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demonichikikomori · 2 years

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Peek-A-Boo, Panties!

Because I am actually a filthy degen. I thought it would be fun to write some short headcanons for if the Twst boys saw underneath Fem!MC's skirt!! I’ll be doing a separate headcanon post for the NRC Staff and maybe even the RSA boys??

Peek-A-Boo v.2

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Riddle Rosehearts

You had gone to reach onto a high shelf and took a few hops to reach said item. With each jump, your undergarments were exposed to Riddle!!

What??

What!??!?!

Riddle is flustered and red from his ears down to his collarbone.

The only woman in his life is his mother, and he's never seen such a garment!!

Next time, get a stool or ask for help next time!! What if some ruffian saw you!??!?

He scolds you and warns that dress code is a serious set of rules that MUST be followed!!

He comes to you the next day with a pair of uniform pants to wear instead!! How sweet...

He writes you an apologetic letter and gifts you a bouquet of roses taller than the both of you.

You would've thought that he was trying to confess!!!!

Trey Clover

You and Trey are making something sweet together, and the hem of your skirt gets caught in a cabinet! With you turning so suddenly, Trey saw your underwear!!

Naturally he plans to free you from the cabinets grasp first.

His cheeks are flushed and he's awkwardly adjusting his glasses

He didn't see anything...

Seriously he didn't see anything!!

Not that he meant to look anyways...

He tries forgetting once you're back on the baking grind...

He can't forget. And doesn't really want to...

Jokingly bakes you an apology cake with a dainty pair of undergarments on the top made of fondant.

You both laugh and the situation is no longer awkward!!

Cater Diamond

You were recording a video with Cater, and he noticed a few of the moves you did were a bit too revealing for MagiCam guidelines!! He saw your panties, meaning they were caught on camera too!!

He doesn't tell you he got a peek!!

He casually suggests that you guys switch roles, instead, you will dance his part and he'll do the much cuter moves!!

He's still thinking about it since you both dodged a bullet

Cater gets his account suspended

The world sees under your skirt

He'll whisper to you later that you should look into safety shorts when you get a chance

He has older sisters, he knows how to break things down

Ace Trappola

You guys were racing through the school to class and Ace manages to trip, grabbing your skirt in the process and yanking it down!! Thankfully it was only the two of you in the hall...

He's seriously sorry!!

Don't hate him!!

His face was so red you couldn't see the heart mark he had anymore.

He says he wasn't looking and that he'll immediately forget on your behalf.

Sitting in class together was a little awkward, but he texts you another big apology and a funny meme

At least you can laugh about it in a few days

Well, you can. Ace won't be.

Deuce Spade

The typical strong breeze many perverts pray for blows by on your way back from Sam's shop: Giving Deuce an eyeful of what’s under your skirt!!

He's shocked.

Mouth hanging open like you grew two heads

He drops whatever he has, fragile or not and tugs gently on your skirt with his hands

"Prefect! You have to be more careful!"

He's only scolding you since he cares about you!!

Respects Women™️

He gives you his uniform jacket to wear around your waist for the rest of your walk.

You notice his ears have gone red...

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Leona Kingscholar

He was borrowing your lap for one of his naps in the garden and turned over... Leona got a peek most would be jealous of once he opened his eyes!!

He's a bit smug at first over being able to see them

He stares juuuuust a little longer... You're his favorite herbivore after all

However, Leona is a prince in a female dominating society

He casually yawns and sits up, looking at you mentioning he's hungry instead of tired now.

His tail is swishing against the ground and he's not looking at you

His face was red, and you noticed!!

"It's nothing."

You won't push for an answer but start to pout knowing he won't tell you

"Just don't let anyone sleep in your lap like I do."

Ruggie Bucchi

You asked Ruggie to use his spell on you, just to see what it was like!! It leads into him doing a cool handstand and you followed... In a skirt.

Is super quick to apologize!!

Please forgive him!!

Is very genuine sounding with his apology and offers to make it up to you by getting you a super delicious sandwich later!!

Has a hard time looking you in the eye, even if you accept his apology

Red faced, he brings you your favorite snacks as a peace offering

Eventually things are back to normal, but the next time he uses his spell on you... He flips your skirt up again.

“Shishishi.~”

You're now wondering if it really was an accident the first time!!

Jack Howl

You and Jack were admiring the cacti in the school garden!! You turned a little too close to a cactus and your skirt was stuck, pulling and revealing what was underneath to the wolf!!

He’s a stuttering mess as you try to pull yourself free.

It just gets worse for you.

He closes his eyes and yanks you free, tearing your skirt in the process.

Damn.

Jack takes off his shirt so that way you’re both even. He doesn’t like being indebted to people!!

This means you saw his massive bazoingas in exchange for him seeing your underwear.

His face is bright red.

His tail is wagging like crazy.

He’s happy he got to see, but in such a scenario was not what he would have envisioned.

He gives you his shirt to wrap around your waist and he escorts you all the way back to your dorm to change

His tail is still wagging.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul and you were on your way to the library to study together! You dropped something and bent over to grab it… He saw what’s under your skirt!

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Was not expecting to see under your skirt so easily!!

Awkwardly clears his throat while pretending he didn’t see what he saw

Sweating mess now

You ask him why he looks as if he’s been boiled alive due to how red he is.

He claims it’s just an octopus thing.

Studying is silent and he’s not sure if you know that he knows…

Has a conspiracy he made up in his head that you plan to use the sight of your panties against him.

He’s unusually nice to you until you ask him what’s his deal.

He beats around the bush in order to tell you. And of course politely apologizes.

Floyd Leech

Floyd was in one of his ‘moods’ and noticed your skirt was shorter than he thought. With just the slight movement he swears he can see just the hemline. Oh well. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

“Ehhh? So this is what Shrimpy wears?”

He’s already lifting your skirt to see your underwear.

Feel free to scold him and bat his hands away!!

He doesn’t see what the big deal is. Everyone wears underwear!! At least, they should at school

Floyd decides he likes how you react to him purposefully peeking and makes a game out of it

“Shrimpy is wearing teal today!”

After he announces his guess, he’ll try and see if he’s right

He usually is oddly enough.

Feel free to scold him some more, tell on him to Jade and Azul, or shock him by demanding to see what he’s wearing instead.

Jade Leech

Jade is showing you his collection of mushrooms! His favorites!! Ends up knocking over a small spray bottle of plant food and kneels down to grab it, getting a perfect view of what’s under your skirt!!

"Ah."

He isn’t usually caught off guard but now you got him

Give yourself a point for it!!

You aren’t sure why he’s looking up at you with such big eyes and you call out his name

He’s quiet as he gets back to his feet and is holding the spray bottle in an iron grip, so tight the bottle might burst in his fist!!

His ears looked red as he explained he thought he saw a spider crawling on you

He helps you spin around to check for ‘spiders’ and to get them off of you!!

After introducing you to his mushrooms he suggests that you should look into a longer skirt for the upcoming season. They are quite fashionable these days compared to shorter ones.

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim

During a quiet dinner party he wants to show you his magic carpet afterward!! He zips past you, flipping up your skirt and floats back over with a red face.

He didn’t mean to do that!! He just wanted to show you how fast he was!!

He’s ready to start crying now, and apologize with a very heavy bag of gold you couldn’t possibly carry back to your dorm…

“Now you can’t get married! I’m so sorry!”

You have to gently explain to Kalim it’s not the end of the world even though you are a bit embarrassed over him seeing them

He tries lightening the mood by telling you they looked good on you!!

Jamil will scold him later

Jamil Viper

You and Jamil were cooking together!! Unfortunately you had a loose shoelace and tripped!! And your undergarments were exposed!!

It takes him a moment to compose himself after seeing what he saw

It was just you in the kitchen and he quickly helps you to your feet

He's pulling his hood over his face and you feel concerned, did something happen?!

You try getting answers from him but he refuses to answer, unless you had a way to hypnotize him into honesty, you'll never get your answer.

After the incident, Jamil is as prone to sticking to your side as he does with Kalim!!

You're both such a handful...

Pomfiore

Vil Schoenheit

You were helping Vil with the film studies club after hours since he needed some help. Be honored Spudling!! Upon turning on a large fan, the breeze caused your skirt to flip up!!

You’re so careless with your clothing!!

Honestly… Thank goodness it was just you two in the club. Not even Rook was here yet!!

He quickly smooths your skirt out for you as the fan was shut off, at least the breeze was as strong as he needed it to be.

He wanted to tell you your underwear didn’t flatter you at all, but refrained

He wasn’t supposed to be looking anyway!!

As an apology he offers his advice for things you could wear in order to prevent such a malfunction from ever happening again!!

He ends up taking you out to shop with him… And maybe pick some underwear that suits you much better than what he managed to see

Rook Hunt

Rook was watching you through a window!! You had a free period and decided to try and climb one of the apple trees!! However you fell, exposing your behind to the watchful hunters gaze!!

Such a naughty way of getting his attention!!

Rook meets up with you later and is dropping hints about what he thought you were trying to do.

You're so confused... You just wanted an apple...

He realizes your little fall wasn't as intentional as he thought.

You had never expected to live long enough to see Rook blush!! What was he talking about.

He quietly explains that he managed to see a very pretty shade of whatever color was under your skirt today.

At least he was honest, but great, now you're both embarrassed in the hallway...

Epel Femier

Epel was taking you through his dorm for you both to have a cram session for an upcoming test. He was so excited to hang out with you that he ended up tripping over his own dorm uniform… And landed right were he could see up your skirt as you fussed over him…

Part of him feels like this is a major milestone in his life as a young man

He’s silent, partially from being dizzy and also to process you haven’t noticed where his gaze was

Only when you helped him up did his cheeks start turning red.

He won’t tell you he saw them as you went back to his dorm.

You assumed he was just embarrassed from falling that’s why he was red during the rest of your studying

That’s not why

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

You and Idia were playing video games and you had yet to change out of your uniform since you just came right over!! He asks you to pass him something, and crawling over on your hands and knees… Idia gets to see under your skirt!!

No way.

This stuff only happens in anime and Ecchi games!!

Not to a shut in like him!!

His hair has already turned pink and he’s looking away from you.

Should he say something?!

Before he gets the chance you’re already handing him the thing he asked for.

You ask him why his hair is pink and what happened to your game, you guys lost the co-op level!!

He’s stuttering and you don’t manage to get an answer out of him…

Ortho Shroud

Idia installed him with a software that auto-censors stuff like that.

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia

You and Malleus were walking together to admire the gargoyles!! You leaned over the stone dividers to get a better look, and far too much was revealed to Malleus!!

He’s silent.

Dearest Child of Man, was this purposeful??

A courting ritual to show off such a thing to a potential mate??

Either way, he’s not going to make a big scene.

He walks behind you and gently tugs your skirt down.

“Please be careful when you bend. Unless, that was your intention?”

You have no clue what he’s talking about!! But you apologize and assure him you’ll be more careful!!

Malleus will confide in Lilia later on what happened.

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia wanted to play a little prank on you!! You’re too cute not to pick on!! He tried creeping up on you, reaching out to grab you, but instead, a slip of the hand from you turning to face him caused him to tug your skirt down.

"Oh my..."

The tips of his ears had gone red and he quickly backed away

You're locked in an awkward staring contest

You've never seen Lilia so frazzled, you feel like this was a win-lose!!

Lilia is quick to apologize and explain he wanted to startle you, but that wasn't in the stars to happen if he instead saw your undergarments!!

He makes you some apology cookies later!!

Don't eat the apology cookies...

Silver

You had found Silver under a tree asleep after being tasked to find him. You called out his name and watched him open his eyes...

"I saw it..."

You're not sure what he's talking about but you decided to gently scold him. He shouldn't just sleep anywhere!!

He's still staring off and you feel frustrated that he might not be listening to you.

"The color... Is cute..."

He's already drifting back to sleep.

What is he even talking about!?!?!?

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek was in the middle of scolding you for something you didn't care to hear. Unfortunately, karma's a bitch and there was another pesky breeze to show off what was under your skirt!!

Oh Great Seven!!

He had gone so red in the face you thought he might've gotten instant sunburn

You were fixing your skirt back into place as Sebek was frozen where he stood

You'll have to get Lilia to help him, you trying to check on him makes him malfunction even more

Maybe he'll think twice about the setting and what your attire is next time he plans to scold you

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astraystayyh · 3 months

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Hi, I'm sorry for the long rant, I'm too scared to come off anon, but I really need someone to share this thoughts

Hyunnie is such a lover, a hopeless romantic, a precious little ferret, I just can't😭

"And if you don’t know love, I will make the best of us. And if you know so much, Why don’t you give me love"

"It’s okay to sell me some pain, love me"

Like babe, slow down will you?😭

And how he keeps thanking stays for loving him and asking stays to keep loving him in the long run (still can't get over the clip where he literally cried while asking stays to not leave them). Coming on bubble regularly to share about his little adventure or TMI to stay. Sharing his arts and telling us some behind stories about them.

For the members, on their vlog, where he said everything would be fine as long as they are together as 8. He also mentioned how he didn't like skinship but on the group contents, he's somehow always attached on the hips with the members. One thing I noticed whenever he filmed 2 kids room with another member, most of the time (if not always) he sat really close to them to the point their legs touched. He even laid on innie's lap throughout the whole episode.

Yk whenever those post about which members you wouldn't date, my first mind would always come to him. Don't get me wrong, it's just... he's too precious. I'm afraid I would hurt him. Or wouldn't be able to fulfill his expectations about love and relationship.

I hope happiness will always be with him

Thank you for reading my long thoughts. Have a nice day!

hiiii bb please dont ever apologize for long rants THEY ARE ALWAYS MORE THAN WELCOME,,, especially sweet ones like this 😭😭😭😭

he isssss it’s like his atoms are bound by love he’s so so lovely he makes me wanna cry 😭😭😭 « if you dont know love ill make the best of us » is the equivalent of ill love you enough for the both of us to me AND IT MAKES ME WANNA WEEEEP,,, his song was so so beautiful i agree 😭😭😭 he needs to slow down with the romantic lyrics like wdym « i feel your scent it came to me as my own breath » HOLYYYUHHHHHHH

stop this will make me cry :((( he’s such a pure angel and his love for stays is so genuine,, u can FEEL it in the way he talks to and about stays and the way he looks at them 🥹 he deserves ALL the love in our world

anddd yesss 😭😭😭 i think spending time with each other everyday makes them so so comfortable with one another and it’s so so endearing to see,, PLEASE NEVER SEPARATE THEM

wahhh i never thought of that perspective :,)) it reminds me of the whole « i’d rather die first because i can’t bear losing you » vs « i’d rather die last because i don’t want you to go through the pain of losing me » 😭😭😭 he is too precious i agree, and his view of love is so beautiful i would too be afraid to taint it,, but im greedy so id rather love him and do everything to make sure i’ll love him right, i think it’ll come very easily to me 😭😭😭😭

thank youuu for sharing your thoughts with me 🥹 this was a very heartwarming read hehe

#sahar's.asks <3

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dajaregambler · 2 years

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HeliosR - Gast Adler Card story ‘‘Little Fireworks Display’’ (full)

Translation of Gast Adler’s #Photooftheday card story from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Includes all three parts in one post.

Part 1

Victor: --And that’s all I had to share.

Victor: Tomorrow is scheduled to be a day off. And since there is no instruction to be on stad-by, you can spend the day as freely as you please.

Gast: Hell yeah, time to kick back and relax♪

Marion: It’s indecent to celebrate that.

Gast: Aah, m’bad. Blurted that out ‘cuz we’ve been so busy lately, with intensive training on top of it

Ren: Training is something you ought to do everyday.

Gast: Won’t deny that but, aren’t you happy ‘bout takin’ it easy? Y’know, like being let to sleep in all you want in the morning?

Ren: ….I don't indulge in such things.

Gast: Alright, alright. I’ll take note to wake you up in the mornin’ then

Gast: Actually, what’cha guys gonna do tomorrow? How ‘bout hitting up town to go see some fireworks if none of you got any plans?

Victor: Fireworks?

Gast: Yeah. Tomorrow’s the yearly tradition of that big ol’ fireworks festival in Little Tokyo

Gast: The fellas can’t go this year due to some circumstances. So I thought, hey maybe the team could tag along instead and all… how ‘bout it?

Marion: We’re replacements, in other words

Ren: You’d be better off asking Akira

Gast: Hold on, it ain’t like I’m tryin’ to fill in the gaps…!

Gast: Watchin' fireworks while having a nice meal with the team doesn’t hurt once in a while, yeah? Call it an extra to the dinner party♪

Ren: ….I don’t like crowds.

Marion: I sit down to enjoy the fireworks each year, except that it’s together with Nova and the others on the Tower roof.

Victor: The detonation of gunpowder is quite nice, however observing the luminescence of substance is equally as enjoyable.

Gast: Uh, uh-huh. And there’s your typical answers from everyone…

Gast: Hmmm… Had been lookin’ forward to it every year, but guess I’ll call it quits this time around

Marion: ….Stop pouting. It’s making us look like the bad guys here.

Marion: I have no qualms with you joining our fireworks-watching party, if you’d like to see from the roof.

Gast: Eh…. You sure!?

Marion: Only because of how pitiable you looked there. Besides, it makes Nova happies when there’s some more company…

Marion: Which reminds me Victor, he should’ve invited you already, yeah?

Victor: Indeed he did. Since there’s no research in particular which requires urgent attention, I accepted his offer.

Marion: Sigh… In that case then Ren should join us too.

Ren: Eh…

Marion: Not as mere freeloaders though. You’ll all help with preparations.

Ren: I-it’s not like I-

Gast: Sure! I know more than enough to make this fireworks party a blast, so leave it up to me♪

Victor: East was crowded no matter where we went, however it looks like there’s even more people in Little Tokyo.

Gast: It’s because of all the stalls gathered together in different areas in the spirit of the fireworks festival.

Gast: Look, there’s hotdogs, tacos, hamburgers. Not to forget yakisoba and candy apples from Japan, all typical to Little Tokyo

Marion: ….Why is that one stall selling skewered cucumbers?

Gast: Sure got impact, don’t it. They say it’s pickled cucumber on sticks, some kind of Japanese-style gherkins.

Marion: ….I was wondering why it’s only offering that though.

Gast: There’s even more people now. Oi, don’t get separated from us, you hear me Ren?

Gast: Ren…?

Part 2

Ren: …..

Stall owner: Oh, ya got some good eyes there, young man~ As ya can see we make our baby castellas in the shape of kitties. All homemade specialities.

Ren: Baby castella?

Stall owner: Type of sweets that’s a staple for stalls back in Japan. They’re sweet ‘n tasty, lemme tell ya

Ren: Sweet, huh…

Gast: Lil’ cat-shaped cakes? I see, that’s what you’re into

Ren: ……..!

Gast: You were completely captivated by ‘em… We almost left you behind, y’know?

Gast: So, you want one?

Ren: I-it’s not like I want one…

Marion: Huh, cat-shaped castellas. Jacqueline would be happy with these.

Gast: Pops, gimme two of those castellas

Stall owner: Comin’ right up!

Ren: …You know I won’t eat it?

Gast: But do you want one, yeah? I’ll eat ‘em instead.

Ren: Don’t you dare. That’s a crime.

Gast: Okay, now you’re exaggerating…

Gast: Yakisoba, fried chicken, frankfurters, cotton candy and candied apples. Awright, we bought all kinds of stuff.

Marion: Was it necessary to buy all of this? Jack’s also preparing delicious food.

Gast: Well, that’s true but still-

Gast: With this is ain’t if it’s good or bad, but rather ‘bout that charm of savoring that festival feel, like it’ll taste delicious when watchin' the fireworks

Marion: ….I don’t quite understand.

Gast: S’all good♪ You’ll totally get it once you had a bite

Victor: ……

Ren: Victor, what are you looking at?

Victor: They’re selling sparkles over there, yes?

Gast: Oh, they are. That night shop sells all kinds of fireworks

Gast: Been a while since I’ve seen some sparklers. Akira shrugged them off as boring so we didn’t get to play around with ‘em

Ren: He only cares for the flashy ones because he’s an idiot

Ren: ….Will and I liked the sparklers but, Akira would toss them away.

Gast: Haha, expected no different from him.

Gast: Anyway, Doc, you familiar with sparklers? They oughta only sell these here in Little Tokyo

Victor: Well, it’s merely that I happen to know what they are by chance. It’s the first time seeing the genuine article.

Gast: I see…

Victor: Fireworks are originally something made out of combining gunpowder and fine powder from metal. The beauty we’re able to see is the result from the science behind flame reactions.

Victor: How about I give you a little demonstration at the laboratory next time, if you’re interested?

Gast: Aah… haha, if there’s ever a moment for it, yeah

Marion: Hey, no lectures in the middle of a busy street. Let’s go back to the Tower if we're done shopping

Gast: Ah, right. It wouldn’t be good to let everyone wait for--

Jack: Emergency, emergency.

Gast: Uh-oh, what’s this?

Jack: This message is for the heroes assigned to the North Sector.

Jack: There has been a discovery of substance within a facility listed for demolition. Heroes possible for deployment are requested to head over to the scene. I repeat-

Gast: Substance, eh… Should we head over there? Even though we’re in the middle of our break.

Marion: Obviously. The fact that we got contacted despite it being our day off indicates there’s a shortage of help.

Victor: Then let us be on our way to collect the substance.

Gast: Haha, Doc’s rarin' to go

Ren: We can’t be late

Gast: Yea---- Wait, Ren, that’s the wrong way!

Part 3

Gast: ---The reaction came from ‘round these parts, huh

Marion: Quit the distractions. There’s a possibility Eclipse is on the scene, get it together or I’ll knock that easy-going mood right out of you.

Gast: Alright, alright, I got’cha

Victor: How unfortunate, Gast.

Gast: It’s fine. I was really looking forward to seein' fireworks with everyone though

Victor: I see… Still, it is our duty to protect the festival goers.

Gast: Yeah, no changing that…

Gast: Thanks, Doc♪ Alright, gonna swoop that substance right up for the safety of the citizens!

Ren: …..What are we going to do with the yakisoba and everything else?

Gast: It all got cold, eh. Let’s put it on a big plate and warm it back up.

Gast: The fireworks might be over but we can still eat the stuff we bought

Marion: I’ll go ahead and call Nova and the others over. Since it looks like you waited without eating anything yet.

Gast: Okay. We’ll bring out some more plates then.

Ren: Where’s Victor?

Gast: ? You’re right, he ain’t here. Isn’t he holed up in his lab since we collected that substance?

Marion: Geez, that guy… I’ll call out to him too after going to Nova’s.

Ren: Victor?

Victor: Could everyone head over to the roof in 30 minutes?

Gast: The roof? We were about to eat the stall food we bought though…

Victor: Will it not be lackluster with no fireworks to enjoy?

Gast: I mean, yeah it will but… The festival’s done and over already, right?

Victor: Indeed. That’s why I’ve prepared some sparklers instead.

Gast: Huh?

Ren: Did you buy some earlier from that one place?

Victor: No, I made them myself.

Gast: You MADE them…!?

Victor: Yes. We had all the needed ingredients at the research department, and with Nova’s help we mass-produced some using machinery.

Gast: I-is it something that easy to make or?

Victor: It wasn’t difficult at all. While trial and error is indispensable, I believe it can be roughly replicated.

Gast: Right…. You’re somethin' else, Doc

Victor: And thus I would like all of you to gather on the roof of the Tower in 30 minutes.

Jacqueline: Jaaack・・・The sparkler went out again・・・

Jack: You have to use sparklers gently. Geeently, very gently.

Jacqueline: I’m holding it geeently~

Nova: Sorry, Jacqueline. I was too absorbed into reproducing them, it would’ve been better to work on the durability instead~

Nova: Alright, next time I’m definitely making sparklers that won’t go out at all… Huh?

Nova: Jacqueline, look at Ren-kun’s sparkler. It’s sparkling all prettily~

Ren: ….Don’t stare at me

Jacqueline: Wow, it’s super pretty!! Ren-chama, you’re amazing~♪

Ren: ………

Marion: Jacqueline, want to give it one more shot? We’ll hold it together this time around.

Jacqueline: Yes-nano! We’ll show Papa some pretty fireworks~♪

Nova: Ahaha. I believe in you, Jacqueline

Gast: Thanks, Doc

Victor: ….What are you thanking me for?

Gast: Well, it’s thanks to you that everyone could enjoy some fireworks

Victor: I simply lent out a hand in order to enjoy our scheduled day off.

Gast: Haha, if you say so♪ Then, wanna do one more thing for me?

Victor: What may that be?

Gast: I’d like for you to also enjoy the fireworks♪

Victor: …Fufu, very well.

#heliosR #helios rising heroes #gast adler #victor valentine #marion blythe #ren kisaragi

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ofademonicpersuasion · 8 months

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So here’s an original (and very personal) piece I wrote a few years back for a creative writing assignment. Below it is an updated version after having a few years to reflect on (or entirely forget) these people.

A Brief History of My Failed Attempts at Love

I first met her in my seventh-grade math class. I’m not sure how we got onto the topic, but I remember us joking about taking shots of hot sauce. I didn’t see her much after that until the eighth grade. Not only did we have the same math class, we were sat next to each other. She very promptly told me she was bisexual and explained what that meant. I didn’t really care- she was sweet to me and so beautiful. We soon became inseparable, the best of friends really. I remember all the times she would cry into my shoulders, my shirt soaking up her tears. The muffled sobs against the damp spot, the smell of coconut oil in her soft, fluffy hair in my face. I remember the day she asked me to be her girlfriend. The only day I was ever happy in P.E. I remember blasting my sad music a couple hours later when she texted me saying she wasn’t ready and that we should just stay friends.

She’s still my best friend and for the longest time, she was my only motivation to get out of bed in the morning. When someone becomes your entire reason for living, it’s hard not to fall in love with them. Too bad she has an affinity for men.

I remember the weird stares we got at movie night, curled into each other watching the inflatable screen. After the movie I walked out to the parking lot with her, looking up into her eyes, asking her to be my girlfriend. The next few times I saw her were intensely uncomfortable. She was my first kiss unfortunately. Sloppy, wet, reeking of peanut butter. That smell repulsed me for months afterward.

She was a friend of a friend. A softball player, short blonde hair, cute smile. I really liked her, but not long enough to love her. She broke up with me the week after my grandfather died.

I got her number at school one day. We texted occasionally but she did not seem interested, so I took the hint.

I asked her to be my girlfriend with a silver knot chain bracelet. Turns out she was allergic to silver. I should’ve taken that as an omen really. I fell head over heels for her, imagined my wedding day with her. We drifted apart though and one night after I left her house, she drunkenly texted me, “I just want it to be over.”

A Brief History of My Failed Attempts at Love 2.0

I haven’t thought of her in years. It’s all quite funny to me actually. I hope she’s well, but chances are that’s not the case.

We haven’t had a real conversation in over two years. I still see her in my dreams occasionally, but it’s never pleasant. Most recently, I saw her in a car wreck. She was okay, we exchanged brief niceties and went our separate ways. I spent much of my morning in a daze after that one. Pictures of her clutter my phone but I just don’t have the heart to delete them. While I’ll always cherish the years we spent together as friends, I don’t love her anymore.

My partner made me peanut butter toast this morning. It’s once again comforting, sweet and smooth, much like them.

We were both young, and I don’t blame her for breaking it off early, though she could’ve waited until after my grandfather was in the ground.

I wish her well.

I wish her hell.

She invited me over and our clothes fell together as the moonlight cut through the curtains. We spent the night, intertwined, impassioned. It was a lovely night, and that’s all it was.

Well that was fun. Thanks to @starry-eyed-darling for encouraging me to post this somewhere.

#number 6 needs more context but that’s been compartmentalized and probably will be for a while #these are all different people btw #it gets better #it will get worse first #my writing #my works #writing #sapphic #queer love

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venusgirltarot · 3 years

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What do they find most attractive about you and what do they want to do to you 18+ — [♡] ;

This will be a shorter and less detailed reading than I usually do. Each message will be short and straight to the point and all readings are included in the same post. If you are interested in my more in depth readings you can find them in my masterlist ♡

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, envision the person you are thinking of and then choose the pile(s) you feel most drawn to.

Pile 1 ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

Pile 1, you may be a Pisces with Leo placements. You have very cute/fairy vibes. You and your person may have the same sun/moon sign. You may have blonde hair and brown eyes. If you’ve posted or sent your person a mirror selfie (specifically in the bathroom) they really like it and probably look at it a lot. They think you look really pretty in it. Your person likes your lips. They may be very plump or pouty. If you wear a nude lip liner/lip stick they really like that. You may wear a lot of blush and they really like that, as well. I’m also seeing freckles and possibly freckles on the back/back dimples that they think are very cute. You have a face that they think is very cute and they like the way you walk. If you have piercings in your ears, they like those as well. You may be very feminine and they really like that about you. They like your voice. It’s very sweet, gentle, and delicate. They may like your moans and whimpers as well. They’re very dominant and like when you’re submissive. They also like finishing on your face/chest. I’m hearing “you look pretty like that” I also keep getting something about feet. It doesn’t necessarily have to be something freaky, they may just think your feet are pretty. I’m hearing “I love every part or you” They could know your family or have gone to dinner with your family. They either already have or would like to tease you when your family is around. They like having control of you and teasing you/making you squirm. They want to use one of those remote control vibrators on you in public and have probably even thought about buying one or talking to you about buying one. They may have even already ordered one. They really like your butt and look at it a lot when you walk. They probably walk behind you on purpose to watch you walk. I’m getting something about the ankles and legs, too. They may like when you wear anklets. Although they like being dominant and in control, they really like when you take control occasionally. They think it’s cute but it also really turns them on. They like when you circle your hips while you’re riding them. They also really like doing it from the back and for you to move back on them. They could be a bit jealous/possessive. Nothing crazy or serious. They just what you and everyone else to know that you’re all theirs.

Box messages: you can do it, 10-completion-world, make you miss me, I know your friends don’t like me, 4-wait think process, you feel like home, sun sign, we never see each other past 10pm, I’ll be back

Song: Let Me Love You - Ariana Grande

Pile 2 ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

Pile 2, your person may be someone you’re in a relationship with or are in separation with or you could have possibly just come back together after being in separation. You may have black hair/short hair and tattoos/piercings and maybe thick thighs. Your person really likes when you wear red lipstick and black or red lingerie. I’m hearing “red is your color” your person is a giver and really likes to make you feel good. They like to watch you while they’re going down on you. You or your person (or both) may have a breeding kink. Your person thinks you look really pretty when you’re sleeping and may wake you up at night to get freaky. They also like when you use toys while you two are intimate. They’re big on giving and receiving and probably like to 69 a lot. If they’re male, they like when you give them oral or use your hands (I’m so sorry for the way I’m describing this 💀) they like to do it from the side a lot, as well. They like spooning you while you two are being intimate. They really like your boobs (if you have boobs) and really like to look at them when you ride them. They may like to listen to music during. They may have a specific playlist for it. They’re big on foreplay and really like making out with you and may grab your butt a lot when you’re making out/cuddling. They also like your stomach/kissing your stomach. They really like going down on you. I’m hearing “your p*ssy is heaven” they really like how you taste and they probably crave you when they’re away/at work. They love giving you whatever you want or need and they like to see how far they can take you. They care more about the experience and the process than they do finishing and they want to make it last as long as possible. I’m hearing “savor every inch of you” they really like your legs, as well.

Box messages: don’t hold yourself back, the best is yet to be, new moon in Libra, September, 10-completion-world, what reminds you of me, 7th house, take that leap and do it, this is meant for you, sun sign

Song: Tonight - Summer Walker

Pile 3 ┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

Pile 3, if your person is a man, they are definitely packing. They like when you ride them. I’m hearing “ride me off into the sunset” 😭😭 and they may be into edging/punishment. They’re more dominant and you may have to ask them if you can use toys/touch yourself etc. they may like cuffing/tying you to the head board or like when you do that to them. They’re really into mutual masturbation. They like watching you pleasure yourself and they like seeing you beg. They may like doing it in the water or shower/bath. They have a very Virgo/Taurus energy about them. If there’s a mess when you two are done, they may clean you/the room up and even wash the sheets and blankets. They’re very freaky in the bedroom but kind, gentle, and caring outside of it. They’ll tie you up, spank you, edge you, etc. and then wake you up with breakfast in bed the next morning. Even if they edge/punish you, they always let you finish in the end and always make sure you’re okay. They would never make you do something outside of your comfort zone. They’re probably more experienced than you are and teach you a lot. They really like that you two can be completely different people in the bedroom than you are in public. You two do whatever you want in private and no one knows about it and they like that. They don’t talk about their sex life. The time you two share alone and what you do in that time stays between you and no one else knows. They like how sweet, kind, and gentle you are. It’s hard to explain but they really like how different you are in public vs the bedroom and they love that their the only one that gets to see that. They don’t ever want anyone else to see you the way only they get to. They really like showing you/guiding you through whatever you two do in the bedroom. They could encourage you a lot when your touching them or giving them oral. Lots of “good girl/boy” “you can take it” “just like that” etc. they’ll also be a big tease. They know what you like and what you want and they’ll give it to you but they may make you wait/beg first.

Box messages: you are supported in this, it’s always been you, you know what you want, we can make this work, 11:11 I still miss you, Virgo Mercury, I’m jealous, what reminds you of me, sweetheart, the best is yet to be, 1st house, Scorpio Venus

Song: Streets - Doja Cat

#free readings #free tarot readings #tarot reader #tarot requests #tarot cards #pac reading #tarot related #tarotblr #collective reading #spirituality #pick a pile #tarot #tarotcommunity #pick a card reading

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lazysimp · 3 years

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may we get some more moments of bull bakugo and cow y/n plz? 🤲

A/N: Sure anon, I hate to say it but I like this AU more than should. These are the features I imagined Bakugou/reader has.

Warnings/tags: cow boy, animal hybrid fic, oral sex, anal sex, male reader, 18+ MDNI

wc: 1.3k

How Bull Bakugou reacts to you being taken away

In the weeks following Bakugou first claiming the two of you had never been separated longer than a few minutes. He was obsessed, always keeping you within arms reach until today.

After a long night of fun, the two of you curled up under his favorite tree enjoying the breeze on a hot day. This is how most of your days were spent. In the distance, you could hear the sound of the metal machines coming closer but you had nothing to worry about, the humans only ever dropped off food or new friends. But today their plan seemed to change.

The black metal machine stopped a little distance away and two humans stepped out, one was holding some strange stick and the other a large cloth bag.

You looked down to your sleeping boyfriend and wondered if you should wake him, maybe he would know what to do, but before you could try to do anything a sharp prick jabbed into your thigh.

You look down to see a small shiny tube sticking out of your thigh with a bright feather on its top. Before you could warn Bakugou, one of the tubes stuck his thigh, shocking him awake, but it was too late. Whatever they did to you already had you falling into darkness, listening to the bellow of rage as Bakugou realized too late what was happening.

Your groggy eyes opened a few hours later, you take a quick survey of your surroundings and realize they must have taken you back to the main barn. Being a hybrid you don’t get many interactions with humans, both species usually choosing to leave the other in peace.

The door to your pin opened and a farmer with green hair opened the door, you smile with relief. He had been one of the humans you used to see when you lived in the barn.

“Sorry to disturb your rest little one,” he mumbled, opening up a small case. “You are due for a couple of shots and a quick checkup just to make sure you are healthy.”

You nod, relieved. Checkups, when you lived near the main barn, were common. You hoped they told Bakugou what was going on.

The kind farmer’s hands expertly delivered your shots and took a few vitals before leading you back to the metal machine. You waved bye as the farmhand drove back to the pasture, back to Bakugou.

But the scene you return to was nothing you were expecting. The fence surrounding the grass field was all but in ruins. The strong wood posts having been ripped from the ground. The metal feeding pin that held hay was lying in pieces around the field. You look around trying to see if a storm had come through only to see the cause of all the damage.

Bakugou was rushing towards the truck, fury etched on his face as he prepared to ram it. The farmhand quickly opened the door keeping you inside and gently pushes you out before rushing away.

You don’t even have time to look up before he is on top of you, rubbing his hands over your skin. You try to get out a few words, to reassure him you were fine, but he was not listening. His frantic eyes inspected every inch of your skin, making sure the humans had not done something to you.

Once his eyes slowed to meet you you give him a soft smile, trying to show him that you were ok, but he needed more. His heart was racing, since he had woken up with you, not by his side he had been on a rampage. Anything that had been in his path was now rubble. Despite now having you safe in his arms, adrenaline was still pumping through him.

Not waiting another minute his hand clamps around your neck, gently pushing your back to the ground.

You spread open your knees, already knowing what he had planned. His mouth was on you in seconds, taking your cock deep into his mouth. You let out a small whine, already overwhelmed. Bakugou had made it his life's mission to find exactly what made you tick. He spent hours teasing your sweet body, watching silently as you wither around, taking mental notes at what moves made you crazy.

If you thought he was good before, he was a god now. Sucking your cock into his mouth with the exact pressure he knew would drive you higher. He did not bother to open your with his fingers, he knew your ass would still be stretched from the night before.

It only took a few more lashes of his tongue before your legs clamped together around his head. He moaned on your cock, enjoying the feel of your soft thighs around his head.

When your body stops trembling he pries open your knees, keeping them open as his cock lined up with your entrance. You are too dazed from your orgasm to do anything but lie there as he slowly sinks into your heat.

You both groan at the sensation of him entering you, the burn of the stretch only making the pleasure feel more intense.

He does not give you time to adjust before he is running into you, his heavy balls hitting your skin with each deep thrust. His deep grunts filled your ears, telling you how much he loved being inside you, filling you up with his cum.

A tightness starts to grow in your lower abdomen, like a rope slowing twisting, building tension with each thrust. Your legs started to tremble around him, the muscles quivering with anticipation.

You were already so close, you just needed a little bit more. But Bakugou was not going to let you off that easy. Changing the angle of his thrusts until the tightness loosened. You let out a cry of protest, wanting that feeling to return.

"Beg," he growled into your ear, "Beg if you want to cum on my cock."

You wanted to have outraged, to yell at him and demand more. Instead, your pretty lips opened to say, "Please Bakugou, please let me cum on your cock."

His hips shifted again, his thrusts now hitting the pleasure spot inside your ass. "More," he groaned, "Beg me for more."

"Bakugou," you cry, losing the ability to think, "Please, I really need to cum, please let me cum. I'll be a good boy I promise, please just let me cum."

"A good boy hm? What does my good boy want me to do?" he panted, his thrusts growing sloppier.

"My cock," you babble, barely coherent, "Please play with my cock."

His lips press themselves on your forehead, wordlessly rewarding your words as his hand slipped down your body, settling on your straining cock. Your body jolts as fingers rub across the head of your cock, spreading the precum that had accumulated.

His strong finger surrounded your cock, stroking the tender skin in time with his thrusts. It was enough. With a silent scream, the rope inside you released, sending you spiraling.

You could not control your body as convulsions traveled through you, making every muscle tense. Bakugou watched his hard work pay off before your clenching hole finally pushed him over the edge. A low groan left his lips as he spilled inside you, his balls twitching as he filled you to the brim with his cum.

He does not bother to pull his cock out as he lifts you into his arms, holding your chest to chest as he carries you back to his tree. Having you filled with his cum finally allowed him to calm down enough to realize why you had been taken but he did not regret destroying everything around him. Humans needed to know who you belonged to the next time they try to take you away.

#bakugou thirst #mha thirsts #bnha thirst #bakugou x male reader #bakugou thirsts

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ohmysparkle · 3 years

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🎀 Plush Baby 🎀

[Pairing] Minho (Stray Kids) x chubby Reader

[Genre] Smut

[Word Count] 4.4K

[Warnings] NSFW, smut, body insecurities

[NSFW Content] Vanilla sex, raw sex, soft soft soft (male) domination, PIV, oral (fem. receiving), body worship.

[Note] This piece was originally posted on my old account as a request. It has been edited and rewritten.

Also, I like my girls how I like my cats: soft, purring, jiggly. Just sleeping all day, occasionally meowing, being cute.

[Edit - Note 2] I remember the original request asking for a chubby reader, and my reply was that I hoped that all of my writing as inclusive enough that any reader could feel themselves represented in that scenario. I know we all have drastically different physical characteristics - but we are all beautiful. The tiny, fit little waist on one girl is as beautiful and sensual as the soft, plush and pillowy belly of another. We can all be recognized as beautiful and sexy and desired - and we should feel that way. But I wrote (and rewrote) this request with extra care because I wanted to shower some love on all chubby, full figured, plus, fat, curvy readers and I hope I do some justice to your beautiful bodies. 💕

🎀 🎀 🎀 🎀 🎀 🎀 🎀 🎀 🎀

You’re laying on his bed, in nothing but a set of plain undies. The white panties are so thin he feels he can almost make out the delicate folds that decorate your vulva, and if you only spread them a little further he’d be so proud if he saw a little wet and sticky stain on them, making them stick to your skin. Your hands are gripping each other, as you try to sink yourself onto the bed, somehow shielding yourself in your shyness, but all it does is force your arms to push your breasts together. He sighs in delight as he takes in your body, every curve, every soft fold and pocket of flesh, every supple crest.

A soft and warm, plush goddess before his eyes, on his bed, just at his fingertips…

He’s been dreaming of the day he’d be able to see you like this, and he’s been coaxing you day by day; making sure you’re comfortable with him, letting you know he thinks you’re beautiful, assuring you that any intimacy with him would be about your pleasure and his efforts to lay all his love on you.

His kisses were always more than just kisses, he’d do everything to reassure you, let you know how he felt. Every profession of how beautiful he found you was deep and genuine - and sometimes he felt like he was healing a precious little wounded animal that had been scarred by the cruel words of past lovers.

You’ve been shy, and insecure. He understands, but it breaks his heart a little because he just wants you to bask in confidence and find yourself as beautiful as he does. If only you could see yourself with his eyes, he thinks…

If only you could understand the desire he feels… from the moment he saw you. Your cute rounded cheeks, expressive and squishy. The beautiful way your thighs would move as you walked, his eyes traveling up whatever skirt you wore, thinking about the plush and bouncy bum underneath. How your breasts spilled so beautiful when you moved around, especially when you lay on your back and your cleavage would become so accentuated in any top you wore. The softness at your waist, supple and warm… he couldn’t resist pinching at a little pocket of fat in your back or your hip whenever he hugged you, despite you hating it at first, thinking he was teasing you.

But he wasn’t… he wouldn’t tease you in that way. He’s only tease you in a loving and playful manner. If only you could understand how pretty you were in his eyes.

It has taken time, for him to chip away at your walls. Sometimes he got carried away in you, wanting to use all of his tricks to have you wet and weakened to his whim, because the thought of touching, kissing, fucking you was too much. He’d impatiently shiver at the thought alone.

But it wasn’t just about what he wanted - because he wouldn’t want it if you didn’t, and he wouldn’t enjoy it unless you did twice as much. He could see something, hesitation, or fear perhaps, always lingering behind your eyes. He knows how you sometimes shielded those insecurities with smiles, but your body would freeze and tense…

So many things you needed time to heal. Every glance from a stranger toward him and you would have you second guessing, or when a girl would try to flirt with him you’d be completely dejected. And he’s kiss it all away, drown your thoughts out with soft words. Again and again, no matter how many times. It would tire anyone out.

He’s been so patient, he’s always patient for you. Gladly, happily patient. He knows when to let you take the lead and set the pace, or when you need him to encourage you and guide you. And now, to finally have you here on his bed, body laying beneath his… well, the months long effort has borne fruits.

He sits beside you, looking down at you, lost in admiration. He’s eating you up with his eyes, staring down at every curve and dip along your body. You don’t know if it’s good or bad, and your hands are bunched up, tense against your chest as your chin rests over them. He worries you’re feeling doubtful, but for a moment his eyes are lost in your figure and he doesn’t notice. From some angles, his eyes seem so sharp and intimidating, but the feeling in them is tender and comforting, just like the look of worry he casts you once he notices your tension.

Minho gently takes your hands in his, separating their tight grip and kiss omg the knuckles on each one before guiding each area to rest at your side.

“Just relax, baby girl…” he hushes. His voice… you feel it make you shiver, running deep within you. It’s deep, soothing, almost like a purr - but he’s so much less harmless than those kitties he loves… It’s a mix between being stalked by a predator, making you feel small and fearful, and being comforted and lulled by a strong presence that blankets you.

You try relax, and tense little huffs of breath leave you. He knows you’re having a hard time so he decides to reassure you one last time before asking if you want to continue.

“Baby girl…” he whispers after leaning closer to you, clicking his tongue, the tip of his nose almost brushing your temple, “you’re beautiful, I adore you, and I think everything about you is beautiful. I’m going to treat you like a princess and I promise I’ll make you feel good, but we won’t do that if you’re not comfortable first, ok?”

You gulp and nod, and the next deep breath you take does dissolve tension a bit. Your mind is made up, you’re absolutely sure, but still you feel the slightest bit afraid to say so… Minho is so, so, perfect, and protective and doting. You logically know he won’t do anything wrong, that he’d never hurt you - so why are you so terrified of all of this?

“I want to. Just… slowly, ok?” You finally say, and he smiles at you with pride - pride in you for being comfortable with the prospect of intimacy, and your trust in him. Pride in himself knowing he’s made you comfortable… it makes you smile too.

Minho begins as he had always dreamed of doing with you. His fingers dance with anticipation before he dares dip them against your flesh. He leans down to press a kiss to your forehead before commencing to roam his hands all over your body.

He gently grips the flesh of your thighs and hips, while leaning down to kiss the tops of your breasts as the spill out from the cups of your bra. You begin to sigh and sink in relaxation. He lets his palms lightly glide over the skin, feeling so soft and powdery, your hairs there velvety, peach-like…

“So beautiful baby, so soft, you feel perfect…” he says with a pinching squeeze of the mound of flesh at your waist that pokes out from the waistband of your underwear. It makes you whine a little bit he rubs it with the heat in his palm to soothe the sting. It’s with these little pains, the pinches, the digging of his fingers into your mounds of plumpness, and then the soft massages and tender touches, that he gets you to melt.

Your legs seem to naturally spread for him, and now his free hand roams between the softness of your inner thighs. Now, that by far, was the tenderest thing he had ever touched, and to think he’d soon be burying himself within them… He kneads them, enjoying the jiggly feeling of them in his hands and how perfectly his finger dug into the almost powdery flesh. So, so soft. Handfuls of supple, warm and jiggly fat for him to feel and play with. He looks at how he moves your flesh about, how voluptuous and sensual it all looks…

You deserve a kiss there, he thinks. You can’t deny that he’s relaxed you to such a point that your body melds in accordance to his manipulation. Your legs spread and he grunts a bit at the warmth that radiates off of you and the slight scent of your arousal through your panties. He digs his face into one of your thighs, nudging it, until he latches his lips on to a particularly soft nook of flesh and sucks. The hiss that leaves you makes his cock twitch, and he’s in awe at how well your thigh mends against his mouth as he sucks, and how sweet your skin tastes when he runs his tongue over it.

How is it possible that this plush, voluptuous angel belongs to him? He is drunk on the kisses and sucks and licks that he gives to that one thigh, and when you begin to shake him off one leg, he moves on to the other. He wants to keep kissing, but he also just wants to melt into you, your pillowy figure being too perfect for him.

At some point, his hands begin to travel back upwards, and he hooks his fingers under your high waisted underwear to slip them down to your hips, leaving your cunt clothed but exposing your tummy. Minho begins to grope at the flesh there, massaging and munching it together, pressing his hands into every inch of your skin, and he’s looking down at you.

It’s ticklish, or maybe you feel it tickles because you’re nervous, or because that’s a part of yourself you’ve always thought should be covered or avoided, left completely unacknowledged despite its exposure. Yet Minho… his eyes, the way he touched you; it all showed genuine love and arousal.

You had feared this moment for so long, but you didn’t feel scared now. Not with the way he was looking at you and touching you, not with the way he was making you feel; beautiful, sexy, attractive. It’s what you were, and he felt that way too. He grabs at your waist, digging his hands roughly into the mounds in your abdomen and he presses his entire body against you. Slowly, Minho leans down for a kiss to your pretty lips as he grinds against one of your thighs.

“My sweet girl… please tell me you want us to keep going… please.” He begs.

“Yes.” Is all you can reply after rewarding his mouth with your whimpers.

Minho leans back on his thighs as he tore his shirt off, providing you with the sight of his defined torso. Chiseled, sharp, masculine - not a line of softness in him. The two of you are exact opposites and it makes it all the better for how your two figures complement the touch and feeling of the other. He dives back in, kissing along your soft belly, up towards your bra and between your breast, until finally he’s back at your mouth. His body lays on you, and while you feel firm and detailed flesh, he relishes in the plushness of your body and how it seems to embrace him. He rubs his own pecs over the lace of your bra, stimulating his pretty brown nipples, and he groans into your mouth. Your response is to roll your hips upward, against the erection that’s growing inside of his sweatpants.

“Minho, I want you - anything, I can’t wait anymore…” you plead while pushing him off. You begin to take your bra off, and he removes his pants and briefs in one go, revealing his hardening cock under a tuft of trimmed dark hair. You’re desperate now, and confident too, and you lay back to peel your own underwear off.

Fuck, the way you cunt is nestled between your plump thighs and soft abdomen, your lips peaking from your protruding vulva. His mouth is watering, and despite his reservations about being gentle and not startling you, he’s quick to grab your ankles and press your legs apart so he can burry is face in your pussy. He doesn’t have an ounce of control left because the sight of you has made him but a stupid animal.

He presses a firm kiss to your musky and moistened lips, inhaling sharply at that scent he’s sure would drive any man to the point of insanity. They’re just slightly tacky and they stick to his lips in the most pleasant way until the fluids of your arousal start to spread about and mix with his saliva, making everything glide more easily. He’s moaning and grunting against you and it makes you feel so aroused that you feel yourself pulsating within. He licks your lips, lathering them up with his saliva, he sucks at your clit.

Long strokes of his tongue run over your labia, his hands massage the outer sides of your vulva too, until he uses them to slightly spread your pussy, so his tongue more easily glides between your lips. The workings of his hand, massaging you around your vulva leaves you in awe to how sensitive every part of you was - something you likely wouldn’t have discovered without an expert and generous lover like Minho.

And then it all centers at the little sucks and nibs to your lips that tease you, and the way he stimulates your clitoris with his muscle to make your entire body jolt.

A finger expertly slips its way inside, and he keeps his hand facing downward, so the underside of his finger stimulates a different part of your walls that you wouldn’t even think of touching on your own. He twists them about, letting the little joints in his fingers circle every part of your cunt, exploring and pleasing everything. He begins to finger you with determination and it’s just not enough. You need more. Still, his mouth on your mound feels so good, and he tears away to slobber all over your vulva and leave your lips soaked and glistening. You can feel his drool dripping between your thighs and down your slit toward your ass.. Never had a man done this to you like this, and Minho had no restraint, he was proudly pleasing you with his mouth, devouring you like an animal, shamelessly soiling you with a mix of your fluids and his own spit.

“Minho!” You whine, and he knows what it means. Fuck, he nearly wants to bite into you until your screaming and squirting…

He pulls you by your hips and raises your thighs back, so that the lower part of you cunt is slightly more exposed. With his palms supporting your thighs, his thumbs inch toward your labia to spread you open. You hold your legs up by your ankles to make it easier for him, but you almost kick them away when you feel his tongue prod at your hole.

He presses his face harder and harder against your fleshy cunt, making sure his tongue gets in as deep as possible. He finds you’re full of slick and thick nectar that tastes heavenly and filthy on his tongue, and he juggles the muscle in his mouth as best as he can within your hole. You whine and cry and clench but it’s not far enough inside, not even with his finger rubbing at your clit so fiercely.

If only he could go deeper. This isn’t enough for him either.

“I need to be in you now doll, please.” He was getting ready, expecting your answer to be a yes.

“Damn it - yes!” You whine, feeling desperate all over with a sensation you couldn’t shake that you felt made you churn with uneasiness. You needed him to fill you, and it was causing near hysteria.

Minho doesn’t care about delicacy now. He slips his cock in and slams it. You’re wet enough, horny enough, and damn it but your swollen and wet pussy looks so damn fuckable that he knows its aching for his cock. You cry in agony and ecstasy, it stings and burns at a certain point where his fingers did not reach you before, but it also feels so fucking good because his fat and solid cock hits the right spots inside of you in the first thrust.

“Fuck…” you cry, trying to force your thighs together in discomfort. He hushes you and lowers himself to your face, resting his weight on his elbows and resting his abdomen against your supple tummy, his hips force your legs open still.

“Sorry, my baby girl,” he says kissing your face, panting in his own despair, “I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean to… I wasn’t thinking…” as he whines your arms wrap around him and your legs begin to hook onto his. You feel like your melting against him and he against you, and it causes you to roll your hips back and forth against his, slowly, and with your bodies firmly pressed together.

You’d make it seem like it hurt even more just to have him dote on you and treat you so preciously. It made something inside of you swoon to think that you’re almost delicate in his embrace, how the very thing that brings you pleasure can also hurt because the entire act is so vulnerating.

You whine at the feeling, and he takes the cue to roll against you. You feel his pelvis rub against your clit, his bush tickling at your bare cunt. The stroke and glide of him inside of your sends shivers throughout you, and you can feel him making contact with every ridge and grove of your wet cavern. Still, a little stretch lingers because that massive cock of his is incomparable to anything that’s been inside of you before.

The pain is good, it makes everything sharper. It’s like the little sting of a blade, and the pleasure like a stream of water to soothe it. You’re drunk in it, completely overwhelmed and mindless. The only thing tethering you to the earth itself is the feeling of his body in your arms, you clinging to him, and him clinging onto you.

He’s kissing all over your face, and when he needs to catch his breath he rests his forehead against yours. Your grasping desperately to scratch his back, shoulders and biceps, and finally you pull at his hair.

You feel the need for more of him, more harshly, you whine more desperately and you tense after each breath, he can tell. He pulls back, tearing your hands from his scalp and he pulls out of you, making you twitch and clench at the emptiness he’s suddenly left behind and you audibly weep at the sensation.

“Minho!” You cry as you raise yourself on your arms to see him glistening with sweat, and his proud cock drenched with globs of your fluids.

“Not yet, baby girl… Let me, just relax.” Trust me, he seems to say.

You’re whining and pressing your legs together but he tears them open by the knees and blows against your clit. It felt awful, driving your desperation further, making you want more and more, which he was cruelly denying you. You want to cry, it seems like the only outlet for such an onslaught of unnamable emotions.

The sight of a tear trailing down your damp and pretty face is enough to make him coo… his sensitive, pretty girl, so precious…

“I want to fuck you another way now, baby, it’ll be so good…” He growls, voice deep, but still desperate, still seeking permission. You know you’ll say yes. “Get on all fours, doll.”

You obey, shyly. His strong arms don’t leave you, guiding you, making sure you are in the right position. It makes you feel exposed, vulnerable, and you can feel him prowling behind you, but his warmth still comforts and envelops you. You arch your back as best as you can to look good and he appreciates it - a lot.

He grabs each cheek of your ass, groping the flesh to expose your sopping cunt. He groans at the sight, like an animal. Your wet and slick with sweat all over, glistening for him, letting his hands slide all over your ass and back. With a quick smack to your ass he alerts you, You yelp. And once more, the sting is soothed by a kiss, a tender hand kneading that spot he just abused.

He travels up your spine, his body brushing against yours, and you can feel his hands at your shoulders, his breath on your neck. With a soft kiss, he presses you down and soon he pushes you onto the mattress, your hips still held up by your legs.

You can feel him groping you all over, leaving searing and wet kisses along your spine. You’re desperate and your hips wiggle in desperation.

“Minho….”

“Not long now, baby doll. I promise.” He says tenderly.

He keeps one hand at your hip as he pumps himself, and guides his head back between your folds, whimpering loudly, so unlike how he has kept his demeanor. How is it possible for such a sensation to exist? That perfect moment where your soft lips suck the head of his cock and guide them into your tightening walls, so wet and comforting, stimulating every inch of him.

He can’t help himself, again, lost in you. He begins to buck his hips, slapping the skin of your ass with his pelvis each time, making you cry into the mattress. You soon feel him still and he reaches down to bunch up your hair and pulls you back, snapping his hips into you once more.

His touches are so forceful, the veins and muscles in his arms tightening as he manhandles you. But it’s the languid kisses that let you know that the baseline of it all is render, and again, they wash away and pain, any sting.

The discomfort makes your desperation grow, the restlessness makes the sensation of his cock ever better within your sensitive cunt. The harshness mixed with the tenderness is perfect, and you feel like you want more of it.

He pulls you back all the way so your back is pressed against his, chest both of you sitting and supporting your bodies on your legs. Your head is angled back so your neck is exposed to him as he thrusts up into you, and his eyes wander to your bouncing breasts. He fucks you harder so the bounce and jiggle of your tits becomes even more erratic, and he doesn’t know where his hands should stay.

He slaps his hand against one of them, pinching your nipple - it makes you scream in pleasure. The other digs into your tummy, scratching at the soft skin there, latching onto any mound he can find.

It doesn’t take long now. You cum, and it’s lasts a while as he keeps going inside of you, he fucks into you until his own orgasm arrives, and draws your pleasure out until the point that your walls spasm around him again, trapping his cock against your leaking orifice. He wraps his arms around you and you lean against him, head thrown back to lean on his shoulder and he buries his face in your neck. You stay there, with only the heaving of your breaths moving your bodies as you both recuperate from the highs.

Slowly, he roams his hands all over your front, soothing you and giving reassuring squeezes, everywhere - your thighs, tummy, breasts, sides, waist. He is all over your body.

Minho slightly moves to guide you both to lay in your sides but the lightest pull of his cock makes you hiss in sensitivity. He tenses at the noise, and is all the more gentle as he lays you both down.

He kisses your shoulder, brushes your hair back with his fingers, while his other arm still circles beneath your soft waist.

“Perfect…” he hums into your ear, and you can’t help but break a smile because you know he’s referring to you.

You’re both filthy, sweaty, dirty, but it’s perfect. He pulls a blanket from his side to cover the two of you, as he pets you, and occasionally lets out a giddy giggle.

“What’s funny?” you question once you feel like you’ve returned to your body.

“Nothing!” He giggles again. “I’m just happy?”

“Hmm…” You hum contently.

“I’m happy you’re happy, I’m happy we made each other happy.” He adds while lightly rocking you, sighing against your body and how perfect it feels to rest against you and your warmth.

“You do make me very happy.” you quietly confess, and it’s such a simple but deep statement.

Minho blushes and buries himself against you, quite proud of himself himself, satisfied by the work he’s done with your body, and kisses you mindlessly… until he falls asleep thinking of all the ways he can keep making you happy.

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opalesense · 3 years

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kaeya & f!reader [NSFW]

4.2k words • ~30 min. read

summary: after a frustrating and touch starved week, kaeya catches you playing with yourself despite promising you wouldn’t while he was gone. needless to say, he is not happy.

warnings: sadist kaeya, lots of degradation, choking, bondage, spanking, belt whipping, facefucking

notes: i’m so embarrassed to post this because i’ve never written a full nsfw thing before hahahhddhdhd anyway i’m going to hell... also if you can spot canon voice lines i’ll give you a smooch

"I’M HOME, PRINCESS!"

Kaeya's alluring voice marked his distant presence outside the bedroom door. The sound of the front door closing behind him made me jump and snapped me out of my daydreaming state. I could hear him taking off his shoes and putting his bags down on the dining table, the sounds of his coat shuffling off his body and onto the coat rack making my thoughts race even faster.

He's home already? I thought he was coming home tomorrow!

"Our new recruits did so well in training that Jean let me off a day early. They don't need anything else from me for now," he said, as if he were reading the questions that bubbled in my head. "Can you believe it? I hardly ever get a break. I guess today is truly my lucky day."

Panic began to bubble in my stomach now as I heard his footsteps quickly advancing towards me, giving me no time to cover up the sticky situation I put myself in.

Literally, a sticky situation.

I had been spending the last half hour curing my loneliness in bed, using my hands to replace the pleasure I was missing so badly from Kaeya. His sudden return home made me curse under my breath. I was so close to a release too.

I quickly pulled my fingers away and sprung up from the bed, rushing to the dresser to find some clothes to throw on. But as soon as I pulled the nearest shirt over my head, the bedroom door creaked open, revealing the handsome figure standing and immediately pinning his eyes at me.

"Hi, Kaeya!" I turned and took a few steps towards him, immediately wrapping my arms around his torso and burying my head in his chest. He smelled like sweat and hard work. "Welcome home, sweetheart!"

"[Y/N]," Kaeya placed cold hands on my lower back to return the hug and gave me a sweet smile, "what were you doing just now, cutie?"

"I was just about to take a bath," I quickly lied and cupped his face with my dry hand to give him a peck on the cheek. "Care to join me?"

His expression suddenly changed from gentle and loving to unimpressed. He could see through my lie – I could tell. He was always so good at spotting my lies. His blank eyes pierced through mine, sending a shiver down my spine. Or maybe that was his hands slowly freezing up my skin with his vision, the annoyance easily seeping through his sharp stare.

"Are you sure, princess?" he reached to grab my other hand and lifted it up to his face, licking my wet fingers without breaking eye contact. He let out a deep growl at the taste, his eyes turning more dangerous by the second. Any hopes of me escaping this lie were completely gone now. "It doesn't seem like you were... 'just about to take a bath.'"

"Kaeya..." my body quivered at his strong grip on my hand, "Listen, I’m so sorry, I was just so lonely without you–"

His face inched closer to mine as he slowly walked both of us to the edge of the bed. "You couldn't wait for a week?" his sharp voice tickled my ears, "I specifically told you to wait for me, didn't I? You even promised me you would."

"Y-yes, I did promise," we stood at the foot of the bed, my naked hips desperately pressed into his. "I’m so sorry–"

"Yeah, you’re 'so sorry,'" he mocked me and rolled his eyes with a smirk. "You better be sorry, sweetheart. I missed you too, but at least I kept up my end of the promise and didn't touch myself while I was gone, unlike some slut I know," he hissed.

Suddenly, he wrapped his other hand around my neck and began applying pressure, pinning me down into the mattress. His clothed knee spread my legs open and pressed against my sensitive clit, driving more shivers up my spine and triggering a moan from my throat that only came out as a weak whimper. His face leaned down to mine to give me slow, gentle kisses. "My slut," he whispered between kisses, squeezing my throat harder, "I can’t believe I’m in love with a stupid disobedient bitch."

The insults only made my core light up with satisfaction. I closed my eyes and relaxed into his touch, forgetting about all the consequences I knew he would lay out for me in a few moments. I could tell he missed me just as much as I missed him with how gentle and loving his kisses were in contrast to his hand suffocating me. We kissed as if this was our last time ever seeing each other, as if the world was going to end in one minute. My heart thumped with excitement as the realization that he was finally back home began to settle in.

He released my poor throat and instead ran his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp and deepening the kiss. His lips began moving with a purpose, groans escaping and movements getting more and more desperate. "[Y/N]," he muttered into my own lips, "I missed you so much, princess. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this."

He slowly separated his face from mine and nuzzled his head into my neck, biting and suckling my already bruised skin from all the other love marks he had given me last week as a memento before he left. "I’m not going easy on you after this, sweetheart. Savor my mercy while it lasts."

I grew restless after a few minutes of him licking and nibbling at my neck and started to grind my hips on his knee, wanting some kind of advancement in this hazy evening. He took notice of this and paused his kisses, lifting his eyes to meet mine. I pleaded for more action with a pout, to which he replied by removing his knee and instead tucking his thighs below mine with my legs pinned at his sides. I let out a shaky exhale at the realization that his bulge was mere inches away from my holes.

"What's the hurry, princess?" he leaned down to run his hands up my sides, dragging my loosely fitted shirt along with him. "Is there something you're waiting for?"

He pulled the shirt up enough to expose my anticipating breasts, perked with excitement at his chilled fingers. I gasped at the bite of the cold air he was manifesting. "Kaeya, please..."

“Please what?" he traced a finger on the underside of my breasts and planted more kisses across my collarbone, "Use your words, baby.”

"Stop teasing me, please," I begged with shame, "You know I want you... I need you inside of me..."

He hummed as if he were processing my answer. Instead of using his own words, he responded by completely pulling the shirt off of me and twisting it into a long strip. He grabbed both of my hands and pinned them above my head, purposefully pressing his bulge against my aching hole. He hesitated to look down at me, his eyes becoming consumed with pure lust.

"Final warning, [Y/N]. Do you want to do this now?" Any remaining gentleness seemed to slowly spill out of his voice as he made it apparent he was asking for my consent. My core lit up once more knowing we were just getting started.

I trembled with a mixture of excitement and fear, not knowing what he had under his sleeve tonight after the touch deprived days that broke our usually consistent sex streak. We were two lovers in desperate need of pleasure. "I need to be fucked senseless," my voice shakily begged, "I need to be covered in your cum by sunrise, sir."

He raised his eyebrows at the vulgar language that spewed out of my mouth, knowing how uncharacteristic it was for me to beg before we've begun. Judging by the evil smirk that formed on his face, those two simple sentences were enough to send him over the edge and into complete darkness. An evil chuckle escaped his lips. The glint in his eyes that was once loving and sweet became borderline malicious within seconds.

"Safeword?" he breathily muttered with a grin.

"Diluc," I sarcastically sneered at him, knowing how much he hated when I used his brother's name as a safeword, even if it was just a joke. His hand quickly struck me across the face, catching me by surprise. The sting made my eyes swell with small tears.

"Fucking brat, always messing around with me," he chuckled. "But you know, I could always arrange something for the three of us–"

"Kaeya!" I interrupted him and he laughed at my flustered face. We had been joking about a threesome for quite some time now. At least... I was joking about it. Maybe he seriously meant it.

He guided his hands to make me sit up then pinned my arms behind my back. "It’s just a suggestion," he grinned at the thought while tying my wrists together with my own shirt. "Oh, to see my little princess squirm with both her holes pounded crying with pleasure and pain... That would be quite the sight indeed, don't you think?"

“Please shut up,” I giggled, bucking my hips into his for an ounce of stimulation. He tightened the fabric around my wrists and tugged at it a few times to make sure it stayed in place. He gently laid me down again, enjoying the sight of my naked body fully exposed to him.

"Now for the fun part," he smiled.

He sat up to take his own shirt off and set it aside. My eyes widened at the sight of his toned torso, my mouth practically drooling as my gaze traced his muscular abdomen. His delectable skin glistened in the light of the fading sunset and I couldn't help but stare at his beautiful body. To my dismay, my staring was interrupted by his shirt being placed over my eyes as he blindfolded me, pausing the fantasies in my head that came with that delicious sight.

I felt Kaeya’s hands turn my vulnerable body so my chest pressed against the bed, my back arching to greet his face with my holes. He snickered at the sight of me being drenched as a result of him teasing me for the past ten or so minutes with kisses and cold fingers. All I could feel was his chilled breath tormenting my wetness and a hand caressing my inner thigh. "Seems like you're so eager to be touched despite ruining yourself with your own fingers.”

"Y-yes," I whimpered as one finger outlined my entrance, making me gasp. "More..."

He suddenly slapped my ass with his other hand, earning a yelp from my throat. "I’ll think about it after I punish you, cunt. Don't think I have forgotten about that."

He got off the bed to stand up and pulled my body closer to the edge of the mattress. "Now, count to fifty."

I hesitated. "Fifty? What do you mean–"

"Do I seriously need to repeat myself for your dumb whore brain?" he responded slowly and sternly as if he were spelling it out for me. "Count to fifty now before I leave you here and drink at the tavern tonight instead. You wouldn’t want to waste an opportunity to get fucked stupid by my fat cock tonight, would you?"

I paused again thinking about why he'd want me to count in this situation before shyly starting. "One–"

SLAP!

"Fuck!" I instinctively buried my face into the sheets as his hand stung my ass. That hurt way more than it should. That's why he wants me to count?

"If I hear anything out of that mouth other than numbers I will not hesitate to leave you here. No cursing, no gasping, no moaning. Do you understand? Now pull yourself together and count. Start from one again."

I quivered at the thought of him leaving me here after already being separated for a week. I suppose the pain I’ll soon endure is my punishment, after all. So with no hesitation, I obeyed what he told me to do.

"One..."

SLAP!

“T-two...!"

SLAP!

It hurt so bad and it had barely begun. “Three..."

SLAP!

“Pick up the pace, my little painslut. You can handle it."

"Four..."

SLAP!

“Five..."

SLAP!

"You're doing so well, princess."

Soon enough, we were nearing the end. I truly underestimated Kaeya's strength with each smack. Sometimes I forget that he's a Knight of Favonius, that he has a vision, and that he trains nearly every day to maintain his strength. His blows were hellish now in comparison to the first few counts, which were extremely gentle in hindsight. And he never hesitated with each slap, as if he wanted to do this to me for a long time.

“Forty eight..." I was a teary eyed mess at this point, trembling at the pain that stung like a million needles.

SLAP!

“Forty nine..." I whimpered, thinking about how i got myself into this situation, never being punished by him like this before.

SLAP!

“F-Fifty!"

SLAP!

I sobbed at the aching pain while he simply chuckled. He sat next to me and sighed contently. "How do you feel, princess?"

"P-please stop... no more..." I muttered incoherently as the pain didn't seem to fizz away.

"You have a safeword you know. But it would be a shame to stop now when we’ve only just begun," he caressed my bruised skin with care, making me flinch instinctively. I gulped.

No. I'm not going to stop here.

"Tell me how you feel, my love. Don't be shy."

I paused, struggling to come up with the right words when all my brain could focus on was the excruciating soreness. "I-it hurts s-so much..."

"I know, baby. But that's what you get for disobeying me. You’ve learned your lesson, I hope?"

"Yes, I-I've learned my lesson, sir," I breathily cried, "I w-won't ever do it again..."

Suddenly I felt his thumb caress my wetness, eliciting a gasp from my throat. "Oh? But it seems like you actually really enjoyed that," he played with my aching folds as I stifled my moans, not sure if I was allowed to make noise. "Well, princess... that's not what a punishment is for, don't you think?"

He pulled away his hand as he stood up which made me whine at the loss of touch. I heard him undo his belt, but once it was off, I didn't hear him unzip his pants like I had hoped for. Instead, I felt a leather strip gently trail down my thigh.

"Your skin isn't that pretty shade of purple I was hoping for either. In fact, if I had to take a guess, I would say it's red from pleasure instead of pain."

"Wait, Kaeya! No, please, it really does hurt...!" I weakly muttered as the realization settled in when he gently tapped my skin with the looped leather.

"I don't think you realize how long I've waited for a moment like this, baby," his gravely whisper struck a genuine fear into my stomach, "A moment when you'd slip up so I'd have an excuse to make you quiver in pain. You've been such a good girl for so long that I've never had a moment where I can make you beg for my forgiveness. Which, as a matter of fact, there hasn't been a single moment so far where you've begged. I assume you haven't actually learned your lesson yet."

He brought his hand up to prepare for a blow. "I'm going to brand you. I'm going to make your skin raw until I feel tired. And I can last all night and all day, baby. You know that."

He whipped the belt down to meet my thigh, creating a new kind of pain that made me cry out in desperation. This was a new side of Kaeya that I have never seen before. A new darkness had consumed him so suddenly that I sat on the fence of being terrified and being turned on at the same time.

And this was still only the beginning.

"Convince me to forgive you or bleed. Your choice."

He immediately whipped me at a quick, consistent rhythm, paying more attention to my thighs in addition to my already bruised ass. At times the belt would land on my holes, which made me twitch with excitement and agony at the same time. This isn’t like him. Why is he doing this to me?

"K-Kaeya, please stop!" I moaned out after a few hits, "P-please stop, I'm begging you!"

“Try again, slut."

More hits landed with sharp hisses sizzling off of my skin. "K-Kaeya, I'm so sorry! P-please forgive me–"

“I don't even know what you're apologizing for," he interrupted with that damned teasing tone of his, "Could you remind me again?"

The blows got stronger, more urgent and unforgiving, hitting any inch of exposed skin even if it was already raw. "I-I'm so sorry for disobeying you... I'm sorry for t-touching myself without your permission...! P-please stop, I just want you inside of me–"

He paused the hits to emphasize his words, which were muttered through gritted teeth. "I don't give a single fuck about what you want, whore. You’re just a toy for my amusement and somehow you still managed to fuck up."

He quickly resumed the stings. "I'll be a g-good girl from now on! P-please... Please just forgive me! K-Kaeya!" my voice slowly raised in volume in cries for the pain to stop.

"Dumb whore. It’s funny that you think I believe you."

“Y-yes, I’m a dumb whore!" I scrambled for words and just copied his. There was no use in begging anymore. A part of me hoped I would be beat to unconsciousness under him just to relieve myself of this pain momentarily.

He let out a groan and a low maniacal laughter, "Seeing your veins under my belt makes my cock twitch, princess. I'm not sure if I want to stop, even if you kept asking me to."

I couldn't take it anymore. The pain hurt so bad but as fucked up as it was, I was still so unbelievably aroused by him. The thought of him getting so aroused by me pulled out some kind of satisfaction within, despite the borderline torture I was experiencing. Maybe he was so comfortable with hitting me because he saw my body as just another criminal to interrogate and punish. Maybe he was releasing pent up frustration on me. Why is all of this so arousing?

I felt my core light up as my thighs squeezed together. For a moment, I forgot about the pain and a wave of pleasure washed over my body, sending twitches through the nerves in my legs. "K-Kaeya, actually p-please stop, I think I'm gonna c-cum...!"

He disappointedly cursed under his breath and let me feel one last blow for good measure before letting go of his grip on the belt and tossing it onto the bed. “Fine. That’s enough for now.”

He climbed over my curled up body so his bulge pressed against my tied hands near my tailbone, my head trapped between his hands on the mattress. He stayed hovering over me, slowly panting.

"I don't have enough words to describe how much you're turning me on right now," Kaeya began to slowly whisper. I could feel how hard he was by how he nestled himself into my tied hands. "Your body shaking under mine, shaking in pain and pleasure... And to think you were going to cum by my belt alone... You really are a slut, [Y/N]."

"K-Kaeya, I'm your slut... and I need your cock in me now," I weakly interrupted him, "I n-need to be fucked... right now, please, I'm begging you..."

He stayed there for a moment, taking in the sight of my helplessness before standing up at the edge of the bed again. He guided my shaking torso up to finally flip me on my back, pulling me closer so my head hung over the edge. My lower half felt so relieved to finally make contact with the soft sheets, which were slightly damp from sweat and possibly my own wetness. I felt him wrap the belt around my neck, letting the loop gently tighten around my throat as he tugged. I couldn't help but be reminded that he could kill me here if he really wanted to. I was completely surrendered to him.

I heard him finally take off his pants with the other leg, the scent of his sweaty skin tickling my nose. I have never longed to get this stupid blindfold off and lay my eyes on his figure already. It had been so long since we’ve seen each other and now that he’s here I couldn’t even fully appreciate the sight of him. Nevertheless, I felt the shadow of his cock drape over my face and let out an exhale before he tugged the belt to catch my attention.

“Don't make me tell you what to do."

I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out eagerly which earned a chuckle from him. He slowly pressed the tip of his cock into my awaiting throat, groaning loudly in the process. he was surprisingly gentle about making sure I wouldn't choke immediately. "F-fuck yes, [Y/N]... taking all of it in like a good slut..."

As soon as his long member hit the back of my throat, he tugged the belt tightly and groaned deeper. My throat spasmed at the suffocating sensation which he responded to by pulling tighter. I tried my best to relax. "Behave," he reminded me.

He began fucking my throat with no mercy, gradually quickening his pace but never pulling out or pausing to let me catch my breath. He had trained my throat over the past few months for this, but the belt added a whole other level of difficulty and torment. The muscles of my throat tightening around him more than usual made him breathlessly curse and praise me. "Such a good slut... My whore is doing so well taking my big cock...”

He eventually let go of the belt to place both of his hands on either side of my face and fuck my mouth senselessly, ignoring my sputtering and cries for help at the suffocation. It felt like I was drowning, but all I could think about was how good it felt to pleasure him, to hear his grunts and sighs of relief. His praises were consistent, a stark contrast to the way he degraded and pummeled me into the ground like a prisoner. Before I nearly passed out at the cut off oxygen, all his pent up frustration over the past week suddenly flooded my throat as his warm fluid was dumped into my mouth, deep groans and heavy breaths filling up the room. His breath stuttered as I swallowed each pump of cum he fed me with hazy eyes, somehow enjoying this moment despite suffocating as he used his thumb to caress my face. Kaeya placed a hand on the bed and pulled his hips away from my hanging head, leaning over my body and keeping only the tip of his cock inside my mouth. I coughed and sputtered for a moment before pulling myself together to swirl my tongue over his tip, inciting a few twitches and extra drops of cum as a reward. Tears and saliva painted my face, but at last, I finally caught a moment to breathe.

"Keep licking and I might immediately cum again," Kaeya chuckled, cooling down from the heat of the moment.

"I wouldn't complain," I playfully responded, letting out small coughs to clear my throat.

"I suppose that's enough punishment for today," he gently lifted my head back up on the bed to provide better airflow. He untied the blindfold off of my face so I could finally see him again.

"Hi, handsome," I grinned, saliva dripping down my cheeks and into my hair. He ran his fingers through my hair and began massaging my scalp.

"God... you are so inexplicably beautiful right now," he whispered desperately. He began slowly stroking his cock in front of my face and deepened the massage, a proud yet cunning grin stretching across his face. "But you'd look even more beautiful with my cum dripping out of your cunt, don’t you agree?"

I moaned out his name and slowly lifted my knees up to my chest, teasingly using my hands to pull my thighs apart as an invitation. My eyes stayed locked with his. "Punishment's over, right?"

He silently agreed, releasing his cock from his grip and taking another moment to catch his breath. I watched him with pure lust in my eyes as he positioned himself at the crevice of the pillows in front of me then pulled my body forward to sit in his lap. His sensitive cock twitched as the tip of his shaft kissed my dripping hole, aching to rearrange my insides. He used one hand to pull himself down and shower my shoulder with bites and kisses, the other hand reaching down to massage my wet cunt, preparing for the night ahead.

"My beautiful, stunning slut..." he growled into my ear between kisses, "I can't wait to see you completely destroyed by sunrise. You asked for it, after all."

#kaeya #kaeya x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #mine #bang #genshin impact x reader

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dazz-linglight · 3 years

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Exo first I love you reaction

(yess baby, thank you for requesting!) (This took me a long time to post and I specified the reason below.)

Xiumin (Minseok)

After spending the night together he woke up first and tries to get up to go to the kitchen to make two mugs of coffee to start the day, but you protest holding him tighter still in your sleep

"Don't leave me, I love you.." He sees your eyes closed and decided to stay five minutes more to cuddle you.

"I love you too, baby." He kisses your cheek and nuzzles on your neck, laying down comfortably again with a big smile.

Suho (Junmyeon)

You have been friends with benefits for a while, sometimes made movie nights together and hang outs and not officially in a relationship yet, so you invited him to come over to talk. He arrived a few minutes later and you pulled him to the couch to sit down.

"Are you okay?" He asked a little worried by your seriousness and leaned closer.

"No.. I mean yes, kinda, I just don't want to hold it back anymore."

"What is it?" You had butterflies swarming on your stomach by adrenaline and the scary thought of failure on your mind, you squeezed his hand in the space between the two of you and gathered the courage to say it.

"I' love you. As more than a friend, I mean." He seemed surprised for a minute while you waited for some kind of response but soon he smiled seemingly relieved. It was your turn to be surprised when he wrapped a hand on your neck and pulled you closer in a light kiss.

"I was worried you were going to say you found someone else. Good thing I was wrong, because I love you too."

Lay

Yixing spent the day on his studio and you were worried since you knew that he often neglected himself when working, so you decided to pay him a visit in the evening and got food on the way.

"Baobei?" You placed the containers with food on the center table and got closer to him after noticing he was asleep on the couch and massaged his shoulder until he stirred.

"Oh? You're here" He showed those cute dimples with a smile and sat up to pay attention to you.

"Have you eaten? I bought hotpot, we can eat together."

"You didn't have to.." He tried to convince you it was okay but you're weren't having it.

"I had to because I love you and I worry about you, okay?" He felt like he was still dreaming when you said it and you saw his ears getting red.

"You love me?" You give him a pair of chopsticks and nod sitting by his side.

"Yes, I do."

"Fair enough, I love you more."

Baekhyun

Baekhyun invited you to a late night ride to the Hand River to enjoy the view with you with no interruptions. He put Bambi to play on the bluetooth and you both of you opened the doors to go to the back seats, getting comfortably close to cuddle.

"You're so warm, I love it.." You sigh laying your head on his wide shoulder and he wrapped his arms around you, spreading his fingers lightly along the soft skin of your cheek and bringing your chin up to look at him.

"And I love you." You traced the veins on his arm. It was exactly then that you felt him as yours, belonging to each other. You pressed your lips to his in a sweet kiss and separating a few seconds later.

"I love you too.." He nuzzles on your neck, humming softly in your ear to the music playing from his phone.

Chen

(I spent a long time wondering if I should write about him romantically now that he's actually married, and after much thought I came to the conclusion that yes, I will still write for him since this is just fiction and it won't do any harm to his actual relationship. If you're uncomfortable you can skip his part.)

It happened in the first holiday you were spending together with his parents. You had been wanting to say it for quite some time before that moment and had nearly said it on a few occasions but chickened out. The urge was stronger when he showed little gestures of cuteness that were his personal ways of saying “I love you” without words. Then he decided to take the lead and say it first in the middle of the kitchen in the early hours of the morning after making you tea.

“Pardon?” Just because you wanted to be sure that you've heard him right.

"I love you." He repeated himself, this time closer to you and then of course, you didn't hesitate to say it right back.

Chanyeol

You and Chanyeol were on your first trip together to a small town away from Seoul to see the cherry blossoms. It's the new season and the view is beautiful to see together on a hiking.

"Yeol! Look at this one!" You pointed at the biggest tree you saw until now and Chanyeol smiled taking pictures of you and the tree, wanting to register the moment. You run to his side and hug him by the neck, took his phone and clicked selfies while kissing his cheek, causing him to laugh wholeheartedly hugging you tight.

"You're so cute, I love you." He mumbled booping your nose. You were unknowingly recording, the rush of dopamine in your brain and quickening of your heart as your thoughts only focused on him.

"I love you too!" You replied with excitement, taking advantage of the empty place to shower him with many kisses, all of it staying engraved on his phone.

D.O.

You were preparing the salad when you heard the beeps of the code on the front door, meaning Kyungsoo arrived. He smelled the food and heard the noises coming from the kitchen, so he rolled up his sleeves and walked until he found you. You turn around to greet him as he took in the sight and stared back at you.

"Are you hungry? Dinner is almost ready!" You could practically see his irises dilating and he wrapped an arm over your hips and planted a light kiss on both of your cheeks and lips.

"You're the best, I love you." Your arms tighten on his back through the surprise but still gathered the courage to answer with a giggle as he nuzzles his nose on your neck.

"I love you too."

Kai

Jongin had to travel to another city for a special photoshoot and would stay there for a week, so whenever you both had time you called each other, during the day and at night before sleeping.

"Okay, now we really should hang up, you need to rest for tomorrow." You point out after seeing it's close to midnight.

"Then you hang up first."

"No, you first."

"You!"

"Let's hang up together."

"Okay. Count till 3?"

"1"

"2"

"3"

"Yah."

"What?"

"I love you." He answered first in a whisper.

"I love you too, sleep well." You smiled feeling all bubbly and could hear him giggling on the other side.

"Dream about me." He said at last and hung up, both of you fluttered by the moment.

Sehun

Sehun had gone out with the members for dinner and later arrived at your door by taxi since he drank a little too much.

"There's my pretty doll." He greets slurring his words as you helped him in and took his jacket.

"Come closer, I'll tell you a secret.." You get curious about what he was going to say in the first time you're seeing him drunk and scoots closer to him.

"Yes?"

"Hi." Sehun draped his arms around you, pulling you even closer to talk right on your ear.

"Hi."

"Baby."

"Yes?"

"I love yooou" He said followed by a fit of giggles from his drunk self and you squeeze his cheeks to make him focus.

"I love you too, silly." You kiss his face and wrap your hands around his torso. Someway Sehun end up tripping while kicking off his shoes and leads both of you to the ground, you above him.

#linawritings #exo fluff #exo blurbs #exo reactions #exo x reader #exo masterlist #exo reaction #exo imagines #xiumin x reader #baekhyun x reader #suho x reader #yixing x reader #chen x reader #kai x reader #kyungsoo imagine #kyungsoo x reader #sehun x reader #chanyeol x reader

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eskelbigbang · 3 years

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Eskel Big Bang 2021 Masterpost

Here are all the fics and art made this year for the Eskel Big Bang. Congratulations on the hard work, everyone!

AO3 collection || #ebb works tag || #ebb art tag || #ebb fic tag

Below the cut is a full list of all EBB works:

Uprooted (T, No Pairing, 12k) by @rachofspades, art by @drachedraws

When a nondescript notice begging for a witcher's aid catches Eskel's attention on his way back to Kaer Morhen for the winter, he finds himself drawn in by his own curiosity despite his initial reservations. Once he arrives, it quickly becomes apparent that there's something more sinister going on than typical monster attacks, and he's determined to figure out what it is. Fic || Art (1) (2)

These Clay Hands (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 4.7k) by @aalizazareth, art by @hobbart-art

Eskel is a shy pottery instructor who meets Jaskier during one of his lessons. The two hit it off. Fic || Art

The Empty Safe Job (M, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 18k) by @iboughtaplant, art by @gods-no-longer-tread-here

A team of thieves with complicated pasts take down the rich and powerful to help those that get left out from justice. Their latest job should be simple, but an unexpected adversary has Eskel confronting his past. Sometimes bad guys make the best good guys. Fic || Art

the broken vines are an open door (M, Eskel & Geralt & Yennefer, 5.2k) by @trissmarrygoals, art by @flyingyarn

Traveling through Aedirn with his newly acquired child surprise, Eskel stumbles upon a dead body - and with it, a mystery. Fic || Art

With you I'll never be alone (T, Eskel/Geralt, 5.8k) by @dat-carovieh, art by @mondfuchs

From their first meeting, through their whole long life Geralt and Eskel have always been there to comfort each other when one of them got hurt. --- Or five times Geralt and Eskel comfort each other through some kind of hurt and one time they're just comfortable. Fic || Art

Eskel Has A Good Day (G, Eskel & Wolf Witchers, 9.3k) by @gods-no-longer-tread-here, art by @phoenixandjacob

The Wolves (and bard) of Kaer Morhen go on a vacation to the coast, and have a good day. Fic || Art (1) (2)

Tu Me Manques. (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 8k) by @etcorsolus, art by @cvbeebop

In which, Eskel meets a bard who calms him. Body, mind, and soul. Story title is how the French say 'I miss you.' The more literal translation is 'You are missing from me.' Fic || Art

Little Red (M, Eskel/Lambert, 6.1k) by @miahclone, art by @llwynbleidd

Eskel helps Lambert while he's recovering from a serious injury. To distract him from the pain, Eskel tells stories of past hunts. Fic || Art

Constellations (M, Eskel/Geralt, 7.2k) by @dredshirtroberts, art by @dat-carovieh

Eskel loves Geralt but their soulmarks don't match - he'd know. They're witchers, and scars are their business. As he joins Geralt in retirement, Eskel figures whatever he can get with the other witcher will be enough. He might get a little bit more than he thought he was bargaining for, but Eskel's never passed up a good deal. Fic || Art (1) (2)

Trial By Fire (Eskel and Aza's Wild Ride) (E, Eskel/OFC, 11k) by @janzoo, art by @liaonyxrayne

When Eskel rescues his succubus acquaintance from witch hunters, their reunion becomes something more as they're drawn into the hunters' plot. What can they do against a twisted idealist and the danger he presents to witchers and non-humans? Fic || Art

Pardon Me While I Burst Into Flames (E, Eskel/Jaskier, 29k) by @ghostinthelibrarywrites, art by @wolfgeralt

When Eskel is hired to kill an incubus who ruined a noble wedding, he finds that his target is far from a bloodthirsty beast, a too-pretty court bard. Eskel spares Jaskier and they go their separate ways, with Eskel expecting never to see the incubus again. But Jaskier has other ideas. Fic || Art

I Could Eat the World Raw (E, Eskel/Jaskier, 7k) by @buttercupsanddandelions, art by @gods-no-longer-tread-here

“This is Eskel.” He pushes him slightly forward, “And he just had his conduit moment.” After becoming a mage, Eskel finds that he's been soul-bound to a little lordling. Fic || Art

Something we bury (M, Eskel/Geralt, 10k) by @heartoferebor, art by @craftgamerzz

“Where’s Eskel?” Ciri asks Geralt, frowning a little. “He went out to do more hunting and gather some potion ingredients. Should be back any moment,” Geralt reassures her. “Ah. Good.” She hesitates a little before deciding to forge right ahead with her next question. She’s asked everyone else in the keep, of course she’ll have to ask Geralt, too. “About his scars…” * Ciri wants to know where Eskel's scars came from, so she decides to ask everyone at the keep about them. Except, they all seem to have different stories... Fic || Art

Lord What Fools These Witchers Be (T, Aiden/Eskel, 21k) by @jayofolympus and @frenchkey, art by aviixrc

When Lambert brings Aiden to winter with him in Kaer Morhen, Eskel is catapulted straight into his own personal hell. It would be easier if he didn’t like the Cat. Instead, he finds himself falling head over heels for his brother’s boyfriend and trying to hide it from a pack of nosy Witchers. If only Aiden would stop flirting with him... Fic || Art (1) (2)

A Moment of Comfort (M, Eskel/OC) by @merpancake

An attack at a brothel begins with blood and carnage, but Eskel finds an unexpected peace in the arms of Cenna. As their paths continue to cross, Eskel carries that same peace within him on his journey through monsters and men. Art

Toussaint's Finest (M, Eskel/Geralt, 9.1k) by @kate-river, art by @justhereforeskel

Eskel is still roaming the Continent. But in recent years the Path has become harder and harder. Eskel has made it a habit to come by Corvo Bianco around vintage and this year's events might change a few things in his life forever. Fic || Art

Beneath the Shadow and the Soul (E, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 32k) by @vix-spes, art by @buffskierights

Eskel had the strange feeling that everything was going to change when he passed through Dol Blathanna one year on his way back to Kaer Morhen for winter. He had been passing through a town and, instead of running away from him, someone had exclaimed “You’re a Witcher,” and proceeded to sing at him. He just hadn't realised how much of an impact it would have on him. Fic || Art

Daughter of Fire (T, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 4.9k) by @kittynannygaming, art by @zmezagain

Witchers are sterile, that's a fact. No female human can bear their child. Well, the keyword here is 'human' and a succubus is very not human. And Eskel now has a sweet 7 years old daughter. Fic || Art

Break It Recklessly (E, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 22k) by @anonymousblueberry, art by @nol-nol

From teenage tearaways to successful adults, Geralt and Eskel have always been inseparable. To the extent that when Geralt accepts a wedding invite with Eskel as his plus one, there’s the assumption that they have finally sorted their shit out and got together, forcing them to keep up the facade or cause chaos for the happy couple. What follows is a crash course in emotions, dating, and working out that love can burn long and slow for a very long time. Fic || Art

The Question (M, Eskel/Istredd, 40k) by @eskelchopchop, art by @stars-in-my-damn-eyes

Eskel's in Ohio when Yennefer calls. He’s reluctant to pick up; he’s still not over Geralt, and he's got zero desire to chat with Geralt's new lover. Turns out Yen isn’t his lover anymore, and this isn’t about Geralt. It’s about witcher’s work. Yennefer owns Portal, one of New York City's most popular gay clubs. A Post-Conjunction Entity (PCE) is hunting her clientele, leaving a string of withered corpses in its wake. The police are doing jackshit. Will Eskel come back to a city full of bad memories and take a job off the books to stop it? He'll sure as hell try. Along the way, he’ll cross paths with Istredd, a man with sorcerer’s eyes and a painful past of his own. If Eskel doesn't work fast enough, they both might become the PCE's next victims. Fic || Art

Is It Cold In The Water? (E, Eskel/Jaskier, 12k) by @jennyloggins, art by @jerry-of-rivia

His horse is tied to a branch a few trees out, and that’s where Eskel heads to grab his water skein, taking a deep drink and soothe his dry throat. Patting his horse’s backside affectionately on his way past her, Eskel feigns a stern voice to say, “Zuzanna, keep watch for me.” Her tail twitches as if to swat him away. Fic || Art

Everything I Want (I Can Find in You) by @eyesofshinigami, art by @phoenixandjacob

Eskel didn't think he'd ever see Jaskier again, sure the Cat witcher was only looking for a night of fun. But then he keeps showing up, taking Eskel to bed and leaving him little presents. It takes Eskel a bit, but eventually he realizes that maybe, just maybe, Jaskier means it when he says he wants to keep him. Or Eskel doesn't think he deserves nice things and Jaskier is determined to show him otherwise. Fic || Art

One Stop Shop; Tattoo's Piercings, And Love (M, Eskel/Jaskier/Lambert, 7.4k) by @jesheckah, art by @moondrunkart

When Eskel fumbles an invitation at a party to come into his tattoo shop, Jaskier and he move towards an explosive love. How many tattoo sessions does it take for the heart to know what it wants? Fic || Art

Entanglement (and other words for a mess) (E, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 31k) by @violaceum-vitellina-viridis, art by @merpancake

Eskel has a hundred marks on his body, but a soulmark isn't one of them. Fic || Art

Beneath Each Other's Bones (E, Eskel/Geralt, 7.6k) by @pressedinthepages, art by @drachedraws

Winter at Kaer Morhen can be brutal. But Eskel and Geralt find warmth in each other in an effort to stave off the cold. Fic || Art (1) (2)

#9fe2bf on the Shore (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 4.5k) by @buffskierights, art by @phoenixandjacob

The sea roars with a vengeance, something angering the waves even as the stars shine brightly overhead in the clear night sky. If Eskel were a poet he’d say it almost sounded like a wail of mourning, the way the whitewater crashes upon the night black sand and the gathering foam, the sea frothing furiously. But Eskel’s always hated his poetry lessons so being a poet is firmly off the table. Fic || Art

lion in the wolf's den (T, Coen/Eskel, 5k) by @patchwork-doublet, art by @justhereforeskel

eskel is nervous being around ciri, afraid things will go south like they did last time. Fic || Art

Sugar Baby Blues (E, Eskel/Jaskier, 24k) by adevinecomedy, art by @pastelrune

Jaskier’s mind slipped back to a night several months ago when he was all worked up but had nowhere to go and a mountain of school work to get through. How it was just so much easier to log onto a camming website and watch someone perform seemingly just for him. The gorgeous, confident man on the other side of the screen had been so accommodating, even though Jaskier had been shy and hadn’t typed much into the chat. Modern au where Eskel is a Cam boy and runs into a bit of a financial bind. Enter Jaskier who just might be the answer to all his woes. Fic || Art

Winter Comfort (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 10k) by @myidlehand, art by @liaonyxrayne

Jaskier comes to Kaer Morhen to spend some time with Eskel, after briefly meeting him in the fall. And while both of them seem delighted to see each other again, Eskel starts to shy away from Jaskier's comments and flirting. It doesn't take a genius to see Eskel is having body image issue. Jaskier aims to help him through it. Fic || Art

The Subtle Knife (M, Eskel/Jaskier, 26k) by @major-trouble, art by @cylin-aka-ankamo

There's an assassin haunting the Continent. No one knows their name, everyone - that is, everyone in the know - calls them The Specter. If you want a rival out of the way, a political opponent disposed of, or a strategic target taken out, contacting The Specter gets the job done. For a price, of course. There's an art to subtlety, after all, and it wouldn't do to risk the attention of law enforcement. So there's no obvious cause, no knife to the back, and the deaths aren't usually remarked upon. The Kaer Morhen Agency, however, has noticed. One of their agents has been hired to protect potential victims, people scared that they've been targeted. And they have reason to worry. When Eskel's first assignment winds up dead of no discernible cause, it starts him on a search for the elusive Specter, hoping against hope to track down the assassin before they're hired again. Setting a trap for a ghost is something Witchers are used to. Setting one for a trained killer may prove beyond them. Fic || Art

No Funny Business (M, Eskel/Jaskier, 11k) by goldendaydreams, art by @nanero11

Eskel had long given up on finding his soulmate, his soulmark nothing but scar tissue from a house fire he’d survived as a child. Knowing that most people wait for their perfect someone, their destiny, didn’t stop him from falling in love with Jaskier, the nurse he met after a hunt gone wrong. Fic || Art

Stronger Than My Storm (E, Eskel/Geralt) by @rawrkinjd, art by @nol-nol

Eskel and Geralt were friends from the very beginning. They added the benefits later. It was another way to offer comfort and companionship when the rest of the world closed in around them, and Eskel was content with it for years. Until he wakes up one day and realises it’s become something more. He touches Geralt’s silver hair, wreathed in a halo of yellow sunlight, and allows himself to feel the cracks spreading through his heart. Witchers can’t love each other. It would only lead to suffering. Eskel realises he must weather the storm inside or let Geralt go forever. Fic || Art

Full of Life (T, Eskel/Jaskier, 6.3k) by @sternenstaub28, art by @llwynbleidd

When Eskel gets hired to solve the case of people disappearing in town, she didn’t know she’d find a friend and maybe even something more. or Beauty and strength don't necessarily make your life easier, a companion and love however do. Fic || Art

choices are the hinges of destiny (T, Eskel/Geralt, 7.5k) by @lutes-and-dandelions, art by @cassandrasartworld

After rescuing a fae from the clutches of death, they repay Eskel by helping him make a choice. -oOo- A story about what would have happened if Eskel had claimed his child of surprise. Fic || Art

Eskel Vs The Continent (And His Feelings) (M, No Pairing, 47k) by @chibitabathasloves, art by @zmezagain

Eskel decides he needs to leave Kaer Morhen after the fight with the Hunt. Where will it take him? And will he be able to face his feelings he desperately tries to ignore. Fic || Art

lookin' to the sky to save me (T, Eskel/Geralt, 10k) by @torynickles, art by @trissmarrygoals

Geralt slides his hand from Eskel’s shoulder to his back. And then. Then he keeps moving it, outwards, away from Eskel’s torso, where there should be nothing but air, but— “What the fuck?” he chokes, because he can still feel Geralt’s hand, sensation where there should be none. He shakes his head wildly, twisting his arm to reach for his own back. His fingers connect to something, but—it’s not his body, it can’t be his body, even though he can feel himself touching it. Because he’s made up of skin and flesh, bone and muscle, and this thing has all of those, but— It’s covered in sticky, damp feathers. Fic || Art

A Fine Night at the Faire (M, Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, 12k) by Elensule, art by @liaonyxrayne

Eskel has been hurt by the world and hides for refuge in his little goat farm. He's found no reason to look for love, or much of anything else. But encouragement from his brother sends him to an unfamiliar locale; the renfaire! Maybe stepping out of his comfort zone was just what he needed. Fic || Art

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xeulousluv · 3 years

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Almost

AN: Hello everyone, I am fairly new to posting on this app, so therefore I am still learning how to use it. Hehe :) Anyways, I hope you are having a great day!

Warning: Nothing really, maybe a little bit of angst?

Zayn and Y/n broke up and all he’s left with are the videos she took during their senior year of high school.

September 1st, 2010:

The camera was set up in her hand as she was slightly fixing her hair, a huge smile plastered on her makeup covered face. He always thought she looked better without makeup, but sometimes you couldn’t beat the insecurities.

“Here we are, the first day of senior year! How are we feeling, Zayn?”

Next to her stood himself, a much younger version of himself. Two years to be exact. He was almost unrecognizabel, with his usual high school attire adoring his body. A white tee-shirt, black skinny jeans, and not to mention his varsity football jacket hanging off of his shoulders. She looked lovingly at her boyfriend, her eyelashes beating against the softness of her rounded cheeks.

“I’m ready to get out of here, the last three years were the upmost worst years of my life.” Zayn spoke truthfully, he hadn’t expected to make it past the ninth grade, but with the help of Y/n, he managed to make it all the way to his graduating year. Y/n gave him an offended look before responding, “Hey! If it weren’t for these last three years, you would’ve never met me, let alone had the courage to talk to me. Am I really that bad?”

She laughed out while speaking, all so he knows that she is joking and would never accuse him of thinking such things. Though, he was already two steps ahead of her and was laughing along at her sad attempt of looking offended. “Of course not, baby. You are what kept me going.” With that, Zayn kissed her temple and she let out a small giggle before stopping the camera.

September 5th, 2010:

Random small talk was heard on the computer sitting in front of Zayn, before her face showed with a bright glow. She was so beautiful it almost hurt. She was laughing at something her friend Emery said, though it was completely inaudible, he just let the smile take over his face hearing her laugh again.

“I don’t exactly know why I turned this on, but hello! We successfully made it through the first week of school, and let me just say, it was not fun. The teachers still hate me.” Again, Y/n laughed towards the camera.

“I remember this one time last year when Mr. Lambert threw me out of class because I wouldn’t stop laughing. In my defence, he was talking about the safety of condoms and Zayn kept mocking him. That was a detention worth going to.” Zayn remembered that day clearly. He sat to the left of Y/n, Mr. Lambert’s first mistake, and would whisper in her ear how he would show her the proper way to wear a condom when they got to her house that night. To say he did end up showing her was an understatement.

The camera then turned to her friend before she continued on with what she was saying, “Anyways, Emery here, has informed me about this back to school party for seniors at Anthony Stilettos house. So, we are heading to the mall so we can get a nice looking outfit for tonight. I’ll see you guys later!” And with that the camera switched off.

He thought that was the end of the video, but when she popped back on his screen, he was pleasantly surprised. She wore a black dress that just reached her knees, the end of it rippled and flew each time she took a step. Her hair and makeup was done, and her shoes matched her dress, she really was the most beautiful person he has ever met.

Without saying anything, Y/n moved the camera to where the view was now on Emery. She wore a simple tight red dress that fit her like a glove, she was placing bobby pins in her hair before realising a camera was watching her every move. Emery turned away from the mirror Y/n had in her room, and started making random poses into the camera. The video finally ended with Y/n facing the camera back to herself while laughing at it.

October 7th, 2010:

It was homecoming. Their final homecoming, and of course, Zayn asked her to be his date. He didn’t go all out like the previous years, this particular year was asked right after they finished giving each other their all. They were bunched up together, all sweaty and breathless, and that is when Zayn asked her to go to homecoming with him. He thought it was gross because of their previous activities, but Y/n thought it was sweet, endearing even. It was personal and intimate, she wouldn’t have had it any other way. Plus, she was tired of all the attention that comes with getting asked to homecoming.

Her dress was a beautiful shade of baby yellow, Zayn wore his usual black suit but with a yellow tie and a yellow rose pinned to his coat pocket. The night couldn’t have been anymore magical.

“Z, are you ready to go? Emmy and Dallas are waiting in the car.” Her soft voice echoed through the speakers, she was worried about being late. But more so, excited about what the night had planned for the couple. Zayn was fixing his hair, like he does any other day, however today, he wanted to look his absolute best. “Just one more second, love. Gotta look perfect before leaving these four secured walls.”

Y/n rolled her eyes into the camera before another smile took over her face. It only got wider as he finally announced that he was ready.

“Baby, you look handsome! You don’t need all that hair gel, make one wrong move and we’re calling you Uncle Jesse.” Zayn scoffed, his hands finding their place on her hips, him being pressed up against her back. His chin resting on her shoulder, they looked so in love. They were so in love.

October 31st, 2010:

Fall was Y/n’s favorite season, meaning Halloween was by far her favorite holiday. She squealed into the camera when Zayn walked out in his Peter Pan costume. “Baby, you look so fucking adorable!” She cooed, though Zayn was having none of it. “Do we have to go to this party? Can’t we just stay in and watch scary movies, I promise I will protect you if you get too scared!”

He knew it was no use, Y/n had been going on and on about Anthony’s costume party for the past week, so when she started laughing, Zayn internally groaned. “Brave of you to assume I will get scared during a horror movie. How about we go for just an hour, then you and I can come back here and watch whatever movie you want?”

At that, his ears perked, he could go for an hour. That gives him all the more time alone with his love. “Hocus Pocus? That’s my favorite.”

“Yes baby, we can watch Hocus Pocus, do this for me, and I’m all yours for the rest of the night.” A grin was stretched across his face as she leaned up and gave a peck to his lips. Adoration shining brightly in her eyes as she looked up at him. “You are so lucky I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you, Zayn. More than you will ever know.”

December 31st, 2010:

“Hola, my favorite people! Happy New Years Eve, I hope you guys are having a good day. My family is having a little party to bring in the new year, even though you won’t be watching this until later when I decide to post it, I hope you guys have an amazing holiday. Be safe now. Bye!”

Christmas and New Year’s was hard for Y/n. She had major separation anxiety for everyone she grows close to, so not being able to see the people she loves for a whole two weeks was taking a toll on her. Not to mention, Zayn went back to Bradford for the holidays, so he wasn’t there to keep her calm. All she had was the emails and messages he would send her.

However, that night was different. She didn’t know what it was, but the air felt more intoxicating. There was something she was missing and the young girl couldn’t put her finger on it.

Emery got ahold of Y/n’s camera without her noticing, pressing the ‘record’ button and smiling.

“Hi, as many of you may know, my name is Emery White. Before questions start racing through your head about where Y/n is, she is currently in the kitchen talking to one of her neighbors, and she knows nothing about this so, shhh!” Emery held her index finger up to her mouth, even though she is talking to a camera.

“So, the time is now 11:58, meaning it is almost New Year’s and I got a message from a good friend of mine to get her camera and start recording. Oh wait, she’s coming over! Act normal!”

“Emmy? Why do you have my camera, wait no, when did you get my camera?” Emery turned her neck to look at Y/n, and smiled while looking at her friends confused face. “It’s almost midnight, I figured we could record the big moment for your journal thing.”

Y/n looked at her watch and sure enough, it was 12:59, and the people around her were counting down. By the time Y/n looked back at her friend, Emery had switched her position to behind the camera, her smile now stretching to her eyes. She gave a confused smile towards the camera before shaking her head.

10..

9..

8..

A tap was felt on Y/n’s shoulder making her turn around, not believing her eyes, she had to do a double take. There he was in all of his glory. Zayn stood in front of her with a bouquet of random flowers, her eyes widening in complete shock.

3..

2..

Before she could fully process his presence, Zayn had planted his lips against hers in what he would call, one of their best kisses. His arms went around her waist while hers were around his neck, keeping him as close as humanly possible. She was the first to pull away from the kiss, tears forming at the bottom of her eyes but never fell. Zayn pulled her back, this time her face went into his neck as he whispered out a small, “Happy New Years, baby.”

May 22nd, 2011:

Senior prom, a day Y/n has waited her entire life for. Getting all dolled up for one night of perfection sounded glorious. Unlike most people, her dress doesn’t reach the floor but goes a little ways past her knees. It was a light shade of green, she wasn’t usually one for the cliche pink and blue, and her stomach was laced over showing her belly button peircing. She felt on top of the world, the most gorgeous she has ever felt in her entire life.

Zayn was in a nude tuxedo, a lightish green tie tucked into the blazer. “It’s prom day, baby, how do you feel?” The now well-known camera placed in front of his face, though he paid no attention to it, but really the girl behind it. “Like I have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world. How did I get so lucky, hm?”

The blush was evident on her face, he could see it perfectly now even with the camera facing him and not herself. He could still see the light in her eyes. Looking back on it, he couldn’t imagine living his life without her, how could he let her go?

It wasn’t like they got in a fight or anything, Zayn and Y/n were going to different colleges and he didn’t want to do the whole long distance thing. He felt she deserved better than that. So even though the breakup was absolutely not a mutual agreement, Y/n somewhat understood and let him walk away.

“You’re such the charmer, Zayn. Always got me blushing for no good reason.”

“I would be a bad boyfriend if I didn’t.”

Now turning the camera to face both of them, Zayn placed a kiss on her lips before turning off the camera and letting their night go on as best as it could, for it would be one of the last good memories they have. Except at the time, neither of them knew the last time would actually be the last time.

June 4th, 2011:

“Hey everyone, I just want to start off by saying congratulations, we made it. Graduating today was the most amazing feelings, and I’m sure you all can agree with me. The past four years have really taught me a lot, I know I sound like the Mallory Barnes, our valedictorian that gave the speech today, but I’m serious, you all have been amazing. Teachers included.”

Y/n wasn’t in her usual attire. She was in a comfortable baggy hoodie, and that’s all you could see as her camera was propped on the desk in the corner of the room. Her hair was in a messy bun, no makeup, and her glasses were sat perfectly on her nose. What no one could notice was the slight puffiness to her eyes, the way they were red and tired. But Zayn noticed, however. When Y/n first uploaded this to her instagram, Zayn couldn’t bare to watch it, so seeing it now definitely brought back a feeling he tried too hard to push away.

“In the past four years I have learned about friendships, I learned about love, and I learned about heartbreak. I have got to say, high school brought me some really great friendships that I will cherish forever. I am finding it very difficult to say goodbye, but we are bound to go off and do bigger and better things. The future awaits for us.”

“I just want to thank you guys for the amazing memories, and I hope you guys make your dreams come true.” Y/n sighed into the camera, she was really bad at saying goodbye, though you would think it would be easier considering no one likes high school. However, Y/n loved every single second of it, maybe not the learning but the memories made.

“Now, I am going to get really sappy for a minute and say a massive thank you to the man who has loved me for the past four years. Zayn, I know we haven’t talked in a few weeks, and you’re probably not even watching this, but just know that I am so proud of you. I don’t know how I could not be. I really hope you make something wonderful of yourself. You were by far my favorite part of this journey. Thank you for sticking with me and for loving me. And even though we aren’t together anymore, I love you.”

“We almost had it all, didn’t we?”

AN: Yeah, I don't think I like this babahahah. Love the concept but someone out there could definitely write it better.

#zayn mailk #zayn x reader #zayn malik fanfic #zayn malik angst #angst fanfic

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noctumbra · 4 years

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❝tight❞

summary ─ “hmm, yes, dolly?” you whined for real this time, making him smirk against your skin mischievously. “you want something?”

pairing ─ boxer!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, gym shower sex, dirty talk, pet names, fingering

a/n ─ just gonna post this and go back into hiding. this schedule is the new black gals. i’ll post if i write, and i don’t write then i’ll post whenever i write lol this is the conclusion i have finally come up with. hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank you <33

KINKTOBER DAY TWELVE: boxer!bucky + gym shower sex + humiliation kink

You stepped into the workout area with your towel on your shoulder and your water bottle in hand. Your headphones were around your neck, your phone was tied to your thigh securely. There were people around; lifting weights, running or jogging on the treadmill, cycling, jumping rope… Lots of grunts and groans and victorious moans were filling the large space.

You walked around a couple guys who were doing sit-ups and found yourself an empty treadmill. You always started your workout with a light jog, most people stretched you had observed, but you liked to jog. Setting up the pace, you started your workout with your workout playlist blasting through your headphones and let the time wash away as you got rid of the extra energy.

Not realizing how long it had passed since you had started your workout, you stopped doing sit-ups for a short break. You were soaked; your hair was sticking to your skin and your workout gear was partially wet because of your sweat. Breathing deeply and steadily, you pulled off your headphones. While you were lost in your head, the gym had emptied itself.

Well, almost.

He was in the ring like usual you realized, seeing his reflection from the mirror wall.

James.

He usually came to the gym after 9PM. He liked the quiet and liked being alone, you assumed, and you really couldn’t blame him because you, too, liked the quiet and being alone while working out. You knew that if he were to come early, he couldn’t workout as effectively as he was now because there would be a lot of people who’d ask questions about boxing.

James was a boxer.

You learned that from Sam. He had championships on some… ballsy competition was what Sam had told you. You weren’t into boxing so you usually just admired the man doing his thing.

He was working with Steve per usual. Both of them beefy and handsome as hell, you watched them move on the ring like silk fabrics sliding against each other. Their moves were so smooth but held so much strength beneath, it always got you wet just by watching them boxing together. They were topless, only had a pair of black basketball shorts and wraps on their hands. Both their chests were shining under the light, a soft sheen of sweat covering their bulging biceps and chests.

You shook yourself out of your trance when your eyes found James’ cold blue ones. Feeling your face heating up because of his look, you ducked your head and decided to continue to your workout before your body got cold. Putting on your headphones back, you returned to your workout.

It was actually James who touched your shoulder and pointed your headphones when you looked up at him.

“Hi,” he said, “Steve said that he was closing for tonight, but you didn’t hear him.” You frowned. You didn’t know your workout lasted this long. Pulling your phone out from where it was strapped to your thigh, you checked the time.

“Holy shit,” you murmured. James chuckled lightly.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I told Steve that I could close up since I needed the extra hour of training, but I really need to close up.” He smiled at you sheepishly. You nodded.

“No, of course!” You jumped to your feet, but forgetting about the head rush, you had to grab his bicep to stand on your feet.

“Whoa,” James said, his other hand grabbing you by the waist. “You okay?” You swayed on your feet dangerously, looking pale as hell as you did so. James frowned and tightened his hold around you. He really didn’t want you pass out or fall.

“’m fine,” you murmured. “Head rush,” you added as you blinked furiously. “I’ll be going shortly.” James nodded.

“You could take it slow,” he said, “Hell, you should take it slow. I’ll wait until you’re out of shower. I need one, too, anyway. I stink.” You chuckled at him softly. Nodding, you grabbed your things and stood slower this time. You walked towards the showers together silently. His presence next to you wasn’t as intimidating as you thought it would be, and you smiled at yourself.

“I think you know your way around─ ah, hell,” he cursed. You turned your head to see what was happening.

Apparently the men’s showers were closed because there was cleaning inside. Biting your lip, you looked at him as an idea formed into your mind.

“You could, um,” you started, “use the women’s? It’s only me anyway and I can check if there’s someone just in case?” James frowned slightly before nodding. You smiled at him and quickly ran inside; checking every shower, you made sure that there was no one. “It’s empty. Come on.”

“Gimme a minute? I gotta grab my bag,” he said, jerking his head towards the lockers. You nodded. “Don’t be afraid when I come inside though.” You chuckled and nodded again. Parting your ways with him, you opened your locker and retrieved your bigger towel. You took of your sweaty gear and put them into a small separate bag. With your shampoo and soap in your hand, you walked in one of the showers and turned on the hot water. As the hot water kicked in, you hung your towel just outside of the shower doors, and ducked under the water.

Feeling all the stickiness slowly going through the drain, you closed your eyes.

You yelped when you felt two hands grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against a ripped chest.

“Sssh,” James hushed you. “I told you don’t be afraid when I come inside, right?” He whispered into your ear, making you shudder under the hot water.

“I─ I didn’t expect─” He hummed at your way of tripping over your own words.

“I can go,” he murmured. “I can go to the one at the very end if you’re not up for this,” he added. “I really want this, though.” His nose poked the soft skin behind your ear, body molded against yours, you felt your body melt in his embrace. “You tell me no, and I take it to the heart, but─” James chuckled darkly. “I’ve been seeing you, honey,” he murmured. “Seeing you watch me. You watch me with those sexy eyes, making me lose my focus. Steve always gets a good punch in whenever you distract me.”

You whined so silently, you weren’t sure that he heard over the water’s roaring sound.

“The way you move, though,” James hummed approvingly. “Those leggings? Gets me hard the second I see them hugging your body the way they do.”

“James…” you whispered, causing him to tighten his hold around you.

“Hmm, yes, dolly?” You whined for real this time, making him smirk against your skin mischievously. “You want something?” You nodded, your hand finding his on your stomach. “Say it out loud, please,” he whispered. You had to swallow a couple times to get your tongue working again.

“Fuck me,” you whispered as your eyes found his over your shoulder. His cold steel blue eyes weren’t as cold as before now; they were warm, but dark, burning with restrained desire. “Please?”

Hearing him growl was your ‘yes’ and suddenly, you were plastered against the cold, shower wall. Yelping from the sudden coolness on your warm skin, you flinched back, but James was there to corner you.

His ripped body was a furnace behind you; his erection pressing against your ass, you felt his hands move upwards. You hummed, arching into the warmth that was coming off of his body and sneaked a hand in his wet hair. James kissed your exposed neck, hands grabbing your breasts softly, he squeezed them; causing you to moan loudly.

“Hush, honey,” James murmured. “The cleaners are still around.” You whimpered, but he was right. Getting caught by them would be a nightmare and you probably would have to change your gym. Which you did not want. “I know you wanna make noises,” James assured you, “I want to hear you, too, baby, but you gotta keep it quiet for tonight, okay? Next time, I’ll have you screaming freely.”

You shuddered at the mention of next time. There would be a next time in his book then, you thought, and felt giddy about it. Your focus turned to him again; his hips were moving against your ass slowly, smearing precum all over the soft flesh and let the water wash it away.

“Please?” You whispered.

His hand left your breast, found his cock and he lined up against your wet pussy. Running the tip of his cock up and down a couple times just to tease you, he slid inside. The pain of his cock stretching your pussy got you gasping into the tiles; he didn’t have a long cock, he was average in the height department. His girth, however, that was a whole different story.

James groaned into your shoulder as he bottomed out. His hot breath was licking over the wet skin, making you shiver in his arms every once in a while. He kissed your shoulder, nosed your ear and the hand that had left your breast had found its way back there.

“Tight,” he snarled. “Tighter than a virgin, aren’t ya, dolly?” You whined lowly as you nodded. His hips were moving just like before; slow and sensual, but you knew that he was coming to an end of his patience. “Never had a pussy as tight as yours, honey. Gripping me so nicely, it’s like your pussy is hugging my cock, feels so damn good.”

You moaned as his cock grazed over a sensitive spot. Humming curiously, he did it again and again until it had you sobbing against the cold wall in front you silently.

“Is that the spot that can get you all weak and stupid for me, dolly?” James asked. His mouth was running and spitting filth non-stop. “Should I do it again? I bet you get so sweet, like a mewling kitten, when you’re a stupid dolly. Are you, honey?”

Sobbing harder as he did graze over that spot again like he said, you nodded. “Yes, yes! Please, God, please, please!” James hushed you. He kissed the side of your neck and started to move his hips faster. Hitting that spot over and over, you felt his balls smacking against your skin, too, and moaned at the feeling. It was adding a different sensation onto the ones that you were already drowning in.

You grabbed his bubbly ass, dug your nails as you pulled him against your body harder. James moaned deeply, breath licking over your ear. You swallowed all the noises he let out by turning your head and kissing him. James hummed. One of his hands cradled your jaw and he continued to kiss you as he fucked you faster and harder.

“Ah!” You shouted as his other hand found your clit and started to flick it furiously.

“Hush, stupid dolly,” he snarled. “I don’t want anyone to hear you while you’re like this. I don’t wanna be interrupted, either.” You nodded, tongue swelling in your mouth and stopping you from talking, you just nodded. “Such a good doll for me, aren’t ya? So good and weak for me.” Mewling, you bucked your hips, met his hips thrust by thrust.

“Pussy is goddamn good,” he groaned, loudly. “’s gonna make me come, honey,” he licked over your pulse and nibbled on it gently as the sensation tipped you over the edge. Your body shivered violently and hips bucked against his harshly, you dug your nails even deeper in his ass. You barely stifled your scream.

“Oh, fuck─” James growled. His hips were smacking against yours, cock driving in you at a mad pace, he grunted. You hummed as you melted in his arms. “’m gonna─ Fuck, ‘m─” Letting out a soft ‘ah’ sound, James came, too. You felt him twitch and jerk inside of you and chuckled, drunk on pleasure.

It took James a minute to collect himself. “So, I was wondering,” he started.

“Hm?” You murmured a response as you let him move you under the water fully and handed you your shampoo.

“I have this competition,” he said, “I’ve been meaning to ask, actually. I was gonna dine and wine you first,” he scratched the back of his neck as the pink color brightened his ears. You looked at him, grinning. “Will you come to my competition? Will you let me win it for ya, dolly?” Preening under his warm look and all the pet names he called you with, you nodded.

“Even though I won’t be enjoying you getting this face busted, I’d love to be there,” you said and trailed your fingers over his face. James grabbed your hand and kissed the inside of your wrist.

“Then it’s a date,” he winked at you and you both smiled at each other shyly.

──

James won that competition for you under twenty minutes, breaking a record at the same time. He got a busted lip, a split eyebrow and a gonna-bruise-badly injury on his cheekbone. Nothing was broken, and he was actually okay.

“Look!” He yelled at you as he pointed his raised fist by the referee. “I did it for you!” You felt all the warmth had rushed into your cheeks as you got nudged by Sam.

“You got an in love puppy following you around,” Sam murmured as he watched James.

“Well, I’m an in love kitten for him, so it’s mutual,” you said, smiling throughout the whole thing.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagines #boxer!bucky #kinktober 2020

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snelbz · 3 years

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Tempting the Fates {Chapter 8}

Summary: It’s the final semester of Aelin Galathynius’ collegiate career and she is so beyond ready to be done. Her schedule is packed full of nursing classes and labs designed to test her knowledge and hone her skills for the real world and her “big girl” job. However, she needs one last elective to graduate, so she decides to study a subject she’s always been fascinated by: Mythology. Who would have thought that a class about gods and goddesses living complicated lives would end up complicating her own in such an unexpected way?

A @snelbz X @theladyofdeath collaboration.

Word Count: 2752

Chapters will be posted every Wednesday.

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***Announcement! *** After the completion of I’ll be Seeing You and Tempting the Fates, all of Tara and I’s joint fanfiction will be posted on a separate blog that we run together > @snacmc. Be sure to follow the new blog as we will start posting on there soon!

Athena

– Goddess of wisdom, reason, intelligent activity, literature, handicrafts and science, defense and strategic warfare

Rowan felt ridiculous.

He had spent the last hour cleaning his apartment and was currently pulling all of the food out that was meant to be prepared for dinner.

Steak, carrots, green beans, potatoes, a wide range of spices.

Thanks to the internet, Rowan knew what to do with them all.

It’s not like it was that big of a deal - Lorcan and Elide were joining him and Aelin for dinner.

And although he had hosted Lorcan and Elide a million times for dinner, Rowan had never cooked, nor had he introduced them to someone he was crazy about.

And he was crazy about Aelin.

She didn’t have classes on Fridays, something he wished he had been smart enough to plan when he was in college, so she’d done his grocery shopping while he was teaching all day. When he got home, he was expecting her to still be there. But his apartment was empty.

I have to get ready, she’d explained when he called her. I wasn’t expecting Lorcan the other night, but I have to impress Elide.

“You could have gotten ready here. You shower here all the time.”

We have sex in the shower, I don’t use it for functional purposes. Not yet anyway.

So here he was, laptop open to a recipe for pan-seared steak, making sure he had everything he needed.

Aelin had promised she’d be here before Lorcan and Elide, and he had been hoping to impress her with his skills in the kitchen, too, even if they were rough.

Now he was hoping not to set the smoke alarms off as he turned the stove on and put way more butter than he was used to using in the cast iron pan.

As it began to melt, he was already considering his meal a success.

Just as he was dropping the steaks into the pan, the front door opened and Aelin was letting herself in.

“Follow the sound of the sizzling,” he called, and Aelin came into view a second later.

She whistled, brows raised. “I like a man in the kitchen.”

Rowan laughed as he met her halfway, giving her a kiss. “Hopefully you still like it after you eat what I make.” Another kiss. “You look beautiful.”

She scoffed. “I’m wearing leggings and a top.”

“And you look beautiful in them,” he replied, turning back to the stove. “Just like you do in everything.”

“You’re a shameless flirt,” she said, beginning to chop the vegetables. But he saw the blush creep across her cheeks and ears.

Although they were cooking a homemade meal, he’d made sure she knew this wasn’t going to be anything fancy.

Elide would never let me live it down.

Rowan had always got along well with Elide, although he had absolutely no idea how she ended up with Lorcan. Rowan loved his oldest and closest friend, but he was a natural asshole.

Elide was the opposite.

“I have to confess,” Aelin began, nibbling on her bottom lip. “I’m a little nervous.”

Rowan’s brows rose. “Why?”

“Well, these are the people we’re going to be spending a lot of time with, I assume, since they’re two out of four people that know about us.” She gestures between the two of them. Their unorthodox relationship. “If she’s as sweet as you say she is, I’m worried my sarcastic ass will offend the woman.”

Rowan couldn’t help the laughter that shook his body. “Do I need to remind you that she’s been with Lorcan for the last five years?”

Aelin whistled. “Five years and still no ring? That gives me good material to ruffle Lorcan with.”

He froze and glanced over a shoulder at her. “Maybe don’t bring that up.”

Aelin was instantly grateful she had mentioned it now, and not in front of Lorcan directly. “Why?”

“Lorcan is…” Rowan trailed off as he flipped one of the steaks over. “He’s complicated. He’s not great with commitment. Elide is the only girl he’s been in a real relationship with as long as I’ve known him.”

“And how long is that?” Aelin asked, transferring the chopped veggies into a baking dish.

“We’ve been best friends since elementary school.”

Aelin’s eyes widened. “Oh. Wow. Okay, I won’t bring up anything to do with weddings or babies or any other lifelong commitments.”

“Good idea,” Rowan chuckled. “It may not seem like it, but as of now, Lorcan likes you. Imagine how cranky of an ass he would be if you got on his bad side.”

“Almost as bad as it is for someone who gets on mine,” Aelin grinned, and that mischief sent a thrilling chill down Rowan’s spine.

He opened his mouth to respond, to say something along the lines of lets do it right here, right now, before they get here, but a single knock sounded on the door.

Aelin whistled. “Even Lorcan’s knock is grumpy.”

“It’s also early,” Rowan mumbled, setting the tongs he’d been using down beside the stove and heading for the door. On any other occasion, Lorcan would have let himself in, like usual, but he knew how important this night was. Or at least was to Rowan.

He opened the door and found Lorcan grimacing, while the petite girl with dark hair was bouncing from foot to foot.

“Is she here?” Elide asked, grin growing. “Or do I have time to grill you about this alone before she shows up?”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to grill us both,” Aelin said, appearing from the kitchen, a smile on her face.

As Rowan shut the door behind them, Elide’s mouth popped open into a little O and her eyes narrowed.

Aelin’s grin grew. “Hello, Elide.”

“Aelin,” she breathed. “Aelin Aelin? As in…Aelin?”

“I’m guessing it was the same Elide,” Lorcan mumbled, carrying a covered dish into the apartment. “Elide made dessert.”

With that, he was going into the kitchen to place it on the table.

The two women ran towards each other and embraced. Rowan kept his mouth shut as he watched the scene unfold.

Elide stepped back. “You don’t seem as surprised as me. Why don’t you seem as surprised as me?”

“Lorcan told me where you were from and how you moved around last time I was graced with his presence.” Aelin shrugged, that grin remaining. “I had a hunch, but wasn’t sure. Besides, if it did end up being you, I wasn’t sure you’d remember me.”

Elide turned and glared at her boyfriend. “A little heads up would have been appreciated.”

He was already halfway to the fridge, heading for a beer he knew Rowan would have restocked for them. “What she said. I didn’t want to get the story wrong or your hopes up.”

Rolling her eyes, Elide looked back to Aelin. “Men.”

Ending up back in the kitchen, Aelin finished up the veggies and was putting them in the oven when Elide asked, “So Aelin, how exactly did you two meet?”

Aelin glanced at Rowan and then back towards Elide. She was sipping her wine as she leaned against the counter, looking like the picture of innocence. Lorcan was shaking his head where he stood next to her.

Clearing her throat softly, she took the safe route. “In class.”

Elide’s eyes lit up. “So he really is your professor.”

“I thought that had been established,” Rowan mumbled, covering the steaks with foil to rest before they ate.

“I wasn’t sure if you two were just trying to mess with me again,” she said, eyeing Lorcan and Rowan. Turning to Aelin, she said, “I’m so glad I won’t be the only girl anymore. You have no idea how awful it is being the third wheel with these two.”

“You’re the third wheel with these two?” Aelin asked, brow raised.

Elide barked a laugh. “Absolutely. The more time you spend around these lovebirds, you’ll see what I’m talking about. Their bromance is out of control.”

“Bromance, huh?” Aelin grinned as Rowan rolled his eyes.

“It’s cute, really,” Elide said, then slowly shook her head as she met Aelin’s eyes. “Wow. I just can’t believe it’s you. It’s good to see you.”

“You too,” Aelin said, and Lorcan cleared his throat from where he stood on the other side of the room.

“Are we done with sappy pleasantries?” He asked. “I came to eat.”

Elide pointed to the oven, where the vegetables were still roasting. “Five more minutes in the oven, but you and Rowan can set the table if you don’t feel like hearing us talk.”

She gave him a brilliant smile, which he scowled at, but Rowan indeed clapped a hand on his friend’s shoulder and led him from the room.

“Are you still close with Aedion? How is he?”

Elide asked, perching on one of the bar stools as Aelin refilled their wine glasses and stirred the pot of mashed potatoes on the stove.

“Yeah, he practically lives with me,” Aelin replied rolling her eyes affectionately. “He’s dating my best friend, and graduates in the spring, like me.”

“What’s he studying?” Elide asked, then added. “I thought he was older than us.”

“He is, by two years. He took a year off to find himself,” Aelin snorted, holding up air quotes. “Then he changed his major twice, which gave him a few unexpected setbacks. But he’ll have a degree in sports medicine and will be going back at some point to get his specialization in physical therapy.”

“I remember him being big into sports,” Elide nodded. “Good for him.”

“And you?” Aelin asked, leaning her elbows on the counter. “College not the path for you?”

“Oh no,” Elide said, chuckling. “I went for a few months before deciding it wasn’t for me. I started serving and making good tips, so I didn’t pursue anything else until recently. About a year ago I started getting really into pottery. I started my own little business a couple months ago, that I do for just a little extra cash and for the hell of it.”

“Really?” Aelin asked, brow raised. “That's incredible. What do you make?”

Elide opened her mouth to speak, but it was Lorcan that said. “Vases, mostly. She’s incredibly talented.”

Aelin hadn’t even heard them come back in, but as if on cue, the timer behind her went off. She turned to pull the vegetables out of the oven, but glanced back over her shoulder and Elide, who was smiling softly at Lorcan. “You’ll have to show me,” she said, setting the baking dish on a trivet. “I’d love to buy one.”

Elide’s smile was almost as radiant as she was.

“Okay. No more ordering in when we come over,” Elide said, setting her fork and knife down on her nearly empty plate. “You’re cooking from now on, Rowan.”

Everything had been delicious, even if the potatoes had been instant. Rowan was pretty damn proud of himself. “Aelin helped,” he said, his hand finding her knee under the table.

“Then you better keep her, because that was delicious and take out isn’t going to cut it anymore.” Elide sipped from her wine and winked at Aelin from across the table.

“Even I can’t protest that,” Lorcan said, throwing his arm around the back of Elides chair.

“And I didn’t help that much,” Aelin said, holding her hands up. “Rowan started cooking this afternoon. I just put veggies in the oven.”

“Well, either way, it means Lor and I are on clean up duty. You two go relax,” Elide said, and rose, beginning to pick up plates.

Lorcan groaned but followed his girlfriend’s lead, nonetheless.

Aelin laughed quietly as she took Rowan’s hand and pulled him into the living room.

“I like the hold she has over him,” Aelin said, once they were alone. “It’s inspiring.”

Rowan hummed as he put an arm around her and pulled her against his side. “That’s a great way to describe Elide. Inspiring.”

Aelin thought of the murky memories she had of the young girl. She’d moved to Perranth right around the time Aelin’s own parents had died. Sadly, that move had been prompted by the same reason. Elide’s parents had also passed and her uncle had received full guardianship of her, and he lived in Perranth. Rather than uproot his life, he decided to uproot Elide’s. She had been too young for a cell phone, so there had been no way to stay in touch at the time, but Aelin was glad to see her back in Orynth. She was sure Aedion would be happy to hear about it, too.

“I think she likes you,” Rowan murmured, his lips by her ear.

Her laughter was soft as she rested her head against his shoulder. “I’d hope so. She’s known me since we were children.”

Rowan scoffed. “That means nothing. I’ve known

Lorcan since we were children and half the time

I hate him.”

Aelin’s head fell back as she laughed a little louder. “Well, that’s understandable. But me? I’m a peach.”

“Yeah, you are,” he whispered, and kissed her, softly. She held onto him a little bit tighter, and she couldn’t help but think how perfectly the night had gone.

If only the people who currently knew about their relationship would be the only people that knew about their relationship, Aelin wouldn't mind it. At least, not for a while.

“Elide was right, though,” Aelin muttered. “Your food is delicious. I’m continuously impressed by you.”

He shook his head and laughed quietly. “Thank the Internet. I can just follow directions well.”

The two fell into silence as they listened to Lorcan and Elide’s banter from the kitchen, and Aelin couldn’t help but laugh. It was clear they had been together for a while, with how comfortable they were, and Aelin was happy for them, if not a little bit jealous. She knew it was something that couldn’t be rushed, but feeling like that with someone, like that someone was home, was something she hadn’t experienced in a while.

“He’a different around her,” Aelin quietly mused as Lorcan’s deep rumble of laughter reached them from the other room.

Rowan nodded slowly. “Their story isn’t mine to tell, but… He helped her out of a dark place, but she also saved him, in her own way.”

She understood that. Hopefully, she and Elide would become close enough that she’d feel like she could open up to her.

It’d be nice to have another girlfriend, like Lysandra.

“You should come over one night this week,” Aelin said, looking up into his face. “So you can get to know Aedion and Lysandra.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “I think Lysandra and I got a good start on that in class.”

Aelin grinned as she framed his face with her hands. “She’s a little extra, but so am I, so you shouldn’t mind that too much.”

Rowan scrunched his nose but sighed. “I guess that would be fine…considering they already know about us.”

“Kind of hard to hide from my best friend and roommate,” Aelin muttered. “And obnoxious cousin.”

“We could always go up north for a weekend, too,” Rowan suggested. “With Lor, Elide, and Lysandra and your cousin. I have a cabin there.”

“Of course you do.” Aelin rolled her eyes. “Spoiled, rotten rich kid.”

There was a flash of hurt in his eyes, but before she could ask about it, or even begin to apologize, Elide was sweeping into the room. “Dinner is all cleaned up and I still have room for dessert. Anyone else?”

“Depends on what it is,” Rowan smirked, his arm still around Aelin. That hurt was gone and Aelin wondered if she’d imagined it. “Not your attempt at a crockpot apple pie again, is it?”

“That was one time and had too little liquid. My crockpot was too large,” she huffed, but crossed her arms. “It’s a triple chocolate cake, actually.”

Aelin’s interest was immediately piqued. “Oh, there’s always room for chocolate cake.”

Elide grinned and took her hand, pulling her off the couch and into the kitchen. Lorcan took a seat on the other side of the couch and sighed.

“The two of them together is terrifying.”

Rowan smiled. He was sure they could get into some trouble, but it was nothing he and Lorcan wouldn’t be able to handle.

He was happy, he realized, trying to shove back the dark memories he’d accidentally dredged up. He was happier than he’d been in years, and Aelin was the reason.

He just prayed nothing happened to end that happiness.

#tempting the fates #snacmc ttf #rowaelin ttf #throne of glass #rowaelin #snacmc collab

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ASH’S TMA HURT/COMFORT/FLUFF REC LIST

For the gays. (And @damcrows who’s been dead for the past 24 hours. Rest in peace babe. Read some gay fic. Deny the inevitability of canon. <3)

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the end, but the start (of all things that are left to do) by @ajkal2

Jon wakes up.

aka. mag200 tore out my heart

(Very smol, very short, very spoiler. Def recommend for anyone who just finished the podcast.)

remind me how to smile by @tamerofdarkstars

Jon is probably fine, just hiding out somewhere while the whole murder thing blows over and that's... fine. Martin is fine with that explanation. Really. He's got plenty to distract himself - like listening through the entire What the Ghost episode library, for example. Or watching Georgie Barker's Instagram livestreams.

(Yea this was in the last rec list, but you don’t understand THE ADMIRAL GIVES CUDDLES)

Chamomile by Dribbledscribbles

Whatever the ex-tea was, if it really had ever been that last bag of chamomile Martin claimed he’d found tucked in the back of the cupboard, it was fast now.

Martin had tried catching it, chasing it, blocking its way with shoebox lids and plates and an upended footstool, but the thing was just too quick. Jon knew as well as Knew that he might have left off the attempts completely if not for the creature’s preferred game.

The game was, See How Many Times I Can Push Martin Towards Cardiac Arrest Before He Comes at Me with The Broom.

(Scottish Honeymoon Era. Adorable and weird. A vampire gets harassed.)

hey stranger by @ennuijpg

It’s a late night Tesco run, how eventful could it be? It’s not like Martin is going to run into his boss who’s wearing something absurdly different from usual and get the most acute form of whiplash possible from seeing him, right?

(Martin runs into Jon at the grocery store and has an existential crisis.)

roses roses, roses. by @judesstfrancis

Rose scented laundry detergent. Running into Jon in the breakroom. Running into Jon on his way back to his desk. Rose scented detergent. Running into Jon. Roses. Jon. Roses, roses, roses.

(Canon enemies to friends to lovers au-ish. Martin POV. Very pining much sweet.)

go softly by doomcountry

And there is nothing else besides this.

(More hurt/comfort than fluff. Scottish Honeymoon Era. Mild eye mutilation.)

Not Alone by @backofthebookshelf

After the coffin, Daisy and Jon are both fragile. They hold each other up.

(Post-buried Jon&Daisy starter pack. Very hurt/comfort.)

trust my love by antlsepticeye

“you… you’re real, aren’t you?” jon whispers, the fog slowly dissipating from his mind. “it is not a trick?”

“i’m here,” martin says softly, reaching up to grab jon’s hand that was resting on his cheek, intertwining his fingers with jon’s and squeezing. he moves jon’s hand to martin’s chest, resting it over his heart. “you’re alright. i’m alright. take your time, love. let’s just take some deep breaths, okay?”

(TOUCHSTARVED JON HAS ENTERED THE CHAT.)

reaching out by Athina_Blaine

By the time things settled, when Martin had finally managed to crack through his cold shell, feel some of his old self returning to him in bits and pieces, they had found their little routine.

One that had the two of them sleeping in the same bed, making breakfast, going to the mart. Where Jon reached for his wrist while they slept, and Martin luxuriated in the gentle warmth of his fingers.

But not one where Martin reached back. One that had Martin kissing Jon awake or taking his hand over the breakfast table, because ... Martin never had the courage to try. And then it never became a part of the routine.

And Martin desperately wanted it to be.

Martin and Jon have an important conversation.

(More Scottish Honeymoon Era for the soul. Hurt/comfort/fluff.)

Belabor by @janekfan

Jon's given the position of Archivist and is falling apart at the seams. Tim and Sasha are upset and playing games. Elias is overbearing and manipulative.

And poor Martin is stuck cleaning up the mess.

(THEE first fic I ever read for tma. Season 1, hurt/comfort/fluff, and hints of Jmartin. janekfan is the absolute master of seasons 1-3 hurt/comfort. This is my favorite, but pls check out the rest of their fics.)

tea, blankets, and a damnable stubborn attitude by ivelostmyspectacles

“Are you really gonna stay here and pester Jon all evening?”

“I’m not pestering him,” Martin retorted, sounding vehement if not busy going through the cupboards. “I’m heating up soup.”

“Oh, you might as well make him another cup of tea while you’re at it.”

“Oh, good idea.”

Jon shot Tim a withering look.

(The one where Jon is ill, Martin makes tea and they watch doctor who together. Fluff 1000%.)

A Kind Hand by @voiceless-terror

Jonathan Sims was adjusting just fine, thank you very much.

In which a minor workplace spill causes Jon to realize that he might have friends.

(Ah yes, the other master of seasons 1-3 fic aka voiceless-terror being my other fav author in the fandom. This one is also season 1 hurt/comfort/fluff.)

A Weather In The Flesh by @cuttoothed

"There is a span of years where Jon doesn’t touch anyone other than the occasional hand shake. It’s not so bad. He’s never been someone who’s needed physical affection."

Jon has never been any good at making people want to stick around.

(More touched starved Jon! Much hurt/comfort!)

Something Old, Something New by @cirrus-grey

Months have passed, and everyone is doing better than they were. Daisy and Basira are getting married, Melanie is feeling her old self, Georgie is as much herself as she has ever been, and even Jon has stabilized on his wild fall away from humanity. Everyone is doing better.

Well. Almost everyone.

(Daisy/Barsira wedding! Melanie is a bitch and we love her! Jmartin dance! Post-canon (almost) everyone lives!)

The Weight of Love by @voiceless-terror

Jon is a restless sleeper. Martin attempts to adjust.

(The fic where Jon is literally me and Martin attempts to sleep for 1k words.)

The Art of Conversation by @voiceless-terror

"Do you ever stop talking?"

Jon has a complicated relationship with words. Difficulties come and go.

(Jon has adhd and Martin is in love.)

Novelty by @backofthebookshelf

Jon experiences A Sexual Attraction; Martin has A Concern. They figure it out.

(Any fic that explores the ace spectrum is a 10/10. We stan all ace interpretations of jon on this blog.)

Half a Hug by Dathen

I know you weren’t going to hurt me, I trust you, he said again and again. And then a different kind of fear shone through, hollow and echoing: “Please don’t stop touching me."

Or: Life is hard when you're touch-starved but have trauma related to your closest friend. Spoilers through TMA 132.

(Honestly bless every author who saw jon&daisy and was like. They’re siblings. No I will not elaborate.)

the loneliness never left me (but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company) by Athina_Blaine

It was about Martin making Jon feel safe, treasured, and loved. And it had been so, so long since anyone made him feel that way.

And, in the face of it all, Jon was starting to flounder.

(At this point I just need to make separate rec list for Scottish Honeymoon Era.)

you can watch me corrode by scarletfish

"So, how long have you been pulling this shit then?"

"I… excuse me?" Jon’s indignant, certain she can’t mean what he thinks she means.

"When was the last time you ate?"

(Georgie decides Jon and Melanie need a normal day off. Jon learns that he and Melanie have more in common than he thought.)

(Look, Melanie isn’t my favorite person in tma, but she and Jon are like THE SAME PERSON and I adore fics that elaborate on their relationship.)

Out of the Wind, In From the Cold by @ostentenacity

There are two bedrooms in the safehouse, and two beds.

For a moment, Jon considers asking to share, but decides against it with a wince. “I really loved you,” Martin had told him. Loved. Past tense. And Martin doesn’t exactly have a lot of choices right now in terms of company; it would be cruel to demand he play at feelings he no longer has just to make Jon happy.

(For a moment, Martin considers asking to share. But he dismisses the idea with a shake of his head. Jon has already done so much for him. Martin isn’t about to ask for more, especially not when it’s something he doesn’t really need. He has his right mind back, and he has Jon’s friendship. That should be enough for him. It’ll have to be.)

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Jon thinks that Martin doesn’t love him. Martin thinks that Jon doesn’t love him. They do not, of course, discuss this. Unrequited love is already awkward enough, right? No need to dwell on it.

(THEE SCOTTISH HONEYMOON ERA FIC. IT’S ABOUT THE PINING, BEING MUTUALLY OBLIVIOUS AND FALLING IN LOVE. 10000/10.)

I Do by @voiceless-terror

“I, um- this was supposed to be a lot more romantic, I swear.” Martin looks down at the dirty bar floor. “I had it all planned out, I-I was going to take you somewhere nice, and then we’d go for a walk in the square- I’ll still do it!” He hurries to explain, as if that’s the most pressing part of this situation. “It’ll be really nice, I’ve already hired a photographer-”

In a fit of protectiveness, Martin proposes to Jon.

(Everyone lives, Martin accidentally proposes and Jon is crying in public.)

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