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deandoesthingstome · 7 months

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Labyrinth Fantasy

Pairing: Minotaur!Sy x Reader

Summary: There's a new hotel in town. You now know it's for real and you need more.

Word Count: 5.7K

Warnings: 18+, NO MINORS, cunnilingus, p in v (standing and reverse standing cowgirl), monster fucking (right?).

Fantasy Hotel Masterlist

You'd recounted enough of the details to convince your online benefactors that the investment was worth it, but kept enough to yourself to make the experience truly special.

Like, you didn't mention the time stretch at all. Though you had been wondering why the hotel even offered longer booking sessions if the hosts could just snap a finger and keep you satisfied forever. You felt only mild guilt about keeping the image of naked human Walter to yourself. They didn't need to know how good he looked NOT as a monster. You were keeping that for you own private thoughts. But you were bemoaning your current funding situation.

sendmeanangel: ugh, I'm never getting back there!!! MNstrluvr: Listen. There's a way. sendmeanangel: how? I can't get any more shifts at the restaurant. MNstrluvr: let us open a Patreon for you sendmeanangel: I'm NOT giving a recount of this event to total strangers darkgothnightengale: you have no idea who we are sendmeanangel: you are NOT total strangers. I know your favorite coffee and what you're studying at uni and your top 10 comfort movies. I know how you got that scar on your hand. darkgothnightengale: yeah but you didn't know that until you asked. Up to then we were total strangers who loved your work. Just like everyone on Patreon will be only they'll be paying MNstrluvr: yeah and you don't have to tell it to them like you told us. Put a different spin on it. Don't make the story from the perspective of the hotel. Make it a true fairy tale. Red riding hood in the woods and shit. Make him your boyfriend, The Woodsman, who's ready to show you his secret this fine full moon evening. sendmeanangel: oh my goddddddd!!! darkgothnightengale: yeah, but put all the most important details of him in Sendmeanangel: you just want to read about his massive cock splitting you open again darkgothnightengale: i have my needs. Besides, I just mean those details you only know now because you experienced it. You have something to draw from, something to make it real for everyone MNstrluvr: seriously, meana, do it. You will make so much money. You should have been putting your other stories out there long ago but this you can post and sell cause it'll be completely your own content with no re-imagining of existing characters sendmeanangel: okay, but you gotta beta the shit out of this for me. I can't have it sounding like I'm just recounting the whole thing from last night's fuck session with my partner MNstrluvr: 😆 🤣 😂 😹 darkgothnightengale: oh my goddddddd!!!! MNstrluvr: anyway we already created an account. We'll add your email and send you the password reset so you can run it and transfer the money to your bank whenever darkgothnightengale: and as always, no pressure on timing other than knowing you need the money to get back to Walter but I can't wait to read this! sendmeanangel: what if he's not available?

As you clicked Reserve something caught in the back of your mind.

Would Walter care you weren't coming back to see him?

How could he? You spent two hours (or was it more? You could never figure out the time swap calculations) together. You weren't even sure if that was his real name. Sure, you fantasized about him when you got home. You'd been in a fog of post-orgasmic bliss when you saw him in his human form, but that didn't stop you from cataloging every inch you could. Imagining snuggling next to his enormous and furry body wasn't hard.

It was this domestic bliss scene you'd eventually settled on as the opening to your "boyfriend's werewolf confession during an evening walk in the woods" fic that you posted on Patreon. The feedback had been a dream come true.

While the income wasn't as plentiful as you'd hoped, the wages and tips from your extra shifts allowed you to book another stay the following month. Walter was indeed not available on your only open day of the week so you sought out another option and found a four hour time slot with a new-to-you creature.

The listing called him Captain of the Guard.

Something about this fantasy made you select the box at check in specifically requesting your host enter in form. You had missed this at your previous visit, and as you thought back to meeting Walter, you appreciated the gentle way he eased into the scene. But you wanted a little more…mystery? Suspense? apprehension this time. The front desk clerk told you your host's name was Sy, and sent you down to a lower level of the hotel. The only key he provided was the code you punched into the elevator number pad to allow you to press L3.

When the doors opened, you entered a small, rustic room with a hard dirt ground and cool stone walls. You only saw one other door besides the elevator you just stepped through and your mind did some mental gymnastics. Was that the exit to the maze or a bathroom? If it was the bathroom, where was the maze?

A few benches were scattered around and sitting on one was the Offering Tray you purchased, along with a note telling you to dress or undress to your level of comfort and step out into the hall through the door opposite the elevator when you were ready. Okay, door to maze then. But your nervous pee sensation was building. Where was the bathroom???

You knew the elevator was locked after you exited the car, but the note also contained the return code you were welcome to use any time, even before your reservation was over. And the note also revealed the secret to locating the washroom around the corner of one of the walls that you now noticed didn’t quite reach the next wall, causing a little optical illusion that the room was a simple square with no other space. Clever. It reminded you of a scene from a fantasy movie you’d seen when you were younger.

You peed and then undressed for a quick rinse in the surprisingly warm shower. You had imagined the temperature of the liquid streaming over the mini waterfall in this rock room would be ice cold, but it was as if the water was heated to a constant, perfect temperature from a thermal spring. The floors were warm on your bare feet too. You almost had to tear yourself away. There was a fantasy to be had.

You hung your street clothes on the garment hooks and pulled your red cape from your bag. You had researched a few different costume options and came across a clever way to fashion a toga of sorts from the material, albeit a slutty red toga with a giant slit up one thigh. You didn’t bother with underwear this time either. After one last look in the mirror to make sure your nerves weren’t showing too badly, you gathered up the offering of cured meat and stepped into the hall.

The rough hewn stone walls were at least three feet higher than the room you’d just exited. You noticed shelves jutting out occasionally at various heights and made a mental note not to run into them. Not that you planned on running. The ground was soft and sandy, rather than hard packed earth. Even in bare feet, this was going to make running hard. Again, not that you’d planned on running.

Now, which direction? Left was always your gut instinct so you followed the path in that direction, choosing a left turn anytime you came to an intersection. After dead-ending twice in about five minutes, you began to rethink your approach. While you figured it had be wise to build in some extra time to find your treasure, you didn’t want to spend four hours in a fucking maze alone.

As soon as you made the next right, the air shifted. The hairs on the back of your neck stood at attention and a ripple of goosebumps grew up on both arms. You made a few more turns before you began to hear snorts and huffs in the distance. For a moment, you froze, unsure if you wanted to move toward or away from the beast. Not because you didn’t want to meet the beast. But only because you truly couldn’t decide how. Sneak up and surprise him? Or let him chase you?

A new roar announced he was getting closer and you made a snap decision to turn away. Let him find me.

You maybe delayed the introduction by a few minutes. He was adept and clearly knew this maze inside and out while you were still trying to find your footing. You were just about to turn a corner that looked surprisingly familiar when you felt a rumble and the sand shift beneath your feet before you heard a snort and few stamps on the ground.

“Turn around.” Though a command, it came out like a question and you knew this was yet another opportunity for you to provide your consent to the game. Keep walking forward and it would all be over. As a matter of fact, you were convinced your next step forward would take you to the hall where the door to your changing room was. Your turn was deliberate. So was the flash as the cape swished around your legs and settled back into place. Give him a show, you smiled inwardly to yourself, before you wiped that grin right off the face in your mind and dropped your jaw instead.

Before you stood a monster of a man/beast, which explained the rumbling of the ground. You noticed the hooves which explained the stamping sound. As you drew your eyes up his solid and thick legs, you were a little disappointed to see he was wearing a heavy pleated leather skirt which hid any hint of what might be hanging underneath. His biceps bulged and thick veins trailed down each forearm. His chest was broad and teeming with unbridled strength, bare and full of the fur you were hoping to find.

Walter wasn’t the first hairy man you’d been with, but he definitely made you appreciate it more and this beast sported a similar amount. As your gaze met his, you took in the visage of a bull’s head, noticing the ring you expected to see in his nose was not there, but the horns near his ears were. They were massive as well and you had plans.

“Who dares enter my labyrinth?” he demanded as he sauntered ever closer to you. “What little bird has been flitting through these halls?”

You gave your name as you held out the tray in front of you, but he simply stood before you, motionless, save his eyes which roamed over every inch of you. When he returned his gaze to yours, he cocked his head to one side.

“And what am I supposed to do with this?” he roared, obviously unsatisfied with the tray of meat. Did the hotel make a mistake? “Maybe you’re playing a game with me? Is that it? Interrupt my peaceful solitude and taunt me with a delectable offering only to hide it behind a curtain of fabric and an offensive tray of inferior flesh?”

“I … I didn’t know… I didn’t think…” you stammered. Your heart was beating furiously, though he hadn’t taken another step toward you and you weren’t exactly trapped. You were more convinced than ever that if you wanted to escape, the entry room and the elevator were just around the corner. He was giving you time to acclimate to your decision to stay, making sure you weren’t having second thoughts. Though he commanded this hall in this maze, he was letting you call the next shot and you knew you were in no danger. Well, none that you didn’t want.

You set the tray on a ledge nearby, and grabbed fistfuls of your robe in both hands, lifting the material enough to give you the feeling of freedom around your lower legs. Just in case. Not that you were planning on running.

“In this labyrinth, the offerings are usually a little more respectful. Would you like to try your offering again?” Something about his words, the way he cocked his head again, the subtle pawing at the ground, as if he was about to rear up. He wanted you to.

You licked your lips, and nodded. Took one more beat. Then turned and ran. Past the door to the changing room, up the hall to the right, left down the next corridor, then right again. Left. Left. Left. Right. For a moment you imagined he wasn’t right on your tail and then you hit a dead end and he descended on you as you turned to try to escape the hall thinking you might have enough time to head in another direction. Well, around you really. His arms caged you against the wall behind you.

He was so close. His musk was intoxicating and the scent added a little more fuel to the fire already burning in your loins. You peered up into his eyes, which you now noticed weren’t jet black, but rather a deep, dark azure.

“That’s better,” he chuckled. “The offering is always sweeter after a little vigorous activity.”

“I’m so sorry,” you spoke. "I had no idea the offering I was given wouldn't be to your satisfaction. I should have anticipated better for a creature who commands such obedience and reverence as you."

“The tray isn’t the offering, little bird,” he huffed near your ear as you felt a hand drop from the wall beside you to your shoulder and then down to the pivotal point on your costume. One little tug, and, yep, there it went. The makeshift dressing had held up surprisingly well on the chase, but it was designed to come off easily and that it did. He made an approving sound, tracing a finger over one breast and down the valley between both, nearing your apex before he dragged the back of that hand up your belly and around your waist, ending with a firm grip on the meat of your hips.

“What…what is the offering?” you asked, with feigned timidity, as if you didn’t know what he meant. His arms moved to circle your waist and his hands slid to the creases beneath both now bare cheeks.

"I'll take this peach instead," he snorted with what you perceived to be a wink and a grin. He jiggled the flesh of your ass and grinned wider as he caught the moan of pleasure you tried to suppress. "You don’t need to fight it little bird. This is why you're here. To let go of inhibitions and feel free to express your feelings and desires with no judgment. If you like someone paying attention to this luscious cake, you shouldn't have to feel like you have to hide it."

The exchange felt a little out of character for the scene, but you didn’t mind. The chase was fun, but it was going to be even better finding out how this man would take care of your needs. So you let him know.

"Fuck. It feels good to have you touch it. Most men just go straight for the pussy and ignore the pleasure I get from the tease, the idea of you..." you trailed off, uncertain if you wanted to broach that subject here.

"Oh, it's just an idea, huh? Nothing you want to try? Isn't that why you're here?"

You thought about Walter and wondered if Sy was as well endowed under the fabric covering his loins. Surely the beasts at this hotel were all inordinately adept at providing pleasure; that was after all the entire theme. And maybe there were other ways to pleasure a person, and maybe this hotel had them too, but you couldn’t begin to imagine that the size of Sy’s cock wasn’t proportionate to his stature. You weren't quite ready to feel that in your ass.

"It's alright, little bird. We're here for whatever you'd like,” he answered without you even saying a word.

“Can I call you Sy?” you asked, unsure how committed to the bit he’d be.

“Of course, darlin’.” That was an odd Texas drawl that had just overridden the previous enigmatic accent you assumed was meant to convey ancient Greece. He kept the twang when he saw your surprised eyebrow quirk. “We can take this play anywhere you want to go. Though I’m going to make one choice for us.”

He bent to scoop you into his arms, cradling your legs and back as he held you against his chest. You could feel his heart pounding and wondered if he could feel yours, too. You took some slow deep breaths to try to calm yourself.

For a brief moment, you nestled your head against his neck, relishing the feel of the fur against your cheek. Then you turned your head to pay attention to where he was taking you. You figured you would need to make your way out of this maze alone after being well and thoroughly fucked and somehow you imagined you'd still have enough brain cells to remember the path he was taking.

But Sy wasn’t going backwards to any open hall. Instead he was making his way directly into what you took for a dead end. Before he crushed you against the wall, as you were sure he was about to do, Sy stepped through the wall. Sort of. Through another optical illusion that proved the dead end was actually a T intersection.

Sy took the left branch and in a few short strides, you found yourself in a room filled oddly with accouterments of pleasure. A platform bed covered in softness in the middle of the space was an inviting contrast to the sandstone walls you'd acclimated to. In a few spaces, what appeared to be fur rugs hung against the walls. Straight ahead, covered in dozens of warm glowing candles illuminating the room along with hanging oil lamp pendants, sat a wooden altar. Bowls draped with mounds of luscious looking fruit and plates of cured meats and cheeses were nestled in between the candle holders.

As you looked around, you noticed no other entrance to the room, though you kept missing the non-obvious openings, so who knew? The markings on the wall and other accompanying furnishings led you to believe you were not just in some other hall of the maze. You were now in Sy's sanctuary. You’d found, or rather Sy was going to show you, the treasure at the middle of the maze.

Sy set you on your feet and stepped back, as if judging your temperature again.

“Is this where I meet my fate, then?” you asked, with a shy smile.

“You’ll die a thousand little deaths in here,” he promised, returning to the previous accent, and you noticed now a tail swishing behind him. You hadn’t seen that before, but it seemed…excited.

“Sounds amazing.”

With that he rushed you as if you still held the red cape as a target. In what felt like one fell swoop, he bent to capture your hips and swing you forward over his shoulder as he turned and took a few steps toward a fur-lined spot along a wall and none of those movements jostled or startled you. It was as if he was picking up a piece of cloth, the ease with which he maneuvered you and held you stable so nothing hurt. Not his fingers in your hips, not your hips over his shoulder, not your back as he held you captive, pressed against the wall of the hidden sanctuary.

“Walter said you smelled delicious and tasted even better,” Sy huffed with hunger.

Did they talk amongst one another? That hardly seemed ethical. And yet, you’d gossipped and dished about this place and the man you’d met previously. Why would you assume he wouldn’t do the same?

“So that’s the first thing we’ll take care of here,” he continued as he dug his massive thigh into the moist heat between your legs and huffed breath onto your neck. His hands traced the length of your body, down both sides, over your belly, onto the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

In a heartbeat, he had you off the ground, legs spread wide as he continued to trap you against the wall. You tried to hold onto his beefy shoulders for stability, but soon realized he wasn't done lifting you up as you lost purchase.

You were sure you'd be tumbling forward onto the sandy ground in front of you as soon as you cleared another foot of his body, but somehow you remained upright. Well, ‘somehow’ was known but you were still amazed at the raw strength and power Sy possessed to hold you aloft and continue to elevate your body.

With one final shrug, he had your naked form where he wanted it. Legs over shoulders and pussy right at his face waiting to be devoured. You'd had men, including Walter, in between your legs before. A few times when you were upright, and that always put a nice checkmark next to their names in your book. But never while hoisted six feet in the air.

The thick swath of muscle that ascended through your folds filled you with a warmth you had been craving for weeks. Sy somehow managed to manipulate the shape as well, so that he alternated between targeted tight circles with a tip and wide saliva drenched passes that were soon mingling with your own juices.

You had the distinct impression that the wall behind you was for your benefit only. A way to make you more comfortable and secure in the knowledge that he wouldn't let you fall while he was feasting at the altar of your thighs. That he had the ability to hold you upright all on his own while he ate you out.

He made you come at least three times with your back arched against the wall and crying out for relief as you pressed into his head to hold yourself steady, even while he supported you with a hand cradling your ass and another secure against your side. You had wanted to grab his horns, but something told you to stop and wait until you could ask permission. It didn’t seem polite to just grab at them without warning.

“Please, Sy. Please fuck me now,” you pleaded and he skillfully obliged, though he took his sweet time getting there.

He took a few more licks, sucking in the moisture dripping from your pussy before he began to ease your legs off his shoulders, down his body, and around his waist. He settled you there while he reached back to unhook his skirt and drop it to the ground. Then he knelt, still holding you against the wall, and shifted your legs down to rest on his thighs. This gave you an opportunity to peek down and see what he was working with, and not that you were at all surprised but it was still a bit of shock.

A strap of leather remained wrapped around his waist, traveling down both sides of his Orion's belt with the ends connected to a ring that sat stuffed behind his cock. While you contemplated just how long it would let him last, he worked an especially large condom onto his massive member, drifting a knuckle through your folds at every opportunity, given the proximity. He grunted and grinned each time you rolled your hips against his fingers, eagerly seeking more pressure, more depth, more everything.

“Patience, little bird. We’ll get there soon enough,” he warned as he finished affixing the rubber. You watched rapt as he held himself firm in one hand, tugging with the same languid pace he also used to trail his fingers from the other hand around your entrance, flicking at the hidden pearl up top and pressing his thumb deep inside you. It was killing you, but this was not one of the little deaths he had promised and you contemplated telling him so.

As if he could tell just how impatient you were becoming, he finally spread your puffy lips wide and began to nudge the tip of his cock at your soaking entrance. A gasp was all you could manage as he moved to standing at the same time, easing your legs back up around his waist again.

Sy moved into you inch by glorious inch, pausing every so often to make sure you were comfortable. It was certainly not something you were accustomed to, but the feeling was familiar and you knew now he was at least as large as Walter. This was going to be fun. When he was almost seated you asked.

“Sy?”

“Yes, little bird?”

“May I touch them? Hold … hold onto them?”

“Yes, little bird, you may.”

You used the leverage of your grip to drive your hips down the rest of the way onto his colossal cock and willed your inner walls to ease around him. A heat filled you, a desire to grind against him, but he stilled you. Made you sit with the enormity of the situation for a moment while he palmed a breast, rolled a nipple.

“Please, Sy, please. I want you to move. I want you to fuck me into this wall. Please.”

He didn’t make you beg another time. He was slamming into you and somehow rotating his hips in such a way that you felt him in every muscle and nerve in your body. It felt electric and vibrant and you wanted to explode. Sy let you. Fucked you right through it and into the midst of a second one before you could open your eyes again.

You were grinding against him, pulling your body up and pushing back down using his horns to guide you and you were coming hard around him again. His laugh was infectious and you let one out with the third little death in this position.

Suddenly, he spun you away from the wall. For a moment you thought he was heading for the bed, but he lifted you off his cock, then turned you around. He held you against his chest with one arm around your waist as his other hand guided his throbbing member into you once again.

You threw your arms behind you to grasp at his neck as if you needed to somehow participate in keeping yourself steady against him, but he could handle you all on his own. He had your legs splayed wide, an arm under each knee, and he drove up into you as if it was nothing. And while you didn’t need to, you absolutely wanted to slip your hands up a little higher, off his neck, over the back of his head and right back onto those epic horns.

You smoothed your fingers over the bone, into the curl, and held on. It could have been your imagination, but his grunts and snorts seemed to magnify as you did so. Maybe he really liked it? Before you had a chance to consider dragging your fingers along the form again, he hit you with another deep wave of pleasure that had your eyes rolling back into your head as you slumped against him.

And it was like he knew how much more you had in you, because he just kept fucking you right back into consciousness, at which point you did gather your wits and give his horns a few more sensual strokes. It was his groan that told you he was close and you were helping him along. It only took a few more thrusts before you were coming hard around his dick and it seemed like he was letting loose with a roar, too.

He eased his phallus out of your sweaty, quivering body and moved forward to deposit you on the bed, admonishing you to stay put before he disappeared behind another secret wall. You heard water rushing and the sound began to lull you into a light sleep that only the warm, wet cloth pulled you out of.

“Don’t open your eyes just yet,” he spoke, his voice a little less gruff than before.

“I was promised a thousand little deaths,” you teased, unable to move your eyelids or anything else for that matter. His laughter lifted your heart.

“Oh, you want more? Looks like you’d scatter in the wind like a dandelion if I put my cock in you one more time.”

“I wish you weren’t right,” you joined him with a light laugh of your own. “Maybe if I could get a little nap…”

“Unfortunately, time has been flyin’ while we’ve been having fun. Don’t think you’ve got enough left for that.”

You peeled your eyes open, curious about his statement. You hadn’t meant to imply he should give you more time and you were embarrassed that he might think you were being pushy, demanding. You were not prepared for the sight of the man in front of you.

Where Walter’s shift had given him just a little extra height and bulk, not that he needed it to maneuver you around the room, Sy’s return to human form was dramatic. And not that he wasn’t massive in his own right, but the size of the beast that had just fucked you senseless was even more apparent comparatively. You could see he was solid, tree trunks for thighs and branches for arms. His shoulders were wide, chest broad. All the things you’d noticed of the bull, but just scaled down. And still incredibly daunting.

“S’okay I shifted back?” he asked with concern.

“Of course, whatever you… I mean, this is all so new to me. I have no idea what’s allowed. And how much time…” Was what you were thinking about within bounds? “Has it really only been almost four hours? How much time is left? I think I assumed…”

Sy gave another chuckle as you trailed off.

“Yeah, he musta really liked you from the get go.” At your quizzical gaze, Sy continued. “We don’t all have that gift. Walt’s one of the few. And he uses it sparingly. It’s not really a sanctioned hotel offering. If everyone could and did, we’d get nothing but two-hour bookings.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to… I mean, I hope that didn’t sound like I was demanding any special treatment or anything.”

“You honestly still don’t look like you have enough strength left to demand a deep breath,” Sy teased. “Here, lemme give you a hand. We’ll get you cleaned up for real.”

He scooped you off the bed and carried you into the bathroom, outfitted similarly to the entry room. He placed you gently under the warm, rushing waterfall before sudsing you up with a shower gel that smelled surprisingly like something you already owned. You watched as his hands slid over your body, easing the soap down your legs and guiding the water to rinse you off.

“Sy,” you began, wondering if you should even bring it up, but as he stood to grab a towel for you, the shape you thought you’d seen as he washed you was even more apparent. “Is it allowed? Do we have time … Can I…help you with this?”

You reached for him, circling a hand around his obvious erection and tugging gently. His eyes closed slowly as he dropped his head back with a deep sigh, before he wrapped his arms around you and drew you to him. He put a palm against your cheek and tilted your head to train his beautiful blue eyes on yours as he spoke.

“It’s technically not allowed.” Your heart sank at his words. “But Imma make it good for you one last time anyway.”

You let the towel drop to the floor as he lifted you to move back out to the bed. He set you down and you watched him climb onto the mattress, expecting him to grab a condom and crawl over you, or flip you over. When he settled himself between your legs, it wasn’t his cock that penetrated you. Sy put his mouth over your pussy again and the moan that escaped his throat had enough vibration you were sure you could come from that alone.

He was better. He was unbelievably better than Walter at this. It wasn’t something you were particularly proud to be thinking, but truth was where you found it and this was the truth. Sy was skilled and all the tricks he used in Minotaur form, he used here as well. You were squirming within moments, grinding up into his face and grabbing onto his freshly shaved head to help keep him where he’d do the most damage in the quickest amount of time. Not that he needed your help, because he was fucking good at this. He knew how to use his tongue and lips and, yes, teeth, gently, and yes fingers, deep and deft. And if you weren’t mistaken, he was squirming, too.

You could see his ass wiggling and humping into the bed and if you weren’t losing your own damn mind you’d have noticed his hips stuttering as he came into the mattress right around the time his fingers landed back on the spot that, in combination with the movement of his tongue, had you screaming his name.

He let you linger in bed a moment, catching your breath while he slipped on a pair of white, slouchy linen pants before he held out his hand to help you off the bed.

“Here,” he pulled the sheet around you with a soft chuckle and a grin. “This’ll be more comfortable than traipsing back to the elevator naked. I’ll show you the way.”

Sy led you back to the entry room, stopping along the way for a small detour to find your discarded cloak down the dead end hall. You swapped material with him as he deposited you outside the changing room and wished you a wonderful day.

“Come back and see us again, sometime. It was a pleasure,” he tilted his head at you as you stepped backwards into the room.

“The pleasure was all mine,” you replied.

“Don’t be too sure about that, now.”

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es-draws · 3 months

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Come here. Let me see that belly of yours.

Oh... you poor thing. How could this have happened? You must be starving! You're practically skin and bone, there's not an ounce of fat to be found on this poor little tummy. We can't have that, can we?

Don't worry. I'm here to take care of you now.

From now on, I'll make sure to keep you plenty well fed. After all, I know what's best for you. We'll keep this tummy full of every treat you could ever desire, make sure you're never left wanting again. I expect you to stay nice and full for me, okay? Don't deny yourself anything. I want you to eat to your heart's content, let yourself give in to your every desire. And I'll make sure to help you finish every bite. Think you can do that for me?

Good.

The next time I check, I expect to find this belly nice and plump. You just be a good girl and keep eating. Think you can do that for me? Keep yourself nice and full for me? I promise, before long this tummy will grow nice and big and soft. Soon you'll have the perfect, round, full belly you always needed. And I'll be here to make sure it grows even more.

So eat up, darling. We're just getting started.

#not sure the source of these gifs #but boy did they awaken something in me #weight gain #wg kink #feeding kink #soft feedism #es-writes

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facefullofsadness · 3 months

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but fuck sake, I'm already yours

idol!au (y/n is the 5th member of aespa)

idol!giselle x idol!y/n

prompt - y/n is far from home on the holidays, so aeri brings her home!

content - sickening amount of fluff, frequent usage of time skips, (like kinda bad? rushed bc I wanted to finish it lol)

wc - 2679

a/n - read so many fluff fics recently and now I need my wholesome fix so here I am! (we're like way past the holiday season now but who's counting right?) extra a/n at the end.

"what are you gonna do for the holidays y/n-ie?" ningning asks me.

I sigh, leaning my cheek against my hand as I look out the window.

"I'm not sure ning-ie, it's not like I can go home right now, the states are too far and we have schedules immediately after. plus we only get like a week, they wouldn't let me go home," I recall a meeting I had with our managers regarding this exact situation.

the girl gives me a pout, "right, it's unfair they let me and aeri go home but not you."

I shrug, "it makes sense but it still sucks."

"here, have some, it'll make you feel better and it's not like I'm gonna finish it all anyway," yizhou pushes her pastry towards me, mouth stuffed full of it.

I switch my gaze towards her, watching her puffed up cheeks chew on the sweet treat, smiling at the adorable sight.

"thanks yizhou."

just then, I get a text message. I look down at my phone on the table to see who it is.

aeri bby girl <3 (abg)

> when r u two coming back?

it was giselle.

you

> awww miss me already aeri?

aeri bby girl <3 (abg)

> answer the q y/n!

> it's importanttttt

you

> how important could it be?

> wtv we'll be back in like 10

aeri bby girl <3 (abg)

> make it quickkk

> I'll buy u coffee!

you

> I'm literally at a café ???

aeri bby girl <3 (abg)

> in that case

> get me one!

> mwah <333

"ahhh god, how annoying," I scoff with a smile growing on my face anyway.

the girl across from me looks up with wide cute doe eyes and cheeks like a chipmunk, "who ith et?" she asks, question all muffled.

"first, ning-ie, finish your food. second, aeri." I wipe a crumb from her chin.

"sowwy," she finishes her mouthful before continuing, "what does she want?"

I take a sip from my iced coffee before responding, "wants us to head back asap. something important as she says. she also wants a coffee."

I roll my eyes at the last detail.

"aww, cutting our last date short! I'll never forgive her for this," the girl dramatically whines.

"it's okay yizhou, we'll have plenty of time when you come back, promise."

"ugh fine, you're paying for our first date when we see each other though."

"I paid today?!"

"and you're gonna pay again for aeri's drink!"

"ning!"

after begrudgingly paying for aeri's drink and walking home slouched over, holding ning's hand, the two of us make it back to the dorms.

"hey guys, that was quick. how was it?" karina greets.

"great!" "terrible..."

yizhou and I sharing opposite answers.

"hey!" she exclaims.

"girl you act like you're broke! we make about the same! you actually make more by the way?!"

"but you love me!"

"you're already giving me a headache, go to your rooms please," jimin comes into view, rubbing her temples with her eyes closed, sitting on the couch.

"rina, please discipline this kid, I can't."

"finally!" giselle walks out of her room and towards us.

"menace number 2," I mumble.

"I heard that!" both of them say.

"jesus..." me and jimin say simultaneously.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M NAPPING!" an uncharacteristically aggressive shout comes from winter's room.

we all pause before trying our best to conceal uncontrollable laughter.

"who shit in her cereal?" aeri asks, piercing a straw into her drink.

"minjeong's just restless from getting to go home for the holidays," karina replies.

my gaze and head fall at the mention of getting to return home. I make my way towards my room as I hear yizhou and jimin continue to talk in the living room.

"hey, I wanted to ask you something," aeri follows me into my room.

I hum in response, allowing her to continue as I hang up my winter coat.

"I know you're gonna be alone for the holidays since all of us are going home..." she starts, letting the statement hang in the air for a little.

"right..." I sigh, plopping down onto my bed.

aeri closes my door before joining me on my bed, comfortably laying her hand atop my own on my lap, "I don't want you to be alone."

my heart swells. I scratch at my face to try and subtly hide the red crawling onto my cheeks.

"so, would you come with me?"

"huh?"

"to japan y/n, would you come home with me?"

the look in aeri's eyes that I desperately tried to avoid was sincere. she looked like a hungry puppy begging for food the way she looked at me. god, why does she have to look at me like that?

"but why? what's the point-" I try to give a *not freaking the fuck out because my crush is asking me to go home with her* answer.

"I want you to come." and then my stomach exploded with butterflies.

don't give a pathetic answer, "o-oh..." fuck.

the silence that follows is deafening as I just want to calm myself down, but then I feel the grip on my hand release tension as aeri starts again.

"uhm, I- I mean unless you don't, don't want to."

when I look up at the girl, her gaze shifts away, seemingly more interested in the floor.

"no aeri, I would love to. sorry, I just am surprised is all, I didn't expect that." which is true, but it was more of a reply that tried to conceal the fact I wanted her to ask me something like this so bad for so long.

the girl across from me grew a beautiful smile on her face, hand on mine tightening again, "good, I'm so glad. I meant to ask you earlier to give you time but with schedules and everything, I didn't think it'd be appropriate."

I boldly interlaced our fingers with one another and gave her a soft smile, "I would've said yes even if the flight was tomorrow, you know."

she releases a small set of sweet giggles, "as if! you would complain about not having enough time to pack. you would be all 'ohh, I don't know, if it was so last minute maybe you didn't want me to go' and be so sulky and pouty."

"okay that's enough!"

aeri and I walk down the corridor leading to the airplane, holding hands. my heart was pumping with excitement as the two of us sat in our seats next to each other.

"which movie did you wanna watch first? I prepared all the essentials but also chose a few new ones!" aeri excitedly pulls out her laptop and scrolls through her downloaded films.

"please just nothing scary again. last time, I literally shrieked and people stared at us," I frown recalling the memory.

giggles escape the other girl's mouth, "aww y/n-ie, it was cute though!"

I hit her on the shoulder before she continues, "okay okay whatever, no horror movies for my princess."

I turn to look out the window, acting pouty and upset all to cover up my undeniable blush.

"oto-san, eomma!" aeri excitedly waddles towards her parents waiting for us outside the airport.

"aeri!" the ecstatic couple envelops their daughter in a sweet hug.

I catch up with them with luggage in my hands, giving a bow and a smile when they look at me.

"mr. and mrs. uchinaga," I greet them both.

"aw y/n, you're our daughter for the holidays, please, no need to be formal you know, just call us ojisan and imo-nim if you'd like!" aeri's mom pulls me into a warm hug.

"right y/n, I even learned some english for you so you can feel a bit more comfortable! how's are you hungry? want to eat? is that right?" aeri's dad smiles, speaking his hard learned english.

"oto-san, she can understand japanese too! I taught her well," aeri smirks at me, reaching out for my hand which I take.

"it's true sir, I made sure to study a little more than usual since I knew I would come along," I reassure.

"oh man, I should've worked harder too then!" he scratches his head and exclaims disappointedly in japanese.

"come on honey, let's help the girls with their bags already," her mom drags her dad towards our bags, "you girls go inside!"

aeri pulls me into the car and into the backseat, wrapping her arm around my shoulders and dragging me to the window.

"I literally cannot wait to show you around y/n-ie, I'm gonna give you such a good time."

"don't disappoint uchinaga," I tease.

"how dare you, how could I ever!?" she turns to me with an offended look on her face.

I smile up at her, "then just don't!"

she huffs and holds onto me tighter, "not before I annihilate you with cuddles first!"

"aeri I can't breathe!"

"your parents are sweet, aeri-ah."

"they really seem to enjoy you, I'm glad."

"love my son-in-law too."

"cooper can be a handful, I'm surprised he warmed up so easily to you."

"he has good taste in pretty girls, what can I say? have you seen his mom?"

a pink tint spreads across aeri's face across from me.

"I'm supposed to be the flirty one!"

I giggle at the flustered girl in front of me. we continue to converse over dinner out in the bustling heart of japan's capital city. the night drags on and we lose ourselves to our endless conversation, talking about literally whatever, not caring what we were talking about, just enjoying hanging out with each other.

after some time, we left the restaurant and strolled along the city. aeri and I would snap pictures of one another here and there to post later on and keep as memories. occasionally she would show me an old landmark she used to frequent or that were valuable to her and her past. sometimes, she would say "hey y/n, we should go here tomorrow or later in the week!" excitedly pointing to a restaurant or café she has never seen before.

the time became later and later but we still continued on, not wanting this day to end.

"aeri? what if we just kept walking?" I suggest.

"hm, it is really late, you know y/n," she hums.

"I have you, don't I? we should be fine."

she sighs heavily, "well, I can't argue with that."

and so that's what we did. walking down the empty, cold, dark streets of tokyo, illuminated by the lamp posts and shining moon overhead, the stars guiding our path. my hand was warmly grasped in aeri's as we sway our arms back and forth. I lower the scarf covering my nose and mouth to breath in the cool winter air, taking in this moment.

my heart swells with warmth even through the frigid wind that flows past my hair. I can't even begin to guess the amount of time that ended up passing as the two of us strolled in comfortable silence, simply basking in the moonlight and each other's sweet presence.

our speed slows slightly and I'm taken out of my trance when I feel the older girl tug my hand gently.

"come," she commands softly, voice almost inaudible but heard clearly due to the dead of night's silence.

I turn towards her and follow her gaze to a sizeable quaint playground. a small giggle escapes me and she looks back at me with expectant eyes. I roll my own before humming in acceptance, the former girl letting a small smile settle on her face and dragging me towards the swing set.

aeri makes herself comfortable on one of the swings, motioning at one next to her for me to sit on. I follow her lead, still holding her hand tightly. we swing softly, listening to the wind whistle melodically in my ears and closing my eyes to soak in the serenity of this peaceful night.

time continues to pass again, the two of us simply enjoying ourselves doing practically absolutely nothing. until aeri gently speaks up from the silence.

"y/n."

it's all she says, switching our hands holding to now interlace our fingers, the change making heat rush to my cheeks.

"aeri," I whisper back, tilting my head in her direction, but not facing her.

she sighs softly and I feel her hand start to become slightly clammy and shake.

"y/n..." her voice unsteady.

I look up at her finally to meet her gaze staring straight at me. however, it was not intense, it was nervous, maybe even slightly fearful. my eyes soften at the way she looks, feeling my heart squeeze in my chest. I bring my free hand and rest it atop her hand I'm holding.

"aeri..." I repeat her name back to her, making sure my voice is filled with as much comfort and reassurance I'm able to communicate.

my thumbs rub against her large hand, her fingers grazing against both of my hands.

suddenly, slowly aeri stands, lightly pulling at my arms to bring me up in front of her. my body reacts on it's own and obeys, our fronts meeting each other and greeting with warmth. her free hand rests at my hip, steadily making it's way up the side of my body, landing at the length of my neck, her slender fingers scratching the hair of my nape.

"y/n."

I look up at the eyes of the slightly taller girl, her brown eyes alluring in a calming and comfortable way, gazing into my own with want and intent. an inexplicable force pushes me to rest my forehead against aeri's, her eyes flutter and stare darts between my eyes and my parted lips.

"aeri."

the last call of her name reaffirms what she wants to do and finally, aeri leans into me, placing her soft plump lips on my own. I release a sigh I didn't realize I'd be keeping in out into the kiss, moving my lips to meet the slow motion of her mouth. my stomach flips with emotion and heart pounds with excitement, my brain unable to process so many feelings at once. the hand resting atop her own leaves, now placing my hand to grip at the collar of her coat, pulling her closer.

the kiss continues and the taste of her sweet tongue begging to enter my mouth intoxicates me. I become dizzy at the feeling of her fingers firmly pulling my face into her, tilting her head to kiss me deeper. my hand interlaced with hers' tightens, warning her to pull away, which she obeys, breaking away her needy mouth from me. I hold her close, making sure she can't leave, resting my forehead against her.

our heavy panting fills my ears as I catch my breath, slowly blinking my eyes open to stare deliciously at her red, wet, and plump parted lips.

"fuck, I'm yours."

I honestly and truthfully couldn't tell you what happened after last night. everything following the playground was a blur, I don't even know how I ended up waking to my face buried into aeri's neck, laying on her bed, and hands under her shirt. I'm the first to wake, taking in the surroundings and trying to remember.

my concern for recollection fades as the soft sighing of the girl holding me snuggly in her arms fills my ears. I tilt my head up and my eyes land on her sleeping figure, peaceful and elegant. the smile that creeps up onto my face is unstoppable and I can't help but to watch the beautiful girl slumber serenely.

the hands under her shirt scratch her skin softly, dragging them against as much body of hers' I could touch. the arms around me pull together, bringing my body in even closer to her embrace.

"mine."

a soft mumble leaving the drowsy lips of the sleepy girl holding me. it's followed by a small whine as my own lips attach to her exposed collarbone, sucking gently until a red mark formed.

"mine."

a/n - okay like but if you listen to urs by niki, the lyrics DO NOT match w the fluff of this fic, but like the vibe of the inst. rlly does and I liked the lyric I used, so ignore it okay? thanks ily <3 also the middle part is really ass, I honestly just wanted to write the last two scenes so the set up is dogshit lmao, but whatever, aeri uchinaga cures a multitude of sins (including the fact there's literally a picture of her on a swing but it wasn't nighttime in the pic so i didn't use it oops-). anyway... tysm for the support on the jen fic ahhhh!! genuinely so shocked at the love rn, almost 500 likes and 100 followers? like u guys are insane ty ty ty. pls look forward for more in the future!

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sage-green-matcha · 9 months

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WORLD IN COLOR - ETHAN LANDRY 🌸

In a world where in order to see color you must meet your soulmate!

Content includes: fluff! Mentions of sickness? light smut at the end! y/e/c = your eye color!

"It's such a pretty color! Cute isn't it?" You shook your head as Tara held up her new top, Chad watching her with excitement. "You know I can't see it, Tara" You smiled with a small scoff. "Oh, right...sorry" you brushed it off, holding back a frown.

Out of all of your friends, you were the only one who still couldn't see color. It had been something you wanted since you were a little kid. The idea around it fascinated you.Your whole life was in black and white. Only till you found your "soulmate" you could finally see color.

You were happy for all your friends, but you couldn't help but get jealous when they talked about the sunset or anything else in color. "Hey! By the way, I got my boy Ethan to come over" Chad mentioned excitedly, setting up what he called the "mini-bar"

You weren't sure if you were just crazy but you felt sick all of a sudden. You didn't wanna say anything in case you were, but your stomach felt weird. The pain increased with every second, now you were sure you were going insane. Or maybe you just had a stomach bug. "I feel sick" you had had plenty of stomach aches before but none of them included the symptom of blurry vision.

Chad and Tara looked at each other with confusion. That's exactly how they felt when they were minutes away from meeting each other. "Ethan is your soulmate!" Tara got up excitedly, helping you settle down on the couch. "Huh?" You couldn't think straight, feeling yourself fall numb against the couch.

"I think I'm gonna vomit" you grumbled, head in your hands as you heard the door open. "Hey...guys" You couldn't look up but Ethan was limping as he walked in, Chad quickly grabbing him before plopping him down next to you. "Hey, Etha..." You had never met him before, but you already felt a strange connection with him.

"Guys, look into each other's eyes" Tara forced your head to the side, watching with anticipation. You felt much better already, eyes squinted as you looked at Ethan. The both of you wanted to compliment each other, but with what was going on, you couldn't speak.

It was like everything around you was slowly sucking back in its color, a tingling sensation running down your back. "What the fuck?" Your whisper was barely heard, Tara and Chad holding back a laugh with how silly the both of you looked. "Your eyes, pretty y/e/c" Ethan took a look at your face, your eyes wandering. "What does that look like?" "She doesn't know the colors, dude"

Ethan had made a special code with charts to figure out what color was which, but on the other hand you had no idea what was what. Your body ran with emotions, now all 5 of your senses tingling uncontrollably. You were insanely conscious, watching as everything around you finished brightening up.

The light from the room no longer hurt your eyes, feeling yourself adjusting to your new but usual surroundings. "We'll leave you two at it!" Tara pulled Chad into her bedroom, leaving the two of you alone with your new eyesight. "How do I know which color is which...?" Your words were mumbled, Ethan zoned out as he stared at all the colors on your face. "Ethan..." You waved your hand in front of his face, asking your question again.

"Oh well, I've always kinda known I guess? I just looked up the colors on the internet and made a chart, like that couch" he looked over, making you turn your head. "It's blue, and that painting over there is pink" "My mom's favorite color is blue" you smiled to yourself, remembering the darkish hue the color had when it was all black and white.

"What's yours?" You scanned around the room, trying to find the color that appealed to you the most. "Pink..." Your eyes stayed on his lips, the pretty color of them hypnotized you. "And yours?" "Y/e/c" You recognized the pink color that was appearing on his cheeks, blush is what it was called. "You're blushing, it's pink" you smiled, holding back a laugh. "Yea, it is pink"

You brought your thumb up to his face, your thumb rubbing against his cheek. He watched with anticipation, making eye contact as he pulled you closer. Ethan was the shy dorky guy no one paid attention to, he wouldn't have dared to look anybody in the eyes, let alone someone as beautiful as you.

When you closed your eyes it was dark, but you felt a burst of color explode throughout your body when your lips met. They fit together so perfectly, it felt electrifying. The feeling of his large hands on your waist had you going insane, butterflies going wild in your stomach. The sound of light breaths and skin made you shiver. The smell of his cologne filled your nose, the taste of sugar on his lips making you reach even deeper into him.

All your senses were going off, putting all of them to use. He worked hard to get a noise out of you, finally letting one slip when his nails dug into your hips. "I never thought you'd be a masochist" "am not" you mumbled, squirming and holding back another moan while his nails dug deeper into your skin, his lips invading your neck. "Your eyes say otherwise"

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loimposibleesloquenoseintenta · 1 month

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I've been thinking about how things would be in Panem after the revolution. But I mean like 30 years or so in the future, when there's a new generation of children that have been born and raised without the existence of the games. I think about how the themes of memory and rebuilding would unfold. How would the relationship between the districts and the Capitol evolve? And the relationship between the districts? How would they organize themselves? What about the tension between people from the Capitol and people of the districts? And that's without mentioning what would have been of Katniss' and Peeta's lives, and all of the other characters of the series. How would their kids react after learning about everything they had to go through? What would their world view be like? I guess we'll never know. But lately I've been unable to stop thinking about it.

I read somewhere that Suzanne Collins said she only writes when she has something to say. And I mean, we used to think she wouldn't write another book after the trilogy ended, but then the ballad came out and (at least in my opinion) it was a great adition to the universe. Not only it added plenty of layers to the original story, it also introduced new themes and concepts to explore which are just as relevant as the original's were at the time.

What I'm trying to get at is that if she were to write a new book (or series) related to this universe, I think it would be interesting to see the future. I know some people want to know more about Finnick's or Haymitch's games, but there's always fanfiction and fanmade content that can explore those in deep. I'm aware of the discourse regarding this topic, and I agree that the games for the sake of the games (as merely enternainment) goes against the premise of the series. I won't dwell on that because it's been explained before, but I did mention it for a reason: would people be interested in a new story set in a future without any games? One about the rebuilding of a nation, the small steps towards a presumable better world and the awareness of the mistakes of the past?

I don't know, I got caught up in that idea and I wanted to get it out of my mind. I mean, we do get a little hint when Plutarch mentions how stupid humans are and how quickly we forget, at the end of Mockingjay. And then, if a story like that was written, what would be the culmination? Certainly not a utopia, but that's what life's about, right? Constantly trying to do better than yesterday, or at least not as bad? Maybe? Hopefuly?

Anyway, I just needed to rant for a bit.

#the hunger games #thg #thg series #suzanne collins #hunger games #katniss everdeen #katniss and peeta #peeta mellark #the mockingjay #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow #finnick odair #haymitch abernathy #panem #jennifer lawrence #josh hutcherson

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itjazzbicch · 6 months

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Things That Never Change

Pairing: Lui Kang x Titan!Reader

First time writing for Lui Kang, so I hope I did well!

Summary: Falling in love long before their timeline was ripped after defeating Kronika, the reader, who became a Titan, still gets to spend time with their beloved Lui Kang but wishes things could be different so Lui Kang reassures that their love has never changed and that someday, they will have a true, happy ending...

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 0.6k

Living for Eons and eons, I had seen everything there was to see, but nothing could compare to the night sky I was staring at. A Milky Way illuminated from a dark purple on one side to a bright blue, then back to purple. Stars soaring and dancing in the sky were such a beautiful sight.

What made it so unique? Lui Kangs' hand in mine, the smile I cherished on his face, his bright eyes locked into mine. We didn't need many words. Considering we were both Titans, we didn't have much time together.

This is where we would meet to have some time to ourselves and get away from our duties in our timelines for a while. Each time we came here, it seemed like our time grew shorter and shorter. I knew that soon we'd have to go.

I held his hand in my lap, catching his attention as he felt a water droplet fall and seep into his skin. It was a tear.

"Dear," Leaning to look into my eyes, he grew concerned, wiping away the tears that rolled down my cheek, "What's the matter?"

"Can we stay here forever?" I knew as a Titan that may have sounded childish and selfish even, as I had such significant duties, but my heart wanted what it wanted, and that was to be with Lui Kang. Always.

As he stayed silent for a moment, the tears wouldn't stop leaking out, squeezing his hand tight and expressing:

"I never want to leave your side. We lived for eons before we reunited. I felt so alone without you. I always feel that way when you're gone."

"I know how you feel," He cooed softly, guiding me into his arms for a warm hug that I needed, rubbing my back softly and relating to me, "Every second we're apart, I miss you."

"I just love you so much-," I professed, my voice cracking and breaking into a whisper, hugging him tighter, "I love you, Lui Kang."

"I love you too," He whispered, stroking my chin and guiding my eyes up at him. He looked like a work of art with the gorgeous stars behind him, believing his every word, "One day, we will always be together. I know that it has been so long, but be patient for just a while longer."

Nodding and taking a deep breath, I knew he was right. Patience was the only thing I had to overcome, and considering how long I've lived, that battle with patience wasn't as bad as it seemed.

"I know that I'm now a Titan," I whispered, feeling like it was the first time we met, "But I'm still the same young lady who fell for the chosen one."

"I haven't changed either," He assured, caressing my cheek, "My love for you hasn't changed, and regardless of how long we live, what we live through, that will never change."

Words weren't enough to explain how deep our love was; I perked my head up to find his lips, feeling complete as they met, magnetizing back together even if they parted for a second, wishing we could stay like this forever.

I lost track of time, solely focused on the softness of his lips kissing mine, the amount of powerful love we poured into each other. My lips broke apart with tears swelling up again as I knew it was time for us to go.

"Don't stress yourself, Y/N," He consoled, holding my face and smiling contagiously, "We'll have plenty more moments together and, eventually, everything we could ever dream of."

I smiled back, kissing him one more time, content and confident in his words, "I'll never doubt it, Lui Kang,"

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome

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yumeka-sxf · 6 months

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1-year anniversary post and future projects

My blog turned 1-year old today! 😃 (I also have a new blog banner and profile pic for the occasion!) I was lowkey hoping I'd hit the 1,000 follower milestone before then, but I got close - about 890 followers as of now! I'm very humbled that so many people enjoy my SxF content ❤️ Thank you all so much for your Likes, Reblogs, and kind messages~ Even though I wish I had joined the SxF fandom sooner, better late than never! The series has been around for about four years now, which is still a relatively short time for a popular shonen manga. So I'm hoping there will be plenty more SxF content to indulge in for years to come!

As you've probably seen, I've been reblogging my Twiyor analysis posts as a build-up to my continuation of that project for season 2 of the anime. And I'm happy to report that my planned start date for new analysis posts will be Tuesday, December 12th! On that day I'll post the new installment, Part 19, with a new post each Tuesday after until I finish covering the season 2 episodes. I know it seems like I'm dragging it out, but it takes a long time for me to not only write each post, but to revise and proofread them as well...the more chances I get to proofread my posts over time, the better they turn out. I also want to make sure I don't get too far ahead of the current episodes (since I still want to make the posts manga-spoiler free as much as possible). Since season 2 is only going to be 12 episodes, there won't be as many posts as last time, but the topics are just as compelling! I've been so excited to finally delve into analyzing the cruise arc 😄

I should also mention that late December/early January are going to be very busy times for the fandom: there's the movie release, the game release, the season finale, another art book that I'll want to scan, and the light novel being released in English! Of course I'll be making posts covering all of this, as well as my usual merch and chapter/episode review posts. I'm also planning to do some kind of post mini-series for the game where I write about my experiences with it in a daily journal kind of format. We'll see...there's going to be so much to cover at the end of the year, I hope I won't get overwhelmed 😅

Anyway, thank you all again for a wonderful year of SxF goodness~ Here's to many more years of joy from our beloved fake family!

#spy family #spy x family #sxf #spyxfamily #twiyor #sxf analysis

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harryhops · 1 year

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His Personal Heater.

Summary: Baby it's cold out, and Joel's freezing.

Rating: M

Word Count: 2.3k

Content: 18+ content Minors DNI, rough smut, unprotected PnV, a smidge of dirty talk, oral (F&M receiving)

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He's cold.

That's all Joel told you when you asked if he was okay.

Blankets of snow covered the ground, the trees laced with ice, the river solid. It was downright freezing. But you somehow never complained.

You and Joel haven't known each other for long, five or so months. You ran into each other in Boston, both being smugglers. The two of you were tasked with a job that was a little too far out, but worth the price.

"We'll stop for the night at the first house we see," Joel told you.

You nodded, you could keep going but the winds are picking up and so are Joel's shivers. You've never minded the cold, if anything you preferred it. At night you tend to always throw the blankets away from you, always running hot. So, this is nothing to you.

Sometime later, you both run into a small white house. Scoping the place out before relaxing. It looked untouched, there were still supplies in the cabinets and closets.

'Thank god,' Joel thought when seeing multiple blankets in the nearby closet. He grabbed all of them and placed them in the single bedroom. It's a queen-sized bed but he didn't think you'd want to share with him, so he suggested he took the floor and left it at that.

Joel laid out a pallet for himself, taking one of the pillows from the bed. He made sure you had plenty of blankets to layer yourself with, more than he left for himself. What a gentleman.

You both are now in the single bedroom, you in the queen-sized bed with way more layers than you need and him on the hard ground with only a few blankets.

You start to sweat...so you start silently taking your clothes off. Dropping them to the ground beside the bed, you make yourself comfy. You can hear Joel shivering and letting out puffs of air.

"Jesus Christ it's cold," Joel mumbled.

"You can have some of these blankets if you want...I don't need all of these," you told him.

"Jus' wanted to make sure you kept warm. Besides...I don't think i'd be able to leave these blankets with how cold it is," he replied.

So you stand, unbothered by the cold, in your boy shorts and tank top. You grabbed 3 or 4 blankets from your pile and made your way over to him.

Joel's eyes open when he hears you get closer. Eyebrows furrowing from what you're wearing, or shall I say what you're not wearing.

"Where in the hell are your clothes?"

You got down to your knees to throw the blankets over him, "Hm? Oh, I get hot easily. This weather is nothing."

His eyes follow your body, he can easily see your hard nipples poking through your shirt from the cold weather. You stand and make your way back to the bed, his eyes following.

"Well shit, so you're like a personal heater then?"

You laugh as you lay yourself back down, "I guess I am."

Joel grumbles, "Would've been nice to know."

You snort, "You're the one who suggested taking the floor. I have no problem sharing a bed."

At your words, Joel starts getting up while picking up all the covers, "Don't mind if I do."

He shivers while throwing all the blankets on the bed. He slides himself underneath the covers and makes himself comfortable. Warmer but not warm enough.

He gently slides his head to the side to look at you. You were laid on your back with your head turned to him, eyes closed. His eyes slide down. Your chest rises with each breath, nipples still hard as rocks. Joel's never seen so much skin from you, he can see the valley between your breasts as well as your toned stomach.

"I can feel you staring cowboy," you say without opening your eyes. Your heart is beating out of your chest. Joel is a very attractive man; you'd be a fool not to notice.

Joel clicked his tongue, "M' still cold."

"Then come here."

Joel didn't need to be told twice, he lifts the blankets and reaches for you. He slides you over to him and wraps himself into you, his head in your neck, arms around your back, legs intertwined with yours. He feels the heat radiating off of you, god does he feel so much better. There was just one slight problem.

When pressed up against you, his eye of sight is almost perfectly aligned with your breasts. He can't help himself but look down your shirt.

'Jesus Christ," Joel thought.

He feels himself harden, and he knows you know. His crotch is pressed up against your leg.

You smirk at the feeling of him, "Is that..?"

"Shut up," Joel mumbled into your neck, embarrassed.

You chuckled as you threw your arms around his head, smooshing his head closer to your breasts. Oh, he doesn't mind. His hands drag up and down your back as he nuzzles his face into the pair, groaning.

Littering soft kisses against the top of them, he pushes up your shirt, yanking it off you. He takes the plush flesh into his hands, wrapping his lips around one your nipples. Sucking and twirling his tongue.

You wrapped a hand into his hair, slightly tugging, arching your back when he lightly bites down. He lifts his mouth off with a slight pop, but then wraps his lips around the other one. His hands roam down your body, stopping at the band of your underwear. He lifts his head to look at you for permission.

"You better take some clothes off cowpoke before you get me naked."

He smirks, rising to his knees. Sliding his jacket off, then his long sleeve thermal. He shivers as the cold air hits his bare skin, seeking your warmth immediately after. Shoving his head into your neck as he unbuckles his belt and jeans, sliding them down his thick legs. You laid kisses against his skin as he did; his cheek, neck, forehead. He hums at the feeling. Turning your head with his hand, locking his lips to yours.

Soft slow kisses turned into fast tongue linking kisses. Hands roamed each other's bodies, both in just underwear. You can feel his hard length against your clothed core. You take his bottom lip between your teeth, lightly nibbling and pulling. His hand wraps up in your hair, pulling it from the nap of your neck. His lips drag down to your neck, licking and biting the soft skin.

"G'damn you're so pretty," Joel mumbles against your skin, "Walkin' around in almost nothin'. Nipples pokin' out. Ass as round as a peach. You were plannin' this weren't you?"

Your eyes rolled back to your head as he continued laying kisses on your neck, one of his hands reached down to cup your ass.

"I don't know what you're talkin' about cowboy. I'm not the one who couldn't keep it in my pants," you say in his ear.

His hand rears back, a loud smack echoed through the room. He rubs the flesh of your ass that he made contact with.

"Such a smart mouth," he grumbles, "Might have to put it to better use."

His fingers were slowly creeping towards the front of your underwear.

"Or I could have you beg me. Beg me to fuck you, make you feel good. Do you want that baby?" Joel hums at you, "Want me to make you feel good?"

His fingers were outlining your pussy on the outside of your underwear, rubbing soft circles against your clit. You squirmed.

"Just do it already," you sassed.

Joel tsked, "Don't be a brat. Ask me properly."

You were soaked, hot and ready, "Joel,"

"Baby." He wasn't budging.

Squirming against his fingers, you huffed out, "Can you please touch me?"

"I am touchin' you," he laughed out when you groaned.

"You know what I mean," you quietly whined.

"Ask me then," he drawls out, "Say it."

"Can you please put your fingers in my pussy?"

"Good girl," he says as he dips his fingers into your underwear. Circling a finger around your clit, and down to your entrance.

He sticks a finger in slowly, dragging it in and out of you. Your hands shoot out to wrap them around his large frame. He scoots closer into your embrace, adding another finger as he did.

Your slick can be heard with each stroke of his fingers. He groans out as he watches himself fingerfuck you. Your slick was coating his fingers, he takes his fingers out to wrap his lips around them. Moaning as he tastes you.

"You taste good as hell darlin'."

"Maybe you should get a better taste then," you pant out.

He chuckles at you, "Yeah? You want me to taste your pussy baby?"

You whined at his words, nodding.

He hums as he kisses down your stomach, taking your underwear off in the process. He wraps his mouth around your clit, licking in circles and sucking.

You breath out a moan, "Oh, fuck...Joel-"

He hums against you, licking a broad strip from your opening to your clit. He licks back down to your fluttering entrance, flicking his tongue in and out from your hole. One of his fingers coming to circle your clit in the process.

You moan out loudly, hips quivering. You can feel that band in your lower stomach about to snap.

Your eyes roll back at his next action. He moves his face back slightly, spitting directly at your fluttering hole before pushing three fingers into you. Wrapping his mouth back around your clit.

Your moans are wrecked, body is quaking, "Joel- i'm gonna..."

"Cum for me darlin'," Joel tells you as he rapidly fingers your hole.

And you do. You soak his fingers as well as his face.

Joel licks you clean before discarding his underwear. He stands tall and large, his head angry and leaking.

You drool at the sight of his big cock, you knew it. He screams big dick energy.

He huffs out a laugh at your expression, "C'mere baby."

He wraps his hand around himself, slightly stroking. You get to all fours, slightly crawling to him. He brings a hand around to wrap up your hair in a makeshift pony, slightly guiding you to his cock. You wrap your lips around his head, twirling your tongue around it.

"Take me in your mouth...now."

You do as he says, eager to take him down your throat. You work your head up and down his cock, saliva coating him and your lips. He groans as you take him farther each time, gagging on his dick just a bit.

His hips start to slightly move; he starts to fuck your mouth.

Gluck

He loves the sound of that, "Fuuuuuuck."

He released you and took his cock out, a string of saliva coming from your mouth. Reaching down to pull you to meet his height, he slams his lips against yours. You moan into his mouth at the taste of you.

He pulls back and lays you down, hovering over you. He lines himself up with your entrance, dragging the head of his cock between your folds.

"Beg me for it," he tells you.

You pant, "What?"

He waits patiently for you to beg him.

You squirm, "Joel-"

"Now."

"Please. Please," you look up at him with fuck me eyes, "Please fuck me."

He tilts his head at you, "I think you can do better than that."

Your mouth dropped open, "Joel for fucks sake, please fuck me! I need it!"

He smirked, "You need it huh?"

You were about to pop off again, but he slammed into you without a warning, making you squeal.

"FUCK Joel!"

"That's fuckin' right, I'm making you feel this fuckin' good."

He fucks into you with hard thrusts, you throw your arms around his neck to hold on, but he takes them and slams them above your head.

Your eyes are rolled back into your head as he slams into you.

"Fuck you feel so good baby, takin' my cock so well," he rambles on. His cock pulses within your walls, he feels so fucking good inside of you. He's now sweating, forgetting about the cold weather that was once a problem.

At one point he lifted your leg over his shoulder to get a deeper angle, dragging his cock out to just the tip and slamming back into you repeatedly. You were crying out each time at the feeling, sweat rolled down your forehead and drool threatened to escape your mouth.

Joel definitely knew how to please a woman.

"Fuck, need you to cum darlin'," Joel tells you as he trails a finger down to your core to press it against your sensitive clit. He rolls harsh circles against it, trying to pull another orgasm from you.

Your moans get louder from the contact, and that same build up feeling came back.

"Oh, right there," You toss your head back, his other hand came up to pinch your nipple, "OH I'm gonna cum... just like that!"

He doesn't change a thing, keeps rolling his fingers and thrusting in and out of you, until you cum all over him.

"Fuuuuck yes baby," his cock soaked with your juices and hips stuttering from your tightening walls.

He pulls out of you just in time for his thick load to shoot out all over your stomach and chest. His chest heaves from his pants.

He rubs at your thighs, slowly pulling out of you. He picks up one of the smaller throw blankets and wipes your front off, tossing the blanket to the side of the room. He slides back into the bed with you, pulling you to his front.

"Thank you," he hums out, playing with the ends of your hair.

"Any time cowboy."

He smirks, "You don't say? I'll keep that in mind."

"I sure do hope so."

#joel miller #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x reader #joel miller x oc #joel tlou #tlou fanfiction

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albeitinzane · 2 months

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sooo i'm watching james somerton's apology video (an unlisted reupload because i do not want to give him money!) and i'm only 2:31/43:01 in but i already have so many thoughts about how manipulatively worded this video is so i thought i'd make a blog post about it, maybe see what some other people thought.

james tries to frame himself as a wellmeaning, albiet privledged, white cis gay man. he tries to say that he was trying to be a voice for the queer community because he wanted to uplift more marginalized members of the queer community. i think this is inherently false.

the way james repeatedly presented himself to his audience was that he was the only person talking about the issues he was discussing (while stealing other people's words, but we'll come back to that in a second). he literally said "people thought i was crazy until i explained it and then they came around to seeing it my way" (maybe he didn't say it exactly that way, i'm paraphrasing, but you get my point). him trying to say that this is not what he did is so obviously untrue. he DID do that. multiple times. he propped himself up as the only gay creator talking about the issues he discussed, and rarely promoted other queer content creators. if he wanted to be a spokesperson for the queer community, he would have at least mentioned other queer people who talked about issues he found important, rather than just stealing their content and reposting it as his own. it's disingenuous to call himself a spokesperson when he never highlighted the people he was supposedly speaking for.

it wouldn't be bad, per se, if james was actually trying to be a spokesperson for the queer community, though i think that even if that motivation were true, it'd still be misguiding. while allyship from more privileged members of the community is important, it feels like a bit of a white savior complex for him to claim that he wanted to be a spokesperson for the queer community. plenty of other people are much more qualified to be spokespeople for the queer community, and i personally think that if the queer community did have a spokesperson, it would make more sense for them to be a black trans woman instead of a cis white gay man.

and back to the stealing part. if you wanted to be a spokesperson for a community, you'd respect them. you'd credit their work. you'd make it clear where you were quoting them, and you'd promote their content, not just the content you're citing or borrowing from, but other things that they create that you find meaningful or interesting. james never did this. if someone made an intelligent article about queerness in media, he wouldn't promote it. he'd steal it, and use it along with some stock footage with an intro he bought to make a video where the only acknowledgement the article would receive is a vague "based on" credit, assuming they'd get anything at all.

so, no. i don't believe james is telling the truth. he had many opportunities to come clean. he was called out before, and instead of being honest, he chose to lie. and i hope that the best job that he can find in the future is being a fry cook at burger king, where he can experience just a tiny taste of the exploitation that he utilized to make thousands of dollars off of small queer writers.

#but yeah just some food for thought #i swear i've only seen the first 2 and a half minutes #i don't think i can finish this video #i already have so many thoughts about it/neg #james somerton #hbomb #hbomberguy #hbomb versus plagarizing baby!!@#i love hbomb #he's so cool

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writeforfandoms · 8 days

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The Name of the Wind 4

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Here we finally are continuing with this story! I'm trying to match up the timing on everything between these thee stories in the dragon riders 'verse. Yes, three. Our two special guests in this chapter will be leaving to their own story.

It'll be fun, I swear.

Warnings: Swearing, idiot in love, clueless reader, scheming riders, seriously the whole garrison is invested by now.

Word count: 1.8k

Dinner seemed nothing special, in the way that you'd become accustomed to meals here. There was the usual assortment of foods at every table, riders and staff settling down to eat.

Alejandro was at the table you'd unofficially labeled his - not in the center of the room quite, but still easy to get to. Some of the usual people were there already - Rodolfo and Marin both nodded to you.

The two new people were there as well, seated side by side across from Alejandro.

“Our guests for tonight,” Alejandro told you, motioning you to sit next to him. “Alex and Frank.”

You greeted them both, settling next to Alejandro. They'd both cleaned up since you saw them earlier, though Frank hadn't bothered to shave. You'd never seen them before, and you were curious as to how they got here, and how long they'd be here.

“You must be new here.” Frank eyed you, openly appraising.

“Yes,” you admitted, a little surprised.

“New rider?”

“Not exactly,” you hedged, on the border of being uncomfortable, and not sure why.

“She is a leather worker,” Alejandro answered smoothly, one knee pressing into yours under the table, his elbow gently jostling your arm. “Quite skilled, as well.”

You warmed under both the praise and the touches, shoulders relaxing even as you leaned ever so slightly into his space.

Frank held your gaze for a moment before he nodded. “Then we'll be seeing you around again.”

“Are you here often?” You took a tray from Alejandro, serving yourself food even as you glanced at the two men.

Alex shrugged, a secretive half-smile twitching his lips. “We come through every so often.”

You looked between the two, seeing clearly that this was some kind of joke. But Alejandro nudged your knee again under the table, and you didn't ask.

The conversation moved on from there, Rodolfo chiming in with daily reports. Another rider came over to talk to Alejandro for a few minutes, mostly ignoring Alex and Frank. They seemed content to be ignored, talking quietly to each other.

You squashed your curiosity back down and ate your dinner quietly.

Frank and Alex stood to leave in tandem, and Alejandro nodded to them.

“Who were they?” You asked very quietly once they'd left.

Alejandro hummed for a moment, arms crossed loosely over his chest. “You will see them from time to time,” he said slowly. “But you cannot ask what they do, or where they go. It is confidential.”

“Okay.” You could do that. No problem.

Well. Okay. You'd have to remind yourself not to ask, but you'd manage.

He looked down at you, amused. “You won't see them so often it will be a problem,” he assured you. “Don't fret.”

You chuckled. “Sure,” you agreed easily. “If you say so.”

Alejandro shook his head but smiled, getting to his feet. “I will see you tomorrow.”

“Good night.” You watched him and Rodolfo walk out together, shoulders nearly pressed together.

The view was quite nice, after all.

Shaking your head at yourself, you cleared your place at the table and made your way back to your room. You had a little time before bed. Plenty of time to stuff your emotions back down.

You were still trying not to find Alejandro attractive… but it wasn't easy. He made it very difficult, in fact. Especially when he sought you out at meal times, and took you on a flight, and promised he wouldn't let harm come to you…

Really, how were you expected to not find him attractive?

You squished your face in your pillow to squeal, just a little bit.

The problem over the next few weeks wasn't work. It wasn't the dragons, as they had all learned that you were to be treated gently.

No. The problem was Alejandro.

He ate most meals with you. He took you on two more flights. He made a point of seeing you at least once each day.

He was distracting, but in the most pleasant way. Intriguing and courteous and funny.

He was a major problem.

You looked for him, almost automatically, every time you went to eat, or when you were in the dragons’ nesting area. Any time you heard his voice, you paused what you were doing to look.

Honestly, it was a bit ridiculous. You were embarrassed at yourself.

But you still looked.

One night after dinner, Alejandro asked if you'd take a walk with him. You agreed, heart fluttering.

“I will be gone a few days,” he said as the two of you strolled down empty hallways. “I need to go to the capital.”

“Oh.” You couldn't help the way your heart sank with disappointment.

“Rodolfo will be in charge while I'm gone,” he said, looking at you and away again. “It will only be a few days.”

“I hope you have fun?” It came out for too much of a question, and you grimaced at yourself.

He snorted. “I will not, but thank you. I dislike going, but I must sometimes.”

“Why do you dislike it?”

He shrugged. “Politics,” he answered dryly. “There is an overabundance of people who feel far too self-important.”

You laughed, unable to hold it in. “I'm sorry,” you managed, still giggling. “But the look on your face.”

He huffed, smiling. “It is never a hardship to make you laugh,” he murmured. “Is there anything you want from the capital?”

You blinked at him, taken completely by surprise. “I don't know.”

He eyed you for a moment before he nodded, just once. “I will find you something, then.”

You almost protested, except he turned to face you fully, two fingers under your chin tipping your face towards him. Your eyes went wide.

“I will think of you,” he promised, low and quiet. “I need to go, because I need to wake early. I will see you in a few days.” He leaned in, and for a wild moment you thought he'd kiss you. Your heart leapt and then pounded, lips parting ever so slightly.

But his lips landed on your cheek, soft and chaste. Your eyelids fluttered, a soft breath escaping you.

The two of you stood perfectly still for one moment. Then Alejandro stepped back, his fingers falling from your skin.

You watched him go, hand rising to touch the spot he'd just kissed.

You hadn't imagined that. He had really kissed your cheek.

Oh, you were way past trouble now. Now you were in deep.

You meandered back to your room, completely distracted and oblivious to the world around you, replaying those precious moments over and over again to make sure you remembered them.

You didn't sleep well, half-remembered dreams of flying then falling interrupting you through the night.

You were surprised when Marin sat with you at breakfast. She asked about your day, and seemed genuinely interested. Which was… weird, but okay.

But the weirdness didn't stop there.

Various riders popped in to your workshop throughout the day. Some just asked how you were doing, while some asked about bringing you things for repairs. One even brought you a canteen of water, saying she'd noticed yours was empty.

You were deeply, deeply confused.

But you didn't actually object.

Rodolfo gently herded you to the normal table at dinner, but he didn't try to make you talk. Just made sure you had food.

Alejandro left for a few days and the whole garrison went extremely weird.

Maybe they just needed some sleep. Or something. Maybe you needed sleep.

Except the next day passed in much the same manner. You hadn't had so much conversation… basically ever. And with so many people! Even one of the kitchen staff found you to ask if you had enough scrap leather to make a holder for a knife.

Which, of course, you did. Not that you'd tell her, the poor woman seemed easily flustered to begin with, but you weren't using scraps for this.

You were also debating between telling Alejandro the entire garrison went nuts while he was gone, or never mentioning any of this again.

You skipped breakfast the next day, sneaking some bread from the kitchen to tide you over until lunch. This, apparently, was a mistake, as what felt like half the garrison showed up at your workshop before lunch. Not all at once, thankfully, mostly alone with a few pairs or small groups showing up.

But still. Highly annoying while you were trying to work.

You were gearing up around lunch time to yell at the group of three hovering outside your door when a dragon trumpeted outside. All three riders perked up, and the youngest (and boldest) of them darted inside to grab you. You barely had time to yelp before the three were half-dragging you off, your feet barely keeping up.

Bright sunlight blinded you for a couple moments as they dragged you clear outside. But you felt the ground-shaking thump of a dragon landing.

You didn't even have time to ask before the three abandoned you. You nearly stumbled, but managed not to. Huffing, you shaded your eyes to look.

Your heart fluttered in your chest.

Caba stopped just in front of you, rumbling a friendly greeting to you, head lowering to breathe hot air on top of your head. You couldn't help but laugh a little, reaching up to pat his snout.

“You're here.” Alejandro sounded surprised but rallied quickly, throwing one leg over Caba's back and sliding down the big dragon's side. He landed easily, making you the teensiest bit jealous - you still nearly faceplanted every time.

“I am,” you agreed, a little perplexed but mostly just happy to see him. “How was your trip?”

He waved a hand, dismissing the question. “Uneventful. Not worth it, as usual.” He paused a moment before he smiled. “But I did find this.”

He produced a flower from nowhere, petals marbled pink and white.

“Oh, it's beautiful.” You smiled, leaning closer to see if the flower had any fragrance. It did, and it smelled wonderful too.

“It's for you.” Alejandro took one of your hands, curling your fingers delicately around the stem.

Your eyes blew wide and you jerked your gaze from the flower to him. He just smiled at you, warm and soft and so pleased.

Excited not-exactly-whispering behind you made both of you turn to look. Alejandro's smile dropped and he huffed softly.

“Excuse me, I have some riders to speak with,” he growled, much less happy now. But he paused and cupped your cheek, leaning in close to whisper, “I'll see you later.” And then he strode off, like a man on a warpath.

You dropped your gaze back to your flower and hid your smile behind it, inexplicably giddy.

#the name of the wind #dragon riders au #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x you #f!reader

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66sharkteeth · 5 months

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ya know claude's never the most popular character. in fact he's usually one of the last on polls to the point it almost feels like a meme.

but claude fans are always the most vocal and at this point i think he's got the 2nd most fan art after rex. i also still see kids kinning CoB out in the wild and every time it's literally always either him or rex. i've seen plenty of CoB kins but never any other than those two.

but anyway, love that for claude. love that as the series goes on more and more people are appreciating his sopping wet cat energy. my fav bounces around a lot throughout the series (other than Finze who is always my #1 fav), but lately it's actually been Claude. If you're a claude fan, there's some very juicy claude content coming up. if you hate him tho, uhhhh. well, you still might like the upcoming episodes. we'll see. either way, they've been some of my fav episodes to write and even tho i'm very nervous about one of them, i can't wait to get to them. fast pass should be seeing them next month

#rambles #claude #city of blank

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femmeslashed · 4 months

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Horseback

Maggie Greene x F!Reader

Content/Warnings: Explicit (18+) Smut, Sex toys. Word Count: 1k

When Maggie asked you to take a ride to town for supplies, you figured she meant in a car. Or any vehicle. There are plenty of vehicles lying around in the farm. But of course the farmer's daughter had to take a horse, which you've never ridden before so, instead of taking two, she coaxed you to just ride along with her on her horse. She also promised to teach you another day.

The sun shines bright hot above your hat. You're seated behind her, as Rodeo steadily trots along the pavement. Your hands are secured around her waist. You can feel the heat of her body behind the thin fabric of her shirt. Along her exposed nape, drops of sweat trail down and all you want to do is stick out your tongue and lick them. Only Maggie knows how to make a girl forget how fucked up the world is.

You place your chin in the crook of her neck instead, and she glances at you briefly with a smile plastered all over her face.

“Told you, you'd like it, sweetheart,” she drawls.

“I don't know… My legs are starting to hurt.”

“That's what you said the other day too when you were straddling my thigh.”

“I guess I'll have to get used to it.”

You both laugh as Maggie pulls on the reins to have Rodeo stopping in front of the pharmacy. She secures the horse reins to one of the columns upfront while you instinctively glance around the ghost town, hoping there'll be no surprise attacks on this beautiful day.

You make your way inside and slowly check out the shelves with a list in hand to pick up only what you need.

“Are you good here on your own?” Asks Maggie.

“Yeah, I can handle myself. Why? Where are you going?”

“I wanna check out something at the dollar store. It's right around the corner.”

“I'll go with you. There's no need to split.”

“No, we'll finish faster this way.”

“Okay, just be careful.”

“I can handle myself too, hon.” She lifts the brim of her hat and leans forward to plant a quick kiss on your lips. “I won't be long. I promise.”

You smile at her as she walks out the door. You observe her through as she disappears to the side and goes back to the task at hand. You find almost everything that was written in the list and put it in your pack. Then you go around the counter to see if there's something else you can take and find a pack of mints at the bottom. Unopened. You grab that for yourself and pop one into your mouth while you wait for her outside.

“Should we check on her, Rodeo?” you pet his fuzzy head and wait a couple of minutes before seeing her turn the corner.

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

Her face splits into a smirk, “yeah, I did.”

“What is it?”

“It's a… Surprise. You'll have to wait till later.”

Though you're really curious to know, you acquiesce and hop back on the horse just like before.

It takes a few hours from the time you return to the farm until you’re all alone again. Maggie tells you to wait for her in her room. You freshen yourself up and rid your body of clothes, leaving on just a pair of panties and tank top. Maggie does the same when she finally sets foot in the room. She secures the lock and excitedly tells you to close your eyes and lay back on the bed.

You feel her form shifting over you, placing a couple of kisses here and there on your stomach before slowly taking your underwear off.

Opening one eye, you smile and she catches you.

“Shh, said close your eyes, baby. You’re about to find out.”

Letting out a sigh, you obey and wait in anticipation to see what she had planned. A beat after, you feel something hard and round pressing at the juncture of your hips.

“Guess what it is.”

“A… hairbrush handle?”

“Close.”

“A microphone?”

“It looks like it, but it’s not that. C’mon, you can tell.”

“I… I’m not sure…”

The object starts softly vibrating against your folds.

“What about now?”

“Oh,” your eyes flick open. “That.”

“That indeed.” Maggie smirks. She’s shifted on the bed and now is lying beside you while her hand gently handles the purple vibrator.

“Where did you find that?”

“The dollar store. It used to be a pickup point. Figure people send shit there that they didn’t want to be delivered home. I check a ton of boxes and jackpot. Got a couple more interesting things we could try later.”

“Hmm,” you listen to her as your folds collect the arousal from the mind-numbing vibration of the toy.

“You like that huh?” She smiles against the corner of your lips as she sets a faster vibration. “Gonna have so much fun with you.”

You grab her forearm as she captures your mouth letting you float into a cloud of pleasure that gets gradually more intense as the tip of the vibrator gingerly moves into your opening.

Maggie tongue swirls in your mouth as the toy goes in and out slowly. You feel it hit right on your g-spot making you moan in her mouth.

AS the speed rises your body squirms on the mattress as your breathing falters.

“Mags, I’m gonna… fuck…” your back arches as you grind against the hard surface of the toy.

“I know baby, come for me.” She pulls the hem of your tank top down to uncover your chest, and heads down to suck on your nipple while you reach the final stretch home.

Your eyes close as your legs start trembling and all of a sudden you're taken away by the powerful vibration of your own orgasm.

“Please, stop,” you wiggle away from the toy as it becomes too much to handle.

“Shh, shh, it’s off. It’s off…” Maggie carefully takes it away as all your juices drip all over her linens.

#maggie greene #maggie greene x reader #maggie greene imagine #twd #twd fanfiction #the walking dead #lauren cohan #imagines #femmeslashedfics #wlw

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storiesofsvu · 1 year

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A Dangerous Game Ch 22

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol, smut. Okay so i did say we were gonna wrap at 25 chapters but I'm smooshing things together cause I didn't have enough meat to fill out chapters and am getting lazy. SO! ONE more chapter after this one. Hopefully soon, but also I work the next two days so we'll see how that works out LOL. Plenty of other stuff in the wip pile otherwise and some bingo squares actually started on so you have content to look forward to, promise.

Both you and Emily were incredibly thankful when there was no last minute new case on Friday, leaving the two of you (and the rest of the team) free to head home right at five. You had enough time to wind down from work, shower and get ready before Emily was knocking at your door. She let out a quiet swear when you pulled open the door and you giggled, kissing her cheek gently before setting the alarm and locking the door. You were in a dusty pink casual yet flirty dress, the neckline enough to tease Emily while still being modest, the hem of the skirt flowing across your mid thigh.

“You know I could’ve met you there.” You commented as you slid into the car, “less back tracking for you to do.”

“Yeah, but I figured I wanted to do this the right way.” She smiled softly at you, her hand naturally finding home on your thigh as she started the car, backing out of your driveway. “You look absolutely gorgeous by the way.”

“Thanks.” Your cheeks flushed, glancing over to her with a warm smile, “so do you.”

Emily hadn’t planned much, not wanting to go too crazy or come off overbearing, telling you just to dress nice but casual was fine. She’d made dinner reservations at Iron Gate Restaurant, a cute little place that was a prime spot for date nights that wasn’t too fancy but just fancy enough. It was warm enough outside that the two of you ended up at a corner table on their back patio, fairy lights strewn overtop of the gardens and candles on the tables to embrace the ambiance.

You started with a round of cocktails while you looked over the menu, the waiter offering wine suggestions when you placed your food orders. The table started with focaccia, cremini mushroom arancini and a citrus salad while the two of you gossiped about work that week, laughing over the stories that Emily had missed out on while trapped in her office.

“I can’t believe you told Morgan about the jet.” She laughed, taking another sip of her drink and you joined in on her laughter.

“Listen, I was hungover as fuck, I needed that couch.”

“Well now he’s insistent on bunking with you on trips to keep us apart.”

“Okay.” You shrugged with a grin, “never stopped us before. He can give us an hour for privacy or he can suffer. Or I’ll bribe Savannah. If he’s gonna cockblock us, I’ll cockblock him right back.”

“You’re cruel.” She chuckled.

“No.” You insisted, “I give back the same energy I’m given.”

“Ah, the changing of a few crucial words and you get away with it.”

“It’s worked so far.” You replied with a teasing shrug and she laughed again, her free hand sneaking across the table top to grab yours before laying a kiss on the back of it, fingers remaining tangled when they hit the table once again.

Wine and dinner came out shortly after that, Emily teasing you for your choice of seafood despite your absolute hatred of crab. You scoffed, pointing out that they were completely different tastes and textures, and that this would be delicious. The playful argument was completely unneeded, but the way it brought a spark to Emily’s eye when she looked at you was all the excuse you needed to dig into her when she ended up liking your choice of dinner better than her own.

You opted to take one of each desserts to go and Emily was obviously insistent on taking care of the cheque. You attempted to open your mouth to object and the look she shot you was enough alone to know she definitely wasn’t going to give in, no matter what you said. You thanked her, kissing the back of her hand before the two of you were gathering your things, making your way out of the restaurant hand in hand. She faltered in her step as you reached the back of the car, turning back to you with a smile on her face and you leant in, kissing her gently, lips lingering against hers a little longer than normal for being in public.

“Thank you for dinner.” You murmured, “it was really nice.”

“It was.” She smiled, pecking you lightly, “should do it again next week.”

“It’s a date.”

“Now…. Am I taking you back across the river?” She raised a brow at you and you laughed.

“We got dessert to go. What did you think? I was just gonna run off with it? Besides, Sergio’ll throw a fit if I don’t come say hi.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes about Sergio, considering you were completely correct and kissed your cheek softly before nudging you in the direction of the passenger side door.

The moment the elevator doors slid shut Emily had you against the wall in a bruising kiss, lips moving with fire against your own. Your arms quickly looped around her shoulders, fingers threading through her hair, your body relaxing into hers. A thigh found its way between your legs, pinning you to the wall and you let out a whine into the kiss when her hands grasped at your hips, grinding you down against her.

“That’s it angel…” she murmured, her breath hot on your skin as she kissed across your jaw, her muscle flexing under you and your head dropped back against the wall, “feel good?”

“Yes daddy…”

The elevator pinged and you barely had enough time to tear away from each other before the doors slid open and you fumbled your way down the short hallway to Emily’s apartment. Once the door was locked behind you Emily’s hands were on you again, shoes were kicked off and her lips found yours, tongue daring to slide into you mouth and you bit back a moan. Your hands slipped under her shirt, whimpering when she broke the kiss to pull the offending fabric over her head before kissing you again, a happy sigh escaping you that she swallowed down. You quickly got rid of her bra, tossing it to the floor and began squeezing at her chest, lips curving up into a grin at the way she practically melted into your touch. Emily’s hands wound around you to find the zipper of your dress, letting the clothing fall to the floor and she pulled back from the kiss, letting out a low swear when she saw the set you had on underneath.

“Christ princess….”

“Figured I should dress up for you.” You shrugged with a playful grin and she chuckled, her eyes darkening as they dragged up your body.

“You always look so pretty for me.” Her hand reached out, brushing a piece of loose hair behind your ear, “but this is… wow…”

“Yeah?” Grinning, your fingers curled into her belt loops, tugging her closer to you so you could kiss her, “I have a feeling it’d look even better on your bedroom floor.”

“Can’t argue with you there.” She smirked, hands ghosting up your sides to grope at your chest through the lace, pinching at your nipples and you sucked in a breath, your back arching towards the touch. Your hips ground against her and you gasped, a small laugh leaving your lips.

“Why am I not surprised you’re already strapped?”

“Didn’t want to waste any time.” She murmured back, her lips beginning to trail down your neck as her hands made quick work of your bra so you could let it fall from your body. Her hands pinched at your nipples as she bit into the crook of your neck, nudging you back onto the bed. “Good girl.”

She undid her pants, kicking them off, cock springing out before she leant over you, fingers in the waistband of your lace panties and she pulled them down your legs. Her hands smoothed back up them, spreading you open for her and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. The moment her mouth lapped at you, your head fell back into the pillows, a happy moan leaving your lips. One of her hands slid up your hip and your own quickly found it, fingers interlacing as she continued to eat you out. Her nose brushed against your clit and you gasped, your hips rocking up to the sensation as your free hand tangled into her hair, holding her gently to you.

Emily’s tongue darted out, pulling your juices into her mouth, groaning over the taste she adored so much, her free hand pressed down your thigh, spreading you even further open for her, just the way she liked. Her mouth sucked at you, moaning against your pussy, the vibrations shaking through you deep into your core. She shifted up, latching around your clit, letting her tongue trace patterns across it while two fingers slipped into your pussy. Her eyes flicked up so she could watch the way your body thrived against the bed, whimpers and whines escaping your lips while her fingers pumped and curled within you. Your pussy was soaked, fluttering around her with each brush of her fingers.

“Fuck… oh god daddy… feels so…so… fuckin good.”

She sucked harder on your clit, tongue pressing down heavily on it while her fingers curled right against the spongey spot inside of you and you cried out, coming undone, thighs shaking around her.

“Good girl.” She praised, kissing just above your clit before pulling her fingers from you. Before she could even blink, your hand wrapped around her wrist and you were sitting up, pulling her slicked fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean of your juices.

“Please fuck me daddy.” You mewled, nearly pouting as you did so and she swore again, knowing that you were likely going to be the death of her.

“Lie back princess.” She urged after stealing another kiss, watching the way your tits bounced when you did as she asked, spreading your legs even wider for her.

She ran the tip of her cock through your folds, smearing it with your juices and your eyes fluttered shut, breath catching in your throat. She lined the toy up, sinking into you inch by inch until she was completely buried within you and you let out a low moan when she circled her hips. She leant over you and your hands instantly wrapped around her, fingers digging into her skin as she began to move her hips. Her mouth wrapped around a nipple, sucking it into her mouth, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin as she set a steady rhythm. Each thrust her cock seemed to hit every inch of your pussy that you needed and you let out a whine, one of your legs wrapping around her to pull her even tighter to you.

“Harder…” you moaned, “please.”

She bit down harder in the same moment that her hips heavily rocked into yours and you gasped, your hands digging deeper into her skin, pulling a moan from her. She braced one of her hands on the bed, fucking deeper and harder with each thrust of her hips, your whimpers and whines getting louder and longer with each push of her cock. Your hips began to rock up to meet hers eagerly, begging for more,

“God… fuck…oh fuck!”

Emily’s teeth sunk into the curve of your breast, her tongue lapping out to soothe the burn but you both knew there’d be a mark for days to come. She licked across your collar bone, placing a kiss on it before making home in the crook of your neck, mouth licking, biting and sucking while she continued to fuck you.

You were a whimpering mess by now, your entire body on fire and completely consumed by her. Her cock filling you so precisely in only a way she could, her fingers pinching at your nipple, tracing patterns across your skin, your senses were overloaded with Emily, her perfume surging through you, bringing tingles to your skin with each inhale you took. She could feel the way your thighs were beginning to tremble around her, the shake in your breath and her lips formed a smirk on your skin.

“Gonna come for me angel? Come all over daddy’s cock?”

“S—so close.” You whimpered, gasping when her cock thrust heavily into you.

Emily’s hand vanished from your chest, sneaking down in between your bodies to find your clit, pinching it when she did so and your legs tightened around her, a loud moan leaving your lips. Her fingers began to rub in time with her thrusts, pressing harder and harder with each roll of her hips.

“That’s it princess… let go…” She husked into your ear, biting at the lobe and you cried out, shaking in her arms as your orgasm washed over you.

Your body shook, tensing around Emily, nails digging into her skin, burying yourself into the crook of her neck in an attempt to be fully absorbed by her, wanting to feel nothing but her in that moment of pleasure that continued to wash over you, wave after wave. You could hear her voice, but were completely unaware of what she was saying, everything was a haze until you could feel the drag of her cock in your pulsating pussy and let out a shuddering breath, letting go of her and collapsing down into the pillows with a sigh. She gazed down at you with a happy smile, her hips stilling against yours as her hand caressed at your cheek, thumb rubbing at your skin until she was certain you’d had enough of a chance to catch your breath. Leaning down she kissed you softly, lips moving with grace against yours and there was no place in the world either of you wanted to be in that moment. She slipped out of you, leaving the strap to be dealt with later and rolled onto her back, wrapping an arm around you in the warm embrace that you gladly accepted, curling around her body.

Your leg nestled between hers, head resting on her chest and your arm lazily strewn around her while you slowly came back down to earth. Emily’s hand came up to the back of your head, gently scratching at it, playing with your hair and she left a tender kiss on the top of your head. Everything felt right, felt peaceful, comfortable and despite the air cooling as the night wore on, a warmth was wrapped around the two of you that you knew wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. The silence took over the room, only the sound of your breathing and happy little hums as you simply basked in the embrace of each other.

You let out a happy sigh, nuzzling into her body deeper, kissing at her bare skin and she hummed softly, kissing your head once again. A warmth bloomed throughout her as you nestled against her, pressing gentle kisses to her skin. Her eyes drifted down at the feeling of your finger tips on her skin and she caught the way they were softly tracing the pattern of the scar on her stomach, ghosting over the white lines and Derek’s words from the other day replayed through her head.

“Hey…” she whispered softly, gently squeezing at you.

“Hmm?” You replied without looking up.

“I wanna tell you something. Something that should help make sense of why I did things the way I did…”

“Okay..”

“Years ago…. I was the target for someone, someone who wanted to see me in pain before actually killing me. Meaning they were going after my team first and I decided to be dumb, I thought the only way to protect the people I cared about was to go take care of it myself, go straight to the source of the violence.” Your fingers stilled in their pattern, shifting off the scar as your head tilted up at her and she stalled in her words at the expression on your face.

“I know about Doyle.”

“What?” Her brow furrowed and you shrugged.

“It’s not every day an FBI agent comes back from the dead. Everybody knows about the legendary… or… reckless depending on you who ask, Agent Prentiss. I’d just never heard a first name or seen a picture. So yeah…” you nuzzled back into her chest, letting out a happy sigh at the feeling, “I know the Dewald thing kinda just brought you right back there and you didn’t want to repeat history, especially with me in your place.”

Silence overtook you, your hand curled around her waist this time, thumb rubbing across her soft skin as you waited for her to absorb your words. She kissed your head, her lips lingering on you before she spoke once again,

“Is that why you never asked about the scar?” She felt her brow furrow and you shrugged.

“I’ve been in law enforcement long enough to know not to ask about scars. Hell, even before I started this job. You never know if it’s gonna bring up some super painful memory or if it’s from something like falling off the swings as a kid.”

“Hmm…” She replied and you could feel the wariness flowing off her, so you shifted up onto your elbow to look up at her again.

“Emily…” your voice was soft and hearing her name on your lips like that made her heart nearly stop, the adoring gaze in your eyes completely melting her. “We’re good. Okay? You don’t need to be constantly apologizing or explaining yourself or buying gifts. Give it another month and we’ll be arguing over something trivial like whose turn it is to take out the trash.” Your smile brought a laugh to her lips, worry washing away as the sparkle in her eye returned while you leaned up to kiss her. “We’re more than good. Okay?”

“Okay.” She smiled brightly, letting out a happy sigh when you nestled back into her chest, “as long as you know that I’m in this for the long haul, that I want it to really be something and mean something.

“I do.” You murmured.

“So much so that I may have mentioned something to the director earlier today.” She winced at the way your body tensed against her.

“And… what would that have been?”

“I didn’t specify things, I just brought up that something was… blooming and I wanted to get in front of it professionally.”

You propped up on your elbow again and Emily frowned at the worry wavering in your eyes, “are they gonna transfer me?”

“No!” Her hand shot out, cradling your cheek, “no baby, no. I didn’t even mention you by name. We’ll have to go in and sign some paperwork on Monday, there will be some situations where you report to the section chief or director directly instead of me. Any evals or performance reviews will be done by them instead, and they’ll likely keep a closer eye on us in the field for a bit, but we can do this.”

“Good.” You smiled, leaning in to kiss her, “because I really like this job. And I also really like the idea of not having to sneak around or be worried about it all the time.”

“And we won’t have to.” She kissed you softly, lips curving up against yours as she did.

“When do we tell the team?” You asked and she sighed heavily.

“Let’s give it a bit? If that’s okay with you?”

“Please, Morgan and Garcia are already having field days with it, let them get the major teases out before everyone’s in on it.”

“Knowing Garcia that’ll only take the rest of the week.” Emily chuckled and you laughed.

“Well then let’s make the week worth it.” You murmured as you leant in, your lips brushing her skin as you caged her into the bed and she let out a chuckle, eagerly accepting the kiss.

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Hi goldy

Correct me if I'm wrong but we never have jikook isolated from the group other than gcf t and the snaps of them together in the dvds and memories etc.. so the jikook travel show its really the first time ever were we'll see them interact with each other for the longest time I'm so excited and not expecting anything thing in particular but I hope that we will have real talk scene between them , and I'm ready for the fandom to make the show about the other guys even though they're not there 😭😭 so what do you excited about the most ?

Really??? We haven't?????

Do their Solo lives count? Or their Solo off schedule dates count??? Cos there's plenty of those too.

I'm more curious than excited

I know how entertaining those two can be so I don't expect this to be anything less but I'm curious as to the why of it all.

Just how much thought did they put into this?

Is it jx another gcf elevated to the status of official content to avoid talks🤔

Is it going to be an actual travel show with them engaging in survival challenges facing extreme weather getting lost at night or is it going to be more of a cozy staycation

What was their vision? How much of it was realized

AND WHY THE HELL DO THEY THINK ELBOWING THE OTHER WHILE THEY SLEEP WOULD FUN😩

They actually filmed themselves sleeping on the same bed when I recall years ago they were the same ones to turn off their cams- the only ones to do that.

I'm so jealous they get to share a bed keep warm at night and call it entertainment when all over the world gay rights are being reeled back!

I don't see how this could be made about other members if it's a jikook show JIKOOK 🤔

I'm hoping they don't name drop other members even in the most innocent way cos that would be the excuse they would use to beat it down our necks that's for sure.

"He was with so so and so and couldn't stop thinking about so so and so""

"See, he was forced to do that show he wanted to go with reindeer"

I hate it here 😒

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angeleyes ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

ʜɪ ! ɪ ꜱᴀᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʙᴢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴀɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ :) ɪ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴛʀᴜɴᴋꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ɢꜰ (ʏᴋ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʀɪᴄʜ) ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴛᴄ !! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴍ <- anon

pairing: trunks/f!reader

words: 1,224

content warnings: none.

tags: fluff, drabbles, romance, sfw.

rating: G

a/n: so fluffy it might make you explode. or at least cause massive amounts of eye rolling 😭. hope you enjoy it nonetheless ⋆˙⟡♡✧˖°

"I've told you before, it's my money. I can do whatever I want with it!"

"But-"

"And no buts! This is my house and if I say we're going out to the fair then that's what we'll do." The young man smiled down at his girlfriend as she pouted up at him in a sulk.

She knew how much he loved this time of year, when all the local businesses would set up stalls around the town square for people to come along and buy their wares from them.

It was like Christmas on steroids, with everything being open until late into the night every day of the week. There were rides, games, food stalls and so many other things to see and do.

“But you know I don't like crowds," she whined. "And there's bound to be lots of drunk people who might try something."

"I promise I won't let anyone take advantage of you while we're here. And besides, everyone knows me. They'd never dare mess with us." He gave her a kiss on the cheek before standing up and pulling her up by the hand. "Come on, let's go."

She sighed as she followed him out of the door and towards the car. He had a point though; he could probably handle any trouble that came his way if it did arise.

Even now, they only needed to look at each other for a few seconds and they both knew exactly what the other one was thinking.

They drove through the town centre and parked up near the edge of the market area.

“We should get some tickets first," he said as they got out of the car. "That way we can ride all the rides without having to wait in line."

"I suppose so," she replied. "But you know I'm not really that fond of rollercoasters or anything too fast."

He laughed as he took her arm and led her over to the entrance gate.

A few moments later, they were inside the grounds and walking amongst the stalls which lined either side of the walkway.

Most of them sold clothes, jewellery and other accessories but there were also plenty of food stands selling hot dogs, chips and candyfloss.

"It looks busy already," he commented as they made their way slowly through the throng of people.

"I think we're going to have to fight our way through. But I think I know a shortcut."

"Oh goodie!" she replied sarcastically. "How exciting! Let's go."

The finally found the ticket booth.

“Two please," he said to the lady behind the counter. "For two adults."

She handed them each a paper ticket as well as a plastic bag containing a pair of wristbands.

He slipped his on and watched as his girlfriend did the same.

Once they'd put their bags back in the boot, he looked around and spotted a small kiosk on the far side of the field.

"Come on," he said excitedly. "Let's go on the merry-go-round."

He grabbed your hand and pulled you along after him as he made his way across the grass.

You could hear the music playing as you walked towards the brightly coloured horses.

When you got to the front you realised there was a queue leading onto the ride itself and several more queues waiting to get on once the previous ones had left.

"I knew i should've bought out the fairground earlier," he muttered.

"Oh hush, it doesn't matter," she whispered sweetly in return. He started pushing the people in front of him aside until he reached the head of the queue.

As soon as his turn arrived, he held your hand tightly as you stepped aboard the ride.

You held on to his waist firmly and gripped tight the metal bars above your head.

Then, the whole thing began moving round and round, faster than you thought possible.

Your boyfriend's hands tightened even further as you squealed with excitement whilst trying desperately not to lose grip of the bar.

After about five minutes of dizzying motion, the ride stopped again and you felt yourself start falling forwards as it slowed right down.

Luckily your boyfriends strong arms kept you from plunging off the seat completely, although they couldn't keep hold of one hand for very long.

“Wheeee!! That was fun," you cried breathlessly. "Let's do another!"

“We should go on one of those little bumper cars next," he suggested with a chuckle. You nodded your agreement eagerly.

They headed towards the exit and went outside where there were dozens upon dozens of these miniature vehicles racing around a large wooden track.

You choose a vehicle and climbed inside. Your boyfriend choose one nearby, hopped in beside you and wrapped his arms around you protectively.

"Hold on baby," he growled softly in your ear.

"Ooohhhhhh!" you screamed in delight as you careered around corners, narrowly missing other cars on numerous occasions.

You bounced up and down against the seat as you spun around, laughing madly, feeling safe in your boyfriends embrace.

Eventually he released his grasp on you suddenly and you fell forward as you tried to grab the steering wheel. The force sent you hurtling off the seat and crashing to the floor, hard enough to knock the wind out of you.

"You alright?" he asked, looking concerned.

"Y-yeah I think so," you stammered between gasps for air.

“I love you," he told you as he leaned down and kissed you tenderly.

After a moment you recovered your senses enough to smile at him and reply.

"I love you too."

A short time later, you were sat back down enjoying yourselves on one of the benches whilst he was feeding you ice cream.

You were giggling like children, holding hands and talking about all the stupid things that happened to you during the day. Eventually, the sun started setting and the crowd started thinning away.

“I know sometimes we argue but it makes me happy to spend time with you," he told you earnestly.

"It does make me happy too," you admitted. "I wouldn't want to change a thing."

"You’re so beautiful," he continued dreamily. "So caring and compassionate too. If you weren't so shy, I could tell you how wonderful you are to me."

You blushed deeply, embarrassed at having been spoken to quite so openly.

But still you felt your heart begin to beat faster as the words sank in deep within your mind. He leant in closer, his voice dropping even lower.

"I've fallen in love with you," he mumbled quietly into your hair. "And I intend to marry you someday."

You froze up instantly and stared wide eyed at him. His face dropped slightly and he cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Well, it’s getting late we better head home," he said with forced jollity. "It's a long drive tomorrow."

You nodded dumbly and allowed him to lead you back towards the car.

Once they were both seated safely inside, he turned towards you with a big grin plastered across his handsome features.

"So..." you murmured uncertainly. "Are you sure...you meant that...?"

His mouth split into a huge grin and he shook his head playfully as he spoke.

"Yes, of course. What kind of idiot do you take me for? Now buckle up, sweetheart, 'cause it's gonna be a bumpy ride!"

#trunks #trunks x reader #dbz x reader #trunks dbz #trunks sfw

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