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angryschnauzer · 3 years

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Distraction

Summary: As a junior CIA agent you are added to a mission to help with scientific analysis, but when half the team are hospitalised you have to suddenly become a hands on field agent, alongside August Walker and Will Shaw. When the final part of the mission at a tropical plant glass house has an unexpected side affect, you have to work as a team to survive the night.

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader x Will Shaw Fandoms: Mission Impossible: Fallout (Movie), The Cold Light of Day (Movie), Henry Cavill - Actor.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Sex Pollen, Threesome, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Blowjob, Cum Play, Double Penetration, Anal Sex.

A/N: This is my first time writing the Sex Pollen trope, so i hope you like it. Fic is unbeta’d; only the finest free range organic typos for me. I do not run a tag list, but if you follow @angryschnauzerwrites and put that blog onto notifications, you will then get an alert when i post something new.

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Distraction

If there had been someone narrating a movie of this mission, the first line would have been ‘it was a simple mission’. However, they would have been lying. The mission was far from simple, it was convoluted, complicated, and the team fucking hated each other.

The team were scheduled to arrive via two flights, from opposite directions of the globe as not to arouse suspicions that a large team would do if anyone was picked up on facial recognition. You had been brought on board because of your scientific and tech background, and as the team were tasked with retrieving the formula for the most dangerous biological weapon in the world, you were the one that would check they had the right thumb drive before the mission was able to be called a success. There would be multiple extraction points, numerous undercover assignments that would all lead to the final extraction at the gala dinner.

That was the plan. What actually happened was the half of the team coming in from Dallas ended up with severe food poisoning and were currently being hospitalised in a local treatment facility. That left just your half of the team, and the senior agent now in charge was none too happy about it;

“I’ve got a fucking chemistry nerd and a number cruncher for a hands on mission that requires multiple scenes where infiltration and distraction are needed, and neither of you have any fucking field work!”

August Walker hated everyone and made sure he did everything he could so that everyone hated him in return. The other member of the team quietly ground his teeth, Walker never once let him forget that he came into this agency completely by accident following a rogue faction and a situation that started with the death of his CIA Agent father, and resulted in smashing up half of Madrid’s traffic in a 24 hour long series of car chases;

“I was a stockbroker, and i didn’t hear anyone complaining when i discovered the currency discrepancies that found us the targets insider trading”

Will Shaw was so similar yet so different to Walker it was startling, you even thought they looked similar enough to be long lost brothers, but never dared to mention it.

The hotel suite had all the facilities you needed to set up a small command post, with enough counter space to set up the laptops and work-stations, whilst not getting under each other's feet. However it was still small enough for the two men to continually bicker and make snide remarks at each other, and you had to push the earpiece of your surveillance equipment closer to your ear to hear, finally you heard what you needed to, holding your hand up and clicking your fingers at the two men who immediately silenced and crossed the room;

“They’re going to be at the MMA Gym in thirty minutes”

“Okay” Walker huffed; “We need to extract the codes from his device that will give us access for the holding location. You and Shaw take the gym and cause the distraction, i’ll get the codes”

Will shook his head;

“Not gonna work”

“It's not?” you were surprised

“The gym is men only, the only women are administration and janitorial”

“That’s fucking antiquated” August spat out in disgust.

You had to hide the smirk that tugged at the corner of your mouth, that August Walker of all people would be an advocate for equal rights, but nonetheless started to prepare for the first distraction.

Walker and Shaw had entered the building separately but within 5 minutes of each other, signing in under false names and keeping it simple and silent as they started training on the weights and cardio machines in the gym. You had already entered through the basement deliveries door which you’d been able to pick the lock of, finding a staff uniform t-shirt in the storeroom and pulling it on over your top. You could hear both men through their hidden comms, and within a couple of minutes pretending to sort out a cleaning kart that you knew the morning crew had finished with, you heard the code word that the target had entered the weights room.

Seconds later you were tentatively pushing the door to the locker room open, calling out;

“Housekeeping!”

You had no idea if they called themselves housekeeping or janitorial staff or whatever, but when you didn’t get a reply you quickly entered the room and did what needed to be done.

Through your ear piece you could hear the first stage of the distraction starting, with your two fellow agents starting to challenge the other to out lift each other, and from the muffled background noise you could tell that they were drawing a crowd of onlookers.

Tapping your comms you alerted Walker and Shaw that you’d been successful, and that it was time for them to leave. But as you got no response you quickly made your way out of the locker room through the other exit, only to find yourself in a glass walled corridor, the gym on the other side of the glass. What surprised you however was that there was now a huge crowd of spectators as they watched your two agents try to pull out more reps on the bicep curl machine. Scowling you grabbed a cloth and bottle of spray cleaner and squirted the glass, glaring at the two of them before they finally saw you;

“Its time to go, dumbasses. Finish the contest. I’ll be in the car in the street behind the building”

Pushing through the door of the hotel suite you scrunched your nose as Will pushed past you, August not far behind;

“You two need a shower… did you really need to get that sweaty?”

“Well… you wanted the distraction to look convincing, didn’t you?” Will shot back, stripping his t-shirt off, already halfway to the bathroom.

A quiet cough behind you drew your attention away from Will’s sculpted back muscles;

“When you’re done staring at Shaw…”

“I...I wasn’t stare…”

“Whatever sweetheart, either way; you two need to change”

Looking down at your outfit you pulled at the gym t-shirt;

“Yeah, i can just find a utility shirt or something…”

“No, you’re front of house with me. Will’s taking the extraction of the thumb drive”

“But...I didn’t bring an outfit…”

August nodded to a pile of bags in the corner of the room from the agents that hadn’t made it to the mission but their luggage had;

“So check Marianne’s, she is about the same size as you. Either way its you and me sweetheart, now get dolled up, you can’t go to a gala looking like that”

Twenty minutes later you took a deep breath; you’d found Marianne’s bag and had found that although she was a similar size to you, it was one size smaller. She also had a completely different taste and style to makeup and you were now way out of your comfort zone. The red lipstick however seemed to work, a touch of gold bronzing powder across your shoulders and chest made the red silk dress really work for you. Adjusting the straps so they sat over the top of your bra, the pretty floral pattern hopefully not too noticeably jarring against the sultry silk. Taking a deep breath you stepped out of the small dressing room and came face to face with Will;

“Oh hey” he looked you up and down before clearing his throat; “Looks good”

“Yeah?” you smoothed the dress down over your stomach

“I mean… the bra kinda takes away from the look… but yeah, it looks really good”

“I...I didn’t have anything suitable for a gala, this is Marianne’s… from her bag…”

Will stood in front of you, reaching his hand around your back and with a quick snap of his fingers he’d unfastened your bra;

“It really will look better without the bra… trust me…”

Without another word he turned and crossed the room, pulling his tie from his bag, fastening it as August emerged from the other room;

“Agent. Bra off, now”

Shimmying the offending garment down your arms you pulled it out of your dress as he crossed the room;

“I don’t see why…”

“Because the people at this gala have got so much money they flaunt what they’ve got. You’ve got to fit in” He held his finger out and you hooked it over the protruding digit.

“We’d better get going… the gala is about to start”

With a nod August grabbed the keys to the BMW you’d been assigned and tossed them to Will; he was taking on the role of Driver and Bodyguard to your’s and August’s ‘couple’, the three of you filed out of the room and into the elevator.

The ride down the highrise hotel was slow, and you could feel both men’s eyes on you as they stood behind you, before the doors finally opened to the basement parking. You struggled to keep up with them as they strode out with their long legs, the heels of your stiletto sandals clicking on the cement. Finally as you reached the car you were surprised as August opened the door for you, not uttering a word as he watched you climb in before he rounded the car and slid into the back seat beside you.

You’d barely had time to fasten your seatbelt before Will was peeling out of the hotel parking with a squeal of tyres and you were heading to your destination.

“Panties, off” August’s words surprised you

“W-WHAT?!”

“Panties. Take them off”

“Agent Walker…”

“They dig into the meat of your hips and take the attention away from the sexiness of the dress. You need to fit in tonight”

“B-b-but…” you attempted to stall, but without another word August pulled your knees towards him and slid his hands beneath your dress. He grasped the thin elastic straps that ran over your hips and pulled hard, snapping the fragile pieces of fabric and pulling the now ruined undergarments. Glancing at Will he had a brief smirk on his face but quickly looked away, concentrating on the road ahead.

The gala was amazing, and it was hard not to get absorbed into the evening as if you were a real guest. You could hear everything through the hidden comms units in your ears, and apart from the occasional grunt as Will silently passed the guards as he made his way further into the underground chambers that ran below the massive glasshouse the gala was in, it seemed to all be going exactly to plan. The host had announced for everyone to celebrate, and you had found yourselves being swept onto the dancefloor, and suddenly you were in August’s arms as he held you close, the music thankfully loud enough to drown out your conversation from the ears of others;

“Do you think he’s getting on ok?”

“He’d say if he wasn’t” August assured you as he moved in time to the music, his hand on your lower back pulling you closer to his body. At that very moment you both heard a guttural cry through the comms, your eyes wide in panic as he grabbed your hand and you quickly made your way through the crowd;

“Shaw, come in… are you ok?”

You heard gurgling on the comms and watched as August pulled out his phone and activated the trackers that you all wore, the two of you coming up together on screen, but the third - Will’s - showing as on the level below and not moving.

The stairs had been hell in your heels, eventually you’d kicked them off and had run barefoot behind August, chasing him around corners and along corridors, before he’d finally come to a halt in front of a sealed door, his phone showing that Will was in the room behind it.

“Stand back”

You took a couple of steps back and watched as August kicked the door, the deafening bang as it broke from its hinges and splintered in was immediately forgotten as a sudden rush of air came out of the room, covering him in a dusting of strange grey-pinkish powder. He fell to the floor coughing and you rushed to his side;

“Check on Shaw! I’m fine!”

Quickly entering the room you looked around, finally seeing Will laying on the floor, he too was covered in the powder. Kneeling at his side you checked his pulse, relieved to find one as he opened his eyes and groaned.

“What happened? Are you ok?”

“Stop fussing, i’m fine… we gotta get out of here. Security will be on their way…”

At that moment August appeared at your side;

“Did you get it?”

“Yeah, i got it”

Will held out the thumb drive and pushed it into your hand as August pulled him to his feet, and they attempted to dust themselves off as the three of you staggered down the hallway and out of the fire exit.

Pushing into the hotel room, both Will and August had already shed the majority of their clothing, now dressed in just their smart dress pants and under shirts, still coughing from the dust cloud that lingered in their airways. You’d run the briefest of tests with the tiny blood monitor that you’d kept in the car to ensure it wasn’t a known nerve agent or poison before you’d even left the extraction point, thankfully the results being negative, but both men needed to wash off whatever it was as soon as possible. But first, you needed a proper sample;

“Agent Shaw, i need to take some blood, hair and saliva, run it through the test software, to see if whatever it was has synthesised into your bloodstream” you nodded to the small scientific station you’d set up at the end of the table, the case having contained tiny gadgets that amounted to a microscope, a mass spectrometer, and other testing equipment… the whole point of why you in particular had been placed on this mission.

A minute later you’d collected the samples, trying hard not to get flustered as Will had stood in front of you bare chested and in just his underwear, heat radiating from his body;

“So what do you think it is?”

“I have no idea”

“Well i’m burning up, i need to take a shower”

Quickly loading the samples into the rapid mass spectrometer you turned to Agent Walker to check his vitals and let out a tiny squeak of surprise when you saw him sitting on the edge of the bed in just his underwear. His chest was flushed and he had a sheen of sweat over his entire body;

“I guess i’m next?”

Pressing your hand to his forehead you could feel he was burning up;

“I’m going to check your temperature first”

Quickly using the thermal reader you could see that his core temp was heading towards fever;

“I’m going to take the samples then as soon as Will is out of the shower you need to get in there”

“Yes Ma’am” he chuckled, closing his eyes as you pushed your fingers through his hair to pluck a sample strand. The powder had caught in the strands and it was only as you combed your fingers through the dark locks did you realise he had soft curls. As you tried to separate them he let out a groan as you stroked his scalp. He swayed a little even though he was sitting down, and before you could do anything his hands were on your hips to steady himself, the heat almost searing through the silk of your dress.

Finally having got all the samples you needed you reluctantly pulled away, not saying a word as he simply flopped back onto the bed with a smirk on his face. You busied yourself preparing the test samples from Agent Walker, the machine finishing with Shaw’s. You were vaguely aware of the shower being turned off and the men moving around the room, before the shower was on again and you presumed it was August in there.

Peering at the saliva samples through the microscope you frowned, the particles present completely organic and very familiar.

“So what is the diagnosis Doc?”

Will’s voice surprised you, and as you jumped and turned your eyes went wide when you saw he was in just a towel, tied low on his waist as he drank from a bottle of water.

“Y-You don’t want to put some clothes on?”

He looked down at himself, almost surprised to find he was only wearing a towel and shrugged;

“No point, the way i’m burning up i’ll be naked soon” he nodded to the screen; “So?”

Turning your attention back to the screen you swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry;

“Well… it seems organic, spores of some kind. Its hard to tell what they are from, but their chemical make-up is unique. The only time i’ve seen anything similar is in isolated microclimates that are cut off from the rest of nature… there was this one… in a volcano… a pollen from a plant that grew in tropical climates…” you trailed off as you sensed another presence now flanking your other side, glancing away from the microscope, taking in the sight of August in an identical outfit to Will, his broad expanse of chest at eye level as he bent down to look into the microscope.

“Hmmn… so, how’s it gonna affect us? The gala was in a fucking giant greenhouse; you saw the plants they were growing there, some of them were 20ft tall and looked like they’d come from another planet. Do we need to pop an antihistamine or something, what’s it gonna do?”

Standing you quickly slid out from between the two barely dressed men, checking the mass spectrometer and frowning;

“It seems to be elevating your testosterone levels…” you peered at the saliva results; “...and pheromones… your bodies are heating up where your body is fighting against the pollen, its affecting all your hormones...”

“Pheromones…” Will mused; “... that’s the sex hormones, right?”

“Urrr…” you faltered, looking up at the two men who were now looking at you like hungry wolves.

August stepped closer;

“Sweetheart, i think you’d better get yourself tested too…” he paused, his finger hooking beneath the thin strap of your dress, making you acutely aware you were completely naked beneath it; “... cos’ i could smell you from across the room… and you smell so sweet right now…”

You went to take a step back, only to bump into the hard expanse of Will’s naked chest, his hand curling around your arm;

“C’mon, lets get you tested…”

You were suddenly putty in their hands, your head swimming and it was only then that you realised you were burning up. It felt like you had a core of lava within you, and the only thing you could liken it to was a hot flash, your body flushed with heat. You recalled the time you’d overheard a much older agent talking to her friends, unaware you had been in the room and she’d spilled the beans on how she would recover from an episode and calm her hormones down... with the help of her husband.

As your head had been swirling, Will had taken your blood sample and had loaded it into the mass spectrometer, having watched as you’d shown him before the mission. But you could barely concentrate;

“I...I know how to counteract the affects of the pollen…” you panted out, unsteady on your feet as you swayed and August caught you in his arms

“Oh yes?”

“En… Endorphins… they counteract… they burn off the pheromones…”

You felt hot breath on the back of your neck as Will pressed against you;

“I’m not a scientist, but i know how to create endorphins…”

His lips made contact with your neck and you turned to jelly, your head resting against his shoulder and your eyelids drooping, barely open, yet you had enough of your senses to be aware of August in front of you, pulling the straps of your dress down your arms, you pliable in his hands as he stripped you of your only remaining garment, pressing his lips to your over heated skin as went as the silk pooled at your feet;

“So beautiful…”

“Absolutely” Will agreed from behind, his lips grazing over your jawline as his arms reached around you and cupped your tender breasts; “We need to work as a team to get through this… what are the hazards of hot flashes then Doc?”

“Y-Y-You can over heat your brain… your heart could give out…”

“Uh-huh… and endorphins will help stop this?” August enquired, his breath hot on your naked chest

“Y-yeah…”

That was the last word spoken for a very long time. From that point on the only sounds in the room were hums of pleasure combined with the carnal soundtrack of three bodies moving towards the inevitable. By the time you got to the bed both men had lost their towels, hard naked bodies pressed against your soft curves, sculpted hard muscle available everywhere you touched, and oh did you touch… and caress and stroke, the second you’d reciprocated their affections they had softened to your touch, sighs of pleasure as your fingertips gave them just the slightest relief.

You found yourself sandwiched between the two men on the soft covers of the king-size bed, each taking turns to capture your lips for searing kisses, each having their own unique talent and style with their tongues. When you were deep in August’s embrace you felt Will move down the bed, his hands pulling your legs apart before he pressed kisses up your inner thighs and his mouth made contact with your soaked folds. The cry of pleasure that erupted from your mouth broke the kiss, yet August didn’t seem to mind as your hand had found its way to being wrapped around his weeping shaft, tugging him sloppily as you struggled to concentrate;

“That’s it Sweetheart, you don’t need to be gentle… i like it rough…”

You tried to answer, but Will’s tongue had found your soaked entrance as his hand curled around your thigh and sought out your clit, the pleasure he was giving you was too intense to allow you to form coherent words. August claimed your lips again for another searing kiss, humming his appreciation as you worked your hand over his heated flesh.

Before you knew it you were coming hard, your orgasm tearing through your body as you ground your core against Will’s face, his eyes sparkling from between your thighs, and as you were floating on the high of the afterglow you could feel the two men moving you, adjusting you to suit their needs.

On all fours on the bed you were faced with August’s dick, opening your mouth instinctively to take him deep, the heavy weight on your tongue a welcome feeling. Saliva spilled from the corners of your mouth as you struggled to stretch around his girth. At the same time you felt Will’s powerful thighs pressing against the back of your own, the velvet touch of his bulbous crown pressing to your still trembling hole before with a grunt he thrust into your soft body.

There were only grunts and gasps of pleasure, the two men rocking your body between them as they defiled you in the basest of ways, but that you were eager to participate in, the mixing of pheromones in the room removing your inhibitions, knowing that it was an act of survival. You could feel your body climbing again, your orgasm imminent. You felt the first salty tang of August’s seed on your tongue, the tensing of his muscles as his body prepared to release into the welcome warmth of your mouth. His massive hand cupped your chin and pulled your head up to look him in the eye as he finally reached his peak, grunting curses as he pumped thick ropes over your tongue, raining praise upon you as you swallowed everything he gave you.

August fell back onto the pillows, but before you could let gravity take hold of you too Will wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you upright until you were pressed against his chest, his hips thrusting as he filled you so deliciously from behind. Through lust soaked gaze you watched August watching the pair of you as you fucked in front of him, his eyes travelling down your heated body until he was watching where your bodies were joined, how Will’s thick cock stretched you out so well.

“Get your finger on her clit Shaw, i wanna watch you make her come undone”

Doing as the senior agent instructed, Will snaked a hand down your stomach, rubbing tight firm circles against your sensitive bud as he continued to fill you, until you were shaking, hanging onto the precipice of pleasure and that final flick of his finger was enough to set off another orgasm.

The vice-like grip of your velvet walls was the final trigger for Will, and with a sin filled groan he pushed in one last time and you could feel him spilling deep inside you.

Finally he pulled out, carefully setting you down onto the soft bedcovers. Your eyelids felt heavy, but the burning deep in your body seemed to be sated. You felt the men moving around the bed, a large hand cupping the back of your neck before lifting you from the bed a little;

“Drink…”

Opening your eyes, you watched as August lifted a water bottle to your lips, making sure you gulped down the chilled water before pulling away;

“How… how are you guys feeling?”

He turned and sat on the bed beside you, his finger trailing down your neck and between your breasts, and only then could you see the sheen as his skin glistened with sweat, a droplet running down his abdomen to where his cock stood hard and proud from a thatch of dark curls;

“Not… not quite done yet…”

Gently pushing you back down onto the bed he tossed the empty bottle aside before crawling atop of you, capturing your mouth with his as you felt the nudge of his hardened dick breach your body, his wide expanse of chest pressing you to the bed. He didn’t start out gentle and it only got rougher, ploughing into your body as he sought to relieve the effects of the pollen coursing through his veins like fire, burning within him until all that was left was red hot embers of passion. Your body writhed beneath him, begging for more, eagerly taking whatever he could give.

He hit spots you didn’t know existed, your back arching with pleasure as he filled you, your hardened nipples almost too sensitive from his chest hair roughly rubbing against them, the stimulation almost too much until the levy broke and you came hard, your fingers digging into his back to leave dark welts, the pain his trigger for the final thrust as he pumped you full of his seed.

Finally he rolled off you, laying at your side as your chests heaved, struggling to catch your breath when you felt another hand grasp at your wrist;

“Babe… please… i need you…”

Looking to Will you saw a pained look on his face as he sat partially propped up against the pillows, his chest soaked and his dick standing hard and proud;

“Please…” he begged.

Somehow you found the energy to move, your body still shaking but yet you straddled his lap, pushing his sweat soaked curls from his face;

“It’s going to be ok Will, i’ll take care of you… its ok…”

You sank down onto his waiting body, taking him where August had been only a minute before, the comingled seed lubricating you as this new angle found yet more pleasure points that had remained undiscovered until then. Wills hands moved to your hips, his grip tight as he gritted his teeth and moved you on his lap, rocking you to ride him like a rodeo stallion. Sweat dripped down your body, rivulets running between your breasts as you threw your head back and basked in the flood of pleasure chemicals soaking your brain. The haze of lust clouding time and space as you came to another orgasm, Will filling you with another load of his thick cum, your cries of pleasure finally ebbing away as you collapsed on his heaving chest, his hands stroking your back whilst your bodies stayed joined.

A pair of strong arms lifted you off of Will and set you down on the mattress, August’s dark smile haunting over you as he parted your legs and kissed down your thigh, before with a smirk he bit the soft flesh. It wasn’t enough to break the skin but the pleasure pain receptors in your mind were immediately set off again, and you knew that even if you couldn’t see the mark you’d feel it for days to come. He lifted your legs and parted them, his face at your centre, yet where his tongue ended up you let out a squeak of surprise as he circled your back entrance.

“Oh, OH… August…”

“Mmmnnfff” was all that could be heard as he pushed his tongue at your asshole, his thumb pressing against your clit as he worked you open, your body deceiving you as a fierce orgasm washed over you almost immediately. When he pulled away he had a smug look on his face;

“Thought as much… hold tight…”

He quickly disappeared to the bathroom, before returning with a small bottle in his hand. Pouring some of the liquid contained within on his fingers, he worked the oil over your skin before pushing his thick finger into your ass, eagerly praising you as he worked your body until you were ready.

“Walker… hurry up and fuck her… i’m burning up here, i need another round…” Will gasped out as August moved you.

“C’mere then Shaw, we’re never gonna get this out of our systems if we have to wait to take turns…”

Even through the haze of the pollen Will immediately got what August was saying, the pair of them pulling you from the bed before Will took you into his arms;

“Jump…”

With a surprising amount of strength Will pulled you up, your legs hooked over his forearms as he angled his hips to push his dick back into your cum soaked cunt, letting gravity help as he sank deep. Just as you thought you were about to overbalance a hard chest pressed against your back, August stooping behind you as he took his iron hard dick in hand and sought out purchase on your ass;

“Gonna take this as slow as i can Sweetheart…”

Slow didn’t seem slow enough, and you cursed Newton and the laws of physics as the same forces that had pulled you down onto Will did the same with August, leaving you gasping for air as you were filled in both holes. The boys held you up, in place and still whilst they resisted ravaging your body, fighting against the pollen until they could no longer hold back and they unleashed their raw power upon your body. Fucking you in tandem with the thinnest of walls separating themselves inside you, they defiled your body as you begged for more; harder, deeper, faster. It was never enough.

The night ebbed away into the mists of time, each sex act more depraved than the last, the three of you driving the deadly force of the pollen from your bodies in an endless battle of lust.

The last thing you recalled was the sun rising as the two men stood before your kneeling body, spraying your face and breasts with a final load before sleep finally claimed your sated body.

Bright light streamed in the window and you winced as your head pounded. A deep voice could be heard but you weren’t listening. A warm body beside you shifted and a large warm hand pressed to your aching abdomen, soothing the overworked muscles. A soft pair of lips pressed a kiss to your shoulder, and the lack of moustache told you it was Will that was spooning you.

“C’mon Agents, rise and shine” August barked from the bathroom doorway, packing his things; “Got a flight to catch in two hours, debriefing in twelve”

Closing the file you nodded at your superiors, their approval of a good job done ringing praises in your ears as the debriefing ended, people pushing their chairs out and making small talk as they were dismissed for the weekend and a well deserved rest.

Walking to the elevator you didn’t make eye contact, trying hard not to wince as your thighs rubbed together and you felt the bite that August had given you, wanting to avoid any probing questions. You’d skimmed over a lot in your report, mainly the sex-pollen induced orgy that had taken place, but as the thumb drive with the vital data on had been recovered no-one was concentrating on the part between the retrieval and the debriefing.

The elevator dinged as the doors opened, and absentmindedly you stepped in, looking out of the glass windows as you were only partially aware of just a few other passengers. It was only when you realised you were flanked on both sides did you look up and see that August and Will were either side of you.

With a smirk August handed you a file;

“This wasn’t needed for the debriefing”

You flicked it open and saw that it was the mobile test data from the hotel room;

“Yes, probably for the best” you agreed, your throat dry.

As you held the pages Will pointed to a trio of lines towards the bottom. For a moment you stared at the numbers before you recognised what they meant;

“That’s our results…”

You felt August’s breath hot on your ear as he whispered;

“Look at yours…”

You saw the readings of Will and August’s blood count, of the pheromone saturation… then you saw yours;

“But… but that can’t be right…”

“You know that equipment better than anyone else… when has it ever been wrong?”

The elevator reached the Lobby and everyone filed out, August and Will stopping and nodding to the bar across the street;

“We’ll be catching a drink or two… you’re welcome to join us once you’ve taken in the test data…”

You nodded, speechless, staring at the data in black and white. It couldn’t be wrong; it was never wrong. It was clear as day.

You hadn’t been infected by the pollen.

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illfoandillfie · 3 years

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Kinktober Day 4: Bimbofication + Cockwarming

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,164

Warnings: Bimbofication/intelligence play, hypnosis/trance state, cockwarming

A/N: This fic is very much set in my Future Management universe though I think you could get away with not having read the others. I’ve missed writing these two tbh and then I saw that one of the prompts for day 4 was bimbofication and decided it was a good enough excuse to get back to them. But I also really loved the second prompt for day 4, cockwarming, so decided to mix the two together!

After the long week you’d both been dealing with, you and Roger were glad to have a weekend to yourselves to relax. You’d spent too many nights out at various political functions, lobbying politicians and trying to convince the wealthy elite to donate to your cause. It was frustrating though and despite the numerous late nights and all your best efforts, it didn’t feel like you’d got particularly far. Roger had returned to the studio that week to begin recording Queen’s next album, so he was having a better time than you had been, though by all accounts everyone had been a little on edge as the week drew to a close. He’d come home complaining about how snippy everyone had been and how little progress they’d made that day. It was nice just to curl up on the couch together and zone out in front of the telly, not least because recently you’d barely found time to just be together without interruptions. It wasn’t a problem exactly, and you’d known you’d have patches like that when you first started seeing each other, but the lack of intimacy and physical affection created by your busy schedules did take its toll. So, on Friday night, Roger took great joy in turning off the alarm clock, deciding you could both use a lie in. You were too exhausted to even suggest anything more than talking before you went to sleep, but Roger made sure he was spooning you as you settled down, holding you tight. 

Roger was still asleep as you woke, carefully detangling yourself so you could tiptoe to the bathroom, but he offered you a sleepy grin when you came back.  “Sorry, did I wake you?” “Maybe a little. Thought we were going to lie in.” He pouted at you as if you’d betrayed him.  “I had to pee!” you laughed, “But I’m all for lying in now.”  Roger chuckled along with you as he beckoned you over, encouraging you to lay your head on his chest as you snuggled back up. His hand found yours, softly tracing the length of your fingers as he sighed happily.  “I missed this,” he half whispered, pulling your hand up so he could kiss your knuckles.  You hummed in agreement. For someone who’d not been in the habit of sharing your bed or encouraging physical contact, you’d certainly gotten used to Roger’s touch. He’d thoroughly converted you as the relationship became more serious, made you see how nice it was to be held, how comforting his hand in yours could be. And you had missed it over the last week when there’d not seemed to be enough time for those soft, quiet moments with him. You’d sat next to uninterested politicians who nodded politely at what you said but never offered anything useful, and thought about how nice it’d be to feel Roger kiss your temple or squeeze your thigh. And then your mind had taken it further, reminding you how warm you got when his weight was over you, how it felt to fill your lungs with his breath and to taste him on your lips. You shifted at the idea and realised you weren’t the only one who wanted more than just to relax. Scooting away from Roger so you could better face him, you began to suggest you could maybe slip down under the covers and help him get properly excited, but before you got more than a few syllables out he was talking about a different idea. “So, I’ve been thinking about something I thought might be fun to try with my bimbo doll.” “Oh?” You weren’t entirely sure how you felt about that. On one hand you loved when Roger turned you brainless and cock-crazed, how fun it was and how freeing. But this was the first time you’d really been able to be together in a little while. What did it say about the state of your relationship or his opinion of you, if he’d prefer your bimbo alter ego over the real you, “You want her?” “Not necessarily right now,” he said, rubbing his knuckles softly against your cheek, “Not if you don’t want to. I’m happy staying like this with you all day.” “Don’t pretend you don’t want to fuck. I want to fuck.” Roger laughed, “Oh I definitely want to fuck. I’m just saying I’d be perfectly happy fucking beautiful, brainy, you, instead of the slutty idiot.” You couldn’t help but smile at that. “But it’s something I’ve thought about quite a lot. And I think it’d be kind of perfect for such a lazy morning.” “Okay.” you said, thinking about it more, “I’m not entirely opposed to the whole bimbo thing. It might actually be nice to be a bit brainless, maybe even make it a bit easier to relax. Y’know, sort of keep me focused on enjoying the moment and really feeling everything. So why don’t you just tell me what the idea is and then I’ll know how up for it I am right now.” “Hmmm. I thought maybe it could be a surprise. But don’t worry, it’s something we’ve done before. I’m just curious how she’d react to being made to do it.” “Being made to?” you asked, raising your eyebrows in disbelief, “Is this something I like?” “Oh yeah, definitely. Believe me, we’ve done this a few times before. Usually, it’s less part of sex and more to do with the aftercare or the foreplay.” You tried to think of what he meant but nothing came to mind that fit the description. It was intriguing though. And you trusted Roger, you knew he wouldn’t take advantage or force you to do something you wouldn't normally do. If he said you enjoyed it then you must enjoy it usually. Roger waited to see how you’d react. “Nothing to lose?” “Nothing to lose.” He said with a smile, “I promise it’ll be fun, love.” “Okay, let’s do it. I’m insanely curious. But also, sometime later today or tonight, we’re going to have regular, non-bimbo, sex.” “Anything you want. You ready?”

You nodded and instantly felt Roger draw you back down so you were within easier reach. His fingers trailed lightly over your arms as he began to talk you down. You relaxed into the moment, letting his voice wash over you as his touch created goosebumps over your skin. As you closed your eyes your breathing began to soften and you felt the familiar drowsiness settle into your mind. Roger did his usual improvisation, making sure you knew how dumb you were, how easily confused and hopelessly idiodic you were. He made you understand that you couldn’t understand half of what he said, that you were just a giggly dummy who needed his help. And then, when he was sure you had gone brainless, he told you how horny you were. How all you could think about was his cock in every one of your holes, how desperately you ached for him, how being filled by him was your one goal in life. The only thing you needed or wanted. And how the longer you waited the hornier you got. He told you about being desperate and wet and you felt yourself grow desperate and wet as he said it though you couldn’t remember the word desperate. You tried you but just came up blank. The only world you could think of was cock. It flashed in your mind like a neon sign and just the thought of that word alone made your mouth water and you cunt ache. You shifted, trying to rub your legs together, able to feel the slick forming between them as your stomach tightened with need. And then he told you one word, a simple word. No. He explained that every time he told you no, it was guaranteed to compound the horny desperation you felt. “What’s co-com- ummm, com-pound?” You asked, confusedly. “It means the feeling will get stronger. When I say no, you’ll get even hornier. Understand?” “Yes,” you sighed, content now that he’d explained the hard word.

By the time you blinked your eyes open, all you knew was that you wanted his cock. It was your very first thought and the first thing you said. Roger looked at you, smiling, and greeted you. A pleasant, “Hi,” that made you feel warm and happy. You’d smiled back, “Can I please have your cock Sir?” That made Roger laugh, “No baby. That’s now what I want to do right now.” Hearing him say that just made you want it more though. “Please Sir? I could suck it for you. I really really really want to suck your cock.” “No, I don’t think I want that either.” You whined softly, “I promise I’m reallllllly good at it and I love sucking cock so much.” “No. What else could you do instead?” “Ummm,” it was hard to think, hard to remember anything beyond how horny you were, “Maybe I could ride you?” “Hmmm, no.” You groaned and clenched your hands into fists for a second as a bolt of energy ran through you, “Can I wank you?” “No, baby, not that either.” “Please Sir?” “No.” The bolt of energy ran through you again and you stomped your foot against the mattress to relieve some of the pressure. “Keep suggesting things,” Roger grinned, “Maybe one of them might interest me.” You scrunched your face up in concentration, trying to think of something Roger might like, “What about if you fucked me? I’d be so good and I’d stay so still and you could use my pussy and cum in me and-” “No. No I don’t want that either.” “But Siiiiiiir,” you whined, “You always tell me to take your cock!” “Do I?” “Yes!” you giggled, wondering how he could have forgotten, “You always say how good it feels in me.” “I s’pose that’s true.” “So can I have your cock now?” “No.” You whined and pouted but Roger didn’t budge. “I’ll tell you what. Let’s start with taking your clothes off.” “Okay Sir.” you nodded, giggling again at the idea, hoping it would lead to having one of your holes filled. “Well go on then. Shirt off first, good girl.” You rolled yourself off the bed and quickly began tearing off the pyjamas you were wearing, feeling hot as Roger’s gaze dragged over the newly exposed skin. “Now undress me.” You couldn't help but laugh as you crawled across the bed to reach him. He’d slept without a shirt so all you had to worry about were his flannel PJ pants and underwear pulling them down his legs one at a time. As his underwear came down your eyes fell to his cock, revealed inch by inch. You felt saliva pool in your mouth and had to resist the urge to lean forward and taste him. “Can I touch you Sir?” you asked quietly, almost holding your breath as you waited for his answer. “No.” “Please?” you asked again, frustrated. Roger didn’t understand how bad you wanted it, how much you needed him. “I’ll do anything Sir, whatever you want.” “No.” With an impatient groan you threw yourself onto your stomach, beating your fists and feet against the mattress. It was the only way to relieve the energy and pressure building inside you. But Roger just laughed, “Awww, is Dummy gonna have a tantrum? That’s not going to change my mind. My answer is still no.” You whined and kicked your legs again, your pussy throbbing with how empty it was. “You’re such a desperate slut, aren’t you Dummy.” Roger laughed again, “So maybe....” You looked up excited and hopeful. “I might decide to fuck you. Pin you down, fill you hard and deep and cum in you as many times as I can manage. Just to shut your whining up.” You scrambled back to your knees and nodded happily, reaching to wrap your hand around Roger’s cock. He slapped you away, “I said might, Dummy. That’s still a no. You’ll have to show me you deserve it. You’ll have to be a good bimbo doll and do everything I say. Can you do that?” You whined but agreed you could. He didn’t need to make you promise to follow his orders. You’d have done that anyway. You’d have done anything he asked, anything to make him feel happy and pleased.

“Sit up, hands behind your back. Show me your cunt.” You scrambled to do as he asked, smiling proudly when he hummed at the sight of your spread legs and wrapped his fist around the base of his cock. “You’re so wet Dummy. How’d that happen?” You giggled again, “I told you I want you Sir.” “Guess I didn’t realise how much,” Your gaze fell to his hand and your breath caught as you watched him slowly stroke his length, stiffening more the longer your eyes were fixed on him. It just made everything worse. You couldn’t seem to drag your eyes away, nearly panting with desire. Wanting to touch yourself almost as much as you wanted to touch him. “Oh you are desperate. I can see your cunt clenching around thin air and you’ve got drool on your chin. You don’t even care which hole I use.” You shook your head. Whatever he wanted would make you happy because it’d make him happy. “I could keep telling you no.” A whimper slipped from your lips and you felt your pussy pulse with need. “But maybe I’ll be generous. Lie down here, next to me. Good girl, now turn onto your side. No, other side, facing away from me. That’s right.” “What are you doing Sir?” you asked over the creaking of the bed frame as Roger shifted around behind you. He didn’t answer though, just pressed himself against your back. You could feel his hard length being directed to your slit and you changed the position of your legs to make it easier for him. “Good girl,” he said softly, his breath warm against your bare skin. You moaned at the feeling of him moving between your legs, waiting for the sweet stretch of him filling you. Only it didn’t come. You could feel him between your lips, sliding easily through your soaked folds, every ridge and vein making you shudder. You tried to press back, to direct him into you, but his hand landed on your hip, forcing you to still. “No.” The word pulled another whine from you, louder than any before, exacerbated by how close he was to what you really wanted. But that just made Roger chuckle as he kept teasing you. It was pure torment, though worse was still to come.

It took you completely by surprise when Roger stopped his teasing rubbing, readjusting his angle so he could sink into you slowly. The unexpectedness of it stole your breath but you managed to gasp out a small moan of thanks, finally getting what you’d been so desperate for. The position you lay in kept your bodies close as he sheathed himself fully, rocking his hips gently so as to withdraw a little and thrust back into you. You could have cried with joy at knowing you’d pleased your Sir, that you’d been so good and patient, and he’d finally decided to take what you’d offered him. And then he stopped. You tried to take over his rhythm, tried to fuck yourself on his cock the way you knew he liked. Last time you’d done that he’d praised you for being brainless and needy, called you a good bimbo whore and you’d kept going until he’d cum, laughing about how good it felt. But this time he stopped you. He pressed his hips flush against you and wrapped his arm tightly over the top of you. “No, Dummy. No moving now.” “But Sir,” “No. Be good and lie still or I will make you,” He tapped the middle of your forehead with a finger, “Remember I have all the power.” You didn’t know what he meant by that or why he’d tapped you but you knew how to be good. You knew how to please. And so you relaxed again and lay quiet and still, the way he wanted you. “It’s still a little early for me to use you. I think I want to sleep a bit longer, so why don’t you stay here and warm my cock for me. It’ll keep me comfortable so I can sleep longer. And then when I’m better rested I’ll think about fucking you.” You whined again, wanting to thrash your arms and legs again but unable to, wanting to be pinned down by your Sir and used, wanting to feel him move within you or to taste his cum or anything. But if that was what he wanted that was what you’d do, so you nodded and agreed softly. Roger hummed happily which was all you needed to hear to feel happy too. He let out a tired exhale and seemed to still. You listened as his breath evened out into a shallow rhythm, and struggled to keep relaxed in his embrace. As far as you could tell he was asleep, though his hand seemed to come to life. His fingertips trailed over your skin, coming to rest on your chest. You tried to remain quiet but struggled not to moan as his hand cupped your breast and squeezed it. In response he moved slightly, though still slept on, his cock changing angle within you by a hair's breadth. In your state of heightened arousal it was enough to have you clenching again, trying not to wake Roger in case he got mad.

There was a soft laugh from behind you and Roger mumbled, “C’mon Dummy, you should sleep too.” And then he kept talking, telling you how you’d still be horny when you woke but you’d have control of your brain again, you’d be back to his beautiful, intelligent partner. It sounded like nonsense (what did intelligent even mean?) but something about the way he spoke made your eyes droop and close. There was a small tap on your forehead and you awoke, disorientated by being brought back to the real world so soon. “How do you feel, love?” Roger asked and you twisted in his arms to try and see him better. You were pleased when you heard him groan at the change in your position. “You’re a fucking tease Roger Taylor.” you half laughed, trying to sound less amused than you were. He laughed too, clearly pleased with his little game, as he released you and withdrew his cock from your heat, “I told you you’d like it.” You pushed yourself up to be more comfortable, “I don’t know that like is the word I’d use. All I feel is horny. Insanely so.” “Do you want that fuck now?” He was still laughing when you tackled him.

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legionofpotatoes · 3 years

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I love your art, it is very detailed in a neat way. Was wondering how you got started making it as a source of income? How did you get your first paid work, I'd love some advice on how to get started, if that's ok

Thank you. Of course it's okay, although I doubt I have enough work experience in art to really delve into this. I only went full freelance this year, and had been juggling art as a side hobby until then. If you're still interested in my somewhat narrow perspective, and are okay with my long-winded rambles, I'll give it a shot:

So to answer your question fully, I'll describe how I started and move into personal advice and learnings later on. As a disclaimer, I am a white cishet dude in my late twenties with a moderate cocktail of mental illnesses, but overall I can pass for a functioning adult so a lot I have to say may come laced with privilege I cannot fully identify.

So uhh I began drawing in around 2012? I think? Maybe halfway through 2011? And I mostly made fanart for things I enjoyed and tried to branch out in communities that felt nourishing to my style and interests (I caught a bug for alt posters and enjoyed mainstream movies so I spent a long time on posterspy early on). There were a handful of opportunities that came from there but I could only accept a couple because of primary workplace commitments. Still, it showed that networking in a focused community was definitely a good place to start; I myself have huge trouble committing to social networks and really staying socially active, but I knew it was an essential ingredient in succeeding so I tried to make myself be involved in challenges and art support trains etc. as much as I could.

In parallel to all that I also ran a few third party online stores (redbubble, teepublic) for disposable income and would sometimes, if rarely, hit around $100-150 a month from those sources combined. It is a sort of thing that requires helper accounts on other social media sites to promote it on, because the stores themselves have a huge volume of content that translates into low organic discoverability. Obviously it was never gonna be the way towards financial independence through art, and with community projects being few and far between, I opened private commissions in around uhhh 2017 I think, focusing on offering a few styles I knew I could do well, and sometimes operating in individual fandoms (it was mostly a bioware thing to be frank). But I had to close them back down after a year or so, again because of work-life conflict and how badly it was burning me out. The reason I kept trying to monetize this hobby is because I honestly hated what I did for my main job and wanted to see a way out in some shape or form in the future.

And then in 2020 I had to quit my main job altogether because of *gestures at pandemic* and deal with a mental breakdown from all the wonderful things it did to us and me specifically. I took a short break and decided to give art a shot full-time, and that was around May this year. I was planning on opening up commissions again (and I still am), but a few sudden opportunities that fell in my lap moved that timetable down and now I'm grateful to even be doing something I am getting adequately paid for.

So, with that somewhat limited perspective, here's what I've learned that I'd tell myself if I was just starting out:

1. Being a fan of something can be a shortcut towards effective networking kickoffs. Which are important evidently. If you love something and enjoy making content for it, join communities, settle into a combination of social media websites that feel right for those interests + your body of work + your inner rhythm, and try to play to content discovery as much as your mental health allows you to. Like I said, I know that I myself am incredibly bad at self-motivating to talk to people, so I found that synergizing common interests into fanart - which I enjoyed making anyway - could be a way to give myself a gentle nudge forward and build those bridges leading to community activities, which then net experience and coverage. Sometimes even freelance projects from official avenues. Again; picking the right spaces for what you're after is key. Companies roam twitter, concept art recruiters scour artstation or linkedin etc, instagram can land you private commissions and collab opportunities, so on and so forth. Find your niche and try to kick up dust. However...

2. I do not believe that any social profile can replace a good portfolio. The thing that made an immediate difference to me this year was building a coherent, simple website with my best work front and center and a contact form on top. Every single opportunity I got came from that form (maybe via twitter or instagram initially, but always sealing the decision after going through the website), so I firmly believe that showcasing your skills and portfolio in a visually arresting and user-friendly way is a big priority. I had some reservations about tackling that task but fortunately I had help from a savvy life partner and we slapped it together via wordpress in less than a day. Twitter/whatever social media is prevalent in your target groups is definitely important to get the right eyes on your shit, yes, but those eyes will then look for a second stop where your work and rates are more clear and concise. Simplicity is key imo, I cannot overstate this. So make a cute, simple portfolio!

3. Your skills and rates will grow and change as you do. Let them. Over the years I built several lasting professional relationships from my obsession over mass effect and kept getting opportunities both from bioware and their partner companies, some small and some a bit bigger. A one-off job earlier this year opened an unexpected door to another much larger commitment, and then the work I did there brought some attention from small businesses looking for commercial commissions. These were all incredibly different projects in terms of scope and budget, and I've been tackling them all on a case-by-case basis and slowly coming into my own irt my needs, rates, and SOW thresholds. It is still a work in progress (and a LOT of literal work as well), and very much a thing I struggle with in publicly marketing, which is why I felt a tad underqualified to answer your question in the first place (obviously I did not let that stop me). But what it means for me now is that I am rapidly developing into whatever my "version" of a functioning freelance artist is, and when the conditions for that guy are met, I need to be able to confidently plant myself and operate from that space despite past precedents. Do not let anyone bully you into downpricing what you yourself perceive as legitimate products of personal growth and development. Speaking of which...

4. The shitty challenge of turning envy into inspiration, and paddling outside your comfort zones in full riot gear. it is hard, but realizing that being a miserable, self-hating artist in my early days got me nothing but more misery back was the first real step I took and what truly blew the hinges off. I was just not pleasant to be around, I would badmouth my work all the time, and it all somehow made sense in my broken mind because the validation I sought was purely external and the way I sought it was through eliciting sympathy via self-victimization (even when I made something objectively nice). It all led fucking nowhere. Except perhaps to my own narcissism that I one day managed to identify and start managing. So I started looking at things that made me seethe with envy and calmly deconstruct and figure out their inner workings instead, do studies, and find nuggets of inspiration or discover new ways to approach rendering or building up specific elements. It was an application of analytical diligence to what I wanted to be a purely emotional, esoteric workflow, but that I deep down knew wasn't. Art is a discipline and a skill, and maybe it isn't a straight line, but you gotta find some line to thread nevertheless. Being self-hating was almost an identity I had to break out of, and despite it still being like, 4-5% there? I realize its cause and effect on me, my work, and those around me, so it is with a conscious choice that I gently set it aside when I work and especially when I learn. It won't always stay quiet, but the effort is the difference. Your doors towards accepting true growth and venturing into uncharted territories, art styles, and networking will really open from there. But there's a huge caveat...

5. Toolsets, accessibility, privilege, and all the good things that enable artistic expression and profitability are not given equal to all. you might do all the mental work I mentioned to be ready to rock and roll and learn and draw your way out of anything, but digital art is a fucking money pit that asks almost too much at times. I don't got a good case study here but identifying and ensuring accessibility to the tools you need to do your best work is, like, super important. The ergonomics can improve as you make money and settle into the job, but the basics have to be made available to you. And some of that might not even be under your direct control. That can be anything from pen tablets to software subscriptions to opportunities in hiring sullied by sexism or what have you. You gotta navigate all that through careful networking and money/time management. I don't do a good job of devoting specific slices of time to work/study, and my primary clutch is iPad software which went from a good deal to a nightmare scenario over the years. So all I can say here is do what I didn't; network, invest in a PC/tablet, and pick a software you'll learn that won't burn a hole in your pocket.

6. Be nice to work with? This one is hard to articulate and has landed my own ass in hot water in my early years because of how socially inept I am, but nothing is more worthwhile than being.. like. a good person to work with. That can be anything like meeting deadlines, or sometimes missing them but eloquently articulating why, being generous in early stages, being communicable and not too wordy in your emails, having a good grasp on abstract artistic concepts and how to describe them in simple terms, having a clear, laid out framework of your working rates in commercial and non-commercial projects and sticking to those guns with grace, understanding when you need to say no and saying it well, the works. Just being nice. Sometimes that might mean going headstrong with something you believe in, or simmering down and sucking up to the big man, all relative and adaptive. Part and parcel of the service provision dance that we all have to do in order to make bank. Know your lines here, obviously, and don't like. work for nazis. or uh.. *shudders* exposure. but be nice and empathetic and communicable and word will travel eventually. Skill may be in abundance these days, but good people are most certainly not, and capitalism has a way of bubbling up scarcity. Grim, but uh, them's the breaks.

I know I'm ultimately telling you to like. Have a body of work, make a portfolio, grow, and network. But that's really how I see it for now. And being nice can be a cherry on top that sets you apart, along with the inherent irreplaceable voice of your artwork. I think I rambled on enough, but if there is something specific you need my help with, even if you want to come off anon and talk in private, please feel free.

#anon #asks #long post #sorry I cant actually condense ideas better :(

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fortheloveoffanfic · 3 years

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Find Me In The Lost Love

Keanu Reeves x reader (A/n- the shortest one of these that I've written, on my definite favorite song from the album)

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Warnings- Angst.

They were the ‘it’ couple, the one everybody thought of when they wondered what a perfect love was like. They had something special, they still do, though, sitting in the dark, on the living room sofa of her old apartment, Y/n thought she didn’t remember what it was. She wished she did because above everything else, she missed him. The man that changed her life in a frighteningly beautiful way. Keanu had been exactly the opposite everything she’d wanted in a man. Before him, Y/n had gone through too much of the same; the nine to five guys, the ones with gym memberships that they never used, a 401k and too huge of an ego for their own good. But Keanu, from the minute she’d meant him, Y/n knew that he was trouble, what she hadn’t realized was that he was the best kind of trouble she’d ever run into. In just a month, he’d lead her out of her comfort zone; he’d convinced to take a week off spontaneously, just so they could fly out to Mexico when he’d just gotten back from filming. He had wanted to spend his first week back with her.

After that, everything had fallen to place effortlessly. It was like they knew without consciously knowing; when they were together nothing could be more right. Keanu and Y/n; they complimented each other, in almost every way. He made her laugh more than she ever had, she gave him the peace that would ease his restlessness. When she was with him, a construed future wasn’t so daunting because she knew that he would be in it, and when they were together Keanu could finally rest easy knowing that life hadn’t flown by without him finding what he was looking for; the person that made everything make sense. It was love, in its rawest way. Unconditional, ablaze like a fire keeping you warm in winter and so deep that you could feel it in the pit of your stomach.

And one day, it was gone.

How did they get there? To the point where a comfortable silence turned flustered and ‘me time’ morphed into an unbridgeable space that had felt as wide an awning ocean. They didn’t know what more they could say to each other to take their relationship further and when Keanu proposed as a throw away attempt to save things, Y/n had almost said yes. Almost. Until she’d deduced that he wanted to marry her for the same reason she’d clung to their dying relationship, because they were scared that ‘next’ meant ‘alone’. So they held on, tighter and tighter until what they shared was shattered, the scattered shards cutting so deep that it was enough to rip them apart.

From a part to apart.

Y/n had been sitting there for a while, surrounded by the memories she’d left there before moving. It was dark, but she knew they were there, mocking her, reminding her of a time where things made sense and she didn’t lose time asking, “Where’d it go wrong?” Over and over, the simple question had bounced back and forth in her mind, rare intervals spent replaying the night that she’d left and Keanu let her, much different from the man that couldn’t stand to be away for a week.

The heavy ticking of the wall clock had been the only thing counting the lost seconds and when the knocking first started, it sounded far off. She stood on instinct, dragged her tired frame to the front door and looked through the peephole because it was a reflex. Though, when Y/n saw him, a sleeping part of her jolted awake and for the first time in months, Keanu made her feel something. It wasn’t good or bad, but it was more than the apathy towards their relationship that she’d been cursed with since their before their demise.

That something though, it wasn’t enough to make Y/n open the door, and instead of knocking again, Keanu spoke, “I know you’re in there.” His words were meek and afraid, “But I understand if you don’t want to talk to me.”

On Y/n’s end, she offered nothing, though in her mind, the dark turned to grey, just a little brighter as she placed her palm on the cool wood. The words, the right ones, the wrong ones and the ones that would never matter swirled around her head where they’d stay. “That’s okay,” Keanu choked out, “But I just…..I guess I just wanted to be with you.” As he spoke, she pressed the side of her face to the door, a fleeting memory taking her back to a time where she could press her face to his chest and let the sound of his steady heartbeat lull her to sleep. “I’ve been thinking about you these days, the way we ended……the way we began.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came and so, Keanu continued, “Do you remember that? You hate that place,” it was a club, much too loud for Y/n’s liking, but she’d gone cause it was her friend’s birthday and he was there celebrating the weekend with some co stars. Keanu was right, she did hate that place, but going there had been one of the best decisions she’d ever made, that was where they'd met after all. It could have been something of the movies, they’d spotted each other from opposite ends of the bar, subconsciously drawing closer. “But you always said the best part of that night was…..”

Meeting him.

"Meeting me."

A soft, hitched breath parted her bare lips just as a lone tear crept down her cheek, and Y/n wasn’t sure if Keanu heard it, but he did continue, “I never told you, but I hope you know that meeting you was the best part of my night too,” he sighed heavily and she could just picture him running his fingers through his unruly mane, “I wish could do it over, I wish I could fix us,” he whispered and Y/n heard him step forward and she could have sworn that she could feel his warmth seeping through the wood as he too leaned against the door. “There so much I want to say to you, but I don’t know if it matters. Does it matter? I’m gonna tell you,” he breathed softly, “You have to know that I’m sorry. I’m sorry about the way we ended things, I’m sorry I checked out of our relationship and I’m sorry that I let you check out. I want you to know that if I had the chance, I’d do it all over again, and I’d propose again, not because I’m scared to lose you, but because you’re the only woman that I’d ever want to spend the rest of my life with,” He strained to stifle a sob before continuing and her hands closed in on themselves. Y/n knew she was a coward for not speaking. She was a coward for not being able to open the door and face him. But most of all, she was a coward for being too afraid of trying to fix their relationship, Y/n just couldn’t stand the thought of it ending the same.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he gently tapped the surface, “I love you Y/n.” Keanu lingered for a moment, probably waiting to see if she’d offer anything in return, his steps eventually growing distant when he realized she wouldn’t.

Then it hit her; she couldn’t let him leave like that, even if she was scared of losing him all over again. Even if the good times had been reduced to dear memories. Even if she didn’t know how to begin to be with him again. Because even though there was loss, confusion, pain and fright, there was still love. Un-dwindling, unconditional, all consuming love.

Hastily undoing the locks, Y/n pulled the door open, desperately hoping she’d get him before he’d gotten to the elevator. And by sheer luck, she did, the soft sound of her door creaking open making Keanu turn around, the softest smile brightening his familiar beauty just as she offered, “I love you too.”

*****

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moons-and-stars-and-shit · 3 years

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hi again 🥺🥺 this is for the match ups you are doing :))

appearance :: i am 5'4 and have brown hair and eyes, though my eyes are a little green with sunlight too. i can say i have a curvy body(? and i was told i have a cute and bright smile.

personality :: when i first meet someone i tend to be very shy, sometimes i even barely speak. but once i get to know someone i open myself up a little more (still, i find it very hard to open up to things that are personal or make me sad). i could say im calm, positive and patient but i tend to be jealous a lot and sensitive over not so important things. i do have a tendency to put others before me way too much which causes me to forget about myself.

hobbies :: i love to read ! i usually use my savings for buying new books or mangas :)) i also like painting and drawing but i dont know if i should count those as hobbies now bc they are very related to what im majoring in. I love playing the guitar and listening to some calming music while laying in bed.

aesthetic :: my favorite aesthetics are cottagecore and goblincore. however in my daily life i use a combination of both + a little bit of light academia <3

likes :: greek mythology, conspiracy theories, kdramas, romance and adventure books, fantasy, mushrooms 🥺, cats, guitars, picnics, inceses, meditations, study dates, libraries, watercolors and relaxing//acoustic music.

mbti + zodiac sign :: with my mbti is kinda difficult to say because i took different tests and i had two different types as results:: INFJ and INFP. i relate to both in a lot of ways but i still find myself relating to more people or characters that are INFP. my zodiac sign is virgo, my rising taurus and my moon leo.

type :: i dont know if i have a type? i would love to date someone who understands me and makes me feel loved. who's love language are words of affirmation or/and physical touch. someone who, if he does not share interests with me or preferences in dates, can adapt and be willing to learn about the things that i like. someone who will cheer me up. maybe a little dorky? i dont mind if they are not extroverted as long as we help each other to get out of our comfort zone :)) in appearance maybe just not too beefy ah 😅 lol but other than that, someone who will respect me and will make me smile

i think that is it? sorry for making it so long and thank you sooo much for taking your time to do this 🥺🥺 have a great day 💛💛💛

@budibbly

Romantic Matchup

Tendou Satori

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐚'𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐭

Ok picture this...

Shonen Jump just came out with a new LIMITED EDITION magazine

These things are just disappearing off shelves

BUT

There is one. Singular. Copy in the store you are currently at

Obviously you see it

And OBVIOUSLY your gonna go get it!

However when you reach to grab it your hand touched the hand of the one and only

Tendou Satori

Both of you had a deadly tight grip on this magazine rn

Neither of you are backing down

You look him dead in the eyes

“I’m sorry sir but I do believe I touched this first”

He looked right back at you

“I’m sorry ma’am but I’m pretty sure I was the one who touched it first”

You both went back and forth bickering about who should get to have the magazine

And that’s when Tendou came out with the GENIUS idea of...

Rock. Paper. Scissors.

Simple, whoever wins gets the magazine

Thus the match began

Long story short Tendou lost 2-1

Seeing his sad face you decided to be nice and offered to read it together at the nearby park

Of course he was gonna agree this is SHONEN JUMP WERE TALKING ABOUT

So you both headed to the park to read

Honestly you busted out the entire magazine within an hour

And after you finished it you two talked about it for about another hour

And shit since you we’re both at the park, why not have a little fun

You guys spent the rest of the day messing around on the playground

You know... harassing kids and shit

And when it was time to go home you both agreed to meet back up next week to discuss more manga

This became sort of a routine for you two

Every Friday you guys would meet up somewhere and talk about or read some manga

And then afterwards you two would go find something fun to do

And over time he started having feelings for you

But poor boy was to scared to tell you

But lucky for him, you also grew to have feelings for him

So YOU where actually the one to confess :D

And he obviously said yes :)

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Omg cheesy moment real quick

He loves your smile

Absolutely fricken adores it

Like he will do ANYTHING to see you smile

He loves how positive you can be!

Sometimes Tendou can get a little down on himself

But you can always pick him back up and get him smiling again!!

And he gladly does the same for you :)

Honesty

He likes the fact that you get a little jealous 👀

To him it just shows that you care a lot about him

Annnnd last one

He loves the fact that you enjoy manga as well :D

Because you both have something to do together that you both enjoy!

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

Ok so he obviously likes reading manga with you

HOWEVER

One of his favorite things to do with you is

🥁 🥁 🥁

Exploring mythology with you!!

Honestly tendous kinda into that witchy type of aesthetic

So mythology, crystals, spirits, he’s ALL for it

One time he even invited you ghost hunting ❤️

Fun times

But I’m pretty sure y’all have a ghost tied to you 😀

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐜

Tendou loves taking you to haunted places!

He genuinely thinks he can talk to ghosts...

He always links your conspiracy theories to paranormal activity

He loves to meditate with you

Especially before a game 😁

He says it “grounds” him

Ever since y’all met you take turns buying weekly shonen jump magazines and snacks

Ok Tendou likes painting

But he ALWAYS makes a mess

Why?

Because he specifically likes FINGER painting 🥲

𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲

When Taurus and Virgo come together in a love affair, it’s a union of innate practicality.

Both of these Signs employ practicality in their daily lives as the most efficient means to most problems.

They can be quite sincere and devoted to one another; as people, both have a great deal of integrity.

Virgo likes Taurus’s strength and dedication while Taurus appreciates Virgo’s quick mind.

Due to Virgo’s naturally cautious nature, this relationship can take awhile to develop, but once it’s established that both partners are in it for the long haul, it’s like a runaway locomotive, running on its own power and difficult to stop.

These two Signs have much in common: They highly value common sense and practicality; they’re both materialistic but work hard for the creature comforts they so enjoy.

Taurus is more sensual and indulgent than Virgo is; Virgo tends to be the inhibitive force in the relationship, tending not to get involved in the chaos of life in favor of analyzing all available options.

Virgo’s analysis leads to criticism, which Taurus can tend to take too seriously. Conversely, Taurus’s stubborn nature can get on Virgo’s nerves, causing Virgo to criticize even more!

This pair must take care not to take one another too seriously.

The good thing is, they’re similar enough that they can learn to be patient with one another, especially Virgo, who loves to indulge Taurus’s penchant for fine treatment and good food.

Their dedication to working toward the same goals.

Both partners enjoy luxury and nice things, and Virgo likes helping Taurus achieve their goals.

Their common interests and desires make theirs a highly compatible relationship.

𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝓜𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓼 ✨ 🔮 ✨

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fandom #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu matchups #Tendou #tendou satori #tendou x reader #tendou x y/n

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peach-the-owl · 3 years

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Far From Home pt. 2

Vox Machina & Child!Reader

Might not completely follow canon but I kept it as close as I could and I apologize in advance if the characters aren’t accurate either as I’m not fully familiar with campaign 1, but anyways… PART 2 HAS FINALLY ARRIVED!!! If you haven’t yet, find part 1 here

Hold onto your hats, this is a long one

Salda rushes towards the opening but keeps herself back enough to avoid the rain that you could now see pouring in.

"Whoever you are, leave! Run away or I-I swear I’ll kill you!" Her voice wavered slightly, but she held her ground holding out her blade threateningly. You hear a bit of murmuring before one of the voices from above speaks just loud enough for you to hear from your position.

"Sherri it’s us!" There’s a few other voices but they were softer and harder to make out the words of, Salda then looks over her shoulder.

"Sherri?"she calls for the half-elf, who cautiously makes her way over looking up once she's close enough.

"My god. Come in quick, please." Sherri starts ushering in the new arrivals who all made their way into this little bunker. What a colourful bunch they were, these must’ve been the friends Gilmore had mentioned to you while searching through the city. It seemed the other kids knew who they were as their faces lit up in both hope and recognition to this group. You decided to stay quiet and as out of sight as possible for now not wanting to draw attention to yourself as you were still grappling with your whole being lost in time problem.

"I don’t believe my husband made it… But we're alive." You still listen in on the conversation to try and distract yourself though.

"Did you see him fall?" The male half-elf, dressed in all black asks.

"No," Salda pauses a second, "he-he saved us." You did feel a little left out since you had helped too but then again you were a stranger to these people and still didn’t feel the need to involve yourself in the conversation. They all look over to where Gilmore was laying and the male half-elf immediately rushes to him placing a hand under his chin and quickly inspecting the wounded area.

"Pike! Pike, Keyleth come over here!" He says with urgency. A gnome with white hair quickly steps forward, you could only assume this was Pike since Keyleth was a more elvish name. The other two half-elves in the group also step in quickly helping to patch up the wound, you weren’t sure which of those two was supposed to Keyleth but honestly that wasn’t the biggest concern right now. Pike places her hands on her holy symbol and you watch as light emits from it before gently placing her hands on Gilmore the light transferring from her hands into his body. The room is illuminated as the magic heals the nasty wound on Gilmore, you take a quick look around and see the half-orc that's with the party now staring at you. There’s a small thud that draws your attention back to Gilmore as the magic had finished its job, he curls over a little before the male half-elf carefully places him on his lap.

"Is he alright?! Is he alright?" Sherri asks, looking over and placing on her glasses.

"I think so." The male half-elf responds softly, Sherri then notices that half-orc with them.

"Who's this one? What’s he doing here?" She questions with a threatening tone. The others mumble over there words a bit until the male gnome gives a proper responce.

"He’s a friend, he fought with us. He’s… he's not corrupted by the dragons influence."

"If I could know your name orcish sir."

"It’s really cool." The gnome quickly adds.

"I’m Garthok." The half-orc gives a bow.

"Keep your distance, I don’t trust you yet." She gives him a weary side look.

"Of course," he then turns to Salda as Sherri directs her attention back onto Gilmore. "If I may ask you, I don’t recall you having four children." You raise your head up seeing now that all eyes have turned to you making you feel a little uneasy as you try to press yourself into the wall more.

"They're not mine. But they helped in our rescue too." Salda comments. There’s more chatter amongst the group as the white haired gnome now walks over to you.

"Hello there." Her voice is gentle and sweet, easing away some of the fear and tension that you’ve built up. You give a soft greeting back and wait for her to speak again. "My name's Pike, what’s your name?"

"I’m (y/n), it’s nice to meet you Pike." You hold your hand out for her to shake making her notice the concerning burns and bruises on you.

"Oh, you poor child. Here let me help." She takes your hand and once again you see a soft light emit from her, though defiantly not as strong as what she used to heal Gilmore. The small light travels from her hand into yours making its way up your arm and to the rest of your body, you instantly feel a lot better and a little more energized as the burns and bruises slowly disappear. Pike then helps you to your feet and you both scuffle back over towards everyone else. You sit yourself down again and try to get a better look at the still unconscious Gilmore quickly noticing the stares from the male half-elf.

"We were told you were the one who ran back in to save him. Is this true?" He questions, gaining your full attention. He had a bit of an intimidating look to himself but you were used to people like that, having travelled around with Beau and Yasha so much.

"I mean he saved me from being crushed so I owed him… I guess? But mostly he was in a lot of trouble, someone had to help." You scratch the back of your head sheepishly, not sure how to explain yourself pausing in your actions and redirecting your attention when you feel his hand on your shoulder.

"Thank you." He gives you a small but genuine smile of gratitiude, you return the gesture with your own small smile.

"What’s your name mister?" You suddenly ask, now realizing you never got it. He gives a soft, feathery laugh at your newfound curiosity.

"Call me Vax."

"Hi Vax, I’m (y/n)." If you paid close attention you could see his smile rise slightly. There’s a cough and the attention was switched back to Gilmore as he slowly regained consciousness. His head lulls back and you can see him smile a little as his eyes train onto Vax's.

"Ah… it's always what I’d assume I’d see in my last moments." He give a soft chuckle mixed with light coughing.

"Bad day, huh."

"Strangely enough I’m pretty sure I’ve had worse." You catch yourself giggle a little at his comment.

"No offence darling but you look like shit." The one who spoke looked a lot like Vax, you could easily conclude they were siblings, probably twins if you really had to guess.

"We can’t have that can we." He then raises his hand, attempting to conjure some magic but a fit of coughs causes it to sputter away. He pauses a second to regain his breath. "Sooo, either we're all dead or all alive… I’d like an answer."

"Alive." The female Vax answers, you were really curious what her name was now mostly so you wouldn’t have to keep thinking of her as female Vax.

"Good, I was hoping you’d say that." Gilmore let’s out a halfhearted laugh before continuing. You zoned out a little since the conversation wasn’t really directed at you and looked at the different members of this group. You already knew who Pike and Vax were as well as the half-orc Garthok, then there was Vax's twin, next to her was the other half-elf who looked like some sorta forest princess to you, then there was the big goliath and the fanciful gnome you could tell was defiantly a bard, and finally the nicely dressed man with glasses and silver hair. You wondered if they could help you get back to your time, but then again was it really a good idea to tell them you were actually from the future? They might think you’re crazy, plus they already had a lot on their plate with these dragons now roaming around so you decided it was best to keep your mouth shut for now. You notice the other kids had tears screaming down their faces, from what you picked up in the background it could only be because of their fathers fate. You scoot over towards them and tap Illiya's shoulder, she looks at you with red puffy eyes.

"I’m sorry that happened." She nods a little and you end up giving her a hug, the other two joining in to gain some form of ground and comfort.

"After finding this little one here, I went to the dragon just in case you’d been your usual foolish selves and run into hell itself." You chimed back into the conversation when you hear this, seeing Gilmore turn to look at you. "Suppose I do have you to thank as well, for me still being here."

"Well… I couldn’t just leave you there, and you saved me too. It was only fair." You weren’t used to getting so much credit for something since it was always someone else from the Nein who'd end up coming in clutch for the rest of the team, it felt nice for sure but you also couldn’t help feel a little embarrassed too.

"This kid's got guts, I like 'em." The goliath says, they went on to ask questions to things you weren’t familiar with, also trying not to remember the many burnt and dead bodies you’d encountered when they asked Gilmore about other survivors. Going back to your own thoughts you battled with the idea of telling these strangers about your situation and if they could in any way help or simple wait it out and hope that when or if the spell wears off you’ll be sent back home no problem. After all it’s only been a day some spells last much longer then that, still though the sooner you could get home the better.

There's some movement as everyone starts to get up, you quickly follow along with everyone and start making your way up top. You follow the group soon noticing that Vax, his sister, the male gnome, and Garthok head off in one direction while everyone else head in another. The walk starts silent as you trudge through the muddy streets, rain pouring down on you. It would've been fine but you’d been sitting in silence all day and was getting tired of having your thoughts keep you down, plus you were curious about this group of adventurers you were with. With a deep breath and a feeling of courage you walk up to the half-elf.

"Are you a princess?" You let your curiosity break the ice, the woman stalls her movements slightly then looks down at you.

"S-sorry?" She seemed surprised, you ask your question again and she blinks a few times, processing your words. "I suppose I am, in a way. Why do you ask?"

"It’s just you look so pretty and you have this look of like a leader to you." She blushes at your comment and smiles, actually this may be the first time you’ve seen her smile since you met her.

"Well thank you. I’m Keyleth." She holds her hand out for you to shake. So this was the Keyleth mentioned earlier, that was good to know.

"It’s very nice to meet you, I’m (y/n)." You accept the handshake, already feeling a sense of comfort around her you walk along side her. "So who are your other friends?"

"You mean you don’t know?" She looked at you confused.

"Well," you pause a second and make sure what you say doesn’t reveal too much information yet. "I’m not from around here, so I don’t know that much." You say satisfied with your answer, it wasn’t like you were lying after all.

"Oh! Umm… well let’s see… you already know who Pike is I’m sure." You nod.

"And Vax." You quickly pipe in.

"And Vax," she repeats with confirmation, "then there’s his twin Vex."

"There names sound the same, that must be confusing."

"It can be sometimes. Now Vex has a pet bear named Trinket."

"She owns that cool bear!" You have to stop yourself from shouting with excitement while pointing at the armoured bear that’s been traveling with you, earning a small giggle from Keyleth.

"Yes, she does, he’s very friendly if you want to pet him later." You can hardly contain your smile, having something to look forward to after this conversation. Keyleth clears her throat a little to regain your attention. "Then there’s Scanlan, he’s the other gnome in our group and he’s really good at making up songs." You nod and let her continue. "Next is Percy over there," she points to the man with the silvery hair. "He’s had a lot to deal with recently so don’t mind him if he seems a little stand off-ish with you. There’s myself of course, and finally there’s Grog, he’s not the sharpest tool but he is the heaviest. Together we are Vox Machina." She finishes her explanation with a proud look on her face.

"That’s a really cool name, my friends have a cool name for our adventure group too." You stop realizing it may not have been wise to have said that last part aloud.

"You’re with another group? What do they call themselves?" She looks at you with genuine curiosity. Before you answer her a small group of individuals step out, armed with various blades.

"Hey! Drop your stuff! Give us what you’ve got." One starts, to which Keyleth leaves your side and socks them in the jaw. You hold back a laugh, that looked like something Beau would do. Sherri pulls out her wand and unleashes a bolt of lightning, blasting off a piece of nearby wall making it crumble to the ground. Gilmore supports his own weight for a moment and slowly raises his arm, bolts of arcane energy whipped around him making him look really cool and powerful.

"Do you gentlemen seriously wish to start this ruckus?" He says with a threatening tone, the men pause and share a look.

"No." They all sheath their weapons and scurry off again.

"Yeah you better run!" Keyleth shouts at the retreating forms.

"Yeah, you tell 'em Kiki." Grog compliments.

"Thank you. I’m trying to get better at it." She smiles at him. You were just glad you could avoid any conflicts, not wanting to deal with any at this time. You traverse through the streets some more seeing folks working to dig mass graves for the ones who perished, you avert your eyes from the sight having already seen enough death for one day. You walk over to the bear, Trinket if you remember correctly and he immediately gives you a sniff, puffing air into your face making you brighten up a little and pet him on the muzzle.

"Did you say secret passage!?" You hear a very excited Gren say eagerly, you perk up more at the idea of a secret passage too.

"I did! I did!" Keyleth replies with a smile at the boys excitement. "Did you want to go see it?" You get closer and start a little chant.

"Secret passage secret passage." Gren quickly joining in, even his sisters joined your little chant making Salda smile for the first time since you’d met her.

"We can't dissappoint the children." Keyleth looks to Grog expectantly.

"Fine. Secret passage it is." He says in a half-joking kinda way. You all make your way down through the secret passage, which wasn't as exciting as you thought I’d be but it did it’s job and you safely make it to the party's base. As you start making your way up and out of the passageway you see some attendants, who looked worked to the bone, come over and greet the party before turning to you and the other kids.

"Oh, and children. You’ve got children have ya." One kneels down, you shrink back a bit unable to hide behind someone for protection like the other three. You all walk into the next room where hundreds of others were already settled and the panic you’ve been setting aside this whole time crept in again. You didn’t know anyone here, what were you supposed to do now? It had already taken a lot of your courage to put blind trust in the people who brought you here but now they could easily walk away and you’d be left with no one. Not to mention you still had no idea how to get back to your own time. You could feel the tears pricking at the edges of your eyes and a few spill over.

"Hey, kid." You quickly wipe your eyes and look over to see that Percy had called your attention. "I have a few questions I’d like to ask you." You give a nod and follow him as he leads you away from the large group of people, well the entire place was crowded but you managed to find a less populated area. You shuffle in place a bit as you wait for him to speak again. "Alright first off, where did you come from?"

"Wh-what do you mean?" You give him a confused look, he sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose.

"I overheard you talking to Keyleth, you said you weren’t from around here. So where are you from?" You could tell he was trying to be patient with you, which you appreciated since you were sure he probably had other things he wanted to do.

"Oh! Ummm, well I’m from Wildemount."

"From Wildemount? How could child from Wildemount be here all alone, where are parents?" He gives you almost a suspicious look making you knaw at your lip, not sure if now was a good time to fess up about everything or not.

"Well that’s a long and, ummm… crazy story. You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you."

"Kid-"

"My name's (y/n)." You weren’t sure if that came off as rude but you figured he might as well know your name since you knew his.

"Right, (y/n) then, I have seen and done countless things in my life. So whatever it is you’re hiding may not be as crazy as you think." You take a deep breath and try to think of a good way to explain this.

"Ok, well my friend Caleb was working on a spell that I think shifts space and time or something but it went wrong and I wasn’t looking so I got hit with it and then I wake up in a place I never been in before and then dragons came out of nowhere so I ran then I met that nice man Gilmore and then I met you guys and I don’t know how to get home." You suck in some air after blurting it out in one breath, your well thought out explaination broken the second you opened your mouth the words just tumbling out. Percy just stares at you for a moment, maybe you spoke too fast for him to catch everything so you quickly add a shortened version to your story. "What I’m saying is I’m… from the future."

"Well you were right, I do find this crazy and I'm having a very hard time believing your story."

"It’s true though." You pout a little, you figured he wouldn’t believe you but he was the one to coax the story out of you in the first place.

"Percy! There you are." Vex ran over and embraces Percy, leaving you to stand there awkwardly. When she lets go of him she notices your presents. "Hello there darling." She gives you a kind smile.

"Hi, you’re Vex right?" You wanted to make sure you said the right name, she gives you a nod.

"Indeed I am, and you are?"

"I’m (y/n). I really like your bear." She laughs a little at your comment.

"He’s pretty great isn’t he," she then looks back to Percy. "What are you doing here with them, if I may ask."

"Well, (y/n) here says they're from Wildemount, which I can believe. What I don’t believe is their claim of being from the future." Percy explains.

"But it’s true, I’ve read stories that have mentioned a Gren, Illiya and Odessa Tal’Dorei but they’re much older in those stories then they are here." Even with your attempt at an explanation neither looked like they really believed you.

"Well, truth or not I have question of my own for you." You look at Vex and wait for her to continue. "You were with Gilmore when he went to face the Cinder King, what I’d like to know is if you saw anything that may have been odd or different about about this dragon. I know it’s a lot to ask you but anything will do if you saw something." You dig though your thoughts trying to think if there was anything at all, then you remeber something you did catch before the dragon was out of view.

"Uhhh, there was his weird belly scales."

"What about them would you say was weird?" Vex crouches down to your height and gives you a patient look, you try really hard to rummage with your thoughts to figure out why they looked weird to you not wanting to let these people down for some reason.

"Oh! I think it was because they didn’t look like real scales, they looked more like armour trying to protect something… I mean, I think so anyways. Sorry, I know it’s not a lot."

"No no darling, you’re doing fine." She gives you a calming smile. "So you think he’s wearing armour that look like scales in order to protect something, is that right?" You nod and she gives you a gentle pat on the head. "Good to know, that could be very helpful in the future."

"Speaking of future, I need to find a way back home." They both look to you and Percy gives a sigh.

"This again-" he’s cut off by Vex lightly smacking him in the gut.

"Percy," she gives him a look, "the least we can do is help this poor child reunite with their family." He looks between you and her for a second then nods.

"You’re right. Maybe Pike can help if magic is indeed involved." The two of them then lead you to a sorta chapel area where some people were bowed in deep prayer while others seemed to just be using the space to sleep for the night. You find Pike in front of a statue of a feminine figure you'd never seen before, you were positive they were some sort of goddess though. She turns to face you upon hearing your approach.

"Hi guys, what can I do for you?" She greets the three of you. Percy gives a quick summery of what you'd told him to her and she places a hand under her chin in thought. "You know, actually that could explain the strange magical aura I felt around them when I touched their hand."

"Really?!" You, Vex and Percy all say at once, yours was more in excitement while theirs was in shock.

"Do you think you could reverse it and send me home?" You happily ask, bouncing on the balls of your feet. Pike turns to you and gives you a faint smile.

"I could, but you’re gonna have to wait until tomorrow. I already used a lot of my divine magic today." You deflate a little with a sigh but nod in understanding, Pike places a hand gently on your shoulder. "It’ll be ok, I promise you’ll be back where you belong before you know it." She reassures and a small smile returns to you with those words. As the evening draws to a close you decide to stay in the little chapel for the night, it’s a bit of a struggle but you do eventually drift off to sleep.

Sunshine peeking through the windows cause you to wince as you awaken with a yawn and stretch out your limbs. Taking a look around you were still in the chapel, others there still waking themselves up, were already awake or bowed in prayer. The doors open and you bring your attention to the group you’d met yesterday walking in.

"I’m just saying if this child really is from the future, like you said, then they must know what 'appens." You hear the goliath say.

"Here’s the thing Grog, they’re from Wildemount they most likely don’t know Tal'Doren (don’t know if that’s the correct term) history, and what purpose would we have going there?" Percy argues, you slowly get up off the bench you’d been sleeping on and approach them.

"Good morning," Keyleth addresses you, "you ready to finally go home." You respond by eagerly nodding.

"Wait! Before anything else, I have to know… am I known worldwide in the future?" You blink a few times at the male gnomes question.

"I’m sorry, what was your name again?" This gets a few laughs from the other members as he gives a sigh of defeat but quickly brightening up again.

"I am the great Scanlan Shorthalt, ring any bells now?" You try to think if you’ve heard or seen that name anywhere before.

"You know I think I have seen your name on a book before. But I never got to read it, my friends were busy and we couldn’t stay in the shop long but I’m sure I saw a book with your name on it." This seemed to brighten him up more before he’s pulled away by Vax and Pike steps forward.

"Ready to go?" She asks sweetly. Once again you nod eagerly. "Okay, here goes." She starts casting a spell and you feel your body start to tingle a little, your arms starting to shimmer. The light around you glows brighter and brighter.

"If you have time, you should come and visit some time in the future!" You weren’t able to tell who said that as your vision goes white………

When your able to open your eyes again your back in the Xhorhaus, you pick yourself up off the floor and hear a loud squee as your tackled into a hug.

"Oh my gosh, (y/n) your back! We were soooo worried about you!" It was so reliving to hear Jesters bubbly voice again. Her shouts of joy alert the rest of the Nein as they rush to your location and instantly start bombarding you questions, they quickly die down noticing your lack of responce. You feeling overwhelmed with relief and joy just start bawling your eyes out, no longer containing all the tears you’d been holding back. They quickly realize now wasn’t the time for questions and settle with bringing you into a comforting group hug which you return. You were so happy to finally be home, but you couldn’t help but wonder about that other adventuring group you’d met, Vox Machina is what they’d called themselves right? You wondered what happened to them, sure for you it’s maybe been a minute but it’s been maybe over 20 years since they’d met you. Did they even remeber you? Maybe one day you’ll get a chance to find out, but right now you savoured in the moment of being home.

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fang-wolfsbane · 3 years

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Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia: Inked Feathered Flame: Chapter 04: Training Exercise

“So gear up, and meet me at the training grounds,” their current class teacher, the famous number one hero, All Might said, and with a press of a button, the wall on the left side of the classroom slid open, revealing numbered cubbies, each containing a hero suit they had all gotten the chance to give their opinion on.

Opening his cubby, Akuriru bit his bottom lip nervously. When he originally filled in his hero costume requirements sheet, he had been nothing less than uncertain about its appearance, never mind functionality. He didn’t want to end up looking like a costume clown, but he also needed his suit to be functional, so he had opted, with help from Momo, for clothing that left plenty of space to make full use of his quirk for the day he got more than his current tattoo. In the end, he had settled for black ripped pants, steady combat boots and a loose tank top and hoodie. A casual look, but still functional.

A glance towards Kyoka and Denki revealed that they had similar ideas in mind, respective of their own quirks. Kyoka met his eyes and flashed a kind smile as she and the girls all headed towards their changing room. Holding the body-heat adjusting fabric, Akuriru found himself smiling. Things were really starting to look up for him.

***

He might have thought too soon. All Might gave them a simple simulation situation where they divided into teams of two, one half playing the hero and the other half villains. Just his luck that All Might didn’t take into consideration that there were twenty-one students, leaving him as the odd number out. He had opted to sit the exercise out, only to receive a dramatic lecture from his teacher instead.

In the end, he ended up in a team with Fumikage Tokoyami and Tsuyu, or Tsu, as she insisted they all call her. Fumikage didn’t talk much, but he felt comfortable enough that Akuriru found himself to be relaxed around the other male student.

Their team was to play the villains, something he hadn’t expected, but neither did the team they were up against. All Might on the other hand had thought it a good opportunity for the team playing the heroes to deal with a situation where they would be outnumbered. It made sense, so no one had thought to argue against it.

Fumikage had chosen to defend the object the heroes were sent in to disarm, or capture them first, which left him and Tsuyu to attack. Tsuyu seemed to know exactly how she would go about it, but it left Akuriru a little uneasy. His tattoo could work for both attack and defence if he tried but going up against his classmates did leave him a little on edge.

Becoming a fulltime hero required going up against opponents, fighting in close to far ranges, whether you were adept at it or not. Akuriru knew he would need to practice on all fronts. Momo had nearly drilled that fact into him. If it hadn’t been for her own enthusiasm to become a hero, he would have dropped out before she even suggested this whole crazy route in the first place.

Tsuyu had voted to be the first line of attack, leaving Akuriru as the second line, and if they both failed, then it was up to Fumikage. If he remembered right, they were going up against Momo and Minoru Mineta. He didn’t know Minoru as well as he knew Momo, but he didn’t appreciate the way the purple-haired boy eyed his cousin, or any female in their class. He was certain they felt similar to him on that front.

Tsuyu had set herself against the wall, waiting until they could hear their opponents approaching. Just as Momo rounded the corner, Tsuyu’s long tongue struck out, blocking his cousin from entering the room as it wrapped around her waist and yanked her off to the side, earning a startled yelp from the taller girl.

“Don’t worry Yaoyorozu, I’ll save you!” Minoru’s voice screeched from where he came tumbling through the open doored threshold, his short legs spiralling in mid-air.

“Iro-kun, grab him!” Tsuyu called out, trying to hold Momo in place with her arms pinned to her sides. Akuriru had to shake his head to clear his thoughts before he realised that Tsuyu meant Minoru might get through their defence. Luckily for him, he had manifested his tattoo before their arrival.

With his right hand firmly grasped onto the pole, Akuriru spun the modified spear around, the tip blunted so as to not cause any physical harm. Upon spotting it, Minoru fell back on his backside. Akuriru had never felt like he possessed any physical power over anyone else but standing above Minoru left him with an idea of how that might feel. All he needed to do was pin him down and then Fumikage could wrap the given capture tape around their temporary enemies and win them their round.

He brought the spear down and felt it come into contact with something squishy. His first thought was that he might have accidentally struck Minoru and hurt him, but the second he looked, he saw his spear had been diverted by one of Minoru’s hair balls and stuck to the floor beside him. Who knew the little pervert had such fast reflexes?

With a snarky grin, Minoru jumped to his feet and rushed past. Akuriru released his hold on his spear, but must’ve lost most of his concentration, causing the tattoo to think that it was done with its current task and forcing itself back to its original spot. The unconcentrated return hit him like a bat to the back of his leg as he went down from the temporary pain.

Minoru used the situation to his full advantage, until Tsuyu’s voice called out for Fumikage. Akuriru would have felt sorry for Minoru because of their team’s technical disadvantage with having someone on their team that had a quirk that allowed him to use a physical manifestation that served as a second person, but All Might had decided that his role would be chosen through randomly drawing a team’s assigned letter, which had ended up with Akuriru joining an already three-person team. With how he had let Minoru slip past him, he was certain that both Fumikage and Tsuyu regretted being forced to team up with him.

Fumikage and Dark Shadow wasted no time in capturing Minoru, spinning around him like a snail waiting for an opportunity to strike. Tsuyu already had Momo wrapped in tape against the wall, taking care of Minoru less than a minute later. He couldn’t deny that she and Fumikage made a pretty good team. He would have smiled, had he not nearly cost them their victory.

***

Because Izuku had been injured during his and Ochaco’s match against Katsuki and Tenya, Akuriru was assigned as her replacement partner for the reverse situation exercise. Since Ochaco had already played the hero and Akuriru was the odd one out, they were assigned the villain roles against Mina Ashido and Yuga Aoyama.

Ochaco had the idea that she’d levitate the supposed threat outside the building’s window whilst Akuriru focused on trying to restrain their classmates. He wanted to point out to her why he wasn’t the best choice for defending her, but seeing the excitement in her eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to do so, so he had agreed.

At least they weren’t up against Fumikage and Tsuyu. He didn’t feel up to looking them in the eye, especially not after Tsuyu had been kind enough to tell him not to worry over Minoru slipping past him. It might not have been such a big deal during a training exercise, but if the situation had been real… he didn’t want to think about it.

He must have zoned out, because the moment Ochaco patted his shoulder, Akuriru had nearly launched himself into the air out of fright.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asked, her face showing the same concern her voice portrayed. An expression he had seen so rarely that he almost didn’t know how to respond to it. They weren’t that much different in terms of height, his own reaching more to Katsuki’s height, if only a centimetre shorter.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry. I was just, uh, thinking about how to stop Ashido and Aoyama when they get here,” Akuriru said, attempting his best chuckle in his current nervous state. She must’ve bought it, because a second later she gave him the same confident, reassuring smile she gave Izuku when the two of them were teamed up. He only hoped that he would be as good as a partner to her as Izuku had been.

“Oh, well that’s good! Try not to worry about it so much, okay? We can do it if we work together!”

Her energetic attitude was near enough to put him at ease enough to relax his shoulders. His quirk became painful when he was stressed. She must have guessed, or at least asked Momo, when she heard he’d be her replacement partner. The two of them didn’t know everything about each other’s quirks, but he knew she became nauseous when using her quirk too much, and she probably knew his became painful to control if he lost concentration. Luckily for both of them, they knew Yuga got a stomach ache from his, so at most he would probably attempt to use it three times, meaning Mina would be their main attacker.

He had only seen Mina use her quirk once or twice, not nearly enough times to try and find its weakness. They were at a clear disadvantage against her. that didn’t mean that he didn’t wish Ochaco could use her quirk on their opponents instead, but he understood her reasoning for protecting their objective first. If they could defeat their opponents or keep the object out of their reach until the time ran out, then they would win. He didn’t plan on letting down her like he had done with his previous teammates.

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straylightdream · 4 years

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featuring: Kim Junmyeon (Suho) x reader

The weight of the world feels like it’s on his shoulders and he desperately wants to feel like another face in the crowd.

genre: romance, smut, angst

warnings: sexual situation such as unprotected sex (please be safe everyone)

word count: 3.5k

“Runaway with me.” Those three simple words echoed in your mind as you gripped his hand as you sat on an airplane next him. The stress of the world seemed to be eating him alive. You were woken up by your phone ringing on your nightstand.

He sounds lost on the phone. Rambling on about how he can’t take the stress of everything.

At three thirty in the morning you open your apartment door and you find him standing on the other side with puffy eyes and his hair looking a mess. He’s carrying a duffle bag and backpack and you can’t help but be confused on what’s going on. He always tries to act so calm and collected, but right now he just seems lost.

“Junmyeon,” reaching up, resting his hand on his cheek. He closes his eyes taking in your touch.

“Baby,” he murmurs holding his eyes closed.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, moving your hand from his skin.

He steps inside, closing the door behind him. He puts his duffle bag down and looks up at you with an indescribable look, “I can’t take the stress right now. Everyone relies on me and I just need to step away from it all.”

You know the boys are getting ready for a comeback and Junmyeon feels like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. During this time the boys all heavily rely on Junmyeon and it seems like he’s starting to break.

“Did you want to stay here for a while?” You know that living with the boys can be a lot to handle and if he’s stressed he won’t want to feel like he is a burden to them.

“Runaway with me,” he blurts out, reaching forward taking your hand in yours.

Your eyebrows shoot up into your hairline. His words leave you completely shocked. “Myeon what do you mean?”

“Let’s book a flight and run away together,” he leaned forward pressing his forehead against yours.

You know you should say no. That you have to work tomorrow. That his manager and label will be pissed if he leaves randomly a week before their comeback, but you can’t say no to him.

“Okay.”

He pulls away and looks at you with wide eyes. Like he can’t believe you actually agreed to leave with him.

“Let me text my sister to tell her she needs work tomorrow and for the next few days. I also need to pack my bag. Where are we going?” Lucky for you, you worked with your sister at your family bookstore. You’re also lucky that your family adores your boyfriend and will understand you need a little vacation with him.

He shakes his head, “I don’t know. I haven’t made plans on where to go. I’ll look for plane tickets while you pack.”

You take about thirty minutes to pack a backpack and duffle bag. Arriving at the airport he’s informed you he booked you a flight to Paris. Hand in hand you walk through the airport towards your terminal. He’s dressed in a hoodie with a hat and face mask disguising who he is for the most part.

Sitting on the plane holding his hand, his head is resting on your shoulder as he sleeps. He’s finally seemed to relax now that he was getting to run away with you.

The whole way to Paris you could only think of his desperate plea for you to run away with him. You aren’t sure if he’s aware of the fact that you’re so in love with him, you would do anything he asked no matter what the consequences are. You know he didn’t tell anyone he was leaving with you. The label already wasn’t a big fan of you and your relationship with Junmyeon, and they were going to like you even less after they found out you ran away to a different country with him.

The flight was long but you were comfortably cuddled up next to your boyfriend.

With the time zone changing you and Junmyeon arrive in the middle of the afternoon. You’re working on getting a shuttle while Junmyeon works on finding somewhere to stay.

Arriving at a hotel Junmyeon walks you and checks. You have no clue how long he plans on staying here. You haven’t bothered asking him any questions. You’re just letting him pick what he wants to do. You told your sister you would be gone a week, but you don’t know what he has planned. He has a comeback in seven days he can’t miss, and he should be rehearsing at least two days before. His phone starts buzzing as it’s sitting on the counter and he quickly shoves it in his pocket. You didn’t get to see the name on the screen but you know right away it’s someone looking for him.

Walking to your hotel room you’ll be calling home you can’t help but notice how beautiful the room is. There’s a queen sized bed pushed up against the wall and on the wall across from the door blush colored curtains block a view of the beautiful surrounding city.

He walks over sitting on the edge of the bed. He lets out a heavy sigh and pushes his finger through his hair. Walking over you sit on the edge of the bed next to him. Resting your hand in his thigh he leans against you.

“Who called?” you ask, needing to know who is looking for him.

“My manager.”

“They don’t know they left do they?”

He shakes his head.

“Are you going to tell them where you went?”

“I will later. Right now I just need time with you,” he leans over and presses his lips to your cheek.

The only thing he asked for was time and so you gave him all the time he could need. You spent your first day there acting like tourists. Junmyeon mentioned multiple times how much he loved just being another person in the crowd. On your little secret getaway he was your boyfriend Junmyeon he wasn’t the famous idol Suho. He got to be someone normal, and that’s something he desperately craved. He loved being able to hold you in public and to be able to kiss you without the fear of someone following him and taking pictures of you. Your relationship with Junmyeon was very hidden away from public eyes but that was a choice you both made. There was something thrilling about being able to

Openly kiss your boyfriend in public. It was something you’ve always desperately wanted to do but couldn’t.

About two hours into your adventure his phone started ringing often. The first few calls were from his manager the following calls were from the boys. You made it about another hour before Jongdae called you. You stared at his name on the screen before holding your phone up for Junmyeon to see. You were probably the closest to Jongdae out of all of Junmyeon’s brothers.

“Answer it. The calls won’t stop until we talk to them,” he says before letting out a heavy sigh.

“What do I say?”

“Tell them, I’m with you that I’m safe.” He wanted you to keep the conversation to the bare minimum information.

Answering the phone you could hear the panic in Jongdae’s voice as he said, “please tell me he’s with you.”

“Dae he’s with me.”

A sigh of relief passes through the phone, “we had no clue where he was. The last time we saw him was when he said he was going to bed. We woke up and he was just gone. He didn’t leave a note or answer any calls or text.” You could tell how worried Jongdae truly is.

“He’s fine don’t worry,” glancing up at your boyfriend you find him staring at you with a worried look. “He just needs a break. He’s really stressed out.”

“You’re not at your place are you?” Jongdae is a wise man. If you lie to him and say you’re home he’ll be able to tell immediately.

“We’re not.”

“You won’t tell me where you are will you?”

You shake your head knowing he can’t actually see you, “no.”

“Okay just do me a favor and watch after him. He worries me when he’s like this. Also make sure he’s back by Monday. We have to rehearse.”

“Okay I will. Goodbye Dae,” hanging up your phone you look up at Junmyeon to see a worried expression on his face as he bites his bottom lip.

“We have time,” your simple sentence causes a smile to spread across his face.

The rest of the afternoon and evening you continue to travel around the city taking pictures of everything. You want to remember every single detail of this beautiful city.

As night falls on the city Junmyeon finds a cafe for you to get dinner. You eat delicious food surrounded by candlelight.

After returning to the hotel Junmyeon has the idea for you to take a bath together. This is something you normally don’t get to do. One reason is both your apartments only have walk-in showers.

You work on gathering your pajamas while Junmyeon gets a bath ready for both of you.

Resting in the warm bubbly rose scented water you sit between Junmyeon’s legs with your back resting against his chest. Aimlessly he draws circles on your thigh as he hums some song stuck in his head. You could be stuck in the moment in an infinite loop and you would never grow tired of this perfect moment. You feel completely at ease resting against him. This moment doesn’t feel like it has a timer hanging over its head.

“I love you,” you say softly.

His lips pressed to your shoulder giving you a sweet kiss. He hums against your skin, “I love you too.”

In the city of lights you’re stuck in a perfect little bubble and you don’t ever want to leave. He’s the most relaxed you’ve seen him in months and you don’t want to ever see your sweet boyfriend completely broken down by stress.

After your bath he helps you dry off and it’s not long before he kisses his way across your bare skin. Laying on the bed with your legs spread he rests between them leaving a trail of kisses from your calf all the way to your core. You’ve been together for two years and in that time he’s learned all the ways to make you moan his name. His fingers work pumping in and out of your touching just the right place while he laps at your sensitive bundle of nerves. Curling his fingers ever so slightly he’s touching just the right place causing you to whimper. Your fingers lock in his hair holding on to him. A heat spreads throughout your body as he pushes you through your orgasm.

Hovering over you kisses you muffling your moans. Holding his face in your hands you look at him for a long moment. You can’t help but notice how beautiful he is. You love him so much you hope that you’re able to spend the rest of your life with him.

He’s hovering over you with his arms on either side of your head as he pushes into you. He stills for a moment and looks down at you saying, “I love you.” His lips are on your neck as he rolls his hips into your over and over. Your leg is hooked over his lower back right above his butt holding him close to you.

He drops his head to your shoulder. You hear a mixture of his heavy breathing and moans. His sweet sounds of passion are like music to your ears.

Your hands grip at the skin on his lower back keeping his thrust shallow. You can’t seem to get him close enough to you. At this moment you’re both so needy for any kind of contact. Neither of you can seem to get enough of the other person.

Soon you find your release again moan his name as your back arches off the bed. He doesn’t stop moving. He thrust his way through your release kissing his way up your neck. The closer he gets the more needy his moans grow. A spew of whimpers cross his lips as he says, “I’m close.”

He stills for a long moment finding his release inside you. He lays on top of you for a moment before rolling on to the bed next to you. His eyes are closed and a smile is plastered across his lips as he lays on his back. Moving you curl up next to him not worrying about the mess he made between your legs. You desperately want him to hold you.

The following day you spent the early morning curled up against Junmyeon. Your eyes fluttered open to the feeling of him kissing his way up your neck. You could have stayed in bed forever with him, but since you were in the city of love couldn’t do that. Hand in hand you walk through the city taking pictures of your boyfriend and taking pictures of beautiful city.

Your nights were spent with him between your legs. From the moment you arrived in Paris he couldn’t seem to get enough of you. Each time you were together it was passion filled. He made love to you in every way he could. It’s felt as if he’s making up for lost time.

Standing in the glass shower that’s near the tub in the bathroom, the warm rinsed your body as your back was pressed against the cool tile wall. One of his hands held your leg up as he rolled his hips into you. Open mouthed moans left your lips with each thrust. Your hands are wrapped around his neck holding onto him for leverage. He might not be the tallest man but he was sure strong. You can’t count the amount of times he’s held you up against the wall to have his way with you.

Standing in the steam filled shower with him your moans and whimpers echo off the walls with the sounds of his heavy breathing and moans. Today is your last day in the city and Junmyeon is not ready to go home. Your attempt to get him to talk about his feelings led to him pushing you up against the wall and quieting your question by putting his hand between your legs. With each thrust into you he is trying to push away his worries. You won’t force him to talk, if he needs to let his frustrations out by thrusting into you, you won’t stop him.

The closer he gets to his release he starts to beg you to come. “Baby I need you to come,” the desperation in his voice leaves you close to the edge.

Your orgasm washes over you like a warm wave. Your walls pull on him as you moan his name loudly clawing at his back. He shouts your name and finds his release inside you. He stills holding on to you, his head resting against your shoulder as his chest rises and falls. Slowly his breathing steadies and he puts your leg down. Leaning against the wall your legs feel like jello. He looks at you with a pained look you desperately want to know what’s going on in his head, but he won’t tell you.

“Baby?” you say.

He reaches for a wash cloth and silently cleans away the mess he made between your legs. He looks up and rests his hand on your cheek and takes a deep breath.

“What if we didn’t go back?” his question catches you off guard. Silently you stare at him not even sure how to respond to his absurd request. “We could get married and stay here or travel.” You’ve mentioned getting married once before but neither of you made it sound like it was happening anytime soon. Especially with you being hidden from the world.

“Junmyeon I would love to stay here, but you can’t do that. You can’t do that to your brothers and you can’t do that to your fans.”

His head drops and a heavy sigh passes his lips. You want to let him know you’re still by his side no matter what. “I know you’re stressed but after this comeback we can travel some more, and if you want to ask me to marry you I will marry you.” He looks up at you and there’s finally light in his eyes again. “We have to go home in the morning though. I promised Jongdae you would come home.”

“Okay. I do want to marry you though,” his thumb gently drags across your cheek.

“Okay good because I want to marry you too.”

The whole long flight home Junmyeon was on edge. His hand gripped yours the entire way home. You whispered sweet words into his ear, telling him he’ll be okay. Arriving home Junmyeon wore a face mask with a hat and sunglasses attempting to stay out of sight especially with his hand tightly gripping yours. The car ride back to your apartment is silent. The whole way there Junmyeon nervously tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

With his car parked outside of your apartment neither of you move or say anything. The nervous feeling in your chest feels like a vice grip. You know deep down inside there will be consequences for Junmyeon running away without telling anyone.

“Are they going to force you to break up with me?” you whisper not even sure if it’s audible.

Looking over at you he says, “that’s not an option.”

“Okay, because I love you.”

He leans across the center console and presses his lips to yours for a tender kiss and murmurs, “I love you too.”

Over the next few days you barely see your boyfriend. When he finally returned he had a handful of solo meetings most of them consisted of him being scolded for running away. You texted a few times and talked on the phone once, but he’s so wrapped in getting prepared for his comeback.

The night or their comeback you’re laying in bed reading a book when you receive a text from your boyfriend that reads, “please answer the door.” You don’t even hesitate you quickly get up and rip open the door.

Stepping inside he waits until the door is shut before he leans down and kisses. Wrapping his arms around your waist he pulls you into close. His head rests on your shoulder as he just holds you.

“Are you going to stay the night?” you ask still in his embrace.

“Yes.”

Laying in bed your head is resting on his chest as he slowly rubs your back causing you to relax even more. You’ve missed him. You miss your time completely alone that you got to share in Paris with him. He hasn’t said anything for a while as he lays there holding you. He seems like he’s got a lot on his mind, but you won’t push him to talk about it.

“They told me to break up with you,” he finally speaks up.

Pulling away from him your eyes grow wide in shock. Your stomach drops at the idea of your relationship being over. The urge to cry is taking over you as you stare at him. He shakes his head and sighs.

“I told them I would leave the label before that happened,” his warm eyes are staring right into yours.

Your heart aches at the thought he said he would walk away from everything for you.

“You can’t do that,” you respond. You won’t let him walk away from his dream because of your relationship.

“I don’t have to. All the boys stood up for me,” his eyes are glossy and he looks like he’s fighting back tears. “Please don’t ever leave me,” he pleads, taking your face in both his hands.

Shaking your head you fight back tears, “I won’t I love you too much to ever leave you.”

Leaning forward he crashes his lips into your. This kiss is desperate and passion filled. He holds your face like he’s making sure you can’t slip away from him.

With your nose resting against his you say, “I’m always going to be here for you. I’m not going anywhere.”

A smile plays across his lips before he leans in for another kiss. You send the rest of the night cuddling and sharing kisses. You know no matter what he’ll always be by your side even when he has a busy schedule, he’s there he’ll always be there for you.

After they finish their comeback, before it’s time to go on tour you and Junmyeon take a vacation together. This time you're not running away. His brothers and the label know where to find you. You’re laying on the warm sand next to you. Things are better for him now. He doesn’t feel like the world is on his shoulders. He’s relaxed and happy knowing he has you by his side.

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ot3 · 4 years

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My approach to flat colors + limited palette drawings

This is a follow up to this post i made about how i go about figuring out a color palette for my limited palette drawings. an anon asked me about my actual technique of finishing them so this is gonna be an explanation of how I work in a limited palette with flat colors. I ended up with these thumbnails for a sketch last time so we’re gonna work from here and I’m gonna sort of walk through how i got to the finished version

first things first: every part of this process is just developed as a result of me messing around. take my advice with a grain of salt and if you think you know a way to do something better/that makes you more comfortable. go with that over what I say.

I’m honestly a little surprised when people express confusion about how i draw like this because it’s SUPER simple - literally all you’re doing is just stacking solid color blocks of shape. its very imprecise despite how sharp everything ends up looking.

First things first is that you want to decide how you will be handling your edges throughout the duration. Do you want your shapes to be ultra-sharp and precise, or do you want a little bit of a wobblier, grainier edge? Both can look good but it’s VERY much a matter of situational basis. i’ve been favoring looser and grainier shapes so that’s how i’m going to be working on this.

on the left here, you can see the shapes made with precise rectangular selections and an untextured pen, on the right, freehand drawn shapes and a grittier pen. There’s something immediately pretty different feeling about them. So play around with that first - its not something that’s fun to change halfway through! But lets step back a minute. It helps to work large to small. The two biggest shapes here are these orange chunks and everything gets stacked on top of them so i’m gonna do that first.

Now, a key feature of what i do: clipping masks. almost all digital art programs have them. What a clipping mask does is it constrains the pixels of a layer to the transparency of the layer below it. Here I have the light orange layer, and then on top of it the buildings and billboard are clipped to the orange. Most of you probably already know this and I’m overexplaining a bit, but there was a time when i didnt know how clipping layers worked and someone had to explain it to me.

now you’ll notice the shapes of the buildings are rough, and sloppy. here’s the fun part: since this is all about stacking shapes, only your exterior edges matter. this all gets filled in. be as sloppy as you want when you’re making your shapes. in fact, the outside edges get trimmed out a bunch to when i do this - i go in and erase them clean. Don’t be too finnicky about drawing perfect and precise! its a waste of time. As long as the silhouette is what you want, the interior can be a nightmare.

Working this way, it’s important to keep your layers stacked in a way you can make sense of. Right now there are four layers here: the background dark orange, the two main orange rectangle shapes, and then the buildings on one layer and a billboard on the other. I rack up a LOT of layers doing this and it makes it annoying in some aspects, but being able to freely recolor any one chunk without losing my detail is a key aspect of this.

So, I block those out

Next, I do the same for the smaller chunks that are still main shapes. There are once again, a lot of layers here. The top layer is the hair - you can see the head showing through it. The head and arm underneath the hair, same layer. Then the cup. Then the light green pieces of paper. Then the dark green ones.

The cup is technically farther forward than the head and arm so you would think it’d go on top, but the point isnt to recreate the foreground and background hierarchy with layers so much as it is to group things in a way i can work with. The cup goes underneath so it can be grouped with all the other objects on the table.

now, i just go and fill in all the shapes. i forgot to do the blinds but i get them later. you might notice a lot of these shapes are pretty rough, which was harder to notice before they were filled in. Now that I can see better, I go in with an eraser and clean up the edges until they’re the shape I want

sometimes erasing leaves little bits of ‘noise’ around objects like on this napkin here. i like to keep a little bit of this noise for texture, but if you dont like it make sure to get rid of it! if you’re working very crisp this will stand out a LOT

Next up is to add some detail onto the objects

I flipped the canvas here because the head shape was wrong - the ears were uneven and i wanted to fix it. I want to go about adding detail onto the billboard and buildings. i do all detail with clipping masks - but the objects are clipped to another layer and so nothing can be clipped to them. instead, i unclip them and just erase by selection for the same effect

all of the text on the papers is clipped to the papers below it. the buttons are clipped to the phone. the yellow photos and card are actually another independent layer on top, in case i want to recolor them separately. im indecisive and end up recoloring things a lot. For the most part these objects are starting to become recognizable as more than just shapes

i go in an add the details on the background and character now. theres some more stuff on the table. the lines of the face and ears are on one layer, and the flats of the eyes below that. Here’s what each group of layers is, and what they look like on their own

The background/bottom chunk. Just the table, window, and shirt.

The middle bit. All the stuff on the table and the blinds.

Finally, the top, which is just his head and arm.

now this stage is the bare bones of the drawing. you can more or less tell everything that’s happening. it reads. but its very much lacking in something - it doesnt have a ton of depth or interest. and adding that additional detailing, the dept and interest, is where stuff starts getting REALLY tricky and subjective.

im gonna take you to a much simpler scenario to show the sort of options i go through at this stage

ahh its our dear friend, sphere casting shadow. this is, more or less, the kind of image we have. you can tell whats happening but it’s lackluster. there are TONSSS of ways frm here that you can go add interior detail to a shape once it has been established. here are some quick and SUPER rough examples

from top left to bottom right: flat cel shading, softer airbrushed/gradient shading, halftone, and a textured brush. Each of these has their strengths and weaknesses. They can also be combined.

for example, here’s the solid cel shading being used to contain a gradient/airbrushed detail. This image - probably the single oldest piece of my art i still willingly show people - is entirely colored with gradients being contained in cel-shaded chunks. It has a sort of soft, luminous quality but without losing its crispness.

here’s a super quick bust with some variations of stuff going on. obviously this is no masterpiece but you see how different types of detailing can interact with each other and be used to distinguish materials too.

With the mob psycho comic I did, the detailing that wasnt line was done using a variety of halftones of different shapes layered on top of each other

by contrast parts of my ace attorney comic use a textured brush and have a sort of blended, papery feel

any of them can work for pretty much anything as long as you are using it with intent. practice around. mix styles of finishing together. find a comfort zone. the more you do it the more intuitive it becomes and at the heart of it this process is a very intuitive way of drawing because of how far removed it is from realism.

Now here is the trick - light and shadow.

Everything up to this point has been very flat and adding detail helps but there’s only so much that can accomplish. To get HEAVY light and shadow you need to think about things differently. I think if there’s any part of this process that’s complicated, its this one.

To truly get the most out of your palette, you need to pick chunks of an image to be in higher/lower light and then either ‘step up’ or ‘step down’ the colors in that chunk. here’s what I mean.

Here’s our ball with a beam of light on it. Everything Within the beam of light is one step in our limited palette lighter than anything outside of it. Here’s how I go about doing this: the shape of the beam of light is below everything else. Then, once I have the shape blocked out, i select it. With that selection in place, i go to EVERY SINGLE LAYER that’s effected, lock the opacity, and recolor that chunk. So what’s going on here is that there is only one more layer - the beam of light, below everything but the background, and the rest of this effect is just caused by every layer above it now being two-toned following the exact same silhouette. THIS is why it’s so important to keep your layers separate - if the shadow and highlight had been painted onto the base directly, i would not be able to do this without significant effort.

This works with all of the finishing techniques I talked about above

A combination of cel shading and half toning, all stepped up to give the appearance of heavier light on one area.This is also how I go about rendering transparency in this style. All of my layers are fully opaque and I allow the colors to do the work of conveying transparent material

Here’s our ball with the patterned/textured brush shading, being viewed partially through a window

it’s obviously not a very representational way of working, but as long as your audience UNDERSTANDS what you’re trying to convey, then you’re executing it successfully.

So with that, now we’re gonna go and finish this drawing.

For this one, I decide a big central shadow is necessary. In the original thumbnail, he was backlit, which I still plan on doing, and that wouldn’t make sense without casting a shadow.

I’ve had to change the colors of some objects entirely in order to get this to work right. This is what I mean when I call this an intuitive process - some stuff felt weird, so I changed it. This also involves a bit of problem solving. The newspaper is now unable to be separated from his hand. Sometimes changing the color of an object makes that object look better, but ruins its relationship with the objects around it. It’s up to you to learn how to adjust and finagle things until you get it where you want.The paper he has and the napkin underneath it also all blend together now.

The next few parts of this process are REALLY just trial and error, where I toss a bunch of spaghetti at it until it works. It’s hard to decide what to screenshot, because I don’t know what will or will not be part of the finished drawing. To that end, you can watch the recording of this drawing here. This video isn’t edited at all so it contains a couple of minutes of really shitty sketching, and then all of the color thumbnailing work i did in the last post. Actually getting started on these final colors begins around the two minute mark. It is also sideways, I am sorry I don’t know why.

Now, here you can see where I’ve more or less worked things out. His hand’s not on the cup anymore because my friend pointed out it didnt have an arm attached to it. I added some halftoning to make a gradiating effect in the sky and on the table to give the impression of a sunrise. His eyes are different but as of posting this, I don’t like them and am probably about to go back and change them again. The Cup now has a shadow and some rim lighting. His hand is in shadow. The stain on the napkin is big enough to define the edge of the paper on top of it.

Little things like that.

The more you draw like this the more the way you need to think about your space becomes natural. I hope this helps and I wish you all the best of luck!

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paintedpoems · 4 years

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Black Water Arc: War of The Water Tyrants.

“Wind’s ontology refuses to take separateness as an inherent feature of the world. […] And this is, in part, wind’s value—it has an existential precondition that appears only in the context of contact. Wind is touching, mutual, moving.”

— Cymene Howe, Ecologics

It seems overly contradictory to start a piece about water tyrants with a quote about the wind, doesn’t it? In actuality, readers of the novel would find this comparison immensely appropriate. This is because although black water arc is about the head-to-head battle between Shi Wudu and Hexuan; the center point, the cause and the final effect of this whole arc is Shi Qingxuan.

“Existential Precondition” or fate. It is ironic that wind is described as such because that is essentially Shi Qingxuan’s inherent problem and “Refuses to take separateness” was Shi Qingxuan’s ultimate solution.

Short Summary:

The infant Shi Qingxuan has a curse placed upon them. The curse prophesied a life full of unfathomable hardships for Shi Qingxuan and that is now their fate. Their brother, Shi Wudu, who is extremely protective of his sibling, is bent on saving Shi Qingxuan from this curse. Shi Wudu being naturally gifted eventually ascends as a god, he uses his position in the heavenly realm to then help his younger brother ascend to godhood as well. It is eventually revealed that Shi Wudu secretly changed his sibling’s cursed fate with another person of similar name and better fortune.

The person in question is Hexuan. Hexuan was fated to live a prosperous life and ascend as a god but instead lives with tragedy latched onto him. He goes through poverty, false accusations, abuse and all of his loved ones die under heartbreaking circumstances. Hexuan eventually dies and returns as a vengeful ghost bent on punishing the one that had wronged him. Hexuan wants justice and since the gods refuse to pass judgement, he decides to come to a verdict on his own. In short, that is what black water arc is about: Judgement. In a grey situation, where exactly do we place the blame?

On Morality:

Shi wudu verses Hexuan, ‘The war of the water tyrants’ dilemma, is one of the most mind-blowingly well thought out cases of grey morality in literature. It is no secret that the reductiveness of morals into “good” and “evil” categories is one of mxtx's main themes often explored heavily in her previous works. The author rejects the absolute extremes in character viewpoints, both in her protagonists and antagonists and applies the concept in varying thoughts including race and politics.

The difference in this arc however, is the projection of the audience’s principles into each character. That is, between Hexuan and Shi wudu, she never specifies who the antagonist is. It is left to the readers to explore, reflect and come to an understanding on what exactly it is like to venture into the grey zone. Neither of the two were selfishly driven, none of their initial intentions stemmed from hatred. It was familial love that drove them to hurt one another, familial love that blindsided them. In their quest to protect and to avenge their family, innocent family members lost their lives or were hurt; on both their parts. This is where the definitions of victims and perpetrators get skewed. It is so skewed in fact, that the only valid testimony left is the reader's sentiments for the characters and their own self-principles.

From Shi wudu’s “Everything I have today, I fought for myself... I will change fate that I do not possess. My fate is up to me and not the heavens” is the will to fight predestination. Verses, Hexuan’s “What right did he have to suck another’s blood, trample another’s bones to reach the skies, and still maintain a peace of mind. Enjoying all such luxuries without any sense of burden?” the victim of the change in predestination. Two strong, commendable principles, founded by righteousness but blinded by arrogance and hatred. Later, to maintain a peace of mind, Hexuan tramples on Shi Qingxuan and in the process of fighting for oneself, Shi Wudu ultimately changes Shi Qingxuan’s fate for the worse.

We even witness the Shi Wudu’s blindness take a terrible turn at the very end when he attempts to strangle his own sibling that he fought to protect all this time. His belief that Shi Qingxuan will not be safe without him, his lack of trust in his own brother, is part of his arrogance.

In return, we see Hexuan’s blind hatred falter for a moment when he keeps giving Shi Qingxuan chances for safety. At the finish line, we see both the water tyrant’s own morals and goals swap. This change in attitude towards Shi Qingxuan’s future is another outstanding ploy by mxtx because expectation of a good outcome is the core of morality. In the end, the readers simply wish for a good ending for Shi Qingxuan and when Shi Wudu decides he is going to die together with his sibling, it confuses the audience. There is a shock factor added, you perceive Shi Wudu as the protector and he pulls the safety rug from under your feet. Instant shock and confusion violating the purity of the absolute good, so the reader’s immediate reaction is to look for safety in the not-absolute evil i.e. Hexuan. However, when Hexuan does not provide that complete comfort at the end, only slightly appeasing everyone, it stings. Reinforcing that cognitive blend of mixed morality into reader’s beliefs, further skewing the curve.

It is this kind of writing that creates a split in the fandom, not in a bad way, but more in terms of sparking a conversation about where people’s individual morality lies. Each character has their past, their reasons, their flaws and goodness and it gives the audience something to root for. In addition, the rooting is not a hundred percent good versus bad, because each character’s choices are equally flawed. The fandom selects a side but with one foot still lingering on the other territory. Siding with Hexuan but understanding the reasoning behind Shi Wudu’s actions or siding with Shi Wudu but sympathizing with Hexuan’s pain and loss. The uneven split is how you know the characterization was not mediocre.

In regards to characterizations, Shi wudu and Hexuan are too similar. Their personalities, personas, auras; the proud, stubborn, intelligent water tyrants. We speak of these likenesses because Shi Qingxuan lives through this battle and will never be able to unsee the similarities. Hexuan remains, a walking reminder of Shi Wudu. This feels deliberately done as the final stab to the readers, so that Shi Qingxuan and Hexuan’s relationship remains unmendable.

Pure Point of Views, Shi Qingxuan and Xielian:

Wind is invisible, its apprehension comes from its exposure to objects or in this case other people. Shi Qingxuan is air, pure, lively and touching, forming a comforting contact with everyone they meet. The kind of character that brings about a reader’s protective instinct, in a sense, if anything were to happen to them it will infuriate and break the audience. A classic plot device to draw emotions from the readers. Why must this innocent child suffer for the sins of their brother? But, mxtx urges us to rethink this by wondering the same for Hexuan’s family. They were innocent too, why did they have to die on this path? Why is Shi Qingxuan’s innocence valid and not theirs? The audience feels for Shi Qingxuan because we have become familiarised with them. Shi Qingxuan has now made that connection with the readers, the wind has touched their hearts versus only receiving glimpses of what was Hexuan’s previous family. The effect is lacking that familial impact, that bond. Classic writing schemes, beautiful.

At the end of the clashing of the waves, the person left with the permanent scars was the blameless Shi Qingxuan. Their life was molded and directed into this final point without their control, as if caught in a sea storm. The one that paid for this feud was ultimately Shi Qingxuan, the person neither of the other two wanted to hurt.

Another classic writing device I want to finally explore and praise is the use of the narrator to throw the audience off the culprit’s scent. The mystery of Black Water Arc was quite simple actually, mxtx layed out all the clues and hints for the audience out in the open. Like Xielian himself states later, the simplest answer was always visible, he was just overthinking things. And if Xielian, the semi-narrator, overthinks then the audience will overthink. Xielian, an intelligent and the fundamentally good person, exudes a trusting aura. The audience cannot help but trust his judgement and perception of things, it is a credibility built from our experience with his mystery solving abilities in the previous arcs.

The reason why the black water reveal was so impactful and shocking was because of Xielian. The semi narrator continuously made excuses for MingYi, his subconscious trusted him, even if he had his suspicions. He didn’t enforce them strongly enough, leaving the audience to believe Xielian was merely exploring a wrong option for the sake of eliminating possible culprits. The audience was not viewing MingYi as a culprit, rather they were waiting for Xielian to come to the inevitable conclusion of his innocence. An item to quickly cross off the checklist so that they could finally pursue the “real” culprit.

MingYi couldn’t use the Earth Master Shovel? Xielian makes the excuse for him before the audience can even dive deeper on that thought. HuaCheng draws suspicion back to MingYi and Xielian immediately doubts his most trusted confidant’s assumptions. Xielian trusts MingYi, so we trust MingYi against our better judgement. When the narrator has left no room for mistrust, how can the audience hold their stance?

The proficient push and pull charade played out by Hexuan and Huacheng is another impactful factor that took part in diverting Xielian’s mistrust. The nefarious roles they played policing and suspecting each other, from Hexuan’s “don’t you have spies in the heavens?” to Huacheng’s lie detecting dice game. The solid plan of the two suspicious individuals doing the dirty work for Xielian, did not allow Xielian to mold his thoughts in his own way. He was led astray whilst the other two worked together to draw trust onto each other. So, the audience did not have room for doubt either.

In addition to all of that, the most fundamental foundation to Xielian’s trust for MingYi was that fact that he was the one who saved him from Huacheng in the first place. Simply because of the ghost city arc, we already place Huacheng and Hexuan on opposing sides rather than assuming they were accomplices. Furthermore, because of Xielian’s trust in Huacheng’s intellect and his belief of Huacheng’s prejudice against MingYi; he would constantly monitor Huacheng’s reaction to his own deductions. Unfortunately, Huacheng was a terrible basis point and by the time Xielian realizes it, it is too late. An ingenious tactic.

The author led us off track in such a brilliant manner, I had to sing praises at the end of this piece. The way our mind perceives people or situations, is the essence of our moral compass. The mind is subjective, so subjectivity in judgement is ever present, ever grey.

Notes:

This unforgettable and excruciatingly tragic arc is an important turning point in the book and we are all aware that it does not need a special summary. However, I wanted to start with a bit of a reintroduction, just to stay true to the essay tradition. Is this an essay? A think-piece? An analysis? I would not dare shame any of those academic classifications by claiming to be writing as such.

I hope this was enjoyable to read.

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hardyimagines · 5 years

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Pretty Little

Would you do a alfie x dd/lg reader ?

( requested for another chapter )

Warnings: DD/LG, swearing, smut!

Part 1 Part 2

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Scattered along the length of the dining room table were crumbled pieces of paper, coated in crumbs from the biscuits you’d been snacking on over the course of attempting to write a letter. Some papers were scrunched into messy balls, thrown toward this corner or that. Your frustration kept doubling in the blink of an eye, annoying you beyond words and the pen you clutched between your knuckles was beginning to rub your skin raw from how long you’d been at work on such a simple task — so that wasn’t helping. Was it really this hard to put your feelings into words? You supposed not, but this was different. You weren’t just writing a lousy letter for the fun of it, this was a birthday letter for the special birthday boy and it had to be perfect.

The ink was beginning to fade as you slid the tip along the length of the white paper. The thick dark lines at the start were no match to the sloppy, incomplete letters you were trying to fix. A quiet huff left your parted lips, a sound which caused the mutt beneath the table to lift his head in concern. Cyril, the large dog residing beneath your swinging legs was quick to turn his head and swipe his slobbery, pink tongue along your calf, doing his best to comfort you as best as he could. He was very smart, sometimes smarter than Alfie, when it came to sensing something was wrong.

Alfie had enough going on though. Work tired him out, it left him feeling agitated and exhausted, you didn’t blame him for sometimes not realizing you were upset, lonely, stressed — but that wasn’t the point. The pair of you were good at communication and you were never hesitant to let him know how you felt. He took great care of you and you did your best to return the favor.

Peering beneath the oak wood, you placed your small hand on the hard surface, steadying your unstable body as you leaned majority of your weight to one side and poked your head underneath the furniture so you could see Cyril fully. Cooing sweetly to assure the big animal that you were okay, you reached out and ruffled his soft fur, continuing to pucker your lips and make kissy sounds directed toward him. He twisted his head around and licked your hand to death, covering your soft skin in his slobber which was beginning to semi-gross you out. With a forced smile, you pushed yourself upright and lifted your body off of the creaky chair. Weaving around the dining room table, you headed toward the sink in the corner so that you could wash away the saliva.

Outside, the wind whipped harshly and noisily, whistling loud enough to seep through the cracks in the kitchen window. The high-pitched sound was enough to draw your attention to the pane, scrutinizing the glass that was sprinkled with droplets of rain. You narrowed your eyes in the slightest, lower lip jutting out noticeably. Alfie was going to be home soon, but you didn’t want him walking out in this weather. The sky above was turning increasingly grayer, growing darker and darker by the second. You glanced over your shoulder toward the table. All the papers that were trash needed to be discarded, but the one page that was still good enough to be presented to him as a gift wasn’t finished. Drying your hands off hurriedly on the front of your dress once you’d finished cleaning them, you skipped back over to the table and dropped down on the chair. Lifting the pen from it’s tossed position, you clutched the thin utensil in your hand and began to write without thinking. It felt more honest and true to just go with the flow rather than ponder if this or that was cute enough to write about. You knew the man would appreciate the letter regardless of what it said, but you wanted it to be meaningful, so you put your heart into each thing written.

Down the road, at the end of the street, Alfie stood in the line to check out. In his left hand, he held his wallet. It was black and old, a pathetic excuse of a thing. It hardly did its job. Money and business cards fell from the pocketbook on a daily basis and he was left to chase after his belongings and on occasion just let the wind take them. Shuffling his heavy feet, his boots thudded against the hardwood floor inside the little gift shop. In his right hand, he held a stuffed animal. It was a soft shade of brown with a white tummy, white paws, and floppy brown ears. It was a stuffed bunny rabbit, one that he’d watched you eyeball for the last month. It was a new addition to the store, on display on a tall shelf, begging for someone to come inside and purchase it. He thought the damn thing was overpriced, but that was why it had taken him so long to get it. Good behavior meant being rewarded and he wanted to see just how much you deserved the toy before he went out and spent so much money on something. His eyes flickered, dropping momentarily to the soon-to-be new addition of your stuffies. He shook the thing lightly before stepping up to the cashier. Setting the toy on the counter, he nodded once in the direction of the boy on the opposite side who was totaling up the amount of the rabbit.

“For your little girl?” The boy attempted to make small talk as he bagged the item. He lifted a plastic bag, shaking it out thoroughly.

“Mh.” Alfie grunted hoarsely. “Something like that.” His nod was once again short and simple. Alfie pushed his tongue into his cheek before lifting his finger and ushering toward the pathetic bag. “Don’t happen to have a fucking box back there, do you? See, this is a gift, yeah, and I don’t want my little girl poking and prying at a tempting fucking bag like that one, yeah, need something more secure.” Alfie laid his hands on the tabletop. “I can pay fucking extra, mate, just whatever you’ve got that’s better than that flimsy thing.” He could envision the entirety of the situation now. If he walked through the door with a bag like that, you’d peek between the opened plastic before he had a chance to stop you and spoil the intense curiosity he wanted to see bubbling within you.

The boy lifted a brow before rotating on his heel in the slightest. Tossing the bag back under the counter so it could be used for something else, he then drew out a folded box. “This is the only box we have. It’s going to be much bigger than the toy, but it’s a box.” He paused momentarily, allowing Alfie to eyeball it. “Will it work?” He asked, already beginning to open the unused cardboard. Alfie grunted in agreement before laying some money down on the counter. It was more than enough, but he didn’t really care. The amount wasn’t what mattered, he just wanted to get home to you and surprise you with the gift. It was a bit strange, he thought, to reward you with a present on his birthday — and he knew you were going to babble on about that, but he’d had the temptation to buy the bunny that morning after you’d been so sweet, tender, and good throughout the entirety of getting ready, eating breakfast, and you hadn’t thrown your usual fit when he had to head off to work. Alfie was lost in his thoughts, far away and zoned out, so by the time the boy had finished wrapping the toy he had to wave his hand in front of Alfie to explain that the toy was all set. Alfie tipped his head to bid the boy goodbye before lifting the oversized box off of the counter and into his arms so he could head home.

The house stunk of cinnamon and apple. The candle in the living room was still performing its dance, flame drifting this way and that without a care in the world. The house smelt good.. but it was beginning to be a bit overpowering. Licking your lips, you tossed the pen down on the table and pinched the corner of the sheet of paper. Folding it up, you tucked it away in the cleavage ythat your dress did very little to hide. The red attire was new, recently purchased by Alfie for you to wear on a special occasion.

And what was more special than his birthday?

Smoothing down the soft, almost silky material, you made your way into the living room. Forming an O with your lips, you blew out the flame, instantly killing it, casting this portion of the room into darkness. The lamps that were scattered around the room did their job by illuminating the space around them. The house was so cozy and warm, very inviting. You felt so safe.

The front door opened noisily, hinges creaking and handle rattling obnoxiously. The house was old — that was its only flaw. The wood swung open, nearly crashing against the wall because the man stood in the doorway was struggling with the box, hands full so he was almost incapable of catching the heavy wood. He’d managed, just barely.

“Pet?” His deep voice rumbled. With the heel of his foot, he knocked the front door shut and set the gift down on the wood floor in front of him. Placing his hands on the front of his coat, he pinched the button in the center, unfastening it so that he could pry the heavy cloth off of his broad shoulders and hang it on the rack in the corner. “Come here, look what daddy’s got!”

His tone of voice told you that he had something he shouldn’t. Something you didn’t expect. A sharp, but very soft and almost inaudible gasp, left your parted lips. Spinning, your barefeet padded against the floor noisily as you raced from the living room and into the main hall. The grin on your lips had formed long before the box came into view, but the second you saw the present, your stomach was doing flips. Very rarely did the man bring you gifts home. He only rewarded you after you’d proven you could be good for a while — not for short periods of time.

Although part of you was bewildered that he’d bought the gift at all, you were stunned he’d done it on his birthday. Today was about him. Today was about spoiling him, doing what he wanted, giving him gifts. It wasn’t about you or your good behavior. Regardless of the fact, you still found yourself giddily moving toward him, small fingers twitching as you neared.

“What’s in the box?” You whispered quietly. He could still hear the excitement dancing in your tone.

“This is a present for you, little one.” Alfie towered over you. He was big, broad, and his presence was overpowering. He set his hands on his hips, fingers hooking in his empty belt loops so he could drag the black trousers up and into their rightful place. “Daddy’s very pleased with you, right, seeing as you’ve been very good lately, and I couldn’t help myself, yeah.. thought I’d surprise you.”

Your stomach was in knots and your heart was beating so fast, you thought it just might break through your rib cage and explode from it’s secure place inside your chest. Lifting your hands to his belly, you beamed up at him with an impatient tug on his white shirt.

“Can I open it now?” You asked breathily. You went to tear yourself away from him, release his shirt and move to the box so you could shake the big thing and do your best to guess what was tucked away inside. But Alfie had other ideas. His large hand found the base of your skull, halting you from moving any further than an inch away. He didn’t speak as he led you back toward his body. You willingly stepped forward until his chest was firmly pressed against your own.

“Patience, little one, mh, the present isn’t going anywhere.” He leaned forward so that his soft, pink lips could press against your forehead. The lingering kiss made your cheeks feel hot and your tummy feel queasy. It was sickening how much you loved him. Every little touch, the sound of his voice, his presence.. everything.

“I know, daddy, but..” You tried.

“But?” He silenced you swiftly.

“Why’d you call me in here if you’re not gonna let me open it?” The little huff at the end of your sentence told him that he’d successfully managed to rile you up just a little.

“I’m joking, pet.” He cooed sweetly. The warmth of his breath hit your cheek as he leaned in. Pressing another sweet peck against your face, he moved his free hand to your lower back and gently nudged you toward the box. “Go on, open it.”

The box was shut, folded in a certain way so that the flaps were effectively pinning each other down. You eyed the package, swallowing thickly because of the excitement that bubbled in your belly. You started to step toward the gift, but didn’t even make it a foot away from Alfie before you looked back toward him. Peering up at the giant, you lifted your small hands to his wide shoulders and gently drew him down so you could reach his lips.

“Happy birthday, daddy.” The quiet giggle you set free was music to his ears and the kiss you gave him made his tough, stern exterior, which he’d had on show all day, slowly seep away. His large arms extended so they could loop around your middle. He delicately drew you forward and into him securely, trapping you against his body so he could drag the kiss out for as long as possible. His mouth was bigger than yours, warmer, and wetter. And god he knew how to kiss. Everytime he pressed his mouth against your own, it sent wave after wave of arousal swimming through your body, directly south to the space between your thighs. It was embarassing how easily worked up he got you. But you blamed it on the fact that you were stupidly and unashamedly in love. “How come im getting the gift on your special day?” You spoke against his mouth.

“Didn’t think much about that, did I, yeah, just saw the fucking..” He pointed toward the gift, narrowly avoiding exposing what was tucked away inside the box. “uh.. thing and wanted to buy it for you. It’s not about today, right, so daddy’s a year older?” He grunted. “No big deal.” You almost smiled. You sensed he didn’t want today to be all about him and although he claimed that the gift was definitely not a purposeful distraction for the day — you knew it somewhat had to be.

Alfie made his way toward the dining room table. Wrapping his thick fingers around one of the chairs, he lugged the wooden seat out from it’s tucked position. Dropping down on the seat, after rotating it so that it was facing the box, he spread his thighs wide and clasped his hands together across his belly. You watched him momentarily before moving toward the unopened present. Your fingertips skimmed the top of the container, searching for the easiest way to tear the flaps open without wasting too much time.

Alfie watched you and as he did, it was then that he noticed you were wearing the pretty little red dress he’d picked out for you. It wasn’t exactly meant to be worn out of the house because he’d actually purchased it from the sleepwear section, but it looked so good on you.. he doubted anyone would notice it wasn’t proper attire. The fabric was figure hugging. It was his favorite color, a deep shade of red. The neckline was low, exposing your breasts a bit more than he’d thought it would, but he wasn’t complaining. You looked beautiful. Your natural wavy hair was falling in front of your face, dangling past your shoulders as you hurriedly tried to get inside the box. He almost smirked. It was a good thing this wasn’t a live bunny, for you were struggling immensely and for far too long.

“Daddy..” You huffed noisily this time. Placing your hands against the side of the box, you pushed it in his direction with a soft glare and a grumpy pout. “It won’t open.”

“Look, baby,” He straightened. Spreading his legs further, he leaned forward and grasped ahold of the box. Drawing it in close enough until it was settled between his spread thighs, he ushered toward the folded flaps. “The top one comes out first, mh? Then you go for this one, yeah, since it’ll be on top. You don’t tug at the sides.” You’d shuffled toward him, eyes captivated by how easily he opened the box. You found it to be a bit unfair. Why couldn’t you do the same simple thing?

It didn’t take long at all before the flaps were out of the way and the bunny was visible. You shuffled on your knees, small hands fisting against the front of your dress before you pushed yourself up into a higher position and looked inside the box. He swore you were about to cry. Your bottom lip twitched before the corners of your mouth drew upwards. You reached into the box and without so much as a glance in his direction, you snatched the toy out of its holder and into your embrace.

“You bought her!” You practically screeched. Rising from your knelt position, your big, watery eyes drifted to the birthday boy. He set his arm on the table, extending it so that his fingertips could absentmindedly trace the top of the surface.

“Course I fucking did. I saw the way you were eyeballing the fucking thing.” He smirked lightly. “I’m actually quite observant, right, little one, daddy sees all.” He slouched back against the sturdy chair, stretching for a split second as you stepped into the box and then out of it. Kicking it out of the way so that you could reside between his spread thighs instead, you let out a very quiet whimper before hunching forward so you could give the big bear of a man a kiss. Alfie wasn’t all that surprised because of the sudden affection, you were a very hands-on type of girl. His mouth puckered just for a second, long enough to return the kiss you gave him, but not long enough for more to ensue. The breathiest hum of appreciation fell from your lips and just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, you adjusted your legs so that they were settled on opposite sides of his own. Sliding into his lap, you straddled his upper thighs and drew the stuffed, cuddly bunny into your chest. Smushing the toy between your body and Alfie’s, you locked your free arm around his neck and leaned forward so your noses could brush. Buying Alfie a gift wasn’t exactly possible. You didn’t work, you just stayed home all day, cleaning when you could — and working on birthday letters. But you’d make sure he felt very special today, it was at the top of your to-do list. You shuffled your weight on top of the man before sticking your tongue out to playfully lick his bottom lip.

“I wish I could’ve bought you something.” You pouted visibly. Brushing your fingertips along the fur that coated the stuffed toy, you pulled your lips in and nibbled on them.

“Daddy doesn’t need gifts, pet, yeah, see because I’ve already got the best thing there is.” He tugged you in just a little closer before moving his hand to rest on the curve of your hip. His blue eyes drifted away from your sweet expression to instead ogle the dress you wore.

Your cheeks burned because of his compliment. You truthfully didn’t think you were the best he could have, but it warmed your heart to know he felt that way. Straightening in the slightest when you noted where he was looking, you bit your cheek. “Do you like it?”

“Like it?” He grumbled lowly. “Mh.” His nod was almost missable. “You look so pretty.. but we aren’t going out, pet, why’re you in this?” He didn’t mind at all that you wanted to wear the fancy attire, he knew you loved to play dress-up despite the fact that the pair of you were just staying in. He just wanted to make sure you didn’t think that you were going out. He much rather preferred spending his birthday at home, relishing in the privacy he yearned to have all day.

“You said this was for a special occasion.” Bouncing lightly on his thighs, you moved your small hands to your bunny, gripping on to her excitedly. “Your birthday is very very special so I thought I’d wear my prettiest dress.” Climbing off of his lap, you extended your arms out at your sides in order to give him a good view of the entirety of you. Your ringlets of hair bounced with your movements, some falling over your shoulders to lay against your chest while the rest cascading down the length of your back. You were vibrant. And he didn’t know if that was from the dress or the smile on your face, but the longer he stared, the more you started to glow.

“How’d I get so fucking lucky, mh?” The man leaned forward so that his thick fingers could grasp ahold of your hips. Drawing you forward so that you were close enough for him to hold you without him having to hunch over, he pressed his lips against the underside of your breasts. Kissing the fabric of your dress, his arms curled around you completely. The tips of your fingers brushed through his brown strands, caressing and stroking his scalp as he nuzzled his face into your belly. Your eyes were beginning to flutter, growing heavier and droopier the longer that he held you and kissed you. The thick fabric was definitely in the way of his soft lips, but you had a very good memory of what they felt like and because of that, it made you ache for more.

The sweetness of your voice had increased. Your tone was breathy and light, but sickeningly sweet as you spoke. “Guess what?” The playfulness in your voice made the man’s ears twitch. He grumbled incoherently before managing to cease his kisses so he could peer up at you. “I’m your gift.” You exclaimed quietly, soft eyes trailing between his own.

“You are?” The man smirked visibly while simultaneously leaning back against the seat. Setting his hands on your thighs, he brushed the fabric of the dress up just a little higher so it wasn’t in his way. “So does that mean daddy gets to do whatever he wants?” You almost giggled. He did whatever he wanted to anyway, but you played along nevertheless. Laying your palm against his, you nudged it south in order to tug the bottom of your dress down, bunny rabbit still clutched securely in the other. Turning, you raced from the room and ran toward the hall.

“Come on, daddy!” You shouted. The man adjusted himself on the chair, head shaking lightly from side to side in disbelief at how excited you were. You were the most submissive little he’d ever had the privilege to meet and he considered himself to be beyond lucky to call you his. Wiping his hand along the length of his beard, he smoothed down the wiry strands before standing. Pausing long enough to bid Cyril farewell for a few hours, he cut out the kitchen light and watched as the mutt ran to the living room in order to curl up on the burgundy rug. Alfie made his way along the corridor and toward the steep flight of stairs. He could hear your dull footsteps, thudding noisily through the ceiling as you raced around the room above him.

Your bedroom, down the hall and to the left, wouldnt suffice. Your bed was too small. Alfie had tried to have his way with you on more than one occasion in there and each time it led to him sliding off the bed almost all the way or you whining beneath him because your head was slamming against the headboard inescapably.

Alfie’s bed was much bigger. It fit the pair of you comfortably. You always slept in here, curled up against your daddy, sleeping soundlessly and happily. You only ever went in your room to retrieve toys or if he put you in time out. You hadn’t been punished in a while though, you’d been so good lately — it kind of worried him. A part of him figured you were doing this purposefully so that when you acted up, he was beyond ready to punish you. He knew how much you loved spankings and stern Alfie, so he knew that the time would come, inevitably, when you’d turn into a misbehaving brat.

The door creaked open before falling shut as soon as he stepped into the room. His ring-clad fingers brushed along the sides of his trousers before sinking into his deep pockets. The white button down he wore was fastened from the bottom to the second button at the top and he wore a vest over that. It was a dark gray, bedazzled by pins and chains he’d added to the material. He looked so handsome. He always did. You were perched on the edge of the bed, tips of your toes skimming the rug beneath you as you sat impatiently, squirming.

“Come play with us.” You giggled quietly. Adjusting the bunny that was sat on your lap, you set your nimble fingers on the base of the animal’s neck, effectively wiggling it so that the creature looked alive. Making the bunny’s tiny arm usher your daddy forward, you kicked your legs excitedly.

Alfie lifted a slow brow, soft eyes trailing along your form. He found it sickening how adorable you were, but he didn’t voice his thoughts. He was sure his gaze was readable. Slinking forward, the man made his way toward the bed, only coming to a stop when he was close enough to touch you. His hands found your arms, gliding along the soft flesh that resided there before he firmly pushed you backward, guiding your body down until you were laid flat on the mattress.

“Such a good girl.” He murmured softly, a quiet expression of how he felt for you — one he didn’t necessarily need for you to hear because it was mostly just for his benefit. You set the bunny on your tummy and lifted your arms above your head. Stroking the navy duvet that your body was pinned against, you licked your lips slowly, enticing the man on top of you. “Tell daddy what you want, hm?” His fingers lifted to your face, tenderly brushing a few strands of hair back and out of your eyes.

“It’s your birthday.” You defended. “I just wanna make you happy.” The confession was airy, honest. It made his stomach ache happily. Alfie was always so stern, blunt, the type to not so tenderly tell you to do this or that. But right now, he was being so sweet.

“Already done, yeah, already fucking done.” He set his hands down on the mattress beside your head. His forearms flexed, veins becoming visible but not to you because the white shirt he wore hid his flesh from the shoulder down to the wrist.

“No.” You whined softly. “Come on, daddy.” He wasn’t playing the game you were trying your best to initiate. Dominant, daddy Alfie was who you wanted to see. It had been a while since the man had been relatively rough with you and it was because of lack of time. Work summoned him, so sex recently was just quick, no messing around. You didn’t mind it, you understood completely that he worked in order to take care of you, but you missed the long nights of passion, infused with torturing one another and messing around until he snapped, so desperate for orgasm. You shifted slowly. “I wanna play.” Alfie arched his brows. The bushy caterpillars on his face rose, joining the lines on his forehead. He used his knees to spread your thighs, creating a nice space for him to kneel. He peered down at you with an observant stare. “Come on,” You pleaded, dragging each word out just a little longer than the last. “I’ve been a good girl, daddy, you said so yourself!” His hand lifted. Placing it across your mouth, he silenced you swiftly before leaning in so his hot breaths hit your forehead, nose, eyes, and the back of his hand.

“Hush, now.” He growled out. Dipping his head to the side, he pressed his mouth against your ear and let out a low hum. His hand slid away from your lips, gliding south so that it could wrap securely around your throat. “Okay, Princess. We’ll have some fun, hm?” Alfie lowered his free hand to your warm thigh. Caressing the length of it sweetly, his fingertips drew delicate lines along your hot flesh before halting when he came to your underwear. His touch was featherlight and teasing. You could tell he wasn’t in the mood for a hard fuck because if he were, he would’ve had his trousers on the floor and his cock buried inside you. He was taking his time and that wasn’t what you wanted. His hand slipped away from the white fabric of your panties and instead moved to the button on the front of his trousers. Although he wasn’t as horny as he could be, he certainly didn’t mind the intimate affection you were obviously in the mood for. He’d been wanting, for so long, to just bury himself inside you and lay like that. He just wanted to fill you — innocently. Cuddle. He knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it, you were entirely too silly, impatient, and disobedient. But maybe your good behavior was still lurking and maybe this time cockwarming would work.

Alfie shoved his trousers down and off of his hips, wasting no time at all to shove the green boxers down as well. He kicked his legs in a feverish attempt to get the articles of clothing on the floor and once the dull thud filled the room, he straightened on top of you. Your fingers were at work on his vest, unbuttoning each thick button so that you could get to the white shirt he wore underneath. Your fingers kept at it, moving excitedly until he was completely naked. He, on the other hand, merely shoved your dress up to your hips and hooked his fingers in the hem of your underwear so he could draw them down and off of you. Being naked wasn’t exactly important right now, being close was.

The second the cold air attacked his body, he shuffled closer. Words weren’t needed, you could tell right away what he wanted. The pair of you had tried this so many times and you knew, just as well as you’d known the previous times, it just wasn’t possible for him to shove himself inside you and expect you to lay like that.

Alfie’s cock was already hard. All the shuffling and shifting had given him the little friction he’d needed for his erection to stiffen further. He swallowed thickly, hot lips pressing against the side of your jaw as he sunk his hips toward your own. Your legs opened further, small hand sliding between your bodies so you could guide him.

The second his tip brushed against your entrance, your lips parted and a breathy sigh escaped them. He felt the way you dipped your hips south in an eager attempt to get him inside you, but he drew back.

“Easy, little one, yeah, daddy just wants to fucking relax, alright? No funny business.. just let me lay here.” Setting his hand on your hip, he pinned you against the bed, holding you down securely so you didn’t try and rock against him. He was craving the affection tonight, he didn’t need to fuck you silly.

But you’d make him.

He tried once more. Sinking his hips forward, this time he did fully fill you. His cock slid inside you as it had done many times before. He was the first and only man you’d ever been with and the butterflies in your tummy seemed to always be there everytime the pair of you connected. Lifting your small hands to his strong shoulders, you arched your back in the slightest, doing your absolute best to be still for at least a few moments. You whimpered out softly, pearly white teeth biting down harshly on your trembling bottom lip. You wanted so badly to just begin rocking, but it was his birthday, the least you could do was let him have just a short amount of time to relish in the feeling of just relaxing.. with his cock inside you. You almost rolled your eyes. Did he really think you had this much self-control?

“Daddy..” You moaned out raspily. Your small hand lifted to the back of his hair, fisting in his brown locks as your other one scrambled to find your bunny rabbit. Clutching on to the stuffy the second that you found it, you dragged it toward you, using it to take out your infuriation at having to clutch on to what little self-control you had. Alfie moved his lips to your own, kissing you once and then twice, doing his best to just take his time. But you kept whimpering and moaning and trying to kiss him deeper than he was initiating. He let out a low growl, hoarsely clearing his throat before he managed to speak up. His cock was beginning to throb, stomach twisting with every sound you set free.

“Fuckin’ hell..” The fact that this was suppose to be innocent and sweet made him frustrated. He knew he was capable, and he knew that you weren’t. You were doing your best to make that known, vocalizing your desire and kissing him to try and arouse him. He hated that it was working. He felt so weak. He knew that that was just because he loved you though, so he couldn’t be too upset at that. Without any warning at all, he subconsciously sunk his hips forward, snapping them forward in a sudden, surprising manner. Your body jolted beneath his and the little whine that escaped you made him fist his hand in the blanket beneath you. “You like that?” Arching in the slightest, you curled your toes and nodded your head. That was what you wanted. That was exactly what you wanted.

He grunted hoarsely. Leaning in, he let his lips graze your own, delicate and soft as he lazily began to fill you. The pace was one you could handle easily, no harshness in his movements, just a simple rocking motion. He was admiring you. The way your breasts moved with his actions, each thrust made the rest of your body follow suit. His strong hands were roaming the length of your body, tracing your stomach through the thick material of your dress, up to your chest so he could massage and knead your perky breasts.

He didn’t stay like that for too long — caressing you as if you were a shard of glass. His thick fingers made their way down to your throat and the second they brushed along the sides of your jugular, he applied a small amount of pressure. It drove him wild to see the way you pathetically and submissively gave yourself over to him. Your legs bent at the knee, small feet digging into the mattress so you could push yourself closer to him. It didn’t matter that your bodies were pressed flush against one another — it still wasn’t enough. Alfie moved his mouth to your cheek and pressed a line of open-mouthed kisses along your sweet-scented flesh until he found the side of your neck. He tightened his grip in the slightest and picked up the speed of his hips. Your eyes fluttered threateningly, mouth falling open to hang in that position. You mewed beneath him, doing your best to hold your eyes open so you could see the blissful expression he wore. He grit his teeth now and then, an action he typically did when trying to swallow down the urge to manhandle you. He’d always been a fan of a rough, hard fuck, but he didn’t like being that way with you. Not all the time.

Alfie adjusted himself inside you and drew a lengthy freak from the bed as he shuffled his weight around. Positioning his knees in a more suitable manner, he grasped ahold of your calf with his free hand and slowly bent your knee further, dragging it back so that your leg was pressed against your chest for a moment. He adjusted it again not long after, swiftly lifting it so he could hook your limb over his shoulder and sink into you that much deeper.

Your eyes rolled back and your head began to spin. You were brought back instantly, the second his hand wrapped around your hot throat, tightening to the point where your body flushed hot and your eyes darkened in the slightest, to the time he’d held you in a similar manner — only then he’d hammered himself into you unforgivingly, staining the feel of him inside you out of a jealous rage. It had been almost painful, but pleasure seemed to override everything he did to you, so you found yourself enjoying even the rare rough touches. He was only ever a bit aggressive when reminding you who you belonged to — you almost smirked, how could you ever forget such a thing.

—

A month ago

“Have you forgotten, yeah, who you fucking belong to?” His voice was heavy and hot. The words he spoke matched the tone of his voice and if that wasn’t enough to make you embarrassingly aroused, the hand he placed on your throat did the trick. Alfie shoved you back firmly until your bum hit the edge of his desk. He held you in place, pink lips moving to the side of your face so he could suckle lightly on your ear. Ensuring your lobe was wet, he pulled back and blew on the moist area. “Tell me, hm, who’s are you?”

You shivered in delight, stupidly tipping your head back. You practically panted, enjoying the assertion of dominance and reminder of ownership. “Yours, daddy, all yours, always.”

“Good girl.” He complimented you. Hoisting you up and on to his desk, he tightened his grip around your throat. Alfie was very experienced, knowing full well what you could handle and what would be considered too much. Consent and comfort came before a punishment or a touch. He respected you more than anything, so bringing you any amount of pain, that you didn’t enjoy or beg for, wasn’t in his intentions. He applied pressure to the sides of your jugular, completely avoiding hurting your esophagus, but managing to deprive you of the oxygen your lungs craved for just a moment. He pressed his lips against your own, something far too tender for the beast who had ahold of you.

—

He wasn’t the type to remain in one position for long. His shallow grunts and heavy groans were signs that he was enjoying this beyond words.. but you could tell he was growing stiff. He kept rubbing your leg, something he typically did when he was about to drag your thigh off of him and plant it back against the mattress.

“On your tummy, princess.” He stilled completely. Your brows lifted in momentary confusion, but given the circumstances, you didn’t find it necessary to question him. With the remaining energy you had, you sat up and waited for him to draw back. He did so hesitantly, pulling out of you completely so that you could roll yourself over and on to your front. The dress you wore was restricting and you felt like you were beginning to overheat. He laid his hand on the back of your thigh, tracing it as you let out little whines as you rolled over. “Off with this, mh? Fucking things just in the way.” He lifted his fingers to the zipper that lined the back. Pinching it securely, he drew it down until it came to a stop at the bottom of your spine. You wiggled your shoulders until the straps fell from your collarbones to glide along your soft skin. Alfie helped you out of the attire before throwing it to the floor, oblivious of the piece of paper he’d thrown along with the clothing. You remained oblivious too. Extending your arm, you grasped ahold of the stuffed animal and pulled her in close. Holding her against your side, you laid down on your belly, one leg extended straight, leaving Alfie to straddle it, and the other bent out at your side, twisting your hips at the perfect angle.

Alfie laid his hands on your waist, tracing your bare flesh. Your skin was so smooth beneath his rough fingertips, such a stark contrast. He massaged your skin lazily before hunching over so he could leave a trail of kisses along your back. His hips sunk forward, tip of his cock grazing your bum. He groaned out breathily, eager to bury himself inside you once more, but he wanted to be at least semi-patient. He could wait a few more seconds. But once the time was up, his hands were gliding to different sections of your body. Alfie laid one hand against your throat, forearm bent so he could reach around you and once again grasp onto your tender skin. He was always so careful — firm, but careful. He pressed his lips against the top of your head before using his free hand to guide himself back inside you. You arched in the slightest, whimpering out against the duvet beneath you before you slumped completely. Tightening your walls purposefully to hug him as tightly as possible, you couldn’t help but giggle when he let a choked moan free. His free hand cradled your hip, pressing it down securely against the bed as he began to exhale raggedly.

He was still, savoring the feeling of just being inside you. He had the upper hand now, all the control, but he could feel it sleeping away and the raw hunger in his belly made him want to begin thrusting. He did so without much warning. You felt him adjust his hand, gripping you better before he began to move.

It didn’t hurt. It never hurt. Not when he was brutally hammering himself into you or seemingly angrily grunting with every rock of his body. Appearance-wise, you were sure this looked like torture. Being held down and — to put it bluntly — fucked by someone so much larger.. you were sure it was quite the sight. But the feeling of it all, it made your eyes roll back. Your knuckles whitened from the grip you had on your bunny rabbit. Your body bounced beneath the man’s, impossible to control as he clumsily sank into you with such force or speed. It was never two in one, only one or the other. He was either savagely thrusting into you with such force it looked like it was his goal to break you or with such speed. He didn’t think you’d be able to handle both and to be truthful.. neither did you.

Alfie went from holding your throat, to holding your arms, pinning them above your head, leaving you face down on the sheet with no ease to move apart from turning your face from left to right. He couldn’t keep his hands in one place for long though. If they weren’t on your throat, they were on your arms or wrists, if they weren’t on your arms, they were on your hips. He let out grunt after groan and hiss after grunt. You were practically drooling at the heavenly sounds. Sex seemed to last forever, and yet, the second it ended, you swore it’d only happened for a split second.

That was what you thought about when Alfie had dropped down at your side, completely spent and exhausted. His chest rose and fell at a heavy pace, breaths none too quiet as you whimpered and whined, clinging to the delicious orgasm that had just washed through you. You wanted to go back in time, do his birthday all over again just to experience the closeness that the pair of you had just had. It wasn’t like it was the last time you’d have sex, but even an hour was too long to wait. A little smile stained your lips at your thoughts, but Alfie didn’t see it for he had his eyes closed as he caught his breath and waited for the tingling, light feeling to leave his body.

The sheet was cold beneath your sweaty body. It felt like you laid there for an hour, but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes at most. You were a heavily-panting, quiet moaning, mess. Alfie was uttering an array of curses, grumbling underneath his breath as he rolled off of the bed after a few moments, stealing a swift kiss in his getaway, before he made his way to the bathroom. You caught a glimpse of his bum as he left the room, cheek pressed comfortably against one of the lopsided pillows on the bed. Smiling slowly to yourself, you let out a quiet whimper before mustering all the energy you had left in your body in order to push yourself up to a seated position. Lifting the stuffed animal that was laid on her side, you climbed off of the bed and paused long enough to set the stuffy on the bedside dresser. Straightening on wobbly legs, you then made your way toward the corner of the room to see the damage done.

The tall, smudge-free mirror that hung on the recently painted wall was long enough to expose the entirety of your body. You brushed your hands off on the length of your nude form, fingertips tracing the purple hickeys that the man had left behind on your slightly sweaty skin. You inhaled deeply, unable to hide the smile that tickled your lips. He’d done a good job of marking you. You twisted around on your heel and took a step forward. The paper that had fallen out of your discarded dress wrinkled noisily beneath your foot, drawing your attention to the sheet. Gasping, you hunched over and lifted the momentarily forgotten letter you’d written for the birthday boy. Your eyes moved to the bathroom, staring at the door that was left ajar. The light shone through the gap and you could hear Alfie washing his hands. Smoothing the sheet of paper out firmly, you climbed on to the bed and pinched the material of the white discarded shirt. Drawing it on to each arm and up to your slender shoulders, you left the material unbuttoned and waited for the sound of the sink to turn off and the door in the corner to open fully.

Alfie heaved a heavy sigh, one of exhaustion and happiness. Popping his neck before drying off his hands, he made his way back toward the bedroom so he could retrieve some clean underwear and return to your embrace. “Fuckin’ hell, little girl, you know.. I’m getting to be a bit too old for this.”

You squirmed on the mattress, instantly perking up the second that he came into the room. He hadn’t looked toward you, he was heading directly toward the dresser. “Thirty-five isn’t old.” You let out a huff of air, one that told him age was the last thing you wanted to talk about. He looked in your direction then, hand blindly reaching into the top drawer. He pinched a red pair of boxers, drawing them out with a cocked brow and a pointed gaze.

“Have you forgotten how much older than you I fucking am, yeah, see because that proves my point further, doesn’t it, peach?” He stepped into the undergarments and you found it impossible to keep your eyes off of his thighs, watching intently as the fabric was pulled all the way up, up, up until the most treasured part of him was covered. Alfie made his way toward the bed and didn’t come to a halt until he noticed the writing scribbled along the page you held in your hands. “What’s that?”

“A birthday letter.” You whispered before beginning to wiggle the sheet. “I spent all day writing it for you.. but it’s not that good.” You slumped back against the mountain of pillows. Doing your best to hide the page between your clamped knees, you looked in his direction. He was close enough to reach you; but he didn’t. He merely extended his arm, fingertips extending so he could usher for you to hand him the paper.

“Let’s see it, mh?” He wasn’t asking, you could hear that in his tone. He knew you wanted him to read it, otherwise you would’ve tossed it out earlier that day. You sighed gently. Opening your legs, you handed the slip of paper over, doing your best to keep an unsatisfied, grumpy expression on your face — a faux one that merely hid the fact that if the letter was terrible, you could pretend to hate it. In all truth though, it was just your feelings, babbled and scribbled across a sheet of paper. Alfie dropped down on the bed, thighs opening and feet planting against the cold floorboards. He set his elbows on his knees and hunched forward, thumbs gliding along the paper as he began to read. You nibbled on your bottom lip, stomach twisting anxiously. There was no way he was going to tell you he thought the letter was silly or stupid, but you were good at reading the man. His back muscles tensed now and then and you could see him shyly fidgeting when he’d shove his fingers through his messy hair or rub at his shoulder absentmindedly, all the while reading the piece of paper.

While he read, you couldn’t help but fidget. The tips of your fingernails rubbed against each other, making you sigh beneath your breath now and then because your curiosity simmered to life. Did he like the letter? Did he hate it? You clenched your jaw before slowly pushing yourself up on to your knees. Crawling across the small space between your body and his, you came to a halt behind him. Laying your hands on his muscular back, you hunched over and placed your bony chin on his muscular shoulder. His thumb was grazing the smooth sheet of writing, signaling now and then just where he was at. He was quite the reader, very fast and still thorough. If it would’ve been you reading a letter, you’d have to repeat a sentence at least three times just to fully comprehend it.

The man was silent, long after he’d finished reading what you wrote. He merely folded the letter shut and stood from the bed, leaving your small arms to fall against the mattress you were still perched on. Alfie moves across the room and came to a stop at the vanity. Opening the small wooden box that was laid on top of the dresser, you watched as he unlocked the front and opened the lid. He set the letter inside with the mountain of other small gifts you’d ever given him. That chest was specifically for things that Alfie never ever ever wanted to forget about. Your heart clenched tightly in your chest, making you feel breathless as you watched him intently.

“Come here, little one.” He murmured. His back was still facing you, thumb gliding along the lock on the chest so he could guide it south and fasten it shut. You didn’t take long to obey. Gripping the thin fabric of the white shirt you wore, you slid off the bed and crossed the length of the room in a few short skips. Halting directly beside him, you tipped your head and peered up at the bloke, ogling him as you waited for him to speak further.

He never did.

Alfie turned in the slightest to face you. His soft eyes said more than words ever would. The glistening appreciation that shone in those bright blue orbs made your previously tight heart feel as if it had just exploded. The man opened his arm and, without hesitation, you piled into his embrace with a quiet whimper. The man had never been good with words, but his actions made up for it.

The tips of his fingers brushed along your shoulder and up to the base of your neck. Assisting you in tipping your head back as he leaned forward, he stole a very delicate kiss, one that lingered for much longer than you’d expected. Your small arms wound around his waist, trapping him against you so that he was forced to keep the kiss going. Soon your lungs would burn for a deep breath of oxygen and you’d be whimpering because the urge to draw back to inhale would be strong, but the urge to kiss him would be stronger. Alfie smiled against your pink, pouted lips, allowing his hand to glide up to your strands and brush through the mass of waves. He couldn’t express how appreciative he was for you, but he knew you understood. The kiss came to an inevitable end and when it did, he parted his lips to speak, but found that he wasn’t positive on what to say.

“I love you, daddy.” You whispered quietly before setting your hands against the tight skin that lined his belly. “And I still have one more thing I want to do for you.” The idea had popped into your head not long ago, and the confused expression he wore made your stomach bubble with the urge to giggle.

“I love you too, princess, yeah, but you’ve done enough, right, I’m fucking tired, ain’t I? You don’t have to do anything else.” He reached for your small hand, but you managed to swiftly avoid his grasp. Dipping around him, you made your way back to the bed and waited for him to follow. Batting your eyelashes as you scrambled on to the mattress, you bounced impatiently.

“Just one more thing.” You pouted. “Pretty please.” Alfie sent you a look of uncertainty before allowing his eyes to drop to your hand when you pointed toward the bed. With a gentle sigh of defeat, he turned on his foot and made his way to the bed, unsure of what to expect. He watched intently as you hopped over to the dresser and snatched your new toy off of the surface. You made your way toward him, eagerly taking your place between his thighs when he sat himself down.

“Pet.” He spoke lowly.

“Daddy.” You whispered quietly, small hands finding the hem of the fresh pair of boxers he’d put on. Rolling them down at a slow pace, your eyes latched on to his own, challenging him to question your actions again.

The man’s barefeet shuffled against the soft carpet. His breathing was already shallow and ragged and all you’d done was draw his boxers down to his ankles and take your place in between his spread thighs. The stuffed animal in your hand was used to toy with him. Lifting the paw of the stuffy, you looked up at your daddy with a glint of playfulness, shimmering evidently in your soft gaze. “She wants to play with you too.” You whispered breathily before laying the rabbit on his upper thigh. Guiding the animal’s hand along his flesh until it came to a stop where your fingers rested, you sent him a lazy smirk. Your free hand was placed upon his upper thigh, fingernails absentmindedly tracing the tender flesh of his sides. His tummy was rising and falling much like yours did when he would bend you over his lap and spank your ass until it burned a bright shade of red. Allowing the bunny’s pink nose to skim the head of his cock, you let a breathy giggle leave your lips when he growled. “We share, daddy, see?”

Alfie could barely form a coherent thought, let alone an actual sentence. Releasing a growl which sounded like one of desire and plea, the man let himself fall backwards so he was laid flat against the mattress. You lifted your small hand to his base, gripping on to him firmly, and you let the bunny rabbit’s nose slide along the length of his shaft. You were sure the touches were significantly contrasting, but that was sure to bring him loads of pleasure. You licked your lips hungrily, wanting to eagerly delve in and practically swallow the entirety of him. Instead, you let the bunny take the lead, watching as the toy riled the man up further. You only leaned in when a little bit of pre-cum stained his tip. Licking his head with the tip of your tongue, you savored the taste and feel of his cock before shrinking back. There was no need to rush this.

Alfie shut his eyes and waited impatiently for the feeling of your lips to glide along the length of his, once again, aching shaft. He let a drawn out groan of ecstasy leave his lips, hand finding its way to your hair for the hundredth time. He fisted his fingers in your strands securely and let himself relax completely when he felt the rabbit’s touch fading away.

Happy birthday indeed... he thought as your pink lips neared. This was a birthday he was sure to never forget.

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