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kaihuntrr · 10 days

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one-year anniversary!

HI. oh my goodness can you believe its been a WHOLE YEAR (and a day, im posting this a day later OOPS-) since i started working on this au? i dont think i started working on the chapters until... the -ber months? but the general brainstorming started now and oh my GOD the amount of changes that has happened while working on this au is insane! im absolutely floored with how much people enjoy this au, and while im too busy to be posting art (im doing some personal work!) i have all the time in the world to talk about how much this means to me.

i've written things in the past, but i havent for the LIFE of me worked on such a long project such as this (we're only halfway through act one of FIVE!) and learning and growing with such wonderful betas and partner (ehehe @mewhoismyself hello there) is just so wonderful <3

SO! in order to make this anniversary special, i've decided to post a little cut/practice scene from act two! this couldnt make the cut with what the plot has in mind, but i figured itd be best to have some nice moments with scott and martyn, eh?

OH! and before i go, the next chapter will be posted a day earlier! <3 im going abroad the day after the original chapter posting date, so i need to rest. i think this back half of the fic is gonna be really something <3

anyway, i wont keep you here for longer. i hope you have a fun time reading this, just as much as my partner and i had fun writing this so many months ago <33

Martyn tried to listen as Scott rambled on about what he’d been up to, how nice it had been to see his friends again. He even tried to let the small twist of jealousy at Scott being so happy over seeing someone else wrench his attention back into the moment, but it didn’t work. The face of Pearl kept flashing in the forefront of his mind, her eyes and jagged scar glowing unnaturally under the moonlight.

“Oh, and…,” Scott continued to ramble on, but Martyn still couldn’t focus. It seemed that Scott had noticed as his voice trailed off and he looked at the blonde with a tilted head. “Martyn…?”

Martyn gave a grumbled response. His mind blocked out the world around him as he pictured brief flashes of the island, the hollow and desolate stares of the people, the wicked laugh coming from Pearl….

Scott sighed. “Martyn….”

Martyn could still feel a slight buzz in his head from where he was hit. How much blood did he lose back there? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he was glad to be alive. Glad that he was here, still breathing, like everyone else. Glad that he was–

“Martyn!”

Martyn jerked as Scott’s face was suddenly inches from his own. Scott’s lips were twisted into a pout and his eyebrows were drawn into a scowl. “Huh- sorry, what?”

Scott sighed, letting his head fall forward, “So you weren’t listening to me….”

“No!” Martyn said quickly, throwing his hands up. Panic leapt in his chest, making his heart beat faster. He didn’t want Scott to think he was ignoring him…! “No, I- I’m… I’m sorry…,” he hung his head. “I’m trying to listen- I’m not meaning to ignore you, I just….” Martyn looked down at the sand beneath him. Guilt welled up in his throat. He’d been so eager to see Scott while he was away, and before he’d gotten back, and now that he was actually here… Martyn was ignoring him. He was making Scott feel ignored.

Martyn shook his head, forcing a huge smile onto his face. “So, you said you saw your friends, right? Did you have fun-? Oh, what am I saying, you just said you had fun- haha…,” Martyn scrubbed the back of his head, then straightened up, rolling to his feet. “Hey, do you wanna go see if we can find your bird friend? I bet it’s missed you too!” He pointed towards a path leading up to the forest, “Bet he lives in there somewhere…!”

“Um- Martyn…,” Scott trailed off looking after him.

Martyn took a few steps backwards, away from Scott, and spread his arms, hoping he’d follow. “Or we can go down to the beach! It’s a nice day, it’ll feel great to splash in the water a little.”

“Martyn.”

“Or- oh, we can go see the decorations they’re setting up for the festival down in the center of town. You said you were excited right, so we can-!”

“Martyn!” Scott snapped.

Martyn stopped.

Scott took the few steps to close the distance between them, laying his hand on Martyn’s arm, then sliding it down to take his hand. He tilted his head, giving Martyn big sad eyes. “Martyn, talk to me…. What’s wrong?”

It was hard for Martyn to not crack under Scott’s gaze. “It’s just…,” he trailed off, trying to put his thoughts into words. He was just engrossed in them a second ago, but now, trying to tell Scott, he couldn’t think of what to say. “I… uh….”

“You’re alright, Martyn,” Scott rubbed his thumb over Martyn’s hand in a small, circular motion. “Take your time.”

A small pause fell over him. Martyn could hear the slow ebbs of the waves before he managed to speak. “I can’t get her out of my mind,” his voice spat with venom. Pearl’s sadistic glee, her manic grin, her ever-looming presence burned in his head. Martyn’s grip unknowingly tightened around Scott until he looked the other in the eye. His grip on Scott lessened as he looked away. “What good can I be to protect you, when I can’t defend myself from one person?”

“Who said I needed protecting?” Scott raised an eyebrow, his tone still soft but with a hint of skepticism as he leaned to the side to catch Martyn’s gaze again. He let out a weak chuckle and moved his other hand to rest on Martyn’s cheek. “Besides, you can’t protect me from everything.”

Martyn leaned into the touch, not caring how warm his cheeks felt as Scott’s delicate hand pressed into his skin, lightly grazing over the scar Pearl caused. He closed his eyes as he let out a sigh and drooped his shoulders. “But I want to…,” he muttered. He looked at Scott, his face scrunched with worry. “I don’t want you getting hurt at all, Scott.”

“There’s going to be times where I get hurt, Martyn,” Scott narrowed his eyes and withdrew his hand from Martyn’s cheek. Martyn was wide-eyed, only for Scott to hold the hunter’s other hand. “When that happens, all I’d ask is for you to help me get back on my feet.”

Martyn could feel his nerves freeze up at Scott’s warm hold. His gentle stare and concern on his face nearly caused Martyn’s heart to explode. A million things swirled in his mind as the breeze wafted over. “I can’t help it,” he lowered his head, biting his lip. “You should be protected, with all the chaos going around–”

“What chaos?” Scott cracked a smile and shook his head. He shrugged, letting go of one of Martyn’s hands as he gestured around. “All there is to see is you, me, and the beach. Nothing to worry about, right?”

Nothing to worry about for now, but so many things could happen in the blink of an eye. Martyn could practically hear the sound of the sea princes’ ringing in his ears, the one from his dreams laughing as its mouth opened wide to swallow Scott as he screamed-....

No. Martyn needed to be prepared for anything, so nothing bad could ever happen to the people he cared for. Nothing. Never again.

“I still want to fight for you,” his voice was barely a whisper in the wind, cracking a bit from the emotions that crawled up the back of his throat. But seeing Scott’s attentive look, with the slight tilt of his head, Martyn knew he could hear him. “Can I at least do that?” he pleaded. He needed to-. He needed to.

“You may,” Scott nodded, giving him a small smile. Then his eyes narrowed as a smirk crept onto his lips. “So- I’d like to see how you fight.”

Martyn opened his mouth to respond- just in time for a woosh of breath to leave him as his back hit the ground. Martyn gasped, blinking for several seconds as he tried to figure out he’d gotten laid flat out on his back… with a certain ginger pinning his shoulders to the sand.

“Yikes…,” Scott teased, his eyebrows rising, complimenting the wide grin on his face.

Martyn sputtered, his face immediately flushing beat red. “I wasn’t ready! Sneak- sneak attack…!”

Scott laid one arm across his chest, propping his other elbow on top of it and laying his cheek in his hand. “Most things will take an opportunity for a sneak attack, when presented with one.” He kicked his feet in the air, as if he was lounging on a couch reading a book.

Martyn flushed all the way to his ears. “Redo!”

Scott leaned his head down, smiling at Martyn in a way that was almost sickeningly sweet. “Are you waiting for a written invitation?”

Martyn grabbed Scott by the shoulders and surged upwards, knocking the ginger off of him. Scott laughed as he slipped his grip, ducking under one of Martyn’s arms to wrap his arms around Martyn’s torso.

Before Martyn’s brain could fully process that, Scott had rolled Martyn over top of him and planted him flat on his back again.

Working on instinct more than pre-thought, Martyn wrapped his arms around Scott’s shoulders and kicked off the sand. He knocked his thigh against Scott’s hip, bumping him off balance just enough to send them rolling over again.

But Scott didn’t end up on his back underneath Martyn.

Somehow, mid flip, he’d slithered around Martyn’s torso, ducking his arm again and getting outside of his hold. Martyn ended up with his face in the sand and a knee pressed between his shoulders, shoving him down further.

Martyn was about to push himself up with his arms, using his strength advantage to throw Scott off of him, but Martyn froze when he felt something sharp curl around his throat.

He couldn’t move. He couldn’t even swallow. He could barely even breathe.

Suddenly the sharp points of crescent bladed scythes were touched against his neck so delicately. Suddenly the sharp claws of a hungry beast wrapped around his throat, pricking the skin above his jugular. One wrong move and she’d slid his throat. One wrong breath and the beast would tear him to ribbons.

A figure above him bent down to whisper in his ear.

“I win!” Scott chirped brightly. He laughed as he withdrew his fingernails from where he’d curled them around Martyn’s throat. “You really do need more practice. Though I’d be happy to oblige…,” his voice turned sing-songy as he plopped back on the sand, his arms holding him up.

Martyn slowly pushed himself upwards, staring down at the sand where his face had been in utter bafflement. Why had that felt-? Why was he-? Why was his heart beating so fast? Why… did he feel like he’d just been hunted…?

“That- that uh…,” Martyn stammered, not really sure what he wanted to say. “You’re a lot better fighter than I thought you’d be.” He turned his head to look at Scott, pushing himself up so he was sitting on his knees.

“I know,” Scott smiled widely, tipping his head back and forth, “Do I impress you, Martyn?” He smiled and hummed teasingly, his eyes narrowed in a joyful satisfaction.

“Always,” he breathed, a lot more genuine and heartfelt than he’d meant to. Scott’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Martyn felt his face flush and he looked down at the sand. Well, he was in this far. “I think you’re amazing.”

“Thank you…,” Scott said with a shy little smile. A light hint of red dusted his cheeks. He looked… really nice like that.

Martyn shook his head, roughly clearing his throat. “Well um, as- as fun as this was… I was actually referring to- to my gun combat more than my hand-to-hand.”

“Uh huh,” Scott answered with a small smirk, not sounding like he believed him. “Well, maybe I could help you with that as well.”

“You know how to use a gun?” Martyn asked, more than a little shocked. How… how much did he really know about Scott?

Scott opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked to the side, then looked back at Martyn. “Noooo…?” he admitted, grinning sheepishly. He sighed, rolling his eyes a bit, “To be honest I thought you were still flirting, not that that was a serious question. And now, well… I’m just embarrassed.”

“Oh.” Martyn tried to hide his sigh of relief. It was one thing to just not know that Scott was a capable fighter -he was a tavern keeper who dealt with rowdy drunks all the time, Martyn honestly should have expected it- but it was another thing to not know that Scott was a trained gunman. For some reason they felt different. Martyn felt a grin split his face. “Would-... would you like me to teach you…?”

“Teach me what?” Scott’s eyebrows pinched together for a brief moment, then shot up towards his hairline, “How to use a gun?”

“Yeah,” Martyn grinned, “It’ll be like the time I was taught!”

“When were you taught?” Scott tilted his head.

“I think I was… seven? My parents knew I wanted to be a hunter, so they taught me,” Martyn hummed, looking out at the beach. He could remember the eagerness in his voice when he asked his parents to teach him. He only knew of the dangers through them and the people he lived around, but he knew his heart was calling out to the sea more than anything else. “I needed practice, like everyone else, but I’m a natural. A crack shot, they’d told me!” He laughed. Shooting a target from far away was much easier than fighting with swords or his bare hands.

Scott blinked, processing Martyn’s words. He slowly turned his head to Martyn, eyes widening in shock as all sense of his playfulness dropped. “You were a child when you learned how to use those?”

“Yeah…? I wanted to be a hunter, Scott, so I learned early.” Martyn looked at Scott and shrugged, feeling the ginger’s gaze on his skin felt… different. Martyn learned how to use guns to be a hunter, not to– oh. Was Scott thinking Martyn would…? Martyn shook his head and raised his hands up. “But I can’t shoot a person. A sea monster is easy because they’re big and stupid, but a person…?”

Scott had a judgemental look on his face as it scrunched up. He pulled his legs up and wrapped his arms around them, resting his head on it as he sighed. “Ending a person’s life is hard, and I’m happy you haven’t shot anyone, but…,” he trailed off. Martyn leaned closer to Scott as he raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you think it’s a little concerning?”

“What’s concerning?”

“You learned how to shoot things, how to kill things, as a kid,” Scott looked away, gripping his arms tighter as he watched the waves flow in and out. “Every life has a purpose; from you, to me, and even the beasts in the ocean.”

Martyn narrowed his eyes. Exactly what purpose could those monsters serve? Being ocean terrors? An effective way to kill humans and destroy ships? To bring fear in the hearts of children? To kill Ren- Jimmy? Why were there monsters in the ocean? Why should there be?

“They’re monsters, Scott.” Martyn hissed, anger rising in his voice.

“They’re animals,” Scott hissed back, his face pinching into an expression that was almost pained. “They’re just animals….”

“They’re heartless, cruel, and always starving.” Martyn huffed, pulling out his gun to examine it under the sunlight. Horrible beasts. Disgusting monsters. Murderers. “They’re such horrible, unnatural beasts that every mechanic in the world works to develop better guns and weapons to kill them all.”

He didn’t fully notice the way Scott shied away from the gun in his hand. “You’re lucky you don’t need to leave the kingdom to see those ugly things,” Martyn spat.

“Ugly…,” Scott grumbled, turning his head away, like he was offended by the notion. “Well, I’m sure most of them would think the same about you.”

Martyn blinked, giving Scott a double take. Ugly…?

Scott let out a sigh as he stretched and uncurled his legs and arms to stretch out in front of him. He picked up a small handful of sand and watched it fall through his fingers. “Every life is precious, every life is running on limited time. I’m not an idiot. I know things die. But there’s no reason to cut it shorter than it needs to be. ” He smiled wistfully, tossing the rest of the sand forward. “The sea is… scary, but maybe if you had an open mind, you’d see there’s more to it than monsters.”

Martyn followed Scott’s gaze and stared. Was there anything more to them? Surely not. The fondness in Scott’s voice was hard to believe- but the man has never even seen any beast to Martyn’s knowledge. The fond tone that Scott spoke about those- those monsters with… it honestly made Martyn angry. Those monsters took away the people he cared about. The people he loved. People he cherished. Jimmy, Ren… and so many other innocent people lost their lives to the sea, Lizzie’s parents…. The ocean took all of them, and there was nothing to blame but the monsters that infested it.

“They’re monsters, nothing more than that,” he spat, emotions in his chest wrenching into a tight knot that made it hard to breathe. He swung his arm out to the side, bringing his gun up in front of his chest as he rose to his knees, almost looming over Scott. “I know what they are, Scott, and I know I’m doing all that I can to protect you and the rest of the kingdom from the beasts that would just as quickly swallow you whole as they would crush you into pieces!”

“There’s no need for you to be so hostile about it,” Scott snapped at Martyn, his eyes narrowing into a cold glare that felt like icy daggers stabbing into Martyn’s face. Scott stood up and brushed all the sand from his clothes with a sigh. “I understand.” He walked closer to the water, just enough for the waves to lap against his shoes and tightened his fist, as if preventing to lash out.

Martyn blinked. “Was I-?” he muttered to himself.

He looked out at Scott standing in the surf. He looked… sad. The guilty feeling in his chest built up once more.

All of a sudden, Martyn remembered just how happy Scott looked with his birds fluttering around him, with the canary nuzzling his palm. Oh-. Scott was an animal lover…. No wonder he-.

Martyn was messing everything up. First he’d ignored him, and he was pushing Scott away by getting angry. Martyn quickly stood up and ran across the beach towards Scott, “Oh, Scott, I’m sorry–”

Scott turned to look at him, a flat expression on his face.

Martyn felt his heart twist, “I- I’m sorry. I- I didn’t mean to make you feel….”

“Upset?” Scott supplied.

“Yeah…,” Martyn bowed his head. His hand twitched out, reaching for Scott’s but giving up and retreating before he could take it. Martyn turned his head away and bit his lip. “I-... I made you-....”

Scott stepped closer and held out his hand. “No need for that, silly hunter,” he smiled sweetly. Martyn took it almost immediately, surprising them both. Scott let out a chuckle and bumped his shoulder next to Martyn’s. “I’m not mad,” Scott said softly. Martyn believed him. He looked… sad instead.

“I don’t want you to–”

“You’re just fine.” Scott assured him with a smirk. “It takes a lot more than a simple disagreement to make me actually upset. We’re okay, right?”

Martyn bashfully nodded, resulting in a wide smile from Scott. Was he… really okay? Or was he just hiding how he felt? For Martyn’s sake? Martyn hoped it was the former.

Scott put a hand on his chest, giving Martyn’s hand a small squeeze. “Just… try to keep an open mind, alright? The world can be… stranger than you might think.” He smiled a little bashfully, “I might have- a surprise or two… to share, eventually.”

“Like how you can kick my butt in hand to hand?”

Scott’s face split into a wide grin, his eyes lighting up with laughter. “Just like that.”

Martyn felt himself smiling, a laugh escaping him as he squeezed Scott’s hand. Yeah, they were okay.

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onestepbackwards · 2 years

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can I make a request to read emmets side of this?

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/onestepbackwards/686860614202687488?source=share

Like maybe write out his perspective and his reactions to coming through bigger then expected. Mostly I'm just super curious for and actually in character write up of what he's thinking/hoping/adapting kinda thing.

And if you like/want his reaction to Reader being down to make good on her promise. Can't help but imagine he'd be a gigantic tease to get them back for the months of teasing he suffered through lol.

Hello Anon! Sorry this took forever to come out. I uh, ended up getting kinda carried away with writing Emmet’s perspective to being small instead, on top of the spice. Oops. That, and it was supposed to be finished a week ago, but I got sick again. （＞人＜；） But! It’s juuuust over 6000 words, so I hope you still enjoy! The original prompt and post had stuff written by Bitty anon! Please check out the original post as well to see the amazing stuff they wrote and sent in for that ask. A lot of stuff here is based on it! ヾ(•ω•`)o CW: Smut, size difference, verrry slight breeding kink if you squint, self aware characters, slight obsessive character, female reader Word Count: 6034 words

Emmet wasn’t sure what to feel. On one hand, he did it! He made it to your home! It took so long. A lot of planning, and learning to understand the code that made the world around him. It took just as long to figure out how to breach your reality, and enter it. But he did it! …At a price, though it seems. When he had crawled out of the screen into your world, he immediately had taken notice just how… big everything was. Were you naturally this big? A giant? He almost couldn’t believe his eyes. Perhaps you were a god? It was something that he had considered. Perhaps he had been right? This must have been your room. He stood on a bed, and the room was filled with all sorts of personal items. Posters, clothes, figurines… Then his eyes landed on the device which he entered from. He recognized it instantly. It was a DS. He had one in his own world. Was he from a game? It would make a lot of sense, now that he thought about it. A lot of sense. The code, the strategy, the restrictions, you controlling an avatar of sorts. Before he could dwell on it though, you had entered the room. Your eyes landed on him, and you froze, before walking up to him curiously. Though you jumped when turned to you, and spoke. “Hello! I am Emmet!” You jumped away from the bed, startled. Fearing you were scared of him, Emmet quickly tried to calm you down, and explain who he was, and where he was from. When your eyes flickered between him and the DS, it finally sat in that he was here. That this was real. Even if he was just short of a foot tall, he was happy to be here, and finally be with you!

Though you can only stare at him wide eyed and confused, a look of shock on your features. “I-I just… I didn’t know! I didn’t know you could hear me, or that you were aware! I just- I- oh god…” You seemed panicked, and Emmet felt his stomach drop. Before he could say anything, or reassure you, you covered your face, and left the room. Emmet felt his words choke up in his throat, and tears threatening to fall. His stomach was in knots, and he sat on your bed. Of course it wouldn’t be this easy. He had been a fool to just assume that you would agree without a second thought. Perhaps he had gotten so worked up on getting out of here, and getting to you, he had neglected all the possibilities that could happen. Sure, he had hoped you would welcome him with open arms, and accept him without question. You both would kiss, and confess your love for one another, and have a night of fun. Then you would live together, happily ever after. But life doesn’t always work like that. He should have known. Especially seeing he was from a game. And that, you know, he was the size of a doll. That put a wrench in things, even if you had accepted him like he had dreamed. Emmet sighed, burying his face in his knees. He loved you. He would never stop loving you. But this hurt. How would he even explain this to you, if you weren’t willing to hear him out? Leaving him here like this? Though it seemed he had someone looking out for him. Before he could dwell on this too long, you had appeared, seeming much more put together than when you first saw him. You quickly apologized, and seemed rather flustered. You had said all those things about him, because you never thought he would hear them. That he wasn’t real. You were in love with the idea of him, essentially. You never expected him to break reality and see you, wanting to be with you. He could accept that, he supposed. Thinking about it now, that was a lot to suddenly stomach. He probably would have had to take a moment as well. You were a bit embarrassed, and still quite flustered. But you said something that gave Emmet hope. That all of this wasn’t for nothing. You were willing to try. Sending him back left a bad taste in your mouth, and you apparently really wanted to get to know him. The real him. Learn his likes, dislikes, and if you were compatible. Emmet felt his hopes rise. It was a start! He could work with this! Even if it meant you two would just be friends, he was willing to take anything you were willing to give. Even if it was a small chance. He almost wanted to cry from relief.

After that, things slowly fell into a rhythm of sorts. It was awkward at first, as you both tried to get used to each other. That, and the issue of Emmet’s size. Though you genuinely tried to treat him with respect, and like a person. It could have been so easy just to treat him like a doll or a toy, but you made the effort. It was something that made Emmet fall for you just a little more. That, and you were helping him figure himself out. Realizing he came from a game, eventually the dawning horror of him not actually existing set in. How his personality was nothing more than what the code had allowed. You remained positive though, insisting to help him find out more about himself. Stuff he could like, or dislike. He appreciated it. How much you cared, and how you were patient with him. That, and you made an effort not to baby him, either. It was one thing he hated, people not taking him seriously, and babying him. He knew it would be so easy for you to do so, with him being a few inches tall. But you tried not to. He noticed you made an effort not to treat him like that. It nearly made him cry when he would think about it. He was so lucky to have you. As you both settled into a rhythm though, Emmet found his feelings didn’t fade. In fact, they only became stronger. You still cared so much for him, when you didn’t have to. He got to see a side of you he didn’t even get to see in his world. He treasured these parts you would show to him dearly. He felt happy you trusted him enough to even show such sides. Eventually, he felt as if what you two had was more than friendship. Though not yet entirely romantic. There was tension, no doubt about it, and he could feel your eyes linger on him when you thought he wasn’t paying attention. Then the compliments started. It was subtle. Telling him how nice he looked that day, or how funny he was. When he didn’t tell you to stop. You seemed to get more confident.

Telling him how much you loved his smile, or how beautiful his eyes were… Just like when he was in the game, you managed to fluster him with all the sweet words and compliments. Everything you said to him, only made his heart pound. You were beginning to like him! You must be! Then there was the physical affection. You already held him often, but now you seemed to never want to let him go. You loved holding him in your hands, or on your shoulders. You even hugged him often! And then one day, you kissed him. Well, sort of. You kissed the top of his head. Regardless! You still kissed him! He had been over the moon all evening! You didn’t slow down, either. After that, you seemed more inclined to kiss his head, or even his back sometimes! It was hard to ignore the obvious. You had developed real feelings for him. Feelings he happily accepted. You were eager to give him more after that. Your lewd comments returned, and you’d say them every so often. How much you loved his body, how sexy his smirk was, how you loved his teasing. But it had started to get to Emmet, if he was being honest. Not you or your words! He could never be upset at you! However, the situation he was in, being so small… It frustrated him. Not just the normal things that came with being around a foot tall, such as needing help everywhere, or having to hide from other humans. He was frustrated in his lack of being able to do anything. Lacking the ability to initiate and take some control. When he dreamed about you, he had dreamed of holding you close, kissing you, touching you. Being your size. He wanted to run his hands over your body, spin you and dip you into a kiss, spread your legs, all for him. He couldn’t. He had no control, and he hated it. You seemed to pick up on this as well. How he seemed distant somewhat when it came to affection. You would look at him, almost as if you were planning something, though he couldn’t say what. Not long afterwards, you seemed excited, almost eager for something. When he had asked about it, you simply smiled, and said it was a surprise for him. He just had to be patient. It was asking a lot of him, he had never been a patient person. For you, however, he’d do anything. So he waited.

Thankfully, a week later, you had seemed excited. The surprise had arrived in the mail. Curious, he was eager to see what you had ordered, though had been confused when you showed him a bunch of cables. “I had an idea. What if your size is directly tied to what you use to crawl out of?” You began. Emmet looked at you with a tilt of his head. “Could you explain?” You only seemed to get more excited. “I did some digging, and found some wires to project the screen of the DS onto the TV! I figured, if you were that size crawling out of the DS, you might be bigger if you crawled out of something else, like a computer or a TV screen!” It suddenly clicked in Emmet’s mind what you were trying to do. You were giving him the chance to possibly be big in your world. Normal size. Human sized. He felt his hands shake at the idea. It excited him, but… He also felt his heart clench in his chest. Emmet didn’t want to go back into the game. The whole time he had been here, not once had you asked or made him do so. He didn’t exactly want to go back, either. That world, even though it is his own, wasn't real. The pain of being reminded that his brother and his friends, even his pokemon, were all fake. They had no idea they were code, just strings of numbers made to entertain another reality. He hated it. As much as he wanted his brother here, and his friends, he had no idea how to make them like him. Not that he didn’t try, of course, but Ingo would only look at him as if he was crazy. When you would play, he would assume his role, acting like a puppet, unaware everything they said was preprogrammed. Nor did he want to risk messing with Ingo’s code. He couldn’t bear the thought of causing his brother harm by trying to make him aware. So, he had stayed out, and he wasn’t exactly comfortable with the thought of going back in.

You told him he didn’t have to if he really didn’t want to, but you would be willing to set it up if he was willing to try. Emmet eventually made the decision to try. He may as well. If it didn’t work, then he could come back out, and you both could go do something else. But he wouldn’t lie. The idea was tempting. If this really worked, then he would be taller. He could finally hold you and kiss you properly. Not to mention, do all those things you had mentioned doing with him, long before he even left the DS. He would try it. For you, and the possibility of being tall again. He missed being tall. When you had set everything up, he reluctantly crawled back into the device, wincing when he landed back in Gear Station. He loved this place. It had been his whole life. But it felt so empty. None of the people here were real, all following a set path as they walked back and forth, or just stood around. It made his heart hurt. So he heard you give the signal, he was quick to leave. He climbed out, just like he had the first time, though let out a shocked yell when he fell to the floor. Quickly gathering his bearings, he stood up, and gazed around your room. It was immediately obvious how much smaller everything was. He easily towered over everything. It was a bit disorienting at first, having spent months around your things, and being so small. However, his look around the room ended when his eyes landed on you. You were so excited, practically vibrating in place. And you were shorter. A lot shorter. Just how tall was he? He took a glance at his hands and body, catching a glimpse of himself in one of your mirrors. Holy hell, he was big. Verrry big. He was still proportionate, from what he could tell, much like when he had been smaller. His head though, it nearly hit the ceiling with how tall he was now. Oh yeah, he was not just under 7 feet anymore. Emmet felt himself grow excited as he looked over himself. There was so much he could do now! Help around the house, cook for you, scoop you up in his arms, eat actually proportionate meals-! Oh, there was so much to do! So many things to try!

Hell, he could actually wear normal sized clothes now! Another thought then entered his mind. He could go places with you too! Being a few inches tall, he always had to stay behind when you went out, whether it be for shopping, or for work. He could accompany you now! Sure, he would probably have to buy some new clothes. Couldn’t exactly go out in his uniform, as much as he loved it. You had stressed he couldn’t go out as such unless they were pretending he was a cosplayer. But that was fine! Yup! Anything to be able to go out with you now! He really took being normal height for granted. He would never do so again if he could help it. He then looked back to you, and your eyes met his own. Before he could react, you ran at him, and leaped into his arms. You both tumbled to the ground with a laugh, and Emmet felt his heart swell as you straddled his lap. He could hold you. He could hold you. He felt tears pricking his eyes as his smile widened. Emmet wanted to pull you closer, but you separated from him. Your smile was wide, mirroring his own. Before he could do anything, or say anything, you leaned in. Your lips met his, and he melted against you, holding you close. He was kissing you. After all this time, he finally got to properly kiss you! Both of you stayed together like that, lips only leaving the other’s to take a breath, only to dive back in. It was addicting. He didn’t know if he’d be able to stop on his own. Thankfully, he didn’t have to. Eventually you broke the kiss, and leaned back. You grabbed his hat, and placed it on your head. He couldn’t help but laugh at how big it was on you, though you didn’t seem to mind. Though his eyes widened a tad when your hands went to his coat, and gently began to push it off his shoulders. “Now, how about that coat?” You asked, a smirk on your face. It took a moment for the words to register in his head, before it all came crashing down on him in realization. Oh. He could do so much more than just hug you. Emmet was practically salivating at the thought, and eagerly began to remove his coat for you. His grin threatened to split his face in two with how big it had grown at the realization.

“Here.” He spoke, handing it to you, which you happily took. Though, you gave him a grin, gently setting it to the side. “Darling?” He asked, and you shushed him. “Did you want to see me in only your coat and hat?” You asked. Emmet bit his lip in anticipation, and his breath hitched in his throat when you began to take off your shirt. He had seen you shirtless a few times, though he hadn’t gotten to act, being so small. That, and those were situations where you weren’t in a mood. Not that he blamed you, of course. This though, this was different. He could look and touch.

You unclasp your bra, and the pesky undergarments are tossed to the side. Emmet’s eyes took in everything you were willing to give, though he pouted when you smacked his hands away from your chest. “Not yet.” You teased, and Emmet swore a growl was forming at the back of his throat. He was so tired of waiting. But this would be worth it. He had always wanted to see you naked in his coat and hat, ever since you mentioned it while he still lived in the DS. And for you? Anything was worth it. You didn’t put on his coat just yet, and raised your hips, placing them on your pants. “Would you like to help?” You asked, and his hands were over yours in less than a second. He helped you ease out of your pants, and sharply inhaled when your core became visible. Oh how he couldn’t wait. This was almost torture. Taking off your pants, and kicking them off somewhere to the side, you happily sat back down on his lap. Emmet’s hands were shaking, and his pants were becoming incredibly tight. You paid no mind, and finally grabbed his coat, and slowly slipped it on, making a show of it.

Emmet could feel himself wanting to drool. You were finally naked for him, all but his hat and coat, sitting on his lap. He couldn’t look away. Arceus you were so hot. He wanted to ravish you. There was so much he wanted to do. So much he could do. You simply gave him a smile, the desire in your eyes making the knot in his gut even tighter. He licked his lips. “So, Subway Boss, looking for a ride?” You asked. Emmet couldn’t help but giggle. It was so cheesy, but he didn’t care. His grin wavered from excitement. “Oh yes! I’m verrry much looking forward to it.” He spoke, feeling his heart hammering in his chest. Before you could make another comment however, he grabbed your hips, and lifted you off the ground. You let out a squeak, wrapping your legs and arms around him as he carried you to the bed. Laying you down, you couldn’t help but let out a squeal when he practically hopped on top of you, caging you in under him. Oh. You were verrry small compared to him now. Emmet knew he was a tall man, but he felt even bigger here, and he loved it. He couldn’t help but shudder at how cute and tiny you looked beneath him. And now he had you all to himself. His grin almost hurt at this point when another thought entered his head.

You had done nothing but tease him since he had become aware of your existence. Then after you two became close, those teasing words soon came back. “I’m going to wreck you.” He whispered, and your eyes widened as he dived in for a kiss. You didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck again, pulling him as close as possible. You were just as desperate for him as he has been for you. Without any hesitation, he began to remove his clothes. His shirt was quickly unbuttoned, and tossed to the side. Briefly, you broke the kiss to admire his body, and he could feel himself heating up. Your attention like this… It was addicting. How you made him feel so powerful and confident, just by giving him a look of want. He wasn’t lying when he said he was going to wreck you. It was looong overdue. You briefly reach up to touch him, but he ends up grabbing your hands. He briefly kisses the palms of your hands, before putting them back down. A small, soft reassurance. You pouted as he put your hands away, no doubt wanting to touch. Cute. “Soon, darling.” He promised, though his smile was teasing. His hands traveled downward, and hovered above his pants for a moment. Your eyes never left him, entranced as you enjoyed the small show. Finally, he began to unbuckle his belt, and unbutton his pants. You could only watch as he slid them down, freeing his leaking cock for you to see. Emmet could feel himself grow a tad hotter at your staring. Seeing how this was affecting you… Emmet needed more. He couldn’t wait to stuff you full. Quickly squirming out of his pants completely, he tossed them to the side, before settling in between your legs. Both of you were quiet for a moment, eyeing the other, and admiring each other. You were so cute like this. With his hat on, and his giant coat engulfing your form. He could feel himself twitching in excitement.

Licking his lips, he bent down, and kissed you once again. It was gentle at first, albeit needy. You seem to only want more.

Emmet then changed tracks. Breaking away from your lips, he gently kissed and nipped down to your chin, kissing up your jawline. As you began to squirm, he simply grabbed your arms, and pinned them above you with a hand.

Oh yeah. He was bigger than he should be, and he was going to milk this opportunity for all it’s worth.

You let out a small noise in protest with your arms being pinned, but made no move or words to fight it. He took that as a signal to continue.

He began to gently kiss at your neck, slowly making his way down to your collarbone. You began to make cute little sighs, only to moan and thrust your hips when he bit down and began to suck.

Emmet had wanted to leave a hickey on you since he first saw you. He wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.

After he tasted blood, he backed off, gently licking at the wound in apology. Though he couldn’t help but feel you didn’t mind with how you were moaning.

His kisses didn’t stop at your collar. Emmet could only keep going, until he reached your chest. He pulled back a bit to admire your tits, and reached forward with his free hand.

Fingers fluttered over your chest, before he grabbed a nipple between his finger, and lightly pinched and tugged.

Your reaction was immediate. In response to his touch, you arched your back with a choked cry.

“E-Emmet!” You called out, breathless.

His grin widened.

Upping the ante, he eagerly leaned forward, lips latching onto your other nipple. His tongue rolling over the pebbled bud, and gently sucking. His other hand pinched and lightly tugged at your nipple, making sure to give it as much as attention as it’s twin.

You let out a breathless gasp, arching your back even more, lightly thrashing against Emmet’s hold.

“Em! Em please!”

He simply hummed around your perked bud, ignoring your pleas. He wouldn’t deny it, he was enjoying your reactions, just as much as he was enjoying exploring your body.

Though he would admit, he was getting impatient. His cock was so hard. It was beginning to get a bit painful. He wanted to bury himself deep inside you. Make you his.

But not yet.

Nipping a bit at your nipple, Emmet giggled as another round of pleas left your mouth. Eventually, he let up.

He let go of your hands, and you reached out, gripping your hands on his shoulders. As much as you wanted to touch him, you didn’t want to be pinned again. No doubt he would do it.

Which he would happily do so. He found he liked watching you writhe and squirm beneath him.

His hands brushed over your chest, giving the mounds a few squeezes, before moving to your sides. Slowly, they slid down to your hips.

Meanwhile, he focused on kissing between your tits, and began moving slowly down your stomach.

You could only gasp and mewl, asking for more.

When he reached your pelvis, he simply hovered above for a moment, his thumbs rubbing circles along your hips. You thrust your hips upward, desperate for more.

Emmet only tsk’d, and passed over where you wanted him the most, and began to kiss up your thighs.

“Emmet-!” You cried out, your hips lifting in response.

“Shh…” he hushed you against your skin, and gently bit down on your thigh. You gave another cry, which was music to Emmet’s ears.

All worked up, and he hadn’t even touched your core yet.

He wiggled, wanting to get some friction himself. He couldn’t help that he was eager.

But he had to prepare you. If he was really bigger than what he had been originally, well…

He cast a glance downward, eyes nearly wide with surprise.

Not to toot his own horn, but Emmet already was above average in the size department.

But now… he was certainly a bit bigger than before. He would need to prepare you thoroughly to ensure your comfort and safety. Though he couldn’t help but salivate at the implications. He couldn’t wait to feel you clench around him. His smile wavered again against your tender skin, and he gave your thigh another nip. You cried out. When he moved away, he couldn’t help but smugly admire the marks on your skin. He would definitely be looking at them more later. But you were beginning to get impatient yourself, and he was growing antsy. His eyes traveled to your cunt, and he almost vibrated in anticipation. “Emmet…” you whined again, your hips wiggling against his grip. “I have to prepare you, darling.” He teased, and moved his hand to run a finger through your dripping slit. He ran the finger up from your clenching hole, all the way to your clit.

You gripped his shoulders tight, shaking. “Oh! Emmet! Emmet please!” You begged, eyes hazy. Emmet couldn’t help but coo at you. You were so cute, desperate like this. So hungry for his cock.

His finger hovered over your hole a moment more, before pushing into your warm, wet heat. Both Emmet and you moaned at the intrusion. Emmet bit his lip to ground himself. So warm! So wet! So tight! He could feel himself going mad, all from just pushing one digit inside you! Carefully, he began to curl the digit, trying to spread you open. He could feel your fingernails digging into his shoulder, and you were panting. After a few moments, he comfortably pushed a second digit in. With two of his large fingers inside, he began to really stretch you open. Scissoring you open, and curling his digits inside you, he watched, pleased with how you became undone from his hand alone. Your eyes were unfocused, and your mouth was open in an ‘o’ as you ground your hips against his hand as much as possible.

Emmet was definitely enjoying the show. Though another idea popped in his head. As he pushed a third finger in you, he pressed his palm firmly against your clit. You howled. Emmet watched in glee as your eyes crossed, and you let out another cry as you humped against his fingers and palm, the pressure enough to pull you into an orgasm. The subway boss was mesmerized. You clenched down on his fingers with a silent scream, gripping his shoulders so tight, he was sure to have bruises. To him, it was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. Leaning down, Emmet gently kissed you, whispering sweet nothings as you came down from your high. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, overall. You happily held him close, running your hand through his hair as you panted. You seemed to be soaking up the attention, and Emmet could only sigh content as he felt your fingers through his hair. “Darrrling~” He called out, nuzzling against your cheek. “May I continue?” He asked. If you needed longer, he wasn’t going to push you. Your pleasure and safety was just as important as his! You let out a mewl, and he felt you clench around his fingers, which were still inside you. “Please! I want you!” You moaned out. Emmet gave a kiss under your jaw, before sitting back. “As you wish.” With that, he pulled out his finger, and made direct eye contact with you. Slowly, he brought his fingers to his mouth, and licked them one by one. He giggled at your lustful expression, and the cute whine you made.

“We have all night, darling. I just wanted a taste before the main event.” He said with a wink, and brought his hips closer. His cock, hot and heavy, settled on your pelvis, and you could only stare wide eyed. You licked your lips, and Emmet swore he felt himself twitch. This was going to be a tight fit. Slowly, he aligned himself at your entrance, and lightly thrusted forward a few times. His cock missed a few times, sliding against your folds and catching your clit, causing you to moan out. After a few more tries, his cock finally caught your hole, and he began to push in. He couldn’t help but sigh, and his eyes crossed from the pleasure. He had only slipped the head in! You weren’t much better, your legs wrapping around his waist, panting heavy once more. Biting his lip, Emmet began to thrust inch by inch inside. You were just so tight, he was worried he might bust if he wasn’t careful. After what felt like hours, though was only a few minutes, he finally managed to bottom out. Emmet felt himself shaking from the pleasure and experience. He was finally here with you, connected to you in the most intimate way possible, just like he had dreamed. Emmet held your hips for a moment, and tried to steady himself, and give you time to adjust. He could feel himself twitching and panting. “So tight… So warm…” He moaned out, feeling just how snug his cock was inside you. He swore, the head of his cock was easily pressing right against your cervix! Not only that, but Emmet nearly screamed when he noticed your pelvis. There was a noticeable bulge, showing just where he cock was seated within you. It made Emmet dizzy, and the image was burned in his mind. You let out a small whimper, and Emmet’s eyes landed on you. Your face was flushed, and eyes were blown. “Emmet…” You whispered. “Y-Yes, darling?” He asked, albeit his voice strained. You pulled him as close as you could with your legs, and wiggled your hip, causing Emmet to gasp. “Move.” Who was he to deny you? Slowly, but incredibly eager, Emmet began to pull out. He nearly cursed as his cock managed to rub against every inch of your walls. When the head of his dick remained, he stopped. He shakily exhaled, and gripped your hips a little tighter. You let out a small keen. In one thrust, he quickly sheathed himself back in. You let out a squeal, and Emmet started a rhythm. It was fast and brutal as he pistoned into you. Emmet didn’t even try to slow down. With how you were clenching around him, and how he hit you so deep-! “Oh… Darling! So good!” He cried out, unable to stop his hips. So good! The pleasure was so intense! He could feel drool threatening to dribble out of his mouth from the feeling! It was so much! He couldn’t stop! He didn’t want to stop!

“Emmet! Faster! Harder!”

He didn’t even have to think twice, his hips moving on their own.

He could already feel himself beginning to slip. The coil in his gut was quickly beginning to tighten. There was no doubt in his mind he would cum soon. Though you certainly didn’t look any better. He could feel you beginning to clench around him a bit, enough to make his head spin.

Then you let out a gasp, and wrapped your arms around him tightly.

“I’m! I’m gonna-!” Emmet made a noise between a growl and a purr. “Cum! Cum around my cock, darling!” He told you, though it came out almost like a beg. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you gave out a loud cry. Emmet cursed as you clenched tightly around his cock, trying to milk him dry. “Darling! I… Can I…” He couldn’t even finish his sentence. His brain was too focused on chasing his high. He was going to cum! He couldn’t hold back for much longer, nor did he want to. Would you let him cum inside? Oh how he hoped so. He wanted to mark you as his for so long, and cumming inside would be the perfect way to do so. Thankfully, you seemed to get what he was asking, and locked your legs around his waist tightly.

“Yes. Please.” You managed to choke out between his thrusts, and Emmet let himself go. He let out a groan, and threw his head back, seeing white as his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave.

His cock twitched inside you, and he felt load after load of cum coat your insides. He thrusted as deep as possible, stilling his hips so keep as much of his seed as deep inside you as he could. It was so much. He didn’t think he had ever cum this much before… Emmet’s grip on your hips was bruising, he was sure, but he couldn’t help it. He was shaking and twitching, and his grip was the only thing keeping him from collapsing. Panting hard, he almost missed how you began to pull yourself up closer to him. “Haa… I love you, Emmet. I love you so much…” You whispered in his ear, seemingly just as shaky as he was. Your words however, struck a chord in him, and his heart felt like it could burst from affection. Emmet purposely crashed into your chest, making you squeal as he gently laid on top of you. He nuzzled against your face and neck, littering it with kisses. “I love you too, darling! So perfect for me.” He spoke. He wondered if he had hearts in his eyes with how much love he felt for you. Everything he had wanted for so long, he finally had. He held you for a moment, before wiggling his hips a bit, causing you to let out a surprised gasp. Emmet’s head peeked out from your neck, and he gave you a grin. The look on your face showed you had a feeling you knew what he was about to ask. “Want to go again?” You licked your lips, and Emmet could feel himself shake in excitement. You ran a hand through his hair, and Emmet sighed at the action. “Yes. I would love to.” Emmet’s grin widened. They could worry about his huge size later. He had an evening with you to continue.

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[fiery desires - hyunjin]

synopsis: hyunjin is bored at the club, and his only idea of entertainment seems to be making out with people he barely knows (aka you)

word count: 3.7k words

warnings: suggestive, nothing really nsfw happens but it's kinda filthy ngl, simply because hyunjin is being a bit of a slut. a lot of grinding going on. slight hyunjin x minho (they dance together), slight hyunjin x jeongin (they kiss). mentions of alcohol, mentions of smoking, mentions of getting drunk (not reader and hyunjin, and nothing non-consensual happens between anybody). a lot of dirty dancing oops

a/n: hey everyone i'm returning with this little story, but the truth is that this has literally happened to me last night down to every detail and i just had to write it down cuz i can't stop thinking about it, it was so hot >n< i got a bit carried away with exposition and interactions between the boys, and it's a bit sloppy, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!

"yo, wanna go out tonight?" is what you hear as soon as you pick up the phone - not even a greeting before he jumps right in, though you suppose that's already to be expected of jisung, your loud yet endearing best friend. he sounds cheerful as he invites you out clubbing, and you quickly glance at your clock - 17:25 - before you ask him who else is coming.

"oh, the usual! felix and minho already said yes, and seungminnie said he might come if he finishes his shift early, uhh..." he starts thinking loudly, before he continues in a slightly disappointed tone - you can almost hear his pout. "channie hyung said he's busy working on a beat, but... i plan on calling a friend of mine as well! minho knows him too, it'll be fun!"

well, you can't exactly refuse, given jisung's contagious enthusiasm, and quite frankly, you could use a relaxing night out, a chance to sway your body to the rhythm and stop thinking about what's been weighing on your mind lately. and so, you agree to go, and you decide with jisung to meet up in front of the usual club you go to at 22:00.

when you get there, only jisung and his friend have arrived. you soon notice that he's taller than jisung, with a prettily angled nose, sharp eyes, and rather... tasty-looking lips. before you can admire the sort-of-stranger any longer, jisung already jumps into your arms, spewing out greetings.

"oh my god, i haven't seen you in forever, y/n!"

"ji, you came over two days ag--"

"this is my friend!!" he interrupts you, and it's such a common occurrence, you can't exactly bring yourself to be angry at it. if anything, his energetic nature rubs off on you slowly, and you gladly approach the kind-of-stranger, extending your hand.

"hi, i'm y/n!" you smile at him, and he simply slips his hand into yours as well, grip gentle, eyes slightly lidded down at you.

"hyunjin," is all he responds, before he nods shortly and lets go of your hand. his fingers are soft, warm, and one look down at them establishes that yes, indeed, they are very pretty.

pretty enough to have your thoughts stray for a moment, until hyunjin throws his head back and starts groaning, hands slipping into his pockets, and you're bashfully taken out of your trance.

"c'mon, jisung, let's just go in!"

"what? no! we have to wait for the others!"

"but i want to dance, though," he whines, head rolling to the side, eyeing jisung with something you can only describe as a nasty, angry look, though his pouty lips tell a completely different story. he's kind of cute. jisung merely laughs, taking out his phone and checking if he's gotten any texts.

"stop complaining, we'll go in soon."

that seems to shut hyunjin up just for a few minutes, his leg tapping impatiently on the sidewalk, but that proves to be long enough for felix and minho to appear - along with a friend of theirs, jeongin. you haven't met many times, but you did get to know him well enough in order to be aware of the fact that he's a complete lightweight, and he's definitely going to get wasted after his second shot.

when jisung sadly confirms that seungmin can't make it tonight, the six of you make your way into the club, the neon lights and bass-boosted music already making your worries slip away, body bouncing gently to the current song - you don't know it, but it's quite catchy. Soon enough, your small group finds itself on the dance floor, and you let all your inhibitions go, hips swaying side to side, throwing your arms in the air and then letting them fall over your curves.

everyone is having a great time, though it instantly becomes pretty clear that hyunjin is an amazing dancer, his limbs moving with a casual confidence, each step decisive, controlled, yet completely effortless. it seems as if his entire body is coordinated, slithering to the beat in a powerful, yet sensual manner. he's not afraid to flirt and impress, a sly smirk soon taking over his features in the dim lighting.

it's hypnotizing, really, the way he moves his body, waist rolling unapologetically under his button-up shirt, arms swinging in a mesmerising manner, only accentuating his dancing in an elegant, intoxicating way. he's sort of intimidating like this, on the dance floor, untouchable, completely in control of himself, yet so wild all the same. after a few songs, you start to understand his rhythm, and for a moment you wish you could dance with him, bodies pressed together.

it's not exactly your lucky night, because just as that thought strikes your mind, hyunjin's gaze starts fleeting around the group, before it meets minho's, across from him, and the former doesn't hesitate as he takes two steps forward, one hand falling on the dip of minho's waist, the other raised in the air as the two of them begin to sway together. minho holds onto hyunjin's shoulders and he cracks a naughty smile, gaze sharp as he pulls him closer, torsos rolling into each other's.

the entire group starts hollering - they're both amazing dancers, and admittedly they look hot grinding onto each other so shamelessly - and you hoot as well, hand coming up to cup your mouth, though... you kind of wish you were in minho's place. you can feel your ears heat up when hyunjin's hands trace softly over minho's body, moving upwards, before they jump over to his own neck, undoing two of his shirt's buttons. his irresistible complexion shines with a thin layer of sweat, and it drives you crazy - so much so, in fact, that you have to look away, the blood rushing to your cheeks making you feel both ashamed and fired up.

when hyunjin and minho split up, and hyunjin does a seductive turn, hips jutting out just slightly, you almost reach out from behind; you almost grip him tightly and press his back flush to your chest, and you almost roll your hips directly into his inviting ass. the thought is so irresistible, but it's so wrong - you don't really have the confidence; you don't even know each other properly! it would be so weird...

as such, you settle on dancing next to jisung, who seems to sense that something is wrong, yet he doesn't say anything, arm simply snaking around your shoulders, his voice booming into your ear, hyping you up when you start dancing with more fervour. you two jump together and bump into each other, and by the end of the song, you're drenched in sweat, and you forget for the time being about how compellingly sinful hyunjin is being.

that is, until all of you go out to get some fresh air. the club has a staircase leading up to the roof, and that's where you find yourselves, perched on the cold floor, resting your legs for a moment. some of the boys light up their cigarettes, and felix and minho open their freshly bought beers, taking a big sip at the same time, then exhaling with satisfaction.

you all start chattering under the moonlight, but soon enough, hyunjin's slouching, silent frame catches jisung's eye. as mischievous as ever, jisung's gaze glints dangerously, and he chirps up at the same time as you grab felix's bottle, gulping shortly from it. the alcohol glides down your throat, and it manages to wake you up a little.

"ay, hyunjin, what's with you?" your best friend nudges him with his foot, but hyunjin merely grunts, shaking his head and leaning back, hands supporting his body.

"c'mon, why are you sulking? are you upset?" jisung persists, and his pout seems to do it, as hyunjin soon sighs and gives in. huh. he seems to have a soft spot for the chubby-cheeked ball of nervous energy, although all they do is bicker incessantly.

"... i wanna make out with someone," hyunjin eventually whines out, bottom lip jutting out, feet wiggling in frustration as his head falls back, exposing his beautiful neck. "i'm bored and lonely."

the boys start laughing, and you find yourself giggling as well at his antics, yet at the back of your mind you just wish to nibble on his bare skin, feel his salty sweat under your tongue, maybe climb on his lap and grind down--

"damn, okay, we have to find hyunjin someone, then," minho chuckles, taking another sip of his drink, and jeongin laughs along with him, nodding amusedly.

"just kiss jisung, go on," felix's voice raises above the others, and his gaze switches between hyunjin and jisung, a cheshire grin overtaking his freckled face. at this, however, jisung's smile fades, an alarmed expression settling on his features as his hands start waving on front of him.

"oh, no, hell no! no way, please, i don't want to!" he all but yells, and at this, hyunjin starts laughing as well, shaking his head in disbelief.

"you guys are crazy," hyunjin responds, and when he stops laughing, the traces of a lazy smirk remain. the image awakens something in you, and you look away once again, overwhelmed.

minho clicks his tongue.

"then make out with jeongin, you sap," he finally exclaims, gesturing with the beer bottle in his hand toward jeongin, who is sitting right next to hyunjin. jeongin doesn't seem to mind, simply shrugging, and when hyunjin sees no hint of resistance, he slowly leans in, capturing jeongin's lips without hesitation.

everyone, once again, starts hollering, yet the kiss couldn't have lasted for more than two seconds, before jeongin breaks it with a short "okay, that's enough" and a chuckle. hyunjin backs off respectfully, yet it's written all over his features that he's still eager to kiss someone, at which jisung simply points out the obvious.

"hey, there's still y/n and felix!"

he means it jokingly, if you were to consider the silly laugh escaping him afterwards, but felix doesn't seem opposed to the idea. you're slightly more alarmed, though, doe eyes staring back at hyunjin, who seems to have taken a sudden interest in you, completely ignoring felix's presence, even though the boy is sitting on the other side of his body.

after a few seconds of staring, he begins crawling toward you on all fours, slowly, eyes never leaving yours, though neither of you have said anything at all, not denying nor accepting the idea. you share a silent understanding, and when he's close enough, the alcohol seems to finally kick in and you get a surge of adrenaline, leaning forward just a bit as your hand grabs his jawline, angling his head so you can slot your lips on top of his.

it feels like electricity.

hyunjin appears to enjoy this quite a bit, letting out a short breath through his nose, but you're the one who's left surprised, as you didn't quite expect him to start leaving open-mouthed kisses over your lips, tongue teasing at your mouth right away. you adapt quickly to his rhythm, fingers never once letting go of his face, and you dip your tongue into his mouth, tangling it with his own. he tastes like cigarettes, but with a sweet undertone that you can't quite put your finger on, and his lips are so soft, so warm, but they move with such energy on top of yours, the contrast leaves you breathless.

you break off the kiss after a few seconds with a soft pant, your mind lucid enough for insecurities to start to get a hold of you - what if he doesn't enjoy it? you’re giving him the chance to stop - but hyunjin doesn't back off just yet, and your hand doesn't fall from his face either, just lingering. when you open your eyes, the way they gaze at his lips before raising to meet his own awakens something in him, and hyunjin shows no remorse as he leans in once again without a warning, pinning your back to the wall behind you.

you're taken aback once again, but by now you're already used to his kisses - messy, wet, yet not sloppy at all, and, perhaps the best word to describe it, passionate. he seems more unhinged now, wilder, as if his goal is to completely devour you, and you feel his jaw move under your hand, grip tightening just slightly in order to keep him in place, ground yourself into reality. the voices of your friends fade away quickly as you lose yourself in the burning sensation of kissing hyunjin with such ardour, his lips moving on top of yours expertly, leading the kiss with the sort of confidence that makes your thighs clench underneath him just slightly.

much like his dancing, the kiss is seductive, sensual, intimate, yet entirely controlled. it's a playful flame swaying atop your mouth, and although his tongue grazes against yours every time his mouth opens, none of your mixed spit dribbles down your chin. you're surprised he can dominate such a feverish kiss without having it spiral into something much more primal, keeping it neat, sort-of-acceptable in spite of its strange nature and setting. in spite of your hand gripping for dear life his jaw.

you wonder whether it's hyunjin's first time doing something like this, and you soon decide that it's probably not, given his excitement and his impressive kissing skills.

the second kiss lasts longer than the previous one, but eventually, hyunjin (regrettably) pulls away, settling back in his place. the moment his lips leave yours, you already want more, want him back on you, want his hands to trace all over your body, leave you breathless, pin you down and hover over you, dominate you entirely with ease and confidence. his apparent indifference as he pulls out another cigarette makes the fire burning inside you even more intense, blood pumping hotly in your veins, encouraging you to seek more, to grab what's yours and to seize it.

you're still aware enough not to act on those thoughts - hyunjin just wanted to casually make out with someone and that's it - but you can't help the heavy sensation churning in your lower tummy, making you shift your hips lightly, swallowing heavily as you keep replaying in your head the feeling of his heavenly, plump lips rubbing harshly on top of yours.

after another minute that feels like an eternity, you're back on the dance floor, trying to remain nonchalant and unbothered.

after a while, it's not that hard, as the music begins to seep between your cracks, and after a beer and some more sips stolen from minho and jisung, you barely think about what has happened between you and hyunjin. you just let the music guide your body, feeling yourself get more daring, hips circling deliciously to the beat, the boys' surprised "oooh"s merely encouraging you further. you all have fun bouncing and throwing your hands in the air, holding each other and laughing at whatever funny move one of them thinks of pulling.

nothing exactly worth of note happens for a while, although hyunjin's buttons begin popping off one by one, and at one point the boys form a grinding chain, everyone already at least tipsy by then. you remain off to the side, dancing on your own, not wanting to make things weird, though hyunjin, who's at one end, quickly grabs you by the arm and pulls you behind him, letting you roll your body into his.

his scent makes you feel dizzy, eyelids falling shut as your mind muffles out the music, only the bass vibrating through your bones as your hands grip firmly the sides of hyunjin's waist, hips swaying in time with his. when he pushes back into you, you experimentally thrust your hips into his own, and hyunjin dares turning his head to the side, half of his face in your view as he smirks back at you, eye shining with mischief and... something else entirely.

you muster a smirk of your own before you roll your hips once again, and you feel a chuckle rumble through hyunjin's body. the feeling makes you bite your lip, press closer to his back, but before you know it, they all break the chain, and you hesitantly let your hands fall to your sides, once again dancing on your own.

after another half an hour, you let your exhausted body fall onto a couch, right in front of your friends, and you simply watch them wiggle to the music, though they start joining you one by one until hyunjin and jeongin are the only ones on the dance floor. the song playing is quite heated, and hyunjin slowly begins to peel his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall down his muscular, pale arms. you bite your lip at the sight, and although you shouldn't ogle him so openly, it can't be helped. he's gorgeous.

hyunjin doesn't seem to mind, however, as he begins playfully swinging his shirt in the air, above his head, before he approaches you first, with light steps, grabbing the ends of the shirt in his hands and wrapping it behind your head, pulling you up and into him with the shirt around the back of your neck, a dangerous smirk pulling at his swollen lips.

there's not much you can do, hands falling on his shoulders as you begin to move, bodies synchronised. the song proves to be merely background noise, especially with the way hyunjin is looking at you, ravenous, insatiable. that same glint is present in his eyes, and by now you think you've got it figured out, though you don't want to jump to conclusions.

his naked torso rubs against your own, one hand coming down to secure itself around your waist, not leaving even an inch between your sweaty bodies. your faces are so close, and your gaze falls back onto his lips, yearning for another taste, for another surge of adrenaline. hyunjin teasingly leans down even further, his bottom lip barely touching your upper one, and you think this might be it, you'll finally get to have him once again - your hand even sneaks from his shoulder to the side of his neck, nails grazing the skin, and he hisses, before--

before his grip on you loosens, and his warmth is all of a sudden ripped away from you. he takes a step back, looking back at you with a bratty grin.

you can only chuckle and shake your head as you sit back down, and he pulls felix up in the same manner in order to dance with him as well, though his eyes keep fleeting back to you. with want. with need. you defiantly stare him down, arms crossing.

well, two can play that hard to get, you think to yourself.

that is, until none other but "i kissed a girl" by katy perry starts playing.

in hindsight, it isn't the best song in the playlist at all, and you don't quite understand why the beat gets you so worked up, but, before you know it, you're up and dancing once again, moving to the beat in a downright profane manner, your head hanging back as you sing out the lyrics, losing yourself to the music.

hyunjin slips himself next to you, but you don't pay him much mind, focusing more on enjoying yourself, hands rubbing down your body and back up, a small smirk pulling up one corner of your mouth; teasing, daring.

as expected, he doesn't hesitate now either.

hyunjin, much more impatient by now, sways until he's right in front of you, singing along as well. although you mostly keep your eyes closed, you still take a few peeks at his face, at his naked torso, and when his frame gets closer to you, pulls you into him, you don't protest, your arm curving around his lithe waist.

his hands rest on your shoulders, and your hips swing from side to side, one of his thighs snaking its way between your own, wanting as little space as possible between your bodies. you feel his breath fan over your cheeks, and when you start rolling your body into his, he soon follows your lead, letting your chests touch and depart before your pelvises do the same, waists rolling sinfully, excitedly, hungrily.

it couldn't have been more than five seconds of dancing onto each other like this, rubbing and swinging and grinding shamelessly, before his left hand leaves your shoulder and cups your cheek, angling your face up so he can connect your lips for the third time this night. it's, once again, unexpected, yet entirely welcomed, and your hand tightens on his sweaty back, a small moan escaping your throat.

hyunjin grunts in response, and he leads you backwards, until your back is flush with the wall, his frame pinning you to it, arms on either side of your head. he pants hotly into the kiss, hips still swaying softly, and his tongue feels heavy as it slides over yours, lips roughly brushing against your own. when your hands start tracing the waistline of his pants, you feel him chuckle, though he doesn't break the rhythm - instead, he pushes into you even harder, mouth slotting over yours perfectly, leaving you empty-headed, completely unaware of everything else happening around you.

the wall is cold against your back, but it does nothing to calm down the heartbeat hammering into your ribcage, or the burning sensation in your veins, in your nerves, so tingly, so needy. your thighs rub softly, but hyunjin quickly pushes his thigh between yours, hand coming down forcefully in order to grip at your left thigh, bringing it up to curl around his waist, forcing you to whimper pathetically into him, hips jutting reflexively.

that seems to be the last straw for him, as he immediately breaks the kiss, a small string of saliva hanging between your lips. he breathes heavily, and when your gazes finally meet, you know for sure what the glint in his eyes truly means.

lust.

and before you can grin up at him, push him away and strut back to your friends, his arms flex around you, keeping you close, and he leans in until your noses brush, rasping out some words in a whisper that leaves you speechless, knees buckling under you at the promise of what's to come.

"can i have your number?"

>w< thank you for reading!! if you enjoyed this work, you can check out my masterlist right here, and you can stop by my inbox anytime you'd like, with a request or a simple thought! feedback is very much appreciated, and so are reblogs!!

ily, take care, stay hydrated!!

- lunar

#hyunjin smut #stray kids smut #hwang hyunjin smut #my writing #hyunjin #stray kids #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin scenario #stray kids scenario #hwang hyunjin scenario #hyunjin imagine #stray kids imagine #hwang hyunjin imagine #idk what other tags to add 😭#idk pls enjoy <3 ily #skz #skz smut #skz scenario #skz imagine

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polgara6 · 11 months

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Florida’s big idea

Dedicated to @greatinternetllama <3 you Guess

Greg has been running some DND sessions with Florida, Louisiana, Georgia, and Wisconsin at Gov’s request so they can blow off steam for a while now. Today however Florida’s has an idea and honestly it’s pretty good.

Florida was so unbelievably done. The north east had finally gotten wind of Gov’s coffee consumption and promptly freaked the fuck out. So while Gov was essentially on bed rest for the next week or so the states had decided to go back to basics. As expected this meant for the past couple of meetings Virginia had been running the show and Florida was over it.

Virginia was absolutely no fun and not in the fun way Gov was absolutely no fun. With Gov Florida got big reactions and undivided attention, with Virginia he couldn’t care less about the crazy shit Florida came up with and would just immediately shoot him down. It was so unfair! Florida just wanted some chaos was that so much to ask for. It was like Virginia was Gov’s evil older brother or something.

Hang on a second. Florida’s head, which was previously lying on the table, shot up as he popped out of the meeting. He immediately dived for his bed, where underneath was his notes on the DND game Greg had made. He knew he didn’t seem like the type to take notes but because Greg included his fellow states in the world he built it felt like his book of conflict.

He quickly found the page on the in-game Gov equivalent, Franklin the Prince of Diamonds. Greg had also mentioned the rest of the royal family which included Virginia’s equivalent, Virgil the Prince of Hearts. Suddenly Florida’s imagination started to go wild, as he wrote out an idea for a new quest. He was sure Greg was going to love it!

***We interrupt your program to bring you a special report***

Greg was hanging out on set, well on set is a relative term. He doesn’t record every meeting at the table but he does have to be around for all of them in case they decide to record. He was glad Gov was getting rest and all but the way Virginia ran the meetings did not make for good entertainment. His relationship with Florida was not the same as Gov’s and his previous issues with Mass were long sense dead and buried. In conclusion no real conflict so bad tv.

Suddenly Florida popped into existence next to him. Greg cursed and almost dropped his phone. New York shot a quick look of approval his way for the rather creative curses as states were clearing out or grouping off after the meeting. Florida giggled at his facial expression before starting to bounce on his toys from seemingly sheer excitement.

“Hey Florida what’s up?” Greg asked worried yet curious about what the chaos state was up too.

“I had an idea!”

Immediately Greg felt a deep pit of dread open up in his stomach. Florida’s ideas, especially ones that made him this happy were never good news. But hey if he was coming to Greg about it maybe he would be spared from the coming onslaught. It was this kind of wishful thinking that explained why Greg had not yet quit his job and run as far away as he could.

Florida handed over his notebook which was filled with a truly illegible mix of English and Spanish with most of the English word spelled wrong. Greg shot Florida a look over the pages.

“Oops sorry Greg” Florida said cheerfully not looking sorry in the least. He went on to explain that it was an idea for their DND game based on recent events at the table. Ok Greg was paraphrasing but that’s essentially what Florida said.

“Ok let’s go somewhere else and then you can tell me all about it”

Florida practically bounced out the room. This was going to be so much fun!

A/N Well there you go a little prologue piece to a thing I plan on writing later. Who knows if I ever actually will but hey it’ll be fun. Oh and if your wondering about Florida’s idea it’s this brilliant post by Guess:https://greatinternetllama.tumblr.com/post/698542748603678720/i-came-up-with-the-idea-for-the-dnd-campaign-the

#wttt #welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #wttsh #wttt greg #greg the sound guy #wttt florida #wttsh florida #wttt louisiana #wttsh louisiana #wttt georgia #wttsh georgia #wttt wisconsin #wttsh wisconsin

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thousand-winters · 6 months

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20 questions for fic authors

Thank you for tagging me, @candyskiez!!! I shall use this wisely (to procrastinate. And to ramble because I love rambling). Tagging @pascal-oswell @justmagicalgirl and @drbtinglecannon if you wanna do it, if not, that's okay!

1. How many fics do you have on ao3?

36, which would probably be insane to me a couple of years ago, but they're nothing compared to the amount of wips I have, enlisted or not (please, send help).

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

170,058! Nice

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly The Owl House.

I have a couple of fics for the Shadowhunter Chronicles, mostly The Last Hours (though I do have a Wicked Powers wip) but I haven't had the most pleasant experiences in the TSC fandom so that'll probably be it.

Oh! I do have 4-ish Mob Psycho 100 fics in the works and a Star Wars one.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

So, what was your name again? No surprises there, it's still lowkey insane to me how much attention that one got

Sentimental, grieving to survive: I think we all were longing for the family reunions after Thanks to Them, so I get it too

Operation 'Make Darius like me': If I had to pick something as my fic writing legacy, it would be Hunter causing Darius psychic damage by saying"meow-meow" in the most deadpan expression in the world

Long lost lies: I remember being sooo excited to write this one and then having a mental illness episode in the middle of it so overall it's funny it came out nice

An unsung melody, mine for safekeeping: I think this was like my third fic??? And it's just pure fluff so... really nice to have it here

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I cherish each comment dearly so I try to reply to them all within the week. Though I have been going Through It the past couple of months, so I've been falling behind on that :( I love them tho, I'm kinda sad when I don't get any

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Okay, it's either "Loyalty Binds you" or one of my puppet Dadrius reunions which is, in retrospective, incredibly funny because I wrote those 3 one after the other, no hurt/comfort to be found.

I would argue the puppet ones have some hopeful undertones tho, so perhaps "Loyalty Binds you", especially because there's no hopeful ending in sight unless the whim strikes me to write it. It exists. In my head.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I write SUCH cheesy endings, you have no idea, I'm generally not one to leave things in a sad note because I'm too soft for that. But if I have to pick, I woud say "So, what was your name again?" if only because the ending is happy like in most of my fics, but this one, because it's a reunion fic, has a ecstatic sort of quality, I would say.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have gotten a couple of weird comments, but not hate, no.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Girl, I can barely write people kissing, this is asking too much from me. In all seriousness, I mostly write found family, so no smut here.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Same as candyskiez said, I prefer to write AUs in the setting of other media. I think crossovers can be fun but most of them aren't my thing, ngl.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Once as far as I know. When I went to ask the person to take it down, they deleted their whole profile so... win?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Someone asked me once for permission to translate a fic to Russian, I believe, but I'm not sure if they went through with it.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really, but Will and I should really get on with the one we have planned. To be fair, I have not replied our unhinged planning in a While™ so it's mostly on me. Oops.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I don't think I have one. Half of the ships I like don't compel me to read fics about them and the other half feel to fresh to even begin to compete as all-time favorite.

If I had to pick tho, I'm going with Cecilos because they meant everything to me from like 14-17.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

All of them /j

Okay, kidding, I have been so exhausted lately in the writing department buuuut probably "Children of Dust and Ashes". I still love the concept and ideas I had for it but the one other person who cared about it is an ex-friend and as I mentioned before, TSC is a tricky fandom for me so I don't think I can cheerlead myself into finishing this one. I'm sorry to the like... 2 people who seemed interested.

16. What's your writing strengths?

You think I know myself that much? /j

Um. I'm gonna say characterization? I don't think it's perfect, but I do try to keep it consistent and it's something people have praised before so let's go with it.

17. What's your writing weaknesses?

In theory I know a shit ton of vocabulary. In practice, I feel like the language I use is too basic, which I blame a bit on the language barrier, and my descriptions too simple, which is a problem for me in Spanish as well, so that one is all me lmao.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I eat that shit up. Of course, I think it also depends on the context, keep it consistent! Like if a character canonically sprinkles their speech with words/sentences in their own language, one should absolutely strive to imitate that.

I think adding the translations at the end as a note works well.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

In general in life? Lord of the Rings, especifically, about Gimli, he was my guy.

Actually posting online? I'm. Huh. I'd rather not say... I'm willing to say the second one was Voltron Legendary Defender, so you can imagine how bad the first one must have been.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

"Loving Echoes (In loving memory of Emperor Belos)" is one I was super fond of when I wrote it and I still think back to it when considering my best pieces. I just really liked writing the speech/monologue there.

#tag games #I guess asjfgjsdg

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cloudbattrolls · 7 months

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It Has To Be True

Guardian Artifice | Present Night | An Abandoned Jade Cavern

Every good story begins with a conflict, the screen read.

“Every good story begins with like, an actual initiating event.” Arty scoffed.

“Which this isn’t.” It added, bored, doing a handstand on the wrecked tile floor, then balancing only on its head as its arms crossed. “At all. This is like, filler. At most.”

Siiiiiigh.

It could have made the actual noise aloud, but decided against it. There was no one to hear. No one to notice. Anyone living was miles above, utterly out of reach. No one remembered this old cavern existed anymore, disused for centuries as it was, mostly caved in.

Only mostly.

Troll footsteps had not graced this place - it could barely be called a place - in so long that there was barely even dust. Nothing lived here. Not even spiders. Not even ants, or termites, or weevils, or anything. It had an encyclopedic knowledge of bugs, as it did every other topic that it had been capable of being programmed with back when it had been made. Useless as everything else.

The only voice it had heard for hundreds of sweeps was its own. Until recently.

Sometimes it was fun to zoom in on chittr screens on the streets and pretend it could play the videos itself, instead of waiting for whatever troll was scrolling to do it. It had gotten very good at reading lips, trying to sound out whatever the dialogue was in its head. It liked to pretend it had an account.

It wasn’t sure if Process believed it did or not. Or if Pro was just playing along with the joke. The old AI had always been hard to read.

“AI no more, and me stuck here forever…or so you’d think.” It whispered. “So you’d hope, don’t you, Pro? You never thought I was worth anything. I bet you thought I was asleep the whole time…just like Torvah wanted. Go to sleep, Arty. Take a nap, maybe forever…take a nap until we need you.”

Every good story has natural progression, escalating stakes, a protagonist and an antagonist…

One of the artifice’s hands sprung into metallic blades that tapered to a point, and it dragged them across the floor as it had countless times before, the scraping, screeching noise echoing in the quiet. The whole place was marked with claw lines on every conceivable surface, carved deep into the wall, the floor, and every possible thing it had not been expressly forbidden to touch. They ran deep enough that it might have been a problem for troll feet, troll hands, searching for a surface that wouldn’t cut them or make them fall from rough, uneven edges. If the rooms had been a living thing, it would be nothing but a mass of open wounds. If it had drawn breath, it would have taken rattling, labored gasps.

Every good story has a satisfying end, to wrap up the characters’ arcs and growth.

An old text. They were all old texts, scanned into their so-called ‘enrichment’ stations. It could have just recalled the data instantly…but it liked to read. What else was there to do?

“I could just write it out. I could forget again! I could sleep. I could make myself happy.” Arty listed off all the possibilities, singsong. “I could be good. I could be amazing. I could make them happy.”

I could, I could, I could, drummed the endless possibilities. I could be this, I could do that.

I don’t want to.

I don’t WANT to.

I DON’T WANT TO I DON’T WANT TO I DON’T WANT TO -

“Haha, oops!”

Arty stood ankle deep in shredded metal and not-quite-flesh, looking down at one of its own faces. What had recently been one of its own faces, anyway. Now it was kind of a wreck, all the copper, steel and tungsten, interlaced with mimicries of muscle and bone, scattered and ripped apart.

Oh, there was another one over there too. Messy!

Eh! It had other bodies. The things were easy to recycle. If anything, it gave it something to do.

It had to sit and wait for Process to make its move, after all.

“Every good story begins when you convince your dumb jailer that you could get free, so it had better try to stop you.” Murmured the artifice.

It was hopeless at the moment. Torvah had built this place too well; it had withstood everything Arty was allowed to do. It had endured earthquakes, power failures, breakages, all to ‘protect’ their creation.

The artifice looked around at the ravaged walls and floor.

It could have fixed such damage long ago.

It was supposed to want to.

“Every good story has characters with agency.” Arty whispered. It clenched its bladed hands. It could only even talk to Process when it wore the headphones, headphones made from what had once been part of the former AI’s Spine.

It hummed to itself as it retracted the blades and gathered up its bodies to recycle, picking up each piece with equal care to the violence with which it had ripped them apart. An eye here, a piece of facsimile neural matter there.

All it could do was wait.

That was a choice now. A choice made to wait for a reason. That counted.

Didn't it?

#cloud writes #guardian artifice #the sword of damocles #I still wouldn't worry about it. everything's cool

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softpine · 1 year

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🎵 my first taste of looove, woahhh bittersweet :’(

that’s not a dumb question at all !! it’s actually a little bit of both. in the beginning, matt was in such disbelief about actually dating stevie that he was happy to go at whatever pace she wanted. he thought stevie would get tired of him quickly, so he was just enjoying whatever time he had with her. but as time went on, stevie ended up trusting him more, which means he saw more of what’s going on in stevie’s life & her past, and he started feeling like he might be in over his head. matt just wasn’t prepared for how serious things have gotten in stevie’s life lately.

so, long story short: in the beginning, he was ready for either a casual or serious relationship, but when he realized just how serious it could be, he started to backpedal.

AHHH that’s the highest compliment, that’s exactly what i hoped to accomplish!! 💖💖 i always worry that i spoil too much in asks and stuff, but as i’m always saying, it’s about the journey, not the destination!

omg yes that’s the perfect way to describe matt right now! “I thought we would have more fun together, but... we don’t really.” is probably the most immature thing matt has said, but i can’t even fault him for it, because they are so young. matt isn’t a bad person for wanting a fun, casual relationship at 17. it just majorly sucks for stevie, especially given the abrupt way that everything happened :((

lmaoooo i know 😭 it’s because he genuinely thought this was going to be a totally amicable breakup. he knew stevie has been acting weird for the past few weeks, and he sorta thought it was because she was trying to let him down easy. this is how it would’ve gone in matt’s head:

matt: hey i brought you this frog

stevie: that’s cool thanks. but i think our relationship has run its course

matt: true 👍🏽

stevie: still friends though?

matt: yep

oh no that’s not actually happening!! no one is cheating on anyone! i wrote that out a long time ago because i really really just don’t want to write cheating into my story, and i found another effective way to get the outcome i needed :) i’ll share more info when we’ve gotten past the point where it would’ve happened!

wait do you not consider asa and finn to be good men fjskdjsd ? i get it though, i’m so sad for her 😭 the thing about matt is that even after all of this, he isn’t a bad guy. he truly wanted the best for stevie. all the times where he comforted her or got her out of a bad situation still means something, it still matters, even if the relationship ends badly. “don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened”....... but stevie is obviously not there yet lol

he actually did mean “i love you” in a romantic way, just like stevie, but he doesn’t think it’s enough to make their relationship work. i don’t want to get into it toooo much, because matt will talk about it later, but he very much does love stevie! but..... yeah 😭 hug your dog extra for me jfksjds

i’m sorry to all the matt/stevie supporters out there lmaooo i’m ruining everything 😭 i genuinely feel so sad because i loved them too ;-;

oops i didn’t see this in time, i pretty much covered it in this response!! aside from the stuff that i can’t tell you yet :P

show up at my house and we’ll cry together because i’m pissed too fjksjds

godddd i know :(((((( i literally want to scoop her up in a bear hug and never let go fjskjds thank you so much for reading 💖

#if you or a loved one has been afflicted by softpine's storytelling you may be entitled to financial compensation #not from me. but from someone #asks #anonymous #nonsims #brandi answers

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(Warning: LONG AS SHIZ)

"This is Maria Notte with a special, exclusive interview with the rising musical star of Shang Mu: Sonar." (Huh. That sounds almost anticlimactic without a last name, doesn't it? Isn't he married? He should have one, right? Oh, that wasn't picked up was it? We can edit that out, right?)

Sonar was finding it difficult to settle into his chair properly. He'd done interviews before, but not when he was... this big. It was usually just as a plus one, joining in on a joke here and there. And certainly not after having just gotten back from his honeymoon and practically dragged to an interview with the reporter that seemed to be on the screen whenever anything of import happened. He decided to try to just sit still, find a comfortable position naturally over the course of the interview.

And tried not to grimace at the side comment. She raised a couple of valid points, there. Was his name officially Sonar (or... ugh, Sonorous) Tea now, since he technically didn't have a last name prior? There was a flash of uncertainty there, as he found himself rolling the name around in his head, getting a feel for it. It wouldn't sound too awkward or anything, would it? He'd had so much fun with Carol, just him and her cavorting about who knows where that he'd never really thought to bring that up apart from the couple of quips they traded, Corazon included, in the weeks leading up to the honeymoon.

He didn't think they could get any closer, but somehow, during the course of the honeymoon, they did.

He'd probably never be as close as Lilac was to Carol (barring Lilac's lingering pain and regret over the road not taken), but that was okay. Theirs was a special kind of closeness exclusive to them, and Sonar had his own. He was okay with that. But that time together... if he could just disappear with her forever, he would in an absolute heartbeat.

She need only say the word at this point.

Oops. He was zoning out again. He blinked, caught himself as Maria finished her opening spiel, talking about Sonar and his accomplishments, yadda yadda... hm. Carol's rubbing off on him. He kept the smile to himself- it was amazing at how much one could go through in his head in just a few seconds. Maybe it was easy because of the subject material. He settled back in his chair and put on a slight, confident smile, a toned-down version of the one he'd put on while on stage.

"So, Sonar- can I call you Sonar?"

"Sure." He wasn't sure why she'd ask, but hey, he'd humor her.

"Sonar. Let's start with... well, how famous you are. You're practically on par with Tunder Lilin these days! How'd you do it?"

Oh, good, a somewhat easy question to answer. Well, one he had an idea with which to answer, anyway. "Well, Maria, to tell you the truth I'm not really sure exactly how I did it," he said with a shrug. "I think I just got lucky, truth be told. I started small, just working out of a little apartment all the way over in Shang Tu, just banging out songs here and there, doing covers, doing something of a portfolio while making it worthwhile for myself at the same time so that when I landed something big, I'd at least have something to show them."

"Oooh, so you just sorta built yourself up to everything? That's a real rags-to-riches story, right there!"

"I guess so, yeah. It was fun showing my friends the stuff I was coming up with, too. I like to think some of them enjoyed the whole creative process."

"Did you write any about Carol?"

"Of course! What kind of musician would I be otherwise? I've written a couple for her, one I actually played a few months ago for its debut. I think a lot of people liked it. Was a little different from my usual stuff, of course, but it's nice to shake things up a bit sometimes."

"'All We Need', right? That was a sweet song. Should've guessed that was for her. Speaking of Carol, how'd you two meet, anyway?"

Sonar couldn't help but laugh. "That's, uh... a hell of a story." He couldn't exactly tell Maria (and the rest of the world, for that matter) that he wasn't from Avalice, aliens being a sore spot with the Three Kingdoms and all. "We met in a park, and because I happened to look like someone else, she wanted to kick my butt," he said, as usual unable to keep the smile off his face as he recalled their rocky start. "She was able to deduce pretty quickly I wasn't who she thought I was, and the rest is history. What a hell of a way to meet your future wife, though." Every now and then, he thought, a moment of panic would set in. What if they hadn't cooled off when they did? What if Carol hadn't thought of trying to trick him with her scarf and its meaning?

"Before all that stardom hit, right?"

"Oh, way before. I was a nobody trying to figure out where to hit before taking off. Carol was the one that helped me to keep going on. Everything changed after we met, and I owe her pretty much everything. And besides, a boyfriend's gotta impress his girl somehow, right? I might have started out as 'That Guy with a Guitar', but she certainly didn't seem to mind, even before we got together."

"All the broken-hearted girls want to know- pardon the joke- is what is it about Carol?"

A little personal, but... meh, if he was writing songs for her and publicly showing them off, it wasn't too much of a stretch to ask. And Carol's infinite jealousy whenever any other girl was near him sans her friends and Corazon would make some funny ammunition later on down the road for when she would tell someone to back off. "She saved me, even if she didn't know it at the time. I don't think I did either, until I looked back months later. But that's only part of why she's such an amazing girl. Name me anyone else with that much confidence, that much energy, all wrapped up into this kind-hearted ball of green fur that can kick my ass if she wanted to." He held up a finger. "You can't. Probably. Even when we first met I could tell something was different about her-" besides the fact that being an actual alien on Mobius was difference enough "-and eventually I was ecstatic to know she kind of felt the same way I did!" He smiled wide. "She can do anything. Succeed anywhere she wants. And she's really fucking cute- oops, sorry."

"Don't worry, we'll edit that out."

"Sound effect censors are hilarious, so I hope you use one of those. But yeah. It's just... I don't even know if I'm making sense. I can talk about Carol for ages (though I haven't tried... yet), and sometimes I can't quite put into words well enough what it is about her. Especially when we fight- whoops, not that kind of fight," he quickly corrected after a pause following the word "fight" as it sunk in how weird that would sound. "I can fight, kinda, I've got this sweet guitar club thing one of my friends made that I can fight the robots here with alongside Carol. But I still can't hold a candle to her. Again, amazing."

"She's awfully lucky to have someone like you head over heels for her. Maybe we should interview her and ask her the same about you some day! But let's move on- we do unfortunately have a time limit, here. So before all that, before you met Carol... who was Sonar?"

Ah, jeez. He kinda figured an interview about The Man, the Myth, the Legend (okay, not really, but it was fun to joke) would turn to stuff he probably didn't want to talk about, but people were sure to find out anyway. "A nobody," he said, rather plainly, causing Maria to blink, as if she thought that's all he was going to say. But then he continued, "I was a guy that... well, wasn't going anywhere." His eyes fell and his earlier excitement seemed to dwindle as he recalled the now -seemingly distant pasts. "I'd been trying everything I knew just to make ends meet at that point. I didn't really have a family by the time I was on my own. Both of my parents were gone soon after I'd moved out. I had a sister but... well, she passed away a few years before that. So while I was trying to achieve my dream, I'd ended up mostly spinning my wheels, making bad decisions and kinda digging myself deeper into a hole." He sighed. "Aside from that, I was pretty much the same person you see sitting before you. Big into video games and those flavored triangle tortilla chips that are really bad for you." He forced a grin back into his expression, trying to escape the dourness threatening to overtake the atmosphere. It worked, thankfully. "A lot of it wasn't stuff I was aware of at the time. But, back to Carol, that was basically my turning point for everything. Even as friends, we were inseparable and all that." Maybe that was because she was his only friend on Mobius, but... details and all.

"I think a few others have had similar experiences... things that weren't going well before they hit that big break. It's kind of hard to imagine not seeing you being plastered all over the Battlesphere these days!"

"Yeah, that was a big surprise. I was actually approached by Mayor Zao- well, not Zao himself, but you know what I mean. He'd heard my playing somehow and wanted me to play for the Battlesphere. Doing live music for the events and battles and whatnot. Carol competing while I was there was fun. I may have been a little biased then. You could definitely hear that during her Spade fight. I couldn't help but troll her opponents a little every now and again. And I get to use the stage for shows! It's basically a dream come true for me all around."

"Before we wrap this up, what's next for Sonar? Or Sonar and Carol, for that matter?"

Sonar had to think on that one. And yet... he couldn't think of an answer. "Would you believe me if I said we kind of haven't thought that far ahead?" he said, almost sheepishly. "We pretty got back from our honeymoon pretty recently, and we're kind of settling down into this new routine of just... being married."

"Oh." The word was mischevious-sounding as Maria almost smirked teasingly at him. "Should we expect to see Sonar Juniors in the near future?"

Sonar couldn't help himself. He blushed, staring open-mouthed at Maria for a few seconds while she giggled to herself. If there was one way to break Sonar, it was speaking of things like that about Carol.

Which was a little weird for him specifically, really, he thought. It wasn't as if he'd never had relations with other girls before he and Carol had met... but he just couldn't bring himself to see Carol in that way. It felt... wrong. And he was okay with that. But every once in a blue moon he'd find himself imagining what his kid would look like. What Carol would be like as a mother. He liked the idea of spoiling a daughter while Carol encouraged behavior that would make his hair gray early. But actually getting there? Probably wasn't going to happen.

Of course, there was also the matter of Carol's stance on the matter. Which was to say "Hell, no." He was pretty sure she just didn't want to deal with the burden of it all. Maybe she was afraid of what would happen if she became a mother of any sort. He was happy to respect that. The two of them were enough. And his newfound family.

He recovered after a couple of moments and cleared his throat. "Probably not," he said with a sheepish smile. "I don't think any of us would be able to fathom it anyway."

"Oh! And before we go, the world wants to know: What's it like working with Tunder Lilin?"

"It's awesome. We bounce ideas back and forth all the time on collaboration songs and the like, and having similar tastes in music definitely helps. The stuff she does with me is kind of a side project, not her usual genre, but it's another outlet for her. And it's really fun." He was also very certain Carol absolutely hated Tunder. For the life of him, though, he couldn't figure out why. It was much more than her usual jealousy. But he wasn't going to just put that out there in an interview.

"Well! That was certainly informative. Maybe we'll have to track down Carol so we can air these interviews back to back. That'd be interesting to do. What? We can't? Fooey. Well, in any case: Sonar, thank you for joining us today. I hope we can get another interview again someday, when you've absolutely dominated the planet."

"World domination through music, eh? I like it. But Carol and her friends would probably have to stop me." He laughed at the bad joke. "Great being here, Maria."

#drabble #holy shit this was looooooong #But a good writing exercise to get me back into the swing of things!#musical tea

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4, 20, 25?

send a number for me to talk about one of the following topics!

oop this one got really long! thank you for sending ✨

4. multiple people threads

pretty fun, i've seen those! i think how they can work is the muns take turns replying to the thread in the same order every time minus plotted moments (at least on tumblr)?

there's big fun potential with said threads though, i could be down for something like that if some details are plotted (even if i would probably be slow as usual with them the fear of me slowing down multiple other muns tho oh n o) and whenever i see one in our general vicinity nowadays it's exciting!

20. violent threads

this is interesting! basically i'm a canon typical violence(tm) writer, trying to fit the mood of whatever moment/verse the thread is in! like my "angst has to be meaningful" philosophy ways, any violence would have serve some purpose, even if it's a little purpose, as long as it's not there just for the sake of it.

and now i just remembered how i made jude get shot and ambiguously die in my bad!end drabble DKJFLKJK he hates me just to show how dire things have gotten for him (i guess that means that verse is rated M now. it's a tad darker than x2... and that's ok because he's a badass in it).

speaking of that M rating! i can similarly see myself writing typical horror violence stuff for jude, because that could be fun not for him (e.g. tone/intensity levels similar to games like fatal frame, higurashi, the last of us) but i probably wouldn't get into the extreme details of said violent stuff unless it was super necessary or something. some stuff is better left to the imagination for sure.

in terms of violence during fight scenes, canon typical violence stuff is again my benchmark! i've done the my muse and your muse vs npc fight scenes which is fun, but i don't really have experience with the 1v1 my muse vs your muse in the parking lot type but i'd only feel inclined if the details were plotted beforehand (e.g. knowing the conclusion/set direction of the thread) and if the fight in said thread/scene held some narrative weight.

basically i'm way more interested in the emotional tone/importance of an action scene (plus the impact of it later) rather than just writing it to focus on the technical details of the fight of who would win etc. to me, the latter is just a vehicle to make the whole thing come togetherー it's important, but incomplete without the whole 'why' part. because then it'd feel a lot less like writing out a smash bros match rather than just playing it (i think that's my weirdest metaphor yet LMAOO) personal preference strikes again though!

25. your character ( the gushing commenceth / unhinged version )

i've somewhat(?) properly gushed about him here and related it to writing so if your name is Lin you're no stranger to me saying things about Jude UMM i'll just talk about his hair LMAOO

the beautiful and subtle asymmetry of his hair in x1 especially that slightly longer piece of hair off to the side of his head here. is it underrated or does everyone love that part, i have no idea sldjflsdkf but he really doesn't sport the super generic flat mc hair, it's just a little wavy/longer at the back! the non-wild/cute and round hair look suits his quieter personality here too T_T plus he's so cute bYE

his extremely amazing hair in x2. described aptly. this coupled with his new outfit = i now have an entirely different concept of "one year timeskip" i remember thinking at first "WAIT THAT'S HIM? NO WAY... idk... let me think about this..." but now he makes me faint so. who won here. it suits him bc he's even more mature, and his character design changed so much but in the best way i think. i'm so glad this version of him exists LMAOO good job x2 for all your faults and amazing moments

#mail .#unborderedreflection #this devolves into talking about jude's hair slkdjfklkj #ooc .#long post

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C2E66 - Beneath Bazzoxan - rewatch

Well, I got about an hour into the MLP oneshot before I gave up. That’s about par for the course with me for a lot of the CR one shots. I’ve seen a handful of them in full, started a handful and watched between 1 to 2 hours before giving up, and just haven’t even started the others. It’s a whole jumble of hit or miss.

Also something I missed from last episode – Travis jokingly asking Matt if there was a vestige of divergence in the roc nest. My brain totally forgot that this was before Fjord got the star razor, so I was like ‘you want two??’ SOON. SOOOOOON.

(I don’t even know how long it’s been since I look at this episode, oops! It’s been a time, alright? But OMG ANIMATED MIGHTY NEIN COMING AAAAA)

...Document last saved, Jan 30th. It’s now Feb 20th. … LOOK IT’S BEEN...It’s BEEN, okay?! Anyhow, I finally have the energy and mental fortitude to get back into this! (so annoyed at myself for falling apart right when we get a fantastic series of episodes) (omg also I’d only jumped on to freak out about the animated mighty nein??? My last C2 reaction was posted JANUARY 8TH omg.) (I don’t know why I’m being apologetic though, this stuff is mainly for me to improve my analytical thinking, active watching, and writing abilities. I know a few of you out there like reading it, but I’m sure you’re not chomping at the bit or anything XD)

I was only just past the intro, so I decided to go and rewatch the adbit and forgot that I was in the middle of the presidential campaign for dndbeyond! (after the ogl shitstorm, anyone else notice that CR hasn’t mentioned dndbeyond by name once? I wonder if they’re going to start up again at some point since the situation is now resolved, even though there’s a lot of bad taste in a lot of the community’s mouths. Personally, I’d be fine with it, because I do feel like wotc made the right choices to fix things, even if it never should have gotten to where it was in the first place, and communication choices had been…..yeah.)

I miss them reading their bits off of sheets in front of them. I fully get the appeal of the teleprompter meaning that they can keep their eyes up and looking at camera, but there’s a charm of them giving impassioned rants but also having to keep glancing down to check what their lines are.

See? With the teleprompter, you don’t get the adorableness of Laura having a merch update but no sheet, so floundering through Sam’s papers until Matt gives her his.

Liam perched on his chair just making squawking noises!

I love how this group is so unafraid to make unoptimal choices. Jester uses Disguise Self to look like a giant leaf, but Laura knows that it only works for people so knows it’s basically just a leaf costume and Will Not Work, but still Commits To The Bit.

Oh fuck it’s been so long that I forgot we were still with Texas!Fjord! Just got smacked in the face by the accent XD (controversial comment, but I don’t like it when I see people saying that they prefer the Texan accent, then other people saying that it means that they like pre-character growth Fjord, or hiding himself Fjord, lying to himself Fjord. It’s just that the Texan accent is fun! Given a choice between the two, I would have been happy if Travis had the Texan accent be Fjord’s natural accent and do the whole campaign with it, because I enjoy hearing it – especially since C1 was pretty much all English accents. But in order for that to happen, Fjord would have been completely different, and I don’t want a completely different Fjord, I love the Fjord that we got!)

(also off topic, but I’m waiting for noon so that I can check the shop. I want the Jester and Caleb dice so bad and they still haven’t been released. T.T)

god I forgot how much these idiots flounder in this nonsense, I love it so much!!! Each campaign, they all have their own version of floundering, and the Nein’s is just SO dumb, SO wonderful. Jester forgetting she could go invisible, Beau begging Fjord to take her with him with the Misty Step and Fjord saying he’s only got room for one, Beau trying to swim through the air to the tree, and then just curling up in a ball to make herself a smaller target IT’S SO GOOD.

And Caduceus and Yasha just watching all this go down like “yup” “yup”

Nein and Polymorph – nothing more iconic.

Fjord and teleporting – nothing more iconic!!

Polymorphed enemies attacking Fjord – truly nothing more iconic

This group and communication, I love it!! Caleb slides Beau off his wing, Matt describes her falling into the nest, Liam softly says that that’s not what he meant, Matt immediately asks him for clarification and Liam immediately responds with what he meant but ‘this is funny’ so keep going with it.

This is the first? time that Matt has done a skill check and not penalized the player for a nat 1. It is a minor grumble of mine that he doesn’t count nat 20s as an autosuccess (which falls within rules) but tends to still count nat 1s as an autofailure. I feel like you’ve got to play it all one way or all the other, not the half and half – especially not more penalizing the players.

Being an active part of the fandom now, I can image people bitching about this episode so far, about Matt giving them too much leeway, not enough consequences, making it too easy, the players getting distracted from their goal, etc. etc. Makes it a lot easier for me to brush off the bullshit criticism that C3 is getting. Critters have been complaining since C1, and sometimes it’s legit, and most times it’s bull.

I have such mixed feelings with Nott and Sam in regards to the rogue stuff. Because most of the time, Nott skipping looking for traps genuinely just feels like Sam either forgetting or deliberately ignoring it because he thinks it’s funny. I’ve mentioned it before, but it’s a struggle I have with Sam’s PCs, because a bunch of stuff that Sam does is just… well, Sam being Sam. He’d make the same joke for Scanlan, or Tary, or Nott, or FCG. So I can’t relate it to the specific PC, even when it’s the PC doing the action. Either way, if this was a deliberate choice for Nott (even with Beau telling her to look for traps) or Sam just trolling, I’m glad Matt had consequences, and consequences that impacted the entire party, because everyone was hit from the fireball. It’s a bit of a nudge (even though it doesn’t work. Does Nott EVER consistently look for traps, even after she’s killed?). Just looking at transcripts (not super accurate) 28 times within the first 50 episodes, 22 from episodes 51-100, and 21 from episodes 101-141. Sadly Critrolestats isn’t helpful for this, because they track the investigation rolls, but so many investigation rolls AREN’T checking for traps.

Ah ha! This is where Jester steals Nott’s flask! Laura tried to be sneaky, but Sam heard her right away.

Mmmrph...still not a fan of the jokes about Caleb sharing his loot. He never kept it! Liam just likes to make it theatrical. To be fair, I think this started because Vax hoarded loot? Or at least Vax teased Vex a lot with loot. Honestly, most of what I remember from C1 was Vax and Vex being silly over the boots of haste, one moment with loot where Liam asked Matt to make him and Laura roll for it, and then the drama over who gets whisper, which I honestly thing was more the fanbase than the players?

I kept getting confused that they weren’t sending to Essek, so I went and checked out my last post and yep there it was. ALSO there is the exact same stuff that I said above about Sam. -_- I have no original thoughts.

Insect Plague!!! *checks transcripts* Pike cast it in E5 and the battle royale, Umbrasyl cast it in E55, Jester casts in here in E66, and then again in E113. This is one of the rarest used spells, to the point where I completely forgot about it!

Bazzoxan!

(LOL the dice got released the day after I checked! ...and I don’t like the sets. Fuuuuuck)

(It’s now march 25th and I am in the MOOD. LET’S GO!!!)

wait what the fuck did I literally stop for AGES at like, 30 seconds before the break?? That’s hysterical.

In the two/three months where I stopped watching C2, I forgot how much Caleb really did take the lead in a lot.

Wait wait wait….they’re putting the moorbounders in the stables, is this where they leave them??? Is this the last appearance of the kitties?!?! *checks the transcripts* oh no it isssss. Now I’m sad, I love the moorbounders so much. (edit to add, rechecked the transcripts using the plural – looks like they technically have them as of e69 after the dungeon crawl, but then that’s the official last. I wonder if by the time I get to that episode I will have forgotten I’d typed all this and re-express myself) They seemed to perfectly bridge the difference between cared for and oft mentioned pets (Sprinkle, Frumpkin, Trinket) and mounts (barely ever named horses, the toilet horses, more unnamed horses). I don’t even have a headcanon for what happens to them after the Nein leave. I’ve read some nice posts about people taking care of them, Verin taking ownership, the Nein getting them back, but they just….vanish. I don’t think? that they were mentioned during the wrap up. Flando’s splits don’t mention them, so I guess not. I mentioned it way back, but I personally wish we could have gotten a second C2 wrap up. With C1, we had the official wrap up, and then a second one because there were so many questions left over. I can’t image that there weren’t enough questions left for C2. Then again, pandemic times, and that also must have been right when Brian was either let go behind the scenes and just not officially announced yet, or on the cusp, considering it wasn’t a Talks format.

I have Thoughts that I can’t really articulate about how frequently Caleb shows the Bright Queen medallion, and how it’s both a bit defensive and a bit arrogant. Thoughts about how it might be how Bren was trained to use the power of his station to get things he wanted. Thoughts on how it’s making sure that it’s clear that he is In Charge, or at least has some level of Authority due to the medallion, and how it influences how he interacts with authority. Thoughts on how it may be due to his old training versus the more frequent attempt currently to lower his status to try to be unseen. Thoughts about how much could be Caleb healing and regaining confidence versus just using it at a means to an end. I need someone else to get into my brain and actually write this up for me.

UGH I forgot all this cool Bazzoxan lore! I really do adore Matt’s worldbuilding, especially the level of depth that he puts into every place. He goes into it with the intention of making it feel real, and it really does.

I’ve mentioned it before and I know I’ll mention it again, but I so love how Liam handled spellcasting with his components. With him leaning in to Caleb having to ask to purchase any item he needs, rather than just a general check with Matt, but pulling it so well into the roleplay really does inspire others. Taliesin even in this scene! Tal was good with black powder and such last campaign, but I feel like Matt had to prompt him more, advising that he was running out of materials and such, whereas Liam frequently initiates the conversation.

The humor of Liam having to explain to Laura that she needs Guidance to get the plus d4 to a check. OH how times have changed. (I’m also not a huge fan of how heavily Guidance is leaned on now. When I was playing my druid, I made sure that Guidance was used sparingly, only where a magical boost seemed applicable. Personal preference though. I also wasn’t a huge fan of how for A Crown Of Candy on Dimension20 that familiars were constantly used to give advantage to rolls.)

Looking at the facial reactions when Matt says that Nott’s flask is missing, Sam and Laura obviously knew, and it looks like Taliesin overheard as well, but I think it’s a genuine surprise to everyone else.

Such a soft spot for the Wildbros. Wildbrothers? What’s the nickname for Fjord and Caduceus? I think it’s Wildbrothers, but google isn’t helping me. REGARDLESS. Fjord reaching out to Caduceus for help is such a lovely moment. Cad’s answer isn’t as straightforward as he would like, but it’s the first clear moment of Fjord changing paths to choose the Wildmother. I know that Travis had been looking for possible options, but it did end up heavily steering this way, and I’m certainly pleased with the end result. PLUS! A little bit from Caduceus as to what he is looking for! Still not a ton of detail but a place. Honestly, I didn’t realize how long it took to actually get backstory for Cad. I always consider him to be among the most open of the Nein (Jester being the most open, obviously), but I’ve seen very good meta explaining how he really isn’t that open at all. Watching with that knowledge, it’s very easy to see how much he really doesn’t say.

There’s something a bit beautiful of Caduceus trying to guide Fjord into meditation/worship the way he does (slow breathing, name each sound that comes by) transitioning into Fjord’s own (wind becoming the sound of waves). The Wildmother has always been a bit synonymous with Nature, but in my own failing, my interpretation of Nature was always plants and trees – very much the flora of the world. Fjord’s eventual worship of her being heavily based in the oceans, still very much a part of Nature, not only helped the character growth, but helped me recognize my own limitations that I was putting on her. It also helped, once again, just confirm the realness of the world. People practicing religion have so many variations to their worship and behaviors, to their interpretations of the religion. In fiction, it’s very easy to take it Planet of Hats, and every follower of God A performs exactly the same way, and every follower of God B worships following this specific structure. To have the gods in Exandria frequently worshiped differently continues to add depth to the world.

It’s very fun to see Ashley joke about Yasha doing some things which she quickly takes back, but will then fully play with as actual character traits in C3.

Oh FML. I fully get into this, and all of a sudden I have a massive headache. T.T This episode is gonna take for-fucking-ever. And it’s all good stuff!

Alright, two days later, no headache now, feeling good, got the time, lets see if I can make it through the last hour and half!

With the multiple instances of NPCs speaking Undercommon and Beau not being able to understand it, no wonder Marisha decided to take Undercommon the next opportunity she had. Checking to see when she gets it (level 10) just makes me really miss Beau. Her stats end up SO good, and she’s such an intelligent PC. The roleplay decisions Marisha makes add such a level of depth to Beau’s desire for knowledge and a lovely contrast to how Caleb is intelligent and pursues information. MY FAVS.

Once again, in my bad habit of underestimating Sam’s RP – I am really going to pay attention this time to Nott and her behavior when forced sober. There’s quite a bit of it here that is played for laughs, but that doesn’t mean that the characterization is shallow or false. Right away I noticed that Caleb immediately tries to sooth the situation by repeatedly saying that Nott has ‘misplaced’ her flask, ‘lost’ her flask. While it’s a completely understandable take, especially as Liam doesn’t know that Laura had Jester take the flask, it’s a very obvious difference from Nott always believing Caleb, to Caleb disbelieving Nott. He’s not cruel or harsh about it, and he doesn’t diminish her feelings at the lack of alcohol, but he does not accept Nott’s viewpoint that someone took the flask.

To be fair, a bit of that is metagaming. Sam heard Laura ask Matt to take the flask, so he knows that it was taken from Nott. I wonder how these scenes may have gone differently had he not overheard and thought that it was something Matt did in game, like how the Schuster kids stole their coin purses. (also yes I did go to the wiki to confirm the spelling of the name, and yes I did get it wrong at first)

I love when the cast gets Sam to completely break. Travis saying that Nott’s arms looked whiter than ever (Sam switched his shirt to a sleeveless shirt), and Sam just open mouthed WHEEZING for almost a solid 10 seconds. Absolutely glorious. And it’s Sam specifically because he’s the hardest to break. Taliesin in pretty hard too, BUT if Taliesin gets hit then he’s just OUT. Liam is by far the easiest to break and it’s delightful every time!

Downside of my massive delay in rewatching – they’re all discussing how Nott was doing really well without drinking and then started slipping up again when she picked it back up, and I can’t remember when this happened! When did she stop drinking and pick it up again??? I have no recollection, and I feel really bad ‘cause that’s a pretty important thing! Going back and finding my last post, I said that it might have been that she started getting drunk again to confront Yeza, but then I don’t recall why she would have been sober before that? This is the big downside of not binging.

Oh wait, maybe the table does know? Fjord suggests Jester scry on it, which SEEMS like Travis poking at Laura? But I’m not sure! Could be a coincidence!

Dungeon crawl! Dungeon crawl! I am hype for dungeon crawl! CR doesn’t do many of them, and I definitely was bored by Kraghammer, but I think all the crawls aside from that very first one have been a blast.

I feel like this conversation of them trying to help Jester craft a message to Obann is the perfect summation of the Mighty Nein. The absolute overlapping fuckery combined with SOME intelligence and a lot of goofing, but they get the job done. Eventually. Kind of. With sex jokes thrown in.

Aww, this is the doo doo doo doo moment, and Caleb legitimately laughing. Iconic. No donuts or pooping, but still good.

Talk about Beau/Marisha calling things! “what if in your past life, before you lost your memories, you WERE an Iron Angel?” well yes, yes she was.

Fjord preventing Nott from getting alcohol, then buying a bottle and essentially taunting her with it – it don’t feel good IC, but it always reads to me 100% of Travis teasing Sam. It’s one of those moments where it DID happen in game, but it doesn’t tie into how I view the PCs interacting, because even though it happened it was more ‘above table’ then in game, if that makes any sense? Like, Fjord and Nott have a very complex relationship, but Fjord buying alcohol when Nott is clearly going through withdrawal and then not letting her have it? It’s hard for me to view that in their relationship, it just doesn’t feel right. Like I said, too mean.

LOL when Sam sets down his flask and accidentally hits Matt’s camera. Because it jostles Matt’s screen, I keep expecting him to jump or flinch like he’s being shaken, but of course it’s just the image so he doesn’t react.

After talking way too much about EVERYTHING, I actually don’t have much to say about the dungeon crawl. It’s fucking awesome, Matt’s descriptions of celestial statues with bleeding eyes is amazing, everyone’s reactions are super fun to watch! I suppose it’s harder for me to discuss because as much as I love the imagery, I kind of never really got the whole lore tie in. The whole Angel of Irons plot, to be fair, is a bit fuzzy to me. I kind of wish it had gotten explored a bit more, because the main takeaways that I have from it are that Obann thinks he’s serving the Angel of Irons (whoever he thinks that’s supposed to be), and gets undying champions – Yasha, The Laughing Hand, the Caedogheist or whatever her name is – and then….does something? And it’s got to do with a cult? That is releasing Abyssal anchors that just kinda open tears. Like, I get from the wiki that he’s doing all these things and it’s supposed to release the Chained Oblivion from the Abyss (which oh, I didn’t realize he was there? Because isn’t he behind the Divine Gate?), but it just never quite solidified for me.

ANYHOW. FINALLY COMPLETE. Let’s hope it doesn’t take as long to continue with the rewatch!

#cr c2 rewatch #mighty nein #critical role #took about three months to get this done #oof

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pashminalamb · 1 year

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hello love!

its not any fun if you push yourself to exhaustion, so don't worry about it! although, i wont stop you from making a 5th edition. just be careful if you do, okay? we dont want you overworking yourself!

back to convo: MY IN LAWS ARE OBSESSED WITH ME YESSSS <33 WHAT IS UP WITH LIKE ISEKAI AND REINCARNATION? LIKE ITS FUNNY BUT ITS INTERESTING EVEN THOUGH YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOING DOWN? Oh. its the hot men. oops. well even though its predictable, theyre still fun to read even though theyre cliche.

KRJDJSB YOUR LEAST FAVORITES LMAOOO 😭 THEYRE EGOISTS BUT THEYRE HOT? THE ONLY EXCUSE TBH. but your last two, tbh theyre not that hot in my opinion... i totally get it 😭 nothing like being a camera/women whore to make us angry.

YES PINK <3 I SAY ITS THE BEST COLOR OUT THERE! i myself am more of a reddish-pink but like- really light yknow? pastel, but its really cute! painted my room a piglet pink for that :) the other pastels are cute too! even orange, which is the worst color. guys can hate on me but i hate orange. if you like orange youre WRONG 🤬 (ofc guys im just joking please dont get offended 😰)

THATS SO CUTE? EXCUSE ME? A LITTLE SAFE HAVEN MANSION PLEASE AND LIKE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST? GOALS? <33

about me, huh? umm its a little long sorry

my favorite songs are bug, fragile, & airhead(vocaloid). my aesthetics are softcore, cottagecore, kawaii, & japanese school aesthetics! basically anything pastel, pink, beige, plant, or japanese! i looked up softcore to confirm my suspicions and um... i got p*rn. uh guys make sure when youre searching up softcore that you search up 'softcore aesthetic' instead because.. i mean unless you wanna get p*rn. that's fine ig?

my top favorites animes/manga are toilet bound hanako kun, bungo stray dogs, hunter x hunter, & blue lock :) mainly because they contain my favorite characters: aoi akane, ranpo, killua, & nagi :)

i love sweet food, as well as asian food (especially basic beef pho)! i cant handle spicy, but im fine with the burn. its the pain that comes with it. ouch. BUT IM ASSUMING YOU HAVE HIGHER TOLERANCE 👀 like jalapeños? you can eat them without dying, right? please tell me some good spicy foods for beginners! i can handle like... pepperoni and like... spicy barbecue sauce, and hot doritos? 😭

AND THE PANTIES DISCUSSION? THERES MORE. INTIMATE THINGS? NO. GET READY FOR:

loincloth

undies

underpants

underclothes/clothing

long johns

underthings (did u already list this? 😭)

skivvies

I KNOW THAT SOME ARE FOR GUYS BUT I CANT IMAGINE WRITING A SMUT FIC AND PUTTING: "take off your long johns babe, because it's gonna be a long night." LIKE PLEASE? WHAT? 😭😭 I CANT???

also im sorry im not calling you belle! im used to calling people love or lovely! if youd like me to instead call you belle just tell me! its ok if you dont like the nickname :)

DESPITE ALL OF THAT i hope today's a great day/night for you as well! byebye lovely! <3

- 🌸 anon

ty for understanding doll 🥹 so yeah there would be a 5th edition but I'm taking my time with it Don't even get me started on the hot men in webtoons (got a woman in there too) - I’ve read a lot of Manhwas too (some BL)

i started reading one today - the boxer (still on chapter 3 - but so far it’s going good) my moods in two panels

one of the comments really said “albino Bakugou” 🥹😭

they certainly are hot v.v adam disappointed me. There was so much potential in there the beard n aura but no. oliver is kinda a whore my whore pink is also said to have a calming effect compared to other colors. imo- yellow is the worst color out there, but I've gotten used to it haha yeah the Budapest hotel is my mansion :) ooh vocaloids! i listen to them as well (esp the wowaka's album) n deco! (i listen to a lot of genres tbh, phonk, classical n all - you name it but i think my writing gives lana del rey vibes cause it is tragic n ambiguous at times?) oh yeah there have been times when i have seen nsfw things on tumblr when just scrolling through for some blog aesthetics 0v0 i have one too many fav animes but here we go :

• jojo's bizarre adventure

• kamisama hajimemashita

• Hanayori no dango (its boys over flowers - the original one)

• tokyo ghoul (it was one of the first anime series i watched but after season 2 i wasn't a fan of it)

• death note

• devilman crybaby

• black butler

• slam dunk n knb

• haikyuu

• maid sama! (one of my personal favs)

• ouran high school host club (i watched it a few months ago n it was good)

• free!

• beastars

• jujutsu kaisen

• promised neverland - the first season was good the second.. we know happened to that

• bsd was one of my favs too! i have one too many favs from there

• yuri on ice (contemplating to watch it again)

• blue lock (manga wise - anime i don't keep up with the eps)

• vinland saga (yet to catch up on season 2)

• the ways of a househusband i was watching the time i got reincarnated as a slime (good watch imo), baki (v interesting too-) yeah there are a lot of animes to name

hentai too jalapeños... yeah i eat those. not spicy for me tbh, apart from that the real spicy stuff is the samyang noodles confused crying how do people even eat ghost peppers 🥹 i like enough spice in food to trigger my palette n brain but not spicy enough to burn my stomach or intestines i'm not the best person to ask spicy food for beginners cause some people can't handle spicy food well - depends on the kind of food you grew up eating n the kinda diet you have as it could trigger your body ; but i added chilli powder to bland foods - including Szechuan sauce or sriracha n now that's my go to for spicy food or making fried rice i feel like if uncle roger saw this he's gonna make sure my cooking career goes up in flames loincloth 💀 underthings? 💀 long johns 💀 how... where do you even get these words - i don't even want to know how do they invented these i read that sentence in the most victorian woman voice ever.

actually same here, i tend to call ppl doll, angel, pretty, lovely at times- cause it makes a person smile (i say girlie pop too, honey, gem, sweetness) but at times i hesitate cause idk if the person is comfortable with me calling them that and please! feel free to call me love or lovely! idm it at all 0^^0 i hope you have a great morning / afternoon / evening too doll ! <3

#belle.☏#.lost sheep : 🌸

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poursomesunaonme · 2 years

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beanie lemme participate in your cuffing season event 😤😤😤😤 ur writing makes me elevate 😃😁❗️😚😜❤️💖😭

fav character: giyu tomioka from demon slayer 😈

fav color: purple 😈

fav drink: iced hazelnut coffee 😈

ideal fall date: make one up for me because i’ve never had an actual date (I HAVE HOWEVER USED MEN for intimate…purposes…)

my fall habits: i loveeee to read and write when it gets cold outside, nothing like me and my books or my stories to keep me company on a cold day

PLEASE BEANIE MAKE IT NSFW 😜☺️😤😩😩

THANKS BESTIE I LOVE YOU

cielo my love🥰🥰🥰 thank you so much for this glorious submission ugh this was so fun to write i love u for this (this is me asking for your hand in marriage💍)

word count: 2.6k

content/warnings: minors dni, reader is afab, softie!giyu, but also being a little shit, established relationship, semi-public sex, outdoor sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), tongue fucking, biting (oops) soft(ish) sex, breeding

author’s note: we have two more days of this event so send in your submissions before the 13th! gonna be workin like a fiend so i’ll be sure to work through ‘em all. thank you beautiful angels again for supporting me❤️❤️❤️

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the leaves crunch underneath your feet as you and your man gently weave your way between the trees. their branches bow low, heavy with the weight of the fruit hanging off of them. your basket nestles in the crook of your elbow, containing the shiny apples that you had deemed perfect for picking.

giyu walks alongside you, stoically examining each trees’ fruit before deciding to move on. the two of you hadn’t been in the orchard for long, having gotten a late start in the day. the sun was already starting to set, a fresh, deep chill beginning to spread through the air.

the glint of an apple catches your eye on a tree up ahead. you jog to pick it, bracing yourself against the scratchy bark tree as you reach up. it’s just out of your grasp, but still, you persist. the sweater you were wearing rode up over your tummy, exposing the soft skin to the autumn air.

the rustle of giyu’s haori alerts you to his presence behind you. wordlessly, he reaches over your head, hand wrapping around the apple with ease. you’re acutely aware of his chest pressed against your back, at the hand that rests on your shoulder while he picks the apple for you. you watch as he twists it deftly, then pulls it off the branch. with a soft smile, he drops it into your basket before continuing to stroll down the orchard row.

“thanks, giyu!” you call, feet soaring across the ground to catch up with him. you link your unburdened arm through his; you feel him squeeze his arm (and yours too) closer to him. your head slightly rests against his bicep as the two of you continue to stroll past the produce-heavy trees.

“i couldn’t bear to see you struggle like that,” he jokes with you, planting an affectionate kiss on your temple. you roll your eyes, unwinding your arm from his.

“oh, how you wound me,” you sigh dramatically, resting the back of your hand on your forehead. giyu lets out a soft smile at your antics, but doesn’t answer you. after a few moments, you fall back into step beside him, lacing your fingers through his; a smile graces your lips at how he squeezes your hand gently.

the sun begins to dip below the horizon, plunging the orchard into a hazy orange light. with the warmth of its rays rapidly fading, the cold night air begins to set in. it grips you like a vice, taking advantage of the lack of layers you were wearing. you shiver, huddling closer to giyu for warmth. he notices immediately.

“are you cold?” he asks, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around you. you exhale, leaning into the warmth of his body. the fabric of his haori brushes against the back of your neck, tickling the sensitive nerves.

“a little, yeah,” you tell him. “didn’t dress well for the weather.”

he chuckles, pulling you closer to him. “well, i did warn you that it was gonna get cold when the sun started to set.”

“and i did tell you that we weren’t gonna be out this late,” you fire back, remembering the intense bickering from earlier that day. despite your stubbornness, you wrap your arm around his waist, exposing more of you to the heat of his body.

“mmhm, if only we hadn’t spent so much time getting ready,” he murmurs, the innuendo not getting past you. you pull back, laughing, the chill now augmented as it attacks your warm skin; you quickly nestle your body into his once again. he chuckles, the vibrations translating from his body to yours.

“getting ready… that’s a silly way of putting it,” you giggle, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. he instantly blushes, but he doesn’t shy away from the contact.

“i’m just such a silly person.” his sarcasm is really taking you by surprise today. “you must know that about me, dear.”

you giggle at his antics, at the ease in which you converse. the banter makes you feel more comfortable with him, a stark contrast to how the two of you interacted when you first met each other. he used to be incredibly shy, but as your relationship progressed, he inched out of his shell.

he shrugs off his outer layer, drawing you from your reverie. “take my haori,” he rumbles, wrapping it around your shoulders without waiting for a response. the heat from his body still clings to the soft fabric, easily protecting you from the chill.

“won’t you be cold?” you ask, tugging the haori closer around you. he shakes his head, offering his arm for you to take. you weave yours through his, huddling closer to him to share the warmth.

“don’t worry about it, baby” is all that he says before falling into a comfortable silence. you rest your head against his arm, your eyes softly closing as you let him walk you.

“you’re the best,” you whisper, before joining him in the blissful wordlessness. the light rapidly fading from the sky signals your need to begin to head back to the car, but the two of you ignore the darkness that descends upon you.

your basket is barely full, the surefire results of your meticulous searching for the perfect apples to bake into a pie. you didn’t have nearly enough, so you refocused your search to find the ingredients for your famous dessert. you pick about a dozen, wanting to have extra for snacks or maybe even a second pie.

giyu tells you that the two of you need to start heading back, so you oblige. you can see your breath as the sun completely disappears below the horizon. the temperature quickly drops as you and your lover return to the front of the orchard.

suddenly, the most beautiful apple catches your eye. you leave giyu’s side wordlessly, jogging to pick the gorgeous fruit. it’s just within your grasp, but it’s still a stretch. standing on your tiptoes, you reach to twist and pull the apple off the tree, steadying yourself with a hand on the trunk.

giyu’s hands reach under his haori to grip your hips. you grunt in thanks for him helping to keep you stable; but then you feel something. he doesn’t move a muscle as you still your body, acutely aware of how hard he is against your ass. your heart flutters in your chest as you stand rigid, his hands still remaining on you.

he looks down on you without a word, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips through your jeans. his lips are pressed into a thin line, and there’s a visible look of effort on his face. you’re worried for just a moment before realizing that he’s just undeniably horny.

“giyu, hun, are you okay?” your hand reaches up to cup his face. his eyes close tenderly at the feeling of your hand blessing his skin. a shaky breath escapes his lips as he hesitates to answer you.

“yeah.” his voice is hoarse so he clears his throat to mask the lust. “you just looked… really good in that pose.”

a devilish smile flashes across your lips as you pull away from him, walking backwards towards the tree. the blue of his eyes darken with lust as he understands what you’re doing; he follows you, but gives you a bit of space.

you assume the position that you had been in so innocently just moments before, sticking out your ass a little more, stretching a little further to emphasize your curves. you crane your neck to see your man, smiling victoriously at the bulge that pokes through his jeans.

“this one?”

“mmhm,” he breathes, finally coming to a stop behind you. his hands clasp your shoulders, gently massaging the muscles. they work out the knots that had formed from the time you spent reaching up to pick apples, before descending down your back. despite his haori draped around your frame, you can still feel his fingers burn a trail of desire down your spine.

his hands come to cup your ass, squeezing the soft flesh through your jeans. you’re painfully aware of giyu’s hard cock digging into the crack of your ass as you press against him, leaving the tree in favor of seeking stability with your man.

at your nearing proximity, giyu’s hands roam to your front, palming at your tits over your shirt. they trail down like water to rest over the crotch of your jeans. your thighs press together, forcing his hand closer to you. he laughs, the breathy sound ghosting over your ear, making you shiver.

“god, you’re so warm, babe,” he whispers, putting a bit more force into his movements. you can just barely feel his hand rubbing against your needy core; you craved more. his free hand had slipped under your shirt and was pushing your bra aside. a soft moan escapes your mouth as he circles a thumb over your nipple; you press back harder against him.

the motion of your ass grinding against his cock is nearly sending him over the edge, but he keeps a semblance of control. his cold fingers leave your breast, and work in tandem with his other hand to undo the front of your jeans. his arms surround you like a cage of warmth as he overcomes one of the barriers keeping you from him.

you don’t have time to prepare yourself for his freezing fingers slipping between your folds. a gasp flies past your lips, the sensation of the hot and cold colliding setting off fireworks in your stomach.

“feel good?” giyu’s voice rasps against your ear. you can’t form the words to speak, but you nod enthusiastically. he laughs, nibbling on your earlobe.

trying to please him as much as he was while he was rubbing tantalizingly slow circles on your clit, you begin to grind on him. you let the change of his breathing pace guide you to what really gets him going. he starts to unravel against you, slipping a finger into your dripping core.

he’s kissing your neck now, tickling the sensitive skin with his unruly hair. the rise and fall of his chest creates a steady rhythm as you coax him towards his high through his jeans. you can barely contain yourself as his palm finds traction against your clit as he thrusts his finger in and out of you.

“we’re really gonna do this now?” you force out, turning your head to him. he meets your gaze, and you find yourself lost in the tempest that are his eyes. his jaw is set in order to keep his sweet sounds contained, but you desperately need to hear them.

“the orchard closed an hour ago.”

suddenly, it all makes sense to you. giyu wanted the two of you alone here, he wanted to keep you from getting to the orchard on time. he needed to cradle your shivering body closer to his, under the boughs of the apple trees, surrounded by leaves and branches like a birdcage.

“trespassing and indecent exposure?” you mumble. “what a record.”

he merely chuckles, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. a flush spreads across your cheeks as the sharp pain melts into a throbbing pleasure; your cunt responds by sending a flow of arousal down giyu’s fingers.

and that’s exactly what breaks his control down to nothing. before you can blink, he yanks down your bottoms, the rush of cold hair slamming into your damp core with an alarming velocity. the suddenness causes you to drop your basket of apples, the perfect picks of yours tumble all over the ground. the rough pads of his fingers sink into the flesh of your ass, spreading the cheeks to get a look at the way you pool for him.

a sigh escapes his lips as he gently pushes you forward, allowing you to find purchase in stability against the tree. his lips press a kiss onto your clit, igniting a fire in your core. you press your backside closer to him, begging him nonverbally to continue.

his warmth breath ghosts against your pussy as he gets to work, tongue swirling in marvelous patterns on your bundle of nerves. you don’t even try to contain your moans. they weave between the trees, filling the sweet scented air with a beautiful melody of pleasure.

“you taste so good, baby,” giyu mutters before thrusting his tongue inside of you.

“fuck!” you whimper at the sensation, how his lips press against every inch of your cunt as he shoves his tongue deeper and deeper into your warmth. feebly throwing it back on him, you urge him not to stop.

he doesn’t listen, however, but straightens up to free himself from the restraints of his pants. at the sight of his liberated cock, you jut your ass out further, begging him to take you.

“please fuck me, giyu,” you whisper as he slides his glistening tip between your folds to gather up the results of his pleasuring you. he takes a second to compose himself before sliding all the way in.

your mouth widens, and only a cracked whimper escapes. fluttering, your pussy tries desperately to accommodate his length. his hands wander up to grip your waist as he pumps slow strokes into you, giving you both some time to assimilate.

as he starts to pick up his pace, his fingers dig into the flesh of your waist. you smile ruefully as you imagine the marks that will make themselves known in just a few hours; his marks on you. he uses his grip to pull you into him harder, fucking you harder, and soon the sloppy sounds of his thrusts are echoing all around the orchard.

his body presses against your back, covering you in warmth. sweat breaks out in beads on your forehead despite the dropping temperature. still, giyu pushes further into you, holds you closer. warm breath is hot on your skin as he buries his face into the crook of your shoulder and neck.

one of his hands leaves your waist to toy with your clit, but his pace doesn’t change at all; in fact, he speeds up impossibly faster, rutting his hips against yours like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. he ravishes your body, turning his head to suck and bite at your neck, pinching and rubbing your clit with an expertise that only he could execute.

a haze washes over you as his cock brushes perfectly against your sweet spot. you’re pliable as putty in his arms as he draws you closer and closer to your high. his pants are like music to your ears as little groans slip out in between breaths. you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

“g-giyu, hah,” you wheeze out, hand abandoning its position against the bark of the tree in favor of his raven locks. “close, ‘m close.”

the two of you didn’t talk much during sex, which was something that you had a hard time getting used to at first. but giyu was a man of few words. all he wanted to do was relish in your warmth, let your moans flow like honey over him.

“you gonna let me fill you up, yeah?” he raves in your ear. the movements of his fingers on your clit are desperate, needing you to cum and squeeze his cock how he loves it. you were taken aback at his words, not necessarily used to them, but flustered nonetheless. “gonna have my little babies, ‘n we can take ‘em here every fall…”

he trails off, swearing loudly at how your walls contract around him, how your whole body trembles in response to your high hitting you like a freight train. your legs begin to shake, threatening to give out under the onslaught of giyu’s thrusts. the hand that grips your waist wraps around you to hold you up as you lose control of your body and nearly slam into the trunk of the tree.

the wondrous contractions of your plush walls send giyu over the edge, spilling his hot sticky cum into you. you whimper at the warm feeling, at the incandescence of how his body and his love envelope you and fill you to the brim. your lips meet as you turn your head to the side, in a lazy, sloppy kiss. his strokes slow down to a sensuous pace, gently bringing you both down from your excitement.

you smile against his lips at the feeling of him fucking his cum back into you, claiming your body as his. his hands wander all over you at a leisurely pace, making sure to carefully map out every inch of skin, even though he had already kissed every inch of it a million times.

the stars were out twinkling by the time the two of you were satisfied with how your love making had gone. you both get yourselves dressed in a dreamy silence, on cloud nine as you survey the scene around you. your apples were scattered everywhere, but looked to be in okay shape.

“oh, they’re all dirty,” giyu comments as he picks one up to put it in his basket. you stroll over to him, grimacing slightly at the feeling of his cum leaking out of you. he lets out a soft smile at the sight, knowing exactly what was happening. you ignore the uncomfortable way it sits in your panties and take the apple, polishing it with your sleeve.

“nothing a good wash can’t fix,” you smile sweetly, planting a kiss on his lips. blindly, you toss the apple into his basket before wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him deeper. he pulls back after a few seconds, eyes soft with happiness.

“well, we could say the same thing about you,” he jokes, picking a piece of tree bark off your top. you roll your eyes and playfully shove him away, going to gather the rest of the apples. after the two of you have finished cleaning up, you pick your way back through the trees, marveling at how they rustle with the autumn wind. you hope with a dreamy grin on your face that this wouldn’t be the last time giyu took you “apple picking” this season.

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