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hisonlykiwi · 2 days

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"With that kind of power at your disposal, the possibilities are endless." part two

synopsis: azriel, who's never bothered to acknowledge your existence seeks you out for help.

wc: 1.9k

warnings: none

a/n: hey guys, here's part two! let me know what you think, i would love your feedback

taglist <3: @blackgirlmagicforever, @tele86, @lilah-asteria, @kylaisra, @deeshag

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part one

Previously: “I need your help.” I pause and look back at him, a pleading look on his face. “Why? You’ve never spoken to me, let alone acknowledged my existence. Then you barge in here, provoking me and suddenly you want my help? I have to laugh.” I pull my wrist away, but he grips tighter, “Please.” He says, and I tug my wrist away again, but he doesn’t budge.

“Let. Me. Go.” I say, unable to withhold my anger. I blink and suddenly, I’m standing in the middle of the woods with Azriel still holding my wrist. He fucking winnowed us to the middle of nowhere. “Azriel, what the fuck are you doing?!” I give him a hard shove, but he doesn’t budge, of course, he doesn’t, he’s a 6’5 man made of pure muscle, ugh! He holds me close to his chest, “I have strong suspicions the inner circle is in grave danger and your abilities would be able to prove if I’m correct.” He quicky says, I stop moving, processing what he just said. He notices, slowly lets me go and moves away a bit but stays close. I peer up at him, confusion and concern laced in my features. “What do you mean, exactly?”

I furrow my eyebrows, still processing. Danger? How could they possibly be in danger? Is that why he brought us out to the middle of the woods, so no one would hear him. I hear Azriel take in a deep breath, “I think Elain is working with Hybern.”

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part two

Azriel's jaw clenched as he spoke the words, a mixture of anger and determination etched across his face. I raise my eyebrows at his words, “Does she now? And may I ask what brings you to that conclusion?”

The air around him crackled with tension and his eyes hardened. “She's been acting strange, different. Dropping hints and whispering in the shadows. There have been strange occurrences in the city as well, odd movements, disappearances, things that only someone with inside knowledge would know....”

I furrow my brows and cross my arms over my chest. “Which could mean nothing... Look, Azriel, she has been through a lot. Elain was kidnapped from her bed and thrown into the Cauldron where she was turned into something she feared, then the love of her life rejected her, and then she was captured by the Cauldron, by Hybern. And if my memory serves me correctly, you and Feyre were the ones who helped rescue her. Are you sure you’re not reading too much into this?” I finish, peering up to look at him, the weight of my words hanging heavy in the air.

Azriel takes in another deep breath, his eyes ever leaving mine. “There are too many coincidences, and I can't ignore the signs anymore. I've been observing her behavior lately. She seems... different, distant, ever since I helped rescue her from Hybern’s war camp.” He pauses, his gaze darkening. “And, in my line of work... I trust my instincts. They're rarely wrong.” Azriel responds and I tear my gaze from him, this conversation becoming all too consuming.

I run my hands over my face. None of this makes sense, Elain? Sweet ol’ Elain… She isn’t capable of doing something like this. In my short time of knowing her, she doesn’t seem to have the abilities nor experience to fight for herself, much less work with someone as wicked as Hybern. But I can’t ignore what Azriel is telling me. There’s a reason he has sought me out, what would be the point of making such a heavy accusation if there wasn’t some deeper truth behind it? I meet his eyes once again, “So why seek me out? And not Rhysand? I’m not sure what you want me to do.”

Azriel lets out a frustrated breath, “We need someone who can enter minds, who can see if my suspicions are true. If Elain is indeed working with Hybern, we need to know the extent of her plans, and your power can give us that insight. I’m aware Rhysand has the ability to enter minds as well, but since he is mated with Feyre. I’m afraid she’ll be able to peer inside his thoughts, which could be catastrophic if she finds out what her sister is capable of.” His voice is firm yet filled with a hint of fear. I hate to admit it, but he makes a great point and what if he’s right? If Elain is helping Hybern, this is not going to end well. She’s been inside Velaris and knows the secrets and plans of the inner circle. Azriel interrupts my thoughts "I've thought about this a thousand times, and the conclusion I keep coming back to is that you're the only one who can get to her, get her to reveal the truth."

I could feel his eyes on me, waiting for an answer, this is Rhysand’s best friend, his brother, his family, I could trust him, I want to trust him. “If you’ve thought about this a thousand times, I’m going to go ahead and assume you have a plan?” I ask him. Azriel's gaze remains focused and determined. "Here's what we'll do," he says, his voice quiet. “The Winter Court is hosting a ball and they’ve invited all of the courts to attend, which is in 3 weeks’ time. The plan is simple. I’ll need to get close to Elain, to earn her trust. While I distract her, this will allow you to enter her mind without suspicion." He explains. “You'll remain hidden and silent, gathering any information you can find. The goal is not to alert her of your presence or intentions, otherwise she might catch on. We don't want her knowing we're onto her just yet." He finishes. Well, he wasn’t kidding when he said he’s thought this over a thousand times, the plan seems solid and doable. “Okay, I’ll help you... under one condition.” I give him a small smile.

Azriel's eyes flicker with curiosity at my proposition and he nods. "Alright, what's your condition?" I pause, “You can, under no circumstance, let anyone know about my powers. You said it yourself; I could change the course of history itself if anyone were to find out of what I’m capable of. Promise me you won’t tell anyone.” Azriel’s looks at me, his golden eyes glinting with intensity. “I promise,” he said, his voice firm and resolute. “Your secret is safe with me.” He held out his pinky, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

I look at his pinky being held out in front me, amusement being shown in my features., I let out a small chuckle and hooked my pinky with his, “Looks like you have yourself a partner. But really? A pinky promise?” I laugh softly. Azriel's lips curved into a small smile, "Hey, a pinky promise is sacred," he replies, his tone teasingly defensive. "Besides, it's a time-honored tradition among the fae and... let's be honest, it's more fun than a regular promise." I burst out into a fit of giggles and nod along. “A pinky promise it is.” Which causes his small smile to turn into a full blown out grin.

I felt a pang in my chest, similar to one I felt earlier as I looked at his, oh so beautiful smile. “Since we're going to be partners and all, I have a proposition you cannot refuse” I say letting go of his pinky so I can dig in my bag and fetch the report I was working on earlier. “You have to help me with this, Rhysand has me working on it. Which I was doing before I was rudely interrupted.” I jokingly say, handing him the report.

Azriel takes the report and quirks an eyebrow. He glances down at the report, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lip. "You were rudely interrupted, were you?" He teases, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "I suppose, as your partner, it's only right that I help with your little report." He says. I give him a big grin, “Why thank you partner, you’re too kind.” I take the report from his hands and put it back in my bag, “Now will you please winnow us back home, the woods creep me out.”

Azriel gives a dramatic sigh and rolls his eyes in playful annoyance. "I guess I can do that," he says with a wry smile, holding out a hand. "But only because you asked so kindly." He stepped forward and I put my hand in his outstretched palm. And just like last time, in the blink of an eye, we’re standing in front of the town house. “Thank you, partner.” I say, peering up at him. I felt Azriel give my hand a gentle squeeze before letting go, a small hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Anytime, partner.” He responded.

Where are you? Rhysand’s voice rang in my head. I’m out front of the town house, am I needed? I mentally replied back to him. Yes. There’s been another attack, come to my office as soon as you can. Rhysand said. On my way.

“Everything okay?” Azriel asks and I let out a frustrated sigh, “No. Rhysand, just notified me there’s been another attack. I have to go meet with him. I’ll catch you later, yeah?” I watched as Azriel's expression fell, "Another attack?" He repeats, a mix of anger and frustration seeping into his tone. "Damn it." He grits his teeth. "Where was the attack this time?" He demands, his eyes flickering. “He didn’t give me any specifics. I’ll let you know what he tells me.” Azriel gives me an understanding small nod, "I'll keep an ear out for any more news. If you need anything, just let it know." He says, pointing to my shoulder. A moment later, he is wrapped in shadows and vanishes. I looked over at my shoulder that he pointed at, and to my surprise, there was a small shadow. Just like the one that was around my ankle earlier. “Oh, hi there.” I whisper to the black smoke hovering on my shoulder. It slowly comes near my cheek, a cool, airy feeling against it. It almost felt like it was caressing my cheek. I smile at the sensation, “Well, aren’t you cute?” I try to touch it and the small shadow wraps around my hand. I giggle softly, the feeling a little ticklish.

I admire the small, playful shadow before my mind slips back to the short conversation I had with Rhysand moments ago. I let out a sigh and made my way towards Rhysand’s office, the shadow following close behind me.

It hasn’t been a full week since the last attack and now there’s been another. The attacks are happening more consistently then how they were a couple weeks ago. How am I supposed to figure out the culprit’s motive? Their attacks are always unpredictable, there’s no pattern, no repeated habits or behavior. It’s so strange.

I bring my hand up to knock on the door of Rhysand’s office, but it opens before I even have a chance to actually knock. Hpmh, of course it would, it’s a magic house, I always forget. I make my way inside, “Alright, I’m here, what happe-” I freeze at the sight in front of me. “Elain?”

#acotar #azriel #azriel angst #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #rhysand #azriel x you #azriel x y/n #azriel spymaster #azriel acotar #acotar series #elain archeron #elain acotar #a court of thorns and roses

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supercutszns · 3 days

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luke castellan comforting his gf?

btw i love ur work 💗💗

wc + pairing: 0.9k, luke castellan x reader

oh i really needed this,,, if i stop writing comfort fics i’m dead i will literally write a thousand of them over and over they could be exact replicas and i would not care. sorry this took such a long time i've been in a big writing slump and i really don't like this but we have to start somewhere <3 every time someone requests a comfort fic i get very happy inside! i know this isn’t my best work like at all but hopefully it’s enough for now

Luke’s good at finding hidden things. A playing card wedged between wooden panels. A camper that always trudges at the back of the line. He can find something at its most sheltered and pluck it right back where it belongs. He’s good at that with you, too. When you wedge yourself somewhere tough, he slips through the cracks every damn time.

You’re exhausted. You don’t know what time it is, how long you’ve been here, or how you can stop it. You just couldn’t get up this morning and your siblings let you stay sick. You imagine an alternate version of this day over and over, where you’re up and alive and contributing to something. But that’s not today. But it should be. You dream it until tears press against your eyes but you’ve got no energy to push them out.

Feeling like this isn’t a constant occurrence, but it happens. Luke finds his way in each time, wedging open the slightest crack in your door or coming in through the window. He comes bearing gifts, he jokes. You don’t ask him where he gets the things he brings you—snacks, chocolate, plastic figurines to place on your windowsill. Menial things you like. Luke has his methods, and you know he loves you too much to reveal them.

“Got some offerings for a goddess here,” he says when he sits down on your bed, knuckles brushing your arm. If you’re too tired to answer he never minds, he just crosses his legs and pulls your head into his lap. He smooths the hair away from your face to massage your scalp, and lets you rest. He doesn’t ask you for anything. Doesn’t force you to speak. You do when you’re ready.

“I don’t feel good,” you admit hoarsely, blinking back tears.

“That’s okay.” He leans down to kiss your forehead. “You just rest.”

It almost makes you laugh. “I’ve been in bed all day, Luke.”

“Mm, yeah, but you’re not really resting,” he says without judgement, letting you cling to his body as you pull yourself up to a seated position. “What’s on your mind, baby?”

You press your face into his neck so the warmth can distract you. Sometimes you say a lot, sometimes you say a little, like your mouth has separated from your body. It almost always ends with, “I feel like shit. I don’t know what to do.”

Luke is patient with you, but never overbearing. He knows you shut down when things are laid on too thick. “Want to take a nap?” He offers, threading his hands through your hair. “I can take you to my cabin, it’s cooler.”

He’s right, so you let him, and he steals you away without a fuss. The sheets smell like him, so even if you want to be alone, he still grounds you. When you fall into his bed you curl into a ball like an armadillo, like you can squeeze the rot out of your bones if you compress hard enough. Luke slots himself beside you after confirming it’s what you want, pressing kisses into your shoulder, until you turn into him and starfish over his body. “You let me know if you need anything, angel,” he murmurs, swiping your hair away from your face. “I’ve got you.”

You manage to doze off, with his arms loose around your back and his chest underneath you. When you wake up later with a kiss of late afternoon breeze, you’re struck with the disorienting feeling of a good sleep. “Luke,” you mutter, digging your nose into his neck.

He rouses too. “How’re you feeling?”

“Still bad.”

“Mm.” He kisses your forehead, squeezes you against him. “That’s okay. Want me to go grab you some food?”

“Can we talk a little before?”

“‘Course,” he says gently. He ghosts a kiss over your jaw.

Sleep has pieced together some of the words you need, and Luke brings them out of you with hardly any effort. You have what’s probably a fragmented reason at best, but he doesn’t care. He keeps you anchored to him as long as you want him to, rubbing your back and letting you take your time. Once you’re done with the conversation, Luke diligently wipes your tears and kisses you. “Thank you,” you whisper.

“Anytime,” he grins. “I mean, I do love you. Nothing else I’d rather do.”

You let your forehead rest against his. Your throat feels thick but you get the words out, “I’m worried I’m going to feel this way forever.”

It doesn’t feel good to admit. Luke’s face softens, and he presses a kiss between your brows. “You won’t,” he murmurs, wrapping you in his arms. “You’ve got time.”

The length of the day moving around you matters a little less when Luke shields you from it. His knuckles rub across the ridges in your back until you’re sure the texture of his shirt is imprinted on your face.

After he goes off to bring you some food, you find the strength to go wash your face in the bathroom. It’s practically nothing. Practically. At least you settle back into his bed, the blankets aren’t as heavy as before. You don’t feel better yet, but Luke’s got plenty of time for you. (He’ll pawn his kids off to Chris. None of them need this grilled cheese anyway.)

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smedenn · 3 days

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A reenactment of my average daily adventures in the post-full moon helluva boss fandom

Me on the internet: The Full Moon was CRAZY! We saw so much of how both Stolas and Blitzo feel. I feel so bad for Blitzo, he’s finally not running but he’s getting his perspective ignored-

Some weirdo: YEAH! Stolas is HORRIBLE to him!!! Not listening to Blitzo at all, and then throwing the blame on him - he’s manipulating the situation! What he did was absolutely unfair!

Me: oh well no that’s not really- Stolas has his own faults, sure, he could learn to listen to Blitzo more- but he’s also hurting so much. Blitzo hasn’t been very mindful of Stolas’ feelings lately- that plus the fact that he’s not very good at communicating. Stolas has his own traumas with the yelling-

Some other weirdos: YEAH I HATE BLITZO! He’s TERRIBLE! I’ve always hated him! He’s always so mean to Stolas and Stolas does NOTHING but just LOVE HIM ALL THE TIME my poor baby bird boy-

Me: Okay so- um, well that’s not entirely true. Yeah, Blitzo’s been mean but it’s because he’s guarded and scared- not because he actually wants to hurt anyone. Also, Stolas hasn’t been a saint either. A lot of his early actions were belittling- which reinforced Blitzo’s insecurities and established an uneven power dynamic—

The weirdos from before: oh you mean how Stolas FORCED Blitzo to do sex work against his will!!!!

Me: no- no no that’s not-

The other weirdos from before: Don’t you remember how Blitzo verbally ABUSED Stolas-

Me: NO that’s not- that didn’t-

Both of the weirdos: *screaming and fighting*

Me: they… they both— they both have their faults- and their shit to work through— they both-

Me: *sigh* you know what never mind

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buckttommy · 13 hours

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To be honest, I am so mad at how gay and queer men are being treated over liking BuckTommy. Obviously I hate how all normal shippers of BuckTommy are being treated (ie, not the ones who hate on Eddie) but the way queer men are being demonised and exposed to the worst homophobia for liking a CANON! mlm relationship? Yeah, it is not on. For a fandom built on shipping two men together, the way these people are acting about Tommy is very concerning. Some of those same people headcanon that Eddie is gay himself (I obviously think Eddie is queer, I just don’t know where the show will place him in the rainbow ((I see him as demi though)) ) but what, Eddie will be the “right” kind of gay? And that means, in their minds, not “predatory” like they think Tommy is? A lot of my queer male friends are loving BuckTommy, they are loving seeing a canon gay relationship featuring a main character on a network show with a large audience, let alone with the kind of story Buck has (late in life coming out) and the fact they are both have a masculine image. They’re excited about seeing them together more, excited to have this. Some of them ship Buddie too (some were more cautious as they have been ship baited before) but they are excited by the representation. But the homophobia they have seen in the fandom since has been hard for them. People don’t have to ship BuckTommy, they don’t have to like the hint of daddy kink in that scene, they can think the scene was awkwardly plotted etc, but if your response to that is the things I have seen? Then that person is being homophobic and no, being a part of the lgbtqia+ community does not excuse them from being homophobic. It’s like none of these people have met gay men or heard them talk to each other and it shows

It’s like none of these people have met gay men or heard them talk to each other and it shows

#jack answers mail #tv: 911 #presented without comment

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purple-rain8 · 2 days

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Dirty Plan || Joel Miller 4 f!reader

+18

Summary: Joel Miller has to meet with the architect for the renovation plan, but this turns out to be his best friend's daughter.

Warnings: Age gap {reader is 22/Joel is 52}, explicit sexual content, mature themes, overstimulation, fingering, oral sex, slightly dom Joel, submissive reader, implied sex, dirty talk, p in v, p in a.

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Joel is in front of the building to be renovated. Tommy is busy and Joel will meet with the architect alone to view the renovation project.

He's been waiting for 20 minutes already, but not even the shadow of the guy. His friend Kevin had assured him that he would be smart. He has known Kevin for over 20 years and trusts him.

“Kevin, can you give me the number of the person I need to meet? He's late and I can't wait all day!" Joel calls him nervously.

'I contact her right away, Jenny was almost there when I heard her before,' she hangs up.

Jenny?? Jennifer? His daughter? Joel saw her grow up, but had no idea she was already working, she's just 22 years old.

She feels a little embarrassed and comes in to wait for her. It has a table in the centre of the room to support the designs of the structure. He starts analysing them, when he hears a knock on the door.

He goes to open and you appear with two coffee mugs in your hand and a folder under your arm.

“Hi Joel!” you say, kissing him on the cheek and giving him one of the coffees. 'This is to make me forgive for the delay, they kept me in the office.'

Joel looks at you from head to toe, you have become a woman, despite your young age you are very attractive. He takes a sip and hints with his head.

You head to the table where Joel was working on the projects before.

'I didn't know you were already an architect, congratulations,' Joel says, taking another sip of coffee.

“There are a lot of things you don't know about me now. We haven't seen each other for how long? Three years?”, you approach, almost provocative. Then you give him your back and start distributing your drawings on the table, bending forward.

Joel's gaze glides over that tall, hard ass, barely covered by a black sheathed miniskirt, down to the legs and heeled shoes. From the silk blouse he can see the white lace bra.

Joel swallows, but tries to focus on the drawings.

“Here you see? Here the fireplace must come, here instead the masonry kitchen”.

You start explaining it all, but Joel's mind focusses on your body and breasts, covered just because one of the mother-of-pearl buttons has opened.

Joel squeezes his temples with his index finger and thumb and squints. When he opens them he finds himself in front of you, your face a palm away from his.

“Joel are you feeling well?” You put a hand on his chest. Your warm and delicate touch only ignites man's desire more.

Joel is a calm man, but he knows how to be passionate in certain situations. For a few months he has been married to Tess, in fact you notice the white gold wedding ring on the ring finger.

“Wow and this when?” Ask for surprise.

“A few months ago,” he mutters but without looking away from that mischievous little smile printed on your mouth. He already imagined what it would be like to sink his cock.

'Interesting' you continue in a low voice. “We were saying...”, you bend over again and this time you rub your ass right on the flap of Joel's pants, who can't hold back and gets hard with excitement.

“Jennifer what are you doing?”, Joel is losing his patience and may make you taste how material it can be if taunted to the limit.

“I'm pointing you to the points where to make the changes,” but you keep rubbing on the erection right behind you.

You feel it big and hard and you start to wet your panties.

Joel bends over you, pressing his stone-hard cock between your buttocks. Feel the warmth of his chest behind your shoulders.

'Stop it or I'll let you taste it... and I can't fuck my friend's daughter who is 30 years younger than me,' he growls in your ear. He gets up and pats you on the ass. And that makes you even more wet, along with his low, warm and pissed off voice.

'And why can't you do it?', you approach by unbuttoning your shirt and revealing your breases with turgid nipples pressing behind the white lace. Joel looks at you seriously and you lick your lips. “Since I was a little girl I've been imagining you above me... inside me Joel... and you too,” you say brazenly as you touch his neck and start opening his plaid shirt.

He grabs your wrist and carries it behind your back, brushing your face with his lips.

“Don't touch me and don't kiss me...”, he watches you closely. She has such fleshy lips behind those moustaches, gray hair and you can feel your pussy squeeze between your legs.

"Open the whole blouse," he orders you. You open button after button with one hand, because the other is still behind your back blocked by Joel's strong hand. "Hmm…", he leaves you and orders you to lower your bra, you are about to unfasten it from behind, but he stops you.

"Just put it down, get these little tits up", your breathing gets faster and faster with each of his orders and by now you're soaking wet between your legs. Joel admires you for a few seconds, parting his lips when he sees your nipples sticking out of the lace.

"Joel, touch me" you mutter. "What? Don't call me Joel, I'm Mr. Miller to you now, if you want to be fucked like a slut."

He walks over and turns you around, making your shoulders touch his muscular chest and not allowing you to touch him. His hands brush against your stomach and reach your breasts, and he starts tugging and twisting your nipples. "I bet you're already wet down there" Nod your head. One of his hands caresses your thigh and climbs up until it touches your pulsating center.

"Kneel," he orders again. You turn around and look at him with amusement. You've always wanted to taste it and see how big it is. Do as he tells you. "Open my pants," he starts touching your hair and removing those two sticks that kept them tied up.

You open its belt, letting the buckle dangle on the sides and then pull down the zipper. He looks at you seriously and with an excited expression. You really want to be fucked by that man who watched you grow up and you find everything a little dirty about it. The black boxer shorts reveal his huge erection, pressing on his stomach. It is long and thick, from the base to the tip. You lick your lips.

"Take it, all of it," he has a hand on the back of your head and brings you closer to his pelvis. But you take his left hand and start licking his fingers. When you get to his ring finger you take it all in your mouth, sliding the wedding ring over your tongue. "What the fuck are you doing?" He asks you with a hint of nervousness.

You smile and slide the ring over your chest, over your nipples and then you lift your skirt up to your waist. You walk past the lace panties and slip faith into your wet cunt, which doesn't hesitate to suck it in.

"You're such a little slut… Do I have to fuck you with my wedding ring inside you?" "Yes, Joel…" She grabs his cock and slams it on your cheek. "Yes what?" "Yes, Mr. Miller"

He rubs his cock on your lips, smearing the precum that glistens on the tip of his cock. You open your mouth and take it, even if it is difficult. It's too big. Joel pulls your hair behind the back of your neck and begins to sink into your mouth, all the way to the base, enjoying the warmth and twins you emit around his shaft. It goes all the way down your throat, but it's also hard.

"Breathe through your nose because I'm not going to go out." With faster and faster movements he starts to fuck your mouth and tears come to your eyes. Feel his balls slam into his chin and swell, charging up.

You look into Joel's eyes, his jaw clenched and he pushes you closer and harder and faster to him, just chasing his pleasure. You feel his spasms and gasp with excitement, then walk away.

"Get up, I'm going to fuck your cunt now, but first…" He turns you around and folds you over on the table, pulls down your lace panties which are now all wet. "I've got to get my ring first," and he shoves two fingers inside you all the way through, you let out a little scream as you feel his fingers move inside you. But before he grabs the ring, his fingers go in and out fast.

"There he is," he pulls out his fingers and puts on the ring. Joel walks away a little to look at how wet you are. "Of course I didn't imagine you were like this… How many guys have you fucked with?" He asks you, starting to rub his fingers on your cunt hole again. "Many… Please, fuck me…"

Joel leans over you and aims his cock right there. "You want me to fuck you like a slut, don't you? Do you want me to fill you up?" "Yes, please Joe… Mr. Miller," your breath is labored. You're to the max. The hard nipples press against the cold table and you feel more and more open for him.

"Good girl, you're my bitch for now and I'm going to fuck you like a whore." Joel enters you but his cock is the biggest you've had inside, but you manage to take it well, you feel spread out and moan when he touches the bottom with his tip. "Christ, you're not very tight, what a slut."

Joel He starts to move his pelvis and bang it violently. You moan loudly, suck it in, and squeeze it with the walls of your pussy. "Fuck, how wet you are", he grabs your hips and the thrusts become shorter and more intense, you feel his cock twitch inside you. "Yes Mr. Miller, fill me with your cum," you whisper. "Cum inside me...please", You moan. He's big and hard.

Joel slows down his thrusts, with his right hand he holds your side and rests his left hand on your face, where the wedding ring still glows moist with your arousal, holding you down. He lowers himself over you and whispers in your ear. "I only cum in my wife's cunt, you're young and I don't want to put a baby inside you", he pauses, you feel his hand go down your back and press on the other hole, between your buttocks.

You realize that he wants that part of you too, but that no one ever had. "I can cum in here… how many have there been here?", Joel stops pushing and spreads your buttocks to look at you. Shake your head. "No one? Oh what a surprise, I'll be the first to fuck this nice ass then…"

While he's still inside you and harder and harder, he introduces his thumb. It's just a finger, but you can already feel it so big and you can imagine that Joel's huge cock will soon enter there. "Yes, yes Joel fuck my ass please." Joel squeezes your hair behind your head with his other hand. "Only my wife can call me Joel while we fuck, even though I bang like a slut. To you, I'm Mr. Miller, don't make me repeat it."

You nod, sweating your forehead and the papers under you. Joel now inserts two fingers and opens them, to spread out to him. You're tight there. "Fuck, you're going to hold me tightly," He comes out of your cunt and aims at the other entrance. "I've got my cock and balls shiny from how wet you are, it won't take long to get into this tight hole."

He pushes and goes in little by little. Pain takes over, Joel's cock is really big. You moan and moan. Move your pelvis against him because you want to take it all inside you. "You're impatient little slut… Now I'm going to fuck this pretty little ass and…", he leans closer to your ear again, "I'm going to fill you with my cum that won't leak out right away… And you'll come back to work full of me."

You feel it burning in your chest, it's so exciting when he talks like that. You never thought that Joel, your dad's friend, kind, could fuck like that and have such dirty language. It's so exciting. Joel starts to move and the pain gives way to pleasure. You fit around him and take him with desire. You start to feel orgasm getting closer. He fucks you hard and fast, his balls slamming against your wet cunt.

"Oh my God…" Squeeze the edges of the table above your head. His strokes cause the table to move forward. It's strong, too strong. Surely you will be sore and it will leave some bruises on your body, but you like this one.

He grabs your hair and pulls it slightly, causing your back to arch and exposing your openness even more.You moan loudly as you feel it even further inside, you have the feeling that it reaches your stomach.

As he squeezes your hair the other hand goes between your legs, his fingers draw circles on your clitoris and then enter your pussy, that is still open for him. You widen your eyes as he moves his fingers to feel in your walls how he moves inside you. You in a strong orgasm, squeezing around his fingers. He goes all the way in and after more violent thrusts, you feel his cock throbbing.

"Christ!" Joel screams as he cums inside you and he was right, he filled you up because he keeps squirting his emptying completely. You can hear your labored breaths. He squeezes your buttocks, while he walks out slowly enjoying the view.He walks away and admires you from behind.

"You're such a dirty slut, look at how open you're still there."

He walks closer again, sticks two fingers into your cunt, making you jump, and then into the other hole. "Hold tight, I don't want him to come out." Then you hear him adjust his pants. "Get up," he orders again. "Settle down and leave, resign from the post and get replaced." He puts his belt back on and fastens it again. "But Joel…", you lower your skirt and button your blouse as you look at him with a frown.

"What did you believe? To get fucked like a slut and then work with me? I don't even think about it. Or did you think that by working together you would become my bitch?" You open your mouth to say something, because it was just what you really wanted, but then the words don't come out. "Well, I'll never touch you again, mind you. Now go and let me work."

Thank You for reading :)

#pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fanfic #pedro pascal fanfic #pedrito #fanfic #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader

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thisismyname43 · 2 days

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Okay I know i'm a bit late but I really want to talk about THIS

Now a lot of people have been saying it's 3, which for a lot of the fanbase would be the best case scenario. Now while I do know Luke LOVES to troll us on SMG34 and basically dangle it right in all of our faces, I'm going to look at this on a hopeful SMG34 perspective.

So we all know it's Pride Month, meaning this would be the BEST time to let 3 and 4 have their little gay moments.

I've seen a lot of people mention the Mickey Mouse monstrosity, but I also think the bomb should be noted.

The significance of the gift becomes exemplified when you realize 3 wanted Boopkins to rizz someone up with it. This means 3 sees it as a romantic item, something to potentially give to a loved one. The bomb 4 has in his suitcase also matches the ones on top of 3's cafe, meaning 4 probably got the bombs from YOU KNOW WHO.

So what does this all mean?

What I like to think is that SMG34 is already canon, except it isn't directly stated to the viewer's. I think 3 and 4 are going to show signs of romance, and if you put the pieces together you can code it's for each other. I think 3 confessed to 4 since it's Pride Month and gave him the Mickey Mouse statue plus some bombs because that's what 3 loves, and 4 accepted his confession. But I don't think we'll ever see this really happen, we won't see them kiss or anything but there will be moments throughout the month that can be seen as romantic coming from those two.

If my theory is right then for future episodes we'll be given hints regarding their relationship yet it won't ever be specifically stated. That is of course unless Luke decides to grow some balls and make it officially canon/j (Srry Luke ily)

Honestly I think the main reason why it hasn't become canon already is because of backlash from the community, especially now that OG SMG4 "fans" keep shitting on his content instead of minding their own business.

By making SMG3 and SMG4 have romantic moments/tension yet never be confirmed gay for each other, Luke is essentially making both sides "happy", wanting to please everyone because that's just how he is.

Sorry I got sidetracked! Honestly I understand if you didn't want to read all that, but if you did, kudos to you! I just kinda wanted to talk about this because it's been on my mind for awhile.

Thanks for listening! Oh! And if you made it this far, have a free pic of some plushies

#smg34 #smg4 #I'm so tired-#basically just my thoughts #honestly I just feel bad for Luke atp

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michael-aftonz · 2 days

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*rubbing hands together like a gremlin* you guys want some stardew headcanons thst have been rotating in my mind like a gas station hotdog? no? well here they are anyway.

* leah has a sketchbook full of candids of people from town. if you choose to romance leah, she has a LOT of sketches of the farmer

* sebastian is trans masculine/nonbinary and uses he/they pronouns

* leah is actually robin's younger sister & moved to pelican town because robin had mentioned how peaceful it was

* sandy is trans feminine (she's also soo wife)

* abby would've absolutely loved among us

* maru secretly has a crush on penny

* jas makes shane play dress up. he acts annoyed but enjoys spending time with jas

* clint is an avid reddit user . do with that what you will.

* i think abby majored in political studies or graphic design

* harvey has a tooth gap and freckles

* elliott has DEFINITELY recreated the fork-hairbrush scene from the little mermaid

* harvey is allergic to cats but he powers through for the farmer

* abby DEFINITELY uses tumblr

* harvey has a little plane nightlight. not because he's scared of the dark but because he thinks it's cool. if you romance him, he puts it in the child(ren)'s bedroom.

* elliott wears hair curlers to bed.

* penny has a collection of drawings that jas and vince made for her. she puts them on her fridge.

* sam is an android user (and yes, it's purely because people kept calling him "samsung")

* wlw haley. that is all.

* haley takes pictures and sometimes lets leah borrow them/use them as a painting reference

* sebby with top scars. ooogh.

* maru has a cluster of freckles on her shoulder shaped like the little dipper.

* abby dyes her hair & once did all rainbow and cosplayed rainbow dash.

* the farmer and haley often call and have late night gossip sessions

* sam's phone wallpaper is a really zoomed in or a 0.5 photo of the farmer / whoever is his partner

* sebastian types in all lower case

* sam types in all caps.

* i think it would be really funny if seb just had sam in his phone as Samson (that grammar and everything) just because it's so unlike his usual typing and he does it to piss sam off

that's all for now. i may add more later idk. let me know if y'all want me to rack my brain for more of these

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 1 day

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Shrouded Mysteries

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Princess!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: none

Summary: More of your mysterious past comes to light as the search for you is on. Your "uncle" is making sure that you don't get found out and sent back to your home country. If only you can tell Spencer the truth instead of lying to him.

Play Pretend Masterlist

Square Filled: slowed heartbeat for @mfbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Spencer practically bounces into work on Tuesday morning. You have not left his mind since taking you out on the impromptu lunch date. He’s honestly never met anyone like you before which is why he’s so enthralled with you. He thought it was a bit weird that you didn’t know how to eat a cheeseburger but who is he to judge? He doesn’t know how to do a lot of things and often gets judged for it.

Derek walks out of the break room sipping his much-needed coffee when he sees Spencer at his desk. JJ and Pen follow him out of the break room and chuckle at the smile on his face.

“Why are you all smiles this past week?”

“Nothing.”

“Spit it out, kid. Who is she?”

“Why do you assume it’s a she?”

“No one makes a man smile like you’ve been smiling more than a woman.”

“Is it that girl you went to see the other day at the coffee place?”

“Okay, now I gotta know about her,” Derek grins.

“It’s nothing. It’s new. I don’t even know what we are or where it’s going to be. I just had lunch with her that one time.”

“What’s her name?” Penelope asks, sitting down at Derek’s desk.

“I’m not telling you.”

“Spence, we’re not going to stalk this girl.”

“I am. What’s her name?”

Spencer knows he’s not going to win this with three of his coworkers ganging up on him.

“Y/N.”

“Let’s look her up, shall we?”

“No, don’t do that.”

It’s too late. Derek and JJ are huddled around Penelope as she types quickly. He sighs and walks around them to see what she pulls up. He’s curious since there is such mystery surrounding you. Penelope finds an Instagram profile that matches the name Spencer gave her.

“Is this her?”

“Yeah.”

At face value, you look like a normal American girl. Spencer detected an accent in your voice that you were trying to hide. Besides that and not knowing how to eat a cheeseburger, you seem perfectly normal. Your Instagram shows it, too. You have pictures of you on the beach, in the mountains, in parks with your dogs, and traveling with friends and families. Someone who has experienced life to the fullest.

“From what I can see, she has two brothers and one sister and she really likes surfing, playing piano, and hanging out with her family.”

“Check her Twitter,” JJ says.

“Okay, no, you’re done. Enough stalking her.”

Spencer gives them their moment to tease, and Penelope chuckles before exiting out of Instagram.

“It’s good to see you happy, kid.”

Spencer takes a seat at his desk to get to work but he can’t get you out of his mind. Don came to visit you while at work, and your manager gave you permission to take your break earlier. You and Don are sitting outside where there aren’t any customers because it’s getting hot. No many people are walking outside so Don thinks it’s perfect to have this conversation here.

“Here, I got you a new cellphone. Don’t worry, they can’t track it.” You open your mouth to speak but Don shakes his head. “Don’t ask.” He takes out a small ID and hands it to you. “Here is your new driver’s license. I also did you a favor by creating social media accounts for you with pictures that my friend helped make. Everyone in this day and age has some sort of digital footprint. It would be weird if you didn’t have it.”

“Thanks.”

Your heart starts to race a bit from how nervous you are and you can’t help but fiddle with your fingers underneath the table. You look at the people passing by across the street and immediately smile when you see the one person who you can’t get out of your head. Don sees the smile and turns to see Spencer walking over to the Coffee Shop. Your heartbeat immediately slows down because you feel safe with him. You’re not sure why since he’s a stranger to you but you feel like you can trust him.

“Hi, Spencer,” you grin.

“I’ll see you at home,” Don clears his throat.

He leaves just as Spencer gets to the table. He takes the seat Don was sitting in and watches him walk away.

“That’s my uncle.”

“Where are your parents?” Spencer asks and turns back around.

“Away. They’re out of town for work. They won’t be back for a while.”

“What do they do?”

You’re not prepared to be interrogated mostly because you never did your homework on this new life. You should have on the plane ride over here, but you were too busy researching the history of America to research yours.

“You know, work. It’s complicated. They do so much.”

Spencer chalks it up to you wanting to be private so he respects that and moves the conversation along. It’s weird since your Instagram shows you being your family and he thought that meant you were close with them.

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

“I wanted to see you.”

“Here I am,” you smile. “Oh, I got my new phone. Can I give you my number?”

“Yeah.” Spencer takes out his phone and hands it over to you. You input your name and number into his phone before handing it back to him. He immediately calls your phone so that you have his number. “Listen, I also wanted to ask you if you’re busy this weekend.”

“I shouldn’t be, why?”

“I’d like to take you out if that’s okay.”

“Like a date?” Spencer nods shyly, and you give him an encouraging smile. “I’d love to. Where are we going?”

“Now, if I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise. Don’t worry, I think you’re going to love it.”

“I’m excited,” you grin.

“I have to get back to work but can I stop by at lunch and take you out again?”

“Yeah.”

Spencer grins and leaves the table right after. You watch him walk off with a happy sigh. This… this is everything you’ve wanted. The quiet peaceful life with someone to look forward to every day. It might be boring in some people’s eyes but it’s everything your old life can’t give to you. You think back to your parents and how worried they must be not knowing where their daughter is. You want to feel bad for what you did but if you feel bad then you’ll feel guilty and guilt leads to you going back there…

Yacleira. Home to your nightmares.

Your mother, Calliope, paces the throne room anxiously while your father, Elliot, sits on the throne overlooking the enormous room. Calliope is almost in tears because, for the past week, she and her husband haven’t been able to locate their only daughter and heir to the throne. They have searched Yacleira and every crack and crevice she has but you’re nowhere to be found. That means you must be in a different country but they’ve contacted Spain, Saudi Arabia, Norway, and England but none of them have seen or heard from you.

Elliot already had his time to explode in anger for letting his daughter get away but now he’s calm with silent rage. Not only is he very protective of you, his daughter, but also the future queen of Yacleira. Without you, they will have to find a new bloodline to take over the throne and that is not going to happen. Your family has been reigning for half a century and it’s not going to stop now.

“Calliope, darling, please quit pacing. You’re making them nervous.”

She looks over at the Harringtons of Vosharia. Felix, Cecelia, and their son Henry who was meant to be married to you had you not run off to play house in another country. This arranged marriage is a way of connecting the two countries to keep their alliances strong without issue. People in Vosharia are trying to overthrow people in Yacleira mostly for their land. They’re both small but very powerful countries and one will not give up their land for the other. This marriage is a way to unite the two together to become stronger. Henry has been quiet about the situation but his parents are ever so vocal about being made fools at the altar.

“Do you realize what will happen if word about this gets out? The outroar both of us will have to endure?” Felix asks angrily.

“We’ll find her,” Calliope says.

“You better because if you don’t, you can kiss that peace treaty goodbye. We will be at war,” Felix glares at Elliot.

“You have made your point, Felix. We do not need your judgment at a time like this,” Elliot glares back. “I suggest you go back to Vosharia and wait for our word. We will find our daughter and she will wed Henry. The deadline isn’t due for another six months.”

“Sweetheart, we should just go. You’ve made your point,” Cecelia says.

“Fine. We will come back in exactly one month hoping for progress.”

With that, the Harringtons leave the building, escorted by their own guards. Calliope is worried about the state of her country but she is worried about you more. Where could you be? What are you doing? Are you in danger? Did you leave because you had to or because you wanted to? The Richmonds don’t have enough time to rest because their head of security, Kylen, enters with your personal bodyguard who has been assigned to you since birth, Benjamin.

“Did you find her?” Elliot asks and stands up.

“No, sir. I figure if anyone can find her, it’s Ben.”

It’s true. Sebastián knows you better than you know yourself. If you were planning on leaving the country, he’d know about it or know where you’d go if you managed to sneak by him.

“You’re sure you don’t know what happened?” Calliope asks.

“No, Your Majesty. I was away when she escaped. She knew me just as much as I knew her. She knew when I’d be away from her.”

“Find her, Benjamin,” Elliot glares.

“I will do everything possible to bring her home to you.”

He knows you fled to the United States because he’s the one who put you on the goddamn plane. He just doesn’t know where. He made it clear to Don not to tell him where you were for this exact reason. He’d do anything to make you happy even if it means escaping from everything you’ve ever known.

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#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds angst

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ingo-ingoing-ingone · 2 days

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A Personal Post

Hi guys, I'm finally making the post I kept telling myself and my best friends I'd make but wanted to put it off until I felt better. That hasn't happened and with how things are going I thought it was best to just post it now.

So for a while, since probably late 2023, I've felt less like my blog is for me, and more like it's some kind of fandom archive. Which, if you use it this way as-is, great! I'm glad my blog could make you happy like that! But that's not what I set out for it to be.

I'm the sort of neurodivergent person who likes to categorize things, including my interests. All my tumblr blogs are specific to one thing, and this one was no exception.

I began tagging things soon after I made the blog because I saw a lot of people were sad about the twins, and I thought "well since I love both sad and happy stuff, and I'm really good about categorizing things, maybe I can try and help!" And according to many, it did help!

But I think that also gave off the impression that I was making this blog for other folks, and that isn't the case. I'm sorry I never clarified. It's not an archive; I do not reblog shipping posts, posts from people I've blocked, AUs I don't click with, and sometimes just not everything I see.

I've gotten popular in the fandom, and for the most part I do, from the bottom of my heart, enjoy it. I have people who care about my hyperfixation! That's amazing! I have people who love my cosplay and want to meet up with me. I've made so many friends of all shapes and sizes and it's probably the most incredible thing I've ever experienced, truth be told.

But yeah my blog being mine has gotten away from me a bit, I think.

I want to keep tagging my submas tags, that isn't going to change. I will tag triggers when asked, unless it's kind of impossible due to the blog's subject (trains, for instance) or a name or really common word (like the word 'head' or something). Other than that please reach out and I'll do my best to remember. But other tags? Those will be up to me. I don't want to tag when OCs show up. I love OCs and like seeing them, and don't want to have to remember that one person who visits my blog doesn't.

I had anon off for a while because honestly ever since making this blog, there have been anons who really made me unhappy. (Also yes, non-anons but that's been fewer and far between). I've gotten misinformation, accusations, horrible and disgusting explicit asks, and criticisms and complaints, and I'm just... Not here for that. Keep the explicit things and misinfo out of my inbox, I am no arbiter of morality or personal decisions, and I am not here for you to share your negative opinions of submas or the fandom.

Anon is on for people who are too self conscious to chat face to face, for people to send fun headcanon ideas (remember when people did that back in 2022 when this blog started? I miss that, it was sweet and wholesome), to share song recommendations... That kind of stuff. If you have an actual problem, please, PLEASE talk to me off anon, whether that be DMs or a non-anon ask that I can answer privately. Especially if we're friends; please, please just talk to me about stuff. I don't bite! I swear!

But yeah the bottom line is I'm here to participate in fun (and sometimes heartbreaking!) fandom stuff. I'm here for FUN, not as my job. I know that we're all a bunch of neurodivergent folks and sometimes interactions can be a swing and a miss, but please try to be mindful. Please treat me like a person and not just like a museum curator for this blog.

Truth is, I haven't been okay for a while now. It's gotten worse this year for sure, and due to life stuff I cannot see things feeling better for me for some time. I need to go day by day for a lot of things, and I am trying to get better about needing to set boundaries and all that sort of thing. I suffer from intense paranoia too, and having so many eyes on me is genuinely terrifying at times. I'm trying to manage that as best I can, but I do ask that folks be kind.

NO I am not going anywhere, my blog is staying and will continue on as normal, but I really, really needed to get this posted.

Please continue to interact with me and chat and everything like that! But also please remember to treat this space, my blog, as my space. Thanks for reading!

#blue blogs #basically just. if you wouldn't want someone saying it to you please don't say it to me i guess?#please treat me like an individual person and not just a curator.#i do really and truly appreciate you all #most of you haven't done anything wrong and those who've made me uncomfortable mostly have done so just due to social mishaps #it's not the end of the world #please just try again and keep my boundaries in mind is all #going to link this in my pinned post as well

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leonenjoyer69 · 21 hours

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The sillies :3 and the both colored and not bc I really really like the sketch for this one :3 my old emo playlist has recently creeped back into my life and ofc Migraine by Tøp hits me with this wonderful idea. Also, fun fact, the physical drawing was originally just supposed to be a concept doodle that I was gonna redraw on a different paper but I uh, got carried away..

Anyways!!! Little info dump below the cut on the relationship between the 3 of them bc @dustmint asked about it and I thought I'd share my response here too, teehee

OKAY, SO, HOW JEKYLL AND HYDE ACT TOWARDS HARRY:

I do firmly believe that Hyde fights Harry more Aggressively and outright, on board to do whatever it takes to get rid of him (or at least out of control) , while Jekyll took a bit more convincing (mostly once he was done freaking out over the fact that he's a fraction of a person just like Hyde is). He definitely also hates Harry, but in a more subtle, silent way >:3 instead sorta challenging Harry mentally as opposed to physically, like Hyde wishes to. He's generally more observant and tries to strike when he thinks it best, sometimes his emotions get the best of him tho.

MORE IN DEPTH:

So, once they figure out what/who Harry is from his lil journals in the mind scape, Jekyll may or may not have an identity crisis (he definitely does) but once he kinda gets through that he just feels bad for Harry, being locked away in the mind scape so long and dealing with everything there and such. Plus, Harry is seemingly their whole parts (their previously whole parts, at the least), so Jekyll certainly doesn't want him to die or anything. Hyde doesn't really feel too strongly about him right off the bat, more so just annoyed that Harry took control and now he's stuck in the mind scape with Jekyll.

Though!! Things change once Harry kinda shows his resentment towards the two, saying that he wouldn't be letting them out anytime soon, and revealing how he plans to reverse the potion. This immediately sends Hyde into feral dog mode, trying to use literally everything he can to absolutely break Harry and gain control back. Jekyll is still a bit reluctant for a while, but eventually starts siding more with Hyde, plotting how to gain control back or take care of Harry without killing all of them, bc ofc they don't wanna die.

But yeah, between sending out nightmares, forcing the heart palpitations and such by fighting, or just being a general nuisance (most all of which are usually by Hyde) it's not really surprising that the resentment Harry already had towards them grows lmao.

He does eventually find out that those little phantom strings he can still see around his wrists and such can kinda be used to vaguely control/subdue his other halves. Yeah, he threatens them a lot.

Also!!! Jekyll and Hyde start getting along better, but definitely still bicker and shit occasionally (which tends to piss Harry off a bit, since he's been so fed up with their fighting and refusing to be one for so long, it just ticks him off very easily). Jekyll also feels really jealous of Harry bc of how he seems to be able to fix things so easily (and his blooming relationship with Lanyon ofc)

Anyways!! That's all I got for now lmao. Lots of character development for Harry lately. Man, I really need to start doing stuff with Elias again 💀

Oh also here's a colored version where they're not ghostly:

#tgs #jekyll and hyde #the glass scientists #henry jekyll #edward hyde #dr jekyll and mr hyde #oc: “whole” jekyll #my art #my ramblings

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bratbby333 · 2 days

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ blog update ! ] ࿐ྂ

+ some housekeeping and info on new writing

hello my loves !! i wanted to give y'all some insight on what's been going on in my mind palace lately. there's a lot...so...cmon, take a walk w me...and maybe bring some snacks.

ੈ♡˳ first and foremost ! my work has received a lot more attention recently and i am so excited. with actual tears in my eyes, im happy to report that i surpassed 1,000 followers the other day. i am at a loss for words...just...stuck in a perma-state of disbelief.

im sending out the biggest thank you to everyone who has supported me, who's interacted with my work, to the lovely friends ive made though this account and to the heartbreakingly beautiful anime that brought me here in the first place. i am genuinely in awe...overwhelmed, even...i didn't expect any of this to happen when i started this blog and i am forever indebted to all of you for getting me here. im actively fighting off the inevitable surge of imposter syndrome as i type this out...i just love y'all so fucking much. this community means the world to me and i wanna scream at the top of my lungs in order to demonstrate my deepest appreciation for each and every one of y'all.

ੈ♡˳ secondly ! a message for my little angel babies, my day one followers; thank you for taking a chance on me. for watching me grow. for sticking around as i worked to get better at writing. im sure a lot of you started following me for my gamer!bf sukuna series...trust me, i love him and i know y'all do too. but i feel like my writing is heading in a different direction...and with a heavy heart, i'm absolutely gutted when i say that i am taking a pause on that series. i am forever grateful for the support and may return to him soon, though i cannot promise that. i owe so much of what my account is now to that series and i will never forget that.

for everyone who joined me as i delved into dark/dead dove content, thank you from the bottom of my heart for allowing me a safe space to explore different forms of story-telling. my choso fic was the first stepping stone and then i skipped every other stone on the path and jumped head first into the deep end with my dead dove gojo fic...i deeply appreciate all the positive feedback i received on both of those. after posting them, i realized that i am very into writing dark content. i know that taboo themes/dark content/dead dove subject matter isn't for everyone and i understand people's apprehension in regards to it. but with that being said, i will be moving forward with publishing darker content.

ੈ♡˳ so here's the writing update !

i did a poll asking y'all what kind of content you enjoy. a good chunk of people said long form fics (which is great, cause i do too !! mommy needs plot). so, i am migrating away from one shot writing. both because i've been thinking about it for awhile and because y'all are into longer stories, as well. but fear not, i will still write shorter stuff along with headcannons, drabbles, etc...it just won't be the main focus of my blog anymore.

ੈ♡˳ now, time for the big reveal ! perhaps it's a bit anticlimactic, but bear with me...

im so excited to announce that i have two new series coming ! it will be a dark, modern!au featuring choso (with a few other special guests) and a dead dove sukuna series.

i'm almost finished with the outlines, and have fully completed the theme layout + mood boards for both works. i hope to get the first few chapters wrapped up in the next couple weeks. if you want to be tagged in either of these (or both), just leave a comment or send me a message !

(also !! i may or may not be cooking up a dark medieval au series in collaboration with another writer on here...so be on the lookout for that hehe)

while i take breaks from writing my two series, i'll be working through my requests ! so if you've sent one in, i promise i will get to it, unless i literally cannot think of a good way to write it (im only human, im so sorry). also, im sure we already knew this, but im a slowww writer. i wish i could churn content out quick as fuck but i am too hypercritical of myself…it's both a blessing and a curse, honestly.

if you made it all the way to the end of this nightmare of a brain dump, i love you. if you've been with me for a while, i love you. if you're just now joining me, i love you. everyone who’s supported me in any way, shape, or form, i love you.

i present you with the sloppiest kiss with tongue (only if you want it, of course. i can also give you the tightest hug, the gentlest head pat, or my social security number...access to all my bank accounts? a mansion in the hills? my passport? hand in marriage? my first born child? literally whatever you want, babe).

okay !! i think that's all for the updates. feeling: very ambitious and motivated but also overwhelmed and mildly stressed but overall super excited for what's to come. im looking forward to this new adventure and i hope y'all come along with me ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

thank you again…for literally everything. yall hold a special place in my heart and always will. so, here we go !

see you on the other side, my loves.

— jade 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

#—bby’s babbles🪴#jjk fanfic #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen writing #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #bratbby333

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mybedroomceilingsbored · 2 days

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spewing whatever shit pops into my head for all my fav tma characters

ALRIGHT babes a whole entire six people wanted to see my opinions on characters so far (i just finished #103), but i don't rlly have a direction to take with this. i was thinking about giving them ratings but idek what i'd rate them ON lmao. SO!

Jon-ohoho he's so DRY and so FUNNY and somebody needs to bitch slap this man. how am i supposed to get a goofy workplace drama if he's so genre-aware?? i don't like him THAT much, but honestly the whole show would be a lot more boring without his paranoia. also was his skin rlly so bad that it took an entire MONTH to get him thoroughly moisturized? ur body is a temple, johnny boy :(

Martin-omg he's such a bean. i relate to this man a lil too much for comfort-he's bullied waaay too much by absolutely everyone in this podcast. if he reads too many statements and turns into another jon or smth i'll SWIM to the uk specifically to yell at the writers, this man is to be PROTECTED at all costs! also he SOUNDS like a fucking redhead. you can hear it in his voice. and it shows very clearly in his poetry.

Tim-hehehe ICON. s1 finale tim was honestly the greatest thing ever, the way he's changed is absolutely breaking my heart. prancing into the office during a worm attack and immediately sitting down on 20 cans of CO2 sounds EXACTLY like smth i'd do, honestly props to him for staying so calm during the whole thing. and the fact that he's fucking all these cops for information is just *chef's kiss* tbh, his entire EXISTENCE is a power move. he's got a statement coming up and i'm kinda terrified. he's been so.. depressingly realistic lately and i'm scared for him :(

Sasha/Not Sasha-sasha seemed so sweet, i wish i'd gotten to know her better before the switch! all i remember from her first vocal appearance is staring into space afterwards, trying to remember how i used to pronounce 'calliope'. i feel like her death/switch didn't hold as much gravity as it should've-i rlly wish i'd seen more of her! also, the way not sasha was the LEAST suspicious to jon-that monster's got acting CHOPS. we need her in the local theater group, HOW TF can anyone be that convincing?!?!?!

Monster Pig-last statement i listened to, so it's VERY fresh in my mind lmao. this pig deserves DEATH. i don't fucking CARE if it's "friendly", it ATE a FUCKING CLOWN. KILL ITTTTT. i am a VEGETARIAN

Michael-by FAR my favorite, the best character i've come across in quite a while, god's favorite princess <3 i adore this wonky man, he's such a legend. PEAK laugh. and he's so chaotic lmao!!! (no he absolutely did not die, what are you talking about???? that didn't happen. or Michael Shelley's tragic backstory that had me literally crying over a gd podcast, no way. i'm in DEEP denial) i adore how his first vocal appearance was just strutting into Jon's office, kidnapping a realtor, monologuing abt his identity issues, stabbing the archivist, and sashaying away. SUCH a funky dude, i adore him

Elias-he gives me bitter oldest kid vibes, this man needs therapy. what a kooky asshat, stop peeping on people.

Jude-hot in every way possible. sorry but it's TRUE. a rlly bad liar tho. not only does she speak in fucking italics, but you can tell she's giggling kicking her feet twisting her short little hairs as she's trying to get jon to shake her hand. bitch, you're sexy and you know it, SPEAK UP!!

Wormy Jane-an icon, honestly. the whole EMBODIMENT of ick. not to mention if i actually saw this woman i'd lose my SHIT, she terrifies the bejeezus outta me. her statement was what made me (sorta) stop picking at my face (for a little bit at least). i honestly wonder what she was on that made her stick her whole fucking arm in a HAUNTED WASP'S NEST. it's also so hilarious that she was camped outside Martin's apartment for WEEKS and nobody rlly questioned it-this woman is on a MISSION. slay, ick queen.

Melanie-this woman has more balls than anyone else on this damn podcast (ahem, elias mostly). we stan a girlboss with a knife-the way she was just planning to JUMP him??? melanie's 100% RIPPED, she SOUNDS like a gym rat i think. i wanna see her beat the shit outta all these ghosts :3

You're A Lighter-idk how to spell his actual name and i'm too lazy to look it up, so this is what y'all're getting. the snotty old library dude with such a kooky voice, all i could think of when i first heard him was the Kool-Aid man lmaoo. and he needs to take better care of his assistants!! EXTREMELY unsustainable :( he's like a bowerbird collecting all the shiny homicidal books.

Helen-she ATE my babygirl??!!!!?!?!!?! COMPLETELY unacceptable. i won't deny the girl's got guts for just.. chilling in Michael's creepy hallways, but COUGH UP THE CREEPY BLOND for christ's sake.

Trevor Herbert-10/10 honestly. i LOVED his statements, the vampires are SO CRAZY CREEPY and i love how he just kinda fucks around? does some light stalking? and usually ends up with a bunch of dead monsters! in essence, he looked an eldritch horror in the face, called it a slur, and whacked it with a stick. legend.

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RWBY Evermorrow Ep.7 Director's Commentary (or something)

The newscast segment was a late addition, we decided it was best to move a scene to a later episode for a better sense of narrative. I even already animated that whole scene so we don't need to worry about it!

We were gonna use Lisa Lavender here, but decided it was better to use Cyril due to availability of existing cast members as the scene was kind of last minute. We see it as Cyril being the guy in the studio, and Lisa being the reporter in the field.

Khaki's prison number is funny if you can decipher it.

Originally this episode was a big ol scene of RWBYCRDL recounting the mission to Oz and Glynda, then the punishments being dished out, but I was having such a dull time writing it that we decided it was best to cut the recap of the immediate previous episode and hope the teams' reactions did the work. I think it was for the best, a glorified recap episode seems like it would've been a waste of production; if it wasn't fun to write it wouldn't have been fun to watch.

It was a good time to bring in Glynda as she's always been Beacon's voice of reason around Oz's more whimsical tendencies. She's to-the-point and will make no excuses, which sells the teams being reprimanded more. Plus the added questioning of what exactly Ozpin is saying to Cardin offscreen is an interesting question in the viewer's mind.

(Also our Ozpin VA was kinda unavailable but for a very good reason lol)

Let's talk Dove. You've probably noticed he's very much the reasonable one on EM CRDL at this point, which is very intentional as going in I wanted to make them more interesting than Cardin and the Cardins. CRWBY once said Dove was the most skilled of CRDL, which is an interesting angle, and Doves are a symbol of peace which inspired me to make him the """nicer""" one, albeit a bit embittered by his lot in life. This episode has a montage of the moments in ep5-6 that really lay it all out that he's a little better than the others on his team, which is why Ruby vouched for him.

There was going to be a decent focus on family in this episode, but eventually we whittled it down to just Russel's and Dove's. Being like "oh and here's a character's parent being funny and mad" worked twice, but three to eight times might have gotten old lmao

Why did I pick Bertilak for Russel's guardian? Green. Mohawk. Moody. Not a big Faunus fan.

Okay so that's only part of it. Russel has been consistently portrayed as a bit of a doormat in EM, following Cardin's orders or deferring to the next biggest fish if he's not around. His actions around Bertilak imply that the latter is the source of all that behaviour.

Dove offers Ruby an "Olive Branch". I don't know if I can get more unsubtle than this.

Don't ship them they literally feel nothing about each other. That's canon.

Why did I pick Shopkeep for Dove's grandpa? Closed eyes, and Shopkeep is everywhere. That's literally the joke.

Pyke Rite from The Grimm Campaign.

There were a few characters I really wanted to get involved sooner. Can you believe it took us till Ep7 for Ren or Nora to say anything? It felt good to have all of JNPR and OP(A)L fully animated in the same scene, and was fun to set up dynamics like Oscar being a fanboy, Alyx being a little shit and the two teams generally getting along.

In comparison to 6 this episode was a lot calmer and a lot more talk-y, but hopefully we managed to make it fun. The animators and VAs did amazing as always (the former has basically eclipsed my efforts at this point), and I'm looking forward to ep8 very much! Bigger and better!

If you have extra questions about this ep you can shoot me an ask, I'm always down to self-indulge lmao

#rwby #rwby fan art #rwby art #rwby fanart #rwby evermorrow #rwby au

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Hi there,

I'd love to know your ideas and opinion on Hori going out of his way to make Bakugou the second OFA user as it was shown in the movie. Are you a fan of it?

This post has aged badly because of how long it's been sitting in my inbox, but... well, I was the one who did that, so that's my own fault.

Hahahahahah, yeah, wow, sweet flying fuck no. In a series that has been escalating in how many bad decisions they've made lately, that is one of the worst. More than that, it is telling, in this deeply concerning way, about how little Hori seems to like his own main character.

I've never watched the movie, and I have no desire to, because I'm pretty sure all that'd happen if I did would be me spending the entire movie picking out plot holes than anything, but I have done some basic research on it, and my impression is that it's very... Naruto filler-movie-y, where the protagonists get Random Power up that is basically never spoken of again (note that this is basically official confirmation of Bakugou's promotion), the same general kind of big fight sequence where both of them work together, etc.

It's just... it's just shallow, though, is the thing. At least the filler Naruto movies had the basic decency to make up whatever power up they used and threw away; here Izuku is taking one of the foundational parts of the entire story and just.... giving it away. All of his emotional attachment to it, as a Quirk, as his Quirk, as part of a legacy connecting him to All Might, One For All, and what is singlehandedly keeping him in his current place in society (since at this point he wasn't allowed to be smart anymore), and he just throws it away to Bakugou.

And then, to top it off, it just comes back to him. Some Fucking How(TM). And, because this is, again, one of the foundational parts of the fucking story, that just leaves... so many questions. So many.

Like. If the Quirk could yeet itself from hosts it doesn't like, could AFO ever really take it? Or would it Yeet Thyself from his body, and presumably take a copy of AFO with it in the process (and doesn't that mean, since there was that nod to this happening in canon, that Izuku should have Explosion now? That he literally, by Hori's own logic, has taken that fundamental core of Bakugou's character, and should be in the perfect place to invalidate his entire, badly managed and over all atrocious 'character arc'?).

Really, the more I think on this, the more I realize that that is proof that, not only was Explosion drastically warped to contort to Hori's whims, but so was OFA; OFA, originally, was just supposed to support Izuku, as an assistance to his character, but as time passed, it became clear that that was no longer true, and Izuku only existed to assist OFA. And no, I'm not even talking about the actual person, I'm talking about the set of powers Izuku's entire purpose in the story had been reduced to helping display on demand.

And the fact that, looking at it with that symbolism in mind, that movie's ending was a perfectly horrible encapsulation of what happened in the overall story, of Izuku handing his entire self identity over to Bakugou, for him to take and use however the hell he wanted.

...Fuck, that's depressing. Really, honestly, I wonder why the hell Izuku even exists. Seriously. It's clear that Hori doesn't want him, and he wants all the good Izuku things to go to Bakugou; there's plenty of manga and anime with an asshole of a main character, although a lot of early things would have to be changed to explain how that'd work...

I wonder, but I actually know that answer: beyond needing a more acceptable hero, beyond changing plans, having Bakugou as the focus the way Izuku was would, A, put a spotlight on the traits of him Hori clearly wanted to avoid doing, and B, would put more pressure on Hori to make Bakugou change in way he so clearly wasn't allowed to do, to make the reality of him match up with the narrative version so many people love (You could argue that Izuku, in a similar place, stopped changing after awhile, but at the same time his complete lack of growth is the main reason why the people stopped liking him anymore, because he stopped feeling like a person, and one of the major reasons the second half of the story became so overwhelmingly shit, to the point even people just casually enjoying the story on a surface level read couldn't miss; combining that clusterfuck with Bakugou's shit characterization is probably the only reason Hori didn't just... have Izuku die at some point so Bakugou could flat out replace him, along with shallow nods to their 'rivalry' (like this movie!) to help the story sell).

...I've gotten off topic. So, to sum up: No. No, I hate it, it's terrible, I'm glad I've never had to actually watch it happen.

#ask #bnha critical #mha critical #bakugou critical #Some Fucking How(TM)#izuku deserves better #this took way too long

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In your Mithrun analysis, when you say “maybe it's also particularly gentle that, in the end, there was someone who refused to even consider giving up on him.” who is the ‘someone’ in your mind? Milsiril? Kabru and the canaries? I loved your analysis, so I’m curious

OH kabru absolutely

milsiril spared him and, decades later, helped him with his physical rehabilitation, but it seems like she more or less gave up on his personhood. no more desires -> no more mithrun as we knew him -> no more mithrun. she spared him because he wasn’t completely devoid of motivation to live, and she used the single motivator he had left to eventually get him to keep himself alive, and she briefly even seemed to want to try and instill some of his old mask (even with the understanding that that’s what it was) back into him, but that fell through immediately and i think with it went her optimism that mithrun would ever… be a person again. “too late now, i guess.”

then the canaries are on good enough terms with him, but they’re practically instructed to treat him like a weapon or a tool they’re maintaining. i believe it’s cithis that tells kabru to take care of mithrun but clarifies that really what that is is just making sure he eats. ensuring his baseline needs for survival are met. and really, that’s all she was ever tasked with. when it’s all over and mithrun is cataleptic, the canaries stay physically near him, but they seem to have accepted that he’s gone—without the demon to chase, he has nothing to live for. cithis, though, seems to be closer to mithrun than any of the others, and i don’t think it’s a coincidence that she’s the one who calls lycion off and encourages kabru to try engaging with him when she hears the beginning of what he has to say.

this post caught a lot of my opinions regarding mithrun’s relationships (linking to my reblog of it because i dumped some thoughts in the tags) but tldr i do think milsiril and the canaries fall short of thinking of mithrun as a person, and that’s why their relationships with him fail him somewhat. i don’t think that’s their fault, because it seems like they were taught to think of losing your desires as a complete loss of self and humanity, but it does mean they see mithrun as someone who has already been lost. kabru is demonstrably different in that he’s able to help mithrun see a future beyond the demon, and he’s able to do it because he deals with mithrun like he’s human. because he is. and all of that stems from the specific aspect of kabru’s personality that is his obsession with people

#ask #anon #dungeon meshi spoilers #mithrun #love this dynamic because genuinely everything about it that works works because these characters are exactly the ways they are #does that make sense lmfao #like kabru and mithrun’s very specific personality quirks make them each exactly the right person to help the other grow #ALSO HI WAIT THANK YOU i feel like calling that is an analysis is generous but i appreciate it #sometimes you’re just ill about an elf at 2am after playing dnd for four hours #and if you’re me. sometimes is all the time

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paperclip-skz · 10 hours

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Late Night Snack

fem*Reader x Bang Chan

*WARNING*

contains: mention of nightmares (reader cannot sleep), slight mention of sleep depravation, oral (f receiving), lots of teasing, overstimulation, denied orgasm, praising, thigh riding, over clothes stimulation, and pet names, let me know if I missed anything.

WC: 3.5k

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You're startled awake in bed. Clinging your hand to your chest, Your mind is frantic. You can’t seem to keep your breathing under control until you rub gentle circles on your chest. You close your eyes trying to remember where you are.

I’m safe. I’m home. No one is chasing me. I’m safe. I’m home.

You repeat in your mind like a prayer. You start to calm down, slowly. Your body feels weighed with sleep, but your mind has been frightened awake, leaving you no choice but to stay awake. Nightmares like these have become routine.

You're startled awake in the middle of the night and too afraid to go back to sleep, so you just wait for your body's tiredness to drift back into a calm state.

You lay back against your pillows and let them swallow you in their embrace. You lay there begging your brain to drift peacefully, but there is no use. Your mind is awake therefore you are.

You get up from your bed and charge to the kitchen, thinking some cold water would help ease your mind.

It's dark, but you know your way around your friend's house pretty well. You go to the kitchen fridge where you grab a bottle of water.

“Can’t sleep?” a voice says.

You jump at the sudden intrusion, spilling some water on your T-shirt.

“Who-” You squint your eyes at the couch. A hidden hue of blue light radiated off of his face. He’s silently clicking away on his computer, working on some new project. “Jesus Chan you scared me”

Your friend had several roommates, there was Hyunjin (Your friend), Jisung, Chan, and Changbin. You stayed in Hyunjin’s room while he and his three other roommates were on a trip. You loved your best friend's flat, his room was filled to the brim with art and literature and you could stay in there forever. Needless to say, when you got kicked out of your apartment, because of some construction noise forbidding you from sleep, Hyunjin offered this little arrangement pretty quickly. Hyunjin had told you Chan might stop by the flat, but it wasn’t likely.

“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry,” he says without looking in your direction.

“What are you doing here, Jinnie said you most likely wouldn’t come to the flat, let alone in the middle of the night” You walk over to the sink where a small towel rests.

“Well, he thought wrong” he's still glued to his computer.

The cold water seeps into the fabric of your T-shirt. You're wearing an oversized T-shirt and your panties, you don’t normally wear a whole lot to bed to begin with and didn’t have any reason now to change that fact. But now, you're silently regretting not putting on some shorts, feeling overly exposed with Chan in the room.

Chan lets out a ragged sigh and gently shuts his computer. He stands up walking effortlessly to you. He sits down on one of the stools behind the counter. You're still in front of the sink/other side of the counter, so he can't see anything past your T-shirt.

“Why are you up?” He asks, tilting his head at you, but not giving any sign of a smile.

“I could ask the same about you” you banter back. You and Chan haven’t had much interaction with each other or any sort of friendship. You just know him as your friend's roommate, nothing more. Now and then You’ll see him around the flat, you admit, he’s good-looking, almost too good-looking, but you’ve never really gotten to know him so your thoughts ended there.

“I’m working, can’t sleep because my brain won't shut off” he answers tapping his index finger on his forehead. You turn to look at the time the stove says on its clock, 2:30. Jesus it's late. “Your turn.”

You look back at him, he's still staring at you. “Um…” suddenly you feel embarrassed, he’s up because his brain won't calm down either, but why do your reasons sound childish compared to his? “Same as yours I guess, my brain won’t shut off” You turn your attention back to the water bottle you had placed down, tracing your fingers around its surface.

“You guess?”

“Yeah, I mean it's not work-related or anything… it’s just… it's um…” You're struggling to find the words to explain yourself. Why is this so hard to admit?

“Y/N what is it?” with nothing but concern written all over his face, you feel the wash of self-doubt leaves your body.

“I had a nightmare, and now I think my brain is too scared to go back to sleep” You answer honestly. Chan leans back in the stool, only studying you.

“What was it about?”

“That's the thing, I never remember.”

“This happens regularly?” he asks again, he knows he’s playing in dangerous territory and he knows these questions are far too personal, but he can’t help his curiosity about you.

“Yeah, almost every other night” You hang your head, the heat of embarrassment clawing at you.

“What do you try to do to stop it”

“I’ve tried a lot of things, music, medication, etc. But nothing works the same, usually I just wait till I tire myself out. Sometimes all I have to do is just lie in bed for a while, other nights I physically have to tire myself out by staying up later into the night” Why am I telling him all this? You're opening up to him more than you’ve ever opened up to Hyunjin. Hyunjin knows about your nightmares, but that's all he knows. You’ve never gone into any sort of detail about them or what you do to help them, and he knows better than to ask.

“Oh, I see” he breathes out. You look back up at him, trying to study what he's thinking, but it's almost impossible. He just stares off into the palms of his hands with a neutral expression.

The finger you’ve been tracing the indents of the water bottle with has become cold and almost numb, so you decide to take the water bottle in hand and slowly make your exit. “Don’t let your brain take control for too long. Try and get some sleep” You pat his shoulder before walking back to Hyunjin’s bedroom.

Until Chan’s hand wraps around your free hand preventing you from walking any further. “Are you going to sleep, or are you just going to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling.” His stare bores into you, he’s completely unreadable. His touch sends fireworks dancing across your skin.

“Um-”

“If you're not gonna sleep, at least stay out here with me” he pleads. He actually pleads, you’ve barely had a conversation with him and now he's pleading with you to stay up with him.

All thoughts leave your mind, his pouting lips and desperate eyes make your heart ache. “Okay” you agree, you don’t know exactly what you're agreeing to, but he's pulling your hand back to the kitchen counter. His grip remains holding your wrists, he doesn’t let go, not even when you're being pulled to be face to face with him. Instinctively you lean your body against his, resting one of your hands on his shoulder to steady you.

His grip isn’t tight, but it isn’t unforgettable, and he doesn’t move his fingers or glide his thumb across your knuckle, he simply squeezes your hand in reassurance. You can’t help but stare. Stare at his soft features or his parted lips.

Your thoughts become rapid, thinking about those lips and what they could do, all while the feeling of his grip isn’t lost. Your imagination peaks at the thought of his hands roaming your body, gently grasping at the base of your throat.

The thought sends your lip tugging between your teeth, “don’t” Chan says instinctively reaching out his thumb to break your lip free. Your plump lip springs free and Chan keeps his thumb resting on your chin. The intimate contact sends sparks through your body.

Chan keeps staring at your swollen lip, it's not bruised or indented, just red and plump. He stares at his like it's his last meal and he's a man deprived.

“If you're gonna kiss me, please do it already” He chuckles at your impatience. Chan’s hand reaches up to caress your hair, touching it lightly. Painfully slowly Chan inches closer to you, looking at you for any sign of retreat. Until his lips finally meet with yours in a slow tamed kiss. You notice his lips are so soft yet so skillful, as you snake your hand to cup his cheek in place. You crane your head to the side, deepening the kiss. He groans at the feeling of your tongue grazing his bottom lip, silently asking for permission.

You’ve completely forgotten that you’re half naked in front of him, but that thought is long gone, as his clothed thigh wedges and skims your bare ones. The pressure you didn’t know you needed makes your thighs clamp, trapping his leg under you. You sigh into his mouth while his kiss becomes desperate. You swing your arms around his shoulders, a subtle attempt to rub your clothed core on his thigh, and you quickly become fully aware of the dampness between your legs. Chan notices your not-so-subtle attempt and flexes his thigh, making you whimper at the stiffness.

Chan sucks every whimper, every moan, every sound you make when he kisses you, his tongue never misses a beat. His tongue swipes along your tongue, making your head spin and your walls clench around nothing.

As you ride his thigh, his hands begin to roam over your body. Chan travels one of his hands from guiding your hips along his leg to brushing along your stomach with his fingertips and finally slightly squeezing one of your breasts. His other hand stays on your hip leading its motions along his thigh.

Surly the stain from your panties has transferred onto his sweats. You're the first to break from the kiss, letting the stimulation take full control of your actions. Your head falls back and your eyes roll closed, the only thing Chan can do is stare. Stare at your body arching into him as you pleasure yourself on his thigh, staring at the way your hair falls perfectly along your back, staring at your breasts faintly bouncing.

His hands rest on your lower back holding you steady as you continue your assault on his leg, painting his pants with your juices. Your pace quickens, becoming sloppy, but rapid nonetheless.

The release builds in your lower belly. Your whimpers become louder as you chase your high, Chan hears them as music to his ears, a new song he wants on repeat.

“Come on baby, fly for me. Let it all go for me” Chan chants like a mantra. His hands on your back grip you like a vice, while his head rests lazily on your clothed breasts. He’s so close, so intimate, you can feel his heavy breath send goosebumps over your body.

“Chan” you cry out. You bring your head forward to meet Chan’s, his boner promptly tenting in his pants.

“That's it baby” The stimulation on your clit begins to rile your body up with an overpowering feeling, a wave that eagerly wants to crash.

Your body begins to shake and your legs begin to tremble. Chan’s hands become your only source of stability as your release washes over you.

Chan holds you close to his body, his head still resting between your clothed breasts. You bring your head down to rest on Chan’s shoulder and try to catch your breath.

You're still lying your body tiredly on Chan’s, while one of his hands caresses your back. An act so endearing a warmth spreads through your heart, a feeling that's so unfamiliar, but so welcomed.

Finally, you bring your head up and reach to cup Chan’s jaw, bringing his eyes to meet with yours. You linger into his chestnut eyes, and your lungs fill with a need to speak, but nothing comes out. A breath escapes your parted lips.

You decide the only thing you can do is kiss him, so you kiss him tenderly, letting your tongue swipe across his bottom lip tenderly and letting the kiss last. His hands find a perfect place on your hips.

You both break away from the kiss, regaining your breath. His hands alone make your body needy for more. He hasn’t even really touched you and he’s already made your body quiver. The image of his hands exploring your naked body, of his finger gliding in and out your wet fold, the thought, automatically, sends your lower lip between your teeth.

Chan chuckles slightly. He reaches one of his hands to pull your lip free once again, “what am I going to have to do for you to stop doing that?”

Your mind races with images of Chan on top of you, of his hands on every corner of your body, of his tongue everywhere. Chan sees the smirk spreading across your lips.

“Oh” the realization is evident in his tone “What should I do first”

*****

You find yourself in Chan’s bed. Your oversized sleeping t-shirt somewhere lazily on the floor, while your black lacy panties still hang around your hips.

Chan stands at the foot of the bed, staring at your slightly naked body. He leans his hands on the sides of your legs, looking down at your body, his eyes screaming with hunger. You force yourself to resist biting your lips, if anything Chan has made it clear he doesn’t like your little habit.

Chan licks his lips as his eyes rake down your body. “What am I going to do with you”

His words send chills straight to your needy core. With the tip of his pointer finger, Chan glazes across your skin, from the valley of your breasts to the string of your panties. Your body arches from Chan's touch, begging for more.

With a simple act, Chan lowers himself to place a soft kiss on your stomach just above your core. His fingers dance the line of your panties slowly bringing them down your leg. His teasing is so impossibly tender, so slow, so intimate.

Your hand comes up to stroke his dark locks. Chan breaks his lips away from your skin to look up at you with lidded eyes. He can see you trying to hold back from biting your lip, he smiles at the thought of you picking up on his silent request.

Your hand travels down to his cheek, gliding your thumb across his cheekbone. He leans into your touch and closes his eyes. “Chan” you whisper, you don’t know what you're asking of him, but you need something from him. You need him to touch you, to worship you, to do something about the wetness between your legs.

He chuckles. That small, adoring chuckle, warms more than just your heart. “Eager?” he whispers back.

The only thing you can do is nod your head. He places another soft kiss on your skin and brings himself to the edge of the bed. He grabs your ankles and gently drags you closer to the edge of the bed. He leans on his knees becoming face to face with your bare cunt.

You lean on your elbows watching Chan's lips come closer and closer to your eager core. Anticipation grows within you, anticipation that has you sighing when Chan kisses your inner thigh, mere inches away from your throbbing center.

He places another kiss on your other thigh, this time a little closer to where you need him most. “Do you like this?” His voice is husky and it sends an unfamiliar vibration through your body.

The whine that escapes your lips is foreign, but Chan basks in your reaction to his touch. Chan leans in closer to place a chaste kiss on your drumming clit. “What do you want?” another chaste kiss “all you have to do is tell me”.

Your breath hitches in your throat. His words making your body shiver in delight, chan breaks away from you to look you in your eyes. You can’t bring yourself to speak, for some reason his touch is so distracting it stops any whisper of a sound from escaping your lips.

“I-” you're interrupted by the feeling of his fingers tip-toeing over your folds, spreading your wetness all over. You suck in a breath when his fingertip teases your entrance.

Chan watches you with hungry eyes as you breathe a sigh and your body readies for a welcomed intrusion. “What do you want, baby girl?” His quiet demand makes your core throb.

“I want you” you know he wanted you to be more specific with your words, but what are words when you can be more accurate with your actions. You bring your hand back into his roots, slowly easing him downward closer to your bare sex.

He takes the hint with ease as he delicately kisses your clit, swiping his tongue along the rim. He takes his time licking your sensitive bud teasing you a little more before applying pressure to it with the tip of his tongue. It makes your body tense and your back arches. The familiar feeling of his finger enters your folds, but not all the way, just enough to tease your entrance and clench your walls around the fingertip of his finger.

Your body writhes on the bed. “Stay still doll” he breathes against your core. You can’t help it, your body flutters at his words. “If you keep moving like that I’m going to have to pin you to the bed”

His threat makes your mind go wild with desire, “is that a threat or a promise?” you challenge.

With a new determination in his eyes, he wraps his hands around the underneath of your thighs. His steel grip claws at your skin, pinning you in place. You let your back fall onto the bed.

“You might want to hold onto something babygirl”

You chuckle at his cockiness, “you can’t ser-” you words are caught in your throat the second Chan dives into you. Sucking, licking, teasing your clit with enough force to turn your whimpers into screams.

His grip on your hips keeps you trapped in place. You fist at the sheets, pulling as hard as you can while Chan devours you. His assault on your sex fills the room with sloppy dirty noises, you would normally be embarrassed about.

That wave of release builds quickly and it crashes even quicker. It's not long until your body is shaking, your legs are trembling, and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head in pure bliss.

Chan lets you ride out your orgasam and your hand reaches down to caress his hair once again. You expect him to pull away, but when you continue to feel his tongue swiping along your folds, collecting your remaining juices, the overstimulation sends you screaming again.

“Chris” you scream.

Suddenly he stops, lifting his head, “say it again” you whimper at the loss of his tongue. Even though the overstimulation was almost too much, your second wave was about to crash so easily.

“Wha-”

“Say. it. Again.” he emphasizes each word like it's his last.

“Chris' ' it comes out as a mixture of a moan and a whisper, but it's enough to send a growl to vibrate through his chest.

He dives back into you, chasing back that second wave of release. It comes quickly and unexpectedly. You scream his name when the wash of relief shakes through your body.

Chan removes himself from your dripping cunt and licks his lips. He makes a show of it, showing you how he savors every taste of you. Your body is limp, you can barely move. He leans up to give you a kiss, swiping his tongue along yours so that you can taste yourself.

You can feel his hard length pressing against your thigh. Your hands rake up and down his back, bringing him closer to your naked form.

“Someone is entirely overdressed” you tease.

“He chuckles along the corner of your lips, when he pulls away you find yourself shivering from the loss of warmth. You lean against the bed on your elbows.

You stare as Chan makes a show of taking off his shirt. His muscles flex and you admire his toned torso. Next are his pants. He’s so slow when undoing the buttons that cage his prominent boner tenting his pants. Once his pants are fully removed, he quickly swipes down his boxers down his legs, letting his length spring free.

Without wasting another second Chan pounces on you. Caging you within his arms and forcing your legs apart with his thigh. “I could ruin you” He whispers in your ear. His hot breath makes your body arch into his, silently begging him to be closer.

“Do it” you challenge

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: i tried something different, please let me know what you think! Everything and anything is greatly appreciated! :

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