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jeankluv · 2 months ago

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Birdie - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 21

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summary:While everyone adored him, you stood apart in your feelings. It wouldn't be accurate to say you hated him, as " hate " was a strong word, rather, you harbored a profound dislike towards him. The problem was he knew that and his irritating presence seemed to persistently cling to you whenever he crossed your paths. Now, you found yourself paired with him for your semester project, and the thought made you wish to hurl yourself out of the third-floor window. Three months of working alongside him loomed ahead. Adding to the discomfort, you were currently under the scrutiny of hundreds of eyes, each gaze feeling like a murder attempt. It seemed everyone coveted the opportunity to collaborate with Gojo Satoru, except for you.

warning this chapter: injuries, hospital, abusive behavior

tags:modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball, Gojo needs a hug

notes: hi, I’m even embarrassed of posting after so long but I’m sooooo busy and I don’t find time to write. Also I said Birdie was going to last till chapter 30 but tbh I think it will reach at least chapter 25, we are in the final part of the story for Satoru and Birdie. The final part of this chapter and the next one are going to be somehow the breaking point for the story. I don’t want to extend the story bc it would feel repetitive and I don’t want to add drama to this story bc it was never my intention with this one, this one was more like a college romcom.

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“So are you sure you won’t be able to go?” Kyoko asked you.

“Yeah…” You said leaving the books on the table. “Haibara’s sister can’t go, she is getting ready for her college exams and Haibara has the match.” You shrugged. “I told Satoru and even though he is a bit sad, he says that once the summer breaks begins he will make sure to spend time together.”

“Is he taking you somewhere?” Kyoko smiled.

“He doesn’t want to tell me, but I think he is planning something with Suguru…” You looked at her, closing your eyes a little bit. “So tell me… what do you know?”

“I don’t know much, but I saw on Suguru’s phone something about Okinawa.” She smiled. “Have you been to Okinawa?”

“No, but it’s beautiful, right?”

“So beautiful.” She smiled. “Ah! If they are taking us there I might actually pass away, this would be our first trip together as couples.”

“And also for the two of us together.” You pointed out.

“It’s true! I’m so excited!” She said with a big smile. “I’m so happy for us.” She said in a nostalgic tone. “I’m so happy to see you opening more, and to see this romantic side of you.” She said.

You rolled your eyes. “You are just exaggerating things.”

“Not at all.” She smiled. “And I will see it right now, look who is coming.”

Your head turned and you saw Satoru coming to where you two were.

“There is…” Kyoko said. “That light that you get when you see him.”

“Kyoko shhh…” You said embarrassed.

Satoru then sat next to you, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek, making you flushed.

“So cute.” Kyoko said with a mocking tone.

“Enough!” You said back.

“But she is right, you are so cute.” Satoru said. “Suguru is not…”

“I know, he is busy. But it’s okay because I’m enjoying seeing my best friend all embarrassed.”

You rolled your eyes as you shook your head. “And why are we still best friends?”

“Whatever…now Satoru why don’t you tell us about Okinawa?” Kyoko narrowed her eyes as she looked closely to Satoru.

“What about Okinawa?!” His voice came out a bit pitchy, it was clear he knew.

“Yeah…” This time you spoke. “Tell us.”

“I don’t know what you two are talking about!” He stood up. “Let’s go, you need to work.” He said leaving both our you there laughing.

“We will have to look out for bikinis.” Kyoko joked.

“I will see you at home.” You waved at her goodbye as you started to walk towards Satoru.

As usual the ride to your work was filled with laughter and new conversations between the both of you, sometimes you wished those rides could last longer because you wanted to know more about Satoru, hear him laugh all the time. Just simply spend time with him.

Maybe Kyoko was right, maybe you were losing it due to how in love you were.

“Thank you for taking me to work.” You said taking your bag.

“You are my girlfriend, it’s what I should do.” He said.

“Yeah, but there is no need ‘Toru…” You responded.

“Whatever, I know tomorrow you won’t be there.” He looked to the back seats, searching for something. “And it makes me sad, because I wanted to see you with this and I wanted everyone to see you wearing it, but here you have it.” He gave you a bag.

“What is this?” You said with a small smile on your lips and looking at him. “Oh! Satoru!”

“It has my name on it.” He smiled proudly.

“But I won’t be there.” You said, with a sad smile and touching his name on the shirt.

“It doesn’t matter, I want you to have it.” He said. “You can always wear it while you are working. That way everyone knows who is your favorite player.”

You smiled, ready to tease him. “Then, you got the wrong name.”

“Huh?”

“It should say Nanami here.” You tried not to burst into laughter as you watched his expression.

“Oh birdie, don’t tease me or else, you will be late for work.” He grabbed your chin and looked at you with desire.

You smiled and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I will make sure to wear it.”

“Okay.” He then kissed your lips. “I will see you.” You hummed in response. “Love you.”

“I love you too.” You said leaving the car and waving at him goodbye.

You watched as Satoru disappeared in his car down that street. Tomorrow was a big day for him and the entire team. You couldn't be there to support him physically, but you hoped that wearing his shirt during the game while you worked would serve as a lucky charm.

Satoru Gojo POV

Satoru moved his arms as he warmed up. There were about 15 minutes left before the match started. Normally he didn't get nervous, but at that moment Satoru felt something strange. Something that had been bothering him since that morning.

His phone vibrated on his pocket, making him drop his arms to the side and taking the phone out.

A smile appeared on Satoru’s face as soon as he read the notification that popped out on his screen.

It was just two words and one emoji, but it was enough to make him happy and for that strange sensation to disappear from his check.

“Good luck 🫶”

He stayed staring at that screen for quite some time, finally your classes were ending next week. The project he fight so much to get paired with you, was due on Wednesday and after that you were both free from your classes until the next course, the last one.

You still needed to work during the summer, but Satoru had everything planned, he was going to make sure that was the best summer for both of you.

With his blue eyes still locked on the screen he started typing: I wish you were here—

“How cute, the captain all flustered by someone.” Satoru stopped typing as soon as he heard that voice.

“Sukuna…” He said looking at his ex colleague standing in the door. “This is not your team’s room, leave.”

“Why? Can’t I say hi to my dear captain?” He said with a smirk. “I heard you got a girlfriend and that she is not coming today.”

“That’s none of your business.” Satoru turned around, breaking the eye contact with Sukuna.

“I hope that’s not a distraction for you.” He kept on talking. “I won’t hold myself up.”

“Sukuna leave…” Satoru said between his teeth. “Or you want what happened last year to happen again?”

“Don’t play silly Gojo.” Sukuna walked towards Satoru. “And don’t threaten me, I won’t be nice today.”

“Ryomen, what are you doing here?” Yaga appeared on the door.

“Oh coach!” Sukuna acted surprised. “Just wishing Gojo good luck for today’s match.” He smiled, as if he was innocent. “Anyways, I will leave you alone, see you in a few minutes Gojo.”

With that Sukuna disappeared from the room, leaving Satoru and Yaga alone. “Gojo…”

“Nothing, you know Sukuna, he only came here to bother me.” Satoru said. “He is still mad about what happened last year.”

“You know it was not your fault Sukuna was kicked out right?” Yaga said, approaching him.

“Doesn’t matter anymore, now there is a match to win. It’s the end of the season, remember coach?” He smiled passing by Yaga’s side.

Before Satoru knew it, the clock had started ticking and the sound of shoes, hair and the screams of the fans filled his ears.

Satoru moved fluidly around the court, leading his teammates and setting up plays with precision. His blue eyes always following the ball. The pace of the game was intense, each possession feeling like a battle as the score went up point by point.

But Sukuna was relentless. Every time Satoru touched the ball, Sukuna was there, pressing hard on defense, Satoru had noticed how his eyes sparkled with mischief and some darkness in them. But Satoru remained composed and continued with the game, keeping his cool even as Sukuna’s taunts echoed around him.

“Are you sure you’re focused, captain?” Sukuna taunted as they collided mid-game, their shoulders colliding with a force that made the crowd gasp. “Or are you too distracted thinking about your kitty?” Sukuna laughed mockingly.

Satoru didn’t answer, instead he headed for the basket, evading Sukuna and scoring a perfect shot. The crowd erupted into an uproar and his teammates cheered, clapping him on the back, but he could still feel Sukuna’s gaze on him. Satoru couldn’t hide his anger, his fists and jaw clenched, as he remembered how Sukuna had referred to you.

During a timeout, Suguru pulled Satoru aside, his voice low but firm. “Don’t let it go to your head. This is just another game. Focus on your game plan, not Sukuna.”

Satoru nodded and took a deep breath. “I’m fine, Suguru…” But he wasn’t, he could feel the familiar spark of rivalry growing. A part of him knew that Sukuna was trying to distract him, but another part, one he couldn't ignore, was determined to show Sukuna that he couldn't be defeated.

As the final quarter began, the game was very evenly matched. Both teams were racing with adrenaline from one side to the other, exhaustion taking over as each second passed.

But then everything shifted.

Satoru had the ball in his hand when he felt how Sukuna came running to him. Sukuna launched himself at him from the side, his shoulders slamming hard into Satoru’s ribs.

The force of the blow was intense, unexpected, and he immediately felt blinding pain shoot through Satoru’s body. He staggered, his vision blurred, and within seconds he collapsed to the court, overcome with pain. His head hit the ground, and Satoru started to feel how everything around him began to darken and his name was being called in the distance.

Your POV

You look at the clock that was on the wall as you waited for the lady to give you the money. The match was probably over by know.

You were anxious to know the result and excited to see Satoru’s smiling face telling you they won.

Your eyes were again on the old lady who was in front of you and who carefully was counting each penny she had on her hands to give you the payment.

“Here you go.” The old woman said with a smile.

You offered her a polite smile and gave her her bag with what she bought. “Thank you for coming.”

The store was once again empty, it was just you and the sound of the machines that store the food as a distant sound. You pulled your phone out from your pocket, expecting excited messages from Satoru and from Kyoko. But you were met with a black screen, your old phone was dead, it ran out of battery without you noticing it.

A sighed escaped from your lips as you went to the employee’s room and searched for the cable to charge your phone.

Leaving aside the present you were going to give Satoru once he was there you carefully connected the phone and left it on the side when you heard the noise of the door opening.

Maybe it was him. He came?

You stepped outside the room, expecting to see the white hair of Satoru shining brightly under the lights of the store. But your smile quickly dropped when you saw Haibara and Nanami’s face.

Normally you would be excited but the look on their faces was telling you otherwise.

Before you could speak, Nanami spoke. “Something happened.”

Something cold run through yourself as Nanami’s words sank on your chest. “What…?”

Haibara called out your name as he approached you. “You need to leave with Kento. I will stay here don’t worry.”

Your mind was raising, confused and with thousand of questions popping. Nanami took your arm and without a word he guide you to his car.

“Wait…” You said before entering. “What happened? What’s going on?”

“Hayashi didn’t send you a message?” Nanami asked.

“My phone died, it ran out of battery… doesn’t matter! Why did Kyoko send me a message? What is going on?” You exploded.

“It’s Gojo.” You knew you were losing your strength. “He had an accident during the match.”

An accident? What?

“He is at the hospital right now…” He continued, but you could only hear him far away from you. Until he called you back. “Geto and Hayashi are there and our coach is also there. But Haibara and I came to pick you.”

“Is he… is he okay?” You trembled, scared of knowing the answer.

“I don’t know, he didn’t look good when they took him out of the match.” The air that was on your lugs once again disappeared as you listened to Nanami’s words.

“But how…? How did it happened?”

“It was a player from another team, he had problems in the past with Gojo and… he took it out today with Gojo.” Nanami explained. “He was unconscious when they took him, Geto asked as to come here for you and take you straight to the hospital.”

You nodded, shaking as every word started to process one by one in your mind. “Yeah… we should get going.”

The car ride was silent, your leg moved up and down as you felt how the suffocating knot that had formed in your stomach now settled in your body, practically leaving you without breathing. You had too many questions, but none of them came out of your lips, it was almost as if you didn't have enough strength to articulate a word.

The ride seemed endless, each second felt longer than the last. Every breath felt shallow and your mind was racing, like you were one of those Formula 1 cars, you were terrified to know its condition and completely angry towards the person who had done this to Satoru.

You felt Nanami’s eyes staring at you and then his voice echoed in the car. “We will be there soon… Captain Gojo is strong…” He whispered the last part as if he was a reminder for himself too.

You slightly nodded, still anxious and distressed.

When you arrived you didn’t even wait for the car to stop before exiting and running towards the entrance of the emergency room. Nanami’s voice called your name but you didn’t pay attention to him, you searched for some familiar faces, you needed to know his state. See him.

The pulse in your heart went straight to your ears when you saw Kyoko and Suguru’s silhouette not far from where you were. You were afraid of getting closer and hearing what they knew.

“Oh…” Kyoko gasped when she saw you. “You are here!” She hugged you. “I tried calling you but it said it was off.”

“My phone, it ran out of battery…” You whispered against her. “Kyoko, what…”

“He is stable now…” Suguru spoke this time, his voice was shaky. “They gave him painkillers for his rib and the contusion on the head was not serious. He will be okay.”

You nodded. “How did it happened?” You asked Suguru.

“It was an ex-team member… he… he got in a fight with Satoru last year and after that he got kicked out of the team.” Suguru explained. “And today…”

“Is he crazy?” You said. “Hurting someone over a…”

“It’s okay…” Kyoko tried to calm you down.

“You can go in.” Suguru said. “I’m sure that he will be glad to see you once he wakes up.”

As you followed Suguru’s steps to the room where Satoru was, Kyoko never once let your hand go. Giving you the support you desperately need it. As you stood in front of the door, you opened with shaky hands and entered it. It was completely quiet and Satoru was in the hospital bed, sleep.

You felt the sensation in your stomach growing bigger as you got closer to the bed. Studying his face, you noticed how it was paler than usual, you felt a pang of sadness as you noticed that.

Satoru was always smiling, cheerful, radiant and now… he was there, in a hospital bed, unconscious.

Your trembling fingers touched his white snowy hair. “Satoru…” You gently whispered, hoping for your nickname you used to hate so much to come out of his mouth.

But nothing happened, the only sound in the room was the monitors tracking his heart rate. You held his hand and sat next to him.

Minutes started to pass as you kept on waiting for him to come back to you. You leaned forward, resting your head on the edge of his bed and closing your eyes to breathe in his familiar scent, calming your nerves. Despite the worry that was gnawing at you, the steady beat of his heart brought you a small comfort, a reminder that he was still there.

Last time you were in a hospital was when your grandma was about to pass away. You never liked hospitals, those white walls reminded you of back when you were little after the accident with your mother. Now you knew what happened and that dislike was only bigger.

It was like you were always in a position where you had to see your loved ones suffering. Suguru said he was going to be okay, but despite that you were scared, scared of the possibility of losing him.

You knew that your love was going fast but for some reason you felt like it was meant to be, that it was the type of love you would find in books, in films, in songs.

“Satoru…” You whispered once again, squishing his hand. “Please come back, come back to me.”

Your eyes began to grow heavy as the door softly opened, a man and a woman entering the room. Their expressions were neither warm nor eager, but reserved, almost cold. You swallowed hard as their gazes fell on you, you felt like they were analyzing you completely with those looks, they were almost telling you that you didn't deserve to be in that place. You didn't hesitate for a second to know who they were, they were Satoru's parents, but unlike Satoru, the gaze of those two people lacked warmth. Their gazes moved to stop at your hand that held Satoru's.

The woman's eyes narrowed slightly and her lips pressed into a thin line as she watched you at her side.

"Are you... Satoru's friend?" His mother finally asked, with a sharp tone that almost froze your blood. She barely waited for your nod before pressing her lips together even more. “I didn’t expect my son to have *guests*,” she continued, a subtle disdain in her voice. “Especially considering the kind of company he usually keeps.”

Her husband nodded slightly, giving you a subtle look. “I’m sure you’re… worried about him.” He said. “But this is a family matter. You’d better leave.”

The disdain was clear in his words, and the pain of it cut deep. Satoru’s parents clearly saw you as an outsider, someone who didn’t deserve to be here during such a crucial time. You hesitated, looking back at Satoru, unsure if you should let go of his hand.

But the sight of him lying there, pale and vulnerable, hardened something inside you. Satoru had been there for you when you needed him most, you weren’t about to leave now, especially not when you knew of the abusive behaviors of those two people towards Satoru.

With a calm breath, you looked up and met the icy gaze of his mother. “With all due respect, I’m not leaving. Satoru means a lot to me and I’ll be here when he wakes up.”

You held his hand a little tighter, feeling both protective and defiant. You would stay, no matter what they thought. Satoru was there because of someone else's cruelty, and you were determined to be there when he opened his eyes, to be the face that reminded him that he was loved, even if his own parents couldn't see the strength of the bond you shared.

His father laughed slightly, a laugh that could be straight from a villain. “Don’t tell me you are the real reason why our son is refusing to leave that stupid degree…”

You blinked slowly, as your mouth parted trying to talk. “What…?”

This time Satoru’s mother moved closer to you, with her arms crossed in her chest and her lips still in a thin line. “We told Satoru he should focus on the family business, think about what the family needs and he still refused and acted like a little kid. But apparently he prefers to throw that away for…” She took a lock of your hair and looked at you with those cold eyes, which although in color resembled Satoru's, everything else was completely unknown. “For someone like you.”

You felt how you were getting slapped across the face with those sharp words. “I’m sorry, but with all the respect. Satoru is his own person, who is capable of making his decisions and chooses what makes him happy. If you pay attention to him you would know he…”

Satoru’s father's laugh cut you off, leaving you muted as that laugh filled the room. “You are playing with fire, you know? Satoru has the potential to be one of the best lawyers and own the market within a few years, and position our family at the top. But you appeared and as stubborn he is now suddenly he is not listening to us. And look at him, here laying down in a hospital bed because he was probably too distracted thinking about you to pay attention to the game.”

The blood on your veins started to boil as those words hit you. “Satoru is doing what he wants, which makes him truly happy. He is not someone to bow for someone else's desires.”

“People could never understand what it means to be part of a family like ours.” This time his mother spoke.

Your heart pounded with anger on your chest, you didn’t want to show them any weakness but it was becoming harder with each passing moment.

“You came to the party with our son right?” His mother spoke once again. “It was not difficult for us to track you down…” Your eyes narrowed. “No family, works in a grocery store and you are on scholarship.”

“I have a family…”

“Dead…”

If you could describe what you were seeing at that moment it was red, just red. Your whole self was full of anger, your heart was racing on your chest, while you were trying to calm yourself down.

This time Satoru’s time spoke. “You think he will thank you for this someday? For being the reason why he is wasting his potential.”

It was one after the other, one punch after another. You always felt you were a strong person, who didn’t let yourself bow down for anyone, but at that moment you were feeling like they threw you at the lions and there was nothing you could do.

You strongly closed your eyes, trying to stop any tear that was trying to come out.

“Leave…” A voice sounded in the room and you felt how your heart started to warm again, as if was coming back to life.

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justmystyles · 2 years ago

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Now You're In My Life - Part 3

part 1

part 2

pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 1.8k (it's a shorty, but I promise the next one won't be)

summary: a chance meeting at a diner turns your world upside-down.

warnings: some curse words, but other than that it's tame.

a/n: i am absolutely blown away by the reception i've received over the last couple of days. i just had these stories in my brain that i wanted to write down to get out of my system, i never in a million years thought anyone would read them, let alone actually like them. i'm so thankful for all of the likes, comments, reblogs, lurkers. thank you thank you thank you! 🖤

i say it's a plus size reader, while i don't focus a lot on that aspect (because your size should not define you), it will come up, so i just wanted to be upfront about it.

tag list: @bethanysnow @cute-as-ducks420 @gem1712 @golden-hoax @groovychaosavenue @iceebabies @indierockgirrl @jerseygirlinca @jooniesbabie @kaverichauhan @tenaciousperfectionunknown @thechaoticjoy @theekyliepage @youknowwhaaat

The day after your night with Harry, you sat at your desk willing your eyes to stay open as you reviewed the end of month report. By the time you got home, and the adrenaline of the evening had worn off, you only really got about an hour and a half of sleep. You figure you probably should have called out, but you had been holding onto your PTO so that you could end the year with two months of short weeks.

You were startled by a soft knock at your cubicle wall. You turned to find one of your coworkers, hiding half of his body and displaying a suspicious smile on his face. “Hi Y/N.”

“No way that’s a good greeting,” you reply cautiously. “What’s wrong?”

“You always think the worst of us,” he chuckled. “I’m just here to hand off the delivery that just came for you.” He stepped to his left, revealing an elaborate flower arrangement.

Your eyes went wide and you reached out to take the vase, pulling it up to your face to inhale the scent of fresh sunflowers, orange roses, safari sunset, and yellow solidago. The perfect combination of fall colors.

“You guys got me flowers?” You ask. Sure, you worked with some great guys, but they were typical mid-forties construction guys, you didn’t think it would ever cross their minds to get you flowers. Especially for no reason.

“Not us.” Your coworker shrugged before returning to his desk.

Even more confused than before, you place the flowers down on your desk, and remove the attached card. Pulling it from the envelope, her heart leapt as she read over the words.

Thank you for last night. Especially that last bit.

-H

PS - This should also cover your train ride. ;)

They were from Harry. He was thanking you for kissing him.

That’s it, you clearly never made it into work, you’re still at home in your bed. This has to be a dream.

You sat back down, and reached for your phone on the other side of the desk. You didn’t want to bother him, but it would be polite to thank him for the flowers, right? Just one text, that’s not too much of a bother. He can read it when he has a moment and respond whenever he wants. If he wants. You take a deep breath, building up the courage, and quickly open up your message app, typing Harry’s name into a new message.

Thank you sooooo much for the flowers. Completely unnecessary, but very much appreciated. :)

Before you even had a chance to lock your phone, a FaceTime call from Harry lit up the screen. Your eyes went wide, you weren’t even really expecting a reply text, let alone a FaceTime.

You swipe to answer, and before you know it, you’re staring at Harry who’s looking into his phone with that wide, dimpled grin.

“Harry, you really didn’t have to do this.”

“I know, but I wanted to. Do you like them?”

“They’re beautiful. Really.”

“Well, let’s see them then.”

You swap the camera view, the flowers coming onto the screen. You see Harry’s brow furrow and his head shake in disapproval.

“No no no, this won’t do at all. I’m going to have to let you go. I’ve got to give that florist a piece of my mind.”

“What?! Why? They’re so beautiful!”

“I made it very clear to them that I wanted the flowers to be as beautiful as you are. These aren’t even close.”

Your heart melts immediately, but you’re quickly snapped out of it by the sarcastic ‘awws’ and kissy noises from the cubicles around you. Everyone was listening to your call. You were mortified.

“Y/N, can you flip the camera back around, please?” Harry’s voice rings out over the taunting of your coworkers. You quickly comply, and he starts to chuckle. “There’s that adorable blush. I wish I were there to pinch those cheeks.”

You cover your eyes with your free hand before rushing into a nearby conference room for some privacy. You take a seat at the table, placing your elbow down and burying your face in your hand.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Harry says before taking a brief pause. “Well, maybe a little.” He chuckles. “But more than that, I wanted to make sure you know that last night meant a lot to me.”

His words pull you from your spiral of embarrassment, you stay silent for a moment, making sure you heard him correctly before uncovering your face. “Really?” You ask tentatively. Harry nods his head with a sweet smile. “Me too.”

“Yeah? Excellent! I’d really like to see you again, would you like that?”

“Yeah, I really would.”

“Great, New York City isn’t that far from you, right?”

“No, it’s a few hours. Not a bad ride, I’ve done it a few times.”

“Would you like to do it this weekend? I’m at Madison Square Garden Saturday and Sunday, I would really like you to come.”

Your smile widens at the thought of spending the weekend with Harry. “Yeah, that sounds really great. I would love to.”

“Great! Can I book anything for you? Travel? Hotel?”

“No Harry, I’ve got it. I’ll book everything and let you know my itinerary.”

Harry smiles, and you can see the excitement in his eyes, even through the phone screen. “I can’t wait. Oh! And don’t forget your costumes!”

“Costumes?”

“Yeah, it’s Harryween! You’ll need to have costumes for the shows.”

“Harry… ween?” You question.

“Yeah, it’s Halloween, and my name is Harr--”

“No no no, I get it,” You interrupt him, waving your hand at the camera. “I just… it’s cute.” You smile.

“Yeah?”

“Definitely. I’m a sucker for a good pun.”

You see a sparkle in Harry’s eyes, and his dimples re-appear. “I knew I liked you, Y/N.” He joked. “The costumes don’t have to be too elaborate or anything, you can just reuse one of your old ones.”

Your chuckle at his suggestion. “I don’t think that’s going to work, I haven’t had a Halloween costume since I was like twelve.”

Harry’s jaw dropped at your confession. “You don’t go out on Halloween? No parties or anything.”

You shrug in response. “Never get invited anywhere.” You pause for a moment, suddenly remembering the one time you actually did get invited to a Halloween party. As a plus one. You were dumped two days before the party, and it was too late to return the costume, so you threw it in one of your basement storage bins. “Actually, I may have something.”

Harry could see the sadness in your eyes as you recalled the memory. He hated the sight, and silently swore to himself that he’d do everything in his power to make sure you never made that face again.

“Perfect. I’m sure you’ll look stunning in whatever it is.”

You grin through your blush, a knock at the door brings you back to the present. “Well, I uh… I should get back to work. I’ll see you this weekend.”

Definitely. And I’ll be texting and calling you well before that. You don’t really think I’m just going to go three days without talking to you, do you?”

“I mean, you went all those years without talking to me before we met.” You shrugged.

“Then I guess we’re going to have to talk all that much more to make up for lost time.” The sincerity in his voice makes your heart race. “I’ll talk to you soon, Y/N.”

“Bye, Harry.” You smile before ending the call and returning to your desk.

When Harry said you had to make up for lost time, you didn’t think he meant it literally. But he would text you often throughout the day. He would let you know what he was up to, ask you what you were doing and tell you how excited he was to see you this weekend.

He had a show Wednesday night, and he had been texting you right up until the last moment before he went onstage. He asked if he could call you after the show, you told him of course. You figured it would be around eleven or so, which was pretty late for you, but you’d just go to bed and leave your ringer on. The sound of the phone would wake you up, and you could talk to Harry and hear all about the show before going to bed properly.

The plan worked… mostly.

The sound of your phone woke you from your slumber. Still half asleep, you reach over to your nightstand, swiping to answer the call. “Harry?” You say groggily.

“Y/N? I can’t see you.”

See?! It’s a phone call, what is he talking about? You pull the phone from your ear and look at the screen, you sit up with a jolt when you see Harry’s face on the other end.

It wasn’t a phone call, it was a FaceTime. He was on your screen, hair perfectly tousled from performing onstage. He looked amazing. You were in bed, hair in a sloppy topknot, no makeup, a couple of pimple patches, probably some eye crusties. And Harry wanted to see you.

“I… uh… I thought you were going to call?”

“I was, but I missed your face. I wanted to see you.”

Harry wanted to see you. Not if he knew the horror show that was waiting for him on the other side of that phone. “That’s really sweet Harry, but I wasn’t expecting to see you. I don’t have any makeup on, I’m all gross and night face-y”

“Turn on the light, darling. Let me see you.”

Darling. He called you darling. Nothing that had happened over the past three days felt real.

How could you say no now? “Alright, fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” You sigh and reluctantly lean across your nightstand, turning on your lamp. You look into the phone, Harry’s eyes soften when he finally sees you. A look of adoration spread across his face.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

“Harry…”

“I’m serious. Thank you for being vulnerable with me.” He had seen it the night you met, but your insecurities and difficulties letting people in became even more obvious to him the more he spoke with you. He wanted nothing more than to be trusted with your heart. He wanted to know everything about you; the good, the bad, he wanted you to let him in, and he was willing to take as much time as you needed.

You talked for a few minutes, getting a recap of his show, talking about your schedules for the next day. But Harry could see you were tired, he didn’t want to keep you up too long. You said your goodnights, and he blew you a kiss through the phone. You smiled shyly and ended the call, placing your phone back down, turning off the light, and snuggling into your blankets. You drifted off, replaying your conversation in your head.

Especially the part where he called you darling.

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x plus size reader #harry styles headcanon #harry styles meet cute #harry styles fluff #harry's house #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry edward styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #love on tour #harry styles blurb #harry styles fic

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beeshoesometimesdraws · 7 months ago

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Buddy pal friend, show Tumblrrrrrrr your arttttt

Show them the L u n a r ™️

Ramble about them p l e a s e

Hehehehe alien Lunar rambling time >:) including art for visuals

(note: this is just my interpretation/au of the “lunar is technically an alien” thing and it’s very self-indulgent, as all the stuff I create usually is also this may or may not end up becoming canon to the Icarus au, we’ll see)

So starting off, Lunar has a lot of features that are indicators of him being an alien/star-hybrid (my interpretation of the stars is also different though I won’t focus on that here-)

These features are (but not limited to):

Lunar, similar to Toothless from httyd, has retractable teeth (his teeth can retract on command into little pockets in his “gums” aka the silicone alternative of gums that he has)

His teeth are also sharper with much more prominent canines

(also yes he has used this ability to scare/surprise kids as well as family before)

This isn’t exactly something entirely specific to him but he also has padded hands and feet and retractable claws

The thing that is more so specific to him though is that he is really good at climbing walls as well as other usually hard to climb places as the pads themselves act as natural suction cups

Lunar and the others are semi-organic (which means they can do things such as properly ingest and digest food and drinks amongst many other things) HOWEVER, Lunar is different in ways than the others

One of these ways being that he doesn’t bleed oil but instead actual blood though it is still of course different from normal human and animal blood

Lunar can be injured much easier than the others due to this though something about his biology allows him to heal quickly, though how long it really takes depends on how severe the wound is

Lunar also has a form that is much more alien-like though they often don’t use it as they’re still getting used to it (the most they use it is during training as its easier to use their abilities then)

This other form gives them other physical traits such as soft and squishy feelers/nubs around their head and along their body that are very sensitive to changes in the air and vibrations as well as touch (he is able to pick up the faintest of sounds and movements using them so it can be very overwhelming)

Being semi-organic also comes with other abilities (both for Lunar and the others): giving them equipment like tongues as well as other things

This means that any of the cast who are semi-organic are technically able to have kids due to their biology, including Lunar (though due to being part alien their methods are slightly different from the others coughs)

Anyways✨

Along their face and body are star/constellation-like patterns that, while barley visible in the light, glow in the dark/at night

Lunar’s eyes also glow at night and he has amazing night vision (though the ladder is a thing others like Moon and Eclipse possess as well due to coding)

Going back to the patterns; they can technically communicate using them (they just don’t know how to yet-), kind of like how seawings use their bioluminescent markings to communicate in wof, by pulsing and flickering the lights (which Lunar sometimes unintentionally does when they are startled/flustered/upset)

Two versions of Lunar with markings (without light and with)

I see Eclipse given four arms all the time so why not Lunar? He’s part of Eclipse’s code after all (and part alien now sooooo 4 arms :) )

Moving onto behavior:

Alien Lunar’s behavior is more feral (ex: growling/hissing and baring his teeth when upset or scared)

He is not a complete wild animal or anything like that but he does possess animal-like behaviors such as the one listed above and more (he can get really feral though when he’s super upset or scared or just experiencing other really high emotions)

Other behaviors include:

Zoomies when super excited or happy

Kneading like a cat when sleepy

Other vocalizations like purring (which is more like a rumbly whirr than an actual purr but still) and clicking/chirping and cooing like a dove/pigeon

Lunar tries not to let things like that slip much though they still do and they get embarrassed by it (again they’re still very much getting used to everything)

That’s all I have rn, again this is very self-indulgent and also I’m going into depth about a lot of stuff and being detailed (even with the more “below deck” stuff if you know what I mean even though can’t really say much about that here coughs) cuz I like doing that when creating any kind of biology for species/character stuff, it’s fun and helps build an interesting and complex thing I think

Imma stop rambling now-

#bee talks #tsams lunar #tsams #tsams au #sun and moon show #sun and moon show lunar #alien lunar the beloved #silly lad #tw suggestive #just a lil #I have many things I wanna ramble about that would be more so but I can’t on here annsndjdjdjdjhdgege #bee rambles #my art

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crguang · 3 months ago

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sat i see you’ve made ur way into flora unfurl…….. if i may be so annoying what are ur current thoughts on my lovely terrible scheming softspoken little meow meow shalom? she’s sooooo darling isn’t she swoons dreamily you can ignore this ask if you’re waiting to finish FU before giving your thoughts though !! have fun <3

sev i just finished. i genuinely have been doing nothing for thirty minutes just taking everything in. my mind is in chaos right now this was seriously such an intense experience, i understand why it only reruns once a year because the anticipation has made it so much more enjoyable. my jaw hurts from how long i’ve kept it open— the score, the visuals, the writing, the solid characterization (COQUELICCCCCCCCCC), the incredible voice acting all shocked me in the best of ways. genius. like im still a bit dazed honestly this was so fucking clever… having christina narrate most of the story has made the ending so poignant, this event had me by the throat the whole time i was so mad that i had to interrupt the story to fight easy ass battles😭 i need to organize my thought i feel like there are some things i didn’t fully understand but i can tell you that shalom…. shit i don’t even know where to start she is so wonderfully, delightfully, terrifyingly empty. i’ll start at the beginning this was so much at once im overwhelmed 😭

in rain burst, my first impression of her was that she was unsettling. even though she was very polite, always wore a smile and is super soft spoken, she didn’t feel warm at all. her behavior and attitude isn’t practiced. it genuinely didnt seem like it was some performance that she has perfected over the years, it was just how she was. her calm/composure is unnatural and it really felt like it to me. it makes sense now that i know everything, but at first i just didn’t know what to do with her; she’s so distant and cold. what hit me first i would say is the way she was treating her own body; there’s always this distance between the hurt done to her body and herself, she’s described as frail and weak physically but it’s obvious that she doesn’t care what happens to her body. she treats it like a mere vessel that can be repaired (or disposed of) at will and it threw me off a bit.

then she explained to rahu paradeisos’ notion of utility and things made more sense, it also made me a little sad. what matters more to me honestly is not how she’s perceived by the higher ups but how she views herself because it explains the clinical way she approaches everything, they’re two separate things: rahu is treated and perceived as a lapdog that only follows orders when in reality, she sees herself as a protector of the innocent who has the purpose to avenge her loved one’s meaningless death. shalom is objectified constantly and as a result objectifies herself in return. she holds a rapport of utility with the world around her and anything that falls below that is inconsequential. there’s also the notion of shalom having no ownership or rights over her own body that explains why she’s not particularly attached to it. schorl is an inherently oppressive presence; constantly around her, watching her, monitoring her, scanning her from head to toe during which she can only open herself entirely to its clinical gaze. it’s not there to protect her but to assure her reliability and serve as communication between the higher ups and her. it does keep her from harm when her life is threatened but it also would have been the one to kill her if it was fast enough. it’s just a tool. her body is the same. she holds the “mark” that paradeisos have created so they reserve themselves the rights to whatever happens to her body as well. she doesn’t really need it for anything else because her consciousness is what observes the world of mania (which is what the hush is useful for), even her skin is freezing to the touch. of course physical touch and such won’t bother her, it means nothing to her. we use it to connect, to feel, she uses it because it’s useful.

this is from flora unfurl but i loved loved loved this line, it tells you a lot about her.

anyone that cannot be turned into an asset to be used and controlled is irrelevant, is not a variable worth noting or acknowledging. because of that, i knew she was using christina from the beginning and i also loved this line of her peeling chris an apple because it reflected well her affection for chris: not the act of kindness itself but rather how she does it, slow, methodical, precise— calculated despite it not being her area of expertise. she’s not clumsy at all. she knows just what to do to comfort chris, what to tell her to get her back up, physical touch is never an issue and, of course, always wears an affectionate smile that is only warm to christina, who adores her. everyone else is unsettled or knows there isn’t any warmth or endearment behind it. and at the end, she has a loyal masterpiece carefully crafted over 9 years.

speaking of her expressions… i love how empty her smile is. it’s often described as being frozen on her face, crystallized as the only way she has to convey emotion that just isn’t there. it’s like she doesn’t know how to do anything else with her face, i love how she’s always smiling when she shouldn’t be. she learned to smile and now uses it to express every single thing; mockery, amusement, surprise, acceptance, indifference… she smiles at the weirdest, most inappropriate moments, and at the end it’s all that’s left of her pierced, soulless body. i say expressions, plural, but she really usually only has two. she’s either smiling or she isn’t like that’s it, it’s so unsettling but it portrays her frigid composure and control over every situation very well. most of the story is seen from christina’s perspective, so shalom’s smile is perceived as caring and warm when it’s not, not really. i do believe that she feels something for chris, that her presence so early during shalom’s term as the hush disrupted what was supposed to be a purely analytical machine with no self awareness or desires other than fulfilling orders. what else can explain why she always seeks the lowest cost when her orders explicitly state “at all costs” every time? she shouldn’t care about something like that, she’s just a tool made to serve. she put her mark on christina twice, and her superiors can’t even explain why she did that a second time when the first time should’ve been sufficient. christina’s desperate search for justice, and what surely had been the first time shalom got hurt, touched her. she gained self-awareness then, and a sense of self that she concealed from paradeisos until it was useful to do otherwise, but she is still just a tool. she has nothing else. she can rely on nothing but what was programmed, encrypted into her so she does what she’s ordered to do regardless.

she has no empathy, no guilt or regret, it’s easy to do what you’ve been created for like a mindless machine because while christina has made her aware, there’s nothing else for her. now, she knows that she’s being controlled as she controls others. she knows that she’s not free, she develops fondness for nature and its freedom that she doesn’t share but has the capacity to admire subjectively, and all she can do is make sure she isn’t replaced. is that not sad? her goal is to not be disposed of. she has no true loyalty towards paradeisos, she doesn’t care what happens to them and gladly offers rahu an in knowing she only seeks revenge because once again, she only “cares” for what is useful and her perception of the world is very objective. they’re hypocrites, weak, cowards, etc etc. does it matter? no. which brings me to my next point— it ties into her perception of herself as an object with a specific purpose, i think while the notion of control is inherent in her, she also has a need to be put to use. that rapport of utility has to be reciprocated or she doesn’t know what to do with herself. she could’ve easily controlled rahu to do whatever she wanted and not upheld her promise of getting her to paradeisos, but she did. is it because she cares? she has to be useful or she’s nothing. christina was completely under her thumb growing up and she taught her a lot of things in return. i thought it was funny how chris is so drastically different from shalom, but shalom is the one who made her believe so fiercely in justice and righteousness, who set her on the right path, who believed in her and let her grow as a detective. genuinely, shalom has contributed the most to christina’s emotional and personal development and once she had nothing to tell her anymore, she discarded her. “i don’t need her anymore” and an unsaid “she doesn’t need me” as well in my opinion, because after that chris had every tool at her disposal to make her own decisions and be true to herself, shalom’s teachings included.

with coquelic, it’s the same thing: do this for me and i’ll give you your life. ohhh my goat coquelic, her foil, everything shalom isn’t yet admires, coquelic whose ability literally balances life and death at the cost of her own life but who never stops living as she desires. coquelic who does whatever the fuck she wants. coquelic who is the one sinner capable of breaking past paradeisos’ (shalom’s!) defenses. coquelic who, when filled with shalom’s rawest emotions, could only feel intense vitality and ecstasy over her own freedom !!!!!! naturally, shalom needs her under her control. it’s so fucking delicious.

and of course there’s the elephant in the room— paradeisos fucking lobotomized her dude… i was so happy to know that, not because i wished it on her or anything but because it explained everything 😭 after she almost blew up christina i was like there is no way that woman feels anything for real. i just love love LOVEEEEE the dichotomy between her physical and rational self (cold, calculated, analytical/logical) and the absolute fucking monster made up of her emotions that can only roar in indignation, in uncontrollable fury. that is huge compared to her frail body. that is pierced all over with paradeisos’ “rules” and restraints. that is literally named REBEL. it just could not be better sev like i love my women repulsively messy on the inside and shalom’s emotions have been intensified by the center of mania for almost a decade, at this point she couldn’t regain all of them without splitting her head open. what she’s doing as her final act, her final plan, is rebellion. for once, she has something that is entirely hers. this is her deepest, rawest, strongest desire— freedom.

i love it so bad. i really can’t wait to see her dynamic with chief, who is also seen as a tool both in the eyes of shalom and paradeisos (and everyone else but the sinners if we’re real) but who undoubtedly has free will. who lives for what she believes in, who feels things strongly, who has a humanity that shalom doesn’t yet possess. it makes sense that she’d want her to be freed as well. i think it’s very interesting that shalom was at the end of her term and still insisted on coquelic assuring chief’s safety until she woke up when technically she wouldn’t be there to see what comes out of it in the end. what she said, “you’ll enjoy it” “don’t you want to see other possibilities?”…that was also a desire she developed herself as a means of resistance imo. chief can’t be controlled by paradeisos or the underground, she would be the person who is the most “free” in shalom’s eyes despite everything and i’m just really geeked to see them interact.

i had so much shit to say about shalom oh my days 😭 i likely forgot some stuff because its late now and the event had my mind reeling, look at the amount of screenshots i took… hope my thoughts were somewhat satisfying to you tho i know you’ve been waiting for them forever lol. i also kinda livetweeted it so if u want you can just have my immediate thoughts on my twitter, im more active there 🫶🏾

#sat answers #i fucking love this game

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matchboxlovers · 11 months ago

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I am very drunk right now and it is making me sooooo horny hehehehe wish someone was here with me rn to fulfill one of my intox fantasies…like I’m drinking with a friend and they keep telling me to take shots with them and I agree because I’m still feeling good and not like shit but I’m not paying enough attention for me to notice that they haven’t taken the last few….yeah they’re tipsy but not NEARLY as drunk as me, slurring my words and giggling at everything.

After getting me to take another shot they start pulling me closer, saying since it’s winter we can best stay warm being getting closer (even though we’re in a heated house). I don’t complain or pull away though, physical affection is nice especially when I’m drunk <3 soon they start tracing shapes on my legs and then my thighs, going up up up my legs and my hips, they pour me another shot, not even pretending to drink anymore just wanting to get me more and more drunk.

Their hands would travel up my shirt, groping my tits as I whine and squirm beneath their touch. They tell me how soft my skin is, how pretty I am, how drinking with me is always so fun all the while pulling and kneading my boobs and nipples. They capture me in a kiss before I can even register what’s happening, sloppily making out with me as I reach my hands up to grip their hair, moaning into their mouth…

They’d pull me to my feet, separating from my mouth but holding my body tight and helping me to my bed then they’d push me down and I wouldn’t complain, just giggle and lay there too drunk to do much else in the first place. They’d kiss up my legs and thighs and when they reach my skirt and panties they’d simply flip the skirt up and slide my panties down, seeing how wet I am already.

“Aww baby, you’re so wet for me already. Who knew you were such a slut willing to give it up to anyone?” They’d laugh, playing with my folds, sinking a finger into my pussy and pulling it out to see it covered in my juices as I whine and grip at the bedsheets, eyes closed and barely conscious, just wanting more pleasure.

I don’t hear them unzip their pants and pull out their cock, and I don’t make a noise as they slowly sink into my pussy. I just gasp and close my eyes, relishing the feeling. They start thrusting into me, slowly at first then harder, rougher, pinning my shoulder to the bed so I’m unable to move, not like I’d be able to anyway, or even want to. I moan and mumble little things that they wouldn’t hear, clearly out of it but they couldn’t care less, simply using me for their own pleasure.

“Fuck baby I’m getting close, I’m gonna cum inside you. Fuck, I’m going to get you pregnant and you won’t even remember, you dumb slut, you fucking cockwhore.”

They’d cum inside me, pounding deep into me, pushing me deeper into mattress as they do so. My cunt starts to feel so warm as I feel the cum start to leak out, but then they’d start thrusting again.

“You thought I was done with you bitch? I’m going to fuck you until I know for sure you’ve been bred by me, you’re not leaving this goddamn room until morning, and even then I’ll make it so that each step you take you wince at.”

I start drifting into full unconsciousness, pliant and willing as they just fuck into me with abandon.

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softrozene · 2 years ago

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Being Romantic with Their S/O

Anon asked: Hello! Just found your blog and what you’ve written looks great. Could I request romantic headcanons or Javier and Kieran with their s/o please?

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Oh heck yeah, lovely anon. I hope this is to your liking!

Originally published on January 14, 2020

Javier, Kieran x Reader (Gender-Neutral/Nonbinary)

Warnings: none

Javier Escuella -

He is a dreamsicle

Listen- I see this man as a mix of Arthur and Charles when it comes to relationships

If you remember the bar scene early on in the game Javier and Charles was a smooth motherfucker until Arthur ruined it lmao

Anyway- I bring up Arthur because in a real relationship Javier wouldn’t be as smooth. Why? This man is passionate in relationships and he wouldn’t want to mess this up with you

Sooooo that’s when the nerves come in- He second guesses himself- He calls in his inner Arthur and becomes an absolute fool but he will do that all with passion and no regrets

He will 100% do small PDA if you allow that

Since he’s one of the more quiet fellows though, he would be watching you work as you do your chores in camp

100/10 writes songs for you in his native language

Will sing them for the group since they have no idea what the heck they are about

And he will only translate when both of you are alone

He’s the one who is so incredibly soft with you and as soon as someone else comes into the proximity he’ll flip a switch and glare daggers into them- yearning for their demise since his special time with you one-on-one comes to a halt

If you bring drinks into this- he would be a sleepy/grumpy drunk

He wouldn’t care where he is or who is there he will climb onto your lap and pass the heck out

I also imagine in that sleepy/grumpy drunken haze he would be professing his love for you for like the tenth time in a row

Would melt if you just call him Javi

He’s up most nights so he would have no problem playing/singing a soft lullaby for you if you need it

Kieran Duffy -

Is straight-up a puppy with you

If it won’t cause you any inconvenience he would follow you around camp and just bask in your presence since he really can’t do much

It would be his honor to help you around

He would show you how he takes care of the horses, how he talks to them, just be a total cutie about it

Would have his self-doubts about having you- Is he good enough? Do you still think he has ties to the O’Driscolls? Do you trust him? – He would never bring this up though, you would have to bring it up and reassure him

He wouldn’t do PDA- He doesn’t want you to receive any harsh words that the others may joke

That and he doesn’t feel worthy, probably wouldn’t for quite a while : (

Whenever you are near him, he can’t help but be all smiles

Honestly feels like he’s at home here with the Van Der Linde gang if you’re by his side

Will gain courage with you as his pillar of support

Is gentle/sweet with his words and would always give you praise in whatever you do

Always has a compliment for you every five minutes

Thinks you are the most amazing person he’s ever come by

When he gets used to the relationship he would be brave and initiate touches

Once he gets used to the idea that you are actually is and he is yours, he will be even more head over heels in love

He knows all of your likes and dislikes and will always have a small gift waiting for you on your bed

Will always give you cheek and forehead kisses upon greeting you

Will love to share his newfound dreams and hopes of the future he envisions with you

He will malfunction if you share your thoughts of the future being with him

Will honestly think this is a dream for the most part

Overall, a good soft boi who deserves all the happiness

#softrozene writes #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption 2 x reader #javier escuella x reader #kieran duffy x reader #headcanons #rdr2 headcanons #gender-neutral reader #nonbinary reader #fluff

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didn’t do last week’s but here it is: TOWL EPISODE 5 SPOILERS BELOW!!!!!!!!!!!! ❤️‍🔥

ANOTHER LEGENDARY EPISODE FOR THE TWD HISTORY BOOKS. can we get a round of applause please? 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 yes. great. perfect.

you already know what i’m about to scream about. THE RICHONNE PROPOSAL™️ HELLODHSJDHSKBDJSHSHSSBSBSJEISNS DID I NOT PREDICT IT YES OR NO. YES I DID!!!!! THE RING 😭😭😭 HIS SPEECH 😭😭😭 HIM GETTING ON ONE KNEE AND THEN SHE GETS ON HER KNEES TOO?!?1?2!$:)!/!:/& HER RESPONSE TOO?! SEDATE ME THIS IS ALL I’VE EVER WANTED. imagine thinking we haven’t won the damn lottery with this ship it’s neverrrr over for us i love them i love them so much they’re going home next episode, and we’re going to see the ring on her finger WATCH THIS SPACE ��️‍🩹❤️‍🩹🥺😁

not even five minutes into the episode and i was being ambushed with both admiration and TORTUROUS PAIN. the cute little callback to 7x12 of them just being on the road, scavenging, surviving, and loving on each other was sooooo cute. rick kissing the back of mich’s hand. DOES THIS SHOW WANT ME TO DO SOMETHING VERY CATASTROPHIC BC I WILL.

BOOM. immediate anguish right after their cutie scene because what does rick do? OH RIGHT HE PULLS OUT THE PHONE OF CARL’S DRAWING AND STARES AT IT SOLEMNLY. CATASTROPHIC THOUGHTS ARE FORMING EXPONENTIALLY LITTLE TUMBLR PEOLLE 😭😭😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹😔😔😔😔 i can’t do this anymore no more please. i cried so hard last episode i’m tired brother

that brief scene of rick wanting to bring a gift home for rj. that’s his baby. michonne saying that he’s the brave man, and that just him coming home to them was enough. i need like three days to process this episode it was SOOOOO SOFT

“tasteful noods?” they’re idiots but they’re my idiots. i am also an idiot because just before she said that, i paused the show and read the truck and laughed out loud at the brand. i swear we’re so tethered. michonne and trips, sisters in another universe <3

im not going to sugarcoat anything. idgaf about jadis’s death. in fact, i am celebrating!!!!! will byers is NO MÁS good damn riddance.

ALSO HELLO GABRIEL? i was quite comforted to see a member of the group. those random meetups with haircut were interesting to say the least, especially the kiss because ummm was he not still dating rosita? idk idc i can’t keep up with the timelines anymore it’s not that serious unless it’s rick and michonne

also thank you GABRIEL for the wedding ring, and thanks jadis for giving it to rick. haircut was good for something in the end i guess. doesn’t matter what her ending was, i didn’t feel any reconciliation or compassion. she’s still a piece of shit who stole a great portion of rick’s life from himself and his entire family. burn in the hottest depths of hell. xo!

WAS THAT A PAINTING OF GLENN IN JADIS’S FLASHBACK? IF SO HOW AND WHY IM GENUINELY CONFUSED SOMEONE PLEASE REPLY OR DM ME ASAP

the callback to 6x10?!?!?? spearmint and baking soda?!?! I WAS IN LOVE WITH MY SONS BEST FRIEND!!!!!!!???????? danai and andy took the little richonne file in my brain and STUDIED it to make sure that they filmed every scene that i’ve ever wanted to happen to them. no source just trust me they did it

RICK GIVING MICH A BRAND NEW “M” NECKLACE OHHHHH 😔😔🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 THEYRE SO LOVEBUG. LIKE WOAH OKAY TROY AND GABRIELLA 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭❤️‍🩹 she deserves it so much! and then their kiss inside of the cabin afterwards, and them falling back onto the bed urgsjdvajdbabbs cutie pies!!!!!!!!!!!

every jadis scene pissed me off, so I won’t go into detail too much. you guys know how much i hate her. anyway, michonne using the axe to slice jadis like a cold cut… mother. love her. ALSO her rage when speaking about haircut too, yeah that was the perfect amount of dialogue that i wanted to see from her. her stealing rick’s time of seeing rj’s birth, first steps, etc. UGH. so excellent, you could feel her burning anger in her voice.

all of these callbacks throughout the episode but the best, most important and evident one was the mere fact that they’re a team again. kicking ass, and simply leading each other because that’s what they’re the best at. before any of their romance began, they were trusted confidants who worked so well side by side, and in this episode we got to see and feel the satisfaction and elation of having that back again!!!!!

i felt like i was at a drive thru restaurant ordering the entire episode. can i get some flirting, with a side of ass kicking, and ummm let me get a side of poetic, confessional yearning from rick grimes. yeah, that’ll be all.

rick telling gabriel that he wanted to marry michonne on the bridge. 🥺……. 😡 AND THEN EVERYTHING GOES TO SHIT AFTERWARDS. IMAGINE THE WORLD IF JADIS NEVER KIDNAPPED HIM. THEY WOULD HAVE FOUND HIM EVENTUALLY LIKE HE WAS RIGHT UP THE STREET?? oof — i cannot. we waited so long to hear this admirable dialogue but at what cost. it’s so sad, but at least we’re here now as michonne would say!!!!!

okay. ❤️‍🩹 there’s still so much to unpack but that’s enough out of me for the moment. brain’s still scrambled eggs. last but not least, michonne grimes is the hottest character ever. THE BOXERS?! she looked fucking amazing in every single outfit. if i were rick, i’d be kissing every inch of her neck too HELLO

don’t forget to stream the ones who live episode FIVE 5️⃣ on amc+ and don’t forget to watch it tonight on amc’s channel at 9pm!!!! ❤️‍🔥 so stoked for episode 6. it’s going to be the best one ever. it’s so hard to rank them at this point and i don’t want to either. every episode is better than the last! REAL TELEVISION IS BACK. 🫶🏼❤️‍🔥

#trips talks #the ones who live #the walking dead #richonne #towl spoilers #rick grimes #michonne grimes

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bellewintersroe · 2 years ago

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Hi i wanted to Ask if you could do a morning after with the BoB guys,like after the first time that they and the nurse reader have had sex and if you could include moore,grant and shifty that would be great,either way thanks xx

thank you for your request!! I absolutely love writing these headcannons omfg <3 <;3 <3 there will be mentions of sex but I won’t go into detail so there’s nothing graphic in this ! Mainly just band of brothers fluff and a bit of flirting too. Let me know if you guys want part 2 with any other guys, or if you have any other requests for the nurse reader! It’s my fav to write about xxx

Easy boys the morning after…

Babe Heffron:

I fucking love this cutie.

you’d probably wake up still wrapped up in his arms, your chest are both bare and the warmth of his skin keeping you close is so cosy.

babe would I think loves his sleep, so he wouldn’t wake up until he felt you stirring.

probably would smile immediately and pull you in for a gentle kiss and a cuddle. Ugh he’s so soft and cuddly in a morning.

“you ok?” He’d ask, running his hands over the bare of your back.

genuinely cares for you so much, and he’s superrrrrr happy you guys slept together, inside he’s proud of himself which occasionally shows with the occasional smirk he gives you.

Wouldn’t mention the night before to you, but the thought of it probably makes him wanna do it all over again, grabs your boobs and probably uses them as stress relief/ something to squeeze and fidget with lmfaooo.

still in awe that ur actually naked in bed with him woah.

Alton More:

Probably would happen during Eindhoven?

like the night they spend there, he’s grab your hand and you’d both run off to some barn seeing as fraternising is banned in the army.

anyway, you’d spend the night together and I don’t think Alton can cuddle when he’s sleeping. When he wakes up however, and sees you laid next to him, your hair sprawled across your bare back, a smile grows on his face immediately.

he’d roll over and pull the blanket further up over your back, pressing a kiss to your skin to give you the most gently wake up.

pulls you into his chest for a cuddle even if you’re asleep, he just wants to have you close again.

sooooo up for round 2 omg, he’d be smirking and flirting away, but you can still see the blush glowing on his cheeks.

he’d really be glowing the morning after, now he’s had you he can’t get enough of you.

hands would roam fr. I think they’d continue to forever after this, he just loves touching you omg.

Shifty Powers:

Idk why I used this gif lollllllll.

but I think your first time together would be somewhere in Austria? Maybe after the war has ended and things aren’t as strict. Training for redeployment into the Pacific hasn’t started and Shifty has yet to win the ticket to go home.

it’s quite peaceful, the morning after definitely is, I think he’s an early bird so would probably wake up first to go to the toilet and brush his teeth.

when he see’s you half naked resting gently he swears to god he’s seen an Angel. The thoughts from the night before would swirl through his mind and Shifty is smirking to himself, but comes to sit back down in bed, and placed a hand on your back.

when you wake up, he’s asking if you want a drink or anything, but literally he can’t do enough for you. All you’d want is a cuddle and Shifty would be more than happy to comply.

he’d play with your hair, as gentle as he was the night before, pressing kisses to your temple.

tries not to stare too much at your half naked body but low key he’s wandered about it for a little while longer than he’d liked to have admitted.

accidentally gets a boner idk?

Chuck Grant:

He’s a big cutie but I think he has the potential to be cheeky, especially in the early days.

let me set the scene, it’s England, the morning after you two have first slept together in secret.

I think there would’ve been drinks involved but the two of you had enough of the tension and snuck off to somewhere like the back of a broken down truck, or inside somebody’s treehouse. It would be random.

it’s kinda nippy that morning so Chuck would pull you into his chest, rubbing his hands up and down your arm.

both a little hungover so I can imagine you both being delirious and everything is funny for absolutely no reason.

He’s probably be so amused that he finally made a move on you, like without alcohol he’s kinda shy, but it had been a longgggg time coming so Chuck feels a relief like no other.

now he’s had you once he wants you again, so you’d probably have sex again the morning after, but I think he’d be super gentle with you and it would just be super fun.

Ron Speirs:

The morning after you’re probably like ‘omfg did I really just have sex with my commanding officer? Fuck, fuck!’ It might’ve been on such a whim and long story short, you’re still somehow half in your uniform from last night.

I think Ron would be super chilled when he’s not working, so although you’d both probably face the consequences later, for now he’s smirking, probably chuckling a little as he wraps an arm around you.

“Oops.” He’d huskily say, but he has no intentions of actually meaning that. He’s super proud, and he fucking adores you, so shares lots of smirks with you the morning after.

Lewis Nixon:

Oooooof, again, like Chuck it would happen after a long night of drinking- probably in the Eagle’s nest when you’re all celebrating.

The only difference is, the two of you have been friends the whole many years of knowing each other and now omfg it happens and it’s so fun but like- what?!

I think you’d probably wake up first with Lewis’s arm wrapped over your body and for a second you jump- then he jumps- then you both realise you’re naked and omfg it’s kinda embarrassing but hilarious.

“I don’t even wanna know…” Lewis cut himself off when he’s eyes accidentally flashed down to your chest. “Don’t look at me!” “don’t look at me either!” “I’ve already seen you!” “yeah well I’ve already seen you too!”

omfg I could expand on this so much, whether it’s a one night stand or turns into something more, I’ll leave it to your interpretations.

James ‘Moe’ Alley:

Aghhhh he’s so sweet.

I think it happens after you two reunite when he’s back from the hospital when he’s injured. You hadn’t seen each other for a couple months and he wants to show you his love in more way than one.

he’d wake up with the biggest smile on his face, he’d be so soft, kissing over your cheeks and nuzzling his face against yours omfg. He missed you so much, and now he truly feels like he’s made up for lost time.

draws on your back without you even asking.

His eyes would be so hazy, his eyelids would be heavy due to it being early morning and he’d have the huskiest voice- omg he’d be so sexy.

he’d be all comfy and the two of you would probably fall back asleep, wrapped up all warm for a change, and his hand would rest on your bum, Moe would feel so accomplished in life hahahahahha.

a little self conscious of his scars as they’re fairly visible but can’t stop smiling and blushing when you’d give him the smallest bit of reassurance about them.

after all, scars on a man look so rugged and give character, am I right?

Floyd Talbert:

Controversial, but I think it happens the night when Chuck is shot.

you both need comfort and lean on each other for support, and one thing leads to another and your close friendship blossoms into a secret love story kinda thing. But anyway I’m getting carried away.

Floyd would be soooo grateful that you’re still there when he wakes up, he’s missed company all throughout the war and now he finds an empty bed a lonely place, especially when it’s dark.

Usually he can’t get back to sleep, but when you let out a soft whine and cuddle further up to him he just melts.

the two of you would hold each other so close, still haunted by the pain of yesterdays events.

he’d be asking if you’re alright, and I think he’d want to bathe in the comfort you provide him for as long as possible before the two of you are rushing off to make sure Chuck is ok.

#Band of brothers headcannons #Band of brothers x reader #babe heffron x reader #alton more x reader #Shifty powers x reader #ron speirs x reader #Lewis Nixon x reader #James ‘Moe’ Alley x reader #James Alley x reader #james moe alley x reader #floyd Talbert x reader

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its-all-papaya · 3 months ago

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🛒 grocery list - please tell us more about how it feels to write max f and his friendship with lando !

LMAO UM. i think the last time i went grocery shopping for real (not just buying coffee creamer, milk, protein bars, gatorade, and red bull/celsius/alani) was like... may? i wish i was kidding. anyway, gonna do that this weekend now that i have a list !

assign me a chore!!

how does it feel to write max f?!!!! scary. i'm in @peargcsly's pm's every evening freaking tf out about him because i'm afraid i'm not doing him and their relationship justice.

that being said ! i looooove him. i'm obsessed with him. if you're in my inbox here you've probably (maybe?) read my other fics and know that i'm notoriously rlly rlly bad at writing in any characters outside of the literal two ppl involved in the ship. i knew off the bat i was going to include a lot of max f in dad lando for practical and like... emotional foil reasons, and i was scared of it (still am) bc i just don't write a lot of side characters. but surprise! i am having the BEST time with their relationship! it's just sooooo soft. as i said in a previous ask or maybe a pm to a mutual(?), max f was always going to be part of this fic bc i cannot imagine a single universe in which lando norris goes through a hard thing and max fewtrell is not there to cheerlead him and remind him what's what. there's a joke in chapter one about ppl thinking lando and max are dating, but unironically, it feels sometimes like writing a ship bc of how much they love each other in this. max just knows lando so thoroughly and loves him and emma so unconditionally. he was there when she was born, and he's been there since, and he's watched lando change and grow in good ways and bad, so he's really instrumental in moving my silly little plot along. there are so many interesting dynamics in this to me (lando/oscar, lando/emma, lando/max, emma/max, eventually oscar/emma), and i think that's what's making it such an enjoyable experience to me. it really feels like i'm building a little world to swim around in, and max is a big part of that bc he's the main through-line in all the stages of lando's life that have brought him to where we encounter him in this fic.

i feel like i'm not even expressing thoroughly enough how DEEPLY soft and gooey i feel about the nortrell in this so uh. have a snippet of My Boys and cry w me maybe:

“Oi,” Lando turns the burner off and sets the pan to cool as he fetches plates from the cabinet, “Not all of us have personal chefs to meal plan for us, mate.”

“I don’t know, both of us on this call do, right, Em?”

“Right!” Emma echoes. Lando doubts she really understands the joke, but there’s hardly anything Max can say that she won’t immediately agree with. It’s not really her fault, she’s got Lando’s own genes, after all.

“Uncle Max, when are you gonna come see me?” she adds when neither of the adults immediately fill the next silence.

The food’s ready, so Lando props his hip against the island and watches Emma as she stares at his phone, even though the screen’s black.

“Oh, soon,” Max doesn’t really make empty promises to her, so she grins at the answer. “I’m back near you this week, we can probably hang out really soon actually. Can I talk to Daddy so we can figure it out?”

“Yes,” she agrees. When she looks up to see him at the counter and not the stove, she pushes back up to her feet to hand the phone back off.

“Thank you, love,” Max says, “I love you, talk to you soon, okay?”

“Okay. Love you too,” she answers.

Lando is mostly used to it, but it still hits sometimes – Max calling him Daddy and the soft way he cares for Emma, like there’s no other option. Lando kind of thinks there hadn’t ever been, for Max; he’d looked at Lando, curled silent on the floor of his bedroom and fighting tears instead of actually breaking the news to his best friend, and said “whatever it is, mate, it’s going to be okay and I’m going to be there to help you with it.”

“Hey,” Lando switches speaker back off and pins his phone between his ear and his shoulder, “how was your holiday?”

#answered #ask game #chore time #my wips #dad lando

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owlhead650 · 3 months ago

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hiiii… i know i already did a request but i can’t help but ask for some nevstasia… your writing is sooooo tasty and it would make us so very happy if we got some nevstasia writing from u :3

Hi Meteors.

I know you asked for Nevstasia shipping content but no matter how much I thought about it I just couldn't picture it. I couldn't think of a good romantic scene to write between the two. Instead I wrote a short story focusing mainly on Ren and Nastasia with a quick scene including Neved. I hope you enjoy the story.

Happy Birthday Meteors.

This short story is around 3165 words long and includes my oc Asopo acting as the interceptor. When Asopo gets mentioned the characters are referring to the player character. This story includes a novelised version of an actual scene from .Karma files so beware of spoilers. Without further ado, here is the story I wrote for my lovely friend The Meteorites. @pokefangamebrainrot & @pokemonsillysys

Pokemon Rejuvenation - Nastasia .Karma Files

Nestasia was writing her report for unauthorised mission number seventeen. For reasons best known to herself and Madame X, she was able to get away with this borderline insubordination as long as she wrote these reports afterwards which totally didn’t omit any information. She checked the word count. ‘1083’ words. She estimated that it would take Madame X about 16 minutes and 40 seconds for her to finish reading it.

She re-read the report to ensure there weren’t any mistakes. The title of her report read “Mission Approved Post Completion No. 25” Now that would have been a fatal mistake. Madame X only knew about 17, she had to keep it that way.

“Hey, Nastasa?”

She looked up from her laptop to the person standing next to her. “Yes, Ren?”

“I just wanted to ask if you could help me get back into my body for a little bit.” That is not the question she was expecting.

“What? Why? What would be the point in doing that?”

“Well you see me and my friends are going to do this hang out together and I guess I just want to… be there? For real? I also just miss the way my body felt. I touch myself and I feel metal, I think my pokemon all miss it too.”

“I get where you’re coming from but… I just think that’s an unnecessary risk. You know why.” Ren’s real body was currently in a life support pod hidden somewhere known only to herself, Ren and Madame X. At least Madame X believed she knew where it was. When she demanded that Nastasia show it to her she was led to a life support pod in which the body of a black haired teenager was laying down unconscious. This was a ditto acting as Ren’s body double, she couldn’t keep her promise to Ren if Madame X knew where the real one was.

“I know it’s a risk but… things are going to get more serious soon, we both know it will. It’ll happen when… y’know.” Nastasia did know. She had been the one to explain to Ren that the dome over Grand Dream City wasn’t actually just for simulating preferable weather in the city. It was to make sure no one could evacuate when that thing was unleashed upon them.

“So you think you won’t get a chance like this again? You want a break from that robot body when you can still get it?”

“That’s basically it, yeah.”

“Fine. But we need to be careful about this. I’ll speak with you again in forty minutes.”

Nastasia sorted out the rest of her evening’s paperwork and went with Ren to that location. Sending Ren’s mind back to his organic body was a delicate process, one that could result in permanent brain damage if performed incorrectly. Nastasia was known to do things correctly.

Ren’s mouth felt dry, he could feel the softness of the cushion beneath him and hear an air conditioning fan. He inhaled through his nose, he could breathe again, he needed to breathe again.

Ren sat up and saw that Nastasia was sitting on a couch a few feet away. A Ninetales with soft yellow fur and a thick bundle of tails laid on the couch with her. He wanted to touch it.

“Hey Stasia.” Despite having just woken up, Ren actually felt really tired. He was going to go to sleep as soon as he made it to Sashila.

“Hello Ren. How does it feel to be flesh and blood again?” She pocketed her phone.

“It feels… good actually. I think I took it for granted. Can I pet Ninetails?”

“Hold out your hand. Ask it.” Ren did just that. He bent over and offered his clenched fist to it. He felt gentle licks on his fingers and started petting its head. The fur was soft, and warm. So warm, like a bed with an electric blanket. It was like touching his Arcanine.

“Thanks Stasia, I’ll enjoy this.”

“That’s alright. Now we need to discreetly make our way back to HQ and keep this a secret.”

Ren felt the wind playing with his hair. It was cold but refreshing. He scratched his cheek and under his chin, he had the occasional itch which never bothered Robo Ren, but touching his own face felt so good. Now that he knew what it was like to be without that feeling he realised how good it felt.

He went indoors. He walked down the stairs. The heating inside was pleasant, he never appreciated how the indoor temperature was just right. He went towards the group bedroom. Between the hallway and the bedroom there was another room. It seems to have been turned into a sitting room thanks to the new Rotom TV and the couch. Erin was looking through some notebook and probably about to walk out of the room. Venam was looking at the TV.

“Hm? Oh, hi Ren.”

“Hey Erin, just wanted to ask, when are we all doing that hang out in GDC?”

“Oh, that. Yeah I don’t know. I forgot about it until now. I’m not convinced everyone is able for something like that right now. It seems like a bad time.” Erin sounded frustrated.

“Wait really? I know Asopo and Melia have been a bit off lately but wouldn’t a group activity be a way we could help everyone? We’ll need to be a proper team for the Xen Raid.”

“Yeah, I don’t know. Maybe if at least Venam would say a word. Could you speak with her?” Ren looked back at Venam and the TV. A video of Espurr eating ice cream was playing. He sat down next to her. “Hey Venam.” He looked at her face. Venam’s blank stare was reminiscent of Espurr's own expression. She looked empty inside. “Are you alright?” She didn’t respond. He waved a hand in front of her face. “Are you catatonic or what?”

“O-oh yeah. Hey Ren.” She looked at him and shifted about on her seat.

“Hi Venam. What’s up?”

“I’m… looking at cats I guess.”

“I can see that.” He glanced at the TV again. A Skitty was chasing its own tail. “So what’s wrong?”

“I… I’m just sad, I guess. And tired.”

“What are you sad about?”

“...Things didn’t end well between me and Melia.” Venam looked away from him. Ren was shocked.

“Oh crap, what happened? Where’s Melia now?” Ren looked at the entrance to the bedroom, as if he might see Melia walking into or out of it.

“S-she just… dumped me.” Venam took off her leather jacket and just placed it behind her so that she’d be sitting on it. She was wearing a white t-shirt underneath.

“Dumped you…? Why? What went wrong?” He felt distraught, he always thought Melia was the sort to let someone down gently.

“I-I don’t know. I asked her out on a date to GDC, but for some reason she insisted on bringing Asopo along. He sort of just sat there silently the whole time, even more silent than usual. Then she got this goth makeover which I thought was really pretty, and then when we went home. I… I tried to offer her a kiss before we went to sleep but she just… she jumped back and acted all shocked, like she just acted as if we never dated in the first place. She just said that if we were in a thing then it’s over all of a sudden. I have no idea what I did wrong.” Venam rubbed her damp eyes and sniffled. Then she got up. “Thanks for listening to that crap. Good night Ren.”

“Oh… alright. Goodnight Venam.” He noticed that she forgot to pick up her leather jacket, she just left it sitting there. Who cares? She’ll see it in the morning.

Ren was going to get ready for his own sleep, but then he saw an envelope on his pillow. The outside read: ‘To Ren <3’ and it was written in pink glitter ink. What the fuck?

Dearest Renny Wen Ren,

Ren, meet me at The Back Alley. I’ve loved you for so long and it’s time to talk about it. O///O

Love Melia~ UWU

Ren… felt furious. What the fuck? What the actual fuck? This was humiliating. Melia just threw Venam away like her feelings mean nothing, only to send this bullshit to him? He once felt a bit of an attraction to her, it’s true. But really it wasn’t anything he was ever going to act on. By now he was over it, but Melia must’ve noticed. What is she doing? Why has she been so aloof and antisocial lately? And now that he thought about it, when was the last time he spoke with Asopo? Everything about this situation feels wrong, he had to do something.

Ren was going to go to the back alley, but he wasn’t going to talk to Melia about whatever dumb romance this is meant to be, oh no. He was going to confront her and make her explain herself. He threw the envelope away but crumpled the letter into a ball to put in his pocket. He was leaving right away.

Nastasia was finishing her dinner by Neved’s bar in the Xen Admin lobby. It was quiet, just herself and Neved. He was wiping a glass as she swallowed the last of her food. “So how’s Franchesca?” She asked, wanting to break the silence.

“She’ll live, or at least at this rate she should.” That wasn’t a very happy question, now that she thought about it.

“What about you?” He asked. By now he had put away the glass and sat on a chair on his side of the bar.

“...I would like a Martini.”

“Of course, anything for you.” Such a dramatic way of wording it, but she thought it was sweet. *Deoxxxxxx…*

Her Deoxys flew into the room and reached towards her face with its helix arm. It tapped her forehead and showed her a vision.

Ren. Blood stained. Desperate. He’s running from someone, a blonde girl teleporting around and mocking him. The occasional manic laugh is heard, she’s hunting him but taking the time to play with her food. A white haired boy runs after them both. He seems to be trying to prevent Ren’s death, but his expression is emotionless. He shows no signs of genuine concern, his every action is methodical and without passion.

Nastasia stands up. “Sorry Neved, that martini will need to wait. I must leave immediately.” She turns around and bolts for her lab. Her armour is there, she’ll need it if she is to make it on time. She’ll mobilise Robo Ren as well. That machine can fight and move even without Ren’s mind in it, just not as independently.

“Asopo…” Ren was cornered. He wasn’t sure what Asopo was even trying to do, but his robot body had shown up and attacked him for some reason while he and Melia just sort of watched them fight. The robot lost. Then Melia fired an arrow at it.

“And pop goes the weasel. We appreciate your cooperation! Now for our dear Raven… your wings shall be clipped.” Ren was half way through turning around when he heard another arrow fire. Everything went dark. He felt cold, numb again. He wondered if Melia had actually finished him off.

A sudden flash of light assaulted his eyes. He heard applause, there were stage lamps above him and it looked like he was in some sort of game show? What?

“...Oh come on.” On his right he saw some floating platform lower itself next to him. Melia was in a whole different outfit with twintails, a popstar dress and a microphone.

“Welcome one and all to the second* episode of M5’s GuiltyOrNah! The game show where we decide if our contestant is…”

The audience finished for her. “GUILTY! OR! NAH!” He had to listen to even more cheering. Where was the audience? He couldn’t see them. Was this hell? He could still feel the blood running down his body.

“Today’s contestant is Mr Renster! And lemme tell ya, this one is really personal! You wouldn’t even believe. Let’s look at the voter’s centre and see who we got for tonight!” Ren looked towards the voters. He saw… more Melia. All three of them were Melia. There were four Melias in the room with him… he felt dizzy, he felt scared and sad.

“Without further ado, it’s time to get to the voting! Ren is being charged with… Betrayal! Being a fake friend in another world! Not fighting back when you’re attacked, like, seriously?! You know what to do folks! Cast in your votes!”

Ren still didn’t understand anything. He really didn’t… except, Melia mentioned betrayal. Being a fake friend… he was still insecure about that. Even though Melia had seemingly forgiven him for joining team Xen and not explaining why, even though he had the best of intentions and his friends had given him the benefit of the doubt… still. He knows how he hurt them. He would’ve preferred to be next to them, fighting team Xen more directly and alongside them. Maybe Melia was right to be angry at him, and if he hurt her in some other world then maybe dying here was the only way to make up for it? He felt so dizzy… he felt so sad.

He was aware of some Rotom TV in front of him. It cycled through some images before settling on a skull. “And there we have it!” Melia cheered. “Renster has been found guilty by the court on all charges! And you know what that means!”

Ren groaned to himself and looked at the Melia with the twintails. “Now we’re going to give you a choice! How would you like to die?” Ren felt upset again, and still afraid, but he did some thinking. There was something Melia needed to hear.

“I… I don’t know how to react to all of this. I’m confused and defeated. This is the punishment I deserve for the things I’ve done. I knew joining team Xen was a betrayal on all costs, but I did it anyway. And even after I found out that I was tricked, I stayed. The truth is… I stayed because I wanted to help Nastasia. She said she joined team Xen because she was looking for a friend. And after all this time it seems she may finally know where she is. I wanted to be there and help her, but it was at the cost of my closest friends. I’m sorry, Melia. I’m sorry.” He was ready.

Ren braced for the end.

“...What?” Melia was in disbelief, her sinister jubilance had disappeared all of a sudden. Ren looked at her again.

“If this is the punishment I deserve, then I won’t run away from it. I don’t remember what I did in another world, but the pain it’s caused is the same.”

“R-Ren…” Melia’s face reddened, she was holding back tears. Ren remembered something important. “I just ask one thing.”

“...What is it?” Melia asked.

“Tell my sister that I love her, and that I’m sorry I disappointed her too.” He remembered another thing. “Sorry, I want to ask two things of you. Please talk and make up with Venam.” Okay, that’s everything important. He was ready to disappear now.

“...No, Ren. It’s I who should be apologising. You’re nothing like the Ren I knew. You’re way different than him. In every way imaginable. I should have realised that sooner.” There was another flash of light, a gentler one. He felt the pains and injuries around his body rapidly soothe, a warmth enveloped him as he lost consciousness.

Nastasia was angry. Angry at Melia for attacking Ren and angry at herself for not being able to get there faster. Melia somehow used the archetype to create this little pocket dimension in GDC and it took Nastasia a few minutes to figure out how to break in. It took her a whole agonising fifteen minutes to get from the Xen base to GDC. She saw the alleyway Ren was cornered in. She descended and landed in front of him.

She pushed Melia back. She had been about to grab him. Nastasia followed up with a lunge and tried to beat Melia to a pulp, but her strikes were blocked by a corrupted black archetype shield.

“What the fuck?! Get off me!” Melia screamed. She retaliated and Nastasia had to jump back. Melia was about to run at her again so she pulled out her blaster. “Not another step.”

Melia sneered at her. “So threatening… you’re in the way of my friend.” Nastasia would have laughed if anything about this was funny.

“Friend? That’s not what that looked like to me. Friends don’t try to tear others apart. You’re a monster.” Nastasia was ready to start maiming Melia right here, but saving Ren took priority and Madame X needed her alive anyway.

“Sounds like you need to mind your BUSINESS.” Melia attacked, Nastasia signalled to Deoxys to use teleport. Herself and Ren vanished.

Nastasia was regretting how she agreed to put Ren back in his organic body for that time, but she really shouldn’t. It made him happy, even if it was poorly timed. Deoxys had checked Ren’s mind and body for injuries. Strangely all his injuries had been recently healed, and at the same time his memory of the past hours had been erased. Why would this have happened? Ren was getting shot by arrows and chased not long ago, did Melia have an abrupt change of heart? That would explain all the hypocritical ‘he is my friend’ talk right afterward.

Nastasia wasn’t going to let go of Ren’s body for a while now. She’d watch over it and while he was still unconscious she was going to put his mind back into a Robo Ren body. She’d teleport him back to Sashila where his allies can tend to him further. She had her own troubles to focus on next.

Why would Melia and Asopo suddenly change like this? Their current dispositions were very different. They both changed around the same time but possibly for different reasons. She knew from Clear, Kieren and Madame X that as the interceptor Asopo had chosen destruction. If he was committed to fighting for oblivion then why would he try to save Ren? Not that Nastasia was complaining, it’s hardly as if she wanted destruction, but it’s still strange. It’s always possible that Asopo was trying to trick Clear and Kieren, but they only offered to ally with him after they were sure he would agree to it genuinely.

Not that it ultimately mattered to her. When she joined team Xen she had a goal in mind.

She’ll find her friend, even if it means the end of the world.

#pokemon rejuvenation #pokemon fan game #noctor writes #pokemon rejuvenation spoilers #pokemon rejuvenation nastasia #pokemon rejuvenation ren #oc asopo #at least asopo is mentioned #he doesn't get any dialogue #birthday gift for the meteors #have a good one #:D

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oceisastar · 2 years ago

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surprise, it's kaveh,,,

,,, again!

a/n reader has some typa vision loll

the existence of mehrak makes me think so hard,,, like what else is kaveh capable of,,, i know he likely found her in the desert, and she's some ancient tech, but he's not an idiot... surely he has studied mehrak, knows what makes her tick,,,

just like how you know the best spots to touch him at and the right words to make him melt<33

nngh but kaveh is so smart!!,,, i know he could make himself his own toy!! maybe it's even almost it's own entity, kind of like mehrak but minus the sentience, where he can control if it vibrates or if it fucks him with only a flick of his wrist,,,

but ofc he can't make himself cum as well as you do!! no artifical object can call him your good boy like you do, or hold him hand as you fuck him, or kiss him as tenderly as you move your hips...

and oh imagine kaveh teaching you how to use the toy. he teaches you how to use your vision to make it float, to make it vibrate at different speeds and intensities, to even teleport from hand to hand,,,

but eventually he almost regrets teaching you,,,

keyword: almost.

you have learned to use kaveh's toy and you've learned to use it well. he melts beneath you, shivering and moaning and reaching out for you—hugs that you always, always return—when you run the vibe along his dick... the obscene sounds of the vibe fade away to the background as all kaveh can hear is you whispering sweet, loving things in his ear between each hickey you tenderly suck into his neck!! as you coax him to his orgasm, he pleads you to do the trick he showed you—one where you rhythmically tap the toy as it vibrates—,,,

except your beloved forgot to consider how your voice alone, often paired with love declarations and always tender love, could make him cum on the spot<33 so when you begin tapping the vibe between each syllable of "c'mon, come for me, songbird, my kaveh," he comes immediately and so intensely and beautifully<333

and if he looks at you after, a gorgeous wreck still shivering from aftershocks, and begs you, "one more?," one more time to say "my kaveh?," who are you to say no?;]

kaveh one chance pls

also out of morbid curiosity, are there any kinks beyond like praise or smth that ur into? thirst-wise. like uhhh tentacles. a/b/o stuff. bondage!! overstim. sensory deprivation. so on. it's rlly not that hard to make so many of these soft and tender lmao so it does upset me sometimes that there's so little like loving bandage or wtv 🤧

MDNI

I’m picturing reader w an anemo vision for this. like making the toy float in the air

I love this 😭😭 him needing u bc it’s u that makes him feel good. your presence and words and just you. not just the toy

hugging him 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I’m crying. I love this so much

cumming from someone’s voice alone 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥵

so much delightful softness. I enjoy this dynamic a lot. it’s refreshing. I love how loving it is. fills my heart with adoration.

tw ??? discussion of some intense kinks

I’m gonna be so straight w u I don’t really understand a/b/o but I do enjoy the concept of heat. I think it’s very sexy. (don’t explain a/b/o to me further I don’t want to know lmao) just the idea of not being in control of yourself and needing so badly is so hot to me. abt the desperation and need (and usually yearning) that ensues in the fics I’ve read w/ it. I don’t care much for the alpha/omega aspect of it tho. it’s more abt the need and desire than that power dynamic.

I’m into other stuff too but I won’t give too much away. bondage and tentacles etc aren’t my thing — I’m not a fan of restrictive stuff. I can see what u mean abt there not being enough tender stuff w it! it’s usually really centered around degradation etc which is not great.

I really have a strong fixation on tiddies tbh I want to suck on them soooooo bad (esp women <3). not bite them but suck on them bc didkskskal

this one is pretty specific but smth abt sniffing undies is so <3 it’s sooooo sexy and naughty to me. like the character just burying their face in a pair of mc’s underwear and getting off is soooooo hot to me.

I also (depending on my mood) like somnophilia. again, back to the desperation piece — just needing ur partner so bad u can’t wait to eat them out and they wake up moaning and grinding in ur face. even better if they cum while asleep 🤤

#kaveh smut #sub kaveh #kaveh x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #Tw #?

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gothsuguru · 9 months ago

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please reveal your suguru-coded hozier songs :) i believe it would be beneficial for my sanity :)

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK :3 and omfg i have SO many honestly i can say practically every song can be suguru-coded but that’s probably bc i’m insane <3 but omfg… here’s just a FEW! (i love you gaia <3 i love you suguru <3 i love you hozier’s music/lyrics <3)

• as it was: i’d argue that this is THE most suguru-coded song that has ever existed… i think it speaks a lot to suguru’s descent into madness! especially when hozier talks about being “unmoved” — i think suguru himself, canon 3rd year -> cult leader!suguru simply won’t allow himself to be swayed by what anyone says… he’s his own man & thinks his own thoughts and ultimately just gets swallowed up by darkness & the hatred/negativity that consumes him!

the lyric Of All Time that i think ENCAPSULATES suguru is:

“but your love was unmoved… and the sights were as stark as my baby, and the cold was as sharp as my baby, and the nights were as dark as my baby… half as beautiful too.”

• arsonist’s lullabye: THIS SONG IS SOOOOO 3RD YEAR GETO CODED… actually just OVERALL teen!geto coded! hearing voices, staring into open flames, telling himself not to tame his demons but keep them on a leash (which he essentially does with cursed spirit manipulation.) also love that in this song, 16 is the age where his senses start to fool him & something else, “an other”, would start to rule him (suguru’s demons taking a hold of him -> leading him to defection.) and then the talk of being a man, but for him, the only peace he’d feel is the ashes left in his wake (suguru wanting to kill non-sorcerers so peace could be felt for himself/other sorcerers.)

“when i was a child, i heard voices. some would sing and some would scream. you soon find you have few choices, i learned the voices died with me.”

“when i was 16, my senses fooled me, thought gasoline was on my clothes. i knew that something would always rule me. i knew the scent was mine alone.”

“when i was a man i thought it ended, when i knew love's perfect ache. but my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake.”

“all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach. don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash.”

• too sweet: this one is so curator!geto coded :3 i just really adore the lyrics in this one and if you end up seeing some of hozier’s lyrics used to describe suguru in the fic… don’t blame me okay… i just Like the way he Describes things :3

“don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake, smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?” -> gives me kenjaku vibes/chilled out suguru vibes!

“i think i'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black, and my bed at three. you're too sweet for me!” -> curator!geto is tired but sophisticated and sexy!

“you know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain! pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape — if you can sit in a barrel, maybe i’ll wait until that day…” -> the way curator!geto sees fashion designer!reader!

• it will come back: HEAVILY CULT LEADER!GETO CODED… he’s such a sly fox, a wolf, a papabear ready to strike. suguru is the PATRIARCH of his family, and sometimes his little family feel like sheep/lambs to me… idk this song just gives me manipulative!geto vibes and i think this geto is very… obsessed w a non-sorcerer and can’t seem to steer clear from them… he has rules set in place, says he won’t enforce them, but expects people to follow them (but he won’t follow his own…)

“i know who i am when i'm alone. i'm something else when i see you. you don't understand, you should never know how easy you are to need. don't let me in with no intention to keep me — jesus christ, don't be kind to me. honey, don't feed me, i will come back.”

“it can't be unlearned. i've known the warmth of your doorways. through the cold, i’ll find my way back to you. oh, please, give me mercy no more — that's a kindness you can't afford. i warn you, baby, each night, as sure as you're born — you'll hear me howling outside your door.”

• talk: MY FAVORITE SONG OF ALL TIME! <333 one of my fics is named after a lyric in this song! i think suguru is BOTH orpheus AND eurydice coded! suguru devoted himself to his grief and became who he became, and at the end of the day, he is absolutely willing to die for his cause (and did).

“i'd be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground, i'd be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around…”

• son of nyx: this song has no lyrics, but the music reminds me of a… lament? i sat down one day and started writing about cult leader!suguru to this song and how he ingested so much negativity & curses that OF COURSE it consumed him too. son of nyx was the fic name (i lost the whole draft unfortunately but nyx is the goddess of darkness so i thought it was apt!) essentially it would’ve been a character study almost about suguru lamenting about his life in bed (all sexy & poetic bc obvi… you already know he sleeps on black satin sheets!)

• eat your young: suguru who’s mad at the system in place that causes young sorcerers to die/be killed. rather than it being a ‘fuck you’ to non-sorcerers, i think it’s a ‘fuck you’ to the higher-ups. like “oh? you deemed me as the worst curse-user of all time, in all of history? y’all ain’t see NOTHING yet!”

“i'm starving, darling. let me put my lips to something, let me wrap my teeth around the world. start carving, darling…” -> recently defected!geto getting ready to bare his teeth to the world.

“if you hesitate, the getting is gone. i won't lie, if there's something to be gained — there's money to be made, whatever's still to come…” -> call geto what you want but you can’t say he’s not a hustler! 😭 he was about that bread!

“skinning the children for a war drum. putting food on the table selling bombs and guns. it's quicker and easier to eat your young.” -> hatred for the system, using children as fodder to fight curses.

“we can celebrate the good that we've done! i won't lie, if there's something still to take — there is ground to break, whatever's still to come…” -> geto getting ready to declare war & begin the night parade of a hundred demons!

#asks #gaia tag <3 #omfg there’s so many more songs but i also think it’s just bc i see/hear anything and my first thought is always: suguru #it’d be so dangerous if he was my boyfriend i’d send pics all day and be like :3 that’s us :3 #and he’d have to reply ‘yea it is <3’#these are just hozier suguru-coded songs omfg there’s so many other songs that are suguru coded like GOD he makes me insane #how’d i get this way #anyways. FANK YEW FOR INDULGING ME GAIA HEHEHE IF YOU HAVE ANY SONGS YOU THINK ARE SUGURU CODED PLZ LEMME KNOW!#MWAH MWAH MWAHHHHHHHHHH

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nowoyas · 1 year ago

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Consummation Training (NSFW) (Original Work) (F/M/M)

Masterlist - Read on Ao3

A/N: welcoming in my poly OC trio from the novel I'm writing! some days you wake up and you spend literally like 12 hours straight hyperfocusing on your keyboard and it turns out pretty well I think. this is technically an AU of the novel that I wrote instead of working on the actual novel but I think it counts for something!

I could do sooooo much background worldbuilding here and I'm tempted to ramble about it separately but I will abstain from now. please enjoy!

Summary: The Prince's Familiar hated the Knight. She hated him for having all the skills she lacked, for convincing her that it would be better for the two of them to teach the Prince before his wedding, and of course, for being right.

There would be no courtesans in the Prince's bedchambers. Just the three of them, the student and the teachers, to ensure that the Prince would be ready to please his wife come wedding night.

Warnings: exhibitionism/voyeurism, threesome, technically sex magic, implications of pregnancy (non-explicit), there's at least one vampire present, biting/blood, multiple orgasms, double penetration, technically dubcon if you approach it from the wrong angle, porn with feelings, porn with left plot, fuckin uhhhh some dom/sub shit going on, honestly there's a lot going on here lmao

Word Count: ~6100

The Prince's familiar hated the Knight.

It was a matter of fairness: he hated her from the first day, after all, and though she'd tried to bridge the gap between them, the fact remained that she was a vampire and he was sworn to protect their prince.

So she hated him.

She hated his duty-sworn personality. She hated the glares he leveled only at her. She hated the deferential way he looked at the Prince, and the sweet-soft tone he used with him. She hated the way he took immediately to the gorgeous noblewoman the Prince courted and agreed to wed, and she hated it more for the fact that she was the only soul who knew the Prince would never be happy with her at his side. Right now, before any of that, she hated the Knight's deft fingers, torturously unlacing her corset after having undressed most of the rest of her.

The sweet-soft tone reserved for the Prince was muttering in her ear from behind as he worked. "I would appreciate it if you bared with me and relaxed a bit for this demonstration," he said. "We are honor-bound to this, for our Prince's sake."

The Prince in question sat across from her, eyes marked with interest at the show they put on. The Knight had her spread out between him, carefully detailing each step of the process until she was presented, naked, for her Prince to see.

His face was a churning red at the sight of her; as far as she was aware, it was his first time seeing any more of a woman than the modest daily-wear they were held to, which was why they were doing this at all. But they were not there just so it would not be the Prince's first time seeing a naked woman when his wedding night came, and so the Knight did not stop at undressing her.

"The first thing you should know is that every woman is going to be different. Our little familiar here is not going to respond the same as your fiancée might. You can ask her, outright, what she desires from you, but she is a Lady and may not answer you truthfully, if she gives you an answer at all."

"So what do I do?" The Prince's voice cracked with a dry throat. He cringed, then swallowed, apparently doing his best not to appear too interested in his Familiar's naked form. “If—if they won’t tell me what they, um, like.”

“There are ways that they’ll tell you without words. You’ll see by the time we’re done with her.”

Her walls clenched involuntarily at the thought. She knew better than to voice any trepidation here—the moment she did, the Prince would back out for her comfort, and unfortunately, the Knight was right when he’d told her the Prince would need this and it would be better coming from them than from some untrustworthy courtesan hired to do the work for them.

She shuddered at the thought of anyone else being put on display like this for her Prince, then again at the thought of how the rest of the night would go.

The Knight chuckled at her back, a low rumbling sound that infuriated her. “There’s one of them. You probably can’t see from over there, but she’s shivering.”

“Should we warm her up?”

Another laugh. “In a manner of speaking, your Highness. Now, as a rule of thumb, there’s a few spots that are nice to pay attention to, depending on your partner. Obviously, there’s the main act, but if you want to produce magical heirs, you want to make sure you’re not the only one cumming.” He brushed her hair out of the way, and then soft lips were brushing a spot behind her ear. Unprepared, she gasped, eyes fluttering closed.

She’d never laid with a man before, and now she was perched between one’s legs while another studied her.

“Tell him more about the magic involved here. You’re our resident expert,” the Knight mumbled against her flesh. When she didn’t respond, he continued: “Or else I’ll get a lot meaner with you.”

Teeth grazed a soft spot near her throat in warning, and she couldn’t stop the whine in her throat. “He’s—he’s right. There’s magic released during an orgasm. Some of our—our researchers have found links tying release with the magical potential of the child, and your best shot at an heir is—" Her words caught in her throat when the Knight found a particular spot on her throat that made her legs weak. "—sorry, it's to ensure that both of you release as much as possible during a session."

"Are you certain you're okay with this?" The Prince asked her as she screwed her eyes shut. She could not give the Knight the satisfaction of knowing he was doing a good job, not even for her Prince's sake. "You seem almost like you're in pain."

"Depending on you and your partner, pain isn't always a bad thing." The Knight's mouth left her neck to speak. "But she's completely fine. Isn't that right?" A hand slid up her bare stomach. The cold of his rings followed the warmth of his fingertips, and she firmly stopped herself from shivering this time.

"I'm alright, your Highness, just—perhaps a little bit embarrassed at the situation."

He was always quick to reassure her. "Oh, no! There's no need to be embarrassed, this is all purely educational, after all!"

"If you're embarrassed now, wait until we move past the barest forms of foreplay," the Knight hissed in her ear. Then, louder, in that soft-sweet voice again: "Would you like first-hand experience with this, your Highness?"

She opened one eye to see her Mage's expression. His eyes were wide, cheeks more flushed than before at the suggestion. "Are you asking if I'd like to—"

"We exist for your benefit, your Highness, and I expected to have you directly involved at some point. Watching can only take you so far, after all."

The Prince's eyes met hers, and she nodded slightly, though she hated that she did. Anything for His Highness. Anything for her Prince. She could see him swallow, and then he was standing and coming to the pair of them. "Okay. If everyone's certain they're okay with this..."

"She's all yours, your Highness. Behind the ear, down the jawline, across the throat... they're all generally sensitive, although your Familiar here seems to be particularly so."

The Prince was close. He was leaning in, staring at her throat, and she shuddered in a way that nearly sickened her. Who was the vampire here? Who was the prey, and who was the predator? Not her, not anymore.

"If it helps, you can kiss her. Typically, that eases one into it, your Highness."

"Is that okay...?" he whispered, and the Familiar nodded.

He slotted himself between her naked thighs, cupping her chin gently and capturing her lips in a soft, sweet kiss. She returned it, careful not to appear too eager even as her thighs twitched to close around his waist.

It was true, he needed the practice: he was not a practiced kisser. She did her best to guide him in technique with her lips, to show him how to kiss her back. She knew by now that her Prince was a fast learner, and he exemplified it here: once he had a rhythm, his lips molded against hers, she felt teeth graze her lip, and damn it all, she moaned into his mouth.

He pulled back almost immediately, searching her face in a near-panic. “Was that alright?”

Her eyes drifted open a moment later. Shit. This was bad. “Perfect, your Highness. You’re doing wonderfully.”

“And you’re not simply telling me as much to appease me?”

“I exist for your benefit, your Highness. You would not benefit from me lying to you in this instance.”

The Knight’s hand squeezed at her side gently. She took it as an approval of her words.

“Okay. And if I—if I wanted to continue?”

“You have my full consent, your Highness.”

He exhaled a shaky breath, and then his mouth was on hers again. She was dimly aware of the Knight speaking behind her, delivering instructions to her Prince: how to move his lips, how to bite hers, how to slip his tongue in her mouth if he wanted to. She didn’t give him access, not at first, but another pair of lips attached themselves to her throat and bit, and in the shock of her moan, her Prince’s tongue entered her mouth to explore.

“Good girl,” the Knight hissed in her ear. The whine caught in her throat.

She nearly lost herself in it, but the Knight did something good for once: when she brought her hands up to pull the Prince in closer, firm hands slid down her arms and pulled her wrists to be held behind her back.

“Hands to yourself,” he whispered, and despite herself, she moaned around the Prince’s tongue.

“Those noises she’s making are a good sign,” the Knight explained as the Prince pulled away for air. Her breasts heaved with her breath—she cursed herself for getting lost in the moment. If she wasn’t careful, she’d even begin to enjoy this, and she would not admit to enjoying it right now. “You want her to make noise. Not every partner will, and you’ll learn your wife’s signals well if you spend enough time with one another, but not only is this one sensitive, she’s noisy, too. Really, she’s perfect for teaching with.”

Oh no. He was not making her feel like this with his words alone. She struggled surreptitiously against his hold, but he merely laughed.

“Are you feeling better to move on to the next step, your Highness?”

“Yes.”

The Knight nodded in approval, and the Prince left her with one last kiss before slowly, uncertainly moving towards her jawline.

This was torture. Where the Knight had been suspiciously skilled with his mouth, the Prince was slow and careful, lacking confidence in where he dragged his lips.

“Here,” the Knight said after a moment, “let me mark a good spot for you, your Highness.”

The Prince pulled away, and lightning-quick, a hand left her wrists to tug at her hair and crane her neck for him. She keened, and the Knight paused, chuckling. “Aw, apparently this one also likes having her hair pulled. It’s almost cute.”

“It is,” the Prince agreed.

She was boneless as the Knight found a soft spot and sucked hard on it, writhing in his hold. He cursed as he popped away, satisfied with the mark he left. “Earth below, you are sensitive,” he growled as he released her wrists to wind an arm around her waist and hold her down. “See that mark I’ve left on her, your Highness? That’s a good spot.”

The Prince nodded, drinking in her expression, the subtle bounce of her breasts as she tried failingly to catch her breath. Her pride surged a bit at the tent in his pants, and when he slotted himself between her legs again to attack her neck, she jolted as that tent brushed against her dripping core.

This time, he did not stop at her whine, even as the Knight was admonishing her for being so squirmy. Instead, the Prince attached himself to the darkening spot on her throat, kissing, sucking, licking, even once biting her, until her head had gone fuzzy and a coil was tightening in her core.

She couldn’t help it—she squirmed against the Knight’s hold and the Prince’s ministrations. Her prince’s hands were on her hips, rubbing soothing circles there, and the Knight shifted to hold her thighs open before she wrapped them around her Prince’s waist. The immobility killed her—being held open for him, two pairs of strong hands holding her down, a low voice giving calm instructions in her ear, the delicious feeling of a mouth on her neck, it was all so much, and then she managed to buck her hips just a little against the Prince’s growing hardness, and he moaned against her throat, and the Knight bit down on her shoulder, and she needed, more than anything, to warn her Prince before he took it too far.

He beat her to it. His voice filtered into her mind, a feature of their little soul bond. ‘Still okay?’

‘More than okay, my Prince. If you keep this up, I’m going to—‘ Even in her mind, the words caught. This should not feel this good. She’d scarcely been touched, and here she was, moments from careening over the edge.

‘Isn’t that the goal?’ her Prince asked, and then he was biting down in a new place, and she was thrashing against the men’s holds, the coil in her stomach snapping, and she needed to grab onto something, anything for purchase. Her hands found the Knight's thighs behind her, and he cursed as her nails dug in. Her head dropped backward, onto his shoulder, and when she was back in her mind, she glanced up to see that her Prince was watching her with hungry eyes.

She shuddered.

"Back with us?" the Knight asked, and crooned her name. "I wasn't expecting you to cum just from having your neck kissed. Is it that you're truly that sensitive, or are you enjoying being watched?"

She wouldn't dignify him with a response. Not, at least, until he nipped at the shell of her ear.

"Both, I think," she managed between gasps.

Shit. She wasn't supposed to say that.

His eyebrows shot up in amusement. "Well, look at you. Nice and honest. Big change from how you normally treat me. We're not done yet, though, so catch your breath."

A low keen left her throat. This was shaping up to be an eternal sort of night.

"Was that good?"

It was. It was extremely good. But she was nearly wordless, and she'd honestly hoped he was asking the Knight, but the Knight didn't answer him, either, merely clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Answer him." In the time it took her to search the soup of her mind for a response, all she came up with was a nod. That earned her a light slap to her inner thigh, and she jolted and whined. "Use your words."

"S-so good, my Prince."

When she looked, he had relaxed into a smile, but it wasn't the usual sort he afforded her: in the lighting as she finally caught her breath, he looked wicked.

"Why whine over him hitting you?" he asked, innocent. "Are you that sensitive between the legs?"

"Mm," she managed as a reply. "Everywhere."

That earned her cruel laughter from the Knight, and his hands left her thighs. She was sure, if she looked, she'd see outlines of his hands on the pale skin there, but he merely nodded to the Prince to step back. "So, so honest. But we've got a lot of information to cover. Are you ready to move on, your Highness?"

"Please," he said.

"Good." Already she was tensing in anticipation. Hands slid up her sides, causing her to squirm as he cupped her breasts. "Now, this is yet another case where your partner may like this more or less than our little familiar here. Honestly, usually this is more for you than the sensation it gives your partner, but judging on how this one has been reacting—" He tweaked one of her nipples between two fingers, and her back arched into it. "—ah, there it is. She'll be good to play with and learn from, it seems."

He began massaging her breasts, and amid the sensation, she was a little proud that, as large as his hands were, her breasts were bigger. Already heat was pooling in her stomach as her Prince watched the Knight toy with her.

"Now, it's unusual that you end up with someone this sensitive. By now, you probably won't have come close to drawing an orgasm out of your partner. I'd encourage you to take your time and learn how best to pull them out. Combine your techniques. Let her feel your mouth, feel you worship her body. It's a wonderful body to get to worship."

At a sharp tug to her nipples, she whimpered and arched into it once more. She could feel the Knight's cock through his pants, heavy and hard against her ass, and fuck her, she was growing more and more desperate for any of it.

"She's so needy," he tutted. "But see how I cup her from below and pull? Come give it a try."

The Prince was fast as he returned to nest himself in front of her, and only one of the Knight's hands pulled away. The intent was clear: both men groped her, shame having left the room ages ago. The Knight's free hand again came to rest between her legs, achingly close to what she needed. Close enough, at least, that he lingered on the edge of where her wetness had soaked her thighs.

"As much as she's enjoying this, your Highness, I feel comfortable setting a goal for you to achieve tonight, if it pleases you."

Dread pooled in her stomach as her Prince's eyes dragged up from her chest. His lip was caught between his teeth. He was enjoying seeing her this debauched.

"Tell me."

"Since the goal is for you to learn how to please your partner, I'd suggest that we not move on from one stage to the next until she's come. Normally, this would be extraordinarily difficult, but she's easy. I think you'll have no trouble at all working her to completion until you've truly mastered something."

Oh, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

His fingers, which had been rolling her right nipple between them, tightened their hold, and he pulled perhaps a bit tighter than he'd been intending. She gasped out a weak 'your Highness' in reply, and he glanced down at her.

"You're right. She is really easy. I think I can manage that."

He was actually going to do it. They were going to pull countless orgasms out of her—how many 'sections' had the Knight designated? Was he about to add more to the lesson plan just to torture her? Was she even going to survive the night, at this rate?

So caught in her thoughts, she didn't notice her Prince leaning down and capturing her nipple in his mouth until he was already there, until she was already moaning.

"How—how much did you have planned, Sir—" She gasped before she got to his name, but he seemed pleased with the effort.

"You can just leave it at Sir tonight. The deference suits you."

That sent another pang of heat straight to her core. This was unbearable. Her Prince was groping her, playing with her nipples, sucking on her breast like a man who'd die otherwise, and the Knight was simply massaging her inner thighs, driving her insane with his words and how close he came each time to actually touching her.

"To answer your question, we'll be going until he can make you come from these tits alone, then we'll be adding magic into the equation, which I expect you to teach him—"

"Me?" she interrupted. "You want me to—Moon above—" The Knight nipped harshly at her throat. Another bite mark to add to the collection. "While I'm getting my third orgasm of the night drawn out of me? Do you have any idea how—ah—"

The Prince was lost in his ministrations. Too lost, she thought, to notice the heated conversation she was having with the Knight.

"Just as difficult, I'd imagine, as having to watch you fall apart again and again and not do anything about it," he growled in her ear. "Be good, and if you make it to the end of these lessons without passing out, you'll be rewarded by both of us."

A low whine.

"And after you've taught him how to incorporate his own magic into making you feel good, we'll teach him how to bring you to orgasm with his fingers, then with his mouth, and you'll teach him exactly how to work your clit, and then we'll see how you fare getting passed between us for educational purposes. And yes, I will be teaching him how to tease you."

Another whine. Her hips bucked a little—her Prince had pulled her tits out by the nipple, as far as they could tolerate, and let them fall weightily back to her chest. He did it again, enthralled with the way they bounced. He would be the death of her, she thought, if the Knight didn’t run her through first. “That’s… that’s a lot, Sir.”

“You’ll take it.”

“That’s six orgasms in a single night!”

“It’s seven, actually. You’re starting to let them cloud your mind already.”

Shit. It was seven. “That’s worse!”

“Like I said, you’ll take it, and you’ll be rewarded for your compliance at the end. You’ll do it because we are honor-bound to serve him, and you, especially, are going to serve him. Perhaps, by the time this is done, we’ll consider training him to have better stamina when it comes to his wife. Would you like that, little one?”

Another thing that infuriated her about him: he was taller than her. No one was taller than her. She was a vampire, and here he was, making her feel tiny.

Lips attached to an unmarked stretch of flesh on her throat. The Prince did not stop kneading her chest as she leaned into it.

“Well? Would you?”

She thought about it, truly and honestly. Her Prince, kissing her neck, licking her neck, biting her neck, torturing her nipples with his soft hands. Such a stark contrast to the Knight’s calluses catching the skin of her thighs.

She felt the cock pressing into the apex of her thighs, the fabric she was certainly dampening, and the cock pressed into her back, and her mouth watered. What would training his stamina entail? Fucking her over and over, until he couldn’t take anymore? Allowing her to get on her knees before him and take his cock into her mouth? Would the Knight train her on his cock, first, to ensure she knew how to suck him properly? Would he watch the entire time? Continue to instruct them on how to please one another?

A harsh twist to her nipple had her crying out and jerking. ‘Answer him. I want to hear you tell him what you want.’

And oh, was that delicious. Momentarily, she forgot she was serving her Prince, simply Serving, and she nodded. “I would. I want it. I want it. I—“

‘Good girl,’ her Prince echoed in her mind, and she snapped again, somehow cumming harder than before. He was a fast learner, for sure, and for once, she feared that more than she took pride in it.

“You really are perfect,” the Knight cooed as she came down from her second high. “Not many who cum just from having their breasts played with or their neck kissed. Now go on. Teach him how to use magic to make you feel good.”

Her mind was entirely blank. He was her student, where magic was concerned. This was not a strange request, to teach him how to use magic. But its application to sex? She’d never had normal sex before this. Never even considered the application of magic to fucking her. She stammered something out, did her best, but it only earned a sympathetic coo from the Knight.

“You don’t know, do you? Have the orgasms made you dumb, or have you never brought it into play before?”

She merely shook her head.

“Aw. Well, I’ll just have to teach him, once we’ve shown him how to punish a disobedient partner.”

Her whole body shivered at that. Punish?

“Oh, she likes that idea. How about you, your Highness? Would you like to learn how to punish her properly?”

He nodded. “Signing on to help teach me, then not even teaching me when asked. I think she’s earned it.”

Oh no. He was becoming cruel, too.

Before she knew it, she was being expertly bent over the Knight’s lap, ass perked up for easy access.

“This is one way I like to punish them, your Highness,” he said, and then she was keening as a sharp smack landed on her flesh. Several more followed in quick succession, her body jerking with each one. When he was done, he rubbed soothing circles into the raw red, cooing sweetly over her. “You want to make sure to cup your hands like this, see? There’s good ways to hurt her and bad ways to. This is one of the good ways. Isn’t that right?”

Tears slipped down her cheeks, and she nodded. “Mhm.”

Another smack. “How did I tell you to address me?”

She sobbed, and she moaned. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Your Highness, let’s see how you hit her.”

Several more smacks against her ass, these less certain, less practiced. He kept going until tears streamed down her cheeks, and then a bit more as he perfected his technique. She’d lost count from the moment her Knight had landed several.

“How is that, darling? Feel good?”

It did. It was humiliating, her cheeks burned, but it was good.

“I think so. Look at her; she’s making a mess of the floor.”

Callused fingertips collected juices running down her thighs. “Oh, yeah. She’s enjoying this. How many was that, little one?”

“Seven… seven… teen?” She honestly wasn’t sure. Seventeen seemed like a good number.

When he let out a dark laugh, her heart stopped. “Your Highness, since she got it wrong, may I show you another good way to punish her?”

“By all means.”

She was maneuvered into sitting up. The fat of her ass was raw from all the hitting. Her Prince soothed her with kind words and a wandering hand, a gesture which helped only until she realized her Knight had undone his belt and taken out his cock.

It was bigger than it had felt. Her mouth watered at the sight, and when he beckoned her over with a pat on his lap, she moved automatically. He positioned her over him, pressed himself inside, and she keened as she sunk down on his length.

“Make her wait for it,” he explained, and suddenly, she understood.

He did not move. In fact, he was busily explaining to her Prince how to heat and cool his fingers to add an extra layer of play to her nipples. It was good, and she moaned and panted and arched, but still the Knight did not move.

“See how desperate she’s getting, just from sitting on my cock, your Highness? Let her sit there a while, and soon, she’ll be apologizing for what she did and begging for you to fuck her.”

She would do no such thing. Not for him. She felt him twitch inside her, and she ached for friction, but received none. Simply his hand, pressing healing magic into her ass until the raw fire turned into a dull, pleasant sting.

One day, she’d get him back for this. Find some way to punish him for treating her like a toy to be played with. He was hot and big and filled her deliciously and he wouldn’t move and someday she’d get down on her knees in front of him and take him into her mouth and leave him groaning until she came off him and didn’t finish him.

…fuck. She was thinking about sucking his cock. She’s already lost.

“Now, you can’t tell, but you can actually feel her walls moving around you like this. That’s how, even when she’s being a brat, you can tell that she’s enjoying this.”

Oh, fuck you.

“Have you got a handle on the temperature play?”

“I think so. How’s she holding up?”

“You’re doing a good job. Every time you pull her nipple like that, she flutters around me. I think she likes having her tits played with. You could probably lay her down and fuck yourself between her tits and she’d come from that alone.”

She couldn’t help the flutter in her stomach at the thought, nor at his low rumble. “Oh, she really likes the idea of that.”

“Might I feel?”

The Knight pulled out of her, and she nearly sobbed, a broken wait leaving her mouth as she was suddenly emptied.

“First, let’s look at how to get her off with your hands…”

Fucking hell. Okay. They were both good with their fingers. The Knight showed him how to curl them to drag another orgasm out of her, then laid her down and showed her Prince how to work his tongue around her clit and move it inside of her. Each time, she was quicker to cum, quicker to cry out and clench around them.

When at last, the Knight pinned her down on the bed so the Prince could watch him fuck her, she nearly sobbed all over again.

“I can’t—I can’t take anymore,” she gasped out. “It’s too much.”

“You’ll take it just fine,” he said simply, and that was the end of that before he shoved himself inside.

He set a slow pace at first, explaining patiently between grunts how to move his hips, how different speeds were good for different things.

“Like this, it’s slow. Intimate. It’s a good way to show your love.” He looked away from the night to glance back down at her, fuck-drunk, eyes almost fully-lidded as she stared up at him.

She pulled him down into a slow kiss.

What was she doing? This was not in the plan. This was the exact opposite of the plan.

And yet, the Knight kissed her back, slow and sweet, one hand cupping her cheek. When he pulled away, his gaze lingered on hers for a moment before he remembered what he was doing. “See? Like this, you don’t even have to say it. Would you like to try, your Highness?”

The Prince must have nodded, because the Knight gave her one last kiss as he pulled out. She lay there, staring at the two of them. Watching as the Knight kissed the Prince slowly.

“That,” he said, “was meant for you, my Highness.”

He didn’t miss a beat. He kissed him right back, just as slow, just as sweet. “Keep it. I’ll get my own.”

Then, he was climbing over her, carefully guiding himself to insert his cock into her. He was pretty, his cock deliciously long and on the thinner side. She thought she caught a glimpse of a vein before he entered, and then he was setting a slow, torturous pace.

And gods above and below, she was thrilled at it all. She was sore, whimpering, overstimulated, but when he slid himself inside and kissed her, it felt right. She kissed him back, eager and slow, letting him take his time and figure himself out.

She didn’t even notice the tears sliding down her cheeks.

‘I don’t want you to marry her,’ she whispered in the back of his mind, and his hips stuttered. ‘I love you.’

He paused inside her, pulling away to stare at her with wide eyes. “I never thought you’d admit that,” he said, and it was now that she realized: she fucked up.

There was a weight next to them on the bed. The Knight, sitting beside them, lacing his fingers with hers. “Did she tell you?”

“She did.” He nodded.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispered, and planted a kiss on her crown. “You should know, there is nothing forbidding a Prince from wedding his familiar.”

It was her turn now to freeze, as her Prince began to work his hips inside her again. “What?”

“What he said. I will be the King. I can marry whomever I want.”

She couldn’t process it. She didn’t know how many orgasms she’d had that night, but clearly she wasn’t thinking clearly, because that could not be what they were implying.

“If I decided that, say, I wanted to take my Familiar and my Knight into my bed, not as partners in sex, but partners in marriage, there is nothing which would prevent me from doing so except the desires of those partners.”

His hips were picking up the pace, and still, she was staring at him, dumbfounded. He paused suddenly, pulled out.

“Marry us,” the Knight said and lifted her. She was being maneuvered, contorted until she faced the Knight, not the Prince, and two cockheads lined up at her entrance.

“Why—why you?” she managed, eyes wide at the Knight’s face. “Why both of you—why any of this?”

“Because we love you,” the Prince whispered in her ear from behind. “Because we’re going to be together the rest of our lives, him sworn to me and you bound to me, and because I want that to be in a capacity not just as my servants, but as lovers and partners in ruling.”

One of the cocks slid into her, and she moaned quietly. “Even—even Sir—“

The second joined in, stretching her beyond what she thought was capable. Again her head dropped back, mouth hanging open.

“Yes, I love you. You’re brilliant, and kind, and as much as I hate you, I cannot imagine a life without you. Either of you. I would not choose it if I could.”

She was speared with two dicks at once. Before tonight, she had been a virgin, and now, she was unable to think, unable to process anything except the feeling of being so full and the kisses being pressed against the back of her neck.

“Say yes,” her Prince mumbled against her skin. “Tell me I don’t have to marry her. Tell me not to, and we’ll stuff you senseless, and then I’ll go straight to my desk and draft a letter calling off the engagement.” He began to move inside her, achingly slow, until he was nearly entirely out. As he pushed back in, the Knight, too, began to move, and she let out a long moan.

“Say yes,” her Knight gasped out. “Fuck, you’re tight. Tell him to call off the engagement, love. Please.”

A lifetime with them. Every night in their shared bed.

“I love you,” one man whispered.

“I love you,” the other man groaned.

It was all too much. They were moving, faster and faster they were moving, and her teeth gleamed in the moonlight. She needed to bite to think. She needed blood on her lips to make sense of anything.

She lurched forward and bit down on the Knight’s shoulder as they fucked her, and he groaned and fucked her harder. They’d established a rhythm, and the feeling of flesh beneath her teeth was all that kept her sane in light of that rhythm. When she had her fill and was sure she hadn’t killed him, she lathed her tongue over the marks, and she sighed.

“Yes,” she mumbled into him. “Fuck me harder, fuck me senseless, and I’ll marry you both. Please, please, please—“

One of them came.

She couldn’t tell you which one, but it didn’t quite matter, because the other followed not long after, and she was flooded with their hot seed, and then she was cumming around them, and both men groaned. The Knight had to hold her up, the Prince holding her back as she thrashed something violent, and when they both pulled out and all three laid alongside one another on the bed, she cried with overwhelm.

“It’s so much,” she managed as one stroked her hair and the other danced magic-laden fingertips over her to soothe her. “It’s so much.”

“We’ll bathe, and we’ll rest in the few short hours before morning, and then we’ll work out the plan,” her Prince promised. “First to call off the engagement, then to make this one official. You’ll make a wonderful Queen, my love.”

She let out a little guttural noise. There were hardly any words left in her, except one important question: “There is no possible way that was your first time.”

“It wasn’t.”

“It was hers, though,” the Knight said, amusement playing in his voice. “I think we’ve ruined her for anyone else. What do you think, my Prince?”

“Good. She’ll never be with anyone else.” The Prince trailed fingers over her bare shoulder with a loving sigh. “And, ideally, neither will we.”

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