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astraystayyh · 2 years ago

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Conversations with Hyunjin

or what i imagine dating Hyunjin would be like (kind of went overboard because i love this man).

warnings: reader feels insecure when hyunjin looks at them for too long. a little suggestive in the end. hyunjin is dramatic but we love him 🫶

if you enjoy please reblog or leave a comment,, means the world to me <3

Minho's version.

"Look a bit to the left... Perfect", Hyunjin gently grips your jaw, his paint-stained fingers slightly moving your head to the side. You were in Hyunjin's little art studio, and he was halfway through sketching a portrait of you.

He didn't explain why he suddenly wanted to draw one, but his multiple kisses on your face the night before were enough to convince you.

But now that you were sitting on this chair and he's been looking at you for the past half an hour, you can't help but feel self-conscious. He was intently staring at you- you wondered if he started to notice all the imperfections on your face.

Hyunjin's brush strokes falter when he realizes that you are fidgeting with your fingers. He tries to hold your gaze, but you avoid it each time, a tight smile drawn on your lips. You scratch your throat, once, twice, and he steps away from the canvas.

"Angel," he smiles when he's right before you. He doesn't have to look down to grab your hands- they find each other instinctively. "What's wrong?".

"Nothing," you attempt to smile, but your voice is strangled, and Hyunjin feels his heart drop in his chest.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?". His voice is quiet, a stark contrast to his excited demeanor when he just started painting you.

"No! No, baby. Never", you reassure, squeezing his hand tightly. "It's just... I feel like the more you stare at me, the more you'll notice my imperfections".

"What imperfections?" he questions seriously, his head tilted to the side as if the thought of you having a flaw was inconceivable.

"I don't know... I just don't like it when people stare at me a lot, I guess".

"My love, you are the most beautiful person I've ever seen," Hyunjin leans down, leveling his eyes with yours. He needed you to know how serious he was.

"You are only saying this because you love me," you smile, and he shakes his head no vehemently. "The first time I saw you, I squeezed Jisung's arm so bad I almost broke it."

You've lost count of how many times you've heard this story. Each time you hang out with the boys, Han has to remind Hyunjin that he was starstruck when he saw you. But it still made you feel warm inside- like a blanket tightly wrapped around you.

"You looked so beautiful, and you also had this alluring aura surrounding you. I wanted to talk to you as soon as I laid my eyes on you", he pecks your nose, and you scrunch it up in response.

"And I'm glad I did because not only you're the prettiest human alive," he leans away, his hands gesturing up and down in reverence, "but your soul is the most beautiful thing about you."

"Now," he gently flicks your forehead, and you laugh, "no more talk about imperfections."

"Yes, sir!" you giggle, and he smiles softly at you. "You know what? Let's leave the portrait for another day. Come sit with me while I draw?"

"You know I can't say no to that."

And so for the next hour, Hyunjin paints your favorite flowers with you curled up in his lap. You don't talk much as he draws, but his minty breath tickles your neck from time to time and you haven't felt this content in a while.

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"Babyyy, what's wrong?" you lean into Hyunjin's side, who was seemingly ignoring you. You've just returned from running some errands to find Hyunjin sulking on the bed.

"Nothing," he huffs, turning his head away from you.

"Then why aren't you kissing me?" you whine, and he steals a glance at you.

"Because you didn't kiss me first."

"What are you talking about?" you chuckle, making him sulk even more.

"In the morning, you didn't kiss me," he grumbles, and you internally melt at his antics. Sometimes Hyunjin made you feel as if he needed your kisses to breathe.

"I did, you were asleep, but I kissed your cheek."

"Well, I didn't feel it."

"Yeah, because you were asleep, dummy," you giggle, and he finally looks at you, his tongue poking slightly against his cheek. He knows he's been ridiculous but it was too late to back out now.

"Well, then you should've woken me up!"

"I will next time", you smile at him, and he brightens up, "You promise?"

"Pinky promise". You lace your pinky with his, and you both kiss your thumbs, stamping them together.

"Now come here" You open your arms wide, and he sinks into them. His mouth falls perfectly on top of your collarbone, and he grazes it gently with his teeth, making goosebumps erupt on your skin.

"Baby?", he calls out a while later.

"Mhm?"

"On second thought, don't wake me up. I probably need the sleep", he says sheepishly, and you giggle, "I know."

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"Hey, love," Hyunjin leans in to kiss your forehead, snapping you out of your haze.

"Hey," you turn your eyes back to the TV, hugging your knees tighter to your chest. You weren't really watching the movie you put on; you just needed something to take your mind off the weight on your chest.

"Bad day?" he asks, his tone soft, and you nod silently.

Hyunjin kisses your head again, and for a second, the world around you stills and you feel okay. But his lips quickly leave you, and you're left aching for his hold.

"Wait here," he tells you, and you hum in reply; you couldn't move even if you wanted to.

Ten minutes later, Hyunjin comes back to the living room. He pulls you up and leads you to the bathroom. There, you find some candles lit up and rose petals thrown on the ground.

"Let me take care of you," he says as he starts to undress you. You appreciated how he kept his voice barely above a whisper; the bathroom was fit for hushed conversations only.

When you are both bare in front of one another, he pulls you into the bath he filled- your back flush against his chest, and you sigh contently.

Hyunjin pours some gel wash into his hands, then rubs it on your skin, skillfully massaging your tense body. He's so gentle with you- his touch is featherlight, and his mouth leaves a sweet trail of kisses on your back. You feel as if you are floating in space, somewhere where no one can hurt you.

You notice that he used his body wash, not yours; and soon his scent surrounds you until all you could smell is him.

You know that this way, you'll carry Hyunjin with you throughout the night, and onto the following morning when he is no longer there with you.

His scent on your skin will remind you of how he took care of you, how he loved you, how he held you so close to him until you both became one.

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"You don't have to stick your nose in the painting to see it", you giggle, and Hyunjin leans away, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

"I'm trying to see the details. Leave me alone", he pokes his tongue out at you, and you retaliate with the same childish gesture, which in turn makes the both of you chuckle.

You lean your cheek against Hyunjin's arm, and you both contemplate the painting in comfortable silence. "I really wanna be poetic, but this just looks like a child's drawing," you finally say, and he laughs loudly, head tipped back- you can't help but stare in awe at how much joy suits him.

"That's what I thought too!" he high-fives you excitedly before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the next painting.

It's one of a Renaissance couple kissing, their hands cradling each other's cheeks closely- as if they can't possibly get enough of each other.

"Now this is beautiful", you sigh, and he pokes your side gently. "Let's recreate it."

"You just want an excuse to kiss me", you wiggle your brows at him, and he holds your jaw, beckoning you closer to him.

"And what about it?" he smiles bashfully before crashing his soft lips on yours.

Hyunjin might be biased, but he thinks that if someone were to capture this moment, it would look much better than the painting behind you two.

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"This bag is so heavy," Hyunjin whines, and you stare at him pointedly, "I told you not to buy all that stuff."

"But they were dumpling-themed toys for dogs! I had to get them for Kkami."

"That dog doesn't even like you," you tease, and Hyunjin screeches loudly, stopping in his tracks. "How dare you!"

As you two continue your bickering, an old couple passes you hand in hand. They are seemingly arguing, but as you near them, you can tell they are just joking- just like you two. The fond way they gazed at each other with was a clear testimony of their love.

You and Hyunjin both turn to look at each other; mouths slightly hang agape. "I just got chills," he whispers, and you nod in agreement, "I think we just saw our future selves."

"I can't believe you'll annoy me even when I'm seventy", he jokes, and you lightly punch his side. But in true Hyunjin fashion, he yelps loudly as if you had hurt him.

"Will you still be this dramatic when we are older?"

"This is the only correct way of living", he declares solemnly, and you laugh heartily. The truth is, you wouldn't have it any other way.

Hyunjin throws his arm over your shoulders, bringing you closer to his side. He presses a quick kiss to your head, and you wrap your arm around his middle, resuming your walk.

"I was always afraid of growing up, but it doesn't seem as daunting with you. Because I know I'll have you with me in the end", he says and you beam at his words.

"I can't wait to meet every version of ourselves."

"I know I'll love you in each."

"Yeah? Even if I annoy you every day?" you smile cheekily, and he pinches your cheek affectionately.

"Even then. You are my last love, yn".

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"Don't come in!", Hyunjin shouts as soon as you open the door. His arms are open wide like a shield blocking you from stepping forward.

"And why is that...?", you chuckle, slightly pushing him away to pass. He doesn't budge, and you frown.

"Please just go, go, go," he grabs your shoulders, spinning you around until you are facing the door again.

"Hyunjin, what are you hiding?" you ask, amused as you free yourself from his grip. He looks everywhere but at you, and doubt starts to seep inside you.

"Are you... are you with someone?"

"NO! God, no, how could you think that?"

"Well, you are acting suspicious, I don't know!" You throw your hands up in the air defensively, and he sighs.

"Fine, come see."

Hyunjin walks first into the kitchen, and you gasp softly. To say it's a mess would be an understatement. There are pots everywhere, flour on the ground, and some clearly not-edible cookies on the table.

"This is embarrassing" He hides his face between his hands, and you giggle, gently removing them.

"Did you try to bake for me?" you coo, leaning your face into his until your noses brush together.

"Yeah, I know you've been working hard, and I wanted to surprise you. But clearly, I shouldn't have."

You feel your heart clench at the defeated look on his face, so to cheer him up, you grab a cookie from the tray. Its brown color throws you off, but you still take a big bite. You try your hardest not to scrunch your nose because he definitely used salt and not sugar, and oh- that's an eggshell you are chewing right now.

"This is yummy," you force out, and he rolls his eyes at your blatant lies.

"Please spit it out. I don't want you to die from food poisoning."

You oblige eagerly, thankful for the opening, and Hyunjin leans against the counter, gazing sadly at the cookies.

"You are the best boyfriend in the world. You know that?"

He timidly shakes his head no, and you smile softly at him, "You are. Now let's clean this and order pizza. I'm starving."

"You are not mad?"

"Why would I be?"

"The kitchen is a mess."

"Well, it's our mess to clean up., And you doing this for me made me so so happy." You stand on your tiptoes and grab the back of his neck, pulling him downward for a kiss. When he leans away, you smile cheekily at him, and he rolls his eyes at you, "Come on, just say it."

"Leave the cookies to Felix."

"Noted."

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"Guess who?" you whisper in Hyunjin's ears as you cover his eyes with your hands.

"An intruder who is oddly romantic?", Hyunjin jokes, and you flick the back of his head playfully, "I hate you."

Hyunjin turns around to grab your arm and drags you across the couch. "You love meee", he singsongs as he makes you stand between his legs.

"Yeah, I do" you giggle as he looks up at you, a huge smile on his face.

He looks so pretty from this angle, you think, his eyes wide and sincere poring into yours. You liked how Hyunjin never hid any of his emotions from you; and right now, you could clearly see the adoration he felt for you painted on his face.

You swipe your thumb affectionately across his cheek, and he leans into your touch, totally unguarded. "So... your birthday is in a month," you grin at him, "but since you'll be busy, I figured I'll give you your gift early on."

"You are my gift," his reply is instant. You once thought phrases like those were cheesy but you quickly realized that Hyunjin means them. He says them so easily because it's the truth for him.

"I think you'll really like this present," you smile excitedly as you pull out an envelope from your back pocket.

"Open it," you urge him, and he does as you say. He takes out two plane tickets and looks up at you, confused.

"What are those?"

"We are going to Paris!"

"We are?"

"Yes! In a week. I've prepared everything! I made all the reservations and a list of all the places we could visit. And I got us an exclusive tour of the exhibition you've been dying to see", you explain happily. You've been planning for this trip for a month now, you wanted it to be perfect for him.

Hyunjin's eyes well up with tears and he bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from crying. You knew how badly he wanted to go to Paris, and you went to all of these lengths to make him happy.

"Yn... I..." he stammers, and you hold his hands, gently squeezing them into yours. "It's okay, Jinnie. I know."

"No, I need to say it... I..." he pulls you onto his lap and you place your legs on either side of his body. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, and you pat his back gently, giving him a few moments to gather his thoughts.

"The reason why I wanted to draw your portrait is because I wanted you to see yourself how I see you. I wanted to capture you in a way only I can because I'm so in love with you," he pauses and you kiss his temple, overcome by emotion.

"I hoped that decades from now, someone would find those portraits and they will see how perfect you are. This way, you'll live again through my paintings and my love for you."

"Jinnie...." you whisper, at loss for words. Now it was your turn to tear up.

"Can I finish your portrait in Paris?", he clears his throat and you giggle through your tears, "Please."

"We also should get a portrait done of the two of us on the streets. And we'll hang it in the living room."

"Isn't that a bit pretentious?"

"It's our home. Who's picture are we going to frame? Han?"

"I mean he is our biggest supporter...", you trail off and he laughs at your words, "He really is. But I'm your number one fan."

"Prove it", you smirk and he flips you around until you are laying on the couch and he's caging you with his arms- the necklace he bought with your initial on it dangling over you.

"Oh I will."

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(if you want to know how Hyunjin celebrated op's birthday, you can read When I fell in love heheheh)

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lxgentlefolkcomic · 10 months ago

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Start reading Episode 1

Dialogue transcripts:

Panel 1

Godfrey: And do not tell Irene, but I am certainly going to commission you for a portrait of her.

Basil: I’d be glad to! As soon as I have completed Sir Murgatroyd’s, I am at your service.

Panel 2

Godfrey: Please, take your time. No matter when, it is a thrill to show your gift to the one you love!

Basil: Indeed, it is…

Panel 3

Irene: …Well, Mr. Gray, we shall keep that in mind. We do owe Mr. Hallward, as well as yourself, credit for giving us the first clue. Above all, we trust Lord Godalming having referred you.

Panel 4

Dorian: Ah, indeed, good old Basil…Anyway. I am glad Lord Godalming has put my little joke behind him. He’s a bit of a humorless sort, sometimes.

Panel 5

Mina: Oh, rest assured, Arthur is quite mirthful.

Panel 6

Mina: He does, however, have his limits when it comes to love.

Mina (white text): We, however, shall suffer no mockery of Love.

Panel 7

Background text (left side): “How long will you like me? Till I have my first wrinkle, I suppose.” “I love her, and I must make her love me.” “I have had the arms of Rosalind around me, and kissed Juliet on the mouth.”

Background text (right side): “I would give my soul for that!” “To-night she is Imogen, and to-morrow night she will be Juliet.” “When is she Sibyl Vane?” “Never.” “You have spoiled the romance of my life. How little you can know of love, if you say it mars your art! Without your art, you are nothing.”

Background text (white): Mockery of Love (x3)

Panel 8

Mina: …Is everything quite alright, Mr. Gray?

Panel 9

Dorian: Oh! Yes—I was just saying—We would be delighted to keep in touch with such…ahem…intriguing company. But for now I am afraid we must bid you adieu, erm, if you’ll excuse me…

Panel 10

Basil: Dorian! Are we leaving already?

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blackrocks-king · 3 months ago

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anonymouscheeses · 1 year ago

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more obvious shit I wanted to point out but it's more than last time uhhh pt.2 (spoilers for dad beat dad and maybe welcome to heaven. Maybe?)

I love that Charlie just randomly goes into demon form sometimes like here ehhehehe. Also can I just say I love Charlie so much?? She is my favorite and I love her especially in this episode because it feels like the same optimistic Charlie but she was just put in a bad situation. I relate to her a bit TOO much, almost down to every detail like wow. You'll understand later once I get there. But just wow...

LOOK AT THIS FUNNY LITTLE MAN. SPOODER DUST <3 also. Live [image] reaction. Someone make that into a reaction image 🙏🙏

HONEY!!! NEW MEME TEMPLATE JUST DROPPED. (Aka the one guy going crazy trying to explain the stuff on the board iykyk)

OMG... THAT CANT BE CHARLIE... NOT CHARLIE'S EMO PHASE PLEASE BAHAHAHHAHAHA (also love that Lucifer has kept it all these years, if Charlie knew I think she'd be extremely embarrassed. Vaggie would love it probably xd)

HE IS SO GOOFY I CANT- I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ALREADY!!! NEED.

Broskie got character development and is NICE?!? I LOVE THAT SMMM YALL.... LOOK AT HIM!! I am very delusional yes, but I will take this over ass development(cough. Vaggie's "story" in ep 3. Cough).

Imagine this. *holds your hand carefully to help you calm down while talking to your father you haven't really wanted to talk to.* lesbian type stuff ngl 🤯 (relatable)

Angel looking at the gays while being a gay too. HE'S BEING SO KIND TO CHARLIE UGGHH I CANTTT!!(POS) NODDING HIS HEAD, SMILING TO HER, ALSO TRYING TO HELP CALM HER DOWN. I MAY BE ASS AT SOCIAL CUES BUT I NOTICED THIS ONE!! YAA

*SHE IS STILL HOLDING HER HAND. CHARLIE'S ALSO SWINGING IT AROUND NERVOUSLY. I can never get tired of them and will make art soon just you wait.*

COMMANDER VAGGIE! I love that she acts like this is a camp full of tiny kids and honestly? That's not too far off. Sir pentious is at the ready! (glad he's here more often in the episode, thought he would just get sidelined after his first episode but gladly no!) Angel is just surprised. Husk spilled his drink, ON WHITE FUR NO LESS! Niffty of course is on the floor face first. Charlie is just happy to be there yippee!

What is this?? I have no idea what the hell it is at all. Bro is just peepin- it doesn't look like Alastor, even in demon form. And... I can't think of anyone else who could be this. Anyone have ideas or maybe it's foreshadowing? Maybe it was revealed in the 6th episode I don't know I haven't watched it yet. (I am a freak. I don't binge I give myself a day to watch a single episode. Most of the time uhhh.)

WE LOVE A SHORT KING. I LOVE THAT. I LOVE HIM. THE EVERYTHING. HE IS EVERYTHING. LET ME STRANGLE HIM PLEASE. (Lillith and Lucifer's dynamic is 100% Gomez and Morticia but a little more silly short man)

"OH WOW! AN OLDER MAN WHO GIVES ME FATHERLY CARE!" *STARTS TO FUCKING CRY*

I FEEL YOU CHARLIE WAAAGHHH

Oh and there goes the silly guy again! Atp I'm thinking it may be the gal some people been talking about that they've been hinting since the pilot. I forgot her name but she's said to be the big bad of season 1 or probably 2. Not sure if that's what it's trying to imply but here's my little no-thought idea

Lucifer, no...

LUCIFER NO!! THIS IS SUCH AN ADORABLE RESPONSE TO CHARLIE DATING A WOMAN. (ADOPT ME)

AND THEN THE HUG! I GET IM LOOKING TOO MUCH INTO THIS ONE SILLY SCENE BUT I JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH AND WANT THIS SO BAD IN MY LIFE.

Niffty really said, "Yes, I do the cleaning."

Get yourself a taller king who is a short king but compared to you is a tall king

Say what you will, but I genuinely want more dad Alastor, someone make an au before I do plsss and @ me 🙏🙏

alright.. now this is where it starts to be relatable and hurt my heart... yayy.... needing any sort of parent figure that actually cares about you than the actual parent who is rarely there? WOWZA! SAME CHARLIE <3 <3 (SO FAR VERY ACCURATE FROM SOMEONE THAT IS IN THE SAME SITUATION)

Alastor is letting her off kindly, atleast in his way. He may be pissed off she brought a shark gang to the hotel and put it on fire, but they were still close friends. With anyone else he would absolutely either murder them or have severely traumatized the person. She's the exception, although I don't think he'd let it off the hook so easily if there were a next time.

A father-daughter embrace! :,)

(This is gonna be messy asf) He wants to know who she is as a person. He always has, and that's definitely obvious, but from a person inside this, they may not know themselves what the other is thinking. To Charlie it was like he never cared and just wanted an excuse to not see her again, acting like he was truly busy as in the start where he made the rubber duck that breathed fire. Sure. But Charlie saw it as him finding ways to not interact with her again. The only times they talk was when it was related to business stuff or other things of the sort. Let me just say this song... is by far my favorite, including the episode. Sure, it's got problems it's own, but this extremely accurate portrayal of what my own situation with one of my parents just stole my entire soul. Yeah I got a bit of tears about to come out, BUT NOPE! NOT TODAY! I don't ever cry during shows or movies so if I ever get teary-eyed, YOU DID SOMETHING. THAT SOMETHING BEING GOOD. This episode was emotional and connected with me on a deep level that I dont think any film has ever done to me, which is weird because I've been actively trying to find one, any one that does. Then to find it in an indie company from a creator who has achieved the dreams that I myself want to one day? That's fucking amazing.

FORESHADOWING! FROESHADOWING! FORESHADOWING! VAGGIE EX-ANGEL THEORY MUST BE CANON AND IF ITS NOT I WILL TEAR MYSELF LIMB FROM LIMB WITH A CROWBAR. LETS GO TO HEAVENNN!!! TOMORROW! BECAUSE THE DAY I PUBLISH THIS WILL BE TOMORROW(FOR YOU TODAY) BUT TOMORROW FOR YOU ILL POST THE NEXT WHAT I CAUGHT SHENANIGANS AGAIN! SEE YA!

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the-broken-truth · 2 years ago

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Civil Obsession: Platonic Yandere Mafia Boss Miguel O'Hara w/ Civilian Teenager Reader [Part 1]

Summary: [Name] tries to lead a normal life in New York, despite the presence of gangs and violence. [Name] resides with their parents who run a Drycleaner Business and attends school while working as an animator and artist on the side. While hurrying to school one day, [Name] accidentally spills coffee on a man wearing an expensive suit. [Name] offers the man their business card for a free dry cleaning service before hastily departing.

[New York - Your Point Of View]

The Streets of New York City were crowded - as always - but that didn't stop me from rushing down the sidewalks of New York, dashing through the slim openings between people's bodies with a coffee in my dominant hand and my other hand pressing down on my satchel that was on my shoulder and across my body but I didn't want my flap to open and my art tablet to fly out or hit someone in the face; I was not in the mood to get sued and possibly robbed but I was pressed for time. I overslept once again and I was late for school - well, late for breakfast at school; I still had about half an hour to get there and I was going to be late, then they were going to call my parents, then my parents were going to be pissed off at me, and for punishment, they were going to make me spend my weekend working in the Drycleaners when I could be finishing commissions and getting paid for them.

I'm getting beside myself. Allow me to introduce myself: I am [Name] of the [Surname] Family of New York City. I'm the only child of my family, thus making me the heir to the family business - a Drycleaner Service that was well known in the neighborhood where I lived in New York. While I respect the business and everything my parent did to make a living for themselves and myself, I found my passions somewhere else - in the world of Animation and Digital Art. I'm going to school to become an animator and my parents support my choice but I agreed to keep my passion aside and focus on helping my family with the business whenever they need my help - I work with them on the weekends when I don't have commissions to fill but sometimes I need to...

Suddenly, the door before me opened and my path was obscure by a large body, my eyes widened as I crashed into the massive body, squeezing the cup in my hand, causing the cup's lid to pop open and spill all over the person's red velvet vest - that was trimmed in white and in the shape of a spider on the chest. I fell on my butt and looked up at the person before me: A Towering Man with dark brown skin, dressed in a velvet red trimmed in cream white in the shape of a spider on his chest, black dress pants, shoes, and a black silk jacket over his shoulders. He looked down at me with his blood-red eyes as his short brown hair waved in the wind. People around me stepped away from me and the man. I quickly rose to my feet and bowed my head.

"I'm so sorry, Sir! I was in a rush and..." Suddenly, I was pushed away from the man by a large man in a tuxedo, black glasses, and an earpiece.

"Step away from the boss!" The bodyguard demanded as I steadied myself, "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THE BOSS' SUIT COSTS, YOU FILTHY BRAT?!"

"Hey, I said I was sorry! I'm in a rush!" I yelled back at the man but lifted his hand to punch me when the man - The 'Boss' - grabbed the man's wrist and pushed him away from me before walking up to me and looking down at me.

"You shouldn't run in the busy sidewalks like that, you never know who might be in your way." The voice of this guy...deep but smooth...full of authority but gentle.

"I'm really sorry for your suit, Sir. Oh!" I reached into my satchel and pulled out a business card for my parents' shop before holding it out to the man, "Please, go here and they will clean your suit - tell them [Name] sent you and they will clean your suit for free. I'm really sorry about your suit but I have to leave!" I watched as he took the card from me before I walked around him and started running again - I was in the home stretch - 10 Minutes left before I was late!

[Mysterious Man's Point Of View]

I watched as the young one ran away from me and turned the corner - must be heading to the local school. I looked at the card in my gloved hand.

"[Surname's] Drycleaning." I said as I looked at my bodyguard and handed him the card. "Give to this location. I need to get my suit cleaned." I said as I got into the back seat of my limo before my bodyguard closed the door and got into the front seat with the driver before handing him the card and taking off down the street.

'Just who are you [Name] and why does it feel like the two of us will meet again?' I thought as I folded my arms across my chest and closed my eyes - all I could see was their face and it made me smile.

#yandere miguel o'hara #modern au #teenage reader

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clarissaweasley-10 · 4 months ago

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okay (rant)

TODAY WAS FUCKING SHIT. FIRST I GOT MY PERIOD AND MY STOMACH HAS BEEN HURTING ALL DAY (which owuld be okay IF IT WASNT FOR TWO LITTLE FUCKERS THAT RUINED MY DAY)

okay firstly, my english teacher. respectfully sir i hope you fall down the stairs and die in the most miserable way possible. SO WE HAD A GROUP PROJECT AND I GAVE THE REST TO MY GROUPMATES AND I TOOK ON ONE BIG TASK MYSELF (cuz it was arts and crafts) AND MY TWO GROUPMATES WEREN'T DONE BUT THEY DIDNT RLY NEED HELP AND THEY WERE NEARLY DONE ANYWAY SO I TOOK OUT MY SKETCHBOOK AND STARTED DRAWING AND THEN THIS MOTHERFUCKER COMES UP AND HE;S LIKE

"{real name}, Gem, stop painting in your notebook"

"But i'm done with my work" AND THEN THIS BITCH KEPT TELLING ME TO GO DO STH LIKE BRO I WAS DONE WITH MY PART OF THE GROUP WORK ITS PERFECT I GOT MY LINES AND MY FRIENDS DON'T NEED HELP AND HE KEPT TELLNG ME TO BASICALLY DO MY GROUPMATES WORK FOR THEM LIKE STFU.

if it wasn't bad enough I glared at him and was like "ths isnt fair. respecffulyl im done with my work. They don't need help finishing up theirs and besides i already did half the work. we already have an idea and everything." and this mf went up andstarted lecturing me on how life isnt fair sometimes

LIKE SIR YOU ARE A RICH WHITE BRITISH ADULT MAN. IF ANYTHING YOU DO NOT GET TO TELL ME HOW LIFE ISNT FUCKING FAIR BECAUSE AS A ASIAN PERSON OR COLOR OR WHATEVER YOU CALL IT WHO IS ALSO A TEENAGE GIRL WHO HAS PERIODS AND CRAMPS, I WOULD KNOW ABOUT UNFAIRNESS. HE, WOULD. FUCKING. NOT. KNOW. A .SHIT.ABOUT.UNFAIRNESS. so respetctrfulyl,shti up

(sry for the long rant im so mad rn)

no no its alr pls feel free to rant whenever you want... its alr girlie we all have our moments BUT I SERIOUSLY WANNA CHOKE THAT ENGLISH TEACHER OF YOURS RN. LIKE BITXH HE HAS SOME AUDACITY- one thing i rly hate abt teachers is how they can never keep their noses to themselves like pls leave me alone, why cant they fricking just mind their businness and let us mind ours? besides i am coming to vietnam with a gun to shoot of all the bad guys..

@isthataraccoon d'you think u have a gun that i can borrow for a while??

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nanawritesit · 1 year ago

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ATEEZ: General NSFW Headcanons 🖤 (18+/ MDNI) 🔞🔞🔞

i am currently hard at work on the maknae line ver. of your first time having sex with ateez imagines, BUT i thought i could put this little diddy out to hold y’all over :) this one is more gender neutral too so it’s more inclusive!

TW: switch!HJ, switch!SH, dom!YH, sub!YS, dom!S, dom!MG, sub!WY, switch!JH, sexual intercourse (protection is up in the air,) giving and receiving oral sex, marking up, hair pulling, aftercare, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, missionary, doggy style, mating press, reverse cowgirl, spanking/ impact play, edging/ orgasm denial, choking, manhandling, pet names, sex toys, bondage, praise, degradation, overstimulation, sensory deprivation, jealous sex, thigh riding, size kink, daddy/sir kink, morning sex, wall sex, shower sex, fingering, roleplay, pegging, neck kissing and biting, breast/nipple play, begging, brat taming, rough sex, forced eye contact, phone sex/sexting, leather, food play, breeding kink, body worship, masturbation play, biting, grinding/dry humping, groping, undressing, whimpering/ moaning, kissing, mentions of BDSM, cursing

(god this is a lot, never say i don’t keep you guys FED 😤💞)

Hongjoong:

The switchiest switch that ever switched

He can be the biggest dom, especially when he’s jealous

Like have you seen how possessive he gets over his fans? Imagine how he is about you

All he has to do is see someone looking at you with desire and he sees red

All that’s going through his head is: “mine. mine. mine.”

Fucks you so hard you can’t walk and then goes: “Do you think anyone else could fuck you like that? No, I’m the only one. They can look at you all they want.”

Ooooo and if you’re a brat? He lives for taming you.

He’ll literally just give you a glare and go: “Just wait until we get home. You’re going straight to my room, understand?”

And you’ll be hard/wet in seconds, wishing you never teased him in the first place (except not really because you love it when he punishes you hehe)

LOVES marking you up with hickeys, they’re his favorite way of letting the world know you’re his

Will even try to convince you to wear a low cut top or a v-neck just to show them off

He’ll go crazy anytime you wear something red

Shirts, dresses, underwear, makeup, ANYTHING. if it’s red, he wants to take it off of you ❤️

HOWEVER, he also enjoys being a sub sometimes :) Mostly when he’s exhausted or stressed from work

He likes the freedom of being able to lie back and let you take care of him

And boy, do you 💀

He loooooves watching you ride him, about as much if not more than he loves topping you

Regardless of who’s on top, he loves seeing your face while having sex. Missionary is his favorite for that exact reason

Intimacy is a really big thing for him. I don’t see him as the type to just wildly fuck someone and walk away

The KING of aftercare. He always asks if you’re okay, holds you in his arms, plays with your hair, offers to get you food or water… he’s so soft for you 🥰

He loves to call you “my muse” and “baby” during sex

“Look at you, taking my cock so well… you’re a work of fucking art. It’s no wonder you’re my muse.”

“Oh baby, don’t stop… please don’t stop…”

He doesn’t really have a preference for what you call him… but he loses it whenever you call him “captain”

Especially if you’re the bottom, like if he tells you to do something and you reply, “As you wish, captain.” Holy shit, he’ll probably bust immediately

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Studio sex.

I KNOW it’s overused for him. But I don’t care. It’s not overrated if it’s genuinely good and true 😤

He works so much! It’s the perfect way to multitask 😌

Imagine bouncing up and down on his cock in his chair while he attempts to work on something, making him moan and cry out until he finally abandons his computer and destroys you from underneath…

He doesn’t have a lot of crazy kinks, but he does get some pleasure out of spanking you when you’ve been bratty

Calls you a “bad girl/boy” and makes you count as he slaps your ass over and over until it’s bright red (which only gets him going more ❤️)

He might enjoy some light bondage too, but that’s pretty much it :3

Also, you guys would definitely fuck to music sometimes (slow it down make it bouncy 😜)

Seonghwa:

He’s a switch, but he prefers being a dom

He loves pinning you down

And making you into a mess just with his fingers

Regardless of the role he’s playing, he’ll only cum after you do (Unless he’s had to go weeks without you)

Literally a master at oral… have you seen that tongue? It’s m a g i c a l

Kind of into edging? Like he’ll get you close with his fingers, then stop. Then he’ll get you close with his mouth, but stop again. Finally, he’ll let you cum in his cock

A big fan of neck kisses and biting

He also loves to play with your breasts… groping them, pinching your nipples between his fingers, jiggling them, licking them… it doesn’t matter how big or small they are, he loves them

He’s also into body worship, he’ll kiss every single inch of your body and tell you how beautiful you are

Lowkey has a thing for being called “oppa” or “hyung” during sex but SSHHH DONT TELL ANYONE 🤫

But he also likes to be called sir when he’s domming you 👀

“Does that feel good?” “Yes…” “Yes what?” “Yes sir.” “Very good. That’s a good girl/boy.”

THIGH RIDING

Nothing gets him going more than you humping his leg like a needy animal in heat 🔥

He’ll even tease you by pushing his leg up further against your core to give you more friction

But of course, he won’t let you cum like that. Only on his cock.

Suuuuuper into praise, both giving and receiving. He likes to hear how good he’s making you feel and vice versa

He’ll constantly tell you how pretty you look taking his cock :)

Makes the prettiest little noises when he cums 😭

His eyes never fail to roll back into his head when he finishes (the halazia eye roll OMG 🥵)

You kind of have a voice kink when it comes to him… and who could blame you, he has a sexy ass voice

He could be reading a grocery list and it would turn you on 💀

It pairs well with his masterful dirty talk… seriously, you think he could get you off just by talking to you if he wasn’t so adamant on making you cum on his cock all the time

He likes to kiss you the entire time you’re having sex

Which is fine by you, he’s a great kisser 💋

Is more into romantic sex than the rough kind

But he’ll fuck the shit out of you if he’s needy enough ;)

Likes to call you “darling” 🥰

“My darling, you’re breathtaking when you’re all fucked out… I could look at you like this forever.”

He might ask you to tie him up if he’s feeling extra subby 👀

You can tell he’s needy for you by the way his hands constantly roam over your body… squeezing your thighs, groping your ass, caressing your hips, jiggling your breasts… he’s so touchy when he’s horny

He gets sooooo whiny when he’s subbing. He practically begs you for his release, furrowing his brow and throwing his head back in desperation

“Please darling, please, I need to cum… I need you…”

Yunho:

dom dom dom dom dom.

I seriously don’t see him being a sub unless he’s really desperate

However, I do think he is a soft dom :)

He doesn’t want to throw you around or punish you. He just wants to be in control

Prefers obedient subs over brats, but he can handle a little attitude every now and then to keep things interesting 🔥

SIZE KINK

(another overused trope but it’s not overrated if it’s what??? GOOD AND TRUE.)

He looooves overpowering you with his size and strength, pinning both your wrists down with one of his large hands

Aaaaaand, a daddy kink for sure (the two kind of go together)

When you get whimpery and overstimulated, he just pouts affectionately and goes: “Awh princess, is daddy too big for you? I know you can take it.”

Big dick energy. I just know this man is PACKING

Oh yeah, speaking of which, he loves to call you princess. He could also call you prince depending on your preference :)

With these dynamics, it’s only a short segway into a sugar daddy/ sugar baby roleplay, just sayin 😗

He’ll come home with a super expensive gift for you, and obv you’ll be all excited and ask him what it’s for and he’ll be like: “Daddy’s gotta take care of his baby. Now, how do you plan on thanking me?”

Has the best hands in the world, so obviously he’s great at fingering 👀

Imagine his cold rings pressing against your entrance as he has you bent over one knee…

THIGH RIDING pt. 2

Seriously, have you seen this man’s thighs??? There’s no way he wouldn’t like his partner getting off on them!

Not super into giving you hickeys because he feels like he’s hurting you 🥺

However he DOES like it when you leave scratches down his back 😏

Likes fucking you in front of a mirror so he can watch you take him like a good girl/boy

Sex with him usually starts out slow and sweet but as time goes on he gets more and more rough

You guys had to move your bed forward a few inches because your headboard kept slamming into the wall 💀

He’s also into blindfolds… he loves making you so sensitive to his touch through the sensory deprivation

Also… he’s a gamer boy, so he’d love it if you’d go under the desk and “assist him” while he’s playing 👀

Yeosang:

He’s definitely not the biggest sub in the group (*cough* wooyoung *cough*) but he’s up there for sure

He’s just so delicate, I can’t really picture him as a dom

He’s not a brat at all, he likes to be obedient for you :)

He’d probably enjoy calling you “sir” or “ma’am” more than daddy or mommy

Likes to be praised, so be sure to tell him what a good boy he is and how well he’s doing ❤️

He’s 100% a whimperer 👀

His noises are ADDICTIVE, you just want to keep causing him to make them

Can’t form coherent sentences either

“Sir/Ma’am, I… I can’t, it’s too… I just, Ah!”

I don’t think he’d be into too many kinks, he’s more on the vanilla side

That’s not to say that sex with him is boring, because it most definitely is not 💀 He’s just not going to be into bondage or bdsm

However… he can get behind some roleplay 😏

Likes to play the role of your personal erotic dancer, stripping and grinding on you while you sit in a chair

Enjoys having his hair pulled

He might have a super deep voice, but when he’s close to cumming, it gets higher pitched. You think it’s absolutely adorable and live for the sound.

When you get to a point in your relationship where he feels he can trust you, he lets you take a recording of his voice while you get him off since you love it so much :)

He also likes to be called “pretty boy” ❤️

As you’re ruining him, you’ll lean back and brush some of his hair away from his face and go: “Look at my pretty boy, so fucked out and feeling so good…”

A big fan of oral! He loves watching you go down on him just to work him up before sex, but even more so he loves getting down on his knees and pleasuring you with his tongue

When he’s feeling good, her starts chuckling sexily in that deep ass voice of his. The sound is absolutely melodic, and you can’t get enough of it

Likes to be treated like a prince afterward 👑 He’ll be absolutely smitten if you give him tons of kisses and cuddles, play with his hair, and clean him up 🥰

San:

San can either be the most romantic love maker in the world or the roughest fuck ever

He’s a dom, and he likes brats. Have you seen him with Wooyoung? He’s a tamer for sure.

However, he’s still San. He doesn’t have it in him to be mean to anyone. He still wants to shower you in praise and make you feel good.

It just takes a little breaking sometimes 😗

He’s a big edger. When you’ve been especially bad, he’ll deny your orgasm at least three times before he lets you cum

Speaking of which, his stamina is INSANE. He can go multiple rounds without getting tired

“You want to cum? Well, you’re going to have to be a good girl/boy first. Only good girls/boys get to cum.”

Tease him in public. He won’t admit it, but he loves how bold you are riling him up around all your friends.

Run your hand along his thigh under the table, press your ass against his hips when you walk past him, bend over in front of him… he’ll immediately be thinking of all the ways he could fuck the audacity straight out of you 😈

He goes crazy hard sometimes. You’ve been worried that either you or the bed will break in half with how hard he fucks you sometimes 💀

A big fan of morning sex. It’s usually soft and slow, and he can make love to you delicately, the way he wants to

Also loves shower sex. He loves pressing you up against the glass and taking you from behind, then cleaning you up like a good boyfriend ❤️

CHOKING. This man loves to wrap one of his big hands around your throat when he wants to get your attention or remind you who’s in charge

Forced eye contact. He needs you to look at him the entire time he’s pleasuring you. If you try to squint your eyes shut, he stops and grabs your jaw forcefully.

“Hey, look at me when I’m talking to you. I told you, don’t take your eyes off of me.”

Wants to look straight into your eyes when you cum 🥰

He loves marking you up, which isn’t such a hard thing to do with as hard as he fucks 💀 He also lets you give him hickeys and scratch his back up when you’ve been good :)

Because he can go so hard sometimes, he’s another king of aftercare. All the dom in him melts away and he goes back to your sweet, loving San.

“Are you alright, beautiful/ handsome? Did I go too hard? Are you hurt? Let me get you some food and water, okay? Just relax, I’ve got you.”

I love him so much I wanna cry.

That reminds me, he loves to call you “beautiful” or “handsome,” depending on your preference!

He doesn’t really like pet names, he prefers you just call him by his name

When you’re having slow, romantic sex, he loves it when you call him “Sannie” 🥺

Mingi:

This man is a FREAK and a mf’in HALF 😤

There’s soooo many things he’s into, I don’t even know where to start…

First off, he’s a dom. He switches between hard and soft depending on his mood and the situation

Most of the time he lets you pick :)

He’s down for whatever! He can spend all night punishing you with a riding crop or belt while you furiously fuck yourself on his cock, or indulge in some slow, romantic love making

He does let you go on top sometimes, but he’s still the power bottom

Bondage. He loves handcuffing you the bed and tying your legs together while he teases you with a sex toy ⛓️

Oh god does he love making you beg for it 😭

To him, there’s no better sound than you groveling beneath him, practically in tears asking him to please fuck you

Certified munch ™️

Seriously though, he looooves giving oral. I also see him being into multiple orgasms, to him, eating you out or sucking you off is the perfect first orgasm ❤️

BUT he also loves receiving just as much… when he’s in hard dom mode, he’ll make you suck him off before he’ll even think of touching you the way you want him to

You’ll be so overstimulated by the time he’s done with you. You’ll be a crying, whimpering mess, and he’s still pulling you onto up onto his lap going: “One more, sweetheart, you can do it.”

Speaking of which, his favorite name to call you is “sweetheart” 🥰

I can see him enjoying being called “sir” or “daddy” equally… probably sir when he’s a hard dom and daddy when he’s a soft dom :)

May or may not have a breeding kink 😗

Something about filling you to the brim with his cum with your legs on his shoulders so you can carry his seed just riles him up like no other

Loves creampies, consensually of course! (Wrap it before you tap it kids ☝🏻)

CHOKING pt. 2 (when he’s a hard dom)

THIGH RIDING pt. 3… he’s also got some thicc, juicy thighs, so he would obviously love letting you get off on them!

Wall fucking… he enjoys hoisting you up in the air, wrapping your legs against his waist, and fucking you right against the wall

Has a goal to fuck you in every single room of the house 💀

Bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, laundry room, living room, dining room…. you name it, he wants you there.

Phone sex and sending each other nudes and detailed descriptions of what you want to do to each other while he’s away 🔥

Also, don’t tell anyone, but he secretly has a thing for leather… whether it’s a jacket, boots, dress, pants, or even lingerie, it gets him GOING 🖤

Exhibitionism… he loves seeing how far he can go without getting caught, and the adrenaline is addictive (Don’t do this irl you can get in a lot of trouble lol)

In public bathrooms, hotels, dark closets, empty hallways… he knows exactly how to get you worked up enough to where you’ll agree

Food play… he loves covering you in whipped cream or hot fudge and licking it all off torturously slow

DOGGY STYLE. This is his favorite position. He loves making you arch your back as he pounds into you from behind, one hand in your hair and the other pressing down on your back 🥵

Big dick energy pt. 2. I fully believe that this man is thoroughly endowed 😗

Damn that was a lot, you’re welcome ;)

Wooyoung:

SUB SUB SUB SUB SUB!!!

Ya’ll already saw this coming who am I kidding

He’s literally outed himself as liking degradation 💀

He’s the world’s biggest brat too… he teases you all day long while you’re out in public, when he knows you can’t do anything until you get home

Loves to be manhandled. Shove him against the wall, yank his hair, grab him by the jaw and force him to look at you… he’ll just giggle euphorically and look up at you with a satisfied smirk

He may be a sub, but he still enjoys riding you. You’ll still have all the control, he’ll just be riding you like a cowboy 🤠

Masturbation play… he’ll literally leave the door open and moan so loud, just so you’ll walk in on him jerking off and punish him :)

Also likes it when you make him get himself off while you just sit there and watch

He’ll whine and complain that he needs you to touch him, but you know part of him loves being watched by your hungry, possessive eyes 💋

BITING… going both ways. He likes biting your shoulder when he’s close to cumming, and he likes when you bite him anywhere

Pegging. Please peg him. He needs it soooo bad.

But seriously, if you don’t have male anatomy, he will gladly buy you a strap-on HIMSELF and let you fuck him with it 😈

As I said earlier, he loves degradation. Tell him what a little slut he is and how naughty he’s been for you

Unlike Yeosang, he DOES enjoy calling you “mommy” or “daddy.” He might even let a “mistress” or “master” slip if the bdsm is cranked up

Speaking of which, he likes to be tied up. Like, a lot. Whether it’s ropes or handcuffs, he loves it.

As soon as you have him right where you want him, he starts apologizing and telling you how he promises he’ll be a good boy…

Tease him just enough… don’t let him have it so easily

Loves it when you wear long necklaces or chains, so they can dangle down in his face :)

Oh and uh, he’s another whimperer 😳

Seriously, he’s SO loud. You get so worried that one of your neighbors will hear and complain 💀

You might have to get him a gag if he doesn’t quiet down soon… 👀

Jongho:

Like the captain, Jongho is another big switch. He couldn’t possibly pick which role he likes better.

On one hand, he adores towering over you and intimidating you, making you beg for him to fuck you…

He’s used to getting overlooked, so he takes this as a chance to showcase his true power

But on the other hand, he really enjoys letting you take the reigns and use him as your own personal fuck toy 😈

Jongho’s favorite nickname is “angel,” don’t try to tell me otherwise 😤

“You like that angel? Do you want more?”

He can be really possessive as well 👀

Does not like it when other people try to flirt with you and take you away from him… it makes his blood boil

If it’s from someone he hates, he’ll go full dom and fuck you so hard you can’t even remember who was flirting with you

But if it’s someone he actually respects and admires, he needs you to dom him and show him how he’s the only man for you ❤️

He’s super hot when he’s angry btw :) You can’t help yourself once you see him grit his teeth or clench his fists in jealousy

We got another loud one in here!

He swears he doesn’t mean to, but come on, he’s the main vocal! Once he starts feeling himself about to cum, he can’t help the moans and whimpers that spill from his lips

His favorite position is probably the mating press. He loves throwing your legs up over his shoulders and pressing your knees to your chest, pounding into you from up top

Although he also enjoys himself a good reverse cowgirl ;)

How could he not, you get to get off how you like, and he gets a phenomenal view of your backside

Speaking of which…. Choi Jongho is an ass man.

He loves groping it, slapping it, jiggling it, anything

Literally the way to get him worked up ten times out of ten is just to wear something tight that showcases your booty ��

I don’t see him being super kinky, but he does enjoy using toys on you

Imagine him running a vibrator over your clit or fucking you with a dildo while dirty talking you 🥵

When he’s feeling subby, he loves being called a “good boy” 💞 He also likes having his hair pulled!

You get to see the whiny side of him that no one else gets to see :)

“Please, angel… I want to cum for you so bad, will you let me, angel? Please?”

And who could possibly resist him when he’s asking so nicely 🥰

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pissfaggit · 2 years ago

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old stuff and new stuff

#that last one...i was gonna make a whole big piece like a collage of all the ds9 mirrorverse characters #(because i loved them all so much)#but it just fell apart in my hands because did you know im not that good of an artist #anyway ill probably never finish but that screenshot has my favorite bits anyway #also ever since i moved into my own place i can only draw when im high #its nice but i make some really weird creative decision sometimes #i did start to make my own little star trek crew with their own uniforms and everything lolllll #and yea i do have one (1) singular cardassian oc but he literally could be anyone #he has a scar...thats how you know hes not damar or dukat lollll #my art #ocs #sir i protest i am not a merry man

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sciderman · 5 months ago

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sci i had no idea about your donald duck hyperfixation and now i am SO curious how did it come to be, what do you like about him, etc etc please rant to us

oh man! it was pretty simple - i, as you may have noticed, really like comics. buuut i was sick of marvel during my notorious hiatus of 2017 - i was hating pretty much everything they were putting out, and was in a sour mood over sm:h, just - i was sick to death of marvel.

but. buuut... i really like comics. and actually, i kind of already just had a bit of a baseline interest in ducks. i travel around europe a lot, and i always see duck comics stocking the shelves - one time i went to a second hand book market in berlin and found loads of worn-out issues of the ducks, and they cost like, pennies, so i picked them up because i just - i adore the art. it's so appealing and just - it makes me happy.

i just think they're neat!!!

so i started this habit of buying duck books in different languages from all the european countries i travel to. i have books in french, in german, in danish – i just really like ducks. i always looked for them in english but - really, they're kind of difficult to find in london. they're not popular in the uk. i remember a frustrating few years of my life, any time i'd enter a comic book shop in london i'd ask "you have any duck?" and no. they never had any duck. i wasn't ever committed enough to look online or anything, but for years and years and years i'd always wanted to read the duck comics. and i was determined that ONCE i found a book in english, in an english book shop, i finally would start.

eventually - finally! i happened upon a copy of don rosa's the life and times of scrooge mcduck - in english!! at a comic store in soho and i snapped it up immediately. i ate through the whole thing in one sitting and just - fell in love. i adore scrooge - his defining trait is that he's stingy but - otherwise he's fearless and adventurous and - well, tougher than the toughies, smarter than the smarties. donald too, his defining trait is his anger but - he's so good-hearted and family-centric and - ruagh. i love both of them - both of them having defining traits that are typically negative but - redeemed by all of their other wonderful traits that make them endearing and loveable. it's surprisingly complex, i think - and it makes for a really entertaining read in that - they're imperfect little guys. and you adore them anyway.

it filled the void in my heart and - i found that i just enjoyed the duck comics much more than i ever did the marvel comics - just - i don't know, they're whimsical and cheerful and - so easy to read, from the way they're panelled. they're designed to be accessible for everyone. marvel comics can be a nightmare, but the duck comics are just a delight. the ducks were my detox from the hell that was marvel, and they kept my love for comics alive!

i've gotten lucky in being able to find a lot more comics printed in english but - never in london, no sir. i get lucky and sometimes find english prints in other european countries so - a lot of my european friends know, when i come to visit them, there will have to be a Duck Detour at some point. i don't come home without duck.

#sci speaks #i just like them a lot.#scoogey is a glasgow boy too! just like my mum's side of the family.#i feel like the ducks are family #holds them close to my heart

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ireadwithmyears · 3 months ago

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the art of experience: part 2 the lesson

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Commander Cody/fem reader

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Word count: 7K

Tags/warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) smut, dom/sub dynamics, male masturbation, light humiliation, one singular spank, fingering, piv sex, orgasm delay/denial, that’s not how the force works/inappropriate use of the force, brief cockwarming, aftercare

Summary: Cody teaches you and Obi-Wan that punishment and pleasure can sometimes go hand-in-hand

Authors note:Well, I haven’t officially participated in Kinktober, but considering it’s almost over, and this series is just beginning, this feels like a pretty solid way to end it off. Also, a little Halloween treat for you all. I hope it’s a good one🎃

“Well?”

Cody’s voice holds a note of expectation. The single syllable is offered up as a question you know in reality is closer to a demand for an explanation, not that you really find yourself the slightest bit equipped to piece one together

Not when he’s reaching across to touch you. Not when his fingers are skating along the curve of your ass and effortlessly gliding between your folds. Not when they sweep through to collect the arousal that’s gathered there, causing you to whimper as they just barely graze over your clit, and definitely not when you turn your head to watch as he guides them between Obi-Wan’s lips, patiently watching as the other man’s eyes flutter closed and he sucks languidly on the two digits.

“What happened?” Cody’s voice is a nudge, prompting you again, and your cheeks flush, eyes darting down to watch your hands still clenched tightly within the sheets.

“I’m sorry, sir,” you mumble, not knowing what else to say. “I-I didn’t mean to.”

“Hm.”

The noise is quiet, but filled with an underlying skepticism that makes your stomach churn. You’re still looking away, so you don’t see his hand retreat from Obi-Wan’s mouth. You don’t see the swift way in which it moves and pulls back, but you do feel when it lands—connecting against your ass in a quick, stinging spank.

You let out a surprised squeak, your eyes widening as you’re torn between indignation and enjoyment, finding strangely enough that you almost want for him to give you another.

Odd, you think. That’s definitely something to experiment with later.

“Was I asking for an apology, mesh’la?” he asks, taking your chin in his hand and forcing you to look up into stern, hardened, amber eyes.

“No,” you say slowly, biting your lip and swallowing hard. “But-but I still am, sir.”

“I’m sure you will be,” he muses, his voice seeming to lighten in tone which only ratchets up your nerves. “What are you sorry for, cyar’ika?”

“F-for coming without your permission, sir,” you murmur, biting the inside of your cheek guiltily.

“Mm,” Cody hums in thought, and it takes all your control not to frustratedly point out that if Obi-Wan hadn’t been so determined—apparently to push you over the edge—then maybe this wouldn’t have happened.

No, you scold yourself harshly. You don’t want to leave with one of their first impressions of you being that you act like a petulant child when things stop going your way. You’ve made your bed. You redirect your thoughts, trying to shake it off. Now put on your big-girl PJs and lie in it.

“Sit up.”

Cody’s voice is crisp, his look one of expectation as he looks down at you. “I want you on your knees.”

He’s left you with no room for hesitation, and you don’t want to leave him with any room to be further disappointed. So, despite your confusion at the swift redirect, you push yourself up on your elbows, tucking your knees beneath you and leaning back on your heels, looking up at him from the edge of the bed with a mix of nerves and curiosity.

“Sit straight,” he continues. “Hands behind your back.”

Silently you do as you’re told, still unsure but not having a reason to hesitate.

“It’s a shame,” Cody says conversationally. “I would have liked to have finished in your mouth. But I think you’ll have to show me that you’re deserving of that privilege.”

He reaches down, taking himself in hand. He’s still prominently hard, glistening from the efforts of your mouth.

“This will have to do,” he says in a soft, disappointed sigh, his other hand lightly cupping one of your breasts before giving your nipple a soft tug, just enough to pinch, watching as it hardens between his fingers. A soft groan falls from his lips as he releases you, turning back to the attention of his firmly erect cock, his hand tightening around it as he strokes, movements quick and deliberate. His thumb occasionally sweeps over the tip, circling just enough to tease, causing his breath to stutter as his speed becomes more frantic.

Watching him work is mesmerizing, but you find—looking down with slight disappointment—that you wish it were your tongue and your mouth giving him what he craves instead.

“Eyes up here, cyar’ika,” his voice is a slightly sharp command, and your eyes instinctively jump to look back up at him as he pumps himself, his movements growing vigorous and desperate.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl,” he groans, his voice a quiet, pleased rumble. “Want to see the look on that pretty face when I come all over you.”

Seconds later, his wish is granted. His release coats your chest in a hot, white stream of liquid, causing your eyes to widen and your lips to part in a gasp as it makes contact. He strokes himself through his orgasm, his breathing labored and his eyes unfocused with lust as they remain locked on you, the mesmerizing way in which you shudder as he paints your breasts with his release, watching as it slowly trickles down towards your belly button, your nipples peeking out pink and stiff as he takes in the sight.

“Beautiful,” he breathes once he’s recovered himself enough to speak. “You’re to leave that there,” he says, a casual order that says he expects nothing more than complete obedience.

You blush, looking down at yourself with a slight mix of humiliation at how messy you look and feel, with his release becoming sticky and cooling as it clings to your skin, but also something else. Knowing that you’re what he chose to look at as he surrendered to his pleasure makes you feel wanted—sexy and desirable in a way that you have rarely felt before.

“Yes, sir,” you say in a quiet murmur, resisting the urge to wrap your arms around yourself as you lightly shudder beneath his piercing gaze. It lingers for a moment before drifting, landing on Obi-Wan who’s been sitting quietly with his legs crossed behind you as he watches.

“Someone has been uncharacteristically patient,” Cody murmurs, his tone amused but also somewhat suspicious.

Obi-Wan, who plays the part of the wise, patient Jedi Master so well all the time, is allowed to let go of that here and let pure instinct, desire, and want take over to manifest in whichever way feels natural to him in the moment. This patience that he’s displaying now, Cody can tell, is quite honest and sincere, though he’d be remiss not to suspect ulterior motives behind it.

“Trying to show off and act like a good boy for our guest, Obi-Wan?” Cody asks with a smirk, fingernails raking through the other man’s hair, lightly scratching against his scalp and feeling his head tilt, leaning into the touch in response.

“Quite possibly, sir,” he admits, barely stifling a smile as he looks up at Cody, his eyes mischievous but with pure underlying adoration beneath.

“Mm,” Cody considers, lightly taking his chin in his hand and tilting his head up for a quick peck against his lips. “At least he’s honest.”

“I was planning to have you on top,” Cody says moving back towards you, his hands softly coming to rest on your shoulders, “but I’d like to give your upper body a rest.”

One of his hands drifts, lightly running through the remnants of his release that’s settled in between your breasts, and the expression on his face is sinful as he leans forward, pressing a teasing, barely there kiss to the corner of your mouth before giving you a gentle nudge, easing you down until you’re lying on your back. “Let’s put Obi-Wan to work for a bit, hm?” he asks, something soft playing on his lips as he looks between the two of you.

“Wouldn’t say no to that, sir,” you admit sheepishly, only realizing now that he’s guiding you to lie down that your shoulders and back are slightly stiff from where they’ve had to arch for a prolonged amount of time. His hands caress from your shoulders, slowly running down your arms as he gives your biceps a light squeeze, your eyes closing in response to the touch.

“Lift your hips for me, dearest,” Obi-Wan directs softly, and without thinking, without even opening your eyes with curiosity to watch what he’s doing, you do, and a second later feel a pillow slide beneath your raised hips, Obi-Wan’s hands gently coaxing them to settle back down on top.

“Comfortable?” he asks, and you let out a small, surprised noise as you feel his lips and the light, enticing scratch of his beard pressing against your hip, trailing along your stomach.

“Y-yeah,” you manage to respond with only a small hitch in your voice, but judging by the sound of his soft chuckle, feeling it rumble slightly against your skin, he’s evidently still noticed.

“This is still a punishment,” Cody reminds you, his voice chiding. “For both of you. Don’t think I didn’t notice how much you were pushing her to come, Obi-Wan.”

“I would never,” Obi-Wan protests, sounding both on the verge of laughter and indignantly scandalized even as he looks up and tries to maintain the perfectly innocent look on his face.

“Don’t add lying to your list of crimes,” Cody scolds, and for your part, you feel slightly vindicated, knowing that it wasn’t just in your head that Obi-Wan was deliberately pushing you.

That vindication is short-lived, especially after Cody‘s next words.

“Obi-Wan, you are allowed to come, but you,” Cody raises a sharp eyebrow at you, “are not.”

“How is that fair?”

The complaint falls past your lips before you can even think about it, and you’re pushing yourself up on your elbows to pout at him. “You’re telling me that I’m the only one being punished for this even though you know that he participated in it?”

“I was wondering when I would get to see the brat in you.”

To your annoyance, Cody sounds completely unfazed, even a tad bit triumphant, as he folds his arms across his chest. “I knew it was there, just hiding.”

He fixes you with a hard look, reaching out a hand to gently but firmly push you back down against the bed.

“You don’t think this is a punishment for Obi-Wan, sweetheart?” he asks, and the look on his face tells you that the question was rhetorical. You bite your tongue to remain silent. “Well, let me tell you that Obi-Wan gets most of his enjoyment and pleasure from your enjoyment and pleasure.”

He leans forward, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his voice drops to a whisper.

“Imagine how disappointing it’s going to feel for him when he gets to come, but is denied of being able to feel the way you tighten around him when you do, and the sounds you make because he’s making you come.”

You can’t help the way a small shiver runs through you, and your eyes instinctively widen. Well, when he puts it like that—and if what he’s saying is true, which you highly suspect it is just because of how intimately Cody is aware of his partner—it does sound like kind of a shitty deal, not that you’re ready to fully admit that, but you can except it.

“So, little one,” Cody‘s lips are at your throat, soft and gentle at first but quickly turning into a sharp bite at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “Still think he’s not being punished?”

“N-no, sir,” you say with a quick shake of your head, your voice sounding suspiciously like a squeak as he pulls back to look down at you, his thumb brushing over the mark that’s blossoming at your throat.

“Good.” He gives you a smile that is so warm it feels like sunlight physically caressing your skin. “And if you’re a very good girl,” he continues, his voice a low, husky murmur. “I may,” he pauses, allowing you to sit in anticipation as his lips pull into a smirk, “let you come on my cock. Is that understood, cyar?”

You murmur a soft agreement and he nods, satisfied as he moves back to give you and Obi-Wan space.

“May I?” he asks softly, fingers gently stroking over your thigh, watching with keen interest as you shudder in response.

“Please,” you breathe, and that’s all the confirmation he needs. His fingers delicately trace a teasing circle around your folds but Obi-Wan, easily tempted by the wet trail he finds there, quickly parts your labia, letting out a soft, pleased sound as his fingers dip to gather your arousal, spreading it over you in teasing brushes until he’s satisfied.

He exhales a soft “oh” as a finger carefully breaches your entrance, his eyes intent as he watches it slowly push past the resistance it meets. “Still so tight,” he whispers, leaning forward to brush his tongue along the crease of your thigh just to watch you shiver and feel your walls clamp down around his finger in response.

“Not that I mind,” he continues, his lips quirked upward. “If I had it my way, I'd make you come on my fingers at least one more time.”

“Yeah, well, if you hadn’t been such a tease, m-maybe you would have gotten your way,” you snark, not truly bothered but enjoying the banter as you desperately try to buck your hips against his hand, seeking more than what he’s giving you.

“Oh my, someone is impatient,” Obi-Wan smirks. “Perhaps if you had exercised a little bit more control, you would have been able to handle it.”

He cuts off any remark you could have said in response to that by easing a second finger into you, his thumb curling slightly to tease your clit as he slowly stretches you out, making the only sound to fall from your lips a quiet moan.

“Do I need to find something more useful for both of your mouths to be doing?”

You both startle at the unimpressed tone in Cody‘s voice as he’s suddenly looming above you, one hand tangling in Obi-Wan’s hair and giving it a sharp tug in warning, his eyes displeased as he looks down at you.

“No, sir,” you rush to say, your cheeks heating.

“I’d be interested to see how you would accomplish that,” Obi-Wan muses curiously, fingers still diligently working you open for him as he looks up at the commander. “Considering the position we’re in.”

“Don’t push it,” Cody mutters darkly, leaning forward to nuzzle against Obi-Wan’s neck with lips and teeth, causing him to shudder. “You of all people should know how creative I can be.”

Cody steps back, sinking into an armchair that sits across from the bed as he casually spreads his legs, simply watching with interest.

“Now get to it,” he orders, giving both of you a pointed look, “before I decide that neither of you deserve anything tonight.”

The “yes, sir,” he gets in response to that is both immediate and in unison, and he has to fight to keep his lips from turning upward into a wolfish grin as Obi-Wan settles between your legs.

“Reach down and take him in your hand,” Cody directs you as he observes, his hand resting on his thigh. “Good. Now, use him to tease your clit.”

You guide the head of his cock between your folds, slowly circling the firm, glistening tip around your clit. When you look up at him, Obi-Wan’s eyes are closed, his head tipped back as his lips part in a quiet, stammered breath. You wonder if this, both pleasure and denial at the same time is as tortuous for him as it is for you. You let out a soft “mm,” and Cody speaks again.

“Good girl,” he breathes. Is it your imagination, or has his voice dropped an octave? Either way, it makes you shudder, and his next words cause it to catch completely. “Now, use his cock to give it a few spanks for being such a naughty girl earlier.”

Your eyes go wide, and there’s a beat of hesitation as you feverishly work to process what he’s just said. Your cheeks are already on fire, and you wonder if he’s enjoying this. No, you know that he is, and one glance at him out of the corner of your eye shows you that your

embarrassment might just be precisely why he’s enjoying it.

Then, just when he looks on the verge of getting to his feet, you blink, and rush to do as he says. You move your wrist so that Obi-Wan’s cock slaps against your clit in several quick, sharp spanks.

The result is instantaneous.

The whimper that falls from your lips is both surprised and filled with a desperate need as your eyes go wide. Obi-Wan, his own breath stuttering, has a hand biting into the soft skin of your hip. The sensations are quick, intense jolts of pleasure that spike through your clit without any build up, leaving you only able to lie there and take each gasp and whimper as it hits you, which pleases Cody immensely as he watches your eyes lose focus.

You’re not sure if it’s the embarrassment of hearing the sounds you’re unable to stop yourself from making or the innate humiliation of being made to punish yourself by using Obi-Wan’s cock that causes your cheeks to burn. But regardless, you resist the urge to press your hands to your cheeks to shield them from their eyes when Cody finally nods to signal that you may stop.

“Obi-Wan,” Cody says, only speaking once your breathing has settled slightly and your eyes are closed. “You may begin.”

Obi-Wan, not needing much more encouragement than that, leans back slightly, smoothly guiding himself into position before he slowly, but in a controlled, powerful thrust, sheaths himself inside you, nuzzling his face against your neck and letting out a deep groan as he does.

“Beautiful girl,” he breathes, and his beard tickles against your skin, causing you to let out a small giggle that quickly dissolves into a soft moan as he pulls his hips back, every inch of him dragging through your walls before, just as patiently, just as eager to enjoy every inch of you constricting around him, he sinks back in, teasing both of you and basking in the quiet sounds of pleasure you make as he draws out the moment, continuing to punctuate each sound with a slow, controlled thrust.

You would think that feeling the innate stretch of him as he fills you would cease to shock you after the first few testing, languid thrusts, but it doesn’t. Not when his hips roll against you And he’s moaning against your ear, tongue tracing a lazy path along the shell just so he can feel your shiver. Not when his hips are pulling back and as he does, the pillow that bolsters your hips creating a perfect angle for him to drag against your G-spot. Not when his speed, inch by inch begins to build and increase, thrusts growing quick, short, and deep as he savors the feeling of how you hold onto him so perfectly.

“Look at you,” Obi-Wan breathes, leaning back, eyes transfixed by the way he disappears within you so beautifully after each thrust. His fingers delicately skim down your sides, settling at your hips as his eyes drag up your form, captivated as your chest heaves with uneven breaths. He reaches up a hand, running it from your stomach to your breast, cupping it gently and running his thumb along your hardened nipple, feeling you clench in response.

He leans in, his hand guiding your nipple to his mouth, tongue sweeping around it to tease before eagerly taking it between his lips, causing your back to arch and for you to let out a surprised, rather undignified squeak as he chuckles against you.

“I can still taste Cody on you,” he whispers, looking up at you as his tongue runs a slow trail along the underside of your breast. “Such a pretty mess.”

He drags his tongue between the valley of your breasts, making no effort to hide how much he’s enjoying tasting the commander on your skin, the rocking of his hips growing more insistent and demanding as your legs wrap around his waist, wriggling to meet each thrust as best as you can.

He begins to fuck you in quick, rough strokes that seem to be hitting every place inside you that you want, but for the sake of your dwindling control, you know that is the last thing that you need. And because he’s Obi-Wan Kenobi—because he knows the rules and is not going to break them—he is going to push you to the absolute edge of your limits as he dangerously walks the line between them, and his hand curiously dips between your legs.

Things feel hazy and disjointed as you teeter precariously on the edge, desperately trying to stave off your release without any help from Obi-Wan. You think you might make a noise in protest. He only shushes you with a soft kiss, his tongue, with a coaxing swipe, teasing its way past your parted lips as he moans into your mouth.

“Breathe,” he whispers against your skin, even as he grasps tightly to your hip so that he can drive himself into you with increased force. His thumb idly strokes along the hood of your clit, slow, predictable. But at this point, if your focus slips even for a second, it still might just be enough to tip you over the edge.

So, you listen.

As Obi-Wan pounds into you and his rhythm becomes less controlled—as his head tips back and those blue eyes of his widen and become lost in pleasure, as barely restrained whimpers and moans fall from his lips—you breathe. Slow, deep and controlled, forcing your breaths to fake a calm that you do not feel. It’s all you can do to cling to them. They are the only things keeping you grounded in any semblance of reality as Obi-Wan pulls out and then in one swift movement buries himself inside you, hips continuing to twitch as stuttered noises fall from his lips and he releases, his cock pulsing as you feel him spill himself within your walls.

Miraculously, despite the fact that your walls are fluttering with temptation and expectant anticipation, you manage—with what feels like only a millimeter left of control—to stop your own release from following after his. The denial of it, going against all of your body’s instincts, urges, and wants, is about as disappointing as can be expected. But you are determined to persevere.

You let out a slow, cautious breath and slowly allow your eyes to open.

Obi-Wan slowly, carefully eases himself out of you, both of you letting out simultaneous gasps as he does, his eyes fluttering shut. He leans down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss just above your brow, before easing his weight off of you, rolling onto his side and resting his head against your shoulder. You smile, contentedly rubbing your cheek against his hair as your eyes find Cody.

His countenance is pleased, the smile on his face warm as he observes you both, still in the afterglow of your activities. You also note, cheeky as your eyes drift downward, that it’s clear that he’s been enjoying the view, his hand loosely wrapped around his cock, which is once again standing firm and on display between his strong thighs.

“When you’re ready,” he speaks quietly, his words directed towards you. “Come here, mesh’la.”

You nod, turning your attention back to Obi-Wan, your head dipping down to press several kisses against his forehead, his cheek, the tip of his nose which makes him smile fondly up at you, his eyes bright.

“I’ll be alright,” he answers your unasked question with a small grin. “I’m quite looking forward to seeing this display.”

You smile, tilting your head to press one last chaste kiss to his lips before moving to the edge of the bed. You look back at him as you get up, and despite the way he’s smiling at you, despite the fact that you can feel his spend leaking down your thigh as you swing your legs over the side of the bed and get to your feet, there’s something in his eyes that states pretty damn clearly that he’s not wholly satisfied, even if he’d never admit it.

Hm, you think, maybe Cody was right. Maybe you’re not having been allowed to come had been just as much of a disappointment for him as it was for you.

You try to shake it off, but despite your best efforts, Obi-Wan’s wide, longing eyes follow you even as you walk away from him and settle yourself in Cody‘s lap, his arms guiding you around so that you’re sitting with your back pressed against his chest.

“What is it, lovely?” Cody asks, evidently picking up on your energy without you even saying a word.

“Obi-Wan looks... lonely,” you say quietly, troubled eyes darting to the Jedi Master who has shifted on the bed with his legs crossed, watching with curiosity. “I just don’t want him to feel left out,” you admit, looking down.

“I won’t be, sweet one,” Obi-Wan’s soft murmur cuts through your thoughts, and you tentatively look up to meet his gaze. “The Force allows me to still partake in the experience even if I am not an active participant. Besides,” the grin that pulls at the corners of his mouth is devilish, “even if I were just to sit back and enjoy the view, I would still find it just as gratifying. You both really are a beautiful sight to behold.”

“Oh,” you mutter, ducking your head as your cheeks heat. Despite the fact that minutes ago he had been buried inside you, knowing that the Force allows him to feel, in some sense, exactly the effect of what he’s doing to you, or what Cody might do to you, you can’t help but flush a little.

“You are a sweet thing,” Cody murmurs, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you tightly to him, his lips against your neck trailing up towards your ear. “If he had been teasing me half as much as he had teased you, I don’t think I’d be so considerate,” he whispers, letting his teeth graze over your earlobe and causing you to jump slightly, letting out a small giggle.

“Because this pretty girl is so thoughtful,” Cody says, raising his voice slightly so that Obi-Wan can hear, “you are allowed to touch yourself, if you desire it. But you can’t come until she does, clear?”

“Crystal,” Obi-Wan grins, giving him a thumbs up.

Cody must send him some sharp look of rebuke that indicates he does not appreciate the breach of protocol at this time, and it’s Obi-Wan’s turn to blush, glancing down at the comforter. “I-I mean yes, sorry, sir.”

Cody hums, but quickly turns his attention back to you, satisfied that Obi-Wan will remain obedient for the time being.

He can be good,” he murmurs, his voice low against your ear. “And you can be quite impatient.”

You follow his gaze downward to where your hips, of their own accord, have shamelessly begun to shift against him, seeking the firm press of his erection against you. You blush, and you swear you can feel your ears go pink. But really, Cody seems more amused than anything as his hands settle at your hips, taking control of your movements.

“Let’s fix that.”

Without pause, he’s lifting you up and, only giving you time to let out a surprised gasp as he swiftly but carefully eases you back down onto his cock, your sharp inhale turning into nothing but a soft, needy whine as the head stretches your entrance and pushes inside.

Once he’s settled inside you, and every inch of his cock is snuggly nestled within your walls, he doesn’t immediately begin to bounce you up and down on his length as you had anticipated he would. Instead, he remains still, letting you adjust to the size of him, his chin dropping to rest against your shoulder, eyes locked where the two of you are joined and letting out a low groan as he feels you spasm around him.

“Look at Obi-Wan,” he whispers, nipping at your shoulder. “Such a desperate boy, and it’s all for you, mesh’la.”

Your heavy-lidded eyes flutter open to find that Obi-Wan, leaning back against some pillows, is lazily stroking himself, already half hard. You have to wonder if Jedi have some sort of Force-given ability to have much quicker refractory periods than a standard human, considering how quickly Obi-Wan seems to have recovered, and for obvious reasons, this added benefit of being able to wield those powers isn’t openly discussed. Either way, you’re not complaining, because he makes for a mouthwatering sight.

His eyes are closed as he seems to be avidly tuned into sensations that are beyond both you or Cody’s comprehension, or, you think, are exactly the sensations that you and Cody are feeling at this moment.

Curious, you wonder, suddenly needing to test this theory. Keeping your eyes locked on Obi-Wan, you deliberately tighten your walls, constricting around Cody and hearing his stuttered breath in response and feeling the way the grip on your hips suddenly becomes bruising.

Obi-Wan, at the same time, seems to have a full body shudder in reaction, his eyes going wide as he looks up at you, his hand momentarily going slack from where it had been previously lightly fondling his balls, a soft whimper falling from his lips.

“Oh, your thoughts positively sing upon the realization. Now isn’t that fun?

But despite this, the desperation of your denied orgasm has not faded. In fact, the heated, firm stretch as Cody fills you with every inch of him, is making your mind become fuzzy. You’re only able to focus on how it feels to be so wonderfully and completely stuffed full with him inside you.

Your hips are moving with not much conscious thought to guide your actions and only a wild, untamed instinct as your need for release grows and he continues to hold completely still. You try to work yourself on him, tempting him with enticing, desperate little circles as you wiggle your hips in an effort to gain more, but his control appears to have no less than an iron grip, despite the fact that his eyes are blissfully closing.

An arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back so that you’re pressed flush against him, no longer able to move as your hips are pinned.

“No squirming, sweetheart,” he scolds, giving you a slight squeeze, just enough to show you that you’re not going anywhere. “You’ve already come without permission. So now you don’t get to come the way that you want. You’re going to come exactly in the way that I want you to, and right now, I want you to come for me just like this.”

Your eyes widen, and it’s embarrassing the way you have to physically bite back the impulse to actually let out a whine. But he’s still going to let you come, you remind yourself. You just can’t imagine how you’re supposed to get there when he’s refusing to let you move. As if in answer to your question, a hand drifts between your legs, idly stroking along your thigh, before calloused fingers are lightly pressing against your clit, drawing slow, small circles that cause you to whimper before you can even register the noise.

“Obi-Wan,” Cody says, taking you off-guard. “If I lift her just a little bit, would you be able to hold her there?”

Obi-Wan must give some sign of ascent, and you’re still frantically trying to piece together what the kriff he’s trying to accomplish when Cody’s hands are back on your hips, pulling you up slightly and creating a brief white-hot flicker of friction that you’ve been craving before he pauses, letting go of one of your hips but incredibly and to your disappointment, you don’t slide back down onto him.

Instead, your body is seized with the strange feeling of being held despite the fact that there’s nothing visibly there to hold you up. You’re suspended there but miraculously feel somewhat cradled, allowing you to rid yourself of the need for your muscles to tense up or fight against it.

“Perfect,” Cody’s voice is a soft rumble, tight with anticipation. “That’s exactly how I want you.”

With that, one of his hands is returning to your hip, though you quickly realize it’s more for him to hold onto than to hold yourself up, and with a slow, controlled lift of his hips, he’s gently thrusting up into you, letting out a low moan.

His pace is both sensual and unhurried as he rhythmically continues to roll his hips against you, allowing every slow, deep thrust to let you feel each press of his pelvis against your ass. The flush of his heat, the drag of his cock as Cody takes full advantage of this angle, lets his hips buck up into you and stroke places hidden deep inside. The build that stirs within the pit of your stomach is slow as it creeps up on you, but is nonetheless just as tantalizing and just as intense, if not more.

“Sir,” you cry out, and Cody chuckles, hearing the note of desperation that rings clear in your voice.

“What is it, cyar,” he murmurs, his voice teasing.

“I, ooh,” you cut off your own words with a gasp-moan at Cody’s next thrust, sharper and more intense as the head of his cock nudges against somewhere that makes your toes curl and your mind go blank.

“Can’t use your words already?” Cody tsk’s, though he doesn’t sound too disapproving of that fact. “Poor girl. What am I going to do with you?”

He smirks, answering his own question as his hand runs a teasing path down your stomach, causing you to squirm in place before his fingers dip lower, returning to your clit.

“Isn’t this pretty?” he muses, as two fingers press against the hardened bundle and roughly begin to circle against it, no longer coaxing, but commanding every ounce of your pleasure as he continues to thrust, his pace steady.

You moan helplessly, your hips instinctively bucking against his hand as he plays with your clit. Cody lets out a growl, the pleased sound reverberating in his chest as his other hand moves to tighten its grip on your hip, keeping you still and as he wants you.

“You gonna come, sweetheart?” Cody asks, as if he doesn’t already know the answer, giving your clit a slight flick with his fingers just to feel your walls twitch.

“Yes,” you cry out, your voice coming out in a high, unrestrained whimper. “Please, sir, please.”

“Already begging, and I didn’t even have to ask.” Cody’s tone is amused. “Needy little thing.”

Your cheeks burn, but at this point, you’re too far gone and too unashamed to even register it.

“Since you’ve been good,” Cody begins, deliberately dragging out his words as he pretends to consider, circling your clit with skilled fingers. “And since you beg so nicely.”

He pauses, taking a moment to enjoy the next rock of his hips as he thrusts deeply up into you, holding himself there as his fingers continue to stroke.

“Come for me,” he whispers, voice rough against your ear as he fills you completely. “Be a good girl and come all over my cock.”

Well, you certainly don’t need much more encouragement than that.

Letting out a sound that could be classified as either a whine of relief or a scream, your back arches, your stomach muscles going tense as his words cause the dam to immediately shatter.

The pleasure that pulses through you is white hot, causing your legs to shake and your ears to start ringing. Cody is so deep, his cock persistent as it firmly presses against a spot within you that has you seeing stars that dance behind your tightly closed eyelids.

It feels endless and all encompassing, and Cody only seems to drag it out when he resumes his thrusts, his speed becoming rough and sharp as he repeatedly buries himself deep within your walls, his own release imminent.

When he comes it’s with a low, satisfied groan, burying his face against your neck as his cock spasms, feeling the warmth of his seed as it fills you.

If you could bring yourself to open your eyes, you would find that Obi-Wan has thrown his head back, his eyes still closed and his lips parted as Cody’s pleasure combining with your own and sweeping through the Force like a tidal wave have seemed to completely do him in. You hear his whimper though and the sounds he makes as he’s tipped over the edge and follows you both into this suspended world of pleasure when he releases.

Obi-Wan, still managing to hold on to some impeccable sense of control, slowly lets you sink back down, fully lowering you onto Cody’s cock, causing a broken whimper to fall from your lips as you do. Cody’s arms are around you, and when you eventually manage to come back to yourself, they are warm and secure.

Cody’s movements are careful as he allows himself to slip from you, though somewhere in the back of your mind, a small noise of protest still manages to slip past your lips anyway. He shushes you, dipping slightly to press a slow, almost reverent kiss to your forehead as he scoops you up into his arms and carries you back to the bed.

He doesn’t even set you down before Obi-Wan’s arms reach for you, pulling you against his chest as you curl up against him and Cody smiles, fingers running through the Jedi’s hair as he looks down at the two of you.

“I’ll be right back,” he says softly, leaning forward to brush his lips first with Obi-Wan’s and then with yours, slow and unhurried. “Just need to get something to clean both of you up a little, okay?”

You both manage to mumble somewhat coherent responses, because Cody’s quiet footsteps retreat, and a moment later, there’s a sound of water running from the attached fresher.

“You did beautifully,” Obi-Wan breathes, nuzzling against your hair as he holds you close.

“So did you,” you murmur, voice slightly muffled against his chest as you beam up at him, cheeks still glowing softly.

He looks down at you, and both his smile and his eyes are bright. You both exchange satisfied grins, Obi-Wan leaning forward to press a kiss against the tip of your nose. His beard tickles slightly, causing you to let out a quiet snort, your cheeks immediately heating, then both of you simultaneously fall into soft laughter until Cody returns.

“I do hope you’re not embarrassing our guest, Obi-Wan,” Cody teases, re-entering the room and taking in your flushed cheeks. “Considering we actually want her to come back.”

Your heart warms a little, knowing that they want this to be more than a one time thing, because in the back of your mind, this whole time, no matter how confident you became, you had wondered if you hadn’t lived up to their expectations. But sensing both of them now, you find that it’s easy to dismiss your fears as unfounded.

You allow yourself to go boneless, limp, and relaxed as Cody sits on the edge of the bed gently running a damp, warm washcloth over your chest and stomach, eyes closed as he cleans you up.

You flinch a little, and your leg instinctively moves to kick out when he runs the cloth closer to the apex of your thighs. Cody hums a quiet apology, movements gentling further, eyes intent as they observe your face for any continued sign of discomfort. After a moment, your eyes flutter closed once more.

Cody repeats this process with a clean cloth retrieved for Obi-Wan. Their voices are quiet and familiar, as if this is a routine they’re well acquainted with.

Despite the sheen of sweat that has settled on your skin, you find that you’ve begun to tremble, adrenaline leaving you feeling chilled. Cody is so warm as he crawls in on your other side, chest pressing flush against your back as he tugs a thick comforter over the three of you, arm settling around both you and Obi-Wan.

You don’t mean to, really, you don’t. But they’re so warm, and they’re so gentle, and you’re just so nicely sandwiched between the two of them. Obi-Wan’s fingers are so soothing as they stroke through your hair, and Cody is leaving soft, scattered kisses against the back of your neck and shoulder and it just...happens.

You’re asleep before you even have the sense to tell them that you’re tired.

Neither of them mind a bit.

“So.” Cody’s voice is low and quiet as he looks up at Obi-Wan, still stroking your hair in the dim light. “How do you think that went?”

Obi-Wan tilts his head, his expression thoughtful for a moment before his eyes turn soft, looking up at Cody with big blues that have a 100% guarantee of making him melt every single time.

“Can we keep her?” Obi-Wan asks, and it’s adorable the way his arms tighten around you, his voice turning pleading and hopeful, as if there was ever a chance that Cody would say no.

Cody‘s head falls back, and he lets out a low chuckle that rumbles through his chest, causing you to stir slightly. He stills, watching you intently for any further signs of waking, but you only let out a quiet sigh, nuzzling your cheek against Obi Wan‘s chest as you sleep on.

“Well, if the lady is agreeable.” Cody tilts his head, fingers idly reaching out to tuck a stray piece of hair that’s falling into your eyes. “If the lady is agreeable,” he murmurs again, carefully leaning across you to press a kiss to the top of Obi-Wan‘s head, his eyes warm and fond.

“Then I would say that I’d like that very much.”

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The Lonely Cottage in the Woods

(Hi!This is my first time writing a fic in a certain fandom,and it's also my first unique post on my blog,despite being on this site for ages.This fic is inspired by a piece of boatem art by @wasyago )

Somewhere,deeps within the forests of the land of Hermitcraft,a small cottage stood.Tall,quiet and proud.

The cottage served as a shop for travelers,people either needing supplies for their journey,or advice on where to go next.The cottage never had a shortage of visitors in Hermitcraft,what with all the creative and determined minds that dwelled the land.

But the cottage also served as an Inn,and was proudly stated on the sign that was nailed to the front of the house for all to see-'Scar's Spectacular Shop and Inn!'

The problem though,was that nobody ever wanted to stay the night at the cottage.They would always buy the supplies and take the information that they needed,and then leave.Leaving the owner of the cottage with a heavy heart and an even heavier silence.

The man who resided in the cottage was a cheery,happy man,who lived in an incredibly silent house.He was always willing to help people on their journeys,whether it be to help them clean their wounds,or point them in the right direction.But they never stayed.They just got what they wanted and left the lonely man,in the cottage that was beginning to feel too big for him.

The man's name was Scar Goodtimes,and he's lived in his travelers shop for years now.But as the years passed,Scar wished more and more,that some people would linger at the cottage,for just a day or two.Even though Scar was quick to get over it, some sad thoughts would worm its way to the forefront of his mind.

Like how the table looked too big with just one plate of food.

Like how the house looked too clean for his liking,no clutter to be found.

Like how there was a lack of life in the house.

Bur Scar understood.Really,he did.A lot of people wouldn't be quick to trust a lone man in a forest and stay the night.Stranger danger and all that.But then he'd hear other things when people thought he couldn't hear their whispers.

Yes,true to his name,fading scars littered across his body,not an inch to be spared.There was even a large and obvious scar that slashed across the middle of his face,which he knew people ogled at,but he didn't mind.

What he did mind,were the rumours about how he got the scars.A lot of things he overhead was that he used to be a bloodthirsty arsonist,or a shady criminal who used to run an empire,and they just got more outlandish from there.

Truthfully though,Scar just got into a lot of accidents.

(Though,sometimes,he'll hear those rumors and look down at his arms,and a quiet voice in his head will wish they weren't so visible)

But it's fine.He doesn't mind being in a cottage most of his life.He's got Jellie,his precious cat,and he knows that one day,he'll get used to seeing people not sticking around,and his heart won't twist in pain so much.

Knock knock!

The first peculiar man that he meets in a while,was named Impulse.He was large,buff,and had two horns protruding out of his head,with a long tail swishing back and forth behind him,and a sheepish grin on his face.

"Hi!Are you the innkeeper here?"

"Why yes I am!My name is Scar Goodtimes,what can I do for you,good sir?"The man rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he said "Well,I was wandering around, looking for new clients in the area for builds,but I didn't notice the time,and then i saw the sign that this place was an inn,and I'd really like to avoid the mobs,if that's okay."The implied question hung in the air between them,and Scar had to physically stop himself from trying to jump out of his wheelchair.

Someone was asking to stay at his makeshift Inn!Also,the man seemed no casual about it,not a hint of suspicion or distrust in hid voice whatsoever.This completely normal offer meant so much more than Impulse would ever know.So,with an excited grin,Scar happily said "Make yourself at home!"

Which Impulse certainly did.He was respectful of his house and of Jellie,most importantly.He got settled in,and during dinner,they talked about Impulse's plans and what his goals were after today.

Impulse was quite a hard-working demon,always looking for the next farm or building to create,for others to use.He has recently just finished working on a massive factory,that had been given to a town to use itself.He was just wandering around now,waiting for the next client to build for.

Scar was very impressed with Impulse's driven nature,but when he asked a certain question,the relaxed smile fell off his face and confusion replaced it instead.

Scar had simply asked "Have you ever built something for yourself?"

That question-hit different to Impulse.His tail flicked back and forth in agitation the longer he couldn't answer,but the silence pretty much answered for him.No.He's never build anything purely for his own benefit.

Scar was quick to brighten the mood and patted his shoulder comfortingly as he said "Hey,it's okay if you haven't.Besides,you have all the time in the world to build whatever your heart desires.Just make sure I can see it when it's done."He said that last part jokingly,not expecting it to have such a weight on Impulse's heart.

Impulse didn't leave the next day.Instead,he walked up to him that morning,fiddling with his tail nervously,the complete opposite of the cheerful man he was yesterday and asked "Is it okay if I stay here for a few more days?I...might have to make a change of plans for myself."

He didn't elaborate,but he didn't need to as Scar immediately blurted out "Yes!Of course!"feeling joy return to his heart.So just like that,the cottage in the forest wasn't lonely anymore.

Impulse was a very nice addition to Scar's life.He would talk with Scar all day long and play with Jellie,and help around the house without complaints.He sometimes even brought a fresh perspective on some of Scar's own projects,making some redstone suggestions.Hewould check up on Scar if he was feeling down (a first for him) and make sure that he was happy and laughing all day.It was such a welcome change,and it may still just be two people in a big cottage,but Scar was just happy to hear another voice through the walls from time to time.

Scar didn't comprehend the hole that Impulse had started to fill in his heart,until he saw blueprints and papers scattered about on the table one day,and at the top of the paper,was titled-Personal Build! Then he knew that he had done something right.

"Um,Scar?There's someone sleeping on the front porch."

The second odd person that Scar met,didn't even come to the cottage on purpose.

Scar rushed to the door and yanked it open,only to find a young woman,sure enough,sleeping outside the cottage,her back against the doorframe.Her head kept dropping forehead as she slept,a curtain of brown hair blocking her face.

She didn't look injured in any way,but that didn't mean she wasn't in danger.Scar bit his lip,unsure of how to go about this,but then he heard Impulse walk up behind him and softly called out "Hey,ma'am?Ma'am,are you okay?"

Thankfully,that was enough to wake her as she groaned,rubbing her eyes lazily,sitting up properly,and Scar had to force himself to be patient before launching into questions.

The woman got her bearings together pretty quickly though,yawning as she looked them both in the eye.But when she did,Scar's mouth dropped slightly in awe.Both her eyes had a background of a dark void,almost like a night sky,and within them,a twinkling star in the center of her right eye,and a crescent moon in her left.

"Good morning,gentlemen."were the first things she said,her voice holding nothing but chipper positivity,as if this was a normal occurrence."It's actually almost midnight."Impulse nervously corrected,probably not equipped for a situation like this,but Scar definitely was,used to being friendly with all types of people,and this lady was no different.

"Well,nonetheless,hello to you too.My name is Scar and this is my friend Impulse."The woman smiled brightly,sticking her hand out "It's nice to meet you both too.You can call me Pearl."Scar gladly shook her hand,and was surprised to find her hands just as calloused as his own."I hope you don't mind me asking but are you-okay?You're not hurt are you?Or in any sort of danger?"

Pearl shook her head,the bell on her sleeping hat jingling loudly in the night.She crossed her legs,still sitting on the porch,and replied "Oh,no,I am perfectly fine and safe,you don't have to worry about me."but then Impulse asked in worry and confusion "But then why were you sleeping on the porch?"

At his question,Pearl's shoulders slumped and her smile shrunk,but still appeared happy as she explained "Well,I was simply living my life,far across the land from here,building farms and being self-sufficient,but then a few days ago,I kinda started to feel-bored.There was nothing new to do and I didn't really have friends to talk to,and in those moments, I tend to just look up at the night sky."then she did exactly that,and Scar copied her, watching as the stars glistened in the sky.

There was now a fondness in Pearl's voice as she continued "I always had a bad habit of letting the moon and the stars drift me away,but this time,I felt like I was being pulled towards something,so I let myself be taken away by the night,and I guess I ended up here."Pearl then shrugged,done with her story and seemingly content with her current position.

It was certainly a story,but Scar felt like she was telling the truth,if her constant beaming smile at the moon was anything to go by.He turned to look behind him,and saw Impulse giving her a small smile back,with a glint of something familiar in his eyes.One shared look between them and they were on the same page.

"Well then Pearl,this cottage also acts as an Inn,so wouldn't you rather gaze at the night sky from inside a warm house,with nice food and fluffy blankets to accompany you?"Pearl glanced down at her lap as she muttered "That does sound nice."There was a minute of silence as Pearl contemplated the offer,and Scar was beginning to worry that she'd say no,but what was she going to do then?Keep walking aimlessly while staring at the moon,with no sense of direction whatsoever?Scar wasn't so sure why he was getting so stressed over a stranger.A part of him said that it was because he was still lonely,but that was ridiculous,he had Impulse now,so his loneliness should be fixed,right?

Maybe he was still lonely,or maybe it was something deeper,something that came from his core,like how Pearl said that the moon was guiding her towards something.Either way,Scar really hoped she would stay.

Pearl hadn't answered yet,and she now had a look of frustration on as she seemed to be arguing with herself,until Impulse spoke up and said "Pearl,we can assure you that there won't be a dull moment while you're in this cottage."

Then she was sold.

Pearl added a new layer of comfort in Scar's life that he didn't know he needed.She added her own spark of life and colour within the house,and she fit right in with the two of them.

She volunteered to help improve the inside of the cottage,making it appear more lively and appealing, making its previous arrangement look bland in comparison,and Scar didn't even realise how dim it looked.

Pearl still gazed at the moon every night,walking outside and simply staring up at the sky. Sometimes,Impulse and Scar joined her. Sometimes,Scar worried that Pearl would feel another tug and would drift away from them.

But she always came back into the house,even weeks after her arrival,and if Scar noticed that,over time,she spent less time looking at the stars and more time with them,well,that was for him to cherish.

The next bizarre event happened a few weeks after Pearl's arrival.

Throughout the day,there was a weird scratching and stomping sound coming from the roof.Impulse said that he would check it out,after he was finished helping Pearl with the redstone machine for their potato crops.

Knock knock!

"I've got it!"Scar called out to his friends in the backyard as he quickly opened the door,expecting another customer.

What he saw instead,was a very tall man,easily over six feet.He wore a clean black suit,which was unusual for travelers.But what was more unusual was the crimson red parasol he held,shielding his pale face and fancy mustache from the sun.He seemed very anxious,twisting the parasol handle, and then Scar noticed that his fingers were covered in a red powder.

When he answered the door,the man took a quick glance at him and then immediately averted his eyes.Scar had the urge to rub the marks on his arms,thinking that they were grossing the stranger out,but then the man stuttered out "U-Um,hello sir."

"Hello to you too.What can I help you with?Do you need supplies for your travels?"The man shook his head and said "Actually,I needed to ask you a question."Scar tilted his head in confusion,but let the man continue.

The stranger tightened his hold on his parasol, trying to gather up some courage,so Scar shot him a soft smile and the man looked stunned at his patience,and that seemed to make him relax enough to speak.

"Have you-um-been hearing weird noises today?" Scar nodded,becoming more curious as to who this man was.Was he an exterminator or something kind of hunter?Surely not,with the attire he had on,nor did he act like he even wanted to be having this interaction.

At his nod,the man sighed harshly,and Scar caught a flash of fangs in his mouth.A vampire,huh?Well that would certainly explain the parasol in broad daylight.

The man began to stammer,his attention much too focused on trying to peer inside his house rather than making a coherent sentence.His eyes were flickering to every corner that wasn't Scar,and when Scar opened his mouth to finally get to the bottom of this,there was suddenly a voice in his left ear yelling "BOO!"

Scar shouted in fright,jumping in his wheelchair as a new voice cackled in his ear.The other man standing before him lost all his nerves as he scolded the new figure "I knew you'd be around here,Grian!Why did you fly off without me?"

Scar panted in shock,a hand on his chest,and looked to the left,finding a man hanging upside down from the porch roof,a wide and cheeky grin on his face.He then dropped,then swooped back up into the air,bright red wings shimmering in the sun. He flew around in the air for a few seconds,circling his friend's head as he replied "Because,Mumbo Jumbo,you slept in and I was bored of waiting for you to wake up."

"I slept in because I was up all night fixing the redstone machine that you broke!"

"Well you shouldn't have left those levers and buttons all over the place!You know I'm weak to them!"

As the tall man,now known as Mumbo Jumbo, sighed tiredly,the new avian friend lowered himself and used his friend's arm as a perch, glancing at Scar curiously.

Oh,these two were trouble,and Scar liked trouble.

The guy that spooked him,Grian,was studying him closely,and Scar was beginning to feel like some sort of prey.He had messy,sandy blonde hair and brown,beady eyes that seemed to stare into his soul.He wore a thick,red jumper,almost matching the colour of his wings,and when Scar looked into his eyes,all he saw was mischief and chaos.

"Listen,I'm really sorry about giving you a fright there.I was just sitting on your roof,messing with Mumbo,and then I heard you talking and just wanted to mess with you a little bit."Grian explained,and Scar obviously forgave him,not that he was angry in the first place.He knew that he was just in the middle of two friends playful banter.

Scar waved him off "No need to apologise,just made my poor heart skip several beats and made my life flash before my eyes."the three men chuckled lightly,then fell into a comfortable silence, which was weird considering that they've only talked for a few minutes.

But then Impulse's voice called out from the back of the house "Hey Scar!Can you lend a hand with this redstone machine?"

"Redstone?"Grian said,eyes drawn to the voices of Pearl and Impulse deep in the house.He suddenly flapped his wings,almost hitting Mumbo's parasol in the process,who grumbled in annoyance and leaned away as Grian floated in the air.

"Mumbo's great at redstone,let him try!"then just straight up flew into the house without a second glance at Mumbo.Scar chuckled as he heard Grian's cheerful voice mixed in with Pearl and Impulse's surprised ones,but Mumbo's harsh sigh brought concern out.

He seemed more relaxed now,from knowing where his friend was,but still seemed stressed as he said "I'm really sorry about him,mate.He kinda just does what he wants,and trouble tends to follow him, along with me I guess.I completely understand if you want us to leave you alone.After all-"Mumbo let a bitter,low laugh out and Scar saw that his eyes were filled with muted anger and pain as he muttered "-not many people take too kindly to our antics."

Scar had already made up his mind the second Grian startled him,but now his heart was set and longed to see what these antics were.So Scar smiled and made way for Mumbo to come in and said "Make yourself at home."

Boy,did they make themselves at home.

Mumbo and Grian were like the last pieces of the puzzle that needed to fit into Scar's empty heart. Mumbo's creative spin on redstone helped the cottage out tremendously,and even when it sometimes didn't work,nobody scolded him,which Mumbo always expected.Mumbo was just as much of a trickster as Grian,poking fun at one another whenever possible,but tended to keep quieter about his hijinks,but slowly,he got louder.

Grian was a hurricane of trouble himself,and Scar,Impulse and Pearl ended up contributing to that chaos more often than not.The avian always had a prank up his sleeve,and everyone always ended up laughing by the end of it.

Grian also loved building things,with beautiful and detailed designs,but he never got around to finishing the back of,for some reason.

He would swoop and glide around in the sky,with grace and with expert precision,as he performed so many different tricks and turns in the air,as if he had been confined to the ground his whole life. Sometimes,Grian would simply perch somewhere and watch as the sun went down,wings relaxed but looking unkempt from a day of flying.

When Scar offered to help preen his feathers and tidy them up (He's seen Mumbo do it countless times) he was surprised when a flash of fear shot through the avian's eyes for a split second,and Scar understood how big of a deal it was when Grian still held his wing out for him without a word.

Impulse.A sweet workaholic.

Pearl.A cheerful night lover.

Mumbo.An anxious genius.

Grian.A pesky prankster.

This was what Scar was missing.A family.

So when one day,months later,if Grian casually brought up needing to get a bigger house to fit all five of them,well,nobody needed to see Scar cry tears of joy,at the fact that his friends were now his home,and not the once lonely cottage that stood in the middle of the woods.

#hermitcraft #mumbo jumbo #grian #pearlescentmoon #impulsesv #goodtimeswithscar #boatem #my writing #stories

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