Deidara had yelled at her and set a clay flea off in her face for even hinting he might need help. Convincing him to let her ladle the big pot of her mediocre curry soup she’d lugged over into his own tupperware had been a whole ordeal filled with yelling and a couple minor explosions. But once she had that out of way and a bunch of tupperwares in his fridge, she was taking his presence in town as an excuse to rant about her own problems in her new lab assignment.

“My new PI wants me on dish duty,” she went on, gesturing furiously with both hands. “I know every piece of research fuinjutsu better than anyone there, and I get dish duty? I wouldn’t mind cleaning my own dishes, or if everyone was cleaning dishes, but my ideas for projects just get ignored. Who cares that I’m a genin? I have more experience than any of the chunin in that lab.”

She’d complained to higher management and attempted to get reassigned, but it seemed she was being ignored. She was afraid she’d have to go through Kushina to get facetime with the Hokage. She didn’t want to play nepotism; she wanted to earn this herself.

Deidara looked at her like she was stupid.

“If it’s a rank problem,” he said, “then just go get promoted to chunin, yeah.”

Tori stared back at him, flummoxed. This hadn’t occurred to her. She was quite confident she could handle any task any chunin might encounter in a lab. She was reasonably certain she could perform better than some of the jounin in a lab, even, especially if she got to head her own projects. But… chunin were meant to lead missions. They had to be able to fight things, had to know some set number of jutsu, had to have all the rules and ordinances memorized.

“Do you think I’m qualified?” Tori wondered out loud.

She really only had a grab bag of jutsu under her belt, the product of only bothering to learn things that interested her. Her combat skills mostly revolved around hitting things with a stick, or irreversibly destroying flesh in an extremely slipshod way. It seemed like a vast overestimation that she might be qualified for a promotion.

Deidara managed to look even more unimpressed with her.

“What the hell do you think chunin are?” he asked.

“Squadron leaders?” Tori tried.

“Not the baby ones,” Deidara told her. “Anyone with two brain cells to rub together can make chunin. The only reason you’re not already promoted is that Iwa is filled with assholes, yeah.”

This seemed… wrong, somehow. She’d mostly just gotten as far as she did in the Iwa exam by relying on others. But, maybe, she could swing an internal promotion?

Tori went and looked up the official minimum qualifications for chunin promotion. She did qualify, it seemed. Apparently you only needed the Academy three ninjutsu to make chunin, although more were recommended. And maybe she should review all these rules and internal structures she was supposed to know…

The minimum mission requirement was also only one C-rank, which seemed too low. It also seemed like her various higher ranking missions maybe shouldn’t count. The Iwa fiasco had mostly just been her playing side-kick, up until she basically just lied through her teeth for a very stressful few hours. The Sasori fiasco wasn’t exactly a shining moment for her either. It all really depended on her being on a team with a bunch of monsters rather than her own talents, honestly.

Oh well. It wouldn’t hurt to try, she supposed. It wasn’t like the Hokage’s office didn’t know exactly who she was and the details of her on-paper accomplishments.

She filled out a form for promotion-by-mission and turned it in. Two days later she was called into the Hokage’s office. Minato was literally eating a sandwich while he talked to her, apparently on his lunch break.

“Right,” Minato said, swallowing. He picked her application off a pile of papers and slid it across his desk to her. “I’m not approving this.”

“Okay,” Tori said, having expected as much.

“Because I want you to go to the next exam,” he continued. “It’s in Kiri.”

“Oh,” Tori replied, surprised. So she’d have to prove her qualifications? Annoying.

“I think you should aim to win the tournament,” Minato said through another mouthful of sandwich. “Make it flashy. It’ll be a good showing for Konoha.”

“Wait—” Tori started. “I’m not—”

“I’m going to okay you to reduce lab hours if you feel like you need training,” Minato continued, unperturbed by the madness he was spitting. He passed another form across the desk for her, brushing sandwich crumbs off f it. “You have six weeks. Kushina said she’d register you. Let me know if you need anything.”

He dismissed her. Tori wandered out of his office gripping her exemption paperwork in both hands. Less lab time was the opposite of what she wanted!

Deidara laughed at her when she reported what happened. There were, she noted, empty curry-stained tupperware in his sink.

“I can’t win the tournament,” Tori bemoaned as he snickered. She was really more of a “promoted due to clever thinking” type of kunoichi. “Make it flashy? What is he thinking?”

“Probably that most genin actually just suck, yeah,” Deidara told her. “Do you think Kushina-sensei could convince him to let me go to the tournament?”

Apparently the idea of watching her fight was deeply funny to Deidara. He talked for a very long time about wanting to see her panic and melt a small child into goo in front of all their friends and family. Tori buried her face in her hands.

“Oh, then you’d get a pay raise,” Deidara said, eyes suddenly brightening. “We could move somewhere better, yeah.”

“Deidaraaa,” she whined.

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The lab sink was already filled with dirty test tubes in the morning. The new chunin had mislabeled several samples the day before, and now the experiment was ruined, and Tori was in charge of clean-up. Tori listened to the chunin explain this, glaring at the sink.

“So I’ll be setting it up again while you clean,” the chunin said.

It wasn’t that Tori thought she’d never mislabel something. It was that she had enough experience to know to double-check, and if she screwed up anyway, she’d clean up her own fuck-ups.

Plus, everyone had ignored that she’d pointed out their control for this experiment made no sense. There was a huge risk that whatever results they got, if this chunin could get it to work at all, would be totally uninterpretable.

“Actually, I have an exemption,” Tori told the chunin. “I just came in to say I’ll be out for a while.”

She fled the lab. Kushina’s office door was always open.

“Oh!” Kushina said when Tori knocked. “You’re getting started on training earlier than I thought. Donut?”

She had a small box of donut holes she pushed at Tori.

“I talked it over with Minato,” Kushina said, twirling a pen in her finger as she spoke. “Basically, we think it’d be a good PR move if you sort of showed off that Konoha is basically the best at fuuinjutsu.”

“Okay,” Tori said. She could do that, at least… probably.

“You weren’t really flashy with it in the Iwa tournament,” Kushina continued. “So we’ll have to come up with something. Maybe you can work on giving some speeches about how your jutsu work like some weirdos do. Oh, but don’t show off you can use nonhuman chakra; we don’t want that getting out until it has to.” Kushina frowned slightly. “And I guess you shouldn’t melt any other genin. That’d be bad for international relations.”

“Okay,” Tori repeated. That just severely limited her combat capabilities. “Um, Hokage-sama told me to… win the tournament?”

She waited for Kushina to say Minato was being ridiculous. Instead she beamed and said, “Well, of course! I want my team to be three-for-three, you know!”

Kushina then made her take the rest of the box of donuts and shooed her out of the office, with a promise they’d make a training schedule.

“It’ll only be like twice a week,” Kushina said as Tori gathered up her bag. “Don’t want to distract you from the lab!”

“But,” Tori started. She needed… more than that, if she was even going to pass, let alone win a tournament.

“Bye!” Kushina replied.

Tori walked out of Hokage Tower feeling completely unsure what to do. She could go… think about combat fuuinjutsu? Except, she’d moved all her materials to her desk in R&D in a bid for separate work and personal time, and she did not want to go back there right now.

Well, she knew Deidara was in town and not doing anything. She went and asked him if he wanted to train.

Deidara took at her in deep distrust. “Who are you and what did you do with Tori?”

“Come on,” Tori whined. “I brought you donuts.”

Deidara was walking with a slight limp, but he did accept the rest of the donut holes and then shuffled out the door.

“We can use my grounds, yeah,” he said, still sounding suspicious that she wanted to train at all.

Deidara had his own assigned training ground, out in a field away from anything else. It was filled with half-made sculptures covered in tarp that Tori had decorated in fuuinjutsu herself, to reduce the chance of random explosions.

The field was also completely riddled with potholes, blown into the ground by Deidara’s various experiments. Deidara wasn’t exactly quick on his feet right now, but he did spend the rest of the morning attempting to shove Tori into various holes and then close them over her, making fun of her the entire time.

So probably she was improving at… something. Getting out of death traps, maybe.

#reborn au #my writing

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purplekiwis · 1 year

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You've got a new professor, and an obsession with his hands...

Genre: Sculptor!Harry | Professor!Harry x Student!Y/N

Warnings: +18 (smut... but not yet)

Wordcount: 3.7k

A/N: i'm not the best at photomontages so please don't roast me, I tried 😅

THIS IS A MULTI-PART SERIES. YOU CAN CHECK THE SERIES MASTERPOST : HERE AND PART 2 HERE

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Hands.

His were artful,

Perhaps even an art form in and of themselves: smooth, veiny, with steady joints and capable and patient fingertips.

The hands of a craftsman - suitable for creating planets, galaxies, and even entire universes if they so desired. Both harsh and gentle, they tore, kneaded, and poked… only to stroke softly in the end.

The hands of a lover,

Those were my ceramics professor’s hands.

I bit the hidden part of my lip as I watched them move with conviction. Across the slickness, bare and sticky as they pried deeper and deeper, widening as they went and doing as they pleased.

I felt the urge to push my thighs together as I seemingly always did whenever my professor came closer, but I couldn’t because of the potter's wheel blocking my way - the one where he was fixing the crooked clay pot I had tried to make. “Next time, try using a little less water, okay? Your clay has gotten too soft… that’s why you're having trouble getting it even.”

“So less water than this time, but more than last time?” My struggle to get it right made me feel a little embarrassed, but I wanted him to know that I was listening and trying my best. He nodded in response to my question. “Okay, um- I'll try to do it correctly next time. Thanks for resurrecting my project and making it right again.”

My professor smiled warmly at me, noticing I was becoming discouraged by making so many mistakes. “No worries, I’m happy to help.” I watched him as he stood up, washed his hands in my water bowl and dried them on the rag he kept in his pottery apron. “Don't be afraid to muck around with what I've made. You're supposed to take it apart and rebuild it.”

“If I touch it, I'll ruin it and you'll need to come back for assistance again.”

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head. “I don't want you worrying about that. That’s why I’m here, to fix up your messes.” He sat on the stool next to me again for a moment, and when he spoke, he kept his voice low. “I want you to take it less seriously. Have fun with it — work it ‘til your wreck it. Don’t beat yourself up about it. That’s common blunder for someone who’s starting. We’ve all been there.”

“Thanks,” I smiled a little more assuredly. “I'll try to keep that in mind.”

He smiled back as he stood up from the stool. “No problem, just ask if you need anything.”

While I wasn’t sure how I got into the habit of fantasizing about my professor's hands, I did know how I ended up in his class.

I was a Product Design student.

Frankly, only because I didn’t have the grades to enroll in Interior Design like I’d always aspired to. Product Design was the second-best option that would still give me a chance of breaking into the field if I chose my classes wisely.

In order to achieve that goal, I had been planning to take a class on inclusive design this year. However, as I was about to submit my application, my computer crashed, forcing me to reenter all of my information again. Because of this, by the time I made it back to the page, most of the students had already chosen, leaving only statistical literacy and ceramics as open options.

None of those options had even the slightest appeal to me, which naturally made me incredibly frustrated at the time but, at least the choice was clear between them. Anything with the word statistics in it sounded absolutely dreadful and combining it with the word literacy somehow made it sound even worse… so I chose ceramics, despite the fact that I had never tried my hand at it.

That was why I was now behind all of my classmates, which didn't make me feel great, even though no one had made me feel inferior about my lack of skill yet… not even our professor. He was very sweet and attentive, without always being on top of me, which I appreciated. He gave me the freedom to try things on my own, but as soon as he noticed my eyes searching for him, he'd come over to check things out and lend a helping hand.

This wasn't always a positive thing because sometimes the only reason I was looking was because I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It wasn't just his hands that I kept staring at; I found him captivating in all aspects.

His hair was cool. I liked how he kept it in a messy bun and tucked flyaways behind his ears when they landed on his face. He dressed really cute too, I thought — creative yet casual, and the stubble he occasionally sported when he neglected to shave was sexy as hell.

I wasn’t fully aware of his age, but he couldn't have been much older than me when he had finished his Ph.D. in Fine Arts the previous year. In the rumor mill, he had been invited to teach shortly after earning his degree due to his extraordinary talent for clay sculpting, that had made him stand out at our university ever since he started studying there.

He hadn't shown much of his personal work outside of what he did during his school years, but I had heard through the grapevine that erotic themes were his specialty. Another thing I had heard was that because he made art under a pseudonym that he kept as a secret from most people, his work was very difficult to find online.

That bothered me a little because I was interested and wanted to see it, especially after learning that pleasure was the subject he enjoyed exploring the most. Among my classmates, I knew some made jokes about him being a pervert who had only wanted to come teach to score with the female students. My gut told me that wasn't the case, and I was miffed by those people who couldn’t comprehend that someone could find sex fascinating enough to want to depict it in most of their art without being sleazy. Fortunately, I wasn't one of them. I found sex to be an intriguing topic as well… I enjoyed having it, looking at it, and having thoughtful conversations about it.

“Professor,” I called as we finished class. I was still sat by my wheel, while everyone was cleaning and washing up. Being completely honest, I wanted to leave as well… but I made myself stay so I could make my pot look more presentable. “If you're leaving, could you please leave the room key with me? I was planning to stay a little longer.”

He seemed surprised that I wanted to stay.

I noticed his gaze fall on the collapsing walls of my pot as he handed me the key, but he was merciful enough not to comment. “Feel free to stay as long as you like. I'm taking a coffee break, but I'll be back as well.”

Finding that my professor was coming back made the prospect of staying more enticing. I wasn't expecting a lot of interaction with him, though… I didn't want to be a bother, so I would avoid requesting his assistance. It was already embarrassing enough to ask for it in class, even if he kept assuring me it was perfectly okay to do so…

Professor Harry returned to the classroom after about 10 minutes, seeming happy to find me still there. As he walked inside, he cracked a lighthearted joke about how surprised he was that I hadn't destroyed anything yet. I snorted a laugh and said that I was surprised too.

I observed him carefully as he re-tied his apron around his waist. It seemed like everything the man did attracted me. The way his triceps flexed with movement, the contours of his back, the ease with which his fingers tied the knot. None of these things escaped my attention.

“Would it be okay if I turned on some music?” Due to my dry mouth, it took me longer than it should have to answer his question. “I'm not a big fan of working in silence, but it’s okay if you are…”

“Oh, please, go ahead.” I was finally able to react, but my voice came out weird. “I don't particularly enjoy working in silence either...”

My professor smiled, then walked over to his desk and sat down at his laptop. “Have you got any special requests?”

I pretended to contemplate for a moment, but I didn't want to be the one picking the music. I wanted him to choose because I was nervous about accidentally having him listen to something he didn't like… and I was also curious about his musical tastes. “Not really, no. I'm not picky. I like most music.” That part was true, but he seemed skeptical. “Just pretend I'm not here and play whatever music you normally listen to.”

The look on his face was still skeptical, but he agreed. “Okay, I will. Just let me know if you don't like it so I can switch to something you like best.”

He put on Woodkid's Warm Core album and looked at me to see if I was keen on the choice. “This is cool. I like it.” It was the kind of alternative music I anticipated he would listen to, being an artist and all, and it made me happy because I also liked it.

“Alright, good. If at any point you decide that you no longer like it, feel free to request a change.” I was getting a little hot over how much he was focusing on making sure I liked his music. I’d always had this conviction that one of the ways to tell if a guy is good in bed is to look for signs that he is considerate and eager to please – and already, my professor was scoring points in that department. I glanced at him, and I believe he noticed because he asked, “Is there anything you need help with, or should I just let you do your thing and keep to myself?”

“Um…” I stammered, returning my attention to the horrible looking pot I was working on. I had been right the first time. I shouldn't have touched it after he fixed it for me. “I'm holding up for now. Thanks, professor.”

He smiled at me. “You can leave out the “professor” when we're outside of class. That term is still settling in for me… it's a bit off-putting to be addressed that way when I was also a student here just a year ago - especially when I can't be that much older than you, right?”

I joined him in his smile. “Yeah, I get what you mean. I suppose it's not weird for me because I don't remember seeing you at school last year. How old are you, though, just out of curiosity?”

“I’m 27, you?”

“Wow, you’re really old...” He wasn’t, really… especially since I had assumed he would be in his thirties, given that he was a professor and all. I snorted when he side-eyed me from across the room, where he’d been tidying up and organizing the equipment the students had left behind. “I was just kidding. I'm 22, so...”

His brows furrowed slightly in response to my reveal. “So you're a little older than the rest of the class. Makes sense, you seem a bit more grown-up in comparison to them.” I took that as a compliment because, while my classmates weren't much younger than me – they had to be around 19 – some still acted like teenagers in many ways. “Also, since you mentioned not seeing me at school last year… that’s because I went abroad for a few months to study, and then I had to wrap up my thesis, so I didn't come very often.”

“Oh, that's cool. Where did you go?”

“Norway, to Oslo more specifically. It's a city I think everyone should visit if they ever get the chance to. I had a wonderful time there.” He turned his head away from what he was doing to look at me. “Have you ever thought about going abroad for school?”

“I've thought about it, but I don’t know. It doesn't really call to me right now, to be honest... maybe next year.” I was really interested in hearing more about Harry's experience in Norway, so I shifted the focus of the conversation back to that. “What was the best part of it for you?”

I could tell he was excited to talk about it, as evidenced by the sparkle in his eye. “A difficult question, that. I loved the landscapes and food there, as well as the people. Oslo’s a beautiful city, and it has an amazing art scene that's definitely worth exploring.” He paused for a moment, laughed, and then spoke again, “But I guess I should say that meeting Astrid, my girlfriend, was probably the best part.”

“Wow, that's... something.” Something I'd rather he didn't have, I thought to myself despite my amenable expression. “Has she traveled all the way here with you?”

“Oh no, she stayed in Oslo. We've been doing long-distance and stuff… it isn't always easy, but we make it work.” I could tell by the look on his face that he had somewhat regretted sharing that with me. “Anyway, you should give the studying abroad thing some more thought... you seem like someone who would enjoy that kind of thing. You give off a good vibe.”

“Ha, thanks... so do you. I really like your style.”

I saw his cheeks flush at my compliment. “I don’t put a lot of thought into my clothes, to be honest. Most of the time, I just throw on whatever.”

“Well, it works, so...” Seeing me shrug, he smiled, but said nothing further. I figured the conversation was over and got back to my work. Harry did the same thing; except he was no longer cleaning up and was instead using his laptop. Even though I stayed another hour, he didn't leave until I did, which made me feel bad because it made me wonder if he had stayed on purpose to be there in case I needed anything. “Do you usually stay here until this late?” I inquired as he closed the classroom door.

“Um… it depends, sometimes I do, but if you weren't here I would’ve probably left earlier.”

His confession caused a small contraction in my heart. I now regretted staying for so long, especially since I had spent some of that time merely acting as though I was working. “Oh, I'm so sorry. You didn’t have to do that. I would have been fine by myself. I just wanted to practice.”

“Oh no, don't get me wrong. I stayed longer because I wanted to. I live alone, so… I am by myself a lot. It was nice to have company for a change.”

“Ah, I see...” That was something I hadn’t considered before, but it made sense. Most of Harry’s university friends were probably no longer around, or if they were, perhaps he'd lost touch with them after going away for so many months. That had happened to me with my high school friends, so I knew how it felt. “I was actually planning on doing this more frequently to see if I could improve my pottery skills, so… you're welcome to keep me company if that's something you'd like to do.”

He acknowledged my invitation with a courteous smile. “Ah, thanks. I appreciate that.” When he didn't respond right away, I assumed he wasn't interested, which made me feel stupid for having suggested it. Why would he want to spend time with a student five years his junior? He was probably cringing at the thought. That was what I was assuming, until he started speaking again after a pause. “I reckon as long as you really don't mind me being around, that could be something that works for me.”

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Over the course of a couple of weeks, it became a habit for me and Harry to spend time together after class. Most times, more than once a week. The days when I didn’t have class until late, I would wander to the atelier after his class and spend the next few hours there. It was really easy to get along despite our slight age difference.

I didn't know Harry well enough to say that we had a lot in common, but we just clicked really well. Having a conversation with him was easy, and his presence was warm and reassuring.

We would sometimes work separately, but Harry had taken it upon himself to teach me the things I had been falling behind on. He taught me how to use a kiln to fire and glaze pottery, as well as a bunch of different building and decorating techniques. I liked the last one most because he got to sit next to me and help me paint and texturize. I was really proud of a mug we had made together. Harry had commented that the wavy handle I had made for it looked like the tail of a fish when we put it in, so we went on to decorate the rest of the mug to fit that concept.

“You’re a good painter…” He complimented me as I painted the fish’s fins. I wrinkled my nose at him. Painting had always been a fun activity for me, but I had never considered myself good at it. Harry, on the other hand, was a true artist, thanks to his Fine Arts training and skillful hands…

I looked at the fin I'd drawn and noticed that it was unmistakably more unsightly than the one on the picture I was taking inspiration from. Harry couldn't possibly believe I was talented as a painter. He was just trying to say something nice.

“What? I'm serious…” He assured me, appearing a little surprised by my doubtful demeanor. “And you have a great eye for color too.”

“Hmm, I find that last one is a little more believable; I'll take it.” I said before returning to straightening out my wonkiest brush strokes. I'd spent enough time designing pretty rooms in Intericad Lite to feel reasonably confident on my ability to mix and match colors so, accepting that compliment wasn't too difficult. Besides that isn’t really a talent, is it? It's something a lot of people have.

“Hey,” Harry’s voice drew my attention back to him. “I meant both of the things I said. I wouldn’t have said anything if I didn’t.”

The seriousness I was met with when I looked into Harry's eyes made me feel emotional and flustered at the same time. “Thanks,” I smiled a little before looking down at my mug. “I think I haven't gotten a compliment on my painting skills since I was a little kid…”

“You used to get compliments on it when you were little?”

“Sometimes, yeah… mainly from teachers because I always colored inside the lines.”

“I think it's really unfortunate that we stop getting compliments as we get older… I can't really complain because I've been lucky to grow up in a supportive environment, but I know that after a certain point in most people’s lives criticism becomes the norm, while praise for rightdoing is never given.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” I grabbed another brush and continued to color my mug because the topic we were discussing was now making me feel like I might actually start crying if I didn't keep my emotions under control, and I didn’t want Harry to see that. “My parents were never particularly supportive of me or my interests, so I haven’t felt much of a difference as I grew older… I think that’s why I find it a bit difficult to accept people’s compliments nowadays, though. I tend to doubt myself and others a lot.”

“I’m not gonna lie, I had a hunch that was the case with you.” Harry’s statement surprised me a bit. I knew professors could usually read their students well, but I wasn't aware of how see-through I was. “When we first started class, I was a little nervous because I could tell that you were lost at times and could use some help, but I wasn't sure of how to approach you. I was afraid that if I made it known that I could tell you were struggling, you would withdraw even further. I didn’t want that. I wanted you to feel comfortable and know that I wouldn't judge you.”

“You never made me feel uncomfortable… I just felt embarrassed to ask for help because everyone in your class comes from an arts background and knows more than me. I didn't want you to think I was dumb or that I was wasting your time with questions that I should have known the answers to.”

“You could never waste my time. I like teaching you a lot… you always listen and all the questions you ask are perfectly normal.” He gave me a reassuring smile and I felt my insecurities melt away with the rest of my body. “And on top of that, it's easier for me to teach you since you are a blank slate, as opposed to some of the art students who come with stubborn vices they won't get rid of. Experience isn’t always an advantage.”

“You're a really good professor, Harry.” I said truthfully. “I'm really glad I ended up in your class, even if it wasn’t my first choice.”

“It wasn't your first choice?” His face pretended to be shocked, but I knew he wasn't. Given that I had told him about my goal to pursue a career in Interior Design, I knew he had to have known by that point that there was no reason for me to be in his class other than by chance. “Okay, now I'm offended, and no amount of ego-puffing will help you remedy that…”

I shook my head and smiled at his antics as I dipped my brush back into the paint palette. “Not even if I admit you're really cool to talk to and have great musical taste?”

Following my brush dip, Harry dipped his as well. “Give me a little more detail on that and I might re-consider.”

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I hope you guys liked this first part 💜

PART 2

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profound-jade · 1 year

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Supreme Support Reader Part 2

Sorry for being away so long, just life in general hit me. Anyways, heres part two. It doesn’t have much correlation with part 1 in terms of story so you can just read this first. Enjoy!

Oh yeah. Warnings: Yandere

Word Count: 5500

Part 2 of the Supreme Support Reader. Basically the reader has the supernatural or divine power of making anyone happy and destroying their negative emotions. It’s a passive ability which can get stronger based on certain things like activities and distance.

For example, its effect is way stronger if the reader is physically touching someone or if they’re giving direct compliments instead of just being close or talking to them. Someone looking at you brings them happiness and all but it’s even stronger if they are hugging you or doing uhhh, things that are a bit more naughty. Well, for those that tried putting in some effort in trying to make it not obvious.

The effect of this is either a direct result from darling being in Sagau where they have it because of their divinity aura, or just because they were born with it or given to them if they were isekai’d into Genshin.

It’s not like a drug that gives artificial happiness, no, you give true and pure happiness to those around you, the kind of happiness that is warm and beautiful.

An indirect result of this is the characters experiencing the effect and feeling would become infatuated with the reader, which would most likely lead to them being yanderes.

Once someone feels the effect darling has on them, it's over. Similar to how one would feel after seeing an oasis in the desert after days of dehydration might feel, an primordial urge to claim would awaken within them, especially characters with deep hidden trauma.

When those trauma and insecurities are dug out and erased, it's gonna be filled with an intense emotion of love and obsession for you.

Beidou would be back from a journey from the seas, the fleet filled with treasures, trophies of battles she fought, stories to tell and so much more. Maybe she met you tending to your humble little shop like the flowers or simply just something normal like just going and enjoying a nice walk but either way, with how familiar Liyue is to Beidou, meeting you is a matter of when and not if.

She would walk confidently with a brilliant smile on her face as she took in the scenery of Liyue Harbour before her gaze caught onto you, an ethereal like beauty tending to their own business.

Her smile would falter and her lips close out of nervousness before she would carefully make her way towards you, almost as if she was scared that you were going to be startled by her and run away.

You lift your head and instantly recognize her. It was Beidou, the Captain of the Crux Fleet and one of your favourite characters in the game! How could you not recognize her?

A gentle and cheerful smile would be given to her alongside a quick wave. Beidou could almost hear her heart pounding by this point as her mind went into haywire just…staring at you. She would somehow manage to pull herself together and quickly give a simple greeting and ask about you, which you would reciprocate with a slight bow and introduce your products like the flowers you grew.

You would run over to Beidou’s side with a small pot of flowers you picked out in hand and bring it to Beidou. “The shade of these flowers matches your dress and would look nicely anywhere on you, especially on your hair. Of course any flower would look great on you, but I think these ones are the best. Would you like to buy some?”

Staring into your beautiful eyes and with your figure close enough that if she were to just extend and wrap her arms around, you would be in her embrace. Her mouth dry as your faint scent flowed into her nose, her pupils dilating instantly. She brought both shaky hands onto the reddish clay pot you were holding, nearly gasping as her fingers felt the touch of yours.

“...I would love that…”

Beidou would stick onto you from then on, practically locking you in place with her grip that always seemed a bit too tight for your relatively weak body. You had originally wanted to tell her to not do that seeing as it was a bit too close for your likings, but seeing her bright smile as well as her “innocent” character, you found it simply too awkward for that. After a while, you grew accustomed to the tightness and even began to feel rather comforted by it.

No matter where you were, whether it be from picking apples and berries in the outskirts of Liyue or simply just taking a stroll in the streets of Liyue on a nice day, Beidou would always somehow coincidentally bump into you. Does Beidou usually go out at this time, and here at the flower shop of all places? Or even out in the wilderness, far from her ship and crew, right next to you?

You would be a bit confused at this. A thought did cross your mind once but it was brushed off like a small speck of dust without a second of you entertaining it. It was too ridiculous, you would never entertain a thought as absurd as the Beidou, Hero of the Seas and Captain of the Crux would fall for you. Not only fall for you, but would purposely find out your daily schedule and stalk you. That would be just ridiculous. Hahaha

Beidou’s familiar and joyous laugh sounded next to you as well before she slung one of her arms over your neck and pulled you close. This had startled you before in the past, but now it was a common occurrence, happening seemingly anytime you go out.

You did find it a bit strange, but it wasn’t too uncomfortable or anything so you decided to attribute it to Beidou’s very friendly personality and even grew fond of it, enjoying the rest of the day where you and her would go around Liyue to enjoy all kinds of things you wouldn’t have known if Beidou hadn’t introduced it to you.

Eventually without you knowing, her presence had become a daily part of your life and you started to learn more and more about her in detail. The game covered a lot of the important parts, but there are still many more nuanced parts that only close friends would know, and she started to learn more about you as well along the way.

The more you learned about her, the closer you got to her and felt more and more comfortable near her, while she fell deeper and deeper in love the more she learned about you.

Whilst you have progressed from seeing her as an idol to a close friend, she has progressed from seeing you as a lifelong lover to her wife. While you two are out in public, any other suitors wouldn’t be granted a chance in getting close to you, not when Beidou’s strength which is strong enough to behead sea monsters would be directed at them.

Well, not that is much of a deterrent to people like Beidou who has already felt your effect on them, but Beidou’s sheer strength alone bought her more time to court you by beating the others bedridden behind your back.

Thankfully for her none of them were people with visions or powerful people which really helped with hiding what she has been doing behind your back.

As your peaceful days would continue, you would sooner or later visit the Crux and her private chambers by her request and give compliments on it, talking about how lovely and exciting it must be to live there.

Beidou’s large figure would sneak up behind you and snake her arms over your waist, pulling you closer. This was something that you had relatively gotten used to after a while, but it feels a bit off today for some reason.

“Yes, it really is lovely. But, it gets lonely sometimes…” Her voice trailed off, loving how you flinched and shook as she whispered gently behind your ear. “So…I’ve decided to fix that. With you…”

Before you could ask what she meant, the anchor had already been pulled, and the ship was heading out into the seas as the wind picked up. It wasn’t anything unusual, really. The Crux always goes out for periods of time into the sea for adventure, and wouldn’t come back for quite some time.

It wasn’t too long, or too short. But it was enough time for Beidou to thoroughly convince you to be hers…

Or maybe it was Beidou that had been chosen by fate to be the catalyst, maybe it had been someone else.

Maybe it was someone who desperately needed love and affection in their life from all the hate and pain they had experienced.

Eula grew up in a clan that highly advocated bloodline purity and an aristocratic image due to their clan’s history of ruling Mondstadt. Many things would come of this that would affect Eula negatively.

Due to the high standard that she was met with, she was always pressured into performing to the unreasonably high standard that aristocrats would expect by her family, of which she never received actual affection from due to the cold and robotic way of life their clan upheld.

From the rigorous etiquette training she would receive as a child, the cold aristocratic manner had been imprinted on her, making the situation with the citizens of Mondstadt even worse.

The children of the Lawrence clan were not allowed to indulge in any “childish” games and were instead forced to do productive things like swordsmanship and noble practices, leading to none of the children in the clan making friends with each other.

Adding onto the fact that the parents of Mondstadt would quickly call their children away when Eula was near and warn them about her, she never had anyone to call a friend. It would stay like from when she was a young little girl to a tall, proud young lady. Well, until she met you.

Looking at the cold and dim stare Eula had on her face as she tread the streets of Mondstadt would give anyone an instinctive chill and the urge to back away. But, you knew why she was like that. You read her backstory, listened to all her dialogues, and played all the events with her in it.

Eula wasn’t a bad person, all she needs is a bit of affection and understanding to be friends with her.

She wasn’t someone like the Lawrence clan that would chain and lock someone up for their own needs, right?

And so, you would go and greet her cheerfully with a smile. That was the first ever positive greeting from someone in her life, and the sound of the chain around her heart cracking resounded.

Although Eula would act like she was suspicious of you, it was actually just her being confused as to why you were being so nice to her. As much as she would act rather coldly with her oaths of vengeance, it really wasn’t all that of an issue with you. Not when she was visibly happy that you did something nice for her.

The two of you grew closer rapidly. Eula never had any friends and family that she can call loving. It was only now that she had experienced true affection in her life, the effect of which is multiplied by the warmth and comfort your divine aura gave.

Eula rarely went around Mondstadt in public, especially where there were many people. The collective stares of fear and unease given to her was something that had always been a thorn in her side throughout her life.

But ever since meeting you, it didn’t seem to matter. You who would always carry a kind smile on your face would grab her hands and take her all around the city to places she had never been to before.

The Good Hunters for food, the Cat’s Tail for drinks, and so much more. No one dared say anything bad to her when you were around, making sure everyone knows that Eula was a great friend of yours.

It was throughout this period of time in public did Eula discover a hidden change regarding.

The stares…

The stares people give still affect her, but a far cry from the original way it did. She no longer cared of how the citizens of Mondstadt stared at her, but she did when they stared at you.

Anger would flare up inside of her as Eula saw how people would stare at you and look at all parts of your body.

However, the part she hates the most is the looks of confusion they have for you. Why are you with a Lawrence clan member? Don’t you know what her family is like?

Eula hates this the most. After so long without love, she has finally met you and received it. So who are they to question why you are with her?!

She would painfully admit it in her heart that she isn’t worthy of you, but so what? You are beloved by everyone in Mondstadt, everyone, including her. Since everyone likes you, then what makes them worthy of you.

If no one is worthy of you, then it doesn’t matter if it's Eula who is the one who gets to be by your side.

Your aura has melted away the years of pent up stress she has in just a short amount of time. But, there are deep lodged parts within her heart that need a little more power to properly clean it. It could be from anything that triggers the boiling point, in fact, just a simple compliment would be enough.

One day, you and Eula had decided to meet up at Windrise to play some games. You two would usually go together, but Eula had to sort some stuff out at home first and then come so she went alone at a later hour.

She would receive so many stares as she made her way to the city gates, eager to meet up with you outside. This would be stopped by one of your suitors would gather up enough courage to halt her.

“Hey! We see that you’ve been getting close to Yn recently, what are you trying to pull?” They would question loudly, drawing the attention of the passerby. You were popular in Mondstadt with your gentle and bright personality, always ready to lend a helping hand.

A pair of cold eyes would stare back at them as she replied coldly. “...What are you trying to say?”

“What we are saying is that you need to back away from them.” The suitor would state as a matter of fact. “Y/n always lends a helping hand to people no matter what. We don’t need a Lawrence to come and take advantage of their kindness and hurt them.”

At this point, Eula and the suitor would argue back and forth, losing miserably and leaving with a huff when all of the audience would be on the suitor’s side and tell her off.

You would meet Eula later at the lake and obviously ask her about what happened to make her so upset but it would always be brushed off one way or another. This led to an awkward silence in which you two didn’t make eye contact and just stood there motionlessly. Well, until Eula glanced up towards you, not making eye contact, and slowly spoke with hesitance.

“...hey, Yn?”

“...oh! Yeah, what’s up?”

“Why…do you treat me so nicely?” Eula would speak, her voice trailing off as tears threatened to fall out. “I’m a…Lawrence…the family of the tyrant of Mondstadt. Shouldn't you…hate me?”

You were a bit stunned at her question as a dumbfounded expression was plastered over your face, but your usual thin smile would come back on. With a small chuckle, you leaned forward and pulled Eula into your arms, embracing her gently and letting the warmth of your body envelope her, greatly to her surprise.

“You are a Lawrence, family of tyrants and all that, true. But, ” You stopped briefly. “You are also my Eula, someone I love and care for deeply.”

You held her face in both your palm, rubbing the tears away from her cheeks and eyes and staring in her eyes with great clarity and strength.

“I’m not afraid of you, silly. I love you!” You spoke with a laugh, closing your eyes in the process and not seeing the expression on Eula’s face. It was as though the Raiden Shogun herself had struck her with lightning.

You pulled her head against your neck and snuggled up against her. Things like this had happened before in the past. Whenever Eula was upset at something, you would always hold her like this and wait until she was alright again!

Eula’s beautiful eyes that seemed to hold the morning sun were still wide open, even as your aura was currently healing her mind and soul rapidly, the words from earlier made it impossible for her to react to it.

I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you!

Your voice repeated your words thousands of times inside Eula’s head, echoing as though it was in the deepest parts of the Chasm.

Her arms slowly wrapped around you tightly, pulling you tightly as though you were her anchor in this world. Her face still in your neck, Eula closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, intoxicating herself.

“Mine…Yn belongs to me.” Her voice whispered quietly.

Eula brought you over to her family manor one day, something that you never expected to happen with how much she despises her lineage. It moved you a lot, since Eula was actually willing to not hide, but show you the details of her life.

She would guide and take you everywhere in her home, from her study areas to the training areas, and even the ball room for dancing. It was really interesting and fun to learn more and more about her, especially when she has been so secretive and quiet about her personal life.

Finally, she brought you to her room. It was very formal and neat without much recreational things like art equipment but it did have a lot training equipment like wooden swords and dummies.

As you were in awe of all the different things in the room, you failed to catch the nervous look on Eula’s face. Her head down with a guilty expression, Eula looked to be in deep thought. Eventually, she grabbed on her arm and dug her nails inside, drawing blood.

“Hey, Yn? Do you want to see something cool? You have to keep it a secret though.” She spoke and went to a nearby bookshelf, feeling an angle of it.

You beamed at her, which she kept her head down didn’t meet your gaze. “What is it? I'll keep it a secret, show me!”

Eula gestured for you to come closer and she pressed against the wall, which rotated and brought inside the hidden room.

The room was very well cleaned and…decorated? The room was filled to the brim, and everything a room needs was there, lined up nicely. A large bed, a wooden table, a beautiful chandelier, a bookshelf, a cabinet, everything was there.

It was so neat! There was just more and more you can find when looking around. Several landscape paintings, make up, posters, clocks, and…chains? And..handcuffs, rope, and…tape?

A husky whisper would sound behind you and Eula’s cold embrace wrapped around your body. Her hands firmly around your wrist and the entire outline of her front was felt on your back.

“This is a hidden room within my room. I discovered it by accident when I was younger, and not even my parents know about it.”

Eula gave your ear a small bite, loving the way your body struggles against hers.

“E-Eula, w-what are you…?” Your voice quivered.

“Be obedient, okay? I don’t want to hurt you, I really don’t.” She spoke, pressing you closer against her and eyeing the thick chains on the bed. “...I love you too, Yn…”

While both Eula and Beidou would take some time to actually muster up the courage to take you for themselves forcefully because they fear your rejection as well as moral conflicts within themselves, Shenhe would be vastly different.

Awakening abruptly from a nightmare from back to her traumatic experiences not too long ago, it was such a contrast in the eyes of Shenhe for her to encounter such a beautiful opportunity right in front of her.

The warmth and comfort that you brought to her by just being there and existing was something that she would have never expected nor believed if not for the fact she is facing you right now. The words of Cloud Retainer would come rushing to her mind, of how one day she’ll encounter someone important to her. That day was today, the day she saw you.

From how mentality detached from human society and culture Shenhe is as well as her upbringing as an exorcist, a career that is already highly detaching from human society, Shenhe would not know how to approach you effectively.

Unlike other suitors who would go and try to familiarise themselves with you directly, Shenhe would stalk and learn more about you one-sidedly by herself. That’s why she would always be where you were, just secretly observing you like a masterpiece of art that needs to be properly cherished and protected.

You would be browsing the local wares and goods at the market and the familiar figure of the silver haired lady would seem to be right there near you. Shenhe was not someone that would visit Liyue so often, and when she did, it would always be in dining areas, and not a market like this.

Out of curiosity and as well as friendliness, you would go and greet her and strike up a conversation. Her opal eyes would widen out of shock when you came up to her, making her subconsciously take a step back as though something that is not supposed to happen had occurred.

Her eyes shaking and her breaths uneven, this would be the first time you stood so close to her. From how you tread your steps to how the air brushes your hair, Shenhe’s rare emotion of greed would express itself as she internally conflicted as to where her eyes ought to be.

“Oh, uh, did I do something wrong?” You would say to her, just the bit confused over her reaction towards you.

Hearing no reply from her, you would introduce yourself to her and ask her name, to which you would finally get a reply.

“...Shenhe…” She breathed.

It would go incredibly downhill very fast from there.

Akin to giving a tiger with wings, you freely expressing your goodwill towards Shenhe and allowing her to get close to you was the match thrown into the hay.

She would be to you as what a shadow would be to its owner; right beside the at all times.

Shenhe’s direct personality as well as her violent nature would definitely be something that is hard for you to get used to, especially when you have to physically restrain her when other suitors come close to you.

This did bring you some concerns regarding what she would do if she got her hands on them, but with simply how dorky and innocent she is in your eyes, you just chalk it off as your good friend being protective.

The two of you’s friendship would slowly blossom over time and sweeten as you two got to know each other more and more. Stories of the adeptus abode and her youth under Cloud Retainer would be given out by her whilst the admittedly more mundane stories of your daily life would be handed out by you.

It really wasn’t anything interesting to the average person, but Shenhe seemed to treat it as the best thing she has ever heard of in her life. The way your voice flows into her ears makes it sound as though you were truly being alive. When you are calm, your voice is akin to a soft cool breeze , whilst your voice when full of joy and energy is like the warm comforting ray of the sun.

Everything was fine with her. Shenhe had no well defined definition of love and didn’t see a “path” for her to take with you. All she wanted was to be with you, which she already has.

The days continued until she saw something that awoke something deep inside of her.

Jealousy.

Your smile, which she ahs seen so many times, always seemed to irk her in a strange way whenever it was directed towards someone else. Whether it was just a simple greeting to an acquaintance, an emotion that Shenhe couldn’t fully grasp or understand would appear in her heart.

But this was different. A suitor bold enough to flirt with you in front Shenhe dared to make you not only smile, but laugh and blush. Once again, right in front of her.

Shenhe’s eyes glowed an ominous blue and before you know it, her grip would be on your wrist and you would be dragged off with an innocent and concerned expression. The other party would object of course, but her cryo avatar’s hand would’ve already been on their neck, giving Hu Tao something to smile about later on.

As someone who is effectively an adeptus, Shenhe well has her own adeptus abode. Still trying to get an answer out of Shenhe on what is so urgent, the space around you would distort and before you know it, it was already too late.

You are in Shenhe’s palms now.

Shenhe doesn’t use restraints such as rope, chains, or handcuffs. No, any attempt to resist her would be easily dismantled by her titan-like strength and cryo avatars. She truly wonders why you are being so resistant to her, it makes no logical sense to her.

You’ve sincerely befriended each other and built a lasting relationship. In her eyes it was comically simple, she loves and you love her. Therefore, you should always be with her so that she can keep you safe.

But, that’s not what happened. Oh well, things can’t go so smoothly in life right? There’s bound to be complications in everything, so Shenhe didn’t dwell on it too much. She’ll sort the minor details later, the most important at hand has to be solved first.

To make you submit.

Raiden Ei loved her companions greatly, which is why even now, hundreds of years later, the aching loneliness left behind by their passing still persists. Her mind distraught and confused, she gave herself an ultimatum and obsessed with the pursuit of eternity.

Her nation of Inazuma, guarded and raised by both her and her sister, Makoto, as well as her companions was one of the few vital things left to her. It is something that she cannot accept losing, something that has to be safe,

But, history has shown her that the unending stream of time will never stop for anyone and even her friends were washed away by the currents. She cannot guarantee Inazuma;s safety, so she went into seclusion for the pursuit of eternity so that everything she holds dear will always be with her.

Her views of Inazuma and its islands are all present. Though it's not perfect, Ei can see anything she wants within Inazuma and be aware of major events. Only with this can she continue her pursuit of eternity without worry of her precious nation being in danger.

She would be on her periodic survey, giving the lands of Inazuma a simple view to make sure nothing dangerous went unchecked. It was here where it happened.

A glance, a single glance. Not one less or more, just one glance was enough.

Your image out of the corner of Ei’s sharp amethyst eyes would be enough for her to be bound to your presence. One more glance, just to see you again and try to understand the feeling that it brought about in her heart.

No, two views wasn’t enough. Out of everything in Inazuma, only you were able to catch her cold yet determined heart so easily. You are an exception, an enemy of eternity. It was only her duty to know more about you, right?

Viewing quickly became her main focus in euthymia. It was strange, just watching you do ordinary simple things for hours on end, but the feelings of warmth and comfort it brought to her was indescribable.

Her lonely heart, once plagued by loss, was finally being filled and healed. The cold chamber with a thousand regrets was being melted so easily by you and filled with love and comfort, that she wondered to herself if you were truly real and not a figment of her imagination.

Time flowed by and her viewings of you became even more frequent. The sincere joy in her heart as she watched you sing was something that cannot be described with mere words alone. The joy in her heart as she witnessed you bake was almost as much as eating it.

The cute confused face you made afterwards as you looked around to try and find the few treats went missing was the cherry on top. Surely you don’t mind her taking a few, right? She’ll make it up to you in the future.

Her viewing of you one day was the usual, sitting cross legged whilst hovering above the now warm floor of euthymia and her eyes on the “screen” where your image was being presented.

You had made your way out of Inazuma city and into one of the villages for some fresh melons. Reaching up into the trees, you picked and filled your basket with the ripe and was about to start your journey back home when a piercing pain shot through your shoulder.

You fell onto your knees, eyes clenched in pain as the figures of 4 rogues made their way towards you, one of them holding a wooden crossbow that had just been fired.

It was late autumn and the temperatures were sinking by the day, so you wore heavier clothing for warmth. The thick fabric absorbed all the golden blood flowing from the wound, making the rogue oblivious to who they had just shot.

As one of them unsheathed their katana and began to speak about handing over your money and goods, the sky itself turned dark in an instant and purple lightning roared before a figure crashed down before you.

Ei’s eyes met with yours for the first time, and despite the situation, the thought that you looked so much better in person went through her head. Her eyes narrowed and a sharp bloodlust erupted out of her as her eyes met the wooden arrow still lodged inside your shoulder and chest.

She swung her blade once, not even seeing the filth that dared harm you, and they were gone, leaving nothing but a smouldering pile of dark ash.

Your eyes widened in shock and fear as you registered what had happened. You parted your lips to speak but the Shogun had already made her way to you, crouching down and holding your cheeks in her hands.

Regret swelled up in her heart as she gritted her teeth.

A mistake. She had made a mistake once again. After so long of bearing with the pain in her heart, the burden of pursuing eternity, and enduring the days of loneliness, she has finally found you, Teywat’s blessing to her.

However, after all that, she had dared allow herself to become complacent with you. She allowed herself to view you freely wandering about the mortal world, not realising the amount of potential danger there was!

She took in your trembling figure and took in your scent, the warmth of your body and intoxication from your scent more than enough to solidify the decision in her heart.

Her friends all perished due to the ever changing outside world. You, who is just a weak mortal, cannot be in such a place. You need to be beside her where she can keep you safe. She needs to protect you. You need to be in euthymia with her forever to be safe.

“E-Ei, I-”

She cradled your body and cooed softly, cutting off your words. “Shhhhh, shhhh. It’s okay, it’s okay. Just come with me,” Her hands ran though your hair, loving the silky texture on her fingers. Her eyes darkened and her voice now oozed possessiveness. “I will keep you safe for all Eternity.”

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foggysilverfeathers · 3 months

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Hermit Permit Masterlist

! This is a WIP due to not every hermit’s video being out yet !

! This is also not yet up to date with any trades, please let me know if any have happened that aren’t on this list !

Bdubs:

Cub: Nylium, White Glass, Amethyst, Purple Terracotta, All Horns, Prismarine

Doc: Magma, Blue Glass, Dirt, Blaze Rods, Pots and Sherds, All Dyes (and flowers)

Etho:

False: Totems, Saddles, All Nether Plants, Glow Lichen, Pink Terracotta, All Concrete, JOKER

Gem: Clay, All Nether Bricks, Yellow Glass, Moss, Tridents, All Coral

Scar: Orange Glass, Light Grey Wool, Cyan Glass, Black Terracotta, Bricks, Sand and Gravel

Grian: Leads and Bundles, Red Sand products, Campfires, All Ice, Mushroom Blocks, Iron and Gold

Hypno: Grey Glass, Cobble, Lava Buckets, Green Terracotta, Coarse Dirt, Tough Stuff (e.g obsidian, ender chests, etc.)

Jevin:

Impulse: Brown Glass, Brown Wool, Grass, Light Grey Terracotta, Red Terracotta, Quartz

Iskall: Purple Glass, Horse Armour, Cut Grass, TNT, White Terracotta, Rockets (flight)

Joe: White Wool, F Tier Books (e.g Bane of Arthropods), Black Glass, All Leaves, Nametags, Oak and Birch Logs

Keralis:

Mumbo:

Pearl: Mossy Cobble, Magenta Wool, Purpur, Bone Blocks, Grey Terracotta, All Templates (i.e armour trims)

Ren: Rails, Lily Pads, Light Grey Glass, Diorite, Honeycomb, Conduits and Beacons

Skizz:

Joel:

Stress: End Rods, Coal, Light Green Glass, Blue Terracotta, Deepslate, Packed Mud

Tango:

Beef: Dripleaf, Book and Quill, Basalt, Light blue Terracotta, Shulkers, Warped and Crimson Stem

Wels: Light Blue Glass, Red Glass, Stone, Magenta Terracotta, Blackstone, Redstone #2

XB: Cyan Wool, Black Wool, Ferns, Cyan Terracotta, Granite, All Food

Xisuma: Lime Wool, Grey Wool, All Bucket Mobs (e.g Axolotls), Rooted Dirt, Yellow Terracotta,

Zedaph:

Cleo: Red Wool, Soul Sand and Soul Soil, Hay bales, Orange Terracotta, Lime Terracotta, S Tier Books (e.g Mending)

#ravenrambles #hermitblr #hermitcraft #masterlist

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livingextra · 1 year

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Clay Pot Products

Living Extra is a treasure trove of wonderful handcrafted clay pot products. Discover a fascinating range of finely designed and meticulously created clay pots that flawlessly merge aesthetic and usefulness. These timeless and authentic clay pot sculptures will complement your home decor and enrich your gardening experience.

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sunmoon-starfactory · 2 years

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Pottery Party - Functional Pottery Making

Sims with proper creativity skill can transform raw clay into useful and functional glazed pottery objects. This set consists of two main crafting stations, time-sensitive products, and new functional objects. Traits are supported but not required. See under the cut for more info and make sure to read the manual for specifics and details of use.

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The Pottery Wheel Using raw clay and water, combined with skill and talent, sims will give form to the clay to produce a piece of raw pottery. The pottery wheel requires Raw Clay and Water Buckets. Sims may fail at crafting with this station.

Raw Pottery These pottery pieces must be fired to be any more useful than as a decorative item. Raw pottery will decay over time if left out and not fired. To prevent decay when not in an inventory, place them on a Pottery Rack.

The Kiln Using raw pottery and fuel, sims will fire pottery into a more durable and useful state. This station is responsible for the final stage products of the set, allowing items to go from deco and fragile pieces to slotted or functional items. The pottery kiln requires Raw Clay Pottery and Fuel (wood, coal, or charcoal). Firing takes 8 hours.

Functional Pottery New Items Include: ● Bowl Sink - Functional Sink ● Chamber Pots - Functional toilets. Individual for Adults, Children & Toddlers. ● Dishwashing Pot - Functional Dishwasher ● Food Storage Pot - Functional Fridge ● Mortar & Pestle - Functional Food Processor ● Shower Pot - Functional Communal Shower ● Trash Compacting Pot - Functional Trash compactor ● Washing Bains - Functional Sinks. Can be used to wash hands, wash face, or sponge bath. Must be stocked with water (Fetch Water) and soap (Suds 'N Bubbles) to be used. Previously Released Set Items: ● Fire Pots/Chimenea (All Fired Up) ● Oil Lamp Pot/Oil Diffuser (Pressing Matters) ● Select Teapots & Coffee Urns (Quali-Tea) ● Bowl, Plate, Cup (Super Pottery Set)

Bonus Items ● Raw Pottery Rack ● Decorative Plate Holder ● Kiln Door

#ts2 #s2cc #sims2 #sims 2 #cc #custom content #mod #sun&moon #crafting station #star factory

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Photographed by Gabriel Nivera for the May 2024 Issue of Vogue Philippines.

[Bundos Bansil Fara] is one of the three Tboli artists who were recognized as Manlilikha ng Bayan (GAMABA) or National Living Treasures in December 2023. The award is given to Filipinos whose “distinctive skills have reached such a high level of technical and artistic excellence and have been passed on to and widely practiced by the present generation.” … This is the first time a brass caster has been awarded since the GAMABA’s inception in 1992.

Brass casting is a skill learnt from one’s forebears, and Fara’s father and grandfather were all metalworkers. “I started in the process of brass casting when I was eight years old,” Fara says. Now 58, he has been working with molten materials for half a century. “My eyesight has gotten blurry.” Fortunately, he has a team of four sons working with him—one will be melting the wax, a mixture of beeswax, candle wax, and asphalt that forms a black putty; another will be tending to the blazing hot fires, fanning coals inside two holes in the ground, one for melting the metals, another for firing the clay molds.

Ginton is the Tboli god of metallurgy and the son of the supreme being Dwata. It is believed that he gifted the people with brass anklets, chain belts, rings, and swords—all of which still intricately adorn, protect, and tell the story of the Tboli today. As for the beginnings of brass, Fr. Gabriel Casal notes in his book T’Boli Art in its Socio-Cultural Context (1977), “The T’bolis give no indication of having ever possessed any knowledge of mining their own metals. These, they seem to have always obtained from old broken agong (gongs) or any of their other metal objects that break, and which they melt and re-employ for new substitutes.”

The recycling/upcycling of metals is still how Fara and other brass casters source their materials today. “We would melt down old gongs to create new items, but now there are many other things we can find at the junk shop, like padlocks, bullet shells, pipes.” The products they make are not strictly made of brass, but an alloy of brass, bronze, steel, and whatever else can be liquified in Fara’s smoldering hot pot.

(READ: Metal In The Blood: GAMABA Awardee Bundos Fara On The Craft Of Brass Casting by Audrey Carpio)

#mindanao #philippines #southeast asia #tboli #t’boli #metallurgy #indigenous peoples #lumad #lake sebu #vogue #fashion #x

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archivistofnerddom · 7 months

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The Bad Batch and arts and crafts hobbies

It’s October, and I’m in that mood. Here we go.

Hunter

If you guessed that he’s into carpentry, woodworking, and whittling, you’d be absolutely correct. He likes working his hands, and he’s good with knives. The amount of detail work involved with these hobbies helps him calm down and focus his senses.

Hunter likes to make intricate pieces for his family and friends, especially as gifts to mark significant events. The rest of the Batch all have tables and bookshelves that he made for them as they settled into a more peaceful life. His earlier efforts are rough, but his siblings love them regardless. Omega especially loves the (somewhat lopsided) desk that he made for her to do her schoolwork on.

He also picks up pottery as another way to focus and calm his senses down. Hunter is surprisingly good at working with clay and etching detailed designs into the pots, bowls, vases, and cups he creates. While he’s not going to be a standout master of the craft, he finds the process to be very therapeutic.

Crosshair

Crosshair can draw like there’s no tomorrow. (He designed all of the Batch’s tattoos.) In his retirement, he’s the most content with a sketch pad and some pencils, charcoal, or watercolors in hand. It’s not uncommon to find him stretched out somewhere and capturing something in his sketchbook.

While he has many sketchbooks tucked away on a bookshelf, Crosshair doesn’t always love to show his work to those outside his close circle. It’s a sign that he likes someone when he gifts them a personal sketch.

Crosshair is also an origami nerd. He appreciates the detail work that goes into folding paper into intricate shapes. This is a skill that he picked up many years ago and rediscovered in retirement. It becomes an open recurring joke that you can always find Crosshair by the trail of origami designs he leaves in his wake, if you look close enough. (He won’t say it out loud, but he likes the way people light up when they happen upon one of his little designs. Seeing his little efforts find new homes makes him happy.)

Tech

Guess who turns out to be good at glassblowing? Of course, it’s Tech. He finds the whole process to be fascinating and full of interesting possibilities. Tech can visualize what he’s going to create (and then actually create the thing) in a way that’s almost supernatural. The results of his efforts are always unique and beautiful.

He often enjoys talking with other glassblowers to learn about their processes and different methods. A byproduct of this effort is the growing number of little glass objects that rotate through the Batch’s house(s). Tech is always down to share his efforts with anyone who is expresses an interest in this hobby.

Tech also gets into metalwork. It’s a natural crafty hobby jump from glassblowing. Once he feels like he’s mastered it well enough, he starts combining them with his glassblowing. It’s not uncommon to find him putting up new pieces in trees around the neighborhood, situating them in ways that will catch the light.

Wrecker

Oh boy, Wrecker can sew with the best of them. You wouldn’t expect that from a man of his size, but he can. Sewing is something that requires him to slow down, stay focused, and be gentle with his efforts. He loves sewing so much and is often times found making puppets, toys, and other little things for the kiddos in his life. Things that he makes are extremely durable and have a habit of lasting for a long time.

Any time someone he knows welcomes a new child into their family, said new child gets a special blanket and little stuffy from their honorary Uncle Wrecker. (The stuffy design is always based on his Lula. That’s okay, because every kid loves Lula and should have their own.)

Wrecker also gets super into collages and scrapbooking. All he needs is a general idea for something and he can create the most perfect product. He pours his whole heart into preserving his family’s history. Making a collage or a scrapbook for someone is a sign of much he loves them.

Echo

Echo likes cross-stitching. He usually has some project tucked away somewhere to work on during lulls between missions and on long flights. It’s a good way to pass the time and to let his brain rest from the amount of electronic data he’s got going through his brain at any given time.

He likes creating little samplers of his brothers’ unique helmet designs and giving them those samplers. (It’s a mark of honor to get one of these from Echo.) Doing this is also a way he can memorialize the brothers they’ve lost over the years.

Echo is also a calligraphy nerd. Oh boy does he enjoy this craft as a hobby. It started as a way to train the fine motor control in his left hand after he got rescued from Skako Minor, but soon expanded from there. Being able to create a beautiful piece of calligraphy takes time, patience, and skill. Echo appreciates everything that goes into that and finds practicing this art to be rewarding. The fact that his efforts usually result in ridiculous puns and little shit insults is often left unsaid.

Omega

Omega didn’t have much external stimulation before she met the Batch. She would entertain herself by looking at images from anywhere that wasn’t Kamino and Tipoca City. Once she joined the Batch, she discovered the art of photography and never looked back.

It took her brothers a while to get used to being her initial subjects. They weren’t used to having someone take their pictures. However, that wore off when they saw the candid photos Omega took of them. She captures them as they are away from the battlefield and when they’re happy as a family. Her favorite subjects to photograph are people who are just living their lives. She loves to show how wonderful ordinary people and lives are.

Omega also takes up crocheting as a way to pass the time during long flights. She’s a growing kid with a lot of energy, so having something to occupy her hands and mind really helps her. Plus, all her brothers wind up with many special blankets from her. She’ll often hang out with Wrecker as he’s sewing or mending something. (He cries when she gives him her first successful crocheted project, a rather lopsided replica of Lula. Wrecker doesn’t mind that this crocheted doll is a bit lumpy in places. Omega made it for him, and that’s what matters the most.)

#the bad batch does arts and crafts as therapy (and as hobbies)#they enjoy themselves #star wars #the bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb omega #Lula #bad batch headcanons #headcanon

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avengerscompound · 1 year

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The Tower - The King and I

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 3143

Warnings: smut (MF, Rimming, vaginal sex, anal sex)

Synopsis: After a long day on the throne, Thor and Elly take time to relax with each other

Author’s Note: Requested by @unnecessarypineapplesstuff on Tumblr, and KaylaCallahan & K-Destiiny on Wattpad. You can send in your requests too.

Takes place after Happily Ever After

The King and I

The day had been long and mentally exhausting. It felt like every resident of Asgard had come in wanting Thor to help adjudicate their petty squabbles. As I sat through them all with him in the afternoon, I could see how frustrated he was becoming.

Thor is a good man. Kind. Wise. Loving. Despite my feelings about monarchy, he’s a good king and does his best by his people who have multiple times rejected the idea of democracy. He always listens to his advisors and us, as well as his people when he makes a decision. The problem is, he hates it. He hates being confined to a throne when he could be out doing something physical. When it’s all little stuff, he gets very antsy, longing for the wind in his hair and something to smash.

I tried to help him be arbiter over the myriad of little grievances, such as broken windows due to children playing in the street, the ownership of certain animals, a farmer who wanted to know if he could graze his animals on royal land, and someone complaining about their neighbor hosing down the path in front of their store. If the answer was simple or could have been dealt with just some simple common sense and consideration of others, I’d take the reins, letting Thor have a moment to switch off. By the end of the day, if two women had come in arguing about which one of them was a baby’s mother, King Solomon style, I wouldn’t have been surprised.

When the last person had left the throne room Thor stood and stretched. “Come, my queen. We should return to our family.”

I stood and took his hand. “We have time before we need to get back,” I said as I looked up at him. The way he was standing was so tense, it was like every single one of his muscles was being held taut. “You need some fresh air.”

He furrowed his brow for a moment as he looked down at me and slowly his face softened. “Did you have something in mind?”

“The seed of an idea,” I said and tapped my earrings.

The armor from my suit bled out over me and I clipped Sanguine to my back. Thor’s face lit up and he unhooked Mjolnir from his belt. “Lead the way, my life.”

I took off flying out through the open doors at the end of the throne room. Thor was not far behind and I flew up and banked to the left, cruising over the edge of the city below. My head-up display took note of everything below, keeping a lookout for a store that sold beauty products.

When it alerted me that it had located one, I landed on the street just outside. Thor landed just after me as my suit was retracting. “What are we doing here?” he asked.

“Just a quick stop,” I said.

I went inside the small store. It was cluttered with shelves, each holding various bottles and jars. They ranged from ornate hand-blown glass bottles in a rainbow of iridescent colors, to tiny little brown clay pots with wooden lids. Each item had a thick piece of brown parchment tied to it with the name of the item and what it did written in runes. Dried herbs hung in the window and behind the counter was a bench covered in ingredients of all kinds. At the bench, a young woman with long blonde hair with small braids that had dried flowers weaved into it, and a floaty white gown, sat crushing something with a huge mortar and pestle. She looked up when she saw us and her eyes went wide. She nearly knocked her stool over as she rushed over to serve us. “Your majesties,” she said, bowing to us. “I am at your service.”

“I’m looking for massage oil,” I said as I glanced around the room. I had been learning Asgardanian since we moved here, but I wasn’t sure it was enough for me to be able to tell if something was safe to use as a lubricant if we needed it. I didn’t want to give Thor too many hints about what I was planning, but I either had to ask him or the shopkeeper and I didn’t know if I wanted her to know our personal business.

Of course, your majesty,” she said and led me to some shelves on the far wall. Each oil bottle was beautiful and ornate, in different colors with gold accents, and had an elaborate glass stopper. I started looking at the labels and holding them up to Thor to smell.

I leaned up to his ear and whispered. “Are these okay for sex stuff?” I whispered.

Thor laughed and put his arm around me, pulling me tight to his side. “Oh, I see what’s happening here. You do have some plans.” He took the bottle from me and looked over the label. “They will work for your nefarious plans.” I broke down into giggles and tried to hide it by holding one of the bottles to my nose and breathing in deeply.

Together we chose a bottle that smelled a little like wood and vanilla. I also grabbed a bar of soap that smelled like honey. I paid and we stepped back outside. I was about to call my armor again when I spotted a store over the road selling linens. I hurried over with Thor on my heel. We didn’t even step inside because I found exactly what I wanted hanging on a rack out the front. It was a big green rug with golden knotwork on it. It had an almost mink feel to it and I kept running my palm over it as Thor paid the middle-aged-looking man who ran the store.

“Was there anything else you were after, my queen?” Thor asked.

“Nope,” I said. “This is good.”

I pressed my earrings and my suit bled out again, this time with a case to hold the glass bottle of oil safely but I kept hold of the rug. “Let’s go,” I said and took off.

We just spent some time flying. I knew that it would help Thor to let go of his exhaustion and frustration. He liked the feel of the wind in his hair and the crackle of lightning on his skin as he was pulled along behind Mjolnir. Plus it was nice to see his country from above. It glittered like a jewel and when it was at peace, it was a good way to remember that those petty grievances he was dealing with today came out of a people who had no big worries. The city was running well and prosperous.

After a few laps of the city I banked away, sticking to the coast. Thor followed after me, occasionally calling out to me to ask where we were going or what I was looking for. I’d just all out to him to be patient, I’d know when I saw it. While I was looking for something in particular, I mostly just wanted to fly for a while.

It wasn’t too long before I spotted a small secluded bay on the coastline. It was a perfect crescent shape with a forest that grew right up to the white sands of the beach and beautiful turquoise water that got darker and darker as it moved past the bay and closer to the edge of the planet.

I landed and I grabbed my purchases as my suit retracted. Thor landed beside me, sending sand whipping down the beach. “This is a beautiful spot. Did you know of it already?” he asked.

“No. I just thought it looked nice,” I said. I set the oil and soap down and spread out the blanket on the sand. Thor set Mjolnir down on the edge of the blanket to stop it from blowing away, and I did the same with Sanguine at the opposite edge.

I started to unclasp my pauldron from my breastplate. “What are we doing here?” Thor said as he began to undress as well. I set the heavy armor down and moved onto the ties of my dress. “I thought we could swim,” I said.

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” he said.

I let my dress fall. I was naked underneath and I stepped out of the fabric with a smirk. “Neither did I.”

I grabbed the soap and rushed into the water. It was cold enough that as soon as I hit the water my skin broke out in goosebumps and my nipples pebbled. I had time to acclimatize as it took Thor a little while to get out of all his armor and clothes. I slowly eased myself into the water and washed myself with the soap, scrubbing my skin so that by the time he was in, I’d sunk down so only my head was above the surface of the water and I smelled like a mixture of salt and honey.

Thor approached me, hugging his large arms around himself. “How are you not cold?” he asked.

“Because I have body fat, unlike some Norse gods that I know,” I teased as I waded over to him, letting the waves push me along.

He caught me in his arms and pulled me up tight against him. “Mmm… you are warm. Maybe you can warm me up.”

I laughed and leaned up and kissed him. “Be patient,” I said and began to run the soap over his body. “You’ll get used to it.”

I washed him carefully, running the soap over his chest and arms and down his back. He gradually relaxed as he got used to the water and I caressed his skin. My fingers slipped between his ass. He hummed and tilted forward a little, pushing his ass out against me.

“You’re so eager,” I giggled.

“You bought special oil,” Thor said. “Can you blame me, lover?”

“But the oil is back on the sand,” I laughed and soaped up my hand and began to run it up and down his shaft.

He groaned and pressed his forehead against my temple. “That’s not helping,” he said in a deep rumble.

“Okay,” I said. “We can get out. Go and lie on your stomach.”

Thor laughed and hoisted me up over his shoulder. I squealed and broke down into giggles as he carried me out of the water. The initial hit of the air after being in the cold water brought on another wave of goosebumps, but the sun was warm enough that by the time he set me on the rug, they’d already passed.

I grabbed the oil as he got comfortable and straddled his waist so I was sitting on his butt with him spread out under me, pillowing his head with his arms. Even seeing Thor as much as I did, it was still easy to forget how large he was. I felt dwarfed as I sat above him. I poured the oil onto his back and his muscles all tensed, making his back ripple. I licked my lips as I watched and pushed my hands down on his back.

He quickly began to relax as I slowly and carefully massaged his back. My hands moved down his back from his shoulders, pushing out from his spine. His muscles popped as they released their tension and he let out a deep moan every time it happened. It made me wet hearing him. By the time I reached his lower back, I was sure he must have been able to feel how wet I was because my thighs were damp and sticky.

I shimmied down his thighs and began to massage his ass. He moaned and lifted his hips and spread his legs a little, wiggling his ass at me. I couldn’t help but laugh and I gave his butt a playful spank. “You are trouble,” I teased.

I didn’t keep him in suspense though. I moved between his legs and spread his ass cheeks with my hands. Thor shivered slightly and tilted his hips up and I leaned in. My tongue curled around his balls and I sucked one into my mouth. Thor groaned and shifted onto his knees more. It gave me better access and I moved from one ball to the next before swiping my tongue up his perineum to his asshole. He tasted of salt and honey thanks to the fact I washed him, but this was the beach, and with beaches came sand. Each lap of my tongue meant more grit got into my mouth and I knew I wasn’t going to want to keep this up for long. Thankfully I didn’t need to because even just prodding at his asshole with the point of my tongue seemed to send him into an animalistic need. He turned on me, no longer willing to be teased, and he pushed me down onto my stomach and pulled my hips back against him.

“Fuck,” I gasped and the sudden change. I spread my legs as he moved between them and looked back at him looming over me, his hand wrapped around his cock.

“No more games,” he said as he pressed the wide head of his cock against my entrance, and with a hard shove he thrust in. I was pushed forward as he bottomed out inside me, and I cried out at the sting of his cock hitting my cervix.

He gave me the briefest of moments to adjust, running his hand up my spine and kissing my shoulder, and then he began to thrust. He was like a man possessed. There was no gentleness or warmth to his actions, he just railed into me, shoving me forward with every snap of his hips. I tried to push myself up onto all fours, but I was immediately shoved back forward again. I ended up bracing my arms in front of me, with my back curved down, so I looked like a cat mid-stretch.

“Norns,” Thor groaned as he gripped my hips. “I will never tire of this. You always feel so good.”

I couldn’t even form the words to answer him. Every time he thrust into me, his balls would slap against my pussy and such an intense jolt would pass through me, making me cock drunk. I moaned and clenched around him, pushing back, trying to get more from him.

He wrapped his arm around me and danced a spark along my skin, it passed through my clit and I cried out, my legs kicking out behind me as pleasure surged through me. “Fuck!” I cried, my whole body clenching up at once.

His hand slid down to my pussy and he started to rub my clit in the same. I could barely hold myself together. The only thing stopping me from collapsing onto my stomach was Thor’s hand at my hip. He sent another jolt through my clit and everything seized up and my orgasm tore through me. I cried out loudly, my voice echoing through the bay as I gushed on Thor’s cock.

“Gods!” Thor groaned as he pulled out of me. I collapsed onto my stomach, breathing heavily as lights popped in front of my eyes. Thor grabbed the oil and drizzled some between my asscheeks. I moaned and clenched up as the cool liquid hit my skin. He slicked his cock with it and pressed the head of his cock against my asshole.

He pressed his entire body down on mine, completely engulfing me under him and wrapping his arms under my chest and he began to push in. This was not the first time we'd done this, not by a long shot. If it had been, Thor would have been much more careful about stretching me out first. I could take him, and yet the sting and the burn as my ring muscle stretched and he filled me, was intense. I whined pitifully under him and kicked my legs as I tried to relax and take him.

I wanted this. He knew I wanted this as soon as I had asked him what oil I could use as lube. I loved the way pleasure and pain mixed. I loved feeling stretched out and filled.

He pulled back and pushed himself up on his knees, so just the head of his cock was penetrating me. He grabbed the oil and poured more of it over his cock and my ass, shallowly thrusting in and out as he did to push the oil inside me. I moaned and arched my back. “Thank you, Thor.”

“You’re very welcome, my life,” he said, pressing himself against me and wrapping his arms around my chest. He started to roll his hips, each push forward into me went a little deeper. I felt like I was breaking apart under him. I moaned and whimpered under him, my toes curling and my fingers grasping at the blanket in front of me. My fingers closed around the handle of Mjolnir and all at once electricity flowed through me. It danced off our bodies, sparks flying out as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. “Thor! God… I can’t…” I babbled as I reached down under me with my free hand. He pulled me into a hard kiss and he thrust into me harder and faster.

I started to rub my clit and that little extra sensation to my already overstimulated senses sent me reeling over. Thor groaned as my ass clenched tight around him and he shoved in deep and came with me. There was an almighty crack as a bolt of light crashed down, passing through us to the ground below, the whole bay lighting up suddenly and then falling dark.

I lay under Thor breathing heavily as my body settled and my eyes readjusted to the light. Thor slowly slipped out of me and rolled over onto his back, and I curled into him, putting my head on his chest as it rose and fell with each breath. “Do you think we made another sex sculpture?” I asked.

He laughed and played with my hair. “I am sure of it,” he said. “And yes, I will send someone to bring it home for us.”

I smiled and leaned up and pecked his lips. He held me in place to deepen it, and when he pulled back and looked into my eyes. “Thank you for this, my life. I needed it.”

“You’re very welcome,” I replied and kissed him again. “Shall we head back?”

He hummed and shook his head. “Soon. Let’s just lie here for a little longer.”

I relaxed against him and closed my eyes, basking in my post-orgasm afterglow and the setting sun.

~ END ~

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