#dare i say...best birthday of my adult life?

[smalleevee]

had a really good day and ate delicious food and got insanely wonderful gifts and laughed with my friends if you even care

it's my birthday this is me if you even care

[sanguineterrain]

okay i've had this thought brewing for a while and i think you're the only writer who would do it justice!

reader meets jason again post-lazarus pit and he's amazed by how different reader is look-wise. reader was a teenager the last time they saw jason and now as an adult they've gotten a more "adult" body. reader is curvier, fleshier, no longer as lean as they were as a teen and is a bit self conscious about their body. but it drives jason wild to see his old crush all grown up into this mature body, hell he's changed a lot too. but yeah i feel like jason would be so body positive and full of praise 🩷

decided to combine this with a request i got for this prompt: 8) we share the bed because this is what we’ve done since we were kids, regardless of the adult implications now. i so agree with you anon, i think jason would be simultaneously body positive and absolutely FERAL for his old/current crush ;)

jason todd x gn!plus-sized!reader. reader used to work with the bats and is best friends with jayjay. reader is insecure and speaks poorly about their body. jason does NOT like that and desires you carnally! wahoo! suggestive content but no outright smut.

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You haven't been in Jason's room in five years.

Alfred's kept it pretty much the same. Same books on the shelves, same Gotham Knights sweatshirt Dick gave Jason for his birthday. The curtains are the same shade of maroon, and the left one has a tear from when you played with a batarang. Jason had covered for you and was grounded for a week.

You flip through a dog-eared copy of The Three Musketeers. A few of the pages have underlining in pencil. You trace them with your finger.

The door creaks open. You look up.

Jason freezes in the threshold. His wrist is bandaged and you can see stitches on his forehead. You frown.

"Hey." You set down the book and go to him, offering your shoulder for him to lean on. "You okay?"

Jason sighs, ignoring your shoulder. "Who called you?"

"What d'you mean? We're psychically linked, Jay-Jay. I sensed that there was trouble afoot in Gotham City."

"Uh-huh. That didn't work when you tried to convince the old man I needed a puppy because you psychically divined that it knew me in a previous life."

"You and that Terrier were soulmates and I'll hear nothing of the contrary."

You take Jason's arm, despite his protests that he can make it two feet to the bed. He lays down, trying to hide how his arm twinges in pain. You frown and slip in beside him.

Jason's a lot bigger than he was the last time you shared a bed. Well. You both are. You roll over so you're facing him, squished against his side. You pull your leg up, suddenly self-conscious about everything Jason might be able to see.

Jason is warm. He's warm and big and solid and good God, you've missed him.

Your best friend is also fucking gorgeous and you really want to kiss him, but, uh. Ignoring that. You're very practiced at ignoring the urge to kiss Jason.

"Thanks for comin'."

The light is still on, casting a soft orange glow across Jason's features. He glances at you, lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. You can count all the freckles on his nose, this close.

"I'll always come when you call, Jay," you say. "Well, when Dickie calls. Said you got a concussion."

He turns his head, sighing at the ceiling. "'S not a big deal. Mild concussion. Leslie said I'll be fine in a week, but we all know that's code for two days."

"Yeah, I don't think so. You bats really are birds of a feather."

"How dare you. 'M nothing like those wackos."

"Sure, buddy. Keep lying to yourself. You brought me in all those years ago for a little normalcy."

"My mistake," Jason says.

He gets thwacked with a pillow for that. It fluffs his curls. He grins at you.

You tuck in closer, resting your chin on his shoulder. Jason turns his head so his cheek rests on the top of your head.

"You can have the bed," he says.

"Don't be a silly goose."

"'M gonna go home anyway."

You scoff. "Not like this, you're not."

"Been worse for wear."

You roll your eyes. "How are you gonna ride your bike with a hurt wrist and a concussion, genius?"

"Please, babe. The real question is how will I sneak past Alfred?"

"I'm a babe, now?"

Jason half-smiles. "Always were."

"Liar. Can you imagine me in a Batsuit again? Exactly, you can't. I simply don't have the bod for it."

"Hey." Jason reaches down and gently pinches your thigh. "Why ya doin' that?"

"Doing what?"

"Talkin' bad about yourself. Don't do that. 'Sides, it ain't true."

"Jaybird." You level him with a look. "Be serious. I know you're my best friend and you have to say that, but c'mon. I've seen the hotties you work with. Hell, I've seen Bruce and Dickie."

Jason's face twists in disgust. "Do not call my dad and brother hot."

"Okay, fine. I've seen you."

His brows rise. "What?"

"What, what?"

"Are you... callin' me..."

You snort. "Duh. Have you seen yourself? You've always been cute, Jason. If you didn't have the demeanor of a honey badger, you'd be fending off marriage proposals left and right from the Gotham public. You've always been the prettier one of us, Jay-Jay."

Jason's quiet. You keep going.

"Anyway, neon's never been my color, and it seems like that's a pretty immovable requirement these days. Like, I get Clark's trying to be seen from space but he doesn't get bloated. And the Spandex? Goodness gracious—"

"Y'really see yourself like that?"

Jason's staring at you with a wrinkled brow, mouth set.

"Like what?"

"Like you're not pretty? Like I'm too good for ya?"

You prop your head up on your arm. "You've always been too good for me, Jason Todd."

"That's just not true. And you're fuckin' beautiful, so stop sayin' that shit."

You blink. "Jay, c'mon—"

"No. It's true, so stop. You're the most beautiful person I've ever had the pleasure to know, and if anybody's gettin' proposed to, it's you."

"Jason." Your face is on fire. Why did you open your mouth? "Stop. It's fine. So I'm different; my body's changed and shit. I'm not an athletic vigilante anymore. My thighs have, like, their own zip code. It's my own fault. I didn't keep up the training and whaa—!"

In one fluid motion, Jason's rolled you onto him. Your legs straddle his waist. You catch yourself on his shoulders, then begin to scramble off, burning with embarrassment.

"Sorry, I'm heavy, you're injured—" you babble, picking up your leg.

"Will you quit?" Jason keeps your leg exactly where it is, tenderly stroking your ankle with his thumb. "Actin' like I'm made of whipped cream."

"You're concussed."

"Mildly."

"Stop, Jason. Please. You don't have to do this to-to prove a point. I get it, I won't talk bad about myself."

Bit hypocritical, considering some of the stuff you know for a fact Jason believes about himself.

But this is humiliating, your extremely attractive, crime-fighting best friend pretending that you haven't totally let yourself go all to bolster your ego.

"Nah, I don't think you get it," Jason says conversationally. His hand creeps under your shirt. You squirm. "I really, really don't think you get how fuckin' gone I am for ya."

"Huh?"

"Oh, yeah. Now, that's my fault, never sayin' anything. I was being cowardly. So lemme make it clear for ya, sweetheart."

His hand leaves your ankle and pulls your face to his. And then Jason kisses you.

"You're concussed," you whimper against his mouth. "Jason, you're—"

Jason laughs, low and sweet. He strokes the side of your face. "I could have amnesia and I wouldn't forget the fact that I've been in love with my best friend since I was fourteen."

"Are you sure you don't want me to move? I can—"

"No way. Y'know how long I've wanted you on me? Shit, I sound like a creep, thinking 'bout you like that, but—"

Jason rolls you both onto your sides. He hefts your leg over his, so you're slotted between each other. Then he kisses your neck, mouth hot and desperate. You gasp, belly swooping.

How long have you wanted this? How long did you believe you'd never feel this way about another person after Jason?

"I can promise you," Jason says, breathing hard against your skin. "You're a knockout. You knock me out. And I'll knock out anyone who says otherwise."

You huff and get a little braver, kissing Jason and returning him onto his back. He grins, sharp and hungry. He wants you. There's no doubt.

"I still think you're concussed," you murmur, letting him feel up your shirt. "But lucky for you, I have the utmost sympathy for poor, bedridden bats."

Jason hums, grunting when your teeth scrape his ear. "Oh, I've always known I was the lucky one, having you."

[onlyseokmins]

show and tell • l.s.m.

Pairing: lee seokmin x afab!reader Genres: smut (minors dni!), best friends/idiots to lovers!au Warnings: swearing, lotssss of teasing/switch dynamics, tickling, reader is obsessed w/ seokmin's body, they're idiots your honor and they're a lil bit in L-word 🤮, mingyu thrown under the bus as always, ONE BAD PUN BC I THINK I'M FUNNY, sex is as silly as me, BIG COCK SEOK 🗣️ like he's fucking huge okay, oral (both rec. kind of), attempt at 69 but seok's a menace the entire time, fingering, CRYING/TEARS, possession, biting, marking, multiple orgasms, squirting, lil bit of cumplay ig?, mentions of prev partners, overstim... i think that's it lmk if i missed smth 🥵😰 WC: 6.5k A/N: um so this is the most self-indulgent thing i dared to post you're WELCOME i shall now go die in a hole to never be seen ever again... happy belated birthday to the loml ugh ty to all the frens that let me sob in their dms and to @onlymingyus for helping me with a damn title 💖

The commonly shared belief among your friend group was that Seokmin is abnormally soft when it comes to you.

You thought they were full of shit. 

The bestest buddy in the world was also the softest ray of morning sunshine to ever exist in general. You could barely count on one hand the number of people he genuinely ever showed disdain towards or didn't get along with. All in all — it was extremely hilarious in your opinion because Seokmin's fluffy personality greatly contrasted with his lean, sharp physique. 

Ironically, the main reason you ended up in this position.

Just moments before, you were on his bed and caged between his arms. The dog tag necklace you'd gifted, engraved with his birth date and initials, swinging in the same rhythm that your heart rapidly beats with the small space separating your bodies. A sly grin raises the corners of his lips, the long fingers of his left-hand creeping up to trail lightly at your sides.

"I know you have abs."

Seokmin's hands fly up to wrap defensively around his body, though all in good jest. "You can't just ask a dude how many abs he has!"

"And you can't lie to me by saying you don't have any! Do you know how many of your dude-bros have blabbed about your crazy gym routine to me? Can you even guess how many girls bitched at me 'cause you weren't shirtless at my pool party? As if that's my fault?"

"But it's mine?"

"No, all I have to do is prove them wrong. So, show me the goods!"

You sucked at making up your mind — what to eat, what to wear, what to watch, what to do — okay, but who doesn't? It's something Seokmin was very familiar with, hence him always having to pick up wherever you left off. He also knows just as well that once you've settled on something, you'll see it through to the very end. Eventually. 

Which normally works out in his favor except in moments like now. So he resorts to a different preventative measure — tickling the decisiveness right out of you.

Like hell you'll let him do what he wants.

Maybe the whispers about him being soft for you were right. After all, it's to your utter benefit when you push at his shoulder. Only a bit unbalanced, he easily falls onto his side and you scramble to climb on top of him at record speed, one arm pinning Seokmin's wrists against the pillow beneath his head. 

Unfortunately, this looks like one of your 3,718,493,842 very bad choices in life. Once again, something you didn't think all the way through. Sure, you've bested Seokmin at light wrestling and play-fighting before — back when you were toddlers and all he did was cry.

Now, at adult ages, it seems like a horrible, terrible, very bad idea to have him beneath you. Your fingers play with the hem of his black t-shirt that's ridden up ever so slightly, unbearablely close to the leather band of his silver belt buckle. 

Seokmin's pupils are blown wide as he looks up at you with a strange, almost starry-eyed look of surprise. Black bangs flipped up across the dark gray of his blanket, silver chain askew shining against his collarbones, mouth slightly ajar.

Suddenly you're hyper-aware of sitting right on top of him, completely obliterating the distance between your bodies earlier, and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination from what you can feel nestled in between your legs. 

"Would it be inappropriate of me to take your shirt off right now?" you can't help but ask.

He laughs, all breathless and high-pitched like he does when he's nervous. "You're asking for permission?"

"Seokmin," you whine and shift your hips in protest without thinking. Another bad move. Oops. "I'm trying to be polite."

"You have me pinned to my bed with the intent to strip me and you're worried about being polite?"

"Oh, please, you could easily break free."

It's true. His wrists twitch a bit under your grasp, almost like he's attempting to do just that but you're faster once more. Or he's just letting you have your way with him. Whatever the case, your other hand firmly holds both of his down which only brings your faces closer together.

"Don't move."

"Okay," Seokmin agrees and licks his lips, "at least you know what consent means."

"Are you consenting?"

"Depends on what to."

"Me taking off your shirt."

"… Should I be flattered?"

"Very."

Brown eyes close, his brow furrowing. For a minute, you think you've accidentally taken things too far and are about to quickly apologize and backpedal before things backfire until his lips quirk up and Seokmin snorts.

"Never imagined you'd be stripping me like this."

You would agree because what the hell? All this for some abs? But the way he says it makes you pause.

"Have you imagined this before?"

Expecting him to panic or something, you're even more taken aback when he bites his lip like he's holding back more laughter. 

"And what if I have? You'll be offended even if I lie." 

You narrow your eyes challengingly while his sparkle. "Are you… flirting with me?" 

"That is not how I flirt but okay." 

"You're being weird. Weird weird. Like super-duper weird." 

"Says the one soaking my jeans, right now." 

You want to scream. Instead, you let out a scandalized gasp, eyes widening. The effort it takes to bolt away means you must release Seokmin. Something that doesn't even cross your mind with the shame heating up your cheeks, mortification setting off every sirening alarm in your nervous system.

Your first mistake.

Countless other mistakes will be made after this, but looking back — could they really be watered down to just a mistake after the end results? Why you're even so embarrassed in the first place is beyond you. And your best friend has zero intentions of letting you get away from him.

The minute Seokmin's hands are freed, one flies to keep your hips pressed against his while the other gently braces your back. Lifting his torso up with insane core strength he clearly was lying about not having, you have no choice but to wrap an arm instinctively around his neck like a koala. Your other hand curls into a fist, clinging against the fabric straining with the flex of his chest muscles while simultaneously attempting to push him back in a futile effort.

"Breathe," Seokmin murmurs in mild concern. His eyes crinkle as he smiles encouragingly. "Breathe for me, babe."

You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath. If you inched any closer forward, your nose would brush against his, and leaning too far back would end up with him on top of you again.

"This is all your fault, babe."

"You're the one that started this in the first place, babe."

"All I wanted was to see your abs," your voice drops to a pathetic whisper, "babe."

"All you had to do was ask, silly."

"I did!"

To your horror, he leans in even closer with a devious smirk so his nose brushes tenderly against yours. "For yourself. Not others."

"What… what are you playing at Seokmin?"

"It's like you misinterpret everything I do on purpose."

"I — "

"If you think I'm just playing around you're sorely mistaken."

A beat of silence. "Then what are you doing?"

"Nothing," he says innocently even though the hand on your back trails upwards and not-so-innocently unclasps the bra underneath your shirt. 

Your jaw drops. Of course, your modest top is still on and the shoulder straps keep your undergarment in place. Yet, you feel naked with the way Seokmin shamelessly ogles your covered chest and lets out a satisfied groan, pleased that you weren't wearing a sports bra. After all, it's not the first time he's done that for you — but it is under this strange context.

"Seokmin — "

"I'll do whatever you want me to do. Tell me." His voice is low, rougher than you've ever heard, causing tingles to shoot down your spine at the way he says your name. "I should take full responsibility for whatever happens."

His last sentence echoes over and over inside your head because yeah, what the hell is going to happen? — until you blurt out, "You find me attractive?"

Finally, Seokmin acts the way you expect and are familiar with, his shy demeanor coming out like sun rays peeking through overcast clouds. Bowing his head, forehead flopping on your shoulder, he admits defeat. 

"As if that's even a question, goofball."

"No way — there's no way! My bestie, you, find me, your bestie, like. Hot?"

"Look, I know it's cliché to fall for your friend and all that stupid shit," he grumbles, "but you don't have to sound so shocked. I already know thanks to Mingyu."

You freeze. "Know what?"

"… You're really going to make me say it?" he laughs in disbelief and shakes his head against your shoulder, causing your loose strap to slide down. "When my pride's already in tatters?"

Urging Seokmin to pick up his head and look at you, you face his brown eyes straight-on and cup his flushed cheek. "What did Mingyu say that crushed your pride?"

He sighs. "He told you I liked you before I ever got the chance to say it myself to you."

Your eyebrows raise. "He did?"

"Yeah. And I thought you just. Well. I don't know, I thought you were just ignoring it out of consideration or something. Obviously. Since you didn't say anything."

"… All 'cause I was pretty sure he blabbered about accidentally spilling the beans to you about me liking you."

The both of you pause, silently cursing poor Mingyu. He did mean well. Somehow.

"You're joking right," Seokmin whispers, "is this real?"

"What makes you think it's not."

"Because you've only ever returned my feelings in my dreams."

Your pride swells at that, wrapping your arms around his neck daringly. "Dream about me often?"

He falls backward on the bed, taking you down with him with your bodies pressed tightly together. You admire his handsome features with renewed thirst while he shuts his eyes, no longer forcing yourself to view him through the platonic lenses you'd kept on for so long.

Then his eyes flash back open and you flinch at the burning desire blazing within them. He's never looked at you like that, at least not directly and it ignites the equal yearning you feel for him like a match.

"Yeah," he answers your teasing question, "I do."

Just the thought alone makes you dizzy. Your best friend, your sweet and lovely Seokmin who puts up with all your bullshit, laying here on this exact bed with thoughts of you consuming his mind. Pining for you. Wanting you. Shit, you think he deserves to have all his fantasies come true. And you're more than happy to help him out. 

"What do we do in your dreams?"

"Everything. Anything."

An iron-clad grip will probably leave bruises behind but it's not enough to stop you from a slow, lazy grind of your hips. You sit up for more leverage, hands on his broad shoulders for support, watching with smugness oozing out of your smile as he struggles to continue his wholesome thoughts.

"Holding hands, cute dates, buying you pretty things… "

"C'mon babe," you tease, "what else?"

"Ah… " Seokmin sighs, throwing an arm over his face to hide his eyes though it can't hide the flush creeping up his neck, to his cheeks, and coloring his cute ears. "You know… "

"Nah, I don't. Not unless you tell me." 

"… Just gets lonely in bed. At night. Cold."

"We've slept together before when I've stayed the night and vice versa."

"Mhm, but never with my dick inside of you."

You coo, trying to keep up your unbothered façade as though the quickening pace of your hips isn't making an insane mess of his lap. 

"Poor little Seokminnie had to jerk off all by himself." Leaning down to whisper maliciously in the ear that isn't shielded by his elbow, "Or did you do it while I was laying next to you because you were so frustrated?"

"As if," he scoffs, "and I'm not sure what you mean by little."

Like a switch has flipped, two hands return and grip your hips, keeping them stationary. To prove his point hard, it's Seokmin's turn to grind his pelvis up into the moist heat of your covered cunt while holding you still to feel every agonizingly delicious drag of his cock. The way he can feel you pulse against him even through your thin shorts, the devastating whimper that leaves your mouth when the rough fabric manages to catch your clit just right make up for the mildly gross stickiness of precum inside of his jeans.

A sadistic grin leers at you, almost a snarl. Such a jarring contrast to the normally soft, fond looks you're used to and a shudder runs through your body at the shock, another rush of heated arousal dripping from your pussy.

It's cute, Seokmin thinks to himself, how you put up this act and think you're the one in control when it's really me, the one whose lap you're on.

"Can you even blame me?" he growls, not waiting nor expecting any answer as he sits back up, jostling your body in the process. "I was so good, so well-behaved in front of you. And yet you waltz around me with barely anything on all the damn time, flirting with all my friends in that skimpy bathing suit without a care in the world… "

You don't even know when you ended up on your back. Staring wide-eyed into Seokmin's narrowed ones, his eyelids fluttering as he recalls these memories, fist clenched and arms tense as he towers on top of you once again. He's panting, lower body still pressed against yours.

"Batting your eyelashes at me, giggling, grinding that sweet ass all over me on the dancefloor and then skipping away even though I wanted to touch you so badly… and if that's not torturing enough, constantly showing up in my dreams, always out of reach… So yeah, I'm just a little frustrated, sorry."

"I'm… I'm… I-I didn't know — "

"I know that. I know that and that's why I felt like utter trash. You didn't mean any of it and here I am throwing my disgusting fantasies on you."

"Don't say that," you plead and cup the side of his face, running your thumb repeatedly across his mole. "You're not trash, Seokmin. I wasn't thinking — I mean I didn't realize… I just — "

"Please," he interrupts suddenly, desperately begging. "Please tell me… if this… if this is going to be a spur of the moment, out of pity, and a one-time thing… please tell me you don't want this. That you don't want me — "

"I want to kiss you." 

You watch his body tremble before he takes a deep breath, smiling up at him as his eyes gradually open. They blink owlishly at you, nearly crossing in his attempt to scan your face if he really heard you correctly as you guide him by the jawline close to your lips.

"I want you, Seokmin."

To be honest, you've never really imagined what it'd feel like to kiss your best friend. The movies you've watched make it out to be magical, enchanting, and something out of a fairy tale. Sure, maybe they're not wrong but the majority of entertainment is the bad boy turning sweet or a soft boy remaining a gentleman.

Nothing's prepared you for awakening the beast in a good boy.

He kisses you with a ferocity that steals your breath from the get-go. A sensual clash of teeth, tongue, spit, love bites, and nips. Seokmin always had an enjoyable, pleasing tone to his voice and it sounds even better when he's grunting and groaning in the laidback battle for dominance.

Somehow, your clothes are merely disheveled and not ripped off despite continual tangling and grabbing at each other. Once again, you find yourself back on top as you gasp for air — having to push him away when he chases after you for more kisses. If you thought he was pretty before, he's even lovelier with shiny, swollen lips and a dazed, hungry look in his eyes.

Despite pouting at the sudden distance, the man astonishingly looks at you like you've hung the stars in the sky. As if he's never seen the ugly sides of you, your lowest and most embarrassing moments. His gaze trails from where you sit on his thighs to the rise and fall of your heaving chest to your blown-out pupils with such appreciation and awe that your cheeks are set aflame.

Although maybe you're just seeing a reflection of your own adoration. Running your hand down the toned length of one of his arms, you intertwine your fingers together. A smirk returns to your face as he squeezes back, distracted.

"So, can I see your abs now?"

Seokmin groans your name and chews on his lip, uncertain. You shrug and toy with the hem of your own shirt before decisively pulling it over your head. A blissed-out sigh escapes his mouth at the reveal.

Your bra is undone — thanks to his earlier mischief — and barely covers your breasts. Threatening to fall off at the slightest move, you pretend to protect what little modesty you might have and keep it in place with a free hand. 

"Tit for tat?" you tease.

He audibly gulps and you watch his Adam's apple bob. You wait patiently, letting him go at his own pace and back out if he wants. Though he does relent because he feels at comfort with you, revealing his gorgeous tan skin and upper body you hadn't seen in what feels like years.

"Omigod…" you gasp out and he cringes, upper body taut with nerves. "You've been hiding a six-pack away from the public for so long?"

"I — "

"I want to touch them."

"Why are you so obsessed with my abs?"

"'cause they're mythical. Like unicorns or… or Bigfoot."

"You're comparing me to a yeti?"

"Not yet…i!"

He rolls his eyes at the ridiculous pun. "I thought I was getting a 'tit for tat'?"

"Yeah," you nonchalantly slide off your loose bra and toss it somewhere on his bedroom floor. Seokmin doesn't even get to relish the bare sight of your tits for his own enjoyment because you're grumbling, "can't even show his best friend his fine ass abs," and he has to correct you.

"Maybe if I was your boyfriend, I'd show them to you all the time."

"Oh? Is that a promise? A threat? A distraction?"

"An offer. A suggestion even."

"It's pretty tempting," you play coy, "can I touch you if I say yes?"

"Only if I can touch you too."

"Then yes." Your pointer finger travels down the flexed crease of his skin to right above his belly button. "Can I see your dick now?"

"But I want… I'd like to… taste you."

"Later," you assure and daringly place a kiss above his waistband. Your hands tug at the belt when his hips stutter upwards. "Please?"

He's gone the moment you flutter your eyelashes at him and so are his ruined jeans. Discarded on the floor to join the growing number of other clothing when he says yes. 

Even Seokmin himself would admit he is indeed too soft for you but his cock certainly isn't. Your eyes nearly bug out when it flops against his stomach, angry red and leaking tears of precum. He grits his teeth at how much it aches, perfect jawline even more prominent. 

His self-esteem would have been dashed to pieces at the devastating frown on your pretty face but it's greatly inflated when all you can do is whimper out, "You're so big… "

"Yeah?"

Your best friend — no, now your boyfriend, you suppose — hisses when you blink at him. 

"There's no way you're gonna fit."

"Hah, 's never been a problem before." Nails dig into his thigh, the little show of possession at the mention of his previous partners wickedly giving Seokmin another ego boost. He's quick to try and appease you though by saying, "don't worry, babe… let me prep and taste you, I'll make it fit I promise and you'll feel good."

"Fuckin' sweet talker." You feel a hand reach out to temptingly slip under the band of your shorts. "Everything about you is always so sweet."

"'m sure you taste even sweeter." 

"Seokmin…" 

"Hm?" His touch grows bolder at the moan of his name, squeezing at the plumpness of your ass. "Will you please let me have a taste? Just wanna help you out." 

You won't be thinking I'm so sweet after this. 

Eager to touch him, you nod and start to take off your shorts but Seokmin is faster. Nearly tearing them off your body in excitement and somehow managing to position your bare lower body right where he wants it. 

Luckily, you're able to face his neglected cock. A shriek leaves your mouth, though, because the hardened tip of his tongue is searching for your clit, lathing and suckling on it when he does find it. 

You try to focus on your prize but it's difficult with the vigor he's attacking your throbbing, needy pussy. Seokmin holds you up high enough that he can leave occasional nips on the inner crease of your hips before harshly licking and sucking up your messy arousal. Shaking his head back and forth with an animalistic growl, all you can do is resort to pitiful kitten licks and slobbering mindlessly on just the side of his cock. 

The more you attempt to wrap your lips fully around the tip, the further down he brings you to his mouth until you're almost suffocating him. A brutal assault where you can only twitch your hips to which he agreeably grunts, gliding you across his open mouth ever so slightly. Unable to escape the throes of pleasure, not that you would want to — you give up and give in. 

Tears fill your eyes as your body convulses and shakes, staring longingly at his cock through bleary eyes. Seokmin's muffled moans as he gladly helps you ride out your orgasm with your fluttering hole clamping around his tongue barely registering in your ears. You feel like you're floating while underwater in the most delicious of ways. 

Seokmin manages to nudge you enough so he can catch his breath while waiting for you to come back to him. A fond smile on his lips when you're finally able to move and he helps you flop by his side. 

"Why on earth are you a pussy-eating pro?" 

"You keep complaining about things most people don't find fault in." 

"I wanted to suck the life out of you, not the opposite." You reach for his cock again but he stops you — again — and rubs the back of your hand consolingly while he wipes the wet mess you'd left on his face with a smirk like a badge of honor he takes pride in. "Lee Seokmin!" 

"Shhh, don't whine, baby. Almost there, I'll let you have my dick soon. Give it to you real good. Now that I've confirmed what a tight, good little pussy you have for myself, gotta make sure you're stretched out enough. Don't wanna hurt you." 

"It already hurts, 'm so empty, 'min." 

"Greedy," he snickers, knowing you're full of shit, and sits up. "After I just stuffed you with my tongue so well that you complained about it, now you want me again?" 

"Always want you. Always have. Didn't realize it before but it's true. 'm sorry, Seokkie, need you so bad though." 

"Lucky I like you so much. Now turn around, let me see that lovely ass of yours." 

You do as he says, clambering up on all fours and arching your back prettily, looking over your shoulder to see what he'll do next. 

The sight alone is a wet dream. He's licking his lips, brown eyes honed in on your puffy, seeping cunt until he's snapped out of the trance when he realizes you're watching him. He sticks out his tongue to pull a silly face and you shake your head in disbelief. 

A finger traces up your spine before it turns into his palm pushing down between your shoulder blades so your cheek is pressed into the pillows. You can just feel the heavy heat of his cock but he pulls away before you can savor it for too long. A constant tease that leaves you whining again in frustration and wiggling your hips enticingly, a futile effort. 

"I know you're desperate. 'm sorry, don't wanna cum too fast and disappoint you though." 

"You won't disappoint me." 

"Nope, I'll make it worthwhile. Promise. We can do whatever positions you want after this. I'd like to see you riding me like you do in my dreams, personally." Watching how you clench at his words, he chuckles. "Knew you'd like that too. Now, let's see…" 

He slips a digit inside your hole muttering, "There we go," and adds another. And another. Three fingers explore your gummy inner walls and he hums in contemplating tones before he begins scissoring motions to get your pussy to further open up. 

Your moans are muffled by the bed and Seokmin simply increases his pace to make them louder with a sneer of satisfaction you don't see. You do feel him kissing down the length of your spine, more love bites that make you squeal at each pinch. 

"So cute and perfect. What 'm I gonna do with you?" he asks and pretends to understand the unintelligible garble to his rhetorical question. "Yeah, that's right, babe. Fuck you even more stupid than you are now 'cause it's what you deserve." 

Retracting his fingers, licking them clean, and mumbling how pretty you are — then he's finally wrapping a veined hand around his even veinier cock to tease at your entrance. 

He plays with your wetness, coating his tip with it and making both your mouth and pussy drool. And god, does Seokmin relish the vision before him. 

You're everything to him and that thought alone makes him bite down on his lower lip, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. He doesn't want to fuck this up. Every muscle in his body tenses when he takes a deep breath and eases himself inside, enraptured with the way your soft pussy lips part and cling around his length to welcome him. 

When he glances up to check how you're doing, he has to reign himself back from exploding or thrusting insensitively all the way in. The way your eyes roll up, a stain of drool left on his blanket, and the feeble thank you's followed by a filthy series of moans — he lets out a string of curses that would make even a depraved whore blush out of shyness. 

"S'big, s'full," you hiccup, clenching and unclenching in rapid successions that has Seokmin wheezing, though he tries to comfort you. 

"'m not even all the way inside, sweetheart. Bear with me, babe. Breathe. I've got you." 

"Got me… hella fuckin' full."

"You can take it. I know you can." He pushes his hips forward a bit more. "There you go, sweetheart. Relax just a tiny bit… Yeah, that's it…" 

Praises fall from his lips and you sob at both the goddamn stretch and unfathomable pleasure. You already feel him buried in your gut reaching spots you didn't even know existed by the time he's almost bottomed out for his pelvis to press temptingly against your ass — you're pretty sure you can feel him in your lungs at this point.

"S'deep…!" 

"Feel so fucking good… d'ya need me to pull out a little, baby? You still with me?" 

You answer him by bravely using whatever strength — or more like the urge for him to split you open and take it all because you want to be as good as he's telling you that you are for him — and push yourself back so he's fully seated within your tight cunt. 

You're probably screaming if your raspy throat and ringing ears are anything to go by. He's panting and rubbing his forehead with a groan. 

"Fuck, what are you so hot for?" 

The air feels like it's been punched out of his lungs, the same way his cock is being suctioned and squeezed. In an effort to wrangle whatever control is left within himself, Seokmin focuses on your body and how it reacts. Laying over your arched back to press your bare bodies close together in an intimate fashion. 

You can feel his necklace and its cool touch on your burning skin. The recollection of never seeing him without it since gifting it to him reignites a possessive streak in you and has your pussy pulsing around him more fervently. Suddenly you long to have his mark engraved on you permanently, etched into your body and soul just like the inanimate object. 

It's almost a shame when he pauses to tug it free so it doesn't break and let it hang over your shoulder instead. Not that it matters much, for you'd only have a temporary imprint of a dog tag shape on your back. 

As if he can read your muddled mind (he probably can), Seokmin makes up for it in his concentration to delay his dizzy cloud of absolute unbridled lust. He's already left many physical reminders of his touch where you'll definitely be sore later scattered around your body and as a bonus — bites down where your neck meets your shoulder. 

(You have no idea how you'll explain the obvious teeth marks to your friends the next day but you know they'll know. Especially when Seokmin — the little shit that he is — shamelessly shows off the various marks you'll leave all over him later tonight.)

But you don't think about that right now, any and all thoughts consumed of him, him, and him. You're full. So full. Oh, how you ache to run your fingers across his gorgeous body the same way he's able to yours, sneaking a hand underneath to fondle at your breasts and tug at your nipples. You suppose that can wait, already inching toward another crashing orgasm when he's unable to stay still anymore and starts shallow, cautious thrusts.

"Mm, ah, 'min… Seok… min… "

"'m here baby, you're gonna cum for me already, aren't ya?" He pulls his dick out far enough to see the way your essence glistens and coats his length and then smoothly stuffs you full again. "Go on and cream on my cock, make me yours."

Shockingly you shake your head. "No, too soon!"

"S'kay, I know you can give me another one after. If you let go now, it'll feel even better after. You're still so tight, I can barely move."

You really can't believe you're about to climax so soon again. There's not really a choice to hold it off anyways, especially when his hand moves away from your tits and mercilessly rubs your clit. He could've just fucked your throat raw with how hoarse your voice is now with all the sounds he's drawn out of you.

As you recover from the fuzziness of a second orgasm, he'd taken out his cock that's basically gone numb at this point (he's not sure if that's a good thing or not), and appreciates the delectable view of how your hole has been stretched out perfectly in the shape of his cock to accommodate him so sweetly. It all screams I am Seokmin's and he fucking adores it. And you.

There's only one thing left to do. Paint you with the color white.

"You ready for me?" 

You breathlessly huff out a yes but honestly, you're unsure if you will be able to handle another peak without passing out. Seokmin soothes you, whispering that this will be the last one for this round accompanied by two chaste kisses on each of your shoulder blades. So wonderful and perfect, he reminds and suddenly you can do anything he asked of you.

Which is good because he's finally snapping his hips hard and fast with better ability, drilling into your warm, wet pussy he calls his that confirms that ownership itself with filthy noises of agreement and gushes of more arousal. You moan out a mix of yes, yours, and his name — growing so fucked out that when he asks you where you want him to cum, all you do is feebly bounce your asscheeks against his abs when he refuses to move.

"Shit, you gotta tell me now or I'll… fuck, I'll do it inside. I-I know you're on the pill but… "

"Please…"

"You'd look pretty with it all over your back but also spilling out of your pussy… "

"If you don't cum right now anywhere… I'll cry."

"You're already crying." His thumb brushes at the trail of tears that spilled over your eyelids.

"Seokmin…!"

"'m sorry, let me give you what you want."

His hips resume slamming at a rapid pace, hitting deep within that magic bundle of nerves without fail. Stars swim in your vision and the mind-numbing pressure twisting in your lower gut builds up without warning.

It's a silent scream this time and a peak that doesn't seem to end. As your body violently shudders and shakes for what feels like hours at its intensity, Seokmin's release is triggered. Gently thrusting as you spasm around him, milking his cock as it starts to fill you up with a comforting warmth. In a daze, he's forced out by the end of your explosive orgasm and watches with a slack jaw in awe.

He's managed to leave beautiful lines of white across your ass and back as intended. Though the bit he'd left inside of you is mostly expelled by you squirting and coating his thighs with your release, if he looks close enough, there are still globs of cream left around the outer lips of your cunt that has him groaning.

"This is better than what I've dreamt about."

"Of course. Real thing is always better."

"In this case, yes." 

"… Do you still think I'm sweet?"

"… Somehow, yes."

Seokmin laughs as you collapse flat against the bed. You need to clean up but both of you can afford to rest a little first. He lays down next to you on his side, bringing you into his arms and you immediately snuggle your face into his chest before fixing him with a serious gaze.

"I don't get it."

He stiffens in fear. "Wh-what?"

"You fucked your previous partners, right?"

"Um… most… of them… "

"Like this?"

"Uh… " he narrows his eyes. "What… what do you mean?"

"There's no way they would've wanted to let you go if you got a stroke game and stamina this good. Unless you were just too much of a beast in the sheets — which I could understand."

His arms tighten around you. "I'm sorry, did I go too hard on you? I just didn't wanna cum too fast."

"No, you're insane but it was… incredible. You're the unreal one here."

"Didn't expect that when you harassed me about my abs, huh?"

"I did not harass you and of course not, did you?"

"No, but… I'm glad it did. You… don't…  you don't regret it, do you?"

"No, why would I?" He breathes out a tiny sigh of relief which has you raising an eyebrow but you continue on. "I don't get why they didn't try harder to stick around. I mean you're perfect. In all aspects. I one-hundred-percent mean that."

"They weren't you, though. I'm sincere when I say you've always been the one. I was just afraid…" 

"You're a damn good actor, you know that. I had no idea."

Your favorite smile beams at you. "I did major in theater. And we're both kinda idiots."

You slap at his chest playfully and he covers your hand with his. "I like you too, you know that? Like really mean it when I say I do. Even if you just obliterated my fucking vagina out of existence."

"There's no way, I most certainly did not." He kisses your forehead. "'cause you still have to ride me like promised."

"I don't think I'll be able to."

Your eyes close, ignoring Seokmin's gasp of shock and protests about cleaning up. He can tell you're pretty exhausted and acquiesces, shifting you into a position more comfortable for you to be able to doze off for a bit.

But you take that opportunity to spring to life, sucking the nastiest hickey on his neck right above his silver chain. One that will take weeks to heal. He lets out a moan as you do it and when you back away, the atmosphere has heated up again.

"You're giving me a hard time," he points out with an eyebrow wiggle and you giggle. 

Urging him to roll over, you lug your aching limbs up and over so you can straddle his upper body. Adding more and more love marks and bites on his chest, neck, and arms. It's your turn to stake a hushed claim of mine whispered into his ears that you nip at. And he giggles, loving the attention you're showering him with.

His cock is stirring to life under your ministrations as is another pool of arousal swirling in your gut. Despite the hiss of oversensitivity and slight pain you both feel, you ease his length back inside. Nearly crying out because this new angle means he's stuffed in you even more, you don't know if he can fit until you're gasping in relief once you're successful.

He tentatively brushes his fingers against the bulge that appears in your lower tummy, wanton moans erupting from both of you at the gesture. It sends chills down your spine and you shiver.

"Gonna have to help me move, dunno if I have enough strength to make your dreams come true."

"S'kay, we have forever to act them out again and again," he reassures you which erases your pout. "You'll get used to me with enough practice."

"You think so?"

"Well, we can only test that theory to make sure."

You giggle as he pulls you in for a tender kiss by the back of your neck. "You're naughtier than I could've ever imagined."

"But you love it. You love me." His smug look only grows at your agreeing hum and when he flexes his abs. "Now, shall we see if all the work I put into my abs is worth it, babe?"

onlyseokmins: February 2023 ©

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[wenigstenshabeichesversucht]

Drinks and kisses

Pairing: Anthony Lockwood x fem!Reader

Summary: Four times you drunkenly confessed your love to Lockwood and one time you did it sober.

Warnings: alcohol consumption (OC is not an alcoholic, she just can't tolerate alcohol), English is not my native language

Word Count: 2,6k

For the story I used some of the Drunken Love Confessions from @creativepromptsforwriting, please check out her blog

Living the life of an agent aka child solider was most of the time gruesome. After dusk as the adults hid behind silver fences and thick walls, you and the other kids dared to venture into the dark night to fight against ghosts. Every agent knew another who had died on a mission. Life was pretty depressing if you didn’t take it in your own hands to enjoy it. Therefore, at Lockwood and Co., you celebrated every so little milestone and achievement. While Lockwood, your boss, landlord and crush, and George sometimes drank beer, you only drank alcohol at you little celebrations. To say that you could handle your liquor, was an exaggerated lie.

The first time you told Lockwood, that you liked him more than a friend was at one of this so-called parties. Lockwood and Co. had just finished a big case. That was reason enough to get together and drink.

It was already late that night, the song on the radio floated through the room and Kipps was asleep on the couch. Lucy was nowhere to be seen and George and Holly were in one corner of the living room lively talking about cooking.

However, you only had eyes for Lockwood sitting in his favourite armchair. His hair was shining so nicely, and you really wanted to touch it. Would it feel under your fingers as soft as it looked? That thought should have been warning enough that you were drunk. But drunk-you wasn’t smart and neither discreet with your staring. Everybody who took one second to watch you with Lockwood, would realize that you liked him. Thank God Lockwood was an even bigger idiot than you.

“What are you thinking about, sweets?”, broke Lockwood the silence between you two and normally, caught in your staring, you would have looked away. But normal-you and drunk-you were two totally different persons. Drunk-you was loud and bold, while normal-you shied away.

“About you”, you declared honest, and sober you would have never said something like this. However, drunk you didn’t even blush.

“About me?”, echoed Lockwood confused and reminded you by doing so of a puppy. You loved puppies.

“You’re cute. And a bit blurry. But definitely always so cute.” The words just tumbled out of your mouth. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn't have been able to stop them. But drunk-you didn’t know something like regret. Before Lockwood could say anything, you took a page out of Kipps books and just felt asleep.

The next morning you had no memory about what you said. At breakfast Lockwood acted like always except his ears turned a little red when you asked him for the butter. But you were too hungover to pay attention.             

The second time happened at Lucy’s birthday party. The birthday girl and you were dancing in the middle of the living room, downing one shot after the other. You intentionally ignored Lockwood, who warned you to slow down. Maybe that was a mistake. Or the five tequila shots were a mistake. Or both were a mistake.

Anyway, one moment you were dancing with Lucy, having the best time of your life and in the next moment you felt awful. Pressing your hand over your mouth you made a beeline for the next bathroom. You barely made it to the toilet before you threw up.

Hurrying footsteps sounded behind you and then someone held your hair back. With a small whimper you puked again.

“Just let it out then you’ll feel better”, he whispered softly while he caressed your back. Sober-you would probably have sunk into the floor in shame. But hanging over the toilet bowl you were too drunk to care.

You didn’t know how long you puked your soul out of your body. Lockwood had taken a seat on the floor behind you and didn’t stop rubbing your back.

“Can you keep a secret?”, you slurred and rested your head against his shoulder. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him nodding.

“I have a crush on Lockwood, but you can’t tell him or anybody else.” He laughed, and you could feel the vibration of his chest.

“I would love to hear those words in any other place than this bathroom, holding your hair back.”

“But you can’t tell him or anybody else”, you repeated urgent. You couldn’t imagine that Lockwood liked you back, and you didn’t want to make the atmosphere in the house awkward. Therefore, Lockwood was never allowed to know how you felt about him.

“I swear, let’s get you cleaned up and in your bed, sweets.” Fishing a washcloth from the sink, he gently wiped your face. Then he scoped you up in his arms and started carrying to your room.

The third time: Bright giggles echoed across the attic.

“No-no-no it wasn’t like this”, Lucy laughed while taking another sip from the vodka.

You just returned from your case to a waiting Norrie. Norrie was Lucy’s girlfriend and was visiting her in London. As you had stumbled through the front door, Norrie had already handed you a bottle of vodka. Now sitting in the attic, you slowly nursed the alcohol.

“And how did it go in your opinion?”, asked Norrie, who was telling an embarrassing story about the time Lucy and her had still worked in the northern part of Great Britain.

“First it wasn’t so embarrassing how you make it sound.”

“Sure”, you butted in as you and Norrie shared a meaningful glance.

“Don’t join forces against me”, Lucy demanded, not blind to your actions.

“We would never!”, giving her an appeasing kiss, Norrie took the bottle from Lucy.

“Why does it feel like you’re lying to me?” maybe a little bit paranoid, maybe appropriately paranoid, Lucy raised one eyebrow. You meanwhile tried to look as innocent as possible. Of course, you would join forces with your best friend’s girlfriend against said best friend. Where else was the fun?

Seeing through your innocent act, Lucy pointed accusing her finger at you. “As punishment you have to get the snacks from downstairs.”

Rolling your eyes, you stole the bottle out of Norrie’s grip and took a big sip. Leave it to Lucy to find an excuse to not go down all the stairs. But it was OK, as long George and Lockwood were still not home from their case. If George caught you stealing the snacks, he would demand that Lockwood would revoke your biscuits rights. So, there was a big risk associated with getting the snacks. Was it a risk worth taking? Drunk-you said yes.

“I will be right back”, with a wink to the girls, you picked yourself up.

You noticed immediately that you were drunker, than you had thought. Your steps were a little wobbly and the world was turning more than usually. But you lived more than two years in this house. You knew which floorboard creaked and how many steps each of the stairs had. With your eyes closed, you would find your way from the attic down to the kitchen. So being drunk shouldn’t be too much of a problem.

You should be right for most of the way. You already reached the last stairs down to the kitchen without tripping over your own feet, when the front door flew open, and Lockwood and George came clattering in. Normally you weren’t easily startled. You were an agent for gods’ sake. But you were drunk and hadn't expected their loud arrival.

You weren’t sure who was more surprised. You, who lost your footing and tumbled down the stairs, or Lockwood, who was standing at the bottom of said stairs. At least he wasn’t drunk and therefore had quicker reflexes than you. Instead of stepping aside and leaving you to your fate, he caught you. For a moment nobody said something, there was only a shocked silence between you.

“I think I just fell in love with you”, you drunkenly joked.

“No, you fell down the stairs. You should really learn to hold your liquor, sweets”, Lockwood told you stern, without letting go of you. But you saw the creeping blush appear on his face.

“I get her a glass of water”, clearing awkwardly his throat, George rushed to the kitchen.

“You drive me out of my mind, sweets”, whispered Lockwood against your hair, but you were too busy getting lost in his scent. He smelled of lavender and bergamot. Your favourite smell in the whole world.

The fourth time you told Lockwood, that you loved him you were drunk, shocking you know.

You just came home from evening with your old friends from Rothwell and as always, you easily became too drunk.

Usually when someone of the team went out after dark, Lockwood waited for them to come home. This time was no different.

As you drunkenly stumbled out of the night cab, Lockwood was already opening the front door.

“Hi handsome”, you greeted him without shame.

“You’re drunk”, he blandly stated, but his eyes were sparkling like someone stole the stars from the sky and hide them there. He had beautiful eyes. You could spend hours gazing in his eyes.

“Yes”, you admitted before a wide grin took over your face, “and hopelessly in love with you!”

Pushing past him, you stumbled into the hallway. Behind you, you could hear Lockwood taking a surprise inhale. However, you were already busy with your next task, taking off your shoes without falling over.

“Say that again after two coffees at least and I will be yours”, he whispered barely for you to hear.

Then he rushed to you, “Sweets, let me help.”

Getting on his knees he carefully unclasped your shoes. Where his hands touched your bare skin, it felt like you were burning.

“We should get you some water.” That sounded like a really good idea. Allowing Lockwood to take your hand, you let him pull you into the kitchen.

“I hoped you had a great evening”, he carefully led you to your chair before he went to the sink and got you a glass of water.

“It was sooo great, only you were missing!”

“Maybe then I join next time”, Lockwood mused taking a seat in front of you.

“You should, my friends really want to meet the person, who stole me away from Rothwell.”

“And I would steal you again, sweets. A shame that you will not remember this talk tomorrow.”

The one time you told him what you felt while being sober:

It had been a nerve-wracking case. You felt like a wrack when you finally reached Portland Row. Everything that could have gone wrong had gone wrong, and you were lucky that all four of you were still alive. Stressed you all went separated ways. While Lucy rushed to the attic, you scored the first shower to remove the remains of salt and sweat that stuck to you like a second skin.

When you return to the kitchen after the shower to get a glass of water, you expected to find it deserted. After a case like this the team usually retreated to each of their own room to lick their metaphorical wounds in peace. You were no exception. Therefore, you were even more surprised when you saw the light shining from under the closed kitchen door.

Not bothering to knock you entered the room, to see Lockwood sitting at the kitchen table, in front of him the open first aid kit. His dress shirt was unbuttoned, and you couldn’t help gaping. Slowly blood was seeping out of a large wound, you didn’t know about. Caught, he looked up when you entered.

“That’s not what it’s looked like.”

“So, you didn't hide from us that you were injured?”

Not waiting for his answer, you could lie to yourself, you pressed a compress on his wound to stop the bleeding. As reaction Lockwood just took a sharp inhale and a little part of you were glad, that it hurt.

“We are a team; we can’t help you if you don’t let us”, you started to lecture him. But as Lockwood looked down ashamed your anger vanished into thin air. You couldn’t stay mad at him for long.

“I didn’t want you to worry.”

“I will always worry about you”, you paused for a moment, not sure if you should really say what just popped up in your mind. But then you gathered all your courage and did it, “I will always worry about you because I love you.”

Your heart was beating like crazy, while you waited for a response. But now it was out and nothing you could do could undo it. That was somehow liberating.

“I know.”

On the list of the worst reactions after a declaration of love, “I know” was at the top. You didn't know whether to cry or to scream. However, in the end you couldn't do either. You could just stare at him while your mouth dropped open.

“You know?”, you echoed and could feel how something in your chest broke into two parts. He knew that you loved him and never said something. That could only mean one thing, he didn’t feel the same way you did. Shame slowly crept into your face.

“You already told me one, two, or maybe four times”, Lockwood explained to you and if it were up to you, he would have simply remained silent. He didn't have to try to reject you nicely, what he said was already enough for you. Standing up so quickly that your chair flew over, you tried to escape from the kitchen, but grasping your wrist, he stopped you.

“You already told me, that you love me, but there was never a good moment to reveal to you, that I love you too.” In total disbelief you gasped at him. He must be joking. Couldn’t he have told you this sooner instead of sending you on this rollercoaster of emotions?

“You love me too?”, you echoed and slowly started to feel like a parrot.

“Yes, I love you, sweets.”

“Why couldn't you say that right away?” Technically, you should be floating from happiness that he reciprocated your feelings. But you were just angry. Before Lockwood could answer you, you continued, “and when did I tell you that I love you before?” No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't remember it.

“You told me this four times when you were really drunk.”

“And you never thought to talk to me about it the next day?” Flabbergasted you shook your head. You just couldn’t believe it.

“I wasn’t sure if you really meant it and I didn’t want to embarrass you either.”

Up in the hallway, George discreetly listened to the loud voices.

“Didn’t she just tell him that she loves him?”, Lucy asked, also attracted by the noise.

“Yes.”

“But why are they yelling? Shouldn’t they be kissing or something like that?”, confused Lucy wrinkled her nose. Taking his eyes off the closed kitchen door, George looked at her.

“In response to her confession he said, “I know””

“What an idiot!”

“But an idiot in love, it seems.”

Back in the kitchen your chest rose and fell angrily. Still, you couldn’t believe that he had been aware that you liked him, and never acted on it while also being in love with you.

“You are an idiot, Anthony Lockwood.”

The biggest idiot you knew.

“But hopefully your idiot?”

Instead of answering, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, softly at first but with growing intensity. When you separated you felt dizzy.

“Yes, you are my idiot.”

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for trying to take over the Tri-State Area?

I (M47) am an evil scientist. WAIT! DON’T VOTE YTA YET! I know, I know, “evil” has a bad connotation, but put your biases aside for a minute and hear me out! You see, it all started when I was born, and—

Actually, now that I think about it, if I type up my entire life story I’ll be here for, like, at least an hour, and I wanted to go to the movies later. They’re showing some film adaptation of this soap opera series I’ve been watching with my friend enemy pet acquaintance. It’s gonna be wicked! Not a dry eye in the house, I’m positive, and if any eye in the house dares to stay dry, I’m smuggling in some homemade onion spray! It pays to be prepared.

Anywayyyy, back to the point. I’ll try to be brief. The point is, what I was saying in the first place about how when I was born yadda yadda yadda? Yeah, that was all leading up to a really long story about my terrible childhood—no birthday cake, raised by ocelots, my best friend floated away, I got tricked into coming to America, which let me tell you was NOT as fun as you’d think, and I went on a single date with a future popstar… You know, your typical traumatic upbringing. Yeah, and adult hod? Wasn’t that great either.

Evil science wasn’t my first method of self-expression, but regular science didn’t work (baking soda volcano, enough said), and art didn’t work (I don’t want to talk about it), and even poetry didn’t work (also a baking soda volcano! sheesh!). With evil science, I can pursue my passions while also getting revenge and power on the side!! It’s a win-win! Well, for me, anyway. If you don’t count the part where I don’t win. Look, taking over the Tri-State area wasn’t even my idea! It was the popstar girl I went on one date with. If you’re going to call someone TA, it should be her! Not me.

My POINT is, I’ve had a hard life! I think if anyone deserves to let off some steam and take over a few states, it’s me. Unfortunately, my worst enemy best friend nemesis this guy from work disagrees. He’s super judgmental and I don’t care what he thinks, but he’s all about being a good person, so maybe if he sees all you good people on the Internet agree with me like you obviously will, he’ll be a pal and let me win once in a while! Nothing like the power of peer pressure, let me tell you. This one time when I was a young boy in Gi

[Mod Notice: The rest of this post has been removed due to exceeding backstory guidelines by eight hundred sixty-four words. Don’t worry—everything you need to make a decision is already here. -CK]

[hwaightme]

Hand hug

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🫶 pairing: hongjoong x gn!reader 🫶 genre: fluff, friends to lovers, implied producer/idol joong bc iykyk 🫶 summary: you and hongjoong have many traditions, inside jokes, and stories, but do you really know him like the back of your hand? 🫶 wordcount: 3.0k 🫶 warnings/tags: editing? mayhaps, coffee at questionable hours, food mention, convenience store snaccysnaccs, producer!joong, wholesome joong in a hoodie, rooftops/being on roof, night scenery, very late(early) night(morning) 🫶 taglist: at the bottom of the fic~ 🫶 a/n: @pocketjoong my love, my Sky, my universe, my everything. happy birthday <3 i love you to infinity, and thank you for everything and more! i am wishing you all the best on this amazing day~ and i hope you like this joongie~ <3

Hand hugs. One of the many, many inside jokes and mini traditions that you had crafted together with Hongjoong over the course of your friendship. Or relationship. Or whatever pining for your friend for ages was supposed to be called. You did not mind. At least you got your Hongjoong by your side. Or could you even say that?

While you watched Hongjoong rush down the aisle of the convenience store after he had exclaimed that he had forgotten something ‘essential’, the thought plagued your mind, gnawing on it like a persistent little devil. Just like it had done the last time you two hung out, and the one before that. How would you react if he were to ever date anyone? Get in a relationship? Get married? Would you be okay with being the best friend at his wedding, quietly seething in the corner and wishing that it was you standing next to him? You shrugged to yourself and clutched the basket tighter in your hands.

It was always you and Joong. You knew him like the back of your hand, and he knew you like the back of his. Maybe that was why the hand hugs were so symbolic, transcending their original intent, which was to find a compromise between your desire for oxytocin surges and his aversion to all things physical touch. A simple palm to palm, digits to digits, thumb around the other’s hand. A hand hug. Simple. Sweet. A reminder for both of you that you knew each other, and were living a beautiful life together.

While you were caught up in your musings you noticed your load lightening a little too late - Hongjoong was already on his way to pay, again. With a yelp you started for the self checkout, but he softly nudged you with his hip, a cheeky smile adorning his face while he scanned the items. You pondered if this deserved a joking purchase of something abominably spicy, but decided against it. After all, you would not be able to force him to eat it even if you tried. So you simply held a resting gaze on the methodical swiping and the way in which the items disappeared into Hongjoong’s trusty canvas bag, one after the other. 

It was tattered, showed some darkening at the edges, a couple of loose threads here and there, but Hongjoong would fight you if you were to even dare suggest throwing it away. But you would never even think to do it - after all, the design that it bore was one you two had painted together, a few years ago in the midst of one change after another. It was a depiction of the Earth surrounded by the random favourite things that made the two of you who you were. Pleasant and heart-warming memories. This canvas bag had carried things equally as pivotal to the both of you. It had carried your items when you moved out to begin life as an independent adult (only to have Hongjoong visit you, or you visit Hongjoong so often that you knew no solitude), it had held the equipment and disks owned by none other than your closest and dearest friend as he marched to the studio, dreams stronger than ever, passion and eagerness to achieve in every step. The handles remembered the way in which you would share the weight, one for each person, swinging ever so slightly as you would walk in stride down the city streets wherever your hearts desired. Just like you were doing now, with the snacks and quick meals protected by the sturdy material. In your free hands, you had your ‘cost effective coffees’, as Hongjoong had called them once and the title stuck. This was your favourite kind of two in the morning.

There was only one place where your feet would take you at this hour, and it was the rooftop. Not any kind of rooftop, but the one on Hongjoong’s apartment building, located in a scenic and quiet residential district, a little ways off from the centre of the city, but giving the best landscapes and skyline view of glimmering lights. The walk to his building was silent - there was no need to fill the atmosphere with aimless chatter that would, either way, turn to a hazy, noisy static. You knew what the other was thinking, at least you wanted to pretend you did. You smiled to yourself. If only he was thinking the same as you were in this moment. About the closeness of your hands, about how your heart was pounding in your chest, about how you caught the scent of his cologne that suited him so well when he playfully pushed you. You focused on the dimly lit street ahead, trying to keep your breathing level as you trekked higher and higher up the hill, to your one true paradise.

Thankfully the building was only a few stories high, and did not need too intense of an effort to conquer. At least this was what you told yourself every time before starting on the journey up the spiralling flights of stairs, one step after the other until you were almost out of breath and your legs were just starting to ache - there was your cardio for the next day or so until you would decide to do this all over again. Because this was a small price to pay for the timelessness that you would experience once you got to the top. A click of the key, a turn of the doorknob, and the infinite expanse of the night was surrounding you, and the breeze gently tousled your locks as you stepped out onto the roof, following Hongjoong closely. 

You were not sure how exactly he had managed to convince his landlord to give him the keys to the roof, since it was normally off limits and a mystery even for the permanent residents. Maybe Hongjoong promised to clean and re-vamp the place a bit - which he most definitely did, considering that it now looked like the ultimate relaxation spot, with outdoor fairy lights, plants that did not mind waiting until the next rainfall to be watered, lounge chairs, an antique table that he had picked up at the secondhand market and reinforced to live through the tests of the great outdoors, and some little trinkets that were simply so him that it made you want to burst into tears. He had an eye for design, an eye for expression, and whether he would have liked for you to say this or not, had an eye for love. It was all around you. In everything he had done to the place, in how he treated it, in how he pulled out the chair for you, in how the two of you took a moment to look out into the distance, marking out the local attractions and main highlights of the city before launching into a scavenger hunt through the canvas bag, keeping quiet and feigning obliviousness when your hands brushed once, twice, another time. No, you could never give up this feeling. 

Clinking plastic cups, the lids preventing the drink that was the colour of deep mahogany and the taste of bitter remnants of a campfire, you reclined on your seat and nodded to yourself absent-mindedly, taking a sip. Nothing could be sweeter than this after all. You stole another glance at Hongjoong, who was still wistfully staring off into the distance, caught up in his thoughts. You and him decided to wear your ‘accidentally matching’ hoodies today, in the true free and young spirit of the late night, or early morning, raid on the convenience store. You said ‘accidental’, but was it really when the hoodie was one that he had gifted you for your birthday, and ‘just so happened’ to have a similar one, obviously new? Regarding the piece with a soft smile, you had taken note of how the sleeves of the hoodie spilled just a little bit over his frail, yet elegant wrists, practically transforming into warmers or mittens. Only thanks to the drink which he was cradling in his perfectly manicured hands - with one finger sporting a new coat of nail polish, could you even see his digits in the lulling semi-darkness.

Nothing was being said, and yet a whole universe was passing with every second. In every sigh, twist, tilt of the head, in how Hongjoong flicked through his phone only to put it down and let soft instrumentals twirl from the speakers - a track he was working on, no doubt, in everything that the two of you shared was something you did not wish to even begin to define, out of fear that it would crumble before you. A fragile creature, a precious little bird that cautiously shared its song with the two of you, perched on the echoes of years behind you. Hopping from branch to branch of dialogue and dreaming. The acoustic piece ended, and with it, the birdsong. A trembling flutter of the wings carried it away into your ribcage, and you waited with bated breath for the next moment. Hongjoong set his coffee aside, clumsily pausing the track which had already returned to the intro and was beginning to repeat the first few strums of the guitar chords, and with a timid smile, gazed at you. Expectant. You looked away, trying to find comfort in the glints of distant stars, the hum of traffic miles away and howling of ghostly sirens reflecting off the blanket of deep navy, an onyx-coated purple, and right at the horizon, of stubborn, yet dazed and tired ashen reds and yellows of the urban nocturne. 

“Thoughts?” not liking the sound of his own voice, he cleared his throat after letting the whisper escape him. You paid it no mind, every syllable turning into a stunning creation in your mind. The best the sonorous world could offer. He leaned closer, you could feel it, but you remained how you were, pretending to be transfixed by the starry masterpiece.

“It’s pretty,” you mumbled back, ambiguous. You knew better than to hope that Hongjoong would end the discussion there. Ever since the early days, he would ask you for your reviews, opinions, critiques, input… During nights like these, the most casual get-together could turn into a listening party, with him playing song after song only to stop one midway and start another, worried, wanting to impress you. All the more exciting for you - you could listen forever.

“What is?” he tried again, perching his elbows on the armrest of his chair, to the point where you could sense his presence next to you.

“The tune.”

“There wasn’t one though?” you could imagine his eyes narrowing as he asked.

“I can hear it. And I know you already have one in mind so,” you let your sentence trail off as you took another sip of the cooling coffee.

“Got you. Incomplete, right?” he picked up on your cues better than anyone could. You nodded, humming in agreement with his conclusion.

“Yeah. But I know you considered it.”

“Sure did. What are you piecing together?” he continued, running a hand through his hair, to adjust some invisible strand. A nervous habit. So he could feel it too after all. Unless you were misreading in your recent state of hoping. You chuckled, deciding to not delve further into whether it was at yourself or the evident tension, lifting the cup to eye level to inspect how it caught the fairy lights, revealing various shades of brown, copper, silvery white from the plastic. 

“That one melody from last week. Tuesday, I think it was. The one where you had the synth riff and the humming. And then the lyrical refrain you told me you wrote while waiting for me by the bakery,” he gleamed, soul growing warmer from your recollection. You fiddled with the cardboard holder, Hongjoong’s burning look proving to be too much to handle.

“I swear, you can read my mind,” you could not help but exhale sharply, bemused at the suggestion. If anything, you were convinced of the opposite. There were few times when you were certain of what was going on in Hongjoong’s beautiful mind. Be it a new project or creative adventure that he was embarking on, or an entirely different experiment, or a surprise that you could not even begin to conjure ideas about. He was a mystery, but that was one of the many things you loved about him. Your reaction earned you a raise of the eyebrow and a light tap on your shoulder, making you finally turn towards your friend, only for the intensity of his eyes to be almost breathtaking, “what was that?”

“Nothing,”

“Am I wrong?”

“I mean… you do keep whole albums a secret for… goodness knows how long so…”

“I bet you know what I am thinking now,” his boldness took you off-guard, and you paused. Blinking a couple of times to adjust to the sudden shift in what was between you, so laden with an unspeakable force that you could barely formulate your own response, you regarded his outstretched arm, palm facing you, fingers together, all except the thumb. You squinted in suspicion, but failed to conceal the grin that was creeping onto your features as you moved to complete the hand hug. 

“Kim Hongjoong… what are you plotting?” words failed to leave an impact, it seemed, since your friend merely picked the cup from your hands to leave it beside his at the table. 

Pressing his palm to yours, he concentrated. You could not look away, not when you were going progressively more haywire with each passing second. He was not letting go, thumb beginning to dig into the back of your hand, and his gaze remained trained on you, only you. Right through you and into your heart. He was reading you and seeing your every thought about him - that was how the exchange felt. Hongjoong was picking apart your infatuation, inspecting it, living it. You felt exposed in front of him, and yet he would not allow you to let go. That much you were sure of. Unlike whatever he was mulling over. 

But you did not need to wait much longer for your answer, as, in a split second, your fingers were intertwined and he was pulling you closer and closer to him, his other hand flying to your shoulder to support you and prevent any falls. When you were only a couple of centimetres away, he stopped, as though all bravery had left him temporarily, and his eyes darted from yours, to your lips, back again, anywhere except your face and back to you, now staying. In this eternity of being in one space, sharing the same breath, searching for a future in the decision that was to come, you finally clear that no, you could not see anyone like this. Anyone except your Hongjoong.

“I'd say you can guess… maybe?”

“I don’t think I can,” coy, you responded, much to Hongjoong’s relief. You were you, the one he loved, and nothing was going to change that. This, just like any of the traditions, habits, memories you had made together, was the most natural, and most precious thing in the universe.

“Let me give you a hint,” a whisper, sultry, low was the last thing you heard before your worlds collided, and his lips were moving in a perfect rhythm with yours.

It was like puzzle pieces falling into place. Long lost soulmates finding each other. The sun rising after a thunderstorm. It felt like all the times that had made you and Hongjoong who you were, and who you were going to be. Your hand found purchase on the side of his face, his sharp jawline and soft skin in a stunning harmony against your fingertips. In every sense, it was him, and him alone, and you were blessed by the stars themselves.

Only when you heard the creaking of a chair did you pull away, and glimpsed Hongjoong cursing under his breath and muttering that he ‘hated this thing’ before he stood up, sweeping you away with him. You obliged, longing for his closeness. This was unprecedented, but so, so very welcome. A strong arm around your waist, and a quick push under the chin focusing you back on him, and you were back in bliss, in an entrancing tandem. The kiss was a revival, just like it was a revisitation. It was right. It tasted like the coffee and the late nights, it reminded you of the deep talks and the walks to nowhere and everywhere, it made you yearn for more and yet in the marvellous dance of your lips against his, you found it.

“What am I thinking?” Hongjoong asked as you broke apart, inhales pronounced by the chill of the early hour.

“You are thinking… ‘wow, this is way too close for comfort’,” you jested, chuckling when he scrunched his nose in mock frustration.

“Okay no you definitely cannot read my mind,” he answered, finding your hand once more, and lifting it to his own. Palm to palm. Digits to digits. Thumbs around to complete the miniature embrace. You watched, beaming. 

Hongjoong was closer than ever before, for you and with you, and your heart was about to burst. You regarded him, the love in his eyes and his every gesture as he rocked side to side, just how he knew you liked. Soothing, and always yours. He knew you and you knew him, and at the same time, never failed to find new beauty in one another and details to learn. Masterpieces, forever evolving, you were in this moment together, in this city, on this rooftop, in each other’s arms. Alive and in love. Through the silence, your voice travelled.

“So we are now hand huggers who kiss each other sometimes,” he laughed, breaking into your favourite grin, and leaned forwards until his forehead was against yours.

“Mhm. Sounds good to me.”

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[turtlevariabilis]

My story with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

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When I graduated from preschool, I was gifted the class pet: a red-eared slider turtle (now almost 20 years old and even has a similar companion). From that moment on, turtles have become part of my identity. If someone asked me about my favorite animal, of course I would say turtles. They are very interesting animals that do interact with each other and with humans; they have an enviable perseverance, enormous curiosity, and ninja-like abilities (they are fast, silent, and enjoy climbing, to throw themselves and performing some really strange acrobatics).

Well, today I'd rather tell you my story with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and how I came to be part of this fandom. It's actually a somewhat long story, but it has some funny details, and it's a way for you to get to know me a little better.

So, since turtles have always been a part of my life, it should have been natural for me to encounter the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles from a very young age, so I got to know them through the tmnt 2003 version. And yes, of course, they appeared on television and I was curious about protagonists being turtles... but the series didn't resonate with me.

When you're young, what you need are stories that you can somehow identify with, which is why the best stories will always be the ones that are most diverse in every possible way. And of course, any version of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is already a statement towards accepting what's different, promoting diversity. But this wasn't enough for me back then.

I was a girl who wanted to see girly things, shows with interesting female characters. And honestly, from what little I had seen of tmnt 2003 (maybe just a few scenes from an episode), I only spotted male characters except for April, who was an adult (so I preferred to watch Teen Titans). However, I already had my favorite turtle identified: the one with the purple mask, simply because it was my favorite color; funny how that hasn't changed.

When I was almost the age of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, the tmnt 2012 series premiered on Nickelodeon. It didn't catch my attention either. However, my sister L, almost three years younger than me, insisted that I watch it. So I did... and I guess I loved it. Because that's how my story with the Ninja Turtles began. That's how I met them.

My sister L and I were always on the lookout for when the series aired on TV; we literally ran to watch it, to make sure we didn't miss anything. And I confirmed that my favorite turtle was Donnie, but I actually loved them all.

A few years later, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie (2014) was released... I couldn't see it in theaters, but I was very excited about it, even though I knew it had nothing to do with the tmnt 2012 version (which I was very hooked on), and that's why I was a little disappointed. Plus, I hated how they sexualized April.

So yeah... you could say I was obsessed with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and although I hadn't realized to what extent, my parents and my two sisters did, so my 16th birthday party (just with these people) was themed around it as a surprise. They inflated green balloons, hung them up, and put on masks in the corresponding colors, and we ate pizza. They put a mini 2012 Donatello toy on my cake, which I still have. Now that I think about it, it was an intimate and very nice party... however, I don't like to show my tastes, so at that moment I did feel uncomfortable and dared to express that I would have preferred a normal party, instead of expressing how incredible it was, because it really was incredible. (What can I say? Although I have always been well-behaved and never caused any problems of any kind, I was also a teenager).

At that time, I was still following the tmnt 2012 series, and I used the internet to keep up with each new episode. I reached a point where I became impatient and had to watch the episodes as soon as they premiered, meaning I had to hurry to watch them on YouTube before the videos were taken down, even if that meant watching them in English and in poor quality.

I had a terrible level of English and I hardly understood anything. But doing this greatly improved my level, and I also started to take my English classes at school seriously to understand the episodes. Without exaggeration, everything I know about English is thanks to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Nowadays, I have a very solid intermediate level, and I still continue to improve thanks to them.

Still in that level of obsession with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, I obviously searched for more on the internet, on YouTube specifically. In one of those many videos I watched, scenes from the tmnt 2007 version caught my attention. That rivalry, that epic battle between Leo and Raph, captivated me. So I watched that movie, and although I didn't find it good overall for several reasons, I was deeply moved by the story between the brothers.

But let's go back to the tmnt 2012 version. The ending of the third season was one of the most shocking endings I've ever seen. And when the fourth season premiered and the turtles were in space... that's exactly when I lost interest. And I really don't know why, since I really like science fiction and everything related to the universe. Maybe it was because I stopped understanding what was happening (remember I was watching the episodes in English). I don't know.

After that, from time to time, I would feel nostalgic and curious about this series, so I would watch a random episode here and there (in general, I'm not good at watching series; I'm capable of watching only the episodes that catch my attention, sacrificing understanding the overall plot). And when I found out it ended, I looked for the last three episodes of the fifth season... and they left me feeling really bad with that dystopian, hopeless, but realistic ending. It's horrible, but I guess that's what I liked the most. Let's admit it, we all like to be masochists.

Later, I sort of saw that a new version had been released with colors too vibrant for my taste and a 2D animation with too much hyperactivity that didn't catch my attention. Yes, I'm talking about the rottmnt version, released in 2018. Nowadays, you don't know how much I regret not paying attention to it.

Years passed and 2023 arrived. At the beginning of that year, I realized that we had Paramount+, and that meant that the tmnt 2012 series, in Spanish, was complete. And my younger sister R hadn't been able to watch it because she had been too young at the time. So I felt like introducing it to her, and that way I could watch the entire series in the right way.

It was like watching a marathon: we finished it all in less than two months, despite our various commitments (she had school and I had work, making it very difficult to coordinate schedules). Suddenly, my obsession returned, very intense. It was the only time that I've had the same obsession in two very different stages of my life. But I still wasn't open to discovering new versions.

(You're going to laugh at what happened next).

My sister L, the one who initially introduced me to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, seeing how much I enjoyed reconnecting with them, insisted that I watch the movie of the rottmnt version, which was on Netflix; she said it was very intense and good, well worth it, but that I had to watch it with an open mind because it had many radical changes.

Much to my dismay, very resistant and with my mind as closed as possible, I watched this movie. And yes, it was very intense and all, but I concluded that I didn't like it. I didn't feel like those were my turtles. Despite that, I watched it again... and then again and again. It's like the character of Donnie caught my attention a bit. It's like the animation wasn't as bad as I had initially thought. It's like the intensity they conveyed was starting to appeal to me. It's like it was somewhat entertaining. It's like I was starting to like the characters a bit and was beginning to identify and even understand them.

And suddenly, even though I kept insisting to myself that I didn't like this new version, I started watching some random episodes of the series... until I began watching them in order... and then I would rewatch some episodes that I had liked... I mean, it's just that there was no one to stop me and I had to stop fooling myself! The rottmnt version had many different things, but it was very well-crafted and very good. Of course, I loved it! And currently, for me, it undoubtedly surpasses the tmnt 2012 version by many reasons that I won't comment on this text.

When the official content of rottmnt ran out, I needed more. So I searched on the internet... and suddenly I got caught up in some fan-made comics... and then I found myself on Tumblr... and then I started to become interested in more versions and began watching them (like the first season of tmnt 1987, some episodes of tmnt 2003, I watched the tmnt 2007 movie again as well as Batman vs. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, which I didn't mention, but I had seen before because I had a certain period in my life when I loved Batman).

And all of that was at the beginning of the year 2023, because then the trailer for the movie Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutant Mayhem appeared, which was going to be released in a few months. I had no idea that a new version was coming out that year, and it came just in time to keep increasing my fan skills. Of course, I went to see it in the cinema and loved it, although rottmnt is still my favorite version.

And nowadays, in 2024, I still feel like one of my central thoughts is the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and I want to keep learning more about them, both the old versions and the new ones that are coming. And I really look forward to continuing to contribute my bit to the fandom with this account. Hopefully, this will also be the year when I can finally watch tmnt 2003 properly.

And it's funny, because suddenly I know many references from many versions and I love that, although I know I have a lot to catch up on. For now, I've never stepped into the realm of comics, and I still don't know if I ever will.

Because I'm just a fan, and those of us who are fans of something should be so on our own terms, without the pressure of anything or anyone.

I've run out of words and I don't know how to conclude this text, but if you've made it this far, wow, I'm impressed! I send you lots of greetings and good vibes, just as Mondo Gecko would say.

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[redfoxwritesstuff]

Sunflower, Book 1, Chapter 23

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: A boner exists. Flashback smut AN: See that warning? You made it to the smut... that I'm going to spoon feed you over *chapters*. I said there was smut, not that you would be sitting down to a full meal! Have a fluff chapter before two weeks of angst to lead off the angst train!

Masterlist AO3 KoFi ~~~~~<3

Mia’s head rested against Tom’s shoulder as he carried her to bed. Sleep sang it’s siren song to her and with each step he took, it was harder and harder for her to fight off the darkness. Before Tom had crossed into her room, their room, she was dozing in a light sleep.

Carefully, Tom nestled her onto her side of their bed. Their bed, that was a thought that made him smile even for a fleeting moment in the turmoil of the unknown dark turn her night had taken. 

He had made it up, pulling the blankets back as she had showered. She needed him, he knew that, even if he was left guessing as to how he could best help her. The cause of it need didn’t matter, though anger simmered under the blanket of concern within him. Something had happened, something worse than what she was saying and he could do nothing but make her a bowl of canned soup.

There would be countless times over the next year when she would need him, just like tonight, and he would likely not be there to care for her. She would likely go to bed hungry, too emotionally spent to heat her own soup. The least he could do was care for her now. 

“Sleep well, my Sunflower.” Tom pulled the blankets up over her. He had wanted to kiss her but without knowing what happened, he didn’t dare. Instead he softly pushed the brown wave of hair that fell over her face to the side before going to turn off the lights.

She woke from the light sleep as he climbed into the bed next to her. There was a sea of thoughts and emotions swimming in her too tired mind as she fought sleep back. Turning on her side, she whispered his name.

“Do you need anything?” Tom whispered, turning toward her in the dark. 

She surprised him and herself both by scooting herself closer to him. The bed wasn’t large but when they went to sleep, there was space left out of respect for her boundaries regardless of how they tended to wake tangled. 

Reaching up, she rested the palm of her hand against his stubbly cheek. He didn’t shave much when he was there and she kind of liked it. 

Tom laid still, watching her curiously in the darkness. Leaning forward, she placed a lingering kiss on his lips. It was soft and chaste yet he could feel countless emotions in the simple action. Reaching up, he covered her hand with his own. 

“Can you hold me tonight?” She finally whispered. 

Tom nodded, voice too thick to try to speak. Shifting onto his back, he drew her toward him. Safe in his arms, she drifted almost instantly right to sleep. Tom wasn’t far behind at all, holding tightly onto her hand resting on his chest.

This was everything he had wanted. She was everything he had wanted. 

~~~~~<3

Morning came with Sally bouncing into the room, a bundle of birthday energy Mia and Tom both were too tired for. Sally was spectacular about letting the adults in her life sleep when she woke first but where were some exceptions. Sally had a free pass as soon as the clock in her room turned green to wake her mother up on birthdays and holidays. 

Mia nuzzled into Tom’s chest, nails lightly scratching him as she balled her fingers into a fist and tried to disappear into sleep. One of her legs were pressed tightly against Tom’s, stretching out as her toes flexed. Her other leg was curled up, hooked over his thigh with her toes resting on his knee, tickling him as they wiggled sleepily. 

“It’s my birthday!” Sally bounced around the room, unconcerned by the sight of Tom, shirtless and in bed with her mom wrapped around him. Sally didn’t question the messy hair or their positions. 

To the little girl, they were normal and Tom belonged. It was just fact to Sally.

“Indeed it is, little petal.” Tom pushed himself up on one elbow. It caused him to curl into Mia slightly and she felt why he wasn’t eager to get out of the bed against her thigh. “Why don’t you go grab one pastry out of the box. We’ll be out in a minute to help you with the rest of breakfast.” 

Mia bounced out of the room. 

“Close the door!” Mia shouted after her. The small girl ran back, grabbed the door handle and swung it closed with a giggle. 

“Thank you.” Tom fell back on his back and squeezed her closer to him uncaring of his predicament in the moment. 

It caused her whole position to shift again and her thigh brushed against his manhood though she had done her best to avoid it. His breath caught in his chest at the small contact and she yanked her leg straight down. She tried to pull away but was unable with his arms around her. 

“I’m sorry,” She hated how her face felt like it was on fire. 

“No, no- It’s fine Darling. You didn’t, I know you didn’t mean to.” Hearing him say it like that made her feel something she couldn’t quite pinpoint. She didn’t not want to touch him. She just- It was complicated. 

Tom sat up, situating himself in his sweat pants in a effort to hide his excitement before giving up and just keeping himself under the blanket. Mia watched him as she tried to figure out what he really meant by that or and why it made her feel this way. 

“Are you feeling better this morning?” Tom asked, noticing her watching him. “I’ll be able to get up in a few minutes, once this um, passes.”

Tom was blushing, she realized. He looked good with the flush high on his cheeks. 

“That’s normal.” She said, pointing to his crotch. “In case you didn’t know. It just happens, I know.”

“I know,” Tom swung his legs off the bed, leaving blanket pooled in his lap still. “I just, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” He was calmed down enough that he felt safe to stand. 

Mia tried to keep her eyes in PG13 places but it was a struggle. She had seen a lot of Tom the morning after their wedding and not a lot since. Sure, she’d seen him shirtless a handful of times but, oh he looked well endowed.

Sweat pants were magical. 

“Are you feeling better?” He asked again, resting his hand on her arm when she failed to answer the first time he asked. 

It startled her. She’d been too distracted looking at his goods and then trying not to look at his goods to notice him approaching her. Did he know she was looking at his goods? 

“I am, yeah.” She took a deep breath and tried to shake off the weight of the night before and feelings Tom caused in her mind. 

“Mia?” Tom wasn’t sure what he was going to say at first. “Do you like working there? I mean, honestly?”

“I can’t not work, Tom.” 

“I know- and I’m not asking you. Hell, if I am honest unless my agent is right- unless he can swing this contract with Marvel how he thinks he can swing it, I’ll be able to support you both for a long while but if it doesn’t, maintaining two households would stretch me thin.”

“What’s your point then?”

“My point is when you came home last night, you looked like a shell of the woman I’ve been getting to know for the last few weeks. You looked scared and hurt. I would rather stretch myself thin than have you go through something that leaves you feeling like that, especially if I might not be here.”

“I’m fine, Tom.” She was touched by his worry for her. It warmed her heart and made her eyes water. No one had cared or worried about her like that in a very long time. It scared her too, though. “Look, I-”

“I know.” He interrupted, talking over her. “I know you don’t want to rely on me. I know it’s hard for you to trust me but it’s been a few weeks. We’ve been growing, making progress. At least, I thought so.” 

“Tom, I can’t.” He saw it, the moment he pushed too hard. He feared if not for his heart beating in his ears, he would be able to hear the sandcastle of a marriage they had begun to build crumbling to the ground. “I- Thank you, for holding me last night. But I can’t.” 

~~~~~<3

Mia had all but ran out of the room. She could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears, deafening her. There was nothing more in the world she wanted than to quit her job and find something where her ass wouldn’t get grabbed and men wouldn’t treat her like one of the attractions. 

But she couldn’t. 

That would mean trusting Tom completely and he said it himself, his career was a lot of unknowns. Their marriage had an expiration date too. Would they remain married at the end of the year? Tom had seemed so sure three weeks ago when he insisted this crazy plan go into existence but even if things were going okay, would be want his forever to be a stranger?

Mia scrambled eggs and tried to keep her mind from running head first down a path of a million ‘what if’s. She was mad at him and yet she was more touched than he could ever know- all for the same reason: He cared enough to offer her a way out.

“Mommy, Tommy said he’s got a fun day planned!” Sally announced as she ate fruit. 

Breakfast was coming in stages this morning. The little girl had chocolate on her cheeks from the small chocolate donut she had first gotten. At some point the night before, Tom had cut up fruit and she was currently munching on that. The scrambled eggs would come last. 

“Tommy?” Mia couldn’t help but laugh as the bedroom door opened and Tom walked out. “You’ve been renamed, you’re ‘Tommy’ now.”

“Is that so?” Tom laughed, tension melting a little from his shoulders at Mia’s smile telling him that, at least for now, the dust had settled and perhaps the sandcastle still stood. 

He had been Tommy in his boyhood but had grown out of it with everyone except his mother. He was forever Tommy to her, except when he was in trouble- then he was Thomas. He was Thomas when he had told her of his marriage, most recently. 

“Mommy and Tommy sitting in a tree.” The little girl sang, giggling. “It rhymes!” 

“Eat your eggs.” Mia redirected, sliding the plate in front of her. Glancing at Tom, she could see his face was as red as her’s felt. “Coffee?” She asked him, offering an olive branch over where she had built fortress walls in sand. 

~~~~~<3

Tom had spent the day prior studying maps and learning routes. Today was his treat and he’d be damned if he made Mia drive them around for it. He was counting on his phone’s GPS and his prior studies to get them to where he wanted to go without giving away his gift to Sally or Mia who had thought she had approved all the plans for the day. 

Mia stacked presents and decorations near the apartment door, hoping to make set up for the party later easier on them both. Tom swore he had food taken care of and that she didn’t have to worry about a cake. 

Nothing fancy, he promised when she pressed, insisting everything that he would have needed her approval for, he got her approval for. The last thing she wanted was some spectacle that she would never be able to repeat if he left.

If he left. Mia realized she was no longer thinking about Tom leaving as inevitable. It was a possibility still but she caught herself hoping that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t.

That was dangerous. She had no business getting attached to him. 

“Where are we going?” Sally asked the question on Mia’s mind as Tom sat in the driver’s seat. 

Mia had a list of possibilities, ideas Tom had run by her but he kept what he decided on to himself.

“It’s a surprise.” He took his time adjusting everything to accommodate his long legs. 

Dark sunglasses rested on his face as he threw the car in gear. Veins traced their way up his forearms and she couldn’t help but admire the way his fingers wrapped around the steering wheel. The cords in his neck were highlighted by the harsh desert sun along with his sharp jawline. The red and blonde in his hair were far more obvious in the sun as well. 

There had to be something wrong with her. No one should find someone driving a car this attractive. 

~~~~~<3~~~~~<3~~~~~<3~~~~~<3

She accepted him into her greedily as he sank in, steady pressure splitting her walls open. His size was more than she was used to but she wanted him all. She wasn’t a untouched flower by any means but his size made her feel virginal in how he filled her inch by inch. 

She moaned as he sank deeper into her. The sound was cut off with his lips on hers. She had no choice but to swallow his moan along with her own as he bottomed out, hips nestling tight against hers. 

He only paused for a moment as he adjusted his position above her. Then he was thrusting. Slow and deep, the speed built with each thrust. Her legs hooked around his thighs as she tried to pull him closer, wanting to surround herself with him as she surrounded him. 

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[hyukassubi]

🪡15 | Smoked Grapes With a Wizard/ Don’t Let Me Succumb To My Shrimp Cravings

♡𓂃 Pairing -> (Former) Knight! Huening Kai x Seamstress! Reader

♡𓂃 Synopsis -> Growing up, you never believed in purpose, nor destiny. Simply following the path of life, becoming a royal seamstress didn't at all seem like a bad idea. Only thing is, it wasn't your idea.

Your best friend who just so happens to be the crowned prince knows what it's like to grow up having limited choices, and Prince Kang Taehyun doesn't want the same happening to you. The commander knight, in turn, has other plans for the future. After Huening Kai closes a profound chapter of his life, he seeks refuge from the chaos of his past, opting for a cozier lifestyle instead.

... And it just so seems that those plans wouldn't be fulfilled without you.

♡𓂃 Wc -> 2,475

The wizard has been quiet as of late.

You wondered how he was doing up in his laboratory in the far off corner of the castle, high up in that single-windowed turret…

The wooden door creeks open… and on top of a vintage old cabinet the size of a grandfather clock sat a creature on all fours, hissing at your presence. “Who dares enter these sacred grounds— ???”

You removed the black-red cloak from your head medusa-style, “Beomgyu, get down here.”

And so the wizard floats down, giving you the tightest squeeze. “Y/N !!!”

It didn’t matter that you were eighteen and a legal adult, let alone Beomgyu being a year away from twenty, sometimes, some things are unchanging…

"So, how may I help you?"

Beomgyu sits on a round wooden table covered in fuzzy-furry periwinkle fabric, assortments of magic crystals and test tubes and other witchy stuff you’d expect from a wizard. Books that look like they’ve been used before, read over, but not bookmarked in the slightest. Scrolls of ineligible notes and cutesy little doodles scattered on another table…

The whole place was so overwhelmingly witch-coded you seriously can’t put your attention on one thing without taking a second glance before realizing you’re eyeing a rabbit’s foot on a necklace or a jar full of shark teeth, following one bizare thing after the other.

And the little witch must’ve noticed how off-putting you were so he turns his back around to pluck out the nearest object around him— smoked grapes. “Want some? They’re good, like, really good.” Beomgyu raises his arms defensively. “No weird magic stuff going on with these grapes! They’re simply a sign of hospitality—”

“Then why the smoking incense and white stones?”

There was indeed an assembly of white pebbles leaning against a glass jar of burning incense under the hanging grapes.

“To keep them clean, duh. Don’t wanna attract any nasty spirits chewing on the souls of my fresh grapes.” Beomgyu munches on a bloated grape. “Selenite should do.”

You cast him the most sceptical side eye you could muster, eerily similar to that of Taehyun’s, “Mhm, yeah no, totally fresh, mhm.”

Beomgyu does the same before lightly slamming his fist down on the table. “I’m not joking! I bought these yesterday—”

“The only thing you’ll be attracting are fruit flies and Hazelnut—”

“— From Choi Soobin—!”

“— Don’t get me started with the ants— Wait, Soobin? I’ve heard of that guy before...”

“His father is a farmer.” Beomgyu rests back on his chair, as if disclosing that information would regain your memory. “Like, the rich conglomerate kind.”

Choi Soobin… Choi Beomgyu…

“Is he your brother?”

Beomgyu looks as if his soul left his body. “Don’t ever say that sentence ever again.”

“Question, not sentence, but okay—” Realization hits you like a truck, remembering that one kid from your twelfth birthday party, “OHHHH, THE BEBE REXHA FANBOY?”

And here Beomgyu thought this interaction couldn’t turn any less South. “YEAH—?”

“OHHH ONE OF HUENING KAI’S OLD CLASSMATES…” Silence. Followed by a shallow sigh and a pair of arms crossed over your chest as projections of past memories began seeping in. “Ah… gone were the good old days.”

Right.

That was what you came here for.

You never thought you’d see the day where you borderline ramble to a wizard on top of his magical lopsided coffee table, but here you are, looking elsewhere, leaving Beomgyu in uncomfortable silences, the elephant in the room so huge, so obvious and so clearly there.

And all Beomgyu could do was sit and watch.

It was the same with the prince.

Though Beomgyu wasn’t technically under Taehyun’s reign, he still had some significance to Taehyun in some way, didn’t he? Like you and him, they were roughly the same age, knew each other since the very beginnings of their teen years.

They are freinds.

“Hey, Taehyun.” Beomgyu would call out. “Is everything alright?”

Taehyun could tell Beomgyu’s question was more directed towards the external happenings of the castle, but he knew, deep down, he also meant to ask regarding the prince’s state in it of itself.

And so the prince would say ‘It’s alright, I’m alright.’ or ‘Huening Kai will come home, he’ll come home and be alright.’ or both.

And Taehyun himself seemed… alright, as he stated. Pensive, a little, his thoughts ended as soon as they’ve began. But at least he was hopeful, perhaps even genuine.

It wasn’t quite the same for you now was it?

The moment you saw glimpses of him in your head… distant memories of that crying little knight on the moor… you couldn’t possibly force that thought aside now, could you?

Beomgyu gazes upon you once more.

Yearning.

You reeked of it.

Beomgyu passes you more grapes while popping more of those delectables into his mouth, sticking it to the inner part of his cheek. “You alright? You don't look alright...”

You nod while your head hangs low.

Beomgyu smiles, and not the bad kind where you wish to chew his face up and spit it back out on the top of his neck. “Tell me now, what’s on your mind? I’ll do anything to help.” And that was the sound of someone who cares, like, really cares. He moves forward, in a whisper-shout, “Because I’m a wizard, and that’s what I do.”

… It took you a while to speak, but that was okay.

It took you a while to look at him completely in the eyes, vulnerable and scavanging for the truths hidden inside of you because honestly speaking you were so clueless and could be doing better at the moment and that is completely okay.

"I've... been hitting roadblocks recently." You voice out.

It was a good start.

Vague, but for what it's worth, it’s the truth.

Beomgyu has no intentions of disregarding what the Royal Seamstress has to say. "Figuratively, I'm guessing."

"Well… yeah..."

"Hmm. This is about Huening Kai, isn’t it?"

"What-? I mean…” Your thoughts fumble against one another. “…no? Well— kinda??? but, how did you know?"

"I'm a wizard, Harry!" Beomgyu thinks he got the quote right. He deludes himself to think he got the quote right.

"Being a wizard and mind reader are two completely different things."

"And I don't have to be either to tell that everything has been a little shifty recently!"

"Hm. Touché. Alright, Beomgyu, yeah, this is about Kai.”

“Did you guys have a fight?” Odd how the words came out soft over that smug smirk.

“Not really. I mean, we talked. Before he left, we talked a lot. A whole lot. And… it didn’t feel...”

“You wished he was here right now?”

“Hell yeah I do! I practically grew up with that guy and now he’s on leave for who knows how long? How am I supposed to be okay with that? How the hell am I supposed to be okay with any of that?” You didn’t snap, not quite. If you did, this whole turret would be turned upside down and Beomgyu would have to live in the horse barn outside of the palace walls which he was absolutely not looking forward to due to past circumstances. This was more of a… ‘I’m so so very stuck I can’t find my ways around this dead end’ type of moment.

And Beomgyu wouldn’t admit how entertaining it was watching the castle crumble over an ending he knew would play out just fine.

He’s fifty-four percent sure of his predictions, anyway.

“No one told you to feel okay with Huening Kai leaving.” A short pause. “But… the Universe surely expects you to, one day, be okay with his departure. Accept the fate the Universe has laid upon you, even if you don’t agree with their terms and conditions.”

You sat on your seat, mouth agape. “Whoa.”

“Yeah, whoa.”

“To say I’m impressed is an understatement. Is ‘post-philosophical rambling’ a side effect of eating these grapes?”

Beomgyu seemed mildly offended by that remark, nonetheless, he knew you meant no harm. “No, it isn’t. I’m just built like that. Most stereotypical wizards are.”

“Does this imply that you truly believe you fit the ‘ordinary wizard’ category? Come on, I thought you were cooler than that, Beomgyu.”

“No, I’m hot and young and single, unlike any other wizard you’ve seen before!”

“Why did I even ask.”

Beomgyu leaned in all of the sudden, elbows on the table, butt in the air, like an elementary school kid getting you in on a little secret. “Okay, if you want to see him again, I can do that. Well, kind of, anyway.”

Now you’re getting somewhere.

You leaned forward, elbows on the table, butt floating and all, too. “Tell me you have a teleportation spell.”

Beomgyu furrowed his brows, almost ridiculed at your idea that a wizard can do something as simple as a teleportation spell. “What? No, and even if I did, I wouldn’t give you that… unless getting eaten up by dragons is your sort of thing, I don’t judge.”

“That’s not—”

Beomgyu sat back down, wooshing his arm against the table in one swift motion like a matchstick against a clean surface and in display was a translucent crystal ball standing over a black standee you would’ve easily mistaken as a mini stove top for mice. “I have a crystal ball, and we can see what Kai’s up to.”

“… Like, right now?”

“Yeah, right now. Or look at his past, or future possibilities, that’s my favourite.”

You began to wonder if Beomgyu used his crystal ball for other purposes that weren’t very necessary and borderline illegal. “Anything. Just show me anything.”

“Alright! Stare into the ball and tell me when an image starts forming.”

“… Isn’t that what you’re supposed to be doing?”

“Oh yeah no it is! It just takes a little while to smoke up and it’s much easier to have someone watch over the ball for me—” Beomgyu almost sprung out of his seat. “AHA! WE GOT SOMETHING!!”

And something we’ve gotten indeed…

☁︎⋅

A tent. Multiple yellow tents, around twelve of them. All over a flat hillside was a glamping area full of knights in silver armour, carbon copies of each other, all gathered around with assortments of fire wood, banjos, sauce bottles, harmonicas and premium wagyu beef.

Huening Kai was one of the few who carried firewood, his campmate and school friend had on a saxophone and a pair of hand fans that said ‘I put the ‘Slay’ in ‘Dragon Slayer’’.

“Take one, you might need it later.” Yeonjun said, hand extended to pass on the offer to the Commander Knight.

Huening Kai shook his head. “No, thank you.”

“No Kai, hear me out. We’re out here in the middle of nowhere, the option of being buttass naked completely thrown out the window because ‘oh dear what if a dragon attacks us out of nowhere?’ right?“

”…Mhmmm…”

”And that means we’re expected to be in armour pretty much all the time, right?”

”Well, yeah…”

”So we’re going to be in full metal armour while conducting a barbeque where there’s a huge open fire."

Huening Kai blinked thrice.

He wordlessly snatched a fan from Yeonjun. ”Remind me not to succumb to my shrimp cravings after this. Or don’t. I don’t know.”

Yeonjun smacked his tongue like a disappointed Asian mother. “We’re going to end up losing half of our dispatch team over a barbeque instead of unexpected dragon attacks at this point.” His hand fan swings from side to side, allowing his fresh thick black hair to sway in the breeze. “Should we make an announcement to the ‘general public’?”

Huening Kai’s wrist lazily rotated the half opened hand fan, chuckling, ”...nahh.”

Yeonjun chuckled, too. “Eh, I’m not feeling it either.”

”Mhm.”

”Commander?”

That got Huening Kai out of a daze he didn’t even know he was in to begin with.

”Oh. Uhh… what?” A forced cough. “What is it, hyung?”

”Cheer up, man, we don’t have to barbeque if you don’t feel like it. I have jenga back in my tent, brought it all the way from home, 'cause I know you’re good at it. Sometimes.”

Perhaps a proper Commander Knight would kick Yeonjun back into his senses and go, ‘Jenga?Seriously? On a dragon slaying mission?’ And Yeonjun would retort with, ‘If we’re expected to spend the next couple of years of our lives like this then we better give in to our guilty pleasures while we’re at it.’ And Huening Kai should’ve went, ‘Jenga?!’

But… Huening Kai was just Huening Kai, so all he said was, ”Oh… yeah, I guess. Thank you. Thank you for giving me company throughout all of this.”

And Yeonjun, being one of Kai’s closest friends that still stuck with him even when he dropped out half of junior high for knight-in-training practice, goes, ”You know this isn’t the last time you’ll see my pretty face but, sure. Anytime~”

☁︎⋅

A thick cloud varnishes Yeonjun’s compassionate charming face.

The ball was empty.

“…”

“…”

“…”

“… Okay see now I’m kinda jealous.” Beomgyu helplessly tosses himself on his seat, merely laying on its non-existent arm rests. “A barbeque? Without me? Heh, okay, I’ll just have to come up with a fool-proof hypnosis potion on the king, maybe sneak it in his morning coffee brew, and then repeat the words ‘send the wizard to the knight camp, send the wizard to the knight camp’ over and over again until he’s fully hypnotized and before you know it, I’m on a pegasi carriage going for the dragon hunting site!!”

Your blank face musters up a weak smile, arms crossed, hunched forward. “Or, you could just work on a teleportation spell instead of going through all of that.”

“… And this is why we are best friends.”

“You were literally so opposed to that idea seconds ago.”

“Well, Y/n, as you can see, times have changed and people change.”

It was insistent.

It tugged your gut and spoke repeatedly, in the most respectful ways possible, ‘get out of here, you must go, now, get out of here’ , “Thank you, Beomgyu. I think… I think I know what to do now.”

The only thing the wizard could do was smirk, seizing over the lopsided coffee table. “Where’s my pay check?”

“It’ll come in the form of a silk blazer.”

“Haha, you’re too funny…" A pause. "HAH?! You’re serious?!”

“Mhm, figured that cloaks were too stereotypical for wizards.” You slammed the table, anything but angry.

So very far from being angry. “Thank you so much, again, I mean it, I really do. Thank you thank you thank you sooo much.”

Beomgyu swipes with a swish of his arm, and the crystal ball was gone. “It’s a pleasure to serve you, Seamstress.”

And when you exited his lab, door fully shut behind you, Beomgyu whispers to himself…

“Love... a whole lot of it.”

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♡𓂃A/n: bonus quotes that didn't make it into the final cut bcuz I can't get over this dynamic!! ->

Wizard! Beomgyu: “I kinda wanna turn you into a fruit fly now.”

Seamstress! Reader: “I kinda wanna sew your mouth shut now.”

“Why do you have to hang out with Taehyun so often?”

“We’re besties. Also, these grapes are genuinely really good.”

“Awww, thanks!”

“Choi Soobin knows what he’s doing.”

“…”

“And so do you, Gyu. Can I call you that?”

“Yes, you may, stinky.”

“What was that?”

“Seamstress. I said seamstress.”

“Mhm… I’ll let that one slide… for now… because my head is actually buzzing.”

“Oh no! She’s becoming a fruit fly! The horror!”

♡𓂃Tags: @sweetheartsaku @imcringebutimfree @i-like-to-read-at-4am @pengningie @marloree @stormy1408 @blossommi

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[sitp-recs]

Survival of the Species by @romaine2424

Harry/Draco (2011, Explicit, 47k)

Draco approaches Harry on the 9 ¾ platform, after their sons have boarded the Hogwarts Express, and invites him over for tea. The discussion they have leads them on an adventure that neither could have expected. There be dragons! HPDH compliant but before any other canon info had been released. Minor Albus/Scorpius, minor Harry/Ginny. Cw for infidelity and a dubcon sex scene (both happen in a specific context, be warned though)

“Ever since you told me of the custom, I knew this would happen. The night I found you frozen outside, I knew I didn’t ever want to lose you. It’s been slowly building to this point everyday as I’ve watched you.”

Happy happy birthday darling Rom! I initially thought about making a list then I remembered that I did a Hidden Gems post already 😅 the next best thing was reccing one of my all-time favorites of yours, and this is such a belated rec! I read this fic right after immersing myself in the gorgeous, comforting world of Garden of Eden, and despite the similarities (older Drarry with kids and adult plots, love it!) the change of pace and atmosphere was so intense it felt like diving into a completely different world, one of fabulous mythical beings and impossible life decisions.

Dare I say this is my favorite Veela fic?? Maybe so! I’ve never been particularly into creature fic in general - something about its inherent dub con aspect (which you’ll see cleverly depicted here) makes it tricky for me, and I’m rarely able to stay engaged with long, plotty fics exploring this trope. Colour me surprised when Rom’s rich, well-researched and fascinating creature lore slapped me in the face with thoughts and feelings; sure enough I found myself deeply mesmerized by this carefully crafted world-building. The rituals, the family tree, the rules surrounding the biological/reproductive aspect! There’s so much behind it, so many vivid cool visuals and I distinctly remember my face going 🫢🤯😱 during this read. And the pacing is so smooth you don’t even realize things are rapidly getting very angsty and very complicated. Such incredible storytelling power!

I wanna be careful about this rec because I feel like giving too much away might spoil the fun. As the title suggests, this is a story that pushes both characters beyond their limits by putting them in an impossible situation. It’s a bit (a lot?) heartbreaking, but that’s also why so many decisions taken in that excepcional scenario, far removed from reality and normal conditions of temperature and pressure conditions, work. A particular context creates this vital connection of understanding and sympathy between us the readers and the characters, one the story might not have worked without. That’s such a delicate feat, and it blew my mind how Rom effortlessly achieved it. It goes beyond a fascinating lore and compelling plot points - in my opinion, it depends heavily on characterization and emotional resonance too, which this fic delivers in spades.

This fic really feels like an ode to both Veela and dragon lore, and the way it wraps everything together with a bold and fresh twist leaves me both excited and nostalgic for that feeling of “old creature classics”. Harry and Draco’s predicament getting stuck together away from civilization for so many years brings so many implications and complications, and Rom does not shy away from it. It’s painful and miserable and it shows human resilience in different ways than we’d have expected, and it ends up being really immersive and thought-provoking. I for one stayed engaged at all times, and really enjoyed the tender and comforting family feels we get in the second part. Buckle up and get ready for a 50k fic that covers so much time, character development and human complexity it feels more like a 200k epic. Treat yourself to an incredible journey with archaeologist!Draco as a bonus, and don’t forget to give Rom love and appreciation for writing such a clever story back in 2011!

I’m so so grateful that you’re back in the HP fandom and sharing your work with us again, my friend. You’re a fantastic storyteller and I’m very excited to see what comes next. Happy birthday!! 💜

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[bsd-cherish-official]

So, it’s October 20th — a date that as far as this blog and especially Cherish’s author and first artist is concerned, is practically some sort of international holiday.

I wanted to have something much more substantial than these two tiny rough sketches out by the time the date rolled around, but as you all know, I’ve been quite busy with all the Cherish content I’ve been wanting to release for this month, so this is the best I can do for the moment, until I have the time to more properly clean them up and color them.

There’s a whole lot that I could say on a day like this — a lot of thoughts in my head just itching to find their way out onto the post, but I think that saying some of it would be a bit premature without first lining up all my proverbial ducks in a row, and I want to keep this post mostly lighthearted, anyway.

So…for now let me say this.

In the past I’ve made posts talking about how just precious and irreplaceable of a character BSD Arthur is, of his sweetness, of his kindness, of his gentleness and selflessness, and how dearly I love him and am glad he came to exist through the series.

All of this could not be more true, and I think that my intense interest and love and respect for him as a character still — all these five years and seven plus months later from the day I learned of him — should speak volumes about just how unique and incredible of character he is, despite his confinement to mostly only two light novels in official canon.

He is a wellspring from which my blog was primarily born and on which it still runs today, with no sign of drying up — a topic I could continue to talk of for ages.

…And yet, I would also be remiss not to mention the real life 19th Century poet of the same name upon which he was heavily and inseparably based, and to which we owe the entirety of his existence.

I had said once in passing that I wished a happy birthday to the tragic disaster of a human being that was him, but in hindsight, I don’t think that such words carry even half the weight that I wish to evoke when I say that I want to celebrate his birthday, too.

I know that a lot of people when they talk about BSD will wish the irl namesakes of their favorite characters a happy birthday, and I feel like my well wishes in the past also came off in this same way as many of them mean it: “Here’s an obligatory celebration of your existence because without you, this character couldn’t have been”…but the thing is, that in no way sums up how I feel about the situation at all.

Maybe, in the early days of my research into the author, it might have been like that, but it is not anymore. And it is not just as a poet, but most especially as a human being, that I wish to see and partake in Arthur’s birthday celebrated.

My lengthy and dedicated research over the years has taught me that at heart and in truth he was actually not this heartless, needlessly cold, absurdly cruel and gratuitously offensive, irredeemable little shit “everyone would hate if we met him today” that we see sensationalized in the various forms of media and clickbait articles, but rather, just a deeply troubled teenager who from a very young age continuously suffered through some of the worst shit imaginable, surrounded by terrible people and circumstances in a time where he quite frankly didn’t belong and in which the odds of his chances at finding genuine happiness and peace were almost nil from birth. Yes, he made many mistakes and sometimes did things that were definitely not quite right — he was absolutely as flawed a human being as you or I, but not more flawed, not evil. Once he broke free from the people who made his life hell, he became a perfectly decent and average — though withdrawn, emotionally devastated, and creatively burnt out and defeated — adult.

And it is to him — the tortured soul who yearned for more than the unlucky cards he was dealt, who dared to dream but whose dreams burnt up in the atmosphere and left him just a shadow quietly navigating the world he didn’t want to live in until his premature death — that I reach out to today, and on every day and every time that I write Cherish.

If I could reach out to the past and just give him a hug, tell him that he and his works are loved and heard and remembered by people that will not be born for decades — even centuries — after he has passed, and that he is not alone, then I would in a heartbeat. But since I cannot, all of this will just have to be enough.

Happy Birthday, Arthur Rimbaud. Both you and your BSD self. I’m so far beyond glad that you were born.

[lea-heartscxiv]

Shadoka Valentine's Day

Shadoka were the next and last to be voted in this poll and here is the date they had on Valentine's Day this year on our sims gameplay.

You can see all images (because here it can only be uploaded 30 images) and an extra image of Shadoka's date in our Blogger. (From me and @van-yangyin)

Blogger: English | Español

Read their date below the cut line ↓

Hiromi goes to look for Oka at his apartment, because moments before at Dope Sketch...

Oka: Reki, Langa, I'll leave you here to close whenever you want 😉 I have a date. Reki: With a new woman? Oka: Don't be so nosy, Reki. Langa: If you don't mind, we'll close before 8pm. Reki and I are going to see a movie.

Oka: And have you already chosen one? Langa: No. Oka: Then let me recommend one for you two. 😁 «Reki, that's what you get for being nosy» - thinking.

If you want to know what type of movie Oka recommend to Reki and Langa, you can go here and read Renga's Valentine Day

Hiromi rang the doorbell... But it didn't seem to work... Then he knocked on the door and out came Oka dressed for the occasion. 

Hiromi: Good afternoon, Oka. Here, for you.

In Japanese flower language, pink tulips symbolize Rising Love and Sincere Love (愛の芽生え and 誠実な愛). Source.

Oka: Hey, who is this Hiromi? Thank you, it's very beautiful, I'm going to put it in my bedroom. What's the plan for tonight?

Hiromi: I could tell you that I'm trying to be a little more myself in my day to day life, but for the moment just with you... We will go to two places.

Oka: I think I'm going to have to change my clothes, this one doesn't fit very well with yours, and I think that surely being you we won't go to one of those typical and boring places.

Hiromi: Well, the places we will go... You can go like that if that's the way you are...

Oka: Oh, no. Not at all... I just dressed like this because you said it would be a date... I didn't want to look like, you know... Like I don't care...

Hiromi: Then dress as you feel best, if there's no time left, I'll already go 100 km/h to get to the place on time. BUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Oka: What have you done with the Hiromi I met a long time ago, so shy?

Hiromi: Huh? Don't you like it?

Oka: Of course I like it, I love all of you, however you are. I'm just glad to be able to see all your facets little by little.

Oka went to get dressed and came back.

Hiromi: Wow, you look great in this style!

Oka: Well, maybe I pulled a little from my old closet. I mean, not from my old closet per se, it's not the same clothes I wore when was younger, but it's similar... I bought it but I never dared to wear it...

Hiromi: Not even with Reki and Langa?

Oka: Oh, with them less, I'm just a boring adult who does his job day by day because it's not able to give more of himself. 

Hiromi: That's not true, you work in something you're passionate about!

Oka: Yes and no. But, hey! This is a date, right? It's not the time to talk about it now.

Hiromi: Sure... Come on, follow me. «Hiromi, don't go on. It's clearly something that has made him uncomfortable.... But, you can tell that he loves skateboarding.... Why did he say "Yes and no."?» - thinking - But... do you care much about... pink cars...?

Oka: Pink cars? What kind of question is that?

Hiromi: Do you remember the car I picked you up with on Langa's birthday?

Oka: Yes.

Hiromi: Well, it's the only car I have... it's not really mine... it belongs to the flower shop where I work... the manager left it for me today too...

Oka: No, I don't have any problem. In fact it will be very funny to see two guys in dark clothes get out of a pink car. Seriously, I don't have a problem. If I didn't have it last time, why do you think I would have it now?

Hiromi: Because last time we went to "S", and in "S" there is no prejudice of any kind in this topics.

Oka: Well, then let's take this as a challenge to overcome today both.

Hiromi: Okay... Then we can go now...

Hiromi and Oka got into the Churippu Flower Shop car and drove to the first place the former prepared for today.

~🌷🔧~

Hiromi: Here we are, the Cafeteria Cœur tendre.

Oka: You took a liking to Cafeterias, after our first time going out together and I'll take you to one?

Hiromi: Well... It was the first place you took me to and it was on the same Saturday of my birthday week, so I wanted you to somehow remember it...

Oka: Oh, commemoration of our first outing?

Hiromi: Yes... Go ahead.

Oka: Excuse me.

Oka and Hiromi entered the cafeteria. 

Hiromi: Two heart candy and two chocolate candy. One coffee for me and... Oka, what would you like to drink?

Oka: The same as you.

They sat at the table and when they got the sweets and coffee they started to eat.

Oka: Mmmh... These sweets are very good, neither too sweet nor too bitter. Besides, eating it together with you adds value to it.

Hiromi: You're right, I feel the same way.... By the way, about what you said before...

Oka: About what?

Hiromi: About "Yes and no" with your work. I can tell you love skateboarding a lot, even sometimes I think I can see how some of your excitement is now held by brat Reki. Why then?

Oka: You won't take no for an answer, will you?

Hiromi: Unfortunately for you, no. It's not because I want to be a pain or because I want to bother you about it. I just want to know why someone who works doing something he loves, can't answer that he love it 100%.

Oka: Yeah...

Hiromi: If you tell me that I overwhelm you, then I won't ask anymore. But I'm also passionate about skateboarding, it gives me the courage I don't have when I'm myself in my day to day life.... You know?

Oka: I... I want to.

Hiromi: Huh?

Oka: Practice it more than anyone else, but I've never been good at it....

Hiromi: Is it really just for that?

Oka: What do you mean with just for that?

Hiromi: Do you think I'm better than Joe, Cherry blossom, ADAM or Langa, even Miya? Now I understand why Reki had that depression, if you were the one who gave him advice...

Oka: Hey! We're on a date, not for you to judge me.

Hiromi: We're on a date and I'm judging you because I care about you, Oka. Just because I look like this and people sometimes are scared of me, doesn't mean I can't be able to think deeper than anyone else about the things I mattered.

Oka: Well about Reki maybe you're right, at first I wasn't able to give him good advice. But I'm someone who likes to be practical and realistic. And to the other thing you said, I don't like it when people think that about your looks, that has nothing to do with your inner self.

Hiromi: Do you skateboard for fun? I do skateboard for fun. Agh, that dumb brat Reki has really beaten me up on that.

Oka: I haven't skateboarded in a while... And yeah, Reki's made me rethink it.... By the way, speaking of Reki, he must be having a blast. 🤣

Hiromi: Huh? Why? 

Oka: "桜の木に吹く風" (The wind among Cherry blossoms)....

Hiromi: Isn't that one a scary movie?

Oka: Yeah, it's the one we went to see a few days ago 😉 I loved how much you clung to me.

Hiromi: We can forget that... You're almost like me, an Antihero! 💖 Although to reach my level you still have a long way to go, I'm an expert!

Oka: Well, when it comes to Reki, it's very easy 😁 Atchoo! ⁽*¹⁾ I think that someone is cursing me...

⁽*¹⁾ In some parts of Japan, when you sneeze once, it means that someone is cursing you. (Source)

Hiromi: Maybe it's Reki, hehe. I think it's almost time, shall we go to the next and last place?

Oka: Last? Today's, right? Don't tell me that I being so naughty with Reki that....

Hiromi: Huh? No!

Oka: I was teasing with you 😁

Hiromi: How do you do it?

After the cafeteria, Hiromi took Oka to the next place with the car, one of the places Hiromi considered the most beautiful in the whole city and to which two years ago he took ADAM and Kikuchi-san because of the advent calendar they made for ADAM.

(You can see a Simstagram [Instagram] post made by Hiromi time ago here and a post made by ADAM here, we upload Advent calendar complete on Twitter two years ago, but we haven't posted it on our Blogger yet neither here, so it would be harder to see it.)

Oka: What about this place?

Hiromi: It's a very special place for me. But that's still not the best part. Come in.

Oka: Excuse me.

Hiromi: To see what I want to show you, we'll have to wait a little bit, but I promise the wait it will be worth. 

Oka: All the flowers I see around are very beautiful.

Hiromi: A few years ago, my manager brought me here. Sharing every moment with her was very special to me. But I was never able to see what I'll see with you tonight, because she stayed until the afternoon and I sometimes stayed until the evening.

Oka: Do you get some of the flowers from here?

Hiromi: Yes. I come to take care of them for a while on Sundays, because I rarely work that day. And I usually pick and choose the ones I see that can already go to the store. Of course, only the ones that the owner lets us take.

Oka: Wow, is it this? It's really beautiful.

Hiromi: This place is the only where you can see them all year round. I always wanted to bring my special person here with me, you know?

Oka: Heh... I see... I feel very flattered...

Hiromi: May I?

Oka: Yes, sure.

Hiromi's mobile rang, he grabbed it and started to read the notification received. 

Hiromi: Oka, have you seen Saturday's event in "S"?

Oka: No. Wait, let me read it.

Hiromi: Here.

Oka read it, while Hiromi looked at it (Read here if you want to know more about what Oka is reading).

Hiromi: I know you're not going to participate, but as soon as some Goofys register, pick me who you want me to go against and I'll do my best to beat them for you.

Oka: This is a bit confusing, I mean, you want to give chocolate to a Goofy of my choice, but not me?

Hiromi: Huh? No, I want to defeat them and beat them!

Oka: I know, but in the text it says: Regulars who want to compete with other Regulars to give dark chocolate to their favorite Goofy, woo them when they registers on this site! But be careful because if you don't beat the other Regulars you won't be able to show them your love.

Hiromi: Well, that's a way of saying, it's a beef of many Regulars against only one Goofy... And if the only thing you feel for the other person is the same passion for skateboarding as you do, then that chocolate is symbolic.

Oka: Hiromi, I was teasing you again, hahaha.

Hiromi: Then if I win, you'll have to give me a kiss on the lips. And I'm not teasing you. A winner's kiss, and at least once I want you to skateboard in front of me.

Oka: O... Okay, it's a deal. A kiss for the winner... I... I'll skateboard in front of someone again...

~The End?~

Poses by @simmireen and san33

Maybe you want to read too:

JoeCherry Valentine's Day | Renga Valentine's Day | Miya Valentine's Day | TadaAi Valentine's Day

[weird-dere-fics]

Pls ur family is so cute ❤❤❤❤

And well mine it aint a self ship but more a self insert 👉👈

An isekai to be precise (baby Ane)

CW: vague murder implication, baby mention, isekai trope, found family trope

Basically Ane gets re born in the marvel universe and she doesnt get her memories back until her 5th birthday after finding a "blank" comic book that only she can read

And she starts getting into a lots of shi after she gives a lio hand to sone of the heroes. Even though she has the mindset of an adult but she's still technically a kid, making do and say things a typical kid does (a child instint) and everytime she pushes those needs to be her adult self she becomes frustated and causing a lot of crumbled up feelings (almost as if her child self was fighting her afult self)

She becomes closest to people who can litteraly kill a whole army (in other words she has many adoptive parents and sibilings cuz why not 🤷‍♀️)

So everytime a villian kidnaps or hurts her its gonna be the last time they ever see the sun (most of them are 6 feet down)

She also gets a lil magic puppy whose name's buddy, he's a rottweiler but he kinda becomes more mythical as he grows (when ane reaches the age of 10 lil bud litteraly almost twice her size 💀)

The story even though is sweet it has its dark moments (dont worry nothing happens to our mc here) but she gets through it cuz family UwU

Yeah pretty much it still figuring stuff up

(Sorry for any grammar mistakes)

Thank u so much baby :3 💖💖💖💖.

Also CRYING SOBBING BABY ANE MUST BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS!!

I will isekai my way into your isekai AU and destroy whoever dares try to hurt u >:((((.

Also the concept with the blank comic book only you can read 👀👀👀👀. That is super interesting to me! Does she see scenes from her life before being isekai’d in it? Do her past memories or what they mean scare her?

Also kinda funny cus instead of adult with inner child it’s child with inner adult lmao. Big sad the conflict tho 😔. She deserves so many hugs.

We love found family here I’m so happy she found people that make her feel safe uwu. It’s what she deserves úwù.

ALSO MAGIC PUPPER???!! I BET HE’S DA GOODEST BOI <3.

All of this sounds great so far bby! :D I wish u the best of luck with figuring things out :3.

(Ur good baby I smooch u 😘💋💋💋)

[sisi-sarsoura]

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#zu! u lil bean!! i almost dropped my phone because of u!! now i can't stop staring at this shit and probably will for the next 6 hours—!!!!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Today is my birthday!!!

God i'm 18 now :3

Now i can finally feel what to be an adult now :)

11 notes - Posted May 24, 2022

#4

I just made my own animation today

12 notes - Posted March 20, 2022

#3

Ayyy shitty drawings long Time no see mi amigos

Ok so here’s some of me doing reactions simping to noot noot and yada yada yada the whole think.

Tagging:

@shinechermont for being a lil cute bb

@yuriyuruandyuraart take my heart and love don’t u dare say no

@bluepalleteuniverse why are u screaming it’s a good movie

( ok I was planning to put all my friends in there but I realize I don’t have space so have these for now and mb one day I’ll draw them, one day)

Ok y’all have a good day <33

14 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

#2

Ok now its time… to introduce you to my own and only original character….

Melody! :D

Ok to be honest i kinda made her back at 2019 (or 2020?? Idr) and KINDA my mind though: hey what about we share this worthless drawings into tumblr?? Huh ;D , and then i did it, but SOMEHOW i forgot about it for about 2 years, and somehow it kinda pop outta my head and remembered that she exists, and right now i blame myself for being a terrible mother and leave my daughter into tumblr hell for 2 years

So yeah, i decided redraw her for god sake and revive her from hell web itself, so have her * hand her to you* ‘k see ya

Oh and just a clear note, as you can see i kinda changed her look from frisk clothes to *pointing to the drawing* dis, cuz all i love back then was undertale, (which i still am) and i didn’t have any ideas about her look, so i gave her clothes of frisk and my hair style back there.

14 notes - Posted September 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @yuriyuruandyuraart

Oh my goch! I can't believe our simp Queen is growing up, *sniff* you grown up so fast <'3

Anyways I wish you a good health and best life in the next 100 years * big hugg :3*

17 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

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[gayerthanevertbh]

birthday girl.

pairings | older!beefy!natasha x fem!reader

summary | natasha gives you a beautiful accessory on your birthday, and a special fuck since it was your birthday a few weeks ago. although, you weren’t experienced.

warnings | smut, heavily detailed smut – 18+ YOU’VE BEEN WARNED! age difference (natasha is 42 while reader is 18), rough sex, desk sex, daddy kink, strap-on use (natasha giving), oral sex (natasha receiving), virgin!reader, inexperienced acts, dirty talk, fingering (both receiving), explicit content/language, possessive!natasha, pet names, mentions of voyeurism, and mentions of porn.

notes | so sorry for the repost but i need a therapist and natasha’s strap i’m 100% serious. anyway, enjoy lol x

word count | 3.0k

masterlist.

Whenever summer occurs, my dad plans to invite his friends to the house where everyone gathered. I wasn’t a social person since I do think I have no energy for it, so I mostly stayed in my room and minded my own business like a normal teenager. Except that, I’m no longer a teenager. I’m eighteen, I just turned eighteen a few weeks ago. And to my father, wanted to invite his friends to spend a small celebration of my new adult life – which would make me giggle. I didn’t oppose, I never did. Because if I say: Can we please not spend my birthday with your middle-aged friends? He would simply get offended and tell me that he’s a bad father. So, I decided to stay in my room until my father calls me if it was time for me to show up.

I was reading my book on my bed with my leg swinging in the air, realizing that the warm heat from the sun was striking my skin. It stung a little but didn’t dare move, knowing how lazy I could be. I start to play with the edges of the papers on the book when I hear the door creaking open, which made my head turn, and saw my longtime crush, Natasha, leaning against the doorway.

“Hey, sweet girl. Happy birthday,” she says with a toothy grin and I couldn’t help myself but wrap my arms around her neck, almost falling down. But she caught me with her strong arms and twirled me around like a princess because she treated me like one. She was my father’s best friend, and she was almost thrice my age if my assumptions were correct. I could feel her small kiss on my temple and pull away with a whisper: “You busy? I got you something.”

I shook my head frantically and hopped onto the mattress, knotting my knees, and felt as the bed dipped with her sitting beside me, pulling out a small black box from her pocket. My eyes sparkle from how the leather box was in my hand, making me almost cry. She didn’t even have to give me anything, all I ever wanted was for her to be here. And she was here, present and rather beautiful.

“I had it custom-made,” says Natasha with her usual deep voice, but this time it sounded gruff and even deeper. I looked to the side of my shoulder and returned the smile that she gave. I just noticed how she was wearing a tank top with suspenders that connected to her pants, making her look buff and strong. God, she always had that effect on me and she doesn’t even have an idea about it. The way her voice prickled on my neck felt like it traveled straight down to my cunt like a wavering pleasure. I was definitely infatuated. I opened the box and was in awe of the silver necklace that was glimmering in my eyes.

“Natasha,” I gasped, emphasizing her name in the shape of my mouth as I tangled my hand with the simple jewelry that she gave me. When I looked back at her, she was smiling really hard that it almost reached up to her cheeks as I leaned to kiss her cheek, mindlessly. “This is so beautiful.”

Natasha was flustered at the way I gave her a simple peck on the cheek, wanting to touch the remaining feeling that was tingling on her skin. But she simply watch how I was so adored by the simple piece of necklace that could last forever, but she had other intentions that I didn’t know of.

“Well, anything for my best girl.”

“My best girl?” I responded, this time emphasizing my words again just to see if she got my instincts right. And she did with her stupid nod and her stupid smile that makes my heart thump in a frenzy way. “Thank you again, Nat. I don’t know what else to give you…”

As I was about to stand up, her hand was on my lower back. I could feel her making circular motions onto my covered skin as her face was near the side of mine, her breathing getting hard like a possessive woman. I wanted to pull away from the tension because it felt too awkward – no matter how much I liked it. But I heard her say something that will paint through my bones forever.

“I was thinking if you could suck me off.”

Oh fuck, I think, and turned my head slowly to hers, almost whimpering when her mouth was so close to mine. With just one more inch, we were going to kiss. I wanted it as much as before, but there was something inside of me that felt wrong to kiss your father’s best friend. She tries to kiss my lips, but instinctively, I back off from her – making her eyes scrunch.

“Wait, this is wrong,” I say, licking my bottom lip with the anticipation that was in my legs. I stammered, “Maybe we should not, your my father’s friend.”

I could see how her shoulders deflated like it was as if she only came here to fuck me. But her eyes say so much more than that, even the way she spoke to me was different. She laughs nervously and inches her body closer to mine until I feel her hands on both of my hips, pulling me to her.

“It’s not,” says Natasha defensively, still laughing, but her voice was rather seductive; luring me to her. “I know how much you masturbate about me.”

Oh, she did not.

“Natasha! You can’t say things like that,” I say, my face feeling flustered by the word she said: masturbate. It sounded so casual and easy for her to slip it out of her tongue that I wanted to bang my head against the wall to see if she was being serious. I argued, “My dad won’t like what we are doing. We should just stay like this.”

She frowned. “Sweetheart, don’t deny the fact that you are insatiable to me. I may have caught you masturbating once, saying my name so loud in the air… I couldn’t help but do this right now.” without trying to respond, her lips contacted mine. I felt her calloused hands on my breast, squeezing a good amount on them as she concentrated to lick my upper lip for entrance. I squeezed my eyes shut from the kiss, my cunt feeling warmer than ever. Her lips tasted like cigarettes and wine, maybe she was just drinking with my dad. Natasha pulled away with her forehead pressed against mine as she whispers:

“If I was your daddy, I would have you prompted your knees in the air so I can fuck you.” Natasha’s voice sounded deeper and full of venom, possessing my body until I was whining like a horny bitch in mess. It was like a pornographic video where you try to find the best one, and this might be the best one. She had her arms around my lower ass and brought me to my desk, her mouth nipping on my bare chest while pushing the curtains open on the window in front of me.

“Oh god,” she rumbles, her mouth now on my throat while pulling her suspenders down with a swift. She groped my left breast with a possessiveness that was roaring out of the older woman, her eyes locked to mine. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. Always been Tony’s good little girl, but you’re being a bad girl right now… Huh, sweetheart?”

My head processed with the thought of her fucking me, banging me into the wall until I came around her fingers–or her tongue. But as soon as I looked down, I saw the way she unzipped her brown pants and revealed a strap-on that was the same color as her skin. I bit my lower lip with the thickness of her cock, the veins all over it. And it was long, very long.

“I’ve never done this,” I mentioned before she could fuck me onto the table with all my will, moaning quietly when her thumb was pressing against the cloth of my breasts. She cooed, “I know baby girl. Just gotta take Daddy’s dick, okay? I promise I won’t hurt you… I could never hurt you.”

Part of me wanted to stop this, that wanted me to walk away and pretend that your encounter with Natasha never happened. But my cunt says otherwise, my cunt wanted to be devoured by her dick and her fingers, my cunt wanted her dick.

She pulled off my camisole tank top and my breasts were revealed to her eyes, moaning to herself quietly at how small my nipples were. She tweaked my right nipple while having her lips on the other one, eating it out like it was dinner. I could feel the head of her faux dick poking on my thighs and couldn’t help but thrust upwards on her pelvis, wanting more – needing more. She whispered hotly, “Oh, you like that? Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me, baby.”

She continued to knead on my tits while her other hand was pushing the side of my underwear, slipping two fingers into my warm hole. I gasped into her mouth, her thick fingers spreading my folds open like it was made to be fucked. She pulled away from my lips and looked down at my genitals, chuckling darkly at how undeniably wet I was for her.

“Want me to shove this fat dick inside of you, little girl?” she cooed again, grabbing the tip of her faux cock and placing it onto my clit; biting her lower lip. “Fuck, look at that. God, can’t wait to break into your sweet pussy…”

I licked my lips and leaned my head against the window, not caring if the sun was beaming on my face, not giving a damn if my father could see me up here being fucked by Natasha. I tried to respond in my normal voice, but my tone was awfully high. “Put your dick–your fat dick inside of me, Nat. Please?”

“Call me daddy sweet girl,” says Natasha with a groan, licking her lips as well. She looked back up at me and smiled, positioning her head to my warm entrance. “Come on, don’t be a brat. Call me daddy, please? Oh, baby, you’re so fuckin’ hot.”

She brings the tip again to my swollen clit and plays with it, making upward motions to tease me. She wishes that it was her tongue instead of her dildo, but the thought of her fat cock penetrating your warm tight hole got her worked up. Without saying a word, she slides her length inside of you slowly, my lips parted in a silent scream.

“Shh, baby. Don’t make your daddy come up here,” Natasha says with a hiss, burying her head into my wet neck as she stops herself from just thrusting her fat dick all the way inside of me. She liked the idea of me being a virgin, it really shows off. With the vibe and the way she spoke with it, Natasha was obsessed with the thought of no one else touching me other than her. My walls were clamped around the small inch of her dick, wondering if my fingers were that small compared to hers. God, she was so big. I had my nails dug into her clothed back, moaning like a cat in heat.

“Natasha,” I whimpered, moving my neck away from her head as I looked down at both of our genitals' contact. Well, hers was fake. I whispered with a cry, “You’re too big! I can’t take it, I can’t…”

“You can and you will,” she responded with a pure deep melodic tone in her voice, her other arm around my waist while pulling out with the snap of her hips back into me, ripping my hymen apart. This was definitely better than my fingers, and as much as I didn’t want us to hook up – I was merely glad that she made a move on me. “You’re so tight, I could practically feel you…”

The pattern of her hips continued for a minute or two, trying to be gentle as she didn’t let her possessive side take over her for now. I clenched around her cock, whimpering with each thrust she makes. Her mouth was on my chin now as her other hand was gripping against the edge of the desk, moaning lowly while her hand was holding down my waist onto the wooden table. I brought my finger to my clit and rubbed it furiously, wanting so badly to come around her cock.

“I wish I could feel you,” she whimpers to my neck and brings her hand back to my naked breast, groping it hard, making me moan louder than before. “You feel that inside of you, little girl? That’s my cock, that’s all me.”

She was practically manhandling my body as her hips were jittering at a brutal and unforgiving pace, the desk started to create a squeaking sound that filled up in my room. I rolled my hips with her as I had my hand on her shoulder, holding her steady while she breaks my pussy until I’m all loose and used, by her fat cock. Natasha grunts above me and starts to make these uncharacteristic noises that got my clit more sensitive than it was before, my moans becoming unladylike. I whispered into her mouth, “Please make me come, Daddy. Please make me come–I’m so close, I don’t know what to do! Oh god, harder…”

My thighs were red and sore with how much she was thrusting inside of me, in a frenzied way. She closes her lips to mine and muttered, “Come for me. Cum around my fat cock, baby. Oh god, you make daddy feel so good.”

She removed my fingers from my clit and replaced them with hers, with two fingers rubbing my clit and pressing it down until I orgasmed around her cock. I shivered above her, clamping her length harder, and screamed her name into her mouth, panting warmly while I flinch with each hard thrust she produces. Natasha pulls my body closer until both of our fronts press against each other, whimpering in my mouth: “I love you, sweetheart. You did such a good job for Daddy. I’m so proud of you…”

She was now on the edge of my bed with her cunt in my mouth, not knowing what else to do other than licking her clit. Natasha had her head up, her hands threading through the back of my hair as she humps my face – pressing her pussy harder on my mouth.

“You’re doing such a good job, doll…” she says breathlessly, like a haze. She looks down at me and licks her lower lip, then eventually bites it. “Suck my folds baby, play with my clit with your thumb. Make Daddy cum inside your throat, come on.”

I did what she just told me to do. My mouth was sucking her folds, eating it while my thumb slowly made circular motions on her fat clit; watching her fall apart. She was beautiful when I was giving her head as she used that term, and it was also unbelievably attractive that I was on my knees for her. Natasha began to remove her wife-beater tank top and showed off her abs that were flexing from the contact of my lips on her cunt. She says while gritting her teeth, “Gonna come to your house every day so I can fuck you, so you can give me head while I come down your throat. You want that, don’t you baby?”

I nodded frantically and lap my tongue on her folds, sucking her clit and letting it out with a loud pop! She throws her head back once more and pushed my head away, standing up and facing me with her strong legs.

“Open your mouth, doll. I'm going to cum right now.” her voice sounded like sex, hot, and deep. I couldn’t refuse to say no, and I did not want to say no. I opened my mouth slowly and she had her cunt back into my mouth as she furiously worked on her clit, moaning out words: fucking bitch you are or what a fucking whore underneath me. She grunts slowly and starts to move her hips, it was as if she had her cock in my mouth. But instead, it was her cunt and it even felt better that way.

“Oh god, I’m going to spill into you right now–Fuck!” She closed her eyes and I could taste the unloaded juices that she orgasmed, eating everything that she had left. She humps my face, holding both sides of my head as she comes down from her high, her chest rising up and down. I could see a prickle of sweat between her cleavage and wondered what it’s like to lick them, to feel her breasts. She pulled away and flopped her back onto my mattress, panting loudly as I heard her break a laugh.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, laying down beside her and covering my breasts with my arms. She looked to the side of my face and pulled me near her body, kissing my jaw.

“Just took my best friend's daughter’s virginity, I never took anyone’s virginity before.”

I returned with a laugh, not trying to imagine what it’s like for Natasha to interact with younger people like me. “That is kind of funny.”

She nods and pecks my head, her other leg hovering against mine. We both lay down there for a good fifteen minutes until I watch the way she stands up, pulling her suspenders back on as she turns around, a smirk on her face.

“See you tomorrow, kotenok. Make sure you have the porn site on your laptop,” Natasha kisses my lips with a long hum, pulling away with her thumb caressing my cheek. Then, my cunt starts to beat again once she added: “I want us to masturbate together.”

so sorry for the repost, it wasn’t showing up on any tags lol. but anyway, what are your thoughts?

[ashesandhackles]

Harry and The Dursleys: Examining His Response to his Abusers

This is a musing/rambling, because I have been rereading and I have been noticing shifts in how Harry responds to the Dursleys. It is largely a companion piece that expands the ideas that I touch upon in my meta Deconstructing Harry , and it is to underline how Harry was shaped by surviving and living in an abusive household, one that specifically posits the "golden child vs scapegoat" dynamic in the worst possible way. I have been doing a reread and I have a lot of thoughts!

Finding Safety

Harry's relationship with his abusers is quite understandably, fragmented. He is used to their neglect ("the house held no other sign another boy lived there") and prefers to stay out of their way, and he is used to being the scapegoat to Dudley's golden child. The stark difference in how the Dursleys treat Dudley vs himself contributes to the very little sense of self Harry begins the series with. This, of course, changes when he is removed from their presence and Hogwarts, specifically Ron and Hermione offer him the safety that is required for him to develop beyond his constant survival mode.

What was interesting to me beyond him being used to their neglect is that....at least in the first two books of the series, he wants their attention. He attempts at connection with his abusers ( he tells them about the dream with flying motorbike, he considers waking Dudley up at the hut before his birthday - to annoy him i.e just to have his attention, when Uncle Vernon says "now we know today is an important day" in CoS on Harry's birthday, Harry actually looks up, "hardly daring to believe it").

Why does he do this? Harry has been constantly told - repeatedly consciously and unconsciously that he is a burden on the Dursleys. So he copes - spotting danger ("Harry didn't look it but he was very fast") and evading, not draw attention to himself unless necessary, or trying to maintain a relationship with them in an effort for both need for connection - because they are all he has at the moment and he is a lonely boy, and to try and be safe from complete abandonment.

His abandonment issues inform both his aversion to conflict in personal relationships ( I talk about it in my meta about his relationship with conflict and evolution of his dynamic with Ron and Hermione here) as well as his interesting ambivalence to Ron and Hermione's budding romance in later books ("It wasn't as though he was surprised - but he wasn't sure how he felt about it .. ()...Would he be shut out for good?)

Ease With Violent Contact

There are plenty of implications of physical abuse Harry suffers throughout the series, referred to in the narrative in offhand ways ("You need more than good sense to liase with Uncle. A good sense of when to duck more like" in OOTP, "Long experience had told Harry it is best to stay out of Uncle Vernon's arms reach" in HBP) and we see instances of Vernon threatening him ( Uncle Vernon advanced on him with first raised. "You'll get the stuffing knocked out of you, won't you?" in POA, and his promise to "flay Harry within inch of his life" in beginning chapters of CoS after Dobby crashed the pudding).

We also see Vernon manhandling him (he grabs Harry around the middle and throws him out of the room in PS, he grabs Harry by the throat in beginning chapters of OOTP and Harry magically throws him off). All of this has made Harry remarkably numb to adults manhandling him or being violent with him.

He is not all that shocked about Umbridge and her Blood Quill. In fact, he treats it like a battle of wills:

Harry did not ask when he would be allowed to stop. He did not even check his watch. He knew she was watching him for signs of weakness and he was not going to show any, not even if he had to sit there all night, cutting open his own hand with this quill ... (OOTP)

he was not going to give her the satisfaction of hearing that he had complained about it. (OOTP)

On the opposite side of things, he is not used to being touched to show care and when people do - in the beginning of the series, he is awkward when Hermione hugs him, and he is overwhelmed when Mrs Weasley does at the end of GOF:

He had no memory of ever being hugged like this, as though by a mother. The full weight of everything he had seen that night seemed to fall in upon him as Mrs. Weasley held him to her (.....) until he could hardly bear it, until he was screwing up his face against the howl of misery fighting to get out of him. (GOF)

The first person Harry initiates a hug with is Ginny in HBP, and it is an indication of how comfortable he is with her.

Seeing Threats In His Environment

Harry's way of recognising threats in his environment that he needs to be safe from is - is this person reminding of my abusers?

His immediate response to Draco Malfoy when he first met him in PS is that he reminded him of Dudley, and begins to dislike him. By second meeting, Draco insults Ron, who Harry does like and that sets up the antagonism between them.

Harry also immediately picks upon Snape's dislike of him at the feast itself in Philosopher's Stone (which he reconfirms in next chapter when he sits in Snape's class - "Snape didn't dislike Harry. He hated him"). It is once again, him scoping out threats in the environment. In fact, the Sorting Hat chapter in Philosopher's Stone ends with a dream of all things Harry is associating in his mind as threats: it is both a fun literary device and speaks to Harry's intuition. He sees Draco, Snape and curiously, Quirrel's turban and high cold laugh.

The Flying Motorbike

The flying motorbike is the recurring dream of his escape from Dursleys and the motorbike is both associated with Hagrid and Sirius.

It is a life changing moment for Harry that the moment Hagrid enters (which makes his bullies fearful), he can see Hagrid's eyes are "crinkled into a smile". There are so many associations of Hagrid with warmth and nurture.

He removes the threat of the rifle from Vernon and the negates the feeling of Vernon as a threat and then proceeds to make delicious sausages. He descalates the threat, and then provides for Harry, and it immediately makes an impression.

And then he gives Harry a birthday cake and - first information of his parents, and thereby a sense of identity that is rooted in something good. Harry also discovers within the same book that his parents loved him so much, they died protecting him. This is a radical information for a boy who is used to being neglected and seen as a burden, and ghosts of Lily and James hang over the series. (Harry's larger series wide emotional arc is coming to terms with his parents' death - I talk about it here)

And the second adult, associated with the flying motorbike is Sirius.

After the events of CoS where Dursleys locked up Harry and Ron had to break him out, Harry in the beginning of POA does not seek the attention of Dursleys the way he did in first two books. He is more secure in his place at Hogwarts and his friendship with Ron and Hermione - whereas in the beginning of CoS, he wonders if they had forgotten him.

So, when Harry runs away from the Dursleys, finally rejecting them as any sort of guardians ("I've had enough") - who does he see on the street (the Grim :P) but a guardian who had broken out of prison and swum the North sea to see him and protect him. It is interesting to me that Sirius appears in the narrative right when Harry completely rejects the Dursleys.

I explore why Harry took to Sirius so immediately here: Someone Like A Parent

Other readings for insight into Harry's abuse: Accidental Magic as a Trauma Response by @sybill-the-seer

And Harry's trauma over his parents death: Dementors and Complex Grief by @mrs-stubby-boardman