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cupid-styles · 3 months

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Oh fuck tattoorry piercing his girl’s nipples would be so hot specially with how much she loves humiliation that entire interaction would be so sexually charged

this took me FOREVER but I hope you enjoy!!!!

part of the tattoorry/plugrry world

word count: 3k

content warnings: piercings (mentions of needles), spicy but no smut

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"Wait, you're being serious?"

Harry huffs out a laugh, sticking his chopsticks in the to-go container of veggie lo mein. "Of course I'm being serious. Why would I lie about that, dovie?"

His response, though not meant to make her feel bad, makes her shrug, a warm blush blooming over the expanse of her cheeks. She stuffs another bite of dumpling in her mouth, chewing it thoughtfully to save her from further embarrassment in front of her boyfriend.

"Don't feel bad," he murmurs, his large palm finding the space between her shoulders, rubbing her sweatshirt-clad skin comfortingly. Her eyes stay glued to the television in front of them, where they're watching the newest episode of Ru-Paul's Drag Race per Y/N's request. (She's never watched it before and Jo, the receptionist at St. Mark's Social, told her she had to. Y/N's been steadily binging it for weeks. Harry pretends like he doesn't love it, but he's secretly just as invested.)

"Dove, look at me," he sighs, placing his food on the coffee table. She does, positioning herself to face him and flittering her eyes up to his face. He looks tired, but they both are. It's been a long week of work and school — however, Y/N was able to get an interview for the bookstore on campus, which ended up causing her a lot of stress and anxiety. It ultimately went well and they said they'd be getting back to her soon. Even if it wasn't the bookstore she wanted to work at, it was still a source of income that would hopefully replenish some of her savings and help her pay rent and bills.

"I shouldn't have laughed, I'm sorry I did that," he says softly, "It's just a given to me, because of my work. Nipple piercings aren't otherworldly, like they probably are for you."

She shouldn't be nitpicking, but somehow that hurts just as badly. Sometimes, she feels like a child around Harry. It's as if he's lived a thousand lives in the adult world and she's just recently gotten to have a smidgen of those experiences.

"It's not otherworldly," she says the word like it's an insult, and Harry has to press his lips into a line so he doesn't laugh, "I just didn't know people got them."

Clearing his throat, he forces himself to put on his professional piercer-and-tattooer face, "Yeah. It's something that anyone can get and I've done a fair amount of them. Semi-painful in the moment with a long healing time. They can look good on the right person, though."

That causes her eyebrows to nearly shoot up to her forehead.

"What do you mean, the right person?"

"You're just a nosy little thing tonight, aren't you?" Harry fires back with a smirk. She goes to cower with deflated shoulders but he instantly makes a tsk-ing noise with his mouth, grabbing her hands to keep her close, "I just mean, like any piercing, it doesn't always look right on the person. Sometimes people get nose or eyebrow piercings and it's like, oh, that's fine. But sometimes it's as if their anatomy looks complete with the piercing — almost like it's meant to be there, if that makes sense."

It doesn't, but it only continues to pique her curiosity even more.

"What about me?"

"What about you?" Harry chuckles, using a hand to smooth her hair down.

"What piercings would look good on me?"

He smirks at her little game. She plays this sometimes, and he assumes it only comes from a place of true wonder. When they talked about the drugs he's done before, she asked which ones he think she'd like. (None, except maybe for weed, but she has to get her anxiety under control before she tries it.) They went over different styles of tattoos when Y/N was interested in his work, especially when he explained that his are just a hodgepodge of designs, some with meaning, some without. (He said she can get whatever she wants if she decides on something one day, but he's particularly partial to a little "H" on her bum.) And now, she wants to know what piercings would fit her.

"You can get whatever you'd like, dovie," he replies, "Just as long as I'm the one doing it."

She rolls her eyes and leans her shoulder against the plush of the couch cushion. "Yeah, but you're the professional, Harry! You know what would look best on me."

"Anything would, you're gorgeous."

"That's a cop-out answer and you know it!"

Harry laughs loudly and places his hands atop her shoulders, "Okay, okay. Let me think, dovie. I need to assess my client."

"Oh, you're being a professional now?"

"Shhhh!" he exclaims, and it only makes her laugh harder. He's already gone to that focused place, though, with wandering but fixated eyes and that small crinkle between his eyebrows. She feels bashful beneath his gaze, blinking her eyes as he analyzes her facial features. She's watched him work before, but for some reason, this in particular reminds her of the first time they met, when she sat in on him tattooing Mai. She remembers the way her stomach warmed and her core throbbed at his attuned facial expression, similar to how it is now.

"Okay," he murmurs. Slowly, he reaches up to gently tap at the side of her nose. "I think you'd look very pretty with a small nose piercing."

"Really?"

He nods. "Yes, but you're beautiful with or without, so it doesn't matter. Plus, I can't have my girlfriend looking cooler than me."

She's not surprised at the way he instantly returns to his teasing self, even if it's not exactly the answer she was fishing for. She watches as he leans forward to grab his carton of noodles. With her tongue peeking out to moisten her lips, she attempts to grab his attention again.

"What about...?" she glances down at her chest. Harry looks at her with a quirked eyebrow. Her form is currently swallowed up in a sweatshirt that's a few sizes too large, so she realizes she's not being entirely specific about what she's asking. "Like...?"

"Huh?"

She sighs frustratedly, "My boobs!"

"Oh," Harry's eyes widen, flickering down to her covered breasts, "You wanna know if you'd look good with nipple piercings?"

She nods, nibbling on her bottom lip. She watches at the cogs turn in his brain, his gaze meeting hers a moment later.

"Need to see 'em." he says decidedly.

She huffs out a chuckle as he helps her peel her sweatshirt off, leaving her in a comfortable bralette. It's pale pink and sheer, but with Harry's hands splayed across her ribs, he still pulls the fabric down. In an instant, her nipples are stiff and peaked from the cold air, and she's attempting not to feel sheepish underneath his intense eyes as they flicker between her breasts.

"I don't know why I'm even contemplating it," he says, though it's mainly to himself, "Of course you'd look hot with them. You're you."

He looks up at her with a goofy grin before pressing a kiss between them. She blushes.

"You think so?" she asks as her hand finds the back of his neck. He nods, eyes flickering closed when her fingertips play with the shorter, curly tendrils.

"Of course."

"Would you do it, then?"

Harry's eyes shoot open. "Wait, what? I thought we were just... talking, I didn't think you were being serious."

Y/N shrugs, "I dunno, I kind of like the idea of it."

"Dovie... you only have your ears pierced," he mumbles, sitting up and reaching to gently touch her ear lobes, "If this is something you'd seriously want, I'd want you to think about it for at least, maybe, a few days, not just 10 minutes."

"I've never done anything impulsive, though," Y/N says through a whine. He understands it, and his face crinkles some at her request. "You've gotten tattoos while you were drunk! O-or given stupid ones to yourself!"

"I know, baby," Harry coos, "But those were stupid decisions and I don't want you to make the same ones. You're so much better than that."

She sighs dejectedly. He presses a kiss to each of her cheeks, then to her nose.

"I get it, dove, really. And by all means, I'd rather you get an impulsive piercing than a tattoo. But the healing time is really long, and it is painful. I just don't want you to regret it or... or get mad at me, either."

Y/N's heart softens a bit, nodding her head as she worries her bottom lip between her teeth. "No, I understand."

"If you still want them in a few weeks or months, I'm more than happy to be the one to do it," he says softly, reaching down to give her hand a small squeeze. She perks up a little at that, and he smiles. "Just give it some more thought, okay?"

. . .

Harry really, truly thought Y/N would never mention the whole nipple piercing thing again.

It turns out, his girl is way more stubborn than he could have ever anticipated, because it's been four weeks since then and she still wants them.

In fact, she's currently sitting in his little work zone, where he tattoos and pierces other clients. Not his girlfriend.

"Are you sure?" he asks for the thousandth time. In the time since she first brought it up, she's done tons of research, including asking Harry just short of a million questions. He appreciated her enthusiasm towards education, but talking about nipple piercings as soon as he finished up work wasn't always ideal. Still, though, he made sure to entertain anything she had to ask, even catching her looking up different jewelry styles and what it looked like on different people.

And, as soon as Jo accidentally overheard Y/N talking to him about it, of course she offered to show her own. Harry wanted to bang his head into a wall as he listened to them excitedly chatter in the corner, right after one of his employees bared her entire chest to his girlfriend. It had to be some type of workplace violation, only Harry served as the closest thing to Human Resources at the shop — and, considering they sold weed on the side, he didn't think he had much of a case against Jo.

It just so happened that Y/N got out of classes early on Wednesday and Harry hung around the shop those days, making deals and doing boring business administration things. When she asked if she could come by to get her piercings done, he reluctantly said yes.

It wasn't that he didn't absolutely love the idea of it — he did, actually, and his mouth nearly watered at the imagery it created in his brain. What he did hate was the thought of causing his girl any kind of pain. He was still in the camp of being fearful that she'd get angry at him if she didn't end up liking it. But her excitement towards it never wavered, and he would never be one to tell her no.

"Yes, I'm sure," Y/N replies, wringing her hands together in her lap. "I'm nervous, though."

"That's normal, dovie. Just try your best to relax, it's only me."

She nods as he shuts the door to give them some privacy. He never does that with clients, but he wants to make sure he's making it as comfortable as a process as possible — and, maybe he's keen on ensuring no one else gets a peek.

He busies himself with sanitizing his tools, washing his hands, and eventually pulling a pair of latex gloves on. He wishes he could make it a more fun experience for her, but the whole thing is quite medical.

"You already picked your jewelry out, right?" he asks lowly. She nods her head as she watches on.

"Mhm. I sent you a picture of it last week."

"Right, these simple pink barbels, hm?"

The piercing jewelry she'd chosen were pretty spot on to Y/N's aesthetic of being uncomplicated and feminine. When he saw what she picked, he immediately told her that it would fit her perfectly.

"Alright, I'm gonna clean them and then we can get started. Still feeling good?"

She nods again.

"You gonna tell me if you're gonna pass out again, baby?"

She scowls, remembering back to fainting from her first ear piercing. The sour, twisted frown on her face makes him laugh.

"That's still so embarrassing." she mumbles. On the newly cleaned workspace, Harry shakes his head, placing the sanitized jewelry and piercing supples down on it.

"Not embarrassing. Cute, actually," he corrects, peeling his gloves off. "Okay. I'm gonna help position you, is that okay?"

"Do you do that for every client?"

He narrows his eyes at her playfully, "No, you jealous little fiend."

She pulls her sweater off, revealing a pale blue baby tee. He swallows as she lays back on the extended table, taking a deep breath to surely calm her nerves. He gently squeezes her wrist, hovering over her form as she gets comfortable. When she shoots him a small nod, he smiles, flipping her shirt up.

"Okay, baby," he says, smoothing his hand over her stomach, "I'm sure you read this in your... insane amount of research—"

"Not insane."

He nods curtly, "Right, not insane," he quickly corrects. "Anyway, your nipples have to be hard for this. It helps with the placement."

She issues another silent nod his way but doesn't move to do anything. With a small smile, he gently cups her breast.

"Do you want me to?" he asks, his tone dropping lowly. She's not quite sure what he's even asking to do, but she still provides an affirmative answer. It's not a second more before he's latched his lips around her nipple, her eyes fluttering back from the sucking sensation. It's messy, the way he alternates between each one so they're swollen with his spit, and her fingers find his long curls, tugging at them gently to press him closer to her chest.

It feels like he's gone far too quickly, plushy, wet lips pressing a quick kiss to the valley between her breasts as he examines his work. Her mouth parts as she watches him bite his lip.

"You're good," he pants out, though he takes a moment to adjust the growing bulge in his pants, "Need to... put gloves back on."

They're both a bit lust-driven now, but Harry's quick to meld back into his professional persona after snapping a clean pair of gloves on his hands. Y/N swallows as he analyzes her, feeling squeamish beneath his eyes. Wordlessly, he grabs a marker and places two dots on either of her nipples.

"That's just for the placement," he explains, grabbing a mirror so she can look at where the jewelry would sit, "What do you think?"

Truthfully, they could have been completely wonky and Y/N wouldn't have noticed, let alone say anything. She trusts Harry implicitly, even if she still feels a bit hazy from the welcomed assault on her stiffened breasts.

"Good." she says with a nod, glancing up at him, "Looks good."

"Alright, baby," he replies. He turns to get the clean piercing needle from his rolling tray. "I'm gonna count down from three. I want you to close your eyes and inhale on three, then exhale on one. We'll take a short break after the first one, and then I'll do the second. Does that sound okay?"

"Mhm," she mumbles, nervously biting her lip. "Just do it, please. 'm gonna lose my nerve."

He chuckles and nods, instructing her to keep her eyes closed as he situates himself over her.

"Okay. Three— there you go, dovie, big, deep breath— two, one."

She immediately winces from the sharp bite of pain, a noisy gasp falling from her lips. Harry silently cringes to himself — not because the piercing isn't perfect, but because he absolutely hates knowing he's the reason why she's in pain right now.

"Keep your eyes closed, baby," he murmurs as he fits the jewelry through the first piercing, "Good girl. You're doing so good for me, hm? My strong baby."

She swallows harshly, hands balled into fists at her side. It's painful, that much is true, and she's beyond grateful when he finally finishes screwing the jewelry into place. She lets out a shaky breath and Harry coos, taking one of his gloves off to thumb her tears away.

"Was that okay, dovie?" he asks worriedly, "We can always save the second for another day."

Y/N quickly shakes her head, "No, no. Just do the other one now, otherwise I'll never have you do it."

Harry repeats the process on the other side. The pain is just as bad, tears continuing to cloud Y/N's vision and roll down her cheeks despite her keeping her eyes squeezed close. He shushes her softly throughout it, his heart tugging. Once he's finished, he's quick to wash his hands, listening to her quiet sniffles.

"I know baby, I know," he mumbles. He crosses the room as soon as he's done, sitting down next to her and brushing her hair back, "You did so good, you know that? 's all done, dovie, you're done."

She sniffs, batting her wet eyelashes up at him. "'s done?"

"Yeah, sweetheart." he says with a small, crooked smile. "You were so good. Took it like a champ."

"I didn't, I cried the whole time."

He chuckles and leans down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Do you wanna see them?"

She nods, nibbling on her bottom lip as he stands to grab the handheld mirror. He helps her slowly sit up, hinging at the waist. He holds it up to her chest, both pairs of their eyes staring at her swollen breasts. His eyes flitter to her face to gauge her expression, scared that she hates them.

"Wait," she mutters, cocking her head to the side, "Wait... they're kind of hot."

Relief floods Harry's system and he smirks. "You think so?"

"Yeah," she nods, sitting up on her knees, "I know they're kinda puffy right now but... I think I like them. A lot."

Harry swallows harshly, dropping the mirror on his chair. Suddenly, he's surging towards her and taking her cheeks between his large palms, smushing their lips together like his life depends on it. It takes her entirely by surprise, and it's hurried and hot and desperate, so much so that she's panting into his mouth and gripping at his black tee-shirt.

When he finally breaks their kiss, strings of spit still connecting their mouths, he keeps his forehead pressed against hers. Again, he glances down to get another look at her chest.

"I love you so fucking much," are the only words he can utter out before he's pulling her jeans down to bury his head between her legs.

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banquetwriter · 2 months

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so good !! Do where you guys go home together!!

Karaoke part two

୨୧ Karaoke pt:2 ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ reader swallows (sorry), male and female oral, low-key a pain kink? (lots of marks and hickeys lol) unprotected sex, unedited

summary: ʚ after the party you and johnnie have some fun ɞ

Words: 2537

An: heyy so anon wanted a part two where they go home and i wasn't sure if that meant smut or fluff so i took a gamble and went smut 🤷🏻‍♀️ part 1

You requested an Uber a few minutes ago. You were waiting outside of Tara’s party barely able to keep your eyes off him. Once the car arrived you both got in almost unable to stop your sly smirks and giggles from the poor driver.

Once you got to your apartment you thanked the gods you had no roommates and hastily headed up. It wasn't the first time Johnnie had ever been in your apartment before but it was certainly the first time you both were itching to take each other's clothes off.

You were only able to get the door open a crack before you turned around and pulled Johnnie into another kiss. His hand clings to your waist as you try and get the door shut before deepening the kiss.

Your back hits the now-closed door. Your finger slipped under his shirt holding onto the sides of his stomach. He let out a small whimper at the contact. Which only made you smirk into the kiss.

You eventually pulled away from him, a smirk still plastered on your face, you beckoned him to follow you to your bedroom, a place he hadn't ever seen before. He followed with a similar grin running across his face.

You opened your bedroom door quickly pushing a clothes pile into your closet. The moonlight filled your room creating a beautiful atmosphere. Johnnie entered your room looking at the decorations that somehow perfectly reflected your personality.

He made his way to your embarrassingly sized Funko Pop collection and smiled. He had no idea you were such a nerd. “Lights on or off?” you ask, standing by your light switch closing the bedroom door.

“Um off,” he said, adrenaline pumping through his coarse veins. “Ok.” you breathed out with a smile. You approached him once again, hands closing the space between you two. Your hands faltered to his neck and the back of his head.

Use your position as an anchor to explore him. He nervously approached your waist. You pushed your body against his in encouragement. You pulled your lips away from his, and without letting a breath pass, you moved down to his jaw.

Slowly let your lips and tongue devour until you make your way to his neck. His eyes rolled back from the feeling of your teeth. Euphoric waves flashed down his body feeling his groin tighten.

His hands were sweaty and he pulled at your waist for no real reason. Johnnie needed you. There wasn't another way to put it. Your mouth left his neck, he stood there sweating and red in the face. Not that you are able to see under his makeup.

He was letting small groans fly past his lips as your teeth nicked his pale skin. He was out of breath looking down as you pulled away. Your fingers ran over his marked skin. “Hot,” you murmured, letting your thumb brush against his tattoo.

He broke into a wide smile rolling his eyes at your antics. “Did these hurt bad? I can't imagine a neck tat feels good,” you asked, examining his skin. “Yeah they hurt, every tattoo does. M’stomach ones hurt worse though,” he said using his hands to pull up his shirt.

In the moonlight, you could just barely see his Crow tattoo. “Hot,” you mutter again looking up at him. His smile grows wider, a blush forming on his cheeks. “Yeah? Well, you’re one to talk,” he says, unable to meet your eyes.

You grin at his words, your eyes flashing over in lust. You were unable to wait any longer for him. Your core was burning. “Yeah?” you asked, nodding your head. “Mhm,” he answered, your bodies were so close to each other.

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and tugged his ear down to your mouth. “Why don't you come and show me?” you asked in a sultry tone. Johnnie's pupils were blown with a craving for lust. You rotated with him, the back of his knees hitting your bed. You pushed his shoulders slightly.

He fell onto his back with a soft ‘thud’. He began scooting back so more of him was on the bed, your hands reached out for his shoulders starting to essentially use him to climb up the bed.

His eyes watched you, feeling the remaining blood in his pale body travel to his dick. You on the other hand carefully climbed into his lap, sitting directly on his hard member. You shifted so your clothed clit rested on him over his pair of skinny jeans.

He groaned slightly at your contact, propping himself up on his elbows. Your hands snaked up his shirt and around his back. This time he initiated the kiss. He was slow at first, almost cautious.

As he gained confidence it began to deepen, your nails dragging slowly down his back chasing whines and small moans from him. Your body felt like you had caught on fire. You desperately needed him inside you.

But you wanted this to be pleasurable so you would take your time. You used your acrylics to surely make him bleed with the pressure you used to scratch the raven-haired boy's back.

“Fuck.” he muttered under his breath against your lips. You smirked pulling away from him, slowly crawling down onto your knees on the floor. Johnnie Was out of breath panting while looking at you.

He watched as you slowly started to palm his hard-on. Use your index and middle finger to rub the outside slowly and eventually use your whole hand to rub the outside.

His head fell back. It had been a long time since he had ever felt this, and never from someone as beautiful as you. He felt like he was gonna burst out of his pants. “Mmm fuck.” he whispered, unbuttoning his pants.

You helped him undo and pull down his pants and his boxers next. His dick sprung out, the tip hitting his stomach. He hissed as the cold air clung to his warm body. But you didn't have time to waste, you slid your hands up his exposed thigh.

You continued to tease him, scratching closer and closer to his aching cock. You started to pepper kisses at the base, moving to kitten licks. His right hand meets your jaw eyes laser-focused on your every move.

He slowly massages your jawline as you begin to kick his leaking aching cock from base to tip. “Stop teasing me!” he begged you. You obliged hovering above him letting the drool drip from your mouth and cover him.

He let out a pained gasp as you popped the head into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks to take his full length in. You began to bob your head up and down. His eyes screwed shut, “Fuck. Y/n don't stop.” he said as his hand moved up and down with your jaw.

You fluttered your eyelashes as he lifted his head back up again. He was panting heavily, his hips squirming against the bed. “Fuck.” he whimpered, letting go of your jaw. His hand flew to the bed sheets. His knuckles were pure white, trying to use the fabric to ground himself.

“M’gonna cum. M’gonna cum. M’gonna cum, fuuuck.” he whined as his red hot cock twitched in your mouth, and ropes of cum shot into your mouth and throat. He uses his hand to move his hair out of his face. The black locks clung to his face from sweat.

You pulled away from his member debating whether you should swallow or spit. You locked eyes with Johnnie and made your decision. You inhaled deeply and swallowed all the liquid in your mouth. “Did you just swallow my cum?” he asked, his voice breaking slightly after recovering from his orgasm.

“Yes,” you answered, fiddling with your fingers. Was that not the right decision? Your thoughts? Began to spiral with fear. Did he not like that? “That's so fucking hot,” he confessed, letting his back hit the mattress.

And as quickly your worries came, they went. Your mind goes back into primal mode, needing only one thing. Johnnie. You grinned at him, once again crawling onto the bed, and then onto him. Still heaving your clothes on made it difficult to get any relief as you rubbed yourself on his lap.

“Flip over.” he damn near ordered you. You do as he says flipping over and scooting to the top of the bed so your head hits the pillows. He sits on his knees at the end of the bed removing his shirt and discarding it somewhere in your dark room.

The window that sat above your bed perfectly illuminated Johnnie's pale skin. His cold necklaces felt like they were burning through his hot skin. He moved down so his weight was supported by his hands and crawled up the bed to meet you.

He helped undress you, pulling your shirt and bottoms off. He moved his knee and positioned it right between your legs. You pushed down trying to relieve some pressure. You mewled out, pressing your clothed body down on his knee.

He reached around your back early trying to unclasp your bra. He was nervously trying and failing so you divided to give mercy and reach around your back and unclip it for him. “Thanks,” he said embarrassed. He was practically itching for you to be naked.

You removed your bra and let it hit the floor. Johnnie's mind went completely blank staring at your exposed body. He thought of how fucking perfect your chest was. You smiled at his reaction, taking your hand and redirecting his eyes to your face. “Having fun?” you sarcastically asked him.

He shied away from you embarrassed at his ogling. “Yeah I was,” he said, unable to stop smiling. You gestured for him to get closer which he eagerly did. Letting his lips crash against yours, his lip piercing was so cold compared to your hot lips.

His cold hands caressed up your thighs, his fingers tugging your panties down and off your body. Your cunt was oozing, practically begging for any attention he would give you.

He slid his cold hands up further on your hot body. He made his way to your tits, pulling one in his mouth. His tongue swirled and teased while his hand pulled and pinched. Hearing your moans of encouragement he switched sides trying to give each one equal attention.

His hands moved from your tits to the sides of your body, placing sloppy tongue kisses on you all the way down to your cunt. He looks up at you as he slowly licks all the way up your leaking cunt.

He starts how slow, using deliberate movements but as you fall into a blubbering mess of moans and ‘keep going’ he begins to kitten lick your hole using his fingers to rub your clit.

His rings and nail polish created quite the site for you as your eyes rolled back into your skull. Your hand gripped his teased black hair keeping his face right where you needed it.

You felt the coil in your stomach threatening to snap. Your toes curled and your back arched off the bed, Johnnie's free hand tried to keep your hips in place but it was to no eval, “Im cumming!” you shouted barely able to contain your legs shaking as you came on his face.

Your world went blank for a second before your breath returned to normal. You looked down at Johnnie who was also breathing heavily, his face glistening with your liquid. It didn't seem to bother him in the slightest however as he wiped his face with his hand and eyes glaring at you.

“I'm not with you yet,” he said grabbing a part of the bed as he moved up it with his whole body, you barely could get a word out before he began kissing your neck.

He was surely leaving marks and bruises in his wake as he sucked and nibbled on every last part of your neck skin. “Johnnie…” you whimpered, having a good holding on his hair as he continued to devour your neck.

“Please I need more of you,” you whined, into his ear. Johnnie felt like he could do anything at this very moment. His heart was on fire with confidence. He pulled away from your neck and moved down to your thighs where he started to bite and suck.

You whined at the pleasurable feeling. “Johnnie… stop teasing, please,” you begged him. He smiled up at you, placing a tender kiss on your bitten and bruised flesh. He places his left hand next to your head, he helps move your legs apart as they still feel a little shaky from being eaten out.

He positions himself at your entrance. You held onto his shoulder as he slowly entered. You gasped as he bottomed out, your nails digging into his shoulder drawing blood with force.

He hooked your right leg around his waist moving his right arm so it was by your head. He slowly started pumping in and out of you. He was moaning into your mouth, his ministrations going from slow to fast.

Your nails scratching open old wounds from earlier. “Fuck, m’not gonna last long,” he said into your mouth. You heard his words but they never entered your brain, your brain was going blank with pleasure, the coil already threatening to snap.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” he cursed dropping down to your neck, taking a small part, and biting into you to ground himself. The pain shot through you and went to your core, your orgasm that flashes over you. Your back arches and your throat nearly gives out at the pornographic noise you make.

The squeezing of your cunt sends Johnnie over the edge, he bites down hard unsure if he was drawing blood or not as he pumps you both through an orgasm. After a minute or two he collapses on you, his cold metal necklaces poking your sensitive skin.

“Mm fuck.” he sighs sitting up and pulling himself out of you. Your combined liquids pool out of you. Johnnie takes a second to admire the sight of you, a mess. He pulls on his pair of boxers, before turning to you.

“In my bathroom, there are some washcloths in the top cupboard. You mumble pouting to your en suite. He nods leaving the room for a minute. You face the ceiling feeling the world spinning, your body happy but sore.

He returns with a damp washcloth and begins to clean you up. You hiss at the cold feeling of the fabric. “Sorry,” he mutters, cleaning you up. You take a deep breath in and sit up. You scoot yourself off the bed wobbling a little.

Johnnie snickers behind you, “Shut up.” you whine rolling your eyes. You pulled your panties back on and snagged his T-shirt. You opened Your bedroom door, pulled the shirt on, and grabbed a glass of water. You took a small sip of it hearing Johnnie walking through your door. He pulled his jeans on again and walked up to you, wrapping his arms around your midsection.

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dear-satan · 1 year

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Leon S. Kennedy x fem!Reader warning: sexual content, oral (fem receiving), love marks

"Baby please" Leon's warm voice reached your ears causing a shiver to run down your spine. "Take a break…" He leaned in and his warm lips touched your cheek, then your jaw and neck where he began to leave wet kisses. His one hand was placed on the table where you were sitting and the other began to slowly lift your oversized t-shirt that you usually slept in when he wasn't with you.

"Leon" his name came out of your mouth feeling the warmth spreading through your body. You clenched your thighs under the table feeling your panties become damp under his touch crying out for more. He had been away for almost two months after all, and when he finally did visit your shared flat, you unfortunately had to get a lot of paperwork from your boss to check and fill out. "You know I have to send this back before midnight." You mutter reluctantly grabbing his wrist before his hand squeezed your naked breast under your t-shirt. "It'll take no more than an hour, okay?" you explain looking into his blue irises. You knew that gaze well - hazy, from above half-closed eyelids and…. Oh Christ, those perfectly visible veins on his neck and arms. Yes, he definitely wanted to fuck you right here and now and you'd swear to God you'd give yourself to him if it wasn't for a threat from your boss to get you fired.

You watched as he lowered his head down with a loud sigh. He backed away from the chair you were sitting on and just when you thought you had managed to convince him, he started to push back the chairs standing next to him. You furrowed your eyebrows at this sight not fully understanding his actions, but you chose to ignore it…. Which was a mistake.

Leon, making space for himself, went under the table like a small child and positioned himself right between your legs. At first he just stared at you from underneath like a dog sitting motionless and this went on for a few minutes until he finally started slowly kissing your exposed thighs.

"Leon… What are you doing…?" a quiet query broke from your lips feeling him suck on your skin. His hands went to your buttocks and tugged so that you slid slightly off the chair but were still able to work.

"I take what's mine." He murmured starting to kiss your pussy through the lace panties. His warm tongue soaked your underwear and his hot breath caused sighs and grunts to escape your lips. "Keep working, baby."

"Mhmm." You moaned as he squeezed your buttocks. You struggled to shift your interest to the laptop screen, wanting to fill in another table but Leon decided to prevent you from doing so even more. He took one hand off your bottom and tilted your underwear so that he had perfect access to your wet pussy. He began to slowly lick your folds gloating over every sound you made. When that wasn't enough, he took aim at your clit - sucking, lightly biting and purring as louder and louder moans erupted from your mouth and your hands found their way to his hair instead of the computer keyboard.

"L-Leon please…" you moaned as his tongue moved from your clit to your already sinking hole. He teased it with his tongue and you clenched around the nothing that was driving you crazy. You moved your hand from his head to your wrist muttering something unintelligible, but Leon as if knowing this foreign language quickly filled your empty pussy with his fingers. Feeling it you arched your back almost slipping off the chair. "O-oh God… Y-yes…" You moaned feeling his fingers arch into you hitting your G-spot and his tongue stimulating your clit. Leon was taking you to heaven and your release was getting closer and closer. Damn, he was already giving you so much and you didn't even want to imagine how good it would feel when his cock was crushing your yearning pussy from the inside out.

You screamed his name clenching your thighs around his head as a warm orgasm took over your body. As if unwilling to accept your orgasm Leon continued to lick your pussy, prolonging it until you howled a plea to stop. Your body was trembling and you didn't even have the strength to lift your arms and return to the work you were doing earlier, where you were 'brazenly' interrupted.

Leon only laughed and pushed back the chair you were sitting on just enough for him to step freely out from under the table. He was proud to see what an inert person he had made of you and wanted to see you like this as often as possible.

"Enjoy your work, love." He gave you a taste of yourself in a kiss then most simply walked away towards the bedroom, leaving you in a complete mess.

#character x reader #fictional story #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #resident evil #character x you #leon x reader #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #leon re4 #leon resident evil #leon kennedy smut #re 4 remake #smut #resident evil smut

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paper-mario-wiki · 6 months

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Do you do farm stuff Scout? Or would you like to? Like owning chickens or tending an outdoor garden, that sort of thing?

From ages 7 to 19 I lived on farms, and was made to be an active participant in maintenance and usages of the facilities I don't know why the fuck I'm typing it like this, but I grew up on a farm. I was kinda in charge of everything, but slacked a lot and my brother had to cover for me. That said, I still spent a LOT of time doing chores.

At one point or another I've been responsible for most every farm chore you can really think of. All the basics like raking leaves, milking goats, collecting eggs, feeding chickens- but also the big stuff like moving tons of hay, herding flocks, caring for large animals such as llamas, alpacas, horses, and cows, as well as delivering babies, gutting and plucking fowl (only chickens and turkeys, though I've also cared for ducks and geese), dehoring, hoof cleaning, corpse transportation, crop maintenance, winter ice removal by breaking up frozen water troughs in 10 below weather (thought this was usually circumvented by anticipating the cold and setting up water heaters beforehand), constructing enclosures, slaughtering pigs, and etc etc etc etc etc all that shit. Bunnies snakes mini horses donkeys. All that shit. Farm stuff. Ya know.

Moved away when I went to college and immediately plunged into a mixed-zoning district in the Fushimi district in Kyoto. This was a really good transition from rural living to city living, because mixed zoning districts have blocks dedicated to apartment complexes and family homes right next to blocks of rice fields and ponds, which was behind the 7-Eleven I bought most of my food from.

Now I live in a SHITTY mixed zoning area in SHITTY America where we never stop hearing cars because there's a massive parking lot nearby and constant police sirens, not because the area is particularly dangerous, but because there's like 2 police stations nearby.

My ideal housing goal, which also happens to be my current goal in life, is to reach a slightly more rural version of the Kyoto living situation. The goals are very distinct:

0. I'm editing this one in after the fact to note that while I've used Kyoto as an example a few times in this post, I'm just looking for an area that feels right and would happily live in any prefecture that fits my needs.

I want to not be tied directly to a visa which would draw me away from doing whatever work I really want to do, like my student visa did later on when school started getting worse as professors were struggling to learn digital classroom mechanics. The visa I'm shooting for is dependent on a few ideas I have for businesses, but that's still kind of a long shot.

I want to be in a position of relative financial freedom so that I can spend enough time genuinely living there instead of just being tied to a computer all day, limiting me to the world I already know. This one's the big one, so I'm still workin on that. That said, recently I've been taking some pretty massive steps towards making this a more tangible circumstance. Fingers crossed.

I want to have a home that I own instead of renting, and I'd like to work with a Japanese architect to actually construct it. Again, these are big big plans, but I think a life goal is a thing worth thinking big about. And it's not like I'm trying to build a mansion, or even a family-sized house, I think I'd be content with three bedrooms, a kitchen, and common room. Of course, in keeping with the "dream big" spirit, in a world where I've got enough money to have a nicer, slightly bigger home, I can imagine as many as 5 bedrooms. It's nice to imagine in this "perfect" outcome that I've got a reason to have enough space for guests to sleep over. A local community, or an otherwise tangible, real-world web of relationships would be nice. Like, Real Adult Socializing Shit.

I want to have a significant emphasis on self-reliance on this home. As far solarpunk as I can reasonably go, without biting off more than I can chew as someone who's kinda limp-wristed. In a gay way and a feeble way. I figure this will come down to solar panels, water filtration, a well, and a garden (or at least the space to have gardening stuff like pots and soil). Some chickens would be nice too, but I don't know that I'd ever take on livestock proper.

I want to be properly submerged in trees without being more than a 5 minute bike ride from a train station. Somwhere like Yase-Hieizanguchi Station in north Kyoto is a good example of station that's on the edge of a metropolitan area and the forest. There was an apartment there I almost got, but backed out when covid hit cuz I decided moving across town would be a whack decision.

This is a BONUS goal, but I think it'd also be nice to not compromise on a single location, and instead have a home out in the inaka, while also having a small apartment rented in the city I can go between whenever I need to. In a world where I can afford a plot of land out in the country, but would still need to travel into town for business, that would be nice. Though in that scenario I'd likely need to also take on the arduous task of getting a Japanese drivers license. If I know far enough in advance that I want to take this specific route then I could bypass that last one by getting an international license before moving to Japan, but after moving to Japan you're barred from getting an international license.

I couldn't tell you in honesty that I'm a Salt of the Earth, Red Blooded American Farmer in my heart, and in fact I could not WAIT to move away from the farm. I hated that I didn't have a say in living on a farm, and was made to take care of animals. But what I DID enjoy about that life was the stillness. The opportunities of perfect silence. The stars unobstructed by light pollution. The ability to explore. Those things I was incredibly grateful for. And as such, in my perfect world, I would like to live on something like a farm again one day, just on my own terms.

#anon

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che-bur-ashka · 7 months

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"fuck around with it" as a design goal

one of the things ive been thinking about lately in rpgs is like, games that let you sort of just dick around and chat and figure stuff out and still feel like they (the game) meaningfully contributed to ur experience. like in a recent session of beneath pirate flags we spent maybe an hour and a half making characters and talking about a world and then maybe another hour building one (1) setting element. and thats not because that process cant be done faster, and its not because we kept getting distracted--okay, we did keep getting distracted, but that's sort of my point. even as we went down all these different side conversations and tangents and media references and conversations which weren't meaningfully "productive" in the sense of "generating a story" i never felt like we weren't playing or like we weren't playing beneath pirate flags specifically. and i think that's really neat!

to be totally clear, i can think of lots of games that i love that dont do this, often intentionally limiting the ways you can communicate with your coplayers. i think thats interesting too, but thinking about that as the only way we can design for chitchat and distraction presents a kind of norm/alternative structure where "free conversation" is the zero that we design from by restricting conversation, whereas i think i'm trying to a way of designing positively towards this state (something like dream askew/apart’s idle dreaming). i also don't know why it happens in beneath pirate flags specifically. in my experience picklist-heavy games generate this feeling more often (sasha winters's girlfriend of my girlfriend is my friend is another good example of a game that ends up sitting in this space for me a lot, i think) but i dont know if that's because of the picklists or just correlation. maybe i just like to fantasize about gay ppl.

anyway, yeah. something to design for in the future. neat!

#ttrpgs #ttrpg design #indie ttrpg #rpg design

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honey-comb-xox · 3 months

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Greened out

Nick Sturniolo x male!stoner!reader

Warnings: Weed, greening out, throwing up, peer pressure, driving while high (don't do that brothers!! Be safe!) - sorry if i missed anything pls lmk if I did!!

A/n: y’all be gentle w this one it’s my first actual writing that isn’t a joke 😭

Summary: y/n greens-out 😶‍🌫️

Y/n sighed as he leaned further back in the lawn chair he found himself in about 3 hours ago. The hot summer air in L.A. was completely different then what he was used to in New York, for some reason it just made blunts hit 10x better.

“Dude you gonna hog that shit or fuckin pass it”

Y/n snaps out of his daze and keeps the smoke circle going, it had been a stressful day. The majority of his day so far has been spent running errands, bringing Nick back and forth to the post office for Space Camp orders, and making sure the Triplets didn’t starve while signing cards for their 6 mil merch drop. It doesn’t sound like a whole lot, but it was definitely draining. Hence the predicament he’s in now.

“Bruh I got one more blunt! Who’s up for a third?”

“Nah man i’m good i gotta drive back to Nicks soon”

“Dude look it’s skinny as shit you’ll be fine, unless you’re pussy”

“Seriously man, i’m not falling for your shit right now”

Y/n did in fact fall for his shit again. Which has led him to his current predicament of how the hell he was supposed to get home, if this was any other area in town then he’d just leave his car. But of course it wasn’t and on top of all that there was not a single sober person he trusted to drive his car to Nicks. There’s really only one option…

“Alright guys I think imma head out” Y/n groaned while stretching up

“Be careful driving back man!”

Y/n sighs as he starts his car preparing for a long ride back home.

~Timeskip~

Y/n stumbles out of his car while trudging up to the front door. After messing with his keys for a few minutes he finally finds the key Nick gifted him a couple of weeks back.

“Nick! I’m back!” Y/n exclaimed

“Hey! Matt and Chris just went out to get dinner. Did you eat?” Nick says going in for a hug.

“Nah I just got back from Jetts place”

“Yeah I can tell. How much did you guys smoke?” Nick coughs from the stench of weed radiating of off Y/n

“I don’t know…like three, 2 ½ blunts” Y/n responds nonchalantly

“THREE? Please don’t tell me you drove back here right after”

“Well I didn’t really have a choice. I couldn’t just leave my car there” At this point that ‘mini’ blunt is starting to hit a lot more than Y/n expected it to. Nick keeps rambling on, but this all goes through one ear and out the other because now it’s either he focuses on what Nicks saying or not throwing up.

“Are you even listening to me right now? You know what, whatever just tell me what you want from Canes so I can tell Matt and Chris”

“Nah I’m good I think, I actually gotta go to the bathroom real quick” Y/n paled. The thought of food was enough to send him over the edge.

Nick looks questionably at his boyfriend, but then brushes it off and rolls his eyes. The moment of silence is broken by groans from the bathroom.

“Babe you okay?” Nick hollers

Y/n doesn’t respond.

“Babe!” Nick shouts once again

Again no response. Nick runs to the bathroom to find his boyfriend curled up near the toilet.

“Oh my god! Babe are you okay?”

Y/n only groans in response. Nick sits down and rubs his back soothingly. Y/n goes to turn to Nick only to find the room rapidly spinning around him which only furthers his nausea. This carries on for another 5 minutes.

“Oh my god. I’m never smoking weed again” Y/n whines while slumping against Nick

“Yeah right, I’m gonna go grab you some water and your toothbrush from my room” Nick laughs

Y/n nods, while adjusting his position to lay on the cold tile .

“Aww poor baby” Nick says smugly

“Oh shush” Y/n says as he sits up against the bathtub

“Seriously though, are you okay?”

“Yea, I mean I’m still a little dizzy but the nausea is gone” Y/n yawns as he curls into Nick.

~Timeskip~

Chris runs up to the door without waiting for Matt.

“Dude seriously! Not even gonna grab the drinks or anything?” Matt hollers from the van.

“I getting the door for you, duh” Chris says meekly

Chris goes back to the van to grab the drinks from Matt, and holds the door for his brother.

“Nick!! We’re back! We got food for Y/n too!” Matt yells as he passes the stairs.

“Matt look at this” Chris whispers

Matt sets down the food on the counter, and heads over to Chris. The boys have their heads peeking into the bathroom only to find Nick and Y/n peacefully sleeping against the bathtub all snuggled up together.

“If they don’t wake up in like…thirty minutes then we’ll wake them up so their food doesn’t get too cold” Matt whispers to Chris

Then a sudden flash comes from Chris’ camera with the image of Nick holding Y/n in his arms sleepy glaring as his brothers.

A/n: okay how was that? Again please be kind it’s my first time writing smth like this but if you have any tips for me i’m definitely open to suggestions!!

#nick sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x male reader #sturniolo triplets x reader #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

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my-rose-tinted-glasses · 5 months

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Rose Recaps 2023 - Thailand

Ok. Let me just get this out of the way. If there were awards for "started of great but forgot what it was about by the end" Thailand would win them all. No other country can touch them. So when I was going through my list of watched Thai Bls there weren't all that many to choose as favourites. but I'll try to be kind.

The one about family

Moonlight Chicken

First and foremost this show is stunning. This really cannot be overstated. I really enjoyed all the different relationships represented here and that the idea of family is what you want it to be. I love all of them, and Wen did absolutely nothing wrong.

Favourite Moment This conversation left me in tears.

The one hated by so many but not me

Dangerous Romance

This was me whenever there was a new episode.

I'm not gonna say people were wrong. Everybody has the right to their own opinions. But I never expected anything else.

This show gave me exactly what I expected of it. They made a romantic version of the trailer for christ sake. The ost video that came out the day before the premiere was a love fest with the softest song sang by Chimon. I agree that the first 2 episodes were different and for some, misleading about the direction of the show.

Not for me though. I got what I wanted. Chimon and Perth on my screen being boyfriends with some drama sprinkled in for good measure. And with the amazing bonus that was Marc and Pawin together again and the character of Auto that I just adored. I actually enjoyed all the characters in this one.

Favourite Moment

The one that is beautiful

I Feel You Linger In The Air

The amount of screenshots I took while watching this would fill a hard drive. It's just gorgeous. The way they played with the spaces was just such a treat.

This show was almost perfect. I had a couple of issues with it midway through and I felt that they dragged the goodbye a tiny bit much but overall I really liked it. These two are very special but overall there were a lot of characters to root for and enough of them to hate, which I appreciate.

But also WHERE IS THE SPECIAL??? I need to watch it!

Favourite Moment

The one that was I was ready to hate and then didn't

Be My Favourite

Confession time. I didn't like Krist. Watching SOTUS was something I endured but didn't enjoy for the most part. I know I'm not alone in this. But also. I didn't like Fluke. In anything. He was the only thing I didn't like in Not Me, and I skipped most scenes of his couple during Dark Blue Kiss. No particular reason tho. I just didn't enjoy watching him. So the bar was set pretty low on this one for me.

And then what happened? I loved Kawi. Like immediately. And surprise surprise, I liked Fluke. Immediately. It's like I was on an alternate universe and I couldn't believe my eyes.

With that said, it was not even close to a perfect show. It started off really strong, I enjoy the way the relationship grew, I loved that the characters were being honest with each other and being mostly kind to one another. Some moments felt really grounded. And then it kinda fell apart for me. But this is a positive post so I'm not going there.

Favourite Moment: The whole montage.

The one with the redemption of Mame

Wedding Plan

I already explained what I went through with this show here prompted by this episode of @the-conversation-pod. You should all go listen to this and all the other episodes because both @bengiyo and @shortpplfedup are brilliant and funny in convenient audio format.

Anyway, in the end I loved this show so much and took me a minute to come to terms that it was actually that good. The characters are actually multidimensional and the woman have depth. Groundbreaking stuff.

Favourite Moment

The one with all the cuteness

My School President

Not gonna lie, not a huge fan of singing in my bl. But this was great. From the beginning the fact that it made constantly remember my beloved Love Sick was an unexpected and delightfull bonus. I was living for Tinn's expressions, Tiw just being delightfully loyal and the epitome of sharing one brain cell group of friends. Not to forget the parental relationships that were some of the best of the year. I even liked the singing.

Favourite Moment

The extra one

Our Skyy 2 - A Tale of a Thousand Stars

This happened. It was perfect. That's it.

I watched more than 40 thai shows that came out this year, I'm not counting the ones that are still on, and these were my favourites. Mostly because some of them were the ones that I had the least to complain about.

That's it for my recaps. I still wanna gif some stuff today and it's late so I can't review this post again so if there are mistakes, don't tell me. It'll haunt me.

Have a good night💜

#Rose Recaps 2023 #moonlight chicken #my school president #wedding plan the series #be my favorite #i feel you linger in the air #dangerous romance #multi bl #rose rambles

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mslanna · 3 months

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What if Raphael teleported himself to Tav and she is to be completely naked? Like they haven't really begun courting yet, and BAM! Now he is in Tav's home and he is seeing the object of his affections interests in all of their glory when he wasn't expecting to.

Bonus points if Tav is super calm about it - minus any initial surprise - and just sighs and casually goes to start covering up, maybe while saying "So what can I do for you, Raphael?" or mumbling something like "And this kind of thing was why I asked Korrilla to tell me when to expect you. So much for 'that would never happen'... "

You can decide what happens from there.

As usual, I have taken creative liberties. Catcher and Decoy on AO3

Yes, the mouse-sized armour was a trap. A distraction for Tav to occupy their attention while Raphael closed the metaphorical noose around their neck. What the devil did not anticipate was that the human would go straight ahead and try it on.

And Tav went commando.

As the last layer of padding from their own armour dropped to the ground, Raphael was faced with a buck-naked mouse and an ass juicy enough to tempt gods. This was not going as expected. A strangled noise escaped him despite all efforts.

For a moment, Tav froze. Then they turned – slow, deliberate, with the intent of a predator. Cold eyes alighted on the devil's face and narrowed. Tav placed their hands on their hips and tilted their head in challenge. "Have you never heard of privacy?"

"I am familiar with it as much as you are familiar with the concept of not trying on any set of armour standing around." Raphael forced his eyes to stay on Tav's face. They were showing off, though the devil didn't know what they hoped to gain from that. He pressed a canine into his lip to keep his body from betraying his mind.

"The easiest way to steal armour is wearing it." Tav didn't give an inch. "And by the specs and placement of this set, you placed it here for me to take."

"Almost." Raphael tutted. "I do not give away things for free."

"I am leaving my old set which is pretty damn good. And am I not paying you on top of that with the most exquisite view ever?" Tav held out their arms and turned slowly.

"As scrumptious as your mortal form is, its looks are not enough to pay for this exquisite set of helldusk armour."

"Oh?" Tav took a step towards him, then another. Each footfall a hammer on Raphael's heart. "What do you think is equal in payment for it then?" They stopped close enough that the last words bounced off his skin.

Raphael had prepared for this moment – the time Tav finally fell for his offer. With the human taking up all of his personal space, his best laid plans crumbled into nothing. Their skin smelled of sweat, metal, and leather -earthy, human, raw. Images crowded in on him of what would be equal indeed. Unfortunately, none were close to what he had prepared.

Tav chuckled at his lack of reply. "Well. I am certain we can come to an agreement that will be mutually satisfactory." With a grin they stepped close enough to rustle his doublet. Tav slipped a hand around him and placed its palm over the base of his tail, fingertips barely nudged under the fabric of his breeches.

"You assume a lot," the devil grumbled. But he didn't pull away.

"Prove me wrong." Tav looked up with a glint in their eyes, leaving their soft lips parted.

Oh, he would. Determination coursed through Raphael. Two could play this game. And when he had them hanging on the edge of ecstasy, then Tav would promise him everything he desired. All he had to do was keep his wayward cock that pressed against trousers already, in check. A challenge he would not only accept, but win.

"Be careful." He cupped Tav's head with one hand and tilted it into perfect kissing position. "Those who play with fire easily burn themself."

"I hear devils are immune for fire damage." Tav pressed their body against him, the hardening outline of his cock sandwiched between their thighs. "Let's find out if that is true."

Raphael wanted to snort. Of course, it was true as Tav would find out soon enough. But he leant down instead, shutting up the cocky human with a hard kiss. They yielded immediately and Raphael's last coherent thought, as he dipped his tongue deep into their intoxicating taste, was that this was easier than expected.

#bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #writing prompt #anon answered #mel writes fanifc #sleazy second-hand car dealer

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blueberrypancakesworld · 6 months

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John Stone - Yandere - You will be mine - Part.2

warning : obsession, use of a knife, kissing, some touching

Summary : His plan was set and his pure angel was in his car. He knew as soon as she was in his house she would be with him and he would close the cage. She had no right to escape, not if she was his.

Info : So after the first part was very well received (thanks for the support and I'm glad you liked it so much), here is the second part which follows on directly from the first. Have fun reading ;)

Part.1 , Part.3

(gif by @angels-holocaust )

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°As soon as the door closed and the engine started and he drove out of the parking lot, it was over. He knew he had her, she was far too delicate to fight back or run away from him. A glance over at her told him she was excited. With her hands in a slightly cradled position, she looked curiously at the street and to the side. Her clothes were still chaste and he had to resist putting his hand on her.

°He would have given anything for a reaction, he would have loved to see what she did if he had told her what he was going to do. What would you do little Lamb? he asked himself, imagining that either she didn't understand what was happening. She was too naive his angel would not understand and would perhaps seek protection in his arms. He could rebuild her and make her his from the beginning. Or would she try to run away and give him his fun before he could lay his hands on her body to show her that she was in good hands with him.

°,,John you don't have to answer I'm grateful for your support...but-" she began, reaching for her cross necklace and letting the symbol move between her fingers. He knew she was too insecure for anything and he liked to see her so insecure. ,,Come on, what is it, love?" he asked, giving her a brief smile before his gaze went back to the road.

°It took her a moment before she got over herself and asked, ,,Do you live alone?" but immediately her gaze dropped, probably out of shame that she had asked a question that was too personal. He felt the smirk on his lips, for him it was just another proof of his obsession that she wanted him. That she asked him if she could be his. ,,Why do you ask?" he replied, knowing that it only made her more uncomfortable. That she became more nervous that she didn't know what to say and began to stammer.

°,,It's all right, sweetie, I'm just messing around...but yes, I live alone," he said and put his hand on her thigh for a moment to reassure her. He felt the soft skin under the fabric and imagined how the rest of her body must feel. He could clearly see in the corner of his eye that the shame and uncertainty had returned and he lightly squeezed her leg before pulling back. But he wanted more, he wanted to touch her everywhere. To see how she would react to him, to show her what it meant to be his.

°He drove the distance back to his house and clearly saw that she had never been here before. Just as he had taken the house just outside the city, close to the highway for his victims and a little further away from the city for an escape. It was the perfect house, not quite the newest, but the exterior was deceptive and he had already prepared everything inside.

°He had remodeled rooms to give her the perfect single room where she could have her own space. He would give her everything she needed but she would stay with him and if not. Glancing at the back seat, he saw the leather sticking out of the box. An angel could be chained just like any other, he had even bought her a white collar and was convinced that she liked the white more.

°I just want to see you blossom, he thought and parked the car in front of the house before getting out and opening the door for her. She obediently took his hand and with every touch he wanted more of her. She seemed so perfect, she was the picture of his wife's ideal woman and he would adore her if she were his. I would do anything for you, he thought as he closed the door behind her and led her to the house.

°,,The food is downstairs in the cellar so it will keep better," he said dismissively, looking at her to agree, and he had to suppress any urges as she took the first step into the house. The picture blurred and he already wanted to make her his and see what she was doing. But instead he closed the door and saw that she was far too focused on the lie than on the sound of the door closing. ,,Which way?" she asked, giving him a reserved look.

°,,Don't be shy darling...just go down the hall and down the stairs...I'm right behind you," he said, watching her follow the directions and walk down the stairs. With every stair she took, with every step she took, it only seemed to get more tense. He could have just pushed her down the stairs, he could have pushed her to the floor, he would have done anything to see her tears. Convinced her that she had tripped and held her in his arms. She would have been far too naive to raise her voice.

°But he held back and let his hand wander back to the railing, waiting until she reached the bottom and actually took the first steps into the storage room. He hadn't completely lied. He had provided enough food that he didn't have to take her into town for the first time. He had made sure that she could start with small recipes and cooking. He had bought an apron especially for her and had thought more than once about giving her only this to wear. She had to earn her clothes, knowing that the less clothes she wore, the less comfortable it was for her.

°She ran around like a lamb among wolves and all he wanted to do was sink his fangs into her flesh. He wanted to touch and taste her. Tear off her clothes and watch her tear-veiled gaze go to the cross as he took her. It would be better than any image of his victims, it would be the image of an angel of beauty itself. She would be his forever.

°,,Is it here?" she asked, taking a few steps into the pantry, looking around slightly and not yet seeing him standing in the doorway. His hands were on either side of the doorframe, blocking her way back. He watched her step back as she bumped into him and spun around.

°,,John?" she asked him, not understanding why he wasn't the man she thought he was. He saw her suppress the reflex to back away knowing there was only one way forward, straight into his arms at his side where she belonged. ,,You're finally home," he murmured and reached out to touch her, wanting to tell her that everything would be better if only she was with him. But the look of fear on her face when she realized what was happening was all the more arousing. It was like his torture only so much more addictive. He wanted to see her break apart.

°She tried to back away from him and in an attempt to escape she pushed past him, he could have just grabbed her but he let her. Let her go in the belief of hope...for a moment. Reached into his pocket instead and pulled out the knife and went after her. He heard her rattling the door, trying to escape. ,,Darling, please come back...don't let me be wrong about you," he said and came back up the stairs to see her standing at the door with tears running down her cheeks.

°It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, he wanted to comfort her, to protect her. ,,Pl-Please...don't" she whimpered and wanted to run into the kitchen away from him but he was quicker, grabbed her and pulled her back into the hallway. She pushed against the wall and only more pitiful sounds escaped her lips. The knife only made her more frightened and she would only have to fall into his arms, tell him that she would never run away again, that she was his and he would love her.

°,,Shhh don't I won't hurt you," he assured her calmly, his knife resting on the first button of her blouse, threatening to undo it one by one. While his other hand ran tenderly over her cheek, wiping away her tears and soothing her. She flinched as he undid the first button from her top, making his intention clearer with each subsequent one. ,,N-Not," she whispered, too afraid to raise her voice and looked at him pleadingly. ,,That's what I wanted to see," he murmured as he showed her his thoughts. His hand moved from her cheek to her lips. Gently stroking it, he wanted to kiss her.

°,,I'll take care of you, I'll be the only man you need... you just have to stay with me, understand?" he asked, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face and she looked like a frightened deer that didn't know what to do in the face of the wolf. He ran his knives up her body and pressed the flat side lightly on her breasts. She flinched fearfully and he said, ,,I can give you so much more behave sweetheart and then I won't have to show you the other room downstairs" and pressed the knife slightly harder on her skin seeing how she tensed up and was afraid he would kill her.

°She seemed to want to say something but he left her no choice and kissed her, finally feeling her lips on his. His hand gripped her tighter, pulling her against him, he felt her not return the kiss but it didn't matter. He would force his love on her otherwise one day his girl would understand that he only wanted the best for her. ,,Isn't it so much better? So much better than the other whores?" he murmured and put his hand on her cheek, the knife still pressed against her body. Saw something change in her, her gaze lingering on the door for a moment and looking back at him.

°She looked at him, frightened and slightly trembling, before she lost her cheek against his hand and lowered her gaze. ,,That's my good girl," he praised, placing a finger under her chin and making her look at him. He saw that she was giving up, he saw that she knew she couldn't fight him and that it wasn't a naive decision. He took the knife away and she was visibly relieved that he wasn't going to kill her immediately. ,,Believe me, when you wake up everything will be better," he said after he had detached himself from her, saw her confusion and before she could rush to the door he had grabbed her head and smashed it against the wall.

°She was so delicate that she lost consciousness and sank into his arms. He picked her up in his arms and looked at her for a moment. He carried her into her room and laid her on the big bed. ,,It's much better this way, isn't it?" he asked her, knowing full well that she wouldn't answer. He sat her down and let his hand wander over her body, he could have used her to take advantage of her condition. But what kind of husband would he be in the end, she had no choice anyway. He gave her another kiss and broke away from her, going to his car and bringing the box with him. He could hardly wait to see her like this, it would be pure beauty. She was finally his.

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@librababe99 , @klarise , @c0stass , @alizzy18 , @slut4hoffman , @magmabayvi , @thewolveswithin , @faultlessheart , @megustadilf , @xmissghoulx , @roman-hoffman , @costashoffman , @mysunfishpeedinmyroom

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0oolookitsme · 1 year

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A Messy Day

Type- One-Shot

Verse- Singer!Harry xCeo!Y/n

Word Count- 2.5k

Warnings- I literally never write angst and I guess it might be showing in this fic lmao.

A/N- I just hope you don't absolutely hate this, I just don't have any idea what couples would fight about, what would be a big or small deal for them! I already beg your pardon hahah <3

She doesn't know what she did that made him feel like that. She just cares for him and is in love with him- is that where she went wrong? Because if yes, then this might be the only mistake which will have wounded her so badly that she won't even speak to another human ever again.

She was just helping him calm down before the show, telling him all the positive things that could happen while he was on the stage as he was brushing his teeth. She was just coming onto the point of making memories when he just spat out the toothpaste, rinsed his mouth and went away humming back at her in a dismissive response.

She was left dumbfounded sitting on the bathroom counter, but she brushed it off thinking maybe he was just feeling better now. It hit her in the heart when she saw him rambling to Mitch instead and as much as she tried to cover up her disappointment by thinking that he maybe wanted some relatability, she couldn't help but leave the space immediately to just forget this ever happened.

And she had. Sitting on a wooden chair, she chatted away with the cooking crew to selfishly keep her mind away from the way Harry had stirred-up shit in the over-thinking part of her brain. But she was also curious to know about how it felt to cook at somewhere which isn't the most usual space for cooking and chef-ing around.

She had even befriended the female chef; Charlotte was her name. Charlotte had told her about her nickname often being 'chocolate' to sweeten y/n's mood. Maybe she had just sensed that something was off ...women things? Y/n has no idea.

"Is my soup ready?" Harry's head peeked inside the kitchen area and every head turned towards him except for y/n's as she truly cannot afford tearing up in front of so many people.

One of them chimed in to tell him that it isn't yet but should be in around five more minutes. "Can you bring it to my room, love?" He asked and there's no doubt he's talking to his girlfriend.

"Sure," she mumbles quietly, her back still turned to him. Hearing him pad away without much care about her strange behaviour towards him, she looked up again while inhaling deeply, trying to keep her emotions in control when all she wanted to do was lock herself up in a bathroom and cry.

Only Harry had this much control over her feelings, only him. No one could make her want to just cry this much but Harry, she realized today. No one could pull as many emotions out of her as he could- she knew that since before though. But all she can think of right now is them separating- him leaving her all alone to be specific, and regrets of opening up to him and letting her walls down for him start to fill in.

"You wanna try this and tell me how it tastes? I'm sure you have a pretty good taste," Charlotte pats her shoulders, causing her to blink out of the void.

"Of course," she perks up at the sound of food, getting off the chair. Somewhere inside, she's a lot grateful for Char, so she brushes her hand on her back, trying to let her know without having to say it out loud.

Turning to face y/n, Char hands her a small tea plate while mumbling 'here'. The loose liquid is moving around with ease in the circular utensil, so y/n can tell that it's the soup and not the curry to a dinner they'll be packing for the crew.

She carefully slurps on it and the hot feeling of it against the back of her throat makes her rolls her eyes at the back of head. It brings her comfort. "Fuck, this shit is so very good," she opens her eyes to look at a grinning Charlotte. "You were on the Vogue Magazine labeled as the best chef for a reason, eh?" She compliments the blushing chef.

Just as Char mutters a small 'thank you' Y/n realizes that she might be giving out wrong indications, especially with how close she's standing to her. "Sorry," she clears her throat while backing away a few steps while waiting for Char to pour the soup in a bowl so that she can take it to- oh hell no.

She'll do anything to avoid him right now but seeing everyone busy in something, she has to somehow work up the courage to face him.

Charlotte hums for y/n to take ahold of the bowl and she takes it graciously to feel the heat of the utensil in her palms for a mere while. With the spoon already dipped inside, she moves towards the exit with caution as to not move with too much movement or some soup might end up on floor- and she really doesn't want to increase someone's work in this already hectic schedule.

Taking a turn towards the room of the one and only, she knocks lightly before opening the door and placing her first step inside through the small gap between the door and its frame. Instantly the door is hardly pushed back to close it and she feels the muscles of her foot squish so hard that a hissed-yell escapes her mouth.

Just as she curses though, the person inside opens the door with a frown on their face. "Couldn't you have waited for me to open the door or at least told me that it's you? I'm literally in my briefs!" He whisper yells at her and a sheen layer of salty water spreads across her sight, making everything look blurry.

Usually, they both would've laughed at their silliness but not right now- not when some shit has already been churned up. They can't even make themselves fake smile at each other.

"Fuckin' shit Harry, no! You tell me to bring you your damn soup and expect a ghost to bring it to you?" She lightly yells at him, letting him take ahold of the bowl now. Just as he turns around to place his bowl on the vanity with a strange face, she runs away. She runs to save herself the dignity she's got and slams the bathroom door once she's in there.

Maybe they could've talked through their fight as he'd slurp on his soup and y/n would chew on some cashews, but there's no way she's going back so instantly now.

He's only been making her feel ashamed of herself since the fucking morning today and she can't bring herself to be vulnerable in front of him anymore for the day- hopefully. Why is she getting so fucking sensitive ever since he has entered her life, she has no idea and it's driving her insane. Maybe it's just her periods approaching but she can't help but accept that it's her Harry, her boyfriend, love of her life and fucking best friend who's made her feel like shit all day.

She looks up, facing the ceiling so that her tears don't slip out.

It all started this morning when she was just feeling generous with affections and maybe he was feeling like an adult, not liking her 'child-like' behaviour. Yep, he had asked her "You're acting so childish today, everything Okay?" when all she wanted to do was make a fountain on the top of his head.

She had laughed it off in the moment, but she just gets it now.

Breathing in and out while her tears get soaked back in, she thinks about every fun memory she can and passes herself a sweet smile in the mirror, waiting till her nose returns back to its normal and she suddenly starts looking pretty.

She opens the door and moves towards his room again, the pain in her foot having been thought away as she knocks and waits for him to open the door.

When Harry does open the door wide enough for her to enter, she slides in quickly, skidding on her socks quickly towards the sofa and picks up her backpack.

"Where are you going?" He asks her in a not-so-sweet-tone when he notices her slipping out of the room quietly and exhales in annoyance when she doesn't reply. All he wants is a quiet-cuddle session with his girlfriend, but she just can't stop talking and acting like a child. He's been waiting all day for her to realize that he's feeling down and needy and wants her warmth. Key word: realize; for her to realize without him having told her anything, not even a damn hint.

He's an adult, he should just spit it out and set things straight in front of her, tell her what he wants but no- he feels like a child who just wants to feel understood, so when she tries to provide him some good company by simply providing him with her love, he decides that she's the one acting childish.

He has no idea why he wants to feel understood; he clearly is by the people who he loves. And that's when he realizes, he is just playing around by not telling what he wants and is getting grumpier when the person he wants doesn't read his mind.

He guesses he's the one on the bad side right now, but that doesn't make him go and run for y/n because he's in his egotistic maniac mindset right now.

So, because his girlfriend ignoring him stroke his ego really bad, he sits down on the couch and finishes the rest of the soup which seems to have gotten absolutely cold by now. But that doesn't mean it isn't affecting the weird sensation on his tongue, which had gotten burnt during the early slurps of the soup.

He starts mumbling incoherent things randomly, shit-talking about everyone else to make himself better.

When y/n's head bobs in through the door again, he's ready to not react to her dismissing him but when she silently picks up her laptop's charger and moves to exit the room again, he bursts.

"Can you not give me the silent-treatment? Maybe just act like the grownup you are and tell me what's wrong?" He picks on her, setting out the words clearly pointing towards him to refer to her. And boy does he shrink on the inside when she scoffs.

But his words continuously fall deaf on Y/n's ears, as they are flooded by the sound of her own heartbeat racing and blood pumping through her arteries while she vigorously scratches that part of her brain internally which is playing the words that spilled from his mouth accidently on repeat; to get them erased from where they seem to have also imprinted themselves.

"Just shut up, y/n!" He had shouted at her when she was in the midst of telling him about a joke on their way here- and it honestly didn't affect her as much as the words he muttered under his breath while turning away from her to face the window instead did. "Don't even know why I brought y' with me. All you've been doing is treat me like a damn child and act childish yourself."

Trust her, she was trying to keep her mind off these moments but this one just won't leave her alone.

"Harry, do you realize who the fuck is being a child right now? It's you! Cause if you really were acting like an adult, you wouldn't need me to tell you what the fuck's wrong."

But it's all a game of better comebacks now, and y/n is not going to back down.

"All you have done today is make my day shit when all I did was try to make yours better. You made me feel fucking ashamed of myself, H." She gritted out the last part, tears brimming up to her waterline again as she tries to blink them away but fails. And she can see the alarm on his face, in his eyes but she cannot give two fucks right now. Perhaps, he realized that he was being a bitch?

"Love- I... I'm so sorry." He gets up, hurrying towards y/n to enclose his arms around her and when she doesn't push him away but continues to tell him about everything he told her that hurt her, he feels a knife twisting in through his stomach. He's just disgusted by himself that he made her cry. The woman he swore to keep happy- he made her cry.

When he hugs her, y/n can't help but feel like this fight is slipping out of her fist and being pushed under the carpet because she just started crying. But maybe this actually isn't as much of a big deal she's making it out to be.

"I know I disrespected you, and I'm sorry. It's my fault. I'm the one who didn't communicate properly and expected you to read my mind," he shushes her, rubbing her back as she wipes her tears away.

At least he set the things out for her to learn what's wrong after seeing her cry, so that's a win. But she shouldn't have to cry to get him to fucking set things out.

She chuckles dryly at this. "You seriously made me think that you were gonna leave me simply because you didn't feel comfortable enough to communicate with me... Also, is that supposed to make me feel better? Because it is clearly not." She says, pressing her forearms on his chest to push him away.

"Lovie- don't be so hard on me, I'm sorry! I didn't realize what I was doing and-and why would you think I'm gonna leave you? Baby that's never happening, you're seriously stuck with me now 'cause my clingy ass ain't gonna leave you, nah." He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

Her eyes light up slightly at the affirmation but her face is still looking like a carved stone right now. A smile tugs at the corner of her lips but she settles it down by rolling her lips in. "I'm not going to forgive you so easily, H. I won't make a big deal out of this. You were feeling needy and felt that it'd be childish of you to just ask for what you wanted," she stopped to catch her breath. "I may have over-thought it all a little, but it still doesn't dismiss the feeling of me hurt. So, let's get it straight," she stops again to create some suspense as she makes a mischievous eye contact with him.

"First: I'm not scratching your scalp for a week. Second: No kisses till the next show is over. Third, dare you ask me to tell you jokes and lastly, I am not humming songs to you till you sleep because I'm a kid and well, it's adults who sing kids to sleep."

"You did not just make that third rule and say that!"

She giggles as she parts to move out of the room. "Could say the same for every time you opened your mouth in front of me today, Styles."

Going over all the rules in his head, Harry just knows that he indeed truly messed up today.

#harry styles #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles one shot #harry styles fan fiction #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #boyfriend!harry #harry styles concept

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alexbkrieger13 · 1 month

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Women’s Champions League: where the semi-finals will be won and lost

This weekend brings the first legs of the Women’s Champions League semi-finals and I am particularly intrigued to see how my old club Chelsea approach their tie against Barcelona. This is the third encounter between the clubs in the space of four seasons and it will be interesting to see what Chelsea’s coaching staff have learned from those previous games – the 2021 final and 2023 semi-final, which both ended in defeat.

To draw on my recollections of playing in those matches, in 2021 we went into the final with a high press and the attitude that ‘we’re going to do our thing’. But we all know how that worked out – within 20 minutes we’d conceded three times and by half-time it was 4-0, which is how that final finished.

Last year, as a consequence, we took a more cautious approach. We changed to a back three and tried to minimise their chances on goal and I think we did it quite well though, in the process, we sacrificed our own attacking game to a degree. In our 1-0 first-leg loss at home, we had an xG of only 0.35. Hopefully, this time Chelsea can find the perfect blend and play their own game while also constricting Barcelona.

Of course, it won’t be easy as Barcelona – like the Spain national team – are going like a train right now. In my first column in February, I spoke about playing against Spain with Sweden and the challenge of stopping their play in the half-spaces between the centre-back and full-back, which they are so good at exploiting through Aitana Bonmatí. This time I’d like to single out another player – namely, the Barcelona right winger Caroline Graham Hansen, who is having an incredible season. She scored in both legs against Chelsea last season and has been even better this year with 17 goals and 16 assists in the Liga F. With Barcelona functioning so well as a team centrally, they can get the ball to her in the wide spaces and give her the one v one situations in which she flourishes. Therefore, Chelsea must keep a player tight to her and also to try to stop the supply line of passes out wide.

As for my old team, just like for last season’s semi-final, they look certain to be without Millie Bright, who has only just returned to training after her knee injury. She will be missed, as will Sam Kerr, the leader of the front line. Yet if you’re looking for positives, one potential upside is that it might not be easy for Barcelona to analyse Chelsea. They have used a lot of players this season with different combinations in the back line and midfield and this unpredictability could be an asset. A case in point is Lauren James, who could play as centre-forward, the No 10 or in the wide areas. Lauren has been injury-free this season and has played at a consistently high level and it’s not easy for opponents to set up to stop her as she can float around and perform in different areas.

Another possible positive for Chelsea is that Barcelona are without their injured centre-back Mapi León. She was very good against us last year, both in stopping attacks and building the play. We had a plan to exploit their high line and get Sam in behind her and Irene Paredes, the other centre-back. However, the pair of them read it well and dropped back to deny Sam the space.

When you look at Barcelona’s unbeaten run in their domestic competitions, it contrasts with Chelsea’s recent domestic form with their defeats in the League Cup final and FA Cup semi-final. I’d argue that, playing in England, Chelsea face bigger tests more often yet Barcelona, to their credit, never seem to let their standards drop and whenever a big test comes around, they show up. If I have to make a prediction, therefore, my head tells me Barcelona are the best club side in the world right now and so will edge it. Of course, my heart is hoping for Chelsea and although they’ve have had those recent setbacks, a huge characteristic of their success under Emma Hayes has been their ability to bounce back from disappointments and produce a performance when it matters most.

As for the other, all-French, semi-final between Lyon and Paris Saint-Germain, I would have made Lyon clear favourites a few months ago but not any longer. I actually scored Bayern’s winner at PSG in the group stage in November but I have been impressed by how they have gelled as a team since then. Watching their quarter-final against Häcken, I saw a settled, solid side who have found a way to really capitalise on the speed of winger Tabitha Chawinga.

Before our two games against them with Bayern, we looked at their threat on the left side with both Chawinga and full-back Sakina Karchaoui, who gets over a lot of crosses. What I like about Chawinga is that she’s a forward who, with her individual quality, speed and strength, can make something out of nothing. At Bayern we experienced that in our 2-2 draw with PSG in Munich in December when with her speed, she intercepted a backpass which our goalkeeper had looked the favourite to reach.

She also scored when PSG drew 1-1 in Lyon in their most recent league meeting in February and with Marie-Antoinette Katoto alongside her, it’s clear PSG have a strong attacking threat. At the same time, though, I consider Lyon a more complete team. It’s true they’ve not yet faced a serious test in the competition but they have more than 11 world-class players. And I can speak from recent personal experience as my Sweden team lost 1-0 last week to a France side including several of Lyon’s best players. At centre-back Wendie Renard was really solid against us and underlined her set-piece threat once again by scoring the winning goal. Alongside her, Griedge Mbock now looks back to her best after injury.

Up front, meanwhile, I faced Kadidiatou Diani, who is the Champions League’s leading scorer with seven goals. Seeing her up close, I could sense she was in good shape. When you play an attacker who’s in form, things just seem to happen for them and I recall one incident in particular where, without producing a fantastic dribble, she was still able to get the ball away from several of our players. She is another player who can create something out of nothing and could have a key role, especially with Eugénie Le Sommer missing after suffering a knee injury in that same game against Sweden.

Like Chelsea and Barcelona, Lyon are unbeaten in this Champions League campaign, they tend to get the better of PSG in their domestic competition and I expect they’ll do so again over these two legs. That said, I really do think any of these four semi-finalists have the quality to go on and win the trophy. Whereas the quarter-final ties each had a clear favourite, this time anything could happen. I hope as many people as possible tune in as we could be in for a treat with two dramatic ties full of twists and turns.

#love this analysis from magda #magdalena eriksson #swewnt #woso #fc bayern frauen #fcb frauen

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anxious-witch · 5 months

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What a year, huh? We all know I have to be emotional on tumblr.com whenever the opportunity arises because that's one way I allow myself to have an emotional catharsis (for legal reasons this a joke)

In all seriousness though, this year has been a lot for me. Both in a good and bad sense, but Käärijä and Joker Out improved it significantly. And more importantly, their fandoms. (More inder the cut bc this is long af)

I have never really been someone who knows anything about the artists' whose music I listened to. Before this, I don't think I ever listened to a full album of someone, just random songs that I liked. Finding stuff from personal life of bands/musicians I liked usually made me depressed so I didn't bother.

Then, ESC 2023. happened. I frankly have no idea what flipped the switch in my head. Bojere interactions? The way people on tumblr were so welcoming even back when I was mostly posting about Let 3 and Käärijä only? I don't know, I only know that we are here now, regardless.

Another thing about me is that I used to be very pessimistic person. Likez genuinely. I have been "unofficially"(long story) diagnosed with depression and anxiety since I was 11, which is over a decade now. I always had a lot of bad experiences with people and really awful trust issues. I have been doing better for some time now, but it is very hard to let go of the feeling of pessimism and helplessness. In a world where awful things happen every second, what can I possibly do that would change anything?

Then ESC happened. Käärijä lost and I thought "another injustice that will never be corrected". Except, instead of feeling defeated, everyone just loved him more. In those weeks after and later on months, all I have seen had been unrelenting love and acceptance of Jere. Reminding him that despite not winning Eurovision, he is our winner and we'll forever think of him as such. Jere who has a wonderfully belly and strong thighs and is short and by no means is he conventional in any sense. And people loved him not despite all that but because all that. Because we all found ways to relate to him, or to what he went through.

His story of almost dying and still getting where he did only served to highlight that more. Because of he did it, why can't we get to what we want? Why can't I? It shifted my whole perspective.

Then, Joker Out. It is so, so funny to me how I barely paid any attention to them during ESC, except for bojere interactions and was dragged in it by the shared fandom, when now I post most about them.

But yes, JO. A band from Slovenia that while tehnically isn't Balkan, felt so close to me. Like they could understand all the things I kept to myself because of where I was. And then they showed me there is still hope.

I have never seen a band from around here take a pride flag on the stage. Never. I know it's a thing, especially abroad, but God I have never seen that happen here. And with how much love they always took it! That's...wow. It gave me hope that not only is it possible for injustices to be corrected, but that ot's possible to do it even in the environment I'm in.

And then...the Virtual Letters Project happened. Or well positive confessions that @spockowhales turned into Virtual Letters Project.

That's when I knew it's truly possible. I have seen tumblr posts, yes. But getting stuff so directly addressed about or to JO made me realize how much of a "wave" they all created. So many people said they helped them with their depression, with viewing their world differentky with meeting new peoplez with daring to do something new.

I have no words to describe how much that meant to me and I really hope that when they read those letters, they understood the impact they had.

But even that aside, I want to thank everyone in this fandom. People I have talked to, people I have interacted with it any way, through replies, reblogs, likes, anon asks. I appreciate every single one of you for helping create such a wonderful space. We had our ups and downs in the fandom, but we are all here because we love these fandoms, these people so much to keep talking about it even months after.

Thank you and I wish everyone here a wonderful New Year with even more laugh, love and positivity ❤️ have a good one

#rio rambles #käärijä #joker out #man this is so long but I couldn't stop myself #rio writes a love letter to jere JO and the fandom in general I guess lmao

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orchid-mantis-petals · 4 months

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WHEN HOME BEOMES YOU CHAPTER 10

/ Hello!! Hi!! As promised here is chapter 10. A few notes before we begin!! Next week is my official work change. Barring any health problems or life problems Saturday Night, around 8-10 MST will be the drop day from now on.

/ I will do my best to drop a note to tell you all what is happening. Anyway I will stop rattling on now.

/ My usual thanks go to @maximumkillshot and @taeminsung for all your help and ideas for this chapter.

/ Genre: Angst, FLUFF, crack, comfort

/ Warnings: talks of past, PTSD, talk of panic attack, past chapter incident, swearing, throwing snow??, Throwing shade (Seungmin, and reader) oh yeah and swearing

/ Summary:

It was nice to have time at the main JYP building before your work schedule began. When Lee Know parked the car you were quick to bid them farewell. After the near 30 minutes you’d spent in that detective's office then to admit some of it to Felix and Minho. You needed a breather, your gym session was overdue. But your bag was at home in your apartment. So you didn’t really have a change of clothes. It was there you found yourself with a coffee in hand at the top of the company building as you looked over the city. From your apartment you mostly saw the mornings, the evenings this city had. It felt strange to have time to witness it in the midday. You shivered as a cool breeze licked your neck, winter was only a few weeks away. But her approach was fast. Felix and Hyunjin had rattled on about the snow and how pretty it looked over Korea. In their excitement you found yourself giddy to see it with them this year. You sipped at your coffee as your solitude gained company. You knew who it was before they stood beside you, trauma is funny like that. Just the cadence of someone’s steps is recognizable to the person. “Hello Chan,” there was a chuckle before his frame took residence beside you. “Who blabbed??”

“Felix, he was just worried about you. We all are,” you sighed as you finally turned to look at him. It was true, the face he wore was one you’d call worry. Eyes wide, eyebrows quirked in different positions his body leaned toward you as his entire attention now belonged to this conversation. And ideally, toward you.

“I’m okay Chan, it’s just. It’s a lot to process. Years of my life packed away in a box. I’ve protected that box for a long while. To finally hand it, and essentially my life over to another person. It’s a lot to handle,” Chan nodded. You knew he understood in his own way what you had gone through. Maybe not in the same light but he did understand. “I talked a little bit about my sister today. It’s been a very long time since I’ve have,”

“Do you want to talk about her more??”

“Yeah..yeah..Chan you would have loved her. She was this beautiful bright woman. She always chased her dreams and strived to make this world a better place. I loved to watch her work. In a way Chan you’re a lot like her,” he only listened, to which you appreciated when you were done talking he scooped you into a side hug. It was nice to lean into someone as you let go once more. The rest of the day went just as easy, the boys kept close. Felix had said something to them, what you didn’t know. But every chance they were given your usual trio was stuck to your side like glue. Changbin not far off as he watched your every reaction. It was nice. When you finally made it home and plopped into bed you were exhausted. Before you fell asleep you checked schedules for the next day. It was good to see that the boys were provided a free day to just relax. You, yourself, had the day off effectively before schedules ramped up. Your last task for the night before you forgot was to send a text to Himora so he had a way to contact you regarding your case. He was quick to respond, his statement that he would have further info for you in the next coming days.

**** **** **** ****

“Come on Seungmin we have the day off, why couldn’t you do this alone??”

“From what I remember Innah you asked me to teach you baseball, how I teach you is not really up for debate,” Seungmin stood in the doorway of the dorm as he waited for the youngest member to get his shoes on so they could go out. It was clear I.N. had regretted asking the slightly older male to teach him how to properly play baseball. Sure, they could have slept in a few hours longer before they ventured out. But Seungmin didn’t want to spend all day at the batting cage. A few hours in the morning with lunch to end the activity was the best he could manage. There were things in his own personal time he wanted to take care of. So he dragged the youngest team member from his bed at Seven am to go out and get it done.

“If I had known you’d drag me out of bed this early I would have told you nevermind,”

“You learn better in the morning, Innie,” Seungmin tossed him a water bottle and bag before he walked out the front door to the cars. The younger just behind him on his heels. Lee Know was kind enough to loan his car for the day, with the ask that they didn’t trash it. Seungmin agreed to not eat in the vehicle to keep the trash down. His regular batting cage place was always open this early, if they happen to not be they always made an exception for Seungmin, a regular and favorite of theirs. He suspected it was due to the fact that he tipped well to keep his identity secret. When they arrived he practically dragged I.N. into the building for the younger had fallen asleep in the car on the way. They bypassed equipment rental, Seungmin had enough for both of them to use. Once set up in their spot he gave I.N. the instructions on what to do. He watched as the younger worked hard to get it right. It took some time, but in an hour Seungmin saw progress in the younger man. “See now, was that so hard??”

“Whatever Seungmin,” the older shook his head as he went to switch up the settings on the ball machine. In the hour they had been there had been no one else in the space. It was nice, Seungmin liked the silence of it. But he knew it wouldn’t last forever. Not long after he switched the settings the door opened up as another person came in to bat just a few cages down. As the person passed by Seungmin was quick to recognise it was you who had entered the building. He strangely had come to know you by the sound of your walk, how you look as you pass by or walk in front of him. Psychologists often say it can be a sign of trauma, or a response to trauma in your life. What trauma Seungmin didn’t know. More often than not he was just an observer, one to take in all the details from a distance and keep them to himself. Or used as prime blackmail against his favorite people. He would call it his love language, others say its torture. Either way, he observed. His attention was now divided between I.N. and you, one cage away from them. He watched as you stretched and set up. Then he’d turn to Innah and instruct him on what to do next.

It was after another hour that he decided he’d had enough. He could tell from how you stood, your weight distribution, stance, even your bat hold. All of it was near perfect, yet every time the ball was ejected from the machine you missed. “Seungmin??”

“Mm hold on Innie,” he stepped out of their cage and made moves toward you. “Pack up we’re going,” he turned off the machine before he walked over toward your cage. He knew you were aware of their presence. So when he stepped up to your area and cut the power to your machine you just sagged the bat dropped to your side. Felix had told them all to be kind to you. Not that he had plans to hurt you. But whatever the sun wants he gets. There was mention you had injured your hands in a panic attack. Seungmin knew there was more to the story. That Felix had said something beyond the panic attack to the three oldest of their group but he didn’t pry. It wasn’t his place. “Let me see your hands,” he didn’t ask, maybe his approach was harsh but he didn’t care. There was a thought to ask you, to rearrange his phrase so he was gentler with you. But it was hard when he knew you were hurt, to Seungmin that was enough. He just wanted to help in his own strange way.

“What??” Your voice was so quiet it tugged at Seungmin’s heart. He felt his guts twist up a little at the sound.

“Hands,” he took your hands into his, he was so careful as he pulled your gloves off. He watched your every flinch and twitch. Once the gloves were off he sighed. The bandages over your hands were splotchy and red from your cuts. “Alright, let’s go get lunch I’ll bandage you up in the car,” he took you by the wrist and dragged you with your belongings where he and I.N. had been. The younger boy was quick to take your wrist from him to allow Seungmin the chance to grab the last of their things and pay. “Take her to the car,” he told the maknae as he went to pay for both your and their time at the cage. The big tip included at the end. He thanked the staff with a small bow before he wandered outside to find you and I.N. at the car. Without a word he threw open the trunk and piled all of the bags into the back while he searched for the first aid kit he knew Lee Know kept in there. Once it was found he waved you over. His brain was so set on helping you he hadn’t realized how you felt as he caged you against the trunk of the suv before he literally lifted you by the hips to sit in the open back of the car. Seungmin was on autopilot as he removed your old bandages. He inspected the cuts to be sure none were infected before he recleaned and bandaged them up.

“Jeez Minnie, I see you’ve been hitting the gym with Binnie,” his cheeks flamed red at Innie’s words and the realization at what he’d just done.

“Sorry,” he grumbled as he backed off of you. He was sure his ears were bright red as he helped you down from the car. “I didn’t..”

“It’s okay Minnie,” your voice was so light as you teased. “You were only trying to help. Bin will be happy to know his hard work is paying off,” he scoffed and playfully shoved you to I.N. before he cleaned up the mess and closed the car.

“Alright you weirdos let’s get lunch,” the three of you piled into the car with one thought in mind, food. To fill your empty stomachs with something delicious and maybe a little greasy. It would fit the theme for the day. Seungmin didn’t let either of you choose where you’d eat, just that you would have something to eat. He dragged you both to a small local Ramen spot that had a variety of egg topping choices and his favorite fruit salad bar. “Driver picks the meal,” he stated as though you or Innah would protest his choice. Neither of you did, in fact the meal was the perfect amount of filling and greasy that he desired.

“We should go do karaoke,” Innie suggested between mouthfuls of food. “I want to hear Y/N sing for once,”

“I promise, you don’t,” you laughed, it was a sound Seungmin strangely loved. He’s heard it often over the month and a half he’d come to be in your presence. It was so loud and unique to you. When he heard it he couldn’t help but laugh along with you.

“I’m sold. Karaoke after lunch,” he decided, sure you could decline, take a cab home but there was a smile on your face that proved to say otherwise.

“Don’t cry for your poor choices Kim Seungmin,”

“I never cry over a choice I make,” he challenged as he paid the bill for lunch earning a scowl from you as you lifted your wallet for him to see. “What?? I’m just faster,”

“We’ll have to see about that,” you laughed as the waiter took his card. Seungmin fell silent as you chatted with I.N. again he just pondered and observed, he’d noticed over the last couple weeks you’d seemed so tired and run down. Yesterday at the photo shoot you had been so quiet, outside your usual chit chat with Felix or Hyunjin. When he watched them come close to you he noticed you actually for once clung to them. You had even sought the attention of Lee Know at one point. It was different to see you act in such a way. He didn’t dwell on it too much, not when he saw the light had begun to come back to your eyes since he had taken you away from the batting cages. He hoped karaoke would also make you smile and laugh for him. When lunch was finished the three of you drove to a karaoke place just down the street from your apartment. Ever the practical person Seungmin had chose this place on purpose. Especially when he learned you walked to the batting place. He was happy to have been the chauffeur for the day’s activities if it made you and Innah smile for him. He thought back to when he spoke to Felix, how honest he was with the Australian in how he felt about you. But the moment you let him take care of you, the moment he was hooked. Like the rest he wanted to know your darkest secrets. Why had you hid so much from them?? But he wouldn’t pry, no never. Not when he could see behind your strong facade, he could see the growing cracks in the mold of your well built walls. He feared that when the break occurred you’d be lost forever. Seungmin would try his best to keep that from happening to the best of his ability. When he parked the car you were the first out of it and into the building, he raised his brows quizzically at I.N. as they followed you in. “Ha!! Beat you to it!!” You cackled as you handed your card over to the desk clerk. Oh..how silly of him..he should have known you’d play this game to win.

“Had no idea you were so competitive. Game on Y/N,” he laughed as the clerk handed you a key card with a room number to your karaoke room. He followed at the back, I.N. just in front of him and you at the helm.

“Me?? Competitive?? Never??” There it was again, the butterflies in his tummy. He wanted to make you laugh forever.

**** **** **** ****

I.N. had come to adore you in their lives from day one. He was right there, right behind Han at that airport. One they’d frequented quite often when they traveled. Situations like that with fans were normal, sadly. It was a risk that came with the career. He knew that, yet each time something like that happened Innah could feel his body revolt. Felix and Han both told him that experience was anxiety. While sure his was only temporary to certain situations he could only imagine what it was like to experience that on the daily. His heart felt as though it had dropped out of his chest and dragged behind him for miles. It was only when your kind face came to check on him did he calm. You had made sure he wasn’t injured, that the woman who had tried to grab him never did. From that day on he trusted you with his whole heart. He’d later come to learn more about you and your life in America. They weren’t secrets persay, but it was so cool to talk to you without your trio at your side.

It had been the night before the flight back from Japan. He couldn’t sleep, nor could you, it seemed, as he found you on the rooftop balcony of the hotel two hours after all of you returned from the after party. When he settled beside you on the bench the two of you didn’t say a word for a long while. It was you who had broken the silence first.

“Can’t sleep??” He shook his head as he tipped it back to the sky. There weren't many stars he could see here in the city but the few he did always captured his attention. “Airport??” This time he nodded, his eyes moved to meet yours as you watched him quietly.

“I’m afraid. Last time was scary,” you nodded in understanding as you moved to settle his head on your shoulder.

“I understand but I promise it won’t happen this time. I can’t promise every time. But I can promise this time. I can walk you through the plan if that helps??” He nodded again, his head still gently nestled against your shoulder. “I have switched your flight to early morning so the crowds are smaller. I called the JYP PR team to have the old flight information released. Like last time I will have extra support from the airport staff to protect you. And I have switched you and Han to be closer to me,” it was simple. You threw everything into logic for him. All his worries ebbed away at that moment and he fell asleep against you. When he woke up the next morning he wasn’t sure how he ended up in his hotel bed but he didn’t question it. He was ready for whatever the day brought. That conversation had made him realize you were more than just a person he could trust. You were a friend. And maybe one day part of his small family. On the plane ride back to Korea you had sat with him and talked him through the plan for the airport back home. He felt so at ease around you. It reminded him of the times his mother would give him a lemon drop candy. The sour flavors always shocked his brain but the sweetness soothed it minutes after. His mother loved to give it to him when he ran around or rattled on about nonsense.. In a way you had replaced that candy with your own self. You had become his Lemon Drop, that soothed his anxious soul.

“Lemondrop..sing a duet with me??” This was the first time he'd called you that aloud. The others had nicknames for you so he figured why not give you one of his own?? Plus it was cute to see your cheeks flush pink at the name. He handed the machine to you. To pick a song to sing with him. He watched as you hesitated a moment before you picked a Song by Twice. It was so cute to watch you hold the microphone far away from your face barely singing the words to the song that you picked. He didn’t judge. In fact to ease your anxiety he sang loud and with a funny voice. You joined him in the silly antics as the song came to an end. You both laughed at the crappy score the machine gave you.

“My turn,” Seungmin stated as I.N. handed over the iPad to him to pick a song. It went on like that for a while. All of you picked songs back and forth for nearly an hour before I.N. had an idea.

“Minnie!! You should do a battle with Lemondrop,”

“I don’t see how that’s fair Innie..” you complained but reached the iPad to select a song either way. He laughed as Seungmin also selected a song to battle against you with. Second pick went first so both of you sat back to watch Seungmin sing. It never mattered if it was in a performance, the studio, or even karaoke Seungmin sang with his whole heart. He gave everything to the craft that he loved. I.N. adored him for that, he knew the rest of the members did too. It was because of him they all worked hard to be better. To do their best. The sparkle in your eyes gave away to Innah that his magic worked on you too. When it was your turn to sing unlike earlier this time you gave it your all. The song you picked was one of their own.

The opening notes to Cover Me blared over the speaker. He was shocked to say the least. You’d been so quiet when you sang earlier and Cover Me wasn’t an easy song of theirs. Yet as the lyrics displayed on the screen he saw your eyes were closed as you sang along to the music. His heart nearly stopped when you hit every note perfectly. It almost reminded him of the day Chan had Seungmin in the studio for his part. How he did his line in one perfect take. If you had any flaws in the way you sang their song he couldn’t tell. Silently he pulled out his phone from his pocket and hit record. He wanted to immortalize this moment forever if he could. When it came to Seungmin’s part he watched as your body relaxed to draw in enough energy to sing the note. And just like Seungmin you got it in one perfect try. Innah saw from the corner of the room his older member was shocked, jaw literally slacked at your ability. And when the song ended it wasn’t a surprise to either of them that you had beat Seungmin.

“What happened to ‘I can’t sing’??” The older mocked your earlier words with a slight pout on his face.

“I-I’m just as surprised as you are,” you laughed as you set down the microphone on the table. The youngest in the room was about to pick another song when his phone began to ring. It was Lee Know. He was quick to answer.

“Hey Hyung what’s up??” He shrugged to you and Seungmin as he settled into the couch.

“I’m here with Bin. I’m driving you two home it’s snowing,” At first I.N. questioned how he knew where they were but then he remembered Minho always put tracking on his devices in order to keep them safe.

“Okay, we’ll meet you out front. Oh. We have Y/N with us,”

“I didn’t see her motorcycle, it's unsafe to drive that thing in the snow..”

“Ah..Hyung no,” he laughed at how protective he’d become over you all of a sudden. “She walked to the batting place and we happened to be at the same one so we dragged her along with us,”

“Oh, I see,” there was a quick silence on the other line before Lee Know spoke again. “Bin can take her home. I'll drive you two,” he heard his other Hyung squawk in the background before there was some light rustling. He was sure the two were messing with one another before the line fell silent as the older had hung up.

“That was Minho Hyung. He and Bin Hyung are here. It’s snowing so they want to take us home. Lee Know is taking you and I,” he pointed to Seungmin. “And Binnie will take you,” he said as he addressed you. It wasn’t long after that all of you packed up your belongings and headed out the front door. He watched silently as you bid farewell to the desk clerk and thanked him for the great service. Just outside the door the three of you could see the large heavy snowflakes that cascaded down from the sky.

“Innie!! Dance with me!!” He followed you out into the sloshy wet snow to dance. Your twirling caught the attention of his Hyungs who parked beside Lee Know’s car. They stepped out to watch you two play in the snow.

“Careful Innah!!” The oldest sighed as he walked over to the two of you. He stopped to grab his Hyung.

“Minho!! She out-sang Seungmin,”

“Oh?? Did she now,”

“He’s exaggerating Lee Know,”

“Am not!! I have it on video!!” Innie pulled out his phone and played the video for the rest of them to hear.

“I can safely say you certainly out-sung the main vocalist of our team. Careful Seungmin we may have a new team member,”

“She’s too pretty to be on our team,” Seungmin smirked as he bumped his shoulder with yours. All the while they saw you smile. It was wide, wider than they’d seen in days. I.N. knew they all felt the very same way. If they could, they’d do anything to see you smile like that forever. He bid you farewell with a hug as Seungmin put your stuff into Bin’s car. There was a moment he felt your arms tighten around his before you let go. Sneakily he kissed your cheek before he ducked into Lee Know’s car. A half made snowball smacked the window seconds after. But all he did was laugh and laugh. He heard you laugh from the other side of the door. Lee Know rolled the window down a fraction of an inch to call out to you as you got into Changbin’s car.

“Hey Athena, you missed,” the world around the five of you erupted into fits of laughter, even Seungmin joined. I.N. held onto his smile from the moment he got home, to the moment he fell asleep. All of it because of you. Your bright eyes and brilliant smile. It lit a spark in him. In them all.

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hugsandchaos · 10 months

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Never wrote a tickle fic before now, so it may not be very good. If you want to give any advice, let me know.

N was seated on a high support beam in a fetal position, letting his wings dangle on either side with his tail wrapped around it for safety measure. He was up in the much higher part of the spire, where they had to use a couple support beams to prevent the whole thing from falling apart. Luckily, it was more than capable of supporting his weight, so the rafters quickly became his safe space. Besides, N was the only one who could get up there.

Down below, the other two members of his squadron were play wrestling together. They did that a lot, and it was kinda fun watching to see who would win. It was usually J who won, but V certainly puts up a good fight. N didn’t really like the idea of joining in at first, but he eventually joined in and it was actually pretty fun! He didn’t use his wings much other than to give himself a little boost when dodging their attempts to tackle him since flying would put them at an unfair disadvantage, and it was only a game.

Speaking of flying, the sun was almost down, so he could go out and stretch his wings soon. Until then, N would lay down and focus on relaxing like his squad members advised him to during his first few weeks there.

Wait a minute.

N sat back up when a familiar sound processed through his audio receptors.

Were they... laughing??

N glanced down at them again and raised an eyebrow in confusion. J was holding V’s arms up above her head with her tail and poking at her sides and abdomen, which for some reason was making her laugh? N moved into a crouching position and opened his wings. He unwrapped his tail from the beam and leaned forward to glide down and investigate.

He folded his wings a bit so he’d fly down at an angle and landed on the side of the landing pod, which would’ve definitely caught the attention of J and V, but they were growing used to the sound. The first time really startled them since he moved so fast, but now they would just turn their heads, which J did as he hopped off the pod and onto the ground, folding and retracting his wings into the hatchets. V was too distracted by whatever J was doing to make her laugh the way she was to look at him. J used one hand to wave before resuming the weird poking.“Oh, hey, N! Wanna help me tickle V?” She asked.

“What’s tickling?” N asked, titling his head slightly in confusion.

(Slight POV change)

J immediately stopped, and V’s laughter soon went away. If V wasn’t also surprised by N’s question, she would’ve taken her chance to attack J back. Instead, she sat up and glanced at her boss with a mischievous smile, which she soon noticed and caught onto what she was suggesting.

Both of them stood up and looked back at their youngest squad member.“Come over here and we’ll show you.” V offered. N still seemed confused, but he nodded in agreement and began walking closer. He stepped over a few disembodied worker drone limbs, inwardly grimacing at them as he did, and failed to notice the growing evil in V’s eyes. Once he was close enough, V lunged forward and knocked him over.

She quickly moved to sit behind his head and pinned both his hands on the ground, wrapping her tail around them to make sure they were secure. J instantly jumped into action and began tickling his sides.

N’s reaction was exactly what the two were hoping for; Breaking out into laughter and trying to pull his hands down in order to shield himself.”Ahahahahaha! Wha hat’s thihihihis?!” He asked with another tug. He was strong, so V had to come up with something quick or he’d accidentally send her flying.”Ah-Ah! You’re not allowed to do that, it’s against the rules.” She lied. N stopped tugging so hard, but still tended up as if he wanted to a few times.

“Whahahat ruhules?!” He asked, trying his best to stop laughing and speak more clearly. V soon lifted one of her hands to join J and poke at his abdomen, which made him try lifting his legs to protect himself that way.”Nohohoho! Wahahait! Hahahahahaha!” J pushed his legs away and played along with V’s harmless lie.“Well, that’s pretty much the only one; Try not to escape, or things will get worse.” She briefly explained.

“Wohohohorse?!” N laughed. Neither bothered to elaborate, they were too busy testing different areas in order to map out the worst spots.

His sides got him giggling, which was good, but not exactly what they were looking for.

His belly was the same; enough to make him start laughing and want to protect himself, but again, not what they needed to find.

Under his arms got a better reaction, he almost broke the first rule.

His feet got absolutely nothing. J was confused at first, but then remembered that he has protected nerves down there to help with fast landings.

And his neck was a good place to tackle, but they were hoping to find a spot that sent him into hysterics.

In the middle of N’s attempts to not thrash around, V noticed his wing hatches when he would go to turn onto his side to protect himself, but then remember the first rule of their game. In a moment of curiosity, she moved her hand from under his arm and scratched around the hatch.

N squealed and suddenly shot up to get away, startling his squad mates and yanking his hands out of V’s grasp. Before he could stand up, J tackled him and knocked him back down, wrapping her tail around his wrists and pulling them forward to keep him down. After a few seconds, J moved a bit so V could get to the wing hatches that got the exact reaction they were looking for.

“We told you it’d get worse if you tried to escape.” J said. V proceeded to scratch just under his wing hatches while J did her best to keep him held down. Judging by the hysterical response from N, he was doing really well holding back from using too much strength to shake them off. His tail started wagging as he laughed, and his squad mates wondered if it wasn’t just the fact that they’re all playing together making it move so fast. Suddenly, his wings flew out of their hatches, but that didn’t stop V. In fact, it actually gave her the chance to see if the wings themselves were also sensitive. Spoiler alert; they definitely were.

“AAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” At this point, he was laughing so hard that J began to worry that he wouldn’t be able to form enough words to get them to stop when he’s had enough.“We have a safe word for when you’ve had enough. The safe word is “Comet”, so just say that when you want us to stop.” She instructed. N nodded and buried his face into the snow to try to hide the dimly glowing yellow lines on his face.

After only two more minutes, N finally gave up.”COHOHOHOMEHEHET!! COHOHOMET!” He said. They both stopped almost immediately and let him go. N just curled up into a ball and laid there to catch his breath. The two glanced at each other, hoping they didn’t overdo it.

When he finally stood up, he walked over to a nearby head and picked it up to drink the oil from it.“Did you have fun?” J asked jokingly. Once N drained the head of oil, he dropped it and stretched his wings as he moved anxiously towards the entrance of the spire.”Maybealittle, butIneedtogostretchmywingsnow, okaybye!” He rambled before taking off into the now dark sky.

It took the other two a moment to process what he just said, but once they did, J made a mental note of things to cheer him up with and V sprinted after him. Even though he was much faster.”GET BACK HERE, YOU TALL TWINK!!!” She shrieked.

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greatqueenanna · 9 months

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So, with this tiny drama with Hans and sociopathy, I decided to ask a friend of mine, who has ASPD, what he thought of this whole situation with Hans. A bit of history - as you all know, I like Helsa, so back in 2014 when it was revealed that Hans was a sociopath, I went into research mode to try and discover more about this. That is where discovered Sociopath World, a website made for sociopaths to discuss how they navigate the world and to give advice to 'empaths'.

This is where I met my friend - we'll call him BG. BG is a clinical psychologist, film buff, and, as said, diagnosed with ASPD. Now, I didn't directly ask him about Hans at the time, I just asked him about the Hans - Elsa dynamic a lot without using their names (cuz, you know - I'm a shipper lol) we've been friends ever since, and I ask him all the time about film characters.

When I started talking about Hans and sociopathy more recently, I got an anon where someone questioned if I should be talking about this, so I decided to finally ask BG about Hans. I shared with him Jennifer Lee's comments, some posts within the Hans/Helsa tags, and of course recommended he watch the movie. To my surprise, he did it fairly quickly and sent me a reply today.

Few things to keep in mind - BG is very blunt, so sorry if you find some things he says a bit offensive or accusatory. Also, keep in mind (something he mentions as well) that he doesn't speak for everyone who has ASPD. Also, don't worry, he knows I'm posting his response here. I did edit a few things for privacy purposes. He knows this too.

Now, I originally wanted to include his response in my Hans and Sociopathy post, but to make sure that the post didn't end up being too long, I decided to place it here instead. His response is under the read more.

Thanks for contacting me, I always like evaluating people’s fascinations with ASPD. This is a unique one, a cartoon character. I’m usually asked to evaluate Elsa (spoiler, she’s not a sociopath) from this movie, so it’s a nice change of pace. Prince Hans is a sociopath. Let’s get into it.

So what we first have to establish about anyone trying to defend those with ASPD are their motivations. No one defends those with ASPD just for kindness's sake, not unless they have a positive experience with someone in their life (which is exceedingly rare with ASPD). Here, we’re talking about a cartoon character that was first established as a ‘good’ and then turns ‘evil’ for a shocking twist.

From what I’ve seen from this character’s fans, is that they focus heavily on the ‘tragic’ backstory of said character and the end-game motivations they have for him. Which in this case is the fact that they want to pair him up with other characters with their morality not being questioned. From what I’ve seen, that’s all they care about. They see an attractive character that they think has the potential to be paired with another, and they are upset that this attractive character has traits and behaviors that they are opposed to. Look, I know it sounds mean, but none of these fans would really care if the character was not attractive, charming, and easily paired with the female leads. That is the main motivation here.

I’m not saying they are not interested based on the character’s own merits and intrigue, they like to speculate about his past and childhood. But given the most popular depiction is him is with the female leads in a romantic sense, it is very obvious where the fans stand and why they are defensive of him. He’s attractive, he’s charming, he was really nice and chivalrous at first. But the reality here is that they are in love with who he is pretending to be. It honestly looks like the cases I deal with every day with real ASPD and Empath couples. The empath in the relationship is always making excuses for the sociopath, and I have indeed had cases where the empath denies the diagnosis. It’s really interesting to see this in behavior in fan spaces as well.

Now, here’s the thing. I don’t really care about film representation. Most people I know who also have ASPD don’t care either. We don’t really care about the things that empaths place on a pedestal. We don’t care about role models or feeling accepted and represented. Empaths always make us out to be villains or funny anti-heroes because they can’t fathom our behaviors being used for good. It's a reality we face, especially in this day and age when feelings and being empathetic dominate the social world. There is no easy way to showcase a sociopath being a hero within empath standards. Our definition of a sociopath being a hero is getting what they want. Hans would be a great representation if he got what he wanted. Do I speak for everyone? No. But honestly, I question anyone who claims to be a sociopath and actually cares about empath’s feelings towards us, or bases their value on fictional characters like what empaths do. Especially since most people who have ASPD are not even diagnosed, they can’t exactly question a representation of something they don’t know that they have.

Let’s change gears towards the comments the director made. The critique you got was that there isn’t enough evidence to support a diagnosis of ASPD with Hans because the narrative doesn’t explicitly state it and we don’t know a lot about his past; so can’t make a genuine diagnosis. In most cases, that would be correct. However, the director makes it very clear that her intentions for the character was for him to be a sociopath. She wrote him with this intention and made sure to depict him in that way. Thus, we don’t need to see his childhood or even make a diagnosis based on his behavior. He is written and labeled as a sociopath, so he is one. End of story. Sure, we can critique how the depiction was handled, and even the motivations behind making him a sociopath, but it doesn’t change the facts of the character.

I went a little off track here, but I feel this needed to be said first and foremost. Let’s get back to the actual comments. She states that she has a sociopathic mind and that she was writing him based on these traits. She also stated later that Hans being sociopathic was more interesting. You can even see the excitement she has when the person she’s talking to says “he’s a talented Scoiopath” and she says “He’s very talented!” She loves this aspect of him. It's her pride and joy. She obviously thinks sociopaths are interesting and cool, to the point where she thinks she may have some traits. Here, we know her intention behind it was romanticization. Is it a bit weird? Yea. It’s weird. She's romanticizing a disorder so it's always weird. However, the depiction was still fairly accurate. Cartoony and villainized, but accurate.

Which I guess leads us to the actual depiction. He’s a very typical Sociopath. Not much else to say. He has the sociopath stare, he mirrors behavior, he hates that his brothers dared to ignore him, he jumps into danger without a second thought, and smiles when he’s about to commit murder on Elsa. It's kind of funny how accurate he is. It’s like watching a comedy show where they say something relatable and you can’t help but laugh. The director says that her stand-out moment for him was when he questions Anna’s comment of being ‘just her’. For me, it’s when he stands up after being knocked out by the blast, without even acknowledging that he’s in deep shit, and just says ‘but, she froze your heart!” I laughed so hard. Only sociopaths would do this shit. “Anna, how dare you. You should be dead.”

And that’s all I have to say. Thanks for reaching out, it was definitely entertaining and a nice break. Have a great day.

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