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usedpidemo · 5 months

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Plaid (Newjeans Hanni)

Hanni Pham is just about the perfect student: consistently top of the class, perennial dean’s lister, well liked among her teachers and peers, an active participant for every co-curricular and extracurricular activity, and overall just a good person to be around.

And you? You’re the exact opposite. Slow, lazy, constantly in self-isolation—always cutting classes whenever you can, struggling with just about everything. You’re surprised you’re still even attending this university as is, despite the countless talks with your professors.

Which is why when she greets you a good morning as soon as you run into each other in the hallway, the books you’ve been carrying crumble like Jenga blocks.

She immediately jumps into action, picking up your dropped books in record fashion to hand them back to you. The cute, irresistible smile etched on her lips is icing on the cake.

“Here you go!”

Admittedly, you feel some type of way about Hanni. It’s conflicting, constantly changing. A little bit of jealousy because she’s the student you wished you were, but also a bit of allure because of how surprisingly attractive she is. You’ve never felt any kind of attraction towards anyone in college besides her. And she turns out to be an exchange student, and you’ve never seen anyone with the combination of cuteness and beauty before she came along.

You take a moment to look into her eyes. Those gentle, warm irises perfectly capture the kindness emanating from her—God, why is she so damn irresistible. It isn’t that you’ve been giving her the cold shoulder, but you’re merely apathetic and neutral with her. Outside of the same brief rote exchanges—good morning, what’s your lunch, what are you doing after class later—you and Hanni have been, for the most part, worlds apart.

The universe is doing its part to bring you two together, because you can feel it. Tension so thin, you can cut it with a knife.

She never lets up.

She wants to know you.

“I-uh, thanks,” you say, suddenly averting her gaze to your locker instead as you snatch your books back, then in the other direction. Anywhere but her eyes.

Fuck. She keeps staring, leaning her head forward with a lively smile, her hands behind her back, waiting for you to continue. She talks with childlike passion and energy, “We have an exam in accounting later, did you study for it?”

“N-no,” you say, almost stuttering through the simplest of responses, as though your tongue is wrapped up in itself. It should be embarrassing for you to act this awkwardly in front of a sweet girl like Hanni. Mentally punching yourself to be better. It never happens. “Not exactly, I kinda forgot.”

More like you willingly neglected your studies for a nightlong gaming session. It’s an addiction.

Her eyes widen with amusement, as if she sees through the lie. Does she? You don’t know. Maybe she does. There’s so many layers to her that you never bothered to uncover. That’s the price for your negligence and decision to be a lone-wolf.

Hanni reaches her hand into the pocket of her dress shirt and presents a folded up sheet of paper. “Then this with you. Just make sure to hide it underneath the test paper, got it?”

From bewilderment to amazement—your face goes through every emotion, unsure of what would perfectly suit the situation. She doesn’t know you well enough to casually entrust you with a cheat sheet, yet she’s perfectly fine handing it to you over her presumed friends, which includes members of the student council.

Initially, you hesitate, but she’s steadfast in her position, as if you receiving this paper is doing her a favor. You ultimately fold and accept it from her. She grins as you tuck the sheet away in your coat.

“See you later!” she says, before walking past you to her next class. You slowly turn around, watch her leave and rejoin with her friends, one of whom is the student council head. Alone with nothing but your thoughts, you put the strange encounter aside and get moving again.

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The next time you see Hanni again is during world history class, right before lunch. Your rather senile professor, who doesn’t give a shit that half the class is either fast asleep, on the verge of, or doing everything else apart from listening to his monotonous lecture, drones on about Napoleon’s European conquest for the second week in a row. Even the patient student that you are, you’ve grown tiresome of it, especially with the dreadful pacing. You’re way behind schedule. At the very least, he seems to be paid well, so there’s a little silver lining.

Looking at her, you wonder if the gods were in a good mood on the day they made her. She’s as enthusiastic about the topic as if it's her first time hearing it. Listening to every single word intently, taking down notes furiously, taking pictures of the presentation even though she has it projected on her laptop because why the fuck not—she was born to be the teacher’s pet. Compare that to half of the class: even the supposed top student in the class is barely struggling to stay awake, clinging to the edges of her seat out of fear she could collapse from sheer boredom. It’s a miracle, really, that there’s at least one student showing this much interest.

The notion creeps up in your mind: Hanni’s right over there, without a care except for the lecture at hand. Your phone rests on the edge of your chair. Her smile, her shine—you want to keep more than just a mental image of her. Something to actively remind you that someone like her exists. It’s creepy, but it doesn’t matter when no one’s looking, especially not her. Only you.

Little by little your hand crawls toward the phone. Then the moral compass inside you resists. You don’t know this girl—not in the slightest. Just because of a simple kind act doesn’t mean you’re completely smitten over her. Most importantly, you remember one important point about Hanni: she’s not from here. She’s an exchange student with a one year contract set to expire in—wait for it—two weeks. The semester ends before then, and it’s reasonable to assume she’ll be gone from your life just as quickly as she entered it once the page turns.

Right as the inner conflict inside your head reaches a fever pitch, the bell rings. On one side, you’re celebrating this moral victory; on the other, you’re punching a mental wall for not pulling the trigger. Before the professor even realizes the alarm already sounded off, all the students have filed out of the room in quick succession.

You briefly consider searching for Hanni in the sea of students making their way around the halls, but seeing that she’s disappeared into the crowd, you decide to let her go. Perhaps the logical side of your brain might be telling you the truth: that she will be a mere afterthought to you after today.

But then there’s the unshakeable, unceasing part of you that refuses to give in. Even as you eat lunch at the corner of the cafeteria, you’re still trying to single out Hanni to no avail. A hopeless situation gradually growing worse with each passing hour.

A not so subtle tap on your shoulder. Look to your side and there’s your angel, appearing at your hour of need. Hanni.

“Hey! Still have the cheat sheet I gave you earlier?” she asks. A few meters behind her is the student council president, Minji, and her secretary, Danielle, engaged in their own conversation, presumably accompanying their friend.

You scramble to find the folded piece of paper somewhere in your bag, forgetting that you’ve tucked the sheet away deep in your coat. Panicked, you jump from your seat to search within your clothes, still unable to detect its tiny presence hiding in your jacket. “Shit—”

“I can give you another copy if you lost it—”

“I’m sure it’s in here somewhere!” you interject, tonally desperate, repeatedly swiping your fingers on the same pockets with no success.

Eventually, you frisk the deepest pockets of your coat, feeling something rough on the edge of your fingertips. Reeling it out, you present a folded piece of paper in front of her. It should be a small win, but it’s an embarrassing loss, especially right in front of Hanni.

“Good to know you still have it!” she says, grinning from ear to ear. You’re certain she was trying to suppress her chuckle the entire time, and based on her toothy smile, it’s not very difficult to jump to that conclusion. “Even if you didn’t lose it, I still would have given you another copy if you wanted it.”

“Hanni.” You turn to face her, a complete juxtaposition from her jolly, outgoing personality. Your expression looks stern in searching for answers. “Why are you like this? We barely know each other.”

Surprised by your sudden change in attitude, she takes a step back, pausing to contemplate her answer. Her usually bright demeanor gradually changes to reflect yours. Her smile remains, except it's hiding a little gloom, a little concern. “I just wanted to be kind to you. I saw you were struggling in some of the classes we shared and thought you needed some help. It’s only right to do the right thing, you know?”

In that moment, you regret showing a bit of attitude. Hand to your chest, as guilt occupies your heart and mind. “Oh.” You pause, stare back into those wanting eyes. “I-I guess you were really being kind to me, huh?”

“I don’t make fake answer sheets, let alone give them to people I dislike.” She leans forward, causing you to stagger back, bumping your thighs against the cafeteria stool. “And I like you.”

Your mouth gradually opens, trying to figure out what to say, how to react. Only air and silent noises come out. You genuinely have no idea how to respond to this sudden revelation. It’s not like you’re a popular name among the student body, let alone the ladies; if anything, you were mostly a ghost, only coming into light when needed—and in most cases, when the professors would ask you questions about the topic at hand.

Blinking rapidly, you needed to do a double take. “Say that again?”

“I like you.” She repeats it for you. Twice. With increasing emphasis on those three words to drive the statement home. “I. Like. You.”

Let that sink in. You still don’t know what to say. “I—”

“We can talk about this later in the afternoon. Meet me at Room 204, okay? I’m in a rush and I just wanted to briefly check on you.” You watch her tone revert back to its beaming, bubbly self with each sentence. Before you even have an opportunity to say anything back, she rejoins her friends and walks away again, waving at you while shouting, “Remember what I told you about the cheat sheet!”

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Aside from accounting, where you followed Hanni’s advice down to the letter, the rest of the afternoon kept your thoughts mostly preoccupied with Hanni’s departing words. The two classes you shared with her during that period were opportunities to stare at her, watch her from a distance. Three simple words, and yet there’s layers upon layers to uncover. What did she mean when she said them? You barely interacted for most of the semester, yet she still considers you likable. During those long, painful hours of waiting, your curiosity and anticipation slowly built up.

And then, the bell rings at the top of the seventeenth hour. Time to find out.

While students file out in every direction, celebrating their regained freedom, you make your way through Room 204. Peeking from the outside, you see no one inside, not even Hanni. It looks about the same as when you left it—messy. You’re anxious, hesitant, cautious. There’s a part of you that believes she’s merely playing you in front of her friends, and that she might stand you up as a joke. And you have no reason to believe she genuinely likes you, apart from that one simple act of kindness from earlier.

For the next few minutes, in those crucial moments of waiting, all your thoughts and presumptions begin waging war inside your head. You have one foot on the door, with the other looking to go home. It’s not the first time you’ve been stood up; you can write an entire thesis report going over each terrible experience and the feeling of bitterness and pining that followed. At the very least, should push come to shove, this wouldn’t be the worst of them—not even bottom five.

So you pace back and forth in front of the designated room, look at your phone, followed by your watch. Again and again. Minutes, stretching to hours, into days, into a slow eternity. You’re starting to lose hope.

Which is why when she comes across you in the hallway, you feel like a kid finding love for the first time all over again. You’re not even trying to hide your excitement. The stunned and relieved expression etched on your lips, the growing shade of red across your face, the hitch in your arms as they reach out to her because you couldn’t believe she would follow through on her word—

And when she flashes her toothy smile, her mouth speaking words you end up missing—you just want to take her by the hand and run away with her.

She ends up calling your name. Twice, thrice, a dozen times—you’re not exactly sure, but you can definitely lose yourself to the sight of Hanni’s presence over and over. With a hand held on the door, she’s telling you to join her inside, saying she has something important to share with you. At least that’s the very gist of it.

At her request, you leave your bag on one of the vacant seats; you end up sharing the same chair. The tension is palpable. Hanni paces back and forth in front of the desk, quietly ruminating, hiding her concerned look away from your eyes. A wakeup call for you that this is a serious matter. You have a lot of unanswered questions, but seeing the gravity of the moment, you conclude that it’s better to keep them to yourself a little while longer—at least once all the heavy air has been cleared. You stand there awkwardly, waiting for her to make the first move.

“I just want to say,” she suddenly says, still turned away from you, long streaks of dark hair covering her eyes. What they can’t hide is the frown on her lips. “I’m going to miss this place. All the profs, all the activities, but most importantly, all the people. Including you.”

“Me?” You’re not surprised at that statement; you’ve assumed she wasn’t going to be here for the long haul, considering she’s an exchange student. What does confuse you, is how she specifically singled you out from everyone else. You barely know each other. At best, you only teamed up for two group projects, which she mostly did the carrying for. For you, the bar has been set very, very low. “How come me?”

Hanni finally faces you, using everything in her willpower not to cry. Her usually lively eyes twinkle with tears waiting to be shed, but she refuses. Not even the warmest of her smiles can hide the somber and pained expression she has looking at you. “Most of the boys here are—excuse my language—a bunch of fucking jackasses and perverts.”

Not exactly wrong; if you weren’t part of an athletics club or hanging out at bars after class, you were likely to be one of their victims. You know this because you are numb to their asshole behavior. The girls would usually retreat in a subtle manner once they knew their presence, which wasn’t difficult to pinpoint.

Rolling your eyes, you reply, “You’re right. I hate their guts too—”

“But you’ve been kind to me from the moment I introduced myself, you know?” Hanni begins to walk toward you, rendering you even more frozen in place. “Even our brief good mornings meant quite a lot. It made me feel welcome.”

You didn’t really think much of it, unaware that it would have this profound of an impact in someone else’s life. And why would you—it’s a habit you’ve been taught since when you were seven. For a moment, you’d think she was being very melodramatic, as if she were practicing theater.

“And—” she pauses, takes a deep breath, “Let’s be honest; I know you like me too.”

When she drops those final words, your eyes pop. Wide. Enough to stretch through your forehead and fly up. It leaves you completely paralyzed. A whole truth bomb dropped just like that. She cusps your hands with hers; you freely allow her. Whether it's from utter shock or the desire to hold her like this for so long, you don’t know, but you definitely want to let this moment linger.

“I-I—”

You can feel her hot breath against yours, her face inching closer, your bodies almost entangling into something passionate and warm. There’s nothing stopping you both from finally bridging the gap that’s been separating you for the longest time. Hanni, the charming, popular girl that everyone either wants to be friends with or to be her, seemingly knows you like a book read from left to right. More importantly, she likes you. Tells it straight to your face.

Her arms snake around your neck, leaving you even more suffocated. No longer in her grasp, you find your hands pressed around tiny, fit waist. Her glinting eyes encourage you to let those innermost desires run wild. The suppressed thoughts you’ve been hiding slowly pull you under their influence. You shouldn’t be doing this, yet they’re right there: those sweet, puckery, inviting lips, waiting to be marked, yours and yours alone.

Instead, you end up in a tight embrace. It’s not as romantic as you envisioned. If anything, it’s bittersweet. Deep down, this is her way of saying goodbye, and you’re only realizing what this is really all about. An opportunity to bid farewell on amicable terms. It’s almost cruel that your first substantial interaction outside of school-related activities has to be like this.

You hold on to her tighter. She does the same. You’re unwilling to let go. She doesn’t want to, either.

Resting her head on your shoulder, Hanni whispers in your ear the most calming and soothing tone, “I’m going to miss you.”

You don’t believe you’ve earned the right to say those words back. So the only thing you can do is hold on to her the best you can—for dear life.

Outside, the setting sun is gradually fading away, and so does the natural light it brings. You can stay here, from dusk to dawn, comfortable in this position if she wants to.

She opens her mouth again, and she continues to hum and speak melodies in your ear. “I have one thing I want to do before saying goodbye. Can you help me?”

Without an ounce of hesitation, you nod, saying, “Anything for you.”

Hanni breaks the bear hug then leads you along with her to the desk. With the other hand, she lifts it back to her waist, placing herself in a new and unexpected position: her back arched against the table, with one knee bent beside yours. Her eyes glinting with utter desire, she couldn’t be any more obvious.

Before the realization fully dawns on you, she does the unthinkable.

A simple irresistible kiss, pulling you down by the collar of your coat. Next thing you know, you have Hanni’s back crooked further against the edge of the desk, your lip-lock turning more and more passionate. Nothing overly dramatic and sentimental—only passionate love making.

She wants it. Deep down, you want it too.

“I can’t—” you mutter, drawing your breath, pulling your lips away. But not your hands. It’s in Hanni’s custody now. Your coat halfway down your arms, she sneakily tosses it aside. “Not here.”

Surprised by your sudden change of heart, she leans forward, her fingers now pulling at the hem of your sleeves. “What’s wrong?”

“I mean—look around, Hanni. We’re in a goddamn classroom.”

If only you could throw your arms around in protest to prove a point, but even that wouldn’t save you now.

“This is what I wanted from the start.” Hanni pulls you back in, her eyes hypnotic and irresistible, shining like gold. “You wanted this, too. Don’t play.”

“Hanni—”

She stops you right in your tracks with an impulsive peck on the lips. Curling them through the kiss to form a smile, she murmurs, “Don’t think, just do.”

And you do just that. Kiss her, make out with her as if your life depended on it.

Hanni’s lips taste like they’re meant for you. Sweet like honey. Divine. Heavenly. If it were possible, you’d want to choke on your own breath holding onto them for dear life. Not to mention the hums coming out of her mouth, those subdued mewls that she releases whenever you bite on her bottom lip—you can’t help but sink back in whenever you consider the thought of letting go.

There’s no reason not to; you have this pretty little thing, Hanni Pham, all to yourself. Even your body knows how rare of an opportunity this is. With one hand quietly slipping between her pencil skirt, you navigate your way to the depths of her heat without breaking the kiss. In a flash, she throws her head back, snapping her mouth wide at the new sensation. All that cool, calm expression, gone in an instant.

“Fuck—”

“God, Hanni. You’re so wet.”

She grabs your wrist—that mischievous hand newly buried in her pussy—and urges you further, “Keep doing that. That felt so good.”

And God, does everything about finger fucking her feel incredible. The satisfying squelch of her cunt as your digits press against her warmth, the continuous twisting of her features as she crumbles from the pleasure, leaving her neck exposed for your lips to newly conquer, adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing all over Hanni’s body. Seeing her, this usually larger than life figure, fall under your spell pushes you even further.

Like Hanni, you’re still young; there’s only pleasure and the thrill of moving too fast and reckless. One day you’ll end up regretting this, ruminating over memories that could ultimately end you before you even started, but you’d rather take this memento than leave with nothing at all.

You’re both already past the point of no return. Hanni’s underwear hangs casually between her ankles while they’re wrapped around your waist, her neck filled with bite marks and deep shades of red that no piece of fabric can hide. Her dress shirt is partially unbuttoned, revealing a white camisole desperately seeking to be removed, and if that wasn’t enough, she’s made the crucial decision not to wear a bra today.

Fuck, that bulging ache in your pants is so agitating—both physically and mentally.

“Wait,” you say, suddenly turning around and locking the door quickly, letting her panties fall freely to the floor. It proves to be a little struggle when you unknowingly use your slick-coated hand over your dry one.

“Should have done that first,” she playfully chides, chuckling at you.

Returning to her with your drenched fingers pointed in the direction of her pussy, you respond, “Should have chosen anywhere but the classroom.”

“You’re saying you’d rather do this during our Christmas party?” Hanni lifts an eyebrow, taunting.

“Only if they allowed it.”

“And all those cheat sheets I handed you, all that for nothing?”

“Shut up. Didn’t need them, anyway.”

Hanni can’t help but burst into boisterous laughter. There’s no use locking that door now.

Even with the little time spent together, there’s clearly magic between you, the signs of what should have been a beautiful relationship. If only you both knew that. But now’s not the time to go over what ifs—only what’s next.

She stops you right as you ready yourself, grabbing the top button of your shirt. Using only her expressive eyes for approval, you steadily watch on till they’re completely undone. You’re left with the job of removing your undershirt and helping her toss your clothes aside. On the other hand, you’re in no rush to undress her completely; she’s a perfect mess as is with her unbuttoned uniform, her panties somewhere between your feet, and her taut nipples poking through the fabric.

And Hanni wants it that way. You’ve barely entertained the idea of running your fingers through her skirt when she interrupts your train of thought.

“You haven’t done it yet,” she says looking at your greedy, grubby hands, directing them with hers underneath her garment. “Make me cum. Please.”

As if you had any other intention. Maybe with something better, but that’s usually saved later—and for good reason.

You’re trying so hard not to curse through gritted teeth. Fuck. This. Damned. Skirt. Admittedly, it’s cute and perfectly suits Hanni; it adds to the appeal of seeing this usually meek, well behaved student asking for something more than naughty—it’s downright criminal—but you need to see what makes her really tick. Hanni’s clicking her tongue, growing more frustrated by the second than you are, anxiously waiting for you to come through. Carefully, you push a finger into her, then another, moving in delicate and systemic motion.

Then, it all clicks in perfect harmony:

She releases this pent-up moan from the depths of her chest, as though it were a heave of relief. The initial plunge from earlier makes plunging between her slick folds so much easier. You take a moment to let the satisfying sound sink in: the wet slop of her cunt as it reflexes against your fingers, unable to keep yourself from moaning with delight before you slowly draw back, then in again.

From there, everything takes care of itself.

Hanni dissolves into a whimpering mess, under the hypnotic spell of your fingers fucking her pussy in tempered, intricate strokes, effortlessly and handily. Body shaking, desk quivering under the pressure of her weight, her hands struggling to find reprieve from the overwhelming sensations thundering all over her. She can barely breathe, let alone find the words to speak. Only quick curses. Each and every word so gratifying to hear.

“Fuck—fuck—its—its—so—good—more—”

You don’t give her any breathing room. In the brief moments when you lax, with your fingers either motionless deep within her cunt or pull back, leaving marks on her inner thighs with her own slick, you’re all over her, gently fondling her and kissing her. Half her uniform’s sleeve has fallen down her shoulder, giving you more of her body for you to claim as your own. With every little touch and thing you do, you continue to set her nerves ablaze with nothing to quench her lust.

It’s no wonder she’s such a teacher’s pet; she loves to follow along without any resistance or objection. A fact proven when you lift her undershirt to expose her taut nipples, and your free hand impulsively takes them. You give her left tit a twist, and from her needy lips comes a sharp whine.

“Do it again,” she says, panting, nodding her head wildly, visibly overwhelmed. She doesn’t know what hit her, but it feels fucking amazing.

Of course, you wouldn’t pass up the opportunity, even if she hadn’t asked. Hanni’s body, all yours for the taking. Not everyone can say they fucked the top girl in the class in the classroom of all places.

And you let your body do all the talking. No amount of words nor their depth can adequately describe the sensation of tasting and feeling her figure. First your free fingers, then your tongue—they make their mark on her chest while your other digits crawl to a lazy pace inside her cunt. Not that she minds—she’s too engrossed in the blissful sensation to remotely care. Her hands find their way around your neck and back, scratching and digging away at your skin in an attempt to pull you even closer.

It aches—but not as much as the ache in Hanni’s core. As you inch her closer to climax, you can feel her tremble, propping her head on your shoulder now as her outlet, whimpering, crying, mewling. “Almost—” she mumbles, before she’s caught up again in the sea of her own pleasure. Knowing this, the rest of your body moves like it’s second nature. Faster and deeper, you continue your endless assault on her body, until—

Suddenly, Hanni freezes up, moans over your ear as a moment of silent calm follows. In the succeeding moments, you both remain clung together as her orgasm hits. And by god, it hits her like lightning. Sharp and brutal. Fingers stuck deep in her core as she gushes, quivers all over them. It lingers, leaves you both incapacitated.

Minutes that could easily stretch into hours, stuck on a desk, basking in the afterglow of unadulterated bliss. Eventually, she lifts up her head and lets out a deep breath of relief. Her hands remain entangled with your hair as she pulls herself back. A scope down gives you a short but telling extent of the damage: copious amounts of slick dripping on the edge of the table, down to the floor. You’re a little terrified of what your fingers will look like.

Through half-lidded eyes, Hanni flashes you a smile as she slowly realizes the mess she has become. Cheeks flustered with embarrassment, she quickly pushes down her undershirt, but they can’t hide her nipples’ rigidness. You’re both grinning at each other like mischievous pranksters. Something tells you that despite everything, it’s not enough. The fire in her eyes and the confidence in her laugh says it all: she’s looking for more trouble, and one way or another, you’re gonna be her accomplice.

Before you can even utter a word, you both hear a knock on the door. Through the casted silhouette, you recognize that it’s a janitor. Spent energy be damned, you’re brought back to reality. You quickly turn to Hanni in a state of alarm, “Shit. I told you not told to do this in the classroom—”

Reaching out her hand, she replies, “It’s gonna be fine! Give me my bag and I’ll get us out of this.”

You immediately rush Hanni her bag, and while you hastily put yourself back in one piece, she grabs a pack of tissues to clear all evidence of your little escapade. In no time, you’ve somehow returned the place in nearly the same position you found it. Only one difference: her panties are left on the floor, and she hasn’t bothered to pick them up.

“Wait, your underwear—” you tell her as you pick them off the floor. She’s already on the edge of the classroom, opening up one of the windows to escape. It’s not a suicide jump; only someone with brittle bones could possibly break their legs doing the drop, and there’s really no other choice: run away with her or find yourself at the dean’s office on your first day back after the holidays.

“Keep it if you want.” Hanni shoots you a playful wink and a cheeky grin as she lifts one leg over the open window. “We don’t have much time, so unless you wanna explain yourself to the profs—”

“I’m already in trouble regardless,” you reply as you join her on the way out. You didn’t need to think about what to do. “Got eight missed phone calls from my fam. I’m fucked regardless. Might as well make the most of our time while we’re here.”

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A/N: Happy new year! I never thought I’d write something for NewJeans, but never say never. Hanni was easily the scene stealer for me at the Asia Artist Awards, she and the other members constantly waved at us from beginning to end, and they were killer performers! I can see why she’s so adored; she’s both talented and adorable. It’s been difficult getting back into writing after one month away, so this definitely is a feel-out attempt, but I hope it’s still good anyway. Here’s to the coming year and hopefully more to come. Thanks for reading!

P.S. I sincerely want to take this moment to apologize for my slow production. As previously mentioned, I got hit with a severe case of the flu, which kept me down for almost two weeks. Since recovering, I’ve been experiencing weird cases of brain fog, where sometimes my mind ‘isn’t there’ and it feels like my body’s been moving on autopilot. I’ve been getting healthier since then, but the so-called absentmindedness still remains. I’ve tried writing a few times since then, and it honestly feels like I’ve forgotten how to write. Hell, this fic was supposed to be out on Christmas day and I’ve struggled to put it together! It’s been very rough. I don’t wanna make promises because I’ll just end up breaking them, so I’ll just say that I’m trying my damned hardest to get back to that level I had been moving before my momentum stalled. I always want to deliver the best possible fic for you to enjoy. Thank you so much for being patient with me as always <3

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henrioo · 9 months

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✦ ── THE MORNING AFTER: EUSTASS KID AND KILLER

Relationships: Eustass Kid x Gn! Reader x Killer (Poly), Kid x Killer (Suggested)

Synopsis: What would it be like to wake up only to discover that you didn't sleep with one crewmate, but two!

Warnings: Mention of sexual intercourse, waking up naked among people without clothes, mention of drunk (consenting) sex, mention of regret, mention of consequences, Soft Kid and Killer, Healthy Relationship, Polyamorous Relationship, Threesome

Word Count: 1,0k

Notes: Oh yeah baby, I really love this duo, this is the first part of a "series" of waking up the next day with a trio, I plan to do more now that I'm back but to debut we have my favorites, the next ones will probably be Zoro and sanji or Luffy and Law, hope you like it

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It was so soft and warm… You were under a hard surface, but it was so hot that it somehow became soft? There was something around your waist and it warmed you even more. There was a layer of soft blanket under you and everything felt even better, when was the last time you slept so well? His bed wasn't even that comfortable...

Yes, your bed was not comfortable… For some reason it was a hard mattress that you always said you would change on the next island you stopped on, but you always forgot and continued on the hard bed. Also, what was that breath on your neck? Breathing? Weren't you alone?!

Still groggy and confused, you forced yourself to open your eyes to try to figure out where the hell you fell asleep this time. His head began to throb and hurt as his eyes got used to the low light in the room, the windows were covered, preventing the sun's rays from illuminating everything.

You yawned loudly and shifted, or at least you tried to since there was something… someone holding you in place. You looked around and your face burned as your jaw dropped open in shock. You were lying on the chest of none other than Eustass Kid, your captain. Also, around your waist and curled around you like a puppy was Killer, the first mate.

You suppressed a scream and began to rummage through your memories in search of what had happened. You remembered very little, you had entered a drinking contest, won and then tried to stumble back to the ship to sleep. At some point you met Killer who would help you get back safely, maybe you found Kid on the ship, but nothing really explained how you ended up there.

And to make matters worse… Where were your clothes? Oh no… You couldn't believe you made a cliché like that, did you even sleep with your superiors just because you were drunk?!

Killer squeezed your waist a little more and settled on your back, you felt a shiver running through your body. Of course, you couldn't deny that they were very attractive and maybe you had a crush on them, besides obviously, it was a celebration night and the three of you must have been completely drunk and crazy… But still, that shouldn't have happened!

Not that you didn't want to… On the contrary, what situation would that put you in?! Would your peers say you were trying to curry favor? What if the two got mad and threw you off the ship?! There were so many possibilities for everything to go wrong that her head started to spin…

But you couldn't deny it, being there, in the grip of Killer's arms and the comfort of Kid's body was so lovely. You definitely wouldn't use that word for anything related to those two monstrous men, but it felt so right.

"Fuck my head" you heard Kid mumbling and closed your eyes at the time, maybe it would be better to just pretend you were sleeping.

He shifted a bit until he realized where he was, then there was silence until he finally spoke.

"Y/n" you bit your lip, that he didn't realize you were sleeping, it was his wish "I know you're awake" Damn! How did he know?!

"Captain…" you mumbled shyly and opened your eyes to stare at him. There was no negative emotion in that gaze, no anger, no disgust, he just stared at you... peacefully?

"Shut up, I still don't want to wake up" Killer said and then he buried his head in your neck and inhaled deeply, making you shiver and let out a small cry of fright.

"Killer, let go, they don't want to" Kid spoke quickly and not long after Killer released you with a disappointed mutter.

"Sorry" he said and then sat down on the bed.

You stood there looking confused at both of them, what was going on?

"You can go back to your room, let's not say anything to anyone" Kid said and yawned again, wasn't he going to tell? Did he… had he regretted it?

"Are we just going to pretend this didn't happen?" You let out with some sadness, you couldn't help but show your disappointment… Were you really that bad?

"Well, it's not exactly weird Killer waking up in my bed" Kid said teasing the other man who just swore under his breath "But by the look of you you definitely didn't want to be here, so let's just pretend it didn't happen, blah blah, you know" he said with little patience.

"But… What if I wanted to be here?" You said in a sad whisper. It was no secret to many that you really wanted both men, you just hadn't done anything imagining that your superiors would never hook up with their own subordinates.

"You want?" It was Killer who spoke, turning and facing you, at least that's what it looked like since his bangs covered his eyes.

"Maybe…" you said nervously and sat up, using the blanket to cover yourself.

"So does that stuff you said yesterday about you being in love with us being true?" Kid said, staring at you deathly.

"I said that?!" You screamed in shock, you had assumed that while drunk?!

"No" he smirked "But by your reaction it's true…"

"You idiot…" you cursed in embarrassment.

"So… Can we go back to sleep?" Killer said approaching you "Let's deal with the romantic talk after coffee"

"Yes definitely" Kid said and pulled you back into his chest, Killer then clung to you again.

"So…" you said after a few minutes of silence "If Killer is already a regular here… Can I be too?" That was her request to try and turn something from one night into much more, you had the chance to have those two men in your hand and you weren't going to waste it.

"You don't even have to ask, we're tired of hearing you complain about your bed" Killer said happily.

"Yeah, now shut up and go to sleep or I'll expel you both" Kid yelled with his eyes closed.

"Ah… And y/n" Killer whispered in his ear "We love you too…"

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lovelettersforthedamned · 2 months

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frat Peter x reader where he takes care of her after she gets spiked at one of his parties? 🥹🥹

Be Here For Her

✮ frat!tasm!peter parker x f!reader

✮ word count: 1.2k

✮ summary: your night has become foggy as your head swirls with confusion. when peter discovers your disheveled state, he swiftly becomes your aid while also preventing other people at his frat party from facing the same fate as you.

✮ warnings: language, mentions of drugs (spiking drinks), mentions of alcohol, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, this is a heavy topic so read at your own risk pls.

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main m.list ⋆ peter parker m.list

gif by @kenstaroyco

Your head was pounding against the bass of the music while your body felt as though you were moving through a pool of gelatin.

Peter was out mingling with the people entering the house of Kappa Phi, trying to keep things in order. But with the mass amounts of crowds entering the building, it was easy for both you and him to become distracted.

You were hanging out with a group of girlfriends of the frat when Peter approached the group again, a sheen layer of sweat on his forehead. He opens his mouth to speak, but honestly, you don’t hear a word he says. It feels like your mind is swirling as you lose focus on the conversation playing out in front of you. And when Peter places an arm around your shoulders, it feels like a ten-ton weight was set on top of you, causing you to slump a bit further into his side.

He must have felt your sluggish presence, because he grips your side tighter, keeping you in place right as your knees buckle and send you to the floor. The girls around you look at you with confusion and panic. They’ve been with you this whole time and knew you were just finishing your first beer, so you couldn’t have been drunk yet.

“Woah,” Peter exclaims as he holds you by your arms when your knees slam into the floor beneath you. Your drink falls to the floor, causing a bigger mess.

Your eyes are hooded over, your gaze unfocused. All you could put together were a bunch of faces looking down at you, and hands grabbing at you to help you up. The entire situation was overwhelming, but the thought of forming a coherent sentence made your head hurt more than it already did.

Peter’s mind was running a million miles per hour as he slowly pulled you in his arms, carrying you bridal style to take you upstairs to his room. He turns to your friends before departing, “I’ll text you guys later, get home safe.” With a few nods from the girls, he starts his careful ascent to the quiet room. He maneuvers you through the crowd, careful to not bump your head on anything. As he’s about to climb up the stairs, he hears an eruption of laughter behind him. Turning his head over his shoulder, he spots a random guy with his friends pointing and laughing at you barely conscious in his arms.

“Let me know if she’s a good fuck! I expect a ‘thank you’ later, bud,” he shouts to Peter, followed by another sound of laughter.

Peter puts the pieces together, and suddenly his vision focuses on the guy who yelled at him. He’s a skinny guy, probably a freshman, with the most obnoxious yellow shirt on. The prick in the crowd didn’t know who he was, and who you were. Anyone who knew Kappa Phi knew about you and Peter. An urge to leave him bruised and bloody on the floor overcomes him, but when a pathetic groan comes from you, he remembers that you’re in a vulnerable state. The only thing you need is Peter.

He blows him off and continues to make his way upstairs. Once he reaches his door, he skilfully pulls out his keys and unlocks them before twisting the handle and pushing his way inside the dark room. Peter lets out a sigh of relief as he walks towards his bed and lays you gently on the mattress.

Peter quickly walks back to the door, locking it behind him as he takes off his jacket, throwing it in a random corner. Kneeling next to you, he brushes some hair away from your face, keeping his hand there. He notices that you’re mumbling incoherent sentences and his eyebrows scrunch in confusion trying to piece together what you’re saying.

“D-Don’t…feel,” your body shakes with a tremor, “good.”

His heart breaks at your weak mumble of broken words. Your hand slowly reaches up to hold the hand that’s holding your face. The only thing keeping him sane is knowing you’re with him. He’s keeping you safe, and you know that.

Peter slowly comes off of his knees and starts to lay next to you. One of your hands is always touching him, a wave of reassurance washes over you at his touch. He pulls you onto your side and into his chest, the feeling of his rhythmic breathing lulling you to sleep.

The moment he feels your breath even out to a steady pace, he pulls his phone out, calling one of his frat brothers who’s still downstairs. The phone rings a few times before the music blares out of the speaker followed by a loud shout, “Parker, what’s up?”

“Hey, Matt,” he starts, “will you do me a favor?”

There’s no hesitation before Matt responds, “Yeah, of course. What’s going on?”

“Can you find Chris and look out for a scrawny kid with an aggressively yellow shirt on? He needs to be thrown out immediately,” his voice is stern but still quiet with you asleep next to him.

Peter can hear Matt call out for Chris before placing his phone back to his ear, “We see him. Anything else?”

“Yeah,” he clears his throat, “if you see him with his friends, bring them outside and get their names. And search all of their pockets. Whatever you find, bring it up to me ASAP.”

“Got it,” Matt answers before hanging up.

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About half an hour later, a soft knock is heard from Peter's door, causing him to gently unravel himself from your hold. He makes sure you’re still asleep before pulling open the door. He finds both Matt and Chris standing there with a solemn look on their faces and a few bags of white pills in their hands.

Chris starts, “We’ve got their names, all of them.” The air is heavy as Peter takes one of the bags and inspects the contents in them.

“Okay,” he takes the rest of the bags, “will you send their names to me?” The two boys in front of him nod their heads. “Can you guys also make sure everyone’s okay down there? I would go with you, but (Y/N) needs me here,” he nods back to your unconscious frame behind him.

Peter can see Matt and Chris’ brains catch on to what happened to you tonight, and their eyes go wide. They nod, speechless before heading back downstairs.

The bags in his hands feel heavy as he looks at them again before he looks back up at you. A feeling of guilt floods his brain, but he knows that you wouldn’t want him to feel responsible for this. He could hear you telling him that it wasn’t his fault. Putting them safely on his nightstand, he falls back into bed with you ready to help you tomorrow morning with whatever plan you decide to follow through with.

✮ author's note: once i'm on my frat!peter grind, it doesn't stop i fear. thank you anon for this request!! this was a heavy topic that's so real and it's so scary :( thank you for reading! ok, bye ily!!!

#peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #fluff #andrew garfield peter parker #peter parker #tasm!peter parker #frat!peter parker x f!reader #frat!peter parker #peter parker hurt/comfort

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rainofthetwilight · 1 month

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hey hi hello hihi, welcome back to another post of me ranting abt sora <3333

(be aware...this got longer than I expected, also there's s2 spoilers)

smth I really wanna talk about is how much more cheerful sora seems in s2. she's more playful, and much more happier, more sillier, and it just means so much to me???

in s1, she was more resigned, more hopeless, she was still a bit playful but it wasn't like now. her time in imperium never left her mind, it basically haunted her and she hated it. she still wasn't able to be herself, it was already hard enough anyway

she was already alone before she made those photacs, and when she finally thought she got attention and more love, she got her dreams crushed. she saw the truth, she saw how horrible the situation actually is, and her idol wasn't who she thought she is. and before she knew it, instead of her parents standing with her, with no thought they immediately disowned her. everyone did, they all shut her out and gave her the cold soldier. she was lonelier than ever before. she was basically trapped in her home, and like she said, it was a prison. and for goodness sake, she was only like what, 10? she was a child younger than someone would expect. she had no one to help but herself, and the way she immedialetly left imperium with absolutely no hesitation just hurts dude.....

the only one who managed to shine some life into her was arin, he was basically a saviour to her. she knew him from the very start, and their friendship was almost unbreakable. but despite meeting arin, her past never left her. she was still frustrated and sad, she just couldn't move on so easily, and she didn't understand how arin still had so much hope in him

but then, she stood up to her parents, finally shouting to them who she really was, what her name always was. screaming her name did not only confront them to what her name really is, but the meaning of it had layers. sora means orphan, so her shouting it, she's basically saying she doesn't have parents. they were not her parents, never were. they were dead to her. and so, she finally let go of the thought that they could ever be redeemed, because there was no hope in them, yet she had hope in herself to finally let go. just like how she saw arin having hope that his parents will come back, she had hope that it was finally time to move on. only then did she understand his hope.

and she also got to expose beatrix's lies, showing the people beatrix's lies, despite them having disowning her once. she did not want another person to exprerience what she had, and to put an end to it for someone who was already experiencing it. after beatrix was defeated, after imperium was freed, she still felt that guilt and frustration, but with the help of her new family, she soon became prouder and stronger.

and now, in s2, she's so happy. she moved on, she's finally focusing on her new life and letting go of the other. she's just so cheerful and silly and animated, and just being herself. when she speaks, there's no guilt anymore, no sadness, no frustration, no hopelessness, no defeat, she moved on and is being treated so well by her new family. she's happy. the past still clings onto her from time to time, but when it does, it's much easier to actually handle than when the memories of that time were still fresh. and I think that's so goddamn beautiful

anyway I uh...maybe analysed a bit too much abt a silly lego character, whoops sorry guys 👍

save me dragons rising........save me sora ninjago......she's so me bro I literally can't, I love her so much 😭

#ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago spoilers #dragons rising spoilers #ninjago sora #levi's ted talks #levi's analysis #will someone actually read through all this lmao #when it comes to sora and arin I absolutely cannot stop yapping sorry guys 👍

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omaano · 1 year

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Last one for @bobadinweek's bingo - A Gravity Falls AU for my FREE square! I'll make a whole post to sum up all my contribution to this bingo a bit later (I made 10 artworks for this event in the past year omg!) - but I'm really pleased to end it with this one - just look at how cute they are as babies! There are some musing about this AU (and another variant) under the cut if you're interested ;)

I'll admit that I don't actually know much about Omega (aside from how she appeared in some fics and what I saw of her on this site), but I already felt bad enough for taking her bow and giving it to Boba (if it's up to Grogu he won't be able to keep hold of it for long, lol), so I felt it best to let her keep her hat and give her the journal. She seems more like the type to pour over it, while Boba just jumps headfirst into any and every kind of adventure. (Also imagine Boba with a pig-sized mini rancor. He'd lose a limb to it, but he would also LOVE it!)

I know that it's usually headcanon'd that Din and Boba are about the same-ish age (with usually Boba coming out a year-or-two older), but for the sake of fun here let Din hit puberty and his growth spurt a bit earlier and be just a bit older, and let Boba have his gay little awakening that summer.

(Just imagine that episode where Dipper makes multiple copies of himself (I know the roles don't track perfectly, shush!) to try and ask Wendy out for that dance/date at the party - and make it Boba trying his very awkward best [insert clone joke here], and, say, put an equally teenage Cobb in Robbie's place, except Cobb turns out to be cool, and now Boba is in all kinds of trouble, and surrounded by too many cute boys wow (but Din is still the cutest with his weird frog-eating baby troll). This idea's kept me entertained through the struggles of trying to keep track of my lineart and flat colour layers with the background here lol.)

ALTERNATIVELY I also entertained the idea of Boba and Fennec running a con mystery shack because they try to lie low for some crimes and not get caught (they are just the ideal type of chaotic-dumb-but-secretly-competent combo, who would play super dumb about any supernatural shenanigans going on while casually leaning against a rancor under a way too small sheet in the corner); and Din is the handy man helping out around the shack, trying to cover for his weird slightly green son who should not be allowed near frogs or you will see something you can never unsee after, and baby Rey, Finn and Poe could be the ones to get into all kinds of supernatural trouble (with Hux as Pacifica, and Kylo/Ben as Lil Gideon lol that would even work with Han and Boba having an archnemeses kind of situation going on). Plus Boba has an endless supply of lost competent twins so...

#bobadin #bobadinaubingo #boba x din #boba fett #din djarin #tbb omega #omega bad batch #the mandalorian fanart #tbobf fanart #sw fanart #digital art #gravity falls AU #my art #I swear I tried to keep this last one simple if I'd picked the second variant (as I'd entertained it a month ago)#I would have evnded up drawing a whole interior of the mystery shack and like 7 characters #and I am not going to do that to myself on a time constraint #I haven't yet recovered from that bookshop interior yet lol #one day I will get the photo qulaity of my posts right I swear

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vidavalor · 22 days

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Hello! Would you like a chocolate chip cookie? And if you have an opinion on it can you share why you think that Aziraphale never calls Crowley by his first name when it's really romantic? Thank you!

Thank you for the cookie and the ask. *noms* They're both delicious.

Aziraphale explained in 1941 in what situations he'd be willing to deviate from his normal, fond use of "Crowley" and give Crowley's (very romantic-- Aziraphale loved it) first name a go:

To get used to something is to grow accustomed to it. That's the surface layer of Aziraphale's response to Crowley in 1941 but the innuendo is that he's telling Crowley he's willing to "get used to" Crowley's new first name-- meaning, that Aziraphale is willing to call Crowley "Anthony" in bed.

It's also a bit more romantic a line if you factor in some of the etymology of 'use'/'used' as well as look at how Aziraphale's use of it also connects to wordplay with several other words (brook and bad) and in other scenes in the series (1827 and 2008) as well. More on that under the cut.

Used: from the Latin usus (yes, 2x us-- cute, huh? ) and the Old French us (the French just kinda decided one 'us' was enough to describe what 'us' is, apparently.) It developed from there, predominantly through Old French, into user and the concept of to use. So, long story short, the idea of using something is derived from the concept of 'us' as being a group of more than one person, which adds a bit more of a sense of romance to using the word 'use' in a sexually euphemistic sort of way (at least it does in the context of 'use' being used by two word nerds lol).

To use: original meanings, many of which are still, well, used... to frequent, to practice, to make use of, to enjoy, to apply, to consume. The word replaced the Old English verb brucan in this way. Brucan meant to brook something, which is an old-fashioned way of meaning all of these: to eat with someone; to use; to possess; to endure (to last); to cohabit with; to need; to enjoy.

We heard Aziraphale throw 'brook' into a sentence to Crowley in S2 in 1827, still thinking he had enough time to be flirting with Crowley while discussing the morally right position to take but Crowley felt Wee Morag dying in the process. Maybe not the most cheery example of Ineffable Husbands flirt but it ties linguistically to 'used' and shows a history of Aziraphale using the two words as innuendo:

Used might seem on the surface to be a slightly vulgar way to refer to sex but its etymology, as we can see here, is more romantic and also ties to the food theme of Crowley and Aziraphale's language as well.

The words-within-words of Ineffable Husbands Speak is the first rule of it-- and also the (pardon the bird pun) cardinal rule of language in the show, in general. This is off of the first shot of the show being the word 'war' being shown to us as within the word 'warning'. The word that lives inside used is us.

Crowley is using (ha, unintentional pun, sorry) us/used as recently as in 2.06, even if Muriel has no idea what it means. Crowley doesn't trust that the Inspector Constable isn't going to report to Heaven what they see in the bookshop once they leave so he is actually speaking aloud an intention to take Aziraphale to boozy breakfast in an effort to hide the fact that he's actually thinks they're in massive trouble and need to work out a plan. Everything he's saying, though, as with a lot of what he says to Muriel in general, is in his and Aziraphale's language, mostly for Crowley's own amusement, so this bit below is as much Ineffable Husbands Speak as "extremely alcoholic breakfast at The Ritz" is:

"When Aziraphale does come back, I think we need a little us time."

Us Time = Muriel, that's when all house guests need to get gone because Antony and Cleopatra need to use the fuck out of each other...

...but going back to brook for a second?

We looked at brook as a verb, right? What it means to brook? But the common way we use the word brook now is in its other meaning as a noun-- a brook is a stream. It's a body of water and it houses fish. If you've seen any other post I've made about Ineffable Husbands Speak, you've probably seen that we can see that fish and everything nautical/the sea/ships/etc. is rooted in Aziraphale's oysters innuendo in Rome when they started sleeping together. They use references to fish as euphemistic for the sexual experience and, in particular, orgasm. The sea as sexual metaphor isn't exactly new (those "crashing waves" are in many a book lol) but Crowley & Aziraphale have turned basically anything related to the sea into sexual innuendo across several scenes.

If there's a pun to be had, Crowley & Aziraphale have found it, and one of the more amusing ones is a word where fish/the sea crosses into Heaven/Hell-related words-- and that's in damned. To be damned is to have been cast to Hell but within damned is the word dam. A dam is a natural or manmade barrier that exists to stop or redirect the movement of a body of water. As Ineffable Husbands Speak innuendo, being damned would then seem to be at least one of, if not both of the following: to be to be restrained in bed (something which several different scenes suggest Crowley periodically enjoys) and/or a reference to repeatedly stopping prior to an orgasm aka edging (also something which the language in several scenes suggest is an Ineffable Husbands favorite past time.) More than likely, it's probably the two combined.

From here, go to the innuendo that ends the 2008 minisode in 1.01, when Aziraphale says: "Well, I'll be damned" and Crowley replies, with a wink:

😂😉 Bonus etymology because it adds something to Crowley's above flirt:

Bad: From the Old German baeddel, which meant hermaphroditic, a word that's a bit outdated in our modern use of language but which is of historical relevance to being intersex and is rooted in the Greek god Hermaphroditus-- the intersex child of Hermes and Aphrodite, the goddess of erotic love. (It's Aphrodite who is the root of the word aphrodisiac and who was frequently depicted in art on the shell of a scallop or an oyster.)

Hermaphroditus was one of the Erotes, which were the ancient Greek gods of love and sex. When they're referred to in Roman art and literature, the Erotes are called "Cupids." In the 18th century, a French novelist popularized a rebranding of sort of Asmodeus as a Cupid-like figure and Crowley didn't exactly deny that he's Asmodeus when Aziraphale suggested so in the Golgotha scene. There is also the Cupid statue in the bookshop-- seen in the same scene in S1 where Crowley flirts with Aziraphale by using "bad" and "used." (It's visible in the earlier part of the scene, when Crowley is still drunk and walking around.) The Cupid sculpture is angled so that it is aiming its arrow at Aziraphale's desk. 💘

There is also that, in 'Demon's Guide to Angelic Beings Who Walk the Earth' (the book Furfur has in 1941), Furfur has written a note to remind himself not to trust Crowley because, among other reasons: "his hair is bad!" The joke is that Furfur doesn't know just how true that is (or see the irony because Furfur's hair is also a pompadour of sorts lol.) Crowley's hair is always in a variation on the pompadour-- a hairstyle throughout history, worn by everyone from society ladies to Elvis. Crowley is bad, indeed, and it adds a bit of self-referential-ness to the "it's not so bad when you get used to it" wordplay that suggests Aziraphale's own history with being damned-- even though he's still an angel in 2008. 😉

#ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #good omens 2 #good omens meta #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable husbands speak #etymology

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infiniteeight8 · 4 months

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Ironstrange: outsider POV, like a gossip blog or fangirls (positive spin preferred).

If the way I describe this fan group seems a little dated, that’s because the last time I was active in a fan group (in the sense of daily discussions and events and such; I’ve never stopped reading and writing) was eight years ago and I was old fashioned even then. So just assume this OC is like me—she stuck with what she knew and liked and there were, happily, people who felt the same.

This may start out feeling a bit iffy on the spin, but I promise it’s going a good way.

It’s also over 700 words and I still feel like I didn’t quite get a solid outsider POV going. I like it, I just don’t know if it got the feeling that I love in Outsider POV fics when I read them.

Daria has been running the Iron Man Forever fan page since the beginning. 15 years of following Iron Man’s adventures, organizing meetups, and squeeing over new developments in Tony Stark’s life. Iron Man Forever survived the schism prompted by Tony getting together with Pepper Potts, and it survived The Snap, and it survived the schism prompted by Tony and Pepper’s divorce. After coming through all of that, if not intact, then at least still active and proud, Daria is determined that it’ll survive Tony’s new relationship with Doctor Strange, too.

Admittedly, this one is starting rougher than the others. There’s a disappointingly substantial group of fans who seem to have forgotten that Tony has always been bisexual, and that getting married didn’t change that. Daria and her moderators have already had to ban a bunch of bigots.

Personally, Daria hasn’t decided where she falls on the Strange Situation yet. She’s always thought that the best relationships were complementary, where the people involved bring different strengths to the table. Doctor Strange seems… Well, as far as Daria can tell from a fan’s distance, he’s a lot like Tony.

She’s in her favorite coffee shop, fortifying herself with a brownie and some hot chocolate before diving into the moderation queue for the site’s discussion board, when Tony Stark and Stephen Strange walk in the door.

Daria’s mouth drops open so far that a bite of brownie actually falls out. Quickly closing her mouth and wiping it with a napkin, she can’t help staring. Everyone else is also staring. This is not Tony Stark’s usual neighborhood. Is it Doctor Strange’s? It doesn’t seem likely, given all the staring. Daria prays fiercely that everyone here will be chill about it. If some idiot runs them off…

There’s no way Tony and Strange have failed to notice the reaction to their entrance, but they pretend they don’t, instead joining the end of the line like they’re any other customers. After one more frozen moment, conversations and activity in the shop start up again, if maybe a bit more muted than before. Daria drops her gaze to her laptop, but the screen doesn’t register; she’s straining her ears for their conversation.

“We are taught, rather stringently, that relics aren’t to be used frivolously,” Strange is saying.

“Okay, but the Cloak isn’t any old relic, are they?” Tony says. “They think for themselves.”

“Yes,” Strange confirms. “Athough not all mystics would agree.”

Daria swallows an exclamation and makes a note to contact Sean over at Dedicated Doctor Strange. They probably have all kinds of theories about the Cloak, and here she’s getting confirmation directly from the source!

“Wait, really?” The two of them pause briefly to order from the barista working the line. “Isn’t it kind of obvious? I mean, I’ve seen the Cloak arguing with you.”

Strange chuckles. “The Cloak doesn’t suffer fools. They rejected several partners before me. Even the Ancient One called them fickle. I suspect it’s easier to pretend there’s some metaphysical incompatibility than to admit that it just didn’t like them.”

“Fickle,” Tony snorts derisively. Daria risks looking up and catches Tony and Strange exchanging a look that’s… Well, it’s got a lot of layers. Warmth, understanding, amusement, pain. Somehow, despite The Snap, they have history.

Tony continues after they’ve stepped aside to wait for their order. “All I’m saying is, it’s not frivolous to go flying with a friend. Ask them sometime; maybe they’d have fun.”

Strange makes a thoughtful noise. “You make a good point,” he says. He pauses and Daria looks over again. Tony is watching the barista work, but Strange is looking at Tony, his expression almost soft. “Would you like to come with us?”

Tony looks over at that, obviously surprised. “You’d want me to?”

“Yes,” Strange says. “Assuming you don’t mind slowing down for us.”

Tony smiles. “Never,” he promises.

The barista calls their names. Tony carries both drinks to the condiment station and doctors both cups. When he’s secured the lids, he hands one to Doctor Strange. It shakes visibly in Strange’s hand, but with the lid on, nothing spills. Daria looks down again, somehow embarrassed at looking even though neither of them had seemed to think twice about the small accommodation.

“Well, then,” Strange says, settling a hand in the small of Tony’s back as they weave their way through tables to the exit, “it’s a date.”

When they’re safely gone, Daria has to cover her mouth with both hands to stifle the squee. She knows exactly where she falls on the Strange Situation now.

#IronStrange #ficlet

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ghostflowerhotpotch · 8 months

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THE most obvious animation mistake in ATSV

We went from 3 spikes to 2 spikes.

Want to know something funny? I notice this in my first viewing.

(OP related an anecdote under the cut, nothing really important.)

Okay so fun story, I notice this the first time I watched this movie, like IMMEDIATELY.

I remember vividly about it because when I saw that three spikes I thought "Oof, that should be looking very awkward on the front."

I don't really draw often, but when I was a kid I had a bit of interest in fantasy outfits and such. I still have the most barebones knowledge on clothing and such, yet when I saw those spikes I thought it would dwarf Prowler's head and look awkward.

And just a few frames later- no third spike, it wasn't dwarfing his head anymore.

Full disclosure, I was stupid high when I saw the movie. Don't ask me why I thought it would be a good idea to see this movie high as fuck (let alone in my first viewing,) so I deadass thought I had somehow imagine it.

The fact that when I came out of the theatre and I saw NO ONE saying anything about it (not friends of mine or the internet,) also made me think this.

[Small addendum, because I imagine I may have minors looking at my blog: 1) Don't do anything until you are on whatever age is legal in your country, 2) I am in Canada so everything I consume is regulated and ergo, a lot safer than you can find on the street. 3) If you aren't 100% lucid in a public place, make sure you have people you trust and are sober around you, so nobody can take advantage of your situation.]

Eventually I saw the movie enough times to realize that no, I didn't imagine anything, it was indeed a mistake.

So why I never said anything?

Well...I was kind of protective about the movie.

At the beginning was me seeing on twitter and a bit of tiktok people being assholes about the diversity in the movie, and the idea that someone would look at the mistake I caught and try to be like "See?! The movie isn't that good! Look at this obvious mistake!" made me enraged.

Then, not so long after I started this blog, the truth about how overworked were the animators came to the light, and the idea of bringing up this mistake made me feel even worse because after all these people had been through, trying to be an smart ass to point out a mistake felt wrong. Specially because as I had said before, regardless of how many things I may or not Spot, this movie is amazing and I love it with all my heart; I didn't want to bring unnecessary grief to anyone.

So, why say anything now?

It has been a few months since it came out, I am starting to notice the fandom growing quieter (maybe it will pick up once this movie is out for free in a streaming service, no idea when or which one would be.) And I feel with all these talks about strikes (which the animators would probably do next year, wishing the best of luck for them,) fair pay and such, I think people may be more open to think "this wouldn't had happened if the movie hasn't been as rushed as it is" rather than "this is movie is bad because it has mistakes."

As I said it in other posts, this is a small mistake at the end of the day. Regardless of how you may or may not feel about these inconsistencies, people in general don't notice nor does interrupt their viewing experience.

This is a movie that juggles layers upon layers of themes, plot lines and deep, complicated characters; it does all the important bits than a lot of other movies out there. Which is what matters at the end.

#atsv #atsv viles #random spiderverse fact #miles g morales #earth 42 #miles morales #prowler miles

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onlyuzu · 1 year

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omg I've literally never found a male reader page that writes for TXT and sub readers... you're a blessing to humanity!!

can i request a taehyun x male reader soft smut where his boyfriend is really overworked and stressed out so tyun helps him de stress a little? it's fine if you don't wanna write it lol have a nice day <3

stress free ! | taehyun

soft dom taehyun x sub reader

contains. soft sex, blow job (sub receiving), cheesy romance, pretty sure that's it. lmk if I added something else

a/n. hello anon!! I really hope this turns out how you wanted. I also wanted to add that I write for almost everybody! if I stan the bg I can write for them !

you groan in frustration, placing your pointer and thumb on the bride of your nose. your boss had just brought you another full stack of paper work to fill out an due, even though you were supposed to be getting off in 5 minutes.

you scrunch up your face pushing down tears it's not that you were sad, but you were just so stressed. Recently a lot had been pushed on your shoulders at work and with your family.

you pick up your phone then pressing taehyun contact. "hey baby, I'm gonna get home late tonight. my boss gave me more work and ordered me to do it now I'm sorry.." you spoke in almost a whisper as you were so exhausted. "y/n it's okay!! just call me on your way home. okay?" you agree before hanging up the phone.

you finally burst through the door of your home. right at the door you are met with taehyun who gives you a soft kiss as a welcome home. "please let me help you destress. don't say you're fine because I know you're very stressed so let me help." taehyun spoke gently wrapping his arms around your hips.

you smiled at him softly "fire away." you responded plopping down onto the couch. taehyun smiled skipping off to the bathroom grabbing some your cbd massage oil.

taehyun placed himself on the couch behind you. he gently undid your suits tie , slipping off your shirt. he then squeezed some of the oil into his hands warming it up before attacking your stiff neck muscles.

you groaned in pain and pleasure, taehyun made small circles up and down your neck and shoulders. drawling lines with his thumbs loosening up your muscles. taehyun lightly started to kiss your neck ignoring the fact you still had oil on your skin.

"taehyun don't do this to me please just give me more already." you pleaded with him your breath a little heavy. taehyun listened and followed your instructions instantly. he positioned himself on the floor in front of you "order me around, I want to help you relief your stress." taehyun spoke firmly

"blow me." you responded, taehyun following your instructions. he undid your belt , slipping off your dress pants. you felt your heart beat slowly rise as taehyun continued to make advancements. the closer he got to your cock the harder your heart would beat.

taehyun took you into his mouth fully, slowly gliding up and down on your cock. he'd twirl and twist his tongue around your entire length humming softly to give you more pleasure.

this was almost too much for you to take usually you were the one blowing him not the other way around. but either way this act immediately made you slip into a sub mindset. your hips trembled and shook the quicker he bobbed his head.

you glanced down at taehyun nearly cumming at the sight. his blonde hair was perfectly layered in front of his eyes , you leaned your head back covering your mouth before moaning loudly. you couldn't help but buck your hips up into his mouth slowly becoming a whinnying mess. taehyun placed his hands onto your hips holding them down firmly taking a little bit more control of the situation. your hips pushed against his hands as you came into his mouth.

taehyun took a hard swallow before leaning up and kissing you gently. his hands floated to the sides of your face, cupping your cheeks and playing with your hair as he kissed you. "you're so perfect y/n." he whispered softly after breaking the kiss. as you slowly came back down from your high you felt more calm and reliefed.

"you know I think that actually helped me a lot. we should do that more often." you spoke smiling as you finally felt so calm.

"someone's happy today." your coworkers spoke. you chuckled softly "Let's just say I had a stress reliving night." you smiled looking down into your coffee stirring it. "what ???" your coworker questioned, you couldn't help but laugh at your clueless coworker

the end !! I really hope that was satisfactory!!

#kpop male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #txt male reader #txt x male reader #tomorrow x together male reader #taehyun male reader #taehyun x male reader

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Okay I feel like I gotta talk about this because I’ve been feeling this way for a while. I like Tyler, but I feel I fall in a weird category.

I agree that the emotional beat at the end was all about Wednesday and Enid, not any of the boys. Tyler was used as a way to strengthen their relationship in the end, but I also feel like all of the characters got a backseat development wise since they had to develop Wednesday and Tyler first so that they could properly set up the story. I don’t see this as a Wednesday and Enid story, or even a Wednesday and Tyler story, I see it as a Wednesday story.

I will admit I like Tyler because he’s the most complex character on the show purely because they were forced to take the time to. Though, the person we see on the show is manipulating Wednesday 100%. It’s not really romantic, it’s most likely all manipulation. I also don’t think you can blame “Tyler” though, I don’t even think Tyler even exists really in this first season. We as the audience probably haven’t even met him.

I think in any other situation you could point to him confessing in the police station as him actually liking what he’s doing, but this world is magic. The Hyde isn’t a real illness, and it seems the Hyde personality completely corrupts the host personality no matter who it is. The most moral and amazing person could get their Hyde unlocked and they’d become a serial killer, so it’s probably not because Tyler pre-Hyde is a serial killer. There’s also the added layer that the Hyde is controlled by the person who unlocked him. Again, being that this is a supernatural world, it is completely possible that since it’s a magical bond there is literally no possible way he would not be able to do what she wanted. I feel like unbreakable magic mind control could make the person “believe” exactly what the unlocker would want them to. I understand not liking Tyler and I also think he’s a tragic villain, but the teenage boy “Tyler” probably has absolutely no autonomy behind both the magic serial killer disease and the magic brainwashing disease. I could be wrong since nothing has been confirmed, but I just think it’s odd when people think the teenaged boy Tyler would have autonomy in this situation. The only times he had a choice was when beating Xavier up, which who knows what happened with that, and when he had to “choose” to let Thornhill take him over. With Xavier, that was horrible, but we don’t know if he actually felt bad after or not. He stopped hanging out with those friends after coming back home and working at the Weathervane, which means he could’ve done that before Thornhill. Or it could mean he was bad, but there’s still a difference between that and the slew of violent murders he commits later under Thornhill. Also, I don’t think he really “consented” to being under Thornhill’s control. I don’t think he had the capacity to since they briefly depicted the horrible abuse he was suffering right before Thornhill made him submit. You still could be right, as we just don’t know right now, but I think it’s worth exploring. He’s not a babygirl (though it’s fun to joke about), he’s not completely evil, he’s somewhere in between which makes him all the more tragic. Though, it sure made him a lot more interesting.

I also don’t think Wednesday’s character is very consistent. I understand they tried to go for the “murder and torture as a form of retribution” for her, but I don’t think it works. She’s such a classic character who was created in the context of an ensemble comedy, it feels a bit like trying to fit a square peg in a circular hole. She often contradicts this, like when she says she would’ve done worse to Xavier. She kind of thought he was the Hyde at that point, but not to the extent where she’d think he should be beaten horribly. I also don’t think she would’ve been very interested in Tyler. I think the fact that he’s a serial killer makes so much sense as to why she was cool with him, since there wasn’t much else to him before that reveal. The writers are trying to keep Wednesday the princess of darkness who doesn’t have morals and loves all things dark and horrible to an extreme degree while also having her hate people who don’t have morals and love all things dark and horrible because they hurt “normal people” . They try to fit torture and murder into a moral code when you just can’t, at least not the way Wednesday feels about it. I think that’s why the Hyde likes her, not enough to actually care about what happens to her because the Hyde doesn’t have the capacity to (also magic brainwashing adds another barrier to it), but because she’s also sadistic and not afraid to show it. Tyler is just the personality traits the Hyde taps into when it wants to seem like a normal harmless person because it isn’t able to do that. Tyler the person can be a harmless good person, which is why the Hyde uses what’s left as a mask.

I honestly like Enid too much to have her have to deal with Wednesday for her whole life. She’s a good person. I do like your point though that Wednesday would like her because she is a werewolf with the ability to murder people and does if she needs to but overall a normal person. I think they could be cute together still. Though, the writers could completely prove me wrong on all of this so I guess we won’t know until future episodes, but I feel it’s worth exploring this perspective. Tyler the teenage boy could be dead for all we know, but I think it’s interesting to argue he had the ability to make any decisions during the first season.

I completely agree with you that a lot of the characters felt like they were backseated in favor of developing Wednesday and Tyler. Especially Wednesday. She is the main character of the show, of course, but I think the amount of time that Jenna Ortega was onscreen as Wednesday was an insane amount more than any of the other characters. If you really go back and watch it, characters like Enid, Bianca, and Xavier are rarely onscreen. I think that they'll hopefully change this come season 2, because they did talk about giving side characters more screentime. I'm especially hopeful for Enid, since they talked about wanting Wednesday and Enid's relationship to be the central aspect of the show. As of now, though, the show is solely about Wednesday, I agree.

I think it's fair to say that we probably haven't seen the "real" Tyler yet. Though it isn't a good look that all we know about him is he beat Xavier so badly he needed court-ordered therapy. My best guess is that Tyler pre-Hyde was a bigot anyways, likely because of his dad's views. His dad seems to have a grudge against outcasts and against outcasts from Nevermore specifically because of something that likely happened with his wife?? Other than disliking them because of Garrett's death, I have a feeling Sheriff Galpin was unsure whether Tyler was a Hyde or not and bitter towards Nevermore for not allowing Hydes because in case his son turned out to be one he'd have nowhere to contain him. I think the closest we get to Tyler's whole and uncorrupted personality was his first meeting with Wednesday in the Weathervane, since I think that was before he knew she was part of Laurel's plan. I also think that he sold Wednesday out to his past friends, because it's too convenient that they knew she would be in the parking lot with Tyler at the fair.

I see where you're coming from with the being-controlled part of the Hyde, but there's really just so little information. If I remember correctly, and I may be wrong, but there was talk of a Hyde who murdered its master in the show? I'm not completely certain, I'd have to go back and rewatch. The way I think of the Hyde is that the user can still control their own actions, it's just that once they're ordered to do something, they have to do it. I also think though, that Laurel wasn't that specific in telling Tyler to manipulate and get close to Wednesday via flirtation. I think it would have been too risky if Wednesday was turned off to the idea. I think whatever part of Tyler was left/the rest of his Hyde personality got a kick out of manipulating Wednesday. I think he could have made a conscious decision to not pursue her romantically, but he did. And he was really pushy about it too. I'm sure Laurel also didn't tell him to kill Wednesday should she somehow manage to live in the Crypt. Laurel for certain thought that she was dead. So, Tyler trying to kill her was of his own volition. I think there's not enough information about the corruption of the Hyde and not enough information about what happens to the personality of the person who is affected as a Hyde.

I do think, however, that Tyler agreed to help Laurel because of his pre-existing hatred towards outcasts. All he knew at this point was that his dad hated them for whatever reason, and he clearly followed in his father's footsteps. Whether he was actually trying to change or not, he was easily swayed by Laurel feeding him lies about outcasts because he already had a dislike for them, even before his Hyde was unlocked. I obviously don't think he consented to being tortured. I think he didn't know what he was getting into when he agreed to help her.

Anyways, moving on to Wednesday. I think that with Wednesday, her thing with saying she would have done worse to Xavier was with the annoyance that she may have been feeling towards him at that point. I mean, he had been telling her what to do without good reason, bossing her around and just expecting her to listen to what he was saying with zero proof. And he did it multiple times despite Wednesday telling him that she'd make her own discoveries and decisions. I think that's why she may have said what she said about doing worse to him. She does have her own kind of weird moral code in this, which very much includes loyalty towards those that she cares about. Which is also why I think that it would be weird if they had her just forgive Tyler for what he did after he mauled Eugene, was involved in Thing nearly being killed, and hurt Enid. This is the girl who dropped piranhas in a swimming pool because people bullied her brother. And the manipulation and making her look stupid was just the cherry on top.

Also yeah, wenclair would be cute. I just am really into grumpy x sunshine and the "looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you" x "looksl ike they could kill you, would kill you" trope. I think that they fit that nicely and Wednesday would be into someone of the "looks good but could kill you if they REALLY wanted" type. and I think that she would appreciate that Enid doesn't kill unless necessary.

I do think your perspective is worth exploring. I think that everyone interprets things in different ways and it's interesting to see different views and explore and explain different views. To be honest, I think that whether the Hyde works in the way you propose or not, Wednesday will still have a difficult time forgiving Tyler, that is, if they don't kill him off as a redemption, which I have a feeling might happen in the later seasons, though I'm not sure how to feel about it. Anyways, yeah, I think it's worth exploring multiple viewpoints, we can all still be respectful while talking about the different ways we perceive things.

#wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #netflix #tyler galpin #wednesday netflix

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onegianthotmess · 6 months

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MK1 Rants:

🐍💚Syzoth Likes to Cuddle💚🐍

(This rant be a bit spicy and has a AFAB!Reader mention at the end! Just a little heads up for ya, babes!)

More Syzoth because I can’t think of any other MK1 characters at the moment!

So, you know how reptiles are cold-blooded and require outside heat sources to keep warm? Well, by default, Zeterrans are cold-blooded creatures as well.

And with that, it’s safe to stay that Syzoth has required outside sources of heat to maintain a healthy body temperature his whole life. He’ll lay in the sun, take long warm baths, wear warm clothes, sleep under thick blankets, anything to keep him warm. He also needs extra layers during the colder months, but he doesn’t need to worry all that much about it because Outworld is usually quite warm, even during the “winter months”, only mountains get really cold and start snowing in Outworld, so Syzoth is pretty safe when it comes to being warm.

So, you can imagine how awful it felt when he visited your house on Earth during the winter season.

How were you feeling alright? It was freezing! Even inside of your home!

You had to get him plenty of warm blankets and thick clothes that were meant for outside for him to wear while he was curled up on your couch trying not to freeze to death. He did enjoy the coffee and hot chocolate you offered him, he preferred the coffee because the hot chocolate was way too sweet for him to handle, but it was still good.

But that was the only good thing about being cold in your house, the rest was awful.

He was dumbfounded that you weren’t freezing cold or at least wrapped up a little more. But you were just in a simple long sleeved shirt (SLEEVES ROLLED UP), a pair of leggings, and socks.

AND YOU WERE FINE?!

Syzoth had never really spent much time around humans or even other people for that matter, being made an outcast his whole life. So when he asked you how you were even surviving the cold with such thin layers, you were confused and just said your body heat helped you.

And sweet babie boy just went-

*am confusion reptile noises*

Because he’s never really heard of the concept of natural body heat, he just thought that everyone else was built for colder climates and didn’t need as much outside sources of heat to maintain a healthy body temperature, unlike him. And, technically he wasn’t wrong because people still need clothes to keep warm during colder months, but he was also wrong at the same time.

So he was just confused and asked you if you felt your body heat and could regulate it willingly. And he got even more confused when you explained only being able to feel when you were cold or hot and not being able to regulate your body temperature willingly and the fact that humans have a body temperature that is usually just constant due to the heat conduction produced from cells making energy or “food” for themselves so they can keep running and this and that and—

Syzoth was looking at you like you were a psychopath as you tried to teach him about human cells and all the things you could remember from the cells unit in your high school biology class.

Babe, quit trying to be a biology teacher when you barely remember the material yourself-

And since you saw you were getting nowhere fast, you decided to just say “fuck it” and unbury Syzoth form his makeshift warmth nest and show him what you meant. And he protested until you joined him in the middle of the mound of warm blankets and began cuddling him.

And his life was changed forever.

You were so warm!

You felt like you’d been laying out in the sun under a rock in the nice summer heat, but you didn’t even have a chance to do that with the current weather situation! You were just naturally warm?!

And after that, Syzoth became hooked on cuddling and began to drag you to cuddle whenever you both had spare time.

He was just cold-blooded and had never experienced body heat before and now he was just so happy! Because he could warm up quickly by just holding onto you and staying still!

Also, he can no longer sleep without cuddles.

I don’t make the rules.

Wait, I’m the author so I kinda do-

HA-!

(Also, sex is a whole TRANSCENDENT experience because GAHD DAYUM is your pussy hot! 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵)

#seriously though #youre his fav way to warm up now-#hes laying out in the sun with you and having warm baths with you #because you make him so warm #AND WHO WOULDN’T WANT TO CUDDLE AND DO ALL THAT SHIT WITH THIS BABIE BOY OF A MAN #LIKE #COME THE FUCK ON #mk #mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #syzoth #syzoth mk1

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yjhariani · 1 month

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Wanted to make this a Hunk X Reader at first, but somehow it ended up being a Chris Redfield X Reader.

“Still no news?” the captain’s voice came again.

“No, sir,” you answered as you continued filling in your magazine with bullets.

For a moment, Chris Redfield only looked at you, reading what he was seeing. It did not take long for him to conclude that you would be doing something about this ‘no news’ situation.

It was already bad that you lost connection with one of the most important people on the field in a huge outbreak. It was worse that this person was irreplaceable. In addition, Chris brought outsiders—you and your mercenaries—into this mess, even though it was not the first time this situation happened. It fairly added another layer of embarrassment even though to an extent you were part of this since the get-go.

“It’s Hunk, captain,” Chris said. “I’ve never known anyone who is more seasoned than him. He knows what he’s doing and he will turn up eventually.”

“I know,” you calmly said.

Chris took a moment to take in your response. The way your tone sang those two words, the way you kept your eyes dark, and how you did not even care to look at him. The shiver he felt when he looked at you like that was ambiguous of origin, maybe a little bit of fear or a little bit of admiration.

In the end, he realised that you were not worried about Hunk himself. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, but he could not understand further than that.

“Why do you look like you’re about to jump head first into a city filled with BOWs, then?” Chris questioned. “We have teams on the way to extract him.”

“I know that,” you finally looked at Chris. “I also know that that is a waste of resources because I thought we learned that no one is capable of delivering Hunk an efficient extraction”

“We—”

“Except me,” you cut Chris off as you stood up.

Frankly, Chris was glad you cut him off before he could say anything else because, otherwise, it would only make things worse. In addition, he now saw the anger in your eyebrows.

When things went like this, the last thing Chris wanted to do was to piss you off even a little bit. Hell, you looked like you already were pissed off and he was worried that if he said just one wrong thing, you would explode like a grenade.

“So, yeah, I will jump head first into a city, an ocean, even a volcano full of infected to extract Hunk. Again. Because you BSAA refused to fucking learn,” you scoffed.

There was no verbal response coming from Chris’ end, but his mind was full of things happening. He was not sure whether to curse at you or pull you into a kiss.

“Are you gonna be on my way, Captain Redfield?” you sternly asked.

“Not an inch,” Chris answered immediately.

#chris redfield x reader #chris redfield #hunk x reader

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dappledstars · 1 year

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✧ — in which the princess sneaks out to see the first snow fall, accompanied by her loyal bodyguard, of course.

✧ — fem!princess!reader x bodyguard!character

✧ — pairings: kabukimono

✧ — warnings: fluff, fluff, just pure wintertime fluff. with a side of hungry wolves. a little bit of angst. slightly ooc, i apologise.

KABUKIMONO was in a dilemma.

The princess was explicitly told not to enter the forest, especially near the time of the first snow fall, which was the hunting season for the wolves. It was his duty to their Royal Highnesses to keep her away from the woods, especially as his charge. But at the same time, how could he ever say no to your pleading face, big eyes and all?

When you clasped your hands around his and implored once more, the young man had to say yes. It was definitely worth the hug you gave him after. It was his duty to protect you, his charge, his princess. Yet it was also his duty to ensure your happiness. It was pretty clear to Kabukimono that your joy was his top priority. Even if it meant putting his job in jeopardy.

After all, as long as the King and Queen never found out, they would be safe.

He never realised how enthusiastic you would be about seeing the first snow fall.

Kabukimono called out your name. “Slow down a bit! You might trip on a root, milady.”

You flashed him a cheerful grin and slowed your pace, now walking alongside him. “Don’t worry, Kabuki. I’m super careful!”

And just at that moment you would’ve faceplanted right on the ground if it weren’t for Kabukimono catching your waist on time. He laughed as he helped you stand back up.

“Super careful, milady?” He grinned, though his cheeks were slightly flushed. You suspected it was due to the cold.

You rolled your eyes and rubbed your gloved hands together. “Shut up.”

You turned from him and continued walking, hugging your arms around your body. It was getting colder by the minute… surely the snow would fall soon? Kabukimono jogged to keep up with your pace.

“If I may ask, where are we heading, milady?” He gave you a curious glance, his violet eyes sparkling.

You grinned at the question. “Just roaming around. Say, aren’t you cold, Kabuki?” You say gently, gesturing to his clothing. While you were coated in layers and layers of fur, the young man was simply wearing his black uniform.

He chuckled. “I’m fine, milady. Ah, what are you doing…?”

You had busied yourself with peeling off one of your fur jackets. You tiptoed, trying to drape the material over his shoulders. “It’s a bit small… but it should keep you warm.” You mused, adjusting the jacket.

Kabukimono flushed at your nearness. “I-I’m fine, really, m-milady.”

You shook your head and took a step back, admiring your handiwork. “See, you’re stuttering and your cheeks are red, meaning you’re cold.”

“I-“ How would he explain that he wasn’t cold, but instead just… He didn’t even know how to explain it in the first place! His cheeks got redder with the embarrassment.

Almost immediately upon seeing this change, you frowned. “You just got redder.” Your face lit up with an idea. “If you’d like, I could give you a hug! That’ll get you warmer, right?”

His face lit up at the suggestion. A hug? Just because you were concerned he was apparently freezing to death? Kabukimono knew it was kind of bad to take advantage of this situation, but he just couldn’t help himself. He nodded, a little too eagerly.

He almost melted at your touch, feeling the warmth of your arms around him as you embraced him tightly. This felt like heaven. He looked down at you with a shy smile.

“Milady?”

“Hm?”

“The snow is falling.”

You looked up at his words, your eyes sparkling with childish delight. The snowflakes fell from the cloudy skies, shining in the sunlight. You smiled.

“Kabuki?”

“Yes, milady?”

“I’m glad you’re here.”

He blushed. Then he reached out his hand to gently brush off the snowflakes from your hair. You tensed at his movements. He was… near. You could see every detail of his handsome face. The slight pink on his cheek, the way his eyeliner was put on, the twinkle in his violet eyes, the curve of his lips. The way he smelled slightly of cinnamon. Then his eyes met yours.

“There’s one more right…” His fingers brushed by your lips. “…here.”

Your face flushed crimson. It felt like time had paused, just for the two of you. The snow continued to fall, coating the ground in white. Yet the two of you stayed in each other’s arms… for warmth, of course.

“Milady?” He spoke, his voice soft.

“Hm?”

“We have to head back.”

He was right. You looked at the setting sun, then back at him. You smiled, then pulled away from the embrace. You could’ve sworn there was a glint of disappointment in those eyes. Could it be…? Instead of dwelling on it, you gently caught his wrist.

“Thanks for doing this.”

He smiled and squeezed your hand softly. “Anytime, milady.”

You nudged him. “Just (Name) is fine, Kabuki.”

“(Name).” He repeats with a smile, that familiar blush returning to his cheeks.

You mirrored his expression. The sound of your name coming from his lips… it felt nice. You tugged his hand with a grin. “Let’s head back.”

He nodded. As the two of you walked, Kabukimono took note of many little things you did. The way you swung your arms slightly when you walked, the way your stride was confident and cheerful, the way you hummed Christmas carols — he found them all very cute.

“Hey, (Name)?” Wait, what was he doing…?

“Yes, Kabuki?”

He blushed slightly in spite of himself. He took a deep breath in. “Uh, well, I wanted to say—”

You stopped suddenly. “Kabuki.” You whispered his name frantically. The aforementioned male paused. The woods were quiet. Too quiet. Then a howl pierced through the silent night, followed by the pattering of footsteps.

“Kabuki—”

“Run.”

They took off. They had stayed too late, now the wolves were on the prowl. Kabukimono silently cursed himself. This was a mistake. The King and Queen would have his head on a stake if their princess came back injured. He’d probably kill himself first.

Kabukimono turned at the sound of a growl, too close for comfort. He unsheathed his sword. He turned to you, panic evident on his face. “Run, (Name), and don’t stop until you reach the castle.”

“I won’t leave you!” He expected you to run and leave him to die alone? Never.

He gritted his teeth. “Not the time to be stubborn, milady.”

The words ‘milady’ hit you hard. You shook your head once more. “No.”

A wolf jumped out of the snow-coated bushes, its amber eyes gleaming, its fur as black as night. The two of you backed away slowly. He turned to you once more, silently begging you to flee. You shook your head again, tears beginning to form in your eyes. You wouldn’t leave him.

The wolf pounced. Kabukimono’s sword swung, hitting flesh. The wolf whimpered, falling to the ground with a thud. Kabukimono breathed heavily, before quickly lifting you off the ground and taking off.

NO ONE noticed that the two of you were gone, much to your

relief. You and Kabukimono had successfully escaped the forest, evaded the palace guards, and made it to your room, perfectly unharmed and just a bit shaken. Well, mostly Kabukimono.

He shut the door behind the two of you with a sigh. Then he gently placed you back on your feet. He scanned your figure.

“You’re alright, milady? Nothing hurting, whatsoever?” He asked, his eyes brimming with concern.

You shook your head. A little knot twisted up inside your stomach hearing ‘milady’ once more.

“Why didn’t you run? You could’ve been badly hurt, for Celestia’s sake! If I got hurt, I’d be okay. You’re the princess!”

You flinched at the tone of his voice. He rarely raised it, especially with you.

“I couldn’t leave you there! If I made it back, and you didn’t, it’ll be my fault!” You sighed. “It’s my fault.”

Kabukimono hesitated. “Milady… you’re the princess. It wouldn’t be your fault.”

You shook your head. “I am the princess. My subjects’ wellbeing rests on my responsibility.”

He sighed. “It still wouldn’t be your fault. I was supposed to keep you safe.”

“And you did! I’m perfectly unharmed!”

“You had a run-in with a wolf!”

“I’m fine now, am I not?”

“Don’t be rash, princess.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, as if you were giving him a bad headache. He didn’t sound angry now. Just frustrated… and tired.

He turned to leave. “We’ll continue this tomorrow. Goodnight, princess.”

“Wait.” You caught his wrist. “Kabuki, I’m sorry.”

He turned and gave you a tired smile. “It still isn’t your fault.”

You chuckled, and met his eyes. A deep violet, beautiful. “Could you… could you stay?”

His eyes widened. “I really shouldn’t…”

“Kabuki, please. I… I want you here. With me.” You implored, your eyes shining slightly. “Please.”

Kabukimono ran a hand through his hair. You could see an internal debate in those eyes. He sighed, and met your own.

“(Name).”

Your face flushed as your breath caught. The way he said it, barely above a whisper. It felt like a winter breeze, gently brushing past you.

“Just this once, I’ll stay.”

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look-at-the-soul · 1 year

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The Photoshoot (Part 43)

Cillian Murphy

Series Master list 2014 , 2015

After it took me way too much to continue this story, here it is finally! I went a bit back in time to remember why I fell in love with this series and also changing a bit the plot I imagined in the beginning helped me, your thoughts are highly appreciated.

📸 Photoshoot by Willy Vanderperre for Another man magazine (Fall/Winter) // I LOVE this photoshoot but I’m dividing it into two parts, this is the first one…

Clicking on the shutter and Yael looked over her husband, erm client. Right now they could only have a professional relationship as they were shooting for Another Man magazine for the Fall/Winter collection, the edition would be released in October.

“Look at the floor for me please. Relax your shoulders.” If only she could relax herself.

The stylist fixed his hair and smoothed his skin with a translucent powder between shoots.

But after snapping a few more photos, Yael exhaled loudly realizing nothing she could do would change the result she was getting in camera. Cillian’s eyes spoke volumes, they couldn’t lie to the camera, even though his energy was positive all the time and he was chatty and all smiles with the team, once he positioned before her, she was able to see the sadness in the depths of his blue eyes, the disappointment.

But this wasn’t his fault, she knew it was the situation they were going through.

Before their trip to her hometown, they got a phone call to cancel their appointment with a fertility doctor, he was heading out of Ireland for a congress and holidays for almost a month, so their plans to start working on IVF as an option was soon discarded.

Unfortunately, the adoption process they started right away was slow and bureaucratic, they still haven’t heard anything back from the office, they needed to book an interview, an appointment and a million other things.

“Can we take a five minute break please?” Yael called out, admitting this wasn’t going as she would like.

“Babe, what’s the matter?” Cillian approached her quietly as the rest of the people left the room.

“I don’t like how this is turning out.” She looked down, touching the strap of the camera to distract herself.

Cillian was confused, was he doing something wrong?

Taking the camera in her hands, she scrolled through the images, zooming into his face.

“You can’t lie to the camera Cill, your eyes are a window into your heart… your soul. And all I can see in there is sadness. I know you’re trying to be strong for me for what we’re going through but I can’t bare it to see it embodied, right there in the surface.”

Cillian looked into the photographs Yael took of him, realizing she was saying the truth.

This was too deep for her, this was the very same man she slept with every night, the one offering her comfort when she needed it the most, the one loving her when she didn’t feel at her best. Of course she could see into the deepest layers.

He was an actor, but there are things he still couldn’t do. How could he fake a smile and put on a good face to the camera when deep inside he was hurting just like his wife? He felt with his hands tied because no matter how much he wanted, they needed help to have a baby and the path was rocky and it made him feel useless to know how sad it was for her.

“If we’re both not into this, we should cancel the photos.” He suggested, hands planted firmly on his hips.

Yael looked at him, both relieved and worried.

“But they asked you to do the photos, perhaps someone else can do the photosho-”

“No.” He interrupted her immediately. “I want you to take these photos.”

“I tried but this doesn’t feel good, my mind and my heart are not here right now.”

“Let’s reschedule then…” taking her hands in his, Cillian stroked her skin with his thumb.

“This is important, we can’t do that.”

“You are the leader of this photoshoot, you can ask to reschedule, we can do this later since we’re staying over.” Cillian proposed again now cupping her face in his hands, to make her look at him. “Let’s focus on Noah’s christening ceremony and then we can think of doing this after that, yeah?”

Yael allowed herself to get lost in his eyes for a few seconds before nodding.

“Thank you for understanding.”

Cillian winked. “Oh this is just my evil plan to take you to the lake house a day earlier, to have you just for myself.”

That made her laugh, he was always looking for a way to lighten the mood.

“I’m going to let the team know, you can get changed here if you want.” Yael touched his chest before leaving the room in the studio she had rented for the photoshoot.

Before she could take one more step, her husband stopped her by the waist, making a Yael face him to steal one quick kiss. “I know you can do a remarkable work, take your time.”

***

“It’s been a while since we’ve been here.” Cillian took a look around the apartment, Yael’s mother, Isla was kind enough to get someone to clean the place and left a bouquet of fresh flowers and hot homemade dinner for them in the stove.

Scout immediately stormed into the couch, tired from the travel to Manchester.

“It’s a shame we haven’t use it a lot.” Yael admitted after taking the bag to their bedroom. They had been most of the time in Ireland and after everything they’ve been through this place was the last thing in their minds.

“Come here.” Cillian pulled his wife into his arms.

He knew first hand how Yael had been feeling when the doctor they choose to help them with their journey to try IVF had to cancel their appointment due to a congress in another city, that’s when they made the decision they would start the adoption process, after talking and thinking a lot through it, they made the decision to start the process taking everything into consideration. It was a few days ago but they still haven’t heard anything back.

“Are you alright?” Cillian whispered feeling a small glimpse of relief as his wife relaxed in his embrace.

She nodded against his chest. “Yeah, it’s just a lot to do with the Photoshoot and Noah’s christening.”

Cillian closed his eyes while her sweet scent filled his nostrils. Sliding his hands down, he found what he was looking for.

“You use any excuse to touch my bum.” Yael laughed against his neck, but didn’t move, she simply loved the feeling of his arms around her.

In response, Cillian squeezed it tightly without hurting her. “Can’t help it. It’s so touchable.”

That made her laugh uncontrollably against his chest, he definitely knew how to cheer her up no matter what.

“Sorry to burst your sexy bubble Mr. Murphy, but Lee-Anne is coming to help-” and the doorbell to the apartment rang in that very moment. “There she is.”

Cillian offered her a little pout just as Scout started to bark intensely at the door.

“Later.” Yael promised her husband with a wink.

After the mandatory welcome for the time they’ve spent apart, they all started to set the table. Dinner was terrific and thy didn’t really have to guess a lot, they knew it was Bryan’s famous recipe, he loved to cook and prepared some really good dishes, he had learned it from the best as he spent a most of his summers with his grandparents who owned a restaurant.

“Is Dean punished or what?” Cillian asked sipping on his drink.

Lee-Anne chuckled. “No, he’s away for work.”

“But you said he’ll be back tomorrow for the christening right?” Yael was worried he wouldn’t make in on time and she didn’t want her best friend driving all the way over there by her own.

“Yeah, he’s taking the train back early.” Lee-Anne explained while getting the little thank you presents Yael asked her to buy out of the box, now they only needed to wrap them and attach the thank you for coming note.

“Great! Well, I’ll leave you ladies to this as I’m a bit useless in the Decorate-it-yourself department.” He chuckled and called for Scout.

Yael stared at him with adoration in her eyes until he disappeared into their bedroom.

“How have you been?” Lee-Anne asked measuring the light blue ribbon.

With a loud sigh, Yael arranged the bags in the basket. “Like shit.” She couldn’t lie to her best friend, they’ve known each other for so many years. “I can’t give him a baby and it’s been taking a toll on me and of course, him. But he’s stronger than me.”

Lee-Anne stopped what she was doing and walked around the table to give her friend a hug.

“You could’ve called me.”

“I know, but you’re busy with work and traveling… and I haven’t been myself lately, we were doing a photoshoot earlier and my heart wasn’t there, I don’t have the energy to do it.”

“How are you guys coping with this?”

Cillian decided to go for a walk with Scout, but he stopped mid walk behind the door as he listened to their conversation unintentionally.

“Oh, if I could nominate someone for the husband of the year that’s Cill, he’s been so patient with me, cheering me up at the first opportunity, keeping the positivism around… we wanted to start a treatment but then a series of events made me think perhaps it wasn’t the way, like when one thing after another happens and all the doors are closing? So we filled a form to start the process of adoption, but we haven’t heard anything back.”

Cillian swallowed hard thinking how many times he had heard her sobbing or thought he didn’t see her wiping away the tears in bed and he felt useless. It was breaking him to see his wife no longer passionate about her photo shoots.

“Your determination will get you what you want, you’ll see. Maybe not tomorrow, not next week, but you’ve always fought for what you want, just take a look around, how many times you said you wouldn’t settle for anything less than someone like Bryan?”

Cillian heard his wife chuckle at that. “All my life I wanted the same kind of love mum and dad have. And trust me, Cillian is a saint, I should recognize him more.”

“And you got it, what makes you think you won’t be able to adopt?”

Yael mumbled something he wasn’t able to understand.

“Hang onto the love you have for each other, take the strength from there and trust the process, I’m sure everything you’re going through is preparing you for what you want.”

“You really know how to make me feel better, don’t you?” By the sound of her voice, he could bet Yael was even smiling.

“You can take me to Ireland if you need a cheerleader.” Lee-Anne joked.

“I don’t think Dean would approve, but you can help me prepare something nice for Cill, I’ve been thinking of-” but he closed the door to not spoil the surprise, pleased to learn that at least, he had been doing a good job supporting his wife and feeling hopeful about the adoption.

***

Yael rushed upstairs to get some pins for her cousin’s dress.

“Love? Your parents are here.” Cillian entered the bedroom a few moments later. “Oh, look at this beauty.”

Yael smiled back at her husband, he was wearing a navy suit that made his blue eyes sparkle even more. “Hi handsome.” She pulled him from the tie to give him a small peck on the lips. “Stop looking at me like I’m a piece of meat.” She warned playfully noticing the lust in his eyes.

Cillian loved her little comebacks. “You’re lucky I’m no longer a vegetarian.” He ran his hands over her arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her skin.

“Anyone can walk in any minute.” She said but left him walk her backwards the wall, his lips nibbling on the skin of her neck.

“Love this perfume. It drives me wild.”

“Did you find the pins?” Violet shouted from the first floor and they took a step back as they heard the steps coming closer. Yael pretended to fix Cillian’s tie.

“Yes, there in the vanity.” She could feel her cheeks growing pink, Cillian on the other hand loved the danger of getting caught.

“Should I take this little one?” He offered showing Noah his hands.

“Yes, go with your godfather for a minute.” Violet passed the baby to his cousin, as she started called him.

“Let’s find some food and then I’m going to play catch the ball with one of your many uncles… you’re the ball by the way.” He joked stopping by the doorframe. “Say bye-bye to mama and your godmother.” He waved Noah’s little hand to them before they could even protest.

“It’s about damn time you start to open the fabric, huh?” Violet commented ignoring their infertility struggle behind closed doors. “You’d make cute babies you know? A little cousin to Noah to grow up with, just like we did… always together.”

Yael shook her head, trying to brush off the innocent comment, nobody in the family knew they couldn’t conceive naturally, but it still hurt her. “Let’s focus on one baby at the time, yeah? Turn around so I won’t hurt you with this.”

“I remember our mums dressing us the same as if we were sisters and throwing birthday parties here, at the cottage with everyone.” Violet held the fabric of her dress out, so Yael could fix it. “Thank you for making this for Noah and for me.”

Yael squeezed her waist, trying to hold back the tears. “Anything for you, let’s go downstairs before my brothers start throwing Noah up in the air.”

It was beautiful to have her complete family for Noah’s christening, the cottage had the power to make her live the most memorable moments. Yael looked around back yard and found her mother fixing the neck of her father’s shirt with her eyes so full of love, in response she saw her Dad smiling back at her returning the same sentiment, just like she had seen the pair since they got together.

“Here she is, my favorite sister.” Arap wrapped his arms around Yael making her giggle.

“I didn’t know you had other sisters?” She teased back.

Despite the age gap between them, they always shared a special bond, Yael found herself having and doing so many things just like her older brother.

“Let me know one of these days to have lunch before you go back to Ireland.”

“Will do, we’re doing some photos but we can arrange something.” She smiled back at him, allowing her brother to give her a small hug as a the photographer they hired walked towards them requesting to have the godmother for a candid shot.

She felt it was a bit strange to be in front of the camera, since she was usually the one taking the pictures, but she loved the feeling of the arms around her of the people she loved the most and Cillian was constantly rubbing her back or squeezing her hip in a reassuring motion.

“Oop! He’s not into me today.” She tried to open Noah’s little hand as he took some of her hair in his fist and started pulling it, as he started squirming impatiently in her arms.

Violet tried to calm him, but only her husband, Ian was able to do it.

They tried it several times with Noah’s parents, as well as the grandparents along with Isla and Bryan, but Noah simply wasn’t in the mood, he didn’t feel like cooperating or looking at the camera, he was fussy or lost looking at something on the ground.

Either way the ceremony was lovely, and the thing she loved the most was having her loved ones close, hearing them laugh and enjoy the celebration Cillian and she organized.

Later that night in the privacy of their bedroom in the cottage, Yael closed her eyes tightly as her husband sneaked his hand between their bodies to stimulate her as she was grinding against him, straddling him, trying to keep it down, which apparently was harder than she initially thought.

“So fucking beautiful.” Cillian praised looking up at her.

His eyes went wide as he looked down at himself, disappearing into her channel over and over again. As she was staring to be louder, Cillian pulled her down to quiet her moans with his mouth. Part of her family was staying over at the cottage and he’d be embarrassed if they could hear them.

The burning sensation between her legs from the movement was only adding more pleasure, but she finally exploded in pleasure when Cillian touched the magic button. Stopping her moves completely for a few moments feeling his seed coating her completely. Yael squeezed his member trying to make the stars in her eyelids last longer.

“Oh God, you left me breathless.” Yael leaned downwards, kissing his chest. Feeling his heartbeat in the process.

Cillian helped her up from him, cleaning their mess. Opening his arm then as an invitation for her to snuggle close to him.

“I saw you upset for an instant earlier.” He mumbled kissing her hair.

Yael sighed getting lost in the freckles of his chest, debating of telling him or not.

“Lisa, one of the twins girlfriend, we were talking and she said she doesn’t know how can I stand seeing you doing the intimate scenes in Peaky Blinders with a beautiful actress like Annabelle Wallis and I’ve no complaints, but it was the way she said, the look she gave me that bothered me and-”

Cillian cupped her face between his hands, running his thumbs over her cheeks. “Baby, you’ve absolutely nothing to worry about.” He looked into her eyes, words firm, feeling secure about his love. “You don’t have to defend me over anyone, don’t let this get in your head.”

“I know,” she stared into his ocean eyes knowing he was saying the truth, “it’s just the stupid words someone says gets under your skin… but I know not because you work with someone you have to have feelings for that person.”

“Why would I ever look at anyone else when I’ve got you?” His hand sneaked under the sheets to find her bum, pulling her body into his, he flipped his wife into her back without crushing her with his weight. His nose touching the tip of hers as his lips peppered her face with soft kisses.

Yael’s hand moved up from his shoulders, her fingertips running through his curls.

“You’re all I ever want.”

***

🥰Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this part.

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faces-ofvenus · 2 years

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can you do lucerys x stark!reader where reader is like arya so very boyish, likes to fight, loud etc etc and they meet for the first time to arrange their betrothel. also a bit of smartass lucerys smth like the pig scene with aemond just with the reader if thats ok

Author's Warnings: This was a two in one, since I received a very similar request, I hope you like it, it was not revised so I may change something later lmao, I hope you like it, and that it makes sense

He let out a loud sigh, the trip was being longer and more tiring than everyone would expect, not least because it would be the first time Lucerys and his brothers recognized the north, but unlike the others, he was certainly the only one who wasn't excited about the situation, it wasn't a vacation trip, as it seemed to be for his family, but just another political game, where he felt like just an insignificant chess piece.

He didn't want to marry, correcting the phrase, he didn't like the idea of committing to someone for life just for power or whatever, he wants someone to love, independence from the house, and he seriously thought he could find that before Daemon and his mother's decision to marry him to a northern lady, Jacaerys was already well married if we can say so, and Luke could see the appreciation his brother and Lady Baela held for each other, so why can't he just have the same.

The carriage stopped, they had arrived, perhaps his heart had never beaten so fast, pure nervousness, even with the worst cold he had ever felt, courtesy of the intense northern winter, he could never stop himself from sounding, and only the fear that he might be stinking didn't help even more, he quickly heard his mother's voice beside him, she knew very well how her son felt, and honestly she wouldn't take such a decision if it wasn't highly necessary, they need a strong agreement with the starks who are the biggest political force in the north, the woman only hopes that her son doesn't hold such a grudge against her, not like she did with his father, taking the younger man's hand.

- It's all right my love... I'm sure you will love lady y/n

She wanted to convince herself of this, as much as she wanted to calm her son's nerves, I hope so, she thought repeatedly as a confrontational mantra for both of them.

They were greeted with plenty of smiles by the starks, whether it was fakeness or not they couldn't be sure, but honestly they didn't let it show any dissatisfaction, it was three female candles, but honestly none could catch her attention, none made her heart stop in love, her eyes were beautiful, her fur covered by several layers of fur coats, she looked so silky, and her hair so perfectly coiffed, but none, none made him feel good with just a smile, that's when Lord Stark turned to Rhaenyra and Daemon, he looked a little scared.

- Lady y/n is not here yet. She's a bit of a rebellious child, I'd say! Like her mother

He tried to joke a little, which his parents seemed to accept, with a cordial smile he offered them to go to the main hall, it was late the conversations followed, he chatted with Jace about anything, honestly he didn't seem to pay attention, when the clatter of doors was heard, and a young pair hurried in, her locks flying as if she was running away from someone, or just messy, he heard loud sighs from the hosts, mainly from the young women who he found out were the younger sisters of his future wife.

As his gaze fixed on the woman he felt the air finally leave his lungs a little, with a warm breath coming out of his cold parched lips, she honestly looked like no woman he had ever seen, at least not a woman with such a large and respected house, she was almost a savage but not in any negative or bad way, you looked freer than he had ever been in his entire life.

- Sorry I'm late father...

You said hurriedly, as if you had already memorized some ready made excuse, your hands were trying their best to tidy your crumpled dress, she turned to us and made a reference to us, and made a little speech, and a second apology, when your eyes met Lucerys, you simply felt unimaginable things, the look in her eyes, her eyes were similar to those of her sisters, and brothers, but her countenance gave her a different look, it was so overwhelming if he could tell, with perhaps a little disgust y/n gave him a small smile, which he could really see was just the result of his annoyance and nervousness.

- My prince... I feel so honored to consider myself a worthy suitor for you, I hope that in the short stay we could get to know and become acquainted with each other.

It didn't sound natural, his speech sounded rehearsed, he felt bad, Lucerys didn't want this marriage, and knowing how uncomfortable you were with it only made him more frustrated and tightened his chest, he just wished you could get to know each other without the stigma on your names.

- I'm honored to one day call you Lady Stark's wife, and I hope we get to meet, too!

It's been 3 days, honestly everything has gone to mud, he didn't know how to talk to you, and honestly neither did you, even though the rumor was circulating of your extrovert and ease of dialog with the most closed person, you just couldn't seem to find the right words, the few times you could exchange words, it was a stuttering, or unreal mess, it was frustrating him so much, he watched from afar, the way you moved, screamed with amusement and laughed, he just wished he could keep up, if it wasn't also for your shyness, he didn't know why, you were simply putting his whole body in a state of nervousness and alertness, and even though he just wanted to talk to you, the insecurity and tightness of you not liking it just popped into his mind shutting him down even more.

The day was dawning not that he could sleep, it would now add up to 4 suns that he would have spent here, and in none of them did he manage to talk to you and demonstrate how much he really wanted to talk to you, Lucerys stood up convinced that he wanted to take a breath of air, and get rid of the fog of thoughts that filled his head for the past days and nights, he suspects that no one is awake, maybe the servants fixing the coffee, and the rulers getting ready for the day, they all greeted him and went out of his way, but behind him he could hear the whispers.

When you arrived at the stable he had one of the biggest surprises since he set foot in the north, you petting and talking to a huge wolf, and one that could certainly rip your neck off if it so wished, he would even come to your rescue, if he didn't see how tame the beast looked, and how at ease you were in its presence, when the wolf seemed to look at him, he felt a small shiver run down his spine, y/n's head turned towards you, she looked shocked at first, maybe a little scared too, they didn't know who to approach first, but when she gave him a smile and a small nod for him to approach Lucerys didn't hesitate for a moment, not fearing the wolf with the trust she felt for you but at the same time keeping a certain distance. out of respect.

You turned back to the animal in front of you, stroking its onyx black fur, it was hard you knew, but it was undeniable too, not wanting to talk to it was very hard, when your only thoughts turned to the young prince, you then decided to speak.

- She is beautiful, sometimes people think that the biggest beasts are incapable of loving each other, but I disagree.

You didn't know exactly why you were talking to Lucerys about Verity, her heart was beating at a high rate, and she felt herself getting warm, with a strange feeling in her stomach.

- It's amazing how you managed to tame this beast!

Lucerys said in amazement as if to please you by praising you, but you looked at him with a strange look.

- I didn't tame him, it's impossible to tame beasts like that, I think you understand from pure experience? You Targaryen with your dragons!

He looked at you surprised, that was the point, his relationship was the same as the one he had with Arrax, even unconsciously he came closer to you and the black wolf, this time without any fear

- Sometimes the only thing I want is to climb on her and be free... don't get me wrong my prince, I don't want to marry someone I don't love, I don't want to feel like a beast that husbands tame and seize them like animals...

Lucerys was quick to hasten and calm her insecurities for he understood her with the purest perfection, he felt that the two of you were equals, in every sense of the word, well maybe all, Lucerys didn't think he could put himself on the same level as your kindness, your frankness or your sense of freedom, he felt that to many he had already been tamed, to act as others wanted him to act.

- For I don't think at any time of taming you. I don't want to lock you up in a loveless marriage where you feel like a prison, I wouldn't force you into anything, and if you truly want me to, I will end this marriage the moment you want me to.

He said looking at you, he meant everything he said, lightly taking your hand that was over Verity's fur, it was so soft he could tell, not like Veex's warm scales, but your hands could provide all the warmth he wanted, you held it gently, they were so soft and warm even with the snow, and no glove on them.

- I...feel that I can love you my prince, I don't want to end our engagement, not for my father, not for my family, or for economic appeal, but because I really feel that I can be happy and free by your side, maybe that's what made me so nervous these days that I couldn't exchange a word with you, of not being enough for a man like you.

He didn't want to kiss her, even though the desire was enormous, it would be a fright, but with two words, all the insecurities and voices were gone, and he could hear the beating of her heart, and a single thought that was to marry you as soon as possible, to be able to demonstrate all the feelings he was feeling to you.

You and Lucerys had been married for a few months, it was hard, it was a fact, you missed the cold, even though Lucerys gave you all the freedom you were entitled to, to come and go as you pleased, Verity your faithful little beast at first did not accompany you to Dragonstone but you were so surprised when you saw a ship with the emblem of your house, thinking it was something serious, praying to the gods it wasn't something with your brothers and sisters, or your other family members, such was your shock when you saw a furry beast running towards you, which was able to scare everyone but you or Lucerys who received it with open arms or paws and even let it pet you, the shocked looks from Rhaenyra and the others made you both laugh low.

Your relationship was so good, so perfect, and nothing seemed to spoil the peace you and your husband had created for yourself, not until you found out that you would have to rush to King's Landing to find out the news that your husband's uncle is trying to delegitimize him, that was a surprise to you, Lucerys always told of how her family was not exactly synonymous with togetherness, not like yours perhaps, but to come to this point was a surprise, and it took the worst out of you yourself, not for power, but for thinking that an uncle could get to this point from his own nephew! What your husband quickly made a point of trying to calm you down, you were like a true wild wolf as well as Luke an untamed dragon, and so you both always tried to calm each other down at times

Leaving for King's Landing on a boat with the other members of your new family, you could see and hear the thuds of misfortune up close, and the small roars of the dragons above your heads, which no longer frightened you as in the beginning, by your side Verity provided you with the best comfort that only she and her beloved prince could give you, something in her core warned her that none of this would be peaceful, and just the mere thought of Lucerys getting hurt already scares you, because you know well what can happen if they are accused of being bastards, you knew about the possibility, you knew quickly about the rumors that went around Joffrey, Lucerys and Jacaerys, honestly you didn't care about any of that, bastards or not, you love being a husband deeply and it's not something as silly as this that will make you change all your feelings for each other.

The evening came quickly, everything seemed so troubled, it was the most tender trial you have ever witnessed, your hand and Lucerys' didn't let go for a second, not even at dinner, you thought things had improved, everyone was smiling and talking, it was certainly a strange picture compared to the morning, the king's speech and everyone's considerations, everything seemed to be going well, but still, the feeling in the pit of your stomach remained eager inside you, and all your worries were proven, Aemond's speech simply drove you out of your mind, the only thing that really prevented you from saying anything, was your beloved's persistent fingers intertwining with yours.

When the whole fight started and you saw Lucerys loosen her grip and go to her brother's aid you felt startled to see your prince's head pressed hard on the table, the thud tô your side and Lucerys' loud groan was enough for you, you couldn't stand by, watching him attack your dragon, not really, like a wolf protecting its own you quickly got up and attacked Aegon, with a strength you didn't know you had, pulled him off Lucerys and quickly punched Aegon in the middle of his mouth who looked at you in fury, but before he could do anything to you, Lucerys with a bleeding nose stood in front of you in protection, with a look as fierce as yours.

- You wild little bitch, how dare you do that!!!

The white haired man said with all the scorn, touching his sore jaw, if only Lucerys hadn't been standing in front of you, you didn't really know if Aegon wouldn't have the courage to go after you.

- Clean your dirty, drunken mouth when talking about my wife!

Her husband said perhaps more angry than his uncle, his voice had instead no mockery and scorn, but an anger that perhaps he had never felt and a protectiveness.

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