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chrollohearttags · 11 months

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can you pls make a part 2 for containment IM BEGGING I READ IT AND NOW IM DAYDREAM EVERY HOUR

YOOOO! I have been looking for an excuse to revisit this story and I’m so glad you gave me one. 🥹 so thank you so much for reading it.

content warning: time skip, lots of angst, sexual content, engagement and marriage talk, bits of his canonical personality and situation, mentions of violence, s*xual assault and murder, religion, mentions of alcohol abuse :(, happy ending though because I couldn’t write the alternative w/o crying :)))))

📝: also gonna preface and say you aren’t going to agree with all of (y/n)’s decisions and that’s okay. No need to be mad or rude. Let’s keep it cute 🫶🏾 also, minors do not interact! This is really long for this format so I apologize but I got emotional writing it and got carried away. Sorry! 😭

(Y/N) continued working as a guard for Greenville and on the containment unit for another year. In that time, maturing and learning a lot about yourself. As well as your inmates..mainly #104330, Eren Jaeger.

the illustrious affair between you and the convict continued for a while. Sneaking around the prison and hiding in unknown places just to get a taste of one another. Your lust growing stronger as time passed. “I can’t get enough of you, Ms. (L/N)..I know it’s wrong, I know I can get you in a lot of trouble but I can’t help myself.” “You’re the criminal here, not me. If anything, I’m the one that knows better..but I’m not sorry. Not sorry for the way I feel about you.”

that insatiable lust eventually grew into something deeper but even so, neither of you were in the position to confess or put that love on display. It would bring great shame if you did so you had to find a way to conceal those feelings..including some pretty bad habits. Downing a bottle every night to keep from thinking about your actions.

Eren had been sitting behind bars for six years now, only a small dent in his fifty year sentence. And not once had he spoken about trying to get out. Nor did he have any desire to confess his crimes to you or anyone. However, under his sentence, he was granted an automatic appeal that he had no choice but to take.

It was during an audit of prisoner paperwork that you discovered what he was behind bars for and the truth shocked you. He was convicted of second degree murder after the owner of the foster home he was raised in was found dead. Stabbed over ten times. The community was devastated and with the victim being a prominent member in the church, they threw the book at him. There was still a missing piece of the puzzle that didn’t make sense though and he had no interest in clearing it up..

“There’s my dirty little secret, CO. Still wanna keep defending me? I’m just like every other piece of shit here..another monster with a fucked up past. Nothing special. I’m even worse because I killed a pastor.”

(Y/N) was still convinced that there was more to the story and you were right when you just so happened to hear one of his phone calls with his best friend.

“I don’t understand, Eren. If you told the truth, it could change everything. That man was no saint, he abused us for years. If they knew you did it to protect us, they might let you go. This could be your shot at freedom.” “I’ve been free for six years. Free from all of it..I’m finally out of that hellhole, nothing here could ever be worse than that fucking place and you guys are able to live happily without having to worry anymore. You’re in college, doing big things. You’re about to graduate. Mika’s married and having a kid, like she always wanted. She doesn’t have to worry about some creepy old bastard touching her at night. Is that not enough? It is for me..”

your heart was breaking, knowing that his actions were completely selfless and he refused to fight for himself. Missing out on important accolades and milestones that he shouldn’t have to. Meanwhile, he continued his same routine of holing up in his cell..reading, studying and staying to himself. But things were about to take a drastic turn when one of your coworkers confronted you about him.

“He’s being transferred out next week..they’re sending him to Liberio.” “There’s no way!…that place is a hundred times worse.” But your supervisor and warden’s hands were tied and quite frankly, he was one less person to deal with.

“My hands are tied, (L/N). You’ll have to find a new pet..” mocking the fact that the two of you were so close.

you were devastated hearing the news, knowing he’d end up in trouble or dead in a facility like that. Now more than ever, you wanted to fight for him to be free! He was the last person who deserved such a cruel fate. But being relocated was the least of his worries. He was only upset about one thing…

“…I don’t give a damn where they send me. Truthfully, it’s just another cell for me to rot away in…but I don’t wanna lose you, CO. I think you may be the only thing keeping me from checking out. This is the happiest I’ve ever been. Here with you..”

full blown tears coming down the both of your faces, right after another passionate quickie as you holed up in your normal spot. You were hysterical, as was he and it was the first time he’d ever shown emotion, at least from what you’d seen..

“Eren, you have to file that appeal. You shouldn’t be here..you don’t belong with these fucked up animals. Please, you have to fight. Let me testify at that hearing.” “So they can put your pretty ass in a jumpsuit too? It’s fine, miss (L/N). I’ll just take whatever they give me. I’ve been doing that my entire life, it’s nothing new.”

he refused to put you in that situation though..knowing that someone must’ve noticed your little rendezvous by now and would surely use it against the both of you. You’d end up fired or worse and he’d have his sentence lengthened. So you’d have to trust that he’d be okay. That they wouldn’t tear him apart.

some months passed and Eren had been longed transferred to Liberio. Nicknamed ‘the underworld’..known for its seedy dealings, organized fight clubs with the prisoners and countless inmate deaths. It was awful and all you could do was hope that he’d be alright. While at work, you’d even visit the prison chapel and pray for him. His safety, well being and all..meanwhile, you were falling apart. Laying up with a man you knew nothing about nor did you love just to fill the void but it wasn’t the same. He wasn’t him…

It was one day when you were sitting at home after getting some much needed time off; as they had made that job much worse..that you received a letter in the mail and it was from a name that you’d heard quite often..Armin Artlert. After a while, Eren began to loosen up and tell you all about the two people on the outside that made his life tolerable and he was one. His very best and only friend for a long time.

upon reading it, he’d proceed to introduce himself; saying that you’d never want but Eren wrote about you constantly. He said that you had helped him so much. He then went on to tell you how Eren was adjusting at the new facility. Told you that he had been in a pretty bad attack that left him with a stab wound but he was fine now. “He’s so brave, I wish I had half of his courage. I owe him everything. It’s because of him, we got to live.” He wrote that not only had Eren gotten saved but that he was finally letting him and their other friend Mikasa have visits, even bringing his ‘nephew’ to see him. With a picture of all of them together.

But that wasn’t even the best part..not only had Eren passed his exam for the law certificate but he put it to use and went through with the parole hearing and you couldn’t believe what was said next.

“He’s being released…he’s coming home.”

collapsing to your knees right there in the living room, you’d sob and clutch the letter. Overcome with joy that he’d be out of there. And of course, there was one more thing that Armin needed you to know: “he still loves you..very much. I believe he fought this hard for you.”

Eren, who’s released a month later on parole, calls you from outside the bus station, telling you that he’s finally free and that he wants to see his beloved CO. And you don’t hesitate to come running..

Eren, who makes love to you better than any man is overcome with emotion as he’s inside of you. Going deeper and deeper as if he never wants to pull out. Doing all the nasty things he’d written about prior. Fucking you all over the entirety of your house for all the time that you two had been apart. From the kitchen counter that he placed you on top of to the shower, where he pulled your hair and fed you back shots. Even eating you out as he hoisted you against the wall; those days of lifting weights on the rec yard coming in handy. Losing his mind when you called him ‘daddy.’

“I missed you so much..so tight for me..feels so fucking good. I swear, I thought about you every night, baby..” Making you come more times in one night than your ex ever could…

Eren, who left his cock buried deep inside of you, long after you were finished, laid on top and stared at your pretty face. Confessing how much he loved you and you’d do the same. Knowing that this would change everything with him being here but neither of you cared.

Eren, who wanted a second chance at life, so as long as you were by his side.

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hunterbunter3000 · 1 year

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Omg finally found a black reader focused account I’m so happy I found you 😭 Okay but hear me out:

Sweetheart is getting braids and they ain’t cheap so who paying!? My money’s on Glucose Guardian Price (he loves seeing her in different hairstyles) or Alejandro because “anything mi reina wants, mi reina gets” 🤭🤭🤭

Heyyy!! I'm glad you found me too! Babes all my content will be black girl and black gender neutral focused, you can count on that 😎😎😎

STOP-- GLUCOSE GUARDIAN PRICE😭😭 IM DYINGGGG

Honestly, Price ain't the one paying for em (Yes, he ADORES the hairstyles on her but Sweetheart made it clear that she doesn't want him spending any of his money on her, so he respects that... to a point AHA)

It's Sir Skeletor Ghost and my babygirl Alejandro paying for them salon appointments.

Sweetheart: I KEEP TELLING YOU BOTH YOU DONT NEED TO PAY FOR THIS- I HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO BUY A MANSION WHY DO I NEED YALL TO PAY FOR MY THINGS STOP IT

Ghost and Alejandro: never >:]

Sweetheart: you both get on my nerves 🙄

I mean Ghost pays for her nails so might as well make it everything else LOLL

Gaz buys her the accessories! Like gold jewels to put in her braids, or cuffs. He even buys the oil, gel, and crochet hooks if she wants to do it herself

If she does it by herself:

They all chill in her room, listening to her music playlist that she's playing on a speaker, and just watching her doing her hair

Roach and König are bug eyed studying her do it, like-- wow! 🧐🧐 what is this magnificence? 🥺🥺🥺 LMAO

And then when she's done, she takes pictures, and some of them help take pictures (only Ghost, Gaz, and Alejandro can take pictures. Soap is banned because he only takes blurry pictures and silly ones, not that Sweetheart minds it but Price banned him anyway. And König, Roach, and Rodolfo are banned from taking pictures because they shake too much. One time König dropped her phone and head-butted her in the face when he was reaching for it. That day was filled with chaos and tears. AHAHA)

Horangi just gushes on how wonderful it looks on her everytime 😍 whether she got it done from someone or she did it herself, he will always say how beautiful she looks in any kind of hairstyle she gets

And Krueger-- well

He just immediately praises her and becomes so damn possessive and over protective of the hair 💀💀

Kruger: DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER HEAD OR I CUT OFF YOUR FINGERS AND SHOVE THEM UP YOUR ASS (starts to cuss in German)

Sweetheart: Would yoU C H I L L

#Krueger is so funny to me #black fem reader #x reader #cod oc #cod incorrect quotes #cod x y/n #modern warfare x reader #ghost x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #gaz x reader #john price x reader #roach cod #konig x y/n #konig x reader #krueger x reader #141 sweetheart

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kendallroydefender · 5 months

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Somewhere only we know - Chapter 12 (Kendall Roy x Reader)

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Series summary: You met Kendall when you were six years old. You have spent every summer together and now years later you and him are still just as close.

This story follows Kendall and his best friend through their lives. Will they realize their feelings for each other before it’s too late?

Chapter summary: It’s the night of Kendall’s 40th birthday but the big party ends differently than you all thought.

Authors Notes: Hope you all had a great Christmas! 🤍

Wordcount: 2.9K

”Happy birthday Kenny!“ you smile as you give him a long hug.

”Thank you, honey.“ he squeezes you

”Look at you, old man.“

”Yeah I’m, I’m ancient now.“ he chuckles knowing you’re only half a year behind him.

You brought him a small cupcake that you made yourself with a candle. But you have to leave soon enough and you know Kendall has to plan a lot for tonight too.

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The guestlist was stacked with big names but only a handful people you knew and liked. Stewy had told you that he wouldn’t attend the party so you were looking forward to seeing Rava and Willa again.

Rava introduces you to Gary, who she’d told you about. He’s nice and funny and you’re glad she has found him, she seems happy.

”Soo? Any news on Kendall?“ she asks with a grin that tells you exactly what she’s hinting at

”Well, he’s still with Naomi so no?“ you say

”Hm.“ she makes an unsatisfied sound

”We haven’t seen each other these last days much anyway. He was in Virginia I was in LA for work and oh do you know that he thought Stewy and I were fucking?“

Rava laughs ”Seriously?“ by you nod

”Oh he’s so clearly into you… also that explains the room.“

”Rava no. I told you he doesn’t like me..“

”No, y/n I’m telling you. He wouldn’t act like that if he wasn’t, he was clearly jealous.“

”Well it’s not like he’s showing me so he wouldn’t have a say in this even if I were fucking Stewy. Wich im not.“

”Maybe you should.“ she shrugs with a grin

You chuckle a little before you remember something

”Wait, what room?“

When you find the room with the fake tabloid headlines, you see that there’s one of you too. It’s a picture of you and Stewy titled with "Y/n y/l/n and Stewy Hosseini spotted leaving motel together"

You chuckle at it and snap a picture to text to Stewy. Your not mad, it’s obviously a joke and yours is way nicer than the others.

'What exactly am I looking at?' Stewy texts back

'Kendall’s party decor :)'

'What? Were all the balloons sold out?'

You go to explore more of the party. You don’t really want to go to the treehouse because you don’t really vibe with Matsson and also because it breaks your heart. Kendall obviously had build his childhood treehouse to feel some kind of comfort.

You hang out with Rava and Gary for some time until Kendall wants to see her and you and Gary go look around.

You go into the tree house but it’s rather boring. You don’t really vibe with Matsson and you don’t want to be around his siblings, especially Shiv after the letter.

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It’s later, Kendall had cancelled his performance and you last saw him with his girlfriend.

”Where are you all? You’re missing the performance of the century, Shiv is totally losing it on the-" the word dancefloor gets stuck in your throat. You just stumbled into the room where the presents are stored, when you see Kendall kick at the gifts before he sinks down to the ground. Naomi is standing next to him. Are they fighting? You ask yourself. You crouch down next to Kendall. "Hey Kenny, hey.“ you say softly, touching his shoulder. He buries his head in his folded arms. "It’s okay. I’ve got you." You tell him in an attempt to calm him a little. "I just wish I was-" he cuts himself off. "What?" You ask him kindly, your hand gliding over the back of his head. "I just wish I was home.“ he says as tears gather in his eyes. He looks so broken and you can feel your own heart crack. "Okay… okay let’s get you out of here, yes?" You ask him and he nods. You get up, holding your hand out for him to take, wich he does and you help him up. You remember Naomi is standing next to you. She looks at you with one eyebrow pulled up slightly. You can’t tell if she’s worried or condescending you. You turn back to Kendall "Do you want Naomi to take you home?“ you ask, voice low so she can’t hear you over the music. He looks at you and shakes his head a little "Can you?“ he asks and you nod "Of course Ken.“ you squeeze his hand.

"Hey Naomi? I think I’ll take him home." You tell her, she gives you a tight lipped smile before pressing a kiss to Kendall’s cheek "I’ll call you tomorrow.“ she tells him and she follows you out of the party.

"Birthday Boy!“ Roman calls out "Happy Birthday Man!“ And you let out a huff of air. You had hoped not to run into his siblings on your way out. "Not now, Roman.“ You say a little curd. "Yeah sorry! Goodnight!“ His brother calls out and you hope he will leave it at that. But you guess you aren’t that lucky today. Because its Kendall who starts speaking now. "Neither of you should be in here.“ Kendall says, he sounds exhausted. "Can we get them out?“ You’re friend requests to no one in particular before repeating the sentence louder towards one of the security guys. "Its a little late for that, buddy. I already spoke to Mattson, who hates you by the way and laughs at you constantly.“ Roman says while you make eye contact with Shiv, who looks away awkwardly. "Just stop.“ She says to Roman, who answers her immediately "Oh what? Go easy on birthday boy?“. Now its Kendall who speaks again "Did you come here to see me, at all? You didn’t, did you Shiv?“ He asks the red haired woman. "Well.. look we haven’t been getting along that great lately so what do you think?“ She tells him and you just wish for this conversation to be over. They fight for some moments, Roman admits that they were spying on Kendall’s kids.

You see Kendall get closer to his brother, you want to stop him but you can’t move. "You’re not a real person. You know that? You’re not a real person! You’re not real!“ Kendall says. "Come on why don’t you hit me? Come on, shitty Jesus. You know you want to. Just fucking hit me.“ Roman dares him "'You’re not a real person’ fuck you.“ he adds and Kendall moves away. He walks a few step and you and Naomi follow him quietly. "All right sorry, have a good birthday. Okay, fuckface?“ Roman says while patting his back two times before he pushes him. Kendall stumbles and falls. You and his girlfriend rush to his sides as you hear his brother say "Oh shit are you okay?“ While laughing. He calls another "Happy birthday!“ As you help Kendall up. "Everybody take it easy? Okay?“ Connor calls out. ”For fuck sake“ you mumble under your breath. Roman is still laughing his hyena laugh as you get Kendall on his feet again. He looks around, he looks absolutely devastated. He grits another "Take your fucking coat off.“ At Connor before he takes off towards the exit. You don’t spare another look at his family members as you make your way out of this birthday party from hell.

”Yeah, Ken take your girlfriend and your life long side piece and fuck off.“ Roman calls after you. You turn back around with a frown ”Oh come on Roman, really?" You say to the younger man who just chuckles. You pull Kendall with you out of this party. Saying goodbye to Naomi, you give her a hug. Tonight is not the night for weird tensions between you two, at the end of the day you two care about Kendall. She seems content with you too, hugs you back and tells you to take care.

Fikret is already there when you get outside. He holds onto your hand for the whole drive back home and you let your thumb glide over his knuckles .

'I just want to be home' is playing on your mind. He sounded so upset, it makes you want to tear up just thinking about it.

You tell Fikret to drive to your address.

You arrive and the house and the doorman lets you in. The way up is silent like the drive here was. Once in the apartment he lets go of your hand. ”Do you want to drink anything? Or something to eat?“ you ask but he shakes his head. Kendall walks over to your window and opens the door to your balcony. You get him a glass of water anyway. You follow him outside, just standing there for a few moments looking into the city at night. It looks beautiful but your eyes rest on your friend. Trying to read his mind, what he’s thinking about. It probably would break your heart. You have grown more concerned about Kendalls mental health in the last months. You worry constantly about him, wanting to help somehow. You could tell he was on the edge the whole day. His strive for the perfect party, him being an ass to Greg, Comfry and Rava. You even had a small argument yesterday, telling him he can’t make Comfry sell all those lunchboxes on ebay and store them in her apartment. You felt bad for the girl, she was his PR and not some intern. Him possibly loosing the case against his dad weights heavy on him too.

It’s colder now than it was in the daylight, so you go back inside to grab a blanket.

You take the soft fabric and wrap it around his shoulders. "Let’s sit down.“ he follows you to the big lounger and after you sit down he sinks his head down until it rests on your lap. You tangle your fingers in his hair automatically, scratching his scalp, something that had always gave him some comfort.

You wish you could take his worries away. You know Kendall is not in a good place mentally but there’s nothing you can do except from being there for him.

”Uh, Dad, he gave me the opportunity to cash out.“ Kendall speaks up, it’s the first thing he said since you arrived at your place.

”Wow, seriously?“ you ask

”Uh-huh.“

”So what do you want to do?“ you ask still caressing his hair. He turns onto his back so he can look up at you

”I don’t, I don’t know.“

You hum

”Maybe I should do it.“ he says

”Maybe, yes.“ he studies your face for a moment

”I could be free.“

”Could do your own thing or just travel or something.“

He nods a little

”You’re a better person than him, Kendall. I know he’s your dad but he’s not a nice person. But you are. You’re a good man.“ he blinks a few times taking a deep breath.

”Thank you.“

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You wake up the next morning from a phone ringing. "Ken?“ you ask and he groans as an answer. He gets out of bed in his shirt and sweatpants, he has more of his things at your place than at Naomi’s. He searches for his phone in the pocket of yesterdays pants. Naomi is calling and he knows he shouldn’t feel annoyed by it, she’s just worried, she’s caring about him. ”Who is it?“ you ask and he tells you ”Nay.“. After a few more moments he answers the call. "Yeah?… sorry… I’m alright… Uh, no, no I don’t think so… what about tomorrow? Yeah okay, bye." Is what you hear from the dialogue. You can’t help to ask yourself if they’re doing alright as a couple. Kendall puts the phone down on your bedside table before he climbs back under the covers, arms going around your middle as he buries his face into the back of your neck. "Everything okay?“ you ask your hand going up to caress his head. He hums as an answer. You just lay with him for another hour, drifting in and out of sleep.

You make him breakfast, coffee and pancakes and bring them back to your bed. Afterwards while you’re laying back under the covers of your bed, you remember something. You get up and walk towards the bag you carried with you yesterday. ”Where you going? Don’t leave.“ Kendall says and you send him a soft reassuring smile, grabbing the item you wanted to give to him. You climb back in the warm bed and look at the wrapped gift in your hands. ”I forgot to give you my present yesterday.“ you say before adding ”Well, I didn’t forget, I just wanted to give it to you in person.“ you explain. You didn’t want to put it on the present table to all the other presents that seemed to hold no real meaning. He looks at you with big eyes and you hand him the small wrapped box. He looks at it intrigued, slowly tearing off the paper. Carefully because he can tell you wrapped it yourself. In it is a cassette, he reads the label 'Kendall & Y/n‘s mixtape 00' is written in hand and under the plastic case is a pic of the two of you. You must have been around 20 when the picture was taken, it’s from a photobooth that was in the bar near college. It came out as a strip but you cut it up so that you both could have the pictures, his is still in his wallet. It must have been right at the time you two started to sleep with each other, when you were crushing hard on the other. He turns the case and his assumption is confirmed, all the songs you two liked in college are written on the back, some in your writing some others in his. He can feel himself tearing up. After all these shallow things he was given yesterday and the disappearance of his children’s present, the only other present that meant something to him. Even his girlfriends present seemed as if she didn’t knew him.

You cup his cheeks to wipe away some of the tears. ”Thank you. Uh, thank you so much.“ he chokes out. He crumbles then, clinging to you and you feel like crying too. ”Shh, Kenny. It’s okay, I’ve got you.“ you whisper into his hair. ”You will be okay, I’m not gonna leave.“ you caress his neck. When he calms down a little, you just lay there his head resting on your chest, your arms around him. He feels absolutely miserable, his birthday was a disaster, his family hates him, he lost his kids present. All these thoughts circle around his head and he feels empty. Empty and just so tired. He doesn’t know if he has any fight left in him.

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The weekend was spend with Kendall in your apartment but today you have to go back into work for a bit, there’s a meeting that is fairly important. But what is important, when your best friend is obviously not doing well? You have contact with Jess who you asked to call you should anything happen.

Work is okay, you talk a bit to your friend Michelle who works in PR and you sort through your emails, listen to a few demos that have been sent in and get a few stage plans sent out. The meeting is boring and nothing that couldn’t have been done in an e-mail. At some point you get a message from Kendall asking you if you want to hang out later. Of course you say yes, but you are confused since he wanted to meet Naomi today and you assumed he would stay at hers.

On the way home you buy some food from a place you know Kendall likes.

You call out his name, wondering if he’s already back or still with Naomi. Your thoughts are interrupted when he comes out of his bathroom and you stop in your tracks. Your eyes going wide "Y/n! You’re back!“ he says and you just nod with your mouth slightly agape. His hair is gone. "Wow- okay, what happened to you?“ you ask with a humorous tone in your voice "I thought I needed a change. How do you like it? I think it’s kinda cool, right?“ he asks you while scratching his head. It was probably a manic impulsive decision and that worries you but you can’t deny that he looks hot. "Yeah you look good, really.“ you say slowly coming close to him a grin on your face "Can I?“ you ask as you reach your hand up "Uh-huh.“ he answers and you let your hand go over his head, it feels different but not bad. ”Yeah, it’s really nice.“ he smiles at your words.

"How was you day? How is Naomi?" You ask when you retread your hand "Oh, yeah about that.“ he says and you brace yourself for what could come next "Uh, we kind of broke up.“ he tells you and your eyes widen "Oh I’m so sorry-" he shakes his head "No don’t be, it’s better this way.“ he seems genuine "We weren’t good for each other we would destroy each other.“ he tells you and you have to admit he’s right. "You’re probably right but that doesn’t mean you can’t be sad." He nods but tells you "I’m not- not really. I- uh, there are some things I need to work on.“ you understand that he’s not talking about a deal or work in general, this is more a mental kind of work and you’re proud of him for accepting that he needs help.

You don’t know it but Kendall also had to break up with Naomi because it wasn’t fair towards her to stay with her when his feeling for you are getting harder and harder to bury.

#kendall roy imagine #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy x you #kendall roy fic #kendall roy fluff

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theonceoverthinker · 1 year

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Suspension (ChellDOS)

Summary: Chell emerges from nap atop GLaDOS and finds herself high above the Central AI Chamber's ground. Still, Chell's not complaining, for the view as the robot she's resting on are sensations she wants to take in fully.

Hi, @im-glad-for-chell! I’m your @portal-secret-santa this year! I’m sorry for the delay in getting you your present (I don’t know if you saw the anon messages I sent you, but this was a bit of a rough month). Still, I hope this gift was worth the wait, and is one you enjoy! Happy Holidays!

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A present fundamental truth of Chell’s life is that she knows how to get what she wants.

Over the course of the time that she’s known GLaDOS, Chell has found that getting what she wants has become a progressively easier endeavor than it once was.

To be fair, when what you initially want is to kill an essentially immortal AI who’s hell-bent on killing you, you can’t really get much harder than that.

Now, things are easy, and Chell finds that getting what she wants is about as simple as solving a button-cube test.

It’s a nice feeling.

If she wants a cake baked and she’s too lazy to make her one herself, a hand placed just so over her belly – accompanied by a familiar glean of puppy dog eyes that she knows her partner can read like binary – will have an exasperated GLaDOS assembling ingredients and preheating the oven within seconds.

If she wants to give her beloved Companion Cube a well-deserved polishing, GLaDOS will give her what she needs, though demanding she get the same treatment once Chell is done.

And if she wants to relax atop GLaDOS as she works, then GLaDOS – not without more than a fair amount of grumbling – lays herself out so Chell can get on her.

It’s good getting what she wants.

A familiar dull hum greets Chell as she stirs from a slumber that she just barely recalls falling into. It’s a hum that speaks of the sterility of Aperture as a whole, it’s relatively unyielding life in the face of countless years of inevitable change meters upon meters above it.

Chell opens her eyes.

Well, to be more precise, she opens up one of her eyes, as the other is closed and snugly pressed against a slightly curved piece of metal that she’s more than well-acquainted with by now.

Immediately, her sense of time is thrown off base. Aperture has never really been known for its windows. Hell, even the curtains that once brought it renown were explicitly only for showers. Signs of the passage of time do exist in the facility, but they’re ones that she has to search for herself.

Still, sense of time or no sense of time, Chell’s not worried.

Her schedule is wide open, only at the mercy of hers and her lover’s whims.

There’s also no cause for worry on her part for her location.

Chell might not have been able to identify her location right off the bat, but the warm chassis radiating under the right edge of her back and alongside its accompanying arm gives her all the assurance that she needs for her state of safety.

Chell’s face is tilted to her right – just close enough to the edge of GLaDOS’ chassis that she can get a non-strenuous view of the floor. Without moving her head, she looks down.

As it turns out, there’s an awful lot of down for her to look at.

Before Chell fell asleep, GLaDOS was checking on the cube production line. It was a simple job – one that required no coordination with an external monitor – which made it easy for Chell to hop onto her back.

Now, it looks like she’s checking on the PH of the lab’s acid pools. That particular monitor is roughly six or so feet up in the air. The groove of GLaDOS’ chassis prevents Chell from any threat of losing her balance, even if she were to sit up at this moment.

She doesn’t.

GLaDOS’ chassis is comfortable, warm to the touch and a salve of pure coziness to her right side.

Chell wants to enjoy it for a bit longer, before their unique brand of conversation, and the expectations that accompany it, come once more into play.

It’s not that Chell doesn’t love GLaDOS – she just knows the importance of taking advantage of a quiet conscious moment with her when such an opportunity presents itself.

When the two of them are together, enjoying GLaDOS in a quieter state of being is an especially rare treat.

As her head is still tilted to the side, Chell is only partially able to see GLaDOS as she works.

Though GLaDOS’ optic doesn’t move in the conventional sense, Chell’s familiar enough with her body to be able to hear it move through certain subtle sounds that stem from underneath her hull. The ones she hears as GLaDOS wordlessly shifts across countless lines of data tells Chell that she is generally enjoying her maintenance’s monotony in all its simplicity. GLaDOS would never admit it out loud, but Chell knows that her presence plays a not at all insignificant part in that.

For a computer, GLaDOS is a terribly bad liar.

Chell can’t help but feel a little smug about that fact, a fact she’ll be sure to point out when GLaDOS tries to whine about how Chell basically trapped her via her lazy human body into conducting unnecessary extended maintenance when there were so many other things she could’ve been doing instead.

She can practically hear it already, but she’s prepared to argue her case if and when it comes up.

However, that won’t be for a bit longer if she can help it, and until then, Chell wants to rest and relish in the presence of her quiet and hard, yet simultaneously snuggly computer in all her glory.

The ear that’s to GLaDOS’ chassis can hear whirring motions. She remembers paying attention to them before she fell asleep, comforted by the lullaby played to the percussion of gears, brass of bolts, and strings of wires.

This isn’t the first time such noises have sung her to sleep and Chell knows it won’t be the last time either. She prefers it that way. It’s comforting – a calming, rhythmic pattern as well as a consistent sign of GLaDOS’ life force. Even though they’ve been outside of the realm of danger for so long now, that latter sensation is one Chell never ceases to derive solace from.

It’s hard for Chell to keep her eyes pulled to look at GLaDOS and her work so as to not give herself away – an invisible nagging sensation pulling her toward a less straining view instead – so she turns her attention elsewhere, looking to the floor, and letting herself take in the view of the chamber from her airborne point-of-view.

The chamber’s clean, recently the subject of a bout of maintenance itself, one done earlier in the week. It’s so much so that the floor reflects a blur of hers and GLaDOS’ image as the two of them are suspended in the air.

Chell had seen the chamber clean before, but from this height, it’s really something special – ethereal, yet not bereft of commonness in that ethereality altogether.

She notices as she gazes upon it that in its clean state, the floor matches her eyes – a lighter, yet steel-like gray. Chell doesn’t believe in fate, but coincidences like this tickle the notion of fate in a way she can appreciate all the same.

Really, what are the odds?!

GLaDOS can no doubt tell her, right down to the seventieth decimal place if she so desires.

Once she’s had her fill of rest, Chell reminds herself to ask her.

Hell, as thanks for hosting her impromptu nap and snuggle session, Chell will actually ask GLaDOS to list out as many of the extra decimal places as she wants, or however many might exist – whichever comes first.

Still, Chell doesn’t feel like she’s had her fill of awakened rest yet, so the question remains suspended in her head, just as she and GLaDOS remain suspended above the chamber’s floor.

From up here, solidly on top of GLaDOS, yet not completely on her, Chell feels gravity at work, trying and failing to pull her right leg down to the chamber’s base.

She knows she’s up high, but her foot’s tug drives the point home so much stronger.

It’s been some time since she was last up this high in the chamber. Everything was different back then, from the floor to the ceiling to the walls to herself, and GLaDOS for that matter, too.

Frankly, it feels like an eternity ago.

Back then, hanging at a height like this via-GLaDOS brought about feelings of near-helplessness and fear.

Now, it brings no such thing.

Instead, it brings a relaxed sort of comfort that Chell wouldn’t forgo for anything.

So she lets her leg dangle, as gravity continues its doomed attempt to entice it downwards from GLaDOS’ airborne chassis.

Minutes pass in Chell’s self-imposed silent bliss. Her mind is lulled by GLaDOS’ warmth.

A lot can be said for the faults of Aperture – Chell certainly has a laundry list of her own – but damn, can they flawlessly regulate a temperature on their hardware.

One would think that a power-heavy machine like GLaDOS would be uncomfortably hot and have at least several dozen warning labels to not even graze her chassis, but GLaDOS has never felt anything but perfect to the touch. Chell can hold her for as long as she wants and never come away with so much as a blister or painfully balmy feeling on her body.

Her lover is an impressive marvel of science, that’s for sure.

Between the all but white noise of GLaDOS’ body at work and the warmth of the chassis she’s laying upon, Chell feels like a newly-hatched chick resting in its incubator.

In that moment, reminded of chicks, Chell makes another note – check on the ‘little killing machines’ later on, and bring them a snack while she’s at it.

GLaDOS might chide her for spoiling her – as she calls them – ‘weapons in the making,’ but honestly, there’s no way she can expect Chell to see baby birds and not want to feed them.

Chell appreciates and respects GLaDOS’ work – though she admittedly finds the particular prospect of her training chicks to be murdersome sources of terror to be silly at best – but she’s feeding the damn birds.

Eh, call it human nature.

Suddenly, GLaDOS moves. She slowly moves to look at Chell, though Chell quickly closes her eyes as to keep her awakened state a secret. GLaDOS’ movement is gentle, one that wouldn’t have been enough to wake Chell were she still asleep, but there’s a sense of unmistakable impatience to it.

GLaDOS must be done with her acid pool maintenance.

It’s just as well.

While Chell dabbles with the idea of falling back asleep – she’s still a little tired and GLaDOS certainly has other maintenance tasks she can do for as long as Chell wants to sleep on her – Chell thinks she’s had enough rest. If she doesn’t stretch soon – or at least do something to counteract the stiff feelings spending hours on her right side has given her – she swears she’s going to go mad.

Besides, though she appreciates this rare moment of cozy silence from GLaDOS, she misses hearing her voice, holding her with both arms, and kissing her smooth surface.

Yes, it’s definitely time to move.

Following a single, fluid motion, Chell’s sitting up on GLaDOS’ extended chassis. Chell’s sure it probably looks like she’s riding GLaDOS the same way one would ride a horse or mechanical bull. The image in Chell’s head of that is a funny one.

GLaDOS wastes no time before acknowledging her – in her typical, GLaDOS-like fashion.

“You fell asleep on me. Again.”

Her tone fights the Sahara itself in dryness.

Chell shoots her a somewhat-silly look, a dare for her to say that she has a problem with her doing so.

GLaDOS doesn’t take that dare – not that Chell would ever expect her to.

One thing that Chell knows about GLaDOS is that with the rarest of rare exceptions, she only does what she wants to do.

Fortunately, for both of them, what she wants is Chell.

By now, Chell is more than aware of GLaDOS’ desire to do different things outside of maintenance. She knows that just yesterday, GLaDOS finished a fresh new batch of tests for her bots, and GLaDOS was only too excited to use them as soon as possible.

However, a sudden new, yet not entirely unfamiliar desire of her own takes over Chell.

Her more upright view has made her see that perhaps she’s not done sleeping, but rather…she just needs to shift positions.

GLaDOS might have had enough of Chell resting on her…but Chell realizes that she hasn’t.

Chell slides onto her stomach and down GLaDOS, her chin pressing against the back of GLaDOS’ core and arms wrapping around the last bit of metal and wires that connect GLaDOS’ core to the rest of her chassis.

God, it feels good on her body, cracking her back in a couple of hard-to-reach places while also warming her belly.

GLaDOS’s reaction is instant.

“Are you really about to fall asleep on me again, right after you just woke up?”

Her tone isn’t outraged. It’s deadpan – almost whine-like at the same time, but in a cute way. She goes on to mutter under her synthetic breath how humans are supposed to sleep less than cats, but that Chell of course is the one exception, and then goes on to list all of the things that she could be doing right now, but can’t thanks to her present role as a hammock.

Chell answers GLaDOS’ question by pressing her lips to GLaDOS and letting them linger amidst the familiar pool of ivory. The warm metal on her face lets loose a silent sigh that borders on a silent moan.

“You’re lucky you don’t drool.”

GLaDOS must feel Chell smirk against her because she doesn’t just leave it at that.

“Doing that won’t always get you what you want, you know?”

Does she really want to bet that?

Because Chell sure wants to.

Another kiss, a cheeky peck, is placed, now closer to her core’s side.

Chell knows how GLaDOS’ nerve receptors work, how the more sensitive to touch they get as the object of impact gets closer to the core.

Going right for her core itself assures Chell victory in a battle that GLaDOS never had so much as a chance to win.

GLaDOS doesn’t speak, though it sounds like something tries to escape from her speakers.

Yes, Chell has a feeling that some kisses will, in fact, always get her what she wants.

However, Chell reasons that that’s not at all an issue, because while they might differ from time to time, what she and GLaDOS want are ultimately one and the same.

#portal #chell #glados #chelldos #portal secret santa

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kaylapocalypse · 10 months

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Hi Kayla! It's been a million years since we've spoken, so hello I hope yours years have been good since we last talked. I saw your post the other day about the beef fat and the lanolin you've been using for your skin and maybe this is a stupid question, but how exactly do you use it?

Hi! Im so happy to have found you again, thank you for reaching out. I’ve been trying to re-connect with everyone I was close to on here and I’m really glad we can start anew!

Okay lanolin and beef tallow:

TLDR: half a dime sized amount of both, mostly at night, mix in your hands and smear over the whole face.

Breakdown:

1. Both products are very emollient, but surprisingly not very heavy. Neither of them are comedogenic, and after 3 months of usage I’m willing to back that claim. I tried slugging before with a couple of different products but my skin was always like “hm. too much of this.” and started developing weird oily patches and acne around my mouth. With lanolin and tallow, not only has my skin not done that, but the texture has changed significantly for the better and I don’t wake up greasy anymore. I also find that i have to exfoliate my skin LESS now, which was a crazy realization.

That said, you only need a little of each to cover your whole face and neck. Maybe about the size of an aspirin for the beef tallow and half that for the lanolin. Lanolin has the texture of bees wax and beef tallow is about as thick as Vaseline.

2. While the products are “thick” they feel more like an expensive “dry oil” after you’ve rubbed it in. It doesn’t create a gross “layer” the way Vaseline does, but if you touch your face it will feel oily in a way that makes you want to rub it into your hands. THAT SAID, this is not a combo that you can wear well under makeup. The oils will break down the waxes in most lipsticks, concealers and foundations and they will all slide around your face after a while. Which is why I mostly use tallow and lanolin at night.

During the daytime if i am not planning on leaving my house, I will mix a bit of tallow into my palm with a few drops of sunscreen and use that. But if I am, I just stick to sunscreen and makeup then tallow/lanolin at night.

3.Unlike a lot of skincare products, this isn’t a spot treatment sort of situation and the amount you use doesn’t matter so much as you use enough to cover the whole area of interest.

I have also mixed other things into the tallow/lanolin mix in the palm of my hand, depending on what I want.

I’ve done: vitamin C powder, Scar healing ointment and Niacimide. I find it works better when you’re using a serum to apply the serum first then seal with lanolin/tallow, but if its an oil or a powder, to just mix it together with the tallow and slather it on.

I’ve found that most other products seem to work better with the moisture seal of tallow/lanolin than by themselves. But I do have to say, I only use other products every once in a while because I have a specific hyperpigmentation scar issue I’m working on fading. I’m just giving this info because I want you to know that it doesn’t poorly interact with skincare products the way it breaks down makeup.

If you’re interested:

There is a really cool homesteader that documents her refining of tallow that I like to follow:

If you have any more questions, let me know!

Also, just for convenience here is the link to where I bought stuff from: https://www.etsy.com/shop/TraditionalNutrients?ref=yr_purchases

Specifically I ordered the skin cream first in a small size, then I decided to just go with their basic Tallow Spread, which is more bang for your buck and is also not whipped. The only difference I could tell between them is the skin cream is whipped like whipped butter and the other one is an unwhipped jar of tallow with Vaseline like texture.

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open--till--midnight · 1 year

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for valentine's day, i'd like to read something where reader and geralt walk together and their hands touch each other (this kinda looks weird and but anyway…) reader giggles, geralt kisses her hand. it was looking cute when i first imagined…

Fair

geralt x gn!reader

wc | 443

a/n | first off, so sorry this took so long, ive been having so much trouble getting motivated :( and second, not weird anon, this ask is, in fact, very cute and im super happy to do this. sorry if it feels a little rushed tho

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Every year Geralt took time out of his monster-hunting schedule to take you to the local summer fair. Artisans, artists, and makers from all over came together to put together a week-long festival outside of town. He loved taking you. The pure and unadulterated joy that radiated off of you was enough for him to restore all faith.

It had become somewhat of a tradition between the two of you. After you had taken him as a thank you for slaying the beast that had been terrorizing your livestock, he kept coming back for more. Your little farmhouse was always open to the closed off witcher.

The first time he visited he said he was just passing through, though he wouldn’t tell you that he went well out of his way to ‘stumble’ across your farm. You offered him a place to stay for a while, and of course he said yes. And in the morning, he agreed to join you at the fair.

It was early in the day when you arrived, giving the two of you plenty of time to explore. You weaved through the crowd making sure to keep that white head of hair in sight. Not that he would lose you, no, Geralt had fallen hard.

The way you smiled as you showed him all of your favorite foods and goods. The way you watched the musicians and the dancers and the way your face melted when you sampled some sweet honey and cheeses. He barely knew you, but he felt like spoiling you just to see your joy.

The night ended with a large meal at a wooden table underneath a soft white canopy. The stained-glass lantern in the center of the table colored your faces with purples and pinks and blues.

Your conversation continued as you walked down the dirt roads home, only stopping when your house was in sight and as your hand accidentally brushed his. You let out a nervous laugh, choosing to look at him, and he smiled at you before taking your hand to his mouth, kissing it softly as he whispered your name.

“I had a good time today. I’ve never been to anything like that. It was nice.”

You took a step closer, bringing your face within inches of his.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, I did too.”

There was silence before he closed the gap between you, cupping your face in the process. When you pulled away and opened your eyes it felt as though this was the first time you were fully seeing for the first time. You invited him inside and he never found the strength to leave.

#geralt x reader #geralt x you #lilywrites📝

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satsuha · 3 months

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same anon again! thank you for looking into it 🤍 i havent been following you very closely (im not a fan of social media at all (hence the use of anon) so i mostly just check in and lurk every now and again to see your adorable art) - i fully thought you were japanese; sorry for that misunderstanding!! so cool of you to cross-reference nonetheless :)

yeah, i only ever read gil’s compliments as being purely impressed and appreciative, never attracted. but then when hikari copies him, suddenly it’s read as romantic attraction?! i will never understand these things. but again, i’m biased lmao

i loved their shared path, i found it super cute and i love the idea of this incredibly sweet dancing girl helping guide hikari through the losses his kingdom suffered. the memorial in ku was delightful to watch. this is why i’m of the opinion that forcing romance between them actively takes away from both of their characters, because it stops those individual traits from shining.

i don’t really ship anyone else in octo2, i love temehika because i adore the dynamic of ‘guy who has unwavering loyalty and trust in those around him’ with ‘guy who doubts everything and is constantly scrutinising their partner’s friends behind their back’. you’re the one who introduced me to agnea/throné, i hadn’t considered it before but i do love a good ‘Ray Of Sunshine meets Dark Shadowed Past and they go shopping together’ vibe, so i’ve decided i support that ship too now. thanks for that one!!

p.s, so glad there’s someone who understands my frustrations about the hikari/agnea ship lol we are Connecting

no worries! i wish there was someone more qualified to talk about the differences between the english and japanese versions because there are quite a few (some i'm ok with, others.... not so much) but some of them feel like a genuine detriment to play without knowing the original so i want to share them if i can!!

yeah it's...... a little iffy that people would read hikari's compliment as purely romantic because that would imply that gil is giving the same vibe and i read agnea's response as more like shock that someone as serious as hikari would say something like that to her...

i have a very mixed opinion about their crossed paths story unfortunately 😭 i really like the story itself, but i wish agnea had a more significant part in it... compared to the other stories that feel like they brought out the characteristics of each character more, i feel like agnea was mostly reduced to a bystander in hikari and yomi's story... i wish they got to touch on her grief over her mother or something at least o<-<

AHH temehika's dynamic really is so underrated, they have such strong themes of trust and doubt and i'm a bit sad their banters didn't touch on this more... we got a smidgen in hikari's ch.4 where temenos warns him about rai mei's possible loyalties but it's not enough...! not to mention the fact that they're connected to oboro and arcanette, the most major figures in the moonshade order... i don't really like the idea of octopath making certain protagonists more "important" than the others but i find it really hard to deny for these two lmao

agnene is also extremely underrated!! i think agnea's admiration of throne helps show her that she isn't who she thinks she is:

while in throne's stories, she slowly grows to lean on agnea's attempts to make her feel better... it's really sweet and i don't think either of them have this kind of connection with anyone else...!

it's also very cute how agnea invites throne to meet her father as well as to her hometown's raspberry festival... i think their paths post-canon also align very nicely because throne said she wanted to travel somewhere far away, while agnea wants to bring smiles to as many people as possible... it also makes for a very nice "celebrity and bodyguard" dynamic that mirrors dolcinaea and veronica's and it really suits these two imo!!

i also don't like teme/thro as a romantic relationship so i think their interactions as well as hika/agne's fit much better under the assumption of temehika and agnene... we see hikari's admiration of temenos' intelligence in his ch.5 banter where he compares temenos to kazan so i think both he and agnea have a sense of admiration for their older partners while also doing whatever they can to support them... (hikari with his blade, and agnea with her performances) meanwhile temenos and throne also feel undeserving of their partners because they view them as a light they're too afraid to reach out to... it's subtler, but i like temenos' banters with her where he tries to reassure her that she's a good person as well

phew this got REALLY long i'm sorry but yeah while i always tend to go against popular ships, i've been really frustrated at the extent of it in octopath 2... octopath is pretty unique in that all of the protagonists get more or less the same amount of (small) interactions throughout the game but that was changed in 2 with the addition of crossed paths and i'm not sure why hika/agne is the one that stuck because their story does not read to me as romantic at all lmao but i'm glad to find people who share those gripes as well!!

i think it says a lot how temehika and agnene's post-canon lives align together very nicely because hikari and agnea's goals respectively are much more defined while temenos and throne are more equipped to take a more supportive role... (crying) i just really like them

#answered #anonymous #ship hate #agnene #<- no one uses this tag anyway but i want to put it here bc i explained why i like it a lot #ty again for the ask! i hope you don't mind ME rambling too much lmao its a lot

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mollyhale · 2 years

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fuck you. it is not fair to me for you to tell me i didnt suffer enough for her death. it’s not. it’s also not fair to him that you think i suffered too much for him. i suffered for them both. i grieved and still grieve for them both. one was nearly a decade ago, i’ve come more to peace with that one. it still aches in me, but i’ve found more peace in the passing years. the other is fresh. still new, still only two years ago. i’m still grappling with that one and finding my footing again. you’d hate to hear this, i know you fucking would, but they’re different. they’re different and they deserve their own respective grief and memory, but they’re different. to put it bluntly, and i hate to put it so for my self, but one was more expected and the other was so shocking. im sorry, im sorry, im sorry, but it’s the truth. she was old and she was at the end of her rope, she gave us all that she had and nearly made it to 100. respectfully, and only respectfully, i’ve come to terms over time that that was her time to go. there’s nothing we could have done. and quite frankly, i’m glad she doesn’t have to suffer through the world that’s come after her. as for him - he wasnt supposed to go like that and you know it. he was not supposed to be killed. he was robbed of a life ahead of him, and didn’t even get justice in the sentencing of his killer, and yet - i suffer too much for his loss. how is that fair? how am i not allowed to grieve for a loss that was unprecedented but i must kill myself over nature running itself to the end? i love her, and you know that. you know that and i should not have to prove it to you. i suffered for her. i grieved for her. i did a lot of it in private, and that is not something i need to dig up and write out for you like a research paper to prove that i did my time and properly grieved by your standards. everyone grieves differently, and i’ve been grieving since i was born.

i did not speak to a single person that first week when she passed. i broke down sobbing in the middle of the day because i thought i heard her voice in my head as clear as day. they made me see a counselor after that episode, did you know that? i had to read a book about processing death because i couldn’t. i lived in denial for a solid three years, every night believing she was still in the hospice. i still write about missing her in my journal. i cried to myself at night silently so no one would hear me. i would try my damnedest to get some sort of proof that she was out there looking out for me. i was a fucking kid trying to grapple with loss. i would set the table every night with a place for her so she never felt excluded. i kept making the same amount of bread she always did for herself so it wasnt as though she was erased from the routine. i sit in her spot at the table so no one else does because i dont feel anyone deserves to sit there but her, so i want to protect it from any strangers you let into the home. your mother sits in her spot just the same for the same purpose. have you ever seen anyone besides the two of them sit in that chair? i still call her room her room. i dont address it as a guest room, it’s still her room. i was the one who begged you not to touch the bookshelves in her room and get rid of the books that had been there my whole life. but oh, wasnt it you who insisted on throwing them out and did so anyway? arent you the one trying to sell the couch from her room despite my protests? you wanted to sell the house, the house she lived in and loved all us in. you want to get rid of the last tangible bit of her we have left? i could hardly communicate with her due to a language barrier and i still loved her as if there was nothing stopping us from communicating. and who’s the one who remembers the day she passed? i mean the actual date. you don’t even know the day or year she passed. i remember. i remember everything about that day. like how you kept me from knowing she passed and wouldn’t let me see her. wouldn’t let me say goodbye. wouldn’t let me come to the burial. that’s all YOUR fucking fault.

i dont ever want to fucking hear how i didnt suffer enough for her. i did, i do, i always will. im more at peace with it than him, but by fucking god, i am filled with grief for her loss. and i dont want to fucking hear how i shouldnt be suffering for him. how he doesnt deserve as much grief as she does. they are both entitled to all the love i have to translate into grief because i loved them both. one was family by blood and the other chosen, and i love them both and i love them both in different ways. this isnt fair. you’re not being fair. this isnt fair.

this isnt fair, this isnt fair, this isnt fair.

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LOL yes stefans bangs are also unintentional it just grows like that. he has particularly hard to manage hair as a lion branded on a budget. and he wants his hair guy long and loose so

soren is less resentful against micaiah than he is against most people and generally understands. he only gets frustrated when its at the forefront when micaiahs like Oh no what if they find out about my secret :(. Have some tact you war criminal (shes a little out of touch all her friends are beorc,)

side note micaiahs yet another person for stefan to lose his shit at for dating beorc

as for stefans hair soren actually laughs at stefans suffering. at the end of the day stefan makes no effort to hide so whats it matter to soren that his hair grows like that its just another cruel irony for them both to laugh at like the insane people they are. stefan is not beating the beorc passing allegations. he probably goes around finding any excuse to lift his hair

sorens intersex but they cut th- afab. i think itd be funny for soren to deny being almedhas kid off his agab like I am not your lost son i was actually born a fucked up female. and almedhas like Yes i saw you when you were born and your case worker told me about your... situation. he is not on hormone blockers nor t because HOw and also he doesnt want to. he is one of those trans children who started presenting as male at like 6. after a while greil was like Are you sure buddy and soren went Shut the fuck up and greil was like Alright im not going to discuss this ever again and pretend this isnt real. And it was never discussed again in their household. if he respects sorens autonomy more than mists then ... not transphobic?? maybe if mist transitioned. greil kind of just wants to forget this is a thing about soren. in the end hes half housing a branded kid so hes progressive enough for soren

he looks like a girl but his voice is deep so passing wise he could go either way. which is believable enough for him to not be perceived as a queer girl but is instead seen as a very queer fairy boy after he insists hes a guy. people have trouble believing hes a guy until an adult refers to him as one. he is frequently called a faggot and not always for ike lover reasons. his passing is also kind of carried by ike calling him a guy. he is marked as a guy in the school system but not for other legal documentation. his foster parents were you know. his temporary parents and knew everything but once in the group home his case worker carefully introduced him as a guy to staff

I forgot pelleas. i dont feel like getting creative with how almedha couldve mistaken him for her son in the age of documentation and dna testing so hes just an 18 year old orphan trans guy out of hs she projected onto before finding soren (this way she can see him as her little girl). she was very weird with him. they were coworkers at chipotle. almedha fucked off to pittsburgh as soon as she found her little soren though rip pelleas he was kind of into having a mom

THERE IS A REYSON. HES THERE... ITS HIS MODEL

There is no reyson did I post reyson model in reply to one of your asks or something?? Certainly not recently

I’m so glad soren is chill and they are all chill with each other and they laugh about the irony. Soren can’t get mad at her for dating a beorc but stefan is like COME ON. BOTH OF YOU???? and that’s awesome

As far as anyone knows soren is just a guy who kind of looks like a girl and that’s why he gets called slurs see that’s so deep. Also ike says he’s a guy. Jokes on them he’s a guy And he’s gay. Sad

almedha chose pelleas as her surrogate son based entirely upon his hair and eye color looking like ashnard and then when she met Soren was like :0 because he looks like her (except white)

#teddie tag

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swtki · 2 years

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Handsome Devil - P.P

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Pairing: Andrew Garfield! College! Peter Parker x Fem! Reader.

Summary: Peter would like to get your head in the conjugal bed.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Smut, swearing, nerds flirting, study date, no established relationship, oral sex (f+m), tit man! Peter, dirty talk, degrading, teasing, penetrative (vaginal) sex, unprotected sex, slightly (?) public as its a dorm room with thin walls, fingering, both parties are switches, use of she/her pronouns for reader, pull out method, size kink (he is always bigger no matter your size), let me know if I missed any!

A/N: This song makes me feel some typa way im ngl

Handsome Devil - Hatful of Hollow - The Smiths

Her back was flat against his dorm rooms floor, while Peter himself was sitting at his desk and avoiding eye contact.

“Aha!” she exclaimed, sitting up with a fast and smooth motion, “I got it! Take a look, calculus god Parker.” She handed her notebook to him and his eyes scan the page.

“Good.” He said softly. Why in the world did he agree to help Y/N out with her studying? He struggled to even talk to her in passing, why did he sign himself up for 1 hour every Wednesday and Thursday alone with her. In his room, no less.

“Good? C’mon Parker, look how far I’ve come because of you. I really am so grateful to you, how can I make it up to you?” She shifted on her knees, which made her shirt ride up and expose her hip just enough. Peter quickly looked away and felt his face heat up.

“Don’t worry about it, glad to help.” He swallowed hard, and she knew he was never going to come out and say that he wanted her flush against him, clothes nowhere to be found.

“I know you’ve been looking at me, Peter.” He froze as she started to stand up.

“Wha-?” He starts.

“I pretend to not notice all those times you look down my shirt, or stare at my ass when I bend over.”

“I am so sorry, I feel so gross and I mean obviously that was such a violation of your personal-“ he took a deep breath and with innocent puppy-like eyes said, “I’m sorry.”

She giggled and stood a few inches from a still sitting Peter, “Peter, it’s okay. It flattered me in a weird, Peter specific way.” For the first time all day, he looked her in the eyes.

“I really like you, Y/N.”

“Can I kiss you?” She put her hands on his shoulders.

“Please.” He said quietly. Y/N leaned down, placing her soft lips on his. To say that the pair had both been dreaming about this for a while would be an understatement. Slowly, he put his hands on her waist, deepening the kiss. They were both very careful to not overstep. She finally pulled away for air, leaving him red-faced and panting. She linked her hand in with his, and gently tugged, signaling that she wanted him to get up. He complied, towering over her as soon as he stood. He bent his head down to kiss her once more, this time the pair ventured to the bed.

Her hands snaked up to his scalp, pulling at the locks of brown hair that covered it. A small groan left Peters throat, causing her panties to pool even more. When he put his hands on her hips, the flame that was inside of her had petrol poured on top of it. He pulled away, moving to her neck. Her mouth was agape as he left sloppy kisses along her jaw all the way to her collarbone. He was careful not to leave any marks, worrying that it would backfire on him.

He looked up at her, and pointed to her blouse, “Can I?”.

“Only, if you do too.” She was a bit shy, which was funny considering she was the one to initiate the encounter. He smiled, sitting back on his knees and pulling his t-shirt off. She did the same, leaving her bra untouched. “Touch me, please.” She begged.

He didn’t need to be told twice, gently groping her tit through the foam cup. His pants were getting tighter by the minute. He decided to forgo the embarassing trial of a front clasp or ,even worse, a back one; He pulled her garment down just enough to let her nipples feel the cold air and harden. Without hesitation, his mouth latched onto her left breast, kneading the other with his hand. Small whimpers left Y/N’s mouth. As much as he felt like he could spend eternity with his mouth full of tit, he wanted to move on.

“Y/N, can I go down on you, baby? ‘Wanna taste you.” She let out a shaky breath and hummed a yes.

He kept going lower, kissing her torso as he went. Carefully, he unzipped her skirt, using the last of his self control not to rip it off. With the image of his brown eyes looking up from between her legs burned into her head, she let out a shaky breath.

As he kissed her inner thigh, his thumb gently rubbed her through her panties. A quiet moan left her body, causing peter to press a bit harder. Once he decided he had waited just about as long as he could, he hooked his strong fingers around the elastic and pulled them off of her.

The way her cunt almost dripped, the way she already looked so blissed out, it was almost too much.

Her eyes were closed, but opened when he licked a flat tongued stripe. He lapped at her, the sweet taste flooding his mouth.

“Peter, keep doing that please!”

“You like it? Tell me what you want, baby?” He went back to rubbing the nerves lightly.

“Peter, I-“ she let out a harsh groan as he pressed harder with his thumb. “Please, need you to- oh!” She couldn’t get a full sentence out.

“Need me to..?” he teased.

“Fuck, please keep rubbing my pussy!” He smirked and did as she said, the coil in her belly ready to snap. As he sped his thumb up, she felt herself come undone for the first time that day. It was a sight to behold, her back arched, eyes rolled back into her head, a high pitched whine filling his ears. He slowed his movements as she came down, kissing the inside of her thigh once more.

“Think you can return the favor, sweet girl?” He sat back, gesturing to the prominent bulge straining against the denim.

“Mhm.” She was too weak to speak, but sat up and snaked herself onto the floor. Her fingers skillfully popped the button and unzipped the jeans, he lifted his hips as she pulled them down. “Are these,” She narrowed her eyes, “Comic book boxers?”. He blushed and smiled. “Would’a guessed as much.” She gently stroked him through the fabric, pulling a soft whimper from him. As her eyes looked up at him, he knew he would be in trouble. Though the spider powers provided a record breaking libido, he feared that he would bust in that moment.

Her hand crept under the elastic, feeling the warm and hard length in the palm of her hand. Without hesitation, her tongue ran along the prominent vein. With a whimper, his hands flocked to her hair, making her scalp sting in a strange way. As she wrapped her lips around the thick tip and pushed him down her throat, tears stinged at her eyes. She came up, and went back down; each time more spit accumulating on his cock and her face. She maintained eye contact with Peter, watching as he could barely keep them open. Without warning, he lightly yanked her back and off of him, leaving her on the floor; panting and painted with her own saliva.

“Come lay down, baby.” He patted the mattress and she did as told, too tired to say anything. “Oh!” He stopped and it snapped her out of the trance she was in, “I don’t have a condom.” He looked disappointed.

“I’m clean.” She looked at him through lustful lenses. He got the hint and lined himself up with her, watching as her back arched with each inch pushed in. As he bottomed out, he pushed away the strong urge to fuck her dumb, he needed to be gentle; at least for now.

Slowly, he snapped his hips to hers, quiet whimpers leaving both parties mouths. Her eyes were threatening to sink closed, but the way she fought to keep them open was something he couldn’t describe. “Peter, stop holding back.” She said softly, her hand on his shoulder.

“Sorry.” He smiled and blushed, embarrassed that she wasn’t enjoying it as much as he was. He sped up, struggling to lift himself off of her, eventually just collapsing and clinging her body to his. Chest to chest, he could feel the heat radiating from her. The grip she had on his shoulder tightened and her eyes screwed shut, she was close. The grip her body had on him grew tighter and tighter with each passing minute, and he knew she could come undone under him any minute so he put his hand to work, rubbing her clit harshly. She moaned and her eyes rolled back. He could see the fireworks erupting from her body, making his hips falter and abdomen tighten. She almost said something when he pulled out, but the hot drips of cum that dripped down her lower stomach told her anything she would need to know.

Pressing his forehead to hers, he left a small kiss on her chapped lips. “Oh fuck sorry!” He quickly climbed off of her, grabbing a towel from his closet, “Here.” She grabbed it from him and wiped up the sticky liquid, a thick silence coating the room.

“Peter I-“ she started but stopped, reaching for her shirt and underwear, “I don’t want this to be a one off.”

His breath caught in his throat, “Shit, neither do I.” He said with a chuckle. “I just hope you can focus on the textbook now that you’ve cum.”

She rolled her eyes, “You know you’re the devil, right?”

“A handsome devil, Y/N.”

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k1ngdom-of-thieves · 2 years

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Helloo~

I’ve looked at your rules and I’m hopping this is within boundaries(if it’s not pls just delete). Anyways, I was wondering if you could do a scenario where Trey & Jamil SO finds that they have been cheating on them, idk if I wanna make them confront him or something but yeah👍 If you wanna do more characters that would be awesome too<3

This is just fine! the ask not them cheating. just wanted to clarify. I'm just realizing that I definitely made it too long but hopefully you like it!

Cw: Cheating, angst, me insulting high schoolers, cursing, also spoilers for an unreleased event in Jamil’s section

Trey & Jamil Getting Caught Cheating

Trey Clover

How you found out:

You were watching tv, not expecting anything big to happen when you get a text from Cater. W for cater, L for trey

"Heyyy did u and trey brake up or smthg????? hes getting real cozy w/sum1 else rn. i saw him on another person's magicam and they were LITTERALY on his lap >:|"

You quickly said no and Cater sent you a link to the magicam account. Just like he said, Trey was feeling up someone else while you were completely unaware. But what really pissed you off was the caption:

"So glad we could celebrate our 3 month anniversary together! <3"

The Confrontation

You waited for Trey to text you to go on a date before actually confronting him about it. You weren't just waiting around doing nothing though, you and Cater were working together to gather enough evidence that Trey couldn't deny it.

You had both agreed to go to the park so you can embarrass him in front of a bunch of people

Every time he tried to kiss you or even touch you, you leaned away. It made you sick thinking about how he was acting like this with another person and without a shred of remorse. bitch

"Are you ok? You've barely spoken to me all day."

That's when you let him have it. Every magicam photo, comment, with dates and location. And there was a ton. Cater really did his homework

Trey stammered and tried to deny all of your claims. "They were just a friend. We were posing like that as a joke! We were kidding about the anniversary post!"

You were having none of it. Every lie he told you, you had a photo that said the exact opposite. the law has nothing on your best friend You decided to end the charades and showed him one last photo.

Dms between you and the person he was cheating on you with. Where they very clearly stating that they were dating Trey and were just as hurt to find out they were cheating as you were.

You walked away as Trey stood watching you fade from his view. Not only did he lose you, he lost most of the people he was ever close with. Justice is sweet

Jamil Viper

How you found out

You weren’t trying to be clingy but you were seeing your boyfriend less and less everyday. You asked Kalim if he was making Jamil work harder for any reason but he had quickly said no and that Jamil was actually leaving him earlier than usually lately. Why tf would you leave him alone

Of course, this put you on edge. So you chose to do a little research of your own before confronting him about his disappearances. When scrolling through Kalim’s magicam because Jamil thinks he’s above social media and found an account with a familiar last name: Najma Viper.

You message her and find out that she’s Jamil’s little sister, and you were also told that Jamil had been seeing someone else. She texted you saying “I thought that you were an ex or something because he was talking to me about dating someone completely different.”

That’s when an idea came to your mind. And you were going to need the help of a very willing younger Viper. Hell yea im making this messy and you cant stop me

The Confrontation

You were unsure if your plan was going to work, but you had the ever-so-reliable element of suprise on your side.

You met up with Jamil while he was preparing Kalim’s lunch. It was honestly the only time where you could gaurantee that he would be alone for a long period of time. Kalim eats like 3 courses for one meal like the growing boy he is

“Hmm? Oh, there you are. I haven’t seen you a lot lately, darling.” hypocrite

You slowly start the conversation by asking why he hasn’t been around you as of late. He tries to convince you that it was actually you who had been changing your schedule to avoid him and not the other way around.

You then mention that even Kalim has noticed his odd behavior, which is when you notice a very brief change of expression on his face. Then, you continue to talk before doing a very carefully planned name drop.

“Even Najma’s confused about how you’ve been acting.”

He visibly paused. Think of a window’s error screen. He then tried to explain that his sister wasn’t to be trusted and that you shouldn’t have spoken with her.

You then pulled your phone out of your pocket and spoke into the phone. “Did you hear that? Can’t believe your own brother just said that about you.”

Jamil quickly realized what you had done. You had brought his own sister as a witness to his trial of infidelity. You didn’t let him come up with a rebuttal before giving your final verdict. You broke up with him while he was still holding Kalim’s falafel. Ha. loser.

Oh well, you might have just lost your boyfriend but you still made a new friend along the way. :)

#twst trey #Trey clover #trey clover imagines #im really proud of these #you can tell i got really into it #jamil viper #twst jamil #jamil viper imagines #twst x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #jamil viper x reader #trey clover x reader

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your-highnessmarvel · 3 years

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From Bleak to Bright

Requested by Anonymous: the world is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. you’re Bruce’s little sister. you want to go with him during Avengers 2012 because you’re the only one that “can calm the beast” if ever he pops out. so you’re just chilling with the avengers in the flying thing. then they bring Loki in. the world goes to bright, bright colors. you don’t want it to be him. but it is. no one knows. no one knows but him.

AN: IM BACK. YES. AFTER LIKE A WHOLE YEAR. the flying thingy. me too i had to google it, ahaha

Warnings: angst, language

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You spun on the stool, facing your brother with a sigh. He scratched the back of his head, the glow from Loki’s scepter reflecting on his specs in a grey light.

“One more hour?” he asked with a wince.

You rolled your eyes. “Okay,” you groaned. “But then we’re off to bed. And I’m putting Celine Dion on the stereo to sleep.”

“Not her again,” he groaned.

You raised a finger, brows crawling up your forehead. “You made me come here on this ridiculous flying tank with the God damned Avengers, of all people, and we’ve been here for four days listening to sounds of water dripping and Cap’s fifties music.”

Bruce sighed, leaning his forehead into his palm. “Fine.” His hands went up in mock surrender. You could see the tension in his shoulders, straining against the material of his chemise.

Not that you could see the color of it. You imagined it was blue. Bruce liked blue. Bruce knew colors. Of course he did. He’d met his soulmate such a long time ago, you’d forgotten she even existed.

But not you. You’d gone through life in the dreary black and white of a world without a soulmate. But now you were curious. You knew the colors by name, but not sight. What does green even look like? Bruce had told you trees and grass were green. Some people’s eyes. Ever since he’d told you that, green became your favorite. Maybe blue could beat it, since Tony Stark had told you the sky was all shades of blue combined.

An alarmed blared overhead, and your first instinct was to run to your brother’s side. Bruce’s eyes met yours, his mouth tugging up at the corners.

He’s fine.

Your hand found the curve of his forearm, still. No one really knew what actually triggered the Hulk, and you, being his little sister, were the only human alive able to tame the beast.

You heard footsteps, many, clambering loudly down the hall. The door to Bruce’s workspace was wide open, and you heard the telltale sound of security making their way down the hall. You frowned. What could they be doing so late at night, and so many all together?

At first, from the windows in the workspace, you only saw the black suits of the security patrol, their reflective masks bright in the hall. They walked in patterned, simultaneous movements, guns held firm in their grasps.

You saw the top of a really - no, seriously, really! - tall head, black hair. White skin. And as the small platoon of security walked passed your door, you saw the man walking in their midst, tied in shackles.

He turned his head, buzzing in your mind, something deep in your chest tightening. And then you saw the color of his eyes.

You couldn’t tell at first. Because the world became so vivid, so bright. He went from black and white to stark and bright and whole before your eyes, stealing the breath from your lungs.

A ringing started in your ears, a burning in your throat. You couldn’t help but stare, watching his eyes drink you in as well, watching his own world turn from ash to bright as the sun.

No, you thought. No. Not him.

Anyone but him.

And just before he rounded the corner, his lips stretched into a smirk.

A cold hand on your arm brought you back. As if slamming back into your body.

“You okay?” Bruce asked.

You gulped. Nodded. Felt your cheeks blooming with heat. “Yeah, of course.”

You could see the colors on your brother, now. Albeit, not being able to tell which specific color it was. And yet he was beautiful. Later, after hours of searching online for colors, you’d be able to tell his hair was black, his eyes a warmest brown, his skin a shade of white a few degrees darker than yours.

But now, it took everything in you not to scream.

You could finally see the entire world for what it truly was and all because of a demi-God wrought with darkness.

No. It couldn’t be him.

You separated from your brother, your mouth dry, feeling his eyes on you. He could always tell when you were troubled. But there was just no way, no freaking way, you’d tell him that you’d just met your soulmate. If he knew who it was... No. You wouldn’t tell him. You wouldn’t tell anyone.

You went to the computer and turned the screen away from Bruce, clearing your throat. Bruce went back to his own computer.

You didn’t even search up colors yet. You searched up the possibility of soulmates being wrong for each other. The computer spat out articles and data from hundreds of years, all proving that the soulmate trigger worked. That the signs of color all proved one had met the person right for them.

You sighed, dropping your head in your hands.

You rubbed at your eyes, steeling yourself for what you were about to ask.

“Bruce?”

“Hmm?”

“Did they just bring in Loki?”

His head raised from his computer. “Yeah.” He frowned. “I’m going to go ask why. Does it disturb you that he’s here?”

You scratched your jaw. “No, not at all,” you said quickly, too quickly. You cringed internally, hoping your face didn’t mimic the shame you felt. “Just - why?”

“I’ll go ask,” Bruce said. If he had any inkling as to why you were suddenly intrigued in God of mischief, he didn’t give any clue.

He left. You took a second to steady yourself. You counted your fingers. Felt the shape of your face.

Then you took a breath in and all but flew out the door.

You followed the maze that was the inner organs of the Helicarrier until you reached the “jail”, which was, upon inquiry, meant to hold your brother if ever you weren’t there to calm him in time.

You watched from outside the doors as Fury talked to Loki. You couldn’t help the fire in your chest as you watched. Loki seemed trapped, looking discreetly around the room, around his glass cage, his green eyes keen on any weakness.

You felt the sweat collecting in the palm of your hands. You waited patiently, praying whatever Bruce was up to would keep him long enough that he wouldn’t come looking for you. You heard broken pieces of the conversation on the other side of the steel enforced doors, but Loki’s voice was even, steady, unafraid.

He knew he wouldn’t be beat here.

You counted to one hundred the moment Fury walked out. Your heart beat vehemently between your ribs, battering your bones. Your knees were putty when you finally, slowly, opened the doors.

The air ruffled your hair, blowing it out of your face.

He stood tall, straight, unmoving, statuesque in the middle of his prison. Hands at his sides. Eyes mild. Mouth straight. He gave no indication that his world had finally shifted after millennia of black and white.

“I didn’t have to wait long.” His voice sent shivers down your spine, your body so reactive to even the sound of his words that you wondered, for just a second, what his touch would do.

You closed the door, tentatively approaching the control board. You saw a big red button and decided maybe touching random buttons wouldn’t do any of you any good.

“What’s your name?” he asked, following your movements with his sharp emerald gaze. He still stood there, like cement was poured down the length of his spine.

You darted your eyes back to his. He was glad in - what you later learned - was a green and gold ensemble, a green cotton cape grazing the floor of his cage. He was beautiful, really. Cut by the finest knife to the most perfect edge.

He smiled then, creasing his cheeks in what you could only feel as adorable.

“Didn’t expect it to be moi, did you, princess?”

You tried not to react, but heat bloomed across your cheeks, giving you away.

“Why?” you asked.

He rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically, breaking his statuesque stance to throw his arms up. “By the Gods,” he groaned, accent thick on his tongue. “You humans are so pathetic. Why this? Why that? Why me? Oh, you want to be so special that you question the straight line of fate as if the entire meaning of the world revolved around you.”

You raised your brows. Wow. He’d been thinking of that for a while.

“Do you know the colors?” you asked, approaching the glass that separated you from your soulmate.

He took you in, green eyes drinking you in from head to toe. He didn’t seem to think anything negative about his soulmate. “I’ve taken sense-enhancing drugs in my lifetime,” he said. “I’ve known colors briefly. Thor taught them to me.”

You nodded. “Your eyes are green.”

His lips split in a grin. “You’re very perceptive,” he chuckled. “And you’re wearing a powder blue sweater. Childish.”

Something in you shifted and you wanted to say something, something bad. Something along the lines of, “what is your favorite color?” and then run and wear it.

Instead, you approached the glass even more. By this distance, you could see he was significantly taller than you. He eyed you down his nose.

“A human,” he said with distaste.

“Maybe that’s your punishment,” you ventured, your heart railing against your ribs. “Maybe that’s your conundrum. You’ve thought nothing of humanity but the possibility to dominate and squander us under your boot like ants. Isn’t it fitting?”

You saw the anger cross his face before his lips spat the vile things he thought in his mind. “You are not worthy of a God, you fleeting, imbecile, nothingness of a human. I will outlive you before I even grow a white hair. Our children will watch you wither before they’ve even gone to school.”

“Our children?”

That seemed to faze him.

Wow, you thought. Of all the things Loki was, he was traditional. He very well intended to follow through with the soulmate script; to marry you and have children with you.

The thought first amazed you, burning bright in your mind’s eye. Then you thought twice and feigned disgust.

He laughed. “Oh, please, you’re the luckiest woman in the universe to have been bound to a God.”

“Aren’t you a demi?”

His gaze placated you. “I am, but the fact remains that I am greater than you, greater than anything your pathetic little human brain can conceive.”

You rolled your eyes with audacity you didn’t know you had. “Well,” you sighed, shrugging, hands in your back pockets. “What now?”

He cocked his head. “What do you mean?”

“Are we to start this - thing, or are we to go back to our normal lives and, hoping you don’t obliterate the planet, we never see each other again?”

His jaw clenched, working. “You know it’s physically impossible now for us to be apart.” He said this through clenched teeth, hands in fists.

You shrugged again. “I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t mind never having to look at your ugly mug ever again.”

He frowned deeply. “Try it, then, you’ll see, mortal.”

You sighed apathetically, turning your back to him.

“Before you go!” Loki called. You turned slowly on your heel, offering him nothing but your side profile. “Let your brother know I’m hoping to meet him soon.”

The blood in your veins went cold.

Part 2? Anybody?

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tojisun · 3 years

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Honestly I get it, the situation in how we break sucks for y/n, but at the same time…I’m glad she ended up with gojo. She deserves to be someone’s first and only choice. With toji her love would always coexist with toji’s pain from his wife leaving, and I feel like it would impact their relationship in the long run because it was doomed to be unbalanced—it was always y/n giving way too much and receiving too little in return—-and obviously a relationship isn’t about what you get, but too much of an imbalance will always result in resentment and dependency. with gojo there’s nobody else. Y/n deserves someone who wouldn’t make it into a choice. And her true love is the one person who beat toji’s ass lmfjkdlskdns (in canon anyways). And I think both toji and mamaguro know this.

Like it was mentioned before, mamaguro will probably have to deal with the guilt of having left her child. Even if she’s forgiven, she’ll probably still feel that guilt, along with the fact that while she and toji love each other wholeheartedly, there will always be a part of toji’s heart that holds a special place for y/n, one that even she can’t touch. And she accepts that, and understands it. they both know that this is something that can’t be helped, it’s the consequences of their actions. It doesn’t make their love any less valid—he did choose her, and he would again. mamaguro would still feel jealous and then feel guilty about feeling jealous towards the woman who did what she couldn’t—give Megumi the maternal love he needed after the pain of having his own mother leave him—and healed Toji’s heart enough for him to love (to love HER again). She realizes that she owes y/n for her family.

So I think that when they were both invited to y/n’s wedding (with Megumi perhaps?) they would both be genuinely happy for her. Toji would grumble about how obnoxious Gojo is and that you could clearly do better, but Mamaguro shushes him and tells him to be nice, and points out how he looks at y/n. Like she’s the source of all the happiness in his life.

And Mamaguro smiles, and feels genuinely, truly happy for you, that you’ve finally found a love and a happiness of your own after giving so freely to takers (takers like her and Toji, she thinks, because she still feels guilt in the pit of her stomach over having ruined your whole life just by showing up) without getting anything in return. But seeing you finally being loved, it also eases her own guilt—which she realizes is selfish, but she also knows that said guilt bleeds into her interactions with Megumi whenever you’re brought up—and she knows that her son can sense it. And she hopes that the closure she receives will allow her to be an even better mother to him.

And she hopes she’s conveyed this enough when the two of you later have an awkward chat (toji’s off somewhere having a surprisingly sincere talk with gojo “take care of her, alright? I never could.”) It’s quite short, as there are a lot of wedding guests. But you both realize the happiness you feel for each other, for being truly loved. And y/n is glad that gojo invited the two of them (I think u mentioned in an earlier Drabble that he did) because you finally get closure. So you two hug because that would be rlly sweet (it’s an awkward hug, but a really sincere and comforting one). And you’re happier than you could have ever imagined. Because when you see Toji, it just confirms your love for Satoru (and you later tell him all this to thank him for his idea to invite them, even if he did do it out of spite probably.)

Ah I’m sorry for the long spiel, but your fic was so SO good and inspires so much thought and discussion. Which is really difficult to do as a writer.

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!!! AND DONT WORRY ABOUT THE LONG ASK, I LOVE LOVE IT SO MUCH!! [x]

AND YES TO EVERYTHING!!!!!

i genuinely do not know what else to add because this is written so beautifully and i just feel so happy it’s kinda embarassing how im fr rolling around the bed screaming and crying and-

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to allow mamaguro and the reader a chance of being friends (or finally talking or something alike) is, ultimately, the sign that each and everyone has moved on. and they all deserve that.

before all that though, the road of the reader realizing that satoru is the one and mamaguro’s realization that the rerun of her relationship with toji was made possible because of the reader needs to be smoothed.

i love that mamaguro acknowledges all your part in the lives of her family. i love that she isn’t brushing it aside because it is your selflessness and love that allowed their family to move forward together. when her insecurities come, and they will come because your impact on both toji and megumi remains, she will remember of your kindness. the very kindness that was at the expense of your happiness.

it is with these thoughts that mamaguro moves on too. she still feels guilty, especially when she sees how toji tries to chase away those insecurities and guilt, but she moves on. to allow herself to wallow in your expense even after re-establishing her relationship with toji is a slap on your face. so she cultivates their relationship and lets it flourish.

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the wedding oh my god YESSS

mamaguro comes to you, congratulating you for your marriage. toji and satoru are out so no one is there to buffer the descending awkwardness. then she apologizes. she unearths the guilt she’s been carrying and when her voice is wobbly from trying to suppress her tears, you will pull her up, teary eyed and all, but smiling all the same.

“it’s okay,” you will say because it is. and she will see how much you mean your words and her heart will finally ease.

the hug is awkward and yet it is much needed.

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“why’d you bring me out here?” the brat asks him. toji thinks it is out of disrespect, yet toji studies the tenseness of satoru’s jaw and the stiffness of his back, and toji realizes that satoru’s not being a brat. he’s angry. and he’s barely containing it.

“i’m sorry,” he says instead. satoru blinks at him, surprised. “i’m sorry for thinking you’re not enough for y/n when i barely am a better man. so gojo, make her happy. take care of her, okay? i never could.”

satoru is silent for a moment before nodding at toji. toji watches satoru walk away.

that’s that, huh?

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when toji asks you for a dance, the one just before satoru’s, you accept his offered hand. you smile and laugh when he congratulates you stiffly.

“thank you,” you say.

“no. thank you.”

the dance ends and toji walks you to satoru who meets you in between. you do not even notice toji step back beside his wife as you gaze at satoru who looks back at you with such reverence.

this is the man you are in love with and you are so, so happy that you are going to spend the rest of your lives together.

satoru looks at you as though he thinks the same.

#how we break #anon #ask #THANK YOU SO SO MUCH OH MY GOD #i read this and cried a bit and omg it's so rewarding #and i loooove these dynamics #this is what i wanted my fanfic to express and im so happy that it did #ily anon /p #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro toji #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #long post #suns.rq

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seollenda-moved · 2 years

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hello :D im the person that submitted an ask for the soulmate!au yeji x reader :) i just want to say the imagine was amazing :D thank you for writing that submission ☺️ may i ask for another soulmate!au yeji x idol!reader in the same universe as that one? maybe of them pining for each other then confessing? or just them discovering they’re each other’s soulmate, it doesn’t really matter :) thank you again :D

aww okay i’m so glad you asked for the follow up because i had thoughts about where it would go too.

let’s leap, she said (part 2 to yeji soulmates au)

CW: n/a

word count: ~660

the frequent sightings of the two of you together the next couple months didn’t go unnoticed by fans, who also began to speculate about soulmate-ship. of course, shipping wasn’t particularly out of the ordinary, and you’d been warned to expect it.

but why did it seem to touch such a nerve this time?

your coffee dates and hangouts were just sunbae to hoobae, a close unnie, you assured yourself. you’d never had a figure in your life like her, so when your member called it—

“a puppy crush. you have a total puppy crush on her!”

—you didn’t know what to make of it.

all you knew was that she seemed to like spending time with you as much as you did. conversation flowed like water between the two of you, until you spent late nights to early mornings lying on the floor and chatting endlessly.

one such night, conversation somehow wandered to soulmate marks. rather, how impossible it felt to believe in them, sometimes.

“the curse of a discreet mark.” you pouted, staring up at the ceiling.

“a curse, or a blessing?”

drowsiness made yeji’s words take a bit longer to register for you.

“a curse,” you repeated, turning your head to look at yeji who also lay on the floor next to you. she had her eyes shut, but was still listening. “you know how many dead ends i’ve ended up in? i get way too invested before finding out they weren’t the one.”

“i think you’re just a romantic,” she giggled at you. her cheeks crinkled her shut eyes into sweet crescents. you turned back to the ceiling, glad her eyes were shut to miss the blush on your face. “well, i think it’s been a blessing.”

“how?”

“i don’t know…i guess there’s just never that expectation when i meet someone. i get to know them as just another person first.” she turned to face you now, her head pillowed on one arm. your heartbeat picked up, and you couldn’t bring yourself to meet her gaze. the softly dimmed ceiling lights cast marks in your vision as you became acutely aware of the little space between the two of you.

yeji took a breath. “but maybe that’s all moot, right?” you sensed a nervousness in her tone, the way she got when you knew she was holding back something. but this time she said it. “moot when you fall for someone in the end.”

she waited with bated breath for you, until you finally had the courage to shift onto your side and meet her gaze. her eyes were wide and curious and only a little bit apprehensive.

“do you want to know?” you murmured.

she fell silent for a while, thinking but never looking away from you, across your face and searching as much on you as within herself.

“i think it might hurt too much if i found out it wasn’t the case,” she started slowly. you nodded, and with the most casual gesture possible, reached out to brush her left side, just on the lower rib cage…

…and her eyes widened like saucers, the light catching in them until they sparkled with disbelief and growing hope. you couldn’t stifle a giggle now, a contagious laugh.

“fuck it, right?” she mumbled, her hands shaking as she lifted her shirt just enough.

a wave of shock and utmost joy washed through you like an electrifying wave, setting your whole self into shaky excitement. it matched—she saw it too in your own skin, her eyes springing to tears, her hands flying to cover her mouth in surprise and relief.

“no way,” yeji giggled breathlessly. her cheeks pinked, suddenly shy before your warm gaze. you reached out a tentative hand, which she took and squeezed. she dabbed at her tears, giving you that beaming smile that you’d grown affectionate towards already. you opened your mouth, unable to find clever words when so entranced in her eyes.

you settled for a simple start at the beginning.

“hi, soulmate.”

#itzy imagines #yeji imagines #yeji #itzy #reader x yeji #itzy fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #fluff #au

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 3 years

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is it okay if I ask for some more nsfw Nayeon x reader content 👉👈 Nayeon has been on my mind alot lately

Im Nayeon x AFAB!Reader x Yoo Jeongyeon (slightly)

Word Count: 2897

Contents: dom!twice, sub!reader, Mommy kink, Daddy kink, fingering, oral (reader giving), nipple play

Note: yet another that is not proofread asjdhajsdkjhakd

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You weren’t thinking too hard. The day had been long, from canoeing for hours, portaging the canoes and carrying supplies, and hiking up to where you were all camping. Then everyone setting up tents and making food. On top of that you had spent the evening drinking. So at this point you were purely vibing.

So when Nayeon took your hand in hers you easily moved closer to her. When she danced with you you moved with her. When she whispered in your ear to follow her to her tent that she and Jeongyeon had set up away from the others you did. And it was no surprise that you were now underneath her, her tongue slipping into your mouth. Her hand was gripping at your waist, pulling your body close to hers as she ground her hips down against you.

“You’re so much fun to play with,” she hummed.

“And you needed entertainment,” you teased.

She grinned against your lips. “You’re more than entertainment.”

“Are you also trying to prove you’re the best in bed?” you chuckled.

Nayeon pulled back enough to look at you. “I don’t have anything to prove. I know I’m better than Hongseok.”

“So it’s a reminder then.”

“I also believe you owe me an orgasm.”

You gently pushed her over until she was under you. “I believe I do.”

“I know I rocked your world and set the bar high,” Nayeon murmured. “So this better be good.”

“What if I’m just bad on purpose?” You chuckled between pressing kisses to her neck.

She threaded her fingers into your hair. “Don’t be a brat.”

“Yes Mommy,” you teased.

Nayeon’s gaze darkened as you started to push her top up. “Don’t say that unless you mean it.” She warned.

“What if I do?” You questioned, pulling her shirt over her head.

“Then say it. Just don’t misbehave.”

You didn’t say anything more as you dipped your lips to her chest. You kissed along her breast, moving the cup of her bra out of the way before taking her nipple between your lips. Nayeon let out a sigh, relaxing back a little but staying propped up with a pillow to watch you.She kept a hand in your hair as you ran your tongue over her nipple.

Your mind turned over the idea of the pet name in your head slowly. You were still drunk, though not as much as you had been. Between Nayeon giving you a bit of water in between dancing and the time since you finished your drinks you could feel yourself sobering up. If you were fully sober you weren't sure if you could handle Mommy, but in this state, it might be fun.

“Mmm, just like that,” she hummed as you pressed kisses across her chest and to her other breast. Your fingers trailed over her skin lightly, running over her stomach, along her sides, and up her breasts, though not to her nipples. Only your lips teased her chest full.

Soft sighs and little moans left Nayeon’s lips. You glanced up at her to see the warm, pink flush, evident on her cheeks even in the darkness of her tent. Her little sounds where sending small thrills of arousal down your spine.

“That feels good, beautiful,” she murmured, playing with your hair. You hummed against her nipple, listening to and feeling her let out a quick breath at the sensation. Your tongue swirled around her steadily as you fingers teased her.

Slowly she started to squirm a little under you. Her hand tightened its grip in your hair and she pulled you back. You resisted for a moment, trying to suck on her chest just a little more but releeting when she pulled harder.

“I already told you not to be bratty, gorgeous.”

“Of course, Mommy,” you grinned.

“You better hope you do a good job,” she warned.

“Yes, Mommy,” you said, much more sweetly.

You knew you weren’t trying to be much of a brat, and you thought as much as you started kissing down the center of her stomach. Your tone was much sassier than you meant it to be but it was fun seeing Nayeon getting this worked up. Still, you would do a good job. As much fun as it might be to see her punishments, the experience of her coming on your tongue was far more worth it.

You undid her shorts and pulled them off. Nayeon spread her legs for you, pulling your head in with a hand in your hair. You followed her lead now, focused on finding just what she liked. Your hands came to grip her thighs as you settled between her legs. You left a few stray kisses along her inner thighs.

“Don’t try to tease me.”

“I won’t, Mommy,” you hummed, the word feeling more and more comfortable in your mouth.

You did as she said now, bringing your tongue out and dragging it slowly through her folds. You couldn’t help the moan you let out at her taste, gripping her thighs just a little more strongly and pressing just a little closer.

Nayeon let out a few quiet moans as you started. Her fingers massaged your scalp soothingly as you moved your tongue. You kept your movements slow and even, flattening your tongue over her clit with each pass,

You kept your gaze on her , watching her face. She ran her free hand through her hair before bringing it back behind her to support her. There was a dusting of pink on her cheeks and her eyelids were heavy as she watched your movements, going between biting her bottom lip between her teeth and letting her mouth hang open in a small o.

Whether she kept it closed or whether it was hanging open her sounds still passed out into the air. Nayeon was never shy about her sounds and as you started to pick up the pace and try different movements over her clit with your tongue she let out increasingly louder moans. You listened for just which movements drew the loudest shroud from her lips, trying to do them again. Your eyes flicked up to meet hers again, more and more lust in her gaze every second.

Her sounds ran through your body. Slowly you were finding yourself more and more wrapped in her. Nayeon was slowly taking over all of your senses as you ate her out. You felt the touch of her soft thighs under your fingertips. The taste of her cunt was on your tongue as you dipped inside her before going back to teasing her clit again, moving just a little faster.

The sweet scent of her body hit your nose with each inhale, mixing with the warm scent of sex that was quickly filling the tent. Each time you looked up you met Nayeon’s hungry, needy eyes. The sight sent more arousal rushing through your body, knowing all of the ideas of just what to do to you running through her head.

The sounds though were the most dizzying. Nayeon’s moans only seemed to get louder and louder. Curses slipped out under her breath. And here and there her “right theres” or “just like thats” sent a shiver through you. Those moans mixed with the lewd, wet noises of your tongue until she was the only thing in your senses as she started to get close to release.

“Mm, just like that, beautiful,” she moaned. Her voice was breathy and the part of your brain that was becoming more and more sober by the minute was glad that she had pitched her tent a little far away from the others.

Her grip in your hair tightened as she started to roll her hips against your face as much as she would allow. You gazed up at her as her head fell back against the mattress, letting her body down against it as well. You felt the tremor that ran through her body as your tongue kept moving, pushing it just a little faster.

You let a hand pull away from her thigh and trailed up her body. Your fingers found her nipple, pinching and rolling it as you ate her out. More curses fell from her lips as she moved them, on the edge of pure bliss.

You moaned against her core, feeling her legs start to press in around your head. Gently, you brought your lips around her clit and sucked on it.

“Oh fuck!” Nayeon let out a cry as she came, thighs squeezing your head as you ran your tongue over your clit with it still between your lips. Your fingers kept playing with her nipple until she stopped your ministrations and started to pull your head away.

“Did I do a good job, Mommy?” You asked, sounding much more genuine than you had before.

Nayeon gave you a grin as she recovered from her blissful state. “That was so good, beautiful,” she cooed, pulling you up closer.

You gladly kissed her, smiling when she started to tug at your shirt. You let her take it off easily, sighing into her kiss as her fingers trailed over your skin. She reached behind you to take off your bra and you let it fall away. Her hands came up your front, cupping your breasts and slowly playing with them. You pressed into her touch with a moan.

“Are you needy, gorgeous?” She cooed.

“Yes Mommy,” slowly, desperation was welling up inside you. Each time you said it, the word “Mommy” felt better on your tongue. You gripped at her shoulders as she kissed you and played with your chest, all too eager when her hands slipped down and started to undo your shorts. Nayeon chuckled against your lips.

“You’re cute when you get this needy,” she murmured. “I should properly tease you.”

“Mm mm,” you pouted slightly against her lips and she laughed.

“I’ll be nice tonight since you did a good job.” She replied.

You let her pull you shorts and panties down your hips before you eagerly shifted out of them. Nayeon turned you around, sitting you between her legs and pulling your back to rest against her chest. She smoothed her hands over your thighs, pushing them out wider as you leaned back and gripped onto her thighs, feeling impatient.

“Do you want me to touch you?” She teased, knowing full well the answer.

“Please, Mommy,” you moaned. Any apprehension with the word was gone as it rolled off your tongue. You simply wanted her to get you off.

“You’re being so much better now,” she purred in your ear as her fingers drew through your folds. “And you’re so wet for me.” You let out a shaky breath as she gathered your arousal on her fingertips. She brought two fingers to your clit, starting to circle it slowly.

“Fuck,” you sighed, leaning your weight back against her.

“Are you all sensitive from getting me off?” She teased, moving her fingers a little faster as your hips started to chase the sensation even more.

“Yes,” you breathed. “You sounded so good, Mommy.”

“Where was this sweetness at the beginning?” Nayeon murmured in your ear. “You’re being such an angel for me now.”

“I-I don’t know,” you stumbled as she pressed two fingers inside of you. Her movements made you moan as she quickly found the spot you loved again.

“Just a few warnings and you’re much better behaved,” she cooed.

You let out a moan in response. Her fingers pulled out of your cunt, coated now in your own slick, and she rubbed your clit much faster. The feeling sent bursts of pleasure rushing through your body from your core. You rolled your hips towards the feeling, gripping Nayeon’s thighs as the coil was already curling inside you.

“You pretty thing,” she murmured. “You sound pretty too, even if everyone can hear you when you’re loud like this.”

You buried your face in her neck as much as you could, feeling a sudden wave of shyness. Your brain was filled with much more lust and much less alcohol now. As she thrust her two fingers back inside you you thought about people hearing you. You didn’t want to attract attention. You ever tried to moan too loud, even if the idea of being walked in on gave you a thrill. You knew if you got too quiet she would make you moan louder for her, but you didn’t want to be so loud that the other tents could hear you, even if they weren’t close.

“They won’t hear you,” as if reading your mind, Nayeon whispered in your ear. “You don’t have to get quieter, beautiful. You sound so pretty and I pitched the tent far away. There’s only one person that might hear you.”

With impeccable timing the zipper on the tent undid. You felt embarrassment and a thrill rush through you but as you instinctively tried to close your legs Nayeon pulled her fingers out again, rubbing you clit quickly and making you moan loudly.

“So I am missing a party,” Jeongyeon hummed, climbing into the tent and closing it behind her. You felt your skin start to burn and you squirmed a little in Nayeon’s grasp. You squeezed your eyes shut, still very much turned on from her ministrations. “What a pretty sight.”

The praise made you even more flustered and you whined, peeking at Jeongyeon. She was already giving you a lust filled stare that had you clenching around nothing as Nayeon worked your clit. You gripped tightly at her thighs as Jeongyeon got a little closer.

“I was wondering when you were getting back,” Nayeon chuckled, thrusting two fingers back into your cunt.

“I got caught up,” she grinned. “But I’m missing the fun.”

Nayeon nipped at your ear. “Can Jeongyeon join me to help you finish, beautiful?”

“Y-Yes Mommy,” you whined, still feeling shy but so turned on by the way Jeongyeon was looking at you. She caught your chin, turning your face to look at hers.

“You can call me Daddy.”

You let out a moan at the rush of arousal that ran through you and Nayeon chuckled as you clenched around her fingers.

“They like that,” she purred, pulling her fingers out. Jeongyeon leaned in to kiss you, pressing two of her own fingers into your heat. You let out a whimper at the new angle and the way she curled her fingers into you a few times. When she pulled them out Nayeon shifted you, helping you onto your knees between them.

“Be good and cum for us,” Nayeon hummed.

“Yes, Mommy,” you replied breathily. Jeongyeon pressed closer. While Nayeon sunk two fingers into your cunt from behind Jeongyeon brought her wet fingers to your clit and starting rubbing it in quick, rough circles.

You let out a cry as you fell forwards against Jeongyeon. Your legs shook from the sensation as the coil in your core curled very tight, pleasure rushing through your system from their motions. Curses fell off your lips and you squeezed your eyes shut, holding onto Jeongyeon.

A cry left your lips as you came, clenching around Nayeon’s fingers as they curled into you quickly. Your legs supporting you could hardly pull closed and you squeezed your eyes shut as pleasure crashed over your senses.

Jeongyeon wedged her thigh next to yours as you started to come down from your high. Your body trembled and you whined from the sensitivity. You felt Nayeon lean in near your ear.

“You were a bit bratty earlier.”

“Bratty?” Grinned Jeongyeon. “Then you need to do a little something to make up for it.”

You whined and pressed your face against her neck. You body was sensitive and their motions were relentless, but they already felt so good again.

“I think giving us one more orgasm would be fair,” Nayeon said.

“What do you think?” Jeongyeon asked.

“I-I can- That-”

“You didn’t forget your manners, did you?”

“N-No, no Daddy,” you moaned. “F-Fuck, please.”

You felt your eyes roll back as Nayeon pressed a third finger into your heat. Jeongyeon changed the movement of her fingers, and pressed more roughly into your clit. You let out needy, whiny moans against her neck as the sensation became nearly overwhelming. All of your breaths were shaky and short as the slight pain mixed with rapidly mounting pleasure until you fell over your edge.

All concern for people hearing you fell away as you nearly screamed out while you came hard on Nayeon’s fingers. Stars burst behind your eyes and your body shook violently as you collapsed all your weight against Jeongyeon. You rode out your high on their fingers until your body couldn’t take another second.

They both gently pulled their hand from between your legs. You couldn’t get your eyes open but you felt them lay you down. Nayeon and Jeongyeon snuggled in on either side of you, holding you securely and petting you sweetly.

“You did so well,” Nayeon hummed.

“You look so cute when you cum,” Jeongyeon smiled. “No wonder why everyone wants some alone time with you.”

You hide your face shyly in her chest and they both chuckled.

“That was really okay?” You asked shakily and they pressed kisses to your face in response.

“It was wonderful,” Nayeon reassured you.

#cns au #camp north star au #twice imagines #twice smut #nayeon imagines #nayeon smut #im nayeon imagines #im nayeon smut #jeongyeon imagines #jeongyeon smut #yoo jeongyeon imagines #yoo jeongyeon smut

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