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femdomlieeh · 11 months ago

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Crown (m)

Sub!Heeseung (ENHYPEN) x Dom!F!Reader

WC—5.8 ✧ k

WARNING—bathtub sex ✧ role-play (lovers/ gf & bf) ✧ blindfolding (m) ✧ stripping (m) ✧ unprotected sex (be safe yall!) ✧ piv ✧ light S&M ✧ dacryphilia (m) ✧ body worship (m) ✧ nipple play (m!r) ✧ light spanking (m!r) ✧ breath play (m!r) ✧ lingerie (f) ✧ teasing (m!r) ✧ thigh kink ✧ tattoo kink (?) ✧ brief begging ✧ biting (m!r) ✧ praise (f!g) ✧ marking (f!g) ✧ pet names (mami, prince, baby)

THEMES—smut ✧ best friend au ✧ fwb for one night agreement ✧ a little angsty

NOW PLAYING—imagine ✧ Ariana Grande

A/N. This is actually my favourite smut I’ve posted so far so I hope you enjoy!

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Valentine’s Day.

The happiest day of the year for couples.

Couples could finally do PDA and have people cooing at them in either cuteness or jealousy, but never disgust because PDA was allowed on Valentine's Day.

People could finally have an excuse to do something special for someone, like making a grand romantic gesture or even proposing.

It was supposed to be that way, right?

I was going to have a corny day together with my boyfriend of three years, Yeonjun. Every single detail all the way from the restaurant to the hotel room had been thought out by me, because – not only am I romantic – I always like to be prepared.

Not to sound cocky or to flatter myself, but the plan was so good even I was impressed with it.

Except not everything went to plan.

My lover decided to break up with me one month before the awaited day. One month before Valentine's Day! Only two weeks into the new year! He had "grown out of love" as he'd said. Guess one of his New Year's resolutions was to break up with me.

My parents had met him and accepted him — which said a lot, since they've always had high standards and never liked any of my previous lovers — so it was safe to say that I felt lost.

For two weeks I'd avoided contact with my family, so I wouldn't have to tell them the news yet because I was embarrassed, I was single right in time for the day of love. The only person who knew, other than me and Yeonjun, was my best friend Heeseung.

Since the moment I told him, he made it his daily routine to come to my place with open arms and a warm embrace. I never cried in front of anyone but him. It isn't weak to shed tears, in fact shedding tears takes a lot of strength, I simply don't feel comfortable showing myself vulnerable to others, and especially not after being hurt by someone I trusted.

With Heeseung, it was different, however. We've known each other for so many years and we know most of each other's secrets already. I know that when I cry in front of him it's without being judged and he knows the same goes for him.

One day when he, like normally, went to my place, his smile was abnormal. It was fake. I knew it was fake. After all these years of knowing him, I could distinguish his fake smiles from his true ones faster than Eminem can rap.

Being the caring best friend I am, I asked him what had happened. At that, he broke down and let go of the fooling smile; he can never lie to me for more than a few seconds. His girlfriend, Karina, had broken up with him. Honestly speaking, it was understandable why she wanted to break up with him: 1. He spent too much time with me, 2. He never told her about his thoughts or what bothered him, 3. He didn't treat her like the queen everyone knows she is

Heeseung was mature and didn't beg her for a second chance because he knew she deserved someone better; someone who not only knew she deserved to be treated like a queen but treated her like it. But no matter how mature he was, it didn't make the pain smaller on his part. He was disappointed in himself for ever being in a relationship where he didn't treat his lover right.

And so it was my turn to comfort him. For a couple of days, I had opened arms and a warm embrace for him to find comfort in until he had calmed down.

Impulsively, we went to a tattoo shop and got him a tattoo. It wasn't the I'm-heartbroken-and-need-a-tattoo-to-look-good tattoo, it was the I-need-some-inspiration-in-this-dark-place tattoo. After brainstorming for a long ten minutes, he got the best idea. Don't lock me up, in italics right under his collarbone, above his heart to remind himself to not lock up his feelings.

He had been in great pain for the quarter of time it took to do the tattoo, but he didn't seem to mind... Judging by the way he was biting his lower lip, he was holding in a pained whine, seemingly trying to impress me by handling the pain. When the torture finally had come to an end, the final product made him smile truly – although that part of his body had to be covered with plastic and some tape whenever he so much as wanted to shower.

A week away from Valentine's Day, Heeseung and I made a pact; the kind of pact we never would have planned to have with each other. During the holiday we'd do all the cheesy things we had planned to do to our now-ex-lovers – but the most crucial parts was that A) the other person wouldn't judge and B) next day all of it would be forgotten. Wow. We had grown so dependent on each other's care that we made the kind of pact we never would have planned to have with each other...

It was probably stupid to do such a thing with a best friend of so many years, but it was also the 'healthiest' thing to do for us two. Although I, at this point, had convinced Heeseung that I was over Yeonjun, I still hadn't convinced myself. And the same went for Heeseung; he had convinced me that he was over Karina, but not himself.

My plan for Valentine's Day was sublime and if I didn't go through with it, I would regret it — and, damn, I couldn't wait a whole year for the next opportunity (if I even would get the opportunity)!

And that explains this. Us standing. A week later. On a romantic rooftop. Dressed nicely. Smiling awkwardly at each other. On Valentine's Day.

"Since you're my boyfriend tonight, let's go down to the room I rented, shall we?"

"This feels weird," he giggled lightly.

"Play along!" I held out my hand for him to hold and flashed him a smile. He reciprocated my smile and took my hand, following my lead down the stairs to our hotel room; the room I had booked for me and Yeonjun.

Our hands were sweating. It wasn't the first time Heeseung and I held hands, but it was the first time we ever did something like this together; something normal best friends don't do. The affection we've displayed to each other throughout the years had been mostly words and hugs and sometimes cuddles. But now...we were going to show affection in ways we've only done to lovers.

I held out the black card key in front of the sensor above the golden knob but retracted it before the door unlocked.

"If you want to turn back, now is the time to do so. I don't want to go through with this if you don't want to," I said and looked at him.

His eyes told me that it was OK, but I needed his consent to be sure he was OK.

"I want to do this, don't worry," he smiled a little as his heart pounded.

Without breaking eye contact, I put the card in front of the sensor again and waited a few microseconds for it to unlock. I turned the knob and opened the door to the pact.

"After you," I gestured him to enter the room.

"Why thank you," he blushed and hurried inside so I wouldn't catch a glimpse of his flustered state.

But I did.

And I smiled when I saw it.

The room was big and open. Simple, but just perfect. Knowing me and my cheesy nature, Heeseung had expected perhaps some rose petals on the bed or a few scented candles by the bed but, to his surprise, he saw none of that.

I pushed him down onto the soft bed with silk sheets, distracting him for the real surprise, and sat beside him.

"Before we do anything, we need safe words."

"Safe words?" he inquired and raised a brow unknowingly.

"A word to say in case anyone goes overboard or passes the limits," I explained shortly.

"Alright, mine is apple."

"Why apple though?" I giggled at his randomness.

"I ate an apple today." (It was true, he'd had a green apple because he once read that green apples make your breath smell better.)

"If you're going for a fruit I am too. My safe word is peach."

"Why peach?" he raised his brow at me stealing his fruit idea.

"Your peach looks really good in those pants, so it was the first thing I thought of," I replied and laughed at his flustered self.

He knew he had a plump peach.

It was just embarrassing hearing it from me since I, as his best friend, am supposed to not acknowledge how incredibly handsome he is – and especially when it comes to body parts such as peaches!

I put my hand on his thigh to get his attention away from the embarrassment.

"Tonight, I'm not your best friend anymore, Prince," I said with a newfound tone that sent shivers down Heeseung's spine.

I neared him and whispered in his ear, "Tonight, I'm your Mami."

He gulped. I had always been a very dominant person in everything I did, so he expected nothing less than that in bed — but the foreign titles took him by surprise. But it made sense for me to use titles in bed, because I was classy like that.

"What's your safe word?" I asked to make sure he knows he can use it whenever he wants to. After all I didn't know what was out of his comfort-zone.

"Apple."

"If you feel uncomfortable you know you need to say that word, understood?"

"Yes, Mami," he answered, a blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks.

With his green light I continued, "Good boy."

At the praise, his cheeks matched the floating rose petals. I loved how responsive he was already. Before tonight I wasn't sure what kind of partner he would be but finding out what he likes step by step excites me – more than I thought finding out my best friend's kinks would excite me. I want to know everything. What turns him on, what makes him scream, what makes him cry; everything.

"My best friend's into praise, hm. Who would have thought?" I teased and squeezed his thigh lightly.

"I'm not your best friend anymore, Mami. I'm Prince, right?"

I looked into his eyes and saw something I'd never seen in them before. Was it lust? Was it something else? How could I be sure of what it was if I hadn't seen him like this before?

"Indeed, you are, Prince," I smiled, slowly feeling my hand up his thick, muscular thigh.

He followed my hand's path with his gaze and bit his lip like back in the tattoo shop. Was he holding in a moan, perhaps? When my hand was at the top, soon on his V-line, I heard how his breathing grew louder and more unsteady.

He seemed to enjoy his thighs being touched.

I noticed how his pants were forming a tent in the prince area, and smirked. To tease him, I let go of his thigh and walked up to the door to the bathroom. He tensed. Maybe he wanted me to touch him some more?

"After you, Prince," I said and opened the door for him.

Once again that stereotype-breaking gesture had him blushing ferociously.

He went into the new room, not expecting much other than grabbing a condom. But when the sight he was met by was nowhere near what he expected, yet it didn't shock him one bit. A large bathtub filled with atypical pink water and typical red rose petals floating on the surface.

He chuckled, "As expected, my best friend is a cheesy person."

"I'm not your best friend anymore, Prince. I'm your Mami, right?" I asked with a confident smirk.

"Y-Yes," he stuttered and turned away from me so he could avoid my powerful gaze.

"Yes what?" I pushed a little to see how comfortable he was with the title.

"Yes, I'm Mami's Prince," he said under his breath.

I went up behind him and wrapped my arms around his torso, feeling the expensive fabric under my fingertips. "Want to take this off for me?"

"Y-Yes, Mami."

I smiled, "Then give me a little show." He gulped as I sat down on the edge of the tub to get a full view of him. With adrenaline coursing through his body, he let the blazer fall off his shoulders and land on the floor, followed by the ivory dress shirt. As soon as his skin was touched by the air, goosebumps formed, and he flexed his abs. He sure had worked hard to get flex his muscles like this.

Biting my lip, I pointed at his ivy pants, "Take those off too." The way I bit my lip made him feel confident. I didn't bite my lip to prevent honest sounds from falling out like Heeseung did, I bit my lip to prevent myself from ripping the rest of his clothes off. He undid the belt and let the pants pool down around his ankles. Now, in front of me, was he standing in nothing but a pair of black boxers that were fitting all too tight due to those thick thighs and the clearly big erection. He was gulping under my gaze, waiting for me to instruct him on what to do.

"Show me your prince part, Prince." Blushing at the euphemism, he put his fingers under the waistband and pulled his boxers down. He was fit and attractive. Each muscle on his body was visibly hard, including his dick that was high and proud in the air. "You're so handsome, Prince," I praised and watched a small smile break out on his face.

He walked to me with his head down and stood with his tall figure in front of my sitting posture. "Do you want me to touch you, Prince?"

"Yes, please." At that, I put a finger in the middle of his chest and traced it down his abs and to the tip of his dick. He bit his lip again to stop any embarrassing noises from escaping; he wanted to impress me by being good. But I didn't want to give him too much pleasure yet.

"Let's get wet now, shall we? I didn't fill this tub for aesthetics..." He laughed lightly, feeling more at ease at the small joke I made. Listening, he slowly set foot into the tub and tried not to spill so much as a drop of the water. It took him a good half minute to fully settle down since he's so tall and big due to his muscles — but that was good, because it gave me plenty of time to prepare additional surprises for him.

When he averted his attention from the pink water and back to me, he was met by an astonishing, breathtaking, life-changing sight. Me. In lingerie. With a red silk blindfold in hand. This specific lace lingerie was Yeonjun's favorite, so I naturally chose to wear it now – in red to match the theme of the holiday. I felt the most comfortable in it. In this color. In this fabric. Everything made me feel sexy. But the memories of what me and him had done while I was in it brought back a gloominess.

Heeseung didn't know how to react. Did I pick the color red because it was the traditional color of Valentine's Day or because I knew it was his favorite color? For some odd and unknown reason, he hoped for the latter one.

"You look so handsome like this, Prince, but I think you'd look even better in this," I winked and held up the red blindfold. He shuddered. The little piece of fabric was something different. Never had he ever used one in the bedroom — only in fun games with friends, where you had to trust your teammates. Now, however, he was going to put his trust in me.

"What's your safe word?"

"Apple," he answered, "I trust you. You don't need to ask me about it all the time, I'll tell if you need to stop."

"But we've never done this before so I'm scared of it going wrong," I admitted.

"I trust you. Trust me too, Mami."

"As you wish, Prince," I replied.

Once again, I sat down on the edge of the bathtub. I lowered the love blindfold to his face, holding it right above. He was looking at me with those big, curious eyes, filled with anticipation for what was going to happen. How long I was staying still was quickening his heartbeat; he knew I wanted him to be verbal.

"Please," he said, feeling slightly impatient; his heart would jump out his chest any second now. Smiling, I finally put the blindfold on him and tightened it behind his head, making sure it wasn't too tight since I didn't want to ruin his beautiful hair or innocence too much. Oh wait, scratch the last one. I petted his hair, which was equally smooth as the silk around his head. "Does it hurt, Prince?" I asked, referring to the blindfold.

"No, Mami." The silk was smooth against his skin and, although all he could see was darkness, it was magical; all the other senses were heightened. He could hear me breathing and even imagine what I was thinking whilst I was touching him this gently. Maybe I was thinking of how much I loved him as a best friend. Maybe I was thinking of how I'd ruin him. Maybe I was thinking of what to do next.

Slowly I proceeded to his neck. He could feel my presence, through my breaths on his skin, and thus elongated his neck for me — he couldn't see me, but he could sense what I wanted. I began placing small kisses up his neck to his well-defined jaw, while he tried to keep his breathing in control. The kisses were small, yet they made such a big impact on him since his sense of touch was thousands of times greater than normal.

"M-Mami?"

"Yes, Prince," I said between kisses.

"Can I...touch you?"

"Not yet," I smirked and moved further down to his collarbone. I left open-mouthed kisses all over it and stopped to admire his tattoo. Technically I had been the one who had encouraged him to get it. It was so small, but it held so much meaning behind it. My fingers were tracing along the tattoo, soothing Heeseung. He felt calm. He felt at peace. He felt connected to me. When my fingers traced lower and experimentally touched his nipple, he let out a whimper. Bingo.

"Sensitive much?"

He didn't answer, embarrassed.

"I asked you something, Prince," I said with a less kind voice.

"Yes, Mami. I-I'm sensitive, but you already knew that."

It was true. Since the start of our friendship he had showed his vulnerability and sensitivity. He never liked it when I jokingly roasted him, only being into compliments and praises. Praising. I bet he'd be into that.

He whimpered out a 'Mami' when I attached my lips to his nipple. Trying to not shock his body too much, I only gave a quick kitten lick, yet it seemed to affect him a lot when he couldn't hold back a sole whimper. I couldn't tell if it were because of the sensitivity provided by the blindfold or because he had sensitive nipples. Either way, I wanted to test how much I could make him feel.

To give him a little sensation without touching him, I breathed on the wet nipple so he shivered a little at the coldness. He put both of his hands on each edge of the tub to stabilize himself, feeling like he could lose the bare control he had now that I found a weak spot of his. I flattened my tongue and licked against him, making him quiver.

"M-M-Mami," he stuttered breathily. He wasn't trying to call me, nor was he trying to tell me anything — my actions simply lit a part of him that seemed to love my title. He knew exactly how to turn me on and this was the first time we had ever been intimate. It was actually cute how my best friend was so accustomed to both mine and his title. Yeonjun's title, I meant.

I reached my hand under the surface of the water and felt up his thigh. He moaned. Yes. Moaned. At a simple touch. Ashamed of the moan, he let go of one of the edges and brought his hand over his mouth, making him lose a part of his balance. "Don't keep your sounds to yourself, Prince. Give them to me," I ordered.

Smirking against his skin, I started sucking which caused a gasp to erupt at the sudden stimulation. "M-Mami, Mami—" he whimpered loudly. He had tried to keep his noises to himself until now, but although it hurt his pride a little, he liked pleasing me.

How could whimpers sound so beautiful? They were so angelic and graceful, contrary to the scene of sinning. I retracted from him to admire the view. One nipple was red and swollen and the other one was left untouched. Each muscular arm was resting on each edge, trying not to move a millimeter. The blindfold was covering part of his face yet matched with his feverish blush. His mouth was agape, letting the whimpers I loved oh so much out every now and then. I was happy I hadn't gone for the cliché bubble bath, because now that the water was clear I could see his naked body — every part from his beauteously tattooed upper body to his thick stone-hard thighs and dick.

But there was one part of his body that I couldn't see. One part that was magnificent and that I needed to see. "Turn around," I whispered in his ear.

"W-What?"

"Turn around and show me your butt, Prince," I clarified and waited for him to move.

Unsurely, he supported himself on the edges and sat up. Although he couldn't see he could feel, so he had no difficulty turning around and putting his hands on the edge he had been resting his back on until now. He arched his back, adding to the sex appeal that the tub already delivered. Damn, how could an ass be that good-looking? How could—

"C-Can you spank me?" he interrupted me from my thoughts.

Did I even know my best friend? Or did he know me so well that he knew that was exactly what I wanted to do in that moment?

"What do you say, Prince?"

Good boy knew the answer, "Please."

"You'll need to beg a little more than that," I said teasingly, making him swallow yet another piece of his pride.

"Can you, please, please, spank me, Mami? I've been so good until now; don't I deserve it?"

He made a fair point. And he also confirmed my theory of him having a praise kink.

"Yes, you do, Prince. You've been so obedient until now, of course you deserve a little pain."

His cheeks tinted pink. Yes, he did indeed have a praise kink.

Suddenly I spanked him, creating a loud echo of skin-to-skin sound. He jolted forward with a whine, not expecting the hit since he couldn't see me or my hand in the air. His cheeks jiggled and I swore that my ex had never made me this wet before as I felt my wetness drip down my thighs.

"H-Harder, please, Mami."

"Since you're such a good prince for me, of course!" Those words. He loved hearing them. He knew I probably had those thoughts already, since he's aware he's a good boy, but hearing me say them made his heart race. Once again, I hit his skin and made him jolt forward from the harsh touch. Except this time, he moaned out my title louder. He held his head down, adding to the submission.

"M-Mami—"

"You want more, Prince?"

"Yes, plea—"

Spank! Before he even could finish his answer, my hand was back on his cheek again — I had already predicted his answer. Now one of his cheeks had my red handprint on it, matching his blindfold and blush, whilst the other cheek had no mark. And I was going to keep it that way. Asymmetry is beautiful.

His blindfold, nipple and cheek weren't the only things red. The part of his body that needed me the most hadn't gotten any attention yet. His dick's color stood out from most of his body and the way he reacted to small touches could only hint at him needing me to touch it.

"Turn around," I ordered him again.

"W-What— But you haven't—"

"Do you want me to touch your prince part?" I disrupted him.

"Y-Yes."

"Then turn around and show it to me, Prince."

He let go of the tub and turned around in the water, making sure to be comfortable when resting his back against it because he knew he'd stay in that position for a while. He heard how I got into the tub too. The water was rippling, and my feet were touching the tub; he could both feel and hear that I got in. Slowly, as to not drive any water out, I sank down onto his lap and put my hands on the tub on either side of his head. The feeling of my smooth skin on his indicated I had taken off the lingerie. That only meant one thing. I drew closer to him and whispered in his ear a million-dollar question: "Do you want your dick inside me?"

Gulping, he nodded promptly.

"Use your words, Prince," I sang.

He took another gulp before speaking, "Y-Yes, please, Mami."

"Good boy," I praised and watched as his true smile made an appearance like it'd done many times tonight.

Only to form an 'o' and let a long moan out as I sat down and got filled up by his dick deliciously. "Ah~ M-Mami~" The sensitivity of waiting and being blindfolded added with my tightness was what brought out his embarrassingly loud moan.

I needed to get used to the size since he was bigger than my last lover. In the meantime, I decided to get back to his stunning neck and kiss it. He had two prominent birthmarks under his Adam's apple; the left one was higher up and the right one was closer to his collarbone. Since I can remember I had liked them. They were a distinctive feature of his, just like his tattoos. I kissed both birthmarks and started moving up and down slowly on his dick. This wasn't going to be a hard fuck session; this was going to be a slow and soft lovemaking session because he was my prince. For tonight at least.

He sporadically let out moans that ranged from high to low pitched, long to short lasting — all of them were music to my ears — a love song I'd think of every now and then when I didn't have my prince by my side. The sound of the water moving each time I did was the background music. I started marking his neck with beautiful love bites, not hickeys, because these marks were out of love. Love and pride, as I wanted everyone to see that he was mine.

As I sucked harder on his neck, his moans turned into constant whimpers. He didn't know what this feeling was. Never had he ever made love with someone before. Sure, he'd been caring in bed but never had he felt this cared for before. On the other hand, it wasn't my first time. I had done this to Yeonjun every time I wanted him to know how much he meant to me (all the time). But, although this was an illusion me and Heeseung had created, it felt real.

"Ma-Mami, can you go rougher on me? Please?" At that I sunk my teeth into his collarbone, not the one with the tattoo, but the bare one. I didn't want to cover the meaning behind the tattoo, instead I wanted to cover the other part of skin, so I'd be the one who in a way adorned both sides. The friend in me was in his tattoo and the lover in me was in his mark. He bit his lower lip to try to conceal the pathetic whimper, failing while doing so. Sure, he loved being taken care of, but he also loved pain.

My thrusts were slow, yet long lasting, like the memory of this night would be soon. This felt surreal. Our connection. Our love. Our everything. The love bites on his neck and the literal bite mark on his collarbone would be enough proof the next morning when Heeseung would wake up that this night in fact had happened.

He let go of his lower lip and let the whimpers out freely, not caring that it hurt his pride because when you're in love your pride doesn't matter as much as it did before. He was reaching his breaking point and so was I but we both purposely held our orgasms back. We didn't want this to end. We wanted this love to last as long as it possibly could. We knew that the next day we would go back to being best friends; there'd be no more Prince and Mami. We knew that we would be gone like the pink water in this tub would be in the morning. The marks would remain on his neck and shoulder the next morning...but the illusion of love wouldn't.

"A-Are you cumming?" I asked, drunk on love.

"Y-Yes, b-but I can wait." We had already been at it for longer than an hour — even the water was cold — but that wasn't enough. We were both exhausted, both mentally because it was late and physically because of the lovemaking.

"I know you want to cum, Prince," I said, not wanting him to wear himself out.

"C-Can you choke me first, Mami? Please, I've a-always wanted y-you to do that to me," he mumbled.

I didn't answer him, instead I let go of the edge and circled my fingers around his neck. For most people, choking was some kinky shit. But for us, it was romance. I was quite literally holding his life in my hand and he trusted me with it. He trusted me with his whole life, and I didn't let him down. That's a part of love; letting yourself into a vulnerable position, knowing the other person can hurt you, but staying because you have faith in that they would love you instead.

In this moment, he had everything he didn't know he wanted. He felt like he'd arrived in utopia by accident. There was nothing he wanted to change. Nothing. And neither did I. His marks were asymmetrical, but that was in my eyes perfect. I tightened my grip on his neck a little, making him choke out a small whiney moan. At the same time, I felt my core aching and his dick pulsating. We needed to cum. Physically we needed to. But emotionally we didn't want to.

"Let's cum together," I said and let go of his neck

"Please, just a little more," he begged.

"We can't hold back, and you know it," I stated.

"Please, Mami," he cracked his voice. I looked at his face. His face was red, and the blindfold had wet patches. The patches weren't there because of the water splashing on him (I had made sure to not splash any on his face), they were there because they'd gotten out of his eyes. He was crying, not wanting us to come to an end. But we needed to. He wasn't my boyfriend; he was only playing the role of my boyfriend. I treated him as if he were Yeonjun, not Heeseung.

For the first time ever, I kissed him. Not on his body, but on his lips. He returned the kiss with just as much thirst as me. Surrounded by water, yet we thirsted for each other. We needed to savor this before it ran out. I tangled my hands into his soft hair, not caring if I ruined his hair anymore. I didn't care. All I cared about was this moment. For the first time this night, he let go of the tub fully and put his hands on my skin, letting them relish and remember every curve and edge before he'd never get to touch me like this ever again.

I paused the kiss and said for the last time, "Let's cum together."

"Can you take th-the blindfold off first?"

Truth was that he wanted to see me so he could have a visual memory of that one time he made love with his best friend. During all of this, he'd had a blindfold and although he felt that everything was real, he wanted to know for sure he wasn't dreaming. I untied it and threw it away to who-cares-where. He opened his eyes and took in the view of me. I was naked. I was raw. I was vulnerable. I had no layers shrouding any part of me. "I love you," he said, looking into my eyes.

Holding his face in my hands, I said, "I love you too."

And there we reached our climax.

The end.

{One year later}

Valentine's Day.

The happiest day of the year for couples.

I walked into our bedroom and was met by a wonderful view. My real boyfriend was standing in front of our bed. "I missed you so much, Baby," I smiled and kissed his cheek as per usual.

He was clad in only a pair of boxers and nothing else. "I have a little surprise for you."

"Oh really?" I asked, amused, and sat down on the bed as he stood in front of me.

He coughed to clear his throat and looked serious, "I've been keeping a little secret from you for a little while now..."

What did he mean? Had he been reconsidering our relationship? Was I going to relive the same heartbreak as last year?

I must've looked worried, because suddenly he broke out of the serious trance he tried to be in and smiled at me. Slowly he pulled down his underwear to reveal the little surprise.

Right on his V-line.

A tattoo.

Of a little crown.

Because he is my prince.

✦ ੈ ✧ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✧‧₊˚＊* ੈ ✧ ‧₊˚ * ੈ ✧‧₊˚＊* ✧ ੈ ✧

“Me with no makeup, you in the bathtub

Bubbles and bubbly, ooh

This is a pleasure, feel like we never

Act this regular

(…)

Kiss me and take off your clothes

Imagine a world like that”

—ari

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scarletwitchproperty · 19 days ago

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Your eyes whispered have we met? - Chapter 6 (epilogue)

Pairing: Taylor Swift x Fem!OC

Words: 5,2k

Summary: It's the first night of the Eras Tour and something magical happens

Warnings: none (okay no maybe that's a lie I almost gave Tree a heart attack in this with Taylor and OC almost doing it in front of her lmao the poor woman)

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The End Of All The Endings (She knelt to the ground and said…)

‘’Are you sure about this Taylor?’’

‘’Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?’’

‘’It’s just…it doesn’t look safe at all. I’m worried about you!’’

Four months. It’s been four glorious months since you met your soulmate, your Lover, the Queen of your Heart, your everything.

You got to know one another pretty quickly the days following that fateful Sunday, going on dates like any normal couple would do. Taylor took you to her favorite restaurants in the city, and more often than not she would also drag you along to her recording studio. You love these private moments the best, being able to listen to her enchanting voice away from prying eyes. Often times you record Taylor in front of her mic, completely bewitched by the passion she showcases each and every time she performs any of her song for you.

You met the rest of her family and friends on her birthday three months ago, which was an event in and of itself. Andrea had been nothing but sweet to you, and although Scott had looked at you with narrowed eyes at first it didn’t take long for him to warm up to you. Taylor’s brother acted as though he knew you since forever, telling you embarrassing childhood memories about the singer every chance he could. Taylor acted like it bothered her to no end, but you knew otherwise.

Robin had insisted that you invite Taylor and her parents over at her house for Christmas Day, telling you that it would be a good opportunity for all the in laws to meet. Your soulmate’s parents loved the idea, and now you knew where Taylor’s love language came from, because the way Andrea’s car was half full of presents for your nephews wasn’t even funny. As you predicted, Taylor fell in love with little James the first time she laid eyes on him. The little boy even had that weird but cute phase a month ago where he refused to sleep anywhere else other than in Taylor’s arms, but it all came to a stop the day you blasted Wonderland from your phone and the baby fell asleep on the couch. It was then discovered that while James loved your soulmate, it was the sound of her voice that lulled him to sleep. It still didn’t prevent Taylor from bragging about it to everyone. Even to Tree.

It was, of course, inevitable that pictures of you would start circulating all over the internet. You were aware that it was a possibility, but the day you saw a man standing outside your daycare with his gigantic camera filming your every move was the day you clearly lost your shit. That was a complete breech of privacy and the children didn’t deserve this, nor did you. If not for the countless bodyguards Taylor had patrolling around the block the man would be six feet underground, and you were sure the remains of his camera could still be found where you crushed it with all your strength on the street that day. Serves him right!

However, the thing that surprised you the most was that Taylor’s fans, the Swifties, defended you on the internet every chance they could. Someone tried to badmouth you in a video? Comments immediately flooded by angry swifties. Another tries to belittle you when they find out where you work? Best be sure someone would find out their name, address, phone number and place of work faster than you could blink and send it all to their boss, effectively getting them fired. Of course there were still those whom were less than supportive of your relationship with Taylor, but those who were supportive held a special place in your heart.

Speaking of Taylor’s fans, you could hear all seventy thousands of them talking and screaming out in the stadium, waiting for your soulmate to come on stage for her first ever show of her new world tour, The Eras Tour.

To say that you didn’t cry tears of joy when Taylor told you she was going on tour for more than a year would be a lie. You were so happy for her, glad that all her hard work would finally pay off. Although she didn’t tell you which song she would put on the set list, you know it’s going to be amazing to see. Simply looking at her sitting next to you in her pink and blue bodysuit as well as her brand new knee-high boots made you loose your mind.

Now the hazardous contraption meant to transport her unnoticed for the beginning of the show was another thing.

‘’But babe what if you die in that thing? What am I going to tell the kids?’’

‘’Darling don’t be so dramatic,’’ Taylor says as she holds you against her, head over yours. ‘’Olivia, Meredith, Benjamin and Bailey will be okay. They’ll have their second mom with them if I die.’’

‘’TAYLOR!’’

‘’What? They love you more than me anyway! But seriously Charlie, I’ll be okay. I promise,’’ your soulmate kisses you on the nose and you finally relax. You know it’s a bit childish of you to worry about something like this, because no one on Taylor’s team would allow her to do something stupid and/or dangerous (you still had doubts). ‘’It’s just a cleaning cart, and look! There’s a blanket at the bottom, and I’ll be sitting on it the whole time. You can even walk next to it before they bring you to the tent, alright? You won’t get rid of me that easily.’’

‘’Tay I love you too much to even think about getting rid of you.’’

‘’Say that again?’’

‘’I love you Taylor, forever and always.’’

Taylor kisses you then, her lips taking control of yours, but before it can go further like it usually does when you’re alone together and your soulmate gets too into it, someone clears their throat behind you. You almost yank yourself away from Taylor but she keeps the kiss going for another ten second before she releases you with a smirk upon her face.

‘’There, something to make you think of me for the next three and a half hours,’’ Taylor declares, giving you one last kiss on the cheek. She winks at you before she gets up and turns towards the redhead whom interrupted you. ‘’You couldn’t let me have this one moment with my soulmate did you?’’

‘’Taylor, you know as well as I do that you can’t miss your entrance, it’s the first night of your Tour, it must be perfect,’’ Tree, the woman of the hour, says as she waves at you. The publicist had made it clear at the very beginning of your relationship that she didn’t appreciate Taylor’s little stunt of not listening to her directives, but she was also smart enough to recognize that it was a little bit harsh to command the singer to stay away from you for months. Tree also quickly became one of your favorite people in the world, the main reason being that she was ready to ride at dawn for Taylor in the blink of an eye. ‘’Come on Taylor, get inside the damn cleaning cart. The sooner you get to the stage the sooner my headache will go away.’’

‘’Awww, are you saying I’m the solution to all your problems?’’

‘’You wish,’’ Tree rolls her eyes and turns to you. ‘’Your family is safe and waiting for you. Theo insisted that I tell you to hurry up, as he wants to ‘watch aunty TayTay singing on stage with aunty Charlie next to me or I’ll be mad at her forever’. I would do what he says, just to be sure.’’

You put your earplugs in your ear before anything else, observing with apprehension as Taylor gets in the cleaning cart. You’re able to see her smile up close one last time before one of her staff member closes the door and you’re all off.

Outside, the sound is almost deafening. Despite your earplugs being in, you can still hear the thousands of fans screaming and singing along to the music that’s playing before Taylor gets on. Some of them notice you walking behind the cleaning cart, confused but happy to see you there nonetheless. You put a finger over your mouth, winking at them and pointing to the cleaning cart with your other hand, laughing as you hear quite a few Swifties shouting ‘’OH MY GOD TAYLOR! TAYLOR’S IN THERE YOU GUYS!’’. You did help them in figuring it out, but honestly how they guessed it so quick is incredible.

Once you arrive behind the scene and away from prying eyes, Taylor finally gets out of her deathtrap. You swiftly jump onto her and the singer is all too pleased to let you do so, squeezing your backside as you wrap your legs around her waist.

‘’You’re alive thank gods!’’

‘’Honestly you’re just being dramatic darling,’’ Taylor whispers against your neck, pressing her lips against your skin. You shiver as you feel the ghost of her tongue tracing a pattern up and down your neck, a pleasurable pain radiating from it as Taylor bites down on your skin. She reaches your lips and proceeds to give you one of her special breath stealing kiss, teeth trapping your lower lip as she lets you down from her. ’’Now off you go. If you look for me, I’ll be the one in the sparkly outfits!’’

‘’Love you Taylor!’’

‘’Love you too Charlie!’’

Tree rolls her eyes at you when you join her, acting like she’s horrified by your display of affection but you know she secretly loves seeing Taylor so happy with you. There is a clock on the giant screen when you walk out, and Tree starts cursing under her breath as she urges you on. The security guards around you keep people from getting too close as you get to the VIP tent, but a teenager with her hand held towards you catches your eye. She has her arms full of friendship bracelets, a new tradition from Taylor’s fans that you love, and when you lock eyes with her something clicks in your head.

Despite Tree’s slight protest you go towards the exited teen, your own hand full of one of the many friendship bracelets Taylor helped you make. You hand it to her as she gives you one of hers, tears of happiness running down her face.

‘’OH MY GOD THANK YOU! We love you so much!’’ The teen shouts, showing of her new bracelet to her friend next to her. ‘’Mia look! Oh my god thank you so much again! Exile is my favorite one from Folklore, how did you know?!’’

‘’Just a hunch,’’ you answer with a smile and a wink. You see her hesitantly looking down at her phone. ‘’Do you want a picture maybe? It’s okay if you do, we have approximately…a little more than one minute until Taylor comes out.’’

‘’YES PLEASE!’’

The picture gets taken, and when you hand the girl’s phone back to her you sneakily whisper in her ear.

‘’Take care of that bracelet or Taylor will be very much upset you’ve lost one of her creation.’’

Tree drags you away with all her strength, the girl’s screams of surprise and joy still echoing in your ears as you reach yours and Taylor’s families. Andrea and Scott both give you a hug when they see you, quickly letting you go when you hear your best friend shouting your name.

‘’BESTIE FINALLY! Where the heck were you?!’’

You go to answer Sam but your best friend quickly cuts you off, laughing as she points to your neck.

‘’You know what? Forget I asked, it was a stupid question anyway,’’ Sam keeps laughing as your entire face turns red, acutely aware of Taylor’s parents watching over you and the apparent hickey on your neck. ‘’ALEX! You owe me fifty bucks for this! I told you she was late because they were fuck-‘’

‘’HUSH!’’ Try as you might, everyone in the VIP tent heard Sam. Even your own sister was laughing at you, the traitor. ‘’Must you always bet on us like that?’’

‘’What can I say? With these kinds of bets, I always win,’’ Sam answers with a wink, throwing her arm over your shoulder. She gives you a kiss on the cheek as she steers you towards your sister and the rest of your family. ‘’But you love me anyway Charlie. And Taylor does too, that’s why it’s easy to guess where you are and what you’re doing if you’re not with us.’’

‘’…are we really that predicable?’’

‘’Sweetie, you two were literally late for Christmas because Taylor couldn’t get her hands off of you,’’ you hear your mother say. She hugs you too, ruffling your hair in the process. ‘’She had her shirt inside out, and you were missing a sock.’’

‘’You were barely able to walk too.’’

‘’GET IT GIRL!’’

‘’SAM SHUT UP!’’

Suddenly the crowd goes wild and your eyes are inevitably drawn to the stage. The clock has reached its final seconds, and when it slowly disappears from the screen even you can’t help but share in everyone’s excitement. You hold your breath as the introduction starts, the dancers getting on stage with their gigantic colorful props. When one of them bends down with his giant prop touching the stage, your heart skips a beat because you have a pretty good feeling about what’s about to happen.

‘’GET IT AUNTY TAY TAY!’’ Theo screams when all the other dancers join the first one. His bright little mind apparently reached the same conclusion as you. ‘’I’m so excited!’’

Taylor appears on stage in her jaw-dropping bodysuit, capturing your heart all over again as she starts singing her seventh track of her seventh album. You must look like a fool as you stand there with tears running down your face, eyes glued upon your soulmate moving along to her own music. Everyone around you is either singing or dancing while your mind is still processing what it’s seeing.

You’re perfectly aware of your family filming your reaction to the show, can even see some of the fans doing the same, yet the tears won’t stop. Months ago you were living a normal life, in your cozy little apartment with your cat and going to work everyday, hoping and praying that one day your soulmate would show up.

And show up she did, stealing your body and soul as soon as she was able to get her hands on you. Taylor loves you, as you do her.

‘’Aunty Charlie are you crying?’’ Theo’s little voice asks you when Taylor is done singing You Need To Calm Down. You feel your nephew’s arms wrap around your waist as your soulmate gets handed a pink guitar. ‘’Are you sad because aunty Tay Tay is far away from you?’’

‘’I’m very much happy right now Theo,’’ you answer as you take him in your arms. ‘’I know she’ll get back to me before the night ends, and this is very much important to her. Do you understand that sweet boy?’’

‘’I think…’’

Theo suddenly gets this mischievous little smile upon his face as he turns his eyes back on Taylor.

‘’I think this night is very much important for aunty TayTay too.’’

‘’Of course it is Theo, it’s her first show of-‘’

‘’No! She wants to ask you to-humph!’’

Your sister is quick to cover your nephew’s mouth, glaring at him as if he was about to say something he shouldn’t. You get the feeling that it might as well be the case here, observing the way Robin is silently communicating with Theo. The little boy glances at Taylor on stage, then back at you, then once again at Taylor.

‘’I’m sorry mommy, I almost ruined it.’’

You don’t linger on this much longer as you hear Taylor say your name. She’s playing some chords on her guitar and you can feel her eyes boring into you from all the way up there on stage. The huge screen at her back even has your blushing face displayed for the entire stadium to see.

‘’I wrote this next song long before we met and I want the whole stadium…what am I saying, I want the whole world to know that from this moment and for the rest of our life I’ll sing it for you. Forever and always Charlie, remember?’’

The crowd goes wild again as Taylor sings the first lyrics to Lover but you’re still stuck on her very public declaration to you. Yes, she made a social media announcement about you two being together, yet somehow this right there felt like so much more. The whole time she keeps looking at you, her lips moving along to her lyrics, telling a story to the crowd while her eyes convey something of a deeper meaning to you.

You don’t stop crying when The Archer starts, not even when Theo jumps into your arms at the beginning of the Fearless era part of the show, screaming along to the song of the same name. The only thing able to bring you back to your normal self is Taylor once again saying your name at the end of Love Story and blowing a kiss your way.

‘’Are you feeling big feelings right now aunty Charlie?’’

‘’I-I think I am little man,’’ you whisper as you hug your nephew hard against you. Theo is holding onto you like a koala to its tree, little eyes jumping from you, to the stage, to the crowd and back to you again. ‘’I love her so much.’’

‘’Awww me too, I love her,’’ Theo admits, and you laugh. Your nephew starts playing with the bracelets around your wrists just as you recognize the first notes to Willow. ‘’Do you think I can sneak on stage with aunty TayTay?’’

‘’You could certainly try.’’ One glare from your sister makes you backtrack immediately. ‘’Although maybe that’s not such a good idea. There’s a lot of people on stage, you could fall and hurt yourself you know?’’

The rest of the show goes by and the more you see of Taylor performing, the more you think that your life and hers especially couldn’t get any better. You quite literally start drooling when the Reputation set starts, knees trembling all throughout …Ready For It?, admiring her red and black snake outfit. It sticks to her body like a second skin, and there comes a moment when your mind goes ‘’Damn, this would be a pain in the ass to get off of her…but so worth it.’’ and it must’ve shown on your face because the next thing you know Sam is smirking at you as her wife, Alex, keeps filming your face diligently.

When Delicate comes the entire stadium shouts the iconic chant to the song, and you know it shouldn’t surprise you yet it did, because Theo shouts the words right along with everyone. Your nephew is gleefully laughing afterwards, singing and dancing along to the rest of the song.

The transition between Don’t Blame Me and Look What You Made Me Do literally brings you to your knees. Taylor knows exactly what she’s doing, her electric blue eyes looking for you in the dark and smirking once she does find you. She moves this way and that, hitting high notes after high notes like it’s the easiest thing one could do in the world.

Before you know it the Speak Now, Red, Folklore and 1989 sets are over. Your eyes are still glued upon the stage where Taylor disappeared, cheeks red and sweat dripping down your back from all the dancing you just did. However a frown is quick to appear on your face when you notice a group of security guards walking towards the VIP tent.

‘’Andrea, do you know what’s happening?’’ You ask, confused. Taylor’s mother simply shrugs, acting like she is as clueless as you are. Yet you see it, the same glint in the older woman’s eyes that Taylor gets before she’s about to do something either stupid or completely mind-blowing. ‘’You know something. What is it?’’

‘’I’m not aware of anything.’’

‘’Come on, you’re just messing with me now and I just want to k-‘’

‘’Miss Walker? If you could follow us quickly,’’ one man amongst the security says as they stop in front of you. You just look at them with your eyes wide open, not knowing what to do with yourself. The man sighs. ‘’Please? The boss lady is waiting for you on stage.’’

‘’W-What for?’’

‘’We are not allowed to tell you, I’m sorry.’’

Damn you Taylor, trying to make me pass out aren’t you?

You do as you’re told, but not before you try and fail to make your nephew let go of you. Theo stubbornly stays glued to your body when Robin tries to get him back, stating high and loud that he wants to stay with you or he’ll scream ‘bloody murder’. You just shake your head at your sister and make your way backstage.

People put you on a platform to raise you up on the stage, not unlike Taylor for her 1989 set earlier. Your heart is beating wildly inside your ribcage, Theo squeezing you with all his might being the only reason you’ve not sent yourself into a full blown panic attack.

‘’Welcome to the acoustic session!’’

The stadium erupts into more cheers if that was even possible. You’re able to hear your soulmate talk about this fun new little tradition that she decided to add for the Eras Tour, and before you know it the platform your nephew and you are on starts moving up.

‘’Now before you hear the song I chose for you tonight, I actually have a very special guest coming here with me on stage! Would you mind giving a round of applause for my amazing soulmate Charlie? Yeah, come on!’’

There is a spotlight tracking your every move when you finally appear on stage, and as a reflex more than anything you turn your head away from the light as well as shield Theo’s eyes from it.

‘’Well, it looks like we might be getting two special guests tonight!’’ Taylor says into her mic, watching as you stay rooted to your spot. ‘’Little man do you mind telling your aunt that she actually needs to stand before me if she wants her surprise?’’

‘’YES AUNTY TAYTAY!’’ Theo screams right into your ear. The stadium erupts into a chorus of ‘Awwwww’ as your nephew jumps down from you and proceeds to drag you towards Taylor. He makes you sit down on the piano stool before assaulting your soulmate with a hug around her waist. ‘’Look I did it TayTay! Are you proud of me?’’

‘’Of course I am Theo!’’ Taylor tells your nephew, ruffling his hair as her mouth nears her mic once again. Her eyes are on you through it all, even as she addresses the crowd. ‘’It’s been a long time since I played this one on the guitar, so I ask that you forgive me if I mess the lyrics up a little, yeah?’’

There’s a smirk and ten seconds of notes on the guitar later you immediately recognize the song even before the lyrics come.

Our secret moments in your crowded room

They got no idea about me and you

There is an indentation in the shape of you

Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

Taylor’s goddamn smirk is still on her face while yours turns red from her words. Theo is back at your side, clueless about the state you’re in and oblivious to the actual meaning of the song he’s singing along to.

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation

My hands are shaking from holding back from you

There are no words to describe what you feel right now. You’ve heard this one before, of course you did, but hearing it live compared to your home speakers are two completely different experiences.

Say my name and everything just stops

I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Take it off

Carve your name into my bedpost

'Cause I don't want you like a best friend

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

Take it off

To be fair she did buy you a gorgeous dress a few days ago, and she did take it off of you…

Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try

And if I get burned, at least we were electrified

I'm spilling wine in the bathtub

You kiss my face and we're both drunk

Everyone thinks that they know us

But they know nothing about

Oh you were definitely going to tell her both of your families are perfectly aware that you were late to Christmas because Taylor was too busy doing…well, you.

"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?" You say

"Your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that's how"

I see you every day now

Did she just-?

And I chose you

The one I was dancin' with

In New York, no shoes

Looked up at the sky and it was

Yes she did. Even your earplugs couldn’t save you from the deafening sounds of the stadium recognizing the mashup for what it was, Dress x Maroon. You still don’t know why Taylor wanted you on stage for this, yet you’re grateful that you get to experience it from up close. A part of you also wonders if Taylor planned this just to see the blush rising on your face in front of all these people.

The burgundy on my T-shirt when you splashed your wine into me

And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was

The mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones

The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon

Taylor turns to the crowd, winking to a few of her fans as she continues singing. Her ever permanent trademark smirk upon her face lets you know she’s perfectly aware of your current state. You have this big smile on your face with a hand over your heart, your other unoccupied hand playing with the necklace Taylor gifted you all those months ago.

And I wake with your memory over me

That's a real fucking legacy

There is an indentation in the shape of you

You made your mark on me, golden tattoo

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

And I…

You did not realize but Taylor had this tiny black mic-like thing attached to her dress. How did you notice it?

Your eyes were simply unashamedly checking out your soulmate as she was now walking over to you, talented hands continuing to play the guitar. Theo was especially squirmy at your side, jumping up and down as Taylor got closer to you.

In your mind your soulmate would just sit down next to you as she finishes her song, it certainly looked like it. And yet…

Taylor kneels to the floor right in front of you and the entire world stops.

Love you to the moon and to Saturn

You could hear a pin drop as the whole stadium waited in anticipation for Taylor’s next move, all watching as she put her guitar down on the floor and reached inside a hidden pocket on her dress. Taylor was steady on her knee as she retrieved what she was looking for, a tiny red velvet box.

Her eyes once again upon you, Taylor smiles as she notices the wonderstruck look on your face. It doesn’t escape her that you have yet to say a single word. But maybe that’s just it, because she knows sometimes you find yourself incapable of uttering a single word, brain thinking ten thousand miles a minutes while your mouth refuses to relay your thoughts.

And that’s okay, because your soulmate knows. She always does.

‘’I know when one has to ask this very specific and important question, there is technically this whole speech that you have to prepare, but I find myself thinking that I don’t even need one,’’ Taylor says as she opens the tiny box containing the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen. You briefly glance at it, tearful eyes quickly going back to your soulmate’s face. ‘’Us two are inevitable. We are soulmates, destined to spend the rest of our lives together. You’re the best thing that’s ever been mine, so why not make it official? Would you make me the happiest person on earth and be my wife?’’

Tears immediately go down your cheeks. You want to move, do something, literally anything to make Taylor understand that your answer is very much in the positive. But your body betrays you, staying still with this gobsmacked look upon your face.

Theo doesn’t seem to be able to wait any longer than is strictly necessary, as before you know it your nephew is shaking your body like a leaf.

‘’Aunty Charlie stop gay panicking for aunty Taylor and answer her!’’

‘’YEAH! What the little boy said!’’

‘’Come on say yes!’’

‘’Don’t let her get away from you!’’

‘’Get a grip and marry her!’’

‘’You two love each other!’’

‘’BLOODY SAY YES WOMAN!’’

Taylor ever so gently puts her hand over your cheek, gently wiping some of your tears away with her thumb. She looks into your eyes, electric blues searching for what she is sure to find. Her hand stills at your neck and it is only then that you find enough strength to nod, if only a little.

Relief surges through your soulmate as she stands up, dragging you with her, and before all Taylor kisses you with everything that she has. You gasp as her tongue invades your mouth, surrendering yourself over to your one true love like you’ve done it the millions of times before then. Taylor’s hand grasps your thigh to get you to come closer to her, the need to feel you right up against her higher than it ever was before.

Before long and at your own protest, Taylor lets you go with a last searing kiss on your lips. Your legs are barely able to support your own body when the singer sits down at her piano stool and make you straddle her. Gently, as if you were the most precious thing on earth, Taylor carefully slides the ring on your finger.

‘’You can’t get rid of me now darling,’’ Taylor whispers to you. She grins as you laugh, hiding your face in the crook of her neck. ‘’Thank you for loving me Charlie, I could never be myself without you.’’

‘’You’re the Queen of my Heart, how could I ever let you go?’’

No matter what people thought about you, no matter what others might think about you, because in this moment nothing was more important. The world could burn for all you cared, and as Taylor kisses you once again in front of her sold-out stadium, you know you would do anything for her. As she would for you.

You are her beginning, as she is your ending.

a/n: so there it is, the ending of my pride and joy, my baby, the story my friend waited weeks to know the ending of (started writing it mid April of this year and finished it early July). Hope you enjoyed! (I know I did)

#taylor swift #taylor swift x oc #surprise song #taylor swift x reader #wlw

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thegracefulknight · 8 months ago

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O!Ciel, Lizzy, and Sterling Silver Roses

One of my favorite extra chapters in Kuro is the Book of Murder side story, where each of the characters turn into characters from fairy tales. My most favorite part there is obviously Ciel and Lizzy's, which represented The Snow Queen (also my favorite fairy tale). It just fits them so much!

So I was rereading this chapter and noticed the panels below:

In the first one, we see Ciel seemingly giving someone a rose. At the present, we haven't seen any scene similar to this between O!Ciel and Lizzy, but since this is Lizzy's POV and she is talking about the protagonist, I'm assuming this is indeed a memory shared between them (or at least parallel of actual events that happened in their past).

O!Ciel's favorite flower, is coincidentally, sterling silver roses, as mentioned by Sebastian in Ch. 1.

Sterling silver roses are these lovely lavender or lilac-silver roses that represent nobility, elegance, and regality. Since I wanted to see if there would be any relation I could make between this flower and my favorite ship (the way I overthink about these two, really 😭 lol), I tried to look more into what these types of roses represent in a romantic sense.

And well— lavender-colored roses like the sterling silver rose represent love at first sight. They also "signify enchantment, adoration, wonder, and fascination. If you have a secret love, lavender roses can maintain a sense of mystery. The tone is also ideal for the first time you give your love interest flowers."

Giving lilac roses to your special someone, on the other hand, symbolizes your "subtle intentions for them in the future."

Going along with these concepts, and since we were never told of the reason yet why this type of rose was our earl's favorite, my assumption is that the silver sterling rose probably holds a special memory for him in the past. And as the only time we see him with a rose in the manga so far would be that panel from the special chapter (correct me if I'm wrong though), it could be assumed that this memory is something he shares with Lizzy from when they were little—O!Ciel giving her a sterling silver rose. It could be a hint that O!Ciel has liked our sweet Lizzy from the start, and possibly, has wished before that it was he would be betrothed to her instead of R!Ciel (who doesn't really seem that interested in her anyway, he's just happy and relieved she at least is cute and 'not scary'). He doesn't act on it however, as he knows she is never meant to be his.

One thing to note is that, while we have seen from his actions many times that he cares a lot about Lizzy, we are still yet to see O!Ciel actually talk about his true feelings for her. And I believe it's about time l we see just how he thinks of her, from his own POV. I expect that this is something we will finally get to see soon in this arc as one of the layers it touches are the conflicts between O!Ciel and Lizzy, and their relationship.

It's been shown at an earlier part of this arc that O!Ciel distances himself from people he cares about to protect them, and that he is afraid to accept the idea that he deserves love and happiness. I think bringing up this memory with her, and his sterling silver roses would be an emotional way for him to finally face these feelings, and give it a name. To acknowledge that Lizzy is someone that he loves, ever since, and someone he doesn't want to lose.

All of this for now are just my assumptions on what we may see once we finally get the focus back to O!Ciel and Lizzy, but it would be truly interesting to see it unfold, and also a beautiful way to see them acknowledge their feelings for each other when the time comes.

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #ciel phantomhive #elizabeth midford #cielizzy #o!ciel #ciel x elizabeth #ciel x lizzy #lizzy x ciel #this also had me thinking of writing a fanfic about them involving sterling silver roses but when will i even have the time aaa #so yes i tried to write something lol #our!ciel #black butler lizzy #lizzy midford #black butler ciel #ciel x lizzie #cielizzie #ೀ ˚ a love written in the stardust — cielizzy

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salemthepuppylover · 4 months ago

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Yeah sex is incredible but I wanna take you on cute lil dates based on our special interests. Hold hands as we walk around. Seeing your eyes sparkle when something catches your eye or you info dump about whatever comes to your head. Cuddling on the bed or couch and just happy to be in the others company. Giving you surprise kisses on your hands, cheeks, forehead, lips, ect. Going on a cute little picnic date and we both are dressed up just because. Basically treat you like the goddess/queen that you are. I think that would be nice 😊

-🐇

I’ve been keeping this in my drafts to roll it over in my hands like a sacred crystal. this is so sweet bun 🥺

I’m such a fucking nerd too I get so excited when I get to talk about things I’m passionate about, I literally look like a smiley pup wagging its tail

getting told I deserve to be loved and cherished even though I’m trans is such an amazing healing thing.

#salspeaks #t4t nsft #t4t nblnb #mtf nsft #trans nsft #mtf t4t #tgirl #mtf girl #trans t4t #transfem #mtf dom #mtf trans #🐇

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Growing into the Job, Post 336: A Saturday at Melissa's, p11 (9PM, Randi)

We were kinda sorta still watching the movie, another superhero thing that was in the theaters a couple years or so ago. Sushi had all been cleaned up, and we’d let him start to recover, dialing back on our, uh, whatever they called these things - pheromones. Missy was reclined, he was cuddled up into her and had been put back into some loose clothes after he’d complained a bit. Most of us were still in swimsuits, though I’d put a little tube top on over mine after our last spurt nearly burst me out of my bikini. Fuck, my tits were getting huge. We’d all grown.

“Hey, has anyone heard from Marisela?” I asked, to no one in particular, stretching my jaw, “She was supposed to be here.”

I didn’t really get a response. I’d been here only a few hours but he’d came like a bunch of times today already. We were all just sort of lazily recovering, enjoying the new size and energy. Some of us handled it differently than others, and though nobody really talked about it too much some of us were beginning to change in different ways. I stretched out my jaw again, which tended to feel a little sore afterwards, and considered Marisela once more. “Should someone call her?”

“I already tried. Nothing,” Josie replied, casually rubbing J's bare foot. I thought I saw the ends of her long brown hair twitching. She’d gone back to watching Black Widow shrink Ant Man down for like the third time, Amelia was checking her nails..

Hm. Well, fuck it. If no one else cares I don’t either. These were odd chicks, for sure, this little friend group of ours. That I’d become the responsible one was a laugh, and I tried not to get too concerned about the weird shit that was going on. I figured I’d worry about whatever Marisela was doing later tonight. Maybe tomorrow.

Scarlett was holding the guy in her hand and scowling down at him while he tried to joke his way out of something stupid he’d just done. I gererally thought superhero movies were fucking stupid but had to admit the effects in this one were pretty amazing. It was one of the first ones, along with the first She-Hulk movie, that really caught people’s attention, big girls and all that.

“Haha I dunno..!” Missy laughed back, hugging his head back into her boobs, “Maybe! Would you like that, sweetie..?”

We all laughed as a few girls turned to watch him blush and stammer something we could barely hear. Missy, for her part, took it upon herself to gather him in a little closer, bundling him in the thin blanket he’d been given. I didn't even have to look. One of her hands was definitely under that blanket.

I’m sure I don’t have to spell it out for you people, but for all her quirks, we all adored Missy. Josie, Katie, Amelia and I have known her a long time, Shanette even longer. She’s a special friend to have. It’s been a trip, watching what’s happening to her in the middle of all the crazy shit that’s going down in the world and seeing how she’s drawn this hive of girls all around her. This job had been haha really good for her, to say the least, and it had given us all the opportunity to not only make bank, but to become more than what we were before. Some of us were worker bees, some were becoming more like warriors or soldiers, but everyone had their part. I like to think the boss girls were something even more special still. But Melissa, again for all her oddities, was definitely our queen bee…and she seemed blithely happy with this new little boyfriend of hers. It’s good, she deserves to be happy, especially with what her life story has been. And I have to admit he was pretty cute, so vulni and getting more so everyday. It made my mouth water, thinking of it, and my jaw flex remembering the couple times I had him in the car and in his apartment a few months back. Yummy...

The guy was a hard-triggered mess unable to think with anything besides what was between his legs. Most of the time that didn't seem weird anymore. It certainly didn’t bother Melissa. In fact, I think she sorta loved it. She would've had trouble seeing anything odd or strange about it. Her view of men was certainly different than most people’s, with the way she was raised. That she even seemed to consider this guy as human, let alone someone to care about, was a big step for her. She’d had him tamed through his libido, which was sort of her go-to automatic thing and not a surprise seeing as how she’d treated boys before, but she honestly seemed to love him.

Jesus Christ I sound like such an adult. The important thing was that she had him by the dick and that was that. Her new thing was that she wanted us all in on the deal. Well, okay, we could become his protectors, his guardian angels or whatever. It certainly felt good, this new kind of energy we were all getting since yesterday. I could feel it in my teeth and jaw.

Watching Black Widow zipping up her top, hiding away and trapping Ant Man in her bra and then having to fight off some robots got Melissa thinking. She and the rest of us sort of chatted about it, and it was obviously making him kinda nervous. I sensed it, and she certainly did too. She spoke up, finally, and sat him up a bit on her lap. It was weird, kinda. How her voice seemed to make the movie go quiet as all the lasers and punching noises faded into the background. We were all - all like, I dunno, dozen of us - turned to her. Attentive.

”Jay, I want you to tell them what we talked about last night,” she said. Melissa was half-reclined on the couch, her long legs stretched out and taking up a good number of seats. Shanette sat alongside her on the other wing of the sectional.

He was turned on her lap a little awkwardly at the waist, so he could look back down at her. He nodded his head, like he knew exactly what she was talking about, what she wanted him to tell the crowd of us. “Melissa, uh…because of what’s going on with my, uh…health, thinks I need some…protecting.”

As the words left him I watched Shanette whispering in Missy’s ear. As she pulled back, Melissa shook her head in the negative and spoke up again. “No,” she said to him, “That doesn’t sound right. Try again, sweetie.”

I saw his reaction - he was a little taken aback. But he paused, and rather than argue, he thought for a moment and reworded what he’d said. ”She believes it’d be in my best interest if you all helped her-“

Shanette was whispering in her ear again, and again Melissa stopped him. ”Uh uh uh,” She said, herself stopping to think now, “I know what’s wrong. Try saying it like this ‘I’m starting to have a hard time, and I need all your help. I need you all to become more protective of me.’” Melissa looked at him with those big, golden-green eyes of hers and I could see the gears turning between them. “Try that, honey,” she instructed, already expectant.

You could tell he felt awkward, all those female eyes on him, the center of attention. But, he was able to repeat her word for word: “I’m starting to have a hard time, and I need all your help. I need you all to become more protective of me.”

When we all gave several half-claps and ‘good jobs’, you could see his face growing redder. He felt happy and self-conscious at the same time, surrounded by a bevy of bosomy bikini girls praising him like he was a shy schoolboy.

“Much better,” Melissa lauded, petting his shoulder and gracing him with that big dimpled smile of hers.

”Melissa, th-that was embarrassing,” he said, plainly, making us all purr in delight. The light of the TV screen silhouetted the shapely figures of Aubrey, Katie and the B-girls from behind, covering J with their shadow.

The room erupted with an “Awwwww..!” as I watched his vulni little eyes settle on his reflection in the glass pool doors. The TV gave off just enough light for him to see his shrunken little self - and I swear he was smaller now than he was this afternoon - surrounded by his big beautiful protectors on every side. He was seated in the middle, a little man on his girlfriend's lap, right where he belonged.

”Don´t think of it that way, sweetie,” Shanette giggled, “think of it as a lesson…”

“...and you just needed some help with it,” Josie chimed.

“But I´m sure that, from now on, you will pay attention to what every woman says, right?” Melissa finished. She was sitting up straighter, now, and had pulled him slowly closer to her. I could see her eyes light up as he had moved closer to her right breast again. This whole exchange was so, like, enlightening. She obviously didn’t want him to feel as if he had no say in the matter. She wanted him to think that he had at least some power in this relationship of theirs, but she also needed him to know what’s what.

“We’re all excited to help you,” Lakshmi spoke, turning ever so slightly towards him on the couch, that big rear end of hers pivoting and causing something - springs in the sofa? - to groan.

“We want to keep you safe,” said Aubrey.

Melissa continued. ”Does that make you happy?” she asked, “Are you happy you have us, you have me to protect you?”

His voice cracked, adorably. ”s-SU-ure?” he answered, “Yes?” That caused the girls to titter and giggle excitedly, though I could tell he couldn’t make out what they were saying even as they were all - me included - drawing in closer to him. The whole place already looked like a big slumber party from some weird-ass porno.

”So tell me… why?” Melissa pressed. Their gazes were locked, intent on one another.

”Uhhh…” he began, searching for the right answer, “if someone tries to h-hurt me, you’d stop them?”

Melissa shook her head while her words came quickly. “Oh no no no,” she said, “If someone were to try to hurt you I wouldn’t just stop them. I’d absolutely murder them.”

When his smile changed we all felt the electricity. Her own excitement surged and we all began to warm slightly. He was picturing it, we could see, he was imagining what someone with the size and strength of Melissa could do to another human being, and it turned him on. Missy shivered, and needed to squirm her legs below him.

“We all would,” someone else said. I think it was Amelia, at first, but then the others joined in in chorus.

“Yes, cutie…”

“You have us…”

“Your girl army…”

All our voices were echoing off the high ceilings, sounding louder and louder. I don’t know if the others were noticing it but I was watching him flinch.

“Your big pretty bodyguards…”

“We’d fucking kill them.”

Girls were laughing, and onscreen Black Widow was again arguing with Ant Man, who was complaining from deep inside her cleavage. The robots were crumpled and smoldering, beaten, but she still hadn’t unzipped.

Melissa continued to smile, satisfied with the enthusiasm of her girls. ”What else?” she asked him, “What else are you happy about?” The smell of our perfumes, the chlorine in our wet hair, and the lingering tang of wasabi filled the room as we waited for him to answer.

”Uhhhh….” he began, struggling again under the attention of a dozen jigglebunnies. He knew there was a right answer, somewhere.

Josie spoke up to help. ”How about this, Dr. J…say this:” she began, “‘Now I don’t only have one girlfriend, I’ve got thirty…”

Lots of giggles.

”Th-thirty?” he stammered, looking over at Josie.

”Haha yes!” Missy laughed, “Thirty girlfriends! You lucky little guy!”

“So lucky!”

“And soon we’re going to hire more,” Missy added.

“More girlfriends??” someone sang, “OOOOoooo YES!”

“Okay, Fifty!” Josie called.

“Sixty!” offered someone else.

“And the more of us there are..?” said Brittni.

“...the stronger we get?” finished Bobbi.

“A hundred!” called the redheaded Julia, who’d arrived an hour or so ago. She and a couple others were actually standing on the second-floor balcony above us, outside the bedrooms, watching from up there.

“A thousand!!” laughed Stephanie after her, also from the balcony. When’d she get here? I think there were three of our witchy friends up there, too.

Anyway, I felt it myself, for sure - this group of women swelling in strength, excited and energized. We were a unit, a hive, a family - and we were growing. So weird; three months ago you’d have never been able to convince me I’d be hanging out with some of these people. But now, look at all of us. Each one of us that joined the group just makes us bigger and better, makes her bigger and better. Is that what’s making Melissa so strong? I thought, The more of us there are, the more powerful she becomes? I’d seen her, in the parking lot just yesterday, casually pushing one of the construction guy’s pickup trucks out of the way. He’d parked it blocking in her beemer, and she moved the thing like it was nothing.

“A million!”

Does she even realize it?

There was the patter of strong footsteps as several more girls came in from the kitchen, bare feet and high heels, both. Silvia, Nadia and Kori were here now, and had been swimming and looking for wine in the fridge. Bessie had also arrived, still in her BOOMfood uniform and pumps. Among everyone, the growing, giddy crowd, Missy seemed to draw all light and attention to herself. Look at her, I remember thinking, seeing her holding him so small on her lap, I fucking love her.

“A million girlfriends, Jay, how does that sound?” Missy laughed, “Could you handle all those kisses?”

The girls loved that, and we all smushed in closer. The movie still played, and with the doors out to the pool now left open you could hear the sound of the hot tub from outside the room. The floor was damp in places and there were warmly wet towels everywhere, left by the few who had not fully dried their hair. Some of us - oh yeah, me haha - had their towel around their waist.

“We need you, sweetie, to start getting used to having as much physical contact with the girls as possible,” Missy continued, as the pile of girls swarmed in closer still, some crawling onto the couch, across the ground, gathering towards him with the sofa pillows they had brought to sit on the floor, “It’ll help you bond.”

“Yes, bonding. Lots of bonding,” Shanette cooed, pressing her big breasts together in her overmatched blue bikini, causing his eyes to goggle.

“I’m going to need my good morning hug every morning,” Josie offered, pushing a pillow up alongside him, between him and the back of the couch.

“Me too, and a good morning kiss,” said Katie, also adding a pillow to support him and leaning in to smooch him on the lips.

“Bonding…” Shanette cooed again.

“Everyone will need their good morning hug, and their good morning kiss when they come into the office, okay Jay?” Missy charged, watching his eyes follow Katie’s chest up and then rivet to her brilliant smile as she pushed back her thick blond hair.

“Yes lots of physical contact,” I said, moving in myself towards him seeing how hard he obviously was, with a tent pulling the thin blanket up off his hips, “Let’s try it out…”

At that I scootched in for my own kiss, my mouth opening wide - though not nearly as wide as haha I could open it - to take his own. The girls were building pillows around him, attempting to make him even more comfortable as I could taste Katie’s cherry chapstick on his lips. I added my own lipstick to his face, my mauveness, smearing it on him. How do you like that flavor, boy? I then heard him grunt, feeling the surprise when he realized the size of my mouth. I chuckled thinking about how he’d react if he realized I could probably swallow his whole fucking head if I wanted. I grabbed his cock through the throw blanket, and we all heard him groan, everyone giggling as his body tensed into spasm.

“Who’s the best kisser, Dr. J?” I asked, giving him another quick peck, this time right between the eyes. Then I licked him up his face, chin-to-nose-to-forehead. “Me?”

“No no no you have to try us all!” Josie squealed, suddenly leaning in aside me to plant her own lips on his. His eyes had closed, so he couldn’t see how her hair, in the strange way it had started to do over the past week, began to swirl and curl, with a movement of its own. One strand reached out towards me, one towards him, caressed his face.

I sat back and Missy, for her part, just watched and smiled as the entire crowd of us moved in for kisses. His face, I could see, was quickly coated with smears of lipstick, the sheen of glosses, pink and red and shiny. Aubrey, Lakshmi, Brittni and Bobbi. Amelia and Katarina and Shanette. Even the new girls Silvia and Kori and Bessie and the rest got in there, everyone taking their turns on his lips, settling for his cheeks and neck and shoulders, back and belly when needed. He was a-glob with lipstick, all over his body, the girls sitting back to apply more to themselves, to each other, when others slid in to take their place on him and his skin. The blanket, which had been across his hips, was gone. If he’d had on shorts or anything underneath those were gone too, and now it was cock, all cock. Huge throbbing cock again, nearly ten inches of it rising from his weak-ass skeleton. As we kissed him - I’d gone in for seconds, thirds - hands were on him, now. The other girls were cooing and clucking, groaning and texting and taking selfies and group pics with him swimming in his harem, drowning in their lipstick, trying to stay afloat as our mouths sucked him into our depths. In all his glory he was now only weakly twitching and he would have long ago collapsed and flopped over were it not for us all, for the pillows around him, and for Missy’s strength holding him up from behind. She, in fact, finally eased us all away to allow him breath, while we all writhed alongside him, buzzing and squealing. She turned him, gently, pivoting him at the hips and - his chin in hand - took him in for a kiss of her own.

If you’ve never seen a man’s brain melt, it’s quite the fucking sight.

Missy drew him into the kiss, and I could see how his jaw stretched and his eyes widened as she was pushing her huge tongue into him. She moved it around his mouth, down towards his throat, claiming her territory and then, drawing breath herself, began pulling the air from within him. His eyes began to flutter closed. She wanted to take him deeper into herself to make him closer to her. Just as I’d felt the pull, the instinct to eat him, the want to suck him right into me, I could see Melissa was struggling with the same hunger. She wanted him. She wanted all of him. She wanted to suck out all his brains along with his come and all his manhood, leaving him a dribbling pathetic husk. She didn’t want to kill him, she wanted him alive to hug and cuddle and care for. But she would take his breath away. She would control his breathing, filling him with her own oxygen and keeping him alive at her whim. Haha she wanted to do more - I could see, I could fucking see how she wanted to just be able to open her mouth wider and wider and wider and just YOMP - but she wasn’t quite that big yet. What she could do is fucking suck the life out of him if she wasn’t careful, and so she released the kiss before he began to suffer any real discomfort.

“C’mon, Daddy,” she urged, “Come for us...”

The other girls, too, cooed their encouragements. I was chiming in myself, my lips the closest to his left ear.

“Let’s go, you little shit,” I sneered into him, as my mouth all but ate up his ear, “come for us again.”

I was in his left ear, Lakshmi had moved into his right, both of us were purring and slurping and tonguing his brain. Others were between his knees, sliding lips up thighs and around his sac. Hands caressed arms, slid over chest and shoulders. Still Josie stroked him, as Melissa gazed into his failing eyes.

“Go ahead, Jay, it’s okay,” she said, giving him permission. This was her boyfriend, her new man, the love of her life, and she haha was willing to share. We were all his, and he was all ours. “Give yourself to them, Jay, I want you to…”

“Come for us,” we hissed.

“Come for us now,” I said.

My smile grew so huge around his ear when, yes, finally, we all felt him shudder and collapse, like a dying fucking beast underneath us all, this pride of lionesses. When he finally came the girls - and me, and Melissa - all sang his name and Josie pumped and pumped and pumped. We watched him wither, we watched his jaw fall open and his head bob like a marionette on his neck. Though he’d climaxed countless times today, come still rocketed from his dick in gushes and fell onto his chest, into my hair and Lakshmi’s. And then, as she still pumped, Josie sat up straighter and drew his eyes to her tits. She pulled back her shoulders, thrust her big breasts out, straining straining straining at the top of her bikini and waiting waiting waiting for - oh god, there it was, there it fucking was - the warmth, the strength, the power that swelled and there it was she knew it, we all knew it - we were all just about to-

Josie’s top burst, her bikini snapping apart. Her tits ballooned outwards, and Missy began to laugh as he moaned an ‘oh my god’ in the weakest, most pathetically male voice you could imagine. She had begun to grow, we had begun to grow, all around him, visibly. He was watching us and he was watching us fucking grow. Staring at Josie’s burgeoning tits and the swirls of her hair dancing about her shoulders, he was staring into his future and feeling his world close in all around him. “Get ready little man,” I whispered into his ear, “your girls are going to eat you alive…”

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thanks in huge gobs to ResistanceIsFutile for his inspiration, contributions to atmosphere and editing on this one. I’m also using brother Beetlebomb’s render of Dr J…again.

#growing into the job

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good evening to you all and welcome to cockmojo where tonight we will be counting down my personal top ten terror cocks

those unaffiliated with footyblr may be unfamiliar with the term cock as it’s being used here: all will become clear in time

special mention before we start to the netsilik hunter (sexy man, deserved a name and some screentime) james clark ross but only in the first episode when he’s all rugged and his beard’s grown out, and mr blanky, who, much like knife dad, fuccs like a broken train but he runs on time if you know what i mean

in a very respectable tenth place finish, billy gibson. i didn’t see the vision until 1. it was pointed out to me that he looks a lot like pau torres, who is himself very cockable, and 2. i rewatched the scene where he breaks up with hickey. known shagger, massive hater, a very pointy nose, he’s scraped a place on this list.

a surprise entry at ninth is john irving. inarguably cute in a sort of late 2000s british indie band bassist way, and while i’m not sure i could fix him (he probably needs a man for that) i do think i would have fun trying. ultimately he’s not higher because he’s kind of annoying and his eyebrows piss me off.

representing the dilves at eighth is doctor macdonald. he’s entrancing to me he has this vibe of like gentle paternal indulgence... like even if you were annoying he’d be very fond of you. and i need that. when he said “i’d like to run that man through” and rubbed his eyes and looked so tired, i really felt something. the crow’s feet, the widow’s peak, the hair, yes!!

doing it for the feminists, in seventh we have harry goodsir. the loveliest guy on the expedition until he goes nastymode, and i’m fully on board with both versions. this picture was chosen for a reason and it’s bc his long curly hair full beard miserable expression era was simply unbeatable. unfortunately, and this is maybe the most insane thing i’ve ever said about a man, or at least top ten, when his half eaten corpse was laid out face down, and it had noticeable back hair, i got the ick. just to add insult to injury :/

i’m as surprised as you are that he’s not higher, number six, james fitzjames! he is my pretty pretty princess. nails, hair, hips, heels. high femme queen in his cunty little outfits ordering the men around. i want to brush his hair, one hundred strokes minimum. i think this is less sexual than some others on this list, it’s more appreciation. but my god do i appreciate him.

stay alive, number five, it’s thomas jopson. most beautiful haunted doll in the arctic, but that pretty face is covering up a seriously compelling #WeirdGuy underneath. all the shiny hair in the world can’t hide an obsession with his boss that in the modern era would be getting him a very serious meeting with HR. what a character, servicetopson you rock my world. but at the end of the day he loses points because i hate the beard. garrigan looks great with a beard in other stuff, i really don’t know why the scurvybeard was so foul. terror hair and makeup department GET IT TOGETHER.

number phwoar, henry collins is here! he’s big he’s sweet he’s deeply mentally unstable he needs a cuddle and we’ve all seen that gif of him in aliens. would love to make him a really nice cup of tea (seems like a two sugars man), pet his hair as he rests his head in my lap, then fuck up my hip flexors.

and now... we enter our top three. who’s made it to the prestigious cock podium?

first up, the winner of our bronze cock medal, which presumably he’ll be flogging for an unreasonable price to someone he’s assured it’s solid gold, “cornelius hickey”! people will bitch and moan about how he’s a violent lunatic who’s killed people like i’m not a cuti romero stan 🙄 i can see beyond that, my third eye is firmly open. the potential for a fun toxic relationship is absolutely off the charts bc that’s the only kind he has. and he’s very pretty when he cries. i can forgive a lot of crimes for a man whose nose entrances me.

in second place, such a close runner up, i have to award this honour to edward little. a pedestrian choice, you might think, if you don’t know the lore. i couldn’t fully explain my feelings towards this secondary character who’s not especially exciting on first watch when i started the show until i googled his actor... although i lacked the words to express this at the time i was cocking this man when i was 13 and he first appeared in misfits with a stupid neck tattoo and a horrible suit, and i cock him again now. this is a cock that’s followed me all my life, even though i forgot he existed for about a decade in between. who else can truly say they’ve EARNED a spot on my list like he has? he’s sad, he’s sopping wet, i could make him cry extremely easily. mwah

and finally...

number one. it had to be him, it was always going to be him. solomon tozer, take a bow and i’ll take ten cranberry pills. sol is thee top cock for so many reasons and chief among them is versatility. whatever you need he can be it. handsome soldier boy in a fancy red uniform that shows off his trim little waist? COCK! hostile violent mutineer throwing his life away in a rebellion? COCK! broken man inducted into a cult who cries about it? COCK!!! sexiest man in the damn arctic i know he was beating the boys off with a stick. there is a certain level of sexiness a man can reach where nothing he does is an ick, and i knew he’d reached that for me once i saw him in that insanely stupid hat at sir john’s funeral and didn’t give a fuck. call him tom jones the way he can leave his hat on. keep thotting it up in heaven/hell king i miss you every day. i know it was huge. my heart hurts.

#the terror #thank you so much to allie rafamirs for the concept of cockmojo. changed my life

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one-vivid-judgment · 10 months ago

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LET THE GATES OF HEADCANONS HELL OPEN! 🔥 Hcs for Seonhee, Yamai and Eiji! Pweeeease!

I'm a simple woman, I see Eiji, I jump. Since it wasn't specified whether they had to be SFW or NSFT, I went for the first option!

Anyway, here they are!

General headcanons (Eiji, Yamai & Seonhee)

Eiji Mitamura

• Before everything eventually crashes and burns, he's a shameless son of a bitch. Hand on your ass or waist at all times, straight up making out in front of everyone who so much as looks at you like they might want something to do with you. If you ask if he's possessive, he'll say he's not, he just thinks it's funny to see the looks on those guy's faces. Of course that's a lie though.

• He's not into the cutesy pet names or things like cuddling. You can do it if you want to, he will coo and call it adorable (a bit patronizing, because of course), but don't expect him to do it. Occasionally, he'll pull a cigarette kiss, and he will let you sleep with your head on his chest whenever, but that's the most he'll ever do.

• After the whole shebang, it's a complete 180. He (for good reason, may we add) thinks he doesn't deserve shit—if you are willing to help him, visit him while he's in prison and show him support like Ichi did, he might cry. PDA after everything is... a touchy subject. You better be patient with that. A part of him does feel a little happy that you'd want to show him off like that though.

Yutaka Yamai

• If he ever lets you borrow his jacket, you BET you're special for this man. He is always cold, even in the heat of Hawaiian summer, turtleneck and thick jacket and all. So if you ever see him take off that jacket and drap it over your shoulders, you should take it as the big sign of trust it is.

• Surprisingly a pretty chill dude. He never formally introduced you to his gang. He's the boss, why would he need to, right? Even so, all his boys know who you are; how could they not, when the boss brings you around pretty much everyday? His hostesses know and love you. Everyone is at least a bit surprised that Yamai is into someone younger for once, but no one dares ask out loud. It's way better that way.

• He hasn't worn his hair in a ponytail ever since his days at the Tabata family. Hasn't even considered it, actually. If you even suggest tying it up for 'convenience', he'll refuse. If you just start playing with his hair for the sake of it though, he will go stiff for a moment and then just... let it happen. The softer things are usually not his thing, but this... this he can tolerate. And then you might be able to coax him into wearing a ponytail again.

Seonhee

• She may look all tough for the sake of upholding her Queen of the Geomijul status, but she LOVES cute things. Teddy bears, heart-shaped make-up containers, butterfly claw clips (yes, the irony of the spider-butterfly thing is not lost on her). She may not show it outwardly, but if you gift her something cute, she'll absolutely MELT.

• Doing your nails together is probably her favorite thing ever. Something about letting her partner hold her hands to file and paint her nails feels so intimate for her. There is not really any need to speak either; it's a comfortable kind of silence. If she likes your work a lot, she might go without the gloves for a few days until they start to chip.

• Be prepared to eat gyoza and VERY spicy food. She will try to tone it down if you tell her it's too much for you to handle, but at this point, she really can't cook any other way. It's in her DNA. At least you'll learn to handle your spice.

#like a dragon infinite wealth #ryu ga gotoku #lad infinite wealth #yutaka yamai #eiji mitamura #seonhee #yakuza headcanons #.txt #anon ask

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taiiunknown · 2 years ago

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✨TONIGHT, ILL BE THE BEST YOU EVER HAD 💍

This a short story inspired by the song (Tonight ~ John legend) so I advise you to listen to the song while reading 😽

Warning: FLUFF AND I MEAN LOTS OF IT , grab a tissue 🥺, very short story sorry not sorry 😛

Summary: Y/n & SHURI has been dating for 3 years and shuri finally decide to propose Aka tie the knot 🪢💍🤭

Today shuri has been acting really weird today, I don’t know what’s up with her but she have been real distant and sneaky and I really don’t want to jump to conclusions bc we have been strong going on 4years and it has been the best 4 years of you life .

Shuri told me that she was gonna be busy all today so she might not be home at 4 like she usually do , so I decided to go to my best friend house to vent to her a bit and also catch up , but she thought it was a good idea to treat me today which was very odd but I guess she just wanted to be nice today so we ended up at the nail shop .

*NAIL SALON*

“I feel like you overreacting.” Cari said while looking at the lady who was painting her toe nails, “Ya, Maybe you’re right…I just want to know what’s wrong.” Y/n said while having her feet in the water while the nail tech finish her pinky finger (you got cute white French tips medium length with a little diamond on you ring finger). “Just enjoy the day we having together then tonight when you go home talk to shuri.” Cari said with a small smile “ya… I am, what we doing after anyways ?” Y/n asked “oh we fixing your hair so when we don’t you better get to picking hair styles , I Feel like you need a cute silk press since your hair already long asl .” Cari said “ok even though I love my curls” I said laughing .

*3hours later*

I felt like a brand new person walking back in the palace, After getting my hair and nails done , including a Brazilian wax , I felt so pure and fresh.

On the way here I was already planning in my head on how to confront shuri about her being to distant , as I got closer the living area I seen rose petals leading to the balcony by the kitchen, I hear (Tonight by John legend) playing in the back ground and was easily caught off guard by how sexy shuri look right now . She was wearing a all black long sleeve shit with gray buttons, all dark gray pants with black shoes and … WAIT A MINUTE DID SHE GET A LINE UP IN THE BACK ?!!?!?!!

Ughhhh god take me now …

Mean while i have on a cute black dress and cute black rhinestone flip flops since I didn’t expect to be doing much today,

“Shuri what’s all this for ?” I asked looking at the set up in awe (just imagine what you want) “for you Usana, you deserve this and everything that comes with it” shuri said lifting my chin so I can focus on her “including you? Bc last time I checked you was being real distant to me for the past couple of days like you don’t love me anymore , and I’m really tryna understand if I did something wrong or not so I can fix it or even m-” I said rambling non stop “ MY LOVE STOP !” Shuri said to stop me from rambling “You did nothing wrong y/n , I just been planning something special for you that I have been thinking about since the first moment we met, And don’t ever think about changing yourself okay ? Bc you are perfect and I love you with everything in my heart and I don’t want you to ever think I stopped loving you bc I will never stop loving you Mami , Do you hear me? And I’m so sorry for even making you feel that way Nkosazana yam (my princess) . Shuri said while we both tearing up a little

“Ever since I first laid eyes on you I’ve been having it all planned out y/n and even my mother knew we are soul mates before she passed..” Shuri says while slowly moving on to one knee … lord I’m finna fall out

“So will you please make me that happiest Queen alive and be my wife sithandwa sam ?”

Shuri asked with a few tears running down her face while I’m straight out finna blow a snot bubble 💀

“YES ! Yes my shuri, I will” I say sobbing a little

“YES ?!!” Shuri asks shooting back up to her feet while picking me up “YES BABY!” I say giggling bc I’m so star struck. Shuri begans to scream in happiness and I do the same.

Shuri puts me back on the ground to place the ring on my finger (imagine what you want)

“And by the way Cari was in on the plan” Shuri says with a sneaky grin “Wowww I knew she was up to something” I say laughing “yk you look really good right now Ms.Uduka” Shuri says while grabbing me by my waist “MEEE?? You look fine as always while I literally have on the most simple fit ever” I say rolling my eyes and pouting, “it’s ok if you don’t see what I see Usana, But do you mind not walking tmr ?” Shuri says getting closer to my lips “umm..it depends how good you do” I say clearly joking bc she be fucking me up for real. “Say less enomtsalane (sexy)…

THE END !!

#wakanda forever #shuri x reader #shuri x y/n #shuri udaku #shuri x riri #shuri smut

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snowbellewells · 9 months ago

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Happy Happy Birthday Jennifer!! @whimsicallyenchantedrose

So, while I wasn’t able to write you a brand new birthday story this year, I thought it might be fun to highlight my all-time favorites of your stories. You were the first fandom friend I met and interacted with, we talked the show and plot points and character development together, and you helped me begin to navigate Tumblr back when I first joined. It’s been a gift to know you all that time, and your writing is a gift to us all! You’ve written so many GREAT stories that it was hard to narrow down, but I have settled on my top half dozen at last to highlight for your special day -- with some cover art for a few of them!!! 💖 Hope this gift serves to remind you of all you’ve written and created and how much all of it - and you!! - are loved. 🥰

The Strongest Magic - This short MC is one of your very early works - a Neverland season 3a divergent tale, but where it diverges gives us powerful adventure and emotion, sacrifice, and much earlier admission and acceptance of the love between our Pirate and Princess. I simply adore it - it squeezes your heart for sure, but it also wraps you up in a wonderful happy ending by the time you are finished.

A Wish Your Heart Makes , Getting to I Do & Mysterious Fathoms Below - This series of longer, connected multi-chapters (The "By Land or By Sea" trilogy) is simply EPIC!!! I don't know how to sing the praises of this story half as much as it deserves. There's adventure in the Enchanted Forest, Camelot, and even under the sea! There's so much beautiful love story for CS (and even some lovely, redemptive Outlaw Queen as well), and @whimsicallyenchantedrose even incorporates some unexpected and perfectly cast characters of myth and legend and her own creation alongside our faves. I don't want to give too much away, but these stories MUST BE read! Once you do, you'll want to read them over and over again.

Happily Ever After - This short MC was originally part of your Fluffy Fridays compilation, and I have often revisited the few chapters of this on their own and definitely think of them as their own little stand-alone story. I love the family recipes, the competition, the rivalry that becomes something much sweeter.... it's a truly delicious addition to your collection of writing!

Caribbean Shores - This lovely little MC reads more like a modern day AU, though they are in Storybrooke and many of our favorite characters still appear. I love the cute sweetness of this one, and the adorable addition of a few scheming cuties from MM's class when she takes them for a field trip tour of the Jolly Roger from Killian. ;) All the sizzle and attraction is there for Emma and Killian right from the start, and though she tries to resist (Why is she always so stubborn?!?) She can't do it for long...

Under the Apple Tree - It's hard to even express how much I adore this fic originally written between season six and season seven of canon. The way @whimsicallyenchantedrose wove in what we knew might be coming in season seven and then supposed what still could happen (a lot of which I would have loved to really see!) is simply brilliant. I love the relationships explored and the way the plot unfolds. It's a special and unique version of our beloved characters, and of course the unstoppable power of Captain Swan to always find each other again is fully on display too! ;p

Until the Stars are all Alight - Wow, this story must have been such a daunting task to undertake - one I would have been afraid to tackle, but the skill with which the OuaT world and the LotR world are woven together, how the plotlines come together and reach fruition, and how the characters coincide for best use so seamlessly is truly admirable and just adds to the depth and power of this full multi-chapter adventure. It has heart and hope and True Love conquering all - all the best things we love so much from the world of fairy tales and the brain of J.R. R. Tolkien!

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I have a super long comment for you about the Horcrux Hunt bcs I want to comment every chapter I read but I forget bcs I download the ao3 doc to my books app okay here we go!!!!

Agahdgdjd I just finished reading it and I loved it soooo much. Remus and regulus friendship is EVERYTHING to me. The platonic kissing!!???? As an Aspec gal this means so much to me bcs ahhhdghdhd and let’s be real those two deserved a little song after all that tension and then just cute little kisses bcs they both need a good loving friendly kiss aww. And I loved the flirtiness bcs I just know those two would constantly have such good banter and get along and I SOBBED when reg became a part of the lupin family. Also. HOPE LUPIN.!?!??? The best Hope I ever did read about. She is amazing and now the only version of Hope I accept ty very much.

ALSO also I love regulus so much and love your characterization of him and seeing his growth. Also I am autistic and I headcanon reg as autistic and there were so many moments in the way you wrote him that fit in with that that made my heart so happy UGH and some moments where I felt like he’s aspec of some sort like aro specially and wow reg my boy <3

And ugh Remus and his feels over being accused as the traitor??? Rough but also I love the angst. His complicated feelings about himself and others and I can’t wait to see him sort shit out and start healing bcs he deserves to heal and be ANGRY and sad and everything. Remus my best boy <3

Also I’m just getting into jegulus so I’m super excited to start reading the missing link!!! The way james is already slowly creeping on him agshdjd I can’t wait to see it all happen.

OKAY THATS ALL I LOVE U AND UR WORK AND U ARE AMAZONG OKAY BYE GONNA GO READ THE MISSING LINK NOW HEHEHEH :))))

Oh PS I loved Remus getting to scream and go off on dumbledore that was amazing and more people should get to scream at him.

i always download long fics to my kindle so i feel you baby!!!!!

putting my boring reply below the cut xxxxx

aspec babes deserve all the platonic kisses they want and deserve and they deserve them all xxxxx this includes me so WHY is no one kissing me platonic smooch smooch xxxxx i have said this before and i know i haven’t written it but reggie is definitely aspec xxxx

regus friendship means soooo much to me i have also said this before and i will absolutely say it again but like. i am obsessed with them. they are BEST friends. forever. they are something special that’s friends and family and more and i love them forever and they will always be besties in every single fic i write for the rest of my LIFE. and they FLIRT and i LOVE IT and hope is such a queen i feel like she deserves her own fic i also want to hug her i bet she would give the best hugs ever i bet she’s the only person regulus is 100% comfortable having those long hugs with that last arguably too long and it gets weird (this is how i feel about most hugs)

omg so i’m answering as i read so YES i AGREE i think there’s a tiny bit of me that is accidentally being a bit self insert with reg LOL ANYWAY i think we see reg very similarly xxxx

on the traitor point… a few people have said ‘how did he even forgive them in the end’ and i think that is so valid like to get over a betrayal like that from your closest friends would be so so so hard and i tried to reflect that and not just make it an easy fix because oh my god how is that not in the back of your mind always just whispering all the time??? like getting over that would be a JOURNEY so yeah it got a bit angsty haha but i feel like if anything it could have been worse it could have been unresolveable !!!! but it will never be because i am a happily ever after boy ONLY

i am a bajillion years late to this i’m really sorry i’m a pants person who is 99% offline BUT thank you so much for your consolidated comment it’s so sweet and has made me smile all lame and gross xxxx i hope you enjoy / enjoyed TML too i hope that it gave you the healed remus and the jegulus you deserve and maybe some giggles hopefully xxxxxxx thanks for being nice to me lol i honestly am so weird and lame and awkward but kiss kiss i am blushing like a loser xxxxxxxxx

#someone asked me a q #lovely wonderful babe #chimaera & the wolf #when people are nice to me i go ?????????????? so sorry for being unarticulate #also hoping to finish epiloggy 2 tomorrow xxxx #fingers crossed xxxx

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senditothemoonn · 2 years ago

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UKFR PLS 💜

Gives nose/forehead kisses: Fran obviously 💖 although I can see Artie giving him lil pecks when he's sad or tired - just coming to engulf Fran in his arms and press his lips against his worried lil forehead. Of course, the odd soft lil nose kiss first thing in the morning, that’s also adorable.

Gets jealous the most: Arthur. Like I said, he's an insecure, anxious lil guy and I imagine Fran is constantly reassuring him. That's not to say Francis doesn't get jealous either, I just think that while Arthur sees anyone as a threat, Francis will be really intimidated by certain people in particular. Like those he sees acting particularly soft with Arthur - he thought he was the only one who got to be soft with that grumpy little gremlin ! >:’(

Takes care of on sick days: overworking RT Chan strikes again 😩 like take a break before Fran forces you to take a break.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: do I even need to say? The image of Arthur clad in T-shirt and knee length swimming trunks reluctantly being dragged towards the sea by Fran all sunny smiles is SO clear in my mind. Perhaps I need to draw this...

Brings the other lunch at work: Francis. But I also think that Arthur would bring some form of takeaway to Fran because he knows he won't eat otherwise. Like just bringing him a sandwich and coffee from Pret and then he does the James Acaster bit like 'I like to manger un sandwich' and Francis rolls his eyes but he laughs anyway and please they are so CUTE.

Tries to start role-playing in bed: we all know they'd both be into the nastiest freak shit, but honestly I'm not sure who would initiate it. I can imagine, in the heat of the moment, Francis being like 'choke me' and Arthur obliges with suspicious vigour and later they're both like 👀👀

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Arthur, it's always gonna be RT. And I think his dancing gets progressively worse with every drink he has ajsjsjs

Cheesy disco moves that would make even your grandpa look cool.

Why is this guy forcing his boyfriend to foxtrot in the middle of a club?

Oh dear lord he's twerking.

Firmly believes in couples costumes: ofc I think Fran is the queen of dressing up (I mean he's out every Saturday night in the club in full drag) and Arthur thinks dressing up is for kids. But once Fran gets him into it, he adores it. Like this is the man who goes to battle reenactments in historically accurate chainmail. He may pretend to be above it on Halloween, but this man loves dressing up and he needs to admit that so he can have the fun he deserves by dressing up like an evil wizard and scaring children.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: I think they both would. Francis would initially (he can't help it, he is a man of expensive taste) and since Arthur has come to expect this, he will also go all out and try to outdo Francis. Only these 2 could turn gift giving into a competition.

Makes the other eat breakfast: they are the type of couple that has to force each other out of bed in the morning. It's more like brunch at that point and it's basically just Francis telling Arthur to at least bring a slice of toast with his flask of tea on the way out and Arthur reminding Francis he needs something besides a cup of coffee and a cigarette.

Remembers anniversaries: neither of them are good at this so maybe they've just given up. Equally, they have to plan anything months in advance if they want to do something on a special occasion because I think they're both a little scatterbrained. Fran because that's just who he is and Arthur because this man is so stressed. Seriously, someone get him some help.

Brings up having kids first: I see Arthur being similar to Alasdair in that, even if it sucked at times, he looks back on his childhood with fondness and part of it is because he had such a big family and I think he wants to recreate that with Francis. He wants to be a dad 🥺

Kills the bugs: Arthur ajsjd the spider fiend.

First to define them as a couple: I think they would get off to a rocky start no matter the au but once they've settled, I think that Arthur would be kind of shy and anxious about speaking too soon and Francis would recognise that and voice what they were both thinking. (That they are in love 💗)

Who hides their guilty pleasures longer: Arthur. This man is riddled with shame and anxiety.

Snorts while laughing: Fran ✨

#okay these are really fun #ask #fruk #ukfr #sorry i forgot to publish this last night ajjdjs #headcanons

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chidoroki · 1 year ago

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182 Days of TPN - Day 139

Chapter 139: "Demon Search, Part 2"

Yo demons can be so rude. Norman's extermination plan is extreme and while I think it should only target the aristocrats and those in charge of any farms instead of drag down innocent lives down as well, these select few randos can bite the dust too simply because they're making fun of one of the kindest demons this series has to offer.

I know this world runs differently and the demons only see us as food, so this scene is essentially like us watching fish or something on a conveyor belt being tossed out, but it's still a hard scene to witness as these are literal babies.

His panic over stealing from the farm is actually kinda cute and I love how quickly his intentions changed, even from him switching from saying "it" to "her." He could've very well just had her for dinner, possibly improving the state of his face (since eating other humans haven't really worked in the past so who knows if she would've helped or not), yet he decides to treat her as family instead because of the empathy he feels simply because both their faces are a little messed up.

Someone please help this precious demon, he's trying his absolute hardest to figure out how to raise a human child and it's adorable! It means everything that he's raising her as his own daughter and not as food like the plantation mothers/sisters are forced to do. I wish he has an official name though aside from us just referring to him as Ayshe's dad because he's just so special and I love him. He's tied with Lucas & Alex as one of the best parents in the series and I'll go as far to say he's my second favorite out of the whole roster. (no need to ask about number one when it's obvious.)

I don't have any strong opinions on Zazie, like he's okay, I don't necessarily like or dislike him a great amount, but I gotta say that killing this amazing dad ain't gonna reward him with brownie points.

A moment of relief for me that this scene wasn't animated because I'm sure it would've made me tear up. Poor guy didn't deserve this.

Of course, by extension, this means that Ayshe didn't need to suffer this unfortunate loss either. This whole event sorta parallels the shelter raid, to the point where Andrew & his men invaded the escapee's home & ended up killing Yuugo & Lucas. Only difference is the children managed to escape their pursuer while Ayshe was basically captured by hers. We learn later on that Norman was already knowledgeable with the demon language at this point, so it's pretty bold of him to bring this traumatized girl back with him to paradise knowing fully well that she's hellbent on ending their lives.

I'm.. starting to remember why Norman is my least favorite of the fullscore trio and unfortunately it's partly due to all the pain he caused Ayshe to experience. Granted, her father's death was a direct result of Zazie's attacks, but it goes without saying that the kid was acting on Norman's orders. Sorry not sorry but I don't do well with people who make my favorites suffer, just look at all the dislike I have towards the demon god (the effects the reward had on Emma), Andrew (killing bunker dads & the injuries inflicted on Dominic & Chris), the GF demon (taking my queen's life), and Peter (he's a Ratri, there's literally so much I could list here). Norman isn't as bad as the rest of them, but eh, I can't find it in myself to adore him as much as Ray or Emma.

It's smart of her to remain quiet though. She can't risk acting out, whether it be on her desires or just being rebellious, since she's seen first hand how powerful the Lambda crew is.

Not really relevant to these panels but it's what made me think of this.. I wish we got to see Ayshe and Emma interact more. Or at all, actually. Ayshe learning that someone like our best girl actually cares this much for demons must have been such a relief to hear. I get that Ayshe kept quiet around the Lambda crew because of the stuff regarding her father, but she couldn't really bond with the other paradise hideout kids either since they all have opposing opinions about demons than she does.

HELP she is so darn adorable!! I would've been fine if Ayshe remained this cool assassin throughout the whole story because I really do love those cold, silent characters but being able to see her have a little silly side is such a pleasant surprise.

Just because Ayshe is now an ally doesn't mean that the idea of assassins magically goes away! That's still a concern!

Favorite panel/moment:

I pretty much adore every moment of the flashbacks between Ayshe and her dad, even the tiny moments we get in this panel are super cute. Norman wondered in ch127 if it was possible to refrain eating your favorite food if it asked you, so let me tell him that this tiny, happy family is living proof of that! Aaahh, they deserved so much better! (ALSO, the lights on the small table behind them are identical to the ones Ray & Mujika used back in ch45, so it's cool that all kinds of demons use those plants the same way.)

Ayshe has many lovable panels as well, but the tiny one here has a special place in my heart for some reason.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

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justamagicalpurpleshark · 2 years ago

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*SPOILERS* for ML Episode 11: Deflagration (Transmission Part 2)

So, I just watched Deflagration and I have some things to say...

First thing I simply loved about this episode was seeing Gabriel doing the snapping fingers dance/song sequence. Our man was unhinged and insane in a really fun way (he's going crazier and crazier by the episode and i kinda love it). Especially in front of Natalie and her "no fucks given" reaction. I thought it was hilarious.

Spoilers for Emotion in the next paragraph:

Also, tanking into account that this episode comes before Emotion, where Félix does a very similar dance/song of "snapping my fingers", it seems to imply some connection between the two. I'm starting to think Félix and Adrien are sentimonster twins or something, because the similarities between Félix and Gabriel seem to indicate more than an uncle-nephew usual similarities...

On another note, that cute little scene of Djwifi was incredibly cute and I adored Nino's entire character in this episode - super suportive and ready to lead the Revolution (Resistance), eheh

However, can we please talk about Scarabella and Kitty Noire for a minute. I think Alya was really good in her substitute Ladybug role (and was a good throw back to the Origins episodes) with a good amount of foreshadowing and reasoning and to how it works and then didn't.

Kitty Noire and Zoé as a character, however, irritates me to no end. I mean no offense, she's perfectly fine, and it's of no fault of her own. I just don't like that the writers couldn't be bothered to write the redemption arc Chloé deserved, so instead doubled down on her mean girl antics (since season 3) and just created a new character out of nowhere to replace her. Like, do your job correctly, please. I know it's Thomas Astruc's fault because he has always had a strange little hate boner over Chloé - a character he created - and thus Zoé was born. But like, idk i just think her character is incredibly bland and boring (she's just too nice) and feels a bit out of place in our main cast and especially as the Bee Miraculous Holder. She doesn't feel very "queen bee" to me (or "vespera" or whatever, but you get what i mean) ...

(Also this episode was filled with the usual Chloé character assassination *sighs*, oh well...)

Zoé rant aside (sorry about that), i feel like she falls behing Alya a lot in these two episodes in terms of temporarily replacing Chat Noir: she has no relation to Adrien, has never expressed any motivation/traits taht would justify her getting the black cat miraculous; she also doesn't get any in suit moments to justify why it had to be her and no one else (at this point, Nino would have been a better Chat Noir for a narrative stand point but I guess...)

On a lighter note, her last scene with Plagg (although it felt a little "undeserved" for a lack of a better term) was quite sweet and gave me a little hope the writers will do something interesting with her character in the future (I haven't read the bible leaks, so please no spoilers in the comments/reblogs). So, here's to having hope for character development.

Anyway, all around, i think it was a good episode - nothing special but a fun little side quest where our heroes find out they have responsabilities they can't abandon (even for romance) and get saved by the Power Of Friendship (TM).

Feel free to comment on any of my points :)

Now, to thank you for reading my post/rant, have a meme (Spoilers for Deflagration and Emotion):

#ml deflagration #ml spoilers #deflagration spoilers #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ml s5 #nino was the mvp there #our boy did well :)#zoé lee #chloe bourgeois #gabriel agreste #emotion spoilers #ml emotion

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Holly Black 'The Stolen Heir'

*very deep sigh*

what a... nice trip it was.

you know that feeling like you're coming home, well this book gives you that feeling.

I RETURNED HOME

nine years have passed since the battle with the serpent. Elfhame is in the safe hands of the High King and Queen, Prince Oak is the sole heir to the throne, and Queen Suren of the Court of Teeth is in the mortal world.

I will start with the fact that it is impossible to bypass. mentioning Jude and Cardan, mostly it was Jude, which makes me incredibly happy, because she deserves it, she is the High Queen and no one should forget that. I also enjoyed the flashbacks to some moments from the main trilogy, because it's nice to be back in that atmosphere.

well, now directly about the story of Wren and Oak. a new adventure old but new heroes, because we seem to know them, but not enough. for me this is a book of discovery, because neither Oak nor Wren caused me any special emotions while reading the main trilogy, but thanks to this dilogy I will discover these characters from another side.

I really liked the story itself, and so much so that I don't even see and don't want to look for any flaws, because it gave me incredible emotions, made me cry and at some moments scream with joy or indignation. I haven't felt such emotions in a long time, so a big thank you to Holly Black for her incredible work.

I'm amazed at how detailed Holly is with the plot, I lived through every line with Wren, Oak, Tiernan and Hyacinthe. and how I fell in love with this foursome.

but Wren received the most of my love. from the first lines I understood that I wanted to hide her in my arms from the whole world. beautiful, strong, brave, gentle and maybe a little naive, she is so alive and so incredible. she is the character who deserves the whole world, but this world doesn't deserve her.

and of course I was charmed by the Oak. what I want to highlight here is that he has an unreal cool character, that is, I saw during the reading that he is similar to Cardan, but also that he has something from Jude and Madoc, and the fact that he is not only similar to his uncle (Cardan), but also acquired some qualities from his father and sister. I really liked it.

the characters are well written, each has its own character, its own story, its own motivation.

as for the love line, I also liked it, not intrusive and light, sometimes even funny. I felt the sparks flying between Oak and Wren. I also like Wren's thoughts, her desires that she silences, how she is drawn to the Oak. and of course cute moments: oh that hairpin, my God, I melted.

what I didn't expect was the unreal emotions from the finale, because I remember very well that taste of disappointment because I lacked something in the finale of The Queen of Nothing, but here everything was in abundance, and even more.

I happily recommend this book to everyone.

I NEED THE NEXT BOOK

#the stolen heir #holly black #the folk of the air #oak greenbriar #queen suren #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #jude cardan #book review #bookworm #book recommendations

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offbeat-manga-ships · 9 days ago

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hey guys i actually managed to read at least the first volume of usotsuki lily before the end of the year :DDD i didn't post before because i've been very lazy from the 25th to here, but this manga is special and deserves it! plus my little anon friend deserves to see my thoughts (as always, spoilers ahead).

and anon, you were SO right about our main cross-dressing character shinohara en being done in a way that at once may seem like classic cross-dressing boy, but it's actually really refreshing. one thing to understand about en is that he is a man hater and that is the principle used as to why he cross-dresses.

yipiee!!! yay!!!!!! i'm not a particularly man hater girlie but i support them 🫶🫶

but as you can see from the panels, what actually ultimately made me like en so much is that he is not just a man-hater, he absolutely LOVES girls and i couldn't help but really identify with that hahaha

🐐🥳🤝

also: first time i have ever seen a guy in a shoujo manga be all for feminine body hair

king! no wait. queen..? monarch? anyway, he truly loves everything about girls and seeing a manga from this time period, i was preparing myself to be disappointed because pretty much every male character who cross-dresses has that thing with makeup where they totally look down on girls who "don't make an effort" ("if you're a girl you should do at least this much" blablabla). but en loves girls as themselves. fat girls, boyish girls, he loves them all!

but what becomes the cherry on top is how that transfers to the internal feelings of the character. because it becomes pretty hard not to read en as someone who, if not a whole trans girl, is at least transfeminine.

it becomes clear that en really really likes hinata and for her, he is willing to do a lot, including going out dressed as a guy once in a while. but he still feels completely incapable of giving up cross-dressing, even if it would cost him the girl he likes. even while he does say he is "actually a guy" and is "still a guy on the inside", those statements are never defensive in the way we see some other cross-dressing boy characters utter them and it's more like a "it is the way it is", in my opinion. and when you look at the things he feels and the things he goes through, they pretty much scream trans experience.

i didn't grab a screenshot, but he loves the thought of being recognized as lesbians with his girlfriend in a couple's cafe they were planning to go. he also has that old universal problem of what to do when going to the pool or the beach. he knows people see this "habit" of his as something "perverted" and he has to be ok with sitting out from doing something fun because sometimes you both can't take having to display your body in a gender conforming way but also don't want to be seen as weird for doing something more to your tastes. i have been there before and like. which trans person hasn't...

join that with the fact that every single time he comes out dressed as a guy is explicitly just to make his girlfriend happy (he still absolutely loathes seeing himself in the mirror) and you can see why i think the way i do.

and by the way, even when he says this ⬇️ about his male friend, you can clearly see that what he means is that he likes that he doesn't hit on him.

remember, he is pretty much a lesbian in the body of a boy.

but you know, at the same time that i want to shout out transbian icon 🫶 i'm also fine with being on that undefined in-between state, hoping that this character will continue to be portrayed being true to himself and these feelings.

yeah so. we pretty much established that i absolutely love en but what about hinata? short answer is that i like her too! long answer must include an explanation why i think you shouldn't give up on her just because we start on this ⬇️

and because the recurring "joke" so to speak is that she gets all excited about doing something with her boyfriend and then pans to her boyfriend and it's a cute girl. but i think what people need to take from these "comedic moments" is that they are designed to be unserious. i believe you even have the freedom of tweaking this vision and seeing hinata as overreacting for the sake of the "joke" at hand. here's the thing: almost everyone around en acts like what he's doing is not only normal but something that elevates him (guys are in love with him and girls always come to him for advice). but hinata is in the unique position of being his girlfriend and still figuring things out and the author uses the humor of that to keep things light*.

by the time the volume ends, you can see a clear difference from the hinata of the beginning and the one we end up on in only 6 chapters. right off the bat in the first chapter, she already likes him enough just as he is to want him to fight for her (instead of giving up because he is a cross-dresser and she had an initial problem with that) and tell her "to accept him as the cross-dressing guy he is" after her initial wobble about actually accepting his confession and dating him.

she still finds him cute as a girl:

and you can see little by little how hinata's problem is more like a performative thing or "what a normal girl should think".

she might be very conflicted about kissing him as a girl, but what the author portrays as romantic is that she still does it because she likes him.

and what manga from the 2000s era would ever put such a blatant yuri moment like that??? only komura ayumi!!!

and can we talk about the most romantic moment ever of the volume for a sec???? as mentioned before, en and hinata were planning on going to a couple's café but they can't pass as a couple as two girls* and en just couldn't bring himself to go as a guy because the windows are too mirrored and he would have to look at himself. ultimately, he decides to make a greater effort to make his girlfriend happy, but then

hinata cross-dresses too just so they can go together!!!! my heart fr did a little dance when i got to this page because i wasn't expecting it. this was a real special moment to show that it's not just en that is making efforts in this relationship, but hinata, in her own way is making some too. and while i understand it might discourage some people that the effort has to be made in the first place, please remember that not only is this a story that needs its points of conflict so growth can happen, but also.. this is a late 2000s, early 10s title.

to call back both of those *'s i put, unfortunately to enjoy this you kinda have to roll with the state of things. at this time period the west might have started a few important conversations in a more mainstream manner, but the world of manga and its cousins still needed a moment to think about it until at least the late 10s and now 20s (and definitely not in any overt way aside from some things here and there). the thing is that while i mentioned how his struggles are similar to real-life trans people and that you could read him that way, the manga still has to clarify that he sees himself as a boy. that he wears boxers under his girl clothes because "he is not a pervert". that he might be like us but he doesn't Actually want to "be a girl" or be one of "those people" who do it as a fetish (whom i also support wholeheartedly). they are "like yuri" just like the title implies, but they still can't go to the couples café as "lesbians". so you know, it's still a shoujo manga of its time.

but honestly, if you already know how things work in manga, discouragement is the last thing you should feel. i hope i managed to include enough panels and explanations to showcase how different this manga is from a lot of others who deal with the same subject. how refreshing it is that it doesn't shy away from doing romance in an unconventional way because these are unconventional characters (instead of trying to balance things out by putting unconventional characters in the most conventional mold possible as to not alienate audiences). like, look at this. hinata might have started to cross-dress to fit with en better, but then she actually LIKES IT!

that was another time i was like in near disbelief because what other author would do that???

and honestly from this author, who knows, maybe the characters will get to a place where they're fine with being seen as lesbians because honestly that seems like something this author could do. maybe even include a queer character at some point. i love when an author with a taste for the unconventional realizes that from the security of making it a bit they can include almost anything in a straight romance manga ahahha

all hail!

really excited to keep reading this!!!

#i have a few projects to finish but this is one of my priorities now #manga rec #manga recommendation #mypost #mycommentary #usotsuki lily #f x m #genderbender #gb: mtf #cross dressing #fem m #queer & ambqueer #ambiguously genderqueer

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