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merbear25 · 9 days

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Having a spicy dream about you

You'd crept your way into their minds when they were at their most vulnerable―sound asleep. Your captivating nature seduced them in their dreams, leaving their bodies susceptible to the aftermath in reality.

CW: SFW but very suggestive (wet dreams), gn!reader

Monster trio

Luffy: indulging in a celebratory feast, he imagined you there by his side sharing laughs and fun stories with everyone. Having an abundance of food splayed out for you, stuffing his face with whatever he grabbed, your hand got caught in the crossfire. Nearly shoving your hand into his mouth, the bonk you gave him on the head snapped him out of it. The short fit of bickering that followed somehow morphed the scenery to only the two of you; everyone else was gone and you two were starting to lightly poke at each other’s sides, which led to tickling and eventually had him fully on top of you.

Clanking from the kitchen broke his spell and the seductive aroma of breakfast fully got his attention. Marching into the kitchen with his belly empty and his smile full, his grin was turned upside down when his eyes fell on you. Bits from his dream were hazy, yet those parts at the end with you were the most prominent.

When you greeted him, he simply stared at you, trying to force those remnants of you deep into the crevices of his mind. Taking his seat, you were rightfully confused and taken aback by his coldness but decided to drop it. In doing so, you never found out what his deal was, but even if you had grilled him, he would’ve taken it to his grave.

Zoro: Giving each swing his all against each foe that threw themselves at him, he wasn’t even breaking a sweat. Failing to live up to their reputation, the clan cowered, but that was until their leader, who’d scurried off earlier, came back with you in chains. Trying to get the upper hand, they’d sealed their fate, for the wielded blades came crashing down on the empire they’d been building. With you having been terrified for your life, you wanted nothing more than to thank your hero. He was feeling particularly self-indulgent and allowed himself to get lost in the pleasures you were so willing to give.

Seconds before the dream progressed, a large wave crashing against the side of the ship jolted him awake. Wide-eyed at the lude subcontext, he couldn’t do much for a moment other than blink. Shaking off the thoughts of where the dream was heading, he wiped the sleep from his eyes. The sun was blinding, so he didn’t notice you approaching him.

“Hm?” He glared at your muffled yapping.

“I said your back’s all wet!” You laughed off his rigidness, since he looked rather silly sitting with a grumpy face and soaked in sea water.

Brushing off your giggles, he avoided eye contact. He didn’t want to be reminded of how he’d pictured you in his dream. You could expect the rest of the day to play out like this: minimal, mostly one-sided, conversations. He had no intention of telling you about his dream and would rather shove it away, so as not to die of embarrassment.

Sanji: The sea breeze had just picked up as the setting sunlight casted upon your face—your beauty only rivaled by the gods. You'd just pulled out of a steamy kiss, your taste still lingering on his lips. Looking deep into each other's eyes, you motioned your head lower. Vision blurring from your generosity, a loud crash from the kitchen rudely awoke him.

Jolting awake, he was still in a daze. Shouting came from the kitchen, making him roll his eyes at the assumption that Luffy had something to do with the commotion. Peering down, a wet patch had started seeping on the covers. Throwing on the first pair of pants he saw, he waited for the redness in his face to subside before venturing outside his room.

If it were any other day, he’d be thrilled to see your lovely face. You were still as gorgeous as ever, although it was torment to gaze at you with such thoughts of ‘if only’ still stampeding through his fantasies. Feeling as if he’d brought shame to you, he wasn’t the most talkative the first half of the day. When you asked what was wrong, he may or may not tell you…depending solely on how you approached this situation.

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eksvaized · 4 months

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[ Previous ┃ Next ] part 2

Simon last spoke with you three and a half days ago, which is approximately 72 hours and 720 minutes, according to his count.

By the time he paid for your coffee, learnt your name and had a brief conversation with you, the weather had cleared up. Despite the growing force of the wind and the encroaching grey clouds, you decided to tempt fate and venture out. You said goodbye to Simon, your hand brushing down his arm as you offered him a faint smile, before leaving the coffee shop, hoping to reach home before the rain started pouring.

The first night he came home, he tossed and turned in bed, struggling to fall asleep, desperately attempting to erase thoughts of you. But the image of your face was etched deep in his mind.

The next morning, he kept himself busy with various tasks, too. However, when he would least expect it and his guard would be down, thoughts of you would pray their way into his head. He recalled the innocent look you gave him, and how your cheeks blushed with a rosy hue as you thanked him for the coffee. You promised to find a way to pay him back, or at the very least return the favour the next time you crossed paths.

He intentionally avoided using his phone for the whole two days and even went to the extent of refusing to enter or spend time in his office. However, in the end, he gave up and broke the promise he made to himself, his resolve crumbling under the weight of temptation.

One early morning, after brewing himself a cup of strong black coffee, over-sweetened of course, he began searching for you on the internet.

Simon only had your first name, which made it seem like a challenging and almost impossible task - not for him, though. He had to scroll endlessly, refresh the pages every so often and then meticulously analyse every single profile on every single social media platform. Despite the tedious process, after hours of sitting in his dimly lit office, staring at the computer screen, he finally achieved his goal. He found you.

Most of your stuff was private; he had to find a way around it.

For various reasons, he didn’t want to use his personal account, which was old and neglected, as he wasn’t fond of sharing every detail of his life, including his identity, where he worked, or what he liked.

So, he set up a burner account. There was a slim chance you would accept his follow request, but after a day of waiting and anxiously checking his phone every five minutes for new notifications, one finally popped up. Apparently, you didn’t find it strange that his new account didn’t have a picture or a name, and you added him.

Simon stayed up all night analysing your photos. Aside from the fact that you enjoyed documenting every second of your life, nothing stood out too much. You posted about your trips. Every time you went out with your friends, whether it was a night out in a club or a brunch at your favourite restaurant, taking a picture was mandatory. He suppressed a low chuckle as his eyes skimmed the captions under some photos. He had a dry sense of humour, yet he thought you were adorable and witty, even if your jokes only consisted of silly puns.

He was completely infatuated with you, even though you were still a stranger to him, a woman he coincidentally encountered on a gloomy fall day. The voice in the back of his mind kept urging him to slow down, telling him he needed to take a break, slow down and breathe. If he keeps himself glued to the computer, his fixation is bound to transform into a poisonous obsession.

He emptied his mind, casting aside all the righteous thoughts out of his head, and surrendered himself to the darkness, fully embracing his twisted nature as he continued to act on his impulses.

Simon also investigated your friends as well, but again, he couldn’t uncover anything useful apart from the fact that you and your two closest girlfriends had a habit of going to the local nightclub every other Friday night. He found the address of it and jotted it down on his notepad in messy handwriting, thinking it could come in handy.

Maybe the next time you see him, it will be in a crowd, while loud music blasts from the speakers and the scent of alcohol and sweat mixes and lingers in the air. You might feel lightheaded from the drinks, so when your eyes would settle on Simon, you will recognise him and hopefully have enough courage to approach him.

He rubbed his eyes, which were strained from staring at the computer screen for too long. Simon was ready to go to bed, but just as he scrolled a tiny bit lower, he stumbled upon a picture of you with a man by your side: his hand affectionately wrapped around your shoulder, drawing you closer to him as his lips pressed to your cheek.

Anger. Jealousy. Confusion.

That was all he felt. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, causing chaos within him. He didn’t know you. You two were strangers. And he had no right to be possessive of someone he had met once. However, his infatuation with you consumed him and compelled him to act irrationally.

If he believed he had finished for the night, he was mistaken. Now he had a new target to investigate.

Unlike your private profile, the man in the photo had all of his accounts open to the public. After doing some digging and finding some very old posts and pictures, he discovered that Matt – that was his name – was your ex-boyfriend, your high-school sweetheart with whom you separated after you moved to a different city.

You and Matt hadn’t seen each other in a very long time. However, his most recent photo revealed that the two of you recently went out for dinner to reconnect and catch up; it seemed like your ex-boyfriend was back in your life.

Simon wanted — needed — to know more, but there was only so much information he could gather while sitting in front of a computer.

After crawling into bed, he lit a cigarette, aware that the nicotine would help him unwind, before falling asleep.

He knew he had to come up with a plan, and figure out a way to get to know you. Countless questions and thoughts were swirling in his mind, but one thing was absolutely clear to him: he had plans for the Friday night, which involved him, for the first time in a while, dressing up, going out and stepping his foot inside some dingy nightclub.

Simon went through your profile again before closing his eyes, absorbing every detail. Despite his frustration, the sight of your face, your lovely smile, and your bright eyes peering at him through his phone screen caused a sudden surge of heat to spread throughout his entire body.

As his intense desire for that sweet release grew stronger and stronger, a fiery sensation ignited in his abdomen. It was wrong and vile, but his hand, slowly and tauntingly, made its way down his torso and slipped into his boxers. His imagination ran wild and conjured a variety of promiscuous scenarios, which included you, on top of him, rolling your hips in sync with his, as your soft voice whispered his name, letting it echo off the bedroom walls; your words barely audible as you begged him not to stop.

#call of duty #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #writing #ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #cod #ghost x you #cod ghost #novella #ghost call of duty #ghost #PO2

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sharedramblings · 1 year

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Just For You

Summary: Cold weather. Dry lips. Larissa.

Author's note: A silly idea made by my silly little mind. The longer this stays on my drafts, the stronger the urge to just delete it completely.

Additional note: Just want to thank @yourlocaldisneyvillain @sapphicsbeloved @saphire-scribbles for letting me know of your thoughts on the last fic! I was having doubts if I should keep it posted so I'm glad you found it alright. :)

And to answer @digital-demise (who I can't seem to tag) yes, that's the game I had in mind. I agree that it's a classic! I love how it challenges the teamwork and dynamics of the players. I'm glad you recognized it.

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A shiver runs down your spine again so you momentarily stopped checking the paper you were grading. You looked at the fire on your left, still offering you additional warmth in the rather cold weather. You chanced a glance at Larissa, and you saw her still laser focused on her laptop which brought a smile on your face. You love seeing glimpses of her while she's busy.

But before you can fully stare and take her in, you shook your head out of it, forcing yourself to finish the ungraded papers on your table.

Spending the last few hours of the workday on Larissa's office has been integrated on your day for months now. A spare foldable table is permanently stored in her office, waiting until your classes are finally over. This routine started to remedy the unfortunate matter of rarely seeing each other during the weekdays due to work, and also because you always want to accompany her on the walk through her chambers once she's done with the day's workload. The good night's, the handholding, the little squeezes in between, the light conversation, the shared smiles, and the kisses– well, those were just some perks you always look forward to when you reach your destination. You were absolutely smitten, and you took pride in that fact.

You can see that you only have a few more papers left, and you're annoyed that you have to stop once again. It's still the weather's fault but this time you weren't trembling from the cold, but rather chewing on your bottom lip as you felt how dry it is.

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You turn your attention to your bag, searching for the short tube that would aid you in your current problem. You checked your purse, it's not there. You also checked the various pockets, hoping you put it there but it's not in any of it. So you decided to look in the entirety of the bag, hands moving your things on the side yet you still came up empty-handed.

You're confused. Where did you place it? You tried again. Maybe second time's the charm.

No, it apparently isn't.

You sighed before facing Larissa. It's a long shot, but you'd still take it. "Rissa? Have you seen my lip balm?"

She glanced at you, head slightly tilted at the side before she hummed her yes. She stood up and walked towards you, stopping on the side of the table in front of you.

"Open up" Her eyes, which seem fixated on your lips, affirms what she was pertaining to.

You gave her a quizzical look, but you decided to do it after a few seconds. She could have just told you where it was so you could have applied the lip balm on your own, but if she wants to do it, then you'll let her be.

She leans down, the pad of her thumb tracing your lips before proceeding to caress your cheek. You hold your gaze up at her, her undivided attention making your cheeks heat up.

You didn't have the time to question why she's leaning even further when her lips met yours in a kiss, your eyes instinctively closing at the contact. A shiver runs the length of your body, now for a different yet very much welcome reason, as her tongue follows the path that her thumb traced on your lips. You let out a hum, your hand shooting up to stroke the back of her hand that's still holding your face. Her tongue claims your mouth, and you allow her to explore, too drunk on her kiss to think about anything else.

When you felt that she's about to pull away, you went to chase her so as to not end the kiss, but the hand in your cheek prevented you from doing so.

"How's that?"

You slowly blinked multiple times, eyes finding hers. You ran your tongue on your bottom lip, still reeling from the kiss. You just stare at her for a bit, your mind yet to form any coherent thought. The slight raise on her eyebrows was what made you talk, "Is that a new brand of lip balm?"

She nods before muttering the confirmation, playing along with what she started.

"I think it's my favorite" She chuckles at that, a proud smirk adorning her face. Despite the smirk though, you noticed the faint blush in her cheeks. She's just as affected as you are.

"It's exclusively yours, darling"

"I sure hope so. I'll fight anyone who dares try them" Larissa laughs at that. Her eyes shimmering with adoration.

You grabbed her hand, placing a small kiss on the back of it. You felt her squeeze your hand before she goes back to her chair.

"Oh, and before I forget, your lip balm is hidden on the stack of papers"

You crane your neck to look, and there it is. The embarrassment flared up the heat on your cheeks. It slipped your mind that you placed it there.

Larissa could have had easily told you where it was, but then again she seemed to have a plan in mind. One that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter widely.

"Thanks. I don't want it anymore, though. I already have my new favorite" You playfully said as you kept the lip balm safe in your bag.

Her answering smirk made you blush even harder. You knew then that you'll be distracted to finish the rest of the papers in front of you, but you'll still try nonetheless.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader

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callsign-daydream · 7 months

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It's Just a Costume - TGM

Summary: Amelia's throwing a Halloween party, and all the Daggers are invited. Jake decides he and Hallie are going in together on a costume--just as friends! Yet he might find he regrets his decision...

Warnings/Content: Starred out swearing, suggestive jokes, dumb fluff, denial of feelings, just silliness, OC included (about her here), Hangman x OC, mention of big bro Rooster to Amelia aka Birdfam

Word Count: 992

A/N: Surprise! I wrote a random short and barely edited it, but it was super fun to write, and I hope it's fun to read. Enjoy, and have a safe halloween if you celebrate! <3

It's Just a Costume

“You going to Amelia’s party?”

Hallie looked up from her phone to the blonde man sprawled on her couch, who was also on his phone. She wasn’t sure when Jake had started ending up there every Tuesday night, but she still hadn’t kicked him out. Apparently he was permanently in her post-work life now.

“Yeah, why?”

Bradley had begged them all before briefings that day to come to a Halloween party Amelia was throwing. She’d invited all her school friends plus some of the “cool kids,” and having fully embraced his role as an non-blood-related big brother, Bradley promised her it was going to be the bash of the century. Part of that plan was inviting the Daggers, despite the strict no drinking rule Penny had set out from the start.

“We have to decide on our costume.”

Hallie stared, despite Jake’s face continuing to be glued to his phone. They weren’t dating. Their Tuesdays always ended promptly with Jake leaving at eleven. Any weekend plans usually involved other Daggers. Hallie knew they were just friends, and she didn’t have a problem with that. She knew Jake and watched him flirt his way around the Hard Deck every Friday, and did her own fair share of it when the occasion arose.

Yet he’d drop a line like that from time to time and make her wonder why he always slunk his way back to her couch. If he was ever serious about his flirtatious catchphrases, she didn’t know if she’d slap him or flirt back. As far as work was concerned, it was best not to consider either.

“We’re not a couple.” She voiced her thoughts.

“And?”

“So why would we wear a couple’s costume?”

He finally sat up and smirked at her over the back of the couch. His hair was out of place from his lounging. Hallie decided not to mention it.

“You can wear matching costumes as friends. Unless you really want to dress as my girl.”

“In your dreams.”

“Every night.”

Hallie threw a Chips Ahoy at him. Jake laughed.

“Besides, how can you resist this?” He held out his phone.

Hallie found it hard to believe that was what he’d been doing all night until she came closer and saw the “inspiration” photo he found.

“Absolutely not.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Jake, we’re already naval aviators.”

“These are sexy naval aviators.”

“This is a teen’s party!”

“So you’d wear it to the afterparty at the Hard Deck?”

Hallie felt her face turning red and willed it to stop. “I like to be covered, thank you very much.”

“This is covered.”

“Forget it!” Hallie crossed her arms. “Besides, I already consider myself a sexy naval aviator without booty shorts.”

His eyes flicked over her current outfit. Hallie rolled her eyes, but pulled at the hem of her shorts anyway. Short, maybe, but at least three inches longer than the photo.

“You have to try harder than that if you want to see my ***,” she added.

Jake turned red, opened his mouth, then shut it. He was quick to go back to his phone. Revenge was sweet when she could manage to corner him verbally, rare as it was. She savored it, sweet as the taste of her next chocolate chip cookie.

He stayed quiet as he scrolled. Pity struck her. She hated when he deflated like a kid benched at their first football game.

“We could be a cowgirl and a cowboy,” Hallie suggested, trying to boost his mood.

He made a face. “My culture ain’t your costume.”

Hallie rolled her eyes. “Fine then, Little Red Riding Hood. You can be the wolf.”

“And hide this face?”

“I’m about to do something you won’t like to that face.”

“Easy there, Dreamgirl.” He held his phone up again. “How ‘bout this?”

Hallie cocked her head. It was definitely a couple’s costume, not a pair of friends, and she was about to say so when she caught his eyes. The little kid was back, like a boy asking his mom what she thought of his latest stick figure drawing. Innocent, almost hopeful. Hallie cursed in her head. She needed to stop letting him get his way.

“Fine.”

“I knew you’d love it.”

“Uh huh,” she mumbled as he shook her shoulder.

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“You ready, Dreamgirl?”

Jake strolled into the apartment. Unlocked, as always. He really needed to find an auto-locking doorknob for Hallie. He was always amazed she hadn’t been robbed yet.

“In a minute!” Hallie’s voice rang out from the bathroom.

He took the opportunity to check his costume in the mirror. He was pretty proud of how it’d come together, black leather jacket and all, despite his blonde hair admittedly ruining the Danny Zuko look. His hair had some extra gel in it, and he was just getting out the comb he’d brought along to shape it more when he heard the clacking of Hallie’s heels behind him.

He turned and had to remind his jaw to stay up.

The tight black leggings suited her too well. Her blonde curls, normally tamed into braids each day, were allowed free and wild, and her red lips matched her heels. It’d apparently been a long time since he’d seen her out of a flightsuit or Tuesday-night sweats, because for a moment, his brain screamed at him to pull her to his side and keep her there all night.

Maybe this costume was a bad idea.

“Problem, Seresin?” Her smirk said it all. She knew she looked good.

Jake was quick to recover. They were friends. Coworkers. Nothing else.

“Almost didn’t recognize you without grease on your face.” He made a swipe at her and earned a shove back.

“Whatever, Bagman. Let’s go help so Roo doesn’t put us on cleanup duty.”

She led the way down the hall. He caught his eyes wandering and snapped to military attention right before she sent a smirk back at him.

Definitely a bad idea.

#daydream writes #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #top gun fanfiction #oc: hallie a jones #top gun oc #hallie daydream a jones #jake hangman seresin #birdfam #(mentioned)#be safe out there for those who celebrate halloween!#oneshot #hangman X oc

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koco-coko · 4 months

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OC Info Post: Bonnabel de Saint-Germain

(This is most certainly my most self-indulgent and somehow also my most thought-out OC. Enjoy my unadulterated silliness)

@drewadoodle hi here's the mansion baby (apparently i have one for the castle trio too except that one's fully an adult so if I post her I can tag you in that one too if ya want)

General:

Full name: Bonnabel de Saint-Germain

Nickname: Bonnie, Bon-Bon (Arthur specific), Bell (Theo and Vincent specific)

Birthday: November 8th

Likes: Outdoors, Pastries, Mousette, Reading

Dislikes: Sour Flavors, Math, Rules

Background: A mysterious infant showed up on Le Comte de Saint-Germain’s doorstep one night during a banquet with the residents, and she’s been called his daughter ever since. All she came with was a homemade birth certificate, a stuffed toy of a pastel blue bat, and a wax-sealed letter. The contents of said letter are only known to Comte and Leonardo and he has refused to share it with anyone else, even Bonnie herself. A strange injection Bonnabel took as a newborn has made it so that they are unable to detect what kind of vampire she is, though Comte doesn’t seem too concerned about that fact…

Through the Ages

(aka the main differences between Bonnabel’s different ages without getting into deep spoilers because I’m writing a fic with her hehe.) (Bonnabel is almost always portrayed in the Childhood stage. Sometimes teenage [mostly with castle trio])

Childhood– Bonnabel, wild and carefree. Don’t even try to make her sit still– she’ll bite your hands with dull, stubby fangs until you let her go. The biggest nuisance and agent of chaos the house has seen in a while. Temper tantrums and dramatic outbursts are common, and as a vampire, she’s really yet to understand her strength. Still… There is something endearing about her reckless abandon and pure fascination with life. She’s sweet and kind all the same, she just has her moments.

Teenage years– Outdoor play time has turned into calm walks through the garden and snack time is now tea time. Although Bonnabel’s matured since being in single digits, everyone can tell something about her is just… off. Maybe it’s the way she’s shy about everything, how reclusive she’s become, how utterly captivated she is by space, or perhaps the way she’s withdrawn from everything other than her studies. Her self-image couldn’t be worse (how could she ever compare to the greats of history she lived amongst, really?), and she’s really been pestering Comte about her past as of late.

Adulthood– Bonnabel, after many, many challenges, trial and errors, heartbreaks, and betrayal, has finally grown into her own skin. Well, sort of. She’s gained back some of the excitement she had when she was a little girl, but it’s been distilled into a fine wit and humor. Now, she simply does as she pleases, whether that be studying something to the point of burning into her brain to simply staying in all day and catching up on some novels. She’s a vampire! She’s got all the time in the world to get things right.

Physical:

Eye color: A pale orange, with slight hints of crimson in her pupils. It’s not very noticeable from far away but in the right sunlight it’s a bit more

Hair color- Sandy blonde, like Vincent’s hair. Just a bit more colorful than that.

Disabilities- Undiagnosed because of the century, but most certainly has ADHD and dyscalculia (unable to some basic math)

Height- Childhood: 4’1, Teenage: 5’0, Adulthood: 5’11

(i dont have any drawings so um yeah i just used to ikevamp doll haha)

Relationships:

I’ll be splitting the characters into archetypes– how Bonnabel sees each of the residents as a family unit, then going a bit more in-depth.

Brothers– Arthur, Vincent, Theo, Isaac, Napoleon, Jean

– Napoleon: The big brother. No matter how Bonnabel’s feeling, whether she wants to play or vent to him, he’ll make time available. Bonnabel likes hiding and cuddling into his cape and constantly pesters him to teach her fencing. Instead, he’ll teach her how to cook pastries (it’s not like Jean or Vincent are going to do it).

– Arthur: He’s the one Bonnabel goes to if she wants to get away with something or is bored out of her mind. He’s the fun brother and almost lets her get away with anything. Especially when it comes to teasing Isaac. He’ll also sneak her chocolates from time to time. She loves playing detective with him and likes to act out scenes from books with him. Plus, Vic and Bonnie are utterly enamored with each other, so it’s always a good time with Arthur.

– Vincent and Theo: How could they not feel like her big brothers? Vincent is the only person Bonnie is nice to no matter her mood and he’ll let her watch him paint if she’s ever interested. They tried finger-painting when she was little, but she tried to eat the paint and it’s been banned for the time being.

Theo, on the other hand… It’s a bit more tenuous. Bonnabel didn’t understand being called a mutt or pup was a sign of affection at first, but the two clicked once the misunderstanding was cleared up. As a little girl, Bonnabel drew a picture of all three of them holding hands with both Vincent and Theo titled ‘big brothers’ and that might be the closest Theo was to ever crying in front of his brother. He now has it framed in his room.

– Isaac, Mozart, and Jean: All in the same boat- didn’t get along at first, but later on they became close. Mozart’s relationship with loud and wild Bonnabel is… strange, but he does seem to be able to talk sense in her. She only recently got unbanned from the music room. Mozart’s bedroom is still off limits. Isaac was wary of her (especially because she liked Arthur so much), but they get along once she’s older and quieter. Sometimes they stargaze together. Jean has always been kind to her, but never got too close. Well, until Bonnabel insisted they study reading together and now it’s not uncommon to see them reading fairy tales together. Jean has promised to teach Bonnabel fencing one day, too, behind Comte’s back.

Weird Uncles– Dazai and William

Dazai: Dazai is a nutcase, but in a fun way! He’s always speaking in riddles, but at least he’s not boring, right? She doesn’t interact with him that much, but when she does, she’s surprised by the words of wisdom she receives. She also has joined forces with him to absolutely torment Isaac, except she’s the one who has to apologize and learn a lesson. He’s fun, just weird.

William: Bonnabel doesn’t see him often. When she does, Puck is close behind and the girl and rabbit become inseparable. Bonnabel is utterly infatuated with Puck and gives him all of her attention, booping his cute little nose at every chance. The one bad thing about seeing Will is, well… tiny little Bonnabel can’t understand him at all. Vincent or Comte have to translate for her if they ever visit the villa because she’s too shy to ask him to speak simpler.

Parents– Leonardo and Comte

Comte: Dearest papa! It’s his life mission to make sure Bonnabel never has to know a day of pain or fear. Sure, perhaps the idea of raising her without the same pressures of nobility and vampirism that he did is a selfish wish, but she’s smiling everyday in the mansion. He has to be doing something right, right? Comte was Bonnabel’s whole world as a little girl. Going into her teenage years, their relationship becomes strained, much to Comte’s confusion and sorrow. (And yes, the pun in Bonnabel's name was intentional, even if he tries to deny it).

Leonardo: Babbo! Whenever there’s a Comte level matter but Bonnabel’s worried he’ll be mad at her, she goes to Leonardo. While hugging Comte smells like fine wine and perfumes, Leonardo smells like book pages and cigars. Both scents have become safe places for her. They take naps together a lot. Especially when Bonnabel is upset. Sometimes she’ll find him sleeping on the floor and join him because she’s bored, using his chest as a pillow. A lot of Bonnabel’s toys and even her bed are made by him.

Auntie and ‘Mama–’ MC/Mitsuki and Sebastian

– When Bonnabel was learning how to talk, she called Sebastian ‘Mama’ and it kind of stuck. Nowadays, she just calls him Sebby (he’s not the biggest fan, but nothing he’d really want to complain about), but sometimes they still joke about that name despite Bonnabel having zero recollection of it. Unfortunately, Bonnabel almost never listens to what Sebastian has to say unless he flicks her forehead.

Mitsuki was called Auntie from the start. Bonnabel respects her a lot and will mostly listen to her authority, so she is definitely more of an aunt than a sister to her. This is also due to Mitsuki having to help Comte in certain aspects of raising her, such as bathtime and the likes. A part of their strong connection simply is the fact they’re the only women in the mansion.

BONUS! Castle Trio (met at Teenage Stage)

Charles-Henri: After a bit of apprehension, they get along pretty well. Whenever Bonnabel starts stressing out, Charles will pop up and distract her with games, food, or something else. He also tends to encourage any of her fixations no matter what, when, how and why.

Faust: Bonnabel is completely creeped out by him, but… He seems to know her somehow. Sort of like an uncle you haven’t seen in years but keep telling you things they remember. Bonnabel thinks he might know about her birth parents, but she's too shy and nervous to ask him. He’s… polite, at least. Doesn’t seem to try and bother her very much, but he still gives odd vibes. She does not want to be alone in a room with him.

Vlad: Oh… him. Yeah. It’s weird. On one hand, they have a shared trauma they can bond over, and on the other, he’s trying to hurt her family. Sure, he saved her from certain death that one time, but his dream has become so twisted she can’t help but distrust him. Still, it’s not as if they don’t get along. Actually, they have a lot more in common than one might think.

#koco talks ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp oc #ikemen vampire oc #ikevamp oc: Bonnabel

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asoundofdrop · 4 months

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Closer

A/N: Uhhh... if you happen to enjoy, thank you adfjjfd CW: unprotected sex, penis haver, vagina haver, established skk

If he had been asked back then, Camu would never have imagined being in this kind of moment with anyone. To be so excited, so content that his heart—artificial as it may be now—would be torn between resting or pacing this hard in his chest. To have a special someone to keep in that heart… someone to lavish him with special affections like this…

Ridiculous, Camu thought.

He huffed and closed his eyes as Hamea pressed another fluttering kiss, just below his jaw. It really was ridiculous, he thought, to be getting so embarrassed. His mouth was getting twisted into something of a scowl. It was far from their first time and yet, he still wasn’t sure how to act whenever she did these things so gently to him.

He once grumbled about this aloud to her. She smiled and said to him, “If you don’t know how to return it… then I’ll simply have to give extra for the both of us until we figure something out.”

Either way, he would never ask her to stop just because he looked stupid in the moment.

He opened his eyes again.

Pale moonlight spilled from the window and bathed the room so beautifully—a word that he rarely used. But with it, everything about Hamea seemed to glimmer so much more. Camu loved the way that she looked at him with pure adoration, especially right now. If he wasn’t preoccupied with her eyes, then he would have otherwise been distracted by how the moonlight dipped and shone over her body.

At the same time, he was keenly aware of how she traced her fingertips along his skin. Up his back, to his biceps, to his shoulders… as if she wanted to memorize everything about him, until they reached his face where they lingered.

She always liked holding his face between her hands. Camu would call it a strange fascination if he didn’t share the sentiment himself.

To spend the rest of his life like this… with her…

Camu was certain that he could forget the coldness of this world. It would all melt away with her gentle warmth. How did she describe it before whenever he held her…? Like snow welcoming spring, or something like that.

His mind was growing rather fuzzy.

Hamea quietly hummed and whispered, “Camu… you really are too good to me.”

She spoke delicately, as if she would have broken him by accident like glass had she spoken any louder.

Camu accepted another light kiss. He mumbled against her pretty lips, “Shouldn’t I be the one to say that?”

“Hee-hee… but you spoil me more than you think you do. Like right now. Letting me be in your arms, and letting me love you… I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

“You’re a weird one. Only you would say that sort of silly thing to me.”

“I mean it though.”

“…Yeah,” Camu agreed, fully assured. “You would never lie to me.”

As he continued to admire her, he reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. He looked at the scar along her forehead and began to reflect without realizing it.

According to the doctor on Hamea’s squad, she had to do emergency surgery on the Commandant while they were still stranded on Earth. This one did not heal particularly well, it seemed, just barely doing its job.

On Hamea’s neck, there was a faint cut. She once told him that she had gotten this particular scar a long time ago, before she had become a commandant. She suspected that it came from some sort of confrontation with kidnappers, but she couldn’t remember the exact details—nor would anyone tell her.

He then trailed downwards to her chest, to a scar he was more familiar with. At that time, they had just met. And yet, Camu’s legs were spurred on and he tried to run to her side as fast as he could. He was too late though, and she had all-but flatlined because of the creepy Ascendant. He still remembered what she said to him after the whole ordeal because of how odd he found it.

“That is simply Camu’s form of kindness. I think… you should give yourself a little more credit.”

Who knows if those were the words that pushed him to join Babylonia’s side, to join the Strike Hawks… Even he hadn’t come to a conclusion on that himself.

Lower on her body, near her abdomen, were two overlapping scars. He was unfamiliar with the newer one—the one given to her by that disgusting spider-looking Corrupted. But with how big it was and still delicate from having just healed, it unnerved him. Terribly so.

Just underneath it was a smaller, distinct scar that left him unnerved too. It was left behind when Hamea was ambushed by a Corrupted while she was still recovering from a flash grenade. It was perhaps the first time Camu had witnessed her so afraid that even her MIND beacon became unsteady. He remembered carrying her out of the building as she came close to bleeding out.

All of these times…

“Camu?” Hamea called, gently pulling him from his thoughts. “What’s wrong? Is something bothering you?”

He didn’t answer right away.

“Just thinking about the amount of sheer dumb luck that you have,” he grumbled.

He tightened his arms around her waist, holding her even closer than he already was. He didn’t intend on dwelling on something like this during their rare moment of intimacy. Hamea’s fragility as a human would always weigh heavy on his mind whether he liked it or not.

“I know,” she admitted. “But at least I’m still here, as unsightly as these marks may be…”

Camu saw how she shyly turned her face away.

Starting with the scar on her forehead, he pressed a gentle kiss to each one until he reached the one on her chest. Although he couldn’t quite duck his head low enough to reach the two on her abdomen, he carefully ran his thumb over them, as if to memorize the shape of it.

It gave him comfort when she would do that for him, and he could only hope it did the same for her. He repeated the process a few more times until his worries were assuaged by the smile returning to her face.

“Unsightly or whatever, it doesn’t make a difference to me. My choice is that I would take everything that you would give to me… And you’ve seen how I’m not the type to change my mind so fast.”

“Oh yes, you’re very stubborn,” Hamea agreed, lightheartedly teasing but relieved all the same. “But I wouldn’t want any less than everything either…”

“I guess we’re both pretty greedy people.”

She nuzzled her nose against Camu’s, leaning in and parting her lips for a deeper kiss than earlier. The soft sound of her contented sigh coaxed him into hungrily drinking in the warmth.

Soon enough, he was nipping at her lower lip, asking for even more and his tongue reaching further.

Every single sensation, he would let it be etched onto him.

To remind himself that this was real, that she is here in his arms, the place she always said she found respite in.

Hamea eventually pulled away with flushed cheeks. She pursed her lips in embarrassment, and quietly asked, “Can I put it in right now?”

“Already prepared for it?” he asked in doubt.

“W-well… I’ve taken you with less preparation before. I can definitely do it now.”

“Then you can wait a bit longer too.”

He moved one of his hands from her hips and reached further below. Hamea mewled as his thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub. She held onto his wrist, though she made no proper move to stop him in any way.

“Mnnh… but you go so overboard with this,” she mumbled between panting breaths. “Don’t make me cum so fast…”

“Commandant, shouldn’t your endurance be improved by now?” he teased.

Camu took it further and slid two of his fingers inside of her pussy. Slick gradually pooled into the palm of his hand as he slowly pumped his fingers up to the knuckles and getting her used to the gradual stretch. Hamea’s pretty lashes fluttered as she drew out his name in a long moan.

It stirred him up in a special way every time.

“Ah… don’t do so much, don’t do so much at once,” she weakly protested. “I’m going to cum, I really will…”

Hamea knew that Camu liked to be a bit mean in this aspect. He delighted too much in her reactions to hold himself back from overstimulating her, even on nights that were originally meant to be gentle.

Goaded by her mewls of pleasure, he continued his ministrations until she cried out and squeezed tightly around his digits. With her eyebrows scrunched and her lips still pursed together, it made for a rather demure yet lewd expression. He brushed away her bangs once more with his other hand to look at it fully.

He looked at her so intensely, and Hamea loved it so much that it never failed to send shivers down her spine. Perhaps it was a selfish thing to love, but he indulged her anyway.

Once she relaxed again, Camu pulled out—the movement already loud from slick.

“There’s no point salvaging your modesty when you’re soaking like this.” He then thoroughly and languidly lapped up the cum, swallowing deeply for her to witness. “Hm… Good as always.”

“And here I was trying to last a bit longer tonight…”

“Does it matter? I don’t mind doing all of the work either.”

“But isn’t that a bit unfair…?” she asked sheepishly.

“Not to me. As long as we’re both enjoying ourselves, anything is fair game. And for me, that includes seeing you making that face. So don’t hide such a special treat.”

She nodded, too embarrassed to say anything else.

With a shift to make sure she was comfortable in his lap, he carefully aligned the tip and pushed the thick head of his cock inside, hissing through his teeth at how she enveloped him.

“Fuck…,” he cursed under his breath. “Cunt’s so damn tight… ”

Hamea braced herself against his shoulders as she took him inch by inch.

With each shaky sigh she let out, Camu pressed a kiss to her cheek to ease her until she fit his entire length.

“Wait, don’t move yet. I’m still sensitive from earlier,” she mumbled.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it…”

He repeated it purposefully, moreso to remind himself than anything else. After she adjusted, she began to ride his cock, with Camu holding her hips to steady her. His length reached so deeply, consistently hitting the very spot that made Hamea tremble and whine from pleasure. As of this moment, all they could hear was the rhythmic wet slap of skin accompanied by heavy breaths.

Slick continued to spill from her pussy and soaked their inner thighs.

Hamea threw back her head as she moaned in a winded breath. Her nails dropped to his back and dug in, very faintly activating the Construct’s pain receptors.

A part of him wished that it would leave something behind for him to admire in the mornings after, but his skin was made to be incredibly durable. While it was helpful for the places he was usually deployed to, it had small inconveniences like this. But it was fine, he could make do.

He bit down on a small patch of skin on her neck and sucked, leaving a dark hickey behind. He soothed the sting with his tongue before moving on to make another.

Hamea would simply have to bear enough marks for the both of them.

“C…Camu!”

He vaguely recognized through a foggy brain that he was taking control of the pacing after she cried his name—that his hands had secured the back of her thighs and that he was thrusting harder into her squelching cunt. She could only hold onto him as he bounced her ass in his lap.

“Ngh… do you have any idea what it does to me? When you use my name with your pretty little voice?”

Hamea’s whimpers were on the verge of sobbing as she was close to cumming again. The knot in her stomach was tightening, leaving her almost dizzy if Camu’s arms weren’t wrapped so firmly around her figure.

“No no, with you… please? Please?”

It came out incomprehensible, but Camu seemed to understand. He pressed his forehead to hers, soaking his silvery bangs with beads of her sweat that had built up.

“Yeah… we can do that…”

Hamea held his face as she kissed him, heated and deeply as they chased their high together. Their moans and grunts of exertion became muffled, though it did little to silence everything else.

Camu pressed their bodies even closer as he filled her pussy to the brim with spurts of thick pearly-white cum. Her walls were practically milking his cock, making him dig his fingers into the soft skin of her thighs to restrain his excitement. With a few more deliberate rolls of his hips, he slowly pulled out.

The two panted, struggling to catch their breath from the steamy air. A mixture of their cum stained the sheets beneath them, but neither of them had the energy to move yet.

Even without touching it with her hand, she already knew her lips were somewhat swollen. Her eyes flicked over to the sweat on Camu’s forehead and the drool rolling down his chin. She sheepishly wiped it away the best she could.

“You don’t need to do that,” he said.

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“Why the hell would it?” Despite his choice of words, they hardly had any bite to them. “In fact, I think you should look sweaty and messy more often like this actually.”

“Oh, you…!”

Hamea pushed his face and he simply laughed, before nudging her hands away so he could continue admiring the flush on her cheeks.

Everything that he thought of earlier, it really didn’t sound so bad to him. It’s almost embarrassing, really. He’s changed quite a bit by now, and even that felt like an understatement. He should be terrified by the amount of power Hamea had over him in this regard. But no, instead, he’s melting in her presence.

Upon seeing her eyes grow half-lidded from exhaustion, Camu quietly moved to lay her down on the bed, head nestled against his arm. He reached for the blanket and covered both of their bare bodies—hopefully it made her comfortable.

In a whisper, she called out, “Camu…?”

“I’m here.”

“Hand?”

He wordlessly held out his free hand, and she took it with both of hers. She held it in front of her face with awe on her face.

“Hee-hee… I really do love your hands quite a lot. I love… every part of you. I love you…”

She repeated the last few words over and over. As she did, she traced the artificial creases of his hand with her pointer while slowly drifting off. It was only until she went slack and silent that Camu knew she really did fall asleep.

“I love you too.”

He said it with a softness that he used to think was impossible for a person like him. Maybe she did end up hearing it in her sleep. Why else would she have such a… goofy… silly… pretty smile right now?

He wanted to see it every day, every night. If he had to make a fool of himself in front of her for it… maybe some sacrifices were worth it, he said to himself. Then, she would laugh and assure him he was not a fool.

Hamea was right… They were greedy, because he wouldn’t want any less than that. He continued to think this to himself as he tried to estimate the size of her ring finger before dozing off himself.

#pgr #punishing gray raven #pgr oc #punishing gray raven oc #pgr camu #drop rambles to the void #drop writes... sometimes

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sweet-kaeya-headcannons · 2 years

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Not very a happy family meeting

Kaeya x Gn Reader.

Please Read the note before you read the fiction.

A/n: This is just a headcanon. We still don't know if Pierro is Kaeya's blood related father. But the possibility is 80% . The other 20% can be anything.

So you can Imagine his father as Pierro or you can also imagine by your own imagination.

And also this is kinda angsty because it's like meeting his father who abandoned him since he was little.

But all are just my imaginations so don't claim them as real.

Enjoy.

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Being in monstadt, enjoying your daily life with Kaeya each day and each moment that you two spent together is like in heaven.

Your life was perfect like this. You love the way the things they are.

Because Kaeya just having his normal life with you.

He told you about his past and his origin and you understand him completely.

He is all that you need and you are all that he needs. And you two always got each other.

One day knights including Kaeya got a task to investigate Storm Terror Lair because of abyss order. Of course, you are also one of them so you have to go with the knights too.

In the morning you and Kaeya pack up some things that you might need and meet the group of Knights who have to go with you at the front gate of Monstadt.

There were about 10 junior Knights. Including you and Kaeya there were 12 Knights in total.

'' Morning Captain and Y/N ''

The knights greeted you with bright smiles.

" Morning " You replied with smile and Kaeya also smile and nod at the junior knights.

When the team was ready you and the team started the trip to Storm Terror Lair.

When you and the team finally arrived, each set up camps for shelter because you guys had to stay there for days not knowing how long this task will take.

And the team dismissed and started investigating the area.

You and Kaeya together went around to find any traces of abyss order.

'' Kaeya...''

He raised his brow as the sign of he is listening.

'' Why the abyss order keep doing these?''

'' Because they want revenge..''

Kaeya replied calmily. Looking at you softly.

'' Anything more you would like to know? But I'm afraid I might not know to give you answers.''

You nod. '' It's ok. That's it. ''

Actually you wanted to know why Abyss order had serious hate on the Archons. You learned about the Khaenri'ah disaster but there are still things missing to know about.

You still don't fully know about it.

" Okey dove. Becareful in these areas and please don't go alone. Stay beside me as possible as you can cause they can harm you if you are alone. ''

You nod and smiled at him in response. The night time arrived as you two look around for traces but found nothing yet.

All of you and the team came back to the camp and start a camp fire.

All sat down together and having the meal while keeping company.

'' We found not even a single sight of Abyss here''

" Strange. Why there is no traces of Abyss here. ''

One of the junior Knight said and the other replied.

'' Maybe they got the news of us coming here so they leaved so fast?''

'' Don't be silly. How would they know?''

The knights having chit chats while Kaeya seems like in a deep thought.

You asked '' Is everything alright?''

Kaeya got back into reality when he heard your voice. ''Ah..Yes I'm just thinking this situation is strange too. How they know that we will come here'' He whispered the last part. '' If I don't report them''

'' Maybe they are spying us in someway'' You said.

'' I suppose '' Kaeya replied and then again he was completely lost in thought again.

After a while each knight went to their own tent to take a rest and sleep.

You go into the shared tent with Kaeya but he was still at the outside thinking.

You thought you need gave him alone time so you didn't disturb him from his thoughts. You lied on the mattress and tried to fell asleep.

But even after hours later you can't sleep and Kaeya was still out there.

Not so long, You heard someone calling Kaeya's name.

'' Kaeya Alberich ''

You took peek at outside and found the tall man in white hair. Tanned skin and covered his right face with half mask.

Other junior knights were asleep and they were not aware of this strange man's appearance.

'' Huh...F-father?'' Kaeya replied.

You gasped. So this man was the one who abandoned Kaeya long time ago just to sent him as a spy.

'' Why are you with these sinners? You should be reporting the abyss about the gods. Remember you do not belong here. You belong to the Abyss.

You are our last hope. ''

Kaeya was silent not knowing how to explain when he confront his father.

'' I- I can't... ''

He just said these few words.

His father still remain calm looking down at him.

'' Why is that? Give answers''

Kaeya was completely silent this time. He don't want his father to know about you.

'' Remember Kaeya. The reason I sent you was just for you to give us answers. And I trusted you could do this. Don't disappoint me.''

You were listening to all the conversation between them care fully but you never knew how Kaeya's father found you.

'' Who is that listening to our conversation?'' He asked.

Kaeya was shocked. '' No body''

His father said '' I see why Kaeya. Listen...''

Kaeya keep his face in annoyed expression.

'' You know you can't be attached to someone who is your enemy yet you did''

'' She/He is not my enemy!'' Kaeya's voice is a bit raised.

'' I'm afraid now that she/he had seen me I'll have to get rid of her/him one day''

Kaeya was shocked and got up and said '' Dare to touch her/him and I don't care if you are my father or not ''

You stayed in silent not knowing what to say.

His father sigh '' Kaeya... You really are protecting the people who believe in gods. The gods that destroyed our home. That killed many helpless lives hum?''

Kaeya remain silent but he was frowned.

'' If she/he is that important to you then I won't stop but our purpose to conquer the nations and the gods will always be carried on ''

And then he disappeared. Kaeya came straight to you and hugged you close.

'' Don't worry Y/N. I won't let anyone touch you. Not even my father. I'll fight anyone who tried to harm you no matter who they are.''

You patted his back knowing how much stress he will have right now.

And also you learned why abyss order had so much hate on the Archons.

#kaeya alberich #kaeya headcanons #kaeya x gender neutral reader #kaeya x gn reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya x y/n #genshim impact #genshin x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya fluff #kaeya angst #kaeya imagines #kaeya genshin impact #genshin kaeya #kaeya x male reader #kaeya x fem!reader #genshin impact pierro #genshin pierro

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dangerous-advantage · 11 months

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(yagi-no-eda here~)

Totally would circle back /pos. I’m also pretty new to the fandom!

My wife has liked Usagi Yojimbo and associated stuff for years but it’s only this summer that my brain has allowed me to really get into it, and make it past the first 2-3 comics. Not for lack of trying - it was just never the right time in an ADHD way*. Something always would distract me. I’ve inhaled all the comics I can in just the last couple of months and yeah, Stan came at me with a steel chair too. I did not expect …this whole situation. I’ve been a fandom lurker since 1999 and yet suddenly I have blog I use near daily, a sketchbook, and bunch of fic WIPS...

Mainly because I am Unwell over UY.

I have accepted my fate. This is always going to be a Thing now.

Though I did admittedly also inhale TMNT 2003 and Rise.

Travels with Jotaro is one of my favourite volumes, but I’m also weirdly into Bridge of Death rn and just….in general having a moment over Usagi’s time with Mifune. To the point I’m doodling intros for a fake show called The Mifune Years. He had this whole expected future and friends - denied.

* to be fair this is also the summer I found out its def ADHD driving this media analysis machine I call a brain

Hope this was an okay way to get back to you! /lil anxious

Feel free to network (or share thoughts) in my tags anytime, I love hearing what other people think. Also happy to chat anytime. Or feel free to tell me to back off and that's chill too :)

(been waiting to answer this for when i had more time but gave in; should be working on my fic(s) but you know how it is lmao. stay tuned for a very long post, because i love talking about things with people, especially things i like haha

very cool to see another person very passionate about this series! i grew up on 2003 (and the 90's movies-- my parents had the third one on cassette and i remember i wore that fucker out lmao) but it was always more of a "scattered interest" rather than something i was fully pulled into

i started getting into rise (read: The Algorithm came for me) probably mid-July of last year, but didn't fully fall into it until after the movie came out. it renewed my interest in tmnt overall, and i've been here ever since!

i did attempt to watch the usagi chronicles a couple of times, and i remember thinking they were fun but not really my thing. (i definitely want to revisit it, even though i know it won't hold a candle to usagi yojimbo. it does look fun in a silly way, which i can get behind.)

i knew vaguely about how big usagi yojimbo was, and that it was a commitment, but i'm surprised how quickly it sucked me in. i've never been super interested in stuff within the genre, but damn if it doesn't satisfy the autism. entire chapters devoted to infodumping about the edo period of japan? sign me the fuck up!

i especially did not expect how much it would make me feel. like. wow. ouch. usagi is just Some Guy but he is also so well characterized and you really feel for his internal conflict, 10/10.

i've been looking for series with older protagonists, especially those more focused on the familial/platonic aspect rather than romantic (i am just an nd queer on the interweb, can you blame me for yearning for found family?), but hadn't found any i really liked other than the tarot sequence by kd edwards (very good read, would highly recommend.)

also not to be a nerd but ohhhh my god i am so obsessed with the plot with mifune.

like i know the series takes place after that, and after the fallout of that, but just. wow. imagine devoting your entire being to another, to the point where you would readily die for them and their word, and then they die. they die, and you did everything you could to honor them in that death, but they're still gone.

like... that emptiness stays with you. you don't just get over that. maybe it's the "being raised in a cult" but wow, do i empathize with that.

idk if we explore more about the fallout/exact history with mifune/immediately following mifune's death but there is so much writing potential there. if i was not embroiled within turtle hell and 50,000 words deep in a multi-chapter fic already, i would absolutely write something for it.

like. this is adjacent to your interest in the topic, but can you just imagine (/rhetorical /general you.) as far as we know, he spent five days on the battlefield before he made it out to the tangled skein.

(which is one of my favorite additions like good god holy shit. that is so cool and angsty. your lord, days after dying, appears as a fucking ghost and saves you. like, if i were to be silly and funky, i would absolutely headcanon that as the reason that he was able to stand up and continue on. because i mean... what else? what else could motivate you to stand up once more after something like that?)

(well. honor. but mifune is the physical manifestation of honor in the narrative, so same difference? it's like both thematically significant and emotionally significant and-- ok im shutting up now. but i could talk for days, istg.)

but like. how do you reconstruct yourself from that? we see him holding tight to this sense of honor, even after his lord is gone, sent reeling (adrift in the waves) with only his soul and moral compass to hold to.

which makes it hurt so much more when we see these ideals of honor-- this ghost of a man, of a life, still haunting him years after the event-- still woven through the narrative, made to specifically conflict his deepest wants.

i joke about it a lot on my fic discord (i have a whole channel called 'father-material' devoted to just pictures of him hanging out with/taking care of kids), but something that seems very important to him is wanting to be a father figure, and wanting these connections to family and friends.

but that is contrasted against these ideas of honor, the very thing he built and rebuilt his foundation off of after it was torn away from him. and it's just so incredibly painful but also it makes sense, because he can't just give up the side of himself that is a samurai. too much of his person, his characterization, is built off of this.

to see it constantly clash with this want to settle down and finally rest, devote himself to his relationships/family rather than the code of bushido-- the very essence of honor itself-- ourgh ourgh ourgh its so good

(put aside the fact that he once said he could never serve another lord, and we know from the story that the idea of a "lord" can be more than just a person... he never stopped serving mifune, not truly. he still upholds the ideas of honor that mifune stood for/represented. as if his lord never truly left him.)

...i was going to say more, but then i realized this turned into a whole-ass mini-analysis, so i'm forcing myself to stfu. but basically: i have feelings about this series, man (/gender neutral).

anyway. if you ever do put something together, i would love to read/follow it! if i ever wrote something, it would probably be exploring the direct fallout of losing mifune, so hey, different niches but similar (:

also: never be anxious about talking to me ever in any way possible. i will probably be even more annoying than you in tags/asks/everything under the sun, and i do genuinely love talking to people who share my interests (typically about those interests.) i like to pretend i am an internet Cool Guy, however, it is a flimsy veneer to hide all the cringefail swaglessness and unending mental illness about my blorbos

(...i am so tempted to just invite you to my og turtle discord server so i can annoy you about usagi on the regular. also about what my reimagining of yuichi would be, because i have so, so many ideas.

i will refrain, but if you would be interested, it has been kinda dead as of late, so it would be nice to enrich the ecosystem a little by slowly collecting other usagi-interested individuals and slowly taking it over, one by one (/j /lh).)

anyway, same thing goes for me with my posts/asks/reblogs/messages/whatever. i am so very earnest, so if that puts you off, that's very chill and fine. however, as long as you're down to vibe, i am similarly down to vibe >:D

i once more apologize for this monstrosity of a reply. i would say it won't happen again, but my reading comprehension apparently does not extend to the "all things in moderation" maxim. instead i choose maximalism (to the max)

(sorry for that joke. yeah that will also happen again. sorry. /lh /pos)

#confessionals #i love my moots #many-wings #@many-wings #usagi yojimbo #uy #miyamoto usagi #long post #tw long post #thank you for the ask!!#i could talk about this stuff forever haha #also congrats on the realization/diagnosis!!#(:#i hope this was all coherent #(i am a bit mentally unwell about this series if you somehow couldn't tell /lh)#you do not know how much i have wanted to scream about this to someone. you *do not know.* /pos #i love all my moots but they are not aware of how much space uy takes up in my brain constantly all the time #usagi yojimbo analysis #miyamoto usagi analysis #(feel like i should tag it as that haha)#i know i know i know i should be working on 'it was futile' but this has inspired me to do that quick uy analysis post i was thinking about #so look out for that (usagi be upon ye)#oh hey that's a good uy tag. mine now #usagi be upon ye #also you reminded me i wanted to make an uy sideblog. i never make side blogs but very few of my moots are into uy as well #so i might as well contain it elsewhere /lh #the name i wanted is gone but it's fine i can work with it

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c3e56 thoughts & musings--spoilers ahead

savalirwood exploration! very excited to see where we go. we’re shifting back into the plot moving action from the last few eps of team bells being more rp based.

new art!!! it looks so good. i love the fits, the poses--i can’t wait to see what the team hells redesigns look like. these look fantastic and really hit on everything they described including the werewolf sweatpants.

oh this is immediately a disaster, they’re going to be so silly goofy. i cannot believe that the reasoning for not having pants is a ho never gets cold. my god.

imogen coming in clutch with that telekinesis on these giants. envisioning a sledding pack of giant goats, followed by a giant who’s been walloped by stones is so silly

the fucking goat boat. chet & deanna making the boat together.

the shovel talk!!! fcg being nice and deanna trying to find what she wants

casting commune with avandra!!! no more coin flipping! she’s here! present but distant. oh god why is it hair

faith in the people more than the gods--it’s still faith

dreaming of laudna!!!! i get why they can’t do it now, and the fact that the solstice is perpetual means it seems like it isn’t going to get any easier.

fully insane gnomes shearing a dead goat. do you ever think about what drew deanna to chetney the first time. because i think we’re seeing it.

rollerblade warthog & finally having the werewolf conversation

fey energy????? it’s a (frog) bog mound

really feeling how team bells is affecting their new companions. deanna’s really getting into the feral energy--or maybe that’s just been there the whole time and we haven’t seen it. i think this episode is really showcasing what each guest came to do; deanna’s views of faith being a foil to fcg’s first commune with avandra, the aeormaton intimacy obviously, chetney & deanna digging into the past and really seeing what she brings out in him as well as what he brings out in her. we’re finding out a lot about his past experiences and seeing how he doesn’t actually share everything about his lycanthropy.

while i get the lycanthropy angst, they do have the possibility of remove curse for frida. i think both deanna and fcg can possibly prep it. also it is a blood curse--so anything they’re waiting to see about is based on how their interpreting the robot werewolf and how the players & matt want to see this through.

fun little battle sequence that they handled very efficiently. and fearne talking to that fish was quite funny. the wolf-king feels like a set-up for a molaesmyr encounter.

frida & deanna praying!!!!! in the wake of the gods retreating, two robots are finding faith.

so far they’ve left the goats and the raft. any time they would have saved by going by river is going to be made up as they make their way back. there isn’t even a barrier in front of the goats or anything--they had the wood to make a baby gate. anyway. there will not be a single goat when they come back, i’m calling it now.

and we’re finally seeing molaesmyr! i can’t wait to see what they find here lore wise. i have a feeling next ep is going to end up being exploration survival based to start and then shift to combat with whatever shows up. that elk spider is not something i wanted to envision. at all. ugh.

it’s like the aeor exploration but less crazy magic and more cursed beings! can’t wait to see what nonsense they have yet to find on this little trip into the savalirwood. my guess is that they’ll encounter the wolf-king, defeat/kill it and then run into the claret orders who were pursuing it, if they want to tie in each part of chetney’s backstory.

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The Moon and the Sun (Ch 1?) [Honkai Impact 3rd Fanfic]

Full text and link to AO3 both included here~ Might end up writing more, not sure yet, so Ch 1 gets a question mark

It had been some days after Fu Hua had returned from that distant city of Qiming at the edge of the solar system, and she found herself on a shuttle bound for the moon. She hadn’t been on the moon properly since their efforts to overcome Project Stigma and Finality, and while facilities had not been fully converted since World Serpent put them there, the moon base was still perfectly hospitable. Fu Hua found herself just a little bit nervous, for reasons she could not begin to fathom. It was not a particularly hazardous journey, and she wouldn’t be interacting with anyone in particular besides Kiana on this trip. Ah, Kiana…it had been a bit since she’d been face to face with Kiana. While there had been no particular label to their relationship, she had shared some intimate comfort with the newly named goddess of the Earth, in the times before Finality. She touched her lips with her fingers, lost in thought as she recalled those soft nights she had shared with Kiana. Forehead touches, soft kisses, interlaced fingers, even deeper kisses…even becoming one, for a brief moment in time.

Fu Hua shook herself out of her stupor as the shuttle announced they would be landing soon. There was no need to dwell on the past, right now. While they had shared time and intimacy with each other, there was a certain distance that Hua had to maintain with Kiana, for her own sanity and comfort. After all, Kiana had Mei. Those two had such a miraculous love story that nobody could dare come between them, after all. They were simply meant to be with each other. Hua was comfortable just being a supplemental comfort in Kiana’s life. She was used to being a passing figure in the lives of mortals, after all. She tried to shrug off the painful twinges in her heart as she stumbled over these thoughts, maintaining the grace and posture that was befit a woman who had fought for humanity for thousands of years.

Disembarking from the shuttle into the landing bay, she was surprised to see a certain girl with a white and purple ponytail waiting for her. Kiana was in more casual clothes, wearing a black and orange hoodie and some jeans and sneakers, rather than her raiment as the Herrscher of Finality. Still, her eyes sparkled (quite literally) with an otherworldly radiance as she waved vigorously to the approaching Hua, then breaking into a run to greet the woman more directly. Hua put down her bags with a knowing smile, spreading her arms for the oncoming assault of affection. It came with plenty of warning, as Kiana slammed into Hua, hugging her with full force and then picking her up to spin her around. Despite Kiana’s slim appearance, she was quite strong after years of Valkyrie training and becoming a Herrscher.

Kiana then gently set down the MANTIS and nuzzled against her, forehead to forehead. “I missed you so much, prez.” An affectionate nickname from past times, harkening to a place that they could no longer return to. A silly and cute word, utterly steeped in feelings of hiraeth.

“I missed you too, Kiana.” Hua once again suppressed the twinges of her heart, keeping herself as calm and composed as possible as she gave Kiana a small peck on the forehead. Surely this much was okay, right? A giggle of approval from the goddess seemed to indicate as much, another squeeze coming to hold Hua tightly. It was only then that Hua noticed how there was a trembling in Kiana’s grip, as the Herrscher buried her face into Hua’s small chest.

“I was…really worried, when I found out you’d dropped out of contact.” Even Kiana’s voice seemed to waver a bit. “I know it’s you, prez, and there’s nothing you can’t handle. But…I still couldn’t help it. I was afraid you wouldn’t come back to me.”

Hua’s heart practically leapt as Kiana nuzzled against her, no longer able to keep a tight lid on her own feelings. Trying to maintain some modicum of restraint, she gave Kiana a squeeze back and softly petted the girl’s white hair, tracing her fingers across and planting another small kiss atop her head. “I’m sorry for worrying you, Kiana. But, just as you promised that you wouldn’t leave me alone, I couldn’t possibly leave you alone either.” The woman with heather hair paused for a moment, realizing that she was perhaps saying something a bit too beyond her status in Kiana’s life, and so she continued with that in mind. “You have many wonderful companions by your side, as well, so if anything were to happen to me…I know you’d be in very good hands.”

Kiana seemed deeply unsatisfied with that answer, loosening her grip on the MANTIS and looking into Hua’s azure eyes intently. “Prez…are you satisfied with that? Just leaving me to others like that?”

Those azure eyes blinked a bit in confusion, startled that Kiana was directly punching to the heart of the matter. While Kiana had not been the best of students, she was incredibly perceptive to others’ feelings, and Hua should have recognized as much. Fu Hua gave a sigh and admitted, “Well…not exactly. I would like to remain here, as long as I can do so, if you’ll have me. I just know that you’ll be okay as long as you have people like Bronya and Mei around, and…” Hua’s voice trailed off as she seemed to realize she was admitting that she felt that she was far behind in Kiana’s heart, a position she wasn’t comfortable addressing directly.

For her part, Kiana also seemed deeply unsatisfied with this, and gave Fu Hua a hearty flick to the forehead. As Hua recoiled and pressed her hands to her forehead, Kiana seized the opening to give Fu Hua a kiss directly on the lips. After a moment of shock, Fu Hua’s eyes fluttered shut as she softly brought Kiana into her arms, returning the kiss with earnest intention. Kiana giggled into the kiss before pulling away after a moment, putting a finger to Fu Hua’s lips. “That’s enough self deprecation out of you, prez! You’re an important part of my life, and I won’t forgive you if you leave me alone. We’re in this together, right?”

Fu Hua gave a sigh, shaking her head. She’d been utterly bested, seen right through. However, doubt still lingered in her heart, and she prodded with the question most on her mind. “Kiana…don’t you have Mei? Are you okay with…having me this close to you as well? Are you sure that you want me?” Even after thousands of years, and even her few short years with the St. Freya girls, Fu Hua lacked some self confidence in some key departments of her life.

Kiana responded by pouting, crossing her arms and tapping her foot in a display of disappointment that Hua couldn’t help but think was utterly adorable. “Honestly, prez, you’re denser than me at times. I want you here, by my side. That includes Mei, too, you know. She already thought we were dating!” Hua recoiled a bit at this revelation, as Kiana continued. “So will you hurry up and get it through your head that you’re that important to me, too?”

It was only then that Fu Hua noticed the tears at the edges of Kiana’s eyes, and she knew what she had to do in that moment. She took Kiana into her arms again, brushing away the Herrscher’s tears with small kisses, feather light brushes of the lips to convey the deepest of adoration. “If you’ll have me, Kiana, I’ll gladly stay forever. If you’re the moon, I will become the sun, basking you in my warmth so that you may reflect the light that I shine for you.” Hua sealed her ardent confession with her own kiss on Kiana’s lips, lightly licking at them so that Kiana would let her in, tongues locked in a dance that only the two of them would share.

Breathlessly, they broke apart and Kiana giggled with absolute joy. “Hmm, okay, you pass! Mei thought I was going to have to work a bit harder to convince you, but I believed in you.” A toothy grin filled up Fu Hua’s vision, and she blushed at Kiana’s earnest display of trust and affection in her.

“I guess I’ll have to work harder to earn Mei’s approval then.” Fu Hua affirmed Kiana again, holding her moon’s hand while slinging her bag over her other shoulder. “Now, I should get unpacked. Where am I staying again?”

Kiana gave a hearty wink and started leading Fu Hua away to the living quarters. “Why, you’re gonna be staying with me, of course! The dorms are under inspection right now so you’ll have to share a bed with me.” The older woman found herself blushing furiously, and let Kiana lead them on in relative silence, Kiana humming contentedly to herself the whole while. It was going to be an affectionate, affirming honeymoon phase for the two after all.

#honkai impact #hi3 #hi3rd #honkai fanfic #fu hua #kiana kaslana #honkai impact 3rd #yuri #wlw fanfic #kiana x fu hua

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Crescendo Chapter 19 part 1 "Early Riser"

Gwyn pov

Sleeping had been difficult. In the sense that Gwyn could hardly get any, not because she was afraid of having nightmares, but because she wanted to take Azriel's hands and let her mouth trace every dip and ridge of them, feel the length of his fingers in her mouth, her tongue languidly brushing his skin slow enough to taste...

She woke up with a start, her mouth as dry as a leather boot, aching and wet in other regions which she quickly sent a prayer to the Mother that the girls next to her wouldn't pick up.

She jumped out of her cot squinting and brushed the hair from out her eyes as she padded over to the screen where their makeshift water pump was, a curious gadget that Gwyn had not seen before now.

Emerie had explained that you had to pump the handle at the side for water to come out of the spout, the head of it stood a couple feet above Gwyn, the water shot out in a powerful spray that had made Nesta jump and the priestess squeal.

Emerie had mentioned that they were common in the war camps because males weren't overly keen on sharing baths. Apparently.

Dropping her nightgown to the ground, Gwyn stepped out of the puddle of silk at her feet, kicking it across the floor out the way and stood underneath the pipe.

Holding the pump with her right hand she started the motion of working the pump and nothing happened after five attempts, going faster, going slower all the while her skin had started to get goosebumps.

Biting her lip she tried once more and the water burst out so quickly she shrieked as the freezing water blasted her skin, her eyes scrunched shut as she jumped from one foot to the other as the water trickled over her. Then she suddenly remembered she'd forgot to take out her lavender soap.

Muttering a curse she thought about calling Nesta or Emerie for their help but they were fast asleep and, by the little amount of sunlight seeping into their tent, the sun had not yet fully risen.

"Right" she muttered to herself.

She pumped the handle of the shower ten times which would give her at least nine minutes of time to wash, a minute of waiting for the water to finally leave the spout, she needed to be quick.

Looking back over the screen, teal eyes skittered over the room and the two sleeping females. Pursing her lips and uttering a crude curse Gwyn dashed out into the open space and ran as fast as her wet feet could take her, stopping dead as noises sounded from outside, she crouched and quickly ran her hands under the cot trying to find her satchel while keeping her eyes fixed on the entrance to the tent.

Water began to pool at her place on the ground kneeling, her hair hung in a wet curtain over her breasts, dripping silently on the floor.

Another noise like footsteps came from out the tent and Gwyn's head snapped up, she knelt there rooted still, completely naked, not breathing, her eyes like saucers...

Beside her, Emerie's wings twitched and nearly knocked Gwyn over on her ass, she quickly ducked out of the way and as she did she saw her satchel just out the way of her reach. With one quick glance up she flipped the flap over and rummaged through her things muttering to herself how stupid she was for packing so many silly little things...

"Why in Mother's name did I bring so many bloody hair ties?!"

"Got you" she whispered smiling.

Her wet head popped up over Nesta's side as she checked the entrance for possible intruders once more before she bounced up and practically skidded over to the screen, two pale hands clutched the screen as she slipped over the water on the floor nearly careening into the tents wall.

She had a second before the water started to run, bracing her body for the ice cold hit, she stood with her head bent waiting. Then the water attacked her, Gwyn grit her teeth as she frantically massaged the soap over her body and hair twirling on the spot to make sure she washed and rinsed well enough.

The water sputtered off and she was left there shivering as she rung her long hair out, watching the water flow down the small hole in the floor.

Her arm swiped at her side before she opened her eyes with the sudden realisation she had not picked up a towel to dry herself with.

This time Gwyn did not whisper when she swore.

"FUCK".

A sound caught Gwyn's attention from outside that made her still completely.

The noise stopped and the air whooshed out from her lungs.

Gwyn peeked over the side of the screen watching and then visibly relaxing when she saw a dark inky tendril float towards her, a shadow. Which meant Azriel was not too far away. Not that Gwyn wanted him here right now.

That would be her worst nightmare.

Gwyn looked to the two sleeping forms across the room and back to the intruding shadow and waved her arm in a silent call...

"Hey you sneaky shadow, I don't suppose you could hand me a towel? Any of them? Please?"

Gwyn's eyes widened and she smiled when the shadows twirled and danced in the middle of the tent as if it had heard her

" Yes, yes a towel please you beautiful little thing" Gwyn smiled eagerly and nodded her head in the hopes of encouraging the shadow.

Gwyn's eyes widened and her arms wrapped tightly around herself to stop from shivering as she watched the shadow ignore her plea and disappear back under the tents flap out into the open.

"You treacherous little.."

"Who's whispering rather aggressively at my shadows?" Whispered a male Gwyn would recognise the voice of from anywhere.

Shit shit shit fucking fuck.

Gwyn shot her body back against the screen with her hand over her mouth.

"Gwyn?" Azriel whispered sounding puzzled

"How did you know it was me?" She whispered back rather accusatory

"Because you are the only one awake, which doesn't surprise me"

She could hear him step inside and her heart raced and she looked around panicked

"Don't come any closer"! She shrieked trying not to wake her slumbering sisters.

"Gwyn, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

Another step and Gwyn popped her head around the screen making Azriel stop dead in his tracks. His eyes were unblinking as he realised where she was hiding and she saw his eyes flicker to the ground, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Yes, Shadowsinger I'm quite alright but I'm freezing my arse off and your no good shadow ignored me when I asked for a assistance and now I'm stuck" Gwyn rambled in an agitated tumble of words.

At that he laughed. Laughed and tried his best to look sorry for doing so.

Gwyn hid back behind the screen. Utterly annoyed.

"You can't see anything?" She asked timidly

"No, not even an ankle" he chuckled.

"Could you send a shadow to me with a towel please?" Her copper head popped out from the screen again, her hand clutching the side.

Azriel still looking downwards, smiled and whispered something too soft for her to pick up with her own ears and she observed him quietly as a trickle of shadow moved and writhed around him but not moving to where the towels were in the basket behind him.

Gwyn frowned "It's not doing it"

Azriel blinked and looked up not meeting the priestess's gaze as he looked to be in deep silent conversation with his shadows as they danced infront of him.

Azriel raked his hand through his dark hair and bit his bottom lip before walking over to the towels.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Getting you something to dry yourself with" he grit out, eyes downcast as he walked within ten feet of the screen.

"Why did they not listen?"

Azriel chewed his lip and said in a low rumble " They are stubborn little shits when they want to be"

"Just, just stretch your hand out and I'll grab it from there" Gwyn huffed and pressed the front of her body to the screen whilst holding out her arm that was practically dry now anyway.

"Turn around" she ordered and noticed Azriel quirk his brows at her tone before smiling as he shifted his body.

He stretched his arm out behind him with the dangling towel in his hands.

Gwyn snatched the towel before thanking him, to which he nodded chuckling. A blush erupted across her cheeks, not that it mattered especially as he would not see it. Thank the Gods.

"Thank you" she whispered as she wrapped herself in the towel and dragged her hands through her knotty tresses.

"How long have you been stuck hiding there?"

Gwyn pursed her lips shut tight, knowing he would enjoy the truth of her answer far too much.

She stuck her head back out from the screen and was met with Azriel who stopped smiling upon her sudden appearance. She chuckled then before flinging her arm at him "Go away now please, thank you but you may leave now, go before they wake up, GO" Gwyn said in a harsh hushed voice her arm flailing through the air

"Are you shooing me Berdara?" Azriel smirked

"GO!"

Azriel smiled as he bent at the waist and saluted

" You might want to tell Nesta to put that away" Azriel nodded his dark head as he stood tall, over to the forgotten silk nightgown that lay crumpled on the floor before he started to walk away out of the tent.

"Oh that's not Nesta's" Gwyn muttered before she realised what she had admitted. Azriel suddenly tripped as he exited the tent and rubbed the back of his neck.

Azriel pov

FUCK.

Azriel rubbed the hot spot at the back of his neck as he regained his footing once safely outside the tent. A noise to the side of him didn't even stir his notice as he stomped towards the path of the camp.

His earlier thoughts of finding breakfast suddenly lost on him as the blood now pulsed south of his brain.

"Damn trying to kill me" he muttered to himself as he scowled, his boots trudging over the ground. No, food will have to wait, the spymaster had other things he'd need to take care of . His decision to keep Gwyn at a platonic arms length was getting harder by the minute. Damn those silken underthings! They would be all he saw in his mind from now on.

Azriel ground his jaw tight and exhaled harshly through his nose.

"Anyone could've walked in on her" he grumbled, picking up a thick fallen tree branch, his glowing siphoned hands snapping it before hefting it over into a firepit lazing just out of the training grounds.

Only, it would've ended up in the firepit had an outstretched hand not caught it midair.

Azriel scowled at the simmering red coming from his brother's siphoned chest as they acknowledged each other over the distance. Cassian ran up to him then, brushing a hand over his long hair to tuck it behind an ear.

"Come to help me set up brother?"

"I did have other plans but now I think about it, I'd enjoy beating you to a pulp a lot more right now"

"Bloody hel Az, what's gotten your breeches in a twist?" Cassian scoffed, a smile playing across his face.

Instead of answering, Azriel walked to the nearest weapon rack and pulled out a sword, holding it in an outstretched arm, twisting it through the air in every direction, his face one of pure concentration before putting it back and choosing a smaller instrument.

"Daggers eh? Alright then. I don't mind working up a sweat in the morning's " Cassian wiggled his dark brows before dodging the flying blade as it spun through the air towards him.

His boots scuffling across the dirt and he scrambled around shooting Azriel a glare.

"What the fuck?"

Azriel shook his wings and grimaced as his shadows danced angrily around him "Sorry, I was never going to actually hurt you, you do know that right?" He asked as he patted Cassian's shoulder.

Cassian merely raised a dark brow and checked his hair was still all there.

"You're awfully tetchy of late."

Azriel ignored him and continued perusing the practice weapons on offer, lifting and inspecting hilts, blade tips...

"You know, I swear I saw you a moment after I left my tent"

Azriel dared not turn around or stop his ministrations of trying to act cool. His shadows whirled around him knowing he was failing miserably.

"Yes, it was definitely you, coming out of the Valkyries tent no less"..

Azriel could feel the teasing smile his brother sent his way. He'd been caught coming out of the tent and it just had to be his brother that saw him didn't it?!

Azriel inhaled before turning and lazily twirled a wooden dagger between his fingers letting it zig zag through his deft hands.

"Nesta just couldn't bare to sleep without a real male beside her"

The impact of the punch sent Azriel reeling across the floor and he lay there grinning in the dirt as blood spilled down his chin, Cassian's face glowering with furious rage over him.

"Don't you ever talk about my wife like that again, do you understand?" He growled and snarled so much Azriel spat the blood out beside him and held his hands up in surrender.

"So, I'm not allowed to make harmless jokes? But you can insinuate I'm sneaking around into females tents?"

Cassian grabbed Azriel's hand and pulled him to his feet " Fair. But speak of Nesta that way again brother and I'll rip your throat out" although the general's tone was light the emotion behind his eyes was anything but.

"Noted. Now get your fucking hands off me you big lumbering imp" Azriel pushed Cassian away and smirked as his brother took a fighting stance opposite him, no weapons in hand, just ready to clash, flesh to bone, the wide grin of a brute stretched at the corners of his mouth, he fit in here perfectly.

"The bond sure does make you a territorial bastard"

"Does it? I hadn't noticed"

Cassian swung a leg to the front of Azriel's chest which he deftly blocked with his forearms, their siphons dancing in the darkness of the early morning like wisps.

"You get this weird twitch above your left eyebrow" ..."Right..." Azriel swung his leg out low but instead punched a fist straight into Cassian's face ..."There"

"Fuck" Cassian held a hand to his brow as he staggered backwards, sizing Azriel up. "I should've seen that one coming"

Azriel just smirked and waited, circling his opponent, his shadows offering a distraction, but one Cassian wouldn't fall for. A light sparked up in Cassian's eyes moments before Azriel had time to ready himself, Cassian ran towards him and kicked through the air, twisting his body at the very last minute aiming for Azriel's head, Azriel blocked the shot and the one Cassian aimed at his gut in quick succession. Their breaths and thuds of their bodies the only sound echoing across the field.

"Looks like you need to brush up on your hand to hand skills, little brother" Azriel scoffed as he side stepped another blow to his torso.

"Maybe you need YOUR hands to take a day off" chuckled Cassian.

Azriel tilted his head, wiping the sweat from his upper lip, Cassian noticing he'd confused him for a split second took that as a go ahead to continue talking " they must be busy these days....and nights"

Cassian laughed as he saw the second Azriel caught his meaning and jerked his wings up and backwards out of his brother's grasp.

Azriel bit back his retort and turned from Cassian's laughter. Cassian settled himself back on the ground and walked after him as he realised Azriel was heading back out towards the still slumbering camp.

"Hey, wait. I'm sorry. Truly, I know how hard it is...no pun intended" Azriel stopped walking ahead and turned his glare over a shoulder "You know what exactly?"

Cassian's brow furrowed slightly as his boots also stopped in their stride " I understand how you're feeling Az. When Nesta didn't..."

"You know nothing Cassian" bit out Azriel, his eyes narrowing as he stood facing his brother, who didn't quite understand why Azriel was denying what he was implying.

"But you are mates are you not?"

Azriel's eyes rounded for a nanosecond but Cassian didn't miss a beat. "You know. Does she?"

"Leave it"

"Look, stop your snarling and talk to me. As a brother, a best friend Az. What's going on?" All pretense and teasing was gone from Cassian's voice, his posture remained open.

Azriel bent his head down and raked his hands through his hair before blowing out a breath he didn't realise he was holding.

"That bad eh?"

"Yeah."

"So, I'm right aren't I? You and Gwyn"

"There's no me and Gwyn."

"But you are mates"

"Yes"

"So why not?"

Azriel didn't know what to say, he'd been asking himself that for a while now too.

"Elain?"

"No"

"Oh thank the Gods..." Cassian bent down and sat on the low wall separating the camp from the training ground and looked up at Azriel waiting, when nothing more was offered he decided to continue his barrage of questions " When did you find out?"

Azriel sighed as he joined his brother on the wall " Sangravah"

"Fucking hel" Cassian's low whistle flew out into the open and mixed with the wind around them, carrying the gossip to whatever entity lay hiding in the skies.

"She doesn't know?"

"No, she does"

Cassian's head snaps around so fast he grimaces as he pulls a tendon in his neck "fucking hel, mother's fucking tits", he rubs his neck with a large hand and bobs his head for Azriel to carry on "Sorry, continue"

"Gwyn knew we were mates, are mates, because she'd read so much about them in the archives she's studying in the library, but the bond hasn't snapped for her"

"But how'd you get to know she knows, I feel like I'm missing something here"

"You know, for an army general you're far too perceptive"

"Ha I am a multi-talented male my friend, now quit stalling"

"Gwyn confronted me about it, after your wedding actually."

"What did you do? Az please don't tell me you did something?"

"I gave her a gift I'd given to Elain last Solstice, after Elain had rejected it."

A deep long inhale was the only tell that Cassian was trying his best to hold in a multitude of opinions and strong words

"So Gwyn told me we were mates, I stood there not knowing what to do or say. She was so angry, no, disappointed was what she said if I can remember correctly. Gave me the necklace back and left me on the rooftop"

"Well. Good for her, don't look at me like that, Gwyn deserves better than a re-gifted accessory."

"I know" Another sigh.

"Elain, what of her? Do I need to do something, should I be worried? Because I already fucking hate Eris and his piece of shit father, getting the chance to butt heads with him would really help me work out some kinks...that is if Lucien wants to challenge you...but why would he if Elain gave the gift back?...let's say Elain is out the question?"

"She is." Another sigh escapes Azriel's mouth "If I'm being honest to myself she never was in the question, it was just a fantasy to distract myself with. From everything. Then finding Gwyn, finding out we were mates but not being able to tell her, I felt like I didn't have much choice...so I sought to seek out the most available option to me and I know how much of a prick that makes me but"...

"I get it. So Gwyn knows you gave a necklace to Elain, she must think you are in some ways romantically linked? A nod from Azriel urges him on to carry on connecting the dots " but you don't have feelings for Elain, so please explain"

"I let Gwyn think I'm in love with Elain because she deserves better than me, more than what I could give her."

"That's bullshit"

"What? I'm protecting her!"

" That you can't give her what she deserves, you and her both deserve true happiness and as far as I can see, you're the only one stopping yourself from having that. Gwyn is a force to be reckoned with but so are you, you aren't protecting her, you're protecting yourself"

Azriel was stumped, his brows relaxed and his jaw slackened as he processed what Cassian had just said. It was true. He wasn't protecting Gwyn, but himself. He didn't think he could face anymore rejection. Fuck.

" You're too smart for a blood thirsty bastard"

"Don't tell anyone. I like to keep that a secret" ..."So- Gwyn thinks you want Elain, you don't want Elain but are pretending to, to save Gwyn from a fate tied to yours, stupidly, but it is and she knows you're mates, its not snapped for her but, hang on, did you tell her it snapped for you?"

"No"

"Hmmm"

"I have my reasons"

"I'm sure you do but again, it's not going to do you any favours keeping this from her. Trust me. Females don't like being kept in the dark. Especially if she has feelings for you."

"Gwyn isn't like that, she doesn't have feelings for me"

"No? I must see something you don't then brother. For a spy you're not very perceptive"

"Sometimes when we are alone I sense things but then the next moment it's gone and I don't want to scare her. She's been through so much, I don't want to force or push her into something she's not ready for. Fate or not. This has to be her choice"

"I agree. But what about your choice Az? What do you want?"

Azriel swirled the words around in his head and he leaned forward onto his knees, a hard whack of Cassian's paw hit him on the back of his shoulder, rubbing gently to ease the obvious worry that must be over Azriel's face.

"I, I don't know"..."what if I'm not what she wants?"... "This can't go back Nesta, swear it" to Azriel's eyes implore his brother's.

"What if you are everything she wants?" Ignoring to swear a bargain Cassian asks him a question instead as he gets up and steps out from the wall, leaving Azriel to stew.

"By the way you were walking earlier I have a very clear idea of what YOU need"

Azriel growled and smirked at his brother's broad back "Your gait was as if you had been astride a horse for days" another growl and Azriel had shoulder barged a laughing Cassian to the ground, thus commencing their brotherly play fighting.

"Wait, don't hit my nose, it's bruised enough as it is" Cassian held up a hand covering his still slightly swollen nose, Azriel hesitated then huffed a great sigh and stepped off his brother, lifting his hulking form up with ease. "Fine. I was growing bored anyway."

"What are your plans for today? Fancy joining me this afternoon?-I plan on getting my revenge on the bastards who dared try and marr this handsome face"

"Hmmm, tempting but no. I have commitments elsewhere"

"Spy stuff?"

"Spy stuff" Azriel smirked and bowed his head at Cassian before kicking off the ground and opening his wings into the sky, the wind lifting him higher and higher until all that Cassian could see was a dark mistakable dot above and all that Azriel could see was endless possibilities and a warm, bright burning sun that reminded him of freckled cheeks and wide smiles.

Next chapter will be the Valkyries getting thrown into the deep end at Warhaven...

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lesbiandomesticity · 2 years

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here's a little teaser for book 4

For the first month that she was gone, I would go over the details in my mind so that I know that I didn’t make anything up, didn’t miss anything vital. I was desperate to find some glaring red flag, a treasure map leading right to her, swept under the desk in a hurry, gathering dust with old pens. There had to be something that I missed.

It was late, much later than Clara usually came to bed. Four in the morning, maybe five? I reached across the sea of blankets and found nothing. Just cold, dead air. For a moment, while the sleep sifted out of my brain, I thought my wife had vanished. When the haze started to clear, I thought she may have just gone to the bathroom. But the sheets were cold, like they hadn’t yet been slept in.

Normally I would have rolled back over and gone back to sleep. She did this, sometimes, when she was working. Her head wouldn’t hit the pillow until long after the sun rose. But I just had this… feeling. So, blinking the remaining sleep from my eyes, I slowly got up out of bed.

The floor was cold on my bare feet, but I was scaring myself now, running through the worst-case scenarios in a brain still switched on for dreaming. When I opened the bedroom door and the girls’ calico cat, Leafy ran in, I almost jumped. Clara’s office was only down the hall, but the trip felt like it spanned the entire night. I threw open the door, catching it at only the last second so that it wouldn’t dent the hallway wall, and stared.

I watched her for a moment, still as enamored as always. She wore a white tank top, and flowered yellow shorts. Her hair twisted on the top of her head like she always wore it before bed. Like she had fully intended on coming to bed hours ago but got caught up. Which was probably exactly the case.

If she knew I was standing behind her, watching, she made no note of it. Her head rested on her knee, pulled up against her body so that her foot was resting on the hard wooden chair she wouldn’t let me replace. If she were to turn around, I imagined, I would see her sturdy framed glasses balanced on the tip of her nose, always a breath away from sliding off. She would be biting her bottom lip in that way she always did when she was thinking deeply. This project had come to consume her over the last few weeks, and as hard as it was sharing her, I didn’t mind. When she wasn’t writing she buzzed around the house excitedly, cleaning and chatting—more to herself than to me, but she never minded when I chimed in. Energy overflowing after hours of sitting at the computer, her dark, slender fingers moving a mile a minute, typing faster than I could even think.

Clara was always easy to love, but something about her energy when she was deep in thought in a project brought me to another level of adoration. Her passion lit up the room. As easy as it was for her to get lost in, it was easier for me to get lost watching her. Warmth radiated off of her when she was working. I could curl up on the love seat in her office any time of day and fall asleep to the sound of her typing. The rhythmic clicking rocking me like the heartbeat of the ocean in the womb.

“I’m almost done, love. Just three more pages. Go back to sleep.” Clara didn’t look at me, too enthralled in her writing to tear her eyes away. The lights were off in the room, and the blue light from her computer made a halo around her curls. Her fingers tapped on the keyboard, not typing but thinking.

I gripped the doorway, waiting for the hammering in my chest to slow down. I felt silly now, having let my melatonin-drunk mind wander. Clara was right here. Nothing was wrong. She started typing again. I exhaled. Closed the door. Stood in the hallway for a moment, eyes readjusting to the darkness after the blue glow of her office. Everything was fine.

But I still stopped by the girls’ bedroom on the way back to mine, peeking inside. With the soft yellow light of their nightlight, I watched them, curled around each other in one bed, the other occupied by the other cat, a tiny black thing with yellow eyes that they called Midnight. They breathed slowly, deeply. Ruby had one arm draped over the side of the bed, her stuffed elephant lying face down on the floor beside her, fingers almost grazing her soft blue-grey fur. I tiptoed across the room and picked her up and tucked her back beneath my daughter’s arm. Kissed them both on the top of their dewy heads. Made a silent promise for a pancake breakfast in the morning. Lane stirred, stretching her little arms like she might wake up, but at the last second, she rolled into her sisters back instead.

I felt warm and content watching them, but there was a nagging in the back of my head that I couldn’t shake. I’m exhausted, I told myself. It’s nearly morning, and if I don’t go back to sleep now they’ll have zero functional mothers when they wake up in an hour. I tiptoed backwards out of the room, careful to ignore the spot by the doorframe that I knew creaked.

Back in the hallway, I could hear pacing in Clara’s office, but that wasn’t unusual. I walked back to our bedroom and closed the door behind me. The sheets were still warm when I crawled back into bed, head already heavy. I was asleep again before I knew it.

The next morning, the sheets beside me were still cold.

Most missing people don’t end up on the news. When I was younger and not sure what I wanted to do with my life, I worked with teenage girls. We would report one or two of them missing almost every other month, when they decided to run from the program to party, meet up with friends or boyfriends or girlfriends, or try to make their way back to their estranged mothers. Sometimes they would be gone for days. One was gone for almost two weeks. She was the only one who’s face I ever saw on the local news.

Missing adults almost never end up on the news. So, when twelve and then twenty and then sixty hours rolled by without any word from my wife, I knew that she wouldn’t be found by anyone but herself or me. There would be no photos on milk cartons, no stories or banners on the news, no two am phone calls to let me know she had been sighted in a Wawa on the corner of Roosevelt Boulevard. The one her dad forbid her to walk to as a kid, because the road was too busy, and the one her mom secretly watched her walk to from the front porch almost every single day. Her head on a swivel as she crossed the road, braids swinging furiously, fingers crossed.

No one would even know she was from Philadelphia, lived in Western Mass now, was married, had two daughters, loved to stay up too late, had no sense of direction. Because no one would know that she was gone.

After a few weeks, the police started screening my calls. No new information, Mrs. Wisteria. Pronounced wrong, like hysteria. Not the name we chose for ourselves, for Clara’s favorite flowers. It sounded clunky on their tongues. I stopped calling. Her phone started going to voicemail around the same time, but I didn’t stop calling her. I talked to her outgoing message, sometimes begging sometimes cursing. Come home. Where are you. We need you.

I hate you, dancing on my lips, but never making it out. Because I didn’t, of course. I was scared and hurt and alone and frustrated and lost. She was our daughters’ mother, my wife, and my best friend.

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frankhightower · 2 years

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Thoughts on the 150 pokémon

I recently drew the 150 pokémon in commemoration for reaching 150 followers on twitter… after 11 years. I want to share some of the thoughts I had during the process, some of which I shared on twitter as I was doing it, others which didn’t fit in the character limit. Thought this might be a fun read for some of you. 003: The Bulbasaur line is a lot more turtle-like than I’d previously thought. 004: I hadn’t realized the Charmander line doesn’t have any ears, it has horns. 006: Do you remember that in Gen I, Charizard can’t use fly? So many jokes were lost when they “fixed” that… 007: Although I’m trying to not draw the Pokémon from the Anime, it’s hard to give a Squirtle glasses and not make him look like one of the Squirtle squad, but I figured out a way. 008: I can fully see the argument on Wartortle being based on an axolotl now. 009: Blastoise was the first Pokémon that was hard to draw: it just has so many elements: the shell, the ears, the cannons… I have a lot more respect for Mr. Sugimori now. 012: Remember the fan theory that Butterfree was supposed to be Venomoth and vice-versa? It’s actually a good mnemonic for how to draw them! 016: Pidgey gave me a hard time with, unexpectedly, the dark spots behind its eyes, but it just wouldn’t be Pidgey without them 017: Made the hard decision of making Pidgeotto’s crest be a crown of several feathers rather than just a handful of very long feathers, mostly because I just wasn’t good at drawing feathers. 025: I hadn’t really noticed before that the Pokémon are numbered in groups approximating the areas they appear in the game 028: Any doubt I had Sandslash was based on a hedgehog has been dispelled with this drawing 029: How is Nidoran, literally one of the most generic pokémon, one of the hardest to draw?! 031: Nidoqueen always looks so imposing in the anime, but that's because all the characters are children. Canonically, she's only 4 ft tall! 032: I hadn’t noticed Nidorino’s spots until I had to add more indications that this was a Nidorino 035: I'm glad Detective Pikachu came out, because now it's cannon that Clefairy’s swirl is just fluff. 036: as it turns out, Clefable has REALLY short arms! 039: Jigglypuff’s huge eyes have an incredible potential for exaggerating its expressions. You’d think there was no way you could draw them “too big”, yet I somehow managed. I also discovered how imperfect scaling in Gimp is this way when I tried to use it to fix it. Luckily my expression is “excited” so blurred eyes don’t look wrong. 041: Question: are those two things sticking out the bottom supposed to be Zubat's feet or a forked tail? I never could figure it out! I originally wanted to do another "carrying it away in his talons" drawing but this question made me rethink the whole thing! 042: Golbat is the stuff of nightmares. We know it is able to close its mouth but looks horrible doing it! And how many toes is it supposed to have? Why do its ears shrink when it evolves? 043: Wait a minute, Oddish has no arms! And are those shoes on his feet? 046: one, two three… wait, Paras only has six appendages? If it looks like an arachnid, crawls like an arachnid and has fangs like an arachnid… it’s an insect!? 047: Parasect has a pattern on its mushroom? It’s not just random dots? 048: Venonat’s arms are ridiculously short! Surely it still has elbows and knees, they’re just hidden under its fur… right? It’s always bothered me that Venonat is #048 when Oddish is #043! You exit Mt. Moon having caught Venonat and you think you missed something, so you go back and… there’s nothing there! 049: ah yes the old “what’s under Diglett” joke, which was canonized in the first Pokémon Mystery Dungeon. 050: I have no idea what those noses would translate to in real life 051: I realize now how intentionally ridiculous Meowth's design is: no shoulders, no nose, skinny little legs, semibipedal…no wonder any costume he wears looks silly! (and yes, he was semibipedal even before the anime, I checked) 054: Spent way too long thinking about how feather fingers work on this one 055: What's the deal with Golduck anyway? weird beak, head spikes…toes?! 056: despite desperately not wanting to draw the Pokémon from the anime, it’s hard to think of Mankey behaving as anything other than the iconic one from the anime 059: There was an old rumor that Arcanine was meant to be the legendary fire dog (which eventually became Entei). I can totally see the parallels between Arcanine and Entei now. People often say arcanine is too floofy. I don't have a problem with that, but you know what did affect me? Too stripey! Oh well, at least it's not leopard spots again 060: Polwag is freaking huge, have you noticed? Not tadpole size! 062: I realize now Poliwrath’s "gloves" are webbing 063: Interestingly, I've always thought of Abra as an insectoid pokémon, but the more I read about it as I searched for a good reference picture, the more it became clear it's just a cat! But cats don't have those weird shoulder plates. You know what animal does? Rhinos. That's right: Abra is part rhinoceros! 066: What animal is Machop supposed to be? Bulbapedia implies it’s some sort of frog, but I've come to a stunning conclusion: it's a hippo. Think about it! No toes, smooth skin, big snout... 068: Sometimes when drawing characters, I wish they had two sets of arms so they could properly express the emotion I’m trying to convey, but always when I end up getting one that actually does, I have a hard time deciding what the second set of arms is supposed to do. I don’t think the anime ever had that problem / took advantage of that. 069: I always seem to misremember Bellsprout as more detailed 070: Weepingbell is another pokémon that freaks me out, like, is that a tongue or just the inside of its "cheek"? And what's with the little stalk tail? And the name! 071: Also let me add that the whole Bellsprout line is another one that's friggin' huge. We're used to their sizes because they appear so often in the anime but, come on, a flower shouldn't be bigger than a bouquet! 072: Tentacool’s head is scarily human-like in a Megamind-sort of way. I mean, why does it need a nose? Or those gem-like things? Why can’t it just be a jellyfish-octopus? 073: Tentacruel’s canon height is 5 ft (1.6 m) but that scene with the kaiju from the anime is the one that always come to mind when thinking about Tentacruel’s size, which is interesting because Tentacruel is a pretty common Pokémon that has been in a lot more episodes than that. The Episode, I feel, did not deliver on the hype created by showing it in the intro: the amount of kaiju-ing was remarkably unsatisfactory. (Yes, I watched it... that one time it aired on public TV... Turns out it’s supposed to be an environmental message) 074: Geodude is indelibly associated in my mind with his “coming out of the pokéball” animation from Pokémon Stadium 2, which attempts to explain his pokédex pose as flexing his muscles, but to me it always looked like he was saying "you called me out... for this?!" 076: While the anime will show us even the most ferocious Pokémon happy, they rarely show them just being kind 077: I have no idea how Ponyta's fire works. I get that it’s supposed to replace its mane, but then again, I have no idea how horse manes work either. Ponyta's pokédex size is friggin tiny, only 3 ft tall! We see kids riding them in the anime but that doesn't check out at all! 080: Slowbro is another freakishly huge Pokémon (5 – 6 ft / 1.5 – 2 m), especially considering it’s supposed to be “just” a slowpoke (3 ft / 1 m) that got its tail stuck in a Shellder’s mouth 081: Can steel type Pokémon sweat? Anime physics let them get “anxiety” sweat drops, but would they be physically able to produce them? 082: Magneton has to be the pokémon I most severely underestimated the difficulty of. I mean, who cares if each individual magnet is not in perspective? Me! And it's still not right! 083: I usually don't think of Farfetch'd, the wild duck Pokémon, as a duck, isn't that funny? 085: Dodrio's design always bothered me: It's all about the rule of three: 3 heads, 3 tail feathers, 3 front-facing toes (which is weird because Doduo has 4) ...Then why are there only TWO big plume feathers atop each head?! 086: Real seals always have a slight glowyness on their back from having fur so short and oily be so wet. It’s interesting that the anime has never tried to portray that with Seel 088: I’d never thought about it before, but Grimer has no actual feet! If it stands on a grate (or indeed, a tightrope) it would pass right through! 089: I had to pass by Alolan Muk when looking for references and oh my god it's horrifying! WHY do you people want more regional forms?! 090: TV tropes says when you don’t know how an animal would behave, make them behave like a dog or a cat. Is that what the anime does? Is that how Pokémon are supposed to behave? Is that what makes them so endearingly pet-like? 091: Why does Shellder’s face move to its pearl when it evolves into Cloyster? What happens if someone tries to pluck its pearl? Why is its pearl black!? Why are we doing water route Pokémon when we’re still not done with the Safari Zone??? 092: I couldn't figure out what cursed lavalamp-fire-smoke Ghastly is supposed to be giving off, but I’m more than a little disturbed by the realization that … it has wrinkles! … I can’t spell Gastly 095: Onix's rocks have a very specific order, did you know? I always thought they were a string of identical rocks, so identical it didn’t matter if you took one out, but no: specifically 15 rocks, specifically (starting after the head) oval, circle, flat, octagon, hexagon, square, 3 big, 6 small 096: Drawing Pokémon for so long is making me ask stupid questions like “how many toes does a cat have?” 097: People always make fun of Hypno for its nose, but it’s the evolution of a tapir! How can it not have a big nose? It’s the feet that bother me! 098: I figured out what's so hard about bug pokémon: on any other, lines just... end. With anthropods, it's like drawing bones! They curve, they bend back, there's nothing to cover them! 099: I honestly thought the "running" part was going to be the hardest thing to portray here. But no, you know what was? The butt! Kingler’s butt Is not shell-like, it’s roach-like! 100: Voltorb is interesting because it basically exists to be the pokémon world's mimic chest, yet still packs a personality. The anime turned this into the best running gag ever with Team Rocket constantly picking up sleeping Voltorbs from piles of pokéballs all through the Celadon City arc. And it's #100! How cool is that? 103: I previously joked Goldbat is the stuff of nightmares but that pales in comparison to Exeggutor's pokédex: The heads fall off as Exeggutor ages and become Exeggcute?! And they don't grow back?! So each head is potentially hundreds of years old?! 104: The hardest question here was how many fingers does Cubone have? It seems no one knows! 105: Marowak is never shown in a calm pose …but what are those lines on its stomach? Bulbapedia says they're reptilian… would that make the Kangaskhan theory wrong? I won't believe it! 106: Can we talk about how ridiculous Hitmonlee's design is? He has no mouth to roar with …and what's with those Big Bird legs?? 107: I hadn't realized how bony Hitmochan is until now. He's practically a skeleton with clothes! Also, I spent the whole time here thinking how pokémon clothes work. Does Tyrogue just tug on its trainer one day and say "Master, I'm about to evolve, so I need you to buy me a skirt and shoes" "You don't need boxing gloves?" "What gloves? Those are my hands!" I know Tyrogue is Gen 2 but still! 108: I had a lot of trouble drawing Lickitung’s head because I’m not sur what Lickitung is supposed to be! An otter? A bear? A frog? Some kind of dinosaur? 111: Several things tripped me up about Rhyhorn: The fact that its ears are basically built into its horns, that each plate has spikes, that you can’t see its shoulders, that it looks steel-like… 112: It was fun drawing Rhydon happy, but hard to make him not look like Nidoking. 113: I have unilaterally decided Chansey is an axolotl. Chansey is another pokémon with ridiculously short arms which seem to bend somewhere under its body fat. 114: Tangela is supposed to be a ball of yarn of sorts made up of vines, but in my mind, I’ve always conceived them as tentacles. I don’t know why. Also how is there only one trainer in the entire game that has Tangela? It's a picnicker East of Fuchsia city which I remember vividly because I had to battle her six frigging times! How did we not get “don’t mess with shuckle, er, tangela” jokes in Gen 1? 115: My apologies to Mr. Sugimori, but he really can't draw Kangaroos. Kanghaskhan really looks more like a Rhydon with a pouch 117: Why is Seadra’s mouth triangular? Horsea’s is nice and round! 120: Staryu always freaked me out. As a starfish, Staryu's mouth should be where the gem is, but then watergun comes out of its "arm"? 122: Few people realize Mr. Mime's whole point is "have you noticed how human frog hands look?" 123: Scyther is, for me, the emblematic bug-type Pokémon. 124: Much has been said of Jynx's face, but I want to ask: what's the deal with her ARMS? 127: …what do you mean Pinsir doesn’t have a neck?! 128: Tauros is a weird pokémon, seemingly representing the entire bovine family. It’s a bison but also a buffalo but also a bull but also… 129: There is an episode in the anime where we actually see how to use a Magikarp that only knows Splash in battle: you throw it at your opponent! 131: Lapras is often described as the water transport pokémon. Yet when the anime tried to actually use one for this, we see how hard it is to fit everyone on its shell, what with its spikes and the fact that Lapras just aren’t that big! Misty constantly rides on its tail! 132: It was once widely accepted as Fanon that every Ditto start out unable to Transform their face, like the one in Ditto's Mysterious Mansion. When Duplica (its trainer) showed up in Goldenrod City (Johto) with another Ditto that couldn’t change its size, fans quickly amended this to “every Ditto has some aspect of transforming that it have trouble mastering”. It turns out picking aspects is remarkably hard (Ditto OCs disappeared within a matter of weeks), so Ditto instead became the butt of all the breeding jokes. 135: Electric-type Pokémon that seem to have quills instead of regular fur have always bothered me. Yes, I’m talking about Jolteon. 137: Sugimori also obviously knew nothing about 3D modeling when he designed Porygon: the top half of the side of its face has a notch for the eye! That’s a big no-no, all polygons must be convex and preferably have no more than 4 sides or the renderer will get confused! Porygon’s eye must constantly be clipping through it! Plus, if Porygon was made with 1995 technology, its eyesight must suck since computer vision was horrible at the time! 138: Omanyte has 10 tentacles. Ten! No wonder it almost never gets animated! 139: Why is Omastar the only Pokémon that gets a proper octopus beak? 140: There is actually two designs for Kabuto’s back: one that is beetle-like and the other that has a false face at the top, both trying to interpret the dome fossil. I tried combining them and I’m not sure if the effect works. 142: Aerodactyl has actual fingers! They’re not bat-like! I’d never noticed that! 143: People sometimes forget that Snorlax is quite a capable fighter, quite capable of standing up 146: As a kid, I always thought Motres was supposed to be a heat mirage, but successive generations have revealed that it's just the shape of its feathers! People's favorite piece of useless trivia here is "the legendary birds are name uno dos tres!" but I have a more useful one: Moltres is so-named because it's MOLTING! 147: I couldn't decide if Dratini is supposed to have scales or fur 149: Dragonite is the only Pokémon that is always portrayed smiling or waving. Look Game Freak, we already like Dragonite! You don’t need to make it more likable! 150: Canonically, there is only one Mewtwo, and we got a whole movie dedicated to his personality. I’m not sure, then, if it would react how I’ve shown him. 151: Mew is so distractable, but then again, it literally knows nothing of social norms. I do love how Mew’s design gives you a sense of closure, of peace, just by looking at it.

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I had a dream just now that might make a good story. So, I had a virus on my laptop which allowed a hacker to see everything I did on my computer and use my webcam. The hacker ends up falling in love with me after stalking me for a few months and pays for someone on the dark web to kidnap me. It works, and then I wake up tied up in the hacker's arm as he caresses and kisses me. That's pretty much it, good night! 🌙

Yo this is my kink 😳

Also I couldn't not write this for Saeran, ok.

Title: Stranger danger

Tw: nsfw - ish, female reader, masturbation, cyber stalking, hacking, mentions of dark web, very irresponsible online behavior, obsessive behavior, implied kidnapping

You knew that this was a stupid idea. Lurking on the dark web with almost no protection other than the Tor browser and some free anti-virus program wasn't your best decision, but fuck it if it wasn't entertaining. You had always been drawn to the darker, scarier part of the human mind and this side of the internet proved quite interesting. Your friends always warned you about the dangers that came with looking up shady online searches and sites but everything had been quite peaceful so far. There weren't hackers or murderers on the dark web, the worst you had seen were people selling drugs and weapons for unreasonable prices, along with some questionable fetish porn and the typical popping ads.

Your favorite thing to do while online was chatting. Two weeks ago you had stumbled upon an unusual forum called "Scream buddies" where upon entering you were automatically connected to another random profile. The whole theme of the forum was discussing horror and mondo movies, shockumentaries and overall creepy stuff, your forte. The person you met on there shared a similar fascination with all things dark and gory which soon made talking to them the only thing you were looking forward upon opening the site.

You didn't know much about the guy behind the profile yet, except that he was a young man. His icon showed an eye so green it emited with the neon pigment and his username was just as mysterious - BlueRose7. You enjoyed chatting with him about your hobby but the thing you liked the most was undressing him little by little, metaphorically so, by getting pieces of information about his life. It started small - his favorite food, favorite book, favorite game, but the moment you tried digging deeper and asked whether he had siblings or not, the man simply disappeared for the next few days. You quickly realized just what type of topics you needed to avoid to keep your new friend from leaving. Family, childhood memories and work matters were out of the picture.

The stranger wasn't fair, not really. He didn't show you vulnerability and kept his secrecy while demanding to know everything there was to know about you. For the longest time you didn't want to answer just to stay on a equal footing, just to show him how frustrating it was, but there was something about the man that drew you in. He was magnetic, clever and witty, if a bit pessimistic and dark at times. You couldn't help telling him everything he wanted to hear - what your job was, whether you were single or not, all that jazz. In your defense, BlueRose7 actually listened to your stories, took your problems seriously and provided solutions, which despite being too extreme and overprotective at times (upon hearing that your bestfriend talked behind your back he offered to "take care" of her), were comforting. It was nice to have someone caring around even if you met him on a sketchy website.

Meanwhile your personal life wasn't going too great. You had to balance between attending college, working long shifts as a waitress and meeting your friends from time to time which was draining. On top of all there was a weird virus on your computer which resulted in the camera turning on and off and the most random times of the day - while you were studying, watching TV, or in some cases, fully naked and ready to take a bath. You didn't think much of it though, with all the illegal movies and games you downloaded along with the dark web lurking it was more than expected for your laptop to behave weirdly. You didn't even mention it to your friend from the IT major because you knew that he'd force you to delete Tor and put an end to your internet adventures.

One time you were particularly bored after several long lectures and you were laying in bed, the camera turned on once again. It was a hot afternoon and you were wearing boyshorts and a loose T- shirt with nothing underneath it, you were home alone so there was no need. The bright red spot was twinking like a recorder, the light reflecting in your eyes, when a silly little idea came to your mind. You slid your hand under your blouse and lifted the fabric up, exposing your breasts to the laptop, your nipples hardening due to the sudden coldness, becoming pink and stiff in seconds. You played with for a few minutes, pinching and pulling the buds gently, moaning softly into the pleasant sensation. Soon you could feel yourself getting wet, and slowly, teasingly, removed your shorts and panties. You smiled at the camera, biting your lip provocatively, imagining you were a camgirl performing for her desperate little fanboys and fangirls. The thought alone was enough to make you spread your legs wide and slip two fingers into your throbbing cunt, using the wetness to push deeper. You used your other hand to stroke your clit and whimpered wantonly, your face red, your neck sweaty and your heart pumping fast from the adrenaline. You were quickly reaching your orgasm and your mind wondered to the boy you were talking to in the forum. You wondered how he looked like, how his body was built, whether he was a sweet sensual lover or a rough mean one. Fucked up as it was, you pictured the man as one of your most loyal viewers, watching all of your streams with a fist around his thick vock and an excited grin on his face. He would comment things like "you look so beautiful like this" or perhaps even "pretty little slut" after tipping you enough to last you a week. Soon all the mental stimulation sent you over the edge and you came with a loud cry full of pleasure. Well, this felt good.

After your "performance" was over the camera was magically turned off, which may have caused some concerns if you weren't too busy feeling embarrassed and dirty about the unhinged fantasy you had just had, and with a person you knew nothing about. You managed to calm down though - it wasn't nothing more than a fun pastime, a naughty thought that would never become the reality. You would never actually meet BlueRose7, right? There was nothing to worry about, so you just went on with your day.

You had some dinner afterwards and decided to have an early night as you already felt full and tired. You put on your favoruite pajamas and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling until you fell into deep dreamless sleep.

You woke up due to a weird noise. You could hear someone's heavy breathing right next to your ear, someone's grabby hands were wrapped tightly against your body, trapping you between the wall and their hard chest. You had only a few seconds to scream before the intruder's palm covered your mouth.

"Shhh." The man whispered softly and stroked your hair like you were a doll he was playing with. "Don't scream or I'll be forced to hurt you, flower. I have a gun." His voice sounded deep and rough but this didn't stop you from thrashing and turning on your side until you came face to face with the man. It was dark in the room and you couldn't exactly see all his features but his enchanting green eyes would forever be burned into your memory - they seemed dashing, hypnotizing. You couldn't utter a word.

"It's me, the person you've been talking to all these months. I came to take you home" He spoke out suddenly, the line of his mouth twisting into a smile or a smirk, you couldn't quite tell. You shook your head no, tears threatening to spill all over your cheeks from the fear. It couldn't be him, the man would never do that to you. Or would he? With what little information you knew, you couldn't really tell. His hold finally loosen, seeing you quiet like that.

"Let me go, please." You begged, pushing at his shoulders weakly since you were still sleepy, groggy and tired. "I don't know you." You said, hoping this would remind the stranger you weren't friends, lovers or anything that gave him the right to be so close to you, to touch you so intimately. Unfortunately, this only seemed to amuse him and he chucked darkly as he pulled your hair away to place a small chaste kiss on your neck.

"But I know you, flower." Your supposed online friend replied shortly after, his eyes full of malice. "And your little show today makes me think you want to know me too." He added in a low tone, licking his lips before smashing them on yours, forcing his tongue deep into your mouth just to hear your whines and protests. Then it hit you. The camera, the virus, the questions. He had watched you, he knew where you worked, where you lived and studied, everything. You had told him after all.

The hacker thought you looked so adorable right now, figuring things out, helpless, confused, regretful and most of all, weak. You were so weak and careless, and he loved you for it. It reminded him of himself before life screwed him over.

You wouldn't be in this position, underneath him, if you had just told someone about your laptop virus and the bad guy you had encountered online. But Saeran couldn't say he wasn't glad your self-preservation instincts were so very broken and dysfunctional. He wouldn't meet you otherwise. "I need you, princess. That's why I'll take you to Paradise." These were the final words you heard before you felt lightheaded and sleepy again, your last memory a pair of green mint eyes.

You really shouldn't have trusted strangers on the internet.

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My Friend’s Father (Part Three)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Smut

Words: 2,947

Notes:

I have decided to make this into a series.

Alright, no judgment. This was a dream of mine and I felt like I had to write it down. Everyone in this Fic is over the age of 18 and this Fic is in no way based on Cillian’s real family life. It’s pure filth.

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Cillian’s POV

Shortly after Denise got home from her rather miserable date with Jeremy, Cillian went to bed. It was only 9 o’clock but he thought that he would spend some time finishing reading the book he had started to read two nights ago.

The problem was that, even when he tried hard to focus on the content of the book, he couldn’t.

His mind was overrun with guilt about what had happened between you all so suddenly and unexpectedly and he still wasn’t so sure why he had given into you so easily. It was almost like he had lost all of his self-control in that moment.

This kind of behaviour was unusual for him. Usually, he would have been more sensible than this. After all, he was 45 and never had a one-night stand in his entire life.

Would you share this with anyone?

Probably not, he thought. He had known you for a while and you weren’t the type of woman who was actively seeking attention. You were always somewhat nerdy and a bit of loner. For years, he had known you to be sensible and he always liked that you were looking out for his daughter Denise. You were more mature than her and were always somewhat shy and reserved.

With this in mind, he was even more surprised by your actions. You seducing him the way you did seemed out of character for you which made him nervous.

Did you have feelings for him?

He certainly hoped that you didn’t. For him, this was nothing but sex and he would hate to give you the feeling that it was something more. He didn’t want to hurt you.

He should never have given into you. He knew that it was wrong and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why he acted so selfishly because, in his mind, this was exactly what it was. An act of selfishness.

You were young and clearly inexperienced which made this whole thing even worse. It was obvious to Cillian that you hadn’t been with many men before and he felt as though he took advantage of you even despite the fact that you were the one who made a move on him. He should have stopped you.

The fact that he is seeing someone else in Manchester didn’t help either and, whilst it wasn’t anything serious or exclusive, it felt wrong to him to be intimate with you which, in his own mind, brought him to another dilemma all together.

Why didn’t he use protection when he slept with you?

He knew that he could have simply walked into his son’s bedroom and find what he needed. But he didn’t. Instead, he was so consumed by lust that he forgot all about the need to be play it safe. Of course, he always reminded his adult children about the importance of protection and yet, he failed to adhere to his own rules.

Whilst he knew that you didn’t have many sexual partners and any risk associated with contracting STDs was somewhat low, he worried that you weren’t on birth control.

Why on earth didn’t he at least ask you about it? Was it too late to ask you now? Why did you make him pull out?

WHAT THE FUCK HAD HE DONE???

He panicked and he knew he had to talk to you in order to ease his mind.

YOUR POV

After you listened to Denise about her date gone wrong and what an asshole Jeremy actually was, you also made your way to bed. You felt terrible for her but knew that she would meet someone else who would make her happy and treat her well.

But her date with Jeremy wasn’t the only thing you felt terrible about. Even more so, you felt terrible about sleeping with her father which you knew was wrong and yet, you tried to justify it in your head.

Why did you act so selfishly and gave into your sexual needs?

This was something you had never done before. You were rather careful when it came to getting yourself involved with guys.

You had taken a liking in your friend’s father several years ago when you were 19. But then, it was just a silly crush you thought.

When you heard about his divorce however, you began to fantasise about him in your sleep and this was simply a fantasy you had finally acted upon.

This, however, didn’t change the fact that he was your friend’s father.

Would she mind if she knew?

Maybe she wouldn’t. She might just think that you are disgusting for sleeping with her dad but, in the end of the day, you are two consenting adults.

Why couldn’t you stop even when you realised that what you were doing was wrong?

When you made the first move it was almost like you were in a trance. You were overwhelmed. You wanted every bit of it but you never experienced sex quite like this. It was intense and he certainly knew what he was doing.

Whilst Cillian was much older than you, you were extremely attracted to him. Everything about him was perfect in your mind and he felt incredible when he was inside you.

You wanted so much more and thought that, perhaps, if it was just sex, it wasn’t wrong after all.

Together Again

Just as those thoughts raced through your mind, you heard a quite knock on the door.

Thinking that it was Denise, you didn’t bother to cover up as you were sitting on the guest bed in black cotton panties and a tight cotton singlet.

To your surprise, however, it wasn’t Denise who walked into the guestroom when you called out ‘come in’. It was Cillian.

His chin dropped as soon as he saw you. For some reason, he took a liking in your rather simple but yet revealing outfit, your messy hair and your black framed reading glasses.

‘Hey’ you simply said shyly as he was standing there speechless.

‘Hey’ he responded, swallowing harshly before telling you that he needed to talk to you.

‘Sure’ you said, putting the magazine down which you were reading along with your reading glasses. Then, you scooted over on the bed and indicated to him to sit down next to you.

His scent was intoxicating. He was freshly showered and his hair was still wet but you could still smell a hint of his aftershave on him.

‘So, what do you want to talk about?’ you asked without bothering to cover up your naked skin and you could see Cillian’s mind working overtime while the tension was building.

‘About what happened between us’ he then stammered while he observed your eyes wandering towards where they shouldn’t. But, you couldn’t help it and, when you noticed that he was reacting to your presence, you bit your lips seductively.

‘What happened between us was just sex. It’s not a big deal. People have sex all the time and you can trust me Cillian. It will remain our little secret’ you said in a seductive voice while moving your hand over Cillian’s upper thigh, through the hairs on his exposed skin and then all the way towards the rim of his boxers.

‘Y/N’ he barely managed to stammer, swallowing harshly.

‘Yes Cillian?’ you then smirked, noticing the effect you were having on him and moving your hand farther up his legs and beneath his boxers where you began to stroke his cock.

‘You are so hard’ you then whispered as you received no response from him other than a groan and, just as you did, Cillian took hold of you and pushed you beneath him in one swift movement.

Without words, Cillian’s warm lips met yours in a passionate kiss. The kiss was more urgent than before and you loved the way he asserted his dominance as his tongue circled around yours.

He felt such desire for you that he thought he would explode and, whilst he was normally quite vocal, every word he tried to say and every question he was going to ask you, were caught in his throat.

Wrapping your arms round him you ran your hands up and down his firm back as your mouths ground together. Sucking on each other's lips and plunging your tongues into each other’s mouth.

You couldn’t believe how wonderful it was to be kissed in such an experienced, almost sophisticated way and Cillian was marvelling at how someone so young could have learned to kiss so well.

Within split seconds and in between heated kisses, Cillian’s t-shirt and your singlet landed on the floor.

It wasn’t long until Cillian’s mouth left yours and began to wander over your firm breasts and then all the way down to your stomach which is where they came to a halt.

He interlocked his fingers with your panties and pulled them down, letting them join the other clothes on the floor before his head gracefully disappeared in between your legs.

‘It goes without saying, but you need to be quiet’ Cillian chuckled and you barely managed to nod before you covered your own mouth with the palm of your hand as Cillian dipped his tongue straight into your wetness.

‘Oh god yes’ you whimpered quietly as the rasping roughness of his tongue slid along your velvety wetness and sent enormous tremors through you.

You had little experience of either, receiving or, giving oral sex. In your world of mainly inexperienced boys, it was hardly on the agenda as they were generally too keen to get their rocks off to worry overly about your pleasure. In any case in the usually rushed episodes in the back of cars or downstairs with parents in bed there was hardly the time let alone the opportunity for languid pussy licking or sensual cock sucking. In the world of the forty-five year-old man lying between your opened legs, however, it very much was on the agenda and he seemed to enjoy it just as much as you did.

You moaned loudly as you were holding Cillian’s head in both hands as he licked the length of your pussy. He did it slowly with just the right amount of pressure making sure that the tip of his tongue fully anointed both lips and licked just inside them on that especially sensitive area.

When you moaned a little too loudly again, he reminded you to be quiet just before he sucked and kissed you again, covering every inch of the outside of your pussy before pushing the straightened tip of his tongue inside and probing upwards licking the insides as he started to tongue fuck you.

‘This feels so fucking good’ you stammered, legs shaking and quivering while Cillian held you tightly and it wasn’t long until you reached an orgasm which sent convulsions through your body.

You moaned a little too loud again as your whole body tingled and felt tender to the touch and tears of pleasure and relief, with a tinge of guilt, poured down your cheeks.

‘That was amazing’ you eventually huffed out as you slowly came down from your high and Cillian kissed his way back up your body until his lips reached yours.

‘You taste so fucking good’ he then whispered into your ear after your lips drifted apart and, just as he did, you reached in between his legs and began stroking his cock which was still rock hard.

‘I want to feel you inside me again…please…just once more’ you begged and the sound of you begging alone made Cillian groan.

‘Fuck Y/N…I want you so much’ he whispered as he pulled down his boxers and his wiggling body urged your legs to open so that his cock lay between your thighs with the bulbous end of it pressed against your lips.

‘Then take me’ you groaned marvelling at the fact your friend's dad was about to fuck you.

With the tip of his cock just slightly parting the lips of your pussy and his arms round your body with his hands gripping your taught bum he muttered something you couldn’t understand. It was obvious to you that his mind was hardly able to accept what was happening. Nonetheless, he wanted it so badly and, with a shrug of his hips, he sank his cock deep into your gorgeously tight and wonderfully welcoming pussy.

‘Oh god yes, Cillian’ you groaned as your fingernails were digging into his back.

He pushed himself in as far as it would go, eliciting more groans from you which he had to quickly silence with his lips.

You felt light-headed and deliriously happy. You also felt very filled. Cillian was bigger than the other guys you had been with and you loved the feeling of being stretched. The folds of skin that guard your clit seemed to be open and that so sensitive place felt to be exposed, so as Cillian started moving slowly up and down it was as though his cock was rubbing on it. You had never felt anything like it before. Just as you had never felt like cumming when a man's cock had only been inside you for a few moments.

Somehow, however, you managed to delay your release just a little bit longer, enjoying as Cillian thrusted into you hard and deep until, eventually, the inevitable happened.

‘Let go, there is no need to hold back’ Cillian reassured you and, just as he did, you allowed your orgasm to wash over you.

‘Oh god Cillian, fuck’ you shouted out and he quickly covered your mouth with his hand as he continued to thrust into and watched you lose control.

Your legs were shaking once again as you gave in and, when you finally came down, Cillian pulled out of you.

Thinking that he was done and that he wanted you to proceed as before, you scooted up but, to your surprise, Cillian pulled you on top of him instead.

‘Your turn to take what you need Y/N’ Cillian whispered and you couldn’t help but shiver at his words. He wanted you on top and that was yet another first for you.

‘You can cum again’ he then said but you couldn’t help but shake your head.

‘I don’t think I can, but I am willing to try’ you smirked. He had already given you four orgasms that day which were four more orgasms than anyone else before him had given you.

‘I bet you can’ he then winked and you nodded shyly before taking his hard cock into your hand and lining it up with your entrance.

‘I will be sore tomorrow I think’ you whispered as, with a moan, you sank down on his hard cock.

‘Yes, you will be’ Cillian chuckled as, all of a sudden, he thrusted upwards and deep into your mound, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

Once again, he covered your mouth with his hand as you began to ride him.

‘You feel so fucking good, you know that?’ Cillian groaned as you began to move up and down on his hard shaft. He certainly had become vocal now and you loved it.

‘So tight around my cock’ he then groaned as he met your thrusts and he could hear you starting to whimper.

‘Oh god…yes, fuck my pussy’ you moaned quietly, holding his hand and keeping it near your mouth while sucking on his fingers.

‘Cum inside me Cillian. I want to feel it. Fill me with your cum’ you then demanded as you began to ride his cock harder and faster and, by this point, Cillian had lost all self-control.

The dirty talk, the tightness of your pussy and the way your lips played with his fingers was too much for him.

‘Cum with me Cillian’ you then moaned as you let go and so did he.

‘Oh god Cillian, yes…fuck’ you groaned as such amazing feelings flooded your body and you felt him push into you as far as he could go.

‘Fuck Y/N’ grunted as you both climaxed simultaneously and you soared to a height of pleasure you had never previously experienced when Cillian’s cock exploded sending streams of his cum into you.

‘Oh god that was amazing’ you eventually huffed out when you both stopped moving.

‘Jesus Y/N’ Cillian grunted almost at the same time before his eyes shot open and he saw your satisfied smile.

Carefully, you climbed off him, releasing his cock from your tight pussy before you sat down on the bed next to him.

You spread your legs and, with curious eyes, you looked down on yourself and watched some of Cillian’s cum leak from your core.

‘That feels so fucking good…so warm and wet’ you observed as you collected some of his cum with your finger and brought it to your mouth while Cillian cocked an eyebrow, wondering what you were doing.

‘Uhm…?’ Cillian chuckled, watching you almost speechlessly but yet somewhat turned on.

‘I never had a guy cum inside me but this is so fucking sexy’ you observed with a laugh before reshuffling yourself and collapsing into his arms.

‘Yeah, about that…’ Cillian went on to say…

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