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[mysteryshoptls]

SR Floyd Leech - New Year's Attire Voice Lines

Due to event restrictions, Groovy related lines are locked until the event has been cleared. I will update once these are unlocked. Login line has been captured. New Year's Attire Floyd does not have a vignette.

Summon: Happy New Year! It feels like a new year ain't really gonna change anything, but honestly, I actually kinda like the hype.

Groovification: --LOCKED--

Home: Gettin' in these clothes suuuck.

Home Transition 1: I asked Seahorse-kun what all we got, and he told me all clothes, shoes, and hats were all "IN STOCK NOW!" That's the best kind of lineup!

Home Transition 2: When we were shoveling snow outside the shop, I threw a snowball at Sea Snake-kun and he got suuuper pissed. It was so hilarious that I threw another one at him.

Home Transition 3: I heard in the East, there's this custom where they give people money for New Year's. Heh, maybe they're tryin' to curry favor for the future...?

Home Transition - Login: Welllcome. Buy all the stuff you want! You ain't thinkin' you're gonna leave without buying nothin'... are ya?

Home Transition - Groovy: --LOCKED--

Home Tap 1: I thought these sleeves were annoyin' at first, but they're actually a pretty useful place to put stuff. I think I'll jam my phone and wallet in 'em.

Home Tap 2: Fwoooo... When I breath out like this, see how it comes out all smoke-like. Cool, huh? It's kinda like how the bubbles'd come out of my mouth in the ocean.

Home Tap 3: It's great that Sea Urchin-chan's so good at shoveling snow～ He's all gung-ho 'bout it 'cause it's good for training, or whatever, so I can just sit back and relax.

Home Tap 4: Even if the shop's crazy packed, it's easy to find where Sea Slug-senpai is. That's 'cause wherever he's at, it's like a mysterious void opens up, and no one goes there.

Home Tap 5: You wanna know which thing you're holding is better to get...? Obviously, they're both good. 'Kay, thanks for your purchase～

Home Tap - Groovy: --LOCKED--

Requested by Anonymous.

[whysosincere]

Chapter 7

"You don't actually believe in this stuff, do you?"

"It's my boss's job to believe or not believe, I'm just here to give him information."

"You know what I mean."

Y/N shrugged off the COS's question and continued reviewing her notes prior to the briefing. Word had it an important Commander from the newly created Joint Force Command would be attending. And it was true, the reporting that had begun pouring in since the previous day indeed beggared belief, but to begin making claims one way or another as to the efficacy of the ground troops caught in what was described as a "Demon fuck-fest from Hell" would not have been considered professional.

"Come on!" COS had gestured to a half-blurred image of what appeared to be a lizard ninja, and another of… what could only be described as a 4-armed tiger-man. "There's no way those are real."

Y/N looked upon the reporting with an even expression and then responded, "They were real enough for Officer Stryker to submit this report."

"Guy's a kook," he commented, specifically referring to the Revelations chapter included in his write-up: And I looked, and beheld a pale horse. And his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him.

And this is precisely why Y/N didn't want to give her honest-to-goodness on the situation. Truth be told, she was in full agreement with this "Kurtis Stryker" fellow, wherever he hailed from. Devils had been turned loose upon the Earth, and she had a feeling it was only a matter of time before the sun blacked out, the seas turned to blood, and Gabriel began his warm-ups.

"Ready Attention…"

Y/N along with everyone else in the room ended their sidebars and put away their notepads.

"Attention!"

Members of the military are expected to show proper bearing when superior officers entered the room, but the rapt silence and intensity of the crowd's perfect attentive posture were not to be attributed to this reason exclusively. Instead, all eyes locked on, and followed, the person that was being directly addressed and led by the Admiral.

So this was the new Joint Commander… They were wearing the strangest garb that any sailor had ever seen within those secure facility walls.

This man was large, well over a foot above their own commander, who was already known for being one of the tallest officers on base. Clad completely in white and blue with a few gold fineries and black lacquered accoutrements. He also was the only person in the room still wearing his cover, a Chinese coolie affair that seemed to be made out of genuine straw. Y/N noted that the Chinese characters "雷" and "電" bedecked his shoulders. But strangest of all were the man's eyes; stark white with no visible pupil, instead they seemed to glow from within.

"If you please, Lieutenant."

"Yes, Admiral." Y/N nodded, turning to the guest Commander, "And Commander…"

"Lord Raiden, god of thunder and Protector of Earthrealm."

"Lord Raiden."

"Lord Raiden…"

"…Lord Raiden!?"

Y/N bolted upright with a shock, the image of Lord Raiden clear as day in her mind as she recalled that event so many years prior. With a keen, and a groan, body still bearing the injuries from her ordeal on Shang Tsung's island, she settled back into the futon, only able to glean a cursory observation of her surroundings before sleep once again claimed her.

Soon she would realize this was decidedly not her hotel room, nor was she even in her own night clothes. Everything smelled of stone earth, the damp of cave water, and a general sandalwood incense that seemed ubiquitous, as if part of the very atmosphere of the quarters.

Elsewhere in the Temple of the Elements, one of the monks informed Fujin of her brief awakening, and while he looked relieved, there was a grave expression that would not leave his features.

Having ensured she had at least survived the night, Fujin then allowed himself to depart as a dissipating gale, for Sky Temple. Upon coalescing there, he was met with the infuriating calm of his brother mid-meditation atop the Temple's highest floor; the outdoor kombat arena.

"Y/N has awakened, no thanks to you."

Raiden did not respond, and to all external observation, seemed not to even hear Fujin's accusation. But he had, and Fujin knew it.

"What have you to say for yourself, brother? Why continue this farce when your heart even now thrums faster at the mention of her name?"

Raiden's eyebrow twitched, but he remained adamantly still and silent.

"The shapeshifter's words are poison! You know this and yet you allow his command to dictate your very spirit! Tell me I was not hewn from the same body as one so cowardly-"

In a flash Raiden was delivering a flurry of palm strikes, each parried easily by the wind god, who returned with his own volley of savage blows.

"A nerve is struck! You cannot deny the truth of your heart, brother-"

"Be SILENT!"

Each deity representing the greatest aspects of the storm matched the other strike for strike, blow for blow, such that every student, monk, and caretaker in Sky Temple gathered to observe this incredible display atop the lofty structure.

The winds whipped and howled their accusations, and the lightning rebuked each in turn with furious light and sound. A mighty storm roiled and rumbled atop the temple structure, torrential rains raking in sheets along the kombat ring's surface.

"You would have left her to die on that forsaken island just to spite Shang Tsung's accusations!"

This insult, Raiden refused to abide, and with newfound strength he caught Fujin by surprise, lightning sparking with each core strike that landed in succession, until Raiden's staff thrice struck him and smote him upon the floor, pressing with distinct warning against Fujin's throat.

"Once again, you must learn your place, brother…" Raiden growled, and for the first time since his arrival, Fujin did not spit in defiant tones. Instead, his expression was one of genuine shock, which then turned to empathetic pain.

"You knew I would not abandon her…!"

Raiden allowed his staff to disappear into motes of light as he turned from Fujin.

"Then why, brother? Why not go to her now? She rests within the Temple of the Elements as we stand here bickering!"

"Is this all the great Fujin is capable of? Have you regressed to childhood once more? Teasing and mocking your superiors with your bag of winds in hand?"

"I am simply begging you to see reason, brother-"

"Reason!?" Raiden rounded on Fujin with renewed fury in his eyes, this time, directed inwards.

"Had reason touched my thoughts months ago, she never would have been taken! Had I acted reasonably, Shang Tsung would be a smoking mote of ash upon the stones of his Well of Souls! Reason has come far too late, Fujin. And in its absence, I have allowed our greatest enemy an open door through Earthrealm's defenses. I never should have allowed the life of a single mortal to eclipse the safety of the realm!"

Fujin watched sorrowfully as his brothers fists trembled at his side, his shoulders hunched in frustration, and his voice shook with rage.

"You misunderstand, Fujin… Reason is what brought me to this conclusion. It is what has bound my heart… And I… am powerless against it…"

~

Deep within the bowels of Quan Chi's Netherrealm fortress, dark incantations seeped from the very walls. A spell of such insidious deception was being conjured that even the sorcerer's most loyal servants were made to feel unsure of their own quarter.

As Quan Chi's words echoed with dark purpose, his red eyes remained dutifully closed while billowing green and purple magics emanated from his fingertips with each deliberate gesture and sweeping hand-symbol. In a pillar of black obsidian before him, Y/N's sleeping form slowly began to coalesce.

And as he concluded, his red eyes snapping open with his final uttered phrase, so too did Y/N's.

Leverage - MK11 Self Insert Fiction

Lord Raiden, god of thunder and protector of Earthrealm, has betrayed a fatal weakness; one that the nefarious sorcerer Shang Tsung seeks to capitalize upon. A self-insert fic inspired by Mortal Kombat 11 featuring Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa as Shang Tsung, and Todd Dakins/Richard Epcar as Lord Raiden.

Characters: Lord Raiden (MK11), Shang Tsung (MK11), Female OC/Self-Insert

Chapter 1: Evening in Nara

It is late afternoon in the ancient Japanese capital of Nara when the clouds begin rolling in. There's a distant rumble of thunder, and in a secluded alley, far from the ancient temples of Todai-ji and Nigatsu-do, a lone tourist walks the stone pathways. It is Y/N, and she has just completed meditation among the blooming irises of one of Nara's oldest public gardens. As the first drops of rain begin to dampen her clothes, she quickens her pace, knowing her hotel is still a decent distance away.

Unbothered by the approaching rain, she smiles briefly at the rumbling storm clouds as one might an old friend. The supple curve of her neck and tilt of her jaw from this motion do not go unnoticed. Unbeknownst to Y/N, numerous eyes had been keeping her in their sights since her arrival. She continued on her way, heedless of the danger that had begun brewing in the shadows of the city, and ignorant of the observations of an old acquaintance.

It is said that the crack and roll of thunder is caused by the beating of numerous taiko drums in the heavens; an invocation and performance by the thunder god himself. He held many names: Indra, Zeus, and Taranis were just a few from across the globe. The Japanese had bestowed the titles of Kaminari, Raijin, and during this degenerate age, many had come to know him as Raiden. In truth, this storm was not his performance, but instead the subconscious apprehension of his heart, given form and sound in the roiling clouds that swept over the mountain peaks.

The thunder deity had been watching Y/N from afar, his eyes filled with an intensity that the approaching storm could not match. His eyes flash, and his grimace intensifies as he watches the woman weave around the primitive utility poles and take advantage of the rain-blocking eaves along her path. He knew her from his brief tenure with the American military during Outworld's previous invasion attempt. While he hadn't worked directly with her, her very presence had impressed him. The unmistakable aura of valor and courage that all of his Order of Light shared, had manifested in her. Though to him, this event seemed as recent as one might consider the life of a single stick of burning incense, Raiden knew for a mortal, it must've seemed ages past. This is why he had cautioned his brother so sincerely against involvement with mortal lives – The spark of interest she had kindled had left an indelible mark on his soul, but time had slipped effortlessly away without him realizing.

When it had come to blows, Fujin had rightfully pointed out his hypocrisy – Liu Kang and Kung Lao may as well have been his children the way that he lavished them with attention. That attention stretched time for him, slowing what should have been a moment, into years of training, camaraderie, and perhaps something akin to paternal love – at least that's what Fujin had alleged through a furious gale of blades. Raiden had called him a fool. In truth, he had been fighting with himself – his brother Fujin simply caught in the conflict. For especially now, such a title rightfully belonged to him.

The sight of her brought him back to that tumultuous argument. His heart ached at the memory, and his hands of flesh and bone tightened into fists. Originally created for the purpose of participating in Mortal Kombat, he had not intended this human body of his to remain for as long as it had. This body of his was simply a tool, he had lied. One that he would discard as soon as its usefulness had expired. That is what he had told himself lifetimes ago… Now this heart of his beat faster as he observed the scene below, his eyes never leaving Y/N's graceful form as she moved through the city.

One other gaze observed these motions with equal intensity, but unlike the distracted attentions of Lord Raiden, this stalking creature was fully aware that his quarry was under careful scrutiny. If he acted without proper caution, the game would be up before it had even begun.

The sorcerer Shang Tsung was never without his contingencies. Never found lacking in ways to slip the grasps of fate. And now as he enjoyed an extended reprieve from the beckoning of his master Shao Kahn, and the incessant meddling of Earthrealm's champion Liu Kang, he had detected an amusing inflection in the humors of the skies. One that, should he apply proper leverage to, might remove the most vexing of obstacles from his plans. Lord Raiden had fallen victim to his own hubris: He was in love.

[nerdygaymormon]

The Queerness of the Oz movies

The 1939 movie The Wizard of Oz is considered a queer classic, even though most of the queerness is subtext. The 2024 movie Wicked stands alongside it as a queer movie.

The Wizard of Oz

Television became part of American homes in the 1950s & 1960s. Unlike today, the options of what to watch was limited to only 2 to 4 channels. The Wizard of Oz was aired annually on television and soon became a familiar part of American culture. The movie was noted for its over-the-top characters, jubilant songs, lavish costumes and production design, and fantastical performances. It’s very flamboyant, no wonder it caught the attention of gay people.

Because the movie was so familiar, it could be easily referenced with the expectation everyone else would understand. For example, a store catering to the gay community could sell T-shirts with an image of Glinda and her words from the movie “Come out, come out, wherever you are.” Or a poster of Dorothy standing at a crossroads and the Scarecrow saying, “Of course, some people go both ways.” “The Wiz,” a Broadway musical produced by a black gay man and adapted as a film starring Diana Ross, occupies an important place in both black and gay culture. Patti LaBelle continues to sing her own empowering version of “Over the Rainbow” at LGBTQ events and Toddrick Hall’s “Straight Outta Oz” explores his experiences as a young, queer man of color through identification with various situations from the story.

The main character of the movie is Dorothy, a girl from a small community who is misunderstood by her family. She sings the song "Over the Rainbow," which is about longing to go to a place beyond the rainbow where the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true. Soon a tornado comes and picks up her house in Kansas and sets it down in a land called Oz. The scenes in Kansas are filmed in sepia tone, which is when black-and-white photos are stained a brownish color, and the land of Oz was shot in technicolor. The journey of Dorothy going from Kansas to Oz reflected queer people's desire to leave the black-and-white limitations of small-town life for a big, colorful city like New York or San Francisco, full of quirky characters who would welcome them.

The whole aesthetic of the characters in the movie can be seen as over-the-top and have inspired drag acts for decades for their camp style. Plus, let's not forget all that drama over a pair of shoes!

The three male characters who become Dorothy's travel companions in Oz are stereotypes of gay men. The Scarecrow was too loud, the Tin Man is the sensitive type, and the Cowardly Lion is like a befuddled old bachelor who even refers to himself as a “sissy” and “dandy lion” ("sissy" and "dandy" being common adjectives to describe gay men). Dorothy easily accepts and welcomes them even though they were different. Dorothy created her own "found family" just as many do in the queer community. The phrase "Friend of Dorothy" became code used by gay men to identify themselves to each other. “Oh, you don’t know Bob? He’s a friend of Dorothy.”

The Scarecrow, the Tin Man, and the Cowardly Lion, aren't just hanging out with their campy friend Dorothy, they go on a journey to find their true selves, to understand that they are not who others told them that they are.

Judy Garland, the actress who played Dorothy, became iconic within the queer community. She was proud of her gay fans and welcomed them. Despite her immense talent and impressive career, her personal life was fodder for the newspapers as they eagerly told of tragedies and failures. Judy withstood those hard things, she was seen as a survivor, which having a life of perseverance was admired by the queer community, especially in the 20th century when they were at risk in many ways from society. Judy was also famous for being vulnerable, sharing about her mental health, her addictions, and her self doubts. That humanness let her queer fans feel connected with her. Even to this day, gay men will refer to a good friend as their “good Judy,” in honor of Judy Garland.

Judy Garland's funeral was held on June 27, 1969, which later that night the Stonewall Riots erupted. Not that the two events are related, but it was seen as symbolic that her death also marked the passing of the era of secrecy and assimilation. We moved into the beginning of the queer-rights movement for liberation. Subtext and secrecy would give way to openness and unambiguousness.

Harvey Milk, the first openly gay elected official in the history of California, challenged San Francisco queer artist Gilbert Baker to come up with a symbol of pride for the gay community, something positive as an alternative to the pink triangle. The pink triangle had been used by Nazis to identify and persecute homosexuals, and was reclaimed in the 70s as a bold symbol of remembrance and action against persecution. Rather than a symbol of oppression forced onto us, let us choose a symbol of our own. Gilbert created the Rainbow Flag in 1978. The song "Over the Rainbow" did not serve as inspiration for the flag, but many people tied the two together. The rainbow flag represented hope that we can make a place of acceptance and compassion, just like the song lyrics.

Wicked

The overall theme of the movie is about being "othered" but embracing your own true self, and this resonates strongly with queer audiences.

And there's the central relationship of the movie, the one between Elphaba and Glinda. While the movie never outright positions them as romantic partners, their connection has a depth and intensity that feels queer coded as it feels somewhere between friendship and love. Even when the male love interest is introduced, it's the relationship between these two women which is most interesting. The monumental moment at the dance is these two women dancing together. When Elphaba goes to meet the Wizard, she takes Glinda with her, not the handsome prince. Likewise, after discovering the Wizard has no magic powers, Elphaba wants Glinda by her side when she flies off to the West. Not to mention all the casual handholding and touching in the movie. At a minimum it seems they're somewhat closeted or in denial of things they feel. The queer possibilities of their relationship will inspire countless pieces of fan fiction.

Elphaba is ostracized for her green skin, which is something she was born with and can't change, and it's seen by many as a metaphor for the experiences of marginalized groups, including LGBTQ+ people. Elphaba learns to stand in her own individuality and otherness and embrace her true self, and that makes her powerful.

Glinda gave a weird hat to Elphaba who wears it only to have everyone laugh at her, but Elphaba makes this accessory her signature look. Wearing clothes that are a bit different from the mainstream and having your hair colored in vibrant colors are both queer tropes, and so having Elphaba make this accessory part of her personality feels very on point.

The Land of Oz is a place where queer people simply exist. Some of the Shiz students wear skirts, some wear pants, some a combination, in a definite show of gender inclusivity. The environment lets everyone individualize themselves and figure themselves out. In the ozdust ballroom are men wearing makeup. Queerness doesn't seem to be a problem in this land, which is wonderful.

Another theme of the film is the danger of having systems of oppression set against groups of people. The government declares talking animals to be the enemy and uses its power to ostracize them and to remove them from positions of power. The symbolism of saying those who are different need to be silenced is chilling and relevant. Having laws limiting what the the goat professor should teach and then forcibly removing him from the classroom reminds me of the "Don't Say Gay" and anti-trans bathroom laws which have been passed across the USA.

Then there are the songs! "What is this feeling" has Glinda and Elphaba sing lyrics which seem to depict a crush. What is this feeling so sudden and new? I felt the moment I laid eyes on you. My pulse is rushing, my head is reeling. Yeah, well, my face is flushing. What is this feeling? Fervid as a flame, does it have a name? A song about these confusing, conflicting feelings for each other feels very love-at-first-site, but the punchline is that they hate each other. But come on, they lie awake at night thinking about each other as they sing this song. In a few years they'll look back and recognize this obsession was a crush.

Regarding the song "I’m Not That Girl," Jonathan Bailey, the gay man who played Prince Fiyero, stated “’I’m Not That Girl’ is such a queer anthem. I mean, the thing is, the themes in this resonate with everyone, but that thing of being born into a world that tells you that you’re not worth, you’re not worth anything or that you’re unlovable. And to harness that and to know that actually that will and is your superpower. And it’s about the people you meet along the way and the relationships you forge which helps you strengthen that. And yeah, I hope all queer kids can see this story and know that they are going to be okay.”

The song "Popular" isn't necessarily gay, but at one point as they're singing this, they're lying on the bed together looking into each other's eyes, and then Glinda adjusts to basically be on top of Elphaba.

The climax to the movie Wicked is the song "Defying Gravity" The character Elphaba sings of how she wants to live without limits, going against the rules that others have set for her. Queer audience members identify with the character Elphaba because of her journey to accept that she’s different from others and this changes what she expects and desires from life.

And finally, the casting of so many actors who are openly queer:

Elphaba is played by Cynthia Erivo who identifies as queer and bisexual and is currently in a relationship with the actress Lena Waithe. Having a queer, Black woman play the role of Elphaba makes her character's journey feel even more personal and adds depth of meaning to the feelings of being othered & ostracized.

Elphaba's sister, Nessarose, is played by Marissa Bode who has a girlfriend. Having her in the film provides queer disability visibility during the press tour. I love that both Thropp sisters are played by queer actresses.

Prince Fiyero is played by Jonathan Bailey who is gay and launched the charity The Shameless Fund which aims to help members of the queer community across the world "live authentically, love freely and thrive." Fiyero shows up to Shiz University and seduces most everyone with his glances, touches, and winks. No one is safe. A bisexual king.

Pfannee is played by Bowen Yang, who is gay. Pfannee wears a skirted uniform and reacts to Prince Fiero by saying "You can do anything to me."

ShenShen is played by Bronwyn James who has a wife. So both of Glinda's sidekicks are played by gay actors although they don’t play these characters as the stereotypical “gay best friend,” but being the catty “mean girl” is also a gay trope, so it fits.

Dulcibear, the bear nurse who raises Elphaba, is voiced by Sharon D. Clark who is married to Susie McKenna. Having Dulcibear voiced by a queer woman gives added meaning to her choice to raise Elphaba after she was rejected by her father. During the song "What Is This Feeling," if Elphaba had written to Dulcibear instead of her father, maybe she'd have gotten the response, "It sounds like you're in love with her."

Even the straight actors in this cast are kind of queer adjacent. Ariana Grande who plays Glinda is considered a gay icon for her singing career and her brother Frankie Grande is gay. The Wizard is played by Jeff Goldblum who is campy and he was even a guest judge on an episode of RuPaul's Drag Race. Madame Morrible is played by Michelle Yeoh who in every scene looks like she is doing Marie Antoinette-inspired drag and both Elphaba and Glinda both want her more than they want Fiyero.

[heaven-s-black-box]

Live on Air- Self Aware!Jiaoqiu x gn!Our World!Reader

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Recovery date: December 31st, 2024

Description: i was thinking about a self aware au where the reader and their friends were guessing which hsr character someone was talking about and the part when the group was fangirling over Baizhu I was imagining the reader and their friends doing the exact same thing with Jiaoqiu

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with @crystalkat6747 researcher, we thank her for her contributions. I have never done a self-aware AU before, I do not have Jiaoqiu but reader in this does.

Word count: 1 045

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“Okay, okay,” Y/n laughed.

They were on a call with some friends while slugging through Star Rail events, trying to scrape up enough pulls for the current banner. Dailies were done, thank you simulated universe, and now they were just struggling against combat challenges.

“Can we play some kind of Fuck, Marry, Kill? I’m going crazy here.”

“Fuck, Marry, Kill. Um… Zhongli, Neuvillette, and… I’m out of dragons.”

“Ganyu’s kind of a dragon,” one of  Y/n’s friends suggested.

“I thought Qilins looked kind of like unicorns.”

“Well Zhongli’s part Qilin, right? So she counts here, now answer the question.”

“Uh…”

As Y/n answered, Jiaoqiu began to fan himself in his idle. The red feathers slowly began to ignite.

“Oh, well that’s not good,” he sighed, giving it two hard bats to put it out.

It happened rather frequently lately, and he took it as a sign that they were back. When his fan caught fire randomly, and he felt an urge to explore that he could not ignore, that was when he was sure they were back.

The trailblazers called them Y/n, that was what Caelus called himself for a bit when he couldn't remember his name. This urge to travel seemed to come and go fairly frequently, one minute March 7th would be dealing with fragmentum creatures on Jarilo VI and the next Welt would feel the need to go to Penacony. They insisted it was nothing to worry about, but Jiaoqiu was a busy man and didn’t like this unscratchable itch.

Suddenly he felt relaxed.

He looked around where he stood in Fyxestroll Garden, but there was no one but him. Taking a few steps to the right, he paused to see if he’d be moved back to where he’d been but nothing happened.

With a sigh, he took out his phone and messaged the Astral Express. There was a chat for people who seemed to fall under their control, so that the express crew could pick them up wherever they got left.

Luckily they were in the area and he quickly found himself in the Astral Express’ passenger car being taken back to the Yaoqing. Feixiao would certainly laugh at him for this.

“Jiaoqiu! Come here!” March called as soon as he’d boarded.

“Hello, Miss March, how are you?”

“Good, good.” She, Caelus, and Dan Heng were sitting round the radio with some tools and parts left out. “Come join us.”

“I suppose I can, what are we doing.”

“Shhh,” Caelus hushed, waving for him to sit as he turned up the radio.

It was too staticy to hear anything at first but then Dan Heng adjusted a setting and an unfamiliar voice came through.

“She is… a fire character with a follow up attack-”

“Himeko!” Two voices yelled.

“What! You didn’t even let me finish, it could have been Guinaifen.”

“I don’t think she has a follow up attack though, I don’t think many Honaki Star Rail characters have overlapping characteristics.”

“Whatever, Y/n’s turn.”

“Ooo, what’s a good one.” 

Jiaoqiu found himself leaning forwards in his seat to listen as they spoke. “Okay, this character is a Foxian-”

“Jiaoqiu,” came a cacophony of expectant voices.

“But they just said Foxian! We know plenty of Fox-”

“All I said was they were a Foxian! I didn’t even give you a gender!”

“That’s what I just said,” March exclaimed.

“Oh you wouldn’t shut up about him,” one of Y/n’s friend’s laughed. “He was announced and you said ‘damn he could give me a check up’.”

“I did not!”

The three trailblazers turned to the Foxian whose jaw was slack with surprise and cheeks were turning red. He cleared his throat awkwardly and raised his fan in front of his face, mumbling something about making sure it didn’t catch fire again.

“Yes, you did,” another one of their friends laughed. “Pull up a picture, pull up a picture!”

“Look at his ears, do you think he likes having them scratched?”

Caelus grabbed the fan and pulled it down, revealing a very red Jiaoqiu though he otherwise looked composed.

“Do you like having your ears scratched?” He asked.

“I see no point in giving you an answer, I’m not letting you touch my ears.”

“Damn he’s hot,” a new voice spoke up through the radio.

“He cooks too, king of the male wives,” Y/n said. “And his eyes, oh boy do they stare into your soul.”

March snickered, “King of the male wives.”

Though he may not be able to see anymore, Jiaoqiu turns in the direction he thinks is closest to looking her in the eye and glares. He’s off slightly, looking over her head, but it’s enough because she apologies

“And he’s all mine,” Y/n giggles. “Came home in forty pulls with no guarantee, baby!”

“Who came home, we doing pulls?”

“No, talking about Jiaoqiu.”

“Jiao- Oh damn… Please tell me he’s the new Genshin character.”

“He is not, he’s in Honkai Star Rail. His name is Jiaoqiu and he’s a doctor slash chef.”

“I am not a chef.”

“Actually he isn’t a practicing doctor anymore, very important lore.”

“Might have to start playing Star Rail just for him.”

Dan Heng sighed, “This feels like it’s going to go on for a while, maybe we should stop listening.”

“Ya… it was funny at first but now it’s just kind of awkward.”

“It could certainly be worse,” Jiaoqiu commented. 

He honestly didn’t mind listening to them talk about him, especially as they went on about what drove him as a character. Sure, it was kind of weird… but he’d always thought of them like the Aeons and the Aeons were always watching.

Dan Heng turned off the radio, and Jiaoqiu excused himself to another cabin.

The cabin door had barely clicked shut when his phone chimed and he had it read out the message. It was from Dan Heng, and all it contained was a link to a private stream of them talking.

“And then, his whole goal is to cure Feixiao so that she can ‘cure’ war. I just, that man needs a hug…”

“Are you done?”

“Nope, have I mentioned how much I love playing him? He does all my simulated universe Nihility runs.”

[humbledragon669]

S2E2 - The Clue Write Up P6 -Land of Uz: from the final return to present day onwards

I am sure I can get this episode wrapped up with one last section so let’s jump on in. I suppose the first thing to note is that the double spread we see Aziraphale staring so intently at is different to the one that started this flashback sequence off. Presumably he has, in the present day, been reading through the pages as he been reminiscing. There are a few figures missing from the drawing we can see on the plate, most notably Crawley himself. The figure in the background would appear to be Aziraphale, though the features are vague and make it difficult to say with any certainty. I find Crawley’s absence interesting in particular, seeing as the presence of his adopted character of Bildad the Shuhite is documented in the Epilogue of the Book of Job, and it makes me wonder if Aziraphale was intending to ask Crowley about this when he emerges from his reverie (only to find the demon gone of course). I have so many silly little questions about this turn of events in the book shop: what was Aziraphale going to ask? Was he simply confirming that the footsteps he heard did in fact belong to Crowley? When did Crowley leave? Why did he leave? Where did he go? Was there a one-sided conversation where he announced his intention to go? Did he speak to Jim before he left? I don’t know why this bothers me so much that Aziraphale comes back to the present to find himself alone with us having no explanation as to where Crowley has gone, and perhaps it wouldn’t bother me so if Aziraphale didn’t clearly have the start of a conversation on his mind. I doubt we’ll ever find out the answers to these questions now either ☹

There is something to be said for Aziraphale’s character assassination of Gabriel at this point in the storyline.

AZIRAPHALE: You know, you really used to be… awful. I mean… SO awful.

He’s not wrong, by any stretch of the imagination. It’s clear that Aziraphale is confident with his evaluation, and I do believe that there is a part of him that says this both to help him try and muddle through the oddities of his situation and to provide some background for Jim himself. I also believe that his making this statement, out loud, to someone other than himself, should signal to us just how far his character has come since the days from Uz that we’ve just seen. It’s fairly clear to see how uncomfortable he is with Gabriel’s attitude and actions in the Land of Uz scenes, but he manages to reconcile this discomfort with the assurances that it was all for the will of God that things had to be so. Nothing has changed in the present day - Gabriel’s thoughts and actions have already happened and the reasoning for them is constant - and yet Aziraphale’s evaluation of the situation is entirely different. No more the compliant angel that can forgive any unpleasantness by attributing it to God’s will; he has seen the vile being for what he was and, perhaps due to his present company (or lack thereof), does not fear the wrath of God (or the Heavenly host) by pointing it out. Not only that, his perspective on the entire incident has changed. Where he previously showed discomfort with the actions being taken by Heaven, his focus now lies of the behaviour of a particular individual. In short, it’s a much more human-like response; judging thoughts and emotions rather than actions and outcomes.

Remember all those questions I had earlier on about Crowley and his whereabouts? Well, the next scene doesn’t really help to answer a single one of them, and may in fact just create new ones to add to the list because we see him walking back towards the book shop. So, wherever he went, he went on foot. And given the way the scene unfolds, it looks like he’s on his way back to the car to… what? Leave the Soho area? Without saying anything to Aziraphale? Perhaps it was simply to get something from the car and take it into the book shop. Whatever the reason, the car isn’t parked in its usual place. Usually I might say there’s something to be said for this but in this instance I think it’s just a convenience for filming as it could have made the conversation between him and Nina a little difficult if he hadn’t had to walk past the coffee shop before arriving at the car. Talking of subtle inconsistencies though, there’s this tiny detail:

Not getting the basis of reference? Alright, here’s a little comparison conversation from the previous episode:

So, despite the fact that Crowley is very capable of understanding and using sarcasm (as explicitly stated during the previous episode), that piece of subtext appears to have gone completely underneath his radar in this conversation with Nina. Personally, I think this has something to do with his personal stake in the topic of conversation - the likelihood of success of his rainstorm idea as a surefire way for people to fall in love. He does look genuinely disheartened that Nina doesn’t seem to consider his grand idea for romance to be all that love-inducing at all. This observation aside, the biggest thing this streetside conversation does for me is further cement my dislike of the Nina character (it’s the contemptuous “Mister-Six-Espressos-in-a-Big-Cup” line. Seriously, what’s that about?), and I don’t think that’s the intention. The entire exchange doesn’t even feel particularly natural to me - Nina’s contempt, the sudden rainstorm questioning that leapfrogs into an unspoken probing about Maggie, the defensive conclusion about Nina’s partner. It just feels so stilted to me. Perhaps it simply goes hand-in-hand with the Bentley’s unusual placement on the street - as a scriptual stepping stone to get us to THAT conversation about the Bentley. Speaking of which…

I think this is Aziraphale at his most adorable. Just look at his little face, so excited! If we ignore for a moment the fact that we can actually see him crouching down behind the car if we look through the passenger side window, there’s a little something that might be worth mentioning. There’s a little music “sting” we can hear as he pops up from behind the car:

Now, this could be just a sweet little noise inserted into the soundtrack for comic effect. In a really sickly sweet and fluffy way, it could also represent the feelings invoked within Crowley when he sees Aziraphale (*simultaneous “ahh” and gagging noises*). There is another possibility though, because it sounds a little like a miracle noise (hence why we have to ignore the fact we can see him crouching down beforehand). It is entirely possible that he miracled himself into position to greet Crowley, something which we have seen him do before (albeit at a time when Crowley might have simply turned and walked away if he had spotted him). And I actually feel like there would be more questions about his behaviour if he doesn’t miracle himself into position: how long has be been there for? Why is he hiding? Why does he wait on the passenger side given he’s about to talk to Crowley about the possibility of driving the car? How does he know Crowley is going back to the car in the first place? Just another batch of questions I doubt we’ll ever have the answers to, although these ones I feel less bothered by. I do love Crowley’s assumption that Aziraphale just needs a lift to go somewhere, and I find the idea that the angel just conveniently miracles himself next to the passenger door if ever he needs a lift to be highly entertaining.

This angel 100% knows he’s crossing a line, doesn’t he? He’s hilarious, honestly. And for once, has actually managed not only to read to cues he’s getting back from Crowley, but has pre-empted them, having already constructed a counter argument for what he knows will not be a receptive response to his suggestion.

I’m sorry, what’s that now? What sort of “use” are you both getting out of it with that facial expression, Mr. Fell? I don’t think there’s a single person in the world that would watch that and feel like the sentence was devoid of double entendre. Regardless, and skating over the comedy that is so delightfully crafted into this scene, there’s a clear statement here about the state of their relationship - that Aziraphale no longer considers the two material objects that they hold dear to one another no longer belonging to just one of them, but are shared. And it’s nice to see that the ability to read cues from one another has returned to business-as-usual so quickly - I love watching Aziraphale arguing that he can of course drive the Bentley because he has a license. I don’t really think that’s what Crowley meant when he said the angel couldn’t drive his car! And yet, the end of this conversation has also been carefully crafted by Aziraphale; he presents the care of the book shop to the demon as a sort of an exchange of trust between them (you can trust me with your car, and to prove it, I’ll entrust the book shop to you in my absence), but really he just needs someone to watch Jim, which I don’t think Crowley would have been happy to do in any circumstances. Honestly, this demon really did just get the bum end of the deal. This entire exchange, apart from being hilarious (especially that little hand slap that we sadly only get to hear and not see), is actually a lovely insight into a side of Aziraphale’s character that we really don’t get to see very often. He’s cunning and crafty, and mischievous with it. And confident. This isn’t him stuttering his way through a problem he doesn’t know how to get out of - there’s no hand wringing, no flapping. Just calm asserted application of plans. And it’s clear to see that Crowley knows he’s been utterly ambushed by it. Delightful.

Back inside the bookshop, we’re treated to an array of book titles. It’s been a while since we had such a richness of potential subtext, so I’ll break them down into a table and try and keep it brief. Here’s the shot of the bookshelf that Jim is “sorting”:

And the table below contains their details with possible links to the Good Omens storyline:

Link to @fuckyeahgoodomens post about The Crow Road.

There are another two books added to the shelf after the shot of it leaves our screens:

Pride and Prejudice, which follows the turbulent relationship between a young couple, who must overcome their pride and prejudices before they can be free to fall in love. Possible connections: too obvious to write down.

Good Omens. Meta-as-fuck. ‘Nuff said.

Jokes aside, I’m sure I have but scratched the surface here. I may come back to do a more thorough deep dive if I have time before the finale drops. Or maybe not if I think it might involve actually reading some of them - as I’ve said before, I find classic literature beyond dull. If anybody wants to take up the mantel on that one, have at it.

This last trip to Uz is one I think we all know and love dearly, and I don’t want to really spend a lot of time simply retelling what you can all see on the screen with your own eyes. Instead, I’ll just highlight a couple of poignant take-aways, for me at least:

Devastated as he clearly is, Aziraphale has resigned himself to his fate of being cast out of Heaven completely. No fuss, no mess - he intends to simply allow himself to be taken to Hell.

It would seem that, ever since the Garden of Eden, Aziraphale has been dispatched to Earth on a full-time basis. How much of his upset is caused by his sadness at being removed from Earth, rather than his removal from Heaven? Granted, this angel has proved incapable of separating “who/what he is” from “where he comes from”, which would present something of an existential dilemma to him, I just don’t hear an awful lot of regret specifically over the possibility that he could no longer be associated with Heaven.

We know from Crowley’s brief retelling of his fall that it involved a very long, very painful, descent from the Heavens and into the bowels of Hell. Presumably Aziraphale would remember the details of how the rebellious angels were originally cast out of Heaven, yet he appears to believe his descent will be somewhat more dignified.

Aziraphale openly says that he knew it would be Crawley sent to escort him to Hell. Why would this be? If he genuinely believed that his rebellious actions had been discovered, would it not be more sensible that he be summoned back to Heaven to face trial and punishment?

Crawley’s response to Aziraphale’s tearful please is simple - I’m not taking you to Hell because I don’t think you’d like it there. I think this speaks volumes about Crawley’s state of mind towards Aziraphale at this point - he likes this angel just the way he is, and even given the chance to place them on an even keel, allowing them to spend more time together, he wouldn’t do it.

Despite the fact that he has just had a hand in saving the lives of three innocent children, Aziraphale is still incapable of understanding that being good or evil isn’t as simple as being one of the other, that there is something of a spectrum involved. Not only that, the action he believes that has tipped him over into demon territory is simply lying, the insinuation being that if he had done what was expected of him, he could still call himself an agent of good. So, to sum up: lie to Archangel Gabriel = evil demon; allow three innocent children to be killed without reason = good angel. I don’t suppose it takes much of a genius to comprehend why this particular moral dilemma might have sparked a severe identity crisis in him.

Crawley’s actions towards Aziraphale (aside from laughing at his clear distress!) are (sorry Crowley) extremely kind. He understands what Aziraphale is going through, having gone through his own crisis of faith (and suffering the consequences) thousands of years before. And he’s not just kind in what he says, but gentle with it. He leads the angel to the only conclusion that feels truly justified and offers an olive branch of friendship between them with a veiled confession of his own loneliness, planting the seed in Aziraphale’s mind that perhaps they don’t need to be alone in their own individual lonely states.

Phew, that was a lot of subtextual stuff in that little scene (it’s less than three minutes long), and I don’t think it’s a surprise to any of us that the acting between Michael and David here is stellar. There’s one last thing about the scene that I think is worth noting, and it’s to do with the soundtrack.

Sound familiar to you? It’s no secret that there are musical motifs that run throughout David Arnold’s score for both seasons. This one (a particular treatment of the main theme tune for the show) can also be heard in the final episode of season one, as we see Adam running through the orchard:

There are some subtle instrumentation and tempo differences, sure, but the motif is the same. And why do I think this is important? Well, the subtext for Adam’s final scene in season one is one of personal growth - the events of the previous episodes have forced a change in his perspective that triggers the beginning of his movement from childhood into adulthood. Where he starts to understand that good and evil can’t always be simply defined by labels, that there are subtleties are play. And isn’t this exactly what is happening with Aziraphale in this final Uz scene? I think this is Aziraphale’s metaphorical “leaving the garden” scene. And, just as we saw him do in the final episode of season one, he goes through it with the guidance and support of Crawley. It’s a really beautiful parallel between the two seasons, and an excellent way to end the episode.

And there we have it, the end of this episode.  Looking ahead to my notes for the next episode, it looks like I might manage to get that one done if a few less parts (and that is likely to do with the fact that the Crowley and Aziraphale are largely apart for present day parts of the episode!), but we’ll see. For now though, and as always; questions, comments, discussion, always welcome. See you for the next one!

[fire-starterdylan]

@emmanuelxreyes

Emmanuel hated whatever the island's magic was doing to him. As much as he tried to control it and himself, he found his magic spiking and fading erratically and it was infuriating him. One minute he was hearing entirely too many thoughts in his head, and the next it was silent. One moment he'd been able to trap a whole group of slaves in a vision together, then it fell away and he couldn't even create one.

"I guess I will have to have fun the old fashioned way then." he muttered in annoyance. "Bring me someone interesting." the djinn snapped at a guard. "And string them up there." He instructed, pointing to a tree in the quad.

"Hey!" he shouted, trying to dislodge a guard from his arm. So much was happening - Dylan was absolutely delighted to have his powers back, but they didn't seem to work like he was used to. It was fine at first, then it got a little bit too crazy and he burned a building down, and for the last hour or so, they've barely been working at all. The collar had been burned off at the first opportunity he had, but it still didn't help him from getting essentially kidnapped from a guard who must have recognized him from the cells and was dragging him over to a tree. He was thrown into it a bit too hard - not hard enough to see stars but he's had his fair share of head injuries to know when to be concerned - and had his wrists pulled up too tight around a branch. Thankfully, he was tall and didn't have to strain too bad, but he was trying to ignite said tree and nothing was happening. Dylan worked hard to dampen down that panic with a glare to the man before him and a low, "Who the fuck are you?"

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

Still haven't messaged my mom back. And I don't think I'm going to.

[izzy-b-hands]

Got all excited last night bc i saw a post from a mod on the gta o subreddit abt the Halloween update being set to drop today around 5 AM (backed up by at least two gaming websites that had stories also stating the same start time and date)

Went in today ready for Halloween and uh. Nothing lol

Checked the actual Rockstar website and there's no mention of it, just that RDR o is getting a Halloween update this week

If i was a betting man I'd start a pool on how late in the month it'll be by the time the gta Halloween drops lmao

(also a pool on how likely it is the mod is lying; as they continue to insist they have access to all the usual Halloween stuff in GTA o today and that everyone who doesn't must not know how to restart their game to see if that changes anything, or maybe they didn't click play on GTA but a different game in their library? Which is insulting af, especially to the guy with the flare that shows he's at a level so high in the game that i frankly didn't know existed, who called them out and asked if maybe they didn't get confused and thought gta and rdr were both getting the update at the same time. Person was nice abt it, just asked plainly and said it was ok if that was the case, but that it would be helpful for others to know. poor dude immediately got piled on by the mod for it but like. he's right lmao. if that's the case it's fine! mistakes happen! but stop insisting you have access to something seemingly no one else trying to play online does!)

[dewitty1]

Saturday Six (Stuff)

The Dude (@super-ultra-mega-kami-guru-blog) comes home Monday night!( ´͈ ॢꇴ `͈ॢ)･*♡

I guess the kittehs have been good company. Leeloo has been a typical kitten aka a terror. (^・ω・^ )

As much as I don't want my parents to interfere in my business I do want my mom to ask her bestie, WTF, because I did an estimate for her and I have heard back and I need money like now. Mom said no, and rightfully so, but still, lol.（’-’*)

Speaking of parents, Mom asked me to come hang out at their old people gratitude dinner today. Umm, yeah no thanks. Once was enough. I'm fine hanging out with myself.٩(•̤̀ᵕ•̤́๑)ᵒᵏᵎᵎᵎᵎ

Seriously the worst part of being a small business person is worrying about money. We hates it.( •̀ω•́ )σ

And even though he's a jerk about it, Dad is helping me get tires on my car. That's one good thing, he'll always keep the car up. Though he still calls it "his" car. s(・｀ヘ´・;)ゞ

Bonus: Happy End of Daylight Saving Time weekend! Tonight most of the USA imitates Cher and turns back time, the Standard clock. WHEEEE. (not fun. We hates the dark) (´～`)

[loveanddeepdick]

nanami knows that his dick is good. that his dick can turn a 2/10 day to a 10/10 week. that even though you hated giving head to your ex-boyfriends, you’d gladly drop anything to suck his dick.

nanami watches you, letting out short groans and whines as he watches your mouth move up and down his dick. whenever, wherever, he’ll let you have it. he’s yours and you’re his! ofc he’ll let you have him anytime <3

nanami who dicks you down anytime you’re horny, stressed, or just plain wants it. he’s ready when you are! he’s suck a gentlemen with it too, cleaning you up after you suck him off or take his dick, gently cleaning you with a damp towel or the wipes he keeps in the dashboard of his car.

nanami doesn’t believe in condoms, well, he did but after you let him hit it raw once, he was hooked for life. he’s such a gentlemen though, so if you want him to wear one he will but you both know it feels better when you’re skin to skin.

nanami who, even though he loves receiving, loves giving even more. he’ll have his head in between your legs, sucking on you like his life depends on it. even when you tug on his dirty blonde, salt and pepper hair, he shakes his head.

“‘m not done, sweetheart. need to finish eating, yeah? you gonna let me?”

nanami who looks at you from between your legs, lovestruck after you pass out from rounds of head from him. his eyes never your head is laying against the pillow as if you’re deep in a peaceful sleep, a contradiction to the events that just conspired before.

“poor baby.. aww, don’t worry, i’m here”

nanami who cleans you up each time after he’s in between your legs. in the bathroom, he admired the white slick left on his face and chuckles as he washes it off. he’ll take a damp cloth and a glass of water from the kitchen before he comes back. sitting on the edge of your shared bed, he gently cleans you before closing your legs, pulling e covers on you

“see you when you wake up, love. i’ll be here”

[fmhobeus]

jjk men and their red flags

a/n: i'm feeling problematic :> tell me what u think (agree/disagree/add more?) this is all for shits n giggles !! non sorcerer au kinda

kento nanami — (over)protective

but like... to the point where it feels like he's treating you like a child! he doesnt like to see you sweat or even work at all for that matter. he loves it when you cook but has bought covers for all the knifes. if he sees a burn on your hand get ready for a 10 minute long lecture. if you accidentally fall he wont let you get up for atleast 3 days to help you ""heal."" it's almost like he doesnt trust you to take care of yourself :') he probably has like 3 separate first-aid kits everywhere.

suguru geto — emotionally unavailable

i feel like this is explainable to his character (sort of.) i dont think that he'd make you feel isolated at all, he's be an amazing listener and probably memorizes every word you say. he listens to you rant and even trauma dump with insane patience. but at some point it feels as though you hardly know him. he's talk to you a lot but very little of it is personal and you hardly know what he's thinking because his ass is not tell you. he also unintentionally distances himself from people from time to time. this applies to you too and you can feel him getting emotionally distant sometimes. it isnt something he does knowingly but it sure ass hell bothers you.

satoru gojo — very clingy and needy

this nigga. he is so utterly clingy. and at first it's perfectly fine, even appreciated by you. you still love him like crazy of course but it is just overwhelming. he is like a child most of the time, he need you around him and is always accompanying you wherever you go, and he expects you to do the same. he also doesn't believe in "me time" because why would you feel better when you're away from him: (? want to hang out with your friends? what do you need them for: (? he's right there. he is also physically incapable of listening but boy is he good at making up.

toji fushiguro — controlling

he is so controlling omfg. it's usually subtle but sometimes he will outright just say no to things he doesnt like, not caring if you like them. it gets to the point where he actually starts to change your personality. he is very caring and that's his justification for this typa stuff. it is usually harmless stuff but he gets paranoid often. he doesnt let you wear miniskirts out if you're not with him. he doesn't let you befriend people he thinks are into you. he barely lets you buy stuff on your own, he usually gifts you whatever it is youre into at that moment. borderline turned on by fear and you being dependent on him.

choso kamo — has no social life outside you

pretty self explanatory. he doesnt have many friends outside you and isn't interesting in making them either. total loser. so taking him out to events, he probably doesnt interact much and chooses to look at you the entire time, which annoys your friends. he answers their questions pretty bluntly. he's never down to have people over and lowkey hates when you are.

hiromi higuruma — workaholic

also self explanatory. he leaves early, comes home late. you barely see him on the weekdays. sometimes he goes as far as ignoring your calls when in between cases. he calls you periodically but has to have an alarm set to remind him. he loves you very very deeply but is just used to working non stop T_T

[servicpop]

nude beach adrien ( deliquent oc ) x ftm reader

ⓘ⠀reader has top surgery , use of cunt & pussy , fingering , public ( on beach )

Tans, seashells, crisp soda and icecream, perfect for a hot sunny day.

It was an idea pitched by one of your friends to hold a class beach day, and as the student president, you agreed and began to plan. The message you sent into the class group chat was bombarded with positive replies the moment you mentioned the word 'beach.' It seemed like alot of your classmates either wanted to escape studying or needed a break to cool off.

A familiar icon popped up underneath your message, Adrien's, but he didn't reply so you just guessed he would skip this event out too.

Stuffed in a car with all your friends, you allocated each friend to bring different things like drinks, food, beach balls and towels. You were in charge of packing the beach umbrellas and foldable chairs.

It was about a 3 hour trip to a beach nearby; one that wouldn't be bombarded with little children and an abundance of people.

When you got there with your friends — a little earlier than the set time — you took the initiative to start helping out with things and putting down your chairs and umbrellas. As you're hauling out the items from the trunk, you could faintly hear the raspy sound of someone calling out.

“Adrien, give me a hand here!” Your head instinctively turns to meet eyes with that stupid deliquent who seems to always show up wherever you are.

He was unusually early, perhaps earlier than you.

Adrien shoots you a toothy smirk before turning back to his buddy, helping the guy lift a cooler filled with sodas and probably beer as well. You shrug him off with a small scoff, rolling your eyes before going back to set up your things

You've successfully put up an umbrella and a deck chair away from the water, letting your body relax on the chair.

You weren't even planning on swimming today but you brought a shirt and some swim shorts just in case you wanted to just dip your feet into the icy water and feel the waves crash against your knees.

Staring out to the shore you watch as your friends run into the water, splashing and kicking sand up st eachother. You would join but, swimming wasn't something you particularly liked, especially the feeling of your wet swimsuit sticking to your skin.

“What are you doing all alone, prez?” His voice comes out smooth and almost tantalizing as a hand slides over your shoulder. You flinch harshly, whipping your head around to see Adrien in his full glory, shirt off, slightly damp hair and crystal clear water droplets gliding down the curves of his muscles.

Before you could say anything, Adrien pulls up another chair and slides it right beside you. The wooden bits of the deck chair clink together and he lowers himself on it with a small sigh of relief.

“The boys are playing like gladiators out there, felt like I was gonna die,” He laughs and you see his chest stutter as he does. He lets his head rest on his hand, elbow jutted out as he turns to face you.

“But really, why aren't you swimming? I'd love to see you shirtless and wet.” You roll your eyes and scoff, shaking your head as you stretch out your legs.

“I just don't feel like it,” You hum nonchalantly which earns a breathless laugh from Adrien. He places a hand on your stomach, inching closer to you. His fingers lightly drum on your stomach, earning that slight hollow sound.

He flicks your shirt up and burrows his hand underneath it, making a slow ascend to your chest, tracing over the raised lines underneath it.

“They're healed enough,” he points out, “Just let me see them.”

Your eyes quickly dart around, making sure that no one is watching. The beach stretches out quite far so the majority of the people were situated towards the middle with you and Adrien being in a more empty area.

You don't fight it, you just look away as he pulls up the shirt to your chin. The cool ocean breeze hits your bare chest, pulling out a view shivers from you. Adrien has seen your scars, multiple times but its always a surprise to see how his eyes soften and how he caresses them so delicately.

“Y'know people won't care if you just swim shirtless, you're a dude it doesn't matter,” He's leaning his head over to kiss your scars in which you push his face away. He laughs and moves his hands back down to rest on your lower stomach.

“You should get out of here before anyone sees you talking with me,” You manage to breathe out, moving your hand to his, attempting to pry them off your exposed skin. Being in such an open area with all your classmates undoubtedly gets you anxious, especially considering how long you've kept your relationship with Adrien a secret.

“Why? People can't handle me spending time with my boyfriend?” It just rolls off his tongue the way he claims you're his — even when you're not.

You're about to retaliate, about to shout whatever insult that comes to mind but you feel his hand move down to cup your crotch. Your body jerks at the touch and you shoot him a glare but he returns it with a sly smile.

“You're not my boyfriend,” you manage to force the words out your throat.

“Yeah but can any guy make you feel like this?” His fingers dig into the fabric of your shorts, pushing pressure onto your cunt. You can't help the curses that flow from your lips and the fact that you're arching your back into his hands.

“They don't know how to treat you right, only I can,” You can hear the jealousy drip off his tone like honey on a stick: thick and sickly sweet.

His fingers are brought back up and now he's pulling at your waistband, dipping his fingers underneath your shorts. His hand just glides over the smooth expanse of your pelvis, dipping down to your sweet, slick sex. Adrien starts by parting your folds with his index and his ring finger, skimming his middle over your fluttering hole.

You're so wet he can hear every movement his finger makes on you.

His thumb finds your clit, pushing the tip of it against that bundle of nerves. He's massaging circles on it, punching out a loud whine from your throat.

“Shit cutie, you're sensitive there?” He laughs, moving his hand lower so he could press his palm against it. Your little mewls and the way you grip onto the side of the chair so tightly makes Adrien want to rip your clothes off and fuck the daylights out of you, but he can't, he'll get caught almost instantly.

His fingers finally meet your hole, pushing in one finger slowly. You gasp, hips rolling up to grind your clit against his palm as he stuffs his finger into you. Adrien laughs again like he's having fun drawing all these reactions out of you.

Your warm, gummy walls hug his finger so snugly he has to slip in another one just to loosen you up a bit. He groans, driving his middle and ring finger into you. Everytime he pulls them back and slams them in your legs tremble and that obscene wet noise rings through his head like the aftermath of a drug.

“You like that prez? Such a good boy f'me aren't you?” Adrien bites his own, chapped lips, repeatedly ramming his fingers into you, watching as you laid your head back and let the moans spill out from your parted lips. The moment he starts curling his fingers up your body tenses and you absent-mindedly grab onto his forearm.

You're seeing stars with the way he's hitting your G-spot every single time he drives his fingers deeper into you.

“Fuck— ah– Adrien,” You cry out, moving your hand down to push down on his, encouraging him to put more pressure on your pussy. He gladly obliges, moving his fingers faster and pushing his palm against your clit with more force than before.

The familiar feeling of a knot wells up in the pit of your stomach and you know you're about to cum.

“C'mon, that's it.” Adrien can tell you're close from the quivering of your knees and the way sweat trickles down your forehead. He kisses the salt away before groaning as he feels his fingers get soaked from your orgasm.

He pumps his fingers slowly, letting you ride out your high before stopping completely.

“Shit, let me eat you out next tim—”

“Stop talking.”

doctors note ; hope i did alright for my first time writing for ftm reader T T

[nicksolemnlyswears]

COMFORT ME, STAY WITH ME

pairing: aegon targaryen x targaryen!reader

word count: ~1.6k

warnings: spoilers for s2e2 of HoTD, mentions of murder and death of a child, surprisingly i thinks there isn't any cursing or smut, maybe next time ;) just good old sad aegon

a/n: this is my first time ever writing for HoTD or GoT for that matter. please be kind to me. i tried to use appropriate wording for the time period. i'm somewhat successful but i have work ahead of me to become a pro.

i felt so enraged when alicent walked out on her grieving son to go fuck around with cole. what the fuck is your problem? i always gave her the benefit of the doubt but this episode just proves what a terrible mother she is. i figured the only person fit to comfort my baby boy aegon is someone raised by rhaenyras gentle heart.

lowkey want to make a throuple out of reader, aegon, and helaena. readers gonna be a little psychologist lol. she'd hold their hands and force them to kumbaya haha but obviously they'd be like this cant work without you. maybe they'll follow aegon the conqueror and have her as a second wife but idk would anyone be interested in that? i'm rambling. enjoy!

Helaena’s Turn

STAY WITH US

The cold stone of the Red Keep kept you company as you strode through its halls. The breeze of the night offered you comfort and aided your mind to forget the terrible events that have plagued the Keep.

And yet, despite your energies being depleted, you can't seem to find rest. Loss weighs you down and spirals you into a depth of overbearing thoughts, making sleep a mere idea.

The Red Keep, the place you once called home, has become your prison. For weeks, you were not allowed out of your chambers, and for a short time afterward, a guard followed you wherever you went.

It has all changed, though. The death of the King's son has diverted all of the guard's forces to find the culprit. The priority is to search for the monster that gruesomely and cruelly decapitated a child while he slept rather than to watch over a harmless Princess who is simply not on their side.

As a result, you're now free to roam the castle, granted there are eyes all around. You wouldn't be able to step foot outside the castle if you tried, and any suspicious activity would immediately be reported to the Hand of the King.

For an unknown reason, your feet guide you to the King's chambers, where indiscernible, muffled sounds come from. You look around and find that the guard meant to protect the King is absent. It's worrisome. You stand in the middle of the stone hallway, your hands clasped, as you make a decision.

While your loyalty lies with the Blacks, you cannot stand and watch more of your family be killed, including the Usurper. Daemon has always been 'kind' in mentioning that your gentle heart will cause your death. You'd argue it's an honorable way to go.

You slip through the ajar door quietly, getting closer to the sound. There is destruction across the room. The Old Valyria model your grandfather worked on for most of his life is scattered on the floor, beyond salvation. Goblets and spilled wine, thrown in a fit of rage, decorate the walls.

It is only when a sharp gasp and a shuddering breath echo around the room that you recognize the sounds you heard outside. They are cries.

You release a breath of relief. No one is in danger, although it does not signify someone is not hurting. You peak further into the room and debate on your next course of action. If the mess inside the chambers and the lack of guards mean anything, it's that the King would like to be alone.

But you know Aegon. You grew up with him. He's not one to reach out for help until it's too late. You make a haste decision. Aegon will not grieve alone tonight.

You know what that's like. Your brother, Lucerys, was murdered not too long ago, and you had no choice but to mourn alone. The Hand of the King locked you in your chambers, afraid your temper would lead you to do something drastic. It's the most horrid thing you've ever endured.

How you wished for Rhaenyra, or anyone for that matter, to hold you while you cried. A maid would've sufficed, but no one was allowed entry into your chambers.

Aegon sits by the fireplace, his head hung low, as he cries for his dead son. It might not have looked like it, but Aegon deeply cared for the boy. He wished to be better than his father ever was, and he was succeeding.

Until two days ago.

You've witnessed firsthand the blanket of sorrow that has covered the Red Keep, spent many hours by Haelena's side, offering her your shoulder, and never realized the King would need the same.

Why is Aegon alone? He should not have to go through this by himself. You expected he would have surrounded himself with his men and countless bottles of wine or sought refuge in Helaena's arms since they shared the same grief.

A heartbreaking cry snaps you out of your thoughts—his whole body trembles from loss. Aegon gasps for air to aid his burning lungs, yet he can't control the tears that track down his cheeks and the raking breaths that course through his body and limit his breathing.

He does not know what to make of himself. His fingers shake as he fumbles with the ring on his finger—the one with the dragon crest. Aegon doesn't know what to make of himself. He's never endured this sort of loss.

His sobs are the ones of a man who lost a part of himself. Jaehaerys, his legacy, has gone too soon. Aegon spent time with the boy the morning before his death, doting on him like Viserys never did to him.

He's so lost in his grief that Aegon doesn't hear when you stumble upon a piece of cast from the model. Being careful with your steps, you reach Aegon's side and place a hand on his shoulder.

Alarmed, he turns to face the person who disturbs him, only to find you—you who have been keeping the Hightower siblings together despite belonging to the other side.

"Leave me be," he sniffs, staring back into the fire. He wonders if that's how his son's pyre looked earlier that day.

You kneel on the floor, settling between his legs to cup his cheeks in your palms. Wide, glossy lilac eyes stare back as they fill with more tears.

As his tears fall, you wipe them away. It's enough to make Aegon crumble in your arms, releasing louder cries and questions that will forever remain unanswered.

It's so easy to let go when you know someone is there to catch you.

Aegon fists your dress like a child would to its mother. You rub his back soothingly, holding him as tightly as you're able. You press a kiss to the side of his head, whispering calming words.

Aegon never wanted to be king, yet the moment he tries to fulfill his duty the moment he tries to be a proper king, he is rewarded by his son being brutally taken from him.

It's not a fair world. The Gods have never been kind to him, and he's afraid he'll only ever live a life of torment.

Now, more than ever, he doesn't want to be King. It is a mere reminder of how heavy the crown truly is. It's a shackle meant to keep him in place while others act upon his name while he pays for the consequences.

"Jaehaerys was a bright soul. I am sorry this has happened. You should've never had to experience this pain," you whisper in his ear. No parent should experience the death of their child. It is a sad reality the Targaryens have experienced all too well.

Aegon nods in agreement, and only when he's calm enough to speak does he tear himself away from your embrace. He instantly misses your warmth and the smell of roses in your hair.

"Why are you comforting me when you should be celebrating my demise?" His waterline is stained red, just like the tip of his nose, and he's never looked more innocent than in that moment.

You tilt your head sadly, that same emotion reflected in your eyes. "I do not celebrate the loss of innocents, especially one that has gone too soon. I also do not particularly like the notion of someone I hold dear grieving alone."

"You did," he sniffs. He remembers hearing your cries that night; the whole Red Keep could. You cried and screamed the entire night until you fell asleep from exhaustion and starvation.

Otto prohibited them from coming to you. Haelena tried, but he dismissed the idea with the false notion that you'd hurt her in your grief. Otto confuses you with your parentage. Unlike them, you're kind and gentle and wouldn't dare hurt anyone.

"Which is how I know I would never wish it upon my worst enemy." You brush your fingers through his blonde hair, tucking the messy strands behind his ears.

"Is that what I am to you? An enemy?" He asks, disgruntled.

"No," you answer immediately, your hands coming down to rest upon his chest. His breathing has calmed since you first saw him. "At least, not yet."

His lilac eyes bore into hers in search of the truth; shyly, you hold onto his gaze with nothing to hide except your intentions to help. Sighing, he closes his eyes and bumps his forehead against yours. Aegon will take what he can get. There's seemingly no one else to help him deal with his emotions.

"Stay," he pleads, holding onto the hand that's placed on his chest. This is the most at peace he's felt in a while. He wishes to savor it for a moment longer.

"For as long as you need, my King," you reply, closing your eyes.

"Aegon," he says. He refuses to be reminded of what lies outside his bed chambers. For just a moment, he wishes to simply be Aegon.

"Aegon," you respond, correcting yourself. He squeezes your hand appreciatively, tucking your head on his neck.

He keeps you in his arms until late hours in the night, recounting memories he shared with Jaehaerys. The pain is real and raw, and he won't be well for a long time, but for this night, Aegon will seek solace in your embrace, where he knows he won't be judged or be seen as a burden.

In your arms, he's not Aegon' the Magnanimous.' He's not seen as careless or reckless or the lesser child of Alicent Hightower.

He's Aegon.

helaena’s part has been posted! HELAENA’S TURN

Final part! STAY WITH US

that’s it! it’s sweet and short. i just wanted to have someone comfort aegon like he deserves. during that scene i wished i could jump into t he screen and hug him. it’s all so tragic.

i wish i could do the same with haelena. my girl needs to be coddled. fuck alicent. fuck otto. most importantly fuck criston cole.

if you enjoyed this one shot please don’t forget to like or comment and if you want more of it feel free to let me know! i don’t bite (unless you want me to)!

[gay-dorito-dust]

hi!! i’ve been searching high and low for fanfic since seeing deadpool and wolverine LOL so i was wondering if you could do either head canons or a small fic (whichever you prefer) about deadpool x reader x wolverine? either a poly relationship or both of them trying to compete and woo reader? maybe it could take place during the movie events? tysm!

Your relationship with Wade and Logan oftentimes consisted of them trying to hog your for themselves, which leads to the other getting jealous and or upset, so much so to the point where they’ll end up squabbling over you preferred more.

This is not new as the pair seemingly have something against sharing but overtime it does get better and they’re less likely to fight over you and who gets your attention.

They’ve even had it scheduled out at one point but that didn’t last as either Wade or Logan would accuse the other of prolonging their time with you to the point it was intersecting with the other pre established times slots.

Logan: Oi scrotum face! You’ve been hogging them five minutes more than established!

Wade, acting coy as he clings onto you; oh am I? I’m pretty sure my cuddle session was 11:30 until 12:30pm-

Logan: it’s 12:35 dickhead!

Wade: *gasps* oh my gosh you’re right! I guess time must’ve slipped my mind when cuddling my pookie here *boops you on the nose*

Logan: *not too impressed*

When they’re not at each other’s throats over who you love more, they’re wooing you as though you’re not already fucking dating the pair of them. Particularly Wade more so than Logan. 💀

You’d find Wade draped across your bed with a rose held between in his hands, buck naked and with nothing but a pillow to cover his dick or ‘the surprise’ he calls it.

‘You can peg me tonight.’ ;) - Wade

‘I am so honoured, ass up baby girl.’ - you (probably)

Logan isn’t use to soft touches of love, he really isn’t and so if you were to ever kiss the places where his wounds once were before they healed, he’d melt. His smile is soft as he silently watched you kiss the knuckles, completely unafraid of his claws popping out and or caressing the calluses on his palms. At long last his soul was at ease, his mind was quiet as all Logan could focus on was you being tender and soft with him as though he hadn’t lived through the past 200 years of pain, trauma and suffering.

You treated him like he was just Logan Howlett and nothing more, not wolverine, not weapon X, just Logan and only Logan for that’s who the man sitting next to you was. You helped numb the pain whilst holding his hand through the nights were he awakes breathless and his claws out and ready.

Logan panics if he were to see that he accidentally nicked you with his claws during his nightmares, for hurting you was the last thing he ever wanted to do, and would try to push you away whenever you tried to get closer to him. He has hurt you and he shouldn’t be worthy of your comfort when all he could see was the really small nick on your arm.

‘Logan-‘

‘Don’t. I hurt you.’

‘It’s only a small cut, I’m fine Logan please.’

‘No! What if next time I cut you badly?’

Your heart broke whenever he got like this, so naturally you had to force yourself into his arms and make him come to terms with the fact that he would never hurt your willingly and grab ahold of his face, resting your foreheads together as you told him to focus on you and your breathing; showing him that you were alive and well.

Wade might as well have whined when you kissed his skin where wounds should’ve been before they healed. They’re his favourite moments between the two of you and would even imitate it back to you, but without the wounds, so it’s just him kissing your skin wherever whenever. He might even blow raspberries to keep the spirit of your somewhat goofy relationship alive and well.

Wade has photos of your dates, movie nights and such kept in somewhere in his room, whether that he a box or album, he has them and will look at them and smile because he’s a sap for making memories that’ll live forever much like him. He cares deeply about you and would even keep tokens or other random things as mementos too.

Some are more weirder than others.

‘This was a ticket when we went to the arcade.’

‘Oh this is that stick we both said looks like a penis when we took Dogpool to the dog park.’

‘This was the bandaid that you tried to use to cover my wounds before you found out either of me or wolvie could heal-‘

Logan and Wade don’t like to share, that we already know, but if someone who wasn’t aware of your polyamorous relationship with the two and decided to shoot their shot, they’d know first hand how much these men don’t play with you as Wade verbally beats them down with his crude sense of humour and Logan hovers over you, glaring as the poor person until they’ve ran away with their tail between their legs.

Remy?

Logan would growl and glare at the man while keeping a possessive hand on your waist, tugging you to his side to show that you were taken, or even have you wear his jacket to further get the point across to Remy.

Wade would just make a big joke out of it all the while having his hand in your back pocket. ‘You cant have our pookie, go get your own magic mike.’

Also when it comes to cuddling at night your either between Wade and Logan or Logan is in between you and Wade, or Wade is in between you and Logan. It changes now and then but when you’re in the middle of them both, it’s the safest you’ll ever be in your entire life, nothing can get to you and you can rest easily knowing that you’ve got two men who’d do anything to keep you safe and secure.

[fire-starterdylan]

One thing he was grateful for, in a fucked up way, was that he really couldn’t see or hear anything.  Once he tried to shake the blindfold off, pressing his face into his shoulder and hoping for the best, but a guard caught him doing it and forced it back on his face - not without a sucker punch to the gut.  But maybe it was a blessing that he couldn’t see it all, that he was tuned out from everything.  The suspense and surprise of it all was killing him, knowing any second could be pain, causing him to be stiff and braced, at the ready for anything.   @brightwood-duchess​

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Summers In Pandora 🌸 Day 5 - Jealousy 

Paring: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Summary: Neteyam wants your attention but you’re too busy giving it to someone else

Warnings: MDNI 18+, established relationship, jealous neteyam, rough sex, explicit language, orals (f receiving), p in v, neteyam getting mad he keeps getting interrupted,

Word Count: 2.5k

Index: kelku - house, sevin - pretty

Disclaimer: All my characters are aged-up! If this makes you uncomfortable feel free to scroll and don’t read!

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“Baby come on, just the tip” Neteyam’s hands roamed your body as your stood in front of the mirror of your kelku fixing your top while you get ready for your daily clan duties. Neteyam should always be getting ready but he seems to rather rut against your ass begging to fuck because he woke up with a ranging boner.  

“Nete, we have to leave I’m gonna be late for class.” you loved your job in the clan, it mainly consisted of teaching young healers but you like to help out wherever you can. You and Neteyam have been in a relationship for the pass 3 years, you both just turned 19 so you thought it was bit immature to mate so soon. Even thought you were not opposed to the idea; both your parents told you to wait until you turned 21.  

It has been about a year now you and Neteyam moved in together and it has been wonderful, you never realized before how horny he is until you started living together, not that you’re complaining. He is so active during the day and still he tries to fuck you every chance he gets. “Baby please I won’t take long” his hands squeezed the skin on your waist as he kissed your neck trying to convince you to get naked with him.  

You almost gave in before you head a knock on the wood next to your kelku doorway flap. “y/n are you ready? We're gonna be late” you heard Neteyam hiss at the voice on the other side of the tent. One of your newer students has taken it upon himself to follow you around like a tail. Which often meant he walked you to the healer's hut and back every day.    

Neteyam hated every part of it, why is this boy walking you around like you don’t have a man to do it for you. He doesn’t like it one bit. Neteyam was so tired of him showing up at your shared kelku as if he doesn't know Neteyam also lives there. He let go of you and threw on his towel on hastily around his hips matching towards the entrance flap, neteyam swings it open coming face to face with the man himself. “Why do you keep coming here? Can’t you give her space and wait until she gets to the fucking healers hut then see her? I am very much capable of walking my woman to and from her working station boy.”  

“When she tells me to leave her alone then I will until then you can’t tell me what to do” he sounded like a spoiled child. 

“Boy don’t make me pull rank on you, that is my wife-” 

“Girlfriend, that's your girlfriend. I still have a shot” 

Neteyam was about to knock him on his ass when you ran out of the kelku towards him, “Neteyam no, don’t hurt him he’s harmless” 

“Harmless? You call this harmless? He's basically a stalker.” Neteyam tries to walk around you but you place your hands on his chest, “No no stop baby come on, I have to go I’ll come by and see you a little later, ok? Go get ready for training” every pause in your sentence you kissed his both cheeks so he would calm down. With a sigh you know he was going to let you go.  

Neteyam wrapped his arm around you and kissed you deeply on the lips, he tilted his head sticking his tongue in your mouth as if her was stacking claim in front of the other man, you melt into him so easily, you always loved it when he kissed you, when he did anything to you.  

You pull away from and breath and gave him one last peck before saying goodbye for the day, you send him a sweet smile as you walked away with the boy trailing behind you like a puppy. Neteyam watch you walk your perfect figure away from him, sighing before walking back into the hut to get ready for the day. 

“Seriously you need to stop doing that, I’m not gonna be there to save you one day and Neteyam will knock you on your ass with his little finger.” you express to the boy. His ears pinned back as he nodding to your words, he never intended to make up upset, but seeing you with another man just makes him angry. 

“I’m sorry...” he said in a small voice, “It’s fine but you need to watch your behavior around him, it’s bad enough as it is” you told him as you walk into the healer's hut to start your lesson. After it was over you make your way to the training grounds to see Neteyam. 

When you get there, you watch him spar with another warrior and you say hi to his father and his brother, “Hey Mr. Sully, Lo’ak how’s it going?” they turn towards you and greet your back, “y/n how many times have I told you that you can call me Jake, or dad. You're my daughter in law.” 

“Oh, not yet dad, he has competition now” Lo’ak raised his eyebrows at you making jake raise a questioning eyebrow you. You turn back to look at your future mate sparring with the other warrior, “What did you hear?” you asked Lo’ak. “I hear that Neteyam is deeply frustrated about the puppy dog that follows you around.” his comment made you laugh.  

“Lo’ak please, I don’t want anyone but Neteyam he has no competition.” you turn your head to admire you boyfriend’s godly figure. “Why don’t you just tell him to leave you alone?” Jake asked, “Well dad, I don’t want to hurt his feelings, or make it weird he is one of mt students, I’d hate to have to teach someone who resents me” you sigh and Jake nodded. 

“I mean, I can see where he’s annoyed even now, I hate it when my wife has to associate herself with other men” Jake told you. “Oh, so he got the jealousy from you?” you laugh then Neteyam walked up to you three, “hi baby” he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you close and kiss you. “Hello bro, we aren’t also standing right here”  

“Shut up Lo’ak, so baby lesson’s over? Wanna go home and have lunch?” he asked you. “Sure, let’s go” you held his hand as he led the way to your shared kelku. He walked in behind you closing the flap and pulling you close to by your waist and kissing you, “Neteyam hm, I thought we were having lunch” you said in between kisses. Neteyam picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his slim waist, “yea baby I’m gonna eat”  

He laid you down on the hammock that sat in your common area, he didn’t want to wait to make it to your bed. Neteyam got down on the floor between your legs and pushed your loincloth up taking in the view of your pussy. You had a blush on your face looking down at him between your legs and without warning he just buried his head into your pussy flicking your clit with his tongue. 

Neteyam slid his tongue up your folds while he ran his hands up your body under your top toying with your nipples. The sensation drives you mad and you throw your head back with a moan of his name, “fuck nete-” he sucked on your clit in the way he knows you like it, “yea sevin, you taste so good” Neteyam laps up all your juices, flicking on your clit you were so close to coming when your kelku flap burst open. 

“Y/n? Are you here? Tsahik said she needs yo-” your puppy dog says as he walks in seeing Neteyam’s head dipped between your thighs. You scramble to pull the throw blanket over your legs and Neteyam’s head hiding him from view. Neteyam slide out from under the blanket menacingly, he turned his head to the boy standing at his kelku entrance. “I’m giving you one second, run away or I will hurt you.”  

Neteyam’s lips glistened with your juices even while he spoke to the boy and sent him running away from your kelku. When neteyam turned back to you, you had the blanket up to your nose and you were crouched up under it looking at Neteyam. He was pissed he had enough if this situation, for weeks you have been saying that puppy dog was harmless but it seems you were wrong. Neteyam had no idea he was so comfortable barging into your kelku. How often does he do that? 

“Baby, was that the first time he came in like that?” you hesitated before shaking your head ‘no’. “He did it before, while you were training, but I promised nothing happened.” Neteyam straighten his back and gritted his teeth, “It doesn’t matter if nothing happened when did he get so fucking comfortable to burst in here like that? And only when I’m not around, I bet he thought I wasn’t here when he did it.” you shrug your shoulders not knowing if talking would make the situation better or worse. Truthfully you didn’t know what brought on his behavior, but you didn’t want Neteyam to get upset so you never told him. “And you didn’t think to tell him to stop coming into your private space?”  

You heard it in his voice, he was pissed about this, he had every reason to be as well, “why didn’t you tell me?”  

“I didn’t want you to get upset”  

“Fuck Y/n did he ever see you in any kind of intimate positions when he bargained in?” his voice was strained but you decided not to lie. “Uhm well, not really, the first time I was making lunch for when you would come home to eat and I wearing that robe you made for me, the silky one. After that he kept coming back every couple days, he never ventured in he stayed by the doorway.”  

Neteyam rubbed his hand over his face, you liked that robe, ever since he made it for you, you loved to wearing it, but you usually did so without any clothes underneath, and Neteyam loved coming home to his naked girlfriend only covered in the thin piece of silk. He thought your nipples looked so cute against the cool fabric, the way they printed out sent him mad. 

It wasn’t your fault, you didn’t know you were accidently flashing the boy, it was his fault so not respecting your space but he’ll teach him a lesson right after he does you. For keep secrets. Neteyam ripped the blanket off your body and stood up tossing it to the side, he took a step back and ordered you, “stand you, strip”  

He watched you get up and strip off your clothes for him. Your hands moved to cross over your chest but he stopped your quickly placing his hands on your wrist and pulling them apart, “no don’t hide these from me.” Neteyam walked up to you and places his hands on your tits playing with them and he brought his mouth to yours kissing you. 

You whimper into his mouth as he kneads the flesh of your tits, he tugs at your nipples making them hard and sensitive. You thought he might take you to the bedroom but instead he picked you up and sat on the hammock seating you in his lap. Neteyam didn’t break the kiss though, his hands move down your body touching everything he can.  

He always was such a passionate lover; always make you feel loved when he touched you. “Neteyam-”  

“Shh baby, I’m tired of being interrupted, I want some time with you, need to show everyone who you really belong too” his lips moved down to your neck sucking on your skin, he leaves deep purple marks and pulls away to admire his work every time before moving on and making another one. He kissed you down sucking on tits flicking his tongue on your nipple.  

You squirm in his lap and thread your hands through his braids keeping him close to you, Neteyam takes one of your hands out of his hair and brings it down to his cock, you didn’t even realize when he took off his loincloth. You gripped his thick cock squeezing it before bringing your other hand down to stroke it with both hands. Neteyam whimpers feeling your soft palm on his cock. 

He moved away from your nipples and back up to kiss your lips twirling his tongue around yours. He pulled away from the kiss but his lips still touched yours as he said, “spit on it”  

You tilt your head down spitting on his cock rubbing your slit over his length. Neteyam lifted your hips up and over his cock lining you up before he slowly lowered you down on his length. Your jaw was slack as you looked down at him but he wasn’t looking at you, he was looking down at his cock disappearing inside your cunt. “Always so tight baby” 

His eyes dart back up to your face when you bottom out and moan, he gives you a minute to adjust before he is lifting your hips up and down on him. Neteyam loved watching you on top, it’s probably one of his favorite positions. He loved watching your tits bounce in his face. Neteyam quicken his pace bouncing you faster on him listening to the way your moans got louder and the way you stuttered out those pretty ahs for him.  

“Listen baby, you listening?” he said as he sets a pace for you. “You. Will. Not. See. Him. Again. Do I make myself clear?” Neteyam said every word each time bouncing you in his cock. You clenched down on him at his words, you always did love it when he got possessive for you. 

“Oh-okk, ok” you chanted. “Let me hear you say it you’re not gonna what?” 

“Not. Gonna. See. Him” you stutter out on his cock. Neteyam smiled at your submissive nature knowing you’d never get like this for anyone but him, “good fucking girl.” Just then he saw a figure outside his doorway flap, someone was peeking through. He recognized the boy immediately and decided to have a little fun with it.  

“Oh Eywa fuck, fuck yea” you moan getting close to your orgasm making Neteyam smile watching you lose yourself on him.  

“Tell me baby, who owns you?” he smiles up at you even though you weren’t really in your right mind. “Yours-you Neteyam!” you screamed his name while cuming hard on his cock gushing your juices on his thighs. “One more time baby say it again who owns you?” he said, his voice was strained he was getting close too. “You Nete- you!” you mewl in overstimulation as he cums deep in you. Your jaw went slack once more as he held you down on him to take him seed, he drops his head on your shoulder kissing your neck as his dick pumps cum inside you. You felt him twitch when he bites down on your neck softly feeling the way you clenched down on him.  

With his tongue on your neck, he looks over your shoulder and saw the boy was gone. He really hopes he got his point across this time as he plays with the end of your tail that’s wrapped around his forearm.

🌸 I hope you all enjoyed reading! I have tons of fun with this one! If you didn’t know before I’m a Neteyam girl at heart!

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