#i mentioned it so it's okay that I put it in the tags

[munson-blurbs]

Hehe for since you asked for fluffy smut, what if reader has had a long day at work and Eddie maybe fixes a bubble bath and they take one together, but then it gets a lil frisky

Is this more smut than fluff? Yes. Am I apologizing for it? Nope.

Collab with @corroded-hellfire who is once again the only reason there's any fluff at all.

CW: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), roommate!Eddie, accidental boners, grinding, lots and lots of touching, mention of oral (f) WC: 1.9k

Home might have been a tiny, two-bedroom apartment that perched above the heart of Hawkins, but at the end of a long shift, it’s Heaven. 

You kick off your shoes; apparently they’re one of the most supportive brands, according to the other waitresses, but your feet still ache. 

The throbbing in your feet is nothing compared to the roaring pain that inflames your lower back. Just pressing the heel of your palms into it makes you wince and groan. 

“You okay?” Eddie calls from his room. You hear him fumbling to put away his guitar before you can even reply. 

The door swings open and he stands there, posture sagging when he sees how beaten down you look. Whatever makeup you had applied that afternoon had long faded, and the stains on your apron certainly added the finishing touch. 

Eddie, meanwhile, is refreshed—infuriatingly so. Today was his day off, and though he put in a lot of work the other six days of the week, you still yearned for the well-restedness that had him bounding over to you. 

“Bubble bath?” When you two had first moved in together, he used to try and talk to you about your day. He took it personally when you retreated to your room without glancing in his direction. But now he knew that you talk when you regain your energy. And there’s no shortage of gossip after eight hours at Benny’s. 

You nod, offering him as much of a grateful smile as you can muster. “That would be great.” You weren’t sure how you managed to find a great friend like Eddie, but you weren’t about to question it, either. 

None of the guys you’d actually dated had ever been so understanding. But Eddie…he managed to always know what you needed. 

He offers you one of his signature grins that always brighten your day and heads down the hall to the bathroom. You take off your name tag when the loud gush of the tub faucet reaches your ears and you barely have time to yank your socks off before Eddie’s back in your doorway. 

“Your spa awaits,” he says. “I would’ve prepared you some music but I don’t think any of my metal cassettes have the ambiance you’re looking for right now.”

You shake your head as you pass by him and step towards the bathroom door. 

“Not really,”  you agree. “I’ll let you know if I need it for some inspiration working out or welding or something.”

Eddie huffs a laugh and slips his hands into the back pockets of his black jeans.

“Wasn’t that Flashdance?”

“Yeah, but that music wasn’t my thing,” you admit with a shrug before you step into the bathroom. The door clicks behind you as it closes and you’re immediately shedding the stained, greasy uniform you’ve been dying to ditch all day. 

A trail of clothing is left in your wake as you step up to the tub, the bubbles fizzing and giving off a calming jasmine scent. Not wanting to scald your skin as the cherry on top of this already grueling day, you slip your hand into the water to test the temperature. It’s perfect. You don’t know how Eddie does it; he must have the magic touch. 

The water, the bubbles, the scent, it’s all too inviting. You lift one leg over the side of the tub and climb in, quickly bringing the other in as well. In your haste to start your relaxation, you slip a bit as you begin to sit down. Instinct has you catching yourself on the sides of the tub almost instantly, but it causes the collection of soap, shampoo, and conditioner bottles to tumble onto the floor in a large heap. You stare at the pile for a moment.

“Ah, I’ll deal with you later,” you decide under your breath and sink further down into the warmth waiting to heal you from your long day. 

The bubbles tickle your skin as they gradually make their way higher. They stop around your breasts and the warm water wraps itself around every achy muscle in your body. 

Suddenly, the bathroom door busts open, a frazzled Eddie charging in with wide, concerned eyes. He’s only in a Corroded Coffin t-shirt and boxers now, so maybe the loud bang woke him from a nap. 

“I-Is everything okay?” he asks as he eyes the pile of bottles on the floor.

“Oh yeah, I just knocked those over when I got in,” you explain. 

Eddie breathes a sigh of relief but the moment his eyes land on you, his body tenses up even worse than before. He’s clearly trying not to stare at you—especially your chest—but he’s failing miserably. You look down to find that your roommate has a pretty good view of the tops of your boobs. 

When you look back to Eddie, you get a pretty nice view yourself. Since he’s only wearing boxers on his lower half, his boner is quite evident. 

A smug sense of satisfaction settles over you, even seeing how uncomfortable Eddie seems to be at getting caught. But you’re not going to tease him or make him feel bad about anything. On the contrary, you’ve thought of yet another way he can help you relax. 

“Do you wanna join?” you purr. 

When Eddie looks your way you give him the most innocent, wide eyed look you can manage and flutter your lashes a few times. 

Worry blooms within you when he doesn’t immediately respond. 

Did I overstep? Is he completely freaked out? Oh my god, what if his boner was completely unrelated to me and I just assumed—

His voice, smaller than you’ve ever heard it, interrupts your thoughts. “Mhm, yeah. I mean, if that’s cool with you.”

You nod, watching as he peels off his shirt and tosses it aside, exposing the soft tendrils of hair across his chest. There’s a tattoo on one pec; you want him, need him closer so you can run your tongue over it. 

He sheds his boxers next. Though you knew he was big just from seeing the bulge behind the fabric, nothing prepared you to see him fully on display. The reddish-pink tip leaks pre-cum as the shaft bobs in desperate search for the warmth of a body. 

“Where should I…” He’s gained a bit of confidence from the way you stare unabashedly at his naked body, but he’s still hesitant to push his luck too far. 

Scooting forward, you gesture to the now empty space behind you. Nerves buzz throughout your naked body —now wet in more ways than one. 

Eddie swings a leg over the edge of the tub, getting his balance before bringing the other to join. The way he places his hands on your shoulders results in an electricity that you can only hope he feels as well. 

His lower body disappears beneath the bubbles and he lets out a relaxed groan. You lean back until your head rests on his chest, his considerable length pressing against your lower back. 

“Sweetheart,” he whispers. Whether he means to speak that softly or he can’t manage anything louder, you can’t be sure. “Be careful.”

“Careful?”

He nods, lips grazing the shell of your ear. He’s so close to you, and yet he’s still too far away. “You’re so fucking tempting like this.”

You shift slightly, enough to see the blush in his cheeks that you know isn’t from the steamy bath. “Maybe I want you to be tempted.”

One tattooed arm snakes around your waist, fingers trailing upwards and stopped just shy of your breasts. 

“Don’t tease me,” he begs. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”

“I mean it.”

You take his hand and place it on your left breast. He whimpers, and you swear you could climax from the sound alone. 

Water sloshes around the tub as he hooks his legs around yours, gathering the stability he needs. 

“Fuck…” His hips move as he ruts up against you, desperate for relief. The way he pinches your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, starkly contrasts the gentle kisses he leaves on your shoulder blades. 

You want him. You need him. 

His other hand lays in the water and you guide it between your legs, now spread in anticipation of his touch. 

“There?” He asks as he finds your clit, rubbing it when you nod in the affirmative. 

Eddie increases his pace, fingers working in tandem to bring you pleasure. You arch your back, exposing your neck for him to bite and suck. 

“When we’re done,” he murmurs, “I want you splayed out on the bed for me. I need to see if your pussy is as pretty as I’ve imagined.”

His words awaken something within you. “Y-You imagine me…?” You start, unable to finish your sentence. 

Eddie nods. “Every time I jerk off, Sweetheart, I imagine being inside you. How you’d feel around my cock—mmph, fuck.”

“I picture you, too,” you confess. “Your fingers, or your cock, or—”

He raises a brow. “Or?”

“Or your mouth.” The admission spills from your lips. 

“Yeah? You want me to eat that pretty little pussy of yours?” Your own desire for him amps up his confidence. He’s impossibly and impressively hard, and you would do anything for him to stretch you out. 

You nod. “Please.”

“Okay, Sweetheart. Soon as we’re done here, yeah?” His breath hitches, his rutting becoming sloppier and needier as he nears orgasm. 

Bubbly waves crest over the side of the tub, drenching the bathmat and flooding the tile floor, but neither of you care. 

“Eds, little more, I’m gonna…” 

He follows your every order, your pussy clenching around nothing as he takes care of your clit. 

“Wanna make you feel good.” Eddie kisses your shoulder again. “Please let me make you feel good.”

You can only offer a moan as you come, chanting his name over and over. It’s a name you only ever dreamed about chanting so loudly; it was usually relegated to quiet whispers alone in your room. 

A new warmth, different from the bathwater, coats your lower back and drips down to your ass when Eddie finishes, the hand on your breast squeezing tight, pain and pleasure intermingling harmoniously. 

“Oh my god,” he pants. “That was…”

“Amazing.”

Eddie nods. “So fuckin’ amazing.” 

He lifts a bubble-covered hand to your chin, tilting it slightly so he can kiss you. His lips are soft but move with determination, his tongue sliding between yours. You let him in, your fingers playing with the wet tips of his hair. 

“Meant what I said about eating you out,” he mumbles into your mouth before stealing another kiss. 

Splayed out on the bed. His to ravish. The thought has you lunging for the towel hanging behind the door in an attempt to dry off. 

But when you stand, Eddie reaches out his hand and pulls you towards him, now eye-level with your pussy. “Knew she was perfect,” he says with a smirk. “Bet she tastes even better.”

The kiss he presses to your folds nearly buckled your knees. 

“You wanna find out?” He nods eagerly, and you giggle. “It might be a little lavender-y from the bath soap, though.”

Eddie shrugs. “Don’t care. Need you.”

And who are you to deny a man his needs?

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[joonsmagicshop]

Stress Relief Series- MYG

 Summary: A couple weeks ago Taehyung asked a favor. For you to have sex with his bandmates to relieve some tension and stress. How can you say no to that.

Paring: Yoongi/Reader (Namjoon, Jin and Taehyung are mentioned)

Rating: M/18+

Word Count: 5k

Tags: smut, fingering, eating pussy, soft Yoongi, dom Yoongi, hand jobs, cum eating, dirty talk.

Authors Note: My sweet Yoongi.

In case you missed it

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Yoongi knew he should have changed the code on his door ages ago.

Maybe he would actually get work done if he did.

His fingers danced across the keyboard as he pulled his headphones tighter against his ears to block out the sound of his bandmates talking.

His shoulders were starting to hurt from being so slouched over a computer desk his eyes were dry and his patience was thin

So very thin.

Yoongi knew what his strengths were, making music was one of them but lately he felt as if he had just hit a wall and could not break through it. He was stuck, musically constipated as Hobi said, which caused everyone to break out into giggles and Yoongi to shoot Hobi a very lewd gesture causing everyone to burst into laughs again

Yoongi closed his eyes for a moment and tried his best to get in a happy calm mindset but he could still hear Taehyung and Namjoon teasing each other in the background and Jin munching away on something.

Yoongi had enough and he ripped his headphones and turned the chair around.

“Alright everyone out! You all are annoying and I can’t concentrate. I’m changing the passcode tomorrow so out. Now.” He demands as Namjoon and Tae stare at him in shock and Jin just kept eating.

“We aren’t even doing anything! You had your headphones in the whole time!” Tae argues as he shoots Yoongi his signature pout which usually works, but not today.

“I could still hear you and Namjoon chatting. Out! Seriously I can’t concentrate. And Jin stop eating and getting crumbs everywhere. Honestly” Yoongi grumbles as he crosses his arms and stares them all down.

“Yoongi you spend all your time here we feel like we haven’t seen you except at dance practice. We wanted to hang out with you.” Namjoon says standing up and coming to sit in the chair next to Yoongi, concern written all over his face.

Yoongi let out a sigh, he didn’t mean to make Namjoon concerned, he had enough to worry about as their leader.

“Yeah, Yoongi I just wanted to hang out with my favorite Hyung.” Tae pouts as Yoongi shoots him a small smile.

“Rude!” Jin calls out kicking Taehyung’s shin and Namjoon puts a hand over his heart fake offended.

“Laying it on thick to stay. Nice try but no. Out all of you.” Yoongi says as Taehyung and Jin grumble but gather their things.

“I’ll stay and help you with the song,” Namjoon responds as he grabs the spare headphones out of the desk drawer and scoots closer.

“Thank you Namjoon. Finally some help.” Yoongi complains as the other two roll their eyes.

“Wow, Yoongi you seem stressed…” Taehyung starts with a smirk and Yoongi knows where he is going with this.

He hasn’t forgotten the proposition Taehyung made to them a month and a half prior. He had just been so busy he hadn’t thought about it.

Well okay, he has thought about it but it’s usually after a long studio session or dance session very late at night when it would be rude to call upon a stranger, so Yoongi would let his hand wrap around his cock and imagine it was someone else. Those were the nights he slept the best.

“Yeah, Yoongi you might want to do something about that. If only there was someone to help.” Jin teased as they both refused to leave standing by the door with matching smirks.

“Did I not tell you to get out?” Yoongi shoots back as he stares them down giving them death glares.

“Okay, guys enough. We are all stressed out let’s not make it worse.” Namjoon says diplomatically as Yoongi feels his shoulders slump again.

“You don’t have to be you know. I gave you a way out…an option.” Taehyung reminds them with a wave of his cell phone which has Jin cracking up beside him.

“Enough. Out.” Yoongi demands as he points to the door.

Taehyung giggles and opens the door to leave but Jin doesn’t leave just yet, his hand hovering on the door as he adjusts his bag on his shoulder.

“Ah, Namjoon I forgot to thank you for going to that exhibit and ditching me for dinner. I had a fantastic night. You really missed out".” He says teasingly with a wink as Namjoon’s eyes go wide.

Taeyhung is hunched over in the hallway cackling like a maniac and Yoongi is very close to standing up and slamming the door in their faces.

“Jin…seriously,” Namjoon whines with disapproval in his voice.

When Taehyung first brought the idea forward it was obvious that Namjoon disapproved. He reminded them they were idols and they needed to be careful and this was a huge risk. Taehyung reminded them he had been with Y/N for months and nothing had happened and his career was still intact, leaving it open for each of them to decide individually.

It seems not everyone shared Namjoon’s worry.

“And just so you know, my face is still handsome when I’m fucking someone against a mirror.” Jin finishes with a satisfied smirk as Yoongi finally has enough and stands up to slam the door in his so-called handsome face.

Taehyung and Jin run down the hallway cacking like hyenas before Yoongi can catch them and when he does slam the door it’s not as satisfying.

He runs a hand down his tired face and marches back to his computer where Namjoon is still seated in shock.

“You okay?” Yoongi asks as he fiddles around to pull up the song he had been stuck on for the past couple of days, sincerely hoping Namjoon could help him or he might scrap the whole thing out of frustration.

“Yeah, I just… they went against my warning? The maknaes I understand... they are horny little monsters but Jin? He is the oldest and supposed to be responsible? What if something happens?” Namjoon frets.

“I’m sure it will be okay. Taehyung said he has been with Y/N for a while and nothing has happened. I mean Jin was the one to point her out to him in the first place…responsible my ass. Either way, it already has happened and time machines don’t exist. We have enough to worry about with this tour.” Yoongi points out as Namjoon fiddles in his seat.

“I’m calling a meeting,” Namjoon says pulling out his phone.

Yoongi stops him with a hand on his arm.

“Namjoon no. What’s a meeting going to do anyway? You tell them not to they are going to want to do it more. We should just leave it.” Yoongi says as Namjoon grumbles and puts his phone in his pocket.

“Let’s just focus on the song okay? Please? Or do I have to kick you out too?” Yoongi half jokes as he grabs his discarded headphones.

“Sorry, Hyung just…stressed out,” Namjoon admits as Yoongi nods and puts the headphones over his messy hair as they both get to work.

The thing about someone warning you not to do something…

It really does make you want to do it more.

This was one of those times Yoongi hated being right.

He and Namjoon worked on the song for a total of two hours and Namjoon did help him get over his creative block.

It was a good studio session and Yoongi was grateful for his friend.

However, Namjoon had plans with some friends at his house, and even though he offered an invite to Yoongi multiple times Yoongi declined.

He wanted to stay and work on the music some more despite Namjoon telling him he needed rest and to eat something.

“I’m going to text you every hour Yoongi and if you are not out of this studio by eleven I’m dragging you out,” Namjoon warns as he throws his helmet over his head and waves as he leaves.

The problem is that Yoongi had all these ideas when Namjoon was around. He felt the creative juices flowing.

Now that Namjoon is gone and he is alone everything feels wrong.

His sweater is too hot, his hair tickles his face, his eyes burn from staring at a screen for too long, his shoulders hurt, he feels itchy and irritable and he is hard, so painfully hard in his track pants it’s annoying him further.

“Namjoon no. What’s a meeting going to do anyway? You tell them not to they are going to want to do it more.”

Yoongi hates being right.

But since Jin mentioned it Yoongi has not been able to stop thinking about it. It had been ages since he had something to satisfy him other than his right hand and the thought was tempting. How amazing it would feel to slide into a tight wet pussy, how good it would feel to have someone moaning his name, taking his cock, taking care of him.

He can hear Namjoon’s panic in the back of his mind. What if something does go wrong?

However, his skin is prickling with heat and his stomach is swooping with need and just at the thought of fucking someone his cock is twitching and leaking in his track pants making his skin itch some more.

Maybe Taehyung was onto something after all.

Fuck it.

Yoongi grabs his phone from his desk with one hand and palms the head of his cock with the other. He wants to relieve at least some tension so he doesn’t blow his load the second he gets to you.

With his free hand, he types out a message.

And lucky for him it doesn’t take long for you to respond.

By the time you hear the knocking on the door, you have just gotten the food all laid on the table.

You smirk to yourself as you smooth down your shirt and open the door to see Min Yoongi standing there.

He shoots you a shy timid smile as you lead him in and right to the kitchen.

His eyes widen and you try not to laugh.

“What’s all this?” He asks blinking slowly as he takes in the dimmed lights and the takeout containers.

“Y/N you didn’t have to do this.” He says softly as you pour him a glass of water and gesture for him to sit down at the table.

“I didn’t do this. Taehyung did. Well I mean… he texted me and gave me the heads up you might reach out. When I told him you did he ordered all this food for us and said you were stuck in the studio today and probably didn’t eat. He got all your favorites… or at least that’s what he told me” You admit as you sit across from Yoongi and his eyes soften.

“He was being a menace today and I had to kick him and Jin out of my studio he really knows how to suck up,” Yoongi explains as you start to pile his plate high and he runs a hand through his hair.

“Yup, that sounds like Taehyung.” You tease as you give him his plate and work on making your own.

You pile on a little bit of everything and push your chair closer to Yoongi as you both eat.

Conversation flows freely and you find Yoongi very easy to talk to. He tells you a little bit about his day and asks you about yours.

The whole thing is very domestic for two people who just met twenty minutes ago.

Once dinner is finished you pack everything up and leave it in the fridge reminding yourself to make Yoongi take it home with him.

You turn around to see Yoongi who is sitting in the chair, arms crossed over his stomach and trying his best to keep his eyes open.

He just looks so exhausted.

“Come on Yoongi time for sleep.” You coo as his eyes slowly flutter open and a pink blush paints his cheeks.

“But- I didn’t come here just to eat and sleep, I wanna fuck you.” He says innocently as you bite back a smile and help him out of his chair.

He loops an arm around you and buries his face into your neck as you guide him to your bedroom and help him flop down on the bed.

“How about we sleep first, baby? You look two seconds away from passing out.” You say to him.

“I’m fine I promise.” He says pouting out his lower lip looking as cute as ever.

“Yoongi how about we take a little nap at least? You can’t keep your eyes open.” You push, and much to your surprise he doesn’t argue and instead climbs up the bed.

You giggle when he throws back the smallest corner of the comforter to slip under and once he gets himself situated he makes grabby hands towards you.

You throw back the covers and climb under so you are the little spoon and immediately Yoongi wraps his arms around you and pulls you flush to his body so your back is pushed up against his chest and his nose is pressed into your hair.

“Thank you Y/N. m’ sorry this probably isn’t what you expected. And I don’t usually cuddle with people I don’t know…m’ just so tired.” Yoongi admits in a small voice as you push yourself closer to him and rub your hands up and down his arms.

“Yoongi let me take care of you, you are clearly exhausted from working so hard Let’s both get some rest okay?” You say softly as you bring his hand up to kiss the back of it causing him to push himself closer to you.

You were unsure how long you had slept for, all you knew was Yoongi’s arms were wrapped tightly around you and his cock was hard and pressing into your backside.

You craned your neck to look out your window seeing the sky dark and littered with stars. You both must have slept for at least a couple of hours.

You put your head back on the pillow and were about to doze off again when Yoongi let out a breathy whimper against your back and ground his cock harder into your butt. His hands tightened around you and you could hear the soft pants and whines that were spilling from his mouth as you smiled.

His moans were getting more high-pitched as he ground harder into you and your hand came around to cup at his bulge but you stopped yourself.

You never went over rules or anything with Yoongi because after you ate you both fell into a food coma-type sleep.

You weren’t sure if it was okay to touch him and you didn’t want to do it without his permission.

The only thing you could do was wake him up and just as you were about to do so you felt something else against your backside.

A pulsing vibration from a phone which meant someone was calling him.

You shook his arm to wake him and looked over your shoulder to see his eyes blearily opening as his phone continued to vibrate against your hip.

“Mm, what time is it?” He asked voice husky with sleep which made your stomach swoop, his sleepy voice was so sexy.

“Yoongi your-” You said as he suddenly realized and his eyes nearly popped open as he shoved his hard cock away from your backside and started apologizing profusely.

“No not that! I think someone is calling you. Your phone!” You say as he sits up still slightly disoriented as the vibrating stops.

But just as it stops it starts again and Yoongi leans back to fish his phone from his pocket frowning when he sees the screen.

“Shit, it’s Namjoon.” He says shooting you a look.

“I can leave if you need some privacy.” You say already turning to get out of bed, but Yoongi stops you with a strong hand on your thigh as he stares you down.

“Stay. This will be quick.” He says taking the call and holding the phone up to his ear as you slip back under the blankets.

“Hello?” Yoongi says as you fiddle with the blanket and try to make yourself look busy. Even though Yoongi wanted you to stay you still felt like you were intruding on something you shouldn’t have

You can faintly hear Namjoons worried voice over the phone. How he tried to text Yoongi multiple times and got no response.

You are about to stand up and leave despite Yoongi’s wishes when his long fingers circle your wrist and you gasp and stare at him in shock when he brings it to his hard cock and raises an eyebrow at you.

“Are you sure?” You whisper not wanting to be picked up by Namjoon on the other line as he nods and you slowly start to apply pressure to his hard cock through the thin material of his track pants.

“Mhmm. I know Joon. Mhmm.” Yoongi drawls as Namjoon continues to talk and you continue to stroke his cock through his pants watching as his hips rut up into your hand and how his eyes are fluttering with every pass of your palm.

Without hesitation, you dip your fingers into his waistband and boxers and circle the base of his cock, a choked groan leaving his lips as you hear Namjoon stop his talking, and you eye Yoongi.

“Yeah I’m okay Namjoon, sorry I just woke up from a nap.” Yoongi admits as he mouths the word “move” to you.

You dance your fingers along his painfully hard shaft and when you reach the head of his cock you can feel him dripping all over your fingers.

You gather as much of it as you can before taking your hand out of his pants and holding your fingers up to his face so he can see for himself.

His eyes widen when you take your fingers and pop them in your mouth, licking and sucking at the juices.

“Namjoon listen I have to-go I gotta go,” Yoongi says as you can hear the muffled noises of Namjoon protesting on the other line.

“Yoongi where did you nap?” You can hear Namjoon ask as you place your hands on his shoulders and lean in, kissing at the exposed skin of his neck as he throws his head back and you hear a small thump from when it hits the headboard.

“Nam-J-oon I have to go-seriously,” Yoongi says voice cracking as you suck on his neck letting your tongue flick over his warm flesh.

“Min Yoongi you better not be doing what I think you're doing!” You hear Namjoon warn.

You lick a bold stripe up his neck from collarbone to earlobe as Yoongi hangs up on his friend and throws his phone across the room.

His hands are tight on your hips as you position yourself so you are straddling him, pushing your wet core into his throbbing cock as he grabs you and pulls you in for a bruising kiss.

His lips are soft as they push into yours. His hands stay tight on your hips and your heart is racing in your chest when he wastes no time slipping his tongue into your mouth.

The kiss is heated and laced with heat and passion that it makes your head spin. He shifts his hips to push his hard cock into you and you whine against him as your core throbs with need.

“Need you. Fuck need you so bad. I’ve been hard all day thinking about this.” He mutters against your lips as his hands tug at the hem of your shirt pulling it over your head.

You can faintly hear his phone vibrating on the floor and you pull back to stare at him.

“Namjoon again?” You ask as Yoongi doesn’t seem too bothered, he is preoccupied with exploring your body with his tongue and taking off your bra.

“Yoongi your phone.” You cry out when he finally gets the bra off and his lips attach to your nipple sucking harshly causing moans to spill from your mouth and your eyes to close as your hands tangle in his hair.

“Don’t give a shit about Namjoon right now. Need you so fucking bad. Let him break down the door it’s not gonna stop me from fucking you.” Yoongi growls as he thrusts his cock up against you again and you whine.

You rake your hands through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes as he stares up at you, lips still wrapped around your nipple and a grin on his face.

“Woke up so fucking hard, wish you didn’t wear pants so I could have just slipped it right in.” He admits as you groan and grind your wet pussy down on his lap.

“Gonna soak my pants, baby. Gotta take these off.” He says as he helps you off of him and crawls down the bed so he is between your legs.

Your eyes widen in shock when he pulls your pants down harshly and throws them on the floor, muffling the sound of his still-vibrating phone even more.

“You sure you don’t want to answer your phone?” You ask as Yoongi kisses up and down your legs, stealing your breath from your lungs.

“And miss the chance of eating you out to get yelled at by Namjoon. Not a fucking chance.” He growls as he slowly makes his way to your core.

He takes his sweet time kissing up your thighs as you moan and thrash on the bed. Your body is on fire with need and you feel your core throb with every swipe of his tongue on your legs and thighs.

“Yoongi… please.” You cry out as you prop yourself up on pillows to get a better view of him between your legs.

“Please what? Use your words” Yoongi demands looking smug between your legs as his fingers run along your upper thighs.

“Touch me.” You whisper holding your breath in anticipation.

“I am touching you love.” He teases.

“Min Yoongi I swear to god. Please.” You cry out as he finally dips his finger into your folds and collects your wetness bringing it up to your clit and making your head hit the pillow and your eyes roll back.

“Fuck baby your soaking my fingers. Needy little thing aren’t you? Did the other boys touch you or was it all just talk?” He hums as he rubs small slow circles on your clit causing you to arch your back.

“Needy? You were the one grinding your cock into me earlier.” You tease as he removes his fingers and gives you a hard stare.

“I can stop you know.” He teases back with a mischievous smile as you whine and push your hips up, desperate to get him back to where you need him most.

“That’s what I thought.” He muttered as he lay himself down on the bed and your eyes widened as he brought his face closer to your dipping center.

“Fuck Yoongi.” You moan as he flattens his tongue against your slit and licks it all up.

You cry out and fist the sheets desperate to hold onto something and to ground yourself as Yoongi flicks his tongue over your clit causing you to cry out.

Yoongi works you with your tongue until you are a screaming sobbing mess under him. You feel your orgasm fast approaching and he must feel it too as he shoves two fingers deep inside of you and begin to scissor them, stretching you out as he licks and sucks at your clit.

Right when he curls his fingers deep inside you your body lets go and you arch up from the bed, his name falling like a prayer from your lips as your pussy clamps around his digits and you cum all over them and all over him as his tongue is still buried between your legs and his hair is tickling your thighs.

You come down and slump on the bed breathing heavily as you desperately try to catch your breath. You watch as Yoongi gently closes your legs and crawls up the bed towards you, his eyes sparkling as he shoves his pants and boxers down to free his hard, leaking cock. He throws them somewhere in the room as you giggle.

“So much better holy shit almost came in my pants tasting you.” He admits as his hand circles his cock and he strokes it slowly, trying to ease some of the built-up tension as you watch.

Yoongi’s skilled hand strokes and tugs at his cock, he takes his time with it letting out soft whines and moans with every pass of his fingers against the aching shaft.

“Fuck Yoongi, so hot.” You whimper as you close your thighs tightly trying to ease some of the ache between them.

Yoongi’s eyes travel down your body as he smirks when he sees your thighs clenching.

“One orgasm isn’t enough?” He asks releasing his cock and letting it smack against his stomach.

He crawls on top of you and uses his hands to spread your legs.

Your breath hitches when he leans down to press a soft slow kiss to your mouth and you reach up to tangle your hands into his sweaty hair.

“Hold them open for me. Let me grab a condom.” He whispers as he shimmies down the bed to grab his pants and digs through the pile of clothes to find his discarded phone.

His mouth draws up into a smirk when he checks the screen.

“Five missed calls from Namjoon. World record I think.” He teases as he grabs a condom from his wallet and throws his phone back down on the pile.

He takes his time rolling the condom on his hard length and you roll over to flick on the bedroom lamp casting the room in a warm glow.

"Is everything okay with Namjoon?” You ask as Yoongi crawls on the bed and positions his cock at your entrance.

“Yeah, he’s just… You know he’s our leader and he is the responsible one out of us. He feels like what we are doing isn’t the most responsible thing and is just worried.” Yoongi admits as he pushes his hair back from his face and stares you down.

“Does he know I signed a NDA contract? I legally can’t say anything…at all… ever?” You ask as Yoongi slides his cock head against your entrance coating it in your juices.

“Yeah, Taehyung told us that part it’s just… Namjoon you know. He worries a lot.” Yoongi admits with a fond look on his face.

“Sounds like he’s stressed out.” You tease as Yoongi lets out a laugh and slowly pushes his cock head inside.

The stretch is delicious and you open your legs wider to welcome him. He takes his time inching inside of you until he is fully sheathed and he pushes his forehead against yours and you both breathe heavily.

“Jin and Taehyung joked about that this morning. Couldn’t stop thinking about it. That’s why I’m here. And fuck was it a great decision. You’re so tight for me darling.” He mumbles as he presses soft kisses against your temple.

“Did you get hard in the studio? Thinking about me? Thinking about this?” You purr as Yoongi closes his eyes and shifts his hips rocking into you gently.

“You have no idea. Was fine when I was working on the song, the second Namjoon left. Fuck. Couldn’t stop thinking about it. Felt like I was in heat. Needed this soaked pussy so bad.” Yoongi growls as you feel his cock twitch inside of you and you moan.

“Please tell me I can move. Please.” Yoongi begs and when you nod he grins wickedly down at you.

Yoongi pulls his cock most of the way out and grabs your legs. Before you can process it he has your legs thrown over his shoulder and starts to pound into you harshly.

You grip the blankets for support as Yoongi’s hard cock drags against your walls. He is fucking you with so much enthusiasm you feel like you might go right through the headboard.

Yoongi is moaning above you and is hitting that spot deep inside of you that has you crying out his name and gripping the sheets harder.

“Yoongi fuck, please. F-fuck feels so good.” You cry out as he reaches down to play with your clit, his skilled fingers rubbing it in a way that has your orgasm fast approaching.

“Baby girl you feel so good around me, pussy so good I want to scream.” He growls as he shifts his hips and slams into you harder causing your pussy to clench around him.

“Gonna cum princess, gonna cream my cock and make a mess for me,” Yoongi says as you nod frantically, your whole body tensing as you feel your high fast approaching.

“Yoongi right there fuck! Please!” You beg, not even sure what you are begging for.

Your orgasm rips through your body as you arch up from the bed and cry out his name. Your pussy clamps tightly against his cock as Yoongi bends forward to kiss you and you feel his cock twitch and empty into the condom, he can hardly thrust into you as you continue to ride out your high.

“so so good baby. You did so good.” he praises as his lips find yours and he gives you soft slow kisses, his hair falls over his face to tickle your cheeks and you grab at his shoulders desperate to feel more of him

Once you both come down Yoongi pulls out and throws the condom away. He positions himself down on the bed beside you. His hands come to scrape his hair away from his face as he stares at you with a dopey grin.

You lean in and press a small kiss to his cheek as you get up to get a towel and use the washroom.

Once you get yourself cleaned up you head back to the bedroom and let out a soft giggle. Yoongi is spread out on the bed and fast asleep. One hand is resting on his stomach and his hair is a mess and his lips are parted as he softly snores.

You inch over to the bed and use your warm washcloth to wipe around his soft cock, careful not to wake him.

Once finished you throw the covers over his body and grab a big tee shirt to sleep in as you curl up next to him.

His arms wrap around you and he buries his face in your hair. You hear a content sigh leave his lips.

Right as you are about to doze off you hear a phone vibrating again and you bite back a laugh as you snuggle into the covers and fall asleep.

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@take-u-2-an0ther-w0r1d

@m00njinnie

@minghaosimp

@madebyjungkookie

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#Min yoongi #Yoongi #yoongi smut #bts smut #yoongi/reader smut #yoongixreader smut

[faetreides]

🪺 - # WINTERGREEN CANDY CANE !!

cw: canon typical mind games, baby trapping/pregnancy, manipulation, reader’s emotionally constipated, tashi’s injury, cunnilingus, cockwarming, tit fucking, established tashi & patrick (there’s no feelings between them but they stay together for reader in the beginning), lactation, not rlly smut focused despite the tags, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, ambiguous baby daddy (even though the ending can be read a certain way), one mention of patrick x art, afab reader, there’s a thought about you being injured but it’s not serious, small time skip (?) type thing and implied future pregnancies, purposefully vague/unreliable narrator vibes

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They never tell you that Tashi got injured on purpose. She’s too good to fall victim to what plagues so many athletes, but you don’t know that. You, her assumed rival and yet also the poster child of sportsmanship. Rivalry can bring out affection in people, it can highlight the need for someone who can understand you better than anyone else possibly could. You’ve never been anything but soft and sweet, but you can still summon the lightning streaking across the sky in your eyes when the game begins. There’s a glow around you that Tashi craves like a moth craves the shadow behind the light they fly into.

Tashi’s fall from her pedestal was painful and the hardest decision she’s ever made, but for the first time she made it for love. The set up was the easiest part, but now she has to actually make the serve. And she can’t do it alone, she’d be stupid to be blind to how her boyfriend and his best friend’s stares linger. What she and Patrick shared fizzled out a while ago, but if she lets him go, then that signs her up for a battle she’d rather avoid. Sometimes pleasure can be derived from depriving an animal of the chance to kill rather than setting it free and giving it an opportunity to go after you first.

Who knows, maybe someday you and her can share matching injuries.

Luckily, Patrick shares the same sentiment, quickly agreeing to the arrangement and plan when he visited prior to the injury. Art’s good at downplaying his toxicity, so Tashi wasn’t concerned about if he could play the part of a “worried friend”. You’ll bust into the office while she’s getting checked out to see Art there, and the infatuation you've been harboring for him will keep you in place. The queen on the chessboard who can’t really move however they please at all. Patrick will return in a “rush to see his girlfriend”, and you’ll be too intrinscingly intertwined in their web to cut yourself loose.

You weren’t the one she was playing against, but because of your “friendship” you’re there in the audience when it all goes down. The shock of something career ending happening to someone who had the most potential of anyone you’d ever seen is staggering.

You practically run to see if Tashi’s okay, and the disappointment that you might never play with her again is palpable. But she’ll be fine, you tell yourself, she has to be.

Art has already left by the time you get to the room she’s in, doing one of his parts of the plan and allowing Tashi to put everything into motion. He’s waiting nearby, running his hands through his hair as he imagines all the ways he can comfort you. Because you will need comforting later, and your future husband knows the best remedies for your incoming sadness.

You’re standing gobsmacked in front of her bandaged knee, a confirmation that this is really it. You shrug off your bag and let it slide down your arm to the cold floor. Your mouth opens but the words don’t come out. You struggle to know what to say as Tashi’s eyes meet yours.

“What am I supposed to do now, huh? My top competitors gone up and left me hanging.” You sigh, trying to keep the kicked puppy look out of your eyes.

She’s in pain and you’re making this about you. But if you and Tashi aren’t bound by Tennis, then what are you bound by. Your friendship doesn’t go beyond the court, so what do you even share now?

There’s no big declarations, no babbling where you word vomit about glad you are that she’s okay. Neither of you are those kinds of people. The energy in the air is dead, but the situation is too serious for awkward small talk. All you two can focus on is what’s ruined, but only one of you can also acknowledge what stands to be gained.

“Take a break, then.” She says plainly, a touch too proud to beg. “For me, I mean who else am I gonna let see me like this?”

That last is an attempt to lighten the mood, to use humor to point out how you’re truly the only person she’d let see her in tatters. Your eyes widen and you freeze, but then you take a seat next to the cot and take her hand. Your smile could destroy the sun, she thinks, and even if the earth was plunged into darkness you’d make it feel like there was nothing to be worried about at all.

“Okay, just for a little bit.” You chuckle and rub her shoulder delicately.

You don’t know what on earth possesses you to say it, but you realize that the absence of a challenge would drive you insane. There’s other reasons for it, ones you’re aware and ones you’re not. But you and Tashi have a way of saying just enough without ever needing to be raw and reveal what you really mean. If there’s a coherent meaning to be found.

“A little bit” ends up being forever, your pregnancies see to that.

Tashi makes Patrick and Art hinge a match solely on who’d get first crack at it; they play so savagely that you’d think they were stray dogs fighting over moldy scraps of food. She’s there when you get morning sickness and she sends the boys out with a list of what you’re currently craving at that moment. She’ll brush your hair and do your skincare for you, rubbing your belly while everyone’s asleep and telling you’re baby that she’d better be their favorite (after you of course).

Tashi takes pride in how she pleases your pussy when you’re too swollen to put in any of the work. She licks broad stripes up your soaked cunt, nipping at your clit and getting you to cream into her mouth in no time at all. She presses sweet little kisses up and down your folds, wishing you could see her love on your pussy properly. They’ve had competitions on who can make you squirt the fastest, and Tashi will never fail to mention that she’s never lost once.

Patrick gets really into cockwarming, getting you nice and settled in his lap. He has to take deep breaths so he doesn’t immediately start thrusting, he knows he has to think about the baby. But the pregnancy has made you impossibly tight, and your hormones make you go crazy for his sweat and natural musk. You’ll whine at him to hover over your head so you suck on his heavy balls. You nag about how he needs to take better care of himself, but you’ve grown to love swallowing his tangy load while you’re suffocating in his pubes.

When that happens depends on how long either of you can hold out, Patrick will tease you about how slutty you’ve been lately and squeeze your face with one hand. His cock will twitch inside of you, snug and strangled. He'll suck Art off till both of their lips are bleeding and you’ll motorboat Tashi’s tits to pass the time. You’ll start swiveling your hips somewhere along the way and his resolve will crumble like it never existed in the first place.

That’s for later though. He fastens the ugly neon cartoonish headphones over your belly and turns on the attached mic, doing storytime with the softest grin on his face.

Art on other hand likes fucking your leaking tits, he loves when drops of milk lube up the slide of his dick in the valley between them. He’ll thumb at your sensitive nipples and flick them, cooing at you when you moan and lap at his cockhead during the split second it reaches your mouths. He’ll look after your breasts outside of the bedroom. He’ll massage them and drain them for you if they’re feeling particularly sore, two of them will be latching on either tit while the third will be sucking on your tongue. His pecs bounce with every languid roll of his hips through the pocket his hands create, and he brings your hands up to them so you’ll grab on and leave scratches.

Art gives you more cum, his literal breeder balls are too big and full, and he’ll bet that he’ll give you more children. His thrusts have a certain punchy rhyme and rhythm to them while Patrick’s are sloppily enthusiastic and feral.

Art picks out supplies for the nursery with you, supporting your vision wholeheartedly and agreeing with every color and stuffed animal you choose. He and Patrick continue with their careers, and Tashi finds a way to coach them both, they need to support you and the new member of their slightly dysfunctional family. Tashi writes up the speech you give when you announce your early and extremely unexpected retirement, and she massages your feet when you collapse on the couch from the sheer emotional exhaustion. Art pecks each of your toes as she does so. Patrick plays tic tac toe against himself in the hollow of your throat.

And when the baby’s born and they can finally see who actually got you knocked up, Tashi says that maybe Patrick will get to be happy that he’s finally won something.

- faetreides 2024. do not repost, translate, or give my works to ai

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[landinrris]

Re: your tag “a top 10 video of the day tbh” - that made me curious. What ARE your top videos of the day and why?

Shuffled back through the videos for this, so here we go in no real particular order because I'm endeared to all of them and horrible with ranking things when they all make my mind vibrate in equal amounts. Shoving this under a "read more" because it got long (top 10 moments and all) and fic-y.

I'll start out with the first real video of the day that I remember (not counting Shaun Farrugia's Insta Story that clued everyone into Lando being on the boat). Just them dancing with each other in essentially a circle of people. Martin's hand on Lando's shoulder, his thumb splaying out along Lando's collarbone. Makes me weak and ill in equal measure. They have several moments caught on camera that feel like a "this is us being close while still in public," type thing.

Them dancing together at the Decks. Who knows the state of Lando's sobriety at this point. It's so carefree and open. I love the little flags on his cheeks and the ribbon around his head (the chain of his necklace poking out the back of his hoodie overtop his undershirt). I'm pretty sure this is around the same time that Lando asks Martin if he wants a drink as well because Eva's on the other side of Martin as the camera pans up.

This is a more understated moment that's pretty quick, but I just love that they're dancing in their own little world with everyone. Parked up next to each other because where else would they be? (original video link)

This video of them with Lando asking Martin if he wants a drink 🫠. Lando taking the second to ask Martin if wants anything, Martin pulling him close so he can hear what Lando's trying to tell him, the person recording the video panning over to them and then almost immediately pulling away, Martin stealing Lando's drink and then not letting him go while he pretends to drink it.... it's every bit of the video as you can see 😅. Like bro, you can let go of him, it's okay. But no, it's another one of those little moments I mentioned earlier where they can let themselves have this little thing in the middle of a crowded boat with who knows how many cameras pointed in their direction.

This video simply because it's cute and short and sweet. Them both vibing. I've put it here more so because of Lando's little dance and shimmy. It makes me sickeningly endeared. Lando may have quit DJing apart from special circumstances, but you can tell he loves getting into the rhythm of it.

I have... too much to say about this one... The fact that they're kind of sequestered off to the side a bit- Lando even behind what looks like a makeshift curtain of clothing. There are a few others around them, but boy if their attention isn't solely on each other. Their little mirrored dance is so much as well. But what absolutely annihilates me is the way you can tell they're both smiling at each other towards the end. Plus the fact that it looks like Lando either leans into Martin as the video cuts, or Martin pulls him in. In any case, it's a moment of privacy and it makes me ill.

These are two long Insta stories I recorded for reasons, the first one more pertinent to it immediately being here than the second. I just love Lando sitting in and amongst everyone. He's sitting next to Martin's father (which is an entirely separate thing tbh) chatting and having fun. The second video was included because when the lights go off and a spotlight shines back onto the area he was, Lando doesn't seem to be there, which was an interesting note I wanted to have in the records because of the shot of Martin making his way back in that direction during the first half. Much to think about. (Tumblr didn't like my embedded video, so here's a screenshot of the first bit, but you'll have to go through the link to see all of what I'm talking about)

This was just a quick tiny thing piggy-backing off the last video, but it's a more closeup shot of Lando chatting with Martin's father. It makes me all soft inside that he gets close with the families of the people important to him. (Tumblr also didn't like the embedded video that was originally here, so here's a screenshot if you don't want to click through to see the actual clip)

Putting this video here because of both Mat Normann's arms around Lando, but also because Martin's there vibing and dancing by his side. Like, they're truly just existing and having a good time. Need to know who gave Lando that stupid little visor. But again, I love it for the subtleness and the comfort with how packed that room was.

And then finally, this video that might as well be an hour long. The smiles, the bouncing back and forth... Martin's arm moves away from Lando at one point, almost like he was pulling Lando at the beginning. Many thoughts head very full. They almost never get to do this at the same time with each other, and it's an addicting feeling.

#damn the twitter vids for not embedding properly but i've got the links in the little blurb for those. i just couldn't find those videos #on instagram or tumblr to properly embed them #anyway i took ''top 10 moments'' seriously even though there weren't many not included that i have access to #they were truly living their best lives yesterday and i am so happy for them #lando #martin #norrix #ask

[amimuu]

A splurg of questions if thats okay: What does VTA Lamb and Narinder do on a daily basis? What are their sleeping arrangments? Routines? How does Narinder navigate the touchy awkwardness currently? Does Lamb ever ask anything of Narinder outside of being put to rest when all is done? (Is there ever any hesitancy about that still, on either side?)

OHHHHH ASKING THE IMPORTANT QUESTIONS I SEE

Alr lemme think UHHHHH….this is gonna be a long one brace yourselves

What do they do on a daily basis/their routines?

Well, excluding crusades…

Lamb: basically it goes like, morning sermon, checking on the disciples individually, checking on how they are doing on supplies and stuff like that, and just going around the cult making sure everything is working properly, sometimes sending a follower or two on errands to get more stuff if needed. They normally have a little checklist with them to not forget (which they tend to make the night prior). They also go on walks sometimes, in which Narinder usually tags along (I think I answered an ask about this before but am not sure). They walk in silence 80% of the time, and sometimes they stop by the Lamb’s favorite spot (a tree up a small hill close to the limits of the cult grounds). After this Lamb goes back to their room and does NOT sleep unless they really really need to (which can be up to 6 days without sleep)

Narinder on the other side: wakes up, Morning sermon, checking the protection he set around the cult is still working, cleaning the Lamb’s statue (and leaving offerings, usually flowers), following the Lamb around a bit, checking on the Lambs’ memorial altar (set up by the lamb when they first started crusading. Narinder started taking care of it after they died), and then if it is a silent walk day he just goes and tags along. Sometimes he tries to give gifts to the Lamb, but they are usually rejected or immediately disposed of. Still, doesn’t discourage him. After the walk or if there was no walk at all he goes back to his hut and sleeps. Lemme say that cat sleeps a LOT. Which brings us to the next question

Sleeping arrangements:

It’s basically like this.

Both their sleep schedules are concerning for very different reasons. Lamb doesn’t sleep nearly enough, practically avoiding it like the plague. It was easier when they had the crown cuz sleeping was more of a choice, but now that they are stuck in a semi-mortal body that has semi-mortal needs it’s not as easy as it was. They dread it. Because every time they go and sleep there’s a new nightmare waiting for them. About what? About what not, really. They are haunted. And funnily enough Narinder barely shows up in these dreams, and when he does it’s usually in the form of a memory or a comforting presence. Usually

So yeah avoid sleep at all costs!!

And then there’s Nari who just sleeps an unhealthy amount of time ever since he was freed. The cultists assumed he probably needed big amounts of sleep for some reason and just rolled with it. They were wrong. In fact Narinder doesn’t need to sleep AT ALL, but he enjoys it. He finds his dreams comforting especially cuz a certain someone tends to show up. Before resurrecting the Lamb this was his way to process his grief, but after resurrecting them he is finding it very hard to leave the habit behind and honestly? Why should he. Now,

How does Narinder handle the touchy awkwardness?

Oh boy does he struggle. Lamby here tolerates his presence but they made their point clear. They don’t wanna talk. And Narinder respects that, begrudgingly. He does however, bring them gifts as mentioned before, hoping this can somehow ease things a little between them (This is the way in which he knows to give affection, offerings.), but naturally it is ineffective. He is protective of them too, but mostly from afar.

Does Lamb ever ask anything from Narinder aside from their initial request?

Sometimes, but it’s rare. They do however ask him at one point to please take better care of himself. And other stuff later on in the story. But currently, just the occasional “Please go get this or that” or asking for his company during crusades, mostly cuz that’s both their responsibility.

And so we get to the best one.

Is there any hesitancy about it?

OH BOY IS THERE. A big chunk of the main arc revolves around what they both truly want and have wanted for a long time but their lack of communication kept them from. Narinder straight up hates the idea of having to let Lamb go again. While the Lamb is exhausted and feels betrayed, but a part of them wishes to remain with Narinder for the rest of eternity, so that makes things more complicated

See, they’ll eventually talk this all out but that’s after they actually start crusading and are basically obligated to spend time together. Everything I listed here eventually starts to shift as the story progresses , shifts that include Narinder getting into knitting to avoid sleeping all day, discussions about what ifs, lamb accepting some gifts and eventually asking Nari to please not go where they can’t follow. Fun stuff :]

HOPEFULLY THAT WASNT TOO LONG OF A RAMBLE (who am I kidding it was UHM.) and also hope very much it answered your questions :>!!!

#cult of the lamb #vows to ash au #ami answers! #they’re just silly #this’ll eventually all be covered hehe

[marleyswho]

no woman, no cry (chapter four)

warnings. reoccurring dream. smoking. brief mention of mental breakdown and self-harm. fluff. flashback to the night in accra. tension. foreplay (18+)

tags. @shurislover @s0lam33y @desswright29 @pocketsizedpanther @naftalyspaces @oceean @tishlvr @bbbbbbrilliantly @shurisnovia @kisskourt @blkgworlamplified @prettymrswright @sweetalittleselfish-honey @jordisblogg

notes. the last two weeks have been very hectic and I apologize for not posting last weekend but none of this was done, i won’t lie. i’m still between wether to write smut in it’s full here or keep it at foreplay and allude to it later on, and with little time on my hands right now i had to make a quick decision for this chapter. but i hope you all enjoy regardless ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

A delicate plume of smoke from her spliff traces patterns in the air, dissipating into nothingness, each slow exhale helps the tension seep from her body as her hand sways ever so slightly, conducting the smoke in a silent, languid ballet. She lays on her bed, eyes closed, adrift in the rhythm of the gentle strain of reggae that plays from her record player, each pulse a beat through her veins.

Her phone’s ring is a soft intrusion, a ripple across the calming surface of her solitude. With a heavy sigh, Genesis’ eyes open, her hand reaching down beside her to silence the insistent melody, answering and raising it to her ear.

“Hello?” She answers, her voice infused ever so slightly with the residual calm from her private reverie.

“Gens, hey…” Letitia’s voice comes in, a familiar cadence of warmth and concern. “I haven’t heard from you in a bit, wanted to make sure things are okay?”

Genesis sits up, pushing herself to the edge of the bed as she leans forward, the spliff now forgotten in her fingertips.

“Yeah, I’m just lying low. I’m not really used to…” She trails off, not sure how to truly finish the sentence, although it is true, she’s never really had anyone to check in with, at least not in this way, and the trace of sheepishness in her tone showcases that.

“I know.” Letitia’s tone softens.

The intimacy in Letitia’s concern is tangible, and Genesis feels the warmth that spreads through her chest at the care in her voice.

“Bad habit, I’ll… I’ll do better.” she tries to assure her, rubbing the back of her neck, an action that matches her tone, mind racing, contemplating on offering the invitation.

“Um, so, we��re having a little session tonight… nothing big, just the boys and…” She trails off once more, a hint of hesitance threading through.

“And…?”

“I was wondering if you’d wanna come over? A little make up for disappearing on you… and I’d like to have you here.” She finally finishes, her tone hopeful and shy, a rare glimpse of external vulnerability.

“I’d love to, Gens. Just let me know when I need to show my beautiful face.” A soft chuckle escapes Letitia’s lips, one filled with affection and Genesis knows she’s smiling.

Genesis can’t help but roll her eyes at Letitia’s antics, but relief blooms through her whole being.

“Irie… I uh, I’ll text the details.”

They end the call with gentle goodbyes and Genesis quickly sends over the information before she forgets, setting her phone down, sitting there for a moment longer, basking in the afterglow of the conversation.

She then takes one last drag from the spliff before putting it out in her holder that sits on her nightstand, pushing herself up off the bed and walking to her closet to get changed into slightly nicer clothes, intent on helping the boys prepare for the night.

Once she’s changed over from her normalcy of sweats and a muscle tee, she shuffles down the hallway, her footsteps a soft movement against the hardwood. She’s just returned from Portugal, her body still not having shaken off the journey to Italy from Jamaica before then, leaving a persistent cloak of exhaustion.

The warm chatter of the boys fill the air as she approaches the kitchen, Julian absorbed in reordering the living space, rearranging items with a curator’s touch.

“Everything good with you?” He questions without looking up, voice warm.

Genesis nods in reply to him, stepping into the kitchen, finding Ziggy and Ragga there, a spread of rolling papers and herbs laid out before them. The rich scent’s comforting, familiar, and they both look up as they hear her enter, Ziggy’s eyes crinkling with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Morning, Gen.” Ragga greets, his tone gentle.

“Morning,” She murmurs, attempting to brush off the weariness with a faint smile, walking behind them to where the knifes are kept, grasping the handle of one to help.

But Ziggy’s quick, his hand gentle but firm as he takes the knife from her grasp.

“Nah, Gen,” He says, his eyes holding a mixture of affection and caution. “You sit and relax a bit, yeah?”

Her hand lingers in the air for a moment, a silent testament to her interrupted intent.

“I’m fine, really.” She insists softly, though the heaviness in her body betrays her words.

Ragga exchanges a look with Ziggy, and Julian, paused in his task, now lingers by the entryway of the kitchen. They all remember the breakdown from last year, and then the months that followed after Genesis just left, trying to find her footing again. She remembers it all too well too.

“Genesis,” Ziggy begins again, his voice ever steady, “we know yuh good, but we don’t wan’ push it, y’know?”

Genesis’ protests waver, faltering under their collective concern and she lets out a breath, a silent concession, her arms raising in a mock surrender.

“Fine, I’ll go and… chill.” She trails off, the last word tinged with reluctant acceptance. She turns, leaving the kitchen to the sound of Julian’s words behind her as Ziggy and Ragga continue with their jobs.

“Yuh not think that’s too much?”

She knows that’s in reference to her.

Settling onto the couch, Genesis allows her eyes to close, a flicker of annoyance threading through her at both her friend’s overprotective natures and her own inability to push past the weariness. She’s poised at the edge of sleep quickly, body still exhausted, teetering into the welcome arms of rest, when the now all-too-familiar hum begins to weave through her consciousness yet again.

It’s the usual timbre, textured with the light rasp that seems to resonate with an ancient familiarity. Each vibration of the sound’s like a thread, stitching her to a tapestry of memory and feeling she can’t quite place. It wraps around her, a comforting enigma that’s both haunting and soothing, a presence that feels like home, yet something she still can’t put a name to, still not able to trace its origin in her waking thoughts.

The humming tune swells, a crescendo that envelops her with warmth, lulling her deeper towards sleep, causing her to hover between awareness and dreams, where the voice feels so close, like she can reach out and touch the source with ease.

But the moment’s interpreted by the sound of the front door opening and closing in a swift motion, a harsh return to reality as the hum suddenly fades, leaving her in just the darkness, now punctuated by Junior’s distinctive voice.

“Wha’ gwaan? Mi just forward.” He announces, his ascent a melodic dance of Paitos filling the room as his steps sound gently on the floorboards.

But Genesis doesn’t open her eyes, instead just lifting a hand in a half-hearted wave off.

“Let me sleep, Juni, yeah?” Her voice is a mumble, already heavy with the sleep that clings to her.

Junior chuckles, a rich sound that bounces through the room.

“Yeah, yeah, lazy girl.”

It’s a tease, his usual nature, and usually Genesis would roll her eyes. But she remains unmoving and hears how his footsteps recede as her hand falls back across her abdomen. With the elusive hum now gone, having retreated to the back of her mind, all she hears is the sounds of Junior moving about, towards the kitchen, and the sound of the other boys welcoming him.

But still, she drifts, her tiredness anchoring her into the deep depths of sleep, and soon her breathing evens out, her body finally surrendering fully to the quiet pull of it, giving in to the full expanse of the darkness that consumes her

Behind her eyes, the hum returns slowly, a rich melody that seems to emanate from her very conscious, fading in. Deep and resonant, holding the weight of years within each undulating note, a tune shaped from years of experience and time. It’s not just a sound within her mind, she realizes, but a voice without words, telling a tale. Calling out to her.

The melody twists through the darkness, wrapping around Genesis’ conscious. It’s both comforting and forbidding, like a hauntingly beautiful prelude of sorts to something she can’t predict.

The tranquil forest soon comes into her sight, suddenly burst into an inferno, a blaze of bright orange that licks the sky with its fiery tongues. She’s now a child, no older than seven or eight years-old, running from the flames, her heart’s pounding in her chest as the roar of the fire spreads in monstrous pursuit.

The sound of hooves thunders from behind, suddenly, a relentless beat that promises no escape. She dares not to look back, she knows better, even as the rider’s voice calls out to her, an echo that seems to rise from the very earth beneath her feet.

But ahead of her, the scene mirrors the forest behind her, causing her to skid to a stop, her young eyes wide with fear, and the rider circles around to face her, his own face a blur, identity cloaked by her memory, yet his presence remains commanding. He reaches down towards her, a golden ring in his palm, and she takes it hesitantly, fingers closing around the ring as she takes it in. It adorns the Lion of Judah, a symbol that seems to pierce the veil with significance.

And suddenly, reality shifts like sand underfoot and she’s transported back to a time before, a time of innocence. Now younger, she sits in the back of a car, seeing the backside of her father as he sings the chorus to “Three Little Birds”, which plays on the radio, lazily. His hand reaches back after a quick moment, tickling her and soft laughter bubbles up from her younger self, a sound of pure joy.

But her laughter begins to muffle, the sound distorting, as if she’s sunken under water, every movement around her seemingly slowed. Her gaze is drawn to her father’s right hand, to the ring that bares an uncanny resemblance to the one she just saw.

In the waking world, Genesis’ face is a canvas of distress, eyebrows knitted together, a sheen of tears threatening to break through the facade of sleep.

Jernir, one of Ziggy’s friends, drawn by the sound of Genesis’ troubled slumber, approaches with furrowed brows, nudging her shoulder a bit too eagerly, along with a loud voice, and Genesis is catapulted back to reality.

“Yo, Gen!”

Her eyes snap open, body jolting up in an instant and tears start to betray her as she attempts to steady her breathing.

“All the waterworks, you pussy. Ain’t need none of that.” Jernir chuckles, finding humor in the way of her waking.

Genesis, gathering her composure, wipes her tears away quickly, pushing herself up from the couch. She keeps her head down as she pushes past Jernir, their shoulders brushing in a silent exchange, but she doesn’t care, even after he calls after her, mindlessly walking to her room.

It’s a sanctuary, the walls holding all the quiet she needs, stepping inside, closing the door in a rush as she walks in deeper, leaning over her desk as she hangs her head, trying to tether herself to the moment. Her breathing’s a whisper in the stillness, a rhythm she focuses on to dispel the lingering grip on her chest from her dream.

With each deep breath, despite the small shake that plagues it, the tension slowly begins to fade away, leaving her more present and grounded, her now natural state. And when she opens her eyes, they fall upon her ring— her father’s ring, the ring, the tangible piece of her reoccurring dream materialized in the real sphere.

Her movements are tentative as she reaches out, her fingers closing around the cool metal, and she feels the heavy weight of history in between her fingers. The Lion of Judah stares back at her, a legacy, a piece of her heritage. She rubs her thumb over the engraving, feeling the lines that had been traced by her father’s own fingers years ago.

With reverence, she slides the ring onto her right ring finger. It’s a little loose, but fits enough to stay put, as though it’s been waiting for her to reclaim it. The metal’s cool against her skin, a silent affirmation of her past, never truly lost or forgotten.

A sudden knock at her door pulls her out of her thoughts, and she turns finding Letitia standing in her doorway, a gentle gaze looking onto her.

“Hey,” She murmurs, her voice tinged with concern.

“Hi…” Genesis manages to get out, her voice steadier than she felt, straightening her demeanor. “When did you…”

“Julian let me in, said I could put my bag in here.” She replies, walking in and placing her bag down by the door of Genesis’ bed.

And in the quiet of the room, Letitia reaches out, her arms encircling Genesis in an embrace that feels like an escape from the outside world. Genesis melts into it, her head finding Letitia’s collarbone, the earlier disorientation begins to dissolve, the vivid images images of her dream blurring in the moment, the warmth from Letitia’s body seeps into her, a soothing balm to the cold unease that clutches at her chest.

“You okay?” Letitia’s voice is a soft whisper, barely more than the rustle of fabric as Genesis pulls away.

Genesis nods, her demeanor now carrying the resolve she was able to muster, turning towards her closet, the door left pushed open, always, and she reaches for the black leather jacket, shrugging it on, her favorite add on, always.

“Ready to get high.” She adds, a hint of defiance laced with the desire to escape the lingering shadows of her dream.

Letitia watches her, eyes tracing the lines of the jacket as it settles on Genesis’ frame, the leather amplifying the contours of her outfit and the two golden chains on her neck. There’s a small flash of recognition crosses Letitia’s face— that’s her jacket, the one she draped over Genesis one night out in New York City back in 2018, a tangible piece of their history, even if Genesis doesn’t exactly remember.

Genesis catches Letitia’s lingering gaze and holds it, her own eyes questioning the intensity within.

“What?” She questions softly, voice barely above a whisper.

Letitia just simply shakes her head, her expression one of mixed amusement and something more changed, a subtle acknowledgement of the attraction that the jacket seems to accentuate, walking forward and gently pulling on the edges, fixing it on her frame.

Her gaze moves up to meet Genesis’ eyes, unwavering now, and Letitia brings her hand up, brushing against Genesis’ cheek with a tenderness that belies the strength of her touch.

Genesis feels how her breath hitches, caught in the gravity of the moment, eyes locked with each others, filled with a complex mix of feelings— the lingering touch of the past, the comfort of the present, the uncharted potential of the future. All of it.

Letitia leans in slowly, her lips grazing against Genesis’ before they connect, a gentle inquiry and a firm declaration all at once. The leather jacket creaks slightly as Genesis moves her arms to encircle Letitia, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss with a careful intensity.

And as they part, just as slow, after passing moments, their foreheads rest against one another’s, the world outside Genesis’ room seeming to pause in deference to their connection. There’s a sense of completion, a circuit closing, leaving them both grounded and yet somehow more alive.

And with that, silently, hand in hand, they leave, Letitia guiding as they re-enter the world outside.

The living room’s transformed into a vibrant den of sound and scent, alive with the rhythmic pulse of reggae music that fills every corner. The bass thumps a heartbeat, syncing with the collective mood of the small gathering, while the higher pitches of the melody weave through the air, binding the group in a musical embrace.

Smoke curls lazily upwards, tinted by soft lighting that casts a warm glow over the room, giving everything a hazy, dreamlike, quality. The air’s rich with the earthy scent of ganja, a tangible marker of the night’s laid-back intent. Friends lounge across various couches and cushions, or stand among the area, the atmosphere one of relaxed camaraderie, punctuated by spurts of laughter.

Letitia watches as Genesis, with practiced ease, grabs a spliff and lights it, the flame from the lighter flickering briefly, illuminating her focused expression as she brings it closer to her lips, the spliff already positioned between, now glowing slightly. Putting her lighter away, she breaths in a deep, measured, breath, her eyes closing in satisfaction as she savors the rush of the herb, a small sigh leaving her lips as she opens her eyes, gaze settling on Letitia, extending the spliff towards her with the smallest smirk turning her lips upward.

She hesitates, a brief flicker of uncertainty crossing her features, the memory of being overwhelmingly high is still vivid in her mind, a ghost of a sensation that still makes her wary.

“Remember Accra?”

Genesis had leaned closer to her, her voice low, almost teasing as her warm breath tickled Letitia’s ear. And it comes flooding back to Letitia’s mind all too easily.

The pulsating beat of the club, bodies moving in sync with the music and each other, the air thick with anticipation and the sharp scent of spirits mixed with the warmth of Accra— a night of sensory overload.

Letitia remembers the euphoria of the music reverberating through her body, the laughter of her friends blending with the rhythm of the dance floor below. Everything felt amplified, the colors more vivid, the touch of skin in any way or amount more electric. Genesis was there, her energy infectious, her smile a beacon in the dimly lit club.

Settled in the VIP section, they were in their own world, a bubble within the chaos of the club. Genesis had been wandering around at the time.

The high from earlier events had Letitia feeling weightless, her inhibitions dissolving into the night. At some point, she doesn’t really remember when, the distance between her and Genesis closed, their bodies almost intertwining as they stood by the railing. She could feel the heat from Genesis’ usually cold skin, could see the glistening sheen of sweat against her forehead, reflecting from the sporadic flashes of the strobe lights.

They were leaning into each other, the loudness of the club forcing them to speak directly into each other’s ears to be heard. Letitia’s hand had found Genesis’ hand on top of her shoulder as Genesis stood behind her, her own placed on top of hers, a steadying touch that lingered. Letitia had turned her head, their faces only inches apart, Genesis’ breath warm on Letitia’s lips.

The desire to close that small distance had been overwhelming. They were on the edge of something undefined, a precipice that promised either ruin or the most exhilarating of flights. But just as their lips were about to meet, a friend had stumbled into their sides, laughing and oblivious, pulling them back into the group’s dynamic, the moment slipping away just like the smoke.

It was for the best, maybe. She was with Eva at the time.

But now she isn’t. She’s with Genesis, and her words were enough to coax a small nod from her, accepting the spliff, her fingers brushing against Genesis’ as it’s passed off.

Still, with a tentative gaze, Letitia brings the spliff to her lips, drawing in a shallow breath of smoke. She coughs a little after doing so, not having smoked since Ghana, not one to make a habit of it with how her youth was, and she chuckles at herself lightly, Genesis’ own blending in.

“Easy,” Genesis teases quietly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Not a race, yeah?”

Letitia can only nod once more, more at ease now, the initial hesitation washing away thanks to Genesis’ comforting presence and a playful nudge. With that, she takes another drag, more natural now, the smoke settling more smoothly this time.

They blend into the conversations that flows around them, the room a cocoon of sound from the music that continues to play— a mix of the Marley family and newer reggae fusion— to the intermittent bursts of laughter and the soft, continual murmur of voices, Julian, Ragga, Ziggy, and Junior all telling everyone stories of their and Genesis’ youths.

Having found a place on the couch, Genesis watches Letitia from beside her, noting the relaxation that gradually eases the lines of her face, the light from the lamps casting shadows that play over her features, highlighting the subtle transformation from hesitant to tranquil as she folds into Genesis’ group with a comfortable ease, as if she’s always just been there, smiling bright and laughing loudly, in turn causing Genesis to fall into it too.

Letitia notices it quickly, the confidence that radiates off of her like this.

Genesis, with her compelling aura magnified in a casual, yet sharp, attire of a white button-down and a black leather jacket, two gold chains on her neck and her father’s ring on her right hand.

Letitia, beside her, outfit complementary yet distinct in its simplicity, has a gleam in her eyes as Genesis extends the spliff to her, their fingers brushing, a spark inching its way through their skin at the feeling as the room around them is alive. A tapestry of accents and laughter as the boys all fill the space with vibrant stories of their youth or recent events, and small musings and teasings fired back and forth to others in the room, involving light nudges or the ruffle of dreadlocks.

Genesis and Letitia lean back against the couch, leaning into the comfort of each other, the group’s energy, and the overall warmth of the room, Letitia’s arm hiding a natural place around Genesis’ shoulders as laughter and talk swirls around them.

It’s intimate and real, their actions, and as the phones emerge, capturing the essence of the night, Letitia reaches for her sunglasses that are hanging on the collar of her crewneck, a silent dance having been done before. The movement sends Genesis back to the vibrant night in Accra a couple years back, the rhythm of the night being alive with it all, the shadow of the New Year’s coming forward, how Letitia had placed her glasses on as her shield to the world’s watching eyes, her fans searching for any and every glimpse of her.

“What?” Letitia whispers, a small smirk playing on her lips as the sunglasses click into place, shielding the world from the redness of her eyes and her euphoric gaze.

Genesis’ chuckle is soft, unable to control it now, a low harmony to the reggae bass in the background.

“Just… thinking.”

The haze of smoke and the buzz from the high wrap around them like a cloak, Letitia’s presence an intoxicating force as they chuckle together. Yet as the night continues, with a boldness borrowed from the evening’s events and spirit, Letitia’s teasings become more tangible, her light touches light but full of intent.

Eventually, her hand finds its way to Genesis’ thigh, her thumb delicately rubbing against Genesis’ jeans. The subtle touch is electrifying, carrying the unvoiced desires with it, simmering beneath a collected exterior. Across the room, laughter and chatter from the boys and the others fill the air, but for the two of them, their world has narrowed down to the space between them.

Slowly, Letitia’s touches grow bolder, her fingertips drawing movements that gradually shift closer. There’s an unspoken plea in her movements that Genesis notices, a yearning. As her hand gets too close, Genesis finally places hers over Letitia’s, her heart beating hard in her chest, sucking on her bottom lip for a moment and Letitia takes advantage, her head turning towards Genesis, and Genesis can see her eyes behind the glasses, her gaze intense, lingering, and Genesis knows what she wants.

The energy in the room’s a blend of mellow vibes, an electric buzz that captures everyone’s attention in their own ways as they all continued to just lounge around, no one else aware of the want being communicated between them, a desire to retreat to a place less crowded, less watched.

With a subtle nod, Genesis rises from her place, her movements casual, betraying nothing of the current that’s leading her to the sanctuary of her room. Letitia waits a few moments, her gaze following Genesis intently as she disappears up the stairs before excusing herself without a word.

Genesis’ friends’ conversations just continued, uninterrupted, and Letitia feels how her heart races as she walks with measured steps to follow in Genesis’ direction. Soon, she reaches the door, finding it slightly ajar, a silent invitation, and she pushes it open, stepping inside, eyes immediately finding Genesis leaning back against her desk, an expectant look in her eyes.

The door clicks shut behind Letitia quietly, sealing them away from the rest of the world, the thumping bass from down in the living room now a muffled heartbeat, the rhythm of the night a distant echo to the feeling of urgency that fills the space between them.

Without a word, Genesis is the one to close the gap, arms wrapping around the back of Letitia’s neck, causing her breath to hitch as she looks into Genesis’ eyes. Green like emeralds, the most beautiful color she knows, and she finds a reflection of her own longing within her. But it’s Letitia who connects their lips, both a release and deepening of the tension that had brought them here.

Her actions are fuled by a want, forcing the leather jacket off Genesis’ shoulders, letting just fall to the floor before she lets the feeling consume her entirely, taking ahold of Genesis and moving her around to the door, pressing against her.

Letitia’s an inch taller than her, eyes almost level as their gazes, her hands trailing down from the hem of her shirt to her hips. Past her sunglasses, her brown eyes, hooded with the lust and high, stay on her as she lowers herself, getting onto her knees in front of her. Genesis tips her head back against the door, feeling how her shirt rides up to just below her bra-line. 

The movement causes Genesis’ gaze to fall down, and their eyes meet immediately before she leans in, kissing the soft skin of Genesis’ now bare stomach, hands now on her waist, gripping tightly to keep her in place. Her eyes open, meeting Genesis’ once more as her lips continue to graze across her skin.

“Fuck…” Genesis murmurs under her breath, her senses feeling heightened in the moment as her head falls back again, eyes closing in utter bliss, and all she hears is her cheeky chuckle, feeling her fingertips squeeze her sides more.

And then she feels a soft nip, just above the waistband of her jeans and a small, whimper of a gasp leaves her lips, bucking forward from the sudden feeling.

“Fuck- Tish…”

She only chuckles again, a low murmur falling from her lips.

“Sorry.”

“You’re not.” Genesis manages, her fingertips moving up, gently gripping at her cornrows, and she doesn’t need to see her to know that her smug smirk is plastered on her face.

“Yeah… I’m not.” 

Her teeth graze the hemline of her jeans again, her fingers unbuttoning them with ease before swiftly pulling them down, Genesis stepping out of them, using the support of her head, before Letitia suddenly stands, bringing her hands under her arms.

She lifts Genesis with ease, Genesis’ legs instinctively wrapping around her waist and Letitia’s hands find her ass as their lips meet once more, and Letitia smirks into the kiss, her feet on autopilot as she maneuvers her way to Genesis’ bed, up against wall to their right and she lays her down gently, hands on the middle of her back before standing before the edge, between her legs and pulling off her own shirt in a swift motion, leaving her in a gray sports bra.

Genesis’ eyes trail Letitia’s body as she leans her head up slightly, taking in the definition in her muscles that weren’t there before, always hiding under baggy clothes now, and she can tell all her days in the gym for her upcoming film is paying off.

She leans back over her, body hovering, and her lips find her neck, her opposite forearm placed  over Genesis’ head, the other moving down to Genesis’ hips as Genesis wraps her legs around her, a shaky breath leaving her lips at the feeling of Letitia gently grazing against the skin on her neck, her hands finding the buttons on Genesis’ shirt and proceeding to undo them before Genesis helps her by shrugging it off and Letitia lowers her head, kissing the skin beneath her bare breasts, having worn no bra underneath.

Genesis’ fingers move to the back of her head, her fingertips gently running between the lines of cornrows, a quiet moan escaping her lips from all the feelings she’s feeling. The way Letitia’s hands feel on her skin, the way her lips feel, the way she moves with such tenderness, yet a clear need, and a want of control made known. And Letitia can’t help but smile at the way Genesis reacts to her touch, feeling her body tense and squirm slightly as her mouth continues to work across her skin, feeling her own tightness in her stomach at the mere sight of Genesis like this.

Her teeth nipped at your skin, getting closer and closer to Genesis’ nipples but always avoiding them, and Genesis’ hands wondered back up to her hair before tugging lightly on her, causing Letitia to buck into her.

It’s Genesis’ turn to smirk now, her fingers continuing to pull Letitia to her body, yet the smug feeling doesn’t last very long as Letitia moves both of Genesis’ hands above her before Genesis can even process it, leaving her very vulnerable to what’s to come, and Letitia leans back, ever so slightly, breath hot as it brushes against her lips.

She crosses Genesis wrists above her head before moving her lips back down to her navel, and Genesis lets out a yelp as Letitia flips her over, pulling her hips towards her own pelvis, allowing her to bend over and whisper in Genesis’ ear.

“What do you think you’re doing, mamas?”

#letitia wright #letitia wright fanfic #letitia fanfic #shai’s oc #no woman no cry fic

[ham-le-tii]

The french dub of Sonic Underground (1999) was better than the english one and here's why.

Here's a rant that no one asked for (and that probably no one will read in its entirety or at all), but I still wanted to write about it. I used to date a guy who said that the english dub of Sonic Underground was better than the french one and that is just inacceptable.

If you don't know what it is, Sonic Underground is an animated series made by both France and the United States in 1999 and was first aired in France in January, then the USA in August. It follows the adventures of Sonic and his siblings, Sonia and Manic, while they are trying to find their mother and also defeat the evil Robotnik who rules over their city. Each episodes features it's own original song. Even though this series wasn't really appreciated by Sonic fans, I personally loved it as a kid as it was one of the few series you could find for free on YouTube that was fully available in French back then (sadly, it doesn't seem to be anymore).

Now here are my arguments:

1. The jokes were funnier in French

Now, for anyone who speaks French as a first language, you know that's rarely the case. But for Sonic Underground, it just is. One exemple in particular just stuck with me, in episode 02:

There's this one moment where Sonic, Manic and Sonia find a cloak that look's like it could be their mother's. Then Sonic says that there was something wrong with it. It's then that Louvois (Sleet in English) shows up and, in the French dub, basically says like the absolute troll that he is : ''maybe it's because the label is in English''. Then the screen shows how, on the label it's written in English how the cloak is actually owned by Sleet. I just found little jokes like that so freaking funny, it's unbelievable. In the english dub, Sleet just boringly says that there's something wrong with the tag. Boring.

2. The songs sound better

This is entirely my own personal opinion, but I think that the songs in Sonic Underground sounded better in French. I just think that the songs rhymed better in French. A first exemple could be the intro song that, while similar, still sounded quite different. I liked the French version better, but I might just be biased on this one. It just sounds so dramatic, I love it.

The French version

The English version

Then there's my favorite song from this show. I really think that the French version of this song was done better than in English and that's something so freaking rare in dubs. From the same episode mentionned earlier, the song in French was called Fréquence copains, while, in English, it's Have you got the 4.1.1? To be honest, I have no clue what the 4.1.1 is. Still, I think it sounds better in French.

The French version

The English version

Something else that I discovered while searching videos to back up my claim for this rant is one song that, in French, is called Comme au temps des acadiens, while in English it's Let the good times roll. If you don't know who the Acadians are, they were Fench speaking people living In what was called Acadia, who later on mostly became Nova Scotia. After Britain won some territory over France, they took over Acadia and basically decided they didn't want the people already living there to stay there anymore. But it's not like Acadians could just go to France, by that time, the acadians people had been living there for quite a few generations and didn't really thought themselves as French people. They had their own identity. So Britain decided to clear out their houses so English people could live there and deported them towards the 13 colonies while also separating families so that they wouldn't keep their language or something (i'm going off from my high school history classes and museums on acadians in Nova Scotia, guys, this is what I basically remember). Many tried to go back to their homes in Acadia, but many were unsuccesful. In any case, here's the song:

French version

English version

3. The terrible choices for the voice actors (BASICALLY THE MOST IMPORTANT POINT I HAVE)

Here is my last point and also my most important one. I fully believe that the English dub of Sonic Underground wouldn't have been as terrible if it wasn't for that one decision. In the 90s, the established voice for Sonic in animated series was Jaleel White. He already voiced Sonic in Sonic the Hedgehog (1991), so for continuity's sake, it wasn't a bad choice to recast him in Sonic Underground. The problem came when it was decided that he would also voice Sonia and Manic. I guess for Manic, it's not too bad. The problem really came with Sonia. His voice as Sonia is what made the show unbearable for me to watch in English. I found it even worse when he had to sing with the high pitch weird voice of Sonia. It was just terrible. I wonder who thought THAT would be a good idea? Luckily, they didn't do that in the French dub. They actually casted three different people for the siblings. Sonic was voiced by Olivier Korol, Manic (and also Knuckles) was voiced by Philippe Bozo and Sonia was voiced by Patricia Legrand. And thank god for Patricia Legrand. I think her voice suited perfectly Sonia. Not only did she have a really nice singing voice, but her voice also suited perfectly her character who was a noble lady. Patricia Legrand made her character sound like she actually came from a higher class, which I think was really nice.

Here is some of my research :)

Sonic le Rebelle | Wiki Sonic The Hedgehog | Fandom

On another note, I've watched the entirety of Sonic Prime season 3 in one day. I liked it.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic underground #sonic le rebelle #manic the hedgehog #sonia the hedgehog #french vs english dub #jaleel white #voice acting #sonic fandom #sonic series #sonic prime #i mentioned it so it's okay that I put it in the tags #Youtube

[lovesickeros]

☆ decadence divine [ act I ]

{☆} characters arlecchino, neuvillette, furina {☆} notes yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere content, stalking (implied), kidnapping (implied) {☆} word count 2.3k

ARLECCHINO

Arlecchino was wont to leave social gatherings to her subordinates– the private meetings were where she thrived. It was so much easier to lure your prey into a trap when you didn't have prying eyes and ears waiting for the barest hint of blackmail.

She clicked her tongue in distaste, her eyes narrowing beneath the mask of the fox as she set down her cup sharply. It was difficult as it was to draw them from the safety of their bubble– at the slightest hint of danger, her quarry would run. A chase would be fun, but she couldn't risk getting caught here. The political nightmare it would cause..it already gave her a headache. She had to be discreet.

They weren't making it easy, however.

Which is why she never liked crowds. But this chance didn't come by every day. She wasn't going to simply let it pass by because of a little danger. She'd have them eventually, it was just a matter of how. There were already numerous of her own lingering in the crowds, hidden beneath the masks that every patron bore. It was difficult to stand out amongst the flurry of masked patrons constantly shifting around the room, moving from one conversation to another, gliding from one dance partner to another.

Her heeled boots clicked sharply against the tile as she stalked through the crowds, keeping a wide berth yet always lingering nearby– she was sure they could feel the vague sense of being watched, but with the huge crowds..her lips quirked into a grin with the barest flash of teeth. There were a great many ways to break them in– she'd spent a great amount of time and mora to get anything she could for blackmail, if she so wished. She had the backing of the Fatui as well if she played her cards right– it wouldn't be difficult to convince them that they were a valuable target, and none of them would dare to question just what she did with them afterwards.

Perhaps a bit of play, first. Test the waters. She was familiar with playing the polite gentleman, despite her status as a Fatui Harbinger. Stage something for her to intervene, perhaps, to look the hero. The look of shock when she revealed the wolf beneath the wool..she could see it already. That wide, doe-eyed look as they realized the monster they've followed blindly like a lost lamb..she was beginning to see the appeal.

All it took was a few hushed words and subtle signals before the tiles started to fall in place, her hand gliding along their lower back as she leaned over their shoulder with a thin, predatory smile. She'd have to organize for the agent to be released later, her eyes following as the Gardes dragged him out of the room in a flurry of curses, but for now..she tilted her head to peer down at them, polite and almost apologetic.

"You aren't too startled, are you? Now now, there's no need to look so..scared, poor thing. I won't let another lay a hand on you," She cooed in a sickly sweet tone, the husky rasp of her voice whispered in their ear like dripping honey. "You have my word. Now, why don't we get you some fresh air? Come. Allow me to escort you."

Her lips pulled into a jagged grin at the relief in their eyes– the blind lamb following the shepherd as it led them into it's maw. Just a little longer, and she could finally have her own caged bird– a pretty thing to admire, to protect, to possess.

Something no one else would ever touch again. Something hers.

NEUVILLETTE

Neuvillette was not one for parties. The intricacies and delicate handling of public relations he oft left in the capable hands of Furina, rather then himself. It was only at her behest he even attended at all, but he still felt rather..out of place amongst the bodies constantly shifting through the ballroom like a constant rush of water from one end to the other, no rhyme nor reason to the flow. The only thing that kept him afloat among the tides was the mask of the deer obscuring his face– even if it was exceedingly difficult to truly hide himself among the crowds, most passed over him without second thought.

Though he had to be honest with himself, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it to Furina despite her insistence that his attendance was mandatory. He had his own reasons for coming– selfishness that left a sour taste in his mouth. It was purely by chance he'd seen the briefest glimpse of them prior, and he..was intrigued, that was all.

He refused to let his thoughts linger on the sleepless nights he spent prying every piece of information he could from loose tongues and obscure documents, every moment he managed to squeeze in between trials spent lingering in their most favored locations– cafes, stores, restaurants, the like.

Now a masquerade.

He tried not to let the guilt gnaw at his conscious, but it lingered like an age old scar that still ached.

So he relegated himself to simply residing in the further corner, nursing a goblet of water like a fine wine, trying not to let his eyes stray to the brief glimpses of them through the ever moving bodies filling the center of the room, dancing like puppets in music boxes.

Still, his hand twitched in an instinctual desire– a need to clasp his hand in their own, to touch his lips upon their knuckles, to indulge in a moment of reprieve and unshackle himself from the mantle that bears heavy upon his shoulders. He seeks reverence, worship, but not of himself– but towards the one who had drawn the eye of the dragon amongst the waves of humans he'd seen come and go for a great many years.

No one could compare, he is certain. None have left him as breathless, as hopelessly infatuated, as the one who made him wish only to kneel at their feet in senseless reverence until he could no longer speak. A hopeless man, indeed, if he has never even truly met them.

Instead he's spent his time prying into their life from the shadows. Caution, or simple cowardice?

He dares not ponder.

Yet in his ceaseless pondering he'd blocked out the world without, failing to notice the figure stepping up beside him until their hand brushed against his elbow– just the briefest touch, but it had his pupils narrowing and his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. That touch..bliss. It left him breathless and lightheaded as he tilted his head to regard them, his lips parting in a shaky sigh. They are as beautiful as he remembers– even with their face obscured beneath the mask, he would never forget them.

"Greetings, Monsieur– I hope I didn't frighten you too much." Their laugh made him feel rather faint, just the sound of their voice making his hand tighten around his cane. "..Not at all. I was simply lost in thought." He admitted apologetically, trying to reign in the urge to cup their face between his palms. A dangerous thought. He didn't want to scare them off when they'd provided him a priceless opportunity.

"My apologies, you must have needed something. It was rude of me to have been so absorbed in my thoughts to have ignored you." He continued, gently turning to set his goblet down– offer them his full attention, be a gentleman. The words rang in his skull like a ceaseless alarm, blaring and rattling his thoughts as he gently took their hand in his own. It was a split second decision– an indulgence, but he could simply not help himself. Even with his gloves between them, he felt like he was going to lose his composure just from such a brief touch..

He truly was a hopeless man before an altar, praying for a salvation he intends to bury deep beneath the waves– to keep it hidden in the darkness of the depths that only he can reach. A selfish man, he must be, to even think of it, but it is an itch that he cannot scratch. A need that must be satisfied. He cannot allow any hands but his own to tend to them, to know what it feels to touch them, to hear their voice and see their eyes as he prays– prays like a man starved, devotion born of desperation.

"I hope I did not make you wait too long." He smiles, soft and affectionate, like the bloom of spring beneath the winters chill– yet just as deadly, only masked by the sweet fragrance of flowers.

He had waited too long.

No longer.

FURINA

Furina was right at home amongst the crowds– where the masks obscured the identities of most, it was impossible to not recognize the charming banter of the Hydro Archon beneath the mask of the lamb as she graced the masquerade with her presence, speaking with a silver tongue to any who would listen. A truly enthralled audience fitting for the grandest of performers in Fontaine.

But her eyes lingered not on the people who's praise dripped from their lips like honey– yet so very bitter upon her tongue. Even the mask obscuring her expression did little to hide the longing that had her visibly deflating like a popped balloon. She hated all the eyes on her, really– it was suffocating. She was only putting on a show in the foolish hope that they'd finally pay attention to her. Just her luck, she supposes, that instead she's had to throw herself straight into the role of Archon without a pay off..

They hadn't even spared her a glance! It would be infuriating if not for the fact she couldn't even keep her composure just seeing them across the room. They didn't even have to look at her and she could feel the heat rush to her ears as she forced another smile at the crowd gathered around her. It was unfair how easily they could fluster her without even knowing it– her heart was thumping so hard against her ribcage she felt like it might burst.

Her only solace was the fact none of the patrons seemed to realize she'd clocked out of the conversation, her thoughts and eyes lingering on the distant figure– what a lovestruck fool she makes..it was a chance encounter she'd seen them during one of her outings. That was all it took to enthrall her, evidentially, try as she might to have ignore it for months.

They never left her mind for longer then a day, in the end, and she had to face the fact they had managed to enrapture her so deeply she felt like a newborn lamb learning to walk whenever she so much as thought of them. What an embarrassment! She..she was the Archon, she had a reputation to maintain, she couldn't be seen fawning over a human.

But oh, she still longed for it, beneath the veneer of a God. She'd watched them more times then she'd admit even to herself, wishing to find herself in place of those who'd hands were cradled so casually in their own– to hear their voice, their laughter, as often as she pleased..like a fine delicacy she so badly wished to taste, yet so far from her reach.

Would they think her pathetic for her infatuation? She pursed her lips at the thought, trying to bury the sour mood beneath her faux image of the Archon. Yet it lingered, and with only the quietest of excuses, she slipped into the crowd like a ghost– she needed to leave before she did something..stupid. Neuvillette would surely have a few choice words with her if she did, and she was inclined to avoid such a fate.

She..she just needed a moment to collect herself was all. That was it. She could go back to playing Archon for a little longer, she just needed a moment to herself. At the very least, the balcony had been regarded as off limits so late into the party– which gave her an opportunity to slip out of the public view for the briefest of moments. A welcome reprieve– she was starting to feel suffocated amongst the crowds.

Perhaps on instinct, she reached for the mask, lifting ever so slightly away..only to let out a startled yelp at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, the mask slipping back into place far too easily. It made her lightheaded, even now, but she dared not to dwell on it.

But when she turned sharply on her heel to chew out the person who'd followed her and had the gall to scare her..oh, she was done for, her ears flush with heat. The brief glimpse of their eyes beneath the mask, the curl of their lips as they smiled– her heart stuttered in her chest, and she was certain it had stopped all together when they clasped her hand.

"Y–you.." She wanted to be angry, to brush them off and leave with her rationality in tact, but the warmth of their hands on her skin rendered her speechless. She was no better then a fish on land, struggling to fill her lungs with air as she drew in a shaky breath. "Ahem, you caught me off guard. That's all. Surely you do not make it a habit to sneak up on people?" She huffed in indignation, trying to mask the fluster that threatened to break through her carefully crafted facade.

Ah, what a cruel twist of fate..she'd slipped away to escape their allure, but here they were, dragging her back into their orbit without even knowing how deep her infatuation ran. They were alone, too..it was a chance she wasn't sure she'd ever get again.

Maybe, just this once, she could do something for herself rather then everyone else.

She buried her guilt, the fear– buried it beneath the need to be seen.

"But if you want to make it up to me.."

#genshin impact #genshin impact yandere #genshin yandere #neuvillette x reader #yandere neuvillette #yandere neuvillette x reader #arlecchino x reader #yandere arlecchino #yandere arlecchino x reader #furina x reader #yandere furina #yandere furina x reader #fic tag #pats neuvillette this noodle dragon can be so pathetic #aiming for pathetic desperate and slightly guilty. it gnaws at him knowing he's keeping you like a bird in a cage #esp if you react extremely negatively hes like a kicked puppy #not outwardly but internally hes a MESS. sobbing crying wailing #furina and neuvi sopping wet kittens u found in a cardboard box in an alley #vs arle thinking abt all the crimes shes going 2 commit in the process w/o an ounce of guilt. blackmail? check. kidnapping? check. #a little murder for flavor. as u can see im coping horribly w being practically snowed in rn i need 2 be put down #its like 4 degrees out rn (fahrenheit) and getting colder ueueueue i am dying.......... #only thing keeping me going is my furinameow plushie coming. eventually. staying strong just for her................. #also needs 2 be mentioned all the stories r separate ksjfkhdsf #no not everyone in fontaine is yan and trying 2 kidnap sorry for getting ur hopes up.. #yet #anyway u cant convince me arle isn't bribing (or just straight up forcing) her agents into doing stupid shit so she can “save” you #and make you owe her #two silly goofy little creatures vs the personification of gaslight gatekeep girlboss (heavy on the gaslight) #also split this up in 3 parts bc. lol. lmao. im not writing 9 characters at once goodbye #also all the masks do actually have significance i have an entire essay on why i gave each animal to specific characters okay

[onefey]

let's cut to the chase, zelda fandom. you're not gonna spout incredibly hateful (and sometimes downright misogynistic) things about yona just because she is prince sidon's fiancé. you're going to at least treat her with the same respect you'd give any other character. if you're upset because you're into sidlink you're going to remember that healthy polyamory or amicable breakups or gentle rewrites of canon or other numerous solutions exist, and if you don't like her or think nintendo made her specifically to spite sidlink shippers (they didn't, get your head out of your own ass 🙄) you're still going to be polite.

you are above taking potshots at female characters who "get in the way" of your ship, okay?

#the legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #totk #totk spoilers #prince sidon #yona #i am putting this in the sidlink tag because i mentioned that ship and it is a plea bc i have already seen.. so much bullshit #im not big into the ship myself but i respect how much of this fanbase likes it. im just begging. be nice. #this would be a different problem if there was actual erasure going on but there wasn't. your gay shark is now your bisexual shark. move on #fey rambles #edit: okay it's been enough time the ship tag has been removed. Be Nice.

[coquelicoq]

what i love about the Famous Actor Natori Shuuichi of it all is that...it's not just that he's famous and therefore widely recognizable wherever he goes. like yes that is very funny because he was an exorcist before he became a famous actor, which means he CHOSE, on purpose, a day job that would make it harder to hide his double life/secret identity from the hordes of his adoring public, but it's more than that. it's not just that he's famous, it's that he's famous specifically for being an ACTOR, aka a person whose job it is to dissimulate, to make believe, to inhabit roles and emotions other than his own. like he decided he was going to become as visible as possible (which again was literally not necessary! he could have gone into any other career for his day job!!) but in such a way that everyone would see him but no one would see him - they would just see his various made-up personas, including the Famous Actor Natori Shuuichi persona. i can't decide if he's a genius or if he just made so many absurd decisions that they canceled each other out and circled back around to working out. he's either playing 9-dimensional chess or he's eating the pieces. too soon to say.

#the other thing i love about it is that in a very real sense it's his actor day job that is his alter ego #being an exorcist is his normie job. he's just a famous celebrity on the side #which isn't that uncommon in secret identity setups but it's still very funny #natsume's book of friends #natsume yuujinchou #natori shuuichi #natsuyuu meta #my posts #f #i think probably the actual answer is that acting was a very natural career choice because he already masks so extensively #both to hide that he can see things other people can't (and that youkai exist and that he exorcises them) #and to hide what he's really feeling so that no one can use it against him #so if it's already something he has to do & he's good at it...why not have someone tell him exactly how to do it & get paid for it? #and the other part of the answer is that most ppl don't go into acting assuming they'll get famous. the fame was a side effect #so each decision as it was being made probably made perfect sense. but put them all together #and you have this hilarious assortment of elements that seem to directly contradict each other #okay also i would be remiss if i didn't mention the other possible answer which is that the attention came first and was unavoidable #and the acting developed from the need to protect himself from the attention that he was going to be attracting no matter what he did #because he's so beautiful. and (in the exorcist world specifically) because he's the last of the natori #the more i talk about it the more i'm like no becoming a famous actor was the only path that made any sense for him lol #1) he's gonna be watched no matter what bc he's him -> gotta figure out how to hide his secrets -> learn to act as self-defense #or 2) he's got secrets -> he's gotten a lot of practice hiding them -> hey you could make a career out of this! #all roads lead to actor natori shuuichi. and since he's beautiful...all roads lead to FAMOUS actor natori shuuichi #i love it when i ramble so much in the tags that i end up contradicting my own post lol #he's neither thinking ten steps ahead nor is he irrational. he's simply making sensible individual decisions #that follow logically from what is available to him and what his priorities are

[charcubed]

THERE'S NOTHING LIKE YOU & I a Good Omens season 2 playlist

Quiet, gentle, romantic, and a little bit devastating – roughly in story order. For being lonely together across 6,000 years and aching for the freedom to love.

On Spotify Here

(Previous editions: Soft To Be Strong – Good Omens season 1 | Crowley/Aziraphale upbeat song dump)

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens playlist #aziracrow #aziracrow playlist #ineffable husbands #GO2spoilers #char makes playlists #listen in order or I WILL sense that you aren't doing that and show up outside your house <3 <- threat #the songs tell a story and they slide into each other to create a Vibe and Aesthetic because as always I have no chill! #tumblr gets the fun facts and behind the scenes info in the tags soooo #“Safe Harbour” is – in my head – the 4-5 years in/near the bookshop and at the end of it is when Gabriel shows up #“Tell Her You Love Her” is in part about Maggie and Nina but obviously it deliberately doubles as being about Aziraphale and Crowley #are a couple of the songs on here cliches like Hozier and Adele? yes they are. do I give a fuck? NO I DO NOT. they fit! #“Just The Two Of Us” is such a bittersweet cover and it perfectly encapsulates Aziraphale's offer to Crowley. it makes me want to scream #JUST THE TWO OF US. BUILDING CASTLES IN THE SKY. God... #anyway. “Like the Movies” has so many specific mentions of places/actions/things they do that I HAD to include it. that shit kills me #aaand did I make this entire playlist just so I could use “Sun” and “The End of the World”? maybe so. #OKAY THANKS FOR READING IF YOU DID. THANKS FOR LISTENING IF YOU DO!! I PUT MY HEART AND SOUL INTO IT

[shreksstepfather]

I Go Hungry - Mother Mother

#ashfur #squirrelflight #warrior cats #do you guys like the autumn leaves representing the fire? the idea was kind of last minute but i hope it came across okay :) #by the way this whole cat arsonist thing is not what this song is about AT ALL #so... apologies to Ryan Guldemond #ALSO don't listen to that song if you think it'll be triggering for you #that's why i'm tagging these -> #ed tw #ed mention #ableist language cw #<- for the mention of “insane” #i'm really sorry if that's not an okay word to put in!! even though it's quoting the song itself

[tmae3114]

the example people always go for with 'taking things literally' is 'not understanding idioms and metaphors' or 'not understanding sarcasm' and that's frustrating for Me, Specifically, Personally because I am a person who has a lot of social struggles with Taking Things Literally but, crucially, not in that sense. I understand idioms & metaphors just fine and, as someone who's primary special interest is the written word & storytelling, actually am pretty good at them and thrive with them. I miss sarcasm occasionally but catch it most of the time and am often sarcastic myself.

No, my Taking Things Literally is that if you say something to me or give me an instruction, I will Understand It Literally. I will get what you said and not at all what you meant. There are exceptions to this in cases where I've learned the script and even use it myself (e.g. the other day I asked my mum "Is this Not Butter" about a thing, and she replied "Yes but it has buttermilk", because we both understood the real question was "is this the lactose-free spread?" because I was making food for my sister) but in the vast majority of cases, I just. will miss implications and unspoken assumptions. I will just completely miss them, they will not register, I Did Not Know They Were There.

Implications in a narrative? I am on it immediately, this is my bread and butter, I can pull a story apart to get to five layers of subtext & implication & theme like breathing

Reliably understanding that the request "Can you empty the dishwasher?" includes emptying the drying rack which is not physically part of the dishwasher because the real request is "Can you put the clean dishes away?"? Not a chance

#me #fortunately I know a lot of Techy Computer People #so I can go ''you know how if you input a command your computer will do Exactly What You Told It To? my brain works like that' #and then they get it #and that last one is one we've been working on #the request is now usually phrased as ''Can you get the dishes?'' which is mutually understood to be either #''can you put the clean dishes (in both dishwasher & drying rack) away'' #or ''can you load the dishwasher & do the handwashing?'' #depending on the time of day & which of those tasks needs done #however sometimes my mum & dad do forget and use ''can you empty the dishwasher'' and then later they go ''you didn't get the drying rack'' #and I go ''you said dishwasher!! you didn't mention the drying rack!!'' and they go ''okay fair'' #ANYWAYS. I AM HAVING SOME. COMMUNICATION DIFFICULTIES THOUGHTS ATM #[squints at this post] [sighs] okay I'm going to add the relevant tag but if this break containment I WILL be turning off reblogs posthaste #bc my activity STILL gets influxes from my last autism post to break containment #actuallyautistic

[skrunksthatwunk]

frostbitten

(alt versions under the cut)

different color scheme:

full pages of both:

anyway haha. who's feeling normal about this scene. me probably

#baby's first digital comic and it fucking. good god my spine hurts so bad #not even remotely my first comic but I'm outta practice and also. stupid #anyway thinking about this scene thinking about kiryu's deep frostbitten black fingertips all bloody and horrible #YAKUZA 5 REALLY PUT ME THROUGH IT WITH THIS ENDING OKAY #and I'm kinda shocked I've never seen fanart of it before because it's one of my favorite main story scenes #trying new things. ow. but it's neat anyway ig #alright tag time you know the drill #rgg #ryu ga gotoku #yakuza #kiryu kazuma #sawamura haruka #ykz #like a dragon #yakuza 5 #yakuza 5 spoilers #haruka sawamura #kazuma kiryu #didn't turn out how i originally planned so i might go back and do a more faithful standalone piece. but im going to bed now :p #ALSO DON'T MENTION THE FUCKING. LAMP POST DISTANCE FROM KIRYU OKAY. I KNOW #I ONLY NOTICED IT WHILE MAKING THE POST AND THIS SHIT TOOK ME LIKE TEN HOURS IM NOT FIXING IT NOW. SOBBING WAILING #graurfghhgh y5 saying dream this dream that just to kill me by bringing it back at the end. hell #but like with a different use of the word's meaning. i literally eat that shit up HOOUUGGHHH #me: yeah i made the panels all stiff and boxy and boring because he's stiff from freezing to death and it's an impersonal unengaging style #(<- ignoring the other reason: something more dynamic would've probably been harder to map dialogue to and it was already a dense spread) #anyway. got a dip pen yesterday and wayy too many nibs so im thinking about doing a happier kiryu + haruka piece with that. go crazy #real ones can see how this developed from the gifset of this scene to the wtf his hands are ourple post. it's been fermenting #happy with the reblogs so far bc it's all like HEY HEY HEY. OUCH. OWIEEEE and this is good (ik bc i also say owwie ouch when smth is sad) #skrunkart

[flowering-darkness]

I FIGURED OUT HOW NOT TO BREAK REBORN'S TIMELINES (MUCH)

TLDR: in my version of events, my self-insert (Adriana) now appears in all three timelines, not just the last two. The first is used for my selfship with Elena, and is reset as normal with nothing bad happening to Adriana; the second is used for my selfship with Luna, and is reset with an extra sacrifice needed due to Adriana’s fate there; the third is also used for my selfship with Luna, and ends in success thanks to the player being an additional presence. Adriana has a different outfit or appearance in each timeline, to help with differentiating them all.

Further explanation can be found under the readmore, if you'd like to know more! ..There will be some spoilers mentioned for the game, but I hope that the things I talk about are helpful for assisting your understanding if you aren’t as familiar with Reborn itself. I'm also more than happy to answer questions if anyone has any!! ^-^

The first timeline (pre-gameplay)

We don't know as much about the first timeline compared to the other two, and it also doesn't get to the same point that the other two do, but it's the one where everything technically kicks off from, so it's still important. In this timeline, Adriana is a Pokémon Trainer of some sort who travels to visit the Reborn region from her home in Kalos, and eventually ends up getting into a relationship with Elena of the Elite Four after bonding over a shared fondness for Ghost-types, gaining a greater appreciation for them in the process. (I have yet to figure out how Corey factors into this; for now, I am saying Elena has two hands.) More details will hopefully come with time.

The first timeline is eventually reset after the continued distortions and earthquakes afflicting Reborn, caused by Solaris wielding the power of Giratina, force Zina to have to fix things, sealing Giratina away in Byxbysion in the process and sacrificing her existence to facilitate the change and reset. Adriana was not a particularly prevalent character for many of the actual ongoing events here.. but this ends up changing after the timeline starts over again.

Anything I make within this timeline - so, anything to do with my selfship with Elena - can be identified by Adriana having a different outfit, and possibly also hairstyle. My first pass for this outfit, made within Pokémon Y, is this:

The second timeline (Episode 18)

This is the timeline seen by Miss Fortune, as well as being the one that has more direct relevance to in-game events, particularly in the postgame. Here, Adriana once again comes to Reborn, but at a slightly different time in her life - specifically, she decides to pick the region’s league as her first league challenge after finding some slightly misleading (in that it’s ten years out of date) marketing for it. From the moment she arrives rather explosively at Grandview Station, her journey goes completely differently to how she was expecting it to, as she ends up entangled in trying to stop Team Meteor while also collecting Gym Badges, eventually succeeding in obtaining all 18 (even if she did have to get two Poison- and Fighting-type ones due to.. extraneous circumstances). She ends up in a romantic relationship with Luna along the way as well, and even successfully rescues her from the Void.

This timeline follows the game’s events as they existed in Episode 18, with two key exceptions - Euphie still exists as Euphie, and Fern either does not join or eventually breaks away from Team Meteor. This is to fit what Miss Fortune sees. It also extends past the gym battle against Hardy, despite the game only being finished up to that point when this episode was the most recently-released one.

In this timeline, Adriana fully takes on the player character’s position as the protagonist, and experiences everything in the story as it existed in E18. The story then continues until she reaches the final battle with Lin, who drags her into the New World and removes its oxygen; Anna summons everyone’s hopes to make a wish to help her, but it turns out to not be strong enough, and she ends up unable to be saved, leaving Anna and others distraught. Fern then steps up to be the hero, working alongside Cal, Euphie, Arclight, and others to try and counter Lin and the havoc she is playing in the region - but he also doesn’t succeed. As a result, Anna ends up following in her mother’s footsteps by resetting the timeline again to fix the problems caused by Lin, with Nostra (her Jirachi) as the sacrifice; however, a second sacrifice is also deemed to be required to bring Adriana back, and this ends up being Euphie’s body, allowing Shade to exist as he is seen in-game in the next timeline.

Anything to do with my selfship with Luna that is set in the second timeline can be identified in two ways. The first is that Adriana uses a wide variety of Pokémon here, with no clear type specialty; examples include Delphox, Roserade, Ampharos, Silvally, Honchkrow, and Aegislash. The second is that Adri’s freckles are an ordinary dark brown colour; while she does become void-kissed in this timeline, I don’t know if I will say that this has any physical consequences on her here.

The third/current timeline (Episode 19)

This is the timeline that you actually are in when you play the game itself, so it arguably has the most prevalence. Here, Adriana’s first journey as a Pokémon Trainer is around her home region of Kalos, before she then decides to go and challenge the Reborn League. On the train there, she is sat next to another person (the player character), and is therefore able to be saved alongside them by Amethyst at the beginning. From there, Adriana travels across the Reborn region in a way that largely mirrors the path of the player; she appears many times throughout the story and experiences many of the same events that they do, so would arguably be counted as their rival if not for how she doesn’t actually push the dynamic in that direction. She once again ends up in a relationship with Luna, whom she is able to spend more time with here due to not having to experience every single story event, and her presence is indeed able to help make Anna’s wish succeed and save the player from suffering the same fate that she did. (I am only familiar with the Anna Route of postgame, so I tend to treat that as the default when Adri is present.)

Before the postgame begins, Adriana becomes the second person to make it through Charous Hall after the player, so she becomes their reserve (or, Shadow) Champion, having not been able to actually battle them for their title because she achieved this while they were temporarily missing. In the postgame itself, she does a small number of the in-game legendary quests, and eventually fully realises her status as the previous timeline’s hero when reunited with the original Giratina. This property turns out to be key to letting the player reach the grand finale.

My portrayals of Adriana, and/or my selfship with Luna, that are set within this timeline can be identified in two ways. The first is that Adri uses almost entirely Ghost-type Pokémon here; the only exceptions are her Shiny Silvally, her Gothitelle (whom she later gifts to Luna), and possibly some of the legendaries and mythicals she catches in the postgame (like Cresselia and Darkrai). The second way to identify third timeline events is that her freckles are white from the beginning, which was a physical consequence of having to bring her back to life and mess with the timeline to make sure she made it back (since.. Nostra ended up choosing another person, the player, to be the protagonist for this timeline - but it was vital that Adriana also came to Reborn as well as them, despite not having their role this time, because otherwise there might not be enough people to power Anna’s wish again if she needed to make it one more time. However, because Adriana is not from Reborn, it wasn’t guaranteed that she would return there after the timeline got reset. So, more meddling than usual had to happen to bring her back, mostly carried out by Shade, but this ended up having effects on Adri herself - this is how I bring in the whole anamnesis aspect). These consequences also get worse after she becomes void-kissed again, as a white star-like pattern forms all across her face and hair, and culminate in the full visibility of a pair of spectral wings on Adriana’s back, resembling the wings of a Reborn-Shiny Giratina.

Bonus: Another Time

This is the name given to the alternate/hypothetical future that you visit during the postgame while doing the Celebi quest, as the player ends up travelling ten years into the future with Celebi during this quest before returning to the present day. Due to the player disappearing from the present in this version of events, Adriana once again fills the role of Champion in their absence, just as she did before the postgame started. However, she is eventually defeated for the first time by Shelly, some time after the cast are able to figure out that the player travelled through time. She continues to hold her role as Shadow Champion when Shelly first becomes the Champion, but eventually steps down to allow her to select a new reserve. By the time of the player's return, ten years later, Adriana has taken over Shade's role as the Ghost-type Gym Leader of the Reborn League; she takes her battles in Iolia Valley, just as Luna did.

Since Another Time is explored after a ten-year timeskip, Adriana's appearance will definitely have changed in it like how everyone else's does, but I haven't quite decided how yet. However, since it is an alternate version of events within the third timeline, her physical appearance will stay the same as it does there (white freckles, etc.)

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this!! Please don’t hesitate to ask me if you have any questions, no matter how big or small!

#heart of the void #selfshipping #..sort of #info posts #this post is okay to reblog if anyone wants to #creations from the void #why not #self‑inserts #self‑insert: soul‑touched (adriana) #of a city reborn (pokémon reborn) #and I did kind of mention both of the girls so #love: soaring skyspectre (elena) #selfship: birds in the night sky (elena/adriana) #love: dark dreamer (luna) #selfship: void‑kissed (luna/adriana) #first timeline adriana #second timeline adriana #I may not actually use those differentiation tags but if I at least put them here then it means they exist #crumbs I love this game

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to me the beauty(?) of royal pains is. chloe is of course the most toxic gf with all sorts of issues you couldn't even imagine while jake seems all well-composed and able to deal with her shit. however the truth is that he is not, in fact, able to deal with her shit. he's just as if not even more unhinged than her.

#this gets dark so. i'll elaborate in the tags instead of the post. tw suicide mention in the following tags >> #some time after jake's parents leave and his mental health plummets they get in a fight #chloe is drunk and yells at jake to kill himself and jake grabs a bottle of her perfume and raises it to his lips #like 'yeah okay sure i will. fuck you.' out of pure spite. and chloe screams again but this time out of horror #and she doesn't know how to deescalate the situation so she's just like 'you fucking idiot that won't kill you put it down' #but jake is high as hell and passively suicidal at this point. he's like 'how do you know that?? let's find out huh??' #she has to wrestle the bottle from him like she's taking something a dog shouldn't eat from its jaws #when they sober up they never speak of the fight again. chloe does not suicide-bait jake again and jake does not threaten suicide again #but they are very aware of how toxic they are capable of being #oh boy i can't believe all this came out of me trying to figure out if royal pains would fit into a silly meme #bmc #be more chill #royal pains #chloe valentine #jake dillinger