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ahgasegotarmy116 · 2 days ago

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Just Take It | Jeon Jungkook | Part Eight

Summary: Jungkook's feelings for you have grown immensely and he can't hold himself back from being honest anymore. Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) Word Count: 2.6K~ (I know it's short but it was at a good stopping point and I couldn't figure out how to continue it without a big time skip/harsh break so yeah enjoy this mini chapter 😅) Warnings: No warnings just fluff a/n: Another almost four months and I only have a little bit for you 😔 I'm still trying to figure out how I want to go about finishing this story (yes it's close to the end) so please bear with me 😪 but either way I hope you enjoy!

Ever since I told him last month that I didn't want to be friends anymore and by default telling him that I wanted to be with him things have been different.

We've settled into a new routine with the tension between us no longer burning to the point I shy away but something that feel natural, domestic even.

I guess you could say that's pretty obvious from the fact that we're living together but his subtle touches are welcomed and expected.

Things as simple as his hand on my lower back as he passes by or his arms wrapped around me from behind with his chin propped up on my shoulder or even a kiss on the forehead are all things that we've settled into and it makes me feel loved.

Love is still a scary word for me to think about or even say aloud but it's something I feel towards him, deeply, hopelessly, painfully.

At times I remember that things could suddenly change without warning. That he could toss me out as soon as he gets fed up with waiting like Jared did. That he cou-.

"Ow!" I cry out when he pinches my side, "What was that for?" I whine, the spot he abused already sore. "I've been calling your name for five minutes and you didn't respond so..." he chuckles and I hum, not having the energy to scold him further.

He wraps his arms around my waist and props his chin on my shoulder just like I had been thinking about while spacing out, leaving me relaxing into him, the feeling of being in his arms taking away some of the anxiety that had started to build.

"You okay?" he asks, placing a kiss on my cheek to which I hum again, nodding along with it. "You sure, because you've been stirring your coffee for the past seven minutes" he says, my hand stilling once he points it out.

I take a drink of the completely cold beverage and sigh in defeat, realizing that his words are true.

"I wanted it cold anyways" I mumble and turn to walk over to the freezer to add some ice, Jungkook letting go but still staying close.

"Something's wrong" he says after observing me for another second or two, very used to reading my body language. "Nothing's wrong I'm just...tired" I reply and the truth is I am.

"My internship has been kicking my ass and I don't know, I guess it's all starting to catch up to me" I relent and he takes a turn humming, knowing I'm not telling him the whole truth.

"You know you can tell me anything right?" he says, coming closer and cradling my face in his hands, granting him a sad smile in return.

"I know, but I promise I'm fine. It's just been a long week that's all" he studies my features for a while and decides to take my word for it, seeing that I'm not ready to talk about it. He nods his head a tiny bit before leaning in and giving me a soft kiss on my lips, one that lasts but a moment before pulling away.

"You wanna watch something tonight?" he asks and I smile as my answer, making him chuckle. "I'll make the snacks if you wanna go choose" he offers and I nod, my face still cradled in his hands so he gives me one last kiss before letting go and leaving our source of entertainment up to me.

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As the movie we've already watched and fallen in love with plays Jungkook notices my absence even though I'm cuddled up next to him, my reactions being minimal to nonexistent.

The parts we always laugh at are met with the sounds of his enjoyment and not mine so he pauses it and waits for me to notice which I don't for a while leaving him even more worried.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours Bunny? Did I do something wrong?" he asks and I sit up, needing him to know that he hasn't. "No, no you've been wonderful, better than I deserve honestly" I say, mumbling the last part but of course he hears it loud and clear.

"I'm good to you because I love you and you do deserve it, that's all" he admits so freely that I almost don't catch it. "You...what?" I ask, almost too scared to breathe. "I love you" he says with a crooked smile, clearly enjoying my practically speechless state.

I sit there for a minute, stunned into silence, not having expected that at all but he just laughs. "What? You didn't think I loved you?" he asks, brushing a stray strand of hair off of my face, letting his fingers trail down my neck before withdrawing his hand.

"No...I mean maybe? Isn't it a little too early for I love you's?" I ask, tentative to say it after I had been burned by...

"I don't think so. I mean it might be forward but I've loved you for a long time and I've cared about you even longer. You're someone that has been a constant in my life for many many years and the fact that you've given me permission to hold you, kiss you...well it's something that I don't think I can hold back anymore" he confesses, making me feel as though my heart might explode.

"I-" "You don't have to say anything. Take your time and only say it if you truly mean it Darling. I don't want to rush you into anything you're not ready for" he says, chancing caressing my face again and rubbing his thumb along my bottom lip.

"Come here" he says and pulls me in, having me straddle him not for anything sexual but just for the need to hold me close.

I burry my face in his neck and he rubs my back, knowing that I feel vulnerable since although he's not rushing me, I know he'll be waiting for an answer.

"I'm scared" I mumble against his skin and he hums, understanding the situation honestly more than I wish he did. He witnessed the ups and downs of the relationship between Jared and I and sat on the sidelines, knowing he could treat me better but caring about me too much to take away my right to make my own decisions and choose who I love even if it wasn't him.

"Take your time Bun. You know I'll always be here for you, no matter how long it takes" he reassures me of what I knew, making me nod and wrap around him even tighter, taking his words as genuine but still terrified that this could all slip away at any moment.

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A week goes by and I still haven't said it and it's killing me.

When he says goodbye he says it, whenever we've been intimate he says it, he even says it randomly just to try to make me smile but my mind won't truly let it sink in until I say it back.

"Baby?" he asks, knocking on my partially ajar door, seeing that I've been taking a little while longer to get out of bed this morning.

I hum and let him come in, trying to assess the state I'm in before saying anything else as he comes and sits down on my side of the bed, looking down at me and placing his hand on my waist. I'm still laying down, not having made an effort to get up just yet which I know worries him as well but he doesn't push me too hard.

"You not feeling well?" he asks, now going to check my temperature with the back of his hand but not noticing a fever of any sort making his theory very short lived. "No, just tired" I say quietly, not having spoken a word since I woke up, my voice still raspy which I can tell he enjoys but doesn't comment on this time.

"You want me to make you something? It's already lunch time and you haven't eaten all day huh?" he asks, knowing the answer but still allowing me the chance to reply. "Yeah maybe something simple like a sandwich?" I request and he nods.

"Want me to get it from that sandwich place we love?" he suggests, rubbing small circles on my waist but I shake my head. "No I'm craving one of your sandwiches" I say making him smile, knowing one of his favorite forms of praise is compliments on his cooking.

"Okay Bun, the usual?" he asks, knowing exactly what I want but asking just in case I'm feeling like something a little different today but I nod my head in approval making him lean down and place a kiss on my forehead before asking if I want him to bring it up here to which I decline.

"I need to get out of bed at some point" I say and he shrugs, "You're allowed to have a lazy day every once in a while if you'd like. I could even come join you later on?" he proposes making me smile, in favor of his suggestion.

"Can we take a nap after lunch?" I ask and he smirks a bit, testing the waters to see what I'm actually asking for. "Just a regular nap this time" I roll my eyes leaving him sighing dramatically before leaving, telling me he'll call me down when it's ready.

Once he's gone the doubt that has been plaguing my mind comes circling back.

'What if he's just saying that to take pity on me? What if he's saying it to rush me into something I'm not ready for? What if-' I groan, cutting off the spiral that I send myself down every time I'm alone and throw the blankets off before going into my bathroom and throwing cold water on my face, glaring at myself in the mirror, daring me to keep acting like this.

He loves me. He loves...me. Why am I so torn up about this? People say it all the time so it's not like it's the end of the world. It's just that...well next time I say it I want to mean it. The next time I say it I want it to be real.

I want to say it to the man that I'll promise to say it to forevermore.

Call me a hopeless romantic all you want but if I'm going to trust someone with my heart again I don't want to regret it...

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"Here you go Bunny" he says and places my sandwich in front of me. "I love you" I mumble, softer than I've ever said anything before but it makes his movements stutter.

"What was that Darling?" he asks, sitting down in the seat next to me at the table. "I um...I said 'Thank you'" I chicken out and although he wants to call me out on it he doesn't.

"You're welcome baby" he says, his smile a little brighter when he realizes that I'm trying, that I want to say it too but I just don't have the confidence yet.

"Anything for you" he finishes and caresses my cheek before getting up and grabbing his plate along with our drinks.

"You sure you're feeling alright?" he asks, my silence through lunch palpable since whenever he tries to start up a conversation I give him small short answers that make his efforts die in his throat.

"I've just been feeling a little funky that's all" I say and he hums, contemplating his next words which surprise me. "I'm sorry" he says, defeated and honestly quite vulnerable. "Why are you apologizing?" I ask, not thinking that he would have done anything that would require something like that.

"I knew you weren't ready and I rushed things but I wanted to be able to say what I felt for you because it was eating me alive. Having to cut off my sentences and not being able to speak my mind fully, holding you as close to my heart as possible but not being able to tell you that you had it in the palm of your hand already I just...I couldn't do it anymore" he says, his whole demeanor shifted into an almost sorrowful state that I can't hold it back anymore.

I can't keep hurting him like this when all I want to do is scream it for all to hear, even if the thought terrifies me.

"I love you" I say making his head pop up from it's dropped state, then feeling guilty and looking at his lap again as a result. "You don't have to say it just because I did. I just wanted to apologize because I know that that's was why you've been feeling so off lately" he says but I shake my head.

"The thought of giving my heart to someone again scares the shit out of me. After...well after going through all of that the thought of opening myself up again was not something I wanted to do. I will admit I sought you out out of lust at first but as our friendship and eventual relationship began to grow I realized that I cared about you a whole lot more that I should" I say, me now with my head turned down, not being able to keep the intense eye contact he's giving me, hanging on every word.

"I didn't know if you were doing these things for me because you felt sorry or because you truly cared. I know now that doubting your motives was honestly my own self doubt getting the best of me. You've done nothing but love and care for me since the beginning and I haven't let myself fully process the fact that I'm..." I cut myself off and take a deep breath.

"The fact that I'm falling in love with you" and although he said those words first the admission alone has me feeling as though he hadn't, as if he would change his mind now that I reciprocated his confession but he does anything but that, further confirming his true intentions for me as he pulls me closer.

He doesn't pull me in with a carnal passion in mind, he doesn't even pull me in for a kiss, he pulls me in and holds me close, telling me wordlessly that he's proud of me. That he's proud of me for taking that step, for trusting him with my heart, my mind, soul, fully consumed by him without abandon.

"Thank you" he whispers, his face being buried in my hair making me laugh at the ticklish feeling. "Don't make it weird" I say and poke his side making him flinch and hold me tighter. "How can I not? The woman I love loves me back" he chuckles and when I try to pull back he squeezes me tighter.

"Just let me have my moment" he huffs making me sigh and return his crushing embrace. "I love you" he says making me burry my face into his neck, mumbling it against his skin in return.

"Nah nah nah, say it like you mean it" he says, pushing me back just enough so he can look at me. "But I do mean it!" I roll my eyes, playing into his pouty act. "Come on, say it!" he says, pushing me back and forth, making me sway.

"I already said it, why do you need to hear it again?" I chuckle when his pout gets deeper. "Okay fine" I give in making his brows raise at my quick defeat. "I love you" I whisper in his ear and then run away, his hold on me having loosened from pure shock of my honesty, knowing now that I truly truly mean it.

"Get back here!" he scolds once he's come back down to earth, the surprise replaced with determination, his intentions being to not let me go til sunrise.

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kwanisms · 17 hours ago

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It’s the season of love, or lust. Here’s a collection of 14 separate tales to keep you company this Valentine’s season. demon/incubus!Idol × fem!Reader

» back || playlist || taglist « ❑ WORDCOUNT — ❑ WARNINGS — adult language, female reader, shorter reader, reincarnated reader, chubby!Reader, smaller reader, jealousy and possessiveness, mentions of: marriage, travel, homesickness, food & alcohol consumption, history of drug use, depression & thoughts of suicide, feelings of isolation, past love, heartbreak, major character death, reincarnation, severe depression, loneliness, minor character death, food & alcohol consumption, occultism, witchcraft, demonic summoning & rituals, PTSD, graveyards, ghost hunting, communicating with spirits, hospital environments, long working hours, bodily trauma, blood, gore; see each part for full warnings! ❑ CONTENT — angst, fluff, smut; supernatural, fantasy, demons & angels, biblical, established relationships, office setting, boss!Reader, coworkers to lovers, ER doctor!Reader, demon!Idols; non idol au, demon au, farm au, hospital au; see each part for full content lists! ❑ NOTES — happy valentine's, my loves! Here is something no one asked for but I'm delivering anyway! I've got 14 stories here, 11 of which are sequels to existing aus I've created and three new ones! They're all of my existing demon aus! From Seventeen to Stray Kids to Day6, all of my demon characters are being revisited here! Taglist is open and will close at the end of January so sign up now! Thanks for the support thus far babes and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

➥ incubus!Kihyun × fem!Reader summary: After the events of her story, Y/N has had her curse broken and succubus powers removed, allowing her to live a normal life. She has managed to keep a low profile, getting a job in a diner, her entire world is turned upside down when one of the men she was tasked with seducing in her previous life shows up at the diner late one night with a bone to pick with her. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 1

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➥ incubus!Hongjoong × fem!Reader × Seonghwa summary: After being banished to hell, Hongjoong manages to find a weak point and escapes back to the mortal realm. He only has a short time before the hounds of Hell are sent after him to bring him back and he makes the most of his time by tracking down his former servant only to find Seonghwa’s vampire curse has been broken and that he’s now happily married to the woman who destroyed everything Hongjoong built up. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 2

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➥ incubus!Jisung × fem!Reader summary: Now that all his friends are seeming to settle down with their respective partners, Han decides to venture out on his own and explore a new city. While there, he meets someone who flips his world upside down and turns it inside out. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 3

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➥ demon!Jeonghan × fem!Reader summary: Jeonghan lost his chance at love by being stubborn and cruel. Since then, he’d been drifting through the world, finding no meaning at continuing his meaningless charade. He refused to return to Hell but being on Earth was even more torture. He thought about just ending everything when the world came to a halt upon spotting a familiar face on the streets of Paris. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 4

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➥ incubus!Johnny × fem!Reader summary: Y/N has been living her best life, having climbed the social ladder at work and now heads her department, thanks to the promotion she landed. She can’t forget the reason for her success and one night while at the office working late, the demon she made a deal with comes back to check in. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 5

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➥ demon!Mingi × fem!Reader summary: Summers spent in the country used to have a sense of nostalgia but now, as you helped clear out your aunt’s old farm house, it was just hot and all you did was sweat. When you come across an old, tattered black book, things go from hot to hotter when you are transported to an alternate dimension where you meet a mysterious man who inhabits your aunt’s house on what he calls the ‘Other Side.’ read now »» coming Feb 6

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➥ incubus!Sungjin × fem!Reader summary: Since the incident at the museum, involving the old grimoire, Y/N has kept a low profile and quit her job at the museum, instead getting a job at a bookstore in a quiet part of town. It’s been three years and she still has the book, keeping it locked in a glass case in her house. The demon has not appeared since but she can’t shake the uneasy feeling she has as the fifth year anniversary of the Summoning approaches. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 7

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➥ incubus!Yeonjun × fem!Reader summary: After a visit to the old graveyard with her friends, Y/N has had this uneasy feeling of being followed or watched. Maybe she’s being paranoid, or maybe it's the result of playing around with a Ouija board but one thing is certain; she keeps seeing someone or something watching her from the window in her bedroom. read now »» coming Feb 8

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➥ incubus!Jongho × fem!Reader summary: As a result of passing his seduction test, Jongho has become a full-fledged incubus. He’s now among the ranks of those who have made names for themselves. He finds that being an incubus comes with a great amount of freedom and responsibility. Responsibility he shirks because he can’t seem to stay away from the one who helped him pass his test: Y/N. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 9

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➥ demon!Seungmin × fem!Reader summary: Your idea of fun was playing video games with your friends or playing beer pong at a frat party. It did not include summoning a demon in the basement of the creepy, old abandoned house at the end of Willow Avenue. read now »» coming Feb 10

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➥ demon!Chan × fem!Reader summary: Ever since she summoned him, Chan hasn’t been able to get Y/N out of his mind. He returns to her after some time and insists that she accept the proposal he made to her the last time he was there. He wants to be bound exclusively to her. Y/N is hesitant but Chan tells her to think it over while he makes his trip to visit her worth both their time. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 11

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➥ incubus!Chanyeol × fem!Reader summary: Since their encounter and Chanyeol’s nature as an incubus exposed, he and Y/N have had a secret relationship which tends to bring out the worst jealousy in both of them. They often sneak around the hospital, meeting in secret places. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 12

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➥ incubus!Hyunjin × fem!Reader × witch!Felix summary: After his visit, Hyunjin has moved into the house next door to Y/N and Felix, making himself at home as their neighbor and tormenting Felix by plaguing Y/N’s dreams. Hyunjin seems determined to make Felix’s life a living hell and drive a wedge between the witch and his girlfriend. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 13

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➥ incubus!Joshua × fem!Reader summary: Ever since that fateful night where Joshua revealed himself as a demon, Joshua and Y/N have built a life for themselves, living together in her house and working at the antique shop together. When Joshua decides to take her out for a romantic Valentine’s dinner, his jealous side emerges when he thinks the waiter is flirting with Y/N so he takes her home to remind her who she belongs to. read part one | read part two »» coming Feb 14

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novaursa · 19 hours ago

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Legacy (drawing the lines)

- Summary: Tywin was the man who saved you from Robert's wrath. He was also the man who doomed you.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Tywin Lannister

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Previous part: sisters

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @luniaxifics @alkadri-layal @butterflygxril

The chambers within Dragonstone were cloaked in the warm glow of a roaring hearth. Tywin Lannister sat at a finely carved wooden desk, stacks of correspondence and reports spread out before him. His eyes scanned the parchments with the meticulous attention to detail that had made him the most formidable political force in Westeros. Yet tonight, his focus wavered, his mind caught between strategies and the persistent presence of Daenerys Targaryen within his keep.

The door creaked open, and you stepped inside, your footsteps soft against the stone floor. Tywin didn’t look up immediately, though his shoulders relaxed slightly at the sound of your arrival.

“You’re working late again,” you observed, approaching him with an affectionate tone. A faint smile playing on your lips as you set a hand gently on his shoulder.

He glanced up, his expression softening just slightly as he met your gaze. “There is much to consider. Your sister’s arrival complicates matters.”

You leaned against the edge of the desk, folding your arms as you watched him. “She doesn’t need to be a complication.”

Tywin set down the quill he’d been holding and leaned back in his chair, his gaze locking onto yours. “She is a Targaryen with two dragons and a foreign army. Whether or not you see her as a threat, the realm will.”

“She’s my sister,” you countered, your voice calm but firm. “She’s family.”

“Family,” Tywin repeated, his tone edged with skepticism. “Family can be as dangerous as any enemy, as you well know.”

You sighed, your fingers brushing against the edge of the desk. “I want to speak with her again. Alone this time.”

Tywin’s eyes narrowed slightly. “And what do you hope to achieve by that? She has made her intentions clear—she seeks the Iron Throne.”

“She’s not our father,” you replied softly, your gaze steady. “She doesn’t understand Westeros, not truly. She grew up in exile, hearing only the stories Viserys told her. If I can make her see reason, show her that the path she’s chosen will only bring ruin…”

“Then what?” Tywin interjected, his tone sharp. “Do you believe you can dissuade her from her ambitions with a conversation?”

You leaned forward slightly, your voice dropping. “I believe I can remind her what it means to be a sister. To show her that there are other ways to restore what was lost without burning it all to the ground.”

Tywin studied you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he let out a quiet sigh, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the desk. “If she cannot be reasoned with?”

“Then we will deal with that when the time comes,” you said simply. “But I need to try.”

Tywin’s lips pressed into a thin line, but he didn’t argue further. Instead, he reached out, his hand covering yours where it rested on the desk. “You are too softhearted,” he said quietly, though there was no reproach in his tone. “It is both your strength and your weakness.”

A faint smile tugged at your lips. “And you, my lord husband, are too pragmatic for your own good. It is both your strength and your weakness.”

He gave a low hum of acknowledgment, his fingers tightening slightly around yours. “Pragmatism has kept me alive, and it has kept you safe.”

“And I love you for it,” you said softly, leaning closer to press a kiss to his forehead. “But let me handle this.”

For a moment, Tywin said nothing, his gaze searching your face as though weighing the risk of what you proposed. Then, finally, he nodded. “Very well. Speak with her. But do not forget who she is and what she represents.”

“I won’t,” you promised, your voice steady. “And thank you.”

Tywin rose from his chair, his imposing presence filling the room as he stepped closer to you. His hands came to rest lightly on your waist, his expression softening in a way few had ever seen. “You’re insufferable when you think you’re right.”

You laughed softly, your arms looping around his neck. “And you’re unbearable when you think you know better.”

“Which is always,” he replied dryly, though his lips quirked into a faint smirk.

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his, the kiss deepening as his hands tightened around your waist. For a moment, the weight of the realm and its many complications faded, replaced by the quiet intimacy you shared.

When you finally pulled back, you rested your forehead against his, your voice a whisper. “We’ll get through this.”

Tywin’s reply was quiet but resolute. “We always do.”

The private chambers prepared for Daenerys Targaryen in Dragonstone were richly appointed, a clear indication of the respect—or perhaps calculation—with which she was being treated. The ancient stone walls, illuminated by the soft glow of dragonfire sconces, whispered of her family’s legacy. Yet the banners that adorned them were not Targaryen but Lannister, a stark reminder of who held dominion here.

Daenerys stood near the window, her gaze fixed on the dark waters of the Blackwater Bay. Missandei stood quietly at her side, her calm presence a source of strength, while Tyrion Lannister leaned against a nearby table, his expression contemplative.

“I didn’t expect this,” Daenerys admitted, her voice carrying a mix of frustration and bewilderment.

Missandei tilted her head slightly, her voice gentle as always. “What did you expect, Your Grace?”

Daenerys sighed, her fingers brushing against the edge of the windowsill. “A sister. An ally. Someone who would understand what I’ve been through, who would stand with me to reclaim what is ours.”

Tyrion gave a dry chuckle, shaking his head. “Family reunions rarely go as planned, Your Grace. Trust me on that.”

Daenerys shot him a frustrated look, but the irritation faded quickly. “She is not what I imagined. She’s… cautious, guarded. And her loyalty to Tywin Lannister—of all people—is baffling.”

Tyrion straightened slightly, crossing his arms. “It’s not as baffling as you might think. Your sister has lived through far more than most, and Tywin has ensured her survival, likely more than once. Loyalty is not always about love, Your Grace. Sometimes it’s about what is convenient.”

Missandei hesitated before speaking, her tone soft. “She did not seem hostile toward you, though. Perhaps there is a chance to build a connection.”

Daenerys let out a quiet laugh, though it was devoid of humor. “A connection? She told me the Iron Throne is cursed and not worth claiming. She practically dismissed my birthright.”

Tyrion’s brow rose at that. “And was she wrong?”

Daenerys turned to him, her eyes narrowing. “Do you side with her, Tyrion? Do you think my claim is worthless?”

Tyrion held up his hands in a placating gesture. “I’m not saying that, Your Grace. I’m merely pointing out that she has a perspective you might want to consider. She’s lived in Westeros. She’s seen the devastation wrought by your father, by the Baratheons, and by the wars that followed. Perhaps she’s trying to protect you from repeating the mistakes of the past.”

Daenerys’s shoulders sagged slightly, her expression softening as she considered his words. “She spoke of the throne as if it were a poison. As if it had taken everything from her.”

Missandei stepped forward, her voice filled with quiet empathy. “Perhaps it has, Your Grace. But that doesn’t mean she won’t listen to you. You are both daughters of House Targaryen. That bond cannot be erased.”

Daenerys nodded slowly, her gaze returning to the dark waters beyond the window. “She’s more than I expected. Wiser, stronger. And yet… she feels distant, as though she has already made her decision.”

Tyrion approached, his tone lighter but still measured. “Your sister is no fool. She’s weighing her options, testing the waters. Give her time. Show her that you’re not here to burn everything down.”

Daenerys let out a soft sigh, her hand coming to rest on the windowsill. “Time… something we may not have much of.”

Tyrion tilted his head, his voice turning thoughtful. “Perhaps. But if you truly want her on your side, Your Grace, you’ll have to prove that you’re worth standing beside.”

Daenerys’s lips pressed into a thin line, her resolve hardening. “Then I will. She’s my sister, and I will not give up on her.”

Missandei smiled faintly, her quiet encouragement bolstering Daenerys’s determination. Tyrion, however, gave a small, almost imperceptible sigh, his mind already turning to the challenges ahead.

The room fell into silence as the three of them stood there, the weight of the reunion and its implications pressing heavily on them all. Daenerys Targaryen had come to reclaim her birthright, but the path forward was proving more treacherous than she had imagined. Yet she was not one to back down, not when her dreams of a united realm were so close—and so complicated by the very blood that connected her to this place.

The early morning sun bathed Dragonstone in hues of late autumn. Standing on the balcony of the Great Hall, Daenerys Targaryen gazed out over the courtyard below. The cool sea breeze tugged at her hair as her violet eyes lingered on the sight before her.

In the courtyard, a young boy no older than three was running about, his silver-blond hair catching the sunlight like a crown of molten light. His laughter echoed softly, a sweet, carefree sound that contrasted with the heavy atmosphere of the castle. Around him, a handful of servants and Lannister guards watched closely, their postures alert but non-threatening. The boy clutched a small wooden dragon in one hand, its painted wings flapping uselessly as he darted around.

For a moment, Daenerys’s gaze softened, the sight stirring something deep within her. The boy, with his unmistakable Targaryen features, reminded her of the stories Viserys used to tell—of what their family had been before everything fell apart.

“You’ve noticed him,” came a calm, familiar voice from behind.

Daenerys turned to see you stepping onto the balcony. You wore a simple gown, but the grace with which you moved made even the plainest attire seem regal. Your expression was warm but tinged with a cautious curiosity as you approached her.

“He’s your son,” Daenerys said softly, turning her gaze back to the boy.

You stepped beside her, leaning lightly on the stone railing. “Yes, that’s Damon. My eldest.”

Daenerys’s lips curved faintly, though her tone was measured. “He looks so much like you. So much like us.”

A brief smile touched your lips as you watched Damon chase after a servant who was playfully pretending to flee. “He does. Though his spirit… that’s his father’s.”

At the mention of Tywin, Daenerys’s expression flickered, her gaze sharpening slightly. “He’s a Lannister, then. And yet… a dragon too.”

You turned to her, your eyes steady but kind. “Bloodlines are complicated, Daenerys. He is both. And he is neither.”

Daenerys hesitated before speaking again, her voice quieter now. “He’s beautiful. He could have been one of us—growing up with dragons, knowing our history, our traditions.”

You let out a soft sigh, your gaze drifting back to Damon. “I’ve tried to give him as much of that as I can. But the world is not kind to children born of fire and blood.”

Daenerys’s brows furrowed slightly, her tone carrying a note of sadness. “It’s strange. To see him here, in this castle that was ours. And yet, it feels so different.”

“It is different,” you replied softly. “This place has seen so much history—ours and others’. It bears the weight of every decision made within its walls.”

Daenerys turned to face you fully, her expression serious. “Do you ever wonder if he’ll carry that weight? If he’ll face the same struggles we did?”

You looked at her, your eyes filled with quiet determination. “I hope not. But if he does, I will make sure he’s prepared. I will do everything in my power to shield him from the worst of it.”

For a moment, the two of you stood in silence, the sound of Damon’s laughter drifting up from the courtyard. Then Daenerys spoke again, her voice laced with a hint of vulnerability. “I never thought I’d meet you. Growing up, you were a ghost—a name Viserys clung to, a hope he never let go of.”

Your gaze softened, a faint shadow crossing your face at the mention of your brother. “Viserys… He was so young when everything fell apart. He clung to the past because it was all he had.”

Daenerys nodded slowly, her expression wistful. “He used to say you were the strongest of us. That you survived because you were willing to do whatever it took.”

You smiled faintly, though there was a sadness in your eyes. “Surviving isn’t strength, Daenerys. It’s endurance. Strength is knowing what to do once you’ve survived.”

Daenerys considered your words for a moment, her gaze returning to the boy in the courtyard. “And what will you teach him? Your son?”

You followed her gaze, your expression softening as you watched Damon pick up his wooden dragon and show it to a servant with unbridled enthusiasm. “I’ll teach him to choose his battles wisely. To understand the cost of power. And to never forget that he is loved.”

Daenerys glanced at you, her voice quiet. “And what about us? What about what we’ve lost?”

You turned to her, your gaze steady but filled with a quiet intensity. “We’ve both lost much, Daenerys. But loss doesn’t define us. What we do with what remains—that’s what matters.”

For a moment, Daenerys said nothing, her thoughts swirling as she processed your words. Then, with a small nod, she stepped back from the railing. “I hope you’re right.”

You reached out, placing a gentle hand on her arm. “Give it time. The world is changing, and we’re a part of that change. But for now, perhaps it’s enough to simply be here. To start again.”

Daenerys’s lips curved into a faint smile, though her eyes remained guarded. “Perhaps.”

As she turned to leave, you remained at the railing, your gaze following Damon as he ran toward the guards, his laughter echoing in the morning air. A faint smile lingered on your lips, though your thoughts were far from simple.

The bonds of family, forged and broken, were not easily mended. But in that moment, with the sun rising over Dragonstone, there was a flicker of hope—fragile but undeniable.

The air in Dragonstone’s study was heavy with unspoken tension, the quiet crackle of the fire in the hearth doing little to dispel the chill that settled over the room. Tywin Lannister sat at a large, meticulously arranged desk, a quill in hand as he reviewed correspondence. His green eyes scanned the parchment with precision, but the slight tightening of his jaw betrayed his awareness of the man standing just inside the doorway.

Tyrion Lannister, dressed in his usual traveling attire, lingered there, his mismatched eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and curiosity. He’d been summoned, though not directly. Tywin’s silent request had come through an intermediary, leaving Tyrion wondering whether the meeting was a trap, an opportunity, or simply a confrontation long overdue.

“You summoned me, Father,” Tyrion said, his tone light but laced with caution. He stepped further into the room, his limp barely noticeable.

Tywin didn’t look up immediately, taking his time to finish reading the document before setting it aside with deliberate precision. When he finally met Tyrion’s gaze, his expression was as cold and unreadable as ever. “Sit.”

Tyrion arched a brow, but he complied, settling into a chair opposite the desk. “Straight to business, I see. How very Lannister of you.”

Tywin ignored the remark, leaning back in his chair as he studied his youngest son. “I imagine you know why I’ve called you here.”

Tyrion smirked, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Oh, I could hazard a guess. Perhaps you want to reminisce about the time you sentenced me to death? Or is this about Daenerys and her dragons? Do tell—I’m on the edge of my seat.”

Tywin’s expression didn’t change, though his voice carried a cutting edge. “You betrayed your family, Tyrion. Fled Westeros like a common criminal after what happened.”

Tyrion’s smirk faded, replaced by a flicker of bitterness. “Ah, yes. I almost forgot. Shall we recount the reasons I might have had for such actions, or is this simply a scolding?”

Tywin’s lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You’ve allied yourself with Daenerys Targaryen, a foreign invader intent on claiming a throne that does not belong to her. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

Tyrion leaned back in his chair, his gaze unwavering. “And what would you have me do, Father? Remain in a dungeon until my execution? Daenerys offered me a chance to use my wits rather than rot away, and I took it.”

“She offered you survival,” Tywin corrected coldly. “Do not mistake desperation for opportunity.”

Tyrion’s fingers drummed lightly against the armrest of his chair, his tone turning thoughtful. “Perhaps. But survival is something I’ve grown quite good at, thanks in no small part to you.”

The silence between them stretched, heavy and fraught with unspoken history. Tywin broke it first, his voice steady but menacing. “You’ve aligned yourself with a woman who believes herself entitled to the Iron Throne simply because of her name. She brings with her foreign savages, armies of Unsullied, and two dragons. You know as well as I do that she is a threat.”

Tyrion tilted his head, his expression contemplative. “She is a threat. But so is your wife, sitting here with her own dragon, wearing the blood of the same family you once sought to extinguish. Tell me, Father, do you find it easier to sleep at night knowing one dragon obeys the woman you married?”

For the first time, Tywin’s composure cracked, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “You tread dangerously, Tyrion.”

“And yet I live,” Tyrion countered, his tone turning wry. “Curious, isn’t it?”

The tension in the room felt like a taut wire, ready to snap. Tywin leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering. “Daenerys will not succeed. Her ambitions will burn out as they all do, leaving nothing but ash in her wake.”

Tyrion leaned forward to meet his father’s gaze, his voice quiet but firm. “Perhaps. But you underestimate her, Father. You underestimate her determination, her ability to inspire. She’s not just a girl with dragons—she’s a force. And whether you like it or not, she’s coming.”

Tywin’s expression didn’t waver, though his fingers drummed once against the desk before stilling. “Then we will deal with her when the time comes. I do not need your warnings, Tyrion. I need to know where your loyalties lie.”

Tyrion let out a soft laugh, though there was no humor in it. “Loyalties? That’s rich, coming from you. My loyalties lie where they always have—with myself.”

“Then you are a fool,” Tywin said sharply, his voice cold. “The game we play is not one of survival alone. It is one of legacy, of power. You have none of those things.”

Tyrion’s gaze turned somber, though his tone remained light. “No, I suppose I don’t. But I do have something you’ll never understand, Father.”

Tywin raised a brow, his tone edged with skepticism. “And what is that?”

Tyrion’s smirk returned, faint but defiant. “Freedom.”

The silence that followed was deafening, the weight of their fractured relationship hanging heavy in the air. Finally, Tywin sat back, his expression as unreadable as ever.

“This conversation is over,” he said curtly. “You may go.”

Tyrion stood slowly, inclining his head in mock deference. “As always, Father, it’s been enlightening.”

As Tyrion turned to leave, Tywin’s voice stopped him at the door. “Tyrion.”

Tyrion paused, glancing back over his shoulder. “Yes?”

Tywin’s gaze was piercing, his tone low and deliberate. “Do not forget where you come from. Or what it means to bear the name Lannister.”

Tyrion’s lips quirked into a bittersweet smile. “Oh, I never could. Good night, Father.”

With that, he stepped out into the dimly lit corridor, the sound of the door closing behind him echoing like the final note of a long and bitter song.

Tywin Lannister sat at the Painted Table, a symbol of Targaryen legacy now serving as the epicenter of delicate negotiations. You stood beside him, a calm but resolute presence that softened the stern edges of his authority.

Moments earlier, Tywin had dismissed one of his trusted men, instructing him to secure the terms demanded by the North. The gesture was a necessary one to ensure that his promises to Jon Snow held firm, though the act of concession left a bitter taste in Tywin’s mouth. Now, the doors of the hall opened once more, revealing Daenerys Targaryen and her entourage.

Daenerys walked at the head of her group, her silver hair gleaming in the firelight, her violet eyes unyielding. Behind her were Tyrion Lannister, Missandei, and Grey Worm, each a reflection of her strength and purpose. Soldiers flanked the hall to ensure their safety, though it was clear from the subtle tension in their postures that this was more than a precaution—it was a necessity.

Tywin’s gaze flickered to Daenerys as she entered, his expression cold and calculated. He gestured to the seats opposite him, his voice clipped. “Take your places.”

Daenerys paused briefly, her gaze sweeping over the room before stepping forward. “I would say it’s good to see you again, Lord Tywin, but that would be a lie.”

Tyrion coughed lightly, muttering, “Charming start.”

Daenerys ignored him, her focus entirely on Tywin as she and her entourage settled into their seats. You remained standing beside Tywin, your presence a quiet but undeniable reminder of the complicated ties that bound this gathering together.

Tywin leaned back slightly, his fingers steepled. “You’ve traveled far, Daenerys Targaryen, only to find yourself on a shore that would prefer you’d stayed in Essos.”

Daenerys’s jaw tightened, but she kept her composure. “I have come to reclaim what is mine. The Iron Throne—my birthright.”

Tywin’s lips curled into a faint smirk at her circling rhetoric, though his gaze was icy. “The world has moved on without you. Your throne is an illusion, a relic of a time long passed. The lords of Westeros will not bow to a foreign invader who brings an army of savages to their shores.”

Grey Worm stiffened at the word savages, his hand instinctively moving toward the hilt of his sword. Missandei placed a calming hand on his arm, her expression unreadable.

Daenerys leaned forward, her voice steady but firm. “You mistake strength for savagery, Lord Tywin. My Unsullied are disciplined, my Dothraki loyal. And my dragons… well, they speak for themselves.”

Tywin’s gaze darkened slightly, but he remained composed. “Your dragons, impressive as they may be, are not enough to hold a kingdom. Power is not about fire and blood—it is about stability, order, and alliances. Things you lack.”

“You speak of alliances,” Daenerys countered, “yet here I stand, speaking with my sister, the blood of my blood. Are we not allies by birthright?”

Tywin’s gaze flickered toward you for a moment before returning to Daenerys. “Your sister,” he said evenly, “is no fool. She understands what you fail to grasp: the Iron Throne is not worth the cost. It is a poisoned seat, a pyre waiting to consume those who fight for it.”

Daenerys’s eyes narrowed, her tone hardening. “Is that why you put your grandson on it? Because you believe it to be worthless?”

Tywin’s smirk returned, faint but cutting. “My grandson sits the throne because I ensure that the realm remains intact. Not because of some foolish belief in destiny or entitlement.”

You glanced at Tywin, your hand lightly brushing against his shoulder. “Perhaps we should hear her out fully before dismissing her intentions.”

Daenerys seized the opportunity, her tone softening slightly as she turned her gaze to you. “Sister, I came here not to fight but to seek your counsel. You are the bridge between our family and the realm. Surely you see the need for change—for justice.”

You held her gaze for a moment, your expression calm but guarded. “Justice is not won with fire and steel alone, Daenerys. It must be tempered with wisdom and understanding.”

Tywin interjected, his voice firm. “Justice? Is that what you call sailing here with dragons and foreign armies? You seek to impose your will on a realm that does not want you. I suggest you return to Essos, where your conquests may still hold meaning.”

Daenerys’s eyes burned with defiance. “I will not return to Essos. Westeros is my home, and I will not be cast aside like some unwanted relic.”

Tywin’s expression turned cold, his words measured and menacing. “Westeros is not your home. You left as a child, and what you return to now is a land that no longer remembers you. You are not the heir you believe yourself to be. Turn back while you still can.”

Tyrion, sensing the rising tension, spoke up quickly. “Perhaps we should focus less on turning back and more on finding common ground. Surely there is a way to avoid bloodshed.”

Tywin’s gaze flicked to his son, his tone sharp. “The only way to avoid bloodshed is for her to abandon this foolish endeavor.”

Daenerys rose from her seat, her expression resolute. “I will not abandon what is mine. If you cannot see the value of standing with me, then I will find those who can.”

Tywin’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing, his silence more damning than any retort.

You stepped forward, your voice calm but firm. “Enough. We are family, whether we like it or not. Let us not make decisions in anger. We will reconvene tomorrow and continue these discussions with clearer heads.”

Daenerys hesitated before nodding curtly. “Very well. Tomorrow.”

She turned and swept from the room, her entourage following close behind. Tywin remained seated, his expression unreadable as he watched her go.

Once the room had cleared, he let out a quiet sigh, his gaze turning to you. “She’s more stubborn than I anticipated.”

You offered a faint smile. “She’s a Targaryen. Were you expecting anything less?”

The darkened skies over Dragonstone was brilliant with faint starlight as Daenerys Targaryen made her way toward the looming shadow of Dragonmont. The wind carried the faint cries of dragons from above, their echoes bouncing off the jagged rocks. Drogon and Rhaegal circled high, their massive forms silhouetted against the moonlight, keeping a wary distance from the lair below.

Ahead, the flickering glow of fire illuminated the entrance to the cavern. Viserion, her sister’s dragon, stood perched atop a jagged outcropping. Her presence was imposing, but it was her posture—head held high, wings partially unfurled, and golden eyes sharp with alertness—that reminded Daenerys this was no ordinary dragon. This was a guardian, and she was on guard.

Daenerys paused at the mouth of the cavern, her eyes scanning the space carefully. The sound of quiet murmuring drifted out, carried on the wind. She stepped forward cautiously, her boots crunching against the gravel.

“Viserion,” she called softly, her voice steady but laced with uncertainty.

The great she-dragon’s head turned sharply toward her, nostrils flaring as she exhaled a plume of smoke. Her eyes locked onto Daenerys, acknowledging her presence but offering no welcome. The dragon’s tail swished against the stone with a low rumble that seemed both a warning and an assertion of dominance.

“Daenerys.”

The familiar voice of her sister, calm and steady, emerged from deeper within the cavern. You stepped into view. You approached slowly, your hand resting gently on Viserion’s neck, the she-dragon leaning into the touch with a low purr.

Daenerys hesitated, her gaze flickering between you and the dragon. “She knows me,” she said, her tone carrying a faint trace of hope.

“She knows of you,” you corrected gently, your expression soft but guarded. “There’s a difference.”

Daenerys stepped closer, her hands outstretched slightly, though she kept her movements deliberate. “Viserion… she is one of mine. I hatched her. I nurtured her. She should remember that.”

Viserion rumbled again, a low, guttural sound that sent a faint tremor through the ground beneath their feet. Her eyes never left Daenerys, watching every step as though weighing her intent.

You tilted your head, your tone thoughtful as you spoke. “Dragons do not think as we do. They are creatures of fire and instinct, drawn to strength and loyalty. Yes, you hatched her, but that does not mean she is yours. Not anymore.”

Daenerys’s brows furrowed, a flicker of frustration crossing her face. “She was mine. She should remember that.”

You shook your head gently, your hand stroking along Viserion’s scales. “Dragons bond with one rider, Daenerys. That bond is unshakable. No matter who hatched them, no matter who raised them, they choose who they will follow.”

Daenerys’s lips pressed into a thin line as she regarded the she-dragon, who had settled slightly but remained alert, her head turning to follow every move Daenerys made. “And she chose you.”

“She did,” you said simply, your voice quiet but firm.

Daenerys’s gaze turned sharp, her tone carrying a hint of bitterness. “Do you think I wanted this? To lose what I created? To be cast aside by my own dragons?”

You stepped closer, your expression softening. “This isn’t about want, Daenerys. Dragons are not weapons or symbols to be wielded at our convenience. They are their own beings, and they choose their paths just as we choose ours.”

For a moment, silence fell between you, the distant cries of Drogon and Rhaegal the only sound. Daenerys turned her gaze skyward, watching her other two dragons circling high above, their massive forms majestic and untouchable. She let out a quiet sigh, her voice softening. “I thought she would remember me. That she would come to me.”

“She remembers you,” you said gently. “But her loyalty is here now. She sees me as her rider, just as Drogon sees you as his.”

Viserion shifted slightly, lowering her head to rest on the stone, though her golden eyes remained locked on Daenerys. The stiffness in her body eased, but there was no mistaking the silent warning in her gaze.

Daenerys took a deep breath, her shoulders sagging slightly. “And what of us, then? Sisters divided by blood, by dragons, by the choices we’ve made?”

You stepped forward, placing a hand lightly on her arm. “We are sisters still. But trust and loyalty, like dragons, must be earned.”

Daenerys’s gaze lingered on you, her expression conflicted. “And what will it take to earn yours?”

You smiled faintly, though there was a sadness in your eyes. “Patience. Understanding. And the willingness to see the world as it is, not as we wish it to be.”

For a moment, Daenerys said nothing, her thoughts a storm of emotions as she processed your words. Then, with a quiet nod, she turned and stepped away, her figure framed by the moonlight as she left the cavern.

Viserion let out a low rumble, her body relaxing fully as you continued to stroke her neck. “It will take time,” you murmured softly, more to yourself than anyone else. “But perhaps there’s hope yet.”

Above, the cries of Drogon and Rhaegal echoed across the night sky, a reminder that the bonds of blood, like dragons, were both powerful and unpredictable.

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Some facts about Taash (and also the Lords of Fortune, the Qunari, Dragons and other related things) gathered from the banters

Featuring Shathaan's stories about the Crows!

I went through all companion banters on DanaDuchy's channel after playing the game to write down all facts about companions/the world that I haven't seen brought up anywhere in the game as a writing reference (and for funsies).

Note: This list may not be exhaustive. I might have missed some something or didn't write it down because I considered it common knowledge. If you have anything to add, please DM me or send an ask! (do specify what banter the information is coming from, though)

Note 2: Posts from this series (mostly) don't include information from banters specific to quests or between companions and faction members. I plan to do another playthrough to capture more of those and will add any relevant info to the character posts.

Other characters' posts: Bellara, Davrin, Harding, Lucanis, Emmrich, Neve. I'm also planning a post about just the Lighthouse some time later

About Taash

General:

Taash gets grumpy if they stay inside for too long

Taash may polish their treasure hoard or clean the dishes (even somebody else's) to get out of their head

When Taash is feeling sad, they ask somebody else about how they are doing, so they can focus on somebody else instead of themselves

Taash doesn’t like talking about their feelings because it makes them sad (Lucanis can relate)

Taash doesn't read books before bed because they have a tendency to stay up past their bedtime to finish the exciting parts

Taash seems to care quite a lot about fibre and digestive health (they are so real for that). For example, they enjoy the smell of coffee but don’t drink it because it’s bad for their guts

Taash drinks alcohol

Taash once requested Bellara/Lucanis to cook them a demon (the suggestion was disregarded)

Taash liked Lucanis’s deep-fried peppers

Taash liked Bellara’s stir-fry

(If Rook is in romance with Taash) A spirit of devotion appears next to Taash after they enter a relationship

Taash doesn’t want to look for more dragonfire tablets because “they are just more orders”, and they already have enough

Taash doesn’t kill in cold blood and needs to get angry in order to kill someone

Taash has good taste in gemstones, knowing which colours match which (based on the banters where they recommend gemstones for Emmrich’s lich helmet). They say it’s a Lord of Fortune thing, they have to know how to make gems look good

Taash isn’t afraid of the Fade, because the spirits there mind their own business and don’t try to possess anyone (or anything)

Taash thinks that even if the Nevarrans almost brought their dragons to extinction, they will still come back eventually

Taash is extremely excited to hear that Morrigan can (potentially) turn into a dragon and wants to ask her about it next time they meet

Taash doesn’t mind finding no loot when hunting dragons because as long as you survived an encounter with a dragon, you have a new story to tell

Taash doesn't think of dragons as monsters since they are a natural part of the world and have been around longer than anyone else

On fire-breathing:

Taash started breathing fire when they were a toddler

Taash needs to eat greens after breathing fire, or they get headaches

According to healers, fire breathing hurts Taash’s lungs

Taash accidentally set their first female partner’s hair on fire during their first sex

Taash once tried to cook with their dragon breath and accidentally melted a pot and set the kitchen on fire

On Taash’s sense of smell:

Taash got their heightened sense of smell after they got sick and couldn't breathe through the nose for a couple of months. After they recovered they could suddenly smell everything

Tassh can smell when someone is ovulating. They can also smell who had been in the room before them, and who is hungover

Taash could also tell Neve got together with Rook or Lucanis from the smell even before anybody told them

To Taash, Minrathous smells rainy and ‘like rich people hurting poor people’

Early life and the relationship with Shathann:

Taash learnt to swim before they learnt to walk

Shathann sometimes wouldn't let Taash play/go swimming until they finished their studies (like being able to tell the difference between some pottery shards)

Shathann gifted Taash axes during one of the gift-giving holidays when they were younger. They were simple kindling choppers, but Shathann helped decorate them to make them look like Qunari weapons. During a conversation with Bellara, Taash realises that may be the reason they are still using axes to this day

Axes are also good at lodging between dragon scales and allows them to climb up

Taash grew up poor, though they didn’t realise it because Shathann always made sure they had enough food, even at her expense (like pretending she didn’t want to eat because “Rivaini food is too rich for her”)

Taash spent the money they made from their first job as Lord of Fortune on buying Shathaan a dress. Shathann didn’t appreciate it, instead urging Taash to buy themselves boots or some other useful things

Shathann hated apples because their skin would get stuck in her teeth (“Evataash, that fruit is stupid!”)

If Taash chooses to pursue Rivaini culture and wear Shathann’s horn as jewellery, they have a blacksmith do runes in the old Qunari language along the edges and get a Seer to bless it

Shathann stopped telling stories about the Crows after Taash once climbed on the roof to play as a Crow

The things Shathann taught Taash about the Crows:

Antivan Crows make themselves invisible to dragons by imitating the dragon's shadow

Antivan Crows coat the beaks of actual crows with poison so that the crows can kill people by pecking

Antivan Crows can slow down their breathing until they become invisible

Antivan Crows come through houses at night and kill children who aren’t in bed

Antivan Crows can do a special move that stops their enemy's heart

Antivan Crows can strangle a Qunari with their own dar-saam (but only if it’s tied incorrectly)

Relationships with companions:

Bellara gives Taash advice on cooking dinner for their mother

Davrin teaches Taash to use buckets filled with water and sand for lifting

Taash has never flown a kite before and asks Harding to teach them

Harding's mother sends Taash a letter with homemade candies after Shathann’s death, calling it “a hug from afar” (Taash appreciated the gesture and liked the candy)

(If Rook is in romance with Taash) Taash asks Lucanis about what Rook likes to eat, and Lucanis offers to teach them how to make coffee/tea/chiocolata calda

Taash isn’t scared of Spite, and even convinces (or more like intimidates) him not to talk about how other people smell without their permission

Lucanis agrees to teach Taash how to kill targets with flair (with varying degrees of success when it comes to cool one-liners) and then plans to ask Teia to make a Crow cape just for them (Taash is very excited about it, as they love crow capes)

Taash insists Neve should get some trophy from Aelia (a ring, or an amulet with her name) to show everyone she beat her, and doesn’t understand why Neve isn’t interested in something like that

Taash offers their blood to Neve for blood magic purposes (Neve doesn’t take up the offer)

Taash thinks Neve’s ‘dresses’ are pretty

Taash thinks nobody can go toe-to-toe in magic with Neve

Taash offers to hook Neve up with their jeweller to get her a discount (in case she wants a new leg) because “Neve deserves nice things”

Lords of Fortune:

Lords of Fortune have a drunk game where they throw a goblet made from fool’s gold into the water for others to find. Whoever finds it gets free drinks for the rest of the night. The game has only one rule: no punching in the junk

There is also another drunk game where drunk Lords jump off a giant cliff. The only rule is not to hit the water face-first

Even if those are “drunk games”, you can participate in them sober, as long as you are willing to be as stupid as the drunk people

The Lords of Fortune pick new jobs by Isabela throwing daggers at a map or racing nugs (the winner picks the job - could be its owner, or the nug itself)

The lords used to blindfold Mateo (the faction merchant) and spin him around in circles until he tripped on something like a map. They stopped doing that because a Seer told them to quit (the whole thing gave Mateo headaches)

After Shathann is gone, Taash is in charge of appraising Qunari artifacts for the Lords until they find a better expert

The Lords of Fortune work with a Dalish clan keeper Shivanas (Taash calls them ‘Shiv’) who appraises artefacts for them (tells them what’s okay to sell and not to sell etc.)

After losing his hand, a Lord named Bernst got a lock-pick hand prosthetic decorated with gems

About Dragons:

Different breeds of dragons can mate and produce offspring. That’s how ice- and lightning-breathing dragons came about

The muscles of dragon wings’ are vulnerable behind. Another weakness is the underbelly

Fighting Dragons is all about making them come to you, either by having them see you as a threat (so they come down to assert dominance) or prey (so they come down to eat you)

There is a dragon called Wildervale Spitter, which can breathe fire or poison gas. The “fire breath” is actually just poison that burns when the dragon breathes. Most dragons always ignite their breath. The Spitter's special for being able to choose whether to light it up.

Dragons have an extra eyelid that they shut while breathing fire in order to protect their eyes

About Qunari etc.:

Eb-ketarra means something like “growing memories.” When you graft someone’s horn onto yours, you also add their strength to yourself

Qunari food uses a lot of oil for frying

Qunari have a much better sense of smell than humans

Qunari can bury their dead with large jars inlaid with a flame pattern. It’s called ‘issalatar’ and is empty inside, representing that the deceased’s body is also empty now that their spirit is gone

The Rivaini armada can hold its own against the Antaam fleet, but only in good weather. They can’t match the Antaam in firepower, but they can outsail them

Isabela is apparently still a captain of the Siren’s Call

#probably a bit late in saying this but if you are interested in where a specific piece of information is coming from feel free to ask #I more or less remember where all facts in all posts came from #when I started taking these notes I never would have thought Taash's would end up the longest #that's how you know that personal bias wasn't involved because if it was we would have a 3k-word Bellara post on our hands but here we are #well taash is my second favourite. *maybe* the biases were involved #also probably has something to do with the fact I started taking more and more notes as time went on #and I listened to Taash's banters last #well I am planning to make revisions to the posts when I play the game again (very soon TM) so maybe the others will catch up #and thank you so much to everyone who reblogged and said something nice in the tags every single one of them means the world to me <3 #dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #veilguard spoilers #taash #lace harding #neve gallus #meta #references #datv banter #flowers.txt #Shathann #lords of fortune #datv banters

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breelandwalker · 1 day ago

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Wolf Moon - January 13 2025

Shake off the cold and sing to the sky, witches - it’s time for the Wolf Moon!

Wolf Moon

The Wolf Moon is the name given to the full moon which occurs in the month of January. The name is said to be derived from the sound of wolves howling with hunger while prey is scarce in the midst of winter. Given that we now know that wolves howl mostly for communication, my personal opinion is that people huddled in their homes during a very dark and dangerous time of year probably noticed these sounds a lot more readily with little else to occupy their time as they waited out the winter, and thus were set to worrying about ravenous beasts invading their villages and farmsteads. (It’s worth noting that wolves preying on livestock was a very real concern for most people outside major cities for many centuries, so this isn’t entirely unfounded.)

The name also calls to mind the howling of the wind during winter storms, or whistling around the eaves during the long cold nights. And for those of us who might not have been careful with our spending over the holidays, I might cite a tongue-in-cheek reference to the wolves being at the door when those credit card bills come due.

[For those not familiar with the English phrase, to have “a wolf at the door” is a saying that refers to some imminent hardship or disaster. In modern parlance, this is usually applied to poor finances or looming bankruptcy.]

This month, the moon peaks at 5:27pm EST on Monday January 13th, so the moon may appear to be full on the nights of the 12th or 13th, depending on where you are in the world.

Some North American indigenous names for the month of January and its’ moon are Cold Moon (Cree), Center Moon (Assiniboine), Severe Moon (Dakota), Ice Moon (Catawba), and Spirit Moon (Ojibwe). Other names include Mantis Moon (South African origins), Quiet Moon (Celtic), and Moon After Yule (Anglo-Saxon).

What Does It Mean For Witches?

As a new year dawns, it’s time for rest and reflection before we set out on the next phase of our journey. While the cold weather lingers, take some time to sit by the fire, literally or metaphorically, and take stock of where you stand, what resources are available, and what you plan to do with them.

Check in with your near-and-dear following the mad rush of the holiday season as well. Make sure that friends, family, and community members around you are doing all right. Offer support and kindness where you can, but don’t overextend yourself. It’s your time to recuperate too, and it is good and healthy to set boundaries which allow time and space for yourself.

While it's a bit early to expect progress on our goals and resolutions, the beginning of a new calendar year is a good time to lay the foundation for what we intend to do with the year to come and to reflect on the year that has just ended. It's also the perfect time for self-assessment in your craft. Take a moment to acknowledge where you are, how you've grown, and what you might like to do next. Perhaps do some journaling on the subject, if you're so inclined. You can outline your craft knowledge and beliefs, mark the lessons you've learned, or record your progress. (This is a great way to measure future milestones and personal growth!)

What Witchy Things Can We Do?

Winter is a prime time for storytelling. Back in the days before internet or television or radio, people would often read to each other or tell tales to pass the time. Consider re-reading a favorite book that inspires you or exploring some region of folklore or mythology you’ve been meaning to look into. If you have children who are of an age to enjoy stories, read them some of your favorites or introduce them to something new. Share stories and discussions with your witchy circle too!

While you’re at it, take a moment to examine the role that folklore and stories play in your practice. If you subscribe to a particular mythos, be it through deities or just general belief, consider which parts of it resonate the most with you and why.

Consider also the lessons of the winter season - the necessity of rest between periods of growth and activity, and the role of death, cold, and darkness in the natural cycles of life. What do these things mean to you and your practice? Are they a source of fear or fascination? Do you come alive in the winter or bundle up and wait for spring? How can you best remind yourself to pause for breath as the year goes on?

And of course, the beginning of a new year is an excellent time for goal-setting and divination. You’re making resolutions for your mundane life, so make a few for your craft while you’re at it, and pull out your cards or runes or pendulum for a New Year forecast on how things might go. If you need some ideas or inspiration, you can check out this article on Casting The Bones or try this craft-building exercise to Create Your Own Personal Runes.

Happy Wolf Moon, witches! 🐺🌕

SOURCES & FURTHER READING:

Bree’s Lunar Calendar Series

Bree’s Secular Celebrations Series

Wolf Moon: Full Moon in January, The Old Farmer’s Almanac.

Why The 2025 January Wolf Moon Is So Insanely Powerful, The Peculiar Brunette.

Casting The Bones: How to Read and Throw Bones, The Peculiar Brunette.

Witchcraft Exercise - Creating Your Own Runes, Bree NicGarran. (Masterlist here)

Moon Info - Full Moon Dates for 2025

Calendar-12 - 2025 Moon Phases

Everyday Moon Magic: Spells & Rituals for Abundant Living, Dorothy Morrison, Llewellyn Publications, 2004.

Image Source: What Is A Wolf Moon?, The Fact Site.

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supper-ansuta-broth · 8 hours ago

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Hey guys!

As of the most recent Akatsuki event, fans of Ensemble Stars! across the globe have begun voicing their anger with the distasteful, ignorant, and outright bigoted nature of the franchise's story as a whole (most prominently (but not exclusively) its racist structure, undertones, plot points, and rhetoric). I have always been of the opinion that Happy Elements K.K. as a company is not worthy of respect, and wholly do not care about fans' and users' input, feelings, concerns, and criticisms. Time and time again, H.E. have not only put their own bottom line first, but have made it their only concern.

Needless to say, I am not only disappointed but infuriated with this company. While I am an optimist who hopes to see the best come from any situation, this is not one of the cases where this would be a realistic outlook. Because of this, posts on here will likely be infrequent, as I don't want anyone to believe that even for a moment I think their decisions are excusable.

That being said, while I encourage everyone to do their part in reminding H.E. over and over how much harm they've caused and the colossal damage they've done to their IP, I must also remind everyone that most of a gacha's game's profits come from the small percentage of its highest paying players (i.e. "whales"), and that H.E. has a long history of not listening to its playerbase's concerns and criticisms, even going as far as to silence them and block them for speaking up. They do not care what you think. They care about money, first foremost and only. Be active and speak up, don't support their shitty business practices, but don't run yourselves into the ground in the process of doing so, because at the end of the day they will continue trucking along-- they are too big to fail.

I encourage everyone to direct their focus towards fan creators, and send them as much of your kindness and love as possible. Support the people who create things due to passion and love, not just for money. Enstars has been lacking passionate stories for a long time anyway, with only a handful every now and again. Everyone who creates anything, no matter their skill level, deserves compassion and support. And if you're someone who wants to create something but fears mediocrity, create it anyway. Every great artist was consistently mediocre until they grew enough in their skill to start producing some things they like.

Additionally, this is in no way the fault of the seiyuu, the employees of H.E. who are not in charge of making decisions for the story, or anyone else who isn't directly involved with the meat of what makes Enstars, Enstars. These people are not to blame. Direct your ire towards the writers, the executives, and anyone else who allows these decisions to pass.

That's all I have to say for now. If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask. I can't guarantee I'll get around to everything in a timely manner, but I assure you I will answer anything I can. Thank you for reading.

#not fun fact #ensemble stars #enstars #あんさんぶるスターズ #あんスタ

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tangerinesmommy · 3 days ago

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''Do whatever you want love, I'm Yours'' (3.2K Words Story)

A Submissive Tangerine × Fem!Reader Fic

⚠️ WARNING/KINKS: NSFW, SMUT, SEX, CUNNINLINGUS, MAN EATING PUSSY, HEAVY USE OF TERMS OF ENDEARMENTS, FEMDOM, ORAL, F(receiving oral), M(giving oral), descriptions of eating pussy, submissive man, dominant woman, mommydom, good boy, comfort, falling in love

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‘I think, I might fall in love with you.’

The words Tangerine said, were still lingering in your mind.

He was wrapped up in your arms when you woke up feeling content, with a big grin across your face.

What a silly fucking man he is. He really said he fell in love with you after the night you two spend together. It was true- the sex was far from imperfections and you two just sorta clicked. Humour wise, personality wise. It also helped that you were awestruck by his looks. His cold blue eyes were endless. His warm orange mustache- so fucking irresistible.

…for some reason what he said didn’t feel all too silly, did it?

His curly hair was a mess and you noticed some of the hickeys that you left last night. It seemed like he was full of them, but you couldn’t fully see from the blanket covering him.

Moreover, there was such a peaceful expression plastered on his face. All snuggled into you, using you as his body pillow.

It felt strangely comforting having this stranger over.

Just that he didn’t feel like a stranger to you right now. It’s been a while since you felt this adoration and desire for someone. Even more so, for someone you didn’t even know. You don’t even know this ‘Tangerine’ fella. You probably don’t even know his real name. Still here he is. Laying in your bed, wrapped up in your arms- with his head practically resting on your soft breasts. And the world couldn’t feel more at peace.

He looked at peace, you felt at peace.

A cute little smile on his face as he was sleeping, soft snores coming out of him, peacefully breathing onto your skin, calming you down. The fuzzy feeling of inner peace and love filling your soul. A wave of protectiveness washing over you.

You wanted to keep him safe. Safe from the world, safe in your arms- safe with you.

And you wanted to listen to his stupid little snores for however long he’d let you.

You haven’t fallen in love, nor have you felt like falling in love- in FUCKING ages now.

Your own life was too busy. Work too stressful. There was always- always too much going on to find time to meet somebody. To make somebody part of your daily routine, to share, live and grow with somebody. And yet here he was.

Some gorgeous orange haired man, some stranger named after a fruit, marked up with hickeys from the night you spent with him- laying in your arms and sleeping peacefully.

A slutty orange haired man and some woman obsessed with making him, hers. What an odd love story.

‘Mhh… morning, love’ you let go of him as he clears his throat, yawns and stretches. The way- the provocative fucking way his mustache moved with his lips as he spoke turned you so unbelievably on.

‘Morning, Tangerine’ you respond with a smile and he smiles back at you before turning to his side and snuggling up against you, again. He let out a chuckle and your heart fluttered. Whens the last time you fell in love? Is this what it felt like?

You held him close to you and caressed his back in a soothing manner. He let out small grunts and sighs and you chuckled with him.

‘You weren’t that ticklish yesterday.’

‘And excuse ya love, I’m not. I’m just feeling…’ and there it was again. He raised his head, looked up to you. His blue eyes locking with yours and you hoping he meant what he said. That last night was more than just some hook-up. That last night was as meaningful to him as, you realised it has been to you. That this all wasn’t just in your head. More than wishful thinking, more than just a little crush. You two held eye contact for a mere couple of seconds, both of you smiling and anticipating his words. And the world stood still as he spoke softly ‘…enamoured.’

He was good at making impressions, wasn’t he just?

‘What you said yesterday about falling in love with me. Was that something you really meant or was it just something you said in the moment?’

‘Oh wow, you don’t ever hold back, do ya?’ He laughed and supported himself on his arms, looking around the room. Which finally gave you a chance to get a good look on the hickeys you left.

Seemed like you really don’t hold back when it comes to him.

He cleared his throat, his hand raising to move his hair back and feel up his mustache as he answers. ‘Well Darling, you asked me bluntly. I think you can take a blunt answer then. I haven’t known ya for very long, but it’s been years since I've felt this spark in me… enlighten. It’s been years since the last time that I’ve felt hopeful about getting to know somebody. In my line of work, in my life so far I haven’t been able to trust… nor rely on a lot of people but-’ he looked to you and you couldn’t help and realise how very well spoken he was when not begging for you to treat him roughly.

‘… something about you feels different and I can’t say that I haven’t been a bit of a hopeless romantic all my life, but you feel like what I’d imagine love at first sight to feel like.’

There was a moment of silence as you let his words and the realisation of what he said sink in. In the meantime, Tangerine reached out his hand to take yours, raising it to his lips and kissing your knuckles softly.

‘What about you then? Any reciprocating feelings or am I getting ahead of myself now?’

‘I like you too.’

‘Ah, are we back to high school now? Ya want me to write one of those little YES/NO/MAYBE letters to you now luv?’

He joked. You laughed. Still holding on to your hand, kissing it, anticipating your words with his eyes locked onto yours.

‘Well, pretty boy, something about you does feel… special. Something about you feels right. Like, I look at your face and I want nothing else but to spend the rest of my life with that sexy mustache on my side. You know? Kissing me, eating me out.’

Love- and perhaps also Lust confessions come so easy when staring into eyes, that are as endless as any ocean you’ve ever seen. Waves of love coming over you the longer you stare.

‘Okay well, I have more to offer than just my mustache though.’ He whispers against your hand, chuckling as he plants another kiss on it, still holding on to you. It’s clear you’re both eye-fucking eachother when he starts kissing your wrists.

Instantly you grabbed his chin, pulling him towards you and kissing him ferociously. Sticking your tongue deep inside his mouth, feeling it up. Placing your hands on the back of his head and on the side of his face, pulling him closer.

He didn’t resist, not that he wanted to anyways. He let you lick, kiss and feel up his mouth however hard you wanted to. Pulling him closer and closer, a bit of drool dripping out from how hard you went. He didn’t do much with his tongue, just moaned into you. Wait. He didn’t do much with his tongue?

You pulled out with a bit of a puzzled look and a small whiny pout.

‘Why aren’t you doing anything, darling? You okay?’

He smiled teasingly. What a bastard. ‘Just saving my tongue for something else.’

You understood. And god you wanted nothing more.

‘Oh? Is that so? Somebody’s eager to please.’

‘Of course I am. I’m your good boy, remember?’

Marry me-

is what you wanted to say, but it was a bit early for that, wasn’t it?

So many thoughts filled your head, your heart started racing, but before you could say anything Tangerine started kissing your chin.

As soft as anyone has ever kissed it before, you barely could feel it. His lips touched you softly, his perfect mustache brushing against you, it tickled and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

He nipped at it playfully too. You felt surprised at how careful and affectionate he was being. But you enjoyed it. Greatly. So you didn’t do much besides watching.

For now.

Your chin to your neck were being kissed softly. He was careful, not to leave any marks.

Very much unlike you.

Kissing your collarbone, with his mustache grazing your skin. You were so sensitive already, so turned on- his mustache tickled you extra much. He was getting a lot of irregular breaths out of you. His lips leaving pecks, making small endearing sound- whining with how eager he was to please you.

It didn’t take him very long to reach your breasts. Kissing your right one, massaging your left one with his hand. It was as if his hand and lips were synced, sucking on your nipple with the exact same delicate strength that he was pinching the other one with.

Tangerine was sucking eagerly and moaning as he did. Fuck.

Both of you were breathing heavily by now. Your brain had stopped working with how turned on you were, and all you could do is reach your hand up to his hair and ruffle his curls.

At some point you had enough willpower to huff out the words ‘good boy’ while stroking his hair and pulling it slightly. Getting moans out of him, as he was out of you.

He chuckled. ‘listen it’s fine. Just let me pamper you a bit, mommy’

He knows damn well what gets you going, It’s not even been a full day. And he already knows how to play with you.

‘Fuck you.’

‘You can.’

Both of you shared looks, laughed and he continued taking his sweet time pampering and worshipping your breasts, specifically your hardened nipples.

It made you moan a lot more, than you would have thought.

Tangerine was not only talented, he was very observant. He had worked you up, left you wanting more.

Usually people would take this chance to tease you, make you beg and dominate.

But Tangerine did not. No, he held onto his words of being a good boy. One that wants to please you, worship you and eat you out.

So when he noticed from your body language that you were ready for more and wanted more- he didn’t waste a single second, to give you exactly what you wanted.

Kissing down a trail from your breasts to your belly. Nipping at your sensitive belly button carefully but enough to make you buck your hips. His hands following him down your body, gripping your sides and tracing your curves. Caressing you before they grip your thighs.

His breath hitched at the sight of your core. Yours did, at the sight of him down there.

You didn’t know what to expect when he lifted his face and locked eyes with you.

But you noticed his demeanour, his devotion showing. You could tell from his body language that he was deep inside of that mind space, they call subspace. Ready to serve, ready to be yours once more.

‘May I have your permission?’

‘To do what?’

You replied with confidence and dominance. Your mommy persona, your assertiveness, your authority- that he so clearly respected and yearned for, showing.

Even with you being so sensitive from the pampering he’s been doing to your body- You will always be in control. You would always be Mommy.

And you could see from his smirk, that he loved it.

He was flustered as you asked him to clarify, but he couldn’t hide that he was into it and into you.

‘To eat you out, miss. To make you cum, make y-‘

‘Shush, you do. Now put your mouth to use already.’

After all that teasing, you were eager as well. Eager for him to eat you out, eager for him to make you feel good.

The moment he stuck his face into your cunt, you heard him moan.

A low, guttural sort of moan- coming out of him the moment, he breathed you in.

Some words, some nothings were mumbled from his side. The vibrations of him speaking into you making you, even wetter.

‘Fucking hell.’

Tangerine didn’t seem like he could hold himself back anymore.

His tongue licked from you slit to your most sensitive clit. A big fat, wet stripe, teasing enough to have you groan. Before you could instruct him to do anymore, he was already making nasty wet sounds. Slurping, mumbling, moaning.

He was your slut, for sure.

But he was good at what he did. Working on your inner lips (inner labias).

Sucking on them. Feeling them on his nose. Breathing them in. Groaning.

Like a starved fucking man, with your pussy the source for life itself.

He added a finger soon enough. But you noticed how he wasn't looking at you. His eyes were closed.

‘Aren’t you gonna look at me, dear?’

‘Y/n you taste so fucking good. I’m sorry love, I-‘ he looked at you and oh how you missed his sluttyself.

‘No, no. That's not your choice to make, baby. Keep your eyes on mommy.’

He wasn’t hesitant to follow the orders you gave him. Not at all.

’Yes, mommy.’

‘See that’s better.’

Tangerine moved from your inner labia to your clit, his mustache kept on tickling you. You loved every desperate noise and movement he was making and kept on staring at him.

And he truly was trying to keep his eyes locked with yours, but you tasted like heaven to him, so his eyes kept on fluttering.

Your hand moved through his locks, giving his scalp a massage before gripping a fistful of his fluffy curls to hold onto. He struggled even more to keep his eyes open now, moaning at your grip. ‘Fuck, darling’

The hand that kept on holding a fistful of your ass went to your cunt. And he slipped his index finger in. Although, with how wet you were it took only a sweet little chuckle from the both of you, to know you were ready to take two.

He pointed them upward and started the cliche motion of ‘come here’. Hitting your G-spot repeatedly. It certainly got you breathless and moaning quite fast.

His tongue kept on softly sucking your clitoris. Flicking it with his tongue and at the same time sucking it into his mouth more and more.

The mix between his hands and mouth stimulating you was one thing, but what was even hotter was how desperate he was being.

How desperately he wanted to please his mommy.

How with every lick, he moaned into you. Desperately trying to get closer to you, shoving his face into you deeper and deeper.

He’d gotten you far into bliss. Making you feel so much pleasure.

It brought him so much pleasure, he started humping the bed.

Humping out of neediness, out of eagerness. Humping because he wanted to give you his everything and his all.

The sight, the Touches. His desperation, his Neediness- his Submissiveness.

All things that got you closer and closer.

Your legs were spasming. With your thighs clamping around his head, almost suffocating him.

But if he’d die right there, he’d die a happy man.

Your back was arched with all the pleasure going through your body. And you kept on holding onto his hair. The grip strengthening.

Pulling it- his head, his hair towards you. With your body shaking the way that it was, you pulled him upwards. He was fighting back, trying hard to stay nose-deep inside your cunt.

His eyes- now fully focused on yours.

You, yourself couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore. It was overwhelming, all he was doing to your body felt simply- too good.

Too pleasurable, too exhilarating. Too Perfect.

He didn’t stop and you didn’t want him to.

You kept on pulling his hair. Being overtaken by the pleasure.

Until you heard him scream. Not a guttural low moan, it was a deep scream of pain. You let go of his hair immediately, realising it was you who brought him pain.

‘Fuck, I’m so sorry.'

Obviously you didn’t mean to hurt him, you also didn’t mean for him to pull away his mouth and stop eating you out.

Before you could say anymore and tend his scalp, Tangerine said words that made you cum from just the sounds of them.

‘Do whatever you want love, I’m yours.’

That simple phrase, those simple words.

From the man that was a mere stranger a few hours ago and is now slowly turning into the love of your life- made you cum, instantly.

He was a bit surprised to see you cum from his words, but the smug smile on his revealed his pride. You two laughed it off and he licked you clean.

What a gentleman.

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Finally out of bed, sitting in your kitchen you made coffee for the both of you.

It was the first time, in what felt like ages, you two saw eachother in clothes again.

Some robe of yours bound lazily around your waist and him dressed in his normal suit attire again, with only his hair a bit out of place. The rest of him looking as taken care of as when you met him.

You handed him a mug and sat across him. Both of you laughing to eachother lovingly, once again eye-fucking.

‘Love, I wanted to tell ya, you taste fuckin divine. Excuse my language’

He sipped on his coffee and smiled at you, before briefly looking away. You kept your eyes on him and noticed the distress in his expression.

His eyes said so much. They were telling a story to you. You could see the pain in them. The man must have been through something. At the same time, his eyes were so unbelievably cold. Was it only because they were blue? You wonder what it is he does for a living.

There was still so much that you didn’t know about Tangerine or his life. But whatever it was like. You wanted him to share it with you, to become a part of it and make it better.

He sighed out loud.

With a very concerned tone in your voice you asked him.

’What is it?’

And with a big sigh he started talking.

‘..As much as I’d love to, I don’t know if I can fit a relationship into my life-‘

Your heart broke momentarily. Of course. Of course! It was too good to be true, wasn’t it just?

No, it was fine. Your own life was too busy anyway. You were just being dramatic. Pfft- catching feelings for a hook-up. Some stranger named after a fruit, ha.

‘It’s okay, I under-’

‘Let me finish.’

‘Oh?’ You laughed, his sharp tone catching you off guard.

He looked embarrassed, speaking with a tone like that, to you.

‘Mhm, Sorry love, force of habit. Hear me out, please.’

You nodded. And he cleared his throat.

‘As much as I’d love to, I don’t know if I can fit a relationship into my life, but I would very much like to try.’

A soft smile formed on your face.

‘I’d like that.’

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honeyjars-sims · 3 days ago

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Part 2 Prologue #1: Growth Mindset

Author's Note: I made some changes to my plans so the next few posts will be the prologue to Part 2 of Safe Harbor. They will fill in some gaps from the last chapter and set things up for the next chapter!

I’m preparing for my therapy appointment but this time instead of making the drive to Evergreen Harbor, I’m logging into our meeting on my PC.

“So how are things going in San Sequoia?” Khadija asks me once we’re both settled in.

“It’s going great,” I tell her. It’s a little weird seeing her on the screen instead of in person, but before long our conversation feels as comfortable as ever.

“I’m glad to hear it! Is everything going okay with your roommate? I know you were a little apprehensive moving in with someone you don’t know that well.”

“Yeah, Paul’s pretty cool. I figured he would be, being Lucy’s brother and all. And everyone in the community has been welcoming.”

“So no secret cult activity?”

“Nope,” I laugh. “If anyone’s performing any rituals, they’re doing a good job of keeping it under wraps.” My impression of my neighbors so far has been that they’re mostly wannabe bohemians–they like the idea of a homesteading lifestyle but don’t want to fully commit to a life without modern luxuries. Pretentious, maybe, but not harmful.

“It sounds like you like it there.”

“I do. It’s different, but it’s fun. I’ve been helping out with the animals; you know, cleaning the chicken coop and milking the goat, stuff like that. I even helped hatch a chick!”

Khadija laughs. “I have to say, I never expected you to be out in the field doing labor.”

“I didn’t expect it either, but it’s not that bad. I guess I’ve been doing a lot of new stuff lately. Paul convinced me to join a yoga class and I think it’s helped me relax. And would you believe I’ve been doing cross-stitch?”

“Cross-stitch? I wouldn’t have pictured that either, but it sounds nice.”

“Yeah, it takes a lot of patience because I messed up a lot at first, but it's kind of relaxing in a way.”

“Relaxation seems to be a big focus for you right now.”

“I guess so. I’ve been trying to find new ways to regulate my emotions like you suggested. Honestly, I’m feeling really good right now.”

“I can tell. I’m really proud of your progress, Johnny. I can see you’re really putting in the work.”

“Yep, even when it comes to the hard stuff, like having to talk to Lacey, I’ve been able to work through my feelings and do what I need to.”

“Oh yeah, how did that go by the way?”

“It was okay. I just told her what I said to you, that I think she’s a really great person and I value her friendship, but I just don’t have romantic feelings for her. And I apologized for leading her on.”

“How did she take it?”

“Pretty well, I guess. I could tell she was disappointed, maybe even hurt, but she was cool about it. Work was a little awkward for a bit but I think we’ve worked past the worst of it.”

I'm glad that Lacey and I are still friends, but I do feel bad still about how everything went down with her. She's everything that I thought I wanted, but for some reason, it just wasn't clicking for me. The whole thing makes me more empathetic to what Lexie went through when she broke up with me; it really doesn't feel much better to be on the other side of things.

“Well, I’m proud of you for doing the right thing, even if it was difficult. I think it says a lot that you’re trusting your own feelings and not getting hung up on what you think you should do. I’d like to see you do that more often. How does that sound to you?”

“Good, but a little scary,” I answer.

“A little fear is understandable as long as it’s not keeping you from growing. I think you can work through it, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I think so.” I wasn't sure I'd ever get to this place, but for once in my life, I actually feel like I can handle whatever's coming my way. And I can't wait to take it on.

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we fell in love in the middle of nowhere – steve harrington

▶︎ NOW PLAYING: middle of nowhere by frawley

⸺ summary: Hawkins, Indiana was never enough for (Y/N). She had big dreams and an even bigger future ahead of her. Everyone always said she was destined for more than the small Indiana town could ever give her. She could only hope Steve was too.

⸺ author's note: I'm gonna be editing/rewriting and posting all of my stories that were on my old account onto here since I have no inspiration to write anything new right now lol

We used to meet up at the park

We knew the shortcuts all by heart

Raced to the top of the swing set

To escape the town that we lived in

We fell in love in the middle of nowhere

“You sure took your sweet time, Harrington,” You say as soon as you see the unmistakable head of hair belonging to the one and only Steve Harrington.

“Sorry, babe. You know how long it takes to get this under control,” he says with a smirk, gesturing to his hair. He strolls over to where you’re sitting on the swing and stands in front of you. You stand up to greet him, and he takes you into his arms. Leaning in as if to kiss you, he whispers, “Race you to the top of the swing set,” before taking off.

“Cheater!” You yell, running after him. You catch up with him and watch as he stands victorious at the top of the playground. “No fair,” you pout at him. Steve laughs before reaching toward you to brush a strand of hair that had fallen into your face. He stares into your eyes as you struggle to catch your breath.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he whispers, staring into your eyes. Before you get a chance to respond, he’s leaning in and kissing you.

I always hated that small town

I couldn’t wait ‘til I got out

Couldn’t drive but I had some car keys

And you promised you would come with me

But you stayed in the middle of nowhere

You and Steve had the time of your lives that summer. But there was always the desire for something more. You had been ecstatic when the chance came for you to get out of Hawkins, Indiana.

“Your parents bought you a car?” Steve gawked, making you laugh.

“Yeah, it’s a present for graduating with straight ‘A’s,” you explained, holding up your car keys.

“You don’t even have your license,” Steve frowned, and you rolled your eyes.

“I will soon. And when I do, I’m taking this baby and getting the hell out of this town,” you said, looking longingly at your new car.

“You know I’ll follow you anywhere,” Steve had promised, punctuating it with a kiss to your cheek. But when the time came, you drove away in your new car, leaving Steve in your rear view mirror.

Tell me how we ended up miles apart

With nothing in my bag and only half a heart

I knew that it was stupid

But I just needed a change

As you stand in a new town, unfamiliar faces all around you, you can’t help but wonder how you ended up so far away from the boy you loved. Dragging your near-empty suitcase behind you, you leave the airport, leaving more than just your old clothes behind.

Now part of me is sitting in the place we met

The front seat of your car smelled like cigarettes

I guess I kinda loved it

‘Cause it’s etched inside my brain

Sitting in the cab on the way to your new apartment, you can’t help but think back to a better time. A less lonely time.

“Those things will kill you, y’know,” you say, watching as Steve takes a drag of his cigarette. He shrugs but takes it out of his mouth and flicks it out of the window.

“Better?” He asks, one eyebrow raised in question.

“Much,” you say, leaning in to kiss him. You could still taste the cigarette smoke on his tongue.

I tried to change

To be someone new

So I went to Paris to be in a city

That’s time zones away

Now I’m up ‘til two (I’m up ‘til two)

I made it all the way, but it’s no use

My heart’s in the middle of nowhere with you

Paris was the opposite of Hawkins. Filled with bustling crowds of people, unfamiliar noises, and cars racing past, you can’t help but wonder what the hell you were thinking. You had told Steve you wanted a change. You didn’t want to be the girl with big dreams who never made it out. But now, as you lie awake in bed at two in the morning, you can’t help but wonder if it would have been all that bad to stay in the middle of nowhere with him.

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tinfoil-jones · 4 hours ago

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What would Gideon's role and motivation be in Jerk Ford verse, since the text in Ford's journals are trolling bs? Would he get the amulet or get the idea that all journals would be a gateway to an unimaginable power?

In Journal 2, Jerk Ford left out the part about the Amulet giving you mystic powers, and instead wrote that it would give you the greatest head of hair ever.

Gideon didn't find out about the mystic powers until later, on later. And his hair had already been completely whitened and lacked natural volume (which is why he used so much hair product).

He IS still beefing with Stan, however. But this time it's because Stan was his Fourth Grade teacher the year before, and he 'confiscated' the amulet when he recognized what it was. Stan told him that flashy jewelry was against the school dress code.

When Gideons father tried to collect the amulet from Stan, Stan lied and said that Gideon must be confused, because he'd reported it missing early and told him he'd keep an eye on it.

Stanley Pines was trusted by Gravity Falls, of course Bud Gleeful believed him. And Gideon is still mad at Stan for this reason and occasionally tells people that Stan's "I'm just A Guy" routine is an act and he's is more conniving than anyone realizes, but Gideon is just a kid so no one listens and thinks he just didn't like that particular teacher.

Without the Amulet, the Tent of Telepathy was never as popular as it was in the canon series.

And when Stanley Pines barred Gideon from seeing Mabel, and then told Bud he needed to teach Gideon that harassment was wrong "before he becomes a problem when he's older" It still pushes him to swear vengeance upon the entire Pines family.

He still has Journal 2 since Stan only knew about the amulet, so he still calls upon Bill Cipher, and later steals the deed to the cabin. Although, he isn't nearly as supported as he was in the canon was because he's not as popular, and Stan is well-liked resident in Gravity Falls.

Bill almost doesn't help Gideon because 'the author of the journals' made sure to write a long excerpt about Bill Cipher being "easily flattered by long, poetic speeches and pseudo-Victorian era English vocabulary" which Bill Cipher actually hated to the point of rage because that was the way Ford catfished him thirty years prior.

Mason Dipper "Catch these hands" Pines got the deed to the cabin back by jumping his *ss in the woods and beating him up. He took Journal 2 as a bonus because he still wanted to find and beat The Authors *ss too.

Stan finds out about Journals 2&3 when Dipper comes back to Soos'* house with the deed, and covered in leaves with scuffed knuckles. Stan borrows both Journals from him with the excuse he "thought it make interesting story material for his students in the fall". And he makes copies of them like he did for Journal 3 in the original series.

Gideon doesn't go to jail, but he still hates the Pines family just as much as canon.

*Soos is informally adopted by Stan, he's staying with Abuelita during the summer so the Twins can have room at the cabin.

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faithlia · 1 day ago

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english ins't my first lenguage.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, kind of friends to lovers.

a/n: this was a request for a sequel to something about you, however, this story doesn't tell much about what happened in its premise, although it has the same characters and their respective interests. also I'm so sorry for the delay, I've been very busy lately, but I hope you like it 💓

"you're make me wanna falling in love" - sabrina carpenter.

I don't know how to react to this or how to talk about it. After a series of meaningless flirtations and arousal-ridden insistence, I have Matt sitting on my living room floor, pretending he knows how to put the puzzle together properly. It's what? Eleven o'clock at night? Maybe he won't be leaving anytime soon.

I'm intrigued and anxious about what might happen if he comes over to my place. He wants to fuck me, and I know it; I have no objections to it, just thoughts of endless possibilities. I mean, I can't help myself, hormones are high.

When we arrive, I thought he was going to grab me and I would forget everything to focus on the moment, but that's not what happened.

I grab two glasses of wine, taking them to him in short steps.

"Thanks", he says as he reaches for the drink. I sit a little closer to him, but on the couch, watching him sort the pieces out to line them up in their proper place.

“How long have you been putting this together?” he asks, pointing with his finger.

“I don’t know. I think it’s been about two days,” I say. I really don’t know where I got the patience to put together a puzzle with a thousand tiny pieces, but the idea seems brilliant. “It helps me relax,” I sigh. I drink some more wine and then find myself staring at the empty glass – like a professional drunk.

Seriously? You relax with that?" He downs the rest of his wine, looking at me with slanted eyes.

"Of course I do," I say, smiling like an idiot. It seems that half a glass of wine is enough for me to feel comfortable with each leg on either side of his body. He doesn't mind; in fact, he even drops his head back - right into my lap.

"I can't imagine you relaxing; You're always so anxious about everything." He looks at me with such serene eyes that I have to make sure that it's not a figment of my imagination and that his eyes and expression aren't the most attractive thing I've ever seen.

"I think I'm pretty relaxed now." It's not entirely a lie, but part of me feels like my heart is almost in my mouth. I bite my lip and dare to run my hands through his messy hair; it's soft, but at the same time it looks like he hasn't washed it. I don't think he's the kind of guy who spends time worrying about what products to put in his hair. It makes me want to wash his hair like he's a doll, which is kind of weird.

"Okay," he says. He sighs and closes his eyes, feeling very comfortable, and I like that. Little by little, a feeling settles in my chest, and I don't think so much about what might happen. Of course, yes, I really want to kiss him, because his mouth is so attractive, and everything about him makes me surrender to a simple touch or a bold tilt.

Without thinking, I start to trace his face with the tip of my finger, delicately. He doesn't open his eyes and this allows me to be more evasive, pinching the tip of his nose lightly.

"Wow" I say, laughing.

"What is it?", he asks, still with his eyes closed, settling his head more into my lap.

"It's just... Have you noticed that your nose is really big?", I think I'm drunk because this is the first time I've said something about his appearance. It's not an insult, but rather something that has always strangely attracted me to him.

Contrary to what I thought, Matt laughed.

"Fuck you", he says. I lean a little closer to his face and say, "I like it. I find it quite... useful." I smack my lips and Matt opens his eyes. Damn, again those damn eyes so beautiful they look like they're going to eat me alive.

Now everything seems sneaky. He whispers to me, "Really?", knowing exactly what I mean. And before I can say anything else, he pulls my head down and kisses me. It's a sloppy kiss, but neither of us cares. He caresses the back of my neck and lifts his body up to take my lips. The feeling of his mouth on mine is delicious. I feel like I'm Spider-Man wearing pink panties

Matt lets out a moan and it drives me crazy. I pull away from him from the discomfort of being so bent over.

"That was our first kiss", I point out.

"Yeah" he nods, turning to face me — still between my legs. "Was it good?" he asks, so relaxed that it makes me comfortable with what we just did.

I lick my lips and say "Yeah" too, but the sound is more like a moan.

"Do you want to do it again?" he raises his eyebrows suggestively.

"I do!", and that's absolutely true. "But I know where this is going," I think out loud. For some reason, I'm not reluctant to tell him what I'm thinking. Maybe the nervousness went away when I started drinking, and that's fine with me. I like to tell him what I think and I don't think he minds. I think he likes being teased by my words – especially since I like it when he does it to me.

"What? Sex?", he gives me a wicked smile. And looks directly at my breasts.

"Yes!", I lean back on the couch, feeling the softness of the upholstery. "And what's the problem, I thought you wanted it", he looks at me like a puppy. I move my hand to stroke his hair again.

"I don't know. Won't it be weird?" I ask, thinking about an idea that has crossed my mind many times.

"Why would it be weird?" he asks back and now we're playing this little game that I kind of like. I shrug and he's quiet for a while. "We don't have to have sex if you don't want to", he says, lowering his gaze to between my legs.

"Okay",I say it like I'm not dying to have him. I think he wants to eat me out and I wouldn't deny it, I'd just be annoying enough to make him tired of trying. "Are you upset?" I ask.

This isn't the first time you've said no to me," I smile at that and he drags his hand up my thigh. "I want to wash your hair," I say and he rolls his eyes. "What? I really want to!"

"Do you want to give me a bath too?" I do, but I don't need to say it.

"Well, if it's to wash your hair..." I won't say it directly.

He shakes his head and sighs heavily, thinking about what to say, but before I do I reconsider. "But actually, I think it's better not to! I don't want you to get excited in the middle of everything," for a moment I regret what I said.

"Juno", he bites his lip, calling me.

"Hm?" I look at his mouth; it looks so soft.

"I've been hard for about two minutes now," I open and close my mouth, looking at the considerably large bulge in his pants. I don't know what to say. "Oh my God. I managed to shut your fucking mouth. Awesome!" he says as if it's the best thing in the world, but I don't take offense; he's said worse to me. With a little difficulty, he stands up and stretches his entire body with his back to me. I'm a little intimidated about what he's going to do; however, he sits down next to me and, at the same time, grabs a pillow to cover his "problem".

He doesn't say anything and I shift to get closer to him. Now, from how much I've played with his hair, he's slightly disheveled. "How are you going to fix this?" I ask, knowing he's going to give me an expected answer.

"Do you want to fix it for me?" Before I can answer, he kisses me, and this time with tongue, and it's so automatic that I gasp. He grabs my ass and squeezes the flesh hungrily. I moan into his mouth and he pulls me to sit on his lap – and I realize he's quickly removed the pillow, feeling the openness of the bulge. I'm not going to lie or be hypocrite; I've been wet for a while now. When he forces me against his cock, I feel my pussy throb – it feels so fucking good.

"Matt", I hold his face with both hands, almost crying. "I don't know if we should have sex now", I say, separating myself from his mouth and feeling a delicious longing as I move over his intimacy.

The truth is that, although I would like to have his mouth all over my body and his cock inside me, I'm insecure about everything. This concern invades my head when the realization that it's Matt who's there watching me moan like a whore on his lap. The fact that he's already seen my breasts weighs this stigma even more.

"Okay! I know you haven't had sex with guys in a while", it's true, but wait.

"How do you know that?", I frown.

"Because you tell me everything, idiot", he seals our lips quickly. Matt lowers his mouth to my neck, saying: "But at least let me eat you out or just suck your tits, or just watch you touch yourself; I would love that." He thrusts his hips against me, catching me off guard, making me gasp loudly with my mouth open.

I take a deep breath and gather the courage to tell him: "I want to, I really do! I'm just a little insecure..." I look down, trying not to rub myself against him. "I shouldn't, because you're so hot! And you know that's true." He lifts my chin with his hand and bites my neck, biting until he reaches my cleavage, sticking his face in there. "And, fuck, I've seen those tits, and they're even more beautiful up close." He squeezes my breasts with his big hands, intensifying a delicious sensation in my lower abdomen. "Do you want me to tell you about your pussy that's wetting my pants, too?" Matt looks at me, his eyes shining. It was true, I'm making a terrible mess.

Fuck.

"Do you still want to wash my hair?" Matt asks, with his naughtiest smile. I nod and he lifts me easily onto his lap and heads to the bathroom.

He's quick to take off my clothes and he's also quick to make me go crazy. He pushes me against the shower wall and kneels down to eat my pussy. I like the way he knows how to eat me and how grotesque he is in the sense of making a mess on his own face just to devour me. When he runs the tip of his nose over my clit and almost shoves his face inside me, he says in a very slurred voice: "That's what you wanted, isn't it?" and he takes saliva on the tip of his tongue to join my lubricated clit and satisfy me a little more. And, when I squirt on his face from the accumulated stimulation, he opens his mouth with his tongue out, swallowing everything, panting: "You're delicious, babe".

Matt is the kind of guy who likes to fuck dirty and knows how to be thirsty for it.

I swore every moment that he wouldn't fuck me tonight, but after cumming in his mouth and knowing how naughty he is, the urge got worse and he fucked me the way he wanted, moaning loudly that I take him well, that he would cum inside me and he didn't care at all and he did; I like how he keeps his words.

And you can bet that I really like the fact that he takes me to bed, still wet, and makes me sit on his sensitive cock with my back to him, murmuring how hot I am and pinching my nipples between his fingers. I don't bother to scream when he hits my sensitive spot. I love the way he starts to feel overwhelmed and whimpers in my ear; I aggravate my movements and grip the back of his neck tightly just to hear him closer. He cums inside me once more, both of us letting out moans from the sensitivity caused in our bodies. He masturbates my clit and I release myself too, rolling my eyes in pleasure.

The last thing I remember is being in his arms, and after that, I fall asleep.

When I wake up, I feel unimaginably tired. Matt's eyes are open, sleepy; he says, "Good morning," and for me, talking at that moment is not an option. He kisses my forehead and smiles, touching my cheek, being so gentle.

"We weren't supposed to do this," I say, my voice unrecognizable. He presses his lips together and smacks, murmuring, "I know!" I sigh, stretching. "Do you want to do it again?" he asks.

Well.

No need to ask!

I must say that Matt and I fucked hard all day, in every possible position. And a few times, he asked me which ones I had tried; he was surprised by some of them.

He kissed me tenderly at each end, assuring me that it was very good. And surprisingly, after cumming on his cock so many times like a slut, I actually washed his hair when we showered – leaving it nice and wavy.

We finished putting the puzzle together – even though we argued a lot about where the pieces should go. He also felt motivated enough to tell me that he likes me since I started to feel comfortable insulting him, but that he finds me annoying and sometimes insufferable. I told him he was an idiot and teased him: “Does this turn you on, Matt?”

“Oh my god. I’m so fucking horny.” He laughs and kisses me and I know for sure that I want his touch for the rest of my life.

The End

a/n: Yeah, I know. It doesn't have much to do with the song, but if you're really fucking horny, I wouldn't hesitate to make a one-shot with all the positions that Juno and Matt did before putting together puzzles, and, who knows, after that too.

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[Azel] The Mean Unicorn's Greedy Desire (Bday Story) - Part 2

Part 1

In the midst of the city bustling with excitement over the birthday of the living god, the true god suddenly descends.

The people's joy and enthusiasm far exceeded my imagination.

Woman: Living god! Congratulations on this auspicious day!

Man: May you continue to bless the country of divination with protection and glory for many years to come!

Azel: Thank you for your kind wishes. May you all be blessed.

(We're not moving forward at all!)

The moment Azel appeared, the patrolling soldiers, as if on cue, began to organize the people, but we were being jostled by the crowd who had gathered to catch a glimpse of the god's divine face.

I, who was nearby, was no exception, and was swallowed up by the waves of people.

(Even in this situation, Prince Azel is smiling.)

Perhaps the "spiritual pillar" of the entire nation is not allowed to show his distress.

(Is it just my imagination that he seems to be having the hardest time of all, even though it's his birthday?)

Woman: Living god, congratulations. And could you please offer a prayer for a bountiful harvest?

Man: Blessings for prosperity in business...!

(...)

*flashback*

Azel: But what all the citizens want to give me are "feelings."

Azel: No, even feelings are questionable... Anyway, people don't really care much about "whether I'll be happy or not."

*flashback over*

Prayers and wishes, mixed in with words of blessing, occasionally reached my ears, creating a hazy feeling in my heart.

(So this is how they celebrate a god's birthday...)

(...I feel like something is off.)

Emma: Whoa!

Distracted by the voices around me, I bumped into someone and stumbled.

Azel casually caught me in his arms, but his gaze remained fixed on the people.

(...Did he just help me?)

As I was about to thank him, three long fingers were thrust before my eyes.

(It seems like he's signaling something, but...)

Then, those fingers formed a circular shape like a coin.

(C-Could it be, he's charging me!?)

Somehow managing to look up at Azel while being jostled by the crowd, his mystical eyes glanced at me.

The mocking smile directed only at me was no illusion.

(This god... he's planning to increase my debt by helping me!)

Emma: Whoa, whoa...!

I was pushed again, and Azel caught me.

Azel: Everyone, please calm down. It would sadden me to see anyone get hurt on my birthday.

As he spoke, the fingers held out in front of me showed "4," and I involuntarily jumped back.

(If I stay here, all that awaits me is a debt hell...)

(I have no choice but to escape.)

Fortunately, Azel was also busy dealing with the gathering crowd, so even if I left, he shouldn't have the energy to chase after me.

Casually... really casually, I put some distance between myself and Azel.

Once I jumped into the wave of people, I was quickly swept away and pushed to the edge of the crowd.

(Thank goodness, I escaped! If I go to the castle first, I'm sure we can meet up later.)

I turned my back, trying to escape from a double hell, but seeing Azel surrounded by people from afar, my feet stopped.

(Is Azel happy with this situation?)

Perhaps because I know his true nature, he doesn't seem very happy...

(No... I don't care what that wicked god who pushes his debts onto me thinks.)

(I don't care, so...)

Shaking my head, I hurried off towards the castle.

Woman: Thanks to the living god's divination, my son was blessed with a good marriage. Thank you very much.

Man: My daughter has been saying since she was a child that she would be the living god's bride, so if you wouldn't mind, a greeting––

Azel: Oh my, excuse me. Could you please make way?

With Azel's single word, the view in front of me opened up.

My hair was disheveled and I was out of breath from forcibly pushing my way through the crowd.

Those mystical eyes widened noticeably at the sight of me.

(I don't care... but, if I abandon him, I'll regret it later...!)

Emma: Living god, excuse me for interrupting your conversation.

Azel: No... Your presence here as a "maid" means you have an urgent matter, correct?

(He noticed my intentions right away.)

I smoothed down the Tanzanite Castle maid uniform I had borrowed from the castle as I spoke.

Emma: His Majesty the King has summoned the living god urgently.

Azel: It must be about the preparations for the ritual. Thank you.

Azel: It seems I must hurry. Thank you all for your many congratulations.

Azel: The moon of Tanzanite will surely bring protection to your piety. Now then...

Even the gathered people seemed to understand that they shouldn't interfere with an "urgent matter," and the crowd parted, quickly creating a path to the castle.

(It's like a parade.)

Azel started walking with dignity, and I followed behind.

Perhaps because we were still in the vortex of people's gazes, Azel didn't look at me, but the hand casually placed behind his back changed his fingers from "4" to "2."

(...Even though I helped him, it doesn't go down to zero.)

Azel: Is it ready yet?

Emma: Not yet. A cake isn't something you can make instantly.

Azel: ...I'm hungry.

Emma: I have some dough before baking.

Azel: Then I'll have that.

Emma: Please don't actually try to eat it!?

I lifted the bowl and moved it away as if to escape from his reaching hand.

In the spacious kitchen, cleared of people by the living god's authority, only Azel and I were present now.

Perhaps because of that, the smile had disappeared from Azel's face, and his "hunger" was at the forefront.

Azel: ...Such treatment to a starving god.

Emma: It's my goodwill to offer you something delicious.

Azel sat down on a chair near the counter and slumped over.

Emma: You must be tired.

Azel: You know why, right?

Emma: You could thank me for going out of my way to dress up as a maid and bring you here.

Azel: I reduced your debt.

(What a unique way of showing gratitude...)

I had things I wanted to say, but I swallowed them down and quickly peeled the apple.

Surprisingly, Tanzanite, which actively trades with Benitoite and Jade, had a variety of fruits, and all the ingredients for the cake were available in the castle's pantry.

When I offered Azel an apple on a fork, prepared for easy eating, his face quickly lifted.

Azel: My heartfelt gratitude to the merciful you.

Emma: ...You could have said that from the beginning.

(Wait, eh...?!)

Part 3

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