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giamee · 9 months

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𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

ཐི♡ཋྀ featuring -> luocha, blade, dan heng, jing yuan, gepard landau, welt yang

ཐི♡ཋྀ contains -> soulmate!au, no warnings just fluff (?) and maybe a bit suggestive for welt. ALSO LUOCHA'S IS SO ANGSTY AND FOR WHAT IDK IM SORRY

ཐི♡ཋྀ gia's notes -> ok so you know that soulmate au thing where the moles on ur body are where ur lover in a past life kissed you the most? yeah. i opened star rail for the first time in like 2 weeks today cos i rage quit after getting silver wolf while trying to build pity for luocha and then i did the story quest thingy and brainrot happened. sorry for being gone for so long. have this <3 (ppl who requested stuff two months ago i see you i hear you i'm just a slow writer)

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ LUOCHA has a particularly noticeable mole on the right side of his neck. with his high collar and serious expression, that remains another guarded secret of his that is privy to only his own searching eyes, a secret that raises colour in his cheeks at the insinuation of its placement.

having spent more time around the dead than the living these past few months, love and human connection is not exactly an occurence that can happen naturally within his profession.

and for the most part, that's alright.

yet there are some lonely nights where luocha finds his gloved fingertips grazing the dark spot on his neck, wishing that he could be graced with the same tenderness in this life that he had received in his previous one. if he closed his eyes and concentrated hard enough, he could almost feel the ghostly brush of a pair of lips against his cool skin, the feathery sensation sending a soft shiver down his spine, accompanied by the distant giggle of a past lover in his ear before it slips his grasp and he rolls onto his side in frustration.

that damned spot might as well be placed directly over his heart, considering the amount of influence it held over him.

he could only hope that his dreams tonight would reunite him with the figure that haunts his conscious mind too now, and continue his fruitless search to find them once again in his waking realm.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ BLADE has moles on his chest and back littered amidst the scars that mar his porcelain skin. always a skeptic, the man has never been one to believe in the fanciful stories of soulmates destined to be, sneering in the face of such notions as fate, preferring to keep his head resolutely on his shoulders and feet planted on the ground.

and in some sense, he's right.

because when he met you, in this current life, you joined him in his rejection of a perfect other half. and then, slowly but surely, you had wormed your way into his heart, and his insistence on not having any such thing as a soulmate seems like such a flimsy rebuttal to the way you gaze at him in adoration, fingers trailing in your lips' wake as they brush over each individual mark on his chest.

he tries not to shiver when he feels your warm lips descend upon the skin of his back, your fingers tracing the faded marks that depict his life story with a silent promise that you'll be there for him, and to count every mark on his skin with tender care.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ DAN HENG often finds himself staring in wonder at the moles which litter his arms. starting from his wrists, there is a dusting of them that creeps all the way up to his shoulders, placed upon his skin with such deliberate care that it's almost a foreign concept to him.

in the later hours of the night, he allows himself to muse over the possibility of a soulmate, a lover in a past life destined to find him again, trying to solve the mystery of their identity by peering at his arms as if their face is etched into them.

and when he meets you, he feels breathless all over again as your hands interlink with his own, clasping them so fervently that lightning practically runs up his spine as your lips reunite with his skin, once again staking their claim as you make your way from his wrists to the rest of his body.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ JING YUAN bears his mark with pride, the distinct spot residing comfortly underneath his eye, attracting his attention to it every time he paises to study his reflection.

he wouldn't call himself a vain man, so he appraises that one mole before continuing on with his day, but it's not until you have his face cupped in your palms, and your eyes study his features with an intensity he had not felt until now, that you mention that he has two other moles on his face, albeit fainter.

and you make a point of reaffirming their existence at every chance you get, with you and jing yuan's morning routine involving your lips brushing against the faint mole on the apple of his cheek and bridge of his nose before landing a last one underneath his eye.

those only serve as a mere guidline, though, as you do not hesitate to pepper the rest of his unblemished face with kisses as your symbol of affection.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ GEPARD does not know what to think of the moles that litter his collarbones. they're rather prominent, and if he lets himself think about them for too long, he'll start blushing.

even the thought of someone kissing him there makes his brain short circuit, so the sensation is definitely one that he will have to get used to with you.

the slightly sadistic part of you revels in the way his blushing face hides itself behind his hands when you kiss him on those marks, a muffled boyish giggle escaping his lips at the ticklish sensation of your lashes brushing against his skin when you lay your head against his chest.

you decide to place a few additional marks for his next life when you kiss the backs of his hands, until your lover relents and reveals his face to you once more, letting you place a final tender kiss to his lips.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ WELT finds the little triangle of moles on his hipbone more humorous than anything. there's a certain intimacy to their placement that surpasses the more innocent and easily visible marks a person may have been granted by their soulmate, and he fonds himself wondering what kind of person his soulmate is for there to be the most frequent place they kiss.

and it's a pleasant surprise, really, as to how right it feels when you see those marks yourself and giggle, continuing their tradition by dropping a kiss to each in quick succession before grinning up at him with a smile so endearing that welt finds himself desperately committing the scene to memory.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 IF YOU LIKED THIS, TRY: bound 2 fall in love!

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Milf and Cookies

pairing; Lumberjack!Henry x Pregnant!Shy!Reader

summary: Henry’s wants his shy wife’s titty milk and pussy, a gender reveal, and baby Marly the Cat goes missing. (Lactation!Kink)(Dilf!Henry)(Dom!Henry)

(short story 🫶)

Likes, Comments and Reblogs are appreciated🫶

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“H-Hen, I-I can’t find b-baby Marly” Y/n whined plopping herself onto her grumpy husband’s lap, his hands instinctively reaching around to grope her ass, clad in some soft cotton shorts. “Shh s’okay sugar cube, ‘m sure our baby hasn’t toddled off too far” Henry grumbled moving his hand up to smooth over her 8 month bump, feeling his little miracle squirming inside their momma.

“B-But she isn’t i-in her cat h-house, o-or the bed a-and not even the nursery!” Y/n whined blowing her nose as Henry held the tissue for her, her fingers fiddling with the hem of his white vest, his new tattoo on his chest being exposed slightly. “baby bun don’t worry your pretty lil head alright? We can go find baby Marly together, now have you checked everywhere in the house?”

“Mhm even u-under the bed”

“How on hell did you get onto the ground?” Henry quirked knowing damn well she struggled to even get clothes on or lotion up after a shower, leading to him having to lather her up in her coconut body butter, and helping her get her clothes on (that’s on the odd occasion she didn’t sleep in the nude) “I-I used my stool t-to help me down”

A sharp squeal immediately left her pouty lips as his hands made contact with her ass, grabbing onto it, “aw sugar pie, if you need help ya call daddy, don’t ya momma?” He growled through gritted teeth as she nodded, it wasn’t surprising that now he had knocked her up, his possessive and protectiveness had increased by ten folds. Helping her to slip on some shorts, he held her hand tightly as they both slipped on their matching fluffy crocs (ones she again insisted they buy at the market)

Her mood instantly lightening up at the sight of all the flowers and fruits starting to bloom, with her giggling at simply nothing and everything; Henry swinging their hands and bringing it up to kiss her knuckles every few minutes. “W-what if w-we can’t find b-baby?” She whimpered remembering why they were out there in the first place,

“I’ll find her momma don’t you worry, in fact a’ think I can see her from ‘ere” Henry stopped looking in between the tall grass to see their tiny white flur baby, mingling with a larger black grumpy looking cat, how ironic. “Looks like Marly got a boyfriend” Henry chuckled bending down to see both of the cats cuddling together, their tails interlinked as the black cat licked up Marly’s fur.

“O-Oh my! They’re so cute” Y/n squealed looking up to Henry, with that same sparkle in her eyes, he already knew what she was about to ask, “Fine yes okay, we can take him home, as long as we don’t find a collar on him or anythin like that, sound okay sugar cube?” She nodded eagerly picking up Marly, watching as the black cat walked alongside them to the log wood cabin.

“Now come on momma, let’s leave these two in their bed while I tend to my baby, we still have to cut the box remember?” He whispered, seeing the sugar cube shaped cupcake sitting waiting for them, it had only arrived that morning; in it contained the gender of their little miracle and God could he not wait. With Y/n wanting Marly to be with them for the whole experience. “O-Oh yeah, I f-forgot”

“S’okay baby I know you’re dumbed out, can’t help it with your condition” He smiled sickly rubbing over her stomach as he sat them both onto the couch, the box sitting on her lap as she giggled and nodded along to his insult. His hands combing back her hair gingerly, her nose wrinkling every so often. “C-can we cut i-it now? m’ excited” She whispered wiggling on his lap, watching intently as he took the cupcake from her hands, peeling back its covering.

“Open wide bun” He whispered watching her take a bite, showcasing that she would be bringing a precious baby boy and baby girl into the world. The perfect mix of them both, a tiny Henry and an even tinier Y/n, both of them cocooned away in their momma’s stomach all safe and sound. “I-It’s both? Does that m-mean twins Hen?” She said shocked, feeling Henry smirk and chuckle as he licked up the cream from her lips and chin; not only did he manage to knock her up, but he managed to double it.

“Aww baby I could fuck you till the sun goes down, my little petal givin’ me two miracles at once, your pussy really musta milked my cock for all its worth” His hands patted her stomach as tears rushed to her eyes, she finally knew what she was having, her own little boy and girl; if anything this was a dream to her. “S-stop it, y-you’re ruinin’ the moment, tell y-your dads to s-stop it” She sniffed putting her hand on too of Henry’s, feeling the strong kicks following their touch everywhere they moved, their babies were here right now.

“You better not take her away from me squirts, Cus a’ swear my woman is-“

“Y-you gotta l-learn to share” Y/n huffed crossing her arms, “Yeah sure, one tit for them and one for me” Henry chuckled leaning down to press a kiss onto the exposed part of her chest, cupping underneath it and squeezing the swollen flesh softly, watching as her shirt dampened due to her milk coming in earlier than normal. He maintained eye contact with her as he licked over her hardened nipple over the thin fabric, the sweet milk streaming into hid mouth ad he started to suckle gently, a habit he had picked up to help her fall asleep and him at the same time. Sometimes with him waking up due to her nipple popping out of his mouth, or with her when she realised the pressure in them was building up again. Either way it was a new bonding experience for them both

“I wan’ go to b-bed, m’ tired” She whispered kissing the top of his, her eyed lidded while she watched him press kisses onto her tits, taking his sweet time with each one of them. “Alright sugar, I’ve got ya, get ya all nice n’ snuggled in” He grunted picking her up, carrying her to their shared marital bedroom, their pictures littering the room in pink fluffy photo frames she had chosen.

Sitting slightly upwards with an extra pillow underneath her head, she shuffled towards Henry’s side, letting him lay his head onto her puffy chest; sighing out in relief as he started kissing and sucking at her nipples. Lifting his head up he spat some of her own milk into her mouth, letting her taste it as he licked wetly into her mouth, drool and excess milk dripping from the sides of their lips. His babygirl’s sweet milk was the best thing he had tasted, and he’d rather die before sharing it with someone else but he knew better than to mess with his woman and their babies. Their baby boy and baby girl, their miracles

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PSA: I know this is short, but tomorrow I’m posting a full fic on how Shy!Y/n lost her virginity to Lumberjack!Henry :)) So if you would like tagged in that tomorrow please let me know🫶

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catiuskaa · 4 months

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clingy denials —bf!seungmin thoughts.

A/N: the bf!thoughts series is finished! I’m so happy I could finish it. I had so much fun coming up with these lil scenarios. Feel free to check them all out, they’re all linked in my masterlist!

(because i won’t ever recover from cover me. [simping])

suggestive/horny ending, [still absolute fluff].

seungmin, who sits with you on the sofa in the comfort of your shared appartment, covered from the snow and cold outside.

seungmin, who is mindlessly scrolling down his phone, but still paying enough attention to notice that you have finished your hot chocolate.

seungmin, who takes both his and your mug and leaves them on the small table next to the sofa, then ushers you to lay your head on his lap.

seungmin, who is back at his phone as you read one of your newly Christmas-acquired book.

seungmin, who is unable to focus when you giggle and kick your legs softly, squirming with a goofy smile.

seungmin, who lowers his phone, staring at you. “What’s got you all smiley?” He grins, his heart tugging fluffily in his chest.

seungmin, who pretends not to listen, halfly still looking to his phone, which you can’t see, but it’s turned off. “This book uses so many cliches, but it’s so good!” You laugh again, childishly, and he blushes softly at your happiness.

seungmin, who can’t help the sheepish smile on his face as he keeps passing his slender fingers through your hair. “What’s the catch?” he asks, and as stated before, failing to play his part of ‘uninterested bystander number 4’.

seungmin, who can’t deny you his attention when your eyes shine when you look at him, glistening, soft-coloured irises telling a million stories that he’d listen to, any day you’d like.

seungmin, who now listens closely. “He got injured and is in the hospital, and normally he has this black cat energy, but he’s being so clingy when she visits…! It’s so cute.” You giggle, and he snorts.

seungmin, who raises his brows when you do the same. “You’re one to talk.” You snort back, teasingly, and he pouted unconciously.

seungmin, who huffs. “Me? I am not clingy, you are.” He sticks his tongue out at you, snarkily, and you take his cheeks in your hand, playing with his face, your book laying open against your chest.

seungmin, who blushes. “Hello, I’m clingy puppy seungmin, and I am a liar.” You mock him in a high-pitched tone that sounds nothing like the man you love, yet you cackle loudly as he brushes your hands off.

seungmin, who puts his phone back in his pocket. “Whatever.” He’s joking, and you know it because he’s still flustered and all red and cute. “Jeongin texted. Some of the boys are going shopping for the Three Kings Day. We can go and then grab some drinks after.”

seungmin, who you know is offering you to leave and letting you choose, but your chest warms because you know if you didn’t want to go, he’d stay with you.

seungmin, who smiles at your nod, and quickly goes to take your and his coat, like a little puppy waiting for his late walk.

seungmin, who finds himself staring at you while you put your earings on, eyes soft as you look at your reflection in the mirror, lips slightly parted in concentration.

seungmin, who blushes when you apply lip balm before going outside. “Can I?” He asks, and you smile, handing it to him.

seungmin, who clearly isn’t clingy, yet he only uses lip balm right after you do, and still claims not to know what an indirect kiss is.

seungmin, who, isn’t clingy at all, but as you both walk down the street to meet the guys, he shoves the hand closest to you into your pocket. “What?” His fake deadpan would be perfect if he wasn’t blushing. “Your jacket is thicker than mine. Warms up sooner.”

seungmin, who can’t even try to lie, because his hand engulfes yours in your pocket, fingers interlinked, his cold hands in contrast to yours, always a bit warmer.

seungmin, who follows you, Jeongin and Felix after meeting the boys, not really interested in the clothes inside the cozy shops you browsed in, but tags along still.

seungmin, who just shrugs at any suggestion the boys try to make regarding what clothes he could like. “Why did you even come with us, hyung?” The younger one teases. Felix snickers, elbowing you cheekily.

seungmin, who blushes, ignoring the question. A while after, he follows you to the dressing rooms, and you start to hang your clothes inside, noticing him in the reflection of the big mirrors. “You can wait outside.”

seungmin, who just doesn’t want to wait outside, but it’s not because he’s clingy. Definetely not.

seungmin, who is pouting unconciously, trying to come up with an excuse. “Um. The sofa outside is full of people.” He starts. You’re sneakily waiting for him, almost a menace you are, considering the poor flustered boy just wants to be with you. But it’s ok. He’s as much a menace as you.

seungmin, who relaxes when his awkward excuse of, well, an excuse, actually ‘works’. He steps inside, only because you took a small bit of pity in him (a.k.a., you want to be with him too.)

seungmin, who expresses his love and want for you in soft, secret glances and lingering touches, struggling to keep his hands to himself as you try out the clothes, snickering to yourself.

seungmin, who’s almost sulking in the side of the dresser. “What’s wrong, puppy?” You’re trying out a party dress that’s more bold than usual, and when you bend down and stroke his cheek, he’s a weak mess.

seungmin, who sighs, so flustered. “…n-nothing.” He’s blushing so much it’s almost like how it was before you started dating,

seungmin, who takes his hands to your cheeks and prompts you forward, messily ending sitting on his lap as he kisses you.

seungmin, who bites your lip. “Fuck.” He whispers, and you have to hold back a shiver. “Fuck— yeah, I’m clingy. I’m a motherfucking sea limpet if you want to call me that. You’re stuck with me.” He breathes heavily.

seungmin, whose hands roam all over your body. “You’ve been wanting to do that all day, huh?” You pant teasingly, your forehead on his as his hands press you tighter against his body.

seungmin, who smirks, kissing all over your face and neck. “You bet I was.” He snickers, sending chills through your skin. “Get dressed. We’re leaving.

seungmin, who kisses you again when he sees your slightly confused face. “I still haven’t done what I’ve been thinking for the night.”

~kats, spontaniously combusting bc oh god i never planned for this to end this horny YET OMFG I LOVE IT qjifbwkfnsknfks

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zombie-eats-world · 7 months

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Luffy's Linage and the Connections to God's Valley

I think we all know that the history of God's Valley is going to be very important to the story and to our protagonist, Luffy. But I think I've realized why it will be the biggest reveal in the story and intertwined intimately with Luffy's creation and destiny. This might sound crazy but I believe wholeheartedly that:

Luffy is the grandchild of Rocks D. Xebec.

Luffy is the child of Crocodile.

Crocodile's mysterious history is interlinked with every important character in the Grandline. Now, let me explain.

Let's first lay out what we know about the God's Valley incident. We know the Celestial Dragons were on the island, which prompted a young Garp to trust a young Gol D. Roger with an alliance to fight against the Rocks Pirates. Together they won, the incident was covered up, the island disappeared, and Roger found a baby Shanks in a treasure chest as he sailed away.

There is so much about that incident that we don't know, but we do understand just how much it has impacted the world of One Piece. And that goes double for the relationships born from the incident.

Whitebeard and Roger's friendly rivalry, Big Mom's vitriol for Roger, but by far the most interesting thing to come out of the incident is Roger and Garp's mutual respect. Roger respected Garp so much that he trusted the marine with knowledge of his child who was about to be born.

This is the million-dollar question, why would Roger entrust his child's (and at this time, Rouge's) life to this marine who could have become a massively different person in the years since they last met. For all Roger knew Garp was now corrupted by the marines and agreed that Roger's bloodline needed to be eradicated. Well, I believe Roger trusted Garp because he witnessed Garp save a child before against the World Government's wishes; I believe Garp saved Rock's child.

We all understand by now that one of the overarching themes of the story is 'history repeating itself', which is why I think the hunt for Roger's child happened once before with the God's Valley incident. The WG would obviously want to completely erase Rocks from existence (they basically have to with how little we know about him), which would include any children he had fathered to carry on his bloodline. As the fight on God's Valley raged a group of marines, or possibly Cipher Pol, would arrive with the orders to kill anyone with even a passing relation to Rocks. The survivors of this being Rocks top members (Whitebeard, Big Mom, etc.) AND his child; who I am willing to bet real money on was Crocodile.

Crocodile is one of the most interesting characters in the story by far. And while that might be a lot of bias from me, I still think the evidence speaks for itself.

Crocodile is one of the only major villain's that we lack a backstory for, we know more about Warpol's backstory than we do the very first Warlord we ever fought and defeated in story. The man has a strange relationship with animals that is never once explained. Lizard mail runners that we never see utilized by anyone else? Yep, Crocodile's got them. A trained otter and condor being given more trust than the humans in his secret organization? Yes, Crocodile did allow that. Gigantic reptiles that are known to attack Sea Kings? Crocodile kept them as pets and had them so well trained Robin was able to casually pet one! (This doesn't really add to the theory beyond showcasing an odd character trait giving to Crocodile of all people and without any explanation. No one even thought we'd see him again before impel down!)

We also know that Crocodile's inspiration was Roger, from the cover on chapter 408 we learn that Crocodile dreams of being Roger. (very similar to Yamato's dream of being Odin, just more history repeating itself.)

I'm not understating this, Crocodile as a character is so weird. He's got connections to everyone, (Whitebeard, the Revolutionaries, Ivankov, Mihawk, etc.) and yet we've never got any explanation for any of this. We know from how intertwined Crocodile is with the Grandline that he's been a pirate a very long time yet no one in the story seems to know anything about him outside of his Warlord status. In fact, Crocodile seems to be comfortable with the secrets, even being alright with Buggy taking the credit for Cross Guild.

This mans strange relationships with powerful characters like Whitebeard is the reason for the prevalent theory that Crocodile is Whitebeard's only biological child instead of Rocks.... but what if it was both?

No matter how I think about it I've never been able to get over the strangeness of Crocodile and Whitebeard's dynamic in Marineford. Whitebeard definitely doesn't treat Crocodile like someone he cares about, less so like a child that would automatically count in the family that was HIS DREAM. But there is a familiarity in how they address each other, like their history goes back far further than the battle we know they had when Crocodile was a young pirate.

So I propose this:

Crocodile was Rocks child, witnessed Roger take his own father down after standing up to him. This is the reason for Crocodile's dream seemingly being to be Roger. And this would eventually be mirrored in the relationship between Kaido, Yamato, and Oden.

Garp impressed Roger by helping Crocodile to safety instead of following orders and killing him. This would stick with Roger over the years and be why while sitting in prison waiting for execution he decided to put his child's life in Garp's hands.

The safety Crocodile was brought to was Whitebeard. Crocodile was 8 when God's Valley happened, so Whitebeard raised the boy for a few years before Crocodile either ran away or was sent away. We don't know why Crocodile and Whitebeard's relationship turned sour but whatever it was caused Crocodile to see him as an opponent he dreamed of defeating.

This all spurs Crocodile to go to East Blue to witness Roger's end and motivates his desire to defeat Whitebeard as he is now the father figure he must overcome in order to be like Roger. (Kinda like Ace's original desire to defeat Whitebeard huh? Again more history repeating itself.)

Now onto what this means for Luffy, and the story as a whole.

I've already outlined all the evidence for the Trans! Crocodile and Crocodad/Dadodile in many, many, many posts. So I'm not doing that here, you can find my main posts on it here and here. In this post, I want to discuss the ramifications of Crocodile being Rock's child and Luffy's birth parent if this theory proved true.

First of all, this would mean the person that literally gave birth to the dawn and the future sun god Nika/Joyboy incarnate had their life undeniably changed at GOD'S VALLEY. I don't think I need to explain the almost heavy-handed symbolism with that entire naming scheme.

It would also mean that almost everyone who had an impact on Luffy's life was at God's Valley. The person who gave birth to him (Crocodile), the person who inspired his dream (Shanks and Roger), the person to raised him and trained him (Garp), and the person to validated his dream to the world (Whitebeard). All that is missing is Dragon, but for all we know he was there too!

Also I simply love the symbolize that revolves around this entire theory. Luffy would be born from the son of the man who was push into the spot light after God's Valley, praised as a hero. And came from the child of the man who was wiped from history, his family memory thrown to the darkness. Its a clash of opposites, light and dark, a total contradiction, also could be described as a dawn. Not even mentioning the beautiful irony of Joyboy being born from someone taking the name of a predator known for its menacing smile.

If this proved to be true, Crocodile would be centered and primed to possibly be the link between the crew and Gods Valley. Maybe the last Road Poneglyph is there!

But what do others think? I'd love to have a discussion about this if anyone finds counter evidence, or finds evidence that gives more credence to this theory!

Here's an additional link to a great post about this topic I found while looking for evidence.

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leqonsluv3r · 26 days

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hi!! how are you doing? soo i would like to ask if you could write some hcs about how leon would react and deal abt reader being insecure of his feelings for ada, like reader discovers that they kissed and have a story together

hope you have a great day <3

the idea of disloyalty

— leon!kennedy x reader, a headcanon list

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an: hope this is what you had in mind anon <33 it’s hard writing hcs in a story order sometimes but i’m learning :,)

leon!kennedy who tried to soften the blow when you found about his ex (who wasn’t his ex), your tears falling all over you face and down onto your shirt.

leon!kennedy who tries to explain to you that she was nothing, that it meant nothing to him and that she was in his past now. she was just someone he sought temporary comfort in, not someone that he loved like you.

leon!kennedy who loves you for all the reasons your not like ada, the way your so caring and kind. you put others before yourself. you love him for all that he is and ada was never like that.

leon!kennedy who watched as you tried to come to terms that another woman had once been in the same position as you. she had touched him, loved him and kissed him the same way you had and it made you sad.

leon!kennedy who told you that he didn’t feel that way about her anymore, that you were the best thing that had happened to him since. that she broke his heart (not entirely a lie) and made him hate her.

leon!kennedy who watched as you get up from the couch and go into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. he didn’t want to lose you, he couldn’t bear it. the light in his life that was you wouldn’t be the same if you were gone. all because you found out about ada and how they used to be.

leon!kennedy who in the days following everything, does his best to give you space if you need it, reassurances if that’s what you ask for and anything that will make you not leave.

leon!kennedy who gives you the full story on everything. his entire past on how he met ada that one night in raccoon city, how she basically double crossed him. then the year in spain and then everything with her that happened afterwards.

leon!kennedy who watches as you process the story, watched you frown and try to understand all that he had gone through with ada interlinked with him. in his past, weaved like DNA. you would ask questions try to better understand, even if you were indifferent still.

leon!kennedy who understands that it takes time for you to fully get the impact ada had on him. the way he basically altered his trust in women, all of them. even just regular people he met, his trust was forever changed. leon needed you to know that he trusted you more than it was normal for him, that’s why he told you the full story.

he had never told anyone that before, had never given anyone the full truth. all the details of the lies, the double-crossing, the magic that was hidden and then revealed as a curse by ada herself all those years ago.

leon!kennedy who holds onto you, hands clasping on your back as he tries to calm you down. your not crying from him, rather for him. this was an interesting turn of events, but he knew you were just processing everything that he had dumped on you.

leon!kennedy who promised that he would never lie to you again, never hold back the truth from you as he whispered reassurances into your hair. that you were the one for him, that ada didn’t matter to him like that anymore. that you were the only one he could fully trust, understand and love unashamedly.

leon!kennedy who in the days that follow, wakes you up every morning with a kiss and a reassurance. holding you close to him in a sense that you were never going anywhere and you would never dream of it. you would never try to leave him, not when he promised himself to you, promised himself to you in all honesty.

leon!kennedy who gives a promise ring to you on your two year anniversary, promises that one day he will always be with you. he would love to marry you one day, always be with you. in all honesty, that was his promise. his promise to not look on the past anymore and instead focus on your future together.

an: this one isn’t my favorite list i’ve wrote but i hope it met your expectations anon. i’m working on my other requests rn. slowly but surely, im gonna be starting a new job soon. so if my posts get slower and slower, thats why. i’m gonna do my best to stay consistent and keep my upload schedule but ill be really busy in this upcoming month. anyways, pls like and repost, i love you all. kisses, xx.

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ruin me all you want, i don't mind if it's you.

starring - yan! jing yuan

trigger warnings - implied stockholm syndrome and physical violence

i saw a fanart this quote and i liked it so much that i'm turning it into a hsr fic lmao.

you never thought that you would be in this mess. the odd horror story of another person becoming too infatuated with someone else never fazed you a lot.

the thing is you never paid enough attention regarding the ending, it should be logical that cutting off ties should be the ending.

but when feelings are involved, anything could happen.

feelings should never been underestimated and your current predicament is a prime example. living with an acquaintance that offered short accommdation for an exploration trip should just been a simple thing.

absence make the heart grow fonder though and you under evaluated how a certain man like you that much.

he say love, you say obsession but is what the difference? love mean letting someone go but treating someone like a doll trapped in a dollhouse is not love.

obsession is a dangerous thing, clouding the ability of judgement so your pleas to Jing Yuan would always fall on deaf ears.

"stop this nonsense, exploration trips mean facing the unknown which is dangerous. "

"at least with me, you will always be safe even if i'm away."

you felt the second half of his statement, you could roam freely outside but the cloud knights and lower generals would always offer a helping hand.

it was unnerving, almost like jing yuan created a surveillance unit just for you. the general wasn't that impulsive though, unwanted attention was not ideal so he played a charade of being his partner by forcing you to attend a political party with him.

you remember the jealous stares that others shot your way with your arm interlinked with the general at the ballroom but you just wanted to let out a bittersweet laugh.

and when you did, jing yuan asked you what was funny where you snapped and dug your heel into his shoe.

the next day, you made a vow never to make him angry again, the general become a whole another person with rage. the scars still lingered on your arms.

so you decided to give in, you could not beat him so might as well make your life easier. maybe one day, he might change his mind and let you go.

a slim chance.

you still couldn't help but imagine it though.

jing yuan did started interrogating you when your behaviour started changing from no longer rejecting his acts of affection along with actually engaging conversation with him.

it was startling how things just click into place, almost like friends from lovers trope. maybe jing yuan was your soul mate but he was too impatience to win your heart over.

but you no longer care about consent. you would do anything to make your life easier.

so when jing yuan guided you to the bedroom with your hand grasped in his, you broke the silence first.

"ruin me all you want, i don't mind if it's you."

#yandere honkai star rail #honkai star rail #yandere jing yuan #yandere jing yuan x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #hsr jing yuan #yandere hsr #yandere hsr x reader

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Star Trek Voyager 6x02 - Survival Instinct | Star Trek Picard 1x08 - Broken PIeces

Seven: When I was first assimilated into the Collective, I was a child. They were assimilated as adults. When our individual memories began to resurface-- Chakotay: Yours were of being a little girl. A scared little girl. Seven: I let that fear control me. After I saw the drone die in the swamp, I panicked. I began to envision my own death. Alone, without even the sound of another drone to comfort me. So I forced them to return. I infiltrated their left cerebral hemispheres with nanoprobes and created a new interlink network. One that they couldn't resist. And then I eliminated the evidence of what I had done. Chakotay: You were overwhelmed by feelings you couldn't begin to understand. You're not responsible for that. Seven: Because of what I did, they'll be forced to live the rest of their lives in the Collective. For that, I am responsible.

Rewatching Star Trek Voyager after Picard is so good because it makes the Seven-centric stories even richer. They were already good but it adds another layer to everything.

It also makes this moment in Broken Pieces even more resonant for Seven because she's not only assimilated people before but she's assimilated people who were trying to escape. I love how interesting this makes Seven's character. It's a situation TV Tropes call Ignored Epiphany.

It's the moment when someone who is on a path of redemption or enlightenment willfully ignores the epiphany to continue on the current path they were. But narratively, the ignored epiphany moment wasn't futile.

Eventually what happens is the ignored epiphany becomes a building block for when the real epiphany hits. Because sometimes epiphany and the choice to turn around is not just one moment, it's composed of several moments, and sometimes, people need the help of other people to pull or push them out of the current path they were on.

This is what happened to Seven of Nine.

Drone Borg Seven of Nine was happy to continue being a Borg and was proud of being a Borg. It wasn't until Janeway chose to cut Seven from the Borg and started Seven on the path of her own individuality that Seven finally understood the real damage the Borg has down to other people and herself.

And now that she possesses individuality and knowledge when she's asked a year later if she would want to return to the Collective given the choice and Seven's answer is a resounding No.

And then going back to this moment in Survival Instinct to the moment in Broken Pieces knowing the context for Seven now it's so much more poignant because she's done this before and regretted it.

I think this is one moment out of many moments in what she's done and made to do as a Borg that Seven will never forgive herself for because the moment with her three Unimatrix Drones was something Seven did herself.

(I do wish they let the moment in Picard 1x08 breathe more but time and production probably didn't give them enough time to do more).

Seven: The damage I did can never be repaired, and my guilt is irrelevant. I simply want them to experience individuality, as I have. As you have. At one time, you were confined to this Sickbay. Your program was limited to emergency medical protocols. In some ways, you were not unlike a drone. But you were granted the opportunity to explore your individuality. You were allowed to expand your program. Your mobile emitter gives you freedom of movement. Your thoughts are your own. If you were told you had to become a drone again, I believe you would resist. EMH: Yes. I suppose I would. Seven: They would resist as well. They would choose freedom, no matter how fleeting. Only you and I can truly understand that. EMH: Survival is insufficient.

#seven of nine #star trek voyager #star trek: picard #picard 1x08 #picard s1 #st: voyager 6x02 #voyageredit #picardedit #startrekedit #trekedit #thinky thoughts

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i think there's something to be said about what exactly it means to be "non-human" in a story that is as much about humanity as wolf 359 is, where even the dear listeners are defined less by their own perspective and more by what they fail to understand and therefore reflect about the human perspective - to the point that they don't even have their own voices or faces or identities that aren't either given to them or taken from humans. they speak to humanity as a mirror.

even pryce and cutter are "very much humans" - pryce defined by her resentment of and desire to transcend its limitations, and cutter by his aspirations to redefine and create a "better" type of human - and find the idea that they might not be human laughable. it's interesting that they have distinctly transhumanist aspirations when their goal is the narrative opposite of common science fiction fears: that we will expand the definition of humanity so much that we'll lose whatever it is that makes us human. pryce and cutter's transhumanism narrows the definition of humanity to the worthy and the useful, as defined by them; "there will still be a humanity; it'll just be our humanity."

in direct opposition to that, i think it's meaningful that the show instead expands the definition of humanity in ways that include lovelace and hera, who in another show with different themes might be considered (in the descriptive, non-moralistic sense) non-human. i will always make a point of saying that personhood and humanity are two often-related but meaningfully distinct concepts, especially when talking about sci-fi and fantasy. i am talking about humanity.

the question of how hera identifies, and what social pressures influence that, is a complicated one. i've talked about it before and i will talk about again. what's important for the purposes of this post is that i think the show considers her fundamentally human. think about her role in shut up and listen - consider jacobi's lion example and the concept of different paradigms - that even things that are close to humans, comparatively speaking, understand the world in different ways. whatever differences hera may have from the others, it's primarily in experience, not fundamental understanding. she shares their emotions, their concerns, their values, their thought patterns. she has an appreciation for music, which the show considers a hallmark of humanity. she fits within the framework of humanity as the show defines and is, in her own words, left feeling "uneasy" about how difficult it might be to communicate with beings who don't. and it's significant that this takes place in shut up and listen, of all episodes, specifically because the way she is clearly and unambiguously included in the show's understanding of what it means to be human highlights the ways she and lovelace are othered by eiffel's careless comments that suggest otherwise.

(i don't want to get too into these details for this particular post, but it's worth noting that hera will refer to 'humans' as a category, often when she is upset and feeling isolated, but has never said that she 'isn't human' - she has never been upset that people are treating her 'too' human. i've seen it said about the line "you need to get it through your heads that what goes for you doesn't always go for me", but that's a frustration related to ability and safety, not identity. far more often, she will refer to herself in 'human' terms - referring idiomatically to experiences or body parts etc. that she doesn't literally have - and is upset primarily with comments referring to her status as an AI. it does not diminish how being an AI influences her perspective and experience, but again, so much of that is in terms of ability that it feels almost inseparable from a discussion about disability.)

lovelace's humanity and hera's humanity are so interlinked and directly paralleled in the text that i think it's impossible to really argue one of them is "not" human without making implications about the other. in desperate measures, lovelace tells kepler he's "not human" and he responds "you're hilarious. on a multitude of levels." later, defending lovelace against kepler's repeated dehumanization, hera very pointedly uses the phrase "that woman." in out of the loop, hera says she's never met anyone who "worked so hard at being inhuman" as jacobi, who says "what do you know about being human?" hera very emphatically responds, "i know plenty." later, defending hera against jacobi's repeated dehumanization, minkowski pointedly uses the phrase "that woman." with the care taken towards language and the way scenes and turns of phrase will parallel each other, that's not a coincidence. it might seem strange to have the "non-human" characters be the ones to express criticisms based on perceived "humanity" (something hera will do in other contexts as well - "we don't have funerals for animals" etc.) but in the broader context of the show, i think it's the point.

so, whether hera would ever call herself human, or be comfortable with that, is a complicated question for another time and depends on a lot of other factors. but wolf 359 is a show about humanity, it includes her within its definition of what it means to be human, and i wouldn't be comfortable definitively saying she's not human because of that. it can't be a neutral statement within the particular context of this show.

#wolf 359 #w359 #hera wolf 359 #there are so many concepts here that could be posts on their own #but this is already too long. sorry.#i think it's also worth noting how often i see the discussion of hera and humanity conflated with the discussion of #whether hera would want a body and while i think there's some degree of influence in that. if she has human experiences without human form #there's something uniquely isolating about that that could influence her decision. BUT. the form she exists or doesn't exist in #is separate from whether the show includes her within its 'in group' of humanity. which thematically it does.#hera can be considered equally human without ever having any type of physical form. that's part of expanding the definition #and i think that's an important distinction.#anyway sorry i'm kind of passionate about this it just. doesn't quite sit right with me i guess #in a lot of cases i think it's important to acknowledge that non-human characters have different experiences from human ones and #a lot of science fiction will (or should) decentralize the human experience. but it's core to the themes of wolf 359. it's different.#i think hera is so interesting as a take on the 'human AI' character because. the mistake a lot of them make is having a character #'learn how to be human' and it feels patronizing. but hera is. a fundamentally human person who has been told she isn't #and internalized that. and i think that's much more complex and. well. human. i know she's just a fictional character but #i can't help but feel a little defensive sometimes #it's also part of a larger discussion but feeling inhuman is a not uncommon human experience. it is within those bounds

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1 character x 10 songs x 10 headcanons

Loki (MCU)

Songs that I think they might be perfect for our fav God of Mischief because today is Tom's birthday! 🌿 I also leave the LOKI PLAYLIST I've created for him!

The End of the World - Celldweller

If I do, will I be exiled?

I can't base my actions on whether I'm loved or reviled.

Hard to pretend that I'm ok when my heart is breaking. […]

Sold on a dream of a future serene,

Then why does this feel like the end of the world?

Hopes in a dream are not what they seem,

And now it feels like the end of the world.

hc: The whole song has his vibes, the melody, the aesthetic, the words, the tone with which they are pronounced. Heartbreaking and full of hope. I can clearly hear the "The sun will shine on us again, I promise." quotes from it.

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2. Fill the Void - Lily-Rose Depp & The Weeknd

Be my voice and I choose you to fill the void. […]

I choose you to fill my void.

I choose you to tell me, you to tell me,

I choose you to fill my void.

I speak my voice and I choose you to fill the void,

Tell me why, tell me why do I feel so free when I'm dead?

hc: Being chosen by him is already an immense honor and privilege, even more so If he considers you the missing piece to fill the eternal void in his chest. This duet is so strangely romantic.

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3. The Apparition - Sleep Token

Why are you never real? Whenever you appear,

You leave me with that grace, I am trembling with fear.

But I know that you will disappear […]

Well, I believe that somewhere in the past,

Something was between you and I my dear,

And it remains with me to this day.

hc: Something has separated you two, and your memories have been erased (TVA vibes) but the feeling you have is so deep that crosses space and time, and although there is only dust remaining, you are always pulled in each other's direction.

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4. GODDESS - Written by Wolves

You're like a goddess in disguise, I'm drowning slowly in your eyes

It's like you kill me by design, you're all I desire. […]

I'll do anything for you, my temptress, even if I'm innocent.

Kill to watch you undress,

Feel your body close pressed up, against mine

Heart beats, in time.

Feel your chest rise, you're all I desire.

hc: This song is pure devotion, he would do anything for you, you are his light, you're the only force that moves his actions and feelings.

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5. Interlinked - Lonely Lies & GOLDKID$

hc: There are no lyrics, just music, but the romantic synth and the electronic base give this melody the right vibes to be the soundtrack to a film/series about Loki and his love interest. (hope to be me honestly)

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6. Funeral Derangements - Ice Nine Kills

I'll see you on the other side.

But I'd kill to bring you back tonight,

Don't give up, don't let go,

I'll make this right. […]

They say that time heals all, but I won't heed the call.

Buried in misery.

Spare me the eulogy.

hc: Aggressive and desperate, in this version of the story, he lost you because of Thanos and he will do anything to bring you back to life, even challenging primordial forces such as Death itself.

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7. Starlight - STARSET

Stardust, in you and in me.

Fuse us, into unity.

We're coupled, born from the universe.

The void is calling, don't fear.

It's ok, I promise. […]

Whenever stars go down and galaxies ignite.

I'll think of you each time they wash me in their light.

And I'll fall in love with you again, I will find you. […]

Don't leave me lost here forever,

I need your starlight and pull me through,

Bring me back to you.

hc: You are the one who loved the God of Stories, and this song is his dedication to you, his eternal love is engraved in these words.

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8. Broken - Falling in Reverse

We are the broken, hoping for a change of heart.

We are the chosen, praying for a shooting star.

And even if the sky comes crashing down,

Even if the world was ending now,

We are the broken, but don't cry for me.

hc: Ouch, bad ending for you, there is nothing left to save, the Apocalypse will erase everything, and you two are embraced seeing the Sun fall on the Earth. He will hold you close until the last moment, until the true end.

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9. VILLAIN - Neoni

Won't make amends, 'cause you did this, yeah

I'm the monster you invented. […]

All the king's horses and all the king's men.

Couldn't undo all the damage I did.

You call me mad but I make perfect sense.

If I can't be your hero, I'll be your villain.

hc: There's not much to say, If your romance happened during 2012, you would have a cruel God loving you, Avengers Loki has definitely his reasons and his charm.

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10. KNIVES - Neoni

No heroes, no villains.

No sympathy, just venom. […]

No heroes, no villains.

Just do it for the thrill and,

Sharpen up your knives.

If you wanna make it through the night.

You better remember that you,

Can never trust nobody.

hc: Let's end with a bit of spice, I couldn't not mention this song, I would definitely associate knife kink to him. Can't change my mind.

That's all for now! Hope you enjoyed! Feel free to suggest more characters, when I'm done with my comfort characters I'll be delighted to please you with music about yours 🤍

#loki laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki #loki marvel #lokius #loki series #loki season 2 #loki x y/n #loki x female reader #loki x reader #loki headcanons #loki x mobius #marvel headcanons #marvel #marvel loki #marvel playlist #loki playlist

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devouringyourson · 8 months

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anyway now I'm going to talk about doctor who for a few hours: single episodes people should watch if they only watched 10 and wanna try some newnewwho

5x7 Amy's Choice: standalone where the doctor and his companions have to choose between reality and a dream world but which is which? peak whimsical 11 era if you like this give the 11th doctor a go

5x10 Vincent and the Doctor: everyone everywhere has suggested this and im sure you've already seen it beautiful beautiful standalone

5x14 (Christmas Special) sci-fi version of A Christmas Carol with flying sharks and opera

6x4 The Doctor's Wife: weird, dark and wonderful standalone penned by Neil Gaiman where the tardis get sucked into a junkyard outside of the universe and weird gaimany shit ensues

6x11 The God Complex: doctor who does the shining with a big religious metaphor and a space minotaur. low budget underrated ep which delves into the flaws of 11th doctor and his choice of a young facade

Series 7 is honestly a bit messy and all requires pre knowledge to understand wtf is going on but 7x12 The Crimson Horror is a campy mark gatiss penned horror romp if you fancy some silly victorian gothic

8x4 Listen: doctor who's most philosophical ep with very few answers, don't watch for the plot watch for the tension and metaphors on fear itself. Odd, ambitious and strange. 12 is abrasive and flawed but if you dig the darker tone s8 is a go to

8x8 The Mummy on the Orient Express. literally an egyptian mummy haunting the orient express IN SPACE. Oddly despite the fantasical premise it's also a great episode to get to grips with this harsher, darker doctor and the complicated relationship he has with Clara. The most 12 of episodes

8x13 Christmas Special: Last Christmas. Great big sci-fi christmas mind fuck that's weirdly emotional and stars nick frost as seemingly... actual santa??

Series 9 is a heavily interlinked series with mainly all double parters so hard to recommend a standalon but...

9x11 Heaven Sent is a masterpiece a single ep starring only Peter Capaldi in mainly monologue as we explore an existential eternal prison. Experimental and strange and deeply rewarding.

10x11 World Enough and Time: The Tardis lands on a huge ship with hundreds of floors. A nearby black hole distorts time so that the lower levels are experiencing centuries of civilisation while the upper floors pass mere seconds. You may struggle to understand what's going on in the wider series plot but this one is gloriously bleak body horror and industrial sci-fi. If you enjoy this go back and watch the season

11x6 Demons of the Punjab: the era of 13 has its issues but god did they go hard on the historicals and politics. A beautiful story about family, identity, loss and the horrors of the partition of India during colonial rule

12x8 The Haunting of Villa Diodati. Again with the historicals. So what really went down during that dreadful summer of 1816 where Mary Shelly writes Frankenstein

The 13th season I.... ??? yeah so anyway

#doctor who #11th doctor #12th doctor #recs

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Writing Game 1.5: Festival

Prompt: Festival Pairing: Thor/Clark Kent

"The sigrblót is an important part of our society." Thor explains softly. "It's a celebration of the arrival of summer - the victory of summer over winter."

"Does that have anything to do with historical events? Perhaps military victories against Jotunheim by Asgard?"

Thor gave a soft laugh. "To be quite honest, I do not know. The custom is ancient. And the blót even older than that. For many events, we have a ritual sacrifice - a gift in thanks for our survival. We believe the sacrifice allows us to connect to our lost ancestors and loved ones, so that we may all feast and revel as one."

Clark tilts his head. "From my research, it seems that the Norse of my world - of Midgard - followed similar traditions. Though I've come to realize that their myths aren't exactly a one-to-one account of your people - for example, they said Valhalla was the Hall of the Slain, where the honored dead would remain till Ragnarok. They believed Odin presided over it, whereas you here seem to believe the same thing, except Valhalla and Helheim and Folkvanger are above even you."

Thor thinks a little before he responds. "We believe in the recursive nature of stories, I suppose you might say. Magic, science, legend... they might all be dialects of the same language. Who's to say that we aren't all offshoots of your people's stories? Who's to say they are based on us, and not the other way around? You yourself may be a story. I like to think we share the names of the Midgardians' gods, but truly we are more like them than any of us tend to think."

Clark chuckles as he writes that down verbatim. "That might be a little bit heavy for a travel piece on Asgard for the Daily Planet, but then again, I am angling for another Pulitzer."

"Is the interview complete? May I finally take you to see the festival as a participant and not an observer?"

"A journalist." Clark corrects. "But yes, I have everything I need. I'm at your disposal."

Thor quickly stands from the couch he reclines upon to press a kiss to Clark's brow. "Good. We came to revel! Not simply to work."

Clark grins and lets Thor drag him onto the streets of Asgard, where vendors hawk their wares - though they tend to stop eyeing him as a potential mark when they see their Prince with a hand interlinked with his.

It's at this point that Clark recognizes how much Thor can relax when he feels he belongs somewhere. He smiles so easily as he eagerly pulls Clark towards a stall to try some festival food, so much more at ease than he is on Earth, giving an impression of regality and poise.

Clark doesn't know yet that it's not because of the difference between Earth and Asgard. It's his own growth, but also because Thor truly blossoms in the proximity of someone he loves. That he feels safe enough to show his truest self to Clark is a blessing, for them both.

Thor refuses to allow Clark to get any more work done, giving a playfully stormy glare at even the sight of his phone emerging from his back pocket to record, even a festival song that Thor joined in upon. Clark answers every glare with a kiss, and they are given several little festival tokens - amulets made of woven straw and bits of glass or metal, beautiful tiny woven tapestries, little sculptures - all of Asgard seeming to delight in the happiness of their prince with his beloved.

#writing game #clark kent x thor #thor x superman #marvel headcanons #dc headcanons #thor headcanons #superman headcanons #headcanons #who knew I'd have so much fun with this one?

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howyouloveyourdragon · 1 year

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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ

pronouns: they/them (there is use of the word 'suitor' but that's only because I couldn't think of another word to use and as we know from my 'only fair' fic i don't feel the need apply real world childbearing mechanics and there isn't much talk of it so you can imagine your body, gender etc however) warnings: suggestive at times, none others that i can think of, lmk of any if you find them! summary: History remembers names, not blood, he knows that all too well so why are you so important to The Sea Snake, the bastard of the Rogue Prince A/N: In this, Rhaenys has been dead I'M SORRY i couldn't find a good time or reason for her not being his wife and i didn't want to mess with the lore too much. race of reader's mother is never mentioned however reader is daemon's bastard, i hope you like it! open to a part 2 but only if you'd like one, this is a lot more slowburn and reader centric than my other stories but i love book!baela and wanted to look at her relationship w/ reader a bit prompt divider: firefly-graphics wordcount: 1516

YOUR FATHER'S FIRM hand on your shoulder distracts you from the dark affair around you. Another dead. Another important house on the verge of extinction. Daemon squeezed and let out a shaky breath, it wasn't due to the grief that death brought, you were sure, but rather the grief of another loss of aid and another oncoming threat of the House in mourn. If he had to deny another suitor he wasn't sure Rhaenyra could hold him back from his rage this time. It was the middle of war and he was as politically aware as his wife but that didn't mean he was happy about betrothals in war. He was forced to marry young and he would never force the same on you, he made that promise to himself many moons ago. Daemon huffs and soon the warmth of him turns away from you again. You swallow around the lump in your throat and cast your eyes to your half-sisters. Baela shares an anxious glance while Rhaena stays staring ahead with tense shoulders. She clenches her jaw and looks down. Baela gestures with a tip of her head to beckon you over. You take cautious steps but reach them without difficulty, the sound of your feet beating down on the hard ground rings in your ears. It's deafening in the surrounding silence. It is a small ceremony but not any less intimate. Baela tries to send an encouraging smile but it comes out forced. She grasps your arm a little too tightly and tugs you away with your arms interlinked.

"Father thinks they might turn on us." Baela tells you plainly. Her expression is strong and not for the first time you miss the playfulness that usually lies within her eyes like a knight of your childhood fairy tales. "I think we need something to keep them distracted, a wedding." You freeze and furrow your brows. "I thought Jacaerys wanted to wait for the war to be over?" "He does," She sighs and scrunches her nose quickly, the only action betraying her emotions. "I fear he has taken to the Snow girl Mushroom has spoken of." You sigh and move to stand before her, clutching her hands in your own. "Listen to me," You demand firmly. She reluctantly flutters her fierce eyes open and looks into your own, the first sight of vulnerability hidden beneath her irises but you knew this girl better than you knew yourself. You had held and loved her since she was a mere babe in your arms. "You are strong, you are beautiful, you are a Targaryen." Her shoulders softened. "Any man who does not trip over themselves to please you is a fool and I know of one in particular who cares for you more than you know." For only a moment her brows pinch. Her lips twitch of their own volition upward. "Whom?" She asks, dark eyes wide. You put a finger to your lips and shrug. "Perhaps you will discover tonight..." You trail off. "at the festivities, no marital behaviour however that I will remain strict on." A breathy laugh drops from her and you're both walking again, though this time toward the large estate you have been residing.

The bright moon is dancing among the sky as much as you are beneath it, or at least that is how you perceive it as Rhaena giggles sweetly and lets her fingers guide your own. Raucous music and laughter fills the empty space outside as the scene plays like a sonnet to your hope. The war is not yet won but you are sure it will be soon. You only stop moving once a new dance partner catches Rhaena's attention in the form of a friend. You nod and part from her although your spinning and smooth movements don't stop and your eyes drift around the fire you are all circling around. Your eyes linger as you see Baela's beaming grin while Alyn Velaryon extends his hand. Prince Jacaerys clenches his jaw from beside her. You feel glad you have no attention on yourself as you snicker quietly, at least you think there is not. He may not have the hair of a Valyrian but he certainly had the spit of fire within him. Your sister had been the centre of attention all night with her coils wrapped in beautiful braids and her figure draped in the most gorgeous of gowns. She was the image of heart-stopping charm. Half the men and women present would be accusing her of using enchantments by the night's end. Suddenly you feel a warm hand connect with your waist from behind you and you gasp quietly.

Corlys Velaryon's attention was not easy to garner but once you felt it it was hard to remove and he knew this. Corlys had been watching you for what felt like hours with his gaze firmly planted on your untroubled frame, how you guided his granddaughter so effortlessly, how your eyes look glassed with the roaring flames reflected in your eyes. This wasn't the first time he had seen you of course, in some respects you were family but this was the first time he had seen the ferocity in which you fought, how you had avenged that young man that had been slain earlier that day. He distantly hoped that the man meant little to you–that it was merely an act of loyalty to his House and not personal. The last he had seen you before the war was at Laena's funeral when you were only seven and ten summers old. You had been still a child and his beloved Rhaenys was beside him.

Now, his fingers tickle up your sides before spreading along either your arms. It sent delightful shivers up your skin. "My lord..." you murmur in acknowledgment while his breath runs down your exposed neck. "I was not expecting you." He hums and a smile curls his mouth, not that you can see it. "Greetings, princess." Amusement flickers in you. "I am no princess." You remind. He grumbles quietly. "But you should be." He retorts. "And so I shall treat you as such." He winds his fingers to lace with your left ones and spins you around so that he can press his lips in a kiss to each knuckle. Your breath hitches. Your eyes narrow in suspicion and rake over his handsome face. "If you are attempting to charm me, you will reap no reward." You purr, face tense and unrelenting. He only chuckles warmly. "I only hope to seek your approval, princess." "Approval?" You laugh. "Approval for what?" "To court you." Silence. Your brows pinch and your head tilted downward. "Court me?" You ask, your tone thick with suspicion. He nods, not elaborating. "I thought history only remembered names, my lord." The edge is sharp to your words but they don't cut him, only entice. "Then they would remember the Liege Velaryon with the intellect of a maester, the wits of a Queen and the beauty of not only the stars threaded in your eyes but the moon that entraps my heart." His words aren't rushed nor forceful. Instead they are intentional and planned, much different than the other men who flirted spontaneously and then lost interest within the night's end. You cock your brow. You don't respond, then a familiar presence is beside you. "Lord Corlys." Your Queen and stepmother greets but he doesn't change the direction of his gaze. "Your grace." "I have unanswered inquiries of your fleet, might we speak privately?" You can see a tick in his jaw but still he rises and finally looks at her. He nods, his smile forced, and steps away. His touch lingers on your hand as he follows Rhaenyra and despite your wishes, your eyes track him until he's completely out of sight.

The rest of your night is spent with fleeting glances from yourself but also those around you and you only stop once the fire has tired out on you. Your sisters decided to wander back to their chambers but sending enough guards to follow after them, Your father hangs back to wait up for you, not dozing asleep like you expected him to. Once you approach him while flushed and exhaustion ebbing at you, he extends his arm and walks you back soundly. However, there is a tense thickness to the air you're not quite used to yet. Daemon only breaks the silence once you reach the door to your chambers. "I want you to think wisely." He states, firm as always. You look at him and know there is no way to deceive him. You nod slowly. Your father is a calculated man but he was not cruel. "You are the blood of the dragon and I do not want you settling for less than your worth." His tongue curls like it's spewing fire but the tone stays authoritative and safe. His steps echo once he leaves you to wrap your hand around the stocky doorknob and turn. You have a lot to think about but as soon as your gaze slipped through the large window, the illuminating moon whispered the sweetest future for you to decide.

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rose-reads-visualnovels · 7 months

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This is something I have been meaning to ask for a while but have been afraid to in case it gets taken the wrong way, but I must ask:

How does Utuna handle race ?

It's something that has been making me a bit nervous to check the series out since a lot of people don't seem to mention it.

I know Utuna is a story about gender but gender and race are often interlinked and the fact that the story has the main antagonist and the main focus/love interest(?) are brown in a cast of (to my knowledge) exclusively pale individuals indicates to me that the writers have something to say about race.

I know no story is perfect, I just want to know what to expect, since the topic of race is a sore spot for me since I'm brown myself.

I really hope this question doesn't come across as rude or accusatory , and if it does I apologize ahead of time

Hey, anon!

No worries, I think this is a totally valid question. Anthy does seem to exude "exoticism" vibes since she's a mysterious and magic brown girl in an otherwise all pale cast, and you know anime is never that good at handling such topics. I do believe Ikuhara is attempting to subvert this trope though, as Anthy is supposed to embody an universal theme of womanhood that explicitly denies exceptionalism and othering. Another pitfall Anthy avoids is the "submissive desi wife", even if in the first arc she leans into this pretty hard, but again, it is an attempt at subversion.

Akio, as the main antagonist and also the only other brown character in Utena, is also supposed to represent more of a concept or idea of patriarchy that must be subverted than played as any racial stereotypes. Actually, he's only brown to tie his character to Anthy as he's otherwise entirely disconnected from the culture as far as I could tell.

I believe Revolutionary Girl Utena's handling of race isn't perfect (stares at Curry Trip episode), but the message itself isn't hurt by making Anthy brown, but might actually strengthen it. The girl who represents all women and their suffering isn't a privileged pale princess, but a marginalized brown witch.

This is just my opinion though, and there are tons of people more experienced with studying Utena and race together than me.

I hope my answer could help you somewhat, and that you watch RGU one day!

-- Rose, the Revolutionary Witch

#anon ask #askbox #revolutionary girl utena #rgu #anthy himemiya

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hoshinoyozora · 1 year

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The Lady and Her Musketeer

🖤 Pairing: Yandere! Deuce Spade x Female! Reader

💛 Word Count: 1,4k+

❤ Warnings: -

[Edited]

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Deuce’s masquerade clothes reminds me of a musketeer ngl, so sorry if there’s some mistake! I’ve never written a musketeer before, but this idea is too good to pass up.

It was a one-time mistake.

A moment of negligence, fooled by the darkness that you thought would cover you well from the dangers lurking nearby. It wasn’t a baseless assumption, for you’d gone home from waitressing every night without any harm so far. But Lady Luck couldn’t favor one person eternally, and under the silent yet pitying shine of the moon, a thug intercepted you in an alleyway.

Panic set your mind to a frenzy, and you feared he’d use the momentary opportunity to cut you with his knife if you screamed. Yet Lady Luck wasn’t entirely heartless, it seemed, for a sword suddenly stabbed his stomach from behind. The thug coughed and choked, dribbling blood from his chapped lips. He soon collapsed the moment the sword withdrew and lay in a pool of crimson.

Looking up, you saw your savior was an average-height man with fierce cyan eyes and navy hair as dark as the sky above. He wore a black and blue musketeer uniform trimmed with gold. His chest was checkered, while his hat was decorated with a playing cards pattern. His sword, once a cold hard silver, now angry wet red. He was a picture of chivalry and justice, until he met your eyes and was reduced to an earnest yet a bashful boy.

“A-are you alright?”

The sudden transformation warmed your chest that once hammered from alarm, and you found yourself smiling half bemused half grateful.

“Yes, thank you. You’re my hero.”

The title flushed his cheeks, and he immediately turned his head and coughed.

“It’s nothing. I was merely doing my duty to protect the kingdom and its people.”

“And you’ve done well.” said you. “May I know the name of my hero?”

“I-It’s Deuce. Deuce Spade.”

“That’s a nice name.”

His cheeks glowed brighter.

“What about you?”

“[Name] [Last Name].”

“It’s… it’s a beautiful name too!”

You beamed at the compliment, while Deuce coughed again. He extended his hand.

“So, shall I accompany you to your house?”

You stepped forward and interlinked your arm with his.

“You shall.”

Perhaps it was due to you being older, you couldn’t help but consider Deuce as the younger brother you never had. Every day he visited the restaurant you worked on, and on days where he was particularly busy, he’d still come either late at night or early in the morning and left a tip bigger than you usually received. His kindness even extended to him always accompanying you home, and while you appreciated it, you worried about whether he overexerted himself when it came to you. But Deuce dismissed it with a careless statement of him liking to help you. This favoritism didn’t go unnoticed by your coworkers and boss, most of whom teased you relentlessly. Your boss – a quiet, perceptive old man – excluded himself from the banter and warned you.

“Ensure that you assert your boundaries, [Name], or else he might just assume you need his help and protection even in the safest places.”

As foretold, Deuce started to encounter you outside of your workplace. On the streets, in the market, and even in the public park. Your worry for his well-being now redirected its course to you, who eventually stopped him when he appeared in your house uninvited with a bouquet one day.

“But why?” he asked. “I thought you appreciate my help.”

“I do, but this is going too far. You’re not my personal knight, Deuce. There’s no need for you to care so much about me.”

“But you are precious to me!”

Deuce panted from his passionate declaration, while you were left stunned. It was when you realized this confrontation was still happening on your doorstep, and fearing unwanted attention, you quickly ushered him inside.

“Since when have you been harboring feelings for me?”

With that musketeer uniform, Deuce stood like a sore thumb in your humble house. Still, his attitude around you very much resembled any shy kid around your neighborhood.

“I’m so sorry for shocking you! I was planning to confess to you today but–”

“Deuce, answer my question.”

He sighed, “Truthfully, I don’t know when or how. Ever since I saved you in that alleyway, I began to fear for your safety. What if someone harms you when I’m away? What if you die without my knowledge? So, perhaps that concern eventually bloomed into… love.”

Blushing, Deuce bowed his head. You followed his gaze to the rose bouquet in his hands, and your mind unhelpfully deduced its romantic meaning.

“Forgive me, Deuce, but I don’t see you in that way.”

His gloved hand stopped fiddling with the red petals.

“… Why? Is it because you’re older than me?”

Your eyes widened. How did he know that? Did your coworkers tell him about your age? Maybe they didn’t. He was a musketeer, after all, and you didn’t doubt his vast network of information.

“I know you might equate ‘young’ to ‘immaturity’, but I’m far from it. I swear! My mother can attest to that. At least, I hope she sees me that way.”

You didn’t hear his muttering on the last part and were more focused on how to convince him to stop pursuing you and leave your house for good.

“I’m so sorry, Deuce. Truly. But nothing can change my mind. We can still be friends, if you’d like.”

The hopeful gleam vanished from his eyes, and what replaced it was fleeting darkness that sent chills down your spine. Then, he blinked and his eyes returned to their normal piercing cyan.

“O-of course, I understand.”

Deuce excused himself, bringing along the vibrant bouquet that contrasted with his sadness. You lamented his tacit rejection of your friendship offer and shook your head, opting to rest for now.

It was better this way, you thought, for Deuce deserved a woman who would love him out of sincerity rather than pity.

***

There was a chill in the air; the kind that forebode danger.

Your hair bristled, and you cursed yourself for neglecting to wear a coat this morning. The streets seemed deserted at night, and although the job paid you well, you began to dislike how late you went home every day. For once, Deuce didn’t come to the restaurant and your coworkers instantly crowded around you for an interrogation. Still, you persisted in your lie that you didn’t know where he was. They were skeptical, of course, but your boss came to the rescue and ordered them to return to work. You thanked him, and it only occurred to you how unsafe you felt without Deuce’s security once you stepped out of the restaurant.

Regardless, you persevered for you hated to depend on him too much. What if he mistook it as you conceded to his constant surveillance? It was enough that you dismissed your boss’s warning once. You didn’t want a repeat and suffer a worse scenario.

Yet, the worse just had to happen.

A large, gloved hand clamped your mouth from behind and dragged you to a nearby alleyway. Your scream was muffled, but you heard the perpetrator talking to another person. Two men, and you, a woman without a single fighting skill, were overpowered. Your tearful eyes stared longingly at the shining exit ahead of you, so far yet so near, hoping for anyone to save you.

You thought it didn’t matter if Deuce were to rescue you again, but a blunt force hit you on the head before you could pray for his arrival and knocked you unconscious.

For a split second, you expected to wake up in a dark and dingy place. Perhaps a shack in the middle of the woods, or a storage room. And dark and dingy it was, yet the pool on your feet was certainly out of your prediction. The stench was metallic, and when you looked up, you could make out the silhouette of a hand lying on the floor.

A severed hand.

Was this a torture room? Were you about to be tortured? For information, or pure sadism?

“I’m sorry…” Someone whispered behind you, and you felt them untie the ropes on your wrists. “… was about to save you… but too late…”

Your body slumped forward, still too dazed to react.

“… Saw them drag you away… I followed…”

A pair of arms propped you up to a heaving, warm body.

“… Got angry and… all died…”

You glanced up. Piercing cyan eyes greeted you.

“I’m sorry. I can’t stay away from you.”

You succumbed to another dreamless sleep, and this time, you woke up somewhere worse than that dark and dingy room.

For Deuce’s bedroom was comparable to a torture room, indeed. Silk bounded your wrists to the bedposts, and his treatment, although lacking in harshness typical of kidnappers, still retained the ignorance of his vice.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #twst imagines #yandere twst #female reader #yandere deuce x reader #yandere deuce spade #deuce x you #twisted wonderland deuce #deuce spade #twst deuce

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jamminvroomvroom · 2 years

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something about him. part 3

GR x fem!reader

find the other parts on my ✨masterlist✨

hi hey hello it’s me again bc i cannot stop writing and need to be stopped lmao. so i’ve hit over 1k and idk how or why bc i’m unhinged but tysm i love u all <333 it seemed only appropriate to post something in honour of that and also in honour of george being so sexy and brave and sexy. you don’t NEED to read part 1 and 2 but it all kinda interlinks and will probs make more sense if you do!! so yeah okay, enjoy!! feedback is good for my soul <333 (formatting goes out the window when i post on my phone so heads up for that also)

in which george needs a bit of comfort.

warnings: 18+ puhlease!! it’s just smut. all smut. smut smut smut. some swearing, tiiiiiny bit of angst at the beginning and a lil bit of fluff at the end!!

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george was stood facing you in the media pen, face drenched in disappointment and an underlying fury that made your thighs clench. it was probably inappropriate timing for george to be turning you on, but wasn’t it always? you were so in awe of the man stood before you, so in awe that as he made his way out of the media pen, you were quick to follow.

you didn’t know where he was going. back to the mercedes garage to watch a race ruined for him? back to his motorhome to stare blankly at a wall, or scream, or both? you didn’t particularly care about his destination, all you cared about was talking to him, just for a second. you had nowhere to be, no one else to interview, and so you went after him, following him cautiously through the paddock, something you figured you’d get used to doing.

you hadn’t slept with him since canada, but you assumed that would quickly change at some point this weekend. you’d just wrongly assumed that it’d be on a champagne high after a podium. that didn’t matter to you anymore. watching him crash out and risk his own race to check on his fellow drivers, the bravery that he’d shown, made you want him more than any podium ever could. the icing on the cake had been listening to him criticise the fia. that, you decided, was pretty sexy of him.

“george,” you called out, finally catching up to him. “can i have a word?” you were trying to be inconspicuous, trying not to draw any attention to your exchange, which should have ended in the media pen. he stopped at the sound of your voice, turning around to face you. suddenly, you didn’t know what to say, the sight of him knocking the air out of you. his eyes were telling a story, one of frustration, that you would happily let him take out on you if he so pleased.

“go ahead.” he encouraged, looking at you expectantly with those gorgeous, steely blue eyes. your mouth went dry. it was rare for you to feel so shy, especially under his gaze, something that usually made you feel so powerful.

“i, um, i just wanted to tell you that you were amazing out there. what you did, i,” the way his eyes softened as you spoke so sincerely, the way his guard dropped filled you with the confidence you’d been lacking. you were back in your comfort zone. you dropped your voice an octave, looked up at him through your eyelashes and carried on your sentence. “i think you should be rewarded in some way.”

his face changed instantly, eyes narrowing as he smirked down at you. his body language transformed completely; he no longer looked tense, he looked right in his element. if he couldn’t be out on track, this was the next best place he could be, hovering over you.

“do you think so?” he asked, that unmatched level of banter returning, smirk not faltering once. you nodded profusely. “i’m going back to my motorhome.”

ten minutes later, your back was against the door, leg hooked over his waist, lips battling furiously. one of his hands cupped the side of your neck, firm enough to remind you that he was in charge, and the other was splayed out across the bare skin of your thigh, fingers digging in to the flesh exposed by your dress riding up. he held you there for a while, soft lips continuing to clash messily with yours. your hands were holding his face, keeping him close, enjoying the feel of his body pressed so tightly to yours.

his hand on your neck dropped down to your other thigh, swiftly picking you up. you smiled against his lips, feeling his lips twitch in response. he just felt so good. your arms went around his neck, holding on as he moved you away from the door and navigated you through the motorhome and into the makeshift bedroom.

he dropped you down on the bed, shedding himself of his jacket and unzipping his race suit. you could see his abs through the sheer material of his fireproofs, your glossy eyes fixed on the material and the way it was pulled against his skin. you ignored the smug look on his face, ridding yourself of your light jacket and your shoes, leaving your dress on. you wanted him to take it off of you.

you could only watch on, lip caught between your teeth, as he continued to strip down before you. his race suit hung around his waist, tormenting you, and he removed his fireproofs. you leant back on your hands, eyes trailing over his body, watching the way his muscles rippled delectably. by the time he was finished, left only in his underwear, you were on the verge of panting. you never wanted this arrangement to come to an end.

george stood at the foot of the bed, looming over you seductively; a predator and it’s pray. you needed him to cut to the chase, desperate to feel his weight on top of you, his hands back on your body, anything really. his eyes ran up your body, lingering on where the hem of your dress was fanned out across the tops of your thighs.

“take it off.” george instructed, tongue wetting his lips.

“want you to do it.” you whined. his jaw went slack, momentarily, before he was back on form. he sighed.

“get up.” his voice was low, direct, sending a shiver down your spine. you quickly obeyed. once you’d wiggled off the bed, standing before him, his hands were on you instantly. he turned you around quickly, pressing your back against his front. you were held against him with one hand, whilst the other brushed your hair over your shoulder, your neck exposed for him.

george began to pepper kisses up and down your neck, up and down, hand smoothly dragging the zipper of your dress down, cool fingers grazing your spine. your head fell back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as you basked in the pleasure of his touch, the buzz that he’d managed to wash over your body.

“such a fucking brat. never listen to what i tell you.” the silky material fell off of your body, leaving you shaking against his chest in nothing but a set of lace. navy blue, it complimented his eyes nicely. you definitely hadn’t worn it on purpose.

his hands were everywhere, and you were so, so dizzy, breath shaky and laboured as he nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking and swirling his tongue. you could barely form a coherent thought, his bare chest moulded with your back being the only thing you could comprehend. you could feel every single ridge of his body, every single thing he had to offer you, and it was making your head spin. your mind went completely and utterly blank when you felt his hand push at the base of your spine, bending you over the end of the bed.

you turned your head, cheek pressed into the duvet. you could see him out of the corner of your eye, watching as he lowered himself down, hovering over you, his tall frame managing to cover you completely. he ground himself against you, letting you feel how hard he was already. you groaned lowly, feeling his lips kiss up and along your shoulder blade until he reached the base of your neck. his face was centimetres from yours, noses brushing.

“can you be good?” he mumbled, plush lips bumping your cheek. “hmm? gonna be good for me, sweetheart?” george was whispering in your ear, kissing back down your cheek until his face was buried in the crook of your neck. you gasped at the feeling of his tongue flattening, dragging up your neck, teeth suddenly nibbling at your ear lobe. the rapid change of sensations had you arching your back, ass pressing harder against his crotch. george hissed, but it quickly became a laugh, a cruel laugh that reminded you, once again that he always had the upper hand. “answer me.” he was still laughing, low and dangerous, nothing funny about your predicament.

“i’ll be so good for you, anything you want.” you gasped out like you needed air. all you needed was him. he let out a hum that signified his approval.

george worked his lips down your back, reaching the band of your bra. you felt his tongue graze the lace band, teeth tugging lightly. his hand glided up your back, pinching the clasp until it popped open. his thumbs rubbed at the light marks in your skin, some made by the indents of the material, others that he recognised from your night well spent in canada. his tongue was back on you, grazing right down the centre of your spine until he reached your panties. you rolled your eyes as the band was pulled away from your skin, snapping back against you. when you turned your head to glare at him, urging him to get on with it, you were met with a boyish grin that made your heart race.

“let me take my time, my love. need this.” he groaned, and you swear your eyes rolled back in your head at hearing those words. god, you needed it to.

“anything you want.” you panted again, relaxing further into the mattress to let him do as he pleased.

clearly george thought you were getting a bit too comfortable, a light slap on your ass jolting you up slightly. again, your head whipped around, an unsympathetic, devilish grin taking centre stage on his usually angelic features. he peeled your panties down over the curve of your ass, hands grazing your legs as he pulled them off of you. as soon as they were off, you heard them drop onto the floor.

your skin was littered with goosebumps, the lack of contact leaving you anxious with anticipation. you could still feel the heat of his body, squirming on the bed for a second, before you were flipped over, suddenly flat on your back. your hair was fanned out, eyes refocusing ahead on him. he was back on top of you before you could even blink, slotting himself between your legs.

your unclasped bra was yanked off, tongue circling one of your nipples the second you were bare. george rolled his hips, boxer clad cock grinding right against your clit and you whined, the pressure being overwhelming after such a build up. your legs climbed higher on his waist, urging him closer, a silent beg for him to give you something.

“george,” you whined, “need you to fuck me. need anything, please.” you were an unashamed, needy mess, writhing on the sheets beneath his body. he pulled away from your nipple with a pop, staring down at you.

“this isn’t about what you need, darling.” he cooed, bringing one hand up to stroke your face. his hand trailed down, the soft action suddenly replaced by his fingers grabbing at your jaw. “listen to me,” he started, deep voice barely above a whisper, but commanding enough to leave you wide eyed and hanging on to his every word. “i’m going to fuck you, okay?” you nodded frantically, jaw still resting firmly between his fingertips. “but,” you pouted, suddenly not liking where his was going. “you won’t cum until i let you, okay love?”

you stared up at him, pout only intensifying. he started rolling his hips and that was all it took for you to be convinced that anything was better than nothing. you were more than happy to let him have his fun, let out all of his frustrations, because you knew just how fucking incredible the end result would be.

“please, george, need you in me.” you begged, brain as fuzzy as it always was when he touched you. he sat back on his knees, about to remove his boxers when you both noticed the wet patch you’d made. george groaned quietly at the sight, quickly peeling them off.

“quite the mess you’ve made.” george tutted, settling back between your thighs. “let’s see how messy you’ve gotten yourself.” he mumbled, spreading your legs for him. “look at you, darling. fucking drenched.”

he pressed the pad of his finger against your clit, rubbing so lightly that you could have been imagining it, if it weren’t for the shockwaves running through your body. you felt so overstimulated and he’d barely done anything at all. he watched as you clenched around nothing, your pussy getting wetter and wetter while he did next to nothing. you knew that his ego was definitely getting its boost and that knowledge made your eyes roll back.

there was just something about him, something about his arrogance, his self assured way of carrying himself through every given moment that drove you wild.

finally, he leant over you, fingers still toying with your clit as he did. you were already boneless, waiting, desperate, but all of the teasing seemed worth it when you felt the head of his cock stretching you open. his eyes were on you the entire time, adding depth to the sensations you felt, somehow intensifying the way he was opening you up.

just as you began to question this strange, intimate moment, you were caught off guard by his lips moving, his words barely registering until you felt the harsh snap of his hips.

“this is for me. you’re all for me.”

george was relentless, fucking you harder than he had the first time, something you didn’t know was possible. he had you pinned down, spread open deliciously as he pounded into you, fingers slow on your clit, not at all matching the pace he set with his hips. he was playing with you, winding up your body so skilfully and so cruelly, your eyes squeezed so tightly shut at the overwhelming feelings. he kept you on your toes, speeding up the circles on your clit until he felt you clenching around him, at which he stop his fingers.

“don’t you dare, sweetheart. don’t you fucking dare.” he muttered straight in your ear. he could feel how close you were, could feel how hard you were squeezing him, trying to obey him.

“george, please. need to- fuck fuck fuck.” your pleads were cut short by his fingers back on your clit, rubbing furiously, just for a few seconds to get you nice and close for him. this time, when he pulled his digits away, he pulled out of you too. “what’re you-“ you cried out, frustration taking over.

you watched him roll off of you and onto his back, taking a seat against the headboard. he patted his thigh, once, twice, and suddenly it made sense.

“you want to cum for me, darling? come and get it.” he ran his hand over his cock, tempting you towards him.

your body was exhausted already, but you needed him and you had a feeling that he needed you just as badly. so, you managed to flip yourself over, crawling the short distance across the mattress until you were kneeling beside him. you swung a leg over, settling nicely on his lap, taking a second to catch your breath.

“come on, my love. know you can take me.” he urged, hands grabbing at your hips as you kneeled so that you could sink down on him. you took your time, adjusting to his size, despite just having him inside of you. he seemed to be enjoying how long it was taking you to sink down on him fully, but you didn’t care like you usually would. after everything that had happened to him, you’d let him be a bit smug.

“so full. god, you’re so big.” you moaned, rocking your hips slowly at first, starting to build up a rhythm. he looked so sexy, rested against the headboard, hands lazily guiding your hips.

“come on, sweetheart, pick up the pace. know how bad you need it.” george was getting close and he needed you to get there too. you weren’t exactly far off.

you ground yourself down on him, rolling your hips as you felt him hit that spot inside of you, wondering how he could possibly be so deep. you were a mess on top of him already, whining as you rode him erratically. just as you started to raise your hips, sliding yourself up and down, you heard the worst, most annoying sound in the world: your phone. buzz after buzz after buzz had you worried, so you leaned over, pulling the device out of your jacket pocket. the changing angle made you yelp, which made george laugh. at least he knew you couldn’t ignore him.

where are you?

ocon dnf - need you at the pen

hello???

“oh god,” you cried out, his cock hitting that spot as you read the messages you’d missed. “need to go, oh fuck.”

“you need to cum.” he looked so smug that you wanted to slap him, but as long as he was making you feel so good, you’d refrain.

“no, no, need to go.” you made no effort to stop, rocking your hips like your life depended on it, tits bouncing.

“you’re not leaving this bed until i’ve had you shaking on top of me,” he sat up, grabbing your ass with both hands, rocking you even harder on his cock. “twice.” he grinned, pressing a kiss to the centre of your neck when your head fell back, an animalistic moan ripping from the back of your throat.

you could feel yourself clenching around him, and you quickly found yourself spilling all over his cock, crying out nothing but his name like it was a prayer, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you came.

george didn’t stop, no, arms wrapping around you to hold you down on his cock, hips rutting erratically into yours. a sob tore from the back of your throat, accompanied quickly by a scream, complimented by his own moans tumbling out of his mouth. he was hitting your spot just right every time, vision turning white as you came again, even harder than you had the first time. you could feel his release filling you up, the pair of you entangled in the centre of the bed. you stayed on his lap, chests heaving as you both tried to catch your breath, slumped in each other’s arms.

“how the fuck am i supposed to go out there like this?” you joked, giggling as the exhaustion you felt battled the insane rush of endorphins and adrenaline. you felt the vibration of his laugh against your chest, his breath fanning your neck.

“i’d offer to give you a piggyback but i think that would be a bit suspicious.” he teased. you raked your fingers through the damp hair at the nape of his neck.

“are you doing okay?” you whispered, wondering if he felt any better.

“i’m okay.” he replied. “i’ll be even better if you finish up those interviews and let me take you to dinner later.” his voice was still light, but the teasing was replaced by something else, something hopeful. your breath caught in your throat. a date?

“you’re something else entirely, do you know that?” you couldn’t even mask the awe in your voice, barely even tried to.

“oh, i know, love.” you pulled back, fingers still locked at the nape of his neck, stomach flipping a little bit at the actual, genuine smile on his face. “is that a yes?”

“help me stand up,” his fingers glided over your shaking thighs. “and i’ll consider it.”

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