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quimichi · 7 months

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ೃ⁀➷ CALLING THE SUMERU BOY'S YOUR GOOD BOY

Sumeru boy's Creator!Reader

Al-haitham, Kaveh, Cyno, Tighnari & Scaramouche

Al-Haitham - The ones who find the disruptors will win

Al-haitham closes the gap between himself and you, getting as close physically as he can ans drops to his knees. His body quakes slightly as he looks up to meet your eyes. His eyes feel raw. He wants to look away, but he forces himself to meet your gaze. "Your my good boy aren't you?", your voice so gentle, so smooth like the silky web of the Darwin bark spider. A simple question, but Al-Haitham's thoughts come to a halt as he processes your words.

Al-Haitham has heard these words a hundred times before, and yet they always make his heart skip a beat. "Y-yes," he breathes, his gaze unwavering on yours. "Yours." Words fail him. Al-Haitham opens his mouth to say something - anything to appease your desire - and yet no words leave him. Instead he simply closes the gap between you and him, leaning forward so that he is touching you.

He's still on his knees, and as he stares up at you his heart keeps racing. The word *yours* rings in his ears. He wants to say it again, to tell you how he feels about you and about your words. But he cannot.

"Is something troubling you?" your hand comes up to stroke his cheek, gently. He leans into your touch, his whole being quaking at your gesture. When you touch him, he's paralyzed by your affection. He breathes in sharply. "Y- you," Al-Haitham whispers, trying not to let his voice crack. He wants to say more but cannot seem to speak.

He can feel his face redden. Al-Haitham presses himself against you, his entire body practically vibrating with the rush of emotions."I-i am troubling you?" this truly took you by surprise, you always appreciated his honesty but this?

"Y-y-yes." Al-Haitham chokes back his words. His voice falters as he speaks. "You drive me...mad." A small smirk plays at his lips, as though he is ashamed about the thought he's just expressed. Yet there's no going back now, and his face has grown redder.

"B-but im still your good boy." The word leaves him like a prayer. Al-Haitham closes his eyes, his heart hammering in his chest. He does not move. He does not breathe. His entire body is held hostage by you. Your voice is the air he breathes. Your touch is what makes him whole.

He is utterly yours.

Kaveh - The ability to appreciate beauty is an important virtue.

Kaveh smiles shyly, nervously, and approaches you on trembling legs. His steps are slow, but steady— it is only a few paces, but it seems like his body is taking him to heaven itself. When he is finally within touching distance, he waits for instruction; he is your servant after all. In your name he has build multiple builds, designed the palace you are living in. Without him, without his abilities, you wouldn't live in a palace only for you. You just had to praise him for it.

"Yes, your Grace. I am," Kaveh answers instantly. The words fall from his lips like honey, and he is genuinely giddy when he says them. He's bouncing on place like a child. So excited he forgot to be surprised by the sudden affection of his grace.

"Is there something I can do for you, your Grace? Your good boy shall always be by your side, ready to serve." You quickly move your hand for him to come closer. Kaveh obeys without hesitation, but his heart is beating out of hus chest while he still moving closer. His hands are clasped before him and are trembling with nervous energy as he gazes up at you, his expression reverent.

"Your Grace?" he asks cautiously, as if he is awaiting your next command. "Is there something you need?"

Kavehs cheeks immediately flush pink as his breath grows hoarse. He is a little embarrassed to admit it, but his gaze is captivated by your hand. He can no longer hide the fact that your touch mesmerizes him.

"Your Grace, please..." he begs quietly, though he doesn't dare look away. "If you keep stroking my cheek like this i am close to fainting..." You start to softly chuckle at him, well, isn't he a cutie?

Kavehs face flushes brighter, and his heartbeat seems to triple with each passing second. "Your Grace," he asks, his voice thick with infatuation, "can you please call me that again? After all...I'm your good boy aren't I?"

Cyno - Your sins weigh upon your soul

"Cyno, would you mind coming closer?" As if moved by an unknown force, Cyno shifts closer, inching closer to your person. "You would like me nearer?" he asks, the quiet tone of reverence in his voice unchanging.

"A tiny bit closer" you said, and without any hesitation, he does. Cyno obliges with his next breath, the movement of him inching closer in tandem with it.

"As you wish, Your Grace," he says softly to you. "Good boy" you coo at him. Such an obedient boy he is. Every fibre of Cynos being is lit up in the face of your praise. He stares back at you like a lost baby bird gazing up at the heavens.

"Thank you," he says quietly, as if the mere notion of such things were a foreign concept to him. You are the only one whose approval he craves. "Ohhh you're so formal" he never let his guard down while in your presence. Always showing you the upmost respect. The only time it slips, is when a little joke leaves him making you chuckle. That alone makes his heart race and being close to explode...

"I'm sorry," Cyno mumbles, face blushing in mortification at his slip-up. In all his life he has only been taught to show respect. Even now, as everything becomes so much easier with you near, he must maintain a sense of formality and decorum.

"Forgive me," he says, voice quiet and soft as ever, tone dripping with reverence as it comes out. "Oh Cyno, it's ok. You're my good boy after all I could never be upset with you"

The mere words from your lips are enough to send chills down Cynos spine, his face flushing as though his skin had become suddenly too tight for his body.

"And you are my god/dess/deity"

The words come like a whisper of a breeze. His hands flutter before his chest, the way a maiden might wring her hands. His expression is one of complete adoration, his gaze turned up to you as if to a heavenly vista.

I'm their good boy....

Tighnari - The value of knowledge can't simply be quantified in monetary terms.

"Nari, would you mind coming closer to me?" He doesn't wait to respond. With an urgent and desperate speed, Tighnari closes the gap between you and him. He wants to make you happy, and his body responds without a moment of hesitation as his legs bring him closer to you.

He presses close to you, and takes a deep breath in. His warm gaze holds a soft glow of wonder and awe as he takes in your face. His eyes speak to you silently, and say 'I am yours. Do with me what you must. I want nothing but you, Your Grace'. After all the time he has spend with you, informed you about the well-being of the forst, he not only got closer to you than anyone else. He also lost his feeling of shame.

He is much more open with you, less reserved. He only seeks for you attention, touch, your gaze, anything at all.

You look down from your throne to see Tighnari kneeling before you, his eyes downcast. He does not speak, but nods. "Yes." His tone is quiet. He stares at the floor without moving. He's utterly ashamed, this hit him straight in the face without mercy.

With this scene playing in front of you, you can't help but have a little fun. "I didn't quite hear you Tighnari, would you mind repeating yourself?"

His tone is slightly louder as he repeats himself: "Yes." He still stares at the floor. His heart beats furiously. He is still and patient. His body is relaxed on the outside. On the inside, though, he is utterly in turmoil. "Good boy, I am proud of you that you spoke up~"

Tighnari's breathing is deep and steady, as if he is forcing himself to calm his nerves. His stomach is tied in knots, but he tries his best to ignore it. He is yours, and he knows not to speak unless he is spoken to.

He shifts slightly to try and get more comfortable, though he does not look at you as he does so. Despite himself, he blushes. The sudden intimacy of your touch on his ears sends a wave of sensation through him. His face turns an immediate dark red, but he does not move away from your touch.

He closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of your fingers running through his hair. Every touch is pure ecstasy. "'m your good boy..." he breathes.

Scaramouche - Eternity stretches things out over a long time. But each moment within it becomes all the more fragile

"Come closer" Scaramouche's expression is neutral, but there is an undercurrent of concern to his voice as he approaches you.

"Yes, Your Grace. What do you need?" He says it in such a manner that could be interpreted either as a formal servant, or a concerned companion. "Closer" A small frown tenses Scaramouche's brow as he moves closer. Your expression is neutral, and as he kneels before you, his heart is hammering loudly in his chest; and he knows he has done something wrong. Despite this, he obeys your command nonetheless.

"What's wrong? You seem upest?" You're worried you may have sounded to rough. After all he is a sensitive boy. "I thought... I thought you called me because I had done something that displeased you," he says after a moment, and though he tries to swallow down his mounting anxiety, it shows in his voice. "Is there... something... I have done wrong?"

"No!" your heart starts to ache at this, "My good boy could never do anything wrong" Scaramouche's expression softens, and a single, brief smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

His brows furrow again, as he tries to figure out the underlying reason you have called for him. Despite the fact that he is no longer frightened, he can't quite understand your intentions.

"Why... have you called for me, then, Your Grace?" He asks gently, still kneeling before you. "To praise my good boy" and with saying that you gently caress his face.

Scaramouche closes his eyes in your touch. The warmth and softness of your touch is enough to take his breath away. He leans forward, unconsciously seeking more from your caress. But at the same time, he is afraid to lean too far, lest he make you upset.

"Yes, I am your... good little boy."

He tilts his head upward, the need to gaze into your eyes and bask in your love overwhelming whatever modesty that held him back from your touch. He wants nothing more than to be as close to you as physically possible.

"All for me?"

"Yes, Your Grace," he croaks as he inclines his head, his gaze locked onto yours.

"All for you."

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jokeringcutio · 5 months

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Joker's New Girl - Joker x Reader (SMUT)

(Mention of past Reader x Grabber) Summary: Reader is dressing up nicely to match her boyfriend, Joker. He approves, they get a bit of intercourse going on, and J swears to take revenge on the ex who treated Reader badly.

Fandom(s): Joker/Marvel & Black Phone (2022) Pairings: Joker x Reader (Mention of past Reader x Grabber) Rated: Explicit Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content. Reader Curses. Reader got the hots for J, mention of past relationship/bad treatment(kidnapping)/reference to the insomnia fic with the Grabber)/Implied Reader being badass/ Implied Grabber is Murderer and J is unaware.

The hum of machinery filled the air, a constant background noise in the modern factory where you stood. Everything around you gleamed with cleanliness, not a speck of dust to be found. You felt both out of place and perfectly at home as you began to slip into your new costume.

It was colorful, designed to be both provocative and playful. The tight corset hugged your curves, its vibrant hues of red, green, and yellow contrasting sharply with the white lace that adorned it. Skintight thigh-high stockings followed, patterned with bright diamonds, each one shimmering as you moved. Over these, you donned a short, flouncy skirt that barely covered your hips, teasing glimpses of bare skin just above the provocative leggings beneath.

"I just want to look good for him," you murmured, examining your reflection in the polished metal surface nearby. The revealing cut of the costume, combined with the playful clownish design, felt both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.

As if summoned by your words, the Joker appeared in the doorway, his green eyes taking in every detail of your appearance. You froze, heart pounding in your chest, as he drawled, "Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

Your lips curled into a smile, warmth spreading through you at his approval. He sauntered over, green hair catching the light overhead, the red of his suit a stark reminder of the danger that lurked beneath his seemingly playful demeanor.

"Really?" you breathed, allowing yourself a moment of vulnerability. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in every detail of your new attire.

"Absolutely," he purred, closing the distance between you. His hands found your waist, fingertips dancing along the exposed skin just below the hem of the costume. You shivered at his touch, aching for more.

"So I did good?" you asked, seeking further validation from the man who had become your entire world. “We match now?”

His laughter bubbled up, sudden and unexpected, but you knew it wasn't genuine amusement – it was his unique way of expressing emotion, part of the Pseudobulbar affect he suffered from.

"Darlin', we already match in so many ways,” the last few words came out as a hoarse rasp, his voice dark and seductive. "But I like this. You fit right in my twisted little world."

You sighed in relief, a thrilling shiver running down your spine as his hands traced the lines of your costume, fingers lingering on the lace and satin. You hardly noticed how he started to undo the laces of your corset, loosening it up.

"Thank you," you whispered, words barely audible over the roar of the machinery around you. But he heard, somehow, and grinned that wicked grin of his, green eyes alight with fire.

"Anything for you, my love," he said, his voice low and seductive. His hands slid up your body, slipping beneath the fabric to cup your breasts. His touch was electric, igniting a fire within you that burned with an intensity you'd never known before.

You met his gaze, emerald eyes full of desire and madness. The moment hung heavy in the air, a smoldering ember threatening to ignite a raging inferno. Your heart thundered in your chest, your breath hitched as you looked up into Joker's piercing green eyes, full of desire and madness.

His hands lingered on your skin, the corset loose enough that it slid down to your hips. But he kept his hand still, cupping your breasts, thumbs upon your nipples. An agonizing pose.

Because you wanted more.

"Mister J," you purred, your lips brushing against his as you spoke. "I want you. Now."

His eyes widened for a split second before clouding with lust. "My pleasure, dear," he growled, his voice husky and low.

In an instant, he had you pressed up against the cold, metal wall of the factory, roughly palming your breasts until he drew a moan from your lips. You threw your head back, basking in the bliss of his touch while his nipples finally stroked and pinched past your skin. Your nipples tweaked and desire spread like a hot liquid inside your abdomen.

Joker’s lips curled like a grin against your skin, smearing red paint past the sensitive skin of your neck, covering your pulse in dabs of fake blood.

You felt his hands tugging at the remnants of your clothes. The sound of fabric rustling filled your ears, mingling with the distant hum of machinery and barely registered the chill against your exposed skin because he distracted you, his lips moving up your neck and cheek until they found yours. The kiss hard and demanding.

"More," you panted, consumed by the flames of your desire. Joker obliged, his hands exploring every inch of your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He flipped your skirt, pulling your panties aside with an audible tear. You knew they had not survived the action, the lace ripped apart.

Oh well, you’d buy new ones. His fingers dipping into your awaiting wet cunt was more than enough to make up for the loss of your underwear. Your fingers curled in the fabric of his red coat while you gasped, begging him for more and ‘right there’, spurring him on. His fingers dug into your flesh, claiming you as his own.

"Mine," he growled into your ear, sending shivers down your spine because he sounded so possessive. You nodded, wordlessly urging him on, your fingers already doing a little dance between your bodies to uncover him from his confinement. His flesh pulsed hot and heavy underneath your fingers, the skin flushed and head an angry purple, dripping at the tip. The sight made your mouth water.

He was ready.

You tried to lean forward to take him into your mouth, but a lean hand stopped you by pressing against your bare chest, fingertips brushing deliberately past your nipples once again. You looked up at him, giving him a questioning look, only to meet his smoldering stare.

Wordlessly, he pushed you back up against the metal of the machinery – the metal no longer cold. He hitched your legs around his waist, pressing himself against you. Your world narrowed to the sensation of his cock as it slowly stretched your walls, him filling you – a perfect fit that left you gasping for air.

"Fuck," you cried out, your nails digging into his back as you clung to him. You could feel the grin against your neck, felt his hips snap a little harder against your own.

He set a punishing pace, driving into you with a ferocity that made your vision blur. So deep, so good. You could hardly remember ever having been plowed this good before, feeling his cockhead deep inside, the strokes of throbbing flesh stretching your narrow walls and sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

All that existed was the two of you, locked together in a dance of passion and primal need.

"J.. please..." you begged, tears streaming down your cheeks as the sensations threatened to overwhelm you. He responded with a feral grin, his thrusts increasing in intensity until you were teetering on the edge of oblivion.

You were seeing stars, the feeling inside of you building up to something strong and eruptive. An orgasm waiting to happen, a really good one. You bit your lip but a moan still managed to escape, licking your suddenly dry lips afterwards while your hips tried to meet his. Your pussy pulsed around his hard cock while you fisted the fabric of his coat, hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer. “I’m gonna come,” you managed to bring out, pussy pulsing wild around his cock, already in the process of milking him dry.

The only thing you were aware of was how his cock hit you deep inside. Each thrust another reminder of how everything felt so fucking good. You would orgasm soon.

As you crashed over the edge, you felt him follow, his own release claiming him with the same ferocity that had claimed you. Your body shook, little tremors racked through it as you came down from your bliss, hearing Joker’s laughter in your ear.

In the aftermath, you clung to each other, breathing heavily. Joker cradled your face in his hands, then pressed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths.

The cool air of the factory caressed your sweat-slicked skin as Joker slowed his movements, still buried deep inside you. You felt the tender brush of his lips against your forehead, a surprising contrast to the heated passion that had consumed you moments before.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, concern etching lines across his painted face.

"Better than okay," you murmured, running a hand through his now disheveled green hair. "That was... incredible."

He grinned at you, a genuine, warm smile that seemed almost out of place on the face of Gotham's most feared villain.

He helped you to your feet, steadying you as your legs threatened to buckle beneath you. His hands were gentle as he smoothed your skirt until it hid your core once more. He was taking his time to make sure you looked presentable, fastening buttons, helping you with the laces of your corset, and straightening seams until you looked presentable once more.

"Perfect," he declared, admiring his handiwork.

You smiled back at him, grateful for the care he had shown you in the aftermath of your intimate encounter. Joker may have been a monster to some, but to you, he was everything.

"Knowing I have just been inside of you is the icing on the cake," he grinned, his jealous streak showing through by his words and the dangerous glint in his eyes. “Let others gawk at you and know that I am the only one who can ever have you.”

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him, his chest heaving as the remnants of your passionate encounter still lingered in the air. His eyes, usually so full of mischief and malice, were now clouded with jealousy.

"Mine," he said through gritted teeth as a memory rose to the front of both his mind as well as yours. “I’ll forever protect you from the likes of him,” and he didn’t need to say the man’s name for you to know who he meant. Your ex. Albert Shaw. The magician's name left a bitter taste in his mouth so he opted to never say it. "That cheap knockoff clown who dared to call himself your boyfriend."

You shuddered at the mention of your ex, Denver's Grabber. You hadn’t known it at the time when you had started dating him. But you found out when he had thrown you in his basement after you tried to break up with him.

A sadistic monster who preyed on innocence. But that was something Joker didn't need to know about – not yet, anyway. Or he would question how you escaped him.

And you were not ready to talk about that yet.

"I'll make him pay for what he did to you, love,” Joker’s words were harsh, his expression even harsher. “No one hurts my girl."

"Hey," you said softly, lifting your hand to gently stroke Joker's cheek. "At least you put me to bed with a bedtime story and don’t fuck me to sleep,” like that bastard had done.

The corners of Joker's painted lips twitched into a menacing grin, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "You're right, doll," he whispered against your ear, his breath hot and tantalizing. "You're mine now, free from that sorry excuse for a man. And I always protect what’s mine… fiercely. "

"Only yours," you agreed, feeling a thrill course through your veins at the possessive tone in his voice.

"Damn right," Joker murmured, his green eyes seeking yours. You felt you could get lost in their green depths, swirling around for all eternity in a sea of deep emotions.

“I love you, J,” the words came out as easily as breathing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling when he dipped his head forward, making it easier for you to capture his lips with your own.

The kiss was sweet and full of promise. You had found the love of your life; he stood right here, willing to take you along on this journey through life.

Together, you would face whatever darkness lay ahead, side by side and heart to heart. ~ ~~ Masterlist - Request Box - Support me on Ko-Fi ~~

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miracleandplagueau · 11 months

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MIRACLE AND PLAGUE -- ALL LINEUPS + DESIGN NOTES

Good luck to anyone reading this, I spent good 1.5 hour on writing this out instead of studing LMAO

JIAYI DUPAIN-CHENG -- WONDERBUG

- She designed the jacket herself. There's a clover logo on the back with a hidden signature.

- One of the bracelets (the ribbon one) is a matching gift from Alya. She has a similar one.

- The red fade is a side-effect of the Wonder

- In her hero form, her irises or pupils aren't visible

- The symbol on her belt is the chinese symbol of luck

- She has two yoyos in the pockets on her sides - one is a spare one

- Her capette is supposed to resemble Tikki's "wings"

- She has small metal guards on the top of her hands/gloves

- The anthennas are tied into her hair

ADRIEN AGRESTE -- CHAT NOIR

- His hair fade is dark brown. I chose a softer shade because black-black did not look nice

- Adrien is wearing clothes from his father's brand. It's most evident because of the butterfly logo on the front of the sweater

- Cat ears and tail real

- The tail has a little ball on the very end. It's in order to imitate Plagg's tail and It gives some personality to the design.

- He has three sticks attached to his belt

- The whiskers are barely visible but they're there!

GABRIEL AGRESTE -- MONARCH

- He's wearing darker clothes to reflect on his gloomy personality and in order not to stand out as he's trying to avoid attention outside of his home

- The coat was designed himself - similarly to Jiayi's jacket that she designer on her own

- His hair color is light purple and most of the time comes off as silver which is definitely to his advantage

- The hero form has little antennas that usually bend along his hair

- Transformation is definitely more combat-based despite the power being suiter for long-distance

- The back material resemble butterfly wings and allow him to fall slower If needed

- The additional set of eyes serve a purpose of supporting his eyesight as glasses don't appear in his hero form

ALYA CESAIRE -- RENA ROGUE

- The ribbon on her wrist is matching with Jiayi

- She wears a beret sometimes

- The shirt is a reference to a video game character she's a fan of

- The sleeves of the jacket are made out of leather

- The mask resembles a fox with spiky parts under her eyes. It also has a white part running down from her forehead

- The brown shoulder parts are actually short fur. So are the side cuts on the pants, they're also fluffy

- While the tail takes a form very similar to the Wonder itself, it still functions as a regular tail

- Her ears are very pointy and long

- Mismatched socks

CHLOE BOUGREOIS -- QUEEN BEE

- She technically shouldn't be walking around with open shoulders, but she uses her father's influence to avoid following the dress code.

- The scrunchie she's wearing to make her bun has little strings that are meant to look a little like antennas

- All three of her designs have yellow-dark stripes, in hero form's case It's yellow-red.

- In her second design, she's wearing Wonderbug merch

- She has little fluffy cuffs on her wrists that are similar to Pollen's fluff

- Her boots are meant to look very similar to Pollen's legs, even with the weird "extension" at the back

- The "wings" have little hanging jewlers at the endings, making them look more decorative than functional yet It continues to serve a similar purpose to Monarch's wings

- The anthennas are a bit thicker at the end in comparison to Monarch's

NINO

- I don't have much about Nino yet, I still need to design his hero form

- I gave him a little braid on the side with colorful marbles at the very end

- He always gave me the skaterboy vibe so I went along with it and gave him knee guards (mismatched like Alya's socks :p)

- Ripped sleeve from an old fall

- Big headphones replaced with earbuds and a red hat to add more red

SABRINA RAINCOMPLIX

- Her first design is very similar to her original

- She's wearing a semi-formal attire with elements from the school's uniform

- Her second design is very opposite to Chloe's usual style/style that she chose to hold on to while in Chloe's presence

- It's a mix of everything, but motifs like mushrooms, suns, space. There's also a ton of accessories (like bracelets and moon-themed jewlery on the glasses) and things that let her personalize everything a bit more like patches on the pants.

- She's wearing a headband with a blue flower

JULEKA COUFFAINE

- I gave her a slight tweak to the outfit, but nothing very big so I'll pass on design notes

- She's wearing a matching necklace with Rose

LILA ROSSI

- Lila's hair is braided into a long braid with front hair being stylized after fox's tails

- She's seen wearing parts of her school's uniform - most notably the red jacket

- Her eyes are green with yellow tints at the lower part

- Volpina's form might not look that far off, but there's a few very important parts to mention

- As Monarch's power isn't strong enough to actually make a form fully resembling a fox holder, Volpina looks more like a Jackal. Jackals from afar are generally similar to a fox with the exception of longer ears and muted colors. Her flatter tail, ears are supposed to look like that

- The shorts are simliar to the ones from the canon design

LUKA COUFFAINE

- Luka's style was revamped completely, giving him a more individual, indie-rock kind of style.

- The ripped jeans are matching with his sister :D

- He's got snake bites now

- I left the blue jacket from the canon, just making it bigger and worn only for colder weather

- Luka has freckles on his shoulders

NATHANIEL KURTZBERG

- A bunch of changes made but I don't have too much notes about it

- He usually has his hair down whereas it looks very similar to canon, but occassionally the hair is tied up

MARC ANCIEL

- Half-star on the shoes

- Two chains pinned to the shorts: one is a regular chain, second is the thin, longer one

- Colors present on the T-shirt: purple, magenta, pink, yellow-y, muddy green + the star

ALIX KUBDEL -- BUNNIX

- Her hair is a little shorter than in canon

- The hoodie is cropped while the shirt underneath is just plain

- Fingerless gloves that also act as hand guards for rollerblading are often seen

- She has a scar under her right knee

- Unlike the usual fade, Bunnix has a light/blue strike in her hair

- That round, fluffy, cloud-like motif is present along the entire hero form

- The mask has three freckles on each side

NATALIE SANCOEUR

- A Gabriel-brand broch

TIKKI

Dark shade fading from her lower limbs

Four arms

Little wings on the back - she can fly without them anyway

Long "eyelashes"

PLAGG

Much more fluffier

The tail has this off spiky part at the very end

Long long whiskers

NOOROO

Fluff at the chest and the ends of lower limbs

Similar fade as tikki, but a lighter shade instead

Also long "eyelashes"

TRIXX

Fluffy

POLLEN

4 Anthennas

Thin limb endings unlike other insect-like Kwamis

The wings are very thin

Points of bending (limbs) are bend backwards (see lower limbs)

DUUSU

Bird-like legs

Pattern on the tail are actually additional eyes

The chest is made out of colorful, small feathers

WAYZZ

Hard to touch

Shell on the back is brown with green moss-like spots

TUZIN (RABBIT WONDER)

Cloud-like theme present

Extremely soft to touch

Ears are deformed, they are naturally stylized and are supposed to look unrealistic

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tessaramics · 8 months

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Cc: the body is round, his little legs aren't designed for distance

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getvalentined · 1 year

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I was gushing about Genesis' design the other day and decided to transplant the whole rant over here because I love how Genesis' whole design makes no pretense about him doing things specifically to make himself look taller, but also more delicate—because he has an aesthetic that he's determined to maintain, but it's a ruse. The whole thing is a ruse. Genesis knows what he looks like, particularly what he looks like compared to the people around him, and he works with it in such a fantastic way it makes me feral.

It's so obvious from an artistic and fashion design perspective that he's trying to give himself a more masculine shape while also trying to look unintimidating in that shape, like he's petite when he's absolutely not—which makes perfect sense when paired with the fact that he's a mage and when he uses a sword it's in very close-quarters combat compared to his peers.

Genesis is trying to look like the least intimidating of the Firsts because it means opponents are more likely to underestimate him and let him get too close, only to realize that he's like 6'3" and can throw a freight truck.

Take the cut of his coat, the way he wears his belt a little low—like he's trying to look taller, but also like he wants you to think that his legs maybe aren't quite that long, like his waist is wider than it is, but his shoulders are narrower. Like his frame is more average, like he lacks the physical capacity to do too much damage compared to his similarly ranked colleagues.

His clothing makes him look less svelte; he doesn't want people to catch that he can be on you in four steps because he's long-legged and limber as fuck. His pauldrons are set low on his jacket, as if he wants them to look slightly too big. Genesis' shoulders and chest are actually pretty broad for his frame, his legs and arms are long and well toned, but he dresses and carries himself in a way that makes it difficult to tell unless you're really looking.

Most opponents won't parse Genesis' build correctly, they won't realize that he's got some beastly upper body strength until he's on them far too quickly and he's grabbed them by the face—and since when were his arms so long?—and flung them across the battlefield.

At a distance, or alongside Sephiroth or Angeal, Genesis doesn't just look delicate, he looks fragile. He looks like you can snap him in half. On his own, though, up close? You're fucked.

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Resurrection Chapter 3

Summary: Bucky Barnes was only nineteen when the lives of his parents and little sister were taken right in front of him by the ruthless members of the Odinson mob. His father’s mistakes have turned Bucky into a vengeful and cold shell of the charming boy he once was, now deeply rooted in the criminal lifestyle of the Stark mafia. Sudden attacks ignite the conflict between the two forces of the city, refueling the rivalry that has been rather tame for years. Nine years since Bucky’s life fell apart, he finds it shattering once more when what was supposed to be long dead returns to the living.

Pairing: brother!mafia!Bucky Barnes x adopted!sister!reader, mafia!Thor Odinson x reader, mafia!Loki Odinson x reader, eventual Steve Rogers x reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: just angst and some weapons, bucky being the most concerned big brother, sad bucky, breaking and entering??

A/N: things are starting to happen in this chapter 👀 poor Bucky the things I’m putting him through

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The weathered metal doors rustle as they enter, one after another, in expensive suits and well pressed shirts, black cargo pants and stealthy jackets. Guns in their pockets and knives strapped to their legs.

The Odinson brothers are different from one another. Thor is the eldest, blonde and long haired and loud. He's as large in his build as in his language. People call him "God of Thunder" simply because of the sheer strength he beholds. All the while, Loki is the dark sheep of the family. Sly, sinister, mischievous. Rumors of week-long torture of traitors and captives from the raven haired Odinson has circled around for years. He's more of a snob, if Bucky had a say in it, because each time he's seen Loki there's been a costum made designer suit on his limbs and this ridiculous cane in his hand.

Bucky, Natasha, T'Challa and Sam sit hidden on the balcony of the abandoned factory with a good enough view while remaining unseen. There's of course seven guns between the four of them and a ridiculous amount of various weapons hidden in their clothes, despite Stark's orders. If they do their job right, they won't have to use them, but damn it if they aren't prepared.

He counts to fifteen people on the floor. Some he recognizes, some he has never seen in his life. Thor sits down all wide-legged and laughing, twirling one of his rings on his finger. Even from Bucky's distance, he can see the empty spot on his right hand where that ring he dropped used to sit.

"Do you hear what they're saying?" Sam asks after nearly half an hour of waiting and five minutes of watching them down below.

And the truth is that Bucky doesn't, and neither is the two others. They just see their lips moving and the boisterous and obnoxious laughter squeezed in between conversation. It sounds like they're merely meeting up as a large group of friends rather than plan their next attack to ruin the Stark empire. Or maybe they're just celebrating. An important pillar in their nemesis's business did just get burnt down.

"Let us move closer," T'Challa whispers, nodding towards the right where the balcony frames the entire building.

The group silently stand themselves up from their hiding spot, sights set on the other side of the factory, when the entrance door is opened once more.

A tall and bulky man, with dark skin and arms as broad as Bucky's legs, steps inside. Behind the man, Bucky catches just a glimpse of blue fabric flowing as they move towards the middle of the room where the rest resides.

And then that thing, that moment, he never thought would come did. It's happening, right in front of his eyes. Not a nightmare, not a flashback. Not the image of the bullet piercing your flesh, not your ten-year old watery eyes staring up at him.

Bucky can't breathe. He can't get any air into his lungs because Thor Odinson rises from his seat and lays his hands on you as you come closer, stands in front of you with his fingers splayed out over your shoulders. And you're crying. Tense, rigid in his hold. You're so visibly uncomfortable that Bucky almost sprints forward to get you out of here.

A bead of sweat drips into Bucky's eyes but he barely reacts to the sting. His chest rises up and down but he doesn't give a second thought to it. Everyone else does, but not him. No, his eyes are stuck on your lips forming words, saying something to the man responsible for your mother's death. For your death. Because you died—you died right in front of Bucky's eyes.

And he's not sure if it is you standing there. It's been 9 years and you were just a kid back then. A little girl running around after him and Steve. Cuddling up to his side when you couldn't sleep. Unsuccessfully stealing the drawings Steve would "hide" for you around your house. Bleeding out on the street right in front of it.

But he sees it, even though he'd almost forgotten it was there—that scar on your hand, still pink even after 14 years. Bucky will never forget it really, because his ma had never been as angry with him as that day. He pushed your swing too hard and you flew off, cutting the back of your hand up on a sharp rock. A crooked line formed after the trail of stitches that runs along your skin and there's no doubt about it anymore.

Now, at what must be 19, you are more beautiful than Bucky could have ever imagined you would turn out to be. He's been drawing up images in his mind of what you'd grow up as. None of them were right.

You're wearing a dress, a real cutesy one like your ma used to force you to wear even though you hated them. Wanted to wear pants just like Bucky and Steve. But now—now it looks like that dress was made to flow along your knees. Maybe it was. Your hair is longer. There's earrings sparkling underneath somewhere. Most of all, you're taller. God, you're so big.

A sniffle escapes his mouth as he chokes on his tears. Bucky never thought he'd see you like this. He knew, but couldn't quite accept, that seeing you all grown up was something he would never get to experience. He would never watch you graduate, never help you study for a hard test, never scare the crap out of whoever had the nerve to date you, never console you after your first heartbreak. Bucky was robbed of all those things that day nine years ago, when he saw you die. But you're not dead.

"Bucky? Bucky, for god's sake! Answer me!"

The dull ringing in his ears disappears with a soft crackling sound, slowly letting Sam's voice grow louder, clearer, until he can hear the words perfectly. A frantic Sam stands in front of him, shaking his shoulders with an equally worried T'Challa and Nat beside him.

Bucky blinks, flickering his gaze down to the trio in front of him before wiping underneath his nose.

"You fucking scared us, man. What are you doing?" Sam continues, shaking his head. His voice is still operating in a harsh whisper, because despite how occupied they've been for the past two minutes they are still on Odinson land. If they're caught, bullets will be raining after them more rapidly than during a September storm.

Bucky doesn't say anything. His eyes move back and forth, between you and Thor and the men around you and Sam in front of him. You're sat down now, bent over in half with your head in your hands. The dark-skinned man stands right behind your chair, glancing down every other second. Bucky can't decipher what his intentions are.

"Who is that girl, Bucky?" Nat whispers sternly, interrupting Sam's hasty plead, because she noticed right away who the source of Bucky's distraught was. "Who is she?"

He takes in a shaky breath and lets out an equally unsteady one before running the palm of his hand over his mouth. What is he supposed to say? How can he possibly find words that justify what is happening in front of his eyes?

Bucky has to sit down. He slowly comes down to a crouch, head leaning in his hands while trying to furiously blink away the haze. But when he glances up again and dries away the tears, you're still there a hundred feet away.

His three companions have now started to become nervous, gazes flickering back and forth from the scene below them while trying to figure out Bucky's reaction. This display of emotion—tears—is something he has never even gotten close to showing in their company. James Barnes is a stoic, cold and clinical person with a rough hand and big heart. But that big heart has never resulted in actually showing his emotions, even if it's happiness. He hasn't had a lot of that though.

And then he laughs. Bucky lets out a teary chuckle, showcasing the rarest of smiles while lifting his head up. His cheeks are red and blotchy and wet, eyes equally so, as he shakes his head to himself.

"Fuck..." is all he can think to say.

"Now you listen to me, Robocop," Sam seethes. "If you don't tell us what the hell has gotten into you, I swear I will—"

"My baby sister," Bucky chokes out. "That's my—that girl right there is my sister."

The end to the sentence Sam was about to deliver dies on his tongue, instead transforming into new words and questions with Bucky's impossible revelation.

"What? The dead one? But she's dead. Shot. A long time ago. You saw her," Sam rambles, doing that same back and forth with his eyes as Bucky did a minute ago.

"Are you serious?" Nat whispers, lacking that usual edge to her voice. There's just a frown on her face now, a soft one, as she looks down at her crouching friend. "Is that really Y/n?"

Bucky nods, wiping away the tears and snot from underneath his nose with the back of his hand. He comes up to a stand again, not daring to take his eyes off of you. If he does not have you in his sight you will be taken away from him again.

Without saying another word, he brings his gun forward and loads it. The relief he felt turns into anger, a painfully deep hatred for the men who took his family away all those years ago. Who has kept his little sister hostage ever since. God knows what they have done to you—an innocent child—during these nine years. If anyone laid a hand on you he will burn this warehouse down to the ground with everyone in it. Nine years. Half of your childhood gone to a cruel and heartless family.

His steps are already heading towards the metal staircase when a rough hand clasps around his arm, dragging him back with a hiss.

"No," T'Challa says as loudly as he can without attracting any attention from the people a floor below. "Barnes, I know it's painful. I know you want to kill every single one of them right now. But you can't."

Bucky snarls, trying to tear himself away but a quick Natasha comes to stand in front of him while Sam helps T'Challa keep him in place.

"They have my sister. If you think for a fucking second I will—"

"Bucky," Nat says softly. "We will get her back as soon as it's safe. Now is not that time. We have no backup."

He gulps, clenching his jaw tightly enough to shatter his teeth while looking away. He can't watch her as she tells him to stand back.

"She's alive and well, has been so for nine years. What is there to say they would get rid of her just now? We have time."

More tears spring to his eyes just like that—as if he hasn't been suppressing them for a decade. As if crying is something he does each day in front of his team. But he doesn't care anymore when you are alive. You're a hundred feet away and he can't hold you.

"I can't—she's right there. I thought she was dead for nine years."

"I know, Bucky. I know," she says, taking a step closer while glancing down at you once more. "We will get her back, I promise. So soon."

"She doesn't want to be here. She's crying. I have to save her." Bucky's voice breaks as he speaks, reduced to a weak version of himself in contrary to the determination he had a few minutes ago.

"Buck, we need backup. We are not saying she'll be left with these people, just that we can't save her now," Sam adds in a whisper. He's not used to seeing Bucky this dissociated and frantic. "We can't just barge in. We'll all die then and your sister won't have anyone left."

The increased volume of the voices as they came closer has escaped him until now, when he looks down again while drying off his tears with the sleeve of his jacket. And then he nods, reluctantly and with so much anger inside of him that he might just burst, but accepting that this is the way it is. It won't be long until he has you back in his life again. He will find you.

"Tonight. Or tomorrow. We have to go back as soon as..." Bucky leans into the palm of his hand, shaking his head.

"Why don't you and I go back to the car, alright?" Nat says, putting her hand on his back. "Sam and T'Challa can very well listen with their ears while we take a breather."

"Okay," Bucky whispers under his breath, trying to swallow down the decade-long grief. He agrees even though he wants nothing less.

What he wants is to just look at you for a while longer. He just got you back and now he has to leave again, despite the assurances of the leave just being temporary.

Bucky nods and agrees to sit in the car beside Natasha even though what he so desperately wants is for Steve to sit there beside him and tell him that the young girl is in fact his sister, and that he's not become delusional from his grief. He wants to Steve to hold him and let him cry on his shoulder and tell him that "yes, life has been unfair, but it's all going to be okay now."

But instead he sits in silence in the passenger seat on the uncomfortable surface of leather outside the house of an enemy, attempting to stare through the walls of the abandoned factory. At the large group holding you hostage while his colleagues complete the job they came here to do.

How does one process the return of the dead? And how does one process the fact that the dead was never really dead and had instead been held captive by the enemy since she was ten years old? That all this time was wasted on mourning and feeling sorry for himself when you undoubtedly suffered a much worse fate than he ever did?

Inside of the walls sits a sister he has spent nine years seeking revenge for, channeling every ounce of hurt and grief into the violence just so he could forget what was taken from him. And you're just sitting there, existing, arms wrapped around yourself in a flowery dress in front of the people he thought killed you.

James Buchanan Barnes was 28 years old when his life shattered a second time. And just as old when it simultaneously came back together.

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TAG: @kneelforloki

CHAPTER 4

#marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #bucky barnes x female reader #thor odinson x reader #loki odinson x reader #loki x reader #mafia!bucky #mob!bucky #resurrection

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ratasum · 1 year

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Asura by nature are very clever creatures, and Qirri is clever than most by far. She has a fascination with assistive devices, largely driven by both her own need for them and for the needs of her close friends. And because I have been enabled, here's some of the assistive devices Qirri's puzzled through:

Stabilization and Aim Assist for Rifles and Pistols

As a result of Qirri's albinism, her eyesight is poor. Though she wears glasses that do help a lot of the time, it'll never fully correct her vision. As such, she devised stabilizers to be built into her rifle, as well as a floating aim assist to make firing rifles and pistols easier for fighting at a distance.

The principles going into the design aren't that different from basic golemancy. It uses the same stabilization principles that keep large golems from wobbling.

The floating aim assist allows her to move the rifle while the sight remains in place, helping her use the floater instead of trying to adjust by what she can see. Though the targeting sensor isn't perfect, it has helped her considerably.

Transition Lenses

A joint effort between Qirri and Taimi started not long after the two met and became thick as thieves, these fancy lenses for Qirri's glasses adjust their tint based on the level of light in an area. It helps her to compensate for the natural light sensitivity she has as an asura as well as the extra level she has from her albinism.

The lenses do need to be replaced every six months as the alchemic compound in the glass will stop working over time, but they're working on a formula that will last longer and change tint faster.

J.U.I.C.E.

A more recent invention, JUICE is Qirri's jade mech, designed with the help of Taimi and Yao, though most of the input was hers. With its name standing for Jade Unit Immediate Care, Exotech (Taimi's idea), the jade mech has a lot of functions that most jade mechs - even Finn - won't include.

A scan feature that allows the mech to determine if immediate care or simply rest is needed for an injury or an episode, a recall feature that allows those with access to have the mech follow a designated party while carrying her if necessary (the designated party is usually Yao), and a protocol that allows it to dispense highly concentrated doses of the same compound Qirri uses in her nebulizer if she's struggling to breath and it appears severe.

Even Qirri's jade bot can plug into it, recharging its own stores of medication for the nebulizer it holds inside it, reducing the need for her to travel back to Seitung or Rata Sum for more doses.

JUICE is a marvel of modern engineering, even if she thinks they should workshop its name a little bit more.

The Gauntlet

The Gauntlet was another recent invention of Qirri's, made not for her, Zanthe, or Taimi, but instead for Garrus. The Gauntlet's design was very special, inspired by that fateful day a decade back when Garrus shoved her out of the way of a charging Risen abomination, taking devastating damage to his arm that never healed properly due to a necrotic infection.

Though they were able to save his arm, it would ache constantly, and he never gained full strength back. He did use gloves to try to assist, but nothing seemed to be helping as much as it could.

Over the years, Qirri dedicated hours trying to figure something out. It could help both him and Taimi, she figured, but nothing stuck.

But with Taimi's new leg braces, she had an idea.

Starting with that basic design (and Taimi's improvements) as a base, Qirri began working on a jade gauntlet that could compensate for the old injury and the lack of muscle strength in Garrus's arm. Thus far, his early tests with the gauntlet have been promising, and Qirri is still working on perfecting the design to hopefully help reduce some of the pain he experiences as well.

Jade Nebulizer

One of the last recent inventions Qirri has concocted is more a heavy modification than an invention. Using her original nebulizer design based on asuran golem tech back in Rata Sum, she was able to put her head together with Joon's to create a similar device.

Instead of the single compartment that held the alchemic compound, water, and the medicinal herb mixture, there's three separate compartments with a central one. Using magic and alchemy, each button press allows a measured amount of each necessary ingredient into the central chamber, which creates the mist a user breathes in.

As a result, it carries far more charges than the golemic nebulizer Qirri used to carry from Rata Sum. It lasts longer, meaning less reason for her to go back to Seitung Province for refills... and a more recent update lets her do limited refills from JUICE.

A similar device, without the mask, stays clipped to Qirri's belt when she knows she might be in a fight. It connects via a tube to her travel ventilator, allowing her to breathe easier when she needs to be moving around.

She hasn't needed that iteration quite as much since building JUICE, largely because with her rifle, she can stay back more often.

#bunny thoughts #qirri tinkerfirst #gw2 assistive devices #this is Qirri's primary area of study

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mlmxreader · 2 years

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Sharp Dressed Man | Bruce Wayne x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: "Always running to my defense, aren't you?"

summary: you and Bruce both hate public events, but if he's to keep up appearances, that unfortunately means dragging you along to a few here and there.

tws: swearing

Bruce grumbled as he unfastened and fastened the buttons on his waistcoat, frowning as he looked into the mirror and asked himself whether or not the red tie he had chosen was a bit too much colour; a dark grey blazer, a dark grey waistcoat, dark grey trousers, black leather shoes, a white shirt. Maybe the red tie was a little too much, maybe the red tie was just a bit too overboard.

You sat impatiently waiting for him, bouncing your leg as you kept your hands between your legs, able to feel the soft golden coloured silk duvet cover grace your fingers as you checked your watch every now and then; he was impossible when it came to public events, always unsure of what to wear, unsure of whether or not what he was wearing was actually the right thing - maybe it was too formal, maybe too casual - and you were growing a little impatient.

"Bruce," you grumbled. "You look great."

"Are you sure?" He asked, looking at you through the mirror.

You nodded, coming up behind him and getting your arms under his, watching the movements of your fingers as you sorted his tie. "You look great. You'll be the Belle of the ball."

Bruce scoffed, shaking his head as he relaxed against you, a heavy sigh coming from his lips; he always hated public events, he always hated the fact that he had to make an appearance just to keep his mask from slipping. He would have preferred to stay at home with you, cuddled up on the sofa wearing nothing but boxers and maybe one of your shirts, watching horror films that weren't for the faint of heart; those were the kind of events he looked forward to most, not some fundraiser for fashion. He didn't even know what designer he was wearing, he didn't care.

"Always running to my defense, aren't you?" He chuckled, his breath hitching a little when your hand grazed against his stomach through his shirt, working quickly to get the buttons on his waistcoat done up.

You shrugged, kissing his cheek as you gently patted his stomach. "We can chuck on some Rammstein in the car on the way, if that'd make you feel a little bit... I'd say willing but I know you fucking hate these bullshit things."

Bruce nodded, turning around and pressing a kiss to your forehead as he gripped your tie in one hand, pulling you a little closer as his other hand rested on your hip. "Rammstein sounds good... are you sure you're ready, though?"

"I'm ready," you told him gently, your hand going to his chest as you flashed him that all too charming smile. "It's been a while since I made an appearance as your boyfriend in public."

He hummed, his gaze dropping to your lips for a second before he dared to take a step back and to look at how you were dressed; he couldn't deny that you looked a little too handsome, he wasn't sure if he would have the strength to keep his hands off of you throughout the night. "I think you'll be the most handsome guy there, y'know."

You grinned at that, daring to undo the top button of your silk shirt as you tilted your head to the side. "Yeah, but you know what they say."

"What?" He questioned with an obvious amusement.

"Everyone goes crazy for a sharp dressed man," you chuckled, daring to close the distance again.

You had one hand at the side of his neck, the other on his shoulder, and by mere instinct alone, Bruce grabbed your tie in one hand to keep you close, his other hand dipping into your back pocket as he let out a soft growl.

"If that's the case, then I might have to keep my eye on you," he joked. "Make sure no one tried anything."

"I don't think you'll have much trouble doing that," you laughed. "Do you?"

"No," Bruce shook his head, daring to rub the tip of his nose against yours. "It'll be the easiest part of the night."

if you liked this fic, REBLOG IT - do not just leave a "like", REBLOG IT. you may also leave feedback in the form of asks, tags, etc which is greatly appreciated, but you SHOULD reblog it regardless.

#mlem writes #bruce wayne one shot #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x y/n #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne fanfcition #bruce wayne fanfic #bruce wayne fanfiction #bruce wayne #christian bale imagine #christian bale x reader #christian bale #batman imagine #batman x y/n #batman x you #batman x reader #batman #the dark knight trilogy #the dark knight

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korck · 9 months

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The body is round. His little legs aren't designed for distance

#Ask.#Oaki.#rathalascendant #( you will never catch him #he is SO fast )

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red-eft · 11 months

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1, 2, 3, 7, and 8 for! Ivy and Lorne this time hehe

yay ty for the ask! ^^ sorry it took a bit to answer, i took some time to do a quick sketch for one of ivy's answers lol

ivy! <3

1. what is the character's go-to drink order?

definitely something fruity.. can’t think of anything specific rn but it’s definitely cold and with fruit in it. she’ll nearly always get a cold drink, even if it’s snowing outside.

2. what is their grooming routine?

she takes care of herself really well most days- washes her face with nice-smelling soap, uses leave-in conditioner for her wavy hair, etc.. the only times she slips up in her little daily routine are when she’s in a depressive episode after burning herself out or is in a place without running water.

3. what was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go?

two pairs of glass daggers.. they’re Very Nice. she commissioned them from a blacksmith she met while traveling with adonis and lorne.

one pair has greenish glass with a silvery hilt and a leaf motif. the other pair has bluish glass with a gold hilt and a star motif.

she began courting cordelia by offering her the blue/gold set. they got along super well and became girlfriends <3

eventually, the two of them had to travel a long distance apart. they swapped one dagger with each other to feel close while apart. even after they reunited, they’ve kept their pairs mixed :-)

while the daggers aren’t enchanted, ivy can channel dark magic through them. they glow and look like uranium glass when she does it!

here's a quick rough draft of what the daggers look like :O using the skyrim glass dagger as a base for now until i come up with something better. the daggers aren't super practical tbh.. but since ivy fights with magic and cordelia fights with a greatsword, they don't have to worry about their practicality that much lol

(ivy's on the left, cordelia's on the right)

7. describe the shoes they’re wearing.

hmm… the post-apoc equivalent of doc martens lol. tough and nice-looking. they’re usually a little muddy from exploring old ruins and traveling.

8. describe the place where they sleep.

ivy’s bedroom is cery cozy and cluttered! she’s got a bed in the corner that’s covered in a heap of blankets (which she usually sleeps on top of instead of under).

there are shelves with all her books, trinkets, and gifts from her friends and family. ivy also has a desk in her bedroom that she studies at. there’s about a 50/50 chance of her falling asleep at the desk instead of in bed tbh

the lighting is very dim. during the day, it only comes in through a window which is almost always covered by decorative curtains. at night, she keeps a lantern lit over her desk.

lorne :-)

1. what is the character's go-to drink order?

chai! lorne grew up in a place where it was basically the most common/popular drink around. iced or hot, doesn’t matter, he loves it. bonus points if it has aromatic herbs & spices.

2. what is their grooming routine?

it’s pretty simple- he brushes his hair with his fingers, washes his face with water, and puts on a little sunscreen (he’s got that redhead complexion). if he has a lot of spare time, he’ll take some time to stretch- gotta take care of your body when you’re a swordsman!

3. what was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go?

lorne’s most expensive purchase was his prosthesis (left lower leg. i used to have it that he lost his forearm, but changed it to his leg in my latest story rewrite). he got it custom designed and had it built to be extremely durable.

7. describe the shoes they’re wearing.

well-worn boots with a steel toe and metal shin-guards.

8. describe the place where they sleep.

lorne’s bedroom is surprisingly empty.. he’s used to having to travel constantly & fitting all his belongings into one or two bags.

even in a permanent home, lorne keeps it pretty bare, only using a small shelf on the wall to display a few of his keepsakes at a time. he keeps a box under the bed with the others and swaps them out when he feels like it. he makes his bed about half the time. there’s a desk in his room like ivy’s, but he doesn’t use it very often. adonis uses it more than he does tbh wbsbwkf

#asks #magmacannon #ty again for the ask! i'll send u one as well ^^#c:ivy #c:lorne

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fiadorable · 2 years

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67 Great Things in Serene Squall

Strange New Worlds season one episode seven... we're starting a mutiny 🏴‍☠️

T'Pring gets the opening monologue!

Long distance relationships are hard - I like the ritual of Spock and T'Pring both sitting down with a PADD and a glass of wine to try to bridge the distance

Spock narrowly avoiding a spit take as T'Pring drops "I have been doing research on human sex" right out of the gate

T'Pring rightly does some research on human culture to better understand her boyfriend, but seems to skip the part where she confirms that Spock is ready to embrace or even acknowledge that part of himself

Spock being distracted while walking with Chapel is delightful

Chapel helping a friend out with his relationship trouble

"Spock, are you telling me your girlfriend is moving too fast for you?"

"Don't try to be smarter than the truth"

"Also - pro tip: Pay better attention to me when I'm talking because…" "You are very charming and I am completely missing it?"

Dr. Aspen/Captain Angel's character is so cool, they are a treat to watch laying the groundwork for the takeover as early as this dinner (calling Pike a boy scout to prompt him to take risks later on in the episode)

Pike is 100% Starfleet's boy scout, in the best sense

Looks like Pike made lasagna for dinner, but La'An interrupts with the announcement they've arrived before they can eat

Bridge troubleshooting!

Finally! Someone in Trek who listens to music that sounds like it was made later than the 1960s. It's the antagonist, but it's a start.

"Interesting. He hasn't snipped his emotions yet."

Pike and Ortegas bridge banter I

The sound design for the ship moving through the asteroid field is great - all of the external ship stuff is great in this episode. I feel like I have a real sense of how the ship is moving in relation to its surroundings.

Asteroid laser trap!

Camera shot from behind Pike so we see what he sees on the bridge - I like it

Kaboom!

The laser net is a great first test for Spock - if he fails, then I'm betting the trap would disable the ship and then the Serene Squall would swoop in and attempt to take over the Enterprise. But if he passes, then not only does Enterprise get to continue on and reach the point where the crew is separated, but Spock is now off kilter from being forced to use his "gut". Either way is a win for Angel, although I'm betting they were hoping Spock would be able to solve the puzzle so they could fuck with him some more

Visible sigh of relief from Number One and Ortegas as the puzzle deactivates

Angel's little crab-legged ship is cute

Spock and Angel's "maybe you're neither" nonbinary discussion

Pike and Ortegas bridge banter II

In the future people will be accepting enough of other people's fashion choices that they will deliberately ignore the increasingly villainous vibes from a self-professed humanitarian aid worker's wardrobe as they approach their destination

Headcanon: Pike had Una and La'An do rock paper scissors to see who was going to be on the away mission with him

And as Pike beams away with the chief of security, there's Angel's first check, but not mate

Very clean takeover of the ship all things considered

Spock is a beast in hand to hand combat, dang

Everything about Remy the pirate is a win as are Pike's very reasonable, non-threatening-yet-not-impressed facial expressions

Number One death glaring at Spock from down the hallway as they march her to the transporter room 😂😂

The entire interrogation scene from "Handsome and witty. Aren't you a charmer" to "What's wrong with my cooking?"

Chapel is wearing the perfect white jumpsuit to be camouflaged on this empty white ship

I know those are Jess Bush's actual tattoos on her wrists and hands, but I would love to see an in universe explanation for them, it's an interesting character beat

Action!Chapel and her Hypospray of Doom

Pike butters up Remy like he's a dinner roll at Golden Corral while dishing out chili (?) to a pirate crew - it's a nice parallel because he's using the same tactics as Angel

Never ever put the senior staff together in a holding cell, come on, guys

"More good news: I convinced these guys to sell us to the Klingons."

Bahahaha Number One is suspicious (and rightfully so) and Ortegas is convinced Pike's lost his mind

The idea that Pike and Number One regularly start mutinies on away missions gone wrong is amazing and I need fic, please

Chapel trying her damnedest to get that SOS out to Starfleet

Chapel is the fault in Angel's plan - she's the worst person who could be left on the ship with Spock

Once Captain Angel reveals themself, their sarcasm gives me life

Great twist that they don't need any information from Spock, they just need Spock himself as bait

Gasp STONN???

T'Pring immediately starts out with "Who are you", no hi hello nothing, just who are you and why are you calling me

Sarcastic death threats have never been sexier

Angel's look of incredulous disgust as Spock insists that Vulcans aren't swayed by emotion 😂😂😂

Angel being pissed that Chapel is on the stupid ship in the first place, ruining their little back and forths with Spock

"Love is the only thing that makes the cold loneliness of space bearable"

Setting the mutiny in motion 🏴‍☠️

"Now let's get those transporters hot and trade lovers" 😂 what am I watching

"Spock, you are failing to communicate effectively" 😂😂😂😂

"Oh, you guys are fun"

Angel's plan going completely to pot because one little nurse got missed when they took over the ship

The pirate ship has a goddamn steering wheel

Backdoor codes!

Pike and Ortegas bridge banter III

Chekhov's necklace

"The question isn't what you are. It's who you are"

"Our mutiny is still in progress" as pirates literally climb the walls in the background 😂

Just a normal shift on the bridge, on the way back into Federation space to deliver some pirates to the authorities. Then out of nowhere… "Arrrrgh me mateys!" Your captain affects an old Earth pirate accent and demeanor from behind you. It is hilarious and sudden. The Dad vibes are off the charts. You beg the captain to stop before you burst into giggles on the bridge and ruin the carefully cultivated image of "where fun goes to die". You feel his frown and hear him sit back in his chair, but he desists and ship travels on. Your reputation is intact and the morale is lifted.

T'Pring's unwavering faith in Spock's faithfulness is beautiful and heartbreaking, as is Spock's relieved "of course" as T'Pring confidently says the one thing he's wondering if he's capable of

"So I know for certain there's no feelings between us" uuuuugh the angst… the mutually unrequited feelings (because I do think Spock does feel something for Chapel even if he can't or won't accurately quantify it right now)

With this episode ending on Stonn and T'Pring walking to Sybok's cell together, I wonder if he helped her do the prisoner swap - maybe he was even on the ship with her and we just didn't see… hmmm…

Sybok and Captain Angel had better return in Season 2

#star trek strange new worlds #serene squall #st:snw #snw great things #such a good episode #such a palate cleanser after the previous week #i proofread this 11 times but if i messed up angel's pronouns someone have mercy on me and let me know

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moxfirefly · 3 years

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You know when you think about something so much but when you try to write it, it comes out wrong? Like the words aren't enough...

I want... No, it's a need. Yeah, I'm going to have to seek help. I need a short or headcannon of laying on Hesienburg's chest. Cuddles and kisses from the reader while he pretends to hates it but, is so touch deprived that he is purring with every little movement... Ya know???

I say we kidnap Neil and just have him reenact all of this for us....

@hagelpaimon

Oh friend do I ever, it’s a terrible feeling and I too wish I could have somebody just remove the scene from my head and make better use of it.

I hope I can do just that. We out here feeling s o f t™️

Rated Fluff/Feels

This corner of the factory, specifically in this room where it slowly had become both yours and his, that’s where Heisenberg would rather be.

Truth be told he would rather be anywhere than the village so long as he had you.

And that he did, had you right here with him. Breathing and warm and a fucking bright spot in this god forsaken hole that was home to him.

He had stopped by the room (yours and his) and had leaned against the door frame to reflect on the sight before him. Whatever book you must’ve found in his collection had you awfully enthralled, between you not noticing his presence and the bounce of your bent knee as you laid on the bed there simply existed nothing. His eyes ran up the length of that bouncing leg, a few scattered marks from a few nights ago lingered in their yellowish hue.

“Holy shit…” Ah the book was getting good.

“The ending is good” He commented and deceived way too much pleasure from your shriek.

“Asshole! Gonna kill me one of these days” The book rested on your chest in your startled state. While your frown was playful, you couldn’t help but arch a brow at the man before you.

There was a real subtleness to Karl’s body language, a blink and you miss it type.

But you felt you’d studied him long enough to catch those subtle cues.

He’s shrugged out most of his attire, what remained was the green undershirt and his pants. A small smile graced your lips at seeing his eyes finally free of those black shades. Casting your latest reading material on the night table you outstretched your arms to invite him over.

“C’mere” You smiled softly, even when he arched a brow but that lasted all of one second before he closed the distance and climbed onto the bed with you. Before he could pick his designated side you nudged him to lay on you. “I’m not some baby” He had half muttered more to himself than you probably. “Nothing wrong with being held after a rough day” You felt him settle on you, head on your chest, legs entangled. He wasn’t awfully heavy if anything he was incredibly warm and that was always a welcomed feature of his.

Your chin rested atop his head, hands came to smooth his unruly waves and with each swipe you made sure you caressed his cheek. Heisenberg merely melted, brows furrowed accompanied by an exasperated sigh. “Stop that, I’m not a child” He grumbled but made zero efforts to move or shake your comforting strokes. “You can be as stubborn as one” You retorted back with a smile.

It was the softness of you. The way he could physically tell apart what your flesh felt like compared to his scarred one. Just how utterly perfect you were in his eyes, to the tips of his fingertips as they shyly touched you. He, embarrassed enough, moved your hand to the back of his head. You silently understood, you always did. The sensation of nails meeting his scalp made him burrow into your neck with a slight shiver.

No matter how much Heisenberg complained, claimed that he wasn’t some infant or weakling, he always crashed with you. The scared touch deprived little boy he once was always showed up. It grounded him to feel your other hand rub up and and down his back, feather like and gentle to make his skin breakout in goosebumps. There was always a static to him whenever he was his docile, drifting between serene comfort and impending crash landing levels of tired.

You pressed kisses to his head, brow and watched those eyes shut. He couldn’t deny how safe he felt.

Heisenberg doesn’t remember the last time he felt that. Safety? Miranda had never introduced that word to him.

“Sleep baby, you can sleep” You whispered to him, the puffs of air hit his temple and it all but served him to shutter again in comforting delight.

He was out like a light by the hundredth time you threaded your fingers through his hair, pushing it all to one side to allow a better look of his features.

In the soft feel of your breast beneath his cheek, breathing along with each rise of them and those delicate fingers mapping everything about him, Karl safely drifted off to sleep.

#resident evil village #resident evil 8 #re8 #karl heisenberg x you #re8 karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #re8 heisenberg #Heisenberg #karl Heisenberg #heisenberg x reader #heisenberg x you #lord heisenberg #lord karl heisenberg #fluff #ask #imthegreenfairy88 #requested oneshot #i was listening to Lost by VAST and feeling all types of feels

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ecclais-fouoras · 3 years

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Falling for someone like you

Chapter 9 ? What a day

Previous chapter here

Tags : fluff and slight smut warning ⚠️

The next day went swiftly, you both had a great time at the mine and then the museum, afterwards you both went out for dinner, in the small restaurant she had spotted before. Wilhemina offered to pay since you had already done so much for her those few days. "I insist baby..you've been amazing and I was the one who suggested it... Let me get this one"

"Okay fine...don't make a habit out of it you know I love to spoil you, my darling" you had responded placing your hand on her cheek. That night you had gone to bed early, exhausted from the day spent. Your lover laid by your side, your arms around her protectively and her leg draped over your body, and fingers upon your collarbones. "Y/n ?"

"Mm ?" "What are we gonna do tomorrow ? I tried to find something to vis..."

"Amusement Park"

"Huh ?"

"Tomorrow that's what we're doing"

"Oh...you do kn..."

"I checked if it was something you could do, and there are many attraction available"; "Good..." She said before yawning. "Oh baby sleep you're tried"

"I don't want this day to end"

"It doesn't have to...in your mind never" You turned slightly, putting your hand around her hip and under her head, and hers went to your neck. Your legs found the spot between hers and the one still on top of your body. On Sunday you woke up a little bit early to pack stuff in the car before traveling to the park, your girlfriend watching the landscape pass by the cars window. Your eyes fixated on the rood and right hand in hers on her thigh. You arrived and went inside. The place was kinda crowded but since Wilhemina couldn't stand for too long waiting wasn't a problem, you could easily enter attraction in another line. "I hate their faces when they see me cut the line" she said growling from anger and you caressed her hair while explaining "Hey baby... You're not cutting line, your simply taking another one. If they don't like it they can try and live all their life in a body that aches like yours. They'll see if taking that line is worth the trouble."

"I guess you're right"

"I am...if they aren't happy about it they can suck my dick"

"OH so they can but you barely let me do it ?" You playfully feigned being offended and slightly pinched her arm. "That's not even true.."

"It is. Whenever I wanna do it you don't pack"

"Well I'm not going to pack every single day love"

"Well at least some of them baby"

You giggled and subconsciously started walking towards a small Russian mountain.

"Are you up for that mina ?"

"Of course. I'm up for anything", "You Sure ? It seems pretty scary". "It's not. Besides if it wear it would say not for people with back problems"

"Okay okay... Well when you throw up just make sure it's not while the wind is in our way."

"Haha very funny"

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She said as you took her hand and leaded her to the side line, after a few minutes you got in the seats. Wilhemina held your hand a little tighter than usual, so you nuzzled behind her ear and told her she was more than safe with you. She relaxed a bit and then screams and squeals of joy were the only thing that could be heard. You both moved throughout the park, doing things left and right, pointing at beautiful landscape and designs. You stopped at a flying swing and encouraged wilhemina to come with you and do it together. But she didn't seam to keened on it. Even as you took her hand and tugged her towards it she held her ground. The mushroom tower started to rise and everyone started cheering as the chair flew around in circles and people moved in their chairs."Look it's fun honey" "It's for kids."..."No. It's not. Watch there are plenty of adults her and besides it didn't bother you in the flying elephants."

"That was different"

"Absolutely not, look if it's because you don't stand the movements it's okay, but at least tell me"

"I do stand it" you went closer to her, your hands on her hips as you kissed her cheeks "Babe tell me what the real problem is, no bullshit please"

"I don't have. Anywhere to put my cane in there."

"Well we can leave it in the entrance"

"I'd rather not"

"Why, you don't need it during the ride, and I'll get it for you at the end baby"

"Who knows what will happen during the ride. I don't want to find it broken, not only because you gifted it to me, but because it is my life, I refuse to let it be broken or lost by those incompetent people"

"Hey..hey no need to insult anyone here, baby I know that, but just like when you go to bed you leave it to the side, you can let them take care of it"

"I..."

"Baby I promise nothing bad will happen"

"How can you do that"

"I'll make sure it doesn't, do you trust me ?"

"Of course I trust you. I just don't trust anybody else"

"But you learned how to trust me, so maybe you can try and give a little trust to that"

"Fine. One session"

"Yay ! I promise you'll love it" You said as you both went to it, and as soon as wilhemina was sited you went up to the people managing the attraction and asked them to keep her cane during the ride.

"Oh and by the way. If anything happens to it. Even the slightest impact, i will make sure you all lose your job, and ruin your reputation so much no one will go to a park that is unacceptable with disabled people."

"..we..yes. well, we will take good care of it"

"You better do." You went back and sat just next to Wilhemina on the double sided chair. "Did you te..."

"It's okay baby. They'll handle it carefully"

"Oh okay..." The swing raised above the floor, and progressively your feets hanged down as they stopped touching ground and The ride began. the wind hit your face faster and faster and you both smiled and yelled as it spined. Wilhemina had to keep her hand on her skirt so it didn't lift up and give everyone else a great view and you giggled. You whispered in her ear as the world around you kept turning and turning. "Don't traumatize these children and get arrested for public nudity I'd hate to have to get you out of jail and runaway together..."

"Is it weird of it actually sounds good"

"Depends on which part"

"The last bit you fool"

"Well my anxiety could never...but keep dreaming darling" You both laughed and held hands as the chairs were turning even faster. At one point the air was to rapid through her hair and it detached her hairdo, you Heard her groan as her hair moved everywhere including her face while she looked at you. "Oh come on why"

"It's fine mina just let it go"

"It's a good thing this was not a wig"

You laughed again as You pushed the hair out of her face and saw her eyes shining with joy, you don't think you ever saw her so happy your whole life, and you thought maybe she never has been.

"I love you y/n"

She said as her hair flew behind her like a beautiful main. You couldn't help but put your hands around her face and bring her for a kiss. Your lips lingered on hers for a while, hands stoking her cheek and breathing linked and she pulled away questioning. "Why the kiss?"

"I just couldn't not kiss you right then"

"But in front of all these people ? Children"

"They won't die because I kissed the woman I love. They've seen people kiss before, they'll be fine"

"But the people here ?"

"I don't give a single fuck about them, I love you and they better get over it."

"I love you too" You enjoyed the rest of the ride, and after you got down you went to get wilhemina's cane for her, and as it took a little longer before she got out of it like the rest you heard someone tell her to get off the swing because people were waiting. You immediately turned around and went up to him, her stepped back a little "What did you just say ?"

"I..i said that this bitch needs to get off of the swing or learn to leave others their turn"

"You better shut the fuck up now, or else you really aren't going to enjoy the ride with a broken nose and bleeding face."

"Is that a threat ?"

"No it's a promise."

"It's unacceptable she ne.."

"And you need to stick your patience up your ass and fuck off. She'd be out of there in a second if you were able to keep your fucking mouth shut, now I bet you don't have any one in your life who has a disability except you because you are clearly having a stroke so let me tell you this. You say anything offensive to my wife. And I'll have your fucking ass in the floor."

"How dare you ? Telling all this in front of my kids"

"Maybe it'll teach them not to be complete assholes to people. Now your kids didn't say anything you did. So maybe you could thing about that"

"M'am you have to hurry..and keep your distance with the rest of the clients" The bold men tried to respond.

"But...i..i" ."

"we'll be out in a sec.. You. Save it. I honestly don't give a shit about your opinion, I'm not doing this for me, I'm doing it for her. Because if she weren't there I would have already been in jail for beating your ass. I'll say it once. Stay. Away. From. her. And keep your thoughts to your two inches long brain."

You went back to give her her cane and you both left the swings, glaring one last time at the men, who looked like he was about to piss his paints.

"Don't bother him, he's an ass"

"You don't always have to get in trouble for me"

"You're kidding right ? He was practically begging me to tell him off. Besides no one talks to you like this and gets away with it on my watch"

"He looked like a kid cought cheating have to admit watching you It was a little hot." She whispered in your ear

"Happy to oblige" you said as you pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and grazed her cheek. After that she bent forward a little and lifted her arms to try and do her hair back which you knew could hurt her.

"Hey hey no.. leave it" you said as you put your hands on hers.

"Let's sit over here baby"

You said while taking her to a small stair bench.

"Sir over here I'll sit on the one higher.

"Oh okay"

You settled her between your knees and asked for her hair tie.

"Do you really want to put it up again ? You know I love your hair down like this, you look so beautiful"

"I know you do, but it's our thing you know, I don't want it to become banal, I like that you're the only one who sees me like this, it makes it special"

"We have other things that are private darling, just because you go out with your hair down it doesn't mean it's not special anymore. I still get to see you in your nightwear or with a messy tee-shirt and a lazy bun."

"I know but still, I prefer keeping it up please"

"Okay baby no problem, can I put it up how I want ?"

"..fine yes, but no funny business"

"Of course" you said as you kissed her neck. You started sectioning her hair, brushing it through your fingers, huming softly. And you started breading, strands of hair between your hands, one over the other. Starting from up and then going down. Wilhemina relaxing visibly in your embrace, letting her head slightly back.

"Oooooooh, I am not the only traveler, who has not repaid His debt, I've been searching for a trail to follow again take me back to the night we met, and then I can tell myself what the hell am I supposed to do.

I had all and then most of you some and now none of you. Ooh

Take me back to the night we met.

"Here done"

"Can I sea ?"

"Let me just ..there "

"Oh..y/n"

"You don't like it ?"

"No..no i do like it.. it's different than what I'm used to"

"I figured you don't usually bread it because it's probably to painful, so I wanted to do something nice". "I love it y/n"

"You look beautiful"

She blushed softly before you kissed her lips.

Afterwards you were both a little hungry, so you took wilhemina to a candy shop, they sold many things like sugar canes and candy floss

You waited before asking Wilhemina what she wanted, and ordered a pomme d'amour for starters, and decided you would take candy floss to walk.

"It's going to be messy y/n we have to cut in"

"No..baby the whole thing is to bite it at the same time"

"I swear if you get my shirt stained"

"It won't willy"

"Oh you know I hate that nickname"

"That's why I use it willy"

She groaned and you both stood while you held the food.

"On three"

"Wait does that mean we bite on three or after three"

"Oh just bite it on three love"

"One."

"Two" you both said

"Three"

You both took a bite out of the apple, juices covering your taste buds and the sweet sugar envelope cracking.

You giggled with your mouths full and finished the apple as much as you could, heads turning around to find a good angle and sharing the same space.

You noticed Wilhemina had sugar on her top lip corner.

"Baby you have a little something here"

"Oh..thank you"

She tried getting it off but it wasn't efficient. So you stepped closer.

"Here..let me do it" you said before setting down the rest of the dish and pressing her against you while your hands found her jaw and you kissed her soundly, she moaned a little when you bit her top lip. And grazed it with your tongue. It asked for entrance and Wilhemina granted it to you. You made out together for a little bit before parting a little and just holding each other for a while, pairs of hands around shoulders and hips.

After that you bought the candy floss and started walking around the park once again.

You both picked in each others sticks, exchanging looks, smiles and kisses.

Feeding each other bits every now and then.

After a dozen minutes you had both finished

And you kissed her again, sharing the taste of sugar between each other. Her cane pressed against her and her cheek in your hand.

"Thank you y/n"

"For what ?". "For giving my life purpose"

"Aw baby why do you have to be so damn cute ALL the time"

"I'm serious"

"Me too...and you don't need to thank me, you mean everything to me. Come here."

You said before taking her inside your arms, inhaling her sent and circling your arms around her frame. You pressed kisses in her hair and she place them in your neck.

"I love you so much Wilhemina"

She started to tear up a little bit before sniffling and hiding more inside your body.

"I mean it...baby you don't ever have to cry about that again..for I will hold you till the end of time itself. And in every one of your future life's I'll have you in my heart."

Time passed as you held each others before slowly getting going again.

You arrived at a shooting game, pushed animals were hanging from the walls and ceiling.

"Oh here let me win you something !"

"Oh come on darling these games are money black holes"

"Not if your good at it" she starting turning around and walking away

"Besides it's gun shooting you're not going to be any good at that love you don't own any. Also I think it's quite funny that yo..."

"Here m'am, ya just need to get those target over there to ya win"

"Huhh come on y/n, do you even know what I said"

"Ssh baby I gotta focus"

"Sshh? So you shush me now ?"

You ignored her rambling as your hands settled their positions and you started shooting the first few bullets hitting right on the targets, five bullets later you heard a ringing sound and the guy stunned by your performance started

"Well m'am I'll be honest I wasn't expecting ya to win on the first try. But here ya go, you can pick one of them little stuffed animals"

"Mm I'll have this one for my lady over there "

"Excellent choice...here there ya go ... have a nice day birdies"

You giggled and thanked him as you went up to Wilhemina and gave her the white furry bunny you had won.

"So since you were so supportive I'll just keep it to myself"

"...I'm sorry baby...i just didn't want you to waste your money" "I know"

You said as you handed her the toy, "it's for you baby", "Oh.. really ? Wow it's the first time my lover...well anyone wins me something at a game"

"Looks like I'm your first on lots of things babe"

"Heyy" she responded while jabbing your shoulder "Aww why do you always do that, I think I need to go check it at the hospital."

"Oh don't be A baby y/n"

"Well you're the one standing with a bunny in your arms so who's really the baby huh?" She frowned before she joined you in laughter. You walked hand in hand with her gift under her hand. The sun was starting to set slowly as you both chatted and enjoyed the rest of the day.

"Let's get married"

"...What ?"

"Here let's get married now"

"..y/n ? I don't understand...I'm not sure it's a good idea"

"Chill baby I meant there" you said as you pointed the small church in the middle of the other attractions.

"It says it celebrates unions and marriages, but nothing actually official"

"Oh .."

"So let's get married here darling. Let's have our unofficial official ceremony now"

You said as you led her to the counter

"Wait..."

"It's okay you don't want to"

"No..no I definitely want to, I'm just straddled, and what If they don't celebrate our 'marriage', baby there are no legal obligations here"

"Well I don't care if they don't celebrate 'Our' marriage. I'll find another fake church that does, but we have to try frist right ?"

She nodded and took your hand.

"Hello ladies how May I help you"

You both looked at each other and she smiled.

"We would like to get married." "Alright, are you married irl ?" "Nope"

"I have to inform you this is all outside of any actual legal union, this mariage is only valid here, and in your hearts."

"We know"

"Perfect then. Follow me" You arrived in a room filled with dressed and suits, the man asked if you wanted to pay before or after, you decided to do it now, Wilhemina didn't even notice you did. "I'll let you approximately 30 minutes to choose your formal wear and get dressed, an hour to prepare your vows and will Then accompany the... well brides walk down the aisle"

"If it's easier i don't mind being already there."

"Oh yes good. Anyway, I'll let you change, there are two different Rooms with staff so you don't see each other until marriage"

"Thank you". You both said before picking your outfits and trying on dresses and suits. After some time the man came back and took Wilhemina before letting you know where was the aisle. You waited there with the pastor, who didn't look used to celebrating marriages between women, but who wasn't mad about it. The music started and there was no one else in the church except for the few staff and you both. The doors opened and you saw your girlfriend walk arm in arm with the guy who welcomed you in. She looked ethereal, beautiful you had never seen such beauty before, her hair was in a beautiful hairdo, half down half up, a bunch of colored flowers in her hair and even a purple orange make-up.

She walked gracefully, her dress following her and a veil attached to her flower crown.

"Hey"

"Hey...wow, you...look... amazing...I'm so lucky" she blushed before being handled her cane and replied "Well...I must say You're not so Bad yourself y/n"

"Erm erm.. We are reunited today. To celebrate the union of two beautiful souls, linked together by life. Two hearts beating at the same pace, two bodies sharing one path. We are here, in the evening of this bright full day, to make the two women standing here, married, for better and for worst until death do them apart...If i may have the rings. " He took them and turned to Wilhemina "You will now exchange your vows"

"Oh..lord..sorry. this is the part I'm not going to be good at. But you already know that.

You know every part of me. Every single piece I've yet to discover. You hold them, in your arms. Steady, fierce, protective, bringing me the safe home i could have never hope to have. And yet here you stand. By my side every day. You hold my heart, and you make my sun hang, so bright yet so easy, in my sky. I didn't believe I could ever be liked. And you showed me unconditional love.

I didn't believe I was pretty, you made me feel like the most beautiful goddess in the world. I didn't believe I could feel it, but darling, you are the person I love like I would have never believed such feeling existed.. I am not good at expressing feelings, I find them to abstract, to volatile to be caught by my words. So I chose the ones of someone else that resonated with me so hard I believe them to be our own.

'You belong with me, my love. And I belong with you. We should live life side by side, In everything we do. You belong with me today, For now and ever more. And I belong with you, my dear, The one that I adore. We were meant to be, I know; It’s written in the stars. I love the way we are as one, And everything you are. Just think of all the moments Aligning for us to meet, So once we found each other, We were bound to feel complete. But this part of our story, We’ll sit and write together. Hanging memories on the wall,of the home we’ll share forever. So, both of us are certain. As we each say ‘I do’, That you belong with me, my love, And I belong with you." As she was done and the tears spilled from your eyes the pastor gave her a ring and spoke again.". "Now you will repeat after me as you place the ring on her, -I take you, y/f/n" "I take you y/f/n" ; "—to be my wedded Wife" "To be my wedded Wife"

"— to have and to hold from this day forward"; "To have and to hold from this day forward"

"—for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer''; "for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer" ; "—in sickness and in health to love and to cherish,"; "in sickness and in health to love and to cherish,". "—till death do us part"

"Till death do us part"

She said as she finally settled the ring she picked out on you.

"You will now exchange your vows to your bride."

".. Wilhemina, every time I dreamed about love, it was always me finding it, searching, like a lost salior for my beloved boat.But little did I know, love would find me, it would find a way through my heart, in between the cracks of it, sunshine would bring healing. I remember when I first fell in love. The intensity, the warmth, I remember her smile, her hair. I remember how hard I loved. How wrong I may have, probably because of the youth. I remember how much it had hurt. When she was taken away from me. When I could no longer hold her body, when everything from her had immediately and indefinitely turned to dust. I remember how I cursed at the wind, yelled, screamed, cried, abused whatever God had been responsible for it, responsible for this pain love had brought. I swore, I swore to never love ever again. And I tried, I begged for love to leave me alone. I dreamed it would never hurt again. And I remember when I found you, and you found me. How utterly lost we had been. How stupid it was for me to think I would not fall for you.

For your smile.

For your laugh.

For your eyes.

For your tears of joy and sorrow. For every single beat of your heart. How stupid I had been, To think I would never fall again. But the truth is, I spent all these years climbing, to afraid, to hurt, to coward, to actually jump. But the more high you gain The longer and harder the fall. And man, did I fall. And man, how did it feel so terribly perfect to do so. And man, little did I know, you could make me fly. I wasn't scared anymore. It didn't hurt. It was the answer I had been searching for all of my life. The one I didn't know was within me all along, the one you brought to life. It was love, love was the answer. No Our, our love was the answer. I'm so completely and unapologetically in love with you. You, you, you it's always been you. And the stars are watching, they are jealous, and they talk because never in the eternal burn they experience, never did they see souls shine so bright. Our connection goes beyond speaking, you choose words to express what you want to say. I want words to choose how to express what I say. In truth, we married each other that first night, in bed, we had been married by our bodies, but now we stand in history—what our bodies had said, mouth to mouth, we now said publicly, gathered together.

'I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:i love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself, and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose from the earth lives dimly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love, except in this form in which I am not nor are you, so close that your hand upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my dreams... We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight, live coiled in shells of loneliness, until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies, old memories of pleasure, ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls. We are weaned from our timidity, In the flush of love’s light, we dare be brave. And suddenly we see that love costs all we are and will ever be. Yet it is only love, which sets us free.'.. Today i stand here, as i will stand for as long as my fragile body allows me to, perhaps then I will sit, or lay, by your side my dear, always. And love within me blooms, and makes flowers from every cell in me grow. I will choose you over and over again love, I will hold you close, I will give you peace, I will bring you home. In me. In my heart."

"Now, for the ring.."

He gave you the one you'd picked for her, a thick golden string with amethyst, and Carnelian.

"-I take you, Wilhemina venable"

"I take you, Wilhemina venable"

"-to be my wedded Wife"

"To be my wedded Wife"

"- to have and to hold from this day forward"

"To have and to hold from this day forward"

"- for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer

"for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer"

"-in sickness and in health to love and to cherish,"

"in sickness and in health to love and to cherish,

"-till death do us part"

You finally slid the ring on her finger before saying.

"Till death do us part

"Perfect, you may now kiss the bide."

You turned to Wilhemina, picked the veil covering her face, lifted it and placed it backwards before taking she took her face in her hands and yours grabbed her hips, bending her slightly backwards before stealing her lips in the most beautiful and delicious kiss you both had the chance to share, oxygen wasn't even needed as your whole body experienced full Bliss, during the embrace you heard, no felt her mumble 'i love you' to which she know you replied by kissing her harder tumbling a little before parting away, faces close, smiles on both of your lips. You walked down the aisle tightly pressed together her hair darked than usual with the dim candle light. And as you went through the door, bells rang and you felt rice being thrown at you from somewhere you couldn't spot. Eventually you got outside, turned to your wife and spun her around before kissing for what would most definitely not be the last time of the day, body pressed together like it will be during your Wedding night.

When you came back home both of your touch yas tender yet urgent, you took no time to

Set your things, just immediately riding her of her day clothes and coat, slamming the door with your feet and taking her upstairs. Before the bedroom door you lifted her up over the threshold, "tradition is sacred my darling"

"Shut up and just make love to me"

Shortly you were both in your underwear, your body on top of hers, cradling her with kisses and caresses, your lips all over her body.

You began to take her nipple in your mouth and play with the other one, her back arched and she moaned loudly, you were starting to kiss your way down her body but she stopped you.

"I..I..want us to cum...together"

"I can't refuse my baby now"

You dragged down her body before teasing her inner thigh and kissing her clit, making sure she was wet enough, you went up her body again, your hand between her legs stating to work her up. Your own hand finding yourself, toying with your panties before sitting back and touching yourself for her to see. Once you were both ready you aligned both of your centers, and lowered yourself on her. Hearing a moan from both of your throats as the contact was a delightful bliss. Your moans filled the room as you rubbed your clitorises faster, wet sounds coming from the friction. "Uh..uH baby I'm getting close"

"..wait a bit for me.. can you do that ?"

"Uhh..yeah..yeaH" You doubled your efforts and before you knew it she was cumming all over you which triggered your own orgasm. You fell on her body, legs intertwined as your bodies sank into each others. Still catching her breath Wilhemina couldn't stop herself from laughing.

"...We got married...in an amusement park";

"We did baby...".

".....I love you";

"I love you too baby"

A/n: the italic pieces are bits of different poems, I couldn't settle for one, if you think cutting a poem is sacrilegious I'm sorry but I believe that Words and art is ment to be movements, live and change though our experiences of then, pieces of structure that you can use to build. your own.

#wilhemina venable #sarah paulson fanfiction #wilhemina venable x reader #sarah paulson characters #wilhelmina venable #soft!mina #ms venable

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— presentation: FOCUS! ꒰ — jump starting my new blog with a composition i previously uploaded to my wattpad account, wrldhorror. here, requests for drabbles and headcanons are welcome! minors dni, but if you are of the age of consent guidelines apply (see here). ꒱

this a mature composition that contains descriptions of actions that are not appropriate for children who are not of age. there will be no further warning, so you must read at your own discretion.

✧˖*°࿐ focus ❛ just focus on me, keep your eyes on me ❜

warnings: nudity, smut, cockwarming, cunt slapping, 18+

various textbooks and paper-copy assignments were left unattended to and forgotten as [yn]'s conscious descended into a state of dream-like infatuation. coherent dialogue failed to part her kiss-swollen lips, pitiful whimpers slurring each syllable that fell from her glossed appendages. she struggled to assemble sensible thought as, presently, her levelheadedness began to plummet and accumulate in a fragmented pile of shambles.

"pay attention, or i'll make you." withdrawing the female from her state of stupefaction, a noticeably smooth baritone glissaded the goosed flesh of [yn]'s extremities while trailing the length of her spine and causing her to erect in abrupt attentiveness. the velvet tone of his octaves prompted the young lady to shudder, inducing her to further rut her hips against his own. their hips meet at a pace that could only be described as painstakingly sensual but still harsh enough to be interpreted as needful. a stifled moan prompted [yn] to toss her head before dropping it into the clothed shoulder of her lover.

kneading against [yn]'s viscid, pulsating heat was her boyfriend's sex, the length stretching the width of her cunt with a modest singe that caused her skin to set ablaze with a newfound coating of arousal, tears welling upon her waterline and threatening to depart the silken lashes that flittered until they began to blink at a pace of leisure, the strands sinking steadily. "you're not making this any easier for me." her complaint was exhaled as a soft whine, her glassy hues fluttering close with an implosive grind of her pelvis. [yn] pressed more weight into the grind of their bodies. "i'll be good for you, shoto. won't you pay attention to me?" lifting her head to meet todoroki's indifferent gaze, [yn] pouted at his nonchalance, prettily exhibiting her bottom lip as it jutted in perplexity.

weakly fisting bundles of his cotton tee in the palm of her hands, [yn] sighed a reply, stiffening on todoroki's lap as her silken parapet milked the male for all of his worth, aching for a method that would result in illimitable pleasure. reaching for euphoria, yearning for ferocious shock impulses that would render her limbs useless and turn her stature into putty, [yn] impatiently replied to one of shoto's former queries. "the answer is renunciation."

inspiration for a sadistic idea such as this method of study befell upon [yn]'s shoulders. specifically, she was to harbor the blame for her predicament as discovering the most beneficial technique of cramming a lecture before the designated date of an inescapable exam was a conversation commenced herself. shoto agreed to aiding her with such probe, even suggesting a method of his own. if she were to answer correctly, she'd be presented a reward for her troubles. unluckily, she had failed to do so numerous times.

"try again, princess." as determined beforehand, the punishment for any incorrect answer would ensue a brutal thrust of his hips, the motion never failing to swipe the flushed tip of his cock against a particular doughy spot of her insides, causing a honeyed moan of his name to escape her trembling lips. "come on. you're almost there, baby. two more questions and i'll make that pretty mouth of yours squeal in delight."

"it's polity," her answer was breathy and at a pitch no louder than a whisper. "i know it is." struggling to straddle his thighs, her own began to tremble in discomfort. she tentatively eased onto his lap, sinking herself into a position that allowed for her cervix to thumb against the rosy head that was sheathed between her legs. beginning to give into impulse and shove their hips together, [yn] shakily rolled her hips, hoping a subtle movement such as that would not be prominent enough to garner the attention of her admirer.

as if in disbelief, todoroki softly laughed at the girl in his arms. a condescending gaze fell upon her shoulders before dismissively peering at the papers that had fallen askew and were splayed upon a maple desktop. "it's as if you're purposefully getting these wrong," scoffing but with no intention of reprimanding her, he brought his lips to her ear and kissed rhetoric against her heated skin. delicately placing a kiss beneath the lobe of her ear, he descended upon the base of her neck. in response, she lulled her head until it rolled about, further allowing the male to mark her skin with deep colored blemishes. "should i punish you?" pausing his former traveling of love-spawned markings of adulation, he froze at the dip of her collar bone, sucking at the supple skin until it became an angry bruise.

shoto's lidded stare observed the withering figure of his girl. devouring her with a magnetic gape, his hues inundated, drinking in her flustered disposition until he could no longer prevent himself from swallowing her sobs of pleasure. a gentle brush of their lips transcended into a duel of hunger, each pulling the other in as if they were to disappear.

humming into the feral abundance of the rough brush of their lips, [yn] couldn't help but arch against her lover as the hand placed above her hip pulled her close. the movement caused for travel of her pelvis, further ramming her neglected cunt against the flushed rod that convulsed at the greedy clench of her plush walls.

at her sensual movement, todoroki's own hips bucked into her own, further stroking his cockhead against the surface of her gummy walls, causing his cock to twitch in anticipation. hissing, shoto's head momentarily fell before he brought his hands to [yn]'s hips and tightened his grasp on her ceaseless grind. "i told you to be still, did i not?"

"please," opposing the installment of todoroki's palms, [yn] continued to sink onto his length, sputtering a request that was near to dying out. "don't stop." leaning into his embrace, she pressed her temple against his own, low moans filling the space as she continued to generate friction between the heat of her legs. "just a little harder."

straining to prevent himself from giving into wild desire, the boy's attention fell to the bundled skirt that scrunched around the waist of his companion. his bi-colored hues followed the movement of her thighs as she rolled her hips. "look at you," shoto's fingers brush the underside of her chin, a few of his fingers cupping the base of her neck as to lift her head from his peripheral and bring it to his forefront visual. "grinding against everything. you're quite the needy thing, aren't you?" tilting her head as if examining a newfound discovery, shoto's cold stare devoured the sight of his flustered girlfriend, her desperate expression persuading him to ravish her until she could no longer recite his given name.

"what's another word for wise, baby?" his attention drooped from the dipped bridge of her nose and fell upon the curve of her lips as he questioned her in regards to the current subject of focus. her gape rounded at an involuntary twitch of her hips, barely comprehending a word that fell from his lips. almost unable to process any speech of interest, [yn]'s sight relied on intensively providing each mound a devoted gawk. a badgering ache numbed her rational thought, swallowing the sensible and only rational portion of her conscious in a sudden pit of longing.

"sagacious." sputtering the last of vocabulary, she huffed and willed herself to patiently sit on the quivering muscle that battered the cushion of her insides.

"atta girl," congratulating her for finishing her allotted assignment, todoroki shifted, edging his pelvis to where it eagerly shifted against her own. "that's a feat worthy of praise. how should i reward you?" choking todoroki's dick in awaited hope, her gummy walls fluttered and squeezed in excitement. "do you want to cum?" persistently nodding at his question, she batted her lashes, attempting to pull him closer by threading her fingers along the back of his head, brushing their lips together but leaving a distance that left them barely touching. todoroki's optics flickered to her nearing lips before settling a hard stare upon her own. "then, ask nicely. use your words like a good little girl."

"i'll be good for you. i promise." aware that her acclamation was not enough to satisfy the unconvinced male before her, she sucked up her own pride and snapped her gaze away from his own, watching glittering rays of light penetrate through the lace curtains of the occupied bedroom. "won't you ravish me?" protruding the mound of her bottom lip, a pout pulled at her cheeks as she unwillingly begged, playing into todoroki's undermining motives.

attentive to the nude colored appendages, the boy was unable to cease his withdrawn condition. mindlessly discerning the cupid's bow curve of her lips, todoroki compelled himself to descend deeper into his lengthening pit of limitless desire. his different colored optics followed the cute pucker of her mouth, aimlessly wondering the features of her expression until perceiving the endearingly shy look she bore. noticing the unfocused gape of her cowardice countenance, shoto's lips stretch across his cheeks, a slant to his smile as he lifts his brows in mischief. "you'll have to speak up if you want your request obliged." evident in his tone was a smug expression as his narrowed lids attempted to meet the eyes of his lover. though, his expression flattens when not even the pearl-like pitch of his tone acquires the attention of his girlfriend.

leaning forward to trail his knuckles across the goosing skin of her ribcage, the reddened pads of his fingertips work to dig the wool of her sweater in his hands and hike the cloth over her head. perking her breasts sat the cloth of a wired bra, the intricate lace cupping the hills while extra flesh nearly spilled from the confinement at the quick haste of todoroki's movement. her chest bounded as the hem of her shirt roughly glided against the fabric, the action causing the different textures to drift and brush against her breasts.

attaching his lips to her cleavage, todoroki made swift movements as to unclasp the black undergarment and place her back against the table that had formerly been occupied to responsibly study. the sudden rise of his seated position further pressed his cock into her cunt, the motion oozing slick that dripped from the origin of penetration onto the desk. the change deliciously stroked her walls, a squeak parting her lips as she clasped onto his shoulders.

disregarding the copy of papers, the fiery skin of the young lady now dominated the area. [yn]'s elbows propped her against the wood as she questionably observed the change of position. [ec] orbs analyzed the male who lowered over her figure, prompting her to relax as he cupped the back of her knees to lock her hips in place, using his grip to pin her knees to her chest as he captured a squeamish moan with his mouth.

"disobedient, aren't you?" not specifically searching for a response, he continued, "make sure you behave for me, princess. if you make a sound, i'll edge you until you're crying for relief," terminating further debate, an abrupt snap of his hips initiated copious muffled moans, the girl cupping her mouth to prevent squeals of rapture from growing consequently clamorous. "lie there and give me a pretty show, okay?" gripping a hip as to control the force of his rapid assault, shoto began to pummel her walls with ruthless vigor, the table used for leverage creaking beneath them.

scuttering as to escape the brutal snapping of his waist, [yn] arched against the flat surface of the table, heels searching for something to ground into. such expedition was futile as her toes curled into the air, her legs dwindling and hooking around her lover. the extended extremities tensed at the deliberately vicious thrust of his hips. he wanted her to violate his rule! the pace he began with was causing the task of remaining silent impossible when the quick jerks of his hips allow him to reach depths that cause [yn]'s optics to roll to the back of her head.

the fingers coiled around her mouth begin to weaken, the palm of her hand slipping from her face and instead gripping todoroki's forearm for the gain of proper leverage. the next pound rammed into her withering heat plunged against the velvet insides of her sex, the pink head of his cock driving into a doughy area that had her toes curling tighter than before, and an inaudible, choked wail that reverberated within the confines of her throat was soon swallowed with a gulp of air. quick to stifle further wanton sound, she clamped her lips together, pitiful whimpers restrained in the insides of her mouth as if she were some animal confined against its will.

continuously drilling against that particular spot, todoroki upheld his ridiculous pace. [yn] screwed her eyes shut and tensed her jaw as to silence an incoming scream. promptly, the glassy hue of her orbs began to fade, the color descending behind her glistening lids as her pretty, tear-filled optics rolled to the back of her head. she desperately wanted to voice her praise, but instead was left with an uncontainable urge to cry the male's name. her knees buckled in the air, and if not for the boy occupying the space between them, they would've clamped shut.

displeased with her distracted gape, shoto roughly pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, clicking his teeth in dissatisfaction. pulling his arm away from the girl, he wedged his hand between her soft thighs, and his fingers parted her slicked folds to press fast circles over her clit, vigorously rounding the aroused bud at a pace that left the young lady gasping for incredulous amounts of air.

her eyes popped open at the overstimulation, her hands trembling as she dug her nails into the skin of her lover to provide herself with a sense of stability, wishing to ground herself to the table and sustain her from losing herself to her high.

"keep your eyes open," furrowing his brows, he met her lust-blown ogle. scoffing, he ceased the ministrations on her clitoris and brought his lips to her neck to remind her, "only obedient girls are rewarded." after nipping at her neck one last time, he brought his mouth to her bounding chest, taking one of the erect buds into his mouth. his gaze flickered to his victim when she slipped a cry of his name. shamelessly tugging his head towards her heated skin, she sighs in content and furrows her brows, subconsciously fluttering her lids until closed.

"don't make me tell you twice." widening her eyelids, she parts them in shock at the grip around her mouth. todoroki's nimble fingertips pressed into the sides of her mouth, and she meekly met his overbearing gaze. the brisk rutting of his pelvis had died and left the girl beneath him lifting her hips to generate friction.

"i'll do whatever you ask," greedily digging her heels into his back and tugging his hips to meet her crotch, she pleaded for him to continue as if a mantra that would grant countless blessings. "please," she panted, "keep going." dying for friction, she caused more contact between the two by jerking her pelvis against his own.

"you can't follow one simple instruction." the irritation in his octaves was evident, but he harbored no genuine distaste with the girl. withdrawing his sex until only the tip pressed into her tightening closure, todoroki belittled her with his glare. "should i remind you that you were to keep quiet? do i look as if i'm messing around? did it appear as if i was kidding when i said i would punish you?"

nearly flinching from his scold, [yn]'s pleads freeze on her tongue, and her movement stilled due to a feral glint that began to swell in his eyes. a nervous gulp glissaded her throat and induced her to utter an apology, figuring it's better if she were to request forgiveness. "it won't happen again, shoto. i," a squeal concluded what was the start of her sentence, her head roughly falling onto the table as her back arched once more. her jaw parted as her eyes languidly fell to the back of her head.

instantaneously, she began whining. as if to fuck her silly, shoto stuffs his girlfriend until he had buried himself to the hilt, his cockhead flexing against her cervix and pounding her insides at a pace that was sure to alter her walk with a limp.

electricity scourged her fluttering insides, white flecks dotting her vision. as todoroki continued his attack, [yn]'s abdomen began to coil into an all-too-familiar bundle, cries resounding the room as she begged for the male to further strike his area of interest.

pulsing shockwaves traveled the length of her spine before descending to the tips of her toes, tingling her insides with enough vigor that left her stammering incoherent phrases. sloppily meeting shoto's lips in a kiss that was far from coordinated, she mentioned her impending orgasm, her calf flexing as she threw her head back and gripped onto todoroki for dear life. sob-like moans were choked from her throat as she began to convulse in anticipation. her figure seized around the form of her lover. one last push had the girl scrambling over the edge, and she huffed a moan of his name, a wail parting her lips as the coil in her abdomen began to unravel, her vision now submerged in white while crystalline tears trailed the sides of her face in their travel.

lazily fluttering around the expanse, [yn]'s attention danced around the room, awaiting a climax that rapidly began to slip through her fingers. a sharp sting was left to remain as her gummy walls squeezed the departing length of her boyfriend's sex, the velvety flesh coiling around the muscle as to suck him back in. [yn]'s trembling lips parted to demand and explanation, her head lifting from the table to meet todoroki's unsympathetic expression. her brow hastily furrowed in displeasure.

"did you not hear me the second time?" uninterestedly gazing upon her fluttering cunt that quivered at lost of contact, the male took her knees into his palms and brought them to her chest, watching slickened arousal seep from her whimpering sex. "girls who cannot follow set rules receive no rewards." slapping a hand against her abused and desperate cunt, shoto took it upon himself to gather lubricant between the slit of her folds and fondle her twinging clit. "finish on your own," nodding towards the nails that clawed at the wood beneath her fingertips, todoroki suggested a method of solace. "with those deft fingers of yours. you can do that, can't you?"

seating himself between her legs, he gifted himself view of her trembling heat, aiding the girl by forcefully parting her legs. "go on.”

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