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Summary: You join TF141 after something happened on your last deployment. They take you in and while it takes some time, you find yourself warming up to them, and them to you. Perhaps especially to the Captain.

A/N: Yes, this is the last chapter, no, it is not the end of G and Price. It is the end of the regular updates. When I write fic, it's a break from my usual writing for my job. So, I can't do both. I'll definitely be posting more stuff though! :) I hope you all have enjoyed!

Warnings: Slight SA mentions if you squint, crass language.

Word Count: 3.2k

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It’s such a joy walking around London with Price on my arm as he shows me his favorite places. Each new place lets me see a new side of him, lets me peel back another layer that he doesn’t let everyone see. Not to mention he’s wearing a blue sweater that matches his eyes and I quickly decide that he should wear more sweaters. Especially when it begins to snow while we’re walking through a park and he gently pulls me into his arms with my back pressed against his chest. He’s so warm and fucking cuddly and all I can imagine for a few moments is curling into his lap in front of a crackling fire.

“This is a good look for you.” I say softly as I turn to face him, his arms still around me and my hands curled against his chest to light pat the sweater.

He smiles, raising a brow. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm. Want to get you a little beanie to match.” I reach up and let my fingers scrape over his beard affectionately while he stares down at me with sparkling eyes.

He hums and leans down to press his lips gently to mine, his arms tightening around me. “I’ll keep that in mind. Think I have a beanie somewhere in my flat.”

I smile against his lips and let myself feel stupidly giddy for a little bit. “You’ll have to wear it for me sometime.”

He chuckles and pulls back, letting my hands fall back down against his chest. “I’ve had women ask me to wear a lot of things, but a beanie is new.”

Curiosity pulls my brows up. “You’re going to have to tell me what you’ve dressed up as now.” He sighs, but there’s a smile on his face as I lean into him to get an answer.

“Ah…well, there’s the uniform, obviously.”

“Obviously.” I repeat, smirking at his playfully scolding look.

“I’ve had requests for a policeman, fireman, real serviceman based, apparently.”

“Can’t say the roles don’t suit you.” I tease and enjoy the slight pink tint to his cheeks as we start walking again and he keeps my arm tucked into the crook of his elbow.

He shrugs a shoulder. “There are definitely worse things.” He states with a shake of his head and I have a sneaking suspicion that he hasn’t told me all the things he’s been asked. But I’ll wait for another day to find out. “What about you?” He asks gently, his voice soft as the snowfall around us in case I don’t want to answer.

I look away, pressing my lips together while I feel my cheeks get a little hot. “I’ve done the usual. Lifeguard, nurse, cat woman, but the most requested has to be Princess Leia and the gold bikini.” My eyes wander back to Price and I can’t help grinning when I catch him nodding. “That something you’ve requested, John?” He clears his throat and his gaze drops to the ground for a few moments.

“I…might not be exempt.” He admits and I can’t hold back a giggle as I lightly squeeze his arm.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I say and feel his eyes on me as we keep walking through the gathering snow on the ground. Intimacy like that might be far off, but it’s nice to be able to talk about it so openly without feeling pressure or fear. It’s just fun.

* * *

The next day, I take him for breakfast in a favorite diner of mine. We meet there and there’s a wide grin on my face when I see him come in wearing another sweater and a beanie. I slide out of my booth to greet him while he holds his arms out to his sides slightly for appraisal. “I approve. You look very…cozy.” I tell him and give him a fond kiss to his cheek when he’s close enough.

“So do you.” His fingers lightly pull my jacket a little tighter around me and straightens my scarf.

“Think you might’ve realized by now that I run a little cold.” I say with a little tilt of my head and he nods, his eyes looking me over as if he didn’t just see me yesterday. He lets me guide him into the booth, giving me a cute little smile as I sit next to him instead of across from him. An older waitress named Dana comes by immediately.

“Hey, darlin’. What’ll it be for you and your fella?” She asks with her usual charm.

“Coffee for now, thank you.” I nod to her and she gives me a wink, looking Price over curiously before she walks away.

Price rests an elbow on the table and turns towards me slightly. “Come here often?”

I relax back into my seat with a quiet sigh, looking over the little diner and the people milling around it. “This is the place I come to after a hard mission. When I need to remind myself of the good things, when I need to remember what it’s like to not be a soldier.” A soft smile pulls at my lips at the sight of a small family across the diner; two parents trying to feed their toddler and laughing as he smears the food over his face.

“I understand.” John says quietly beside me and I feel his arm slide on top of the booth behind me, letting me settle a bit more into his side. “The park is that place for me. I’ve spent hours sitting on a bench watching people pass by, getting used to the sights and smells of civilian life. Sometimes it takes a few days to decompress.”

My shoulders lax as I shift closer and rest my hand on his knee. “After the worst of it, I spent a week here. I only went home to sleep and even then, only a few hours before I was back here. All I could do was try to be around people and try to remember what life was supposed to be.” I sigh, shifting a bit in place before I feel John’s gentle touch on my arm, his fingers lightly skimming up and down. My head rests back against his shoulder while my thumb draws little circles on his knee. “That’s when the people here really got to know me. Like Dana. Her kindness and tendency to gossip kept me sane.”

“Didn’t take you for a gossip, sugar.” John teases and I smile, turning my head to look at him.

“Hm, I’m not a perpetrator, but I’ll listen.” He chuckles and I love being able to feel the rumble in his chest.

“Thank you for sharing with me.” He says a touch quieter and my hand reaches up to lightly scratch his beard.

“Gladly.” I bathe in his steady attention and the only thing that drags us away is the clink of cups and plates on the table. We both look over as Dana sets our requested coffees in front of us along with three plates of food.

“Coffee, your usual, something for your man, and some extra protein for the both of you. Fill up.” She looks at me pointedly and I give her an easy smile.

“Thank you, Dana.” I say with humor tainting my every word before I gesture to John. “This is John Price.” He offers his hand to her immediately and she takes it, holding on tight with her penetrating gaze trained on him.

“Pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” John says sweetly and Dana raises a brow, then smiles before pulling back and putting a hand on her hip.

“About time you brought a man around, sweetie. And he seems like a good one.” She nods to me while my head ducks, my cheeks hot as she walks away.

Price taps lightly on my arm. “I like her.” He says and I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Mm, well, the feeling is clearly mutual.” My head shakes, but I can’t help but smiling in return as he chuckles. “Hope you don’t mind her just bringing food. It’s happened every time I’ve come here.” Our eyes meet again and the only thing I find in his is amusement and affection.

“Don’t mind a bit. Glad you’ve had someone looking out for you before.” He keeps an arm around me as he looks over the piles of food Dana gave us and I watch him for a moment, taking in the insinuation that he and the boys are here to look after me now.

I lean in and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Good. Now, Dana will expect us to eat all of this, so I hope you’re prepared.” I slide silverware toward him and look away from his fond expression before I melt in my seat.

* * *

It feels stupid that I’m fucking nervous.

I’ve hung around the boys like this before, watched the game and laughed as they argued, but never in someone’s home. And this is the first time we’re all together after the dynamic with Price has changed. I just hope I haven’t…messed anything up somehow.

That’s why I’m standing in front of his door after knocking, my knuckles white from how tightly I’m clinging to the bag over my shoulder. Muffled voices come through the door before it swings open to reveal a grinning Gaz. “Don’t have to knock on days like this, G. Get in here.” He pulls me in and divests me of my bag, setting it on the counter before turning back to me with a grin. My nerves vanish.

“Why are you the one dragging people in when you don’t even live here?” I ask with a small laugh, leaning into him to give him a brief hug. He seems surprised, but quickly embraces me in return.

“Don’t trust Price to step away from the kitchen to answer the door. Barely trust him in the kitchen at all.” He mutters as he leans into me conspiratorially while we glance to John stirring a large pot on the stove.

“But you certainly fucking eat my food.” He returns, glancing over at us while I try to hide my soft smile. He’s in jeans and a navy Henley with the sleeves rolled up. He looks very domestic like this and it suits him. “Welcome, G.”

“Captain.” I greet him before breaking eye contact as I pull my dip from the bag. Gaz instantly peeks over my shoulder and I swat his hand off the bowl. “Dessert is for after you all have stuffed your faces with everything else. Besides, it needs to chill.” He pouts and reaches for it again before I rebuff him with a bump to his hip.

“Come on, G. Let me try it.”

“No.” I slide it into Price’s fridge and shoo Gaz back with a smirk, pressing my back against the doors to keep him from going after it. “Whatever happened to complaining I was bringing a dessert dip in the first place, huh?”

Gaz huffs. “I said I’d try it after that.”

“And I’ll let you. When we’re halfway through the game.” I give him a pointed look so he knows I mean it and the corner of my mouth twitches when I hear Price chuckle. There’s a knock at the door and my head tilts for Gaz to go get it. His eyes roll and he walks away with slumped shoulders. My head shakes as I slide over to Price and he immediately stretches out an arm to make space for me to fold myself into him.

“I like this.” I tug slightly on his shirt, my hand resting on his sternum as I peek into the pot he’s stirring. Chili, by the looks of it. “Looks good on you.”

He stoops and quickly presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Yeah? Well, I like this.” He holds me a little tighter and I let myself grin up at him. “Gonna be hard not reaching for you today.”

“Want to just send the boys home and snuggle on the couch?” I tease, pulling away as I hear the others coming in.

Price chuckles and sighs as I move out of reach. “Don’t tempt me.” He keeps his voice low and I smirk as I pull out the other things I brought while Gaz leads the others inside. It’s easy having everyone together again and I’m glad there’s no strain despite being out of work and having no goal. The new goal is to relax and have fun and we actually do.

I try settle in the chair off to the side while the boys take the couch, but this immediately starts an argument. “G, sit here. Want you to try my dip.” Gaz beckons while Soap frowns.

“Not gonna want yours when she tries mine.” He flick’s Gaz’s ear before Gaz elbows him in the stomach.

“It’s not going to matter if you both get into a brawl and knock the table over.” Simon scolds and tugs both men back by their belts to sit on the couch, sighing heavily as they continue jabbing at each other with grins on their faces. I shake my head and walk back into the kitchen as John spoons chili into bowls.

“The kids are rowdy today.” I comment and grin when he chuckles.

“And this is when they’re on their best behavior.” He returns in the same low tone while I watch him add different toppings to each bowl. Seems like he already knows what each person likes.

I raise a brow. “This is good behavior?”

Price nods with a secret smile. “This effort is for you. Usually they come in with prepackaged everything and one person makes something homemade. This time, they all insisted on making something.” Surprise flits through me as I look over at the boys, softening at the thought that they went through the trouble of making things for me.

“Does that include you?” I peek up at him and try to hide my smirk as he swallows and shrugs a shoulder.

“A little.” He admits and I sway into him while the boys are distracted by getting the tv to the right channel.

“I appreciate that.” It’s actually fucking adorable, but I don’t think those words would be as appreciated. John simply slides a bowl of chili towards me and watches all the little things I add to it, his gaze turning all soft and sweet in the way that makes me melt.

“You may not appreciate it so much when they’re all pushing food on you.” He nudges another bowl towards me. “That’s Simon’s. Good luck.” He winks at me before heading over and I follow with a shake of my head.

I instantly have their attention as I walk over and hand Simon his bowl. “Tell us where you’d like to sit and we’ll move.” He says while Price retreats to the lone chair off to the side with a barely hidden smirk on his face.

“I’ll just sit on the floor—” I blink as each man immediately objects, but Johnny is the one who gets up and gently tugs on my arm to sit me down in his place.

“My mam would have my fuckin’ ears if I let a lady sit on the floor.” He mutters, sitting in the floor beside the arm of the couch while I fold my legs under me to give him space.

“I’ve literally slept in the dirt along with all of you. Sitting on the floor isn’t a big deal.” I remind them, amused and a bit confused at their reactions.

Gaz clicks his tongue. “Not the same. You’re not in uniform.”

“Oh, so I’m a lady when I’m not in uniform?” I tease, happily stirring my chili and holding the warm bowl close in my lap.

Simon reaches over and flicks my ear. “Clearly not.” I show him my middle finger and he smirks. “Just let us try and treat you nice every once and a while, alright? It’s good for us.”

I relax into the couch and relent, nodding. “Nice to see you all can act like gentlemen once and a while anyway.” That’s answered with scoffs and I look at Price who still has that little smirk on his face. Though it’s a little softer than before. The dip argument is eventually settled when I let them make me a plate and they pile it high. All are actually good, though apparently Simon underestimated the amount of spice he added and none of the men can handle it. Which makes it all the more hilarious when I eat a quarter of the bowl while Soap tries to keep up and ends up almost crying.

Honestly, watching them is more fun than watching the game. They groan in unison when there’s a bad play, they shout when the ref makes a bad call, and I can’t help but cheer along with them when their team makes a goal. Gaz eagerly reminds me of my dessert the second halftime hits and I retrieve it, putting it in the middle of the table. It’s basically chocolate whipped cream and I serve it with graham crackers and strawberries. I make Price a small plate and hand it to him in his chair while I wait beside him for the others to try it.

Gaz makes sure he’s first and he dips a strawberry, then shoves the whole thing into his mouth. His eyes go wide and my hand squeezes Price’s shoulder. “Holy shit, that’s good.” My hand laxes even as I swat Price for his silent laugh.

“You’re a good cook. You had nothing to worry about.” He assures me and risks sliding his hand over mine while the others are distracted. Soap and Ghost try it out and they have the same reaction. Half the bowl is gone before I know it, although I have to threaten to take it away when Gaz tries to hog it. I’m too pleased to even tease them about liking it so much.

By the end of the game, Simon is the one who has claimed the bowl and is idly licking the bottom while Soap tries fruitlessly to shove him off the couch. Everyone eventually filters out after helping clean up and I smile when John immediately reaches for me the second that we’re alone. “That was fun.” I murmur against his shoulder as he pulls me down onto the couch next to him and tucks me against his side.

“Mm. Glad we didn’t exhaust you.” He says sounding pretty tired himself.

I smirk and heave a contented breath. “Didn’t say that.” He smiles and I feel the warmth of his hand as he slides it up and down my back.

“You need to leave?” He peeks down at me and I shake my head.

“I can stay a little while longer. If you’ll have me.”

“I’ll happily keep you, sugar.” His other hand slides over my knee to rest in the crease above my calf and I risk letting my legs stretch out a bit. Price makes a deep sound in his chest and pulls me closer so my legs are draped over his lap. His eyes shut as he rests his head back on the couch and I watch him with a little smile before my eyes slowly shut as well. We fall asleep like that and I can’t help thinking that if more of my days are like this one, and like they have been with this team, I think my life would be a happy one. Finally.

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fangirleaconmigo · 2 years

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omg for the can't believe it's not fanon: sharing beds & clothes I am fucking DROOLING over this

Hey there! Thanks for your vote. :D Alright, let’s make this ask my next installment off...(drumroll please)

I Can’t Believe It’s Not Fanon

Otherwise known as,

Facts that sound like Geraskier fic writers made them up, but are in fact, book canon.

Today our topic is:

Bed Sharing and Clothes Sharing

So, if there is one thing that Jaskier and Geralt will always do in a Geraskier fic, it’s share a bed in a roadside inn. Sometimes it’s due to not having enough money. Sometimes it’s a ‘just one bed’ situation. Sometimes they are Just Like That.

There is also a whole subgenre of fics where they share clothes. Usually it’s Jaskier borrowing Geralt’s clothes. But sometimes it’s the other way around.

You might wonder whether all of this is a product of the fevered imagination of Geraskier fanfic writers. In TWN we do see Jaskier bathe him in the iconic ‘and yet here we are’ scene, but don’t actually see them share a bed.

Well, never fear, I am here to put these questions to rest. (sorry I’m tired and loopy tonight, so if I sound drunk that’s why). Ok, so as I’ve said in other posts, in canon, these boys are a domestic unit. I’ve already talked about how they pool their money and manage it jointly.

So if you’ve been following this series, you won’t be surprised to learn that....

Yep, it’s canon.

This post is about two times Geralt and Dandelion are described as sleeping in the same bed, (featuring an implication that this is a common arrangement) and one time when Geralt is mad at Dandelion, so Dandelion sleeps with someone else. (gotta watch your back, Geralt, folks will swoop in on that bard fast) Oh, and the clothes sharing. I’ll do that too.

Scene One. Bed Sharing. Sword of Destiny. So, in this short story, Geralt and Dandelion are staying at a merchant’s home, because Dandelion has been hired to play at a wedding. Geralt has gone to bed first, while Dandelion comes into their shared room a bit later.

The scene begins with a snarky Geralt “feigning” surprise that Dandelion has come back to their room for the night.

“Oho,” the Witcher said, feigning surprise. “So you’re here? I thought you wouldn’t be back tonight.”

Right away, it’s pretty hilarious. Well, look who decided to show up back at home. Look what the cat dragged in. Dandelion hangs up his lute and sits to remove his boots.

“And why,” asked Dandelion, removing his boots, “did you think I wouldn’t be back tonight?”

“I thought,” the Witcher lifted himself up on an elbow, crunching bean straw, “you’d go and sing serenades beneath the window of Miss Veverka, at whom your tongue has been hanging out the whole evening like a pointer at the sight of a bitch.”

LMAO if Geralt doesn’t sound like a jealous wife here. You were drooling over that bitch all night, you dog. Dandelion is unperturbed (as usual).

“Ha, ha,” the bard laughed, “but you’re so oafishly stupid. You didn’t understand anything...move over.” Dandelion collapsed on the palliasse and pulled the blanket off Geralt.

So, to summarize, in response, Dandelion roasts Geralt. Then, he bosses him around, plops down right next to him on the bed, and steals his blanket. That sounds about right.

Next, Dandelion explains his strategy with the women, saying he was just showing Veverka attention to get the interest of someone else. Geralt does not enjoy this.

“Geralt, feeling a strange anger, turned his head towards the tiny window...”

Dandelion notices how pissy he is, so he challenges him.

“Why so huffy?” the poet asked. “Does it bother you that I make advances to girls? Since when? Perhaps you’ve become a druid and taken a vow of chastity? Perhaps...”

So at this point, this chapter sounds literally exactly like a Geraskier fanfic. Now, of course, Geralt is pissy in the narrative because he embarrassed himself with Essi. But it still shows a lot of domesticity and emotional intimacy between the two of them for their friendship, and of course it is rich territory for a shipper. You can take a lot of things from that passage. You can hold that up to the light and take a long hard look at it.

Anyway, next, Dandelion starts to wax philosophical about women. In response, Geralt implies that these arrangements are not unusual.

Geralt groaned softy, as usual, when Dandelion was assailed by nocturnal talkativeness.

So, according to this passage, Geralt is very familiar with Dandelion’s nocturnal habits, which implies they usually sleep together or at least very close to one another.

Now, I’ve established that they sleep in the same bed in this scene, which is the point of this post. However, before I move on to scene two, I’m going to keep going with this one just a little longer, because Geralt continues to sound like a jealous wife and it makes me laugh.

Dandelion continues talking about women and kissing them. He notices Geralt grinding his teeth.

“...why are you grinding your teeth, if I may ask?”

Geralt could easily just say, I’m tired. Shut up. But no. Oh, no. He goes on another rant about what a whore Dandelion is, and folks, he’s got jokes.

“You’re incredibly boring, Dandelion. Nothing but palliasses, girls, bums, tits, incomplete happiness and kisses interrupted by dogs set on you by your lovers’ parents. Why, you clearly can’t behave any differently. Clearly easy lewdness, not to say uncritical promiscuity allows you musicians to compose ballads, write poems, and sing.”

The next part is his lil joke, which makes me laugh. He goes in for the kill.

“That is clearly-write it down-the dark side of your talent.”

Look, Geralt hooks up with women nonstop, so this is just hilarious. It makes him look really bitter like he’s having a tantrum.

Anyway, that whole scene is really rich for their dynamic, and they go on to argue about Geralt’s ‘otherness’ which is one of my favorite Dandelion passages in the books. But I’ll be talking about that in future posts, so I’ll try to stay focused on the ‘sleeps in the same bed’ topic at hand.

Clothes sharing scene one.

In that same short story, Dandelion borrows Geralt’s shirt. He doesn’t ask, he simply informs Geralt of this. Geralt isn't bothered at all. Feels like a routine thing.

“I must go,” Dandelion suddenly said. “I’ve got a rendezvous with Akaretta. Geralt, I’m taking your jerkin, because mine is incredibly filthy and wet.

“Everything here is wet,” Little Eye said sneeringly, nudging the articles of clothing strewn around with the tip of her shoe in disgust....

“It’ll dry off by itself,” Dandelion pulled on Geralt’s damp jacket and examined the silver studs on the sleeve with delight.

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I love that Dandelion is delighted with Geralt’s clothes. Geralt cares more about clothes than people give him credit for.

Ok. This second scene is one I haven’t seen people talk about on tumblr.

Bed Sharing Scene Two

In TIme of Contempt (pg 236) Dandelion has successfully made a terrifying journey into Brokilon forest to check on Geralt after Thanned. This scene begins the first morning after his arrival.

Dandelion awoke, and realized he had probably fallen asleep during the story, dropping off in mid-sentence. He shifted and almost rolled off the pile of branches. Geralt was no longer lying alongside him to balance the make-shift bed.

So, the first scene they slept together because the merchant wouldn’t give them two rooms. But there was the implication that they sleep together often. And here in the forest, they sleep together again on a makeshift bed of branches. Presumably, Brokilon is a big enough place for them to sleep on separate makeshift branch beds.

ETA: Also, Dandelion fell asleep mid-sentence, meaning they are, again, talking late into the night sharing a bed.

More sharing of personal items.

So next, Dandelion is catching Geralt up on all the politics post-Thanned. Dandelion refers to the political strife as a ‘game’. Geralt becomes upset.

“Enough,” Geralt said. “Not another word. When I hear the word ‘game’ I feel like killing someone. Oh, give me that razor. I want to have that shave at last.”

His beard has been bothering him. He hates having a beard. Dandelion protests that it’s too dark to shave.

“Now? It’s too dark.”

Geralt replies.

“It’s never too dark for me. I’m a freak.”

I FUCKING LOVE that scene, for so many reasons. First, just like Dandelion grabs Geralt’s blanket and clothes whenever he wants it, Geralt just demands Dandelion’s razor.

But while we're here, I'll also say this about Geralt calling himself a ‘freak’ resentfully. As bad as I feel for Geralt with all of his self worth problems, I love that he is able to just say it out loud without feeling self conscious about it. That shows a lot of trust in Dandelion.

You see, Geralt is actually very emotionally insightful, and he’s almost a century old! He knows he sounds petulant when he gets like that. It’s just like the previous story I was discussing, where he was like ‘Dandelion you’re such a whore and I hate you’ lmao it was so absurd. Geralt knows this. But when he is with his best friend, he can let his moods just hang out. He can just be as emo and bratty as he wants. Dandelion will just lovingly tolerate him and occasionally tell him he’s being a dumbass.

Their friendship is just so comfortable and I know I keep saying domestic, but they really do act like partners. They are both so secure and safe being themselves, (though I think Dandelion couldn’t be anything else if he tried) and it warms my heart.

Ok, here's the third scene.

Geralt yells at Dandelion, who then sleeps with someone else.

This takes place in Baptism of Fire, where Geralt is upset. He is probably more miserable, both emotionally and physically than he has been the entire saga up unto that point. He’s physically wounded, he’s beside himself with worry about Ciri, he’s sleep deprived, and he’s a giant mess. Not shockingly, Dandelion is getting on his last nerve.

Geralt has asked him not to tell people his mission to find Ciri. He wants to do this by himself. But Dandelion thinks they need friends and support, and he trusts Zoltan and his crew right away. (This is a big theme that book. Geralt refuses to let people help him and they bully him into accepting help.) So, Dandelion tells Zoltan the mission against Geralt's wishes. Geralt is livid. He yells at Dandelion. It goes a whole lot like that vine: “I should have left you on that street corner where you were standing. Butcha didn’t.”

Then, they drink a lot of moonshine at Regis’s place, and Dandelion sleeps with Zoltan instead of Geralt.

Zoltan and Dandelion lay in each other’s arms on a pile of mandrake roots, snoring so powerfully that they were making the bundles of herbs hanging on the wall flutter.

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Watch out Geralt, Zoltan is Mr. On My Way to Steal Your Bard. He's also crotchety with a heart of gold, so, just Dandelion's type.

Ok, I hope you guys enjoyed this installment of I Can’t Believe It’s Not Fanon. Let me know if you have any requests for further posts.

Past Posts:

Geralt Is Protective of Jaskier(and why he’s so devoted to him)

Jaskier Is Protective of Geralt (Geralt is his specialest boy)

Geralt rescues Jaskier from kidnappers (and slaughters them all)

Geralt doesn't know Jaskier's real name or the fact that he is a Viscount until he learns from a third party in a hilarious way

Geralt can smell lust

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #dandelion #gerlion #the witcher books #i can't believe it's not fanon #canon or fanon

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bluegekk0 · 2 months

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do you think there are any book series' vyrm or the kids are interested in?

this is completely biased but maybe something like warrior cats with hallownest wildlife? sorry i have to include the silly cats in my brain

I'll be completely honest, I don't think I've read enough book series that I can still remember to properly answer this question. But I suppose I could talk about the family and book genres they'd enjoy?

Vyrm would struggle a bit with focusing on large plots, he's definitely more into more technical books. Anything about tinkering or engineering would be right up his alley and he would be completely lost in any well written book on that topic. That being said, I think it was my friend who had this idea, but I love the mental image of him picking up some romance books prior to hibernation, and after separating with WL. He never really thought about romance before (WL wasn't really the romantic type, and for the longest time he thought he was the same way), but once he started suspecting he might have feelings for Grimm, he gave romantic novels a try, to see if what he's experiencing matched their portrayals of love. Despite that, however, he didn't get the confidence to confess until after he woke up from hibernation. These days he doesn't read them, as I said, he's not actually a novel type of person, and he finds learning romance through his experiences with Grimm much more pleasant.

Grimm on the other hand loves sappy romance novels. It definitely hits right into his desire for intimacy and affection that he experienced for most of his life. He'd imagine himself in those romantic situations, though for many years the realization that he'd never find that life only made him feel worse afterwards. After meeting Vyrm, those thoughts finally had some merit, and he found comforf in picturing himself and Vyrm in such scenarios, as this time there was a chance he could finally get to live that life. Well, he got his wish at last, though he still finds enjoyment in the genre. But doesn't limit himself to it, he fancies all kinds of stories, he has a large collection of various books in his Troupe chamber that he collected during his travels.

Hornet really likes adventure books, I think she'd enjoy Lord of the Rings for example. Stories are an escape for her, she lived many years convinced that loving anyone would just bring her pain, but deep down she really wanted something more. And books let her immerse herself into experiences that were perhaps more hopeful than her life. Of course, she now has a family again, and despite her fear of attachment, that sense of escapism isn't as strong of a driving force for her anymore. She still absolutely loves books and has read through Grimm's entire collection at least twice. She tries to hide it, but she's always ecstatic whenever Grimm brings new books from his travels.

Holly enjoys slice of life type stories, they grew up wanting that type of peaceful life, though unfortunately they wouldn't get their wish for a long time. They prefer stories with low stakes, something they can read to find comfort and reassurance that things are going to be okay. Though I think they'd like poetry as well, particularly that of very personal kind - it's difficult for them to interpret, but they're always willing to learn, especially in areas that give them a better understanding of emotions and things others struggle with. They didn't get to develop good communication skills in their childhood, but they really want to be a proper part of the Dirtmouth community, and exploring such themes in fiction certainly helps.

Zote claims he's above reading, but deep down he loves literature about knights and heroes. He always pictures himself as the great hero that saves the day and gets all the fame and appreciation for his heroic actions. He does struggle with separating those fictional heroes from reality, and he'll often start quoting his favorite knight characters pretending to be them, much to the amusement of others. It certainly feeds into his conviction that he's a great knight, but as he tones down his arrogance throughout the span of the AU, it becomes more endearing than harmful.

Lewk can only read very simple books for children, but he loves whenever someone else reads for him. Vyrm and Grimm would always read him various stories to bed, those of heroes and villains, of family, and who knows, maybe also some kid-friendly equivalent of a Warrior Cats story like you mentioned. He particularly enjoys looking at the pictures in Vyrm's technical books, and asking him what those things are and how they work. He's incredibly curious about everything, and is definitely shaping up to be an avid reader like Hornet or Grimm.

Asta and Milo are way too young to read, and they don't fully comprehend things that are read to them either. They do understand some words, but mostly those they hear often - mainly things like "papa" which they hear from Lewk, that they repeat to get the attention of Grimm or FPK. They like when someone reads them to sleep, but it's mostly due to the comforting vibe created by their soft blankets and their dads' voices.

#ask stuff #feral pk au #fpk #vyrm #grimm #hornet #holly #zote #lewk #asta #milo

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wri0thesley · 2 years

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i am thinking again of this post, and being yan diluc’s former captive who has found what they foolishly thought was ‘solace’ and ‘freedom’ in the arms of a harbinger. it is not freedom; ice is a cage and prison as much as walls are, you find, and where diluc’s grasp was at least warm in its familiarity, zapolyarny palace is less easy to understand.

because whichever harbinger has brought you back failed to take into account just how deeply they traded on the good name of the fatui, and how the tsaritsa thinks that her generals should be . . . treated equally.

you are temptation itself within cold walls; heated skin and a pretty face and plush thighs and unable to run away, both for the unfamiliar and unforgiving landscape of snezhnaya and for fear of diluc - a figure much disliked amongst the higher ranks, a figure infamous in his difficulty - finding you once more. and though that one harbinger brought you, there is no reason for them to have sole ownership of your body and companionship when so many of the others would like a slice of what is happening.

pierro, of course, who knows what has happened to kaeya alberich and wonders how much you know of khaenr’ia’s last hope, and . . . thinks you would be soft against him. thinks you would be a fine medal to a lifetime of service to the tsaritsa.

dottore, who knows by now exactly what happened in monstadt those years ago, and thinks of how much diluc would despise him having his hands all over you - and, too, who thinks how interesting you seem. all of that blood rushing beneath the surface of your skin, the pretty colour of your eyes, the various sounds and pitches he’s sure he could draw out of you if he only had the chance.

columbina, who is pretty and ‘young’ - as far as you can work out - and who giggles and smiles when she touches your face and tells you how pretty you are, but who makes you feel afraid of what she may do when she demands your time in her chambers. it has not been . . . more than intimacy, yet - but it does not stop you being afeared.

scaramouche, who grimaces and says he has no interest in you - but still seeks you out and presses himself close to you and drags you into abandoned rooms, demanding you touch him, demanding you let him brush fingers over where your heart beats rapidly in your chest - but who seems to get frustrated when you respond. when your human physiology betrays you - when you gasp and shiver and try and pull away from him when his fingers bite into your wrist too hard.

signora, who runs hot and cold at the blink of an eye. whose freezing hands are not so frightening as when you feel the heat beginning to leak through, when she often sends you away if only because she knows the anger the others would feel if she were to break you. who adores you in her lap, and toys with you the same way a cat toys with a canary; who baits and laughs and kisses interchangeably, until you are grateful that someone else has come to beg for your favour.

pantalone, who drapes you in luxury - cups your face in his hand and tells you how pretty you are and how lucky he is, and simply ignores that you are not entirely his. who likes to send you on your way with a new necklace (collar) or a new bracelet (handcuff), studded with jewels, so everyone knows who the last one to have you was. pantalone, who takes his slow, sweet time with you - who wraps you in his embrace and kisses you and adores making you beg for it. pantalone, whose fault this perhaps was in the beginning - and as such, he never mentions how much you owe him. you are not with diluc any longer; is that not gift enough?

sandrone, who seems at least to appreciate that you do not run roughshod over her thoughts. she is quiet and composed, the automaton that follows her silent - but she is a harbinger, and too sometimes she wants somebody she can speak to. sandrone touches you only casually when she tells you of her machines; but when the light of excitement comes in her eyes as she describes some other horrifying mechanic she has taught them to execute, her touch becomes more frenzied. she tells you, one night, after leaving you in disarray, that the automaton that accompanies her has a kamera built in to his sensors. you, she says with a small smile, provide company even when not actively there.

capitano, whomst you have never seen without his helmet. you expect him to despise you; diluc’s claymore has brought end to thousands of soldiers, after all. but you find when it is capitano who seeks your company, he is almost gentle - monstrously large hands touching you as if he is afraid you will break. he speaks little. you spend much of your time with him in plain cotton sheets, a blindfold wrapped tightly about your eyes - as a mouth that seems only half-mortal bites and sucks and licks at your bared shoulders. capitano stands in, sometimes, when others are arguing - when scaramouche and childe are locked in a standstill, and for that reason, you do not argue when he wants you. in many ways . . . he reminds you of diluc. you never thought you would miss your first captor, but sometimes capitano makes you ache for him.

arlecchino, who listens to you - who is a knight in all senses of the word, who is strong and capable and - at least professes to care for you. who seems more interested in you than she is interested in the tsaritsa; who is gentle but firm when she touches you and asks you if you liked that, tells you that she’s going to do it again and again and again until you fall apart for her. arlecchino has her own agenda; your loyalty would serve her well, and so she plays her game carefully. you will not hate her. she is a lesser of some evils.

pulcinella, who you always breathe a sigh of relief to see. for if it is pulcinella who has sought out your company, you will spend the evening with a cup of tea and a welcome reprieve from being touched and pawed at and whispered about. he asks you questions about diluc, is unfailingly paternal and kindly - and though you know it is an act and he is simply pulling out intelligence that may be of use later, it is still amnesty, and you seize upon it gratefully.

and finally, of course, childe. childe, who is so desperate to prove himself and pull himself up the ranks in order to see more battle and more bloodshed and have more fun - and who sees you as a stepping stone for that. the others spend time with you, so he will too; use you as you clearly mean to be used. though it is frustrating to come back from a few snatched hours with childe, you look at the bruises and scrapes and scratches that decorate your skin - and you know that at least childe is honest. there is little else you can ask for.

#yandere for ts #genshin impact posting #nat.txt #not sfw text #dub con for ts #dark content for ts

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timidloner · 2 years

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ram here to join all the debate over what joren would do in case MC plans to kill him (hope you're having a good day <3):

if the betrayal is too much for him to tolerate but also he's a yandere so keeping his bae aka MC, what about making /sure/ they can never try to scheme again like (warning for incoming silly goofy violent actions) breaking their wrists so they can't be violent again (temporarily or indefinitely, i feel like that would depend whether MC ends up submitting or not tbh, tho i think he'd take care of them regardless? you tell us wink) or even mindbreaking them (through torture or intercourse, both can work but perhaps joren would be more interested in the latter considering more chance of MC becoming dependent on joren without going against him again so it could be almost romantic in his eyes) thoughts?

also the talk about MC sad / scared crying may me wonder, how would joren react to happy tears or even tears of pleasure pause....

Hi <3!! Hope you're having a good day(night) too!

Ughhh, I really was indecisive about what to do. I consulted it with my pillow, my cat, the Kylo Ren's poster on my door... I even asked my brother for his opinion, lol.

He knows I'm making a romance/"mystery" game, but just that, so I asked him in a vague: "thoughts about MC getting killed by their love interest in a bad ending?". His idea was to make MC marry a duke(???), get an army(?), kill Joren's family(????), and have these two die in an epic battle sequence(???).

So, no luck there.

I was thinking about adding the option to talk him down, but yeah! It still didn't feel right!! It felt too "murdersim", not "yandere game" enough.

I actually think it's better to limit MC's death to 1 horrorporn ending, and leave the rest as survival endings, no matter if they are normal or horrorporn endings. It makes more sense for a yandere character. TW: minbreak for later.

And yes! I can still keep the "Joren uses violence as an outlet for his anger/sadness" and "Joren uses violence to fix his problems", but like you said, he breaks their wrists, maybe their legs... And tada! Problem solved, MC can still have their freedom because he'll take them wherever they want to go, and help them to do whatever they want to do... But now they won't be able to betray him again, since they need him, permanently.

I could even add the option "to talk him down" but instead of avoiding death, MC avoids getting their limbs permanently broken. I want it to be a little extreme since this is the greatest reminder of his trauma.

And sexual mindbreak! Yes! I'm into the unrealistic "happy" kind of mindbreak, where the character loses their mind, but learns to enjoy it? The realistic "blank-eyed" mindbreak just makes me sad T_T

But I can see Joren being satisfied with both.

In the "happy" one, he'd totally feel like he won everything he ever wanted, even if MC is a shell of themselves, can't do anything without him, and gets some lucid attacks of panic... But they look happy (and broken) most of the time, so it's fine, they are in love <3. Here he'd still have sex with them.

In the "blank-eyed" one, he'd also be content, but not really happy. He got them, yes, but they're pretty much comatose all the time, so all he has is a doll. He'd take care of them, but having sex would lose its appeal if they just lay under him like a corpse. He'd eventually learn to treat them like a trophy on a shelf.

And happy tears?? The man has seen tears of pleasure, yes, but not that!! It has so much comedy potential!!

If someone else made MC cry with happiness, you bet he's picking a fight with that person, who do they think they are for making MC cry?

And if he was the reason behind the tears of joy, he'd fear he just hurt/scared them somehow!! He would be super confused, what in Moon's name did he do????

And imagine Joren pushing past his fear of intimacy for the first time, and telling MC he loves them... Just for them to cry?? Traumatic. He would feel rejected, and all the progress he made about showing his feelings would be lost, so MC better tell him those are tears of happiness before that happens.

Also, tears of pleasure are a yes!! He's licking them off MC's face!! And when he becomes comfortable with being soft, he'll kiss them <33!!

#ask away!#from lon to you #horrorporn awful #rambling✒️!!!#thank you!!#your opinion actually really helped me to decide what to do #some times i really need to hear other opinions to #get things into perpestive

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thewanderingmobologist · 2 years

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Entry 2

Hello Journal!!

It’s me, Hero. I have been busy lately - I currently reside in a small settlement nestled in a valley, surrounded by what I like to call a crown of snowy mountains. I have been taken in by villagers.

For my human brethren reading this - the Overworld’s best blessings to you, my sibling! However you must be confused. What is a villager? If you are only of one, two or three risings of the moon old since your awakening, you may not be familiar - perhaps you have spotted strange structures Yonder. Do not fear! I will explain.

Villagers are the most delightful folk. They are much like me and you, but their noses are large and flat, like a cat or rabbit. You may have hair on your head (I do - Curly, around twice shades darker than my own skin) however these folk do not! Upon a certain age, they lose all of their hair! Their children have a downy type, however it thins, and finally falls out upon their twelfth lunar year. This is marked as their coming of age, and means they may start wearing an adult’s robe. Soon enough, it’s time for a job.

Speaking of robes - Adult Villagers wear a flowing robe which conceals the legs, arms and hands. It is indecent to show one’s hand to another when in the village - I oft’ keep mine in my pockets as to not cause a scene! Ha ha! But by myself, I use my hands freely and conspicuously. Why, do you ask, are hands indecent to the townsfolk? Well, hands, to the villagers, often mean violence or intimacy. To show one’s hand not in use to, say, a passing merchant would be quite rude. I learnt this from my friend, Grover, The Farmer. I admittedly am yet to introduce myself properly to him. I cannot speak their tongue - Their language is very nasal, and when I try to replicate it, my body does not co-operate - and regardless of the language that comes out, speaking is most difficult for me, as I find myself stuck!

Blessings to the Overworld for giving me a way to speak with hands and quill! And blessings that I can at least understand what the villagers are telling me!

I may communicate with wild gestures and expressions, which may be difficult for another to discern. So, The Farmer oft’ accompanies me to the markets when I stay over.

Another Villager I have befriended is Gerrow The Librarian. He is a friendly type, though as the farmer tells me often, he is too busy buried in a book that he could not fill a bucket with water! (I have been told that is what a joke is. A joke is a phrase in which invites a whimsical reaction. I have made a few “Jokes” in my journal so far!! Grover told me about them!)

Gerrow The Librarian taught me the written word. He has also taught me how to read. He said I caught on quickly - As if I had known before. I must know it from my dreams! I often dream of writing that comes from hands like my own!

He is a lonesome fellow, many in the village seem not to Trust him, for he reads and writes, which they tell me is of acts of ill-folk! (The villagers seem to get Nervous and Worried when they bring that name up - I do not understand. I have never met an Ill-Folk before, and all Grover will tell me is that they are grey and have bad intentions.)

Gerrow is so very nice, and I could not imagine him becoming “Grey” any time soon!!!

I will depart now, and I will see you again soon!

Yours Sincerely,

Hero.

OOC: A note from me - if you’re wondering why Hero has a weird way of phrasing things, i wanted to add a bit of character, make them a bit child-like because they’re basically a new-born who’s finding out what the world is, and also it’s a Player Thing(tm). They tend to be a bit eccentric sometimes. My vibe was ‘this guy gets excited over the most mundane stuff because they found out what life was very recently’. Also, when Hero described their hair, i based that off of how I imagine Steve. They are meant to be based off of Steve, but I called them Hero to keep them ambiguous.

#minecraft #mineblr #minecraft lore #minecraft headcanons #minecraft roleplay #roleplay blog #rp #hero’s entries

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blemishezarchive · 1 year

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𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟷 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.

NAME : alice brennan. EYE COLOR : brown. HAIR STYLE / COLOR : shoulder length with curtain fringe. brown, chestnut. HEIGHT : 5'6" CLOTHING STYLE : dark muted colour palette, layers and layers. turtlenecks, knee length skirts, overcoats, minimal accessories. cotton, ribbed knits. BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE : classic weird girl with big eyes syndrome.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟸 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.

FEARS : vulnerability, intimacy. GUILTY PLEASURE : sometimes she'll sneak in an extra cigarette. don't tell. BIGGEST PET PEEVE : lack of personal space. hugs. handshakes. most forms of physical contact. condescension. AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE : she tries not to think about the long term if she doesn't have to. short term; she'd like her book to do well, perhaps she'll write another.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟹 : 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP : not this shit again. THEY THINK ABOUT MOST : stop walking so close to me. i hate the lighting in this room. i need a cigarette. stop breathing so loud. WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED : dreading tomorrow. boys she used to be in love with. unfinished poems. unresolved childhood issues. WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS : she's aware of what she's good at and what makes her special based on what others have told her. but that's not really the question.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟺 : 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES : single. TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED : loved. BEAUTY OR BRAINS : beauty, but in the general and not physical sense. DOGS OR CATS : she's not much of an animal person, but if you left a stray at her door she'd probably feed it. (shoutout xeno.)

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟻 : 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘…

LIE : unintentionally, sometimes. but never at the right times. BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES : she believes in her capabilities to an extent, but doesn't believe she has the potential to do any better. BELIEVE IN LOVE : she believes in love, but she doesn't necessarily believe it's meant for her. (cue music.)

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟼 : 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑…

BEEN ON STAGE : previously, not recently. CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN : she's autistic and involuntarily masking at this point.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟽 : 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒.

FAVORITE COLOR : forest green. FAVORITE ANIMAL : as previously stated, not an animal person. but rabbits. FAVORITE BOOK : she hyperfixated on ophelia from hamlet all throughout her teenage years. FAVORITE GAME : scrabble. boggle. any word games.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟾 : 𝐀𝐆𝐄.

DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE : honestly i didn't assign her a birthday but she's a virgo. HOW OLD WILL THEY BE : 25

#h: alice.#headcanons.#might do this for the others later on #she's just the one who i can actually remember shit about

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eorzeashan · 2 years

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3, 11, & 51 from the otp asks for your choice <3

Jadus x Cipher 9, because I'm feeling especially spicy today. insert booing

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

No. Jadus does not keep sentimentalities; everything is remade in his image. It will never be the other way around. This, Orradiz knows well. He would never ask otherwise. And yet, he stains his clothes black, for him- or perhaps to feel a little closer to the shadows they both find intimacy in embracing. When he needs to strike fear in the hearts of those larger, stronger than him, to put them off-balance for a moment, he activates his disguise implant: and together, they wear the mask that so many fear.

11. Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

Orradiz has always kept a careful lid on his emotions, as they’re yet another liability if one exercises them too freely, especially amongst a nation of volatile empaths that feed off such negativity. He’s always dealt with it alone after exuding a facade of careful professionalism, finding some corner to retreat to and go lick his wounds rather than risking yet another exploitable weakness that few would understand, no matter how hard they try. But of course, one does not hide things from Darth Jadus, as intertwined they are body and soul, especially when it comes to conflicts of the mind and it is this constant reassurance and knowledge that he will never be truly alone again that washes over such mental wounds.

You have nothing to fear but me. Let this be your strength and salvation.

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

When it comes to being connected through a force-bond, it is as non verbal as it gets. As a non-force user, the many signals sent through their connection are difficult to parse for Orradiz; a look into the mind of the most enigmatic of Sith is not easy to describe, much less understand. He makes no reservations in pretending to interpret his Lord’s feelings and commands.

But there is a certain protectiveness, a certain favoritism that comes when he is in danger, or a lilt of the tongue in that flat voice like the echo of durasteel panes that speaks of amusement in this companion that has persisted to be by his side against all odds. In a rush of daring, Orradiz has been known to settle into his Lord’s side when he is alone on the throne, warm and soft as he is and different from everything in the Dark Side that is cold and lifeless, and perhaps in all his magnanimity, Jadus will indulge him with this favor- running his hands through his hair like one does a cat curled into your lap, reflecting on the memory of another who once dared to do the same.

Questions

#swtor #jadorre #swtor asks #oc: orradiz #otp asks #starting with smallest amount of q's first bc admin constantly dead #sorry for my non straightforward style omg I have to turn everything into an exercise

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bratz-kitten · 3 years

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jupiter through the houses

jupiter in the 1st house: you have a very strong, bold, larger-than-life personality! your generosity and love for helping others is what attracts them to you. a strong desire to achieve and live life to the fullest. tendency to over-indulge in food, exercise, anything of the sort. youthful, glowing quality to your appearance. the more optimistic and honest you are, the luckier you feel. you might feel like the universe helps you overcome any obstacle. be careful with trusting your luck too much, you need to still always make things happen for yourself and to trust reason and logic while remaining confident. a love for traveling. leadership and people skills, you only want to focus on self-improvement and what truly matters; you have no time for insignificant problems. people can feel lucky for having met you because of your soothing aura. you feel like if you ever lose faith in yourself, then you have nothing else. strong morals. careful with trying to "fix" people or situations who don't even need fixing in the first place... you can overstep others' boundaries in your attempts at generosity.

jupiter in the 2nd house: jupiter here gives a lot of abundances when it comes to finances, but this also means that you love overspending. your first instinct when you feel sad or empty might be to go shopping. you might buy things that aren't even useful for you. luckily, money seems to come to you without any effort. you're very giving, romantic and poetic; you don't want to see the ones you love suffering and you do all you can to aid them. because of that, your friends are very loyal to you and always quick to defend you. you can be terrifying when crossed, your intimidation is no joke. a talent for business and for convincing others to do what you want. very dependable and trustworthy, you keep your word and you make sure to always put in your best when doing a job. you want comfort and the power that is obtained with wealth. you're a hard worker with a need to develop your talents, you want to be proud of what you're doing for a living. you possess a lot of knowledge about art. be careful not to put too many responsibilities on yourself. people in authority positions love you.

jupiter in the 3rd house: you're very talkative and open-minded; your charm makes you very sociable, people always want to hear what you have to say. you love to learn and even more to teach, you have a special capability for turning a complex piece of knowledge and present it in a way that's interesting and easy to understand. people always see you as happy because you're capable of hiding your feelings of sadness. very hard-working and great at making decisions. sharp intelligence. talent for writing and a love for reading, you might want to continue your studies until older. you need to be careful with absorbing too much knowledge because some of it can be useless, your mind is like a literal sponge but you need to tend to it properly; you might be the type of person who wants to learn one hundred subjects at once but then you don't understand much out of all of them because you did it so hastily, it's suggested that you focus on one thing to learn at a time. very imaginative and with a need to get along with everyone. your siblings, if you have them, will play a very important part in your life. people might come a lot to you for advice. you get bored when you're not learning and exploring new things because you want to grow deeper every day.

jupiter in the 4th house: the 4th house rules our inner experience, so you might have a very rich inner world. you're thoughtful about everything and you love exploring and coming up with new philosophies because you want to take all the lessons you've learned and use them to guide you through life. strong morals. you're understanding of all those who are different. a need to heal from all your childhood trauma and to grow an independent person. your earlier years were very good and exciting, with a large family, feasts, and a busy atmosphere. even if those times are long gone, you long to experience a sense of family again, so you're very protective of your friends and want them to feel like family. loud and bold, vibrant personality. you might act like an emotional vampire in the sense that you feel the need to experience every emotion the world has to offer. a need for a cozy home and to build a family. be careful with letting family problems destroy you and with being manipulative, you receive luck when you keep the morals that are so embedded in you.

jupiter in the 5th house: you value expressing your individuality and creativity above all else in life, you can't stand having a job where you don't get to pour your personality and talents into it. you value having fun with your friends and you're very confident. courageous at heart. you might overwhelm the ones in their life by being too open and you might be seen as arrogant for being confident, but you can't help it that you're so unapologetically yourself. you want to have experiences with many partners before settling down - you fear falling in love and getting truly close to someone and, because of that, prefer casual dating. you're in touch with your inner child. you love to entertain, but you can tend to overindulge in life's pleasures and forget to work hard. the more creative you are, the luckier you feel. a talent for motivating and supporting others, you're a true leader. warm and caring nature, you're the happiest when you're around your loved ones. you have many talents that you'll discover through the years. your life stories are fascinating.

jupiter in the 6th house: you love to help people and you put a lot of pride into what you do, and because of that, you have a very attentive eye for details - you hate making mistakes of any kind and this can make you a perfectionist, but be careful with overworking yourself due to that need to take on others' burdens and make them your own. very generous, you wouldn't hesitate to share your wealth and to inspire others to be better. witty and talented, you have a dry sense of humor that's fucking hilarious. make sure you're doing things for yourself instead of only putting your energy into what others want. taking care and having a routine is important for you because you want to feel like you're bettering yourself. pets can be very healing for you. honest... to a fault sometimes, you can hurt others with your words. pets can be healing for you, especially one that's independent like you, a cat for example. working hard makes you feel proud of yourself. you value getting along with everybody in your workplace. very strong bodies, you easily heal from health issues. you have incredibly high standards, so be careful of criticizing yourself and others.

jupiter in the 7th house: you're very charming and you have a talent for softening up harsh edges, in the sense that even your enemies have respect for you because you're so diplomatic, caring and humorous. you need a partner to evolve with, someone who's as thoughtful, deep and open-minded as you. you fall in love with someone's sense of humor, intelligence, and someone with whom you share your many interests. someone to travel the world with. you're persuasive and can get others to easily compromise in your favor. you're very in tune with your emotions. a lot of luck when it comes to business. be careful with being too giving because you might be taken advantage of for your kindness, and with glossing over things because you're optimistic and only want to look at the good side of things and people. you're loved for your empathy and those closest to you find you very attractive. you have to set your priorities and boundaries straight for luck to come to you. you always look at things from both perspectives before making a decision.

jupiter in the 8th house: this placement is perhaps the most easy-going to have in the 8th house because most 8th natives have a difficult time with having sex because they need a lot of intimacy and trust, but jupiter placed here makes for someone who loves having one-night stands and can even be overindulgent when it comes to this; you might have numerous partners throughout life, jupiter brings freedom to this part of your life. you love mystery and complicated things that most would run away from. incredible survival instincts, intuition; aware of others' true intentions. problem-solving skills. sociable and warm-hearted. easily heals from emotional problems. you can be manipulative because you feel paranoid when you're not in power, losing control of your life terrifies you. being spiritual content is necessary for your fulfillment. strategic skills. you're very enigmatic, people want to know you but it's incredibly hard for someone to get close to you, you're very loyal but you fear opening up to others about your weaknesses and deepest thoughts - yet, you have the talent to read others like a book. deep and intimate relationships, even if rare, will be the most soul-changing for you.

jupiter in the 9th house: you place a lot of importance on your beliefs and finding your life purpose. you want to travel the world and to experiment all sorts of new things, like food. a love for learning and philosophy, that's what makes your soul feel full. luck comes from having faith, being hopeful with an optimistic mentality, you need to believe in yourself if you want to attract good things and being stuck in a negative mentality of self-doubt and hatred is quite possibly the worst thing that can happen to you. you want to expand your mind and soul, to know all about yourself and the world around you. freedom is very important to you because you hate conforming, and so are honesty and self-expression. incredibly intelligent and giving. talent for writing and teaching. you might often hurt others with your bluntness. you hate feeling stuck in one place which is why you love traveling, but be careful not to use this as a way to escape and run away from your problems. you're able to grasp very complex notions, you're a visionary at heart. remember to nurture your relationship with your loved ones and not only the one with yourself and the universe.

jupiter in the 10th house: you have a lot of luck and blessings when it comes to your career and your relations with other people, but be careful with becoming too lazy because you're so used to everything going your way... in those cases, your luck can turn against you. you need to put in the work and to have whatever you do and achieve aligning with your sense of purpose. confident and optimistic. you might attract a lot of jealousy because people believe you get everything too easily (which is not true!). you're open to making new friends, charming and convincing. opening your own business would be good because as much as you value social status, you also value freedom and expressing yourself through your work. leadership skills. amazing sense of humor and ability to make the best decisions. you might have a talent for manifestation because you know exactly what you want from life, aren't shy to ask for it, and confident enough to believe you'll get it. you want to share with others who have less than you. dependable and resourceful, you only want to associate yourself with those who are as ambitious as you. remember to listen to others' opinions to gain more knowledge and expand your horizons.

jupiter in the 11th house: very strong and progressive opinions. you have high ideals and want to help better the world, you're a humanitarian at heart. you feel the most cared for when you're around your friends, and new ideas and imagination might run freely between you and them when you're together. you dream of new philosophies and utopias. you do great in teamwork. very creative and non-conventional, you reject tradition and outdated ways. here, the danger of becoming too dependent on your own luck is the most prevalent! be careful with growing too lazy, you need to make things happen for yourself because that where you truly get abundant. very loving energy, you want your friends to feel protected and cared for but be careful with becoming too dependent on them. you're a ball of sunshine that brings happiness wherever you go, but don't spend too much time hanging out with your friends and identifying too much with them - you need to keep cultivating your individuality always. very knowledgeable about any subject. rich social life. big dreams and big ambitions. bravery. being generous to others not only helps you heighten your sense of self-worth and self-love but it might also prove to get luck and opportunities on your side. social causes are very dear to your heart.

jupiter in the 12th house: when you tap into your spiritual side, you’ll gain great wisdom. great intuition, you’re very in tune with your psychic nature and your surroundings; you feel a deep craving to be generous and to be a part of the collective, you’re very giving. interested in psychology and healing; you’re a deep thinker and you want to understand everything about yourself, even the dark parts because that’s how we gain knowledge and wisdom. self-doubt and getting stuck in a cycle of self-hatred can be very dangerous for you and only when you believe in yourself, your intuition and talents will luck start coming your way. be careful with trying to escape too much and with running away from your problems because this placement indicates escapism through traveling and not only physical, it’s through daydreams as well. you must stand up for yourself always. your intuition has you being very sensitive to even the most subtle of energies, you can often feel drained and with a need to recharge. meditation is recommended. using your sensitivity to help yourself and others can bring a lot of healing energy all around you.

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floral-poisons · 2 years

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Could i request jack, the leech twins, leona, idia and trey with a very short s/o? (About 150cm)

Bonus: short s/o is very strong, like the hercules kind of strong

hey anon!! of course you may! i myself am pretty short (just a little over 150 cm). this was a fun post to write especially since all the characters requested as tall asf.

TREY CLOVER

being trey’s significant other was fun. except for the fact that everyone noticed the difference in height between the two of you. trey was, in fact, huge. which makes sense considering his background as a baker.

he has quite the amused smirk on his face when people try to pick on you during pe classes only for you to absolutely demolish them in whatever you were playing.

especially if you’re throwing things. your strength is absolutely unparalleled.

leona’s kind of sad he can’t get you to join savanaclaw.

what’s better is when you have to help trey shop for groceries. he doesn’t have to worry about the gigantic bags of flour, sugar, and salt weighing you down. you’re perfectly fine carrying everything and doing the heavy lifting.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

when you first met leona, you weren’t intimidated by him. in fact, you recognized that he was very similar to the cat you had back at home (and before anyone would ask, yes you were allergic. but you were willing to do anything for cats).

leona didn’t think you were anything special when you first met. but he quickly changed his mind when you guys were in pe.

the sheer strength behind the ball you threw was enough to send him flying to the other side of the field. you had also hit him in the face, leaving him with a large bruise and some small scratches on his face for days.

when you guys got together, he showed you off like a prize. “look at my short partner. i bet they can beat your ass all day~”

people were honestly more intimidated by you than leona.

though it’s cute to see him be affectionate by instinctively holding his hand out so you don’t get lost when you two are walking in crowds. you are still short after all and he’s worried that you’ll disappear on him like you have done plenty of times (you know when your tall friend turns around and you, the short one, just suddenly disappeared into thin air).

JACK HOWL

your athlete boyfriend was so cute whenever he would bend down to give you a kiss. he understood that you had little to no strength in your toes so being on your tippy toes was such a pain.

a lot of people told you, though, that they kind of expected jack to go for someone small. “i dunno. i could just see him being with someone short.”

it was easy to see why jack fell for you though.

he liked to be a little rough while playing. and with you, he didn’t have to worry about that. even if you were a lot shorter than him.

your herculean strength revealed itself to him on accident. he threw a ball straight at your face, which you caught, but it caused you to slide back and dig your feet into the ground. the sand had come up, forming a cloud which dramatically revealed that you had not a single scratch on you. and you had caught the ball causing jack to be out.

and he completely fell in love with you that day.

JADE LEECH

jade was one half of the leech twins which everyone feared simply because the two of them were enormous in size. like how?

it’s a mystery how you and your boyfriend managed to get together because tall people scared you. especially if they were over a certain height.

jade first started interacting with you because he found you useful. you were busy helping around in the kitchen when he recognized that you were quite strong. perhaps even stronger than floyd. so he simply recruited you to help at the mostro lounge with bringing ingredients in and such.

he doesn’t enjoy the attention though when he’s walking with you. people stare because of the height difference and it’s quite...aggravating.

he prefers to be with you in private. besides, intimacy is the best when it’s behind closed doors.

FLOYD LEECH

floyd’s all about intimidating people when he first meets people. it doesn’t help that he is ginormous. but you weren’t intimidated by him when you guys first met. and he wondered why.

he found out the hard way.

when you threw him over the counter at the mostro lounge because he would not stop interrupting you and your friend’s conversation.

safe to say, he was immediately interested you. he tried to talk to you which you frequently shut down. “shrimpy, please talk to me. i must know how you got so strong~”

“it’s none of your business.” you weren’t one to flaunt your strength. and even after you warmed up to the moray, you refused to demonstrate your strength even for him.

IDIA SHROUD

even hunched over, idia still towers over you. how is meant to be this tall?! you’re kind of grateful that he doesn’t stand up straight because it would, truly, look daunting. on top of that, it would add to the intimidation factor when you first met him. a hulking figure with fire for hair? terrifying!

once you got to know him, you just found out that he’s a softie. and very anxious. and terrified of people.

so guess what his expression was when he realized just how strong you were despite how tiny you are?

terrified. and shocked. and in awe.

it’s kind of funny actually.

ortho watches as you easily pick up idia out of bed and drag him to class so he can hand in his work. it also helps that you’re beside him when he needs to ask the teacher for an extension.

afterwards, he clings onto you as you take him back to the dorm.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #heartslabyul #octavinelle #savanaclaw #ignihyde #trey clover #leona kingscholar #jack howl #jade leech #floyd leech #idia shroud

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ohmysparkle · 3 years

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🎀 Plush Baby 🎀

[Pairing] Minho (Stray Kids) x chubby Reader

[Genre] Smut

[Word Count] 4.4K

[Warnings] NSFW, smut, body insecurities

[NSFW Content] Vanilla sex, raw sex, soft soft soft (male) domination, PIV, oral (fem. receiving), body worship.

[Note] This piece was originally posted on my old account as a request. It has been edited and rewritten.

Also, I like my girls how I like my cats: soft, purring, jiggly. Just sleeping all day, occasionally meowing, being cute.

[Edit - Note 2] I remember the original request asking for a chubby reader, and my reply was that I hoped that all of my writing as inclusive enough that any reader could feel themselves represented in that scenario. I know we all have drastically different physical characteristics - but we are all beautiful. The tiny, fit little waist on one girl is as beautiful and sensual as the soft, plush and pillowy belly of another. We can all be recognized as beautiful and sexy and desired - and we should feel that way. But I wrote (and rewrote) this request with extra care because I wanted to shower some love on all chubby, full figured, plus, fat, curvy readers and I hope I do some justice to your beautiful bodies. 💕

🎀 🎀 🎀 🎀 🎀 🎀 🎀 🎀 🎀

You’re laying on his bed, in nothing but a set of plain undies. The white panties are so thin he feels he can almost make out the delicate folds that decorate your vulva, and if you only spread them a little further he’d be so proud if he saw a little wet and sticky stain on them, making them stick to your skin. Your hands are gripping each other, as you try to sink yourself onto the bed, somehow shielding yourself in your shyness, but all it does is force your arms to push your breasts together. He sighs in delight as he takes in your body, every curve, every soft fold and pocket of flesh, every supple crest.

A soft and warm, plush goddess before his eyes, on his bed, just at his fingertips…

He’s been dreaming of the day he’d be able to see you like this, and he’s been coaxing you day by day; making sure you’re comfortable with him, letting you know he thinks you’re beautiful, assuring you that any intimacy with him would be about your pleasure and his efforts to lay all his love on you.

His kisses were always more than just kisses, he’d do everything to reassure you, let you know how he felt. Every profession of how beautiful he found you was deep and genuine - and sometimes he felt like he was healing a precious little wounded animal that had been scarred by the cruel words of past lovers.

You’ve been shy, and insecure. He understands, but it breaks his heart a little because he just wants you to bask in confidence and find yourself as beautiful as he does. If only you could see yourself with his eyes, he thinks…

If only you could understand the desire he feels… from the moment he saw you. Your cute rounded cheeks, expressive and squishy. The beautiful way your thighs would move as you walked, his eyes traveling up whatever skirt you wore, thinking about the plush and bouncy bum underneath. How your breasts spilled so beautiful when you moved around, especially when you lay on your back and your cleavage would become so accentuated in any top you wore. The softness at your waist, supple and warm… he couldn’t resist pinching at a little pocket of fat in your back or your hip whenever he hugged you, despite you hating it at first, thinking he was teasing you.

But he wasn’t… he wouldn’t tease you in that way. He’s only tease you in a loving and playful manner. If only you could understand how pretty you were in his eyes.

It has taken time, for him to chip away at your walls. Sometimes he got carried away in you, wanting to use all of his tricks to have you wet and weakened to his whim, because the thought of touching, kissing, fucking you was too much. He’d impatiently shiver at the thought alone.

But it wasn’t just about what he wanted - because he wouldn’t want it if you didn’t, and he wouldn’t enjoy it unless you did twice as much. He could see something, hesitation, or fear perhaps, always lingering behind your eyes. He knows how you sometimes shielded those insecurities with smiles, but your body would freeze and tense…

So many things you needed time to heal. Every glance from a stranger toward him and you would have you second guessing, or when a girl would try to flirt with him you’d be completely dejected. And he’s kiss it all away, drown your thoughts out with soft words. Again and again, no matter how many times. It would tire anyone out.

He’s been so patient, he’s always patient for you. Gladly, happily patient. He knows when to let you take the lead and set the pace, or when you need him to encourage you and guide you. And now, to finally have you here on his bed, body laying beneath his… well, the months long effort has borne fruits.

He sits beside you, looking down at you, lost in admiration. He’s eating you up with his eyes, staring down at every curve and dip along your body. You don’t know if it’s good or bad, and your hands are bunched up, tense against your chest as your chin rests over them. He worries you’re feeling doubtful, but for a moment his eyes are lost in your figure and he doesn’t notice. From some angles, his eyes seem so sharp and intimidating, but the feeling in them is tender and comforting, just like the look of worry he casts you once he notices your tension.

Minho gently takes your hands in his, separating their tight grip and kiss omg the knuckles on each one before guiding each area to rest at your side.

“Just relax, baby girl…” he hushes. His voice… you feel it make you shiver, running deep within you. It’s deep, soothing, almost like a purr - but he’s so much less harmless than those kitties he loves… It’s a mix between being stalked by a predator, making you feel small and fearful, and being comforted and lulled by a strong presence that blankets you.

You try relax, and tense little huffs of breath leave you. He knows you’re having a hard time so he decides to reassure you one last time before asking if you want to continue.

“Baby girl…” he whispers after leaning closer to you, clicking his tongue, the tip of his nose almost brushing your temple, “you’re beautiful, I adore you, and I think everything about you is beautiful. I’m going to treat you like a princess and I promise I’ll make you feel good, but we won’t do that if you’re not comfortable first, ok?”

You gulp and nod, and the next deep breath you take does dissolve tension a bit. Your mind is made up, you’re absolutely sure, but still you feel the slightest bit afraid to say so… Minho is so, so, perfect, and protective and doting. You logically know he won’t do anything wrong, that he’d never hurt you - so why are you so terrified of all of this?

“I want to. Just… slowly, ok?” You finally say, and he smiles at you with pride - pride in you for being comfortable with the prospect of intimacy, and your trust in him. Pride in himself knowing he’s made you comfortable… it makes you smile too.

Minho begins as he had always dreamed of doing with you. His fingers dance with anticipation before he dares dip them against your flesh. He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead before commencing to roam his hands all over your body.

He gently grips the flesh of your thighs and hips, while leaning down to kiss the tops of your breasts as the spill out from the cups of your bra. You begin to sigh and sink in relaxation. He lets his palms lightly glide over the skin, feeling so soft and powdery, your hairs there velvety, peach-like…

“So beautiful baby, so soft, you feel perfect…” he says with a pinching squeeze of the mound of flesh at your waist that pokes out from the waistband of your underwear. It makes you whine a little bit he rubs it with the heat in his palm to soothe the sting. It’s with these little pains, the pinches, the digging of his fingers into your mounds of plumpness, and then the soft massages and tender touches, that he gets you to melt.

Your legs seem to naturally spread for him, and now his free hand roams between the softness of your inner thighs. Now, that by far, was the tenderest thing he had ever touched, and to think he’d soon be burying himself within them… He kneads them, enjoying the jiggly feeling of them in his hands and how perfectly his finger dug into the almost powdery flesh. So, so soft. Handfuls of supple, warm and jiggly fat for him to feel and play with. He looks at how he moves your flesh about, how voluptuous and sensual it all looks…

You deserve a kiss there, he thinks. You can’t deny that he’s relaxed you to such a point that your body melds in accordance to his manipulation. Your legs spread and he grunts a bit at the warmth that radiates off of you and the slight scent of your arousal through your panties. He digs his face into one of your thighs, nudging it, until he latches his lips on to a particularly soft nook of flesh and sucks. The hiss that leaves you makes his cock twitch, and he’s in awe at how well your thigh mends against his mouth as he sucks, and how sweet your skin tastes when he runs his tongue over it.

How is it possible that this plush, voluptuous angel belongs to him? He is drunk on the kisses and sucks and licks that he gives to that one thigh, and when you begin to shake him off one leg, he moves on to the other. He wants to keep kissing, but he also just wants to melt into you, your pillowy figure being too perfect for him.

At some point, his hands begin to travel back upwards, and he hooks his fingers under your high waisted underwear to slip them down to your hips, leaving your cunt clothed but exposing your tummy. Minho begins to grope at the flesh there, massaging and munching it together, pressing his hands into every inch of your skin, and he’s looking down at you.

It’s ticklish, or maybe you feel it tickles because you’re nervous, or because that’s a part of yourself you’ve always thought should be covered or avoided, left completely unacknowledged despite its exposure. Yet Minho… his eyes, the way he touched you; it all showed genuine love and arousal.

You had feared this moment for so long, but you didn’t feel scared now. Not with the way he was looking at you and touching you, not with the way he was making you feel; beautiful, sexy, attractive. It’s what you were, and he felt that way too. He grabs at your waist, digging his hands roughly into the mounds in your abdomen and he presses his entire body against you. Slowly, Minho leans down for a kiss to your pretty lips as he grinds against one of your thighs.

“My sweet girl… please tell me you want us to keep going… please.” He begs.

“Yes.” Is all you can reply after rewarding his mouth with your whimpers.

Minho leans back on his thighs as he tore his shirt off, providing you with the sight of his defined torso. Chiseled, sharp, masculine - not a line of softness in him. The two of you are exact opposites and it makes it all the better for how your two figures complement the touch and feeling of the other. He dives back in, kissing along your soft belly, up towards your bra and between your breast, until finally he’s back at your mouth. His body lays on you, and while you feel firm and detailed flesh, he relishes in the plushness of your body and how it seems to embrace him. He rubs his own pecs over the lace of your bra, stimulating his pretty brown nipples, and he groans into your mouth. Your response is to roll your hips upward, against the erection that’s growing inside of his sweatpants.

“Minho, I want you - anything, I can’t wait anymore…” you plead while pushing him off. You begin to take your bra off, and he removes his pants and briefs in one go, revealing his hardening cock under a tuft of trimmed dark hair. You’re desperate now, and confident too, and you lay back to peel your own underwear off.

Fuck, the way you cunt is nestled between your plump thighs and soft abdomen, your lips peaking from your protruding vulva. His mouth is watering, and despite his reservations about being gentle and not startling you, he’s quick to grab your ankles and press your legs apart so he can burry is face in your pussy. He doesn’t have an ounce of control left because the sight of you has made him but a stupid animal.

He presses a firm kiss to your musky and moistened lips, inhaling sharply at that scent he’s sure would drive any man to the point of insanity. They’re just slightly tacky and they stick to his lips in the most pleasant way until the fluids of your arousal start to spread about and mix with his saliva, making everything glide more easily. He’s moaning and grunting against you and it makes you feel so aroused that you feel yourself pulsating within. He licks your lips, lathering them up with his saliva, he sucks at your clit.

Long strokes of his tongue run over your labia, his hands massage the outer sides of your vulva too, until he uses them to slightly spread your pussy, so his tongue more easily glides between your lips. The workings of his hand, massaging you around your vulva leaves you in awe to how sensitive every part of you was - something you likely wouldn’t have discovered without an expert and generous lover like Minho.

And then it all centers at the little sucks and nibs to your lips that tease you, and the way he stimulates your clitoris with his muscle to make your entire body jolt.

A finger expertly slips its way inside, and he keeps his hand facing downward, so the underside of his finger stimulates a different part of your walls that you wouldn’t even think of touching on your own. He twists them about, letting the little joints in his fingers circle every part of your cunt, exploring and pleasing everything. He begins to finger you with determination and it’s just not enough. You need more. Still, his mouth on your mound feels so good, and he tears away to slobber all over your vulva and leave your lips soaked and glistening. You can feel his drool dripping between your thighs and down your slit toward your ass.. Never had a man done this to you like this, and Minho had no restraint, he was proudly pleasing you with his mouth, devouring you like an animal, shamelessly soiling you with a mix of your fluids and his own spit.

“Minho!” You whine, and he knows what it means. Fuck, he nearly wants to bite into you until your screaming and squirting…

He pulls you by your hips and raises your thighs back, so that the lower part of you cunt is slightly more exposed. With his palms supporting your thighs, his thumbs inch toward your labia to spread you open. You hold your legs up by your ankles to make it easier for him, but you almost kick them away when you feel his tongue prod at your hole.

He presses his face harder and harder against your fleshy cunt, making sure his tongue gets in as deep as possible. He finds you’re full of slick and thick nectar that tastes heavenly and filthy on his tongue, and he juggles the muscle in his mouth as best as he can within your hole. You whine and cry and clench but it’s not far enough inside, not even with his finger rubbing at your clit so fiercely.

If only he could go deeper. This isn’t enough for him either.

“I need to be in you now doll, please.” He was getting ready, expecting your answer to be a yes.

“Damn it - yes!” You whine, feeling desperate all over with a sensation you couldn’t shake that you felt made you churn with uneasiness. You needed him to fill you, and it was causing near hysteria.

Minho doesn’t care about delicacy now. He slips his cock in and slams it. You’re wet enough, horny enough, and damn it but your swollen and wet pussy looks so damn fuckable that he knows its aching for his cock. You cry in agony and ecstasy, it stings and burns at a certain point where his fingers did not reach you before, but it also feels so fucking good because his fat and solid cock hits the right spots inside of you in the first thrust.

“Fuck…” you cry, trying to force your thighs together in discomfort. He hushes you and lowers himself to your face, resting his weight on his elbows and resting his abdomen against your supple tummy, his hips force your legs open still.

“Sorry, my baby girl,” he says kissing your face, panting in his own despair, “I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean to… I wasn’t thinking…” as he whines your arms wrap around him and your legs begin to hook onto his. You feel like your melting against him and he against you, and it causes you to roll your hips back and forth against his, slowly, and with your bodies firmly pressed together.

You’d make it seem like it hurt even more just to have him dote on you and treat you so preciously. It made something inside of you swoon to think that you’re almost delicate in his embrace, how the very thing that brings you pleasure can also hurt because the entire act is so vulnerating.

You whine at the feeling, and he takes the cue to roll against you. You feel his pelvis rub against your clit, his bush tickling at your bare cunt. The stroke and glide of him inside of your sends shivers throughout you, and you can feel him making contact with every ridge and grove of your wet cavern. Still, a little stretch lingers because that massive cock of his is incomparable to anything that’s been inside of you before.

The pain is good, it makes everything sharper. It’s like the little sting of a blade, and the pleasure like a stream of water to soothe it. You’re drunk in it, completely overwhelmed and mindless. The only thing tethering you to the earth itself is the feeling of his body in your arms, you clinging to him, and him clinging onto you.

He’s kissing all over your face, and when he needs to catch his breath he rests his forehead against yours. Your grasping desperately to scratch his back, shoulders and biceps, and finally you pull at his hair.

You feel the need for more of him, more harshly, you whine more desperately and you tense after each breath, he can tell. He pulls back, tearing your hands from his scalp and he pulls out of you, making you twitch and clench at the emptiness he’s suddenly left behind and you audibly weep at the sensation.

“Minho!” You cry as you raise yourself on your arms to see him glistening with sweat, and his proud cock drenched with globs of your fluids.

“Not yet, baby girl… Let me, just relax.” Trust me, he seems to say.

You’re whining and pressing your legs together but he tears them open by the knees and blows against your clit. It felt awful, driving your desperation further, making you want more and more, which he was cruelly denying you. You want to cry, it seems like the only outlet for such an onslaught of unnamable emotions.

The sight of a tear trailing down your damp and pretty face is enough to make him coo… his sensitive, pretty girl, so precious…

“I want to fuck you another way now, baby, it’ll be so good…” He growls, voice deep, but still desperate, still seeking permission. You know you’ll say yes. “Get on all fours, doll.”

You obey, shyly. His strong arms don’t leave you, guiding you, making sure you are in the right position. It makes you feel exposed, vulnerable, and you can feel him prowling behind you, but his warmth still comforts and envelops you. You arch your back as best as you can to look good and he appreciates it - a lot.

He grabs each cheek of your ass, groping the flesh to expose your sopping cunt. He groans at the sight, like an animal. Your wet and slick with sweat all over, glistening for him, letting his hands slide all over your ass and back. With a quick smack to your ass he alerts you, You yelp. And once more, the sting is soothed by a kiss, a tender hand kneading that spot he just abused.

He travels up your spine, his body brushing against yours, and you can feel his hands at your shoulders, his breath on your neck. With a soft kiss, he presses you down and soon he pushes you onto the mattress, your hips still held up by your legs.

You can feel him groping you all over, leaving searing and wet kisses along your spine. You’re desperate and your hips wiggle in desperation.

“Minho….”

“Not long now, baby doll. I promise.” He says tenderly.

He keeps one hand at your hip as he pumps himself, and guides his head back between your folds, whimpering loudly, so unlike how he has kept his demeanor. How is it possible for such a sensation to exist? That perfect moment where your soft lips suck the head of his cock and guide them into your tightening walls, so wet and comforting, stimulating every inch of him.

He can’t help himself, again, lost in you. He begins to buck his hips, slapping the skin of your ass with his pelvis each time, making you cry into the mattress. You soon feel him still and he reaches down to bunch up your hair and pulls you back, snapping his hips into you once more.

His touches are so forceful, the veins and muscles in his arms tightening as he manhandles you. But it’s the languid kisses that let you know that the baseline of it all is render, and again, they wash away and pain, any sting.

The discomfort makes your desperation grow, the restlessness makes the sensation of his cock ever better within your sensitive cunt. The harshness mixed with the tenderness is perfect, and you feel like you want more of it.

He pulls you back all the way so your back is pressed against his, chest both of you sitting and supporting your bodies on your legs. Your head is angled back so your neck is exposed to him as he thrusts up into you, and his eyes wander to your bouncing breasts. He fucks you harder so the bounce and jiggle of your tits becomes even more erratic, and he doesn’t know where his hands should stay.

He slaps his hand against one of them, pinching your nipple - it makes you scream in pleasure. The other digs into your tummy, scratching at the soft skin there, latching onto any mound he can find.

It doesn’t take long now. You cum, and it’s lasts a while as he keeps going inside of you, he fucks into you until his own orgasm arrives, and draws your pleasure out until the point that your walls spasm around him again, trapping his cock against your leaking orifice. He wraps his arms around you and you lean against him, head thrown back to lean on his shoulder and he buries his face in your neck. You stay there, with only the heaving of your breaths moving your bodies as you both recuperate from the highs.

Slowly, he roams his hands all over your front, soothing you and giving reassuring squeezes, everywhere - your thighs, tummy, breasts, sides, waist. He is all over your body.

Minho slightly moves to guide you both to lay in your sides but the lightest pull of his cock makes you hiss in sensitivity. He tenses at the noise, and is all the more gentle as he lays you both down.

He kisses your shoulder, brushes your hair back with his fingers, while his other arm still circles beneath your soft waist.

“Perfect…” he hums into your ear, and you can’t help but break a smile because you know he’s referring to you.

You’re both filthy, sweaty, dirty, but it’s perfect. He pulls a blanket from his side to cover the two of you, as he pets you, and occasionally lets out a giddy giggle.

“What’s funny?” you question once you feel like you’ve returned to your body.

“Nothing!” He giggles again. “I’m just happy?”

“Hmm…” You hum contently.

“I’m happy you’re happy, I’m happy we made each other happy.” He adds while lightly rocking you, sighing against your body and how perfect it feels to rest against you and your warmth.

“You do make me very happy.” you quietly confess, and it’s such a simple but deep statement.

Minho blushes and buries himself against you, quite proud of himself himself, satisfied by the work he’s done with your body, and kisses you mindlessly… until he falls asleep thinking of all the ways he can keep making you happy.

#stray kids smut #skz smut #lee know #lee know smut #stray kids minho smut #minho smut

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aetherarf · 3 years

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If you’re comfortable writing this, can you write a part 2 of the cheating scenario on Diluc’s side where the reader thinks about what he said more after leaving and realizes he didn’t consent to what happened and they go back to him?

Of course!! I guess I ended up making him the more redeemable... i should mention the last part of that story was very much him trying to... well. the warning will tell you.

[[ WARNING: ANGST, MENTION OF SELF HARM, MENTION OF R@PE ]]

[[ Summary: After a mistake, one where he could barely think and essentially poisoned by alcohol... you realize, after some thought, that it wasn't so much he cheated, but he was... sick. Literally.

Part One Here

Word Count: 1'962 ]]

You had left him, in a fit of anger and pain and betrayal. He told you that he cheated, and while, a little later, you could commend him for telling you so bluntly, without any flowery extra dialogue or excuses, only the pure truth...

That doesn't change what happened. If it happened once, it'll happen again.

You sat alone, glad you hadn't taken him up on his offer to move in just yet... You had a few things over there, that you were probably never going to get back... but that was fine. Things could be replaced. Sadly, time couldn't be.

For awhile you just minded your own business, guiltily thinking over everything. Were you good enough? Is that why he cheated? Or were the two of you nothing?

You found yourself walking to the Angel's Share, wanting to see some old friends to talk to... just to feel a little better, but you froze as the door was open--What were you doing, walking right into his establishment that he often bartended...

No, but he wasn't here. Charles was sitting there, and he glanced at you, a look of... pain, perhaps? in his eye, but he said nothing, pouring a mug for some random man, who took it and walked off immediately.

You decided to just leave, without a single word. No one stopped you, but why would they?

That night, you instead went to the Cat's Tail, not touching a drop of alcohol, simply some non-alcoholic, but sugary sweet drinks as you pet the kitties, leaving for a few moments to get them some treats. It was a nice distraction, even if that fluffy red cat in the corner kept reminding you of Diluc...

Moving was sounding like a tempting option, but you'd give yourself a few more days at least before making a serious decision. Your heart was aching and tender, you needed at least a little time.

The next day, you went out, stocked up on food, and did nothing but hide inside from the rest of the world. The next, you didn't even leave, you just hid.

Finally, you decided to try Angel's Share. You weren't as familiar with the people in the Cat's Tail... and maybe Kaeya was there? He knew Diluc better than even you, and he could, maybe, give some outside insight... even if he hated your guts, he could at least shed some light onto the reality.

You dressed oddly, trying to hide from the world in a hood, head lowered. As you walked in, however, you realized this was unnecessary, as Charles was still working the counter.

You took your hood off, and sat at the bar, "Hey, Charles."

"Greetings," he said, having been putting something under the counter as you sat down, "What do you want?"

"Is Kaeya here?" You asked... he looked at you oddly.

"No, left in a rush. Some Knightly business." He probably knew more, he was a smart man who knew when to speak and when to seal his lips.

"... has, uhm," you felt like an idiot, but you wanted to ask, "Has Diluc been around? I haven't heard of anything about him lately." Not a total lie, there was always gossip about him. But--he sighed, and shook his head.

"No one in Mondstadt has seen him in a few days."

Your heart sunk--you aren't even entirely sure why.

"Some wonder if he died, and they're trying to figure what to do with the Winery," He looked at you oddly, "Some say he's sick," He began cleaning a glass, "Some say he's just left on some private business. But that's all I heard."

You knew that, just before... that night, there had been high-strung gossip about some drama, about how Diluc had caused issue with the Knights again ( something thrown drastically out of proportion ), and if there was sudden silence...

"Sorry for taking up your time, thank you, I remembered I have something to do," He just nodded as you pushed yourself up, rushing out of the building.

Charles just shook his head, knowing better to even mutter... someone always liked to listen.

...

"Master Diluc," Adelinde said, her voice soft, "Do you need anything."

"I'm fine." He said, weakly. His skin was pale, and he looked beyond just sick. Too much alcohol, even a glass caused him to spew blood, from his dramatic moment where he wanted to spew out his insides to stop breathing, it had taken a massive toll on his body.

However, he had done little to nothing, too weak to fight it. A broken heart plus physical damage was a battle seldom won. But, he would, somehow, even if another part of him died.

He knew better. After... after what had happened, the only other time he truly tried at intimacy ended to agonizingly, he shouldn't have tried a second time, but he did.

He would not try a third.

The door to his room opened, and Adelinde walked over, the sound of hushed whispers, before it clicked shut and she turned back to Diluc.

"You... have a visitor."

Diluc was silent.

"It's... them." Adelinde said, with no small degree of fear and worry, and for the first time, he pushed himself up--his head was reeling, flopping back onto the bed, his hand over his eye, groaning.

Blood loss did that.

"Did they," he inhaled, "Did they say what they wanted?"

"They said 'just to talk.'

He, much slower this time, shifted to sit up. "Have them sit in the main room and wait, I need a moment."

"Are you alright alone?" She asked, as though it was not the only thing he had asked for. His silence was enough to tell her, and she left the room, the door clicking behind her.

He got dressed--Tempted to wear his normal coat, but he opted for a simple outfit that looked decent enough. He was too tired for anything else. Finally, he got up, and walked slowly, wondering if he should have had you come straight in... but, no, he knew better to ask of that.

You were sitting, waiting and twiddling your thumbs, looking up as he walked by. You stood, but he sat down in a chair near to you, but giving you enough space that you'd have to stand up to reach him...

A tactical move.

You sat back down, trying to just get a little closer.

"I'm very tired," he said, "So please tell me what you need from me."

His words were harsh, he was not trying to send you away, to scare you off. He enjoyed, to a degree, seeing you close once again, but it was agony as well, ripping his heart in two. He would not prolong the conversation, but he would not force it to a halt.

Emotions were hard to endure.

"I-I just... I didn't hear anything about you recently." You were worried.

Were you afraid of having to live with the guilt of an unstable man?

"I'm sick, and weak, but fine. I've just been recovering."

You swallowed thickly, "May I ask what from?"

He hesitated, tugging at his sleeves, wishing he had put on a pair of gloves to fiddle with, "Alcohol reaction. It tore up my insides quite badly." He explained, "I'll be fine in a week or so."

... You knew it hurt him, but... this bad?

"That's... okay." You didn't know what to say... and finally sighed. "I want to... I didn't, I left too soon. I didn't... think about you at all, and I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I cheated, that's all there was."

If he was honest, he felt disgusted. He didn't... he didn't remember the face of the woman--was it even a woman? But he felt... awful, sick, torn up. Just like...

The first time.

He shuddered.

"Is that all?" He asked.

"I want to know what happened," you stated, half wanting to hope maybe it was a misunderstanding. If he had, while in his drunken, and admittedly air deprived state, kissed some woman and thought it was you... You could forgive that.

However, he just looked down.

"I..." he swallowed thickly, "I don't remember much. I was pressured into drinking alcohol, and I couldn't spit it all out."

"Who pressured you?"

"I don't remember. It was... some sort of tense situation. I think there was a man, and a woman, and she wouldn't drink it. It was... tense... I think I drank it. She was upset, and eventually ran off, I don't remember."

"... Was it drugged?"

Diluc's eyes widened for a moment.

"I," he struggled to think, "That may have been why I drank it, to... stop her from drinking it."

You were scared to hear the rest of the story.

"I drank it, Charles was there, and I went to the back. I don't-everything was fuzzy. Someone's mouth... on me, then they..."

There were tears in his eyes, and he wobbled a little in his seat.

"I'm sorry, I... I don't think I can keep speaking, it... hurts."

"It hurts?"

He nodded, tears on his face, with all the vulnerability of a young child who was scared and alone.

You weren't stupid.

"Did you... want it?" You asked, and he shook his head,

"No," he was choked up, openly crying as he tried to hide it, "No, no... I didn't."

You didn't care about this distance, standing up, gently resting your hand on his leg, and then holding him. He hugged you, but he felt so weak.

"I'm so sorry," You felt yourself tearing up--you had to be strong. Not only did something horrific happen to him, which he could scarcely speak of, but you had made it all worse by punishing him for it.

"I want to be there for you, I want to take care of you... I'm sorry, I fucked up. I understand if you're upset, or mad, and if you don't forgive me..."

Suddenly, and for only a moment, his hug had crushing force, pulling you closer.

"I just don't want to be alone."

"You won't be alone," you cooed, sweetly, "Do... you want to go to bed?"

He nodded, weakly whimpering, and you helped him to his feet, the two of you walking ahead to the bedroom--Not missing how badly he struggled. You knew his allergy to alcohol was bad, but this bad?

You made your way in, ignoring the harsh and confused looks of the staff, shutting the door behind you.

Everything looked the same as you left, and you helped him sit down, how he... slumped, weakly.

"Do you want to get undressed?"

Slowly, he nodded, and you started with his shirt, pulling it off, tossing it to the side, resolving to let the maids deal with it later... But, you froze, seeing bandages on his arms, you grabbing his hand and pulling it a little closer to you, looking at it.

"What happened?" You asked, and he was... quiet.

"I felt..." He was trying to think, and refused to look at you, "Unclean. I... In a moment, I... thought I could claw it off."

"... Is this why you're so weak."

Slowly, he nodded, and then looked up at you with the look of a puppy that was about to be punished, "Are you mad at me?" He asked, voice aquiver as he was about to cry.

Are you mad, you thought, yes, but only at whoever hurt you.

"No," you said, sitting down beside him, hugging him, feeling him lean his weight into you, "But I want you to look for help, someone who can help you."

He nodded, still weakly holding onto you.

"I didn't think it'd happen again."

Again. How horrifying a single word could be.

"You don't have to deal with it by yourself, this time."

#genshin impact #diluc #genshin diluc #diluc x reader #genshin diluc x reader #angst #angsty bark #hurt and comfort #// thats a tag now #bark writes #???#fluffy bark #// for the end #// tossing in some other messed up hcs i also have but havent talked about

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callistolivia · 4 years

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The Moon; Showing Love/Needing Love

The Moon is a vital component to our personalities. It can show us how we go about showing love for others (and ourselves) and in what aspects we need love. Within the birth chart, positive interchanges between the Moon and personal planets can demonstrate a healthy and developed Moon sign; this is especially true with positive interchanges to Venus. These individuals hold special value in showing love and comfort for others and themselves. We can see a similar outcome in synastry charts when one individual’s Moon has positive interchanges with the other person’s Sun, Moon, or Venus. A positive interchange between one person’s Sun and another person’s Moon demonstrates the most natural compatibility two people could have. These relationships often have the most ease because one individual’s core or character (Sun) aids and uplifts the other’s needs (Moon). Similarly, compatibility between two Moons represents ease in a relationship as two people share like-minded needs; Positive Moon and Venus interchanges in synastry demonstrate ease in understanding and fulfilling another person’s needs.

Aries Moon

How they show love: An Aries’ innate curiosity is their not-so-subtle way of demonstrating love. Aries will go out of their way to spend time with the people they love and actively display interest in them. They can be very passionate and excitable around those they love, like every friend or loved one is another log in their firepit. Aries can also frustratingly push for activity with their loved ones, such as new experiences. They are very impatient and forceful towards the people they care about, but it is simply because they’d love to see them on the same level of hype as they are. Aries’ also demonstrate their love by confidence boosting or role modeling their energy.

What they need: Aries really need patience from others to feel loved and understood; they know they can be frustrating, but they will appreciate those who bare with them. They also really need someone to match their energy or someone to validate their energy; someone to riot with, or someone who is willing to understand their riot. Calming an Aries storm is a plus in their world too.

Taurus Moon

How they show love: A Taurus’ love language tend to fall in line with physical touch and specific acts of service. While physical touch is more obvious (hugs, kisses, cuddles, etc.), acts of service tends to play out in a very background kind of way. Taurus Moon individual’s can quietly carry an entire family’s burden on their backs and be a sanctuary of security and comfort. All who they love the dearest is their babies in their mind. They go out of their way to nurture the emotional well-being of others. In their network of love, they work the hardest and serve their own plate last.

What they need: Physical touch and outlets to relax. The fixed signs, such as Taurus, are guilty of holding onto emotional tension which then turns into physical tension. They need to be shown that they too can be cradled into someone’s arms and melt away. Taurus love massages, dedicated time to rest, and having some of the workload taken off of them. Good food doesn’t hurt also!

Gemini Moon

How they show love: Geminis are the spending quality time type. They can ease away tensions and anxieties with their ability to distract. Gemini Moons have an abundant presence, so while they can lead conversations, they can also direct comfortable silences too. They are great at reading the room and they are perceptive of the technicalities of others needs. With their cooled approach, they will rationalize and come up with creative ways to aid these needs. Their mental toolbox is chalked-full of ideas; “maybe you need to look at it from this perspective,” “I have just the movie for this,” “let’s go for a walk and talk it out!”

What they need: Their chilled exterior can often hide lots of inner anxieties. They really need someone to listen to their tangents. They also really need someone to tell them not to over rationalize their feelings, “you’re just feeling like this, there doesn’t need to be a because, and that’s okay.” They need people to spend their abundant, emotional energies with; vent about it, joke about it, etc.

Cancer Moon

How they show love: Cancers are very protective of their emotional world, so opening that world up to someone is their way of demonstrating love. Emotional vulnerability portrays their deepest act of sincerity. A Cancer’s innate mothering qualities is another way they demonstrate love. They want to create security for their loved ones as well as encourage personal growth. They reassure loved ones directly that their love is unconditional and uncircumstantial. Cancers are very sentimental about physical togetherness, so quality face-to-face time is an important aspect to how they show love.

What they need: Cancers need that natural nurturing quality returned. As much as they want to create security and comfort for their loved ones, they too need others to shield for them. Cancers need to be shown that they are safe; one can do this by dedicating time spent with a Cancer, perhaps inviting them over to your home or spending time at home in a familiar environment.

Leo Moon

How they show love: Leos are known for praise and thoughtfulness. Leos like showing love through acknowledging others accomplishments that have been forgotten or overlooked. Leos are great at figuring out what is important to others and demonstrating praise, approval, and confidence building language. Leos can also be very thoughtful; they aren’t the “gift-giving” type, though when they find things that remind them of their dearest companions and loved ones, they will go out of their way to give gifts with special meaning. Similar to how a cat chooses whose lap to curl up in, Leos also show love by making one feel “chosen.”

What they need: Leos need verbal and physical praise. Leos find themselves in situations of self-doubt when without reminders of affirmation. Compliments, advice, pats on the back, and encouragement are a few ways to demonstrate affirmation. When in doubt though, a long hug goes a long way with Leos.

Virgo Moon

How they show love: Virgos choose their words carefully and eloquently and this is how we can acknowledge their way of showing love. Though they are not one of the outright expressive Moon signs such as Cancer, they’ll know exactly what to say or write to make someone feel loved. Though cliché for a Virgo, acts of service is also their way of demonstrating care. They don’t mind doing the small things just to make someone’s life a little easier. Virgos also love leaving things better than when they first found them; physical improvements equate to mental improvements. Virgos also have a tendency of checking in with their loved ones; “have you eaten the right food today?,” “a shower might make you feel better,” “did you get enough fresh air today?,” etc.

What they need: Virgos need acknowledgement that they are doing enough. There is a major tendency towards inadequacy and guilt when they feel like they aren’t doing the right things or enough things. Virgos need reminders of what they’ve accomplished and improvements they’ve made thus far. Remedy their nerves with tea and quality time; nothing can make a Virgo feel more loved than showing them life can be simple.

Libra Moon

How they show love: Libras really set aside their own emotional needs for others; they would much rather please others than have to deal with their emotional world. They graciously give and bend their energy to their loved ones to promote harmony and contentment in their lives; “how can I make them feel comfortable?,” “how can I make them feel wanted?,” how can I make them feel luxurious?” They can be zealous in their efforts to beautify the world around their loved ones. Libras are absolutely the gift-giving type and they don’t need an occasion for it either. They enjoy surprising their loved ones and spoiling them when they can.

What they need: Libras need to see gratitude for their efforts. Libra Moons live in an emotional world best described as “I don’t know,” so words of affirmation from their loved ones is very important. They also genuinely like hearing what you want from them as they are eager to please. Give Libras decisiveness and they will feel loved.

Scorpio Moon

How they show love: A Scorpio demonstrates love with extreme obviousness and intensity. Their love is the smothering kind. Since Scorpios like control over their emotional world, the love they give, and the love they recieve, they use many modes of love languages. Physical and emotional intensity are the most obvious. They have an aggressive neediness for their loved ones; if they need you, they won’t beat around the bush about it, they will go and get you. Scorpios demonstrate the peak of their love when they reveal secrets and create or bond over a secret with another.

What they need: Scorpios really need vulnerability from others. A lot of that “control-freak” persona Scorpio holds is from fear. By actively creating an environment of trust for them, they will feel loved and like they have a special bond. Scorpios really need emotional intimacy. Scorpios can also feel loved by others who give them a sense of purpose.

Sagittarius Moon

How they show love: Sagittarius’ best demonstrate love through offering experiences. New experiences, trips, and special outings are a few ways Sagis’ try to ignite the light in another’s eyes. They acknowledge the special bonds formed through experiences or shared learnings. Sagittarius’ will go out of there way to place that booking, whether it be a concert, a campsite, hotel, or a niche workshop. Don’t feel like leaving the house? Sagis’ can get pretty creative around the house too; crafting, new recipes to try, documentaries to stream, new hobbies to take up. Honestly, don’t even be surprised if your Sagittarius brings home a tattoo gun one day. Sagittarius’ love through excitement.

What they need: Sagittarius’ really need mutual excitement and enthusiasm. They find comfort in those who truly listen to their philosophies and laugh at their jokes. Sagittarius’ really need to feel like they are a part of something, so family-like networks are also very important to their well-being despite being considered one of the more “flighty” or independent signs. An ear from many can make a Sagi’ feel truly loved.

Capricorn Moon

How they show love: Capricorns are not always direct in expressing love, but you can really tell one loves you when you are including in their life plans and goals. Capricorns have an innate need to control, so they often express love through being a providing or protective figure in their loved one’s lives. They provide a backbone or structure to their loved ones that would be extremely noticeable if they weren’t around. Capricorns also tend to provide guidance and mentorship to demonstrate care. Capricorns can be quite stingy as well, so if one spends their money on you, it says a lot!

What they need: They need people who can show them the more direct and vulnerable forms of love. They really need intense physical and emotional care; those who can introduce them to these realms of love. Saturn energy can make a person very structured and rigid so they need a good dose of warmth in their life to feel loved.

Aquarius Moon

How they show love: Without trines or sextiles, Aquarius’ showing love can be very subtle, hence why this placement is infamously known for being “unemotional.” However, Aquarius’ are fantastic lovers; they often demonstrate love through validation. Aquarius’ have a keen idea of what it’s like to be misunderstood so they’re the ones who are best at making others feel like they’re not a black sheep. They have a “being weird is okay” mentality when the focus isn’t on themselves, so if an Aquarius validates your off-beatness, it most definitely means they love you.

What they need: Aquarius’ really need validation in return for the validation they’re known for giving. Relatability is one way of demonstrating validity. Similar to Taurus and the other Fixed signs, their emotional tension leads to physical crystallization. Creating outlets to release their emotional tension as well as physical touch to aid the built-up tension are two of Aquarius’ biggest needs.

Pisces Moon

How they show love: Pisces have a large capacity to love and they demonstrate this through empathy and their fully immersed listening. They want to help their loved ones through giving advice, relating, or just lending their ear. Pisces are sensitive and openly vulnerable about how they are feelings and this is in hopes that others will relate and connect to them through this. Pisces are always the ones to step into the uncharted territories of the emotional world, leading others behind them; comforting, helping, teaching.

What they need: Pisces really need guidance and clarity. They feel loved when someone is guiding them and giving them definitive truth to how they are feeling. Pisces can often get mixed up about their own feelings, so the ones who really look out for them, Pisces will remember and cherish. Those who show a willingness to connect also make Pisces feel loved; Pisces would absolutely be enthralled by a nap buddy or meditation partner.

#astrology #i didnt check for errors oops #dont come for me #the signs #Moon signs #moon in sign #moon

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thotsforvillainrights · 3 years

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Could you do a scenario of Kai breaking out of jail to see his s/o and once he does, the reader is a bit scared at first, but then they give him all of the loves in the world? I need him.

~Midnight Visitor~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

The downpour outside of the old glass windows began to escalate on the hour as it effectively indicated the oncoming thunderstorm predicted earlier by the weather man on channel 89. In short: it was time to go outside and bring in the lawn chairs and wind chimes so as they don’t end up blown away like the last storm that happened. It was saddening to say the least. The old chairs and chimes had sentimental value since they had belonged to Pops. You still could place your finger on the very moment when you rushed to the room and apologized to him for it. Of course there would be no reply but you had hoped he could hear you. “Ugh not now.” You grumbled as you dragged the chairs in as fast as you could. It seems like bad rain always picks up and becomes all the more heavy during the very moment you need to step outside.

With the chairs put away in the kitchen and the intricate glass chimes laid carefully across the living room table, you trudged your way to Pops room to check on him and maybe give him something to eat. Every time you had to bring yourself to open the door and hold it together. Every time emotions threatened to burst straight from your chest like some sort of a desperate sob...much like a wounded cat in the street or a child missing their mother so dearly.

You sighed and went to check the machines, all of which reading at a perfect number as usual. Everything seemed to be in order. “Now if only you would just wake up.” You spoke as you gently ran your fingers in his delicate gray locks. If Pops could see himself in this bed right now then he would be horrified at what was once a strong and adored Yakuza leader. Someone greatly respected and revered, left to nothing but a withering old shell in a hospital cot. By his own son... You felt a tear slip and began furiously wiping your face as more of them threatened to pour down. To be angry was one thing, but to be deeply saddened was another. All of the things you thought you once knew about the man you loved had come to light after the sudden raid on the Hassaikai household. While you were away that day the news shook you to your core. The countless police interrogations and the claims that you helped in this plan were absurd and quite tedious to say the least. Luckily you were let off the hook when a lie-detector test determined you weren’t kidding about your obliviousness. You knew they were a crime mob, but you had no idea your lover was the reason Pops ended up in the coma back then. You especially had no idea that all that time Chisaki had been senselessly abusing that little girl behind your back. Had you known, you certainly would’ve put a stop to it.

When the day came that the hospital handed Pops over to your care officially, you had begged and pleaded to take in Eri as well. She was the only known tie to Pops so far, and you wanted so badly for the opportunity to undo the damages Chisaki had inflicted on the poor soul. Unfortunately, the HSC and the police deemed you incapable of providing her with the right things she needed (especially concerning her quirk and controlling it). They ended up handing her over to some heroes at UA. When you met the people, you had decided it was for the best. As long as she would be happy and safe.

Despite all of this pain, anger, and betrayal, deep in your heart you still harbored a burning desire for Kai Chisaki. There was no other person that ever wriggled their way under your skin like he did. He could say the same about you, surely he would say it if he were here now. You feel so bad every single time he crosses your mind (which is often). You could only feel that tiny bit of guilt sinking in when the thought of Eri and Pops crosses. Not to mention the fact that the 8 bullets were serving some hefty time in jail/prison as well. Yet you still can’t stop thinking about the way he used to hold you at nights. Just the two of your bodies creating enough warmth to feel right at home with each other. Or the way he’d look and smirk after uttering off some dry and terribly executed joke of his own. Perhaps you’d fall asleep again tonight as you dreamed of your old first date with each other and the ice cream he worked up the nerve to smudge on the tip of your nose with his gloved fingers. The way he offered to massage your back after a long day, the way you basked in the intimacy of a couples shared shower or bath, the way he kisses you after a long mission of being away. His first touch without his gloves, the first time you saw his face without the mask...

“Night Pops. Maybe you could try to wake up tomorrow?” It was wishful thinking as usual. The gently rubbed circled into his old wrinkled hand before checking the machines one more time and heading out of the room. Halfway towards the bedroom you heard an odd sound of heavy footsteps along the back porch area. You paused in the dark hallway and listened intently with the hopes of it simply being an opossum or something of that nature. You could feel your heart drop with alarm when you recognized the poor sounds of the back door being kicked ever so slightly. Without a second thought you quickly scurried down the hall and to the bedroom to retrieve the metal bad that took up residency under the bed after Kai was arrested.

Protection is always key.

Each sound of the kicks on the door rose ever so slightly in volume as you slowly approached the front end of the house. You quietly slipped out the front door and walked to the back area with the bat held tightly in your hands. Coming this way would be a good way to get the slip on the burglars or intruders kicking at the door. The rain was wild and the wind howled as it whipped bushed and tree leaves around you. In the shadow of the night you were just able to barely make out the form of a man standing hunched over at the back door as he kicked at it. Just as you were about to swing with all the force you were holding inside, the man quickly turned around and peered at you with a look akin to desperation and a mix of relief. “Angel...” You dropped the bat and stumbled backward a bit. Have your eyes deceived you??? Kai was sanding there. Your Kai...You gasped and covered your mouth with both of your hands. Any trace of fear for the moment had been overtaken with each and every emotion you had bottled up since the moment he was taken away. The second you removed your hands to speak, the words were replaced by an ugly sob. You gripped at the sides of your clothes and just stood there sobbing. For a moment if you could hear it through the rain and wind, he was sobbing too.

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You laid in bed gently rubbing his scalp and admiring how his hair had grown a bit. He nuzzled his head further into you and he rest himself upon your chest. No words were exchanged in the moment because emotions were too high to speak. All you both knew is that you needed this quiet moment to work out how you felt. It was clear you missed him by the way your heart picked up when he shifted ever so often to get comfortable. The fear of him leaving or being taken away again was ingrained in you. As it was for him as well... The thought of being in that Godforsaken prison without so much as an opportunity to have visiting time with you was breaking him apart. The only person he missed more than Pops was you. He had so much regret in this moment for everything he put you two through. All of this could’ve been avoided had he just listened to the old man and followed the path laid out in front of him. All he could feel aside from the relief of seeing you again...feeling and hearing you again...was the pain of losing those closest to him just because of his fucked up decisions. You were not without foul emotion as well in this very moment. All of you anger and regret sat brewing. You wanted nothing more in this moment than to beat him like a rabid dog for causing you, Pops, Eri, and the Hassaikai all this strife. Yet at the same time you wanted to badly to care for him, make love to him, and treat him with all the love he hasn’t received since he was taken away.

Come early in the morning tomorrow you would have to go see a man on the black market about fake I.D’s and passports. By the end of the week you would have to leave this place with both Kai and Pops in tow even if that meant leaving overseas to a small village or town in the snowy land perhaps. Somewhere where Kai would be unrecognizable and somewhere you could all three start again.

In the mean time you look down to him and notice he’s fallen asleep, what’s left of his arms wrapped in a desperate attempt to hold you as best he can. You lay a soft kiss along his cheek and get a feel for his newly developed stubble as well.

A nice nap would have to do for now.

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ok, i need SMUTTY thrawn. like anything you wanna write

Don't we all 😏

I’m weirdly a little upset with Thrawn right now for ridiculous headspace reasons, so this is gonna be interesting. I think I have a good idea, though...We’ll see how this turns out lol

Update: Wow this has a lot of feelings??? Apparently I needed to get that out of my system *shrug*

A/N - Tried to write this for a gender-neutral reader so let me know how that works 🤐, longer than I expected but what else is new, yeah feelings like I said, but it turns into you domming Thrawn so I think it’s worth it, face-riding, cumming in pants, role-play? kinda?, the smut’s at the end

Thrawn

“Neglect”

“What is this?” you asked with a knowing curiosity and no small amount of irritation in your voice.

You held the painted helmet in your hands, Thrawn’s gaze never leaving it until he eventually answered you through a defeated sigh. “It belonged to one of the rebel captives I’ve been tracking. The boy Jedi.”

“I see...” you retorted unflinchingly, inspecting the crude loth-cat design on the front of it through hardened, yet undeniably sad eyes. “So this is what you’ve been up to this entire time? Spending your vacation working instead of...”

Instead of being with me, like you’d promised.

The chiss finally rose from his seat, although he still couldn’t bring himself to meet your eyes. He was fully aware of the situation he’d created, of the promises he’d made and failed to keep, and most importantly the lies he’d told in order to continue tracking this particular band of rebels. “I...I apologize for disappointing you.”

You uttered a scoff, nearly rolling your eyes at his words. After finally catching him in the act when he’d sworn he was too tired to stay up with you and was heading straight to bed all these nights, it was difficult not to take this revelation a little personally. Not to mention his superiors had specifically instructed him to use this shore leave to actually relax and enjoy himself after his continuous dedication to the Empire and his duties without fail or complaint - and when he’d arrived with more luggage than usual, you interpreted that to mean that he was intending to stay the entire length of his trip this time with no intention of returning to work early as he typically did - however, that extra baggage was ultimately filled with rebel artifacts that he was fully preparing to study.

“I’m not disappointed, nor am I surprised,” you admitted through a sigh, moving to stand straight across from him with only the width of the helmet between you as you continued, “I don’t know why I was expecting this time to be different from any of the others. I know you. When you’re dedicated to pursuing something, there’s no stopping you or trying to change your mind.”

His lips parted as though he had something to say, but ultimately decided against it. He must have seen through your facade of trying to keep your expression firm as he gently spoke your name, and you silently cursed yourself for never being able to keep a straight face. You caught his hand when he moved to bring it to your cheek, only holding it firmly in mid air as you kept your head down while you asked him the question that had been plaguing your mind for years.

“Are you still pursuing me?”

You clutched his hand even tighter, your frown already shifting into a grimace as you stared straight down into the visor of the helmet. This talk wasn’t one you’d been particularly looking forward to having, especially since you more or less already had a preconceived notion of what his answer would be. Perhaps your relationship really had changed, and rather than voice it outright, Thrawn expected you to determine the status of it through context to avoid having an uncomfortable conversation. It certainly didn’t feel like the two of you were lovers anymore, and with this revelation that he had the time for intimacy if he desired it and was choosing his usual activities over being in your arms, there was little reason to believe otherwise.

The helmet was abruptly removed from your hands and placed elsewhere, with the hand that was holding yours moving to snake around your waist as you felt him pull you against his broad chest. It was a kind gesture, but what you really wanted was a definitive answer.

“Thrawn-”

“I’ve always been adept at coursing after my targets,” he began with an ounce of regret in his somber tone, “yet I find that the ones affecting my career operations tend to take precedence over the ventures in my personal life.”

You’d already known that much, and yet the sinking fear that came with the prospect of the inevitable “it’s not you, it’s me” parting discussion still began to overtake you. It felt like you were going through all the stages of grief all at once - denial, anger, bargaining, depression...but you weren’t ready to accept this just yet. You weren’t sure you ever would be. Anger was definitely occupying the forefront of your mind; anger at Thrawn, anger at the Empire, anger at yourself...you wouldn’t be enduring all of this if you’d never fallen for him in the first place. You just had to go and fall in love with a man that was emotionally and physically unavailable, didn’t you? You’d known at least some extent of what you’d be getting into when you agreed to be his significant other - that your rendezvous together would be short-lived and few and far between, with his work always taking priority over you, but this...knowing that given the choice, given the mandate, he was still choosing the rebels over you...

It hurt.

You were tensing up in his arms, doing all that you could to keep the tears from forming. If only to encourage the transparency you wanted to see from him, you began solemnly pouring your thoughts out against his chest, the release of the words you'd been keeping to yourself for so long aiding in your preemptive recovery somewhat.

"I've often thought about joining the rebellion just to reclaim some of your attention," you admitted, the statement sounding more pathetic to your ears than you'd anticipated, "I've never been an artist, but I like to imagine what it would be like if I made rebel propaganda for you to find. I've wondered if you'd even be able to figure out it was mine, and that with every stroke it was really just me trying to tell you..." ...that I love you.

You hadn’t realized you were crying until you felt yourself involuntarily choking on a sob, and before you could hide your face from him his hands were caressing either side of your jaw and pulling you up into a deep, tender kiss.

How long had it been? When was the last time you felt his touch like this, let alone a kiss? It almost didn't feel real, and you instinctively returned his vigor to make sure it wasn't all just a fantasy. Your tears were stinging against both of your faces now, and Thrawn drew back to wipe them away with the pads of his thumbs. His glowing red eyes were so melancholy, his brows threading into a line as you held his indigo hands to your face and leaned into them, as though the warmth of his skin was a rare sensation that you were savoring to remember back on when you'd be without it again.

"My love..." Thrawn began, his voice soothing as he brought his lips to the tender flesh of your ear, "if I've been so neglectful of your needs that you would become my enemy to be closer to me, then I've failed you so much more exponentially than I ever could have surmised. For that, I am so, so very sorry."

Part of you perked up at the implication that perhaps he wasn't intending to cut ties with you just yet, although it was clear he had much more to say. You brought his hands down to your chest and interlocked your fingers with his, holding onto them for dear life as he continued. "I...I have become consumed by my mission. My mind won't allow me any reprieve unless I've made substantial new discoveries and analyses concerning these rebels on a constant basis. I haven't faced any challenging opposition like them in quite some time, and to feel the invigoration of facing a worthy opponent with the potential to outmaneuver me...it's...addicting."

You listened to his confession intently, relieved to have him opening his heart to you once again. You brought his hands up to your mouth and smiled with amusement before you placed a kiss against them and bore into his concerned gaze with a look of alleviation gracing your own features. “I think I’m beginning to understand where your superiors were coming from when they demanded you take this leave.”

Thrawn’s countenance softened as he returned your smile, even managing something of a titter while he brought your own hands to his lips. “Am I that insufferable?”

“You already know the answer to that.”

He flashed his teeth in an impudent grin, moistening your skin with his lips as he resumed speaking against it. “Reassuring, as always.”

“Thrawn...” you spoke gingerly as the seriousness of the conversation recommenced and you withdrew your hands, rubbing the place where his warmth had just been while you gathered up the courage to proceed with your thoughts, “I need to know where we stand. It would have been stupid of me to expect our relationship to be like anyone else’s...I’ve been aware from the beginning that your duties come first, and I’m perfectly content with that. I want to see you succeed, and I love that you’re so persistent and driven. But...”

“I know,” he interjected, his guilty conscience evident simply by the tone of his voice, “my behavior as of late has been inexcusable. You mean so much more to me than I’ve led you to believe. It has been despicable of me to overlook your wishes in favor of my work when it is unnecessary. I...I love you, and...I’d like to make it up to you.”

Your heart breathed a sigh of relief, remedied by the fact that it still belonged to him. Before you knew it, you were back in his arms in an instant and planting another passionate kiss at the corner of his mouth while you grasped at his light civilian clothing. “Do you mean it?” you asked before he could properly perform the action in return.

“Of course. There are few things I wouldn’t do for you.”

For you, that was about as good as anyone else saying that they would do anything. Some things were off the table, such as leaving the Empire or betraying the Chiss or halting his investigation of the mysterious alien race that posed a threat to the entire galaxy - but other than that, he was yours, and that was more than enough.

“I might already have a few ideas...” you admitted pleasantly, capturing his lips in a more heated kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His smile granted you more access to the rest of his mouth and you obliged, nipping at his skin and warring with his tongue as both of your actions became more lascivious. It wasn’t long before you felt his warm, strong hands snaking up your bare abdomen while you fumbled with the clasps of his shirt, though it become more difficult to concentrate once he reached your chest and focused his activity there, drawing a moan from deep within your throat. Taking note of your struggle, he briefly took his hands away from you to discard his top and aid you in removing your own.

“I’m intrigued by these ideas, if you wouldn’t mind enlightening me,” Thrawn said as he reached both arms around you to grasp your behind and knead it through the fabric of your pants while he continued to kiss you along your temples and hairline. Your mouth was too busy peppering his pecs with kisses and love-bites to really say much, but that was alright - you were more of a demonstrator, anyway. You brought his hands to your sides and he helped you slide your bottoms down, giving your ass an excited smack once it was bare for him. He attempted to sneak a hand around the supple flesh of your inner thigh and curl a few digits upwards, but you smacked it away.

“Ah-Ah,” you tsked, guiding his arms away from you entirely. He started working at the sealing strip of his own waistband, but again, you stopped him. “No.”

“No?” he asked, a brow raised in amusement but also plenty of genuine confusion.

“No,” you reaffirmed as you stepped completely out of your pant legs and planted your palms onto his chest, pushing against him with enough force to influence him to step backward. The pressure was continuous, so he didn’t stop until his back hit the cool metal of the durasteel wall behind him. “You’ve kept me waiting for a long time, Admiral.”

“I...yes,” he uttered, slightly taken aback by the firmness and determination in your voice, and especially the mocking tone you used with his moniker, although he’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t enjoy it.

In an impressive display of flexibility, you raised your leg up until your heel rested in the curve of Thrawn’s neck and over his shoulder, holding him in place as you stared him down with an air of dominion. “I’ve lost most of my patience,” you explained as you applied a significant amount of strength down through your foot and into his muscle, indicating once again that he was to move. He did so silently this time, enraptured by your confidence as he slid down until he was sitting on the hard ground. Your foot didn’t let up, adding more pressure as your tone became a little more demanding. “Down. All the way.”

He obliged, shifting downwards so he could lean back onto his forearms and lower himself completely onto the floor. Your foot remained on his shoulder, a smile contorting your face as you could see he was taking in the view and enjoying it, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. His eyes eventually met yours, giving you an innocent and questioning look as he spoke.

“Would you like to take this outside of the office? To the bedroom, perhaps?”

“Here’s fine,” you retorted smugly, and for a moment your attention was captured again by the painted rebel helmet that was perched atop the desk beside you. You took it, examining the artwork on the front one more time before you smirked at the curious Chiss beneath you and donned it upon your head. His breath hitched when you suddenly dropped to your knees over his chest and slid your hand around to the apex of his skull, lightly grabbing a fistful of previously perfectly slicked-back hair before gazing straight down into his crimson orbs.

“Are you still curious?” you asked with an inflection of authority.

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion before he spoke lowly, just above a whisper. “I believe I understand.”

“Good,” you began, positioning yourself directly over his face as you pulled his head forward so that the tip of his nose was only centimeters away from the source of your pulsing heat, “...you kriffing Imp.”

With that, you saddled his face and sighed when you felt the hot wetness of his mouth envelop you, the room quickly filling with the sounds of the obscene slurps and smacks of his ministrations on your flesh. Your other hand grasped another lock of his hair as you bucked against him, his tongue finding all your most sensitive spots as it darted over them, and all the while you carefully supported his neck while he fucked you religiously with his face. You looked down at the master tactician through half-lidded eyes before throwing your head back in ecstasy, feeling the creep of your climax edging closer and closer. You were having a difficult time catching your breath, and eventually you decided that this sensation ought to be somewhat mutual.

You reached your hand back behind you and starting palming Thrawn’s erection through the fabric of his pants, earning an approving sigh between your legs as you stimulated the head through the still-expanding wet stain of his precum. You jerked him as well as you could in tandem with his movements, struggling to suppress the moans and expletives that erupted from your lips as he went at you even harder. His hands gripped your hips with a cautious desperation as both of your breaths became increasingly ragged, and it wasn’t long before your thighs were quivering against his ears as your orgasm crashed over you in waves of absolute pleasure. Your gasps of euphoria coupled with the intensified friction of your touch had Thrawn stilling and slightly jerking his hips not long after, finally leaning his head back away from your entrance as his face flushed while he came in his pants.

The both of you relaxed as you were overtaken by the surge of your highs, and after a while you managed to shift downward so that you were straddling his waist as you removed the helmet and set it aside. You returned your attention to the handsome, feverish warrior panting beneath you and moved a stray strand of his mussed hair back into place. You leaned forward and kissed him gently on his swollen lips, not minding the taste of yourself as you rested on top of him and listened to the accelerated beating of his heart together with yours.

And when his arms wrapped around you while he planted a loving kiss on your forehead, you looked up at the ceiling and pondered just how much work he’d get done the next time he studied that helmet.

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