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themuse-if · 3 months

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DEMO (TBA) | Cast Profiles | Cast Interviews

The Muse is a 18+ slice of life interactive fiction novel set at NYU focusing mostly on the art departments in the Steinhardt and Tisch schools. Inspired by my love for shows and movies like Felicity, Fame (the show), Skins UK, and Center Stage. This will not be an accurate depiction of school life at NYU, I'll be taking lots of creative liberties.

Content Warnings: explicit language, sexual themes, substance use, violence, mention of SA

You come from a family of artists and art lovers. Your mother is a passionate curator for a small gallery in the city and your father is a sculptor and painter with a very dedicated cult following. They met when they were just starting out and have built a lovely life for themselves and their two children, you and your older brother Cameron.

Your parents have always been super supportive of you and your brother’s dreams and ambitions. They were a great source of encouragement and guidance for your brother on his path to discovering his goal to become a game designer and you on your path to become whatever you choose.

Growing up surrounded by such creativity just so happened to inspired you to want to create something of your own.

Now that you’ve graduated high school it’s time for you to head off to university! You’ve decided to leave the mid sized city that you call your hometown, and go to the big city NYC! You’ll be attending NYU more specifically, but you won’t be making this move alone you’ll be attending with your best friend Maxine!

What will you discover in your university life?

Will you solely focus on schoolwork or wind up in the raging party scene?

Will you explore new creative endeavors or solely focus on honing your craft?

With so much going on will you even have the time to possibly find your muse, or maybe even become someone else’s?

Design your mc from clothing style to physical appearance to pronouns, gender identity, name, looks, and more.

Choose 1 of 9 majors that grant you different classes with new students and professors: (Studio Arts, Dance, Drama, Photography and Imaging, Jazz Studies, Songwriting, Recorded Music, Collaborative Arts, Dramatic Writing )

Curate your MCs personality and how they react to all the drama and excitement university life has to offer. Style your MC’s dorm room and their aesthetic style.

Navigate the cliques and scenes to figure out where your MC fits in. Maybe you're a social butterfly and you just float from one social group to another!

Engage in a romance with 1 of 10 characters. 5 female/male gender selectable and 5 gender set characters. And 2 poly routes one with The Rebel Rejects and on with The Exes.

Choose one of three part time jobs to give you a little extra spending money for things like spring break and birthday gifts for your new friends.

Follow The Muse through your MC’s freshman and sophomore years. Junior and senior year will come much later in Book Two of The Muse. The third and final book in The Muse series will cover the start of MC's new life after graduation.

Roxanne/Robbie Sawyer: (f/m) The lead singer and guitarist of The Rebel Rejects. Ro is everything you would want in a lead singer cool, charismatic, and super talented. Don’t let their dazzling aura intimidate you though because though they may have a raging wild side they can also be extremely down to earth.

Joleen/Johnny Nielsen: (f/m) The drummer of The Rebel Rejects. Jo is the oddball of the band with a sunny exterior and twisted flower child past. They may be a sweet boho bimbo with a heart of gold, but there’s a lot more that lies behind those blue green eyes.

Delphine/Desmond Hartley: (f/m) The bassist for The Rebel Rejects. De is the super glue propelling the group forward. With high expectations from her parent, and dreams that soar even higher, success is the only option.

Rina/Ren Fukushi: (f/m) R is the best ballet dancer in this incoming freshman class, and no one would ever think to say otherwise. They’re cold and closed off, if it isn’t about ballet then they don’t want to hear it.

Everly/Everett Thompson: (f/m) Eve is a triple threat. Singing, dancing, acting they can do it all. They hope to complete their EGOT before they turn 40.

Karla Reyes: (she/her) Karla is a sophomore at NYU studying Studio Arts. Their favorite medium is watercolor on canvas. They’ve dabbled with sculpting and ceramics...until they broke up with their ex, Faye, and can’t stand to be in the same studio with them.

Faye Winters: (she/they) Fae is every bit the ethereal being they seem to be, and just as flighty. She is a sophomore majoring in dance with a minor in studio arts. She has this effortless charm and beauty that extends to her art whether its her dancing or her sculptures.

Sebastien Auclair: (he/him) Sebastien is in his third year of university, he’s an exchange student from the Paris College of Art. He is studying photography and imaging. Sebastian loves Paris, but he is excited for this change of scenery.

Maxine Matthews: (she/her)Max is your best friend in the world! Your parents are friends so you were destined to best pals since birth, thank god you actually like each other or all those shared family functions would have been really awkward. Max is funny and always has great commentary for every show or movie that you watch together. Which is why you weren’t surprised when they decided to major in dramatic writing. Some people think that you’re too close. They wonder how is it possible that you could be just friends.

Silas Walker: (he/him) Silas is your RA. As your Resident Advisor he's super helpful and friendly. You have question about the best study spots, bad professors, how to use the subway, well he's got answers. He keeps all his advisees at arms length because everyone knows RAs can't canoodle with their advisees. And that just makes it all the more enticing.

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statusexile · 5 months

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Michelin Star Treatment and My Body's On The Menu

Summary: You work as a naked sushi model in a high-end Japanese restaurant and professionalism was the name of the game. But when Ghost and Konig walked through the door, your composure was put to the test.

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader x Konig

Warnings: afab!reader, dub con, exhibitionist, nipple play, fingering, squirting, wakamezake, mask kink, reader goes by she/her pronouns.

Word count: 1,804 words

NSFW. MDNI!

a/n: Nyotaimori (女体盛り) is the Japanese practice of serving sashimi or sushi from the naked body of a woman. This fic probably wouldn’t be 100% accurate to the real-life practice because I’m not Japanese. Nonetheless, feedback and suggestion are always welcome, along with reblogs and likes. Thank you for reading! ❤️

Working as a naked sushi model for a high-end restaurant was never your dream. Your friends and family always find your job as peculiar. They always ask you why would you want to be a human sushi platter for wealthy people. While some people see your job as an art form and others think it’s degrading to women. You didn’t care about their opinions anyway; it kept food on the table and paid your bills and that was all that really mattered to you.

Still feeling a bit groggy from the long shift, you sat down on a bench in the fitting room and began counting your tip money. The day had been long, but the customers were generous, you are pleased with the amount of money you have made today. Even though one group of customers that you got earlier were a bunch of drunk and obnoxious business men. They’re not trying to grope you or anything, but they’re just really rowdy and it hurts your head so bad. Unfortunately, you can’t say anything because you're not allowed to speak while you're on the job.

You get up from the bench and begin tidying your hair and make-up. There’s only one more reservation for the day: a table for two people. Perhaps they’re a couple, you think to yourself. At least it shouldn't be as disastrous as the earlier group, as you walked out from the changing room into the private dining room that was booked by the pair. The interior of the room was opulent. Soft lighting and the sounds of waterfall provided a serene atmosphere, while traditional Japanese motifs of cherry blossom and zen gardens adorned the walls. The restaurant was clearly designed to create a serene and elegant ambience that would enhance the dining experience for the guests.

You took off your kimono, leaving you bare, and climbed onto the dining table, lying down on top of it. The sushi chefs began decorating your body with a variety of sushi and sashimi, placing them on top of leaves that had been sanitized to prevent direct contact with your skin. After that, they covered your nipples and your genital area with flowers. And now all you have to do is wait for the customer to arrive at the restaurant.

It doesnt take very long for the pair to arrive. They’re two tall, muscular men in military attire, and you can see the outlines of their muscles on their clothes. Both of them are wearing masks: one is wearing a skull-printed mask, while the other is wearing a draped style mask.

Your heart skipped a beat when the two men entered the dining room. You’ve always been intrigued by masked men - there's something alluring and mysterious about them. You didn’t know if they were hot or ugly underneath their masks, it doesn’t matter to you, it was the mystery that made you so intrigued and turned on about them.

They sat down on the tatami and ordered sake from the waitress; it didn’t take long for the waitress to come back with their drinks. They began eating immediately, taking some of the sushi that was placed on top of your stomach. The dinner went well so far. You could hear both men talking about their jobs in the military - the one with the skull-printed mask spoke with a deep, husky British accent, while the one with the draped mask spoke with a thick German accent. Soon you learned their names were Ghost and Konig.

They spoke about an upcoming mission, using fancy words, code names, and military slang that you didn't understand. But all you could focus on was their sexy voices - it was as if they were trying to turn you. You couldn't do anything about it - you couldn’t even move your body an inch while you were still with the customer. So, all you could do was stare at the ceiling, trying to not let it bother you.

They were nearly finished with their meals, and you felt a bit disappointed because it means they would leave soon - but you didn't know that the real fun was about to begin.

Suddenly, you felt Konig’s fingers graze your thigh. You were surprised by his sudden action - this felt so wrong that you should have stand up and called the manager at this point - but you were already so turned on at his touch. You could feel a shiver running down your spine.

“So beautiful,” Konig mutters so himself, still grazing his fingers on your thigh, “Shall we have some fun with her, Lieutenant?”

“Your call, Colonel. I’m down if you’re down.” Ghost replied while he stares at you. You could only see his eyes, but you could feel the lust in his stare. It looks like he’s going to devour you whole.

“Alright then,” Konig said as he removed the flower that covered your fold. You’re already so turned on at this point and his action made it even worse.

“Clench your thigh real tight, schatz.” You didn't know why, but you immediately complied with his command, so you clenched your thighs as tight as possible. You could see Konig pouring the sake between them. You could feel the cold liquid grazing your hot skin as you let out a soft mewl from the sensation as it’s slowly running down in between your thighs. He lifts his mask up and starts slurping the sake directly from your crotch, you could feel his soft lips touching your fold. This is so inappropriate, and you could definitely get fired if your supervisor found out that you allowed a customer to do something like this. But your body could only succumb to his action. You’re already way too deep in it anyway and there’s no turning back at point. “So delicious,” Konig said after he finished drinking, wiping his own lips with his hands. “Your turn, Lieutenant.” he added as he passed the sake bottle to Ghost. Ghost did the same thing Konig did earlier. He poured some more sake between your clenched thighs, slurping them, but suddenly after he finished drinking, he opens your legs a bit and give a single lick at your labia. You let out a moan, still trying to keep quiet, but now it’s getting harder. “She’s indeed delicious, Colonel.” he said to Konig in a satisfied tone, “Don’t worry love, we’re gonna make you feel so good” he added. Konig started to remove the flowers that covered your nipples, you could sense the chilly air gently brushing against them.

Konig and Ghost scooch over from their seats, and now their faces facing your breasts. “Open your legs real wide for us, sweetheart. Please, allow us to return the favor for your hospitality this evening.” Konig hums in your ear. Both of them slowly opens your legs, revealing your now dripping cunt that’s been covered with your own liquid and the sake from earlier.

“Shall we enjoy the dessert for the night, Colonel?” “After you, Lieutenant.”

Suddenly, both of them start latching to your nipples, as Konig’s hand starts rubbing your damp cunt with his calloused hand. You let out a loud gasp as you jerk your head back from the sudden sensation. One of Ghost’s hands pinning you down, ensuring you stay still in your place. You tried to wiggle your body, but his hand was so strong, keeping you in your position.

“Be quiet, love. We don't want anyone outside to know we're doing this, do we?” Ghost purred in your ear in between sucking your breast. You could only nod at his words, feeling absolutely lost in the pleasure they’re giving to you. Konig starts to insert two of his fingers inside you and start thrusting them. You bit your lips so hard they’re probably bleeding at this point but you didn’t even pay attention to it as you lost to the overstimulation and pleasure.

“So fucking wet for us” Konig whispered while his mouth is still latching to your breast, now he’s using his thumb to play with your clit and adding another finger inside you. You've already surrendered to them, letting them do whatever they want to you at this point. You could feel your holes stretched thin with his fingers as if he shoved his entire fist inside you because of how thick his fingers are.

Your body shudders as they keep sucking your breasts without mercy and Konig finger-fucking you relentlessly. You’re trying so fucking hard to stay quiet, only letting out soft moans and pants, making everything even more painful than it already is.

“I could feel you’re clenching around my fingers, schatz. Come on, I know you’re so close. I know you can do it.” Konig whispers seductively in your ear. You could feel your brain becoming mush. Your body feels like it's about to explode as you start mumbling nonsense words. You didn't care at this point if anyone outside could hear it, you just want to cum so fucking bad.

It only took a few more thrusts of Konig’s fingers before you cum, your body shakes violently and your vision turns static from the orgasm he gave you. He still thrusting them over and over, milking your orgasm dry. You squirted all over the table, basically drenching the entire surface with your cum.

“Ah, there you go… I know you can do it. Was für ein gutes Mädchen” Konig finally gave one last thrust and pulls out his fingers from your cunt. Both of them give your nipples on last lick after finally letting them go. Your body seems like it can't stop trembling. “So good, so fucking good...” you mumbled softly, your voice is still shaking.

“I guess we have to clean up this mess. We can’t let your supervisor know you’re doing this with customers.” Ghost chuckled as he took a couple of napkins to clean up the mess you made on the table. It takes you around five minutes before you're able to regain your composure.

Both of them stand up from their tatami. Konig pulls out his wallet from his back pocket, takes out some money, and slips it into your hands, giving you a very generous tip.

“Compliment to the chef, the food was delicious.” Ghost said as he opened the door, and both he and Konig went out from the dining room, leaving you alone.

After a few more minutes, finally manage to sit and starts counting the tip that Konig gave you, which basically covers two months’ worth of rent. You can only laugh to yourself, still confused by everything that happened earlier, but you are very satisfied at the same time.

Maybe this is the best job that you could ever have, after all.

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suugarbabe · 9 months

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Peaceful Sleep

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x y/n

Warnings: drinking, fluff

The start of the year party was still in full swing when you and your group of friends tucked away into the back corner to play your usual game of truth or drink. Theo, Draco and Blaise sat across the big couch, in that order. Mattheo took the chair to their right while Pansy and Enzo sat in the loveseat on the left. You sat on a cushion on the floor, elbows resting on Draco’s knees. You had designated yourself as the shot pourer as you were (1) the most sober, though that wasn’t saying much and (2) Mattheo had a heavy hand and you didn’t trust him not to put an extension charm on the shot glass.

As you sat down, Pansy gave you the eyes, wiggling her eyebrows seeing you snug between Draco’s legs. You sneakily gave her the finger as you rolled your eyes, essentially telling her to shut her drunk mouth. Pansy had stayed at yours for two weeks over the summer holiday and you had essentially blabbed about your growing crush on Draco since year three. As soon as he stopped slicking his hair back it was like he was a whole different person, a hotter person. Each summer was just so good to him. He looked a little stressed this year, but you chalked it up to you all having to take your N.E.W.T.S. at the end of the second term.

“Okay, I’ll start us off,” Mattheo began “Truth or dare Enzo!” Enzo rolled his eyes, “truth, I s’pose”. Mattheo’s grin turned delivish, “Okay, how many wet dreams did you have about Pansy this summer!” Enzo’s cheeks immediately turned red. Pansy rolled her eyes, “Merlin, Mattheo, really this is how we’re playing tonight?” Mattheo smirked, shrugging his shoulders, “Isn’t this how I always play? Enzo, boyo, answer the question now.” Enzo shook his head, declining to answer. So you poured him a shot and he took it happily.

Enzo turned to Theo, “Truth or Dare.” Theo sat up straighter, though his eyes were half lidded, indicating he was far more drunk that he was trying to appear, “Dare, give me your best shot.” Enzo sat, thinking for a moment before Pansy leaned over and whispered something in his ear. Enzo’s grin grew as he nodded his head. “Okay, Theo, I dare you to go ask Looney Lovegood to hogsmead this weekend.” Theo looked over to the dance floor where Luna Lovegood was dancing with large glasses on, quite oddly, with a group of friends.

The group watched as he walked over to her, talking for a few minutes before walking back to the couches, a confused look on his face. “Well, what’d she say?” You asked as the group leaned in closer. Theo shook his head, “She said my head was full of Wrackspurts and that I should see Madam Pomfry tomorrow.” You all burst out laughing. You thought Luna was nice and she meant well, but you couldn’t deny how odd she truly was.

The game continued as such, dares being thrown out, truths being avoided. It seemed like any time it was Draco’s turn he would always choose the shot versus a truth or even a dare, which he normally loves. When he began leaning forward, resting his chin on the top of your head, you knew it was time to get him to bed. You softly pushed him off you before standing up and extending your hand to him, “C’mon Drunko Malfoy, you’re going to bed.” He made no arguments, standing up and draping an arm over your shoulder for you to lead him.

Pansy shot you a look but you did your best to ignore her. You heard the others continue with the game as you lead Draco up the stairs and down the hall to his and the boys room. Draco had a growth spurt between fourth and fifth year, making your height difference even more dramatic than it was, and making this walk more difficult than it should have been. You flicked your wand to unlock and open his door before flopping the large boy down on his bed.

You pulled off his shoes as he attempted to pull off his shirt. Your cheeks tinted a slight pink at the sight of his bare chest, his skin like porcelain in the moonlight from the window. You pulled back the top half of his duvet and attempted to make him lay down. “No,” he mumbled shaking his head. “C’mon, Dray, you need to go to sleep. You’re practically sleeping sitting up right now.” He shook his head again, eyes closed as he mumbled, “Can’t sleep with pants on. Belt too hard, help me y/n/n.” He reached out, grabbing your wrists and bringing them to his waist.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you slowly undid his belt for him before he pushed his trousers down, leaving him in silk black boxers. Your face was on fire and you were thankful that Draco’s vision was probably half blurry at this point. He finally tucked his legs under the duvet and you covered him up. “Sleep good, Draco,” you whispered, kissing his temple. You knew you shouldn’t have but you couldn’t help it, besides he wouldn’t remember tomorrow right?

As you turned to leave, Draco’s hand shot out from under the blanket, grabbing your wrist, “Don’t go.” He said it so softly, almost like a child begging. “Lay with me, please, y/n/n.” Your heart wouldn’t let you deny him, so you nodded, “Okay, Draco.” You grabbed a t-shirt from his trunk, slipping your party dress and heals off and throwing his shirt over your bra and panties. It hung on your thighs lower than your dress did that night.

You climbed into bed next to him, laying on your back, hands behind your head. You looked over at Draco. His eyes were closed so you assumed he was sleeping until he spoke up. “I’ve been having nightmares all summer, I don’t wanna do what they want me to do.” You furrowed your brows in confusion, “What do they want you to do? Who’s they?” His eyes opened, they were still glossed over from being drunk, but tears were brimming the edges. “You don’t have to talk about it right now, Dray, I’m sorry. C’mere,” you pulled his face into your chest as he sniffled slightly. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you even closer, hooking your leg over his hip like he was trying to melt into you.

You lightly scratched his back until his breathing evened out. You listened for a few moments, making sure he was fully asleep. After about ten minutes you attempted to roll him off you so you could go to your own room, not knowing how Draco would feel waking up sober, hungover and you in his bed. However when you tried to pull his arm off you Draco’s grip only got tighter. You sighed, not totally hating your predicament.

You closed your eyes, feeling exhausted, eventually falling asleep yourself. You awoke to what felt like your sides being tickled, not purposely but like someone was lightly dragging their fingers up and down your skin. Your eyes fluttered open, you looked down to see Draco awake, his hand tracing the lines of your side, disappearing beneath his shirt and back absentmindedly. “Good morning,” you spoke softly.

Draco jumped slightly at your voice, sitting up in his bed, “Oh, I’m sorry, y/n, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You sat up again his head board, “S’okay, Draco. How did you sleep? Any nightmares last night?” His face dropped, “I told you about those?” You nodded sleepily, “You didn’t tell me what about, and I didn’t push, don’t worry.” He nodded his head, shoulders relaxing a bit before admitting, “That was honestly the best I’ve slept in months.” You smiled widely, “Well I’m glad I could help.” Your heart was beaming, you couldn’t wait to tell Pansy. Draco ran his hand through his hair, “You might have to sleep over every night now, yannow, if you’re okay with that. We do have very important exams at the end of the year and I need to make sure I’m well rested.” You laughed nervously, though you hope it didn’t show, “I think we can definitely make arrangements.”

#draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #harry potter #mattheo riddle #theo nott #theodore nott #Lorenzo birkshkire #blaise zabini

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grunckle · 2 months

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Void Worms as the Demiurge and Iterator Inverses (And also clearing up some things about the Qualia post)

So, I'm going to be going a bit more in depth on the Yaldaboath-Void Worm comparison I brought up in my previous post. Here's the post for anyone who didn't see it already:

I also just wanted to expand upon some things and maybe clear up some confusing parts that I didn't cover in the original post.

But first I'll give a quick explanation on what Yaldaboath (who I'll just be calling the Demiurge from now on) is before drawing the comparisons. The Demiurge is a being in Gnostic belief that created the material world. He is often identified as the god of the Old Testament, and is malicious and inferior to the True God called the Monad, who is above all else.

Of course this is very simplified and I'm leaving a lot out, but what you should take out of this is that he created the material world.

So back to void worms, they heavily resemble the Demiurge in a few ways. Visually, they both share a long, serpent-like body, and glowing "halos".

But beyond that, they indirectly share a few celestial motifs. The Demiurge gave birth to Archons who ruled over different, "celestial spheres." Celestial spheres are a concept in Rain World cosmology, as it's mentioned in the Deep Pink pearl.

"On regards of the (by spiritual splendor eternally graced) people of the Congregation of Never Dwindling Righteousness, we Wish to congratulate (o so thankfully) this Facility on its Loyal and Relished services, and to Offer our Hopes and Aspirations that the Fruitful and Mutually Satisfactory Cooperation may continue, for as long as the Stars stay fixed on their Celestial Spheres and/or the Cooperation continues to be Fruitful and Mutually Satisfactory."

But, even beyond that, they straight up appear visually in the depths through Guardian Halos.

And then Gnostic celestial spheres for comparison.

Void Worms are also described as "stars" within ancient dreams and our own.

Now, this is only a tangential relation to the Guardians who also reside in the Depths, but there is one more thing that I believe cement the Void Worm Demiurge theory that is much, much bigger in the context of Rain Worlds narrative.

Void Worms have a lot of iterator parallels, which lead me and others to believe that they act as a direct inverse to Iterators. Iterators usher beings to ascend past their mortal confines, and Void Worms trap beings in the material world like the Demiurge.

The first of which are just some design similarities between the two. They both have round heads with bug-like eyes, and they both have halos.

Next, the scenes in which we see iterators and the void sea are very reminiscent of each other. There are thousands of iterators above, and thousands of void worms below.

Void worms have 8 arms/tentacles, iterators cans have 8 legs.

But probably the most striking piece of evidence for this parallel is the music that plays atop the Wall and in the Void Sea. They share the same musical motif.

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And, as a quick fun side note:

It's pretty common knowledge at this point that Void Worm skin is corn, but whats less common knowledge is that it's also made of fractal patterns and neurons.

Basically I think all this points to Void Worms being iterator inverses and working like the Demiurge, manifesting the material world and trapping beings within it.

Now, just to clear up some things about my previous post. I don't think the rot itself is made from the ancients' mutated brain matter, but rather the method in which both cabinet beasts and the rot are made are similar. They're both made by taking neural matter, (Five Pebbles's brain in the case of the rot and the Ancients' in the case of cabinet beasts) and mutating it into something else. Its more just a conceptual comparison than evidence the two are related.

Second is more about personal interpretation, but I don't really think that each Void Worm we see is manifesting it's own world. All together they act as the concept of the Demiurge, manifesting one universe. Perhaps they're not even conscious about it, and experience a divine realm similar to us while they swim around aimlessly in the Void Sea.

And finally, adding onto my last point, that's why I don't think the parallels give a lot of insight into how the cycles work, other than that by entrapping creatures in the physical world those creatures are also subjected to the cycle. I have my own cycle theory that I believe works a bit better that I might post later. But yeah I just wanted to clear that stuff up.

#rain world #rain world spoilers #rain world lore #long post #void worm #demiurge #Youtube

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nevieatiny · 3 months

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Loveleaf Town

Seonghwa x reader

Summary: You thought playing animal crossing with your boyfriend would be a cute experience, however you forgot that is Park SeongHwa who we're talking about, a maniac who will never let you hear the end of it after finding out about your little secret

Word count: 1,148

Genre: Pure fluff

author's note: Hi, for those who are not that familiar with animal crossing, a treasure island is a completely flat island that is filled with dropped items that you can take for free, you can only access this type of islands if you have a nintendo online subscription so some people consider this "cheating"

btw, if you play animal crossing let's be friends and visit each others island <3

Mi nintendo friend code is: SW-6709-7599-7760

and the dream address of my island is : DA-3239-5826-9743

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"why would you put a tree in there" he watched the screen while eating a bag of pop corn and putting his long legs on top of you

"park seonghwa i swear to god, if you keep questioning my design decisions i'll break up with you" at this point he just stared at you while furrowing his brows "you cannot take constructive criticism for sure" this time you pinched the skin of his leg between your fingers, only getting a high pitched yelp in response "i don't go to your ugly island to tell you what to do" "hey, what do you mean ugly?!"

and that's how your live has been lately after finally buying your own nintendo switch, yeah maybe he insisted a little, but after playing animal crossing on your boyfriend's console for a while you got exited to have your own island (and maybe making him cry on mario kart) but Park Seonghwa took this game way too seriously, his island had a perfectly symmetrical street, post lamps perfectly placed, he even had a mini mart and all the colors of the island combined perfectly, on the other hand your island was not as planned as his, some streets ended in weird ways, all the houses were decorated with different colors because for you it had to match with the villagers personality, there were flowers of different colors everywhere and blank spaces due to your lack of planning skills, but you were happy with your little island.

Now, on the other side "i'm just trying to help you, just look, that space is empty, you could make a little pound in there" "it's going to be an arcade" you couldn't see his face because if you did you will smack him for sure this time, but you could imagine due to the groan he let out "y/n, it's like a 4x4 space, how are you gonna fit an arcade in there?" "i'll figure out"

you managed to make him quiet for a few minutes after asking him to bring you a bowl of pop corn as well, he silently watched you re-decorate your room for a while, that's something he usually did, just watched you play as if it was the most fascinating thing on the world, you thought it was cute, after you purchased the game he insisted on connecting it to the tv so he could watch you play for the first time, and ever since that moment he would just seat with you on the couch to play, sometimes he would bring his own console to visit each other's islands or just to play together, you both agreed to just play animal crossing to be on good terms after you almost ripped each others heads playing overcooked the first time, if you thought that Gordon Ramsay was bad, you should meet chef Park Seonghwa.

"wait a minute" oh no, here it comes " that's a seasonal item, how do you have that?" you knew this moment would come sooner o later, maybe you should've tried to be a little bit more modest with your decorations "... are you cheating?" you dropped the controller on the couch while trying to reach his hand "i can explain" he just moved the bowl out of his way, moving his hand away from yours "no, save it, i can't even look at you right now" and after that he stood up, his head hanging low while heading to the bed room "seonghwa wait " you grabbed his arm, forcing him to face you, but he just avoided your gaze, you love this man but sometimes he took situations to a whole new level of drama "no, you're disgusting, i don't want to see you". this time he covered his face with his free hand fake crying "ok, that was too much" "was it?, im sorry love" immediately after that he gave you a soft kiss while grabbing your free hand "but you're still a cheater tho" you rolled your eyes after hearing that, letting your head hang backwards as a child would do while being scolded "hey don't roll your eyes at me" carefully he grabbed your chin to face him "it's just that i don't want to wait for the store items to change every day, i wanted to have cute things" "yes love, but that's part of the game, building your island little by little" this man and his stupid rules " that's boring tho" "don't ever say that again or I will break up with you"

After convincing him of how treasure islands were just a complement of your hard work (and agreeing to wash the dishes after dinner) he asked you on a "date" on his island, grabbing his own console he sat beside you again all giggly and happy "wait, you're not gonna wear that to our date right?" Park seonghwa you're lucky you're handsome and great in bed "what's wrong with my outfit?" you asked, looking at him directly and tilting your head to the side "it's just... y/n you're wearing socks with slippers and a pink safety glasses" yeah maybe it wasn't the most flattering but in your defense you were wearing comfortable clothes to be on your island "please go and change before coming to my island" "ahhh, ok, but i though you would love me no matter how i look" after he picked an outfit for you himself and making a few remarks of how cute your clothes was because it was all "stolen" from a treasure island, you returned to the airport to finally visit him.

He first gave you a tour (again) of his island, showing you the new outside cinema he builded after the last time you payed him a visit, he constantly had to ask you to follow him to show you around because you kept running away, once he got you to sit at the cafe he so well decorated he started to pretend to be a barista to make you a drink, this man was just a little girl playing with barbies a this point "i have a gift for you" you said while dropping an item to the floor " thanks love, i love this flowers, specially because i saw you taking it from my garden" even after that he changed to equip the flower and put it in his hair "ok, this is the real gift" your rolled your eyes, dropping the construction set, when you saw it you immediately thought of your boyfriend "it's not a Lego set, but it kinda looks like one" he seemed genuinely happy with his little gift "awww, thanks love, I feel like when thieves steal jewelry for their girlfriends" "Give it back" he just laughed, kissing the top or your head "actually, i want to build a Lego room so... how do treasure islands work?"

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UPTADE

Hi! thank you for all the love and support, currently i'm working on the next chapter of "Chasing shadows in water" but i've been having ideas here and there for short scenarios like this one in the meantime, believe it or not this man is not my main bias hahahahah

But anyways thank you for all the love you gave to "Mrs. Park?" and i'll continue to write to give you something to read and entertain yourself as i do while reading the work of other authors on this platform.

#ateez #ateez au #ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #ateez imagine #ateez seonghwa #ateez x reader #ateez x seonghwa #ateez scenarios #pak seonghwa

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Change Your Ticket (Part 4)

Rugby Star!Cassian x Reader (A Modern AU)

Summary: Dating famous rugby star Cassian Bailey is a dream. What's not one is keeping your secret relationship under wraps. Will you and Cassian be able to keep from the limelight or will your relationship crumble because of it?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,361

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3]

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Something warm rolls into your body and you hum, still half-asleep. The orgasm you’d pulled from yourself while having phone sex with Cassian had put you in a slightly better mood a few days ago. You’d not only been missing him, but had been busy with the freelance projects you were to deliver by the end of the week, and between catching Cassian’s game on the TV and trying to console Mor while she went through yet another fling breakup, you hadn’t allotted as much time to working on them as you’d wanted to. Now it’s Monday, and you have to work. It will be a busy week with you scrambling to finish up loose ends before packaging the final projects and sending them off to their owners.

You’re dreading the week because of it. Cassian is coming back into town and you wanted to have the designs sent off before he returned from his away game against the Sealions for this reason specifically. He’s more of a welcome distraction than anything, but you take pride in your work and delivering project files in a timely manner. You’ll have to schedule your time with him wisely, if you want to see him and finish your jobs this week.

The warmth cocooning you shifts, gently rolling you onto your back. Hands trail their way across your skin and you release a sigh as they slide your thighs apart, brushing over your panty-clothed cunt. It reminds you of the way Cassian touches you when he’s home from days away and needy. It’s certainly a nice dream.

Searing lips press flush to your cheeks, dipping down to trace the line of your throat, tugging at the collar of the oversized shirt you wear, curtesy of Cassian. He’s abandoned so many clothes at your place that you’ve given him his own space in one of your drawers, through you haven’t actually seen him digging around in there for any, preferring a topless look while he’s here.

You stir when his fingers trace the sensitive skin above your panty line, your stomach jolting at the action. Blinking your eyes open, your hands immediately search for the wall of warmth teasing their way down your body.

“Cass?” you slur, voice thick with sleep. Your fingers find the familiar length of his hair, buried beneath the sheets as he continues his ascent on your body south. His hum of approval when you dig your fingers through his tangled locks tells you all you need to know about what happened.

He has a key to your apartment and must have used it when he arrived late last night or very early this morning. You’d gone to sleep alone last night, knowing that Cassian had been on his way home with the team, though you expected him to catch a ride back to his own apartment because it is much closer to the airport than yours.

“You sound so perfect, saying my name like that.” His voice is just as groggy, laced with the tiredness of travel and a flicker of how much he’s missed you.

His wandering fingers hook around the edges of your panties and you suck in a breath, arching your back already. Heat flushes your body and you can feel the wetness between your already eager thighs grow. Cassian presses a kiss to your cunt through the fabric and it sends shiver zipping up your spine as you buck into him, a breathy moan slipping past your lips.

Cassian’s knuckle brushes across your wetness as he grabs a handful of your panties. You’re unsure of if he’s going to slide them to the side or tear them from your body completely, but you don’t care, as long as he licks you from cunt to clit right the fuck now.

His name is a cry on your lips, the air in your chest shuddering with his movement. Any brush of his skin against yours makes you wild for the man, and you rip the blankets off of yourself to get a full view of the man teasing you between spread legs and because the room has become so suddenly hot that you feel as though you may pass out.

“Cass—” you whine, but are cut off by your alarm clock. It blares to life, screeching a tune that actually makes your stomach coil every time you hear it. You scare, hips rocking into Cassian’s knuckles that pulls the rest of the air from your lungs as you scramble to shut the damned alarm off.

It takes your mind to catch up, to really come to terms with why your alarm is going off like this when you have your gorgeous and eager boyfriend still tugging your underwear to the side like the abhorrent noise didn’t ruin his morning like it has yours—

Fuck. It’s fucking Monday. Which means you have to get out of the nice, cozy bed you’re about to get eaten out in and put on your big girl clothes and go to your big girl job that you were so adamant about having when Cassian had told you to just up and leave and that he’d take care of you.

That’s starting to sound a little too tempting right about now.

A nip to the meat of your thigh draws you back to the debacle at hand. Cassian is not letting it affect him like you are. He’s sliding your panties down your legs, following the path his lips are making.

You tug gently on his hair, pulling him to a halt.

“Don’t say it,” he all but begs, refusing to look up at you like you like he’s planning on continuing his ministrations whether you approve or not. And goddamn do you approve, but reality is a bitch, and she’s crowing in your ear to get the fuck up.

“I have to go to work,” you sigh, dragging your hand from his disheveled hair to caress his stubbled cheek. He keeps his lips planted to your skin, peppering soft kisses into your skin. When he looks up at you, you wish he almost hadn’t, with the way his hazel eyes are filled with lust of a thousand fires.

“Call in sick,” he answers as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world. In a perfect world, perhaps.

You roll your eyes as your mind wanders to Cassian trying to call in sick to get out of practice. Coach Devlin would have his ass and he’d either be benched for the next match or he’d have do practice double to make up for it. The thought of Cassian pouting on the sidelines while the rest of his teammates play makes a smile tug at your lips.

“I can’t,” you groan, letting your head fall back into the pillow. Gods, how can one person be so warm? You want to bask in it like a lion laying out in the sun, let it lull you back to sleep for a few more hours, and then he can make you cum. Or maybe he can make you cum first and then you can let the heavenly orgasm and his comfortable body consume you.

“Quit.”

“Cassian,” you sigh, finally forcing yourself to untangle from him. He pouts up at you, refusing to move, and he’s a lot more solid than you remember. How could you forget he literally creates a fucking wall with his body professionally. He’s like the God of Solid Things. “Please, I really can’t be late.”

Reluctantly, very reluctantly, Cassian removes his hands from your panties and his body from yours, pressing up onto his hands and knees with the grace of wildcat stalking its prey. His thick thighs are pressed against yours, his stiff cock in his shorts butting against your cunt as he meets your gaze. Your cunt clenches and your thighs tremble with the effort it’s using you to keep the spread when all you want to do is wrap them around his taut waist and pull him even closer.

Cassian grins.

“Will we see you tonight? My place? Seven o’clock?” he prods, stealing a kiss.

You can hardly think with him pinning you like this. You’re unable to move any other body part because it’s taking every ounce of focus you have to keep yourself from climbing him like a tree. His cock brushes against your cunt again and you nearly bite through your lip at the motion. Your stomach hurts with how tightly it’s coiled, lust vignetting your vision.

You take a shaky breath but all it does is cause your tightened nipples to brush against his chest. You gasp out, squeezing your eyes shut tightly. “Yes.”

He hums, an approving noise low in his throat. “Good girl.” Cassian rolls off of you, back onto his side of the bed. Air rushes into your lungs, cooling your hot blood.

Fuck me, you think as the words zip down your spine, straight to your cunt. You’re milliseconds from pulling him right back on top of you to finish what he’s started. Your clit is throbbing too much to make sense of anything else besides getting down and dirty with you man, and it takes you more than a minute to gather your bearings and remind yourself that you have to get to work to make money to pay for this place.

His hazel eyes are dark as he watches you scramble from the bed like a frightened deer. His cock strains against the fabric of his briefs and he makes no effort to try and calm his erection down, instead sticking a hand inside and stroking himself from base to tip.

It makes your mouth dry.

“Better get ready for work, sweetheart,” Cassian taunts, stroking himself again. His body shudders with the motion, and you know that sharp look in his eyes means that he’s thinking of all the things he could be doing to you right now. You grab your phone from the nightstand and make you way hastily to the bathroom, avoiding his gaze. “Unless you want a little show to remind you of what you’re coming home to tonight?” His question is said with innocence, but the gestures he’s making beneath his briefs are anything but.

“Gods, Cassian,” you mutter, all but running into the bathroom, shutting yourself in. Leaning back against the door, you pull in a heaving breath, trying to ignore the wetness and want between your legs. You allow yourself five minutes to calm yourself down, but when that doesn’t work due to the low, delicious taunts coming from the other side of the door, you force yourself from your spot, lunging to turn the shower on before stripping down and stepping into the cold, cold water.

“Yes, of course Mr. Stemm, we can absolutely change the shade of green it’s in. Were you thinking more of a forest or a neon green? Celadon, perhaps?” you respond to your client, staring at the logo you’ve designed for him. Admittedly, you’ve been staring at yourself in the tiny box at the corner of your screen for more of the meeting than you should, but you can’t help it, not when you can still feel Cassian’s lips against your neck and his fingers down your pants.

Gods, you catch yourself, straightening in your chair. Hopefully Mr. Stemm doesn’t notice the red creeping across your cheeks and down your neckline. You’d been unable to stop thinking about the boyfriend you left at your apartment. And, apparently, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you either, because Cassian spent almost half of the morning texting you how much he missed you.

Cassian: We miss you already

You: I miss you too. And please stop referring to you and your cock as ‘we.’ It’s weird.

Cassian: What’s weird is that you didn’t want me to fuck you back to sleep this morning.

Gaping, you’d looked around yourself like someone might be reading over your shoulder. Your next nearest coworker, Tarquin, had his head buried deep in his own phone, probably watching ASMR videos. You replied hastily.

You: I would’ve been late  We’ve been through this.

Cassian: How about a quickie during lunch then? I’ve got time.

You: No, you’ve got practice and I’ve got a meeting. Now go!

Cassian: I’m pouting right now, just so you know. Think about me doing all of my stretches, I bet you can get yourself off just by doing that.

You can, and you have. You have an entire folder dedicated to thirst traps made by his fans, and you have to admit, some of them are pretty damn good. Your cheeks burned so hot and your collar tightened around your neck to much that you almost choked.

You: I’m putting my phone on Do Not Disturb, I don’t deserve thisssssss

Cassian: You’re right, sweetheart, you deserve so much more. Maybe even seven, eight, nine inches more.

If your body wasn’t already on fire you might’ve burst into flames at your desk. Like your ass was on fire, you shot off a quick ‘see you for dinner’ and turned your phone to silent. You even took a few calming breaths and wandered over to refill your water bottle before your meeting, having drained yours to the dregs trying to cool the flush of your body and the uncomfortable ache between your legs.

Your fingers itch to grab the phone placed only a few inches from your hand now, but you need to stay focused on your client.

Tamlin Stemm’s laughter rings in your headphones and you have to bite back your smile. He’s a handsome man, not much older than yourself, with blond hair draping long across his shoulders. It looks as if he’s given up trying to tame the golden locks as he runs his fingers through it and it tangles around his digits. His green eyes are piercing even through the screen, and the stubble lining his jaw is not harsh on the eyes either.

He’s been your client for only a couple of months now. Tamlin is opening his own tech company, Manic, and you are the designer tasked with the job to help create his brand from logo conception to creating all of the essentials he’ll need; business cards, stationary, even slideshow templates, and any other projects he may need a hand with.

“I think we both know I don’t know what Celadon is, but I do know that I’ve asked you to call me Tamlin before,” Mr. Stemm—Tamlin gives you that knowing look, the one that you think borders on something a little more friendly than your client should be with you. “Use your best judgement. I trust you.”

You nod, scribbling down the note. Tapping your pen to your paper, you ask, “But everything else looks to your liking? The letters, the brackets making up the ‘M’ in ‘Manic?’” You chew on your lip, roaming the logo again.

You’d stared at so many different typefaces, trying to find the right fit for so long that ‘Manic’ no longer looked like a word, or a word that was spelled correctly, at least. After that it was implementing your sketches, designing a few options for Tamlin to look over and choose from, critiques and rounds of revision, until now, the final stages of his project. You’re proud of the work you’ve done on this logo, and it’s definitely one you’ll be adding to your portfolio.

“It looks better than the drawing I attempted when I thought of it,” Tamlin laughs, and you chuckle along with him. Truly, you’d taken the awful sketch that looked like a four-year-old had drawn it and brought it to life. “You do some amazing work, (Y/N), thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure, Tamlin,” you respond with a grin. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of creating something your client deems perfect, even more so something that you’re completely proud of yourself. You can’t wait to continue developing his branding essentials.

You talk through a few more points, deadlines for his other projects and next steps. Tamlin lets you know that he’ll be in town in a few weeks for a business meeting and asks if you’re open to taking one of your meetings in person with him.

“Of course, Tamlin,” you agree, “Just let me know when you’re available and we’ll set something up.” With a response he’ll be emailing you soon, you finish up the call, sighing and tugging your headphones out of your ears as you relax back into your seat.

Before you even have a chance to reach for your phone, Tarquin’s rolling over on his chair and peppering you with questions. “Gods, you are so lucky to be on that project. Not only is it big, but he’s incredibly good looking too,” he swoons, staring at your screen as if Tamlin’s mossy green eyes are burned into the display.

“Tarq, you weren’t staring at him over my shoulder again, were you?” You groan. Your coworker has the tendency to make as many excuses as he can to turn in his chair and peer over his shoulder at your screen when you take a call with the tech wizard. “You’re going to scare him away someday.”

Tarquin tuts, rolling his eyes. “I am not going to scare him away. If anything, it’s going to be love at first sight.”

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes. It’s hard to take Tarquin seriously sometimes when he’s pining after a new person each week. More often than not it’s people he’s never met, a person in line in front of him at the coffee shop or someone sitting across from him on the train.

You should really introduce him to Mor. They’d really hit it off.

“If you say so,” you tease, turning back to type up your notes before your next meeting.

Tarquin leans in close, a ridiculous smile on his face that instantly makes you brace yourself for his next words. “Unless of course, you want him for yourself?”

You nearly choke, fingers slipping against your keys. Tarquin doesn’t know that you have a six-foot five rugby player with thighs the size of tree trunks tucked up in your bed right now. If only Tarquin could see Cassian now. His jaw would hit the floor.

Stifling your amusement at the thought of Tarquin gushing over your boyfriend, you quickly gather your things, sliding your phone into your back pocket, and standing from your desk.

“Come on, Tarq. Let’s go grab a coffee before the eleven o’clock meeting.”

Your eleven o’clock meeting runs long and you hardly have time to take a lunch because you’re scrambling to keep up with your work for the day. You have another meeting at three with a potential new client, a skin care line that is looking for packaging to be designed in exactly the style you love. You’ve been fantasizing about contracting this client and you hope your pitch is good enough.

Four thirty rolls in by the time you’ve exited the call with the potential clients, feeling better than ever because they agreed that you’d do the packaging for this line, and if all goes well, they’ll look into becoming full-time clients of Reynar Advertising. You’re nearly bouncing off the walls with excitement and Tarquin asks you to get drinks after work to celebrate but you politely decline. You can’t wait to go home and tell the news to Cassian.

The last half hour trickles by slowly, and when you finally have time to shut your phone off of Do Not Disturb while you’re walking to the elevators, your phone immediately starts buzzing with an incoming call.

“Hey, Mor,” you greet, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt. You wanted Cassian to be the first to know about the client you’ve just signed, but Mor is here now, and you’re just too damned exhilarated to keep it to yourself. “Guess what?” you ask, jamming your finger into the ground level button as you step into the elevator.

“You’re dating Cassian Bailey?” she screeches and everything slows to a halt.

“What?”

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Change Your Ticket Taglist: @justasillylittlegoofyguy @starsinyourseyes @jdeclerc @indiedash @kennedy-brooke @tothestarsandwhateverend @azsteris @obsessivereaderchick @aalxrose

#cassian #cassian x reader #acotar #azsazz #acomaf #acowar #rugby!cassian #change your ticket #rugby!cassian au #acotar au

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teriri-sayes · 6 months

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Reactions to Deal Maker's Chapter 202

TL;DR - Alberu teasing Cale by subtly talking about recruiting Basen and Lily to work for the palace. Cale felt like his slacker life dream was being threatened. Cale and Alberu meet Ahn Roh Man via video conference something. Ahn Roh Man's related to the Transparent Blood family.

Overworked Alberu The first part was so funny. Because of the mines Cale gave him, Alberu had been very busy. Even when he hired new people, they were still interns and in training. So when he met Cale in his office, he began to tease the source of his troubles. 😂

He talked and praised Basen and Lily's talents. But Cale realized why he was doing that. He realized Alberu wanted to recruit his siblings to work for the palace! And Cale felt his slacker life dream being threatened! 🤣🤣🤣

Alberu even talked about giving a speech at the opening ceremony of the academy Lily was attending, and Cale had a grim expression as he thought of how to stop it... Cale wanted to support his sister, so if she dreamed bigger and wanted to work for the kingdom, he would still support her... But what about his slacker life dream then? 😂

Raon kept asking Alberu why his human's eyes were shaking or why he looked grim, and Alberu just smiled brightly or laughed out loud. Yeah, he's having fun teasing Cale. 😂

Another funny part was when Cale tried to explain hyunpi and dark past. Despite the explanation, Alberu still took it seriously... which weirded out Cale. 😂 Frankly, I don't know how to explain about Alberu's reaction. I think reading it will be better, because translating it here will be too long.

Ahn Roh Man's Looks Taerang underwent some update and now had some projector function. Which meant that Cale could talk to Ahn Roh Man via a video call. And when they finally saw Ahn Roh Man's face, they were surprised because he was a dark elf Alberu lookalike!

Ahn Roh Man had dark brown skin, brown hair, and brown eyes. His hair and skin were slightly lighter than dark elf Alberu. He wore glasses and appeared to be in his 30s. Unlike Alberu who appeared to be sociable and outgoing, Ahn Roh Man had a cold businessman look.

And then, Cale recalled that this cold businessman was like a version of Alberu who was studious, but was once a gamer who cried about hyunpi and dark past... 🤣🤣🤣 Cale's change of expression was hilarious. Even more when he learned that Ahn Roh Man met The Blue One in the game when he was 15.... Cale thought that was second year of middle school. The exact age of a chuunibyou patient. 🤣🤣🤣 ('Chuuni' means second year of middle school, and 'byou' means disease/illness)

Ahn Roh Man's Family There was some confusion in Cale's group when Ahn Roh Man said that he was part of the family that owned Transparent Co., Ltd. Ahn Roh Man explained that his father was the owner of a small game company. His father's younger brother was the VP, and married the daughter of the family who owned Transparent Co., Ltd.

But his uncle betrayed his father, took over the game company, and with his aunt, handed it over to Transparent Co., Ltd... Why is this cliche in Korean chaebol dramas here? 😂

Some more info. Ahn Roh Man's father was the game developer while his mother was the game designer. The game they created, Raising My Precious Absolute God, was a virtual reality game. Ahn Roh Man became number 1 in the rankings because he felt like he had to. After all, this was the game his parents created and worked hard for.

Ending Remarks Still no info about the Soos, hahaha. But we had some info dump about Ahn Roh Man. Next chapter will probably be more stuff about the game.

#tcf spoilers #trash of the count's family

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momotonescreaming · 8 months

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where the heart is

Rating: T | WC: 11K | Steve/Eddie For everyone who's followed my wip weekends, the wip once known as 'steddie dream house' has now been finished. Hope you enjoy!

“If you could build your dream house, what would it look like?” Eddie said, voice muffled from where it was pressed into the cushions of the Munson’s worn (but incredibly comfortable) couch. He had stretched over the whole thing like a lazy cat in a patch of sun; arm dangling off the side, hand loosely gripping the remote, feet resting in Steve’s lap. They had spent the whole afternoon like this, lazily wasting away time in Eddie’s trailer, enjoying each other’s company and doing not much at all.

Steve looked up from the magazine he had been absently flicking through to glance over at Eddie, to find he had stopped aimlessly flicking through channels and landed on some home renovation show. The volume was down low, but Steve could some blonde couple talking to some stocky builder type, discussing the 70’s conversation pit in some house they were looking to renovate.

“Why’d you ask?” Steve replied, putting down his magazine and resting his wrists on Eddie’s ankles, not bothering to keep place in the magazine he had been flicking through. He hadn’t really been paying all that much attention to it. “Finally planning on spending all that Government hush money?”

“Oh you know it, Sunshine,” Eddie said, smiling over at him and bringing his arm up so he could rest his head on his hand. “All that talk about conformity and oppression was all total lies. I love secret agents, shady Government agencies trying to pay me off, and I go to sleep every night dreaming about sucking Reagan’s dick.”

“Well we all know how much you love Reagan.” Steve snorted, slowly rubbing circles with his thumb on the patch of bare skin between Eddie’s sweats and his socked feet. “Seriously though, what bought this on?”

“This show has reruns on all the time. And there’s always a couple, or a family, or someone looking to build their ‘dream home’.” Eddie says softly, gesturing at the screen with the remote still in his hand. He looks over at the TV, and then back at Steve. “And it makes me think about your parent’s posh nightmare of a house. With it’s unused three car garage, big empty living room, and bedrooms with the ugliest plaid wallpaper I’ve ever seen.”

“Hey,” Steve protests, not really meaning it.

“And I just,” Eddie starts up again. “I wonder what your house would look like if you actually got to choose what was in it.”

Steve goes quiet. It wasn’t something he let himself think about with too much effort - his parents house - because his mother would have a conniption if he even suggested changing anything. All the furniture was carefully chosen from the latest collections, taken from catalogues and various interior designers she loved to talk about. There was a painting in the living room that was worth more than his car.

His own room wasn’t even safe. All of his things that his father deemed ‘inappropriate’ or his mother said ‘clashed with the design’ were tucked away in drawers, and boxes under his bed. Carefully hidden in the back of his closet. His father nodded approvingly when Steve displayed all his awards and medals, the baseball he got signed when he went to a Cubs game when he was a kid, a book about basketball he had never read. The ‘appropriate’ things’. His mother would just barge into his room in a whirlwind of perfume and designer clothes, and announce she had bought a lamp or a vase he was to display in his room.

Everything was decided for him. Harrington’s deserved the best, and they wouldn’t stoop for anything less.

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#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington/ eddie munson #My Writing #It's finally done!!!#it doesnt feel real!!!!#aaaaaAAAAAAA!!!!

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kings-highway · 22 days

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Haikyuu Captain Squad Flashfiction: "Never Have I Ever..."

[all my usual ships apply.]

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They weren't exactly drunk, per se, but the rules of the game were simple, and designed to change that quickly. The question is asked, "Never Have I Ever..." and then, if you have, you are given the choice of either spilling your guts and telling the story, or taking a shot.

Most of the time, games like this were pretty tame and usually in good fun - Oikawa liked to get under people's skin, but nobody was ever really offended, and from where he was sitting now, lounging back against Iwaizumi and having had not so much as a single shot in him yet, he looked like he was getting bored of the game.

Other people - people who experienced more shame - had taken more drinks. Bokuto is looking especially rough, though in his defence he's just taken a shot due to a "never have I ever broken the law," statement Ushijima had made, accompanied by the Fukurodani alumni's suspicious stare at Daichi. Actually, everyone who "had" that round had taken the shot. Daichi, himself, had taken a shot, and then told everyone they could die mad about it, so who knows what that was about.

Either way, some secrets begin to slip and some stories come out and everyone is laughing and enjoying themselves. "Never have I ever... hooked up with a friend's ex," Tendou says, and there's a tense moment of silence as everyone waits to see who's fessing up and who's taking the shot-

"Okay, okay, fine, you got me," Oikawa says, putting his hands in the air and accidentally whacking Iwaizumi in the face in the process. "Hooked up with doesn't exactly apply but I did make-out with Iwa's middle school girlfriend. But it was like 3 years after they'd broken up and she was hot as shit."

"You're gay," Kuroo says, confused by this justification.

"And she was hot as shit, what do you not understand?"

There's a ripple of laughter from among the group, before Daichi is tapping Suga's side, to remind him that it was his turn to go.

"Oh, right..."

Truthfully, Suga also wasn't doing too bad, but there was something about how unashamedly Oikawa admitted to every goddamn little thing that was pissing him off - he had to take a shot eventually! So, thinking he has an ace up his sleeve, he says:

"Never have I ever had a sex dream about someone else's boyfriend," and waits confidently, expecting Oikawa to raise his hand and also expecting him to not be brave enough to admit it to a group of people he is sure must contain the subject - Suga would put his money on Ushijima, but Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, hell, Suga or Daichi himself even seemed likely candidates.

What he does not expect is for, yes, Oikawa to raise his hand, and then behind him, Iwaizumi to do the same. And then - he watches in abject horror as both Kuroo and Kenma lift a hand, Ushijima and Tendou both raise a hand, and he feels, beside him, Daichi raises his hand.

Everyone is staring at each other in silence. The only group with no skin in this race - Bokuto and Akaashi - are glancing around the circle with nervous eyes. Even Bokuto seems to have grown suddenly very aware of this precipice they've all found each other on. There are a handful of answers that would be fine - If Tendou says it was about Akaashi, for example, everyone would be fine and probably laugh it off. If Iwaizumi says its about Ushijima, a full out slaughter will begin and nobody is leaving alive.

"Holy shit," Suga says, before deciding to whack Daichi in the chest. "Dude!"

He gets only a dumb if not slightly embarassed look in return. Suga would by lying if he said he wasn't burning with curiosity, but before Daichi can make the choice to drink or spill:

"Wait," Ushijima says, hand faltering slightly. "Does the question dictate that you must have had the dream while this person was in an active relationship? Or merely about someone who is now the boyfriend of someone you know?"

"While they were actively dating someone else," Suga says.

Ushjima puts his hand down, which creates another chorus of confused mutters and glances between each other.

Everyone wants to know what everyone else knows, but none of them were willing to start. Sugs is relatively horrified to realize this means they all probably know their own confessions are going to be controversial.

"Well-" Oikawa starts, though even he is looking a little flustered. "Ah, as the game says-"

"Nope!" Akaashi cuts in, leaning forward to start pouring shots. "Everyone is drinking."

"It's up to us on whether or-"

"Everyone is drinking. Everyone drink. Right now."

There's a tone that leaves no room for argument. Akaashi is almost feverishly trying to avoid the otherwise inevitable screaming match this question would result in, handing out shots with force. Or, maybe, he just doesnt want to have to know this information. Or how many of the answers were going to be Bokuto.

With relatively suspicious glances around the circle, everyone who's raised their hand takes a shot.

Suga supposed he's accomplished his goal, but geez, at what cost?

#Haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu ships #haikyuu captain squad #haikyuu captain squad fanfiction #ushiten #kuroken #daisuga #iwaoi #bokuaka

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I finally found the list 😭

But can you do 9,14, and 18 with Eddie!

I had a dream that Eddie kept fucking me in his red car (don’t ask) and so this is slightly based on this 😏 this is another fic upon itself….

#9 “Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?”

#14 “You can take it, you’ve done it before.”

#18“You look so good with my hands around your neck.”

Masterlist | KO-FI

It was a Friday night and Eddie had organised your date, insisting that you drive and pick him up because Wayne was using the van. After much protesting, you went along with it and arrived outside his house at 7:30pm.

Dressed comfortably with your makeup done, your car hummed as you waited for Eddie. Your fingers drumming against the leather steering wheel, some cheesy pop song was playing through the speakers when Eddie opened the door.

He smelt of faint blunts and old cologne, leaning forward to kiss you. His bag was throwing between your backseats as he swung his around you.

“Hey doll face, you ready?” He smiled at you, placing an unlit cigarette between his lips and rolling down your window.

You nodded and rolled out the caravan park, Eddie began chatting about his recent D&D game to you between his sloppy directions. Listening to her as you swayed your head side to side to the music in your ear, he looked beautiful in that light.

Gasping at the sight as you arrived at the field, it was professional set up. The ticket booth guy mumbled a few unintelligible words but Eddie nodded and dug in his pocket for your tickets, they were stamped and handed back.

You were assigned a parking spot, still in shock you drove to the spot. Thankfully it was a spot that was the furthest away from everyone and still in sight of the big screen.

Getting used to your surroundings, you reclined your chair. Your eyes lit up with excitement as you began rambling to Eddie, he watched with a smile as he finished his cigarette.

Leaning closer to kiss you, his lips brushing your cheek as he softly kissed you. Tasting of tobacco and old minty gum, melting into the kiss you were to excited to care as your hands cupped his.

Kissing him until your lips began to hurt, only pulling apart when the loud fanfare from the screen began to play. There was a guy closest to the stage who was handing out snacks on a board, you fumbled around for money and thrusted it in Eddie’s hand. Whilst he bargained with the guy, you found a place to put the snacks.

He came back with a drink and some popcorn, kissing your cheek as you placed them in the designated spot. He laughed at your arrangement but threw his arm around you as the film began to play.

It was a cheesy 60’s movie that neither of you had seen before, needing some sustenance you began chomping on the popcorn as your eyes glued to the screen.

Halfway through the film, Eddie began to grow restless his hand sliding down your body. Cupping your boob roughly before pinching your skin until he reached your inner thigh. Gasping as his hand quickly slipped underneath your skirt, his rings were cool against your burning thighs.

You moaned softly as he began to rub against your already wet underwear, tipping your head further against the headrest as you stared ahead.

“Good girl, is it good when I touch you here?” He cooed, his hand now speeding up against your wet underwear.

Your hips were bucking in the seat as you gripped onto the side for support. Little moans escaped your mouth, building you up for your big release. When he removed his finger as slide them beneath your top, circling your nipple softly.

“Or maybe here” he teased, pinching your nipples between his fingers.

Watching in delight as your hips continue to buck, your moaning was louder as your nipples slid between his fingers. Growing harder by the second, your lips were wet from salvia noticing this he removed his fingers and slid them inside your mouth.

Making you suck on them, sloppily sliding them further inside your mouth just before your gag reflex. Your clit was pulsating against the cool chair, needing some kind of friction you let your hand slide down.

Eddie noticed this but watched you in awe as your warm fingers began rubbing your clit in circles. Your eyes tightly shut as you hissed at the feeling, your clit was so sensitive and big.

His fingers now perfectly soaking, he moved his fingers beside yours and played with entrance. Edging inside you, whimpering as both fingers fit perfectly inside you.

Your hand still rubbing your clit as he began thrusting his fingers hard against your soft warm walls. Your moans were loud and constant as your body twitched, thrusting your hips on his fingers as your clit throbbed.

Spanking your clit hard as you let out a whining moan, Eddie’s lips met yours as you grew closer to your orgasm. The build up was achingly close, ready to burst any second. You tugged are your underwear until your bare cunt was grinding against your chair.

You were desperate to cum, Eddie’s fingers pounding in and out of you against the seat until you shook hard. Moaning loudly as you felt yourself release against the chair, squirting hard. Coating the chair and your surroundings in a thick layer of your cum, Eddie not stopping until you whimpered and felt yourself cum again.

Grasping onto his face with your sticky fingers, kissing him sloppily. His fingers still inside you as your tongue fought for dominance against his lips.

“Fuck me Eddie” you panted against his lips, Eddie was rock hard as he removed his fingers.

Sucking your cum off them before climbing into the back seats, lying down onto the cream leather. Undoing his jean buttons and exposing his hard throbbing cock to you, his hand instantly pumping it up and down.

Your legs weak from clenching them as you fumbled into the back, Eddie grabbed you and lowered you close to his cock. Sloppily kissing you as you grinded your wet cunt against his cock, it twitched against you.

Stretching your legs apart as far as they could go, you lowered yourself down onto his cock. Both of you groaning as he filled you up, holding onto your hips as he began thrusting.

Your hitting the roof slightly, you collapsed onto his body as he held you. His cock sliding in and out of you, your over sensitive clit throbbed against his pelvic bone.

“I don’t think my cunt can take it, it’s so tight” you whined, his cock was throbbing between your walls. Needing more.

He kissed your cheeks and neck, as he slowed down his pace. Making you throb for more, your body was pulsating with overstimulation. Gripping onto his body for dear life as his cock slowly hit your soft spot over and over, throbbing inside you.

Without a word, he picked up his pace. Slamming hard into your walls, you groaned as your body hummed with pleasure. Regaining some sort of energy, you lifted your body up and began dragging your cock against the top of your cunt.

Your hands scratching at his chest, as you grew closer to that familiar bubbling sensation. Bouncing on his cock, your head still hitting the roof. His hands snaking up your body until they reached your neck, tightening his grasp and he squeezed.

“You look so good with my hands around your neck.”he moaned, watching as your eyes rolled back.

Your moans suppressed between his hands as your body began to shake. Your hands still scratching at his skin, as you rocked yourself closer to your orgasm.

He stopped thrusting inside you letting you fuck yourself on his cock, his tip moving against your soft spot.

The build up to your orgasm was getting difficult to suppress, your eyes were firmly shut as you grasped onto any piece of his skin. Moaning loudly as you rocked yourself back and forth, his tip twitching inside you.

Suddenly jolting forward, your eyes opened wide as you felt yourself cum. Your legs weak as they began to shake, vibrating your body around his cock.

His hands still tight around your neck, moaning with you as he slowly began to thrust inside you. Letting go of your neck, you fell on top of him. Still pulsating underneath him, his cock hitting your over sensitive soft spot. Whining in his ear, as your clit slammed into his pelvic bone.

“Can’t take it, Ed’s” you moaned broken bits of a sentence, as Eddie tightened his grip around you.

“You can take it, you’ve done it before.” Moaning into your ear, he thrusted faster inside you.

The sounds of your bodies moving together filled the car, the smells of sweat and sex were mixed between your fumblings and moans. As Eddie’s cock pounded hard into your cunt, you quivered underneath him. The intensity of his cock made it hard to focus on anything else, your body aching from overstimulation.

“Too much Ed’s, too much” you whined, your lips were wet against his neck. Sloppy kisses trailed only his skin.

He grunted hard as he slammed hard and fast into you, shuddering as you felt his cock twitch more than once around your walls.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close to cumming in your cunt if you keep whining you like that” he panted, his hands holding you down by your cheeks.

Feeling himself move in and out of you by your ass cheeks had him on the verge of cumming, your body hitting into his made you whine even more. Your clit grinding against his pelvic bone at a quicker pace than before, your whines were louder in his mouth as he thrusted once inside you.

The last thrust before he came hard, coating your walls with his hot thick cum. Throbbing underneath you as his hot breath whined, unable to stop moving until his cock was too sensitive to move.

You stayed in that position until you felt his soft cock slide out of you. Unable to mutter any other word than “I love you” you nestled into the crook of his neck.

The film was beginning to finish as your body tangled together, Eddie reached over and grabbed the spare blanket that was lying across the back window of your car. Throwing it over you both as he rolled down the window closest and you both listened to the rest of the film through their loud speakers together.

Another perfect date night.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader smut

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